Back in the day, I was in a poker league that was started with about 10-12 of our closest friends. I was single at the time, and every Saturday we would meet at a different person's house. We’d play poker, drink, smoke weed, and hang out, usually watching a hockey game or two or having a campfire outside, depending on whose house we were at. It would always be a blast; very rarely did I not have a terrible hangover the next morning.

My best friend since elementary school, Derrick Johnston, and I were two of the better poker players in the league. His wife, Arianna, was in the league, and occasionally, Derrick would invite his younger sister to the game if we were short a couple of regulars. Her name was Heather, she was 3 years younger than us, and I had known her since elementary school.

She was always the coolest, friendliest chick, and she and I always got along great. She had a warped sense of humour, very dark and sexual in nature, and she would always join in whenever the gro... continue reading

(Make sure you check out my previous story about Diana, accessible via my profile! Not only does that story introduce Diana and the relationship we had, that’s where Noelle shows up first as well. Now, on with the show!)

You had them, didn’t you?

Maybe you have them now. Or maybe you just heard about them in that Sabrina Carpenter song.

Fuzzy. Pink. Handcuffs. Somehow, in college, almost every girl seemed to have them. Maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it really did seem like every girl I hooked up with from the age of eighteen to about twenty-four would, without fail, pull a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs out of her nightstand, where they had been cradling her vibrator, and, shyly, say something along the lines of: “I’ve never been brave enough to try these but…”

The first time I encountered them was on my friend Diana, while she writhed on her bed, with her roommate, Noelle, on top of her.

It’s not what you think.

“Hey!” Noelle cried, tossing her dirty blonde hair back over her s... continue reading

A warm summer evening enveloped our apartment balcony in a soft, velvety air. The city below shimmered with lights, and the starry sky stretched overhead, with only a gentle breeze occasionally carrying distant voices from the neighboring floors. You settled into a wicker chair, relaxed after a sultry day, wearing a thin silk robe slightly open at the hips and cozy, soft-lined slippers. I quietly walked out to you, without turning on the light, and knelt down on the cool tiles of the balcony. Your slippered feet were so close, so inviting. I carefully removed one slipper, inhaled the warm, slightly salty scent of your skin after a long day, and pressed my lips to the instep. Slowly, reverently, I kissed every inch—from toes to heel, enveloping them with my lips, sucking lightly, running my tongue along the curves. You smiled slightly, watching me, and placed your other foot on my shoulder, allowing me to remove the other slipper as well. I buried my face in both feet at once, inhali... continue reading

I’m nineteen. I just finished my first year at State and, after eight months of fighting for a communal shower and eating ramen out of a coffee mug, I’d landed right back at my mom’s place for the summer, watching the same four porn clips in my bedroom and wondering if a human body could actually adapt to that much lube. My summer gig at the hardware store didn’t start for a week, and my only goals for June were: A, get a tan, B, try to get laid by someone who wasn’t a random girl at a party I didn’t even remember, and C, finally stop watching porn.

I was zero for three.

So that morning, I was stretched across my bed, boxers halfway down my thighs, MacBook propped up on a pillow, and a bright, slippery MILF scene on repeat. Not just any MILF, my obsession was thick assed ones, the kind you only ever see in poolside videos with thirty-minute run times and titles like *Sitter’s Anal Examination.*

My eyes were glued to the part where the woman took it up the ass and begged for more. It... continue reading

I (F24) decided I wanted to end my hoe phase. So I went on a super sweet first date. There was dinner, great conversation and lots of laughing meanwhile he was a gentleman the whole time: he opened doors, paid for dinner, and offered to drive me home. When we got to my apartment building he parked and we started making out. It was getting really hot and heavy, his hands were everywhere and my dress was riding up my thighs.

That’s when I told him I’m not that kinda girl and that I wasn’t planning on sleeping with him on the first date… but I was so turned on so I offered to suck his cock instead. He did not hesitate to pull it out so I leaned over the console, taking him in my mouth. He was thick and rock hard, and I was getting wetter by the second as I was bobbing on him.

Halfway through sucking him I just couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my mouth off his cock with a *pop*, I looked him in the eyes and said “fuck it.” I climbed over the console, pushed my panties to the side, and... continue reading

I’ve always been drawn to Diane. From our very first shift together, her easygoing vibe and sharp, irreverent humor felt like a perfect match for my own. Her looks—blonde with a figure she knew exactly how to use to her advantage—were an obvious bonus, and she wasn't shy about referencing the effect she had on people. Diane had always been my obsession, my quest.

As we got closer, I didn't bother hiding the fact that I wanted her. I was just one more name on the long list of men who’d felt the same way, I’m sure. But then she told me something I actually found hard to believe: she claimed she’d only ever been with her husband, Jeff—the same guy who’d been her first back in high school.

Still, I persevered. Surely she had to wonder, at least occasionally, what she was missing. As our friendship grew, our rapport became so obvious that she eventually became my "work wife." We spent almost every lunch break together off-campus. At one point, she even let me in on a secret: the other wom... continue reading

Dima, a quiet IT specialist in the development department, usually spent office parties in a corner, sipping juice and checking code updates on his phone. That day, after three hours of frantic paintball at a nearby playground, the entire team returned to the office loft to celebrate the victory. The loft was enormous—an open space with brick walls, high ceilings, and neon signs that now shimmered softly in the dim light. The smell of fresh paintball paint mingled with sweat and adrenaline, and multicolored stains still glittered on the floor. Most of his colleagues had gone home by nine o'clock, leaving behind piles of disposable dishes, sweat-soaked T-shirts, and a pile of empty bottles. Dima, as always, couldn't refuse when Vika, the HR manager, asked him to help "clean up, otherwise the cleaning lady will come tomorrow morning and give her a hard time." Vika had been the epitome of propriety all day: a crisp white shirt, dark pants, hair pulled back into a ponyta... continue reading

I’m already wet again just from writing all of this down. The second I slipped back into my room and locked the door after filming Mom on her knees sucking Alex’s cock, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. My phone was still clutched in my hand, the new video paused on the exact moment Mom pulled off with that soft, wet pop and licked her shiny lips. I could still hear the echo of her husky voice telling him how good he tasted.

The next afternoon Dad was at work and Alex had soccer practice until late. Mom had gone to the grocery store and said she would be gone at least an hour, so I thought I had the whole house to myself. I was still so turned on from the day before that I couldn’t wait any longer. The second the front door clicked shut behind her I ran to my room, locked the door, and stripped completely naked. I threw my clothes on the floor, lay back on my bed, spread my legs wide, and opened the hidden folder on my phone.

I started with the newest vid... continue reading

Just after college, I moved to a new city. For the first few months I didn't know many people, but I was single, and so naturally I was on Tinder. It was as much to meet people and branch out socially as it was to find a real partner. This is a story of one of those girls I met through Tinder.

I remember Heather's profile mentioned she had also just graduated and moved to the city, so we had a back-and-forth about finding friends and cool things to do. It was summer, and the weather was gorgeous. We made plans to meet at a brewery/bar place with a big patio. As I write this I looked back on our texts -- she suggested meeting "on the early side, maybe 8:30". This is several years ago for me, so it's funny to remember that at that age, that really was an early time to go out, lol.

On a Friday after work, I get home, make a quick mac-and-cheese dinner, and get ready to go out. The place is about a mile walk away. I stroll down this lakefront path there, soaking up the late sun and feeli... continue reading

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