MASTURBATION is the ultimate sexual statement
"MASTURBATION is the ultimate sexual statement of individuality"
Hi, I am a 61 year old very married male. Everything you are about to read is absolutely true. Of course I've read some of the other submissions and maybe they are true but they read like novels. That's fine and entertaining. This offering, however, is simply my attempt at a scholarly example with intention to enlighten and maybe help someone else enjoy their life as much as I do mine. It has taken me most of my life to shed inhibitions once imprisoning my mind. If I can make one reader happier this will have been worth the effort. Of course, if my narration gets anyone aroused....GOOD! (Footnote: The juicy stuff comes later.)
First off, I think we need a new word or words to replace or augment "masturbation," according to two dictionaries that I consulted. Some of what we do isn't masturbation in the dictionary sense. Example: When my wife slips her hand into her panties (an act guaranteed to get a RISE out of me) that is not masturbation by our reckoning, it is part of making love. Labeling, I think, misses the point. The phrase "If it feels good do it" is scientifically defensible. After all, you didn't create your own body, it came with all the bells and whistles necessary for feeling pleasure or pain. Let's take an unbiased look at that body and prove the point. Considering the human gestation period, a female could produce, roughly, one child per year. OK. Then why are we invested by nature with the ability and the desire to have sexual satisfaction AT LEAST 3 times a week? Also, If my state legislates that a girl must be 18 to have sex with anyone over that age, why did nature give pre-pubescent children a raging sex drive?
I had a vasectomy many years ago. You could consider me a dildo with legs! And yet although I can't impregnate anyone, in this state I would get an automatic 20 years in the pokey if a 17 year old even touched me or I caressed her! Of course some selfish 17 year old boy can impregnate her and take a walk. You are living in an insane world, faced with defining your own sanity. Members of each generation are faced with the cruel task of un-learning the inhibitions emplaced by their inhibited forbearers. To illustrate how tough that can be: I suggested to a teen age girl who stated she had intercourse with her boyfriend, that she had other options like going down on each other or masturbation. She looked at me as if I had lost every marble I owned. In her mind "missionary position fucking" was the only acceptable practice! It's "What everyone else is doing."
What does all this mean? It means YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN! MASTURBATION is the ultimate sexual statement of individuality. If you masturbate but feel guilty or bashful about it, picture someone catching you at it and saying anything negative. Now picture taking the offensive with a catchy retort like: "Whatsa matter, never seen a person ENJOYING themselves? By all means don't pause whatever you're doing. Let the judgmental intruder explain THEIR behavior. You have no reason to.
THE JUICY PART!!!!
My wife and I have been together for 16 years. She said she had experienced two orgasms prior to our meeting. She was 31 at the time. Both were by her previous husband using his fingers on her. Within two days of our first sexual contact she had an orgasm. She's never NOT had an orgasm since! In fact, she occasionally has two or three. She moans and hollers a lot too! Wow! How did I bring off this miracle? I didn't. She did. You see, by this time I had rid myself of many of the lies and much of the inhibition. I simply and calmly said that love-making was "feel good stuff and that masturbation could be shared and enjoyed and that her enjoyment was my enjoyment." I had only opened a window of opportunity for her. SHE entered. Now we do just about everything ever heard of but her favorite thing is to suck me while she vibrates her flower, sometimes with a skinny vibrator up her butt. She always comes first and sometimes twice, then she lies in the afterglow for a while then she goes down on me WITH GREAT ENTHUSIASM!
(Ever notice that in pornos, guys are....subdued?) Not ME! I get my fingers in her hair and she gets the whole thing and I holler like I was being tortured to death! All this because I encouraged her to masturbate a long time ago! You might wonder how, in a sex-hostile society, I got so liberated. Maybe my childhood experiences had something to do with it.
NOW: MY LIFE'S STORY! (vastly abreviated)
I'm sharing this with you because it makes a strong statement and a strong indictment against the cruel, repressive, illogical and ignorant system that teaches anti-sex. I will not give the true names of the people I mention lest the "Thought Police" decide to exercise their unconstitutional prerogative.
My first memories are in a northern state that I need not identify, in a rural environment. Because of World War Two most of the men were gone. They were either in the service or working long shifts in factories. THIS IS IMPORTANT BECAUSE WE KIDS WERE GETTING VERY LITTLE SUPERVISION (Read: Where do inhibitions come from!)
When I was about six years old I found out that the little girl next door was soft and tasted good. Her folks whipped her ass, mine giggled and told me to lay off. Of course I didn't. Because her folks were only there for the summer she went away. LESSON: Don't let anyone give you any of that "Puppy Love" or "They are just curious" bullshit. Curious my ass, WE WERE HORNY!
This part might shock a lot of males. Tough. When about 7 to 9 years old there was only one girl in the neighborhood and she avoided everyone. There were 3 boys that lived in this rural neighborhood. The little girl next door was long gone. During summers, 2 other boys arrived regularly, one occasionally. Out of these 6 boys, six had sex with each other. This was mutual masturbation (an oxymoron) and fellatio. None of us had reached puberty and none of us had heard of homosexuality. We just did whatever felt good. I do recall that all of us had fantasies about girls and women. During this same period my aunt invited me to ride along to visit a friend on a farm. There was a GIRL there! We were sent outside to play. She ventured that we should go into the outhouse! I eyeballed the surroundings and realized that there wasn't even a bush between the house and the outhouse which was setting at the edge of a stubble cornfield. I told her that as soon as we disappeared into that outhouse every adult woman in the house would come out and kill the hell out of us but I said I sure liked the offer. LESSON: Is it possible that without early brainwashing people might naturally develop into SEXUALLY HEALTHY PEOPLE? Not Homo- not hetero- but just SEXUAL?
Also, late in this period, I had a miracle of sorts. A girl, 4 years my senior, visited our rural neighborhood. I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on! I asked her if she would like to visit a sand pit about a half mile away. She said "Sure" It was lust at first sight. I just knew that she wouldn't care for a squirt like me but just fantasizing was wonderful. It was too long ago for me to remember tiny details but we were soon behind a mound of sand delighting the hell out of each other. I wish I could remember our exact ages at the time but it's just too long ago. I can say that I was between 8 and 10 years old. She would have been between 12 and 14. I do remember a lesson that we both learned: Girls/women should use kleenex and blot, not rub, their flowers. If you girls use toilet paper and rub, it makes little soggy balls between your labia which get stuck in your lovers teeth! I'm not making this up!
This girl visited the neighborhood twice for two weeks each. I fell in love with her. She was sweet, unselfish, horny and pretty. LESSON: You never Un-love a person. If they don't do you dirty, whenever you think of them in the future you will feel the same as ever. Now that I'm an old fart, when I think of her I want to go down on her again. (My wife said she would want to watch and masturbate.)
One more memory: Once we went swimming. The water made us feel horny even though it was so cold our teeth were chattering. Unfortunately, her mother was sitting on a dock about 30 yards away, reading a novel. We couldn't be all over each other as usual so we pulled down our bathing suit bottoms and fondled and peed on each other. The water was so cold that her pee felt hot! Yes, the memory is still fresh, still delicious. LESSON: We never thought of it that way but I now believe that we were having better sex than the adults! Come to think of it, as long as the memory lives on, maybe we're still having sex!
On two separate occasions, at about age 11-13 a girl approached me with sweet suggestions of "creative playing around". LESSON: It's curious to me that it was so often the GIRL who first wanted to mess around.?
The last time this sort of thing happened when I was 15. A girl from my school strolled up to me on a sidewalk, smiling, and asked if she could go down on me! If I was a cartoon character my jaw would have been laying on the sidewalk at that moment!!! It was a while before I could get my mind and my lips to synchronize. She stood smiling, waiting for a reply. Finally I regained the small amount of wits that I posessed at that time and told her that I thought that, if we did this thing, within 24 hours everyone in school would know about it and their teasing would make us both miserable. We lived in a neighborhood, at this time, where it was hard as hell to have a secret and I really thought she would have been so proud of her seduction that she would have told somebody, probably damned near everybody! I'm not at all sure I did the right thing. I had no intention of hurting her feelings. On the contrary, I really thought that her "damaged reputation" would hurt her more but I'm still honestly in doubt. Maybe my rejection of her hurt more. LESSON: If it wasn't for the insane cultural taboos torturing us all, that incident would have gone the other way and we both could have enjoyed exploring each others desires.
All the boys I knew that would mutually masturbate started to peter out (Pun intended.) at around 14 to 15. Shame liberally applied, had done it's rotten work. It's about this time that I experienced a lot of attention from middle aged men. No one ever tried to get rough with me but more times than I can count I was more or less politely offered some sort of intimate attention. Consulting with other boys confirmed that this phenomena was widespread. One incident I will describe: My buddy and I were hitch-hiking. A middle age dude in a convertible. picked us up. After a short conversation about our destination, etc. The guy offered us five bucks to give him a hand job. I conferred with my friend and we came up with a counter offer of ten dollars. He was either not that horny or close to broke so he declined. He let us off where we had indicated. My friend and I thought little of the affair. The idea of doing that for a man was not sexual in our minds it was financial! To us, the sexual part would have been similar to being asked to scratch his back. No big deal. My guess is that NOW, in 1997, any kids propositioned in such a manner would run away screaming and call the police. To us it was just another wierd item in a weird world. LESSON: The fact that sexual repression has not disappeared but merely changed faces between 1951 and 1997 proves that our minds are adjusted by our environment. We are not the free thinkers that we would like to believe. Your likes and dislikes and even hatreds are dictated by the state. The real you is buried in there somewhere.
The last piece of family history starts sadly but turns very happy.
My wife, born in 1950, never knew she had a beautiful toy between her legs for many years. Her first sexual experience came at age 15 whereupon her boyfriend pointed it out with his cock and got her pregnant. He then hit the bricks, so to speak. She was married by a young man at age sixteen. (Marriage was his way to avoid a repeat tour of Vietnam. (I can appreciate his feelings. I was a military professional but I curse his method!) My wife almost died of peritonitis and he wouldn't even visit her in the hospital. Result: divorce.
My wife married again. The best that can be said for her husband is he didn't beat her. He did, actually, do something for her. He gave her an orgasm. This was done by fingering her pussy. This was repeated once more in their ten year marriage. What a Guy! I think her orgasms were accidental on his part. (Two in ten years!?) I think he was just getting his jolly's playing with it. I cannot conceive of treating another human being like she has been treated. But, don't think I'm not painfully aware that either sex is capable of unlimited cruelty!
My wife has not perpetrated a cruelty on me or any one else in our 16 years together. I am committed to making up for all those years she did without. A few years ago my wife learned that she enjoyed gawking at girls in the shopping malls as much as I did! So we gawked. She said that she got horney when she thought about oriental girls, especially one we were acquainted with who worked in a restaurant. At a birthday party I saw the lady my sweetheart had indicated so I walked up to her and said "Hi-----I thought you should know that my wife is horny for you." Unfortunately this lady is highly heterosexual or inhibited because she blushed and pretended not to hear me. Because my wife and she had done a lot of hugging before upon meeting, I thought there was a chance. Damn! I sure would like to fulfill my lovers innermost desires. I'm fourteen years older than my wife and I don't like the idea of her being alone if anything happens to me. I think it would be wonderful to find my own replacement. My wife says she would prefer a woman, preferably Asian. I feel keen disappointment for not making that happen.
LESSON: LOVE IS WHEN YOU CARE MORE FOR ANOTHER THAN YOU DO FOR YOURSELF.
The thought that there are others out there who, like my wife, have been doing without, is why I wrote this autobiography. It is my way of waging war against those who would dictate what you do with your own body. By now you should realize that in the example of my wife that everyone used my wife's body, one way or another, except her. Now she touches herself and looks at the love in my eyes as she does. The reverse is true when I touch myself. Wow!
All of this because I simply opened the window of opportunity so my love could find ecstasy between her own legs. I wish a nice orgasm or two or three to everyone who reads this. Yes, I like the thought of that very much.
Gary
Hi, I am a 61 year old very married male. Everything you are about to read is absolutely true. Of course I've read some of the other submissions and maybe they are true but they read like novels. That's fine and entertaining. This offering, however, is simply my attempt at a scholarly example with intention to enlighten and maybe help someone else enjoy their life as much as I do mine. It has taken me most of my life to shed inhibitions once imprisoning my mind. If I can make one reader happier this will have been worth the effort. Of course, if my narration gets anyone aroused....GOOD! (Footnote: The juicy stuff comes later.)
First off, I think we need a new word or words to replace or augment "masturbation," according to two dictionaries that I consulted. Some of what we do isn't masturbation in the dictionary sense. Example: When my wife slips her hand into her panties (an act guaranteed to get a RISE out of me) that is not masturbation by our reckoning, it is part of making love. Labeling, I think, misses the point. The phrase "If it feels good do it" is scientifically defensible. After all, you didn't create your own body, it came with all the bells and whistles necessary for feeling pleasure or pain. Let's take an unbiased look at that body and prove the point. Considering the human gestation period, a female could produce, roughly, one child per year. OK. Then why are we invested by nature with the ability and the desire to have sexual satisfaction AT LEAST 3 times a week? Also, If my state legislates that a girl must be 18 to have sex with anyone over that age, why did nature give pre-pubescent children a raging sex drive?
I had a vasectomy many years ago. You could consider me a dildo with legs! And yet although I can't impregnate anyone, in this state I would get an automatic 20 years in the pokey if a 17 year old even touched me or I caressed her! Of course some selfish 17 year old boy can impregnate her and take a walk. You are living in an insane world, faced with defining your own sanity. Members of each generation are faced with the cruel task of un-learning the inhibitions emplaced by their inhibited forbearers. To illustrate how tough that can be: I suggested to a teen age girl who stated she had intercourse with her boyfriend, that she had other options like going down on each other or masturbation. She looked at me as if I had lost every marble I owned. In her mind "missionary position fucking" was the only acceptable practice! It's "What everyone else is doing."
What does all this mean? It means YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN! MASTURBATION is the ultimate sexual statement of individuality. If you masturbate but feel guilty or bashful about it, picture someone catching you at it and saying anything negative. Now picture taking the offensive with a catchy retort like: "Whatsa matter, never seen a person ENJOYING themselves? By all means don't pause whatever you're doing. Let the judgmental intruder explain THEIR behavior. You have no reason to.
THE JUICY PART!!!!
My wife and I have been together for 16 years. She said she had experienced two orgasms prior to our meeting. She was 31 at the time. Both were by her previous husband using his fingers on her. Within two days of our first sexual contact she had an orgasm. She's never NOT had an orgasm since! In fact, she occasionally has two or three. She moans and hollers a lot too! Wow! How did I bring off this miracle? I didn't. She did. You see, by this time I had rid myself of many of the lies and much of the inhibition. I simply and calmly said that love-making was "feel good stuff and that masturbation could be shared and enjoyed and that her enjoyment was my enjoyment." I had only opened a window of opportunity for her. SHE entered. Now we do just about everything ever heard of but her favorite thing is to suck me while she vibrates her flower, sometimes with a skinny vibrator up her butt. She always comes first and sometimes twice, then she lies in the afterglow for a while then she goes down on me WITH GREAT ENTHUSIASM!
(Ever notice that in pornos, guys are....subdued?) Not ME! I get my fingers in her hair and she gets the whole thing and I holler like I was being tortured to death! All this because I encouraged her to masturbate a long time ago! You might wonder how, in a sex-hostile society, I got so liberated. Maybe my childhood experiences had something to do with it.
NOW: MY LIFE'S STORY! (vastly abreviated)
I'm sharing this with you because it makes a strong statement and a strong indictment against the cruel, repressive, illogical and ignorant system that teaches anti-sex. I will not give the true names of the people I mention lest the "Thought Police" decide to exercise their unconstitutional prerogative.
My first memories are in a northern state that I need not identify, in a rural environment. Because of World War Two most of the men were gone. They were either in the service or working long shifts in factories. THIS IS IMPORTANT BECAUSE WE KIDS WERE GETTING VERY LITTLE SUPERVISION (Read: Where do inhibitions come from!)
When I was about six years old I found out that the little girl next door was soft and tasted good. Her folks whipped her ass, mine giggled and told me to lay off. Of course I didn't. Because her folks were only there for the summer she went away. LESSON: Don't let anyone give you any of that "Puppy Love" or "They are just curious" bullshit. Curious my ass, WE WERE HORNY!
This part might shock a lot of males. Tough. When about 7 to 9 years old there was only one girl in the neighborhood and she avoided everyone. There were 3 boys that lived in this rural neighborhood. The little girl next door was long gone. During summers, 2 other boys arrived regularly, one occasionally. Out of these 6 boys, six had sex with each other. This was mutual masturbation (an oxymoron) and fellatio. None of us had reached puberty and none of us had heard of homosexuality. We just did whatever felt good. I do recall that all of us had fantasies about girls and women. During this same period my aunt invited me to ride along to visit a friend on a farm. There was a GIRL there! We were sent outside to play. She ventured that we should go into the outhouse! I eyeballed the surroundings and realized that there wasn't even a bush between the house and the outhouse which was setting at the edge of a stubble cornfield. I told her that as soon as we disappeared into that outhouse every adult woman in the house would come out and kill the hell out of us but I said I sure liked the offer. LESSON: Is it possible that without early brainwashing people might naturally develop into SEXUALLY HEALTHY PEOPLE? Not Homo- not hetero- but just SEXUAL?
Also, late in this period, I had a miracle of sorts. A girl, 4 years my senior, visited our rural neighborhood. I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on! I asked her if she would like to visit a sand pit about a half mile away. She said "Sure" It was lust at first sight. I just knew that she wouldn't care for a squirt like me but just fantasizing was wonderful. It was too long ago for me to remember tiny details but we were soon behind a mound of sand delighting the hell out of each other. I wish I could remember our exact ages at the time but it's just too long ago. I can say that I was between 8 and 10 years old. She would have been between 12 and 14. I do remember a lesson that we both learned: Girls/women should use kleenex and blot, not rub, their flowers. If you girls use toilet paper and rub, it makes little soggy balls between your labia which get stuck in your lovers teeth! I'm not making this up!
This girl visited the neighborhood twice for two weeks each. I fell in love with her. She was sweet, unselfish, horny and pretty. LESSON: You never Un-love a person. If they don't do you dirty, whenever you think of them in the future you will feel the same as ever. Now that I'm an old fart, when I think of her I want to go down on her again. (My wife said she would want to watch and masturbate.)
One more memory: Once we went swimming. The water made us feel horny even though it was so cold our teeth were chattering. Unfortunately, her mother was sitting on a dock about 30 yards away, reading a novel. We couldn't be all over each other as usual so we pulled down our bathing suit bottoms and fondled and peed on each other. The water was so cold that her pee felt hot! Yes, the memory is still fresh, still delicious. LESSON: We never thought of it that way but I now believe that we were having better sex than the adults! Come to think of it, as long as the memory lives on, maybe we're still having sex!
On two separate occasions, at about age 11-13 a girl approached me with sweet suggestions of "creative playing around". LESSON: It's curious to me that it was so often the GIRL who first wanted to mess around.?
The last time this sort of thing happened when I was 15. A girl from my school strolled up to me on a sidewalk, smiling, and asked if she could go down on me! If I was a cartoon character my jaw would have been laying on the sidewalk at that moment!!! It was a while before I could get my mind and my lips to synchronize. She stood smiling, waiting for a reply. Finally I regained the small amount of wits that I posessed at that time and told her that I thought that, if we did this thing, within 24 hours everyone in school would know about it and their teasing would make us both miserable. We lived in a neighborhood, at this time, where it was hard as hell to have a secret and I really thought she would have been so proud of her seduction that she would have told somebody, probably damned near everybody! I'm not at all sure I did the right thing. I had no intention of hurting her feelings. On the contrary, I really thought that her "damaged reputation" would hurt her more but I'm still honestly in doubt. Maybe my rejection of her hurt more. LESSON: If it wasn't for the insane cultural taboos torturing us all, that incident would have gone the other way and we both could have enjoyed exploring each others desires.
All the boys I knew that would mutually masturbate started to peter out (Pun intended.) at around 14 to 15. Shame liberally applied, had done it's rotten work. It's about this time that I experienced a lot of attention from middle aged men. No one ever tried to get rough with me but more times than I can count I was more or less politely offered some sort of intimate attention. Consulting with other boys confirmed that this phenomena was widespread. One incident I will describe: My buddy and I were hitch-hiking. A middle age dude in a convertible. picked us up. After a short conversation about our destination, etc. The guy offered us five bucks to give him a hand job. I conferred with my friend and we came up with a counter offer of ten dollars. He was either not that horny or close to broke so he declined. He let us off where we had indicated. My friend and I thought little of the affair. The idea of doing that for a man was not sexual in our minds it was financial! To us, the sexual part would have been similar to being asked to scratch his back. No big deal. My guess is that NOW, in 1997, any kids propositioned in such a manner would run away screaming and call the police. To us it was just another wierd item in a weird world. LESSON: The fact that sexual repression has not disappeared but merely changed faces between 1951 and 1997 proves that our minds are adjusted by our environment. We are not the free thinkers that we would like to believe. Your likes and dislikes and even hatreds are dictated by the state. The real you is buried in there somewhere.
The last piece of family history starts sadly but turns very happy.
My wife, born in 1950, never knew she had a beautiful toy between her legs for many years. Her first sexual experience came at age 15 whereupon her boyfriend pointed it out with his cock and got her pregnant. He then hit the bricks, so to speak. She was married by a young man at age sixteen. (Marriage was his way to avoid a repeat tour of Vietnam. (I can appreciate his feelings. I was a military professional but I curse his method!) My wife almost died of peritonitis and he wouldn't even visit her in the hospital. Result: divorce.
My wife married again. The best that can be said for her husband is he didn't beat her. He did, actually, do something for her. He gave her an orgasm. This was done by fingering her pussy. This was repeated once more in their ten year marriage. What a Guy! I think her orgasms were accidental on his part. (Two in ten years!?) I think he was just getting his jolly's playing with it. I cannot conceive of treating another human being like she has been treated. But, don't think I'm not painfully aware that either sex is capable of unlimited cruelty!
My wife has not perpetrated a cruelty on me or any one else in our 16 years together. I am committed to making up for all those years she did without. A few years ago my wife learned that she enjoyed gawking at girls in the shopping malls as much as I did! So we gawked. She said that she got horney when she thought about oriental girls, especially one we were acquainted with who worked in a restaurant. At a birthday party I saw the lady my sweetheart had indicated so I walked up to her and said "Hi-----I thought you should know that my wife is horny for you." Unfortunately this lady is highly heterosexual or inhibited because she blushed and pretended not to hear me. Because my wife and she had done a lot of hugging before upon meeting, I thought there was a chance. Damn! I sure would like to fulfill my lovers innermost desires. I'm fourteen years older than my wife and I don't like the idea of her being alone if anything happens to me. I think it would be wonderful to find my own replacement. My wife says she would prefer a woman, preferably Asian. I feel keen disappointment for not making that happen.
LESSON: LOVE IS WHEN YOU CARE MORE FOR ANOTHER THAN YOU DO FOR YOURSELF.
The thought that there are others out there who, like my wife, have been doing without, is why I wrote this autobiography. It is my way of waging war against those who would dictate what you do with your own body. By now you should realize that in the example of my wife that everyone used my wife's body, one way or another, except her. Now she touches herself and looks at the love in my eyes as she does. The reverse is true when I touch myself. Wow!
All of this because I simply opened the window of opportunity so my love could find ecstasy between her own legs. I wish a nice orgasm or two or three to everyone who reads this. Yes, I like the thought of that very much.
Gary
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