Summer … I was on a Mediterranean island… the weather was just perfect: sunny with a bit of wind to keep it fresh.I was sharing living space with some friends but I was a little overwhelmed by the situation.From where we were staying were visible the tops of two ruins, towershaped, that we discovered were old windmills. We wanted to visit themall together but somehow my best friend and a lover of him ended upgoing just the two of them.I was sad and frustrated and I really needed to go out so I decided to take the afternoon to hike to the windmills alone.The hike is not too long but I arrive that I’m really sweaty, I climb on the ruins to enjoy the breeze that come from the sea.There’s a couple of sailing boats visible downhill and there’s nobodyaround, I’m alone there, on top of the tower and surrounded by wildtrees.The wind is strong and it pulls up my skirt, I’m aware that my skin isgetting more sensitive, the wind feels like caresses in the inside of mytights, playing with the drops of sweat that are running down under myclothes.I give another look around, there’s still nobody, I spot an inspiringplace, a terraced area, with bushes and trees covering the back and witha splendid view on the sea.Trilled I find my way between the stones and trees to reach a small openarea, I took another look around to assess the risk and then I takeaway my shirt, I’m not wearing a bra so my breasts are free, caressed bythe wind and kissed by the sun.I enjoy the tingling sensation on my nipples, I feel brave and I wantmore so I slide down my skirt and with it my panties. I’m extremelyaware of my surroundings, a mix of excitement and fear of being caught,the trill gives me goose bumps, the gusts passing between my tights aremaking me wet.I want to be able to relax a little, I want to ride the transgression without freezing myself in fear.I decide to put on the black coat I have in my bag, I usually keep itfor when it’s really windy but in this case it gives me the security ofhaving my back covered but with the ability of exposing my completelynaked body.[…continues…]
Tag: Masturbation
Mexican Village Slut [Str8] [M] [F]
This is my first fiction story. I appreciate and welcome any criticism. Hope you enjoy.
My vacation in Mexico was coming to a close. In the 5 weeks I was there I had the time of my life. Went to parties, caught up with family, ate great food. Overall an excellent experience, except one part.
Over the course of my vacation I wasn’t sexually active. No masturbation, no sex, nothing. Of course it didn’t help that I would see gorgeous women all around me at parties and clubs I’d attend. I definitely had blue balls from all of them. My last stop was in a village in the mountain side. Quiet place with a relaxing atmosphere. I arrived there and unpacked my things.
After meeting with family I decided to take a shower to get ready for bed. On my way there I ran into a woman. Short 5’2, Carmel skinned, busty young lady. Her black hair was long, reaching down towards her gorgeous plump butt. I instantly became rock hard. Maybe it was because I haven’t gotten laid or jerked off. But her face wasn’t bad looking at all. She was a full figured woman with a gorgeous face. The house I stayed at had the bathroom outside. As did hers which was right across mine. I casually walked past her and gave a smile. She smiled back and stepped into her bathroom.
Moonshine Lust and Hiccups [M/solo, donkey anthro, handjob/masturbation, hiccup fetish, intoxication, public/exhibitionism, erotica] (AmethystMare)
A donkey stumbling home after a dose of his own potent moonshine finds hiccups are strangely erotic to his throbbing hard-on…
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The river moseyed along its way through the bayou, the marsh rising, peaty and soft, though it was ripe with life, even if a different kind of life to what the majority of the country cherished. There were still plenty of folk about there to enjoy it though, relaxing in the peaceful solitude, no one any more so than a particular donkey who went by James, always with a smile on his lips and bray of a greeting to say “hello” to anyone passing through, whether they wanted to see him or not.
His ears were long and a little rough around the edges, though there was a lot to be had in the donkey, his brown fur tapering through to grey shades. Everyone knew that James was a little on the slow side, if they were putting it politely, but there was not a gal in the little town that didn’t know of the monster that hung between his lungs.
I [18f] had phone sex with an older married man [M] [Str8] [mast] [Mdom]
Just a quick backstory before I dive into the sexy bits. I was raised in a very conservative strict Christian house and wasn’t even allowed my own phone until I turned 18 and moved out this year, so my experience with pretty much anything sexual had been almost non existent till this year.
The first thing I did once I had my own phone and freedom was make some social media accounts to meet new people and no matter what app I was using I would always end up getting a message from an older man who was interested in me.
At first it felt a little creepy since the messages were almost always dirty, but I kept going back to reread them over and over and felt myself starting to get turned on from all the attention and reading about all the dirty and horrible things these men wanted to do to me.
After a few weeks of exploring myself and starting to discover what kinks and fetishes are I got the courage to make a reddit account and start posting about some of the sexy experiences I’ve had. I’ve started to get even naughtier messages because of those posts and finally got the courage to start responding to some of them.
I [18f] decided to sunbathe without my top and played with myself while my stepbrothers friend [29M] watched me [str8] [exh] [voy] [mast]
There’s been a few things escalating in my sex life (I’ll post those stories sometime soon if anyone is interested) The story I’m about to share is a bit long and happened this morning but my heart feels like it’s still beating out of my chest.
The sun has been out the last few days which has been a rare occurrence lately so it felt like the perfect weather to sunbathe this morning.
I put on a bikini grabbed a towel and some sun tanning lotion then headed outside to relax in the nice weather. As I walked to the backyard I noticed my stepbrothers friend Gabriel was still here and must’ve stayed over after getting drunk last night. He was sitting at the counter in the kitchen facing the window with a great view of my tanning spot, I almost chickend out in fear that he would look up and berate me for how small my bikini was as he did with most of my clothes (of course I had chosen a more skimpy one since nobody wants bad tan lines) but honestly the thought of him talking down to me while I’m almost naked really does turn me on….
[F] [mast] First time posting, hope to dear god not breaking any rules. It’s entirely fictional and meant for simple fun and joy, no disrespect intended
I’m in my online class and there’s just one student. He’s nearly 18, and I every time I interact with him, I can’t help but imagine what a wonderful man he will grow up to be. He’s handsome even now, and really smart and intelligent. He would come wearing shorts to my class, n I could make out the shape of his ass. Quite spankable, I always thought with a laugh. I would wonder once or twice if his dick filled his shorts well or not. Then one time I had a dream about him, and while I don’t remember what the dream was about, I did wake up aroused…
I’m in the class, and it’s him. I can’t see him but he can see me. It’s almost like being blind folded. He has his mic switched off too. It’s almost like being alone, but u know u are being observed. I wonder if he’s really observing me, and I wonder if he would know…
Our first attempt at becoming swingers didn’t go the way we had planned. [Group]
We thought we were going to be swingers. We thought wrong.
(Note, I originally posted this in TIFU but we be mods removed it. So, it was suggested that I post it here.)
Life is about new experiences, right?
So, here it goes. And I’m going to be candid: My wife and I have been talking a lot lately about being open to some sexual exploration with another couple. We wanted to do it for all the “right” reasons – not because we feel things lacking in our sex life, but because we wanted to have new experiences together and keep things fresh and fun. We are sex-positive people, upwardly progressive and open minded, and we felt like this would be one more adventure to add to our list. Plus, my wife has always had fantasies about group sex and being with another woman, so this seemed like a good way to explore some new parts of ourselves and have some fun in the process.
To feel like a slut [MMF+F] [Voy] [DP] [Mast]
*This is a departure from my normal style, a purely fictional story for your reading pleasure. I do hope you enjoy it, and as always feel free to comment letting me know what you think.*
You start to dance with me in the crowded club, at first manoeuvring in front, between my friend and me. She gives me a glance to see if I want her to intervene, but you’re cute so I let her know with a quick smile that it is ok, I’ll give you a chance. You’re a good dancer so we continue like this, not touching for a while before you make your move and close in putting your arms around my waist. I put mine around your neck and pull you in close against me, I can feel you’re already getting hard as it presses into my stomach. You’re lucky, I haven’t been with anyone for a while and had decided before I got to the club that I wasn’t leaving alone. Talk about right place, right time. We make out on the dance floor for a while, your hands holding my ass, mine around your neck stroking the back of your short, cropped hair. I grind myself against your hardness making it clear I can feel you and that it is welcome.
My platoon leader[M] makes me[F] feel like a slut…and I love him.
Skip the first 3 paragraphs to get straight to the story! Fair warning, this is a juicy masturbation story, no sex this time.
Avery here again! I’m feeling like getting back to writing, and continuing my story with Matt. I’ve decided to just write stories I’m in the mood to tell, vs trying to stay in order. I will let you know if one story relates back to others in this ever growing series! As always, negativity isn’t appreciated, but constructive feedback on my writing or just appreciation is always welcome! I’m by no means a professional writer but I hope to give you something worth reading!
A little about me to remind you…I’m 22, fairly athletic/petite, olive tanned skin, with long brown hair, and a proud member of the ittybittytittiecommitte….32B, with small, perky brown nipples, and yes, I shave everywhere (;
Matt is my tall, muscular, G.I. Sex God….really like 6’1 tan hunk who spends enough time in the gym to look fit but isn’t absurdly jacked. 6-7 inches (don’t quote me, I’m not a dick measurer and if you think size is your defining characteristic, then have fun with that, most girls don’t care as much as you do). He keeps things neat downstairs, and cleans up when i want to be especially naughty ;)
Jojos Story Ch2
Public, exhibition, masturbation,
Continues from chapter 1. Go give it a read.
During the week I received messages from Jojo, clearly excited that I was going to spend time with her over the weekend. I had to plan my next moves carefully. One sarong move and this could end badly, but knowing myself and knowing Jojo I hardly had reason for concern. But still..
We finally got to see each other that Saturday evening. I asked her to meet me at the same Surfside resturant that she had fun at the week before. That would have definitely explained her she behavior, walking in with her head down and clutching her handbag strap with both hands.
“Jody!”
Thats all I needed to say for her to raise her head and smile the most beautiful smile anyone could wear. Her eyes shined as she suddenly skipped towards me and wrapped her arms around me as tightly as she could. It felt so good to hold her again. She wore that black and purple striped dress that isn’t actually a dress but given her height it easily served as one. A bright silver necklace picked up her dress but it was nothing next to her eyes. Her wedged heels lifted her enough that when I bent eover to hug her back I could place my head on her shoulders. It wasn’t a hug, it was an intense embrace between two long lost lovers.