one of my guy best friends, someone ive known for years, accidentally left his phone unlocked and i saw one of his hidden folders... **TLDR: turns out hes been jerking off to me for months, looking and saving my pics and even some old bikini photos.**

honestly at first i was a bit weirded out, but thinking about it.... i got insanely turned on by the idea of my friend stroking their cock to me... i told some of my friends and apparently they all knew he had a crush on me but rumor has it his dick game is GOOOD so i wanted to see for myself.

a couple days later i was at his place and i confronted him and he told me he used to fantasize about fucking me but nothing more and he doesnt do it anymore... but things escalated a bit.

we were alone at his place and i basically jumped him. i pushed him onto his bed and we started making out, went down and pulled his cock out AND WOW HIS DICK WAS BIGGER THAN I THOUGHT.

his dick was rock hard and throbbing in my mouth. i suc... continue reading

Mid-February was gray, chilly, and incredibly winter-weary. I longed for warmth not only for my body but also for my soul. So when Sasha suggested we escape for the weekend to a country spa complex with outdoor thermal pools, I agreed without hesitation. My bags were packed in half an hour: swimsuits, robes, and a sense of anticipation. We arrived after dark. The complex, illuminated in a warm gold glow, was bathed in clouds of steam rising from the hot pools straight into the frosty sky. The contrast between the biting February air and the promise of scalding water was intoxicating in itself. After quickly changing in our room—spacious, wood-paneled, and scented with eucalyptus—we threw on white terrycloth robes and set out to explore the property. Right from the start, we were advised to start with the hammam to warm up properly. We found a marble room with a warm stone in the center, lit only by a dim starburst of fiber optics on the ceiling. Someone was already inside: through t... continue reading

My college friend, Lera, invited me out for the weekend—her husband, Sasha, and his friends had rented a large cottage by the lake to celebrate his birthday. I'd recently broken up with my boyfriend and agreed right away: I wanted to unwind, get away from it all. Lera said it would be a small group, seven or eight people, all close friends, and I got ready without a care in the world. I had to take the train, then a taxi. I put on my favorite sundress—a lightweight one with thin straps, white with tiny blue flowers, and mid-thigh length. I only wore a swimsuit underneath, because Lera had promised a sauna and a dip in the lake. The sundress was slightly see-through in the sun, but that added to the feeling of summer freedom. The cottage turned out to be large, wooden, with a terrace and a barbecue in the yard. When I arrived, Lera happily hugged me and introduced me to the guests. The group included: the birthday boy himself, Sasha; his colleague Denis, a large, bearded man of a... continue reading

My name is Seryoga. My partner, Dimon, and I work at a 24-hour supermarket on the outskirts. I'm a security guard, he's a loader. It's a night shift, from ten to eight. The job isn't particularly grim: you only get a couple of drunks a night, but you can grab something from the shelves in peace while no one's watching and spend some time on your phone. The only downside is the cameras, but we know the blind spots by heart. Our administrator's name is Vika. She's about twenty-five, and has a stunning figure. She always wears a tight skirt that falls just below her butt, a blouse a couple of buttons unbuttoned, and underneath, she wears obviously expensive lace lingerie, which Dimon and I noticed a couple of times when she bent over. She has slender legs in heels, and plump lips painted scarlet. Her hair is dark, shoulder-length. We called her "Star" among ourselves. Because for us, ordinary working people, such a woman would never be in our future.... continue reading

My name is Oleg, I'm 34. I'm a clinical psychologist by training, but I've been doing field therapy for eight years now, leaving the office. I lead small groups into the mountains, the taiga, and sometimes even the Altai Mountains. I specialize in working with psychosomatics and body blocks. I've long noticed that when you take someone out of their usual context—without mirrors, makeup, or social media—something truly happens to them. Especially with women. Especially with those who've been carrying around a shell of "I'm not pretty enough," "I'm shy," and "nobody wants me" for years. The idea of creating an off-site intensive program has matured. Five days in the mountains of Karelia, offline, focusing on body acceptance and liberation. No offices, hotel rooms, or other frills. Just forests, lakes, tents, and a sauna on the shore. I called the program "Reboot." A month before the start, I launched an ad through my former... continue reading

I’ve been looking for extra cash, so when my friend Maria told me the country club she works at needed another cart girl,I jumped on it right away. She said it was easy money: “Just be cute, smile a lot, wear a short skirt and a tight top that shows off your tits, bring the guys some drinks and their clubs, and the tips will roll in. Easy.”

Friday morning I rode with Maria to the country club. I wore my shortest white tennis skirt, a tight pink polo with the top buttons undone, and a tiny white thong underneath the skirt. Maria laughed and said, “Oh, Kayla, you’re gonna make good tips today.”

I got paired with Mike and Dave, two regulars in their early 50s. All three of us piled into one cart, me sitting in the front next to Mike and Dave in the back seat. At first, everything was pretty normal. I flirted a bit, laughed at their jokes, "accidentally" bent over so they could enjoy looking at my ass, and undid another button from my top. I was already getting a little thrilled by how... continue reading

I was sitting in the office until late, as usual. The computer light was already glaring, and it had long since gotten dark outside. Elena Sergeevna, my boss, was usually the last one to leave, but that evening she suddenly summoned me. "Come in," she said curtly into the chat. Nothing out of the ordinary, I thought. Another report, which I must have screwed up somewhere again. I walked in and immediately caught that scent—her expensive perfume and something else, barely perceptible, that always took my breath away. She was sitting at her desk in her usual office attire: a black leather skirt hugging her hips so tightly it seemed about to split, a white blouse unbuttoned one button too many, and under the desk—those same black stockings and high-heeled shoes. Black, patent leather, with a pointed toe. I tried not to look. It didn't work out well. "Sit down," she said, without looking up from the screen. Her voice was even, but it already had that note that usuall... continue reading

Hi! About six months ago, something nasty happened to me. On the one hand, it was quite scary and humiliating, but on the other, I still sometimes think about it at night and have already come several times while furiously rubbing my clit in the shower. That's probably why I finally decided to post it here. My name is Anya, I'm 23 years old, tall, slender, and brunette (177 cm tall), with long legs, a flat stomach, and a fairly athletic figure—I go to the gym a couple of times a week. My breasts are a C-plus size, firm, with small pink nipples that stand out clearly under my clothes. My face is ordinary but pretty—guys often stare at me on public transport. I work as a manager at a Moscow hypermarket, but I live in the suburbs, in a small village about forty minutes away by commuter train. Every day after my shift, I take the last "work" commuter train at 11:40 PM. It's usually almost empty—just the occasional passenger and me in my short sports skirt and tight,... continue reading

Olga worked as a senior manager in a large IT office in a business center on the outskirts of the city. She was twenty-five, and for the past six months, her back had been killing her: endless hours at the computer, poor posture, and stress. A friend recommended a private chiropractor's office on the ground floor of the same center. "There's a great chiropractor there; after seeing him, I felt like I was born again." Olga made an appointment. The first time, she entered a small but very clean office with soft lighting and the scent of essential oils. Instead of the woman she expected, she was greeted by a man of about thirty-seven—tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and scrub pants. He had a short haircut, light stubble, and a confident gaze. He introduced himself as Alexander and calmly explained that he owned the office alone, and that his partner was on maternity leave. Olga felt a little tense, but decided to let it slide. He performed a... continue reading

This was probably the most unexpected hookup I ever had in college, it felt like it truly came out of nowhere. I have a friend from high school named Austin. Austin came from a really good family, they were all nice people. We both grew up religious and at the time he was still going to church with his family every Sunday…that’s his mom, dad and his older sister. His sister is Brooke. She was a good, wholesome girl. She’d always done really well in high school and was president of the student council my junior year, when she was a senior. She’s pretty. She’s a brunette of course, with a full body, nice breasts and a great ass. During this time, Austin lived at home still and we went to college together. Our friend group would sometimes go hang out over there on the weekends.

Brooke was away at college in a different city, but would come back to town for big holidays or if it was a long weekend. This time she was back in town for Memorial Day weekend. Brooke and I had spoken a bit bef... continue reading

It had been three months since Alina broke up with Egor. The twenty-eight-year-old fitness trainer with a perfectly toned figure, toned abs, and a firm butt had firmly decided she wouldn't be in a new relationship. But, as they say, you can't fight nature. Daily workouts to the point of exhaustion and a vibrator in the shower afterwards barely saved her. Alina was wet at night, waking up from wet dreams, but a relationship? No, she didn't want that. That evening, the gym had already closed to clients. Alina decided to stay and work out herself, relieving the pent-up stress of a hard day. She changed into short, tight shorts and a sports bra that barely contained her firm, C-cup breasts. The gym was empty, the lights dim, and only the hum of the air conditioner. But when she emerged from the women's locker room, she saw Egor—her ex-lover, the owner of the gym—lingering in the office. Next to him stood his best friend, Ruslan—a true muscle-bound bodybuilder, six-foot-s... continue reading

I was on my stomach on a towel in a black bikini with my top untied because I hate tan lines, half reading something on my phone, half just listening to everyone talk. The bikini bottoms were doing what bikini bottoms do on a figure like mine, which is not much, and I was aware of that in the comfortable way you get when you've made your peace with having a lot of ass.

Caleb was down at the water with a couple of the guys throwing a football around in the surf. I was not paying attention to this. I was definitely not watching him come back up the beach shaking water out of his hair, board shorts low on his hips, stomach flat, shoulders broader than I remembered from the last time I'd seen him. Looking like that.

He dropped onto the towel next to mine and stole a chip from the bag by my elbow. I was still on my stomach, top untied, and when I shifted to look at him I felt the sides of it fall away and had to press back down quickly. He was very politely looking at my face when I glanc... continue reading

Château de Valmont, hidden in the dense vineyards of the Loire, was transformed every April into a temple for the most discerning collectors. The stone vaults of the main hall trembled with hushed voices, and the air was thick with the aroma of aged Cabernet, old oak, and expensive tobacco. I, a twenty-four-year-old sommelier, was working at this private auction for only my second time. My task was simple and honorable: introduce the lots, describe the terroir, pour into glasses, and ensure that not a drop was wasted. None of the guests noticed how I nervously twitched my fingers behind my back as the price of yet another bottle of 1947 soared. The auction proceeded as usual—the gavel banged, the glasses clinked, and I stood at the long table with decanters, smiling and nodding. No one suspected that below me, two floors down, in the ancient wine cellar, a completely different game was already underway. After the last lot, as guests began to disperse to the terrace with cigars, the... continue reading

The train pulled out, and my pussy was already wet, anticipating the journey. Two days to Vladivostok, a compartment, a ticket for the top berth. I spotted my neighbors right away: across from him was a sturdy man of about forty, lean, with sinewy arms, clearly the type who spends his life outside the office. Next to him was a younger guy, just a boy, about twenty, with a hungry gaze that immediately landed on my breasts the moment I took off my jeans. And from below, in the side bunk, a third man was already peering in—a demobilized soldier, judging by his haircut and mannerisms, returning home after a year of abstinence. I adjusted the strap of my top, letting the lace of my bra peek out just enough to make the boy gulp, and climbed onto my bunk, wiggling my legging-clad ass in front of my fellow passengers. The evening promised to be languid. By ten thirty, the train's whistle was humming steadily, and the main lights in the car were dimmed, leaving only blue nightlights. The... continue reading

The pool is a special aquarium in the evenings. By evening, the water is as smooth as glass, the lights are dimmed, and only the steady hum of the pumps breaks the silence. My group of adults had left about twenty minutes ago, and I was about to close the door when she appeared on the edge. Marina. The only one of them all wearing a tailored swimsuit, but it fit so well that every man on the path instinctively held his breath as she emerged from the water. She was in her early thirties, with a ring on her finger and a son whom she sometimes brought along. She was married, happy, and fit. Judging by the occasional exchange, everything was going well with her husband: a comfortable house, a mortgage, and a vacation in Turkey. But there was something else about her. A kind of hungry pucker at the corner of her mouth when she thought no one was watching. The way she lingered after practice, swimming closer than necessary when I explained stroke technique. That evening she asked me to he... continue reading

As the week went on, Kylie and I kept hanging out, but kept things pretty tame. Just making out and some tame groping. We heard there was a night coming up where everyone in the camp would be gathered in a place on the opposite side of the plaza from where we were staying. I shot Kylie a look and she returned it and I knew that we were going to fuck that night. We went about our duties with our assignments around the camp, I tried to volunteer extra when I could just to help out. One of my shifts was again supervising at the building where me and Kylie had our encounter. This time Lori was there. Lori was the other brunette I met the first day along with Kylie and the blonde girl, Sam. We’d been talking a bit, and we’d worked a couple shifts in the same places, but not necessarily together like we were that day. I was chatting with her, learning about her and her life. She was really interesting and cool. She liked to draw, paint, sew….anything creative. I like doing creative projects... continue reading

When \[m\]y wife Jane was pregnant with our second child we met a couple (Steve and Ann) at the antenatal classes and became good friends with them. They also had another child about the same age as our eldest, so we would go to each others houses a lot for them to play together.

As the women couldn't drink we got into the habit of playing board games of an evening. We would settle the kids in bed for a sleep over and mainly chat but play various games. This was before the game Cards Against Humanity was launched but we had a very similar type of card game that asked probing questions and revealed peoples secrets and desires. We quickly learnt that everyone around the table was both a bit kinky and open minded.

One question was if we had ever played Spin the Bottle. We all admitted we did and reminisced our past experiences. Steve suggested we should play it. We all politely declined in front of our partners but we were all secretly keen and didn't need much persuasion. My wife was c... continue reading

This vacation was supposed to be Roma and I's salvation. Or at least an attempt to mend what had been falling apart at the seams for the last six months. Constant arguments, misunderstandings, a cold bed—the standard fare of a five-year relationship crisis. The idea of a wild trek in the mountains was his. "Let's get a change of scenery, test our limits, no internet—just us and nature," he urged me, scrolling through a website offering extreme tours. Tired of the office and the drab city, I reluctantly agreed, not even suspecting how this decision would turn out. The organizer, a certain Viktor, met us in a battered but powerful SUV at the designated spot—a rickety sign marking the border of the national park. He was a man in his forties, lean, with sun-bleached blond hair and a penetrating gaze from his light-gray eyes that made me feel a little uneasy. His partner, introduced as Zakhar, sat silently behind the wheel and nodded briefly, a smoldering cigarette stil... continue reading

In college I volunteered at a Christian summer camp with a few other college-aged people. They called us sponsors like it was AA. A buddy of mine, Zack, was volunteering and said I should come along because the camp was in a cool place with spots to hike, swim and there was a plaza with a couple stores where a lot of girls our age hung out. We had an orientation meeting for all the sponsors at the camp that everyone had to attend. I found Zack when I got to the meeting place and he saw a few people he knew that were also volunteering and said we should go join them. We walked over and the group had two more guys I vaguely knew through Zack and three girls I never met. The first one I met was a blonde named Sam, then a brunette named Kylie and lastly another brunette named Lori.

I felt bad when I met Lori because Kylie had my full attention from the beginning and I don’t know if I even told Lori my name. Kylie had an emo type of vibe. Not like crazy, full on Hot Topic, but she wore a... continue reading

Ira fundamentally disliked visiting the Mukhins. More than that—every such trip evoked a dull, gnawing irritation in the pit of her stomach, which, as a well-bred woman, she had spent years learning to disguise behind a polite smile. The source of this irritation had a specific name: Vadim. Her husband's old college friend, and also the main witness at their wedding, was the man who had once committed an unforgivable act against Ira, which she preferred not to mention to anyone, not even Oleg. She simply shoved the incident into the back of her mind, sprinkled it with everyday life, and pretended it never happened. It worked poorly, however—whenever they were in the same company again, everything would come back to her in detail: the scent of his cologne, his sticky gaze, and her own humiliating numbness. But Oleg adored these forays of the "old guard"; for him, they were a breath of fresh air amidst his dreary accounting, and refusing him meant causing a scandal with un... continue reading