Masturbation

Pretty much any polling data on orgasms is interesting. Isn’t it?

Today, I want to watch you. Stand before me. Show me everything, slowly.

PornHub wants to save the planet, and I’m happy to do my part.

Live-blogging a woman making herself come while I listen.

She’s elusive, busy, maybe a little ambivalent — but she’s sent me two orgasms, and in both you can hear her smile.

A woman I haven’t met yet sends me the sounds of her coming. Four times in 36 hours. There were more, but I can’t share those.

A reader points me to an interesting project: women talking about, and demonstrating, how they get off — educational, not pornographic, though the line is, as always, blurry.

Stand in front of me. I’ll be sitting, stroking my cock through my jeans.

The question isn’t whether the orgasms are real, but whether the sounds are performed — and whether that distinction even matters.

I want thirty more minutes of her time, and I know exactly how I want her to spend them.