Masturbation Stories

Jody was wearing very sheer pantyhose. But over the pantyhose, a white garter belt and long dark brown stockings contrasted sharply against her skin. Her panties had loose, flared legs and were a wisp of see-though nylon with a lace pattern suggestively enhancing her curves. She turned slowly before us and walked into the dining room to add brandy glasses to her tray.

Sue has a chance to play in a local theater group. The part requires simulated fucking with the attractive male lead. This is the story of how Sue and her husband deal when pretend sex slips into deep and thrilling penetration.

Bill and Missy have just married and when Missy asks Bill to fuck her and give her a new baby, they succeed. Now, three months into her pregnancy, Missy is starting to show and Bill finds her so sexy he can't keep from fucking her. They both enjoy their new state of expectancy.

It was my birthday and I had received the Digital Camera that I had requested but Jill, my 15-year-old sister was bugging me to take some picture of her.

When a young woman, who has been having a tough time meeting a decent guy, acquires a stalker who sends her packages of bondage lifestyle attire and requests exhibitionism from her, she acquiesces, both out of curiosity and being turned on. The game continues, and the requests become more outrageous, until the unexpected happens. Is it romance? Or more sinister?

Changing Dynamics is a series of short stories about first time incest, which leads to a change in the dynamics of family. In the first story, a virgin gets a special graduation present from Mom. In the second story, a whore is born. Third story has a married woman's brother creating incestuous videos. Final story has a daughter teasing her Dad until the tables get turned.

I find an unexpected surprise on a pleasant afternoon bicycle ride.

Now taking pictures of J was always a pleasure even if she was holding a cat in her arms, and, of course, by now, she was used to me pointing my cameras at her. As it was her day off, she was dressed quite casual in a longish skirt and a blouse, no bra of course for, by now, I suspect she didn't even own one and for sure she never ever wore one.

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.