The guy I’m seeing sent me truly to another plane last night. I’ve always had a thing for slightly rough, raw sex and being lightly choked in bed. I’m also fascinated by hands and love watching him finger me but hadn’t ever thought about it much before this moment. Last night, he was railing into me in a prone position and holding my neck with one hand. I could hardly see straight from how good he felt inside me and the sound of him slapping against my ass while I soaked him was ungodly. Suddenly, he reached down with his other hand and hooked two long, thick fingers deep into my mouth and pulled my head back farther. I couldn’t help but suck on them and the act made me feel so submissive. I came so much harder than I ever have—I swear I blacked out and tears were running down my face as he finally finished inside me. He went to pull away but I held him there on top of me until I could stop shaking. When he pulled out I could feel his come slipping out of me, and as I turned over
She arrived at nine, as arranged. The house stood at the end of the road, behind a high fence, and as she walked from the gate to the porch, she had time to think that she shouldn't have worn those old sneakers—the house probably had parquet floors, and she'd leave a mark. But the sneakers were comfortable, easy to wash and polish, so she decided not to bother. The door was unlocked. She hesitated on the threshold, then finally went in and called softly—no one was there. The house smelled of dust and something like old furniture. She walked down the hallway and peered into the living room. The huge sofa, the rug, the fireplace, the floor-to-ceiling windows—and everything was covered in a layer of dust, as if no one had been there for a month. She took off her jacket and found a bucket, rags, and a mop in the utility room. The work was familiar; her hands had done it themselves. She washed, scrubbed, wiped the windowsills, and wiped the baseboards. It was getting on for lunch
I started a new office job a bunch of years ago, where it didn't take long to fall into a new circle of friends. DL is a little older than me (She was 32 or so. Me, 28) and we somehow just hit it off immediately. I'd never heard the term "work wife" before, but after about 6 months one of the other women called her that in the middle of the group and there was a little celebration that our relationship had finally leveled up. I thought that was really weird, but I guess it's a real thing? I mean, she's cute.... more than cute, actually. She's the first one guys notice whenever we're all at the bar on Thursdays after work. I mean, anyway. Big boobs. That's what I mean to say. She's got really big boobs. But I got used to the idea, and she's a really good friend. She's nothing like my real wife (physically anyway) who is slim and athletic and has a body I get hard thinking about at my desk. I would never want to fuck anything up with my wife. And DL and I have work boundaries... It's n
The first time I(20f) noticed Jake staring at my ass, I was stretching before a run in the living room. Yoga pants on, bent over at the waist, hair falling forward to expose the back of my neck. He sat on the couch pretending to watch TV, but his eyes stayed locked on the way the fabric hugged every curve, on how my body moved, on the way my ass pushed back toward him like an offering. I pretended not to notice. But I noticed. Jake is my stepbrother. Twenty-two. Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair and hands that look like they know things. Veiny forearms from working construction all summer. A jaw that could cut glass. And those deep brown eyes that go dark when he’s thinking about something he shouldn’t. Our parents got married two years ago. We’ve been living under the same roof ever since. For two years I’ve been catching him looking—at me in the kitchen when I reach for something on the top shelf and my shirt rides up, in the hallway when I step out of the bathroom in
So quick thing about me. I'm the office alt girl. Tattoos, dark lipstick, chunky jewelry, band shirts under my blazer when I can get away with it. Big tits that I've stopped pretending to hide because minimizer bras are a scam and life's too short. I know I stick out in a corporate office and I'm fine with it. Most of my coworkers don't know what to do with me. Now there's this guy. Different department. Quiet, glasses, always has his headphones in. The kind of guy who brings his own lunch in a container and eats at his desk reading something on his phone. We've talked maybe a dozen times in the year I've been working here. Morning greetings, small talk in the pantry, one time he helped me fix a formula in excel and his arm brushed mine and I caught him glance down at my chest for half a second before snapping back to the screen and turning red. I thought about that for three days. But I never made a move because he seemed like the type who'd apologize for bumping into a door. Espec
My friend Dima and I have been friends for years, and it was his birthday—he was 22. So, naturally, I came. Of course, how could he not? He was renting an apartment with his girlfriend, Lera. She's so beautiful, slim, with a round butt, neat B-cup breasts, dark shoulder-length hair, and brown eyes. Basically, even the first time I saw her, I thought Dima was lucky. So, when I showed up, almost all the guests had already left, leaving just me, Dima, and Lera. His roommate, Artyom, was there, too, but he'd left somewhere earlier, so it was just the three of us. We were sitting in the kitchen, drinking beer, laughing at all sorts of bullshit, reminiscing about school and partying. Lera had already had a fair amount to drink, her face flushed, her eyes shining, and she kept looking at me strangely. At first, I didn't pay attention—well, who knows, she'd been drinking. But then she started clinging to me when we went into the room, like they wanted to continue. Dima seeme
The highway stretched into darkness, and the headlights revealed only a gray ribbon of asphalt and the occasional light pole. I'd been driving for three hours now and was starting to nod off. The coffee I'd drunk at the last gas station had long since worn off. The cabin smelled of diesel fuel, and the radio, which I wasn't listening to, crackled through the speakers. A figure stood on the side of the road, at the turnoff to some godforsaken village. They were hitchhiking. I slowed down and pulled over. A girl. Young, wearing a jacket unsuitable for the weather, with a backpack slung over one shoulder. Her face was pale, her lips pursed. I rolled down the window. - Far? "To the city," she answered. Her voice was so gentle. "About two hundred kilometers from here." I took a closer look at her. Her jeans were dirty, her sneakers were broken. She was standing on a highway where buses don't go, and clearly hadn't been for a long time. - Sit down. She
So this happened two days ago and I'm literally still tasting him lol I need to talk about it My best friend Soren turned 20 and had a small thing at his house after class, just our friend group, snacks, cake, no alcohol because we all had class the next morning. Soren and I have been close for almost four years, same program since high school, he's this soft artsy type who listens to k-pop and reads novels and has never had a girlfriend because he says he hasn't found anyone he likes yet. He's not my type AT ALL, like he's cute and very pretty (he's paler than me which is annoying lol) but I've never been attracted to him, he's just my person, the guy I go to for everything That said... I've been curious about his dick for a WHILE 😳 because we joke about that stuff constantly, I'll tell him his dick is small and he'll say "suck it then" and I'll say "show me and I will" and we just go back and forth like that and nobody in our friend group even blinks anymore because that's just how
My heart rate maintains a steady pace in anticipation of what’s to come. In the heat of the moment I’ve forgotten that it’s my turn to date Sophie. “I’m waiting.” She says, with a seductive look in her eye. I look back at her, my eyes can’t help but wonder down to her perfect tits. “Eyes are up here.” She jokes. God, stop staring at your sister’s tits. I think to myself. “Uhhhh right, a dare.” I stutter, looking back and forth between the girls. “Well, let’s keep on theme. Sophie, I dare you to eat Jess out for 30 seconds.” I wait nervously for their response to my outlandish request. Without saying anything, Jess raises her body from the water and slides her g-string off of her curvy hips. She reveals a neat cunt, with a sneaky landing strip shaved neatly above her clit. She sits on the edge of the hot tub and spreads her legs wide. What a sight, I wish I was the one about to taste her juices. “Mmmm it’s been a while.” Sophie says, positioning her head in front of Jess’s wet p
I have been happily married for 20 years, and if you had asked me a few months ago, I had never even thought of cheating on my wife. It's crazy how I got here and now there is no turning back for me, although I am not sure how this can continue either. Last month we went on a family vacation with my wife, my 18 year old daughter, Emily, and her girlfriend, Charlie. We have done this almost every year for the past 5-6 years and my daughter usually always had a friend tag along with her, although this was the first time she brought her girlfriend. They had known each other since they were kids but only started dating recently. We had booked a villa with a pool, and this was supposed to be a week long relaxing holiday. The very first evening the girls went out for shopping while I decided to stay back. I was lying on the sunbed by the pool, reading my book, when I saw the living room door slide open. I hadn't realised that Charlie had also stayed back. She was in a red bikini, skin smo
My hubbys brother always looks at me like he wants me Me being the little flirt that i am i always love to tease him He was staying at our house we were watching a movie and hubby decided to go to bed I went and slipped of my panties came back and layed on the lounge with a blanket After a while i pretended to be asleep and lifted the blanket and my nightie giving him a fully exposed view of my pussy I was dripping wet trying to get the courage to peek and see his reaction After a while i let out a few little moans wiggling my ass and finally started to touch myself I could hear him moving and was hoping so bad that he would get the point and fuck me I could feel my juices running and knew just how naughty it was I finally mustered up the courage to peak through squinted eyes to find him out of his chair Closely watching stroking his dick I wanted to scream fuck me But knew that i had to pretend i was fully asleep and dreaming I kept
During a girls trip to Vegas we met a group of guys and started drinking with them. The one I was interested in kept buying me drinks and by the end, I was very drunk. I almost told him, and I should have told him, I was going to let him fuck me even if I was sober. Anyways, I ended up in his hotel room and the parts I remember we fucked pretty much all night. I woke him up the next morning by jerking his morning wood which ended up with him bending me over one more time and fucking me. I was still half buzzed but knew I felt a bit sore from the night. When I went to leave his room and put my dress on, then pull my fishnets back on, I came to find the crotch and the ass of them completely ripped open. That’s when I realized and remembered him tearing them open and pushing his cock into my ass. I must have been hungry for it because I know we fucked multiple times that night. It’s a very blurry memory and I wish I was more with it to remember it more clearly because it’s pretty hot. Wh
last year I was at a pregame with my best friend Cora, both of us a few drinks in, and I noticed she kept shifting around like sitting hurt, and drunk me had zero filter so I just asked her directly what was wrong with her ass, and she went red but she was also tipsy enough to just tell me. she'd hooked up with this guy the night before, really cute, they'd gone back to his place and she'd let him do whatever he wanted and apparently whatever he wanted had been a lot, and the problem was the size, like it had hurt and she hadn't said anything because she didn't want to be rude, and she'd already decided she didn't want to see him again specifically because of it. I told her she was being dramatic and she said I wish and then somehow, in the way that drunk conversations escalate into terrible decisions, I said something like I bet I could handle it fine and she looked at me for a second and said okay fifty dollars says you can't take it without tapping out and I said make it a hundred
The girls and I rented an apartment for the weekend to have a good time. We had it all: plenty of booze, revealing outfits, and no men within a kilometer, because we'd decided it would be just us girls this weekend. No sappy courtship or disappointments. We planned to chat until the early hours, watch porn, discuss our adventures, and indulge ourselves in every way. By Saturday evening, we were already pretty warm when we realized there was nothing left to eat. We ordered pizza and rolls. Well, ordering by courier is sacred; you can't drag yourself to the store when you're already in a robe and with a glass. When the doorbell rang, I didn't even think about putting on anything more decent. I went to answer it in a short silk robe with nothing underneath. And there was a boy at the door. Not a man, but a boy. Fresh-faced, about twenty years old, with such a stupid, confused smile. He saw me, blushed like a girl, and started mumbling something about an order. "Come
This was about 2 years ago. I lived with my bestfriend and her husband for about 5 months. During the last 2 months, i was out with my bestfriend (we’re both drunk) and she said how she wanted to have a threesome with her husband and another female and i said i’d do it. Although a full on threesome never happened, we told her husband about it, and of course he was excited. We kissed and got a bit touchy in front of his wife (my friend) but that’s it. Afterwards, she said that although she’s not ready for a full on threesome yet, but she wouldn’t mind if her husband and i slept together as long a she was not in the house…Boy did we take advantage of that. When she’d leave for work, he would immediately come in my room and take me. He liked my ass the most, so he would mostly fuck me from behind after shoving his dick in my throat. We would always tell her afterwards too just to keep her in the loop. She would sometimes be so turned on by it that she would come home and have sex with h
so i woke up at like 2am absolutely soaking wet from one of my sex dreams. you guys probably already know i get these constantly. like at least a few times a week if not every day i have some insanely vivid dream about getting fucked and i wake up soaking and outrageously horny and basically useless until i am able to cum and finally go back to sleep. i was sleeping over at my best friend josie and her boyfriend josh's place, which happens a lot obviously. i have my own little spot in their guest room. i woke up from this dream where i was getting fucked from behind by someone i couldn't see and i was wildly horny. i laid there for maybe a minute just touching myself before i decided that wasn't going to be enough and i made the decision to wake up my friend's boyfriend. i walked down the hallway to josie and josh's room and pushed the door open slowly trying my best to be quiet. they were both asleep. josie was on her side facing away from josh, and he was on his back with the blank
That is the first thing he said after he found out. His hands were still on my waist, our lips were still wet from kissing each other, and he was looking up at me from between my legs where he had just been kissing his way down my stomach. His fingers had just gotten to my underwear for the first time and that is when he felt it. Usually I am a little more proactive, but this time I guess I just got carried away a bit. "Yeah," I said. "Seriously." His name was Adrian. Met him at a rooftop party I went to with my friends. It was honestly kinda off the chains so far as parties go. There was a lot of degenerate behavior going on. We hit it off pretty quickly at the party and he is the one who approached me in the first place. I wasn't sure if he could tell that I was trans or not, but I guess I need to accept at this point that people can not in fact tell. I mean I know what I look like. Long hair, short dress, slim waist and legs, small boobs. I look like I was born as a girl. He c
Okay so this is one of those stories where I have to be honest about my motivations from the jump because there was no other reason this happened and I feel like owning that is the right move 😭 Ryan is my coworker. We work in the same team, we get along really well, he's one of those people you actually like talking to at work which is rarer than it should be. He's heard every story about my situationships and my terrible decision making with men over the past year because he's the person I debrief with on slow afternoons. Sweet guy. Funny in a dry way. Very much not someone I had ever looked at like that because he's not usually my type, tall and skinny with glasses and the general energy of someone who knows a concerning amount about one very specific thing. Anyway I was at his apartment last night just hanging out and he pointed out that my nipples were hard through my shirt which, fair, they were, it was cold and also my nipples are embarrassingly sensitive, like barely-any-stim
Hello everyone. It's me again, the husband. My wife and I are both 34, and we've been married for five years. I'll describe her—she'll be the center of attention today. My wife is a woman with a chiseled figure, a narrow waist, and slightly wide hips, which she's a little self-conscious about, but which I'm absolutely in love with. Her breasts are a B-cup, very responsive to caresses, with dark areolas and nipples that literally harden in a draft. Her hair is a shoulder-length bob, dark and thick. And her eyes are large, brown, which turn almost black when she's aroused, and they squint slightly when she bites her lip. I noticed this detail every time she immersed herself in her "role." Our experience with third partners has expanded over the past year. After the sauna, there were more encounters, and each one added something new to our repertoire of scenarios. My wife has developed a taste for the role of "slut on a leash," but it's s
My FWB and I have been doing this thing for a few months now, just good sex and no feelings and no weirdness which works perfectly for both of us, and that is the only context you need before I tell you what happened last week because it is a lot lol. So I'm at his place on his bed with my legs up and he's been going for a while and I'm at that point where I've completely stopped being able to string words together, just sounds and his name and whatever noise comes out when he hits the right spot, and we're both a sweaty mess and I'm close and I have my legs locked around him and that is exactly when the door opens and his roommate walks in and just stands there and I'm staring at this guy, someone I have met maybe once at some party, making full eye contact with him from my current position which is legs in the air getting absolutely railed, and my FWB does not stop, not even slightly, he grabs my hips tighter and keeps going and glances back over his shoulder and says something to h