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Panty-less

Rachel woke up from an unexpected wet dream and it just wasn’t enough for her, not even close. Her FBTs she slept in was wet, but she didn’t get any orgasms. It was a rainy cold morning, and she had nothing on on her last minute off day given by her boss. She worked for a company that well.. deals with classified data on the net. So it was possible to work from home anyway. 

Picking her least worn skirt, a pink pleated cotton skirt, a short spagetti top and a sheer scarf she would often wrap herself with, she placed her selection on the bed and went for her usual hour long bath. Rachel knew how to enjoy life, her fair slender body was hard earned from the daily workout she planned. And her fairess was from the spam of Dove milk bath. 

She already had her clean undies prepared on the hangars of the bathroom. 

*Ringgggg….*

Her home phone rang and quickly, she ran out in a short pink Hello Kitty towel, to answer her mother’s morning call. 

Rachel: ‘Yes mum, I’m awake already. Am bathing now.’

Rachel: ‘Love you too. See you tonight.’

Her mum didn’t know Rachel had an off day, but she wouldn’t be home either, so it won’t make any difference if her mum knew. She pulled the curtains close and paused in front of her bed. 

*Bra? Yes. Panties? No.*

Her mind was made. She slipped her padless bra on and slipped the spag top over, snaking her low skirt up her legs and rests nicely on her hips. Finally, drapping the scarf over her shoulders. It wasn’t the first time she went panty-less, but it wasn’t many times she did it either. Cooling, airy, naked, insecure. That’s what makes it thrilling right? Still, she had no plans on where to go.

Rachel then fired up her Domo garskinned iPhone and clicked on the bus information to the National Library. It would be a ride long enough for her to wander her mind, but not long enough to give her a butt cramp.

‘3 mins, 8 mins’. She’ll make it for the eight minutes’ bus. Picking up her ‘getaway’ bag, Rachel slinged it over her shoulders and made sure her boobs did not get in the way. Jumping into her pair of white low heels, she left home.

The new lift stopping at every floor wasn’t her path, she likes taking stairs. As she walked down, she felt the first ‘awkwardness’. The fast pacing was inviting wind under her skirt, it felt cooling, but at the same time dangerous – what if someone looked up? She got off the last flight of stairs and gave her letterbox a peek, bending over enough for the guy beside to stare at the shortening tempt. 

Rachel didn’t give a hoot to him though. She went to the bus stop and sat down, her hands in her bag struggling with her iPod classic and headphones. Just right then, a bus drove up fast and lifted her skirt enough to reveal a flash. Some guys stared at her, not her face, but her skirt, hoping a rewind would happen and they would pay more attention.

Rachel was sure at least one saw, but acted blur scrolling through her songs. ‘Kalafina – I have a dream’, a rhythmic track to drown out the noisy ambient. She kept her bag on her thighs until the bus was in sight, she then stood up and waited sweetly for the bus to stop.

The distance between the steps and ground was a little higher on the older buses, and the step she took was being eyed by the driver and the passenger sitting behind. Her waxed pussy lips parted and caught the light breeze blowing. 

Rachel knew she will be in for some ‘willing disadvantage’, but the thought of turning guys on excited her. Looking at this pretty slut who could dress and daring enough to go panty-less, yet lack the ability to do anything to her. Frustration? Raging (angry) hormones? Either way, she won’t be able to do anything for any guy.

She sat at the exit, where the doors opened and you could look right in. Her skirt was so short you could see much of her fair thighs, and get you even more surprised if you can give them a squeeze, firmness, yet tenderness. No one would be able to imagine.

The ride was made short by her music and thoughts of her plan to start an art gallery. A short doze completed her journey, ending just at the right stop. She hopped off the last step but there was nothing that you missed. 

Rachel knew what danger she was in, and well had in her mind how much she was going to show off. The glass elevator of the library was surely the last peek any lucky studious guy had. She didn’t close nor opened her legs. A little less than shoulder width apart, paired with a skirt just about two palms’ width of length. 

Which guy wouldn’t pretend there was no other seats except hers? Two failed hook ups, one failed pervert trying to catch her upskirt. Rachel wasn’t an easy girl to get, but she is easy to please. Food, interesting outings, massages and she’s all heels over head. At least her knees will be over the shoulders if she did manage to meet someone who could match her intellectually. 

Trip home was less happening though, lack of lighting and tiredness, sleep proved more desired than the unwanted perks from her upskirt flashing. 

Home, dinner, then a little visual excitement and an orgasmic entry to sleep.

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Solo

Written by J. On behalf of a friend, a girl.

I was in front of my computer, watching a video sent from a friend ‘x-art_carlie_leila_intimo_hd.wmv’. It’s kind of weird for me to be watching this since I don’t get tempted that easily. Two girls making out, eating each other. There wasn’t any need to hold back this awesome night anyway. Willing, I let my mind do what it wants – to anywhere on me. My left hand ran downwards between my legs, which was already wide apart. Sitting on an office chair sure didn’t give me too much space to cross my legs.

I felt naked. Yes I was in my over-sized white boyfriend shirt and one of the huge collection of ‘standard’ panties – spandex, cotton, thin, comfy. I still felt naked. My fingers slid between the seams of the underwear and pass the smooth hairless skin, stopping on my slit right above the clit. As the girl in the video starts to press into her own pussy, I did the same as well. The music with the video was great, relaxing, high definition. I had no worry being on my headphones at all. I was simply doing what the girl was doing in the video.

Moans started escaping my mouth and I got a little breathless as well, it was after all, exercise. The one spot I focused on managed to get the whole of my system heated up and lubricated. I needed more, something to fill me up. Maybe the new borosilicate glass toy I’ve bought a long time ago but dare not use? Which size was a little scary, since I was about 15 when I bought it online. Now, legal meant wide enough, and some other perks for more fun. I retrived it from my shoebox at the bottom of my brimming wardrobe. The newspaper doing little to protect was ripped off and given a quick rinse under some warm water.

Once ready, I slipped it through one of the openings at my thighs, gliding it up and down, making sure it’s well coated with my own fluid. A few minutes later and I couldn’t take it anymore, the glass dildo is making its way in itself. I could feel the ball head pushing my pussy open, and separating the passage for more of it to enter. The cold, wet, transparent toy is going to fill me up. Half of it.. all of it, fifteen seconds. As the coldness leaves the glass, I knew it was heating up, to my body. My hand pulled the toy out, and the little suction prevented it from being pushed out so easily. This pull and push action was like fucking a dick, but just that it doesn’t get any warmer than this.

As I went on, my hand pushed the toy deeper and harder, it was something so pleasant and high that made me do that, the intense but short electrifying shock sent to my mind. Felt totally relaxing and addictive that my body was moving on its own, making sure every ounce of phenylethylamine gets out, pumping dopamine right to the pleasure reception on the brain. I was really high, I could tell that this was barely better than sex. The little bumps on the toy helped a lot I guess. I could tell it was coming soon, but my desires and lust doesn’t slow down to let me enjoy of this.

My hand gave the last dips into my contractions and as it stays plugged inside, a stream of clear smooth warm liquid flowed, along whatever was sticking out and onto the chair. My mind was totally drained, according to books and researches, a girl during the masturbation part feels what the guys feel when they ejaculate. Meaning I’ve been enjoying a whole three or four minutes of what guys enjoy in let’s say, ten seconds? Wow. Now, a little clean up to do. (:

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Masturbation

Written by J. On behalf of a friend, a girl.

It was as close as I got to touching myself. I’ve never allowed my lust to overcome me, but I know the day will come. There’s no one home today, my parents and sister out of the country for a holiday. Let’s just take it as I have the whole house to myself. Let me put this down as clearly as I remembered, and I hope it would serve as a bridge to those who have not/ does not masturbate. I am a girl, sleeping braless has been a routine for as long as I can remember. The worn out soft oversized tee still feels best for sleeping in, as I’ve been wearing them for so long. Everytime I move around, the silky material would run along my breasts, and the nipples will be ones to be in constant contact. Once in a while, I would feel turned on, and be so tempted to give my nipples a hard pinch or a roll between my fingers, to release whatever chemicals to feel.. pleasure.

Pleasure had a different meaning then, I didn’t give in to these little temptations, yet something in my mind keeps telling me to find a good time to really enjoy discovering it. So, seems like today.

I lie on the bed naked, under the quilt blanket, had my mind cleared and MonsterBeats over my head, connected to my iPod Classic. A track which had been my favourite since the movie – Titanic, was playing softly into my mind. It has the power to link anything to it, be it a ship sinking, or love making. Everything was in place, my other super duper soft pillow at my calves. For this ‘journey’ my eyes are closed, never once I did open them. I was no longer just thinking nor moving – for once, I feel.

My two hands lay on the waist I’ve been exercising to maintain a good 25 inches. Both of them moved north, up across my freshly showered body, emitting a sweet smell from the foam. Pausing below my B cups breasts, I gave it a little squeeze along the curves and then slowly pull my fingers over the hills. Warm. Secure. It was different from wearing a bra, nor giving myself a clean up during showers. My breasts felt warm with my hands over it. Without rush, two fingers got into position for both hands, a pinching pose. Five fingers dragging themselves in the direction of each nipple, the thumbs and indexes were the ones to hold the peaks. Giving some energy to the four fingers on my two points, I could feel the pressure generating more warmth.

How about I give these two a sudden squeeze? What would I feel?

And I did. A jolt of electrical signal reached the tip of the sensitive brownish nipples and then a delayed dispersion away from it. It didn’t just reach my breasts, a separate distinct jolt went downwards and gathered there. It marked my first sign of wetting. It felt warm too, at my genitals. I thought it was managable to continue fondling with my breasts, pinching, pulling, rolling, kneading the both of them with my whole hands. The only physical response I got was the wetness collecting between my legs. Apart from that, pinching my erected nipples with my manicured nails did trigger something else. Hmm.. Let me put the whole sensation into words.

Emotionally, it felt like a hug, safe, secure, it was a sign you know something about your body. And your body showed you something which you deserved. Sensationally, it was an electrical shock to your body, but only along everything sensitive on you, from your brains, down to your lips, neck, chests, breasts, together with your spine, the whole feeling continued downwards, across your stomach, hips, inner thighs, then finally to your pussy. It wasn’t painful, it was similar to a mental-physical response when you pee. Relieve, happy, warm, dominating, wilderness. It definitely was addictive.

My left hand then draw itself away from the nipple, and slid down the hump, travelling across the stomach, to the hip.

*Ready? I ask myself.

I wonder what respond was I waiting for. My fingers led the way, and stopped between the tip of the slit and the belly button. It was like betting on a jackpot, only that you knew you would win in the end. It’s not the pleasure that I was afraid I will get addicted to, but the thought of a first ride on a roller coaster came. There is no way to ‘undo’ this experience. Once I board this ‘roller coaster’ I won’t be coming back here. It will be a whole different place I am going to and roller coasters are everywhere. Temptation of the thrills getting myself off would be at every corner.

Stop. I was ready to live it. Pushing my fingers in the direction of the slit, the middle went right along the cut. Pressing harder into the soft grounds, I allowed lust, curiosity, pleasure to lead me. Here on, it was no longer me in control. Immediately, the tip of my middle finger curled backwards and it was right then I felt a shock through my body, exactly the opposite way my mind sent the first waves of the signal. Across my hips, stomach, back, breasts, neck, lips, eyes and into my mind. How could eating chocolate every come close to this feeling? I felt real. It was everything but nothing I’ve felt before – emotional, physical, spiritual. Instinctive. That’s one word to phrase it. A dirty word would be ‘animalistic’. By simply rubbing it, pressing it with a little pressure on and off, rolling it between two fingers, same but different feelings of pleasure come to mind. Every different strokes would send a different wavelength with a same message.

I do shave, and I wasn’t sure if that was the cause, I felt like I had the perfect girl’s pussy, soft, warm, smooth, wet. As I followed my lusty instinct, it became harder to stop or slow myself down. My mind learns fast, and gets addicted even faster. What’s next?

*What’s deeper inside? Imagine there is a spot which gets better than this. Ohh.. I can’t imagine! I have to find out for myself.*

Dragging my finger towards my ass, an entrace greeted me with an even intense shock to my body, officially wetting my both my lips to the max. All I could here was ‘Welcome! Come on it. You’d love it here so much that you can’t stop thinking about it ever.‘ Pushing my finger in a little, the intense feeling followed with every motion, and dimished whenever I stopped to feel. I realised pulling my finger out works differently, a mixed sense of unwillingness and reduced intensity discouraged me NOT to stop. So, I went on.

Exploring the unknowns, every probe sent me a message. There was no one single area that sent me the ‘pain’, nor there was a clear spot which excelled better than others. Everyone inch was different. Now, if only I can stimulate all of them at once. But before that, let me get to the end of the unknowns. My legs were already perked up, knees pointing to the ceiling and the pillow under my lower back. More reach. My finger reached deeper in and there I found something. A spot that would send a non-stop intense signal to my mind the moment I touched it, and when it gets a little weaker, a little nudge would amplify it back to the normal ‘high’ intensity. G-Spot? I don’t know. But it felt good.

Masturbation is a pleasure mix of numbness, contractions, happiness, blissfulness, ignorance (similar to being on drugs), confusion, wilderness, curiosity, security, satisfaction (from stimulation and discovery), relieve. One can really throw everything away while you are at it. I know I could.

As I continued to probe and stimulate every single part of me, I tried to at every point find a spot more intense than other. After a good ten minutes, an eerie feeling set in. It’s like standing on a cliff blindfolded. Imagine the wind, sea, calmness, excitement from running up the highest mountain with your friends, family, everyone that made you happier in every aspect of life, and suddenly someone stopped you. Yet allows you to carry on once you are ready.

The pleasure is one thing, but what is this? This level of uncertainty is unknown, unfelt, and unprepared for. What if I went on, would I die? The intensity of pleasure and shocks and brain signals got so strong I was certain something would end it. But what is it? When/ where marks the end? I wanted to find out the same night. No one dies from masturbation, but no one speaks of this sense of uncertainty. There could only be one reason. It was untold to anyone because each one of us who masturbates, be it guys or girls, have to take this leap of faith. So I leaped.

My fingers rubbed till I was at the peak, and a sudden contraction took over my body, forcing my fingers to get out, but no! At the same time, wriggling my fingers inside the crazily tight wet hole was amplifying all of the pleasure stacked together. Since the beginning of my exploration to this, everything came to mind, it was a summary, a happy ending. I moved my fingers for as long as I could withstand, and as my body got drained in a few seconds, an unbearable tickle came in as I slipped my finger out of the sore, wet slit. A few probes showed me one thing, every single nanometer of my vagina is now activated, sensitive to any contact, be it wind or touch. What happens if I continued triggering the sensitive parts? I don’t know. But it was a very happy tickle, I rememebered I quickly pulled my finger despite that and poked around, finding out where it was sensitive. It didn’t hurt. Now, let me get something that could contact every possible parts inside my pussy at the same time. My mind is kind of hooked onto that thought and thrill.

Self-control is a choice. I don’t give in to my lust or horniness just because my mind/ body wants it. I decide if I deserve it. A ‘NO’ is still possible, taking the energy and focus I would required after a session of self-pleasure. Implicating daily tasks with personal pleasure seems inconsiderate and unethical. Now, who deserves me to help him get off?

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(cont.) Endless Blackmail

Part 1

When Adeline was awake, she was dressed in her underwear and woke up with a bump on her head.

Friend: ‘I think you hit your head and fainted.’

Adeline knew that wasn’t the case, the bump was.. minor compared to what she had been through. In any way, she recovered and school resumed, as dark as that night was, she tried to keep it from affecting her studies. Her skirt was still of the same length, her character was of the same energy, but there was no more undone-first-button.

It was after recess one day and she went back to class like everyone else did, opening her back to take out her homework for Maths. A brown Manila envelop was also among her sheets of paper. She took it out and looked around for any names or messages, none. Feeling inside the envelop, there was something bumpy, like clothing, and something hard, like a thumb drive.

She had to wait till school ended before checking out the envelop. Having no choice, her persistent friend, Cindy stayed with her and so Adeline took whatever is inside out. A photo of her sprawled on the bathroom floor, in bra and panties in A4, her worn panties covered in cum in a zip lock, a slip of paper and an unlabelled thumb drive.

We have you on a leash. Try anything funny and all these will be online. Thumb drive contains more images and videos. Hope you will enjoy yourself. Stay in class after school.

Oh no, why are they still in class. And this time, Cindy is in it.

A little about Cindy, she is one of Adeline’s good friend. The both of them are ‘toilet sisters’ (whenever girls need to go to the loo in pairs), eat and does their work together. Same age as her, fifteen, but way more demure. She bid by every rule and her grades were not as awesome as Adeline’s, but not too bad either.

Just then, two guys stepped in.

Adeline: ‘Ryan! You were the one behind all these?’

Ryan: ‘Chill girls. I’m not behind all these, I’m still in it. Oh, Cindy is here too. Looks like we will need more guys.’

He asked the other to keep watch outside the class, and sat on a chair in front of the two girls.

Ryan: ‘Cindy, do you want to stay?’

Cindy: ‘To hell with you Ryan. I’m staying with Adeline.’

Ryan stood up and whip out his dick, disregard for the ‘new’ girl in class.

Ryan: ‘Adeline, you don’t want the pictures to go anywhere right? Be the slut. Be a bitch.’

Adeline didn’t have any choice, she was already way dirtier than this. Giving a guy a blowjob wouldn’t make anything worse. She can’t ask Cindy for help either right? Her good friend whispered something into Adeline’s ear and she looked better immediately, taking out her water bottle for a sip before the meal.

Like a pro, she took Ryan’s dick into her mouth and right down her throat as deep as she could get. Adeline didn’t slow down unless she was gagging, she kept going fast and swiftly in and out. Cindy couldn’t just sit there and watch her good friend get tortured. She slid her fingers up Adeline’s skirt and driving towards her panties, she started to ease her of the ache by giving her a sensual massage at the right spot.

What did Cindy say to Adeline?

Cindy (whisper): ‘Just make him cum quickly and we can go le. Focus on that.’

If you can imagine, Cindy, Adeline and Ryan was in this act so dirty no other would win them. Cindy masturbating Adeline, Adeline giving Ryan a blowjob. He wasn’t that great either. Within minutes, she managed to make him cum and had to swallow every drop as he held her head over his dick as he ejected his sperms. Knowing it wouldn’t just end there, the two girls watched as the noobish Ryan cleaned up and made his next demand.

Ryan: ‘Cindy. Your turn. You want to help Adeline keep the secret?’

Adeline: ‘Nono! Keep her out of this!’

Ryan: ‘No. She knows, she’s part of the deal now. Cindy, stand up and bend over the table.’

Adeline immediately stood up and did, not going to sacrifice her good friend. Her perky butt lay protruding for Ryan and he didn’t wait long before helping himself to her juiced pussy, thanks to Cindy. He held her firm ass and stuck it in. Going for a little tease first, he took a whopping minute to slid his dick in. Adeline almost cried out for him to stick the whole thing in, that she needed it badly, but she’s still under control, not sure for how long though.

He drove his dick in like a pile driver and kept going, like a desperate overloaded useless prick who couldn’t get a girl since he was born, he was speaking like one too. Pounding and cursing all the vulgarities, it was degrading to the max. Another few minutes and Ryan was at his peak again, pulling out just in time to spray his ‘dripping’ dick onto Adeline’s back. It was literally dripping, 3-4 drops. That showed how lousy he was.

Ryan: ‘Tomorrow. Same time. Same place. Cindy, you stay as well. I’ll bring Zack.’

Zack? Zack was Cindy’s crush. And since they met in secondary three, her mind had been fucking him everyday. Would Ryan really bring him tomorrow? It’s totally wrong, but Cindy’s body and mind wouldn’t say no to his assault on her body and pussy.

With that, Cindy got a little wet and Adeline couldn’t say no or risk her future. The two girls cleaned up fast and left the failure in class, still fumbling with his lifeless dick. Adeline has got her good friend into this, even if she doesn’t mind giving it to Zack, still, Cindy’s her friend.

2. (cont.) Transformed Personality

3. (cont.) Mega Gangbang

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New Pair

Written by J. On behalf of a friend, a girl.

I’ve received a package in the mail today, and it was quite a surprise, both good and bad. One, someone knew where I lived, and managed to send something to me. It was kind of scary since that person could just pay me a visit. Two, in the package is something I’ve never seen before.

It’s a pair of normal looking super comfortable panties, black in colour, but with a few hard electrical (I presume). Along with it is a remote control, with two buttons, ‘OFF’ and ‘Mode’, totally like my wireless vibrator.

I gave it a wash under some detergent and running water, since if it cannot withstand moisture, then it would be quite useless right? :P After that, I felt so driven to plan something for the day, since it was a beautiful Saturday. To go to the MAAD flea at Singapore Red Dot Museum.

Wearing my new panties, I dressed up in my flirtly white spagetti top, and.. a yellow dress over. Haha. Spoiler /: And my favourite flats with a flower on it. The feeling was definitely erotic, so afraid that someone would imagine what I was wearing inside, yet I want to be free and get as horny I can outdoors.

I took the train from Bishan to Tanjong Pagar. Hmm.. there was no seats. So I had to stand and ‘try’ the new panties on the crowded cabin. Getting it to start was troublesome enough, reaching into my little bag I had with me, just to realize I didn’t remember which button was the ‘ON’.

*What if the OFF button don’t work? Wouldn’t I be either horny for the whole trip or panty-less?*

The first button didn’t work, and the second did. Once it started working, a cold shiver ran up my spine. The vibrating nub on the panties was right at my clitoris, and I meant exactly pressing hard on it. My honey immediately accumulated around and the panties was absorbing up a lot of it as well.

Sad to say, none of the modes generate enough intensity to give me an orgasm, but still glad that I wouldn’t have to climax on board, couldn’t even imagine a moan escaping my lips.

I wonder if anyone felt the warm breathing from my mouth, or my flushed face. Obviously pretending to be busy on my iPhone wasn’t working. My other hand was in the bag, clicking through the various ‘morse-code-like’ vibration modes.

I didn’t turn it off during the transit to the other train line and I consider myself lucky to get a seat on the transit and crossing my legs to even place the vibrating point closer, pressing it harder. I simply couldn’t get enough out of it.

After an enjoyable ride, I finally reached my stop. I really did loose track of time, enjoying the waves of uncontrollable pleasure and immensing in my Kpop blasting through my new headphones. And so the day continued, turned the ‘panties’ off and went to the museum for the flea. Luckily the ‘OFF’ button worked.

I felt different the whole day, filled with confidence and energy. Probably because of the satisfaction that I got earlier in the day. No, I didn’t wish I had a dick inside me.

(Here is something she wanted me to highlight, a girl feeling horny need not necessary mean she wants a dick in her. It could simply mean she wants to have her time to herself.)

I’m sure I caught a few eyes staring at me. I didn’t have to dress sexy, just confidently. I’m not someone who clubs nor drinks. I spend most of my time at home or at work, doing artsy things like card making and occasional photography. A homely girl, like many guys described me to be.

Although I have a naughty side a little wilder few expected me to have. :P

Hope you guys enjoyed this recount of her little trip.