Friday, June 30, 2017

Summertime: Sexy feet and legs with sexy smiles!

Sexy feet and legs on a pretty woman. Summertime. Light tops - perhaps tank-tops - showing off lots of skin and beauty. I love warm weather, and the views bring out the masturbator in me.

I will go back and reference Cammie once again. She is really becoming a powerful masturbation muse for me, even though we personally still have this adversarial relationship. Cammie LOVES to wear sandals and flip-flops. Whenever we cross paths (not often) and whenever I see her on social media, she is showing of her pedicure, the sexy pone structure in her pretty feet. In her beautiful toes. Combine that with her sparkling blue eyes and smile, she is such a beautiful woman. I have managed to block out the negative experience I had with her and have again made her a prominent masturbation fantasy for myself.

Cammie recently posted some pictures of her legs and feet as she sat on the beach near our homes. In one, her feet adorn some strappy foot jewelry; the kind that appears like a sandal from the top but is merely a bunch of straps.
She knows I love her feet and enjoy masturbating to her with bare feet. Even though in our "confrontation" many years ago, she threatened to use my foot adoration of her in her character assassination attempt, I really think she gets off showing off and knowing there are masturbators, like me, who jack our cocks to her foot beauty. Maybe I'm imagining this, but I got to know Cammie pretty well over the years. I really think she loves being a tease and is as infatuated with masturbation and sex as you and I.

Last night I was at the yacht club with my 40-something MILF friend Jolie, one of the cutest little brunettes You’ve ever masturbated to. She has such sexy, slender legs and some of the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen. After Cheryl and I got home, I just had to masturbate to Jolie.

Also at the yacht club was cute early-30’s friend Megan. She is really young enough to be my daughter, and I really view her in a daughterly kind of way. But Megan always wears shorts and flip-flops when the temps are above 70-degrees, showing off nice, long legs and beautiful, sexy feet. Megan was also dancing in my mind as I masturbated to Jolie!

Earlier, we were at a tailgate party with our friend Tina, a 5’2″, 52YO cutie who is a pint-size version of Teri Hatcher. (I’m sure you have masturbated to Teri Hatcher at some point!)
Tina wore a tight dress that showed off ample cleavage and shapely legs, her cute feet clinging to bare flip-flops. Next to my friend "Liz" (article about her posted here recently) Tina is probably my 2n-mot masturbated muse!

I’ve been taking in the view of these cuties and many more, mentally storing them for my masturbation sessions present and future. I have long enjoyed the view of a sexy set of legs and pretty feet as my primary trigger for a pleasant masturbation session.

When I was a college student, I loved looking at and thinking of all the pretty young women there when I pleasured myself . My dorm room bordered the soccer field, and I would sit in my room and watch the women’s athletic classes. One girl, Nancye, would run around the track for her gym class. I would masturbate to her almost every class, checking out her pretty legs, nice ass, pretty face.

Other times I would hide in buildings near windows and check out the girls as they went by. Sometimes I would take a camera and take their pictures. I still love to masturbate to those today. One instance I remember, I was sitting in one of the main academic buildings on a spring weekend. I was studying but sitting near a window. Out in the campus common I could see a group of students playing Frisbee and generally goofing off. Several were young women, and my hand reached down to my pants leg, up my shorts and to my cock. I began to fondle my penis looking at the girls. One was especially cute: Anne. She had red hair, a very cute smile, was about 5’1″, and had a great body. She loved to run around campus in tight shorts, bare feet and light tops, and was – and is – such a masturbation fantasy. My thoughts turned away from studying and turned more sexual. I gazed at Anne running around on the grass and pumped my cock harder. Soon, I was reaching orgasm and spurting sperm down my leg. It was so good. I was in the room by myself and didn’t bother to clean up the mess. I realized I had studying to do, so my eyes returned to the open textbook in front of me. I don’t think 20 seconds had gone by when I heard the door to the room open. It was Anne!! She walked into the room and stared straight at me. I froze. Had she seen me masturbating through the window at her? Anne smiled a short hello and turned and sat at the professor’s desk at the front of the room. (I was about a third of the way back.) There had been some books and papers sitting on the desk. They had apparently been hers. She spent a few minutes looking through her schoolwork. Apparently, she had not known what I had done. However, the uncertainty of that was exciting. The smell of my semen was heavy in the air. The cum was still dripping down my leg. I tried to conceal this from Anne, but wasn’t sure if she saw or not. After a minute or two, she gathered her things and left the building, walking across campus while I watched from the window, greedily rubbing my cock again to her beauty and sexuality. I still recall this incident and masturbate to it so well. I never got any pictures of her myself, but often pic up an old yearbook and masturbate over her there!

A few days ago, it was especially warm here. Thwack, Thwack, Thwack. I have heard that sound numerous times at work, and my cock begged for attention. Christy, the building manager at my office, walked by in her summer flip-flops and short romper outfit. I said "hi", took in the view, then found a place to pull out my cock for some solo love-making.

Warm weather will last here for nearly four more months! It is this masturbator's favorite time of the year!

Saturday, June 17, 2017

When I first met Liz: A masturbation anniversary, of sorts.

This week mark’s a masturbation anniversary of sorts for me.

It was 23 years ago this week that I met one of my favorite BFF’s: “Elizabeth”. Not only is Liz one of my best friends, she’s my number-one masturbation muse. I probably masturbate to her more than any other woman, and after 23 years the masturbation is just as good as when it started.

I don’t think it’s good for me to post a picture of her here, but I will give you a description and explain how I’ve come to call her “Liz” (Or Elizabeth) on these pages. She looks very much like rock star Liz Phair. They have the same kind of chestnut-blonde hair and a similar frame. Both Liz Phair and “my” Liz have nice legs and sexy feet, firm breasts, cute asses, and nice smiles. My Liz is about two inches taller than the 5’2″ Ms. Phair. Both ladies have nice shoulders, and look oh-so-good in tank tops!

I sometimes masturbate to pics of Liz Phair, but often end up thinking of my Elizabeth instead. Then, I have to find pictures of MY Liz to wank to! And it always feels so good.

I first met My Liz after I contacted a lady named Charla to inquire about becoming a crew member on a racing sailboat. That sport had always interested me, and I heard Charla ran a data-base of skippers looking to pair-up single sailors with boats needing crew. Charla gave my name to Liz, then called me back and told me to show up on Wednesday night at a marina and meet up with a particular boat owned by a guy named Murray. However, I was supposed to find a woman named Elizabeth first as she was the crew coordinator.

I got to the marina a little early and stopped at the bath house to use the bathroom. I could hear the voice of a young woman coming from the ladies room next door.

“I think we have six of our regulars tonight, and we are supposed to have this new guy named Tim.”

Gee. It’s good they know I’m coming, I thought to myself. Immediately I was intrigued by the voice, and couldn’t wait to see the woman it belonged to.

I wasn’t disappointed. The voice was Elizabeth’s. Cute package like I described above. She hadad her hair in a pony tail. Liz was fairly serious about her job as crew coordinator, but still quite friendly. I met her outside the bathhouse and introduced myself. She introduced me to Murray and the rest of the crew. They were a friendly bunch, and I looked forward to sailing with them. But what was coursing through my mind the moment this masturbator laid eyes on Liz? I couldn’t wait to go masturbate to her!

Liz and I became fast friends that summer. She was dating a long-time boyfriend, this guy named Deiter. It turned out we had some mutual friends, so we all got along very well. I had just begun dating the woman who was to become my wife, so I wasn’t looking to date Liz or hook up. But masturbating to her became such a pleasurable pastime!

As the years have gone by Liz has remained one of my best, perhaps my best friend. She and Deiter broke up a few years after we all met. I married Cheryl, and Liz has become a favorite friend of hers, too. I don’t think Cheryl masturbates to Liz, but she knows I am masturbatorially infatuated with her and she tolerates it. (You don’t live with a masturbator like me and not figure these things out!) Cheryl does not seem threatened by Liz, even though I end up spending a lot of time with her sailing and doing other stuff. Liz is much like a sister to me, and I love her so much in that way.

But Liz’s girl-next-door beauty and charm always seems to get me reaching for my penis. Seldom does a day go buy when I’m not masturbating for at least a few minutes to Liz’s smile and blue eyes; to those square, sexy shoulders; those perky breasts; those cute legs attached to that nice ass; those sexy feet with a nice pedicure and pink-painted toes in summer flip-flops. I probably reach orgasm over her at least once per week, and usually many times more.

I have a bunch of pictures of Liz that I will look at when I am masturbating at the computer. Most show Liz in shorts, tank-top, flip-flops, and sometimes bare feet. Other pics show Liz in ski clothes, or with just her pretty smile. I cum hard to all of them. I love every inch of my muse.

Does Liz know I am a masturbation fiend and that she is fuel for my bate sessions?

Well, she might.

I won’t go into the whole story here, but a few years ago some douche bag of a person recognized me on-line at a photo sharing site where I post pictures of myself masturbating and decided she would “out” me (see my story about Cammie, elsewhere in this blog: ) . I had posted pictures of a lot of female friends and other people I masturbate over. Nothing graphic but if you were one of my “family” contacts and saw the pics of me jacking off, you came away with the impression that I was masturbating to everyone on my photo stream. She contacted many, if not all, of the women I had posted and told them I had a private area with my masturbation pics, etc., and informed them about what I was doing over their pictures!

I don’t know if Liz actually saw the pics of me with my cock in my hand, but I heard she did see her pics on my site in the public area. She only has ever said one thing about it. We were having lunch and she looked at me and said, “No more pictures for a while, OK?” I turned red and realized what she meant as I nodded yes. She’s never mentioned it again.

After 23 years, I still love Liz and still masturbate to her a lot. Would we ever hook-up for sex? I’ve thought about that a lot. I would do it with her. Not to become romantically involved, but because she is my friend and I want to share and bring her pleasure.

And you can be certain that if we did get naked together for some fucking and sucking, there would be plenty of mutual and solo masturbation involved in our encounter!