I love it that I can shift between masculine and feminine partners. It's not just about having options; it's about having access to different versions of mysel…
When I was younger my mother caught me playing with myself and told me it was a sin, and that single, shame-filled moment became a twisted lens through which I…
I haven't masturbated in years but last night, the silence of the apartment became unbearable and the old, forgotten urge returned with a sudden, startling for…
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I am jerking off my pathetic, 3-inch penis right now. I hate how small and worthless it looks in my hand. It’s barely a handful, and every time I look down at …
I need to tell you the truth. You think I'm just at home hanging out when you're at work, but I've been seeing other people. Not to date, and not for romance. …
I have to come clean about something. I know you see the plastic tube and the pump sitting on the nightstand, and maybe you think I just use it for "growth" or…
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I actually did it. I met someone online and arranged for it to happen at a hotel. When I got there, I stripped and let them tie me to the bed, face up. I made …
It’s hard to find a space where I don’t feel like I’m sticking out like a sore thumb, but in that room, the lines blur enough that I can just exist. It’s a gro…
My partner falls asleep so fast after we have sex. One minute you're moving, the next you're dead weight beside me. And I'm just... awake. Staring at the ceili…
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I have a secret desire that I've kept locked away for years. I'm a guy, and I'm completely obsessed with dildos. It started innocently enough, just a flicker o…
The apartment is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the sticky sound of my own breathing. I can still smell the bar on my clothes—the stale beer…
Let me explain to you in plain English how a non-binary person like myself likes to get off. Forget the boxes. Forget "man" and "woman" and all the expectation…
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I live with my aunt, she's not married and she always leaves her bedroom door open and I can see her masturbate. It started by accident. I was walking past her…
I know what people would think if they knew. They'd call me a pervert, a degenerate. Maybe they're right. But they don't understand the thrill. It's not about …
It's still early on New Year's Eve 2025. The sun's going down, casting that weird, orange glow over the city. I can already hear the distant, bass-heavy thump …
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