HappyComeLucky

I’m a wanker. I pretty much always have been. Even before I knew what I was doing, I used to grind hard against my hand until I got this amazing feeling through my body and then would fall asleep. It was just what I did, and luckily for me, as I didn’t have a name for it, I also avoided all stigma and shame that has been the experience of others.

Since those days, I have become a very diverse wanker. I wank in different positions, places and with different things. I wank lazily, frantically, indulgently, filthily and a whole lot of other ways.

Sometimes I wank just for me. Sometimes I wank for another person. I might be thinking about you, imagining you watching. I might be filming myself so that you can see. I might be wanking while you watch me right there. Those wanks are different from the ones that are purely for me. I want you to see. I want to spread myself wide so you can see all of me. I want to show you every tremble, every thrust, every drip sliding from my cunt. I want to show you how I come and at the same time, I want to keep going for longer, intoxicated by your gaze, building and building before I let myself crash over the edge.

I come easy and fast when I wank. I can get off very quickly. Wanking let’s me play with that, exploring the whole breadth of sensations that pulse through my body and soul while I desperately try to control my hunger. Sometimes, I make myself struggle by pushing that edge further and further and still denying myself.

Sometimes wanking is enough on its own. Wanking with out even pushing towards an orgasm is a beautiful think. Softer, more self loving and indulgent. Its a different intimacy with myself and its something I love.

How do you wank. I wank in so many ways. You’ll always wonder what sort of wanking I have been indulging in if I say that I have had a wank. Which one makes you think?