I once gave a young woman a note that read: “Ask Louie what percentage of the time he fails to impregnate his fist”
Another lovely morning standing naked in the pre dawn hour, running my hands all over my body, face, and hair as i empty my very full bladder into my cupped hands, and into a tunbler so i can feel it warmly cascade down my body. Luxuriating in the slow drying sticky feel of it, inhaling the raw musky scent, at peace with life. It is not s*****, i do not m a s t u r bate, it simoly feels beautifully alive.