Lubrican's Humor
Lubrican
Lubrican's Humor
By Robert Lubrican
Copyright 2007
Second edition 2026
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Table of Contents:
Book One: A Treatise on Masturbation
Book One, Part Two: A Treatise on Female Masturbation
Book Two: Beating Off Bob's Guide to Writing Really Bad Erotica
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A Treatise on Masturbation
by Beating Off Bob
(AKA Robert Lubrican)
Editorial Comment: This piece was written at a time when the pen name the author used was "Beating Off Bob". It's possible a few of you may remember that name. For others, it will seem odd, or foreign. But that's the name he started writing under. He chose that name, back then, because he wrote what he thought of as stroke stories, and his pen name was chosen to fit with that. Later, when he began to write longer and more involved romances, he changed his name. But, because of the content of this treatise, Beating Off Bob is the name that should go with this story, so it has been left that way. Likewise, they say to charge what something is worth and, while that would normally mean this book would go for ten bucks, I want the masses to be able to receive this education and lots of people are under the poverty line. That's why this book is priced so insanely low. I just wanted to make sure you know this isn't fluff.
Author's Comment: This treatise received the expert, scholarly editorial attention of Miss Stormy Weather, to whom I am indebted. Were it polite to suggest that she is one worth Pulling the Pud for, I would, for she is indeed a jewel. But, seeing as how it's not polite to talk that way about a lady ... of course I won't.
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Hi folks, Beating Off Bob here.
I've been made aware by some that my pen name, which is, I admit, a rather base and crude name, is somewhat "off putting" to those of you with a delicate nature. But there's a reason I chose that name.
You see, pretty near everybody masturbates at one time or another in his or her life. It usually happens the very first time when something feels good and we want it to keep feeling good, so we just keep doing what feels good. It's kind of a natural way to feel good. And, eventually, it's like a box of Cracker Jack - there's a nice surprise at the end!
I mean, think about it. We don't bang our thumbs with a hammer on a routine basis. That doesn't feel good. It's not natural. Everybody scratches, or yawns or stretches. It's just natural ... and it feels good. It's the same thing with Scratching Yoda Behind the Ears. It just feels good. And it's a good way to Get in Touch with Yourself and ... you know ... Discover Your Own Potential.
But people don't like to talk about masturbation. And worse still, people don't think about how complicated it is, or how important it can be to do it right.
So I decided to write down some thoughts, so that, the next time you contemplate Wrestling the Bald-headed Champ (if you're a guy) or Paddling the Pink Canoe (for you gals), you can do a better job at it. Having thrown a bone to the girls, so to speak, let me say up front that following this treatise, I'll address female masturbation more completely. This is going to be hard enough to get through as it is. Mixing genders would just make it ridiculous.
Now, as my primary pen name suggests, I am not inexperienced with the concept of Battling the Purple-Headed Yogurt Slinger that I was born with. A penis is an interesting thing. Women tell me that, which is understandable, but it's pretty interesting to the owner too.
There are basically two kinds, and that means that when you plan on Charming the Cobra, you have to pay attention to which kind you have. If your parents participated in the time honored ritual of having you circumcised, you can Chafe the Weasel if you're not careful. A little lubrication goes a long way toward Changing Your Oil without Leaving Skid Marks on the Pink Panther.
In the Other Hand, you have your just plain, generic prick, with all the original upholstery in good condition, and Buffing the Banana in that situation doesn't Strain the Peel at all. As a matter of fact, if you have undamaged goods, too much oil can be a very bad thing when Engaging in Friction Therapy.
Just a quick word about acceptable lube for those who need it. When Launching the Tadpoles, don't be a cheap ass and just spit in your hand. If you're going to be Greasing the Flagpole, at least take a little pride in what you put in your hand.
Now, once you've decided to Mind Your Own Business, and, if necessary, have acquired the needed lube to Operate the Pump Action Porridge Gun, then technique comes into play.
It's not necessary to Beat Your Meat Like it Owes you Money. Anybody can Flog the Log, Spank the Monkey or Perform An Assault On a Friendly Weapon. And that will, in truth, Drop your Drips. But masturbating with style ... that's the actual destination here.
And speaking of destinations, don't sneak outside at night so your parents or wife won't hear you when you Blow Your Own Horn. Hosing Down the Driveway ... in the actual driveway ... is not cool. If old lady Franklin happens to look out her window while you're in the act of Performing Diagnostics On Your Man Tool, she'll have you Applying the Hand Brake in the back of Officer Branson's squad car.
No, if you're going to be Arguing With Henry Longfellow, it's best to do it inside, where Aiding and Abetting a Known Felon won't get you thrown in the clink. They don't Arm-wrestle the Purple-headed Stormtrooper in jail. They Pack Fudge instead, and believe me, you don't want to be in the candy making business when you could be having A Big Date with Mrs. Palmer and her Five Daughters back in your nice warm bedroom. Of course you can always go to the boy's room and Caulk the Cracks in the Bathroom Tile too.
OK, we have our lube, if needed, and we've chosen an appropriate place to Practice Arm Aerobics. We've decided not to Battle the Purple-helmeted Warrior and are, instead, going to Be Our Own Best Friend. Approach the task at hand as if you were Shakin' Hands With Little Richard. A nice firm grip telegraphs confidence. You don't want to give it one of those limp wristed half grabs that suggest that you're Shakin' Hands With the Unemployed.
Not too tight now. We don't want to Choke the Chicken. You want to be more tuned to Being a Virtuoso of the Skin Flute as you Perform With Your One Man Band. Think of it as An Organ Solo, if you will.
OK, start nice and slow, like you're Dancing with Rosey Palm. Nice long strokes will Put the Blush on your Cheeks for your Date with Palmala Handerson. You needn't be too serious about it. Lighten up and have fun Playing Peekaboo with your Baby Maker. Don't be alarmed if, while you Charm the One-eyed Snake you begin to feel a little light headed. Love does that to you, and by now you're definitely Having Sex with Someone you Really Love.
For those of you who are Jousting the Hooded Knight, your foreskin will provide all the stimulation needed to Burp the Baby. If you are one whose parents had the doctor flay the excess weight off your dong, then you may want to take the time to Buff the Mushroom and Fondle the Fig. That should result in Clearing Your Snorkel quite nicely.
What you think about while you are Belaboring the Obvious can be just as important. A good fantasy goes a long way toward Going for the Gold.
There is no "right" or "wrong" fantasy, just in case you're wondering. For instance, some people, as they Wax the Carrot, think of food. It's not hard, while Washing the Meat, to think about Manufacturing Mayo, or Tickling the Pickle, or maybe Bunning Your Hot Dog while you Whip Up Some Sour Cream. I know a favorite fantasy of one of my heftier friends, while he is Fist Kebabing, is to think of Churning Butter.
Or, if you're the geeky type, high tech may be the way to successfully Debug Your System while Downloading From Your Own Website. For such as them, Booting Up the Hard Drive and Beta Testing Your Hardware is a satisfying way to conduct business while Running in Single-user Mode.
And then, there are you sports nuts out there who are always ready to Play a Little Five-on-one while you Get Your Boys Ready For the Playoffs. You guys, especially, need to heed the warning about safety. Some of you aren't as young as you used to be, and Putting the Seminal Luge Team Through Their Paces while you are Getting Your Exercise may result in Getting Tennis Elbow. For you older guys, I recommend Using the ol' 1 Wood instead for A Little Miniature Golf session.
Maybe thinking about movies while you Give the Half-blind Dog a Run For His Money would be titillating. The Star Wars type movies are full of interesting images that may Take Captain Picard to Warp Speed while Tinkering with the R2 Unit. After you Test-fire the Death Star, you can Ignite the Lightsaber and set about Freeing the Hostages.
Take your time while Helping Put Mr. Kleenex's Kids Through College. There's no hurry. Life is short, and pleasures are few. Taking the time to Give the One-eyed Field Mouse with the Purple Turtle-neck Sweater a Hot-butter Noogie can be the high point of your otherwise dreary day. And remember that, in the heat of battle, Hand-to-gland Combat may Keep the Census Down, but Badgering the Witness will only lead to Much Goo About Nothing.
Lastly, don't wait too long between episodes of Getting Your Palm Read by Mister Softee. All that does is build up tension. Take Peewee On an Adventure often. Taking Little Johnny Dancing Down at Knuckle Junction, and Shaking Hands with Your Wife's Best Friend will keep you calm, relaxed and generally genial.
Oh ... speaking of wives. Save a little for her. There have been divorces over leaving the cap off the toothpaste. If you Squeeze the Toothpaste in the Middle of the Tube too often, she may end up Playing Couch Hockey for One or Spending a Night with the Girls instead of cuddling up to you.
So there you have it. Take it seriously. It's serious business.
And whatever you do ... don't use those cutesy little demeaning names for Whipping Skippy.
Just Masturbate, OK?
The End
A Treatise On Female Masturbation
by Beating Off Bob
(AKA Robert Lubrican)
Foreword
After I wrote "A Treatise on Masturbation" the response was phenomenal.
Well ... perhaps "academically well received" is the better phrase.
Okay, okay. Forty-seven people read it, and only half of them laughed.
But of the 23.5 people who laughed, one of them was named Ron, and he demanded that the females of the world be represented in a future ... um ... scholarly work.
Well ... perhaps it is more accurate to say he suggested that the girls might feel left out.
Okay, okay. He actually said: "How about a Treatise on Petting The Pink Kitty?"
But I'm quite sure Ron is concerned about the feelings of our feminine partners, and not just slavering at the thought of what's going on when a woman is Spending A Night In With The Girls.
In any case, my scholarly curiosity was piqued by his suggestion.
Well ... perhaps it was more that I'm an amateur student of etymology that caused me to delve into words and phrases that represent a woman Going On Automatic Pilot.
Okay, okay. I get just as excited as the next guy when I think about the subject under consideration. And, since the first treatise did default to the consideration of masturbation as it pertains to males, (I'm a guy, ergo I'm sexist - or so women tell me) it seemed only fair to Take A Look At The Female Side Of Things.
In any case, I did the research, which was both interesting and illuminating, and I thought the forty-seven of you might want to have a balanced view of things. To that end, I enlisted the aid of Peaches, my editor, who is all female (down boys, she's taken) and who laughed so hard I knew I had amazed her with my erudite reflections on the intricacies of Doing The One Handed Mamba. Her muttered comment "You can't be serious, Bob," convinced me I was on the right track. I'm quite sure her concern was only because I'm making public what women probably want to remain veiled. Kind of like the secrets of the Masons, you know?
So, with no further ado, here it is.
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As everyone knows, men and women are different. It should not, therefore, surprise the student of Onanism to find that masturbation differs between men and women. More to the issue, the point of masturbation differs between the male and female of the species.
For men, the process is to pursue the science of Ejactology, which you won't find in any dictionary, but which means, loosely: Spewing as much and as often as possible.
With women, the point is not to eject body fluids (though, as a side effect, such is reported to be quite a happy thing,) but rather to arrive at a plateau of joy and passion that is difficult to achieve when a partner is involved. More to the point, female masturbation is a sport that may be engaged in, literally, for an hour or more at a time.
Men are mountain climbers. They rush up the mountain side, bellow to the world that they have conquered, and then collapse and roll back down while trying to smoke a cigarette.
Women don't seek the top of the mountain, with the possible exception of Summiting Mount Baldie, for those who shave their naughty part. Rather, most seek the flat expanse of the butte, where, once there, they can stroll around, viewing the world from slightly different vantage points, have umpteen orgasms and still have plenty of energy to skip back down, when they're done, to where the man is drinking beer and watching football on TV.
Women like to make it last, which is why female masturbation is so popular, even if women have boyfriends. With a man involved it is, quite often "Wham, bam, thank you Ma'am." Not so when a woman Tiptoes Through The Two Lips on top of that butte. This was alluded to in the song: "Shebopping With Your Baby All Night Long."
There are also cultural differences between the sexes when Coming Into Your Own.
References to the male practice tend to involve words like "Battle." Historically that fits. Men went out and hunted, while the women stayed back in the cave and cooked and raised the kids. This is not to say that such cultural stereotypes should still be the rule. It may, however, explain why there are so many references to cooking, in euphemisms for female masturbation.
While Jack (later to adopt the surname 'Off') was out hunting wooly mammoths, Jill stayed back home, preparing a Clam Bake For One. Technology, not being very far along yet, restricted her somewhat. She could Search The Cabbage Patch for something to eat, taking time to Pet The Petunia growing among the edible things. If she found something, it gave her the opportunity to Make Soup. Those who lived along a coast had the advantage of being able to Spear The Bearded Clam and Fish For The Pearl, so she could Steam The Oyster. There were dangers, of course. Women learned that Abusing The Anemone might cause them to end up with sore fingers, if they weren't careful.
For those removed from the coast, they might avail themselves of fruit. Women became adept at Squeezing The Peach, to see if it was ripe. If she found a nice ripe one it was a thing of beauty. She'd want to Polish The Peach, before consuming it, Searching For The Peach Pit carefully, so as not to break a tooth. Dentistry, of course, hadn't popped into anybody's mind yet. Only later would Drilling The Hole, at least in a tooth, occur to someone. Playing With Her Pineapple was less dangerous, and was popular where those grew. In the tropics Peeling The Miniature Banana was a fairly routine kind of thing.
You might think that women got bored, while the men were out being men. But all that time alone gave women the chance to engage in Fingering Something Out. Er ... figuring something out. Yes ... that's what I meant.
For instance, it was women who first thought up the idea of domesticating animals. It probably started with Coaxing The Turtle Out Of Her Shell. Maybe some woman found an injured animal and cared for it. It's possible that, while Brushing The Beaver, one day, a woman saw what beavers did with wood and got the idea for houses, which would improve things. If they lived in houses, women wouldn't have to Search The Alcove all the time to see if anything had moved in while she was out. Groping The Grotto also led to sore fingers sometimes. And, once people became nomadic, it was very important to Clean Between The Camel's Toes. If you forgot to Search For Pebbles In Your Camel Toe you could have the equivalent of a flat tire, so to speak.
It could be that a woman found an orphaned infant animal one day and started Petting the Pink Puppy or Buffing The Weasel. Maybe it was a feline and she found herself Petting The Pink Kitty that Ron was talking about or Making The Kitty Purr. If that happened, though, you can be sure she found out that Taming The Tigress, when it grew up, was a very energetic kind of process. Historians generally agree that it was women who domesticated dogs, though. One of the earliest of written records documents how a woman was Looking For The Dog. This was known by her words, recorded as: "Gee-Spot! Where are you?"
As time passed, and technology improved, it was possible for a woman to Preheat The Oven while she was Kneading The Dough and then Rolling The Dough. Baking, married with women's already developed gathering skills, led to some tasty treats. Having domesticated cows by then, a woman could Churn The Butter so she could then Butter Her Bagel, and end up Having A Finger Licking Good Snack. If she could Raid The Honey Pot it was even better. And, if she got tired of bagels, she could Buff Her Muffin instead. Even later, of course, she could Examine The Hole In Her Donut.
And, as technology marched on, if she wasn't Defrosting The Freezer or Getting The Last Pickle Out Of The Jar, she might be Polishing The Peanut while she was Making Gravy, which would be used after Tenderizing Her Y-Bone Steak, or Cooking The Meat Curtains. And she no longer had to live near the coast to be able to Baste Her Tuna, if she preferred seafood.
Vegetables went with the meat, of course. Whether it was something as simple as Tossing A Pink Salad or Tenderizing The Artichoke, she was sure to provide hubby with a good meal after his hard day. And she didn't have to Search The Bramble Patch any more to get good vegetables either, which gave her time to have a little fun with food too, like Flicking The Bean Around.
Let's not leave out our Hispanic friends since, along the southern border, there was a lot of intermingling of cultures. It was common along the border to Do the Two Finger Taco Tango, or Tickle The Taco, in preparation for Warming The Enchilada when her man got home.
Dessert! I almost forgot dessert! It was essential to Make Whipped Cream before Slicing Your Pie. If pie wasn't her thing, she could always Stir The Cake Batter. And, when there just wasn't time to prepare a formal dessert, she could always Get Into The Cookie Jar. If the cookies were a bit stale, Soaking The Whiskered Biscuit would soften it up. A little of that whipped cream or something from the honey pot would then make for a delightful end to a good meal. Of course these days desserts are much richer. If you're watching your waistline you may want to think about Having A Banana-less Split. Be sure to Check The Cherry on top. Checking For Freshness is a must.
And, if hubby came home unexpectedly for lunch, a woman could always let him Put Mayo On Her Vertical Bacon Sandwich. Then, if he left her high and dry, That slippery mayo would help with Nulling The Void.
The downside of all this time doing domestic chores was that women spent a lot of time Cleaning The Kitchen, of course.
But time marches on, and things generally improve, and it wasn't long before women had enough labor saving devices at their beck and call that they could indulge in some activities other than simply being a domestic creature. Sports, for example. Fitness is important, especially to a woman who wants to retain her girlish figure.
In the old days, exercising might have simply consisted of Carpet Bumping, as a woman did some pushups or something. Nowadays, she can Spend Some Time Working Out At The Y, which is always good for Checking Your Pulse.
Women have become adept at practicing team sports while alone. Going For The Three Point Shot is a good example. Scoring The Hoop is just as much fun as Sliding Into Home. And you can always Practice Playing Goalie by Engaging in Couch Hockey For One. And girls, pay no attention to men who call that "Pussy Soccer." Remember, it was the man who left you Having To Finish The Job in the first place. Just tell him you can recognize bullshit when you hear it, because you've been Riding In The Bed Post Rodeo for years.
Now, if you're into running, or like the outdoors, but it's raining, have no fear. You can Have Your Fingers Run the Slippery Slit Relay indoors. For those of you who are shaved, you may call that Playing On The Slip And Slide. If running seems to call for too much energy, just Let Your Fingers Do The Walking. Believe it or not, you can Go Hiking With The Girl Scouts without ever leaving the house! Yup, you can spend time Strolling Around The Hood, Taking A Walk Through The Park or Walking Downtown and do it all in the comfort of your own home.
Pretty slick ... huh? You bet it is. The slicker, the better.
Now, when it stops raining, and you want to get some fresh air, there are a plethora of outdoor activities you can Get Personally Involved in. One popular pastime is Playing Tennis Without Balls. If you're in good shape already, Digging A Foxhole or Digging A Trench is a good workout. And if it's still a little damp from that rain, then Letting Your Fingers Mud Wrestle is a lot of fun. If getting dirty isn't your thing, then maybe Riding The Unicycle is for you. That's also good training for Flagpole Sitting, which will have you in prime shape when your man shows up and you get to Rest On The Old Fence Post.
Of course you need to work up to vigorous exercise like that. You may want to start with a little Solo Spelunking, which is a little less energetic, if you take your time. And, while there's very little exercise benefit from it, Fishing Without A Pole will still get you out in the fresh air. You don't even need any bait, since Fishing Without A Worm is sometimes even more successful than Fishing With A Worm. If you're adventurous you might take up golf though, until you get some experience you'll probably be Going For The Double Bogey for a while.
Finally, for you girls who like the water there's a raft (sorry about the bad pun there) of things you can pursue.
Waxing The Canoe will get you ready for Paddling The Pink Canoe and Shooting The Rapids. If you want a more leisurely trip, or some company while you exercise, you can Play With The Man In The Boat while you're Traversing The Bermuda Triangle. Of course, if boats aren't your thing, just Go Surfing While The Tide Comes In.
In any case, if you overdo it, always be ready for Dialing The Rotary Phone, in case you need to call an ambulance.
Now, another thing that's evolved, as technology evolved and made women's lives a little better is hygiene. In the fifties and sixties, Madge taught you about Soaking Your Fingers In Palmolive, which was a prelude to Doing Your Nails. It was also good for Softening Up Your Calluses and Washing Your Fingers. Then all the hair care products hit the scene, making it much easier to Brush Your Afro, Groom Your Briar Patch and even Clean Your Fur Coat. Maybelline came out with the slogan "Maybe she was born with it ... maybe it's Mabelline," which had women Applying Lip Gloss all over the country. For those of you on tighter budgets, you can Check Your Chapstick instead. So whenever it comes time to Pamper Your Best Friend, enjoy the modern products your ancestor sisters never had.
There's no sense Beating Around The Bush. Women have come a long way and are no longer dependent on men for every little thing. Women are fully capable of Baiting The Wolf Trap, or even Baiting The Bear Trap these days, to say nothing of Beating The Beaver and Checking For Squirrels. And let's face it. Men can be a pain. They're so needy, you know?
So, if you're thinking of Leaving Men Out Of It, and Engaging In Birth Control, feel free to Have Casual Sex With Someone You Trust. For once you can Go Bareback Safely and Have Sex Without Complications. It's a little like Having A Bank Holiday. You know ... no deposits accepted. Of course that means you won't be Checking Your Safety Deposit Box, but you can always do that tomorrow.
And speaking of doing without men, women have made great strides in learning to take care of many maintenance issues around the house. Whether it's Caulking The Crack, Checking The Oil, Sweeping The Chimney, Unclogging Your Own Drain, Searching For The Hole In Your Bucket, or simply Using The Self Service Pump, you're perfectly capable of Fixing Things Without A Handyman. You can Get To The Root Of The Problem, even if it's something as complicated as Reweaving The Carpet or Doing Maintenance On The Village Bike, which is a really nice thing to do, since everybody in town rides it. Plugging The Dike is even within your capabilities. This is not to be confused with Plugging The Dyke, unless, by chance, you are one.
And don't quail at Erasing The Problem with the computer. Checking The Status Of The I/O Port is something you can do quite easily. You may have to Go On Manual Override, and it may require Double Clicking Your Mouse, but you can do it. Before long you'll be Making Mario Jump all over again, or Playing Guitar Hero, if that's your thing.
Don't just settle for housework like Cleaning Out The Junk Drawer or Dusting The End Table. That's all your ancestors did. Becoming More Independant will help you Deal With That Empty Feeling and help you Enjoy Feminine Actualization. Knuckling Under and Working Up Some Elbow Grease will help you Get A Feeling Of Accomplishment.
And you don't need a man to protect you in many cases either. You can Slap The Bitch Around Yourself. It's just like Burping The Baby ... except you do it lots harder.
But I digress. We're supposed to be talking about masturbation here, not cooking, and exercise and all that stuff. You're looking for good information.
The first thing I need to stress is that masturbation isn't dirty. You've heard some of the derogatory terms for it, like Counting Cunts, Cunt Cuddling, Dressing The Old Axe Wound, or maybe Gouging The Gash. Those are all base and unseemly kinds of descriptions, no doubt created by prissy people who say masturbating is wrong, and then secretly do it.
There's nothing wrong with Getting To Know Yourself and experiencing masturbatory pleasure. And you don't have to be all serious about it either and call it something like Genital Stimulation Via Phalangetic Motion, or Inducing Amrita (female ejaculation.)
Instead, have some fun with it. You can Audition The Finger Puppets, for instance. I know one woman who calls it "Hee-Haw With the Wrinkled Mee-Maw," though I have to tell you I have no freakin' idea where she got that one. Still, it's kind of cute.
In any case, The Virgin's Release should be something happy and enjoyable, like Driving Ms. Daisy. After all, you're Having Sex With The One Who Knows How To Please You The Most. You can enjoy The Lady Finger's Delight while Checking For The Jackpot, or Practice Doing The Magic Disappearing Finger Trick. Make it a festive occurrence, like Enjoying A One Ring Circus, or Teasing The Bearded Lady at the carnival.