I guess that's why they call it the blues

If asked to describe the way she wanks me off, I would say -methodically -She is slow and thorough, exploring my groin, rubbing and stroking. She makes occasional mewing sounds of encouragement.

She does it her own way, dancing to her own tune.
She does it whether I need it or not.

She grips my penis firmly, too firmly. I have told her. She agrees with me, nods, smiles, mews, mumbles something in her broken english, and never changes her grip or stroke .....
She is kneeling between my legs, slightly hunched over, using both hands. She is stripped to the waist, having left her top and bra on my bathroom floor, always peeing for a long time before presenting herself with just her trousers on at the bedroom door. I motion her to come in and it starts again, a well rehearsed, long running play in 1 act.

She won't edge me, this does n't fit with what is running in her head.
She must see me cum.
I look into her eyes.
I never touch her.

When I am ready and start to move my hips in response to the feeling building deep inside, she reaches down with one hand to cup and squeeze my balls hard, too hard. She pushes her chest towards me as I cum, breasts swinging up as if to summon my juices, offering herself as a breakwater to the storm of my flow landing thickly on her naked chest.

She smiles as I ejaculate, counting the spurts quietly, releasing my balls, working harder on the down strokes after each jump of my cock. The pain builds, I tell her to stop, it's enough -
She reaches for tissues to wipe down her breasts and belly and leans in again with moist tissues to clean me.

I lie back, she smiles, I smile. She asks if she was good.
I nod my thanks. She finishes cleaning me and moves to get dressed.

She takes away the pain for a time , as she cleans my house, slowly and methodically.
She shouts her farewell up the stairs. I hear the front door slam, I lie motionless.
I don't know where she comes from or where she goes to.
She is my house cleaner.

Take care
Alex

letting go

I saved reading sexegesis' entry here until the right time presented itself to me when I can savour her excellent prose while edging my painfully stiff cock ...Anyway, that was the plan when I started to read her wonderful account "Ex-Egesis", having earlier stopped at the fateful line "that night I shaved my pussy" .
When I returned later, I had been edging for a while and wanted to finish off urgently. I was firmly in the pre-ejaculatory phase, where the slightest additional pressure would be enough to send me to that place of no return where my milky fluid would pump out of me. I had a soiled agent provocateur g string tied below the head of my cock so that by varying the pressure of the 2 side strings, -hence double squeezing my cock head between silky cords - , could maintain the keen edge of my orgasm.

The towel I was sitting on contained pools of precum and I was in a state of oblivious anxiety. Anyway, I think you get the picture.

When she mentioned you had to pee, I considered just letting go there and then as I love reading about and seeing women peeing or obviously needing to (ain't alcohol wonderful?)
and was forced to remove the string in order to struggle to continue through the story. (I am getting aroused again writing this and hope you are too).
Having taken a short break, I retied the string and continued reading. I literally could n't sit still in my agitation and desire to explode with runny juice.
Needless to say , when I read the part about her peeing in the middle of her orgasm, without any further pressure on my cock, it simply erupted , tearing spurt after spurt of cum out of me. having not touched my cock during orgasm I was able to stand up and have another full orgasm and 3 or 4 more going to dry before my knees buckled beneath me. I realised I was shouting her name as I came.

The gates of oblivion

The empty house beckoned eagerly. I had the vital ingedients for a perfect wanking session - an internet connection, a selection of panties, a hard penis, a willing hand and solitude. The planets had aligned specifically to enable me to stroke out my wildest fantasies. I had been building up to this for the day at work, surfing my favourite blogs and sites and now anxiously awaited fulfillment. I slowly worked up to an edging frenzy until i could not touch my cock with my fingers otherwise I would cum. I could only gently, very gently stroke around it's base with the silky knickers. Any touch further up my penis would preciptitate a flood of cum. I willed my penis to go flacid, pulled the panties away,closed down the browser window, only to return all to the same state. This I did over 4 complete cycles going from flacid to pre-ejac more and more rapidly. The 4th cycle, I allowed the sweaty precum stained knickers to float gently down onto my rock hard cock. That action coupled with a pic of an hirsute goddess holding herself wide , made my cock jump and kick over into full orgasm mode, I rode it, knees buckling as I pumped out 6 heavy spurts of cum. While still hard I was only able to have 4 more orgasms.

Hirsute does n't normally do anything for me . . . it wasn't my pic of choice having clicked the wrong link in pure desperation. . .

in another post, -- things that do and things that don't , turn me on,

Enjoy your life, there is no reason not to pleasure yourself today and every day!

Asian babe & Yankee Girl, or - Don't leave your gym kit lying around

In the mid 90s I worked an evening shift at a large investment bank in the city of London. It was a very boring job but enabled me to have access to a large amount of wanking material and plenty of wanking opportunities.
Late in the evening, I would wander round the deserted trading floor, looking for gymbags. I had already worked out where the good looking girls sat and most of them worked out regularly. What they did not do was to take their kit home with them, but left them under or next to their desks. I suppose they must have rotated their clothing or simply enjoyed working out with sweaty clothes on.
While I accept rifling through people's private property is , how shall we say, unethical, my lust for sweaty female clothing overrode any qualms I had.

I had 2 favourite girls, others came and went...

The first was "asian babe" - a petite Asian 30-something. She always took the opportunity of changing her work knickers after her session, so there were 2 precious objects left in the bottom of her gym bag:- her knickers from the morning , always rolled tightly mirroring the way she had rolled them off her pussy and down her legs in the changing room. The second was her sweaty gym shorts. I would note with interest the colour & style of her panties - ranging from sensible white pants often with heavy staining, to silky, filmy g-strings.

My other favourite was a loud blond American girl of about 35 . she wore high heels in the office which were kicked under the desk when I was there and sneakers to work. Her sportware was expensive and her underwear was always tiny white rich smelling g strings.
On a typical night I would check out the contents of the bags, extract the goodies and retreat to my desk letting the anticipation build. Under my desk I would take out my already stiff cock and rub their knickers up and down it, holding it gently encased in a pair of soiled,sometimes quite dirty yankee or asian sweaty girl panties . absolute bliss!!
The Asian was not fussy at wiping herself, her pussy or her butt. Her knickers were often soiled with dark urine stains, blood and other crusty matter. All grist to my mill!
When I could hold back my sperm no longer a dilemma presented itself to me - do I cum directly into the panties or pump out my need into a kleenex held in the other hand? I tried to avoid the former too many times . . . .
All that remained was for me to calm myself down, clean up and return the item from whence extracted. I never kept them.
When I finally linked with yankee girl, after we had fucked for the first time, I told her the whole story. She loved it and used to wank me off with my cock encased in her dirtiest knickers, I once persuaded her to wear the same ones for a week including after her period started. But that my friends is another story. . . .

Catching the virus - 2

If you are following these rambles, you will immediately discover that my prime obsession is masturbation. There, I've said it. Somehow , seeing it there in black and white immediately makes me feel an urge to justify or explain it. It makes me want to explain things like: I'm a normal person ; I live a normal fulfilled life; I have many friends, relationships, family ; I 'm not some weirdo etc etc. Given everybody does it , why is it a big deal?

I can't justify it or explain it, I just love doing it, it's that simple.

It's something you can carry with you all the time. It must be the best addictive substance/device of all time. It helps you get through the day , it helps you go to sleep , it helps you wake up in the morning, it has helped my sex life massively in terms of controlling my orgasm and being able to get erect again quickly--, and it's good for you!! it reduces the risk of prostate cancer and other problems with men's plumbing . It fills in time in boring work meetings thinking about it, planning the next session, remembering previous sessions....

OK here's the explanation

I first wanked myself at age 11- when I should point out I was very innocent about everything!I was n't trying to wank, for a very simple reason- I did n't know you could. very sheltered upbringing, no big brothers etc. I accidentally (or instinctively) touched my cock, when drying myself after a shower - it grew hard and felt lovely, so for whatever reason, I started to move my foreskin back and forward over my now engorged head. Within what seemed like seconds , I felt the most amazing sensation that I had ever had literally all over my body, from my balls, going up my back right up to the top of my head.
I immediately stopped and took my hand away. I was actually frightened! My penis was twitching but I had not reached what I subsequently learnt to be the point of no return, and my cock gradually subsided and grew soft. It took me a while for my body to stop shaking though!!

I said nothing to anybody and did the exact same process a few more times without cumming.

Relecting much later as an adult, I wonder if that is why I have such good control over my orgasms now, I can edge for a very very long time. . . . . .

Anyhow soon the inevitable happened. I was touching myself a few weeks afterwards and had my first proper orgasm with emmission - wow how utterly utterly amazing that felt.....I have n't stopped since.

one thing led to another and I discovered I had the happy ability to achieve multiple orgasms, up to 9 or 10 per wanking session. In my teens , wanking sessions were daily, by the way. They needed to be because the "virus" had bitten me hard, no question about it, and was not going to let me go, so by the time I first had "proper" penetrative sex , I had cum 100's of times.

The rest , as they say, is history. . . . . .

I 'm sure this is a common experience, would love to hear of others

next time - top wanks? or wanks that could have got me into serious trouble?
what do i wank over? , I will let you know all
I'm thinking about it

catching the virus -1

I am going through a dry period in my sex life. I don't blame my partner or even myself, it's just one these things that happens sometimes. As a result wanking has moved right up the priority list. It's always been there but has taken priority right now. in fact it's my favourite thing to do.

I have always considered masturbation and sex as being complimentary pleasures but in a sense separate, almost not related. I have masturbated since the age of 11 and continued through all the relationships I have enjoyed. It does n't replace love making, far from it, it enhances it. I feel comfortable masturbating in front of (with) my missus , but she is not comfortable with i so it remains a private matter currently.
I love the way the desire to wank (the wanking virus) slowly builds up over time between orgasm sessions. Sometimes wanking makes me hornier afterwards, at other times, it slays the virus for days. The virus can return to catch me unawares at the most unexpected times. Often the virus attacks after a period of concentration or focus, a business meeting, a business trip, whatever, reading a passage from a book, seeing a pretty girl, watching my wife undress, pictures in a magazine and yes of course, blogging, top shelf mags, dvd's, underwear, or even women's shoes , a beutiful girl walking along the road, a day out at the beach and hundreds of other things. At other times it forms stealthily and gradually over time (never longer than about 3 days). Once the virus is operating, there is only one possible conclusion, as many orgasms as possible - yes, I am a fortunate male that can have multiple orgasms and multiple emissions!! -- until there is only left the rawness of a spunk free climax with every tube and gland emptied.
Once the virus has reared it's head, as it were, then I am operating in a hightened consiousness. It's just a question of time, Do I have a hurried furtive shuffle at work, do I wait for the comfort of my own home, do I beg my wife for sex, do I have a "long shower", do i use "professional services"? Do I wait until I have a decent amount of time put aside on my own or do I sacrifice comfort over my growing need to bang one out.
At the moment I am settling for the once a night quick session in our bedroom while my partner is elsewhere using her knickers to speed things a little from the washing basket. The problem with a quick once a day is the cycle is too small and needs daily repeats.
What is my break out??