How about I start with this subtle introduction: I’m an exceptionally sexual, high-libido, driven woman who loves cocks in my holes. I know, I know. I’m very *humble*, too. I’m not married. Long-term relationships were never my thing. I was always the “independent woman” kind of type. Short pixie hair. Pencil skirts. Marathon runner. One ribcage tattoo. Career focused. Doing my own shit when and how I want to.

I work in a very stressful and high-stakes specialty at a big hospital downtown a major city. An occasional day off for me is warranted, but I rarely take an entire vacation lasting weeks. Except this one. I’ve been planning this one for months. A two-week cruise. By myself. In a luxury room. With daily spa treatments, VIP lounges, and a premium drinks package. Two suitcases packed. With thongs, lingerie, bikinis, dildos, vibrators, anal toys and hooks, rope, cuffs, nipple clamps.

*You see, I had every intention of fucking myself relentlessly this entire trip - with or without... continue reading

Zheka continued talking, devouring me with his eyes, "Two serious guys are arriving this evening on business. They have diamond mines in Africa and a cutting factory in Yerevan. They're meeting here today with a business partner, a jeweler from London, who flew in especially for this. They hold meetings here quite often. You'll be escorting these Armenians. As far as I remember, they're great connoisseurs and lovers of women's butts. I think they'll really like your skillful backside. Now, relax, but not for long. After lunch, at our hotel, you'll go to the spa and see the makeup artist. The girls will get you ready, I'll tell them, and by five o'clock tonight, be ready for work. You have to look like a million dollars." He spoke as he pulled on his underwear and pants. Once fully dressed, he gave me a firm slap on the butt, my buttocks bouncing invitingly. That slap and the mention of diamonds in Africa brought back vivid memories of my adven... continue reading

I'll call her Mandy for the story. She's a little white girl, thin, small tits, pretty tan, black hair, and surprisingly thick for her size. Similar look to AJ Lee for all my fellow WWE fans. We met during a social with my coworkers, and ngl she was so small I think I almost stepped on her when I initially didn't see her at first lol. A little later I found myself alone with Mandy in the kitchen, and she outed herself as a bulge watcher, and admittedly I have a pretty huge cock. We were talking and she said something like "being my height, I can see many interesting things", and I saw her eyes were locked onto my bulge. I just kinda apologized and said this is just how it is, and that really got her radar going lol. We exchanged info, and I was at her place a couple days later.

I knocked on her door, she was already naked when she let me in. I asked her if she was a size queen, she very enthusiastically said yes. Then I asked how that size even fits in her, and she responded "I thin... continue reading

After I saw that Sara was gone, I stepped out of my shorts and cleaned up the cum that was on the floor with my underwear before going into the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror, playing back what just happened. I just came watching my neighbor's 19yr old daughter pleasuring herself by my pool. I couldn't get the image of her perfect, naked body out of my mind. I could feel myself growing hard again when I heard, "Hello Mr K."

I turned and saw Sara standing there, naked and still wet. She looked down at my dick as my eyes scanned her naked body. Without a word, she walked to me, squatted and took me into her mouth. I had to hold onto the sink. It had been a long time since my wife had sucked me like this. Oh shit, my wife. Thank goodness she was away for the day. For a brief second, I felt guilty but when I saw Sara looking me in the eyes with my cock in her mouth, my wife was my last thought.

She only sucked me for a minute before standing and putting her hands on the sin... continue reading

Obligatory 'this is an old story but I wanted to share it anyway' Just for some background, my best (f)riend who we'll call 'Emily' we grew up together in the same town from the age of about 10. Our respective grandparents were friends ect.. Anyway, very average friendship for a lot of our teenage years going out shopping and whatever together. Her mum would tease us constantly about being a couple ect. and while I did think she was very pretty. We were very different people personality wise, I was a lot more introverted back then to what I am nowadays where she was very extroverted.

By around our mid to late teens, we'd both moved away to different areas with our parents, but we both made efforts to catch up/ go shopping, talk to each other about our relationships ect. we was about as close as friends as the opposite sex could be at least imo. However as the years went by we'd drifted apart, I'd gone away to university and she was working here & there.. but still kept in contact... continue reading

I thought I would share the story of how I ended up fucking my best friend‘s mom.

My birthday is in September, so I spent most of my senior year 18 years old.

Justin and I became friends in pre-K and had been tight ever since. Growing up we would have sleepovers at each other‘s houses and both of our parents treated us like another kid. Justin‘s mom Becky actually treated me slightly better than she treated Justin.

Our friend group referred to her as psycho bitch Becky. And that’s what she was my whole childhood. She’s an attractive woman, a little over 5 foot tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice figure with boobs that would be small on anybody else, but look huge on her tiny frame.

I’d say she was a solid eight in the looks Dept, but she was a raging bitch. Permanent resting bitch face, sneering at everybody, snapping at everybody, always yelling at Justin and his dad, etc. Around eighth grade, I came to visit him one time and there was a dent in their front door.... continue reading

So one night a few weeks ago I was at my girlfriend's house with our friend Kim and we were hanging out in the backyard drinking. We all probably drank a bit too much because both of them came up with this crazy bet. They actually wanted to bet how far my cum would go if I was jerked off. gf said it would reach a shrub that was nearby. Kim said definitely not. This is what happens when horny drunk women get together.

I was told to get naked; and of course I didn't want to get in the way of a good bet, so I did. I asked who would be jerking me off. gf said Kim had free use so it was her. I sat in a chair and Kim kneeled down next to me and started stroking my dick. She started real slow, going up and down my shaft with both hands. gf jokingly said that I better not enjoy this too much, but I definitely was.

Kim then started playing with my balls. She started jerking me a little faster. gf walked next to me and started kissing me and stroking my hair, telling me that my load better g... continue reading

"Hey Mr K, it's Sara. I got your number from dad. I'm home for the summer and was wondering if I could use your pool, just like the good old days?"

"Oh hi Sara. Great to hear from you. Sure, you're more than welcome to use the pool. I'm not home but the back door is unlocked. Feel free to use anything you need in the house."

"Thank you Mr K, you're the best."

I hadn't seen Sara in a year and barely in four years before that. Once she was in high school, she became a recluse and only left her house for school and emergencies it seemed. I was out running errands and wouldn't be home for a few hours so she had the pool to herself.

When I got home, I had forgotten Sara was supposed to use the pool. I went into my bedroom and heard music. I looked out and saw Sara sitting, reading a book. She looked totally different than the last time I saw her. She had turned out to be a beautiful 19yr old woman. She looked just like her mom.

As soon as I recognized her, Sara stood up facing me. She... continue reading

The glass doors of the PharmaCorp clinic slid open with a soft hiss, ushering Jane into sterile, icy-cold air. It smelled of antiseptic and money. The latter was especially appealing. It was this smell, or rather the lack thereof in her own life, that had drawn the twenty-year-old student here. The reception area was decorated in calm, neutral tones—gray sofas, blue accent walls covered with abstract paintings, presumably intended to be calming. But Jane couldn't relax. Her fingers fiddled nervously with the strap of her old backpack, filled with notes from an introductory sociology course. "Jane Doe?" a woman in a white coat rose from behind the counter, her smile as flawless and lifeless as the interior. "My name is Linda. Come with me, Dr. Murdoch is waiting for you." Jane nodded, feeling her legs buckle. She followed Linda down the long hallway, their footsteps echoing dully on the glossy linoleum. The office doors were closed, their nameplates bearing incomp... continue reading

If you’ve read all three previous parts, thank you for making it this far! This is officially the last part of the story. It’s a little longer than the previous ones. And fair warning, it get’s a little fucked up. Hope you all enjoy.

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We left off part 3 just as Sasha returned to the bedroom. Moments before I had been fully inside of Emma, throwing caution to the wind and forgoing Sasha’s ground rule overcome by pure lust. With Sasha now crawling up onto the bed, Emma slowly stroked me, telling Sasha “I want to watch you ride him to start”.

Sasha teasingly responded “You’ve gotta keep playing with my nipples though, that felt so good.”

Emma let go of my cock as Sasha crawled up onto the bed, straddling me and giving me a deep kiss. She gripped my shaft and guided my tip to her entrance, slowly sitting down and sliding me into her. She shivered and moaned, saying “fuck Ben I love your cock … mmm I’ve needed you inside me”.

In her tone there was almost a hint of competition,... continue reading

My wife and I have been married for 2 years, and we're usually pretty chill, but last week we got into this massive argument over something stupid. I forget what even started it, but it blew up into yelling about everything from chores to old grudges. I stormed out to cool off, thinking we'd just sleep it off separately like we sometimes do.

But when I came back a couple hours later, the house was quiet. She was in the bedroom, still fuming, wearing this thin tank top and shorts that hugged her curves just right. She shot me a glare that could melt steel, but damn if it didn't make her look even sexier. Her cheeks flushed, eyes flashing with that fire I fell for back in the day.

I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or the way her chest heaved with every angry breath, but I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall. "You think you can just yell at me like that?" I growled, my voice low and rough. She pushed back at first, her hands on my chest,... continue reading

This past Halloween, Erica and myself got invited out by a mutual friend of ours to a house party, along with a whole host of our mutual friends. I went dressed as Sub-Zero while she went dressed as Kitana. Once we got there and started making our rounds with everyone else, Erica introduced me to her friend Jessica, who at this point was sitting on the couch on the basement by herself.

I introduced myself to her and shook her hand. She just said hi very softly and meekly. She is a very cute and petite redhead with a decent sized bust and some of the cutest freckles imaginable, fitting considering she went dressed in a typical schoolgirl outfit (she would later say that she was trying to dress up as the readhead from the music video for All The Things She Said by t.a.t.u). However, I still got this since that she was really quite glum and sad. After we made our introductions, I made my way back upstairs and joined the rest of the party.

A few hours passed (and a few wobblypops were c... continue reading

The end of 2224 was unusually rainy and gloomy. Outside the window of my home office, located on the hundredth floor of a skyscraper, gray streams tirelessly drenched the neon-lit night city. The streams of water blurred the lights of flying cars lining up in endless glowing lines, transforming the futuristic landscape into a melancholic watercolor masterpiece. I moved away from the massive holographic screen displaying the complex molecular diagrams of my secret project and stretched, feeling the stiff muscles in my back and neck protest the hours of sitting motionless. My back creaked, an eloquent reminder of long years spent in a static position, researching and experimenting. I removed my thick-lensed glasses and carefully wiped them with a special cloth. Without them, the world instantly blurred into a shapeless blur, where light bizarrely merged with darkness, depriving me of the ability to discern not only details but the very essence of the objects around me. A congenital an... continue reading

A few years back i caught my neighbour watching me jerking off in front of my bathroom mirror from her upstairs window. I did not stop, and we stared at each other until i finished on the tiles. Obviously i never mentioned this to my wife, and future interactions with the neighbour remained as polite waves and hellos from the driveway.

Our street does a little party for Halloween every year where the adults basically hang out on our lawns mingling and drinking while the kiddos get hopped up on sugary treats. My wife and i were crushing a bottle of wine in the back of my ute when the neighbour husband, Mike, appeared. We had never really spoken to them much before, but i had once helped Mike change his car battery and alternator in his driveway when they first bought the place, since he clearly didnt know what he was doing. I didnt have the heart to tell him we needn't change the battery since he had already bought it. He seemed nice enough

We chatted away while drinking for Hallowe... continue reading

Since the divorce I've dated on and off, but I'm busy and a dad, and the apps are sometimes more trouble than they're worth. After a good week I'll have momentary motivation and unpause my profile and seek out a fling. I'm handsome, in my late 30s, with blue eyes and a well kept beard, and so I usually have little trouble finding someone to hookup with, but nothing really lasts.

It makes sense that things don't last of course, I look after my kids every second week, so my attention is always partial. When they're with me I want them to be staying in a proper house, so I stay somewhere only just within my means. A few months ago I decided that I needed to supplement my income and find someone who could stay half the time.

I put out feelers to FB groups and online listings. It's a weird ask but I thought it couldn't hurt to look. I charged below market rate but the first 5 people I saw were clearly untrustworthy or didn't read the ad.

Then I met Belle. She suited perfectly. She worke... continue reading

This was around 10 years ago. My FWB and I had been hooking up casually for months and always had fun. Once summer, I had a work conference in Hawaii, and instead of going solo, I offered her the deal: all-expenses-paid trip to paradise, first-class flights, luxury resort on Maui, the works. In exchange? She keeps my balls empty. Completely drained. Every. Single. Day.

She laughed at first, thinking I was joking, but when I showed her the tickets, her eyes lit up like fireworks. "You're serious? What's the catch?" she asked, biting her lip in that way that always gets my cock twitching. "No catch," I said, pulling her close. "Just you, me, and as much cum as you can handle." She shivered against me, her nipples hardening through her thin tank top, and whispered, "Deal."

The flight over was torture in the best way. We were in those lie-flat seats, but privacy screens up, and she wasted no time. Halfway through, she slipped under the blanket, her hand sneaking into my pants. "Gotta s... continue reading

Introduction from the husband Recently, while talking about memorable and unusual sexual experiences, my wife reminded me of another adventure in a train compartment. Wow, I'd completely forgotten about it. She started recalling details, and I remembered some of them too, so I decided to commit the experience to paper. As I was writing, I realized it would be easier for me to persuade my wife to write the part of the story about the events that took place without my presence. I would then write the introduction and then describe the events in which I had already participated. So, it all started like this: my wife and I had already bought train tickets to St. Petersburg—we were planning to go to another meeting at a higher-level organization. Yes, it was May! Then I got a call, first from the head of the repair department at the head office, and then from the deputy director of the representative organization in the Moscow region. The problem was this: the Muscovites needed to ha... continue reading

When I was in high school there was a guy named David and I had a huge crush on him. He wasn't a football player or even really popular. He was this quiet kid that sat next to me in math class that occasionally helped me out. He was so shy but he'd break through that when I'd ask him a question.

Now as a teenager, all the wires are crossed and the hormones are high so instead of just accepting a friendship I needed something more with David.

I managed to plan a study date with him, don't ask me how it happened, it took a lot of conjoling. We went to his house and his parents left us alone in his room with the door closed.

I couldn't help myself! He was nervous, blushing and stuttering over his words and it made me so wet to see him behave like that because of me.

To his credit, he tried to keep us focused on the homework but I couldn't focus to save my life.

"Have you ever kissed someone?" I asked. He turned red and I couldn't help but smile. He hadn't! I didn't say anything but I... continue reading

Me and this guy had been dating for quite awhile and though we were comfortable with each other already and the sex was phenomenal, it was approaching the point of the relationship where I like to divulge and inquire about our deeper kinks and fetishes. Like most guys, I could tell immediately that he was holding back. "I'm already satisfied.... I like rough sex.... threesome...." Basically all the stuff every girl already knows that guys want.

I kept prying. I figured if I shared some of my kinkier desires then maybe it would open him up more. I went all the way and shared my interest in CNC (I hadn't yet gotten to explore CNC at this point in my life). He was intrigued for sure, but I did let him get off easy by just saying he shared the same kink. He was still hesitant so I decided there was an easier way of doing this. I asked if he'd be willing to watch porn with me and he agreed immediately. I cozied up on the couch while he went to get his iPad. I took it from him and went to... continue reading

Jack Miller spent a week stalking the neighborhood. He chose a target and arrived at the house around two in the morning. He found and carefully opened an unlocked window on the ground floor of the quiet house. He quietly crept into the dark room, turned on a small flashlight, and looked around, removing an old pillowcase from under his jacket. He quickly went to the sideboard, found a box of expensive antique silverware, and dumped it all into the bag. Also inside was a beautiful silver tea set and a small metal box containing three hundred dollars. Not bad for a couple of minutes' work, he thought, heading for the exit the same way he'd entered—through Rachel's window. Suddenly, the light flashed and a man's voice rang out! "Who's there?" the man shouted. Jack froze, looked over his shoulder, and saw a man of about fifty standing in the far doorway. - Hey! What are you doing here?! Turning to face him, Jack put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a sh... continue reading