Tag: Masturbation

The lover in the wheelchair [MF] [COLLEGE] [DISABILITIES]

Original post here: [https://www.reddit.com/user/ladystoryteller/comments/iwukry/the_lover_in_the_wheelchair/](https://www.reddit.com/user/ladystoryteller/comments/iwukry/the_lover_in_the_wheelchair/)

>Writer’s note: Personally touched to be asked to write this story recognizing people with disabilities. Requested to be a romance story that doesn’t ignore sexuality among people living with cerebral palsy and multiple sclerosis. Inspired by a true life couple…hope you take a read and enjoy!

Jonathan returned to his second semester of college. He had done well in all his classes at the start of the school year and was glad to return to classes. He wasn’t your typical freshman at a large university. He was incredibly hard working, naturally inquisitive, and enjoyed learning. He also happened to be living with multiple sclerosis since he was 16 and had been using a motorized wheelchair during his senior year of high school.

Other than that, he had all the natural thoughts and desires as other young men his age. His two best friends from high school, Ben and Marcus, were also enrolled in the same university, albeit different majors. Jonathan did feel that he was drifting further apart from them, because now they were invited to parties and he was not. Read more »

That time a masseuse [F] asked me [M] for more (Part 1)

With quarantine driving me insane, I figured now is a good time to share this story as any. This is a series of events that, while not inherently linked together, all happened within the space of about 2-3 months.

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Obviously this is a burner account so no place names, and all the names of people have been changed. It’s gonna be a X-parter, if people are into it, so I’ll try to get to the point as quick as I can.

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As I say that, here’s the last of the disclaimers: these are true stories. Any embelishments are included to make the story flow better (and to hide it from being so true-to-life that the people involved might recognize it. Some of them are frequent reddit :P)

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Ok here goes.

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Part 1: Massage blues

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Years back, I moved cities to pursue a new job. While I had some friends in the city I moved to, the nature of the job forced me to be a bit more isolated than what I used to. Sales will do that to you, especially when you have to do cold calls and in-person presentations. It’s a grind. Read more »

[MF] His Night to Choose, But She Likes it Rough [oral, anal, light BDSM]

This is my first piece of erotic fiction… please be nice. Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading! I hope you like it. (:

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“You said you’d behave,” he growled, eyes fixed on me with hunger. “Promised, even.” I kicked my legs out again, trying to squirm away. My hands, tied to the bedpost behind me, kept me from getting too far. “Now, now.. What am I to do, now that you’ve broken your promise?” It was a game we played. He pretends to be forceful, I pretend to fight it. Tying me up was the only way to prevent a full on mutiny.

But, we’d agreed beforehand: it was his night to choose how we play. Whatever he wanted, was what we would do. That simple. But still, I couldn’t resist… I was just as turned on by him having his way with me as he was by telling me what I could and could not do. Read more »

Futa Cum Industries (prequel) [M, Futa] [Femdom]

(3 years before we meet Jag at Phoenix.)

“First dollar,” asked the well dressed young man sitting across the fashionable and darkly stained desk from Jag. His name was Qwan and he had gestured to a spot behind Jag. Jag didn’t need the years of experience to discern the intern across from him —who was interviewing for a full time position— was likely drenching his own arm pits.

Jag swiveled his comfy throne-like chair to gaze at the framed display on the glass shelf behind him. He didn’t turn around to speak to Qwan, giving the intern a long unobserved moment to collect himself and slow his heart rate.

“Yes it is, I know right? Dirty worthless paper money and all. This dollar meant a new life for me though, meant I could earn a living instead of taking one. Could finally be a fucking human being. That’s why you’re here, right Mister Gaspard?

He figured he’d given him enough time and swiveled back, “Too earn a living?” Read more »

Mrs. Riley’s room for rent [MF] [MILF]

> Here’s a story I wrote for another Redditor based on input on a story: [https://www.reddit.com/user/ladystoryteller/comments/iuahs5/mrs_rileys_room_for_rent/](https://www.reddit.com/user/ladystoryteller/comments/iuahs5/mrs_rileys_room_for_rent/)

Jean Riley worked late nights. It was the standard routine as a single mom. Her children, Claire and Peter, waited patiently into the evening for her to come home. It wouldn’t be this way, except for the fact that her husband left her and the kids suddenly…just disappeared into thin air one random day.

Guilt-ridden, Jean has not done much to improve her family situation nor her own personal life. Work was her only way to justify her existence, earning enough money to provide her two children with what they need in life. Despite her commitment, she was still falling behind with expenses. Those private school tuition bills, the fancy toys, and everything else demanded by growing teenagers. How did Jean Riley, a previously happy woman, become a 45yo with no prospects or future?

When Jean finally got home at 9PM, she found Peter already asleep on the couch and Claire washing the dishes from a dinner she made for the two of them. Jean was disappointed in herself for yet again letting the kids parent themselves. Read more »

Don’t be Afraid to Ask [MF][anal play][toys][oral]

*Everyone is over 18, the guy is the one taking the toys.*

I had not been feeling well lately, with school and the state of things being what they are. I had been locked in my office for weeks trying to stay on top of responsibilities and had not been a part of the household save for the odd half day of burnout. Fortunately, my fiancée didn’t hold that against me.

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On this night, she invited me to shower, once my classes were done in the evening, saying she needed one and thought I could use the break and despite the press of schoolwork I agree because I’m stressed, not crazy. We washed and talked and as we neared the end, she looked at me and asked if I think she needed to shave everything. We both like her to be smooth but the answer is still of course not. We kissed and she hinted at wanting to do something other than finish her self-pampering in the hot water. I had been thinking the same thing, caught between feeling like the weight of my work is keeping me from reciprocating properly but needing a release from the confines of my emotion. She had been thinking bedroom, but I gave in to me base desires and tell her no, right here. Her small complaint about the noise carrying outside the bathroom is quelled when I tell her she will be quiet with a mouthful of cock. Read more »

Woodhaven school girls part 4 (lesbian, teacher and students)

Part 4

Just before class ended for the day, Tiffany announced “Deanna Wilson, I would request that you stay behind after class.”

Deanna Wilson gazed back with a look of lust and purred, “I’d love to stay behind with you Ms. Jones.”

She saw the big smiles among all the class, each of them knowing that they’d all get a go with her after class.

Tiffany let her gaze linger, Deanna was a sexy 18 year old with blue eyes, honey blonde hair, perky 34C boobs and stiff nipples, a sexy curvy waist, a curvy heart shaped ass, and she was one of the ones that favored the totally bald pussy style. Tiffany’s mouth watered as she looked forward to getting her mouth down there.

When they were alone, Deanna had something else in mind, and she said, “Today, I’d like to change up what I think might be a usual routine.”

Deanna stripped Tiffany, then herself, she took to Tiffany’s chair, brought her legs up, spread her thighs and in an ordering voice, said, “Teacher, get your mouth down there and lick my cunt!” Read more »

Becoming a sex doll [FM] [FF] [bondage] [brainwashing] [prisoners]

My body is not my own. Wake up, they command me, and my body wakes, but does nothing more, awaits further instruction.

My mind, me! I watch the world as if through a window.

They command: get dressed, stretch, jog, exercise, strip, shower. My body does these things, I have no say in the matter, opinion long since driven from me, agency a vestige from a different life.

I chose this, long ago. I, of my own volition, chose the Special Prison Unit. I knew full well what I was signing up for, I thought. I wanted the freedom it could grant me. I knew I was lucky to even have the opportunity, to have met their physical requirements. I thought I was ok with the cost.

I wash the sweat off me. They want us fit, toned. They keep us healthy, build our stamina. It’s not strength they’re after, or even our ability to take punishment. That plays into it, but they’d punish us even if we couldn’t take it.

No, it’s beauty they’re after. Read more »

[MF] Losing control with a one night stand

This is another story from the before times. From the age of having risky sex with strangers without much thought. Normally the women I met for casual sex would end up hanging around for a while until one of us lost interest. This was the first time I ever had a one night stand, and in a city I was only visiting no less. I got to work immediately, looking for tinder matches in the local area and after 2-3 dead ends I had a bite.

Jen was a very cute, kinda chubby girl of southeast asian descent (I want to say Vietnamese but I didn’t really ask). She had that sort of lighter caramel skin tone, black semi-wavy hair and well-shaped lips. We talked over the course of the week, ironing out the details at first. According to her, she was in a long distance open relationship and she had one rule with her boyfriend that she absolutely would not break: always use condoms with outside people. I was totally fine with this, it would be dumb (even by my standards) to go bareback in this situation. Read more »

I [M] had office sex, and it was my first time since my penile fracture.

Yesterday I experienced one of my wildest fantasies: random, animalistic sex in the office. And what makes it even more unbelievable to me is the roaler coaster ride of a year I went through.

I was never a one-night-stand guy. I had couple of relationships, each lasted at least a year. My sex life was nothing special really.

Last year, I broke up with my long-term girlfriend and I was in genuine pain. I was thinking of marrying her at some point but things didn’t work out for us. To deal with the emotional pain, I started using Tinder for the first time in my life. Got couple of matches, texted with some girls and finally I arranged a date. We met at the local park, had a little chat with some beer. I was talking to her but in my mind I still felt guilty, because of my ex girlfriend, it felt like I was about to cheat her despite the fact that we weren’t talking for 3 months.

Beer relaxed me a bit, I was playful, she was too. She sent me all kinds of signals to carry this date to my house, which was nearby. I finally asked her if she wanted to come to my house for a bottle of wine. She accepted. Read more »