So I’m 19, a sophomore, I used to share apartment with Mark and that was super fun and crazy, now I’m sharing this off campus apartment with a girl who’s honestly a total smoke show. We hit it off day one because we both have zero shame. I grew up in a super progressive, "clothes optional" kind of house, so I’m basically always walking around the place in whatever I want. She’s totally fine with it and usually joins in, so the vibe is always super relaxed and open.

Last Friday night was just on another level, though. I was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, completely naked and just watching some random Netflix doc, when she pings me saying she’s heading back from the bars with her guy. Honestly, I was feeling pretty lazy and a little bit worked up already, so I just grabbed a throw pillow to "cover up" and stayed right where I was. It covered most of me, but definitely not enough.

They stumble in, clearly a few drinks deep and totally into each other. I just wave and go,... continue reading

I travel a lot for work as I’m a tow truck driver and when I left at 3pm my girlfriend amy 32 5 foot 1 180 pound blonde hair 32DD tits curvy body with a fat white ass and juicy fat pussy was on the couch in just some booty shorts and one of my big baggy tshirts and her best friend jessica 31 about 5 foot 3 maybe 160 pounds got some decent size tits I know they r pierced and she has a nice body got some curves to her wearing baggy black track pants and a tight white tshirt no bra so I could see the piercings. So as I left me 32 6 foot 1 some what muscluler more bulk really and my great feature my 9 inch dick hell as Amy sat there she had my cum still in her because before Jessica came over I was balls deep in her.so as I kissed her bye she said they were gonna have some drinks. Was whatever to me it’s Friday night and Jessica just went Thro a break up so I left.

Was about 10:30 I called Amy to tell her I was around the corner from the house if they needed anything but she never picked... continue reading

If any of your know the rush of doing something a bit naughty, something you maybe shouldn't, but you still do. Then you would also know why wearing a skirt to a concert is so fucking fun.

For me it started as dressing in normal clothes and going to normal concert, but as things progressed, I started changing.

There was a particular moment in time where I went to a concert of this indie artist, not even dressed up slutty. Just some crop top and baggy sweats. As I was dancing I felt someone behind me, pressed up. Their dick dancing on top of my sweats. That moment. That is when I knew what I want. That night is a story of its own, today we focus on something else.

My outfit for a concert last week was a tiny skimpy pink top and even skimpier black skirt. We were around 10ish rows in the back and we wanted to get closer. As we were fighting trough the crowd I could feel the familiar "accidental" hand brushing against my ass and I loved it. We wanted to go to the front, but got stuck a... continue reading

I’d been fantasizing about a VCH for months. The thought of that little barbell constantly rubbing my clit hood made me horny every time I thought about it, so I finally booked the last appointment of the day.

I showed up already wet and throbbing. The piercer was tall, tattooed, and had that calm, confident vibe. He explained the process quickly in the private room, then stepped out so I could strip my panties and lie back on the table with my knees up. When he came back and sat between my spread legs under the bright lamp, things escalated fast.

His gloved fingers started cleaning me, but the moment he touched my swollen pussy lips and pulled my hood back to mark the spot, I couldn’t hide how soaked I was. My juices were literally dripping down my ass. He noticed immediately. The professional tone dropped. He peeled his gloves off slowly, eyes locked between my legs.

He rubbed two thick fingers up and down my slit, spreading my wetness all over my clit before sliding them inside m... continue reading

When \[m\]y wife Jane was pregnant with our second child we met a couple (Steve and Ann) at the antenatal classes and became good friends with them. They also had another child about the same age as our eldest, so we would go to each others houses a lot for them to play together.

As the women couldn't drink we got into the habit of playing board games of an evening. We would settle the kids in bed for a sleep over and mainly chat but play various games. This was before the game Cards Against Humanity was launched but we had a very similar type of card game that asked probing questions and revealed peoples secrets and desires. We quickly learnt that everyone around the table was both a bit kinky and open minded.

One question was if we had ever played Spin the Bottle. We all admitted we did and reminisced our past experiences. Steve suggested we should play it. We all politely declined in front of our partners but we were all secretly keen and didn't need much persuasion. My wife was c... continue reading

After that crazy weekend at the cabin, things between Kayla and me did not slow down. If anything, they got even hotter and riskier. We started texting every day with dirty messages. She would send me pictures of her tits or her wet pussy with the caption "this belongs to you now." I was addicted.

Two weeks after the cabin trip, Lisa had to go out of town for work for three days. As soon as her car left the driveway, I called Kayla. She was at my house in less than twenty minutes.

The second she walked through the door we were all over each other. I pushed her against the wall in the hallway and kissed her hard while squeezing her big ass. "I have been thinking about this pussy nonstop," I told her. Kayla moaned and rubbed my cock through my pants. "Then take it. Fuck me in your house like you own me."

I carried her to the bedroom I share with Lisa and threw her on the bed. She stripped fast, spreading her thick thighs wide for me. Her pussy was already shiny and wet. I got on my k... continue reading

This vacation was supposed to be Roma and I's salvation. Or at least an attempt to mend what had been falling apart at the seams for the last six months. Constant arguments, misunderstandings, a cold bed—the standard fare of a five-year relationship crisis. The idea of a wild trek in the mountains was his. "Let's get a change of scenery, test our limits, no internet—just us and nature," he urged me, scrolling through a website offering extreme tours. Tired of the office and the drab city, I reluctantly agreed, not even suspecting how this decision would turn out. The organizer, a certain Viktor, met us in a battered but powerful SUV at the designated spot—a rickety sign marking the border of the national park. He was a man in his forties, lean, with sun-bleached blond hair and a penetrating gaze from his light-gray eyes that made me feel a little uneasy. His partner, introduced as Zakhar, sat silently behind the wheel and nodded briefly, a smoldering cigarette stil... continue reading

This happened last summer and I still get rock hard every single time I remember it.

My wife Lisa and I have been married for nine years. Her best friend Kayla has been in our lives since college. Kayla is 33 and built like a fucking dream. She has thick juicy thighs, a big round ass that jiggles when she walks, heavy D cup tits, and long dark hair that smells like vanilla. Lisa is petite and sweet but our sex life had become almost nonexistent. Kayla on the other hand was always flirty and teasing.

We rented our usual cabin for the long weekend. On the first night Lisa ate something bad and spent the whole day sick. By 9pm she took medicine and passed out hard in the master bedroom. She was snoring loudly. Kayla and I stayed up on the big couch in the living room, drinking wine with the lights dimmed.

"You have been staring at my tits all night," Kayla said suddenly with a naughty smile. Her foot brushed my thigh and stayed there. "You think I dont notice how hard you get around m... continue reading

In college I volunteered at a Christian summer camp with a few other college-aged people. They called us sponsors like it was AA. A buddy of mine, Zack, was volunteering and said I should come along because the camp was in a cool place with spots to hike, swim and there was a plaza with a couple stores where a lot of girls our age hung out. We had an orientation meeting for all the sponsors at the camp that everyone had to attend. I found Zack when I got to the meeting place and he saw a few people he knew that were also volunteering and said we should go join them. We walked over and the group had two more guys I vaguely knew through Zack and three girls I never met. The first one I met was a blonde named Sam, then a brunette named Kylie and lastly another brunette named Lori.

I felt bad when I met Lori because Kylie had my full attention from the beginning and I don’t know if I even told Lori my name. Kylie had an emo type of vibe. Not like crazy, full on Hot Topic, but she wore a... continue reading

“You don’t mind if Chloe stays the weekend, right?” Sophia, my sweet nineteen-year-old daughter, called from the living room, not even looking up from her phone. She was curled into the corner of the couch, legs tucked up under her and toes wiggling in pink fuzzy socks.

Chloe was her best friend, and a beautiful teen just like my daughter.

“Chloe’s always welcome here,” I said. “As long as you two don’t destroy the place.”

Sophia rolled her eyes and flicked me a half-hearted finger. “We won’t. We’re gonna chill by the pool, maybe watch movies, whatever.” She went back to texting, thumbs moving at a rate that had to be unsustainable for long-term joint health.

Jeanette, my wife, poked her head around the corner, purse already slung on her arm. “I’m heading out to see my sister. I’ll crash at her place,” she called. “Text if you need anything, honey.” Her gaze lingered on me. “And you, please don’t let them burn down the house.” She always said that, as if I were some kind of pyroman... continue reading

Ira fundamentally disliked visiting the Mukhins. More than that—every such trip evoked a dull, gnawing irritation in the pit of her stomach, which, as a well-bred woman, she had spent years learning to disguise behind a polite smile. The source of this irritation had a specific name: Vadim. Her husband's old college friend, and also the main witness at their wedding, was the man who had once committed an unforgivable act against Ira, which she preferred not to mention to anyone, not even Oleg. She simply shoved the incident into the back of her mind, sprinkled it with everyday life, and pretended it never happened. It worked poorly, however—whenever they were in the same company again, everything would come back to her in detail: the scent of his cologne, his sticky gaze, and her own humiliating numbness. But Oleg adored these forays of the "old guard"; for him, they were a breath of fresh air amidst his dreary accounting, and refusing him meant causing a scandal with un... continue reading

Back in college I was always meeting new people, whether it was in classes or hanging out on campus. I had a friend named Jenny I’d met playing volleyball by her dorm on campus. She had a break in classes the same time as me and we'd often hang out in the university center to get lunch or do homework until our next classes. Jenny was in a sorority and it was pretty common for us to see her sisters while we were hanging out and I’d met a few of them and they were always pretty nice. Vanessa was not. Vanessa was a brunette with dyed hair making it very dark red. She was about 5’5”, tan and buxom. We met and she was very curt when she spoke to me, but very open with Jenny. I chalked it up to her not knowing me very well yet.

After some time she’d still not really opened up around me much, though I tried to ask her questions and get to know her. She even outright ignored me at times. I always kept a friendly tone in contrast to her unwelcoming demeanor. I started to keep it more cordial... continue reading

It started innocent enough. My daughter, my 22-year-old, and her friend Cassandra had gone out drinking. Well, I guess I should say my daughter had gone out drinking with Cassandra. Cassandra was also 22 but about five months pregnant so no drinking for her. It was my oldest daughter's birthday and she had invited Cassandra to come in from Florida for the weekend. My youngest, 17, tagged along for dinner but dipped out early to a sleepover.

The next morning, I'm in the kitchen having coffee. I was still half-asleep, when I hear footsteps in the hallway. I figure it's one of the girls, maybe my oldest shuffling in with a hangover. But when I look up, it's Cassandra. She's wearing this baggy sweatshirt that hangs off one shoulder and a pair of plaid shorts so short I can see the curve of her ass cheeks peeking out the bottom. She's barefoot, hair messy, looking like she just rolled out of bed.

"Hey," she says. "Your daughter's still passed out. She drank way too much.... continue reading

*[Changed the names of the games to protect the innocent lol]*

Sooo this one happened back when I lived in student housing in college, sort of in the early evening when I was in the middle of some intense doom scrolling on my phone, lying on my bed in a baggy white t-shirt that hung down to my thighs and a pair of long grey socks that came up to my knees.

"It's open," I called out. A few seconds later, the door opened and Lex stepped inside, giving me a sheepish wave.

"Hey," he said. "My laptop died and I need to finish that history assignment. Can I use yours?"

"Sure," I said, gesturing toward my desk. "You know the password, right?”

He nodded, kicking off his sneakers by the door. He crossed the space to my desk and sat down, and I rolled onto my stomach to watch him as his fingers moved across the keyboard.

"What's this?" he clicked on something in the bottom toolbar. “Jesus, Sarah!”

“What?” I asked, my stomach dropping. Had I left my nudes open? A porn tab? “What are you s... continue reading

My wife(24f) had gone out to the bar with one of her friends(25f) from work. Her friend, we will call Kitty came over and they both got ready at our place. I was in the living room watching tv when they both came out of the bedroom all dolled up. I told them they both look great and I’ll make sure they get to and from the bar safely.

On the trip to the bar they both sat in back and were talking and laughing. When I dropped them off I told her to message or call when they were ready to be picked up. I got a hug from both of them, and watched them walk into the bar. I got back home and was watching tv.

Around 1am I get a message saying they are ready to be picked up. Once I got there, you could see both were a little too drunk. They were trying to help each other walk. I got out and helped them to the car. At one point Kitty slipped and when I caught her my hand brushed against her chest.

For context Kitty was about 5 foot tall. Red hair, small but perky chest and a decent ass. Whe... continue reading

So, I’m currently sitting here in a daze, still trying to process the absolute insanity that just went down in my living room. I’ve always been a bit of a wild card, but today took things to a level I didn't even know existed.

I’ve been living in this big house with a rotating cast of roommates for a few years now. Eventually, everyone graduated and moved on, leaving just me and this guy, Mark We’ve always had this crazy tension, and since the house was basically empty, we stopped pretending we weren't both total horn-dogs. It started with stupid stuff, dares during games or betting on who had to do the dishes. The loser usually ended up stripping or giving the other a "stress-relief" session. You know, casual roommate stuff.

But we both wanted more. The problem was neither of us wanted to be the one to "make it weird" and ruin the friendship. So, naturally, we turned it into a high-stakes game. We called it the "Surrender Fund". We both put a few hundred bucks, which was mind you a... continue reading

My dad married my step mom when I was a teenager. She has a son and a daughter who are around the same age as me, just a little bit younger. I always got along well with my step brother, Max. He sort of looked up to me as a kid. My step sister, Stephanie, tho, she was always a bitch to me. Every other weekend I would be bullied by her. She was ruthless. I couldn’t stand her.

We’re adults now and every Christmas her family gets together to drink and celebrate at their grandparents house. The people from out of town always have a bed to sleep in because their house is pretty big. I usually only go to say hi and eat some food, but this year was the first year my brother could drink, so I had a few and ended up staying the night. Stephanie also was visiting from out of town and stayed in the bedroom across from me. We had a pretty good night. Played games with the family. And Stephanie was actually decent. She laughed and enjoyed games with the family like she normally does, but this tim... continue reading

"It's so stuffy," Zhanna kicked the box of shower stalls and reached for the collar of her uniform shirt. "Denis, are you serious? Working my ass off until the morning?" Denis, a young manager with a neat haircut, clinked the metal shutters on the front door, locking the Plumbing and Tile store from the inside. "An order from above. A re-stocking of the entire 'Bathroom Everything' department. And yes, Zhanna, don't slog, just work. The results will determine which of you will become the senior salesperson. I need someone responsible." Kira emerged from behind the faucet rack, wiping her hands with a rag. The curvy blonde, her vest strained against her ample bust, chuckled, crossing her arms under her chest. "Did you hear that, Zhannochka? A responsible person. Not someone who just blabbers." "I'm just talking about what's for sale," the skinny brunette snapped, adjusting her short haircut. "Buyers run away from you... continue reading

Guys, this is MADNESS! A quick overview before I go into things.

Last year, I slept with a sex store worker, her name’s Lucy, and I purposely overshared with her that I enjoy anal play after she sold me a vibrator. We flirted, I left with her number, and went out for drinks.

Lucy’s got a rock chick vibe with gorgeous red hair. I’m older than her at 37. She modestly hides her D cups, which made them the best gift in the world to unwrap. Oh, and petite little me is shorter than her 5”7 stature.

Visuals are important, now you have them.

I have her saved in my phone as ‘Pineapple Pussy’, which re-iterates why I never get that sweet nectar taste out of my head. However, as things go with life, things just became… A little messy. I’ll say her casual fuck buddy was very jealous.

We remained on good terms, although it was an understanding of no more.

Now, you came here to read some utter filthy sex, and as I write this, sipping my coffee with a wet pussy and a hug... continue reading

It happened yesterday May 1st, at Helen’s house for the Labour Day party. The sun was blazing, the garden was full of people laughing and drinking, but we girls had taken over her big bedroom upstairs on the second floor. It was just the five of us—me, Helen, Mia, Sophie, and Lena—locked away from the rest of the world with bottles of cheap wine, music thumping low, and the kind of dirty talk that only happens when you’re a little drunk and a lot horny.

We were sprawled across her huge bed and the fluffy rug, skirts riding up, tops unbuttoned, laughing about the worst fucks we’d ever had. Helen kept refilling our glasses. By the third round we were all flushed and giggling, trading stories that got nastier with every sip. Someone confessed she loved being choked. Someone else admitted she’d let a guy cum on her face in a club bathroom. The air felt thick, charged, like something was about to snap.

That’s when Helen got that wicked little smile on her face. She sat up on her knees, wi... continue reading