My first encounter with Steve was on the phone. His wife, a friend of mine from work, thought he might be interested in my studies of sexual asphyxia. He had already encountered the rare deviance as a cop at the scene of accidental deaths. At the time they were thought to be suicides. All of a sudden I found myself having a discussion of strange sexual pract...
Part 5 - Roll 'em! _______________ So, let's get into the mechanics of this depraved obsession of mine by way of taking an even closer look at some of the masturbatory movie fantasies I had devised for myself; shall we? Somebody's got to tell you about it, so it might just as well be me. I hope you won't mind if I break a cardinal rule of erotic story wri...
I first published this experience a few years ago. I prefer to call them 'experiences' since the term 'story' implies fiction to me. My experiences are based upon my real life. Since I started posting my experiences my writing skills have improved a little. While, I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more details and corrected some...
This is a true story that I'm almost ashamed to tell, but it gives an insight as to how powerful my exhibitionist urges can get. Many years ago, on a warm sunny afternoon during the college holidays when I was just 18, I lay naked on my bed with my eyes closed, gently masturbating while listening to music through headphones. A splash of sunlight fell thr...
This takes place after Wanda Pirate Parade. *** Wanda was not going to take what happened to her at the pirate parade lying down. She was not a helpless victim anymore. She had learned to fight back. First on her list was the teaching students who had helped set up the nursing students. Wanda had been helpless when the students from the rival program had t...
Rob continues his research into massage parlours, this time in his own words. I quickly became a fan of massage parlours. This was long before they became poorly disguised brothels, there was no question of actual sex, just a lovely massage from a sexy young girl and the chance of extras, which were never offered, you had to ask. Besides all those long tri...
How to begin? An older lady. My daughter insisted I get a computer. My faithful ink and paper out of date. She was right. It was nice getting her emails. She lives in Canada, I, in Birmingham, England. The speed of electronic messaging surprising. I was fearful I'd not be able to master the keyboard. Many were the hours spent flustering, mis-typing, using...
We were planning to have a few friends over for supper and had been getting things ready for most of the day. As we moved around I had gotten in a some rubs, 'accidental' touches and a few downright gropes. Nothing too unusual except my wife seemed to be right into it and had responded with quite a few of her own touches. We finally got everything ready and...
(Based on a dream.) She wouldn't stop masturbating. Leaning on the hull, basking in the sun, wearing nothing else, Anik was reaching one hand under her crimson loincloth, and with the other, squeezing and fondling her firm but furry breasts. This was her time of day, of course; it's not the fault of the T'kaan that they must masturbate three times a day to...
Chapter 3 Elsa tells her story When Hanna called, I got all excited. It's been several months since our last phone call when I invited her to be my guest at our pension in Rottach, at the Shore of Tegernsee Lake. Brent and I bought the pension five years ago and have built our clientele, step by step, since then. Hanna and I were roommates during universit...