Clitoral masturbation Stories

I had just awakened from a steamy dream, which seemed so real, and was the kind of dream I love to have. You know how sometimes you can remember a dream right after you wake up, and that's what happened to me. It was so unusual to remember all the details of such a sexy dream, that I just wanted to write it down and share it. My dream started with me lying on the bed, but there were no covers, just the sheet under me. Tha...

Sally didn't always sleep through the night. She usually woke up a few times, and some of those times, she'd awake a little horny, often due to a racy dream that had just ended. On those nights, she always remembered what hubby said, “Wake me if you need anything. Just grab my dick and do what you need to wake me, and I'll be happy to fool around,” so she often did just that. And he loved it when she woke him, and they al...

Domino slowly soaps her naked body up in the shower; she washes and conditions her hair. She then shaves her legs and pussy, leaving just a triangle of trimmed pubic hair above her labia. She steps out dripping wet, grabs a towel, and wraps it around her body. She blow-dries her hair and does her make-up, applying ruby red lipstick and some powder foundation. The towel drops to the floor, and Domino slips feet into blue s...

“Get Brook’s business, whatever you have to do, Amy. Even if you have to sleep with him.” These words from her boss, Miranda Kerr resonated with Amy Parkes. It had been a bad year at the Mirage ad agency. They were massively down on in the first two quarters and probably looking at redundancies if things didn’t pick up. Rick Brooks could be their saviour. He was the General Manager of a multi-million-dollar fast-food rest...

1: James = The school stroll, not in a Chelsea tractor but on Shanks' pony, is a daily routine for many living close to their local school. I’m a useful grandad, collecting Danny a couple of days each week from the infants' school. Well, it stops me from being lonely, my dear Chrissie having passed away four years ago. Since then, I’ve downsized to a nice ground-floor garden flat in an old Victorian house, but the silence...