I was in a private room—luckily, my relatives had gotten me there. My appendix had been removed two days earlier, and the puncture site still hurt a bit, but it was already gone. It was night, quiet, and the nurses occasionally shuffled their slippers down the hallway. I was dozing off, sedated, but woke up when the door quietly opened. In fact, I was lying facing the wall, the blanket pulled almost up to my chin. The only light in the room was a nightlight above the door, so anyone entering would hardly be able to tell whether I was asleep or not. I decided not to move. “Come here, there’s no one here, this is a private ward,” I heard a young female voice, quiet, with a kind of nervous laugh. I carefully turned my head, millimeter by millimeter, so I could see what was happening out of the corner of my eye. Three people entered the room: Sveta, a very young intern, about nineteen; a thin brunette I'd seen during my rounds; and two doctors. One was a surgeon of about forty-five,... continue reading

I need to talk about this because it's been sitting in my head and I haven't told a single person.

this happened last year when I was genuinely struggling financially. found a place online, two male roommates, their parents owned it, seemed fine. I moved in a little desperate and it turned out to be the best decision I ever made.

a few months in my income dropped and I told one of them I was having trouble making rent. without hesitation he said they'd cover me until I was stable. genuinely sweet guys, both of them. I told him I wanted to make it up to him somehow and what started as joking turned into teasing turned into me on my knees in his room with his cock down my throat and both of us pretending that was a totally normal way to say thank you.

told the second roommate what happened a couple nights later and that conversation ended with us fucking until three in the morning.

after that things just naturally evolved into an arrangement. they covered my rent and had free use of... continue reading

Me and my girlfriend were 27 at that time. We are together for few years and I know her family quite well. Her sister is 3 years younger, and I found her quite hot even if she doesn't try to much. She is a short brunette with wide hips and nice C-cup breasts. The sexiest thing about her is that she dress really light and short so you often get a glimpse of tits or ass. The mother is in her 50's and she was really hot when she was young, like a nice ass in those trendy 80s Levis jeans and above all large E-cup breasts, hardly unnoticed.

So we're all together, my girlfriend, her sister and boyfriend, her parents and me. We're having a nice dinner, we have a good time and drink a couple a wine bottles. We had a long road so around midnight, everyone is kinda tired and goes to bed upstairs. The house is small so the parents are in one bedroom, and the children in the other.

As everyone is upstairs, my girlfriend lingers in the kitchen and asks for a hug. By the way she kisses me I quickl... continue reading

OKAY SO I need to post about this because I've been dying to tell someone and I literally cannot tell anyone I know in real life

so basically people on here dared me to go to class with my butt plug in and no panties under my skirt and I said I wouldn't do it and then I did it because apparently I have no self control whatsoever 🫠

I picked the least short skirt I own because I was TERRIFIED, like genuinely walking out of my apartment I almost turned around three times, but I didn't and oh my god you guys

first of all the plug. sitting down. EVERY SINGLE TIME. I made this little sound in my first class when I dropped into my chair and the girl next to me looked at me and I wanted to actually dissolve into the floor. I told her I tweaked my back. she nodded. she did not believe me.

and the no panties thing?? I was so wet within like the first hour that I was genuinely paranoid every time I stood up, like I was walking so carefully, taking these tiny steps, terrified that somehow ever... continue reading

Currently in Miami for a long weekend to relax and chill. Over the last few nights, the couple in the room next door to me have been fucking loud and often. Morning. Afternoon. Night.

Each of the rooms have connecting outdoor patios with some sheer linen curtains separating the patios. Some comfy lounge chairs and a table. My late night ritual is usually is to sit out late at night before bed and enjoy a nice cigar. Only wearing some loose shorts. Feet up on a small table. It was almost 1am and they come strolling in and say hi as they walk into their room. We make some small talk. Said I looked real comfortable and that the cigar smelled good. I thank them and ensured it didn’t bother them and they said not at all. Do my thing.

Shortly after that they’re going at it again, except this time they opened their door knowing full well I had a perfect view inside. She peeks out to make sure I’m still there and smiles. Then she goes a few steps in and here in her knees and proceeds to... continue reading

The steam was so thick it was hard to see the face opposite. The guys and I had had a wonderful steam bath, drank a couple of beers, and were now lounging in the anteroom. My Verochka, my beloved wife, brought us some cold kvass. She was wearing only a short silk robe, which she pulled loosely around herself, barely covering her tempting breasts. My friends, Kolyan, Tolyan, and Seryoga, grinned lecherously. In the bathhouse, after the heat, the blood rushes, and desires intensify. Kolyan, the most daring of my friends, grabbed Vera's hand. "Why does your husband let you bathe alone, such a beauty? Let us at least check if you've washed properly." With these words, his rough paw slid under my wife's robe and greedily squeezed my wife's firm breast. Vera gasped softly, but didn't pull her hand away. She merely glanced reproachfully in my direction. But I pretended to be completely absorbed in my kvass. Then Tolyan, taking my silence as consent, came up behi... continue reading

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"So let me get this straight. You want me to turn OFF my A/C."

Becca nodded. "Uh-huh."

"...until it's 85 degrees in here."

Another nod. "Yup."

"And THEN, you want *ME*. To give *YOU*. A massage."

Becca sighed. "I know, I know. I feel terrible asking you to turn your place into a sauna, but my roommates would never let me."

I opened my mouth to respond, but closed it again, contemplating my words. In truth, the thought of steaming up my apartment in the middle of July was strange, but far from the part of the request that tripped me up.

Becca and I had been friends since college. We started out as two peas in a big pod of a friend group, hanging out at bars or house parties or tailgates. After college, we ended up back in the same vicinity at the start of last year. Without the social blanket of a large friend group, we were forced to get to know each other in a more personal way. Breaking down those initial walls was cer... continue reading

I’ll share a funny but great story that developed into a weekly tradition for us from about 15yrs ago.

We are late 40s now, so I was about 30 back then…

One Sunday my husband had an absolutely awful day. One of those days that you just quit and go have a cocktail. You blowoff errands and chores and just quit the day.

So I dressed up in a short cocktail dress and we went to our favorite spot. We had a couple cocktails and he was able to relax…pretty standard stuff. On the way home I asked him “what can I do to make your day better?”…he smirked at me and said “if you’ll just suck my dick for like half an hour tonight it would mean the world to me”. We both laughed and just went on back to our house.

During dinner I revisited that convo in my mind and eventually said to myself “why not? I’m sure it would make his day and I’ll have some fun too”. (I like doing it)

So I turned to him and said “so…why the 30min? Why that length of time?” - His answer was surprising (to me) and simple -... continue reading

So I’m out with my buddies on a Saturday night, just wrapping up at a brewery and about to head home when I get a message from one of my FWBs that I haven’t heard from in a while, Alice. We’d had all kinds of fun together, she loved pretending we were a couple and finding guys to hook up with (stories for later), but she’d found love and things petered out.

“I’m on my way to your place, you should be there.”

Not gonna lie all the memories of our fun flooded back and I had a hard time covering my hard-on in my pants as I paid and awkwardly peg-legged myself out of the brewery. I headed home, messaging back that I’d be there in a few. I buzzed her up into my apartment and she came in without knocking, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard, before finding my cock in my pants and whispering to herself “where the fuck is that cock”. She’s Chinese, and fucking sexy. About 5’3” with the most incredible ass on a small girl you’ve ever seen.

I’m not really in a mood to argue,... continue reading

okay so I need to talk about something I tried a few weeks ago because I've been thinking about it constantly and I feel like not enough girls know this is an option.

I'd read about broken orgasms, the concept of bringing a guy right to the edge repeatedly without letting him finish, which apparently causes him to leak and drain gradually, and when he's finally empty you climb on and he can last basically forever because there's nothing left to come with. I filed it away for a while and then one evening with my fwb I decided to just try it.

I told him I was going to be in charge tonight and he needed to do exactly what I said and he agreed immediately because of course he did.

I started with my hand, slow and easy, getting him hard, and then built the pace up until I could feel him getting close, that specific tension in him, his breathing changing, his cock getting harder and starting to leak pre-cum at the tip. right at the edge I stopped completely. just let go. he made this abso... continue reading

I’ve been exercising a lot lately. Maybe a little too much. Like every other gym person out there, I went too hard, too fast. That’s why there’s such thing as progressive overload. I learned my lesson and decided that I’d do smaller weights and sets, and gradually work my way up.

All this exercise made my body sore. Everything hurt. Recovery was taking longer than anticipated. I decided I’d go to a massage therapist and see if that’d work.

“Take off your clothes, put the towel around your waist, and lay down, stomach first.”

I nodded and headed into the changing area. I took everything off, folded it, placed it on a nearby chair, then put the towel around my waist.

The massage therapist said I could either put headphones in and relax, or we could do some more intense deep tissue work. I wanted the deep tissue work. I wanted to feel relief. I wanted it to borderline hurt, but in a good way.

I saw the massage table in the middle of the room. There was a counter close to the mas... continue reading

This is a real story of a an encounter in the danish capital city Copenhagen (I am not mentioning any names).

Despite their shyness, it is well known that Scandinavian women are way more opened with sexuality than women from other parts of EU. As a foreigner I had only heard from friends their experiences but never experienced it myself…

…until my breakup with my ex. I decided to install Hinge, a local app and immediately matched with a Scandinavian baddy. I am 28 years old.

She was 23, looked very fit, great body and beautiful face with blonde hair and blue eyes. I started texting her as an icebreaker if we should get a matching sunburn together as we both had something mentioning sunburns in our respective descriptions. After texting a bit back and forth we decide to meet up the next evening at a park in the center for a walk.

As soon as we meet and we started discussing & flirting, tension was on. I could sense in the air that there was something. We then went into the close... continue reading

Thursday. I stopped by to see my old friend, German Borisovich—we went to medical school together, but he'd later gone into private practice. He'd opened a small office on the outskirts of town, where he saw patients with the most delicate problems. German was a forty-five-year-old man, lean, with long, musical fingers and a perpetually squinting gaze that somehow made his patients uneasy. His white coat fit him perfectly, revealing a starched shirt underneath. I'd just dropped in for a chat, a cup of coffee from his old Turkish coffee pot—the office hours were already over, and he'd dismissed the nurse. We were chatting about trivial matters when the doorbell rang insistently. Herman winced and glanced at his watch. “Who’s going on there?” he muttered and went to open the door. A girl of about twenty-two stood in the hallway, wrapped in a long cloak despite the warm weather. Slender legs in black stockings and expensive shoes peeked out from beneath the cloak. Her f... continue reading

To start with, this girl was smart, beautiful, and sociable. She was very dedicated but had "daddy issues." She was about 1.58m tall, snow-white, and brown-haired. She was slim and went to the gym; what I liked most about her body was her ass—round and firm.

It was raining hard at the university that morning. We only had one class. The professor assigned a group project; he picked the teams, and I ended up with this girl (M). M and I didn't talk much, though we had mutual friends, and I got along well with her ex-boyfriend (who was in our class). It wasn't that I was actively trying to sleep with her, but at certain parties, her lustful glances and hints about Black men (I’m Black) used to really turn me on.

We didn't have any more classes the rest of the morning because it was pouring rain. The assignment was due the next day, so we had time to work on it. She suggested going to her place near the university. Anyway, I drove her there in my car. That day, she was wearing a dark gray... continue reading

Now Helen was the epitome of a strong powerful and beautiful young woman, a great career with a social life to match.

She was tall, blonde, an incredible figure, slim, toned, a pretty face and just someone who’d stop you right in your tracks. She had an elegant style but wasn’t afraid to flaunt her assets, short skirts, crop tops, tight and flowing high cut dresses that accentuated her long legs and perfect figure.

We matched on tinder and agreed to go on a date, I’ll save you the full details but the date went quite well, we sat at the bar tongues down each other’s throat… so you could say I had an idea it wasn’t going to be a few drinks and go home kinda night!

It wasn’t.

I was feeling quite proud of myself that Helen was all to happy to take me back to her bed and I suppose this is where the title really takes off, you want the juicy and dirty details don’t you?

Well, here you are… Helen is lying in bed her pussy on full display just after my tongue flicked her clit and my... continue reading

I moved to the regional center to attend university. My parents didn't have their own place there, and renting a room was expensive, so my mother's sister, Aunt Vera, took me in. She was forty-five and worked as an accountant at a garment factory. She had divorced her husband about ten years ago, lived alone in a spacious two-room apartment, kept a cat, and, as I thought then, had given up on her love life. I was nineteen. I'd noticed this oddity about myself before. On commuter trains, in lines, on the street, my gaze always gravitated not to my peers with their skinny jeans and backpacks, but to women in their forties and fifties. I was mesmerized by their heavy thighs, clinging to their skirts, their powerful calves, and the large breasts they carried before them like jewels. Their backsides were especially intoxicating—wide, substantial, swaying as they walked. I imagined myself plunging my hands into that flesh, spreading the cheeks and penetrating that most secret,... continue reading

The truth is I first met her when I went on a date with her roommate. I know. So romantic.

But that’s the point, it wasn’t romantic. It was just heat.

I was in her apartment because I was attracted to her tall blonde roommate with long legs and a smile that would light up a billboard. Let’s call her Barbie. Barbie was not into me. She was just being nice to me. And I had spent days fantasizing about a life with the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Couldn’t believe I matched with her.

But she just wasn’t into me. Not really. She invited me up to her place for coffee but she made it clear it was just so I could meet her roommate. Not for sex.

I thought. Okay. I’ve done this part before. Have to pass the test of the roommate. I can do that.

So I met her roommate. Becca. She was dressed for bed. I’m guessing. She was short and chubby. Her hair was in a ponytail, dyed red. Her white shirt with some sort of squirrel on it was strained against her big boobs, her belly peaking out fro... continue reading

I'd seen Bianca at school drop-off and pick-up for years, and we always exchanged easy small talk. She was probably ten years older than me (at 35, I'm a young single dad) and never someone I'd thought of as my type. Her manicure was always perfect, her lashes unmistakably fake, and her lips unnaturally plump (but not veering into duck lip territory).

Even though she was older than me, and not the sort of woman who I usually found myself interested in, I always found her attractive. It’s funny how the busy-mom-rushing-through-the-morning look actually showed off how attractive she was better than the lips or lashes. She was often braless, and in oversized tees and yoga pants. She clearly took care of herself: a shapely ass, soft curves, and the unmistakable signs of having carried three kids - a little belly, breasts that swayed and hung in a way that drove me wild. She was, undeniably, a MILF.

A few weeks before school let out, I saw Bianca confront two girls from our kids' class.... continue reading

I work for a convenience store and I have a few homeless people that come in and I’ve grown attached to some of them. One in particular is a 20 year old girl that’s completely adorable. I had a birthday a while back and she was in jail for something stupid. Today I saw her and asked her since she missed my bday if she’d consider a late bday present for me. She asked like what. I said let me motorboat your titties. She looked surprised I said I’ll even kick in $20 for you. She said hell yeah so we went to the men’s room she took off her top exposing her cute tits. Her nipples are inverted and I put cupped them telling her how much I liked them then put my face between them and motorboated her titties. She laughed a little and I played with them a little more. I had to get back to work but as promised I have her $20 and she got her drink and asked for my number and went on her way.

It was very fun.... continue reading

Okay I'm putting this on reddit because I can't tell anyone I actually know and I need to get it out of my head.

I hooked up with my childhood friend Eli last weekend and it was genuinely some of the best sex I've had in college and I've been thinking about it constantly since. Context matters here so bear with me.

I've known Eli since seventh grade. Earth science class, sat next to each other, he explained plate tectonics in a way that actually clicked and we were inseparable for like two years before high school happened and everyone sorted themselves out socially and we just drifted. Not dramatically, just the slow fade of two people ending up in different friend groups. I ran into him at college orientation and felt that specific warmth of rediscovering something you forgot you liked. We'd been loosely back in each other's orbit since September.

He's nineteen, still very much the same guy. Five-nine, slim, sandy hair that needs a cut, thick glasses, the kind of person who apolog... continue reading