Early days...
I thought that I'd be self-indulgent for a moment (For a moment? What the fuck is the rest of the Blog??? Ed.) and go back to describe my early sexual experiences - the ones that formed me as a sexual being.
My first experiences of a sexual frisson were all onastic - I discovered that pressing my willy gave me pleasurable feelings when I was about 10. I then developed that into something more sexual over the next couple of years. Pornography (of the Penthouse variety) entered into the equation at about 12 or 13. I suppose that I discovered it at one of my uncle's houses. We had a very liberal upbringing - parents smoking pot (I could roll a mean joint aged 10...) and sex was far from a taboo subject. I had two bachelor uncles, who would leave their Playboys lying around. No-one would blink an eyelid if I picked one up and read it.
Thus, my early sexual focus was very visual - probably not healthy for a male (we are very visual - as opposed to cerebral - in our sexual stimuli).
As I once told Virgin Slut, my masturbation has always been a stolen moment, a furtive act. It has therefore tended to be a very clinical experience - though one backed by wild fantasy - how to get one's rocks off in the minimum amount of time. Wild fantasy? Well anything from very plain vanilla stuff to the craziest shit that you can imagine. Domination, ladyboys, submission, bondage, mind control - fucked up stuff (though to be fair this is not common - I am pretty catholic in my tastes even if I can be very eclectic).
To be continued...
My first experiences of a sexual frisson were all onastic - I discovered that pressing my willy gave me pleasurable feelings when I was about 10. I then developed that into something more sexual over the next couple of years. Pornography (of the Penthouse variety) entered into the equation at about 12 or 13. I suppose that I discovered it at one of my uncle's houses. We had a very liberal upbringing - parents smoking pot (I could roll a mean joint aged 10...) and sex was far from a taboo subject. I had two bachelor uncles, who would leave their Playboys lying around. No-one would blink an eyelid if I picked one up and read it.
Thus, my early sexual focus was very visual - probably not healthy for a male (we are very visual - as opposed to cerebral - in our sexual stimuli).
As I once told Virgin Slut, my masturbation has always been a stolen moment, a furtive act. It has therefore tended to be a very clinical experience - though one backed by wild fantasy - how to get one's rocks off in the minimum amount of time. Wild fantasy? Well anything from very plain vanilla stuff to the craziest shit that you can imagine. Domination, ladyboys, submission, bondage, mind control - fucked up stuff (though to be fair this is not common - I am pretty catholic in my tastes even if I can be very eclectic).
To be continued...
posted by Salvatori at 9:17 am
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