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this is probably the most unhinged thing I have ever done and I have done some pretty unhinged things lately so that is saying something.

there is this guy I have been seeing on the side for about two months now, he has a girlfriend, they have been together for like two years, he calls me over whenever she is at work or away for the weekend and we go absolutely feral until I have to leave before she gets back, and over the past few weeks I could tell something was shifting with him, like he kept bringing her up in this tired way, saying he was done, saying it was not working, saying he just needed to end it.

I mostly just nodded and kept doing what I was doing because it was not really my business and I did not fully believe him.

and then last week it happened.

I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth when her name lit up his screen and he told me to stay quiet and picked up, and I could hear her from all the way down there, she was LOUD, like something had clearly happened and... continue reading

*Names have been changed. This took place a couple years ago. This is about cheating. Not your thing, I understand. Please just move on.* 😊

My wife’s sister Janie is older by two years, and is very controlling. She’s a redhead who is on her second marriage after her first husband left, partially because of that.

Janie and my wife Meg used to look more alike back in the day but now Janie has gained some pounds and seemingly quit trying. Her second husband is massive and while a nice guy, is morbidly obese.

A couple summers ago, the four of us were supposed to go on a quick trip up to Wisconsin to a lake house. One of those picture postcard locations along the water where it was warm during the day, but the evenings were nice and cool. About a month before we were supposed to go, her husband Lenny hurt himself and had to have surgery on his knee.

Janie took care of him, nursing back to pretty good shape relatively speaking, but he wasn’t gonna be able to come. At first, we thought Ja... continue reading

The girls and I rented an apartment for the weekend to have a good time. We had it all: plenty of booze, revealing outfits, and no men within a kilometer, because we'd decided it would be just us girls this weekend. No sappy courtship or disappointments. We planned to chat until the early hours, watch porn, discuss our adventures, and indulge ourselves in every way. By Saturday evening, we were already pretty warm when we realized there was nothing left to eat. We ordered pizza and rolls. Well, ordering by courier is sacred; you can't drag yourself to the store when you're already in a robe and with a glass. When the doorbell rang, I didn't even think about putting on anything more decent. I went to answer it in a short silk robe with nothing underneath. And there was a boy at the door. Not a man, but a boy. Fresh-faced, about twenty years old, with such a stupid, confused smile. He saw me, blushed like a girl, and started mumbling something about an order. "Come... continue reading

i was in the middle of getting my pussy fucked when it happened. i was pretty close to an orgasm too. like maybe a minute away.

"i have a girlfriend."

he said it while he was literally inside me. i had no idea up to this point. we had been talking online for a week, flirting, sending pictures back and forth, made plans to hook up, and he chose to tell me this with his cock deep in my pussy. his timing was genuinely unbelievable.

i'd matched with him a few days before. he was cute, forward, didn't waste my time with small talk. we were sexting within like two hours of matching and i was actually so into it. i had been unusually horny lately and i was actively looking for someone new to get fucked by. i'm not gonna pretend i was being selective. he was hot and available and that was enough for me. i'm lazy like that lol.

he came over one night. we barely talked. he walked in and i was wearing this little tank top and shorts with no underwear underneath and he just looked at me with... continue reading

Life has been insane lately and I finally just booked myself a massage at this little place a friend recommended near my apartment. So…. Last Saturday afternoon I finally went.

I walked in… first sign that this may be more than I expected… the woman at the front desk was sooo pretty, petite and soft spoken, she checked me in and was wearing this tiny silk wrap dress that barely covered anything. Sign number two, as she was walking me back to my room she put her hand on the small of my back and leaned in close and whispered "I will take good care of you." Sign numero tres… and honestly probably should have been the biggest sign of all… as I walked into the room she told me to undress and put her hand on my ass and just let it hover there for a second.

I thought nothing of it honestly. My ass tends to get a lot of attention and I'm used to it. Either way I got undressed, folded my stuff on the little chair they had and laid face down on the table with the sheet pulled up over me. After... continue reading

I'd been home for three weeks, and I was losing my goddamn mind.

Not because of the small-town boredom that crept into my bones every time I visited. Not because my mom kept asking about my grades, her eyes filled with that hopeful, expectant look that made me want to scream. It was him. It was always him.

Liam walked through the kitchen in nothing but gray sweatpants, his hair still wet from the shower, and I forgot how to breathe. Water droplets trailed down his chest, catching in the light dusting of hair that led from his navel down into that elastic waistband. He didn't even look at me as he reached for the coffee pot, his back muscles shifting with the movement.

"Morning, squirt."

Squirt.

I was nineteen years old. I had a C-cup and an ass that made guys on campus walk into doors, their eyes practically glued to me as I passed. But to him, I was still the annoying little stepsister who showed up two years ago with too much luggage and too many questions about everything.

"Mo... continue reading

my friend has cerebral palsy and has been in a wheelchair the whole time I have known him, he is one of the sweetest people I have ever met, the kind of guy who would do anything for anyone and never asks for anything back, and the thing is he basically never gets any female attention, like ever, girls just look past him completely and it kills me because he is such a good person and so funny and so genuinely kind and he deserves so much more than what he gets.

we started hanging out more a few months ago, just the two of us, watching movies at his place, ordering food, talking for hours, and I noticed the way he looked at me sometimes when he thought I wasn't paying attention, not creepy, just this quiet kind of longing that he never acted on because I think he had already decided nothing would ever happen, and one night he made this offhand comment about how he hadn't been with anyone in years and probably never would be again, said it so casually like he had already made his peace... continue reading

Hi,

This happened a few years back. I was in a relationship with an asexual woman (Claire). We had a fantastic connection. We loved each other deeply. The thing is, she was asexual. She didn't like sex. None of it. But we loved each other.

We talked together. She knew I needed more. But I didn't want to pressure her to do something she didn't liked or wanted. We were such a good match. We had complicity, everything felt so smooth with her. We felt we could be real to each other, with no need to pretend to be better than what we really were.

She came up with an idea: asking my bestie (Jess) to give me blowjobs to satisfy my needs, help me release. I was hesitant at first. Was it a trap? Is she testing me? She reassured me she wanted it. She wanted to fullfill my needs.

We spend several weeks talking about it. We were deeply in love and I didn't want to mess our relationship. She understood she couldn't fill my sexual needs. Despite all of that, I was ready to just jerk off when I ne... continue reading

I’m \[34F\] usually going at myself for ages.

Now, I’m not complaining when I say this. I love nothing more than the luxury of playing with my pussy for hours.. teasing myself slowly and softly with my fingers.. feeling my panties become saturated.. edging myself towards an orgasm that will shake my entire body inside and out.. running the batteries dry on multiple toys in one sweet solo session..

However, time is not always so freely available to me to spend playing with myself.

I stumbled upon a little trick in my early 20s that, to this day, makes me cum so hard and very quickly.

I was laying in my bed on my lunch break, using the only vibrator I had at that time, feeling myself lingering on the verge of exploding with ecstasy,  but becoming increasingly more distracted by the time and my nearing return to my desk. Desperate to cum, I looked up some porn on my phone. I highly enjoy watching porn on occasion. That moment in particular, I was fiendish for it. I was craving the sit... continue reading

I knew this visit would end badly. I knew it from the moment the guard at the tower's entrance looked at me the way one looks at a drowned man—disgusted and almost sympathetic. “To Mrs. Elena,” I said, trying to sound confident. The guard silently checked his tablet and nodded. The elevator took a long time to rise. The mirrored walls reflected my face—pale, with dark circles under my eyes from three sleepless nights. My jacket was awry, though I'd adjusted it a dozen times. The debt—a sum I wouldn't be able to raise in a year—was burning in my pocket like an IOU that too many people knew about. The penthouse greeted me with silence and cold light. Huge windows overlooked the city, but the sun didn't penetrate—the hue was gray, as if before a storm. “Alexander,” a female voice said. I turned around. Elena was standing in the doorway leading deeper into the apartment. Tall, wearing a figure-hugging dark gray dress, her hair slicked back. Next to her, slightly behind h... continue reading

The house was empty except for me. I could still smell myself on the air: that gym-shirt musk that takes about two hours to fully die off. My shirt had dried only halfway, clinging under the arms, the cotton stuck to my back. The wedding ring on my finger bit in whenever I made a tight fist, which was still often.

My wife Laura was on the late shift, again. Second time this week. Now I was on the couch, a rolling dumbbell at my feet, scrolling the last three months of my phone’s photo album. If you judged our marriage by the photos, it was dying. Laura’s gym selfies dried up; my own took over, and Emily had started cropping us both out.

I could have texted Emily, but she had said she’d be home by five, which in college time meant “seven, probably.” It was almost six when the front door opened and the voices hit at once: my daughter’s, too loud for the small entry, and another girl’s, pitched lower but with the same no-fucks energy.

Emily came in first, her hair up, her tennis skirt... continue reading

Back in college I used to work the afternoon-night shifts in the electronics department at Target. It was a tedious job, especially as the night went on and less people trickled through the doors. Most of us working that shift were roughly the same age, though, so it made for a lot of fun nights.

I don't know about other similar retail job environments, but in that store, just about everyone was fucking someone. Some kept it lowkey, others let the drama play out in front of everyone, and others had stable, loving relationships. This is a story about the first kind.

The people selling cellphones aren't regular Target employees, they're from some outside vendor that works within the electronics department. There was usually a rotation of like 3 salespeople that would come in and we'd mostly just hang out and chat.

Kelsey was one of those people.

The first thing that comes to mind when I think about Kelsey was that this girl looked and acted either high as a kite or tired as hell ever... continue reading

Every summer my family which includes my dad, step mother and step sister travel to my aunt's lake house. As a kid it was always a fun time. From playing in the lake during the day or roasting marshmallows at night and we always had a blast, however, as an 18 year old horny teenager. Not so much. I don’t know what had gotten into me at that time but I was hornier than ever. I was masturbating twice the normal amount. As much as I hate to admit it, I found myself staring at my step mom and step sister, a lot. I was very shy and didn’t talk to girl's, my stepmom and sister were the only vice I had at the time.

First a little back story. My dad and step mother married when I was very young. For as long as I can remember they were together and Annie had always been my sister. Annie and I were the same age and were always very close growing up. Annie and my step mother, Amy were younger and older versions of each other. Both had long, luscious and wavy blonde hair. They each had pale skin... continue reading

Alisa, a graduate student in the Department of Social Anthropology, was in her third year of slaving away at her dissertation on contemporary ritual practices. The topic was tricky, reeking of grants and international conferences, but she was sorely lacking in material. She needed fieldwork—not a library or online surveys, but the real, living, sweaty core of the subculture she was studying. And when her supervisor, a gray-haired professor with a perpetually shifty eye, reluctantly mentioned the existence of a private club in the city called "Panopticon," Alisa realized: this was it, her ticket to big-time science. "Just remember, Alice," the professor mumbled, adjusting his glasses, "this is no place for young ladies of your upbringing. I've heard they practice... uh... physical hierarchies there. But if you insist, here's the phone number of someone who can help." The phone belonged to a certain Mark, possessing a soft baritone voice and, as it turn... continue reading

I need to get this out because I have been sitting with it for two months and reading everyone else's posts on here finally pushed me over the edge lol.

My roommate is twenty six, she moved in with me about two months ago through a mutual friend situation, I had the spare room after my last roommate moved out and she needed somewhere affordable while she saved money after coming back to the city, and I said yes because I had met her a couple of times before and she seemed cool and I needed help with the rent, and that was supposed to be a straightforward practical decision and it has not been that at all

She is a really great roommate, clean and considerate and always pays on time, and we have gotten really close really fast which I was not expecting but which has been one of the best things about this past year, except for the part where I am now completely insane about her and do not know what to do with that information.

She is very open about sex, like very open, more than anyo... continue reading

In my 20's, I was in the millitary and stationed in Japan. One weekend, me and my friends went to the clubs in Tokyo.

I ended up taking a Japanese girl back to my hotel after drinking and dancing with her all night.

She was cute as hell. Short, barely over 5ft, long hair, slim with a nice little bubble butt.

We made out in the taxi on the way. I slipped my hand up her skirt. Could feel how wet she was.

When we got to my room we undressed.

I'm a big guy (6'4"), and I've got kind of a big dick too... Above average length and I'm pretty thick.

I saw her reaction. A mix of being turned on and a little nervous.

She laid on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was so nice. Perfect looking. Shaved too, which isn't the norm for Japanese girls.

It was a tight fit. Her being soaking wet didn't help much. Like I said she was tiny. She bit her lip and moaned as I worked my way into her slowly. I'd put a little in, pull out, then put a little more in. I could feel every part of her. Event... continue reading

So last summer I found this bikini online and I knew exactly what I was doing when I bought it lol.

White. Thin. And once it gets wet it shows absolutely everything, like every single detail, nipples, the whole situation down below, all of it, completely on display, and I bought it immediately.

My best friend was the only one who knew, we were on a beach holiday together and she was in on the whole thing and honestly she found it funnier than I did, kept nudging me every time she noticed someone staring which was basically constantly lol.

The first time I walked out of the water I felt every single pair of eyes on me and I cannot describe what that did to me except to say I went straight back into the water because I needed a minute 😭

The reactions were insane. Guys trying so hard to be subtle and being so incredibly not subtle, doing the look away and look back thing, elbowing their friends, and I just walked around like I had absolutely no idea, towelling off slowly, adjusting my... continue reading

This was about 2 years ago. I lived with my bestfriend and her husband for about 5 months. During the last 2 months, i was out with my bestfriend (we’re both drunk) and she said how she wanted to have a threesome with her husband and another female and i said i’d do it.

Although a full on threesome never happened, we told her husband about it, and of course he was excited. We kissed and got a bit touchy in front of his wife (my friend) but that’s it. Afterwards, she said that although she’s not ready for a full on threesome yet, but she wouldn’t mind if her husband and i slept together as long a she was not in the house…Boy did we take advantage of that.

When she’d leave for work, he would immediately come in my room and take me. He liked my ass the most, so he would mostly fuck me from behind after shoving his dick in my throat. We would always tell her afterwards too just to keep her in the loop. She would sometimes be so turned on by it that she would come home and have sex with h... continue reading

If you want to know when I knew, it wasn’t going to be a normal afternoon? The second I heard Tessa say “I’m not kidding, Sienna, it’s freakish” and the sound of both sisters laughing out on the terrace. If you grew up with even one sister, you know that laugh: the kind where they’re absolutely talking shit, you’re the “shit,” and if you want plausible deniability it’s best not to ask.

I finished pouring the iced tea. Used her mom’s fancy glass pitcher, the one with lemon slices getting stuck in the spout. It was June, hot, and I still had my shirt stuck to my chest from the walk back. The house was all open windows, cheap rentals pretending to be Malibu, the air stinking of sunscreen and the ocean three blocks away.

I should say here, Tessa had been my girlfriend for maybe a month. She was the kind of girl who made everything look easy: sun-blonde, always tan, lip gloss on point even at breakfast. The kind of pretty where every other girl in the group chat got mean about it, but she... continue reading

I waitress on weekends to cover expenses and usually it is fine and sometimes it is not fine and this particular Saturday was one of the not fine ones from the start.

I got a table's order wrong, not badly wrong, just the kind of wrong that happens when it is busy and you are moving fast, and I apologized and fixed it and thought that was the end of it. The woman at the table, late thirties, looked at me while I was fixing the order and said to her boyfriend loud enough for the surrounding tables to hear that this is what happens when places hire pretty girls instead of competent ones.

I smiled and walked away.

Her boyfriend came and found me at the service station a few minutes later, very apologetic, clearly embarrassed, said she does this and he is sorry and it will not affect the tip. I thanked him and he headed toward the bathrooms down the back corridor and I stood there for a second and thought about it and then I thought about her face when she said it and then I thought yea... continue reading