10 wank fantasies to inspire you this Masturbation Month

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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…

Like a sex toy sommelier, I am going to suggest a sex toy/product from one of my sponsors to go with each of these fantasies. This fantasy was inspired by the ElectraStim AXIS – a product which, among other things, you can use to set up this exact scenario. I’ve written about the ElectraStim AXIS and it’s music function before, but if you want to try plugging a submissive into it and powering it with the sexy screams from a different (or the same) submissive, buy AXIS from my sponsors ElectraStim here. Use GOTN10 for 10% off any of their amazing e-stim toys. 

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.

If you guessed that this one was a true story, give yourself a brownie point. In fact, it’s a true story that I’m going to expand on in a later post, because I had a wild and exciting time basically using my exhausted boyfriend like a fuckstool. The lube that features in this story – and that I am genuinely delighted by and want to use ALL THE TIME NOW – is called Scream. It’s a CBD lube by a brand called After Midnight, who have just come on board as a site sponsor. Check out Scream lube and buy some for £32.50 if this sounds like your cup of tea too. 

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.

Yep, you can literally live this scenario yourself too. The sex toy that inspired this wank fantasy was the Hot Octopuss JETT. You strap it to a cock, press the buttons, and then watch as the person you’ve strapped it to writhes and moans and then jizzes themselves spectacularly. Read my write-up of the Hot Octopuss JETT here, or buy the JETT direct from my site sponsors Hot Octopuss

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.

I hope by now regular readers are essentially guessing which sponsor each story is going to promote. If you guessed Temptation Holidays for this one, congratulations! Have a celebratory wank while you consider all the hot things you might be able to get up to on one of their adult (read: saucy as fuck) holidays. Then book yourself a Temptation Holidays trip and start planning your own adventures! 

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.

No prizes for guessing which of these stories I had to put on hold while I went for a wank break. This story is easily recreated with a suitably dismissive dominant person and a dildo or two of your own. Try literally any of these beautiful Godemiche dildos – my personal preference is the Ambit, but honestly they’re all amazing. Body-safe, affordable, and they come in such a huge variety of colours that you’re bound to find something you love. Use code GOTN for 15% off. 

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.

I have this exact set of nipple clamps – the harder you pull on them, the tighter they squeeze you. They are excellent for scenarios like the wank fantasy above, but they are also excellent for other things. Grab a pair of butterfly nipple clamps from my US sponsor Tabu Toys, and you can also try out making someone hold the chain in their mouth while you fuck them. If you’re in the UK, get butterfly nipple clamps from SexToys, and use GOTN20 for 20% off. 

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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