Tag: Masturbation

She Said She Needed So[m]eone To [F]uck Her, Right Away

A few months ago, I piled high two baskets of dirty clothes and carefully stepped down the icy back stairs that lead to my building’s laundry room. It’s a thoroughly annoying chore, and in the winter a precarious one due to the occasional ice-slip that leaves your rear end aching for days. I was already having a pretty shitty day after learning that the project I had been working on for weeks was going to be totally scrapped, so when I arrived at the laundry room and saw a girl who was just about to fill up both washers with clothes, I really couldn’t contain my disappointment.

“Fuck,” I said under my breath. But it wasn’t quiet enough. The girl heard me.

“Sorry,” she said. "I’ll take them out as soon as they’re done."

She seemed to be a few years younger than me, in her mid 20s. She had a sweet, round face. I think people call it a "moon face,” which makes sense not just because it’s so round, but because its gravity draws you in. It immediately changed my mood from irritable to calm. She also had blonde hair, very blonde hair. The kind of blonde where it’s so deeply ingrained you swear she must have been badly electrocuted at some point. Read more »

Artistic License {Part 6} [FF erotic fiction] [F, exh] [Ff, mast]

I'll put links to the rest of my story in the comments. Summary so far: I'm an artist with a special gift: I can manipulate my girlfriend's body using a clay figure, which I made for an art project on sexuality. First I experimented with her breasts, and found that she accepts the change after orgasming. Then I gave her much larger breasts and – just for fun (my fun) – a cock. This is how her day went after those changes.

People were staring. Summer was used to this – men on the street had been whistling at her since high school – but today felt different. Women were looking at her as well as men, and less of them were whistling. Mostly they were just gaping at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Normally she'd get annoyed, or try to ignore it, but today she went with it. It felt nice, having people admire her so openly, like a beautiful piece of art just walking the street. She smiled at at the schoolboy on the corner, wiggled her hips just a bit, and walked into the theatre. Read more »

She was (M)y best ever!

I'm sure you don't remember every sexual encounter you've ever had, but I'd guess you remember your best sex ever, right? Well my story is about my #1 blowjob and on of my top 5 sexual experience, with the same girl on the only two occasions we ever hooked up…..years apart from one another.

To start, I'd known this girl Steph through friends for a while, a very average looking girl, 5'7, thin, very fair white skin, dark brown hair. In one sense, she was an attractive girl, a daily yoga girl with not an ounce of extra fat, toned and firm in all the right places, but in another, she could REALLY use some sun and was the type to look a little better in a dark bar than she would the next morning. Anyway, we both ended up at a party for a work friend and before I knew it, I was shitcanned and decided to crash there vs driving drunk, and when the host went to head for bed, it looked like she was in the same boat. So our first contact of the night was discussing who was taking what couch to pass out on. That convo started some small talk, and I can't remember exactly how, but I think I mentioned that I was horny which, its turns out, she was too. We started talking about our mutual horniness, and as consensual adults with compatible sexual organs came to the very adult agreement that we could service each other and, ta-da, solve our mutual issues! It was really the weirdest situation ever, we discussed exactly what would happen, first I would go down on her, then she on my, then we'd both go to bed satisfied. Read more »

Artistic License {Part 5} [FF erotic fiction] [F, mast] [first person]

I'll put links to the rest of my story in the comments. Summary so far: I'm an artist with a special gift: I can manipulate my girlfriend's body using a clay figure, which I made for an art project on sexuality. First I experimented with her breasts, and found that she accepts the change after orgasming. Then I gave her much larger breasts and – just for fun – a cock, which I fucked her into accepting.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Summer had a part-time job at a local theatre, teaching students intermediate acting skills. She had described the job to me as "directing a play, right? At the end of this class, we put on a play. Only my actors are barely over 18 – hell, some of them are still in high school – so they're too busy paying attention to each other than to me. And they've barely acted before, so I'm not just teaching them how to act in this play, I'm teaching them how to act in general! Honestly, babe, some of them give their best lines when they're trying to get each other's numbers." She grumbled and ranted about it, but I knew she loved it. My talent was in finding art in human interactions, hers was making art from human interactions. Read more »

Roadtrip [MM] [Fiction] [Mast] [Voy] [Oral]

I hate driving. Around the time all my friends were getting licenses and going on about finally being free to go wherever they wanted I was perfectly happy to hang out at point A while point B went right off and fucked itself. Sure, I’d catch a ride from a friend if there was something going on or get picked up by a girlfriend if we had a date. But for the longest time what I saved on gas and car payments went into a affording a place within bicycle distance of necessities. I finally picked up a license after I had to call 911 for a friend who cut themselves pretty bad at my place. He would have survived a drive to the emergency room, but couldn’t drive himself. I helped pay the bill for the ambulance ride because that was pretty much my fault.

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Mystery man [MF] [bd] [bdsm] [nc] (x-post)

I don't know what my lover's face looks like. Hell I don't know what any part of his body looks like. I don't know if he is old or young, thin or fat, strong or weak, ugly or handsome. I don't know what race he is or where he comes from.

What do I know about him? I think, from the way he sometimes places his arms on my shoulders when he is deep inside me, that he is tall. But that's not a very exact way to guess a man's height is it? I could be out by a couple of feet in either direction. I know how his hands feel. I guess, from his prowess and the slow measured pace of his breathing, that he is middle aged and in good shape, but this is pure speculation on my part. In the height of passion I have heard little gasps from him, but not enough to tell you what he sounds like. Romantically I like to think that if I ever met him I would recognise him by his smell, but even I do not really believe that. Truthfully I could not tell you what he smells like. I think he uses an odourless antiperspirant. Read more »

First Lesbian Experience [f/f]

So my first time doing it with a girl was with my best friend, surprisingly. I guess it was because we were comfortable with each other and we'd kissed before in spin the bottle and silly things like that at parties. One day we were just in her room rolling around and she told me she had a boyfriend, and she wanted to kiss him; obviously I knew where this was going. She said she didn't know how to kiss properly and she thought the only person she could possibly trust to do it with comfortably, was me. And she was sure she didn't like girls or have any attraction to them, so this 'wasn't cheating on him' and it was 'okay'. So I'm hunched up against the mast of her bed, legs straight together, sitting upright. And she comes to me on all fours, biting her lip deviantly. She paused when her head was close to mine, looked up at me, back down to my lips and we both lent in, tilting our heads for what was my first kiss with a girl. We began kissing passionately and soon with open mouths. She slipped her tongue into my mouth a little bit which made me so wet already, and soon mine was in her's. We kept this going for 3 minutes. Non-stop kissing with tongues. Then finally, I'd had enough, the next time she repeated putting her tongue inside my mouth, I bit it, kissed back at her hungrily then bit her lip too. She groaned and stretched her back, pushing her ass back, and i put a hand on it and grabbed it. She moaned to this action, and I knew this wasn't just making out any more. I moved my hands to her waist and lifted her slightly, sitting her down on my lap. She began grinding on me, rubbing her clit through her panties on my legs and moaning. I put both my hands back on her ass and moaned as i squeezed her round butt and she rubbed against my clit too with her hand. She began kissing my neck, moving up, down, on my shoulders; sucking and biting and kissing it urgently. I began moaning loudly, and squeezing her butt at the same time as i unconsciously thrust my pelvis forwards. She was still grinding on me and I'd had enough with the sexual frustration so i sat up more, lifting her off me, and laid her on the bed infront of me. She had her arms above her head, red in the face, biting her lip and looking me in the eye. As i knelt above her, I began removing her top as I kissed her neck in return, and when her top was removed I bit her neck, and began biting all the way down to her tummy, as I unbuttoned her jeans. She reacted gasping to this and she had her hand twisted into my hair, using it to push my head down with a little bit of force. I took off her panties and then gazed at her magnificent pussy. She had that perfect inny vagina with a small-ish clit and her fucking hole wasn't exposed just from looking at it (I think that's unattractive). I began with one finger because i suspected she might be tight, but she was pretty wet so it was okay to start fucking her with two of my fingers. She started leaning her head back and one hand clawed at the mast of her bed, the other rested twisted in my hair as i licked her clit and flicked my tongue either side of it, still finger fucking her. And this is where my experience comes to an end. We hear footsteps on the stairs, and we heard her mum calling us saying she's bringing some pizza up for us now. She pulled up her knickers from her knees and threw a skirt on as her jeans were now in a creased mess on the bed: she tucked them under the duvet and starting putting some tights on in the corner of my room. I whipped out my Iphone and started scrolling along Facebook and her mum walked in. Gladly, we managed to play it off as if she was just changing into a skirt and I wasn't paying any attention, except for to my phone. She wouldn't fuck me again. She's still with the same guy and we've never spoken about what happened. It wasn't 'cheating' anyway? ;) So yeah:)))

That One Time [MF/MM, strippers, mast, nogaysex]

This is the first erotic story I've ever written. Any comments, positive or negative, would be appreciated.

The six of us pulled up to the club around 10 on Saturday night in our minivan taxi, paid the driver $30 and hopped out. Outside of the club were a couple of guys smoking cigarettes and laughing. You could hear the low thump of music through the entrance and smell years of smoke build-up. This wasn't any of our first times to a strip club but it was our first time being to the Moonshine, a club known for "full nude full friction" $20 lap dances. Sure, it was Ryan's bachelor party, but we were all there for our own entertainment just as much. We are all in our mid twenties, average build, just out of college type guys working your typical entry level office and IT jobs. We all had girlfriends (or fiances!) and were just getting used to getting real paycheques every month. We all pretty much decided that this weekend we'd be putting that disposable income to use with fine scotch and lap dances. Read more »

That One Time [MF/MM, strippers, mast, nogaysex]

This is the first erotic story I've ever written. Any comments, positive or negative, would be appreciated.

The six of us pulled up to the club around 10 on Saturday night in our minivan taxi, paid the driver $30 and hopped out. Outside of the club were a couple of guys smoking cigarettes and laughing. You could hear the low thump of music through the entrance and smell years of smoke build-up. This wasn't any of our first times to a strip club but it was our first time being to the Moonshine, a club known for "full nude full friction" $20 lap dances. Sure, it was Ryan's bachelor party, but we were all there for our own entertainment just as much. We are all in our mid twenties, average build, just out of college type guys working your typical entry level office and IT jobs. We all had girlfriends (or fiances!) and were just getting used to getting real paycheques every month. We all pretty much decided that this weekend we'd be putting that disposable income to use with fine scotch and lap dances. Read more »