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
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 *
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
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
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,
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
I was around 19 at the time this happened, and was quite naive and easily excitable. Back then I worked for a small motorcycle dealership as a receptionist. I knew nothing about bikes, but I needed a job, and they hired me. Sometime later I was offered an opportunity to earn extra money by helping out with an advertising campaign. The place was locally owned, small, and did all their own local advertising. When I asked how I could help, I was told it would be modeling. That sounded exciting so I agreed. It was me, another girl who worked there that I was somewhat friendly with, my boss, and the photographer. Looking back I should have realized this wasn't a professional modeling shoot at all. But I was young and dumb and excited about my chance at being a model. They had us wear a few different outfits, with the motorcycle brand logo on them, which were all revealing. The poses he had us do accentuated our bodies and sexuality, which should have really clued me in to what this was.
HIII FRIENDS ya girl is back with another story from this past weekend. It was unexpectedly HOT to me but I ALSO feel a bit guilty. Ok let’s get into it. Last Saturday, it was my Friendsgiving. It was mostly my sorority sisters and I but there were also some guys there if enough of us knew them. It was supposed to be a wholesome night. Good food, good company, and good vibes. Alcohol and drugs were also involved. I only intended on drinking, but the vibes were vibing ANDDD my sorority sis (we’ll call her Kim) surprisingly brought ORANGE TESLAS (ecstasy). Fuck… those are the best. Sooo ya girl got peer pressured into taking them along with maybe seven other people (including Kim and her crush). It is now late (prob 1am) in this big ass Airbnb we rented out. Although the party was still going strong, I started to feel a bit floored from the strength of the entire pill (and maybe too much alcohol too). I decided to let the host (Kim) know that I’m gonna lay down. She assigned on
I’ve been with my guy for several months now, and honestly, so far it’s been a great story. I know we’re still figuring each other out and that he’s sometimes a bit reserved, but I like that. Even though I’m someone who likes being controlled, I accept that he’s more composed. We don’t live together, we each have our own apartment, I'm an independent Parisian woman. 😏 As I was leaving work, I texted him “Are you coming to my place tonight?” He answered that he had a night out with some friends, since it’s Friday. I told him it wasn’t a problem I’m not the jealous type, and I like when he has fun without me. Then I texted again “What would make you come?” He replied that he had plans and that he really wanted to go. So I added “Just come over long enough to take me?” And for once, he pushed back a simple “Beg me.” I loved it. So I begged… “I want your cock, I want you to fuck me.” He replied “I save your pussy for special occasions, your ass is enough for me.” You have to know he pre
For all my lovely tree hugging dirtbags out there! 🧗♂️ **My Climbing Partner Called Me Small. I Called Her Bluff.** Mishka had a birthday tradition that I was first invited to 20 years ago when she turned 20. Her favorite climbing spot was a small mountain range buried deep in the California desert. Whenever I drove out there, either for her birthday parties or otherwise, I fell in love all over again with those rocks. And those bodies. Going to Mishka’s birthday parties meant tons of fun. There were campfires, desert dancing, chicanery, and chippy climbs mostly in the 5.6 to 5.11 range. There was a route there that started vertical but quickly rounded itself to a ledge before going mostly vertical again. It was a pretty simple route but the shape of it inspired people to call it “Riding Mishka.” Mish was absolutely adorable. She inherited the best features from her Japanese mother and Portuguese father (who visited one year so we had to mostly behave). Like “Riding Mishka” h
Since the divorce I've dated on and off, but I'm busy and a dad, and the apps are sometimes more trouble than they're worth. After a good week I'll have momentary motivation and unpause my profile and seek out a fling. I'm handsome, in my late 30s, with blue eyes and a well kept beard, and so I usually have little trouble finding someone to hookup with, but nothing really lasts. It makes sense that things don't last of course, I look after my kids every second week, so my attention is always partial. When they're with me I want them to be staying in a proper house, so I stay somewhere only just within my means. A few months ago I decided that I needed to supplement my income and find someone who could stay half the time. I put out feelers to FB groups and online listings. It's a weird ask but I thought it couldn't hurt to look. I charged below market rate but the first 5 people I saw were clearly untrustworthy or didn't read the ad. Then I met Belle. She suited perfectly. She worke
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
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’
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
*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
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
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
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
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.”
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.