Picture Me Naked

Claire had been stuck in meetings all week, as the company came up to the end of financial year they’d been running over the budget. Claire was not a critical member of the finance team but as the head of a department she was required to sit through the tedious week long meeting to discuss which teams were getting what money. Monday had left her drained, Tuesday had sapped the remaining will to live, Wednesday and Thursday were just a blur of faces and graphs. Friday was shaping up to be just as bad as the rest but at least she had the weekend to look forward to now. Continue reading “Picture Me Naked”

First Time on the Couch

Another typical Friday afternoon, I was dozing at work wondering what I was going to do that night when I got an SMS from my friend Joe. One of my closer friends, Joe and I often hung out on the weekends. We were both pretty nerdy, computer games and movies featured highly on our list of things to do. Unlike most friendships, ours also included a sexual side. We’d stumbled upon our shared interest in certain genres of porn during a drunken night of debauchery and since then we had occasionally indulged ourselves by watching it together and even jerking each other off. We never discussed our sexuality at any point, it was just something that felt nice to do and since we were both single there was nothing to stop us but ourselves. Continue reading “First Time on the Couch”

GTA Buddies

We’d been hanging out as best friends for as long as I could remember. We lived on the same street and our mutual tastes in friends, games, and hobbies led us to be quite close. We shared everything together. As we reached puberty we even shared our porno collections. That first Hustler smuggled home from the older kids at school, our bond so close, we thought nothing of it when we first jerked off to it together. We certainly didn’t think of ourselves as gay, we just enjoyed jerking off and didn’t care if we did it together or alone. Continue reading “GTA Buddies”

A Week Without

Patience was not a virtue that Jacinta held too strongly but this week she had tested herself to the limits. The impending weekend was one she had promised herself to wait for. It was only Wednesday afternoon and she was daydreaming at her desk, thoughts floating through her head about the plans she had made for herself. An entire week without masturbation. She had last cum the previous Sunday, twice she had played with herself in the hopes of making it through the week.

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Her Basement

He’d been tied in place for what felt like hours. His joints ached, his muscles had locked into place, his hopes for freedom had dwindled. This was not the experience he had been anticipating for the last week.

Weeks ago his girlfriend had pinned him down and made him confess his darkest secret. Under the unrelenting force of her pulsing quim squeezing his close to bursting cock she coaxed a confession out of him.

And that was how he had wound up in his current dilemma, tied to the stair railings in the basement, his arms outspread, resting on his knees, completely naked apart from a small steel cage locked around his small, flaccid member.

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Fleshy Femme Fatale

She hated it.

She admitted to it freely. She hated his fleshlight. That disgusting “toy”. That thing he put his penis in to feel good. Was she not enough? Why did he feel he needed it, that replacement for her vagina?

It was just sitting there on his side of the bed, he’d used it last night and just left it sitting on the bed side table. It was all she could do to look at it, and yet she couldn’t look away. How could something so dirty make him so happy?

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Dreams

This is one of the first stories I ever wrote, it is close to 12 years old now and shows the inexperience of a fresh out of high school boy trying to express a sexual fantasy. It is short and is not the best work but I’ve always liked reading it and seeing how I’ve grown as a writer from this beginning. I’ve included it here so that you may see where I started and how I’ve grown as an author.


Sitting around my room, I stare at the two women lazing on my bed. My girlfriend, her gorgeous ass barely covered by her short skirt, our friend lying next to her, her heaving breasts barely contained by her new lacy bra. I try to hide my arousal as the girls read the erotic letters contained with a porn mag. Discussing the models bodies, their breasts and glistening pussies being critiqued by the girls.

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