4) The penalty for masturbation in Indonesia is decapitation.
I'm dead.riZcuANyGyluCaDH
"Mars, the Bringer of War"
May I see your lisence and registration?
LOOK OUT, HE'LL HAVE YOUR FINGER OFF!!!!
I've come on my face by accident before. I know have invested time in better aim.
"Stop! In the Name of Love" The Supremes
Where are my keys?
My purpse is to protect the innocent and stop all who would do people harm. Plain and simple, cut and dry. I couldn't do anything else.
It depends on which side the top half is on.
Urg, this is embarassing, but, okay. I was at the beach one year with my friend and his family. We rented several rooms at a private condo along the shore. One evening, after a long day of "sight seeing" at the pool, I decided to partake in my favorite activity. There was a pratical reason to my line of thought, which was: I had a raging erection and didn't want to try going up the elevator three levels and then try to tactfully make my way past all of my friend's family, not to mention anybody who just so happens to want to ride on the elevator. So, I paddled my way over to one of the massaging jets in the pool. I had enjoyed a wonderful back massage using one of those earlier and had wondered what it would feel like, down there. I had to lift myself partially out of the water to get the best position for maximum pleasure. It felt GREAT! Soon, I got the tunnel vision of one who only wants to come to a climax. In an irrational state of mind, I slid my trunks down to my knees, so the feeling would be even better. Not to long after that, to my complete surprise, I heard a horrified voice behind me say, "What are you doing!?" I spun around to see a very attractive, bikini clad young woman I had met earlier standing at the edge of the pool stareing at me (or rather, farther down into the crystal clear water) with a towl in her hand and her mouth wide open. I moved to quickly pull up my trunks, and, being the smooth talker I am, I mumbled something along the lines of "nothing". She, now blushing, turned around and sat down on a chair with her back to me, head in her hands, as I exited the pool and beat a hasty retreat to my room.
Moral of the story: Pick a more secluded pool next time.
There has to be a reason that he isn't interested in sex. I like to masturbate, but that still doesn't stop me from wanting the real thing. Something must have happened to him previously. Explore that, and see what he says. And, if something was the cause of it, see if you two can work it out as a couple. If everything is fine and nothing is wrong with the poor man, then see if he is open to you having your needs satisfied by someone else. I could just say get yourself a B.O.B (battery operated boyfriend) and a share in Duracell stock, but it sounds like you want something more, such as human contact.
I was 13. An AMAZING experience. I've been addicted ever sense.