Masturbation Stories

Joy is a relay operator. But what she really wants to do is act. And fuck.

Obviously at the time of this entry I wasn't a "tween" in the sense of being eleven or twelve years old. Actually I'd just turned sixteen. "Tween" in this instance describes the phase of my life between when I first started having sex and when it became more than just me and the boys at school. Sleepovers were something I always loved and none were better than the ones I shared with my very best friend in the whole world - Beth.

A story in the Jake the Esper Universe
This sex education class is hands-on.

Halloween 2024
Emily's mother raised her to be virtuous and pious. But the day after Emily is presented with an award for doing good, 5 days before Halloween, Emily's life is turned upside down. A figure appears in her bedroom mirror that looks exactly like her. The doppelganger not only talks to her, but has some control over her. Emily doesn't know if the doppelganger is real or if she's going insane, but she fears she's turning into the monster in the mirror. Her only hope—discover the mirror's secret.

Same concept as the Line between fiction and reality, even some parts of the text are simply copied, but in this version no women are involved. Maybe I should warn that this will probably too tame for most of you.

Shania had faded out of the public eye until the Super Bowl hafltime performance and then it became readily apparent to everyone that having a baby had been a huge asset for Shania's body and her sexuality. And now you learn the rest of the story.

Every year since I can remember June has meant Vacation Bible School. This year's session proved to be a little more interesting than any in the past when one of the mom's started asking some very pointed questions about me. Well, just shows curiosity may kill the cat but it can also lead to some new experiences with people you least expect.

This is an erotic version of the Christmas story. It is NOT meant to be anything other than a personal theory and work of fiction. If you find this subject matter offensive in any way, do NOT read this story.

Until now, I had no any intention of writing about my mother's passing. The last thing I wanted was to turn her death into some sort of erotic tale and so I've pretty much kept quiet about it until now. Then Valentine's Day arrived and I realized just how much I miss her. This entry is meant as a tribute to most wonderful important woman in the world - my mom.