MAURICE
I can summarize myself in one brief sentence! I am a per-fect exhibitionist in search of the perfect voyeur!! In my forty-two years, I have found a small handful of women who have been sufficiently liberated to derive real sexual pleasure from watching me perform. Throughout my life, I have never been able to accept as fact what psychiatrists and psycholo-gists have attempted to foist on me, i.e., “women are not
Nancy Friday 240 sexually stimulated by viewing a man’s body and genitals.” I am eminently qualified to disqualify that statement! Mainly because I have had the courage – yes, BALLS! – and the conviction to test reality in the public domain.
I am a professional fine arts painter of some twenty-three years’ standing. My philosophy is based on what makes my cock hard, and my nuts tingle. A person who cannot stand naked before me is not self-accepting. I despise with my whole being American standards of physical beauty. The 40-26-38 female ideal and the twelve-inch cock, wide as an ax handle, are repressive weapons.
One of my greatest sexual fantasies is masturbation while several women watch. If women envy men at all, it is not for the penis per se, but rather for the biological capacity to ejaculate as proof of orgasm. I’d like to masturbate for you so you can “see” that lovely loss of control (orgasm) as my gyzym shoots and gushes out the head of my cock. I like to start out with my penis soft and shriveled up so a woman can watch the phallic metamorphosis: big, bigger, biggest!
In my fantasy I find the perfect voyeuse – a “peeping Jane.” She is very authoritarian. She comes to my room where I am stretched out naked on my bed. She commands me to dress, but I decline. About an hour later, I hear her coming down the hallway with the medicine cart, so I just continue masturbating slowly with Johnson’s Baby Oil. As she draws abreast of my door I make several more slow thrusts then glance up. Her eyes are glued onto my swollen, glistening cock. Like a person mesmerized, she walks in and hands me my pills. I begin to talk to her while I pick up my bottle of baby oil and anoint myself. I fondle myself with naughty abandon, stretching my scrotum, rolling my testicle about and tickling all around the glans. As I get harder, I squeeze my cock as the skin on the head gets as smooth and shiny as a patent leather plum. Then I begin an earnest dem-onstration of my technique, slowly fucking my fist, turning my erect cock this way and that, so she can view it from many angles.