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

My name is Artyom, and I'm twenty-nine. I'm an ordinary IT guy from Moscow who rented a huge two-story house in the Moscow region last summer to finally take a breather after endless deadlines. How did I end up pushing my wife toward my brother? It didn't happen overnight. It came together piece by piece, like code that only works when all the lines are in place. Back in college, I loved the dorm parties. They were always full of girls from good families—modest-looking, with pigtails and quiet laughter. During the day, they'd hold hands with their boyfriends, and at night, after a bottle or two, these same girls would end up in the common room and take whatever was offered. I didn't participate. I watched. And I remembered how their faces changed when they were taken hard and for real. That left a stronger impression on me than any sex I'd ever had. Vika and I met three years ago. She was twenty-five then. Petite, with a short haircut, big brown eyes, and a b... continue reading

Recently, me and my girlfriend and my friend Samantha were at a bar drinking. She was telling us how crazy her sex life had been since her divorce a few months earlier. She was really enjoying her life.

At this point, Samantha told us about one fantasy she had. She had always wanted to pay a male escort for sex. But she didn't think she could actually go through with it. My girlfriend, who was a bit drunk, said that she should do some role-playing with a man to simulate that.

Then my girlfriend volunteered me. Samantha said yes right away, which was very flattering. I said that I would be a team player and do whatever was asked of me. I told Samantha that she would not have to pay me, but she insisted. She said that was part of her fantasy.

The next day Samantha came over gf's house and we all talked about what we wanted to happen so there would be no surprises. I would be naked, blindfolded and tied to a chair. Samantha would walk in the room already naked, climb on top of me and... continue reading

My name is Olga, I'm 27, a beautiful woman, and I've been married for three years. I'd like to tell you about my job as a personal maid at a huge country mansion. It pays very well, but I have to fulfill every request the owners make, even if it goes far beyond simple cleaning and maintenance. Last night, around 9:10 PM, I received a message from Kristina, Viktor Petrovich's young mistress. She wrote briefly: "Get ready and be in the master bedroom at 9:30 PM sharp." I realized that tonight would be another evening when Viktor Petrovich only wanted to watch and direct. I went down to my room in the mansion's service wing. I spent almost an hour in the shower: I washed my entire body, gave myself a deep enema, carefully shaved my genitals, generously applied cream to my skin, and liberally lubricated my anus and perineum. Then I put on my work uniform—a black maid's dress with a very low neckline, where my breasts were barely contained by the fabric, a... continue reading

I had a girlfriend right out of high school. She was 18 but was still a senior in high school. I must have been 19. She had strict parents, but I was able to hang out with her by pretending to be her tutor. We’d be left alone upstairs and if her younger sister was gone, we'd be able to fool around. I was always anxious about getting caught, but she got off on the idea. I took my role as her tutor a little seriously and when we were trying to study, she'd often try to get my cock out and suck it.

She was a virgin and had the tightest pussy. I was only able to get one finger inside when I tried fingering her. She had an interest in anal and so I'd finger her asshole too, which I found hot. Her asshole was more accommodating than her pussy. I could probably fit 3 fingers in there.

We got really risky one time while upstairs "studying" and she begged me to fuck her. It was spur of the moment, so I didn't have a condom. I really didn't want to get her pregnant and was scared to fuck her r... continue reading

We set out on the open sea on a small yacht late in the afternoon. The sun was already setting, painting the sky in incredible shades of pink, orange, and gold. A light salty breeze ruffled my hair, and the yacht gently rocked on the waves, as if lulling us to sleep. All around us was an endless expanse of water, not a single shoreline on the horizon. We were completely alone, and this feeling of complete freedom was more intoxicating than the glass of wine we'd had with dinner on deck. I stood by the side of the boat, leaning against the warm wood, watching the sun touch the water, leaving a fiery trail behind it. He came up behind me silently, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his chest against my back. His body was warm, and his arms were strong and gentle at the same time. I closed my eyes and exhaled, feeling the salty breeze mingle with his scent—marine, musky, familiar. We were silent. Words were superfluous. Only the sound of the waves, the lapping of the wat... continue reading

I'd been noticing her at all the company parties for a long time. Our director's wife, Olga, was about thirty-nine years old, but she looked as if time had only enhanced her. Tall, well-groomed, with gorgeous D-cup breasts that always swayed slightly under thin blouses or dresses, and a backside that was a work of art: round, firm, and high, so high that I'd get an erection whenever she walked by in a tight skirt. Her husband, our boss, usually got drunk quickly, started shouting toasts and hugging everyone in sight, while she sat off to the side, bored, twirling her glass of wine in her fingers and occasionally catching my eye. I knew she saw me staring at her, but she never let on. Just a faint smile at the corners of her lips and slightly narrowed eyes. This time, the corporate party was especially noisy—New Year's Eve in the large hall of the office restaurant. By ten o'clock, the boss was barely able to stand, blaring songs and groping his secretaries. Olga... continue reading

I can't help but share this story, guys. You definitely can't tell your friends something like this, but inside I'm still boiling, overflowing with emotion. I'm sitting here right now smiling like an idiot because it was seriously awesome. Okay, I'll start from the beginning, as always. First, let me give you an idea of who we are. My name is Maxim, I'm 24 years old, 180 cm tall, and weigh about 70 kg. I have blond hair, blue eyes, an angular face, work as a manager, and exercise in my free time. I have an average build—basically, an average guy, nothing special, but confident. My wife's name is Lena, she's 23, 5'6", and weighs about 125 pounds. She has dyed blonde hair, green eyes, and a very sweet face with small cheeks. Her figure is a classic pear shape, but not over the top: hips slightly wider than shoulders, long, beautiful legs, a plump, firm butt, a thin waist, and a small, barely noticeable tummy. Her breasts are natural, a full A-... continue reading

We set out on the open sea on a small yacht late in the afternoon. The sun was already setting, painting the sky in incredible shades of pink, orange, and gold. A light salty breeze ruffled my hair, and the yacht gently rocked on the waves, as if lulling us to sleep. All around us was an endless expanse of water, not a single shoreline on the horizon. We were completely alone, and this feeling of complete freedom was more intoxicating than the glass of wine we'd had with dinner on deck. I stood by the side of the boat, leaning against the warm wood, watching the sun touch the water, leaving a fiery trail behind it. He came up behind me silently, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his chest against my back. His body was warm, and his arms were strong and gentle at the same time. I closed my eyes and exhaled, feeling the salty breeze mingle with his scent—marine, musky, familiar. We were silent. Words were superfluous. Only the sound of the waves, the lapping of the wat... 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

so this guy is one of my absolute best friends ever.... he's super chill, always checks in on me, sweet in that lowkey way, but we've never gone there "romantically'" and IT WASN'T UNTIL RECENTLY I LEARNED HIS DICK WAS HUGE

he's not really muy type and back when we got close i just needed a solid friend more than anything, so it worked perfectly for both of us.

anyway, one night we're drunk and we're talking deep personal shit and he opens up about how he struggles with sex because he's really sensitive down there and **cums SUUPER FAST. like embarrassingly fast.**

he said it makes him anxious every time things get intimate and he just ends up in his head the whole time. i told him straight up there are girls out there who think that's cute or hot or whatever, he just has to find the right one, but he was clearly self-conscious af about it.

so **i half-jokingly, half-seriously offered to help him practice..**..blowjobs on the regular until he could last longer and feel more confide... continue reading