Tag: Masturbation

(LONG) He 21[M] gave me a car ride, I 21[F] gave him a different kind of ride: the day my best friend became my boyfriend.

*Hi! This is my first post here, and it’s kind of (well, actually, no: it’s **very**) long. I don’t remember all the exact details, and obviously I don’t remember every word of our conversation. I’m just paraphrasing from my rough memory, and embellishing them somewhat to make them more entertaining to read. The story itself, however, is real. There’s a lot of backstory included, so skip to the part after the line to get to the juicy parts. This happened a few years ago.*

I’ve known J since high school. We were in the same big friend group, but were never close personally. It was one of those friendships where it was fun to be with each other inside a larger group, but would never really hangout with just us two alone. As the teen years passed away though, and age ran its course, the group slowly crumbled by the time high school ended. Some friends moved out to pursue university in bigger cities, and the rest, we simply grew apart from. It was a bit sad, but such is life. Read more »

Airport Pickup (MF, cheating, oral, public)

I was only supposed to pick her up from the airport and bring her home. My wife had asked me to do it since she had gotten sick the night before. Her friend, Olivia, or Oli for short, was returning from a business trip. I waited at the airport waiting lot for about 30 minutes before I got the call that she was outside the terminal for pickup.

As I pulled up to the curb I saw Oli. She is about 5 ft 8 inches tall, slender body with huge tits that were very well pronounced in the green floral sundress she was wearing matched well with her vibrant red hair and clear green eyes. Obviously having never told my wife this, I had jacked off to her more than once. Oli threw her bags into the backseat and sat in the passenger seat. We greeted each other and I drove off, we lived in the same neighborhood and it was about an hour from the airport.

We made small talk, asking her about her trip and how the flight was. She asked me how my wife was feeling and how my work was doing. It didn’t take long until we had run out of things to talk about. We just sat in the car listening to the radio. Read more »

My Childhood Friend [Female POV/Wholesome]

It all started back in middle school. I met Yuri in the 7th grade. We were paired for a year in our science class, and we’ve been friends ever since. We’ve both seen each other grow. He’s pretty much stayed the same though, the same computer nerd who’s always enthusiastic about the things he enjoys and what others enjoy. He’s just a really sweet guy. Me on the other hand, I used to be a shy and awkward girl. I stood out but didn’t. I was friendly with a lot of people, but I didn’t consider them friends. I shared a lot of interests with Yuri though. I love prog metal, he loves prog metal. I practice daily with my kendama, he does the same with his yoyo. I love video games, he’s made several. I have weird pets, and whenever he’s over, they’d rather cling to him than me. I even remember how we’d always make ugly faces when texting each other. At the time, I didn’t really consider myself all that pretty, so I was surprised when Yuri called me cute despite the ugly face I just sent him. Read more »

I [23M] invite a [18F] Cockney Sparrow round for some fun

There was a time when I was innocent, that was 20 years ago and this story harks back to “only” 10 years ago. I was familiar with the online world having frequented various (innocent) chat rooms since I became a teen spanning from the first foray into talking with people I could never have hoped to have known in real life up til this point where online hookups were commonplace but still pre-Whisk(other dating apps are available.)

It was my last year in university and I had just finished the last of my exams, the house was still contracted to us for another week but my housemates, both male, had already moved out. Bored and not wanting to waste my last week I decided to see what the chat rooms held. Booting up my laptop I went to the last place I remember having multi-age group chats and found a small somewhat quiet chat, probably less than 10 people and obviously the site was dying away to the variety of app based chats available. Read more »

Was this a threesome? [Group] [MMM]

When thinking about writing about this event, I became a little unsure if I should share it. I’ve never discussed my bisexuality in public before, and I’m old enough to remember the stigma that being gay has meant for so many men of my generation and before. Even now I want to preface this with “But I prefer women…” as if that’s anyone’s business. Anyway, this is a story from an experimental period I went through a few years ago. It’s purely guy-on-guy-on-guy. Enjoy.

I answered an ad on doublelist from a guy that wanted to watch another man masturbate. I figured why not? Having an audience is fun. He replied quickly, starting the typical dialogue for these types of things. His place was on my way to work, and I could spare the time that morning, so I agreed to stop by. There wasn’t really a promise of anything more than me stroking for him, but I was ok with that. Masturbation is fun!  Read more »

Number Eleven [F Masturbation, Fantasies]

That thought faded though…faded against slightly less selfish thoughts of Matt…faded to the ecstasy of number eleven…and the joy of erotic possibilities.

That is what Kelly was focused on. The only useful thought in her head was that she didn’t currently have enough hands.

This was a rare session for Kelly though. Not rare that she was masturbating in the middle of her living room floor at 5:36pm; literally 2 minutes after getting home, an agonizing 2 minutes to be completely free of her business attire and every piece of attire underneath. No, she was quite comfortable touching and exploring herself. It was rare that she initially only cared about how the touching felt.

She didn’t start, as she normally did, by imagining anyone else. The only person in her head was herself. Her only focus was how nice her breast felt smashed against her arm and being teased by her left hand, which has since given up on which breast to focus on; and her finger progressively reaching just a little bit deeper inside herself with each gyration. It was all for her. Holding herself at that edge for as long as she could, until she didn’t want to hold herself there any longer and just let herself tip over the edge. Read more »

My cousin[f] and me[M] enjoy some alone time during Christmas [inc]

It was Christmas and my family was all together having a few drinks and telling stories. It was pretty standard, but last year was quite different. Too different…

Ever since i was young I had a fetish for everything nylon. Whether we are talking about stockings, fishnets, pantyhose, tights, bodysuits, or even leggings it doesnt matter, I simply can’t take my eyes off a beautiful woman in nylon. With that being said I was placed in a position where my love for the fabric got me in a strange situation…with my cousin.

I’m not blind to the fact that my cousin, Kira, is a beautiful woman. She was 22 years old and I was 27 at the time. She was petite with long skinny legs that had been toned up by her excessive use of heels. She is Hispanic with gorgeous tanned skin, long brown hair, and a face that could melt your heart with a smile. She is awesome… Read more »

Having Some Brie, Chapter 8 [fm] [Incest] [Brother/Sister]

[Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/idp8qw/having_some_brie_chapter_7_fm_incest_brothersister/)

Brie didn’t wake while I mopped up the strip of floor between our two beds. If we never got around to cleaning this area, pretty soon the smell of sex would permeate the rest of the apartment. I couldn’t even remember if either of us had the chance to wash away the ejaculate I’d shot onto the floor. Regardless, I was getting to it now.

My sister was still asleep on my bed, the covers draped over her almost naked form. Her hands unconsciously ran across the mattress where I would have been, making my heart ache. I smiled before returning to the kitchen to deposit the mop in its usual place. I ran into mom as she came out of her room.

“Good morning, Stef,” she said with a wide smile.

“Morning, mom,” I returned, scratching my head.

“You kids turned in early last night,” she noted, walking past me and starting the coffee machine. I floundered for a response. Both Brie and I were usually bit of night owls, so it was out of character.

“It was Fair Day yesterday. I guess we were worn out.” Read more »

Masturbate For Me [MF, exh, voy, mast]

I couldn’t sleep. I lay awake in bed, trying to will myself into a deep slumber, but I couldn’t manage it. It was already one in the morning, but my body wasn’t the least bit tired. I knew I should be. I knew I’d be tired the next day if I didn’t sleep soon. But I had too much energy right now. I sighed. I might as well get out of bed. Staying here wasn’t accomplishing anything. Maybe I could find something to read.

I got up, put on some boxers in case my roommate Hannah woke up, went out to the living room, and made my way to the bookshelf. I grabbed a graphic novel off the shelf and sat down with it, the lights on low, letting my brain relax as I read about haunted hotels and amusingly incompetent demons. And yet, my body remained alert. Always when you didn’t want it… Read more »

The Nightly News Anchor Becomes Julia’s Daddy [MF] [Cons] [Older Man/Younger Woman] [Cheating] [At Work] [Dirty Talk] [Creampie] [Oral] [MDom]

At the end of her first week at her new job, Julia brought in a few personal items to decorate her desk. A few vacation pictures, postcards, and a couple of plants to brighten up her desk. She was settling in to her first professional job out of college as a Marketing Assistant for the regional TV network. The corporate side of the office where she sat was boring – cubicles and filing cabinets in a neat row. But she got a thrill every time she walked past the newsroom. Scrolling news tickers, cameras and lights, journalists breaking stories around the clock, and the set for the nightly news broadcast made the newsroom floor pulse with life.

Blair Melville had been the nightly news anchor for as long as Julia could remember. His handsome face greeted families for the six o’clock news every weekday across the region. She, and every other family in the city, had watched him grow over his career from a fresh-faced young journalist with rosy cheeks and flowing dark brown hair to the striking, seasoned journalist he is now, with cropped silvery hair, always clean-shaven face, but still the same rosy cheeks and captivating green eyes. Most families spent their dinner times with him on in the background, breaking that day’s stories from around the world. He fit the bill of a news anchor perfectly – broad shoulders that filled his cut suits, a bellowing and authoritative voice, and a quick wit on and off the air. Julia was slightly embarrassed that he had been her first crush as a girl, and she wondered how many of her friends -and friends’ moms- had felt the same way. Read more »