Tag: Masturbation

Our new maid (FM) (pics)

You are let in by my wife with a long trench coat on which was strange enough and you didn’t look like any of the maids or cleaners that we have had previously. For one you are about 30 years younger than every other one we have had up until this point, Two you are stunning with a full face of makeup on, so much so that I give my wife a look with a raised eyebrow, to which she replies with a smirk and a shrug of her shoulders. I know that something is up but I try to play it cool until I can know more.

Then you dropped your trench coat off onto our coat stand and I see what you are wearing or more what you are not wearing. Your tiny little costume is certainly not normal cleaning attire but you strangely walk into the closet to pick up the cleaning products and chat quietly with my wife. You giggle and conspire as I admire your gorgeous body from afar. Your outfit of a bra that barely covers your tasty tiny tits and a skirt that shows off your amazing alabaster white ass every time you turn or bend over.  Read more »

Meeting Pastimes [Solo-female] [Masturbation] [Exh-sorta]

I logged onto my work account to view my calendar. Meetings all day. Fuck me.

At **9:45am,** I have a meeting to discuss some time saving strategies that, quote “would allow a massive 13% improvement in our automation library” un-quote. Yawn. This is an Engineering issue, not mine. Regardless, my name is there, I have to attend.

At **12:00am**, I have meeting to discuss how well the company has been handling the pandemic and how’s the mental health of everyone. TL; DR, it’ll be like the last 7 where we’ll discuss money saving opportunities (Which will then go to all of our sub-contractors) and then in the last 5 minutes we’ll decide to send everyone a care package of soaps for doing such a good job.

And it’s not over. During **my company mandated and approved lunch**, I have 3 presentations to discuss the colour blue. Blue!

During the afternoon at **2:30pm-6pm** (!!!), I have a meeting to discuss our company’s logo with no less than 3 agencies who have been sub-contracted. Christ. This has been in the back-burner for 2 months now, and these agencies are loving the free money we have been throwing them. Word is that they are deliberately underperforming because of all the money we’ve been throwing them. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 8 — Sealing the Deal (fg, mast, rom)

**Chapter 8 — Sealing the Deal**

At home we put our swimwear in the laundry, then sit down for dinner. Afterwards, Mom and Dad plop down on the couch to watch a movie on TV. Bo and I say our goodnights and retreat upstairs.

“I’m gonna be on my computer,” I tell Bo when we get to my room.

“Are you really?” Bo asks, sounding a little crestfallen.

“Why, what do *you* wanna do?” I ask her, grinning.

“Um. I think you know,” she says meekly.

I shrug. “Clueless.”

“Can we, um, cuddle?” Bo asks awkwardly.

“Your bed or mine?”

“Yaaaay!” she exclaims, beaming. “Mine.”

“Okay.” I grin. “Gonna be right over. Let me change into my pyjamas.”

“Oh, right. See you in a minute!”

She goes into her room, leaving the door ajar. I change into my pyjamas while Bo does the same. I can hear the fluffing of her blanket as she crawls into bed. “Come on over,” she calls. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 6 — “Falling into Grace” (Part 1, fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 6 —** ***Falling into Grace*** **(Part 1)**

I can’t tell where I’m at with Bo. When we see each other after school on Monday, things seem back to normal. We talk about school at lunch, then watch TV side by side on the couch, giggling and commenting on whatever Stephanie Tanner, SpongeBob and Tim Taylor are up to.

Around Bo’s bedtime, we go our separate ways. I want to snuggle with her so badly that it makes me ache inside, but at the same time I don’t want to force the issue. I feel as though she rebuked me last night, though at the same time I realize how silly and unfair that is. Even if Bo fibbed about being tired, she doesn’t owe me anything. She’s just my little sister, three years my junior at age eleven. Anyhow, Dad is right — sisters aren’t supposed to kiss each other like that.

At the same time, I’m saddened by the possibility that our kissing and cuddling might be over for good. Thinking about it gives me a lump in my throat. It felt so lovely, Bo lying next to me or nestled in my arms, the two of us sharing affection. With a heavy heart, I make a wish that my crush for her will pass eventually. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 5 — Getting Wet (fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 5 — Getting Wet**

I wake up when I feel Bo climbing into my bed. “Hey,” I say, a little groggy. Shuffling over a bit to make room, I turn onto my side to face her.

“Hey,” she replies. She’s lifted up the blanket and is now tucking herself in beside me. Rolling onto her side as well, she shines a smile in my direction.

“Back in your pyjamas?” I ask.

“Yeah. Why wear anything but your most comfy clothes on a Sunday morning?” she replies.

“You have a point,” I concede, pausing. “Why are we talking so quietly?”

“I don’t know,” she says, *still* talking quietly. We giggle.

Bo has a small towel wrapped around her hair. She’s emanating a warm glow and a mesmerizing scent of shampoo and soap.

“You look like a newly minted penny,” I tell her.

“Thanks,” she replies, beaming like one. She snuggles up closer until her face is just an inch from mine. I feel her hand touching my arm. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 4 — Taking a Bath (fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 4 — Taking a Bath**

A soft peck on the lips wakes me up. “Took to this quick, didn’t you?” I mumble. Bo giggles.

I open my eyes to see her smiling at me. We’re lying side by side. Bo moves closer so she can kiss me again. I purse my lips, waiting for her. When our lips meet, we both make smacking sounds, then laugh.

“This is nice,” Bo says.

We exchange a few mutual pecks. Unlike what I’ve seen in movies, Bo doesn’t kiss me at an angle to avoid our noses crashing into each other; she simply presses her nose to mine. I absolutely love how innocent it feels.

After a while, I open my eyes. “Don’t move,” I tell her. Bo’s eyes widen in anticipation.

I press my mouth to hers, but instead of smacking my lips I let them linger in place, nibbling ever so slightly on her upper lip. I don’t dare go any further and soon pull away.

“That felt really weird,” Bo says. After a few seconds, she adds, “But really cool, too.” Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 3 — Sleepovers (fg, mast, panties, nosex)

**Chapter 3 — Sleepovers**

I take my backpack off, turn the stereo on and flop down on my bed. I’m the first one home today. History class was canceled because Mrs. Sauer is sick, so I got out at twelve and caught the train five minutes later. Mom and Dad are working, and Bo won’t be home from school till one.

Which means I can blast the music as loud as I like. I’ve got one of Dad’s CDs in my cheap stereo, *tusk* by Fleetwood Mac. We listened to it in the car on our first family vacation to Italy when I was seven, and it’s been one of my favourites ever since.

I hit play on the remote and turn up the volume. Closing my eyes, I let the music spill across me. “Over & Over” builds and swells and engulfs me in its vast waves of eerie guitars and hypnotic background vocals. It’s music from another world.

As the song fades, I realize I’m not the only one at home. Annoyed meows are coming from somewhere nearby. I stop the music and quickly manage to trace their source. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 2 — School (f, mast)

**Chapter 2 — School**

I reach over and turn off the alarm. Six in the morning. I have to leave the house around seven, walk over to the station and take the train to school. Class starts at seven thirty.

I used to have my alarm set to six-fifteen, which gave me enough time to loll around in bed for a bit before I’d have to get up, put on clothes and go downstairs for my bathroom routine. Usually I’d still have time for a mug of hot cocoa on the couch before leaving the house. Yet more often than not, lately I’ve been getting up an extra fifteen minutes early.

His tail is still tucked between my legs. I love waking up horny.

Shere Khan is a large plush tiger that lives on the side of my bed. His tail is covered with incredibly soft fur. Sometimes when I go to sleep, I pull down my pyjama pants, lie on my side and clamp my legs around his tail as I spoon him — like last night, for instance. Read more »

Bo and Me, Chapter 1 — “It” (f, mast)

**Chapter 1 —** ***It***

I love the library. We go almost every Saturday — Mom, my little sister Bo and me. Even Dad tags along sometimes, but today he’s gone fishing with friends, so it’s just us girls.

The library’s almost on the other side of town, but since it’s a small town, it’s just a twenty-minute walk, most of it through the park. We cross the river twice, stopping on the bridges to look out for some fish of our own so we can tell Dad about it later. Mom’s really good at spotting them “sitting” in the stream. Sometimes it takes Bo and me half a minute or so to see them even after she’s pointed them out.

They built the library on the top two floors of an old monastery. I mean *really* old — it was built in the year 803. Last year, there was a festival celebrating its 1,200th anniversary. They had a booksale and a big cook-off, and at night they played movies on a large screen in the garden. Read more »

Film set broke her flimsy resistance

OTT platforms in India had gone increasingly sexual. There was a time when even kissing scenes were rare. Hugs were enough, kisses on the cheek or forehead – that’s it. A hot item number. And even if it was a kiss, it was more of just lips touching than anything passionate.

But now, entire platforms were based on pushing the story for the right sex scene. It was soft porn, and it had reached the level of the girl getting entirely topless more and more often. Relying on her hands to cover her nipples, or the camera being on the other side, or to have her boobs crushed against the bed, or just hoping that the man tasked with squeezing her boobs doesn’t let the nipple slip.

The stories had become unbelievably sexual. Read more »