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847 stories · Page 1I got out of the car first, without even turning around, knowing he was watching me. The evening air was cool, but I was still warmed by the champagne and his hands under the table throughout the banquet. My legs wobbled a little, not from the drink, but from anticipation. I took out my keys, swayed, and he grabbed my elbow. - Be careful, Natasha. His voice was low and calm, with that drawling quality that always made my stomach turn. Viktor Petrovich, my immediate supervisor, forty-six years old, divorced, with arms like an athlete, and such a master of the tongue that I sometimes forget my own name. I opened the door and immediately realized the light in the hallway was on. That meant Kostya wasn't asleep. Of course, how could he sleep when his wife was at the office party? I deliberately didn't tell him I'd be coming with someone. Why? Let it be a surprise. “Come in, Viktor Petrovich, don’t be shy,” I let him go ahead and slammed the door. Kostya stuck his head out of
My best friend is a nerd. Full on watches video essays about black holes, gets hyped for board game nights, owns multiple anime hoodies kind of nerd. We've been close since freshman year, completely platonic, never hooked up, never even came close. He's had maybe one girlfriend ever and gets flustered when anyone says the word "blowjob" at a party. It's cute I guess. Quick thing about me. I have great tits. I know that's a weird thing to announce but it's relevant lol. They're big, they sit nice, and multiple people have told me they're "distracting." I bring this up because this man has never seen them and they played a starring role in what happened. Thursday he texts me that he fractured two fingers on his right hand during a basketball game. Splint, painkillers, can't do anything by himself. I drove over, helped him eat, wrapped his splint in plastic so he could shower. Normal stuff. After his shower I heard him call my name from the bathroom. Quiet. Embarrassed. I opened
I live with two guys. I know, I know. I found the listing online when I was desperate for a place and it was cheap and close to campus and I figured worst case they’d be messy and I’d have to clean the bathroom twice a week. Best case I’d have two built-in friends. What actually happened was neither of those things. About three months in I lost my weekend shifts and couldn’t make rent. I told Emilio (the one whose family owns the apartment) and he said don’t worry about it, him and Callum would cover me until I figured it out. They didn’t even hesitate. Sweetest guys on the planet about it, no pressure, no weird energy, just “we got you.” I felt guilty. Started talking to Emilio about how I’d pay him back eventually, make it up to him somehow. We were on the couch drinking beer and the “make it up to you” part got flirty and the flirty part got specific and twenty minutes later I was on my knees between his legs with his cock in my mouth and my hand on his thigh and he was grippi
I'll say right away that this isn't my first story, but it's one of those that still pops into my head without any reason. It was about eight, maybe nine, years ago. I was renting a room in a three-room apartment on the outskirts of town because the dorm was a shambles and I couldn't afford a decent apartment. The landlady was forty-two, her name was Irina, and she lived in the same apartment, but in the back room. Her husband, Vadim, worked either up north or somewhere else—I never quite remember—because he'd show up every two or three months, for a week at most, and then disappear again. She rented out the room not because she was poor, as I later realized, but so she wouldn't have to sit alone in an empty apartment. At least, that's what she told me when I was about to move out. We met in a very casual way: I came to look at a room, she opened the door in a robe, holding a cigarette, and my first thought was that she was too well-groomed to be a studen
She arrived at nine, as arranged. The house stood at the end of the road, behind a high fence, and as she walked from the gate to the porch, she had time to think that she shouldn't have worn those old sneakers—the house probably had parquet floors, and she'd leave a mark. But the sneakers were comfortable, easy to wash and polish, so she decided not to bother. The door was unlocked. She hesitated on the threshold, then finally went in and called softly—no one was there. The house smelled of dust and something like old furniture. She walked down the hallway and peered into the living room. The huge sofa, the rug, the fireplace, the floor-to-ceiling windows—and everything was covered in a layer of dust, as if no one had been there for a month. She took off her jacket and found a bucket, rags, and a mop in the utility room. The work was familiar; her hands had done it themselves. She washed, scrubbed, wiped the windowsills, and wiped the baseboards. It was getting on for lunch
The whole gang left around two o'clock. Andrey went home—"early tomorrow, bro, you'll figure it out yourself." Katya stayed behind. She said it was scary to catch a taxi looking like this, that the sofa was fine, that "I'll just lie down for half an hour." I was sitting in the kitchen, finishing my beer and staring into the dark crevice of the living room. She was lying sideways on the couch, facing the back. Her dress had ridden up almost to her thigh. One leg was bent, the other slightly extended. Between them were black panties, a thin strip of fabric that concealed nothing if you looked long enough. I watched long enough. Katya is Andrey's girlfriend. Not just an acquaintance. The one he kissed in the kitchen an hour ago, the one whose waist he held while she laughed. And now she's here, drunk, warm, sleeping on my couch, my hard-on already pressing against my crotch. I didn't realize it right away. She'd truly passed out. Then I saw h
Quick thing about me so this makes sense. I'm alt-ish. Black hair, usually messy. I run every morning in a sports bra and shorts because I refuse to overheat and also because my tits are big enough that the cleavage in a sports bra is... noticeable. Like guys-tripping-on-the-sidewalk noticeable. I'm aware of this. I use it. Whatever. So there's this guy on my street. Dad of two. Wife works a lot. He's out in his yard almost every morning when I leave for my run. Watering plants, taking the trash out, whatever dads do at 7am. We started saying hi a few months ago and the hi turned into small talk and the small talk turned into actual conversations and somewhere along the way it got flirty. Nothing crazy. Just the kind of flirty where he'd say "you look good today" while I'm standing there in a sports bra with my tits practically spilling out and my black hair piled up in a messy bun and I'd smile too long and neither of us would say what we were actually thinking. He vents to me s
okay so this story is about one of my kinks that i'm honestly a little bit ashamed of, and i really do try my best not to indulge in it as much as possible. that being said. i am hypersexual, and that legit means i sometimes lose control of myself and do things that i later sometimes end up regretting. i have a cheating kink. not in the way where i want to be cheated on (couldn't happen because i would let my bf/husband fuck whoever they wanted), but in the way where i want to be the other girl. something about it makes me insanely wet and it's kinda fucked up but i just can't help it sometimes. so i was at a bar a few nights ago by myself just drinking and this older guy sat down next to me. he was probably mid forties. we started talking and he was buying me drinks and being really sweet and i noticed he kept fidgeting with his left hand. no ring but there was a tan line. i clocked it immediately. i didn't say anything. i didn't care. honestly it made me more interested. we ended u
So quick thing about me. I'm the office alt girl. Tattoos, dark lipstick, chunky jewelry, band shirts under my blazer when I can get away with it. Big tits that I've stopped pretending to hide because minimizer bras are a scam and life's too short. I know I stick out in a corporate office and I'm fine with it. Most of my coworkers don't know what to do with me. Now there's this guy. Different department. Quiet, glasses, always has his headphones in. The kind of guy who brings his own lunch in a container and eats at his desk reading something on his phone. We've talked maybe a dozen times in the year I've been working here. Morning greetings, small talk in the pantry, one time he helped me fix a formula in excel and his arm brushed mine and I caught him glance down at my chest for half a second before snapping back to the screen and turning red. I thought about that for three days. But I never made a move because he seemed like the type who'd apologize for bumping into a door. Espec
On a business trip, I was sitting in my room for the third evening, completely at a loss for what to do with myself. I was fed up with TV, and so was my correspondence with my wife. I opened a website and scrolled through the profiles. One photo showed a girl of about twenty-two, thin, smiling, and wrote, "gentle, uninhibited." I messaged her. We agreed on an hour, I sent her a deposit, and gave her my number. Forty minutes later, there was a knock. I opened the door—and it wasn't her. About thirty-two years old, plump, short hair, a leather jacket, and a shoulder bag. She was definitely different from the photo. — Are you Andrey? - Yes... And you? — It's me today. A photo for those who are afraid. If you want a sweet girl, I'm not her. My rules. If you don't like it, the door is behind you. I stood there in my shorts and a T-shirt; it was already stupid to try to win back. The money was gone. I nodded. - Then close the door and take everything off. Don't
My best friend Val needed me to come on this overnight lake house trip with our college friend group because her parents only let her go out when I'm there (I'm the alibi, the responsible one, the eternal third wheel lmaoo). The real reason she wanted to go was to spend the night with her boyfriend Cole. I said fine because I love her and also free vacation So there's about 12 of us at this lake house, drinking, playing cards, eating pizza, and around 10pm someone pulls out a hat and we start doing written dares where you write a dare and how many people have to do it and toss it in Early dares were chill, sexy dance, call your ex, standard stuff. Then someone pulled out a dare that said "skinny dip for 3 minutes" and the bottle landed on Cole and the girl whose lake house it was The girl was shy about it but Cole stripped down like it was nothing and when I say I got a FULL view of Val's boyfriend I mean FULL, he was standing there under the patio lights completely naked and I was
He rents apartments exclusively to female students. Everyone knows this, but no one talks about it out loud. His building is old, three stories, on a quiet street near the university. The apartments are small but clean. And the price is below market. Much lower. I've been renting from him since my second year. Now I'm in my fourth. The room is small, with a window overlooking the courtyard, a bed, a table, and a closet. Everything is modest, but it's mine. My parents think I'm lucky. I thought so too. For the first three months. He comes unannounced. He has his own keys. He says he needs to check the condition of the apartment. The pipes, the wiring. All that stuff. The first time, I just opened the door in my robe. He looked at me, then at the bed. He said the mattress needed to be changed. I nodded. He came over, touched the mattress, then touched me. I stood there like an idiot. He took his time. He took off my robe, then my panties. I didn't even have time to
I want to tell another story about how the most ordinary people unexpectedly discover new dimensions of pleasure. My wife, Irina, and I are 34 and 29. I work in IT, and she's a speech therapist. We're a perfectly ordinary couple: I'm a little overweight but try to stay in shape, and Irina has short brown hair, small B-cup breasts, and a sporty butt. She's shy, but over the years, she's become more trusting of me in bed. Our friends were Pasha and Lena. Pasha was 38, a long-haul truck driver, a big man with a beer belly. Lena was his wife, 31, a brunette with C-cup breasts and wide hips. They were simpler than us, but it was precisely this simplicity that attracted us. Pasha was never shy about his words, and Lena would easily slap me on the butt or sit on Irina's lap and start whispering in her ear. We rented a friend's dacha—an old wooden house with a sauna, a swimming pool, and a huge terrace covered in wild grapes. We arrived on Friday evening and imme
I didn't tell him. That's the thing. Usually I do. Usually I bring it up early because I have learned the hard way that guys react better when they know upfront than when they find out later. I have had guys flip out on me. Like flip the fuck out. It's not fun. That is why I usually make sure people know as early as possible. But this guy. I honestly don't know why I didn't say anything I think I just got lost in the conversation. I was pretty into it I guess and I just forgot. I know that might sound crazy, but imagine if you had to remember to tell people "by the way i'm a girl" during a random conversation or something. We were at a bar and he was flirting with me hard and I was into it and the conversation moved fast and I just never found the opening. He was tall. Kind of muscular but not in a gym way. More like he actually uses his body for work. He had this confident smile and he kept touching my arm when he talked and I liked it a lot. He bought me a drink and then another
so i matched with this guy online a couple days ago and we had been talking for maybe like two days before he invited me over. he was cute and forward and i was already horny so i ended up being pretty direct with him that i was down to fuck. i'm hypersexual like that sometimes. i just get into these headspaces where i need it and nothing else is going to fix it. i drove over to his place and he opened the door and he was taller than his pictures which was nice. but then i walked in and there was another guy sitting on the couch playing video games who was his roommate. he looked up at me and then looked at the guy i matched with and you could tell this wasn't planned. "i thought you were going out tonight" the guy said to him. the roommate just shrugged and said "plans fell through." it was kind of awkward for like ten seconds. the guy i matched with looked at me like he was sorry and i could tell he was embarrassed. but honestly i didn't care at all. i thought the roommate was cute
I woke to the sound of laughter, loud, bright, impossible to ignore. I pulled on a robe and went downstairs, Emily and Jenna were in the kitchen, shoes off, dresses rumpled, glowing from their night out. Takeout boxes covered the counter. Jenna was reenacting something ridiculous; Emily was already laughing too hard to stand straight. “Scott!” Emily called when she saw me, leaning on Jenna for balance. “We didn’t mean to wake you.” I didn’t mind. Their joy filled the room. Emily’s hair was falling out of its bun, the cross on her necklace catching the light as she giggled. Jenna whispered something to her, and they laughed again. “We’re just finishing the party,” Emily said, teasing. “You can watch. You like to watch." Jenna looked at her, puzzled by the turn of phrase. Emily stumbled into the living room and snapped her fingers with mock imperiousness. "Bring us more wine. " Jenna was halfway through another loud story when I brought them refilled glasses of wine. Emily was laughi
My friend Dima and I have been friends for years, and it was his birthday—he was 22. So, naturally, I came. Of course, how could he not? He was renting an apartment with his girlfriend, Lera. She's so beautiful, slim, with a round butt, neat B-cup breasts, dark shoulder-length hair, and brown eyes. Basically, even the first time I saw her, I thought Dima was lucky. So, when I showed up, almost all the guests had already left, leaving just me, Dima, and Lera. His roommate, Artyom, was there, too, but he'd left somewhere earlier, so it was just the three of us. We were sitting in the kitchen, drinking beer, laughing at all sorts of bullshit, reminiscing about school and partying. Lera had already had a fair amount to drink, her face flushed, her eyes shining, and she kept looking at me strangely. At first, I didn't pay attention—well, who knows, she'd been drinking. But then she started clinging to me when we went into the room, like they wanted to continue. Dima seeme
last weekend i went to a party at someone's apartment and i decided i would wear a butt plug and try to find someone to do anal with. usually i don't really like anal but for some reason i was kinda craving getting my ass fucked. just feeling slutty i guess lol. i put it in before i even got dressed, threw a little bottle of lube in my purse, and put on this tight skirt that barely covered anything. i knew exactly what i was doing. i wanted someone to find it. i do love butt plugs though. i don't know what it is but something about walking around in public with a plug in my ass makes me so wet i can barely function. like just sitting down on a chair and feeling it shift inside me while i'm having a normal conversation with someone. it's so hot. i'm such a slut for that feeling honestly. i guess i just like the risk. so i got to the party and it was pretty chill. just people drinking and talking and music playing. i was talking to this guy near the kitchen who was tall and cute and we
So I am a clown, I am the entire circus, I have zero self respect and my pussy has even less and I need to tell someone because my friends are tired of hearing about this man lmaoo My ex and I are TOXIC, like capital T toxic, we've broken up and gotten back together so many times I've lost count, it's embarrassing, my best friend has stopped asking "are you guys together?" and just assumes the answer changes weekly (she's right) The thing is, he fucks me so good that I physically cannot stay away from him 😭 like I've tried, I've deleted his number, I've blocked him, I've gone on dates with other guys and the whole time I'm sitting there thinking "this man does not eat pussy like my ex does" and it's OVER for me He eats pussy like it's his last meal every single time, tongue on my clit doing these perfect circles while his fingers are inside me and he doesn't stop until I'm shaking and pushing his head away and he just grips my thighs tighter and keeps going, and his dick game is ins
Let me start from the beginning. I matched with this woman on one of those dating apps for couples a few weeks ago, she was sweet, funny, we talked every day for like a week before she told me she was married and her husband knew and they were looking to explore together because she'd recently opened up about being attracted to women and he was supportive and wanted to be part of it. I almost unmatched because that felt like a lot but she was so genuine about it and we'd already built a real connection so I stayed We all got on a group call and the husband was chill and respectful and they both made me feel comfortable and after a few more days of talking we planned to meet at their house on Saturday So Saturday comes and I prepped like I was going to war, full wax, moisturized everywhere, shaved everything, I bought lube and condoms and even packed some extra stuff in my bag in case they wanted to get really freaky, like I was READY, my pussy was ready, my whole body was ready, I ha