no category Erotic Stories

So quick thing about me. I'm the office alt girl. Tattoos, dark lipstick, chunky jewelry, band shirts under my blazer when I can get away with it. Big tits that I've stopped pretending to hide because minimizer bras are a scam and life's too short. I know I stick out in a corporate office and I'm fine with it. Most of my coworkers don't know what to do with me.

Now there's this guy. Different department. Quiet, glasses, always has his headphones in. The kind of guy who brings his own lunch in a container and eats at his desk reading something on his phone. We've talked maybe a dozen times in the year I've been working here. Morning greetings, small talk in the pantry, one time he helped me fix a formula in excel and his arm brushed mine and I caught him glance down at my chest for half a second before snapping back to the screen and turning red. I thought about that for three days. But I never made a move because he seemed like the type who'd apologize for bumping into a door. Espec... continue reading

On a business trip, I was sitting in my room for the third evening, completely at a loss for what to do with myself. I was fed up with TV, and so was my correspondence with my wife. I opened a website and scrolled through the profiles. One photo showed a girl of about twenty-two, thin, smiling, and wrote, "gentle, uninhibited." I messaged her. We agreed on an hour, I sent her a deposit, and gave her my number. Forty minutes later, there was a knock. I opened the door—and it wasn't her. About thirty-two years old, plump, short hair, a leather jacket, and a shoulder bag. She was definitely different from the photo. — Are you Andrey? - Yes... And you? — It's me today. A photo for those who are afraid. If you want a sweet girl, I'm not her. My rules. If you don't like it, the door is behind you. I stood there in my shorts and a T-shirt; it was already stupid to try to win back. The money was gone. I nodded. - Then close the door and take everything off. Don't... continue reading

My best friend Val needed me to come on this overnight lake house trip with our college friend group because her parents only let her go out when I'm there (I'm the alibi, the responsible one, the eternal third wheel lmaoo). The real reason she wanted to go was to spend the night with her boyfriend Cole. I said fine because I love her and also free vacation

So there's about 12 of us at this lake house, drinking, playing cards, eating pizza, and around 10pm someone pulls out a hat and we start doing written dares where you write a dare and how many people have to do it and toss it in

Early dares were chill, sexy dance, call your ex, standard stuff. Then someone pulled out a dare that said "skinny dip for 3 minutes" and the bottle landed on Cole and the girl whose lake house it was

The girl was shy about it but Cole stripped down like it was nothing and when I say I got a FULL view of Val's boyfriend I mean FULL, he was standing there under the patio lights completely naked and I was... continue reading

He rents apartments exclusively to female students. Everyone knows this, but no one talks about it out loud. His building is old, three stories, on a quiet street near the university. The apartments are small but clean. And the price is below market. Much lower. I've been renting from him since my second year. Now I'm in my fourth. The room is small, with a window overlooking the courtyard, a bed, a table, and a closet. Everything is modest, but it's mine. My parents think I'm lucky. I thought so too. For the first three months. He comes unannounced. He has his own keys. He says he needs to check the condition of the apartment. The pipes, the wiring. All that stuff. The first time, I just opened the door in my robe. He looked at me, then at the bed. He said the mattress needed to be changed. I nodded. He came over, touched the mattress, then touched me. I stood there like an idiot. He took his time. He took off my robe, then my panties. I didn't even have time to... continue reading

I want to tell another story about how the most ordinary people unexpectedly discover new dimensions of pleasure. My wife, Irina, and I are 34 and 29. I work in IT, and she's a speech therapist. We're a perfectly ordinary couple: I'm a little overweight but try to stay in shape, and Irina has short brown hair, small B-cup breasts, and a sporty butt. She's shy, but over the years, she's become more trusting of me in bed. Our friends were Pasha and Lena. Pasha was 38, a long-haul truck driver, a big man with a beer belly. Lena was his wife, 31, a brunette with C-cup breasts and wide hips. They were simpler than us, but it was precisely this simplicity that attracted us. Pasha was never shy about his words, and Lena would easily slap me on the butt or sit on Irina's lap and start whispering in her ear. We rented a friend's dacha—an old wooden house with a sauna, a swimming pool, and a huge terrace covered in wild grapes. We arrived on Friday evening and imme... continue reading

I didn't tell him. That's the thing. Usually I do. Usually I bring it up early because I have learned the hard way that guys react better when they know upfront than when they find out later. I have had guys flip out on me. Like flip the fuck out. It's not fun. That is why I usually make sure people know as early as possible.

But this guy. I honestly don't know why I didn't say anything I think I just got lost in the conversation. I was pretty into it I guess and I just forgot. I know that might sound crazy, but imagine if you had to remember to tell people "by the way i'm a girl" during a random conversation or something.

We were at a bar and he was flirting with me hard and I was into it and the conversation moved fast and I just never found the opening.

He was tall. Kind of muscular but not in a gym way. More like he actually uses his body for work. He had this confident smile and he kept touching my arm when he talked and I liked it a lot. He bought me a drink and then another... continue reading

so i matched with this guy online a couple days ago and we had been talking for maybe like two days before he invited me over. he was cute and forward and i was already horny so i ended up being pretty direct with him that i was down to fuck. i'm hypersexual like that sometimes. i just get into these headspaces where i need it and nothing else is going to fix it.

i drove over to his place and he opened the door and he was taller than his pictures which was nice. but then i walked in and there was another guy sitting on the couch playing video games who was his roommate. he looked up at me and then looked at the guy i matched with and you could tell this wasn't planned. "i thought you were going out tonight" the guy said to him. the roommate just shrugged and said "plans fell through."

it was kind of awkward for like ten seconds. the guy i matched with looked at me like he was sorry and i could tell he was embarrassed. but honestly i didn't care at all. i thought the roommate was cute... continue reading

I woke to the sound of laughter, loud, bright, impossible to ignore. I pulled on a robe and went downstairs, Emily and Jenna were in the kitchen, shoes off, dresses rumpled, glowing from their night out. Takeout boxes covered the counter. Jenna was reenacting something ridiculous; Emily was already laughing too hard to stand straight.

“Scott!” Emily called when she saw me, leaning on Jenna for balance. “We didn’t mean to wake you.” I didn’t mind. Their joy filled the room. Emily’s hair was falling out of its bun, the cross on her necklace catching the light as she giggled. Jenna whispered something to her, and they laughed again.

“We’re just finishing the party,” Emily said, teasing. “You can watch. You like to watch." Jenna looked at her, puzzled by the turn of phrase. Emily stumbled into the living room and snapped her fingers with mock imperiousness.

"Bring us more wine. "

Jenna was halfway through another loud story when I brought them refilled glasses of wine. Emily was laughi... continue reading

My friend Dima and I have been friends for years, and it was his birthday—he was 22. So, naturally, I came. Of course, how could he not? He was renting an apartment with his girlfriend, Lera. She's so beautiful, slim, with a round butt, neat B-cup breasts, dark shoulder-length hair, and brown eyes. Basically, even the first time I saw her, I thought Dima was lucky. So, when I showed up, almost all the guests had already left, leaving just me, Dima, and Lera. His roommate, Artyom, was there, too, but he'd left somewhere earlier, so it was just the three of us. We were sitting in the kitchen, drinking beer, laughing at all sorts of bullshit, reminiscing about school and partying. Lera had already had a fair amount to drink, her face flushed, her eyes shining, and she kept looking at me strangely. At first, I didn't pay attention—well, who knows, she'd been drinking. But then she started clinging to me when we went into the room, like they wanted to continue. Dima seeme... continue reading

last weekend i went to a party at someone's apartment and i decided i would wear a butt plug and try to find someone to do anal with. usually i don't really like anal but for some reason i was kinda craving getting my ass fucked. just feeling slutty i guess lol. i put it in before i even got dressed, threw a little bottle of lube in my purse, and put on this tight skirt that barely covered anything. i knew exactly what i was doing. i wanted someone to find it.

i do love butt plugs though. i don't know what it is but something about walking around in public with a plug in my ass makes me so wet i can barely function. like just sitting down on a chair and feeling it shift inside me while i'm having a normal conversation with someone. it's so hot. i'm such a slut for that feeling honestly. i guess i just like the risk.

so i got to the party and it was pretty chill. just people drinking and talking and music playing. i was talking to this guy near the kitchen who was tall and cute and we... continue reading

So I am a clown, I am the entire circus, I have zero self respect and my pussy has even less and I need to tell someone because my friends are tired of hearing about this man lmaoo

My ex and I are TOXIC, like capital T toxic, we've broken up and gotten back together so many times I've lost count, it's embarrassing, my best friend has stopped asking "are you guys together?" and just assumes the answer changes weekly (she's right)

The thing is, he fucks me so good that I physically cannot stay away from him 😭 like I've tried, I've deleted his number, I've blocked him, I've gone on dates with other guys and the whole time I'm sitting there thinking "this man does not eat pussy like my ex does" and it's OVER for me

He eats pussy like it's his last meal every single time, tongue on my clit doing these perfect circles while his fingers are inside me and he doesn't stop until I'm shaking and pushing his head away and he just grips my thighs tighter and keeps going, and his dick game is ins... continue reading

Let me start from the beginning. I matched with this woman on one of those dating apps for couples a few weeks ago, she was sweet, funny, we talked every day for like a week before she told me she was married and her husband knew and they were looking to explore together because she'd recently opened up about being attracted to women and he was supportive and wanted to be part of it. I almost unmatched because that felt like a lot but she was so genuine about it and we'd already built a real connection so I stayed

We all got on a group call and the husband was chill and respectful and they both made me feel comfortable and after a few more days of talking we planned to meet at their house on Saturday

So Saturday comes and I prepped like I was going to war, full wax, moisturized everywhere, shaved everything, I bought lube and condoms and even packed some extra stuff in my bag in case they wanted to get really freaky, like I was READY, my pussy was ready, my whole body was ready, I ha... continue reading

I stand by the window, my back to them, and hear the rustling of silk and the clinking of thin glass behind me. Down below, the hotel bar is still buzzing with guests, someone shouting a toast, someone crying into a vest. But here, on the twenty-third floor, there are only three people and an entire night that will never be anyone else's. I know why I'm here. I know why she called me. I know he's silent not because he's against it. I turn around. She's sitting on the edge of the huge bed, still wearing her dress—white, heavy, with the corset I laced for her this morning at the hotel, before the ceremony. I remember my fingers sliding along the laces, her laughing and saying, "Don't overdo it, I need to breathe when I say 'I do.'" It was a joke then. Now I look at her, and it seems as if I'm still holding those laces in my hands. He's standing by the minibar. He's wearing a shirt, no longer a jacket, his bow tie untied and hanging a... continue reading

If you are looking for a sign this is YOUR SIGN, give that quiet nerdy innocent looking boy who doesn't swear and can barely hold your hand a FUCKING CHANCE because I did last weekend and I am not the same person anymore lmaoo

Let me explain because I need to scream about this somewhere

So there's this guy in my study group, I'll call him Miles, he's got glasses, wears button downs to class, carries a tote bag with a book in it at all times, has never said a single curse word in the two years I've known him, blushes when someone tells a dirty joke, the guy every mom wants her daughter to bring home. He asked me to get dinner after our final study session and I said yes mostly because I felt bad and partly because he's actually pretty cute, like he hasn't realized he's attractive yet and that somehow makes it worse

Dinner was sweet, he was nervous, kept adjusting his glasses, asked me real questions about my life, paid without making it weird, and then asked if I wanted to come back... continue reading

The highway stretched into darkness, and the headlights revealed only a gray ribbon of asphalt and the occasional light pole. I'd been driving for three hours now and was starting to nod off. The coffee I'd drunk at the last gas station had long since worn off. The cabin smelled of diesel fuel, and the radio, which I wasn't listening to, crackled through the speakers. A figure stood on the side of the road, at the turnoff to some godforsaken village. They were hitchhiking. I slowed down and pulled over. A girl. Young, wearing a jacket unsuitable for the weather, with a backpack slung over one shoulder. Her face was pale, her lips pursed. I rolled down the window. - Far? "To the city," she answered. Her voice was so gentle. "About two hundred kilometers from here." I took a closer look at her. Her jeans were dirty, her sneakers were broken. She was standing on a highway where buses don't go, and clearly hadn't been for a long time. - Sit down. She... continue reading

The phone rang at half past one in the morning. I wasn't sleeping. I was just lying there and staring at the ceiling. I picked up the phone. - Are you sleeping? I recognized the voice right away. Lenka. A classmate. We hadn't seen each other for about three years, I think. Not since she married some serious guy with a job and a car. - No. — Come over. Just to talk. She gave me the address. I didn't ask what had happened. I could tell from her voice that it had already happened. I got dressed and went out. She opened the door immediately, as if she'd been standing underneath it. She was wearing a robe, her hair was hastily pulled back, and her eyes were red. — Come in. I took off my shoes. I went into the kitchen. On the table was an open bottle of wine and one glass. She took out a second one. — Let's talk? We talked. About university, about his stupid jokes, about how he stole her from under my nose back in our fourth year. She laughed, then cried, then laughed... continue reading

So there's this woman at my gym, Priya, she's like 30. We're not really friends, more like we always end up on treadmills next to each other and started chatting. A few months ago we grabbed smoothies after a session and somehow the conversation got really personal really fast. She started telling me about how she has this thing where she cums super quick during sex, like within a couple minutes, and then everything gets so sensitive it almost hurts and she completely loses interest. She said guys get annoyed because they feel like she's done with them before they've even started, and she tried hooking up with women but she has zero desire to go down on a girl or do anything back so they lose patience too. She was venting about it like she was genuinely frustrated (not the word, I mean like actually upset about it) and I just felt bad for her.

I don't even know how it happened exactly but we went back to her apartment and I ended up going down on her. I'd never done anything with a gi... continue reading

Kai has been my best friend for almost two years, like ACTUALLY platonic, no tension, no flirting, just two depressed people who bonded over sad playlists and sitting in silence together when neither of us had energy to talk. He'd just gotten out of this long relationship and I was going through it mentally so we just kind of found each other. He's tall, lean, has these dark eyes and messy hair but I literally never thought about him like that because he was just Kai, my safe person, the guy I'd fall asleep next to on his couch watching documentaries about cults at 3am

So two nights ago I was at his apartment, his roommates were all gone for the weekend, we were on the floor listening to music and sharing his speaker going back and forth with songs and I got up to queue something on his laptop and before I could step away he grabbed my wrist and just... looked at me

And I swear to god this was not the Kai I knew because the Kai I knew has never once made me feel anything below the wa... continue reading

The bike died on the outskirts of town, coughing and spitting blue smoke. I managed to slide to the side of the road, curse out loud, and even kick the innocent tire, though it was clear from the start that the tire wasn't the problem. After half an hour of fruitless fiddling with the carburetor, I admitted defeat and headed along the highway to what the map said was a village with the promising name "Remont." It sounded like a mockery. The workshop was found just beyond a slanted sign—a long, corrugated iron hangar, in front of which sat the rusty hulk of a Gazelle and several motorcycles in varying states of disrepair. Inside, the smell of machine oil, old rubber, and heated metal was strangely soothing, like the scent of an autumn forest. The owner stood with her back to me, bent over the workbench. She looked to be around thirty-five or forty, one of those women whom age neither beautifies nor deforms, but simply molds into a tight, shapely form. Her work overalls we... continue reading

Nico is this guy in our friend group who I was SO sure was gay when I first met him. Like he's gorgeous, sharp jaw, tall, skinny, great hair, but the way he moves and talks is super soft?? Very animated, very expressive, does this thing where he flips his hand when he's telling a story. I had a massive crush on him but I was like okay this beautiful man likes men, I'll just make him my bestfriend and admire from a distance (tragic right)

TURNS OUT HE'S STRAIGHT. Just feminine. I didn't believe it until we were all roasting each other around the campfire and I ran out of comebacks so I called him a f*g (I KNOW I KNOW it just came out) and this man looks me dead in the eyes and goes "keep talking and I'll fuck that attitude out of you"

My jaw literally dropped lmaoo I had never heard him say ANYTHING like that. Like sir you were just showing me skincare routines twenty minutes ago??

So that night everyone got wasted except me and him. I was on mom duty making sure nobody choked on the... continue reading