The office at night. A quarter of the plan was overfulfilled—the boss, happy as a clam, left first, leaving a couple of thousand on the table for "pizza." The pizza was eaten, the money spent on whiskey and gin. Music from the JBL speaker blasted something dance-like, causing the monitors on the desks to vibrate. By eleven, there were only four of us left out of fifteen: me, Anton—our lead developer, a thoughtful and quiet man; Katya from the marketing department—a redhead with a sharp tongue and a laugh that stirred something deep in your stomach; and Lisa, the new support intern, sweet and a little shy, with wide eyes, who had drunk more than anyone else today, apparently to cope with her embarrassment. The dancing between the tables slowed, grew more intimate. I caught Katya's eye as she tilted her head back and ran her hand down her neck. Her gaze was warm, appraising. The whiskey was doing its job, sending a viscous, daring warmth through my veins. "It's kin... continue reading

There's a darkness within each of us. For some, it's thicker, while for others, it's a barely perceptible, yet still dirty, cloud. Some hide their dark side from society, while others are mostly pure and bright, but somewhere deep within them lie hidden actions that are best left unseen. This story centers on an ordinary married couple. The husband, let's call him Nikolai, the wife, let's call her Nina, and a son and daughter, whose names are of no use to us. And then something happened in their lives that could tear the family apart. His loving and beloved wife, in every sense, was recovering from her second childbirth, and Kolya couldn't be happier. She was becoming more beautiful, and most importantly, the spark that had once attracted him was rekindled. Nina was regaining her usual self-confidence, her easy smile with or without reason, and her love of sex. The latter had been difficult for a long time. Before the children arrived, she was an uncontrollab... continue reading

Hello everyone, I want to tell you a story from my life and how it all came to this. My name is Nikita, and my wife is Alina. Before I met my wife, I was a completely different person, but after meeting her, I became more domestic and calm, without the urge for adventure. We all have baggage from a past life, like all young people, alcohol, the occasional drug, but nothing more. Just for fun, as they say. Alina is a real treat, with 2.5 breasts and a big butt, weighing 70-75 kg. I like meaty women. Well, let's leave aside the life aspects, we are all gathered here for something else. Sex with my wife was amazing; we've been together for five years, and neither of us experienced any problems or loss of feelings in this regard. Until one day, I felt a wild desire, wondering what it would be like to have sex with two cocks at once, and thinking about this person being close to you, with whom you spend every day, solving family problems, and simply living life. But the thought a... continue reading

I've been dating a girl for two years now, we live together, and I've started getting turned on by the idea of cuckolding, like having someone fuck her, preferably hard. But she's pretty shy; I'm only her third boyfriend. It's just that during sex, I imagine someone just fucking her or about to fuck her right after me. It really turns me on. One day, I was staring at my phone, and she was taking a bath and called me over to get her a book. I walked into the bathroom with her book and phone in my hands and I really wanted to take a picture of her. I turned on the camera, wanting to take a picture, but she noticed, quickly covered her face with her hands and asked what I was doing. I managed to take one photo and replied, "Just a photo." She was surprised, asking, "Why do you need a naked photo of me, etc." We chatted for a bit, and she realized it was just a photo, let me take a normal photo of her in the bathroom, even posed for a little, and it... continue reading

Masha lay on the bed in her Moscow apartment. She had just filmed another webcam video and was now reading her subscribers' comments. She always got extremely excited during filming, knowing how much her viewers were turned on by her practically naked dancing, and the requests and comments about what to do with her and in what positions made her pussy very wet. Masha quickly removed her soaking wet panties and reached for her 18-centimeter dildo. Spreading her beautiful legs wide, she began to furiously fuck herself. Masha often fantasized about being fucked by different men in various positions, and how she delightedly sucked cocks. But since Masha was a rather modest woman in real life, often starred in commercials for various brands, and was careful about her image, all these desires remained in her imagination. Everything changed suddenly. The next day, Masha woke up early, her body still aching from the previous day's masturbation. She stretched, feeling a slight dampne... continue reading

During his absence, Michael asked me, among other things, to tidy up the pool in the backyard, as I'm an expert in that area. This time, Amanda greeted me politely, mindful of the spanking. By midday, I'd tidied up the pool and the surrounding area, then returned to the house, thinking of ways to further amuse myself with the girl. Amanda was in the living room watching television. I noticed two voices coming from behind the door; her sister, Mary, apparently, was not alone. "Amanda," I began, "your brother asked me to fix the pool in your backyard, and I did it. I don't know if you can use it..." Amanda gasped in excitement, then clapped her hands and exclaimed: - Hooray!! Thank you so much! I can swim now! With these words she ran to the door, opened it slightly and called: - Come in, let's go swimming! “Amanda, who did you call?” I asked. - Mary, she has her friend now... "Amanda, when I was cleaning the pool, there were a lot of piles of feces... continue reading

A cold wind drove gray, stinging snow through the streets, melting it into mud beneath the wheels of the cars. The city lived its own harsh, oil-fueled life. It wasn't pretty, but it was as strong as a fist. Those who didn't fear long months in the north, far from home, on endless shifts, made good money here. Pyotr was one of them. Milana, standing by the window of their old, not yet completely empty apartment, watched the twilight swallow the gray panel buildings. Longing. Deep, aching, like an aching tooth. She was twenty-seven, and she had spent most of those last three years waiting. Waiting for a call, a message, a return. Peter was her husband, her love, and her greatest source of anxiety. A tall, lean, dark-haired man with a stubborn chin and jealous eyes, he graduated from the Oil and Gas Institute and dedicated his life to endless business trips. She, on the other hand, was an advertising executive, or, as it's fashionable to say these days, an SMM specialist.... continue reading

Friday. That long-awaited day when the work week ends and two days lie ahead that can be spent on anything. We were sitting in the living room: me, my wife Lera, and two of my friends, Sergey and Igor. We'd known each other for what felt like ages, gone to school together, been hooligans together. Now, here we were, drinking beer together at home, lounging on the couch. There was a certain tension. And it was all Lera's fault. She was dressed in a peculiar way: a short black dress, barely covering her hips, which perfectly hugged her firm butt and small but beautiful breasts. She was braless. I'd noticed this earlier in the day, when she bent over to pick something up and her dark aureola showed through the thin fabric. Back then, it had only given me a rush of lust and the thought, "It's going to be hot tonight." But now, under Sergey and Igor's gaze, this thought became alarming. They stared at her without restraint. Igor, stocky and strong, his arms co... continue reading

Anya woke up in the morning; her husband was already at work. She lay in her white bed, wearing a black nightgown with thin straps, naked, her nipples protruding. Anya picked up her laptop, opened it, and went to the website of the café where she'd been married the day before yesterday. She opened a photo of herself kneeling in a white wedding dress, a white veil covering her head, surrounded by Caucasian men. She stared at the photo and recalled how this group of ten men had fucked her mouth, how she'd taken turns taking black cocks and sucking their heads. The girl's left hand moved down to her smoothly shaved pussy, and she placed her palm on her already wet pussy and began to caress her labia, brushing her clitoris with her index finger. With her right hand, she exposed her right breast, which lay over her black nightgown, and with two fingers began to squeeze her pink nipple, occasionally making circles with her fingers over her pink areola. The girl remembered how... continue reading

Sochi is a special city. Vacationers bring their own rhythms and moods to its life. Locals usually rent out rooms by the sea, where all sorts of people live. I once rented a room in a house by the sea. I relaxed, swam, sunbathed, and went on excursions. As always, I was troubled by Him, my dick, always on guard, always searching, always dissatisfied. But one day he finally got lucky. A couple of girls from Nizhny Novgorod, Vera and Lola, arrived. One of them, Lola, having escaped the city's wilds, apparently decided to have a blast. In the evenings, the vacationers would gather in the courtyard, drink tea, eat fruit, play cards or table tennis. Then one evening, Lola came out to the table tennis. Her breasts were barely covered, a small piece of fabric under her navel, and her butt was completely bare. Well, maybe a little string was visible... She and her friend started playing tennis, Lola flashing her bare buttocks. Soon the women started making a fuss, pounced on the trouble... continue reading

One night, I hadn't gotten much sleep from watching porn until midnight, so I decided to go home to catch up on some sleep, going to my tech room when everyone else had left. After walking a bit down the street, I returned to the entrance, climbed the stairs to my apartment, opened the door, and then heard my mother's voice a couple of floors below. I dashed into the apartment, tossing my jacket, boots, backpack, and bag with two shoes into the built-in closet in the hallway and darted in. The closet doubled as a storage room and was quite spacious. I hid behind the hanging things, and almost immediately the door to the apartment opened, and I heard my mother's softly cooing voice and a man's voice talking to her. - Oh, Yanka, you're such a bitch! I'll eat you right now! - Yes, I am! I'm going to eat you right now! My mother flirted back! I couldn't believe it! She's certainly a beautiful and sexy woman, and men like her, I could see it perfectly.... continue reading

Introduction from the husband Recently, while talking about memorable and unusual sexual experiences, my wife reminded me of another adventure in a train compartment. Wow, I'd completely forgotten about it. She started recalling details, and I remembered some of them too, so I decided to commit the experience to paper. As I was writing, I realized it would be easier for me to persuade my wife to write the part of the story about the events that took place without my presence. I would then write the introduction and then describe the events in which I had already participated. So, it all started like this: my wife and I had already bought train tickets to St. Petersburg—we were planning to go to another meeting at a higher-level organization. Yes, it was May! Then I got a call, first from the head of the repair department at the head office, and then from the deputy director of the representative organization in the Moscow region. The problem was this: the Muscovites needed to ha... continue reading

Jack Miller spent a week stalking the neighborhood. He chose a target and arrived at the house around two in the morning. He found and carefully opened an unlocked window on the ground floor of the quiet house. He quietly crept into the dark room, turned on a small flashlight, and looked around, removing an old pillowcase from under his jacket. He quickly went to the sideboard, found a box of expensive antique silverware, and dumped it all into the bag. Also inside was a beautiful silver tea set and a small metal box containing three hundred dollars. Not bad for a couple of minutes' work, he thought, heading for the exit the same way he'd entered—through Rachel's window. Suddenly, the light flashed and a man's voice rang out! "Who's there?" the man shouted. Jack froze, looked over his shoulder, and saw a man of about fifty standing in the far doorway. - Hey! What are you doing here?! Turning to face him, Jack put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a sh... continue reading

The living room was filled with the scent of jasmine candles and the tart notes of women's perfume—the floral trail of Zhanna and the fresh, almost marine scent of Christina. I sat in a chair, watching them as jazz played softly, and they, the two friends, settled on the huge sofa, their bare feet touching. Zhanna, my red-haired wife, was the embodiment of temptation in her short black dress. Her curves, the very ones that had driven me crazy all these years, stood out softly in the dim light. Christina, a slender blonde in tight jeans and a silk tank top, gestured as she told yet another amusing story. A provocative tattoo on her ankle peeked out from under her jeans, and a silver piercing in her belly button glinted with every movement. "Boris, don't stare like you're at an exhibition," Zhanna winked at me, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. "Want to join in? There's plenty of room." I moved to the sofa, feeling a slight arousal creeping in. Ch... continue reading

Ira and I had a complicated relationship; we were on and off, though we kept in touch for several years. One time, when we broke up again, I decided that was it and I needed to start over. I messaged my friend and we went to a nightclub, ideally to pick up some chicks, but as it turned out, just to have a drink and have a good time. We started with one, then another, until it was late at night and we were standing at the entrance to yet another, quite drunk. My friend decided he couldn't continue our "crusade" any longer and called a taxi. I was about to leave, but something seemed to draw me inside. I walked into the club, the stairs leading straight down. Upon entering, music and the murmur of people became immediately audible. Couples stood along the steps in the semi-darkness, enjoying each other with rapture. I went downstairs and found myself in a large room. The music was loud, and the flickering, dim red lighting created an intimate atmosphere. I went to the bar,... continue reading

Life, like a river, flows along its course. At first, a turbulent, swift current sweeping away everything in its path, then a broad, full-flowing current, calm and predictable. But sometimes, beneath this apparent calm, deep and dangerous whirlpools arise. I'm thirty-seven. My name is Elena. My husband, Grisha, is forty-three, and I have been together for fifteen years. During this time, we've experienced everything: poverty, the first modest joys, arguments, reconciliations, and the joy of owning our first apartment. But our greatest asset, our shared project, into which we've poured our hearts, are our two children. But this story isn't about them. It's about Grisha and me. About that quiet, almost invisible crack that was slowly but surely spreading across the façade of our well-being. It all started around the time I turned thirty-five. I began to notice a strange, almost animalistic restlessness within me. It was as if a beast had awakened within, dormant al... continue reading

My wife, Tonya, and I have been living as husband and wife for a whole year now. My name is Igor, and I'm thirty-two. My wife, Tonya, is only twenty-seven. There's a five-year age difference between us, but we don't feel it at all. I don't feel older, and she doesn't feel younger. We're just living. After my grandmother died, I inherited her one-room apartment in an old panel building. That's where Tonya and I are living. My wife doesn't want to have children yet. She keeps telling me that first we need to get back on our feet, pay off the loans, and do some renovations. Well, I'm not rushing her. I understand her concerns, so I don't bring it up myself, so as not to put unnecessary pressure on her. Tonya and I met under somewhat odd circumstances. She came to work for a new assistant. Our team was mostly male, and almost everyone was married. Tonya was young, vibrant, and immediately attracted attention. But she ignored the advances of single... continue reading

Four in the morning. The brokerage app made me sick. The red numbers stubbornly slid down, like beads of pus from an unhealing wound. I closed it and opened Instagram. The first photo was of Karina. She was sitting on the windowsill in my shabby room, the dank courtyard, a well of damp brick, behind her. But she looked like an alien who had wandered into a dump. Dark hair pulled back into a careless bun, eyes that knew the value of their beauty. Cunning, damn it. Followers in the comments called her "angel" and "goddess." They didn't see the way she looked at me when she wanted to. VKontakte was buzzing with memes about deadlines and perpetual poverty. I scrolled through them like shuffling my bare feet across a dirty floor. Then I switched to Telegram. Karina shared a sticker—a lewd anime hentai where the character's eyes were the size of her own breasts. And the caption: "Miss your boobs?" The air in the room was stale, smelling of dust, cold tea, a... 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

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