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20 Years of Friendship, and she is my muse This week marks a masturbation anniversary of sorts for me. It was 20 years ago this week that I met one of my favorite BFF's: "Elizabeth". Not only is Liz one of my best friends, she's my number-one masturbation muse. I probably m********* to her more than any other woman, and after 20 years the masturbation is just as good as when it started. I don't think it's good for me to post a picture of her here, but I will give you a description and explain how I've come to call her "Liz" (Or Elizabeth) on these pages. She looks very much like rock star Liz Phair. Same kind of chestnut-blonde hair, similar frame. both Liz Phair and "my" Liz have nice legs and sexy feet, firm b******, cute a****, and nice smiles. My Liz is about two inches taller than the 5'2" Ms. Phair. both ladies have nice shoulders, and look oh-so-good in tank tops! I sometimes m********* to pics of Liz Phair, but often end up thinking of my Elizabeth instead. Then, I have to find pictures of MY Liz to w*** to! And it always feels so good. I first met My Liz after I contacted a lady named Charla to inquire about becoming a crew member on a racing sailboat. That sport had always interested me, and I heard Charla ran a data-base of skippers looking to pair-up single sailors with boats needing crew. Charla gave my name to Liz, then called me back and told me to show up on Wednesday night at a marina and meet up with a particular boat owned by a guy named Murray. However, I was supposed to find a woman named Elizabeth first as she was the crew coordinator. I got to the marina a little early and stopped at the bath house to use the bathroom. I could hear the voice of a young woman coming from the ladies room next door. "I think we have six of our regulars tonight, and we are supposed to have this new guy named Tim." Gee. It's good they know I'm coming, I thought to myself. Immediately I was intrigued by the voice, and couldn't wait to see the woman it belonged to. I wasn't disappointed. The voice was Elizabeth's. Cute package like I described above. Had her hair in a pony tail. Fairly serious about her job as crew coodinator, but still quite friendly. I met her outside the bathhouse and introduced myself. She introduced me to Murray and the rest of the crew. Friendly bunch, and I looked forward to sailing with them. But what was coursing through my mind the moment this masturbator laid eyes on Liz? I couldn't wait to go m********* to her! Liz and I became fast friends that summer. She was dating a long-time boyfriend, this guy named Deiter. It turned out we had some mutual friends, so we all got along very well. I had just begun dating the woman who was to become my wife, so I wasn't looking to date Liz or hook up. But masturbating to her became such a pleasurable pastime! As the years have gone by Liz has remained one of my best, perhaps my best friend. She and Deiter broke up a few years after we all met. I married Cheryl, and Liz has become a fave friend of hers, too. I don't think Cheryl masturbates to Liz, but she knows I am masturbatorially infatuated with her and she tolerates it. (You don't live with a masturbator like me and not figure these things out!) Cheryl does not seem threatened by Liz, even though I end up spending a lot of time with her sailing and doing other stuff. Liz is much like a sister to me, and I love her so much in that way. But Liz's girl-next-door beauty and charm always seems to get me reaching for my p****. Seldom does a day go buy when I'm not masturbating for at least a few minutes to Liz's smile and blue eyes; to those square, sexy shoulders; those perky b******; those cute legs attached to that nice ass; those sexy feet with a nice pedicure and pink-painted toes in summer flip-flops. I probably reach o***** over her at least once per week, and usually many times more. I have a bunch of pictures of Liz that I will look at when I am masturbating at the computer. Most show Liz in shorts, tank-top, flip-flops, and sometimes bare feet. Other pics show Liz in ski clothes, or with just her pretty smile. I c** hard to all of them. I love every inch of my muse. Does Liz know I am a masturbation fiend and that she is fuel for my bate sessions? Well, she might. I won't go into the whole story here, but a few years ago some d********* of a person recognized me on-line at a photo sharing site where I post pictures of myself masturbating and decided she would "out"me. I had posted pictures of a lot of female friends and other people I m********* over. Nothing graphic but if you were one of my "family" contacts and saw the pics of me j**********, you came away with the impression that I was masturbating to everyone on my photo stream. She contacted many, if not all, of the women I had posted and told them I had a private area with my masturbation pics, etc., and informed them ab

20 Years of Friendship, and she is my muse This week marks a masturbation anniversary of sorts for ...

20 Years of Friendship, and she is my muse This week marks a masturbation anniversary of sorts for me. It was 20 years ago this week that I met one of my favorite BFF's: "Elizabeth". Not only is Liz one of my best friends, she's my number-one masturbation muse. I probably m********* to her more than any other woman, and after 20 years the masturbation is just as good as when it started. I don't think it's good for me to post a picture of her here, but I will give you a description and explain how I've come to call her "Liz" (Or Elizabeth) on these pages. She looks very much like rock star Liz Phair. Same kind of chestnut-blonde hair, similar frame. both Liz Phair and "my" Liz have nice legs and sexy feet, firm b******, cute a****, and nice smiles. My Liz is about two inches taller than the 5'2" Ms. Phair. both ladies have nice shoulders, and look oh-so-good in tank tops! I sometimes m********* to pics of Liz Phair, but often end up thinking of my Elizabeth instead. Then, I have to find pictures of MY Liz to w*** to! And it always feels so good. I first met My Liz after I contacted a lady named Charla to inquire about becoming a crew member on a racing sailboat. That sport had always interested me, and I heard Charla ran a data-base of skippers looking to pair-up single sailors with boats needing crew. Charla gave my name to Liz, then called me back and told me to show up on Wednesday night at a marina and meet up with a particular boat owned by a guy named Murray. However, I was supposed to find a woman named Elizabeth first as she was the crew coordinator. I got to the marina a little early and stopped at the bath house to use the bathroom. I could hear the voice of a young woman coming from the ladies room next door. "I think we have six of our regulars tonight, and we are supposed to have this new guy named Tim." Gee. It's good they know I'm coming, I thought to myself. Immediately I was intrigued by the voice, and couldn't wait to see the woman it belonged to. I wasn't disappointed. The voice was Elizabeth's. Cute package like I described above. Had her hair in a pony tail. Fairly serious about her job as crew coodinator, but still quite friendly. I met her outside the bathhouse and introduced myself. She introduced me to Murray and the rest of the crew. Friendly bunch, and I looked forward to sailing with them. But what was coursing through my mind the moment this masturbator laid eyes on Liz? I couldn't wait to go m********* to her! Liz and I became fast friends that summer. She was dating a long-time boyfriend, this guy named Deiter. It turned out we had some mutual friends, so we all got along very well. I had just begun dating the woman who was to become my wife, so I wasn't looking to date Liz or hook up. But masturbating to her became such a pleasurable pastime! As the years have gone by Liz has remained one of my best, perhaps my best friend. She and Deiter broke up a few years after we all met. I married Cheryl, and Liz has become a fave friend of hers, too. I don't think Cheryl masturbates to Liz, but she knows I am masturbatorially infatuated with her and she tolerates it. (You don't live with a masturbator like me and not figure these things out!) Cheryl does not seem threatened by Liz, even though I end up spending a lot of time with her sailing and doing other stuff. Liz is much like a sister to me, and I love her so much in that way. But Liz's girl-next-door beauty and charm always seems to get me reaching for my p****. Seldom does a day go buy when I'm not masturbating for at least a few minutes to Liz's smile and blue eyes; to those square, sexy shoulders; those perky b******; those cute legs attached to that nice ass; those sexy feet with a nice pedicure and pink-painted toes in summer flip-flops. I probably reach o***** over her at least once per week, and usually many times more. I have a bunch of pictures of Liz that I will look at when I am masturbating at the computer. Most show Liz in shorts, tank-top, flip-flops, and sometimes bare feet. Other pics show Liz in ski clothes, or with just her pretty smile. I c** hard to all of them. I love every inch of my muse. Does Liz know I am a masturbation fiend and that she is fuel for my bate sessions? Well, she might. I won't go into the whole story here, but a few years ago some d********* of a person recognized me on-line at a photo sharing site where I post pictures of myself masturbating and decided she would "out"me. I had posted pictures of a lot of female friends and other people I m********* over. Nothing graphic but if you were one of my "family" contacts and saw the pics of me j**********, you came away with the impression that I was masturbating to everyone on my photo stream. She contacted many, if not all, of the women I had posted and told them I had a private area with my masturbation pics, etc., and informed them ab

20 Years of Friendship, and she is my muse This week marks a masturbation anniversary of sorts for ...

I am in my late 30s, married without kids. Around three months or so into my marriage, I fell in love with a co-worker. My husband was clueless, and so was my co-worker. I fell into a depression. I wanted him, not my husband. I felt that I made a very big mistake. Of marrying my husband. My appetite fell, I grew sickly and lost weight. I constantly daydreamed of being with my coworker. I hated his wife. I hated that she had him, while I was stuck in a rut of a marriage. I told my husband that I was just stressed with work. This continued on for two years. Until my co-worker and I were thrown into a project together. He was assigned to our off-shore office out of the country, and while there I began to maneuver my way into his life. I would stay up late to talk to him via skype and viber and mail. I would constantly check with him for work updates, but would also ask how he was and what was he doing. I also began to open up about how I was unhappy with my marriage. Then he told me how he wanted to play a sport, but the wife would not support him. I told him that it was his right to do what ever he wanted, that his wife is being bitchy about it. I volunteered to do things for him, brought him food, little things that I knew he would appreciate. I loved him, I was ready to do anything to get him. Little by little our communication grew. It helped that things were not good with his wife, and I would rejoice every time they would quarrel. I wanted all of him. I was amazed about how I felt about him, our connection. I loved him, and he told me he loved me too. I craved everything about him. In the meantime, I told my husband that I did not love him anymore. He asked me if there was someone else, but I said no. Then early this year, his wife found out. She called me that same day to tell me foul things. I told him that his wife was telling me all those bad things, but he didn't respond. He emailed me later on to say that he loved his wife, and that I was a mistake. That it was never a relationship at the very beginning. Now I am so sad and confused. Did he really love me? Was it ever real? I love him so much it hurts every time I see him at the office. And it hurts more because I couldn't show it in any way, not with my husband constantly watching. I am so sad and depressed. I don't know how long will I be able to play along with pretending all is okay with my husband, when I do not love him anymore. I want him, but he has not communicated with me directly since the affair was found out. I tried to ask him to talk, but he wouldn't. I

I am in my late 30s, married without kids. Around three months or so into my marriage, I fell in lov...