Masturbation - Page 31

(Note: I'm back. Looks like this will be a once a month sort of thing. Nothing really to say on this one though besides that this is still fiction and that I would still appreciate criticism with negative votes. Or just criticism in general since, you know, I'd like to improve

The think I liked most about us was how close we were. From the very first day together, there was openness between me and my little brother Zane that I never thought I could have, let alone with family. That and we were best friends

The following is not a story I'm necessarily proud of. It isn't a very long story either, for the actual event lasted for a very short time indeed. It is awkward, it is little flattering, and, perhaps, it is even a bit wrong

Summer break was finally here, and Debbie was ready. She loved going to college, one it was away from her overly demanding mother and over protective father. She could be herself. Now two years at the University of Arkansas, Debbie had made a name for herself. She didn’t mind one bit

By now the room has warmed considerably and you are warm from your bath. I dry you with a big fluffy towel, slowly massaging your shoulders and arms and legs as I do so. Still, I pause every couple of seconds to kiss a different random part of your body

Cassy runs out of her house, slamming the door. She had two bags in her hands and some cash in her pants. She was on her way to get a place of her own because her parents had pissed her off for the last time

This is an almost forgotten story from many years ago. Just recently I met someone who lived just a couple of miles from the place where a cousin of mine had lived and that brought back memories of how many years ago, I was on holiday with her on the south coast of England

Garreth came home from work early, he put in half a day’s holiday due to it being quiet at work, as he unlocked the front door and stepped through he took a quick glance at the bills on the floor, and though fuck it I will open them later

When I was younger. My aunt was a frequent visitor to our house. Remembering to have the biggest crush on her, with my want of sex in my teen years being a big factor. I spent countless nights in my room masturbating to the thought of her

It was 10 P.M. on a warm Friday evening when I returned to the house that Becca and I shared. “Hi, sweetie,” Becca said, as I opened the front door and stepped into the house. “How did your day go?” “Pretty good,” I replied, as I set two large brown bags down on the floor

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author

My clothes fall to the floor and I stretch my arms above my head, sighing softly as I enjoy the quiet in my house. My mom and dad had left with my sister for the day leaving me all alone in the house. I reached around behind my back to unclasp my bra and let it fall to the ground

The Visit First, the shower. We (you & I) undress very slowly …. than I lead you to the shower by your gorgeous soft but handy cock, assuming that it is still soft. I open the shower curtain, turn on the water so that it will get hot and have you step into the tub

I woke up with what felt like a cartoon rat slamming a hammer around in my head. My mind flashed back to the night before and my idiotic friends trying to hook me up with Matthew 'dickhead' Bates

The clock strikes midnight. I am lying in my bed, thinking of everything and nothing, the thunderstorm outside adding an eerie ambience to the whole scenario. The door creaks open. I look up, surprised at such a late night intrusion