NaMaMo: Day 31

We’ve been watching you masturbate all month, via text, email, stories, photos and more. And boy, have we loved it! But all good things must come to an end and today is the last day of National Masturbation Month. Which isn’t to say you can’t keep the good stuff coming, of course! And there’s always next year, and it’s never too early to start training for the marathon bout that is May.

In the meantime, send your thoughts our way. Did you partake in NaMaMo in public or private? Did you read along but not comment? Did you find yourself thinking more often about masturbation or did it become old hat?

Thanks so much to everyone who played along, either here or behind the scenes. May your year be filled with joy, pleasure and passion!



About Shanna Germain

Writer. Editor. Game Designer. Leximaven. Geek.
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2 Responses to NaMaMo: Day 31

  1. Mat Twassel says:

    Shanna, thanks so much for hosting the NaMaMo and for all the nifty ideas. I for one had a good time. I think you’re right: masturbation is better with someone watching, even if it’s a ceiling kitty.

    All the Live Long Day

    “In school, I was afraid to talk to her,” Brad said. “Brainy, beautiful, blonde.”

    “Perfect,” Penny said. She led Brad through the library to Carol’s reference desk.

    “We have a question,” Brad said.

    Carol smiled and brushed a strand of wispy blond hair from her bright blue eyes. “How may I be of help?”

    “You know those movies where the heroine gets tied to the railroad tracks?”

    Carol nodded. “The Perils of Pauline.”

    “Ask the rest,” Penny said.

    “The rails are so tight to the ground, how do you get the rope underneath?”

    “I don’t know,” Carol said.

    “Okay.” Brad turned to go.

    “Wait,” Penny said. “Show her the thing.”

    “We found this.” Brad placed the spike on Carol’s desk. It was six inches long, rusted dark as dried blood, and had a flange on the end opposite the point.

    Carol blinked her bright blue eyes.

    “Don’t worry, it’s clean,” Penny said.

    Carol blinked again.

    “When the tip touches your clit, you come like lightning,” Penny said.

    Carol blushed.

    “If you’re looking for a fuller orgasm, you have to push it all the way in. Go ahead. Touch it.”

    “I don’t think…” Carol said.

    “I know,” Penny said. “You don’t have to put it in now. You can wait until you get home. Anticipation is good. But it’s better if you do it with someone watching. It’s that much stronger and more special. Trust me.”

    Carol looked at the spike.

    “No one will see,” Penny said. “Go ahead, pick it up. It’s not that heavy. Just slide it under your skirt, and slip it past your panties into your pretty blond snatch. You know you want to.”

    While Brad and Penny watched, Carol’s hand moved slowly across the desk, drawing ever closer to the blood red railroad spike.

    * * *

  2. Thank you, Shanna! You throw a great party in our pants.

    And I had fun today mapping (“mapsturbation”) the many places your prompts took me:

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