Copyright 2008 Lusty Library. All Rights Reserved http://www.lustylibrary.com en-us Thu, 28 Aug 2008 00:07:48 -0400 webmaster@lustylibrary.com (TheLustyLibrarian) Straight:Masturbation http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Masturbation/Another-Day-at-the-Office_8525 Straight:Masturbation Fri, 22 Aug 2008 15:15:45 -0400
The sudden buzzing distracts me from my work. I glance across my desk, watching my cell phone light up and twitch as it vibrates again. A smile instantly brightens my face. I know exactly who it is and what the text message will say. I get up from my chair, crossing my office to push the door closed. Returning to my desk, I pick up my phone, flipping it open. "1 text message," it reads. It sends a tingle shooting down from my stomach to the space between my legs. I press the button, and there it is. "You know what I want to know." My heart skips a beat. There is a strange fluttering in my stomach, and I can already feel the wetness gathering between my thighs. Slowly, I type the response. "No panties, the black skirt." My free hand has wandered down to my thigh, sliding along the smooth material of my black pencil skirt. He picked it out, but being the stubborn, independent lady that I was, I wouldn't let him buy it. I bought it for myself, then sent him a picture of me wearing it. I think if he were here, he'd throw out all my clothes so that the skirt was all I had to wear. He seemed to like me in it that much. Buzz. "I think you should touch yourself for me." The tingles run down my spine. My fingernails start to tease the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My ...

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I'll begin with a little about myself. I am a 51-year-old college professor, 5'10", thin, in good physical condition, brown hair (what's left of it), blue eyes, glasses, married to a wonderful but unadventurous woman. My sexual outlets consist mainly of self-gratification and the occasional erotic interlude with willing females. I'll admit to being something of a voyeur and to really enjoying a sexy pair of panties. This story begins in the Seattle airport, where my wife and I had arrived quite early at the gate for a 7:00 AM flight home to Dallas after attending a professional conference. We selected a spot with our backs to the window, facing rows of empty seats and the almost deserted main walkway through the terminal. After we took turns using the restrooms, my wife opened her laptop and went to work on some reports while I started the mystery novel I had just bought and kept an eye out for any pretty women walking by. Over the next minutes, a few other passengers started to arrive. One young woman immediately caught my attention when she stopped at our gate. Most striking about her, more or less in order, were her long, straw-colored hair; her somewhat rugged, outdoorsy face; her overall deep tan and athletic appearance; the very short but pretty flowered dress; and her absolutely flawless, not thin, but very firm legs. My eyes lingered on them while she looked at the check-in counter, ...

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Imagine my warmth against you.... my breath on your neck. How thick I am inside you. How deep I reach. Then I want you to...
Find that warm spot that's tingling for my touch. Reach down and let your hand do what you can imagine my mouth doing: Gently spreading your swollen lips, lightly tracing the edge -- tickling ever-so-slightly. Let your fingers lower themselves into that wettest of places. Use that wetness to lubricate your finger to better feel like my warm tongue on you. Light flicks at first, just enough to further arouse the swelling clit.
If it helps you can use your free hand to squeeze those beautiful tits just as hard as you would like me to reach up and do -- as you change from light flicks into gentle circles. Circles that cause your hips to gyrate in time with me, circles that constantly change direction, causing even more excitement. Smooth gliding circles... slight pressure... restless bliss. Let your thoughts focus on me. Imagine my hands holding your hips to keep from gyrating away from the increasing speed and pressure of those circles. Gradually increase the speed and pressure until your oversensitive nub can hardly stand it. Reach back down and re-moisten your fingers, then let them slide back up -- barely grazing against a clit that seems to reach for more of a touch.
Gently slide back down...not all the way -- make sure to keep contact ...

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In the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of cola. It was a boiling hot day, so I was going to go relax in the conservatory. I shut it again and walked through the house with the can into the hot conservatory, where I sat down on the leather couch, next to the marble fountain. As soon as I started to relax, I realized that I hadn't opened up the thick grey blinds, so I was shadowed in darkness.
I stood up and walked over to where the metal-beaded curtain pulley was resting on the top of the stereo, got hold of it and pulled the blinds open. Light instantly filled the room, and I spotted something from over the metre-high fence. In the house next door, my neighbor was sunbathing in the garden, completely naked, his 10-inch cock down to his knees just covered with a towel. His body was perfectly chiseled, and his eyes were closed.
I went and sat on the couch with the best view closest to the window, and watched him lying there, his short blonde hair tousled and gently waving in the breeze. Then, completely sub-consciously, I started lifting up my skirt and running my index finger along the hem of my wet panties. It felt so fucking good, I stretched my legs to increase the pleasant tingling on my clit, but as I did so, I gently tapped the window with my foot.

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Amanda woke up with an ache between her legs. She'd been dreaming again. It was happening more and more these days. She reached down and lightly touched herself, gasping as her finger grazed her swollen clitoris. He'd been on top of her, hugely overpowering, coarse-smelling and rough, far rougher than her boyfriend had ever managed. He'd been huge, filling her completely. She remembered the way his mouth had covered hers – intense pressure, desperation almost – she began to stroke herself lightly again. She remembered him fucking her deeply, holding her arms above her head as she'd tried to struggle... had she let him in? Had he forced himself on her? She didn't know. She was so wet that she couldn't think. Amanda slid one finger up herself, tensing her muscles and gripping round it. Her other fingers were still playing with her clit... she was getting even wetter. God she was so horny. The other hand drifted up towards her breasts, playing with her already-hard nipples until she moaned out loud... Suddenly, lightly as a feather, he'd flipped her over, lifting her hips into the air and, with barely a pause, ramming back into her with feral grunts. She'd started to lose control and begun to moan loudly, writhing back against him, feeling his heavy balls smack against her with every awful, wonderful thrust, when he'd seized her hair, forced her head back and said, 'what are you? What are you? Look at yourself!' She'd gasped, unable to speak. He'd ...

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My name is Michelle. I'm your normal 37-year-old "young" lady. As I like to tell my kids it is not your age or how you look, it’s how you feel inside that determines how old you really are. For some reason they never buy that! Actually, it seems like the higher my age the lower in maturity level I am. I definitely get younger in my attitudes toward sex.A few months ago, in adherence to my "feel young" philosophy, I agreed to go out for the night with a few of my younger friends from work. It always makes me think I at least have some of the hipness still in me when I can relate to the mid-20 types, especially when they want me around even away from work. Unfortunately there are some experiences I don't share. In addition to being prudish in my younger days, it is obvious that those raised in the 80 and 90s are certainly more open than those of us of raised in the 70s and 80s. This fun night out would turn out to demonstrate it quite clearly about sex.While I am astute about sex things, it’s always a challenge to keep up with the explorative vixens from my office. They do everything it seems. Even with having sex with several men in my life, and extended relations with an ex-husband for 17 years, I've found I'm almost a virgin in terms of experience ...

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My libido has been low the last few days, well low for me. You sparked my interest in playing, with something you wrote. Reading your words made me want to play and experience the sweet release of several days’ pent-up tension. I must thank you. The first thing I do is to bring the night into my bedroom. The full window opens inwards, so once it is open, I am lay looking out at a vast expanse of sky and can feel the sweet, fresh night air streaming in. I sleep this way most nights during spring through to autumn. It is almost like being outdoors, and baby you just know what being outdoors does to me. I lie back on my pillows, my rabbit vibrator next to me, at the ready. I imagine straddling your upper body, in reverse, standing the Ice Maiden on your chest, passing you a small bottle of lube, asking you to make me ready. Your fingers massage the gel onto me, not fingering me, although you know that is what I desire, just slicking the lube generously over my anus. I lower myself onto the vibe slowly, giving you an amazing view of the tip disappearing into my tiny, puckered arse. You whisper 'more' and I obediently lower further, two notches in me now, wider girth, stretching me. You take hold of the Maiden’s control unit and select a slow, steady buzz, hearing ...

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I started working at Sleepy Willow apartment complex over the summer, only a month after I myself had moved in. I was the new maintenance go-to guy. It had been quiet since no one was yet moving in, after all most did only a few days before the fall semester started and it was only mid-summer.But then a few weeks ago I met Ashley, a beautiful and sexy brunette with green eyes. She told me she decided to move a bit sooner she could get a job and save some money before the semester started. I had given her the key to her apartment and helped her moved in, telling her if she needed anything to just ask me.After all I lived in the apt underneath hers so if it was something minor she could just ask me instead of putting in a request at the office and having to wait days for it to be processed. She smiled as she thanked me. It was a dazzling smile. I wanted to get to know her more she seemed so interesting. But she didn’t really call me in the next few weeks, though we did wave whenever we saw each other.Then the office asked me to go to apt.225 to change the air filter and I smiled when I realized it was Ashley's. I would finally get to talk to her! I knocked on her door, filled with anticipation but no one answered. I let myself in using the master key ...

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The year was 1856, and Andrea Fadden was coming of age. Already in the second year of her marriage to her husband Leopold, Andrea was the absolute picture of womanly virtue. She was quiet and polite, always modest, and never one to even glance at the stable boys down by the tavern halls, as most of the other young married women seemed to do. Recently however, she had found herself in a foul mood. Her appetite for food was all but gone. She longed only for her husband’s touch. She wanted to be held and comforted. She instead found herself taking long baths, and crying in her sleep. Leopold, you see, was also a virtuous man. In 1856, a goodly man would not consider becoming intimate with a woman, including his own wife, unless the time was right to bear children. Leopold’s mother had given her blessing for them to conceive an heir for the family fortune, but not until the family business was established in this new town. That would be at least a few years away. When Andrea did approach her husband, he would give her a pat on her shoulder, and say that “everything will be well”, in the same voice that one would use to comfort a small child. Enraged by his patronizing tone, she would break things against the walls…. expensive things… like her mother-in-law’s fine porcelain. On a Friday morning, Andrea awoke to ...

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Ellen drew in the wonderful aroma of the dark roast coffee the waitress had just placed in front of her. The waitress was very friendly and not afraid to show her creamy cleavage for a few seconds more than necessary. Ellen was hot and she knew that anything that moved was fair game when she was in this mood. Her gaze fell back to the small independent news rag that those living on the edge seemed to worship. An ad in the personals caught Ellen’s eye. “Rub ad Dub Dub is a group of people interested in the art of self-pleasuring. Interested? Call 555-6816”. Ellen popped her cell phone open and dialed. A very “normal” sounding lady answered and explained that there were folks in town who enjoyed mutual masturbation and got together to play once every two weeks. Today happened to be the day. After a short conversation Ellen got the address and directions.With a wet pussy and jutting nipples Ellen bounced up the front walk and rang the door bell. A pretty lady answered the door and invited Ellen in. They went through the house to a stairway that led to the lavishly finished basement. There was a huge bar, a home theater with a giant screen and lots of chairs, low lighting and probably twenty people standing around. Ellen was introduced to the group then, a quick reminder of the rules, and people began ...

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