Masturbation Monday: A change for the better?

Welcome to yet another new week, and that can only mean one thing.

It's Masturbation Monday!

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A change for the better?

As I woke up and stared at my body in utter disbelief the words of the mysterious dark-skinned woman, that I had spent the night before drinking with, reverberated in my mind.

“So you think being a woman is easy? You shall see.”

Panic swept through my body, my new fully female body, as I played her words over and over again in my mind. Surely her words were just that, words with no meaning, yet here I lay, my muscular tanned physique gone and replaced by the soft smooth curves of a woman no older than her mid-twenties. My toned pecs had became large firm breasts, my six-pack stomach now the soft swell of a female, even my cock was gone and in its place the neatly shaved V of a pussy.

Staring for a few seconds, as my new breasts rose and fell rapidly, I closed my eyes tightly and hoped that I was still asleep and the image before me was nothing more than some sort of horrendous nightmare but as I reopened them slowly I saw that it wasn't a dream, I really had become a woman overnight.

As my hands trembled I slowly ran my fingers over my new dark nipples and was stunned at how quickly they became erect, yet the shiver of ecstasy that covered my body with goosebumps stunned me even more. Running my fingers lightly over the soft swell of my unblemished stomach I pinched the waistband of the black lace panties I was wearing and lifted them slowly. Staring at the short golden curls I slip my hand into the panties, my fingers slipping between my thighs and along the slightly moist opening that had replaced my usually hard cock.

At first I snatched my hand away, as my new lips parted slightly, I began to panic even more. Was I destined to live the rest of my live as a woman? Had that woman really put a curse on me, changed my life forever, with those few words? I knew I had to return to the club and find her, get her to take her words back, yet the more I thought about what I needed to do the more the feeling of wanton desire coursing through my body grew.

Closing my eyes, hoping to block the thoughts out, I felt powerless as my fingers slipped back into the panties, my free hand beginning to caress, massage and occasionally pinch my erect nipples and breasts.

Hearing the small gasp escape my lips as two of my fingers slipped easily into my moist pussy I rubbed at the swollen little bud I had first brushed accidentally. Warmth tore through my very soul as my fingers stopped rubbing and started thrusting in and out of the hot, soaking depths of my body, my moans getting louder, my body thrashing wildly all over the bed and I felt the juices, my juices, start to flood over my fingers yet the more I came the harder I rubbed, and the deeper I thrust my fingers, as my body refused to let me stop.

Eventually though, after what felt like hours and with sweat dripping from every pore of my body, I finally collapsed back onto the bed, my breathing erratic, my heart pounding in my chest and I wondered if the mysterious woman really had cursed me or if what she had done was really a blessing in disguise.

©JSMorbius

Masturbation Monday: The wait is almost over

The wait is almost over

For years I had been searching for the perfect woman, the woman I wanted to spend every second of my life with, only for years I had been looking in the wrong fucking place. It was purely by chance we spoke that day but, after seeing your words on the screen, your smiling image just above them, I knew my search was finally over.

Now, as I lay in bed, a smile formed on my lips and I started to think about you again, just like I did every morning when I woke up alone. In fact you were all I had thought about ever since we first met online and, after spending the last eight months getting to know you, I had been looking forward to the day we finally met in person, and that day was finally here.

In less than six hours, you were going to knock on my front door and I would at last be able to wrap my arms around your gorgeous body, pull you close and finally place my lips against yours. Just the thought of being able to hold you close, your body pressed against mine, your small, yet beautiful, breasts pressing against my chest caused my cock to harden rapidly.

Slowly I ran my hand down over my chest pausing only to pinch, and harden, my nipples before wrapping my fist around my hard shaft. Closing my eyes I pictured your beautiful, naked, body lying there next to me and began to stroke my hardness slowly.

The longer I masturbated the more I began to wish you'd just burst through my door, and catch me. Nothing turned me on more than being watched by a beautiful woman, as I stroked my own cock, nothing except for the thought of that beautiful woman taking control and fucking my ass with a large strap on.

Keeping hold of my shaft I reached for my bedside cabinet and eased open the top drawer , After rummaging around for a few seconds I found what I was looking for, and removed it. Keeping my eyes closed, and stroking my hardness slowly, I opened my mouth and lifted what I had removed from the drawer to my lips. Flicking my tongue out I felt the head of the toy, opened my mouth as wide as I could and began to suck the fake cock greedily.

Once it was wet enough I removed it, parted my legs and began to tease my tight virgin ass, pushing and probing until I felt the thick rounded end slide inside me. Slowly I eased the toy as deep in to my ass as I could as I felt my legs start to tremble violently. Knowing I was about to come I tensed my body, determined to hold back as long as possible and began to stroke myself furiously.

With my heart pounding in my chest, and sweat covering my forehead, I finally relaxed. Screaming out your name I bucked my hips, driving the toy against my prostate as I did and began to come. Fucking my ass violently with the toy I milked every drop of my seed from the end of my cock, covering my chest in a river of my white milky fluid, until I collapsed breathlessly, the toy still embedded deep inside my ass, and began dreaming of when you arrived to fuck me with your very own, very real, cock.

©JSMorbius

Masturbation Monday: The power of your voice

The power of your voice

It had been so long since we had made love that I had forgotten what your soft body against mine felt like, yet that didn't stop me dreaming that, maybe one day, we would fuck again like we had when we first met, damn those days were good. Morning, noon and night we would be at it and there was no position, no kink, out of bounds as we get to know every inch of each others body, intimately. Then, just like I always seemed to, I fucked up and until those first few weeks returned I had to make do with my dreams, my fantasies, and my hand.

Thanks to my stupidity, my paranoia, masturbation was now the only release I had from the sexual frustration which tore through my body every time I looked at you, thought of you or even heard your soft voice. Even just thinking of your soft skin, your firm full breasts, your gorgeous legs and tight, shaved, pussy drove me wild with lust, and had me hard within seconds and today was no exception.

Even though we'd ended our phone conversation with yet another argument my cock had stayed as hard as it had gone when I first heard your voice on the other end of the line, just as it always did.

For a few seconds I stared at the receiver, and wondered whether to call you back, even though my cock was pressing so hard against the zipper of my jeans it was beginning to hurt. Deciding it would be better to let you calm down I replaced the receiver, lay back on the sofa and quckly undid my jeans, to release my throbbing hardness, not even bothering to check if my front door was locked.

Closing my eyes I pictyred you in the room with me, naked and curled my fist lightly around my hard shaft and slowly, at least to begin with, began to move my hand up and down the shaft while letting my free hand slip between my legs and toy with my tight ass, just like you always used to. Moaning your name softly as I increased the speed of my hand around my cock, the finger I was using to trace my tight hole eventually slipped through my feeble defenses and quickly found my prostate.

Gasping loudly,not caring if anybody heard me through the paper thin walls or not, my legs began to tremble violently and my balls tightened in their sac. Furiously I stroked my hardness and as I flicked the finger, buried in my ass, over my prostate my cock twitched in my fist.

Calling out your name as the first stream of thick, milky, liquid exploded forcefully from the slit in the end of my cock, and splashing on my face, I continue to stroke myself until I had completely milked every drop of seed from my body.

©JSMorbius

Masturbation Monday: As morning comes so do I

As morning comes so do I

Waking up alone, and as hard as rock, I closed my eyes again and wrapped my fist around my throbbing shaft. Picturing your lithe, slightly tanned body, naked, I began to move my hand up and down my shaft slowly. Fuck you were red hot. I had lost count of the number of times I had come, as I thought of all the things we could do to each other. You were the only one I thought of when I masturbated because, to me, it would feel like I was cheating on you if I thought of anyone else, even though I knew that was stupid.

I had been fantasizing about you ever since the first day I saw you, in your lingerie, staring back at me from the screen. I had even spoke to you a few times, but never had the balls to tell you how you made me feel.

Now though as I imagined you in front of me, a look of pure lust in your eyes, I began to buck my hips and stroke myself even faster. As my legs began to tremble violently and my balls tightened in their sac I whispered your name softly, thinking about the next time I saw you on screen. I decided that, whatever the outcome, I would tell you exactly how you made me feel.

Gasping loudly I gripped my shaft tightly and moaned your name again, as the first stream of my seed erupted from the end of my cock. I continued to masturbate, slowly, until the last of my come hung limply from the end of my hardness. Only then did I let my body relax, my seed beginning to trickle over my stomach, as your image slowly faded from my mind.

©JSMorbius