I broke up with my boyfriend fairly recently and since then I've been extremely horny, possibly more so than I've ever been in my life. I haven't masturbated in a while, but when I saw your post about masturbation I decided to take it up again. Yet, something is different about it now. I used to masturbate to get a 'quick fix', but now it is as if this force inside of me has awakened and completely taken control of my mind and senses. I can go at it for literally hours without stopping. I have become a captive to my own labido.
My roommate has been away this week and I've been masturbating every single night. Dear lord it feels good; I feel good. Only hours later will I finally fall asleep - hands caked in my own cum, pants strewn somewhere on the floor, inner thighs moist and sticky, sheets wet with my own sweat...
I think I'm going to be single for a while.
p.s. Thanks for the masturbation advice.
I loved the hands caked in your own cum part. It reminded me of my last winter break when I was in college. I was alone and sitting in the dining room watching porn on my computer whacking off. A lot of pre-cum had leaked on my hand as I was stroking my cock when all of a sudden the doorbell rang.
SHIT. I looked towards the door and saw a tall person and two short people through the translucent glass door. I told myself to just sit still and they’d leave but they didn’t after fifteen seconds. I got up, put my boner underneath the elastic band of my briefs and pulled up my jeans and walked to the door.
"Hello." "Hi there." The man extended his hand so that I could shake it. I paused for a bit because there was still precum on my palm and had no idea what I should do. Two little kids were next to him. I looked at my palm for a microsecond and was about to wipe it on my jeans but said fuck it and put it right in front of me for a nice, firm handshake.
"I live in the house touching your backyard and wanted to let you know that we’re having a birthday party for my little ones today. I’d like to give you my phone number in case we might get too loud and start bothering you." I grinned a grin. "I essentially just nutted on my neighbor’s hand," I told myself. My grin broke into a smile as I tried to contain my laughter.
The kids were adorable and I turned my attention to them. “Kids, have as much fun as you want. Don’t worry about me. I want you guys to have a fun birthday today.” “Well thank you, we really appreciate that!” said the dad. We shook hands again and him and his kids left. I started laughing but then felt a little bad because my nut was on his hand. I shrugged it off and went back to my computer to finish jacking off.
For a long time I had found the way you write about sex intriguing and plausible, but hadn't really experienced it like that for myself. However, I met a guy who showed me exactly what you mean. I never knew we could give in to the animalistic pleasure of fucking to such an extent that words become irrelevant and growls are the only language we can use. I never knew someone could make me so horny with one look, one touch, and a shared thought, that we would sneak out of a social gathering to fuck on an acquaintance's cold stone basement floor. I never knew I could be so hungry for someone that I'd lick the sweat from his body while he held me down. Basically, what I'm saying is that I finally really know what you mean, and it's completely indescribable, but you give it a damn good try. :)
It’s not because her beauty was derived from dignity and grace rather than raw youth, as she was at least six years older than me. Truth be told, to see any woman in one of my favorite restaurants probably means that she is a cut above the rest; that we share the same general outlook on life. A seat adjacent to her is empty and will soon be occupied by a devilishly handsome man who plays the part of her boyfriend.
Except that there was no boyfriend, or any type of friend for that matter. The seat, ladies and gentlemen, remained empty for the entire course of the meal. Perhaps I suffer from amnesia or just haven’t been observant, but I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed a beautiful woman dining alone, especially at a restaurant of this caliber. She had my attention.
The waiter came out and placed the first dish in front of her. It was the exact same appetizer that I had ordered for my table. I judge people by what they eat and she had certainly earned my respect early in the game. Nevertheless, I remained occupied with my friends at our table and continued eating and drinking and socializing.
Some minutes passed and out of the corner of my eye, I see her second plate come out: the foie gras, the absolute best fucking thing on the menu. And as if my opinion of her could not soar any higher, ANOTHER dish comes out, one my personal favorites that first attracted me to this restaurant. Not only did she know what to order, but she was eating it all to herself. It was at this moment when I realized that I should always have an engagement ring in my pocket so that I could just propose to girls that I know would savor conquering the world with me. I go up to her.
"Um excuse me." "Yes." "Do you like muppets?" "…Yeah(?)" "Back To The Future?” “Of course.” “McDonald’s sausage mcmuffins?” Her eyes begin to show some interest, “I…love them,” she says slowly with sincerity in her voice. “And the hash browns???” I now have her full attention. “I put the sausage mcmuffin in the toaster oven until the English muffin is crisp and the cheese is melted and then put half the hash brown inside the sandwich.” There was a pause in the conversation as I was taking in everything she was telling me. I then pitched it to her, “We’re getting married. We’ll finish our meals and then I’m going to kidnap you and we’re gonna have a ceremony in a small village in Sicily. We’ll stop at a flower market in Marrakesh and fill up a wooden boat with tube roses and ship them across the Mediterranean. Does that appeal to you?” “That sounds lovely. But first, I have to finish my foie gras.” I smiled, “But of course.”
This last little bit didn’t happen but I’ll be better prepared next time. Looking forward to it.
I am incredibly horny right now, and have been for the past few weeks. Your blog turns me on even more than what my libido is and anytime I read your words the wetness just comes. Making me cum. It's a guilty pleasure to read your blog while incredibly horny, such as now.
I truly love your work, Thank you for turning me on even more than I already am currently
For some reason, I have also been incredibly horny the last week and I have no idea why. My loads are also bigger, even though I’ve been busting nuts a couple times a day. Perhaps it’s my diet or that I’m back in the gym more often? Actually, upon further reflection, I shouldn’t try to analyze my boners and heightened state of arousal too much. I’m just gonna shut up and enjoy it while it lasts.