masturbation stories and histories

Mike was quietly researching a new camera lens he's had his eye on for several months when Carrie abruptly opens the door and walks in authoritatively. She just returned from the gym, her favorite place, still glistening with sweat, chalk visible on her hands and upper chest from the barbell. Her shirt was off and hanging from waist of her silkies (very short nylon running shorts), exposing her abs and impressive shoulders and her NoBull sports bra, beautifully containing--yet hinting--at her body underneat...

December or Bust: Chapter 6 - December 1 st

Luna slumped back on her bed. She let out a few gasping, ragged breaths. This was... pure torture...
She reached down, and tried to gently massage her aching balls, grunting as all she got for her trouble was a slightly more intense pang, and a thick spurt of precum which quickly soaked through her panties....

December or Bust: Chapter 5 - November 23 rd, Part 2

For the first time in weeks, Amelia was spending the evening in her room.
She was sitting at her desk, computer open, with an assignment loaded up and ready to work on... and in the hour that she'd been sitting there, she hadn't read a word of it. Like Isaac, she couldn't stop replaying the encounter from yesterday over and over in her head. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered how needy he'd looked, how easy it would have been to fuck him, and ...

*PING*
My phone alerts me of a notification through my headphones during my set of squats. 'Fuck i forgot to switch my ringer off' i think to myself in frustration as the notification interrupts my motovational gym playlist. I continue my set, before instinctively checking my phone to see what affected my focus midset....

December or Bust: Chapter 4 - November 23 rd, Part 1

Amelia's breath came quick and ragged as she worked her hand up and down her cock.
"Ngghh... fuck... I seriously can't do this heeeere..."
The hot water from the showerhead sprayed against her pale, muscular back as she looked around desperately. Nothing but empty white tile all around... but Amelia knew that could change in a heartbeat....

December or Bust: Chapter 3 - November 14th

Stacy reclined on her bed, scrolling through Instagram on her phone. It was already dark outside, and with no roommates in the immediate vicinity to tease and torture, she was wrapped up in a blanket and relaxing. Although that didn't mean that she wasn't thinking about what to do to make her friends' November even more difficult......

Chapter 1 -- Player 2 has entered the game
Orientation day on campus was framed with the warmth of a late summer's day. The campus was alive, students lounging on the grass in their groups, others running from one end to the other, desperately hoping they were heading to the right building. The scent of freshly cut grass, freshly made coffee and anticipation filled the air....

December or Bust: Chapter 2 - November 6th

Amelia groaned as she settled back on the couch, dumping her gym bag on the floor. She, Luna, and Isaac were all gathered in their apartment's living room, unwinding after a day of college. Amelia wiped the sweat from her brow, before spreading her arms along the back of the couch, and crossing her legs. She'd been out later than her two roommates, hitting the gym to try and blow off some steam. The session had been so brutal that she hadn't even bothered to...

Our relationship wasn't remotely sexual. We didn't even acknowledge anything sexual existed. At least until this moment.
We were colleagues. Well, technically, he was my boss, and about 10 years older, but it was rare he pulled the "boss card." We had our projects, and he delegated, but he always went out of his way to make it more of a partnership....

Chapter 1 -- Player 2 has entered the game
Orientation day on campus was framed with the warmth of a late summer's day. The campus was alive, students lounging on the grass in their groups, others running from one end to the other, desperately hoping they were heading to the right building. The scent of freshly cut grass, freshly made coffee and anticipation filled the air....

This is, of course, a standalone story, but it slots into my other tales somewhere after "Clean Slate" and "The Girl In The Green Dress." It's only very loosely connected to either of those, though. I'm entering this in Lit's annual Nude Day Contest, which asks us all to celebrate the power that a naked body can have. I hope you enjoy it! Please read all the Nude Day entries and grace your favorites with five stars....

Arriving early the next day, Susan knocked. Rushing, Mary came to the door looking flushed. Susan asked if she was ok. Mary said, 'I'm fine; just got out of bed.' Mary had been quietly rocking herself on the dildos and was building to a climax when Susan arrived.
Going into the kitchen, Susan made herself a coffee while Mary got ready for work....

That night Mary stripped off and ran her hands over herself. Admiring herself. She had to admit she was hot. Gravity-defying tits, sensitive as well. Her clit was big, though, and she was hoping it didn't get any larger.
She was getting more frustrated. Feeling so naughty, Mary walked into her lover's room to spend some time earning the points so that she can be fucked hard when the femsuit arrives....

Alanna led a life of letters. She spent her days at her writing pedestal, emerald eyes following the movement of her quill from beneath thick brows and full lashes as she scratched out reams of transcription. Self-possessed and studious, she kept her dark hair bound up in a bun and her body bound up behind billowing robes. Her movements were measured, her round face impassive, and the corners of her full lips were turned ever upward in a subtle smile--the only outward sign of just how much pleasure it gave ...

At forty-thousand feet in the sky, with the hum of powerful engines reverberating throughout the cabin, Shalini slept with her head tilted to the side. "X-men: origins" played in the entertainment console, the faint sound of James McAvoy screaming escaped out of the earphones now draped around her neck at an awkward angle. The seat-belt signs came on with a soft chime. A tall blonde air-hostess made her way through the rows of passengers, instructing people on either side her to prepare for landing, in an a...

Toys
As a male, I am writing this to encourage toy play if you love sex.
If you are like me, you enjoy sex in a variety of ways or you are curious. When I got married a friend gave us a gag gift that had 25 different sex toys in a box. We had a good laugh because, well, it was embarrassing and funny....

I stumbled across a skimpy kind of kinky sheer mesh black bra with gold clasps in the back, front and at the shoulder strap connections laying on the counter in our master bathroom. The sheer mesh would make it so the entire breast and nipple of the wearer would be visible behind the silky fabric.
Now the reason it caught my eye and came to mind is that we haven't had sex in months. In fact, many months ago she had shared how she's always hated sex, never had a good relationship with sex, didn't enjoy it...

(In the ancient Aztec empire, in what is now the state of Guerrero, Mexico.)
I followed behind my aunt and my sister, Zaniyah, along a narrow path thru the forest. In my bag I carried candles, a simple shell bracelet, and the outfit I wore on my honeymoon, an outfit I hadn't worn in five years.
My sister and aunt had been quiet about the nature of the upcoming ritual. They said it was an old secret of the woman of the village. Mostly forgotten after the conquest....

For days after that night, Professor Richardson couldn't focus on his work. His mind kept drifting back to the images he'd seen of Lisa on his screen. His slutty student. Every time he saw her in his class, he had to fight the urge to stare at her chest. She sat in the front row focused on the board, completely oblivious to his lustful thoughts. He was captivated by the subtle way she'd twirl her hair round her fingers whilst she was thinking. The memory of her naked body writhing in pleasure was an obsessi...

I thought I'd continue this diary because... why not?
Saturday January 4th 2025
In the evening, before going to bed, I caressed my nipples, and when I massaged my penis a few times, I ejaculated.
Monday January 6th 2025
I ejaculated in my panties, sitting at the desk, with minimal touches of my penis through my pants....

The sun had long since bled into the horizon, leaving only a bit of orange smudged across the fields of Louisiana as Beau Thorne eased open the creaking door to his farmhouse. His boots, dust-caked and worn at the soles, thudded heavily against the floorboards. The house smelled like old wood, sweet tobacco, and faint cologne soaked into the grain --remnants of a man who never quite washed away his sins, just rearranged them. He unbuttoned his shirt with slow fingers, each snap glinting in the amber light a...

Giving myself pleasure was the last thing on my mind today.
Ever since I got back from a short trip abroad in April -- which now feels like it happened years ago, even if the calendar disagrees -- all I've been thinking about is this strange emptiness. A quiet kind of weight that follows me through the day, pressing on my chest without ever fully announcing itself. Time passes. I go through the motions. I do the things that are expected, or at least the ones that make me look present. But underneath it a...

All characters portrayed in this story are 100% fictional, any resemblance to any existing people is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are over the age of 18.
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Professor Sarah Carter was extremely excited to hear that her university was receiving a rare artifact recovered from a dig site in Greece. Apparently, it dated all the way back to the 5th century B. C. It was a statue, perhaps about 3 feet tall and pure m...

This story revolves around sisters, Jane and Sarah. They had been brought back together by misfortune. Jane had recently divorced and Sarah was widowed. Both in their fifties and without significant amounts of money to call on, they lived together. The house Jane had lived in, was sold as part of the divorce settlement. Her half was added to the remains, of the life insurance payout Sarah had received. They lived quietly in Sarah's two bedroomed bungalow on the edge of town....

I open the bedroom door to find you exactly where I instructed you to be, on your knees at the foot of the bed, eyes downcast. I walk into the room, closing the door behind me before locking it. Of course, the little whimper of hope that you let out as I turn towards you doesn't escape my notice.
"Hmm, good boy," I moan softly as I stalk towards you....

It was a beautiful, hot, sunny day and I was in my garden doing a little weeding and watering, when I caught a glimpse through the crack in the garden fence. My new neighbour, Amanda. She and her partner had moved in a few weeks ago and I'd said hello but not seen them much since. He seemed ok, but she was friendlier and outrageously sexy. In her mid 20s probably. Really pretty with sparkling eyes and full lips, and the body... not super slim but the curves of her hips, bum and particularly breasts were sen...

2:07 AM, another dead Sunday night shift bleeding into Monday morning oblivion. Just me, working dispatch, my headset leaving a permanent dent in my hair, and him, Tony, the guard, supposedly patrolling the empty halls but mostly just parked at my desk, killing time like it personally offended him. The silence in the security office wasn't just quiet; it was thick, stagnant, reeking of stale coffee and boredom, broken only by the low hum of the monitors and the endless, mindless clicking of our scrolling....

Jonathan often played at his aunt Linda's house since he was little. The reason he always wanted to go to his mother's sister's house was that there were lots of entertainment systems there, from game consoles of various eras to other audio-visual devices. This condition was very different from his home, where he is prohibited from having his own gaming machine....

At 7:30 AM, clad only in her bra and panties, Aimee stood in the bedroom of the penthouse trying to decide what to wear for her shopping trip with Meagan. As she looked at the selection of clothing she had gathered from her apartment the day before, it struck her that she really did not have many outfits that did not clearly proclaimed to all who made the effort to even notice, that she was an uninteresting, unadventurous, working girl....

My wife is a very sexy 30 year o! d woman. We have been married for 6 years and we have a great sex life. She has an incredible sex drive and is open to almost anything. Both of us had an active sex life before we met and had each had our own moments of exploration. I knew that she had tried many things before we met, including girl on girl sex, m/m/f, and f/f/m sex. With each of us having had a great sex life before we met, it only seemed to add to our current sex life together. She always seems to be in a...