I first met Mark through an ad on the Internet. It was an ad for a registered nurse for a unique practice building a male sexuality clinic. The head of the clinic, Dr. Mark Fleshman, needed a woman who could help him perfect and experimental cure for his erectile dysfunction (ED) patients and he was calling for a young, attractive nurse with an open mind and a hot body. What caught my attention was the added bonus. Short hours and big dollars. I wanted something a little extra to pass the time during the day since I was in between jobs and looking for something permanent. Plus I was getting tired of the hum drum dating scene and need a little sexual excited to make the time go by.
Author: ComealotSex
[MF] More Fap Fodder Today
Just another day at the office, looking for a place to make me drop my load. I created this unique tool called a [Dickometer](https://soundgasm.net/u/comealot/Dickometer). You see, I’m aurally excitable. Listening to a woman’s voice turns me on. And listening to a woman’s orgasm turns me on even more. Do you feel me?
The dickometer works pretty damn good and this week-end it was off the charts. I found a few sites worth bookmarking and sharing with my masturbation friendly buddies like me. Of course, my favorite is [Comealot.net](http://comealot.net). I like it because this one is mine and I get to create and share all kind of kinky, juicy stories. Who knows? One day I may even write a story with a plot! So far they’ve all been pretty ritualistic. Oooh. Aaah. Pull out your cock and wank it for me baby. Milk that cow. Cum. Wait twenty minutes and do it again. Slam bam thank you ma’am. Kind of boring, huh. Well not really because each time I listen to them I get the “release” guaranteed. Sock it to me baby!
Zero, One, Two, Three [MFF] [exh] [voy] [mast]
She let him into their lives. Well, technically, she only let him into her life. She didn’t tell her wife about him. Not yet at least. For the time being he was her little secret and she wanted to see where this pen pal thing was going. She was an erotica writer and he was an erotica writer too. But what she wrote and what he wrote were two very different things. She liked writing about men screwing women, one-on-one, two-on-one, the more the merrier. He liked writing about sex for one, self-pleasure, masturbation, especially mutual masturbation. They both liked writing about their sexual fantasy land where anything could happen and anything did happen, all day long.
That’s before he started the 0, 1, 2, 3 game with her. He got a gig writing for a reality TV show and he needed a muse, someone to play his unusual sex game. He explained the set-up ever so carefully. “It’s sorta like truth or dare” he said, “kinda like Big Brother for adults only. I say a topic and you pick a number, between zero and 3”. “Why does it start at zero”, she said. “Well, that’s because zero means nada, nothing, you’re not going to talk about that. Zero means off limits, sort of like using the bathroom. Nobody wants to hear you piss and fart and shit, so that’s off limits topic for our reality TV show. Hell, you’ve got to have some privacy sometimes, so when you go relieve yourself, we won’t talk about that, OK? Well assuming you say zero.”
Tuesdays in Chinatown [MF] [bd] [Mdom] [swing]
She couldn’t take him to meet her parents. After all, he was black, and her parents were 1st generation Chinese. They would never accept a black man in their house. But he wasn’t really black, not a deep chocolate black. He was a yellow nigger, a Mandingo half breed with enough white blood mixed in that when you saw him you may pass him for Italian or German or something. But what he missed in the skin color department he made it up in bed.
But he wasn’t just black, he was married. He was her forbidden fruit and she could wait to take a bite of this apple every time they met, in a shady hotel in Chinatown. They were mismatches in many ways. She was five foot one, he was six feet tall. She barely weighed 100 pounds soaking wet. He was 200 pounds easy. He was muscular. She was frail. And when they first met and their eye locked, she could see a fierceness in his eyes, and he saw a kind and playful pet.
Thrice Daily [F] [mast] [exh] [Mdom] [voy]
Most men would kill for a woman like her. What man in his right mind wouldn’t want a woman who loved to screw 3 or 4 times a day. She had been doing it for years. She liked the orgasm. She liked the dopamine rush. The oxytocin. Hell. She liked it all. She was unbelievable. She liked it so much she developed it into a routine, just like clockwork. Once when she woke up in the morning. Once in the office right before her commute home and once before going bed. She would go to the bathroom after the majority of the people left the office and play with herself until she would cum.
Sometimes she couldn’t hold back the oohs and the aahs. One day there was a guy standing outside the door of the ladies room with his ear to the door. She knew what he was listening for but she didn’t care. It was none of his business anyway. She was in her own little world and she didn’t care. What goes on in the ladies room stays in the ladies room. Right!
[M] How Audio Erotica Saved My Marriage – Part 3
It took many counseling sessions and some fancy therapy techniques, Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing (EMDR), to undo the brainwashing and reprogram my neural circuitry. I put [guided masturbation](https://soundgasm.net/u/comealot/Guided-Masturbation) at the center of my treatment program. I used it like a form of hypnosis to subconsciously reprogram taboo sexual desires and neutralize the sexual inhibitions that were holding me back.
Please don’t make light of it. This stuff is serious. We all have hangs ups and demons to overcome. My first was to find a way to end the masturbation session in “Joy” vs. being overpowered by feelings of guilt. With a lot of practice, moral support and more practice, I fapped my way out of this conundrum. And I attribute my success to audio erotica. Hearing a woman’s voice encouraging a joyful outcome did the trick for me. But my wife wouldn’t do it. And my therapist wasn’t going to do it. So who’s voice was it going to be.
[M] How Audio Erotica Saved My Marriage – Part 2
One of the first lessons I learned by talking about my problems online and in the counselor’s office, was that everybody’s situation is different. What works for others may not work for me and what works for me may not work for others. You’ve got to take the time to delve into your own situation and find a solution that works for you. And to save a marriage, it’s got to be a joint solution, not one that is found by one party working alone. But another glitch that got thrown into the mix for me was that my wife didn’t want to participate in counseling. Her position was quite clear. There was nothing wrong with her. She didn’t need professional help. But if I felt the need, especially since I was still reeling from the grief of losing a son, she encouraged me to go for it.
So like a one armed paper hanger, I went for it all alone. Well, to be truthful, I wasn’t 100% alone. I had her involvement on a limited basis. She would ask me what we talked about and what the counselor said. And when the counselor recommended masturbation as an outlet for all the sexual energy I couldn’t get out in bed, she approved of these exploits, with one small caveat, she didn’t want to participate in any way.
[M] How Audio Erotica Save My Marriage – Part 1
I just got back from a week at Cabo San Lucas celebrating my 25th wedding anniversary, but two years ago my life was much different. My 40-year-old son had just died of cancer, leaving behind 5 children, my 5 grandchildren, and a distraught wife. My youngest daughter had gone off to college not long before, leaving me and my wife as empty nesters, and I was getting what some have called the seven-year itch.
I started reading more and more self-help books and even took a course on how to find happiness. I read “The How of Happiness” and “The Myths of Happiness” by Sonja Lyubomirsky and ended up on a quest to find my nirvana. You see, I had spent my whole life pleasing others, living for others, doing for others and all of a sudden one day I woke up and realized I needed to start living for myself.