I’ve been exercising a lot lately. Maybe a little too much. Like every other gym person out there, I went too hard, too fast. That’s why there’s such thing as progressive overload. I learned my lesson and decided that I’d do smaller weights and sets, and gradually work my way up.

All this exercise made my body sore. Everything hurt. Recovery was taking longer than anticipated. I decided I’d go to a massage therapist and see if that’d work.

“Take off your clothes, put the towel around your waist, and lay down, stomach first.”

I nodded and headed into the changing area. I took everything off, folded it, placed it on a nearby chair, then put the towel around my waist.

The massage therapist said I could either put headphones in and relax, or we could do some more intense deep tissue work. I wanted the deep tissue work. I wanted to feel relief. I wanted it to borderline hurt, but in a good way.

I saw the massage table in the middle of the room. There was a counter close to the mas... continue reading

This is a real story of a an encounter in the danish capital city Copenhagen (I am not mentioning any names).

Despite their shyness, it is well known that Scandinavian women are way more opened with sexuality than women from other parts of EU. As a foreigner I had only heard from friends their experiences but never experienced it myself…

…until my breakup with my ex. I decided to install Hinge, a local app and immediately matched with a Scandinavian baddy. I am 28 years old.

She was 23, looked very fit, great body and beautiful face with blonde hair and blue eyes. I started texting her as an icebreaker if we should get a matching sunburn together as we both had something mentioning sunburns in our respective descriptions. After texting a bit back and forth we decide to meet up the next evening at a park in the center for a walk.

As soon as we meet and we started discussing & flirting, tension was on. I could sense in the air that there was something. We then went into the close... continue reading

Thursday. I stopped by to see my old friend, German Borisovich—we went to medical school together, but he'd later gone into private practice. He'd opened a small office on the outskirts of town, where he saw patients with the most delicate problems. German was a forty-five-year-old man, lean, with long, musical fingers and a perpetually squinting gaze that somehow made his patients uneasy. His white coat fit him perfectly, revealing a starched shirt underneath. I'd just dropped in for a chat, a cup of coffee from his old Turkish coffee pot—the office hours were already over, and he'd dismissed the nurse. We were chatting about trivial matters when the doorbell rang insistently. Herman winced and glanced at his watch. “Who’s going on there?” he muttered and went to open the door. A girl of about twenty-two stood in the hallway, wrapped in a long cloak despite the warm weather. Slender legs in black stockings and expensive shoes peeked out from beneath the cloak. Her f... continue reading

To start with, this girl was smart, beautiful, and sociable. She was very dedicated but had "daddy issues." She was about 1.58m tall, snow-white, and brown-haired. She was slim and went to the gym; what I liked most about her body was her ass—round and firm.

It was raining hard at the university that morning. We only had one class. The professor assigned a group project; he picked the teams, and I ended up with this girl (M). M and I didn't talk much, though we had mutual friends, and I got along well with her ex-boyfriend (who was in our class). It wasn't that I was actively trying to sleep with her, but at certain parties, her lustful glances and hints about Black men (I’m Black) used to really turn me on.

We didn't have any more classes the rest of the morning because it was pouring rain. The assignment was due the next day, so we had time to work on it. She suggested going to her place near the university. Anyway, I drove her there in my car. That day, she was wearing a dark gray... continue reading

Now Helen was the epitome of a strong powerful and beautiful young woman, a great career with a social life to match.

She was tall, blonde, an incredible figure, slim, toned, a pretty face and just someone who’d stop you right in your tracks. She had an elegant style but wasn’t afraid to flaunt her assets, short skirts, crop tops, tight and flowing high cut dresses that accentuated her long legs and perfect figure.

We matched on tinder and agreed to go on a date, I’ll save you the full details but the date went quite well, we sat at the bar tongues down each other’s throat… so you could say I had an idea it wasn’t going to be a few drinks and go home kinda night!

It wasn’t.

I was feeling quite proud of myself that Helen was all to happy to take me back to her bed and I suppose this is where the title really takes off, you want the juicy and dirty details don’t you?

Well, here you are… Helen is lying in bed her pussy on full display just after my tongue flicked her clit and my... continue reading

I moved to the regional center to attend university. My parents didn't have their own place there, and renting a room was expensive, so my mother's sister, Aunt Vera, took me in. She was forty-five and worked as an accountant at a garment factory. She had divorced her husband about ten years ago, lived alone in a spacious two-room apartment, kept a cat, and, as I thought then, had given up on her love life. I was nineteen. I'd noticed this oddity about myself before. On commuter trains, in lines, on the street, my gaze always gravitated not to my peers with their skinny jeans and backpacks, but to women in their forties and fifties. I was mesmerized by their heavy thighs, clinging to their skirts, their powerful calves, and the large breasts they carried before them like jewels. Their backsides were especially intoxicating—wide, substantial, swaying as they walked. I imagined myself plunging my hands into that flesh, spreading the cheeks and penetrating that most secret,... continue reading

The truth is I first met her when I went on a date with her roommate. I know. So romantic.

But that’s the point, it wasn’t romantic. It was just heat.

I was in her apartment because I was attracted to her tall blonde roommate with long legs and a smile that would light up a billboard. Let’s call her Barbie. Barbie was not into me. She was just being nice to me. And I had spent days fantasizing about a life with the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Couldn’t believe I matched with her.

But she just wasn’t into me. Not really. She invited me up to her place for coffee but she made it clear it was just so I could meet her roommate. Not for sex.

I thought. Okay. I’ve done this part before. Have to pass the test of the roommate. I can do that.

So I met her roommate. Becca. She was dressed for bed. I’m guessing. She was short and chubby. Her hair was in a ponytail, dyed red. Her white shirt with some sort of squirrel on it was strained against her big boobs, her belly peaking out fro... continue reading

I'd seen Bianca at school drop-off and pick-up for years, and we always exchanged easy small talk. She was probably ten years older than me (at 35, I'm a young single dad) and never someone I'd thought of as my type. Her manicure was always perfect, her lashes unmistakably fake, and her lips unnaturally plump (but not veering into duck lip territory).

Even though she was older than me, and not the sort of woman who I usually found myself interested in, I always found her attractive. It’s funny how the busy-mom-rushing-through-the-morning look actually showed off how attractive she was better than the lips or lashes. She was often braless, and in oversized tees and yoga pants. She clearly took care of herself: a shapely ass, soft curves, and the unmistakable signs of having carried three kids - a little belly, breasts that swayed and hung in a way that drove me wild. She was, undeniably, a MILF.

A few weeks before school let out, I saw Bianca confront two girls from our kids' class.... continue reading

I work for a convenience store and I have a few homeless people that come in and I’ve grown attached to some of them. One in particular is a 20 year old girl that’s completely adorable. I had a birthday a while back and she was in jail for something stupid. Today I saw her and asked her since she missed my bday if she’d consider a late bday present for me. She asked like what. I said let me motorboat your titties. She looked surprised I said I’ll even kick in $20 for you. She said hell yeah so we went to the men’s room she took off her top exposing her cute tits. Her nipples are inverted and I put cupped them telling her how much I liked them then put my face between them and motorboated her titties. She laughed a little and I played with them a little more. I had to get back to work but as promised I have her $20 and she got her drink and asked for my number and went on her way.

It was very fun.... continue reading

Okay I'm putting this on reddit because I can't tell anyone I actually know and I need to get it out of my head.

I hooked up with my childhood friend Eli last weekend and it was genuinely some of the best sex I've had in college and I've been thinking about it constantly since. Context matters here so bear with me.

I've known Eli since seventh grade. Earth science class, sat next to each other, he explained plate tectonics in a way that actually clicked and we were inseparable for like two years before high school happened and everyone sorted themselves out socially and we just drifted. Not dramatically, just the slow fade of two people ending up in different friend groups. I ran into him at college orientation and felt that specific warmth of rediscovering something you forgot you liked. We'd been loosely back in each other's orbit since September.

He's nineteen, still very much the same guy. Five-nine, slim, sandy hair that needs a cut, thick glasses, the kind of person who apolog... continue reading

It's Sunday afternoon around 4 pm and my husband is still not speaking to me.

My college friends Julie and Brad got into town Friday evening to spend the weekend with us. Julie and I met our sophomore year in college, and shared an apartment our junior and senior years. She met Brad our senior year and they have been together ever since. They come stay with us usually one weekend or so per year and we go stay with them one weekend. Our families have even vacationed a few times, meeting in the middle(ish) at a state park by a nice lake.

Last night, after the kids went to bed, Julie, Brad, my husband and I sat out on the deck with margaritas. After awhile, we started telling stories from college, going back and forth when Julie slipped and talked about one particular night. I knew what she was talking about and urged her to stop, but it got my husband's attention and he told her to continue.

To preface a little, my husband knows that I went through a slutty phase in college. Julie wen... continue reading

okay so this happened a few months back and I still laugh about how it turned out

I had been seeing this guy, let's call him Ryan, for about a month. total sweetheart, a little nerdy, the type who had strong opinions about video games and made playlists for every occasion. we were still pretty new and figuring each other out.

one saturday morning he came over while my parents were out. or so I thought. we were in my room with the door cracked because that's just the rule in my house, religious family, you know how it is. we were messing around slowly, keeping quiet, being careful.

then the power went out.

I went to check on things and realized my mom's car was gone and my dad was outside doing yard work. we had the house to ourselves basically. I went back to my room, shut the door, and we didn't waste any more time.

he went down on me and I was genuinely not prepared for how good it was. he was doing this thing with his tongue, tracing patterns, taking his time, and I was trying... continue reading

It was almost 1 a.m. and I had just wrapped up a three-hour chemistry grind when my phone buzzed. It was Brooke, my girlfriend. Her contact pic: a blurry photo of us at the beach, her blonde hair whipping into my face, mouth open wide.

I answered on the third ring. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Tyler.” Her voice was tight, slightly nasal, the way she got when she was pissed but trying not to show it. “Can you do me a huge favor?”

I closed my laptop, pinched the bridge of my nose, and braced. “Sure, babe.”

“It’s Kayla. She’s at this party on the edge of town and she’s, uh, not exactly… functioning.” There was some movement in the background and Brooke’s voice dipped to a whisper. “She’s wasted. Like, can’t-even-call-an-Uber wasted. She tried, but the app says there’s a thirty-minute wait and she’s being a huge brat. I don’t have my license yet and Mom is going to freak if Kayla comes home like this. Can you just… pick her up and maybe drive her around for a bit? Let her chill before she gets d... continue reading

I'd been playing "Tanks" for three hours when another burst of laughter came from the kitchen. My mother and her friends, Natasha and Irina, were celebrating her fortieth birthday. I popped in to congratulate her, drank a glass of cognac with them to their health, and retreated back to my den—sitting with three forty-year-old women and listening to them talk about men, diets, and bosses was more than I could handle. She's twenty years old, after all, and has her own interests. Around eleven o'clock in the evening, the laughter died down. I went to investigate. The kitchen was piled high with dirty dishes and empty bottles. Mother and Aunt Natasha were asleep in Mom's bedroom, the door ajar—I heard their synchronized snoring. But Irina was nowhere to be found. I walked into the living room and saw her. She was lying on the sofa, on her side, her legs tucked under her, covered only by a light blanket that had slipped halfway to the floor. The light from the str... continue reading

okay so this happened a few months back and I still laugh about how it turned out

I had been seeing this guy, let's call him Ryan, for about a month. total sweetheart, a little nerdy, the type who had strong opinions about video games and made playlists for every occasion. we were still pretty new and figuring each other out.

one saturday morning he came over while my parents were out. or so I thought. we were in my room with the door cracked because that's just the rule in my house, religious family, you know how it is. we were messing around slowly, keeping quiet, being careful.

then the power went out.

I went to check on things and realized my mom's car was gone and my dad was outside doing yard work. we had the house to ourselves basically. I went back to my room, shut the door, and we didn't waste any more time.

he went down on me and I was genuinely not prepared for how good it was. he was doing this thing with his tongue, tracing patterns, taking his time, and I was trying... continue reading

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

Hello! As promised, I’m back with a big update. Not to spoil anything, but you can probably guess from the title lol. Getting right into it:

The past few days have been awesome. As fun as it was sneaking around with Bri, it’s way easier now that everybody knows. It feels great to just be able to text her whenever, and plan a hang out without needing an excuse.

Our friends group chat has been blowing up. Ruby was bragging about how she knew all along, and my guy friends have been giving me props. Stevie and Rich were asking if Bri and I had done it yet, but I just said I wasn’t one to kiss and tell. They said that means no lol. Of course they were right, but I didn’t tell them that.

I guess I’ve been wondering a little: are Bri and I actually dating or not? I know we said that’s just our story… but what’s the difference really? But I keep reminding myself that it doesn’t matter. I’m happy and she’s happy. We’re hanging out and hooking up. If we... continue reading

Third week with a new trainer. I signed up for him myself, having seen him on Instagram: tall, broad-shouldered, with a look in his eyes as if he already knew all the most embarrassing things about me. Vadim Romanovich. A former champion in some martial art, now the most expensive personal trainer at the Platinum club. They said he's tough. They said he'd show results within a month. They didn't say anything else. The first training session is hell. The second is a humiliating hell. He doesn't ask, he commands: "Five more," "Faster," "Are you weak?" And the worst part is, I do it. I can't stop. He looks at me, corrects my technique, places a heavy palm on my lower back, and a treacherous warmth spreads in my lower abdomen. I started wearing the most protective clothing so as not to give myself away by shaking. This morning I broke my diet again. Just one croissant and a latte with syrup, but he always knows it with some kind of animal inst... continue reading

I own my own house in London. A couple of years ago, my girlfriend moved in with me. We had an active and enjoyable sex life, though my sex drive is much higher than my girlfriend's, as she's usually only horny in the mornings. She sometimes said she'd be up for a threesome with another girl, or to watch me with another girl, but it never happened and we were fully monogamous.

Last year, my girlfriend's younger sister began studying at university in London, but is very shy, so struggled to make friends and got very lonely. My girlfriend asked if she could move in with us and stay in one of my spare rooms for a while, and I was happy to let her; she moved in in January this year. I was attracted to her, and we got on well, but I didn't initially do anything sexual as I didn't want to cheat on my girlfriend.

But a few months ago, my girlfriend told me that she knew I was attracted to her sister, and that her sister was attracted to me too. I didn't know what to say, but my girlfriend i... continue reading

This happened while we were both in high school, way back in '06. Everyone in the story is 18. In fact, being that age is basically the reason this story happened at all.

When I was an early teenager, I met who I thought was the love of my life. We dated for years, but she after she graduated (she was a year older than me) she left me for someone she met at college. I was bitter about it for a long time. Didn't really have an easy time getting over her.

Well, one of my good friends--let's call her Clarissa--wanted to help me take my mind off the ex. Plus, once we had both turned 18 (we were about 2 months apart in age), we were given more freedom to hang out just me and her (not on "dates" or anything like that; however, my parents were strict and didn't let me hang out with girls until I was an adult and could think for myself). She was a good friend of mine, someone I didn't see "that way". After all, I was still hung up on her. So she suggested one January morning right before cla... continue reading

It was Amy’s birthday weekend. She had just turned 40. I was already a year ahead of her.

We’re typical millennial moms. We both look younger than our age, great skin, glowing hair. We were getting ready for her party at my house. We’re childhood friends and, as usual, had no problem changing in front of each other. Amy is tall and thin. Despite three children, she always bounced back to be skinny and toned. I’m not as lucky. I have a pooch. My breasts have always been saggy and have gone downhill since. That’s an area we have in common. Amy had small, perky tits before the kids, and they’d deflated to almost no breast tissue since.

I caught an updated peek as she slipped on her sundress and had me tie it for her. We were going out for a stereotypical girls’ night in Savannah, a two-hour drive. We packed up the bathroom, putting away the flat irons and makeup, headed downstairs, and said goodbye to my husband, who was staying home to watch both sets of kids.

Ryan, also a typical... continue reading