Category: masturbation

Exhibition in San Antonio

It started with a dare. I had been corresponding with a woman in London by email. We had hooked up when she sent me feedback about one of my stories on Literotica, and we began teasing and flirting. She described her sex life as vanilla, but when she learned of my exhibitionist tendencies she didn’t […]

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Wife At The Movies

It was hard not to stare at the three of them standing in front of her. They were tall, tanned, and had great shoulders under their tee-shirts. And, from the look of their hands she was sure she had nice cocks to match. I’d like to ride one of those, she thought. “Excuse me?” one […]

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Whore Night

My wife is petite, blonde, 45 years old and looks mid-thirties. She and I have been married six years and have lived out our fantasies for the last three years. We are constantly making bets and Cherie uses her body as her wager. When she loses five times in a row I win the jackpot, […]

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Tanning Salon With Perks

We live in a college town in Missouri. My husband and I own two small tanning bed salons on each end of the University campus here. We have a pretty steady client business, but it definitely picks up a lot before spring break as everyone tries to get that base tan before they head down […]

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Covered With Cum

It was Saturday night – a few days earlier in the week, Rick asked me whether I wanted to go to the Club that weekend – as it turned out, it was “schoolgirl night,” and anyone dressed as a schoolgirl (knowing the Club, I assume that didn’t only mean women), would get in admission-free – […]

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Coed Virgin and the Glory Hole

The girl looked through the large hole in the wall just in time to see the man pull down his pants and yank on his large erection. He immediately paused at her intake of breath. He turned toward the hole and smiled. Slowly, he guided his large member to the opening of the hole. Panic […]

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Shower Gifts

“Mom,” Brenda yelled from just inside the front door while struggling under a load of wedding shower gifts, “you gotta come and see all of the cool things the girls gave me.” Her mother, still wiping her hands after washing the lunch dishes, caught a falling box that tumbled from her daughter’s arms and replied, […]

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