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Happy Jerkoff Addict

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 24 Oct 2007 0 comments
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I have a very, very good online friend named Carole. We have known each other for years. We have IM chats about literature, movies, world events, pop culture or lack thereof, history, life and all that is hilarious and sad about each. Sometimes. More often I am on my other screen name. When I am on my other screen name, Carole knows without a doubt what I am up to. I am naked, horny and jerking off. You see, I am a masturbator. A jerkoff artist. In fact, as Carole can confirm, I am a jerkoff addict. I absolutely cannot refrain from beating my meat. But if I am the masturbation addict, Carole is my enthusiastic enabler. While encouraging me to no end to feed my need for self pleasure, she happily teases me about my wacking ways. A typical intro from her when I sign on as a jackoff is: "Well, I see your dick's giving the orders again. lol. But it's already noon where you live,so I'm guessing this is, what? At least your third or fourth jerkoff session today, huh? lol" Or: "Let me guess? You're butt-ass naked again and your right hand is wrapped around your hard dick. lol." And I tell her everything, shamelessly reveling in my masturbatory exploits. As if I needed encouragement, Carole often surprises me with e-mail jerkoff material of beautiful naked women, lesbian women and asses -- oh, how I love asses and, of course, she knows this all too well. Often as we chat she hunts down internet porn and sends it to me while I jack off for her. "4 1/2 hours... I'm impressed," she said once. "Your screen still clean, or did you leave sticky spots when you were looking at all those asses earlier?" I have been a masturbator extroirdanaire since I first fucked my fist to a messy, steaming, high-flying cum at 12 years old. The urge to get completely naked and beat off has never diminished in the 30-plus years since. And few of my masturbation fantasies and real life jacksploits are a secret to Carole. She doesn't have to ask for these details -- she knows I absolutely love to reveal myself to her as a wanton perverted masturbating junkie. She knows that I didn't even come close to winning a bet with my ex-wife that I could go for a week without jerking off. She knows that the rules allowed me to fuck her (and I did) as often as wanted for the week. "Lol," Carole says. "Wish I could have got in on that bet. Talk about money in the bank. I'm surprised you made it even the 2 1/2 days without a jerkoff. lol." She knows I got caught on purpose jerking off in front of one of my girlfriends. She knows I used to sneak around the house as a teen, naked and jerking off while Mom gabbed away on the phone in the pre-cordless era. Carole knows that once while jerking off for her, my sister called. And that I continued to stroke my thick 7 1/2 inch dick while standing there naked, looking at the porn she sent and trying to maintain a normal conversation with the sis. "Lol," Carole said. "Actually, I don't know why you answer the phone at all when you're in the middle of what you called a jerk fest ... but to keep stroking while you're explaining to your sister why you couldn't go to church this morning? good thing she couldn't see the pictures on your screen, or the sticky spots ;) I knew you were good, but that one surprised even me lol." I should mention that Carole is gorgeous. Voluptuous body, long brown hair, delicious tits, which she has sent pics of to me knowing full well I will use them to beat off over. A couple of times she has joined in, or told me that our discussion was going prompt her to retire to the shower afterward to work her sweet pussy over with the shower massage. I would love to fuck her. Most times, however, she sits fully clothed at her computer, knowing full well that I am stark naked and wacking away with reckless abandon. I have sent her plenty of pics of me in the act. We have nicknamed my computer area "The JackOffice." She calls me the Master of Masturbation. Oftentimes I get so worked up that I beg and plead with her to tell me what a dedicated meat beater I am. "And a jerkoff junkie, not to mention masturbation artist lol," she'll add. At my shameless urging, she had told her best girlfriend all about my "horny hobby." I just wanted Carole to know that she makes me feel like the luckiest Jerkoff Addict in the world. Thanks, honey.