i guess i’m a bit of an exhibitionist. i’ve always been turned on by the idea of being watched whilst performing a sexual act, particularly masturbation. so, i’m thrilled when i see that you’ve installed a hidden video camera in my room and decide to put on a real show for you.
i kneel naked in the middle of the bed, making sure that i am in the camera’s field of view, and start stroking myself gently. I am already erect and use just my finger and thumb so you can see its full, twitching length. i look away from the camera, i don’t want you to think that i know you are watching me. i pour lotion over my chest and belly. it is creamy and white and suggestive as i work it into my body, before drizzling more in thick rivulets over the tip of my bulging cock, rubbing it in with long slow pumps of my fist, letting it dribble over and through my fingers.
i take my time and lean back, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my breath quickens. i hold my hand still and let my hips do the work and my orgasm rises suddenly and explosively, shaking the bed and drawing a long satisfied moan from my lips as cum shoots in long thick streaks from my thrashing cock. i mouth your name as i come, not wanting to be too obvious and hope that you’re recording this in good enough quality to see my cum squirt and dribble over and down my shuddering chest and belly, running stickily through my fingers. my orgasm fades in long eye-watering gasps and i lift my head and slip three cum covered fingers into my mouth, tasting them and letting a little drip over my lip and down my chin before collapsing back onto the bed, a quivering, panting mess.
the next day you explain that you suspect the cleaner of stealing and have put hidden cameras around the place in the hope of catching him out. you smile and wink, before heading off to work.
i can tell by the way your friends giggle and whisper that they have all seen it. i should be mortified by this but i am, in fact, thrilled. i guess i’m a bit of an exhibitionist.
I thought it was a sweet idea at first, a way to reduce the thousands of miles that separated us, a way to bring us closer. You wanted me to promise not to touch myself until you said so, and I did. At first I thought you would just make me wait until the end of that day or maybe into the next, but you really liked the power, enjoyed the feel of my burning desire.
It was a full week before I first begged. You giggled as you shook your head, aroused by how my longing grew stronger each day, thrilled by how easily you could get me erect. You teased me mercilessly, taunting me with pictures of you wearing nearly nothing and calling me day and night, moaning and panting into the mouthpiece, telling me what you were doing to yourself, letting me hear you come, knowing exactly how wild you were driving me and loving every tantalising second of it.
Eventually you told me how long you intended to keep me waiting, saying something about a birthday treat. I grinned from ear to ear, my birthday was only days away. “Not your birthday, silly,” you giggled wickedly, “mine.”
She was as pretty as a dumpster full of sunsets and had breasts that I would have happily chewed my own elbows off, for nothing more than a glance at them unleashed, for nothing more than a description of them.
In bed she was a let down, she didn’t like all the squishy noises we made, refused to suck me off or let me come on her tits and wouldn’t kiss me after I went down on her.
After she had fallen asleep, I pulled back the covers and jacked-off to her magnificent tits. It was the 14th best wank I’d ever had.
We went out together for nearly a year. In the end she ran off with my best friend. Even after all these years, I still miss him.
So, I’m chatting, on Facebook, to this girl right, from like Germany or Russia or one of those countries, and she’s really cool you know, like funny and clever and proper dirty too. Anyway, I have quick look through her photos and find a hot one, with a lot of cleavage, and put it on my phone. Now, she’s forty-something, but she looks bloody good for her age.
In the morning, I wake up with a stiffie you could like choke a horse with, so I bring up her pic and have a good old five knuckle shuffle, a nice long one too, you know, stopping and starting, so as to make it last. I make a hellova mess, but fuck it, that’s what showers and cleaners are for, right?
Later, I tell her about it, and she’s like acting all embarrassed, but you can tell she’s as chuffed as fuck really. “Which picture?” she asks and I tell her.
Turns out I was whacking off to a picture of her daughter.
Another wonderful exciting and dirty post from my favourite mystery blogger:
Immaculate Conception Academy is a strict Catholic girls school with top notch sports teams.
A star defender stands in her field hockey coach’s office, her hands behind her back with her head down, trying not to stare at the bulge in his pants. “You’ve not been doing well at practice, have you young lady?” he asks. She looks upwards through her lashes at him and admits, “No, Sir, I haven’t. Sorry, Sir.”
“Perhaps you need to feel more comfortable,” he suggests in an English accent that sends her weak at the knees, “come and sit down,” he tells her, patting his lap. She sits down gently, staring into his eyes as she does, half excited and half afraid that he will feel the radiating heat between her thighs. As she sits, she feels his hardness twitching beneath her as he places his hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her blue, pleated skirt. “You don’t want to be punished, do you?” he asks.
“Well, no, I’m,I’m just-”
“Stand up” he says to her. She stands, his eyes are glued to her upper thigh. He lifts the back of her skirt slowly, revealing a sweet, soft cheek peeking out from a pair of red lace panties. He kisses the beauty mark the rests at her tantalizing tan line. He follows it with kisses, all the way to her inner thigh and breathes her in. Her body fills with goosebumps. He hears a slight moan from her that thickens his hard-on.
He stands and holds her close to him. She can feel his cock pressing into her from behind, feel it pulse with sexual energy, as he slips his arms tight about her waist and pulls her closer, pressing himself into her. “Tell me” he says, “Tell me everything.”
“Well, sir,” she starts, a little quiver in her voice, “Its you, I can’t, its just, well, I can’t get you out of my mind. I keep having fantasies about you.” He spins her around and their eyes meet. The look they share glows like hot coals.
“What sort of fantasies do you have about me?” he asks, barely able to hide his smile and totally unable to hide his erection. She looks down at his stretched crotch, drops to her knees and undoes his zipper.
Her young, honest eyes look up at him. Biting her lip, she reaches under her skirt, inserts her fingers into herself, removes them and covers his cock with her nectar, she takes it into her mouth and begins sucking him. He leans back against his white board and groans, surprised that she knows what she is doing. He runs his fingers through her dark hair and imagines what she tastes like and wonders what her young pussy must feel like.
The desire to know her and taste her overwhelms him and, just before he is about to shoot his thick white cum into her mouth, he drops to his knees, pulls her to standing position, lifts up her skirt and pulls her dripping panties down hurriedly. Knowing what he wants, she widens her stride a little and bends over, grabbing herself by the ankles. He kneels down and first with his fingers and then his tongue and then his whole mouth he starts to caress and massage and thrust himself at her drenched, tingling wetness. Her legs quiver with pleasure and her whole body pulses with the sensation of his tongue reaching into her velvet depths. She feels how stiff he is even though she cannot see it, she feels it in the sheer lust of his longing for her, the way he licks thirstily at her, the way he knows just what she is feeling and she gasps and moans and almost squeals, never having known pleasure like this from a man. All she can think about is his cock and how much she wants it in her, filling her and coming into her in thick, long squirts, mixing with her juices and dripping from her. She wants to scream, “Fuck me! Fuck me now! Fuck me hard!” but can she?
He stops and lays her down on her back. He spreads her open, her clit exposed. He blows lightly and she jumps–every shiver up her spine is earthshaking. He kisses her clit and licks it. He laps at her sweet wetness. Finally she can’t take anymore, she needs him now. “Fuck me, fuck me please!” she cries. He kisses her belly, leaving a trail of her wetness up to and in between her breasts. He kisses her lips, deeply. Holding her hands down above her head, fingers intertwined, he begins to run his cock in and out of her. Her entire body tingles. She arches her hips. She wants to come on his cock. Now.
He holds her down and rears above her, his cock sinking into and out of her, the only point of contact between them, the only thing they can feel is the hot throbbing contact of his burning cock and her tight glistening pussy, concentrating their pleasure into that one spot. Then, as they come they grab each other and breathe together rhythmically. He fills her and collapses into her as she shudders and shakes. They kiss as their hearts pump together.
“I’m not sure if that’s quite what I meant by ‘punishment’ he says, playfully, and she giggles like a diirrty little schoolgirl.
Contributed by an extremely talented, anonymous blogger with a wonderful imagination:
As the hotel maid dusts and tidies the room, she can feel his eyes on her, following her around, watching her flit with her bright feather duster. She bends over to pick up an imaginary piece of fluff from the floor, feeling his gaze slide up her legs as her uniform rides up her thighs, allowing him to see the tops of her stockings. She stretches up on her tip-toes to brush away an imaginary cobweb, bending one leg at the knee coquettishly, letting him appreciate her long shapely legs. She looks at him and sees something move under the sheets. He smiles at her when he realizes she has seen this. She should complain really, she thinks, say something. She doesn’t have to put up with this.
Instead, she walks into the bathroom and pretends to clean. She smiles at herself in the mirror and adjusts her cleavage, enjoying the control she has over the situation. A minute passes and suddenly he is standing naked in the bathroom doorway. “Oh, excuse me,” she says politely, “I’m almost finished, is there anything else I can do for you?” He steps closer to her, takes her hand and pulls her gently but firmly toward him. She doesn’t resist, he is devilishly handsome and impressively endowed. She can feel the heat of his manhood pressed against her. He holds her tightly as he lifts up her skirt and slips his strong hand inside her lace panties. She is wet and quivers at his touch. She pushes him away from her so she can get a look at him and then grasps him gently, pulling slowly up and down, loving the sounds it draws from him. Holding him like that she steers him to the bed.
“Sit down,” she says as she kneels down onto the floor. She looks up into his eyes and begins to lick him. He leans back and watches her tongue lick from the base to the tip. One of her hands moves to the base and the other between her legs. Without touching herself she can feel the radiation between her thighs. She begins to softly stroke her clit as she takes his cock and slaps it lightly against her tongue. She loves watching his face and his chest as the fire rises within him. She lowers her mouth down onto him, taking his whole cock into her throat. She leaves it there for a moment, slides her tongue around it and takes him in and out of her mouth again. He thrusts his hips slightly, but she doesn’t want him to get too excited yet.
She holds his hips and rises up, pinning him still, so that he cannot move. She teases him by slowing down each time she feels him get too aroused, but the sounds he makes and the feel of his rock hard cock in her mouth turn her on so much. She wants to feel him inside her. She saunters into the bathroom and places her hands and right knee on the counter and thrusts her ass out, beckoning him to enter her from behind.
He comes up behind her and grabs her, pulling her panties aside and pushing just the very tip of his rock hard member into her dripping wet pussy. He can feel her delicious juices trickling down the sides of his thick, twitching cock. She squeezes it with her pussy as if to ask him to enter her deeply, to fill her completely.
He pulls out the tip and kisses her shoulder and the curve of her neck where beads of sweat are beginning to form. He bends down to look at her juicy pussy. He circles one finger around her wetness and she moans. Hungrily, he darts his tongue into her and circles around her inner depths. She pushes back against him as he fucks her with his tongue. She cries out and just as she is about to come, he stops. “Fuck me now,” she demands. He inserts the tip and holds her hips steady. She squeezes his cock again and just as they make eye contact, he drives himself completely and intensely inside of her, but leaves it there. He holds her steady. His cock feels like a hot iron inside of her. She tries to move, she needs to be fucked by his thick cock. She needs to come.
But he is not going to let her. Not yet. She is going to have to beg for it. She tries to move again, desperate to feel him sliding in and out of her, but he holds her fast and strong. Their eyes meet in the mirror and she can see he has a wicked grin playing across his lips. “Bastard.” She smiles back, “Fuck me hard!” He gives her just one single pump, pulling almost right out of her and plunging back in to his full length before holding her still again. She struggles and her pussy throbs with desire and lust. He squeezes with his cock, pushing against her deep red depths and she squeals slightly. “Please,” she half laughs, half cries. He pulls out and pushes in again, slowly but fully. Once, twice, a little harder, a little faster. She moans uncontrollably and he stops holding her still so she can work her hips against him.
He speeds up and her heart races as he moves in and out of her, fucking her thoroughly. “Turn around and sit on the edge,” he says. She obeys. He removes her soaking wet panties from her and she wraps her legs around his strong waist. He grabs ahold of her thighs and uses them as leverage as he takes her with fury. She throws her head back and screams, “Yes, you feel so good inside me, fuck me harder!” He picks her up and pushes her back against the wall. “Fuck!” she screams, as she feels her body tingle and burn on the brink of orgasm. As their bodies sweat together, suddenly he comes into her, hard. He convulses and feels the muscles within her contract. She feels him fill her. Her eyes roll back into her head as she shakes violently and collapses into him. They stay there for a moment like that, kissing, breathing heavily, their hot combined juices seeping from her pussy, dripping down his legs.
He puts her down. “I love you,” he says to her.
“I told you that you would like it if I dressed up for you,” she says, smiling. “Next time I want to be your dirty school girl.” He spanks her butt and they run, laughing, into the other room.
Hey! I’m featured on WordPress’s Topics page, under the topic of Masturbation! I’m also featured on their Flash Fiction page. So I’m a wanker and a flasher. Proudest day of this blogger’s life. *sheds tear*
It seems I am already inspiring others to write about what a wanker I can be, like Rebekkah. Thank you Rebekkah
If you are wondering what I was doing typing ‘masturbation’ into the search field of WP’s Topics page, then this is clearly the first time you’ve visited my blog.
Do you know know what I like to think about when I masturbate?
I want to touch you
all the time
and hold you and squeeze you.
I could spend all day,
all night too,
just stroking you
and looking at you.
I love to watch you come,
the way you quiver
I want to rub exotic oils
all over you
and spend hours
teasing you to climax.
I love you more than anything
or anyone I’ve ever known.
I so wish I could kiss you,
but you are not big enough
and my head wont
bend down that far.
Maybe if I took up yoga?
We have never met,
Never held hands,
Never walked along the beach
And pressed our toes in the sand.
We have only words
And occasionally skype,
But I feel your love
In every word you type.
I love you to death,
And I love you to bits.
It would be so sweet though
To come on your tits.
I want you right now,
I’m fed up with waiting,
Because internet love
Is just masturbating.
She watches him through a thin crack in the curtains, watches him undress, testing the water with his hand, before stepping under the steaming shower. Her hand slips down into the black satin of her panties feeling her own warmth and wetness, her eyes glued to the sight of his strong hands lathering up his magnificent body, her clit tingling as he caresses himself, water and bubbles running down his naked body, outlining each delicious curve. She plays with herself gently, not wanting to come too soon, not wanting to miss a second with him, brushing her hard, hot clit softly and slowly, feeling little rushes of pleasure spread outwards through her.
Sometimes they would bump into each other in the store on the corner and chat. She derived guilty delight knowing she had seen him naked. Naked and more, because the other night he had masturbated in the shower. He had taken his time too. stroked his chest and belly with the other hand, eyes closed, pleasure etched on his face. She had watched transfixed as he brought himself to climax, biting her lip at the sight of his cum running down his length and through his fingers, drowning in his open mouth, feeling his excitement, watching through misted eyes as his body shuddered and rocked. They came together.
She starts to come as he steps out of the shower and begins to dry himself, her orgasm like a million tiny electric storms ravishing her whole body, hot heavy gasps erupt from her chest, her pussy exploding with sensation. For a second she thinks he is looking at her, but reasons that he can’t possibly see her through the tiny gap in the curtain. She doesn’t realise that her feet are poking out from under it.
After he is gone and she has had a quick shower herself, she switches on her notebook and Googles video cameras, thinking she could record him and watch him any time she wants. There is a knock at the door, she slips on her red silk dressing gown and answers it. Its him, wearing nothing but a towel and a smile.