Masturbation - Page 47
The first time I saw her at an all too kitschy 50s inspired burger joint I was taken aback by the warmth of her smile. As I placed my order I was mesmerized by her confident gaze and bubbly personality



Disclaimer: This story involves sex between men and teens, and teens and teens. It will eventually contain some pretty severe humiliation and punishment scenes and probably some bondage. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. It is just a story



Sighing I stand up from my desk, it was the new school year. I had been stumbling from class to class. It was finally the end of the day, and I had one more class. Then I could go home. My last class was with a new teacher, who happened to be an English teacher and my older brother
I was sitting in my office bored out of my mind waiting for someone to come in. It was the last day of the month and I had to rent one more unit in order to meet my quota. This month has been a bad month and I was trying every trick in the book in order to get an apartment rented



I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I thought that blake ran off home after what happened. Blake had left his sweaty gym clothes on the bathroom floor. I picked up his blue hanes boxer briefs. i looked inside and there was a dried cum stain inside
The Education of Mrs. Jones (Part 1) Lydia Jones stepped out of her beige Camry, tucked a loose strand of her sensibly cut brown hair behind one ear, and hitched her purse onto one perfectly straight shoulder blade



A Sergeant's Affair -- Chapter 2 A continuation of their day in the park. She picked her head up from his chest, a secret smile on her lips as she licked them, imagining how his cum would taste



Chapter 1 “COME DOWN FOR DINNER” Wade’s mother yelled to her children from downstairs in the kitchen, Wade sighed and rolled his eyes as he got off the computer



This is not my story, it's a great story which is why I'm posting it here. Oh, and it's a long one with more to come, and apologies for not breaking it down into chapters. Enjoy
It has taken my wife many years to finally accept that I am an exhibitionist. More so, I not only want to show of my body to others, but I want her to “make me" do it


I was in my second year of college when I met her. Kacey lived in the dorm next to me, but I'd never seen her. I only knew her by the name on the door and what I heard that first night. I sat in my bed getting ready to go to sleep
b]Poster's notes[/b] This is a series originally posted on Nifty by a friend of mine. On his behalf (because for some reason, he couldn't get an account here), I'm posting it here. He reckons people who read here might like it too



My name is Jamie, and this is the story about how I went from a loving mother, to my son's whore. It all started when I decided to fly into Buffalo to visit my son. It had been several years since I had seen him last, mostly because of monetary reasons
Blue Balls 1 - Introducing Tiffany (mf, exhibitionist, school, masturbation, incest, young) Summary - Tiffany plays a naughty trick on her older brother. Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events
The Headmasters Room (Part 1) This story begins in 1985 when I was 17 and finally ends last year. “Miss Simpson! Go straight to the Headmaster’s room now!” Mr. Flanders shouted as he pointed to the Religious Knowledge classroom door