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What is your favorite slang expression for masturbation?
I'm not a big fan of any of 'em. "Masturbation" is the word I use in my head for what I do. "Make myself come" is second. Elsewhere in book one, I say "hand job", but it's a phrase I have to force myself to say. "Wank" is a nice happy word that I use here occasionally just to break up the monotony.
Have you tried masturbating both "wet" (with lube) and "dry" (without lube)?
Yes. Both ways have their pluses and minuses. When I was younger I felt I needed some kind of lubricant. I usually used soap, which was an excruciatingly painful mistake.
These days I more commonly go without--or make my own. Cowper's gland fluid (clear pre-ejaculate) is plenty enough--and the longer I make it last, the more of it I produce.
Have you tried masturbating with a condom?
Yes. There was a time I preferred it that way, because it seemed easy to cleanup. Eventually I realized that wanking in the shower was easier yet. It has an interesing texture, but only as an occasionaly change of pace. (This comment is for all those women who assume that the only reason Hubby would keep condoms is if he's having an affair.)
Do you usually masturbate with clothes on or off?
Off, definitely. To get the most out of any sexual experience, I feel compelled to get completely naked. I suppose that makes it harder to do it on the spur of the moment. Getting naked requires more planning, more privacy, more of a "production".
Think of it as making a commitment to one's art.
If you were in the middle of a masturbation session and suddenly realized you were being watched, what would be your immediate reaction?
That would depend on who was watching, and how close to orgasm I was. If I suddenly realized , in the middle of a typical wank, that I was being watched, then there is no point pretending I was doing anything other than what I was doing. After all, I've just told you I usually strip naked.
I'd like to think I'd have the will and presence to go ahead and finish what I was doing, and let them be the uncomfortable intruder, do the honorable thing and leave.
Realistically, though, I doubt I would have the nerve. I'd freeze in terror and embarrassment.
Is the idea of getting walked in on while masturbating a deterrent or a turn-on?
Deterrent.
And turn-on.
Do you think it's okay for a person to masturbate in a public restroom, behind a closed stall door?
I hope so. *Ahem* You relieve yourself your way, and I'll relieve myself my way. (I said I usually masturbate naked, not that I always do.)
Hm. Now that just brought to mind an interesting mental picture. Ladies' restrooms sometimes have antechambers furnished with vanities, benches, chairs, and other items for women not in immediate need of a restroom, intended for relaxation when experiencing particularly intense cramps. What if a need to masturbate were considered "male trouble", and men's rooms had extra stalls furnished as "sitting rooms" for that purpose?
Have you ever masturbated outdoors?
Oh, yes. Often. Not often enough.
What's the strangest place you've ever masturbated in?
A movie theater. It was an old-style single-screen theater (ask your parents), with an actual raised stage and curtains. Everybody has made out while watching a movie: But how many people have stripped naked and masturbated on stage?
Don't look at me like that. It was after hours, the house was empty. I was the manager on duty. But in my imagination, it was *ahem* standing room only.
Where was the most public place in which you've masturbated to orgasm? Describe the incident and what led up to it. I'm sure I shouldn't say.
Typically, I don't masturbate in public places. When I'm approaching orgasm, I'm in no state to be keeping an effective look-out. And is it a public place if the public isn't there at the time?
Oh, all right. In the middle of the sales floor in a mall bookstore.
In my defense, it was after hours, and I was the last to leave (I was the manager on duty), so I was alone in the store. Although the doors into the mall were floor-to-ceiling glass, I was sitting/laying on the floor behind a huge shelving gondola. Most of the lights (except the 24-hour security lights) were off. I wasn't visible from the front of the store: No passing guard could have seen me.
And, yes, I was stark naked, although at this late date I don't remember just how far from my clothes I'd had the nerve to go. I think I left them on the floor in the last row, and I'd crept forward two or three rows from there (risking exposure in the long front-to-back central aisle for the split second it took to move from one row to the next).
There was a limit how far forward in the store I could go. It wasn't a large store, and only the back half had shelves tall enough to stand (well, crouch) behind and be out of sight of the front of the store. Forward of that were the sale tables, waist-high at best. I wasn't nearly courageous enough to risk that.
What do you think about when you masturbate?
Well, I don't usually fantasize. When I masturbate, it's because I'm already aroused, and I don't need the addition of a fantasy to become enough so to continue. Often I don't think about anything at all: I just go blank and enjoy the mindlessness of it. That said...
Masturbating, or being masturbated, before an audience, or in a public place, is Unsettling Fantasy Number One.
And the extreme of that situation is when it is an audience of one, my Partner in Crime. Yes, really. I'm either wishing she were doing it instead, or wishing she were watching. I fantasize that, just as the Moment of Truth has arrived, just as it becomes inevitable that I'm about to climax, the door opens...
Or else my eyes have been closed for several unmeasurable minutes, and as the first shudder overtakes me, they open... and I see her standing there, watching for I have no idea how long, and I cannot call back my orgasm...
My breath catches in my throat, as I sit on the floor, eyes wide, mouth open, hand around my dick, come just beginning to spurt onto the floor. I gaze up into her surprised eyes in a moment of eternal orgasic shock, and she meets my gaze with... what?
What is she thinking?
What would you think?
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