My wife has LL and mine is through the roof lately. Her initiation has essentially gone to zero, but we’re still having sex maybe 2-3 times per month and I can get a blowjob anytime I ask. I kinda hate to ask, it feels selfish, but she’s incredible at sucking dick so it does cross my mind regularly. Anyway, we have this chair in the office that she’s given me a few blowjobs in the last 6 months. I’ll tell her in the morning that I’d love a blowjob during our lunch break and she’ll come into the office and fix me up. The chair is sorta Pavlov for us lately. We literally call it the Blowjob Chair. Last weekend we were thrifting and saw a very similar chair. She joked walking through about giving me a blowjob in it. So we bought it for our bedroom! This morning before our shower, I tested the theory that if I was sitting in the chair she would get the hint without asking. And that’s exactly what happened. She was on her knees with me in her throat within seconds. Came on her face
My name is Pasha, I'm thirty, and I work as a plumber in a private office. I'm 187 cm tall. I have strong arms and a broad back. And I've got a pretty big dick, too (22 cm)—women are always stunned when they see that thing for the first time. Thick, long, with a red head, like a fist. Basically, a monster. A woman named Tatyana called, her address was in a new building. She said the pipe under the bathroom sink was leaking, and the neighbors downstairs were already knocking. I grabbed my tools and headed over. The door opened—a blonde woman, about thirty-five, with a striking figure. She was wearing a short, silky blue housecoat, tied at the waist. Her legs were long and smooth, clearly someone who took care of herself. Her breasts were prominent beneath the robe; she must be a C-cup, at least. “Come in,” she says in such a sweet voice, “I’m already exhausted, the water is dripping.” Her name is Tanya. I went into the bathroom. The room was small, bright, clean everywher
My best friend is named Sabrina, and we are (or maybe were) very close. I always saw her like a bro, even though she is a very feminine lesbian. Our conversations were like two guys talking. She gave me total freedom to joke with her. When I met her, I was still dating, but I always spent more time with Sabrina than with my ex. When my relationship ended, I got even closer to Sabrina. Our friendship was kind of “colorful,” but without any intention from my side, because I love our friendship and I fully respect her sexuality. Now getting straight to the point: Sabrina had been talking for days about a woman she was interested in having sex with. The problem was that the woman is straight, so Sabrina asked me for help on how to approach her. Sabrina asked me to message the woman on WhatsApp pretending to be her, because she thought a “male kind of flirting” might help convince a straight woman. It kind of worked. Luckily the woman was very sexually open, but the problem was that ev
Haven't posted in a while, but here's one of my sex encounters I haven't yet posted about. Going to give every detail I remember, so sorry if it's a bit long! So I was 18 years old at the time, and it was the summer right before I headed off to college. My friend group and I always went on each others' family beach trips, so this time it was my closest friend's mom who had planned a trip to take all of us (me, my brother, my best friend, and our other close friend went). It is worth mentioning she was married to my friend's dad - but he was in the military and deployed at this time. Now let me tell you about my friend's mom.... everyone always had a crush on her. She was the hot mom that everyone would talk about. A lot of this is because she was younger (she had my friend when she was just 16), so she was only 34 at this time. She had thick brown hair, very tan year-round, small tits, tiny waist, but a HUGE ass and thick thighs. She was so damn sexy!! So we get to the hotel
Fuck, that was so wild. Even now, when I think about it, I get goosebumps and something deep down inside me clenches. My name is Lisa, I'm a second-year student, and just so you understand, I've always been a good girl. Until I met him. Andrey Viktorovich, our track and field coach. A huge man of about forty, with arms the size of my thighs and a mug that never smiled. He was a real dictator in the gym. If you were late, he'd run extra laps; if you missed a time, he'd work you off twice as hard. In short, he was a butcher, not a coach. Honestly, I was terrified of him. But I also respected him, because thanks to his methods, I really got into shape. And that's where I got myself into trouble. I was hanging out with my girlfriends, then my exams came, and I just ditched three practices in a row. I thought, well, I'll go, apologize, make some excuse. Who cares. He caught me in the hallway after class. "Zaitseva," he barked, making me jump. "I'll
*Everyone in this story is 18+ and fully consenting.* Sometime around Thanksgiving last year, I was working dinner service and had just put the check folder down on the table of an older woman and who looked to be her son, who at the time I thought looked like was in his mid-twenties. The woman, who if I had to guess was in her late 50s, caught my eye and motioned for me to lean down so she could whisper something into my ear, so I leaned down and waited for her to speak. The words she said took me aback. As an attractive female working in an environment with many wealthy men, I had been propositioned and flirted with countless times, but this was a request I'd never encountered, especially coming from a woman. She whispered, "I know this might sound crazy, but my son has never been kissed by a girl before, and I think you are so cute and wanted to see if you would kiss him for a $500 tip." My eyes must have flown open as the shocked expression took over my face while I quickly st
I still get a twinge in my balls when I think about that Tuesday. No, seriously. In my line of work, of course, you see all sorts of things. Women look at you completely differently when your man isn't home. But not like THIS... I was invited to a job site at 14 Lenin Street. It was a woman with a... you know, languid voice. She said there was a leak under the sink, I had an adjustable wrench, but my hands weren't in the right place. I'm a simple guy, 35 years old, I've been doing renovations since I was twenty. I'm used to women either turning up their noses at me or, on the contrary, clinging to me, because a man in the house is a man. The entrance is a typical Khrushchev-era building, third floor. I ring the doorbell. She opens the door. And then I froze. About twenty-five, no more. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun, with a couple of loose strands falling down her neck. She was wearing a short, terrycloth robe, blue and worn, tied at the waist. And that
So I know this is probably tame compared to a lot of the posts on this subreddit, but I needed to tell someone. I finally met my long distance boyfriend in person and we ended up having sex that night it’s been about two weeks and we’ve had sex every night but he hasn’t once touched my clit even though I asked if he could. Finally, 24 hours ago, I asked if he could finger me, I showed him where to put his fingers and told him what I like, then I let him do his thing. At first he was missing the clit and I thought it was cute but then he found it. There was too much friction and not enough glide so I asked him to put his fingers in me to use my wetness as lube basically. He fingered me for a little bit, and it felt good, then he went to my clit. He started slowly and warmed me up, but by the end, he had me gasping for breath as he shook his hand back and forth rubbing my clit quickly with just enough firmness. All of a sudden, I feel myself cumming, and I’ve never came with a partner be
The last time I posted was years ago, when I was the gloryhole at a sex party. You can read about that in my post history. After the sex party, Ted and Mandy kept asking me to attend their parties. They even suggested more private affairs where I would be the sole focus, but I needed a break and, honestly, I just didn't feel the need. It's like my libido went to sleep. Next thing I knew, I hadn't had sex or dated anyone in 3 years! Then last weekend a couple I know from the swinger community, Dave and Laura, who I still kept in touch with, invited me to their house warming party. Well I showed up and hung out. I ended up drinking too much and next thing I knew it was late, almost everyone had gone home, I was drunk and in no condition to drive home. Another couple had stayed, Adam and Rachel, and they offered to drive me home. We were sitting there in the living room, when the topic shifted to more personal questions. Adam and Rachel have also flirted with the swinger lifestyle, and
So me (M52) and my wife(F47) ended up finally agreeng to buy a beach house for ourselves this year. Seeing we did not know any agents down on the gulf we searched and found one who had great reviews and upon talking seemed like a great fit for us. She worked with our schedule and set up 6 showings the second weekend of Jan with some great options. We drive down and meet at her office. Lets just say she was fucking hot! As we were being driven to the first showing my wife texted me "I want to see her naked and I know you do baby". I just brushed it off since this was business to me and not a fun time that would end in everyone naked. Showings one through 4 "T" our agent was professional yet there seemed to be a certain tension. On showing number 5 she was more flirty with both of us which my wife was eating up and giving back. I was just taking it all in. So showing number 6 came up. It was a 7 bed 6 and a half bath with everything we wanted plus some. The flirting was more and then "T"
I need to tell someone what happened tonight because I'm losing my mind and I don't know what to do. I'm Claire. I'm 41 years old and I've been divorced for about a year now. I work as a freelance graphic designer from home which pays the bills but doesn't quite cover everything, so I babysit on the side for extra cash. I've been babysitting for the Morrison family for about three months now. They have a seven-year-old daughter named Emma who's sweet and easy. They go out most Saturday nights and I come over around 6 PM, put Emma to bed by 8, and then I have the house to myself until they get home around midnight. It's easy money and honestly I like having somewhere to go on Saturday nights instead of sitting alone in my apartment. What I didn't expect was their older son coming home tonight. His name is Ryan. He's 25 and he doesn't live there anymore, has his own place across town. I'd never met him before tonight because he's never been around when I've been babysitting. But t
I’ve had this flirty thing going a guy, Rich, who goes to my gym. We followed each other online, would end up chatting in the gym and from there, I asked about his basketball videos. Tbh, I know nothing about basketball. It seems ends to end exciting, and the guys are very athletic, that’s good enough for me. I learned Rich is in his last year of University and is… 22. I’m 37! I literally get off on being the older woman. I’ve had a few experiences where I can give myself to a 20s guy and I can barely articulate how it makes me feel. It’s the psychology of; has he ever been with a woman who reaaaally knows what she’s doing in the bedroom or even a much older woman?! I wished him luck for his Sunday night game. I joked, “maybe you’ll get lucky if you win.” “There’s nobody to get lucky with.” He quickly added he’s speaking to a girl from a tennis team. OKAY, competitive me = activated. I wanted to outdo her. He said she’s hot and cold. I asked if s
I want to share a story that happened to me several years ago. I was dating a guy at the time, his name was Alexander. We were together for about a month, but during that time we weren't intimate because we were constantly surrounded by his friends. One day, Sasha went away on a work trip for a whole week. The next day, two of his friends came over and suggested we go for a walk along the river. I was hesitant, not really wanting to go, but they insisted, and I agreed. As the evening wore on, the embankment became less crowded. The beer I'd had relaxed me a bit, and I stopped worrying. My friends seemed friendly and sociable, and I didn't feel threatened by them. Everything was going fine until the beer ran out and one of the guys went to the store. I was left alone with Denis—that was the name of the other guy. He suggested we walk a little further. At first, I refused, but he was persistent, and we went. He took my hand and led me down a narrow path toward a deserted a
So I had kind of a slutty semester last spring. Like 11 guys maybe 12. I stopped counting. My roomate thought I was such a slut. She loved it. Sometimes she was in the room pretendding to sleep. None of it was that great realy. Just guys from parties or tinder or a TA. They'd cum, I'd probably fake it, and then I'd be lying there thinking about whatever. Maybe the last guy. I started thinking maybe I was just over it. Like maybe dick wasn't gonna do it for me anymore. Cool. Whatever. Anyway I was staying with my mom's friend Maureen for the summer. And this guy Alex was staying there too. He's a friend of Maureens too or something. I actually knew him when we were kids like 15 years ago. We used to play together when our moms hung out. I remember telling my mom I was gonna marry him lol. So he shows up and hes... fine I guess? I mean, cute. Swimmer. Kinda quiet but nice. weirdly shy. I mean, I kinda wanted things to be like when we were kids, but that's weird, I know. But then I st
Under the shadow of her grace Exactly one year had passed, long and thorny, since the moment Anna, my sun and my torment, left for another. His name was Artyom, a self-confident senior, and I, just her timid classmate, watched their happiness from the sidelines, like a bright but inaccessible picture. My whole world narrowed to her smile, her laughter, the flicker of her chestnut hair in the college corridors. By spring, a shadow of thoughtfulness had settled in her eyes, always so clear, and her laughter had grown quieter. The story unfolded itself, harshly and routinely: Artyom, having graduated, had left for his hometown without proposing marriage, or even a heart, or even a seat next to her on the packed train. He had simply vanished from her life, leaving silence in his wake. But autumn brought other changes. Returning to school, I saw that Anna had been transformed. A smooth, careful grace had appeared in her gait, and the contours of her figure revealed a soft, rounded line o
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
--- I read the text from Tasha: “Bingo. I just moved back. Where can I find you?” I smiled, and typed, “At dinner tomorrow, obviously.” I met Tasha the next day at an upscale restaurant a few neighborhoods over from me. Tasha looked… somehow better than when I first saw her. She greeted me with a smile, a big hug, and a gentle kiss on the cheek. We spent a lovely dinner talking about our lives since we last saw each other. It had been nearly ten years, and so much had happened. She went to law school. A little about losing her mom, too. About the work she was doing now at her firm. She asked me about my work, my moves all over the country, how I was feeling well and settled back in the city where we both went to college. We both dated people, sometimes longer than we would have liked to, and they didn’t work out. The entire conversation, she never took her eyes off of me, and I never took my eyes off of her. At one point, I reached out to hold her hand for a moment and she gri
"Darling, get ready quickly! We're going on a yacht!" Innochka excitedly rushed around the room, packing her things into a large beach bag. Towels, swimsuits, various creams, a hat! Innochka put on her hottest swimsuit... two white triangles on her breasts, one on her pubic area, and the rest of it just strings. Shorts on her butt, and she's ready to go. I was captivated: a slender body, small breasts, but with sharply protruding nipples, visible through the contours of a mini-swimsuit, which emphasized her assets even more clearly. I constantly wanted to look at her and admire her. Slender with very long legs, a thin waist and a delightful butt, she looked sexy! Her boss's jeep pulled up to the house! Deputy Chief Sergei was driving, and Second Deputy Chief Viktor was in the back seat. I was seated in the front seat, and Innochka in the back seat between Viktor and Pyotr Petrovich! Sergey turned up the music and pressed the gas pedal! And with the music so loud,
My name is Daniil, I'm 21. Summers at our father's dacha were always a strange mix of boredom and tension. Especially after he married Irina two years ago, and she burst into my life—Maya, my now half-sister. She was 19, and she was the embodiment of everything that both drove me crazy and terrified me. Not the kind of beauty you see on magazine covers, but a real, natural beauty. Bright red hair that she always wore in a messy ponytail, freckles on her nose, and gray eyes that could see right through you. We lived in the same house, our rooms separated by a thin wall, and I could hear her tossing and turning at night. We constantly bickered over trivial things—who washed the dishes, what movie to watch—but beneath this game of "evil brother and sister," something else smoldered. Something forbidden, something sharp, something that took our breath away when our hands accidentally touched at the dinner table. We both felt it. The estate stood on the edge of an old, de
When I was in my junior year of college, I lived in an apartment with one roomate, Jen. We had been roomates since our time in the dorms, and were super close. We would go to dinner with each other's families, go home with each other on some weekends, and all sorts of other things. One weekend, she let me know that her brother and one of his friends were going to stay with us as they toured the college. Both were seniors and 18 at the time. I knew her brother Ben somewhat well from my time knowing Jen (yeah, the rhyming names were a running joke for us), but I didn't know his friend Mark. They showed up Friday afternoon, and we took them to dinner. We planned a night in with a couple friends coming over, drinks, snacks, and hanging out. Ben has always been super shy, he was a tall, skinny guy, dark mid length hair. Mark was more of an average build, sandy brown hair and blue eyes. We were all sitting around drinking and we started off by telling embarrassing stories of Jen in front