I started this little fingering habit a few years back. I suppose now, to be a bit more specific, it'd be 4 years. I was introduced to this habit by a cousin, who although didn't actually like the fingering habit himself, was very much into other people who fingered for a living. I too soon grew fond of watching people fingering.
From the many media sources we have today, the internet was understandably the most accessible. I could not watch it on the TV as the Malaysian government was not supportive of such heavy handling. It has always been an assault on the senses but the government went as far as to ban it almost completely from popular media culture. However, light fingering was often allowed with people who did it more softly and patiently without the aid of electrical toys. Sometimes, my whole family would sit together and watch said people entertain themselves as well as the audience. There's something to it that touches and caresses everyone in a profound way. With that said, it also rubbed some people the wrong way and caused public outcry among the restless youth of the time.
These were young men on the verge of physical maturity bringing with it raging hormones effectively enslaving thoughts and emotions to its' every decisively fickle and tiniest changes. These were also young women with their hypothalamus swimming in a soup of their estrogen leaving them utterly incomprehensible as to the way that they decided to operate. They began naming themselves after human organs and combined them with the various colours that were deemed to be in line with the times and orientation, or just plain aesthetic accessories. These people went underground in an orgy exploding of their very own blood, sweat and tears, in an ironic effort to actually gain big screen opportunity. Much to the chagrin of their parents.
They were, according to the media, degenerates. A generation of pimps and whores. With no particular direction in their caressing and noodling except to achieve the height of physical pleasure and then calling out the lord's name. What they decided not to tell the world was that every single one of us, has a relative holed up in some orifice somewhere, fingering and banging each other to their very verge of sanity and imagination. It was a festival of ravishing that I inadvertently found myself to be a part of later on in my formative years.
I have 5 aunts. They were the people who gave me my first wood. I had just turned 18 then. A late bloomer as compared to most other kids who start fingering and manhandling their wood at a far younger age as probably given by their mothers. It was the beginning of my college life and I had in a few years ago, realised the carnal appeal of men and women fingering, banging, blowing various objects. I began learning this carnal repartee on my own. I am deeply inspired by visuals and have spent hours being turned on to how my cousin sister handles the piece of wood between her legs as well as the way she caresses the keys on the entire length of a body. Also as I have stated before, the internet was the most accessible tool for me to satisfy my lust for such physical displays. Many nights were spent alone watching and hearing the sounds and voices of such people. However, sadly, the more significant websites charged for such services and a number of performers also charge a significant amount for their performances. I had no choice but to begin downloading such material in the dark of my own room behind closed doors. I could get such stimulating visuals on TV as well. But what was made public was never stimulating enough for my imaginations.
I craved for the old days of crazed hip gyration and bashing thrusts to every beat of their naturally synchronised rhythms. I emulated such visuals on my own wood in hopes of acquiring the same physical congress to achieve the utmost pleasure possible, just like how they did in their seemingly physically heightened performances. Addiction is the best word to describe the way I felt about such noises and movements. I even took to performing such acts with other people, just like my heroes. I had a housemate who loved fingering and caressing wood as much as I did that we began making noises of pleasure almost on a daily basis. This soon led to the introduction of an equally physically inclined human being who was more of the banging persuasion. We then set about finding our own rhythms as a group of youth with a raging need for gratification and satisfaction. We began renting cheap rooms by the hour and made incredibly strange noises sounding almost like dogs or seals or even dying cats as we've been told by certain members of the public who overheard us. We did not care. All we knew was that we were getting each other off and getting off on each other. We would enjoy ourselves from the time we jacked on till the time we jacked off. Many people joined and left our activities. Until we found another constant in the form of a bald old man who was a veteran at the fingering and the gyrating and the thrusting and the blowing. Our 4 men group was finally complete and we continued satisfying each other's needs for the latter part of our college years. Eventually sounding more graceful and less like a moaning cat. However, he was a little old and got bored quickly. Also he constantly lost wood and would always require new inspiration to encourage him to get wood.
We soon took the show on the road. As much as we got each other off, we never really put on as good a show as others did. As such, it was very difficult for us to find representatives. We then had to work the streets and ended up performing once at a live performance centre. We were boned hard by the pimps as we were not paid and was not even given enough fluids to keep our juices flowing. To make matters worse, the main performer was late and the crowd was left watching us nurse our toys as we waited for his arrival. During the time of his arrival, we did as best a show as we could and was for the whole show, completely bottomless. Our college-mates were there to watch as well as some of the lecturers and some children. Not the best family entertainment, but a good place to start to get children interested in the glamorous world of fingering and banging.
Since then, one of the members moved out of the country. Three wankers without a banger was not exactly the most ideal of performing companies and we soon died out. We were yesterdays' news. This separation was the last lick on the ball. We stopped practising and soon grew thick bushes all over our routines. We could not re-establish a rhythm as much as we tried to with other bangers and wankers and blowers.
However, until today, as I have moved out of the homeland of wankers, leaving behind two of the most prominent wankers I know, I continue to finger and to caress my wood on my own. I still strive to make a sticky mark and have since started working the streets. I get paid good money for my finger shows as well constantly getting coins dumped into my bag holes during my solo scenes. I have also met up with my old banger and will soon, seek to re-establish our old fingering-banging rhythm once more. In hope of giving a hard prominent facial right smack on the mugs of the viewers rather than the weak flow of ooze that was once our coup de grace........
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