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*contains my deep breathing*

It makes me wonder if you're a mattress humper, though I know about the bathroom sink, AkA Mastrabatorium ;)

As a youth (up till say 15), I ONLY wanked by humping my pillow. I am positive that this imprinted me; because my favorite sex position, by far, is female face down on stomach, hips cocked up, me straddling--an exact re-creation.
 
rosco rathbone said:
As a youth (up till say 15), I ONLY wanked by humping my pillow. I am positive that this imprinted me; because my favorite sex position, by far, is female face down on stomach, hips cocked up, me straddling--an exact re-creation.


ME TOO!!!

I never thought of this before.
 
Very nice one, Z! I love visual aids and that is a fine one. :)

And congrats to Rosco for making in through Day 1. I hope the next six prove more interesting. :)

Is anybody else doing this in their own way besides him? I might try, I guess. For it to work for me in a similar way I would have to handle the mechanics a little differently though. To build frustration, not touching wouldn't do the trick. I'd have to play with myself almost to orgasm and then cut it off. Ack. :/ I'll try it once, tonight. I might be too much of a pussy to handle it. :(
 
day 2wo

I noticed this morning that my libido seems to have increased sharply. On the 530AM train, it's usually all I can do to keep my eyes open; but this morning I kept staring at a tired Filipina, about 30, with bad skin, Farrah Fawcett-Majors shag and tight white pants. From the white clogs on her feet, I surmised that she was probably a nurse on the way home from a 12-hour shift.

Although I was still nauseous from sleep--I'd been woken directly out of REM as usual-- I didn't fall into my usual bleary semi-doze. Instead, I kept visualizing the same sequence over and over: grabbing her by the ankles and yanking her suddenly, so that her tired head bonked on the molded orange plastic bucket seat as her ass thudded to the floor. By the time the train pulled into Union Square and I followed her out onto the platform, I had a poisonous, flexible semi-hardon. Her ass was square, chunky and flat, all at once. I pictured her going home and getting her kids ready for school, exhausted from her all-nighter, and I felt shame for my rather malicious little fantasia. My half-stiff cock rubbed against my leg.

Above ground, the sky had already taken on the pale gaseous hue of dawn. A street-sweeping machine passed along, redistributing filth. As I crossed the cobblestones west of the park on my way to 15th Street, a young floozie running to catch the light crossed in front of me in a brown dress of some sheer knitted fabric. She had no bra and her nipples were clearly outlined. As she passed, hair still wet from the shower, she cast me a knowing look. It said "I am not availible, but I enjoy your lustful gaze". A warm, slow-motion shock of sexual adrenaline crashed through my system and raised the hackles at the back of my neck, slick with slime already in the diesel morning air of June in New York City.
 
I wake up at 9:45 today, urge to masturbate is there but fades away. I go upstairs to make myself some toast. Come back downstairs, fire up the computer. Start posting on my forums (yep, you guessed it. I'm addicted to forums just a weeeee bit.) Anyways, 10:30 comes around. I start masturbatin a little. I hold it off. I like the stop and go method, makes the orgasm worthwhile. I finish it off at 11:15 am - with the decided aid of some porn. I clean up and continue posting. Well, that's all I've done today. Only once. Kinda proud of myself as I masturbated about 3 times a day for the last few days - a good day to slow down. I've been too busy posting.
 
Ok, today I tried to do what Rosco is doing, using my own method as described above. Found a tired, middleaged but sensuous in some hard-to-define way teacher posing nude in humiliating postures at the front of the classroom in my picture collection. (if anyone wants to see her, let me know--I'll post a pic or two.) I mentally added in the room full of jeering highschool boys and was doing fine, but then I went a little too far. I imagined one of the boys coming up to me, the teacher, and as I was bent over naked with my legs spread, one of the boys comes up behind me, pokes a rude finger into my anus, and tells me to stand up and march around the room legs high, as the other boys laugh and laugh. He's right behind me, guiding me with his finger--pushing left to make me turn left, right to make me go right, you get the picture. Unfortunately, so did I. In that moment I came. :( have no self-control whatsoever. But I never lack in enthusiasm so I will try again tommorow!
 
rosco rathbone said:
As a youth (up till say 15), I ONLY wanked by humping my pillow. I am positive that this imprinted me; because my favorite sex position, by far, is female face down on stomach, hips cocked up, me straddling--an exact re-creation.

I SO GET OFF ON THIS!!!

By far my fave position, to be humped, ahhhh.

I dated a guy once that was the same way, he mostly masturbated that way and could get off just by humping my ass crack or humping my leg.....I LOVED IT :D
 
rosco rathbone said:
This morning at my usual wanking time I felt the pangs of deprivation a little bit. I was lying face down on the bed and pictured a vagina opening up in the bedclothes beneath me and milking my seed. It passed quickly. FOr the most part, no problems containing myself.

OMG, When I was younger and occasionally now, I imagined a cock coming up from the mattress and probing me as I humped on it. I used to think that would be a great invention, to be able to press a button and a dildo come up from the mattress!!!!
 
naughtygirl69s said:
I SO GET OFF ON THIS!!!

By far my fave position, to be humped, ahhhh.

I dated a guy once that was the same way, he mostly masturbated that way and could get off just by humping my ass crack or humping my leg.....I LOVED IT :D


mmmmmm.....
 
Marquis said:
Rosco and Snowy sitting in a tree....

:D :p


ROFL...

More like, Rosco sitting on a park bench in a perfectly pressed suit (practicing to be a dirty old man, as he mentioned once eons ago. It may have been this very thread.), watching the girls play soccer or rugby, thinking of their athletic legs and chunky muscular butts, getting a poisonous flexible woody as he watches them, trying to decide which one of them is a tomboy off the field too, in order to fill his lecherous fantasy. I'm up a tree, surreptitiously watching the dirty old man in training and feeling a bizarre mixture of lust and humiliation (both for the athletes and him) and a strange pity for his seemingly isolated state. This pity would eventually morph into a small amount of self directed denigration, humiliation and pity as I realize that I too am somewhat isolated from my peers, sexually as well as emotionally. The game would end, our sweaty athletes would depart to their vacuous and busy lives, rosco would return to his steamy cot and rub one out (as he says), simply because the biological urge to come would now be upon him, and the pressure would need to be released somehow. I would return to my lonely bower and draw masochistic and bloody pictures before retiring to my unmade futon on the floor sort of bed and desperately masturbating, trying to reach what probably be an unfulfilling orgasm, should the gods of the big O deign to bless me in such a manner. More likely, the crucial moment would remain elusive, relegating me to a life of quiet desperation between marathon wanks, like an aesthetic seeking some sort of demented nirvana.

Now that I've thoroughly depressed us all with my post-apocalyptic visions, I shall retire to my kitchen and ponder the innards of my fridge and try to invent some sort of dinner...

Happy wanking, kiddos.
 
Time: Last night

Place: Desk in front of computer reading some good stories

Lube: Hand lotion

Mmmm pretty much my usual...leaning back, stroking over my shaft, mixing up speeds and getting in some good long ones thinking of a nice lass slowly riding me as I caressed her clit and fondled her chest, yum.
 
days thre3 and 4our.

Day three was very hard. I couldn't keep my hand off it in the morning. I kept taking it right to the brink and then realizing that I had nowhere to go from there. Jumpy aggressive sexual heebie-jeebies as if my sac were full of mexican jumping beans. It becomes clear that I use compulsive masturbation as a means to moderate my natural energy level. All day long, I was aware of my cock. Also aware of the link between libido and anger. My intercranial sex movie full of images of striking. A tall asian girl with short-shorts passes pushing a baby stroller and I turn to watch her, suddenly picturing detaching my member from my body and and lashing her across the ass and upper legs, leaving raised red cockshaped penis welts in her golden skin.

I feel rejuvenated on day four. Those ancient taoist masters were really onto something. My problem is to use the energy for good--not evil. It curdles, becomes frustrated, makes me dream of rape.
 
But you are still doing it. Congratulations! I had another dismal failure of will today, which I won't even bother reporting the details of. Same-old, same-old.
 
rosco rathbone said:
My intercranial sex movie full of images of striking. A tall asian girl with short-shorts passes pushing a baby stroller and I turn to watch her, suddenly picturing detaching my member from my body and and lashing her across the ass and upper legs, leaving raised red cockshaped penis welts in her golden skin.

I feel rejuvenated on day four. Those ancient taoist masters were really onto something. My problem is to use the energy for good--not evil. It curdles, becomes frustrated, makes me dream of rape.
Like a jelly-cock?

Rickson Gracie, one of the greatest Brazilian Ju-Jitsu fighters in the world, will not have any kind of sexual contact with his wife for 2 months before a fight. I know many different atheletes will follow the same suit.
 
luxey313 said:
Like a jelly-cock?

Rickson Gracie, one of the greatest Brazilian Ju-Jitsu fighters in the world, will not have any kind of sexual contact with his wife for 2 months before a fight. I know many different atheletes will follow the same suit.

Damn, I'd be ready to kill somebody too.
 
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