Teen masturbation Stories

Mrs. Green lived at the end of our road with her two kids, a girl of about 8 and a boy of about 10. I think I remember there was a Mr. Green too, a long time ago. My older sister would babysit for Mrs. Green twice a week while she went out, midweek and Saturday evenings. Three months ago, my sister was going to a friend’s party on Saturday and asked Mrs. Green if I could stand in for her. I was sixteen and a half, a quiet...

(Mid 1980s) When I look back on some of the things I did in those days, I just can’t imagine what I was thinking. I know we all feel that way sometimes, but I am certain that not long into this story, you are going ask, “What the hell was she thinking?!” It was the summer before I left for college. It starts with my learning which way an egg is facing when it is laid by a chicken, and ends with my first sexual experience...

Nancy stretched her legs wide to either side of her pink bedspread as the fingers of her right hand found their way through the tangle of blonde down that covered her mons Venus. Meanwhile, she grazed her torso with the nails and fingertips of her left hand. She ran her hand in a circuit from her hip, up to her tummy, between her small breasts, to her neck, then down along her rip cage back to its origin. Goosebumps trail...

= 15: James = Saturday evening, parked about eighty metres from Daisy’s place, I waited for Lizzy to arrive, hoping that she would not see my car in the gloaming. On time, she arrived, stopped right outside her mother’s home, and stepped out of her car, carrying a well-filled holdall, much larger than one would expect for a one-night visit. I was in no hurry, with Classic FM on the radio and Chopin’s Nocturnes filling the...