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All alone with nothing but the shower and her thoughts.

The water is slightly chilly when I first turn on the faucet and test it with the back of my hand. I pull the knob on the tub faucet, and the water pressure is transferred to the shower head above. I’ve left the tub stopper in place, so it will continually fill up as I use the shower. You know, there’s only so much hot water to be had in these apartments. The bathroom fan is also left off so that the heat and humidity of the shower will permiate the entire room.

One last check of the door. Locked. I live alone, and yet I still must have the door locked. Old habits die hard, I guess. In any case, it helps keep every last ounce of heat in. I love turning my bathroom into my own personal sauna. My candles are lit, and already the combined heat of them and the shower is beginning to fog up my large mirror. I decide to turn off the main bathroom lights. I have enough candles going that there is low light to see by. My eyes may have to adjust a little, but oh well. The mood is better with low light.

Battery powered sex, with a man thrown in.

Jim unlocked the hotel room door and stood to one side for Sarah to enter. She barely glanced at the bed before moving to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. He walked over to the corner of the room and placed the contents of a small bag onto a bedside table then started to remove his clothes. Before he could finish he heard the bathroom door open and turned towards it.

“Sorry,” she said and returned inside closing and again locking the door. Jim shook his head. Since these encounters began he had never seen her undress, only clothed or naked.

Depraved tale of a guy & his cock.

“This is the third in an inexplicably ongoing series of depraved tales about a guy and his cock. The first installment is “A Day With My Cock,”, and the second is “A Night With My Cock.” If the responses continue to be positive, look for another episode, which will be entitled “At Work With My Cock.” Thanks to everyone who has sent feedback on the earlier stories and encouraged me to write more – it’s good to know there are readers out there who appreciate this style of filth. Now get naked and read on!”

With men away, wives take matters into their own hands.

Once upon a time back before vibrators had been invented and we ladies had to depend on our imagination I was a Navy wife.

I was (and still am) reasonably attractive and as sexy as was allowed in those days. I was 33 and I am named Ann. I am a high school graduate as were most of my friends.

My husband was career Navy and looking forward to becoming a Chief Petty Officer. He was an Aviation Machinist and also a Aircraft Crew Chief.

What with his seniority, his flight pay and our base housing things were not too bad money wise. I worked part time and still had enough time to myself to enjoy some time ‘with the girls’ during most days.

Monica’s friend has a new experience for the pet teacher.

One Friday afternoon, Mike Harris was about to leave the school when he was stopped by Monica, accompanied by another young woman. “Hi, Mike. I hope you didn’t have any other plans for tonight because you have a date with us.”

“Us?”

“Yeah, me and Jenna here.” Monica’s companion, even though she was smiling, was thin and unattractive.

“Glad to meet you Mike,” Jenna said, offering her hand. Her other hand held a zippered bag. “Monica’s told me about you and we’re gonna have some fun tonight.”

Ebony couple loves to play with toys.

Xavier was waiting for me in the bedroom while I got ready. The steam in the bathroom from my relaxing bath had fogged up the mirror, but I really didn’t need it to see, I know my body in such intimate detail that I could get dressed with my eyes closed, blindfolded and in the dark. Luckily, I had candlelight to help me as I unwrapped my terrycloth robe and began applying my Amaretto Truffle Coconut Body Oil from head to toe. I loved the feel of the slippery substance between my fingers as I warmed it between my palms. I started at my toes and didn’t miss a spot all the way up my legs. I massaged the muscles in my calves and my thighs, feeling my soft brown skin slip and slide under my touch. I poured more of the sweet smelling oil into my palms and rubbed it gently into the baby soft hair on my mound. I couldn’t resist the temptation and I slid my fingers in between my lips and rubbed my clit gently for a few seconds, starting my sweet juices flowing. As I worked my way upward, I cupped my breasts and softly pulled my nipples with my fingers. By the time I finished my ritual-like anointment, I had massaged oil all the way down my shoulders, arms, back, and full round ass. Xavier like to call it my ghetto booty, I much preferred to refer to it as my Afrocentric behind, giving way to a less offensive description of my very bootylicious derriere. When it was all said and done, I was glistening and smelling like a cookie fresh from the oven in grandma’s kitchen.

She imagines being with her lover.

As the woman began to stir she sighed, opening her eyes briefly to see pale light just beginning to seep through the thick curtains covering the big window across from her bed. Rolling onto her back she stretched slowly and thoroughly, pointing her toes, rotating her ankles and rolling her shoulders, lengthening her spine and feeling it unknot as she extended her arms as far as possible above her head. As her body relaxed back into the soft bed she automatically pushed her hands under her T-shirt to rub her breasts, squeezing the flesh and brushing the nipples gently with her thumb, feeling them harden. Her mind was still just beginning to surface, still mostly wrapped in sleep and only focusing on the immediate stimulus of the soft bed and the demands of her body. She felt a familiar ache deep inside and slid her right hand down over her tummy, enjoying the feel and warmth of the skin before letting her hand drift between her thighs to feel the wet heat emanating from within her.

He thought it was going to be a boring night at home.

I was having a weekend all to myself. Just me, phone turned off, just relaxing and being by myself. Well, on Friday night, half baked and sipping on a Bombay gin and tonic, I decided to go online and surf a bit of porn. Now I love to masterbate and the way I think bout it is, if I am feeling a little frisky and I have time to waist, why not feel the power of an orgasm. I went to this one site, sexy girls, free and a ton if pictures, you guys out there know what I am talking about. There was a banner on that site about an online dating service, I am not going to tell you which one, don’t believe in the free advertisements in stories. I clicked on it and checked it out, pretty cool so I signed up.

Jan and her roommate masturbate together.

By the time Amy came back that Monday I was already at class, and she was asleep when I got in late that evening. We didn’t get a chance to talk until Tuesday night. She had just come in the door when I got back from the library. “So, did you enjoy yourself this weekend?”

“Yeah, I did,” I was slowly overcoming my shyness about talking about sex, “A lot,” I added.

“Oh really” Amy said with a smile, “So what’s you preference?”

“In toys, you mean?”

“Yeah” she pulled out the box from under the bed. “Which one did it for you?” She had a lascivious grin on her face.

Good Vibrations!

“The following is fictional. Names, and locations have been made up and are not meant to depict real people, living or deceased. These stories also depict dangerous, unprotected sexual situations. In this day and age of killer STDs, please be smart and careful and wear protection!

This is an adults only story. If you are underage in the community you live in, please do not go any further. Thank you and happy reading!

One last thing, thanks to the editorial staff at Literotica for fixing my story designations. In the computer industry we have an acronym: RTFM (Read The Fucking Manual) I neglected to do so when submitting my first three stories. Thankfully, we have an understanding group of editors here at Literotica. They straightened things out for me. A big THANK YOU to them!”