Tag: Masturbation

The Single Man’s Dilemma part 1

This is a story of the dilemma facing many single men as we are about to end the 1990’s (we’d much prefer not to call them the “gay” nineties though, at times, that seems to be the trend! Instead, let’s look forward to the 21st century, the beginning of the era of Womankind!) Our story depicts what we see as very typical experiences of single men as they have been in the eighties, and still are, in the nineties. The only difference is that there is a happy ending for Rod, our hero. He is able to come to terms with his true inner nature that is opposed by the cross currents he finds in the “norms” of everyday society around him. Alas, most young single men never achieve Rod’s inner peace, nor do many of them understand how to solve their problem–let alone do they even have the foggiest notion of what their problems are!

Rod is a single young man–a “yuppie” who was raised in Orange County, CA. He now lives in a home he rents, along with two other roommates, in the hills facing on the San Fernando Valley. Hollywood lies below these same hills on the other side. Rod works for a brokerage firm in Beverly Hills. Read more…

The Shoplifter

Jerry had shopped – or was it ‘shoplifted’ – in the department store several times in the last week. He had taken watches, jewelry and other small items but this time he was going to steal a complete dress suit. He carefully picked the right size as his eyes checked for sales clerks. He didn’t want to be interrupted.

He unconsciously listened to the droning canned music from the speakers in the ceiling. He had noticed, every time be was in the store, a low, barely audible tone mixed in with the sappy music. He made a mental note to complain to the management – the next time he wasn’t stealing, that is. He laughed to himself that “he might never get such an opportunity.” Read more…

Satin Goddess

i had just come home from work, it was Friday, and I went to check the mail. In the mail room i saw a Victoria’s Secret catalog and took it with me up to my apartment. my aroused member was already starting to engorge itself as i was trying to unlock the door to my apartment. i must confess….I couldn’t wait to see the Satin Panties that were waiting in the pages behind the cover! i immediately put the other mail on the counter; bills, subscriptions, credit card offers, and flyers from the supermarkets. i had no time for them. i sat down on the couch unbuttoned my pants and started to page through the catalog. Wow! hot stuff, for sure and my penis was absolutely steaming and was itching for me to touch it. i continued to gawk and gaze lustfully at mesmerizing lingerie, especially all the Panties. i worked myself into a frenzy, but i still planned to wait an hour or two (before I played with myself) so i could think about what i saw a little “harder” and a lot longer. Read more…

Confessions of a Pussyhound

To whom it may concern,

These are the sexual confessions of a pussyhound. i should say a former pussyhound who is now known as slave pussyhound. A ridiculous name, i know, but even to my surprise a name i have not objected to taking. Don’t try to figure it out, because i can’t.

i have been in service to Mistress Marquesa for 7 years. No, i didn’t think i’d be serving this long, but then i don’t think most of Her slaves can foresee such servitude. For me, it started out as a “teasing and denial” fantasy. A seduction fantasy where i was teased and seduced into submission. i never really fantasized about how i performed my submission. i just figured i would submit to Her sexiness, get my rocks off and be on my way. That was 7 years ago. Read more…

Planet Emerauda

matt was sleeping alone in his vacation cabin in the mountains. He and his wife had gotten into a horrible fight and he stormed out of the house. He was still angry! She wanted to share the financial duties in the household without his okay to make investment decisions, of all things . . . she was a woman! . . . what did she know about such things! But that was not how it was supposed to work. At least that was not the way it had worked when he was growing up. His dad made all those kind of decisions, and his mom never complained.  Read more…

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