Oh god, I fucked my best friend's son last night and I'm still trying to process what I've done.

I'm Karen. I'm 44 years old and I've been best friends with Lisa since college, like over twenty years of friendship. We've been through everything together - marriages, divorces, raising kids, all of it.

Lisa has a son named Ethan who just turned 25. I've known him since he was literally born. I was at the hospital when Lisa had him. I've watched him grow up his entire life.

Ethan is 6'2", athletic, confident, and apparently he's been wanting to fuck me for years. Years. And last night he finally got his chance when Lisa asked me to let him crash at my place.

Let me tell you how I ended up betraying my best friend in the worst possible way.

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Lisa called me three days ago asking for a favor.

Ethan was moving to my city for a new job and needed a place to stay for a week while his apartment lease started. Could he crash with me? Just a few days, he'd be no trouble.

I said yes immed... continue reading

I couldn’t stop thinking about that night at Stacy’s house. How she just watched me get off, fully clothed, without doing even touching herself. It was hot but I also felt so vulnerable. I knew I needed to see her again, but I had to think of a way to escalate it.

After a few days I drummed up the courage to knock on her door again. Stacy opened it, this time with a tight skirt and a white button up shirt. She pulled me inside and led me to her living room.

“What took you so long?” She asks “I thought I scared you off”

“Just, uh, been busy” I say as I sit down on the couch.

Stacy goes to another room. I practice to myself what to say to her. A woman hasn’t made me this nervous in a long time. She comes back and sets some items on the coffee table in front of me. A bottle of lube, tissues, and some wipes.

“I wasn’t that prepared for you last time. Is there anything else I can get you?” She asks, standing over me.

“Well, about our session. Are you sure you just want to watch? I’ll... continue reading

Okay this is probably one of the hottest (and weirdest) things in my relationship and I need to tell you guys.

My boyfriend has real sexual somnambulism. While he’s fully asleep he starts sleep-talking all dirty, moaning about my pussy, how tight I am, how he wants to use me. Then he’ll roll over, still completely asleep, and start touching me. He slides his fingers inside me and fingers me deep and slow, sometimes adding more fingers while breathing all heavy and horny.

Other times he goes down on me and eats my pussy like he’s starving… licking, sucking my clit, tongue fucking me while he’s dead asleep.

He’ll make me cum hard or sometimes just use me for a while and then just roll back over, cuddle up, and sleep like nothing happened.

And the best (or craziest) part? He has zero memory of it in the morning. When I bring it up he looks confused and has no idea he spent half the night using me. That proves to me it’s real sexsomnia and not him just pretending… and for some fuc... continue reading

My name is Olga, I'm 28 years old. I've been married for five years, and the last three have been a blur—diapers, borscht, sick days. My husband, Sergey, is a good man, nine years older than me. He works as a shop foreman, comes home tired, and usually falls asleep in front of the TV. We had sex once a month, purely marital, no-nonsense, and that was generally fine with me. I'd forgotten that I used to love dancing until the morning. A month ago, my old friend Kristina, the perpetually lonely adventurer, talked me into going to the new nightclub, Hades. My husband let me go without question, only chuckling, "Where are you going with your maternity-age body?" I pouted, bought myself a tight black dress, styled my hair, and went off to prove to myself that I was still an attractive woman. The club smelled of smoke, sweet alcohol, and something musky and alien. Kristina immediately disappeared onto the dance floor with a bartender, leaving me alone at a high table w... continue reading

There are probably healthier ways to help someone get over a breakup, but possibly none as effective (or hot) lol

Everyone on our little desk island knew that Tom had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and we were all trying our best to tread carefully around him, making sure not to make any jokes about how much it sucks being single etc. For the most part, we had been doing well, but he had still been staring into space or going out to “grab things from the car” multiple times a day.

It had only been a week since the breakup, and almost everything seemed to trigger him, so when I saw the calendar reminder pop up on his PC screen–”VACATION WITH JULIE!!!!”–I knew he was gonna be kinda fucked.

Sure enough, he stared at his screen for a moment then just pushed his chair back, standing up from his desk and walking toward the little supply closet down the hall. I watched as the door closed behind him, expecting him to reappear quickly with a handful of pens or notebooks. But he didn... continue reading

I used to have a friend that I would come over to his house often and he had an older sister who was hot as fuck and I always had a crush on her

One day I was sleeping over at his house and he had an appointment somewhere and told me I can stay at his house so it was just me and his sister home

I was just chilling in his room until I got hungry so I went to the kitchen to get something to eat

While I was looking in the fridge his sister walked in with shorts and a crop top on and I knew I had to do something so I looked at her and just decided to confess that I liked her

Once I told her she just said “well I haven’t got fucked in a while, you up for that?”

The moment she said that a wave of happiness just took over my whole body and I just said yes immediately

She got close to me and put her hand up against my rock hard dick and starting rubbing it and started kissing me

After a while of that she got down on her knees and took my pants off then started sucking my dick and once... continue reading

When this story took place I hadn’t been dating for a while and was a bit lonely. Naturally that led to forming a habit of getting myself off right after coming home from work. One day I forgot to close the curtains while I was already lying in bed. My apartment was pretty high up from the street so nobody can see me if I’m lying down. At least that’s what I thought.

I pull down my boxers and I close my eyes, picturing this attractive, blonde woman I saw on the subway home. I imagine her hand on my cock instead of mine, just staring at me in this controlling way as she does it. Her top buttons undone, her cleavage on full display. Just as I’m getting close I briefly open my eyes and check the window. Thats when I spot someone looking at me from the second story window across the street. A woman. We lock eyes for a split second. Fuck, I think I know her.

I immediately roll over on my side and pull the covers over my exposed bottom half. I put on my pants and pull the curtains closed.... continue reading

Igor was taught from an early age that he was good for nothing. His mother drilled this into him every single day while he was growing up in their Khrushchev-era apartment on the outskirts, surrounded by perpetually leaking pipes and the smell of fried onions. You'll never amount to anything, she'd say, pouring herself tea with the sediment of yesterday's brew. Igor believed it. He dropped out of vocational school to become a welder in his second year and got a job at a "Husband for an Hour" company—at least they paid cash there, and the clients, mostly lonely old women with chandeliers that needed rehanging, didn't ask too many questions. He replaced electrical outlets, repaired faucets, hung curtain rods, and in the evenings, he'd return to his rented room, where his only joy was an old phone with a cracked screen, on which he watched porn videos—fast, angry, and plotless. He didn't have a girlfriend and didn't expect one: Igor was embarrassed b... continue reading

The reunion was exactly as awkward as I expected—people I barely remembered trying to one-up each other with job titles and vacation photos, the DJ playing songs that hit different now that we were all pushing thirty. Mary and I ended up orbiting each other most of the night, the way we used to. She looked good. Really good. That athletic build she always had from soccer had filled out nicely, and her tan skin still popped against the simple black dress she was wearing. We caught up in bits and pieces: her job in marketing, my boring corporate gig, how her marriage was... fine, I guess. She didn't elaborate much.

After the official event fizzled, a few of us hit a bar downtown. The vibe there wasn't much better—loud, half-empty, everyone checking their phones. Mary stuck close, laughing at my dumb jokes a little too easily, touching my arm when she talked. I told myself not to read into it. She was married. I was seeing someone semi-seriously. Old friends, that's all.

Around midnight... continue reading

I've been thinking a lot about Angie, my first "serious" girlfriend. This is a true story about her. If you like it, reach out! I love to chat.

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In my early 20’s I met Angie, and she wound up being my first long-term girlfriend. We were both young and figuring things out, trying out new jobs and imagining the many directions our lives could take us.

Angie had bleached-blonde hair and dark eyebrows. She was short and small-breasted, but I found her androgynous body enormously attractive. She was a very sexual person, far more experienced than I was. With her I had a lot of “firsts”: first sex outdoors, first blowjob in a car, first anal. She knew what she wanted, though she also enjoyed it when I took control and told her exactly how I liked to be pleased.

One night I was over at Angie’s and she told me that she’d messed up her scheduling with her birth control pills, and she’d have to wait a few weeks to start again. I told her I’d pick up condoms the next day, as it was already... continue reading

so this happened last night lol. ofc as usual have to tell u guys about it. also trying a lil different of a writing style just for funsies today. hope you have fun with it 😉

josie texted me at like midnight saying "he fell asleep" and i knew EXACTLY what that meant

we have this whole unspoken thing now where that specific phrase means josh got his and then passed out and josie is lying in her own apartment somewhere frustrated and fully awake and thinking about coming over. it has happened more than once. i am not complaining

she showed up twenty minutes later with sex hair and this expression on her face like she was about to either cry or set something on fire and before she even got all the way through the door i was already asking "he didn't finish you off did he"

"he came and just. passed out. like fully unconscious. i laid there for twenty whole minutes i counted"

"wow"

"i even tried to do it myself after and it wasn't working because i was so annoyed"

"okay come here"

s... continue reading

Lera stood at the bus stop, watching the taillights of the regular bus recede into the distance. She was literally a minute late—she'd been held up at the dorm packing for the weekend, and then the minibus to the bus station was crawling along. Now the next bus wasn't until tomorrow morning, and she absolutely had to be in the district center this evening: it was her mother's birthday, she'd cooked everything, and was expecting her only daughter from the city. Lera was a third-year student at the teacher training college, nineteen years old, short and slender, with short dark-blond hair and playful brown eyes. She had a strong, athletic figure—she used to do track and field, and it still showed: toned thighs, firm buttocks, small, neat breasts. She was dressed casually: jeans, sneakers, a light windbreaker over a T-shirt. Over her shoulder was a duffel bag containing her belongings and a gift for her mother. There was no one else at the bus stop. The sun was already... continue reading

Okay, so I’m 37, like many of us, I’ve been through difficult break ups, but not divorce.

I have a colleague who’s 42, we’ve worked together for a year and he opened up recently about his divorce. He’s at that stage of it being challenging, having processed the loss of his relationship and kind of wanting someone new, but being a bit financially stuck.

“Okay, since you’re ready, think of all the new women you’ll meet.” I said to encourage him.

I helped him put together a dating profile. He joked nobody would want to hook up with a guy whose living situation isn’t great.

For context, he’s a handsome dude with a lot going for himself. A bit down on his luck but he’s back in the gym and there’d be a line of women wanting him.

“Since you’re in the gym a lot, you might see a nice booty you’d like, or maybe boobs.” I gave a loaded statement, admittedly eager to see what he preferred.

We’ve flirted in the past. Nothing crazy. I respected he was off limits and not ready.

Until now.

He... continue reading

I still feel kinda guilty about it but fuck it, what happened happened. This was three months ago. My sister Emma (23F) has been dating Jake (24M) for almost two years. And from the first time I met him at a family BBQ, I knew I was in trouble.

He's one of those guys who walks into a room and every girl stops talking. Tall, like 6'2, broad shoulders from lifting, but then he opens his mouth and starts talking about books or some documentary he watched and you realize he's not just a pretty face. Dark hair, strong jaw, arms that look like they could pin me down without even trying. I used to make excuses to be around them just so I could stare at him. My sister had no idea I was practically dripping every time he said my name.

So when Emma told me she had to go to Chicago for a week for her internship training, I saw my window. Jake's birthday was four days into that week. I texted him like "hey Emma said you'll be alone on your bday, let me take you out for drinks, my treat." He took... continue reading

Over the first couple of months in our new starter house, Katie and I went from awkward new neighbors to actual friends with Mark and Lisa. After that first dinner invitation from the couple living behind and to the right of us, we hung out a handful more times—mostly casual wine nights at their place or ours.

At first everything felt very innocent and neighborly. We’d talk about work, home projects, weekend plans, and laugh about how none of us were used to such close houses. Both couples were a little shy by nature, so the early nights involved plenty of polite laughter and “sorry if we’re oversharing” moments. But the wine always helped loosen things up, and by the fifth or sixth hangout we genuinely felt comfortable with them. They were warm, funny, and easy to be around. Katie and Lisa had started texting each other memes during the week, and Mark and I had even helped each other with a few yard projects. They felt like real friends.

Then, on our sixth wine night at their house,... continue reading

Okay, so guys, Part 1 (below) occurred very recently. Now, in almost record time, I have a VERY horny development.

I asked, simply, “did you play with yourself over those pictures?”

With his charm, I received a hand gesture showing 4 fingers.

“FOUR?” I was bright red AND beginning to get really wet.

“In one day.” He laughed.

Fuckkkkk. Okay. I’m going to skip ahead here. Things got very passionate, very fast. I made it clear that after work, I wanted him. He left 40 minutes early, went home, freshened up, and met up with me.

This will sound trashy. It was in his car. Yeah, I’m 37, and yet, I still without hesitation wanted car sex. He drove us to a remote place and along the way, my heart raced and all I thought about was pleasuring him.

Getting there, I couldn’t resist him. I undid my seat belt and started kissing him. It was hot and heavy. Off came my top. He began sucking my nipples and they were like bullets in seconds.

Unbuttoning his shor... continue reading

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*All characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. The following is intended for mature audiences only.*

*\*Flashfoward\**

''So, how is London?''

''Oh my God, it's incredible. Far better than I expected.''

It felt a bit weird to talk to her. It has been some time, and I never expected her to call me.

''How is it back home?'' She asked.

''It's fine... Yeah...''

''You don't sound that convincing...''

''Yeah, it's uhm... Just a bit lonely.''

''Ahhh, but were you not going to visit Nina soon?''

''Oh... You didn't hear...?''

''Hear what? I'm not really in contact with her that much to be honest. Same with Olivia,'' she said.

''Why are you calling me anyways?'' I asked.

''Well, you gave me some really good advice at the end of summer. And, well, I need more of it...''

''Really...?''

I was a bit surprised that she was asking for that. Especially after everything that happened.

''It's about what I told you... You know,'' she said.

''Oh..... continue reading

The gf (Kelsi) and I decided we wanted to go on a cruise, after a lot of planning we decided to take a 5 day cruise to the Caribbean. We are both very fit and Kelsi really enjoys showing off in her bikini, so obviously she packed several including a couple thongs.

Fast forward to the first day of the cruise, we take our time getting use to the ship figuring out the ship. Eventually decide to get some drinks and relax by the pool as we wait to depart. First day goes by pretty chill. That night we decided to have a night cap at one of the bars before heading to bed decently early. At the bar, we start talking to another couple, Chris and Steph, who are married, and in their mid 30s. We finish our drinks and head to bed after saying good night.

The next day while at sea, we decide for another day at the pool, had a couple mimosas with breakfast and Kelsi was feeling good so of course she decided to wear one of her thong bikinis. While relaxing, Chris and Steph walked by and chatted a mi... continue reading

Anna sat at a table in a cozy restaurant, where live music boomed—some slow jazz with a saxophone that sent shivers down her spine. Today was her and Sergey's anniversary—ten years of marriage. The table was set for six: they, her husband's best friend, Alexey, and a couple of mutual friends. The wine flowed freely. Dry red, already on their third bottle. Sergey, as always, was in good spirits—joking, putting his arm around her waist, but his hand was already shaking slightly from the alcohol. But Alexey... Alexey looked at her completely differently. She felt it all evening. His gaze slid over her tight black dress, which so beautifully accentuated her breasts and barely covered her hips. Her high heels made her legs seem endless. Every time she stood up to dance with her husband, Alexey's eyes followed her, and there was something hungry in them. And when Sergey went to the bar for another bottle, Alexey leaned closer: "You're absolutely stunning today, Anya. S... continue reading

Last night I was at the pub for the local pool tournament. We play in teams, and while our teammate is playing, we can hang around in the pub for a bit. Suddenly, I ran into Ellen, whom I vaguely knew from the school gate. Our children are in the same class.

I knew that Ellen had divorced a while ago, and rumors suggest she goes to the pub regularly. Apparently, she was celebrating her birthday last night.

Normally, when I run into her, we just nod and say hello, nothing more. My wife would sometimes have a chat with her, but I certainly wouldn't.

Last night was different. When she saw me, she immediately gave me a kiss and started chatting about anything and everything. I soon realized that she was already a bit tipsy and perhaps a bit more relaxed because of it. I had also had a few beers myself and was therefore a bit more sociable than usual.

When it was my turn to play, I saw her get on her bike and presumably head home. Fifteen minutes later, my match was over too, and I coul... continue reading