Masturbation

I guess my sex life started one day in the summer of my thirteenth year while I was doing my chores. I was in my brother’s room that kept his clothes clean, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his drawer. Out of curiosity about what could be so big about things like that, I pulled them and went to my room. I closed and locked my door, then sat on my bed and started looking in the magazines. [Read More]

Joanna rose along the dark streets while she ran home, her heart beating and the burning lungs of effort. The rubber soles of his sneakers hit the shiny, wet and wet sidewalk of a sudden rain. A few drops were still falling. The girl was grateful for the raindrops that had amortized her hair and her shirt. With luck, she could tell her mother that the wet spots on her shirt were just rain. [Read More]

Tim was on his back. Naked, he was lying in one of the plastic chairs. With his wife on a shopping trip and children at school, he felt comfortable enough to come back for a little fun. He had recently been won in some solo water sports, using his pee as lube for a kinky masturbation session. While he was fantasy, he remembered with scrupulous the first days of marriage, when his wife Dee was open to new adventures. [Read More]

Over the last ten years, I have come from a gentle, innocent, extremely naive 18 years of the Bible belt to, with the possible exception of my aunt Sally, the best cock and pipe artist to find. I left the house when I was 18 to go to college in South California. My parents were very strict; My father is a Baptist pastor and my mother teaches the summer school and leads the church choir. [Read More]