Masturbation Month is Over, but Masturbating is NOT!

May has drawn to a close, but that doesn’t mean it’s time to stop talking about masturbation. As a matter of fact, it may be our civic duty, as sex-and-jerking-off positive people, to keep talking about it all year long, to spread the good word that spreading your legs or cheeks or whatever to make yourself feel great is… great. This little note comes from reader Dave, who has one of the coolest masturbation stories I’ve heard.

Just briefly, I’ve always loved masturbation, every since my first successful attempt in the bath at the age of 14 (ok, so I started kinda late). I guess I’m probably at it more often than the average chap. Pretty much daily I’d suggest. Over the years I have developed quite a strong interest in what I’ve heard refereed to as a ‘ danger wank’. I like the idea of potentially getting caught, possibly being watched and indulging in manual arousal in unusual locations, ideally wearing as little as possible, if anything.
I’ll start with a short tale. I’ve lived in 2 different houses in 2 years that back onto one another. In the first house, in the first year I became friendly  with the neighbours, a couple in their early forties (i was in my early twenties) and occasionally helped the wife out with her small decorating business.
In the second year, in the second house, the room I was stayting in, at the back of the house, faced the back of their house directly. It soon became clear that at night, with lights on, my room was like a stage. The neighbours wife had a habit of smoking out the back bedroom window, and it wasn’t long before I was spending a couple of houts most nights putting on a little show for my neighbour.
She seemed to enjoy it (she never left until the show was over), and I enjoyed it hugely! The funny thing was that we often bumped into eachother around town, and even though we both knew exactly what was going on, neither of us ever let on or even mentioned it. On one occasion we had a nice chat in the local mini market and less than an hour later she was casually spectating as I stood by the window naked, stroking myself off. It was a really great year and I was disappointed to move away, but such things can’t last forever I guess.

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