I stood in the corner of his office, barefoot, wearing only a simple cotton shirtdress that barely reached mid-thigh. My hands were clasped behind my back, my chin raised—exactly as the Master demanded when we were in his workspace. He called it "the attention pose." And I hated waiting more than anything in the world. "You distracted me today," he said, not looking up from his papers. His pen scratched against the heavy paper, the only sound in the quiet office. "You knocked on the door three times, even though you knew I was busy. You put your impatience above my orders." I swallowed. The dark wood walls of the office seemed to weigh me down, and the smell of old books and candle wax only reinforced the feeling that I had done something unforgivable. “Look at me,” he ordered coldly. I turned my head and met his gaze. He sat behind a massive oak desk, wearing a pristine white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows—his workaday appearance always made... continue reading

Another story from when I was in college, which I'm sure surprises no one if you've read any of my other experiences. The sexy parts start after the **\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*** if you want to skip the build up.

Like many colleges, mine had an exchange program between several countries. Sweden, Korea and England were the 3 I was familiar with because I had classes with people from those countries in my major. In general, I didn’t get to know many exchange students very well. I did, however, have a class with a girl named Yoo. From what I understand, many Korean exchange students will adopt an American name as a way to adapt to the culture, so Yoo went by Julie. Julie was learning English by immersion. She spoke just enough to communicate with her classmates.

Julie sat by me in class and anytime we had group work I asked if she wanted to be in whatever group I was in. Sometimes she joined and sometimes she didn’t, but she always worked hard on her parts and we’d help her fill in gaps if... continue reading

My best friend was always dating these girls much younger than him, and then would complain that he wasn’t getting any action from them. I knew the type of girls he was into weren’t exactly the outgoing, sexually open types. They were smart, bookish, cute but not hot. They had the look of the girl in the geek-to-prom queen rom-coms, if you know what I mean. Every time it ended he’d mention how far he’d gotten with them, usually like “she only jerked me off once” or “she wouldn’t even suck it”.

One time we were getting coffee and he was downloading another handful of dates that went dry, I just asked if he wanted to have sex with me when we got to my place. He stopped mid-step “sorry, what?” he asked.

It’s just sex, I said. If it gets you over the hump, let’s do it.

He didn’t ask any more questions and when we got to my place we took off our shoes, hung up our coats, and then I just continued to undress. I peeled off my sweater, then turned to face him in just my bra. “Well?” gest... continue reading

On Friday I had a date booked in with a guy I’d met from Reddit. I’ve posted a few stories about him as we’ve met a few times, but this was the first time we’ve ever actually had a dinner scheduled instead of just meeting at one of our flats. I work from home Fridays so spent most of the afternoon getting ready, had a few drinks to calm the nerves and put on a red dress I’ve been saving for a special occasion.

He came to pick me up a couple of hours after work, and the minute I got into his car his hand was glued to my thigh. The dress was pretty short so without even needing to try his hand was basically already at my thong. The restaurant was about a 30 minute drive, we spent the first 10 minutes just chatting and then it turned a corner and I spread my legs and was getting fingered on the M25! He was overtaking cars and lorries so if anyone had looked over they would have been able to see everything! I kept my hands to myself whilst he was driving but I did play with my tits whils... continue reading

I’m not sure if most women are freaks or if I just keep getting blessed and put around them. I’m tall and handsome but some stories I have seem like make believe. Any input on this?

Anyways, about the airplane. Was traveling from Shanghai to Chengdu China, and when I boarded the plane I was in the very last row of seats and saw I was next to a hot girl wearing short shorts. Casual conversation started quickly and lasted longer than expected because the flight was delayed after we were already boarded because of rainstorms.

the conversation shifted to flirty and playful and at some point she told me she liked white guys. soon after we were kissing and making out but since was on plane it was for short seconds at a time. we got a blanket out and she gave me a handjob while I fingered her . Both of us were doing slow movements to not look obvious .

We decided we would fuck once the plane was in the air. We went into a bathroom and it was very small space. She leaned Over the toilet a... continue reading

The disadvantage of being in management is at some point in your career you will get whisked away on a corporate team building weekend which typically involves 6 people balanced on a barrel trying to get to another barrel 8' away with only a 6' plank in freezing cold rain. I have had the misfortune to be on three of these with different companies but my favourite would be the last one a few years ago.

This one was in summer for a change and as well as the stupid tasks we were sent on a treasure hunt/glorified orienteering task. I was in a group of 4, 2 women and another guy. All middle aged and fairly unfit we were all quickly suffering from the heat. A couple of hours in and we were sweating our bollocks off and totally lost interest in winning the challenge so agreed to take a rest.

We were in the middle of nowhere by a river. It was shallow with crystal clear water gently rolling over the stones. We took of our shoes and went for a paddle to enjoy to cool water. We wondered along... continue reading

My ex-boyfriend was the best lover I’ve ever had. He’s the most handsome man I ever knew. He had the perfect body. His cock was the perfect lenght and girth, and he knew what to do in bed. He was the only guy I had ever been with that could make me cum from fucking me alone. I loved that man and loved fucking him. He was perfect.

However, he suffered from anxiety and self-doubt. He wasn’t sure of himself in most everything in life, and that carried over to the bedroom.

I told him constantly how great he was, how sexy he was, and how amazing he was at fucking me. But he never seemed to believe it. He was never convinced. I wanted to try and find a way to show him I truly meant what I said and to do so in a way he would finally believe.

I decided to share him with one of my friend. I knew that if she complimented him he would finally believe it. She was a good friend of mine, and I always knew she found him attractive. I asked her one night if she would like to fuck my boyfriend, and... continue reading

My wife's name is Karina. She's thirty-one, but looks twenty-four at most—a slender brunette with long hair down to her waist, expressive brown eyes, and full lips. She has B-cup breasts, but very firm, with large, dark nipples that always protrude. She has a flat stomach that tapers to a shaved pubic area with a thin strip of hair. Her labia are well-groomed and tightly pressed together. She has a round butt with a small anus that I sometimes fuck on holidays. Her legs are long and flowing—her measurements are 88x58x92. We've been together for seven years. Karina works for a large IT company, managing the testing department, and she has a team of men. The team is young and ambitious, all between twenty-five and thirty-five. The company planned a corporate retreat for late November at the Sosnovy Bor country spa hotel, an hour's drive from the city. The two-day program included a conference, team building, spa treatments, and an evening banquet. Wives and husbands we... continue reading

I know how bad this sounds. I know. But it happened and I can't take it back and honestly? I don't want to.

My sister Sarah is 24. She's been dating this guy Jake for about two years. He's 26, works construction, has those thick arms and that stupid jawline that makes you look twice. I've lived with Sarah for the past few months after my dorm situation fell through, so Jake is over a lot. Like, a lot a lot.

I'd be lying if I said I never noticed him. He'd walk around their apartment in just gym shorts after his morning run and I'd pretend to be on my phone but I was watching. The way his back muscles moved. The way his shorts hung low. One time I "accidentally" walked into the bathroom when he was brushing his teeth in just a towel. I saw the outline. I went to my room and touched myself thinking about it for an hour.

But I never thought anything would actually happen.

Last Friday, Sarah had to work a late shift at the hospital. She's a nurse. She left around 6pm and said she would... continue reading

About 10 ago, before we were married we took a road trip with two friends, a couple, through the National Parks in Utah. We spent a few days in each camping and hiking, it was an incredible trip. We were all broke so this was a great experience while stretching dollars.

Coming out of it we were dirty, tired, and longing for central air and a shower. We agreed to splurge and split a hotel room for two night to rest and reset. The first night was nothing special, exhausted showers, pizza and Seinfeld.

But after a 2-ish weeks without a release, I was feeling frisky. My wife wasn’t exactly onboard with a shower quickie with friends nearby, but she gave me a squeeze or two and said “behave”

I went to bed a little wound up.

The next day we ventured out for some exploring in the little city we were in, and again, pizza. Showers. Sleeping and resting.

We were snuggled in our bed, our friends in theirs. I was horned up and my wife was letting her hands wander a bit discreetly, slowly... continue reading

I’ve always been the type of wife that believes, in a funny way, that how you treat husbands is very easy. And this is outside the obvious requirement for deep connection, friendship, intimacy, and great sex that follows.

But at its core… If you fuck them, suck them, and feed them daily…You will have one happy husband. It’s a model I’ve lived by for years that has served my marriage well. I’ve even joked that part of his success in his career is because of it.

This afternoon…I got in my car at work and drove over to my husband’s office…Walked in his office, shut the door and handed him a lunch that I picked up on the way…Got on my knees and sucked the life out of him for 10min.

Then I just got back on my feet, kissed him and said “have a nice day” - and came back here to my office, quite pleased with myself.

And now I know I have one very happy and relaxed husband. And that makes me happy. I’m sure the rest of the day will be a good one.

Married many many years. :)... continue reading

i went hiking alone earlier today, which i do sometimes when i want to think about nothing. wore a sundress because it was hot and i don't like being sticky and uncomfortable. i also, and this is important, did not put underwear on. which was a choice i made very casually while getting dressed and then thought about for the entire drive to the trailhead. not regretfully or anything. just. aware of it. aware of every little bit of breeze. very consciously enjoying the situation i had put myself in

the trail was quiet. maybe two or three people total, both going the other way. nothing happened for the first mile or so except me being extremely physically conscious of what i was and wasn't wearing and enjoying that more than i probably should have

there's a flat rocky overlook spot halfway up where you can see down into the valley and i stopped there for a while. the breeze was hitting and i was aware of everything and feeling kind of reckless and good and not in a hurry to move

a guy... continue reading

I’ve always kind of known I was a slut. Even before I ever did anything for real, I was constantly thinking about it. I’d sit in class and daydream about being used, or walk around in little crop tops and short shorts pretending I didn’t know guys were staring. But I knew. And honestly, I loved every second of it.

I’m 18 now. Petite, blonde, with perky C-cups and a body that gets stared at almost everywhere I go. I still live at home, and something about acting sweet and innocent while secretly being the biggest slut just turns me on so much. It makes everything feel hotter, like I’m getting away with something.

That’s exactly how I felt the night I walked across the street to my neighbor’s garage. He’s older, probably mid-twenties, super hot, kinda rough looking, and he’s always given me these looks. Like he knows I’m trouble. That night, he had a few friends over and they were drinking in the garage. I showed up wearing tiny shorts and no bra under my hoodie. I said I was just look... continue reading

**Everyone in this story is over 18 years old.**

Hi everyone. Sorry in advance if this isn’t the longest orraunchiest story out there, but I really wanted to share and maybe even get some advice. This happened over the weekend between myself and my longtime family friend, Brianna.

Some background: Brianna and I’s parents are best friends from before we were born. When Bri and I were in preschool, our families moved into the same neighborhood, so from that point on we pretty much grew up together. We’re only a few weeks apart in age. I’m an only child, she has one older brother (who graduated college and is living on his own).

Bri and I have always been close, not exactly like brother and sister but maybe cousins. We were really close as kids, but stopped hanging out for most of middle school. Back then our parents made a lot of jokes, asking if she was my girlfriend, if we were gonna get married, etc. It made us kind of uncomfortable and so for a while, we didn’t really see each oth... continue reading

I hated all the pre-wedding chores. My best friend had decided to throw a big ceremony, and as best man, I was forced to wear a tuxedo. Not just buy one, but have it custom-made at some fancy tailor. A nasty autumn rain was drizzling outside, and the prospect of hanging around for an hour or two while they took my measurements was depressing. The Velvet Atelier was located in the basement of an old mansion. Inside, it was dim, cozy, and cramped with endless rolls of fabric. I gave my name to the receptionist, and a minute later she came out to meet me. Her name was Elvira. She couldn't have been more than twenty-eight, but she carried herself with that calm, slightly haughty grace that comes from women who know their worth and their craft. Her jet-black hair was pulled back into a high, sleek ponytail. A strict black pantsuit clung to her figure, emphasizing her slender waist and the sharp curves of her hips. Underneath the jacket, she wore an ivory silk blouse, and I could have... continue reading

These past months I've been tutoring a girl in biology. She's on her last year of high school and needed help with the subject, and since I'm studying biochemistry I thought I'd help her out.

For the most part the classes were completely normal, we just solved problems in her room and occasionally took a break to chat. Even though I tried to keep it as professional as possible I noticed every now and again she would compliment how I looked, rest her hand on my arm for a while until I moved, or messaged me randomly just to chat.

This was very difficult to resist, and to be honest she's insanely hot so for the last few weeks I stopped trying and started actively flirting with her.

For starters she's about 1.50m tall (5'0 I think) while I measure at 1.90m (6'3), so the size difference was driving me crazy. She has tiny tits and a huge toned ass from gymnastics, along with beautiful legs. She's a tanned brunette and wears glasses which gives h... continue reading

I don't write much about my early sexual experiences. But I have written openly about my former strict religious upbringing.

You see, they have to raise whores somewhere.

I'd often house-sit for families from church when I was just out of high school. Babysitting was never my thing. But a whole house to myself? Yes, please.

Alone. Young. Bored as fuck.

*And so fucking desperate.*

Online orders fixed that for me over time. I will never forget that first cheap plastic Amazon purple vibrator dildo. And how hard I came in their bed while fucking myself in awe of the pleasure. Legs spread wide open. Completely naked.

It was so forbidden. And hot. And intense. I kept fucking myself endlessly in their bed.

I hope her husband smelled a young pussy on those sheets when they came back from their vacation.

I've ordered boxes of ass plugs, dildos, vibrators, lingerie, nipple clamps to their homes... and I fucked myself in their kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, living rooms...

I became... continue reading

I work at a school. a new female teacher joined my team and we shared an office together . I’m 32 years old and in good shape. she was same age and very hot. For first few weeks at school we were friendly and got along super well. after work on a Friday we decided to have some corner beers.

She was a little tipsy and told me she wanted to say something on her mind but was afraid. after some convincing she straight up told me she has a fixation of giving blowjobs and wish she could everyday. my heart began to beat so fast but I calmly said I wish that could be me. I’m married btw and so was she. she smiled and said she hoped I would say that. we walked over to a hidden corner and she sucked me for a few seconds.

after that day, she gave me blowjobs regularly at work. there was a big storage area and we built a little cubby in the back of it. it was the best working year of my life my life but unfortunately she left the school after the 1 year.... continue reading

My best friend has an 18-year-old brother who can sometimes be a little asshole. He once told us how one of his friends was the only virgin in their group. The more he talked, the meaner he got, making fun of his friend. It really pissed me off.

Apparently his friend "B" had lied about sleeping with some girl. I've met B and he’s genuinely a nice guy, just very shy and a little awkward. I started defending B and asked how my friend’s brother even knew he was lying.

He said it was obvious because B could barely talk to a girl. I told him some girls actually love quiet, shy guys.

The next few times I saw B at my friend’s house, I was extra nice to him. I complimented him whenever I could and laughed at his jokes. He’s actually really funny when he speaks up. He just needed a little confidence boost.

I got a chance to speak to B alone and steered the conversation toward what he’d told my friend’s brother. It got quite deep, and he opened up. It was true, he was still a virgin. At some... continue reading

There are probably healthier ways to help someone get over a breakup, but possibly none as effective (or hot) lol

Everyone on our little desk island knew that Tom had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and we were all trying our best to tread carefully around him, making sure not to make any jokes about how much it sucks being single etc. For the most part, we had been doing well, but he had still been staring into space or going out to “grab things from the car” multiple times a day.

It had only been a week since the breakup, and almost everything seemed to trigger him, so when I saw the calendar reminder pop up on his PC screen–”VACATION WITH JULIE!!!!”–I knew he was gonna be kinda fucked.

Sure enough, he stared at his screen for a moment then just pushed his chair back, standing up from his desk and walking toward the little supply closet down the hall. I watched as the door closed behind him, expecting him to reappear quickly with a handful of pens or notebooks. But he didn... continue reading