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Andrei rented a one-room apartment on the fifth floor with no elevator. The building was old, paneled, with a perpetually smelly entryway and neighbors who listened to the television as if it were on full blast. The apartment was lousy, but cheap. And the landlady—a woman with a heavy gaze—wasn't intrusive into his life. Or rather, she wasn't until he stopped paying. At first, he just delayed it for a week. Then two. Then a month. He had money, but he squandered it: bets, beer, some idiot from a dating site who squeezed everything he had on his card out of him. And then she came. Tamara Ivanovna. 45 years old. Plump, with wide hips, a bob haircut, and arms that could clearly carry bags and much heavier objects. She didn't yell from the doorway. She walked into the kitchen, sat on a stool, and crossed her legs. Her high-heeled pump swung in the air. "Two months," she said. "Plus utilities. Total sixty-four thousand." "I don't have any right now,&#3... continue reading

This was a few months ago. I was on a break with my boyfriend, the kind where you both know it is technically a break but you are also both secretly hoping it is not permanent. My best friend and I booked a last minute trip to this party resort on the coast because we needed to do something chaotic and it felt right.

Second night there we met two guys at a bar. We were all pretty drunk and one thing led to another and somehow we ended up back in our hotel room with them, more drinks, some other stuff, the whole situation escalating in that way that feels inevitable in hindsight I guess.

Here is the thing. There was one double bed. Mine and my friend's. And at some point we were both on it with these guys and I remember looking over at her like... are we actually doing this? And she just kind of shrugged and smiled and that was that.

It was so hot. Like unexpectedly, embarrassingly hot. We were both getting fucked right next to each other and we kept catching each other's eyes and at... continue reading

Hey everyone, had so much fun posting before so I wanted to share another one. Sorry if it is a little long I just love getting all the details out lol.

I am a very submissive person and free use has always been something that genuinely excites me. The idea of someone using my body purely for their own pleasure with zero regard for mine is so hot to me. A while back I talked to my boyfriend about trying it and we set some limits and figured out a system together.

After doing some research I liked the idea of using coloured hair ties to signal what I was up for. Green meant anything goes. Yellow meant hands or mouth only. Red meant not right now. We tried it for a few days and it went well but he was quite tame about it, very respectful, never really pushed anything. It was fun but I wanted more.

A few months later we were doing a full week of it. Things had been about the same. He was still being gentle and considerate which I appreciate in literally every other context but was not... continue reading

My Svetka is a normal woman. She was. We knew each other well. She was studying to become a teacher. I was a metallurgist. My teacher used to say, "Not everyone can dance ballet, someone has to smelt metal!" Yes. I work as a foreman at a metallurgical plant. Svetka teaches geography. When we met, she was a normal girl: not a party girl, not a slut, calm, sensible, not brazen... Not a beauty, but quite pretty for my taste. We got married, and before graduating, Svetka gave birth to my daughter. My father-in-law and mother-in-law are truly wonderful people. Following the principle of "let the young live for themselves while keeping the family strong," they took in their beloved granddaughter. My wife and I live alone most of the time. My parents contributed and bought us an apartment. Svetka is a good housekeeper. We have regular family sex without any perversions. After college, my wife went to work. And then real hell began. At school, it was either you or the other.... continue reading

Marina Lvovna stood in the middle of her future office, wincing in disgust. Cement dust hung in the air. Two workers in stained overalls were laying wiring. More precisely, one, the younger, stocky fellow, was drilling into the wall, while the other, older, with a weathered, red face, simply sat on an overturned bucket, squinting at their boss. Marina was used to men in the office barely daring to look at her. She'd bullied them, fired them, and promoted them without a second thought. But here, in the dim light of the unfinished office, she felt uneasy. She was a queen here only on paper, but in reality, she was just a woman who got in the way of her work. The men smelled of sweat and burning, not expensive perfume, like her subordinates in expensive suits. "Well, mistress, we'll be done soon," the young man said without turning around, shouting over the noise of the drill. He didn't even look at her. It was annoying. Marina stepped around the construction debris... continue reading

I have been seeing the same male massage therapist for about a year now and from the very first session we clicked, like really clicked, we talk about everything during my appointments, nothing is off limits, and we have always flirted pretty shamelessly with each other, to the point where I have flashed him before as a joke, which he absolutely was not expecting.

He is playful and a little bit of a menace and I am embarrassingly gullible so he loves to set me up, straight faced stuff like oh you are not actually on the schedule today or actually I am the one getting the massage, and I fall for it every single time which he finds hilarious.

Last week he started the session telling me to get undressed and lay on top of the sheets, take everything off, and I started pulling my hoodie over my head before I caught the look on his face and said just kidding and he had to excuse himself from the room lol.

He came back, I was face up with my chest half covered, and he started on my neck li... 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

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