When I discovered masturbation, in addition to gazing at photos of women's tits, I found erotica. Well, tame erotica, with phrases like "He parted the petals of her delicate flower and could not restrain his rampant tower."
The porn now is vastly different than when I was 18.
I was a great fan of Fanny Hill and may even have acquired a copy somewhere.
āI had now totally taken in love's true arrow from the point up to the feather . . . ."
"He looks, he feels, and satisfies himself: the driving forward with fury, its prodigious stiffness, thus impacted, wedgelike, breaks the union of those parts, and gain'd him just the insertion of the tip of it, lip-deep; which being sensible of, he improved his advantage, and following well his stroke, in a straight line, forcibly deepens his penetration;"
Well, when I read these lines, I had already worked myself into a state of high alert you might say and would ejaculate great gobs of cum on the words and image of plunging my stiff cock into a welcoming vagina. Not that I knew what it would feel like of course. My fist did its best to simulate that.
And thus, the first few times I had sex with women, as soon as I got even the tip of my cock into her vagina I erupted. If fact I think I came all over the pubic hair of the first woman I fucked, and plunged bravely in anyway.
From then on, and it's been 47 years now, despite all efforts to learn how to control it I can barely last three or four strokes inside before ejaculating and I wonder if I inadvertently trained myself to do that.
The porn now is vastly different than when I was 18.
I was a great fan of Fanny Hill and may even have acquired a copy somewhere.
āI had now totally taken in love's true arrow from the point up to the feather . . . ."
"He looks, he feels, and satisfies himself: the driving forward with fury, its prodigious stiffness, thus impacted, wedgelike, breaks the union of those parts, and gain'd him just the insertion of the tip of it, lip-deep; which being sensible of, he improved his advantage, and following well his stroke, in a straight line, forcibly deepens his penetration;"
Well, when I read these lines, I had already worked myself into a state of high alert you might say and would ejaculate great gobs of cum on the words and image of plunging my stiff cock into a welcoming vagina. Not that I knew what it would feel like of course. My fist did its best to simulate that.
And thus, the first few times I had sex with women, as soon as I got even the tip of my cock into her vagina I erupted. If fact I think I came all over the pubic hair of the first woman I fucked, and plunged bravely in anyway.
From then on, and it's been 47 years now, despite all efforts to learn how to control it I can barely last three or four strokes inside before ejaculating and I wonder if I inadvertently trained myself to do that.
