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
Thursday. I stopped by to see my old friend, German Borisovich—we went to medical school together, but he'd later gone into private practice. He'd opened a small office on the outskirts of town, where he saw patients with the most delicate problems. German was a forty-five-year-old man, lean, with long, musical fingers and a perpetually squinting gaze that somehow made his patients uneasy. His white coat fit him perfectly, revealing a starched shirt underneath. I'd just dropped in for a chat, a cup of coffee from his old Turkish coffee pot—the office hours were already over, and he'd dismissed the nurse. We were chatting about trivial matters when the doorbell rang insistently. Herman winced and glanced at his watch. “Who’s going on there?” he muttered and went to open the door. A girl of about twenty-two stood in the hallway, wrapped in a long cloak despite the warm weather. Slender legs in black stockings and expensive shoes peeked out from beneath the cloak. Her f
okay so this happened a few months back and I still laugh about how it turned out I had been seeing this guy, let's call him Ryan, for about a month. total sweetheart, a little nerdy, the type who had strong opinions about video games and made playlists for every occasion. we were still pretty new and figuring each other out. one saturday morning he came over while my parents were out. or so I thought. we were in my room with the door cracked because that's just the rule in my house, religious family, you know how it is. we were messing around slowly, keeping quiet, being careful. then the power went out. I went to check on things and realized my mom's car was gone and my dad was outside doing yard work. we had the house to ourselves basically. I went back to my room, shut the door, and we didn't waste any more time. he went down on me and I was genuinely not prepared for how good it was. he was doing this thing with his tongue, tracing patterns, taking his time, and I was trying
**Everyone in this story is over 18.** Hello! As promised, I’m back with a big update. Not to spoil anything, but you can probably guess from the title lol. Getting right into it: The past few days have been awesome. As fun as it was sneaking around with Bri, it’s way easier now that everybody knows. It feels great to just be able to text her whenever, and plan a hang out without needing an excuse. Our friends group chat has been blowing up. Ruby was bragging about how she knew all along, and my guy friends have been giving me props. Stevie and Rich were asking if Bri and I had done it yet, but I just said I wasn’t one to kiss and tell. They said that means no lol. Of course they were right, but I didn’t tell them that. I guess I’ve been wondering a little: are Bri and I actually dating or not? I know we said that’s just our story… but what’s the difference really? But I keep reminding myself that it doesn’t matter. I’m happy and she’s happy. We’re hanging out and hooking up. If we
Third week with a new trainer. I signed up for him myself, having seen him on Instagram: tall, broad-shouldered, with a look in his eyes as if he already knew all the most embarrassing things about me. Vadim Romanovich. A former champion in some martial art, now the most expensive personal trainer at the Platinum club. They said he's tough. They said he'd show results within a month. They didn't say anything else. The first training session is hell. The second is a humiliating hell. He doesn't ask, he commands: "Five more," "Faster," "Are you weak?" And the worst part is, I do it. I can't stop. He looks at me, corrects my technique, places a heavy palm on my lower back, and a treacherous warmth spreads in my lower abdomen. I started wearing the most protective clothing so as not to give myself away by shaking. This morning I broke my diet again. Just one croissant and a latte with syrup, but he always knows it with some kind of animal inst
Those were hard times, but charming in their own way. I was working at the time for a company that sold everything from Turkish knitwear to computer diskettes. There was money, but there were also plenty of headaches. That's how I found myself in a reserved seat carriage on the Moscow-Kurgan train with a briefcase stuffed with cash. An astronomical sum by those standards—about twenty thousand dollars, I think. I was taking it to a business associate with strict instructions: don't meet anyone, don't drink, and don't leave the carriage. I chose a reserved seat on purpose—to blend in among the common folk, rather than be seen in the sleeper car, where every Tambourine punk identifies business travelers by the scent of their cologne. I rode on the bottom berth, pretending to be a tired worker, and gazed out the window at the passing birch trees. The boring town of Kurgan was still about eighteen hours away. At one of the stations—somewhere beyond Murom, I think—SHE floa
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always been a sex-positive person and a firm believer in “we listen and we do not judge” when it comes to sex. I had a share of my wild experiences, mostly from my teens and twenties. At that same time, I always thought that to have a really good sex (and I mean REALLY good), some deeper connection, both emotional and intellectual, is a must. I, a 35 year old man, also believed that much younger women are just not my thing. That was until I met M. We met on random while we were both vacationing by the sea. Turned out, we both came there because we needed a getaway, a small break from day to day. She seemed kind and nice. We talked for a bit, all SFW and friendly, we got a good banter. As we were saying goodbye, I asked her what are her plans for the evening, just out of curiosity. She planned to get a beer somewhere. Coincidentally, I had that same plan, so I asked if she wanted to meet later at a bar that got recommended to me. We exchanged numbers and decide
I’ve always kind of known I was a slut. Even before I ever did anything for real, I was constantly thinking about it. I’d sit in class and daydream about being used, or walk around in little crop tops and short shorts pretending I didn’t know guys were staring. But I knew. And honestly, I loved every second of it. I’m 18 now. Petite, blonde, with perky C-cups and a body that gets stared at almost everywhere I go. I still live at home, and something about acting sweet and innocent while secretly being the biggest slut just turns me on so much. It makes everything feel hotter, like I’m getting away with something. That’s exactly how I felt the night I walked across the street to my neighbor’s garage. He’s older, probably mid-twenties, super hot, kinda rough looking, and he’s always given me these looks. Like he knows I’m trouble. That night, he had a few friends over and they were drinking in the garage. I showed up wearing tiny shorts and no bra under my hoodie. I said I was just look
I don't write much about my early sexual experiences. But I have written openly about my former strict religious upbringing. You see, they have to raise whores somewhere. I'd often house-sit for families from church when I was just out of high school. Babysitting was never my thing. But a whole house to myself? Yes, please. Alone. Young. Bored as fuck. *And so fucking desperate.* Online orders fixed that for me over time. I will never forget that first cheap plastic Amazon purple vibrator dildo. And how hard I came in their bed while fucking myself in awe of the pleasure. Legs spread wide open. Completely naked. It was so forbidden. And hot. And intense. I kept fucking myself endlessly in their bed. I hope her husband smelled a young pussy on those sheets when they came back from their vacation. I've ordered boxes of ass plugs, dildos, vibrators, lingerie, nipple clamps to their homes... and I fucked myself in their kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, living rooms... I became
So last night I finally got a reply from this girl telling me that she wanted to come by and grab her panties as her boyfriend would be back in town soon. I was getting ready to head out on a date with another girl I had be messaging, but I quickly blew her off since I’d been going crazy thinking about this influencer non stop since the weekend. I’d even jerked off to her photos online an embarrassing amount and knowing that I still had her dirty panties in my possession got me even more aroused. Needless to say, she had me fucking obsessed, and I was desperately craving this nasty anal bitch so bad I’d have done anything to see her again. It was pretty late by the time she showed up at my apartment. My cock had been rock hard in anticipation since her message and I couldn’t resist slowly edging myself a few times to her profile to the point where my balls were getting blue and sore. I tried to play it cool but I was already a leaky cum brained mess by the time I greeted her at the d
Oh god, I fucked my best friend's son last night and I'm still trying to process what I've done. I'm Karen. I'm 44 years old and I've been best friends with Lisa since college, like over twenty years of friendship. We've been through everything together - marriages, divorces, raising kids, all of it. Lisa has a son named Ethan who just turned 25. I've known him since he was literally born. I was at the hospital when Lisa had him. I've watched him grow up his entire life. Ethan is 6'2", athletic, confident, and apparently he's been wanting to fuck me for years. Years. And last night he finally got his chance when Lisa asked me to let him crash at my place. Let me tell you how I ended up betraying my best friend in the worst possible way. …. Lisa called me three days ago asking for a favor. Ethan was moving to my city for a new job and needed a place to stay for a week while his apartment lease started. Could he crash with me? Just a few days, he'd be no trouble. I said yes immed
So I live with Emma, we all call her Em, she is my good friend and we have known each other for awhile. We share a three-bedroom apartment which is a bit bigger than we actually need. Anyway. Last evening we were baking some brownies, the kind that makes you laugh if you know what i mean ;) We were both pretty stoned and we started watching Seinfeld, honestly our comfort show. Em has a short blonde hair, green eyes, alty, she is pretty petite and flat but in a way where she also has her abs showing, she is also bisexual. I on the other hand have black hair, am around F cup which sometimes can be annoying and am also into alty aesthetic like her. She was wearing some shorts and a tank top which showed exactly those abs i described earlier, I was looking at her like a horny teenager. She started teasing me about it, i got red in the face and she pointed that out too. Being completely defeated I just became one with the couch and let my body go. With that motion I noticed my legs touch
Alisa and I lingered after our last class in the half-empty classroom. It was already getting dark outside, the building was deserted, and only our voices echoed off the high ceilings. You, Andrei Viktorovich, were sitting at the teacher's desk, shuffling through some papers and frowning discontentedly as you looked at our empty report cards. Alisa was wearing a low-cut knit top with a hint of a lace top underneath, and a fitted pencil skirt that fell just above the knees. She wore suede ankle boots with a sturdy heel. I arrived in a semi-sheer peach-colored blouse tucked into black high-waisted trousers. I wore pumps with a thin stiletto heel. On the table in front of us sat three cups of cold coffee and an open box of chocolates—our modest bribe. "Girls, this won't work," you sighed, leaning back in your chair. "The semester is ending, and you're both failing my class. How are you going to pass it?" Alisa and I exchanged glances. Honestly, we both knew
So I’m 19, a sophomore, I used to share apartment with Mark and that was super fun and crazy, now I’m sharing this off campus apartment with a girl who’s honestly a total smoke show. We hit it off day one because we both have zero shame. I grew up in a super progressive, "clothes optional" kind of house, so I’m basically always walking around the place in whatever I want. She’s totally fine with it and usually joins in, so the vibe is always super relaxed and open. Last Friday night was just on another level, though. I was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, completely naked and just watching some random Netflix doc, when she pings me saying she’s heading back from the bars with her guy. Honestly, I was feeling pretty lazy and a little bit worked up already, so I just grabbed a throw pillow to "cover up" and stayed right where I was. It covered most of me, but definitely not enough. They stumble in, clearly a few drinks deep and totally into each other. I just wave and go,
I (19F) uncomfortably in my seat as I heard my boyfriend Mark get into the shower in the bathroom upstairs. Leo, (23M) my boyfriend's roommate had walked over and sat down right next to me on our two-person sofa. Leo had this knack for doing small things that got under my skin. Leo is a fun, outgoing person that easily puts a smile on others and has this radiating confidence about him that makes people like him. "Hey Sarah," he said with a slight grin. "Looks like you two really went hard today." Mark and I run a fitness coaching business and we just finished a boot camp in the square across the street. Today's session had been particularly intense, a total body workout that had me completely drained. "We were," I admitted, leaning my head back. "I’m wiped out. And starving. I just hope Mark doesn’t spend an hour in there so we can finally grab some food." "You know his routine," Leo grinned. "He treats that shower like a spa day." I smiled because I knew he was right. MMark was n
Back in the day, I was in a poker league that was started with about 10-12 of our closest friends. I was single at the time, and every Saturday we would meet at a different person's house. We’d play poker, drink, smoke weed, and hang out, usually watching a hockey game or two or having a campfire outside, depending on whose house we were at. It would always be a blast; very rarely did I not have a terrible hangover the next morning. My best friend since elementary school, Derrick Johnston, and I were two of the better poker players in the league. His wife, Arianna, was in the league, and occasionally, Derrick would invite his younger sister to the game if we were short a couple of regulars. Her name was Heather, she was 3 years younger than us, and I had known her since elementary school. She was always the coolest, friendliest chick, and she and I always got along great. She had a warped sense of humour, very dark and sexual in nature, and she would always join in whenever the gro
I (F24) decided I wanted to end my hoe phase. So I went on a super sweet first date. There was dinner, great conversation and lots of laughing meanwhile he was a gentleman the whole time: he opened doors, paid for dinner, and offered to drive me home. When we got to my apartment building he parked and we started making out. It was getting really hot and heavy, his hands were everywhere and my dress was riding up my thighs. That’s when I told him I’m not that kinda girl and that I wasn’t planning on sleeping with him on the first date… but I was so turned on so I offered to suck his cock instead. He did not hesitate to pull it out so I leaned over the console, taking him in my mouth. He was thick and rock hard, and I was getting wetter by the second as I was bobbing on him. Halfway through sucking him I just couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my mouth off his cock with a *pop*, I looked him in the eyes and said “fuck it.” I climbed over the console, pushed my panties to the side, and
Back when I was a senior in college, 22, I matched with this girl during a super busy stretch of work and a massive dry spell. Our conversations were pretty bland due to my workload but I convinced her to get breakfast with me at a local spot on campus, which felt impressive to me because it did not seem like she was interested. When I got there though, it was a totally different impression, you'd have thought we were talking for weeks. She was super bubbly and excited to see me, giving me a hug as soon as I walked in. She looked even better than in her profile, it was clear she had worked out a fair bit since she took those photos. She had on a pair of tight jeans that accentuated her large ass and a lower cut shirt under a leather jacket that she had undone just enough so only her cleavage was visible. This was enough to get me going, but given we had done no flirting and it was 9am, I decided to play it safe and stuck to the typical first date stuff. The date went fine enough from w
My name is Alexander, and I was 19 years old when this happened. Anna, my older sister, was 24. We had always been close — closer than most siblings, I guess. Growing up, we shared everything: secrets, late-night talks, even the same bathroom when we were kids. But after I turned 18, something shifted. I started noticing her in ways I never should have. The way her tank tops clung to her full, perky C-cup breasts when she came out of the shower. The curve of her hips in those tiny sleep shorts. The soft sway of her ass when she walked around the house in just a T-shirt and panties. She had long, wavy chestnut hair that fell down her back, smooth olive skin, and these big hazel eyes that could make my stomach flip. Our parents had gone on a two-week anniversary trip to Europe, leaving the house to just the two of us. It was the middle of summer, hot as hell, and the AC in our old house barely worked. That Friday night, everything changed. I was in the living room watching some min