I too would like to share personal views from my memoirs....After my years of early childhood[1977-1984] I enjoyed life as a masturbater for almost 20years.For many years I enjoyed rubbing my lil' guy up against my inner thigh using friction to completion, perhaps as many as 3-5 times a day.I dont know that I was a natural masturbater, but I grew into one.After several years I became successful, I became a person who was enjoyed by my lil' guy and I enjoyed him. I loved to explain my technique to others and rarely made someone feel stupid with asking me too take my lil' guy out and show them.Although I had broad intellectual interests, my pursuit of a cockring, baby-lotion and socks stuck together, and my involvement in the Jizz faith left little time for other activities.
I did not play kickball or follow sports after the age of 11. I did not take up crochet or curling or pole vaulting or anything one would call a hobby, although I did collect my soiled stuck together tissues, but this was mostly cuz my mom would have found them.I watched little tv, I had no tv from 1984-1987, although when I retire I will watch 2 hours a day with my pants around my ankles.I did see tons of porn movies; for 15 years I played the lil' guy with one hand until I learned how to give myself a stranger. I didnt like sitting on my hand for long periods of time so I would use a alkyline battery in my blowhole to stimulate my prostate: I would sing Boy George songs while trying to insert my thumb into my buttocks; I would walk 30 minutes to air my testes out among the autumn trees that would decorate the scenery and inspire me to go to a neraby park bench and finish myself into a pile of leaves; all domestic, familial and social activities that are part of the life of a furious masturbator from the east.
I am following Tgas2010 and I suggest you all write your own Memoir
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