Back when I was a junior in college, I had this no-strings FWB named Adam. We’d hook up whenever the mood struck super casual. He was sweet, hot without his clothes, and insanely good at going down on me. Usually I’d head to his place, we’d fuck, then join our friends for parties or bars. If he just wanted a quick blowjob, I’d swing by, drop to my knees, and take care of him no complaints.

One night he scored us invites to a semi-fancy alumni event at the college hall (free wine, yes please). I wore this flirty red-and-white cocktail dress, low-cut enough to show some cleavage, paired with heels. Right before we left his place, he had me bent over the couch dress bunched around my waist, tits spilling out, panties at my ankles. When he was close, I knelt and let him finish in my mouth. Swallowed it all, quick cleanup, barely touched up my lipstick. Perfect.

At the event I only knew a handful of people, and they were busy networking, so I wandered, sipping wine. Ended up chatting with... continue reading

You know when it’s taking you a little too long to cum so you go to ‘that memory’ to try to get yourself across the line? This is mine, lol.

Two years ago I \[then F23\] was traveling in Peru for 10 days (I think) with a close friend of mine \[M24\]. We’d known each other since college, but had always been platonic. We were both in relationships through most of college, but also I just didn’t really see him like that.

Anyway a year or so after graduating we both wanted to go to Peru for the mountains, food, and to practice our Spanish. I was dating my ex at the time we booked but he didn’t want to come (think chicken nugget and pizza-only kind of person, lol), but we broke up about a month before the trip. Originally two of my friends were supposed to join but they had to back out at the last minute due to a family emergency with one of the pair. So it was going to be just me and my friend, who was about 8 months single. Truly did not think anything was going to happen, even though... continue reading

My name is Alexey, I'm thirty-two, and I'm a regular office guy—not a muscle man, not an alpha male, just a husband who loves his wife Olga more than anything in the world. We've been together for six years, and our sex has always been normal: gentle, predictable, a couple of times a week. But Olga... she changed after we started going to this new fitness center on the outskirts. She's twenty-eight, and her body is on fire: firm C-cup breasts, a flat stomach, a round ass that I loved to squeeze at night. She's always been active, but when that black trainer Darius showed up, everything went to hell. Darius was a monster. Two meters tall, shoulders wider than a doorway, skin the color of dark chocolate, muscles rolling beneath him like steel cables. All the women in the gym were staring at him, and he'd smile that toothy grin and say in a deep bass voice, "Lady, let's do another set." Olga signed up for his personal training a month ago. At first,... continue reading

I’ve been friends with a girl (we’ll call her Natasha) since high school. We would always hang out but never dated or slept with each other but we’re incredibly close to each other and that relationship continued after high school. She had an amazing body, big ass and big tits but I never tried anything with her not wanting to make things worse.

After high school we continued to see each other periodically. One morning she invited me over for coffee and I happily went. We chatted for a bit and then she began to tell me about her new boyfriend and how he really wanted to do anal but she had never done it before and was scared. Unfortunately for me, this got me thinking about fucking her big ass and I couldn’t help but slowly get hard. As she continued talking i seen her glance down and have a shocked expression on her face. She asked “my god are you getting hard thinking about me getting fucked?”

I blushed and said “sorry I couldn’t help but imagine fucking your tight ass especially... continue reading

In true Fuck Around and Find Out fashion, my roommate Vincent thought he was going to satisfy his fantasy of being in an open relationship and reaping all the rewards. His girlfriend Lisa wasn't into the idea of him sleeping with other women for a long time, but when Vinny decided to give her an ultimatum she felt pressured and eventually agreed.

At first I thought it was going to be a nightmare for them because Vinny was meeting up with a couple friends he knew online, he's a huge gamer and big anime nerd with a big group of friends he hangs out with on his computer. Lisa's friends tried for more than 6 months to get her to date or go out to the club with them. I learned as she spent more time at our house that she was a homebody, Vinny has lived in my house for almost a year and they've been dating for 6 years. He's also the younger brother of one of my old teammates so he's been a little bro to me for a long time.

When Vinny would spend all day on his computer in the basement, han... continue reading

When I was young, my brother had this teammate named Sebastian who would come over to our house all the time. It was always after their Basketball practices or games, and he'd hop in our shower to rinse off the sweat and dirt before joining us for dinner. Sebastian was always so nice to me, smiling, asking about my day. Treating me like I mattered even though I was just the little sister tagging along. He was my brother's best friend back then, this towering guy at least six-foot-three, built like a wall of muscle. But what really stuck with me, what I couldn't shake, was how huge he was down there. Even through his loose shorts or jeans, I could see the outline of his cock snaking down his thigh, thick and heavy.

We lived in this old house, the kind with wooden floors that creaked and doors that never stayed shut unless you slammed them hard. One afternoon, I came home early from school and headed straight upstairs to my bedroom. As I passed the bathroom, the door was cracked open, j... continue reading

I think many women have this one friend that they’ve kind of accepted a friendzone with. Like, on paper, a candidate to at least see the inside of your bedroom and your kinky underwear collection, on the other, they’re just… In this case, ‘Ryan’.

I’ve been friends with Ryan for a few years. Lately, I’ve noticed him flirt with me more, even progressing on from “I would” to, “you’ve been squatting lately.”

He’s seen me in a bikini, in the gym, everywhere really, well, most places.

Alongside the fact that I flirt back, we both haven’t made a move to sleep with each other. I’ve been minimal, until NOW.

I needed two things… Confirmation that he saw me that way, and secondly, an opinion on an outfit I wanted to buy, so hey, I combined the two.

We met for coffee with another friend, who had to go midway through. I asked Ryan if he could give me an opinion on an outfit, it’s actually some semi-formal wear that I was looking to buy for an interview I have coming up.... continue reading

I fucked my aunt for the first time because of a Tinder glitch. It wasn't the last time.

Okay, it wasn't technically a glitch. I swiped right on purpose. But "glitch" sounds better than "I saw my aunt's profile and something in my brain just completely short-circuited," so let's go with glitch.

My name's Luke. I'm twenty, I work out five days a week, I have a decent job at a warehouse that pays enough to cover gas and beer and the occasional bar tab, and up until about four months ago I had a girlfriend named Cassie who was sweet and boring and completely incapable of keeping up with me in bed. I'm not proud of that last part. I'm just being honest. You're going to want me to be honest for this story.

I made the Tinder account because Cassie and I had been running on fumes for months. No-face profile, just my arms and chest in the bathroom mirror, the kind of profile that gets matches before you even finish setting it up. It worked. I was seeing someone new almost every week, nothin... continue reading

I hate reserved seats. That smell of boiled chicken and other people's socks, mixed with the vibration of the wheels. But cheap tickets to Adler left me no choice, and my husband, Seryozha, as always, insisted: "Why are you acting like you're not my family? Let's sit here, have some vodka, it's romantic." Fucking romantic. Seryozha was already drunk by the third stop. He'd grabbed a bottle of Belenkaya at the station and sipped it while eating dried vobla until his eyes went wide. Now he was snoring on the top bunk, his arm dangling, and I was simply embarrassed. Embarrassed in front of my fellow passengers. And my fellow travelers were distinguished. Down below, across from me, sat two guys. They were about twenty-five to twenty-seven years old. Muscular, clean-shaven, wearing tracksuits. Judging by their conversation, they were heading to Krasnaya Polyana, either to grill shashlik or for some shady business of their own. The big guy with the "Wind R... continue reading

Chloe moaned softly as she wrapped her thighs around my waist and bucked her hips against my belly, almost against my rib cage. She squeezed tight, with the muscles from horse riding she’d built up all her life, and for a second, I half-expected a sudden loud pop, followed by sharp, unrelenting agony as she snapped my ribs in her quest to stimulate herself against me through her jean shorts.

I say half expected because I was busy groping her generous boobs underneath her sweater while I sucked the side of her throat. I’d sort of dislodged her bra, digging my hands up and beneath it to grip at that warm underboob flesh, feeling around with my fingers until they closed on a hardening nodule of goose-pimpled flesh. When I tweaked it, she yelped, and I responded by kissing her neck even harder.

After nearly an entire semester’s worth of flirting and will-we-won’t-we, I finally had my college crush in my lap. It was the night before we all went home for Thanksgiving break and somehow, wat... continue reading

Let me explain. Growing up my neighbor, Carrie, would babysit me during the summer when school was out. She drove me to practice and things. She was 4 years older than me. She was my first crush. She was naturally beautiful. She had blond hair and blue eyes. She was so sweet to me. We would play games, walk to the park or just hang out. She gave me 100% of her attention. I would say I was in love. I was for sure smitten.

She would take me to the community pool to swim. Her friends would show up and surround me like I was the center of the world. I may have been 12, but a group of 16 year old girls made me feel like a king.

Carrie was the first girl I ever seen nude. It was by accident. She was changing into her bathing suit and didn’t get the bathroom door latched. If the door didn’t latch it would creep open a few inches. I walked in thinking the room was empty, and there she was completely naked. She turned to me and let me have a long look. After a few moments she laughe... continue reading

This wasn’t something I had done intentionally, let me just say that before we get started.

I don’t just go flashing my pussy to anyone and everyone, no matter what my penchant for horny monster novels might lead you to believe. Lol.

What happened was - I’d come home from work, stripped off my skirt and blouse, stockings, bra and thong and hopped in a steaming hot shower to wash away the day and unwind after a busy 8 hours at the office. My muscles were tight and I was exhausted, but the steam and the sweet and fruity scent of my body wash plucked away my aches and pains until I was thoroughly relaxed and squeaky clean.

I got out, dried and dressed in my tank top and the little booty shorts I liked to sleep in, ready for an evening of reading some especially spicy fantasy romance. Fucking perfect.

I swear!! ***just*** as by butt landed on the couch - someone knocked at my door. I mean, it had been at least 20 minutes, but still.

It was just my luck, honestly. I groaned, almost te... continue reading

His name was Jordan, twenty one, total nerd with thick glasses, messy dark hair that always looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and those baggy graphic tees that hid how surprisingly toned his arms were from carrying all those textbooks. We met at a party. I was in my usual attire: tiny white crop top, no bra so my nipples were already poking from the AC, and a pair of shorts that accentuated my athletic legs and ass. He was quiet, sipping a soda in the corner, quoting some old sci-fi movie. Cute, sure, but I wrote him off instantly. Too shy, too nerdy, not the type who would grab me and fuck me stupid. I smiled politely and moved on.

My best friend Mia, though? She zeroed in on him that same night. Next morning she texted me a voice note that made my jaw drop.

“Girl… his cock is huuuuge. Like nine inches, thick as my wrist, and he’s so fucking tender I came three times before he even finished. You need to get a piece of that.”

I laughed it off at first, but the way she kep... continue reading

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