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Most commonly associated with ‘wet dreams’ – orgasm whilst asleep and dreaming presumably erotic dreams – spontaneous ejaculation is caused by factors other than physical stimulation, showing the power of the mind to induce orgasm ‘hands-free’ as it were. Scientific research shows that the erotic imagination plays a far more crucial role in physical arousal and orgasm than generally realised.
Premature ejaculation is not the same thing, since this is early orgasm rather than ‘hands-free’. Both however may become more likely to happen after periods of abstinence, or when a sexual event has been much anticipated over a period of time. There is also the role played by medication, not always for associated conditions, for example, a common d**g used to treat Parkinson’s Disease is known to act as an aphrodisiac, as are some d**gs used for weight loss or body-building.
That’s some of the scientific stuff I found on the Net. Now to my experiences –
Spontaneous ejaculation entering (under)pants (SEEP)
In my case, it started from the need to ejaculate in situations where I couldn’t masturbate, but was subjected to irresistible sexual stimulus, all visual - since that is my sexual orientation, to the extent that I’ve never had ‘sexual relations’ of a physical kind, and achieve sexual gratification through voyeurism and another associated syndrome, ‘girl-worship’, which I’ll go into later.
All adolescent males are stimulated by pornography, which in my adolescence was soft by today’s standards. When magazines were available, for example when other inmates at my school passed them around and I could secure one or two for the night, then the only place to view them was in a toilet, when of course masturbation was immediately the recourse to orgasm.
But in public situations, like watching TV in the ‘common room’ (no, it wasn’t a public school, much less salubrious) when girls were on-screen in revealing costumes, masturbation was certainly not an option, even lightly rubbing the front of my trousers. In the 60s, unenlightened times, masturbation was regarded as shameful and ‘unmanly’, which is why I’ve delighted throughout my life to be known, by girls, as a ‘wanker’. Back then, the subject of sex was not discussed in mixed company.
I discovered that clasping my hands together and resting them naturally on my lap was sufficient, depending on what was on display on the TV, to achieve orgasm, if not entirely spontaneously, but certainly the visual stimulation was what mostly accounted for it. The problem was that appropriate sights would usually appear suddenly, and even if I knew roughly how long they would remain on screen, which I often didn’t, it would only be for 2 or 3 minutes so there was always urgency to cum quickly, requiring some mechanical assistance.
In particular I remember sequences such as a girl doing up Her suspender, or wearing a low-cut top (Miss Vicky Kennedy/Margaret Nolan in ‘Steptoe & Son’ or ‘Are You Being Served’, assisted by the fact that She was a nude model who appeared in many of my magazines and was my very first ‘Spunk Queen’ who I ‘worshipped’). By far the most vivid memory though was the RSG dancers, the girls who go-go danced (a pop dance back then) on the music show Ready, Steady Go!
They almost always wore very short skirts – miniskirts being all the rage in those days – and showed their knickers a lot when dancing. That was far more than I ever saw in real life and was beyond my ability to tolerate, such that I had many spontaneous ejaculations watching them, and had to find a way to leave the room unnoticed.
In the early days, when I had access to a magazine, I would sometimes be in my room and reading it, unable to masturbate as I could be interrupted at any time, but when nice pictures were on the page, it was very easy to ejaculate with virtually no stimulation. At this time I’d watch out my window whenever I could to see girls walking down the street, and often rubbed to orgasm seeing a lovely girl walk by. So seeing fully-clothed girls was enough to cause masturbation, and seeing very sexy-dressed, semi-nude girls in my magazines was enough to cause spontaneous ejaculation. It follows then what would be the most important thing to me sexually.
The first time I became really aware of that, I was 19, and on a work’s outing in a club-type place. I was feeling very uncomfortable and out of place, I wasn’t a social person anyway but never went to places like this normally and had no idea what it was like until I was inside and it was then too late. It’s not easy to ‘not look’ when the waitresses were sexy-dressed, and dancers were on the stage all the time. But when I saw Miss Vicki, I had no choice.
She was dressed in a dancer’s sort of bikini with a big scarf-like thing, and I’d never seen a girl so scantily-clad apart from in my magazines, and She could easily have been in one, with Her lovely figure, legginess and big bosoms. I’ve told this story many times, so suffice it to say that just watching Her dance, and unable to touch myself at all, given there was a crowd of men from work round the table, She made me cum in my pants, the first true entirely hands-free spontaneous ejaculation.
First of all, I was terrified, during the whole evening, of the guys noticing the effect scantily-clad women had on me, terrified that my secret of being a solo-sex masturbator would be out (I was 19 and never had or wanted relations of any sort). Secondly, because I couldn’t touch myself, the spontaneous ejaculation was more gradual, induced entirely by Her and Her dancing, and for a while painful as there was, for the first time, no pressure on my penis at all – I didn’t even realise what was happening to me, I knew I was erect but the pain in the tip of my penis was nothing I’d experienced before, I’d no idea I could cum without any physical involvement.
I was also mesmerised, realising how excited I was by Her without at first knowing what the outcome would be, not until the burning sensation in my tip turned to exquisite ecstasy as a stream of pre-cum oozed out, followed by ejaculation and ecstasy I’d never experienced before. No wonder I’ll never forget Her.
There were other occasions where I was lucky enough to see a girl show in situations where masturbation was out of the question, but in fact unnecessary. When the RSG dancers were on TV, I’d no idea how long I’d got, so couldn’t leave it to chance and applied some minor physical stimulation too. But I began to realise that seeing as much as that meant I would ejaculate spontaneously.
I remember a few occasions in my early days at work, seeing girls show their knickers, and becoming obsessed with shapely girls who I’d be compelled to find ways of watching so I could cum in my pants. Whenever time was a factor though, I’d use gentle pressure, like up against a banister or bar, to firstly ensure I could speed up the process if need be, and also to avoid the pain of ejaculating without any pressure on my penis.
There were many times watching go-go dancers in pubs, or a lovely barmaid with a low-cut top, when I’d have the joy of cumming hands-free with my eyes on a girl for real, not just in photos, lovely though that was too. One of the reasons I didn’t do that looking at magazines was that the pleasure of masturbating while looking at the girls in the pages was something I loved, and also I wanted to leave a brown stain on the photo, which I dreamed one day girls would see but never imagined for a minute that would really happen. (It did though).
However, when I went on the road in my 30s, my ability to source magazines improved greatly, as I discovered where all the good newsagents with lots of top-shelf mags were located, and also the sex-shops and second-hand bookshops around the country. As soon as purchases were made though, I couldn’t wait to look at them, and parked up somewhere to do that. I had many spontaneous ejaculations into my underpants doing that, specially if I was seen by girls ogling my mags. In fact, when I parked up I often had magazines to finish looking at, cause as soon as a girl had made me cum with Her poses, I’d put down the mag and pick it up from there next time.
I began to describe that as ‘girl worship’, since just the sight of those girls was enough to give me ecstasy, and even seeing Her on the cover of a mag in the shop, after She’d made me cum in my pants several days before looking at Her pictures, was sometimes enough to make me cum in my pants in the shop.
Being seen with my mags was very, very exciting, as it meant those girls would know I was a perv, a wanker, which I loved. I had to be careful though who saw, and found that places like red-light districts were best.
My feelings about girls who posed came from the fact that I knew that, if it wasn’t for them, I’d rarely if at all see girls show. It’s true that being in the right place at the right time, to get ‘lucky views’, was another way, but I still worshipped those girls that turned up at places in sexy outfits, went clubbing in skimpy outfits, or in other ways displayed their loveliness.
I’m fortunate in that I don’t want or need to see girls nude and therefore never needed to spy like some peeping toms. To get my sex pleasure, all I need is to look out my window, or peep through my fence (at girls in the street) or put my mac on and go into town, and I see all I need to see for pervert pants-spunk ecstasy. Parking overlooking the beach and then seeing bikini girls is more than enough for instant explosive pants-spunking, so intense that often my moans and whimpers could be heard outside my van.
So, by middle-age, I was well-used to experiencing SEEP, and it was really all I needed to be sexually satisfied. I was experiencing an increasing desire to tell girls about it, which had never been an option. Sure, girls had seen me parked up with my mags, and often it was their laughter and disdain that made for the most ecstatic, spontaneous pants-spunks.
For a while there were the sex-chat lines, and sometimes those were satisfying, but there was still something missing. I found it though along with probably the most wonderful SEEP ever. In fact, it was the start of girl-worship ‘in person’ – being in the presence of a Goddess.
None of it was planned, and that visit was one of a number that I made to so-called photographic studios, where they gave you a camera and a nude model, though I never did that. I just went to those places so I could demonstrate to a girl who posed nude that I couldn’t do the photog bit, and all I wanted was any ‘spare’ photos. I knew it was unlikely that there would be, and usually the conversation was too brief for anything other than feeling their disdain. There was one occasion though when SEEP took place because the receptionist – also the nude model – was wearing a low-cut top. I couldn’t hide what was happening to me and She was surprised but not bothered. I love the fact that She knew I was a perv, to have done that.
But visiting Terri’s Glamourworld meant that for the first time, I could buy spare pics, and when I went back a second time to buy more, there She was – the model Herself, who sold me pics of Herself, then let me see Her pose – no camera, just to watch.
What made that such a special SEEP was that She took me completely by surprise – I wasn’t in any way touching myself, just watching in great disbelief as She posed in a short skirt showing Her knickers while I just watched. It helped that I’d shown Her a Spick & Span mag to copy the poses – in fact, She’d seen all the dirty mags in my case and the state of them, after being used by a pervert wanker.
I was in my 40s but had never seen a girl deliberately show Her knix, to me – I’d only ever had lucky views and loved the way girls in Spick & Span raised their skirts or sat ‘carelessly’ and showed their knix, and now I was seeing a girl doing those poses for real.
So it was no surprise I suppose that when She did Her second pose, I just ejaculated spontaneously into my underpants and wank-trousers so suddenly I had no chance to hide it – and I’d had years and years of practice doing that effectively, even a few feet from the girl who was making me pants-spunk.
There was obviously no way Miss Melanie could have not seen what She made me do, but She wasn’t bothered, and that sheer fluke meant I could do it again and again, openly to the extent that She always saw the wet patch on my stained wank-trousers. I had many Worship Sessions with Her and SEEP always took place, and it meant I had the nerve to seek other Goddesses in future and attend Worship Sessions with them, and I still do to this day. And all of them, ALL of them, knew they would cause SEEP.
Worship is simply because girls, goddesses have the power to induce spontaneous ejaculation in me. I have no control when girls show, and of course I don’t control whether they let me see them show or not – that’s entirely in their ‘gift’, I can’t ask for it, or at least, I have asked to take photos (an excuse to have a Worship Session, which is what I really want) and I can indicate what I dream will happen at the Sessions, but ultimately it’s up to Her what She will allow.
If you think it’s a bit amazing that lovely glamorous sex-queens would let a dirty old pervert in his dirty mac watch them show till he spunks in his pants – well so do I. I still can’t believe it. The fact is, all the Goddesses I’ve worshipped personally know all about my worship and know that by letting me have a Worship Session, they are letting me enjoy an ecstatic SEEP, they are allowing me to ejaculate into my underpants while my eyes are on them as they show themselves. In one case She saw my wet patch every time after She’d caused SEEP.
In fact in some cases, they make this even more ecstatic by saying sexy, even dirty things that they know will enhance my arousal – I love girls to know all about me so when they talk about me and the things I do, and talk about the effect they know they have on me, that’s is just lovely.
They are providing the conditions, the most-desired scenario for me to get my full sex satisfaction and gratification, the fulfilment of my dearest sexual desires. It is totally amazing. No wonder I’m a girl-worshipper. “I worship girls that pose and show because, if it wasn’t for them, I’d never get to see what I need to see”.
After Worship Sessions, as well as after every SEEP She causes, I’ll send worship material spelling out what happened, in words and pictures, and preparing all that, plus writing the email to Her and feeling slightly scared and excited as I press the send button – what will She think?! What will She say in Her reply?! – will make SEEP happen more quickly and more intensely when seconds later I get Her pics and video up on my screen.
Premature ejaculation is not the same thing, since this is early orgasm rather than ‘hands-free’. Both however may become more likely to happen after periods of abstinence, or when a sexual event has been much anticipated over a period of time. There is also the role played by medication, not always for associated conditions, for example, a common d**g used to treat Parkinson’s Disease is known to act as an aphrodisiac, as are some d**gs used for weight loss or body-building.
That’s some of the scientific stuff I found on the Net. Now to my experiences –
Spontaneous ejaculation entering (under)pants (SEEP)
In my case, it started from the need to ejaculate in situations where I couldn’t masturbate, but was subjected to irresistible sexual stimulus, all visual - since that is my sexual orientation, to the extent that I’ve never had ‘sexual relations’ of a physical kind, and achieve sexual gratification through voyeurism and another associated syndrome, ‘girl-worship’, which I’ll go into later.
All adolescent males are stimulated by pornography, which in my adolescence was soft by today’s standards. When magazines were available, for example when other inmates at my school passed them around and I could secure one or two for the night, then the only place to view them was in a toilet, when of course masturbation was immediately the recourse to orgasm.
But in public situations, like watching TV in the ‘common room’ (no, it wasn’t a public school, much less salubrious) when girls were on-screen in revealing costumes, masturbation was certainly not an option, even lightly rubbing the front of my trousers. In the 60s, unenlightened times, masturbation was regarded as shameful and ‘unmanly’, which is why I’ve delighted throughout my life to be known, by girls, as a ‘wanker’. Back then, the subject of sex was not discussed in mixed company.
I discovered that clasping my hands together and resting them naturally on my lap was sufficient, depending on what was on display on the TV, to achieve orgasm, if not entirely spontaneously, but certainly the visual stimulation was what mostly accounted for it. The problem was that appropriate sights would usually appear suddenly, and even if I knew roughly how long they would remain on screen, which I often didn’t, it would only be for 2 or 3 minutes so there was always urgency to cum quickly, requiring some mechanical assistance.
In particular I remember sequences such as a girl doing up Her suspender, or wearing a low-cut top (Miss Vicky Kennedy/Margaret Nolan in ‘Steptoe & Son’ or ‘Are You Being Served’, assisted by the fact that She was a nude model who appeared in many of my magazines and was my very first ‘Spunk Queen’ who I ‘worshipped’). By far the most vivid memory though was the RSG dancers, the girls who go-go danced (a pop dance back then) on the music show Ready, Steady Go!
They almost always wore very short skirts – miniskirts being all the rage in those days – and showed their knickers a lot when dancing. That was far more than I ever saw in real life and was beyond my ability to tolerate, such that I had many spontaneous ejaculations watching them, and had to find a way to leave the room unnoticed.
In the early days, when I had access to a magazine, I would sometimes be in my room and reading it, unable to masturbate as I could be interrupted at any time, but when nice pictures were on the page, it was very easy to ejaculate with virtually no stimulation. At this time I’d watch out my window whenever I could to see girls walking down the street, and often rubbed to orgasm seeing a lovely girl walk by. So seeing fully-clothed girls was enough to cause masturbation, and seeing very sexy-dressed, semi-nude girls in my magazines was enough to cause spontaneous ejaculation. It follows then what would be the most important thing to me sexually.
The first time I became really aware of that, I was 19, and on a work’s outing in a club-type place. I was feeling very uncomfortable and out of place, I wasn’t a social person anyway but never went to places like this normally and had no idea what it was like until I was inside and it was then too late. It’s not easy to ‘not look’ when the waitresses were sexy-dressed, and dancers were on the stage all the time. But when I saw Miss Vicki, I had no choice.
She was dressed in a dancer’s sort of bikini with a big scarf-like thing, and I’d never seen a girl so scantily-clad apart from in my magazines, and She could easily have been in one, with Her lovely figure, legginess and big bosoms. I’ve told this story many times, so suffice it to say that just watching Her dance, and unable to touch myself at all, given there was a crowd of men from work round the table, She made me cum in my pants, the first true entirely hands-free spontaneous ejaculation.
First of all, I was terrified, during the whole evening, of the guys noticing the effect scantily-clad women had on me, terrified that my secret of being a solo-sex masturbator would be out (I was 19 and never had or wanted relations of any sort). Secondly, because I couldn’t touch myself, the spontaneous ejaculation was more gradual, induced entirely by Her and Her dancing, and for a while painful as there was, for the first time, no pressure on my penis at all – I didn’t even realise what was happening to me, I knew I was erect but the pain in the tip of my penis was nothing I’d experienced before, I’d no idea I could cum without any physical involvement.
I was also mesmerised, realising how excited I was by Her without at first knowing what the outcome would be, not until the burning sensation in my tip turned to exquisite ecstasy as a stream of pre-cum oozed out, followed by ejaculation and ecstasy I’d never experienced before. No wonder I’ll never forget Her.
There were other occasions where I was lucky enough to see a girl show in situations where masturbation was out of the question, but in fact unnecessary. When the RSG dancers were on TV, I’d no idea how long I’d got, so couldn’t leave it to chance and applied some minor physical stimulation too. But I began to realise that seeing as much as that meant I would ejaculate spontaneously.
I remember a few occasions in my early days at work, seeing girls show their knickers, and becoming obsessed with shapely girls who I’d be compelled to find ways of watching so I could cum in my pants. Whenever time was a factor though, I’d use gentle pressure, like up against a banister or bar, to firstly ensure I could speed up the process if need be, and also to avoid the pain of ejaculating without any pressure on my penis.
There were many times watching go-go dancers in pubs, or a lovely barmaid with a low-cut top, when I’d have the joy of cumming hands-free with my eyes on a girl for real, not just in photos, lovely though that was too. One of the reasons I didn’t do that looking at magazines was that the pleasure of masturbating while looking at the girls in the pages was something I loved, and also I wanted to leave a brown stain on the photo, which I dreamed one day girls would see but never imagined for a minute that would really happen. (It did though).
However, when I went on the road in my 30s, my ability to source magazines improved greatly, as I discovered where all the good newsagents with lots of top-shelf mags were located, and also the sex-shops and second-hand bookshops around the country. As soon as purchases were made though, I couldn’t wait to look at them, and parked up somewhere to do that. I had many spontaneous ejaculations into my underpants doing that, specially if I was seen by girls ogling my mags. In fact, when I parked up I often had magazines to finish looking at, cause as soon as a girl had made me cum with Her poses, I’d put down the mag and pick it up from there next time.
I began to describe that as ‘girl worship’, since just the sight of those girls was enough to give me ecstasy, and even seeing Her on the cover of a mag in the shop, after She’d made me cum in my pants several days before looking at Her pictures, was sometimes enough to make me cum in my pants in the shop.
Being seen with my mags was very, very exciting, as it meant those girls would know I was a perv, a wanker, which I loved. I had to be careful though who saw, and found that places like red-light districts were best.
My feelings about girls who posed came from the fact that I knew that, if it wasn’t for them, I’d rarely if at all see girls show. It’s true that being in the right place at the right time, to get ‘lucky views’, was another way, but I still worshipped those girls that turned up at places in sexy outfits, went clubbing in skimpy outfits, or in other ways displayed their loveliness.
I’m fortunate in that I don’t want or need to see girls nude and therefore never needed to spy like some peeping toms. To get my sex pleasure, all I need is to look out my window, or peep through my fence (at girls in the street) or put my mac on and go into town, and I see all I need to see for pervert pants-spunk ecstasy. Parking overlooking the beach and then seeing bikini girls is more than enough for instant explosive pants-spunking, so intense that often my moans and whimpers could be heard outside my van.
So, by middle-age, I was well-used to experiencing SEEP, and it was really all I needed to be sexually satisfied. I was experiencing an increasing desire to tell girls about it, which had never been an option. Sure, girls had seen me parked up with my mags, and often it was their laughter and disdain that made for the most ecstatic, spontaneous pants-spunks.
For a while there were the sex-chat lines, and sometimes those were satisfying, but there was still something missing. I found it though along with probably the most wonderful SEEP ever. In fact, it was the start of girl-worship ‘in person’ – being in the presence of a Goddess.
None of it was planned, and that visit was one of a number that I made to so-called photographic studios, where they gave you a camera and a nude model, though I never did that. I just went to those places so I could demonstrate to a girl who posed nude that I couldn’t do the photog bit, and all I wanted was any ‘spare’ photos. I knew it was unlikely that there would be, and usually the conversation was too brief for anything other than feeling their disdain. There was one occasion though when SEEP took place because the receptionist – also the nude model – was wearing a low-cut top. I couldn’t hide what was happening to me and She was surprised but not bothered. I love the fact that She knew I was a perv, to have done that.
But visiting Terri’s Glamourworld meant that for the first time, I could buy spare pics, and when I went back a second time to buy more, there She was – the model Herself, who sold me pics of Herself, then let me see Her pose – no camera, just to watch.
What made that such a special SEEP was that She took me completely by surprise – I wasn’t in any way touching myself, just watching in great disbelief as She posed in a short skirt showing Her knickers while I just watched. It helped that I’d shown Her a Spick & Span mag to copy the poses – in fact, She’d seen all the dirty mags in my case and the state of them, after being used by a pervert wanker.
I was in my 40s but had never seen a girl deliberately show Her knix, to me – I’d only ever had lucky views and loved the way girls in Spick & Span raised their skirts or sat ‘carelessly’ and showed their knix, and now I was seeing a girl doing those poses for real.
So it was no surprise I suppose that when She did Her second pose, I just ejaculated spontaneously into my underpants and wank-trousers so suddenly I had no chance to hide it – and I’d had years and years of practice doing that effectively, even a few feet from the girl who was making me pants-spunk.
There was obviously no way Miss Melanie could have not seen what She made me do, but She wasn’t bothered, and that sheer fluke meant I could do it again and again, openly to the extent that She always saw the wet patch on my stained wank-trousers. I had many Worship Sessions with Her and SEEP always took place, and it meant I had the nerve to seek other Goddesses in future and attend Worship Sessions with them, and I still do to this day. And all of them, ALL of them, knew they would cause SEEP.
Worship is simply because girls, goddesses have the power to induce spontaneous ejaculation in me. I have no control when girls show, and of course I don’t control whether they let me see them show or not – that’s entirely in their ‘gift’, I can’t ask for it, or at least, I have asked to take photos (an excuse to have a Worship Session, which is what I really want) and I can indicate what I dream will happen at the Sessions, but ultimately it’s up to Her what She will allow.
If you think it’s a bit amazing that lovely glamorous sex-queens would let a dirty old pervert in his dirty mac watch them show till he spunks in his pants – well so do I. I still can’t believe it. The fact is, all the Goddesses I’ve worshipped personally know all about my worship and know that by letting me have a Worship Session, they are letting me enjoy an ecstatic SEEP, they are allowing me to ejaculate into my underpants while my eyes are on them as they show themselves. In one case She saw my wet patch every time after She’d caused SEEP.
In fact in some cases, they make this even more ecstatic by saying sexy, even dirty things that they know will enhance my arousal – I love girls to know all about me so when they talk about me and the things I do, and talk about the effect they know they have on me, that’s is just lovely.
They are providing the conditions, the most-desired scenario for me to get my full sex satisfaction and gratification, the fulfilment of my dearest sexual desires. It is totally amazing. No wonder I’m a girl-worshipper. “I worship girls that pose and show because, if it wasn’t for them, I’d never get to see what I need to see”.
After Worship Sessions, as well as after every SEEP She causes, I’ll send worship material spelling out what happened, in words and pictures, and preparing all that, plus writing the email to Her and feeling slightly scared and excited as I press the send button – what will She think?! What will She say in Her reply?! – will make SEEP happen more quickly and more intensely when seconds later I get Her pics and video up on my screen.
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