Liz sat straddling my naked hips, my slick cock still embedded inside her pink slit as she oozed my own cum all over me. After a good, hard fuck, her pussy had a tendency to get red and swollen, almost brightening to the same tone as the light auburn hair covering her messy crotch. Her face was flushed too, and her ample red curls disheveled in a frizzy way she’d certainly end up complaining about in the morning, but for now, our sweat dampened her hair enough to keep her mane just barely under control. A bruise was already forming on one of her petite, A-cup boobs where I had grabbed her hard while fucking her, and if past behavior were any indication, she’d want a matching bruise on the other boob sometime in the morning too.

“Fuck,” she said with a sigh, a sigh tinged with the slightest amount of regret. After a really rough fuck, she would want to be cuddled, sometimes allowed to cry softly in the nape of my neck, as though the bruising of her cervix had given license for other un... continue reading

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A continuation of “My girlfriends sister gave me a blowjob”

A few weeks had gone by since Lauren gave me the blow job. Neither of us mentioned it after that night, but there was an obvious tension between the two of us. We both knew we shouldn’t clue Sophie in on what had happened and we kept her in the dark. Things beyond that had been going normally until one morning.

It was Saturday night after going on a run together; Sophie and I were back in her basement watching a movie. Nothing too exciting happened beyond us figuring out what we wanted to do for our fourth of July party coming up (another story to be told here eventually). We were both exhausted from our run and passed out hard on the couch for the entire night.

I woke up the next morning, still on the basement couch, to Sophie kissing me on the cheek

Sophie softly whispered “Hey goodmorning baby, I’m going over to Hannah’s house for a bit, I’ll be back this afternoon, love you”

“mmm okay see ya later” I sleepily mu... continue reading

Holy shit. I’m literally sitting in my car right now trying to catch my breath because I think my brain just short circuited. I’ve been seeing this specialist for a few months, let's call him Dr. K, to deal with some thyroid stuff that’s been making me feel like garbage. The meds have been helping, but I had to go in today for a routine follow up.

I’m going down my list of symptoms, ticking off the brain fog and the sleep issues, and then I mention some weird skin irritation/sensitivity I’ve been having down there. Totally clinical. He doesn't even blink. Just says we should do a quick visual to make sure it's not a reaction to the new dosage.

Next thing I know, I’m on the table with my feet in the stirrups, just staring at a poster of a human heart on the wall. He’s being super professional, which I appreciate. He moves my skirt up and he’s checking things out, saying how everything looks fine.

Then it happened.

His fingers are moving and he accidentally brushes right over my clit.... continue reading

I am 37 now, but this all started when I was 20. I come from a close-knit family where everyone is expected to study hard, build a stable career, and maintain a respectable image. My older brother got married when I was still in college. His wife was 23 at the time, stunning in that classic way, smooth skin, long dark hair she usually kept tied back, and a curvy figure she kept hidden under modest outfits at family gatherings. Everyone saw her as the perfect wife: polite, helpful, always stepping up during holidays and dinners.

They lived in the same building as our parents, just two floors down. One weekend when I was 20, my brother asked me to drop off some documents at their place while they were out for a family event. I let myself in with the spare key. Their bedroom door was open, and on the bed lay a pile of her freshly washed lingerie, black lace panties, a deep red bra with matching thong, and a sheer nightie that looked far sexier than anything she wore in public.

Something... continue reading

Château de Valmont, hidden in the dense vineyards of the Loire, was transformed every April into a temple for the most discerning collectors. The stone vaults of the main hall trembled with hushed voices, and the air was thick with the aroma of aged Cabernet, old oak, and expensive tobacco. I, a twenty-four-year-old sommelier, was working at this private auction for only my second time. My task was simple and honorable: introduce the lots, describe the terroir, pour into glasses, and ensure that not a drop was wasted. None of the guests noticed how I nervously twitched my fingers behind my back as the price of yet another bottle of 1947 soared. The auction proceeded as usual—the gavel banged, the glasses clinked, and I stood at the long table with decanters, smiling and nodding. No one suspected that below me, two floors down, in the ancient wine cellar, a completely different game was already underway. After the last lot, as guests began to disperse to the terrace with cigars, the... continue reading

I’m a college student living in a dorm complex here in the States. There’s a guy in my building, William, who’s become one of my best friends over the last semester. He’s super chill, but he’s always been pretty upfront about having zero game because of his social anxiety. A few weeks ago, we were hanging out and he confessed that he’s still a virgin. He was actually kind of annoyed about it, basically said he just wanted to get it over with so he could stop overthinking it and just live his life.

Honestly, I’ve always thought he was kinda hot, not in conventional way really. He was dorky, had scruffy hair which I really like. He wasn't big, but he had broad shoulders and a nice back which i've noticed before but never mention. I didn’t want to make our friendship weird.

Anyway, fast forward to last night. We were at a small house party off campus, both had a few drinks, and he brought it up again. He was venting about how much he hated being "the inexperienced one." His friends were... continue reading

Nadia liked to fuck dirty. I’d never met a woman who made me feel so wanted, like every part of me was a treat she couldn’t wait to unwrap and devour. We’d been married seven months and, even with the honeymoon long over, she was still insatiable. Our favorite spot was her ass. It was the first thing I’d noticed about her, and I’m not proud of that, but it wasn’t something you could ignore. She was built like a fertility goddess, with the kind of hips and curves that made my hands look small. Her ass was a religion, and I worshiped it daily.

So that night, when she padded into our room wearing just one of my old college tees and a grin, I knew what she wanted. She bent over the bed and pulled the hem up, baring herself. No panties, of course. Her skin was already flushed, thighs tight and trembling a little, even before I touched her.

“Did you lock the door?” she said, glancing back.

“Why would I?” I asked, stroking her cheeks apart. The pale round of her ass framed her puckered sta... continue reading

I've been sitting on this story for a while, mostly because it completely changed the way I look at intimacy. When I was 19, I didn't really have a high bar for what sex was supposed to be. Up until that point, most of my experiences were just aggressive and fast. It felt like I was just there to be used, rough, quick, and honestly, pretty disposable. I just assumed that was the standard and I didn't really know any better.

Then I matched with this guy while I was spending a weekend in a different city. We ended up meeting back at this small, quiet Airbnb he was staying in. Honestly, I went into it expecting the same old routine. I figured we’d be done in twenty minutes and I’d be heading home. But the second we got close, the energy was really different.

He didn't rush anything. We started out just talking, and when things finally started moving, he spent probably half an hour just on foreplay. I never experienced this before, it was crazy. He was so focused on me, making sure I was... continue reading

Fake names. 18+. This is the first (and not last) time I ever did anything with my girlfriends younger sister.

Me (19m) and my girlfriend Sophie (19f) have a somewhat open relationship i guess, it's only amounted to me sleeping with some of her friends and her getting with one of her childhood friend a few times. The only rule she made pretty clear was her sister (18f) Lauren was off limits, which I had no problem with and respected. Both lauren and sophie have slim athletic builds, the only major difference is sophie has brown hair, while lauren is blonde. We all had a good relationship together, we hung out all the time together. At this point, I wasn't sure if Lauren really knew that Sophie and I weren't exclusive to each other all of the time, but I think she had the idea.

Well, one night we were in their parents basement hanging out, playing Fortnite for a bit, making extremely specific rules where we would make the person playing drink something or take a shot. Eventually w... continue reading

The train pulled out, and my pussy was already wet, anticipating the journey. Two days to Vladivostok, a compartment, a ticket for the top berth. I spotted my neighbors right away: across from him was a sturdy man of about forty, lean, with sinewy arms, clearly the type who spends his life outside the office. Next to him was a younger guy, just a boy, about twenty, with a hungry gaze that immediately landed on my breasts the moment I took off my jeans. And from below, in the side bunk, a third man was already peering in—a demobilized soldier, judging by his haircut and mannerisms, returning home after a year of abstinence. I adjusted the strap of my top, letting the lace of my bra peek out just enough to make the boy gulp, and climbed onto my bunk, wiggling my legging-clad ass in front of my fellow passengers. The evening promised to be languid. By ten thirty, the train's whistle was humming steadily, and the main lights in the car were dimmed, leaving only blue nightlights. The... continue reading

So, I’m Cassie, 20, and I’ve been sharing a tiny dorm room with my roommate, Jules, who’s 22, for about a year now. She’s got this artsy, laid-back vibe—kind of chill but with this intense energy underneath. I’m not exactly super outgoing, so we just click. Our dorm’s pretty small, so there’s no sneaking around. Jules has caught me more than once when I thought I was being quiet—hard to hide anything when our beds are like two feet apart. She never made a big deal out of it, just gave me this knowing grin and moved on. I always wondered how the hell she was so slick about her own stuff.

Last weekend, we were both a little tipsy from some cheap wine, just sprawled on her bed, scrolling through dumb TikTok videos. Somehow, we ended up talking about sex (don’t ask how). I joked about her catching me in the act again, and she laughed, all coy, saying she doesn’t “do that.” Yeah, right. I teased her, and after a bit of back and forth, she finally confessed she definitely does, but she just... continue reading

This actually happened about half a year ago with my ex, Nate. He was 24 at the time and I was 19. He’d just come out of this messy-ass breakup because his ex was a total headcase who cheated on him constantly. We met at the gym where we both worked and the chemistry was just instant. It started with heavy flirting during shifts, which led to him driving me home and me giving him head in the parking lot or the back of his truck before I went inside.

He ended up staying at my place a lot that summer. My parents actually loved the guy; they thought he was such a gentleman and a protector because of his build, even though he was just a goof ball on the inside.

The vibe shifted when he finally met my older sister, Elena (she’s 21). She came home one Friday night totally wasted from a club, wearing this tiny, tight red dress that was basically a belt if you ask me. Elena has always been way more blessed in the chest department than I am, and I caught Nate straight-up staring at her tits w... continue reading

The pool is a special aquarium in the evenings. By evening, the water is as smooth as glass, the lights are dimmed, and only the steady hum of the pumps breaks the silence. My group of adults had left about twenty minutes ago, and I was about to close the door when she appeared on the edge. Marina. The only one of them all wearing a tailored swimsuit, but it fit so well that every man on the path instinctively held his breath as she emerged from the water. She was in her early thirties, with a ring on her finger and a son whom she sometimes brought along. She was married, happy, and fit. Judging by the occasional exchange, everything was going well with her husband: a comfortable house, a mortgage, and a vacation in Turkey. But there was something else about her. A kind of hungry pucker at the corner of her mouth when she thought no one was watching. The way she lingered after practice, swimming closer than necessary when I explained stroke technique. That evening she asked me to he... continue reading

So I decided to do something random and pretend i was out of town. I booked a nice hotel downtown for one night, told my friends I was going out of town for the weekend so nobody would check on me, and packed only the sluttiest things I own: a tight black mini dress that barely covers my ass, strappy heels, and nothing underneath. No bra, no panties, just bare skin.

I checked in around 7pm, took a long shower, lotioned up, did my makeup heavy, smoky eyes, red lips, and left my hair down (youve seen what i look like in my instagram).

Looking at myself in the mirror already had me wet. I slipped on the dress, felt how it clung to my body, and headed down to the hotel bar around 9:30pm pretending I was some out-of-town business traveler unwinding after a long day.

I sat at the bar, crossed my legs so the dress rode high on my thighs, and ordered a martini. My heart was pounding. I knew exactly what I was there for.

It didn’t take long. This tall, broad-shouldered guy in his mid-to-la... continue reading

As the week went on, Kylie and I kept hanging out, but kept things pretty tame. Just making out and some tame groping. We heard there was a night coming up where everyone in the camp would be gathered in a place on the opposite side of the plaza from where we were staying. I shot Kylie a look and she returned it and I knew that we were going to fuck that night. We went about our duties with our assignments around the camp, I tried to volunteer extra when I could just to help out. One of my shifts was again supervising at the building where me and Kylie had our encounter. This time Lori was there. Lori was the other brunette I met the first day along with Kylie and the blonde girl, Sam. We’d been talking a bit, and we’d worked a couple shifts in the same places, but not necessarily together like we were that day. I was chatting with her, learning about her and her life. She was really interesting and cool. She liked to draw, paint, sew….anything creative. I like doing creative projects... continue reading

This is a true confession and everything in this story really happened.

I always knew happy endings were out there, but they never felt real to me. It seemed like one of those things people talked about online or in movies, not something that happens in everyday life. I found r/HEM_NSFW by accident while wasting time on Reddit one night and one random comment sent me down the rabbit hole.

The more I read, the more I realized they were talking about real experiences. The way they described the buildup, the women taking control and that final release had me completely hooked.

Having a few happy endings, I wanted more. I kept hearing about full service and that became the thing I was chasing.

After months of building myself up and spending way too much time researching the right spot, I finally said screw it and went for it. I found this small, low key Asian massage parlor with solid reviews. And the reviews mentioned exactly what I was looking for.

I booked a 60 minute visit with a... continue reading

So I’m 19, a sophomore, I used to share apartment with Mark and that was super fun and crazy, now I’m sharing this off campus apartment with a girl who’s honestly a total smoke show. We hit it off day one because we both have zero shame. I grew up in a super progressive, "clothes optional" kind of house, so I’m basically always walking around the place in whatever I want. She’s totally fine with it and usually joins in, so the vibe is always super relaxed and open.

Last Friday night was just on another level, though. I was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, completely naked and just watching some random Netflix doc, when she pings me saying she’s heading back from the bars with her guy. Honestly, I was feeling pretty lazy and a little bit worked up already, so I just grabbed a throw pillow to "cover up" and stayed right where I was. It covered most of me, but definitely not enough.

They stumble in, clearly a few drinks deep and totally into each other. I just wave and go,... continue reading

I travel a lot for work as I’m a tow truck driver and when I left at 3pm my girlfriend amy 32 5 foot 1 180 pound blonde hair 32DD tits curvy body with a fat white ass and juicy fat pussy was on the couch in just some booty shorts and one of my big baggy tshirts and her best friend jessica 31 about 5 foot 3 maybe 160 pounds got some decent size tits I know they r pierced and she has a nice body got some curves to her wearing baggy black track pants and a tight white tshirt no bra so I could see the piercings. So as I left me 32 6 foot 1 some what muscluler more bulk really and my great feature my 9 inch dick hell as Amy sat there she had my cum still in her because before Jessica came over I was balls deep in her.so as I kissed her bye she said they were gonna have some drinks. Was whatever to me it’s Friday night and Jessica just went Thro a break up so I left.

Was about 10:30 I called Amy to tell her I was around the corner from the house if they needed anything but she never picked... continue reading

If any of your know the rush of doing something a bit naughty, something you maybe shouldn't, but you still do. Then you would also know why wearing a skirt to a concert is so fucking fun.

For me it started as dressing in normal clothes and going to normal concert, but as things progressed, I started changing.

There was a particular moment in time where I went to a concert of this indie artist, not even dressed up slutty. Just some crop top and baggy sweats. As I was dancing I felt someone behind me, pressed up. Their dick dancing on top of my sweats. That moment. That is when I knew what I want. That night is a story of its own, today we focus on something else.

My outfit for a concert last week was a tiny skimpy pink top and even skimpier black skirt. We were around 10ish rows in the back and we wanted to get closer. As we were fighting trough the crowd I could feel the familiar "accidental" hand brushing against my ass and I loved it. We wanted to go to the front, but got stuck a... continue reading

I’d been fantasizing about a VCH for months. The thought of that little barbell constantly rubbing my clit hood made me horny every time I thought about it, so I finally booked the last appointment of the day.

I showed up already wet and throbbing. The piercer was tall, tattooed, and had that calm, confident vibe. He explained the process quickly in the private room, then stepped out so I could strip my panties and lie back on the table with my knees up. When he came back and sat between my spread legs under the bright lamp, things escalated fast.

His gloved fingers started cleaning me, but the moment he touched my swollen pussy lips and pulled my hood back to mark the spot, I couldn’t hide how soaked I was. My juices were literally dripping down my ass. He noticed immediately. The professional tone dropped. He peeled his gloves off slowly, eyes locked between my legs.

He rubbed two thick fingers up and down my slit, spreading my wetness all over my clit before sliding them inside m... continue reading