Masturbation Stories

How long can an experienced professional make a handjob last? Her client is about to find out.

It's been almost six years since I gave Steve my virginity. Today I'm twenty and while I've been fucked by dozens of guys and sucked well over a hundred guys I'll never forget my first time with him. Steve's now 22 and though I lost touch with just months after we first did it, I would hope he still thinks about me when he masturbates. While I may not have been his first I like to think I was his best.

My cousin and I may be practically sisters but we are very different in many ways. The same could be said for our mothers (except, of course, they WERE sisters). When my Aunt Linda moved in with my dad a few months ago it allowed me to move in with Kristi, saving me a bundle on rent. It soon became clear that things around the house weren't the same with me there instead of my aunt. So what happened when Aunt Linda returned home for a day, supposedly to lay the law down?

This is a fantasy story I have been working on for a while, which has sort of been completed. I have been working on it for quite some time, but as you can tell, it does not yet have a name. I will work on that eventually.

Father Mallory expands the reach of the futa-nuns!

Roleplaying is fun and with Ronny and Josh they have been busy at the office all day; but Ronny has had Josh playing Secretary all day... fine with Josh, who now is on round two of this sexual endeavour with his kinky boss. Ronny has much in store for his ginger twink.

He Had Me Hopping All Night New May 11 All characters in this story are 18+ This story is completely fictional. All acts in this story are fully consensual. This was a story from last month. Some of you might’ve caught it back in April, but I’m posting it for the rest of you

One bar. One look. A night neither of them was ready for. In "The Stain We Left", two strangers lock eyes and end up tangled in sweat, wine, and something dangerously close to obsession. Told in raw, unfiltered dual POV, this story doesn’t fade after the last thrust—it drips, aches, and smolders into the next morning. Her thighs are still slick with him. His mouth still tastes like her. And neither of them is done.