URNotAlone

masturbating in the 21st century

January 17th, 2007 3:38 am MST

i was watching the discovery channel or some such informational channel (g4 maybe?, but i never watch that, anyway...), and there was a documentary on the internet being wired for sex. not only as a conduit to a plethora of pornographic images (which i have no doubt partaken in and, rumors have it, contributed to), but also as a means to facilitate sex. let me reiterate, to facilitate sex, as in, make it easier to have sex.

from an archaelogical and public health standpoint, one scholarly looking technology expert (read: big geek who is no doubt big in his world) stated, provides a great alternative, both in complimentary and supplementary ways, to how sex was administered in the past. the internet replaces the seedy adult video store, the seedy phone sex operators, and those seedy peep show booths.

but from my standpoint, an exhibitionist voyeur, the internet is a veritable playground filled with other kinky perverts such as myself. the trick is to find the good looking ones. because then you can take that supplement to great sex and turn it into a compliment to great sex. let's face, despite what scholarly technology expert says, sex in the real world always trumps internet sex. internet sex is, after all, just masturbating.

which brings me to the topic for the evening, masturbation. if you're an exhibitionist fetishist like me, a webcam and an internet connection leads to a lot of masturbating. my masturbation rituals have just gotten way more involved than most people daily routines. but that much masturbation always carries with it that occasional sweet prize of really amazing orgasms. that sort of orgasm that sneaks up on you. the sort of orgasm you never knew you can have. that sort of orgasm you know you can build on. that sort of orgasm that takes you to such another world that your left with your legs wide open, webcam connected to a room full of strangers in a chatroom, half your sexy outfit already dangling off your sweaty body, pistoning a thick eight inch pink dildo
in and out of you, whimpering out loud in a quiet neighborhood, but you just don't care because the orgasm just keeps rolling and rolling and taking you to heights of pleasure that make your legs quiver. and you think you've had enough, so you take off your drenched lace thongs, legs displayed beautiful in their high heeled boots, short denim pleated skirt hike up on my waist, ass prominently displayed out, when you see the dildo and wonder if the room can take another round. so, like a porn star with a captive audience, you bend over and place the dildo back deep inside you. in, out, faster and faster, another wave of orgasms, sending quivers down my legs, making it difficult to stand. so you bring your legs together, and pound away on your own ass grabbing your legs for support, spewing out with each orgasmic thrust, juices running down my stockings.

so, umm, yeah. that was last night. just wanted to share that with someone. i came like i never came before. over and over, and over, and over, and over, again. it was insane. if you saw it, you're welcome. if you didn't see, sorry i didn't take pictures. but, give me a good reason to do it again, and i might.

i like getting off. its fun. now only if i make this into a profitable career without cutting into my boy time. oh, well. at least i'm doing my part to add quality amateur smut to the internet.