Many of you have probably rented an apartment from friends. It seems comfortable, humane, and not like living with strangers. That's exactly what happened to us. The apartment was rented to us by Lyokha, an old acquaintance of mine from college. We weren't exactly best friends, but we were on good terms, occasionally bumped into each other and had a drink. When my wife and I were looking for a place to rent, he just vacated his one-room apartment and offered it to us. The price was reasonable, no realtors involved, everything was reasonable. We agreed. Everything went smoothly for the first few months. We paid on time, Lyokha would stop by occasionally to pick up money, and we'd drink tea and talk. He'd just broken up with his girlfriend and was living alone in the house next door, in the same courtyard. It was even convenient for us; if anything happened, he was nearby. Then I started having delays at work. A month, then two. At first, we managed, but then we ran ou
When I was 19 (f26 now) and in my first year of uni back home when the bills started piling up, so I took a job at a strip club working one or two weekend nights. Before you ask, I was at legal age for this. The place was cool as hell, dark lights and a proper stage with poles that actually spun smooth, and every guy who came in was kind. They tipped very well, fortunately never grabbed without asking, and treated the girls like we were running the show. It was my third week when the disaster hit. We were rotating through the dances and halfway through the night I locked eyes with a new guest across from the pole and froze. It was my fucking professor (male in his 50s). Sudden panic shot straight through me, I remember how my heart was hammering, legs were shaking, but I had to keep moving like nothing was wrong. I had almost no hope he wouldn’t recognise me. Uni had only just started and I’d sat through maybe two of his lectures, though he taught four groups from my year at once s
My name is Max. I'm 26 and I work in logistics, working shifts that vary, sometimes including night shifts. I have a girlfriend, Lera. She's 23. She's about 165 cm tall, has a normal figure, not too skinny or too curvy. She has B-cup breasts, but large nipples, which I've always liked. She's in her final year of college and works part-time at a cafe on weekends. We're currently living with her parents, who are strict, so she usually spends the night at mine when she can. We've been dating for almost two years. Sexually, everything's fine; she likes it long and deep, but she rarely gives oral sex and always with reservations. She never gives anal sex, saying it hurts and isn't necessary. Today was supposed to be a normal day off, but this morning Lera texted that Katya, her friend from her class, had a birthday. They rented a dacha outside the city, a small group of about fifteen people. Katya invited Lera, and she immediately lit up. At first, I b
my halloween costume is posted on my profile i took a video :). i wore a pleated tennis skirt and a white tub top over it tho lol. i'm not a total slut going out wearing lingerie lmao. i’ve had a crush on my friends older brother since high school. i didn't know if he would be there but i showed up with a bunch of friends all in costumes. i love walking into the room and being the prettiest girl ugh that sounds so shallow and egotistical but seriously i get off on it. i love showing off. it's halloween and i'm lowkey like wandering around her place peaking around corners seeing if he's there. then i see him talking with some ppl i like internally freaked out and didn't know what to do. i know he saw me and i swear when he looked at me it was like i was back in school again. he looks exactly like i always had him remembered in my head - half italian half korean. tall, lean. he’s gotten more athletic. when he's talking to his sister i go over to, you know, "say hi to her" but really
I boarded the train in the late afternoon. My ticket was for a reserved seat, but the conductor upgraded me to a free compartment for a small fee—I had an all-night journey ahead of me, and there just happened to be a rowdy group in the reserved seat. The compartment turned out to be for two, with lower berths. I threw my bag upstairs, stripped down to my T-shirt, and sat by the window. It was already getting dark outside, and the occasional lights of the station flickered. The woman entered just as the train was starting to move. At first, I didn't realize who it was. The face was familiar, yet alien—like when you remember someone as a young person and see them years later. She put down her suitcase, took off her coat, and only then looked at me carefully. “You?” she asked. I nodded. Her name was Lena. It was a dacha community, the late nineties. We lived two properties away. She was still in school then, wearing short shorts and tank tops without a bra, and I was already quite
I have so many different stories I want to tell right now, but you guys have seemed to really liked the ones with Kelsey, so I've got another good one from that time. I literally just remembered this as I bought Halloween candy for a party I'm going to tonight and saw sour Skittles in the mix. We'd still been keeping everything on the down low and we were surprisingly really good at evading suspicion. I remember one time I was talking to a coworker about girls I thought were cute. He laughed when I mentioned her name. "She would be grossed out just at the idea of you two together," he said. I refrained from telling him she had swallowed my load in the parking lot a few days prior. One Friday night the two of us and a few other coworkers and her friends decided to hit up this concert in Orange County. Some emo band - I don't remember who. The plan was to drive down there and spend the night at this one girl's cousin's house. The drive was made significantly less fun for me by the fac
My wife and I were almost thirty-five years old. Over the years, we had achieved many of our dreams, built careers, and started a family we both felt comfortable in. We had been together for almost fifteen years, but our relationship remained filled with tenderness, mutual interest, and passion. I worked remotely as a mobile app developer. I loved creating products that people used every day. The job required focus, a technical mindset, and constant learning of new technologies, but the freedom to organize my own time was one of its main benefits. Lately, I've been working on a particularly interesting project—a dating app aimed at people looking for casual encounters. I was eager to finish development and test my brainchild in practice. I've often found myself thinking that the project could be useful to me personally. My wife also achieved success in her profession. She worked as a lawyer at a major bank, where she required attentiveness, perseverance, and the ability to m
I have a leak under my bathroom sink that has been dripping for two weeks. I told my RA about it twice. Maintenance has not come. The bucket I put under it fills up every day and I am tired of emptying it. Dev said he would come look at it. Dev is my best friend's older brother. I have mentioned him before. He is twenty three and he works construction and he has big hands and he knows how to fix things and he has been inside me more times than either of us will ever admit to his sister. I knew he was coming at four. I took a shower at three forty five. I timed it so I would be getting out right when he knocked and if you think that was not intentional you have not been paying attention to anything I have ever said about myself. He knocked. I wrapped a towel around myself. It was a small towel. The kind that covers what it needs to cover and nothing else. I opened the door. "Hey" I said. He looked at me. His eyes went from my face to the towel to my legs and back to my face and I
One time, I went to sleep over at a friend's house after her birthday. Her parents were away on a weeklong business trip, so it was just me and her and two of her friends the same age. She'd already invited them when I called and said, "Come over, we're going to have a blast tonight, no holds barred." I decided to wear a short skirt, a crop top, and a thong because I knew what was going to happen. I was free, the alcohol was already in my system, and I just decided to let loose. A friend opened the door; she was really happy I'd arrived and wasn't afraid. She introduced me to the guys—there were three of them. It was clear I was scared, but she assured me they were nice and wouldn't hurt anyone. We immediately went to the kitchen, turned on some music, and poured ourselves a glass. We drank to our new acquaintance. We started chatting, laughing, and dancing in the kitchen. Then I noticed my friend kissing a guy by the window, while the other one had h
i might as well tell the rest of the story from my roadtrip with my roommate but we had a mutual guy friend. she told me they'd been secretly hooking up for a few months. i said i want to try having sex with a guy. so she had him over and they started touching and making out hard. i watched her give him a blowjob for a few minutes. his eyes flicker over to me nervously and it gave me butterflies each time. she told him he could fuck me if he wanted. i was still nervous so i got on top and sat on his pelvis. he grabbed my hips and nudged his dick against me between my ass. i could feel the heat from his tip poking my back. when i looked down at him he was completely at my mercy. his arms were huge this guy was like 6'4 he could break me in half and he was desperate. his strength was powerless to me, desperately trying to nudge so he could get inside me. she ran her hand through his hair and told him it was my first time. she was kneeling right behind me. but when he heard it
“What are your feelings about free-use?” Two pairs of blue eyes stared at me from the couch. Sabrina’s friend Allie was in town for the weekend and they had come knocking on my door, two bottles of wine in tow. I later found out Sabrina had told her so much about me she couldn’t wait to meet this neighbor across the hall. All I knew about Allie was that they had been friends for about a decade, that she had red hair and that she was gorgeous. Drunken giggles accompanied the soft knock at the door. Allie wanted to meet the sexy boy across the hall. Can we come in? We brought party favors!” Sabrina’s 5’2” frame stood at my door, her deep brunette hair was curled, lying against her low-cut white blouse, perfectly framing her D cups, which were boosted to a deep cleavage. Allie stood next to her holding the wine bottles. “Hi! I’m Allie! I really wanted to see the face behind the stories she’s told me” Allie was slightly shorter, 5’0”, maybe 5’1”. Sabrina had told me she was gorgeous,
Oleg and Nastya moved into their first apartment at the end of August. The renovation was completed quickly, the furniture was arranged, the boxes unpacked—and then Nastya said, "We should invite the neighbors over and introduce ourselves." Oleg frowned at first, but then agreed. The apartment was small, a two-bedroom apartment on the third floor, but the living room had room for a table and some room to spare. Nastya was a short girl with rounded hips and small breasts. Oleg was slightly taller than her, of average build, with a short haircut and a habit of constantly fiddling with things. They had been together for three years, previously renting a room near the metro, and now they had their own place. They knew their neighbors only by sight. Across the street lived a young couple—Denis and Lena, both in their early thirties, unencumbered. Upstairs lived Igor, a man in his forties, divorced, living alone. Downstairs lived Timur, an athletic-looking guy who worked either in
The hotel was called "White Sail"—a silly name, but with a certain pretentiousness. Three stars, all-inclusive, buffet from seven to ten, heated pool, but not deep. Lena and I chose it for its affordability and proximity to the sea. Or rather, to the sea because of its proximity. To the affordability because of its inevitability. We arrived on Saturday morning, tired and grumpy after a six-hour layover. Lena went straight to her room to catch up on sleep. I went to the pool bar to drink beer and look out at the sea. The bartender was a local guy. About twenty-five, maybe younger. Dark-skinned, black-haired, with a smile that seemed to never fade. He was wiping down the counter and chatting with someone in Italian—quickly, sing-songly, waving his arms as if conducting an invisible orchestra. I ordered a beer. He nodded, opened the bottle, and placed it in front of me. And said: - Russian? - Russian. “Good.” He smiled wider. “I like Russians. They drink a lot and talk little.”
That day, I returned home earlier than usual. Not that much earlier—about an hour, maybe an hour and a half. It was just that the office renovations had been delayed indefinitely, and the boss, with a wave of his hand, sent us all home. I was actually glad: I could collapse on the couch and watch something until Nastya got home from work. But Nastya was already home. I realized it right away—her sneakers were standing in the hallway, thrown haphazardly, with her socks sticking out of one. Next to them were men's shoes. Not mine. My first thought was stupid: a plumber. But a plumber wouldn't leave his shoes behind. A plumber would leave his boots, heavy work boots, with the laces untied. But these were leather, polished, with a neat, narrow toe. The kind worn by men who take care of themselves. I put the bag on the floor. Quiet. Too quiet for repairs. A sound came from the bedroom. Soft, rhythmic. The creaking of a bed—our bed creaked just like that, in one spot, at the foot
Hello everyone. This is pure fantasy. Any coincidences are purely coincidental. "A strange gift in a rented apartment" is another dirty story about silicone skin and abnormal sizes. Swearing, crude language, milk, urine, and torn holes. There is no realism and there never will be. If you don't like it, close it. For everyone else, have a nice day. The apartment reeked of dampness and cheap air freshener, which hadn't masked the smell of sweat and semen in a long time. Alina stood by the window, adjusting her short red dress, which barely stretched over her silicone breasts and swollen ass. Her heels dug into the linoleum. The neighbors on the other side of the wall were already yelling—either they were having sex or arguing. She didn't give a damn. The client had promised to come with "something special," and the money in the envelope was supposed to last a week. The door opened without ringing. A man walked in, closed it behind him, and tossed a package
Dev has been fucking me for months. Regular thing. Nothing complicated. He comes over, we fuck, sometimes Cole is there, sometimes he's not. Standard arrangement. I've written about it before. What I haven't written about is the conversation we had two weeks ago where I told him to stop pulling out. We were in bed after he'd just finished. He'd pulled out and come on my stomach like he always does because that was the agreement. I was lying there looking at the ceiling with his cum drying on me and I felt annoyed. Not at him. Just. Annoyed. "I want you to cum inside me next time," I said. He propped himself up on one elbow. "You sure?" "I wouldn't say it if I wasn't sure." "Kim." "Dev." He looked at me for a long second and then he leaned down and kissed me and his hand slid between my legs where I was still wet and sensitive and he said "Yeah okay" against my mouth and I felt my whole body light up. Next time was two days later. A Friday night. Cole was out so it was just us
Her dark brown eyes glistened with moisture as she choked on my cock, but she still didn't break eye contact. As the tip pushed against the back of her throat, she sat up and adjusted to let it slide further down. She began flexing and contracting her throat to massage my cock as it slipped as far down as it could go. She let my balls roll gently through her dexterous fingers while the other hand rested on my body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I gripped her hand. She pulled back up to catch her breathe, then went back to rhythmically bobbing up and down, twisting her mouth and flicking her tongue all over my shaft. It was wet, loud, and sloppy. "Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna..." I started. "I..." I could barely speak. She took one last deep breathe then pushed my cock down her throat once again. The combination of throat contractions and tongue stroking had me cumming in seconds. Each shot deposited directly into her stomach. My body tightened and lifted with each pump l
Why is it that when you're thirty-two, running a department, with your own apartment, car, and complete independence, everyone thinks you're deeply unhappy? Marina threw her phone down on the couch in irritation. Another "kind" friend had sent her a link to a dating site with the caption, "Well, at least try it, okay?" Try it. As if they were talking about a new kind of tea, not a real person. She walked to the window, hugging herself. Outside, November drizzled, gray and hopeless, making her feel even more miserable. Her friends had long since married, had children, and were now trying with enviable persistence to arrange her personal life. "Marisha, you're not made of iron," they'd say, sighing meaningfully. Iron. Maybe she was. In three years of running the department, she'd learned not to show emotion, not to trust first impressions, and not to mix work with personal matters. Especially the latter. At work, everything was stable and pr
My father married when I was already nineteen. I was a sophomore then, living in the dorm, and coming home on weekends—just to do laundry, get a decent meal, and so on. My mother had left us even earlier, three years earlier, and my father was alone for a long time. I got used to the quiet house, the smell of old books and his tobacco, the same mug always standing in the kitchen, and dumplings and beer in the fridge. And then he called and said he was married. He just presented me with a fait accompli. I didn't even know how to react right away. I just asked, "Who?" He replied, "Come over and meet me." Her name was Irina. She was thirty-two. I remembered the number because it somehow immediately stuck out to me—thirty-two, and my father was forty-eight. I thought then: well, it happens. Anything can happen. Maybe she needs an apartment, maybe something else. Anyway, I didn't really worry about it. I had enough of my own problems—sessions, a part-time job, I h
I was in college and had met a girl on tinder. We talked for a couple weeks or so and ended up meeting out at a bar one night (both of us 21). Her dorm roommate was there as well. We got some drinks, played some pool, had an overall good time. Things started to wind down and the girl I was with (Hannah) and I were going to walk back to her dorm room. Her roommate said she was gonna go by another friend’s apartment for a while. We get back to her dorm room and we’re laying on her bed watching a movie. It’s a standard small dorm room with her bed on one side of the room and her roommates bed on the other side. After some of the movie, bodies get closer, hands start wondering, and clothes start hitting the floor. After some foreplay we begin having sex. First in missionary, then to doggy. I’m not sure if it was the sound of the movie, our buzzed state, or just locked in the moment of sex, but neither of us heard the door open. Sarah - “Oh shit I’m so sorry” She was already a step or