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We found a karaoke bar near Jacksonville a few weeks ago. Fun crowd, cheap drinks. Everything was great, except this one puny young guy (21-25) coming up to my wife, Elle, and flirting with her right in front of me. The “me” of 20 years ago would’ve taught him a brutal lesson. The “me” of today knows my wife is coming home with me, and any attempts from another man to woo her are a waste of his time.

When she shot him down, he sulked like a kid who’s told he can’t have a candy bar at the store. Just sat there with a pouty face the rest of the night.

Now here’s the thing. We’re a hotwife/swinger couple. If he’d have been respectful, interesting, and acted aware of my existence right beside her, it might’ve happened. It’s happened in the past for others who’ve played their cards right.

The karaoke lady was kind of “I’d fuck her but wouldn’t date her if I were single” hot. Big tits, cute face, a little softer around the middle than I’d prefer. I could tell by her demeanor when we in... continue reading

I was home visiting family for the summer. My job requires me to travel extensively, so honestly, I’ve never been able to have much in the way of a stable life. This has resulted in me socializing mostly through apps or old flames from my past. They reach out occasionally or I poke around and see if they’ll bite. Well, about ten years ago I was in town and I threw out my usual texts to the pretty girls from my past.

No response.

That was OK and not unusual. They’ve gotten lives and I’m from long ago. So I did a bit of Tindering and had a couple dates lined up. Not hard when you look stable and have a nice life. The competition isn’t too fierce in those things.

But then she hit me up. We’ll call her Phuong. She was someone I’d hooked up with a few times a while ago but the sex was so damn good we kept each others numbers for years after. A hookup at my empty house and another in a hotel had resulted in a video Id kept on my computer for years. She had on a black hood. Handcuffs. She... continue reading

My girlfriend Emily had this way of melting into a couch. She’d drape herself sideways over both arms, toes wedged into the cushions, phone glowing over her head. The second I sat down next to her, she snuggled in, wormed a leg over mine, and found the zipper on my hoodie without looking. It was only our third official week as a couple, but we already had a routine: Door, couch and tongues.

I liked it. I liked her. I liked the little noises she made when I palmed her hip and how she’d laugh into my mouth whenever she caught me staring at her instead of the movie. Emily was cute in a college sophomore, “girl next door if the next door was a juice bar” way. She was slim, always smelling like fruity shampoo and minty chapstick, hair up in a ponytail that probably had its own TikTok. I’d never dated someone who could flirt and finish a podcast at the same time. I thought maybe I’d try to hang onto this one.

We were mid-makeout, the kind that’s more biting than kissing, when I heard the f... continue reading

We don't live together anymore but I think about that year more than I probably should.

We'd been roommates since the start of college. She had a boyfriend who came over a few nights a week. I had an FWB situation. We were both happy with our respective arrangements.

And also secretly with each other.

It started one night when we were both a few drinks in, venting about our separate situations the way you do when you're comfortable enough to be honest. We ended up close on the couch and then closer and then she kissed me and I kissed her back and that was that. She slid her hand into my underwear without making it a question and found out immediately that I was already wet which I'm still a little embarrassed about. She worked two fingers inside me slow and kept her thumb on my clit and I came on the couch cushion we used for the rest of the year without a word about it. I pulled her underwear down after and returned everything she'd done with my mouth and she grabbed my hair with b... continue reading

The downpour came on suddenly, turning the street into one solid wall of water. I'd just picked up my order at the door—a tall paper bag with the Maru-sushi logo—and was about to close the door when I noticed the delivery girl in a light yellow windbreaker and shorts standing on the porch, helplessly watching the torrents of water fall from the sky. Her scooter lay forlornly wet by the curb. "Come in and wait it out," I suggested, retreating further into the hallway. "It's been such a blast for an hour." She hesitated for a second, then stepped inside. The hallway immediately smelled of rain, asphalt, and something sweet—probably her perfume. I closed the door. Now we were standing alone in my bachelor apartment: me barefoot, in shorts and a T-shirt, and she soaking wet. Her thin windbreaker clung to her figure, and I couldn't help but notice her neat breasts, visible through the wet fabric, and her flat stomach. She pulled off her windbreaker, and I almo... continue reading

My little sister, Luna, and I were on a trip to our mom’s best friend’s farmhouse. We had a secret relationship, and with my sister being a horny eighteen-year-old beauty, and my own attraction to her undeniable, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. But she took things a bit too far just as we were about to have a movie night with our mother and her best friend, Cristy.

Luna and I sat close, our hips pressed together, exchanging glances. “I need to get something,” she said, scurrying off to our bedroom. She came back with a blanket. “It’s chilly in here,” she said, gently draping it over us as the room grew darker. Mom just smiled at us, probably thinking how cute we looked, though I suspected Luna had another reason for bringing the blanket.

“Here you go,” Cristy said, handing us a bowl of popcorn.

Luna placed it in the middle. She grabbed a piece, raised it to my lips, and said, “Open.”

I did, letting her pop it into my mouth. I glanced at her briefly, but she just smiled,... continue reading

This happened a few weeks ago and I've been thinking about nothing else since and I have nobody I can tell in real life.

I matched with him online a couple weeks back. Handsome, tall, the kind of face that tells you he's heard it before and is mildly bored by it. We texted, we met for drinks, I brought him home because the drinks confirmed what the pictures had implied.

What the pictures had not implied was anything about what was in his jeans.

I saw the outline through his underwear when we were kissing in my room and I stopped. Just stopped. He looked at me, looked down, and had this slight smile like he knew exactly why I'd paused and had enjoyed every version of this reaction before.

I got my hand around him and my fingers did not meet. I want to be clear: I have normal sized hands. They did not meet. He was thick in a way I'd never encountered before, the specific thickness that makes your hand feel small and makes your brain run a quick nervous calculation about what comes ne... continue reading

I don’t know why, but sometimes mutual masturbation is just so much better than sex. Last night my buddy Jake came over. We haven’t ever fooled around before but we got a little tipsy. I told him I was horny and wanted to touch myself so he said let’s do it. We went to my room and I put on porn that we chose together. I got naked first and he just stared at me. I got out a vibrator, laid down, and started having fun. He was amazed, and then he laid down next to me and took out his cock. It was way bigger than I expected, I don’t know why he’d have a small cock but it was probably 8 inches and too thick for him to completely grip. Soon I found myself just watching him stroke his cock and not even watching any of the porn. I noticed he was just watching me too.

I played it up a little bit and moaned louder than I normally would. I then started directing him. Telling him when to speed up his pace stroking his cock, when to slow down, when to touch his balls. He said he knew we weren’t f... continue reading

Hi everyone. My name is Kristina. I'm 21 years old. I'm a final-year student majoring in design. I'm of average height, with natural, shoulder-length blonde hair, gray eyes, and an athletic build—I've been involved in track and field for three years. I'm single and have been dating my boyfriend for a year. Last weekend, I drove from Vladimir to a small village to visit my grandmother—to drop off some medicine and groceries, and to check in. My car, a brand-new Kia Ceed, was bought three months ago on credit. I turned on the GPS, but, as often happens in the wilderness, it took me down a shortcut through the forest. The asphalt ended abruptly, giving way to a broken dirt road, and after the recent rains, the road turned into a mess of mud and clay. I still drove on. I'm not a timid girl, and it was a shame to abandon the car. I drove about three kilometers. Then the front wheel sank into a deep rut, the bottom sank to the ground, and the car began to hum helpl... continue reading

I want to say upfront that this comes entirely from a good place.

My friend came from the most conservative upbringing I have ever encountered up close. small town, very religious family, the kind of household where sex before marriage doesn't exist as a concept, where you save yourself completely and marry whoever the community approves of and that's just the trajectory. she had never been kissed. she'd barely been alone with a boy. she was sweet and curious and quietly overwhelmed by basically everything about college.

We were in the same building freshman year and got close fast. she was funny in this dry unexpected way and asked genuine questions about everything, wanted to actually understand how other people lived. I liked her immediately.

I told her about my life. she was equal parts horrified and fascinated.

When she found out I had a boyfriend at the time she had about forty follow up questions. when she found out we were open she had to take a full minute.

Junior year we... continue reading

My roommate and I have an…. Interesting relationship. It all started a few weeks ago, when I was trying for a job at a marketing firm. It had great pay, a ton of benefits, and a nice sign-on bonus. And to my surprise, I actually got an interview for the place!

How ever, the day of the interview, I was a total mess. I was freaking out 15 minutes before my Zoom interview when my roommate Jenna heard me.

She walked into my room to find me laying face down on my bed, wearing a button-up shirt and a pair of tight boxer shorts.

“I see you’re ready for your interview” she snidely remarks, unfazed by my lack of pants. Jenna and I were always just comfortable with each other like that. We’d hear each other masturbate or bring someone home and not really judge each other. It was like this unspoken rule of “be chill.”

“I’m gonna fail, I know it” I tell her. “I’m not qualified, I’m not good at zoom interviews, this is gonna be a disaster.” She snickers and sits down on the bed.

”Alright buddy... continue reading

I want to be upfront that I set this up for entirely selfish reasons and it worked out better than I planned.

My friend has a boyfriend. They've been together a couple of years, happy, solid. I like him a lot. He has always, in a very well-managed and respectful way, made it clear he finds me attractive, which I've filed away and never done anything with.

I have also always wanted to go down on my friend. She's straight, or straight enough that it was never a realistic possibility, and I made my peace with that. I'm not in love with her, I just think she's genuinely stunning and I've always been curious and I stopped letting myself think about it.

Until she mentioned one night when we were a few drinks in that she'd thought about it before. With me specifically. Just as a thing she'd occasionally thought about.

I thought about this for approximately thirty seconds.

I told her I'd do it if she let her boyfriend join in.

She looked at me.

"Like," she said, "join in with us, or."... continue reading

I want to be upfront that I set this up for entirely selfish reasons and it worked out better than I planned.

My friend has a boyfriend. They've been together a couple of years, happy, solid. I like him a lot. He has always, in a very well-managed and respectful way, made it clear he finds me attractive, which I've filed away and never done anything with.

I have also always wanted to go down on my friend. She's straight, or straight enough that it was never a realistic possibility, and I made my peace with that. I'm not in love with her, I just think she's genuinely stunning and I've always been curious and I stopped letting myself think about it.

Until she mentioned one night when we were a few drinks in that she'd thought about it before. With me specifically. Just as a thing she'd occasionally thought about.

I thought about this for approximately thirty seconds.

I told her I'd do it if she let her boyfriend join in.

She looked at me.

"Like," she said, "join in with us, or."... continue reading

I got home with my shirt plastered to my chest, that post-game sweat mixing with the grime and August air until it felt like my pores were leaking cement. I dragged my feet through the front door and could already hear Mom on her phone in the kitchen, barking out some work thing. I considered trying to slink past, but I never got that lucky. The minute my sneaker touched the tile, her voice boomed over the speakerphone.

“Alex, you smell like a gym sock. Please shower before you touch anything.”

I grunted a “yup” and headed for the stairs, using the banister to hoist myself up the first step because my legs were jelly. It wasn’t even a minute before the screen door slammed again and Sophie, my big sister and living, breathing thirst trap, came strutting in. I say strut, but she moved more like she was in a slow-mo TikTok, all long golden limbs and swaying her hips like a pornstar. Today she was still in her volleyball gear, which meant her absolute minimum coverage shorts, so tight an... continue reading

"Wait, are you serious?" He said it like I'd just told him I was secretly famous or something.

I nodded. We were sitting on his bed. My legs crossed under me, his hand still on my knee from where we'd been making out thirty seconds ago. I'd just said the thing. The thing I always have to say. The thing that goes one of two ways.

He looked at me. Down, then back up. "I literally never would have guessed."

"That's kind of the point," I said. Smiling but my stomach was doing flips.

He didn't leave. Didn't go quiet. Didn't do the weird thing where they suddenly need to check their phone. He leaned forward and kissed me again, harder this time, and grabbed my waist and pulled me closer and that's when I knew this was going to go very well.

His name was Derek. I met him at a bar the weekend before. He was with a group of friends. I was with mine. He kept glancing over at me until I got tired of waiting and walked up to him and said, "Are you going to talk to me or just stare all night?"... continue reading

Maxim was returning from a business trip in his old but well-maintained Toyota. The highway was deserted, the stereo was playing retro rock softly, and his thoughts were focused on a hot shower and a soft bed. He was already anticipating turning off the interstate onto the familiar dirt road leading to his village when he spotted a silhouette on the side of the road with a raised hand. Slowing down, he narrowed his eyes and whistled. It would be a shame for a fellow traveler like her not to stop. She looked like she'd stepped off the cover of a magazine someone had accidentally left behind at a gas station. Tall, with a shock of red hair pulled back into a messy, yet all the sexier bun. She wore skinny jeans that hugged her long, slender legs and curvy hips, and a light white T-shirt that revealed her firm, full breasts, devoid of a bra. Her face had sharp, slightly predatory features, green eyes, and bright, luscious lips, which she nibbled every now and then, apparently nervou... continue reading

My daughter left for training. She was preparing for important competitions, and I knew she would only return late at night. Saturday. My husband left with friends on a fishing trip until Monday. I sat down to the report that needed to be submitted on Monday morning, and had almost gotten into the work rhythm when the doorbell rang.

On the doorstep stood Tyler my daughter's boyfriend. Tall, broad shoulders, with a cute face, but already completely adult, he was 18 years old. We greeted each other, he came inside. He said he had asked to be excused from college for important matters. I asked what exactly. Instead of answering, he took out his phone, unlocked the screen, turned on the video and showed it to me. His fingers held the phone tightly.

On the video was me.

I was on my knees in the living room of his house. My lips were stretched around his father's thick cock, saliva was flowing down my chin, and a hand was lying on the back of my head. The sound was off, but I already knew... continue reading

okay so this is wholesome I promise. kind of. mostly.

one of my closest friends is this guy I met in my first semester. twenty one, genuinely one of the sweetest people I know, always shows up, always checks in, never once made things weird between us. we'd both agreed early on that we weren't each other's type in that way and needed a real friendship more than anything else and it worked out perfectly.

so one night we're doing our usual thing, late, talking about everything, and he mentions he's been avoiding pursuing a girl he likes because of something he's embarrassed about. I asked what he meant. he took a while to say it but eventually explained that he's extremely physically sensitive — like, finishes very fast — and it makes him so anxious about being intimate that he shuts down before anything even starts.

I told him he just needed to find a girl who thought it was cute because we exist.

he said he knew that in theory but the anxiety was the actual problem.

I thought abou... continue reading

This past weekend, I took my oldest daughter to her volleyball tournament a couple hours from home. We do this a couple times a month and we almost always split a room with my friend Julie. Her daughter and mine are close, so Julie and I became close through this team.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was around 7, got our key from the front desk and went up to the room. Maybe 15 minutes later, knock on the door and I'm thinking, good, Julie is here. Open the door and there is Julie's son, Danny, and Julie's daughter.

Apparently Julie had to cancel at the last minute, and her son Danny, who just turned 21, figured he would just fill in for his mom. I texted Julie asking what happened and she just apologized and said she would have texted earlier but didn't want me to back out of the tournament or anything because of her.

Ugh. OK. Guess we have to make the best of this. I have known Danny for a few years, he has been around from time to time and I knew I didn't have to fear for mine... continue reading

Let me start with an honest assessment of myself: I was pretty awful to this guy for a while.

Not going to deep dive into the specifics because I don't come out looking great. Short version is I caused genuine problems in his life. A romantic situation I torpedoed, some group stuff I made unnecessarily complicated, the kind of quiet sustained pettiness I'd convinced myself was justified at the time and was not. Found out recently he'd been really struggling. I felt the specific shame that comes with realizing you were a meaningful contributor to someone's bad year.

I saw him at the campus coffee shop last week. I sat down. That part took more nerve than I expected.

We talked. Slowly at first, like people who have said things they can't take back. Then more normally. Then actually normally, the way we used to before I decided to be a nightmare. Somewhere in there I touched his arm and told him there was nothing like a grudge fuck for clearing the air.

He looked at me.

"Are you seri... continue reading