Since the Internet, I seem to need porn more than I used to when I masturbate. Before the Internet, I had very limited access to porn, sometimes none at all, but I masturbated a lot, in fact, whenever and wherever I got the opportunity. I could play with myself for an hour at a time in bed in the morning after my wife got up just imagining sex scenarios in my head. A favourite thing was to roll back my foreskin and lightly caress the underside of the head of my penis with a finger tip for long stretches, edging to the point of cumming before pulling back. Intoxicating sensations coupled with infinite mental images of any people or sexual situations I could imagine. The limit of imagination was the only limit. I don't think there's a woman I ever met, old or young, pretty or ugly, with whom I haven't fantasised about having sex of some kind with. It's a funny thing the power of fantasy. If you think about her sexually, that very ordinary female neighbour or colleague with whom you wouldn't dream of really having sex with, can be transformed for the space of a few wanks into something excitingly desirable and willing to do whatever you want. At the office, you chat with Miss so and so who is blissfully unaware that in your mind a couple of hours ago, you were deep in her asshole or masturbating with her stolen panties. Fantasies can become long standing friends, summoned up when you need inspiration, or passing phases. There was a girl I liked at the DIY store around whom I constructed several fantasies. In the strongest one I had for a bit, I imagined I was invisible, drove to the store in the nude and hung around masturbating in front of her while she worked. I shot a few very powerful loads with that but then it lost its potency and I rarely use it now.

I was about eight years of age when I discovered masturbation. I don't remember how I found out about it but I've wanked myself every day since. Most days I do it several times. Sometimes, masturbation has seemed to have taken over my life and I've never, ever tried to fight that. I've always given in to the urge to masturbate whenever it has asserted itself. There are the long, dreamy sessions I've mentioned above but also quick, brutal wanks in office or public toilets, shop doorways or my car, anywhere that offers the privacy to quickly empty my balls and assuage my need. I remember one girl who was masturbating me being amazed when I demanded that she grip my cock harder and harder. She didn't understand that for me, what was happening was mortal combat for my orgasm between her hand and my cock. I love the combat idea. Another girl I knew told me that she'd had a boyfriend who wouldn't let her wank him because she wouldn't know how to bring him off. Eventually they made a bet. She made him ejaculate in three minutes flat. That was male/female masturbation at its best. I can't remember a time when the first thing I did on wakening wasn't to reach for my cock and start playing with myself. The desire to masturbate was an after bedtime discovery but since I grew up, sex of any kind has always been preferred as a morning and daytime activity. This has sometimes been a problem when I've been living with women but I rarely feel horny in the evening. Last night, I watched Orange Is The New Black and loved Taylor Schilling's perfect little tits but I didn't masturbate. I will this morning though while I look at her pics and probably again a few times later in the day whenever the desire prompts me (one of the great freedoms of living alone as I have done for the last 10 years).

Which brings me back to the Internet and the easy availability of porn films and videos. In the days when actresses were never nude, I still thought they were hot clothed. They made me want to fantasise about them and masturbate. Nowadays, I think watching totally naked people pretend to have sex is unerotic. Even xHamster where real sex is happening can be boring if it goes on too long. I prefer still pics of ordinary people which is why I like Imagefap so much. There is no kind or shape of body which is not on display. I get my cock out and play with myself for long periods while scrolling through the galleries before deciding which picture I'm going to masturbate and cum with. The computer screen and Imagefap's endless variety of sexual activities and exhibitionism have superseded the solitary pleasures of being alone with just one's hand and one's imagination to fit delicious mental images to the working of one's cock.