masturbation stories and histories

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....

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....

'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....

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....

"Kathy? They're ready for you now."
Kathy felt the expected twinge of nerves in the pit of her stomach. She was beginning to wonder, not for the first time, just whether this was really something she was prepared to do. She stood up slowly and walked past the reception desk towards the doorway at the other end of the room. The receptionist who had called her name had returned to work at her computer....

Dear reader,
Here you will find the 4th part of a true diary of a simple ordinary (bisexual? ) guy. I tried to write exactly as it happened. In some places you will find it boring, in other places you will find it exciting, it's up to you to decide which is which. You decide if the common sex life is worth your time....

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting long shadows on the walls. Wet sat on the edge of the bed, her body tense with unfulfilled desire. It was that time of the month, and while her pussy throbbed with need, penetration was out of the question. Instead, she decided to take matters into her own hands, her mind already racing with filthy thoughts. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she began to curse under her breath, each vulgar word fueling the fire burning within h...

Continued from part one...
Tom had finished cleaning up the mess with some tissues and then coated his desk with a heavy spraying of air freshener to kill the scent of cum which he figured anyone would've quickly recognized. He then quickly snuck down the hall to the nearest restroom to flush the tissues and hopefully kill all evidence of what he'd just done. The post-orgasm crash was hitting him simultaneously as rational thought crept back as he realized with horror how bad this could've been if he'd b...

Thomas was in deep shit. Against all odds, he'd made it out of his yesterday's misadventure of boning up at the office undetected. A huge feat, considering the all-out rut he'd got into against his desk at the end, knocking over pens and papers as he'd slammed his hips into his desk. Sure, he'd had to leave work late that day to make sure his subordinates didn't see the huge cum stain on his navy slacks. And sure, he'd had to sacrifice his jacket to cover his lap on the bus ride home. And sure, his brother ...

Dear reader,
Here you will find the second part of a true diary of a simple ordinary (bisexual? ) guy. I tried to write exactly as it happened. In some places you will find it boring, in other places you will find it exciting, it's up to you to decide which is which. You decide if the common sex life is worth your time....

Evie had tuned out the professor a while ago as she ranted about the greater meanings of philosophical naturalism. Though it wasn't that Evie wasn't interested Ms. Taylor could make reading the phone book compelling. Evie simply hadn't been able to cum for the last week; she had no partner to relieve her frustration and the people she usually went to for relief had been either busy or out of town. She had been trying everything she could think of, dildos, plugs, vibrators, and a whole lot of porn but none o...

Natalie was absolutely locked in on the porn we were watching, occasionally narrating some of her favorite parts. "I looooove this part, where she's just droooooling all over that huge dick! Man! Like, how do you drool that much? I don't think I could drool that much?"
"Oooh, watch this part, watch this part! Where she just squirts that fresh load back out of her and into that girl's mouth! Like, what? And then they make out!!! FUCK! So goddamn hot. Promise me we can do that someday?" she turned and aske...

"Two experiments down????????????‍????"
Tom glanced down at his desk and saw the message on his iPhone locked screen. He instantly felt his cock twitch and begin to slowly grow. To the unknowing viewer, that message would seem innocuous minus the smiling devil emoji. But Tom knew otherwise. Instantly his mind ran down a montage of previous racy messages, images and videos ranging from titillating to downright pornographic, and a wild sex-filled weekend from years ago that he still fantasized to this day....

Davo's little fling
Davo woke with a start and confused as to where he was, the room was wrong and noisy, there people all around, someone was holding his hand!
It took a moment, but he slowly remembered, and the nurse placed a thermometer in his mouth.
Davo had been playing oldies rugby a few days earlier, he had dived on a loose ball and clashed heads with another player, resulting in Davo receiving a broken jaw....