NaMaMo: Day 11

The end of the affair is always death.
She’s my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

From “Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator,” by Anne Sexton


Today’s optional prompt: Turn your alone time into a song or a ballad. Sing your praises of masturbation, or create an ode to your favorite way of getting off. Rhymed, unrhymed, written or spoken, poetry and song have honored sexuality since time began. Now it’s your turn to add to the line of history.



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8 Responses to NaMaMo: Day 11

  1. Mat Twassel says:

    Sex Juice

    —So, um, Jeff, you remember a while back I talked to you about sex? About sexual intercourse?

    —Yes, Dad. I remember. Why, is there going to be a test?

    —No. But that’s sort of funny, because a guy’s sperm is made in his testes. Get it? Test? Testes?

    —Testes. Got it.

    —Right. Anyway, what I wanted to talk to you about now is masturbation.


    —Right. That’s when a guy touches himself until he has an orgasm. Until he ejaculates. The technical term is masturbation, but when I was a kid it was called jerking off or jacking off. There were other names. Choking the chicken. Milking the monkey. You get the idea. Anyway, the thing is, there’s nothing wrong with masturbation. Everyone, well just about everyone, does it. Even girls, believe it or not. But it’s something they do in private. Like going to the bathroom. It’s not considered polite to do it in public.

    —How come?

    —Um, I don’t know really. Because it’s an intimate behavior. A lot of people, a lot of religions, do consider it wrong, even though it’s not wrong, and so you don’t want to offend them, I guess. You don’t want to disturb them or make them feel uncomfortable. Like you wouldn’t sneeze in public if you had a choice.

    —So masturbation is like sneezing?

    —Maybe a little bit. Okay, maybe that was a bad example. Maybe it’s more like swearing or… I don’t know. Anyway, the point is you shouldn’t touch yourself in public. Just in private.

    —And it’s something you do?

    —Well, when I was your age.

    —But not now?

    —Sometimes now.

    —Really? Where do you do it?

    —Well, I don’t do it that that often.

    —But when you do do it?

    —Um, in the shower, mostly, or in the bathroom, or sometimes in bed.

    —When Mom’s there?

    —Um. She might be sleeping.

    —How do you do it?

    —Oh, Peg, he’s not going to be asking that. He’s not going to want to know any of that.

    —Yeah, but I’m asking that. I want to know that.

    —You just want to give me a hard time.

    —Mmmm, I just want to milk your monkey.

    —Straighten my love snake?

    —Juice your jackrabbit.

    —Mmmm, that feels good. Much much better than when I do it myself.

    —That’s good, darling. I’m so glad. And what do you think about when you do it yourself?

    —Oh honey.

    —Do you think about me? About how much you love me?

    —Uh huh.

    —About how much you love fucking me.

    —Uh huh.

    —About how much you love fucking me and coming in me. Coming so hot and juicy in my hot, juicy cunt?

    —Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh honey love. Yes. Yes. Yes.

  2. Vida says:

    Peg and… Al? 😉

  3. Write a song, you say? Don’t mind if I do!

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  4. Stacy Bias says:

    hehe I was inspired by Jeremy!

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