My honey thinks masturbating is cool, escpecially if I’m the one doing it. Whenever I’m out of his sight for more than a few seconds he’s hopeful that’s what I’m doing, or at least considering it. He’ll holler out “Are you playing with yourself?” Usually though, I’m doing something really mundane like gathering laundry or checking email or using the john. Nothing exciting here for sure, most of the time.
Every morning I lie in bed trying to wake up while I sip on the coffee that my honey so lovingly brings me. Then I page through one of my horse magazines. Well this morning might have been different. Instead of reading the magazine, I might have diddled a little. Maybe. I might have even gotten myself off. Maybe. It’s of course my little secret. 
