Anna entered the gynecologist's office and sat nervously on the edge of the examination table. She was twenty-eight, but she always felt awkward at such appointments. Dr. Sergei, a tall, broad-shouldered man of about forty, locked the door and smiled calmly. "Undress completely, Anna, and lie down. Put your feet in the stirrups. Today is a full examination." She obediently removed her dress and panties and lay down, spreading her legs. The cold metal of the stirrups bit into her skin. Sergey put on gloves, but within a minute she felt his fingers not just examining, but roughly spreading her labia. "Mmm... clean pussy," he muttered under his breath. "And the cervix... go deeper." Anna flinched when, without warning, he inserted two fingers up to her knuckles and began to move them sharply inside. "Doctor... this is too much!" she squeaked. Sergei grinned, taking off his gloves. — Too much? For you, bitch, nothing has begun yet. He unbuttoned his r... continue reading

My husband was away on a business trip, so I had the house to myself. But the new TV arrived and I just couldn't figure out how to make it work. I kept staring at the setup screen with no clue what to do. I decided to call Daniel, the neighbor's son. He's kind of a nerd and always helps with stuff like that.

He started messing with the cables, totally focused. I was wearing a light dress, one of those loose ones, and no bra since I was home alone. He was in shorts and a tank top, and I couldn't help but notice his arms, defined, like someone who works out. The kid's grown up, I thought to myself.

I stood next to him, trying to understand what he was doing on the TV menu. At some point I bent down to get a better look at the outlet, and since the dress was loose, it fell forward. At first I didn't notice, but when I looked to the side, I saw Daniel's eyes fixed on my chest. He tried to look away fast, but it was too late. I saw what he saw. I pretended I didn't notice and stayed there... continue reading

It wasn’t intentional. I just…couldn’t stop myself.

My legs opened a little wider and I rocked forward, placing my hand on his thighs, lowering my shoulders and head toward him. Toward…*it*.

I hadn’t noticed it at first–I’d been too busy looking at my phone, trying my best to act like this was even slightly normal. But as I continued grinding against his mouth, my thoughts grew more frantic, more desperate, and I realized that through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, I could see it; long, hard, and twitching.

*Shit. He's hard because of me, I thought, my mind reeling. Because I'm sitting on his face. Because I’m naked. Because he can taste me…*

Part of me was horrified; this was my friend, someone I'd known for years. I should stop, I told myself. This has gone too far already. But even as the thought formed, I found myself shifting, changing the angle of my hips so I could get lower, closer, so I could bring my lips toward it.

"Are you still okay?" I whispered. "This…looks re... continue reading

She said it casually, the way you say things to your best friend that you'd never say to anyone else. We were on her couch, wine, the kind of late night honesty that comes out when your guard is all the way down. She wrinkled her nose and said she just doesn't like it, never has, and he'd learned to live with it.

She laughed a little when she said it like it was a minor inconvenience rather than something he was quietly starving for. I didn't say anything. I just nodded and changed the subject and filed it away somewhere I didn't fully examine for a while. He and I had always had a chemistry that we both pretended wasn't there because pretending was the only responsible option.

He was hers. I loved her. Those two facts were supposed to be enough and for a long time they were. She left early that night. Tired, headache, kissed us both on the cheek and walked out. Left us sitting there with a half empty bottle and no buffer and two years of carefully maintained distance that started... continue reading

My first girlfriend was Sveta, a 23-year-old girl from Krasnodar who came to Gelendzhik for the summer to visit a friend. I was nineteen, working as a lifeguard on one of the beaches between Kabardinka and Gelendzhik. I'd spend all day hanging out on the tower in just shorts, looking at the sea and the girls in bathing suits. Sveta showed up almost every evening after six, when the sun was less scorching. She rented a room in a private house nearby and came alone, always wearing the same red bikini that barely held up her breasts. She wasn't a model, but she had the kind of body that immediately got me hard. She was about 5'6", with heavy D-cup breasts, with noticeable nipples that always poked through the thin fabric. Her waist was narrow, but her hips and ass were wide and luscious, so wide that when she walked along the pebbles, everything shook and swayed. I silently gave her 95-68-105, and every time she passed my tower, I pretended to stare at the sea, but out... continue reading

i've been doing this long enough now that i've gotten genuinely good at it and i feel like that's worth documenting

the "accidentally" is doing a lot of work in that sentence. nothing about it is accidental. every single moment is completely deliberate and carefully executed. but the performance of it, that's the whole game

the skirt has to be the right length. too long and there's nothing to work with. too short and it reads as obvious immediately and you lose the plausible deniability which is the best part. there's a sweet spot, maybe three inches above the knee, where it can go either way depending on how you move and that ambiguity is everything

my favorite setup is a high stool or a barstool. you sit down, cross your legs, let the skirt ride up slightly, and then at some point you uncross them. just for a second. just enough. then cross them again like nothing happened and go back to your conversation like you're a completely normal person sitting normally at a bar

the window... continue reading

My neighbor, Sami, and I became close friends at a young age. Sami was two years older than me. We played games and explored in a woods. We talked about everything. A tree house was our hangout. It was actually pretty nice and had a door and windows. We would hang in there for hours. We would discuss our hopes, dreams, fears and each other. It was our own private place.

As we grew older we became curious about each other’s body. Due to being older, Sami started to have those feelings before me. She got me up to speed fairly quick. She easily found a way to keep me interested. We played doctor and found other ways to sneak a peek. We thought we invented the, you show me yours, game. It was very innocent, but very exciting too. We both knew we were up to something not allowed, but didn’t really understand why. It is our secret, and it pulled us tighter together.

We laughed at things we see. Sami’s older brother, Randy, was an easy target. We spied on him trying to make out with h... continue reading

So I finally was asked to go on a work trip which has always been an ambition of mine. Who wouldn't want a free trip all covered for work? Let me tell you.. it is overrated. I don't think I had any free time to explore the city and I was pretty much always online or working the entire time.

I ended up travelling with a coworker of mine Lucas who I didn't know very well. We were on different teams and had only had a brief meeting prior to this trip to go over expectations and all of that. He was attractive but I wasn't attracted to him if that makes much sense. I never really saw coworkers in that way.

We arrive and night 1, we briefly go over some meeting notes and end the night early. Nothing too eventful. Day 2, we have a few meetings setup which meant travelling back and forth, calling ubers, ensuring our notes get sent back across to the team while also managing our prep for the next meeting. It was a hassle and I quickly realized what I was in for.. I remember looking out... continue reading

It was already dark outside, and the Moscow-Vladivostok train had just gotten underway. I was going on a two-week business trip and had booked the bottom berth in a four-berth compartment. When I got on, two female students were already there—clearly heading home. One was a brunette, about 20 or 21 years old, with luscious D-cup breasts that were so prominent even under her loose T-shirt that it was impossible to take your eyes off her. The other was a brunette with a slim waist, long, slender legs in short shorts, and a trim, model-like bottom. Both were incredibly cute and laughing at something on their phones. I introduced myself, and they smiled. "Katya," said the big-breasted woman, "Masha," the brunette. They immediately realized the ride was long, so they pulled a bottle of vodka, Coke, and chips from their bags. "Want some?" Katya asked with a wink. Of course I will. An hour later, we were on familiar terms. The train rocked, the night was flying past... continue reading

The sun hammered down as I dragged myself up the driveway, sweat clinging to my back after a double shift that had stretched my patience thin. But my mood lifted instantly at the sight waiting in our backyard: my sister Chloe and her friend Ava lay on lounge chairs by the pool, their skin glistening with oil, barely covered by bikinis.

Chloe lay face-down, her bikini top untied to avoid tan lines, the round curves of her ass barely contained by a thong that disappeared between tanned cheeks, and she wore her blonde hair in a ponytail. Beside her, Ava was on her back, one arm draped over her eyes. She was Chloe’s opposite in every way, pale where my sister was golden, curves where Chloe had athletic lines. Her breasts strained against a top that seemed two sizes too small, rising and falling with each breath.

I peeled my sweat-soaked shirt off, tossing it over my shoulder as I pushed open the gate to the pool area. The metal latch clicked, and both girls turned.

“Hey, big bro,” Chloe... continue reading

petite asian girl here... (5'2", super small frame), and up until last weekend i'd never really dealt with a "too big" situation. i've hooked up with a number of guys my age, but nothing prepared me for this.

matched with a super cute guy on tinder a couple weeks ago. he's 29, white, 6'4", gym guy, super chill in messages. we talked for a bit, swapped some pics , and he was upfront that he's on the bigger side but didn't brag about it. i thought **"okay cool, i've taken 7 inches before, should be fine." HINT: IT WASNT FINE LOOOL**

we set up a date for saturday night at his place after drinks.

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i show up in leggings and a cute top, feeling good. he's even taller in person, built, smells amazing. we have a couple drinks, make out on the couch, things heat up fast. clothes come off and when he drops his boxers... jesus christ. it WAS WAY THICKER THAN ANYTHING IVE EVER TAKEN.. plus it was super long (i later measured with my hand, easily 8 inches+), veiny, the whole intimidati... continue reading

I’m 28 and my husband suggested we visit a traditional nude sauna during our trip to Germany. The idea made me nervous but also strangely excited. We wrapped towels around ourselves and stepped inside the hot wooden room together.

There was already one woman and five men sitting on the benches. I chose a spot and, after a few moments, I let my towel fall away, exposing my bare breasts to the warm air. My husband sat right beside me. I could immediately feel the men’s eyes drifting over my body. They tried to be discreet at first, but their glances kept returning to my chest.

After a while my husband excused himself to take a quick shower outside. As soon as he left, three of the guys were directly facing me. I slowly drew my knees up and let my thighs part just enough. My pussy lips were now completely open to their view. I kept my face calm, pretending I was simply relaxing in the heat, but inside I was buzzing with the thrill of their open stares. None of them looked away; they wer... continue reading

The phone rang at half past ten in the evening. Marina was already lathering up in the shower when the phone vibrated on the shelf. The screen read, "Viktor Petrovich – Dima's boss." - Hello? - Marinochka, hi. Are you still awake? - No... what happened? Is Dima okay? "Everything's fine with Dima. Almost. It's just that there's something we need to talk about, and it's better not over the phone. Could you come to my office now? It concerns his promotion. And your future, too, by the way." Marina froze. Her husband had been waiting for this position for three months already, and Viktor Petrovich was a real dog, everyone in the department knew. But she couldn't refuse. - Okay... I'll be there in forty minutes. She quickly pulled on black lace stockings with a wide cuff, a red thong, a short dress, and heels. "Just in case," she thought, though her insides were already clenching with anticipation. The office was almost empty. Only the... continue reading

“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” I said, looking at him earnestly. “Why?”

He shrugged, a little defensively. “I…don’t know. I just think it's kinda hot.”

“But what do you get out of it?”

He sighed. “Forget it, sorry. I didn't mean to make it weird.”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t!” I said, scooting closer to him on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath our combined weight. “I think it's interesting! It’s always kind of fun to find out what kinks your friends have.”

“It’s not a kink!” he protested. “It just…you know…I read about it and it sounds interesting…”

“Not a kink?” I raised an eyebrow. “So if I told you I wanted to try it right now, you wouldn’t be into it?”

He swallowed, his gaze flickering between my eyes and the bedspread “I…ummm…”

I scooted even closer, our thighs touching. “Because I agree. It does sound interesting. Kind of like a nice way to relax after a day at work…”

“Right!?” he said, his enthusiasm rising. “That’s the whole vibe! I just want to be there for y... continue reading

Hey guys, this is my first time posting here but I’ve been lurking forever and finally I can’t keep this one inside anymore. My hands are shaking just typing it out and I’m still getting wet thinking about what happened last Saturday. I’m Ana (50), divorced for a few years now and honestly my sex life has been nonexistent since my ex walked out. I have two grown kids. My oldest son John is 24. He moved out a couple years ago but he still comes over for family dinners sometimes to catch up.

Last Saturday he texted saying he was bringing his buddy Ethan over. Ethan is 22 and he’s been coming around our house since high school. Always so polite, quiet, shy, but god that boy turned into something else. Tall, strong shoulders from the gym, that t-shirt stretching over his chest, and this sweet boyish smile when he thanks me for anything.

I’ve noticed him more lately, staring a little too long, feeling that tingle between my legs. I know it’s wrong but after feeling invisible for so long i... continue reading

This one goes back a few years, to the Spring post first lockdown, when we all emerged from our apartments with newfound lust for life and a mild drinking problem. It was Warsaw, 2020, the pink blossoms and green shoots on the trees were bringing life to a brutalist concrete city emerging from the long Winter. I was dating Zofia, a local in a similar stage of life to me, both battling through a masters degree at the university, both looking for something a little more serious than casual but not ready to settle down and most importantly both looking for someone that matched our particular freak.

We’d met on Tinder, back when that was still slightly usable and had been been dating (with a minor pandemic interruption) for approximately 3 months when she told me that her best friend was getting married and her planned plus one, a cousin or somesuch had pulled out and she needed an emergency date. Ever the gentleman, and genuinely interested in seeing the madness of a Polish wedding, I a... continue reading

My wife’s friend group has always been close a couple of them had know each other since high school the other 3 rounded out the group in college. They were all sorority sisters etc…. All the couples in their late 30’s to early 40’s. The husbands were there because our wives are all friends. The guys are all still pretty good friends.

Our friends had just bought this house in the valley and it was super cool, backed up to a national forest so real quiet and secluded. They have a heated pool that is just incredible. The have a swim up bar, waterfall , hot tub etc….

We hung out for a while drinking and talking. It was one of those perfect summer nights. The women unofficially competed against each other seeing who could maintain the best body. So they were all in good shape but a few different body types.

Brittany & Abby we’re friends since high school Abby is a runner , skinny athletic build lots of energy. Brittany was also athletic but bigger chest with a big but great looking... continue reading

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