I'm a chronic masturbator. That's not my confession.
Since last Wednesday afternoon I have jerked off so much that my balls hurt when I cum. I am having dry heaving orgasms. My prostate is so enlarged it feels like there is a tennis ball in my ass. Two nights ago I threw out my shoulder jerking my self. I won't tell you what I did at Target but it involved a bikini on clearance I found in the dressing room, twice. No pillow in my house doesn't not have a stain on it.
I confess I have no plans to stop.

"HOW SEX AND SEXUALITY HAVE SHAPED MY PERSONALITY AND MY LIFE EXPERIENCE"

I confess I have multiple reasons for writing this. The first is simply to chronical my sexual history once and for all - without omitting all of the "they don't really count" experiences. Don't get too excited, I'm not sure it's much different than anyone else's but I really enjoy sharing experiences with others. The second is that I hope that it will actually help me to sort a few burning questions I've had for years. These answers will not be shared on the thread as they are for no one but myself. The third is that I know how much I enjoy reading confessions and the thought of others getting off, relating to, and enjoying my confession turns me on. There are times when I feel like it shouldn't make me so hot, but I've always found it easier to embrace my sexuality rather than run from it. This may take a few installments, as I plan on starting from my first sexual memory to present day.

My mom and dad had just seperated and my mom, baby brother and I had just moved into our own apartment. I was playing across the hall with a girl named Becky. We were both 6 years old. I can't remember how it came up, but she was the who showed me how to pull my pants down, straddle a big stuffed animal and rub ourselves(hump) against it because it "feels good". She and I would incorporate this act into our play whenever possible. In simple, child-like ways "Okay, it's 3 o'clock, that means it's time to feel good! After that, it's nap time and then we have to cook dinner." One day, Becky and I were both doing it at the same time and her mom walked in and caught us. We weren't allowed to play alone anymore after that. I must admit, remembering back to this moment has been a staple in my sexual fantasies for years! I would recreate the scene and wonder what might have happened had her mom not stopped us...or even joined us?

A year later, my mom and dad had gotten back together. Worst move my mom ever made, but she thought she was doing the right thing at the time. Let me say, I love both of my parents, but they were not meant for one another. My dad enjoyed women and cheated off and on for their entire marriage. It upset me as a child, but as an adult, I understand he was fulfilling a need - physical and emotional. That, and as I age, I think my mom's more and more of a fucking psycho (how's THAT for being an awful daughter?) I understand why he looked outside of their relationship. I learned this pattern as well - more on that in a bit.

The next sexual memory I have is when I was in Grade 3. I was 8 years old and a new girl had started at my school named Melanie. My mom and teachers would comment that she was a "little bit slow" but that there was nothing wrong with that. When she and I played together, we always had fun and eventually it led to a sleepover at her house. Our moms were upstairs having coffee and we were in the basement. Again, I don't remember how it started, but soon we were hiding behind the laundry curtain just under the stairs and letting each other touch our bodies. I remember my brother didn't want to, but we made him. He was only 3 years old. There are times I looks back at these experiences with guilt, but I've read so many similar stories that part of me accepts that it was just kids being kids. Besides, this wasn't the last time my brother and I explored together - again, more on that in a bit. So he patted our bare mounds and I remember it tickling. We held his penis quickly after daring each other to do it then we pulled up our pants and continued normal playing. Melanie and I were set up to sleep in the basement that night and she was the girl who first taught me how to masturbate. She asked if I wanted to learn something (looking back at it now, she MUST have been abused, there's no reason for her to have known this at 8) and we pulled up our nighties, pulled off our underwear and she showed me how to wriggle my fingers against my mound and I was delighted to find I got that same "feel good" sensation as with the stuffed animals. I still play with my clit on the left hand side, which is most sensitive because that was where she placed my finger. It's fascinating to me to know that my style and technique, while it's changed over the years (as I learned more), is still very similar to that time on the couch. She also taught me that pointing your toes makes it feel more intense, as well as clenching your butt cheeks. Slow or not, Melanie taught me a lot. She moved away shortly after that, but I've never forgotten what we shared.

More to come...

Has anyone else ever had their cock's scar tissue start getting tougher in spots? Sort of like callouses. I assume it's from chronic masturbation, possibly under-lubed. I'd like to know that it'd soften back up if I abstained for a while. Not that I will, but it'd be nice to know that it would!

i confess I hate my life, i wann kill my fucking self and I'm a chronic fucking masturbate-r epic fucking win EFW!!!

Mary Anne’s a chronic masturbator.

Didn't know if I wanted to post this anon or not but whatever:

So I confess, basically last week I sent a friend request to this guy who doesn't like trans guys or black guys (unless they liked extreme raceplay - his words not mine) which is fine I don't care but he had some videos I wanted to see and they were private to anyone that wasn't friends with him so I sent a request anyways, the worst he could do was reject my request. So the next day I check and he accepts it but then unfriends me, I was then notified of a comment he made saying: This is perfect evidence of how deeply sick US Dumpster society is : a monstrous, demented, modified WOMAN GETTING FUCKED BY AN APPALLING MONKEY. ---- In translation basically, it was a video of a trans guy (ftm) getting fucked by a black guy.

So honestly I didn't care but I did feel like his comment was unnecessary so I decided to send him a message that made me sound desperate and see if he would fall for the bait. And fall he did...I sent this: Hi, yes yes I know you think we ftm are sick gross disgusting, and "monstrous" but please please give me 24hrs to cum to your videos. I've watched all your public videos that I like I just wanna watch some of your private then you can never hear from me again. I'm literally just a random sick-in-the-head black guy (though u see me as a woman), a dick-deprived chronic masturbator who dreams of being destroyed by White and Arab dick. The thought of sex with other blacks grosses me out but having all my holes destroyed by BWC and huge Arab dick, hell even hung Asian cocks, turns me, I want them to cum and piss down my throat to the point I can't breathe and when I pass out they continue to r@pe my ass and pussy with their stinky cheese cocks. F0rce me to get pregnant to remind me of my place and call me every bad name and slur in the book and just to be used like the fucked up fleshlight sex toy slave meat bag I am (fuck even typing all that got me wet). So please just give me 24hrs I promise 100% swear you'll never hear from me again you just keep popping up in friend lists of my other friends and in some of my favorite videos, and your comments turn me on. Please please please I beg you!!!!

Needless to say, he sent ME a friend request and I have been holding him, hostage, ever since as on that porn site once you send a request you can't unsend it. Oh, and I was half telling the truth when typing that message so most of it isn't a complete lie as I do want someone to use me haha.