I came home from work earlier than usual and thought the house was empty. I went upstairs, took off my sweaty blouse and skirt, and decided to take a shower. The heat was unbearable, and the cool water running over my skin brought me relief. I stood under the stream, soaping my breasts and thighs, thinking about my daughter. Mary is 19, and her boyfriend is a real catch: rich, handsome, and also only 19. A guy like that is not to be missed.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened. At first, I didn't even realize what was happening I just heard footsteps. Jerry walked in and headed straight for the cabinet under the sink, not even glancing in my direction, as if the shower wasn't working at all.

I quietly opened the glass door and stepped out. My body was soaking wet, water running down my skin, although my hair remained dry.

"Hi, Jerry."

He  turned around abruptly.

"Hi, Miss..."

"Jerry, call me Linda."

"Sorry... I forgot."

His gaze dropped. I stood confidently, hands on my hips, legs... continue reading

My boyfriend’s family is super close, so I’m over all the time. His sister has been my low key crush since I met her. We flirt in that “is it joking?” brushing hands, compliments that linger, changing in front of each other when I sleep over.

Last weekend we’re all at their parents’ house. Boyfriend runs out for pizza, parents at the neighbor’s. It’s just us in his old bedroom “looking for his yearbook.”

Door shuts. She sits on the bed, pats the spot next to her.

“Truth or dare?”

I pick dare.

She smirks: “Kiss me. For real this time.”

I do. Soft at first, then deeper, her hand sliding under my tank, mine in her hair. Next thing I know tops are off, bras gone, her mouth on my nipple while I’m gasping into her pillow that still smells like my boyfriend.

She pushes me back, peels my shorts off slow, fingers tracing everywhere she’s been staring at for months. Slides two inside me easy I’m soaked curls them perfect while her tongue circles my clit.

I come fast, legs shaking, biting... continue reading

in short, I had sex with over 100 guys in college and around 30 women. I am bi but definitely gravitated hard towards dick in my junior and senior years lol. By my senior year, I had about a dozen guys who I had sex with very often, so my body count only increased by 10 or so that year and they were pretty much all freshman that I was a group leader for in their orientation camp 😂 my guy friends said it was a good way to meet freshman girls to fuck and I turned that right around on them lmao.

Anyways, since graduating the frequency of sex in my life just isn’t what I’d become accustomed to and I hate it. Right now I have sex twice a week and it just isn’t enough. After the first month of my freshman year onward I had sex most days. Some days were wild and it was multiple times. Key to this is having sex friendly roommates which I had; I roomed with the same girl all 4 years because we got along so well in this regard. I’d be getting my pussy absolutely crushed on my bed and 5 feet aw... continue reading

SOOO during a recent vegas trip for one of my besties, i just fucking KNEWW i was gonna need some dick. yes, i absolutely could’ve found some at the club, but i didn’t want to take attention away from my friend’s celebration, so i (VERY SADLY) had to turn away some very cute boys that tried to flirt with me.

however, since im very proactive, i made a post here on reddit to suck some dick and ngl it got more attention than i expected. after sifting through the responses and messaging many candidates, i narrowed it down to one that fit all my requirements. we did a quick video chat to verify then finalized rough plans around my timeline.

so let’s fast forward to clubbing with my girlies. i’m dolled up in a cute little white dress and drunk af. i’m having fun but also getting NERVOUS because im supposed to sneak away to meet a redditor soon. as the dj is wrapping up his set, i spontaneously tell my slutty plans to one of my girls and ask her to accompany me JUST IN CASE. she tries to ta... continue reading

I have read some post about anal sex, so thought of sharing how it started with my wife. I edit this incident using Ai to make it more polished.

My wife and I have been married for 11 years in an arranged setup. Our sex life has always been active and satisfying we do easily 3–4 times a week, sometimes more. She’s stunning: 5’7” tall, with long, silky dark brown hair that cascades down her back. Her skin is very fair with the softest pink undertone, the kind that flushes beautifully when she’s aroused. She has a deliciously curvy body — full, heavy breasts that sway hypnotically when we fuck, a soft proportionate tummy that I love gripping, thick juicy thighs that feel incredible wrapped around me, and a perfectly round, plump ass that’s impossible to ignore.

Before this night, anal had literally never come up. Not once. No hints, no jokes, no shared porn featuring it. It just wasn’t on our radar.

We’ve always loved using plenty of lube for regular sex — the slick, slippery glide... continue reading

So, to start things, we're 26M and 25F. We've been together for 5 years at this point and after a LONG time talking about our kinks, turn-ons and whatnot, we agreed on allowing ourselves to experiment more during this year. All within the rules we agreed on (we only play together).

The first thing we decided to explore was being watched by someone, preferably a lady or another couple. We couldn't find the right person for a while because it turned out it's tough bringing strangers to your bedroom...

Then N entered the stage.

N is a friend of F from college days. She left a very shitty, jealous guy at that time and was genuinely bummed at how much time we lost with him. And since we hang out together from time to time, she became a frequent guest at our flat. We have no filter when talking, so we discussed basically everything including sex and she felt comfortable talking about it to a couple who understood her struggles.

One evening, out of the blue, she admitted she fantasized ab... continue reading

Over the Christmas holidays my wife's phones started acting weird. It was several years old and she's stubborn, but it was time to switch. While she placed an order for a new phone I allowed her to use my personal one as I tended to use my work phone more often anyhow.

Over the couple of days she had my phone she apparently had been conversing with her best friend, Ally. They've been friends since University and there have been hints from my wife that they "experimented" with each other while drunk. I never paid much attention to it, but they're still close.

Anyway, my wife's new phone showed up and I got it switched over from her old one and she was happy. Then it happened. I was flipping through my personal phone to see if any pictures she had taken were still there so I could send them to her. She takes a lot of pics. Just as I am scrolling a text comes through from her friend Alley.

I open it up and Im just about to text back to tell to her text her original number when I ge... continue reading

Violetta Alekseyevna was a fifty-three-year-old woman with a strong character and a well-developed sense of self-worth. She had been the hospital's chief physician for over ten years and was highly respected by her colleagues and patients. She had been married for many years and had an adult son who had long since moved on with his own life. Violetta was a woman of strict principles and strict rules. She always maintained strict discipline and expected the same from others. She was an intelligent, educated, and successful woman who knew what she wanted in life and how to achieve it. But despite her strict character and high standards, Violetta also had a secret that no one knew, not even her husband. She experienced unusual arousal when visiting the gynecologist. Moreover, she did so more often than was necessary. Unlike many of her colleagues, she preferred to undergo examinations not at the hospital outpatient clinic, but at a private clinic where a male gynecologist worked. I... continue reading

It was early in the morning, so early the sun wasn’t even up yet. I had tossed and turned all night and now I was staring at the ceiling trying to think of anything else. My dreams had all been a blur, but they left an impression. A need that I woke up with and that pained me. I touched myself but it wasn’t enough. I huffed and turned kver, trying to go back to sleep but the need was too much. I needed to do something about it.

I threw the blankets off and walked down the hall. I peeked into Josh and Josie’s room. They were both asleep but I pushed common sense aside and snuck in. Josh was at the edge of the bed and it only took a few taps to wake him up. I put my fingers to his lips to keep him quiet and then took his hand. I tugged him out to the hallway and I didn’t even get to my room. I leaned against the wall and pressed his hand between my thighs, he touched me through my panties beneath my large shirt. I moaned, trying to grind down on his hand. He was still half asleep as he... continue reading

My husband died a year ago. I hadn't had sex since. My money was running out, so I answered an ad: "Maid wanted, live-in optional, good pay."

A man answered the phone. His voice was deep, slightly husky, and confident. The sound alone made me aroused. He told me to come see him that evening to discuss the details.

The house was a private residence. The door opened, and there stood Mike. That same Mike my son's best friend from college. Eighteen years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with a light stubble and eyes that made me want to look away.

"Mrs. Katie?" he smiled, as if he already knew more about me than I did.

"Yes... Mike? I didn't expect to see you."

We went inside and sat across from each other at the glass table. He began explaining the schedule: cleaning three times a week, laundry, ironing... I barely listened. I looked at his lips, at his strong fingers resting on the table, feeling my panties soaking through.

Suddenly he fell silent. A smile tugged at the corner of his m... continue reading

I always thought smell was the most important thing. Hot stone, oak whisk, kvassed bread for steam, and honey. And underneath it all, the scent of clean wood, warmed by human bodies. "Margarita's Bathhouse" was an expensive place, private, where people didn't just come to wash. They came to remove the crust from themselves, the one that accumulates from money, negotiations, and the eternal rush. And I, Marina, twenty-two years old, was part of this ritual. His name was Artyom. This was his third visit, and always only to me. Not the kind of brute who jumps in with his hands, no. Silent, with dark eyes that looked not at his body but right through it, as if searching for some kind of flaw within. Today he was especially exhausted. His shoulders were like boulders, his neck tense. I worked silently, the classic way. First, warming up, lightly tapping with a birch broom soaked in a basin of fragrant infusion. The steam room hummed like a living beast, the heat envelopin... continue reading

I have to start this story off by saying it’s 100% nonfiction. Sometimes people don’t actually think these things happen on flights — they most certainly do.

In December of 2021, I was flying back home for Christmas (I was 24 at the time). Covid regulations were still in effect for flying, so everyone had masks on. I was flying Southwest, so open seating rules applied.

Honestly I really just wanted to sit down and listen to my podcast and unplug my mind for the flight. So, once I boarded, I picked a window seat in the 5th row. There was a woman with her mask on sitting in the aisle seat — brown hair, brown eyes and not much older than me (I’d guess 27).

This really did not factor into my decision. Like above, I just wanted to unplug. So I sit in the window seat. I get my headphones out, and start preparing for takeoff.

The flight attendant starts doing pre-flight checks, walking up and down the aisle. For whatever reason, she does a double take at our row and looks at me, then co... continue reading

Up until my senior year of college, including my study-abroad term, I had roommates. In fact, my freshman year and study abroad semester I actually shared a bedroom with another dude. Finally, my senior year, I was living completely alone. Beyond my own bedroom, I had my own kitchen and den. I could come and go as I pleased, and if I were lucky enough to bring a girl back with me, there were never any distractions from a roommate/suitemate or their respective guests. By far, I got the most pussy of my college career my senior year, but, ironically, as often as I hooked up that year, I got about as many rejections. It was a numbers game, and I made a move on every girl with whom I thought I had the slightest opportunity ... every girl except one.

I met Laura in a journalism class I was taking. Once we got to talking, it was revealed that we lived in the same apartment building! I asked if I could stop by, and she was cool with that. So I did, and we really enjoyed each other's company.... continue reading

It started innocently enough-us discussing what we liked during sex and what we’ve done before. After talking about it we realized how fun it would be to mess with my husband….I asked her to flirt with him…any excuse to press against him and whisper into his ear, for us to giggle and watch him get embarrassed and look away from us when we were clearly talking about him. Surprisingly it didn’t take long for him to catch on to what we were doing

We finally gave in one night when we were all laying on the couch together. My girlfriend sat in between us and we all started drinking and talking. One thing led to another and she was on his lap, grinding against him, her little shorts riding up. I played with her hair while I watched him realize what was happening and guided her mouth to his, and just like that-the two of them were making out like hungry animals. She’s just like me and was soaking almost instantly. My cunt was dripping watching the two of them dry hump and in that moment I k... continue reading

I’ve been best friends with his daughter, sleeping over almost every weekend. Her dad has been my quiet crush forever. For months I’ve been pushing it: “forgetting” a towel after showers so I walk past him in just a thong, wearing his old band tees with nothing underneath, bending over in tiny shorts when he’s on the couch.

He always looked, clenched his jaw, but never touched.

Last night my friend passed out early after too much wine, upstairs in her room. I’m in the basement “watching a movie” in his oversized flannel (stolen from the laundry) and lace panties, legs tucked under me on the couch.

He comes down for a “nightcap,” sees me in his shirt, stops dead.

“You’re killing me, kid.”

I bite my lip, uncurl my legs slow, let the flannel ride up.

“Then stop fighting it.”

That’s all it took.

He’s on me in two steps, lifting me off the couch like I’m nothing, laying me back on the thick rug in front of the TV. Flannel unbuttoned gentle, panties peeled off and tossed aside.

He k... continue reading

The stuffiness in the car gave way to a sharp December chill as I stepped out into the bumpy parking lot of the Taiga bathhouse. Steam billowed from the exhaust, as if the car itself had breathed a sigh of relief. I had come alone—on purpose. After three months in the smoke-filled office, after his calls begging me to come back, I needed a shake-up. Or oblivion. A bathhouse, I decided. Alone. The old log cabin had turned black with age. Inside, it smelled of smoke, damp wood, and something deeply earthy. The owner, a woman with a tired face and nimble hands, handed me a sheet and a broom. "Are you taking the whole hour?" she asked again. "It's free until eight. Just... It's a wood-burning stove, so you have to heat it yourself. Can you handle it?" I nodded. Drowning is even better. It'll keep my hands and mind occupied. The dressing room was quiet and empty. I slowly undressed, looking at my reflection in the fogged window. The thinness he'd called &#... continue reading

So my husband and I were on vacation in Orlando and we heard of this nude resort called secrets hideaway just down the street from where we were staying and decided we woukd go there and get a room for a night to check the place out.

We checked in and got a room and walked through the doors into the resorts main courtyard where the pools and bars are and wow , what a shock. 90% of the people were just walking around totally naked and everywhere you look people are either giving blowjobs at the pool or having sex on the pool chairs . My husband and I knew this was our type of place instantly .

So I immediately got butt naked and walked up to the bar to order drinks for us. Skipping most of the time there to get to the good part now .....

My husband and I had been drinking for a few hours, I had given my husband a Blowjob on the pool edge earlier for my first public BJ as 100s of ppl walked by and some stoped to watch and continue on. Was such a thrill and now it was getting late... continue reading

A little while back I attended a conference for my job, where my company was a sponsor and had a couple keynote speakers. A bunch of us from my company were there, as it was a major networking and work event for us, staying in a hotel in the city where the conference was held, about a mile from the conference location - a pleasant walk through the downtown area, with a bunch of good restaurants and bars along the route. The conference ran for several days, and every day when the conference events were done in the evening, our team would go out to dinner together and then barhop around downtown throughout the night, often splitting up into several groups. A very work hard/play hard kind of week, where we got fairly drunk each night, and got to know each other quite well and spend some fun times together.

A new employee was there with us that week, who worked at a different branch of our office from me, in a different city, so I never really had any occasion to work with her. A recent... continue reading

I’m 50 and have a 42 year old FWB. We both have a high sex drive. This December she told me we couldn’t meet at her place because her daughter was home from college. I couldn’t host either, I had my kids for the holidays.

She texts me a few days after Christmas telling me how super horny she was, said her daughter was asleep and wanted me to come over and give her some of my sweet loving. But she told me we had to be quiet, and I had to leave once we were done. She’s only 10 minutes away, my kids were asleep too, so I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

I get to her place, we tip toe to her room and close the door. She doesn’t waste any time lol! She was already dripping wet. I start pounding her with her ankles up on my shoulders and she’s getting loud, not just moaning but almost yelling and being very vocal, talking dirty.

All of a sudden she puts her legs down, gasps and says “hi honey”. I look over my shoulder, and her 19 year old daughter is standing there watch... continue reading

The morning started out great. I'm the first one who has to leave for work, and Maddie and Ryan have plenty of time to spend together before they have to get ready, and a lot of the time they really make the most of it. It's pretty unfair that I miss out on the morning fun when I'm such a morning girl. So that day was lovely because I got to do my part.

I got the best snuggles between my loves, Maddie kissing my face like she does that lets me know how much I'm treasured, long kisses on my cheeks and my forehead, her hand in my hair, long looks from her brilliant green eyes, her beautiful smile, a little kiss on my nose that makes me giggle, and Ryan behind me with that big hard cock against my ass. It's my happiest place. Those are the moments I really need, the moments that mean more than the crazy things we do.

It was so warm and cozy and I was so loved and happy, and Maddie asked if I was going to be good and take care of them before they went to work. Of course! I'm such a good... continue reading