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Masturbation Monday 179

More Erotic Fiction For Masturbation Monday.

(I’m hoping as I practice my stories will improve, however slowly. I enjoy the process so I’ll keep posting when I can.)


I laid down on the bed my head throbbing from looking at the screen. I’d been writing all day, writing about sex and sex related themes. I didn’t feel very sexy even though I was wearing my favorite comfy Bond’s undies with the bright pink stripes. They always made me feel good, maybe not sexy in the way lace makes me feel but comfortable in my body type sexy.

I flopped back onto the pillow and closed my eyes. Ideas kept popping into my head. One minute I’d be thinking of one thing the next I’d remember something I forgot to do. I was working on a piece of erotic fiction and writing an article to “improving your sex life.” Porn was going to be one of my suggestions and also trying fantasies. Hmm fantasies, I thought. Maybe I should practice to make sure the advice I’m giving works. It seemed to work last time I had an orgasm when I was thinking about doing unspeakable things. Things I’d seen my boyfriend watching on porn. My hand absentmindedly crept down towards my stomach, tickling my skin lightly on the way.

In my mind I could picture her, she looked just like I did only a few years ago. Back when I had a good body. Two men were there both wanting to please her, to please me. One was feeling my body and sucking on my nipples while the other went down on me. My hand reached down and slid under the elastic of my striped underwear as I thought about it some more. I imagined for a moment the man going down on me was my boyfriend and the one at my breasts a stranger we had picked up somewhere for the occasion.

I stroked myself gently trying to feel everywhere. I felt the wetness inside me as I parted my lips picturing my man holding them apart and licking between them. His other hand pushing his finger inside me touching the right spot. The other guy massaged my body softly everywhere else and looked at me with hungry eyes. In my mind I thought I could give him a little action. After I got to the next level of course. I kept going until I was almost panting.

I imagined being turned over. Both men spanking me on the butt before my man takes me for himself. Pushing himself into me the other guy rubs his hands over me and moves towards my mouth with his big hard cock. I rub myself as I imagine what I would do next. I’d never had a threesome before and the idea was very tempting. I took hold of this guy’s cock and put my lips around it, taking it in while my man fucked me from behind. Reaching for my breasts he felt my entire body on the way. He kept thrusting into me, harder now that I had another cock inside my mouth. My fingers went deeply inside as I imagined being rode, while I sucked this strangers cock in my minds eye.

My drawers next to me had my favorite vibrator ready to go. What the hell I thought and reached over to open the drawer. Relieved I’d charged it, I turned it on placed it, over my magic spot buzzing away. Reaching over again to get some lube I squeezed some of the sticky cold goo onto my hand and smothered it all over my pussy down to my butt before returning to fantasy land to play with myself. Entirely enjoying my imagination. I was definitely starting to feel sexy now, entirely hot.

Both guys were hard and getting ready to cum. Prolonging the experience we decided to have a break from what we were doing and change positions. The stranger went down on me licking me eagerly and sucking me with little slurps. My man came up to my mouth with his cock hard as a rock, throbbing. I wanted it inside me while the other guy kept going down on me.

The thought of it made me really horny. I slid the vibrator in, and imagined where my scenario could go to from there.

Two guys ready for anything there with me, horny by now and considering how this could play out. So many possibilities. I surprised myself at the thoughts that came to me naturally. If I bent over maybe they could take turns? Maybe I could take them both at once? That thought got me going. Picturing it in my head it seemed like it would be uncomfortable for at least one of us.

The mind is a wonderful thing. Despite my concern about comfort, we all got into the swing of things so to speak. Everyone found their place quickly and the two of them both treated me attentively, aiming to please me and meet my needs.

That was enough for me, the thought of it lasted only a moment and I came with a shudder. Forbidden fruit is powerful and it sure got me. Feeling weak at the knees my legs shaking. I was surprised I could get so wet just from thinking. Amazed by how turned on the explicit thought got me I lay there thinking about it some more.

Before I finished I’d cum a second time. I got up to get myself a drink, smiling. Thinking about how nobody would ever know how naughty I could be. After all, it only ever happened in my mind. It seems like my tip might work, it did for me. Perfectly.

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Sounds Like Mutual Masturbation

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I’ve been meaning to contribute to Masturbation Monday for quite some time. I’m glad to finally be able to join in and share a personal story about something that recently happened. So here it is, enjoy.

Listening ear

Sound like Mutual Masturbation

I experienced something out of the ordinary the other day. Afterwards I lay there laughing in pleasure and disbelief, my body still tingling. The happiness and satisfaction I felt in those moments, it was truly orgasmic – a moment of pure pleasure.

Many times I’ve listened to my lover’s voice and felt aroused by the sound of it and sometimes turned on by what was being said and hearing his voice moan in pleasure could make me do the same just from hearing it. If I get lucky and can feel the vibration of his voice, I’m in heaven. I didn’t realize the power it could have over me until now.

Usually I don’t cum, not easily anyway. It’s hard to explain so he gets left feeling that his amazing skills are unable to affect me. He gets me so close to orgasm I can’t believe my mind would be so cruel to stop me so far into it. It’s shitty and makes me feel double crap when I see he feels like he somehow failed. So moments like this one are particularly valuable.

So back to my story. This day it was hot, it’s Summer here and he was home from work. We had the fan pointed towards the bed and the blind shut to keep out the hot sun. To set the scene for you more I will explain what was happening.

It was a quiet day and all I could hear was the clicking and whooshing of the fan, the buzzing of my vibrator and the rattling coming from our fridge as it broke down there in the kitchen. Next to me, my boyfriend slept and his breathing felt comforting the occasional snore telling me he was still asleep.

He and I were spending time relaxing with each other before we’d had sex. After the sex we were both lying on the bed, him asleep and satisfied, myself not so much. As usual I hadn’t cum yet, so I was playing with one of my toys just lying there relaxed moving the vibrator around my pussy feeling in an absent minded manner. That is until he woke up. He saw me playing and immediately snapped. He began watching me as he started to play with himself.

Looking on as he played with himself was more enjoyable for me than I expected, he looked hot. Watching his pull up and down firmly holding his hard cock turned me on. The thought of it now turns me on he looks so great when he has his penis in his hand gripping it tightly with confidence and ownership, it looks so erotic and natural. It’s such a masculine vision, he seems so confident and hot in a position that is completely natural for him.

I wish I was watching him wank himself right now as I write about it and remember watching him satisfy himself while fantasizing. He is a sexy man that’s for sure. He keeps wanking at this point he seems to not want to do anything that could interfere with my mission, to make myself cum.

Then he does something new. He closes his eyes and starts to fantasize out loud, saying what he was thinking about. His fantasy included descriptions of what I was doing with or to him and orders to do other things like sucking his cock or “taking it all, like a good girl.” He has a great imagination and the scenarios he comes up with are always horny and much more hot than I can think up alone. At one point there was another male joining in with us.

This day his dirty talk gets me going, some of it’s downright filthy talk and I loved it! if anyone else had ever said the things he says sometimes I’d likely slap them.

But he gets me off in what sometimes seem like the strangest ways. Telling me what a dirty girl I was in his mind and watching him wank off in his imagination got me going increasingly by the moment. Our sexual energy rose so together. I didn’t expect myself to cum, as I usually don’t but as he kept going talking dirtier and dirtier, doing things in his mind I let myself join in on the ride of the fantasy with him.

Imagining myself doing all kinds of naughty things for him so he would praise me for being a good girl for sucking his cock right and taking it all. It sounded like he was enjoying himself and that I was pleasing him right.

He was saying things like, “Yeah that’s right, take it like a good girl,”

“you’re a naughty little girl aren’t you?”

“You love it don’t you?” and

“suck daddy’s cock, put it all in.” or “ooh yeah that’s the spot”

He lay there with his eyes shut imagining us doing all kinds of things, pulling himself off.

After watching him and listening intently for some time I let my head fall back on the pillow and just let myself go, listening to him and playing with myself at the same time. Our rhythms were both increasing as his rose, getting ready to climax. When he cums he doesn’t do it quietly, letting it all out and I love how I can hear his release every time especially when it’s a big one.

His fantasies were good enough that they did the trick for him. He let himself go, releasing the pent up tension letting out the first moan got me. By the time he finished moaning loudly and had cum all on his stomach something happened that I’m still surprised by.

The sound of his voice triggered me and I came too, at the exact time as he did. It felt unbelievable, I couldn’t control myself. I came for about a minute, maybe more. I hope next time I hear him enjoying himself like that I’m able to cum again, it was such an awesome experience. It was so unexpected I started giggling, feeling completely happy and relaxed but also surprised that his talking and the sound of him getting off is one of the things that’s actually made me cum.

That has to be the best mutual masturbation session ever.


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The Postman; Wicked Wednesday #290 NSFW

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The Postman
NSFW Erotic Fiction
Wicked Wednesday #290
Marathon theme

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Claire was washing the dishes, part of her usual morning routine. Her blonde hair was still wet from taking a shower she would dry it after getting the kitchen done. Wearing a singlet and her undies she was comfortable and cool in the warm house and looked good, her legs were smooth and shaven. Looking down at the dishwater her hands were in, she felt a little disgusted at the murky colour of the water.

She’d had guests last night and the extra dishes made her wish the dishwasher was working. She glared at it, “stupid thing,” she muttered aloud to herself. Nobody else was home, Peter was away training for his marathon, the second he’d done in a few months. She was starting to feel neglected, his absence was beginning to annoy her. She was proud of him but didn’t expect him to be away from home so much of the time. Her needs weren’t getting met and she had been grumpy.

Thinking about it she wondered if hysteria was a real and not just made up, she sure had been frustrated lately and easily pissed off. Just thinking of how long it had been since she’d had sex made her think about sex, about him going down on her flicking his tongue over her hard clit, fingering her with his long fingers.
Mmmm she moaned subconsciously, shit she thought, I am frustrated. She hurried to finish the dishes.

Deciding to herself it was time to take matters into her own hands. Nobody else was around and she needed a release, even the decision to masturbate gave her a small taste of relief. Now she let her mind wander, the guy from the post office down the street was hot. She had noticed him a few times lately and seen him delivering her mail. She allowed herself to fantasize about him, when she thought about what James would think she just included him in her fantasy and imagined having a three-way with them both catering to her desires. She would love to have two men at once, her face serious now, was full of lust, wishful thinking. She pulled the plug from the sink and dried her hands on at tea towel.

Her body was needy, aching for some stimulation. She didn’t make it to the bedroom, just stood there next to the bench and let her hand roam. It slid under the thin fabric of her underwear down past the little tuft of hair to the bump she rubbed and let her fingers circle. She felt the moisture as her pussy tightened, her body was hungry she thought about the two men fucking her, one licking her while the other took her from behind.

Her fingers crept down reaching the warm, wetness, she ran her finger around the opening, teasing herself until she was sore. Letting her hand run smoothly further back she stroked the outside of her butt, pressing on the tight little hole that opened slightly at her touch. In her mind she would get fucked everywhere. Wondering what it would feel like to have them both at once made her hurt for it. She traced her finger back to her pussy and pushed it into herself getting it wet with a few strokes and pulling it out to rub herself again stroking the wetness all around as she went in and out rubbing herself up and down pausing at each end to give herself some relief.

Her clitoris was getting bigger and she needed more, realising she was holding on to the bench she lowered herself onto the cool tiles on the kitchen floor leaning her back against the cupboard door. She let her other hand explore, first feeling her breasts, stroking them one at a time, playing with her erect nipples, wishing she had someone to bite them. She let it sweep over her stomach down into her undies to take care of her throbbing mound, pressing and stroking, now hard her clit pulsed with pleasure. She continued fingering as deeply as she could, rubbing on her g-spot which was soft and smooth now she was so turned on. She knew she could cum at any moment. Both her hands were busy, moving fast, desperately trying to please herself.

She wished the postman would deliver her something right now, maybe he could smell the sex on her and would offer to join in. Ian was his name, she thought about Ian and Peter together both pushing in and out in unison working together to get her to climax. The thought of it was too much her hands started to move faster, the pressure growing. She pinched her hood with two fingers as they rubbed back and forth with the middle finger tickling the protruding hard clit. Her pussy was almost dripping she felt her pussy get wetter as she kept going. She finally worked up to a climax, her head pushed back against the cupboard door. Now she imagined her postie walking in at this moment seeing her on the floor with her hands in her stretched out undies and lifting her up to take her from behind.

“Ohhh mmm” she let out a moan and another one moving her hands with urgency she brought herself to orgasm moaning as her entire body clenched up and jolted with a spasm. She cried put loudly, letting it all go. Relief rushed over her like a warm wave. Snapping back to reality the feeling the coldness of the hard floor beneath her, she felt a little embarrassed about the position she was in.

“Beeeep” the doorbell rang. A deep voice called out to her, “Claire, are you home? I’ve got some mail for you”

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