Okay this one is gonna be long so settle in and enjoy! It all started when I’d just turned 21, and the bus had just dropped me off outside the entrance to Azure Lagoon Resort, and adults only resort and spa.

"Sarah?"

I turned to see the young woman who had called my name. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a blue uniform with yellow trim.

“That’s me,” I said. “Nice to meet you.”

"Nice to meet you too. I’m Rose, by the way.” She extended her hand and I shook it. “Congratulations on getting the job and welcome to Azure! I'll be showing you around today. Do you need any help carrying your stuff?”

"Oh, sure, thank you!"

“No problem,” she said, taking my suitcase by the handle, moving with the easy confidence of someone who had done this before. Her smile came quickly and stayed there, bright and unguarded. I decided I liked her. “Are you nervous?”

“A little,” I admitted as we started toward the treeline, the suitcase wheels bouncing on the dirt road. “I’ve never worked at a h... continue reading

It wasn’t intentional. I just…couldn’t stop myself.

My legs opened a little wider and I rocked forward, placing my hand on his thighs, lowering my shoulders and head toward him. Toward…*it*.

I hadn’t noticed it at first–I’d been too busy looking at my phone, trying my best to act like this was even slightly normal. But as I continued grinding against his mouth, my thoughts grew more frantic, more desperate, and I realized that through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, I could see it; long, hard, and twitching.

*Shit. He's hard because of me, I thought, my mind reeling. Because I'm sitting on his face. Because I’m naked. Because he can taste me…*

Part of me was horrified; this was my friend, someone I'd known for years. I should stop, I told myself. This has gone too far already. But even as the thought formed, I found myself shifting, changing the angle of my hips so I could get lower, closer, so I could bring my lips toward it.

"Are you still okay?" I whispered. "This…looks re... continue reading

“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” I said, looking at him earnestly. “Why?”

He shrugged, a little defensively. “I…don’t know. I just think it's kinda hot.”

“But what do you get out of it?”

He sighed. “Forget it, sorry. I didn't mean to make it weird.”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t!” I said, scooting closer to him on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath our combined weight. “I think it's interesting! It’s always kind of fun to find out what kinks your friends have.”

“It’s not a kink!” he protested. “It just…you know…I read about it and it sounds interesting…”

“Not a kink?” I raised an eyebrow. “So if I told you I wanted to try it right now, you wouldn’t be into it?”

He swallowed, his gaze flickering between my eyes and the bedspread “I…ummm…”

I scooted even closer, our thighs touching. “Because I agree. It does sound interesting. Kind of like a nice way to relax after a day at work…”

“Right!?” he said, his enthusiasm rising. “That’s the whole vibe! I just want to be there for y... continue reading

This wasn’t something I had done intentionally, let me just say that before we get started.

I don’t just go flashing my pussy to anyone and everyone, no matter what my penchant for horny monster novels might lead you to believe. Lol.

What happened was - I’d come home from work, stripped off my skirt and blouse, stockings, bra and thong and hopped in a steaming hot shower to wash away the day and unwind after a busy 8 hours at the office. My muscles were tight and I was exhausted, but the steam and the sweet and fruity scent of my body wash plucked away my aches and pains until I was thoroughly relaxed and squeaky clean.

I got out, dried and dressed in my tank top and the little booty shorts I liked to sleep in, ready for an evening of reading some especially spicy fantasy romance. Fucking perfect.

I swear!! ***just*** as by butt landed on the couch - someone knocked at my door. I mean, it had been at least 20 minutes, but still.

It was just my luck, honestly. I groaned, almost te... continue reading

Together, Josh and I walked up the sand, our bodies dripping and salty, my bikini still clinging to me. I wrung water from my hair as we walked, trying not to think about the way his body had felt against mine in the ocean, the feel of my soft ass pressed against his thigh, trying to focus instead on the way the sand burned the soles of my feet, a pleasurable contrast to the cold saltiness of the ocean. As for Josh himself, I have no idea what he was thinking, his eyes scanning the horizon as we walked back to our towels in silence.

We sat down in the same spot as before, away from the clusters of umbrellas and noisy groups of teenagers throwing frisbees. Their distant shouts faded beneath just the roll of the tide and gulls above.

I looked out at the water, whilst beside me, Josh stretched out flat on his front, folding his arms beneath him and closing his eyes.

“Wake me if I crash,” he mumbled, his eyes closed, his breath heavy already.

“Sure,” I said, feeling it too; the ge... continue reading

The next time we went to the beach, I knew I wanted to push it further. For some reason, the idea of teasing him had become kind of an obsession of mine; something I had thought about regularly since our last trip, especially late at night with my hands between my legs.

Not that I would ever admit that to him.

Or even to myself, really. Josh was my best friend, and I'd never do *anything* to jeopardise that. Except, of course, my pussy had other ideas.

We didn’t talk about what had happened last time, but I felt like maybe something had changed between us. Not on the surface, but like…underneath. Something unspoken, I guess. I could feel it in the way we didn’t message each other for the next few days, and the way his voice was a little more hesitant to answer when I called him, like he was trying not to remember the feel of my nipples under his thumbs.

“Hey, want to go to the beach again? I had fun last time…”

“Oh…uh…yeah, sure!”

The next day we drove to the beach just... continue reading

I should’ve worn something else.

That much was obvious.

Only it hadn’t been obvious when I’d picked it out that morning, sifting through a drawer packed with slutty underwear and provocative nightwear. Compared to some of that stuff, the bikini was positively tame. Only, standing next to Josh on the hot sand, it suddenly seemed anything but. It hugged me tightly beneath my clothes, and the thought of stripping down out of my towel in front of him made me feel a little weird.

Not that I needed to worry; he didn’t think of me that way.

Like, at all.

We’d driven to the beach on a whim, a rare occasion when it was just the two of us, away from the rest of the group. Josh was one of my oldest and closest friends, but nowadays it sometimes felt as if we hardly spoke, all that boring Life Stuff getting in the way. I looked around the beach and smiled, pretending I wasn’t comparing every other girl’s bikini to mine.

“Aren't you going to get changed?” Josh said, taking off his T-sh... continue reading

Soooooo it happened on Tuesday, which meant it was my turn to host board game night. My friend Mark arrived at 7:03 with a bag full of board games as usual.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose. "The new expansion for Cosmic Encounter came today and I had to punch out all the tokens."

"No worries," I said, standing up to meet him. "I’m just glad you’re finally here…I’ve been looking forward to it all day."

And it was true. I loved my gaming sessions with Mark; a welcome break from the sometimes-depressing routine of life. Together we could escape to our little fantasy lands, bitching bosses exchanged for fearsome dragons, tax returns replaced by ancient prophecies. He was a huge nerd when it came to the research, and for the most part I was more than happy to go along for the ride. But tonight, I had a few plans of my own.

"Sit down," I said, patting the bed beside me, the usual area for our gaming sessions. The only difference was that tonight I’d worn my n... continue reading

Our lips found each other again quickly, lubricated with his cum, messy and slick and desperate, my hands finding her tits, her hips, her thighs, her ass. I pulled her on top of me without thinking, no longer worrying about the impact on our friendship, no longer worrying about what this all meant, safe in the knowledge that my brain had turned off and my pussy had taken over.

Julie’s mouth was hot and messy, the taste of his cum mixed with her saliva as she kissed me hard enough that my head sank into the pillow. Her body pressed down into mine with greedy weight, her bare breasts flattening against my chest, nipples dragging against my skin, slipping and catching with every slight shift of her hips.

She rolled her pelvis against me without hesitation, her pussy gliding up my mound with a wet slide that made both of us gasp quietly into each other’s mouths, making it obvious she needed me under her, grinding slow at first, then harder, letting the pressure line up perfectly with the... continue reading

“We’re going to have a little competition,” Julie said, stretching out, kneeling beside me, both of us still naked. Max’s cock, recently freed from his shorts, bobbed in anticipation of our attention. “Let’s find out who can suck it the best.”

He blinked. “Oh god…”

“It’s simple, Max. We’ll take turns,” she said, sitting up. “You watch. Then all you have to do is choose.”

“Choose?” he said, as if it was his first time hearing the word.

“Yes,” she said, dragging her fingers up his thigh. “Who made you feel better? Who sucked it best. Properly. Okay?”

“Okay…”

“Oh. And no cumming. Not yet.”

“Fuck.”

“I go first,” she said, brushing her hair back.

I leaned back on my heels, watching, realising as I did so that I had been making small circles on my clit with my fingers as she had been speaking. I guess I was a slut now too. Whoops.

Max swallowed hard as Julie lowered her mouth to his cock, eyes locked on his. She started slowly, dragging her tongue up the underside, from base to ti... continue reading

Standing in the doorway of our room, towel wrapped around my body, watching the sunset break apart on the surface of the hotel's infinity pool, I finally admitted it to myself…

I was horny.

Not just a little bit horny. Not just tipsy-on-holiday horny.

I needed to fuck.

And that meant I needed to win the competition.

Behind me, Julie emerged from the bathroom in her white bikini, her hair in a loose braid, a few strands falling around her face. She looked great, just like always, and I gave her a smile. Max was already outside, sitting at the shallow steps with the water lapping around his waist. He looked good, too; his hair damp, droplets on his chest, arms resting on the tiles behind him. He was looking at the sunset, and I wondered if he was remembering his ex-girlfriend. If so, I was hopefully about to change that.

“Hey, Max,” I said, stepping out to meet him. Before he could answer, I unhooked my towel and threw it onto one of the loungers, revealing the new bikini I picked... continue reading

“Sarah! Have you put it on yet?”

“No,” I said quickly. “Not yet.”

“What are you waiting for? It’ll look amazing on you!”

“Oh my God, shut up!” I shouted, embarrassment flowing through me. Standing in the changing room, I held the outfit at arms length from me, my hand completely visible through the mesh fabric, wondering how the hell I’d let her talk me into this. Outside, the sound of footsteps, hangers clacking, occasional laughter. Max was somewhere beyond the curtain too, probably scrolling his phone and wondering how he’d been roped into a girls’ holiday shopping trip.

I held the outfit up to the light. “Julie, it’s practically see-through.”

“That’s the point!” she shouted, her voice filled with glee and mischief.

“Fine, I’ll put it on, but I’m not coming out!”

Julie didn’t answer.

I braced myself, peeling off my clothes, putting them in a pile beside me, and sliding the new outfit over me. The fabric was tight, pushing and pulling across my skin. I stood back from the mi... continue reading

I groaned and rolled onto my back, keeping my eyes open and staring at the nothingness of the ceiling. The sheets were twisted around my thighs, one of the straps of my pajama top sliding from my shoulder and revealing my left breast. I didn’t care. I was too hot, too sticky, too tired. Besides, Julie had been snoring for the last fifteen minutes, and my body still felt electric from the club, from the drinks, from the crush of the people.

I tried not to think about it, scrunching my eyes up tight. The images played anyway, bright and vivid and demanding my attention, her ass exposed and gyrating, right there, in front of everyone…so shameless…so slutty…so fucking hot…

I pressed the heel of my hand lightly against my forehead, trying to get my brain to shut up. I was drunk, that’s all. Overtired and undersexed. I tried closing my eyes again. Maybe if I held perfectly still, the images would leave me alone.

Or, maybe I could just…

My hand drifted beneath the sheet, finding its way... continue reading

The club was hot and loud and sweaty, the air thick with perfume, spilled alcohol, and the throbbing pulse of the bass. Beams of light cut across the room in sharp lines, dancing with the crowd in rhythmic pulses. People were packed tight on the dancefloor, bodies brushing and grinding, hips rolling in time with the beat.

This was not my scene, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Max’s either, but Julie was grinning, her blue dress clinging to her skin, the thin straps barely holding it together, her breasts bouncing with every step.

“Let’s get drinks first!” Julie shouted over the music, pointing at the bar. Max nodded, still looking a little overwhelmed, his eyes darting over the crowd. I felt his pain. An evening inside with a good book or videogame was more my speed. I touched his arm lightly.

“You okay?” I mouthed.

He nodded emphatically, like he did this sort of thing every day.

“Of course!”

Julie grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bar, dragging him through the mass of d... continue reading

Julie was still asleep when I woke up.

For a moment I lay still and listened to the air conditioner, my head heavy from the previous night of cocktails and dancing. I wasn’t hungover, but I’d drank enough that the morning light peeking around the edge of the blackout drapes felt like an invasion of our sanctuary. Julie seemed less bothered, her quiet, uneven breathing drifting from the pile of blankets on the other bed. I rolled onto my side and checked my phone.

It was just after six in the morning.

Despite the lingering heaviness in my limbs, my body felt restless, bristling at the memory of Julie recounting her flirtation with the guy by the pool. *Oh, yeah, he’s actually sooooo nice. Super kind and a bit dorky. Shame I got to him first, right?*

She changed position in her sleep as if aware I was thinking about her, adjusting the blanket to reveal a tiny pair of panties twisted around her hips, her face pressed down into the pillow, hair fanned out all around her.

Even like t... continue reading

Okay this one is gonna be a long one so bear with me! It all started when I was on holiday with my friend by the pool in the hotel…

“You are joking, right?” I said, sitting up slightly, a few drops of my cocktail spilling over the rim of my glass. It splashed onto my bikini, and I wiped it away with my finger, licking the sugary liquid away with my tongue. “That guy over there?”

“Yeah,” Julie said with a smile. “Don’t you think he’s attractive?”

I squinted toward him.

“Well, yeah. Obviously, he’s attractive,” I said cautiously. “I just didn’t think he was your type.” I squinted at the folded paperback in his hand, but the title was too small to read from this distance. Between us, the pool shimmered turquoise, surrounded by white umbrellas and empty deck chairs. We’d been at the hotel for three days, long enough for as few of the staff to start greeting us by name, but not long enough that I was feeling the inevitable homesickness that comes with a long trip. “I’m just surprised *... continue reading

Heads up: this is not as kinky or dirty as you might think. It’s actually.. wholesome. Idk where to post it but don’t want to just forget about the experience.

I stayed over last Sunday at my “friend’s” place (we are seeing each other). I finished showering before dinner, and wrapped a towel around my body. I walked out and went to the room.

My friend knocked on my door and asked what should we have for dinner, and I jokingly said “I’ll think about it after I masturbate”. We laughed it off and he sad “can I help?”. I smiled and said “only if you are good with instruction”

So I dropped my towel off and laid down on the bed. I spread my legs, naked, and put my clit sucker on. He was laying on my left side, watching me and used his hand to play with my left nipple. I told him to kiss me and we made out as I moan louder in his mouth and he pinched my nipple harder and harder.

After around 10 minutes, I squirted a lot and he was obviously really hard. But he was so cute, he didn’t even... continue reading

Soooo this one happened about five years ago in a particularly slutty period for me. I’d been flirting with two guys in the office at once, and it all culminated with me inviting them both over on the same night…

The first knock came at seven twenty-eight. I opened the door to find Tom on the mat, hair slightly damp from the drizzle outside, hoodie unzipped over a soft black T-shirt, a carrier bag of snacks in one hand and a share-size bar of chocolate in the other.

“Wow,” he said, eyes flicking down my body and back up quickly. The blue pajama shorts sat high on my hips and barely covered my ass. The top was tight and farrrrr too small; soft cotton that hugged my chest and lay loose over my stomach. I hadn’t worn a bra. Don;t judge me. I was fucking HORNY.

I laughed. “Thanks! Thought you might enjoy seeing me out of my office clothes for a change!”

“Well…yeah! You look awesome.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, turning away from him, letting him see how short the shorts were. I was pretty su... continue reading

Bent over on the couch, my ass facing him, my breasts bulging out either side of my chest, I waited for his answer.

Instead, he left me there, prone and vulnerable and feeling a little silly.

“Well?” I asked, my thumbs hooked around the belt loops of my jeans. They were already low enough that were halfway down my ass, the fat of my cheeks rising over the denim, the lace of my tiny black thong pressed between them. “Do you want me to show you, or what?”

I could hear his breathing, shallow and uneven, my best friend watching me as my thighs trembled a little from holding myself in position. He seemed to be deliberating whether this would be crossing a line. It definitely would.

“Sarah…” he finally whispered.

“Yes?” I said, voice low, still facing forward. I wanted to sound casual, like I didn’t care, but I could hear the nerves in my own voice.And I could kinda hear how much I *wanted* him to ask me.

“I…” he started, then stopped.

I didn’t say anything else. I just stayed there,... continue reading

Sooooooo as always this will probably end up being really long but I’ll try to keep it short(!). A couple of weeks ago I’d spent the afternoon dragging my friend Andy through clothes shops. We usually bonded over gaming and other geeky stuff rather than errands, but I didn’t want to go alone and I wanted a guy’s opinion on some of the stuff I had in mind, and so I bribed him with the promise that afterward we’d finally start playing Split Fiction back at mine

The shopping trip was kind of a bust (the city was super busy this time of year) and so by the time we got home my feet ached and I hadn’t bought much. We sank into the couch with our controllers and started playing.

Anyway, we’d been playing a little while (turns out Split Fiction is AMAZING) when I noticed his eyes drifting. I wasn’t sure what he was staring at at first, but then I realised the string of my thong was kinda high on my hip, peeking out above my jeans. I thought nothing of it at first, but the longer I pretended... continue reading