Master of your domain.  

Write a poem about masturbation...

Solo sex!
Make it quick!
Lol 1 week
1 entry
New please....to DU
Prefer written for this comp...
No published entries however please.

Colabs most definitely unwelcome...
If it takes 2..you are doing it wrong!

Example piece.....


Cherry stroke my Fancy

Past daze of days, soaked together..
Muddy, murky, restless that lead into sleepless,  disolved mind ..
And heart and a part of me i could not
Quite....
Put my finger on..
Was missing.
 
Womanly intuition told me that piece
Laid deep within my part..
... cherry red,
Ripe and in need of bite..
.. just a taste might have sufficed..
But i have never had command of slight.
 
So i decided to go down trying..
 
I readied myself..
I ravished erotic writes, stimulating my bon vivant,  
Quite inspired, fine wine and dining my desire for the deliciously unpure perverse..
Until ready to burst and my she bopping...
(wearing a memory smile like first lick of ice cream)
My she bop..
An epic absofucking skookum, yes, bestial rub...
Results: resounding success!
Liberation of the lost by way of masturbation...
Gorgeous O O O
 
Daze was not lifted, rather, increased.
...but was no longer muddy, murky soaked...but red hazed and so juicy.
 
In fact,  i passed several more (and still do.)  
In my crease every time the flavour of cherry stroke(d) my fancy. 🍒
                      (s)

The Devil's Doorbell
 
‘Masturbation’ boomed Father Murphy the preying priest ‘is the eighth deadly sin, sexual satisfaction through self stimulation.’  
 
The girls in the class blushed to their roots, the boys, me included, looked down at their shuffling feet wanting the ground to open up and swallow them before their guilty faces gave them away as wanton wankers.  
 
‘Yes, all of you, for I know you girls do it too’ Murphy stared at Molly Molloy sitting next to me. She stared  boldly‘back 'when you girls play with that little button between your legs you’re ringing the devil’s doorbell and he will surely let you in.’  
 
He scowled, I thought, directly at me. I had just pulled myself off in the boys’ toilets before this very lesson. Well, Molly Molloy had such beautiful blouse bustin' boobs and her arse had a luscious life of it's own. She was so damn cute I mean what’s a fourteen year old lad to do?  
 
'You boys with your lustful lecherous longings pulling your penises over pictures of Marilyn Monroe and other such strumpets, you’ll burn in hell for your wicked desires.' he paused for effect  glowering about the classroom. 'Know this' he continued  'God can see you. He knows the contents of your sinful  souls.’  
 
Molly nudged my elbow ‘Look at his trousers’ she whispered ‘he’s got a hard on.’  
 
I looked. There was a bit of a bulge at the front but I couldn't tell for certain. Anyway what would Molly know about a hard on she was almost a year younger than me. ‘How can you be sure?’ I asked doubtfully.  
 
‘Cos my big brother's trousers look like that just before he takes his girlfriend up to his room to play records' she said ‘I can hear them at it from my room.’  
 
‘Oh’I said embarrassed by this revelation. I was stuck for words.  
 
Then she leaned into my ear and whispered ‘That’s when I ring the devils door bell’ she giggled enjoying my discomfiture. ‘What makes you do it?’ she asked cheekily.  
 
‘I don’t do it’ I lied 'it’s impure and I’d have to tell Father at confession.’  
 
‘Liar’ she chided 'you lent my cousin George a picture of a naked lady, I saw it in his room all crumpled and stained.’  
 
‘You two!’ Murphy bawled pointing a bony forefinger at us ‘out here.’  
 
We went before the priest I was trembling with trepidation.  
 
‘What were you talking about that’s more important than saving your immortal souls?’  
 
‘Masturbation Father ‘ said Molly brazenly ‘and how best to do it.’  
 
I thought the spluttering Murphy would die of apoplexy on the spot.  
 
‘Get out’ he screamed pointing at the classroom door ‘you two are beyond redemption. Get out’  
 
Molly turned at the door ‘I hope you enjoy that hard on Father’ she shouted ‘my mum says you’re the biggest wanker this parish has ever had’ with that we turned and fled.  
 
We took the short cut home through the woods and Molly made me own up to galloping my maggot. ‘Look' she said 'why don’t you do it for me and I’ll do it to you?’  
 
I couldn't believe my ears ‘are you serious?’ I asked.  
 
She smiled and took her knickers off before stroking my growing bulge. I was lost. She guided my trembling, virgin hand to the devil’s doorbell and I rang it for her good. She fumbled inexpertly with my hard young cock and I showed how to wank it and stroke my balls at the same time.  
 
That was my first sexual experience with a girl. I could have had many more with Molly in later life as she went on to great things. In 1965, at the ripe old age of twenty three, she opened the first brothel in the history of our town bless her. She named it "The Devil's Doorway."  
 
Post Script:  
 
Father Murphy was later 'moved on' by the church after what was described as an 'unfortunate incident' with a boy in the class below us.

~ *batteries [not] included


bubblegum pink slumlord
rolling in my trash
no lips
no mouth
no hands

un~manned

single power pro
slips deliciously
inconspicuously;
as I echo
. . .flower buds bloom
poppy petals
split, beneath my sun~dried
slit

sit   spin   sit   ~ dizzy in my daylight

my nausea eventually fends a headache
yet the carnival is back in town ~
his cotton candy sticks
his Tilt-A-Whirl
hums more vibration

& doesn't require batteries
for me to ride

but unfortunately [for him]
I'm all fu. . .
                   fun`d out!

Whenever I let myself watch some
Lesbian porn videos on
The internet, I would drop
My pants and rub my dick
Until I would let
Myself cum with
Delight from
Inside
Me.

20 seconds

click
buzz
moan
done
zzzzzz

I have two masturbation pieces! Prose again, though. And "new" to this 'site, forum, whatever, but I'm not sure if that's what you have in mind.

Dev,
What an imaginitive piece doll!
Totally ejoyed and a feast for the mouth to read out loud...
It had a great drive all the way through...
Some cryptic...in a fun way..kept your mind travelling...the strong sensory words, kept its feel and spoke the theme...

You have such a gift darlin..

Thanks so much...

Tony,
Thanks so much kitty cat, i just love this story...a favorite of yourrs..
It perfectly show cases your funny...
Lol i always say doorknob for some reason...
You hit innocence here and a bit glimpse of wicked...

I love Molly Malloy..she's my hero. 🍒

Lol thanks darlin!

Brea,
An interesting use of past tense...
Let yourself..
And  the aesthetic of it is very inviting..
Cum with delight from inside me..
I dig that...from inside you..cool choice of words there...

Thanks a lot!

Mysterious

Lmbo...i got the biggest kick outta that..
20 secs...good lawd you know what you're doin!

Thank you!

Ha!! Taurek...
Absolutely dyin here..lmao..
I loved it...
My favorite bits i think...that really set this apart and gave it real character,

Oh you slut,
You little bitch, I love it
Oh you tramp..

I had the most interesting rhythm going...lol so did you. 😝

I mean the poem lol not...
Big time fun turn on...
And xvid..agree

Thanks!!

Jitterbug...lay em on me...
Good question though ..
Whats meant by new..
I know others that post out of their published books...and have a big advantage over the members actually taking time out of there lives to write an original like the other entries
.that is a tad unfair..

But i think most when they ask for new..
Mean mew to DU...

You go right ahead though darlin..
Get that name out there so you have as many reading your talented self as possible...

Im going to ask around...

And i love prose....think it is totally acceptable to enter poem comps with unless the host asks otherwise...

Honey you have any questions feel free to shoot me a msg..happy too
Had lots of good help (and still do) when new..

Every interaction I've had with you thus far has given me warm fuzzies. Thanks for being awesome and welcoming, calamitygin.