Tag: Masturbation

This was in college [MF][Sleep][Masturbation]

Homecoming was coming up, and the frat’s float for the parade wasn’t ready. So immediately after class we went to the barn where we were building it, and everyone (brothers, little sisters, friends) got to work. We worked until 2am getting it ready, then drove it across town to campus.

By the time we got to the house, we were all so tired we were punchy. The people who lived in the house went upstairs to bed, and the people who lived on campus went to their rooms. The college was in my hometown, so I lived at home. Rather than fall asleep at the wheel driving home, I decided to just crash on the couch in the living room of the frat house.

One of the little sisters, Denise, decided she didn’t want to walk across campus at 2:30am and crashed as well. Denise wasn’t attractive, nor was she unattractive. She was … well … Denise. Average face, average body, always around, everyone’s friend. Read more »

the bohemian girl and her chinese roommate [m] [f] [f] [voy] [mast] [oral] [affair]

Krisha and I met at a dinner party. She was one of those bohemian looking chicks. I thought she’d shown up wearing pajamas, but it turned out it was a new trendy harem style pant. Whatever.

She was a free spirit. She had long brown hair and one of those bar earrings. I was with my girlfriend, Amy, who was the exact opposite of Krisha, so naturally, I was attracted to her.

I went over to say hello.

“I like your look,” I said. “I’m not sure what it is, exactly, but I like it.”

She laughed and we started talking.

“Thanks, man,” she said, extending her hand. I took her hand in mine and noticed she had all sorts of interesting tattoos.

“You’re different,” I said, smiling. “It’s reassuring, here, where basically everyone is the same. Dyed blonde hair. Kate Spade purse, Acura in the driveway.”

“I feel you,” she said with a smirk. “It’s been an adjustment for me. I came from Colorado for work and sometimes I feel like I stand out too much.”

“Nah, fuck ’em,” I said with a wink. Read more »

A Strawberry Blonde, Thirsty for Loads [mf] [mast] [oral] [anal] [creampie] [swallow]

“How many times do you think you can cum in an evening?” Charlotte asked.

David thought for a second, “I donno … three? Maybe four?”

“Hmm,” she said.

“Why?”

“I have this fantasy. I want to be filled with cum. Just like, packed full of jizz.”

“Oh,” he said, leaning in. They’d just fucked already and he’d filled her tight 20 year old pussy with the first load of the evening. She hadn’t gotten up to squirt it out, yet. She hadn’t even rolled onto her knees and pushed his load into her palm. She loved cum. She especially loved eating it right from the source.

A month earlier, Charlotte and David had a threesome where she instructed him to cum into her best friend’s pussy. After he did, her best friend squatted over her and let the cum drip out of her and into Charlotte’s gaping mouth.

But this fantasy, though fun sounding, seemed impossible with just one man.

“You know, loads get smaller and smaller the more I cum. So … like, if we fuck four times, by the fourth load, there won’t be much there to fill you up.” Read more »

16 Reasons Why I Look Back Fondly on an Early Relationship [MF]

Was reminiscing about an old girlfriend, and a few stories popped into my head, so I decided to rattle off a short list of things I could remember that I cherished from our time together.

1) If I told her I had a crap day at work, or she could tell I was stressed, she would ask if I wanted some head to relax. (and sometimes she wouldn’t ask, she would just start)

2) I always knew where I stood with her sexually. She always wanted it. I always wanted it. I guess you could say we enjoyed both being each others objects of desire.

3) She made it known that she was absolutely fine with me taking her whenever I wanted, and I extended to her that same sentiment. And we did, often, and for better or worse, I bet that’s how all those weird porn locations/poses originate.

4) She would ask me to have sex with her in her sleep. She’d never sleep through it, but always woke with a smile on her face. Read more »

A Quickie Mother/Daughter Surprise [m] [f] [F] [inc] [oral] [mast] [cum]

We had one of those months where we’d shuffle home, exhausted, collapse into bed, wake up and do the whole 9-5, which was really 7am-8pm thing all over again. Sex? We were too tired to fuck.

I think once, halfway through the month, my girlfriend Amber gave me a handjob before bed, but I honestly was too tired to remember. I vaguely recall hearing her masturbate under the covers that night, too, so perhaps I was just dreaming about the handy.

And, to make matters worse, Amber’s mom, Mia, was coming to spend a weekend with us. It’s not that we didn’t get along with Mia, we really did, we were just looking for a nice relaxing weekend, and now we’d have to shuttle her around the sites.

Saturday morning, we woke up, did the whole morning coffee routine, and planned out our day, starting with breakfast at our favorite neighborhood spot.

“Let’s get dressed and head out,” I said.

Mia took to the guest room, Amber and I went to our bedroom and shut the door. Read more »

[M] How Audio Erotica Saved My Marriage – Part 3

It took many counseling sessions and some fancy therapy techniques, Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing (EMDR), to undo the brainwashing and reprogram my neural circuitry. I put [guided masturbation](https://soundgasm.net/u/comealot/Guided-Masturbation) at the center of my treatment program. I used it like a form of hypnosis to subconsciously reprogram taboo sexual desires and neutralize the sexual inhibitions that were holding me back.

Please don’t make light of it. This stuff is serious. We all have hangs ups and demons to overcome. My first was to find a way to end the masturbation session in “Joy” vs. being overpowered by feelings of guilt. With a lot of practice, moral support and more practice, I fapped my way out of this conundrum. And I attribute my success to audio erotica. Hearing a woman’s voice encouraging a joyful outcome did the trick for me. But my wife wouldn’t do it. And my therapist wasn’t going to do it. So who’s voice was it going to be. Read more »

Rear Entry [Mf, creep, masturbation, anal, oral]

Mark was annoyed when he got the rear door of the McNair’s house. They were good neighbors and had helped him out in the past, but he didn’t want to have keep walking over here to check for Sam’s “important letter.” He shared a backyard property line with them and had to cross some brush that inevitably scratched his hands every fucking time. But Sam said this letter had some information he really needed while he and his wife were on vacation.

He found the magnetic key box hidden under the small back porch and unlocked the door. He walked through the kitchen and living room to check the mail on the floor under the mail slot. He picked up and sorted the mail. No letter. He put the pile on a small table next to the stairs with the rest of the mail he’d picked up the last 3 days.

It was cool and drizzly outside, so he was in no hurry to get back home. Besides Margie was on the rag and being really nasty today. Maybe he’d hang out here for a bit and watch one of the college games. Sam had a much better TV than him anyway. Read more »

[M] How Audio Erotica Saved My Marriage – Part 2

One of the first lessons I learned by talking about my problems online and in the counselor’s office, was that everybody’s situation is different. What works for others may not work for me and what works for me may not work for others. You’ve got to take the time to delve into your own situation and find a solution that works for you. And to save a marriage, it’s got to be a joint solution, not one that is found by one party working alone. But another glitch that got thrown into the mix for me was that my wife didn’t want to participate in counseling. Her position was quite clear. There was nothing wrong with her. She didn’t need professional help. But if I felt the need, especially since I was still reeling from the grief of losing a son, she encouraged me to go for it.

So like a one armed paper hanger, I went for it all alone. Well, to be truthful, I wasn’t 100% alone. I had her involvement on a limited basis. She would ask me what we talked about and what the counselor said. And when the counselor recommended masturbation as an outlet for all the sexual energy I couldn’t get out in bed, she approved of these exploits, with one small caveat, she didn’t want to participate in any way. Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 8

(Lucas)

It shouldn’t have been as easy as a weekend with my hot brunette to turn me into a creepy face-gazer like that powdered donut from those vampire novels. The orange rays invading from the east-facing windows lit up her serene face into a warm glow, and between that and the fact she was naked underneath the sheets except for my college tee had my mind split between thoughts of adoration and perversion.

Hickeys on her shoulders and hair all wild and disheveled from being clutched in my fist – Princess Diaries liked a tasteful amount of hair-pulling –, she looked even more perfect than usual, my personal touches adding a sense of customized well-fucked that fed my urge to dominate and claim. I brushed a few strands of displaced hair out of her mouth, and took a deep breath in my newfound place of zen.

This became my ritual, and it was the same yesterday, and the morning before that. She stole this opportunity from me the first time she was here, and I wasn’t about to let that slip away again. It was a warm June morning, and all I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and bury inside of her, but I needed to get into work today and knowing what a time freak she was, she’d probably slap me for letting her sleep this late, but she needed her sleep. Read more »