My imagination will suffice most of the time to get me erect, but I really enjoy reading stories, like your books and stories on-line.
Stories with sexual violence always get me erect, as do stories involving threesomes and female double penetration, and wife swapping.
A forty-two-year-old man wrote:
I masturbate about once a week and I usually watch my ejaculation in the mirror. I frequently coat my left palm (I’m right-handed so doing it with my left feels better) with cold after-sun cream, or something similar. I come when I squeeze buttocks and thrust cock up and forward while slowly rubbing around tip and rim until I shoot toward mirror.
My wife enjoys masturbation as well. Often when I am at work Saturday mornings she rings me at the office to tell me she’s doing it or that she’s just come. Boy do I hurry home!
A forty-four-year-old man wrote:
I do it only two or three times a week because I like to wait until I haven’t come in a while. I enjoy the feeling of a full erection, where my cock is really hard and throbs a bit as I stroke it.
A forty-five-year-old man wrote:
The best is when I use both hands to simulate oral stimulation. Sometimes I shave all of my pubic hair off and masturbate when I’m finished.
A forty-seven-year-old man wrote:
Often I wake up early in the morning and my hand just seems to wander downward on its own accord. Then I begin fondling and pleasuring myself. I really do enjoy reading erotica and/or watching video clips from the Web. The more turned on I get, the more intense my orgasm(s) will be.
I sometimes use a Hitachi Magic Wand with a come-cup attachment that slips over the head of my penis and gives me a very intense, incredible orgasm.
A forty-eight-year-old man wrote:
I can control my level of excitement precisely. Sometimes I will keep myself at a high state of arousal for a long time by masturbating almost to the point of ejaculation and then letting it rest while I do something else. Then, when I come back to it (which I always do), I’m ready to explode. I also love the feel of my penis leaking pre-come in my skivvies, which it’ll do for hours after I masturbate and don’t come.
A fifty-two-year-old man wrote:
I masturbate almost daily, usually when I get home from work. I open a cold drink and sit down in front of the computer to browse some Internet porn. I usually start out “dry” (sans lube) and as the excitement builds, I add a lube called ForPlay that always makes things feel extra sensuous. I like to start with a very light touch and gradually get more tactile, working just under the glans, teasing the hell out of my cock, holding things right on the edge. When I’ve found a couple of pictures that really excite me, I download those, revisit them, and take things to their natural conclusion.
A seventy-seven-year-old man wrote:
I masturbate mainly because it allows me to last longer when my wife and I have intercourse. If I’ve already come I can give her much more satisfaction.
A seventy-eight-year-old man wrote:
I masturbate two to three times a month. It feels better if I am viewing images or videos and I often use a vibrator, which can cause a very intense orgasm in thirty seconds. Sometimes my mind is enough, coupled with a wife who is extremely sexy and beautiful, even at seventy-five.
My wife not only knows I masturbate, but she prefers to do it for me herself if she can’t have sex for some reason. She is a love.
A twenty-six-year-old woman wrote:
A great big turn-on for me was watching my boyfriend masturbate. It was several months ago and I talked him into doing it the way he does when he is alone.
He undressed, sat naked on his sofa, and began pulling on the head of his penis. I watched as his penis began to respond to the manipulation, and before long he had a nice erection. The head of his penis was really swollen as he held the shaft and began stroking very slowly. He then rubbed his scrotum and testicles with the other hand as the stroking got faster and faster.
I got real close so I could see the action and watch the clear pre-come fluid seeping out as he stroked. His legs shook and he moaned as he pulled hard but slowly on the penis shaft. Finally he pulled down on the shaft and held it there as the semen shot out in short but powerful spurts. It was amazing to watch.
A twenty-one-year-old woman wrote:
I don’t masturbate, per se, when I am alone. I prefer phone sex because my boyfriend is a long distance away. We start off with him teasing me saying he refuses to get naked. From that point, I’m the one who has to get things moving and it usually ends with both of us having a wonderful climax.
A thirty-year-old woman wrote:
I often fantasize about my partner fucking a girlfriend of mine. With that picture in my mind I rub my clit with my right pointer finger until I climax.
My partner does not like it when I do it. He says he thinks I am cheating.
A thirty-nine-year-old woman wrote:
I masturbate too many times to count. Frequently I shave my pussy and then tie my ankles and one wrist to my bed with crystal nipple clamps, an anal plug, and a vibrating dildo in place.
I fantasize that I have been kidnapped for some bad boy’s pleasure. He teases me with his tongue and I use my free hand to caress my body pretending that it is him. I suck and lick my nipples (yes, I’m really big and I can do that) pretending that he is forcing me to be a bad girl. Frequently I come several times before I’m exhausted.
A sixty-nine-year-old bisexual man wrote:
What turns me on is a very mixed bag. Sometimes I visualize my wife in various sexy outfits and sky-high heels and at other times I am cross-dressed and am being fondled by a man.
This last letter isn’t exactly on topic, but it’s a wonderful picture of a great sex life.
A thirty-six-year-old woman wrote:
My husband and I masturbate together and by ourselves when we need or want to. Personally I like all areas busy: anal, vaginal, clit, and nipple manipulation.
I like to keep things interesting in our sex life, shake things up a bit and keep him guessing what is next. I love to tease him every day. I will call him at work and say, “Hi, sexy. I want you to come home right after work. The kids are at their friends’ tonight.” Sometimes I put my panties in his lunch bag or briefcase or I flash him my breasts as he leaves in the morning. A few times I put a present from the sex-toy shop in our bed. Anything to put that shy-boy smile on his face.
DO YOU REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME YOU MASTURBATED?
The answers from those who responded ranged from men who said that they don’t remember since they had been masturbating for as long as they could recall to women who hadn’t masturbated until well into their thirties. I fall into that latter category.
What amazed me as I read the surveys was the depth of ignorance of most first-timers. Many freely admit that they had no idea what was happening. Sad, isn’t it? I had a most enlightened mother for the mid-1950s when I was a teen. I was a curious kid and felt free to ask my mother any question at any time. So by the time I reached my early teens I knew the facts, at least. My attitudes were, of course, a product of the times and my mother’s attitudes toward sex. I was fed the “company line” about masturbation being a no-no, that it just wasn’t done. So I didn’t touch myself for pleasure until I was in my thirties with two school-age children. Fortunately I was never told that my hands would fall off or that I would go blind, as I’m sure many males, and probably some females, were.
Parents, it’s going to happen. Your sons, and probably your daughters, are going to masturbate. A bit of well-thought-through information will provide your children with truth and, during that discussion, you can also discuss some of your values.
A thirty-one-year-old woman wrote:
I was seven. My first attempt at masturbation occurred rather by accident, but the end result was so pleasant that later that day I decided to try it again. Unfortunately, my mother walked into my bedroom and found me frantically rubbing between my legs a
nd went ballistic. She convinced me that I would damage myself that way and have to have tubes put in to go to the bathroom. Needless to say I was terrified and it was years before I ever tried again.
What should you do if you stumble upon your child masturbating? First, and most important, take a deep breath before you decide how to handle it. Don’t react with anger, embarrassment, or humiliation. Don’t lie to your child as this parent did. If you do, he or she will never believe anything else you say, and you might be causing no end of sexual problems later on.
Temper any reaction with common sense and the reality of the letters you read here. Consider your views on sexuality and morality. Then explain to your child what’s happening—that it’s a normal bodily function—and physiologically why your child’s body is reacting the way it is. If you just can’t explain clearly (and that’s too bad), get your child an age-appropriate book on sexuality and let him or her explore. If you’re troubled by a child who masturbates at the dinner table, while watching TV, or in other public situations, suggest that masturbation is a very personal activity and that your child can do it (since he or she will do it anyway), but only in private. If you “go ballistic,” as the parent did above, you’ll risk making sex an unpleasant activity and severing all lines of communication.
It’s really amazing how vivid the memories are for so many. Here’s what others had to say about their first experience.
A forty-two-year-old man wrote:
I was about twelve or thirteen. It was summer vacation and my parents both worked, so I was home alone a lot. Some older boys had been showing a neighbor boy and me how to do it—by demonstrating, of course. I then tried to do the same but, since I didn’t know what I was doing, I didn’t “make it.”
That night after I got into bed, I spontaneously came. It was very much like a wet dream, but I wasn’t yet asleep.
By the next day I pretty much knew what was supposed to happen, so I really went at it, masturbating to orgasm several times. Of course, I told the neighbor boy right away and, proud of my new ability, I showed him.
Fairly soon he and I were doing it in each other’s presence regularly. We did do each other, or at least tried, a few times, but having someone else jack me off wasn’t as good as doing it myself. I remember that he was always harder to get off and, as I think back, I don’t think I ever was able to bring him to orgasm. We never tried oral–penile contact on each other. Although we now live in separate towns, some distance apart, we’re still good friends. I wonder whether he remembers that time as well as I do.
A sixty-two-year-old man wrote:
I was about twelve years old and I was with several other boys. It was a circle jerk in which we literally formed a circle and each boy massaged the penis of the boy next to him.
A sixty-eight-year-old man wrote:
Yes, I remember it well. I was twelve years old and was stroking my cock as I looked at drawings of female genitalia in my mother’s anatomy book. Suddenly heaven(!) and huge jets of sperm.
A twenty-one-year-old woman wrote:
I remember the first time I masturbated. I was in my early teens, and scared to death that I was doing something evil. That didn’t stop me, however, it just made me feel really guilty.
A forty-seven-year-old man wrote:
The first time I did it was about thirteen, in bed, thinking about Ms. V, my English teacher. A bunch of guys had been talking about sex for a while and somewhere in there I had started thinking of Ms. V’s stockings. She must have been wearing thigh-highs and occasionally I could see her bare leg above the nylons. That first night I masturbated to that thought. After I came I wiped it off with a sock. Since my sister was in the other bed in the room, when I did it from then on I had to keep quiet, wait until she was asleep, and then do it.
A thirty-two-year-old man wrote:
I did it for the first time in the shower. I knew something was supposed to happen, but I ended up dropping to my knees due to the sensations. My mother thought I had fallen and killed myself. She never found out what had really happened.
A thirty-six-year-old woman wrote:
My first climax through sort-of masturbation happened by accident at the age of nineteen. I was really turned on by a dirty book I was reading. I had to use the bathroom and when I wiped with toilet paper after peeing I had an orgasm. I was mystified since I didn’t know what was happening. I don’t remember what I was thinking at that moment. I only remember my surprise when my body did things over which I had no control.
A twenty-six-year-old woman wrote:
The first time was after I had read a romance novel at age twelve. I was all tingly “down there” and began rubbing myself to soothe the “itch.” Before I knew it I was having my first orgasm. Of course I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it felt good.
A fifty-nine-year-old man wrote:
I was thirteen years old and ignorant. During that summer I was down in the basement where it was cool and I started playing with myself. It felt so good that I kept on until I came. The next day I tried it again, with no luck. I was probably really nervous about it all. Actually I don’t remember the second time but I’ll never forget that first.
A twenty-year-old bisexual woman wrote:
I don’t remember my first time, but I do remember some of my early fantasies. Looking back, they were incredibly kinky for the twelve- to fourteen-year-old I was then. Lots of women in futuristic bondage, some sex-change stuff… and to think I didn’t realize I was a kinky lesbianish bisexual till I was eighteen!
A thirty-six-year-old woman wrote:
The first time I masturbated I was eleven and had found my mother’s book, The Happy Hooker, in her bedside table. I grabbed it and snuck it into my room.
The next afternoon, a warm summer day when everyone was busy outside, I hid myself in my bedroom. I got to the part in the book where she said that she had gotten off rubbing herself on the banister. I thought, How is that possible? I was quite horny by this time so I reached down between my legs and found that my panties were wet. With my fingers together and stiff, I rubbed hard like I imagined it would be like on a banister. Wow!! Holy shit it worked! I must have done that for the rest of the day. My mother had to call me three times for supper. I went to bed early that night, too.
A twenty-eight-year-old man wrote:
The first time I masturbated was by accident. I didn’t know what masturbation or ejaculation were.
I was twelve years old and in my bedroom having just finished taking a bath. I had a towel around me and as I took it off to put my pajamas on, I noticed that my penis was stiff, bowed up in full erection as if begging to be touched. I remember sitting on my bed and looking at it. I put my fingertips on the shaft and began stroking up and down very slowly. I felt a wave of excitement as I continued to rub, and the more I stroked the better it felt. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, feet on the floor, and kept playing with myself as it felt better and better. It got to a point where I could not believe how good it was when I suddenly felt a sensation like I was about to urinate. I let go of my penis and watched in amazement as semen shot out.
My penis was throbbing and semen was still oozing as I caught my breath. I told my mom about what happened and she gave me a book about sex and masturbation, with pictures of male and female genitalia. It taught me a lot, and I read the best parts over and over when nobody was home.
A twenty-two-year-old woman wrote:
The first time I masturbated I was thirteen and I remember it well. I had stayed home from school and, since my parents were at work, I was alone for the entire day. My parents had a book by Masters and Johnson about sex and I got it out and began reading about masturbation and intercourse. The book had a picture of an erect penis and I got excited looking at it.
I removed my clothes and loved the way it felt as I walked around the house naked. I gazed at my body in my mom’s full-length mirror, and remember looking at my breasts, swollen nipples, and my pubic hair.
My body was almost all the way developed, and my nipples always seemed puffy, like they were still growing. I got a mirror out and stared at my vulva. I pulled my clitoris hood back and looked at it, and I recall how good it felt as I rubbed on it.
I spread my legs and began rubbing back and forth on the hood of my clitoris, back and forth, back and forth. My clit felt hot as I rubbed around it and on it. I went back and got the book and looked at the erect-penis pictures, then pulled on my nipples as I rubbed my vulva. I pulled lubrication to my clitoris area and the slippery feeling of my fingers on my clit brought me only to the edge of orgasm. I didn’t climax until much later when I got better at stimulating myself.
The sex book was helpful in getting me excited for many masturbation sessions. The book described how the male penis gets erect, is inserted into the vagina, and, with a series of in-and-out movements, creates great physical pleasure for the male and female. I imagined how a penis would feel inside me as I rubbed my clitoris. This was how it all began for me at thirteen and I still masturbate with toys and my good old fingers sometimes.
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