“What, really?” he said from the other end of the couch, raising his eyebrow in response to my joke. “You’ll suck it if we win?”

“Sure,” I laughed, putting my feet up on the coffee table. I was just joking, of course. We’d always been like that; making jokes and being silly. That’s just what friends did. Anyway, the team might have been winning, but we were ranked one of the lowest in the entire World Cup, and I’d seen enough games to realise how quickly things could change. “Why the hell not?”

“You promise?”

I stared at him, a little surprised at how serious he looked, but once again I realised he was joking. I mean…we were friends. “Sure,” I said. “I promise. If we win I’ll get down on my knees and–”

“Wooo!” he shouted, standing up and punching the air as the opposing keeper let the ball into the net. “What a goal!”

I don’t know much about football, but in the multiple replays that followed, I had to admit that the way the ball curved through the air and seemed to weave its way... continue reading

“What, really?” he said from the other end of the couch, raising his eyebrow in response to my joke. “You’ll suck it if we win?”

“Sure,” I laughed, putting my feet up on the coffee table. I was just joking, of course. We’d always been like that; making jokes and being silly. That’s just what friends did. Anyway, the team might have been winning, but we were ranked one of the lowest in the entire World Cup, and I’d seen enough games to realise how quickly things could change. “Why the hell not?”

“You promise?”

I stared at him, a little surprised at how serious he looked, but once again I realised he was joking. I mean…we were friends. “Sure,” I said. “I promise. If we win I’ll get down on my knees and–”

“Wooo!” he shouted, standing up and punching the air as the opposing keeper let the ball into the net. “What a goal!”

I don’t know much about football, but in the multiple replays that followed, I had to admit that the way the ball curved through the air and seemed to weave its way... continue reading

Night fell silently upon the house, shrouding the study in deep shadow. The candles had burned halfway, and in their flickering light, the Master's figure seemed carved from warm stone—he sat in the same chair, but now he held not a document but a thin glass goblet of dark wine. I entered precisely when he ordered me to appear—on the dot, having memorized my lesson. “Come here,” he said without turning around. I approached, knelt at his feet, and stood motionless, my hands clasped on my hips. I wore only the same cotton dress—at his command. The host placed his glass on the table and finally looked at me. His gaze slid over my face, neck, and chest, barely covered by the fabric. "Today you proved that you can wait," he began, his low voice sending shivers down my spine. "But true art isn't about freezing for an hour. It's about maintaining control when your body is screaming at you to stop. Are you ready for the test?" “Yes, Master,” I whispered, feeling... continue reading

I still can't believe this actually happened. Like, I keep waking up and thinking it was some fucked up dream but then I remember the way Alex looked at me this morning over breakfast and I know it was real.

So my best friend Erin and I have been close since we were like 12. She's basically a sister to me. We tell each other everything. And I mean everything. We've shared clothes, shared secrets, even shared guys before in a threesome once when we were both 18 and stupid.

But sharing my little brother? That was never on the bingo card.

Alex just turned 18 last week. He's always been the annoying little brother in my head. You know, the one who used to steal my phone and hide my makeup. But something changed this year. He started working out. Got taller. His voice dropped. And suddenly he wasn't this little kid anymore. He had this jawline that made me look twice and these arms that filled out his shirts in a way that made me uncomfortable.... continue reading

I have some sexy stories and building sexual tension with both my female neighbors. This is another long one, but it's one of the sexiest situations I've ever had in my life and worth sharing. It involves my quiet sexy ginger milf neighbor.

The context is long, important, and also sexy. The story is extremely sexy.

((((((Context))))))

After spending years in an apartment, my wife and I sold that apartment and moved into a quiet neighborhood with a slightly larger home with more garden space.

We got to know one of our side neighbors quite well (future stories to come there), but the neighbor in this story we don't know very well. She is quiet, and since moving in we have exchanged introductions but outside of that she seems to keep to herself and doesn't aim to initiate any lengthy conversations unlike the other neighbor.

From what I knew so far, she lived there with her son who must be in his mid 20s and seems a bit lazy. In our few conversations I had learned he worked at... continue reading

\*Posted this a while ago, took it down as I stopped writing. I’m back so will finish the story this time.\*

It was a warm summers Friday evening, the sun was an hour or so from setting. My older sister, Sophie and I were home from college for the summer. We hadn’t seen each other in a year and what better time to catch up than a weekend our parents were away with friends. I was kicking back on the couch, enjoying a beer when I heard Sophie come down stairs. She was wearing a tight, white mini skirt that outlined her athletic figure perfectly. The mini skirt was paired with a red bikini top, it looked slightly too small as her double d breasts were trying to spill out the top.

“Hey Pat!” She said walking past on her way to the kitchen.

“Hey Soph, I thought you were going out tonight?” I ask slightly surprised by her outfit choice.

“I was going to.” Sophie sighs as she pours a glass of wine. “Everyone except Jess cancelled, so she’s coming over for some wines by the pool.”

“Oh... continue reading

I stood in the corner of his office, barefoot, wearing only a simple cotton shirtdress that barely reached mid-thigh. My hands were clasped behind my back, my chin raised—exactly as the Master demanded when we were in his workspace. He called it "the attention pose." And I hated waiting more than anything in the world. "You distracted me today," he said, not looking up from his papers. His pen scratched against the heavy paper, the only sound in the quiet office. "You knocked on the door three times, even though you knew I was busy. You put your impatience above my orders." I swallowed. The dark wood walls of the office seemed to weigh me down, and the smell of old books and candle wax only reinforced the feeling that I had done something unforgivable. “Look at me,” he ordered coldly. I turned my head and met his gaze. He sat behind a massive oak desk, wearing a pristine white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows—his workaday appearance always made... continue reading

Another story from when I was in college, which I'm sure surprises no one if you've read any of my other experiences. The sexy parts start after the **\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*** if you want to skip the build up.

Like many colleges, mine had an exchange program between several countries. Sweden, Korea and England were the 3 I was familiar with because I had classes with people from those countries in my major. In general, I didn’t get to know many exchange students very well. I did, however, have a class with a girl named Yoo. From what I understand, many Korean exchange students will adopt an American name as a way to adapt to the culture, so Yoo went by Julie. Julie was learning English by immersion. She spoke just enough to communicate with her classmates.

Julie sat by me in class and anytime we had group work I asked if she wanted to be in whatever group I was in. Sometimes she joined and sometimes she didn’t, but she always worked hard on her parts and we’d help her fill in gaps if... continue reading

My best friend was always dating these girls much younger than him, and then would complain that he wasn’t getting any action from them. I knew the type of girls he was into weren’t exactly the outgoing, sexually open types. They were smart, bookish, cute but not hot. They had the look of the girl in the geek-to-prom queen rom-coms, if you know what I mean. Every time it ended he’d mention how far he’d gotten with them, usually like “she only jerked me off once” or “she wouldn’t even suck it”.

One time we were getting coffee and he was downloading another handful of dates that went dry, I just asked if he wanted to have sex with me when we got to my place. He stopped mid-step “sorry, what?” he asked.

It’s just sex, I said. If it gets you over the hump, let’s do it.

He didn’t ask any more questions and when we got to my place we took off our shoes, hung up our coats, and then I just continued to undress. I peeled off my sweater, then turned to face him in just my bra. “Well?” gest... continue reading

On Friday I had a date booked in with a guy I’d met from Reddit. I’ve posted a few stories about him as we’ve met a few times, but this was the first time we’ve ever actually had a dinner scheduled instead of just meeting at one of our flats. I work from home Fridays so spent most of the afternoon getting ready, had a few drinks to calm the nerves and put on a red dress I’ve been saving for a special occasion.

He came to pick me up a couple of hours after work, and the minute I got into his car his hand was glued to my thigh. The dress was pretty short so without even needing to try his hand was basically already at my thong. The restaurant was about a 30 minute drive, we spent the first 10 minutes just chatting and then it turned a corner and I spread my legs and was getting fingered on the M25! He was overtaking cars and lorries so if anyone had looked over they would have been able to see everything! I kept my hands to myself whilst he was driving but I did play with my tits whils... continue reading

I’m not sure if most women are freaks or if I just keep getting blessed and put around them. I’m tall and handsome but some stories I have seem like make believe. Any input on this?

Anyways, about the airplane. Was traveling from Shanghai to Chengdu China, and when I boarded the plane I was in the very last row of seats and saw I was next to a hot girl wearing short shorts. Casual conversation started quickly and lasted longer than expected because the flight was delayed after we were already boarded because of rainstorms.

the conversation shifted to flirty and playful and at some point she told me she liked white guys. soon after we were kissing and making out but since was on plane it was for short seconds at a time. we got a blanket out and she gave me a handjob while I fingered her . Both of us were doing slow movements to not look obvious .

We decided we would fuck once the plane was in the air. We went into a bathroom and it was very small space. She leaned Over the toilet a... continue reading

The disadvantage of being in management is at some point in your career you will get whisked away on a corporate team building weekend which typically involves 6 people balanced on a barrel trying to get to another barrel 8' away with only a 6' plank in freezing cold rain. I have had the misfortune to be on three of these with different companies but my favourite would be the last one a few years ago.

This one was in summer for a change and as well as the stupid tasks we were sent on a treasure hunt/glorified orienteering task. I was in a group of 4, 2 women and another guy. All middle aged and fairly unfit we were all quickly suffering from the heat. A couple of hours in and we were sweating our bollocks off and totally lost interest in winning the challenge so agreed to take a rest.

We were in the middle of nowhere by a river. It was shallow with crystal clear water gently rolling over the stones. We took of our shoes and went for a paddle to enjoy to cool water. We wondered along... continue reading

My ex-boyfriend was the best lover I’ve ever had. He’s the most handsome man I ever knew. He had the perfect body. His cock was the perfect lenght and girth, and he knew what to do in bed. He was the only guy I had ever been with that could make me cum from fucking me alone. I loved that man and loved fucking him. He was perfect.

However, he suffered from anxiety and self-doubt. He wasn’t sure of himself in most everything in life, and that carried over to the bedroom.

I told him constantly how great he was, how sexy he was, and how amazing he was at fucking me. But he never seemed to believe it. He was never convinced. I wanted to try and find a way to show him I truly meant what I said and to do so in a way he would finally believe.

I decided to share him with one of my friend. I knew that if she complimented him he would finally believe it. She was a good friend of mine, and I always knew she found him attractive. I asked her one night if she would like to fuck my boyfriend, and... continue reading

My wife's name is Karina. She's thirty-one, but looks twenty-four at most—a slender brunette with long hair down to her waist, expressive brown eyes, and full lips. She has B-cup breasts, but very firm, with large, dark nipples that always protrude. She has a flat stomach that tapers to a shaved pubic area with a thin strip of hair. Her labia are well-groomed and tightly pressed together. She has a round butt with a small anus that I sometimes fuck on holidays. Her legs are long and flowing—her measurements are 88x58x92. We've been together for seven years. Karina works for a large IT company, managing the testing department, and she has a team of men. The team is young and ambitious, all between twenty-five and thirty-five. The company planned a corporate retreat for late November at the Sosnovy Bor country spa hotel, an hour's drive from the city. The two-day program included a conference, team building, spa treatments, and an evening banquet. Wives and husbands we... continue reading

I know how bad this sounds. I know. But it happened and I can't take it back and honestly? I don't want to.

My sister Sarah is 24. She's been dating this guy Jake for about two years. He's 26, works construction, has those thick arms and that stupid jawline that makes you look twice. I've lived with Sarah for the past few months after my dorm situation fell through, so Jake is over a lot. Like, a lot a lot.

I'd be lying if I said I never noticed him. He'd walk around their apartment in just gym shorts after his morning run and I'd pretend to be on my phone but I was watching. The way his back muscles moved. The way his shorts hung low. One time I "accidentally" walked into the bathroom when he was brushing his teeth in just a towel. I saw the outline. I went to my room and touched myself thinking about it for an hour.

But I never thought anything would actually happen.

Last Friday, Sarah had to work a late shift at the hospital. She's a nurse. She left around 6pm and said she would... continue reading

About 10 ago, before we were married we took a road trip with two friends, a couple, through the National Parks in Utah. We spent a few days in each camping and hiking, it was an incredible trip. We were all broke so this was a great experience while stretching dollars.

Coming out of it we were dirty, tired, and longing for central air and a shower. We agreed to splurge and split a hotel room for two night to rest and reset. The first night was nothing special, exhausted showers, pizza and Seinfeld.

But after a 2-ish weeks without a release, I was feeling frisky. My wife wasn’t exactly onboard with a shower quickie with friends nearby, but she gave me a squeeze or two and said “behave”

I went to bed a little wound up.

The next day we ventured out for some exploring in the little city we were in, and again, pizza. Showers. Sleeping and resting.

We were snuggled in our bed, our friends in theirs. I was horned up and my wife was letting her hands wander a bit discreetly, slowly... continue reading

I’ve always been the type of wife that believes, in a funny way, that how you treat husbands is very easy. And this is outside the obvious requirement for deep connection, friendship, intimacy, and great sex that follows.

But at its core… If you fuck them, suck them, and feed them daily…You will have one happy husband. It’s a model I’ve lived by for years that has served my marriage well. I’ve even joked that part of his success in his career is because of it.

This afternoon…I got in my car at work and drove over to my husband’s office…Walked in his office, shut the door and handed him a lunch that I picked up on the way…Got on my knees and sucked the life out of him for 10min.

Then I just got back on my feet, kissed him and said “have a nice day” - and came back here to my office, quite pleased with myself.

And now I know I have one very happy and relaxed husband. And that makes me happy. I’m sure the rest of the day will be a good one.

Married many many years. :)... continue reading

i went hiking alone earlier today, which i do sometimes when i want to think about nothing. wore a sundress because it was hot and i don't like being sticky and uncomfortable. i also, and this is important, did not put underwear on. which was a choice i made very casually while getting dressed and then thought about for the entire drive to the trailhead. not regretfully or anything. just. aware of it. aware of every little bit of breeze. very consciously enjoying the situation i had put myself in

the trail was quiet. maybe two or three people total, both going the other way. nothing happened for the first mile or so except me being extremely physically conscious of what i was and wasn't wearing and enjoying that more than i probably should have

there's a flat rocky overlook spot halfway up where you can see down into the valley and i stopped there for a while. the breeze was hitting and i was aware of everything and feeling kind of reckless and good and not in a hurry to move

a guy... continue reading

I’ve always kind of known I was a slut. Even before I ever did anything for real, I was constantly thinking about it. I’d sit in class and daydream about being used, or walk around in little crop tops and short shorts pretending I didn’t know guys were staring. But I knew. And honestly, I loved every second of it.

I’m 18 now. Petite, blonde, with perky C-cups and a body that gets stared at almost everywhere I go. I still live at home, and something about acting sweet and innocent while secretly being the biggest slut just turns me on so much. It makes everything feel hotter, like I’m getting away with something.

That’s exactly how I felt the night I walked across the street to my neighbor’s garage. He’s older, probably mid-twenties, super hot, kinda rough looking, and he’s always given me these looks. Like he knows I’m trouble. That night, he had a few friends over and they were drinking in the garage. I showed up wearing tiny shorts and no bra under my hoodie. I said I was just look... continue reading

**Everyone in this story is over 18 years old.**

Hi everyone. Sorry in advance if this isn’t the longest orraunchiest story out there, but I really wanted to share and maybe even get some advice. This happened over the weekend between myself and my longtime family friend, Brianna.

Some background: Brianna and I’s parents are best friends from before we were born. When Bri and I were in preschool, our families moved into the same neighborhood, so from that point on we pretty much grew up together. We’re only a few weeks apart in age. I’m an only child, she has one older brother (who graduated college and is living on his own).

Bri and I have always been close, not exactly like brother and sister but maybe cousins. We were really close as kids, but stopped hanging out for most of middle school. Back then our parents made a lot of jokes, asking if she was my girlfriend, if we were gonna get married, etc. It made us kind of uncomfortable and so for a while, we didn’t really see each oth... continue reading