Lisa entered the small office at precisely eleven o'clock. The door clicked softly behind her, cutting off the noise of the night city. The air was thick with warm aromas—sandalwood, lavender, a hint of patchouli. Several aroma lamps flickered on shelves along the wall, casting soft orange reflections on the cream-colored walls. In the center stood a wide couch covered with a fresh white sheet, and next to it stood a small table with oils and towels. Quiet instrumental music flowed from hidden speakers, like the breath of the space itself. Olga Viktorovna greeted her with a slight smile. She was forty-one, her dark hair pulled back into a neat low bun, her eyes a warm green, and her voice smooth and confident, like someone who knows exactly where every touch leads. "Lisa, right? Come in, strip down to your underwear, and lie down on your stomach. Today we're having a deep relaxation session. No rush, just you and your body." Liza nodded, feeling the familiar knot of... continue reading

I quickly want to preface, nothing happened while I was in high school and it was all consensual. BTW I'm calling my teacher Mary, which isn't her real name for obvious reasons.

Anyway when I was 15 I had a huge crush on my food tech teacher. She was this beautiful woman, around 5'9 with long brunette hair and obviously big breasts (soemthing that clearly caught my attention). As I said nothing happened in high school but I thought she was absolutely gorgeous and would take a cheaky glance whenever I could.

I was one of the only lads in this class and was sat on a table full of girls so she would regularly talk to me (as I wouldn't really talk to anyone else) and was very sweet to me. She had children who were fans of Star Wars, Marvel and Stranger Things so we would often talk about that. When I left high school she gave me a hug and said "she'd miss me".

Fast forward 2 years, I go to college and take a media course, made lots of mates and we often went out drinking. Since I'm not... continue reading

I know this makes me sound like a total petty slut, but I don’t even care. It was worth every second.

A year ago my boyfriend of 2+ years left me out of nowhere for this new girl he’d been talking to. He said she was ‘different’ and that he was ‘in love.’ It fucking destroyed me at the time so I spent months crying and working on myself, and getting hotter than ever.

Fast forward a year and I ran into him at a mutual friend’s party. He was still with her so it was totally awkward, but the second he saw my signature tight black dress with no bra he couldn’t stop staring. We started texting ‘just to catch-up” and I told him I was doing well but within a week the flirting got filthy. He eventually admitted he how much more eager and nasty I was in bed compared to her.

So, I went full slut mode.

The first night I invited him over ‘to talk.’ and the moment the door closed I pushed him onto the couch, dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. He was rock hard in seconds so then I... continue reading

My GF and I are long distance. So when we are together we fuck a lot. We've gone 12 times in 4 days a decent amount. But the past few trips her sister has been very casual about our sex.

Her sister would walk in without knocking. And my gf and I are both pretty loud so she should've known we were fucking. And she'll rant about her day or relationship drama. It's to the point now that I don't really stop when she comes in.

I don't just plow my gf. But I do keep thrusting or rubbing her clit as they talk. Which is a big turn on for me. I've cum mid conversation with her a few times. Which I've admitted to my gf is really hot.

My gf said her sister would avoid walking in on her with her exes like the plague. So she thinks it's because she sees us as a real lasting relationship. So she's just casual about us messing around. I'm not sure. I just know it's hot.

She's pulled out her phone before mid rant

"I need to check something. Just do your thing for a second."

One of the hottee c... continue reading

ok so i went hiking by myself last saturday because i do that sometimes when i need to clear my head. just me, my airpods, a water bottle, and this trail i like that's kind of off the beaten path where u barely see anyone. it's one of those spots where u have to know it's there or u'd walk right past the entrance

i was about an hour in and coming around this bend near a clearing when i noticed a tent set up just off the trail. nice setup too, not like a little backpacking tent but one of those bigger ones with a canopy thing over the front and camping chairs and a cooler. and sitting in those chairs was this couple

the guy noticed me first. he was probably early thirties, athletic build, scruffy beard, shirtless in these low hanging shorts. he smiled and did that little head nod thing and i pulled my airpod out and said hi. his wife turned around and she was gorgeous. like annoyingly gorgeous. dark hair pulled up in a messy bun, tan skin, wearing a sports bra and these tiny shorts, a... continue reading

That evening, I sat in my apartment, sipping whiskey and replaying my latest recordings in my head. The erotic voice stories I'd posted had always been a magnet—women would write that they'd get wet just from my tone. But today, I wanted something real, something alive. Not just words in a chat, but complete control over a body that trembled from my voice in real time. And then a message came. A girl named Alina, 32, a manager at a large company. She had just finished listening to my latest audio story in a hotel room somewhere in St. Petersburg. A three-week business trip, she said. The room was on the 18th floor, with huge windows overlooking the Neva and the lights of the bridges. “I was listening to you and… I can’t cum. I’ve never been able to really. My body is burning, but I can’t release. Help?” I smiled at the screen. Her photo—a stern blonde in a white blouse, but her eyes were hungry. I knew right away: she was already mine. "Turn on voicemail," I wrote fi... continue reading

My wife and I have been together since her niece was about 3 years old and shes grown up with our daughter. Shes was would spend every another night hanging out with our daughter until she went to high school. We had more kids and my daughter and her cousin started living separate lives. Over the years, high school past and my niece went off to college and there was a gap for about 4 years since we've seen her. She came back around and has been helping baby sit our young ones and picking them up from school. I haven't talked to her much since I've been busy with work but shes changed a lot from being the innocent flat chested teen. The first time I saw her recently she had grown a rack and was now 5'1 with an hour glass figure 32 Es. Every time I see her she only wears tight crop tops and tight leggings.

Well shes been picking up our kids from elementary school and having to watch them for a few hours and we installed cameras all over the house since the boys are always up to no goo... continue reading

The bass from the speakers downstairs was a physical weight, a rhythmic thumping that I could feel in the soles of my feet and the hollow of my chest. The party was in full swing, the kind of mid-semester rager that usually ended with someone in a pool or the cops showing up, and I was already three drinks deep. The air in the living room was thick with the scent of cheap vodka, sweat, and a dozen different perfumes, and while I was having a great time, my phone started buzzing incessantly in my back pocket. I pulled it out, seeing my sister’s name flashing on the screen. She never called this late unless it was something important, and there was no way I was going to hear a word she said over the deafening roar of the latest chart-topper and the screams of fifty drunk college students.

I pushed through the crowd, dodging a guy who was waving a red solo cup a little too enthusiastically, and made my way toward the stairs. I figured the second floor would be quieter, maybe I could find... continue reading

The next morning we were woken up by my aunt Lisa calling down the inside staircase to the basement.

“Hey! Breakfast!” She shouted.

Annie my step sister, Becky my cousin and I, all woke up. We each felt fuzzy, confused, hungover and awkward from the previous night's events. None of us said a word. We just took turns using the bathroom and headed upstairs.

We ate breakfast with our parent’s at the kitchen table.

“So, what did you guy's do last night?” My mom, Amy asked.

“Oh, just took a walk by the lake, then hung out in the hot tub for a little bit before bed. Nothing crazy.” Becky lied.

Annie and I just nodded in agreement.

“Good, well the plan today is to hangout by the lake, then later us adults are going out for dinner. After dinner, we're seeing a comedy show. Becky, you can join if you'd like but unfortunately Annie and Jake aren’t old enough to get in.” My aunt said.

Becky thought for a moment and replied to her mother, “It's okay, I'll hang back and spend some more tim... continue reading

Mikhail quietly opened the door to his new apartment and paused on the threshold. The newly occupied building still smelled of fresh paint and cardboard from boxes. He'd returned from "work" two hours earlier than he'd promised—he wanted to surprise Marina. Six days without her, six days of business travel, and now he was practically burning with desire. He heard voices in the depths of the apartment and a heavy thud—apparently, the very same enormous bed they'd ordered the day before had finally arrived. Perfect. He crept down the hallway, quickly shed his suit in the entryway, threw on an old dressing gown hanging on a hook, and slipped silently into the next room—the one with the tall, half-assembled wardrobe. He climbed behind it, pressed himself against the wall, and held his breath. A crack between the panels offered a perfect view of the bedroom. Marina emerged from the bathroom wearing her short black silk robe—the very one he'd given her for their an... continue reading

I’m glad you guys liked my last story about my bestie. I got so many messages asking for more, so here I am. This one happened back in September. For a little backstory, I (19F) have a friend named James (19M) whom I met on campus a few months earlier. He is quite smart and we vibe, so he has been helping me me often with class work.

One afternoon, we were just hanging out at my place like usual. To paint a picture for you, James is 5'11 and maybe 170 pounds if I had to guess. He has that broad swimmer's back and a bit of muscle, but he also has scruffy hair and wears glasses like Harry Potter which makes him look a bit like that nerdy cute type. Over those few months me and James have got to know each other quite well.

We would hang at mine, study, play Mario Kart and smoke. This day was no different. After studying for a few hours we were quite tired so we decided to chill out, we rolled a blunt and went on the terrace to smoke it real quick, it was quite a chill day and something... continue reading

I’m glad you guys liked my last story about my bestie. I got so many messages asking for more, so here I am. This one happened back in September. For a little backstory, I (19F) have a friend named James (19M) whom I met on campus a few months earlier. He is quite smart and we vibe, so he has been helping me me often with class work.

One afternoon, we were just hanging out at my place like usual. To paint a picture for you, James is 5'11 and maybe 170 pounds if I had to guess. He has that broad swimmer's back and a bit of muscle, but he also has scruffy hair and wears glasses like Harry Potter which makes him look a bit like that nerdy cute type. Over those few months me and James have got to know each other quite well.

We would hang at mine, study, play Mario Kart and smoke. This day was no different. After studying for a few hours we were quite tired so we decided to chill out, we rolled a blunt and went on the terrace to smoke it real quick, it was quite a chill day and something... continue reading

Mikhail quietly opened the door to his new apartment and paused on the threshold. The newly occupied building still smelled of fresh paint and cardboard from boxes. He'd returned from "work" two hours earlier than he'd promised—he wanted to surprise Marina. Six days without her, six days of business travel, and now he was practically burning with desire. He heard voices in the depths of the apartment and a heavy thud—apparently, the very same enormous bed they'd ordered the day before had finally arrived. Perfect. He crept down the hallway, quickly shed his suit in the entryway, threw on an old dressing gown hanging on a hook, and slipped silently into the next room—the one with the tall, half-assembled wardrobe. He climbed behind it, pressed himself against the wall, and held his breath. A crack between the panels offered a perfect view of the bedroom. Marina emerged from the bathroom wearing her short black silk robe—the very one he'd given her for their an... continue reading

This was a few years ago. But, it was kind of a long time coming.

I was part of a pretty tight friend group in high school. There were about ten of us and to this day most of us keep in touch.

Well, there were two members of this group that all of the rest of us expected to start dating any day, let's call them Mike and Jane. They always insisted they were just friends and nothing more.

Now we all hung out all the time but a lot of us, myself included didn't have good home lives. So we spent a lot of time at Jane's house. Jane's mother, we'll call her Gabby because she always insisted we call her by a cute shortened version of her name, loved having us around.

See Gabby came from money. Her father was a successful plastic surgeon but her grand father had been an early investor in both Intel and Apple and later on Google.

Gabby had been a rich girl cheerleader until her boyfriend knocked her up at 15. She had the baby, Jane, and married the boy when they both turned 18.

Then h... continue reading

This is my first post here, so hopefully you guys enjoy it. Everything is 100% true, and if people actually like it I can share more of what happened after.

Everything at the job started completely normal. She was friendly, professional, always quick with a laugh during slow shifts. We’d chat about customers, complain about the schedule, grab coffee on breaks—nothing more. She was married, so I never even let my mind wander in that direction. She wore the standard work uniforms that hid her figure pretty well, and I honestly never thought twice about it.

Over a few weeks though, things slowly shifted. Little touches when we passed each other behind the counter. Her hand brushing my arm a second longer than necessary. Me squeezing her shoulder when she nailed a tough customer interaction. It felt harmless, but the tension kept building.

One slow afternoon we were both sitting in the back room waiting for the next rush. She was scrolling through her phone, showing me random old photos... continue reading

Every summer my family which includes my dad, step mother and step sister travel to my aunt's lake house. As a kid it was always a fun time, playing in the lake, roasting marshmallows and what not, but as an 18 year old horny teenager. Not so much. I don’t know what had gotten into me at that time but I was hornier than ever. I was masturbating twice the normal amount. As much as I hate to admit it, I found myself staring at my step mom and step sister, a lot. I was very shy and didn’t talk to girl's, my stepmom and sister were the only vice I had at the time.

First a little back story, my dad and step mother married when I was very young. For as long as I can remember they were together and Annie had always been my sister. Annie and I were the same age and were always very close growing up. Annie and my step mother Amy were younger and older versions of each other. Both had long, luscious and wavy blonde hair. They each had pale skin with tiny freckles as well as the same sized brea... continue reading

It all started sophomore year when I was (19F), almost a decade ago. Like I mentioned in my last story, I had been a slut since high school so it's not like I was coming into college without any real experience. I was sending nudes to guys left and right, and had my share of hookups too. Looking back I had only been with like \~8 guys before starting lol (more if you count hand and mouth stuff), but it felt like a lot at the time. I think part of the reason is because college is when I started taking more pride in my sexuality; suddenly instead of being the topic of rumors, I was the girl my friends would come to when they needed any advice about guys. I was the one my friends came to for condoms, the first person they showed their app matches to, I even helped some girls prepare to lose their virginity.

Even though I had this role, Freshman year I didn't get around much because I got into a relationship with the first guy I hooked up with (classic mistake, I know). We ended things... continue reading

I’ve owned a sports therapy center for about 10 years. Before that I jumped around but I really am good at what I do.

One of my neighbors is one of those weekend warriors who insisted that all his kids play sports. His youngest daughter (20) runs at a local college and out of all his kids she’s the best athlete by far. He's come in and seen me a few times over the years from his own personal sports injuries.

A few weeks ago his daughter was injured and hasn’t been able to run. He asked if I could help and of course I could. I’ve seen her on her runs… there are trails by our houses. She’s caught my eye a few times. We say hello but nothing more. But when she came in a couple of weeks ago, it’s like we have always known each other for years. She’s very sweet and friendly.

The first time I worked on her omfg. Her legs felt so good. I couldn’t help letting my mind wander. And then we went into the pool for a light work out, I don’t think she understood what the plan was, her bathing s... continue reading

This was 2018. I was twenty, and psychologically unsound, on medical leave from NYU, where I’d been studying—you guessed it—psychology. I’ll avoid getting too deep into the weeds of doom and gloom, but in essence, my roommate and my Cog Sci professor had teamed up to get me 5150ed, after noticing in me a nasty cocktail of recklessness and sleeplessness. I am told I presented as methed-out. Paranoia, rambling, bizarre sexual escapades that I now do not recall. I blame most of it on the stimulants I’d been abusing for midterms. Some of it on the yet-undiagnosed bipolar. In any case, they weren’t wrong to send me up the hill.

I’d been on the ward at New York Presbyterian for three days when Elsie was admitted. By then I’d pretty much evened out. I’d slept for around forty hours straight when I arrived, thanks mostly to the Ambien, and that alongside an antipsychotic regimen was enough to slow my roll. The psychiatrist wanted to hold me for a few more days to make sure I was without adver... continue reading

This happened a few years ago when my best friend (at the time) Alex, let me crash at his place after I got kicked out of my own apartment.

Alex and I had always been really close some people, including his girlfriend, thought we were "too close". We’d constantly hang out, drink, smoke, and just have a good time. I’ll admit I was a little overly attached to him. I was always touching him whenever I could, but honestly, who could blame me? He was 6’2 with black hair, smooth toned skin, and muscles that made my knees weak. He loved wearing tight shirts that showed off every ridge and curve of his body, and it drove me crazy with desire.

One evening we were chilling in his apartment, sipping beers while waiting for his girlfriend to get home from work. As usual, I was being flirty and handsy running my fingers along his arms, leaning against his shoulder with an innocent little laugh to cover up how turned on I was. My black lace panties were already soaked just from being near him, my... continue reading