masturbation stories and histories

The "Meet the Girls" is meant to be a very short, smut story to show the character. The females in these stories are the same characters in the series "College Stuff". These stories follow the characters in College Stuff where the main character Mack never went to college (and so never met). The stories take place roughly adjacent to the time they were introduced into the story in "College Stuff". I hope these short stories give insight to the characters' personality and wants....

I was fifteen minutes into the session and hadn't said a single thing worth saying.
She sat across from me, notebook resting on her thigh, legs crossed just above the knee. That pantsuit didn't just fit. It clung. Tailored, dark, sharp. Professional if you glanced. Dangerous if you looked twice. Her blouse dipped just enough to raise questions. Glasses perched perfectly. Hair in one of those loose buns that looked like it would unravel if you pulled just right....

I received a large box at my door, one rainy night just after moving into my new place. I happily opened the box expecting to see my new soccer balls, but I didn't. What I found was a variety of dildoes, vibrators, and exotic sex toys. There was no name on the package and the address was smeared. I was shocked and knew this was a mistake, so I taped it back up and set it in my closet....

I think I created a monster. No, I know I did.
A few days after we had our "You show me yours, I'll show you mine" episode. K called and asked if I might come over to her place as she just got a delivery and wanted me to help her unbox. Naturally, I said I'd be over in a few minutes as I had to shower. She told me to bring my bag of toys....

So a week has now past and I am packing my bag with magazines, the soft aroma assaults my nostrils as I remove them from their drawer, that smell of well spunked paper. I feel a slight tingle in my balls as I handle my girls as I call them. I have decided to visit alone this time, no reason except I just want to experience it all alone....

As I drove up the drive I was astonished by the magnificent building, deep in the countryside. The owner holds these events fairly regularly, apparently. This was my first time. A couple of friends told me about it, suggesting I would enjoy all the happenings.
The owner, Terry, holds a camera club at this house approximately every other month. A club with a slight difference. It is a glamour photography weekend. He hires, usually two, glamour models, that the photographers can direct -- poses, clothing, ...

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This story was originally written to be published in the Illustrated Stories category, but because of changes to the site's policy regarding artwork, I am publishing it in Toys & Masturbation without the artwork included instead. You may read more about the policy change regarding artwork in the The Visual Artists Corner in the forums....

My cheek pressed against the rug. Cool. Smelling faintly of sandalwood and sex. My pulse hammered in my throat like it wanted to break free, crawl to her, worship her in its own rhythm.
Betty didn't speak for a moment. She didn't need to. Silence was her scalpel, carving the air into obedience.
I felt James shift behind me. Felt Rita's breath stall. The room had tilted--the centre of gravity dragging hard toward the woman in white....

Message from the author: Hi everyone! Sorry it's been so long. I've been on a writing tear recently and I figured that this part of the story can be uploaded while I get the other parts ready. This is a little under 2k words of what happens right after the events of the last chapter of His Best Student....

I wanted to try and challenge myself and not cum for 30 days while taking some supplements to increase the size of my load to see how big it would be. It wasn't easy, but I made it through the 30 days without any accidents or wet dreams and once the time came, I was so horny with my cock constantly hard all day long. I played with some prostate toys first and they all felt fantastic....

The next day, I remember waking up earlier than usual, filled with anticipation. Would I meet him again in the bus? Would he do more than just tantalize me with his fingers? What about him? Could he be looking forward to our meeting too?
All night I had kept dreaming about those fingers lazily sliding over my wet lips, spreading them apart, going in and out. Pressurized circles over my clit. In my imagination he was biting the spot between my neck and shoulders, licking it, kissing it. Unsurprisingly, I ...

I have a friend. Her name is Karen, "K" for short. We have a nice, platonic relationship. We've known each other for about twenty years and never, in all those years, have never kissed nor touched each other. Not that she isn't good-looking or well-built, on the contrary, she has a killer figure with forty-inch tits and a tight little ass. Her face isn't beautiful but she's no beast. You get used to it after a while. I've never seen Karen with either a man or a woman. I've always considered her asexual. I'v...

The couple added me to a group chat through one of those common social media apps I regularly use, same as 2 billion monthly active users. I'd only ever been online acquaintances with them, casually chatting here and there over the past couple of years, nothing more. We have often engaged in casual conversations about random topics like books and maybe lightweight political scandal opinions, but mostly funny videos to laugh about....

Hi! I'm writing this story because I'm still hard and want to cum, but also because I'd love to know if anyone else has any similar experiences.
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My name is Daniel, I'm 19, and today I jerked off in the woods.
It started off as a fairly normal summer Saturday -- I grabbed coffee with some college friends in the morning, came home and did some household chores in the early afternoon, and then decided to go on a bike ride. I grabbed my bike from the garage and headed out. Typically, I take a right ...

"This is the weirdest demo I've ever tried in my life. I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Rachael glared at the dark cylinder.
"I didn't talk you into shit," Hannah said in her rough voice. "And you won the toss."
"I'm still blaming you if this goes wrong."
"Wimp. Stop stalling."
Rachael stuck her tongue out at Hannah, but looked over at the device. Quiescent, it was a rounded post that looked like a smooth, small, dark dildo. It was translucent and not exactly sparkly, but it reflect...

My name is Ally. I work as a junior project manager at an ad agency in London. Our head office is in New York, but mostly we operate independently. Every once in a while we work on a joint project and I get to work with people I don't see every day. I love these projects because it keeps things fresh and makes me think my dream of one day working in New York might come true. If I impress people over there with my work then who knows?...

The Call of Her Wild
She secretly added one night to her work trip ... She needed this. A mom of two teens, a full time career as household breadwinner, with much responsibility both at home and at the office, carrying most of the weight of child rearing with a husband who was not engaged much with any of them....

Makayla and Daniel went back and forth about her nudes that week.
It wasn't an argument but teasing, really. He had called her that next day, after she had gotten out of class to ask how she liked her gifts. She was thankful of course and made sure to tell him this as soon as possible.
Then she asked why he wanted her to send naughty photos. She knew they were dating and that was normal but he also was her boss. She didn't know if it was a good idea for either of their careers....

I arrive at my apartment complex all hot and bothered... the woes of being a shifter. There aren't many shifters out there, so it's a little known fact that we need to please both feminine and masculine halves that occupy us. Coming to completion with one half means the other half received all that fun with no outlet. And the more it's denied that release, the more insufferable it gets. Ultimately the body enters a constant state of war until the other half is released from its forced abstinence....

Every desire has its Genesis in circumstance. For Cathy, that occurred shortly after her 18th birthday, when, searching through her brother's cupboard for the umpteenth time, she found a stack of magazines hidden away that she had not seen before.
She should not have been searching, but after both her mother and brother left her alone with her father on the farm, she did anything she could to overcome the daily tedium. She pulled the magazines out and sat on his bed to page through....

The bugs were loud in this part of town.
Technically, Maya wasn't in town anymore. When she left the coffee shop, she drove out past the gated neighborhoods and big commercial farms that surrounded her sleepy little college town. After what felt like miles of wheat, the trees got closer to the sides of the road until they towered over her tiny blue hatchback....

This is my first attempt at writing a story, I got the idea to write this story as i laying on top of the cow shed in my bikini top and shorts as the suns soaks my slightly reddish skin, but unlike the story I'm not able to remove any further clothing.
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Growing up on a farm my summers consisted work, work and more work. Tending to the cows and chickens or with me being only girl at home, helping mom around the house. So when Dad and my brothers go away for the day, i get to relax and take it easy...

*Three months later...*
Sunscreen? Check. Sunglasses? Check. Beach towel? Check.
Vacation? Hardly.
Time for another work trip.
Only this time, it's going to be significantly warmer, and for this girl that means some significant pool time - hopefully - if the meeting schedule allows.
It'd been a fairly uneventful 12 weeks or so. The day after my mind-blowing masturbation session was routine. Our meetings went well, dinner was nice, and both Chase and I were quick to bed to catch early flights....

My friend leans forward. 'So you slept with young women first?' she's interested, finally.
I grin. 'Until my late teens.'
Honest to the Gods, if they're listening. I didn't truly fuck anyone else than women until I was nineteen.
See, Mom had me as a teen. And I don't mean 'she just scraped in' teen. I mean minor. It made life for us tough, but she's still my best friend. Still, I can't mention sex to her. Her religion too deeply ingrained, although she didn't pass it into me....

Finding Dildo

"Oh darn it!" she exclaimed. "Where did I put that dildo?"
Christy was rummaging through her closet, looking for something she hadn't needed for a couple of years. After the sudden death of her husband, Ted, she had lost her appetite for anything sexual. In the last few months, however, she was feeling a surge in her hormones. Moreover, she was starting to feel again, after the years of emptiness that had kept her concealed from the rest of the world....

This piece contains reflections on early experiences of curiosity, intimacy, and identity. It is told through the lens of adult memory and explores formative moments with care and honesty.
I hesitate in the conversation with my friend over coffee.
'Just like babies,' she says, laughing, 'as they squeeze a cloth nappy between their legs.' She's a lot older. Old enough to remember cloth nappies....

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental....

I've been a solo orgasm chaser since my first conscious memory.
My mother even dragged me to the doctor once, just to check if I was "normal." Turns out? I just had a super healthy sexual appetite.
I've grown up since then--had my fair share of guys, toys, a few ladies. Long-term relationship. Kids (having them, raising them, nothing else, not that kind of confession, folks). Life....

I woke up in an unfamiliar place and my pussy was on fire. Whatever dream I was having must have been full on because one of my pillows had made its way between my legs and I was humping it. I was only wearing a tight pair of lycra bike shorts and could feel a wet spot forming in my shorts. The seam in the bike shorts was hitting my clit just right with each hump. I could not remember the last time I had been this turned on. My hips could not stop their rhythm, and I brought my hand to my aching nipples....

This is a work of fiction. All characters are above the age of 18. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
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It was late at night. The blinds weren't drawn in the living room and some old movie was playing on the television. I was sat on the couch but wasn't paying attention to any of it. I was too busy concentrating on my ph...