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I have a single mom that lives a couple of houses down from me that's in her mid thirties. Early this summer she had her lawnmower break on her and asked if I would do her lawn for her and even offered to pay. I told her not to worry about it and just knocked it out for her (it's only about a quarter of an acre lot). So every time I'd mow my lawn this past summer, id head over and do hers too

Over the weekend I was mowing her lawn and she came outside and waved me down. She asked me to come inside so she could pay me back. I followed her in ready to turn down whatever pay she was going to offer and she lead me into her bedroom. I immediately was curious and felt myself starting to stiffen wondering where this was going. She didn't say anything, she just turned and started undoing my pants and pulled my cock out and immediately started giving me some wicked head.

This woman isn't usually someone I'd go after. She's pretty for her age and only 6 or 7 years older than me, we just don't... continue reading

“Mmm…”

That was the noise I made when I first woke up, which, when I look back on it now, is super embarrassing haha.

At that point I didn’t know *where* I was tbh; my eyes were still closed and I had a little drool patch beneath my lips, which were pressed into the fabric beneath my head. My face was warm from whatever was beneath me, and I felt nice and comfortable and safe.

I curled my toes and stretched my ankles out and yawned, opening my eyes slowly.

The room was dark and my head was still heavy with sleep. Slowly, the shapes started to materialise in the darkness and I recognised where I was; Leo’s couch. Leo must have gone to bed and left me here after I fell asleep hanging out with him last night. That was sweet of him. Leo was always sweet, that’s why I liked hanging out and gaming and playing card games with him. He made me feel secure, and in all our years of friendship he had never hit on me, which I appreciated. I yawned again and brought my hand up to the pillow, pu... continue reading

I said this in a different post. In my desire for sex I had made some bad decisions. This was not one of them.

I lived with the same person my first 3 years of college. He transferred out for the last year. We stayed in contact and tried to meet when possible.

It was second semester and he was going home for the weekend with his girlfriend. He asked me to come over and stay. I knew his family so I said yes.

We were hanging at his house on Friday night. The 3 of us, his parents, his sister and her friend plus a neighbor. Soon it was just the 3 of us and his sister. Everyone else left or went to sleep. My friend and his gf suddenly disappeared and it’s just me and his sister.

We talk for a few minutes and I say I’m going to sleep. Next thing I know she kissed me and I instantly kiss her back. We fall in the couch and within minutes are pretty much naked. She starts to suck my cock which was a good time to confirm she is 18.

She sucks my cock, I lick her pussy, suck her t... continue reading

So quick background before I get into it, my best friend and my boyfriend have history, the three of us had a threesome a while back that went extremely well, and ever since then the three of us have been in this ongoing flirty text situation where we're all very aware that we want to do it again except she lives in a completely different province and the distance keeps getting in the way.

It was her idea to FaceTime.

I felt weird about it at first, like logistically weird, I didn't know how that was supposed to work or where to look or what the etiquette even was for this specific situation because I don't think etiquette has caught up to it yet 😭 But me and my boyfriend started having sex first, he was already behind me and going and I was already pretty gone, and then my phone lit up with her name and I just. Answered it.

And immediately it felt insane in the best possible way.

Having her face on that screen while he was inside me, watching her take in what she was seeing, her e... continue reading

I learned a long time ago: all women are the same, some just hide it well. Especially those who pretend to be untouchable and "faithful wives." My older brother, Gena, apparently never understood this. Six months ago, he married a girl named Lera. According to him, she was an angel incarnate: she cooked, cleaned, and, of course, everything was magical in bed. He even invited me over to get to know him, and I finally made the time. I arrived at their country house. They greeted me warmly. Lera really was pretty—short, well-built, with heavy breasts that she was clearly embarrassed to show, but which still drew the eye. She was wearing short shorts and a tight T-shirt, no bra. Her nipples were clearly visible. While Gena set the table, I undressed her with my eyes. My cock stirred inside me, as usual. We were sitting on the veranda, drinking wine. Gena kept praising his little Lera, how she was so good at housekeeping. She sat there, blushing and pouring us more wine. I joked... continue reading

We were from a conservative background in a conservative country in East. Being virgins in our early twenties was completely normal. No one rushed these things. Still, the three of us had been close since college. Me, the girl who would become my wife, and her sister who was one year younger than me. We were inseparable. My SIL was the only one who actually loved horror movies. My wife and I mostly just loved being near each other.

That December the schools were closed and it was freezing. Almost every night the three of us ended up on the big living-room sofa at their house, lights off, one thick blanket over our legs, some movie playing until two or three in the morning. Their parents never minded because we stayed in the open living room.

Usually my wife sat in the middle. One night the movie was especially bad. She kept grabbing my arm every time something jumped. My SIL had nothing to hold onto and finally complained. So the next night they put me in the middle.

The new movie... continue reading

Okay so this is one of those stories where I have to be honest about my motivations from the jump because there was no other reason this happened and I feel like owning that is the right move 😭

Ryan is my coworker. We work in the same team, we get along really well, he's one of those people you actually like talking to at work which is rarer than it should be. He's heard every story about my situationships and my terrible decision making with men over the past year because he's the person I debrief with on slow afternoons. Sweet guy. Funny in a dry way. Very much not someone I had ever looked at like that because he's not usually my type, tall and skinny with glasses and the general energy of someone who knows a concerning amount about one very specific thing.

Anyway I was at his apartment last night just hanging out and he pointed out that my nipples were hard through my shirt which, fair, they were, it was cold and also my nipples are embarrassingly sensitive, like barely-any-stim... continue reading

One night last week, I was sitting at home not knowing what to do with myself. My roommate was out of town and all of my friends were busy. So I said "fuck it" and decided to check out a movie at my local theater. It was pretty late on a weekday, so the theater was dead. It looks like only one other person had bought a ticket for my showing. It had been out for awhile, so it makes sense I guess.

Anyways I got my popcorn and entered the theater. As it turns out, that other person there was a women around the same age as me. She was wearing sweatpants and jacket. She almost looked embarrassed when she realized someone else entered the theater.

I end up sitting just a few rows back from her. The seats in the theater were long enough to fit two people, and recline just enough to be comfortable. As the trailer ended and the movie started, no one else entered. It was just me and this random woman.

We get about 20 minutes into the film, when all of a sudden, the movie stops and the house l... continue reading

Bear with me because there's some background here that matters 😭

I figured out I was bi before I got to college and I'm pretty open about it, which apparently makes me interesting to a lot of people who have been sitting with questions they never had a safe person to ask. I joined the swim team this year and I am OBSESSED with these girls. Like the most beautiful group of humans I have ever been in a room with and we spend a significant portion of our time together in swimsuits which is its own situation entirely 😅

They found out I was bi naturally, just came up in a group chat conversation one night, and almost overnight girls who had been friendly before started finding reasons to be around me specifically. Asking me questions about being with girls, what it was like, whether I thought about them. Asking to room with me on away meets.

I am a helper by nature 😇

The first time was my roommate at an away meet in November. We'd been lying in the dark for a while talking about nothing... continue reading

Okay so this is one of those stories where I have to be honest about my motivations from the jump because there was no other reason this happened and I feel like owning that is the right move 😭

Ryan is my coworker. We work in the same team, we get along really well, he's one of those people you actually like talking to at work which is rarer than it should be. He's heard every story about my situationships and my terrible decision making with men over the past year because he's the person I debrief with on slow afternoons. Sweet guy. Funny in a dry way. Very much not someone I had ever looked at like that because he's not usually my type, tall and skinny with glasses and the general energy of someone who knows a concerning amount about one very specific thing.

Anyway I was at his apartment last night just hanging out and he pointed out that my nipples were hard through my shirt which, fair, they were, it was cold and also my nipples are embarrassingly sensitive, like barely-any-stim... continue reading

Hello everyone. It's me again, the husband. My wife and I are both 34, and we've been married for five years. I'll describe her—she'll be the center of attention today. My wife is a woman with a chiseled figure, a narrow waist, and slightly wide hips, which she's a little self-conscious about, but which I'm absolutely in love with. Her breasts are a B-cup, very responsive to caresses, with dark areolas and nipples that literally harden in a draft. Her hair is a shoulder-length bob, dark and thick. And her eyes are large, brown, which turn almost black when she's aroused, and they squint slightly when she bites her lip. I noticed this detail every time she immersed herself in her "role." Our experience with third partners has expanded over the past year. After the sauna, there were more encounters, and each one added something new to our repertoire of scenarios. My wife has developed a taste for the role of "slut on a leash," but it's s... continue reading

I still remember her walking into my seminar on the first day of the spring semester as though it was yesterday. I’d long since learned to deal with the fact that some students are attractive, but she was another level. Tall and blonde, at once graceful and gawky, seemingly not entirely in control of her long legs, and a wide, wry smile — her mouth was a little too big, in a Julia Roberts way — as if to apologize for being so impossibly hot. Her touch of awkwardness only made her sexier. Her voice was lower than you’d expect, and her default tone was gentle sarcasm. Tattoos on both arms suggested another side to her I couldn’t help but wonder about.

On top of all of that, she had a spectacular set of breasts, buoyant but far too large for her narrow frame. (But, as I later learned, entirely natural). The effect was stunning, and she knew it, but she never relied on it. She was sharp as a tack and didn’t need to be.

I keep my classrooms professional, but throughout the semester I’d of... continue reading

My childhood best friend (19F) and I (20F) were watching TVD, all cuddled up like usual for our sleepover. We’ve basically grown up together, so we’re super comfortable with each other. We were lying on the sofa with her head resting on my chest and her legs hooked over mine. I had my arms wrapped around her like a koala, holding her close.

I should mention I was wearing just a white tank top and panties, while she was in a t-shirt and a thong she’d stolen from me. I was too busy staring at the screen to notice when I felt a prick on my nipple. I looked down to see her biting it, looking up at me with a cheeky little smile. I rolled my eyes and went back to the TV, but then I felt her tongue sliding over my nipple through the fabric. The cotton was already wet and sheer, exposing my dusky areolas. I could feel it deep in my core, and I didn’t bother stopping her, even though we’d never done anything like this before.

I asked her if she was ovulating, and she said yes. That piqued m... continue reading

My FWB and I have been doing this thing for a few months now, just good sex and no feelings and no weirdness which works perfectly for both of us, and that is the only context you need before I tell you what happened last week because it is a lot lol.

So I'm at his place on his bed with my legs up and he's been going for a while and I'm at that point where I've completely stopped being able to string words together, just sounds and his name and whatever noise comes out when he hits the right spot, and we're both a sweaty mess and I'm close and I have my legs locked around him and that is exactly when the door opens and his roommate walks in and just stands there and I'm staring at this guy, someone I have met maybe once at some party, making full eye contact with him from my current position which is legs in the air getting absolutely railed, and my FWB does not stop, not even slightly, he grabs my hips tighter and keeps going and glances back over his shoulder and says something to h... continue reading

This was the beginning of the year and I want to say upfront that I was very sheltered growing up, inexperienced in a way that's hard to explain if you didn't grow up the way I did, and my brother's friends coming over to hang out and play games and sometimes sleep over felt completely normal and safe to me because that's just how it always was and I never thought about any of them that way even though I noticed that some of them were attractive and one of them in particular was cute in a way I tried not to think about too much.

That one ended up alone with me in my room at the start of the year when everyone else went out for food and we stayed back because neither of us felt like going.

We were just talking at first and then he asked what I had and hadn't done and I told him the truth which was not much, basically nothing, and he said he could help me figure out what I liked if I wanted and I looked at him for a second and said okay and what I meant was talk me through it and what... continue reading

Igor had only worked in the sales department for six months and quietly hated his boss, Alla Borisovna. She was forty-eight years old, tall, with a heavy gaze and a habit of muttering her words through clenched teeth. She dressed strictly—knee-length skirts, buttoned-up blouses—but even through this shell, her powerful figure was visible: a wide backside, impressive breasts. In the smoking room, the guys joked that having sex with such a woman was like hugging an iceberg, but Igor sometimes dreamed of her in the most obscene positions. And then there was this remote worker. Alla Borisovna complained that her work laptop was slow and the system administrator couldn't be reached. Igor volunteered to help—the sales quota was hanging by a thread anyway, and a little sweetness wouldn't hurt. On Saturday morning, he was already standing at her door with a flash drive and a bunch of software. The apartment turned out to be unexpectedly cozy. The boss's husband, some important c... continue reading

We’d been drinking in my dorm after the house party. Just me and Maya from three doors down. Cheap vodka, low music, the only light coming from my desk lamp. She kept shifting closer on the bed until her thigh was pressed fully against mine, the thin fabric of her dress riding higher every time she moved. She’d lean in when she laughed, breath warm against my ear, then pull back just far enough that I could feel the absence. By the time the bottle was half empty she stopped pretending.

She climbed into my lap, straddling me, and kissed me slow and deep. She tasted like vodka and the strawberry gloss she’d been reapplying all night. Her hands slid under my shirt, palms hot against my skin. I pulled the dress over her head. Just soft, warm skin and the faint mix of her perfume and the heat of her body. When I pushed her panties aside she was already wet.

I laid her back on the narrow bed and pushed into her in one long, steady thrust. The sound she made was low and broken. She was tig... continue reading

My FWB and I have been doing this thing for a few months now, just good sex and no feelings and no weirdness which works perfectly for both of us, and that is the only context you need before I tell you what happened last week because it is a lot lol.

So I'm at his place on his bed with my legs up and he's been going for a while and I'm at that point where I've completely stopped being able to string words together, just sounds and his name and whatever noise comes out when he hits the right spot, and we're both a sweaty mess and I'm close and I have my legs locked around him and that is exactly when the door opens and his roommate walks in and just stands there and I'm staring at this guy, someone I have met maybe once at some party, making full eye contact with him from my current position which is legs in the air getting absolutely railed, and my FWB does not stop, not even slightly, he grabs my hips tighter and keeps going and glances back over his shoulder and says something to h... continue reading

I’m a 28 yo male, my wife and I separated a little over a year ago amicably. We just fell out of love that kind of thing but we’re still kind with each other and our families which is a good thing since we have children together.

About a month ago I broke my hand at work and had it locked in a cast for about 6 weeks. Since I wasn’t able to do anything like button up my own pants my ex mother in law volunteered to come stay with me for awhile and help me out especially on my weeks with the kids since we are kind of far from my own family. We had a lot of slip ups since we weren’t very used to living together. There was a couple times I’d walk out into the kitchen for a drink in the middle of the night and she would be out there in her underwear or just a baggy shirt doing the same thing. There was also more than a couple instances I’d walk out of my room in the morning in just my underwear sporting full morning wood forgetting that she was also there.

One night about 3 weeks in I caug... continue reading

I travel a lot for work, usually just a few days here and there in either North America or East Asia, with my favourite places in the world being China and Japan, so when an opportunity cropped up to spend a whole quarter in Japan I jumped on it, dropped my rental and upped sticks halfway across the world.

Now I work in an industry thats heavy on broker and sales relationships, which means a whole lot of boring and not-so-boring meetings, handshakes and getting to know people that I generally only want to make money off of. Japan has been a fun if not slightly uptight version of all of this due to the amount of inter country travel I’ve needed to do either by myself or usually with a few coworkers.

Most of my colleagues are older slightly chubby men, now thats not really my type so I’m going to skip over that trauma inducing image to talk about Shiori.

She’s about 5’3 and slender in that kind of graceful and pretty way. To match that petite frame she has nice, perfectly proportioned... continue reading