As usual, I had "relaxed" and let the doctor insert that damn speculum and rummage around in there. The moment when they take the actual smear, why do they say it doesn’t hurt? Well, perhaps not hurt, but for me it stings. Then there is that futile attempt at cleaning up afterwards. Why is it that KY, supposedly water based, is so damn difficult to clean?

So, out into the street with a feeling in my panties like I had just been laid and had cum running out of me, and then it hit me, I ..more.

I recently joined a gym, and about a week later, it was completely refitted with some kit I had never seen before. Even the treadmills looked more hi-tech, and I noticed some pieces of equipment I had never seen before. One was called the Captains Chair. It is for strengthening your upper leg muscles and you can use it by pushing a weight outwards or, by crossing your legs, inwards.

I tried the "outie" but that really hurt! Then I hooked my leg over it and began a rhythmic swinging ..more.

Nothing excites me more than wetting myself and masturbating. I love waking to the first light and reaching down into my panties while my bladder is full. The urgency of me needing to urinate coupled with my very strong sexual appetite has me continually wetting myself and masturbating daily.

Most mornings upon waking, I turn over onto my front and slide my hand down the front of my thick cotton panties. My forearm pushes against my bladder and I can feel my pussy starting to relieve itself of my ..more.

I’m twenty four and my story is about the mental aspect of the sex drive. There must be literally hundreds of things that turn people on sexually and cause them to do sexual things such as having sex and masturbating. I want to share with you something that really turned me on in a big way. I don’t know if this would turn others on but it certainly affected me.

About six months ago my friend of ten years, Janet and I were talking about sexual gratification while having lunch. She told me that she ..more.

For the past few months I have been under a lot of stress at work, and a couple of my co-workers have noticed it. They asked me about it and I told them I haven’t been sleeping well because of the projects I’m involved in, and I just can’t get relaxed. One of them told me she had a solution to it, and the next day she brought in a yoga disc to watch. I had never done yoga before and I figured I would give it a chance. She pulled me off to the side and told me kind of quietly, that the best way to do it ..more.

Have you ever experienced a total oneness with the night? A moment where every touch, sight and smell melt into one?

The sand was warm, but then, here, it always is even after being kissed by the sea with each wave. At night, the silver surf appears to be almost languid, a giant tongue kissing and caressing its lover who shifts visibly under its touch. With each step, I drew tantalisingly closer to the ocean, almost allowing it to caress my naked feet, but staying just out of its reach.

Like an urgent ..more.

I met him at work and we agreed to go out on Saturday for the day. It was a hot day, the first really hot day we have had, and I dressed the part. Summer dress, knickers, and that was about it.

We went up to London for the day and we got on like crazy. I was actually on the train with him going up to London when I became acutely aware of how sexy he was! His voice, his body language, everything. By the time our train arrived, I was already horny. (NOT helped by the fact that I haven’t had proper sex ..more.

I was asked by a friend to relate something that just happened to me working in the medical profession.

When I was interning as a nurse, and I mean interning as working for no pay I saw plenty of naked bodies. I saw so many I thought I was abnormal for having no feelings at all towards any of them. Hearing others talk made me self conscious about my sexuality.

Until one day I was just over twenty years and still a virgin. I was in the exam room with my aunt who was a doctor. I kept notes for her during ..more.

I was told to write this, ordered, in fact.

As I do, my livid pink vibe has been sunk into my cunt, shaking me from from deep within. It isn’t lost on me how much that’s an analogy for this relationship… the one where I am ordered and obey.

I never thought I would answer to ‘slave,’ you see. The idea was absurd and disquieting. When we began, he was simply ‘sir.’ He would enjoy the control of being able to tell me to play with myself in this way or that, to apply wax and clips, to snap a shot for his ..more.

As far back as I can remember I have always been masturbating. From the time I was in day care I would unconsciously have my hands in my pants and be rubbing away. My parents never condemned me for touching myself and I never thought it was wrong. I loved sitting in my room for hours playing with my clit. I played with myself having a more childish version of an orgasm but it didn’t stop me. I tried to learn as much about sex as I could and teach all my friends about it. I remember being a little girl on ..more.

My story is about self-realization. Learning something about yourself that you never knew before. In my case I am not at all happy with what I learned about myself but I don’t know that there is anything I can do about it. I am thinking about getting counselling but that is quite expensive. I told my story to my mom and she said it’s only a big deal in your mind if you let it become a big deal.

My daughter Traci is fifteen and a wonderful girl. Last summer she had invited her best friend Marcie over ..more.

This incident happened two years ago when I was eighteen. My mom and dad and my younger sister and I were flying across country to visit with a relative that we hadn’t seen in at least five years. It was summer time and mom and I wore sleeveless tops and fairly short summery skirts. Mom and I sat together and directly in front of us sat dad and little sis. This was done so sis and I didn’t act up. At eighteen and fourteen we could be a handful sometimes. It was an evening flight and shortly after ..more.

Since I was a girl I have been turned on by pictures of nude women. While I have come to appreciate the beauty and sensuality of the photos and women themselves, what really gets me going is thinking about all the men that are jacking off to those same photos. I realize that there is some nude photography that is done for art’s sake, but come on. Most is purely for masturbation inspiration.

My obsession probably started when I was in Jr High school, back in the ’70s. One Friday night I was spending the ..more.

Because I live alone and in a bit of a shitty area I got myself a hand gun. Nothing too fancy just a revolver. Anyway when I got the thing home I couldn’t resist posing with it in front of the mirror. I thought I looked kind of sexy with my street clothes on but I wanted to see what I looked like in my bra and panties. So I stripped off and did a bit more posing and even took a couple of photos of myself holding the gun in front of my 36F puppies. (No I won’t send them to you)

By this time I was feeling ..more.

When I was thirteen, I used to like reading stories about women being desperate to pee or having accidents and enjoying them. I felt naughty, I honestly was too young to even know what "aroused" feels like, or "sexy". I just knew reading the stories entertained me, made me feel rebellious. At the tender age of thirteen, attention is something every girl craves.

One night, I was under my covers, with the lights off and my IPod on. I was wearing a long tee shirt and ..more.

My master isn’t nearby geographically, and thus often sets me tasks to do on my own. Sometimes they’re to be filmed, more because of my discomfort in front of a camera and for his enjoyment than any proof. If one decides to enter a long distance relationship of any sort, trust is something of a requirement.

He has a fondness for the discomfort and mess of setting such tasks when I’m on my period. Seeing his slave smeared in blood, is a particular kink of his, and, as difficult as it can be getting past ..more.

In High School the hottest teacher we had was a guy named Mr Jones who taught Gym. A lot of girls liked to go and watch the boys training just to see him in shorts. I used to sit there with soaking wet panties before heading off to the girls room for relief. Those big, thick, hairy thighs were in my minds eye quite often when I whacked off!

Also, he was obviously pretty large and never wore a jock, so it used to flop about quite a bit! The girls used to talk about that with a lot of pleasure. One of ..more.

At the age of 22 I was training for a new job so I rented a room close to where I would be during those two months. I took room and board with a couple in their early 30′s, Darren and Judy with no kids. They were both fun, fit and full of life with no hang-ups at all.

Within the first few days I learned they were very sexual people too. The first night I was sleeping early from the long day. The second night was a bit different. It was a Sunday and they made me a wonderful dinner. We ate and talked and ..more.

A year ago, I shared my story that happened at my neighborhood barbeque. When Brenda brought me inside to clean my jacket off and proceeded to bring me to a near orgasm. Since, I felt a little shame about it and nothing came up about it. I promised Brenda "a surprise" but I either never had the nerve or the opportunity to do anything with her remotely sexual. Once again, my friend who showed me this site told me to share this:

Now, two weeks ago, Brenda and I went to the local gym like ..more.

The first time I jilled brought about the most intense feeling I had ever experienced.

I felt like a real adult: my parents gave me new responsibilities like checking the mail every day and doing more chores around the house. Although most sixth graders would begrudge the thought, I embraced the new steps forward. Every day after my March birthday I woke up thinking, "I AM A WOMAN!" However, it wasn’t until my first orgasm on a lazy Sunday afternoon that I accessed feelings deeper than ..more.