Was talking to a friend one day and the conversation turned in a bit of a sexual direction, which it sometimes does when the two of us are alone. I don’t recall how we got on to masturbation, but we did, and I said something like “I’m a pro.” He asked me to clarify that I indeed was talking about pleasuring myself, as there were a few topics in the conversation.
I’m married. Sex with my husband of many years is good. But I also stray, and I’m not supposed to do that. And the past couple of years the straying as slowed down considerably, for many reasons. Masturbation is “safe”. And it’s easy. I can video myself, watch it back at another time (yeah, I’m a bit of a narcissist and get turned on watching my cock getting worked on), or I can get on a live cam with one friend or another and we can have fun from across the country.
And then there is this new potential FB who wants be to fuck him bareback. I want to, too, but we both want to wait until we’re able to get vaccinated against monkey pox. So now I want to go over and stroke in front of him. Sometimes I think of it as practice.
And that friend I spoke of way up above? Apparently he has a big cock. I’ve not yet had the opportunity to see it, but hope to, some day. So sometimes I think about that when alone and edging.