secret_passion_49
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All things considered, I have come to prefer masturbating to the unpredictable, labor intensive process of luring a woman into bed with me. Call me lazy and maybe crazy, but the latter is too much like work.
I got divorced when I turned thirty years old, and to my surprise I began to find out what other young guys claimed, that being how easy it was to 'get laid'. I had gotten married at age nineteen and never had that period of life where a guy 'sows his wild oats' and I thought they were just exaggerating. Locker room bragging.
I didn't see myself as some talented lover boy, but still had pretty good success at it. This was in the early 1980s before things like AIDS crept in to spoil the fun. In 1980 alone I bedded twelve young women/girls, literally like the 'Playmate of the Month'. Of the twelve, eight were 'one and done' situations. For little old me it was stunning and so unexpected, but it was just the way of things at the time. I think about it now and feel more lucky that I didn't knock one of them up or catch some form of STD from them.
In between these 'scores' I became a World Class Masturbation Addict. After a stressful day at work, coming 'home' to my little apartment, throwing the deadbolt on the door, dispensing with my clothes and stroking myself became an everyday thing. If I ended up alone for the weekend it was a regular cumfest. At least three, sometimes four times a day on Saturday and Sunday.
The only thing that brought this to a screeching halt was woman/girl #13... I ended up marrying her. Lucky 13... Go figure. Did I stop masturbating? Hell no! I was AdDICKted to it!
After a while I began to think that beating off was all I needed most of the time. I realized how convenient it could be to get the needed relief just about anytime and anywhere.
If I have sex on my mind at work, a visit to the bathroom takes care of the situation so I can get my mind back on work.
Long, boring drives get my horny little mind thinking about sex, creating a need for relief. So I'll pull off into a rest stop or roadside picnic area, find a quiet spot there and splatter the steering wheel with my load. I just love the sight of my creamy white cum trickling down the horn button! For a real thrill I'd sometimes masturbate even while still on the road at 70 MPH.
The very sound of the word 'masturbate' has a certain stimulating effect on me. It has this wonderfully selfish ring to it. It dares me to find some place to do it that has the risk of being seen, but rarely will I take the risk.
Through masturbation I can 'have sex' with just about any woman my mind could imagine. Co-workers, neighbors, my wife's best friend, TV, movie and of course PORN stars.
I have used masturbation to 'safely' explore aspects of sexuality that I might otherwise reject for 'social' reasons. Take them for a 'test drive' in my mind to see how I feel about them. In doing so I discovered my 'cock curiosity' that has become a hunger.
I've even fantasized about being 'trapped' by a trans woman. In the fantasy I find what I think is some drop dead gorgeous woman, lure her to my bedroom only to find out 'she' has extra external plumbing. And instead of being pissed off, I loved it!
And I LOVE edging!
I got divorced when I turned thirty years old, and to my surprise I began to find out what other young guys claimed, that being how easy it was to 'get laid'. I had gotten married at age nineteen and never had that period of life where a guy 'sows his wild oats' and I thought they were just exaggerating. Locker room bragging.
I didn't see myself as some talented lover boy, but still had pretty good success at it. This was in the early 1980s before things like AIDS crept in to spoil the fun. In 1980 alone I bedded twelve young women/girls, literally like the 'Playmate of the Month'. Of the twelve, eight were 'one and done' situations. For little old me it was stunning and so unexpected, but it was just the way of things at the time. I think about it now and feel more lucky that I didn't knock one of them up or catch some form of STD from them.
In between these 'scores' I became a World Class Masturbation Addict. After a stressful day at work, coming 'home' to my little apartment, throwing the deadbolt on the door, dispensing with my clothes and stroking myself became an everyday thing. If I ended up alone for the weekend it was a regular cumfest. At least three, sometimes four times a day on Saturday and Sunday.
The only thing that brought this to a screeching halt was woman/girl #13... I ended up marrying her. Lucky 13... Go figure. Did I stop masturbating? Hell no! I was AdDICKted to it!
After a while I began to think that beating off was all I needed most of the time. I realized how convenient it could be to get the needed relief just about anytime and anywhere.
If I have sex on my mind at work, a visit to the bathroom takes care of the situation so I can get my mind back on work.
Long, boring drives get my horny little mind thinking about sex, creating a need for relief. So I'll pull off into a rest stop or roadside picnic area, find a quiet spot there and splatter the steering wheel with my load. I just love the sight of my creamy white cum trickling down the horn button! For a real thrill I'd sometimes masturbate even while still on the road at 70 MPH.
The very sound of the word 'masturbate' has a certain stimulating effect on me. It has this wonderfully selfish ring to it. It dares me to find some place to do it that has the risk of being seen, but rarely will I take the risk.
Through masturbation I can 'have sex' with just about any woman my mind could imagine. Co-workers, neighbors, my wife's best friend, TV, movie and of course PORN stars.
I have used masturbation to 'safely' explore aspects of sexuality that I might otherwise reject for 'social' reasons. Take them for a 'test drive' in my mind to see how I feel about them. In doing so I discovered my 'cock curiosity' that has become a hunger.
I've even fantasized about being 'trapped' by a trans woman. In the fantasy I find what I think is some drop dead gorgeous woman, lure her to my bedroom only to find out 'she' has extra external plumbing. And instead of being pissed off, I loved it!
And I LOVE edging!
