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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

I learned a long time ago: all women are the same, some just hide it well. Especially those who pretend to be untouchable and "faithful wives." My older brother, Gena, apparently never understood this. Six months ago, he married a girl named Lera. According to him, she was an angel incarnate: she cooked, cleaned, and, of course, everything was magical in bed. He even invited me over to get to know him, and I finally made the time. I arrived at their country house. They greeted me warmly. Lera really was pretty—short, well-built, with heavy breasts that she was clearly embarrassed to show, but which still drew the eye. She was wearing short shorts and a tight T-shirt, no bra. Her nipples were clearly visible. While Gena set the table, I undressed her with my eyes. My cock stirred inside me, as usual. We were sitting on the veranda, drinking wine. Gena kept praising his little Lera, how she was so good at housekeeping. She sat there, blushing and pouring us more wine. I joked... continue reading

Okay so this is one of those stories where I have to be honest about my motivations from the jump because there was no other reason this happened and I feel like owning that is the right move 😭

Ryan is my coworker. We work in the same team, we get along really well, he's one of those people you actually like talking to at work which is rarer than it should be. He's heard every story about my situationships and my terrible decision making with men over the past year because he's the person I debrief with on slow afternoons. Sweet guy. Funny in a dry way. Very much not someone I had ever looked at like that because he's not usually my type, tall and skinny with glasses and the general energy of someone who knows a concerning amount about one very specific thing.

Anyway I was at his apartment last night just hanging out and he pointed out that my nipples were hard through my shirt which, fair, they were, it was cold and also my nipples are embarrassingly sensitive, like barely-any-stim... continue reading

Hello everyone. It's me again, the husband. My wife and I are both 34, and we've been married for five years. I'll describe her—she'll be the center of attention today. My wife is a woman with a chiseled figure, a narrow waist, and slightly wide hips, which she's a little self-conscious about, but which I'm absolutely in love with. Her breasts are a B-cup, very responsive to caresses, with dark areolas and nipples that literally harden in a draft. Her hair is a shoulder-length bob, dark and thick. And her eyes are large, brown, which turn almost black when she's aroused, and they squint slightly when she bites her lip. I noticed this detail every time she immersed herself in her "role." Our experience with third partners has expanded over the past year. After the sauna, there were more encounters, and each one added something new to our repertoire of scenarios. My wife has developed a taste for the role of "slut on a leash," but it's s... continue reading

Igor had only worked in the sales department for six months and quietly hated his boss, Alla Borisovna. She was forty-eight years old, tall, with a heavy gaze and a habit of muttering her words through clenched teeth. She dressed strictly—knee-length skirts, buttoned-up blouses—but even through this shell, her powerful figure was visible: a wide backside, impressive breasts. In the smoking room, the guys joked that having sex with such a woman was like hugging an iceberg, but Igor sometimes dreamed of her in the most obscene positions. And then there was this remote worker. Alla Borisovna complained that her work laptop was slow and the system administrator couldn't be reached. Igor volunteered to help—the sales quota was hanging by a thread anyway, and a little sweetness wouldn't hurt. On Saturday morning, he was already standing at her door with a flash drive and a bunch of software. The apartment turned out to be unexpectedly cozy. The boss's husband, some important c... continue reading

My FWB and I have been doing this thing for a few months now, just good sex and no feelings and no weirdness which works perfectly for both of us, and that is the only context you need before I tell you what happened last week because it is a lot lol.

So I'm at his place on his bed with my legs up and he's been going for a while and I'm at that point where I've completely stopped being able to string words together, just sounds and his name and whatever noise comes out when he hits the right spot, and we're both a sweaty mess and I'm close and I have my legs locked around him and that is exactly when the door opens and his roommate walks in and just stands there and I'm staring at this guy, someone I have met maybe once at some party, making full eye contact with him from my current position which is legs in the air getting absolutely railed, and my FWB does not stop, not even slightly, he grabs my hips tighter and keeps going and glances back over his shoulder and says something to h... continue reading

I travel a lot for work, usually just a few days here and there in either North America or East Asia, with my favourite places in the world being China and Japan, so when an opportunity cropped up to spend a whole quarter in Japan I jumped on it, dropped my rental and upped sticks halfway across the world.

Now I work in an industry thats heavy on broker and sales relationships, which means a whole lot of boring and not-so-boring meetings, handshakes and getting to know people that I generally only want to make money off of. Japan has been a fun if not slightly uptight version of all of this due to the amount of inter country travel I’ve needed to do either by myself or usually with a few coworkers.

Most of my colleagues are older slightly chubby men, now thats not really my type so I’m going to skip over that trauma inducing image to talk about Shiori.

She’s about 5’3 and slender in that kind of graceful and pretty way. To match that petite frame she has nice, perfectly proportioned... continue reading

Vera and I are in our early thirties. We've been married for six years. She had two men before me, and I had a few women. Our marriage is like a well-oiled machine: sometimes it creaks, but overall it's a joy. We try not to stagnate in bed: toys, role-playing, light BDSM. But there's one taboo that Vera guards with the tenacity of a border guard. Her ass. More precisely, the entrance to it. My finger—go ahead. My tongue—for God's sake. But my dick—no way. "It's all tight down there, I'm scared, it hurts, let's not do it now." I didn't push. I waited. Sometimes we fantasized out loud before bed: I'd whisper to her how hot it would be if a third person, experienced and patient, took her there for the first time. She'd blush, giggle excitedly, and quickly come from these conversations. But it never went beyond fantasies. And then there was the district clinic and an appointment with a proctologist. Vera had been experiencing discomfort fo... continue reading

So this is a story I've told exactly nobody in real life and I figure this is the place for it.

A while back some personal stuff happened and I ended up moving in with my best friend Jess and her boyfriend Ryan for a couple months to get back on my feet. For what was honestly a rough time it was one of the best situations I could have been in. Jess is one of those people who makes everything easier just by existing.

We were those type of best friends. Like genuinely those ones. Doors open, making out at parties for fun, zero weirdness about bodies or any of it. She'd been jokingly telling me I was welcome to watch her and Ryan since basically day one and I'd always laugh and go to bed.

One night we were all on the couch after a long week, a movie on that none of us were actually watching, drinks happening. Jess had shifted at some point so she was sitting sideways in Ryan's lap, his arms around her, and at first it was just that. Comfortable and normal. Then I noticed his hand moved... continue reading

I offer a story from life, where the details and names have, of course, been changed, but the emotions are very real. A trip out of town with a big group was my Alena's idea. She generally loves getting everyone together—my friends, her girlfriends. It's loud, fun, and almost always ends with dancing around the campfire. This time we're going to a new place; someone mentioned there was a small lake and an old bridge there. I'm driving, Alena's next to me, and in the back, the friends are discussing something, music, and the smell of summer coming from the open window. We arrive. The clearing is excellent, the grill is set up quickly, and the girls are laying out snacks. Alena is wearing a light sundress today, her hair tied up, but a couple of strands have come loose from the wind. I look at her, she catches my eye and smiles, a knowing smile, as if to say, I know what you're thinking. We haven't really seen each other for a week; we've both been work... continue reading

We don't live together anymore but I think about that year more than I probably should.

We'd been roommates since the start of college. She had a boyfriend who came over a few nights a week. I had an FWB situation. We were both happy with our respective arrangements.

And also secretly with each other.

It started one night when we were both a few drinks in, venting about our separate situations the way you do when you're comfortable enough to be honest. We ended up close on the couch and then closer and then she kissed me and I kissed her back and that was that. She slid her hand into my underwear without making it a question and found out immediately that I was already wet which I'm still a little embarrassed about. She worked two fingers inside me slow and kept her thumb on my clit and I came on the couch cushion we used for the rest of the year without a word about it. I pulled her underwear down after and returned everything she'd done with my mouth and she grabbed my hair with b... continue reading