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The same way that not all idle brains wander to sexual imagination leads to masturbation, not all sexual fantasy (and idle hands) leads to masturbation is true for not all idle hands. The truth is that it’s the classic chicken-and-egg scenario. Which comes first, fantasy or masturbation? – 

 

 

 

A fundamental fact, however, seems to be unavoidable: that masturbation without imagination is rare, sad, and unreality. Having a dream about masturbation is not only desirable, it is required. Masturbation would be much too lonely if it didn’t include fantasizing. Not even the thought of it makes me uncomfortable.

 

 

 

 

lorine

I hope you find this letter to be of assistance. My age is 29 and I have been married for six years. I have no children, so this will give you a sense of who I am and maybe aid you in understanding why I believe the way I do. While my husband and I have sex on average three to four times each week, he is unaware that I am writing to you since there are several elements in this letter that I believe may cause him to have doubts about my whereabouts.

 

 

As a matter of fact, I masturbate on a regular basis. When I first get up in the morning or after a bath, I use a vibrator. As I massage my breasts and think about or look at some of the books we have, I tend to feel a little giddy inside. Considering that my breasts are not very large, I get a thrill whenever I see females with large, full titties.

 

 

 

 The following is a true story that inspired one of my favorite masturbation fantasies: Once upon a time, I went to a sauna bath with a buddy who I suspected had leanings toward lesbianity. What occurred may still make me feel compelled to do something stupid. 

 

 

 

Thinking about it makes my nipples and clitoris feel stiff. We both went down to our underwear and underwear just. We walked inside after wrapping towels around ourselves. A single other female was present. Showcasing all she had, she laid down on her back.

 

Immediately after she departed, my friend unfastened her towel and lay down on her back to relax. Her body language quickly turned me into a hot guy since it was my first time seeing her in her underwear. My pubic hair was much darker and bushier than hers when I pulled my towel off, and she commented on it. 

 

 

Despite the fact that she was so fair, her breast was far larger than mine. As she approached me, she began rubbing my legs with her hands. Let her finish what she was doing, and I would not interfere. After a few minutes, her hands had taken over my body completely. She invited me to return to her apartment for tea, and she offered to finish me off if I wanted.

 

 

 

 I was stripped naked by her as soon as we arrived, and it was a really pleasurable experience. My breasts were kissed and sucked on by her, then she sank between my legs and performed cunnilingus on me (better than my husband). I could feel her licking my clitoris, and the mere sensation of her breasts was enough to make me come to 78 at least twice. On a regular basis, I think about this and then make my hubby laugh.

 

 

 

 

Norma I believe Norma’s name is perfect for her; it has an old-fashioned, prim ring to it, which I think she will like. Because of this, I was not shocked when Norma expressed hesitation about doing a book interview. The author, on the other hand, feels that it may serve a freeing function and argues that there is nothing wrong with it. In fact, she would want her daughter to read it, “if I’d had one.” It’s something I’d never want any other female to go through.

 

 

Aside from that, Norma informed me that she had not had sexual relations with a man since her husband, who was more gay than heterosexual, divorced her more than fifteen years ago, shortly after the birth of their son, Ted.

 

 

In my dreams, I’m a lot of fun to be around. It is really my responsibility to be at the forefront. My dreams are always centered on attractive young male characters. Obviously, there is some aspect of incest involved – some kind of yearning for Ted on the part of the other party. This is not, however, entirely correct in my opinion: 

 

 

This, I believe, is why I usually envision the guy to be fifteen or twenty years younger than I really am: it makes him seem less intimidating to me. Rather than that, he’s always someone who is either a virgin or someone who is very near to being a virgin.

 

 

Any individual who is unfamiliar with what it is all about – the bedroom, to be precise — As a result, it is my responsibility to educate him, and nothing he does will surprise or alarm me in the least. His age is insignificant.

 

 

 

I’ll tell you what I’d want to: In the shower, I have all of my fantasies. I simply walk into the bathroom and get into the bathtub whenever the need strikes me. Nevertheless, I go about it in a unique manner. Given my training and upbringing, I’ve never been able to bring myself to touch myself in that location. 

 

 

 

That’s right. Alternatively, I could stuff whatever I wanted into my body. Basically, what I do is set the hot water to a comfortable degree. When I’m finished, I lay down on my back in the tub with my bottom right up against the edge of the tub where the faucet is, and I arrange myself with my legs open and my feet up on the side of the tub.

 

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the tub’s edge, which is immediately beneath the flow of water I normally sleep with a towel wrapped over my shoulders and beneath my pillow. The warm bubbling water has a hypnotic effect on me; I may pace my imagination by either reclining down and allowing the warm pressure of the falling water to reach its source, or by holding my lips apart so that the flowing water arouse me quickly.

 

 

 

It is inevitable that fantasies will get stale and will eventually lose their sensual appeal. It is necessary for you to continually concoct novel ideas. A photograph of this attractive young guy and me was recently created by me.

 

 

 

Neither of us is wearing anything except black tie; he’s wearing a black tie-inspired suit, and I’m wearing something long, black, and very theatrical. Our guests have yet to arrive, and the lad and I are complete strangers to one another, having just been invited to this place by mutual acquaintances. At long last, they phone to explain that they had to catch a plane and that they would not arrive till midnight. They insist that we stay and spend the time as best we can until they come, and that we do what they want.

 

 

 

To entertain the young guy, I offer that we play a game of cards together. I explain to him that, although playing cards without risk is a dull game, I do not like playing for money at all. He seems to be amused. 

 

 

 

Thus, he chuckles and inquires as to my preferred cause. We should play poker, and the winner will be able to make the other person do anything he or she chooses for five minutes after each winning hand.’ I have in mind a game of strip poker, you see, since I am a very excellent poker player and know that by using the pretense of the game, I can manipulate him into doing what I want, almost as a joke, without humiliating myself.
A few minutes later, the young guy finds himself seated in his stiff shirt, black tie, and shoes, having agreed to the arrangement.

 

 

There’s nothing else on the table! It varies depending on my mood. Sometimes I envision him quickly developing an erection, and other times I make him so ashamed that he is unable to get one until I “carelessly” make some exposing motions with my body. Alternatively, you may reach out and shake his hand.

 

 

 

 Then I propose that we play for larger stakes to see how it goes. The meaning of this is not immediately clear to him.
The penalty time should be raised from five minutes to fifteen minutes or more, I urge him, and we should play for more innovative forfeits.

Even a half-hour would be helpful.

 

 

 

 As he grows even more enthused, I see that there is a glint in his eyes. And he concurs with me. As is always the case, I triumph.
In response, he inquires, “What are you looking for me to do?” I order him to lay down on the bed, half-dressed as he is, and then I bind his wrists and feet to the bed with a piece of string.
My deed begins when I get the impression that he cannot move. Imagining myself as a gorgeous lady is something I’ve always wanted to do.

 

 

 

My striptease turns into the most erotic striptease you’ve ever seen as he is laying there bound hand and foot. This is where the imagination comes to life. Everything else has been a process of accumulation. However, as I reach to this section, I can practically feel a flush of heat coming up my spine. 

 

 

 

The sense of nearing orgasm causes my abdominal muscles to contract — but not in a painful way. So I come over and sit on him for a split second, just long enough for him to have an orgasm of his own before I yank myself away, leaving him even crazier, his face redder, and his erection as firm and rock-like as a rock.

 

 

 

 

 He responds affirmatively, and I ask if he would mind putting it in me. At times, I act enraged with him, claiming that I’d sooner put a candle in my own mouth than let him do it to himself. I have this fantasy that I do, and I can picture myself dancing around this lovely young lad, nude with a giant red Christmas candle poking partly out of my body. It is my intention to untie him and let him to make love to me if he is willing to shove the candle all the way in with his teeth. 

 

 

 

It’s also possible for me to utilize that rigid erection as an offensive weapon, crouching over him and pushing the candle all the way into his erection, which has now become so firm he couldn’t make it any soft even if he tried.

 

 

I can feel the nice warm water caressing me, massaging me, and bringing my own surge of blood to the surface all the while I’m thinking these thoughts. I had an orgasm right there in the pleasant, clean bathtub when my muscles begin to spasm unexpectedly. After that, I just take a long, hot bath before retiring to bed for the most rejuvenating snooze you could possibly imagine!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Albie

Every now and then, when I masturbate, there is this wonderful guy there, who is of course my boyfriend, and he collects a group of charming males who are all desperate to fuck me….
My dreams appear to be filled with these men who are constantly looking for an opportunity to get their hands on my body.

 

 

They all have fantastic members with extraordinary dimensions, and they all tell him that I’m great, which I think is great since I’m having a great time myself. Nevertheless, the amusing thing is that my gentleman friend, who has gone to the trouble of finding me all of these screws, becomes upset when I begin to enjoy myself a little too much when one of the other gentlemen in the crowd begins to proposition me for doing other things (which are not included in the package deal). 

 

 

 

When I succumb to the temptation, my sweetheart becomes enraged with both me and the other person and gently advises us not to get too acquainted with the other guy. It may seem absurd, but hear me out. I guess that’s true, but you specifically requested this.