I'd only been working at the hospital for three months. I was twenty-two years old, a fresh-faced nurse in a white coat that barely covered my bottom when I bent over. Everyone said, "The head doctor is strict, but fair." He was a mature man, about forty-eight, tall, with gray hair at his temples, always wearing a perfectly ironed coat and with such a penetrating gaze that it sent shivers down my spine. I thought he was just a serious boss. Until I saw the way he looked at me when no one else was looking. That evening, the shift dragged on. Everyone had already left, only the light in his office was on. He called me briefly on the intercom: "Kovalyova, come in." His voice was like an order. I adjusted my stockings, straightened my robe, and went. My heart was pounding. The office smelled of coffee and his cologne. He sat at his massive desk, folders spread out, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. “Lock the door,” he said without even looking up. I obeyed.... continue reading

My boyfriend really wanted an open relationship. He’s pretty good-looking and kept saying he doesn’t handle monogamy very well and wants more sex and to sleep with other women.

I thought about it for a while and was skeptical at first. But our sex life is really pretty mediocre, so I thought a little new excitement would do us good, and besides, I had a bit of a crush on a good friend and wanted to pursue it.

Six months ago, we took the plunge and opened up our relationship.

I told my best friend about it on Friday of this week and flirted with him a little, and he immediately understood what I wanted. Shortly after, I was kneeling naked in front of him and giving him a blowjob. He pressed my head tightly against him, and since his cock is really thick and long, I could barely breathe, which turned me on so much.

Then he fucked me really hard doggy-style. Before that night, I was on Team “Size Doesn’t Matter,” but he changed my mind on that. It was so hard and intense, and I felt s... continue reading

I was out at a bar with some friends. We had originally gone to a piano bar, which I highly recommend if you've never been to one. We were drinking, singing, having a fucking great time. Eventually we all got a bit tired and decided to go back to a friend's house who lived close by to relax and talk.

Now, the whole night there was this girl who was with us. Let's call her Anna. Anna was a friend of a friend, so I didn't know much about her. All I knew was what I could observe from her that night. She seemed distant and constantly in her phone the whole night. As we sat at my friend's house and talked, I came to find out why.

After some time talking, we got on the topic of relationships. To try to make a long story a bit shorter, Anna eventually opened up that she and her ex had recently broken up and she was a mess because of it. She admitted that she was convinced to come out with us tonight by one of my friends to try to get her mind off this ex (let's call him Jake).

As Anna was... continue reading

There are fantasies that live in your head for years. You replay them before bed, adding details, removing unnecessary parts, but you never think they'll actually happen. And then Friday happens, a bottle of red wine, and my husband, looking me straight in the eye, says, "Let's do it. Right now." It was his idea. Or rather, it was my secret, which he dragged out of me six months ago when we'd had too much to drink and gotten too personal. I blurted out, blushing like a freshman, that I was turned on by contrast. That I, a blonde with pale skin, had always been turned on by the thought of what it was like to be the center of such attention... from black guys. My husband chuckled strangely, but dropped the subject. And then yesterday I brought it up again. "Just make sure I don't take pictures," he said, adjusting the camera on his phone. "And I'm in charge of the parade." I thought he was joking. Until the doorbell rang. There were three of... continue reading

Amy had been adamant, right from the start: no matter how much she adored a finger in her ass, and she absolutely did, she always came harder and faster with a pair of them up her butt, she drew the line at anal sex. She’d made it very clear to me that my cock was never going anywhere near her rear.

I’d accepted that. As much as anal was a turn-on for me, we had great sex regardless, and I loved Amy, so I was good with it. My dick would never go up her bum. Fine. So be it.

And we did have fantastic sex. One of the best spur-of-the-moment decisions I’d ever made was the time I suggested Amy use her vibrator on herself when we were in bed together. She’d been a little shy about it, at first, but not for long. The moment it was on her clit as I was fucking her, she was enthusiastic convert. As was I.

Well, there was one brief moment of jealousy on my part, one spark of inadequacy when I saw what it did to her, but I realised how idiotic that was. Witnessing Amy lose her mind with pleas... continue reading

After our full swap with Laura and Joe, we had kept in regular contact but hadn’t played with them further, not that we didn’t want to. We constantly were sexting, sending nude pics, and sex videos back in forth. Laura graciously provided a video of Joe fucking her in the ass for their only second time ever, (amongst other videos) and Kate and I made sure to send a pic back of the aftermath, ie my cum all over Kate’s face and chest. We started to plan our next full swap and decided to rent a cabin (with a hot tub of course) in the nearest mountains to us, the plan was to not leave the cabin, cook in, and have 60 hours of no clothes and uninhibited sex whenever and wherever over the weekend but…plans change…

“Hey Kate, you got a sec?” I heard Laura say over speaker after giving Kate a call.

“Yeah what’s up babe, Dave is here too.” She replied

“So…I know we planned it to just be the four of us but what about adding another couple? Don’t kill me! So I have this friend Amy, you guys ha... continue reading

Sunlight sliced through the living-room blinds in hard, slanted blades. My son came home from college with his friend. Two nineteen-year-old boys. They dropped onto the couch, thumbs hammering the controllers, laughter cracking like gunfire. I stood in the doorway and watched.

The friend was tall. Shoulders wide and solid, the way a man carries himself when he already knows what he wants. One look at him and something low in my belly tightened - hot, heavy, sudden. I turned without a word and walked to my room.

The work report waited on the desk. Letters blurred. I sat, but focus was gone. My hand moved on its own - down my thigh, under the hem, across the damp cotton. Not stroking, just pressing, feeling the heat pulse against my fingers. Twenty minutes. The clock ticked. My breathing stayed even. Inside, everything throbbed.

Then I stood. I needed the bathroom.

I opened the door.

He was there, by the laundry basket. My red panties - the ones I’d worn yesterday - pressed tight t... continue reading

Lyokha and I have been friends our whole lives. We shared desks, girls, then the army, and then problems. He married Svetka before me. She's a real beauty. I even had a crush on her at one point, but Lyokha got his bearings quicker. I'm not offended; my life has worked out just fine: Lyokha, two kids close in age, a mortgage. Lyokha is a classic proprietor. While he himself occasionally had affairs, he kept a tight rein on Svetka. She works as a nurse at a clinic, with a schedule of 24 hours on and 34 hours off. Lyokha has been traveling frequently for work in the past year—he's been working on construction projects in the region. So we're sitting in his garage one day, drinking beer, ogling his new car. Lyokha hesitated, then blurted out: "Listen... You're on good terms with Svetka. You could stop by and help out with some small things. What I'm getting at is... I've got an idea. Check it out." I almost dropped the bottle. - What? "Well, try... continue reading

Hi! It’s been a while since I’ve posted but I had a pretty intense public accidental orgasm last night at the gym and so I thought I’d dust off the Reddit account and share with you guys.

So it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid and I haven’t masturbated for 3 days. So my plan last night was to hit up the gym, grab dinner on my way home, watch some shitty Netflix while I eat, shower, and then grab my toy to send me into orbital bliss.

Bikini, boat, and beach season is right around the corner so I thought at the very least I’ll hit up the treadmill and do some core to get me ready for my small collection of new bikinis. I strolled through the rows of treadmills and those that were not taken were either broken or in such disarray that they should have just been thrown away. What the hell is up with these loose fucking treads? Sorry. My pet peeve. So rather than jog for a few miles I resorted to the stationary peloton style bike. I do really love spin classes but last night I just ne... continue reading

She’s 26, lives in a tiny walk-up in the East Village. We’ve been FWB for about 8 months. Super casual, raw sex a few times a week, no feelings, no drama. She’s petite, athletic, great body, and we’ve always been into the same rough/kinky shit.

Last Friday we’re at my place, tipsy, watching the Knicks. She’s trash-talking and bets $500 they cover the spread. I counter: “If they don’t, you’re my free-use fucktoy for the next full 24 hours, starting at midnight. No panties the whole time, every hole whenever I want, and you call me Sir.” She laughs, calls me cocky, and shakes on it.

Knicks lose by 6. Her face drops. She still honors it, that’s one of the things I respect about her. We settle on a safe word knowing that she is probably too cocky to use it.

Midnight hits.

I didn’t even let her finish her drink. Grabbed her by the hair, bent her over my couch, yanked her yoga pants down and slammed balls-deep into her already soaked pussy. She came hard, then we crashed for a few ho... continue reading

This is a 100% true story from my younger days.

When I was 22. I had a summer job working at an apartment complex. I used to help out a maintenance guy who was like 60 years old, and was the biggest pervert. He was about 5’5” and weight like 300lbs. He used to tell me all about his “pokers”, his booty calls. I had never before and since heard someone use that term for a hookup. I still smile thinking about that fat bastard. Even though he could be a dick sometimes, overall he treated me pretty well. I had to basically just do everything for him and I would spend most of my days cleaning out old apartments before they got rented again. Looking back on it, it was pretty gross cleaning people’s apartments. Stains on carpets, sometimes smelling cigarettes and sometimes Indian food, which I love but the smell can get to you. I remember once I found naked pictures of a woman who I used to see at the complex pool and thought she had a great body. She wasn't the most attractive but da... continue reading

God, I was totally fucking up history class this semester, barely clinging to a D and panicking about losing my volleyball scholarship. I needed a savior, so I zeroed in on Ethan, this 20-year-old who lived two doors down in the dorm. He was built like a tank, six foot two of solid muscle from lifting every day, broad shoulders, thick arms, and a chest that stretched every shirt, but he was painfully shy, always blushing and mumbling, eyes dropping to the floor when anyone talked to him. He was a total virgin, I could tell, and that made him perfect for me to satisfy my kinks

I asked him to tutor me, leaning in close during a hallway chat, my low-cut tank top letting my tits nearly spill out, nipples already hard from the thrill.

“You’re so smart, Ethan, please help a girl out?” I said, voice sweet, brushing my bare thigh against his.

He stammered, “Uh, sure, Eva,” face turning red, and I felt my pussy throb right there, a warm slick starting to drip between my legs.

I never wear a... continue reading

My college girlfriend Ellie was, by her own admission, a bit of a late bloomer sexually speaking. Standing around 5’3” with curly chestnut hair and an hourglass figure, you’d assume she’d always had an endless parade of suitors, but the way she looked when I met her was a fairly recent development and she wasn’t accustomed to or comfortable with the attention.

When we began dating sophomore year (20+ years ago now), I was genuinely shocked to learn she was still a virgin given how quickly our physical chemistry developed after just a few days and nights of hanging out. With little money in our pockets, but nearly limitless freedom, it was easy to walk, talk, and cuddle for hours. We fell for each other fast, even by collegiate standards.

From the way she later explained it, the timing of her moving into a house with her own room just intersected perfectly with how comfortable she felt with me. Within a few weeks of our first time together, she went on birth control, I got tested, and... continue reading

So this takes place a couple months after our camping trip and by now my sister-in-law and I had shared some hot moments. I shared these in previous posts but at this point I was thinking about her pretty often. My wife isn't the most sexually active so these memories are my mind a lot..

So this time, my wife and I went to visit her sister-in-law at her small apartment in Chicago. It's a long weekend and she just rents a 1 bedroom place so we knew it would be fairly close quarters. My wife and her are super close, and so it wasn't something we worried about at all.

We flew in on Friday and had a great time, good food, seeing some of her favorite spots, and then had a chill Friday watching a movie together at her apartment. We all cuddled a bit but nothing too crazy. The next night though, we couldn't help ourselves.

On Saturday we had a full day but ended with some dinner and bar hopping. It was super fun, we drank a good amount, and then my wife, her and I ended up back at her a... continue reading

I'd like to share a story that happened to me six months ago. My wife, Katya, and I have been married for six years. She's a beauty: slender, with long blonde hair and a sweet smile that makes everyone melt. But her younger sister, Vika, is a whole other level. Vika is twenty-seven, three years younger than Katya, and looks like an Instagram model: long dark hair, big brown eyes, C-cup breasts that always seem to burst from their cleavage, and a firm butt. She and Katya have similar faces, but Vika is brighter and bolder. I always tried not to stare at her too long when she came to visit, but sometimes my fantasies would creep in—especially after a few drinks. Vika lived in another city and rarely visited, but this time she flew in for a whole week—she was on vacation, and Katya had just left for a five-day business trip on the other side of the country. My wife and I saw her off at the airport. Katya kissed me and jokingly said, "Keep an eye on your sister, just don&#39... continue reading

I'd (f23) been chatting with David online for a few weeks before he invited me. He was older — maybe late thirties — sophisticated, articulate, the kind of man who seemed to know exactly what he wanted. Our conversations had gotten progressively flirtier, more explicit, until one night he asked if I'd like to come to a party at his place that weekend.

What kind of party? I'd typed back.

There was a long pause before his response came through.

*I want to be honest with you. It's a sex party. You're welcome to just watch if that's all you're comfortable with. No pressure, no expectations. But I think you'd enjoy yourself.*

My heart had started racing as I read his message. I'd thought about things like this before, fantasised about them late at night when I touched myself, but actually going to one? That felt like crossing a line from fantasy into reality.

*I don't know,* I typed. *I've never done anything like that.*

*I know. That's part of why I'm inviting you. I think you're cur... continue reading

Broke as usual so I started babysitting a couple nights a week in my apt complex to make some extra cash. One of them is this single dad with his super cute 8 year old daughter. I always been drawn to older guys anyway, so I figured why not also offer the dad some extra "benefits" that a young single woman could offer. hehe. He deserves some action after dealing with his single dad life and raising such a sweet kiddo. lol. And I def wouldn't mind him fucking me. He's sooo hot with that salt and pepper look.

First time I babysat he came home late, I was on the couch, he sat right next to me instead of going straight to bed. We ended up kinda snuggling without really meaning to, my head on his shoulder, his arm around me casual like. I felt him get rock hard against my thigh. We talked a little, nothing crazy, but the tension was there.

Since then I've been going full slut. Showing up in the tiniest yoga shorts and crop top no bra, showering at his place and always hinting to him he's... continue reading

Everyone loved my last post, and I've never been able to share these stories so glad to hear people are interested. For reference, this was a few years ago now but, my sister-in-law and wife are very close. Based on my last post, we'd started to explore each other a bit and this time things went a bit further

Me, my wife and her sister went camping for the weekend and brought our tent. We'd shared rooms before and so it wasn't weird to share a tent. We each packed our own sleeping bag (my wife and I don't have one of those big two-person ones yet), and headed out for the weekend. This was the first night up there, so we'd set up camp early after the drive, had lunch, and went for a hike before hanging out at camp. We played some board games, chatted by the fire and cleared a few bottles of wine. It was a fairly crisp weekend in September so the weather was perfect to stay up late, drink and hangout.

Now, my sister in law was giving my looks across the fire for most of the night. The... continue reading

This happened a few years ago when I was a student. I volunteered at the student bar every other Friday. You get free beer and a pizza, which was more than enough incentive for me back then.

I don't like serving, so I usually only do the set up and clean down. I usually stand outside, chatting with the security (the bar gets busy enough that we needed security).

2 girls come out for a smoke and start chatting with us. They were both pretty drunk, just chatting shit. One of them recognised me from inside, she asked why I wasn't behind the bar. I told her, I don't like dealing with drunk people, before gesturing to her friend, who was trying to get the security guard to give her piggyback.

I don't think she got my hint. She asked if there was somewhere she could get water. I grabbed her a bottle from inside. She took out a suspicious pill and I said "woah you can't take that here". Thinking it was drugs.

She said "it's my birth control lol". I went bright red, she and her friend both... continue reading

I wasn’t planning to sleep with anyone that night.

Okay, I *wanted* to, it had been way too long but the night was supposed to be about my best friend Ava. She’d just dumped her boyfriend (or he dumped her, whatever), so we went out to get her drunk and dancing and laughing until she forgot about him. Shots. Loud music. Sweaty bodies on the dance floor. Classic girls’ night.

By midnight Ava was finished. She was slurring, giggling, then suddenly quiet in the Uber, head against the window, completely passed out. Mission complete.

When we got back to her apartment, she flopped onto the bed like a rag doll. I pulled off her tight top her big boobs basically fell out then tugged down her shorts and panties so she’d sleep comfortably. I tucked her under a blanket. She has an amazing body, but I’ve seen it a million times. No big deal.

Now it was my turn. I stripped out of my own party clothes, grabbed her silky white robe from the hook, and didn’t bother putting underwear on. Why would... continue reading