We agree that I’ll stop by her place and pick up the rest of my stuff. Just some clothes, knick knacks and a tooth brush. This time it’s for good. Really. She greets me at the door in pigtails and a thin sundress. Voice soft, eyes wide, arms twisting shyly behind her back. Twirling around on her toes like she’s got a secret she wants you to pry out of her. A true coquette. She looks so cute. I should have prepared for this. Two weeks ago we agreed to take a “break” because I was too much a coward to break up with her outright. The distance has done me good. A weight has lifted off my chest. No more arguing, no more games…. The only thing I really missed was the sex. And now she’s trying to drag me back in. Like a succubus. She’s in my space. Watching me pick up my stuff. Trying to corner me. Talking soft and gentle and sweet. Emily is used to getting what she wants. Tall, thin, small breasts, monster ass and thighs. A southern belle, she’s got an innocent look that
It seems any time my girlfriend and our friends are drinking, I end up naked. That's exactly what happened recently. We were all at my girlfriend's house drinking. It was me, my girlfriend, and five girls. We decided to play truth or dare. My girlfriend was giggling a lot so I knew she was up to something. It started off slow. We were kissing each other. Everybody's shirt came off. But then, during one of my turns, things got a bit crazy. I said dare and one of our female friends said, "I dare you to let me handcuff and blindfold you and have one of us fuck you." I was so surprised that she said that. I turned towards gf, because it's up to her whether I fuck other women. She told me to go for it so I said, "Fuck it let's go." gf was in charge of getting me naked, which she did very quickly. My dick was so hard. I got so excited being naked in front of other people. I sat in a dining chair that was placed in the kitchen. Then she blindfolded and handcuffed for me to the chair. She an
My whole life changed after my wife, Innochka, graduated from law school and got a job in a law firm. I started noticing a change in her life. No, she didn't act any different around me. She just started paying more attention to herself. She started going to the tanning salon, and the fact that she was tanning in a swimsuit was obvious from the untanned stripes on her body, although you couldn't really call what she was covering herself with a swimsuit. Her fingernails had grown noticeably longer, and her nail polish had also become a more aggressive, bright red, as had her lipstick, which matched her nails. Her lips were naturally plump, as if pumped up by something, and she said her lipstick matched her nails. She stopped wearing tights, only stockings. If she wore a business suit under a skirt, she wore stockings with elastic bands, and if she wore pantsuits, she wore stockings with a garter belt to hold them up. Shoes or boots were strictly stiletto heels. She had to buy
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
I can’t sleep. It’s eating me alive, and I have to get this out. That morning my wife’s best friend walked in on me getting out of the shower. I was naked, dripping, towel in hand. She froze. Stared. My cock—thick, heavy, hanging low—was right there, and her eyes locked on it. Wide. Hungry. I could’ve covered up faster. I didn’t. All day she kept glancing down. Every outline in my shorts, every shift—she bit her lip, crossed her legs. I knew she was wet. I was half-hard thinking about it. Then my wife left for lunch. My wife’s best friend was at the kitchen sink. I came up behind her, pressed close, asked if she was still thinking about it. She pushed back. Ground against me. I yanked her shirt up, shoved my hand in her panties—she was soaked. Two fingers deep, and she moaned. I pulled my shorts down. Rubbed my hard cock along her, then pushed in slow. She gasped, “You’re so big—” I stretched her open inch by inch until I was buried deep. I fucked her hard against the counter.
*Names and locations changed. This is the one story I’ve never told anyone.* I was 32. I’d been with Sarah for almost two years: long distance, New York to Providence. She was very hot, but very religious, like actually religious, not performatively, which I respected but could be a challenge. But a couple of years in, our situation was long distance and I was living in corporate housing in Rhode Island, working on a client engagement that was supposed to be three months and kept extending, and I was wound pretty tight. I’d been dealing with it the way I deal with everything: I ran. Marathon training. The idea was that if I exhausted my body enough, it would stop asking for things. The night in question- I’d just finished a brutal day at a Boston conference. Eight hours of stakeholder management, which if you’ve never had the pleasure is basically smiling while people who don’t understand what you do explain your job to you incorrectly. Then a ten-mile training run that morning, be
My boyfriend’s family is super close, so I’m over all the time. His sister has been my low key crush since I met her. We flirt in that “is it joking?” brushing hands, compliments that linger, changing in front of each other when I sleep over. Last weekend we’re all at their parents’ house. Boyfriend runs out for pizza, parents at the neighbor’s. It’s just us in his old bedroom “looking for his yearbook.” Door shuts. She sits on the bed, pats the spot next to her. “Truth or dare?” I pick dare. She smirks: “Kiss me. For real this time.” I do. Soft at first, then deeper, her hand sliding under my tank, mine in her hair. Next thing I know tops are off, bras gone, her mouth on my nipple while I’m gasping into her pillow that still smells like my boyfriend. She pushes me back, peels my shorts off slow, fingers tracing everywhere she’s been staring at for months. Slides two inside me easy I’m soaked curls them perfect while her tongue circles my clit. I come fast, legs shaking, biting
Violetta Alekseyevna was a fifty-three-year-old woman with a strong character and a well-developed sense of self-worth. She had been the hospital's chief physician for over ten years and was highly respected by her colleagues and patients. She had been married for many years and had an adult son who had long since moved on with his own life. Violetta was a woman of strict principles and strict rules. She always maintained strict discipline and expected the same from others. She was an intelligent, educated, and successful woman who knew what she wanted in life and how to achieve it. But despite her strict character and high standards, Violetta also had a secret that no one knew, not even her husband. She experienced unusual arousal when visiting the gynecologist. Moreover, she did so more often than was necessary. Unlike many of her colleagues, she preferred to undergo examinations not at the hospital outpatient clinic, but at a private clinic where a male gynecologist worked. I
I always thought smell was the most important thing. Hot stone, oak whisk, kvassed bread for steam, and honey. And underneath it all, the scent of clean wood, warmed by human bodies. "Margarita's Bathhouse" was an expensive place, private, where people didn't just come to wash. They came to remove the crust from themselves, the one that accumulates from money, negotiations, and the eternal rush. And I, Marina, twenty-two years old, was part of this ritual. His name was Artyom. This was his third visit, and always only to me. Not the kind of brute who jumps in with his hands, no. Silent, with dark eyes that looked not at his body but right through it, as if searching for some kind of flaw within. Today he was especially exhausted. His shoulders were like boulders, his neck tense. I worked silently, the classic way. First, warming up, lightly tapping with a birch broom soaked in a basin of fragrant infusion. The steam room hummed like a living beast, the heat envelopin
I shared a flat with a girl in my university, who was pretty chill and awesome overall. Definitely the quiet type but not like I'm super extroverted either so it works. Was pretty impossible to hide my sex habits from her and she's been surprisingly chill about it. Few years ago, in one December we we chillin just us. Drinking wine while watching a movie. Don't remember how but we were talking about masturbating cause she's caught me before and I asked how she is so sneaky about it (ofc she started off all like "I don't masturbate" lol) I'll skip the convo but we masturbated together. Like full on spread facing eachother and telling eachother about our turn ones. We got super into in so much that we touched our pussies together. Things got super sticky. She was telling me about something that turned her on that she didn't want to say cause she thought I'd get mad. I kept poking. She told me it made her wet how easily I've picked up girls in the past, and she was envious of them, w
We've been best friends since college, over 15 years. Shared everything: breakups, bad dates, late-night vents. There was always this underlying tension, little flirty comments we'd laugh off, lingering hugs that lasted a second too long. But we never acted on it. She got married young, I dated around, life happened. Fast forward to last year. Her marriage imploded – guy cheated, the works. Divorce finalized a few months ago. She's been a wreck, but strong as hell. I've been her rock: endless texts, takeout nights on her couch, listening to her cry it out. I'd crash on her sofa sometimes after too many wines, wake up to her making coffee in those tiny shorts and tank tops. I'd catch myself staring at her curves, those full hips, perfect ass, the way her tits strained against the fabric when she reached for something high. But I kept it locked down. She's my best friend. It started small. One night she was complaining about feeling unattractive. I looked her dead in the eye and s
First time posting a story here, and it’s a good one lol. This happened relatively recently back in November. It was the weekend before my campus’ Thanksgiving break, so me and about five friends decided to do some bar hopping. Helped that I finished up all my classes this semester so they wanted to hold it in my honor, lol. Anyway, among them was my one friend, I’ll call her H. She’s a year younger than me, and we were close but never super close (at least before this 😉). She’s super cute but I never thought of her more than a friend, plus she has a boyfriend in the military. After a few hours we all walk back to the dorms. Both of us are definitely not drunk, maybe just a bit tipsy at this point so I just have my arm on her shoulders to keep her steady. We fall a little behind as she’s talking about how much she’ll miss me next semester. Eventually I feel her hand reach down and full on just grab my crotch while saying how she always thought I was cute, and always wanted me at her
Remember Mark, my sugar daddy who catfished me on Hinge, ditched me at a Miami swinger club to get used by strangers, used my little sister Ashley (18f) for a night, and got me to sleep with his son Tim when his wife came home early? Yeah, that asshole. Last week, he texted me out of nowhere: “Kayla, sorry, but this isn’t working. You’re just too much for me. I need something more exclusive and stable.” I laughed so hard I almost choked. Too much? From the man who got off watching cum leak out of me while his friends took turns on me? Yeah, sure, he's most likely just stressed his wife is on us and getting suspicious. Well, I still had his son’s number. Tim had been sending me “hey” texts with blushing emojis ever since that night I spent with him, clearly dying for more. So I hit him back: “Hey cutie 😉 Your dad and I are done. Wanna come over to my place tonight and hang out?” Instant reply: “Omg yes please.” He showed up an hour later, looking shocked when I opened the door in my
So my coworker Jenny, and I have been flirty for about a few years now. It went from office jokes to admitting attraction one office gala party more recently. She looked stunning in her dress and I couldn't stop staring at her sexy legs. We talked and got very very flirty and suggestive. Afterwards I walked with her back to her hotel room (we were on the same floor). As I said good night she asked if I wanted to come in. I smiled and hesitated, considering if it was a good idea. But I'm not making good decisions so I went in. She pulled me into a corner and asked if I was kinky. I smiled and told her I'm probably more than she could imagine. My hands caressed her ass and I turned her around and began feeling up her and down her front. I lightly blew on her neck and told her I was going to help undress her and then say goodnight. I helped unzip the back of her dress. I undid her bra, running my fingers lightly up and down her back along her spine. I slowly pulled it down until it was ar
To start, I’m a man who enjoys a decent backstory, so if you’d like to skip right to the dirt, find the line.Back in my sophomore year of college, I had recently been dumped by my first and only girlfriend. It was a high school thing that didn’t survive the college experience as so many don’t. This left me with three things: a bruised ego, a starving cock, and an over abundance of time on my hands. The first two I simply tried to remedy with frequent nights out at the bar, but the excess time left me a bit listless.I was studying STEM but had always had a passion for writing, so I decided to submit a short-story to a college sponsored contest and somehow ended up as one of the finalists. Next thing I know I’m receiving information about some event I’m supposed to attend in which I will meet other finalists and read a portion of the story in front of a crowd. Not exactly my scene, but fuck it, my ego could use the boost.The night goes by without much excitement. I read my stuff along w
I shattered my ankle skateboarding three weeks ago full cast, crutches, can’t even pull my own pants off without help. My roommate (the one who’s been eye fucking me since move in day) volunteered to be my “nurse.” Every night the routine: he helps me hobble to my room, sits me on the bed, carefully peels off my hoodie, then my leggings or sweats, always super respectful, eyes averted, hands gentle. I’ve been in just panties and a tank underneath, nipples hard every time because the tension is killing me. Tonight I’m extra frustrated. pain meds wearing off, horny from boredom. He’s kneeling to slide my yoga pants down, fingers brushing my thighs more than necessary. I catch his wrist when he gets to my hips. “Look at me.” He does. Eyes dark, breathing already heavier. I let go, lean back on my elbows, spread my good leg a little. “You can touch if you want.” That’s all it takes. He doesn’t ask twice. Pants off completely, panties hooked with his thumbs and yanked down slow. Ta
My stepmom made me to have sex with her in front of her friends Yeah ik this sounds like a fantasy and fake being written by a teenager and I again don’t blame you for thinking this is fake. This had only happened once and her friends are nice to me so I didn’t really mind this. My stepmom’s friends were over for their book club and were drinking wine. What I’ve learned from going through my stepmoms book collection is that some woman have very fucked up book selections. Anyways I was chilling in my room kinda waiting for her friends to leave cuz my stepmom promised to fuck me when they left. She called me downstairs and Selena Sarah and Pam are my stepmoms friends. Sarah asked me do you really have intercourse with your stepmother to satisfy her. I looked at my stepmom and she said it’s ok I told them they don’t believe me. I said yeah. Pam said I won’t believe it till I see it. My stepmom looked at them and said we can have sex in front of you and you can keep ur shirt on if you wa
Looks like I've caught the writing and reminiscing bug. This is something that happened a few months ago and was an absolute mindfuck for me. Probably the hottest and most draining single encounter I've ever had. She knows about this profile, so if you're reading this, T, hi 👋 Sex starts at /// for the lazy and horny Like some of my previous posts, I had an r4r for post up on reddit looking for a FWB (boy is it fucking hard to find a FWB that you mutually connect with, it seems like all my experiences end in crazy women looking for a thrill. If you're in the bay area and not crazy hit me up lmao). One morning I received an extremely detailed, multi paragraph message about how much she liked what I wrote out, and how she, in her own words, "has the same kink as you, which is quite shocking". The kink in question was breeding; as somebody who's very dominant I find a woman letting me cum deep inside her as much as I want to be the ultimate form of submission. I found it cute how she tim
...She loved taking pictures of my erect penis on her phone. Naked, without panties or a bra, she squatted and photographed it from every angle.... When it sagged, she'd wrap her lips around it again, bringing it to the desired tension, and take more pictures, experiencing indescribable pleasure.... I loved this game. Erotic mode flowed seamlessly into porn mode, and vice versa. After reviewing our sex photos, we'd once again immerse ourselves in the world of fucking, and it was a creative act, because neither of us knew how this madness would end. After the classics, I'd lay Rita naked on her back on the table, spread her legs, drop to my knees, and begin licking my admirer's genitals. I'd lick deeply and wetly, slowly dancing my tongue around her small clitoris, and launching into a swift tango with two delightful petals, deep within which her vagina glowed pink. The dark skin of my beautiful Creole wonderfully set off this pink tenderness into which I entered,
The house felt cavernously empty with his parents gone for the weekend. Alex, home from college for the first time in months, was sprawled on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. At 21, he felt like a stranger in his own home, a sentiment amplified by the muffled giggles and thumping bass coming from his younger sister's room. His sister, Ava, was 18, and tonight she had her whole clique over. He knew them all from when they were just awkward high school freshmen: Maya, a sharp-tongued brunette with a smoldering gaze that was new; Lily, a bubbly blonde who had grown into a figure that made it hard to look away; and Kayla, a quiet, athletic redhead who seemed to be observing everything with a knowing smirk. Around midnight, the sounds shifted. The music lowered, and the distinct, sweet-smelling haze of weed began to drift under Ava's door. Alex sighed. He wasn't a narc, but the last thing he needed was for his parents to come home to a house that smelled like a Snoop Dogg