Masturbation

Danny woke up slowly. Like him, his hand found his dick. As usual, he was inflated and hard. He started slowly hitting his huge, long penis foot as he wondered what the day would bring. It was his eighteenth birthday and his mother promised him a surprise for his birthday, but he couldn’t imagine what it could be.

But just her thought made her cock lurch threatening. He had recently begun to have very indecent thoughts about his mother. He felt disgusted that he could even think of her in his way of thinking, but he could not.

I’ve been seeing you for a while. I should say, literally, see, how harmless that was. I was deeply and passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Although she knew how I felt, for months we had only occasional lunches. Some time ago, we went to various parks and talked nicely. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massages to release tension. Once, I even massaged her. And several times we shared a most delicious hug, but chaste and platonic. We both knew that there was more to our feelings than those “meetings” and we, each in our own way, were hungry more. But we were faithful, at least physically faithful.

I decided to go to the mall to live my fantasy. I decided to wear Ben Wa balls. I like love balls, they give me enough stimulation to keep me warm and disturbed, and if I’m really excited, they can even fuck me good without touching me. I also took my netbook with me to take notes on how I could develop Amsterdam’s history. I sat in the Starbucks of the mall and ordered a great cappuccino and started thinking about the story and its characters.

My wife (42) and I have been married for almost 20 years and have a wonderful sex life together. Believe it or not, we never made a mistake. During the past year, my wife felt abandoned by the computer revolution and took basic courses on the DOS. I encouraged her to play with some children’s games, write letters, etc. For her birthday last month, I bought her an internet account. She could then read focus groups, write emails, talk, etc. My wife is a bit of a flirt and I knew that as a woman she would get a lot of attention on the Internet. It was good with me, I had certainly had my own experiences in the past and after being married as long as we have, a little diversion, especially if it is limited to an electron exchange, is not a bad idea at all.

Wendy looked forward to the beginning of the film. It was already fifteen minutes after midnight and the big breast girl was in a bad mood. Her date of the evening had picked her up, none of her friends were there, and the only entertainment station was a midnight lonely film. Sighing, she leaned on the scratching seat as the lights fainted.

The door of the theatre opened and closed quickly, flashing a spear of light with opening curtains. A small figure walked through the driveway. She sat next to Wendy, still boring the unhappy girl. The theatre was almost empty; There was no reason why this woman had only one seat. Pre-movie ads for popcorn and licorice jumped to life and Wendy watched the newcomer out of the corner of his eye.

In the early 1980s, I worked in this factory that made snacks. At that time, all office workers had their own offices (ah, the days before the cabins were discovered). The accounting department, where I worked, was in an extra wing in the back. Because of the delicate nature of our work, the offices had an outside door that was always locked, then each of our offices had their own doors.

I went home to take a shower, I stayed naked, I had iced tea to watch TV and relax. She came to wear a pair of low-sized bikini panties. What are you looking at? Nothing. I told him. She came to sit next to me and started rubbing her breasts. I’m so excited, fuck me. She told me. I looked at her strangely. I’m tired, I told him. She ran her hand to her pussy and rubbed her hard. But my pussy needs a good fuck; I want your dick inside me. Let’s go fuck. No, I told you I’m tired, maybe later. I need your dick. She told me. I was watching TV to ignore it. She leaned down and started licking my nipples and running her hand down my leg trying to get me excited. Stop! Then she gave me that puty look and ran her hand into her panties. I tried not to look, but I love watching my sister play with her. She started rubbing her pussy hard, then peeled her panties and stretched her legs, so I’m just gonna get out of there, and I’m gonna let out a little laugh. Then she started by herself. Run her fingers through her pussy lips, and pinch her nipples, make them moan while she sat next to me masturbating. I tried to ignore her, but she knows I like to see her leave. So she started putting on a show for me trying to make me difficult to give her a good fuck she needed.

When I left college, I graduated in photography, and I look forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count on was that for every job, there were at least twenty qualified candidates. And my sex was certainly an obstacle, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became discouraged and desperate, and then I met Tish..

It was a model to come and we became fast friends. She was the one who suggested me take glamorous photos of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She felt that being a woman was an asset in glamorous photography. I hired a studio and while Tish was changing, I set up the dressing room dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, but it was a very different Tish that came out. Talk about sexy black netting stockings, black lacy panties, a lacy frilly belt and high heeled shoes, a long rope of pearls around her neck, sticking on her breasts. “Like this?” She cleansed herself, waving her lips through the room. “Do you think they’re pretty sexy?” I whistled in recognition. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a sweet smell. If I were a man, I would have jumped on him. God!

Sometimes you’re very thirsty about sperm, but unfortunately, straight men don’t want to give it to you. Even if they have sufficient supply, they are greedy and for some reason macho they refuse to let you suck their dick. I overcame that obstacle, and all I needed was alcohol, a hotel room, and porn on TV. You see, in Canada they’re much less shy about showing porn on television, so I took my buddy there about 10 years ago when we were both new students. We bought a bunch of alcohol and sat in the drinking room while we were watching porn on TV, both of them becoming super spiny in the process. Luckily for me, he didn’t go to the bathroom and he just took charge right there. It would have been a waste, and he was certainly excited enough to do so. Alcohol made him a little too tired to get out of bed.

Sara was really looking forward to visiting her older brother Steve. She hadn’t seen him for almost two years and she really missed him. Although he was nine years older than his 18, they had always been close when she grew up before leaving the house, never returning from the university, having met and married Veronica and started her own life. Life at home with her parents became more difficult for her last year as she felt bigger than they were willing to admit it. She had taken the car they bought for her, that she was not supposed to drive without an authorized adult driver with her, but she felt quite certain that they would not call the police and as long as she was driving carefully she would have no problem. She knew that the note she left would make them crazy, but hopefully they would understand and that the summer break would be good for all.