no category Erotic Stories

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

The downpour came on suddenly, turning the street into one solid wall of water. I'd just picked up my order at the door—a tall paper bag with the Maru-sushi logo—and was about to close the door when I noticed the delivery girl in a light yellow windbreaker and shorts standing on the porch, helplessly watching the torrents of water fall from the sky. Her scooter lay forlornly wet by the curb. "Come in and wait it out," I suggested, retreating further into the hallway. "It's been such a blast for an hour." She hesitated for a second, then stepped inside. The hallway immediately smelled of rain, asphalt, and something sweet—probably her perfume. I closed the door. Now we were standing alone in my bachelor apartment: me barefoot, in shorts and a T-shirt, and she soaking wet. Her thin windbreaker clung to her figure, and I couldn't help but notice her neat breasts, visible through the wet fabric, and her flat stomach. She pulled off her windbreaker, and I almo... continue reading

This happened a few weeks ago and I've been thinking about nothing else since and I have nobody I can tell in real life.

I matched with him online a couple weeks back. Handsome, tall, the kind of face that tells you he's heard it before and is mildly bored by it. We texted, we met for drinks, I brought him home because the drinks confirmed what the pictures had implied.

What the pictures had not implied was anything about what was in his jeans.

I saw the outline through his underwear when we were kissing in my room and I stopped. Just stopped. He looked at me, looked down, and had this slight smile like he knew exactly why I'd paused and had enjoyed every version of this reaction before.

I got my hand around him and my fingers did not meet. I want to be clear: I have normal sized hands. They did not meet. He was thick in a way I'd never encountered before, the specific thickness that makes your hand feel small and makes your brain run a quick nervous calculation about what comes ne... continue reading

Hi everyone. My name is Kristina. I'm 21 years old. I'm a final-year student majoring in design. I'm of average height, with natural, shoulder-length blonde hair, gray eyes, and an athletic build—I've been involved in track and field for three years. I'm single and have been dating my boyfriend for a year. Last weekend, I drove from Vladimir to a small village to visit my grandmother—to drop off some medicine and groceries, and to check in. My car, a brand-new Kia Ceed, was bought three months ago on credit. I turned on the GPS, but, as often happens in the wilderness, it took me down a shortcut through the forest. The asphalt ended abruptly, giving way to a broken dirt road, and after the recent rains, the road turned into a mess of mud and clay. I still drove on. I'm not a timid girl, and it was a shame to abandon the car. I drove about three kilometers. Then the front wheel sank into a deep rut, the bottom sank to the ground, and the car began to hum helpl... continue reading

I want to say upfront that this comes entirely from a good place.

My friend came from the most conservative upbringing I have ever encountered up close. small town, very religious family, the kind of household where sex before marriage doesn't exist as a concept, where you save yourself completely and marry whoever the community approves of and that's just the trajectory. she had never been kissed. she'd barely been alone with a boy. she was sweet and curious and quietly overwhelmed by basically everything about college.

We were in the same building freshman year and got close fast. she was funny in this dry unexpected way and asked genuine questions about everything, wanted to actually understand how other people lived. I liked her immediately.

I told her about my life. she was equal parts horrified and fascinated.

When she found out I had a boyfriend at the time she had about forty follow up questions. when she found out we were open she had to take a full minute.

Junior year we... continue reading

I want to be upfront that I set this up for entirely selfish reasons and it worked out better than I planned.

My friend has a boyfriend. They've been together a couple of years, happy, solid. I like him a lot. He has always, in a very well-managed and respectful way, made it clear he finds me attractive, which I've filed away and never done anything with.

I have also always wanted to go down on my friend. She's straight, or straight enough that it was never a realistic possibility, and I made my peace with that. I'm not in love with her, I just think she's genuinely stunning and I've always been curious and I stopped letting myself think about it.

Until she mentioned one night when we were a few drinks in that she'd thought about it before. With me specifically. Just as a thing she'd occasionally thought about.

I thought about this for approximately thirty seconds.

I told her I'd do it if she let her boyfriend join in.

She looked at me.

"Like," she said, "join in with us, or."... continue reading

Maxim was returning from a business trip in his old but well-maintained Toyota. The highway was deserted, the stereo was playing retro rock softly, and his thoughts were focused on a hot shower and a soft bed. He was already anticipating turning off the interstate onto the familiar dirt road leading to his village when he spotted a silhouette on the side of the road with a raised hand. Slowing down, he narrowed his eyes and whistled. It would be a shame for a fellow traveler like her not to stop. She looked like she'd stepped off the cover of a magazine someone had accidentally left behind at a gas station. Tall, with a shock of red hair pulled back into a messy, yet all the sexier bun. She wore skinny jeans that hugged her long, slender legs and curvy hips, and a light white T-shirt that revealed her firm, full breasts, devoid of a bra. Her face had sharp, slightly predatory features, green eyes, and bright, luscious lips, which she nibbled every now and then, apparently nervou... continue reading

okay so this is wholesome I promise. kind of. mostly.

one of my closest friends is this guy I met in my first semester. twenty one, genuinely one of the sweetest people I know, always shows up, always checks in, never once made things weird between us. we'd both agreed early on that we weren't each other's type in that way and needed a real friendship more than anything else and it worked out perfectly.

so one night we're doing our usual thing, late, talking about everything, and he mentions he's been avoiding pursuing a girl he likes because of something he's embarrassed about. I asked what he meant. he took a while to say it but eventually explained that he's extremely physically sensitive — like, finishes very fast — and it makes him so anxious about being intimate that he shuts down before anything even starts.

I told him he just needed to find a girl who thought it was cute because we exist.

he said he knew that in theory but the anxiety was the actual problem.

I thought abou... continue reading

Let me start with an honest assessment of myself: I was pretty awful to this guy for a while.

Not going to deep dive into the specifics because I don't come out looking great. Short version is I caused genuine problems in his life. A romantic situation I torpedoed, some group stuff I made unnecessarily complicated, the kind of quiet sustained pettiness I'd convinced myself was justified at the time and was not. Found out recently he'd been really struggling. I felt the specific shame that comes with realizing you were a meaningful contributor to someone's bad year.

I saw him at the campus coffee shop last week. I sat down. That part took more nerve than I expected.

We talked. Slowly at first, like people who have said things they can't take back. Then more normally. Then actually normally, the way we used to before I decided to be a nightmare. Somewhere in there I touched his arm and told him there was nothing like a grudge fuck for clearing the air.

He looked at me.

"Are you seri... continue reading

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