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last weekend i went to a party at someone's apartment and i decided i would wear a butt plug and try to find someone to do anal with. usually i don't really like anal but for some reason i was kinda craving getting my ass fucked. just feeling slutty i guess lol. i put it in before i even got dressed, threw a little bottle of lube in my purse, and put on this tight skirt that barely covered anything. i knew exactly what i was doing. i wanted someone to find it.

i do love butt plugs though. i don't know what it is but something about walking around in public with a plug in my ass makes me so wet i can barely function. like just sitting down on a chair and feeling it shift inside me while i'm having a normal conversation with someone. it's so hot. i'm such a slut for that feeling honestly. i guess i just like the risk.

so i got to the party and it was pretty chill. just people drinking and talking and music playing. i was talking to this guy near the kitchen who was tall and cute and we... continue reading

Recently went out to dinner with my wife (32) and one of her best friends(32). Her best friends husband wasn’t around due to work so only she came out to eat with us. The night was like any normal night until after the second round of espresso martinis….

Her best friend, who has always been a bit of a “light weight” started opening up about how her husband and her don’t have the best sex life currently and how she wants to be a lot more explorative like trying anal play or even a threesome since we told her we had a few experiences ourselves. She also said she wanted to start an O.F but her husband was totally against it. Well, that led to her asking if we’d want to see some of her “content”. My wife isn’t the jealous type and we both know her friend very well so it wasn’t THAT weird to say sure. So she proceeded to show us multiple full nudes of her and videos. Nothing overly sexual, just posing fully nude, more artsy than sexual but still, a nude is a nude. Her showing us then of co... continue reading

So I am a clown, I am the entire circus, I have zero self respect and my pussy has even less and I need to tell someone because my friends are tired of hearing about this man lmaoo

My ex and I are TOXIC, like capital T toxic, we've broken up and gotten back together so many times I've lost count, it's embarrassing, my best friend has stopped asking "are you guys together?" and just assumes the answer changes weekly (she's right)

The thing is, he fucks me so good that I physically cannot stay away from him 😭 like I've tried, I've deleted his number, I've blocked him, I've gone on dates with other guys and the whole time I'm sitting there thinking "this man does not eat pussy like my ex does" and it's OVER for me

He eats pussy like it's his last meal every single time, tongue on my clit doing these perfect circles while his fingers are inside me and he doesn't stop until I'm shaking and pushing his head away and he just grips my thighs tighter and keeps going, and his dick game is ins... continue reading

So this was back in college I was 20 at the time and my friend we will call her cass was 19.

Some backstory on us, as a freshman in high school I had a huge crush on her, but I never got the feeling that she liked me back so I never pursued her. I dated different girls in high school. She dated different guys. We would talk about each others relationships and our problems. Sometimes I would just go over to her house in the middle of the night just to talk about life. after graduation, we had a conversation where I told her about when I liked her and she also told me that she also liked me at that same time and we talked about the what if we dated.

Fast forward we’re in college now and we both work at the same place. so at this point in time, there had been a fire going on nearby us and there was news that it was coming towards our town, which was two towns away. So with this news, me and Cass decided to leave work early to try to get home. She was worried about the fire and called m... continue reading

Let me start from the beginning. I matched with this woman on one of those dating apps for couples a few weeks ago, she was sweet, funny, we talked every day for like a week before she told me she was married and her husband knew and they were looking to explore together because she'd recently opened up about being attracted to women and he was supportive and wanted to be part of it. I almost unmatched because that felt like a lot but she was so genuine about it and we'd already built a real connection so I stayed

We all got on a group call and the husband was chill and respectful and they both made me feel comfortable and after a few more days of talking we planned to meet at their house on Saturday

So Saturday comes and I prepped like I was going to war, full wax, moisturized everywhere, shaved everything, I bought lube and condoms and even packed some extra stuff in my bag in case they wanted to get really freaky, like I was READY, my pussy was ready, my whole body was ready, I ha... continue reading

I stand by the window, my back to them, and hear the rustling of silk and the clinking of thin glass behind me. Down below, the hotel bar is still buzzing with guests, someone shouting a toast, someone crying into a vest. But here, on the twenty-third floor, there are only three people and an entire night that will never be anyone else's. I know why I'm here. I know why she called me. I know he's silent not because he's against it. I turn around. She's sitting on the edge of the huge bed, still wearing her dress—white, heavy, with the corset I laced for her this morning at the hotel, before the ceremony. I remember my fingers sliding along the laces, her laughing and saying, "Don't overdo it, I need to breathe when I say 'I do.'" It was a joke then. Now I look at her, and it seems as if I'm still holding those laces in my hands. He's standing by the minibar. He's wearing a shirt, no longer a jacket, his bow tie untied and hanging a... continue reading

I saw the ad online. *Roommate wanted. Sharehouse in Cottesloe*. It was fairly cheap, and close enough to the beach to walk. I sent a quick message and soon had a reply.

Abby, her name was. A quick search of her profile told me she was from London. Dark hair, tanned, an athletic body. We spent a bit of time talking as she tried to figure out if I was a serial killer or not, and on a Tuesday after work I went around to check the place out. It was nice, just as the pictures had said. An older brick townhouse, with vines creeping over the walls, french-style shutters, and balcony railings made of wrought iron.

I knocked on the door and after a moment it opened. Abby stood there, a little shorter than me, in activewear. She smiled and we hugged. She told me she’d just come back from the gym.

Abby gave me a quick tour of the house, showed me the spare room, which had a view not of the ocean but toward the east, over countless rows of suburbia. She told me they wanted to find someone quic... continue reading

If you are looking for a sign this is YOUR SIGN, give that quiet nerdy innocent looking boy who doesn't swear and can barely hold your hand a FUCKING CHANCE because I did last weekend and I am not the same person anymore lmaoo

Let me explain because I need to scream about this somewhere

So there's this guy in my study group, I'll call him Miles, he's got glasses, wears button downs to class, carries a tote bag with a book in it at all times, has never said a single curse word in the two years I've known him, blushes when someone tells a dirty joke, the guy every mom wants her daughter to bring home. He asked me to get dinner after our final study session and I said yes mostly because I felt bad and partly because he's actually pretty cute, like he hasn't realized he's attractive yet and that somehow makes it worse

Dinner was sweet, he was nervous, kept adjusting his glasses, asked me real questions about my life, paid without making it weird, and then asked if I wanted to come back... continue reading

I’m 22. My older sister Nora is 25. Her best friend Sienna is also 25. They’ve been inseparable since high school. Both athletic, both ridiculously hot, and both the type who say whatever the fuck is on their mind.

Last Saturday the power went out during a storm. Mom was stuck at work. Nora and Sienna showed up soaked from the rain, laughing, dripping on the kitchen floor. Nora had twisted her ankle pretty bad trying not to fall on the wet driveway. Sienna was basically carrying her.

They crashed on the living room couch. Nora’s ankle was already swelling. Sienna helped her peel off the wet leggings and sports bra. I tried to look away. Failed.

Nora caught me staring and just smirked.

“You’ve seen worse. Come help.”

I iced her ankle while Sienna changed into one of Nora’s oversized shirts. No bra. No shorts. Just the shirt and black panties. Nora was in a tank and panties. Both of them stretched out on the big couch like they owned the place.

At some point Sienna started co... continue reading

The highway stretched into darkness, and the headlights revealed only a gray ribbon of asphalt and the occasional light pole. I'd been driving for three hours now and was starting to nod off. The coffee I'd drunk at the last gas station had long since worn off. The cabin smelled of diesel fuel, and the radio, which I wasn't listening to, crackled through the speakers. A figure stood on the side of the road, at the turnoff to some godforsaken village. They were hitchhiking. I slowed down and pulled over. A girl. Young, wearing a jacket unsuitable for the weather, with a backpack slung over one shoulder. Her face was pale, her lips pursed. I rolled down the window. - Far? "To the city," she answered. Her voice was so gentle. "About two hundred kilometers from here." I took a closer look at her. Her jeans were dirty, her sneakers were broken. She was standing on a highway where buses don't go, and clearly hadn't been for a long time. - Sit down. She... continue reading

This happened while we were all in college. We were at this big beach house with a group of friends. Rooms were limited, so Maya (my girlfriend), her best friend Lena, and I ended up in the same room, one queen and a twin. Maya and I took the queen. Lena took the twin a few feet away. It felt normal.

The third night everyone stayed up drinking on the porch. By the time we came inside, Maya was already half-asleep. She pulled the covers up, kissed me once, and was out within minutes. Lena changed in the bathroom and came back in a soft oversized shirt that kept slipping off one shoulder. She climbed into her twin bed. I was in shorts, still drunk from the beer and the salt air, lying on my back next to Maya. The room was quiet except for the waves through the open window and Maya’s slow, even breathing beside me.

I dropped off hard.

I don’t know how long I was under.

The first thing that reached me was the careful shift of the mattress on my side. Soft fingers testing the waistband... continue reading

So this happened two days ago and I'm literally still tasting him lol I need to talk about it

My best friend Soren turned 20 and had a small thing at his house after class, just our friend group, snacks, cake, no alcohol because we all had class the next morning. Soren and I have been close for almost four years, same program since high school, he's this soft artsy type who listens to k-pop and reads novels and has never had a girlfriend because he says he hasn't found anyone he likes yet. He's not my type AT ALL, like he's cute and very pretty (he's paler than me which is annoying lol) but I've never been attracted to him, he's just my person, the guy I go to for everything

That said... I've been curious about his dick for a WHILE 😳 because we joke about that stuff constantly, I'll tell him his dick is small and he'll say "suck it then" and I'll say "show me and I will" and we just go back and forth like that and nobody in our friend group even blinks anymore because that's just how... continue reading

The phone rang at half past one in the morning. I wasn't sleeping. I was just lying there and staring at the ceiling. I picked up the phone. - Are you sleeping? I recognized the voice right away. Lenka. A classmate. We hadn't seen each other for about three years, I think. Not since she married some serious guy with a job and a car. - No. — Come over. Just to talk. She gave me the address. I didn't ask what had happened. I could tell from her voice that it had already happened. I got dressed and went out. She opened the door immediately, as if she'd been standing underneath it. She was wearing a robe, her hair was hastily pulled back, and her eyes were red. — Come in. I took off my shoes. I went into the kitchen. On the table was an open bottle of wine and one glass. She took out a second one. — Let's talk? We talked. About university, about his stupid jokes, about how he stole her from under my nose back in our fourth year. She laughed, then cried, then laughed... continue reading

My laptop was propped on my knees and I was halfway through a binge of James Bond movies when the front door banged open and let in a blast of humidity and the scent of wet sand.

And Mia, tracking both behind her. I didn’t need to look up to know it was my sister. Only Mia could make an entrance like that: towel slung over one tanned shoulder, duffel bag in tow.

At 22, my older sister looked every bit the beach volleyball player: 5’6″ of toned, athletic curves with long, sculpted legs, a narrow waist, and a round, firm ass that strained against her spandex shorts. Her dark brown hair, still wet from the ocean, clung to her neck and shoulders in wild, salty strands. But it was her face that always hit me hardest: high cheekbones, full lips, and those bright hazel eyes that could switch from playful teasing to pure mischief in a heartbeat. She was beautiful in that effortless, sun-kissed way that made it impossible not to stare.

But now something else caught my attention. She was crad... continue reading

So there's this woman at my gym, Priya, she's like 30. We're not really friends, more like we always end up on treadmills next to each other and started chatting. A few months ago we grabbed smoothies after a session and somehow the conversation got really personal really fast. She started telling me about how she has this thing where she cums super quick during sex, like within a couple minutes, and then everything gets so sensitive it almost hurts and she completely loses interest. She said guys get annoyed because they feel like she's done with them before they've even started, and she tried hooking up with women but she has zero desire to go down on a girl or do anything back so they lose patience too. She was venting about it like she was genuinely frustrated (not the word, I mean like actually upset about it) and I just felt bad for her.

I don't even know how it happened exactly but we went back to her apartment and I ended up going down on her. I'd never done anything with a gi... continue reading

My heart rate maintains a steady pace in anticipation of what’s to come. In the heat of the moment I’ve forgotten that it’s my turn to date Sophie.

“I’m waiting.” She says, with a seductive look in her eye. I look back at her, my eyes can’t help but wonder down to her perfect tits. “Eyes are up here.” She jokes. God, stop staring at your sister’s tits. I think to myself.

“Uhhhh right, a dare.” I stutter, looking back and forth between the girls. “Well, let’s keep on theme. Sophie, I dare you to eat Jess out for 30 seconds.” I wait nervously for their response to my outlandish request.

Without saying anything, Jess raises her body from the water and slides her g-string off of her curvy hips. She reveals a neat cunt, with a sneaky landing strip shaved neatly above her clit. She sits on the edge of the hot tub and spreads her legs wide. What a sight, I wish I was the one about to taste her juices.

“Mmmm it’s been a while.” Sophie says, positioning her head in front of Jess’s wet p... continue reading

Kai has been my best friend for almost two years, like ACTUALLY platonic, no tension, no flirting, just two depressed people who bonded over sad playlists and sitting in silence together when neither of us had energy to talk. He'd just gotten out of this long relationship and I was going through it mentally so we just kind of found each other. He's tall, lean, has these dark eyes and messy hair but I literally never thought about him like that because he was just Kai, my safe person, the guy I'd fall asleep next to on his couch watching documentaries about cults at 3am

So two nights ago I was at his apartment, his roommates were all gone for the weekend, we were on the floor listening to music and sharing his speaker going back and forth with songs and I got up to queue something on his laptop and before I could step away he grabbed my wrist and just... looked at me

And I swear to god this was not the Kai I knew because the Kai I knew has never once made me feel anything below the wa... continue reading

The bike died on the outskirts of town, coughing and spitting blue smoke. I managed to slide to the side of the road, curse out loud, and even kick the innocent tire, though it was clear from the start that the tire wasn't the problem. After half an hour of fruitless fiddling with the carburetor, I admitted defeat and headed along the highway to what the map said was a village with the promising name "Remont." It sounded like a mockery. The workshop was found just beyond a slanted sign—a long, corrugated iron hangar, in front of which sat the rusty hulk of a Gazelle and several motorcycles in varying states of disrepair. Inside, the smell of machine oil, old rubber, and heated metal was strangely soothing, like the scent of an autumn forest. The owner stood with her back to me, bent over the workbench. She looked to be around thirty-five or forty, one of those women whom age neither beautifies nor deforms, but simply molds into a tight, shapely form. Her work overalls we... continue reading

It was a fun week leading up to Tara coming over to babysit Saturday evening. We teased each other about Tara. We role played a 3some with her several times, which made for great sex. We both just hoped she would be curious again, see the note and play along.

When she came over Saturday, she was dressed similar to last week. Her demeanor seemed to be a little different. She was complimenting us about our outfits, especially my wife's and seemed to be a little flirty. We left with the excitement of what could happen later.

When we got home, Tara was in a different mood. She wasn't as bubbly as she was before we left. I instantly thought she had trouble with the kids. She said that everything was good and left in a hurry. I was puzzled at her behavior but my wife didn't care. She instantly went into her closet when Tara left.

"She's been in here. The note is gone and the lingerie is messed up."

When I get to my wife, she's smelling all of her lingerie. She has a tight top on and I ca... continue reading

Nico is this guy in our friend group who I was SO sure was gay when I first met him. Like he's gorgeous, sharp jaw, tall, skinny, great hair, but the way he moves and talks is super soft?? Very animated, very expressive, does this thing where he flips his hand when he's telling a story. I had a massive crush on him but I was like okay this beautiful man likes men, I'll just make him my bestfriend and admire from a distance (tragic right)

TURNS OUT HE'S STRAIGHT. Just feminine. I didn't believe it until we were all roasting each other around the campfire and I ran out of comebacks so I called him a f*g (I KNOW I KNOW it just came out) and this man looks me dead in the eyes and goes "keep talking and I'll fuck that attitude out of you"

My jaw literally dropped lmaoo I had never heard him say ANYTHING like that. Like sir you were just showing me skincare routines twenty minutes ago??

So that night everyone got wasted except me and him. I was on mom duty making sure nobody choked on the... continue reading