I believe that if there were a Ph.D. in masturbation, I would have earned it by now. Wonder what the diploma would look like? I dabbled in masturbation in junior high school, absolutely devoted myself to the pursuit in high school and by the end of college, should have been teaching it. Perhaps I can rectify that now. Consider this your first course.
Time was, masturbation got a bad rap. Nobody really talked about it much, even to their friends; it was embarrassing. A lonely last resort for those unable to get the real thing. Perverts who couldnât control their animal instincts enough to keep their hands to themselves. What bullshit, and a waste of good energy.
The truth is, masturbation not only feels wonderful, but serves several useful purposes.
First, if youâre like me, youâre in the mood a lot, and you simply cannot wait to have sex with your significant other to cum. Maybe youâre having sex one, two or even three times a week, but itâs not enough. I hear you. Thatâs where masturbation gives you the release you must have, and I do mean must.
Or maybe you have no significant other at the moment. It sure doesnât mean you donât have needs. And since no one knows better than you do how to satisfy those needs, and no one is available to, then youâve got yourself a new hobby. Beats chess.
How about those people who are having sex at home, but itâs just not satisfying. Maybe itâs tender and loving, but too brief. They long to be tied up, spanked, and have a large object shoved up their asses by a beautiful stranger while their other hand isâŠwell, you get the picture. For these people, masturbation can mean the difference between a life of frustration and a situation they can tolerate. Ever been there?
For me, the best part of pleasuring yourself is the fantasies. There are no rules; nothing is out of bounds. No restraints at all. Creativity is king. You can be having sheet-tearing sex with anyone and everyone you choose, anywhere you like. Man, woman, cousin, movie-star, musician, athlete, teacher, porn-star, friend, bossâŠjust to name a few. Inside, outside, in the movie theater, ski lodge, motel room, in the pool, on the desk, bent over the sink, in the showerâŠand Iâm being tame.
And your object of fantasy can say whatever you want them to. How much theyâve always wanted you, how badly they need for you to make them cumâŠonly you. Remember that high school flame you never got to fuck? Itâs never too late. Short skirt on the girl in the next cubicle got you revved up? Use that image. Mrs. Jones, your junior-high school teacher with the short skirts and great legs? The combinations of people and places and endless. Thatâs half the fun of it.
The other half is what your mind can conjure that rarely â or never â happens in real life for you. A friend of mine, for example, never has anal sex at home, but craves it deeply. Her fantasy goes something like this:
Sheâs naked and blindfolded, laying face down on satin sheets. She can smell his cologne as he comes closer; hear his breathing. She jumps a little as she feels his tongue lick her ankle, making a wet path up her calf to her thighs. She shivers just a bit as her nipples begin to harden. Her legs start to spread all on their own, but he takes her ass cheeks in his strong hands and spreads them apart.
Her asshole is open and exposed as he first licks small circles around it. Wetness seeps from her swollen pussy as he sticks his tongue in her ass. Behind the blindfold, she sees stars â small explosions beneath her eyelids. She feels his weight and the hard muscles of his chest against her back as he climbs on top of her. A brief flash of pain â or is it pleasure â and heâs inside her, his cock making long, smooth strokes in her ass.
She opens her mouth to say â something â but as his hands cover her breasts and squeeze her nipples, no words come emerge. The feeling of his cock moving in and out of her ass is exquisite, like nothing sheâd felt before. It sends shivers up and down her legs, over her stomach and into her neckâŠ
He whispers in her ear, âyou like it in the ass, baby?â
âYes,â she moans, âso much.â
âYou like being my little whore, feeling my hard cock fucking your ass?â
âYesâŠI want to beâŠneed to be your whore.â
She feels the sharp crack of his hand on her ass.
âYesâŠyes,â she cries, water seeping from the corners of her eyes, âOh GodâŠyeeeessssss.â
Again she feels the sting, againâŠuntil it blends with the dreamy feeling of his cock easily â surprisingly easily â sliding in and out of her now willing ass. Her hands reach down to the smooth folds of her pussy and, spreading her lips, she rubs the hard nub that makes her jaw quiver. She feels the stirrings of the eveningâs first orgasm about to intensify and overtake herâŠ
OK, let me get my breathing back to normal, before I get carried away and have to practice what Iâm preaching. Iâm only trying to illustrate that fantasy can take you places you may never go in real life, and why not take every advantage? Masturbation does not have to be two minutes in the bathroom â though it can be if you like â it can be all day in your bed, it can be twenty minutes on the phone with a âfriend,â it can be whatever you want it to be.
Years ago, I never thought much about women masturbating; never realized they did. I really canât believe I was that naĂŻve. Now that I know better, I have found that women seem to enjoy bringing themselves to orgasm in more passionate and creative ways than guys do; than I ever did. More than that, I think itâs hot. Very hot. When I hear about what some women do, it makes me heart beat fast and gives me a lump in my throat, among other places.
And this brings me to the reason for this article. Sharing information is what helps us improve in every facet of our lives. God, if only Iâd known way back when what I know now. I would have left a trail of happy women from CT back here to NJ. It also would have helped me please myself a lot more. So in the interest of helping people please themselves, I offer the following information.
Men
Iâm not going to go into the reasons we all masturbate, but just let me say theyâre all healthy. When youâre young and inexperienced, you kinda feel foolish looking at an adult magazine you stole from your fatherâs drawer or got from a friend, a jar of Vaseline at your side and your cock in your hand. Late at night in your room, trying to be quiet and not let anyone see your flashlight. I should know, Iâve felt foolish thousands of times. Being caught, of course, would be a fate worse than death. Far worse. You may still be far away from the days when you masturbate in front of your lover, while she says nasty things to you, just for the turn on and because she likes to see you spurt cum. Good times ahead if you pick the right girl.
There are probably very few places I havenât jerked-off. High school bathroom stall, fitting room at Macyâs, deserted office at work â and thatâs before I got creative. I have no doubt that I coaxed enough sperm to re-populate China. So, I guess itâs fair to say that Iâve learned a few things.
For one, masturbating to fantasy alone is fine, but not as much fun as doing it while looking at adult photos in a magazine or on the Internet, watching a porn, or even reading a literotica story. Why? For some reason, itâs more rewarding to stoke your furnace with something tangible. Watching a beautiful porn star suck down cock like she needs it for nourishment, or having her ankles held high in the air while she looks into her loverâs eyes and receives a good hard fucking is a great way to get and keep a hard on forâŠoh, about a year. Certainly long enough to make yourself cum. When you have material like that, it tends to keep your mind from wandering. Of course, you have to have the time and place.