There are many blogs and websites which are focussed on the sexual theme masturbation. Their most important mission is: to promote masturbation at all levels and in each possible way. And to encourage all visitors to practise self-love. One of the inspiring Do It Yourself websites is SEBASTIANBLOG on Tumblr. His MEN AND SEXUALITY PAGE publishes Gay and Bi Themes in the Arts, Humanities and Social Sciences. Therefore often a stimulating picture is connected with a poem or with a thoughts text to mark the artistical site of sexuality.
Relaxed and with deep breathing the man lies on his bed completely naked
and ready to start a spiritual and sensual wank with body and soul.
and ready to start a spiritual and sensual wank with body and soul.
Photo by SEBASTIANBLOG
Masturbation Path to Ecstasy:
Connecting with Myself
by Sebastian
The runner of SEBASTIANBLOG has send the following poem on masturbation. About the origin of the text he wrote to me:
"You may have seen my poems on masturbation, but here's one that I composed a while ago while masturbating in an attic bedroom of a friend's house while visiting him and his wife in another state; It was a quiet, solitary time for self love and communication. I'd like to share it as it covers the intensely personal path to ecstasy I followed:"
He has deep connected his body with his soul and his feeling with his cock
while he celebrates natural satisfaction of his flesh desire in unity with the nature.
Photo by SEBASTIANBLOG
Connecting with Myself
Fingertips gently caressing
My ball sac
Feeling the furrows,
Wrinkles in the skin
Strands of hair
Like blades of grass
As I prepare for the feast
To cum, setting the table
As it were with this
Delightful hors d'oeuvre.
Like a tickle
Hot and cold
My fingers know
So well how
To arouse my
Cock that now
Stands tall
Though not
Yet touched.
That will cum later.
My left thumb
And index finger
Squeeze each nip
Bring a bit of pain
As my right fingers
Continue caressing
My balls
Feeling around
Each one
Tracing their shape
Between my fingers
So adept at this foray
Yet again
Loving myself.
Communication is deep
Within my soul
As my cock gets
Longer and harder
Thicker around
Waiting for my
Fist to grab hold
And starting
The up and down
Motion that I
Know so well.
Oh how I love to masturbate!
But I don't want to hurry
No, I want to savor
The pleasures deeply within
My consciousness
Slowly enjoying the moments
Of pleasing tensions
Building in intensity
As my fingertips continue
To caress my sacred
Orbs beneath my rod.
It is truly beautiful
The way I communicate
With myself
Privately feasting
Secretively longing
Wanting to serve
The next course
But holding back
Not wanting to
Move too fast.
The fingers of
Both my hands
Move from my balls
To my thighs
Back to my balls
Onto my stomach
Chest, nipples, pits
Back down again
As if dancing
Across the ballroom
Where my table
Is set so elegantly.
At last my fingers
Find their way
To my cock
Gently touching
Up and down
On all sides
Of my staff
Standing proudly
Towering over
My balls that
Lie beneath.
I caress them
As I loosely
Form a ring
With my other
Hand around
The staff
Beginning the
Up and down
Motion that we
All know so well
My ball sac
Feeling the furrows,
Wrinkles in the skin
Strands of hair
Like blades of grass
As I prepare for the feast
To cum, setting the table
As it were with this
Delightful hors d'oeuvre.
Like a tickle
Hot and cold
My fingers know
So well how
To arouse my
Cock that now
Stands tall
Though not
Yet touched.
That will cum later.
My left thumb
And index finger
Squeeze each nip
Bring a bit of pain
As my right fingers
Continue caressing
My balls
Feeling around
Each one
Tracing their shape
Between my fingers
So adept at this foray
Yet again
Loving myself.
Communication is deep
Within my soul
As my cock gets
Longer and harder
Thicker around
Waiting for my
Fist to grab hold
And starting
The up and down
Motion that I
Know so well.
Oh how I love to masturbate!
But I don't want to hurry
No, I want to savor
The pleasures deeply within
My consciousness
Slowly enjoying the moments
Of pleasing tensions
Building in intensity
As my fingertips continue
To caress my sacred
Orbs beneath my rod.
It is truly beautiful
The way I communicate
With myself
Privately feasting
Secretively longing
Wanting to serve
The next course
But holding back
Not wanting to
Move too fast.
The fingers of
Both my hands
Move from my balls
To my thighs
Back to my balls
Onto my stomach
Chest, nipples, pits
Back down again
As if dancing
Across the ballroom
Where my table
Is set so elegantly.
At last my fingers
Find their way
To my cock
Gently touching
Up and down
On all sides
Of my staff
Standing proudly
Towering over
My balls that
Lie beneath.
I caress them
As I loosely
Form a ring
With my other
Hand around
The staff
Beginning the
Up and down
Motion that we
All know so well
No, this is not
Just about me
It’s about us
Having jacked
Ourselves since
Quite young.
But now we know
How to practice
This fine art
Slowly bringing
Ourselves up the hill
Pausing, even stopping
Starting again
Over and over
As we edge
Our way
To the hilltop.
So gorgeous
Is the cock.
Rounded head
Like a helmet
Sitting on top
Of a long column
Nature has
Put for me
And you
To admire
As we play
A sweet song
With ourselves
Beautiful music
Like a symphony
Or a work
Of art.
No hurry
I'll take my time
And so should you.
We build
Toward the climax
That cums when
We want to
Pass the point
Of no return
The explosive
Ecstasy that follows
And the aftermath
Of warm
Relaxed sensation
As sleep overtakes
Our wakefulness.
We savor
This rest
And we
Are thankful
For the pleasures
That are ours
To enjoy
Whenever we
Want to
Communicate
In this wonderful
Way deeply
Within our
Consciousness.
A few moments
Of Heaven on Earth.
A blessing we
Give ourselves.
Ourselves since
Quite young.
But now we know
How to practice
This fine art
Slowly bringing
Ourselves up the hill
Pausing, even stopping
Starting again
Over and over
As we edge
Our way
To the hilltop.
So gorgeous
Is the cock.
Rounded head
Like a helmet
Sitting on top
Of a long column
Nature has
Put for me
And you
To admire
As we play
A sweet song
With ourselves
Beautiful music
Like a symphony
Or a work
Of art.
No hurry
I'll take my time
And so should you.
We build
Toward the climax
That cums when
We want to
Pass the point
Of no return
The explosive
Ecstasy that follows
And the aftermath
Of warm
Relaxed sensation
As sleep overtakes
Our wakefulness.
We savor
This rest
And we
Are thankful
For the pleasures
That are ours
To enjoy
Whenever we
Want to
Communicate
In this wonderful
Way deeply
Within our
Consciousness.
A few moments
Of Heaven on Earth.
A blessing we
Give ourselves.
Photo by FORMWANDLER
A BIG THANK YOU TO SEBASTIAN
FOR THIS EMPATHETIC POEM
ABOUT SENSUAL SELF-LOVE
AND TINGLY SELF-SATISFACTION!
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