Masturbation - Page 44

This story took place many years ago, when I was 12 years old. Although I am writing it with a middle aged man’s experience and knowledge, I have tried to retain a boy’s innocence. It is my first effort at story writing, so any constructive comments are welcome

The Beauty Of Japan: who is she? Waking up next to Mizuhashi once again i start to feel even better about being a mistress. Its not about the sex. It's about being in control and having the power to force someone into doing anything you desire

Sarah squeezed the washcloth in her hands, the mixture of water and orange goo dripped out into the sink. She rewet the cloth with the faucet and dropped to her knees, mopping up the toddler’s rejected dinner

My parents divorced when I was 16. I had to deal with a lot of drama and crisis every day as my mother worked on getting her career back on track. She was stressed out a lot with the divorce and work. She drank a lot of wine. There was never enough money. It was very stressful

Sunlight poured through my windows and into my bedroom as I woke up on a typical Saturday morning. I pulled the blanket off my naked body and removed Becca's blue spankies from my crotch as I climbed out of my bed. The briefs were still covered in my cum from the previous night

This is the first of many sexstories that I hope to post. I welcome any and all comments/feedback and suggestions as I always look for opportunities to improve my writing and satisfy readers, as I hope you do read my writing

The story will slowly introduce then the plot will shape itself out enjoy! I Caught Mom! Or Did She Catch Me? They say when you’re a 13 year old you temporarily lose your mind and your parents have a hard time finding out how to deal with you

This is my first story please be kind and if you have any ideas or things that should be changed and stuff for the second story etc please leave only those comments otherwise enjoy

The morning sun shone in through my window as I lay on my homely little twin bed. I ran my fingers through my long dark hair wondering what time is was exactly. My name is Sasha. I am 18 years old and I live in a peaceful village at the base of a large group of mountains

I had to take my summer vacation with my parents. There was nothing else for me to do. I had wanted to go with a couple of guys from my university dorm, but couldn’t afford what they wanted to do

It was a Friday. Earlier in the week, Dani asked her mom if it would be OK if she spent Friday night at her friend Brianna’s house. Brie, as she was called, had been friends with Dani since elementary school days, and until they went away to separate colleges, they were inseparable

TRUE! --horny -- very, very uncontrollably horny I had been and still am; but why will you say that I am a rapist? The perversity had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of acute smell. I could smell all things in my college dormitory

Barged Into Mom Like all young men, or most of them I would think, maybe even older men too, the first thing I do upon awakening is reach for my crotch for that reassurance that it’s still there, still working, or just to say good morning to a dear friend

. It was September. I was on a walking holiday and finally, after 3 days of rain, the sun shone. It was a lovely warm day; I had set out this morning from the guesthouse I was staying at high on the moors. What a time it had been