2005
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That’s the result of my masturbation. I don’t masturbate because I’m turned on, or because I’m in a sexy mood. It’s been over 8 months since I was made love to properly. The kind of sex that turns you on the next day, makes your juices flow in the middle of a business meeting. The type of sex that makes you worry if your wet spot has soaked through to your pants the next day at work. The type of sex that makes having to go to the bathroom a damn near orgasmic experience. The type of Saturday night sex which disables both of you from moving out of bed, skipping breakfast and lunch and after one more round you order-in Chinese or pizza.
Yeah, I’ve had that sex. When I masturbate, I try to place myself in those moments to intensify the orgasm, to heighten my senses, to mentally stimulate myself. Unfortunately, these memories are embedded deeply in the past that I can’t retrieve them.
When I masturbate it’s because I’m lonely, over-worked and horny, damnit. I need a nut. I use my Brownstone massager b/c I’m too lazy to manually take myself to the next level. On the low vibrating setting, I concentrate on squeezing my PC muscles as tightly as possible until I explode in successive contractions. Since I couldn’t rely on my mental ability to reach the orgasm, I am physically worn out. And so I…
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by LadyA
