Masturbation

Such a Lovely Word, don’t you think?  Doesn’t it conjure up some nice memories, bring a nice little curl to your lips?

It really amazes me, at how at times in our history, as a race, we have looked down on Masturbation. I mean come on, didn’t even the old Ancients of Greece, or Caveman even, jack themselves off? They had to, because it wasn’t like every waking minute that they sported a boner, they could find some willing person to poke, so they had to jack off. I mean come on, it DOES FEEL GOOD!

HOW CAN SOMETHING THAT FEELS SO GOOD BE EVER THOUGHT OF AS BEING BAD OR A DISEASE OR ILLNESS?

Yet throughout history, sex has been made to be thought of, as something dirty, or as a chore or obligation to produce a sire. I mean come on, sex is fun, is pleasure, and everyone deserves a bit of pleasure, don’t they?

Besides, let’s be honest, we all get boners, and we all like to drop the drawers and give that tool of ours a bit of a pull, until that creamy white stuff dribbles out. Okay, for some it may explode out, but point is, WE ALL DO IT. And yes, that includes all those straight laced conservative married types, who think PORN is bad and evil.

EVEN US AVERAGE TYPES ENJOY JERKING OFF

I love science, and the advances we have made but there are times when I wonder if we haven’t gotten too wrapped up into needing reasons, for doing what is natural, what is pleasurable. I mean do you really think the Caveman stopped to wonder if he’d grow hairy palms by playing with his dick too much? Or that he might go blind because he jacked off a few times, before heading out to battle a dinosaur?

Do you really think he thought that if he jerked off too many times, that he was somehow going to not produce any offspring or that his wasted seed was somehow a sin?  I DON’T THINK SO! Hell, all he knew was that when he grabbed his dick, it got hard, made him grunt harder, breathe faster, and then suddenly feel an overwhelming sense of pleasure, as some white gooey stuff came flooding out of the tip of his dick. Bet he didn’t even know what to call it, but whatever he grunted for it, he knew it felt good.