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The girls and I rented an apartment for the weekend to have a good time. We had it all: plenty of booze, revealing outfits, and no men within a kilometer, because we'd decided it would be just us girls this weekend. No sappy courtship or disappointments. We planned to chat until the early hours, watch porn, discuss our adventures, and indulge ourselves in every way. By Saturday evening, we were already pretty warm when we realized there was nothing left to eat. We ordered pizza and rolls. Well, ordering by courier is sacred; you can't drag yourself to the store when you're already in a robe and with a glass. When the doorbell rang, I didn't even think about putting on anything more decent. I went to answer it in a short silk robe with nothing underneath. And there was a boy at the door. Not a man, but a boy. Fresh-faced, about twenty years old, with such a stupid, confused smile. He saw me, blushed like a girl, and started mumbling something about an order. "Come... continue reading

Life has been insane lately and I finally just booked myself a massage at this little place a friend recommended near my apartment. So…. Last Saturday afternoon I finally went.

I walked in… first sign that this may be more than I expected… the woman at the front desk was sooo pretty, petite and soft spoken, she checked me in and was wearing this tiny silk wrap dress that barely covered anything. Sign number two, as she was walking me back to my room she put her hand on the small of my back and leaned in close and whispered "I will take good care of you." Sign numero tres… and honestly probably should have been the biggest sign of all… as I walked into the room she told me to undress and put her hand on my ass and just let it hover there for a second.

I thought nothing of it honestly. My ass tends to get a lot of attention and I'm used to it. Either way I got undressed, folded my stuff on the little chair they had and laid face down on the table with the sheet pulled up over me. After... continue reading

my friend has cerebral palsy and has been in a wheelchair the whole time I have known him, he is one of the sweetest people I have ever met, the kind of guy who would do anything for anyone and never asks for anything back, and the thing is he basically never gets any female attention, like ever, girls just look past him completely and it kills me because he is such a good person and so funny and so genuinely kind and he deserves so much more than what he gets.

we started hanging out more a few months ago, just the two of us, watching movies at his place, ordering food, talking for hours, and I noticed the way he looked at me sometimes when he thought I wasn't paying attention, not creepy, just this quiet kind of longing that he never acted on because I think he had already decided nothing would ever happen, and one night he made this offhand comment about how he hadn't been with anyone in years and probably never would be again, said it so casually like he had already made his peace... continue reading

I knew this visit would end badly. I knew it from the moment the guard at the tower's entrance looked at me the way one looks at a drowned man—disgusted and almost sympathetic. “To Mrs. Elena,” I said, trying to sound confident. The guard silently checked his tablet and nodded. The elevator took a long time to rise. The mirrored walls reflected my face—pale, with dark circles under my eyes from three sleepless nights. My jacket was awry, though I'd adjusted it a dozen times. The debt—a sum I wouldn't be able to raise in a year—was burning in my pocket like an IOU that too many people knew about. The penthouse greeted me with silence and cold light. Huge windows overlooked the city, but the sun didn't penetrate—the hue was gray, as if before a storm. “Alexander,” a female voice said. I turned around. Elena was standing in the doorway leading deeper into the apartment. Tall, wearing a figure-hugging dark gray dress, her hair slicked back. Next to her, slightly behind h... continue reading

Alisa, a graduate student in the Department of Social Anthropology, was in her third year of slaving away at her dissertation on contemporary ritual practices. The topic was tricky, reeking of grants and international conferences, but she was sorely lacking in material. She needed fieldwork—not a library or online surveys, but the real, living, sweaty core of the subculture she was studying. And when her supervisor, a gray-haired professor with a perpetually shifty eye, reluctantly mentioned the existence of a private club in the city called "Panopticon," Alisa realized: this was it, her ticket to big-time science. "Just remember, Alice," the professor mumbled, adjusting his glasses, "this is no place for young ladies of your upbringing. I've heard they practice... uh... physical hierarchies there. But if you insist, here's the phone number of someone who can help." The phone belonged to a certain Mark, possessing a soft baritone voice and, as it turn... continue reading

I need to get this out because I have been sitting with it for two months and reading everyone else's posts on here finally pushed me over the edge lol.

My roommate is twenty six, she moved in with me about two months ago through a mutual friend situation, I had the spare room after my last roommate moved out and she needed somewhere affordable while she saved money after coming back to the city, and I said yes because I had met her a couple of times before and she seemed cool and I needed help with the rent, and that was supposed to be a straightforward practical decision and it has not been that at all

She is a really great roommate, clean and considerate and always pays on time, and we have gotten really close really fast which I was not expecting but which has been one of the best things about this past year, except for the part where I am now completely insane about her and do not know what to do with that information.

She is very open about sex, like very open, more than anyo... continue reading

So last summer I found this bikini online and I knew exactly what I was doing when I bought it lol.

White. Thin. And once it gets wet it shows absolutely everything, like every single detail, nipples, the whole situation down below, all of it, completely on display, and I bought it immediately.

My best friend was the only one who knew, we were on a beach holiday together and she was in on the whole thing and honestly she found it funnier than I did, kept nudging me every time she noticed someone staring which was basically constantly lol.

The first time I walked out of the water I felt every single pair of eyes on me and I cannot describe what that did to me except to say I went straight back into the water because I needed a minute 😭

The reactions were insane. Guys trying so hard to be subtle and being so incredibly not subtle, doing the look away and look back thing, elbowing their friends, and I just walked around like I had absolutely no idea, towelling off slowly, adjusting my... continue reading

I waitress on weekends to cover expenses and usually it is fine and sometimes it is not fine and this particular Saturday was one of the not fine ones from the start.

I got a table's order wrong, not badly wrong, just the kind of wrong that happens when it is busy and you are moving fast, and I apologized and fixed it and thought that was the end of it. The woman at the table, late thirties, looked at me while I was fixing the order and said to her boyfriend loud enough for the surrounding tables to hear that this is what happens when places hire pretty girls instead of competent ones.

I smiled and walked away.

Her boyfriend came and found me at the service station a few minutes later, very apologetic, clearly embarrassed, said she does this and he is sorry and it will not affect the tip. I thanked him and he headed toward the bathrooms down the back corridor and I stood there for a second and thought about it and then I thought about her face when she said it and then I thought yea... continue reading

The sun beat down mercilessly, heating the asphalt so hot that the air above it shimmered and melted. Lera stood on the side of the road, her hand outstretched, her thumb extended, squinting in the blinding light. Next to her, Ksyusha shifted from foot to foot, fanning herself with her straw hat. They'd been stuck on this damned highway leading to the coast for a good hour, and in that time not a single car had passed by, only trucks pelting them with hot dust. "So where's your vaunted hitchhiking?" Ksyusha grumbled, adjusting the strap of her backpack. "You could be lying by the sea, but here we are, like two idiots..." "Be patient, friend," Lera smiled, but her voice also betrayed weariness. "Someone will stop soon. You'll see." And, as if hearing her words, an old, dusty pickup truck appeared in the distance. It was driving slowly, as if its owner were scanning the side of the road for something. The car drew level with the girls and st... continue reading

This happened a few months back and I still think about it every time I hear her talking about that night like it was just a normal Tuesday lol.

My roommate and I are the same age, both 18, first year living away from home, and she is significantly bolder than me when it comes to bringing people back which I have come to appreciate as a spectator sport. I was in my room one night, lights off, scrolling, when I heard the front door and then her voice and then a lower voice and then her bedroom door closing.

And then about four minutes later, the sounds. Can't lie I kinda loved hearing them, it turned me on.

They were trying to be quiet at first and failing in a way that made it obvious they were trying, the muffled sounds and the occasional creak, and I lay there in the dark listening and felt my body make a decision my brain had not fully approved yet, my hand sliding down and finding how wet I already was just from listening, and I stayed there in the dark taking care of myself whi... continue reading

This happened a while back and I still think about it more than I probably should, it started on a dating app which is already funny because I had seen these two around the neighborhood for months, we would wave at each other at the mailbox or end up at the same backyard thing and make small talk, perfectly nice people, never thought about it beyond that, and then I matched with them as a couple looking for a third and I just started laughing because of course it was them.

We did a video call first because I am not an idiot and I wanted to make sure this was actually both of them and not just him doing something weird, and it was both of them, and they were both so much more attractive up close than they had been in passing, and she spent the whole call basically seducing me with her eyes and telling me how badly she wanted me there and by the end of it I had already decided I was going, I just hadn't said it out loud yet lol.

We had tea first, talked through what everyone was comfor... continue reading

Okay so this is a lot, bear with me.

The three of us have been inseparable for years, like genuinely the kind of close where I was asked to be maid of honor at their wedding next spring, that close, they've only ever been with each other for as long as any of us can remember and I have been there for basically all of it, so yeah, that's the context, keep that in mind because it matters for what I'm about to tell you.

Few weeks ago we're all at their place, drinks, video games, the usual late night hanging out, and at some point the conversation goes to sex stuff which honestly happens more than you'd think with us, we're just like that, and then my best friend says something a bit out of pocket even for her.

She goes, kind of casually, that her fiancé has this thing where he just cannot finish from a blowjob, like it literally does not happen for him, she's tried so many times and it never works, and she says it the way you say something you've been sitting with for a while, half fr... continue reading

I sat in my office, nervously tapping my pen on the desk. It was already getting dark outside, the office was empty, and only the quiet hum of the air conditioner broke the silence. Sergey, my assistant, was late again. And not by five, not ten minutes—a whole hour. This young brat had apparently completely forgotten who was in charge here. Finally, the door quietly opened, and his guilty face appeared in the doorway. "Come in, Sergei," I said in an icy tone, without raising my head. "Have a seat." He slid inside like a kicked puppy and sat down on the chair opposite my desk. I slowly looked up. His blond hair was tousled, his cheeks slightly flushed—whether from running so fast or from embarrassment. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, the top button undone. He was clearly nervous, fiddling with his car keys. "What should I do with you?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest. “Irina Viktorovna, I really overslept,” he began to bab... continue reading

I heard this story from a woman I happened to talk to on the train. She said she needed to talk, and I, she said, seemed like a good listener. I don't know how true it is, but I remembered what she told me word for word. So, the heroine—let's call her Vera. Thirty-four years old, petite and well-built, with heavy dark hair and a calm, slightly tired face. Not a cover-girl beauty, but one of those women who men linger on longer than intended. Vera worked for a small agency that officially organized private events, but unofficially found escorts. Not prostitution in the traditional sense, more like theater: dinners, receptions, trips, the occasional night out. Vera wasn't the kind of woman to be called on often. She was valued for something else: her ability to get into character. She knew how to be whatever her clients were looking for: a giggly student, a bored wife, a stern teacher. The agency called it "individual support with elements of psychological reconstructi... continue reading

My best friend Sadie had been talking about this guy for a week. He was quiet, awkward and sat near the front in their shared lecture and actually took notes because he cared about his grades. They got paired on a group project and she kept talking about him, finding reasons to bring him up, how he blushed when she leaned over his laptop, how he stammered when she asked if he wanted to review outside of class, and how he looked at her mouth when he thought she wouldn’t notice. I told her she should stop being subtle and just invite him over. She texted me that same afternoon.

*He’s coming over at 8, using the project as an excuse. You’re free, right?*

I was free.

I showed up at her apartment a little after seven-thirty wearing a thin white tank top and short gray shorts. The tank was light enough that the shape of my nipples showed if I got even a little cold. Sadie was already in a cropped shirt and sleep shorts that sat low on her hips. When Jeremy’s knock came, she shot me a brie... continue reading

Alla Borisovna, the senior call center administrator, a forty-seven-year-old woman with a figure that her expensive pantsuit clung to like a gift-wrapped, overripe peach, sat in her office, listening to a recording of the call. Behind the glass partition, the open-plan office hummed, but here, all was quiet, save for the tapping of her perfectly manicured fingers on the desk. There was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she said without raising her head. Maxim entered the office. Twenty-three years old, a third-line operator, skinny and awkward, wearing a wrinkled jacket that he'd obviously worn to a job interview and hadn't ironed since. He fidgeted by the threshold, unsure what to do with his hands. Alla Borisovna gestured to the chair across from him. He sat down, resting his hands on his knees. She turned off the recording. She removed her glasses, leaving them lying on the table, and looked at Maxim. Her gaze was long and appraising, the kind one might look at not an erran... continue reading

There is some background here that you need and I'm going to keep it short, my best friend's boyfriend has been attractive to me for over a year and I have done absolutely nothing about it because she is my best friend and I am a good person, also she would 100% clock it if I tried anything, so it has just been living in the back of my head quietly for fourteen months. Until last weekend lol.

Late birthday celebration, fancy airbnb, jacuzzi, the three of us, and a level of alcohol that I would describe as more than sufficient.

We got in the jacuzzi after dinner and honestly it started the way these things always start when you put two girls who are comfortable with each other and one very attractive man into warm water with enough drinks in them, which is slowly and then all at once. She and I have always been touchy with each other in a way that's never needed a label and with the alcohol and the warm water and the low light she pulled me close at some point and kissed me and I kiss... continue reading

A centuries-old, gloomy forest stood like a wall on either side of the rutted road, sunken by recent rains. Spruce trees, like black guards, locked their shaggy paws overhead, not letting through even a ray of the midday sun. Only occasionally, somewhere high above, a solitary bird would cry out anxiously, and in the distance, an invisible quagmire would hoot heavily and piercingly. It was a godforsaken, remote place, the kind of place people used to say: "Here the devil would break his leg, and a man would lose his head." A lone carriage trundled leisurely along the bumpy road that wound through these gloomy thickets. A portly dapple-colored gelding, his ears twitching, lazily flicked his tail at horseflies. The coachman, a sleepy man, languid from the heat and the forest air, nodded off every now and then. Inside the covered carriage, upholstered in leather darkened by time, sat a young woman on embroidered cushions. Her name was Marfa Andreyevna Volkonskaya, wife of the S... continue reading

So I fell down a rabbit hole online about how you can apparently make a guy cum with ZERO physical contact, purely mental stimulation, and I did not believe it for one second but I also could not stop thinking about it and those two things together are a dangerous combination for everyone around me lol.

Someone in the comments mentioned the rubber hand illusion which is this psychology thing where you trick your brain into feeling sensations in a fake hand by touching the real hand and a fake hand simultaneously until the brain makes the association and starts registering the fake one as real, and apparently the same principle could theoretically apply to other body parts with the right setup and I was like. I need to try this on someone immediately.

My friend has this 19 year old guy in her life who has had an obvious thing for me forever, always finding excuses to be around, staring, the whole routine. Sweet, cute, also a virgin which felt scientifically relevant because less estab... continue reading

So quick background before I get into it, my best friend and my boyfriend have history, the three of us had a threesome a while back that went extremely well, and ever since then the three of us have been in this ongoing flirty text situation where we're all very aware that we want to do it again except she lives in a completely different province and the distance keeps getting in the way.

It was her idea to FaceTime.

I felt weird about it at first, like logistically weird, I didn't know how that was supposed to work or where to look or what the etiquette even was for this specific situation because I don't think etiquette has caught up to it yet 😭 But me and my boyfriend started having sex first, he was already behind me and going and I was already pretty gone, and then my phone lit up with her name and I just. Answered it.

And immediately it felt insane in the best possible way.

Having her face on that screen while he was inside me, watching her take in what she was seeing, her e... continue reading