Okay so I know I am a morally corrupt human being, and what I’ve done is wrong. I am not trying to justify it, but I also don't regret it. I love this sub so I’ve decided to share with you because I am looking for sexual validation atm, when you read this you know why. But I warn you tis going to be a bit of a read, hopefully it will be worth it. I will mark the sexual stuff if you want dont want the backstory. So who am I? Well for this story’s sake I’ll be Emily. I am a 34 year old woman, mother of 4 (last two are twins) and married. Back then I was what to be considered a very attractive woman, a genetic lottery winner. I was (still am supposed) very photogenic, I was also an athlete and even was a semi-professional, which gave me a very tight and fit body. A body I was very proud of and worked hard to achieve. My chest has always been on the larger side, but they were always pointy and firm. When I was 24 me and my husband had our first child, a beautiful baby dau
I'll give you a simple task... And if you like to caress your body so much, then this task will certainly deliver such a desired sensation. Do you have a bathroom? Get into it. Your task is to undress, adjust the water that is comfortable for your body and get into the bathroom / shower. First of all, we will rinse your body and I really hope that you do not need to teach this. Now you have to move away from the stream of water. Now we need shower gel and your free fingers. Squeeze out a drop of the product on each breast and squeeze, pull, pinch and twist your papillae to lather these drops. Thanks to three efforts, they were completely in the foam? Good girl. Now you can rinse. Warm up under the streams of water. We move away again and release the handles. Put a couple of drops of gel on the pussy. Lather. Penetrations are allowed and will even be encouraged. Rinse off the resulting foam and again warm your body with warm water. Nothing complicated,
Loud music beat on her ears, but Sandra still could not understand - she was trembling from excitement or from vibrations transmitted from powerful speakers through the floor to her body. Still, it was not without reason that she did not like this idea from the very beginning, and she did not agree for several months - her friend, Mary, had to persuade the girl a lot. It would seem that this is just to go to a club with a friend whom they have known for many years. Indeed, the task would not have been difficult if the girls were 21 - it was from this age that one could visit such places in Missouri. Unfortunately, neither 18-year-old Sandra nor 19-year-old Mary fit the mentioned conditions. But Mary, to Sandra's surprise, was not stopped by this obstacle - she continually remembered her friends who were ready to get her (and part-time Sandra) fake documents. For Sandra, this was unacceptable - she was from a prosperous family, her father was a prominent businessman, and she was broug
I entered my apartment after work. I got off an hour early so I had made it home in record time, avoiding rush hour traffic. It was 7 in the morning so my roommate, Hannah, was getting up for work. She had moved in a couple of months ago after her roommate had decided to move in with her boyfriend, leaving Hannah without a place to live. My ex and I had just broken up at that point and she had moved out. Hannah was a friend of a friend that I had met a few times before. She seemed to be a nice and responsible girl so when approached about renting out my extra room to her I thought why the hell not. She was a couple years younger than me and was pretty quiet and kept to herself. We rarely saw each other due to our opposite schedules except for maybe a few minutes in the morning as I was getting in and she was leaving, or in the evening when the reverse was true. I shut the door behind me and kicked off my boots at our shoe rack before making my way into the kitchen. The apartment was op
Sweat keeps me sane. Things might be tough now, but if I wasn’t working out, it would be ten times worse. This past week I’ve been a gym sad boy. I go to group fitness class and work harder than the instructor thinks I can. Then I stretch, get my shit, and leave. My mom has been in the hospital this whole week and I feel like I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I’ve read that single men in their late twenties don’t fare well in terms of mental health, but I’m so down all the time it’s hard to meet someone. I figure if I can get in better shape and up my confidence, I’ll have a shot. As for now, I’m in a vicious cycle. I don’t know if you’ve ever been without physical touch for a long time, but it’s driving me crazy. Hugging my mom while she lies in a hospital bed is more for her than for me at this point. I want to feel a woman’s touch: to feel her soft curves press into me and hold on tight. I want to be desired. I also think desperation is the strongest cologne. So I keep my h
My little sister Denise (29) and I bumped into each other at a party at my coworkers lake house. A friend I met at work and have known for years owns a big house on the water and throws these massive parties. The drinks flow, the music bumps, everyone has a wild time. My pal invites me for one of his epic summer gatherings. At the same time, my little sister Denise is getting invited to the same party by a gal pal she works with. Turns out her girlfriend and my pal are cousins. My family is close, as you know. But we don’t live together and we don’t always discuss plans. I had no idea she was going. It’s the night of the party, and there’s about fifty people spread throughout the house, the pool and patio, and out on the beach. I showed up late. My buddy greeted me at the door with a few beers already down the hatch. He offers to introduce me to everyone and we start making our way through the crowd. After greeting everyone inside we went out onto the back deck. As he’s int
My best friend is a nerd. Full on watches video essays about black holes, gets hyped for board game nights, owns multiple anime hoodies kind of nerd. We've been close since freshman year, completely platonic, never hooked up, never even came close. He's had maybe one girlfriend ever and gets flustered when anyone says the word "blowjob" at a party. It's cute I guess. Quick thing about me. I have great tits. I know that's a weird thing to announce but it's relevant lol. They're big, they sit nice, and multiple people have told me they're "distracting." I bring this up because this man has never seen them and they played a starring role in what happened. Thursday he texts me that he fractured two fingers on his right hand during a basketball game. Splint, painkillers, can't do anything by himself. I drove over, helped him eat, wrapped his splint in plastic so he could shower. Normal stuff. After his shower I heard him call my name from the bathroom. Quiet. Embarrassed. I opened
I want to tell another story about how the most ordinary people unexpectedly discover new dimensions of pleasure. My wife, Irina, and I are 34 and 29. I work in IT, and she's a speech therapist. We're a perfectly ordinary couple: I'm a little overweight but try to stay in shape, and Irina has short brown hair, small B-cup breasts, and a sporty butt. She's shy, but over the years, she's become more trusting of me in bed. Our friends were Pasha and Lena. Pasha was 38, a long-haul truck driver, a big man with a beer belly. Lena was his wife, 31, a brunette with C-cup breasts and wide hips. They were simpler than us, but it was precisely this simplicity that attracted us. Pasha was never shy about his words, and Lena would easily slap me on the butt or sit on Irina's lap and start whispering in her ear. We rented a friend's dacha—an old wooden house with a sauna, a swimming pool, and a huge terrace covered in wild grapes. We arrived on Friday evening and imme
Recently went out to dinner with my wife (32) and one of her best friends(32). Her best friends husband wasn’t around due to work so only she came out to eat with us. The night was like any normal night until after the second round of espresso martinis…. Her best friend, who has always been a bit of a “light weight” started opening up about how her husband and her don’t have the best sex life currently and how she wants to be a lot more explorative like trying anal play or even a threesome since we told her we had a few experiences ourselves. She also said she wanted to start an O.F but her husband was totally against it. Well, that led to her asking if we’d want to see some of her “content”. My wife isn’t the jealous type and we both know her friend very well so it wasn’t THAT weird to say sure. So she proceeded to show us multiple full nudes of her and videos. Nothing overly sexual, just posing fully nude, more artsy than sexual but still, a nude is a nude. Her showing us then of co
Andrei rented a one-room apartment on the fifth floor with no elevator. The building was old, paneled, with a perpetually smelly entryway and neighbors who listened to the television as if it were on full blast. The apartment was lousy, but cheap. And the landlady—a woman with a heavy gaze—wasn't intrusive into his life. Or rather, she wasn't until he stopped paying. At first, he just delayed it for a week. Then two. Then a month. He had money, but he squandered it: bets, beer, some idiot from a dating site who squeezed everything he had on his card out of him. And then she came. Tamara Ivanovna. 45 years old. Plump, with wide hips, a bob haircut, and arms that could clearly carry bags and much heavier objects. She didn't yell from the doorway. She walked into the kitchen, sat on a stool, and crossed her legs. Her high-heeled pump swung in the air. "Two months," she said. "Plus utilities. Total sixty-four thousand." "I don't have any right now,
Okay so I need to get this out because I have been sitting with it and it is driving me insane. I live in a dorm with my roommate and her boyfriend basically lives here at this point. We have this unspoken agreement that whatever happens in the room stays in the room because there is literally zero privacy and we both just have to deal with it. It works fine usually. One night all three of us were watching something and they were on her bed doing their thing, she was on top of him, and it went on for basically the whole movie lol. I was in my own bed, sheet over me, "watching the movie" (I was not watching the movie). I was so turned on watching them and I just quietly took care of it myself while pretending to be very interested in whatever was on screen. I noticed she let him finish inside her which for some reason I could not stop thinking about. We all fell asleep. I woke up early to them going at it again, which at that point I had accepted as part of my morning routine. After
I moved in with my best friend and her husband while I was sorting out my living situation. The three of us got along well, it was easy and comfortable, and nothing was weird until about four months in when my best friend and I were out drinking and she told me she had been thinking about having a threesome and asked if I would be interested in being the other girl. I said yes immediately. She is my best friend and her husband is attractive and I had been living with him for four months and noticing that fact for about three and a half of them. We told him about it when we got home that night. His face was something. The three of us kissed and got a bit touchy and it felt like something was starting, but she pumped the brakes after a while and said she was not quite ready for the full thing yet. But then she said something that changed the next two months of my life. She said she would not mind if he and I slept together on our own, as long as she was not in the house when it happe
Personally, I regretted my MFM experience a lot.) I’ll only tell you about the very first time so I don’t overload you. My husband talked me into diversifying our sex life. Fine, okay. He invited his best friend. First fail — the friend’s dick turned out to be bigger, even if only slightly. I can read my husband’s emotions, so I immediately realized it upset him. Personally I don’t give a damn about size, but male ego is fragile, unfortunately. Second fail — the buddy immediately put his cock in my pussy and you couldn’t drag him out of there by the ears, while the husband was supposed to make do with my mouth. Apparently for men a vagina ranks higher than a mouth, so the husband took offense. But he gave in. Then he got even more puffed up when he saw that the friend had a finger in my ass. You see, I rarely allow my husband that, and here I immediately let a stranger do it — though to be honest, in that situation I didn’t even have time to protest. The fact that his buddy periodic
i was in the middle of getting my pussy fucked when it happened. i was pretty close to an orgasm too. like maybe a minute away. "i have a girlfriend." he said it while he was literally inside me. i had no idea up to this point. we had been talking online for a week, flirting, sending pictures back and forth, made plans to hook up, and he chose to tell me this with his cock deep in my pussy. his timing was genuinely unbelievable. i'd matched with him a few days before. he was cute, forward, didn't waste my time with small talk. we were sexting within like two hours of matching and i was actually so into it. i had been unusually horny lately and i was actively looking for someone new to get fucked by. i'm not gonna pretend i was being selective. he was hot and available and that was enough for me. i'm lazy like that lol. he came over one night. we barely talked. he walked in and i was wearing this little tank top and shorts with no underwear underneath and he just looked at me with
Hi, This happened a few years back. I was in a relationship with an asexual woman (Claire). We had a fantastic connection. We loved each other deeply. The thing is, she was asexual. She didn't like sex. None of it. But we loved each other. We talked together. She knew I needed more. But I didn't want to pressure her to do something she didn't liked or wanted. We were such a good match. We had complicity, everything felt so smooth with her. We felt we could be real to each other, with no need to pretend to be better than what we really were. She came up with an idea: asking my bestie (Jess) to give me blowjobs to satisfy my needs, help me release. I was hesitant at first. Was it a trap? Is she testing me? She reassured me she wanted it. She wanted to fullfill my needs. We spend several weeks talking about it. We were deeply in love and I didn't want to mess our relationship. She understood she couldn't fill my sexual needs. Despite all of that, I was ready to just jerk off when I ne
I’m \[34F\] usually going at myself for ages. Now, I’m not complaining when I say this. I love nothing more than the luxury of playing with my pussy for hours.. teasing myself slowly and softly with my fingers.. feeling my panties become saturated.. edging myself towards an orgasm that will shake my entire body inside and out.. running the batteries dry on multiple toys in one sweet solo session.. However, time is not always so freely available to me to spend playing with myself. I stumbled upon a little trick in my early 20s that, to this day, makes me cum so hard and very quickly. I was laying in my bed on my lunch break, using the only vibrator I had at that time, feeling myself lingering on the verge of exploding with ecstasy, but becoming increasingly more distracted by the time and my nearing return to my desk. Desperate to cum, I looked up some porn on my phone. I highly enjoy watching porn on occasion. That moment in particular, I was fiendish for it. I was craving the sit
I’m 28. My girlfriend is 26. We’ve been together almost two years, but by the time I really started noticing her younger sister, things between us were already falling apart. We barely talked anymore. Sex had become rare and awkward. Most nights she was either on her phone or “too tired.” I stayed because it was familiar, because her family still treated me like I belonged, and because walking away felt harder than just drifting.Her younger sister is 20. From the first month I started coming over more often, she treated me differently. Not cold. Not distant. Too warm. Too attentive. At first I told myself she was just friendly. Then the details piled up.She almost never closed her bedroom door. If she was changing, she left it cracked. If she went to the bathroom, she walked there in a towel that barely stayed up. If she bent down for something, she did it slowly and only when I was nearby. One afternoon my girlfriend was upstairs on a long call with her mom. I was on the couch. The si
I’m a 28 yo male, my wife and I separated a little over a year ago amicably. We just fell out of love that kind of thing but we’re still kind with each other and our families which is a good thing since we have children together. About a month ago I broke my hand at work and had it locked in a cast for about 6 weeks. Since I wasn’t able to do anything like button up my own pants my ex mother in law volunteered to come stay with me for awhile and help me out especially on my weeks with the kids since we are kind of far from my own family. We had a lot of slip ups since we weren’t very used to living together. There was a couple times I’d walk out into the kitchen for a drink in the middle of the night and she would be out there in her underwear or just a baggy shirt doing the same thing. There was also more than a couple instances I’d walk out of my room in the morning in just my underwear sporting full morning wood forgetting that she was also there. One night about 3 weeks in I caug
I was with my girlfriend and her sister. We slent the day hanging out and shopping at an outside mall complex. Her sister was staying the night. I let them have the evening out in the living room while I watched some TV from the bedroom. I got up to refill my water cup at around 11pm and when I walked through the living room, only her sister was awake still. My girlfriend was passed out on the couch. I probably should've had more clothes on than my sleep shorts. You could definitely see my dick print and her sister was looking at me the moment I walked in. I guess its my house, and if I want to walk around shirtless, I can. Her sister walked over and started talking to me. I watched her eyes going all over my body. Who doesn't like a big strong man though? Haha "God I wish my boyfriend had a body like yours." She said. I was flattered, but needed to make a joke. "Well, thank you, too bad big muscles mean I have a small dick?" I said and laughed. She didn't laugh. "I know thats a
I’ve been exercising a lot lately. Maybe a little too much. Like every other gym person out there, I went too hard, too fast. That’s why there’s such thing as progressive overload. I learned my lesson and decided that I’d do smaller weights and sets, and gradually work my way up. All this exercise made my body sore. Everything hurt. Recovery was taking longer than anticipated. I decided I’d go to a massage therapist and see if that’d work. “Take off your clothes, put the towel around your waist, and lay down, stomach first.” I nodded and headed into the changing area. I took everything off, folded it, placed it on a nearby chair, then put the towel around my waist. The massage therapist said I could either put headphones in and relax, or we could do some more intense deep tissue work. I wanted the deep tissue work. I wanted to feel relief. I wanted it to borderline hurt, but in a good way. I saw the massage table in the middle of the room. There was a counter close to the mas