Can you believe it’s May already? Where has the year gone? It feels like it’s flying by and I’ve barely got time to catch my breath. With that said, you know what this means. That’s right, it’s International Masturbation Month. Woohoo!

Now in it’s 22nd year, this month long ‘celebration’ aims to remove the stigma around masturbation, and remind everyone that not only is self-pleasure AMAZING, it’s perfectly normal. Last year, I had hoped to write a series of posts for IMM (as I shall refer to it for now), but life got in the way, and I only managed to produce on article (revelling in the delights of Mutual Masturbation).  I am going to make a concerted effort to put out some more content for IMM, and I thought I’d start it off nice and gently with a new Sexy Thoughts post, inspired by recent events!

A few weeks ago, my other half had pulled some muscles in his back, so being the good husband I am, I gave him a full body massage to try and help ease the pain and tension. Of course, one thing leads to another, and when I have him completely naked and covered in oil in front of me, well… I can’t help it when my hands wander… And I know for a fact he’s not complaining either, but there we go.

On this occasion, after giving him a slow and gentle hand job, I decided to bring out some toys (specifically the PalmPower) because whilst I had used it countless times on myself, I hadn’t introduced its amazing power to the Mr yet. But that was all about to change. After a few minutes, he decides that he’s had enough attention. It’s time for me to get a taste.

Before I know it, he has me on my back, pants down, my cock in his hand and he’s buzzing away and before I even know what’s going on, I’m shooting a heavy load. With a sly grin, he whispers “It’s all about the pressure…”. And this is where he teaches me something about how he likes to be teased. And this is where I get really annoyed that I’ve already blown my load; because what happened next was the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen.

As I sit there, still trying to catch my breath, he lays on his back, and just starts stroking. I’ve seen him do this hundreds of times, but there was something about the way he had his body positioned. I was at prime viewing angle, and he was wanting me to take it all in. My heart began to raise, and I couldn’t turn away. Watching his hand glide up and down his shaft, as it become thicker and firmer, was hypnotising. One again, under his breath, he muttered “It’s all about the pressure…”, and I could see he was gently squeezing as he stroked.

At this point, my mouth had gone completely dry. I was just in awe. After a few moments, he reached down and grabbed the wand, and turned it on. I watched him press the head against his penis, and I watched his body react as he moved it around, and teased himself in various spots with it. It was just so amazing to sit there, and watch him wank with abandon. To be honest, if this was how I spent the rest of my life, I’m pretty sure I would be OK with it.

He began arching his hips, and his breaths became longer, and deeper. I could tell he was getting close to orgasm. It was like watching the thrilling conclusion to a movie. I was on the edge of my seat, wishing I had a bowl of popcorn or something. I could feel myself leaning closer, closer… all to get a better view. He threw the vibrator aside and pumped his fist a few times. Within a matter of seconds, his whole body was twitching, jerking… and he shot his load all over his stomach. Inside, I was screaming. But of course, in the moment, I just sat there in an impressed silence. As his breathing began to slow down, he looked at me, and said “See? I told you, it’s all about the pressure…”

I’ve already got tickets for the next show, and I cannot wait…

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