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Sinful Sunday 248 – Halfway up the stairs

Posted in Sinful Sunday with tags , on June 22, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

Halfway up the stairs, there’s a stair where I sit
There isn’t any other stair quite like it
It’s not at the bottom, it’s not at the top
And when I want to have a wank it is where I like stop

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Self appreciation

Posted in Meet the Masturbator with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 18, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

As I sat spinning the cogs of untaxing work, my mind inevitably wandered off to the sticky back streets of the debauched red light district in my head. By way of a small diversion, rather than a cigarette-break, or a screen-break, an hour or so earlier I had had a sex-blog break. (Combined with pretty satisfyling cum-break.) Amongst the smut I invoked upon my computer screen, two particular things piqued my interest.

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Bored bored bored

Posted in Meet the Masturbator with tags , , , on June 22, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

I’m bored. I’ve got a shed load of work to do and it’s about as boring as it can possibly be. It requires less than 1% of my attention. Where do you suppose the other 99% of my mind is, Dear Reader?

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Failure

Posted in Sex with my wife with tags , , , , on January 14, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

Forgive me Reader, for I have wanked. It has been 7 days since my last ejaculation.

Having had regular, good sex for something over approaching a month, it had to come to an end sooner or later. The regular, and the good.

The last week we’ve both been quite tired or out independantly for social occasions so one of us has usually been asleep before the other made it to bed. So no sex. Not a big deal.

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Who are you and what have you done with my wife?

Posted in Sex with my wife with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 1, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

New Years Eve we took the miss-fitting lingerie back to exchange it for the correct sizes. It turns out the briefs and thong did fit, but the suspended belt and torselette needed to go up one size. And I was right about Her lovely tits being a C-cup, but I guess when you’ve spent 3 decades staring at every cleavage possible (I’m a bad person, I know) that you start to get a sense when a bra fits. Continue reading

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