Henry Daniels
Henry Daniels
Jul 28, 2012

They
say
    Playing with yourself
is bad, and it
will make you
Go blind...
They
       must
be
       Right.
Because
I can't see

a
  reason why I should stop doing it. :D

Digital masterbation,
Courtney Pruitt
Courtney Pruitt
Aug 29, 2014
Had you a viral video,
you’d watch it
more than once.

2. Instagram hearts
make you smile,
even from strangers.

3. Which would
you rather:
Sex
or
Zuckerberg
friending you
on Facebook.

No, this isn’t a Cosmo quiz —
it’s a social experiment.

Because no one ACTUALLY
answers these questions honestly
without looking like
that douche at the pool
trying to get as MANY
high fives as possible.

Yet, we all do it.
Alone or in public.
Day or night.
LED screen spice up our lives.

It was probably
best embodied
by that girl taking
selfie
after  
selfie
after
selfie
after
selfie,
filmed for minutes
on the way to school,
the video soon posted,
by her dad
trying to teach  her a lesson?
Or trying to get attention?
Either way, he might as
well have hashtagged it
#socialsuicide.

Like most humor
we laughed at her
because we are her.
We see a dripping
characterture
masterbating to
itself in public.

Wait, it,
sounds wrong
when you name it.

But there is
a name for it:

Digital masterbation,
aka
Self-adoration
aka
Narcississism.

You won’t agree
that you do it too.

But I’ll bet
most of you
get excited
thinking about
notifications too.

Why is that?

You’d never admit it.

You can say
I smelt it, so I dealt it.
Call me a preacher,
a hater, or a hypocrit.

But I'd rather you call me a
digital masterbater too.

And then remember the last
time you opened Instagram
or Facebook
or Twitter
and took a selfie
or hashtagged something
or posted a status
that your still breathing.

How long has it been —
a minute, an hour, a day?

Now try making fun of her.
masterbation brings you pleasure
gothic mistress
gothic mistress
Nov 19, 2010

no slavering kisses

like a dog on heat

no schoolboy fumble

wanting you to beat his meat.

no grope in the dark

or a letch to grab your tits

no rancid breath,nor sweaty skin

to grasp you in his mits.

just you and your fingers

and your own dirty vices

pure ecstacy of loving yourself

with your battery op devices.

it is all in the touch

the rhythm of your wrist

the way your body squirms

giving a wriggle to your hips.

a gasp n moan

masterbation brings you pleasure

frustrated tensions fade away

as you fiddle at your leisure.

reaching your crescendo

a throb a pant a sigh

eyes slightly misted

youre at your dizzying high.

copyright gothicmistress 2010

Andy KittySmasher
Andy KittySmasher
Jul 10, 2014

I close my eyes
And lick my lips
As Full hands
Turn into finger tips
They go down my side
Then over my thighs
The hands begin to undo
The laces on my shoe
Then the buttons on my pants
Maybe this is what they call romance
The hands know what's next
And what'll feel best
As they slip between my legs
The more my body begs
They stroke where it feels right
And my muscles become tight
When I finally I cum
And all of my body is numb
I finally open my eyes
And realize my body has told lies
For I lay in bed alone
With only hands of my own

#love   #self   #lust   #bed   #hands   #body   #like   #confusion   #intensity   #masterbation  
Masterbation
DC raw love
DC raw love
Dec 31, 2014

Rationalization
Participation
Concentration
Manipulation
Devastat­ion
Frustration
Delegation
Completion
Direction
Addiction
Motovation
Contraction­
Perfection
Election
Connection
Commotion
Lotion
Jubilation
Reval­uation
Fibulation
Continuation
Population
Sensation
Complication
­Allegation
Temptation
Masterbation
Proustitution
Execution
Desert­ion

I'm having great masterbation sessions, too
MusKRAT
MusKRAT
Mar 1

told her that I think she is perfect

then I set her as my profile picture

I feel more vulnerable, but at least I feel I have some things answered

and things are affecting me less, like I developed a layer of skin

I'm learning to love myself, I think

I'm having great masterbation sessions, too

I use heated lube

and it feels great, I let myself bask in it, the indulgence

and I'm feeling okay

Were the same person so its not gay its masterbation .
alebastard jones
alebastard jones
Feb 28, 2014

I'm only agressive because u made me this way . Every day u insist upon calling me gay .
But we are one so don't try to fight this Sensation. Were the same person so its not gay its masterbation .

When there's a time machine im gonna go back in time and make love with my younger self. don't hate on me its masterbation.
themselves, beat, of silence, song, of masterbation, of lubrication, beat, of the time in a
MusKRAT
MusKRAT
Feb 15

songs, senses pleasing themselves, beat, of silence, song, of masterbation, of lubrication, beat, of the time in a shift in conversation, expression, in the birds, who do it instinctually, to people, who do it as sponges, yes.  we are all spongbob, hurting and dancing and blowing bubbles, ready, ready, ready

so fast like food, sex and masterbation
Chaz Kirshcmann

what are we really doing?
with the lives that we are given
it comes and goes
so fast like food, sex and masterbation
we feel like we need more

we are meant for more
something that never gives us that satisfaction
the pleasure of never giving in
pushing and pushing and pushing till the we are dead

the earth, planets, universe and god will never end.

So many victims fallen to masterbation
Drifton A Way
Drifton A Way
Sep 2, 2013

A cosmic ray dispersed into creation
Tail wagging upstream with elation
So many victims fallen to masterbation
Anxious seed sprouting with incubation

Privileged To exist
we have no choice
Growing like a cyst
No time to rejoice

Cognitive effort to grasp us being alive
Ponder the place from where we derive
Reasons for life and why we must strive
Are we honeybees with earth as our hive
Pray to the heavens for when we"ll arrive
Greeted with a smile and god"s high five

Effortlessly we all continue to live and be
Subconsciously evolving the human tree
Temporarily renting this vessel of a body
Surreptitiously evading death to be free

 
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