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As the week went on, Kylie and I kept hanging out, but kept things pretty tame. Just making out and some tame groping. We heard there was a night coming up where everyone in the camp would be gathered in a place on the opposite side of the plaza from where we were staying. I shot Kylie a look and she returned it and I knew that we were going to fuck that night. We went about our duties with our assignments around the camp, I tried to volunteer extra when I could just to help out. One of my shifts was again supervising at the building where me and Kylie had our encounter. This time Lori was there. Lori was the other brunette I met the first day along with Kylie and the blonde girl, Sam. We’d been talking a bit, and we’d worked a couple shifts in the same places, but not necessarily together like we were that day. I was chatting with her, learning about her and her life. She was really interesting and cool. She liked to draw, paint, sew….anything creative. I like doing creative projects... continue reading

When \[m\]y wife Jane was pregnant with our second child we met a couple (Steve and Ann) at the antenatal classes and became good friends with them. They also had another child about the same age as our eldest, so we would go to each others houses a lot for them to play together.

As the women couldn't drink we got into the habit of playing board games of an evening. We would settle the kids in bed for a sleep over and mainly chat but play various games. This was before the game Cards Against Humanity was launched but we had a very similar type of card game that asked probing questions and revealed peoples secrets and desires. We quickly learnt that everyone around the table was both a bit kinky and open minded.

One question was if we had ever played Spin the Bottle. We all admitted we did and reminisced our past experiences. Steve suggested we should play it. We all politely declined in front of our partners but we were all secretly keen and didn't need much persuasion. My wife was c... continue reading

This vacation was supposed to be Roma and I's salvation. Or at least an attempt to mend what had been falling apart at the seams for the last six months. Constant arguments, misunderstandings, a cold bed—the standard fare of a five-year relationship crisis. The idea of a wild trek in the mountains was his. "Let's get a change of scenery, test our limits, no internet—just us and nature," he urged me, scrolling through a website offering extreme tours. Tired of the office and the drab city, I reluctantly agreed, not even suspecting how this decision would turn out. The organizer, a certain Viktor, met us in a battered but powerful SUV at the designated spot—a rickety sign marking the border of the national park. He was a man in his forties, lean, with sun-bleached blond hair and a penetrating gaze from his light-gray eyes that made me feel a little uneasy. His partner, introduced as Zakhar, sat silently behind the wheel and nodded briefly, a smoldering cigarette stil... continue reading

In college I volunteered at a Christian summer camp with a few other college-aged people. They called us sponsors like it was AA. A buddy of mine, Zack, was volunteering and said I should come along because the camp was in a cool place with spots to hike, swim and there was a plaza with a couple stores where a lot of girls our age hung out. We had an orientation meeting for all the sponsors at the camp that everyone had to attend. I found Zack when I got to the meeting place and he saw a few people he knew that were also volunteering and said we should go join them. We walked over and the group had two more guys I vaguely knew through Zack and three girls I never met. The first one I met was a blonde named Sam, then a brunette named Kylie and lastly another brunette named Lori.

I felt bad when I met Lori because Kylie had my full attention from the beginning and I don’t know if I even told Lori my name. Kylie had an emo type of vibe. Not like crazy, full on Hot Topic, but she wore a... continue reading

Ira fundamentally disliked visiting the Mukhins. More than that—every such trip evoked a dull, gnawing irritation in the pit of her stomach, which, as a well-bred woman, she had spent years learning to disguise behind a polite smile. The source of this irritation had a specific name: Vadim. Her husband's old college friend, and also the main witness at their wedding, was the man who had once committed an unforgivable act against Ira, which she preferred not to mention to anyone, not even Oleg. She simply shoved the incident into the back of her mind, sprinkled it with everyday life, and pretended it never happened. It worked poorly, however—whenever they were in the same company again, everything would come back to her in detail: the scent of his cologne, his sticky gaze, and her own humiliating numbness. But Oleg adored these forays of the "old guard"; for him, they were a breath of fresh air amidst his dreary accounting, and refusing him meant causing a scandal with un... continue reading

Back in college I was always meeting new people, whether it was in classes or hanging out on campus. I had a friend named Jenny I’d met playing volleyball by her dorm on campus. She had a break in classes the same time as me and we'd often hang out in the university center to get lunch or do homework until our next classes. Jenny was in a sorority and it was pretty common for us to see her sisters while we were hanging out and I’d met a few of them and they were always pretty nice. Vanessa was not. Vanessa was a brunette with dyed hair making it very dark red. She was about 5’5”, tan and buxom. We met and she was very curt when she spoke to me, but very open with Jenny. I chalked it up to her not knowing me very well yet.

After some time she’d still not really opened up around me much, though I tried to ask her questions and get to know her. She even outright ignored me at times. I always kept a friendly tone in contrast to her unwelcoming demeanor. I started to keep it more cordial... continue reading

"It's so stuffy," Zhanna kicked the box of shower stalls and reached for the collar of her uniform shirt. "Denis, are you serious? Working my ass off until the morning?" Denis, a young manager with a neat haircut, clinked the metal shutters on the front door, locking the Plumbing and Tile store from the inside. "An order from above. A re-stocking of the entire 'Bathroom Everything' department. And yes, Zhanna, don't slog, just work. The results will determine which of you will become the senior salesperson. I need someone responsible." Kira emerged from behind the faucet rack, wiping her hands with a rag. The curvy blonde, her vest strained against her ample bust, chuckled, crossing her arms under her chest. "Did you hear that, Zhannochka? A responsible person. Not someone who just blabbers." "I'm just talking about what's for sale," the skinny brunette snapped, adjusting her short haircut. "Buyers run away from you... continue reading

This story happened to me the summer of my fourth year at agricultural technical school. I had just turned nineteen. My major was agricultural mechanization, and I was sent for an internship at a large dairy complex near Poltava. For two months, I had to tinker with the machinery: milking machines, tractors, and feed dispensers. Every day after my shift, I was black from machine oil, dust, and straw. The workers' quarters had two showers—one for men and one for women. The men's shower was old, the pipes rusty, and the hot water only came on after the evening milking, when all the men had finished. The women's shower, however, was kept constantly heated because the milkmaids and the processing plant operators arrived at different times. I quickly realized it was easier to shower there alone before the shift ended. I always left an hour or an hour and a half before the other student interns, so no one would catch me. The shower was simple: a long room with six stalls, a co... continue reading

Disclaimer: names were changed for privacy. During the timeline of the story, I was 20.

My very first threesome occurred at the end of a house party very shortly after I moved to Australia.

Pat, my boyfriend at the time, thought that bringing me to his bestfriend's 21st birthday was the most efficient way to introduce me to his crew.

Honestly, it was quite daunting. Partying at that scale was so so new to me because I was, after all, raised into a very conservative community back in the Philippines. I wouldn't exactly say I was innocent because while Pat was my first boyfriend, he was a white Aussie with a massive cock who has been fucking me raw since we got together. Anything beyond that though, my moral upbringing always held me back.

But something snapped at this party. I guess it was me realising that I was thousands of kilometres away from home and that freedom needed to be used.

By the time everybody has either gone home or has passed out inside, I was left curled up on th... continue reading

Hello everyone! My name is Anna, and I finally decided to tell you a story that happened to me a couple of months ago. I'm 29 now, 5'6", with dark, shoulder-length hair and a C-cup bust. My husband had been working remotely for two weeks at the time, and I felt like I really needed to take a breather and be alone. We generally get along, but sometimes I just want that – to rent an apartment for a day in another neighborhood, where no one bothers me or asks when I'll be back. Just to disconnect from everything and from myself. I chose an option on Avito – a minimalist one-room apartment in a new building, with large windows and a view of the city at night. The owner wrote that it was quiet and peaceful. How wrong she was. I arrived in the evening, around nine. The apartment was exactly as pictured: white walls, minimal furniture—just a wide bed, a low sofa, a kitchen island, and huge, curtainless windows. Outside, the neon light from the sign of the neighboring bar fl... continue reading

It all started at a corporate party at this boarding house outside Moscow. The company had rented an entire building near the forest so the staff could relax completely after the quarter. I was an ordinary sales manager, sitting in the office with paperwork, and suddenly everyone was drunk by lunchtime. Our boss, Sergey, had brought his wife, Anna, along. She didn't often show up at such get-togethers, but this time she decided to join him. She looked so good that half the department immediately lost their minds: tall, with long legs in tight jeans, her blouse slightly unbuttoned, her hair loose. Sergey strutted around all evening, like he owned the place, and she smiled at everyone, but her eyes were bored. By evening, the boarding house bar was packed. Some were blaring karaoke, others were already lounging in the chairs. I was standing at the counter ordering another round when Anna came over and asked if I wanted to play pool. "Sergey always wins, and I get bored watchin... continue reading

A warm summer evening enveloped our apartment balcony in a soft, velvety air. The city below shimmered with lights, and the starry sky stretched overhead, with only a gentle breeze occasionally carrying distant voices from the neighboring floors. You settled into a wicker chair, relaxed after a sultry day, wearing a thin silk robe slightly open at the hips and cozy, soft-lined slippers. I quietly walked out to you, without turning on the light, and knelt down on the cool tiles of the balcony. Your slippered feet were so close, so inviting. I carefully removed one slipper, inhaled the warm, slightly salty scent of your skin after a long day, and pressed my lips to the instep. Slowly, reverently, I kissed every inch—from toes to heel, enveloping them with my lips, sucking lightly, running my tongue along the curves. You smiled slightly, watching me, and placed your other foot on my shoulder, allowing me to remove the other slipper as well. I buried my face in both feet at once, inhali... continue reading

Dima, a quiet IT specialist in the development department, usually spent office parties in a corner, sipping juice and checking code updates on his phone. That day, after three hours of frantic paintball at a nearby playground, the entire team returned to the office loft to celebrate the victory. The loft was enormous—an open space with brick walls, high ceilings, and neon signs that now shimmered softly in the dim light. The smell of fresh paintball paint mingled with sweat and adrenaline, and multicolored stains still glittered on the floor. Most of his colleagues had gone home by nine o'clock, leaving behind piles of disposable dishes, sweat-soaked T-shirts, and a pile of empty bottles. Dima, as always, couldn't refuse when Vika, the HR manager, asked him to help "clean up, otherwise the cleaning lady will come tomorrow morning and give her a hard time." Vika had been the epitome of propriety all day: a crisp white shirt, dark pants, hair pulled back into a ponyta... continue reading

Just after college, I moved to a new city. For the first few months I didn't know many people, but I was single, and so naturally I was on Tinder. It was as much to meet people and branch out socially as it was to find a real partner. This is a story of one of those girls I met through Tinder.

I remember Heather's profile mentioned she had also just graduated and moved to the city, so we had a back-and-forth about finding friends and cool things to do. It was summer, and the weather was gorgeous. We made plans to meet at a brewery/bar place with a big patio. As I write this I looked back on our texts -- she suggested meeting "on the early side, maybe 8:30". This is several years ago for me, so it's funny to remember that at that age, that really was an early time to go out, lol.

On a Friday after work, I get home, make a quick mac-and-cheese dinner, and get ready to go out. The place is about a mile walk away. I stroll down this lakefront path there, soaking up the late sun and feeli... continue reading

Lisa entered the small office at precisely eleven o'clock. The door clicked softly behind her, cutting off the noise of the night city. The air was thick with warm aromas—sandalwood, lavender, a hint of patchouli. Several aroma lamps flickered on shelves along the wall, casting soft orange reflections on the cream-colored walls. In the center stood a wide couch covered with a fresh white sheet, and next to it stood a small table with oils and towels. Quiet instrumental music flowed from hidden speakers, like the breath of the space itself. Olga Viktorovna greeted her with a slight smile. She was forty-one, her dark hair pulled back into a neat low bun, her eyes a warm green, and her voice smooth and confident, like someone who knows exactly where every touch leads. "Lisa, right? Come in, strip down to your underwear, and lie down on your stomach. Today we're having a deep relaxation session. No rush, just you and your body." Liza nodded, feeling the familiar knot of... continue reading

That evening, I sat in my apartment, sipping whiskey and replaying my latest recordings in my head. The erotic voice stories I'd posted had always been a magnet—women would write that they'd get wet just from my tone. But today, I wanted something real, something alive. Not just words in a chat, but complete control over a body that trembled from my voice in real time. And then a message came. A girl named Alina, 32, a manager at a large company. She had just finished listening to my latest audio story in a hotel room somewhere in St. Petersburg. A three-week business trip, she said. The room was on the 18th floor, with huge windows overlooking the Neva and the lights of the bridges. “I was listening to you and… I can’t cum. I’ve never been able to really. My body is burning, but I can’t release. Help?” I smiled at the screen. Her photo—a stern blonde in a white blouse, but her eyes were hungry. I knew right away: she was already mine. "Turn on voicemail," I wrote fi... continue reading

Mikhail quietly opened the door to his new apartment and paused on the threshold. The newly occupied building still smelled of fresh paint and cardboard from boxes. He'd returned from "work" two hours earlier than he'd promised—he wanted to surprise Marina. Six days without her, six days of business travel, and now he was practically burning with desire. He heard voices in the depths of the apartment and a heavy thud—apparently, the very same enormous bed they'd ordered the day before had finally arrived. Perfect. He crept down the hallway, quickly shed his suit in the entryway, threw on an old dressing gown hanging on a hook, and slipped silently into the next room—the one with the tall, half-assembled wardrobe. He climbed behind it, pressed himself against the wall, and held his breath. A crack between the panels offered a perfect view of the bedroom. Marina emerged from the bathroom wearing her short black silk robe—the very one he'd given her for their an... continue reading

I’m glad you guys liked my last story about my bestie. I got so many messages asking for more, so here I am. This one happened back in September. For a little backstory, I (19F) have a friend named James (19M) whom I met on campus a few months earlier. He is quite smart and we vibe, so he has been helping me me often with class work.

One afternoon, we were just hanging out at my place like usual. To paint a picture for you, James is 5'11 and maybe 170 pounds if I had to guess. He has that broad swimmer's back and a bit of muscle, but he also has scruffy hair and wears glasses like Harry Potter which makes him look a bit like that nerdy cute type. Over those few months me and James have got to know each other quite well.

We would hang at mine, study, play Mario Kart and smoke. This day was no different. After studying for a few hours we were quite tired so we decided to chill out, we rolled a blunt and went on the terrace to smoke it real quick, it was quite a chill day and something... continue reading

Mikhail quietly opened the door to his new apartment and paused on the threshold. The newly occupied building still smelled of fresh paint and cardboard from boxes. He'd returned from "work" two hours earlier than he'd promised—he wanted to surprise Marina. Six days without her, six days of business travel, and now he was practically burning with desire. He heard voices in the depths of the apartment and a heavy thud—apparently, the very same enormous bed they'd ordered the day before had finally arrived. Perfect. He crept down the hallway, quickly shed his suit in the entryway, threw on an old dressing gown hanging on a hook, and slipped silently into the next room—the one with the tall, half-assembled wardrobe. He climbed behind it, pressed himself against the wall, and held his breath. A crack between the panels offered a perfect view of the bedroom. Marina emerged from the bathroom wearing her short black silk robe—the very one he'd given her for their an... continue reading

It all started sophomore year when I was (19F), almost a decade ago. Like I mentioned in my last story, I had been a slut since high school so it's not like I was coming into college without any real experience. I was sending nudes to guys left and right, and had my share of hookups too. Looking back I had only been with like \~8 guys before starting lol (more if you count hand and mouth stuff), but it felt like a lot at the time. I think part of the reason is because college is when I started taking more pride in my sexuality; suddenly instead of being the topic of rumors, I was the girl my friends would come to when they needed any advice about guys. I was the one my friends came to for condoms, the first person they showed their app matches to, I even helped some girls prepare to lose their virginity.

Even though I had this role, Freshman year I didn't get around much because I got into a relationship with the first guy I hooked up with (classic mistake, I know). We ended things... continue reading