I am 18 here for context, this was few months back when I worked administration at a company of my father friend.

I used to take the late shuttle back from the office, the one that runs after everyone else has already gone home. It's basically empty except this one night it was packed because there'd been some downtown event letting out at the same time. No seats left anywhere.

I spotted a guy from a different team, Marcus, sitting near the back. Total IT-department energy, glasses always a little crooked, the kind of guy who gets flustered if you make direct eye contact with him too long. We'd flirted at a work happy hour once and it had gone nowhere because he kept stammering and I found it unbearably cute. I plopped down next to him going "there's zero seats, budge up," and he went red and said "oh, uh, yeah, here" and shifted over, except the space was tight enough that I basically ended up half on his lap instead of next to him.

I looked at him and went "this ok?" and he nodded... continue reading

Let me start by saying it sounds much worse than it was. This was the reason I came to Reddit in the first place, to get this off my chest. Now it's time.

2 weeks ago I got a new ceiling fan for my bedroom and I needed some help installing it. I asked one of my best friend's, Amanda, if her and her husband could come help me. She said she was busy running errands, but she'd send Jason over. About 30 minutes later there was a knock at my door.

Jason walks in with his ladder and I lead him to my bedroom. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and gray shorts. (I was wearing a loose pink tank top and black Soffe shorts, in case you were wondering.) We got into my room and I had the ceiling fan box on the bed. (This is already sounding way worse than it needs to be, just being honest.) We both sat on the bed and assembled the fan. Then it was time to install it...

My bed is in the way of where it mounts, since it mounts kind of centered over my bed. I have 10 foot ceilings so standing on... continue reading

I'm not much of a writer but have always liked reading this sub, much more so than seeing visuals. Documenting an encounter of mine from a few weeks ago while it's still fresh in my mind. Throwaway of course. I apologise the ratio of backstory to sexy time is way too skewed in the wrong direction for this sub, but I just wanted to remember this. Skip ahead if you want.

So Ariel's (29F) a close friend of my ex-wife's. I met them both about 7 years ago at my first big boy job. They were both fresh grads then, came into the business within 2 weeks of each other and had gotten really close really quick.

In a different world I probably would have dated and married Ariel. My wife was the one that was tall, great legs (and knew how to dress for them!), grew up with white picket fences and had the confidence to match. Her coming on to me then during office parties, the way she dressed at work, I didn't stand a chance back then. Ariel on the other hand, grew up in a smaller city and only move... continue reading

Kelly squirmed as my cock slid into her pussy, the tight fit of her lips gripping and distending around my swollen tool as I slid back out before pitching forward once more. With her on all fours in front of the mirror, I could see her face distort in pain and pleasure as I pulled her hair hard, making her arch her back and thrust her sunburnt tits forward.

“Oh my god!” she wailed, letting out a sob as I kissed her neck.

“Do you like it?” I snarled in her ear.

“Yes,” she gasped before her voice turned into a stutter, like the words themselves were frightening: “B-b-break me…”

Let me back up a bit.

Kelly and I met on a blog platform that will be familiar to Millennials. I had my public facing page, that my friends knew about, like an online diary, but after I turned eighteen, I started a secret blog to post erotic short stories on. Some things never change. Kelly was one of my most loyal readers, and we got to know each other as a result—it seemed too good to be true that she would... continue reading

Hi everyone. Huge update here, gonna jump right in. If you haven’t read my first two stories, definitely check those out in my profile. **As always, everyone is over the age of 18.**

On my last post, you guys offered a lot of advice and a lot of tough love. And you were right: clearly Bri was trying to start something, and it’d be a huge mistake to ignore it any longer. Now it was my turn to make a move. So, determined not to make her wait, I sent her a text Sunday morning.

I asked if she was free to hang later, and she said she was. Normally we would go to one of our houses, but for obvious reasons, I preferred not to have any parents around. So I offered to pick her up and go get some food instead. It’s stupid, but my heart was pounding the whole conversation. Part of me hoped I wasn’t being too obvious, while the other hoped she knew exactly what I was getting at. She texted back and said that sounded great.

Later that night I picked her up and we went to the Wendy’s drive throug... 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

Mentions of: \[Lesbian\] \[Power Play\] \[Edging\]

Everyone in this story was at or over the age of 18 at the time of occurrence.

There is a lot of background, everything makes more sense with it but if you don’t care about the build-up, you can skip to the spice at ///. This story is quite tame/wholesome but it leads to more. Part 1 of ?

I’ve (F) always been quiet, but I don’t mind chatting with anyone who initiates. In school, I was a bit of a floater. I’d always done my own thing and tagged along with people whenever I felt like it. As a result, I wasn’t exclusive to any one group and had a collection of acquaintances from different circles.

My reputation amongst the cheerleaders started with Holly (F). She was only a couple inches taller than me, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and athletic with really great legs. We had a lot of classes together and she often went out of her way to talk to me. It was always small talk but, nevertheless, warm.

One day, she asked to do homewo... continue reading

So I live with Emma, we all call her Em, she is my good friend and we have known each other for awhile. We share a three-bedroom apartment which is a bit bigger than we actually need. Anyway. Last evening we were baking some brownies, the kind that makes you laugh if you know what i mean ;)

We were both pretty stoned and we started watching Seinfeld, honestly our comfort show. Em has a short blonde hair, green eyes, alty, she is pretty petite and flat but in a way where she also has her abs showing, she is also bisexual. I on the other hand have black hair, am around F cup which sometimes can be annoying and am also into alty aesthetic like her.

She was wearing some shorts and a tank top which showed exactly those abs i described earlier, I was looking at her like a horny teenager. She started teasing me about it, i got red in the face and she pointed that out too. Being completely defeated I just became one with the couch and let my body go.

With that motion I noticed my legs touch... continue reading

Karina left the house just after nine, when the sun had finally set behind the rooftops of the residential area. The city park was almost empty at this hour: only the occasional streetlight, the rustling of leaves, and the distant barking of dogs. She'd chosen this spot specifically—no one knew her here, here she could simply breathe and not think about work, debts, or the fact that she'd been living in this city alone for two years. She was wearing a light summer dress—white, with tiny blue flowers, just above the knee. A very ordinary, "decent" dress. But today, after the stuffy office, she hadn't worn a bra under it, and had chosen the thinnest panties—white, almost sheer, with a small bow at the front. Her legs were bare, just light sneakers on her bare feet. The breeze under her dress immediately made itself felt: cool touches along her inner thighs, as if someone invisible were running their fingers up and down. Karina shivered and tugged at the hem, even t... continue reading

Karina left the house just after nine, when the sun had finally set behind the rooftops of the residential area. The city park was almost empty at this hour: only the occasional streetlight, the rustling of leaves, and the distant barking of dogs. She'd chosen this spot specifically—no one knew her here, here she could simply breathe and not think about work, debts, or the fact that she'd been living in this city alone for two years. She was wearing a light summer dress—white, with tiny blue flowers, just above the knee. A very ordinary, "decent" dress. But today, after the stuffy office, she hadn't worn a bra under it, and had chosen the thinnest panties—white, almost sheer, with a small bow at the front. Her legs were bare, just light sneakers on her bare feet. The breeze under her dress immediately made itself felt: cool touches along her inner thighs, as if someone invisible were running their fingers up and down. Karina shivered and tugged at the hem, even t... continue reading

My first girlfriend was Sveta, a 23-year-old girl from Krasnodar who came to Gelendzhik for the summer to visit a friend. I was nineteen, working as a lifeguard on one of the beaches between Kabardinka and Gelendzhik. I'd spend all day hanging out on the tower in just shorts, looking at the sea and the girls in bathing suits. Sveta showed up almost every evening after six, when the sun was less scorching. She rented a room in a private house nearby and came alone, always wearing the same red bikini that barely held up her breasts. She wasn't a model, but she had the kind of body that immediately got me hard. She was about 5'6", with heavy D-cup breasts, with noticeable nipples that always poked through the thin fabric. Her waist was narrow, but her hips and ass were wide and luscious, so wide that when she walked along the pebbles, everything shook and swayed. I silently gave her 95-68-105, and every time she passed my tower, I pretended to stare at the sea, but out... 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

I’m a 32 year old guy from Australia, just out of a long relationship that fizzled out. Booked a solo trip to Bali to clear my head. Beaches, sun, no schedule. Landed, rented a scooter, settled in Seminyak at a decent villa near the good spots.

A few nights later I went to Potato Head Beach Club for sunset drinks. Crowd was lively, music thumping softly, everyone in swimwear. I was at the bar when she walked past. Tall, long dark hair, golden skin, sharp beautiful features that hinted at mixed background. She moved with real confidence. Sheer cover-up over a black bikini, and I spotted some sexy tattoos right away: a delicate cherry blossom sleeve winding up one arm, small geometric lines along her ribs, and a serpent curving down her hip and disappearing under the fabric. Stunning.

She ordered next to me, caught me looking, smiled and said something like “You look like you’re taking it all in.” Soft accent, warm and teasing. Her name was Maya. Brazilian dad, Japanese mum, freelance... continue reading

*OK, this isn’t the wildest confession, but it happened a few days ago, and I wanted to write about it.*

When we were first together, when, as couples do, we talked about what turned us on and what kinks we had, when I mentioned anal, my wife said no chance. She wasn’t into it, she didn’t want to try it, no fucking way.

But, over time, her position softened.

I gradually introduced butt play to our sex life, and my wife discovered she rather enjoyed it, even if she didn’t like to admit it. After a few years together, I tried licking her ass, and as long as she was horny enough, it would send her frantic. After more time, after we grew more experimental together, occasionally, she’d let me slide my dick into her well-lubed, well-prepared bum.

But she never asked for anal.

That was, until Sunday.

We had the house to ourselves all afternoon. We took a lazy bath together before we climbed into bed.

My wife loves it when I roll her onto her front to shower her back in kisses. As I d... continue reading

his story takes place almost 15 years ago when my wife and I were living in a more busy part of Southern California. At the time, I was daily driving my motorcycle to and from work/graduate school through SoCal traffic. All of the saddle time resulted in me being incredibly stiff and sore in the shoulders, back and hips.

The commute was terrible and only made slightly tolerable because I was able to cut my commute time in half. I was spending 45min-1hr commuting each way and if I were to drive a car, it would have taken me over 1.5 hrs during rush hour times. I had heard of stories of happy endings at sketchy massage parlors and after doing some research on Rubmaps, I decided on a fairly high rated parlor on my route home.

As I entered the facility, I was greeted by an older asian woman asking 30 min or 1 hr. I said 30 min and she replied, "$30." I handed her $30, which I thought was a pretty damn good deal for a 30 min massage. She guided me into a room with dim lights and classic z... continue reading

His loft smelled of old books, leather, and the faintest hint of his cologne—something woody, tart. The candles on the nightstands cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating bizarre giants of light and darkness. I stood in the middle of the room, feeling small and fragile, almost translucent. My short black hair seemed even darker against my pale skin, and the tiny swallow tattoo on my wrist felt like my only talisman of protection. He was thirty-eight. Tall, with a graying beard and eyes that had seen too much. His hands—strong, with the sinewy fingers of a photographer and thin silver scars on his knuckles—now ignited a fire within me that sent shivers down my spine. He approached me silently, like a predator. "Ready?" His voice was low, almost chest-like, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I merely nodded, unable to speak. My throat was dry. We'd met several times, discussed boundaries, safe words. But the theory proved worthless compared to the practical items lyin... continue reading

If you just want the sexy details scroll down to the line marked with a **. However, I suggest reading from the beginning for full context.

I've never had a happy ending but I've always fantasized about getting one especially after getting professional massages regularly this year. I'm currently going through a difficult breakup and the massages really help me come back to the present moment.

Ever since the breakup which happened about 3 months ago, I, M36, have had many massages at a local profesional spa where there are a lot of massage therapists. It's one of the the biggest and most reputable spas in the city so any funny business is most likely very rare here. They're also paid hourly so there is no incentive to offer "extras" to get people to come back or anything like that. The vast majority of their clientele are tourists who come and go anyway.

I was always randomly assigned whatever female was available and they've all been super professional in making sure they don't touc... continue reading

Hello everyone! My wife's name is Anya. We have been married for 4 years already: she is 25, I am 29. We always have a rich life, both in terms of life and sexuality. I love my wife very much and am very concerned about her comfort with me. At the beginning of our relationship, everything developed rapidly, and within a month of our relationship, I already proposed to my beloved. Well, to tell you the truth, I regretted not having done this on the very first day of our relationship. She's a real dream, both physically and mentally. A beautiful brunette with sultry eyes, beautiful breasts, always-aroused nipples, a thin waist, and slender legs. It was impossible not to want her just by looking at her. Sexually, I was simply crazy about her, and we had a ton of variety. We had sex at home, in the car, in cafes, and so on. She has an incredibly beautiful pussy and anal slit. I couldn't tear myself away from her for days and nights. Every time she jumped on my dick, I almost... continue reading

A friend of mine, Seryoga, told me about it. He and I were in the same class at university. He met this romantic woman. Blonde. Lips as big as a horse's. Curvy, a little slow. But it was clear she had very earthly thoughts—getting fucked hard. There are students like that—it's written all over their faces. They come to university not so much to study as to end up in some cute guy's bed and spread their legs. And then they tease their friends, saying, "Nobody fucks you!" Seryoga was cute. Also blond. With a good sense of humor. And so, he says, he came to her dorm. He brought cake. They sat down and drank tea. What else should they do? Not read books, after all. He started groping her. He unbuttoned her robe, and there was her bra. He reached into her bra and started feeling her nipples. They were also large, like cherries. Her areolas were wide, dark, and bumpy. He got turned on, of course. Victoria noticed it and placed her palm on his bulge. And so they sat the... continue reading

Okay things have been getting really crazy with my roommate lately. When I first moved in with two guys I initially thought we would keep our relationship total platonic and responsible. Knowing myself I honestly should have known better though. I'm lowkey a bit of a whore. It's not even my fault I genuinely think I have a bit of a hypersexuallity problem. Anyways. At first things were platonic, just as I had assumed they would be, but eventually I ended up hearing one of my roommates masturbating.

Idk if he was being really loud on purpose or if he just didn't realize how not soundproof our rooms are, but listening to him kinda started to drive me crazy. The fact that I hadn't been fucked in months before that probably contributed to it as well. Long story short I ended up masturbating in my bed while listening to him moan and groan as he jerked off.

One thing led to another and soon enough I was getting fucked by him. At this point we are basically friends with benefits/roommates... continue reading