Tag: Masturbation

Alone Time [F][mast][M]

Alone at last. How often do I get a quiet house with no worries? I turn on some music as the sexy bluesy voice of Joss Stone plays throughout the apartment I slip into my little yoga shorts and a tank top. It's unseasonably warm for November and I'm not planning on leaving the house.

I'm gently swaying to the music singing along wildly out of key, not that the cat cares. My tummy grumbles so I head to the kitchen. Cooking is a passion that I don't take lightly. Finding the right partner within the dish is also a thrill. It's like finding spark of attraction between ingredients. You wonder will this merging be a tasteful explosion on your tongue or will this be a pizza delivery night.

As I shift through the kitchen on the hunt for my tangle of flavors this evening I reach for the wine. Long days and no time for yourself can be taxing. I pour half a glass of the rich red I have on hand. I lift the glass to my mouth and allow the liquid to pool on my tongue. The notes hit my tastebuds with a rush of excitement. Quickly taking another sip I know this night is just what I needed. Read more »

Awakening [F] [mast]

I awoke with a start. Breathing heavily, I wipe the sleep from my eyes. As I try to steady my breathing and calm my racing heart I ponder what just happened. Is it possible for a female orgasm during a dream? That's what you are, right? My mind stills for a moment and I realize my bare thighs are warm and wet and there's an aching in my center that I am all to familiar with. I reach down and discover that my plump pussy is ripe do very ripe for the taking. I run two fingers through my folds and my inner walls clench tightly. I bring my fingers up to my mouth and sample the succulent juices this erotic fruit has presented to me. Read more »

[FF] The Scent of the Flame–A romance between a rocker and her new crush

I'm working on an erotica/romance story on a free writing site. I don't profit off it if you click to read more. Here's the first chapter:

It was 8 pm. Kris tamed her messy mop of black hair, straight bangs falling over her eyes with blonde highlights. She’d hesitated before accepting the invitation to a new friend’s house because she hadn’t had any luck meeting people, ever. It was as if right when things were turning horrible for her, a knight in shining Ray Bans was there to comfort and console, nursing her post traumatic stress-induced wounds… over Skype.

Kris didn’t self-harm but she subtly self-medicated. Alcohol was her drug of choice. It was cheap, efficient, and weakened inhibitions. Suffice to say, the beer did a good job of masking her true feelings on the long drive to Alex’s house.

They had a lot in common, namely, one another’s interest in lesbian romances, so they had a movie playing in no time. Beer and wine were had and a quickly cooked meal of their favorite—quesadillas. The movie of choice—Better than Chocolate. The movie reminded Kris that she had her strap-on in the car—a habit from her days with her last girlfriend but she hadn’t needed to use it because she was fresh out of libido ever since. Alex, however, had different plans. Read more »

The Band Comes Home from Tour – Part 2/3 [fmmm] [mast][oral]

He was always very clear on what he liked on me. He was an uncomplicated man. Denim, leggings, knee or thigh socks, t-shirts and tanks…he did like me to dress up for special occasions but he just loved me as his concert-going skater-girl…and I love it because I could just be comfortable, all the time. I’d be at a concert tonight anyway, and since I’d promised to help them set up, it would all work out fine, and in the end…it was my body that counted, and that was clean and shaved and…hot and moist. I didn’t want to be too conventional though, so I decided to leave the bottom layer off. I rummaged through the mess that is our bedroom, threw some bits and pieces I liked on the bed and then unwrapped myself from my towel to try them on. Read more »

How I had my first threesome (MFF)

This one happened this past weekend. A little backstory and then the good stuff.

I had been in a relationship with an amazing girl for a few months now, and she was everything I'd ever wanted in a woman. Recently our sex life had been getting a little stale for a few reasons. I've been out of shape, she'd gained close to 30 pounds since we'd gotten together and had lost some of her physical appeal, and sex seemed more like a chore than an enjoyable experience with her. It's mostly my fault, admittedly, but I was having problems finding my sex drive with her. I'd been working on it though. Got a gym membership and started working on my cardio, getting my blood flow back up, and I've been doing a lot better about initiating sex with her. But she was still having confidence issues about it all and started suspecting I was getting some on the side.

I wasn't. I've been diligently faithful to this girl from the start. Read more »

Indescretions of [m]y youth: [f]ast and furious

For those who read my last post, you know a little about me. I was stupid and brash when I was young. I posted last time that I drove drunk, but at least the story turned out well. Sadly, I must confess, that there was another instance of this completely irresponsible, and dangerous conduct. Again, I have changed the names for privacy reasons of all parties involved. Also, another long read.

The background….

As I mentioned before there was a bar in my hometown that was ridiculously easy to get into and drink at. For this reason a slew of people all under the legal drinking age would regularly attend this bar. To be fair, they never really admitted underage individuals below the age of 18, but that's not to say it probably didn't happen.

Anyway, on one fateful night in my nineteenth year of life, I went to this club with one of my really good buds. This guy was money to take with you. He picked up the hottest girls and lots of them. He wasn't exactly god's gift to women, but he was superiorly confident. The game was strong with this one. I was his Goose, and I knew my role in this duo; play as wingman and go for the girls that his choice was with. This had worked in my favor a few times. Read more »

The Band Comes Home from Tour – Part 1/3 [f] [mast]

It felt like forever had passed. They left on tour 8 months ago. Their record deal signed and their first album out, the label wanted them to get out and promote it all over the world. I was so proud of them…proud of him. He had poured his heart into this band for the past 5 years and finally they had their break. I would be lying though if I said I was happy to see him go. Its selfish I know…but I was more concerned about keeping my insatiability in check than him being OK and healthy on tour. The night before he left we stayed up all night making passionate love in every corner of our apartment. It was emotional and intense and I could hardly walk the next day. Now he was back…and I didn’t want to make love to him…I wanted to fuck him, and then fuck him again, and again. Read more »

One Word At a Time

Upon my chest there lay breast "Pop goes my pussy", she said. Dirty panties found in my rectum, yet lust for wet ass holes. Obama makes moist rim pop.

Sweet hungry child, why must you watch me masturbate? Alas my scrotum itches. Can you see that child wistfully wasting his dreams. You found my passion. Pop-it. Shake-it. Pull-it. But don't turn it on. Take my gratuitous hand in your tiny mouth. Delicious tongue you have teased me again. I couldn't conceive a dream so wet; your bongos make me Congo. Please ask my secretary about nudes and bongos.

Alone again but not for long. When the bass drops my panties follow. Christ felt betrayed like sodden bread. Perish from lack of Jumanji. Robbing graves makes two dozen tears. Amber waves goodbye in the bedroom while Jimmy comes undone. Forever finding his coitus soulmate aka. Jimmy Neutron. Popcorn smells cummy to my scummy father. Circus animals trained with whip makes Jimmy breaks toilet help! Find Daddy please.

Daddy never came back, but he came hard. This mother fucker! Alone at last, though urine still haunts my undies. I discovered more Daddies pounding Jimmy. Please stop Daddy! Land-O-Lakes is my lubrication when sadness takes back masturbation. Wait there's some father over yonder. Why can't Amber come undone? Finally I am complete, but not until Daddy returns.

The Website [M,F, mast] (long)

Trying my hand at writing. Please tell me what you think.

THE WEBSITE

“Good, Nora, now just let the bra straps fall a little until one or both of your nipples show.”

The command was simple enough for me to follow, and a few months ago, I would never have done it. Now I was here in another man’s apartment getting pictures taken for who knows how many men to see on the Internet. I had started doing the website with only bikini and lingerie shots just for the possibility of extra money and realized that I loved the attention I was getting. Now I was crossing over into actual nudity.

Alexander and I met at work. We both were low-wage employees at a customer service center. Getting paid next to nothing to get yelled at by people for shit we can’t control. He and I shared the same schedule and lunch break so I started up a few conversations with him, mainly because neither of us seemed to know anyone else in the small break room people crammed into for lunch. He was a nerdy guy, but knew his stuff when it came to the Internet. All I knew was what we learned in training. We both were divorced, but unlike me, Alexander had no children. Read more »

Third (and best) time visiting a hooker

EDIT: First time visiting a hooker

Second time visiting a hooker

My experience with the memorable handjob by my busty friend in Pimlico provided plenty of wanking material for the following months. It was my default memory anytime I jerked off without porn and I'd replay it over and over, picturing those milky white tits and my cum glistening on them.

I moved to Finchley in North London not long after. My new place was big and soulless, my housemates friendly enough though. One of them was a girl called Sarah who was a bit chubby and had decent sized tits. She was timid and quiet and her boyfriend spent a lot of time at the house. I once caught a glimpse of her naked arse through her slightly ajar door. I stopped and looked but as quick as I had spotted it she had moved out of view. I would often find myself staring at her bosom when she wasn't looking, imagining my cum spraying as she wanked my hard dick. It was pure fantasy though. There was no way anything would happen there. Read more »