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— Fuck, yes! More! Fuck me like this, deeper! My nails dug into the cool plastic of the kitchen countertop, and my entire body arched in a silent scream from a new, crushing jolt that echoed deep within, causing my insides to clench in a delicious spasm. Sweat trickled down my back, mixing with the tears of madness that rolled down my face. Strong, young hands gripped my hips, pressing them in with such force that there would definitely be bruises tomorrow. Bruises that I would proudly examine in the mirror, a crazy thought flashed through my head. "Mommy's just an insatiable whore," a low, commanding voice rasped right next to my ear, its roughness making me shudder with desire again. "It's been forty minutes, and you're still thirsty. There's already a puddle under you, see?" I lowered my head, trying to catch my breath. The floor did indeed glisten in the light of the kitchen lamp. A puddle. From me. From what he squeezed out of me again and again.... continue reading

So im 19, living in this tiny dorm with my roommate whos like, super chill but also kinda intimidating cause shes got this confident vibe. Shes got short dyed purple hair and always wears these tight tank tops that show off her curves. We get along fine, but I always caught myself staring at her ass when she walks around in leggings. Never thought shed notice tho.

One night I was alone in our room, feeling horny as hell. My roomate was supposed to be at some club meeting, so I figured I had time. I grabbed my vibrator, this little pink one that hits just right, and got under the covers. I was so wet already, sliding it along my pussy lips, teasing my clit before pushing it in slow. I was moaning soft, trying to keep quiet, when the door swings open. Fuck, its her. I freeze, vibrator still buzzing inside me, my legs spread wide under the blanket.

She just stands there, smirking, and says caught you huh? My face is burning, I stammer something dumb like uh sorry, but she walks over, si... continue reading

My mother-in-law recently moved in with us. Antonina Gennadyevna is 56 years old now. She spent her entire life as the head of our foundry. She definitely didn't look 56; you wouldn't put her past 40. She had a big, toned butt, matching breasts, a stern face, and her hair was always pulled back into a ponytail. So my mother-in-law moved in with us. And as the old joke goes, she has already eaten away at her son-in-law’s, that is, me, brain. - I'll give your mother a punch in the face soon if she doesn't stop! "Seryozha, please forgive me, just be patient a little longer! She'll buy herself a new apartment soon and move out." "Yes, yes, then she'll need repairs, and who's going to help? Her son-in-law is a klutz, of course." - Well, Seryozha... Dasha kissed her husband's neck, then climbed under the covers and placed her husband's rather large penis in her mouth. She began sucking him vigorously, bringing him to bliss. Powerful stre... continue reading

Mikhail, a 25-year-old guy, immediately got a job as a security guard at a large corporation as soon as he returned from the army. For the past year, he'd been working as a driver for the CEO of this corporation, and it so happened that while driving his boss, he sometimes entrusted him with driving his wife to the gym or the spa. So they began an affair, during those days when he'd take his boss's wife to the spa or the gym, supposedly. They'd either rent a hotel room, or Misha would drive out into the woods outside the city, where they'd have sex like rabid rabbits. Natasha gave Mikhail a blowjob in the back seat of an expensive Maybach. — I witnessed a conversation here, the chief accountant needed a driver and security guard all in one for some business trip, I recommended you. Natalia said, pulling away from the member. - Why? I'm not bad here either, when such a milf gives me pleasure. Natalia was 13 years older than Mikhail. She was madly in love with... continue reading

Last Saturday, I met Tom for a date. Tom was the total package: he was tall, attractive, sculpted like a Greek god, and was in a better professional position than 90% of men his age, holding a master’s degree in finance and already working for one of the country’s largest banks at just 23. And he knew it. So that made him an extremely confident man. God clearly has favorites, kinda unfair if you ask me. But I didn’t mind. Quite the opposite, actually. Your girl was ovulating, so needless to say, I knew exactly what I was looking for, and I found it in Tom.

The chemistry was definitely there, I think. I’m also an ambitious, career-driven woman, soon to graduate from a top institution. I religiously hit the gym three times a week, and I have a multicultural background, just like Tom. So we actually had quite a lot in common, down to our music taste.

Physically though, we were complete opposites. Tom is a 6’2 blond man with intense green eyes and short, carefully styled hair. I’m a Bl... continue reading

A friend of mine, Seryoga, told me about it. He and I were in the same class at university. He met this romantic woman. Blonde. Lips as big as a horse's. Curvy, a little slow. But it was clear she had very earthly thoughts—getting fucked hard. There are students like that—it's written all over their faces. They come to university not so much to study as to end up in some cute guy's bed and spread their legs. And then they tease their friends, saying, "Nobody fucks you!" Seryoga was cute. Also blond. With a good sense of humor. And so, he says, he came to her dorm. He brought cake. They sat down and drank tea. What else should they do? Not read books, after all. He started groping her. He unbuttoned her robe, and there was her bra. He reached into her bra and started feeling her nipples. They were also large, like cherries. Her areolas were wide, dark, and bumpy. He got turned on, of course. Victoria noticed it and placed her palm on his bulge. And so they sat the... continue reading

- Kolya, you idiot, let me through!!! I'll be late for work!!! Kolya was, to put it mildly, a bad neighbor, and if not mildly, a jerk! Constant drinking, partying, music, and shouting until the early hours. And this very creature lived below us. And the worst part is, he was constantly picking on me and picking on me! At first, he just made stupid jokes and offered dubious compliments. Even though I'm 41 and he's a 23-year-old bitch!!! But no, he never let me pass in peace, I have a feeling that he constantly smokes in the entryway, 24/7, the asshole!!! And now, the bitch knows my husband left 30 minutes ago. And I'll tell you right away, I didn't say anything to my husband; this Kolya is as healthy as a battered horse and just as smart! And you can't report him to the police, what am I supposed to say? He won't let me go down the stairs? We live on the fifth, top floor, and he lives on the fourth. And now he's standing between the floors and won'... continue reading

hey GWS! so awhile ago, i went on a girls trip to cancun with my besties. i was recently broken up so we booked this fancy resort with a spa, and on day two, i signed up for a massage to unwind from all the UNLIMITED FOOD, margaritas and dancing. little did i know, it’d turn into the hottest moment of the trip.

i’m on the massage table, naked under a sheet, when this ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUSS masseur (mid-20s, tan, ripped, with a sexy accent) starts working his magic. his hands are strong, kneading my shoulders, then gliding down my back, and i’m already melting, getting wet just from how good it feels.

he’s all professional at first, but when he starts on my thighs, his fingers brush *real* close to my pussy, and i let out a little moan. he pauses, smirks, and asks, “is this okay?” in that deep voice, and i’m like, “uh, yeah,” totally blushing but so turned on... at this point i haven't been touched by a dude in over 2 months and im squirming...

next thing i know, the sheet’s off,... continue reading

This happened a few months ago, when I was newly single. I was feeling a bit down, not going out much. One of my best friends Stacey invited me to her house for dinner. She also invited 3 of her girlfriends who I met a few times but didn't really know. The dinner was pleasant.

After dinner, as everybody started drinking more, Stacey came up with the bright idea to play truth or dare - like we're teenagers. How could I say no? Things started off boring but eventually got a bit spicy. We were daring each other to kiss and take our shirts off. But things were still relatively tame.

At some point Stacey said to me, "Truth or dare?" I said dare. She says, "I dare you to fuck me." Her friends started cheering, so she had the crowd on her side. I gave probably the dumbest answer ever: "Right now?" I was so shocked I didn't know what else to say. For some backstory, we had made out and given each other oral before, but never actually fucked.

She goes "Fuck yes right now!" She grabbed my han... continue reading

So I live with three roommates and I am very used to listening to them live their lives. Sometimes they’re quiet, other times they blast the television. Sometimes they fuck in the next room so loudly you can barely hear yourself think.

Today I was reading when I heard Josie and Josh through our shared wall. The bed was shaking and I could hear muffled moans. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to eavesdrop so I popped in headphones and went about my business.

A few minutes later there’s a knock at my door. I tell them to come in and it is Josie wrapped up in a robe. I could tell she was naked beneath it. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her hair was loose and wild.

“Are you busy?” She asked. She seemed a little irritated.

“What’s up?” I asked. I figured she might need a ride to the store for plan b or something but instead she popped her hip out and sighed. She didn’t look at me as she spoke.

“Josh needs you,” she said.

“For what?” I asked as I pulled out my headphones and pu... continue reading

Yesterday I posted a brief confession in another subreddit, and a lot of people got back to me wanting more juicy detail. So I thought here is probably the adequate place for that. I am a commercial airline pilot, and I can tell you, the stories about pilots and FA are actually mostly true. A lot of these cabin crew are young, curious and adventurous. On layovers, there's usually quite some action going on. There is mostly at least one female flight attendant who is down to fuck. With younger crew members, it happens after some drinks, but with the more experienced ones, these things are usually arranged discreetly in advance, so I know already who will join me in my room before arriving at the hotel.

But sometimes there are surprises that blow my mind–even though I do have quite a bit of experience.

I only got into a conversation with her on the bus to the hotel. She was in her early twenties, a petite brunette, with a pretty, innocent face. She had started to work only a few month... continue reading

The scent of pine and steam hung in the air, mingling with the aroma of chilled beer. The sauna was dizzyingly hot. I sat on the bottom bunk, my back against the rough wooden wall, watching drops of water roll down my husband, Igor's, bare chest. His friends, Sergey and Anton, lounged nearby. We were all naked, covered only by small towels that had long since ceased to conceal anything. The idea of coming here, to this male citadel, had seemed daring and piquant at first. Now I realized it was a trap I'd fallen into. My friends' gazes, heavy and gliding like oil, lingered on my hips, my breasts, and between my legs. I tried to cover myself, but it was useless, and it seemed to only inflame them—and me—even more. "So, Lerka, isn't it too hot?" Sergei, the most brazen of them, asked hoarsely, his eyes fixed on my chest. I felt my nipples swell under his gaze, hardening treacherously. "It's okay, bearable," I managed to say, taking a sip of beer. T... continue reading

Oh man, where do I even start with this? It was like last summer, right after I moved into this sketchy apartment complex cuz rent was cheap and close to my community college classes. Im 19, still figuring shit out, working part time at a coffee shop, and just trying not to get murdered in the big city lol. The neighbor next door was this guy, probably 28 or so, always kinda lurking around the hallway. Hed say hi in that awkward way, like staring too long at my ass when I wore yoga pants to the laundry room. I thought he was a total creep at first, avoided eye contact and all that.

But then one night, its like 2am and Im home alone binge watching netflix in my tiny living room. Theres a knock at the door, super soft, and Im freaking out cuz who knocks that late? I peek through the peephole and its him, looking all sweaty and nervous. I open it a crack, chain on, and hes like "Sorry, my ac broke and its a million degrees, can I borrow a fan or something?" I didnt have a fan, but I felt... continue reading

This is kind of an old story but I was thinking about it the other night. I was young and I was working one of my first jobs right out of high school. It was retail and it fucking sucked. I remember despising every second of it. The worst part was my coworker that I was always scheduled with. His name was Shane, he was a year or two older than me and he was my sworn enemy.

He’d do anything to get a rise out of me. He was constantly turning off lights on me and sneaking around doing stupid pranks. He had such a mouth on him I thought about slapping it off most of the time.

What’s worse is that he was handsome, devilishly so. He had a girl that would come in sometimes to talk to him and I understood why. He was tall and his smile was charming even if it was infuriating.

I was cold to him, as you can imagine, and then one day we were scheduled to close together just the two of us. I had worked with Shane alone a lot but that night was different. He was quiet and wasn’t as playful as he... continue reading

Get-togethers with friends rarely end well. Especially when there are several empty bottles of whiskey on the table and your best friend has just left for the graveyard shift, leaving you alone with his exhausted wife. I stayed overnight on their stretched-out couch because I couldn't drive in my current state. My head was buzzing, my groin felt pleasantly tingly from the alcohol, and the whole world seemed a little blurry and malleable. Lisa fell asleep almost immediately, right there in the chair. I'd been watching her for the last half hour. The way her head slowly slumped onto her chest, the way her heavy eyelashes fell onto her cheeks. She was damn beautiful. Redhead, sprinkled with freckles, with a curve that made your mouth water. And her smile when she laughed... I'd caught myself staring at her many times. At my friend's wife, for fuck's sake. I got up from the couch and walked closer. She was fast asleep, breathing evenly. She smelled of whiskey and her... continue reading

Indeed, her joyous, happy, bubbly self has returned with a vengeance, and both me and Erica couldn't be any happier for her. Seeing her beaming smile and colorful personality come back in full has made our hookups incredibly rewarding.

However, after a couple failed dates, Isabelle has confessed to Erica that she now doesn't want to have sex with anyone other than me. About a week ago, after another one of our hookups, she spoke with my fiancé and asked if she could continue having sex with me.

And Erica, to my surprise, actually approved.

So now, me and Isabelle have continued hooking up with each other nonstop since then, and Erica has even been watching us fuck. I've spoken to her about this, as the last thing I want to do is have this cause a rift between us, but she has assured me multiple times over that she's not only ok with it, but she wants this for the both of us just as much as both me and Isabelle do.

Just last night, I once again slept with Isabelle while Erica watch... continue reading

I stood in the middle of the room, feeling completely naked, even though I was wearing simple black shorts and a T-shirt. My stepmother's command rang in my ears: "Wait. And behave yourself." Svetlana, my stepmother, sat on the sofa like a queen on a throne. Her legs, tanned and well-groomed, were gracefully crossed. On her feet were open-toed sandals with sky-high heels, accentuating every curve. Her pedicure was perfect, a blood-red polish, like drops of fresh blood on marble. She sipped her martini, her eyes sliding over me coldly and appraisingly. The door opened, and she walked in. Svetlana's friend, Veronica. I'd seen her a couple of times—tall, with shoulder-length dark hair and a piercing, predatory gaze. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress, and on her feet were the same sky-high stilettos, black, with pointed toes. “Veronica, my dear, come in,” Svetlana said languidly, without moving from her place. Veronica looked me up and down, a slight, mockin... continue reading

A few weeks ago my wife mentioned to me that she had watched tentacle porn a long time ago, and it was a fun, sexy and weird genre.

I had never really thought about this before, but as everyone knows you can find anything on Reddit and sure enough I found a few subs.

They had some interesting videos and while on their own they did not do anything for me I proposed to my wife that we watch one together.

We saw the first one, and it was pretty hot to see her getting turned on by it. When it got over she immediately started the next one that was suggested by the algo and it really turned me on to see how much she was into it.

By the end of the second one I was sucking on her tits while she was playing with her toy, and she started a third one immediately after that which she watched while I fucked her from behind and came inside her.

That night unlocked a new kink for me and I watched a few of these videos on my own and started getting turned on by them. The next time we watched o... continue reading

I’d been posting confessions here for a while. Most replies were either bots or trolls, but every so often, someone genuine slipped through. Someone who actually felt the messy, horny truth in what I wrote.

That is how I met Kate. Her first message was simple:

“Your stories are sooo hot.”

I almost ignored it, convinced it was fake. But she was real. Very real. A petite British woman with a wicked sense of humor and a filthy imagination. Soon we were trading fantasies that made my pulse race. She told me her biggest dream was a threesome with another couple.

It felt impossible. We lived in different countries. But the distance only made things hotter. Messages turned into photos, then into late-night confessions. My wife was in on it from the start. She teased me constantly, adding her own ideas to our chats, and enjoying Kate’s eagerness just as much as I did.

Then luck stepped in. I won a work reward trip, three nights in Europe, and my wife was coming with me. I texted Kate imm... continue reading

Grandfather Ivan sat in his chair, staring at the television, where the news blared endlessly. His head was racing, his thoughts lazy and fragmented. Life after seventy seemed like a drawn-out, slightly faded film. His body ached, his bones creaked, and the only thing that remained to remind him of his former strength and passion was the occasional morning when he rose, a stubborn and mute witness to the past. There was a knock on the door. First timidly, then more insistently. Ivan sighed, rose with a creak, and trudged to open it. Katya, the neighbor upstairs, stood behind the door. A young, devilish woman, about twenty-five. She wore a simple housecoat that had fallen open, revealing a deep neckline. Ivan couldn't help but glance down at the firm curves protruding from beneath the thin fabric and felt a familiar throb in his groin. "Uncle Vanya, I'm sorry to bother you," her voice was clear, a little guilty. "The faucet in my bathroom is leaking again, it'... continue reading