I hadn't planned this business trip and, frankly, I didn't want it. But the department head was down with hypertension, and I desperately needed to sign the paperwork in Saratov, otherwise the plant would be shut down for two weeks. So, on Friday evening, I was shivering in a reserved seat carriage with my travel authorization in my pocket and a bottle of cognac in my bag—just to keep warm. The carriage was old, the air conditioning wasn't working, and outside was a chilly October day. Volodya Kravtsov was supposed to meet me in Saratov—we started together at the branch about ten years ago, then he moved here, got married, and settled down. Since then, we'd seen each other a couple of times at corporate events, and only briefly. When I called to let him know I was coming, he was delighted and immediately declared: you're staying with us, no hotels, don't even think about it. I didn't argue. Hotels in Saratov are a real treat. His wife met me at the statio... continue reading

Growing up I spent a lot of time at my uncle’s house. He had a pool, a game room, a giant backyard with four wheelers, a theater room, but most of all my cousins. I had a blast running around that property. Then one day it all ended. He went through a very messy divorce, not in a financial way, but in a custody dispute. My aunt was evil, vindictive, manipulative and an overall terrible person. I never liked her but I still respected her because that’s what you do as a child. She ended up getting custody and my cousins soon became a distant memory.

Then, when I was 18 my uncle remarried! His new wife, my new aunt, Aunt Lisa. She was awesome! She was kind, sweet, generous, and very smart. She was everything my original aunt wasn’t. 5’7” shoulder length brown hair, killer body. She’d wear the tiniest bikinis in the pool then walk around the rest of the day in them. I stared just like any normal male would, but it never went past that point. However, the ride home from our annual family t... continue reading

Throwaway account because I had to talk about this SOMEWHERE. I don't imagine it'll be a problem since I don't think any of my coworkers have reddit, but better safe than sorry.

Okay, so, this happened just two days ago now, and I'm still in disbelief that it happened.

I (M21) work as a board operator at a radio station. It's the chillest job in the world, I spend most of my time just babysitting the place, staying there just to make sure nothing goes wrong. I'm usually on my phone playing games or scrolling, but I'll switch to my work computer if I hear someone walking closer to look busy. It's a great job.

Ocassionally, my coworkers will walk by and make small talk with me. I'm the youngest one there, and they are all significantly older than me. Some in their 40's and 50's, I think there's one 70 year old guy. Still, it's nice to chat with them sometimes, especially on more boring days.

One coworker, who I'll call Kat, looks nowhere close to her real age (If I remember correctly... continue reading

Ever since he broke up with his girlfriend for cheating on him, he has been turning to me for support. We have been super close friends for almost ten years but it has never been sexual between us until now. The first time we hooked up happened the day after they broke up. He was over at my place and he was crying in my arms and somehow we ended up fucking. I let him finish inside me and ever since that day we have been at it nonstop.

He told me that his girlfriend never let him cum inside her, so I have been making it a point to always ask him to cum in me. I honestly think it is really cheering him up because he is getting over her way faster than I expected and I think I have a big part to do with that. Ever since the first time he has been coming over as often as he can and we have been fucking like crazy.

Even though they only broke up a week or two ago and they were dating for years, yesterday he told me that he has put more cum in my pussy in the last two weeks than he put in... continue reading

We decided to celebrate New Year's at our place—it's been a while since we've had a group over, always feeling either short on time or short on inclination. My wife, Lena, got the idea back in November: she planned the menu, created the contests, and sent out the invitations. Lena is a stately woman, a natural blonde with a short haircut that reveals a graceful neck, C-cup breasts, and the pleasant curves of her hips, which she was a little self-conscious about, but which I adored. There were about ten guests. The table was groaning under the weight of salads and hot dishes, champagne flowed freely, and the chimes of the clock struck, making the neighbors' ears pop. Around three in the morning, the crowd began to slowly disperse—some called taxis, others walked, fortunately living nearby. Only Marina remained, a close friend of Lena's, whom she'd known since infancy. Marina was the complete opposite of my wife—tall, with a bob cut, flaming brown hair, green e... continue reading

Mentions of: \[Lesbian\] \[Power Play\] \[Edging\]

Everyone in this story was at or over the age of 18 at the time of occurrence.

There is a lot of background, everything makes more sense with it but if you don’t care about the build-up, you can skip to the spice at ///. This story is quite tame/wholesome but it leads to more. Part 1 of ?

I’ve (F) always been quiet, but I don’t mind chatting with anyone who initiates. In school, I was a bit of a floater. I’d always done my own thing and tagged along with people whenever I felt like it. As a result, I wasn’t exclusive to any one group and had a collection of acquaintances from different circles.

My reputation amongst the cheerleaders started with Holly (F). She was only a couple inches taller than me, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and athletic with really great legs. We had a lot of classes together and she often went out of her way to talk to me. It was always small talk but, nevertheless, warm.

One day, she asked to do homewo... continue reading

I've posted yesterday the story of me sucking my BF while he was watching her shower, but in case you didnt see it here is in short what happen:

My boyfriend (23M) and I (19F) live in a 2-bedrom house. My super hot gymgirl best friend (22F) toned abs, amazing curves, and perky tits just moved in with us recently. Her downstairs shower broke, so she started using our master bathroom. I already knew she was going to try the powerful masage shower head for some personal fun.

While she was at the gym, I dragged my boyfriend into the big linen closet with the slatted door. We watched her strip and step into the shower. I dropped to my knees and gave him an incredible, slow blowjob while he stared at her. When she finally used the massage setting on her clit, moaning and shaking with one leg up on the bench, I sucked him harder and deeper. He came hard down my throat at the same time she orgasmed. It was one of the hottest, most intense things we’ve ever done. He still talks about how unfo... continue reading

This weekend I went out clubbing with some friends and ended up dancing with this incredibly flirty and fit girl. She looked like she was in her mid 20s with platinum blonde hair, tanned skin, and fake tits. She wore this tiny miniskirt that barely covered her ass and showed off her exposed and tight midriff. She was very handsy and seemed extremely horny and was grinding up against me non stop. When she asked me to take her back to mine I didn’t hesitate.

We fooled around in the back of the uber and in the elevator to my apartment she guided my hand under her skirt and I felt her panties had been fully soaked through. This got me rock hard immediately.

As soon as we entered my apartment she wasted no time dropped to her knees and started blowing me in the living room. She was a cock drunk little slut and didn’t even care that the front of her outfit was getting covered in my precum and her spit as she hungrily drooled and slobbered over my engorged cock. I wasn’t sure how much lon... continue reading

I (28m)have been friends with this guy (m27) for over some time now. We hang out in the same 2 groups of friends, so we go out almost every weekend. His little sister (20f) and I have never gotten along, she’s your typical bratty/rude college girl that thinks the world revolves around her because her parents have money (they’re both surgeons) and because I don’t put up with unreasonable attitude, our personalities constantly collide. For reference, petite and average looking at 5’1, however due to her running track and constantly working out, has lately grown a really nice ass that sticks out of her thin frame and it probably adds on to her ego and nasty attitude.

This past weekend he held a small pool party at his parent’s house. I had had a few shots and a small bar of weed chocolate (I don’t do weed at all but I thought fuck it why not) I was feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the random noise, so I decided to head into the basement and listen to some music instead. A few songs late... continue reading

Sooooo after that first time in the supply closet, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Like, all week. It replayed in my mind at the most inappropriate times. Meetings, whilst typing up reports, even while trying to make small talk by the coffee machine.

Three times that week I'd found myself in bed, panties around my ankles, remembering the look on Tom's face when I'd exposed myself to him.

One week later and he was looking better, more like his old self. He'd even joined in with some office banter that morning. But now, midway through Friday, he was looking at me earnestly.

"Hey Sarah," he said, his voice casual. "I need to grab some supplies from the closet. You know where the good pens are, right?"

I felt a blush creeping up my neck. I glanced around the office, and once again, everyone was absorbed in their work, no one paying us any attention.

"Sure," I said, trying to sound equally casual. "I can show you, if you want?"

“That would be perfect.”

We stood up almost simultan... continue reading

My boyfriend (M23) rents a 2-bedroom house, and I (19F) moved in about a year ago. Recently, my friend (22F) moved in with us. I've noticed he looks at her a lot, and I'm not going to lie, she's incredibly attractive. She's a gym enthusiast with defined abs, a great figure, and very noticeable perky breasts. I'm not concerned that he would do anything, and I've even joked that he probably has private thoughts about her.

Well, recently her shower broke in the downstairs bathroom, and the repair man wasn't scheduled to come for a few days. She asked if she could use our shower in the master bedroom. I said sure, no problem. I also mentioned that the shower head has a wonderful massage feature which is great for personal relaxation, if you know what I mean. I've had quite a few enjoyable experiences using that shower head. She smirked and said she'd be sure to test that feature, then went to the gym.

Later that morning, my boyfriend and I were on the couch when she came back from the gy... continue reading

Oh god, I fucked my best friend's son last night and I'm still trying to process what I've done.

I'm Karen. I'm 44 years old and I've been best friends with Lisa since college, like over twenty years of friendship. We've been through everything together - marriages, divorces, raising kids, all of it.

Lisa has a son named Ethan who just turned 25. I've known him since he was literally born. I was at the hospital when Lisa had him. I've watched him grow up his entire life.

Ethan is 6'2", athletic, confident, and apparently he's been wanting to fuck me for years. Years. And last night he finally got his chance when Lisa asked me to let him crash at my place.

Let me tell you how I ended up betraying my best friend in the worst possible way.

….

Lisa called me three days ago asking for a favor.

Ethan was moving to my city for a new job and needed a place to stay for a week while his apartment lease started. Could he crash with me? Just a few days, he'd be no trouble.

I said yes immed... continue reading

I couldn’t stop thinking about that night at Stacy’s house. How she just watched me get off, fully clothed, without doing even touching herself. It was hot but I also felt so vulnerable. I knew I needed to see her again, but I had to think of a way to escalate it.

After a few days I drummed up the courage to knock on her door again. Stacy opened it, this time with a tight skirt and a white button up shirt. She pulled me inside and led me to her living room.

“What took you so long?” She asks “I thought I scared you off”

“Just, uh, been busy” I say as I sit down on the couch.

Stacy goes to another room. I practice to myself what to say to her. A woman hasn’t made me this nervous in a long time. She comes back and sets some items on the coffee table in front of me. A bottle of lube, tissues, and some wipes.

“I wasn’t that prepared for you last time. Is there anything else I can get you?” She asks, standing over me.

“Well, about our session. Are you sure you just want to watch? I’ll... continue reading

Okay this is probably one of the hottest (and weirdest) things in my relationship and I need to tell you guys.

My boyfriend has real sexual somnambulism. While he’s fully asleep he starts sleep-talking all dirty, moaning about my pussy, how tight I am, how he wants to use me. Then he’ll roll over, still completely asleep, and start touching me. He slides his fingers inside me and fingers me deep and slow, sometimes adding more fingers while breathing all heavy and horny.

Other times he goes down on me and eats my pussy like he’s starving… licking, sucking my clit, tongue fucking me while he’s dead asleep.

He’ll make me cum hard or sometimes just use me for a while and then just roll back over, cuddle up, and sleep like nothing happened.

And the best (or craziest) part? He has zero memory of it in the morning. When I bring it up he looks confused and has no idea he spent half the night using me. That proves to me it’s real sexsomnia and not him just pretending… and for some fuc... continue reading

My name is Olga, I'm 28 years old. I've been married for five years, and the last three have been a blur—diapers, borscht, sick days. My husband, Sergey, is a good man, nine years older than me. He works as a shop foreman, comes home tired, and usually falls asleep in front of the TV. We had sex once a month, purely marital, no-nonsense, and that was generally fine with me. I'd forgotten that I used to love dancing until the morning. A month ago, my old friend Kristina, the perpetually lonely adventurer, talked me into going to the new nightclub, Hades. My husband let me go without question, only chuckling, "Where are you going with your maternity-age body?" I pouted, bought myself a tight black dress, styled my hair, and went off to prove to myself that I was still an attractive woman. The club smelled of smoke, sweet alcohol, and something musky and alien. Kristina immediately disappeared onto the dance floor with a bartender, leaving me alone at a high table w... continue reading

There are probably healthier ways to help someone get over a breakup, but possibly none as effective (or hot) lol

Everyone on our little desk island knew that Tom had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and we were all trying our best to tread carefully around him, making sure not to make any jokes about how much it sucks being single etc. For the most part, we had been doing well, but he had still been staring into space or going out to “grab things from the car” multiple times a day.

It had only been a week since the breakup, and almost everything seemed to trigger him, so when I saw the calendar reminder pop up on his PC screen–”VACATION WITH JULIE!!!!”–I knew he was gonna be kinda fucked.

Sure enough, he stared at his screen for a moment then just pushed his chair back, standing up from his desk and walking toward the little supply closet down the hall. I watched as the door closed behind him, expecting him to reappear quickly with a handful of pens or notebooks. But he didn... continue reading

I used to have a friend that I would come over to his house often and he had an older sister who was hot as fuck and I always had a crush on her

One day I was sleeping over at his house and he had an appointment somewhere and told me I can stay at his house so it was just me and his sister home

I was just chilling in his room until I got hungry so I went to the kitchen to get something to eat

While I was looking in the fridge his sister walked in with shorts and a crop top on and I knew I had to do something so I looked at her and just decided to confess that I liked her

Once I told her she just said “well I haven’t got fucked in a while, you up for that?”

The moment she said that a wave of happiness just took over my whole body and I just said yes immediately

She got close to me and put her hand up against my rock hard dick and starting rubbing it and started kissing me

After a while of that she got down on her knees and took my pants off then started sucking my dick and once... continue reading

When this story took place I hadn’t been dating for a while and was a bit lonely. Naturally that led to forming a habit of getting myself off right after coming home from work. One day I forgot to close the curtains while I was already lying in bed. My apartment was pretty high up from the street so nobody can see me if I’m lying down. At least that’s what I thought.

I pull down my boxers and I close my eyes, picturing this attractive, blonde woman I saw on the subway home. I imagine her hand on my cock instead of mine, just staring at me in this controlling way as she does it. Her top buttons undone, her cleavage on full display. Just as I’m getting close I briefly open my eyes and check the window. Thats when I spot someone looking at me from the second story window across the street. A woman. We lock eyes for a split second. Fuck, I think I know her.

I immediately roll over on my side and pull the covers over my exposed bottom half. I put on my pants and pull the curtains closed.... continue reading

Igor was taught from an early age that he was good for nothing. His mother drilled this into him every single day while he was growing up in their Khrushchev-era apartment on the outskirts, surrounded by perpetually leaking pipes and the smell of fried onions. You'll never amount to anything, she'd say, pouring herself tea with the sediment of yesterday's brew. Igor believed it. He dropped out of vocational school to become a welder in his second year and got a job at a "Husband for an Hour" company—at least they paid cash there, and the clients, mostly lonely old women with chandeliers that needed rehanging, didn't ask too many questions. He replaced electrical outlets, repaired faucets, hung curtain rods, and in the evenings, he'd return to his rented room, where his only joy was an old phone with a cracked screen, on which he watched porn videos—fast, angry, and plotless. He didn't have a girlfriend and didn't expect one: Igor was embarrassed b... continue reading

The reunion was exactly as awkward as I expected—people I barely remembered trying to one-up each other with job titles and vacation photos, the DJ playing songs that hit different now that we were all pushing thirty. Mary and I ended up orbiting each other most of the night, the way we used to. She looked good. Really good. That athletic build she always had from soccer had filled out nicely, and her tan skin still popped against the simple black dress she was wearing. We caught up in bits and pieces: her job in marketing, my boring corporate gig, how her marriage was... fine, I guess. She didn't elaborate much.

After the official event fizzled, a few of us hit a bar downtown. The vibe there wasn't much better—loud, half-empty, everyone checking their phones. Mary stuck close, laughing at my dumb jokes a little too easily, touching my arm when she talked. I told myself not to read into it. She was married. I was seeing someone semi-seriously. Old friends, that's all.

Around midnight... continue reading