The Princess fucks herself to sleep [FF] [Masturbation]

The birthday celebrations were long and widespread. Even those who had reason to question the decisions of the King and Queen took the opportunity to drink and dance in the street parties, after all Princess Helena was much loved for her compassion. She was young, beautiful and the image of innocence. Helena’s birthdays were always a celebrated affair in the kingdom, but this year was especially important as she was turning 20. Traditionally meaning that she would begin courting this year, though the rules have relaxed a little over the years.

Helena sat at the top table in the dining hall, enjoying the festivities dressed in a simple grey peplos, a light, loose fitting gown. Various Lords and Ladies approached the table to give her their congratulations, Helena graciously thanking them one by one. She always enjoyed having a fuss made for her for her birthday, she felt she has no reason to feel guilty for this mild vanity as the citizens of the land tended to do well out of the festivities — and have fun in the process. As the night drew to a close, Helenas maid, Ophelia, approached to help the slightly tipsy Princess to the bed chamber.

Solving Problems I was Walking In To Pt 4 (FF)

Pt 4

I have to say I am getting more than a little nervous. Two days ago I fucked my wife, Amy, in front of a camera, with Lily and Sally as cameramen, or women, whatever, Sally having the backup role of fluffer. Today, I am filming, with Lily’s husband as a second cameraman, Amy and Lily fucking, a full on lesbian action scene. What the fuck am I doing?

Two nights ago, the evening after we did our scene, Amy confessed she was, for the first time ever, letting her inner slut go. I’ll say, she’s wearing me out, or rather, I better go and get some Viagra if this keeps up. Remembering the events of the day, she was again seriously wet and I better get in to make her cum. Fortunately, my tongue worked better than my dick then and a quick, thorough, tongue lashing was what she needed to get some sleep. During the night, I woke with her sucking on my dick, a pleasant experience at the worst of times, but right then, fucking brilliant. Better than ever, in fact. She learned a new technique the day before and was using it on me. Unbelievable, as I came deeply into her throat. In the morning, she told me that was for her, so sexy, so pleasing she could do that to me and looked forward to many more years of doing it.

Confession 2 : A Cello Fantasy [19f] [Masturbation] [Public]

I write short stories to practice my writing for a longer project. I really appreciate comments, suggestions and corrections. Thank you for reading!

# ~~~ A Cello Fantasy ~~~

Dear journal,

You know my deepest desires and secrets, but what I am about to tell you will undoubtedly surprise you. I am even surprised at myself for being so daring in satisfying my sexual appetites.

I have spent the better part of the day reading and studying old poems. You know as well as me that I cannot live without them. Poetry is my refuge, a sacred space to elope the pedestrian reality of my life. My mom could never lose an opportunity to serve me one of her famous admonitions against the “peril of reading”. By that, she meant books could prevent me from living a full life, which for her meant appearing well adjusted in society.

She decided that we were to go out tonight, just the two of us, to a concert at the philharmonic hall. I cannot say I am particularly fond of either classical music or concerts in general, but my mom loved to dress up like she was some kind of aristocratic dame and greet acquaintances as long-time friends.

[MF] [LONG] How I(28M) got back with my fiancé (27F)

Skip to ***** for the sexy bits.

This happened last year. A little background. I had found out that my (ex-ex?) fiancé Bree had been asked out by another guy, Jason, around the same time I had asked her out. She chose Jason. I felt like I was just her consolation prize so I just ended things with her. She begged me to stay, but I said we needed space.

I spent a few weeks throwing a pity party for myself. I still went to work, went through the motions, but I had started crashing at a friend’s house. I saw another poster on r/relationship_advice with a scenario similar to mine, but the poster was the woman in this case. She essentially stalked and harassed her fiancé while Bree left me alone. I then spent several hours just going through all our photos and videos while listening to our relationship anthem, [Let Her Go]( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBumgq5yVrA) (ironic), all the while crying my eyes out and calling myself a loser for letting her go.

Mutual Masturbation [MF]

It was a Saturday night. Kids were gaming in thier rooms, lost in the online world. Most important fact is that they wear headphones. Good ones that block out the sound.

My wife and I were binge watching something on netflix when she announced she was going for a shower before the next episode.

I killed some time and she came back down with a loose fitting longer top that covered her bottom but I could tell by the way her shirt was clinging she didn’t have a bra on.

We quickly chat about the show and she snuggles back under her blanket and we restart. A few minutes in I hear this faint buzzing sound. Only it’s faint enough that I don’t realize I hear it for a few minutes. I ask my wife (A) if she hears it and her answer was a little flighty and she says oh it’s probably the kids in thier rooms and it stops.

Few minutes go by and I hear it again and suggest that maybe the speaker is going on the tv. A suggests I check the tv and as I get up to the tv it stops again.

A [f]irst [college][teen][friends][masturbation]

At the corner of Valencia St. and 17th St., between the ice cream shop and the bookstore, a need to push a line, to experience more, seized me. A happy crowd of people shopping the windows filled the street, making their way here and there. And Amanda and I were moving with that crowd when a storefront called out, so I grabbed my best friend by the arm and pulled her into it. It was an adult store. In the corner the shop attendant, who must have been no older than twenty-five, laid down a box and glanced our way. Our eyes met. I froze. But Amanda smiled and politely nodded and soon the attendant responded in the same way. “Let me know if you need any help,” she said. She continued her task, and we ours. We had never been to a sex shop before, but before long curiosity with her well worn boots and sharp eyes knocked any discomfort aside.

I 35 [m] masturbated with my friend 29[f] Pt. 2

So after the mutual masturbation session it kind of opened the flood gates with her. We talked later that night about how hot it was and how we should do it again sometime.

She ended up coming over again a few days later to smoke a bowl and have a few beers. It was just a weekday after work and she came over wearing some yoga pants and slim fitting t shirt. No bra so I could see her big nipples poking through the shirt.

I thought it might feel a little different between us since I had just cum all over her pussy and watched her get off with it and it was. The previous events were on both of our minds and I think we were ready to take it to the next level.

So we get to smoking and drinking and listening to music. We start talking about the other night and I tell her I have to do that again. She agreed that we should and confessed she was wet just thinking about it.

[FFFFFMMMMMFF] Group Masturbation for World Peace

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Trauma or Pleasure ? I just don’t know anymore.

Trauma or Pleasure? I just don’t know anymore.

Perhaps I can use this platform as a way to finally move forward and tell my story while servicing the sexual indulgence of others. I’ve seen what’s offered online, I’m fully aware of every fantasy man and woman may be in tuned to. There are things I’ve seen, things I’ve done, and things I’ve been subjected to. A particular sexual and traumatic experience has left me searching for similar situations such as the one I encountered on July 11, 1990. I suppose it had opened something inside me that was never meant to be opened. I’ll always remember this day; it was then that I learned so much in so little time. This was a time before the internet, a time where children such as I were lucky to find Dad’s Playboy magazine hiding somewhere. Now; today a teenager is privilege to any dark and twisted fantasy he or she can think of, as easy as a click of a button. In 1990, I didn’t ask for this, but none the less it had befallen me.

Confession 1 : My Secret Garden [f] [Masturbation] [Public]

I am currently working on an erotic novel, but I realized I needed more practice in writing about pleasure and sex. So, I decided to write short minimalist vignettes inspired by some memories and poetic fantasies. Comments, corrections, and suggestions are most welcome.

Please note, English is not my first language, so be kind.

All characters are 18+.

Layli ❤

# ~~~ My Secret Garden ~~~

Dear journal,

The last few days have been draining; between the preparations for my sister’s wedding, taking care of the extended family who flocked to our small apartment from all over the country, and preparing for my English and literature exam, I have had no time for myself. Home felt like a war zone invaded by barbarians, who despite being “of kin”, did not share my appreciation for privacy and tasteful discussion. My aunts’ only interest, so it seemed, was in the young guys of the village, none of whom I had ever met, but they were nonetheless adamant that sooner rather than later I were to wed one of them.

“I’m just gonna go study outside, it’s too noisy here”, I told my mom and left before she could force me into another task.