Masturbation Stories

A new rhythm of work and desire.

In a rundown Kansas City apartment, unemployed Mia pays rent with her body. What begins as voyeuristic window shows for neighbor Caleb escalates when landlord Harlan blackmails her with hidden videos. Coerced submission turns into craving—first private, then courtyard, alley, street, bar. Double-teamed under strangers’ phones and headlights, Mia’s addiction deepens: vulnerability becomes power, shame becomes ecstasy. She begs for more exposure, more claims, until surrender is her only identity.

Home from college, Alex catches his stepmom Lauren grinding on the family Peloton—fingers buried, saddle drenched. One “accident” turns their summer into raw daily workouts: naked spotting, oral while she rides, creampies with Dad nearby, open-garage risks, pegging, foot worship, light choking, and breeding talk that feels dangerously real. Two bikes, a vacation king bed, and constant danger push their addiction to the edge. Will the next pregnancy test change everything?

22-year-old Riley gets caught masturbating in her best friend Katie’s basement guest room by Katie’s hot, salt-and-pepper dad, David. What should be mortifying embarrassment explodes into raw, forbidden heat. Stolen glances turn into secret mutual masturbation, his mouth between her thighs, risky full-night fucks in his bed, daddy kink, panty stealing, and the constant thrill that Katie could walk in any second. She knows it’s wrong… but she can’t stop craving more. How long before they’re caugh

Stories of a country never before seen on earth.

In 1821 Dorchester, gullible but well-endowed Barnaby marries the seductive older widow Delilah. What starts as eager nightly passion turns into cuckold delight when he spies her "fortune-telling" sessions — riding naked gentlemen for coin. Instead of fury, Barnaby grows rock-hard watching. But when his rival Colm claims her too, jealous lust leads to one ball-shattering, scandalous climax. A filthy Regency tale of naive passion, slut wife betrayal, and sticky revenge.

Although I am 18 years old, everyone calls me Billy the Kid because I am hairless and my white body is free of hair, and many people do not believe my age.

I hate doing Laundry, but after this, I might have a new appreciation for the laundry mat!

Uncooperative towel leads to an impromptu group grope and interesting sex with brand new friends and old. Creating a new trick.