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
We’d been drinking in my dorm after the house party. Just me and Maya from three doors down. Cheap vodka, low music, the only light coming from my desk lamp. She kept shifting closer on the bed until her thigh was pressed fully against mine, the thin fabric of her dress riding higher every time she moved. She’d lean in when she laughed, breath warm against my ear, then pull back just far enough that I could feel the absence. By the time the bottle was half empty she stopped pretending. She climbed into my lap, straddling me, and kissed me slow and deep. She tasted like vodka and the strawberry gloss she’d been reapplying all night. Her hands slid under my shirt, palms hot against my skin. I pulled the dress over her head. Just soft, warm skin and the faint mix of her perfume and the heat of her body. When I pushed her panties aside she was already wet. I laid her back on the narrow bed and pushed into her in one long, steady thrust. The sound she made was low and broken. She was tig
I travel a lot for work, usually just a few days here and there in either North America or East Asia, with my favourite places in the world being China and Japan, so when an opportunity cropped up to spend a whole quarter in Japan I jumped on it, dropped my rental and upped sticks halfway across the world. Now I work in an industry thats heavy on broker and sales relationships, which means a whole lot of boring and not-so-boring meetings, handshakes and getting to know people that I generally only want to make money off of. Japan has been a fun if not slightly uptight version of all of this due to the amount of inter country travel I’ve needed to do either by myself or usually with a few coworkers. Most of my colleagues are older slightly chubby men, now thats not really my type so I’m going to skip over that trauma inducing image to talk about Shiori. She’s about 5’3 and slender in that kind of graceful and pretty way. To match that petite frame she has nice, perfectly proportioned
A couple years back after graduating highschool, I found my best friends mom on social media sex site called fet life. Even though her face was blurred out of every single one of her photos, I recognized some of the pictures from her Facebook. When I went on to read her bio, it confirmed everything else. She had recently gotten divorced from her husband just a year prior and only had 1 son who was away at college. As I kept reading her profile, I stumbled upon the list of fetishes she was into. In total, she was into 88 different fetishes and had another 46 she was curious about. One of those fetishs stood out amongst the rest. That being consensual non consensual. 35 of the 43 short stories she had written on her profile involved CNC and her getting man handled. It was kind of ironic that’s what she was into considering she could probably beat up the average male who didn’t train or workout. Matt’s mom was basically known in our town as a workout junky and even taught yoga, boxing, an
I offer a story from life, where the details and names have, of course, been changed, but the emotions are very real. A trip out of town with a big group was my Alena's idea. She generally loves getting everyone together—my friends, her girlfriends. It's loud, fun, and almost always ends with dancing around the campfire. This time we're going to a new place; someone mentioned there was a small lake and an old bridge there. I'm driving, Alena's next to me, and in the back, the friends are discussing something, music, and the smell of summer coming from the open window. We arrive. The clearing is excellent, the grill is set up quickly, and the girls are laying out snacks. Alena is wearing a light sundress today, her hair tied up, but a couple of strands have come loose from the wind. I look at her, she catches my eye and smiles, a knowing smile, as if to say, I know what you're thinking. We haven't really seen each other for a week; we've both been work
I got home with my shirt plastered to my chest, that post-game sweat mixing with the grime and August air until it felt like my pores were leaking cement. I dragged my feet through the front door and could already hear Mom on her phone in the kitchen, barking out some work thing. I considered trying to slink past, but I never got that lucky. The minute my sneaker touched the tile, her voice boomed over the speakerphone. “Alex, you smell like a gym sock. Please shower before you touch anything.” I grunted a “yup” and headed for the stairs, using the banister to hoist myself up the first step because my legs were jelly. It wasn’t even a minute before the screen door slammed again and Sophie, my big sister and living, breathing thirst trap, came strutting in. I say strut, but she moved more like she was in a slow-mo TikTok, all long golden limbs and swaying her hips like a pornstar. Today she was still in her volleyball gear, which meant her absolute minimum coverage shorts, so tight an
This is a story from about ten years ago. My girlfriend and I were both twenty. Sarah and I had been seeing each other for a few weeks and had been hooking up mostly in my car, parked in the deep quiet of the forest. We both lived at home so it was the only way we could really get any privacy. Sarah was this petite blonde, super bubbly, super confident. Physically she was a knockout, with perky boobs that suited her frame and an amazing ass. But what really set her apart was how into it she was. I mean really into it. She loved to pleasing. Gave the best head I’ve ever had and she loved doing it. That alone had me obsessed. This night she was out clubbing in town with her best friend Ash. I’d offered to pick them up because our village houses were an hour bus ride or a 20-minute car ride from town. But also, we both knew that when I dropped Ash off, there would be a forest visit detour. Sarah had been texting me on and off throughout the night with messages like “I’m so wet thinking
Me and my girlfriend were 27 at that time. We are together for few years and I know her family quite well. Her sister is 3 years younger, and I found her quite hot even if she doesn't try to much. She is a short brunette with wide hips and nice C-cup breasts. The sexiest thing about her is that she dress really light and short so you often get a glimpse of tits or ass. The mother is in her 50's and she was really hot when she was young, like a nice ass in those trendy 80s Levis jeans and above all large E-cup breasts, hardly unnoticed. So we're all together, my girlfriend, her sister and boyfriend, her parents and me. We're having a nice dinner, we have a good time and drink a couple a wine bottles. We had a long road so around midnight, everyone is kinda tired and goes to bed upstairs. The house is small so the parents are in one bedroom, and the children in the other. As everyone is upstairs, my girlfriend lingers in the kitchen and asks for a hug. By the way she kisses me I quickl
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
Recently one of my friends married this girl we went to school with Nicole. Nicole always got a bad rep in which people called her out constantly for dating guys with money. The thing is, she was really hot and it takes two to tango so I never judged her for it. We were really good friends throughout high school. Years later, we didn’t really keep in touch besides social media. When she announced her engagement with her boyfriend Matt, I congratulated her. She responded thanking me and asked how I’ve been. From there the conversation lasted for a while. As we messaged each other back and forth, I explained to her about an issue I was having with one of my kidneys. Being that Nicole was a nurse, she told me to come down where she worked so she can check me out. It turned out to be a minor infection but I thanked Nicole for setting me up with the best doctor they had at the hospital. She sat in the room with me for a bit as we caught up some more. I brought up her fiancee Matt and she
Night. The sound of the surf. Music somewhere in the distance. Liza and I walked away from the fire. The sand was still warm. There were two people nearby: Seryozha and Vlad. They brought champagne. Bitter, bubbling on the tongue. — Are you frozen? - No. - And you have goosebumps. - It's not from the cold. Liza is already kissing Seryozha. His fingers are tangled in her hair, wet from the bath. Vlad looks at me. For a long time. I take a sip straight from the bottle. I hand it to him. His lips are on the same glass as mine. — Do you want to take a swim? - I'm not wearing a swimsuit. - So much the better. We run to the water. The waves lick our feet. He catches up with me, already waist-deep in the sea. The water is warm, almost hot after the afternoon sun. His hands slide along my waist underwater. — You can't see anything here. - Do you want to see something? — I want to touch it. A palm falls on a chest. The nipples instantly harden. Not from the cold. Salt water on th
I love to watch. That's my greatest thrill—to see my wife turn into an insatiable bitch under someone else's control, while still being mine. Lena and I have been together for eight years, and in that time I've realized: her sexuality is like fine wine, only getting brighter with age. Tall, with shoulder-length, wheat-colored hair, languid gray eyes, and long legs—she's the kind of woman that even women turn heads. But the main thing about her is her appetite. Not for food, no. For cocks. When we started renovating our new two-room apartment, I knew how it would end. Lena volunteered to oversee the process while I was at work, and I just chuckled to myself. She put on her favorite summer dress—a lightweight cotton one over her bare skin, the slightest movement clinging to her butt so tightly that the outline of her panties was visible. White heeled sandals, minimal makeup—and there she was, standing in the doorway, watching me go with a look in which I read anticipat
That summer, my husband and I headed south for the first time in two years. Money was tight in '92, so a compartment was out of the question. We bought two tickets for a reserved seat carriage to Adler. I was twenty-four then. I had a shapely figure: a pleasant curve in my hips, a wasp waist, and neat B-cup breasts with very responsive nipples. I dyed my hair red back then—my husband absolutely loved it, saying I looked like a fox. The journey ahead was long, almost two days. We were riding on the upper side berths. A guy of about twenty-five sat down opposite us. He was dressed simply but cleanly: a light T-shirt and sweatpants. His toned physique immediately caught my eye—his sculpted arms and broad chest. He introduced himself as Dima. He was traveling to visit his parents in Sochi, having just been discharged from the army. My husband, Slava, a sociable man, immediately suggested that Dima and I get together for the three of us. We packed fried chicken, boiled eggs, tomatoes
I’ve been training at a new gym, and let’s face it, the best thing about that… New hotties. The gym really is the playground of lust. And this is where things began. I’m catching the pre work morning crowd, however, it was a particular couple that I had eyes for. Mid-20s, seemingly very into each other, which is always sexy. Now, I don’t know what I loved most… The bulge in his grey shorts or her fucking divine, busty tits in a tiny sports bra, you know, the type that you’d get out and they’d just sit so nicely. I noticed them whispering in my direction. She was more subtle than him. Firstly, I was like argh, okay, is my outfit too much!? I was wearing a small grey sports bra and grey booty shorts, obviously pulled all the way up my ass, which is gym girl law. The next exercise I did, she came over to me. My heart raced and I was sat down, with my music in, and she and her beautiful rack were stood over me. I looked up, took my ear buds out and we spoke. She wa