Girl on the Net

Watching my boyfriend masturbate is one of my favourite treats. If you offered me the choice between it, or a trip to Thorpe Park, I’d tell you to crack out the lube because the Saw rollercoaster is disappointing in comparison. I’ve already told you about watching him wank in the shower, so for those who enjoyed that (and there are, apparently, plenty of you), here’s a more recent iteration: watching my boyfriend masturbate to porn. Let’s break down some of the hottest moments in a kind of highlight reel.

The way he settles in

He doesn’t just sit on the sofa with his flies open and casually jerk his cock: he settles in. Once I’ve got myself good and comfortable on an office chair just behind his field of vision (all the better to pretend I’m not in the room and therefore truly let go), he removes his T-shirt and shorts, and lies down on the sofa.

His head is angled perfectly so he can see the telly, his vape is nearby (because for him vaping and wanking pair nicely – like wine and cheese), the remote is cradled in his left hand, and his cock sits hard and waiting in his right.

Watching him settle in is, I think to myself, the hottest part of this. That’s until we get to…

The way he selects porn

Usually when he selects an appropriate scene, he’s thinking about what will best fit with my kinks, and therefore what we might enjoy together. But not this time. This time he travels up and down the list of potential options, flicking through short five-second bursts before discarding that option and moving on to the next, all the while gently – casually – rubbing at his cock.

When he eventually finds what he’s looking for, his cock-stroking speeds up. His dick twitches. I know within a couple of seconds that this is the scene he will watch.

My clit throbs.

The way he rewinds bits

This is the thing which starts making my cunt wet. Wet enough that, even sitting completely still on the office chair, I can feel it soaking through my knickers: occasionally, he’ll use the remote control to skip back in the video, to rewatch a particular moment that he enjoyed.

I am mesmerised. What was it about that particular part that gripped him? Was it the position they were in? That face she’s pulling? The extreme close-up shot of dick sliding in? Sittting in the damp patch of my office chair all I can do is guess, because I can’t possibly ask – not yet – I don’t want to remind him I’m still watching.

Instead I just sit as still as a statue, hot waves of arousal flushing through my body every time I see him rewind the scene, beating harder at his dick the second time round, to truly appreciate the beauty of this moment.

When he starts to get frustrated

It’s a long scene, and a long wank. This isn’t a functional wank, it’s fun, so he wants to make it last as long as possible. Sometimes he’ll pause to take a hit on his vape, or glug from a bottle of water that sits on the table nearby. Occasionally he’ll pause to let go of his twitching cock and squeeze his balls for a while, attempting to delay the moment when he spunks all over his naked chest.

But all this edging inevitably leads to something that makes me almost implode with horn: his dick starts to get sore.

I can tell, because his face changes ever-so-slightly. Casual arousal slowly melts into mild frustration, which eventually – almost imperceptibly – turns to grim determination. When determination finally gives way to pain, and this starts to look like an anger wank, he sighs, walks across the room and grabs a bottle of lube that we’d casually tossed on the floor earlier in the evening.

The matter-of-fact way he squirts lube from the bottle and into his hand, before rubbing it all over his now-bright-red, glistening cock, is absolutely burned into my retinas. I have wanked about it five times since this happened, and I’ll be doing it for many years to come.

Watching my boyfriend masturbate to porn: did I come?

The point of this exercise – watching my boyfriend masturbate to porn he’s chosen, with no input from or acknowledgement of my pervy self sitting drooling in a corner – is not for me to have an orgasm. The point of it is for me to store up every possible detail of the scene in my mental wank bank, so that I can replay it at a later date while I’m frigging myself senseless with a Doxy.

Nevertheless, we’re all friends here, so I feel like I can let you in on the thing which I enjoyed most about this entire scenario, so here goes…

During this first part of the show I didn’t touch myself at all. I sat stock-still in my designated chair, fully-clothed and silent in slack-jawed rapture at the sight of him beating his dick. But even though I didn’t move a muscle, the combination of watching him wank, get frustrated, apply lube, skip back to his best bits on the video and then beat at his raging hard-on some more proved so hot that I could almost feel the start of orgasmic waves trickling through my body.

I’m not saying I’d have orgasmed just from watching him, but watching him was so hot that I genuinely felt quite close. I got those pre-orgasmic tingles. Not full ones, just faint ones: pre-emptive shadows that told me there was an orgasm I easily could have, if I would only jiggle my knee…

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