masturbation stories and histories

As my name indicates, all of my stories are based in truth and the events have actually happened in my life. That being said, I do want my stories to be entertaining, so I add a little "twist" or "spice" to the reality. I always appreciate feedback and comments at the end. Bonus if you can guess what's "truth" and what's the "twist"....

Susan waited a little downstairs for Mary, thinking to herself, Let Mary sleep in. I haven't finished with Perry or Ann yet. Before they leave the house, she wants them to back her up on what she wants Mary to do.
Mary, in the meantime, had gone to bed with her backside filled with a plug, as after last night she was still gaping. Falling to sleep wondering how it felt sucking Perry, and she actually enjoyed sucking his cock; actually, she thought it was more than that. She was face-fucked. The soreness ...

My wife and I have been married well over 45 years. She is a blond bombshell of a woman that even in her mid 60's sees her getting hit on constantly. After being together so long we have tried pretty much everything you can think of sexually. Or so I thought.
My wife got me a gift last Christmas that was part joke, but also part lets explore. She bought an expensive autostroker for me. I had a fleshlight and we used this in our play but an autostroker was new for me. We played with it a few times figurin...

Susan waited a little downstairs for Mary, thinking to herself, Let Mary sleep in. I haven't finished with Perry or Ann yet. Before they leave the house, she wants them to back her up on what she wants Mary to do.
Mary, in the meantime, had gone to bed with her backside filled with a plug, as after last night she was still gaping. Falling to sleep wondering how it felt sucking Perry, and she actually enjoyed sucking his cock; actually, she thought it was more than that. She was face-fucked. The soreness ...

I want to tell you a story. Put your hand on your cock. Keep it there. See how long you can last.
I lift my shirt slowly, teasing the red lace just enough for your cock to twitch in your hand.
"Been watching these bounce in your head all day, haven't you?"
I squeeze my breasts together, let them spill over, full and flushed....

The lines of the spreadsheet blurred together on the screen, warping the numbers into loops and swoops and the text into garbled letters and spaces. Noelle squinted, leaning forward for a better look. But the problem was not with her eyes. And she knew that. Though the graphs on the monitor didn't get any clearer, the slight shift of her thighs gently scratched the insatiable itch between her legs....

Getting Caught Masturbating
This is a new series I plan on starting. All the characters are over 18.
My name is Kylie, I am a 19-year-old female bbw. I am 5'6 and 255 pounds. I have always been known as the bigger girl, but I don't mind. I have 34 DD breasts that sag and I have huge areolas and nipples, but I think my most redeeming quality is my bush....

Anne eventually managed to get some rest with Perry gently soothing her skin. With Perry doing this and being so tired, Ann managed to fall to sleep. Perry, in the meantime, was restless with his conscience; did he want Ann trapped? What about work for her? Ann's feet couldn't stay like this.
Perry knew Susan is such a manipulative, revengeful bitch. He knew being involved with her would be trouble but for what has happened, he didn't think she would go this far. Mary, he could see, was trapped, and what...

"ANYTHING... for you."
Cameron had never meant something so much.
There was a deep seated pain in his eyes, as if he'd carved his own heart out of his chest cavity himself, presenting his entire life as an offering. Every sunrise and sunset, every long day and sleepless night, every ounce of future potential and every lost opportunity, every birthday and Juneteenth, every dull moment and anniversary; spending all of it with Mia was the only way he wanted to die. The sting on his skin was a badge of ho...

This story was inspired by online conversations with a friend.
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I had seen the advert in the local paper some time ago but never thought much about it and now here it was again.
"Ladies, do you feel there is something missing in your life? Is your life a monotonous daily routine? Isn't it time to be good to yourself? Why not join a select ladies group to explore your potential." This was followed by a mobile number....

The lever told the treads where to go. The treads churned the earth in a narrow path. The path, the treads, the lever, even the hand that pulled the lever did not know the points. The hand led up to a shoulder and a neck, all the way to the head that did not care about the idea of a destination. The hand, a different one, rubbed the temple, scratched the scalp and set the course to cut through a ruined town overgrown with green. There would be salvage there and salvage meant commerce and commerce meant reso...

It was a Tuesday morning and when my alarm went off, blaring away as i rolled over to turn it off, or smash it off the wall. All night i had been tossing and turning trying to get some sleep in the summer heat and broken ac. Rolling out of bed into my slippers i looked outside, not a cloud in the sky, its going to be another hot one i thought as i headed towards the kitchen....

He had been seeing Meg for a while. She had beautiful red hair, a fiery auburn/burgundy mixture. She had a gorgeous hooked nose, thick, plump, pouty lips and piercing eyes. On the right side of her face was a beauty mark to rival Cindy Crawford at her finest. Her body was the perfect shape, healthy, everything a man could want....

Intersecting Orbits
Over the past fifteen years they had gravitated to one another, their orbits intersecting when she had struck the rocks of her relationships with a succession of men ending badly. Outwardly the worst was when he discovered her black-eyed having finally left one jerk. He had helped rebuild her confidence, taken her to concerts, introduced her new sports. Bowling had allowed him fine views of her curves, and her wonderful rear, day trips down the coast etc. Yet there never was any hint ...

12:00 AM
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft, blue glow of a muted TV playing a rerun they've seen a thousand times but never actually watched. The sliding door to the backyard is cracked open, letting in warm, humid air and the distant sounds of summer--crickets, a dog barking, the occasional passing car. Rae sits cross-legged on the floor, one bare leg slowly fanning back and forth. She's in an oversized tank top, hair twisted up, a half-melted popsicle hanging from her fingers....

This is a rewrite; the original was removed because I hadn't clearly discerned that Jodi was age of consent when she first started playing.
I just stepped out of the shower, toweling myself off in front of the mirrored closet door. I like what I see in the reflection; 24, 5'11, more greenish than grey eyes, a 36 25 35 figure; shoulder length wavy, coppery red hair, I keep my bush soft and trimmed....

When Stella picked her up that evening, she couldn't wait to tell her about her day. Jumping into the car, she kissed Stella hello and said,
"You're never going to believe what happened today, Mistress?"
Stella smiled, asking.
"Looks like someone exists. Please tell me what happened, babygirl?"...

Gerald felt his wings flutter as he woke up. It was a habit of his, to bend his back upwards in a battle against gravity and beat with the thin wings, which sat at either side of his spine, a few times before he had even opened his eyes. He was a fairy, his daily activities were different than that of his ancestors just a few decades ago, but a fairy was what he was nonetheless. A fairy living in the concrete jungle, which had just recently come into being, converted from the forest where his kind usually l...

Apologies in advance if this is the wrong category, as I am never quite sure where to put my stories.
John and Helen continue their adventures helped along by John's prowess in his wood shop and this story is one, hopefully of a series, of relatively short scenarios relating John's thoughts and processes of designing and building his fanciful contrivances and their experiences and feelings as they try them out....

"Are you ready?" I asked her and her response was an intense look. And to be fair, that's all that anybody could have done in her position.
"I'll take that as a yes," I announced and moved over to my table. I could feel her eyes on my back, it made my erection twitch a little. I gave it two quick strokes and left it again. A small bead of precum started forming on the tip seeping slowly through the fabric of my white underwear....

*Part 40 of an ongoing story...
"For now, I'm just relieved that it's over," Carrie was saying. "I'm glad we're done."
"Carrie," I said gently, looking up at her from the floor, "we're not done."
"What do you mean we're not done?!" Her words were a mix of worry and excitement.
The reason I was on the floor, after all, was because she'd just squeezed my balls as hard as I could take. Not once, but twice. But by surrendering myself so completely to her, I allayed the jealousy she had been feeling ...

Not a Remote Chance
No way, I thought. What a waste of money. A remote control vibrator? What was he thinking?
Maybe I'll let him play with me at home. But no way would I wear it anywhere else.
My response to his gift?
"No way."
Weeks passed.
He left for the day, sailing with an old friend of his....

Ophelia

The front door slammed shut, my coat, purse, and keys all tumbling onto the hardwood in an uncaring pile.
"Is anyone home?!" I shouted, kicking off my shoes in a desperate scramble, knowing full well that no one was. Silence was the only answer. I had at least a few hours before Nicholas returned from work and the kids from school, meaning the entire house was mine....

Before her eyes opened, before she even knew what time it was, she started rocking her hips against his tongue. She slightly arched her back, pushing into him while letting out a sound that falls between a groan and a moan. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
As her hands started making their way towards his head, his hands softly, yet firmly, held her outer thighs to stop her from moving. She let out a shivered sigh, the cool morning air tingled against her skin, and she could feel his ears and light...

Author's Note: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

'This town in England has its own WILD massage parlour!'
'They do WHAT for massage clients?!'
'They say it's just a spa, but... '
"Oh, for goodness' sake." May closed the browsing window and shook her head wearily. "It's popping up everywhere, Charlie."
Her assistant nodded gravely, though she could tell he was suppressing a smile of amusement. "Perhaps it'll blow over. Internet clickbait, you see it all the time. People might just scroll on past."...

Molten. A glowing, pulsating warmth spread over my skin as I lay, exposed, in the glorious heat of the golden afternoon. All the siren calls of distressed others, clamouring for my last nerve, had drifted away on the warm lilt of zephyrs caressing my barely clad body. Their light, breezy kisses soothed the tension from my muscles and played joyfully in the fine hairs framing my face....

The time was approaching 6 o'clock. Just home from work, I was eating a meatball sub on my balcony. My body smelled of perspiration caused by working under the June sun at the construction site. I spend my days banging nails.
Coworkers occasionally talk over lunch about wives or girlfriends. To those conversations taking place around me I contribute nothing. I've made, albeit unintentionally, a reputation for being a shy loner. I can, however, pretend to like girls, the pretense hiding my homosexuality....

You wake up in bed, expecting it to be empty, but feel warmth radiating from the other side.
What the hell? you think, swatting your arm across the mattress.
Your hand lands on silk; you gently grab it and realize it's covering the body of a woman.
Oh, yes. Suddenly you remember through the bourbon haze that you fucked this girl two hours ago....

Wake up hard as hell, my dick tenting the bed sheet like it's trying to pitch a friggin' camp. I peel off the sheet, strip of the PJs, and stare at the ceiling. It's not even 10, and my room's already an effin' oven, the damp August heat pressing down on me like a horny priest. An old table fan just pushes the hot air around and fills the room with a static hum....