Like most guys, I had learned to love masturbation pretty much as soon as I started getting hard-ons. I lost my virginity and began having sex with girls at the age of sixteen but, of course, I wasn’t having tons of sex back then. Most of my sexual enjoyment was the type that was readily available: self-exploration. I had a neighbor friend whose dad kept a huge stack of Playboy magazines behind a file cabinet in his works...

I had just finished my freshman year in college. I spent the summer with my college roommate’s family in New Orleans because I didn’t want to go home to my own family. The family I was living with had a daughter who was only two years younger than me. We had become flirtatious with each other over several weeks, yet we were never really alone together so we could never do much more than give each other sexy eyes. One afte...

Growing up in an ultra-conservative home, I led a pretty sheltered life. My dad gave me the “birds and the bees” talk when I was a sophomore in high school. Let’s just say…it didn’t go very well. To say the talk was awkward would be an understatement. There was nowhere for me to hide. I just wanted it to be over. Even though I wasn’t super experienced yet with girls, I knew that his version of sex was out of touch, to say...