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The glass doors of the PharmaCorp clinic slid open with a soft hiss, ushering Jane into sterile, icy-cold air. It smelled of antiseptic and money. The latter was especially appealing. It was this smell, or rather the lack thereof in her own life, that had drawn the twenty-year-old student here. The reception area was decorated in calm, neutral tones—gray sofas, blue accent walls covered with abstract paintings, presumably intended to be calming. But Jane couldn't relax. Her fingers fiddled nervously with the strap of her old backpack, filled with notes from an introductory sociology course. "Jane Doe?" a woman in a white coat rose from behind the counter, her smile as flawless and lifeless as the interior. "My name is Linda. Come with me, Dr. Murdoch is waiting for you." Jane nodded, feeling her legs buckle. She followed Linda down the long hallway, their footsteps echoing dully on the glossy linoleum. The office doors were closed, their nameplates bearing incomp... continue reading

This past Halloween, Erica and myself got invited out by a mutual friend of ours to a house party, along with a whole host of our mutual friends. I went dressed as Sub-Zero while she went dressed as Kitana. Once we got there and started making our rounds with everyone else, Erica introduced me to her friend Jessica, who at this point was sitting on the couch on the basement by herself.

I introduced myself to her and shook her hand. She just said hi very softly and meekly. She is a very cute and petite redhead with a decent sized bust and some of the cutest freckles imaginable, fitting considering she went dressed in a typical schoolgirl outfit (she would later say that she was trying to dress up as the readhead from the music video for All The Things She Said by t.a.t.u). However, I still got this since that she was really quite glum and sad. After we made our introductions, I made my way back upstairs and joined the rest of the party.

A few hours passed (and a few wobblypops were c... continue reading

The end of 2224 was unusually rainy and gloomy. Outside the window of my home office, located on the hundredth floor of a skyscraper, gray streams tirelessly drenched the neon-lit night city. The streams of water blurred the lights of flying cars lining up in endless glowing lines, transforming the futuristic landscape into a melancholic watercolor masterpiece. I moved away from the massive holographic screen displaying the complex molecular diagrams of my secret project and stretched, feeling the stiff muscles in my back and neck protest the hours of sitting motionless. My back creaked, an eloquent reminder of long years spent in a static position, researching and experimenting. I removed my thick-lensed glasses and carefully wiped them with a special cloth. Without them, the world instantly blurred into a shapeless blur, where light bizarrely merged with darkness, depriving me of the ability to discern not only details but the very essence of the objects around me. A congenital an... continue reading

Introduction from the husband Recently, while talking about memorable and unusual sexual experiences, my wife reminded me of another adventure in a train compartment. Wow, I'd completely forgotten about it. She started recalling details, and I remembered some of them too, so I decided to commit the experience to paper. As I was writing, I realized it would be easier for me to persuade my wife to write the part of the story about the events that took place without my presence. I would then write the introduction and then describe the events in which I had already participated. So, it all started like this: my wife and I had already bought train tickets to St. Petersburg—we were planning to go to another meeting at a higher-level organization. Yes, it was May! Then I got a call, first from the head of the repair department at the head office, and then from the deputy director of the representative organization in the Moscow region. The problem was this: the Muscovites needed to ha... continue reading

When I was in high school there was a guy named David and I had a huge crush on him. He wasn't a football player or even really popular. He was this quiet kid that sat next to me in math class that occasionally helped me out. He was so shy but he'd break through that when I'd ask him a question.

Now as a teenager, all the wires are crossed and the hormones are high so instead of just accepting a friendship I needed something more with David.

I managed to plan a study date with him, don't ask me how it happened, it took a lot of conjoling. We went to his house and his parents left us alone in his room with the door closed.

I couldn't help myself! He was nervous, blushing and stuttering over his words and it made me so wet to see him behave like that because of me.

To his credit, he tried to keep us focused on the homework but I couldn't focus to save my life.

"Have you ever kissed someone?" I asked. He turned red and I couldn't help but smile. He hadn't! I didn't say anything but I... continue reading

Jack Miller spent a week stalking the neighborhood. He chose a target and arrived at the house around two in the morning. He found and carefully opened an unlocked window on the ground floor of the quiet house. He quietly crept into the dark room, turned on a small flashlight, and looked around, removing an old pillowcase from under his jacket. He quickly went to the sideboard, found a box of expensive antique silverware, and dumped it all into the bag. Also inside was a beautiful silver tea set and a small metal box containing three hundred dollars. Not bad for a couple of minutes' work, he thought, heading for the exit the same way he'd entered—through Rachel's window. Suddenly, the light flashed and a man's voice rang out! "Who's there?" the man shouted. Jack froze, looked over his shoulder, and saw a man of about fifty standing in the far doorway. - Hey! What are you doing here?! Turning to face him, Jack put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a sh... continue reading

>Damn, THEY WERENT JOKING AND THAT  rumor was no lie, and his cock was worth the hype. 10/10

>quick story about how i ended up hooking up with my friend josh after learning he’s packing something massive.

we’ve been friends since high school, always platonic, but i had to see for myself..

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last weekend, i was at a small halloween party with josh and a few others, drinking and playing dumb games. someone brought up crazy rumors, and one girl mentioned hearing josh had a

**“monster dick.” everyone laughed, but he just grinned, not denying it. i was curious as fuck, thinking, no way... LIKE HIM? my friend josh? i was surprised cause he was the skinny nerdy type.sss**

later, when we were alone grabbing drinks in the kitchen, after a long night of bantering i finally teased him about it. he smirked and said, “wanna find out?” my pussy tingled instantly...i’d never seen him that way before, but now i had to know. i nodded, half-joking, but the vibe shifted, and... continue reading

The car pulled up to a building somewhere in the neighborhood. I sat at a distance from him in the backseat. He seemed to pretend I wasn't there. I cautiously peered out through the raindrops to see what this place was like. It was already past midnight, but I felt calm. The master had explained back in the café that the girl had to ask him for a session herself, explained the rules, and the girl, without a second thought, did so. And now she was here. The screeching of brakes, the sound of drips on the roof of the car, and the sound of the door opening. The man walked around the back of the car, opened the door, took off his coat, and covered me with it to keep me dry. I got out of the car without meeting his gaze, and we hurried inside. It was a reception area of sorts, but it was so dim, so intimate. The girl behind the counter smiled at the man, and she clearly recognized him. I shrugged off his coat and hung it over my arm; it was barely wet. And I stepped aside. I looked... continue reading

My girlfriend and I went to a Halloween party at a friend's house and it was the craziest party ever. It started off as a costume party and it basically ended up as a sex party. After a few hours most people were either half naked or fully naked. People were fucking in bedrooms, the bathroom, and the backyard.

My gf wanted to find a woman to blow me and maybe have a threesome with. After flirting with a lot of girls, we had no luck. Eventually we went to Plan B. I stripped to my underwear. gf said, "Fuck it. No underwear." Underwear came off and I was totally naked with a big hard on. We walked around the party again.

Not many people noticed since so many other people were naked. Some were fucking in front of everyone. We finally started talked to this sexy brunette Laura. She said I was hot and kept staring at my dick. My gf got really direct and asked her if she wanted to suck my dick. She immediately got on her knees and started blowing me, in front of everyone. gf held back Lau... continue reading

The living room was filled with the scent of jasmine candles and the tart notes of women's perfume—the floral trail of Zhanna and the fresh, almost marine scent of Christina. I sat in a chair, watching them as jazz played softly, and they, the two friends, settled on the huge sofa, their bare feet touching. Zhanna, my red-haired wife, was the embodiment of temptation in her short black dress. Her curves, the very ones that had driven me crazy all these years, stood out softly in the dim light. Christina, a slender blonde in tight jeans and a silk tank top, gestured as she told yet another amusing story. A provocative tattoo on her ankle peeked out from under her jeans, and a silver piercing in her belly button glinted with every movement. "Boris, don't stare like you're at an exhibition," Zhanna winked at me, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. "Want to join in? There's plenty of room." I moved to the sofa, feeling a slight arousal creeping in. Ch... continue reading

My wife and I had just got married. Beautiful ceremony, crazy fun reception. Instead of having a traditional male best man, I had asked Sarah to be my 'best woman' for the wedding. She's my ex, best friend, and current FWB. All good on everybody's side, no secrets between us.

My wife and I invited Sarah to join us upstairs in our hotel room. It was only fitting that Sarah celebrate our wedding night with us, since she played match maker between us. Honestly? I was nervous as fuck. But when Sarah and Wifey came out of the bathroom, decked out in this bridal lingerie. And high heels. And holy fuck. Adrenaline just took over.

The three of us fucked, and I just had came in my wife's mouth. It was so intense and over the top. I had to take a break, and recover. So I collapsed in the chair facing the bed.

Now Sarah is a super sexual woman. Confident. Sexy. And drop dead gorgeous. So as I'm there, just trying to soak it all in. My wife is on the bed, recovering herse... continue reading

His loft smelled of old books, leather, and the faintest hint of his cologne—something woody, tart. The candles on the nightstands cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating bizarre giants of light and darkness. I stood in the middle of the room, feeling small and fragile, almost translucent. My short black hair seemed even darker against my pale skin, and the tiny swallow tattoo on my wrist felt like my only talisman of protection. He was thirty-eight. Tall, with a graying beard and eyes that had seen too much. His hands—strong, with the sinewy fingers of a photographer and thin silver scars on his knuckles—now ignited a fire within me that sent shivers down my spine. He approached me silently, like a predator. "Ready?" His voice was low, almost chest-like, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I merely nodded, unable to speak. My throat was dry. We'd met several times, discussed boundaries, safe words. But the theory proved worthless compared to the practical items lyin... continue reading

Instead of having a traditional male best man, I had asked Sarah to be my 'best woman' for the wedding. I met Sarah in college, and we dated a while. She's a smokeshow. She became a model, so think fashion, swim stuff, and lingerie. Tall, blonde, blue eyes type of woman. The sex is amazing. Even though things didn't work out romantically, we are best friends and have been FWBs ever since.

Sarah actually introduced me to my wife. They are really good friends, and she knows about my past and current thing with Sarah. All good on everybody's end. Wifey actually enjoys and gets off on Sarah and I fucking. So Wifey was completely on board on having Sarah as my best woman at the wedding.

The wedding itself was amazing. Tons of people, partying, dancing. You know, typical wedding fun stuff. By the end of the night, we're all tired and wiped. But my Wife, Sarah and I planned to have some special wedding night sex in the hotel room upstairs. It was only fitting that Sarah joi... continue reading

I met "Sarah" in college. At the time, she wasn't this super popular woman on IG. Just a tall pretty blonde, with the most amazing body. Sure, she had some followers, but nothing crazy.

Sarah and I hit it off, and we dated throughout college. During our relationship, we definitely had an open and adventurous sex life. Threesomes, public, kinks, fetishes, all of that. Sure, we had some ups and downs as a couple, but our sex life was awesome.

Eventually though, we both decided to end the romantic part of our relationship. No hard feelings on either side. But we still remain friends, best friends even.

After college, Sarah and I are best friends and still FWBs. And that's when her IG blew up. She got modeling gigs, signed with a modeling agency, all that. Began posting pics of herself in bikinis, lingerie, etc... Her IG just blew up. Naturally, guys would slide into Sarah's DM, just trying to shoot their shot.

At the time, Sarah and I are fucking... but also best frie... continue reading

I met Kimmi at a Halloween party I hadn’t even planned to attend, but it was in a rented room in the basement of a bar just a five-minute walk from my apartment, and I couldn’t say no. She was tiny—maybe five-one—with long brown hair that fell in loose waves down her back, brown eyes that shimmered under long, fake lashes, and a body that practically floated through the room. Petite, with boobs that looked large on her small frame, legs wrapped in torn fishnets, and a neon-pink tutu that did an embarrassingly bad job of covering her ass cheeks. Pink glitter clung to her cheeks, nose, neck, shoulders, and even the tips of her ears, like she’d been dipped in pink Himalayan salt. She called it a fairy costume. It looked more like temptation dressed up in wings.

We didn’t know each other, but it wasn’t a large party, so we must’ve had some mutual acquaintances. Kimmi sidled up to me and complimented my costume—a handcrafted creation I’d devised myself, equal parts eye-catching and unique,... continue reading

My heart was pounding wildly, a dull thud echoing in my temples. I looked in the rearview mirror at my reflection: out of breath, with an unnatural flush on my cheeks and overly shiny eyes. I was now biting my lips, which I had so carefully lined with ripe cherry-colored lipstick, until they hurt, trying to push back the obsessive thought: “You're a traitor. You're a bitch. You're doing this.” Rain splattered the windshield, turning the city lights into blurs. The car smelled of my perfume—Black Opium, his favorite. My phone, lying on the passenger seat, vibrated again. I glanced at the screen: "Husband." A breath caught in my chest. Just a couple of hours ago, I'd been kissing this man, my husband, cooking him dinner, listening to him talk about a boring day at the office. And now I was racing to the outskirts of town, to the cheap Eden Motel, which smelled of despair and lust, not paradise. "Meeting with Lenka, I'm running late, don't wait up, k... continue reading

We practically teleported to the bedroom we got in there so fast. Sarah was out of her dress already and making out with Jane, pressing her against one of the walls. Jane was trying to still be playful but Sarah was wild, practically tearing Jane’s clothes off. I undressed casually while watching them. It wasn’t long before both girls were down to just their panties.

Sarah stepped back and led Jane to the bed, stopping at the edge right next to where I sat.

“Bend over,” she ordered. I knew about Sarah’s dominant nature when we played with others, but Jane was about to learn about it first hand it seemed. Jane obeyed. Sarah tucked a finger under both sides of her panties and yanked them down, eliciting a loud gasp from Jane. She stepped out of them, steadying herself with both hands down on the bed. Sarah stood back, and placed a hand on Jane’s ass.

“This,” she started, waiting until Jane looked back at her, “is for teasing me for so damn long.” Jane smiled and nodded. S... continue reading

My head felt quite heavy, and my thoughts were all jumbled up from the alcohol. Several months had passed since Ira and I broke up, but no matter how hard I tried not to think about her, it just wasn't working, so I drowned my obsessions and nagging thoughts in cognac. I lay down on my couch when I suddenly heard a knock at the door. I reluctantly stood up, walking from the living room into the small hallway where the front door was. I looked through the peephole and couldn't believe what I saw. I opened the door, and there stood Ira, still as beautiful and sexy as ever. She was wearing short black shorts and a crop top that barely covered her pink, erect nipples. Ira is a petite 23-year-old brunette, 155 cm tall, with a pretty face, small but graceful breasts, a thin waist, and a rounded bottom. "Hi, Pash!" Ira said shyly, looking me in the eyes. "Will you let me in?" “Hi... yes, of course, come in,” I barely managed to get the words out, trying to collect m... continue reading

I swear my sister has a sixth sense for when things are going well for me. So spoiled and self-centered, she always made a point to turn the attention to herself. It’s bad enough that she’s objectively beautiful with a slim body and big tits. And I don’t know why I was even surprised when she walked into the house.

Day = ruined.

She claimed to be in town to see friends. And seeing me with a man for the first time brought her to her old ways. It was bad enough to always hear “your sister is so hot,” but she was now actively trying to take a man away from me. I went from feeling like a goddess to the dejected girl.

It culminated when she came downstairs completely nude after her shower because she “forgot” to bring her clothes upstairs with her. As she made a point to show off her body to him, I moved to the kitchen to start prepping dinner. He joined me after she walked away to start peeling potatoes.

“What a self-centered bitch.” He muttered.

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I hated needing reassurance, but it... continue reading

Ira and I had a complicated relationship; we were on and off, though we kept in touch for several years. One time, when we broke up again, I decided that was it and I needed to start over. I messaged my friend and we went to a nightclub, ideally to pick up some chicks, but as it turned out, just to have a drink and have a good time. We started with one, then another, until it was late at night and we were standing at the entrance to yet another, quite drunk. My friend decided he couldn't continue our "crusade" any longer and called a taxi. I was about to leave, but something seemed to draw me inside. I walked into the club, the stairs leading straight down. Upon entering, music and the murmur of people became immediately audible. Couples stood along the steps in the semi-darkness, enjoying each other with rapture. I went downstairs and found myself in a large room. The music was loud, and the flickering, dim red lighting created an intimate atmosphere. I went to the bar,... continue reading