Masturbation Stories

In 1960 I was a sex-obsessed fifteen-year-old, with an addiction to the glossy pinup magazines of those pre-internet days. I turned to shoplifting as a way of meeting my needs. When I got caught, the owner of the store, a recently widowed lady in her thirties, didn't know what to do with me. Eventually she came up with a unique way for me to pay for my crimes. At the same time she found a way to fulfill the needs of a horny teenaged boy and a young widow with an overactive libido.

It was a day to repair things, and I was dressed accordingly. I did not expect to meet a lovely young woman. It was a slob day that turned out like I never expected.

Jana is an art student and urgently needs money. As a dancer, she is no good, or so Ralph, the strip club’s manager, claims. But instead of throwing her out, he shows her his “Pleasure Box”, a device meant to give his private club a unique selling point and at the same time his secret passion project. Only, the project is on the verge of failure. Jana and Ralph both have something to lose. Are they each other’s salvation?

First love.

A Jack and Sarah Story
Continuing with the Jack and Sarah series, they are just married and are going on honeymoon. Judging by their experiences on their wedding day and night, who knows what they could get themselves into?

An unusual story about a lonely father-in-law and his daughter-in-law...

Mom and son have a chance to redo their their awful Christmas, with the help of a special house.

A Wendy Story
A sequel to "Wendy," where Jim's thirteen-year-old daughter comes home and gets a piece of the action from both Wendy and Jim. (You should probably read "Wendy" first.) Although I've categorized it as "Erotica," it's really a love story.

My spouse and I like to watch other people having sex. We're not pushing anyone into anything, but there are some possibilities we'd like to explore. Heads up: there's a little mm in this story in Chapter Five, but it's clearly marked so you can skip it if you want. Some of the characters have the same names as in my other stories, but they're not the same people. I like the names, that's all. There is some overlap in themes, however. This is a fantasy. It never happened! (To me, anyway.)

I'd lost her - had her taken from me - the love of my life. I had two daughters to bring up - how was I going to do that? But Rachel's mother stepped in...