masturbation stories and histories

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...

*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 fair...

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....

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, howeve...

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 squ...

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 ...

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...

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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 ...

Just a short little piece, more humorous than erotic, but true...
I have three new toys to play with. The first is anal beads in orange protective silicone, a scissor handle at the end. There are ten beads, the size increasing from five millimetres to twenty. I have washed and disinfected them, and ...

Shara waded through the waste high underbrush, the rise and fall of cicadas and thrill of a blackbird unnoticed. Sweat glistened on her forehead, bare arms, and chest, the air hazy from the mid August humidity. The temperature was in the mid nineties but without a breeze seemed much hotter.
It wasn'...

Father Gray sat back in the ancient wooden confessional that flanked the outskirts of the more ancient church. The late morning sun beamed through stained-glass, and little flecks of colored light dusted over his face. Miss Elaine Boggins had been in the confessional for about 30 minutes, discussing...

If you didn't read Chapter 1, that's okay. It's been a little while and I provide a tasteful overview (or hint, of sorts) about what transpired in that one. Enjoy.
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Several weeks passed since that night I confessed some things to Brianna I fully regretted by now. Well, when you know in your hea...

Part Two
Hubby started the car and headed the two miles to home.
He handed the phone to me. "Gotta drive, have fun."
Feeling especially horny, I lifted my skirt and slid my panties off, exposing the tail of my Lush. Using the phone remote, I turned it up to high and rubbed my clit with the tail. I f...

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 sh...

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 spur...

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...

*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 affec...

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....

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...

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 scen...

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 al...

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 we...

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 scen...

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 n...

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 h...

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...

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...

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 n...

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.
N...