Then are two incredibly up close and personal scenes of amateur Japanese girls being interviewed and watching a solo male getting himself off in front of them.Ĭfnm 100 | Cfnm Blogs | Hot CFNM | Alfamina Cfnm | New & yes, the Japanese censorship laws are interesting, sociologically speaking. In these three clips, you’ll see guys jacking their meat in front of a girl while she’s being interviewed, and in the third clip, quizzed while trying not to be distracted! Continuing on this theme of masturbation observation are two scenes from retro porn movies of men putting on a masturbation show for multiple girls. And jerking off, completely naked and exposed to a clothed female in a close environment is a very intimate scenario that has tons of CFNM aesthetic to it! That’s what you can expect from the entirety of today’s post and featured website, Kay’s Planet: great scenes where guys jack off right next to amateur girls. Given the chance to do it in a safe and open environment, many women would take advantage of the opportunity to watch it happening, right there in front of them. Bring bug spray.Let’s face it, there are many women out there that are quite interested, or at least a little bit curious about how men masturbate. But in this thin ribbon of clothing-optional swamp, there are only so many twigs to hide behind. In the clothed world, it is easy to conceal, distort, or even outright ignore the body's proportions and rhythms. Without the beach, Rooster Rock is even more intimate: The bond between bodies becomes intensified. How much of this quasi-Victorian etiquette was an illusion? Most of the men around me must have known they were being silently scoped out.Ī nude beach is an altered human landscape, an ecosystem of proud, casual sensuality, if not sexuality. But there was no dog, and there was no coy way to slide out of my hammock dick-first. If we were in Laurelhurst Park, I could have pretended to take a sip of water, maybe made eyes with a cute dog and worked my way up. Earlier, I had completely avoided looking when a stunning figure walked by-my attention seemed egregious, inept. The tension between exhibitionism and voyeurism is inescapable and exhilarating, if a little bewildering.
It then occurred to me why Red Boxer-Briefs Man-who seemed so fond of nude culture-was still wearing underwear. I actually had to sit cross-legged for a few minutes to hide my half-chub. Back at camp, I began to entertain some surprisingly potent fantasies about what could have been. "Find anything back there?" "Nah, not really." "Oh." "Yeah, none of these trails connect to the beach, they all just hit thorns." The current swamp is a much stingier, scratchier cruising ground, but that does not deter the ambitious.Īs I emerged from one of my harrowing pee breaks, wincing from thorns stabbing my naked feet, a man in sunglasses and bright red boxer briefs stood in my path. Rooster Rock is usually a suitable cruising ground in high summer, pocked with grassy nooks and shaded enclosures. Nobody was making out or cuddling, although I did notice an old man rubbing sunscreen on another's pale butt cheeks. There was no naked Frisbee toss or naked croquet-not quite enough space. Nobody was drinking loudly or blasting music.
The swampy bog had turned the glade into a serene plateau. He was not the only guy wearing a cowboy hat. And then there was the Colonel, who made many trips past my camp with a lawn chair strapped to his back, returning minutes later from the same direction with the same lawn chair strapped to his back.