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3,423 stories · Page 1Some context here..I’m 20 and I’ve developed some hip issues mostly from hockey. I decided to look online for a massage therapist, and found this older licensed lady that had really good pricing and long massages. Her website seemed pretty normal, nothing odd, and she has hundreds of great Google reviews from men and women. I called her and got lucky she had an appointment available the next day. This is the first massage I’ve ever had, and I’m feeling nervous for some reason. She went over a few things with me, and told me to undress and lay face up under the sheet. Being my first massage..I’m assuming I keep my underwear on. She comes in and starts with my head and shoulders, upper front body. She was even getting like inside my ears and armpits, my pecs, and then I was a little startled when she moved down to my stomach. She was doing long strokes from my chest down to my pubic region and there was times she bumped into my dick in my underwear. Which is when she noticed I
Thank god for reddit because I literally cannot tell a single human being in my life about this lol. So I tutor kids after school right. Math and reading mostly, easy money, I go to a few houses in my neighborhood a couple times a week. The moms are usually the ones who set everything up but the dads are the ones home when I show up because the wives work late or travel or whatever. One of the dads, not using his real name obviously, was always... friendly. Not creepy friendly though, more like he’d make me coffee while I worked with his kid and then after the session we’d just stand in the kitchen talking for like forty minutes about nothing. He’s maybe late thirties, not gym fit or anything but he’s got these thick arms and a belly that’s not fat just... solid? He does construction so I guess it makes sense that he’s built like that but idk I still wasn’t expecting it. His hands are all beat up from work, calloused with little nicks and scars everywhere, and every time he’d
I'll tell you how I fucked my former classmate, now a neurologist. It all started when I started having some strange pain in my groin. My wife said, "Go see a doctor, stop putting up with it." So, I made an appointment at a private clinic to avoid lines and prying eyes. I show up, sit in the hallway, and wait. The nurse calls out, "Come in, room twelve." I walk in and am stunned. Sitting at the desk is Olya Smirnova, my classmate about ten years ago. She's aged, sure, but not much. She still has the same bangs, but instead of jeans and a sweater, she's wearing a white coat. "Wow," I say. "Olya? Is that you?" She looked up, squinted, then smiled: - Oh, my God. I didn't think you'd end up here. Come on, sit down and tell me what's bothering you. I sat down and began to explain. She listened, nodded, and wrote something down. Then she said: - Okay, let's watch. Lie down on the couch and take off your pants. Well, I undressed.
When I saw porn and started watching some for the first time I noticed my clit and labia were way bigger than most girls in those video. My clit is about 2inch long and I have pretty much of a petite body with small breast. I’m doing combat sport + climbing whenever I can, so my body is also pretty fit. I would sometimes joke with my boyfriend, telling him my boobs are bigger than his (he is muscly+ big height difference, so i believe my boobs are actually barely bigger than his muscles). And I would also tell him that I have a bigger dick, not really talking about my clit but just an imaginary dick that’d be bigger than his. With all that we would sometimes play and act like I’m actually a boy without meaning anything sexual. I believe we just have fun messing with the “rules” or stereotypes about gender. Also I enjoy being a girl and I identify as a girl and he is straight(just to clarify). One night we were both half naked, only wearing underwear. I told him my chest mu
Bots are becoming a growing issue in this subreddit. Yes, they are *going wild* and they are *fucking* over legitimate content. At first, I noticed a trend where there was a sudden uptick in stories from the perspective of a trans woman. Turns out, that wasn't a trend, but a singular account posting long-ass stories on the daily. The storylines do not add up and have internal inconsistencies as well. So yeah, those ain't written by a human. The worst offender though, is a whole network of bots. I have identified 15 accounts so far that post(ed) long stories daily, have similarly styled profiles and all connected via the same referal site to a collection of 4 OF accounts. The stories are again generated and show inconsistencies. I've already managed to get 9 out of 15 bots suspended. (and if the people running the bot farms are reading along: no, hiding your profile doesn't stop me from hunting you down. I'll get those remaining 6 eventually.) And then there's the comment bots. Holy
I (38F) was 19 and spent the night with my best friend. She was the same age, taller, and skinnier. Though we wore basically the same size bra, her boobs were perkier and looked bigger because of the type of bra she wore. She was better at makeup. Her clothes were more revealing. And her hair was always perfect. She had an older boyfriend and he joined us as we watched a movie. We ate some pizza, smoked a joint, and put on another movie. At some point I must have fallen asleep. We were on her queen size bed. It was pushed up in the corner of the room. I was closest to the wall. I woke up facing it, just inches away, and the bed was moving. I could hear heavy breathing. I didn't dare turn my head, but I soon realized what was happening. I didn't want to mess them up, so I pretended to still be asleep. I moved one of my hands between my legs and slowly rubbed my clit as I listened. I imagined what position they may be in and what her sex face looks like. A little while later my fr
Hello everyone. It's me again, and again, the story isn't about me. Or rather, it's about me, but not in the way you might think. This time, the story is told from the perspective of a man—an acquaintance of mine with whom I once got to talking about this topic. He allowed me to record it but asked not to use his real name. Let's call him Igor. He's 34, lives alone in a rented one-room apartment on the outskirts, and works remotely in IT. I'm quoting his words almost verbatim, only editing them a bit for readability. So. It happened last fall. I was working on a project, sleeping five hours a night, and eating whenever I had to. That night, I finished a call around twelve thirty, realized I hadn't eaten anything decent all day, and went to the app to order something. I opened it, chose burgers, fries, and a cola. I looked at the delivery time—thirty-five minutes. Okay. I ordered, went to take a shower, and then sat down to finish watching the series. The
Note: I have somehow been lucky enough to have a lot of sex, so I wanted to document some of these experiences. They are all 100% true (except names). Just as a point of reference, there is nothing at all special about me physically (6'1, 210, shaved head, blue eyes, tattoos, athletic build) But as my friends often say, i have fallen into more than my unfair share of sex than anyone they know- Julie and I had originally met at work, which is probably why nothing sexual had ever happened between us, that and a 15 year age gap. 8 years later and still just platonic friends, she had just come out of an ugly divorce, when she decided to have a baby on her own through IVF. After settling into new motherhood, we had made a plan for me to stop by so we could catch up, as we had both been busy. When I got there, we said our hello’s- damn I forgot how attractive she was. Julie is probably 5’5, 120 pounds, but with a really small waist and the type of ass that women all talk shit about and s
I met a girl on some chat site years ago, and we chatted for a while before ever deciding to meet up. I was 22M, she was 18F. We’d exchanged plenty of dirty pics of ourselves before ever meeting up, and we’d talked about potentially hooking up, but it was mostly just fun and hanging out once we met up. So this girl (let’s call her Stephanie) always brought her friend (also 18F) with her when she came to hang with me and my friends. Stephanie was a little overweight and kind of cute. Her friend Ashley was not as cute, but she had an absolutely smashing body. Not thin, but thinner than Stephanie, and she still had some nice curves, a great ass, and the most magnificent set of tits. Ashley and I kind of hit it off pretty well and we’d flirt a lot and there was definitely some sexual energy. I feel bad now looking back because Stephanie obviously was interested and I just kind of moved onto the hotter friend. But we all hung out together pretty often and had a good time. One night we
We moved into this house in May. It's a two-story building with four apartments, a small courtyard, and parking for two cars. Ours is on the far left, on the ground floor. The neighbor on the right is a man of about forty, lives alone. His name is simple, Sergey. He works from home, does something with computers. I've seen him a couple of times: going out for the mail, taking out the trash, sometimes smoking on the porch. An ordinary guy. Not fat, not thin, short, dark hair. Strong hands. For some reason, I noticed this right away—his hands. The first few weeks, we just said hello. "Good morning," "Good evening." Nothing more. His wife greeted him too, but casually, without stopping. Then one day, I came home from work, and she was standing next to him at the gate, laughing. He was telling her something, and she was listening. I walked over and said hello. Sergey nodded, saying that we had a nice yard, that it was quiet. I agreed. We went home. In the evening
Okay so this is going to sound insane to most people but to us it's literally just normal life at this point lol. So I live in a triple. One room, three beds, three girls. Me, Yara, and Delilah. When we first moved in we tried SO hard to be respectful about it. Like waiting until the other two were in class or showering or whatever to get ourselves off. But this is college and our schedules overlap constantly and the room is TINY and eventually we all just kept walking in on each other. The first time I walked in on Yara she had her hand down her shorts watching something on her phone with her earbuds in and she didn't hear the door and I stood there for a solid three seconds before she noticed and yanked her hand out so fast she almost dislocated her shoulder lmaoo. She was mortified. I told her I didn't care and that I'd literally been doing the same thing twenty minutes ago in the shower. After the third or fourth time it happened to all of us we just had the conversation. Yara w
We were out camping with a few of our friends. One night around the fire my wife wouldn’t stop complaining about how hot it was. She’s a thick girl, soft hips that curve out wide, full thighs that press together when she sits, a real solid body with a soft stomach that folds a little when she leans forward. The heat was just sticking to her. She was sweating through her shirt, the fabric clinging to the soft roll of her belly and the heavy shape of her tits. I’d told the guys before that she gets self-conscious about her body sometimes. She second-guesses how she looks, especially being thicker, and it can mess with her head. So when one of the guys finally goes, “If you’re that hot just take the damn shirt off. Dare you to sit here in your bra and jeans,” I was a little surprised she actually went for it. She looked at him for a second, then just shrugged, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. Underneath she had on this black bra that was barely holding her 34DDD tits. W
Another update to the ongoing escapade between myself, my wife, and her friend! This previous Friday, my wife went out of town for the weekend for one of her friend’s bachelorette party. I came home from work like usual and went about my routine. I message my wife to see if she landed safely, and she had. I let her be as she was gearing up to go out with her group of friends. That evening, Danielle had messaged me asking how I was. I responded and we chatted a bit. She asked how I was doing with my wife out of town, I’m gathering my wife had told her she would be out of town. I stated that I’ve been managing and she started to flirt a bit more. She stated that she was in the bath and sent a photo of herself covered up by the bubbles. My cock couldn’t resist and a started to get firm. I asked her if she was pampering herself from a hard days work and she said she was. She sent another photo with her fingers slipping between her legs. At this point, I pulled my cock out and stroked myse
I used to be SO embarrassed about this and now I'm sitting here typing it out with one hand between my legs so I think the embarrassment phase is over lol Quick backstory that matters: I was going through a rough patch and my best friend and her boyfriend let me stay at their apartment for a while. They gave me the spare room and didn't charge me anything and were amazing about the whole thing and I love them both for it :) What I did not anticipate was how OPENLY they fuck. Like I knew they had sex obviously but I did not know that "their apartment" meant "their sex was happening in every room at all times with doors open and zero concern about volume." The first week I was there I heard her cum through the wall so loud I thought she was being murdered. I walked out of my room and their bedroom door was open and I could see his ass in the mirror going to town and I just turned around and went back to bed and laid there listening and getting wet and feeling complicated about it. It
A comment on a recent post I made reminded me of this one. This happened when I was about 21, so it's been quite a few years I lived in a crummy apartment with my roommate. I worked afternoons and he worked the graveyard shift so I was home alone a lot. I had 2 female friends that I knew from highschool that would come bug me all the time and show up and try to get me to come out with them One of them kind of had a thing with me in school but we never had sex or anything, the other was into me but I wasn't really into her at all One night I had just gotten home from work, it was about 11 and they showed up. They kept telling me they were bored and wanted me to go out and play pool with them and get some drinks. I kept telling them I had beer in the fridge and didn't feel like going out. One of them (the one I had formerly had a thing with) said "come on, I'll suck your dick". I laughed a little and said "you would anyway, are you even any good at it?". She told me she'd never get go
The festival had been going exactly as planned. We’d set up camp close to Louisa (18F) and her friends, partly because I’d been asked to keep an eye on her, and partly because my mates had immediately taken an “interest” in some of her friends. They were more than happy with the arrangement as we helped carry their alcohol from the car to camp. During the actual days everyone did their own thing though. We’d disappear into the crowds, occasionally see them all back at the tent to top up on alcohol levels, then head off again into the evening. It was just before the headline act when I went looking for some food and unexpectedly ran into Louisa. She looked slightly flustered having lost all of her friends and being unable to contact them. There’s like 100k people at the festival, so WhatsApp and texts just doesn’t go through until hours later. I got my food and waited for my mates with Louisa at a pre-agreed meeting spot. The main stage was filling up quickly, so we gave up after a w
The door opens, you come in with your suitcase, take off your coat without looking at me. It smells of the road, perfume, a foreign city. I stand in the hallway, waiting. You finally look—and I understand everything in your eyes. You're not tired. You're not missing me in a human way. You want to. You put down your suitcase, without taking off your shoes, and come closer. Silently. You take my chin and turn my face. You look. I remain silent. You run your thumb over my bottom lip, pressing lightly. I open my mouth. You smile—briefly, without warmth, rather contentedly. "Did you miss me?" you ask. Your voice is low, calm. I nod. You let go of my chin and walk into the room without turning around. I follow you. The suitcase is still standing in the hallway. In the room, you click the locks, lift the lid. You take out something wrapped in black cloth. You put it on the bed. You unfold it. A belt. Leather, wide, with a buckle. I look at it, then at you. You don’t smile.
This happened a few months ago I stop at this gas station on my way home from work frequently and more often than not there is a chubby dark haired girl working the register. She's about 10-12 years younger than me (she's in her mid-late twenties), cute enough face, small tits for her size with a huge ass For weeks she would talk me up in a semi-flirty way and I'd sit and talk to her for a while. One night I had worked late and was coming home later than usual and stopped in. She told me she was getting off in twenty minutes and I made a lame joke about knowing she was going to "get off" which she laughed way too hard at. We ended up hooking up that night at her apartment.Things went great, we both had fun. She called me "daddy" a few times which I didn't love but she seemed to get off from it She bugged me a few more times about hooking up again but I never had time around her schedule. A few weeks later I stopped in and she had a friend she was talking to. I wasn't trying to list
There is this guy I have been hooking up with for about two weeks. His name is Reed. He has a girlfriend. I know that because he told me the first night when we were already in my bed and his hand was already between my legs and I said "I don't care" and I meant it. He tells her he is at the gym. Every time. He shows up at my apartment in basketball shorts and a hoodie with a gym bag in his car and he fucks me and then he goes home and showers and tells her he had a good workout. I find this very funny honestly. Reed is tall. Six three. Big arms. Big hands. The kind of body that makes you want to climb all over it. He fucks like he's running out of time which I guess technically he is. I guess he has only an hour. Maybe ninety minutes if she is not paying attention. So he gets to my apartment and we skip the small talk and he picks me up and carries me to my bed or my couch or once just the hallway wall and he fucks me until we are both done and then he leaves. Last night tho someth
This happened a month ago. We’d just finished a long hike and ended up at a mutual friend’s house for dinner and drinks. Everyone was relaxed, a little sun-tired, and the wine was flowing. At some point Chris casually mentioned that his wife hasn’t given him a blowjob in four or five years. He said it’s his absolute favorite thing, but she finds it gross and likes the control of denying him. I felt my face heat up. Chris is honestly really handsome, and I’m a complete blowjob slut. The thought of him going that long without one made my mouth water. Fast forward, When he went inside for more beer, I made an excuse and followed him. I found him in the kitchen, cornered him against the counter, and without a word started rubbing the front of his jeans. He got hard instantly under my hand. I pulled him into the small storage room just off the kitchen, shut the door, and dropped to my knees on the dusty floor. I yanked his jeans and boxers down, took his thick cock out, and wrapped my li