MASTURBATION Is The Ultimate Sexual Statement

Hi, I am a 61 year old very married male. Everything you are about to read is absolutely true. Of course I've read some of the other submissions and maybe they are true but they read like novels. That's fine and entertaining. This offering, however, is simply my attempt at a scholarly example with intention to enlighten and maybe help someone else enjoy their life as much as I do mine. It has taken me most of my life to shed inhibitions once imprisoning my mind. If I can make one reader happier this will have been worth the effort. Of course, if my narration gets anyone aroused....GOOD! (Footnote: The juicy stuff comes later.)

First off, I think we need a new word or words to replace or augment "masturbation," according to two dictionaries that I consulted. Some of what we do isn't masturbation in the dictionary sense. Example: When my wife slips her hand into her panties (an act guaranteed to get a RISE out of me) that is not masturbation by our reckoning, it is part of making love. Labeling, I think, misses the point. The phrase "If it feels good do it" is scientifically defensible. After all, you didn't create your own body, it came with all the bells and whistles necessary for feeling pleasure or pain. Let's take an unbiased look at that body and prove the point. Considering the human gestation period, a female could produce, roughly, one child per year. OK. Then why are we invested by nature with the ability and the desire to have sexual satisfaction AT LEAST 3 times a week? Also, If my state legislates that a girl must be 18 to have sex with anyone over that age, why did nature give pre-pubescent humans a raging sex drive?

I had a vasectomy many years ago. You could consider me a dildo with legs! You are living in an insane world, faced with defining your own sanity. Members of each generation are faced with the cruel task of un-learning the inhibitions emplaced by their inhibited forbearers. To illustrate how tough that can be: I suggested to an eighteen year old girl who stated she had intercourse with her boyfriend, that she had other options like going down on each other or masturbation. She looked at me as if I had lost every marble I owned. In her mind "missionary position fucking" was the only acceptable practice! It's "What everyone else is doing."

What does all this mean? It means YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN! MASTURBATION is the ultimate sexual statement of individuality. If you masturbate but feel guilty or bashful about it, picture someone catching you at it and saying anything negative. Now picture taking the offensive with a catchy retort like: "Whatsa matter, never seen a person ENJOYING themselves? By all means don't pause whatever you're doing. Let the judgmental intruder explain THEIR behavior. You have no reason to.

THE JUICY PART!!!!

My wife and I have been together for 16 years. She said she had experienced two orgasms prior to our meeting. She was 31 at the time. Both were by her previous husband using his fingers on her. Within two days of our first sexual contact she had an orgasm. She's never NOT had an orgasm since! In fact, she occasionally has two or three. She moans and hollers a lot too! Wow! How did I bring off this miracle? I didn't. She did. You see, by this time I had rid myself of many of the lies and much of the inhibition. I simply and calmly said that love-making was "feel good stuff and that masturbation could be shared and enjoyed and that her enjoyment was my enjoyment." I had only opened a window of opportunity for her. SHE entered. Now we do just about everything ever heard of but her favorite thing is to suck me while she vibrates her flower, sometimes with a skinny vibrator up her butt. She always comes first and sometimes twice, then she lies in the afterglow for a while then she goes down on me WITH GREAT ENTHUSIASM!

(Ever notice that in pornos, guys are....subdued?) Not ME! I get my fingers in her hair and she gets the whole thing and I holler like I was being tortured to death! All this because I encouraged her to masturbate a long time ago! You might wonder how, in a sex-hostile society, I got so liberated. Who knows?

NOW: MY LIFE'S STORY! (vastly abreviated)

I'm sharing this with you because it makes a strong statement and a strong indictment against the cruel, repressive, illogical and ignorant system that teaches anti-sex. I will not give the true names of the people I mention lest the "Thought Police" decide to exercise their unconstitutional prerogative.


Is it possible that without early brainwashing people might naturally develop into SEXUALLY HEALTHY PEOPLE? Not Homo- not hetero- but just SEXUAL?

One time, I had a miracle of sorts. A neighbor's niece, visited our rural neighborhood. I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on! I asked her if she would like to visit a sand pit about a half mile away. She said, "Sure." It was lust at first sight. I just knew that she wouldn't care for a guy like me but just fantasizing was wonderful. It was too long ago for me to remember tiny details but we were soon behind a mound of sand delighting the hell out of each other.  I do remember a lesson that we both learned: Girls/women should use kleenex and blot, not rub, their flowers. If you girls use toilet paper and rub, it makes little soggy balls between your labia which get stuck in your lover's teeth! I'm not making this up!

This girl visited the neighborhood twice for two weeks each. I fell in love with her. She was sweet, unselfish, horny and pretty. LESSON: You never Un-love a person. If they don't do you dirty, whenever you think of them in the future you will feel the same as ever. Now that I'm an old fart, when I think of her I want to go down on her again. (My wife said she would want to watch and masturbate.)

One more memory: Once we went swimming. The water made us feel horny even though it was so cold our teeth were chattering. Unfortunately, her mother was sitting on a dock about 30 yards away, reading a novel. We couldn't be all over each other as usual so we pulled down our bathing suit bottoms and fondled and peed on each other. The water was so cold that her pee felt hot! Yes, the memory is still fresh, still delicious. LESSON: We never thought of it that way but I now believe that we were having perhaps the best sex of our lives! Come to think of it, as long as the memory lives on, maybe we're still having sex!

On two separate occasions,  a woman approached me with sweet suggestions of "creative playing around". LESSON: It's curious to me that it was so often the FEMALE who first wanted to mess around.?

The last time this sort of thing happened,  girl from my neighborhood strolled up to me on a sidewalk, smiling, and asked if she could go down on me! If I was a cartoon character my jaw would have been laying on the sidewalk at that moment!!! It was a while before I could get my mind and my lips to synchronize. She stood smiling, waiting for a reply. Finally I regained the small amount of wits that I posessed at that time and told her that I thought that, if we did this thing, we would regret it. I'm not at all sure I did the right thing. I had no intention of hurting her feelings. On the contrary, I really thought that her "damaged reputation" would hurt her more but I'm still honestly in doubt. Maybe my rejection of her hurt more. LESSON: If it wasn't for the insane cultural taboos torturing us all, that incident would have gone the other way and we both could have enjoyed exploring each other's desires.

All the guys I knew that would mutually masturbate started to peter out (Pun intended.) at a certain point. Shame liberally applied, had done its rotten work. It's about this time that I experienced a lot of attention from middle-aged men. 

The last piece of family history starts sadly but turns very happy.

My wife, born in 1950, never knew she had a beautiful toy between her legs for many years. Her first sexual experience occurred when her boyfriend pointed it out with his cock and got her pregnant. He then hit the bricks, so to speak. She was married by a young man at a young age. (Marriage was his way to avoid a repeat tour of Vietnam. (I can appreciate his feelings. I was a military professional but I curse his method!) My wife almost died of peritonitis and he wouldn't even visit her in the hospital. Result: divorce.

My wife married again. The best that can be said for her husband is he didn't beat her. He did, actually, do something for her. He gave her an orgasm. This was done by fingering her pussy. This was repeated once more in their ten-year marriage. What a Guy! I think her orgasms were accidental on his part. (Two in ten years!?) I think he was just getting his jolly's playing with it. I cannot conceive of treating another human being like she has been treated. But, don't think I'm not painfully aware that either sex is capable of unlimited cruelty!

My wife has not perpetrated a cruelty on me or anyone else in our 16 years together. I am committed to making up for all those years she did without. A few years ago my wife learned that she enjoyed gawking at girls in the shopping malls as much as I did! So we gawked. She said that she got horney when she thought about Asian girls, especially one we were acquainted with who worked in a restaurant. At a birthday party, I saw the lady my sweetheart had indicated so I walked up to her and said, "Hi-----I thought you should know that my wife is horny for you." Unfortunately, this lady is highly heterosexual or inhibited because she blushed and pretended not to hear me. Because my wife and she had done a lot of hugging before upon meeting, I thought there was a chance. Damn! I sure would like to fulfill my lover's innermost desires. I'm fourteen years older than my wife and I don't like the idea of her being alone if anything happens to me. I think it would be wonderful to find my own replacement. My wife says she would prefer a woman, preferably Asian. I feel keen disappointment for not making that happen.

LESSON: LOVE IS WHEN YOU CARE MORE FOR ANOTHER THAN YOU DO FOR YOURSELF.

The thought that there are others out there who, like my wife, have been doing without, is why I wrote this autobiography. It is my way of waging war against those who would dictate what you do with your own body. By now you should realize that in the example of my wife that everyone used my wife's body, one way or another, except her. Now she touches herself and looks at the love in my eyes as she does. The reverse is true when I touch myself. Wow!

All of this because I simply opened the window of opportunity so my love could find ecstasy between her own legs. I wish a nice orgasm or two or three to everyone who reads this. Yes, I like the thought of that very much.

Gary