The time of thinking that masturbating will make you go blind, or make hair grow on the palms of your hand have passed, so why do so many women still have a hard time admitting they pleasure themselves?
Not only is it a good way to learn what your body likes, but it’s a good way to learn what your secret soul wants too. I mean, I fantasize when I masturbate, don’t you? So what do you fantasize about? Is it something you might actually try some day, or maybe just someone you know?
Plus, it’s sexy as hell.
If you doubt that masturbation is sexy, then try doing it in front of your lover. Or have them do it in front of you. A favourite scene off mine is a mutual masturbation scene in My Prerogative. But for this post I think a scene from PRIMAL MALE is better suited. Read on, and see just how sexy masturbation can be.
Drake woke up with a killer hard-on. Not the normal, half-hard lazy kind either. Before he even opened his eyes he was aware of the hot blood filling his dick and making it throb to the beat of his heart. Without thought he palmed his shaft and began to stroke. There was no soft touch, no gentle tease. His grip was firm and his strokes sure as he pumped his fist up and down. Everything was centered on his groin and pre-come oozed from the slit at the tip. His thumb skimmed over the top and he gasped at the sensation that ripped through him.
The image of Melissa filled his mind. She was on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his cock, her nails digging into his naked thighs as she worked him over. She’d be good at it, he knew it. Her wide eyes looking up at him as she cupped his balls, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips shiny and slick as they moved up and down his shaft. It was too much for him, the sight of her, the feel of her, the sensations as fire rushed through him and pooled in his cock. He was going to explode.
His fist tightened and he focused on the ridge under the head. He was whole-handing it now, fingers curled, palm cupping and caressing the sensitive head with each stroke, tighter, faster. His chest heaved as he fought for breath and in his mind he saw his hands sink into a cloud of caramel hair as he took charge. He cupped Melissa’s head and held her still as he began to fuck her willing mouth. His cock throbbed, his back arched, and his hips lifted off the bed as a groan tore from his throat and pleasure ripped through him, spewing from his body in a hot stream that hit his chest and belly.
