Masturbation

[Tanuki Racoon]

I've decided to create a comprehensive masturbation survey. I wanted to ask many more questions but I'm only allowed three. If you're brave you can share details here. This is similar to a previous question I asked, but we have many new members. And it was a popular subject.

Everyone here seems to like my surveys and it's been awhile, so I thought I'd give your hands something to do.

[Tanuki Racoon]

I'm right handed because everyone should add that detail to your long-form reply.

I discovered it when I was a kid of around 12 quite by accident. I was sheltered then -- and it was well before the joy of the Internet. I was in the shower, and I was adjusting the water getting ready to flick it from "tub" to "shower" mode. I bent over to pick up soap, or unplug the drain, or something (don't remember), and the water coming out of the spigot hit me just in the right spot and I was like "OH! WOW!" It went very well and I wasted lots of water over the next few days. I finally figured out I didn't need the water and I could do it in bed. I ruined lots of underwear, let me tell you. It got better once I found out you could use something to reduce friction. It was my "dirty secret" and I never told anyone about it. Back then I never really thought about anything except how good it felt and how fast I could make it happen again. I was much older before I realized if you thought about someone it was even better.

There. A true raccoon story.

[Camy]

[DesDownunder]

To be truthful, I have to say both "It just happened" and "Someone showed me"

How is that possible? Well I was having a great time cuddling my pillow rather humpingly, when it just happened.

I thought I had broken my pee-pee. Then I realised what had occurred and my pillow became my first long-time companion.

I was particularly pleased when it wore its smooth satin pillow case.

A few weeks later one of the guys at my highschool showed me that hands were capable of holding more than just a pen is.

Frequency is as often as desired, but never less than weekly and never weakly. I guess having a partner keeps the activity subdued.

The list of fantasies is quite long. At my age I have a large stored archive of memories to call upon, including beauties I spied during the day as well as just doing it for the sheer fun of it. Hormones don't have a brain of their own, they use mine.

One thing I am certain of is that not holding off, or not restraining from realising the release of pressure of the rising pleasure, is not only not a sin, but very, very unhealthy. Minimum requirements are every third day, but more is acceptable, if not desirable.

When all else goes wrong, I advise that balancing your life on the end of your pen is the way to get the best solution to the hard problems in front of you.

Personally I think public masturbation should be compulsory at least once a month, preferably on crowded public transport vehicles. I am certain that this would do away with many people's misconceptions.

[Cole Parker]

Is anyone else amazed that no one, not a single person, fantasizes about their partner? Why not? I can think of several reasons why that might obtain, but it's all supposition.

As for this mandatory bus business, the seats and hand straps are already sticky enough. Jeeze! And I assume you'd make this a universal thing and not restrict the activity to males. I wonder if there would be a special section of the bus set aside for this, so when the driver said, "Move to the rear of the bus, please," it would take on a whole new meaning.

Would the proper etiquette be to drape a towel over it, or allow everyone to see?

If it was mandatory, this could mean the heavily endowed would be stroking away next to the terribly tiny. One can only speculate on the effect that might have on the egos of the participants. I mean, you have your expectations, but what if it doesn't work the way you'd predict it to? You have the huge guy, stroking away, and the mite next to him. What if the mite comes first, while the giant can't see to get his pud to pop? And what if he can perform to expectations, but his volume is meager compared to the mite, who has to bring a bucket with him to control the effluent? Talk about turning the tables, stereotype-wise!

Is it proper to stare at the guy across the aisle who whacking his whopper, or is averting your eyes recommended? Or is that strictly a cultural or regional thing? What prevails in Poughkeepsie is verboten in Vegas? Is where ones eyes can focus in the barrios of South Central different than in the Norwegian enclaves in Minnesota?

Is it polite to ask the bus driver to join in, or is he precluded by law from such activities while on duty?

There is a lot to think about here. Des, I think you should write up a list of instructions that is to be posted at bus stops so prospective passengers know what to expect, how to behave, and whether to bring a towel or if one will be provided.

C

[DesDownunder]

Cole the last thing we want is rules and regulations for pubic release on public passenger vehicles.

The whole idea is to do away with etiquette, not invent more. Once people see they have the same desires they will join in and not feel intimidated.

In this enlightened era, buses would be full of people who understand the differences you raise.

In my experiences of orgy rooms, no one seems to care about size, volume, or be disturbed by gazing at the participants.

Everyone is doin' it for their health, so no one would be embarrassed. And remember a friendly smile will earn you much gratuitous goodwill.

Smile while you jack, and the world jacks and smiles with you.

I certainly think that more people would leave their cars at home if they knew that buses and trains permitted spontaneous municipal masturbation sessions. Just think of the savings to the environment with all those cars being left at home, rather than have their fumes adding to pollution of the atmosphere.

Just think of the great atmosphere that we could have inside the bus or train.

Towels will not be necessary as I have found there is always somebody around willing to clean up the mess.

The driver of the vehicle will of course not want to join in because he is working, and no one wants to do that sort of thing at work, do they...or do they?

Perhaps we should be prepared and have a few signs made:

"Sorry this counter is unattended owing to the need to be wanking while working."

"Workmen at wank -drive past slowly."

"The butcher will be with you shortly, he is handling his meat."

"Your call is important to us and has been placed in a queue. One of our consultants will be with you as soon as they have finished wanking. Please push you own buttons if you feel turned on."

Get the idea?

[Camy]

In order:

Is anyone else amazed that no one, not a single person, fantasizes about their partner?

No. One does, but not exclusively as life would then be dull and mundane. Besides, the fantasy is part of the fun.

Is it polite to ask the bus driver to join in?

Very unsafe! As with sneezing: one closes ones eyes.

I'd like to point out I have no idea who 'one' is. He's certainly not me as I thought Wanking was a town in China ... isn't it?

[Rad]

Well I found out about masturbatiion by myself quite a coincidence too.

I was pretty sheltered when I was a kid...

The masturbation I knew back then was only "drilling the bed" It felt good though.

For the longest time I didn't know what I was doing only that it felt good.

Later on my friends told me about the right way to do it

[Steven Keiths]

I certainly think that more people would leave their cars at home if they knew that buses and trains permitted spontaneous municipal masturbation sessions. Just think of the savings to the environment with all those cars being left at home, rather than have their fumes adding to pollution of the atmosphere.

Des, always thinking of the environment. How noble.

I, however, do not think I'll be participating, maybe watching, but no hands on for me on a public transport. Hell, I have to hide my Teddy bear, I'm so shy.

[Anthony]

I discovered it by chance on my own in bed. I've never fantasised about anyone. Watching videos or looking at pictures does nothing for me. The only time I've done the equivalent of fantasise - and then only on two occasions - I've had a wet dream in which the guy I loved was touching me.

I'm 74 and the least frequent masturbation you allow is weekly: I do it less often than that but a lot more than never - honest.

[Camy]

I've never fantasised about anyone. Watching videos or looking at pictures does nothing for me.

Umm ... well, you could bowl me over with a feather.

If I was at school I'd be singing 'Liar, liar, your pants are on fire!' But as I'm not, and you're obviously not telling fibs, my only recourse is to be Gobsmacked!

Anthony, you don't know what you're missing ...

... or perhaps you have a secret 'something', and I don't know what I'm missing?!

Umm ... so Anthony, what - I hope you don't mind me asking - do you think of when you're ... well, you know ... wanking?

Camy - who would very much like to know.

[DesDownunder]

I can fill in while we wait for Anthony's answer.

When I was younger, fantasies never were a part of my ritual. I was more than happy to be fulfilled by the physical pleasuring itself, my mind totally obsessed with observing every pulsating nerve end of every extremity, of even the deepest core stirring within. No mind field of images were necessary or could have competed with the utmost satisfaction of the feelings, the joyous universality of impending explosions of the never to be underestimated revelations that my body would reveal to itself, to me and anyone nearby, in a blinding spurting splash of itself all over everything in sight.

However since my partner and I have aged, we leave the light off and fantasize of some distant youthful image that is still in our minds, of each other.

At least I hope he is thinking of me...

[Camy]

Thanks, Des.

I learn something new everyday ... obviously I'm going to have to have a go!