Masturbation Stories

After a mishap during the testing of a new drug designed to help women have an orgasm, Maria has become terribly nymphomaniacal - she can't get enough sex! Doomed to stay in the lab for her (and humanity's) sake, she is lonely and very sexually deprived. Until Adam, a new lab tech comes along...

Old fellah gradually collects some friends to share his interests in sex, diving, boating and mushrooms. They include a formerly hot young chick with a grandfather fetish who is now an old chick, a very well brought up Catholic girl, now exploring all sorts of new and exciting experiences, an old diving buddy with an interesting past, and some neighbours with their own secrets. As the story develops, the personal histories of the characters emerge. Various adventures follow.

Eddie is in a new school and looking for further sexual adventures. He meets Joan, a classmate and they begin a relationship, starting out with kissing and eventually advancing to mutual loss of virginities.

Margaret Mitchell seduced her eighteen-year-old son Tom into playing at sex with her. They thought it was a very private relationship until Margaret’s daughter, Sara, walked in on them. After learning a rather intimate detail about her mother and brother’s relationship, Sara started questioning her relationship with her boyfriend, Eddie.

Teased and tantalized by his niece and her BFF during a baseball game, Robert is especially shocked when the Kiss Cam proves that they are in earnest. Oh, and he gets to fuck three more women than that, including a concession clerk, his girlfriend, and his own sister.

A Freya Cycle Story
Rebuilding is not easy. When one loses their way sometimes a teacher will appear. See what Brett Hogan learned when he met his. Read Way of the Warrior, a companion story to Freya.

Our daughter was injured playing volleyball, and required surgery. For the first week of recovery, she needed an adult present at all times. But then my wife's sister had a heart attack, and it was up to me to nurse my daughter back to health.

This would probably be our last family holiday, after this year, my sister Heather and I would go our own way. Dad had booked us into a small family hotel on the south coast, for a week of sun and sand. Because money was tight, Heather and I were sharing a room again like we had before Dad had converted the attic space into an extra bedroom. I got an extensive lecture from Mum about respecting Heather's privacy.