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I moved in with my best friend and her husband while I was sorting out my living situation. The three of us got along well, it was easy and comfortable, and nothing was weird until about four months in when my best friend and I were out drinking and she told me she had been thinking about having a threesome and asked if I would be interested in being the other girl.

I said yes immediately. She is my best friend and her husband is attractive and I had been living with him for four months and noticing that fact for about three and a half of them.

We told him about it when we got home that night. His face was something. The three of us kissed and got a bit touchy and it felt like something was starting, but she pumped the brakes after a while and said she was not quite ready for the full thing yet.

But then she said something that changed the next two months of my life.

She said she would not mind if he and I slept together on our own, as long as she was not in the house when it happe... continue reading

Many different events have happened in my life, but I will never forget that day at the department, no matter how much time passes. It all started when I, as the youngest and most reliable lab assistant, was asked to stay after classes on Friday to help sort through an old archive. The lectures had long since ended, the hallways were empty, and the only people left in the building were me, the caretaker, Semyon Borisovich, two graduate students, Grisha and Tolik, and Professor Veniamin Arkadyevich, who had locked himself in his office and was said to be working on documents. We were sitting in a cramped, windowless utility room, sorting through dusty folders, and the air there was so stuffy and heavy it made my head spin. It smelled of old paper and something musty, like a cellar. I was wearing a light dress because I was getting ready for a normal day, not a cleaning day. It kept riding up when I leaned over the lower shelves, and I caught quick glances from Grisha and Tolik. At fi... continue reading

Thanks to everyone who enjoyed the first part and made it the most upvoted story in the last month! Here's Part 2:

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It's not very often I get to look forward to going to work, but this was one of those days. I clocked in promptly at 4pm and practically ran to the electronics department. The first thing I'd do when I came in was get the keys from the morning shift worker and do a quick hand-off chat, but I simply couldn't focus on anything he was saying.

It's funny how one day you don't notice someone and the next day you're analyzing their every move. Had Kelsey always bent over the register counter like that with her ass sticking up, or was it a subtle message to me today? I didn't really care either way because all I could think about was ripping her pants off right there and fucking her in front of the whole store. That's not how this story goes, obviously, but it was fun to think about.

The start of my shift was fairly busy, as usual. Office workers getting off work and sto... continue reading

Last Friday I (25f) ended up at this house party with a bunch of people, over ten of us, five girls including me and maybe seven guys. Not all close friends, just faces from other nights or brand new. We drank, ate pizza, then decided to play “never have I ever” with tequila shots. Rules were that our confessions could be regular or filthy, but everyone had to be honest.

A few rounds in, one of the girls said “never have I ever touched another girl’s bare tits.” Everyone drank except one guy. Logan. I knew him a little, he was this nerdy geek type in his late 20s, kind but quiet outside his own circle. The other guys noticed he didn’t touch his shot and started poking at him until he admitted he was still a virgin. They wouldn’t let up, throwing stupid jokes, mocking, needling him until his face went bright red and he said he regretted even playing.

Me and the other girls tried to shut it down and cheer him up but it wasn’t landing. The whole thing had turned from fun to him being t... continue reading

My name is Vera. This is the story of how I ordered new wallpaper and received something completely different. My husband, Andrey, had been promising to renovate our bedroom for six months. One less-than-ideal day, tired of listening to his excuses about being busy, I simply hired a crew. More precisely, one person—Timur. A friend recommended him, praising his skill and reasonable prices. My husband reacted to my high-handedness with a sluggish air: "Okay, let him try. Just don't bother me with all this nonsense; let him figure it out himself." Timur arrived on Monday morning. Tall, calm, with calloused palms and a piercing brown gaze. Compared to my perpetually tired husband, hunched over his laptop, he looked like an alien from a planet where men still have arms growing out of their shoulders. For the first two days, I watched him with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. He did everything himself: removing old furniture, stripping wallpaper, and spackling the walls.... continue reading

A while back I had a thing with a married man, his wife was stunning but they had completely stopped having sex and he came to me and the sex was incredible, like some of the best I had ever had, he developed feelings and so did I but I knew it was never going to work and I told him to go fix his marriage, which he did, and eventually they started exploring new things together and she decided she wanted a threesome with another girl.

He reached out to me.

She did not know about our history. I know that is bad. I also knew I wanted to fuck him again and I wanted her to watch me do it, so I said yes.

The power of the whole situation was doing things to me from the second I walked in, like I knew something she did not and I was about to use it, and I spent the whole night leaning into that.

At one point I was on top of her making out with her and playing with her tits and he was lining himself up behind me and I looked down at her and said scooch up, get a good view of your husband fu... continue reading

The bike died on the outskirts of town, coughing and spitting blue smoke. I managed to slide to the side of the road, curse out loud, and even kick the innocent tire, though it was clear from the start that the tire wasn't the problem. After half an hour of fruitless fiddling with the carburetor, I admitted defeat and headed along the highway to what the map said was a village with the promising name "Remont." It sounded like a mockery. The workshop was found just beyond a slanted sign—a long, corrugated iron hangar, in front of which sat the rusty hulk of a Gazelle and several motorcycles in varying states of disrepair. Inside, the smell of machine oil, old rubber, and heated metal was strangely soothing, like the scent of an autumn forest. The owner stood with her back to me, bent over the workbench. She looked to be around thirty-five or forty, one of those women whom age neither beautifies nor deforms, but simply molds into a tight, shapely form. Her work overalls we... continue reading

she is one of my closest friends, we tell each other everything, and she has known for a while that I think her boyfriend is incredibly hot, like we have talked about it multiple times, it is not a secret between us at all.

so the other night I was at their place, just the two of us pregaming before we went out, he was staying home because clubs are not his thing, we ate some food, had some drinks, smoked a little, the usual, and then she decided she needed to shower before we left.

but before she got up she looked at me and said, completely casually, "you should blow him while I'm in there, keep him company" and then winked at him and walked off to the bathroom like she had just suggested I make him a cup of tea.

I know her well enough to know she meant it.

we sat there for a second doing the awkward laugh thing and then I just asked him if he wanted me to.

he said: are you serious.

I said: yes.

his cock is maybe seven inches, slight curve, thick veins running along it, good th... continue reading

last year I was at a pregame with my best friend Cora, both of us a few drinks in, and I noticed she kept shifting around like sitting hurt, and drunk me had zero filter so I just asked her directly what was wrong with her ass, and she went red but she was also tipsy enough to just tell me.

she'd hooked up with this guy the night before, really cute, they'd gone back to his place and she'd let him do whatever he wanted and apparently whatever he wanted had been a lot, and the problem was the size, like it had hurt and she hadn't said anything because she didn't want to be rude, and she'd already decided she didn't want to see him again specifically because of it.

I told her she was being dramatic and she said I wish and then somehow, in the way that drunk conversations escalate into terrible decisions, I said something like I bet I could handle it fine and she looked at me for a second and said okay fifty dollars says you can't take it without tapping out and I said make it a hundred... continue reading

Hi everyone! I thought I'd share something that happened to me last week. I still can't believe it happened to me. I've never written anything like this before, so please don't judge me too harshly. A little about myself. My name is Lena, I'm thirty-two years old, and I've been married for six years. My relationship with my husband is good, but in bed, things are very bland. He tries, and I try, but it feels more like fulfilling marital duties than real sex. I can't even remember the last time I experienced something truly intense. That's probably why it all happened. A friend had been telling me to get a massage for a while. She said it helps me relax, unwind, and feel like a woman. I kept demurring, but then I finally made an appointment. I chose a more expensive salon so that everything would be decent. I asked for a male massage therapist—my friend said men have stronger hands and are better at working my back. Honestly, I just imagined that men&#... continue reading

this is probably the most unhinged thing I have ever done and I have done some pretty unhinged things lately so that is saying something.

there is this guy I have been seeing on the side for about two months now, he has a girlfriend, they have been together for like two years, he calls me over whenever she is at work or away for the weekend and we go absolutely feral until I have to leave before she gets back, and over the past few weeks I could tell something was shifting with him, like he kept bringing her up in this tired way, saying he was done, saying it was not working, saying he just needed to end it.

I mostly just nodded and kept doing what I was doing because it was not really my business and I did not fully believe him.

and then last week it happened.

I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth when her name lit up his screen and he told me to stay quiet and picked up, and I could hear her from all the way down there, she was LOUD, like something had clearly happened and... continue reading

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