Masturbation

I parked beside the house, lit a cigarette, and when she came out braless beneath her blouse, I knew our first date wouldn't end with simple conversation.

Whenever the house was empty, I closed the door to their bedroom, opened her secret drawer, and lost myself smelling, sucking, and moaning alone.

She only wanted to ask an awkward question; that same night, she ended up in my bed, determined to discover what she could feel.

At twenty-three, I still didn’t know how to touch myself. One summer night, a noise in the hallway and an ajar door taught me everything at once.

I switched on the nightstand lamp, lifted my camisole, and started playing with my nipples while thinking of him. I never imagined how it would end.

I locked the door, left the lube on the nightstand, and finally decided to try what had secretly aroused me for years.

My wife was only supposed to let herself be watched, but when she saw him touching himself in the armchair, she whispered that we shouldn’t leave him out.

I told him I was going home, but I turned the car around before leaving the parking lot and went straight back to fulfill everything we’d spent weeks getting each other hot over.

I went into that empty construction site out of curiosity and came out with my mouth full, my legs trembling, and wanting the next one to come in.

Diego slept facedown. I stared at the ceiling with my hand between my legs, returning in my mind to that night in the back room of Rocco’s bar.

When my boyfriend showed me the woman he’d cheated with, I was already too wet to pretend I wanted to leave.

I stayed hidden in the kitchenette listening to their voices, and when she walked in and saw my bulge, I knew there was no way out.

I was only going to look and satisfy my curiosity, but when I saw his cock, I knew I wouldn't be going home the same man.

I opened the door without panties, let him watch me all night, and ended up so wet I could barely hide it.

I wanted to play heroine on a rainy night, but when they cornered me in that alley I realized I’d provoked something far more dangerous.

I watched him disappear in the elevator and thought I'd made a fool of myself; when the bell rang again, I was still naked and hornier than before.

He arrived begging over another woman and ended up on his knees between us, not realizing when he stopped pleading and started truly wanting.

She went down to take out the garbage in a sheer nightgown with no bra and took ten minutes to return. When I heard her in the shower, I knew something had broken forever.

I recognized him across the party and never imagined we’d end up alone, our hands trembling and our cocks hard inside my car.

After coming several times, my pussy was still throbbing with one fixed idea: stop touching myself alone and ask her to come for me.