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I'd been home for three weeks, and I was losing my goddamn mind.

Not because of the small-town boredom that crept into my bones every time I visited. Not because my mom kept asking about my grades, her eyes filled with that hopeful, expectant look that made me want to scream. It was him. It was always him.

Liam walked through the kitchen in nothing but gray sweatpants, his hair still wet from the shower, and I forgot how to breathe. Water droplets trailed down his chest, catching in the light dusting of hair that led from his navel down into that elastic waistband. He didn't even look at me as he reached for the coffee pot, his back muscles shifting with the movement.

"Morning, squirt."

Squirt.

I was nineteen years old. I had a C-cup and an ass that made guys on campus walk into doors, their eyes practically glued to me as I passed. But to him, I was still the annoying little stepsister who showed up two years ago with too much luggage and too many questions about everything.

"Mo... continue reading

If you want to know when I knew, it wasn’t going to be a normal afternoon? The second I heard Tessa say “I’m not kidding, Sienna, it’s freakish” and the sound of both sisters laughing out on the terrace. If you grew up with even one sister, you know that laugh: the kind where they’re absolutely talking shit, you’re the “shit,” and if you want plausible deniability it’s best not to ask.

I finished pouring the iced tea. Used her mom’s fancy glass pitcher, the one with lemon slices getting stuck in the spout. It was June, hot, and I still had my shirt stuck to my chest from the walk back. The house was all open windows, cheap rentals pretending to be Malibu, the air stinking of sunscreen and the ocean three blocks away.

I should say here, Tessa had been my girlfriend for maybe a month. She was the kind of girl who made everything look easy: sun-blonde, always tan, lip gloss on point even at breakfast. The kind of pretty where every other girl in the group chat got mean about it, but she... continue reading

(19 at the time of story)

A lot of girls really like big cocks. Including most of my friends. They’re always talking about how they need to be stretched, how nothing under seven inches is worth their time, how they can “feel the difference.” I used to nod along like I agreed. Truth is, I don’t. I never really have. I don’t think you need a big one to have good sex. I think most guys who are packing just rely on the size and forget how to actually fuck.

I met Cameron and stopped pretending I didn’t like it average.

We matched on an app. He was cute in a normal way, nice smile, good arms, the kind of guy who looked like he’d actually listen when you talked. We hung out a couple times, made out on his couch, and the third time his hand finally slid down the front of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties. I never do. The second his fingers dragged through how wet I already was, he made this low, surprised sound against my neck.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.”

I just pushed his hand deeper and k... continue reading

There’s a lot of downtime in a California suburb if you’re a college student who’s not, like, actually in college half the time, which meant I lived with my dad, his new wife and my nineteen-year-old stepsister. Most of my time I was either gaming in my room, lifting in the garage, or doomscrolling on my phone in search of anything remotely interesting. The algorithm, as always, delivered.

It started the usual way: an Instagram spiral. A hot girl account led to another, and another, and then suddenly it was all TikTok thirst traps and “subscribe to my OF for the good stuff!” in the bios. Nothing new. The surprise was how one girl, in the wild tangle of curvy influencers, looked so familiar that I almost dropped my phone.

She was in a white halter crop top and a tiny tennis skirt, giving the camera an over-the-shoulder “caught me” smirk. Her hair was long and glossy, nearly black, and her makeup was natural enough to make you think she didn’t care, but perfect enough to know she did.... continue reading

I work for a convenience store and I have a few homeless people that come in and I’ve grown attached to some of them. One in particular is a 20 year old girl that’s completely adorable. I had a birthday a while back and she was in jail for something stupid. Today I saw her and asked her since she missed my bday if she’d consider a late bday present for me. She asked like what. I said let me motorboat your titties. She looked surprised I said I’ll even kick in $20 for you. She said hell yeah so we went to the men’s room she took off her top exposing her cute tits. Her nipples are inverted and I put cupped them telling her how much I liked them then put my face between them and motorboated her titties. She laughed a little and I played with them a little more. I had to get back to work but as promised I have her $20 and she got her drink and asked for my number and went on her way.

It was very fun.... continue reading

So it was last Wednesday, and as I moved the clothes around my gym bag for the third time, pushing aside the little pleated tennis skirt and thin cotton T-shirt, I knew I had fucked up.

Thirty minutes earlier, stepping out of the shower, I’d thrown my tennis outfit into my bag and pulled my jeans up and over my butt without underwear. I was running late, and I was *sure* I’d thrown a pair of clean white underwear into my bag, so, nothing to worry about, right? I’d just get changed at the gym.

Wrong.

Looking into my gym bag and seeing a complete lack of panties, my heart was starting to race, imagining myself lunging for the ball, my skirt flying up around my waist. Or worse yet, diving to make a return and ending up on my back, my legs falling open and spreading me. The worst thing was that I was playing with Matt, one of my oldest friends and my de facto tennis coach, and the court was booked in five minutes.

I wondered whether to call it off, but I didn’t even know where to begin... continue reading

“What, really?” he said from the other end of the couch, raising his eyebrow in response to my joke. “You’ll suck it if we win?”

“Sure,” I laughed, putting my feet up on the coffee table. I was just joking, of course. We’d always been like that; making jokes and being silly. That’s just what friends did. Anyway, the team might have been winning, but we were ranked one of the lowest in the entire World Cup, and I’d seen enough games to realise how quickly things could change. “Why the hell not?”

“You promise?”

I stared at him, a little surprised at how serious he looked, but once again I realised he was joking. I mean…we were friends. “Sure,” I said. “I promise. If we win I’ll get down on my knees and–”

“Wooo!” he shouted, standing up and punching the air as the opposing keeper let the ball into the net. “What a goal!”

I don’t know much about football, but in the multiple replays that followed, I had to admit that the way the ball curved through the air and seemed to weave its way... continue reading

There are probably healthier ways to help someone get over a breakup, but possibly none as effective (or hot) lol

Everyone on our little desk island knew that Tom had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and we were all trying our best to tread carefully around him, making sure not to make any jokes about how much it sucks being single etc. For the most part, we had been doing well, but he had still been staring into space or going out to “grab things from the car” multiple times a day.

It had only been a week since the breakup, and almost everything seemed to trigger him, so when I saw the calendar reminder pop up on his PC screen–”VACATION WITH JULIE!!!!”–I knew he was gonna be kinda fucked.

Sure enough, he stared at his screen for a moment then just pushed his chair back, standing up from his desk and walking toward the little supply closet down the hall. I watched as the door closed behind him, expecting him to reappear quickly with a handful of pens or notebooks. But he didn... continue reading

The reunion was exactly as awkward as I expected—people I barely remembered trying to one-up each other with job titles and vacation photos, the DJ playing songs that hit different now that we were all pushing thirty. Mary and I ended up orbiting each other most of the night, the way we used to. She looked good. Really good. That athletic build she always had from soccer had filled out nicely, and her tan skin still popped against the simple black dress she was wearing. We caught up in bits and pieces: her job in marketing, my boring corporate gig, how her marriage was... fine, I guess. She didn't elaborate much.

After the official event fizzled, a few of us hit a bar downtown. The vibe there wasn't much better—loud, half-empty, everyone checking their phones. Mary stuck close, laughing at my dumb jokes a little too easily, touching my arm when she talked. I told myself not to read into it. She was married. I was seeing someone semi-seriously. Old friends, that's all.

Around midnight... continue reading

My neighbor, Sami, and I became close friends at a young age. Sami was two years older than me. We played games and explored in a woods. We talked about everything. A tree house was our hangout. It was actually pretty nice and had a door and windows. We would hang in there for hours. We would discuss our hopes, dreams, fears and each other. It was our own private place.

As we grew older we became curious about each other’s body. Due to being older, Sami started to have those feelings before me. She got me up to speed fairly quick. She easily found a way to keep me interested. We played doctor and found other ways to sneak a peek. We thought we invented the, you show me yours, game. It was very innocent, but very exciting too. We both knew we were up to something not allowed, but didn’t really understand why. It is our secret, and it pulled us tighter together.

We laughed at things we see. Sami’s older brother, Randy, was an easy target. We spied on him trying to make out with h... continue reading

His name was Jordan, twenty one, total nerd with thick glasses, messy dark hair that always looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and those baggy graphic tees that hid how surprisingly toned his arms were from carrying all those textbooks. We met at a party. I was in my usual attire: tiny white crop top, no bra so my nipples were already poking from the AC, and a pair of shorts that accentuated my athletic legs and ass. He was quiet, sipping a soda in the corner, quoting some old sci-fi movie. Cute, sure, but I wrote him off instantly. Too shy, too nerdy, not the type who would grab me and fuck me stupid. I smiled politely and moved on.

My best friend Mia, though? She zeroed in on him that same night. Next morning she texted me a voice note that made my jaw drop.

“Girl… his cock is huuuuge. Like nine inches, thick as my wrist, and he’s so fucking tender I came three times before he even finished. You need to get a piece of that.”

I laughed it off at first, but the way she kep... continue reading

Mike and Carol, early 30s, moved in across from us about a year ago and we became instant friends. Carol worked in the doctor's office my wife work in and Mike is a golf pro at the local private golf club. He and my youngest son became good friends and now he gets free lessons and playing privileges.

Carol is a talker and quickly shared personal information about her and Mike and their journey together. Not long after they got married, Mike was diagnosed with testicular cancer. He was able to beat the cancer but it left him sterile and impotent so no children. Both were disappointed but excited about adoption in the future.

One Saturday evening, we had Mike and Carol over for dinner and to hang out. After eating, my wife, Kat, wanted to show them our vacation pics from a few weeks ago. We all settled in the living room and Kat connected her phone to the TV.

She was going through the pics, talking about them and not paying attention to her phone. She was just looking at the TV, sw... continue reading

After becoming a massage therapist, my first job was with the university I graduated from. I would be working with the athletic department, helping student athletes with their needs.

After working with several people, both men and women, I started working with a softball girl, Ali. Ali is a 22yr old senior catcher for the team. She's an All American and the best player on the team. During fall workouts, she was having hamstring issues. My job is to get her back to normal by the time the season starts in a few months.

Ali is a very hard working lady. She is determined to get better than before the injury. She pushes me almost as hard as I push her. She is determined but also fun to work with.

Ali doesn't have much of a filter. She would tell me to work the shit out of her and didn't give a fuck how hard I am on her. Hell, she would even fart like a man and just laugh about it.

Ali is a short and stocky blond. She's a plain girl that doesn't wear makeup and has that, girl next doo... continue reading

"Hey Mr K, it's Sara. I got your number from dad. I'm home for the summer and was wondering if I could use your pool, just like the good old days?"

"Oh hi Sara. Great to hear from you. Sure, you're more than welcome to use the pool. I'm not home but the back door is unlocked. Feel free to use anything you need in the house."

"Thank you Mr K, you're the best."

I hadn't seen Sara in a year and barely in four years before that. Once she was in high school, she became a recluse and only left her house for school and emergencies it seemed. I was out running errands and wouldn't be home for a few hours so she had the pool to herself.

When I got home, I had forgotten Sara was supposed to use the pool. I went into my bedroom and heard music. I looked out and saw Sara sitting, reading a book. She looked totally different than the last time I saw her. She had turned out to be a beautiful 19yr old woman. She looked just like her mom.

As soon as I recognized her, Sara stood up facing me. She... continue reading

Last year, when my son told us he'd broken things off with his long-term girlfriend, our family was heartbroken. Me, I was mostly sad about not getting to see that girl in a bikini again. I was luckier than that, though, because about a week after the breakup, she popped up on one of my hookup apps. She looked gorgeous as ever in her pictures, even had some taken on my boat. I was planning on just saying hello, but we hit it off, and before I knew it, we were arranging a date.

A nice day at sea was the perfect option if we wanted to spend a lot of time together without fear of being seen. And clearly, we needed to get away, because after two years with my son, she was impatient to fuck someone who could really make her cum. We already knew each other. Knew this wasn't about romance, or flowers. She didn't even wait until the harbor was out of reach to take her top off. She was blowing me while I took her to the secluded beach we always used to go to as a family. It was okay, though. I... continue reading

I don't know why I started going back to this coffee shop. Yes, I love their coffee, and yes I love the place. but what I hate about it, is the barista itself. He won't smile, he doesn't look me in the eyes when serving my coffee and just says thanks without looking back. Isn't rude to treat a customer like that? Then I thought he was being like that because he may be an introvert and a silent guy. Until one day, I realized that he was only doing that to me. I saw him smile at the group of high school students as he gave them their orders. They giggled. And I know they ordered here just to get his attention.

Just like me.

Yes, I've been attracted to him, since day one. But he's very distant and won't even say hello when I'm here. I'm getting frustrated now. How to get a guy like him to notice me? How to get your attention?

It was late in the evening, and no other customers except those men outside smoking. I saw him alone at the counter, with few lights dimmed, a... continue reading

House party last night. Hella people, lots of fun. Plenty of booze. Went with the homies and the girl I’m good friends with who sometimes fucks me is there too. Looking hot, as always.

So shits going well, feeling loose, having a good time, and go outside to grab a smoke. Homegirl follows me out to have one too. What is it about a girl smoking a cigarette? Maybe it’s just me.

“Whatcha think, gonna get laid tonight?” She asks me. “Oh, who knows. I’m just tryna party” and I really was! “Well, if you do, use a condom! I’m the only one you should be fucking without one”

Kind of bold of her to say that, but I kind of liked it. “Good point, I don’t think I have any though. I have some in my car, but I left my car at [friends name]’s house, he drove here”

“Well, looks like you only got one option then…” she said with a smirky little smile. She knew. There was a brief moment where we each kinda looked at each other, then I thought fuck it and shot my shot. “Quickie?” I asked. “My car” s... continue reading

My husband has been saying that he likes surprises and when I take him by storm just doing stuff randomly in a sexual way, so I thought I would surprise him with a blowjob while he was sleeping.

We went to bed this night, and I waited until I could hear him snore a little bit. I went down on him and pulled down his underwear and took his cock in my mouth. I’m not gonna lie, it must have been one of the sloppiest blowjobs I’ve ever given him, it turned me on by the thought that he was asleep. I was trying to make it a as quiet as I could, he was hard as a rock.

After around 10 minutes of sucking, I could feel him putting both of his hands behind my head and pushing me towards his cock making me deep throat it. It took about another five minutes before I felt his cock pumping out all of his come inside my mouth and I swallowed it all like a good girl. He thanked me 1000 times and told me that I should do this more often.... continue reading

So this happened a while back. My friend’s and I decided to go out to a club. At the club I noticed a girl kept staring at me and she walked up to me. She was very beautiful and had a nice curvy figure wrapped with a tight red dress. She started twerking on me and she kept touching my bulge through my pants. She insisted that we leave and go to her place. So I told my friends I was going to a girls place and they started hyping me up.

So we got an Uber and went to her apartment. We started making out as soon as we walked through her door. We got to her bed where she took my pants off and started sucking my cock. I was moaning loud and could tell she enjoyed doing it. I told her I wanted to fuck her and she insisted she just make me cum with head. She pulled her dress down and revealed her tits. Her tits were big and round. It was obvious they were fake.

When I told her again that I wanted to fuck her, she said she was trans. I was caught by surprise because she sounded and looked su... continue reading

I love cock but only normal cock. No horse dick.

For all the men that think they have a small cock.

You don’t. I would much rather fuck you than a horse dick. I am 5’2” 115 lbs. You’d think I could handle a massive horse cock. But for me, anything more than 6 inches hurts and is absolutely no fun.

I’ve tried a massive cock before. It was very disappointing. I wanted to see what all the rage was about. The sex was painful, every position was excruciating. I felt broken, sore and I didn’t even cum.

My pussy must be extremely narrow and short and I can’t be the only woman shaped like this. I love cock that I can swallow in every hole and cum on it multiple times. All I need is a good 4 to 6 inches and a some girth and I’m the happiest slut in the world.

My ex was massive to me and stretched my tight little pussy out every time he entered inside me.

I just love normal cock and I wanted all the guys out there (89% of men have a 4 to 6 inch cock) that... continue reading