Masturbation Night

Every Tuesday and Thursday is my masturbation night. Estrella works late these nights, and comes home so exhausted that sex is generally out of the question. While I guess that I could feel disappointed to be deprived of nookie twice a week, I actually feel thankful for it.

I would say that under normal circumstances, I get at best two orgasms per day. Abnormal circumstances include freak hormone surges, group play, and when the scene we're playing requires more semen than two orgasms might produce. But, usually, two is the max. And most of the time, one is about all I can handle.

If I jerk off when Estrella is available, I feel like I'm denying her sex. I feel like she wants sex as much as I do and enjoys it as much (if not more). Since I have a limited number of orgasms to offer on any given day, it feels selfish to spend what has a pretty good chance of being my sole orgasm pleasuring myself. However, Estrella's occasional work-induced abstinence saves me from the feelings of guilt I have at depriving her of my precious bodily fluids.

Tonight the plan is to go home and get naked immediately. I'll probably have a smoke as I fire up the web browser and hit Literotica. I usually prefer stories to visual stimulation. As Holly pointed out in the post I linked below, there's plenty to hate about porn.

But, I really prefer erotica to porn because I'm such a verbal, linguistic person. Certainly, reproduced captured photons of a nice, smooth cock sliding into a wet, dripping cunt does evoke arousal. But, the words I just used to describe it get me way more excited than the picture itself ever would.

I remember, as a pubescent boy, masturbating to unillustrated sex ed handouts and encyclopedia entries.