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I've been to Thailand a few times now and it would be rude not to sample a Thai massage. There are a few types of establishments which I have grouped into three types.

There are the proper ones. Expert masseurs that feel like they are pulling your limbs off and crushing your bones even though you have asked for a relaxing massage. Although you do leave feeling really refreshed. You can spot these as they are on normally on a main road or easy to find. They have a proper reception desk and the mature masseurs are dressed appropriately. They will probably be reviewed online too and shut about 10pm. You often get given disposable pants to wear but they will keep you professionally covered. I highly recommend them but be prepared for some mild torture. Women can expect there tits to get a good rub but pussies and cocks are out of bounds.

Then there is the other extreme. These are common in Bangkok and easily identified by the scantily clad young women outside trying to lure you in. They... continue reading

The last time I posted was years ago, when I was the gloryhole at a sex party. You can read about that in my post history. After the sex party, Ted and Mandy kept asking me to attend their parties. They even suggested more private affairs where I would be the sole focus, but I needed a break and, honestly, I just didn't feel the need. It's like my libido went to sleep. Next thing I knew, I hadn't had sex or dated anyone in 3 years!

Then last weekend a couple I know from the swinger community, Dave and Laura, who I still kept in touch with, invited me to their house warming party. Well I showed up and hung out. I ended up drinking too much and next thing I knew it was late, almost everyone had gone home, I was drunk and in no condition to drive home. Another couple had stayed, Adam and Rachel, and they offered to drive me home. We were sitting there in the living room, when the topic shifted to more personal questions. Adam and Rachel have also flirted with the swinger lifestyle, and... continue reading

It happened to me a couple of months ago. I'm twenty-five, an ordinary guy, working in IT, living alone in a small apartment in the city center. I have a friend, Vitka, and we've been inseparable our whole lives, drinking beer and playing soccer together. His mother, Aunt Ira, is forty-five, but looks thirty-five: slim, with long brown hair that she often wears in a ponytail, green eyes, and a figure you can't take your eyes off. She has D-cup breasts, a narrow waist, and a round butt—she works as a fitness trainer, so her body is in good shape. I always sneaked glances at her when I visited them: she'd walk around the house in leggings or shorts, smiling warmly at me, sometimes joking about "young stallions." Vitka didn't suspect a thing; to him, she's just his mother, but to me, she's an object of fantasy. I imagined her seducing me, but I never thought it would become reality. It all started when Vitka went away on a business trip for a week—he... continue reading

**Sorry for the longevity snd excessive details…**

**Background story:**

So I’m \[23M\] working in a big city in East Asia. I was new to the job but not to the city as I had lived there for 3 years already.

First week on the job I got to know some people, some were friendly, same kind of just smiling to pass me by, most were not interested to meet people just get their work done and go home or out to their other lives outside of work. Which is fine to me, fair enough people do not look to work often for social connections in this part of the world.

It was my first week and this guy would very excitedly say hi to me and try to make small talk. He was not really good at it but I appreciated the effort and tried to replicate the same energy. Then came Friday he saw me at the pantry making a coffee then asked me what my plans were for the evening. I told him most likely just home to my cat, dinner, and video games or tv till I sleep.

He told me that was boring then recommended I join... continue reading

My wife was in a very horny mood the other night. We've been married for a while and have a couple of kids so it's not always easy for us to make time for sexy stuff. However, when she gets in a particular mood, I know we're gonna make time after the kids go to bed. This time, I underestimated how horny she was.

It started out with some comments "Its been too long. We need to do it soon" stuff like that. Then I'd get the occasional titty flash when the kids weren't looking.

Later, the kids were upstairs playing and I was sitting on the couch watching tv. Thats when she came over and straddled me. I love when she does that. Feeling her weight on my lap. I slide my hand under her shirt so I can feel her warm, soft skin. She starts kissing me. I move my hands from her shirt down to her pants so I can squeeze her ass (easily her best feature).

After a few minutes of this, she stands up and decides to turn around and tease me some more. She rubs her incredible ass on my lap. My hands a... continue reading

I'd like to share a story that happened to me last summer. My wife and I rented a dacha in a small village, and we shared a bathhouse with our neighbors—an old wooden structure where everyone took turns steaming on weekends. My neighbor, Liza, a young widow in her thirties, lived alone, with a stunning figure: full breasts, a narrow waist, long legs, and a butt so perfect you couldn't take your eyes off her. I'd sometimes see her in the garden wearing short shorts, and it turned me on, but it never went beyond fantasy. One hot evening, my wife went into town on business, and I decided to take a steam bath in the banya. I lit the stove and filled it with water, but then I heard footsteps – Liza had arrived too, apparently unaware I was there. She entered the changing room and began to undress, while I, already in the steam room, froze. The door to the steam room had a small, fogged-up window, but I could peek through a crack in the wall – it was an old banya, with holes e... continue reading

i was completely broke and had nothing for my best friend’s birthday, and i felt so bad because he’s always been the sweetest guy, quietly crushing on me since high school. i could tell he was hoping for something from me this year, so i got creative and made him a single **“boob flash coupon”** as a joke… except he cashed it in the same night and it turned into way more than just a flash. 😈

we were chilling at his place after dinner, just the two of us, and i handed him this little folded card i scribbled on printer paper: **“good for 1 free boob flash, redeem whenever.”**

i laughed when i gave it to him, thinking he’d tease me about it forever, but his face went serious and he looked up like “you’re serious?”

so i shrugged and said “only if you want it.” and yes he redeemed it right away. long story short after flashing him i could see his dick get hard through his sweats and i started teasing him but i lowkey got wet

he just pulled me close and started kissing m... continue reading

I'd like to share a recent story that happened to me last week. My wife and I invited her best friend, Lena, over to our house for the evening. The reason was simple – to hang out, have a drink, and chat about life. Lena had recently broken up with her boyfriend, and my wife decided to cheer her up. To be honest, I've always secretly glanced at Lena – she's tall, slender, with long legs and well-groomed feet, which she loves to show off in open-toed shoes. I've had a foot fetish since childhood: I adore beautiful women's feet, pedicures, and massages – that's what turns me on the most. We sat in the living room and opened a bottle of wine, then a second. Conversation flowed easily, jokes, reminiscing. My wife, Masha, got drunk faster than everyone else—she's a lightweight when it comes to that sort of thing. Lena held out longer, but she, too, was flushed and giggling at my every word. At one point, Masha said she'd go lie down on the couch in the bed... continue reading

TRUE STORY

from a couple weeks ago that still gets me wet every time i think about it. i matched with this guy on tinder who was super cute, tall, fit, total boyfriend material vibe. we texted for a few days, he was funny and sweet, but the second sex came up he got super paranoid about condoms. like, “i never go raw, no exceptions, stds and babies are scary” level strict. i respected it at first, but once we actually met up i knew i wanted to feel him bare and make him lose control inside me. 😈

he came over to my place after drinks, still nervous about the condom thing, double-checking the box he brought like it was a life vest. we started making out on my couch, clothes coming off slow....cmy skirt hiked up, his shirt gone, hands everywhere. i could feel how hard he was through his jeans, thick and throbbing, and when i finally pulled them down his cock sprang out, perfect size, veiny, already leaking precum. i stroked him a little, teasing the tip with my thumb, then climbed o... continue reading

This story began when I was working part-time as a taxi driver. I pulled up to a café where, apparently, some corporate event was taking place, a pretty woman of about 35 climbed in next to me and, sitting in the front seat, slurred her way through the address. It was a long drive, 30 kilometers, and delighted with such a good order at the end of my shift, I drove to the address. During the ride, the drunk woman began complaining about her life: her husband wasn't paying attention, her lover didn't need her anymore, and she was still in her prime, and so on and so forth—whatever else men want. Upon closer inspection, I realized she was indeed quite attractive, with a C- or B-cup bust, slender legs, a toned figure, and not an ugly face. We chatted for about half the ride, and then something happened that I'd heard about many times, but had never experienced with me. She asked for a light, and since I don't allow smoking in the car, I had to pull over and we got out to... continue reading

It was one of those things you always kinda have on your list but never act upon... I had fantasized about it for years. Although I have watched tons of glory-hole porn, every time I actually looked for one, I was a bit discouraged by the actual reviews. Too many people saying it was dirty, awful or just gross. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting porn-quality men or dicks, but I do need a bit of... Safety?

So a couple of months ago, a new sex shop opened, and I saw a lot of fairly good publicity. I found out it also had a "private DVD-watching area" which, as I discovered, is just a boring way of saying "glory hole" hahaha. I went maybe 3 or 4 times since the grand opening... I bought a couple of toys, a couple of lubes, had a chat with the super nice lady working there... And I knew I wanted to ask and discover more about the glory hole, but I could never win against my shyness.

This last week I have been particularly horny (Hormones, porn, some guys teasing me...) so I made up m... continue reading

I’ve had this flirty thing going a guy, Rich, who goes to my gym. We followed each other online, would end up chatting in the gym and from there, I asked about his basketball videos.

Tbh, I know nothing about basketball. It seems ends to end exciting, and the guys are very athletic, that’s good enough for me.

I learned Rich is in his last year of University and is… 22. I’m 37!

I literally get off on being the older woman. I’ve had a few experiences where I can give myself to a 20s guy and I can barely articulate how it makes me feel.

It’s the psychology of; has he ever been with a woman who reaaaally knows what she’s doing in the bedroom or even a much older woman?!

I wished him luck for his Sunday night game. I joked, “maybe you’ll get lucky if you win.”

“There’s nobody to get lucky with.” He quickly added he’s speaking to a girl from a tennis team.

OKAY, competitive me = activated.

I wanted to outdo her. He said she’s hot and cold. I asked if s... continue reading

I never thought I'd be fucking my best friend's mother while lying on a lounge chair in the middle of a pine forest, while the birds sang as if they were requesting a soundtrack. Seriously. My name is Alexander, I'm twenty years old, five feet five inches tall, I play basketball at the college level, and I'm used to getting what I want. But Anna... that was on another level. We went to Vitka's dacha for the May holidays. He, his parents, and I—like, to get away from the city, have a barbecue, go to the sauna. I'd known Vitka since first year, but I'd only seen his parents briefly a couple of times. He'd say, "My mom's strict, my dad's busy." Okay, fine. I thought it would be a classic woman in a robe with curlers. I was wrong. When we walked into the house, she was standing by the living room window, adjusting the curtain. The sun was shining from behind, shining through the thin knit of her housedress. Her silhouette was simply stunni... continue reading

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