The Art Of Masturbation


How often do you masturbate?  Why do you masturbate?  Do you have certain masturbatory rituals that you go through when you decide to masturbate?

Yes, The Mature Sex Goddess masturbates.  Why?  Because it is quick and convenient, very little mess and no one to contend with upon completion.

No, The Mature Sex Goddess is not a cold-hearted bitch…okay, maybe I am a little cold, but it all boils down to the physical gratification of sex for me…thus, a quick indulgence of masturbation fills the bill, gets my blood to pumping, as well as relieves the stress I may be feeling at that particular time.   Masturbating eliminates the need for a man at that particular time…not necessarily at other times but when in a hurry, fills the bill!!

How often do you masturbate?  Why do you masturbate?  Do you have certain masturbatory rituals that you go through when you decide to masturbate?

Yes, The Mature Sex Goddess masturbates.  Why?  Because it is quick and convenient, very little mess and no one to contend with upon completion.

When do I masturbate?  Usually in the morning before I get in the shower on a work week morning.  There have been times when I’ve masturbated more than once a day, but for the most part, once in the morning gets me through the day…or can carry me over until my evening plans, if I have any that involve sex.  I don’t necessarily need a man to complete my sexual circle…I am a woman that can handle my own sexuality and sometimes, I actually prefer the “solo” route because I don’t need a man to complete myself sexually or otherwise!!!

Okay, I masturbate in the morning…what sort of “ritual” do I go through or indulge?  I usually take my favorite toy of the moment, a battery-operated vibrator, a small bottle of spray on lubricant, misting the vibrator on the cock molded rotating shaft portion and then the little rabbit ears of the clitoral stimulator, lay down just so in my bathroom floor where my legs can rest on my vanity sink cabinet and on of the closet doors.

I could go and get on the bed, but in the morning, right before I get in the shower, it’s all about convenience…I spread my legs, put my feet on the sink cabinet and closet door, turn on both the rotating shaft and vibrator little rabbit ears…insert the toy and begin getting into my mind…

I believe that any sexual activity or masturbatory indulgence begins in the mind…after all, the mind is a human’s biggest sex organ!!!  My masturbatory fantasies usually center around being “forced” to do something sexual, something naughty…

I have a very vivid imagination so…I envision a tall man with lots of hair, dark hair on both his body and head…he’s a good looking man, with a nice sized cock.  My most favorite of all masturbatory men is the priest.  No, I’m not catholic but I envision a man in the dark clothes of a priest, the black shirt with the white collar insert…black trousers, black shoes…he wears white underwear and has an air about him.

In my fantasy, I go to this priest to confess my sexual sins.  I am not a member of his parish but I’ve done my homework and found some other women that have reported to me that this priest is the one to seek for redemption from the grasps of sexual misconduct…also known as “bad girl syndrome!”  This is a woman that wants to fuck any and every man with a cock…doesn’t matter who it is, where it is…she just wants to fuck all the time…

This particular priest has a particular air about him, a sexual aura…I can’t wait to tell him all about my desires to fuck various men…I go into explicit detail for the priest…for some reason, we’re not doing my deviant, sexual confessions in a confession booth but rather in his office…the door is locked and he’s told his secretary he is not to be disturbed, in fact, he told her she could take off early this late afternoon, he would lock up when he was done with my confession.  Before the woman left for the evening, she brought a tray of hot tea and biscuits…

The priest told me to continue with my confession while he poured the tea.  When he was finished pouring the tea he returned to sit behind his big massive oak desk…I sip my tea and continue my confession, telling him how much pleasure I get in finding a man, taking my time to undress him…I love to get down to a man’s underwear and very slowly pull it off of him, revealing his cock and balls.  I love to see how hairy or not a man is…I love to see how turned on the man is by my slow, methodical undressing…

I love to take a man’s cock in my hands and examine every inch of his manhood.  Sometimes I can’t wait to lick and suck on the cock, work my tongue all around the rim of the head of his cock-meat…I love to cup his balls, trying to get an idea of how full his balls might be of his boiling cum load…

The priest tells me to continue…I then tell the priest that I am so turned on telling him all of my deepest, darkest, desires that I can hardly keep my legs together in front of him.  In fact, I am dying to know what his, the priest’s cock looks like…

He smiles, he looks as though he’s thinking but he doesn’t look surprised or rattled.  “Do you really want to see what my cock looks like?”  he asks.  I eagerly nod, yes.  “Then come around here, let me show you what my cock looks like,” he tells me.

I don’t hesitate, I get up from my chair in front of his desk and walk around his desk to where he is sitting in his big desk chair.  To my surprise, he’s already unzipped his black trousers revealing his white underwear…I could see a bulge in his underwear growing as I gazed upon him.  He pushed his chair back farther to allow me room to work.

“No, wait, let’s remove your dress,” he suggests as he reaches for the hem of the dress I’m wearing…he quickly moves the dress off of me to where I am standing before him in only my bra because I’m wearing no panties or hose…he smiles as he motions for me to come to him, I turned around and he undoes my bra clasp and there I am standing before him in only my strappy little sandals.  I start to take them off but he tells me to leave them on.

“Now, show me what you want,” he tells me.  I kneel down before him, he raises his hips up to allow me to pull his trousers down…I then remove his shoes to allow me to take his trousers completely off of him…he still has his shirt with the white collar insert…he reaches up and starts unbuttoning the shirt to reveal a rug of dark thick chest hair…his nipples ever so hard and red underneath…I lick my lips, I so want to to lick and suck his nipples, but I want to see what is in his underwear even more…

I reach for the waist band of his white underwear.  The priest then closes his eyes, letting his head raise back just alittle and starts murmuring some mantra…I then pull his underwear down, slowly, slowly, slowly, revealing his massive hard-on.  His cock is so thick, so hard…his dark pubic hairs spring forth around his large grapefruit size balls…

“Oh, Sir, you’ve been thinking impure thoughts as well, haven’t you?” I ask him as I pull his underwear completely off of him.  Then I get busy licking and kissing his incredible erect cock…He puts his hands in my hair and continues his mantra…I can feel my pussy juices dripping from my crotch onto the floor…I know I will have to have this cock in me before long, I can hardly stand myself…

Then, all of a sudden, the priest grabs me under my arm pits and raises me up and onto his desk…he tells me to lay back, spreading my legs to where my feet rest on the arm rests of his desk chair…

I am ready for whatever this priest has in mind…in one version of my fantasy, he positions his cock at my womanly opening and plunges deep into me, releasing his load of boiling cum…he calls this orgasmic explosion a cleansing of the evil sex demons from my pussy that can only be cleansed from the inside out…okay, I’m good with that…I usually explode in my own masturbatory orgasm at this point…

In other versions of this fantasy, the priest prolongs the orgasm by kneeling before me, declaring my pussy an alter of evil sexual delights and begins to perform an oral exorcism of sorts before inserting his hard cock to finish off the sexual exorcism with his orgasmic cum load…

I can assure you, that in all versions of this masturbatory fantasy, I manage to make myself orgasm hard…it is an incredible and immediate stress reliever.  And while it may seem like this fantasy takes forever to come/cum to completion, it takes a matter of minutes…it usually depends on how pressed I am for time and how clear my mind is otherwise…

Ahhhh, I then place my toy in the sink and climb into my morning shower…ready to tackle the day!!!

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