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Okay, so I’m 19, second year at this big state college, and I *swear* this happened last week. I’m still kinda reeling, typing this on my laptop in the library bathroom cuz I can’t face my dorm yet. Sorry for typos, my hands are shaky and autocorrect’s a jerk. This is raw, real, and yeah, it’s dirty as fuck cuz that’s how it went down. Everyone involved is over 19: me (19F), two guys from my econ class (both 20M), and a girl from bio (21F). No names, no bullshit, just the truth.

So, I’m not a straight-A student, but I’m decent at econ, mostly cuz I grind through group study sessions. Last week, we’re cramming for midterms in this quiet corner of the library me, two dudes (let’s call ‘em J and K, both 20, total bros but hot in that fratty way), and this chick from my bio lab (S, 21, nerdy hot with glasses and a killer ass). We’re huddled around a table, books open, but the vibe’s off. J keeps brushing my thigh “accidentally” under the table, K’s smirking like he knows something, and S... continue reading

The forest air was already cooling, smelling of pine needles, damp earth, and the smoke from the fire I'd long ago extinguished. I crawled into my sleeping bag, buried my nose in the cool nylon of the tent, and tried to read on my phone. Silence. Only the wind in the pine treetops and some distant, unfamiliar sounds. I felt like such a brave traveler, so independent. Alone in the forest. Independent, no fucking way. The first thing that alerted me was the creak of a branch. Not a natural sound, but a loud, cracking one. I froze and listened. My heart suddenly responded with a dull thump in my temples. "An elk," I immediately reassured myself, "or a boar. They don't attack first." Then I heard voices. Men's. Rough, slightly hoarse, interrupting each other. They were getting closer. And through the thin tent awning, I saw three dark figures, illuminated by the moon. They were walking straight toward me. "Oh God, no. No-no-no..." I pressed myself aga... continue reading

This story builds off my last story. My wife, Tori, talks to her best friend Diana talk about everything including the persistent troubles she is having with her husband in the bedroom. Unfortunately, since conceiving their child their sex life has become stagnant. It has been over a year since the wedding in Mexico where my wife, Tori, and I shared a sexy experience in a hot tub with Diana and her husband. A little back story to provide context. Diana and her husband welcomed their first child, but since then their sex life has been non-existent. From what Diana tells Tori, it's Diana’s husband that has been having issues. Low libido and when they do try to have sex, he is not able to maintain an erection.

Tori informed me that Diana and her kid were flying into her home city, a 2-hour drive from where we live to visit her parents while her husband is traveling for work. The girls discuss and come up with a plan for Diana to leave her kid with the grandparents and come have an adult... continue reading

Do you remember that corporate party I was planning for so long? The black dress, those heels I could barely walk in? You know, the one you couldn't go to because you had the flu. So... Sit down. I need to tell you something. It all started with wine. Lots of wine. That idiotic chanting contest, Sergei Mikhailovich, my boss, that mustachioed goat that everyone complains about, he was sitting next to me. He kept pouring me more. He said that I was the most beautiful today, that he hadn't even noticed such an assistant in his office. And he kept staring at my cleavage. I saw where he was looking, damn it. Then the music started loud, dancing. He pressed himself against me in the crowd, I felt his palm on my lower back. So hot, so heavy. I tried to move away, but he didn’t take his hand away. He whispered: “Let’s get out of here, it’s too noisy here. Let’s go to my office, I have some good cognac there.” And I... I knew that I shouldn’t. But the wine in my head was like a fog,... continue reading

My girlfriend has always been the modestly dressed, innocent type. Yet she's incredibly cute and has an amazing body underneath her clothes. She's petite and slim but with a considerable rack for her size and a perfect ass. She tends to turn heads while being oblivious to that fact. However I am very aware of it and can also tell that my friends have the hots for her. The combination of knowing that my friends are lusting for her and the fact that I'm the only guy that's seen her naked, have admittedly been stirring some taboo thoughts in my head. And despite my better judgement, the more taboo the thoughts are, the hornier they make me. There is more to this story; it took some time to open my girlfriend up to doing this. Maybe I could write about how this all started another time.

Lately, when my friends are over playing videogames at our place, I've been daring my girlfriend to wear slutty outfits and walk around behind their backs while they're distracted. The first time, I dared... continue reading

Omg i cant even believe im typing this out but last weekend was insane and i need to get it off my chest lol. Im 19, just chilling through college, and me and my crew decided to rent this crappy little cabin in the woods for a getaway. No parents, no rules, just us six: me, two other girls who are both 20 and super fun, like one whos all athletic with a killer ass and the others more shy but cute with big tits. Then the three guys, all 20 or 21, friends from high school whove gotten hotter with age—ones tall and ripped, ones got that bad boy vibe with tattoos, and the last is kinda nerdy but hung i found out.

We get there friday night, unpack, start drinking around the fire pit. Beers flowing, smores burning, everyones laughing about old times. But then the convo turns dirty cause alcohol, right? The athletic girl starts talking about her ex who was into anal, and everyones like whoa. The tattooed 20yo guy admits hes never tried it, and the shy girl blushes but says she has and it fee... continue reading

And again a night on the train. I can't stand it. It's stuffy, the wheels are rattling, the guy behind the wall is snoring like a tractor. I'm alone in my compartment, at least that's a plus. I'm sitting there, staring at my phone, I've already read all the news a hundred times. It's deadly boring. The compartment door opens. It's the conductor, Irina, by name, you can see it on the sign. She was checking my tickets when I was getting on, I liked her. Well, such a... mature woman. About forty, probably. But her figure is just the bomb, honestly. Such boobs that they just burst in her uniform, and the skirt fits tightly in all the right places. And a beautiful face, a little tired, but with some charm. “Would you like some tea?” he asks. Her voice is low, husky, very sexy. And I've already given up on the third can of energy drink so as not to fall asleep. “Come on,” I say. “Just make it stronger.” She pours from her thermos. She bends over, and I... continue reading

Aunt Olya is my mom's friend. A cool chick, about forty, but beautiful and well-groomed. Divorced a long time ago. A MILF, in a word. Mom always said: "Olya is so independent, a businesswoman." And I just saw a cool figure, big breasts and a smile that gave me an involuntary erection. It was just that my mom went to grandma's for the weekend, and Aunt Olya's home internet wasn't working. I'm still a student myself, studying to be a programmer, and I can 100% fix a router. She called my mom, who hired me: "Go to Olya's, help her, she's going crazy without internet." I came to her. She opened the door in her housecoat. Not exactly transparent, but worn on her naked body, I realized that right away. The tie was barely holding, and when she turned to adjust the slipper, I saw her entire back and the outline of her ass. So hard, so round. The blood rushed to my head. - Oh, Sasha, thank you for coming! - she says, smiling as if we weren't go... continue reading

I decided to leave work early. My boss, of course, grumbled, but I told him that my pipe had burst and I needed to go urgently. But in reality, I just wanted to go to the dacha. Marina left last week, saying that I needed to pick raspberries and currants. Well, I was glad to have a little rest alone. I bought some cold beer and shashlik on the way. I drive up to my plot, and at the gate is Lyokha's car, my neighbor. Well, I think, cool, I'll pop in to see him, maybe we'll have a beer. Our gate doesn't creak, I treated it with oil a week ago. I enter quietly, and from the open window of our house there are strange sounds. Not exactly screams, more like groans. Marina's voice was always quiet, but here... somehow loud. And Lyokhin's laughter. So rude, so smug. I froze. My heart immediately sank into my heels, and then hit my head. I sneak up to the window, through a crack between the curtains. And... I was stunned. They're right on our couch, the one I drag... continue reading

The rain pounded the tin roof of the bathhouse, creating a cozy, detached noise. I sat on the oak shelf, all steamed up, listening to the coals crackling in the stove, and enjoying the peace. My father had gone to town on some urgent business, promising to return only tomorrow evening. We were left at the dacha alone with Irina. My stepmother. She was young. Too young to be a father. She was barely forty, and looked thirty. Slender, fit, with a look that made my twenty-year-old self get a hard-on. I always tried not to show it, looked away when she walked past in her tight shorts or bathing suit. It was torture. The door to the steam room creaked. I turned around and was stunned. Irina was standing on the threshold. Wrapped in a small white towel that covered the most important things, but hugged her curves so tightly that it took my breath away. Her damp chestnut hair was gathered into a messy bun, her cheeks were flushed, and drops of water were running down her collarbones. “Is t... continue reading

This is a story that I posted a few years ago but deleted after my split with my wife.

My (then) wife, Tori, and I attended a friend's wedding in Mexico at an all inclusive resort. My wife’s best friend, Diana, and her husband were attending as well. This would be the first time that the four of us have hung out together since Diana lives on the other side of the country.

At the time that this happened we were all 28-30 years old. I am just under 6’ tall, athletic build and tan (middle eastern heritage). My wife, Tori, is 5’7”, latina with an hourglass figure with DD boobs and incredible hips and ass. Diana is slightly shorter than Tori with C breast and a juicy little ass. Kevin (Diana’s Husband), 5’10”, dad bod bordering on overweight.

The weekend starts off like most destination weddings, drinks and socializing with people you haven't seen in a while. Me and Kevin hit it off right away and the four of us spend the majority of our time together as the wedding festivities kick off.... continue reading

In college, I'd been meeting up with a lovely young lady that I met on tinder.

One.. exciting.. date had spawned more meet ups and we were at a point of hanging out with each others friends on occasion.

This day, we had plans to watch a movie at hers with her roommate but we met at the rec center to play ping pong with the winner getting to decide whatever the loser had to do. She was cute, as always, slender.. in yoga pants that were doing her ass justice. It wasnt big by any means but it tight and plush.

I let her win and I will stand by that. I asked what she'd like but she told me that she'd let me know later.

Later comes and we're all in her dorm living area. Her friend had invited a bunch of people of because that was just the energy back then.

She's wearing a tank top which makes me realize how plump her tits are and shorts that look a size too short. She cuts a line over to me..we hug and chat for bit.

Her friend puts the movie on.. we've got a bunch of people sitting... continue reading

I had been waiting for this, probably, all our family life. Six years of marriage, and Olya never agreed to take me in her mouth all the way. She always stopped at the very last moment, and I came on her chest or stomach. But that evening everything was different. We had just come from her friend's birthday party, we had had a few drinks, but not much, just a relaxed, warm mood. We made love slowly, almost lazily, and I already thought that everything was as usual. But when I turned her over on her back and knelt over her, guiding my penis to her vagina, she suddenly stopped my hand. “Wait,” she said quietly and looked at me with her big eyes, in which I could read some kind of determination mixed with embarrassment. Without saying a word, she moved over, laid me on my back, and positioned herself between my legs. My heart began to pound like a kid's. I just looked at her, at her lips, which she licked before hesitantly taking my cock in her hand. She started as usual - gent... continue reading

It's surprising how easily names and faces can come back to you after years of not seeing or even thinking about the person. I happened to be in my hometown for a wedding and decided to go out to a bar with some old buddies. I went up to grab a drink when I heard an oddly familiar voice behind me.

"Oh my God, Cole, is that you?"

The moment I turned around and saw her face, a wave of memories came flooding back. Miranda, my first "real" girlfriend. Look, we were young. "Boyfriend and girlfriend" meant we ate lunch together and sometimes kissed after school. It also meant we were each other's firsts.

"Holy shit, Miranda, I haven't seen you in years," I said. "You look great."

She really did. She was a lightly tanned Latina with natural brown hair with bright golden highlights. Her face and smile was still youthful but her body had grown. She had big natural tits, a round ass, and a flat stomach.

"You look good, too," she said. "Did you start working out somewhere along the line?"

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I got a relatively exotic name Elina. A seemingly respectable wife, 35 years old. A couple of years ago, I got tired of the measured life of my loving husband Vitya and took my appearance seriously. Diligent training, jogging for tens of kilometers did their job. Now I am a real milf. A nice slim figure, big breasts and a lush ass. Basically, there is everything to please the eye of the spouse and have sex regularly. But no matter how hard I tried, no makeup, no sexy lingerie - my intimate life did not return to its previous course. About 7 years ago, we fucked like rabbits, and now once a month, this is already happiness. At this time, I realized that monogamy is a primeval evil! In my opinion, it is she who killed all the pleasure that can only be obtained from sex. It didn't take long before I turned into a real bitch. The office staff hated me, my husband was constantly offended and didn't talk. People call it "undersexing." And everything would have continued li... continue reading

I’m a 35 year old commercial pilot. Brown hair. 6’ft. In pretty good shape. I do ok with women but travel a shitload and when I’m at home I don’t feel like going out to score a lot.

Last week, there was a lady on my plane to Texas. I spotted her pre-boarding and right away I thought “oof. Wow.” I was thrilled to see she was in first class, and I decided to be a little bold: I came out to “check on the passengers up front” before we even took off. Late 30s. Mom vibes. Glasses. Hair pulled up - but tattoos peeking out from under a nice sweatshirt. She mentioned she was traveling for business and I told her “well, I’ll try to get you there quickly and safely.”

When I came out halfway through the flight to have a chat, she was all smiles. What was I going to do, she asked, when we got where we were going? I mentioned a thing we sometimes tend to do called “slam-click” - where aviation folks kind of chill in your room from the time you get to the hotel until you have to head back to the... continue reading

Well, I'll tell you how I fucked my mother-in-law in the bathhouse. Yes, you heard right. The same one, Natalya Petrovna, who usually looked at me like I was shit on a shoe. And this is how it happened. My wife and I went to her dacha in the village, she had just left on an urgent business trip, and I had a lot of work to do on the property. My mother-in-law, of course, lived there all summer. In the evening after work we were sitting, finishing up the shashlik. And of course we drank. Not to the point of being completely drunk, but good enough, relaxed. My mother-in-law poured me some drinks, and she looked at me in such a way... Not in a motherly way. And she was a woman, mature, of course, over fifty, but her figure... Such wide hips, a butt the size of half a trough, boobs - you could carry her in your arms. That day she was wearing a tight T-shirt, so I kept glancing at those curves out of the corner of my eye. And then she says: “Oh, the bathhouse is all heated up. Is it f... continue reading

The door to Maria Ivanovna's office slammed shut with a sound as if it were not a massive oak door, but the lid of a coffin. My coffin. The air in the room was cool, smelling of expensive perfume and power. Her power. I stood there, looking down at the plush carpet, feeling like a complete idiot. The report had been so blatantly flawed, and now I had to listen to what my boss thought about it. And she thought, as usual, without embellishment. Maria Ivanovna walked silently around her desk. Her sky-high Christian Louboutin heels clicked out a slow, commanding beat. Each click sent a volley of alarm through my body. She stopped right in front of me, and I smelled a wave of her aroma – bitter chocolate, black pepper, and something elusive and dangerous. "Explain this hack job to me," her voice was low, calm, and therefore even more chilling. "I spend my time, my nerves, on you. And what do I get in return?" She took another step. The tip of her shoe almost touched m... continue reading

Like all anonymous storytellers, I will introduce myself to you by a false name, because my safety depends on it, which you will understand after reading my own story of sex-cheating with a loving but very jealous husband. My name is Svetlana, I am 32 years old and for this age I have a simply magnificent body, especially my butt and firm second-size breasts, which have been crazy about since university. To be honest, I married Sergey (my husband) for convenience, because before I got a high-paying job in the HR company, I really needed money and a loved one. We never had anything special with Sergey, and even our sex was quite banal due to his widespread religiosity - he did not want me in the ass, and I just pine for the anus. Because in addition to sexual hypocrisy, my husband is also not averse to getting physical in a fit of jealous anger, because in his understanding I flirt with each of his friends and the last time I kicked him out of the house, for a while. Of course, we co... continue reading

You know, there are all sorts of confessions about sex, but sometimes it seems that everyone draws their inspiration from already filmed stories, famous studios. I myself thought so for a long time. But as it turned out one fine day, everything is much simpler. It is directors and cameramen who take situations that have already happened and try to adapt them for the viewer. My name is Lena, and this story happened to me quite a long time ago, or more precisely in the mid-00s. At that time, I was about 24 years old. Let's not dwell on the numbers, because this is a secondary matter. But perhaps it would be logical to describe my appearance a little. A tall girl with light-brown hair, but not a very outstanding figure. My chest barely reaches the 2nd size and my hips are far from wide. In one word, I can be described as "skinny". At that time I was living with a guy and we had problems with work. Constant delays in salary along with its reduction. No matter how hard my roo... continue reading