One of my first masturbation memories is of being in our basement alone watching TV. I was about 11, and the movie "Bye Bye Birdie," starring Ann-Margret, was on. She was still a teenager then, and damn, was she cute. It was the early '60s, and we just got our first color TV (yes, kids, there was a time without color TV).
Seeing Ann-Margret dancing around in those great-looking sweaters she filled was enough to stop a young boy from blinking. I remember lying on my stomach on the couch as I watched. Before long, I felt a familiar feeling between my legs. I can vaguely remember humping my pillow in bed, so reaching for the satin pillow on the couch must have been a natural thing for me to do. I undid my belt, pulled down my pants just a little. (Nobody was home, but I knew anybody could come back at any time.) I put the pillow underneath my erect penis and enjoyed my dream lover on the screen.
Overall the movie was lame, but I'd watch it many times over the years just to see Ann-Margret, the cutest redhead ever. One particular part comes to mind. She is singing a song about something as she's in her bedroom. She's wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. She dances all over while changing into something for a date that night. Her face, her long, red hair, those fantastic legs...I fell in love with her, and also with the satin pillow under me. What a feeling, humping that pillow while watching my favorite all-time sex goddess on screen, teasing me to no end. That pillow ended up in my room for good that night.
Actually, we had many satin pillows around the house. In the upstairs living room, down in the rec room. I remember making love to all of them at various times that year. One day I was doing it in the living room while reading one of my school books. I'm sure I wasn't paying much attention to what I was reading, either. I was probably fantasizing about Peggy, the cute little cheerleader I was always too afraid to talk to while in junior high. I always undressed her with my eyes and would picture her nude while I stared at my textbook. It's a wonder I ever passed any classes.
Well, on this particular day my mother came home without me hearing her. I was doing what I always did to those satin pillows when she suddenly came in. I fumbled with my pants, pulling them up as best I could, while my mother continued around the corner and up the stairs. She didn't say anything, but I'm certain she did say something to my dad. Later that night, he had a little heart-to-heart with me, extolling the virtues of doing certain things in private (after asking me with a straight face if I had an uncontrollable itch "down there").
That was the beginning and end of my public exhibition days. The next time someone caught me masturbating was when my wife-to-be woke up to a shaking bed in time to watch me perform a regular ritual of mine. I've always masturbated as I woke up. That was the first time I had actually slept with a girl the whole night. I was embarrassed a little, but she was great. She snuggled up to me and encouraged me to continue. She even put her hand on mine to get me started again. We eventually progressed to the point of me watching her touch herself as well. Masturbating in front of her has always been a real turn-on, and most days she watches me. It's been a soothing, comfortable component of our sexual relationship. I've told her all about the satin-pillow-humping days, and to my excited surprise, she brought one home one day for me to demonstrate. She even went so far as to do a sexy striptease for me as I did it. What a woman! 25 years later, she's still as sexy as ever. She's also my best friend, and the greatest substitute for Ann-Margret I could ever have asked for.
I've certainly come a long way sexually, but the memories of those early, innocent days are what makes the present so sweet.
Do you find yourself masturbating more often during some seasons than others? Why?
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