Masturbation

Danny woke up slowly. Like he did, his hand found his dick. As usual, it was swollen and hard. He slowly began to caress his big, foot-long penis while wondering what the day would bring. It was his eighteenth birthday and his mother had promised him a surprise for his birthday, but he couldn’t imagine what it could be.

But only the thought of her made his dick threatening. He recently had some very indecent thoughts about his mother. He was disgusted that he could think about her the way he thought, but he couldn’t help it.

We’ve been seeing each other for a while. Literally, it was as innocent as that. I was passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Even though she knew how I felt, we’ve had lunches free of obligation for months now. A while back we went to various parks and had nice talk. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massage to release tension. I even massaged her. And several times we shared a delicious, but chaste and platonic hug. We both knew there was more to our feelings than these “meetings,” and we each hungered for more in our own way. But we were at least loyal, physically loyal.

I decided to go to the mall to experience my imagination. I decided to get some Ben Carrying wa balls. I love the love balls, they give me enough stimulation to keep me warm and awkward, and if I’m really excited, they can even make me come beautiful without touching myself. I also took my netbook to take notes on how to further develop the Amsterdam story. I sat down in the Starbucks of the mall and ordered a big cappuccino and started thinking about the story and his characters.

My wife (42) and I have been married for almost 20 years and have a wonderful sex life together. Believe it or not, we never cheated on each other. In the past year my wife felt abandoned by the computer revolution and took some basic courses on DOS. I encouraged her to just play with some of the kids, write letters, etc. For her birthday last month, I gave her an Internet account. She could read newsgroups, write email, talk, etc. My wife is a bit of a flirt and I knew very well that as a woman she would get a lot of attention on the internet. That was fine for me, I certainly had my own experiences in the past and after being married for as long as we have, a little distraction, especially if it is limited to an exchange of electrons, is not a bad idea at all.

Wendy waited impatiently for the movie to begin. It was already 15 minutes after midnight and the big girl with breasts was clearly in a bad mood. Her date for the evening had left her, none of her friends were there, and the only resort for entertainment was a lonely midnight movie. She sighed, she leaned back on the scratchy chair when the lights finally dim.

The theatre door opened and closed quickly, blinking a spear of light at the opening curtains. Some dumb guy walked down the aisle. She sat next to Wendy and annoyed the unhappy girl anyway. The theater was almost empty; There was no reason why this woman should only sit one chair away. The pre-movie ads for popcorn and licorice flourished to life and Wendy looked at the newcomer from the corner of her eye.

In the early eighties I worked in this factory that made snacks. At that time all office workers had their own office (ah, the days before cabins were discovered). The accounting, where I worked, was in an extra wing at the back. Because of the sensitive nature of our work, the offices had an outside door that was always locked, then each of our offices had their own doors.

During lunch, my three colleagues always left, to go home or to dinner. I usually ate a sandwich at my desk on the other side. It wasn’t long before I realized I had a lot of privacy at this time. One day I was super horny, my pussy desperate relief. I couldn’t take it anymore and had to do something. Except I locked my office door. Sitting behind my desk… I pulled up my skirt and slipped my panties aside. Nervous, my fingers dipped in my pussy, soon I gave myself a nice seed. I licked my fingers clean and went back to work.

I went home to shower, stayed naked, gave me an iced tea to watch TV and relax. Sister came in in a few low-cut bikini panties. What are you looking at? Nothing, sister. I told her. She sat next to me and started rubbing her tits. I’m so horny, fuck me. She told me. I looked at her funny. I’m tired sister, I told her. She ran her hand to her pussy and rubbed it hard. But my pussy needs a good fuck, I want your dick inside me. Come on, let’s fuck. No, I told you I’m tired, maybe later, sister. Now I need your dick. She told me. I kept watching TV and trying to ignore her. She leaned over and started licking my nipples and ran her hand to my leg to make me horny. Sister, stop it. Then she gave me that pouty look and ran her hand down in her panties. I tried not to look, but I like to watch my sister play with herself. She started rubbing her pussy hard, then picking off her panties and spreading her legs, fine, then I’ll just go off and make a little laugh. Then she started with herself. Put her fingers through her pussy lips, squeeze her nipples, moan while she was staring at me to masturbate. I tried to ignore her, but she knows I like to see her leave. So she started putting on a show for me to make me hard so I would give her a good fuck she needed.

When I left college I had a degree in photography, and I was looking forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count on was that there were at least 20 qualified candidates for each job. And my sex was definitely an obstacle, because they seemed to favor male photographers. I got discouraged and desperate, then I met Tish.

She was a new model and we quickly became friends. She was the one who suggested I take some glamour shots from her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She thought being a woman was an asset in glamour photography. I rented a studio and while Tish dressed up, I put the locker room in jeans and a tee shirt, but it was a completely different Tish coming out. Talking about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lacy panties, a frilly lacy braces belt and high heels shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dangling over her breasts. “Would you like it?” she turned her lips as she crossed the room. You think they’re sexy enough? I whistled out of appreciation. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a smell of sweetness. If I were a man, I’d jump on her. God!

Sometimes you’re incredibly thirsty for sperm, but unfortunately straight people walk around refusing to give it to you. Even if they have enough supplies, they’re greedy and for some macho reason they refuse to let you blow. I overcame this obstacle, and all I needed was a few simple things: alcohol, a hotel room, and porn on TV. In Canada they are much less shy to show porn on TV, so I took my buddy there ten years ago when we were both freshmen at college. We bought a lot of booze and sat in the room drinking when we watched the porn on TV, we both got super horny in the process. Luckily, he didn’t go to the bathroom and he took his stuff from him there. That would have been a shame, and he was definitely horny enough to do it. I think the alcohol made him a little too tired to get out of bed.

Sara was really looking forward to seeing her older brother Steve. She hadn’t seen him in almost two years, and she really missed him. Even though he was nine years older than her 18, they were always close as she grew up before he left home, never to return from college, met and married Veronica and began his own life. Life at home with her parents had become more difficult for her in the past year because she felt more mature than they were willing to admit. She had taken the car they had bought for her, which she wasn’t supposed to drive without a mature driver with a license, but she was pretty sure they wouldn’t call the police and as long as she was driving carefully she wouldn’t get in trouble. She knew the note she left behind would piss them off, but hopefully they would understand and the summer break would be good for them all.