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So I found this place on Groupon near campus because my neck was killing me from hunching over my laptop all week. It was one of those Korean spa places with the dim lighting and the waterfall sounds. I was already nervous because I'd never gotten a professional massage before and I hate being touched by strangers but my roommate swore by it.

The guy's name was Rufus according to the little card on the door. He was maybe like thirty with these big hands and was wearing one of those white uniform shirts. He told me to undress to my comfort level and left the room. I stood there for like five minutes trying to decide if I should keep my underwear on then I ended up taking everything off and laid face down under the sheet feeling like an idiot.

When he came back he pulled the sheet down to my waist and started on my shoulders. His hands were warm and had this peppermint oil that smelled really good. I was trying so hard to relax but I kept freaking out every time he moved lower b... continue reading

Okay, so men who adore burying their head between a woman’s legs and not coming up until the job’s done, hey, you may understand this.

A guy friend of mine, we’ve known each other a long time, he’s officially hit a drought of 6 months. The thing he misses the most, apparently, is giving head.

In the car on the way to go shopping and to meet with other friends, he was outright with it.

“I’ve clearly found you on a very horny day.” I grinned.

That’s when my pussy started streaming wet. He went into detail about going without and how he’s not even bothered about a BJ in return.

My response was, “if a guy went down on me, he’s getting his dick swallowed. He’s likely getting his cum swallowed too.”

I could see the horny cogs working in his sex crazed brain. The conversation carried on. He went into the scent, the taste, the arching of hips when you get them close.

We then got out of the car. I was SO wet and feeling kinda needy for a hard working tongue.

So I kept that thought handy... continue reading

I still catch this guy pitching a tent whenever we have to work the same shift now. The whole goal was to ruin him for other girls, and I hope I came pretty close to it.

So this happened a few months ago. We were closing up the coffee shop we work at. He’s this younger, super quiet guy who started recently. I always noticed him sneaking looks at my chest. I definitely didn't make it easy for him since I always unbutton my work shirt pretty low the second the manager leaves for the night.

We were sitting in the back room doing inventory on our phones. I went to show him a funny video on my screen, but when I unlocked it, my browser was still open to my absolute filth from my morning solo session. I snatched it back super quick and was like "Uh, just use your phone to log the cups." He pulls his phone out, opens Safari, and boom he’s got a hub tab right there open to "petite POV." or some shit like that. Total degenerate, but I love it.

He turned so red and started aggressively swipin... continue reading

This happened in my art class during my(18F) art class last year and i wanted to share it. Okay so I needed extra credit for my art elective so when the professor asked for a volunteer model for the figure drawing session I stupidly raised my hand without thinking.

I thought I would just sit there in clothes. Nope but instead they wanted nude.

When I got to the studio there were like 12 students already set up with their easels. My heart was pounding so hard, the professor gave me a robe and told me I could keep it on until I was ready. I went behind the screen, took everything off and literally stood there shaking for a minute. I kept thinking “Melanie you idiot, everyone is going to see you naked.”

I finally dropped the robe and got on the platform. The first pose was sitting on a stool with legs crossed. I felt so exposed then the professor asked me to do a lying pose on my side…that’s when it got crazy.

One of the students was this guy named James. He’s a senior who is really... continue reading

I moved to the city for grad school a few months back and finally decided to get back out there after a massive three year breakup. I’d basically been a serial monogamist since I was a teenager, so the whole "hookup culture" thing was totally alien to me back then.

I’m on the shorter side, pretty fit from years of soccer and gym time. My drive has always been way higher than my ex could handle. My roommates eventually bullied me into downloading Hinge just to see what was out there.

That’s how I met Rob.

We’d been sending flirty texts for about two weeks because our schedules were a mess, but we finally linked up on a Thursday night at this crowded rooftop house party a friend of his was throwing. I wasn't expecting much, just some drinks and maybe a graceful exit if it was awkward lol

But the second I saw him leaning against the balcony railing, I knew I was in trouble. He had this messy dark hair, blue eyes that looked right through you, and a voice that was low and raspy in the... continue reading

I was hanging out at my friend Lauren’s apartment last weekend. Lauren had to run to the library and her roommate Jason was just hanging out in the living room. I’ve known him for a while, we’ve always been kind of flirty but nothing has ever happened.

I was wearing this thin white tank top with no bra and a pair of running shorts. My brown nipples were very visible. I was laying on the couch on my phone and he was on the other end of the sectional. We were making small talk and he kept looking at my chest. Not subtle about it at all. I told him it’s okay to look.

At some point he goes “you’re killing me right now.” I just laughed. He goes “I’m serious.”

I sat up and looked at him and he was hard. Like obviously hard through his sweatpants. I don’t know what came over me. I told him Lauren was going to be back in like fifteen minutes. He said he knew.

I told him he could jerk off if he wanted. I told him he could do it on me but no touching.

He pulled his dick out and started st... continue reading

Holy shit. I’m literally sitting in my car right now trying to catch my breath because I think my brain just short circuited. I’ve been seeing this specialist for a few months, let's call him Dr. K, to deal with some thyroid stuff that’s been making me feel like garbage. The meds have been helping, but I had to go in today for a routine follow up.

I’m going down my list of symptoms, ticking off the brain fog and the sleep issues, and then I mention some weird skin irritation/sensitivity I’ve been having down there. Totally clinical. He doesn't even blink. Just says we should do a quick visual to make sure it's not a reaction to the new dosage.

Next thing I know, I’m on the table with my feet in the stirrups, just staring at a poster of a human heart on the wall. He’s being super professional, which I appreciate. He moves my skirt up and he’s checking things out, saying how everything looks fine.

Then it happened.

His fingers are moving and he accidentally brushes right over my clit.... continue reading

I’m a college student living in a dorm complex here in the States. There’s a guy in my building, William, who’s become one of my best friends over the last semester. He’s super chill, but he’s always been pretty upfront about having zero game because of his social anxiety. A few weeks ago, we were hanging out and he confessed that he’s still a virgin. He was actually kind of annoyed about it, basically said he just wanted to get it over with so he could stop overthinking it and just live his life.

Honestly, I’ve always thought he was kinda hot, not in conventional way really. He was dorky, had scruffy hair which I really like. He wasn't big, but he had broad shoulders and a nice back which i've noticed before but never mention. I didn’t want to make our friendship weird.

Anyway, fast forward to last night. We were at a small house party off campus, both had a few drinks, and he brought it up again. He was venting about how much he hated being "the inexperienced one." His friends were... continue reading

I've been sitting on this story for a while, mostly because it completely changed the way I look at intimacy. When I was 19, I didn't really have a high bar for what sex was supposed to be. Up until that point, most of my experiences were just aggressive and fast. It felt like I was just there to be used, rough, quick, and honestly, pretty disposable. I just assumed that was the standard and I didn't really know any better.

Then I matched with this guy while I was spending a weekend in a different city. We ended up meeting back at this small, quiet Airbnb he was staying in. Honestly, I went into it expecting the same old routine. I figured we’d be done in twenty minutes and I’d be heading home. But the second we got close, the energy was really different.

He didn't rush anything. We started out just talking, and when things finally started moving, he spent probably half an hour just on foreplay. I never experienced this before, it was crazy. He was so focused on me, making sure I was... continue reading

This actually happened about half a year ago with my ex, Nate. He was 24 at the time and I was 19. He’d just come out of this messy-ass breakup because his ex was a total headcase who cheated on him constantly. We met at the gym where we both worked and the chemistry was just instant. It started with heavy flirting during shifts, which led to him driving me home and me giving him head in the parking lot or the back of his truck before I went inside.

He ended up staying at my place a lot that summer. My parents actually loved the guy; they thought he was such a gentleman and a protector because of his build, even though he was just a goof ball on the inside.

The vibe shifted when he finally met my older sister, Elena (she’s 21). She came home one Friday night totally wasted from a club, wearing this tiny, tight red dress that was basically a belt if you ask me. Elena has always been way more blessed in the chest department than I am, and I caught Nate straight-up staring at her tits w... continue reading

So I’m 19, a sophomore, I used to share apartment with Mark and that was super fun and crazy, now I’m sharing this off campus apartment with a girl who’s honestly a total smoke show. We hit it off day one because we both have zero shame. I grew up in a super progressive, "clothes optional" kind of house, so I’m basically always walking around the place in whatever I want. She’s totally fine with it and usually joins in, so the vibe is always super relaxed and open.

Last Friday night was just on another level, though. I was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, completely naked and just watching some random Netflix doc, when she pings me saying she’s heading back from the bars with her guy. Honestly, I was feeling pretty lazy and a little bit worked up already, so I just grabbed a throw pillow to "cover up" and stayed right where I was. It covered most of me, but definitely not enough.

They stumble in, clearly a few drinks deep and totally into each other. I just wave and go,... continue reading

If any of your know the rush of doing something a bit naughty, something you maybe shouldn't, but you still do. Then you would also know why wearing a skirt to a concert is so fucking fun.

For me it started as dressing in normal clothes and going to normal concert, but as things progressed, I started changing.

There was a particular moment in time where I went to a concert of this indie artist, not even dressed up slutty. Just some crop top and baggy sweats. As I was dancing I felt someone behind me, pressed up. Their dick dancing on top of my sweats. That moment. That is when I knew what I want. That night is a story of its own, today we focus on something else.

My outfit for a concert last week was a tiny skimpy pink top and even skimpier black skirt. We were around 10ish rows in the back and we wanted to get closer. As we were fighting trough the crowd I could feel the familiar "accidental" hand brushing against my ass and I loved it. We wanted to go to the front, but got stuck a... continue reading

So, I’m currently sitting here in a daze, still trying to process the absolute insanity that just went down in my living room. I’ve always been a bit of a wild card, but today took things to a level I didn't even know existed.

I’ve been living in this big house with a rotating cast of roommates for a few years now. Eventually, everyone graduated and moved on, leaving just me and this guy, Mark We’ve always had this crazy tension, and since the house was basically empty, we stopped pretending we weren't both total horn-dogs. It started with stupid stuff, dares during games or betting on who had to do the dishes. The loser usually ended up stripping or giving the other a "stress-relief" session. You know, casual roommate stuff.

But we both wanted more. The problem was neither of us wanted to be the one to "make it weird" and ruin the friendship. So, naturally, we turned it into a high-stakes game. We called it the "Surrender Fund". We both put a few hundred bucks, which was mind you a... continue reading

Guys, this is MADNESS! A quick overview before I go into things.

Last year, I slept with a sex store worker, her name’s Lucy, and I purposely overshared with her that I enjoy anal play after she sold me a vibrator. We flirted, I left with her number, and went out for drinks.

Lucy’s got a rock chick vibe with gorgeous red hair. I’m older than her at 37. She modestly hides her D cups, which made them the best gift in the world to unwrap. Oh, and petite little me is shorter than her 5”7 stature.

Visuals are important, now you have them.

I have her saved in my phone as ‘Pineapple Pussy’, which re-iterates why I never get that sweet nectar taste out of my head. However, as things go with life, things just became… A little messy. I’ll say her casual fuck buddy was very jealous.

We remained on good terms, although it was an understanding of no more.

Now, you came here to read some utter filthy sex, and as I write this, sipping my coffee with a wet pussy and a hug... continue reading

My daughter goes to college nearby; she's home a lot and often brings friends over. I never expected to have "thoughts" about any of her friends, but all of that changed when I met Emma. My god, she is a dream. Cute face, insane body, and a confident, sexy, way-too-mature-for-her-age attitude. Emma isn't a girl, she's a woman, and she knows it.

From the start, she's been subtly flirting with me. Things like meeting my gaze and holding it a few beats too long, asking questions and making little admiring comments, rolling her eyes at me when my daughter and her other friends act like teenagers.

I've tried to be "dad" about it, responding politely but not taking it any further. But she finally broke my resistance.

It happened a few weeks ago. I agreed to "chauffeur duty," driving the girls to an event at a football stadium and picking them up afterwards for a sleepover at my place. I picked my daughter and the other friend up from campus (they're still in the dorms), and then picked up... continue reading

(Make sure you check out my previous story about Diana, accessible via my profile! Not only does that story introduce Diana and the relationship we had, that’s where Noelle shows up first as well. Now, on with the show!)

You had them, didn’t you?

Maybe you have them now. Or maybe you just heard about them in that Sabrina Carpenter song.

Fuzzy. Pink. Handcuffs. Somehow, in college, almost every girl seemed to have them. Maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it really did seem like every girl I hooked up with from the age of eighteen to about twenty-four would, without fail, pull a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs out of her nightstand, where they had been cradling her vibrator, and, shyly, say something along the lines of: “I’ve never been brave enough to try these but…”

The first time I encountered them was on my friend Diana, while she writhed on her bed, with her roommate, Noelle, on top of her.

It’s not what you think.

“Hey!” Noelle cried, tossing her dirty blonde hair back over her s... continue reading

I (F24) decided I wanted to end my hoe phase. So I went on a super sweet first date. There was dinner, great conversation and lots of laughing meanwhile he was a gentleman the whole time: he opened doors, paid for dinner, and offered to drive me home. When we got to my apartment building he parked and we started making out. It was getting really hot and heavy, his hands were everywhere and my dress was riding up my thighs.

That’s when I told him I’m not that kinda girl and that I wasn’t planning on sleeping with him on the first date… but I was so turned on so I offered to suck his cock instead. He did not hesitate to pull it out so I leaned over the console, taking him in my mouth. He was thick and rock hard, and I was getting wetter by the second as I was bobbing on him.

Halfway through sucking him I just couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my mouth off his cock with a *pop*, I looked him in the eyes and said “fuck it.” I climbed over the console, pushed my panties to the side, and... continue reading

I know this makes me sound like a total petty slut, but I don’t even care. It was worth every second.

A year ago my boyfriend of 2+ years left me out of nowhere for this new girl he’d been talking to. He said she was ‘different’ and that he was ‘in love.’ It fucking destroyed me at the time so I spent months crying and working on myself, and getting hotter than ever.

Fast forward a year and I ran into him at a mutual friend’s party. He was still with her so it was totally awkward, but the second he saw my signature tight black dress with no bra he couldn’t stop staring. We started texting ‘just to catch-up” and I told him I was doing well but within a week the flirting got filthy. He eventually admitted he how much more eager and nasty I was in bed compared to her.

So, I went full slut mode.

The first night I invited him over ‘to talk.’ and the moment the door closed I pushed him onto the couch, dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. He was rock hard in seconds so then I... continue reading

The bass from the speakers downstairs was a physical weight, a rhythmic thumping that I could feel in the soles of my feet and the hollow of my chest. The party was in full swing, the kind of mid-semester rager that usually ended with someone in a pool or the cops showing up, and I was already three drinks deep. The air in the living room was thick with the scent of cheap vodka, sweat, and a dozen different perfumes, and while I was having a great time, my phone started buzzing incessantly in my back pocket. I pulled it out, seeing my sister’s name flashing on the screen. She never called this late unless it was something important, and there was no way I was going to hear a word she said over the deafening roar of the latest chart-topper and the screams of fifty drunk college students.

I pushed through the crowd, dodging a guy who was waving a red solo cup a little too enthusiastically, and made my way toward the stairs. I figured the second floor would be quieter, maybe I could find... continue reading

The whole family (over 25 of us) was setting up to take a photo and my SIL ended up in front of me. I’m taller so I was in the back and she was positioning herself to be in front of me. We were all still shuffling around collectively to get in position when she bent over as if not to block the people behind her. But by doing so her ass came back directly into my crotch. I looked down as it happened, seeing her small yellow shorts from above as her ass pressed up against me. My dick twitched when it touched her but the rest of my body was frozen.

She turned her head and saw she was pressed up against me. I looked at her face for her reaction but she was totally unphased. She didn’t say anything. Instead she readjusted her ass to my left side slightly then bent over again. This time her ass pushed up against my hand and I felt the back of my fingers fall between her ass cheeks.

I pulled my hand back instinctively… but I quickly rethought it. Why not let it stay there? She was the one t... continue reading