Why Do You Masturbate?

If you fuck your partner you just fuck one, but when your masturbation, you can
The fuck as much as you fantasize.

 

I have always said that nobody knows how to play with my cock better than I do and if I could suck my own cock I would say that nobody knows how to suck my cock better than I do!!

 

Don't you fantasize about others when you are bumping uglies? We discuss other people we've fucked while we are fucking. Give it a try if your mate is that open.

 

For release mainly especially to relieve tension.
On a personal level, I like how my cock feels, I like the visual (watching in the mirror) edging myself and seeing the precum seeping out, tasting it.
I like adding prostate massage to masturbation and heightening the orgasm. Sometimes it's easier to get exactly what you want by your own means...

 

No pressure to please a partner

 

I masturbate because of an old Beach Boy song. Well it's been building up inside of me for oh I don't know how long. I don't know why but I keep thinkin something's gonna go wrong." So I need to get a nut. And if she is not around I click on "Evil Angel creampies" and watch cream pie deposits going in and flowing out. Very erotic stuff.

 

I bash my bishop in order to overthrow future theocracies!

 

Well, it's a dirty job, but someones got to do it.

 

Yes, of course, I fantasize while I am fucking, even fucking my beautiful wife. It is tow way fucking, once physically that I am fucking her, and the other mentality which I think about somebody else. This method gives me a fantastic loading.

 

Never done for real, but visuallizing wife sucking on a massive cock while we're MMF fucking always sends me over the edge.

 

It's not gonna stroke itself!

 

It is a good reson

 

I've seen a couple of marathon length posts here so far... Here's my contribution ...

OK, so why DO I masturbate?

Fair question.

Well, quite simply, it's delightfully uncomplicated by sentimental baggage or emotional blackmail. Even more importantly, it feels incredible; and because of all that it's been my main sexual activity since puberty set in. That's about all you can say in the Readers Digest version.

Then again, there's the long form (or "long firm" if you will...). So sit back with something tall, cool and wet while I spin you one man's Masturbation Manifesto...

...my schoolboy crush was also the subject of my first wet dream, a beautiful strawberry blonde who lived up the block. She had fabulous breasts, which would have been enough by itself to stand my wood to attention, but the killer was, she liked to go barefoot. Whenever I saw her long, elegant toes and soft, wrinkled soles my fate was sealed. Before long my shorts would be bulging and I think she knew it, too - knew that I could not wait to get home and wrap my hands around my penis and rub one out. And it was always intense, too - I'd expel my load so violently I could feel the internal emptiness for hours. I loved it, and it set my feet on that blissful path of orgasm after orgasm. If I met her today, I'd probably confess all and try to talk her into a footjob.

From my late teens until almost 30, I'd meet dozens of girls, mostly beautiful and friendly, but it never occurred to me that even one of them would consent to so much as a date, let alone anything sexual.

So I never asked. Instead, I masturbated at least once a day and loved it so much that I did it nightly from the the age of seventeen until thirty, and during my first marriage whenever I had an opportunity - girls' night out, her shopping trips etc., and sometimes quite openly when she was sidelined by pregnancy.

I started in my late teens by constructing fairly realistic-feeling sex dolls with a couple of pillows. These varied according to whichever of my female friends was making my dick twitch that day. I'd hump "her" until I couldn't hold out any more, then ejaculate into a sock. As time passed, I would get more sophisticated.

Soon, I found that it felt much better if I dusted the inside of a party balloon with cornstarch powder and used that as a "condom". It felt much smoother than a sock, and I'd come quicker and more intensely.

Eventually I evolved and fell in love with the practice which I've mostly followed to the present day, and which has given me such great pleasure.

Some time around one to three A.M., after hanging out with this or that group of friends, I'd get home, lock the bedroom door, strip off, and lie on the bed with my cock pointing skyward and - usually - visions of tonight's fantasy lover(s) filling my head.

On any given night, the short list is likely to include selections from five categories .

I've tried to figure out if there's a pattern to their appearance, and haven't been able to. The short list isn't complete but it's pretty representative:

I have good pictures featuring minimal clothing available on the bed near my left hand side (I'm a right-handed wanker). They're all within reach, but by the time I'm ready to come, I've invariably focused on one.

Paper towels or tissues and a bottle of hair conditioner also lay next to me on the bed. My favorite conditioner was Agree, slippery and with a pleasant scent. Generously applied, it was the perfect lubricant, and did wonders for my hands to boot.

Then I'd begin slowly masturbating, varying speeds and edging myself. In those days I could make it last for about 20-30 minutes, but not much longer. I'd feel the end of my organ start to spasm and I'd try to resist, but by now it was useless.

By now I'd thickened and grown in length by (it seemed) almost an inch, and I felt myself blush as I moaned in ecstasy and shot seven or eight jets of semen into the air and landing (usually) on my belly, chest, or occasionally my face; it would vary according to the intensity of the orgasm my fantasy lover was inspiring. If only the Fleshlight had been invented then... I'd pass out for a few minutes, and wake to find it was time to clean up and get some sleep.

And that, as I said, is the main activity of my sex life after the age of seventeen, and why I've stayed with it. Don't feel pity or contempt for me; I freely admit I've enjoyed the hell out of it.

I still do, and it's probably the main reason why I still masturbate whenever I can. I just love the feel of stroking my rod and feeling it swell and explode.

Some years later, when my first marriage had headed south, I began having fantasies about my ex-wife's best friend, Elaine. I think she wanted me too; but the opportunity never presented itself, or I'd have taken it in a heartbeat - I still regret that. She did, however, frequently make my nightly "short list".

Anyway, another part of "why" was having some knee - buckling orgasms with Elaine in my mind and a handful of Agree. I wish she knew how great she'd been ... Hell, if the subject comes (AHEM!) up I'll probably tell her.

Between marriages, there was little need for self - service. The girl I was dating would take care of that at a hint - ever gotten a handjob under a dinner table lubed with a handful of ranch dressing?

Then I met up again with the redhead from my 20s. We fell in love again, got married and settled into a happy, horny lifestyle - until some medical issues got in the way. But we'll get by. With her encouragement, I now have three Fleshlights, and we're going to try to use them as therapy tools to see if we can get our sex life back to where it was.

But whether we do or not, there'll be fun and a lot of love along the way.

Wish us luck...

 

It feels good, its good for you. I have a dick here so when its not inside a pussy it might as well be in my hand, being put to use lol.

 

What she said!
Only time I really get into solo is when I edge for a few hours! I'm not a quickie kinda person. Even with sex!

 

Because it feels good!. I can give myself a BJ and do regularly! I love it and won't stop.

 

Because it feels good. Duh!

 

For releafe... thinking almost every time of my gf. And also when we are togheter and going in for the 3th or 4th round I sometimes finish myself on here because she can't move her arms/hips/head anymore
I mostly hoover above her to come on her tits or in here mouth then, she loves that...

 

Duh. Because it feels good!

 

Lol, always a good excuse ;-)