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This happened a few weeks ago and I've been thinking about nothing else since and I have nobody I can tell in real life.

I matched with him online a couple weeks back. Handsome, tall, the kind of face that tells you he's heard it before and is mildly bored by it. We texted, we met for drinks, I brought him home because the drinks confirmed what the pictures had implied.

What the pictures had not implied was anything about what was in his jeans.

I saw the outline through his underwear when we were kissing in my room and I stopped. Just stopped. He looked at me, looked down, and had this slight smile like he knew exactly why I'd paused and had enjoyed every version of this reaction before.

I got my hand around him and my fingers did not meet. I want to be clear: I have normal sized hands. They did not meet. He was thick in a way I'd never encountered before, the specific thickness that makes your hand feel small and makes your brain run a quick nervous calculation about what comes ne... continue reading

I don’t know why, but sometimes mutual masturbation is just so much better than sex. Last night my buddy Jake came over. We haven’t ever fooled around before but we got a little tipsy. I told him I was horny and wanted to touch myself so he said let’s do it. We went to my room and I put on porn that we chose together. I got naked first and he just stared at me. I got out a vibrator, laid down, and started having fun. He was amazed, and then he laid down next to me and took out his cock. It was way bigger than I expected, I don’t know why he’d have a small cock but it was probably 8 inches and too thick for him to completely grip. Soon I found myself just watching him stroke his cock and not even watching any of the porn. I noticed he was just watching me too.

I played it up a little bit and moaned louder than I normally would. I then started directing him. Telling him when to speed up his pace stroking his cock, when to slow down, when to touch his balls. He said he knew we weren’t f... continue reading

Hi everyone. My name is Kristina. I'm 21 years old. I'm a final-year student majoring in design. I'm of average height, with natural, shoulder-length blonde hair, gray eyes, and an athletic build—I've been involved in track and field for three years. I'm single and have been dating my boyfriend for a year. Last weekend, I drove from Vladimir to a small village to visit my grandmother—to drop off some medicine and groceries, and to check in. My car, a brand-new Kia Ceed, was bought three months ago on credit. I turned on the GPS, but, as often happens in the wilderness, it took me down a shortcut through the forest. The asphalt ended abruptly, giving way to a broken dirt road, and after the recent rains, the road turned into a mess of mud and clay. I still drove on. I'm not a timid girl, and it was a shame to abandon the car. I drove about three kilometers. Then the front wheel sank into a deep rut, the bottom sank to the ground, and the car began to hum helpl... continue reading

I want to say upfront that this comes entirely from a good place.

My friend came from the most conservative upbringing I have ever encountered up close. small town, very religious family, the kind of household where sex before marriage doesn't exist as a concept, where you save yourself completely and marry whoever the community approves of and that's just the trajectory. she had never been kissed. she'd barely been alone with a boy. she was sweet and curious and quietly overwhelmed by basically everything about college.

We were in the same building freshman year and got close fast. she was funny in this dry unexpected way and asked genuine questions about everything, wanted to actually understand how other people lived. I liked her immediately.

I told her about my life. she was equal parts horrified and fascinated.

When she found out I had a boyfriend at the time she had about forty follow up questions. when she found out we were open she had to take a full minute.

Junior year we... continue reading

My roommate and I have an…. Interesting relationship. It all started a few weeks ago, when I was trying for a job at a marketing firm. It had great pay, a ton of benefits, and a nice sign-on bonus. And to my surprise, I actually got an interview for the place!

How ever, the day of the interview, I was a total mess. I was freaking out 15 minutes before my Zoom interview when my roommate Jenna heard me.

She walked into my room to find me laying face down on my bed, wearing a button-up shirt and a pair of tight boxer shorts.

“I see you’re ready for your interview” she snidely remarks, unfazed by my lack of pants. Jenna and I were always just comfortable with each other like that. We’d hear each other masturbate or bring someone home and not really judge each other. It was like this unspoken rule of “be chill.”

“I’m gonna fail, I know it” I tell her. “I’m not qualified, I’m not good at zoom interviews, this is gonna be a disaster.” She snickers and sits down on the bed.

”Alright buddy... continue reading

I want to be upfront that I set this up for entirely selfish reasons and it worked out better than I planned.

My friend has a boyfriend. They've been together a couple of years, happy, solid. I like him a lot. He has always, in a very well-managed and respectful way, made it clear he finds me attractive, which I've filed away and never done anything with.

I have also always wanted to go down on my friend. She's straight, or straight enough that it was never a realistic possibility, and I made my peace with that. I'm not in love with her, I just think she's genuinely stunning and I've always been curious and I stopped letting myself think about it.

Until she mentioned one night when we were a few drinks in that she'd thought about it before. With me specifically. Just as a thing she'd occasionally thought about.

I thought about this for approximately thirty seconds.

I told her I'd do it if she let her boyfriend join in.

She looked at me.

"Like," she said, "join in with us, or."... continue reading

I want to be upfront that I set this up for entirely selfish reasons and it worked out better than I planned.

My friend has a boyfriend. They've been together a couple of years, happy, solid. I like him a lot. He has always, in a very well-managed and respectful way, made it clear he finds me attractive, which I've filed away and never done anything with.

I have also always wanted to go down on my friend. She's straight, or straight enough that it was never a realistic possibility, and I made my peace with that. I'm not in love with her, I just think she's genuinely stunning and I've always been curious and I stopped letting myself think about it.

Until she mentioned one night when we were a few drinks in that she'd thought about it before. With me specifically. Just as a thing she'd occasionally thought about.

I thought about this for approximately thirty seconds.

I told her I'd do it if she let her boyfriend join in.

She looked at me.

"Like," she said, "join in with us, or."... continue reading

I got home with my shirt plastered to my chest, that post-game sweat mixing with the grime and August air until it felt like my pores were leaking cement. I dragged my feet through the front door and could already hear Mom on her phone in the kitchen, barking out some work thing. I considered trying to slink past, but I never got that lucky. The minute my sneaker touched the tile, her voice boomed over the speakerphone.

“Alex, you smell like a gym sock. Please shower before you touch anything.”

I grunted a “yup” and headed for the stairs, using the banister to hoist myself up the first step because my legs were jelly. It wasn’t even a minute before the screen door slammed again and Sophie, my big sister and living, breathing thirst trap, came strutting in. I say strut, but she moved more like she was in a slow-mo TikTok, all long golden limbs and swaying her hips like a pornstar. Today she was still in her volleyball gear, which meant her absolute minimum coverage shorts, so tight an... continue reading

"Wait, are you serious?" He said it like I'd just told him I was secretly famous or something.

I nodded. We were sitting on his bed. My legs crossed under me, his hand still on my knee from where we'd been making out thirty seconds ago. I'd just said the thing. The thing I always have to say. The thing that goes one of two ways.

He looked at me. Down, then back up. "I literally never would have guessed."

"That's kind of the point," I said. Smiling but my stomach was doing flips.

He didn't leave. Didn't go quiet. Didn't do the weird thing where they suddenly need to check their phone. He leaned forward and kissed me again, harder this time, and grabbed my waist and pulled me closer and that's when I knew this was going to go very well.

His name was Derek. I met him at a bar the weekend before. He was with a group of friends. I was with mine. He kept glancing over at me until I got tired of waiting and walked up to him and said, "Are you going to talk to me or just stare all night?"... continue reading

Maxim was returning from a business trip in his old but well-maintained Toyota. The highway was deserted, the stereo was playing retro rock softly, and his thoughts were focused on a hot shower and a soft bed. He was already anticipating turning off the interstate onto the familiar dirt road leading to his village when he spotted a silhouette on the side of the road with a raised hand. Slowing down, he narrowed his eyes and whistled. It would be a shame for a fellow traveler like her not to stop. She looked like she'd stepped off the cover of a magazine someone had accidentally left behind at a gas station. Tall, with a shock of red hair pulled back into a messy, yet all the sexier bun. She wore skinny jeans that hugged her long, slender legs and curvy hips, and a light white T-shirt that revealed her firm, full breasts, devoid of a bra. Her face had sharp, slightly predatory features, green eyes, and bright, luscious lips, which she nibbled every now and then, apparently nervou... continue reading

My daughter left for training. She was preparing for important competitions, and I knew she would only return late at night. Saturday. My husband left with friends on a fishing trip until Monday. I sat down to the report that needed to be submitted on Monday morning, and had almost gotten into the work rhythm when the doorbell rang.

On the doorstep stood Tyler my daughter's boyfriend. Tall, broad shoulders, with a cute face, but already completely adult, he was 18 years old. We greeted each other, he came inside. He said he had asked to be excused from college for important matters. I asked what exactly. Instead of answering, he took out his phone, unlocked the screen, turned on the video and showed it to me. His fingers held the phone tightly.

On the video was me.

I was on my knees in the living room of his house. My lips were stretched around his father's thick cock, saliva was flowing down my chin, and a hand was lying on the back of my head. The sound was off, but I already knew... continue reading

okay so this is wholesome I promise. kind of. mostly.

one of my closest friends is this guy I met in my first semester. twenty one, genuinely one of the sweetest people I know, always shows up, always checks in, never once made things weird between us. we'd both agreed early on that we weren't each other's type in that way and needed a real friendship more than anything else and it worked out perfectly.

so one night we're doing our usual thing, late, talking about everything, and he mentions he's been avoiding pursuing a girl he likes because of something he's embarrassed about. I asked what he meant. he took a while to say it but eventually explained that he's extremely physically sensitive — like, finishes very fast — and it makes him so anxious about being intimate that he shuts down before anything even starts.

I told him he just needed to find a girl who thought it was cute because we exist.

he said he knew that in theory but the anxiety was the actual problem.

I thought abou... continue reading

This past weekend, I took my oldest daughter to her volleyball tournament a couple hours from home. We do this a couple times a month and we almost always split a room with my friend Julie. Her daughter and mine are close, so Julie and I became close through this team.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was around 7, got our key from the front desk and went up to the room. Maybe 15 minutes later, knock on the door and I'm thinking, good, Julie is here. Open the door and there is Julie's son, Danny, and Julie's daughter.

Apparently Julie had to cancel at the last minute, and her son Danny, who just turned 21, figured he would just fill in for his mom. I texted Julie asking what happened and she just apologized and said she would have texted earlier but didn't want me to back out of the tournament or anything because of her.

Ugh. OK. Guess we have to make the best of this. I have known Danny for a few years, he has been around from time to time and I knew I didn't have to fear for mine... continue reading

Let me start with an honest assessment of myself: I was pretty awful to this guy for a while.

Not going to deep dive into the specifics because I don't come out looking great. Short version is I caused genuine problems in his life. A romantic situation I torpedoed, some group stuff I made unnecessarily complicated, the kind of quiet sustained pettiness I'd convinced myself was justified at the time and was not. Found out recently he'd been really struggling. I felt the specific shame that comes with realizing you were a meaningful contributor to someone's bad year.

I saw him at the campus coffee shop last week. I sat down. That part took more nerve than I expected.

We talked. Slowly at first, like people who have said things they can't take back. Then more normally. Then actually normally, the way we used to before I decided to be a nightmare. Somewhere in there I touched his arm and told him there was nothing like a grudge fuck for clearing the air.

He looked at me.

"Are you seri... continue reading

i think my biggest problem on first dates is that i genuinely cannot keep the words "cum in me" from coming out of my mouth. tbh it happens literally every time i get fucked. i'm just obsessed and addicted to it. literally addicted.

like i know normal people go on a first date and maybe kiss at the end. maybe. and i'm over here forty five minutes into coffee already thinking about how to get him back to his place so he can fill me up with cum. it's actually embarrassing how easy i am to cum inside.

i don't even play hard to get about it anymore. i have lost any sense of shame. i WANT them to know. i want them to know i'm the kind of girl who's gonna beg for it before they've even bought me a second drink. something about a guy i barely know finishing inside me just does something to my brain that i can't really explain and honestly i've stopped trying to fully understand it. i'm just wired that way.

the last one was literally a coffee date. COFFEE. we matched, he seemed cute, we met... continue reading

Marina froze, clutching a duster in her hand. Her husband's voice was heard from behind the office door. "Thanks for staying late, Stas. Let's go over the estimate again, and then I'll let you go. Lenka's probably waiting at home, and she's probably pissed off." "It's okay, Sergeich," Stas replied. "Lena can wait. It's important." Marina was kneeling before the director's desk, completely naked except for rubber gloves and a headscarf. This was exactly how she was supposed to look on Fridays, when she came to "clean" her husband's office after hours. Only her husband didn't know this. He thought the cleaning lady came on Saturday mornings, and that it was some Aunt Zina from the cleaning company. In reality, for six months now, Marina had been coming here every Friday, undressing in the utility room, and getting down to her duties. But instead of a mop and bucket, she was given a different task. Sometimes it was... continue reading

this happened last semester and I've been sitting on it ever since because I have genuinely nobody I can tell.

I had this mandatory photography class that I was deeply not interested in. the teacher was cool but I did not care about aperture settings or whatever. there's this big assignment at the end of semester where everyone submits a photo for a showcase and when the teacher was going through examples she put up a few that had some nudity in them. tasteful, artsy, clearly intentional. I waited after class and asked if I could do the same.

she said absolutely, as long as it wasn't explicit.

I went home and thought about this for approximately ten minutes.

then I set my phone against my desk lamp, set the timer, and took my clothes off.

I want to be clear that I actually put effort into it. spent nearly an hour on angles and lighting, moving the lamp around, trying different positions, keeping my face out of frame the whole time. I didn't want it to look like a random naked girl... continue reading

(19 at the time of story)

A lot of girls really like big cocks. Including most of my friends. They’re always talking about how they need to be stretched, how nothing under seven inches is worth their time, how they can “feel the difference.” I used to nod along like I agreed. Truth is, I don’t. I never really have. I don’t think you need a big one to have good sex. I think most guys who are packing just rely on the size and forget how to actually fuck.

I met Cameron and stopped pretending I didn’t like it average.

We matched on an app. He was cute in a normal way, nice smile, good arms, the kind of guy who looked like he’d actually listen when you talked. We hung out a couple times, made out on his couch, and the third time his hand finally slid down the front of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties. I never do. The second his fingers dragged through how wet I already was, he made this low, surprised sound against my neck.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.”

I just pushed his hand deeper and k... continue reading

okay so this happened a few weeks ago and I've been turning it over in my head every day since.

my best friend and I have been close for years. the kind of close where we've sent each other nudes as a joke that stopped feeling like a joke, where we've kissed at parties and never talked about it, where we know exactly what the other person sounds like when they're trying to stay quiet through a shared wall. we've always existed in this space that was almost something but never quite tipped.

she has a boyfriend. genuinely nice, clearly crazy about her. she'd mentioned to me a few times that she was curious about being with a girl but felt like she'd missed her chance. I told her I'd been thinking about the same thing lately.

apparently she told him all of this. because the hall pass idea was his.

his only conditions: it was with me, and he got to watch.

she texted me asking if I was open to it. I thought about it for about forty five seconds.

we picked a night. I showed up at their... continue reading

Skip down to the bulk of the text if you just want the juicy stuff, but up here I’m going to give some context to the story if you’re interested.

I’ve decided to use Reddit to document my journey. Because I started out as a very conservative girl, who just wanted to find her happily ever after.

Now, I’m writing this from a hotel room while waiting for a stranger who has a big dick to fuck me like my husband can’t. I’m wet just thinking about it.

So how does a conservative girl go to a sex craving slut? This is my story.

I’m going to give context in this post, then post the different encounters that led to me being obsessed with sex.

I was a single mom in my late 20’s just trying to find that man that we all dream of. But guy after guy just fell short in one way or another. As I was getting older, I felt like maybe I just needed to settle. Pick a guy that would help me build a stable life for myself and my child. So desperately, I turned to tinder 🙄. Lots of pointless swiping and... continue reading