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Return of the dissolute

Posted in Ball stretching, Porn, Sex on my own with tags , , , , on September 11, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

Until I started following Hyacinth’s blog, I don’t think I was really familiar with her titular, introspective adjective – dissolute. Hy is, I think it’s fair to say, proudly dissolute, in a league to which I can only aspire. I’m not as regular a reader as I used to be of her story, but it’s hard to think of a time when she hasn’t been fucking at least one guy [Ed: We can only wonder whether AM has jerked off to fantasies of being recorded as a notch on whatever remains of Hy’s bed post.]

But whilst I Hy has probably had more fucks every week of the last 2 years than I’ve had in total in the last two years, dissolute is still a label to which I can easily ascribe. For example …

We got back from the family holiday. As soon as we’re in the door, Continue reading

A harmless assumption

Posted in Dr Ruth, Fixing a broken marriage, Porn, Sex on my own on August 5, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

All men masturbate and most men watch porn.

They were bold assertions, and I’m sure Dr Ruth could quote data to back them up (possibly Kinsey or Janus or NATSAL). And whilst I’m a great believer that broad, loosely statistical statements are pretty meaningless without context, these two are not without benefit to me.

My Wife and I have Continue reading

Reprogramming

Posted in Dr Ruth, Fixing a broken marriage, Sex on my own, Sex with my wife with tags , , on July 29, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

Dr Ruth suggested it takes daily repetition for just 28 days to create new neural pathways in the brain. She was referring to behaviour changes but, as evidence, cited brushing your teeth – do it left handed twice a day for 28 days and you will be brushing ambidextrously.

Obviously, being a thorough dissolute, and despite my diligence when it comes to dental care, the twice-daily left-handed activity that came to mind first was …

… of course it was, Dear Reader!

We’re all familiar with the concept of The Left Handed Wank: assuming we’re right handed, the majority of us masturbate right handed. Swapping hands feels different – almost like someone else is playing with out bits – and who doesn’t enjoy that, right?!
Furthermore, I was reminded yesterday about another factor when I stumbled across this advice column.

… No more gripping your dick […]. From now on, whenever you masturbate, you’re going to jerk it with a light touch and few drops of lube. […] You gotta stop serving [your dick with] the kind of stimulation your dick has come to expect — the death grip — because the only way your dick will ever come to appreciate the subtler and damper sensations that vaginas provide is if you give your dick no choice. Give your dick what it’s used to, and your dick will be forever dependent on it. 

Sage advice!
Probably 5 or 6 years ago, when my Wife and I at least fucked occasionally, condoms were guaranteed contraception, as I really struggled to orgasm in Her quim whilst wearing one. [Ed: Subsequently, AM found better, thinner, more sensitive jonnies in the form of Okomoto 004, even if they were of insufficient diameter to be ideally suited to His girth.] Aware that perpetual masturbation also had a part to play, I told Her that I wanted my dick to be more used to Her pussy than my hand. Looking back, an equally valid solution might have been getting used to The Left Hand Wank …

… but I would certainly rather have been grinding deep into Her lovely, tight cunt than even in my less-than-familiar left fist.

This weeks Sunday Sin also plaid into my current thinking:
To feature my wedding ring needed a left hand wank. And if my Wife and I do ever fuck again, ejaculating literally hundreds of times in my hand since I last came in Her cunt, my dick is going to need reprogramming.

So, for the next 28 days, cum or no cum, twice a day I will be attempting to create new neural pathways.

Lost for words

Posted in Dr Ruth, Fixing a broken marriage, Sex on my own, Sex with my wife, Sexual politics, The Red Torsolette with tags , , , , , on July 4, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

Help me out, Dear Reader.
With over 800 posts published, I’m used to finding the right words, or at least words that roughly convey the thoughts trying to escape from my head.
But I’m stuck.
I can’t think of the right words.
So maybe you can?

I’m obsessing about Continue reading

Matches

Posted in Porn, Sex on my own, Sex with other people on May 6, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

For no good reason, I’m back browsing OKC. It’s not serious – I’m not actively looking for someone to date … or fuck … it’s just window shopping. And spending an hour or two reading through people’s sexual preferences at 5am on a Sunday morning is an interesting alternative to looking at porn when I’m having a wank. (Ok. I admit it. As I get close to Continue reading

Pendulum progress perception

Posted in Ball stretching, Sex on my own with tags , , , on March 26, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

Confirmation bias is a well known phenomenon when talking about politics (be that politics with a small p or a large P).
The brain plays similar tricks on us when it comes to healthcare: placebos have a profound, clinically proven effect.
And the same principles apply to self perception: no one asks Does my bum look big in this? if they don’t think it does. Nor do they truly believe it if they are told No!

With this in mind I stood staring at my naked self in the mirror. Are my Continue reading

Cleaning up my cum

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex on my own with tags , , , , on March 20, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

Usually it is me that does the bulk of the household chores: shopping, cooking, laundry, ironing, vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom, taking the recycling out … Not that I do so begrudgingly – my Wife spends hours each day commuting, sat in tedious meetings, writing policy, and keeps a roof very comfortably over our heads, so it’s only fair.

And it’s not like She doesn’t pull Her weight around the house. Many weekends She’ll find something I haven’t got to yet, and will do it Herself without comment or complaint. Occasionally I feel guilty that I’ve missed something, though considering all the troubles in Our marriage, it is important to note that that guilt is entirely and genuinely self imposed.

Except there is one chore I am very happy to see Her undertake.

Having slept in the spare room for around 4 months, I have Continue reading

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