Ever Caught Masturbating?

Ever been caught masturbating?

  • Yes

    Votes: 12 66.7%

  • No

    Votes: 6 33.3%
  • Total voters
    18
When I was 18 I rented Seymour and Shane Playing With Fire. I got home and went into my room, got naked and started watching the movie. 5 minutes into it, my door opened and my next door neighbour was staring at my hard cock. She let me look at her tits until I shot out a huge load. It was awesome.
 
nylonlvr said:
Now you have everyone intrigued as to how it occurred, did you HOPE to get caught?
Click to expand...

It is more sad and desperate than erotic, but since you ask:

I used to travel a lot, away from home and alone: meeting and dealing with new people without staying long enough to really make friends, often worn out and exhausted and wanting only to go home or at least have some more constant real close companionship.

I was in a hotel, on my own, far from home and lonely.

I was also intensely horny, in that way when sex presents itself as a shortcut to the simple close human contact one really craves, when you fool yourself that the purely physical can stand in for the emotional that is what you really miss.

I am no stranger to masturbation in such circumstances, but that time I needed more: I needed at least the illusion of not being alone.

I kept the drapes open, the lights on, and masturbated, naked, on the bed, hoping men might see from across the courtyard.

Then I imagined them working out where my room was, coming there, finding the door open (it wasn't..), sneaking in, standing in a guilty silent group, watching...

Nobody did, but I orgasmed very hard from thinking they might.
 
Sarah_1964 said:
It is more sad and desperate than erotic, but since you ask:

I used to travel a lot, away from home and alone: meeting and dealing with new people without staying long enough to really make friends, often worn out and exhausted and wanting only to go home or at least have some more constant real close companionship.

I was in a hotel, on my own, far from home and lonely.

I was also intensely horny, in that way when sex presents itself as a shortcut to the simple close human contact one really craves, when you fool yourself that the purely physical can stand in for the emotional that is what you really miss.

I am no stranger to masturbation in such circumstances, but that time I needed more: I needed at least the illusion of not being alone.

I kept the drapes open, the lights on, and masturbated, naked, on the bed, hoping men might see from across the courtyard.

Then I imagined them working out where my room was, coming there, finding the door open (it wasn't..), sneaking in, standing in a guilty silent group, watching...

Nobody did, but I orgasmed very hard from thinking they might.
Click to expand...

Sarah, I have to disagree about it being "sad and desperate", imo anyway as you stated you were far from home, all alone in the hotel room, craving for such companionship, and to add fuel to the fire, you felt incredibly horny, and of course having the knowledge of where your zones were, masturbation can at times be such a relief, as for hoping that some men may catch a glimpse of you now THAT borders on the "erotic" side, Thankyou for opening up with your adventure,
 
LoveBigStuff said:
When I was 18 I rented Seymour and Shane Playing With Fire. I got home and went into my room, got naked and started watching the movie. 5 minutes into it, my door opened and my next door neighbour was staring at my hard cock. She let me look at her tits until I shot out a huge load. It was awesome.
Click to expand...
You gotta go out with her.
 
Sarah_1964 said:
It is more sad and desperate than erotic, but since you ask:

I used to travel a lot, away from home and alone: meeting and dealing with new people without staying long enough to really make friends, often worn out and exhausted and wanting only to go home or at least have some more constant real close companionship.

I was in a hotel, on my own, far from home and lonely.

I was also intensely horny, in that way when sex presents itself as a shortcut to the simple close human contact one really craves, when you fool yourself that the purely physical can stand in for the emotional that is what you really miss.

I am no stranger to masturbation in such circumstances, but that time I needed more: I needed at least the illusion of not being alone.

I kept the drapes open, the lights on, and masturbated, naked, on the bed, hoping men might see from across the courtyard.

Then I imagined them working out where my room was, coming there, finding the door open (it wasn't..), sneaking in, standing in a guilty silent group, watching...

Nobody did, but I orgasmed very hard from thinking they might.
Click to expand...
That is a hot story. I wish I could've caught you ;)
 
Got caught in my block room in Germany when serving in the army. No one even batted an eyelid as it's excepted among single guts there.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top