What the fuck.

How did I let this happen?

What had hornyness driven me to?

We were both naked, lying on our backs, side by side on my single bed. The amber glow of the bedside light was warming our bare bodies, our arms pressed together. I closed my eyes, sick with the thought of irreversible boundaries being crossed, nerves and desire making my skin prickle with excitement.

It was Julie's idea, of course. It always was. I should have known I’d never be able to out-slut her. All I could do was follow her lead and allow myself to be swept up in it, letting my body–rather than my rational thoughts–guide me.

“He’s here,” she whispered, her arm grazing mine as the door clicked open. Julie had told him to come in without knocking, and I held my breath, waiting for the moment that he saw what we had displayed for him.

“What the fuck–”

His voice cracked halfway through, and although I had my eyes closed, I could hear movement of his body as he pulled back, half turning as if to flee.... continue reading

"Wait, wait. I'm going to cum, don't swallow. Don't swallow. Keep it in your mouth. As soon as I cum, empty it all into my mouth," Vadim muttered, approaching orgasm while receiving a blowjob from his wife. “Are you sure?” Lyuda asked, releasing her husband’s penis from her mouth for a second. — Yes. Yes, darling. I want to try it. We were going to try it, weren't we? It's so sexy. So exciting. I want it, I want it, I want it. "Well, look. Don't deny it later. I want to do it myself. It turns me on too. I want it and I like it. Mmm," the wife moaned, taking her husband's cock into her mouth again and starting to finger the base of his cock and suck him harder, so hard her cheeks sank deep. — F-ck. I'm going to cum. O-o-oh, so good! Lyudka-e-e! Catch-e-e. And don't swallow. Please! A-a-a! — Vadim blurted out, cumming in his wife's mouth. Choking, trying not to swallow her husband’s warm sperm, which he filled her mouth with in b... continue reading

May of 2023 is a month I’ll remember forever. The moving van backed into their driveway as I enjoyed my coffee. As the movers got out, two mysterious figures pulled up to the curb in a black Escalade. The driver was stunning. She was a platinum blonde, about 5’6, wearing a pink sundress with flowers. It was obvious she worked out, because her ass was meticulously toned. Her tits, just big enough to look natural, were flawless. They protruded out from the top of her dress in the most garish fashion. The passenger, whom I could only assume was the daughter, emerged a short time after. My cock immediately woke up and became fully erect. She was a goddess; 5’4 of black haired goth perfection. Adorning her majestic body was a black mini skirt, matching lace up crop top, and combat boots coupled with knee high skull socks. Her tits were perky but not obnoxiously large. Much like her female companion, her ass was luscious and yearning to be spanked.

I decided to walk over and introduce mys... continue reading

My name is Elena. I'm thirty-eight, and I had everything a decent woman should have: a successful husband, a daughter, a cat, a mortgage on an apartment in a decent neighborhood, and a lingering melancholy that I hid behind new curtains and the scent of expensive candles. Our marriage had long since become a comfortable cohabitation. Sergey and I had been sleeping in separate rooms for two years now, and his touches, when they happened, were quick and businesslike, like signing a contract. I felt drained, withered, like a houseplant that had been forgotten to be watered. The Energy gym became my escape. It was where I escaped thoughts of unwashed dishes and silent dinners. It was where I felt alive, if only from the muscle pain. And then he appeared in the gym—the new trainer, Alexander. Not a muscular boy, but a man of about forty, with such a calm, confident gaze and hands that seemed to understand the strength and weakness of every muscle. He didn't shout or offer idiotic... 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'"

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 confident. he laughed his ass off at first think... continue reading

I knew I loved giving blowjobs the moment my tongue first made contact with a cock. I loved the way men moaned, the way their hands stroked my hair while I sucked, the little sighs and groans of pleasure I could elicit from them. I quickly learned just how much men appreciated it, how cute and sweet and helpless they seemed as I teased my way down their body, unzipping their pants, taking their erection into my hands and bringing it to my mouth. I quickly fell in love with giving head to my partners and couldn’t get enough … but for some reason, I never swallowed.

Maybe it was the older more experienced girls telling us how gross it tasted in the locker room one afternoon after practice. I remember them describing it as “battery acid” and “bleach”. Maybe it was just some deep-seated shame … a blowjob was okay, but swallowing was too far, too intimate. I never even let them cum in my mouth, always pulling out at the last second, stroking them with my hand, watching in fascination, each... continue reading

I am an amateur marathon runner and a father of an elementary school kid. A few weeks ago, I gave a motivational talk at the school about goals, discipline, and what training for a marathon teaches you. The kids were into it, but one teacher stuck with me more than the rest.

She was in her mid-30s, soft and stacked, with thick thighs, wide hips, and curves that didn’t quit. A few days later, she messaged me asking if I minded her asking a few questions, saying she had been thinking about running more seriously.

One thing led to another. We had long chats where I gave her tips, beginner plans, and links to gear. I even helped her pick out new running shoes. The messages got flirtier quickly. She joked about being "sore in all the right places" and once told me that running made her think of my voice telling her to push harder.

Then came the Tuesday morning text. She asked if I was working from home because she had a weird pain in her foot and thought maybe I could take a look.

She s... continue reading

Late Friday evening. Anya finally broke out of the apartment. The door slammed loudly behind her. Dima yelled after her: - Where did you go, bitch? Come back, I said! She didn't come back. For three months now, he'd been monitoring her every move: where she was, who she was texting, what time he'd be back. He checked her phone every evening, demanding she delete photos from her stories if they were "too revealing." He said he loved her. He cared. But in reality, he was simply smothering her. Today Anya couldn't stand it anymore. She said: — I'm going for a walk. He grabbed her hand, squeezed it until it bruised, hurt. She punched him in the face, broke free, grabbed her bag, and ran out. "Let him scream. Let him ring a hundred times. He deserves it, the lout." I arrived at the Night Surf club, where I used to go with my friends until Dima banned me. The security guard at the entrance let me in without asking any questions: — Come in. Inside there... continue reading

The next evening, when Alyona crossed the threshold, Andrei barely recognized the woman who had left that morning. A different being appeared before him—domineering, transformed. Her posture and gaze radiated an icy arrogance that took her husband's breath away. He was accustomed to the role of subordinate, but now that role was imbued with a new, intoxicating meaning—he stood before not just a wife, but a mistress. With a slight movement of her hand, she indicated that he should kneel. Then she revealed part of her body to him. Andrei pressed himself to her hungrily, tasting the unmistakable traces of another's presence in his mouth. His furtive glances at her face were met only by a cold disdain, visible in the upturned corner of her lips, making his heart beat faster. "Enough," came a voice from above, and he immediately pulled away. Alyona, adjusting her clothes, got on all fours, arching her back. "You know what to do." "Of course, my love." He p... continue reading

It was in Crimea, during that velvet season, when the main crowd of tourists had already left, but the water still retained its summer warmth. A group of five of us, all third-year students, rented a house a couple hundred meters from the beach. The goal was simple: to unwind, sunbathe, and forget about the exams looming on the horizon. I packed a bunch of revealing swimsuits—I wanted to feel like a goddess. Or at least a very confident bitch. The atmosphere was relaxed and casual. We drank cheap wine, grilled shashlik, and chatted until the early hours. And just then, I received a message from Dmitry. We knew each other from university—he taught paid group functional training classes in the building next door. Muscular, lean, with a piercing gaze. He was in his thirties, and he exuded that mature, slightly dangerous confidence that our peers so desperately lacked. It turned out he was also here, working as a trainer for the off-site "Fitness Detox" program at a nearby hotel... continue reading

It was one of those night shifts that starts out like any other. A hospital after midnight is a world unto itself. Silence punctuated by the beeping of machines, dim light in the hallways, and a feeling as if the rest of the city had died out. I, Sveta, had been working here as a nurse for five years. I knew every corner, every creaking linoleum. That evening, there was a corporate party celebrating some anniversary of the head physician. A modest drinking session in the staff room on the second floor. Champagne, cognac, cheap snacks. I sipped a little, then another, the tension of the shift slowly dissolving in a light, pleasant alcoholic haze. I wasn't completely drunk, but rather warmed up. My body felt light, my cheeks were flushed, and playful, warm shivers ran through me. I threw my white robe over the short black dress I'd worn underneath—I planned to pop into a club after my shift. The robe came unbuttoned, revealing my cleavage and the slightly trembling, firm breas... continue reading

I want to share a story that happened to me several years ago. I was dating a guy at the time, his name was Alexander. We were together for about a month, but during that time we weren't intimate because we were constantly surrounded by his friends. One day, Sasha went away on a work trip for a whole week. The next day, two of his friends came over and suggested we go for a walk along the river. I was hesitant, not really wanting to go, but they insisted, and I agreed. As the evening wore on, the embankment became less crowded. The beer I'd had relaxed me a bit, and I stopped worrying. My friends seemed friendly and sociable, and I didn't feel threatened by them. Everything was going fine until the beer ran out and one of the guys went to the store. I was left alone with Denis—that was the name of the other guy. He suggested we walk a little further. At first, I refused, but he was persistent, and we went. He took my hand and led me down a narrow path toward a deserted a... continue reading

Under the shadow of her grace Exactly one year had passed, long and thorny, since the moment Anna, my sun and my torment, left for another. His name was Artyom, a self-confident senior, and I, just her timid classmate, watched their happiness from the sidelines, like a bright but inaccessible picture. My whole world narrowed to her smile, her laughter, the flicker of her chestnut hair in the college corridors. By spring, a shadow of thoughtfulness had settled in her eyes, always so clear, and her laughter had grown quieter. The story unfolded itself, harshly and routinely: Artyom, having graduated, had left for his hometown without proposing marriage, or even a heart, or even a seat next to her on the packed train. He had simply vanished from her life, leaving silence in his wake. But autumn brought other changes. Returning to school, I saw that Anna had been transformed. A smooth, careful grace had appeared in her gait, and the contours of her figure revealed a soft, rounded line o... continue reading

Sexy time starts at (——) below.

Halloween parties in college are always fun. Who doesn’t love letting their inhibitions down and getting in a funny costume, and having a good time. Not to mention all the girls in slutty costumes (personally, my favorite part of Halloween, but I digress).

It was another spooky fall Halloween, and I was into my second year of grad school. My class was around 150 people, so you more or less knew everyone, but there were still some people where you had really only said hi too, or saw in passing.

Our school always had a Halloween party for our program, so all levels of the program would dress up, go to a bar downtown, and let loose as we inched closer and closer to finals.

I had always been a little cautious about hooking up, particularly because the class was so small so rumors spread quick. (Yes, grad school is just high school 2.0). Nevertheless, I’m a relatively good looking guy and did well for myself in undergrad (tall ish, blonde, athletic bu... continue reading

We were traveling home on the overnight train after a week at the seaside. Four people in the compartment: me, my wife Marina, her mother Galina Ivanovna, and my wife's younger sister, Katya. That same Katya, who had been sunbathing in a micro-bikini on the beach this whole time, laughed too loudly next to me and seemed to accidentally brush my back as she passed. Twenty-three years old, a seven-year age difference with Marina, and as if from another universe: uninhibited, with a daring gaze and a constant half-smile. The compartment smelled of old wood. We'd already been driving for six hours; the black silhouettes of trees flashed past the window, occasionally catching a glimpse of a lighted window in a small house. My wife and mother-in-law were already snoring evenly on the upper berths. Marina snored softly, breathing out. My mother-in-law was emitting such a powerful roar that the windows rattled. I lay on the lower berth by the window, Katya on the opposite lower bert... continue reading

That trip to the forest to pick berries hung over me from the very beginning, like a heavy premonition. Summer, heat, mosquitoes, and company: me, my wife Katya, her mother Irina Vitalyevna, and my brother-in-law, her younger brother Andrei. My mother-in-law always treated me... peculiarly. Not hostile, no. Too intently. Her dark eyes seemed to probe me, and her smile was always slightly ambiguous. At forty-five, she looked her best, but in a good way: a curvy figure that she didn't particularly hide, thick chestnut hair pulled back into a casual bun, and that way of dressing—summer dresses a little too tight, a little too short. We arrived at the edge of the forest and parked the car. The air smelled of pine needles, rotting leaves, and freedom. Katya, my sweet, naive Katya, immediately became captivated by blueberry picking. She'd always loved it. "Pash, let's split up, it's faster!" she suggested, handing us each a plastic container. "I'll go over... continue reading

A while back me and my girlfriend were at her house with some friends. We were all drinking and having a good time. I was playing poker with one of my girlfriend's friends, Stacy. I was playing terribly and after a while, I owed her $100. My girlfriend was a little drunk when she casually said, "How about he fucks you and then you'll be even." Everybody laughed. Stacy got real serious and said OK. I looked at my girlfriend, wondering if this planned, because she can be very cunning. Then she called me a whore. Everybody laughed at that. I did too, because it was true.

I asked Stacy if she wanted to go to a bedroom, but she wanted to fuck in front of everyone. So she was as much an exhibitionist as I was. I loved that. We both stood up and walked over to the couch. We got each other naked. Neither one of us wanted oral, so she just laid down on the couch. I got on top of her and started pounding her so hard.

Everyone was watching us and that was such a turn on. We both started moaning... continue reading

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I read the text from Tasha:

“Bingo. I just moved back. Where can I find you?”

I smiled, and typed, “At dinner tomorrow, obviously.”

I met Tasha the next day at an upscale restaurant a few neighborhoods over from me.

Tasha looked… somehow better than when I first saw her. She greeted me with a smile, a big hug, and a gentle kiss on the cheek.

We spent a lovely dinner talking about our lives since we last saw each other. It had been nearly ten years, and so much had happened. She went to law school. A little about losing her mom, too. About the work she was doing now at her firm. She asked me about my work, my moves all over the country, how I was feeling well and settled back in the city where we both went to college.

We both dated people, sometimes longer than we would have liked to, and they didn’t work out.

The entire conversation, she never took her eyes off of me, and I never took my eyes off of her. At one point, I reached out to hold her hand for a moment and she gri... continue reading

My head was buzzing like a beehive. The apartment was filled with the ringing deafness that comes after a noisy party, when the guests have left and you're left alone with mountains of dirty dishes. Ira, my wife, her best friend Lena, and I were sitting on the couch, completely stunned. We'd had a fair amount to drink. Lena is a perpetual motion machine, loud, with a hoarse laugh and a look that always seems to be looking for adventure. She and Ira have been friends for a long time, and I've gotten used to her: loud, bright, sometimes a little brazen. Ira was already nodding off, leaning her elbows on the pillow. "That's it, guys, I can't make it," Lena said, sprawled on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table. She was wearing a short black dress that had long since slipped up, revealing her thighs. "I'll sleep it off at your place, okay?" Ira, without opening her eyes, muttered blearily, "Sure, sleep here. Just move your feet,... continue reading

I always thought our family was a typical mix of old grudges and new habits, especially after my father married Helen. She was in her late thirties, with those curvaceous figures she didn't hesitate to accentuate with tight dresses, and eyes that I sometimes caught looking at myself when she thought I wasn't paying attention. I, a twenty-two-year-old guy, had just graduated from college, returned home for the summer, and there we were, all in the country house—my father, my mother, and I. Vacation, supposedly. My father would disappear all day fishing or into the garage with the car, leaving the two of us to hang around the house, and Helen would flirt with me so subtly that I couldn't believe it—she'd brush my hip as she passed, or smile out of the corner of her mouth when I helped with the dishes. That evening, after dinner, when my father was already snoring in front of the TV in the living room, she approached me in the kitchen. "Listen, Alex," she said q... continue reading