Friday, June 20, 2003

Tonight The Wife is out of town (for the whole weekend, actually). I took the opportunity to make a trip to my local adult bookstore. I'm really in the mood for a video, but they want a $30 deposit, and that's just not in the budget right now. I had to settle for a couple of bundled packs of "letters" magazines. The difficulty in choosing those is making sure you get what you want. This particular shop has a plethora of "family encounters" magazines, and that really just sickens me. Now that I'm home and have my purchases out of the shrink wrap, I'm pretty pleased. I've already tossed off once to a foot fetish tale.

This was the first time I've been in there that a woman was working the counter. I've mostly seen men in this place, with the occasional couple or mixed-sex group looking around. Tonight there was an unaccompanied woman just ahead of me in line! She bought a huge 10" vibrator and was pretty upset that they were out of batteries. For a little while, I entertained my own little fantasy of offering my services in place of the powerless vibe, but let's be honest, folks, I'm not Brad Pitt. I doubt that she'd react with anything other than disgust, with the possible added humiliation of pepper spray or her calling the cops.

I'd never seriously consider cheating on The Wife. If there was some magical way to have a completely risk-free and guilt-free sexual encounter, I might think more about it, but it's not really realistic. I love her, we're pretty happy, and we're going to be together for the rest of our lives. I'm not going to let my dick mess that up.
Though I haven't posted since last Friday, this week has been fairly eventful. I resorted to "self-abuse" at least twice over the weekend and into Monday, but there wasn't much of interest there. Tuesday night is when things got more fun.

I tried the Rosy Palm again on Tuesday night. For those of you who haven't been reading from the beginning, this is a masturbation technique I learned from JackinWorld, and I haven't had that much success. This time, it was different. I just used the lightest of touches, and held my cupped palm up so that the head of the penis rubbed against it. I didn't hold the shaft with my other hand, just used the palm itself with very small movements. I swear, when I came I almost passed out! Not only that, but the following night, I went back to a more ordinary technique, and it still felt somewhat like it had with Rosy. Talk about afterglow!

Thursday morning, I had some time off of work. I've mentioned before that I like the occasional bit of rectal stimulation. Since I had the house to myself, I indulged in something more. I've got a (relatively small) pink vibrator in the night stand, and with some lube and plenty of patience, I got a good portion of it inserted. It's not the kind of thing I want as a steady diet, but sometimes you've just gotta have a little extra spice, you know?

Friday, June 13, 2003

Allow me to stray from the text a bit here and expound on a subject indirectly associated with my masturbatory life. It's spring, going on summer, and every year I have to work harder to keep from drooling at the young women who come into my place of work. I'd rather not be specific, but my job is in a public place and involves a lot of direct assistance of customers, and there are times when I honestly have difficulty staying on task when working with some of these women. It's horrifying to me that I get so completely distracted. I feel like a dirty old man, especially considering that most of the objects of my scrutiny seem to be teenagers.

I can try to blame this on the media and popular culture for objectifying women and sexualizing youth, but I don't think that's really very honest. It seems to me that this is purely a physical reaction. None of this is helped, of course, by the current fashions for women of this age: bared midriffs, short shorts, tight tops, and the like have an alarming tendency to make me drop my jaw and babble like an idiot.

Let me be clear. You are not reading the ravings of a pedophile. I am not going to pursue any of these women, and I'm honestly not all that interested in them as sexual partners per se. I just can't help but sit here and think, "Oh, my God, look at that!"
Wednesday night's session was another keep-it-quiet type. It took a while for me to get started. Sometimes I lay there for a bit and just idly play around, trying to decide if I'm going to or not. What finally got me primed was a memory of an old encounter. It's one of those really incredible experiences that sticks with me, and it's provided dozens, if not hundreds, of orgasms well after the fact.

Wednesday, June 11, 2003

Okay, I guess I've got an audience. I'll keep this thing going. Here's the latest update:

On Saturday night I stayed up late and jacked off to, of all things, a comic book. I was reading a trade paperback of stories from the DC comic book Gen 13. The art is over-the-top adolescent comic-book fantasy stuff, and although I can't really say it was the thing I was fantasizing about, it was definitely part of what got me in the mood.

On Tuesday, I did one in the easy chair fairly late. I was reading Barbach again.

Last night I was in bed early again. I finished Barbach, unfortunately right in the middle of things, so I had to rummage under the bed for some more traditional fare. Lusty Letters or something similar from a sex shop 3-pack. Got the job done, though.

Friday, June 06, 2003

Well, as you can see, I've been gone for a bit. I have been thinking about this blog and it's purpose and trying to decide whether to keep doing it or not.

I started this as a way to answer a question for myself. I've always had this sneaking worry that I masturbate too much. I've wondered if I needed to cut down or be concerned. Posting about it was a way for me to keep track of what I was doing and how often, and making it public would make it harder to blow it off, since I was writing for an audience (no matter how small).

Now I feel like it's served its purpose. Looking back, I feel a lot more comfortable with the frequency of my sessions. I came here today with the intention of cancelling the blog. Then, I discovered that there was a comment on my last post. It was a real question. Somebody seemed at least marginally interested in what I'd written. I checked the stats, and there have been at least one or more people looking at the site every day since my last post, a week ago last Wednesday.

That changes things. If people are reading this and getting something out of it, then maybe there is a real audience. Maybe I do need to keep writing. So here's the deal. If you read this blog, let me know. Comment on this post or a previous one. Send me an e-mail (clicking the CONTACT link above). Tell me that I've amused you or made you wonder. If I get a response from this, I'll know it's not in vain, and I'll keep it going.

Since I don't want to scroll this from the top of the page, I'll give a rapid recap of the last 9 days in my sexual life (what I can remember, anyway):
Thursday, 5/29/2003, morning - I was lucky enough to have a morning off, and I spent it sleeping, reading and having a good time. Only masturbated once, though.

Thursday, 5/29/2003, late night - I "christened" our new easy chair in the living room. Not literally. I was very careful. :-)

Sunday, 6/1/2003, night - The Wife and I had very athletic, very satisfying sex. 23 days and 14 masturbation sessions since the last time.

Monday or Tuesday, 6/2 or 6/3/2003 - I honestly can't remember when, but I'm sure I tossed off in bed once this week, and it was before Wednesday, so there you are. Obviously, it wasn't very memorable.

Wednesday, 6/4/2003, late night - Once more in the easy chair before bed.

Wednesday, May 28, 2003

Nothing happened Sunday. On Monday night, I went to bed first and sneaked in a quick one. For some reason, I had a terrible time falling asleep. I tossed and turned. It was very frustrating. Finally, about 1:30 am, I pulled off again (reverse grip to start, a good low-motion choice) and was able to fall asleep. Say what you want about masturbation. For men, it's as good as a sleeping pill!
Friday night I got caught! I'd closed the bedroom door while The Wife sat in the living room watching TV. I was really getting close to the big finish when she opened the door. I ended up going to sleep without the "consummation devoutly to be wished".

Saturday morning, though, I got to sleep in. We had family visiting. I was able to do the job properly. The story I was reading in Barbach was unusually raunchy. Most of the stories in the book are sort of nebulous and floaty. This read more like a well-written Penthouse Forum letter. Quite satisfying.
Last Thursday I was lucky enough to have the morning off, so I got two nice relaxed sessions in. It's so nice to have the house to myself, you know?
It's times like these I wish Blogger allowed you to re-date items.

Last Wednesday (5/28) I did the basic at bedtime, using Barbach and a handkerchief.

Monday, May 19, 2003

Well, there's a mystery solved.

I've been using Google Alert to keep track of any mention of masterjack in Google's database (apparently, there's a German pop band with that name. I'm getting a lot about them). Anyway, I just read a past e-mail with a link to this item on I'm guessing this is where the spike in hits came from. Thanks guys!
Saturday morning, The Wife got up early to work out to a new exercise video. I stayed in bed and worked out to Erotic Interludes again. Another lesbian story. Yum.

I went to bed just after midnight this morning, and went for my basic low-motion technique. I didn't so much fantasize as reminisce, I guess. I started thinking about old porn movies I'd watched in college, and with images from Bratgirl and Bimbo Bowlers from Boston bouncing around my head, I soon finished off and hit the hay.

I also gave myself a little tension-reliever in the shower this morning. Nothing spectacular there.

Wednesday, May 14, 2003

Last night started out basic, but as I approached the pinnacle, I reached up and pinched my left nipple. I intended to just give it a little tweak, but I kept pinching harder and harder until, by the time I climaxed, I was squeezing as hard as I could. Mind-blowing.