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Whistle-blowers Chapter 3 [F] [Masturbation] [Public] [Exhibitionist] [Voyeur] [Celeb fanfic] [Julian Assange]

**Carrying a Torch for a Mighty Woman**

It was unusually clement that mid-April morning in London, & Jen Robinson – a human rights lawyer & long-standing member of the legal team defending Julian Assange & WikiLeaks – was readying herself for the day. She dressed as one would knowing that their every move made; their every word uttered, was being surveilled by a team of men, who were the equivalent of well-trained dogs, but she also did so as one that has grown accustomed to the thought of being the subject of said vigil, for as long as she had been, would do. Surveillance of anyone associated with WikiLeaks was well-known & in her case its likelihood was confirmed by an ex-NSA member, years ago.

Drinking her coffee downstairs in her flat’s lounge, Jen basked in the morning light slanting in through her terrace doors. It was a glorious day, which she laid the blame on as the cause to the bombardment of mental images she was getting of her birthplace in Australia. She was playing back memories of her father training their horses on Seven Mile Beach with the sunrise on the horizon – one of the most spellbinding places she knew. The nostalgia associated with these reminiscences was an incontrovertible, early symptom of homesickness. Read more »

Teasing Myself [F]

I ran down stairs, late as usual and struggling to get myself together. I debated if I had time for breakfast, before deciding that a shower was more important and I’d try to get something to eat on the way to school, or if i wanted to risk it and get something to eat from the dining hall. True the food there was better than the high school cafeteria, but something about school food just irked me the wrong way. I could never figure it out but it had always been that way. Grabbing a handful of miscellaneous clothes from the dryer and checking it once over to make sure there was at least one article of clothing i needed, i walked to the bathroom and shut the door. I looked in the mirror, trying to think positive thoughts to lift my day. Short, pale, redhead me stared back like every day when i did this and i sighed before pulling my shirt off and letting my small breasts free and looked at myself in the mirror again. I had gotten my nipples pierced last year thinking it would do something for my sex life but so far the only person who played with them or even saw them was myself. Read more »

Tease me through the phone [MF] [mast] [tease] [edge]

You text me one morning with specific directions on what to wear: flowy skirt, no panties, tight top with no bra, and heels. I ask why and you tell me I’ll find out later. I send you a pic when I’m ready and you smile.

Good girl, you text me back. I go to work, hoping I don’t end up with a wet spot on my skirt by the end of the day. I figure you’ll tell me to touch myself during my break but you don’t text me at all. You text me when I get home and you tell me to send you a video of me touching my nipples through my shirt. I do, moaning.

You tell me to get on skype so we can play together. I grab my computer and sit on my couch, waiting for you. When you come up, you tell me to play with my breasts again. I do, enjoying you watching me.

Arch your back, you tell me and I comply. You watch me for another minute and ask me to take off my shirt. I laugh as I do, running my hands over my breasts, lightly flicking my nipples. Read more »

SHE CAME OVER FOR ICE CREAM AND GOT SO MUCH MORE [mf] [oral] [creampie] [anal] [mast] [swallow]

Joe and Annie were walking out of yoga together. It was mid-afternoon. She was a stay at home mom with two middle schoolers. He was working from home this week due to an office renovation. Oh, and he had just received ten pints of ice cream that he’d won in a raffle.

“Will you follow me home and take a few pints? Please. I can’t have that much junk in my house,” he said as they walked to their cars.

“Sure,” Annie said. “I’ll never say no to free ice cream.”

Annie was fit and pretty. Petit. Usually, Joe went for the thick, curvy girls, but frankly, he wasn’t even trying to sleep with Annie. She was married, after all. She had a bob haircut, perky small A cup tits with constantly erect nipples, and muscular thighs. He watched her step into her SUV and shook his head.

When they got back to his house, they walked in together. She was practically skipping and giggling.

“Ice cream TIIIIME!” She shouted as they walked into his house. “Wow. This is beautiful.”

[MF, M mast, inc, Ds] Mark&Amy Chapter Two

*Thanks to everyone who commented or upvoted Chapter One! I love hearing that you guys like my work. Here’s another chapter, later than I wanted it to be but finished regardless. Enjoy!* -JC

#Chapter Two

She almost did it. It was so close. Amy was almost able to completely forget about the weirdness with her brother. But then he just had to text.

After leaving his dorm room, she’d gone back to her own and showered thoroughly. Scrubbed her skin until it was raw, replacing the warm, sticky feeling of her brother’s… emission… with the sharp stinging of exfoliation. It’s good for the skin, she’d reminded herself. Taking off the dead layers.

After that, the couple drinks in her had helped her slide into a dreamless sleep, and she’d awoken the next morning with the strange encounter far from her mind. It was a talent she’d developed over the years, putting things that were uncomfortable out of her mind. Her father’s illness and death… her mother’s mood swings, varying between indifference and spite for her offspring… the harassment of other kids through high school. Yup, Amy was a real champion of Not Thinking About Stuff. Gold medalist, really. If only there were an Olympic event. Read more »

Summer with my Niece

I have always been a bit of a social outcast I suppose. I just never really seemed to fit in with the rest of the world. As a kid I was bullied a lot for being weird, ugly, or fat, and it forced me to be even more antisocial than I already was. By the time I got to high school, I had really grown into myself physically. In fact, it seemed like the older I got, the more attractive I became. With the help of exercise, diet, and a well kept beard to mask my somewhat weak jawline, I had grown to like the way I looked. Unfortunately, the kids that I went to school with still remembered me as the weird fat kid, and it was already too late for me to learn how to properly socialize. After high school, I moved far from my hometown to go to college. I wanted to start fresh somewhere that nobody knew who I was. I made a few friends in college, and even had a few girlfriends for the first time, but one by one those relationships faded away. No matter how hard I tried, I just could not seem to be like everyone else. At first, it made me sad, not being able to fit in. But the more I got used to it, the more that sadness turned into frustration, and anger. I came to accept that I would never have the groups of friends to hang out with on a Friday night, the beautiful wife and kids, or even a consistent sex life. I hated to see all of the people that I had grown up with living their perfect, happy lives while I was stuck on the outside looking in, alone. Worst of all was my younger brother, Ryan. Ryan was always handsome, smart, funny, popular, and athletic. Everyone loved Ryan. I did too of course, but seeing how easy everything was for him made me jealous. He was the star football player in high school, dating the hottest cheerleader, voted prom king, and everyone wanted to be his best friend, while I watched from a lunch table in the corner by myself. Read more »

[MFM] Philosophy and first time sharing (long)

This will get a bit lengthy (sorry). I’ve always been very casual about sex. It’s something that feels good. Sure there is love making. An intimate sharing of each other. Then there’s sex when you both just want to cum. Then there’s FUCKING where both sides just let their inner animal go and it’s great. But I’m also a one woman man type of guy.

The first time my wife and I were together sexually was when she was 18. She had the normal amount of hook ups for a girl of her age (three guys before me) so she was a little shy and a little reticent at first. But really got into it before the weekend ended.

Over the five years we’ve been together I’ve managed to knock a lot of the social stigmas that I don’t believe in out of her head with calm rational reason. Sex is natural and fun but Western Society puts such a damn stigma on a woman enjoying sex and multiple partners (more on that later) Read more »

[story proposal] Masturbation Conference in New York 2020

Masturbation Conference in New York 2020

Hello, I have a new project in the works! Well, it is not really a conference but a fantasy story about the conference.

I want to make a webpage & poster for this “masturbation conference”

I need ideas to make it look as real as possible.

What topics would speakers present? What companies would sponsor it? What events would happen at the conference?

I have some naughty ideas and will write up a story tomorrow about this topic. Let me know any ideas…

The Witch’s Apprentice (Part 3) [Magic] [MF] [Femdom] [Masturbation] [Handjob] [Loving] [Fantasy]

((For those who missed it, here is [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bpqrk6/the_witchs_apprentice_part_1_magic_ffm_femdom/) and [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bprqmh/the_witchs_apprentice_part_2_femdom_fantasy_magic/)))

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**The Witch’s Apprentice**

**Part 3**

Despite everything that had happened, Markov went to bed that night filled, not with anxiety, but excitement. Cipher had always had a way of doing that to her, turning her apprehension into curiosity. Perhaps she had been a fool to hold that aspect of herself at arm’s length. She encouraged and nurtured the lives and loves and passions of her clients, but she had carefully buried her own. Messera Cynthia would have scolded her.

The incubus’ charm meant that she slept well and deep, with sweetly erotic dreams, and she woke in a light mood with the sun. Gaavi was nowhere to be seen, but that didn’t surprise her. Normally he would be up before her, cleaning and doing any preparatory work that needed doing and then making her coffee and breakfast, but after last night, she guessed that he would be hiding, dreading seeing her face to face. She would have to move gently, she realised, as she brewed the coffee herself and took two cups to his door.

Softly, she knocked. Read more »