My Dawn (installment 1)

I found this site some years ago and have dipped into it occasionally since then.  I prefer the ‘F’ & ‘F/M’ stories but find it annoying that so many of those are so obviously written by men.  Why pretend?  Submit as many as you like but mark them for what they are: male fantasies.

I also think it’s such a shame that many men seem unable to share with their partners the pleasures of masturbation.  Obviously there’s much, much more to a relationship than either masturbation or sex but on the other hand (!), that’s what this site is about.  I’ve never had that problem with my lovely wife (whose name isn’t Dawn by the way, but it makes for a neat title), which is what I wanted to share with you.  All the events I describe are as true and accurate as my memory will allow.

I’ve enjoyed masturbation for as long as I can remember – I assume it just evolved out of the usual bath time explorations.  Interestingly, although sex was never discussed in my family and this was at a time (the 60s & 70s) when it was still a taboo subject in general society, I never thought that what I did was dirty or abnormal. I did know instinctively that I should keep it quiet, in every sense; that’s probably why even now I rarely make any noise during sex, solo or otherwise.  Initially I sat on the edge of the bathtub and rolled my erection between the palms of my hands, rather like making a clay sausage; I don’t remember how I hit on that technique.  As I got older though, I used to spend hours in bed on weekend mornings, constructing elaborate fantasies while rubbing myself with the more traditional up & down strokes.

I also don’t remember when I first realised that my own fetish was for female masturbation.  I was a day pupil at a boys-only private school some way from home which meant that I didn’t have any social contact with girls until I left school, so it certainly wasn’t from personal experience.  But then, how and why does anyone develop a fetish of any sort?  In my case I suspect that it was the combination of masturbation being a taboo subject in the first place, combined with the ‘nice girls don’t’ thrill of the forbidden, coupled with the usual male obsession with the female body.

During my first serious relationship I introduced my then fiancée to masturbation and we did occasionally indulge together, although she was studying at a college some distance away and so we never had much time to spend with each other.  She was also a practising Christian and wasn’t comfortable with any form of sexual activity before marriage even if she’d instigated it.  Eventually she realised that I wasn’t the right man for her and ended our relationship, fortunately before we got married; sex wasn’t the main reason but I don’t imagine it helped.  The one good thing that did come out of that relationship is that I bought a house ready for our supposed future together, which meant that for the first time in my life I had privacy.  I exploited it, frequently, in every room of the house.

I then met Dawn, and we’ve been married more than thirty-five years.  Yes we have our ups and downs because we’re only human, but we consider marriage as being by definition a lifelong commitment and to give up on it is to miss the point. Inevitably the sex drive simmers down over the years but another advantage of a long-term relationship is that you get to know what your partner likes & doesn’t like, when it’s a good time to try something new and if tiredness is a problem, recalling previous sessions can act as a kick start.

It was quite early on in our relationship that I introduced Dawn to masturbation.  Although I wasn’t her first sexual partner, she hadn’t ever masturbated before.  My memory is that we were in my living room and had been indulging in some heavy petting;  when she let slip that she’d never masturbated I asked if she’d like to watch me do it.  Whether she was actually keen or was just being polite she said Yes so I stripped off, put on a condom to prevent stains on the carpet, and rubbed myself to orgasm while she watched.  She didn’t try it herself at the time, but told me later that she’d had a go at home (we didn’t live together until after we were married.)

I don’t remember when Dawn first honoured me by letting me watch her masturbate but from that moment, I was hooked.  It works for me on all levels.  First it’s the simple sight of a naked woman.  Then it’s the sight of a woman doing something naughty.  Finally it’s the sight of a woman in the throes of an orgasm. What’s not to like??  I can’t express just how much I love to watch my wife having an orgasm, whether it’s one I’ve given her or one she’s given herself – although the fact that she’s given it to herself adds an extra frisson.  Whether she’s clothed or naked and whatever her position, it always thrills me. We often laugh about the fact that when we first got married, she was shy about undressing for bed in front of me. Now she happily allows me to watch while she does the most taboo things (by our standards) to herself. Sometimes she used to come up to me when I was working from home, lift up her skirt and start stroking herself just to tease me.

The single most erotic sight of my life to date was when we were trying out a mains-powered ‘massager’ that I’d bought – one of those that are supposedly for massaging sore muscles and bad backs but just so happen to have several attachments that could possibly be used for other things!  We were both naked; Dawn was lying back on the couch while I was sat on a chair next to her.  Usually Dawn likes to keep her legs straight and together while she rubs herself, but on this occasion she had her legs bent up and apart while she held the massager against her clitoris.  I could see every inch of her body and sex and will always remember – and often do when I’m having a solo session – the moment she screwed up her eyes and wailed, “Ohh, I’m cominggg!” then started to convulse as her orgasm took control of her body.  After she’d calmed down she changed the attachment for a cup-shaped one and applied it to the end of my, by now extremely hard cock; I must have lasted, oh, at least ten seconds before I came!  Dawn has tried several other vibrators since then and has settled on a small, buzzy one for when she wants a change from her fingers.