Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Cammie, my masturbation muse and my nemesis

I came out of a restaurant in my resort town back in March and decided to walk on the boardwalk. It was dusk and it was abnormally warm for that time of year. The temperature was still around 70-degrees after being in the upper-70’s for the afternoon. For a masturbator like me, it meant there were plenty of females out in shorts and short skirts flaunting their legs. They were showing off sexy feet with fresh pedicures in strappy sandals and flip-flops. I had been taking in the views, waiting for the chance to go home and masturbate while visions of their loveliness danced in my head.

It was then I saw her coming across the parking lot and jumping up on the boardwalk about 40 feet in front of me. I’m not sure she saw me, but I think she did. It was Cammie. She had on capri-style pants and strappy flip-flops. She bounded over to the railing on the boardwalk to look out at the water without giving me a direct look. Even though the evening’s darkness was beginning to envelope the Island, the soft glow of the streetlights made us both recognizable. She pretended not to see me, and I pretended I didn’t see her.

I felt my penis stir at the site of this 60-year-old, sexy, blonde woman. But I also felt a dread that appears whenever we cross paths. You see, I have a complicated personal relationship with this woman who I’ve been acquainted with for more than 23 years. At times she’s been a friend, an acquaintance, an employee, a co-worker, a buddy, an adversary in a lawsuit, a stalker, and someone I avoid. Over most of the year’s I’ve known her, Cammie has also been one of my foremost masturbation muses. I would think about her cute smile, pretty blue eyes, sexy legs, nice ass, sexy feet, her breasts, her back, her voice. I have often moaned her name as I reach masturbatory orgasm.

I first met Cammie on a road trip with some friends back in 1993. She was newly divorced, in her late 30’s with two young daughters. I instantly fell in love with her cute smile and sexy body. She had this blonde bob-like hairstyle that she still maintains today (although it is frosted with more gray these days). About 5’3” or 5’4”, Cammie seemed small compared to her cute, tall, blonde friend Kelley, with whom she roomed on this trip.

I instantly developed a masturbation crush on Cammie that first weekend. The day I met her, I fantasized about her during sex with my girlfriend. It was like I was using Judy’s body to masturbate over Cammie. It was good, too!

There was something strange about Cammie. Even Judy noticed there was something a little weird.

The group of us was in a hotel room talking about what we wanted to do that evening. They had adult movies on cable at the hotel, something the hotel advertised. “We could watch a porn movie!!” Cammie blurted out.

We all laughed hysterically. Most of us in this group didn’t know the others very well, so the suggestion seemed like a funny and silly joke. After she mentioned it twice more, we still giggled but it was an uncomfortable giggle; a “this is getting a little weird” giggle.

“Kelley’s friend really wants to watch porn movies,” Judy said to me after we went back to our room to change.

After that weekend, I kept in touch with Cammie. I definitely had a crush on her and was masturbating to her several times per week. I would get out pictures I had of her from that weekend and pump my cock to gushing and pleasurable climaxes. I thought I might even ask her out, and after Judy and I broke up I guess I had the chance. I didn’t, though; just continued to use her as a main masturbation muse.

She still seemed to be a bit of a strange person. Attractive and seemingly intelligent, she also came across as a loner who had a difficult time genuinely becoming involved in friendships. She could be very outgoing and friendly one day, then standoffish and downright snooty the next. Kelley, who is a real sweetheart, seemed to be her only real friend. Except for one boyfriend in the late 90’s, I wasn’t aware of any romantic relationship she carried past a couple of dates.

Still, I liked Cammie enough to maintain contact with her and to be friendly toward her. Besides, I loved that smile that I masturbated to so often!

One day in late-summer, 2001, Cammie bounded into my office at work. She plopped down in a chair near my desk, crossed her legs that were barely concealed by her short skirt, and began to talk. My eyes drifted down those sexy, tanned legs to her pretty, pedicured toes, shown off by her barely-there flip-flops.

Cammie had an idea for a project that she wanted to work on part-time. She was well qualified to do it. We discussed the possibilities for a while. We hugged goodbye and then she left. Right away I masturbated over the sight of her. I cleaned up and started thinking how to make the project work.

A few months later we started our project together. It involved Cammie being a public figure and a kind of spokesperson, but she seemed eager to do it. She was 46 years-old at the time. Fit and sexy. Blonde and perky. She was my buddy and my masturbation muse. She wasn’t really making any money doing this. It was pocket-change but it would be fun. And it was fun. Cammie and I worked together on the project for almost eight years. I was her boss for the project but it never seemed like I was the boss, just a friend helping her put things together.

Cammie continued to be a major masturbation muse for me, and my masturbation infatuation with her only grew. I would masturbate thinking about her, masturbate over her pictures, masturbate thinking what it would be like to have her as a wife or girlfriend, fucking her or masturbating with her every night.

As time went by, her impression on me as a strange person grew. As hard as I tried or offered, she still held our friendship at arms-length. I could perceive that she hadn’t had a significant-other since her short-lived romance of the late-90’s. She seemed to be alone much more often than a person of her wit, intelligence and looks would expect to be.

Cammie also lived in a succession of rooms and rental houses, never for very long. Her daughters apparently spent most of their time with their dad, although she did seem to have a good relationship with them and still does.

In addition, I couldn’t really figure out what Cammie really did for a living. She was some type of psychiatric counselor and she appeared to work on contract for local agencies. The contracts seemed short and there seemed to be long gaps in-between. For a long time, she appeared to do nothing. Cammie would work some part-time gigs, that’s it.

None of these things alone would seem that strange, but together they painted an odd picture. My co-workers noticed her oddball nature, too, since they had to interact with her because of our project.

Reminiscent of the weekend we met, Cammie one day out of the blue asked if I would ever produce porn movies.

“Um,” I stumbled, caught by surprise. “I don’t have a problem with commercial porn, but I have no desire to produce it.” I went on to tell her about why and why not, and the pitfalls of that industry.

I do have friends in the porn industry but she wouldn’t have known that. It was just a weird thing to ask at the time and it added to my perception of her as a one-off goof.

However, our project rolled along as did our pseudo-friendship. I continued to masturbate to her a lot and was always glad to spend time with her, as it fed my masturbatory habit.

Then one day about six-and-a-half years ago, the bottom fell out of our relationship. She threatened to file a lawsuit against my employer and myself. I have to be vague because one of the results of the settlement was a non-disclosure agreement. (The names here are all fake, BTW)

Basically, Cammie seemed to have some sort of case because I had neglected to get her signature on an important piece of paperwork that is often considered vital for my industry. I must say that we often worked without that signature. I had asked our legal department (some woman who I realized later wasn’t that good a lawyer) for some wording or a correctly drafted document to cover our asses, and she kind of shrugged and ignored me.

It appeared Cammie was trying to exploit her situation. She found another woman to go along with her in this legal blackmail, another friend of mine named Jessa-Louise who worked with me part-time on another project. My personal relationship with Jessa-Louise was a little different than with Cammie, as Jessa-Louise and I had really developed a strong friendship over the years. I was crushed that she was going along with Cammie on this crap, but Jessa-Louise always seemed gullible and subject to exploitation.

Yes, Jessa-Louise was a huge masturbation muse for me, too, but she will be a story for another time.

At first, it was a threat of a lawsuit. Nearly a year later, Cammie actually had it filed. The solution the dumb-ass counsel at my employer came up with was to fire me and pretend like it was my problem, which made the problem worse. Even though everyone who looked at this case thought it was ridiculous and that Cammie had no legal standing whatsoever, we failed to get it dismissed. Her lawyer, a young woman new to her law firm who was trying to prove her worth by squeezing water out of a rock, managed to get a civil jury trial for the case.

I discovered that regardless of the actual legal merits of a lawsuit, civil juries are incredibly unpredictable. They often award large sums in cases that have little or no legal merit. The solution is to go to an appeals court and have the verdict reversed but that costs time and money.

“In just about any civil jury trial of this nature, there is about a 50% chance the jury will rule for the plaintiff regardless of the legal validity of that ruling,” my lawyer told me. “They could also rule against us and award Cammie one-dollar in damages, or award her two-and-a-half million”

My lawyer went on to say that he was 99-percent sure an appeals court would take about 10 minutes to throw the case out and void the first ruling. However, that process could take up to two years and would cost tens-of-thousands more than already being spent on the case. This is why, he said, insurance companies like to settle and be done with it. Such a case is also a distraction for a company trying to do business.

Of course, this is what Cammie’s attorney knew from the beginning.

In addition, my lawyer told me, Cammie and her camp was mounting some type of character assassination against me. He said this is common in a jury case, as the jury would be swayed by such an attack. More reason for a settlement to be reached.

This is where this story gets really bizarre. I discovered during the deposition phase that Cammie and/or her lawyers had been stalking me for quite some time, copying things from my social media accounts and such. It wasn’t until this episode was over that I realized that Cammie was doing this stalking for even longer than I had realized. Major parts of her story never added up from the beginning. Now it was creepy. Cammie, it seems had been smiling at me for months, maybe a year or more, pretending everything was fine between us while mining things in my Facebook, etc. to concoct a “plan” to get a settlement.

Not only that, but Cammie had apparently found several Flickr accounts I used to store photos and copied much of what was there. At the time, I had several such accounts I used to store and transfer both personal and professional pictures. There were about 13K photos in total. Most of them were of family vacations, boats, cars, young people, old people, friends, relatives, people at events, food at events, etc. Cammie apparently went through my accounts and copied all pictures that contained women and only women, ignoring the other 95% of the photos. As part of their character assassination, Cammie and her lawyers were trying to prove…. Well, I’m not sure what they wanted to prove except they felt displaying pictures of women on my account would put me in a bad light and force a settlement to her ridiculous claim.

What is really weird about this is someone would have to really search for my photo accounts. I didn’t have my name on them; I would have to tell you the URL’s so you could see the pictures. I did that with some close friends and professional contacts to transfer photos, but Cammie wasn’t one of them. There were a few clues on the pictures that made them searchable, but you would have to spend a long time searching and perusing Flickr to find them.

There were some other clues that Cammie had been stalking me that I won’t go into for time’s sake. Let’s just say creepy got even creepier.

During the course of this stalking, Cammie apparently found my masturbation photos on Flickr. They were marked “private” and only people with similar content were granted access. For a while, my wife Cheryl and I were really into this form of exhibitionism, putting pictures of ourselves masturbating and having sex online. As far as I know, Cammie was never one of our “Friends and Family” contacts. Other people could see pictures we put into groups on Flickr but you kind to have to have a special interest in masturbation or amateur porn to bother searching these groups. It is also time consuming.

It really makes me wonder if Cammie was a member or was perusing masturbation groups on Flickr. Did she find my photos, then start concocting her plan?

Apparently, part of her character assassination plan was to display nude photos of me with my cock in hand and to display photos of other people as part of the same account or stream. Of course, they were part of the same stream, but so what? It would make me look bad to a jury, that’s what, and would hasten a settlement, regardless of the validity of her arguments.

Cammie contacted some women whom I had pictures of on my account and old them about – sometimes showed them – pictures of me with my cock in my hand and then said they were next to pictures of them. That really was the case quite often, and yes, I masturbated to many of those pictures, but you can look at anyone’s photo stream and develop that conclusion, if you want.

Some of the women told her to fuck off. Many realized she was a kook and ignored her. Others didn’t know what to think but they changed the way they treated me. Jessa-Louise, the gullible girl who was part of the other project, decided to join her in the lawsuit, although she didn’t really appear to be wild about being part of it. Three women, Liz, Kathleen, and Joy, (who will be mentioned in other of my stories) did mention the pictures to me directly or indirectly, and either seemed turned-on that they were my masturbation muses, or only slightly annoyed that they were being dragged into my mess with Cammie.

Quite a few of my female friends and acquaintances wore big smiles when I was around. I think Cammie might have been contacting them anonymously to begin with, because none of it ever came back to her, and she wasn’t mentioned, but all of the girls seemed to know about the pictures. None of them said so, but I could tell something was up. When all of this started going down, many of them would come up and give me big hugs with giggles. I knew what this was about and it was so arousing to realize they had gazed on pictures of me totally naked, enjoying masturbation unembarrassed and unashamed. It was just a little too personal and embarrassing for most of them to talk about out-loud.

The masturbation photos were never actually brought to the table during the legal “discovery” phase. I think that’s because it would have been a little over the top and Cammie would have had to admit she was a stalker, something that would have undermined her intent. Their “evidence” was BS, they could show no damages and they had no legal basis for their claim.

Still, an out-of-court settlement was reached to get rid of Cammie and Jessa-Louise. They received a small fraction of what was demanded in the suit. After the lawyer got her chunk, Cammie and Jenna-Louise took home what amounted to be a good down-payment on a nice car. It turned out that Cammie herself was being sued by a creditor for an amount slightly less than her part of the reward, so I have to assume she used her settlement to pay that off.

The episode ruined my friendship with Jenna-Louise and whatever “friendship” I had with Cammie. I had to threaten to sue my douche-bag former employers, who threw me under the bus, just to get a small severance. It also cost me a job I really liked.

Was I totally blameless? No. As the insurance lady put it at the settlement mediation, Cammie had a reason to be annoyed with me and nothing more. I used some poor judgement but what should have been settled by a phone call or short conversation, became this drawn-out 22-month drama that caused me a lot of grief and ended up threatening the well-being of me and my family. This is the part that really upsets me.

In the meantime, I couldn’t masturbate any more to Cammie or Jessa-Louise. I only like to masturbate to people I like, and they no longer fit that description. Sometimes I would longingly look at pictures of Cammie, thinking how pretty I used to think she was and how I enjoyed her beauty so. Then I would start thinking about her lawsuit and I couldn’t do it.

Occasionally, I run into Cammie somewhere. We don’t speak to each other or acknowledge each other. To tell the truth, I’m a little scared of her. I don’t know what this kooky woman would do next and I want to stay away from her. She even moved across the bridge to my town, and that freaks me out a little bit.

At the same time, I’ve become infatuated with her. I look at her pictures and check her Facebook and Instagram and blog every once in a while, and people tell me about her. She still lives alone in a rental apartment but seems to have found a decent permanent job. She has a couple of side jobs that she seems to do well in. As far as I can tell, she is still a loner; outgoing and personable on the surface but untouchable underneath. I keep looking at her pictures and thinking about her, wondering what is going on in her mind.

Cammie is also still very sexy. Recently turned age 61, she still has a nice female figure and a cute smile. Seeing her in flip-flops that night on the boardwalk gave me an instant erection.

So, over the past year I have gradually started masturbating to Cammie again. It is kind of a perverse masturbation, as I end up moaning “you bitch,” instead of her name, or thinking about another person as I reach orgasm. But masturbating to Cammie is becoming pleasurable again.

I kind of feel sorry for her. I used to feel sorry for her back when we still had a good relationship. She was such an odd bird. I think she still is.

I dream about her sometimes. In the dreams we have forgiven each other and are friends again. It’s disappointing to wake up and realize it was a dream and that I am still a little fearful of her and that we have this negativity. I do want her to be the person I thought she once might be. To have a friendship with her I thought we once might have. That’s not likely to happen but I still think about it.

Since I am a masturbator, I make the best of it. I am thinking about Cammie again when I masturbate. I am gazing at her photos while pumping my cock, enjoying the beauty of her smile and sexy body. I try to put out of my mind the rest of my experience with her for a little while.

Her smile, blue eyes, legs, pretty feet, cleavage. Mmmmmm…Cammie, this feels soooooo good!

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

MASTURBATION HERO!! Nina Hartley: My favorite pornstar and a masturbation queen!

I'm really not wild about commercial porn. Just not my thing. I prefer masturbating to people I know, women on the street and that internet phenomenon known as "amateur porn." I don't even need to see the sex part of "porn". I just enjoy seeing the pretty ladies (and some guys) who enjoy showing off, especially when they masturbate.

However, I have a porn-exception for Nina Hartley!

Born Marie Louise Hartman, the 57-year-old Hartley is an adult film star, women's advocate, sexy educator, and an avowed and enthusiastic masturbator. I see some guys post in forums that Nina has gotten too old to work in the industry and pose nude, but I think those guys must be wanking to someone else. Nina is a sexy as ever. Besides, intelligence is sexy. Masturbation is sexy. Put it all together and you have Nina Hartley.

In her book Nina Hartley's Guide to Total Sex, Nina devotes an entire chapter to masturbation. The Library Review writes: "With Levine, her husband and collaborator, Hartley translated her 22 years as an adult film star into a series of sex education videos. Now again with Levine's assistance, she puts her expertise into print. Her well-written guide is strong on both safe sex and a permissive approach and includes substantial sections on toys, swinging, three-ways, dominance/submission, and erotic spanking-in addition to the usual topics. In general, she handles the material frankly, accurately, and with sensitivity. Her anatomical descriptions are excellent, as are the tips on sharing masturbation, coping with uncomfortably sized genitalia, and why not to make love like a porn star (porn sex is heavily edited, unsafe, unrealistic, and performed by people accustomed to unusual activities)."

Nina has been featured in various other articles and on webcasts discussing and displaying masturbation techniques and how to introduce a partner to masturbation. She is totally comfortable with the idea of self-pleasure. I guess it figures from a woman who has made a living by inducing others to masturbate but I have never seen such an eloquent spokesperson for the art of sexual enjoyment. This, along with her obvious female charms, makes her such a good masturbation muse for me. Nina is the first in my "Masturbation Hero" series of salutes.

Guys, let's get our cocks out (girls, get ready to massage those clits) and give the beautiful, smart and talented Ms. Hartley a masturbatory salute right now!

Sunday, November 27, 2016

I masturbate over Donna and a MMF fantasy

This masturbation fantasy is based on people I know. I’ve changed names.

Donna is one of my best friends. Early 50’s, about 5’3″, Graying hair to her shoulders and brown eyes (she was a brunette until a couple years ago). I love to masturbate to her and have done so for more than 24 years, ever since I’ve known her.

I’ve always had MFM fantasies. About 16 years ago she had this boyfriend, Harrison, early 30’s, about 5’9″, good looking guy. She would always tell me and my wife Cheryl what a big cock he had. They made such a beautiful couple. Donna had nice, firm breasts, a very sexy ass, cute smile and sexy hips, and I would fantasize about watching them make love.

I was always hoping to do a threesome with them. My fantasy always involved us starting in hetero fashion, me fucking her from behind while she sucks Harrison’s cock, then reverse. Then she sits on his cock reverse cowgirl and begin to fuck.

At that point, I crawl on my belly up to them and begin licking Donna’s clit as she slides up and down on his cock. She moans as she feels my wet tongue. With all the bouncing going on, my tongue can’t help but touch Harrison’s cock. I taste Donna’s juices as my tongue slides up and down his hard dick. I hear him moan, and realize I’m paying more attention to his big, beautiful, engorged manhood than I am to Donna’s clit. I use a wet finger to massage her clit while my tongue runs up and down Harrison’s shaft. I hear her moan more as he thrusts harder and deeper into her. I love licking the hard cock that my dear friend loves to fuck so much, that gives her so much pleasure.

I take his balls into my mouth and gently suck. I hear him moan more as he thrusts deeper into Donna’s vagina. I continue to finger her clit, and sense they are both about to cum. I have my left arm around Donna’s waist, and my right hand now cups Harrison’s balls. My tongue slides across both her clit and his shaft. She begins to moan, then screams, “I’m cumming!”

I center my tongue as best I can as they fuck. She shudders, gasping in orgasm. She drops back on Harrison’s chest as I tongue her more and he thrusts. “Oh, oh, oh!” She shudders again, then giggles and pushes a hand against my head. “Oh, Tim, no more, oh…” and giggles again.

Harrison is still gently thrusting her, and I realize he hasn’t cum. I gently tighten my grip on his balls with my right hand, and begin working more with my mouth on his shaft and balls. He moans and thrusts up and down, and I can tell that Donna is enjoying the extra thrusting. Her sweet juices are running down Harrison’s cock, and I am greedily licking them up. He thrusts harder and moans more.

Suddenly, Donna slides back a little too far and Harrison’s penis pops out of her vagina, basically slapping me in the forehead! I hear a moan and a squeal from Donna. I quickly run my tongue to the tip, and put the beautiful head of this gorgeous member in my mouth. I’m thinking, “This beautiful cock-head was just so deep inside my lovely best friend, and was bringing her so much pleasure. It’s so big, it was probably pushing against the very deepest insides of her love canal. And now, it’s in my mouth!”

The precum is sweet, especially when mixed with Donna’s love juices. I taste some of Harrison’s semen leaking out. I circle the tip of his penis with my tongue and he wiggles and moans.

When I look up at Donna, she is staring down and her mouth is wide open in amazement. But a smile is coming to her lips, and her hand creeps lower to her crotch. I lower my mouth over the cock, taking it in fully. My tongue is working, and Harrison begins to pump up and down, fucking my mouth. I realize I’m deep-throating him.

Suddenly he begins to buck and moan loudly. His cock begins to shudder, and I feel him begin to spurt. It nearly chokes me, but tastes sweet, especially when mixed with Donna’s juices. I swallow his sperm down as fast as I can. He shoots it so hard into the back of my throat. Harrison screams in pleasure. I savor the taste, and love knowing I have brought Donna’s lover to orgasm.

Soon, the motion of his hips slows. A satisfied moan comes from his lips. His cock is still hard, and my mouth still glides gently up and down it, ever so often sucking hard the remaining drops of his cum from the head. I look up at Donna. She still has a look of shock, but with a wry smile and I notice her fingers working around her clit area.

Another minute goes by, and I’m licking and cleaning Harrison’s genitals, still caressing his balls as I do. He begins to soften and I raise my head. Donna grabs me behind the neck and pulls me up to her. Still sitting on Harrison’s chest, she kisses me and licks the semen that is dripping down my chin. Kissing me hard she guides my body up to hers, leans back on Harrison and slides my very hard erection into her wet vagina. “I love you Tim, you’re my best friend,” she whispers in my ear.

“I love you, too,” I say, as Harrison reaches around with both hands, and helps guide my ass as I fuck his woman.

I think of this often when I masturbate. They both moved on and ended up married to other people. Donna is still one of my best friends and I masturbate to her a lot. I know she is a very sexual person, and I wonder if she would get naked with me; as naked as I am now as I masturbate and write this. I want Donna to join me and masturbate with me while we both fantasize over each other and over Harrison’s cock!

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The Proudbator and his website

I stumbled across "Proudbator'" Tumbler and proudbator.com today. I have to say, I LOVE this guy's attitude and love his masturbation. Totally uninhibited and unembarrassed about his masturbation, he posts a wank almost daily. Proudbator.com is a pay/membership site, while you can get the "lite" version by going here on Tumblr: http://proudbator.tumblr.com/ . For some reason the hotlink is not working, so copy and paste into your browser.

His name is Ricardo and he is strictly a solo-masturbation performer. He has a beautiful cock that any other masturbator - straight, gay or bi - can appreciate and get into. His pitch to get you to join the pay site includes this line: "I’m on a mission to normalise masturbation and to make it very casual, chatty, sensual and fun." Ricardo seems to be doing just that AND is having a blast doing it. I have been loooking at his gifs and pictures of him with his beautiful cock for a while now thinking of how good that beautiful piece of meat must feel as he makes masturbatory love to it.

I often wonder how I can make a living masturbating. I love to do it so much and would be happy to do it all day, every day if I could. It sees the Proudbator has discovered the formula. Check him out! You will enjoy it!

MILF Christy Gets Me Thinking About Feet and Masturbation

I was coming down the hall, carrying some papers, when I heard the familiar “thwack, thwack” sound that flip-flops make when slapping against someone’s feet. “I hope that’s Christy,” I thought to myself. Christy, the tall, blonde, mid-30’s MILF that manages this office building. In warm weather, she almost always wears sandals or flip-flips. The beautiful, sexy frame created by the feminine bones of her feet always stir my cock. I masturbate quite often with her image running through my mind.

I got close to where the sound was coming from, another hallway off to the left. As I was about to turn, I almost ran straight into my beautiful masturbation muse.

“Whoa, I’m sorry,” we both said as we laughed after having nearly knocked each other over.
Another thought crossed my mind: I had hit the masturbatory motherlode with Christy! She was going out to play tennis and was wearing a sports bra under a tank-top; very short, tight shorts; and sported very bare flip-flops on her pretty feet. Her toes were tipped with pink polish and curved and gripped her footwear with each step. I assume she would put on her tennis shoes when she got to the courts and I thought what a shame it is to cover up such a lovely vision.

After she passed by, I turned to watch her sexy ass sashay down the hall and out the door. I hurried to my office, shut the door, sat behind my desk, pulled my pants down to my ankles, and masturbated to a delicious, pleasurable orgasm thinking of the beautiful face, legs and feet that had just crossed my path. I had to be careful not to be too loud as I moaned Christy’s name.

As I cleaned up the sweet-smelling masturbatory mess I had made all over my office chair I started wondering: “What is it about feet that makes them sexually attractive?”
I’m not really into feet as sexual objects themselves. I like feet in the context of a complete, beautiful woman. Christy usually wears her blonde hair in a bun on top of her head, a nice cap to her blue eyes and beautiful cheekbones that she accents with her glasses. My gaze will go down to her nice, firm breasts; those long, sexy legs; then down to those gorgeous feet. Those sexy toes cap off the vision for me. When I am masturbating to Christy, I often imagine her from head to toes, reaching the most pleasurable part of my session when my mind reaches her pretty pedicure. It is the total picture that brings me masturbatory pleasure, not just the feet themselves.

However, I realize that many people do consider feet a sexual object in themselves. There are numerous definitions for “foot fetish”. The online Urban Dictionary defines the term as: “The pure admiration or sexual attraction of barefeet. Usually pertaining to men who can become sexually aroused from the sight of any part of women's feet(including, toes, arches and soles. ”Wikipedia calls it “… a pronounced sexual interest in the feet”. A 2013 article in Psychology Today states: “There is very strong evidence that the male brain comes wired with a biological predisposition to attending to feet.” There’s quite a bit of both empirical and anecdotal evidence suggesting we have something innate that draws us to beautiful feet as a sexual object, even if the feet are not themselves part of any sex act.

For me? Pretty feet are just an extension of human beauty. When I think about the women I masturbate to the most, I realize just about all of them have pretty, sexy feet and I include those feet in my masturbation fantasies. My best friend Liz, my tailgate buddies Tina and Sheryl, my blonde friend Kathleen, yacht club pal Jolie, trop rock fan and busty bud Debbie – they all have nice legs and sexy feet that figure prominently when I masturbate over them. When I masturbate to Kate Moss and Eva Longoria (and just about any other celeb muse), I usually use pictures of them with bare feet or in barely-there sandals.

I must add right here that a pretty smile is just about as important for me as pretty feet, maybe more so. It’s all part of the complete package.

Even gay men are said to have a foot fetish preponderance. That’ is something that rarely attracts me when I masturbate to or with my fellow male masturbators. For me, it’s just the beauty of the male genitalia that I find attractive although nice male legs are also a turn-on. Perhaps I am not typical, and research suggests I am not. Many gay porn sites feature men’s feet and comments on posts suggest they are an attractive magnet for gay and bisexual masturbators.

Who am I to really worry about “why”? All I know is that pretty feet on a lovely woman with a nice smile can send me into a masturbation frenzy. As I write this, we are deep into autumn here. It has been weeks since women in my part of the world have been regularly walking around in flip-flops an bare sandals, showing off the beauty of their lower extremities. I still take in Christy’s high-cheekbone smile when I walk in the building every day and watch her walk down the hall, dreaming of cumming over her sexy face ass. However, it’s really not the same without a daily dose of those pretty feet or her sexy legs.

Christy and my other muses keep me longing and looking forward to Spring!

Monday, November 14, 2016

I Have Decided to Bring Back This Blog

I erased the contents of "Masturbation is Beautiful almost seven years ago. I had become too wrapped up in my masturbation habit and needed a break.

However, masturbation is such a large part of who I am, of my sexual identity, that I needed another outlet. I have done several blogs by this name on Tumblr as a way to fill the void. However, they ended up becoming nothing more than photo dumps. Nothing wrong with that ( I LOVE to masturbate to the photos on Tumblr sites!), but I want to display something more intelligent that will provoke thought and acceptance of our masturbation habits. I will throw in some pictures here but this blog will be much more literary than anything else.

What do I like to masturbate to? I LOVE masturbating over my female friends and acquaintances most of all. I have so many sexual fantasies about them, but they are fantasies probably best not realized. By masturbating over my female friends I am enjoying their beauty in the most physical way possible without the encumbrance of romantic relationships and physical contact. When not masturbating to my friends, I enjoy "amateur" sites with normal, everyday women the most. They don't necessarily have to be nude sites for me to enjoy. I really get off often on the contests on wickedweasel.com and malibustrings.com.
I also enjoy the clothing catalogues like Boston Proper, Talbots and Victoria's Secret that my wife Cheryl gets in the mail. Art-porn sites also are a favorite of mine. I love the beauty of the photography as well as the sexuality of the models.

I'm not embarrassed or ashamed to admit I LOVE masturbating with other men, and often masturbate to them. I don't consider myself gay, although I do identify as bi-sexual or pan-sexual. I'm not interested in the gay lifestyle beyond sexual activity. Nothing wrong with the gay lifestyle, if that's what you are into. It is just not me. When I have sexual relations with a man, I look at it in the context of helping another masturbator achieve satisfaction. I really enjoy the feel of another masturbator's cock in my hands, the feeling of his tight and full testicles as I pleasure him.
I enjoy the feel of a penis on my tongue as I run my lips up and down its length, the feel of tender testicles in my mouth, and even the feel and taste of a penis and its pre-cum and semen as I take it in my mouth.
I view my cock-sucking as an extension of masturbating: I'm masturbating someone with my lips and my tongue, and it is a beautiful thing to share. I also enjoy being in another masturbator's mouth, and also view it as an extension of mutual masturbation. Pressing my body against another male masturbator and rubbing cocks is another favorite for me.

My name, as given is this blog, is "In Love With Kate Moss." I have such a wonderful masturbation crush on her, and she, along with Eva Longoria,
are my favorite masturbation muses. You can also find my posts under this name at onania.org/asm in their contributors section. I really don't masturbate to "commercial porn" that much, although I adore Nina Hartley and Christy Canyon. I really enjoy masturbating to them, especially as they have gotten older.

So sit back and relax, get out your cock or slide your hand down to your clitoris as we explore this wonderful aspect of sexuality!