It was one of those night shifts that starts out like any other. A hospital after midnight is a world unto itself. Silence punctuated by the beeping of machines, dim light in the hallways, and a feeling as if the rest of the city had died out. I, Sveta, had been working here as a nurse for five years. I knew every corner, every creaking linoleum. That evening, there was a corporate party celebrating some anniversary of the head physician. A modest drinking session in the staff room on the second floor. Champagne, cognac, cheap snacks. I sipped a little, then another, the tension of the shift slowly dissolving in a light, pleasant alcoholic haze. I wasn't completely drunk, but rather warmed up. My body felt light, my cheeks were flushed, and playful, warm shivers ran through me. I threw my white robe over the short black dress I'd worn underneath—I planned to pop into a club after my shift. The robe came unbuttoned, revealing my cleavage and the slightly trembling, firm breas... continue reading

Back when my boyfriend and I [then 19f] first started dating we went to a concert, packed, hot, and loud. That kind of chaos where people are pressed so close together you can't tell whose sweat is whose. I was holding his hand. He was totally focused on the music. I was... not.

At some point, I felt someone come up behind me. Close. Too close. At first I thought they were just trying to push through the crowd, but then they didn't move. Instead, they started grinding against me. Slow. Deliberate. Right against my ass.

I stiffened. I looked at my boyfriend, he was still singing along, head turned toward the stage, clutching my hand like nothing was happening.

And

let it happen. I should've moved. Should've said something. instead... I leaned into it.

Whoever he was, he knew what he was doing. He rocked his hips against me, pressing his cock between my cheeks like it was nothing. Like I was there for it. No words, no hands .. just filthy, heated friction through my tiny skirt and o... continue reading

The club was hot and loud and sweaty, the air thick with perfume, spilled alcohol, and the throbbing pulse of the bass. Beams of light cut across the room in sharp lines, dancing with the crowd in rhythmic pulses. People were packed tight on the dancefloor, bodies brushing and grinding, hips rolling in time with the beat.

This was not my scene, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Max’s either, but Julie was grinning, her blue dress clinging to her skin, the thin straps barely holding it together, her breasts bouncing with every step.

“Let’s get drinks first!” Julie shouted over the music, pointing at the bar. Max nodded, still looking a little overwhelmed, his eyes darting over the crowd. I felt his pain. An evening inside with a good book or videogame was more my speed. I touched his arm lightly.

“You okay?” I mouthed.

He nodded emphatically, like he did this sort of thing every day.

“Of course!”

Julie grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bar, dragging him through the mass of d... continue reading

My husband and I have always floated the idea of swinging and talk about it a lot in the bedroom. The idea of sharing me really turns both of us on. So, finally while traveling abroad we decided to go to our first swingers club. It would be perfect, we wouldn’t know anyone there and we would play with only each other. Mostly because I was nervous but also we decided that it would be a good way to dip our toes into the water and not rush into something so new to us.

We get there, stow away our clothes and belongings and start touring the facility. The first thing we saw was a MFMF in the middle of the main room. The noises alone made me instantly dripping wet.

We went to the bar to take a shot of tequila to calm my nerves and get our blue “plays together only” bracelets.

We venture back to the main room and situate ourselves near a mesh wall that looks into a smaller group room. The noises and all of the bodies moving together was one of the hottest things I’ve witnessed. First I... continue reading

This took place at a house party toward the end of my final year at college (in the UK so the end of high school in the US). We were both 18 at the time. **Skip ahead to the action to avoid the preamble**

Around this time I was very introverted and rarely did anything outside of my small friendship group, but this time was different. I had just made some new friends towards the end of the year and one of them was organising a big house party.

One of my new friends Joe was in attendance and so was his ex, I’ll refer to her as Faye. I’d met Faye before and had gotten to know her reasonably well when she was with Joe. I thought she was incredibly attractive but had never made a move on her before, given her relationship with my friend. However this night was different, it was my first time seeing her since she broke up with Joe. I didn’t yet know any of the details, but the two of them had spent the whole night avoiding each other.

About halfway through the night, I was feeling fairly... continue reading

I came back home for Thanksgiving. My mom’s best friend was visiting too. Nancy was a very good looking mature woman. I’d always drooled over her growing up. I’m 30 now and divorced, her husband had died a few years back. Nancy is a fairly tall buxom lady. Big tits, big ass but in good shape from swimming. She tries to look young. Dresses young, maybe a bit of nip and tuck. I looked at her and I got an immediate vibe. Her body language and voice. She tried to tone it down in front of my mom but I could feel it. I hope I wasn’t wrong.

As she was leaving mom was grabbing some snacks for her to take back to her hotel room. She asked “Do you ever go by the Marriott hotel by the airport? You really should. Room 212. Maybe tomorrow about 2? There’s a jacuzzi on the deck” mom came walking up 10 seconds later. I smiled and said “nice to see you Nancy. Hope to see you soon”. I watched as she walked away. Damn she had this sharp snap in her hips as she walked. I felt my cock getting thick immed... continue reading

Julie was still asleep when I woke up.

For a moment I lay still and listened to the air conditioner, my head heavy from the previous night of cocktails and dancing. I wasn’t hungover, but I’d drank enough that the morning light peeking around the edge of the blackout drapes felt like an invasion of our sanctuary. Julie seemed less bothered, her quiet, uneven breathing drifting from the pile of blankets on the other bed. I rolled onto my side and checked my phone.

It was just after six in the morning.

Despite the lingering heaviness in my limbs, my body felt restless, bristling at the memory of Julie recounting her flirtation with the guy by the pool. *Oh, yeah, he’s actually sooooo nice. Super kind and a bit dorky. Shame I got to him first, right?*

She changed position in her sleep as if aware I was thinking about her, adjusting the blanket to reveal a tiny pair of panties twisted around her hips, her face pressed down into the pillow, hair fanned out all around her.

Even like t... continue reading

My mind was wandering the whole weekend. My wife telling me I needed to save my cum for our married neighbor, Carol wasn't first on my mind. I wasn't shocked she is going to let me fuck her but the whole situation is uncomfortable. Mike and Carol are good friends and I don't want this to ruin our friendship. Mike said it wouldn't so I'm going to trust him because he trusts me.

Saturday night, my wife, Kat, suggested I meet her and Carol Monday evening at an out of town meeting they'll be at for a couple of days. She said I could give Carol what she wanted, if she still wants it. It was only a 3 hour drive so I made arrangements to leave early from work on Monday then off the next 2 days.

Kat had left me a key to her room at the desk, to put my stuff in and to get cleaned up after work. I then waited on the ladies in the hotel lobby.

Carol was surprised to see me and Kat acted surprised too. I told them I wanted to surprised Kat and have a few days away from work. Carol didn't suspe... continue reading

I want to share a story that happened to me several years ago. I was dating a guy at the time, his name was Alexander. We were together for about a month, but during that time we weren't intimate because we were constantly surrounded by his friends. One day, Sasha went away on a work trip for a whole week. The next day, two of his friends came over and suggested we go for a walk along the river. I was hesitant, not really wanting to go, but they insisted, and I agreed. As the evening wore on, the embankment became less crowded. The beer I'd had relaxed me a bit, and I stopped worrying. My friends seemed friendly and sociable, and I didn't feel threatened by them. Everything was going fine until the beer ran out and one of the guys went to the store. I was left alone with Denis—that was the name of the other guy. He suggested we walk a little further. At first, I refused, but he was persistent, and we went. He took my hand and led me down a narrow path toward a deserted a... continue reading

I work in the social media sphere, so I follow all kinds of Polish online communities: some popular, some very niche. A few weeks ago, I found myself on an incel forum. I discovered it on a popular site (the Polish analogue of Reddit, actually), just scrolling through random stuff. I was in bed, getting ready to sleep, when I stumbled on the thread: "Women despise short men. Facts."

I clicked.

The thread was full of screenshots of Tinder bios ("Only swipe if you're 185+ cm") circled with red arrows, TikTok videos of bros spilling hard truths, piles of statistics (no clue how fake). People there called themselves "przegrywy," which roughly translates to "losers," but in Polish online slang, it's like "incels", but a bit more sarcastic.

I noticed that one user there wrote in full sentences. He used terms like "sluts" and "bitches," but he had a thesis: things were fine when people found partners in their own villages and churches, and the apps ruined everything. His profile said he wa... continue reading

Mike and Carol, early 30s, moved in across from us about a year ago and we became instant friends. Carol worked in the doctor's office my wife work in and Mike is a golf pro at the local private golf club. He and my youngest son became good friends and now he gets free lessons and playing privileges.

Carol is a talker and quickly shared personal information about her and Mike and their journey together. Not long after they got married, Mike was diagnosed with testicular cancer. He was able to beat the cancer but it left him sterile and impotent so no children. Both were disappointed but excited about adoption in the future.

One Saturday evening, we had Mike and Carol over for dinner and to hang out. After eating, my wife, Kat, wanted to show them our vacation pics from a few weeks ago. We all settled in the living room and Kat connected her phone to the TV.

She was going through the pics, talking about them and not paying attention to her phone. She was just looking at the TV, sw... continue reading

I’ve been casually hooking up with this guy for a couple of months. Nothing emotional, just insane chemistry and the kind of sex that completely erases your brain.

Last night we were on his couch watching a movie, and he was being obnoxiously flirty. Tugging me onto his lap, kissing my neck, slipping his hand under my hoodie like I already belonged there. I assumed we’d end up fucking like usual, but instead he tipped my head back and told me to open my mouth.

I didn’t hesitate.

He stood, pushed his sweats down, and started using my mouth slowly, deliberately, like he was in full control. My body was shaking, tears spilling down my face, spit everywhere, his hand twisted in my hair like it was a grip. When he started going deeper, I grabbed his thighs and let him take whatever he wanted.

Something about it completely short-circuited my brain.

He pulled out just long enough to wipe my tears with his thumb and murmur how good I looked like that.

I moaned. Loud. Embarrassingly real.... continue reading

Okay this one is gonna be a long one so bear with me! It all started when I was on holiday with my friend by the pool in the hotel…

“You are joking, right?” I said, sitting up slightly, a few drops of my cocktail spilling over the rim of my glass. It splashed onto my bikini, and I wiped it away with my finger, licking the sugary liquid away with my tongue. “That guy over there?”

“Yeah,” Julie said with a smile. “Don’t you think he’s attractive?”

I squinted toward him.

“Well, yeah. Obviously, he’s attractive,” I said cautiously. “I just didn’t think he was your type.” I squinted at the folded paperback in his hand, but the title was too small to read from this distance. Between us, the pool shimmered turquoise, surrounded by white umbrellas and empty deck chairs. We’d been at the hotel for three days, long enough for as few of the staff to start greeting us by name, but not long enough that I was feeling the inevitable homesickness that comes with a long trip. “I’m just surprised *... continue reading

I (46M) was at the gym last night. I finished on the treadmill. As I go to get a towel to wipe it down I see the cute younger girl (24F) a few down from me. I decide to walk that direction on my way out to get a better look at her. As I get close I notice that it’s a friend of my daughters from high school who I have seen in like 5-6 years. She was always a little on the nerdy side, but always had a decent body. Well, she had a glow up.

She sees me, smiles and immediately gets off the treadmill to come give me a hug and say hi. I apologize for being all sweaty and she said she doesn’t care. She compliments me on how I look, I have lost probably 150 pounds since she saw me last.

As we are talking for a while she tells me her boyfriend was supposed to meet her at the gym but she doesn’t know where he is. She asks if she can get a ride home and I agree so we walk out to my car. We get in the car and are talking some more for a bit. She confesses to me that she wishes that her mom (wido... continue reading

So I had kind of a slutty semester last spring. Like 11 guys maybe 12. I stopped counting. My roomate thought I was such a slut. She loved it. Sometimes she was in the room pretendding to sleep. None of it was that great realy. Just guys from parties or tinder or a TA. They'd cum, I'd probably fake it, and then I'd be lying there thinking about whatever. Maybe the last guy.

I started thinking maybe I was just over it. Like maybe dick wasn't gonna do it for me anymore. Cool. Whatever.

Anyway I was staying with my mom's friend Maureen for the summer. And this guy Alex was staying there too. He's a friend of Maureens too or something. I actually knew him when we were kids like 15 years ago. We used to play together when our moms hung out. I remember telling my mom I was gonna marry him lol.

So he shows up and hes... fine I guess? I mean, cute. Swimmer. Kinda quiet but nice. weirdly shy. I mean, I kinda wanted things to be like when we were kids, but that's weird, I know.

But then I st... continue reading

Under the shadow of her grace Exactly one year had passed, long and thorny, since the moment Anna, my sun and my torment, left for another. His name was Artyom, a self-confident senior, and I, just her timid classmate, watched their happiness from the sidelines, like a bright but inaccessible picture. My whole world narrowed to her smile, her laughter, the flicker of her chestnut hair in the college corridors. By spring, a shadow of thoughtfulness had settled in her eyes, always so clear, and her laughter had grown quieter. The story unfolded itself, harshly and routinely: Artyom, having graduated, had left for his hometown without proposing marriage, or even a heart, or even a seat next to her on the packed train. He had simply vanished from her life, leaving silence in his wake. But autumn brought other changes. Returning to school, I saw that Anna had been transformed. A smooth, careful grace had appeared in her gait, and the contours of her figure revealed a soft, rounded line o... continue reading

This happened around 4 years ago when I was still with my ex. We were living in her family’s guest house since we have a daughter together and as you can imagine the house was full of people. Including her 2 sisters. Once is a lesbian and the other one was married at the time. We got into the habit of going to a taco truck pretty far from the house almost every weekend, they loved it.

Well one weekend, everyone was busy but me and her and we decided to go by ourselves, I didn’t think anything weird from it. On the drive there she started opening up about her marriage, how she was really young (23) and she regretted marrying so young. How he was putting his hands on her and was really violent with anger issues. How she wanted to explore more sexually but he was very vanilla. She told me how submissive she wanted to be and be treated like a slut. I was very caught by surprise and was just laughing it off kind of advising her to leave him and go pursue that. After we got out good we par... continue reading

Sexy time starts at (——) below.

Halloween parties in college are always fun. Who doesn’t love letting their inhibitions down and getting in a funny costume, and having a good time. Not to mention all the girls in slutty costumes (personally, my favorite part of Halloween, but I digress).

It was another spooky fall Halloween, and I was into my second year of grad school. My class was around 150 people, so you more or less knew everyone, but there were still some people where you had really only said hi too, or saw in passing.

Our school always had a Halloween party for our program, so all levels of the program would dress up, go to a bar downtown, and let loose as we inched closer and closer to finals.

I had always been a little cautious about hooking up, particularly because the class was so small so rumors spread quick. (Yes, grad school is just high school 2.0). Nevertheless, I’m a relatively good looking guy and did well for myself in undergrad (tall ish, blonde, athletic bu... continue reading

We were traveling home on the overnight train after a week at the seaside. Four people in the compartment: me, my wife Marina, her mother Galina Ivanovna, and my wife's younger sister, Katya. That same Katya, who had been sunbathing in a micro-bikini on the beach this whole time, laughed too loudly next to me and seemed to accidentally brush my back as she passed. Twenty-three years old, a seven-year age difference with Marina, and as if from another universe: uninhibited, with a daring gaze and a constant half-smile. The compartment smelled of old wood. We'd already been driving for six hours; the black silhouettes of trees flashed past the window, occasionally catching a glimpse of a lighted window in a small house. My wife and mother-in-law were already snoring evenly on the upper berths. Marina snored softly, breathing out. My mother-in-law was emitting such a powerful roar that the windows rattled. I lay on the lower berth by the window, Katya on the opposite lower bert... continue reading

Last night I was down on my knees with the guy I’ve been casually seeing, taking my time with him, slow, deep, exactly how he loves it. His breath got heavier, his sounds got rougher, and then his hand slid into my hair as he warned me he was about to lose it. Usually, that’s my cue to pull back and let him finish wherever, he normally cums all over my huge tiddies, but this time… something shifted.

Instead, I held his gaze, took him all the way in, and didn’t stop. When he came, it hit hard, hot, thick pulses filling my mouth, pouring straight down my throat. I swallowed every single wave on instinct, feeling him twitch and throb against my tongue while I worked him until there was nothing left. No mess. No hesitation. Just warmth, fullness, and that slow, satisfying slide as I took all of him.

When he finally pulled free, I licked my lips, looked up at him, and said, “That’s exactly where it belongs.” He actually shivered and called me a good girl.

Now I understand it. Swallowing... continue reading