masturbation stories and histories

Please note that everyone mentioned in this true story is at least 18 years old.
Hello, my name is Georgina Howard, and this is a story about that one fateful night when my life turned upside down. This all started about a year ago. I, 34, had my son James, 18, when I was 16. I got pregnant at a friend's party, and the dad was a couple of years older, about to head off to college after the summer, so he was never in the picture. I had to drop out of school, and luckily, my parents offered to help me rais...

Mary phoned Susan, trying to keep her panic under control, and pleaded with Susan to come round after work and said, I'm really worried; Toyland are threatening to sue me.
Susan said, Of course I will. Mary explained Toyland was going to sue her for damaging its property, and she needs to see Susan as soon as possible....

What if your local sex shop came with a tour guide... and a slow burn sexual awakening?
Welcome to a boutique adult toy store tucked between bakeries and bus stops in Belgrade's Zeleni Venac. It's discreet, clean, surprisingly cozy and fully stocked with everything from silicone pocket pussies to red dragon dildos. But the real secret weapon isn't what's on the shelves. It's Iva....

Following their first descent into intimacy, Tex and Tina were quite hungry. They had already satiated their carnal, lusty desires. Now it was time to solve hunger. She deferred to his decision-making. As a single mom, struggling to make ends meet and somehow still finding a way to make it happen, she often had decision-making fatigue. She liked how much in charge he was; however at the same time, he gave her options and made sure she was included in the decision-making. Tex also had the luxury of being the...

I'd been out of work for a few months since my site shut down. I'd been looking, applying, and interviewing. It was tough out there. So when I got the interview invite, I was psyched!
I had applied to so many jobs. I didn't know it was your company when I submitted my resume. We used to fuck before we found our significant others. For years, we were friends with benefits; trying out new kinks, having fun, exploring pleasure. After we each found our partner, we stayed in touch. Sometimes, we'd share eroti...

On December 21st, at 2:30 pm, Matt got hit by a Chevy Suburban, and paralyzed.
Matt was 48 at the time, and was enjoying life to the fullest. Then one day while running a short errand on his one year old Buell City Cross motorcycle, a road-rage driver ran Matt over, rolling a five thousand pound vehicle's wheels over his back, destroying his spinal cord, breaking all his ribs, and pushing them through his lungs....

On December 21st, at 2:30 pm, Matt got hit by a Chevy Suburban, and paralyzed.
Matt was 48 at the time, and was enjoying life to the fullest. Then one day while running a short errand on his one year old Buell City Cross motorcycle, a road-rage driver ran Matt over, rolling a five thousand pound vehicle's wheels over his back, destroying his spinal cord, breaking all his ribs, and pushing them through his lungs....

In a sleepy café, Elise dares to type out the desires she's never spoken aloud -- fantasies fueled by steamy TV scenes, stolen glances, and long, aching nights under her own fingertips. She's bi-curious, hopelessly imaginative, and hungry for more than just caffeine. A raw, sensual journey into secret pleasure, fearless daydreams, and the bittersweet beauty of loving yourself first....

Author's Prologue
This story is part 2 of the series "The Wagers". It picks up immediately after part 1, The Hearing. It could be read as a stand-alone story, but the events described in The Hearing inform the characters' thoughts, actions, and feelings in this story.
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My boyfriend and I left the courthouse together. My law firm's offices are in a skyscraper three blocks north of the courthouse; his law firm's offices are two blocks to the south. We gave each other a quick, publicly approp...

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 ...