For someone who hated gym class in school, I’d developed a surprising affinity for swimming during my first year at university. Entering my second year after the summer break, I stopped by the campus pool, eager to step back into the water. My return coin...
Our weekly masturbation sessions had a really nice vibe to them. They always started with solo pleasure while watching each other, then we would naturally pair off and have sex. Samantha and my best friend Tiff were now girlfriends, while Jack and Steven...
Only the previous week, Samantha had found out we'd been secretly using her place for our masturbation group – and that her little brother had organised it. Instead of freaking out, though, she'd ended up joining us and had even helped Tiff and I to buy o...
The five of us were masturbating in front of each other. 'This is weird,' Jack kept saying. 'This is really weird.' 'And yet you're still here,' said Samantha. 'Go out the room if you don't like it, or go home.' Jack and Samantha were siblings. Less than...
Steven was sitting on the living room couch being masturbated by Jack while Tiff and I gently sucked on his nipples. The boys turned to kiss each other and Tiff ran her fingertips over one of my breasts. Steven was just about to orgasm, so I lowered my he...
With a huge thanks to Jack, four of our changing room group were able to keep meeting and masturbating during the summer holidays. Every Friday night, his big sister Samantha let him use her flat while she was out at the clubs, allowing him and his friend...
Once a week for most of the school year, the boys had been squeezing into our changing rooms for what they called Wank Wednesday. It was exactly what it sounds like. After games class, we'd been watching each other masturbate. It was originally a female-o...
Nobody can remember who first suggested masturbating together, but this year it's become our little treat after games class every Wednesday. We go to a private school with a massive sports field. It has a large changing block split in two halves by a narr...
In love, in pain, a lonely pearl lending voice to song; twisted and bent, and not so slender. What can be done for a girl with self-image gone wrong, caged forever in blurry gender? Blank stare, hypnotic whorl, shattering passion, loud as a gong... Her ha...
Are we not both roses grown from the same bush, Budding and blooming with petals grown flush? Are your leaves green as the green of my own? Do your thorns not prick as mine own be known? Surely our scent be the same, for how could it not? Yet you’re prais...
