I always thought that being a secretary for a boss like Mr. Harris would be a chore—coffee, reports, calls. But damn, he was a real character: tall, with those broad shoulders that stretched his shirt, and eyes that sometimes slid over me like I was something tasty rather than just an employee. I was 28, he was in his late 30s, divorced, and there was talk around the office that he was no saint. And me? I was just trying to keep it together, but inside I sometimes fantasized about him pinning me to the desk. Silly, right? But that business trip changed everything. We flew to Chicago for a conference – he was speaking, I was assisting. The hotel was fancy, one room for two, but with separate rooms, like a suite. "We're saving the company's budget," he said with a grin when we checked in. It was a free evening, the conference started the next day. "Anna, let's go have dinner? We can't just sit in the room," he suggested, and I nodded, feeling something... continue reading

I sat in a chair in the corner of our living room, watching the candlelight cast shadows on the walls. The light was subdued, almost intimate, but there was something heavy in the air. My wife, Lera, stood at the bar, idly stirring a cocktail in a tall glass. She was 32, but she looked flawless: long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, a tight black dress that emphasized every curve of her body - a thin waist, rounded hips, breasts that seemed about to burst from the cleavage. She knew how to present herself. She knew I was watching. And she knew how it affected me. I, Artem, 35, am an ordinary middle manager, with a receding hairline and a habit of slouching when I'm nervous. It's not that I'm ugly, but next to Lera I always felt... smaller. She was like fire, and I was like a smoldering ember about to go out. We'd been married for seven years, and somewhere along the way our marriage had turned into a strange dance of love, habit, and... this. This. This. Lera gl... continue reading

I always thought that being a secretary for a boss like Mr. Harris would be a chore—coffee, reports, calls. But damn, he was a real character: tall, with those broad shoulders that stretched his shirt, and eyes that sometimes slid over me like I was something tasty rather than just an employee. I was 28, he was in his late 30s, divorced, and there was talk around the office that he was no saint. And me? I was just trying to keep it together, but inside I sometimes fantasized about him pinning me to the desk. Silly, right? But that business trip changed everything. We flew to Chicago for a conference – he was speaking, I was assisting. The hotel was fancy, one room for two, but with separate rooms, like a suite. "We're saving the company's budget," he said with a grin when we checked in. It was a free evening, the conference started the next day. "Anna, let's go have dinner? We can't just sit in the room," he suggested, and I nodded, feeling something... continue reading

First of all, I would like to introduce myself and tell you a few words about myself. My name is Ira, I am a rather diligent and cheerful girl of 18 years old. Quite an average student of one of the industrial technical schools in the vastness of our great and vast Motherland. Short brunette, quite slender, but not a fitness babe, with neat size 2 breasts. And so fate has it that about ten years ago I had a half-brother Andrey, a couple of years older than me. We never had particularly warm feelings for each other, but we tried not to spoil life unnecessarily. And to my great happiness, my parents sent us to different educational institutions, and besides, my brother was already finishing his studies and was going to leave for the capital to continue his studies in the correspondence department at the university. I was comparatively glad that I would have to see him even less in my hometown. But as it soon became clear, I was wrong not to be interested in my brother and tried to ign... 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

First of all, I would like to introduce myself and tell you a few words about myself. My name is Ira, I am a rather diligent and cheerful girl of 18 years old. Quite an average student of one of the industrial technical schools in the vastness of our great and vast Motherland. Short brunette, quite slender, but not a fitness babe, with neat size 2 breasts. And so fate has it that about ten years ago I had a half-brother Andrey, a couple of years older than me. We never had particularly warm feelings for each other, but we tried not to spoil life unnecessarily. And to my great happiness, my parents sent us to different educational institutions, and besides, my brother was already finishing his studies and was going to leave for the capital to continue his studies in the correspondence department at the university. I was comparatively glad that I would have to see him even less in my hometown. But as it soon became clear, I was wrong not to be interested in my brother and tried to ign... continue reading

This story happened to me many years ago. It was the year two thousand.

My mother and I worked in the same organization. She had one friend there. At that time, she was closer to fifty, but despite the numbers, she was very slender, about seventy-five meters tall, weighing, I think, up to fifty-five kg, and had size four breasts. In short, as they say, she was in good condition and this person’s name was Irina. At that time, her husband, with whom she had lived for quite a long time, abandoned her and she was in a trance. But time took its toll and she slowly came to her senses. Sometimes my mother and I started talking about Irina, naturally not on my initiative, and I learned small but interesting details about her life. She was born in another city, got married in order to move to Moscow and get a residence permit. And as it turned out, Madame was always rather weak in the front. And she had a daughter, Olga, a couple of years younger than me. I didn’t know her, but only saw he... continue reading

I wanted to fuck a young chick. Not by age. By build. I wanted a thin, cute one, to crush, torment, kiss until unconscious and fuck. And in the immediate environment, the women were all perfect: fleshy, busty, big-assed. Even the nipples that stood along the route were not distinguished by their thin constitution. And I really wanted it, like a pregnant woman wants something and you can’t refuse her.

The neighbor's Yulka was washing the floor. More precisely, I washed it. In the pocket, they washed the floors one by one and now it was her turn. Yulka lived with her mother. After burying Vasil, Tatyana quickly consoled herself. “Cousins” and other “relatives” often stayed overnight with her. Yulka is not far from her mother and has already had her first abortion. She was like her parents. Each person jumped one and a half meters, and they shared their height with Yulka. It was civilized in a pocket with four apartments.

I brought an old coffee table, a couple of old armchairs, an... continue reading

It happened on a warm autumn day in mid-September. I was sitting in my office at work and drawing up staff vacation schedules for the next year. My office is small, well lit by daylight, with a PC and a large table for various kinds of documents. Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door. Usually my staff comes to me without knocking, so I immediately realized that these were not locals. I said, "Come in." The door opened and my employee’s wife came into my office. I will describe it briefly.

A slender, beautiful girl with big eyes, hair dyed a pleasant red color, quite tall. She worked as a laboratory manager at our enterprise. She was dressed in a blouse and jeans that nicely hugged her slender legs and ass. To be honest, I always secretly looked at her and, thinking about what I would do with her in bed, I began to get excited. However, I did not show my secret desires in any way, firstly, this is the wife of my colleague, secondly, work is not a place where you can have fu... continue reading

It was an ordinary Friday evening. I came to visit my parents for the weekend. Like my ex Anya, they live in the same city. After evening gatherings with relatives, I became bored and decided to call her, but I was sure that she would not answer the phone because she has a husband, a child, she is already 27, in general, a full-fledged family. As expected, she didn't answer me. A couple of hours later, closer to 23:00, an SMS arrived: “Did you call?” , I replied, “Yes, I’m in the city, if possible, I wanted to see you.” After another hour, she called and I heard a rather drunk, painfully familiar voice. “Come to us, we are celebrating my friend’s birthday, at my grandmother’s apartment, she has left,” said Anya. Without thinking twice, taking a couple of bottles of wine from home, I was already on my way to them. There is a knock on the door and I am greeted by Anya and their friends Katya and Olya. Anya has stunning blue eyes that you can look into forever. She looked chic in a sparkl... continue reading

Natasha is a long forgotten past. She cheated on me, it’s hard to forgive. I built a new life, and she was left far behind.

But here is the alumni meeting. Exactly ten years passed after graduation; I would hardly have shown up, but the unexpected appearance of many friends from my youth forced me to come. We drank a lot and discussed a long-forgotten past. I felt good, I haven’t felt like I was in the company of close people for a long time, the kind that make you forget about everything.

But then she appeared. A chill immediately ran down my spine. For a whole year after graduation, she was fucked by a classmate named Yegor, and all I could think about was how Natasha and I would build our beautiful future. Unexpectedly, at the beginning of the second year, she confessed everything to me, I became very sad and broke off our relationship with her.

Since that time, a lot of water has passed under the bridge: I married the woman I loved, and I had never even seen her.

And so she... continue reading

It was before the weekend. A friend invited me to his home to drink vodka. I got ready, bought vodka and cognac for her wife and went to them. A friend and his wife met me and took me to the kitchen. We started drinking, his wife had cognac, and we had vodka. Having drunk quite a bit, we went to smoke on the balcony.

When his wife returned and changed into a short dressing gown, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. A friend fucked her up, why are you dressed up like that? You're even sitting there without a bra. And she says that she has beautiful breasts and can sit without a bra. She asked me a couple of times if I liked her breasts? I said it was a good size. My favorite is 4th. She asked if she excites me? I nodded my head.

Then we sat and had a drink, and went to smoke with a friend. Suddenly he asks me if I want her wife? I refused, but he still insisted on an answer. I replied that if not your wife, then I would sleep with her. And he says come on, we’ll fuck her togeth... continue reading

This story happened to me in the month of August. I am a young man, but I have always dreamed of performing cunnilingus on a mature woman, over 50 years old. And that it would be complete. With hairy pussy. This is such a perverted desire. Fortunately, it’s the 21st century, there is the Internet and dating sites.

I posted an advertisement on one of the dating sites that a young man would meet a mature and plump woman. Two days later Irina wrote to me; she was 54 years old. And she was full. Everything was as I wanted. After talking on the site, she told me how lonely she was, she wanted tenderness and affection. In general, we agreed to meet at her home. I didn’t even have to drive, I walked to her house in 10 minutes. Going to Irina, I was a little worried, like anyone going towards their dream.

Arriving at her house and at the entrance, I called the intercom, Irina opened it for me, and I began to go up to her floor. She was already waiting for me at the open door. Oooh... When... continue reading

This happened a week ago. I'll tell you about myself first: I'm a second-year college student, 161 cm tall, good waist, firm ass, but not very large breasts.

So, a week ago I was getting ready for school and decided to wear my very short skirt. In general, all my skirts are short, but even for me this one is already revealing. Well, I wanted to. She barely covered her bottom, so on the stairs or when she bent over slightly, everything was visible. She also wore black stockings and a thong. The thong, however, had just come out of the wash and the stripe was noticeably rubbing in the ass. But it’s okay, I got ready.

I live not far from where I study, I got there in about 8 minutes. Of course, there was not a very pleasant sensation in my butt because of the thong. The first class was math, so I wasn't in much of a hurry. When I undressed and walked to the audience, all the boys looked at me sweetly, as my friend later said, my ass was visible to the naked eye. There is one boy in my... continue reading

I was a hired programmer. As a result of the fact that I was not satisfied with work in my native province due to the low salary, I moved to the nearest big city - largely under the influence of my girlfriend, in many ways - of my own free will, and largely because one of the aspiring entrepreneurs I knew offered to work for him privately in this city. My girlfriend - my Baby - was just about to enter a university in the same metropolis.

Everything was very, very good with her. By mutual recognition, we satisfied each other much better than all our previous bed partners. Naturally, we loved each other. And they forgave a lot, especially since my Baby came into my life when I was slowly chewing on my fifth depression - as always, associated with another painful breakup of a love relationship, and was already ready to despair and put an end to women, in the sense of a positive attitude to them. She literally revived in me my love for the world and for women. She just came and began to... continue reading

We were going to Eilat to have sex. Of course, it is absolutely not necessary to travel 600 kilometers to the Red Sea for this, and therefore it was officially considered that we were going to unwind and relax. In my opinion, you can relax and unwind while sitting at home, but for some reason people like to go on vacation (with emphasis on traveling). Apparently the trip symbolizes the transition to a state of rest. A person cannot sit at work or at home and suddenly immediately relax. We need a smooth transition to a “resting state,” which is what happens on the way there.

Moreover, it is generally accepted that the further we travel, the better the quality of rest. By this logic, Cyprus cannot be compared with Australia, and Eilat, accordingly, is much cooler than Tel Aviv. We had never fucked before and of course we were all in anticipation. She looked like a girl - thin, agile.

The car went down the serpentine road, our hands lay on each other’s genitals and made leisurely move... continue reading

It was on New Year's holidays. Before this experiment, my girlfriend and I had not seen each other for more than two weeks. During this time, she and I made many plans, including intimate ones, for the day of the long-awaited meeting. “Unconventional” was also planned. In one of the correspondences, Yanochka simply said: let’s try). I, as an honest gentleman, one might say, a knight devoted to the heart of his lady, did not go “to the left” during this time. I think she does too. Therefore, that night we, hungry for carnal pleasures, were ready for much.

Of course, we didn’t start experimenting right away. First, as usual after a long separation, a sea of affection and passionate classic sex. But let's get down to business. Before the second “approach,” specifically to set Yanochka in the right mood, I caressed her ass with my finger during cunnilingus, and after that I massaged it with my tongue for a long time. Contrary to all the rumors I had heard earlier, I did not feel any unpl... continue reading

My name is Lyosha. I am 22 years old. I live in Moscow. I first tried erotic massage when I was 19 years old. Since then, I have visited different salons, as well as private masseuses. But one girl stood out to me in particular. One day I was driving home from work on the subway. And suddenly the idea came to my mind to go for an erotic massage; I wanted some release. I entered the corresponding request on the Internet and was given one wonderful salon, not far from the metro. I was right on my way. I went to their website, looked at the prices and I was happy with everything.

I called them and agreed that I would come over soon. Had arrived. The administrator showed me to the room and asked me to wait. Soon she brought me several girls to choose from. The age ranged from approximately 20 to 27 years. Everyone is very nice. For some reason I liked one brunette the most. She was quite tall, with a good figure, and a cute tattoo on her tummy.

And I chose her. Her name was Katya. When... continue reading

Seryoga and Svetka had been married for twelve years. Of course, at first the sex was constant and passionate. Then, when I became a habit, I did it less and less.

But there is one thing. They got married in Soviet times, and now, when enterprises were closed one after another, it was difficult. However, both Seryoga and Svetka did not lose their jobs; moreover, they found additional income. This is where the problems started. Because either one or the other was not at home. Then they realized what life without sex means.

But sometimes their weekends coincided. This is the coincidence I want to talk about.

This time not only the weekend coincided, but Seryoga also took an additional day off.

We've been home since lunch. After work, Seryoga took a nap, and Svetka worked with her daughters. Then Seryoga checked his homework, and Svetka slept a little. Finally, everyone gathered together in the kitchen for evening tea. And then the daughters announced that since they had a celebra... continue reading

This Happened last Year, Hope you guys like it...

Hi, thank you for your story page. I get wet reading them so I wanna share my personal experience here with others. I am a 24 year old student from Gulf studying at UPNG and shared this thingy with my best friend Leonie last month. BTW This is completely true.

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Every time I go over to my best friend’s room at the campus, I always hope that something’s going to happen between us. Leonie’s from Morobe, same age and built as me and we’re inseparable as twins. Like me, she’s so naughty and cheeky at times. We’re always cuddling or hugging and she’s constantly touching me whenever she can. Not in naughty places, although I wouldn’t mind if she did that. So still there was no kissing or sexual contact.

I’m not a lesbian so I guess I’m just bi-curious since I have such interest in her which is unusual because I don’t feel this way about any of my other girlfriends. I do have dirty conversations and talk to them about my sexual experiences... continue reading