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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

They rented a dacha for the summer, an old log house on the edge of the village, with a sagging fence, apple trees, and a sauna house at the back of the property. Neighbors were rare, mostly on weekends, and on weekdays it was so quiet you could hear the overripe apples falling. That Friday, Lena arrived alone. Her husband was supposed to be arriving later; he had a big emergency at work, so she decided not to wait for him in stuffy Moscow and instead dash out of town. By the time she got there and unpacked her bags, it was already dark. The house greeted her with the smell of old wood and dust. She opened the windows, letting in the night air, scented with grass and river dampness. A text came from her husband: "I'll be late, don't wait up." She chuckled, put her phone down, thought, "Here we are, romance!" She poured herself some tea, and sat on the veranda. She was too lazy to heat the bathhouse alone, but her body ached from the journey and she wanted to... continue reading

I matched with this Swedish exchange student on Tinder. Arvid. 6'4, blonde, shoulders like a doorframe, the kind of build where you see his photos and go "those are edited" and then he shows up and he's BIGGER in person?? He took me to this sushi place, pulled my chair out, paid for everything. Total gentleman. Halfway through dinner he leans in and goes "just so you know... I'm a lot to handle" and I'm like okay buddy every guy thinks he's big lol

CUT TO HIS APARTMENT

We barely got through the door before he had me pressed against the wall kissing me. Big hands on my waist pulling me into him and I could already feel him hard against my stomach through his jeans (against my STOMACH, that should've been the warning sign). Clothes came off fast, I don't even remember the order, and then I pulled his jeans down and just... stared.

His cock was forearm thick. I am not exaggerating. The kind of big where your brain needs a second to do the math like is this physically going to fit insid... continue reading

My name is Vera. This is the story of how I ordered new wallpaper and received something completely different. My husband, Andrey, had been promising to renovate our bedroom for six months. One less-than-ideal day, tired of listening to his excuses about being busy, I simply hired a crew. More precisely, one person—Timur. A friend recommended him, praising his skill and reasonable prices. My husband reacted to my high-handedness with a sluggish air: "Okay, let him try. Just don't bother me with all this nonsense; let him figure it out himself." Timur arrived on Monday morning. Tall, calm, with calloused palms and a piercing brown gaze. Compared to my perpetually tired husband, hunched over his laptop, he looked like an alien from a planet where men still have arms growing out of their shoulders. For the first two days, I watched him with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. He did everything himself: removing old furniture, stripping wallpaper, and spackling the walls.... continue reading

I keep thinking about last weekend and smiling like an idiot so I figured I'd post about it.

So my friend Danny and I have been close since freshman year. We're not dating or anything, we've just always had this comfortable thing where we hang out constantly and there's probably some tension there but neither of us has ever done anything about it (until now obviously lol).

Last Saturday he came over to help me wash my car. It was still hot out where I live, we were in my driveway, and at some point I sprayed him with the hose because he said something dumb and it turned into a full on water fight. We were both completely drenched, covered in soap, my shirt was see-through and stuck to me and I could see him trying not to stare which was adorable.

Nobody else was home so I told him we should just throw our clothes in the wash and take a shower to get the soap off. He said okay but when I started pulling my shirt off in the laundry room he got all stiff and awkward. Like he didn't kno... continue reading

I got a job as a security guard at a construction site the summer after my second year. The pay wasn't great, but the work was easy: sit in a trailer, patrol the area twice a night, and make sure cables and tools weren't stolen. The site was secluded, behind garages, with not a soul around. It suited me—I was reading a lot back then, and here it was quiet. The woman showed up a week later. Her name was Lyuda. She worked as a crane operator, but the crane at that site hadn't been installed yet, so she was assigned to work as a storekeeper—handing out gloves, hard hats, and nails. She lived right there, in a trailer next to my trailer. She was about thirty-five, maybe a little older. Not a beauty, but shapely: strong arms, a wide backside, large breasts, but not sagging, like dough in a pan—they rose when she laughed. She was cheerful and loud. She would come out in the evening in her robe, sit on the steps of the trailer, and smoke, looking at me. I would pretend to read.... continue reading

so I was supposed to be out the whole night but plans changed and I ended up back at the apartment around midnight. before I even got the door fully open I could hear her, like actually hear her, moaning loud through the wall, so I came in as quietly as I could.

they were on the couch. her boyfriend had her legs pulled all the way up to his chest, holding them there, and was just absolutely railing her. the way they were positioned he was facing the door so he clocked me the second I walked in, but she had no idea I was there.

the moment he saw me he started going harder. like immediately, visibly harder, slamming into her while keeping full eye contact with me lmaooo. he made a little gesture with his hand that she was drunk, so I stepped closer instead of leaving like a normal person.

she had this tiny pink tank top on and it was basically see-through from sweat, like I could see everything, every bounce, her nipples completely hard, the whole thing. he lifted her up and started f... continue reading

I owed Slava forty thousand since last winter. Back then, I thought I'd borrow it and pay it back quickly, but things weren't working out with my job, then I got fired, then I found a new one, but it paid less. Anyway, by autumn, I realized the amount had grown: Slava calculated the interest, reminded me every month, but didn't push me. He was generally a calm person, the kind of guy who knows how to wait. Vera and I had been living together for three years. She worked in a salon, and I hung out wherever I could. The sex was casual: two or three times a week, longer on weekends, nothing fancy. I was happy with it. I think she was too, although a couple of times she mentioned wanting to try something new. I laughed it off because I didn't understand what she was missing. In November, Slava came to our house. He said he needed money by the end of the month, otherwise he'd go to my parents—they'd definitely help, but I didn't want that. Vera sat next to him,... continue reading

Andrei rented a one-room apartment on the fifth floor with no elevator. The building was old, paneled, with a perpetually smelly entryway and neighbors who listened to the television as if it were on full blast. The apartment was lousy, but cheap. And the landlady—a woman with a heavy gaze—wasn't intrusive into his life. Or rather, she wasn't until he stopped paying. At first, he just delayed it for a week. Then two. Then a month. He had money, but he squandered it: bets, beer, some idiot from a dating site who squeezed everything he had on his card out of him. And then she came. Tamara Ivanovna. 45 years old. Plump, with wide hips, a bob haircut, and arms that could clearly carry bags and much heavier objects. She didn't yell from the doorway. She walked into the kitchen, sat on a stool, and crossed her legs. Her high-heeled pump swung in the air. "Two months," she said. "Plus utilities. Total sixty-four thousand." "I don't have any right now,&#3... continue reading

This was a few months ago. I was on a break with my boyfriend, the kind where you both know it is technically a break but you are also both secretly hoping it is not permanent. My best friend and I booked a last minute trip to this party resort on the coast because we needed to do something chaotic and it felt right.

Second night there we met two guys at a bar. We were all pretty drunk and one thing led to another and somehow we ended up back in our hotel room with them, more drinks, some other stuff, the whole situation escalating in that way that feels inevitable in hindsight I guess.

Here is the thing. There was one double bed. Mine and my friend's. And at some point we were both on it with these guys and I remember looking over at her like... are we actually doing this? And she just kind of shrugged and smiled and that was that.

It was so hot. Like unexpectedly, embarrassingly hot. We were both getting fucked right next to each other and we kept catching each other's eyes and at... continue reading

Hey everyone, had so much fun posting before so I wanted to share another one. Sorry if it is a little long I just love getting all the details out lol.

I am a very submissive person and free use has always been something that genuinely excites me. The idea of someone using my body purely for their own pleasure with zero regard for mine is so hot to me. A while back I talked to my boyfriend about trying it and we set some limits and figured out a system together.

After doing some research I liked the idea of using coloured hair ties to signal what I was up for. Green meant anything goes. Yellow meant hands or mouth only. Red meant not right now. We tried it for a few days and it went well but he was quite tame about it, very respectful, never really pushed anything. It was fun but I wanted more.

A few months later we were doing a full week of it. Things had been about the same. He was still being gentle and considerate which I appreciate in literally every other context but was not... continue reading