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This past weekend, I took my oldest daughter to her volleyball tournament a couple hours from home. We do this a couple times a month and we almost always split a room with my friend Julie. Her daughter and mine are close, so Julie and I became close through this team.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was around 7, got our key from the front desk and went up to the room. Maybe 15 minutes later, knock on the door and I'm thinking, good, Julie is here. Open the door and there is Julie's son, Danny, and Julie's daughter.

Apparently Julie had to cancel at the last minute, and her son Danny, who just turned 21, figured he would just fill in for his mom. I texted Julie asking what happened and she just apologized and said she would have texted earlier but didn't want me to back out of the tournament or anything because of her.

Ugh. OK. Guess we have to make the best of this. I have known Danny for a few years, he has been around from time to time and I knew I didn't have to fear for mine... continue reading

Let me start with an honest assessment of myself: I was pretty awful to this guy for a while.

Not going to deep dive into the specifics because I don't come out looking great. Short version is I caused genuine problems in his life. A romantic situation I torpedoed, some group stuff I made unnecessarily complicated, the kind of quiet sustained pettiness I'd convinced myself was justified at the time and was not. Found out recently he'd been really struggling. I felt the specific shame that comes with realizing you were a meaningful contributor to someone's bad year.

I saw him at the campus coffee shop last week. I sat down. That part took more nerve than I expected.

We talked. Slowly at first, like people who have said things they can't take back. Then more normally. Then actually normally, the way we used to before I decided to be a nightmare. Somewhere in there I touched his arm and told him there was nothing like a grudge fuck for clearing the air.

He looked at me.

"Are you seri... continue reading

i think my biggest problem on first dates is that i genuinely cannot keep the words "cum in me" from coming out of my mouth. tbh it happens literally every time i get fucked. i'm just obsessed and addicted to it. literally addicted.

like i know normal people go on a first date and maybe kiss at the end. maybe. and i'm over here forty five minutes into coffee already thinking about how to get him back to his place so he can fill me up with cum. it's actually embarrassing how easy i am to cum inside.

i don't even play hard to get about it anymore. i have lost any sense of shame. i WANT them to know. i want them to know i'm the kind of girl who's gonna beg for it before they've even bought me a second drink. something about a guy i barely know finishing inside me just does something to my brain that i can't really explain and honestly i've stopped trying to fully understand it. i'm just wired that way.

the last one was literally a coffee date. COFFEE. we matched, he seemed cute, we met... continue reading

Marina froze, clutching a duster in her hand. Her husband's voice was heard from behind the office door. "Thanks for staying late, Stas. Let's go over the estimate again, and then I'll let you go. Lenka's probably waiting at home, and she's probably pissed off." "It's okay, Sergeich," Stas replied. "Lena can wait. It's important." Marina was kneeling before the director's desk, completely naked except for rubber gloves and a headscarf. This was exactly how she was supposed to look on Fridays, when she came to "clean" her husband's office after hours. Only her husband didn't know this. He thought the cleaning lady came on Saturday mornings, and that it was some Aunt Zina from the cleaning company. In reality, for six months now, Marina had been coming here every Friday, undressing in the utility room, and getting down to her duties. But instead of a mop and bucket, she was given a different task. Sometimes it was... continue reading

this happened last semester and I've been sitting on it ever since because I have genuinely nobody I can tell.

I had this mandatory photography class that I was deeply not interested in. the teacher was cool but I did not care about aperture settings or whatever. there's this big assignment at the end of semester where everyone submits a photo for a showcase and when the teacher was going through examples she put up a few that had some nudity in them. tasteful, artsy, clearly intentional. I waited after class and asked if I could do the same.

she said absolutely, as long as it wasn't explicit.

I went home and thought about this for approximately ten minutes.

then I set my phone against my desk lamp, set the timer, and took my clothes off.

I want to be clear that I actually put effort into it. spent nearly an hour on angles and lighting, moving the lamp around, trying different positions, keeping my face out of frame the whole time. I didn't want it to look like a random naked girl... continue reading

(19 at the time of story)

A lot of girls really like big cocks. Including most of my friends. They’re always talking about how they need to be stretched, how nothing under seven inches is worth their time, how they can “feel the difference.” I used to nod along like I agreed. Truth is, I don’t. I never really have. I don’t think you need a big one to have good sex. I think most guys who are packing just rely on the size and forget how to actually fuck.

I met Cameron and stopped pretending I didn’t like it average.

We matched on an app. He was cute in a normal way, nice smile, good arms, the kind of guy who looked like he’d actually listen when you talked. We hung out a couple times, made out on his couch, and the third time his hand finally slid down the front of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties. I never do. The second his fingers dragged through how wet I already was, he made this low, surprised sound against my neck.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.”

I just pushed his hand deeper and k... continue reading

okay so this happened a few weeks ago and I've been turning it over in my head every day since.

my best friend and I have been close for years. the kind of close where we've sent each other nudes as a joke that stopped feeling like a joke, where we've kissed at parties and never talked about it, where we know exactly what the other person sounds like when they're trying to stay quiet through a shared wall. we've always existed in this space that was almost something but never quite tipped.

she has a boyfriend. genuinely nice, clearly crazy about her. she'd mentioned to me a few times that she was curious about being with a girl but felt like she'd missed her chance. I told her I'd been thinking about the same thing lately.

apparently she told him all of this. because the hall pass idea was his.

his only conditions: it was with me, and he got to watch.

she texted me asking if I was open to it. I thought about it for about forty five seconds.

we picked a night. I showed up at their... continue reading

Skip down to the bulk of the text if you just want the juicy stuff, but up here I’m going to give some context to the story if you’re interested.

I’ve decided to use Reddit to document my journey. Because I started out as a very conservative girl, who just wanted to find her happily ever after.

Now, I’m writing this from a hotel room while waiting for a stranger who has a big dick to fuck me like my husband can’t. I’m wet just thinking about it.

So how does a conservative girl go to a sex craving slut? This is my story.

I’m going to give context in this post, then post the different encounters that led to me being obsessed with sex.

I was a single mom in my late 20’s just trying to find that man that we all dream of. But guy after guy just fell short in one way or another. As I was getting older, I felt like maybe I just needed to settle. Pick a guy that would help me build a stable life for myself and my child. So desperately, I turned to tinder 🙄. Lots of pointless swiping and... continue reading

It all started with a leak. A very mundane one, even mockingly mundane. A pipe in the kitchen, right under the sink, had clogged and started leaking, and no matter how hard I tried to tighten the loose nut, the water only started dripping more quickly. My engineering efforts only elicited a condescending smile from Inga, my wife. "Pavlik, stop it," she finally said, standing in the kitchen doorway and watching my torment. "You don't know how to do anything with your hands. Not in the house, not in bed. I'll call a professional." She uttered those last words with a peculiar, slippery intonation. Inga generally loved to emphasize my masculine inadequacy. She was thirty-three, a striking blonde with a curvaceous but toned figure—the result of endless gym sessions and salon visits. I, a stooped, bespectacled man with perpetually sweaty palms and premature ejaculation, had long since resigned myself to the role of her lapdog. The next morning there was a knock at... continue reading

first semester, dorm room, his hands on my hips, face down in the pillow.

he'd been at it for a while by the time the knock came. I was completely gone, not thinking about anything, being used in the specific way that empties your head entirely, and then three knocks on the door and I reached for the sheet.

his hand came flat between my shoulder blades and kept me exactly where I was.

"yeah?" he called out. completely casual. like nothing was happening.

"it's me," my roommate said from the other side. "can I grab my charger?"

I opened my mouth. he answered before anything came out.

"come in."

I froze. turned my head sideways on the pillow and watched the handle move and the door open and my roommate walk two steps in and stop.

she took it all in at once. me face down, him behind me, the situation entirely and unmistakably obvious. the sounds we'd been making. all of it.

she didn't leave.

she smiled.

not embarrassed. not apologetic. this slow warm knowing smile like she'd wal... continue reading

I still remember the night everything changed. Not the way most people remember their twenty-first birthdays—blurry photos, cheap shots, someone vomiting in a bathroom—but the way a man remembers the exact moment the ground under his feet turned to soft, dangerous sand. I was twenty-one. Samantha and Jessica were twenty-one. We had been raised like siblings, closer than most blood relatives ever manage, and until that night I had never once looked at either of them the way a man looks at a woman he wants romantically.

My mother never had brothers or sisters. Jennifer filled that empty space so completely that by the time they were both pregnant they had already decided their children would grow up as one family. They timed it deliberately. I came first by a week. Then the twins. Identical. Blonde hair that caught light like spun gold, big green eyes the color of jade. I called Jennifer “Aunt Jenny.” We called the girls my cousins, but the word never felt right. They were simply Sam an... continue reading

Back when I was 28, I was a middle school teacher, in a small school in the country where all my colleagues were older than me. I got along well with some of them though, espcially a 36yo chubby divorced mom. She had a nice face and great curves everywhere even if she dressed casually and nothing too sexy at school as most teachers. She liked me and often complimented me about how it shouldn't be hard for me to get girls, how many teens in school told her I was handsome and so on. It was not so much flirting than playing with the limits of our profrssional relationship, and surely get the thrill of getting the attention of a younger man.

Anyway at one point we went on a school trip abroad with another female colleague and 40+ teenagers. We stayed in a youth hostel, the teens were in rooms of 4 or 5, and the teachers in their own room. I was alone, and the two females were together. The trip went really well, we all had a good time, and I found out that my colleague was more fun than I... continue reading

I want to say upfront that I thought about it for at least a full minute before I did it. that's basically a moral framework right.

my best friend and I have been inseparable since we were five. we'd just finished our first year away at college and were both home for the summer, back in the same houses we grew up in, her family and mine still as close as ever. her little brother Danny has been in the background of my entire life — a year behind us in school, always had been, the classic slightly annoying younger kid who grew into someone sweet and a little lost and genuinely easy to root for.

he turned 18 this summer. their family threw a birthday BBQ, big backyard, half the neighbourhood there, someone's dad taking his grilling responsibilities extremely seriously.

I spotted Danny in the corner looking like he was counting down the minutes until he could disappear. my best friend had told me things weren't great lately. nerdy kid, low confidence, recently dumped by his first girlfr... continue reading

This is a story about how I became a regular fucktoy to my girlfriend's best friend. Before we get to the cool part I'm gonna give some context and background to us as the story of how we know each other is quite specific.

Before I dated or even met my current girlfriend (let's call her Jenny), I went on a date from Tinder with her best friend (we're gonna call her Sydney). Sydney was my age so 25 at the time, a curvy alternative redhead with tattoos, nose piercing and most importantly - a huge set of boobs. I'd be lying if I said that those weren't the reason I swiped right on her. I'm not even that exited about large breasts, I love small titties and big tits, but those were the largest I've ever seen and the thought of a chance of burying my face in those, made me excited. Think of Aleksa Mink kind of boobs. That's the kind of rack we're talking about here.

Anyway, the date was fine, but we didn't vibe as much as I hoped we would, so we kindly thanked ourselves and wished each oth... continue reading

*Skip to the \*\*\* if you just want the good stuff. Names are changed for anonymity and some dialogue is altered for dramatic effect.*

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I started my first day at Helios Supply at 8:00 am on a Monday. By 9:00 am, I was introduced to the other member of my team, Jenny. By 10:00 am, I was back on Indeed contemplating how long I could last.

In truth, the job was great. Great pay, relaxed culture, good benefits, and a kind and understanding boss. The one problem was Jenny. She was critical, demanding, impatient, and flat out rude sometimes. And I had to work with her Every. Single. Day. Because our team was originally just her and our boss Gloria until I was hired on and Gloria was promoted.

Throughout the first week, I bided my tongue and accepted Jenny’s criticisms. By the end of the second week, I had slowly begun to advocate for my own opinions while still taking her feedback. By the end of the third week, I was ready to explode.

It was the first day of the fourth week that I... continue reading

Vera and I bought a dacha three years ago. It's an old log cabin on the outskirts of the village—a quiet spot, surrounded by pine trees and intoxicating air. My wife was immediately enthusiastic: "We'll make it a gem!" We searched for craftsmen for a long time, but they either charged exorbitant prices or missed deadlines. Then a neighbor recommended Andrey—a local guy with golden hands, who says he charges a fair price and does a good job. Andrey turned out to be a man of about thirty-five. Stocky, wiry, with calloused hands. He dressed simply—a baggy T-shirt and work pants with knee pads—but there was something... animalistic about him. Energy, perhaps. He'd come early in the morning, while I was still getting ready to go to work in the city, and stay until evening. At first, Vera simply supervised the work, but then she began going to the dacha alone more and more often—"to check on the progress of the renovation." "Andrey says the old veranda need... continue reading

My best friend and I are roommates. She’s around the same age as me, petite and sexually active. She has brought a lot of guys home and at times I’ve heard her moans across the hallway. From what I gathered, she moans in slow repetitions as if she takes long, deep strokes but slowly. I’ve also heard her getting spanked a lot. I always had a crush on her but she dated a close friend of mine. And after hearing her moans and sparks multiple times, it made me want her more.

For the last couple of months, she was seeing this guy and she really likes him but she once mentioned that the sex was quite average.

Two weeks ago, she went out on a date with this guy and came back early from dinner. I was watching a movie in the living room and she came out of her room. It had been a couple of hours since she got back and quietly sat down next to me. I had a feeling that something was off so I asked her. She said that she wanted to have sex but her boyfriend just went off to sleep. I just nodded... continue reading

This particular story occurred a little more than a year ago. I apologize for it being a bit on the longer side, but I wanted to add in every last detail I remembered, and the sexiest part was the build up before the sex anyways.

My wife Hayley and I were at a conference for a work/side gig we engage in. We were there for 4 days, were presenting on one of our expertises, and planned to use the long weekend to catch up with friends in the field from around the country. We had no plans for swapping or hotwifing. But spontaneity is always fun.

The conference included a dance on Saturday night, which is funny considering most attendees are in their 30s and 40s and our clubbing days are far behind us. But as a result, it’s fun to see hundreds of people let go of their inhibitions, responsibilities, and knee pain and pretend to be teenagers at homecoming again.

My wife and I aren’t particularly big on dancing. But we love snacking so we mostly hung around near the back of the... continue reading

It was my first party at university, and I felt out of place. I, Vlad, a first-year student—skinny, shy, and bespectacled, who blushed at every loud word—had been invited by Lera. She was a third-year student and a real star in her department: a tall, brunette with a nose piercing and a perpetually mocking gaze. I didn't understand what I'd done to deserve the invitation, but I couldn't refuse the attentions of such a girl. The apartment where they gathered was a rented two-room apartment in an older building, but tastefully furnished. Besides Lera, there were three others: Katya, a redhead with freckles and a scattering of freckles on her exposed shoulders; Alina, a short, perky woman with a pixie cut; and Sveta, a taciturn, plump blonde with a huge bust who constantly munched on potato chips. The occasion was Katya's birthday. Someone shoved a glass of some sweet disgusting thing into my hand, and the evening went downhill. The girls chatted about their own things,... continue reading

Names have been changed. This is about cheating, with one of our spouses just feet away, so if that is not your thing, I understand.

My neighbor Bill and I, along with ten or so of the other neighbor guys spent Saturday night on a patio, drinking and having a good time.

Bill was throwing them back fast and furious, a combo of liquor and other drinks. He was going full speed, 10/10.

Now, this normally means he is going to be sleeping very heavily very soon, and his wife Amy will be ticked off at him. It also means she will be looking for me to “pacify” her.

Amy is a successful executive and has a perfect little petite body. Small breasts, nice butt and a pussy that has me captured.

Amy and I have been having an affair for almost four years now. Started on a Halloween night when everyone else crashed out early and left us alone together to clean up. Several years of flirting came to a head, and soon we were kissing on the patio. I picked her up and took her into their garage, where... continue reading