Masturbation - Page 103



It all started last Saturday. I had just come back from work, and I knew I was going to have the next day off, so I decided to relax. I came home, fixed myself a quick meal, watched some of the game on the T.V, and sat there on my sofa



I quickly try to find something, anything to cover up the writing. I can hear someone coming. I can’t find anything at all. I prepare myself mentally. I’m going to have to fight. I can possibly take three out quickly but any more and the odds start to drop



For seven years I was a faithful and dedicated wife to my loving husband. This is the story of the one day that became my first step down the path to Slutsville. We had been high school friends and dated for most of his senior year. I went to one local university and he to another
Please, if you don't read the entire chapter, just read the following paragraph. It contains some of the more important plot details.** The main character is a boy named Ben. He was given up to Gaia Conception when he was just a baby
Friday Night and Wednesday Morning It was still early (8
It all started when neighborhood children came around and I started giving out snacks and soft drink. I am an older gentleman who has been a widower for a few years. Since my wife passed away, I have been very lonely. I have enough money to live comfortably and some



I stood in the hallway outside of the physical trainer’s room staring at the football list. All of my stats were 20 times better than I thought they would be. It was August and the days were long hot and humid. But I still had tried my best



Hello! Thank you to everyone who has been encouraging me to keep writing. This story is not intended to be part of a series, but I hope it is well received. I hope you enjoy it. Please PM me or comment below and let me know what you thought. Of course I also encourage voting
Chapter 1: Wet Spot I woke up very early in the morning because I had to use the bathroom. And since the upstairs toilet that’s by my room didn’t work, I had to go downstairs. My stepdad was supposed to fix it weeks ago, but as always he puts it off
Lucy is about 5'6” and slightly chubby. She has shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. Lucy had already started cooking stir fry and asked me to wait in the lounge whilst she went to get changed



Disclaimer: The following contains non-consensual sex between a father and daughter. If this is not something you enjoy then do not continue reading. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidence



We started dating at the end of November, we’ve met a few month earlier at school and since then only got closer and closer. A week later it was the first time she went to my house, we were alone, went to my room and started kissing



(This is a story of our trip to Goa, when the 5 of us went and had a rocking time. Most parts are true, though some parts are exaggerated. I suggest to read previous parts, to get a better story line.) I got up late next morning, severely hung over. Maya was lying next to me naked
A Taste of Honey --------------- The cold Artic wind blew with a fierceness that almost led one to believe it was alive



The days are one by one starting to become a blur. Everyday pains don’t seem so bad, and I’m getting numb. And this is bad. A lot of my work involves lying on my back, so lethargy can go unnoticed for a while, but not forever