What the fuck. How did I let this happen? What had hornyness driven me to? We were both naked, lying on our backs, side by side on my single bed. The amber glow of the bedside light was warming our bare bodies, our arms pressed together. I closed my eyes, sick with the thought of irreversible boundaries being crossed, nerves and desire making my skin prickle with excitement. It was Julie's idea, of course. It always was. I should have known I’d never be able to out-slut her. All I could do was follow her lead and allow myself to be swept up in it, letting my body–rather than my rational thoughts–guide me. “He’s here,” she whispered, her arm grazing mine as the door clicked open. Julie had told him to come in without knocking, and I held my breath, waiting for the moment that he saw what we had displayed for him. “What the fuck–” His voice cracked halfway through, and although I had my eyes closed, I could hear movement of his body as he pulled back, half turning as if to flee.
“Sarah! Have you put it on yet?” “No,” I said quickly. “Not yet.” “What are you waiting for? It’ll look amazing on you!” “Oh my God, shut up!” I shouted, embarrassment flowing through me. Standing in the changing room, I held the outfit at arms length from me, my hand completely visible through the mesh fabric, wondering how the hell I’d let her talk me into this. Outside, the sound of footsteps, hangers clacking, occasional laughter. Max was somewhere beyond the curtain too, probably scrolling his phone and wondering how he’d been roped into a girls’ holiday shopping trip. I held the outfit up to the light. “Julie, it’s practically see-through.” “That’s the point!” she shouted, her voice filled with glee and mischief. “Fine, I’ll put it on, but I’m not coming out!” Julie didn’t answer. I braced myself, peeling off my clothes, putting them in a pile beside me, and sliding the new outfit over me. The fabric was tight, pushing and pulling across my skin. I stood back from the mi
Hi Everyone :) 22 F. I don't use this account much so I decided to utilize it to post / chat about more NSFW content. I just wanted a place to talk about things without anyone in my personal life seeing it. I've been able to squirt since I was in high school. The first time it happened - from what I can remember was just me messing around alone in my room. I wanted to figure out what felt good. I had an extreme lack of sexual knowledge so what happened later was a shock to say the least. I rubbed my clit a certain way and within minutes a warm rush of liquid came out of me - soaking my hand, arm, and the bed. Part of me was scared but I knew I wanted to do it again. I taught myself how to orgasm in a few ways and got really good at making myself squirt. Fingers, small toys, shower heads, whatever. Every single time it felt like a secret that my body was only sharing with me. Don't get me wrong though... sometimes the cleanup was brutal lol. With my ex it happened a couple of times b
Sexy time starts at (——) below. Halloween parties in college are always fun. Who doesn’t love letting their inhibitions down and getting in a funny costume, and having a good time. Not to mention all the girls in slutty costumes (personally, my favorite part of Halloween, but I digress). It was another spooky fall Halloween, and I was into my second year of grad school. My class was around 150 people, so you more or less knew everyone, but there were still some people where you had really only said hi too, or saw in passing. Our school always had a Halloween party for our program, so all levels of the program would dress up, go to a bar downtown, and let loose as we inched closer and closer to finals. I had always been a little cautious about hooking up, particularly because the class was so small so rumors spread quick. (Yes, grad school is just high school 2.0). Nevertheless, I’m a relatively good looking guy and did well for myself in undergrad (tall ish, blonde, athletic bu
So I (m47) am a pretty recently divorced dad. Was married for 23 years and have a 22-year-old daughter, and my marriage went downhill a long time ago, but we finalized our divorce last summer. (June 2025). It’s been pretty cool. I feel free. I have really dedicated myself to the gym and have made some pretty amazing gains in 7 months of hardcore lifting and putting the right things in my body. I’ve always been a pretty handsome guy, but I feel I look the best in my life. I’m 6’3”, 215 pounds, give or take 5 pounds, and I have a nice apartment, and it’s been fun. I’ve gone on a few dates, and they have gone pretty well. The only problem is I have gone on dates with women in my age range. Within 40/45, and they all want serious relationships. It is so obvious. The sex is so vanilla, and they clearly just want to get married because they feel they are running out of time. Which made me someone who was married for half my life. I kind of want to enjoy being single and having fun. So fast
--- 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
Having a physician conference in the Inland Empire was brutal. Two days of listening to lectures at various conference rooms had my neck feeling awful. By the last talk of the 2nd day, I started scoping out an Asian Massage Parlor to get a nice release... of my neck. I found a spot in a run down strip mall down the street and made my way after the talk. It looked like every other massage parlor in a desert suburb, but the girl who opened the door, Elena, was a different story. She was younger than Wendy, with an athletic build and a pair of black scrubs that couldn't hide how toned she was. She had her hair up in a messy bun and had a more radiant look in her eyes. Maybe she was just new and hadn't had the many interesting experiences of an AMP. I paid the 1 hr rate upfront, and as soon as we got into the room, the vibe changed. The AC was humming, struggling against the desert sun outside, but inside it was cool and dim. "You look tense," she said in broken English. I didn't even
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
Unfortunately she lives in another city where our company has another branch, about an hour and a half away from me, so since that conference there was never a convenient time for us to get together for another hookup, although we've kept in touch and remained friendly. But when I wrote that story last week about the hookup with her, it got me really really craving more sex with her. I reached out to her last Tuesday and asked how she was doing and how her holidays were, and after we had exchanged some pleasantries and caught up, I told her that I have been running missing about how great our hookup at the conference was, and how maybe we should get together soon for an encore. She said that sounded like a great idea - and then asked what had gotten me thinking about that? "Just craving some younger pussy again?" She asked me. I debated for a moment what to say, and then thought, fuck it, might as well be honest. I told her how something I really get off on is the online exhibitioni
"Name and date of birth?", he asked, routinely. "I'm Koz, January 5, 1986.", I said, bored, since I'd repeated that about five times since I'd come in. "OK sir, I'm going to need you to undress from the waist down. You can leave your shirt and shoes on but just have your pants hang out below your knees. Then I need you to lie down on that medical chair and I'll lower it.", he said. "That one? The one...with restraints on the side?", I asked, a little surprised to see a chair like that in a doctor's office. This wasn't a urologist office I'd found on FetLife after all. "Yeah that one. We like to make sure our patients stay still during the procedure", he confirmed. "I'm helping the doctor today I'll show her in shortly. Lie down, take a deep breath." I did as he instructed, internally grinning about what a weird sight I must be for a fly on the wall - limp-dicked-ly lying flat on a medical chair, shirt on, but bottomless with my pants and underwear hanging by my ankles, a bright LE
Over the Christmas holidays my wife's phones started acting weird. It was several years old and she's stubborn, but it was time to switch. While she placed an order for a new phone I allowed her to use my personal one as I tended to use my work phone more often anyhow. Over the couple of days she had my phone she apparently had been conversing with her best friend, Ally. They've been friends since University and there have been hints from my wife that they "experimented" with each other while drunk. I never paid much attention to it, but they're still close. Anyway, my wife's new phone showed up and I got it switched over from her old one and she was happy. Then it happened. I was flipping through my personal phone to see if any pictures she had taken were still there so I could send them to her. She takes a lot of pics. Just as I am scrolling a text comes through from her friend Alley. I open it up and Im just about to text back to tell to her text her original number when I ge
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
The stuffiness in the car gave way to a sharp December chill as I stepped out into the bumpy parking lot of the Taiga bathhouse. Steam billowed from the exhaust, as if the car itself had breathed a sigh of relief. I had come alone—on purpose. After three months in the smoke-filled office, after his calls begging me to come back, I needed a shake-up. Or oblivion. A bathhouse, I decided. Alone. The old log cabin had turned black with age. Inside, it smelled of smoke, damp wood, and something deeply earthy. The owner, a woman with a tired face and nimble hands, handed me a sheet and a broom. "Are you taking the whole hour?" she asked again. "It's free until eight. Just... It's a wood-burning stove, so you have to heat it yourself. Can you handle it?" I nodded. Drowning is even better. It'll keep my hands and mind occupied. The dressing room was quiet and empty. I slowly undressed, looking at my reflection in the fogged window. The thinness he'd called &#
My girlfriend hosted a New Year's Eve party last night and it was so wild. I knew it was going to be crazy when in the texts she sent everybody it said "Clothing Optional" and "Warning - There will be a lot of fucking". About fifteen people were there. There was lots of eating, drinking, and dancing. As people started drinking more, clothes started to come off. People started fooling around in bedrooms, the bathroom, even outside. I was so horny and wanted to fuck gf or her friends bad. One of our friends Kim was flirting with me and definitely wanted to fuck me. gf always tells me when I can fuck any of her friends. I looked to her for the ok and she said Kim should pay me to fuck. Kim started laughing but gf was being serious. gf said $50. Kim grabbed her phone and she sent it through Venmo. I was so confused at this point but played along. Kim started taking my clothes off and she got naked. I was so hard at this point. gf had a blanket spread out on the couch. I laid down on it
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
So lately I've been getting messages from people I both talk to here and there, and random people hitting me up out of the blue asking why I havent posted to this sub in so long. So figured I'd come back and share the slutty things I have been up to over the last year or so. This summer I gave up on dating apps as a source of meeting random people to hook up with. I had watched a YT video about cultivating friendships so I wanted to spend more time with my friends and making sure those friendships were in a good place. Of course me being me and constantly horny it turned into something different. So now I'm ready to get closer to my friends and I finally have my own place to host people whenever I want without someone complaining. I invite over my friend Jeremy to watch a baseball game. We are chilling out but with baseball there is a lot of time nothing exciting is happening. Now I had read somewhere on reddit about "platonic blow jobs". So I turn to my friend and straight up ask h
Never fuck horse girls. That much I have been told over and over. They are always a bit… odd but that is something I can certainly work with. I have dated lots of odd people over the years. Emily was an equestrian and had been since she was old enough to walk. Her father was a rich engineer that had invented some kind of alloy that allowed her to grow up with the kind of wealth that gets you an infinity pool and tennis court on your grounds. We met on hinge and she had just graduated from the university of Toronto as an engineer. The classes had never been a problem but the other students definitely were. It was hard to ignore all the jealous classmates constantly talking about her wealth and her good looks. Emily was certainly striking to look at. Long curly blonde hair and a curvy figure with wide hips and the most apparent thing when you first see her absolutely massive thighs. Her legs were absolutely ripped, even wearing leggings you could see the muscles corded li
We’ve been roommates for six months and the tension’s been ridiculous. Thin walls, shared bathroom, him always “forgetting” his towel so he walks past my room half naked. Tonight I’m in the shower, steam everywhere, music playing low, door cracked because the lock’s been broken forever. I’m rinsing shampoo, eyes closed, when I feel the air shift. Peek through the fogged glass, he’s standing in the doorway, towel low on his hips, just… watching. I should yell. Instead I lock eyes with him, slow motion slide the door open a little more, let the water run down my tits while I keep washing like I don’t see him. He drops the towel. Thick, already hard. undresses, pushes me against the tile wall, cold on my back, hot water on my front. No words. He lifts me by the thighs, pins me to the wall, slides in raw, one deep thrust that makes me gasp loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Shower pounding down on us, my legs wrapped around his waist. He fucks me hard and fast, water splashing, on
A few days ago I uploaded a post about some of my friends wanted to see how big my dick was. Well it happened again. Me and my girlfriend and four of our friends (two girls and two guys) were at my girlfriend's house drinking. Somehow the topic of dick size came up and the two guys were bragging about how big they were. Then they asked me how big I was. At that point, my girlfriend suggested that everybody guess how big my dick was. This is what happens when drunk people are bored. We literally went around the room and everybody gave a guess. Then my girlfriend said I should get naked so she could measure me. I thought she was joking, but she went to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a cloth tape measure. At this point I knew she was serious. Being the exhibitionist that I am, I got naked very quickly. When she saw how hard I was, she smiled. She measured my dick. One of the guys had guessed correctly. I started to put my clothes back on and gf said, "Fuck no." She got down o