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I got a relatively exotic name Elina. A seemingly respectable wife, 35 years old. A couple of years ago, I got tired of the measured life of my loving husband Vitya and took my appearance seriously. Diligent training, jogging for tens of kilometers did their job. Now I am a real milf. A nice slim figure, big breasts and a lush ass. Basically, there is everything to please the eye of the spouse and have sex regularly. But no matter how hard I tried, no makeup, no sexy lingerie - my intimate life did not return to its previous course. About 7 years ago, we fucked like rabbits, and now once a month, this is already happiness. At this time, I realized that monogamy is a primeval evil! In my opinion, it is she who killed all the pleasure that can only be obtained from sex. It didn't take long before I turned into a real bitch. The office staff hated me, my husband was constantly offended and didn't talk. People call it "undersexing." And everything would have continued li... continue reading

I’m going to delete this after a while, so enjoy, my fellow sinners.

I used to love being a member of a church, and one of its leaders. But it turns out, I also really loved the power and attention that comes with it.

I was the young pastor. Who sang. The youth group loved me. The old ladies did too. I was like a prophet on Sundays. I would come back from church so charged up that my wife knew I had some energy I needed to get out. I was usually inside my her by about 12:42 pm every Sunday. The better my sermon went, the harder I fucked her. Sometimes I would have her lay on the bed with her head hanging off and just fuck her throat while squeezing her tits. She was at my service.

This wasn’t a sin. God delights when we take pleasure in our betrothed. It wasn’t a sin when I would make her sit on her knees and beg for my cum that I would blast on her face , neck and breasts.

I noticed that whenever we had a Sunday off, I would be unbalanced. My balls were used to creating extr... continue reading

I’m a 35 year old commercial pilot. Brown hair. 6’ft. In pretty good shape. I do ok with women but travel a shitload and when I’m at home I don’t feel like going out to score a lot.

Last week, there was a lady on my plane to Texas. I spotted her pre-boarding and right away I thought “oof. Wow.” I was thrilled to see she was in first class, and I decided to be a little bold: I came out to “check on the passengers up front” before we even took off. Late 30s. Mom vibes. Glasses. Hair pulled up - but tattoos peeking out from under a nice sweatshirt. She mentioned she was traveling for business and I told her “well, I’ll try to get you there quickly and safely.”

When I came out halfway through the flight to have a chat, she was all smiles. What was I going to do, she asked, when we got where we were going? I mentioned a thing we sometimes tend to do called “slam-click” - where aviation folks kind of chill in your room from the time you get to the hotel until you have to head back to the... continue reading

Well, I'll tell you how I fucked my mother-in-law in the bathhouse. Yes, you heard right. The same one, Natalya Petrovna, who usually looked at me like I was shit on a shoe. And this is how it happened. My wife and I went to her dacha in the village, she had just left on an urgent business trip, and I had a lot of work to do on the property. My mother-in-law, of course, lived there all summer. In the evening after work we were sitting, finishing up the shashlik. And of course we drank. Not to the point of being completely drunk, but good enough, relaxed. My mother-in-law poured me some drinks, and she looked at me in such a way... Not in a motherly way. And she was a woman, mature, of course, over fifty, but her figure... Such wide hips, a butt the size of half a trough, boobs - you could carry her in your arms. That day she was wearing a tight T-shirt, so I kept glancing at those curves out of the corner of my eye. And then she says: “Oh, the bathhouse is all heated up. Is it f... continue reading

Ever since we met 10 some years ago, I’ve always felt like she was flirting with me. And so I would always play a little bit with her. Rarely direct verbal flirtations, but sometimes she would just look at me in a way that was very mischievous and dark. So needless to say, I’ve always fantasized about her.

She’s much shorter than I am, so of course she’s this confident brassy little thing. She’s had a couple kids, and her added curves have only made her sexier to me.

Anyway. One night, my wife and I and her best friend and her husband were all having drinks.

And somehow or another, I found myself in the kitchen alone with my wife’s best friend, let’s call her Tiffany. So we’re making jokes as usual, and then she wanted to know where the wine glasses were. So I tell her they’re right behind her in the cabinet.

She turns and says “where?”

And I instinctively come over there and open it for her, which means I’m in her space. Standing behind her. And of course, we reach for the cab... continue reading

James froze above me, his cock glistening with lotion. His eyes darted between my breasts (still pushed together) and my mouth like he didn’t know what to do with himself. I had him trembling, strung out on the edge, and the power of that made my pussy ache even harder.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” I teased, my hands still pressed against his hips to keep him steady.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”

I shifted out from under him, sliding upright on the couch, my breasts still shining from lotion and pre-cum. My shorts were still tangled around one thigh, panties soaked around one ankle from my earlier teasing. I sat back, legs wide, and patted the cushion beside me. “Lie down.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Here?”

“Here,” I repeated firmly. “Head at this end. Trust me.”

He obeyed with only a little hesitation, lowering himself onto the couch. The cushion crumpled beneath him, his cock jutting upward toward his stomach, twitching in anticipation, his chest rising and falling as he watched... continue reading

When her door is open, it’s an invitation for me to come inside.

She’s about 30 years older than me, divorced. I’m the “nice young man” who she asks to help move things when she needs it.

And she kept seeing me go out on first dates and coming home with nothing to show for it. At first, she started to tease me but one night she invited me in for tea.

I don’t know if she put something in it, but about 20 minutes later, I was sitting on the couch with a raging hard on. I was so embarrassed. She’s got crucifixes on the wall and all that. I tried putting my cup down and letting my arms lay in lap. But the thought of her seeing it made me even harder.

She told me I might not be sealing the deal with these young women because I’m too nice.

I said you’re probably right.

She noticed I was being weird and she asked if I was okay. I said yes. Afraid to tell her the reason. She got up and sat next to me. She put her hand on my shoulder. And I could hardly look her in the eye without m... continue reading

The door to Maria Ivanovna's office slammed shut with a sound as if it were not a massive oak door, but the lid of a coffin. My coffin. The air in the room was cool, smelling of expensive perfume and power. Her power. I stood there, looking down at the plush carpet, feeling like a complete idiot. The report had been so blatantly flawed, and now I had to listen to what my boss thought about it. And she thought, as usual, without embellishment. Maria Ivanovna walked silently around her desk. Her sky-high Christian Louboutin heels clicked out a slow, commanding beat. Each click sent a volley of alarm through my body. She stopped right in front of me, and I smelled a wave of her aroma – bitter chocolate, black pepper, and something elusive and dangerous. "Explain this hack job to me," her voice was low, calm, and therefore even more chilling. "I spend my time, my nerves, on you. And what do I get in return?" She took another step. The tip of her shoe almost touched m... continue reading

Soooooo this one happened a while ago when I needed a decent headshot for work. Nothing crazy, just something I had to submit to go on my little ID card thingy in my new job.

I recruited the help of Daniel (my photography nerd friend from university) and dressed myself up a white blouse, a tidy skirt, and a little bit of makeup. The plan was to take two or three photos and pick the least awkward.

But we ended up taking a lot more than that.

Anyway, when I got to his apartment he’d actually rearranged his entire living room; moved the couch back, unfolded a three-panel room divider with a grid pattern and draped a fuzzy cream throw over a low stool. Two softboxes bathed everything in a pale neutral glow. Complete overkill, but it kinda made me feel a little special, which was nice!

“It's for my own practice too,” he shrugged. “People are scary to photograph! I want to make sure I get it right!”

I smiled. “I’m not scary, am I?”

His eyes flicked down to my blouse, which was admitted... continue reading

Man what a crazy weekend. I was invited to go camping with my girlfriend, her friends and their boyfriends. Now let me explain what happened.

It was still cold, but the sunlight was creeping into our tent, warming the air just enough to stir everyone awake soon. My girlfriend and I were spooning under the sleeping bag, layered up in hoodies and thermals from the night before.

We’re always horny when we sleep next to each other — even in the middle of the woods, surrounded by our friends. My hands were already wandering, grabbing at her through her three layers, trying to feel her tits, squeezing her ass through her leggings. She pushed her hips back into me, subtle but obvious.

She turned her head slightly and gave me that sleepy look — not asking, just knowing. We locked eyes for a second and silently agreed on the risk. I reached over and zipped the tent windows closed just enough to give us some cover.

We didn’t strip. I just slid my sweats down to my thighs, she pushed hers hal... continue reading

Soooooo James, my completely innocent and platonic roommate until about five minutes ago, blinked. For a moment I thought he hadn’t heard me. “Your…what?”

“My tits,” I said, trying as best as I could to keep my voice steady. “I want you to fuck my tits.”

His eyes flicked down to my chest and then back up, as if he was confirming I had really asked him to put his cock between them. They rocked gently back and forward on my chest with my movements; big and soft and round. His face was burning. Mine probably was too. The Zelda menu theme kept looping from the TV.

“Are you…sure?” he said, almost a whisper.

“I’m sure.” I slid my hands over my breasts and squeezed them together, slow and deliberate. My nipples throbbed. “Maybe you should get some lotion…”

He nodded, standing up so quickly he almost tripped on the coffee table. He laughed somewhat awkwardly and hurried off down the hall. I heard the bathroom cabinet open and fought the urge to dip my fingers back inside myself.

He came... continue reading

Like all anonymous storytellers, I will introduce myself to you by a false name, because my safety depends on it, which you will understand after reading my own story of sex-cheating with a loving but very jealous husband. My name is Svetlana, I am 32 years old and for this age I have a simply magnificent body, especially my butt and firm second-size breasts, which have been crazy about since university. To be honest, I married Sergey (my husband) for convenience, because before I got a high-paying job in the HR company, I really needed money and a loved one. We never had anything special with Sergey, and even our sex was quite banal due to his widespread religiosity - he did not want me in the ass, and I just pine for the anus. Because in addition to sexual hypocrisy, my husband is also not averse to getting physical in a fit of jealous anger, because in his understanding I flirt with each of his friends and the last time I kicked him out of the house, for a while. Of course, we co... continue reading

It all started when once I was with my GF having sex at her home. We rushed a bit and I didn't take all the precautions I always do. I didn't close the door completely. Well, while we were at it her dog opened the door (I'll skip what we were doing with him lol) and we didn't mind and kept going. Just because the dog turned his head over the door I did too and I saw her younger sister was there standing... Petrified... Standing motionless...

My GF is quite jealous, but idk how and why but I took the courage to ask her to come in and not stand there. My GF looked at me surprised and nervous, well, I was nervous too because we both just got caught mid sex. She slowly came to our bed step and saw us naked. My GF was dripping (she always gets very wet) and her sis noticed the wet spots in our bedsheets. I, again, took the courage to take her hand and put it over one wet spot and made her run her finger over it. Then I licked her wet finger. My GF was still very confused. I then took he... continue reading

So I (19F) need to admit something kinda embarrassing. I was totally that girl who always said “lol if it’s not big what’s even the point.” Like I genuinely thought size was the most important thing. I even joked about it with my friends. Yeah… after this weekend I officially shut up about that.

There’s this guy I’ve been hanging out with from campus. He’s not flashy or cocky, just funny and ridiculously sweet. We’d studied together a few times, grabbed coffee, and honestly I wasn’t even sure if I liked him like *that*. But the more time I spent with him, the more I caught myself staring at his mouth when he laughed or imagining what his hands would feel like on me.

Anyway, Saturday night he came over to “watch a movie” (lol yeah right). At first it was just us on the couch, talking and laughing, but the tension was so obvious. Every time our knees touched my stomach would flip. He’d lean close when he made a joke and I could smell his cologne and feel his breath on my skin. By the t... continue reading

When my parents got a divorce I lived with my mom. She often went out with her friends and would come home drunk and just head to bed.  One night I heard her come in and she was laughing and giggling out in the living room, so I knew she had bought some one home, after a while I couldn’t hear them anymore, but she had not come down to her bedroom. So, I crept out of bed and down to the living room and that when I saw my mom getting fucked in the ass by a huge man, he must have been like 6’4 or something, he seemed massive at the time.  He had her bent over the arm of the chair, one leg on the floor and the other on the chair. She was making a grunting noise that was somewhat muffled by his hand, and he was whispering something to her that I couldn’t make out. I stayed hidden and watched the whole thing with a rock hard cock. It went on for ages so I think it’s safe to assume she has been taking cock in her ass for quite some time before this encounter. After he had finished I went back... continue reading

You know, there are all sorts of confessions about sex, but sometimes it seems that everyone draws their inspiration from already filmed stories, famous studios. I myself thought so for a long time. But as it turned out one fine day, everything is much simpler. It is directors and cameramen who take situations that have already happened and try to adapt them for the viewer. My name is Lena, and this story happened to me quite a long time ago, or more precisely in the mid-00s. At that time, I was about 24 years old. Let's not dwell on the numbers, because this is a secondary matter. But perhaps it would be logical to describe my appearance a little. A tall girl with light-brown hair, but not a very outstanding figure. My chest barely reaches the 2nd size and my hips are far from wide. In one word, I can be described as "skinny". At that time I was living with a guy and we had problems with work. Constant delays in salary along with its reduction. No matter how hard my roo... continue reading

TLDR; I'm a 23yo nursing student who sometimes babysits. One of my clients is a single dad I've known for years. After he came home from a bad date, I sucked him off.

I don't regret it at all, but I wasn't certain where things would go from there. Last night I found out :)

He texted me earlier in the week to schedule a babysitting appointment. I had to move some other plans around but I said yes. When I showed up he was trying to act calm and normal (lol) but I could tell he was nervous and excited. To me what happened last week wasn't a big deal, so I was just casual and friendly and that seemed to put him at ease.

He was going on a date. I told him good luck and I genuinely meant it.

Like last week, he came home late after the kids were asleep. Unlike last week, he came home looking excited rather than depressed.

And I could tell he was excited about me. He had a visible hardon lol. I pretended not to notice and innocently asked him how his date went. He said "it was fine" as... continue reading

So my GF and I are «open minded» (we both love dick and being slutty) so we have an arrangement: we are free to fuck any man we want, as long as we tell each other about it - in detail - after. This happened to me a couple of weeks ago while I was traveling for a concert in a major city in Northern Europe, so I’ll tell you all what I told her.

I went to my first concert all by myself recently, which was worth it in order to see one of my favorite bands. I love dressing up, so once the concert was over I figured what the hell; I'm not ready to go home yet, I look fucking fantastic, and seeing my favourite band had made me insatiably horny. Easy. The concert venue is right by a very swanky hotel with a nice skybar, so I figured I’d just head there for a drink or two, and, if I was lucky, an easy hookup. After finding a nice spot with a tall table overlooking the city and a vodka martini (dirty, with green olives) it didn’t take long before I noticed an older gentleman eyeing me. Now, o... continue reading

Recently, I moved into a new apartment. I had been looking for a place for some time, and this one was perfect great commute to work, peaceful neighborhood. On the first day, I met my roommate. We had seen each other briefly before when I was still searching. She seemed nice, maybe even a little shy.

When I finally moved in, it took a few days to unpack and get used to the new place. She really helped me with everything—unpacking, moving things, etc. As she helped, we talked a lot. At first, she was a little withdrawn, but it turned out we had similar hobbies. We were both into running and even liked the same video games. We started talking more every day, but everything stayed on friendly terms.

At this point, nothing seemed unusual.

Maybe after a week, I stayed up a little late, and as I was going to sleep, I heard some quiet noises. A low buzzing and soft muffled moans. I couldn’t sleep. It lasted an hour, maybe two, before it went quiet. Things like that started to happen more an... continue reading

One of the most enjoyable moments is always the brief moment before the first kiss. That moment when everything can go wrong. An inept guy, bad breath, rough lips. But if everything goes perfectly, the first kiss is unlikely to be forgotten. That time everything was exactly like that, but the first night was something out of the ordinary, namely turning into a slave, but it is better to start from the very beginning. My name is Vika. I am a simple girl from the suburbs and fortunately I managed to enter a capital university. My appearance is quite decent, not without flaws. But they can be attributed to the lack of physical exercise. There is nothing extremely unsuccessful. An ordinary, tall student 175 cm, with small breasts of the 2nd size, a slightly convex bottom and a slender, but not trained body. Not a blonde and not a brunette. This is something in between the two extremes. So now I am in my third year and recently I was lucky to meet a graduate of this university, whose nam... continue reading