My pussy just can't take any more. I can feel blood pulsing through my arteries, rushing down between my legs. The urgency of orgasm makes my mind go blank. I can no longer think. My throbbing clit is the focus of my universe. "Uhhng... ooohh! Oh yes, yes yes YES!!" My whimperings are the only connection between my brain and the rest of the world. I'm conscious of my own voice... wishing it could be louder, scream out full force. Sometimes I think the louder I can be, the better my orgasm is. I dip my fingers into my slit, drawing out more of my delicious juices to lubricate my clitoris. My left middle finger draws imaginary circles around my clit, occasionally sliding down to play with my engorged inner lips. I pinch some of that delectable flesh between ... Read More»

Ooooooh. That feels so good. Oooh. The chilled cucumber is making my soft pussy quiver as I pound the homemade sex toy in and out of my tight pussy. I can feel every little bump, every little crevice along the surface of my new play thing. Fuck Ted, I thought to myself. He can stay at work all night for all I care. Just a few minutes before I had read online how to create my own home made sex toy using items in my fridge. I thought what the fuck and decided to give it a try. Now here I lay, my long, thin legs hanging over the edge of my bed and an 8″ cucumber sticking out of my pussy. The juices of my wet slit giving the homemade sextoy a shining coat that glistens in the light. My toes curl and I let out a soft moan as I make myself cum. Mmmm I ... Read More»

Mnemosyne's Hand, the original story published here on Literotica awhile back, didn't receive many votes I did get a lot of women writing me about how they loved the story and masturbated to orgasm over it. Lots of them told me that they love getting off to reading about men masturbating, so I decided to write a new story on the similar theme. Just like the original story, this one is about real events that I've experienced as a healthy, masturbating man. So: all you girls out there, reading this, open your legs and run your fingers over that downy mons venus, teasing that wet lower valley without touching it, rubbing in circles, letting the need build in your pussy until she summons your fingers to her in a lustful dash for some sort of release.......Stop. Okay, ... Read More»

Katherine looked at the clock on the nightstand. "Two o'clock and I can't get her out of my head" she muttered to herself as her husband Rick lay sleeping soundly next to her. She lay in bed unable to sleep, her mind filled with erotic visions of Rita, the owner of the health club and her personal trainer. She and her husband had joined a few months earlier and the two of them quickly became friends. Rita had mentioned to her one day that a client had moved out of town and she now room for one more person to help with private individual personal training. Katherine accepted the offer right away and over the following months they began to have lunch each Wednesday after their morning exercise class and training session. At lunch they discussed everything and ... Read More»

Jake and Debbie were great friends. You could say they were best friends, except Debbie and Jake had lots of friends in common that could make the same claim. They all hung out together, ever since freshman year when they'd all met during orientation. They shared the same taste in everything; music, food, humor, smokeables, to name but a few, and they continued to hang out even after a lack of on campus housing after sophomore year turned them out into the surrounding neighborhoods. They sought out and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company constantly, religiously. Now, as you can imagine, there were some minor complications that existed among this tight little group. While Jake and Debbie were great friends and probably did have more in common with each ... Read More»

Xavier was waiting for me in the bedroom while I got ready. The steam in the bathroom from my relaxing bath had fogged up the mirror, but I really didn't need it to see, I know my body in such intimate detail that I could get dressed with my eyes closed, blindfolded and in the dark. Luckily, I had candlelight to help me as I unwrapped my terrycloth robe and began applying my Amaretto Truffle Coconut Body Oil from head to toe. I loved the feel of the slippery substance between my fingers as I warmed it between my palms. I started at my toes and didn't miss a spot all the way up my legs. I massaged the muscles in my calves and my thighs, feeling my soft brown skin slip and slide under my touch. I poured more of the sweet smelling oil into my palms and rubbed it ... Read More»

Alexis closed her eyes and assumed the position: naked, on her hands and knees. Jared moved up behind her, gave his cock a couple of strokes, spread her ass cheeks and spit on her pucker. He reached underneath and rubbed her exposed pussy, laughing at her repulsive shudder. "You got a nice puss here, Lex. I might have to tap that one of these days." "Fuck you, Jared." Pain raced through her body as he wrapped a hand around her ponytail and jerked her upward. "What the fuck did you say? It wasn't , was it?" He didn't give her a chance to respond, instead choosing to take his anger out on her body. His penis found her abused hole and plunged in, stretching her tender skin and causing her to scream. He laughed again, shoving ... Read More»

I am sitting on my hotel bed still holding the telephone receiver in my hand. I do not want to put it down; I do not want to let go of you. I imagine you are doing the same although it has been a few minutes since I heard the click that ended our nightly talk. As you know I love my job, but I wish so there was a way that you could travel with me. Oh the fun we would have! There is something about making love in hotel rooms. I don’t know what it is, it is not quite dirty but close. Fucking in a bed that maybe only the night before another couple used. A bed that has maybe seen young lovers give each other their virginity. A bed that has maybe seen whores ply their wares. A bed that has been host to perhaps countless acts of wild unbridled sex. Or perhaps this bed ... Read More»

She should have known that today would lead to a lot more than she bargained for. This morning, she woke up with a large damp area in her light blue panties, darkened to a deep azure by the wetness seeping through. Without much thought, she continued throughout the day without even an inkling of feeling any sexual desire. It wasn't until night fell that her desires came raging out suddenly. At first she merely stripped out of her clothes and wandered throughout her apartment. She sat at her computer and went about her routine of checking her email. Nothing special tonight. She thought about the package of surprises she received today. She had bought a few things to share with her man later in the week. She smiled as she thought about using that feather to dust ... Read More»

My husband works away all week. So we are both alone in our beds at night and we both have to relax ourselves. I wrote this for him and then I sent it tucked in to his suitcase with a nice worn pair of my silky panties. My husband can then read this while he is away and masturbate while smelling me and my panties. Alone in my bed I'm in our bed, all alone and I'm really trying to sleep -- but I can't. I miss him and I have to put a pillow where he usually lies. Wearing a pretty pink sheer vest and panties and I just can't seem to sleep. I keep turning over, wriggling and rolling about. I long for his body next to mine. I long for his touch, his kisses and his body! As I think of him and what we could be doing if he was here - I feel an ache in between ... Read More»

My biggest and most overriding fantasy has always been to be watched. I was a shy child but once puberty hit and my body changed, I felt a real need for sexual attention. I even remember enjoying seeing a friend of my father look at my breasts, at the age of about 14. I knew he was probably a dirty old sleaze but it gave me a rush knowing what was most likely on his mind. I've always known the power of a woman's body. I love to catch a man's eyes when I see him look at me, and look directly back, so that he knows I have seen him looking. It doesn't matter what his age is or what he looks like, it's that moment that's important. Later on when I'm alone I might think about that exchange, wonder if he's thinking about me and touching his body, wondering if he ... Read More»

It arrives me from time to time to make very strange dreams. These dreams have always place when the moon is found in its peak. I go under to tell the last dreams that I have had. I am a single woman, free enough sexually of or my celibacy. I sleep with that I want, man or woman, that depends on the moment. At this time this would be rather nothing at all, a rest well come after an adventure tumultuous enough. That made the well from time to time. Come in to my dream. It was an afternoon Sunday. I was drowsy in the sofa. I carried a white shirt closed by a button to the level of the chest and a long white skirt. I was naked under, as always to the house. I adore to take a nap the afternoon Sunday, the body slightly reheated by autumnal sunbeams. I was ... Read More»

I have always loved to masturbate since I first found out how when I was about twelve years old. I found out how after reading an article in my Mum's copy of Cosmopolitan, and, having learnt how to do it, I became quite an avid practitioner, doing it at least once a day, normally in bed before going to sleep. Although the article had said how normal it was, I always felt naughty when I did it, knowing that it was not something I should let on to anyone else that I did. I eventually realised that this factor actually had the effect of increasing the pleasure. As I got older I found out about the "one-handed reading" books published by the likes of Black Lace, again through the pages of Cosmo. I used to love going in to a bookshop in the knowledge that ... Read More»

It was another usual day. Get up around 5:30, wife is in the shower as usual for over 30 minutes(no time to help with the kids). So I pack the bags as I always do. She gets 2 juice boxes and a few different snacks, make sure her schoolbag is packed and everything for her homework last night. Man she has more work than I remember in kindergarten. Then check his bag, enough pull ups, enough wipes, extra clothes, shoes, oh don't forget to put the extra children Tylenol in the bag. Now pack wife's, TV dinner and a snack, pick which one to pack from when I stopped on the way out of work yesterday before grabbing the kids. Now, lets get the breakfast for the kids going. Juice and pancakes all ready, man I hope that they wake up in good moods this morning. They ... Read More»

The Wells House opening for its summer Gauguin exhibition glowed inside the shamble-stacked home. Outside, the temperature pushed higher even as the sun set behind the city, but each opening of the wide glass doors blew the chill air conditioned interior into the night, where it dissipated as the sounds from the party inside brushed against the apple trees in the front courtyard. Inside the warmly lit museum, the young and the old rubbed elbows as they pushed past each other to see the traveling collection. The hot evening hung to the crowd, and only the edges of the mass were cool, while those nearest the paintings fanned themselves with museum guides and maps. Alisa checked her handbag and pressed through the throng to the small bar at the back of the old ... Read More»