Tag: Masturbation

Entertaining Traci on my porch during a blackout [MF, mast][actually written during a Hurricane Arthur-induced blackout]

“Hey”

A female voice. I looked over to my left, straightening myself, lifting my forearms off the porch railing. The voice came from somewhere to my left, from the narrow strip of grassy earth that joined my porch to the parking lot behind my apartment. We’d been without power for about six hours now. It was hot and mind numbingly boring. Most people were unprepared and it was late. Most windows had no light in them. People were indoors or away, the occasional headlights of a car fleeing my apartment complex visible from afar.

“Hi”

“Can’t believe it’s taking them this long”

“How long does it usually take?”

“I don’t know. The longest I've been blacked out is like….3 hours maybe. Or not even”

“Hmm, you out for a stroll? You should carry a light or something”

“Nah, just….bored at home. I live not too far. I’m Traci”

“Jon, I've got two chairs here….”

She came and sat down. White, sleeveless top. Lighter hair, pale skin. Slim. A whiff of a woman's scent. Makeup, perfume….cigarettes? I strained to make out details. Read more »

Little Sister Pt. 1 [incest] [mast] [Mf]

This is absolutely and wholly fiction.

When you introduce Elle [Eleanor] to us I can see the way you watch her and fawn over her. Mom dotes on the ring and the engagement and Daddy pokes fun of you, asking how you could have possibly tricked such a pretty girl into marrying you.

She is pretty, and sweet. Mom obviously adores her, and you can't keep your hands off of her. You hand is always cradled in the small of her back, or touching her hair gently, or grasping her hands. The two of you sit very close, and she beams at you with every stall in conversation. Mom comments on the chemistry and Daddy congratulates you.

The funny thing is your unusual behavior towards me. You hardly look over at me, and you haven't said anything more than "Hey, Claire," since the two of you arrived.

At dinner time Mom asks that I set the table while she and Elle linger in the kitchen discussing finances for the wedding. Daddy – per Mom's request – is up in the attic digging out the old photo albums of you as a baby, a toddler, and a teenager. By the time I've set the five spots at the table, Mom and Elle are just now talking about venues and the reception, totally lost in the conversation. Read more »

Black Mail Merri

Making sure she wasn't followed, was part of the game. It wasn't like anyone knows, or if anyone did that they would even care, but Merri casually looked over her shoulder for the 7th time. Making sure she was not followed to the Library. The morning crowd of the quad didn't change. No one leaping behind light poles, or diving into trashcans to avoid direction. The humiliation that would destroy her if anyone knew what she had done, or what she was doing now. She laughed nervously. It was laugh or turn around and chicken out. If she chickened out she would run. And if she ran she would drop her gift. Nothing could be worse than if she broke it. Merri turned back and swallowed hard. Walking with renewed purpose, she never looked back.

Merri steps inside the library. She sucks in a short breath in through her teeth. The pervy janitor who control's the library's air conditioner keeps it set at just above "meat locker". Everyone knows this. Merri feels her confidence melt against the warm shame blossoming in her cheeks. She isn't wearing a bra. Her pale nipples begin to perk up. Then stiffening to the point of aching. They cut through the thin cotton of her shirt. Read more »

A Friendly Hand II: Finale [FM] [mast, oral]

Edit: Part 1

Soon, I feel her hands moving up to my inner thigh. At first, I flinch at the touch of her soft skin against that spot. I look at Jessie and she smiles “I that it's very tense here.” I smile back as she continues to massage. The way her hands are moving against my inner thigh sends shivers up my body, I feel myself grow as she continues to work on that spot. Jessie looks down and begins to laugh. “Well, that didn’t take very long.” I look at her and she seems proud of herself. I ask her what is she doing and she replies “Helping you feel better. It’s working, isn’t it?” I can’t say no. First, I couldn’t feel the pain. Second, I was really excited. She looks at me, those big green eyes staring back at me, almost as if asking for permission. I nodded and said. “If it will help, who am I to stop you?” Read more »

Emmy’s games (Part 1) [Msub, Fdom, anal, mast]

This is a continuation on from the 'A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties' series but the start of a new series in its own right.

Previous series here: A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 2 A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 3

“Put my panties on,” says the text message from Emmy.

It is 9:30am and I have just woken up. I look across to the bedside table and see Emmy’s panties sitting there all dried out from last night's shenanigans. I lean over and pick them up, and can’t resist the urge to hold them to my face momentarily and savour their aroma. I do as the text message asked and put on Emmy's cotton panties. They are not what I usually wear, not quite as slutty, but the fact they are hers has me rock hard the instant my cock touches them.

“They are on,” I text back to Emmy.

Immediately I get a text message back. “Good, my little panty slut. Now before you get dressed, go and put a condom on your cock.” Read more »

The First Time I Met My Future Wife [ffm, fiction, str8, bi, some reluc, oral, voy, mast]

This is what went through my mind the first time I met my wife. It's entirely fictional, just my fantasy, except me walking in in my bath towel with my then girlfriend and her friend, my actual future wife. I've been some version of a fapstronaut for about a year and a half, but will sometimes, well fap, thinking about my wife. This is one of those fantasies I have, and thought why not write it down this time. For whatever reason, the whole thing is generic third person pronouns, he/she/her, etc. I dunno why. Also I made up a couple words. Not sure you needed to know that either. Anyway, hope you like it and without further, uh, ado(sc?)…

Edit: So tabulations don't work in Reddit.

Edit: Actually they do, it means turn the text into some kind of typewriter text. I really don't understand Reddit's CSS coding crap at all… wah.

Edit: I'm not convinced that's readable Reddit. wtf. Excuse me while I now inject extra spacing everywhere.

Edit: Let me get this straight Reddit. One actual space = no space. Two spaces = one actual space. Three spaces = two spaces. … I give up. I'm not editing this any more. For better or worse: Read more »

Provocative Pictures, Sexy Shorts, Captions Coronated: [MF]/[MMF]/[Oral]/[Mast] Maid to Serve!

Hello folks, as part of a personal writing project, I've decided to start writing 1 short story a day of the naughty nature. These are generally inspired by a GIF, but I don't have any real formula for this process. I'll post today's here; Maid to Serve. I figured a sub like this would appreciate this effort and if you'd like to read the rest/keep up(Or maybe you'd just like a GIF too!), my blog will be key: http://phallictentacle.tumblr.com/

Without any more holdup:

It was a great idea to finally get a maid – Sindra was polite, efficient, listened to directions, didn’t steal, made little noise and commotion, and was nice to look at, to boot. Actually, funny story, my wife initially thought suspicious of her and the company we came from. I almost had to fire her! Sure her outfit was a little….risque, but who am I to judge a young woman who chooses to dress that way(or maybe her company has her dress like that?). I am a faithful husband, though I can’t deny she is attractive, me and my wife’s sex life is great. And when my wife is out of town, my sex life is great with my mistresses. But back to the matter at hand: I admit I wasn’t on the most reputable of sites when I found this….”maid” agency, but their prices were great and I swear I saw it said they could clean on the ad! Read more »

Even More MILF Fun [mFFF, anal, oral, mast]

“What the fuck were you doing in there?” My mom was screaming at me.

“Nothing, I swear to God.”

“That's bullshit and you know it. I could smell the pot and I saw John coming out of there. Janet is going to be pissed that you had friends over there. You know how she is,” my mom yelled at me. When she finished her sentence though, I was absolutely relieved. Sure it sucked about her finding out that I was smoking pot, but she didn't find out about our sex-filled afternoon.

“I'm going to call Janet and let her know,” my mom said, now somewhat calm.

“No, you don't have to do that. I'll tell her.” somehow I had convinced her not to call Janet. Aside from being grounded, I had managed to avoid a sure disaster.

“Alright Mikey, but you have to deal with the consequences. You're going to have to do whatever she says,” my mom said.

“That won't be a problem mom,” I answered.

A few days later, Janet came home and my mom forced me to go next door and apologize. Luckily, she was home alone, because even though Janet was cool with what happened, I'm sure her husband wouldn't have been. I knocked on the door and she answered. Read more »

The Angel of Lust [MF][Fantasy][Sacrilegious][Mast][Bondage][A bit of fearplay]

The full story can be found here. Please comment with feedback (even something as simple as "I enjoyed this story" is welcome), any constructive criticism is always excellent! Thank you for reading!

As Sister Anita knelt before the altar, she trembled, chafing her knees on the floor. The young nun bit her lip, eyes fixated on the dark, polished wood before her. Shaking, she lifted the skirts of her habit, the cool fabric trailing along her thighs. In the shadowy, deserted chapel, Anita moaned. Her voice echoed off the high ceiling, reverberating off cold stone and unyielding wooden pews.

Anita was the youngest nun in the convent by at least thirty years. Her pretty face and deep brown eyes had captured the hearts of nearly half the young men in her village, and musical voice had attracted most of the rest. But there were no young men to sing her praises here. Not in a nunnery. The moonlight, filtered through stained glass windows, gave her pale a skin an unearthly, ethereal glow as she bent backward. Read more »

Easy Riders

 Easy Riders.

Richard’s in love, and he’s with the great love of his life right now. She’s always ready for Richard to ride fast and hard, she never says no when he wants to mount her, she does all the wild things he asks of her, and right now he’s with her giving her all his care and attention.

She’s five hundred pounds of motor bike: a big red tank, gleaming chrome, four cylinders aggressively abreast like horses in a Roman chariot race, ready to fire up and deliver enough raw power to punch herself and anyone brave enough to ride her at a hundred mph plus without hardly trying, while growling window-rattling snarls through two fire-blued exhausts sticking up like two insolent fingers in a V sign to all lesser vehicles that dare to be on the road. She sits proudly in the middle of the garage, where Richard’s worshiping her. Richard’s twenty three and he’s between girl friends. Girls always say they’re scared to come on his bike. His parents are away for the weekend, he’s on his own, looking forward to a weekend of motor bike, porn and masturbation. But as Richard’s polishing the red tank and bright chrome the doorbell chimes. Read more »