When Jason walked in and saw us together on the couch, both of us in figure-hugging gray tank tops and cotton panties, it was like he had seen a ghost.

“Oh, hey, Jason. This is Liv. My friend. Sorry I didn’t tell you, but she’s staying for the weekend while her boyfriend is away on business.”

She looked at him, their eyes meeting, and then she smiled, her best, most beautiful, sultry-eyed, plump-lipped, sweet-but-slightly-terrifying smile, and in that moment, even *I* wanted to fuck her. “Hey, Jason. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Jason swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. “Hey,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too!” She reached out her hand, the movement jiggling her breasts. Jason did very well not to look at them. Me? Not so much. He shook her hand and then picked up his bag to leave.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it–”

“Noooooo!” Liv whined in her brattiest voice. “You should hang out with us! This is your place too! I’m looking forward to being part of everything.”

Jason’s... continue reading

The text I had sent him was filthy.

I had written it out over the course of about an hour, adding things as I thought of them, making myself wet as I wrote out each dirty little fantasy. Imagining it had made me want to touch myself so badly, but I resisted; I had Jason for that now. I hesitated with my finger hovering over the send button, reading it through one last time.

*Jay. You made me cum so hard last night. I was still throbbing when I woke up on your floor. You should’ve seen me. Legs open, dripping. I almost started touching myself right there. But then I remembered I don’t have to anymore. That’s your job, isn’t it? To lick my pussy until I forget how to speak. Anyway, I know you’re at work but I just wanted to let you know. When you get home I’m going to let you spread me open and fuck me any way you like. From behind, on my back, doggy, reverse cowgirl–whatever will make you cum the hardest. You deserve it! You can use my mouth or my ass or my pussy. Or all three. I don’... continue reading

The lights were low, and the room was warm with the flickering gray-blue glow of the TV. I’d picked the movie deliberately; slow, brooding, and a little boring. It was also something we’d both seen already, so no need to pay *too much* attention. That meant I was free to do other things.

Which was exactly my plan.

Jason was beside me on the couch, shifting a little uncomfortably, and I wondered how hard he was already. It was my fault, of course; the outfit I was wearing was ridiculous, almost comical in how little it managed to conceal. A cropped white T-shirt clung snug to my chest, riding so high that the bottom curve of my breasts pushed out in shameless arcs of underboob every time I breathed. Below, a pair of white lace panties clung precariously to my hips, barely covering my ass.

For the first twenty minutes of the movie I lay stretched out beside him, pretending it was normal, pretending I didn’t find it thrilling every time he sneaked a glance at my barely-concealed body... continue reading

*Dear Jason,*

*I’m writing you a letter! Could you believe such a thing when you moved in a month ago? It's a little antiquated, sure, but you’re a D&D nerd, so I figure you’ll enjoy the quill and parchment vibe, right?*

*Anyway, the reason I’m putting this all down on paper is to let you know that I’d like to take our relationship to the next level. Don’t worry; I’m not talking about boyfriend and girlfriend. That doesn’t really interest me much, TBH. What I’m talking about is a little different…*

*(Brace yourself lol)*

*I want you to be mine. Not in the boring, vanilla sense people normally mean when they say that. I mean mine to play with, mine to control, mine to tease, mine to deny. Mine to ride, grind, lick, suck, use–my own personal live-in sex toy whenever I need it.*

*Which will be often.*

*You’d still be my sweet, geeky roommate on the outside, but behind closed doors I’ll start to tease and edge your cock with my fingers and tongue until you’re begging me to let yo... continue reading

After the foot massage, Jason and I continued as if nothing had happened.

On Thursday night, he made a curry that was way too spicy, and I mocked him gently as tears streamed down both our faces. On Friday we played Mario Kart and I tried to distract him by bumping his arm during a turn, but he won anyway. On Saturday, he showed me all his painted miniatures and I conceded that he was, indeed, the bigger geek.

On Sunday I caught up with Liv on the phone but I didn’t tell her any of what had been going on; it felt too fragile and special, like I might ruin it if I acknowledged it, even to myself. I almost let a comment slip when she was teasing me about being lonely, asking if the roommate had at least come with a view, but I swallowed it. Not out of guilt, exactly. Just…it didn’t feel like gossip. It felt like a secret, something I didn’t want anyone else’s opinion on. Instead, I told her I’d been keeping busy with work, that Jason was *nice and quiet* and *keeps to himself*. Both te... continue reading

A few days later, Jason’s big work project was complete, and he was rewarding himself by sitting on the couch and swinging a golden sword at a giant crab with glowing red eyes. I stood at the door watching him for a moment, my yoga mat rolled up and tucked under my arm.

“Big night, huh?” I said. “Beating the seafood into submission.”

He smiled, not taking his eyes off the screen. “It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.”

I looked down at myself and smiled. He hadn’t seen what I was wearing. Yet.

“Thanks. It’s actually a pretty cool boss fight. The weak points are only activated when–”

He broke off mid-sentence as I stepped between the couch and the TV, dropping the yoga mat to the floor. I’d swapped my usual loungewear for the tightest set of black yoga gear I owned–or, more accurately, had outgrown. The top was a cropped sports bra that barely contained me, the fabric stretched so taut it left the faintest outline of my nipples and rode up whenever I lifted my arms. The str... continue reading

The next day, he came into the kitchen while I was bent over, plugging in my phone charger on the wall socket behind the bookcase, my legs spread a little and my leggings tight on my ass. My heart raced as I felt him pause behind me, just for a second, and then sit down in his usual spot.

“Oh hey,” I ventured, standing up, my voice a little wavy. “Morning. You sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, picking something off the table and refusing to make eye contact. “What are you having for breakfast?”

“Granola bar,” I said, holding it up. He didn’t look. “You?”

“Not sure yet,” he said. “Might fry something fatty and delicious.”

“Jealous,” I smiled. “Anything fun on the work agenda today?”

We continued making small talk, but I struggled to picture anything other than the moment I had presented him with my huge naked tits the night before. There was something about his face in that moment; the vulnerability, the embarrassment. Looking back on it now, did I also sense an excitement in his eyes... continue reading

Okayyyyy this one is gonna be kinda long so bear with me. Some of you complain my slutty adventures are never long enough anyway, so lock in!

Tuesday evening I was stretched out on top of my bed, the plastic fan whirring near the window doing a poor job of cooling me down. My T-shirt was just long enough to cover my hips, and I hadn’t bothered with panties. After all, I still lived alone at that point…

“I swear,” I muttered, turning onto my side and curling my fingers under my cheek. “Trying to find a roommate is way harder than it should be.”

The apartment was silent except for the hum of my phone pressed against my ear. From somewhere deep within the soft static came the low, sleepy voice of Liv. “Still no luck?”

“Honestly…you wouldn’t believe some of the emails I’ve gotten since I put up the flier…”

“Like what?” Liv said, her voice perking a little. “Gimme the drama.”

“Well…there was the dude who told me that he only eats raw liver because he’s living an ancestral lifestyle.”... continue reading

She approached me after a talk I gave at her college. Tall, blonde, gorgeous, and extremely fit. She had questions and held eye contact the entire time. Other people were waiting to talk to me so she asked me how she could reach me to discuss further.

I gave her my number.

A few hours later after dinner, I'm in my hotel room and she texts me to ask if we can meet for a drink. I gave her the address of the hotel and told her I'd meet her in the bar.

She showed up in a tight skirt/top combo. Heads turned as she came over and joined me. We had a few drinks and chatted. She was laughing at all my jokes, kept staring into my eyes and smiling.

I know the drill. She didn't need to give me any more hints. I asked her up to my room. We made out in the elevator. She rubbed my cock through my pants.

As soon as we got in the door she dropped to her knees, freed my cock and started blowing me. She was very skilled, and very enthusiastic. I started to get lightheaded so we moved to the couch.... continue reading

Last week we had the entire week off work, so on Friday I invited my boss Angela and my coworker Julie over for a pool day.

My husband was working from home that day. His office is upstairs, and the balcony overlooks our backyard and pool area, so he would often step outside to chat with us.

Around noon the sun got pretty intense, so we decided to lay out and sunbathe. I always take off my bikini top when I tan because I hate tan lines, so I did what I normally do and mentioned to the girls that they could take theirs off too if they wanted.

Angela immediately took off her bikini top too. She is already (very) familiar with me and hubby, so she has no reason to be shy because of him

Julie was a little more hesitant and said she wasn’t sure she wanted my husband to see her like that. I told her he would probably enjoy the view, but if she felt uncomfortable, I could ask him to stay inside. She said it was fine and decided to keep her top on.

So there we were, Angela and I topless,... continue reading

I was home from college over the summer working for a landscaping company. One of our clients was an absolute milf: a brunette with short hair, a toned body, and nice firm tits. I actually remembered her from high school because her daughter was a year behind me.

On the first day she came out to greet us with a tray of lemonades, wearing a tube-top and yoga pants. When she saw me she looked surprised. Turned out she recognized me.

"My, you've really grown."

"Yes ma'am, I have."

She was right. I was an awkward loner in high school but I'd had a late growth spurt and had grown several inches since graduating high school. I'd also gotten into really good shape and filled out my frame with muscle: my shoulders were broad, I had abs, etc. I'm surprised she even recognized me as many of my former classmates did not.

She bit her lip and failed to stop staring.

"Well I hope you're enjoying college..."

"Yes ma'am, I'm having a ball."

It was true. In addition to my physical transforma... continue reading

On our last day in Bangkok we were doing some last minute shopping to use up our Thai money.

So as we were walking around and my wife said "where shall we go next".

So I said "we can go to a blowjob bar to use up some of the spare money!"

She thought about it for a few seconds and then said "OK then, let's go" so we got on the train and went to Nana. There is a place down there called blowjob ally. You guessed it, renowned for the famous blowjob bars. I'd done a little bit of prior research.

We walked up to the girls sitting outside and they eagerly came over to us with a menu.

It only had two things on the menu...... blowjob or soapy massage.

I selected the blowjob, of course, and we were told to sit down.

I looked at my wife and said "which one should I pick".

It was kinda weird with my wife sitting next to me deciding which one I wanted to blow me. I asked my wife to pick one for me but she couldn't decided and wanted me to pick who I wanted.

So I picked the one that could sp... continue reading

Obligatory 'this is an old story but I wanted to share it anyway' Just for some background, my best (f)riend who we'll call 'Emily' we grew up together in the same town from the age of about 10. Our respective grandparents were friends ect.. Anyway, very average friendship for a lot of our teenage years going out shopping and whatever together. Her mum would tease us constantly about being a couple ect. and while I did think she was very pretty. We were very different people personality wise, I was a lot more introverted back then to what I am nowadays where she was very extroverted.

By around our mid to late teens, we'd both moved away to different areas with our parents, but we both made efforts to catch up/ go shopping, talk to each other about our relationships ect. we was about as close as friends as the opposite sex could be at least imo. However as the years went by we'd drifted apart, I'd gone away to university and she was working here & there.. but still kept in contact... continue reading

James froze above me, his cock glistening with lotion. His eyes darted between my breasts (still pushed together) and my mouth like he didn’t know what to do with himself. I had him trembling, strung out on the edge, and the power of that made my pussy ache even harder.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” I teased, my hands still pressed against his hips to keep him steady.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”

I shifted out from under him, sliding upright on the couch, my breasts still shining from lotion and pre-cum. My shorts were still tangled around one thigh, panties soaked around one ankle from my earlier teasing. I sat back, legs wide, and patted the cushion beside me. “Lie down.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Here?”

“Here,” I repeated firmly. “Head at this end. Trust me.”

He obeyed with only a little hesitation, lowering himself onto the couch. The cushion crumpled beneath him, his cock jutting upward toward his stomach, twitching in anticipation, his chest rising and falling as he watched... continue reading

Soooooo this one happened a while ago when I needed a decent headshot for work. Nothing crazy, just something I had to submit to go on my little ID card thingy in my new job.

I recruited the help of Daniel (my photography nerd friend from university) and dressed myself up a white blouse, a tidy skirt, and a little bit of makeup. The plan was to take two or three photos and pick the least awkward.

But we ended up taking a lot more than that.

Anyway, when I got to his apartment he’d actually rearranged his entire living room; moved the couch back, unfolded a three-panel room divider with a grid pattern and draped a fuzzy cream throw over a low stool. Two softboxes bathed everything in a pale neutral glow. Complete overkill, but it kinda made me feel a little special, which was nice!

“It's for my own practice too,” he shrugged. “People are scary to photograph! I want to make sure I get it right!”

I smiled. “I’m not scary, am I?”

His eyes flicked down to my blouse, which was admitted... continue reading

Soooooo James, my completely innocent and platonic roommate until about five minutes ago, blinked. For a moment I thought he hadn’t heard me. “Your…what?”

“My tits,” I said, trying as best as I could to keep my voice steady. “I want you to fuck my tits.”

His eyes flicked down to my chest and then back up, as if he was confirming I had really asked him to put his cock between them. They rocked gently back and forward on my chest with my movements; big and soft and round. His face was burning. Mine probably was too. The Zelda menu theme kept looping from the TV.

“Are you…sure?” he said, almost a whisper.

“I’m sure.” I slid my hands over my breasts and squeezed them together, slow and deliberate. My nipples throbbed. “Maybe you should get some lotion…”

He nodded, standing up so quickly he almost tripped on the coffee table. He laughed somewhat awkwardly and hurried off down the hall. I heard the bathroom cabinet open and fought the urge to dip my fingers back inside myself.

He came... continue reading

His fingertip glistened in the light from the TV. He stared at it, rubbing my wetness between his fingers for a moment, my pussy clenching with horniness and nervousness and embarrassment. I had been *so close* to cumming just before he walked in…

“Wait…is this…?” His cheeks went bright red as he realised what the slick liquid between his fingers was. “Oh fuck…oh my god…I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have…I wasn’t looking, I just–”

“It’s okay,” I said, my own embarrassment rising. “It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have been…you know…”

“No!” he said quickly.. “It's your apartment too! You can do…*that*…anywhere you like!”

“Really?” I asked. The TV menu idled, soft music looping. The controller was somewhere on the floor behind the coffee table, and the damp patch of my cum was still gleaming in the glow. I felt another rush of embarrassment and excitement as slutty thoughts entered my mind. “Because actualy…you…sort of…interrupted me…”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” I said, heat crawling... continue reading

I was just going to edge my pussy for a *little* bit before bed.

It had been a hard week at work and I deserved it, right?

Besides, my roommate James wouldn’t be back for a few hours, and James is…well, James. Geeky, sweet, always humming Zelda music under his breath when he’s cooking pasta. Friendly to a fault, but so awkward sometimes it makes me smile.

The thing is, he’s so careful about boundaries. Like, if I come out of the shower wrapped in a towel, he’ll literally turn and face the wall until I tell him I’m dressed. He’s that kind of shy. Which is probably why the thought of doing something dirty in our shared space while he was out, on our couch, had me kind of horny.

I’d been replaying Skyward Sword, trying not to think about it, trying to focus on the game, but tbh my thoughts kept returning to…well…to pleasuring my clit lol

But it would be very wrong to make myself cum there…which is exactly why I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I moved to the middle and slipped my p... continue reading

Sooooooo I’ve been hearing about the new retro arcade bar downtown for weeks and decided to go. Everyone at work wouldn’t shut up about it; neon lights, rows of classic machines, retro-themed cocktails (street fizzter, mortal mojito, pac manhattan, etc etc), and that kind of PS1 breakbeat style music.

It sounded kinda fun, but I’ve been on a family holiday for the last week (kill me) so I’ve not been able to go until the weekend, and decided it would be a good excuse to release some pent up…stuff. (If I’m being honest, I was really fucking horny from not being able to touch myself for a week)

That’s why I decided it would be a good idea to go out without panties.

In retrospect, that was a pretty stupid idea, because I’d only been in the place for a few minutes when I was looking for a face to ride. Buit, you know. Like I said, I’ve been pretty horny recently.

I ordered a drink at the bar (the Contra Cosmo) and sat down, the hem of my skirt brushing the barstool. I didn’t have my pus... continue reading

This is a true story and a bit of a long one.

I worked with a girl, we'll call her J, for about ten years. She joined our company just before she turned 18 and looked the very definition of cute and innocent. About 160cm tall, her look was pretty emo with shorter side swept black hair and heavy eyeliner. Mostly she would wear cut off denim shorts with nylons on and a tight vest top that clung to her slim waist and I think about C cup tits.

She was painfully shy when she started and it took almost a year before she started coming out of her shell. Once we started working together we started to hit it off despite the age difference. Our relationship was definitely a flirty one but nothing more. As time went on she confided in me more, would ask for advice and would ask about my experiences in different things. Even though we were flirty I just always thought she saw me as someone older with a bit more life experience. Although a line that always sticks in my head was the day she sai... continue reading