I Want Them Cut Off

One interesting call I had was from a man that wants his balls removed. He’s certainly not the first caller to make such a statement, either. He suffers from sexual anxiety. He hasn’t fucked his wife in over seven years, but he has an average sized penis. He can’t get erect and is a premature ejaculator. He can however get erect and last during masturbation, so it’s strictly a psychological issue. He’s been to several therapists over the years, done all their recommended exercises and to no avail. He said he doesn’t understand why they just cannot accept some men are just sexual failures. Some cannot be helped.

He’s right, some are beyond help or really do not want help deep down. You cannot save someone that does not want to be saved. So his wife fucks other men and he knows it. He considered divorce at first, but he ultimately realizes he cannot blame her, since he can never provide a normal sex life. He’s also infertile and said his wife had three miscarriages, he knew none of them were his. So, coming to the conclusion his genitals are useless, he feels removal is likely best. I said many men should be “de-balled”.

He said he’d fantasized about a world where most men were made to be eunuchs, that the top twenty percent would be the breeders and lovers, the bottom eighty percent would be castrated and made to be the beta male family men that would have no sex lives or drive whatsoever. It was an interesting conversation to be sure. It would prove to be an interesting experiment, even if it was just in one country, but he felt it should be worldwide for women to benefit universally. He said his balls should go, as they serve no purpose whatsoever.

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Nocturnal Caresses

One thing most of us have experienced is waking up horny. You are restless, or maybe had a sexy dream and just know you won’t be able to get back to sleep unless you have an orgasm. Maybe you woke up to go pee and once you get back in bed, your hand just begins to wander and all of a sudden you’re stroking that suddenly hard cock and making yourself cum, but you’re not totally awake. When you wake up in the morning you wonder if it was all a dream. It has a surreal quality to it, yet it’s very sensual.

Sometimes when you wake up, you still have that relaxed, post orgasmic feeling in your genitals and vaguely recall what happened, but can’t remember the specific details. Callers will sometimes call up in the middle of the night with a situation like this, where they woke up horny and need some relief before they go back to dreamland. They are not totally aware, just kind of out of it in a funny way, but certainly awake enough to know they need to give their hard cocks some attention and a good massage. Precum flowing, cock standing up and needing some self love.

Have you maybe just woken up now and are horny? Is your hand wandering down to that hard dick of yours and is stroking away? Masturbation is always so much nicer with someone to talk to. Maybe we to are freshly awake and our pussies are needing some attention and we are stroking them idly. Our hard clits and nipples, oh please pick up that phone and let’s enjoy one another, dawn isn’t far away. Let the ecstasy overtake us and enjoy our masturbation together. You know you won’t regret it, your full balls will thank you.

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I Came for My Doctor

I moved recently so had to get all new doctors and dentists and all. I asked a woman at my new office who she recommended and she said her doctor was great. She had kind of an odd expression on her face when she said it, but in a good way. She did not elaborate. I made an appointment the following week and thought he seemed a little different somehow than other doctors I’d been to. He removed the sheet covering me and I was completely naked laying there on the table, I felt so exposed.

He said he was going to need to check my orgasmic response, which threw me for a loop, I’d never had a doctor say that before, but I was willing to go along and see what this was all about. He lubed up his gloved fingers and examined me and began to massage my clit and he put some kind of probe in my pussy. I just laid there and was unsure what to do, so I just went with it. He said he could feel my clitoris stiffening, a good response to his manual stimulation. He worked his fingers harder and harder and I knew I was going to cum.

He began to tell me how in the olden days doctors used to manually masturbate women to cure “hysteria”, and that’s why the vibrator had originally been invented, so doctors were not having to tire their hands and fingers all day doing the “pelvic massage.” I had read that before, and he said he liked doing things the old fashioned way. I could feel the first waves of orgasm approaching, and he rubbed me through and said my orgasmic response was excellent. He told me to come back the following month to have it checked again. This was a bit unusual for sure, but I was game. Different town, different ways.

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Riding My Guy

I’ve always preferred the woman on top position, it gives me the best control to have an orgasm easily. My guy seems to like me taking control as well. The one on top does all the work pretty much, so he’s happy to just lay back and let me do all the heavy lifting. My clit rubs against his cock so nicely when I get in just the right position. I told him how when I was younger I used to masturbate by humping my pillow and I was on top then and I still love it now. I was always worried my mom would walk in on me and catch me, but thankfully that never happened.

How many other young girls learned to masturbate by rubbing their pussies against their pillows? Many, I’d imagine. My mom was always asking me why I was changing my pillow cases so much, lol. I told her I spelt with my mouth open and drooled on them so wanted fresh ones a lot. She never questioned it. If only she knew I was bucking my hips back and forth like a horny little masturbating slut. I’d hold my pussy lips open, exposing my clit and just buck back and forth on the bunched up pillow and cum. Now it’s my boyfriend’s cock I buck back and forth on.

He loves it when I get so wet strings of my pussy juice coat his cock and drip onto his balls. My nipples right in his face for him to suck on as I fuck him hard. I only need a couple of moments rest before going for my second orgasm. It’s always so fun to have a partner that can last as long as I need them to and I can make myself cum over and over.

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My Sexy Tutor

When I was in school, I needed some help with a tutor for my most difficult class. The guy I found was smart, but pretty nerdy and a gook. After a few lessons though, I found myself attracted to him and I wanted to get to know him better. I started to come on to him, and I think I made him uncomfortable since he was kind of naturally shy. He said I’d really improved, so he didn’t see the need for too many more lessons. I did not want the tutoring to end though, since I’d not be able to see him again when it did.

I told him I wanted to get to know him better and go out with him, I figured if I made a fool of myself, I wouldn’t need to see him again so what did I have to lose in saying that? Nothing really. He looked so shocked and even blushed a little. It was charming to see a guy react that way, most are aggressive, and he was anything but. I knew I’d have to make the first move, so I put my hand on his thigh and started to rub it up and down and I took his hand and placed it on my breast.

He was almost timid, yet I got him hard. I stood up and removed my clothes, I had a feeling seeing me naked would get him going, and I was right. Once I took the lead, he did follow and we were soon fucking on my desk. He had a nice cook and I loved feeling it in me. I cum really easily, so he loved when I came on his cock and that prompted him to blow his load. We played for a while, then he said he had another tutoring appointment. I told him to come back next week, but he’s so shy, I wasn’t sure he’d come. He did though, and we saw each other for most of the next year. Fun times I had with that boy!

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