Interactions

"I'm getting wet now; time to get my Hitachi out. I need to masturbate! Today I'm meeting a friend for a bike ride, might have to ride while still wet from session."

MY RESPONSE: "It's time for you to submit to what your body needs. It is time for you to submit to what your mind needs and time to submit to the aching desire that is paramount between your legs and between your ears. Your arousal, your desire, lustful feelings emanating from your core center is mind blowing."

"You are reaching your peak level, you're right on the edge, it's about to happen! Oh! You need this so badly, the non stop touching... you can't stop anymore you have reached the point of no return! You have reached the level of arousal that is going to push you over the brink to that lovely warm pool of a wet orgasm."

(Reading these posts was making me so hard and oozing! So many male responses were similar.)

FEMBATOR: "It's always exciting to find female masturbators here as they are sorely outnumbered. I too am a chronic addicted masturbator who is straight and can't get enough masturbation with my penis dildo rammed in my cunt and humping on my satin masturbation blanket, while envisioning males masturbating their penises."

"I've already been masturbating for almost 2 hours and pretty much masturbate every chance I get. I'm masturbating now as I type and hope you are too. Just nice knowing you're out there and I look forward to reading your posts. Happy masturbating!!"

MY RESPONSE: "I am masturbating here right now!"

"Make yourself orgasm. Make yourself cum. Make yourself fly over the edge, with ecstatic moans, and fire bolts of pleasure, fucking your hips back and forth on your hands or toys."

"Completely lose yourselves to the physical pleasure you need, already looking forward to doing again and again and again. The minute you get done you're already thinking about doing it some more."

"You catch your breath, and grab a small drink of water. You get up to relieve yourself come back and sit down. You have very intention to get dressed and try to get through your normal day. And then you realize you left your browser on. As you pull your laptop open again sitting at pause to the video that pushed you over the edge."

"Without even realizing what you're doing, you press the play button and your legs instinctively open again, your clit starts to throb once again, you start to lose yourself to your self-lust driven by your pornography obsession, so your fingers are sawing in and out of your awakened pussy and your next gooning session has begun..."

TOTAL RELAPSE FROM ANOTHER 'SPIRITED' FEMALE: "Hello. I am a Ghost, and I am a chronic masturbator. I just discovered this forum and, well, here I am. To be honest, I don't have much experience with forums, so... I hope I'm not going to do something very wrong. The main reason for me being here is to be myself."

"I just want to be somewhere where I'm not judged for my addiction, but encouraged and supported. I'm constantly horny, but I don't watch much porn. I love words and poetry. I also love, love reading masturbation stories. They drive me crazy with lust. I use a lot of toys and I love them more than any human touch. I never had a penis-given orgasm. All the pleasure I get is by rubbing and toying myself in every possible hole. I used to masturbate since I was around 10, but I hadn't developed my addiction fully until I was in my early 30s"

"Nowadays I masturbate up to 8 times a day, sometimes even more. I don't edge, I just cum until I completely exhaust myself. I tried to quit a few times, it never worked. It just made things worse. I guess by now I somehow admitted that I cannot quit. I only want more!"

"This text is not fiction, but me trying to put in words some of my feelings and thoughts about my addiction to Onanism. It is the first part; I hope I'll continue with the second one over the weekend. Some say that the ache for home lives in all of us."

"As I am falling deeper and deeper into Onanism, a lot of spaces around are gradually becoming home: public toilets, McDonald's under tables, hotel rooms. The itch is guiding me to one of these homes. It also keeps building new homes for me. Homes in which I feel safe, I feel welcomed, and in a lot of pleasure."

"Sounds good, but this is also the worst part of the addiction. How can someone say no to this?! How can someone who has been refused all these things all her life destroy them when she finally got them?! HOW?! I can easily say 'no' to Onanism, as I said to sex. But I can never say 'no" to having a home. I think that's the issue with most addictions: in order to get "cured", we need to destroy that 'ache for home'. We need to become homeless...figuratively."

"In regular life I am quite educated and respected. I get so horny that my sexual side is so decadent yet uses my education in how my mind works to arouse me."

"I name my toys after writers, both males and females. Today I fuck myself with Celan, with Akhmatova, or Bukowski, with one of them, or with 2, with 3."

"Later in the day, or tomorrow I'll change the names, I'll have others over. I have a few toys, but I want to get so much more. I want to organize huge literary orgies in which my body and my flesh will be at their disposal. I'm already their slave, and have been so long before I became an Onanist. Falling in love with their words and their worlds saved me."

"When my masturbation lust starts to gradually grow inside me, I feel how every cell in my body slowly transforms itself into a clit, into a nipple, another cunt, another raging leaking hole. I touch my neck, my ear, my lips, and I feel a burning. Touching my arms, my neck again, I finger my fingers, I kiss my own mouth, I whisper in my own ears. I start shaking, my vision blurs, and I can't hear well anymore, I start to drool from everywhere."

"No matter where I am, I start to retreat from reality, to run away, to disappear. If I cannot masturbate right where I am, I'm becoming increasingly desperate and looking for a home. It's a force of attraction that is unbearable. My breathing gets heavier; I'm starting to sweat, to melt, to grunt." "As I walk I put the belt of my purse over one of my breasts, and start to rub my nipple with it. That doesn't help at all, but I cannot fucking stop, its pleasure, pleasure, pleasure! I want to masturbate so badly I'm burning! My mouth is full of saliva, my cunt is under water."

"I feel my clothes rubbing against my skin and my ears are ringing. I wish I'd have a horse-sized dildo right there so I can impale myself. Maybe the itch will go away. I put my purse in front of my belly so I can finger my navel. It doesn't bring relief, but the opposite. Bad idea, though the only idea."

"Wait! I know a bookstore in the city where they have real toilets, not booths. It's my home away from home (or one of them). I'm heading there, almost crawling, as all my energy and force gets sucked by desire."

"It's hot outside, and I hate it! Between me and that toilet there is a gigantic 'swamp' of a city, and I have to cross it. I have to survive, somehow. I've done it before; I have to be able to do it this time too. But with every time it gets more difficult."

"When the urge hits, it hits hard. At the beginning, when I was just getting into all this. I was able to go on for days and weeks with that lusty feeling inside me, and without doing anything. Now, I'm completely enslaved. It controls me, my soul belongs to it."

"I want to sit on the ground, right there, rip my clothes off, spread my legs and start fisting myself. I don't care about anything anymore, I just want to make the itch stop, I want to get delirious with pleasure, I want I want I want I want!!"

"I can't breathe! Keep walking! I keep telling myself, "You're home is not that far anymore."

"Immense pleasures await for you there, because home is where pleasure is. I finally manage to cross the proverbial swamp, the imaginary yet equally haunting rest of the city that separated me from the home I need so desperately to get inside. My cunt leaks so much I look like a peed-on junkie, I am a junkie, an Onanist junkie about to enter in a coma from prolonged lack of masturbation!"

"I need to fuck myself more than I need to breathe, more than I need to do anything else! FUCK! I'm fucking dying, but I'm finally here! The bookstore with its toilet rises in front of me! Get in, NOW!"

"The door opening, the door closing is like our lives, everybody's lives in two minimal moves. Then we die. The door closes for the last time."

"In between, there is hell with pockets of paradise. I want to die impaled on toys, still spasming with orgasms hours after I'm declared clinically gone-for-good, on the morgue's table, under the mortician's knife! He cannot cut me, I'm moving too much, I'm cumming too violently, I squirt everywhere yet I'm dead, dead, dead! "

"Wow! Where the fuck am I?! Oh yes the bookstore. I'm in so much lust; I need to masturbate so badly I forgot I'm here to masturbate. The toilet is near; I can smell it with my cunt. This is how I feel a home is close, my cunt senses it, my flesh, my whole body, my skin, all my holes start dancing and I cannot say 'no', I cannot say 'stop'. These are things people with brains say, but I have none."

"The little that's left swims in alcohol, and is used to type the pin code at the sex store while buying yet another toy. You need some brain for that too, not much, just enough. I enter the toilet, drooling, grunting, and dying. I let the purse fall on the floor, I pull down my skirt and my soaked panties and finally touch the cunt. I almost scream, that first touch is the most insane thing that can happen, my life has no purpose other that, I have nothing to live for anymore, nothing."

"I am in heaven! I rub few times with drool falling in my blouse; I don't care, I'm crying with pleasure, frustration, lust, hate, all at once. I'm home!! There's no world left outside that toilet. Some years ago I found what I love the most. It's masturbation. Now, it's already ruining my life, my body and my mind. It drains me, it clings into me, and it annihilates me. Yet I need it. One day, it will kill me?"

FEMBATOR: "Masturbation is the perfect antidote! Keep warm and active, MASTURBATE, MASTURBATE, and MASTURBATE! I am masturbating now. Yes, I'm masturbating right now and have been for the last 2 hours with no end in sight. I'm masturbating more and more lately with more urgency and longer bouts."

"I wish more females would post their activities, but for now I like knowing how many guys can't stay away from their penises and must masturbate several times a day and how many women also! I love this. I love the edging, burning desire of people."

(I have enjoyed quite a lot of orgasms interacting with all these ladies.)

MY RESPONSE: "I was ready too! Typing one handed and pausing frequently as I played with my engorged cock was difficult, but so good!"

"Don't stop. You know what you're doing you do this constantly. Let it consume you as you stare and stare and stare and stare. Masturbate. Feel the joy of ultra masturbation as I am doing!"

"Lose yourselves! Never stop. Never stop touching, never stop watching, never stop edging yourselves. Get your toys out, get everything you need so as to give yourself over to a prolonged session of extreme pleasurable bliss."

"Give yourselves a nice long session workout. Ache with pleasure and desire, pleasures and throbs throughout your body but especially that wonderful spot between your legs with your sexy thighs spread wide, your pelvis fucking back and forth as you impale yourself on your toys!"

"Caress yourselves, vigorously jerking off your clit-cocks. Only when you're can't stand it anymore and you've made yourself so horny to the point of no return, let yourself CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM yes yes CUM. CUM. C U M CUMCUMCUMCUM...C U M. C U M. C U M. C. U. M. CUUUUUUUUUUMMMMM. mmmmmmmmmm...ah it feels so fucking good!!"

FINAL DISCLAIMER and CAUTIONARY STATEMENT

Sometimes people get concerned that they are too far into this. So long as they take care of themselves, hurt no one, including themselves, never do anything non-consensual, or illegal, the only thing one needs to keep in mind is that masturbation is natural. In the moment, you might get a bit crazy, but is usually a balance. If you find yourself concerned about that, speak to a professional. I truly care about my readers. I want to spread pleasure, and encourage it, but not at the expense of your mental health. Stay horny AND healthy!