Masturbation Stories

"I'm not a mind reader," those were the words my mother said to me on my fourth birthday when I didn't get those toy solders I wanted.
Up to then I thought everybody could read minds, no one talked about it but then you don't say I can see or hear either; It was a very confusing time for me.

It's selfish and private. Quiet and alone. Hot and bothered. "I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop."

I'm 35 years old and addicted to interracial sex. It's all Jamal's fault. Until I met him, my sex life was, as they say, "normal"—men with penises between 14 and 18 centimeters long, more or less thick. But when Jamal came along, everything changed.

The students in Mrs. Proudbum's class were all 18 year old graduating students and they were well acquainted with the erotic elements of spirited coupling. The sex-deprived widow had not counted on the devious plans of a pair of twin blonde sisters and a young lad with a need to discover the joys of exploring the kinky desires of mature women rather than dealing with simpering teenagers.

This is a true story of me excited that my children have gone to school. I'm back to masturbating with all of my toys and my Sybian.

Stepsister asks her stepbrother to help cure her addictions with hypnosis.