The shower is hot and as I soap myself in I get wet with anticipation about what will follow soon. My bullet vibe is on the edge of the tub and when I am finished washing, I position myself so that the shower hits my pussy and I reach for my bullet vibe. I cue up one of my favourite fantasies and turn the vibe on. A few minutes later I am coming, gasping and shuddering. (more…)
“This isn’t going to hurt a bit,” she whispers in my ear.
I know she is lying, but I don’t care. The thought of being hurt sends shivers down my spine. Shivers of excitement. (more…)
“Don’t touch yourself,” Gary said before he left. “Don’t masturbate when I’m away, no matter how horny you get. I will reward you for it when I get home. It will be worth it, I promise.”
Fool that I am, I agreed to it. I didn’t think it would be hard; after all, I don’t masturbate that much and he was only going to be away for a week. How hard could it be? (more…)
This is a continuation of last week’s sexy Masturbation Monday story. You can read this as a stand-alone story, but why not treat yourself to both hot tales?
I had had a hard time concentrating on my work the next day. The librarian looked up when I came in, a smile on her lips. She was wearing a name tag today – Katy. Her name wouldn’t leave my mind all morning and my cunt flooded with anticipation. (more…)
Blogging is going slowly these days, I have a lot of personal stuff going on. As it has been a while since I posted some fiction, here’s a little story from me, which taps into my interest in voyeurism. If you enjoy erotic fiction, check out my fellow Summer 100 bloggers E.T. Costello and May Moore. (more…)
If you are a regular reader of my blog, it won’t come as a surprise when I say that I love masturbating. I used to do it covertly, waiting until hubby was away and even then I would do it under the covers. Since becoming more sex positive, I have become more open about my masturbation, something that doesn’t bother hubby at all. I am not as bold as Krystle though and I don’t masturbate next to my sleeping husband, although come to think of it, I have done that once or twice. But I’d be horrified if he woke up and caught me. (more…)
I stood in front of the mirror and surveyed myself. The new set was gorgeous: deep red sheer flowing top with slits for my breasts to peek out and a matching string which was more string than cloth. It was silly, really, to dress up like this when the clothes never stayed on my body long, but I loved to parade around the room in them. And this latest set was the best I had ever looked. (more…)