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Marina froze, clutching a duster in her hand. Her husband's voice was heard from behind the office door. "Thanks for staying late, Stas. Let's go over the estimate again, and then I'll let you go. Lenka's probably waiting at home, and she's probably pissed off." "It's okay, Sergeich," Stas replied. "Lena can wait. It's important." Marina was kneeling before the director's desk, completely naked except for rubber gloves and a headscarf. This was exactly how she was supposed to look on Fridays, when she came to "clean" her husband's office after hours. Only her husband didn't know this. He thought the cleaning lady came on Saturday mornings, and that it was some Aunt Zina from the cleaning company. In reality, for six months now, Marina had been coming here every Friday, undressing in the utility room, and getting down to her duties. But instead of a mop and bucket, she was given a different task. Sometimes it was... continue reading

this happened last semester and I've been sitting on it ever since because I have genuinely nobody I can tell.

I had this mandatory photography class that I was deeply not interested in. the teacher was cool but I did not care about aperture settings or whatever. there's this big assignment at the end of semester where everyone submits a photo for a showcase and when the teacher was going through examples she put up a few that had some nudity in them. tasteful, artsy, clearly intentional. I waited after class and asked if I could do the same.

she said absolutely, as long as it wasn't explicit.

I went home and thought about this for approximately ten minutes.

then I set my phone against my desk lamp, set the timer, and took my clothes off.

I want to be clear that I actually put effort into it. spent nearly an hour on angles and lighting, moving the lamp around, trying different positions, keeping my face out of frame the whole time. I didn't want it to look like a random naked girl... continue reading

okay so this happened a few weeks ago and I've been turning it over in my head every day since.

my best friend and I have been close for years. the kind of close where we've sent each other nudes as a joke that stopped feeling like a joke, where we've kissed at parties and never talked about it, where we know exactly what the other person sounds like when they're trying to stay quiet through a shared wall. we've always existed in this space that was almost something but never quite tipped.

she has a boyfriend. genuinely nice, clearly crazy about her. she'd mentioned to me a few times that she was curious about being with a girl but felt like she'd missed her chance. I told her I'd been thinking about the same thing lately.

apparently she told him all of this. because the hall pass idea was his.

his only conditions: it was with me, and he got to watch.

she texted me asking if I was open to it. I thought about it for about forty five seconds.

we picked a night. I showed up at their... continue reading

It all started with a leak. A very mundane one, even mockingly mundane. A pipe in the kitchen, right under the sink, had clogged and started leaking, and no matter how hard I tried to tighten the loose nut, the water only started dripping more quickly. My engineering efforts only elicited a condescending smile from Inga, my wife. "Pavlik, stop it," she finally said, standing in the kitchen doorway and watching my torment. "You don't know how to do anything with your hands. Not in the house, not in bed. I'll call a professional." She uttered those last words with a peculiar, slippery intonation. Inga generally loved to emphasize my masculine inadequacy. She was thirty-three, a striking blonde with a curvaceous but toned figure—the result of endless gym sessions and salon visits. I, a stooped, bespectacled man with perpetually sweaty palms and premature ejaculation, had long since resigned myself to the role of her lapdog. The next morning there was a knock at... continue reading

first semester, dorm room, his hands on my hips, face down in the pillow.

he'd been at it for a while by the time the knock came. I was completely gone, not thinking about anything, being used in the specific way that empties your head entirely, and then three knocks on the door and I reached for the sheet.

his hand came flat between my shoulder blades and kept me exactly where I was.

"yeah?" he called out. completely casual. like nothing was happening.

"it's me," my roommate said from the other side. "can I grab my charger?"

I opened my mouth. he answered before anything came out.

"come in."

I froze. turned my head sideways on the pillow and watched the handle move and the door open and my roommate walk two steps in and stop.

she took it all in at once. me face down, him behind me, the situation entirely and unmistakably obvious. the sounds we'd been making. all of it.

she didn't leave.

she smiled.

not embarrassed. not apologetic. this slow warm knowing smile like she'd wal... continue reading

I want to say upfront that I thought about it for at least a full minute before I did it. that's basically a moral framework right.

my best friend and I have been inseparable since we were five. we'd just finished our first year away at college and were both home for the summer, back in the same houses we grew up in, her family and mine still as close as ever. her little brother Danny has been in the background of my entire life — a year behind us in school, always had been, the classic slightly annoying younger kid who grew into someone sweet and a little lost and genuinely easy to root for.

he turned 18 this summer. their family threw a birthday BBQ, big backyard, half the neighbourhood there, someone's dad taking his grilling responsibilities extremely seriously.

I spotted Danny in the corner looking like he was counting down the minutes until he could disappear. my best friend had told me things weren't great lately. nerdy kid, low confidence, recently dumped by his first girlfr... continue reading

Vera and I bought a dacha three years ago. It's an old log cabin on the outskirts of the village—a quiet spot, surrounded by pine trees and intoxicating air. My wife was immediately enthusiastic: "We'll make it a gem!" We searched for craftsmen for a long time, but they either charged exorbitant prices or missed deadlines. Then a neighbor recommended Andrey—a local guy with golden hands, who says he charges a fair price and does a good job. Andrey turned out to be a man of about thirty-five. Stocky, wiry, with calloused hands. He dressed simply—a baggy T-shirt and work pants with knee pads—but there was something... animalistic about him. Energy, perhaps. He'd come early in the morning, while I was still getting ready to go to work in the city, and stay until evening. At first, Vera simply supervised the work, but then she began going to the dacha alone more and more often—"to check on the progress of the renovation." "Andrey says the old veranda need... continue reading

This particular story occurred a little more than a year ago. I apologize for it being a bit on the longer side, but I wanted to add in every last detail I remembered, and the sexiest part was the build up before the sex anyways.

My wife Hayley and I were at a conference for a work/side gig we engage in. We were there for 4 days, were presenting on one of our expertises, and planned to use the long weekend to catch up with friends in the field from around the country. We had no plans for swapping or hotwifing. But spontaneity is always fun.

The conference included a dance on Saturday night, which is funny considering most attendees are in their 30s and 40s and our clubbing days are far behind us. But as a result, it’s fun to see hundreds of people let go of their inhibitions, responsibilities, and knee pain and pretend to be teenagers at homecoming again.

My wife and I aren’t particularly big on dancing. But we love snacking so we mostly hung around near the back of the... continue reading

It was my first party at university, and I felt out of place. I, Vlad, a first-year student—skinny, shy, and bespectacled, who blushed at every loud word—had been invited by Lera. She was a third-year student and a real star in her department: a tall, brunette with a nose piercing and a perpetually mocking gaze. I didn't understand what I'd done to deserve the invitation, but I couldn't refuse the attentions of such a girl. The apartment where they gathered was a rented two-room apartment in an older building, but tastefully furnished. Besides Lera, there were three others: Katya, a redhead with freckles and a scattering of freckles on her exposed shoulders; Alina, a short, perky woman with a pixie cut; and Sveta, a taciturn, plump blonde with a huge bust who constantly munched on potato chips. The occasion was Katya's birthday. Someone shoved a glass of some sweet disgusting thing into my hand, and the evening went downhill. The girls chatted about their own things,... continue reading

okay so this is genuinely one of the most chaotic things that has ever happened to me and I need to get it out.

my sister was staying with me for a few days when I'd just moved into my new apartment. first real place of my own, she wanted to see it, we were having a good time. the three of us, me, her, and my boyfriend at the time, went out for drinks, came home loose and happy, and my sister said she was tired and went to the pullout in the living room.

my boyfriend and I went to my room and I'd been handsy with him all night so things moved fast. he had his hand around my throat almost immediately, the other in my hair, and I was completely gone within minutes. he used my throat until my eyes were watering and then flipped me over and I'm not going to pretend I didn't love every second of it.

doggy, him behind me, going absolutely crazy, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise and the other pulling my hair back, and I was loud, I'll admit I was being loud, but it was late a... continue reading

All grown women have something to remember on a quiet evening... Hello. My name is Tamara. I decided to write something down while my memory is fresh. I'm 42 years old. My figure, as they used to say, is "blood and milk"—small but shapely, with heavy D-cup breasts and curvy hips that no skirt can hide. My hair is light brown, my own, and falls below my shoulders. I work as an administrator at a private dental clinic, and I'm used to being the face of the clinic—a smile, a manicure, a smart suit. I've lived alone: my husband died five years ago, and my son is in the army. Out of boredom, I sometimes allow myself small pleasures—wine on Fridays, dancing at an adult bar where you don't have to think about age. This story happened in November. I was returning from a company party. I'd stayed up late and had too much to drink. My boss offered to get me a cab, but I refused—I didn't want him to know my address. He'd been looking at my lap with unkind... continue reading

I was on vacation with my best friend and we both shared a hotel room. She went to a party while I decided to stay and rest, and when she came back to our room there was a guy with her. I knew what was going to happen.

They started making out as soon as they got in bed. Lights were turned off but i could see everything : him going down on her, licking her pussy and everything, her legs spread apart… she was moaning a lot.

He ate her out for like 35 min and then he started fingering her and she was sooo wet, i could hear the wet sounds from my bed. and then i saw he began fucking her.

But then she fell asleep cause she was drunk so me and him started talking casually lol. it was just so funny. he asked if it was the first time she did something like this, to which i replied yes lol, and that made him feel special. But then she woke up and wanted to go at it again.

She started to ride him and I saw his dick lmao and it was big. I saw my friend completely naked for the first time and... continue reading

I was in a private room—luckily, my relatives had gotten me there. My appendix had been removed two days earlier, and the puncture site still hurt a bit, but it was already gone. It was night, quiet, and the nurses occasionally shuffled their slippers down the hallway. I was dozing off, sedated, but woke up when the door quietly opened. In fact, I was lying facing the wall, the blanket pulled almost up to my chin. The only light in the room was a nightlight above the door, so anyone entering would hardly be able to tell whether I was asleep or not. I decided not to move. “Come here, there’s no one here, this is a private ward,” I heard a young female voice, quiet, with a kind of nervous laugh. I carefully turned my head, millimeter by millimeter, so I could see what was happening out of the corner of my eye. Three people entered the room: Sveta, a very young intern, about nineteen; a thin brunette I'd seen during my rounds; and two doctors. One was a surgeon of about forty-five,... continue reading

I need to talk about this because it's been sitting in my head and I haven't told a single person.

this happened last year when I was genuinely struggling financially. found a place online, two male roommates, their parents owned it, seemed fine. I moved in a little desperate and it turned out to be the best decision I ever made.

a few months in my income dropped and I told one of them I was having trouble making rent. without hesitation he said they'd cover me until I was stable. genuinely sweet guys, both of them. I told him I wanted to make it up to him somehow and what started as joking turned into teasing turned into me on my knees in his room with his cock down my throat and both of us pretending that was a totally normal way to say thank you.

told the second roommate what happened a couple nights later and that conversation ended with us fucking until three in the morning.

after that things just naturally evolved into an arrangement. they covered my rent and had free use of... continue reading

OKAY SO I need to post about this because I've been dying to tell someone and I literally cannot tell anyone I know in real life

so basically people on here dared me to go to class with my butt plug in and no panties under my skirt and I said I wouldn't do it and then I did it because apparently I have no self control whatsoever 🫠

I picked the least short skirt I own because I was TERRIFIED, like genuinely walking out of my apartment I almost turned around three times, but I didn't and oh my god you guys

first of all the plug. sitting down. EVERY SINGLE TIME. I made this little sound in my first class when I dropped into my chair and the girl next to me looked at me and I wanted to actually dissolve into the floor. I told her I tweaked my back. she nodded. she did not believe me.

and the no panties thing?? I was so wet within like the first hour that I was genuinely paranoid every time I stood up, like I was walking so carefully, taking these tiny steps, terrified that somehow ever... continue reading

The steam was so thick it was hard to see the face opposite. The guys and I had had a wonderful steam bath, drank a couple of beers, and were now lounging in the anteroom. My Verochka, my beloved wife, brought us some cold kvass. She was wearing only a short silk robe, which she pulled loosely around herself, barely covering her tempting breasts. My friends, Kolyan, Tolyan, and Seryoga, grinned lecherously. In the bathhouse, after the heat, the blood rushes, and desires intensify. Kolyan, the most daring of my friends, grabbed Vera's hand. "Why does your husband let you bathe alone, such a beauty? Let us at least check if you've washed properly." With these words, his rough paw slid under my wife's robe and greedily squeezed my wife's firm breast. Vera gasped softly, but didn't pull her hand away. She merely glanced reproachfully in my direction. But I pretended to be completely absorbed in my kvass. Then Tolyan, taking my silence as consent, came up behi... continue reading

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"So let me get this straight. You want me to turn OFF my A/C."

Becca nodded. "Uh-huh."

"...until it's 85 degrees in here."

Another nod. "Yup."

"And THEN, you want *ME*. To give *YOU*. A massage."

Becca sighed. "I know, I know. I feel terrible asking you to turn your place into a sauna, but my roommates would never let me."

I opened my mouth to respond, but closed it again, contemplating my words. In truth, the thought of steaming up my apartment in the middle of July was strange, but far from the part of the request that tripped me up.

Becca and I had been friends since college. We started out as two peas in a big pod of a friend group, hanging out at bars or house parties or tailgates. After college, we ended up back in the same vicinity at the start of last year. Without the social blanket of a large friend group, we were forced to get to know each other in a more personal way. Breaking down those initial walls was cer... continue reading

okay so I need to talk about something I tried a few weeks ago because I've been thinking about it constantly and I feel like not enough girls know this is an option.

I'd read about broken orgasms, the concept of bringing a guy right to the edge repeatedly without letting him finish, which apparently causes him to leak and drain gradually, and when he's finally empty you climb on and he can last basically forever because there's nothing left to come with. I filed it away for a while and then one evening with my fwb I decided to just try it.

I told him I was going to be in charge tonight and he needed to do exactly what I said and he agreed immediately because of course he did.

I started with my hand, slow and easy, getting him hard, and then built the pace up until I could feel him getting close, that specific tension in him, his breathing changing, his cock getting harder and starting to leak pre-cum at the tip. right at the edge I stopped completely. just let go. he made this abso... continue reading

This is a real story of a an encounter in the danish capital city Copenhagen (I am not mentioning any names).

Despite their shyness, it is well known that Scandinavian women are way more opened with sexuality than women from other parts of EU. As a foreigner I had only heard from friends their experiences but never experienced it myself…

…until my breakup with my ex. I decided to install Hinge, a local app and immediately matched with a Scandinavian baddy. I am 28 years old.

She was 23, looked very fit, great body and beautiful face with blonde hair and blue eyes. I started texting her as an icebreaker if we should get a matching sunburn together as we both had something mentioning sunburns in our respective descriptions. After texting a bit back and forth we decide to meet up the next evening at a park in the center for a walk.

As soon as we meet and we started discussing & flirting, tension was on. I could sense in the air that there was something. We then went into the close... continue reading

Thursday. I stopped by to see my old friend, German Borisovich—we went to medical school together, but he'd later gone into private practice. He'd opened a small office on the outskirts of town, where he saw patients with the most delicate problems. German was a forty-five-year-old man, lean, with long, musical fingers and a perpetually squinting gaze that somehow made his patients uneasy. His white coat fit him perfectly, revealing a starched shirt underneath. I'd just dropped in for a chat, a cup of coffee from his old Turkish coffee pot—the office hours were already over, and he'd dismissed the nurse. We were chatting about trivial matters when the doorbell rang insistently. Herman winced and glanced at his watch. “Who’s going on there?” he muttered and went to open the door. A girl of about twenty-two stood in the hallway, wrapped in a long cloak despite the warm weather. Slender legs in black stockings and expensive shoes peeked out from beneath the cloak. Her f... continue reading