It was a Saturday afternoon in July. The sun was at its zenith, and the air shimmered with heat. My parents had gone into town to shop, leaving me, twenty-three-year-old Liza, to have the dacha to myself. I put on my most revealing swimsuit—a tiny, sky-blue bikini with ties at the hips. After a moment's thought, I removed my bra, tossing it onto a nearby lounge chair. Sunbathing topless on my own property, surrounded by a high fence and not a soul, seemed like a wonderful and perfectly safe idea. My skin, slicked with coconut oil for tanning, glistened. I closed my eyes, turning my face and chest to the sun. A gentle breeze stirred my hair, pulled back into a loose bun. My thoughts drifted lazily, and I almost dozed off. My body was covered in a light sweat, beads of sweat rolling down between my breasts and onto my stomach. - Lisa, hi! Am I disturbing you? A voice came from somewhere off to the side, from the neighbor's fence. I sat up abruptly, instinctively covering my ch
Those were hard times, but charming in their own way. I was working at the time for a company that sold everything from Turkish knitwear to computer diskettes. There was money, but there were also plenty of headaches. That's how I found myself in a reserved seat carriage on the Moscow-Kurgan train with a briefcase stuffed with cash. An astronomical sum by those standards—about twenty thousand dollars, I think. I was taking it to a business associate with strict instructions: don't meet anyone, don't drink, and don't leave the carriage. I chose a reserved seat on purpose—to blend in among the common folk, rather than be seen in the sleeper car, where every Tambourine punk identifies business travelers by the scent of their cologne. I rode on the bottom berth, pretending to be a tired worker, and gazed out the window at the passing birch trees. The boring town of Kurgan was still about eighteen hours away. At one of the stations—somewhere beyond Murom, I think—SHE floa
**Everyone in this story is 18 years old.** Small update today, but still wanted to share: Things have been awesome between Bri and I. We’ve been texting nonstop, mostly about how excited we are to see each other next. I’m trying to play it cool, but it’s tough! If I had it my way, we’d be hanging out every day. But I don’t want to seem too pushy, or give away the fact that we’re hooking up to our friends or parents. It’s not that I’m embarrassed to be with her (actually the complete opposite, I’m ecstatic about it lol). But like a lot of you have said, the build up and exploring together is the fun part. I really like how things are progressing, and I really want things to remain fun and casual. And if that means waiting a few extra days, then I’m happy to do it. We briefly planned on getting together Tuesday, but then our friends suggested we go out to dinner, and we figured we should go. It was fun and normal, with the exception that Bri and I had to stifle our smiles and preten
\*Posted this a while ago, took it down as I stopped writing. I’m back so will finish the story this time.\* It was a warm summers Friday evening, the sun was an hour or so from setting. My older sister, Sophie and I were home from college for the summer. We hadn’t seen each other in a year and what better time to catch up than a weekend our parents were away with friends. I was kicking back on the couch, enjoying a beer when I heard Sophie come down stairs. She was wearing a tight, white mini skirt that outlined her athletic figure perfectly. The mini skirt was paired with a red bikini top, it looked slightly too small as her double d breasts were trying to spill out the top. “Hey Pat!” She said walking past on her way to the kitchen. “Hey Soph, I thought you were going out tonight?” I ask slightly surprised by her outfit choice. “I was going to.” Sophie sighs as she pours a glass of wine. “Everyone except Jess cancelled, so she’s coming over for some wines by the pool.” “Oh
I stood in the corner of his office, barefoot, wearing only a simple cotton shirtdress that barely reached mid-thigh. My hands were clasped behind my back, my chin raised—exactly as the Master demanded when we were in his workspace. He called it "the attention pose." And I hated waiting more than anything in the world. "You distracted me today," he said, not looking up from his papers. His pen scratched against the heavy paper, the only sound in the quiet office. "You knocked on the door three times, even though you knew I was busy. You put your impatience above my orders." I swallowed. The dark wood walls of the office seemed to weigh me down, and the smell of old books and candle wax only reinforced the feeling that I had done something unforgivable. “Look at me,” he ordered coldly. I turned my head and met his gaze. He sat behind a massive oak desk, wearing a pristine white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows—his workaday appearance always made
I don't write much about my early sexual experiences. But I have written openly about my former strict religious upbringing. You see, they have to raise whores somewhere. I'd often house-sit for families from church when I was just out of high school. Babysitting was never my thing. But a whole house to myself? Yes, please. Alone. Young. Bored as fuck. *And so fucking desperate.* Online orders fixed that for me over time. I will never forget that first cheap plastic Amazon purple vibrator dildo. And how hard I came in their bed while fucking myself in awe of the pleasure. Legs spread wide open. Completely naked. It was so forbidden. And hot. And intense. I kept fucking myself endlessly in their bed. I hope her husband smelled a young pussy on those sheets when they came back from their vacation. I've ordered boxes of ass plugs, dildos, vibrators, lingerie, nipple clamps to their homes... and I fucked myself in their kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, living rooms... I became
So last night I finally got a reply from this girl telling me that she wanted to come by and grab her panties as her boyfriend would be back in town soon. I was getting ready to head out on a date with another girl I had be messaging, but I quickly blew her off since I’d been going crazy thinking about this influencer non stop since the weekend. I’d even jerked off to her photos online an embarrassing amount and knowing that I still had her dirty panties in my possession got me even more aroused. Needless to say, she had me fucking obsessed, and I was desperately craving this nasty anal bitch so bad I’d have done anything to see her again. It was pretty late by the time she showed up at my apartment. My cock had been rock hard in anticipation since her message and I couldn’t resist slowly edging myself a few times to her profile to the point where my balls were getting blue and sore. I tried to play it cool but I was already a leaky cum brained mess by the time I greeted her at the d
Evening descends on the village early. The pines rustle anxiously, sending gusts of cold wind down to the ground. The air is thick with the smell of rotting leaves and stove smoke—someone in the neighborhood has already stoked their fire for the night. I return from a walk along the lake and turn up the collar of my jacket. I spot her on the dirt road leading to our row of plots. She's walking away from the bus stop, bending under the weight of two large bags. I don't recognize her right away—we saw each other a couple of times in the summer, greeting each other over the fence. Now she's wearing a chunky knit sweater, rubber boots, and the hood of an old windbreaker pulled over her head. But her gait—smooth, slightly tired—recognizes her as the neighbor. I catch up with her and offer to help. She looks up at me—light, transparent, squinting against the wind—and silently hands over one bag. We walk side by side. I steal a glance at her. Her sweater is loose, but a gust of
I (28m)have been friends with this guy (m27) for over some time now. We hang out in the same 2 groups of friends, so we go out almost every weekend. His little sister (20f) and I have never gotten along, she’s your typical bratty/rude college girl that thinks the world revolves around her because her parents have money (they’re both surgeons) and because I don’t put up with unreasonable attitude, our personalities constantly collide. For reference, petite and average looking at 5’1, however due to her running track and constantly working out, has lately grown a really nice ass that sticks out of her thin frame and it probably adds on to her ego and nasty attitude. This past weekend he held a small pool party at his parent’s house. I had had a few shots and a small bar of weed chocolate (I don’t do weed at all but I thought fuck it why not) I was feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the random noise, so I decided to head into the basement and listen to some music instead. A few songs late
Anna sat at a table in a cozy restaurant, where live music boomed—some slow jazz with a saxophone that sent shivers down her spine. Today was her and Sergey's anniversary—ten years of marriage. The table was set for six: they, her husband's best friend, Alexey, and a couple of mutual friends. The wine flowed freely. Dry red, already on their third bottle. Sergey, as always, was in good spirits—joking, putting his arm around her waist, but his hand was already shaking slightly from the alcohol. But Alexey... Alexey looked at her completely differently. She felt it all evening. His gaze slid over her tight black dress, which so beautifully accentuated her breasts and barely covered her hips. Her high heels made her legs seem endless. Every time she stood up to dance with her husband, Alexey's eyes followed her, and there was something hungry in them. And when Sergey went to the bar for another bottle, Alexey leaned closer: "You're absolutely stunning today, Anya. S
Y So I found this place on Groupon near campus because my neck was killing me from hunching over my laptop all week. It was one of those Korean spa places with the dim lighting and the waterfall sounds. I was already nervous because I'd never gotten a professional massage before and I hate being touched by strangers but my roommate swore by it. The guy's name was Rufus according to the little card on the door. He was maybe like thirty with these big hands and was wearing one of those white uniform shirts. He told me to undress to my comfort level and left the room. I stood there for like five minutes trying to decide if I should keep my underwear on then I ended up taking everything off and laid face down under the sheet feeling like an idiot. When he came back he pulled the sheet down to my waist and started on my shoulders. His hands were warm and had this peppermint oil that smelled really good. I was trying so hard to relax but I kept freaking out every time he moved lower b
So I've been babysitting for the Carters since I started college. They're this couple in their late thirties who live three houses down from my parents, and I've known them since I was like fourteen. Mr. David Carter is this tall guy with these intense blue eyes and has this habit of wearing these fitted polo shirts that show off his arms. I've always thought he was hot in a dad way but I never let myself think about it too much because hello, he's married and has kids and I'm his babysitter. Mrs. Carter is some kind of sales executive and she travels a lot for work. Like, she's gone two or three weeks a month. So I've been over there more often lately, putting the kids to bed and just hanging out until David gets home from work. The first time I noticed something was different was like a month ago. I was wearing these little denim shorts and a tank top because it was hot as hell and when he walked in from work he just stared at me for a second too long before saying hello. His eye
Okay, so men who adore burying their head between a woman’s legs and not coming up until the job’s done, hey, you may understand this. A guy friend of mine, we’ve known each other a long time, he’s officially hit a drought of 6 months. The thing he misses the most, apparently, is giving head. In the car on the way to go shopping and to meet with other friends, he was outright with it. “I’ve clearly found you on a very horny day.” I grinned. That’s when my pussy started streaming wet. He went into detail about going without and how he’s not even bothered about a BJ in return. My response was, “if a guy went down on me, he’s getting his dick swallowed. He’s likely getting his cum swallowed too.” I could see the horny cogs working in his sex crazed brain. The conversation carried on. He went into the scent, the taste, the arching of hips when you get them close. We then got out of the car. I was SO wet and feeling kinda needy for a hard working tongue. So I kept that thought handy
I moved to the city for grad school a few months back and finally decided to get back out there after a massive three year breakup. I’d basically been a serial monogamist since I was a teenager, so the whole "hookup culture" thing was totally alien to me back then. I’m on the shorter side, pretty fit from years of soccer and gym time. My drive has always been way higher than my ex could handle. My roommates eventually bullied me into downloading Hinge just to see what was out there. That’s how I met Rob. We’d been sending flirty texts for about two weeks because our schedules were a mess, but we finally linked up on a Thursday night at this crowded rooftop house party a friend of his was throwing. I wasn't expecting much, just some drinks and maybe a graceful exit if it was awkward lol But the second I saw him leaning against the balcony railing, I knew I was in trouble. He had this messy dark hair, blue eyes that looked right through you, and a voice that was low and raspy in the
My little sister, Luna, and I were on a trip to our mom’s best friend’s farmhouse. We had a secret relationship, and with my sister being a horny eighteen-year-old beauty, and my own attraction to her undeniable, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. But she took things a bit too far just as we were about to have a movie night with our mother and her best friend, Cristy. Luna and I sat close, our hips pressed together, exchanging glances. “I need to get something,” she said, scurrying off to our bedroom. She came back with a blanket. “It’s chilly in here,” she said, gently draping it over us as the room grew darker. Mom just smiled at us, probably thinking how cute we looked, though I suspected Luna had another reason for bringing the blanket. “Here you go,” Cristy said, handing us a bowl of popcorn. Luna placed it in the middle. She grabbed a piece, raised it to my lips, and said, “Open.” I did, letting her pop it into my mouth. I glanced at her briefly, but she just smiled,
I’m a college student living in a dorm complex here in the States. There’s a guy in my building, William, who’s become one of my best friends over the last semester. He’s super chill, but he’s always been pretty upfront about having zero game because of his social anxiety. A few weeks ago, we were hanging out and he confessed that he’s still a virgin. He was actually kind of annoyed about it, basically said he just wanted to get it over with so he could stop overthinking it and just live his life. Honestly, I’ve always thought he was kinda hot, not in conventional way really. He was dorky, had scruffy hair which I really like. He wasn't big, but he had broad shoulders and a nice back which i've noticed before but never mention. I didn’t want to make our friendship weird. Anyway, fast forward to last night. We were at a small house party off campus, both had a few drinks, and he brought it up again. He was venting about how much he hated being "the inexperienced one." His friends were
The pool is a special aquarium in the evenings. By evening, the water is as smooth as glass, the lights are dimmed, and only the steady hum of the pumps breaks the silence. My group of adults had left about twenty minutes ago, and I was about to close the door when she appeared on the edge. Marina. The only one of them all wearing a tailored swimsuit, but it fit so well that every man on the path instinctively held his breath as she emerged from the water. She was in her early thirties, with a ring on her finger and a son whom she sometimes brought along. She was married, happy, and fit. Judging by the occasional exchange, everything was going well with her husband: a comfortable house, a mortgage, and a vacation in Turkey. But there was something else about her. A kind of hungry pucker at the corner of her mouth when she thought no one was watching. The way she lingered after practice, swimming closer than necessary when I explained stroke technique. That evening she asked me to he
So, I’m currently sitting here in a daze, still trying to process the absolute insanity that just went down in my living room. I’ve always been a bit of a wild card, but today took things to a level I didn't even know existed. I’ve been living in this big house with a rotating cast of roommates for a few years now. Eventually, everyone graduated and moved on, leaving just me and this guy, Mark We’ve always had this crazy tension, and since the house was basically empty, we stopped pretending we weren't both total horn-dogs. It started with stupid stuff, dares during games or betting on who had to do the dishes. The loser usually ended up stripping or giving the other a "stress-relief" session. You know, casual roommate stuff. But we both wanted more. The problem was neither of us wanted to be the one to "make it weird" and ruin the friendship. So, naturally, we turned it into a high-stakes game. We called it the "Surrender Fund". We both put a few hundred bucks, which was mind you a
Guys, this is MADNESS! A quick overview before I go into things. Last year, I slept with a sex store worker, her name’s Lucy, and I purposely overshared with her that I enjoy anal play after she sold me a vibrator. We flirted, I left with her number, and went out for drinks. Lucy’s got a rock chick vibe with gorgeous red hair. I’m older than her at 37. She modestly hides her D cups, which made them the best gift in the world to unwrap. Oh, and petite little me is shorter than her 5”7 stature. Visuals are important, now you have them. I have her saved in my phone as ‘Pineapple Pussy’, which re-iterates why I never get that sweet nectar taste out of my head. However, as things go with life, things just became… A little messy. I’ll say her casual fuck buddy was very jealous. We remained on good terms, although it was an understanding of no more. Now, you came here to read some utter filthy sex, and as I write this, sipping my coffee with a wet pussy and a hug
A warm summer evening enveloped our apartment balcony in a soft, velvety air. The city below shimmered with lights, and the starry sky stretched overhead, with only a gentle breeze occasionally carrying distant voices from the neighboring floors. You settled into a wicker chair, relaxed after a sultry day, wearing a thin silk robe slightly open at the hips and cozy, soft-lined slippers. I quietly walked out to you, without turning on the light, and knelt down on the cool tiles of the balcony. Your slippered feet were so close, so inviting. I carefully removed one slipper, inhaled the warm, slightly salty scent of your skin after a long day, and pressed my lips to the instep. Slowly, reverently, I kissed every inch—from toes to heel, enveloping them with my lips, sucking lightly, running my tongue along the curves. You smiled slightly, watching me, and placed your other foot on my shoulder, allowing me to remove the other slipper as well. I buried my face in both feet at once, inhali