Post by John KuthePost by John KutheCooked tender, heavily buttered over my Brown Rice and Sweet and Hot Beans, salted an eaten! Mmmmmm :-)
John Kuthe, RN, BSN...
Lather, rinse, repeat. Same old food day in, day out. B O R I N G.
Jill
And it was again delicious! :-)
John Kuthe, RN, BSN...
Growing up in the Netherlands as I did, I don't remember when I didn't fondle my penis.
Now that I'm in Australia, I still do, every chance I get.
My first memory is of sitting in my highchair at the dining-room table with no pants on, fondling my penis, whilst munching on a cruller.
Apparently, I had wet all my pants and they were in the washer.
My father was yelling at me to "Stop that."
I had no idea what he was talking about, so I kept right on fondling myself.
He then said that if I didn't stop, he would throw his water at me.
I didn't stop, since I didn't know what he was talking about, so he threw his water at me.
Of course, I cried and my dear mum came to my rescue, comforting me and telling my
father that I was just a baby — and that's where the memory ends.
I continued to fondle my penis at every opportunity until I discovered how to rub my foreskin up and down over the glans.
This felt wonderful and I did it several times a day, sometimes until my penis got sore.
And today as an adult, I fondle my penis as much as possible, but I masturbate to ejaculation only a couple of times a week.
I love to sit and look at pictures and videos of ejaculating penises on the Internet and fondle my penis.
If it looks like my wife won't be interested in sex, I masturbate to ejaculation.
I try not to ejaculate before having sex because I don't want to detract from my wife's pleasure