Look What You’ve Inspired
If you’ve ever shared your solo sessions on MarriageHeat, look what you’ve inspired.
It starts out, and I’m alone—awake in our bed. This isn’t a quickie while wife is downstairs. It’s not done in a hurry between kids, or wife, coming home from school, work, or errands.
No one is home. No one coming home today. Breathe easy. Everything is calm. No tension. No looking over my shoulder. The silence of the house is a special atmosphere I walk in. I get so few of these times. I relish them.
“Ahh,” I breathe a long sigh of relief.
I can get naked watching TV, or to go out in the garage. I can open the blinds just enough to see neighbors, but they don’t see me—at least, I hope so.
It can happen on the couch, my chair, the tub, or just about anywhere.
It’s abandon I learned from my youth. What I’m about to do comes from my late high school and early college days. I could be locked away inside my room for hours when I had the house to myself.
It happened first by reading. I was always more interested in reading erotica, but I also supplemented with viewing porn. Penthouse Letters was where I cut my teeth. By this time, I found erotic digests at book stores—both adult and mainstream book stores. It could happen at night when I went to bed, or when I woke in the morning. Morning was my favorite time.
I woke this particular morning feeling relaxed and lazy in our bed. The just-waking buzz, the coolness of the room, the warmth of the blankets, and the silence were a mix that intoxicated me. It was just me. My own hands. My body. My time.
Where I once used porn, being alone is more than enough to slip into my own. Privacy never felt so good. I will still read from time to time—MH and other places. Even more rarely, I will view some wife “porn,” like pics of us I have on my phone. I mostly stay away from big porn.
Most of the time… it’s just me.
Just the slightest graze of my finger tips over my nipples brings an intense tickle that echoes the length of my cock. Under the covers, I lay in my briefs. I sigh a little in reaction. Thoughts flash in my mind of the spectacular times my wife and I have had sex. Scenarios form. My penis starts to rouse.
My eyes open. I reach for my phone. I read erotica I’ve written about us. I casually stroll through the writings—to enjoy. To savor. I browse my notes, looking at us having sex—a close up I always like to see of my cock pushing into her doggie style. Another, where she’s naked, tits and pussy on display as I start to mount her in missionary. I love her and I together. I love seeing a pic of just her, or of just me, because it’s all about us being hot for one another. Her aroused, me aroused. Honoring the marriage bed.
My cock swells up in my hand as I read. Reaching under my briefs, I find I’m at that soft but thick stage. Not rigid, just playfully getting to length, with a hot, rolling fatness. The thickest vein is noticeable. Details come into that familiar texture of smoothness. Flopping and fat in my hand. The sting of sensation is a fun buzz in my penis. Muted, but definitely a great electric current. Slowly building in flavor and intensity.
I find the Q & A section of my notes. I copied a text I had sent her previously.
“Just a game. I know it won’t ever happen, nor either of us want it to. Just play and have fun. Would you rather…
- Be tied a picture window of an old road side motel, naked, curtains open, full frontal on display. You see everything and everybody walk by while I pleasure you non stop for 30 minutes. Or,
- Be tied to a bed in a luxury hotel. Blindfolded. Completely naked on your back. Nothing covering you. All four limbs pulled to the four corners of a king size bed. And I leave the building, with the door propped open, for 2 hours?”
She picked the luxury hotel. I always love that answer…
My dick is hard now. Not as hard as it will be, but hard.
I play with myself. The spongey head is soft between my fingers. It always feels great to handle myself. The usual feels always get me there, but it’s sensational to feel myself in unusual ways, too. The muscle tone of my shaft in my palm right side up, oh my. But an upside down grip just feels awesome. The muscular shaft really pops in this position.
I once took a pic of my cum oozing from her open vag just after sex, drooling down her petals. Ohhh, the smell comes to mind. Memories of sight and smell, opening her up, ready to taste. She is intoxicating. The musk. I love her pussy after a days work. The next morning, even better. The slight taste of sweat and urine. The sting of salt and heat on my tongue. The sight of lips peeling apart. The scent of woman. The Goldilocks just right scene of the senses.
I put my phone down. I get up and go pee, watching my hard cock urinate. I feel the pressure, the tingle, and slight acidy feel of warmth as urine sprays out the length of my cock. I twist a little as it leaves the tip of my plump head. My penis softens just a bit as I wash up.
I take off my briefs beside the bed and slip back into it. The blankets gather around my feet as I push them down.
Both hands find a nipple. I tickle them. My back arches. A deep breath of sensational euphoria. My knees spread. I pinch and roll the fullness of my nipples. There’s a spot that works such a feel good texture into my body. Scenarios fill my mind. Not so righteous thoughts enter my entertainment. Sex, fantasies, what-ifs fed by years of exploration, porn, and experiences that were, and what could’ve been. My wife is in most, but not in others—not by design, more just the experience of the past driving it all.
My cock hardens back up. The bulb head is now more sensitive and sparking with a desire to turn the ignition on and rev on the gas till the finish. I roll my nipples more. A pain and pleasure shoots from nips to tip. I push my hard cock up into the air, butt cheeks squeezing as I push into an imagined pussy.
I open my phone again, scrolling through pics. My cock gets even harder, now. It is hot to my touch. It seems bigger than before.
I move into the main event—just one long session of slow-as-molasses masturbation. Just rolling my foreskin up over my plump mushroom head, as far as it will go. Then, pulling it back down the length of my hot rod stretching the foreskin as far down as it will go. With a slight little pull till pain just shows up in the upper half of my dick. Then, repeat. And, keep repeating. Just slow enough where the sensation does not leave, but is not an active increase of intensity. Just a long slow repeat of the slowest up and the slowest down.
I get some distraction from pics and erotica along the way. Ten minutes pass. I move my legs to many different positions as this goes on—from as stretched open as I can get them, to knees apart and feet touching, to everything closed. But what gets the most sensation stirring is as open as can be.
Another ten minutes go by.
At times, I will work to be my own cock ring. I hold my breath and push into my penis, contracting all my muscles into my cock, then I squeeze. I hold it. Then I do this a few more times, pumping blood into my penis, if you will. If you do it too much it will hurt, so I don’t do it too much. My cock plumps up thick and hard—the hardest it can get. It becomes more red. The head even gets thicker and more rigid. It loses the sponginess. The muscles and veins of the whole shaft bulge and harden. I hold my dick tight. I hold the squeeze I have on it. It’s as if my rock hard cock is on steroids. It’s amazing.
All of these things and more I do, slowly playing with myself. Another ten to fifteen minutes elapse. The key is to keep some kind of low and slow sensation, jacking off as slow as can be. Eventually, the sting of sensation grows. Almost imperceptibly.
It becomes a constant sensation of edging. You do not let up on the technique. The cock ring grip is just a play or intermission in the overall session of nice, slow, and easy play on your cock. The longer you can hold out, the more you keep it up, the more the sensation mounts you. The more the sensation intensifies and takes you over. You have to be patient. Be intentional to not get impatient. This journey is the real deal excitement.
More time goes by.30 minutes turn into an hour.
Now, I have to slow down even more, because my body wants to cum. The constant sting of a constant edge is too much. I have to let off my cock. One more slow motion up or down was going to make it explode. I don’t want to cum yet. It’s too intense. I let go of my dick. Let the urge to cum subside.
Only seconds though. My concentration moves to another part of my cock. I wag it back and forth from the base. I squeeze the top half, feeling all of it’s heat and power, or I just take a breath. Then, go back to the slow, slow stroke. I go hands off only to cool the cumming sensation, and go back at the stroke almost immediately so not to lose the edge.
My mind is no longer using my phone. I am no longer thinking of memories. My wife is not a thought. My focus is on me, now. I’m looking at my activity. Admiring my dick. Salivating over my stroking. I am taking in every sensation as my foreskin peels from my head and slides down my rocket ready for countdown. My cock head is purple. Foreskin gliding over the curvature of my cockscape. I’m working to increase the pleasure as I pull my skin tight at the base.
My dick is about to explode. I am not clenching, tightening, or contracting any groin or butt muscle. I am just letting the sensations to cum fill me. I’m shaking. Breathing deep and heavy.
The sting starts to radiate. The vein of blood is the tightest. The vein of cum underneath is rock hard and full!
I can’t take it anymore. The edge takes over and cuts into the length of my member. My loins spark an ignition that swells into my balls and up my cock in my hand. All the blood, cum, and muscle stands at rigid attention as my body starts to shiver. I hold my breath while my body naturally convulses into orgasm. I hold my breath as shock wave after shock wave rushes my cock, pummeling me, hit after hit. My dick rages with conviction.
Convulsion and cum wrestle to shoot hot sticky streams from my rigid lumber in my hand. The first ejaculation hits my pillow, right by my ear. The second hits my chin, splashing on my lip. The third shoots a white streak two feet straight up, and lands with a heavy splat on my chest. The fourth on my belly. The next one jumping out of me drapes from waistline to hand. Then the rest shoots on my fist wrapped around my cock. Then a few last spurts, finally oozing down over my fingers and thumb.
As the orgasm came and went, I finally, but slowly, let out my breath. A slow, steamy, raspy, “Ooooohhhhhh” shakes out of me as the ride was cumming to an end.
A big, sloppy mess had been made. I lay in it, not having to hurry and clean up before anyone noticed. I basked in the afterglow. I was breathing heavy and deep.
Finally, things slowed down. I got up and showered.
My best masturbation experience. Ever.
Nice SCMM! This is one of the best descriptions of male solo time I’ve ever seen.
I’m glad you made the most of your private time. Those moments are rare and precious, and you definitely set the bar. 😉
I love that you had some sexy pics of your wife to inspire you. I also love the way you describe her pussy; from the cum oozing down her petals to her intoxicating scent, especially after a days work or the next morning.
Some ladies are self-conscious about their aroma, but the more raw and natural the better, IMHO.
Anyway, I loved it and it got me to thinking about my next solo adventure!
Wow, I am humbled. I write them how I feel them. So, glad you liked it. Private time like this is gold.
Yes, my wife is that way. Sometimes she has said, you don't wanna go down there. But, other times she has said, ok, but you go at your own risk. I think women, have that self conscious caution about that. But, seriously, after work or the next morning is definitely prime time. It is not bad at all.
Let us know how that next adventure goes.
My wife used to thoroughly clean her pussy before sex despite my sincere and lusty affirmation of how much I loved her natural taste and scent; I honestly found the excessive cleanliness a turn off.
What I wanted was to enjoy the untainted musk of her womanly secretions. (Which, just thinking about is getting my cock hard)
She just never got it, though.
While I’m all for healthy hygiene, I wish women would embrace the erotic and overwhelmingly intoxicating elixir of their pussies as a blessing native to their sexuality.
Just my HO…
Yes, hygiene is good. But, give us husbands a little credit. We only want to enjoy them, AND give them something they will enjoy. And, if things smelled a little off they're still in a safe place where we would still be a loving husband about it.
Pre-married, before I met my wife (not boasting about sin). I was in bed with a girlfriend, early in the relationship. I wanted to eat her out & she absolutely said no way I was getting down there like that. She told me why, too. A girl she knew back in high school had let a guy do that to her, & the next day he told all his friends her pussy stank. The girl was mortified, & it had gotten around school. I really felt sorry for the girl. I didn't pressure my girlfriend. But, that opened my eyes to the game we play. Things like that have huge consequences. More than we think. Women, it seems, generally are way self conscious & then that happens. Even over things we men mean nothing by saying it.
Sorry girls, we guys can be idiots, sometimes. But, many times (not like above) we just don't know how to say, or not say, anything.
My heart goes out to you both, KM.
This got me going this morning , I was sitting in the chair with my coffee beside me wearing only my robe it wasn't long before he untied my sash and my fingers began to roam my own body.
I know I've said it before that it's not unusual for M. or I to be caught masturbating by the other.
I believe that it's one of the sexiest things you can do for your spouse we also enjoy sitting across the room from one another watching each other masturbate. Sometimes directing one another as to what we would like to see.
I've already shared about his sister who's 2 years younger than us how over the years stopping over at one another's place we would have catch one another masturbating because we would just be able to walk right into each other's house.
And of course I've told you that I would wrap it up right there when she would come in because I wouldn't want to be masturbating in front of her although it didn't bother me to be naked in front of her because that was a pretty common thing for us over the years and different situations to be naked with one another.
But she was quite the opposite being the wild child and she would just continue all the way to orgasm..
Lady L. 💋
Thanks Lady L. I'm glad I could I be a part of your solo play that you & your husband enjoyed. Masturbation play between spouses together is a marvelous things. I love the slow burn style of play. Taking the time to take it all in. That's really great play. Love seeing you two in my mind watching each other.
Love the details you share about how you & your husband play. How you support & blend together is amazing. Absolutely, love when you share about you & your sister in law. That's not only make-me-hard-exciting, but how your husband knows, approves. & is a voice of reason in it is inspiring.
I know it'll never happen, but you know how people ask, if you could pick anyone to sit down with & just talk, over breakfast, or something, where you get to talk about anything, & pick their brain. One of my picks would be you & your husband.
Wow! Reading about men enjoying their bodies is a HUGE turn-on for me! Your descriptions were delightful too. "Curvature of my cockscape"? Elegant yet hot word picture! It's a scene like this that makes me very excited about someday getting married and enjoying the sight and sounds of my man exploring himself and cumming. And if I get to help him out, even better!
Completely agree! 💯
I'm glad you enjoyed it! You are so correct. I think masturbating has its purpose for the individual, but I would much rather play this scene out with my wife, at least some. To be on the same page, to take the time, it is a different scene. Individual & together has its points. Thanks for your kind words, & your wonderful episodes you share.
Excellent synopsis brother. Our male sexuality is such a gift. It is a need that we have with an intensity that is only behind our need of food and water. It's great to share stories like this as it what we all do as husbands, fathers and single men. I think I masturbate more now than when I was a teen. The hours long edging sessions are fantastic. Like you, I get revved up thinking about sex with my wife. After a while, during long periods of edging, our minds pretty much merge with our dicks with our focus solely on what we are experiencing as a man. I also engage with nipple play all the time and always use lube (Albolene is my lube of choice for edging). It's amazing how my male sexual traits flood my brain when I am deep in edging. My body hair, strength, cum load, and of course, admiration of my cock and balls fuel the fire. For fellas who have never tried edging, it is totally worth it. I edge several times a day M-F just enjoying having a large load. Its great how we can relate to stroking just to the brink and then backing off letting the urge subside so we can ride the pleasure that much longer. My longest session is four hours straight when my wife and kids were out of town. I like to save it for my wife but other times I may shoot the load if she is not up for sex. Loved your recollection of her creampie. I am also into cumplay as well. I don't use any porn as I think its destructive on so many levels. Keep up the great writing.
Exactly! I have jacked off since the 3rd grade. But, only being free to do it now, without thinking it a sin, later as an adult.
I firmly believe marriage couples should do it together. But, now I am seeing my dick, my cum, & my body are created altogether, in me. Why not masturbate your created body?
You're correct tex76 it is to be something enjoyed. Too many times, like I used to believe, we get afraid we will be addicted, or it will take the place of our spouse. It doesn't. At least it never has for me.
Glad you enjoyed my post. Thanks.
It's those times when a man becomes one with his penis. It reminds him in the most powerful and primal way that he is a man.
Very well said Trev. Wholeheartedly agree. It is sexual, but different than sex. I don't even like to call it solo sex, because it doesn't involve another person (it can, but…), nor is it intercourse. I see it as an individual aspect of who we are first. Why can't a woman touch herself before she ever knows anything about intercourse? Why can't a guy know what it means to have an erection before ever dating? It is a terrible thing to rob the individual of who they are, by God's created wisdom.
Hey. This is my first ever comment on this site. I actually made this account after reading this post.
I’m a virgin, not married. Holding out is hard. But I’m worth it and so is my future husband!!!
Anyway reading your orgasm was sooooo sexy. I have a few journals, I love writing. Anyway, one of my journals is basically a ‘sec’ diary. My fantasies and detailing how I masturbate-I can’t believe I’m typing this.
Thanks for sharing this and being thorough. It’s like I was masturbating with you, well with the guy in my imagination anyway.
This might be a question for the MH editors. Could I maybe share a diary entry?
[From MH: Of course! We have multiple community members who keep similar "sex journals" and sometimes post entries here! You're welcome to post short snippets (a few hundred words or less) as comments on relevant posts. You're also welcome to submit a story for publication if you have something to share beyond a few hundred words. However, our site has received more story submissions over the last few months, and we have a backlog of stories scheduled out for several months. That means if you choose to submit a story, it may not get published for several months. (Our volunteer editing/moderation team can only keep up with so much.) But in the mean time, feel free to participate in the discussions in the comments, and have a look at our Guidelines page to get an idea of our values, rules and behavioral standards.
And with that, welcome to MarriageHeat! We hope you enjoy your time here with our community, learning about and appreciating the beauty of sex when used the right way!]
"I’m a virgin, not married. Holding out is hard. But I’m worth it and so is my future husband!!!" Congratulations on achieving that. You got this far, keep it up. You've proven you can. You are correct, you are worth it. Celebrating with you.
Wow! Thanks for your great reply. I'm glad to have been a part of your intimacy. And, thanks for the wonderful images I have now.
Welcome, & looking forward to reading your posts. If this little reply is any indicator, they will be hot.
@EmmaC Welcome to MH… at least the commenting / writing side! God doesn’t give sex drives to only married people. He wires nearly every human adult with an active sex drive. Enjoy it! And yes write about it… definitely in your private journals be as provocative and raunchy and honest as possible! Not only will it help you be more bold as a public writer, but one day you can gift those journals to your FH, and he will get so hard reading your entries!!
Welcome to the community Emma, it's always nice to see another female here.
We have a number of men and women who are in the same situation single and in a lot of cases virgins yet.
You will find that this is a very supportive community of people people who feel that sharing our sexual experiences only serve to enhance other marriages or yet to be marriages. Glad to have you here and be sure to check the comments when you go on your profile they'll be at the bottom of the page and you'll find out if you are getting any response either your comments or stories.
Lady L. 💋