It all started because Steve had decided to take a massage class. Steve, my wife Lill and I have known each other for well over a decade, and we have a very close friendship. At the time Steve booked the class, he had been going out for a few months with a pretty girl who’d been keen to attend - a good thing as it was a couples’ class. She’d amicably broke up with him a few days before the first session. He was at our place for a post-breakup commiseration dinner, and he mentioned that he was bummed he couldn’t attend the class anymore. “Couples only,” he said mournfully. “And it wasn’t cheap either.” “I’ve got an idea,” said Lill. “I’ve wanted to do massage for ages. What if I come with you to the massage course?” Steve looked at me questioning Ly, and I said, “Great idea! That way you don’t have to miss out, and Lill gets to learn massage skills for free!” I was joking but Steve wouldn’t hear of payment for Lill’s part of the course - he was just thrilled to be going. The
So I woke up around 3am and couldn’t get back to sleep. I was looking at my phone when my wife realised I was awake. She asked if I was ok, I said I was just couldn’t get back to sleep. About 10 minutes later I hear her disturb again, suddenly she’s grabbing my cock and kissing me. I felt her reach for some lube and then her slippery hands are stroking me hard and fast. She said to put my hand out, she squirted some lube onto my fingers and asked me to finger her ass. I duly obliged. After a few minutes she said she desperately needs to feel my cock in her ass. So she lays on her back, legs in the air and guided me in slowly. God I love her ass, she’s so tight. I love looking her in the eye as my cock slides in. That mixture of pleasure and pain drives me wild. I started pumping her ass slowly, easing her open. She’s got her vibrator on her clit and is moaning, telling me to fuck her ass harder. I speed up, slamming my cock in and out of her asshole. She starts to come. Her as
I admit, reading your hot roommates diary isn't the most ethical thing to do. But after doing it once when she needed to rush and left it on the living room table, I just couldn't stop doing it. Not only was she a very good writer but the stuff she wrote sometimes read like pure porn. More then once when I found myself horny and home alone I went to her room to grab her diary and jerk off reading up on what she was thinking. I wasn't surprised to read about myself in there, but I do was a bit disappointed that it was never in a sexual content. It was that time again when I felt horny, she would be at work for another couple of hours and it was about three weeks ago since I last read it. My guess was that I would find plenty of material in her diary for a good jerk. I went over to her room and opened up her lingerie drawer where I knew she kept it. Carefully I took out her thongs and placed them aside as to hide my presence before picking up her beloved diary. I walked over to the
This story happened a few years ago when I was at college and studying to be a Geology major.(yeah I don’t fucking know why either) probably what led to me teacher science years later. So geology classes at my university were generally all late at night, or hey were for older students who wanted to advance in a science background, and as such it was mostly a bunch of older men or women in there but like way older than normal college students. They were cool as hell but not like fun. Anyways, most of the classes were held in a super small auditorium setting . Like imagine 50 seats i a. Normal classroom but auditorium style. So I always sat at the back many my self, as I normally did in college, until one day this super cute nerdy chick sat next to me. She had black short hair, glasses and not much of a body, But I was into it for sure, she just seemed nerdy as hell but in a super cute way. Most of the people sat with gaps, cause college but she sat right next to me which caught me o
I have always had a real thing for oral, it’s can be any kind of sex it wants to be romantic, aggressive, useful, hate filled or literally anything else. I love to give but god I love to receive. After getting my clit massaged for hours its been so sensitive and a friend of mine ate me out last night and I quite literally passed out after she ruthlessly went at me with her tongue. Guys, Gals, Nonbinary palls and everyone else PLEASE EAT MORE PUSSY. Anyone who’s up for eating me out I’d be more than willing to return the favour and most women feel the same.
I had a reallyyyy long day last Friday of class and then a double shift at work and I was horny as fuck all day and I just kept getting hornier and hornier as the day went on. I kept wishing I could take a break so I could cum but I was literally slammed with work all day. Somehow right at the end of my shift at work this guy came in who was super hot and idk if he could smell the hornyness on me or what but he instantly started flirting with me. He ended up inviting me to grab ice cream and a drink with him after work and ofc I was down af. His personality was kinda lacking but he was hot and I guess my level of horny kinda excused his lack of conversation ability hahah. He invited me back to his place after our drink and I was soooo fucking ready to get fucked I went right to his bed when we walked in instead of the couch. I think he was pretty surprised and encouraged by that so he went right in for the kiss and minutes later we were naked and making out. He started fingering me an
Before my ex-boyfriend was officially my boyfriend, we were besties. It took him a very long time to ask me out, but we certainly flirted. *I would just like to say in this moment that this man was a precious soul who was super hot. Women really liked him, but he barely seemed to notice.* Before I was officially his “girlfriend” though, he invited me to a wedding as his date and I was thrilled. First off, it was at a fancy hotel in the city. Also, I was super into this dude. So this wedding was with friends he had known since middle school. When I came out in a (*let’s be real real, slightly slutty*) nice dress, he got really excited. He kept talking about how it was the first time he actually had a cool date. *This dude was also a gentleman and a fucking doctor. To this day, I’m very confused about his self-esteem issues.* He was in the wedding so I sat alone. One of the dude’s who sat beside me asked if I was single and I responded, “Well I’m here with that handsome fellow,
Shortly after we got married, I met my then husband’s ex at a reunion. They had broken up very amicably. After talking for a bit, we invited her out for dinner as she would be in town for the next day. The dinner went great, and we had a lot of fun. Afterwards, we went home for more drinking, and during the conversation that followed, the talk turned to sex. She told me I was very lucky to be married to him. She told me some of the fun stuff they had done, and I told her about things we had done. My husband just sat there feeling very proud of himself. Then she told me that she would love to fuck my husband again. I had enough drink in me to consider that; I was having thoughts of fucking either of them at that point. So I said to her that I was fine with her fucking him. Just as long as she had her face buried in my pussy when he did that. She indicated that she was agreeable to the idea by moving over and kissing me. As we kissed, she got my skirts up around my waist and got my pan
There is nothing more mysterious and mysterious than a ridiculous sculpture of a pissing woman. And there is nothing more beautiful than relaxing to watch from the sidelines behind the opus of a pissing wife, girlfriend, or completely unfamiliar lady. And indeed, the statue of the bust of a pissing pava itself is nothing but a thinker, like a doctor of physical and mathematical sciences, crouched in the tormented expanses of a small-sized kitchen over his dissertation. Like a flexible circus gymnast trying to fit her head into a small suitcase, and even stretch out in it, so that it would be comfortable to lie down and turn around from time to time. Look at all this and you will be amazed! How many different nuances need to be foreseen: for example, how to wipe the working surface of the billiard table later, what to put under the French balcony, how to put everything in place and so that nothing comes out, does not wrap up, does not come out where it is not necessary, and where it i
I was leaving the bar with friends and got an uber home alone. The driver was very cute and we started talking about sex and how horny I was but I'm getting older and the boys dont run to me as much anymore, It started to be a bit of a downer conversation but he did his best cheer me up filling me with compliments and things he liked about my looks, the boobs were his favourite.. Some guys love them and some think they are a handful i never win lol At this point I was starting to get wet and reached up under my skirt to touch myself a bit — I don’t wear underwear with long skirts. So I asked him if he liked licking pussy, and he said yes. So I asked him if he’d like to lick mine. He immediately pulled over (it was a pretty quiet street), came into the backseat and pushed my skirt up. I used to watch fake taxi before the main guy stopped doing it (Oh John I miss you haha) and I loved the whole fantasy of it all but I knew it was fake this being literally what I had fantasi
Something I noticed from posting on here is that a large majority of the time the top posts on here will usually be from younger ladies. Don’t get me wrong, nothing wrong with that at all but it just makes me wonder - what’s wrong with us older ladies? We’ve got a lot of fun to give too. We have all the experience. With the amount of cock I have sucked over the years I know how to make a man cum within thirty seconds and steal his soul in the process. Maybe this confession isn’t as spicy as “I had sex with all my teachers in one day” but I thought I’d try to bring the sub back down to earth a bit with a more normal one. It’s my date night tonight and my date is taking me out to dinner. He bought me a new pair of boots that he calls hooker heels. I’m wearing them tonight with my outfit, of course matched with no thong. He still hasn’t seen me in them yet but I know he is going to love it. We are going to have super hot anniversary sex when we get home and I’m
So I've been in a relationship for a while and I have, let's say, urges. Mostly to fuck other women, but also to play around with my sexuality. I've had a couple of one-off things but I'm very keen to keep my relationship on safe ground. Chatting with local guys here on Reddit, I found out about a pay-to-play bisexual sex party in suburban London. Big house, lots of play rooms, a dozen or so girls and lots more guys. I decided to give it a go, as it seemed fairly low risk and seemed a good way of scratching multiple itches. I went along, paid up, put my clothes in a locker and walked around the house in a towel. There were a lot of men – a lot more men than women – and quite a lot of people touching me as I walked past. There were a few older women there and women there as part of couples, and only a handful of women my own age (mid-20s). I allowed an older man to suck me off, because he was very persistent, but I was realising that I was mainly horny for the women. The biggest room
So this was years ago when I (28m) was in college. I'd gone over to a friend's house, let's say her name is Violet, to drink and blow off some steam after a particularly rough round of midterms. We'd do this on a fairly regular basis with a whole group of friends and roommates, getting absolutely trashed and going over our classes and tests since we were in the same major. Now, Violet and I never had a thing despite her being absolutely gorgeous. Petite blonde, nice body, funny, but I just never had any desire to have sex with her. Besides, she had a long-term boyfriend (now husband) who is an awesome dude to hang out with. Violet's sister Pink, on the other hand... Tall, curvy, brunette, just a great body, very open, and one of the biggest flirts I've ever met. She was a year below us in college and was always present for our drunken escapades since she was living with her sister. I swear basically all the men that were ever over or in the group wanted to be with her at one point
Couples who live monotonous lives often break up. And, all due to the fact that the "wife" did not want to try, and the "husband" was afraid to ask. Therefore, rarely does anyone live for at least a year, because. troubles, disputes, scandals begin in the family, and husbands in most cases go to the left. Women, by the way, are no exception. My husband is not afraid of diversity and it makes me happy, because. if I was afraid, I don’t know what would happen to our relationship. I have never considered myself one of those who, on quiet family evenings, after taking a shower, turn off the lights, go to bed and quietly do what they consider shameful under the covers. If I or my husband did this, we would probably die of boredom. Our house where we live is populated all the time by old grandmothers who watch our every step. What time did they arrive, what time did they leave. It seems that while we do not see them, they are standing behind our backs or eavesdropping at the door. I do n
After two years of bad financial decisions, including going to an expensive college instead of a local state school and renting an apartment alone, I was broke and needed money fast. My landlord let me fuck him once to cover the rent, but he couldn’t afford to keep doing that. I went down to the local strip club to apply, but the place smelled like cigarette smoke and stale booze, and all the guys looked depressed and creepy so I left. I went home and used the last bit of my credit card limit to buy some cheap lights on Amazon, and I made an Onlyfans account. Soon I found out Onlyfans is fucking hard. You can put up all the sexy pics you can take and show your butthole, but you need to actually market it like mad, and the good NSFW subreddits are already flooded by OF sluts. And customers are damn cheap, they beg for content like it’s my duty to show them my boobs for free. Cunts. Rent was coming due, and I had nothing, so I bit the bullet and went back to the strip club. The man
My old roommate, John, had been out shopping, leaving me alone in the apartment. I had decided to indulge in my favorite pastime, watching erotic videos and pleasuring myself. Just as one of the performers on screen began to pleasure her partner, I heard the telltale sound of the front door opening. **I froze.** My fingers still buried deep inside of me as I turned to see John standing in the doorway. Our gazes met, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment and arousal at being caught in such a vulnerable state. We had known each other for years, since high school, and while we were close, we had never been romantically involved. As the silence stretched between us, I scrambled to cover myself with a nearby blanket. John simply stood there, one eyebrow raised in amusement as I stuttered and stammered, trying to come up with an explanation. "Save it," he said finally, his eyes sparkling with humor as he placed his shopping bags on the kitchen counter. "Don't mind me, I'
I was 20 when I met K. I’d taken a seasonal gig at some shitty big box store over the holidays in a pinch. After sweating through my first couple days, she’d spotted me and been more or less the only one who backed me up when I inevitably needed help. We were fast friends and she ended up introducing me to some other people she hung out with from the store, namely her girlfriend G and their other friend, A. Despite being a shamelessly horny 20 year old, finding out that K was a Lesbian instantly shut my mind off to the possibility of trying to sleep with her. I’d never knowingly met anyone who was gay to that point, but in my mind a relationship was a relationship. And seeing as I wasn’t attracted to A, we instead formed a neat little friend group. Most days were spent slinging knickknacks and overpriced wine to housewives who were flattered when I had to ID them at my register. At the time I was your classic skinny white boy with long skater hair and a good jaw line. So every once i
You found me on the Internet. We talked about the books of Milan Kundera and Henry Miller, the philosophies of Michel Foucault and Erich Fromm, films about war and the desire to love people in spite of any grief. We met and our eyes said to each other what the lips did not dare to say. Without words, I agreed to give myself to you, to fall into your confident hands. You never once hinted at what exactly you would do with me when the bedroom doors closed behind us, but I knew that this would be an unusual sm - session. With a familiar gesture, I extended my hands to you and you snapped the handcuffs on my wrists. At first, the unpleasant cold of the metal was quickly replaced by an unexpected feeling of freedom: from that moment on, I ceased to belong to myself, you took me the way you wanted and I wanted only one thing - to dissolve in you, to be one with you, to get out of the shackles of imposed ideas, and I experienced this I was able to get off the ground and fly. You hit me
Going to a female massage therapist is more comfortable. I lift heavy and regularly in the gym, so I get work done every few weeks. Today, I got my glutes done, which usually means I wear just a thong or g-string. I didn’t think, but I was wearing grey underwear. I’ve gotten wet a few times when she’s massaged my hamstrings and glutes, although this time, I’m certain she noticed the wet patch, since I placed one knee higher with my foot pressing against my inner thigh. I wouldn’t say I’m overly attracted to her, but her touch and me being in just my underwear and going through moderate pain makes me feel submissive. It builds fantasy while I have work done and I’ve fantasised about light BDSM scenarios. You can’t fight how your body reacts when stimulated..
This will be a bit of a shorter recount compared with my normal, but here it goes Went on a first date with a cute, early 20s Asian a few weeks ago, flirting led to discussing kinks and things each of us have tried. Turns out she has always wanted somebody to rim her, but has never asked anybody previously to do it as she was worried about getting rejected and it being a bit weird. I ended up just saying to her if she wants to go for a little walk through the botanical gardens we could probably find somewhere quiet and I'll do it! (To paraphrase) At first I think she thought I was joking/bluffing, but we went for that walk, found a little spot hidden away, of which there are many if you have ever been in Adelaide, and I got her to lift her dress, got on my knees, pulled her panties down to her ankles, and slowly began to lick her cute tight little hole. Turns out her theorised kink was accurate to what got her juices flowing, and with a little bit of a slow circular motion with a fin