Masturbation

Renée never expected that voice on the line after all these years—Janet, the woman who first taught her how a woman’s tongue could shatter reality. When her former lover invites her over, Renée’s visit to the sunbaked limestone quarry reignites molten memories…and dripping anticipation beneath her fingers. Naked swims and urgent self-pleasure can’t prepare her for Janet’s confession: a marriage crumbling, desperate loneliness, and the hungry ghost of their unresolved lust.

Wine flows. Robes loosen. Candles flicker over Janet’s lush curves—heavy breasts, dark thatch of pubic hair, greedy mouth trailing kisses down Renée’s waxed skin. Fingers and tongues claim every forbidden inch: clits swollen beneath expert suction, pussies grinding into slick friction, a gold ring teased mercilessly as fingers plunge deep—one dancing over Renée’s clenching asshole while Janet’s tongue orchestrates raw, screaming ecstasy. Their moans echo through the married woman’s home, each orgasm a betrayal that tastes sweeter than the last…

But when daylight threatens, will they dare to awaken whatever wildfire this night ignited—or leave their bodies aching, forever starving for just one more forbidden taste?

A few years ago, when I was a senior in high school, my family went to Florida on vacation. We stayed in a beautiful hotel, with my sister and me in a room and my parents in an attached room. The room had only one king size bed, so I and my sister had to share it.

We had fun going to Disney World and all that. One night, something happened that I will never forget. It was late and I was in bed with the TV on. I was half asleep, and my sister, who was fifteen at the time, was watching something about HBO. I could never really fall asleep too easily and wake up completely when I felt a little concussion on the bed.

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.