First of all, let me say that I love Penthouse Letters. I’m twenty-eight years old, single and I live with my parents. I have many fantasies. I do not have a girlfriend and I very seldom use a prostitute because I worry about getting AIDS.
What I do is masturbate in movie theaters. I’ve always been an avid moviegoer, but one day as I was waiting to see Out of Africa, it occurred to me to try playing with myself in the movie theater.
Now jacking off in the dark of a theater is pretty much a hobby with me. I usually ejaculate only once, prolonging orgasm until the end of the movie. You can tell how boring a movie is by how fast I come. I usually sit alone in the front where I won’t be seen. However, I recently sat across from a young woman. During the movie, I kept looking her way and eventually she looked at me. I proceeded to unbuckle and unfasten my slacks. I pulled down my underwear and began masturbating furiously. I came about ten minutes later. I don’t think she knew I masturbated, but the thought that she might have seen me really fired me up.
I also like to masturbate in my car. I pull down my slacks and underwear and drive around the highways, pulling up next to women drivers and masturbating while waiting for the light to change. Or I go to the mall or the park, watching women go to their cars while I masturbate. They never see me, but it’s exciting keeping this secret from them.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep searching for my relationship and hopefully marriage and I’ll really be able to contribute to your fine magazine. V.B., Newark, New Jersey
