On Becoming Otto E Rotik

I am now and have been SoloSexual for many years. To put this in perspective, in the time leading up to my current status, I have had intercourse with approximately 75 women and many others in some sort of masturbatory situation. In my mind it was a lot but in others it would be just a drop in the bucket. And so it begins…

At 23 I was thrust into the role of a single father with a son still in diapers. When at the grandparents or when older, weekends with school friends. I was able to start having sex times with the ladies.  My job at the beach, although poorly paying, allowed me to never miss a game or school event throughout his lifetime. I taught him to surf by 4 and by 6 he was competitive. Many nights when the swell was choice, he and I would surf until sunset.  

At 36 I fell in love and married. We had 2 children, yet she divorced me after she found someone else who had more material things to offer her and she left me penniless for several years after. [On the plus side she did say all I was good for was sex…I’ll take that as a backhanded compliment, though at the time it hurt.]

At 42 I met a college girl who I spent occasional weekends with and upon graduation we decided to move in for a short time until she would leave to get her masters and doctorate. We knew and had discussed the end, how we could never be and knew that day would come. We got a place together, with her parents' blessing. The move together, however,  became a strain. Her jealousy of my job as a lifeguard and my role as a parent were constant causes for argument. 6 months passed with no end in sight. I began thinking over how different life could have been had I not needed the touch of a woman. I left one morning with my bag and a left behind a note saying I was leaving to go free diving off of Elbow Cay in the Bahamas. We had fought about that as well.

In the end, I dreaded coming home. I called and with no answer I went to the apartment. All of her belongings…furniture, clothing and all were gone. The feeling of relief was immense. That night the kids came over and for once felt at ease.

One evening, as I went to pick up my son, I had an epiphany of sorts as I vowed to give up time with women [though I did add the stipulation, I needed to masturbate] if I could get custody of my son, who had always wanted to be with dad. With no idea of what I would say, I made a miracle offer, she accepted and so my SoloSexual life began.  Although tempted, as if testing my resolve, I resisted. On two occasions, although minor, I gave in and knew I was wrong and asked for forgiveness from my unknown God.  Once my son left for college I felt my vow could now come to an end, since he was mostly on his own. Yet the fear of breaking my vow remained. I did my share of titty and pussy play with women and enjoyed the reciprocation, but never allowed myself intercourse.  By the time he had graduated with his masters and went out on his own, then and only then could my vow come to an end.  

In paraphrasing Led Zeppelin, ‘my freedom I hold dear’. I could no longer give it up and turned to the pleasure of SoloTouch where I eventually became a member and assumed the name Otto E Rotik.