Cheyenne Baker
Cheyenne Baker
Nov 11, 2015

I can hear you in the other room,
your pounding heart
and your pounding fist,
one pounds in your chest,
one pounds on your dick.
You think you are quiet
but really, you aren’t -
your heavy breathing
penetrates the walls
and whispers into my ears:
“I’m not sorry for doing this”.

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

I listen
and I hear
the sound
of a radio
that is off
the station
and I don't
make a move
to fix it while
I sit here involved
neck deep in
mental masturbation.

a ditty
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  
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.
Styles
Styles
Oct 7, 2014

Pussy moisten, panties wet.  
Petite round tits, nipples swollen stiff.  
Dick hard and fully erect; his girth is thick.  
Long length, curved at the tip; tight fit.  
Silk boxers on the floor, panties next.  
Naked bodies, both so magnificent.  
Slippery, silky smooth tongue slid,  
up and down her slit.  
Lips pressing her hood.  
Under it, her exposed clit,  
glistens with spit,  
Hot breath and warm licks  
encircling her tip.  
She's rolling her hips,  
to the beat of the tongue licking it.  
Fingers gripping her long nipples; pink.  
Twisting her nips, then pinched  
squeezing them numb,  
between his fingers and thumb.  
her moans, turned high pitched  
Tongue flicking, sucking, as he rubs,
She tugs on his pulsating Dick.  
Waves of pleasure whip through his core,
ending at his tip.    
Just as quick,  
orgasms rip, through her thick hips;  
As he cums.  
Her tension shifts,  
from her stomach,  
to the core of her hips.  
Her creamy silk liquid drips,
fluids flowing, fingers sliding,  
between her pussy lips.  
He licks his lips clean,
cleaning off her salty drips.  
Body frozen stiff,  
She's shuddering;  
spasms of orgasms,  
riveting her hips.  
He lays at her side,  
her wild side subsides,  
she's relishing the fix.

#romance   #sex   #sexy   #hot   #explicit   #oral   #pleasure   #masterbate  
jeffrey robin
Mar 25, 2014

^**^
----

Ancient

The subtle moment

The long standing

The reason

••

Darkness is the obliteration
Of the SOURCE of light

••

( the lie )

••

The obliteration of Love's possibility

••

They sat naked in a big circle

And masterbated together

before each other

But the next day they still felt like strangers

••

10 years later they were still strangers

Though they masterbated together

All that time

••

In the meantime the EARTH died

••

Ancient

Subtle

Wisdom

Long standing

Reason

••

Standing naked midst our outright lies

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

Deepening Wells
Deepening Wells
Nov 22, 2015

I'm your pimp, I'm your pope, I'm your pastor baby
Confess your sins to me while you masterbate.

The valley by Miguel.
I'm not sure why but these are my favorite lyrics in the song.
 
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