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From Jason
I was playing in the nearby woods with friends when the oldest one of the bunch said he could get a boner without touching himself. We had recently found a porn magazine hiden in a hollow tree wraped in a platic bag so we all discovered that men got boners and ejaculated. Most of us never acheived this feat or had even tried. As promised my friend got his dick hard and showed all of us his very stiff penis. Soon it was almost dinner time and we all went to our homes for an Easter Sunday dinner. After dinner I excused myself from the table and went down the hall to the bathroom. My penis was leaking a clear fluid which I knew wasn't pee. I rubbed the head of my dick with my underwear and the feeling was amazing. I didn't know what else to do but rub and squeez it and it appeared to be working. After much time my dick was now hard like my friends was earlier that day. After another fifteen minutes or so I felt a strange feeling in my stomach and balls and knew that my first ejaculation must be on its way. I grabbed a dixie cup from the vanity and put it over the tip of my dick and leaned back on the toilet and enjoyed the unbelievable pleasure. When I recovered from the spasms I looked in the cup and saw my first load. It looked like a clear syrup with a hint of yellow. I smelled it and tasted it and was fascinated by the whole process.

Just a few weeks ago I was a clueless 12 year old who had little interest in girls and now I was a masturbator. The magazine in the hollow tree was looked at by me and my friends many times in the following weeks. If I was lucky eneough to be alone while looking at it I would cum once or twice in the woods by stroking my cock while reading the articles and looking at the amazing girls. I still masturbate regularly today and will always do so because I just love the feeling and the excitement of it. My wife is beautiful and sexy but even she has never made me feel as good as I felt on that Easter Sunday many years ago.

From Anonymous
We had a lot of woods around our neighborhood and one of my classmates and I were up to no good, playing doctor in the forest. I was on my back and he was "examining" my genitals, where I had recently -- and in advance of most other guys in my class --sprouted hair. All of a sudden he started jerking on my penis. I sat up, startled, not because of the jerking but because of the mind-blowing sensation when he did it. Keep going, I said. He did, but the feelings got so powerful that I made him stop. Next day we met in the woods again and this time we jerked off without stopping. It seemed like it took forever to get there, but I had my first orgasm, but without ejaculation.

From then on, I was hooked, sometimes masturbating with my friend, sometimes without him. About three months into my jerking off career I noticed clear sticky fluid coming out the tip of my penis. I knew this was another sign of impending manhood, but the best was yet to "come." A few days later my friend and I were beating off, when I became aware of a heavy sensation in my testicles. The pressure grew and grew as I kept stroking. All of a sudden I started moaning. My friend's like, "What's wrong?"  He found out a few seconds later when this massive load of semen blasted out of my dick. I thought it was pus at first and I got scared. But then, for both of us, it sunk in what had just happened. Fear, for me, gave way to intense pride. I was a man!

From Laura
My first time was while I was babysitting for a couple down the street. I was very snoopy and found magazines and got really into the "Penthouse Forum" stories. Then I found Polaroids they had stashed away of both of them naked. He was hot and she was beautiful as well (my first inkling that I was bisexual). By the time they got home, I was soaked through my panties. I took a few of the pictures home and rubbed my clit to orgasm...I still do sometimes, thinking of them.

From Scott
My sexual awakening occurred when in 1963-1964. By today's standards, it was a very puritanical time and I was raised strict Catholic. My parents were too embarrassed to ever "have the talk" or ever tell me anything about sex. I was totally ignorant about what was happening to my body as puberty ensued.

Not uncommonly, boys' first experiences often occur with other boys, finding out about erections and learning to masturbate together. My friend, Jimmy, was at my house one day and I don't know how the moment came to be but I remember watching him lower his pants, exposed his penis, and started stroking it up and down, moved his hand up and down.

I remember being surprised that his penis became larger and so stiff. I guess I really hadn't been that aware of any erections I might have had up to that point. To be honest, I don't remember ever being aware of having a nocturnal emission ("wet dream"). I forget whether Jimmy ejaculated that time but I think not, that he was just trying to teach me what to do. The point is, I had no clue about orgasms. Not long afterward, I was home during the day (playing hooky by feigning sickness) and my mother had gone out. I do remember lying on my bed in my pajamas and extracting my penis. I started to stroke in the same way I'd seen Jimmy do it and it very quickly became stiff and felt wonderful.

Suddenly, white fluid started spurting out of my penis and it felt wonderful BUT - being the sexually -ignorant and Catholic-schooled, guilt-ridden child I was, I was frightened I's somehow injured myself. So, my very first time ended in fear.

From Dave
Wow! I sure do remember my first time! It's something I've thought about for the last 40-some years. I was 10, it was summer, and our family had recently bought a new car. I loved the interior smell and liked to sit in it. One summer day I was wearing a tight-fitting swimsuit, playing in the sprinkler, etc. I dried off and decided to sit in the car, which was parked in the driveway in the shade of a large tree. As I was sitting there, I began to get an erection, and felt it straining against the fabric of my suit. I'd had erections before, but didn't know what caused them. This particular time, though, I felt sort of an "itch" in my penis, like it needed to be scratched, so I started scratching/rubbing my erection through the swimsuit fabric. It felt good, but it seemed the more I scratched it, the more it itched, so I continued, gradually picking up the pace. It started to feel really good, still sort of like an itching, but unlike anything I'd ever felt. 

After a couple minutes of this, something dramatic was happening, and I thought maybe I was going to pee or something, but it felt way too good to stop at that point! The feeling continued to build until I had the intensely pleasurable feeling that we all now recognize as orgasm. I was of course too young to ejaculate, but the orgasm was intense. I had absolutely no idea what had just happened, but of course, I was hooked and knew I'd be doing it again soon.

From Don
I can't resist this 'tell all' forum. I grew up on remote farms but got a solid sexual education from watching farm animals and from neighboring farm boys and girls who were all as sexually aware as I was. We all compared erections and did plenty of group and couple 'pretend fucking' with the girls, with minimal to no penetration. Then the moment! I was 12 and alone in an upstairs bedroom reading a physiology book and looking at drawings of female genitalia. I had gotten hard, had my pants off, and was using the first two fingers of my left hand to gently stroke the head of my cock on each side of 'groove'. All of a sudden I felt an amazingly and wonderful sensation and in seconds my cock begin wonderful spasms and shot cum for several feet. I was first convinced I was dying (maybe due to some punishment from God), but, on realizing I was still alive I could not wait to do it again. I was way disappointed that I soon lost my erection, but trust me I was able to find it again, and again, and again. It took me only a few days to demonstrate my new found prowess to some neighboring farm girls who were delighted at watching, but disappointed in my inability to repeat on cue! Such is life.

From Suzie
I was glad to read Zippy's submission below - now I know I'm not alone! I too was very young when I discovered pleasant sensations in the lumpy bit at the front of my private parts. I think I discovered it properly with the girl from next door. We'd been left alone in a play tent in the garden and were touching each other, entirely innocently (we were too young to be anything other than innocent), when we discovered that that particular part of our anatomy felt good when we touched it. From then on I used to play with my clit quite often, and had some sort of orgasm too - I know I used to get a nice feeling if I did it for long enough. I used to even do it at the back of class if no one was looking I loved it so much. I was so innocent I think I even told my mum about it! Then it was sex education time and I discovered what I was actually doing! 

In my teenage years I started to have much wilder and more complex fantasies and masturbate more often - more than two or three times a day sometimes. And nearly every night before I went to sleep - insomniacs should really give it a go! Since my partner found out that I like to do it he likes to watch me. But he knows that I do it on my own, 'in secret' too, and he loves the idea. Sometimes I still do it as much as I did when I was 15! My fave places are in bed before sleep and in a nice hot bath. I nearly always fantasise that someone is watching me do it - I've had that fantasy almost from the beginning.

From Zippy
I don't remember the exact age, but during grade school, I know I always felt great tingling sensations "down there" when I rubbed on things like the slide pole on the playground or my bedpost if I laid against it just right. I would sometimes get turned on if I put my stuffed animals in my underpants or undershirt & walked around like that, and especially if I rolled around on a playground ball, but I didn't understand why. I just liked the feeling of being pressed up against something lumpy, and I did notice that my crotch lips would get swollen sometimes, although this scared me and I thought I was doing something wrong and hurting myself. Every time I made myself feel like that, I would promise never to do it again afterwards.

Probably around the age of 9 or 10 I would fantasize & touch myself but I wasn't having orgasms...this one time, though, I was just laying on my bedroom floor, feeling very relaxed after having gotten all horny, and all of a sudden out of nowhere I had a tremendous orgasm. I didn't know what happened and was completely stunned, but it felt so good. I jumped up and ran in the bathroom and looked at myself with a mirror, and there was all kinds of sticky stuff coming out of my swollen pussy. It dawned on me right then what had happened, and suddenly all the confusion seemed to lift away. 

After that I did it all the time, usually every night (it was a great way to relaxed & get in the mood to fall asleep), and a lot of times I did it 3-4 times a day, even more. I remember when I got older in high school, I had some (girl) friends who still had never masturbated, and I couldn't conceive of never having touched one's self for so many years! I also felt sort of embarrassed and out of place that I had been doing it for so long and wondered if there was something wrong with me. 

When I got older I didn't care, it was their loss. I think some girl's sex drives are just as strong as some boy's...not everyone is alike but you can't lump everyone into one category an say they're all one way or another. Now I'm happily married 11 years, and even though we have a great sex life I still sometimes just want to do it alone with myself. My husband and I will watch each other sometimes.

From David
I was a late bloomer. I experienced my first masturbation with orgasm at age 17. I had been having "wet dreams" for sometime and had heard locker room talk about "jerking off", etc. but had never done so until one spring Sunday afternoon. I was at my grandparents' fishing pond at the back of their large farm away from everyone. The sun was warm but the air still had a certain coolness. I stopped at the edge of the pond and suddenly found myself in need of taking a wiz. I unzipped my pants and let my seventeen year old member loose. When I finished relieving myself, I was rock hard. I said out loud that I was tired of having these hard erections and I was going to "beat my meat". I sat down on the pond bank with my pants fully down. The warm grass was somewhat erotic to my anus as I moved around. I had never done this before but started stroking my member faster and faster. The feeling was indescribable. I felt this pressure building inside and WOW! I exloded catching the white creamy fluid in my hands.

I then became very nervous not realizing that this was suppose to happen. I thought that I had hurt myself. As I was zipping up, I found myself nervously looking around to see if anyone saw me. At that moment, I thought I was the only one who knew about this and what I had just done. I was thinking of telling my dad, but as I walked back to the house, I decided against it. (I am sure he knew. Maybe the farm pond was his first place too.) Needless to say, what I discovered that day has been most useful in my twenty years since. Even after marrying, I often find myself having a wank session whenever the thought of the farm pond comes up.

From Mike
The first time was like Niagara Falls. I had no idea that a penis was not more than the device to pee from. I was a freshman in high school and was in PE, having to do a rope climb. I was determined to make it to the top, but about half way up, I really had to strain to give it all I had. Hand over hand, rope spiraling between my legs, locked on my foot. I don't even remember having an erection, but the heat that traveled through me was the most amazing feeling I had ever known....

From Luv to Masturbate
I remember getting a hard on climbing trees. I'd have my legs wrapped around the tree and it would be rubbing against my cock and suddenly, I'd have to climb like hell to get to the next branch. This wonderful feeling would come completely over my body. I didn't realize that it was an orgasm, until later on. I was so young I thought this only came from climbing trees, but when I was seven I was laying in bed one night and pulled on my blanket, it rubbed across my cock and it immediately got hard. I put the blanket over my cock and start pulling back and forth. I remember this feeling incredible and I kept it up until I came. After that I used to masturbate every night, sometimes two or three times a night.

From Anonymous Male
I think my first experience happened when I was in the 3rd grade. I knew nothing about sex. In fact, I was always afraid to kiss my grandma for fear of making her pregnant. While watching television, pretty actresses who wore high heels attracted me. My curiosity increased to a point where I began wear my mother's high heel pumps along with my jeans, shirts and socks. I only did this around the house when my parents were not home. One day, I got tired of standing and walking in 3" high heels but did not want to take them off yet. So I laid on the floor on my stomach (prone). Soon I noticed that the pressure against the floor was causing me to achieve a pleasant sensation around my private part. For some unknown reason, I had an urge to drag myself along the carpeted floor. The rubbing sensation my private part felt through my pants was also pleasant and increasing in intensity.

Suddenly, I felt something flowing out of my private part. I figured it could not be urine since I had no full bladder sensation. I became worried thinking I had done something bad to my body and would require medical attention. I was initially afraid to examine the wetness in my underpants. But after a short time, I went to the bathroom and checked. Instead of yellow pee, I noticed a creamy white substance. I had no idea what it was. I figured that if pain would develop, I would go see a doctor. But since there was no pain, I figured that what I did was nothing to be concerned about. Since this experience was so pleasurable, I repeated it many times throughout my innocent youth even though I had no idea of what I was doing.

From Billy
It's a little embarrassing to admit but I was 18 the first time I masturbated. Oh, I had been sneaking peeks at porn magazines since I was 13 or 14 and had been having wet dreams for years by then. But that summer I was working part time and home alone often. One afternoon I was lying on the couch watching soap operas (some of those ladies were hot) and I began rubbing myself through my shorts. 

I was nice and hard and a bit uncomfortable so I pulled my shorts off and began rubbing my hard cock against my leg slowly and it felt nice. Soon my boxers came off and I kept rubbing my cock against the inside of my leg as the feelings I was experiencing increased, reminding me of the feelings I had in my wet dreams. 

Then suddenly I had this really deep great sensation and my butt muscles tightened and my body tensed as I began to spasm and I shot cum all over my leg. I was shocked and amazed. Well that night I masturbated in the shower and again the next day and have been enjoying self stimulation ever since.

From Still Doing It
I've always enjoyed the fullness and the sensation when playing with myself. Even as a very young child, I would masturbate without knowing what I was doing. I was playing with myself when I started feeling some strong and different sensations. The more that I yanked on myself, the sensations became much greater with each yank. I started to get light headed and then it happened. This "stuff" exploded and shot out of me. The building up pressure feeling that I had inside me released. It was nothing that I've ever felt or seen before. I kept yanking until it stopped spurting out. I stood there in amazement. This goop was everywhere in front of me. I was certainly confused. I just looked at myself thinking what did you do down there? What a rush. I had nothing to clean up with. My underwear became sticky and gooey as I walked back. But that feeling was great and I wanted to do it again as soon as I could. That was over, well let's just say, that was in the days when gasoline was 19.9 cents a gallon. I'm still doing it in the days of 2.45.9 a gallon. Still going strong....

From LeLe!
This may seem scary but when I was about umm 10-12yrs. (don’t really remember exact age), I don’t even remember how I thought of doing this but… while in the shower I decided to lay down and spread my legs open letting the shower water spray on my pussy and clit. (Of course at that age I didn’t know what a clit was either) It felt so good when I spread my lips apart! After that I can remember doing it here and there when I could because it was so arousing. Sometimes I felt ashamed but I kept doing it. There were no words to describe how it felt. It just took my breath away. 

From Sunshine
Thought of getting horny that day.. no one was at home. I took a pen, and wrote my name on the penis. The penis grew in size and it began to feel real good. Then I went to the bathroom took some soap and stood under the tap. I began to move my hand back and forth on the penis. And lo! After some time, it squirted a white fluid! It was so hot!

From Nicki
I was raised catholic so it was scary for me at the time (but not scary enough to deter me). Also at this time, I came to the realization that I enjoyed lesbian porn (though I can't seem to delve into a lesbian relationship). I ran a hot bath and grabbed my electric toothbrush. I turned it on and held it underwater (so it wouldn't make any noise and wake my mother across the hall) against my throbbing clit. After about twenty seconds, I felt a warm wave radiate from my clit outward all over my body. I rubbed my breasts with one hand, and let myself experience an intense explosion and arched my back with pleasure. My heartbeat was in my vagina, and the comedown was absolutely lovely. After that, I did it every day until I met my husband, who licks my clit into an extreme orgasm each night.

From imouse
I was in school. Oral tests were given by flashcards to which we answered, Arithmetic and Spelling. The teacher flashed the cards to us in the order of our seat arrangement. One day when she began in my line (I was 3rd or 4th) my stomach turned and anxiety struck, I don't know why as I had always done quite well in these tests. I remember jamming my clenched fists in to my very tightly drawn crotch, and squeezing as hard as I could, while leaning slightly forward. When she called on the kid in front of me I pushed even harder when all at once a feeling like I never had came all over my body. Of course I cannot describe it; can any of us? Somehow when she got to me I was able to answer the questions while still jamming my fists. I have no recollection of an after-glow or what I may have felt or done. I never told any one, ever.

A week or two later we were again in the flashcard mode, and this time I prepared/prayed for a repetition. As she moved down the line I felt somewhat nervous but nothing like the previous time. Still, once again as she called on the kid in front of me I jammed my fists into my crotch, and again the gorgeous feeling spread throughout my body. I "knew" I had found something very special. But, isn't there always a "but?" I was never able to replicate that experience in that or other class(es) or elsewhere, that is having an orgasm, or even among other people. Those memories have never faded. I would guess that over later years I tried recapturing those orgasms; I did only once. There were other times of course, and I will write about them soon. This later masturbation at around the age of 12 was the real stuff. I have continued to masturbate from then on.

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