masturbate in the most pleasurable way

While working, just few minutes ago, I received an email from a man who’s asking me on how to masturbate in the most pleasurable way. He said he’s been reading my writings on this site and just like me, he’s forced to stay home and refrain from fucking other women. So he got no choice but to masturbate. However, he’s getting bored and wonder if there’s a different way to masturbate. I must admit this is the first time I’m being asked with this kind of question. Anyway, it’s worth sharing my answer to him…

This is how you masturbate and have a pleasurable experience while achieving great orgasm. Now this is the ideal scenario. You’re alone in the room and you have a desktop computer or laptop. Make up in your mind on what really turns you on. For me, what turns me on is going to a porn site and type Iwia in the search box. It’s a name of a famous European pornstar. Why her? Because she really looks like my former girlfriend whom I consider to be the yummiest girl of all the fuckings I had. Iwia got more than a hundred stunning videos. So I don’t get bored watching the same girl in different scenes.

Then I use a massage oil (with lavender orange & lemongrass essential oils) to masturbate my cock while I stand with my eyes focused on the screen. Why stand? Just try it and you can compare that the orgasm achieved is better than sitting. There must be a scientific explanation behind it. I don’t have to elaborate on how a man should do it for I can write a thousand words about it but the most important thing is focus without rushing. It means, let the video play from the start as you slowly and gently masturbate while watching her face, her facial expression, her moanings, her moves, her breasts, her legs, her vagina and the contours of her whole body. When you feel, you are about to cum, still don’t make your stroking faster.

Maintain the speed from beginning to end even when your semen fires up. Maybe you’re used to make it faster when you’re cumming but try this method and you will experience a big difference.

Sex Chat with Erika

This pandemic, I realize, isn’t that bad at all. It’s not really boring, staying home most of the time, as I get to receive some anonymous FB friend requests with sexually entertaining chats such as this one…

“Hi!”

“Hi, Erika! You have a very sexy name!”

“Hahaha!”

“I don’t know if that’s your real name.”

“I also don’t know if Mike Luster is your real name.”

“Well, we’re even. Anyway, you look naturally pretty in your pictures. Is that really you?”

“That’s me.”

“Alright then. You said it. So you’re in college now, Erika?

“No. I’m still in high school.”

“I see. Do you like erotic stories?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Can i ask you a personal question? i hope you don’t get offended.”

“Sure.”

“Do you masturbate?”

“Hahaha! What a question!”

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer.”

“It’s ok. I masturbate sometimes.”

“Wow! How do you do it? With your fingers or with a vibrator?”

“Fingers.”

“Have you tried fucking a boy?”

“No.”

“So you’re a virgin but do you wish that someday you will experience it?”

“I guess so.”

“Do you watch porn, Erika?”

“No.”

“That must be hard when you masturbate when you don’t have something sexy to watch.”

“I just imagine.”

“I see. How do you feel when you masturbate?”

“Hot.”

“Can you please describe more?”

“I’m getting horny with your questions, Mike?”

“Are you lying in your bed now?”

“Yes.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Pajamas.”

“Are you wearing sando?”

“Yes.”

“Without bra and panty?”

“With panty.”

“Can you imagine someone whom you like to fuck? Like an actor or a singer?”

“Hahaha! I can’t think of any.”

“Who’s your crush? James Reid?”

“Maybe.”

“What about Daniel Padilla?”

“Maybe also. Hahaha!”

“Who would you choose?”

“Both. Hehehe!”

“You’re fucking cute, Erika! So imagine, James is fingering your vagina while Daniel is kissing you. Then I want you to squeeze your breasts. Your left hand is squeezing your breast while your right hand is fingering your pussy. Can you do that now?”

“You’re really making me horny, Mike.”

“Then masturbate while thinking about James and Daniel.”

“Ah, shit!”

“You like it?”

“Yeah!”

“Don’t answer me for now. I want you to continue masturbating your fucking wet pussy until you achieve your orgasm.”

(after some few minutes)

“Mike, I’ve reached it already.”

“That’s good, Erika, you cummed! That’s very good.”

“Thanks to you. Hehehe!”

I then sent her a picture of a naked girl with two boys side by side.

“Hahaha! I like that, Mike!”

“That’s very good, Erika. That’s very very good! I have to go now. Until next time with our sex session.”

“Ok, Mike. Bye.”

The Lesser Evil

Someone told me that for a married man, getting a hand job is a lesser evil. I agree.

For me, evil isn’t defined as something scary that you’re going to hell in eternal damnation when you die. After all, there’s no such thing as like that. Evil is just something which involves pain or danger in this world. As long as it’s contained in hand job where there’s no sexual intercourse involved, everything’s fine. Yet it’s still evil in the sense that instead of your money spent on it, it should have gone to pay your bills or buying your wife and kids of the things they want. Well, if you’re a rich guy, you don’t have a problem. Evil comes in when you don’t have time anymore with your family. Surely, they’ll be hurt.

Anyhow, all of us have both good and evil playing in our lives. Even with the holiest person you may see in the church ground, you don’t know what he does in the dark when no one’s around. All of a sudden, you hear in the news that your parish priest, whom you thought to be very religious and spiritual, is all the while involved in child molestation or sex with a minor. I say, the priest has committed a greater evil where pain is severe because of the trauma caused on the child.

However, for a man who can’t control his sexual desires for another woman, instead of fucking around, masturbation must be done. After cumming, lust will subside.

If solo masturbation is a boring routine for you, then go for a hand job at least once in two weeks and politely ask the woman to make your dick happy (both should wear face mask and face shield since there’s still no vaccine for covid-19). After, sanitize hands with alcohol.

That’s lesser evil. Comparing you’re maintaining an extra-marital love affair, it’s expensive. Trust me. I’ve been around. Not only it drains your pocket, it’s also mind draining because you’re living in constant fear of getting caught.

During a hand job (which I recently did in the car), it’s almost close to impossible of getting caught by your wife. Just in case, you’re caught, tell her, “Honey, it’s just a hand job. Nothing happened. I didn’t put my penis inside her vagina. We didn’t even kiss. There was social distancing. I was in the driver’s seat while she’s in the front seat.” Hehehe!

No one gets pregnant. No one gets HIV. No one gets covid.

But to be honest, it’s so very yummy when you’re on top fucking a different attractive woman. The more it gets to be yummier when she’s the one on top, especially when she’s very good in pumping and grinding! My saliva is now dripping, recalling those moments I had with different girls at the motel.

to lust or not to lust

This pandemic has brought a drastic change in my life. Before, whenever there was an opportunity to fuck an attractive girl, I did it without hesitation. Now when this damn covid started to penetrate our city since March of this year, even when presented with an opportunity and even though deep inside I dislike it, I turn away from temptation.

I’ve been receiving messages from my social media account from the women I fucked before. Some just miss fucking for the pleasure of it while some are ready to massage fuck in exchange of money.

When hiv came into my awareness in the 90’s, I was afraid a little but it didn’t stop me from feeding into my carnal desires. I still fucked and fucked every pretty women I came across with. Some I wore protection while I some, I didn’t.

This covid is different. Maybe because of the daily news that I heard, seen and witnessed, it somehow pushed me back with my lust being suppressed. Of course, I know, lust can’t be suppressed for long. It has to come out in one way or the other. This is where watching porn while masturbating comes in. But I also know, it can’t always be like that. There has to be some variation. Masturbation is still there but watching not a porn video but staring at a seductive woman on the street while I’m in my car. Sometimes, gazing at an attractive woman dressed in mini skirt, I would then lock in her image into my mind. I try to concentrate on her chest, butt and crotch, not minding her face mask… So later at night, I would then fuck my wife, with that woman still on my mind, I would try to cum. And I cummed. Although not that great compared fucking a different real woman but at least, I cummed.

I must admit that it’s difficult for me to achieve orgasm when I fuck my wife. We’ve been fucking for so many years now. Time comes it’s getting boring yet still I have to fuck her. I feel like it’s my responsibility to fuck her regularly. Because if not, I could cause depression on her, making her think I don’t want her anymore.

Please don’t get me wrong. I love her truly. I really do. She has done wonderful things to me that no woman has ever done before. She’s the mother of our kids. She raised them very well that they become respectful and loving. She has forgiven me many times. She let me see what true unconditional love really is.

But my lust for other woman can’t be extinguished. Countless times I tried to before but I always failed. I guess lust is here to stay forever. I realize my being a carnal man is part of who I am. On the other hand, if I really want to take away my lust with all determination and discipline, I think I can annihilate it. But then again, if it happens, can I still write erotica? Can I still write about love and romance? Can I still live life with excitement, thrill and ecstatic joy? I don’t think so.

Rainer Maria Rilke said, “Don’t take my devils away, because my angels may flee too.”

I’m mystified by Rilke’s words yet I’m constantly guided.

i took you away from your husband. you took me away from my wife

Even after many years had passed, I still think about you. I thought I can forget you but here I am, listening again and again to the music we shared together. I still remember these are the kind of songs we enjoyed while we made love on my bed.

You used to tell me that you love me so much and that you want to build your world around me. You were even complaining on why I didn’t spend much time on you.

Now that you’re no longer here besides me, how I regret on what I’ve done to you. It’s really true that you learn to value the person when the presence is no longer found.

Every time I see the back of a woman having your same features, shiny long black hair, I immediately walk faster and see if it’s you. To my dismay, it’s always not you.

Every time I drive and see a woman walking in the street having your same look, I’d pull over and take a closer. To my disappointment, I sped away.

Every time, I smell a perfume which you usually wore in the elevator, in the office and in every place where we quickly kissed, wild memories in the motel flashed in my mind. God, I hunger for you every single day!

Every time, I see a starbucks mug on the table, I recall the one you gave me on my birthday which I lost. How foolish I was to have never kept it close to my care and attention!

But I still wear the shirt you gave me from time to time. I feel like you’re still inside me, embracing me.

There were times I went to your favorite mall where you bought this shirt, hoping by magical chance I’d meet you. But never did it happen. Yet still I insisted you could be there one day. Something’s telling me in my mind that I’d meet you there standing still, hopefully waiting for me.

As I’m writing these words, I’m listening to this particular song which brought me back to the time we ran away from our partners so we can be together on that sunny afternoon. I took you away from your husband. You took me away from my wife. No one was forcing us. It was our decision where the heart ruled over the mind.

In front of the world, we were crazy. They called me immoral and a disgrace. But for me, it was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

If ever time can be reversed, there’s nothing I wouldn’t change. I would still do it, falling in love and lust for you, Rose…