Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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Dear Betty:

In reading your book and making notes of chronological references I deduct that you and I are about of the same generation. I was born 6/1/25. It is nice to relate to someone of your own age.

On the subject of masturbation, my first sexual experience was around 12 1/2. Prior to my first experience, a neighbor girl and I initiated a fool-around relationship. I said, I'll show you mine if you will show me yours. I think this girl was about 13 and I was 11 1/2 at the time. We found some secluded place where we could look at one another and make comparisons. The girl was quite explicit in her demonstration of her genitals pulling back the hood from the clitoris for my observation.

Dear Betty Dodson,

I am twenty-three. I have been married and divorced once, and about to be married again. Since the age of eleven, I have been masturbating regularly and intend to continue until I'm too old to find my clit. Because you shared so much with me, I'd like to share a few of my experiences with you.

Dear Betty,

I just found your wonderful web site and after pouring over it for several days I decided to write you and tell you about how I started masturbating. At that time I had received no sexual instruction of any kind. My previous experiences were limited entirely to "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" with various neighborhood boys and girls.

I'm now 57 years old. I think it all started when I was 11 or 12. My penis was growing and I had a little bit of pubic hair above it. In those days I used to sleep over night at my cousin's house. He was a few months older than I was and also my best friend.

I grew up in a small, rural town in the northwest and during summer break it was a boy's paradise. It was the summer between sixth and seventh grade and before then I had played with my cock for several years, but had never cum before. My best friend, Bill, lived across the road from me and was a year ahead of me in school.
Well, on this particular day, we had talked my mom into dropping me, Bill and Donny, another guy from our neighborhood off within an half-hour walk of one of the local swimming holes.

One of the single most important events in my life was discovering how to pleasure myself. I had just turned eleven and had begun to grow pubic hair. I had recently found some of my father's porn magazines by accident. I enjoyed the feelings I got when looking though them whenever I had a chance. I got really horny, but had no idea how to unload my tension. My only sexual outlets had been through wet dreams and nocturnal emissions.

Dear Betty Dodson,

I was so inspired when I read your work that I pulled the curtains on the window, let some of the bright afternoon sun in at the edges, and masturbated delightfully. I clearly remember discovering my clitoris when I was nine, sitting on the john wiping myself. If I wiped hard, I gave myself some kind of shock. I tried the trick a couple of times but then dismissed it as some quirk of nature, something that almost hurt, but felt good.

It was when I was 13 and after a Scout meeting that my sister's boy friend Quentin and I were cleaning up. He asked me if I wanted to have some fun. He told me to pull my pants down, and he did, too. Quentin was a red head, and I remember his bright red pubic hair (which today still turns me on). His cock had such a pink head and eye. I remember how large it looked. My pubic hair was just starting.

Dear Betty,

Whenever my wife of 25 years leaves for a few hours, I turn to your site. My wife doesn't object--she says she'd rather do it than read about it. My favorite is the first experiences. They're so innocent that I can't help fondling myself while I read most of them.

I'm no longer a fiery kid, but I remember my first experience with a girl as if it were yesterday. I grew up on a farm in Oregon. It was an irrigated farm which meant that there were ditches and the willows that can't resist ditches. The farm houses were clustered around quarter sections, which meant every family usually had three other neighbors.

Dear Betty Dodson:

Right now in a very relaxed mood after pleasuring myself, I am trying to write down a bitter-sweet memory from when I was a boy, about seven years old. Then as now I lived in Sweden, in a small town.

It was a hot, sunny day in July. I was lying on the grass outside the apartment building where I lived with my parents, reading a book. Yes - reading a book! I began reading books very early, it was a way of disappearing from an often drab and disappointing reality, into a phantasy world. I did not get along too well with other kids, I was very sensitive and often got teased and harassed.

Dear Betty,

I have recently rediscovered a masturbation technique I was fond of as a teenager. I have never read or heard of another man doing this, so I felt compelled to share it with you and visitors to your site.

Dear Betty:

I finished reading your book Sex for One: The Joy of Selfloving a couple of months ago and as per your request I'm writing about my experiences.

I'm 42 and started masturbating at age 12. I discovered this by mistake one day when I finished peeing and wondered what would happen if I rubbed my penis. The actual "technique" I used is what is known in Tantra as the spiral.