The Great Masturbator I have to confess something very intimate to you. It's not that it's unpleasant for me. talk about

The Great Masturbator I have to confess something very intimate to you. It's not that it's unpleasant for me. talk about it, quite the opposite, but it can be difficult to understand and Maybe you will call me paranoid, schizophrenic or simply a bug. queer. And I think it's not that big of a deal. The fact is that I masturbate frequently; I mean, with a frequency probably higher than the rest of you. Of done, very frequently. Three or four times a day on average, although On weekends and especially on holidays, things go up. But it's normal, I really like women and sex, both things, together if possible, but the problem is that many times, most of the sometimes it can't be. Almost everything turns me on: about summer, which I'm going to tell you that you don't see in the streets, on the terraces, on the beaches; spring is brutal: the first miniskirts, the first necklines of the year; even winter turns out spectacular; For me, the new trend of boots-leggings is absolutely morbid. further. You will understand that with the women of all ages and conditions that I see at the after the day and the night...-I'm not going to talk about the night anymore, it's impressive-, I couldn't restrain my sexual instinct and I masturbated. my mind is full of plunging necklines, skirts that ride up when a woman sits, butts tight and tight in pants that I have never understood how can enter, glances that meet, smiles that are not only friendly, everything This turns me on, it turns me on. I masturbate thinking about real people and imaginary, in people from my past and my present, in famous artists and in the neighbors on the landing. I masturbate anywhere, in my house and outside of it. On the floor, I think There is no corner that I haven't tried, certainly the balcony in broad daylight, and without That no one notices, it's the most exciting thing, but doing it under the bed or inside The closet isn't bad either. About the gadgets, what am I going to tell you about. There is also some inconvenience, it is logical, I have already had to change twice washing machine, but standing on it when it is in operation is very difficult. taste. I masturbate in the last row of the bus, I advise you this rattling, from the cinema let alone, in restaurants while I read the newspaper - advertising section relaxation, of course - even in more unusual places like the Torre Agbar that I rubbed against, it must have been its phallic shape that made me horny. In the work meetings in which everyone is waiting for some slides with the light off is an unbeatable place. The forests do not They put in so much, but I recognize that I have sometimes contributed to reducing their drought. My next challenge, because lately I operate with objectives, is to do it from the top of the statue of Columbus. I have masturbated in all the districts and neighborhoods of Barcelona, I didn't miss a single one. And I have never been caught red-handed, He is like the murderer who has committed many crimes and remains unpunished. I am the best In my specialty, I have no doubt. During these last years, I have felt very happy, I have had a lot, a lot sex - with myself, yes, but who better than one to know one's body? - joy I'm in good health, I make a good living and I have interesting friends and fun, I travel, I delight in pleasures other than sex, but there is no happiness that lasts a hundred years...or wasn't that the phrase? A week ago, I was doing a very normal gayola, by saying normal I I mean the place, it was the bathtub... you all did that, it shouldn't have a particularly inspired day. And I thought of skirts that went up, panties that They went down, necklines that opened, breasts that came out, I thought of long legs with wet pussies, I imagined lips that suck, mouths that bite, hands that They caress cocks and I got excited as usual; It was really hot, but the prize did not arrive. The expected reward, the moment of ecstasy, the glory of victory was inexplicably delayed. What the hell was happening??? I know what a trigger, we have suffered everything at some point, but it was not the case, I had the completely erect penis and I wanted to cum, reach orgasm like the last one once, like every day several times, like all my life....and suddenly nothing. I felt the desire to go to the emergency room, such was my state of dejection, but as explain what was happening to me without provoking disbelief - at the very least - of the staff doctor?. I took an anti-anxiety medication because it made me go crazy, I tried it after a a while, after two hours, in the middle of the night, the next morning, and nothing. I had been left dry. Literally dry. Like those plants that die in the winter and they never sprout again. Dry as wet. I knew I couldn't live with it for the rest of my life. I don't know if it was a punishment divine, but I didn't care. It would be impossible, unbearable, worse than being in jail. Worse than going to one war. I preferred to die. I don't have weapons at home, I have never handled a gun and the thing about the gas spigot open, noticing that you are dying, it seemed somewhat unpleasant to me. I needed something faster, more forceful. I went out to the balcony of my seventh floor that overlooked the avenue. That same balcony that I spoke to you before. There were no clotheslines, they were in the back of the building, so nothing could break my fall. It would just be a moment of pain. A minute, maybe less. I didn't leave any written notes. So that? Would anyone understand it? What They gave to those who stayed! I pulled a chair up to the railing and with the agility that comes with rage and Despair I climbed up. I didn't hesitate more than five seconds. I dove in headfirst. I saw the ground getting closer. I was flying. Towards death. ...... In effect, he was flying towards immediate death. It didn't last almost at all, but if the just enough time to realize that, in the midst of the fall, there emerged from inside him an ejaculation as intense as he had never had before, brutal, wild, unimaginable, an ejaculation that made him howl with pleasure.