Fulfilling your own needs, or somebody else doing that for you, without going all the way, can be as good as the act of sex itself! Below, you will find some fab stories, depicting this glorious act...
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A beautiful description of a woman, satisfying herself, whilst her husband watches on. That is... until it all becomes too much for him...
I sit down in the chair, my heart beating heavily in anticipation. From this view, I can see your body in all its beauty: your small, firm breasts with their taut nipples, your flat stomach, and the naked, glistening lips of your pussy. Without taking my eyes away from your stunning body, I take off my shoes and lean back in the chair.... |
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Susan was having a tough time at work. She felt she was working with a load of androids. Luckily, Brett knew how to make her day much, much better...
She groaned. “You have no idea Brett. These people are driving me crazy.” He chuckled sympathetically. “Well let me make it up to you darling.” Carrying the phone through to the bedroom Susan smiled a devilish little smile. “Make it up to me huh... and how do you propose to do that exactly?” “Lay back on the bed darling.” Smiling, Susan followed his instruction, sinking into the downy coverlet, the phone pressed to her ear.... |
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A vibrator, and some time alone. Everything a girl needs for a quiet night in!
Resting on my palm it looked so crude. Perhaps I had spent too long looking at it. Each time I saw its hard curves I was implicitly visualising where it should be – where it was designed to be. But I couldn’t work out how I could get from this inanimate object to the encasing warmth of an orgasm. I put the toy down and closed my eyes. I was still wearing my jeans and vest-top. The good thing, I guess, about making love to a toy is that you don’t have to dress up – or down – for it.... |
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A beautifully written tale of a woman, pleasuring herself alone... remembering the touches of a man.
Picking up the washcloth that sat on the bathtub’s ledge, she began to caress her body, washing away the loneliness. She ran the cloth gently over her shoulders, feeling the water swirl around her. Moving down, she cupped each breast in her palm, lovingly bathing them in the water’s warmth. When her nipples hardened as the cloth rubbed over them, she couldn’t help sighing at the delicate touch.... |
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