When Dee Delmar Taught Me To Masturbate

Pre-Nazi hacker blitzkrieg, this topic formed part of my "about me" statement, but that entire document eventually grew so long it seemed best to focus on it separately here. Does everybody else like to masturbate as much as I do? The practice is so integral to Hamster that it seems not out of place to discuss it openly. I've been masturbating since I was thirteen years old, in the American seventh grade. I commenced in what is probably a natural progession after awakening during the night following a wet dream. What a veritable miracle to discover I could enjoy the same self-induced sensations at times and places of my own choosing! My first memory of deliberately masturbating to anything is of a women's magazine with Sophia Loren on the cover. This also seems to be about the time I became aware of my hair fetish, as well, for I soon gravitated to shampoos ads in the same sorts of magazines and then long-haired t.v. stars. I masturbated to Angela Cartwright on "Lost In Space", Maureen McCormick (and then Eve Plumb) on "The Brady Bunch", Elizabeth Montgomery on "Bewitched", Barbara Feldon on "Get Smart" and Mary Tyler Moore on her own eponymous show (though I eventually jacked off to Mary on "The Dick Van Dyke Show" in syndication, during its initial network broadcast I was still pre-pubescent). Most gratifying and seemingly related to my fetish was Marlo Thomas on "That Girl". You remember the opening credits where, at the end of them, she would fluff her long hair? I used to try to time my ejaculation with that moment. The chief difficulty in accomplishing such synchronization lay in my still-primitive technique, however. Also like most neophytes, I was a pillow humper. This worked well enough lying in bed but was difficult to coordinate with all the other requisite variables when viewing the television in the living room--pillow, privacy, etc. And, of course, I invariably ejaculated while still wearing my pants, meaning a change of underwear each time. When I suffered my first identity crisis at nineteen, it was accompanied by a naive and misguided moral hygiene campaign wherein I actually tried to stop masturbating, even setting a cessation date like some inveterate smoker. My resolve swiftly crumbled in the face of an ad for a Marily Chambers movie in my college newspaper, however, and I've never attempted such a thing again, believing now that masturbation is healthy, espcially in the absence of partner sex.I was a relative latecomer to penis stroking but, when I switched, I never returned to the old methods. Today, I employ a hand towel wrapped around my penis that absorbs both the precum and final ejaculate, It functions as both a lubricant and shield of my hand against unwanted stickiness. Interestingly, though I am right-handed, I've always stroked my penis with my left hand. I know of no one else of whom that's true and I don't know how to account for this one exception. Whenever I've tried to masturbate right-handed, it's never worked. Have you ever masturbated somewhere you weren't supposed to? The most outlandish thing I've ever done in that regard is rub my penis in a classroom full of fellow students. I was attracted to one of them with luscious long brunette hair (my fetish still asserting itself in young adulthood) and devised a method whereby I slipped a pair of socks over my penis before going to class, then pulled my pants up as usual. Because I sat behind her and in the back of the room, I could indiscreetly massage my penis with my hand in my pocket and even finally ejaculate with none the wiser (ie., no wet spot on the front of my blue jeans). During a break, I went to a restroom where I simply removed the sock from my penis. Satisfying but, again, not something I've ever attempted since. And here I finally want to credit the amateur Dee Delmar (of her website, "Florida Double-D", who now also has a profile page here) with introducing another delightful modern innovation to my onanistic repetoire. Dee has the most magnificent mane of red hair--a particular turn-on, given my long hair fetish--and, when I first joined her website in 2004 and ordered my first large batch of her DVDs and worn panties, she also gifted me with a special treat. When her package arrived, I discovered among the videos one that she had custom made. In it, she demonstrated stuffing the pair of panties she was sending me literally completely inside her vagina. As she pulled it back out, she lasciviously described just how I should use it to enhance my masturbation to the videos she had sent and to the content on her site. Needless to say, I nearly fainted with joy and subsequently employed it just as she had instructed, rubbing it on my penis every time. Of course, I soon discovered that one cannot keep this (or one's phallus) up indefinitely, since even the small leakage of precum (not to mention unplanned ejaculations) eventually soaks the precious garment, rendering it progressively stiff over time. The solution for me to was order more freshly-worn panties each time I acquired new videos from her. The result is that I now have enough to place one pair over my mouth and nose, inhaling the heavenly fragrance, while judiciously employing another to tantalize my erection. Also, I reserve these treasures only for masturbating to Dee, relying on the aforementioned towel for all other occasions. I don't stroke my hand (over the towel) up and down the entire length of my shaft, either, but really just tug on the head with a few fingers. When I'm really aroused, that's enough to supply a pleasing sensation without risking a premature ejaculation.Unfortunately, Dee's husband died and after that she seemed to lose interest in maintaining her website though, as of this writing, it still drifts like a derelict spaceship in cyberspace. When she WAS still involved with it, however, she and her cuckold husband annually hosted a members-only gangbang, which I was always too bashful to consider attending. I once emailed her about it, however (as I often did about other topics besides my frequent video and panty orders) and inquired whether, if I were ever to attend, it would be permissable for the two of us to just "make out", either preparatory to or in lieu of other activities. Her reply was one that excited me nearly as much as her custom video message. She instructed me to "keep stroking that cock for me and maybe we'll meet--and kiss". Of course, I forthwith did just that! I often masturbate for what others might consider excessive lengths of time--never less than several hours and sometimes for more than twelve (with appropriate breaks to avoid the hazard of priapism). Thanks to colleagues here, I've learned the terms "edging" and even "gooning" to more precisely describe this. What can I say? It just feels too good to stop! Though this may suggest addiction (but, relatively speaking, aren't there worse things to be addicted to?), I'd like to suppose that it's also conditioning me in ejaculatory control, since the objective of my activity is not orgasm but a prolongation of the pleasurable sensation of stroking (and didn't the rock star, Sting, and his wife, Trudi Styler, also advocate for a marathon form of "Tantric" sex?). Anyway, that's my story in a NUTshell. So, how do the rest of you please yourselves? I and anyone else reading your reponses to this post might learn a thing or two, as well!