We feature both female masturbation (masterbation) and male masturbation stories here.
A typical story will feature either teens, women, lesbians, young men or girls masturbating and exploring themselves for the first time.
Masturbating has been defined as the excitation of one's own or another's genital organs, usually to orgasm, by manual contact or means other than sexual intercourse. Closely akin to our toys section where external stimulus is involved.
Here I am again, sprawled out on this bed in nothing but your large jumper, staring into the abyss of a blank wall. It's funny how the mind can conjure shapes and stories out of nothingness. In this jumper, in this position, I can almost feel you behind m...
Rachel is on her way home from work. She’s excited, as her parcel finally got delivered today. About an hour ago, her neighbour, Stella, texted her that she had accepted it for her from the delivery guy. Good thing that it’s an anonymous parcel. The last...
It was a scorching hot summer day, and I was a typical college girl, lost in my books, not even remotely guessing that her 'Innocent girl' status was about to be impressively upgraded just a few hours later. But get ready for a twist: If you were expectin...
Once again we were recovering from a night of rousing physical activity, seated in our robes on our deck. This night had been shorter than the previous one but was equally as satisfying. “You don’t think I was too aggressive, do you?” Rhonda asked, just b...
I was sixteen years old when I took a book from my sister. We were on holiday visiting family in far North Queensland, and it was the middle of summer, with scorching hot weather. We were bored teenagers walking the streets of a small country town. We vis...
Liv wakes up in the morning, still feeling a bit sleepy. Today is Monday, and it’s the last day of her vacation. She’s lucky that the start of university is on Tuesday for her this year. Her parents have already started working again today, and her younge...
"Oh - I'm not sure I could do that!" That was my first response when my husband Ray told me about it. True, we both liked new experiences and discoveries - but I didn't know if I could do this. "There's no contact at all?" "Correct, that's how it works."...
There I was sitting in the waiting room of the spa hotel. My good friends, Jane and Pete (see my “I found a DVD” series of stories), bought me a Christmas present of a massage here. Eventually, the very pretty receptionist called me through saying my clin...
Jen lay in bed naked. She had just gotten out of the hot tub, dried off, and was still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. With her legs spread, pussy lips puffy, and clit still sensitive, Jen once again lost herself in her teenage memories. Oh, what a...
The trouble with Summer is that the smallest chink in the curtains lets in a blazing shaft of light as soon as the sun comes up. Unfortunately for Susanna, the chink in her room’s curtain, this morning, aligned exactly between the sun and her sleepy eyes....
Jen inserted her key card and heard the familiar click of the door opening. With a sigh of relief, she walked into the fancy but empty hotel room that had been her home for the past week and would be her home for at least one more. She was exhausted from...
My wife and I met a long time ago in a chat room, and quickly became phone sex partners. After a year or so of that, we finally met in person, and another year later we married. We’ve always had a very healthy sex life, but a few years back things slowed...
It started innocently enough with anonymous chats. You and I were both members of an online group of amateur artists, though you were, and still are, far more talented than I could ever hope to be. I liked the mellow vibe of the group; most members weren'...
When Jerry returned home, he sat down and analyzed just what had happened. Erin had given him a delightful handjob, but was that sex? According to Bill Clinton and Erin, the answer was no. If so, no problem. He would take a hand job any day, especially fr...
Carla made her way, quickly, from the pool to the changing cubicles trying, in desperation, to not scratch the burning itch that had interrupted her swim. Safely locked inside her cubicle she pulled aside the edge of her swimsuit and drove her fingernails...
