by Bruce P. Grether During a snowstorm in Denver, I’m shirt-cocking while I squeeze and stroke my lubricated erection with intent focus and delicious deliberation. In an elegant and simply furnished hotel suite alone, I’m especially enjoying my session of Mindful Masturbation, stretched back on a little couch, my bare legs are spread wide open with feet on the coffee table. I’ve just finished recording a new video to share with the planetary Phallic Brotherhood of Men to whom

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Dear Brother, I took some time this week to sit down and share from my heart about my own personal spiritual journey over the last few years. I made this video to share with my personal Facebook feed, something that I haven't done before. So in a way, this is my "coming out" video as an erotic activist. I also made this video for you to share with others who might be on a similar journey, and would appreciate gentle guidance in the direction towards self-love. Our mailing lis

By Bruce P. Grether As an advocate of male masturbation training for excellence, I’ve sometimes been asked if masturbation can ever be harmful. If you feel at all let down, weary, or conflicted following a masturbation session, there are simple ways to enhance your practice that Erotic Engineering teaches in the Mystery School. Here are seven masturbation habits that in my experience are harmful over the long term. Any combination of these habits can cause your masturbation

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by Bruce P. Grether I’m masturbating in the predawn quiet downstairs in the house. The air outside the house is muggy and full of mosquitoes, however, indoors I’m comfortable, shirt-cocking and using coconut oil for lubrication. Caressing my erection, I walk about, I stand, I do slow knee-bends. My penis feels hard as a branch, yet it’s also the silkiest smoothest thing in existence; it’s thick and warm and intensely alive and it seems to fill the entire Universe! Part of me

by Bruce P. Grether I’ve come downstairs in the predawn darkness and now I lie back comfortably on the couch, my soft cotton house pants down around my ankles, the warm thick generosity of my penis alive in my hands. Generosity can mean size, but it’s also a quality. This feels unbelievably, indescribably good—and I’m still in awe of what’s possible! One hand below my balls pushes in slow surges upon the inner root of my erection, while fingers of the other hand, palm cupped