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Family Masturbation Night

Family Masturbation Night

I believe I’m a typical 19-year-old girl. I used to think my family was normal. Maybe my parents are a bit more open, more hippie-like than others, so I guess it’s no surprise what happened.

It started with my Brother Jim, who is one year older than me. Like me, he’s going to the local college. It’s not so we can save money. My parents are fairly loaded. It’s more because our family has always been close. For us, there’s no advantage in going away to dorm living.

We were sitting around the dinner table one night, which is typical for our family. I used to resent that we don’t have a big-screen TV. In fact, we don’t have a TV at all. Instead, we talk about things. Led by our parents, or grandparents, or sometimes even our gardener Jose, who has become part of the family, the discussion may be about oceanography, French, or US history. Or, maybe more mundane things, like masturbation.

In a quiet moment, Jim announced, “I’ve been learning to have dry orgasms.” He said it as matter-of-factly as if he had said, “I have a stamp collection.”

My mother took the bait. “Dry orgasms?”

My father jumped in, “Are you saying you can orgasm without ejaculating?”

“Yup,” was Jim’s very simple answer.

“Gosh, I’ve always wanted to learn that,” my father replied. “Do you really have it mastered (pardon the pun)? Was it easy to learn?”

“Actually, once you learn a couple of simple things, then practice a bit, it’s super-easy. And, well worth the effort, I might add,” Jim answered with a smile.

“Will you teach me?” Dad asked.

“Sure.”

“Me too,” Jose piped in. “I’d love to learn that.”

I wasn’t very sexual back then, and so couldn’t believe my ears. I mean, yes, our family is liberal, but this was to a whole new level.

My sister, Amy, asked, “What about us girls? Is it something we could learn? Might it be good for us, too?”

My brother affirmed that he thought she could learn it. He figured that separating orgasms and ejaculations in girls is meaningless, but the end result, the continuous orgasms, would be great for her.

My father, in his usual authoritarian way added, “I suppose like all masturbatory practices, it would have benefits. I mean, if masturbation helps with focus, and physical health and mental stability, then more masturbation would be better, right?”

Wouldn’t it be like meditation, but even more beneficial?” Jose wondered.

There were murmurs of assent around the dining table. That’s when my mother blew us away with the following suggestion: “Maybe Jim can show us all his new technique.”

Personally, if I was Jim, I would have turned red in the face, and been all embarrassed. Not Jim. He just said, “Sure,” as casually as if he was going to show us a new way to grip a tennis racket.

There was a moment of silence, then Mom said, “Well, how about now? Is anyone doing anything?”

We agreed this would be a good time, and all of us, including Jose, Grandpa and Grandma reconvened in the living room. Even I, asexual though I though I was at the time, became fascinated.

Sitting on various chairs and sofas in our big living room, we were all clothed. As if he were in his own bedroom, Jim disrobed. Right down to nothing! Perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised. I mean, I’ve seen everyone nude at one point or another. But it wasn’t very often, and generally nothing special, like passing in the hallway on the way to the shower.

But this evening had a strong sexual component to it. You could feel it in the air, or at least I could. I could feel it elsewhere too, which surprised me. You know, that heightened awareness you get, the springs and pings in your vagina, your lower stomach, maybe even in your arms, legs and the top of your head? I was feeling that.

There was something else. Where was the hair? I was looking right at Jim’s crotch, and there should have been a mass of black curly hair, like I have. He was as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

“Oh, you shave!” Mom quipped with a touch of delight.

“Sure, lots of guys do these days,” Jim said.

Jim sat back down in an easy chair, in a very slouched forward position, and started fingering his scrotum. Not his penis, which surprised me. In a couple of moments, his penis rose to attention, sticking straight up out of his lap. He was evidently enjoying the attention from the whole family. I, personally, would have been mortified to be in his position.

Then, like a professor, he started in on a lecture, “Of course I had to become erect. So now, I’ll start stroking my cock. Um, sorry, ‘penis.'”

Oh, you can say ‘cock’ my dad quickly added. We won’t be offended by ‘real’ words.

Jim continued, explaining about edging, something I had never heard about until then. It sounded like something I had done a few times, but now, I’d certainly be edging more seriously. The idea that one brings themselves to the point of orgasm, then backs off. Then he revealed the magic trick.

“The thing is, you stop the stimulation for only a second. Maybe even just reduce, not stopping entirely. You don’t want the pre-orgasmic feeling to die entirely away. Then resume, paying very careful attention to how you feel. When you get it right, you can approach orgasm, keep up the stimulation, and literally enter and stay in orgasm for minutes at a time. You can also do it over and over again, without losing arousal.

“When I first started, these orgasms were like 70 percent as strong as full ejaculations, but nothing was coming out. That in itself was fantastic, because right from the beginning I could have several orgasms, a huge improvement over just cumming and being done. But since then, I’ve been able to make the dry orgasms stronger than ejaculations. Then, in the end, perhaps after an hour or so, I may be so satisfied that I don’t even need to ejaculate. Or, I may go ahead and have a crashing, super-strong ejaculatory orgasm.”

As he was telling us all this, he was evidently experiencing exactly what he was talking about. Periodically, he’d pause, arch his back or curl his toes, and say a little something like, “ooh, ” or “ummm!”

Grandpa asked, “How do we know you’re not just making this up? Faking it?”

“Well, here, Grandpa. Come over here, and put your fingertips right here under my balls, just ahead of my anus.”

Grandpa scooted over and did just as Jim instructed. After holding his fingers there for a moment, he said, “Oh my god! He’s right. I feel his urethra contracting.”

One by one, the family came over to Jim, and placed their fingertips where he instructed, and they all felt the contractions.

I couldn’t wait for my turn. Why this had me so excited, I have no idea. I mean, it was only my brother Jim after all, demonstrating a technique. No big deal, right? Yet my heart was racing, and my vagina was so wet that I was worried it would show through my shorts.

I placed my fingers on his taint. At first, I was just a bit low, and pressed my finger right onto his anus. He just said, “A little higher.” But to me, to touch his asshole like that, was like an electric shock.

It must have been for him also because suddenly, as I was feeling his urethral contractions, he grunted, and quietly said, “Oh, no…” With that, he arched up, and started ejaculating all over his lower belly.

I realized it was my finger on his anus that triggered it. I was also fascinated. What a spectacular show! I just knew that I’d be masturbating big time in my bedroom within a few minutes.

At that moment, Mom announced, “Let’s practice,” pulling down her pants as she spoke.

As if the evening wasn’t already as weird as it could get! Within moments, every single one of us, even Grandma was bare-ass naked, and jerking off in our living room.

Like a great instructor, Jim was going from one random family member to another watching intently, and offering little bits of advice. Like, “Don’t get quite so close yet, Dad.” and “Amy, once you get to the point, back off, and just see if you can feel the orgasming being an ongoing phenomenon.”

In answer to a question from Jose, he added, “One interesting point about this is once you learn it, it’s as if your body wants to help. It becomes quite easy to simply stay in orgasm for longer periods of time, or to have orgasm after orgasm every minute or two.”

Grandpa got it that very first evening. Grandma smiled big, but I don’t know what she experienced. Dad said he may have been ‘on the edge for a bit,’ but would have to practice more. Amy said she thought she already knew the general idea, and had had multiple orgasms in the past, but doing it for real was much better. Evidently, she got it that first evening also.

I happened to be watching as Jose was smiling serenely, and kind of jerking and grunting. He obviously got the basics right away. But a moment later, white cum shot out of his dick.

Mom, just kept saying, “This is so great!” She said it like six times. It was weird seeing her running her fingers in little circles in that dark patch. Sometimes, I could see flashes of pink. To think, I came out of there!

I was the last to take off my clothes, hesitating a moment after the others were all naked. Even though I was having all sorts of horniness, I was still… I don’t know, shy, reluctant? I kind of didn’t want them to see how big my boobs were. But I’ll tell you what: Once I was naked with my family and started masturbating, I was a convert. A huge convert! I didn’t have any ongoing or long-lasting orgasms that evening. I just couldn’t hold back, and came almost right away.

So, that was our first Wednesday evening family wank session. We’ve done it every Wednesday since. Sometimes someone won’t be there. Grandma sometimes goes to a card game with her lady friends, but not very often. Dad sometimes has to work late, but he rushes home, usually making it in time to grab the last bite of dinner and join us. Sometimes one or another of us is not in the mood. Like, on occasion, Dad, or Grandpa or Jim or Jose just can’t get it up. I have attended every single session, and am having the time of my life. Oh, yes, I learned the technique!

Homework – Male or Female, Light Chills

Masturbation Homework, Male or Female

Try this new thing. I think it will delight you.

Here’s your homework assignment:

Being a guy, I know this works for men. Women can certainly try it too. My suspicion is it will have the same effect.

Now, maybe you can’t do it. Or, maybe you can. It’s worth a try in any case.

1. Get horny however you do it. Maybe watch your mate take a shower, look at some porn, think crazy thoughts.

2. Get naked and in a comfortable position. Whatever works for you. Could be laying on your bed, standing, or in your recliner.

3. Start rubbing your penis (or vagina until you notice a sort of chill throughout your body.

4. Some men may have trouble noticing this effect. They want to go straight through to ejaculation. Resist the temptation. This will be worth it. You can cum later. In fact, when you do cum, it could be twice as strong as normal.

5. So, take your time, be on the lookout for chills, and wank until you feel something. If you feel like you could orgasm, back off. But don’t wait long. Only a second or two, so you don’t lose the chill effect entirely.

6. Resume wanking. Maybe stroke slowly and lightly. Come back to the state where you feel the chills, but don’t exceed that point.

In time, with practice, you can feel the most delicious, ongoing chill, something I call ‘low orgasm’ and it can last a very long time. Literally minutes. If you fall back down, you can get it back with a little more rubbing. A little more sexual thinking. It might help to very lightly rub something erogenous with your other hand. Perhaps your anus or a nipple.

That’s it. When the time is right, you can let yourself have a crashing orgasm.

Jewish Masturbation

Masturbation and the Jewish Religion

I imagine God to be an older man with a long beard, not unlike our Rabbi. Of course, I know that’s not logical. I have no idea what God really looks like. But all of that is beside the point.

I often ask God for guidance, and I’m pretty sure that’s what I’ve been getting. He speaks to me most clearly when I masturbate. So, here’s what I’ll do: I’ll ponder a decision as I get naked and jerk off.

If the decision I’m trying to make is wrong, it takes me a long time to cum. If it’s a really bad decision, I can’t manage an orgasm at all. If I’m on the right track, I ejaculate right away.

That, to the best of my knowledge, is God speaking to me. Recently, before starting a wank session, I asked God the obvious question: Is wanking a good thing? Because, I’ve heard all sides to that story. I was tending to believe it’s just fine, but you hear everything from it reduces your strength to you can grow hair on your palms. On the other side of the coin, I saw a website (sex270.com) that listed 18 benefits of masturbation from better socialization to reduced blood pressure.

So I asked God, and I came right away. Pushing my luck to the extreme, I then asked, “Should I become a spokesman for this idea?” I mean, should I advocate masturbation, since it is good for people?

I had just ejaculated, so the likelihood of getting a positive answer was greatly reduced. Yet, oddly, I stayed hard, and did indeed ejaculate a second time, something that’s very rare for me. Perhaps it helped that I was thinking about Esther Feldman, the sexiest girl in the whole temple.

I had a calling! I was to become an advocate for masturbation! Toward the end of high school, I was trying very hard to figure out what to study. Now I knew. I’d study psychology, and become a psychologist specializing in sexuality, and from that platform I could push masturbation. It was a great relief knowing the direction my future was to take. I wasn’t the least worried about my decision. After all, God spoke to me quite clearly.

After Hebrew school one afternoon, I had a chance to speak with Rabbi. He’s a great man, but he always has time to listen. I told him about the whole thing – that my calling was to be a masturbation advocate, how God spoke to me through masturbation, and so on.

I was a bit embarrassed to bring that all up, but my parents, and the rabbi, have taught me to be honest, and to speak my mind when appropriate.

I think Rabbi Horowitz smiled a bit, but he quickly moved his sleeve to his beard, so I couldn’t see. He then told me,

“Jacob, you are a great thinker, and should be admired for it. Whatever career path you choose will be right for you. The one thing I’d recommend is to give serious thought to this idea of being a masturbation advocate. There are people in our society, and I mean wider than the Jewish community. I mean, in the whole world, there are some people who are violently opposed to masturbation. It’s crazy, I know, but these people exist, and they could hurt you. They could damage your reputation, maybe even cause physical harm.”

That’s all he said. So, now, I’m in law school. Someone else is going to have to tackle the masturbation issue.

Female Continuous

Female continuous orgasm technique

“It seems kind of weird having you, and older gentleman, sitting there watching.”

“Thank you for saying ‘older gentleman,’ rather than ‘old guy,’ or ‘old fart.’ I’m actually sixty-seven.”

“Well, anyway, you’re just going to sit there, fully clothed, while I’m fully naked, and watch me jilling myself?”

“Yes, and coach you, too.”

They talked a bit more, as she, at first sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed, started masturbating, and the older fellow told her exactly what to do.

“Now, remember, the hardest part is to stop before you go into full orgasm. Try to hold that state. Notice the chills, and whatever else may be going on in your body.”

“Oh, my….” she said, as her muscles tensed, and stayed tensed.

“I’m getting it. Oh, yes, I’m getting it.”

“Just stay in the feeling, being really careful not to go too deep into orgasm.”

“You mean, I’m in orgasm now, right?”

“Do you feel chills? A sort of springiness? Something deep in your belly, perhaps?”

“Yes, all those things. Plus, I’m feeling it big-time in my clit.”

“Great, you are indeed in ongoing continuous orgasm.”

“Oh, it’s slipping away.”

“Don’t worry, your body has already learned what you want. It will help you. As your body catches on, it won’t be at all difficult to stay in the state. Bring yourself back up to orgasm, and enjoy every feeling along the way.”

“OK.”

After a couple of minutes…

“Oh! Ah! Here it is again. This is amazing! I’ve had multiple orgasms before, but never just stayed in orgasm. Oh my God! Now I’m getting the pulsing contractions too, but they just keep going!”

“By gosh, you got it on the first try. Many women, and men, have to practice quite a bit before they get to continuous orgasm.”

“Ooooo…”

“Enjoy. Just let it do what it will. Be natural.”

After a few more minutes…

“Whew! That was so amazing! Say, do you ever get naked and masturbate along with your clients?”

“Yes, sometimes, when I’m invited.”

“You know, I could do it some more, and yes, you’re invited!”

Two Fun Exercises

Try this:

Get naked.
Do pushups on a carpeted surface or over a towel
At the bottom of each push up, let your penis or vagina touch or rub on the carpet or towel.
You may or may not orgasm from this process, but you’ll develop muscles!

Or, if you have an exercise bike, ride it naked with one hand on the handlebar, and the other hand wherever you’d like.

New Exercise

Start masturbating in your favorite way.

As you approach orgasm, back off, but only a little bit.

I want you to focus on really feeling the impending orgasm.

For men, it’s important not to let yourself ejaculate just yet. Your whole body will really want you to cum, but with sufficient focus and determination you can overcome that. Believe me, you’ll be well-rewarded for doing so.

For women, it’s important to stay in the light, beginning stages of orgasm. You don’t want a full-blown orgasm yet, because minutes or maybe even an hour of pure joy awaits.

Keep backing off, but only for a second. Don’t let the pre-orgasmic feeling die entirely away.

If you can hold off, knowing that this is entirely possible, that lots of people practice it every day, then you’re in for a real treat.

You can get to where you are in an actual orgasmic state and stay in it for quite a while. You may feel tingles anywhere from the top of your head to your feet, although most often, the greatest intensity is in the middle of your body. Exactly where it happens doesn’t matter, you’ll be in full orgasmic physiology. Pure joy.

You will have to pay attention, especially if you’re a man. You might be so caught up in what you’re doing that you don’t notice what’s going on in other parts of your body. Feel it. Notice it!

If you’re a guy, with practice, you can learn to have dry orgasms as strong as ejaculations, maybe even stronger, but certainly longer lasting than ejaculatory orgasms. And the cool part is you can do it over and over again. You may even get urethral contractions, but nothing comes out. Or in some cases, you get only a drop or two of cum each time. When you finally do cum, if you cum, it will be super-strong. Some guys will actually quit without cumming, saving ejaculation for another day, which leaves you in a heightened state all day. Like, colors are brighter. You may not believe me. You’ll just have try it to find out for yourself.

For women, especially for those who haven’t experienced long-lasting continuous orgasms before, you get to enjoy either continuous orgasms, or waves of orgasm over and over again. If you’re already experienced this, see how much farther you can take it.

OK folks. Give it a try, and then write a detailed comment below letting us all know what happened for you.

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Something Different, Give This a Try


female masturbating, give this a try

I’d like you to give this a try, then leave a comment below and let everyone know how it went. This will work for both men and women.

Start masturbating in your favorite way.

As you approach orgasm, back off, but only a little bit.

I want you to focus on really feeling the impending orgasm.

For men, it’s important not to let yourself ejaculate just yet. Your whole body will really want you to cum, but with sufficient focus and determination you can overcome that. Believe me, you’ll be well-rewarded for doing so.

For women, it’s important to stay in the light, beginning stages of orgasm. You don’t want a full-blown orgasm yet, because minutes or maybe even an hour of pure joy awaits.

Keep backing off, but only for a second. Don’t let the pre-orgasmic feeling die entirely away.

If you can hold off, knowing that this is entirely possible, that lots of people practice it every day, then you’re in for a real treat.

You can get to where you are in an actual orgasmic state and stay in it for quite a while. You may feel tingles anywhere from the top of your head to your feet, although most often, the greatest intensity is in the middle of your body. Exactly where it happens doesn’t matter, you’ll be in full orgasmic physiology. Pure joy.

You will have to pay attention, especially if you’re a man. You might be so caught up in what you’re doing that you don’t notice what’s going on in other parts of your body. Feel it. Notice it!

If you’re a guy, with practice, you can learn to have dry orgasms as strong as ejaculations, maybe even stronger, but certainly longer lasting than ejaculatory orgasms. And the cool part is you can do it over and over again. You may even get urethral contractions, but nothing comes out. Or in some cases, you get only a drop or two of cum each time. When you finally do ejaculate, if you ejaculate, it will be super-strong. Some guys will actually quit without cumming, saving ejaculation for another day, which leaves you in a heightened state all day. Like, colors are brighter.  You may not believe me. You’ll just have try it to find out for yourself.

For women, especially for those who haven’t experienced long-lasting continuous orgasms before, you get to enjoy either continuous orgasms, or waves of orgasm over and over again. If you’re already experienced this, see how much farther you can take it.

Have patience. You may need to try this more than once before it works for you. I did teach it to one guy who got it on his very first attempt. Others could take months to really get it. But practicing is fun, right?

OK folks. Give it a try, and once you get it, write a detailed comment below letting us all know what happened for you.

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Girl at 14


At 14, my boobs had grown about as much as I figured they were going to. I was simultaneously very proud of my grown-up look, and a bit freaked out about how big they had become. I remember the day they first started to have that folded-over look – you know, where they aren’t just bumps on your chest, but flop down against your chest. I happened to notice on a warm day when I felt sweat under there for the first time.

It had become quite common for me to get naked in my room when my brother was out, and my parents were at work. I’d spend most of an hour just admiring my body in my full-length mirror, and just running my hands over my tits, over and over again, sometimes just squeezing a bit. Then, at some point, I’d start running my fingertips ever so lightly over my nipples, especially my right nipple for some reason. Sometimes I’d take this soft makeup brush I had and I’d tickle my nipples super lightly.

Of course you know that would set off the full-on, irresistible horny feelings, and pretty soon, a fly on the wall would have seen me with my left hand between my legs rubbing my clit like there was no tomorrow, and my left hand fondling my right nipple. Sometimes, I wasn’t even very gentle. I’d be all contorted on the bed, having orgasm after orgasm.

In the throes of that state, as I’m sure you know, one isn’t very cognizant of one’s surroundings. It didn’t matter. It was just my room, the door was jammed shut with a door stop I had slipped under the edge, and my silly brother and parents were all out.

Or so I thought! Suddenly, the door burst open. I had no idea anyone had come home early. I had no idea that the door stop would just slide out of the way.

It was my father. My handsome, tall, policeman father. A man I admired greatly. In fact, more than one of my masturbation fantasies involved him!

“Oh, Sweetie!” is all he said, before he quickly closed the door and left. He sounded quite disappointed, but maybe he was just surprised. Maybe that was a sort of apology for barging in. The way he said it, I couldn’t tell.

The position I was in on my bed gave him a very clear view of my anus and pussy. Not good!

You never saw a girl get dressed so quickly in her life! My brain was running in high-speed circles. What would I say? How could I explain this to him? Maybe I could tell him, I was just scratching an itch. My vagina itched. No, that wouldn’t work.

I waited in my room as if it was a jail cell for an hour. I couldn’t even look at the computer or anything. I was just running multiple scenarios through my brain as to what was going to happen when I saw my dad next. None of these scenarios were any good.

Finally, my mom called me down to dinner. I had to face the music. I went very, very slowly down the stairs, and was no doubt blushing big time as I came to the dinner table.

My oblivious brother didn’t notice anything different. If my mom or dad noticed anything, no one said anything. At least not for a moment.

Then my mom said, quite cryptically, “Hon, we respect your privacy…” It seemed like she was about to add something more, but fell silent.

That’s when my dad started in. I was practically shaking in fear. “Honey, and Jim, you to,” glancing at my brother, “I know you guys have been wanting locks on your bedroom doors. I’m going to the hardware store right after dinner, and I’m going to install locks for you.”

That’s all he said. I kept waiting for the axe to fall. I figured I’d get some lecture to end all lectures, and right in front of my brother. But not another word came from either parent about what had happened. Instead, the conversation was about driving to the hardware store, and my mom wanted some touch up paint for a scratch on the fridge, and so on. You can be sure I wasn’t going to bring it up.

To this day, twenty years later, not a thing has been said about that incident. My dad did install the locks. It took me a week before I felt good about masturbating again, but in time, I returned to admiring my boobs in my mirror, and then bringing myself to crashing orgasms.

Sometimes, when my husband is at work, I still start a session of fondling my boobs, tickling my nipples, and then launching into full on masturbation. Only these days, I add in a vibrator, and sometimes even another little vibrator in my butt.

Anorexia Tale

Starting from an early age, I developed anorexia nervosa, the eating disorder.

By the time I was eighteen, I was exercising like a maniac, spending hours after school at the gym, jogging all the time, and eating very little. Very, very little.

I became dangerously thin, but didn’t realize it. I’d look down at how my thighs squished out when I’d sit on a toilet for instance, and just know I had to lose weight. Crazy, I know, but that’s really what I thought. It didn’t matter that when I looked in a mirror, I could see all my ribs. I just knew I was too fat.

Everyone told me I was exercising too much, and not eating enough. They said it wasn’t normal. It was if I couldn’t hear them. I thought they were all crazy. They didn’t exercise enough. They were just jealous.

Sometimes I’d get terribly dizzy, and have to sit or lay down for a while.

Thinking back on it now, I realized I was often passing out. One day near the end of my senior year, I passed out in class. The school nurse made a big deal about it, and ended up calling an ambulance. She called my parents, too, and I was terribly embarrassed.

I don’t remember the ambulance ride. I must have passed out again on the way. I did wake up in the waiting room at the hospital. My mom and dad were with me. They had seen me becoming thinner and thinner for so long, they, like me, didn’t believe there was anything wrong. They somehow didn’t see it when I picked at my food, and when they paid my gym membership, they must have thought that it’s not uncommon for girls to want to become very athletic. They never noticed that I didn’t play any sports. I just exercised endlessly. My sister kept telling me I was a nut case, but just thought she was being a typically bothersome kid.

Finally, an orderly led me into an exam cubicle in the emergency room. I was thinking everyone was making much too big a deal of it. I was still feeling weak, but it was probably just that I was coming down with the flu or something.

A youngish male doctor came in, all brusque, acting if I wasn’t a real person, but just someone to whom one asks questions. He kept going on and on about my diet. No, I stayed away from sugar and carbs. Of course I did. Passing out? No, I never really did until that day. “I must be getting the flu.” I told him.

He wrapped a cuff around my arm and took my blood pressure. A nurse came in and stabbed my arm for blood samples. It didn’t really hurt, because I was still woozy, probably because I had eaten too much, I figured. The doctor checked my reflexes. He stuck a tongue depressor in my mouth. He ran a stethoscope all over me. Then he parted the curtains and left the cubicle.

A nurse handed me a hospital gown. I was to change into that. I really didn’t want to, plus it was difficult. I almost passed out again in the process. The doctor returned. He felt all along my back. He felt my ribs in front. Then only saying, “May I?” and not waiting for answer, he started pressing his fingers all over my boobs, checking for lumps, I assumed.

The nurse returned with a tray. I saw something big and metally on it, but as the doctor was having me lay down, he arranged some things on the end of the table, I couldn’t really make out what the things were. He had me scoot forward, and lifted my legs up, into the things. It was weirdly comfortable having my legs higher than my head. Maybe it made the blood rush to my brain. My awareness was starting to clear up. At that moment, it occurred to me my gown probably wasn’t covering my crotch. He could see my pussy! This wasn’t good. Not at all! But then again, he was a doctor. I guessed it was OK, but still…

Then the unthinkable happened. He rubbed some goo on my puss, and before I could react, I felt his fingers pressing my labia apart. He inserted the big, cold metal thing, which I know now was a speculum. The doctor turned a screw, and spread my vagina wide open. Not only had no one ever seen my puss other than my parents when I was little, he had it jammed wide open – I could feel a sort of cool breeze in there – he was looking inside my body.

I cannot explain this, but it was the most incredible feeling. It was not sexual. It was more like I was truly being taken care of for the first time in my life. A moment later, I orgasmed. Surely the doctor noticed, but he didn’t say anything.

All too soon, he pulled the speculum out. I couldn’t see what he did next, but I felt it. He had evidently applied some goo to his finger, and pressed it slowly but surely up my butt. Even though it hurt a bit, the incredible ‘being cared for’ feeling came over me again, and I orgasmed again.

Then it was over. My diagnosis: Anexoria. It took me a year of therapy sessions to even believe it. At one point, I had convinced myself that I had a heart condition, and that was the cause for my troubles. Me, anorexia? Impossible!

To this very day, I get sick to my stomach when I watch someone eat a big cheeseburger, or eat a large meal. But, I’ve learned to accept my condition. I’ve put on weight, and am totally healthy, but I do have to make a point to eat three meals a day. There’s still a little voice inside me that says I shouldn’t eat lunch, or that a full slice of pie is way too much.

Oh, and I masturbate often. My husband knows. Oh, we have plenty of sex, but I still need to masturbate several times a day. It started that day in the hospital. Prior to that I had masturbated only occasionally. The very next day, I was a wanking fanatic, frequently thinking back to my exam, and fantasizing about it in various ways. I think to a small degree I’ve replaced my eating disorder with a masturbation disorder, and that’s alright with me [she laughs].



Although less common, boys can also become anorexic


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