Inconvenience stores

Posted in Random stuff about sex with tags , , , on March 21, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Supermarkets. In the States I believe their called Convenience Stores. Well, how about a little more convenience?

I felt horny as hell as I walked into the supermarket this morning. It wasn’t  afetish for semi skimmed milk, tinned lentils or laundry softener that got my cock stiffening, nor the fantasy of getting sucked off in the Continue reading

Wake up call

Posted in Dreaming of sex with tags , , on February 28, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

When I woke, She was knelt over me, straddling my head, pinning me to the bed.
She ground Her Continue reading

Sinful Sunday wk 307

Posted in Sinful Sunday with tags , , on February 25, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

It’s a common image. At least in essence.

Sinful Sunday

My mission for Sinful Sunday is to not be obvious. Whilst it would be easy just to take a cock shot, the Continue reading

Not even one

Posted in Meet the Masturbator with tags on February 24, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

… and then there are days which start with an erection that feels like it’s been reinforced with steel, and Continue reading

Just one?

Posted in Random stuff about sex on February 23, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Sometimes you get half way through the day and find yourself thinking this could so easily be a Continue reading

A tissue of lies

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex on my own with tags , , , on February 21, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Not surprisingly, after the minimalist start to January, it didn’t take long into Feb for the box of tissues on my bedside table to run dry. The empty box told a barely spoken truth.
Then it seemed the only time I had to myself was in the shower for a couple of weeks, so it wasn’t an issue, and there was always the box my Wife keeps on Her side of the bed on the couple of occasions that I needed to Continue reading

Not about sex, but …

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , on February 17, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

I was angry.
Really angry.
Not at Her. Not about sex. I was angry at someone else, and about something far more important. And justifiably angry.

I was also Continue reading

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