Uh. Yes. Y'all have vivid imaginations and way too much testosterone i guess.
If its not happening real time, i just cant get into it.
Message Boards
Index » Masturbation » For Him » Is it possible to have an attractive female friend and NOT jerk to her?
Unregistered 
I've masterbated to all my female friends and aquentances. my faverate memory is of a young teacher i had at school who as I look back now I realise from the way she teased with her smile and let her legs open
sitting on a desk one dangling off the side wondering if one of us boys would drop a biro. knowing we were head over heals in lust with her. Probably laughed her arse off about it with her friends and why shouldn't she have. after all I had great fun masterbaiting to her. I still do when I think about her knowing.
sitting on a desk one dangling off the side wondering if one of us boys would drop a biro. knowing we were head over heals in lust with her. Probably laughed her arse off about it with her friends and why shouldn't she have. after all I had great fun masterbaiting to her. I still do when I think about her knowing.
Harry Burns: No man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
![](gfx/icons/status.gif "<b>FLscribe</b> is here. All "hello" PMs deleted."){kind=icon}
Dave2778 said:
Harry Burns: No man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Harry Burns: No man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Great pull. Which i've referenced in conversations with a few select women.
I posted this in another thread a year or two ago, but I'll post it again because I like to tell this story.
* * *
She's a former coworker, who's a dear friend of mine. She's in her early 40s, blonde hair to middle back, thin/athletic build. Not a girly-girl at all. Sort of a tomboy -- loves boxing workouts, loves mountain biking. She looks great in a dress and heels, but is far more comfortable in jeans, T-shirt and flip-flops. Great personality. Very sex-positive, loves to talk about it.
She decided within the past couple of years that she is lesbian but could be persuaded to be bisexual for the right guy. Unfortunately, she says I'm not that guy. I'm eternally in the friend zone. Yes, we've had that conversation, and I can live with that. But still ...
She's not really my type physically, but I want her badly. I just love being around her. She's fun, funny, refreshing. Her personality makes my heart flutter. She holds her own when we're drinking together. (She enjoys good scotch.) We love the same music, the same books, the same movies.
Unfortunately, we just both happen to like women.
We mesh so well, and we'd probably be together if she weren't oriented that way.
So I do feel a little guilty jerking to her, but not guilty enough to lie about it when she asks. We have had many conversations about sex, especially over happy-hour cocktails, and the subject of the differences between men and women frequently comes up.
She once asked me -- because I'm apparently the spokesman for my entire gender -- why men can't just be happy as friends. I told her I didn't know, but I suspect it has something to do with the relentless biological urge to mate.
She asked if I felt that way about her. I decided there was no point in dancing around the topic, so I admitted that I did. I added that I understood she's not interested in that, so I haven't pressed the issue. But, yes, I've thought about it because I'm attracted to her.
She asked the circumstances of when I've thought about it.
Feeling bold from the earlier admission, I told her that she pops up from time to time when I'm jacking off.
"Really?" she asked with equal parts exasperation and curiosity. "When do you think about me? How often?"
"Well, sometimes. It's not like you're an obsession. You've made some mental appearances when I'm taking care of business. Maybe it's something you said, or something you wore, or something you did that I saw and liked. But I'd never push it with you, because that's the kind of relationship we have. If you want to change that, let me know, but I can separate our friendship from whatever I think about when I'm jerking off. Sometimes, it's a celebrity. Sometimes, it's my ninth-grade English teacher. Sometimes, it's a stranger I saw at the mall or wherever. It just depends what comes up when my brain hits 'shuffle.'"
"Have you ever, you know, thought about [Mutual Female Friend A], [Mutual Female Friend B] or [Mutual Female Friend C]?"
"Of course."
Then I described some of their specifics -- and hers, too -- that turn me on. I listed benign stuff, because I feared that if I elaborated on what REALLY gets me off, I would scare her away.
She processed that for a moment or two before she shook her head and looked me in the eye.
"You men are weird."
I didn't disagree.
Open to interesting ideas
FLscribe said:
Great pull. Which i've referenced in conversations with a few select women.
I posted this in another thread a year or two ago, but I'll post it again because I like to tell this story.
* * *
She's a former coworker, who's a dear friend of mine. She's in her early 40s, blonde hair to middle back, thin/athletic build. Not a girly-girl at all. Sort of a tomboy -- loves boxing workouts, loves mountain biking. She looks great in a dress and heels, but is far more comfortable in jeans, T-shirt and flip-flops. Great personality. Very sex-positive, loves to talk about it.
She decided within the past couple of years that she is lesbian but could be persuaded to be bisexual for the right guy. Unfortunately, she says I'm not that guy. I'm eternally in the friend zone. Yes, we've had that conversation, and I can live with that. But still ...
She's not really my type physically, but I want her badly. I just love being around her. She's fun, funny, refreshing. Her personality makes my heart flutter. She holds her own when we're drinking together. (She enjoys good scotch.) We love the same music, the same books, the same movies.
Unfortunately, we just both happen to like women.
We mesh so well, and we'd probably be together if she weren't oriented that way.
So I do feel a little guilty jerking to her, but not guilty enough to lie about it when she asks. We have had many conversations about sex, especially over happy-hour cocktails, and the subject of the differences between men and women frequently comes up.
She once asked me -- because I'm apparently the spokesman for my entire gender -- why men can't just be happy as friends. I told her I didn't know, but I suspect it has something to do with the relentless biological urge to mate.
She asked if I felt that way about her. I decided there was no point in dancing around the topic, so I admitted that I did. I added that I understood she's not interested in that, so I haven't pressed the issue. But, yes, I've thought about it because I'm attracted to her.
She asked the circumstances of when I've thought about it.
Feeling bold from the earlier admission, I told her that she pops up from time to time when I'm jacking off.
"Really?" she asked with equal parts exasperation and curiosity. "When do you think about me? How often?"
"Well, sometimes. It's not like you're an obsession. You've made some mental appearances when I'm taking care of business. Maybe it's something you said, or something you wore, or something you did that I saw and liked. But I'd never push it with you, because that's the kind of relationship we have. If you want to change that, let me know, but I can separate our friendship from whatever I think about when I'm jerking off. Sometimes, it's a celebrity. Sometimes, it's my ninth-grade English teacher. Sometimes, it's a stranger I saw at the mall or wherever. It just depends what comes up when my brain hits 'shuffle.'"
"Have you ever, you know, thought about [Mutual Female Friend A], [Mutual Female Friend B] or [Mutual Female Friend C]?"
"Of course."
Then I described some of their specifics -- and hers, too -- that turn me on. I listed benign stuff, because I feared that if I elaborated on what REALLY gets me off, I would scare her away.
She processed that for a moment or two before she shook her head and looked me in the eye.
"You men are weird."
I didn't disagree.
Great pull. Which i've referenced in conversations with a few select women.
I posted this in another thread a year or two ago, but I'll post it again because I like to tell this story.
* * *
She's a former coworker, who's a dear friend of mine. She's in her early 40s, blonde hair to middle back, thin/athletic build. Not a girly-girl at all. Sort of a tomboy -- loves boxing workouts, loves mountain biking. She looks great in a dress and heels, but is far more comfortable in jeans, T-shirt and flip-flops. Great personality. Very sex-positive, loves to talk about it.
She decided within the past couple of years that she is lesbian but could be persuaded to be bisexual for the right guy. Unfortunately, she says I'm not that guy. I'm eternally in the friend zone. Yes, we've had that conversation, and I can live with that. But still ...
She's not really my type physically, but I want her badly. I just love being around her. She's fun, funny, refreshing. Her personality makes my heart flutter. She holds her own when we're drinking together. (She enjoys good scotch.) We love the same music, the same books, the same movies.
Unfortunately, we just both happen to like women.
We mesh so well, and we'd probably be together if she weren't oriented that way.
So I do feel a little guilty jerking to her, but not guilty enough to lie about it when she asks. We have had many conversations about sex, especially over happy-hour cocktails, and the subject of the differences between men and women frequently comes up.
She once asked me -- because I'm apparently the spokesman for my entire gender -- why men can't just be happy as friends. I told her I didn't know, but I suspect it has something to do with the relentless biological urge to mate.
She asked if I felt that way about her. I decided there was no point in dancing around the topic, so I admitted that I did. I added that I understood she's not interested in that, so I haven't pressed the issue. But, yes, I've thought about it because I'm attracted to her.
She asked the circumstances of when I've thought about it.
Feeling bold from the earlier admission, I told her that she pops up from time to time when I'm jacking off.
"Really?" she asked with equal parts exasperation and curiosity. "When do you think about me? How often?"
"Well, sometimes. It's not like you're an obsession. You've made some mental appearances when I'm taking care of business. Maybe it's something you said, or something you wore, or something you did that I saw and liked. But I'd never push it with you, because that's the kind of relationship we have. If you want to change that, let me know, but I can separate our friendship from whatever I think about when I'm jerking off. Sometimes, it's a celebrity. Sometimes, it's my ninth-grade English teacher. Sometimes, it's a stranger I saw at the mall or wherever. It just depends what comes up when my brain hits 'shuffle.'"
"Have you ever, you know, thought about [Mutual Female Friend A], [Mutual Female Friend B] or [Mutual Female Friend C]?"
"Of course."
Then I described some of their specifics -- and hers, too -- that turn me on. I listed benign stuff, because I feared that if I elaborated on what REALLY gets me off, I would scare her away.
She processed that for a moment or two before she shook her head and looked me in the eye.
"You men are weird."
I didn't disagree.
It absolutely NEVER ceases to amaze me how surprised women are that we cum to them so frequently. My friend, in a similar quiz, when we got to a similar conversation, listed a bunch of women that we both knew, including various levels of attractiveness, and I had had them all. She considers herself very sexual (she has fucked 40+ guys) but she had nothing like the lust levels that I have. She was very surprised.
Masturbation... It's something that I like to do after I masturbate.
Yes - if the guy is gay LOL.
I suppose it's possible...but why would you feel the need to? That you'd enjoy the fantasy of fucking a woman you know well reflects your being comfortable and trusting of her, in my opinion.
LOL
So far I have wanked to every female friend, it just happens!!
So far I have wanked to every female friend, it just happens!!
A lover of used Panties, tiny TITS & Taboo
No
Hell, one I know now I constantly jerk off to her pic!
I'd love to be able to cum on her face for real.
I'd love to be able to cum on her face for real.
https://xhamster.com/user/hp2daymi
LOL
Unregistered
FLscribe said:
Great pull. Which i've referenced in conversations with a few select women.
I posted this in another thread a year or two ago, but I'll post it again because I like to tell this story.
* * *
She's a former coworker, who's a dear friend of mine. She's in her early 40s, blonde hair to middle back, thin/athletic build. Not a girly-girl at all. Sort of a tomboy -- loves boxing workouts, loves mountain biking. She looks great in a dress and heels, but is far more comfortable in jeans, T-shirt and flip-flops. Great personality. Very sex-positive, loves to talk about it.
She decided within the past couple of years that she is lesbian but could be persuaded to be bisexual for the right guy. Unfortunately, she says I'm not that guy. I'm eternally in the friend zone. Yes, we've had that conversation, and I can live with that. But still ...
She's not really my type physically, but I want her badly. I just love being around her. She's fun, funny, refreshing. Her personality makes my heart flutter. She holds her own when we're drinking together. (She enjoys good scotch.) We love the same music, the same books, the same movies.
Unfortunately, we just both happen to like women.
We mesh so well, and we'd probably be together if she weren't oriented that way.
So I do feel a little guilty jerking to her, but not guilty enough to lie about it when she asks. We have had many conversations about sex, especially over happy-hour cocktails, and the subject of the differences between men and women frequently comes up.
She once asked me -- because I'm apparently the spokesman for my entire gender -- why men can't just be happy as friends. I told her I didn't know, but I suspect it has something to do with the relentless biological urge to mate.
She asked if I felt that way about her. I decided there was no point in dancing around the topic, so I admitted that I did. I added that I understood she's not interested in that, so I haven't pressed the issue. But, yes, I've thought about it because I'm attracted to her.
She asked the circumstances of when I've thought about it.
Feeling bold from the earlier admission, I told her that she pops up from time to time when I'm jacking off.
"Really?" she asked with equal parts exasperation and curiosity. "When do you think about me? How often?"
"Well, sometimes. It's not like you're an obsession. You've made some mental appearances when I'm taking care of business. Maybe it's something you said, or something you wore, or something you did that I saw and liked. But I'd never push it with you, because that's the kind of relationship we have. If you want to change that, let me know, but I can separate our friendship from whatever I think about when I'm jerking off. Sometimes, it's a celebrity. Sometimes, it's my ninth-grade English teacher. Sometimes, it's a stranger I saw at the mall or wherever. It just depends what comes up when my brain hits 'shuffle.'"
"Have you ever, you know, thought about [Mutual Female Friend A], [Mutual Female Friend B] or [Mutual Female Friend C]?"
"Of course."
Then I described some of their specifics -- and hers, too -- that turn me on. I listed benign stuff, because I feared that if I elaborated on what REALLY gets me off, I would scare her away.
She processed that for a moment or two before she shook her head and looked me in the eye.
"You men are weird."
I didn't disagree.
Great pull. Which i've referenced in conversations with a few select women.
I posted this in another thread a year or two ago, but I'll post it again because I like to tell this story.
* * *
She's a former coworker, who's a dear friend of mine. She's in her early 40s, blonde hair to middle back, thin/athletic build. Not a girly-girl at all. Sort of a tomboy -- loves boxing workouts, loves mountain biking. She looks great in a dress and heels, but is far more comfortable in jeans, T-shirt and flip-flops. Great personality. Very sex-positive, loves to talk about it.
She decided within the past couple of years that she is lesbian but could be persuaded to be bisexual for the right guy. Unfortunately, she says I'm not that guy. I'm eternally in the friend zone. Yes, we've had that conversation, and I can live with that. But still ...
She's not really my type physically, but I want her badly. I just love being around her. She's fun, funny, refreshing. Her personality makes my heart flutter. She holds her own when we're drinking together. (She enjoys good scotch.) We love the same music, the same books, the same movies.
Unfortunately, we just both happen to like women.
We mesh so well, and we'd probably be together if she weren't oriented that way.
So I do feel a little guilty jerking to her, but not guilty enough to lie about it when she asks. We have had many conversations about sex, especially over happy-hour cocktails, and the subject of the differences between men and women frequently comes up.
She once asked me -- because I'm apparently the spokesman for my entire gender -- why men can't just be happy as friends. I told her I didn't know, but I suspect it has something to do with the relentless biological urge to mate.
She asked if I felt that way about her. I decided there was no point in dancing around the topic, so I admitted that I did. I added that I understood she's not interested in that, so I haven't pressed the issue. But, yes, I've thought about it because I'm attracted to her.
She asked the circumstances of when I've thought about it.
Feeling bold from the earlier admission, I told her that she pops up from time to time when I'm jacking off.
"Really?" she asked with equal parts exasperation and curiosity. "When do you think about me? How often?"
"Well, sometimes. It's not like you're an obsession. You've made some mental appearances when I'm taking care of business. Maybe it's something you said, or something you wore, or something you did that I saw and liked. But I'd never push it with you, because that's the kind of relationship we have. If you want to change that, let me know, but I can separate our friendship from whatever I think about when I'm jerking off. Sometimes, it's a celebrity. Sometimes, it's my ninth-grade English teacher. Sometimes, it's a stranger I saw at the mall or wherever. It just depends what comes up when my brain hits 'shuffle.'"
"Have you ever, you know, thought about [Mutual Female Friend A], [Mutual Female Friend B] or [Mutual Female Friend C]?"
"Of course."
Then I described some of their specifics -- and hers, too -- that turn me on. I listed benign stuff, because I feared that if I elaborated on what REALLY gets me off, I would scare her away.
She processed that for a moment or two before she shook her head and looked me in the eye.
"You men are weird."
I didn't disagree.
I think this is probably the best post ever, on this forum.
Unregistered
Personally I think I have dropped loads for every attractive woman I have known, and hope to continue doing so.
Unregistered
FLscribe said:
Great pull. Which i've referenced in conversations with a few select women.
I posted this in another thread a year or two ago, but I'll post it again because I like to tell this story.
* * *
She's a former coworker, who's a dear friend of mine. She's in her early 40s, blonde hair to middle back, thin/athletic build. Not a girly-girl at all. Sort of a tomboy -- loves boxing workouts, loves mountain biking. She looks great in a dress and heels, but is far more comfortable in jeans, T-shirt and flip-flops. Great personality. Very sex-positive, loves to talk about it.
She decided within the past couple of years that she is lesbian but could be persuaded to be bisexual for the right guy. Unfortunately, she says I'm not that guy. I'm eternally in the friend zone. Yes, we've had that conversation, and I can live with that. But still ...
She's not really my type physically, but I want her badly. I just love being around her. She's fun, funny, refreshing. Her personality makes my heart flutter. She holds her own when we're drinking together. (She enjoys good scotch.) We love the same music, the same books, the same movies.
Unfortunately, we just both happen to like women.
We mesh so well, and we'd probably be together if she weren't oriented that way.
So I do feel a little guilty jerking to her, but not guilty enough to lie about it when she asks. We have had many conversations about sex, especially over happy-hour cocktails, and the subject of the differences between men and women frequently comes up.
She once asked me -- because I'm apparently the spokesman for my entire gender -- why men can't just be happy as friends. I told her I didn't know, but I suspect it has something to do with the relentless biological urge to mate.
She asked if I felt that way about her. I decided there was no point in dancing around the topic, so I admitted that I did. I added that I understood she's not interested in that, so I haven't pressed the issue. But, yes, I've thought about it because I'm attracted to her.
She asked the circumstances of when I've thought about it.
Feeling bold from the earlier admission, I told her that she pops up from time to time when I'm jacking off.
"Really?" she asked with equal parts exasperation and curiosity. "When do you think about me? How often?"
"Well, sometimes. It's not like you're an obsession. You've made some mental appearances when I'm taking care of business. Maybe it's something you said, or something you wore, or something you did that I saw and liked. But I'd never push it with you, because that's the kind of relationship we have. If you want to change that, let me know, but I can separate our friendship from whatever I think about when I'm jerking off. Sometimes, it's a celebrity. Sometimes, it's my ninth-grade English teacher. Sometimes, it's a stranger I saw at the mall or wherever. It just depends what comes up when my brain hits 'shuffle.'"
"Have you ever, you know, thought about [Mutual Female Friend A], [Mutual Female Friend B] or [Mutual Female Friend C]?"
"Of course."
Then I described some of their specifics -- and hers, too -- that turn me on. I listed benign stuff, because I feared that if I elaborated on what REALLY gets me off, I would scare her away.
She processed that for a moment or two before she shook her head and looked me in the eye.
"You men are weird."
I didn't disagree.
i'd love a female friend that i could have an honest mature conversation about sex with. While i masterbate to all my female friends i don't know how i'd react if one of them offered to have sex with me. They all think i'm nice because i treat them with respect. I often wonder what they would think about me masterbating and looking at porn and on here talking about my masterbation fantasies. I'd probably go down alot in their estimation eventhough i'm still the same person who would still respect them and stand up for them if needs be. Some times i feel like a hyprocrite you don't know how luckey you are to have a female frind you can be frank with and still be friends.Great pull. Which i've referenced in conversations with a few select women.
I posted this in another thread a year or two ago, but I'll post it again because I like to tell this story.
* * *
She's a former coworker, who's a dear friend of mine. She's in her early 40s, blonde hair to middle back, thin/athletic build. Not a girly-girl at all. Sort of a tomboy -- loves boxing workouts, loves mountain biking. She looks great in a dress and heels, but is far more comfortable in jeans, T-shirt and flip-flops. Great personality. Very sex-positive, loves to talk about it.
She decided within the past couple of years that she is lesbian but could be persuaded to be bisexual for the right guy. Unfortunately, she says I'm not that guy. I'm eternally in the friend zone. Yes, we've had that conversation, and I can live with that. But still ...
She's not really my type physically, but I want her badly. I just love being around her. She's fun, funny, refreshing. Her personality makes my heart flutter. She holds her own when we're drinking together. (She enjoys good scotch.) We love the same music, the same books, the same movies.
Unfortunately, we just both happen to like women.
We mesh so well, and we'd probably be together if she weren't oriented that way.
So I do feel a little guilty jerking to her, but not guilty enough to lie about it when she asks. We have had many conversations about sex, especially over happy-hour cocktails, and the subject of the differences between men and women frequently comes up.
She once asked me -- because I'm apparently the spokesman for my entire gender -- why men can't just be happy as friends. I told her I didn't know, but I suspect it has something to do with the relentless biological urge to mate.
She asked if I felt that way about her. I decided there was no point in dancing around the topic, so I admitted that I did. I added that I understood she's not interested in that, so I haven't pressed the issue. But, yes, I've thought about it because I'm attracted to her.
She asked the circumstances of when I've thought about it.
Feeling bold from the earlier admission, I told her that she pops up from time to time when I'm jacking off.
"Really?" she asked with equal parts exasperation and curiosity. "When do you think about me? How often?"
"Well, sometimes. It's not like you're an obsession. You've made some mental appearances when I'm taking care of business. Maybe it's something you said, or something you wore, or something you did that I saw and liked. But I'd never push it with you, because that's the kind of relationship we have. If you want to change that, let me know, but I can separate our friendship from whatever I think about when I'm jerking off. Sometimes, it's a celebrity. Sometimes, it's my ninth-grade English teacher. Sometimes, it's a stranger I saw at the mall or wherever. It just depends what comes up when my brain hits 'shuffle.'"
"Have you ever, you know, thought about [Mutual Female Friend A], [Mutual Female Friend B] or [Mutual Female Friend C]?"
"Of course."
Then I described some of their specifics -- and hers, too -- that turn me on. I listed benign stuff, because I feared that if I elaborated on what REALLY gets me off, I would scare her away.
She processed that for a moment or two before she shook her head and looked me in the eye.
"You men are weird."
I didn't disagree.
Unregistered
Rotherjack said:
I think this is probably the best post ever, on this forum.
i agree totally honest.nice to see someone airing what every normal man feels in an adult manner.I think this is probably the best post ever, on this forum.
Index » Masturbation » For Him » Is it possible to have an attractive female friend and NOT jerk to her?