This morning I received a strongly worded letter from the Sex Blogger’s Association, informing me that as I have not yet written any custom content for Masturbation Month, they will soon be removing my Fuckblogger badge and ripping up my membership card. The only way out of this is to write some sauce that explicitly references ‘Masturbation Month.’ So here goes: 10 wank fantasies that you can steal/tweak/edit and enjoy at your leisure.
May is Masturbation Month, and Masturbation Month is an attempt to celebrate all things wanking: destigmatising masturbation, sharing tips and advice, and generally revelling in the awesome things we can do with our bodies when we’re alone. It was originally a specific day – May 28th – and was created in response to the firing of US Surgeon General Jocelyn Elders, for daring to suggest that masturbation should be included as part of the Sex Ed curriculum.
Nowadays, it’s usually the time when websites crack out wanking tips, or try to sell you specific products that will help you become the best wanker you can be. Here, though, I’m more about the filth, so my tactic will be to sell you products from my sponsor companies alongside short flash-fiction wank fantasies you might like to try on for size. Pick your favourite wank fantasies, buy some of these products to help support my site, and indulge in a celebratory wank or two in honour of masturbation month.
Some of the following short stories are fiction, others are either true or based-in-truth-but-ever-so-slightly-tweaked. And if any of these have inspired you to share your own wank fantasies, check out the competition at the end of this post…
10 wank fantasies for Masturbation Month
When one of them cries ‘mercy’
They’re always loud when they come, she’s discovered. Both of them: like whimpering dogs. She likes that, it shows that what she’s doing is working. But while she loves the sound of their satisfied moans, she’s happier with their screams. Even happier when she knows that one is tormenting the other: it eases her workload.
She sets them up like so: one, kneeling on the ground with his collar and leash tied to a chair leg. He can move only slightly – his face must remain at the awkward height of four inches off the floor. This is important – the sound box is placed beneath him, and she wants it to capture every noise. Every sniff. Every whimper. Every scream.
The other is trussed up nearby: she hasn’t bothered with beauty, he’s just curled into a foetal ball and secured there with bondage tape. For the purposes of today, he’s merely the receiver: arse exposed with a thick butt plug inside, and wires trailing down to the sound box.
When the other one screams, the current will flow. The louder he screams, the stronger the current.
The game will stop when she gets bored of it. Or – more likely – when one of them cries ‘mercy.’
Making a bet with herself about which will come first, she picks up and flexes the cane…
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Inspection
She doesn’t wear lingerie, ever. It makes her feel ridiculous. Feminine. Exposed. She’s more comfortable in yoga pants and t-shirts. Bras from Marks and Spencer that put function over fuckability. The idea of standing in front of him, clad in nothing but black lace while he compliments her beauty – her femininity – makes her face burn with shame.
But this time is different. This makes her face burn with something else entirely. He orders her to the middle of the room, then strips her – literally strips her – taking scissors to the lightweight fabric of her t-shirt and tearing it away, the quicker to get his hot hands on the lace-trimmed flesh beneath.
He yanks down her yoga pants in one swift motion then crouches there, on the floor, with his face against the flesh of her bottom. He places one hand on each cheek, and spreads her, burying his nose in the scent of her and telling her how good she is.
She closes her eyes, breathes deeply. Feels every prod and poke and grab and bite as he inspects every inch of the body she’s dressed up just for him. She can hear the shuffling of his hand as he beats at his hard cock, and his muttered whispers as he continues his inspection…
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Just close your eyes
She wants to fuck him but he’s tired. He lies sleepily on the bed, naked and soft and freshly-showered. He grins at her, and tells her he wants to but he can’t – he physically can’t. So she assures him he doesn’t have to – she’ll do everything.
She takes his flaccid cock into her mouth and starts to suck life into it. Gently brushing his hands away when he reaches up to help. She doesn’t need his participation – only his cock. As it starts to fill with blood she reaches for the lube nearby, the one that will help him relax and send him deeper into this dreamy, horny state.
By the time she lifts her head from his crotch his cock points straight towards the ceiling – perfect for sitting on. She drizzles lube over it, liberally. Until he’s so slippery she can barely get a grip on his shaft. Using both hands, fingers interlaced, she squeezes hard and slides them up and down. He bucks and moans slightly so she tells him to ssssh.
“This isn’t for you. You don’t need to do anything. Just close your eyes.”
He closes his eyes, bites his lip, and tries not to move as she rides him solely for her pleasure. She grabs a vibrator from the table nearby, and leans back – exposing her clit for the rumbling sensations and angling his solid cock so it nudges against her g-spot.
When she comes, she clamps tightly around him. And he opens his eyes to watch as her smile twists into a grimace as she comes.
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A machine to make him come
He asked her to surprise him, so she did. When she strips off the blindfold he finds himself tied to a chair in the kitchen, his knees almost touching the wall. Naked except for the silicone contraption she has strapped to his twitching cock. From where he sits he cannot see her, can only hear her voice and see the black rectangle of the remote control she has stuck to the wall in front of him. Silver buttons, five of them: two ‘plus’ signs, two ‘minus’ signs, and one tiny silver one in the centre.
He can’t ask what it’s for, because he’s gagged, but he doesn’t need to. She places a firm hand on the back of his head and pushes his face forward, grinding his nose into one of the buttons marked ‘plus.’ The contraption strapped to his cock rumbles to life, sending deep thuds of pleasure through the head and shaft of his cock.
He moans. Twitches his head a little to press the button again, increasing the thrum of vibration through his dick.
“You have twenty seconds to choose your settings,” she tells him, “and then one hour to live with your choice.”
He presses the silver button in the centre, causing a rippled pattern of pleasure to shudder through him. He whimpers like a puppy when he realises what this is: a machine to make him come.
And then to keep him coming, until he cries out to beg her to stop.
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If she makes mistakes
“Get that cock in your mouth.”
It’s awkward to cram it in. Short, but thick, her lips stretch around the outside and it’s all she can do to open wide enough that she doesn’t touch it with her teeth. He sits on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, looking down at her upturned face. The tears leaking from her eyes. The lipstick smudged around the base of his shaft.
He picks up the riding crop – the perfect length to lazily swat her bottom as she sucks him. No belts or floggers or tawses for him today: today he’s relaxing. He wants to be able to swing easily and hit the perfect target of her pale arse, bobbing forward and backward as she chokes down his dick.
“Get it all in,” he orders, whacking her neatly in the centre of one of her cheeks. “And if I feel your teeth, or if you slow down, you’re getting whipped.”
Each time he whips her, she twitches. If he beats her while the head of his cock is at the back of her throat, the twitching turns to clenched throats and tightness and gagging.
He will whip her if she makes mistakes. Then whip her more, and harder, as he realises what each whipstroke leads to.
By the time he comes, her arse will be bright red, and she’ll be none the wiser about why she was so harshly punished.
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Work for it
“I am not going to fuck you until I know you’ve come,” he tells her, handing her the wand. She sits astride his cock and pouts, playfully. Her cunt throbs for want of his dick, and she squirms to try and angle herself to slide onto him. He’s so thick and hard it seems unfair to waste this on a wank.
“A wank’s not a waste,” he tells her, using both hands to grip her hips and prevent her from sliding down his shaft. “You come first, then we’ll fuck.” He throws her off him, and onto her stomach on the bed, where she wriggles impatiently. He places the Doxy so the head sits just below her cunt, squashed between her clit and his mattress. Taking her wrists in his hands, he restrains her so all she can do is writhe.
“Now come for me,” he orders, as she squirms against the throb of the vibrator. Its powerful kick keeps it moving, forcing her to wriggle to get the power in the right place. Each time it slips away from her, she moans in frustration, aching for the release of an orgasm.
He keeps her wrists firmly in his grip and watches, mesmerised, as her bottom wiggles and squirms across the bed in her quest to finally come for him. He aims his cock, thick and twitching and eager, for the wet hole he’s promised her he’ll fuck if she finally makes it.
He waits for the first spasms in her body that tell him she’s coming: the signal for him to plunge it into her cunt.
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Taking turns
He sips cocktails, and watches me dance with other men. One after the other after the other. I know he’s enjoying this, because he doesn’t stop me. He watches me put my head to one side and give flirty eyes to total strangers, and I know that he is assessing each one the way I am. How eager is he? How courteous? How likely to come back with us to fuck me in our bedroom?
Later that night, I’ll do a final round of the bar and the dance floor – tapping the shoulders of the men that he and I have chosen, and whispering into their ears that I really need their cock. That we’re having a party, and we’d like to invite them.
Those who want to will knock on the door to room 303. When they step inside they’ll find me strapped face-down to a bed, spread wide for them to use. Gagged so I cannot cry out. Lubed up so they can choose which hole they’d like to try tonight.
And him? Silent and steady and calm, as he was when I was dancing. he’ll sip cocktails and watch me get fucked by these other men. Safe in the knowledge that it’ll be his turn at the end.
Truth is, it’s his turn whenever he wants.
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Gorging on her
He wants to eat her cunt. Not the way he usually does, when he licks and sucks at her gently to begin with, as if asking permission to really tuck in. Not in a shy, tentative way, to help nudge her over the self-consciousness that floods through her when she spreads her legs.
No: he wants to eat cunt like a starving man sating his appetite.
He wants to be messy. To bury his face in the ripples and folds of her. Have her hands gripping his hair and pulling him deep into her, until his nose is filled with the scent of her and his mouth gapes and slurps and he struggles to breathe. He wants her kneeling over him, putting her weight on him. Drizzling lube from a bottle down her body until it forms rivers that trickle over his face and into his eyes.
Mixing slippery, alternating flavours – like lashings of different ice cream syrups – until he gargles and chokes and gags on the feast she’s force-feeding him.
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Hungry for cock
“Still hungry for cock, you fucking slut?”
Yes. Always. But especially now – having edged and writhed and been fucked raw for the last two hours, yet still desperate to come. His dismissive tone and feigned disgust only pushes her more into the zone – bratty and eager and hungry for it.
Zipping up his flies – because he’s done now, and grown weary of fucking – he sighs as if she’s trouble. Then picks up a fat dildo from the table nearby.
“Bend over then, you little bitch,” he orders. She does. Kneels on the floor in front of him with her naked arse in the air. He sits down on the sofa and shoves the dildo inside her – hard. She wriggles back onto it and moans, and he gives a few harsh, perfunctory thrusts.
“Like that? That’s how you want it?” He drawls, almost bored-sounding as he uses rough hands to plough her cunt. She’s a ball of trembling energy, yet his entire voice is a sneer. And it’s the sneering, dismissive tone that gets her. The lazy twitch of his hand as he fucks her roughly with it. The way he barely glances at her to see how his efforts are received. She is nothing. Less than nothing. She’s an annoyance. An irritant. A chore for him to tick off his to-do list. That she is so desperate for it disgusts him, and his disgust makes her all the more desperate.
She fucks back against his hand, inhaling sharply each time the dildo pounds into the back of her cunt. Biting her lip as she gets closer. Reminding herself over and over of what he called her at the start: slut. Bitch. Horny for cock.
When she’s come, he lets go of the dildo, leaving it sticking in her twitching cunt so she can remove and clean it herself. As she shudders in the final throes of her orgasm, he glances over at her.
And spits.
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Her and him and them
They take it in turns to tug gently on the chain – these two men, so similar yet so different. One, so familiar she cannot dream without him there, urges others to step forward and dispense a little pain.
Kneeling on all fours on the bed, surrounded by strangers, she locks eyes with the one man she knows, and smiles up at him, urging him to do more. So he offers the chain to the guy who stands beside him, and they take it in turns to tug.
The chain connects her nipples, and with each tug she wants to stretch herself towards them – to soothe the biting pain. But if she leans forwards she’ll miss out on what’s happening behind: a line of eager bystanders taking it in turns with the flogger. She loves the hard, pleasurable thuds of the leather flogger as they land on her naked arse almost as much as she loves the bite of the clamps on each of her hard, red nipples.
She maintains eye contact with him as he tugs at the chain. Keeps staring as he hands the chain to someone else. Trusts him as he instructs the rest of them to beat her. And when he yanks the chain too hard, it’s his face she searches for first, reaching out to draw him closer towards her, to suck at her nipple and soothe the waves of pain.
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Celebrate Masturbation Month – share your wank fantasies
It wouldn’t be a celebration without some sort of prize, would it? Usually I do retweet competitions because I am lazy and you are probably busy getting on with your life, so asking you just to hit a ‘retweet’ button is the simplest way to gather comp entries. But seeing as I have spent the WHOLE OF TODAY getting horny for different wank fantasies inspired by various products (or reminiscing about things that literally happened, thanks to these products) I thought I’d offer you all the chance to share your favourite current wank fantasies.
Leave a comment below with a short (no more than 500 words) outline of something that’s currently throbbing away in your wank bank, and I’ll pick my favourite and send you a copy of one of my books – whichever one you’d like.
Terms and conditions:
- All entrants must be over 18.
- Competition opens when blog post is live, and runs for two weeks. Entries must be submitted via the comment form below before midnight on Wednesday 5th June.
- Winner will be chosen by Girl on the Net, judges’ decision is final.
- Prize is a copy of either My Not-So-Shameful Sex Secrets (RRP: £8.99) or How A Bad Girl Fell In Love (RRP: £9.99), no cash alternative.
- By entering, you confirm you’re happy for Girl on the Net to use your email address to contact you in the event that you win. Your email will not be added to any mailing lists or used for anything other than administering comments/the competition, and will not be published.
Happy wanking!
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Sex toy sommelier? Fab. I didn’t see that one in the Careers Office advice files.
Great post, especially the Doxy story.
Thank you! <3
My entry (oooh, this could be a good a good title for the piece, actually :p )
They have a beautiful arse and a purple skirt that clings so tightly and shows it off to perfection. I want to push up that skirt, rip down their knickers and dig my teeth into their butt.
I really wanna fuck that ass. I want to hear the noises they’ll make as I lube them up and ease the strap on inside. I want to feel them buck and writhe beneath me as I thrust into them. I can imagine the view as I take them from behind, admiring that magnificent bum, pulling on their long, soft hair.
I want to flip them over so their legs are around my neck, my cock buried deep inside them. My hands around their hips, pulling hen onto me. Watching their face contort, hearing their cries get louder and louder. I want to watch them wank, want them to come whilst I’m buried inside them, cover my stomach with their cum and let them lick it off me.
And that’s only the start.
*fans self* WOW this is amazing – thank you for kicking things off so beautifully Victoria! <3
Here’s one I like lately…
I’m on my back and my legs are open and he’s fucking me, deep and steady, and someone else is up above my head, kneeling there, watching, and she (he? they? doesn’t matter) — she’s got my hands in hers and our fingers are all tangled together and she’s not quite holding my arms there, not really, if I wanted to get them free I could. But I don’t. I like the way her fingers tighten a little against my knuckles when I strain and arch my back, how she strokes my wrists when I moan. I like that I can smell her, that her cunt is close enough that her slick is probably getting in my hair.
I like that he’s watching her while his cock’s inside me.
There’s someone else, beside me, just watching, for now, fingers slipping down between her legs. And someone else, behind her. I’ve lost track of how many people are on the bed or are beside it.
‘How’s she feel?’ one of them says, distractedly, almost without inflection, like they’re lost somewhere inside their own lust.
‘Fuck,’ he says, and drives into me a little faster. The hand he’s got planted on the mattress beside me presses a little deeper, his fist dragging at the sheet. ‘So fucking good.’
When my legs start to shake she grips tighter around my hands and keeps my arms in her lap, says ‘oh god’ over and over above my head, and he says to one of the people on the bed ‘touch her, hold onto her, quick, now’ and they put a hand on the inside of my knee, not hard or heavy or forceful, but it pulls me another inch open and it’s so, it’s so visceral-hot that I curl, or I try, but I —
‘Fuck,’ he says, sudden, stretches himself up over my body and cups a palm around my jaw, brush of his fingers barely against my skin, and, oh, I come hard with hands, hands, hands all over me, with his mouth and his breath and his groan against my face.
Oh. My. Word. This is incredible. <3
I’ve told her to expect an intense four-hour session – hardcore, pushing-her-limits, out-there submission. Things we haven’t discussed, things she’s never dreamed of, sick, ugly, humiliating, delicious things that I know she will hate to love. I know her imagination will have been racing for days, her cunt screaming with anticipation, frustrated by the seven day wanking ban I’ve imposed. I know she’ll be afraid, excited and soaking when she arrives.
The doorbell rings. I wait, watching her flushed nervous face through the spy-hole in the door, wanking myself hard and fast till I’m close. I pull open the door, she looks down at my hard glistening cock and I can smell how wet she is. I push her to her knees, force myself into her mouth and she opens wide. I fuck her face with six fast deep thrusts and explode in her throat. She gags, trying not to wretch as she swallows, panting, gasping at my feet. I pull her upright, turn her around, whisper ‘see you next week’ and push her out the door, slamming it behind her.
Wow, this is INTENSE. I like the bait-and-switch, although if that were me I would probably weep with frustration!
I called her back to me an hour later :-)
I haven’t tried writing erotica in about 16 years… so I’m probably a bit rusty or have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve had a glass of wine or two so I feel slightly bolder so if this goes horribly wrong I’ll just blame that glass of wine or three. I’m just under that 500 word limit and I’ll call it “Tease Me”.
He undoes the sash of my lace robe, and I have nothing on underneath. He grabs my ass and pushes me against his package. “I’ve wanted to tease you” Slowly his fingers trace up my breasts brushing against my erect nipples it feels like an electric current to my already wet cunt. I let out a low moan, and he pushes me down on the bed. Hovering over me, he kisses me and then goes back to my breasts. He takes each one into his mouth and flicks my nipples with his tongue before running his warm fingers between my thighs. He laps upward at my wet cunt and flicks his tongue in circles around my clit. My body buckles upward as I inhale. After eating me for a few minutes, he inserts a finger in my cunt and then another. I start buckling and rocking against his finger, which is against my G-Spot. I’m breathing hard. Then my body clenches, spasms, and releases. He’s smiling and seems thrilled by his work.
“I’ve wanted to tease you,” I say while catching a breath and kissing him and nibbling on his lower lip. I love it when I can taste myself on him. Something about that always feels so primal. We trade places, and now I am in control with him under me. “I’ve finally got you just where I want just where I want you,” I tell him. I kiss him again and grab a bottle of lube from my bedside and squirt it into my hands. I start by rubbing it up the inside of his thighs and up his hard cock with both hands, and when I reach his frenulum, I twist one hand. I suck him for the next few minutes then I lube us both up again, and I straddle him placing his cock in my folds and hold my hand against the other side of his cock. I simultaneously rub like I’m giving him a hand job while I rub my clit against his shaft.
I’m almost cumming again, and I say, “I’ve really wanted your cock in me.” We go into spoons, and I lift my leg up so he can go deep. He buffs my wet cunt with his cock then plunges it in hard. He then fucks me deep from behind initially slower and deliberate to tease me. I finger myself and love the heady feeling being pushed against him and breathing him in deeply as I feel my breathing getting jagged. I tell him, “I’ve needed you so bad. I can’t be teased any longer. Fuck me harder.” He tells me to get on all fours, and he slams into me fucking me with the kind of force and depth I desperately need. I am still playing with my clit, and I cum so hard. I feel my cunt pulsing, which after a moment sets him over the edge and I feel his cum all over my lower back.
This is INCREDIBLE! I am an especially huge fan of this: “I simultaneously rub like I’m giving him a hand job while I rub my clit against his shaft.” which is one of my favourite things – so teasy and so hot and unngh. Thank you for sharing <3
Great sharing! A confession though, when you said you received a strongly worded letter informing you… The first thing came to my mind was Gosh, they sent you a strong letter just to inform you to masturbate. Sorry for my dirty mind.
I thought I’d have a go, let’s see what happens.
We both know I want it like this, but I can’t quite take responsibility for it. I have to have it done to me. I have to pretend I’ve been forced. Therefore, I am kneeling in a hog tie, wrists and ankles bound together. My cock and balls are stuck out in front me, the erection pointing helplessly up. She had to improvise a gag by taking off her cunt wet panties and shoving them in my mouth. I wait while she finds her toy.
She begins by running her lubricated finger around my ass and watching me struggle a little. She dips her finger further in and then out and watches my attempted movements, constrained by rope. She continues as my cock twitches wanting a hand or a cunt around it.
Now I feel something bigger. There’s no working up to it – she thrusts a dildo in. She extracts a moan after moan as the dildo goes in and out.
She keeps thrusting in and out with her right hand while her left squeezes pre-cum out of my cock. There’s a lot of jizz and her fingers work it across my head. She presses a button and the vibrations start. My moans turn into screams. The improvised gag is surprisingly effective and absorbs most of my noise. The ropes stop me from moving and keep my struggles under control.
She presses another button and pushes the dildo further in, the vibrations at their heaviest. But she’s not enjoying herself, she’s missing out. She pulls out the gag and pushes her left forefinger into my mouth. I am forced to taste my cum. Then she clamps her left hand over my mouth and pulls my head back onto her shoulder while thrusts harder and harder with the right. I’m not going to last very long.
The vibrations intensify and I scream into her hand. She can feel every movement of the dildo, every bit of my struggles against the rope, every iota of my orgasm screamed from the pits of my lungs into the palm of her hand. Now she feels it, now she smiles.
Ohhh… I’ve had a weird idea recently, and I want to have it done irl someday!
(So some context: There are these things called onaholes. Think of them like body-shaped fleshlights. I wanted one with both a dildo for my vagina and a hole for my bf’s penis.)
I position my pussy lips over the top of the dildo, ready to mount myself. I look over at my partner, his 7 inch cock out and stiff, ready to impale the onahole with it once I get the dildo penetrated inside me. We both nod in agreement, prepared as I lower myself quickly onto it, squealing in shock at the stiff shaft inside me.
My partner slides his cock inside the onahole, and I wrap my arms around him as we both bounce and thrust, and I kiss him happily as we have fun with our sex toy.
I lap at his lips as we kiss. He knows I have a saliva fetish, so he opens his mouth, allowing our french kiss to begin- so I may have a taste of that liquid goodness. His mouth tastes like chocolate banana muffins.
I pull him closer to me, my C cup breasts pressing against his chest, and as I bounce my nipples rub against his. I let out a moan, happy to be both so close and to have such pleasure all at once.
Sex is the one time I consider myself lucky to be hypersensitive, since I can get off with just my nipples if I wanted to- so everything is that much stronger for me. It’s lovely.
Orgasming is most likely the best when it’s with someone you love, to add to it.