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**TRUE STORY**

sooo this is from a couple months 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 cme 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. 😈**

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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... continue reading

The next morning things were actually very normal at breakfast, not sure he noticed what I did in the bathroom and he didn’t bring up getting himself off. That honestly kind of annoyed me so I asked straight up, in a jokey way, something like “pipes clean now?” He didn’t even stop chewing, just let out this half-grinned laugh and nodded his head proudly. His face did get red though which was kind of cute. I didn’t want to put him on the spot so I just said “proud of you” and we carried on

BUT

The next day we were googling for spots to eat dinner when I saw a “hey sexy” message from some pop up on his phone from a girl I hadn’t heard about. I teased him about it and pestered until he told me about her. (Best of my knowledge verbatim from here on out):

“Ooooh \[name\]??”

“Haha, yeah shes cool”

“Well who is she??” (I can be kind of annoying lol)

“We met on hinge, we got drinks a couple time before I left and it went well but I think she just wants to smash” he told me, sort of laug... continue reading

Her confident gait, long, slender legs in black stilettos, and stunning C-cup breasts, swaying beneath her thin white blouse, instantly captured the attention of every man in the Domodedovo Airport waiting room. And most importantly, this goddess was walking straight toward me. I felt envious glances piercing my back: Nikolai, the project's chief engineer, and suddenly such a beauty was flying with him on a business trip to Kaliningrad. When I was told I was flying to Kaliningrad to secure approvals for a new residential complex with Anastasia, our company's marketing director, I nearly jumped. She was 29 years old, unmarried, but every guy in the office had been drooling over her for a year, dreaming of seeing her naked just once. They said she was a former model, but she was a brainwasher better than any analyst. For me, it was like winning the lottery: two weeks in Kaliningrad with her alone. Anastasia came up, smiled dazzlingly and extended her hand: — Hi, Kolya. Ready f... continue reading

Anna entered the gynecologist's office and sat nervously on the edge of the examination table. She was twenty-eight, but she always felt awkward at such appointments. Dr. Sergei, a tall, broad-shouldered man of about forty, locked the door and smiled calmly. "Undress completely, Anna, and lie down. Put your feet in the stirrups. Today is a full examination." She obediently removed her dress and panties and lay down, spreading her legs. The cold metal of the stirrups bit into her skin. Sergey put on gloves, but within a minute she felt his fingers not just examining, but roughly spreading her labia. "Mmm... clean pussy," he muttered under his breath. "And the cervix... go deeper." Anna flinched when, without warning, he inserted two fingers up to her knuckles and began to move them sharply inside. "Doctor... this is too much!" she squeaked. Sergei grinned, taking off his gloves. — Too much? For you, bitch, nothing has begun yet. He unbuttoned his r... continue reading

My first girlfriend was Sveta, a 23-year-old girl from Krasnodar who came to Gelendzhik for the summer to visit a friend. I was nineteen, working as a lifeguard on one of the beaches between Kabardinka and Gelendzhik. I'd spend all day hanging out on the tower in just shorts, looking at the sea and the girls in bathing suits. Sveta showed up almost every evening after six, when the sun was less scorching. She rented a room in a private house nearby and came alone, always wearing the same red bikini that barely held up her breasts. She wasn't a model, but she had the kind of body that immediately got me hard. She was about 5'6", with heavy D-cup breasts, with noticeable nipples that always poked through the thin fabric. Her waist was narrow, but her hips and ass were wide and luscious, so wide that when she walked along the pebbles, everything shook and swayed. I silently gave her 95-68-105, and every time she passed my tower, I pretended to stare at the sea, but out... continue reading

It was already dark outside, and the Moscow-Vladivostok train had just gotten underway. I was going on a two-week business trip and had booked the bottom berth in a four-berth compartment. When I got on, two female students were already there—clearly heading home. One was a brunette, about 20 or 21 years old, with luscious D-cup breasts that were so prominent even under her loose T-shirt that it was impossible to take your eyes off her. The other was a brunette with a slim waist, long, slender legs in short shorts, and a trim, model-like bottom. Both were incredibly cute and laughing at something on their phones. I introduced myself, and they smiled. "Katya," said the big-breasted woman, "Masha," the brunette. They immediately realized the ride was long, so they pulled a bottle of vodka, Coke, and chips from their bags. "Want some?" Katya asked with a wink. Of course I will. An hour later, we were on familiar terms. The train rocked, the night was flying past... continue reading

petite asian girl here... (5'2", super small frame), and up until last weekend i'd never really dealt with a "too big" situation. i've hooked up with a number of guys my age, but nothing prepared me for this.

matched with a super cute guy on tinder a couple weeks ago. he's 29, white, 6'4", gym guy, super chill in messages. we talked for a bit, swapped some pics , and he was upfront that he's on the bigger side but didn't brag about it. i thought **"okay cool, i've taken 7 inches before, should be fine." HINT: IT WASNT FINE LOOOL**

we set up a date for saturday night at his place after drinks.

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i show up in leggings and a cute top, feeling good. he's even taller in person, built, smells amazing. we have a couple drinks, make out on the couch, things heat up fast. clothes come off and when he drops his boxers... jesus christ. it WAS WAY THICKER THAN ANYTHING IVE EVER TAKEN.. plus it was super long (i later measured with my hand, easily 8 inches+), veiny, the whole intimidati... continue reading

The phone rang at half past ten in the evening. Marina was already lathering up in the shower when the phone vibrated on the shelf. The screen read, "Viktor Petrovich – Dima's boss." - Hello? - Marinochka, hi. Are you still awake? - No... what happened? Is Dima okay? "Everything's fine with Dima. Almost. It's just that there's something we need to talk about, and it's better not over the phone. Could you come to my office now? It concerns his promotion. And your future, too, by the way." Marina froze. Her husband had been waiting for this position for three months already, and Viktor Petrovich was a real dog, everyone in the department knew. But she couldn't refuse. - Okay... I'll be there in forty minutes. She quickly pulled on black lace stockings with a wide cuff, a red thong, a short dress, and heels. "Just in case," she thought, though her insides were already clenching with anticipation. The office was almost empty. Only the... continue reading

This one goes back a few years, to the Spring post first lockdown, when we all emerged from our apartments with newfound lust for life and a mild drinking problem. It was Warsaw, 2020, the pink blossoms and green shoots on the trees were bringing life to a brutalist concrete city emerging from the long Winter. I was dating Zofia, a local in a similar stage of life to me, both battling through a masters degree at the university, both looking for something a little more serious than casual but not ready to settle down and most importantly both looking for someone that matched our particular freak.

We’d met on Tinder, back when that was still slightly usable and had been been dating (with a minor pandemic interruption) for approximately 3 months when she told me that her best friend was getting married and her planned plus one, a cousin or somesuch had pulled out and she needed an emergency date. Ever the gentleman, and genuinely interested in seeing the madness of a Polish wedding, I a... continue reading

You know when it’s taking you a little too long to cum so you go to ‘that memory’ to try to get yourself across the line? This is mine, lol.

Two years ago I \[then F23\] was traveling in Peru for 10 days (I think) with a close friend of mine \[M24\]. We’d known each other since college, but had always been platonic. We were both in relationships through most of college, but also I just didn’t really see him like that.

Anyway a year or so after graduating we both wanted to go to Peru for the mountains, food, and to practice our Spanish. I was dating my ex at the time we booked but he didn’t want to come (think chicken nugget and pizza-only kind of person, lol), but we broke up about a month before the trip. Originally two of my friends were supposed to join but they had to back out at the last minute due to a family emergency with one of the pair. So it was going to be just me and my friend, who was about 8 months single. Truly did not think anything was going to happen, even though... continue reading

My name is Alexey, I'm thirty-two, and I'm a regular office guy—not a muscle man, not an alpha male, just a husband who loves his wife Olga more than anything in the world. We've been together for six years, and our sex has always been normal: gentle, predictable, a couple of times a week. But Olga... she changed after we started going to this new fitness center on the outskirts. She's twenty-eight, and her body is on fire: firm C-cup breasts, a flat stomach, a round ass that I loved to squeeze at night. She's always been active, but when that black trainer Darius showed up, everything went to hell. Darius was a monster. Two meters tall, shoulders wider than a doorway, skin the color of dark chocolate, muscles rolling beneath him like steel cables. All the women in the gym were staring at him, and he'd smile that toothy grin and say in a deep bass voice, "Lady, let's do another set." Olga signed up for his personal training a month ago. At first,... continue reading

In true Fuck Around and Find Out fashion, my roommate Vincent thought he was going to satisfy his fantasy of being in an open relationship and reaping all the rewards. His girlfriend Lisa wasn't into the idea of him sleeping with other women for a long time, but when Vinny decided to give her an ultimatum she felt pressured and eventually agreed.

At first I thought it was going to be a nightmare for them because Vinny was meeting up with a couple friends he knew online, he's a huge gamer and big anime nerd with a big group of friends he hangs out with on his computer. Lisa's friends tried for more than 6 months to get her to date or go out to the club with them. I learned as she spent more time at our house that she was a homebody, Vinny has lived in my house for almost a year and they've been dating for 6 years. He's also the younger brother of one of my old teammates so he's been a little bro to me for a long time.

When Vinny would spend all day on his computer in the basement, han... continue reading

I hate reserved seats. That smell of boiled chicken and other people's socks, mixed with the vibration of the wheels. But cheap tickets to Adler left me no choice, and my husband, Seryozha, as always, insisted: "Why are you acting like you're not my family? Let's sit here, have some vodka, it's romantic." Fucking romantic. Seryozha was already drunk by the third stop. He'd grabbed a bottle of Belenkaya at the station and sipped it while eating dried vobla until his eyes went wide. Now he was snoring on the top bunk, his arm dangling, and I was simply embarrassed. Embarrassed in front of my fellow passengers. And my fellow travelers were distinguished. Down below, across from me, sat two guys. They were about twenty-five to twenty-seven years old. Muscular, clean-shaven, wearing tracksuits. Judging by their conversation, they were heading to Krasnaya Polyana, either to grill shashlik or for some shady business of their own. The big guy with the "Wind R... continue reading

I'd only been working at the hospital for three months. I was twenty-two years old, a fresh-faced nurse in a white coat that barely covered my bottom when I bent over. Everyone said, "The head doctor is strict, but fair." He was a mature man, about forty-eight, tall, with gray hair at his temples, always wearing a perfectly ironed coat and with such a penetrating gaze that it sent shivers down my spine. I thought he was just a serious boss. Until I saw the way he looked at me when no one else was looking. That evening, the shift dragged on. Everyone had already left, only the light in his office was on. He called me briefly on the intercom: "Kovalyova, come in." His voice was like an order. I adjusted my stockings, straightened my robe, and went. My heart was pounding. The office smelled of coffee and his cologne. He sat at his massive desk, folders spread out, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. “Lock the door,” he said without even looking up. I obeyed.... continue reading

I was out at a bar with some friends. We had originally gone to a piano bar, which I highly recommend if you've never been to one. We were drinking, singing, having a fucking great time. Eventually we all got a bit tired and decided to go back to a friend's house who lived close by to relax and talk.

Now, the whole night there was this girl who was with us. Let's call her Anna. Anna was a friend of a friend, so I didn't know much about her. All I knew was what I could observe from her that night. She seemed distant and constantly in her phone the whole night. As we sat at my friend's house and talked, I came to find out why.

After some time talking, we got on the topic of relationships. To try to make a long story a bit shorter, Anna eventually opened up that she and her ex had recently broken up and she was a mess because of it. She admitted that she was convinced to come out with us tonight by one of my friends to try to get her mind off this ex (let's call him Jake).

As Anna was... continue reading

There are fantasies that live in your head for years. You replay them before bed, adding details, removing unnecessary parts, but you never think they'll actually happen. And then Friday happens, a bottle of red wine, and my husband, looking me straight in the eye, says, "Let's do it. Right now." It was his idea. Or rather, it was my secret, which he dragged out of me six months ago when we'd had too much to drink and gotten too personal. I blurted out, blushing like a freshman, that I was turned on by contrast. That I, a blonde with pale skin, had always been turned on by the thought of what it was like to be the center of such attention... from black guys. My husband chuckled strangely, but dropped the subject. And then yesterday I brought it up again. "Just make sure I don't take pictures," he said, adjusting the camera on his phone. "And I'm in charge of the parade." I thought he was joking. Until the doorbell rang. There were three of... continue reading

Lyokha and I have been friends our whole lives. We shared desks, girls, then the army, and then problems. He married Svetka before me. She's a real beauty. I even had a crush on her at one point, but Lyokha got his bearings quicker. I'm not offended; my life has worked out just fine: Lyokha, two kids close in age, a mortgage. Lyokha is a classic proprietor. While he himself occasionally had affairs, he kept a tight rein on Svetka. She works as a nurse at a clinic, with a schedule of 24 hours on and 34 hours off. Lyokha has been traveling frequently for work in the past year—he's been working on construction projects in the region. So we're sitting in his garage one day, drinking beer, ogling his new car. Lyokha hesitated, then blurted out: "Listen... You're on good terms with Svetka. You could stop by and help out with some small things. What I'm getting at is... I've got an idea. Check it out." I almost dropped the bottle. - What? "Well, try... continue reading

I'd like to share a story that happened to me six months ago. My wife, Katya, and I have been married for six years. She's a beauty: slender, with long blonde hair and a sweet smile that makes everyone melt. But her younger sister, Vika, is a whole other level. Vika is twenty-seven, three years younger than Katya, and looks like an Instagram model: long dark hair, big brown eyes, C-cup breasts that always seem to burst from their cleavage, and a firm butt. She and Katya have similar faces, but Vika is brighter and bolder. I always tried not to stare at her too long when she came to visit, but sometimes my fantasies would creep in—especially after a few drinks. Vika lived in another city and rarely visited, but this time she flew in for a whole week—she was on vacation, and Katya had just left for a five-day business trip on the other side of the country. My wife and I saw her off at the airport. Katya kissed me and jokingly said, "Keep an eye on your sister, just don&#39... continue reading

Broke as usual so I started babysitting a couple nights a week in my apt complex to make some extra cash. One of them is this single dad with his super cute 8 year old daughter. I always been drawn to older guys anyway, so I figured why not also offer the dad some extra "benefits" that a young single woman could offer. hehe. He deserves some action after dealing with his single dad life and raising such a sweet kiddo. lol. And I def wouldn't mind him fucking me. He's sooo hot with that salt and pepper look.

First time I babysat he came home late, I was on the couch, he sat right next to me instead of going straight to bed. We ended up kinda snuggling without really meaning to, my head on his shoulder, his arm around me casual like. I felt him get rock hard against my thigh. We talked a little, nothing crazy, but the tension was there.

Since then I've been going full slut. Showing up in the tiniest yoga shorts and crop top no bra, showering at his place and always hinting to him he's... continue reading

My wife has LL and mine is through the roof lately. Her initiation has essentially gone to zero, but we’re still having sex maybe 2-3 times per month and I can get a blowjob anytime I ask. I kinda hate to ask, it feels selfish, but she’s incredible at sucking dick so it does cross my mind regularly.

Anyway, we have this chair in the office that she’s given me a few blowjobs in the last 6 months. I’ll tell her in the morning that I’d love a blowjob during our lunch break and she’ll come into the office and fix me up. The chair is sorta Pavlov for us lately. We literally call it the Blowjob Chair.

Last weekend we were thrifting and saw a very similar chair. She joked walking through about giving me a blowjob in it.

So we bought it for our bedroom!

This morning before our shower, I tested the theory that if I was sitting in the chair she would get the hint without asking.

And that’s exactly what happened. She was on her knees with me in her throat within seconds. Came on her face... continue reading