This was 2018. I was twenty, and psychologically unsound, on medical leave from NYU, where I’d been studying—you guessed it—psychology. I’ll avoid getting too deep into the weeds of doom and gloom, but in essence, my roommate and my Cog Sci professor had teamed up to get me 5150ed, after noticing in me a nasty cocktail of recklessness and sleeplessness. I am told I presented as methed-out. Paranoia, rambling, bizarre sexual escapades that I now do not recall. I blame most of it on the stimulants I’d been abusing for midterms. Some of it on the yet-undiagnosed bipolar. In any case, they weren’t wrong to send me up the hill.

I’d been on the ward at New York Presbyterian for three days when Elsie was admitted. By then I’d pretty much evened out. I’d slept for around forty hours straight when I arrived, thanks mostly to the Ambien, and that alongside an antipsychotic regimen was enough to slow my roll. The psychiatrist wanted to hold me for a few more days to make sure I was without adver... continue reading

A warm summer evening enveloped our apartment balcony in a soft, velvety air. The city below shimmered with lights, and the starry sky stretched overhead, with only a gentle breeze occasionally carrying distant voices from the neighboring floors. You settled into a wicker chair, relaxed after a sultry day, wearing a thin silk robe slightly open at the hips and cozy, soft-lined slippers. I quietly walked out to you, without turning on the light, and knelt down on the cool tiles of the balcony. Your slippered feet were so close, so inviting. I carefully removed one slipper, inhaled the warm, slightly salty scent of your skin after a long day, and pressed my lips to the instep. Slowly, reverently, I kissed every inch—from toes to heel, enveloping them with my lips, sucking lightly, running my tongue along the curves. You smiled slightly, watching me, and placed your other foot on my shoulder, allowing me to remove the other slipper as well. I buried my face in both feet at once, inhali... continue reading

This was back in college, as most of my stories are, and it happened one weekend my buddies and I were housesitting for our friend’s parents while the family was on a trip. They had easily one of the biggest houses I’ve ever been to in my life. They had a hot tub, swimming pool, a zipline and all kinds of other amazing amenities. We never really asked if it was ok to have company over, but we decided to call a few girls anyway. Around this time I was crushing hard on a girl I knew named Jennifer. We’d been on a couple dates and kissed, nothing too hot and heavy, just some mutual fondling at most. We definitely had a spark.

As my friends were reaching out to people, I texted Jennifer. We were always joking with each other and I loved her laugh. I asked her why we hadn’t hooked up yet and that she was the love of my life. I could just hear her laughing when she read that. I was honestly a bit surprised that she was both free that night and willing to drive out to see me. Jennifer had th... continue reading

Hello everyone! My name is Anna, and I finally decided to tell you a story that happened to me a couple of months ago. I'm 29 now, 5'6", with dark, shoulder-length hair and a C-cup bust. My husband had been working remotely for two weeks at the time, and I felt like I really needed to take a breather and be alone. We generally get along, but sometimes I just want that – to rent an apartment for a day in another neighborhood, where no one bothers me or asks when I'll be back. Just to disconnect from everything and from myself. I chose an option on Avito – a minimalist one-room apartment in a new building, with large windows and a view of the city at night. The owner wrote that it was quiet and peaceful. How wrong she was. I arrived in the evening, around nine. The apartment was exactly as pictured: white walls, minimal furniture—just a wide bed, a low sofa, a kitchen island, and huge, curtainless windows. Outside, the neon light from the sign of the neighboring bar fl... continue reading

This is a story from when I was a senior in college. One night in March that year, a month or so before graduating, I was swiping through Tinder, as one did. My last relationship had ended a few months prior -- we weren't moving to the same city after graduating, and we weren't serious enough to do long distance. So it goes.

So there I was in my apartment on a weekday night, and I matched with this one girl, Tracy. Tracy was a slim, athletic-looking, petite Asian girl, and I shot off a message -- probably something bland, asking about her week or something. This wasn't an unusual thing, to get a match, what was unusual was that she responded, almost immediately.

We had maybe a couple messages of small talk in a couple minutes, before she asked me to come over. Now this was getting very unusual, almost too-good-to-be-true. I did a little more banter to try to suss out if it was fake or a scam, but in the end I didn't take much convincing. She had sent me her address and it was a short... continue reading

A few years back I met this gorgeous Eastern European girl on Tinder. She was about 15 years younger than me and single. I was in an ENM relationship, which I was upfront about from the start.

We met for a coffee and went for a walk, which ultimately led to my flat and making out on the bed. She was rubbing against me but then kept stopping because she didn't want to cum, because she "didn't have sex on the first date." we were in this loop of kissing and stopping for a while before I told her she should probably go then, because we were just driving each other mad. She agreed and left.

When I woke up the next morning I already had a text. "Can I come over?" she lived around the corner and yeah basically half an hour later I was fucking her. Within minutes she asked "can you fuck my ass now?"

Basically, the girl was made out of that stuff fleshlights are made of, and we as we started seeing each other regularly I made good use of that. She essentially wanted to be my slave. I fisted... continue reading

Katya and I were that "perfect" couple, the kind everyone sighed about: "How lucky you are." I was a thirty-four-year-old owner of a small construction company; Katya was twenty-nine, a former gold medalist with honors, and now a happy housewife who managed to run the house so well that even my mother couldn't find fault. Katya always did everything right. She cooked right, dressed right, had sex right. We both came almost on schedule, after which she would gently dry herself off, kiss my cheek, and whisper, "Goodnight, honey, you have to get up early tomorrow." I adored her. And at the same time, I was suffocating. Because behind this correctness lurked a woman who, back in college, secretly read Fifty Shades under her desk and blushed to the ears whenever I accidentally caught her doing so. She'd quickly close the tab and say, "That's stupid, I was just curious." And then we'd make love missionary style because "it's safer an... continue reading

Last night my girlfriend had me and our friend Kim over for dinner. We had some drinks and watched movies. It was a nice relaxing night. We both decided to stay over. Kim stayed in the guest bedroom and I stayed in my girlfriend's room. We fucked a few times and both fell asleep naked.

At some point the next morning, I was woken up to getting my dick sucked by Kim. I was so surprised. I started moaning because it felt incredible. gf was next to me rubbing my chest. I couldn't even say anything because I was so shocked by this. I tried to hold out for a while, but Kim was sucking me so fast so I knew that wasn't gonna happen. I came in her mouth. Kim swallowed my load.

Then Kim and gf tied me to the bed. I was hoping for another blowjob or even a threesome, but that didn't happen. They just left the bedroom and went into the kitchen to have breakfast. After a few minutes, I got hard again. And being tied up turned me on even more. I was going crazy. They were probably gone for about... continue reading

You stayed late in the university library. Your thesis was nearly finished, but the final pages refused to form a perfect picture. Everyone had long since left: students and professors alike. Only the dim light of the old desk lamp on your desk illuminated the stacks of books and the tall wooden shelves reaching to the ceiling. The air was heavy—the scent of old paper, leather bindings, and the faintest hint of dust dancing in the beam of light. It was so quiet you could hear the scratching of your own pen on the page. Your body ached from sitting for so long. You leaned back in your chair, stretching, and your thin blouse clung uncomfortably to your skin. It was stuffy. You wanted to strip off everything unnecessary, remain in just a light skirt, and let the cool library air touch your body. Overcoming your fatigue, you stood up and walked between the rows of shelves—to where the light barely reached. There, in the semi-darkness, you leaned your back against the cool wood of the sh... continue reading

My big sister Emma is 13 years older than me. She was well on her way to being an adult by the time I started developing boyhood crushes. Most boys crushed over a celebrity, but my first crush was my sister’s best friend Sophie. With her long blonde hair and pretty face, she was the most beautiful girl in the world to me back then.

By the time I was 18 my boyhood crush had developed into full blown lust. It wasn’t just Sophie’s  face and silky hair I was noticing now. She was a touch over 5ft, with a bust that filled out t-shirts, an arse like a peach and a waist to hip ratio toned by lots of cardio. As a horny teenager I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She drove me insane.

Sophie and Emma were into their 30’s at this point and my sister was living between her flat in London where she worked, and the family home during the weekends and holidays. I’d still get to see Sophie often. It was a long running family joke that I had the hots for Sophie. Everybody knew I fancied her and it... continue reading

I flew to St. Petersburg for a three-day logistics conference—the usual routine for a mid-level manager: presentations, coffee breaks, and the constant exchange of business cards. The hotel was decent, right in the center, overlooking the Neva. On the very first evening after the official part, I went down to the hotel bar—my feet were buzzing from my heels, just wanting to relax with a martini. He was already sitting behind the counter—Dmitry, one of our key clients. We'd been corresponding for months about work, but had only seen each other in person a couple of times at group meetings. Tall, confident, about forty-five, with an expensive suit and a wedding ring he wore all the time, even here. Next to him was a young woman, about twenty-five, in a formal but form-fitting dress. Alina, his assistant. I'd only known her by email: always crisp letters, perfect spreadsheets. In person, she was even more beautiful—long legs, a neat bust, shoulder-length blond hair, and those e... continue reading

Sam is a close friend in the center of my friends group. I’ve known her since we met in college around 2010. We hooked up a few times in our early 20’s, and have always had fun around each other. It’s never been romantic in any sense. Just friends who have fucked, I guess.

Fast forward - Covid comes around, we’re chatting on social media one day about the despair of humanity and being bored out of my mind. She just comes out and says it: “I know how much you like getting your dick sucked, when’s the last time you did?”

And well… it had been awhile. She was out of work, I was bored and she gives incredible head. We made an agreement on price, and she came over. It wasn’t complicated. Sam isn’t a sex worker in the way that she’s like advertising it, or on websites or something. If she does this with other people a) good for her b) I don’t really suspect she does. She’s had a good job for sometime now, the out of work during covid thing didn’t last and she makes a nice living.

Sam su... continue reading

This happened many years ago.

Was at a little hole in the wall bar with some friends in my much younger days. There was a DJ and a dance floor. We went there mainly for drinking and playing pool. There was a small group of older ladies there that night. I think they all worked together or something and they were having a girls night after work. It was never discussed, but they all wore wedding rings.

I was making eye contact and smiles with a couple of them and eventually a buddy and I went over and danced with them. Would dance, go back to their table for drinks and laughs, my buddy eventually went back to our other friends and I stayed with the ladies. Later my friends were gonna leave and I decided to shoot my shot. I told them to leave me there, I’ll try to get another ride.

“My friends left me here.” “We can give you a ride.” 2 of them were carpooling together. And they were the 2 I was mostly dancing, and got a bit handsy, with.

We’re outside the bar, they’re saying their... 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

sooo im not proud of this but i wanted to share anyways because its kind of hot.

one of my guy friends has been in a relationship for like eight months. his girlfriend is super sweet but apparently she’s pretty vanilla and refuses to give him head. like, flat out won’t do it. he’s complained about it to me a few times when we’re hanging out, always half-joking but you could tell it actually bothered him.

well one night we were chilling at his place, his girlfriend was out of town, and we’d both had a couple drinks. he brought it up again.... how he hasn’t gotten a blowjob in months and how much he misses it**. i don’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that i’ve always found him attractive, but i looked at him and said, “if you want, i’ll do it.”**

he thought i was joking at first, but when he realized i was serious his whole face changed. **i know its super bad but i always thought he was cute and i was craving dick... so next thing i know he’s sitting on the couch, p... continue reading

That evening, Kristina had already started hinting since lunch that she was going to her old friend Svetka's birthday party. "I'll go alone," she said, standing in front of the mirror in the hallway and fixing her hair. "You're still swamped with reports, aren't you, Vadim?" I nodded, even though we both knew work had nothing to do with it. She simply adored evenings like these, when she could break away and completely surrender to the moment, and I could wait at home, imagining how everything would turn out. Preparations began, as always, with the bathroom. She emerged wearing only a short robe, her skin still damp, with a slight scent of vanilla gel. “Help me choose what to wear,” she called me into the bedroom. Several options were already laid out on the bed: a tight red dress with a low neckline, a black pencil skirt, and a thin blouse that concealed almost nothing. Christina threw off her robe and stood before me completely naked. Her body was p... continue reading

this was awhile ago but i was at my guy friend’s place chilling and watching netflix. he went to the bathroom and left his phone on the couch. it lit up with a notification, and because i’m nosy i glanced over. when i tapped it, his photos album popped up and **i saw a LOT OF HIS NAKED THIRST TRAP PICS.. and guys..**

**holy shit… his dick is massive. thick, long, actually pretty, and way bigger than i ever imagined.**

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i sat there staring way too long, my face burning and my pussy getting wet instantly. i quickly locked the phone, but the image was burned into my brain. for the rest of the night i couldn’t stop thinking about it. every time i looked at him i was imagining that monster cock stretching me out.

a few days later i invited him over to “watch a movie.” we were barely ten minutes in when i couldn’t take it anymore. i turned to him and said, “can i be honest? i saw the nudes on your phone when you left it out… and your dick is huge. can i see it?”

he froze, then laugh... continue reading

I work as an IT specialist at a mid-sized company, handling corporate email, chats, and everything security-related. It's a mixed team, but our sales department is full of women, and one of them—Lena from marketing—has always been a bit of a stretch for me. She's 33, tall, slender, and has a perfect figure: D-cup breasts, a narrow waist, and a butt so perfect that a pencil skirt fits her like a glove. She always wears smart blouses, heels, and perfect makeup. She's married with two kids, and her husband is some manager at another company. She never even looked at me, just said "hello" in the hallway. That day was a typical Thursday, the end of the quarter. She was supposed to send me an advertising report on our corporate Teams. I was checking my email and saw it was from Lena. I opened it—and it wasn't Excel. There were her intimate photos. A series. First, she's in black lace lingerie on the bed, then braless, her breasts exposed, her nipples hard. Then... continue reading

Back when I was a senior in college, 22, I matched with this girl during a super busy stretch of work and a massive dry spell. Our conversations were pretty bland due to my workload but I convinced her to get breakfast with me at a local spot on campus, which felt impressive to me because it did not seem like she was interested. When I got there though, it was a totally different impression, you'd have thought we were talking for weeks. She was super bubbly and excited to see me, giving me a hug as soon as I walked in. She looked even better than in her profile, it was clear she had worked out a fair bit since she took those photos. She had on a pair of tight jeans that accentuated her large ass and a lower cut shirt under a leather jacket that she had undone just enough so only her cleavage was visible. This was enough to get me going, but given we had done no flirting and it was 9am, I decided to play it safe and stuck to the typical first date stuff. The date went fine enough from w... continue reading

This was in my college era when I was man-whoring around. I had a friend named Shelby. We’d met at church camp in middle school and stayed in touch from then on. We’d never done anything sexual, hell we never even kissed. We just stayed friends and would occasionally flirt, but nothing serious.

As my college was primarily a commuter school, I lived at home still because my house was only a few miles from the school. One weekend I was home alone and feeling horny as hell. I was scrolling through my phone trying to decide which of my casual hookups to text to see if they were free when Shelby texted me. It wasn’t uncommon for her to text me, we’d send each other all kinds of memes and youtube videos we thought the other would like. The timing made my cock tingle a bit though, because even though we’d never hooked up, I always felt a sort of sexual energy between us.

I texted her back saying how bad I wanted to see her, but during this time I didn’t have my car because it was in the s... continue reading