This story began when I was working part-time as a taxi driver. I pulled up to a café where, apparently, some corporate event was taking place, a pretty woman of about 35 climbed in next to me and, sitting in the front seat, slurred her way through the address. It was a long drive, 30 kilometers, and delighted with such a good order at the end of my shift, I drove to the address. During the ride, the drunk woman began complaining about her life: her husband wasn't paying attention, her lover didn't need her anymore, and she was still in her prime, and so on and so forth—whatever else men want. Upon closer inspection, I realized she was indeed quite attractive, with a C- or B-cup bust, slender legs, a toned figure, and not an ugly face. We chatted for about half the ride, and then something happened that I'd heard about many times, but had never experienced with me. She asked for a light, and since I don't allow smoking in the car, I had to pull over and we got out to... continue reading

My name is Elena. I'm thirty-eight, and I had everything a decent woman should have: a successful husband, a daughter, a cat, a mortgage on an apartment in a decent neighborhood, and a lingering melancholy that I hid behind new curtains and the scent of expensive candles. Our marriage had long since become a comfortable cohabitation. Sergey and I had been sleeping in separate rooms for two years now, and his touches, when they happened, were quick and businesslike, like signing a contract. I felt drained, withered, like a houseplant that had been forgotten to be watered. The Energy gym became my escape. It was where I escaped thoughts of unwashed dishes and silent dinners. It was where I felt alive, if only from the muscle pain. And then he appeared in the gym—the new trainer, Alexander. Not a muscular boy, but a man of about forty, with such a calm, confident gaze and hands that seemed to understand the strength and weakness of every muscle. He didn't shout or offer idiotic... continue reading

Late Friday evening. Anya finally broke out of the apartment. The door slammed loudly behind her. Dima yelled after her: - Where did you go, bitch? Come back, I said! She didn't come back. For three months now, he'd been monitoring her every move: where she was, who she was texting, what time he'd be back. He checked her phone every evening, demanding she delete photos from her stories if they were "too revealing." He said he loved her. He cared. But in reality, he was simply smothering her. Today Anya couldn't stand it anymore. She said: — I'm going for a walk. He grabbed her hand, squeezed it until it bruised, hurt. She punched him in the face, broke free, grabbed her bag, and ran out. "Let him scream. Let him ring a hundred times. He deserves it, the lout." I arrived at the Night Surf club, where I used to go with my friends until Dima banned me. The security guard at the entrance let me in without asking any questions: — Come in. Inside there... continue reading

It was one of those night shifts that starts out like any other. A hospital after midnight is a world unto itself. Silence punctuated by the beeping of machines, dim light in the hallways, and a feeling as if the rest of the city had died out. I, Sveta, had been working here as a nurse for five years. I knew every corner, every creaking linoleum. That evening, there was a corporate party celebrating some anniversary of the head physician. A modest drinking session in the staff room on the second floor. Champagne, cognac, cheap snacks. I sipped a little, then another, the tension of the shift slowly dissolving in a light, pleasant alcoholic haze. I wasn't completely drunk, but rather warmed up. My body felt light, my cheeks were flushed, and playful, warm shivers ran through me. I threw my white robe over the short black dress I'd worn underneath—I planned to pop into a club after my shift. The robe came unbuttoned, revealing my cleavage and the slightly trembling, firm breas... continue reading

"Darling, get ready quickly! We're going on a yacht!" Innochka excitedly rushed around the room, packing her things into a large beach bag. Towels, swimsuits, various creams, a hat! Innochka put on her hottest swimsuit... two white triangles on her breasts, one on her pubic area, and the rest of it just strings. Shorts on her butt, and she's ready to go. I was captivated: a slender body, small breasts, but with sharply protruding nipples, visible through the contours of a mini-swimsuit, which emphasized her assets even more clearly. I constantly wanted to look at her and admire her. Slender with very long legs, a thin waist and a delightful butt, she looked sexy! Her boss's jeep pulled up to the house! Deputy Chief Sergei was driving, and Second Deputy Chief Viktor was in the back seat. I was seated in the front seat, and Innochka in the back seat between Viktor and Pyotr Petrovich! Sergey turned up the music and pressed the gas pedal! And with the music so loud,... continue reading

I met him (I'll call him Alexander) at one of those special private parties thrown by a good friend of mine, a lover of BDSM and other perversions. He'd taken a not-quite-spoiled young woman as soon as she'd stepped foot in the "modeling" agency, and had played with her—me, that is—to his heart's content. The circle of guests was relatively small, but it was hard work, as they say, and the pay was quite decent. I worked with my friend Angela. She played the top, and I the bottom. Something between a themed session and porn theater. I won't go into detail, as that story is about something else. I'll just say that by the end, securely restrained, I was being fucked in all three holes by everyone who wanted to. It wasn't exactly a crowd, but it wasn't easy to endure it all, especially anal, no matter how thoroughly Angela lubed my ass beforehand. During the session, I don't think I ever truly came, but afterward, when they untied me, finished... continue reading

The last bus from the city to my remote district center. Ten o'clock at night, exhausted beyond belief. The bus was half empty—a couple of students with headphones in the front, an old woman with bags by the driver, and me in my usual window seat at the very back. Rain streamed down the window in slanted streaks, the streetlights flickered like garlands. I buried my face in my phone, thinking only about getting there and collapsing into bed. At the stop near the business center, she glided onto the bus. She walked unsteadily, holding onto the handrails. She wore an expensive burgundy coat, a pencil skirt, and heels. Her gaze was empty, slightly glassy. The air smelled of frosty air, perfume, and... whiskey. She walked slowly across the bus, swayed, and plopped down on the seat next to me, even though there were plenty of empty seats. “Sorry,” her voice was hoarse, tired. “I’m just... here. Okay?” “Yes, of course,” I moved towards the window. She shrugged off her coat, crumpling... continue reading

The New Year's office party was at the penthouse on floor forty-five, and I was late, as usual. The black dress I'd bought with my last money turned out to be a weapon of mass destruction: it hugged every inch of me, and the neckline was so low I could feel the air conditioning blowing in the most unexpected places. The elevator—the only way up—gleamed like polished steel. I flew into it in high heels, almost tripping, and heard a calm male voice: - Allow me. He was already inside. Tall, in a perfectly tailored dark blue suit, jacket off, his tie loose around his neck. His gaze was appraising, but not insolent. I nodded, slipped into the corner, and pressed "45." His long, neatly manicured finger reached out next to him and pressed "48." We stood with our backs to each other, reflected in the mirrored walls. He smelled of something woody and cold, like a winter forest. The elevator slowly rose. I adjusted a strand of hair and caught his gaze in the reflection... continue reading

There's a darkness within each of us. For some, it's thicker, while for others, it's a barely perceptible, yet still dirty, cloud. Some hide their dark side from society, while others are mostly pure and bright, but somewhere deep within them lie hidden actions that are best left unseen. This story centers on an ordinary married couple. The husband, let's call him Nikolai, the wife, let's call her Nina, and a son and daughter, whose names are of no use to us. And then something happened in their lives that could tear the family apart. His loving and beloved wife, in every sense, was recovering from her second childbirth, and Kolya couldn't be happier. She was becoming more beautiful, and most importantly, the spark that had once attracted him was rekindled. Nina was regaining her usual self-confidence, her easy smile with or without reason, and her love of sex. The latter had been difficult for a long time. Before the children arrived, she was an uncontrollab... continue reading

I've been dating a girl for two years now, we live together, and I've started getting turned on by the idea of cuckolding, like having someone fuck her, preferably hard. But she's pretty shy; I'm only her third boyfriend. It's just that during sex, I imagine someone just fucking her or about to fuck her right after me. It really turns me on. One day, I was staring at my phone, and she was taking a bath and called me over to get her a book. I walked into the bathroom with her book and phone in my hands and I really wanted to take a picture of her. I turned on the camera, wanting to take a picture, but she noticed, quickly covered her face with her hands and asked what I was doing. I managed to take one photo and replied, "Just a photo." She was surprised, asking, "Why do you need a naked photo of me, etc." We chatted for a bit, and she realized it was just a photo, let me take a normal photo of her in the bathroom, even posed for a little, and it... continue reading

Almost two months had passed since that unexpected, heady, risk-filled sex with Misha in the movie theater and my provocative naked stroll under a down jacket. During that time, we met at our rented apartment only a couple of times, and our encounters began to lose their former intensity, becoming a predictable ritual. First, Misha would perform oral sex on me, which greatly aroused me, his tongue tracing leisurely circles on my clit, making my whole body shudder in anticipation. Then he would put me on all fours on the bed and, firmly gripping my hips, fuck me for about 30 minutes with his thick cock, accompanied by my moans and screams. Each thrust echoed like a dull thud in my uterus, and a burning heat spread through my back and buttocks. Then he would come on my back, and I would feel hot streams of sperm spreading across my skin, leaving sticky trails. Then we would go to the shower, where we would wash each other. Hands sliding over my wet body washed away traces of passion,... continue reading

Life, like a river, flows along its course. At first, a turbulent, swift current sweeping away everything in its path, then a broad, full-flowing current, calm and predictable. But sometimes, beneath this apparent calm, deep and dangerous whirlpools arise. I'm thirty-seven. My name is Elena. My husband, Grisha, is forty-three, and I have been together for fifteen years. During this time, we've experienced everything: poverty, the first modest joys, arguments, reconciliations, and the joy of owning our first apartment. But our greatest asset, our shared project, into which we've poured our hearts, are our two children. But this story isn't about them. It's about Grisha and me. About that quiet, almost invisible crack that was slowly but surely spreading across the façade of our well-being. It all started around the time I turned thirty-five. I began to notice a strange, almost animalistic restlessness within me. It was as if a beast had awakened within, dormant al... continue reading

My husband and I have a good relationship, great sex, but... But for years now, I've dreamed of feeling like a slut, of being fucked like a total whore by a stranger. Or even several times... Alas, the prerequisites never materialized—first, the cushy love affair with my husband, then the birth of our daughter. And for a long time, I couldn't imagine a real situation where I could step outside the bounds of morality. However, I would start to cum around any even remotely attractive man, imagining how I'd take him in my mouth and then spread my legs for him. So my husband and I, leaving our daughter in the care of her grandmothers, went to a provincial town to settle some matters with the inheritance left after the death of a distant relative. We stayed in a hotel, considered the best, but with the kind of service and furnishings I imagined the Soviet era. However, this archaism was nothing compared to the ordeal of dealing with the inheritance. And so, on the second day,... continue reading

My wife, Tonya, and I have been living as husband and wife for a whole year now. My name is Igor, and I'm thirty-two. My wife, Tonya, is only twenty-seven. There's a five-year age difference between us, but we don't feel it at all. I don't feel older, and she doesn't feel younger. We're just living. After my grandmother died, I inherited her one-room apartment in an old panel building. That's where Tonya and I are living. My wife doesn't want to have children yet. She keeps telling me that first we need to get back on our feet, pay off the loans, and do some renovations. Well, I'm not rushing her. I understand her concerns, so I don't bring it up myself, so as not to put unnecessary pressure on her. Tonya and I met under somewhat odd circumstances. She came to work for a new assistant. Our team was mostly male, and almost everyone was married. Tonya was young, vibrant, and immediately attracted attention. But she ignored the advances of single... continue reading

I decided to leave work early. My boss, of course, grumbled, but I told him that my pipe had burst and I needed to go urgently. But in reality, I just wanted to go to the dacha. Marina left last week, saying that I needed to pick raspberries and currants. Well, I was glad to have a little rest alone. I bought some cold beer and shashlik on the way. I drive up to my plot, and at the gate is Lyokha's car, my neighbor. Well, I think, cool, I'll pop in to see him, maybe we'll have a beer. Our gate doesn't creak, I treated it with oil a week ago. I enter quietly, and from the open window of our house there are strange sounds. Not exactly screams, more like groans. Marina's voice was always quiet, but here... somehow loud. And Lyokhin's laughter. So rude, so smug. I froze. My heart immediately sank into my heels, and then hit my head. I sneak up to the window, through a crack between the curtains. And... I was stunned. They're right on our couch, the one I drag... continue reading

I had been waiting for this, probably, all our family life. Six years of marriage, and Olya never agreed to take me in her mouth all the way. She always stopped at the very last moment, and I came on her chest or stomach. But that evening everything was different. We had just come from her friend's birthday party, we had had a few drinks, but not much, just a relaxed, warm mood. We made love slowly, almost lazily, and I already thought that everything was as usual. But when I turned her over on her back and knelt over her, guiding my penis to her vagina, she suddenly stopped my hand. “Wait,” she said quietly and looked at me with her big eyes, in which I could read some kind of determination mixed with embarrassment. Without saying a word, she moved over, laid me on my back, and positioned herself between my legs. My heart began to pound like a kid's. I just looked at her, at her lips, which she licked before hesitantly taking my cock in her hand. She started as usual - gent... continue reading

I work as a loader at one of the factories. The work is not dusty, every day I just move boxes on a special machine, stack them in rows and sort them. I return home late in the evening, I am constantly in the fresh air, and they pay me so much that I alone have enough to live on. I do not complain, I just want water and bread, and let others try, eat and dress everything else. So one evening, in winter, in 30-degree frost, I was walking home all bundled up to my ears, trudging through high snowdrifts, pressing on my head so that my ears fell off, I forgot my ushanka hat at home, and suddenly, out of nowhere, a girl of about 26 years old jumped out. It was obvious that she was very cold, her tattered autumn sheepskin coat was covered with frost, her hands were blue. I took off my down jacket and led the girl home. Not even out of compassion, but because I hadn't had a woman for over a year. It made itself felt. When I looked at her legs, to which her jeans were stuck from the col... continue reading

Eh, if I had known that it would all end like this, I would never have agreed to Andrey's offer to go to his house, try the new whiskey and cola, and cook him dinner. His wife had long since gone on vacation, and for more than two weeks now the man had been alone at home, sitting on the Internet until midnight. - Hi, Ksyusha, what are you doing there, aren’t you bored? - Hi, Andryusha, everything is fine. I just started cleaning, and then there will be laundry. And how are you? How are you relaxing, or have you started bringing girls to entertain you? Admit it. - Don't tease me. It's true, I feel sick, but I'm holding on. Maybe you could come over? I've been sitting without anything hot for over a week now. I don't know how to make soup, and my friends don't want to come over, I have things to do. - No problem, I'll finish right now and come. Open the wine. - I have whiskey, with cola, it's better. Come on, I'm waiting for you! After a quick s... continue reading