I woke up feeling refreshed, with drool on the pillow, and swung my feet off the bed. To my surprise, my morning glory had never looked so bright. It had recovered quickly from my sister's blowjob, and I was still tripping over the fact that she had snuck into my bedroom, brought me to heaven, and made me confess things I had kept secured in my heart for so long. I felt the thrill as I got my shorts on. Through the slatted blinds I could see that Mom was already gone for work. I had no idea what Nadya had planned, but entering her was a forbidden dream of mine, suppressed by the law and by everything I had been raised to believe. I yawned and descended the stairs, then froze on the last step. Nadya waved from the couch, and Catalina was beside her, looking more excited than usual. Neither of them was known for being an early bird. Both wore tight matching denim shorts and a spandex athletic top with sizable gaps at the sides. Nadya's was purple and Catalina's was blue. It was alread
Hello everyone. It's me again, and again, the story isn't about me. Or rather, it's about me, but not in the way you might think. This time, the story is told from the perspective of a man—an acquaintance of mine with whom I once got to talking about this topic. He allowed me to record it but asked not to use his real name. Let's call him Igor. He's 34, lives alone in a rented one-room apartment on the outskirts, and works remotely in IT. I'm quoting his words almost verbatim, only editing them a bit for readability. So. It happened last fall. I was working on a project, sleeping five hours a night, and eating whenever I had to. That night, I finished a call around twelve thirty, realized I hadn't eaten anything decent all day, and went to the app to order something. I opened it, chose burgers, fries, and a cola. I looked at the delivery time—thirty-five minutes. Okay. I ordered, went to take a shower, and then sat down to finish watching the series. The
A few months ago I started an FWB relationship with a girl I met on Hinge. We saw each other a few times every month and the sex was really good. But this story isn't about her, it's about her roommate. A girl named Olive (not her real name) shared the apartment with her so I had met her every now and then when I visited Eve, my FWB (also not her real name). From tome to time we had a chat, for instance in their kitchen in the morning. Eve and I kept our FWB thing pretty strict so we didn't spend more time than necessary with each other. We were attracted to each other but didn't want our thing to glide into a situationship or something like that. Meeting up, having sex, staying overnight nad leaving. No dinners together, no breakfast together. But her roomate Olive was a little bit more curious about me, I could sense that. Sje would greet me when I got to their apartment and offered me a coffee in the morning when we bumped into each other in the kitchen. Olive is very pretty. She
Let me start from the beginning. I matched with this woman on one of those dating apps for couples a few weeks ago, she was sweet, funny, we talked every day for like a week before she told me she was married and her husband knew and they were looking to explore together because she'd recently opened up about being attracted to women and he was supportive and wanted to be part of it. I almost unmatched because that felt like a lot but she was so genuine about it and we'd already built a real connection so I stayed We all got on a group call and the husband was chill and respectful and they both made me feel comfortable and after a few more days of talking we planned to meet at their house on Saturday So Saturday comes and I prepped like I was going to war, full wax, moisturized everywhere, shaved everything, I bought lube and condoms and even packed some extra stuff in my bag in case they wanted to get really freaky, like I was READY, my pussy was ready, my whole body was ready, I ha
They rented a dacha for the summer, an old log house on the edge of the village, with a sagging fence, apple trees, and a sauna house at the back of the property. Neighbors were rare, mostly on weekends, and on weekdays it was so quiet you could hear the overripe apples falling. That Friday, Lena arrived alone. Her husband was supposed to be arriving later; he had a big emergency at work, so she decided not to wait for him in stuffy Moscow and instead dash out of town. By the time she got there and unpacked her bags, it was already dark. The house greeted her with the smell of old wood and dust. She opened the windows, letting in the night air, scented with grass and river dampness. A text came from her husband: "I'll be late, don't wait up." She chuckled, put her phone down, thought, "Here we are, romance!" She poured herself some tea, and sat on the veranda. She was too lazy to heat the bathhouse alone, but her body ached from the journey and she wanted to
I have been seeing the same male massage therapist for about a year now and from the very first session we clicked, like really clicked, we talk about everything during my appointments, nothing is off limits, and we have always flirted pretty shamelessly with each other, to the point where I have flashed him before as a joke, which he absolutely was not expecting. He is playful and a little bit of a menace and I am embarrassingly gullible so he loves to set me up, straight faced stuff like oh you are not actually on the schedule today or actually I am the one getting the massage, and I fall for it every single time which he finds hilarious. Last week he started the session telling me to get undressed and lay on top of the sheets, take everything off, and I started pulling my hoodie over my head before I caught the look on his face and said just kidding and he had to excuse himself from the room lol. He came back, I was face up with my chest half covered, and he started on my neck li
A comment on a recent post I made reminded me of this one. This happened when I was about 21, so it's been quite a few years I lived in a crummy apartment with my roommate. I worked afternoons and he worked the graveyard shift so I was home alone a lot. I had 2 female friends that I knew from highschool that would come bug me all the time and show up and try to get me to come out with them One of them kind of had a thing with me in school but we never had sex or anything, the other was into me but I wasn't really into her at all One night I had just gotten home from work, it was about 11 and they showed up. They kept telling me they were bored and wanted me to go out and play pool with them and get some drinks. I kept telling them I had beer in the fridge and didn't feel like going out. One of them (the one I had formerly had a thing with) said "come on, I'll suck your dick". I laughed a little and said "you would anyway, are you even any good at it?". She told me she'd never get go
My girlfriend was raised in a very conservative Asian household. We met at work and after a long, tension-filled buildup, we finally got together. For her, it was like allowing the flood gates to finally open; she entered her sexual renaissance. And I was the nurturing beneficiary. After we’d gotten together, I had a work function in the city one night. It was one of those events where you talk to executives and clients; but you don’t really don’t want to be there. It was a formal and professional occasion so I was obligated, but it was outside of her working requirements. A few hours in, I’d had a few drinks and my tolerance for corporate small talk was waning. I’d sent her a photo of my suit and she’d responded instantly with a selfie of her tucked up in bed in tight summer pyjamas that hugged her slim, curvy body. Her long black framed her face, pouty lips accentuating her regret at being separated for the night. I made up my mind. “Come.” I texted her. “Put on a tight black dre
If someone had told me I'd be spending the night on the veranda with two groomsmen at my best friend's wedding, I'd have been shocked. I've always been the good girl in our group. That is, the one who makes sure no one overindulges, collects everyone's phones and purses, calls taxis, and reminds everyone that they have to go to work the next day. Even the bride's mother praised me all evening: "This is someone we should follow." I smiled modestly and adjusted the strap of my dress. The dress, by the way, was mint-colored, with an open back. I spent three weeks choosing it and was unsure until the very last minute if it was too bold. Anya said, "Take it, you look like a queen in it." Anya always makes all the decisions around here. The wedding turned out to be a big one. Seventy people, a country house rented for two days, a tent in the courtyard, live music, a toastmaster with below-the-belt jokes that everyone pretended not to hear. I was run
**\*names have been changed for privacy purposes.** So this was back when I was in uni, I was 19. My now ex- boyfriend (Alex) and I had been dating for a couple months, but we’d known each other for more than a year. We both liked each other a lot, but he told me he wanted to wait a couple years for sex — and that was perfectly fine, I respected that. Every summer, his family planned some annual trip to a beach town. We’d only been together for a bit, but he really wanted to take me with him, so I agreed. His parents were super nice. His mom was this short, blond woman who was kind to me. His father, though, was tall, muscular, with graying hair and handsome features. My ex-boyfriend clearly got his mother’s genes. The beach house was big, lots of rooms, very open. Most of our time was spent on the back patio or down by the beach. One night, a couple days after we arrived, Alex and his brothers went for a boys night just by themselves. His mom went out to the spa with his sis
I woke to the sound of laughter, loud, bright, impossible to ignore. I pulled on a robe and went downstairs, Emily and Jenna were in the kitchen, shoes off, dresses rumpled, glowing from their night out. Takeout boxes covered the counter. Jenna was reenacting something ridiculous; Emily was already laughing too hard to stand straight. “Scott!” Emily called when she saw me, leaning on Jenna for balance. “We didn’t mean to wake you.” I didn’t mind. Their joy filled the room. Emily’s hair was falling out of its bun, the cross on her necklace catching the light as she giggled. Jenna whispered something to her, and they laughed again. “We’re just finishing the party,” Emily said, teasing. “You can watch. You like to watch." Jenna looked at her, puzzled by the turn of phrase. Emily stumbled into the living room and snapped her fingers with mock imperiousness. "Bring us more wine. " Jenna was halfway through another loud story when I brought them refilled glasses of wine. Emily was laughi
This happened a month ago. We’d just finished a long hike and ended up at a mutual friend’s house for dinner and drinks. Everyone was relaxed, a little sun-tired, and the wine was flowing. At some point Chris casually mentioned that his wife hasn’t given him a blowjob in four or five years. He said it’s his absolute favorite thing, but she finds it gross and likes the control of denying him. I felt my face heat up. Chris is honestly really handsome, and I’m a complete blowjob slut. The thought of him going that long without one made my mouth water. Fast forward, When he went inside for more beer, I made an excuse and followed him. I found him in the kitchen, cornered him against the counter, and without a word started rubbing the front of his jeans. He got hard instantly under my hand. I pulled him into the small storage room just off the kitchen, shut the door, and dropped to my knees on the dusty floor. I yanked his jeans and boxers down, took his thick cock out, and wrapped my li
If you’ve read all three previous parts, thank you for making it this far! This is officially the last part of the story. It’s a little longer than the previous ones. And fair warning, it get’s a little fucked up. Hope you all enjoy. ————— We left off part 3 just as Sasha returned to the bedroom. Moments before I had been fully inside of Emma, throwing caution to the wind and forgoing Sasha’s ground rule overcome by pure lust. With Sasha now crawling up onto the bed, Emma slowly stroked me, telling Sasha “I want to watch you ride him to start”. Sasha teasingly responded “You’ve gotta keep playing with my nipples though, that felt so good.” Emma let go of my cock as Sasha crawled up onto the bed, straddling me and giving me a deep kiss. She gripped my shaft and guided my tip to her entrance, slowly sitting down and sliding me into her. She shivered and moaned, saying “fuck Ben I love your cock … mmm I’ve needed you inside me”. In her tone there was almost a hint of competition,
My father married when I was already nineteen. I was a sophomore then, living in the dorm, and coming home on weekends—just to do laundry, get a decent meal, and so on. My mother had left us even earlier, three years earlier, and my father was alone for a long time. I got used to the quiet house, the smell of old books and his tobacco, the same mug always standing in the kitchen, and dumplings and beer in the fridge. And then he called and said he was married. He just presented me with a fait accompli. I didn't even know how to react right away. I just asked, "Who?" He replied, "Come over and meet me." Her name was Irina. She was thirty-two. I remembered the number because it somehow immediately stuck out to me—thirty-two, and my father was forty-eight. I thought then: well, it happens. Anything can happen. Maybe she needs an apartment, maybe something else. Anyway, I didn't really worry about it. I had enough of my own problems—sessions, a part-time job, I h
The door opens, you come in with your suitcase, take off your coat without looking at me. It smells of the road, perfume, a foreign city. I stand in the hallway, waiting. You finally look—and I understand everything in your eyes. You're not tired. You're not missing me in a human way. You want to. You put down your suitcase, without taking off your shoes, and come closer. Silently. You take my chin and turn my face. You look. I remain silent. You run your thumb over my bottom lip, pressing lightly. I open my mouth. You smile—briefly, without warmth, rather contentedly. "Did you miss me?" you ask. Your voice is low, calm. I nod. You let go of my chin and walk into the room without turning around. I follow you. The suitcase is still standing in the hallway. In the room, you click the locks, lift the lid. You take out something wrapped in black cloth. You put it on the bed. You unfold it. A belt. Leather, wide, with a buckle. I look at it, then at you. You don’t smile.
There is this guy I have been hooking up with for about two weeks. His name is Reed. He has a girlfriend. I know that because he told me the first night when we were already in my bed and his hand was already between my legs and I said "I don't care" and I meant it. He tells her he is at the gym. Every time. He shows up at my apartment in basketball shorts and a hoodie with a gym bag in his car and he fucks me and then he goes home and showers and tells her he had a good workout. I find this very funny honestly. Reed is tall. Six three. Big arms. Big hands. The kind of body that makes you want to climb all over it. He fucks like he's running out of time which I guess technically he is. I guess he has only an hour. Maybe ninety minutes if she is not paying attention. So he gets to my apartment and we skip the small talk and he picks me up and carries me to my bed or my couch or once just the hallway wall and he fucks me until we are both done and then he leaves. Last night tho someth
I woke up and looked down at the morning glory tenting the sheets. As I reached for my cock, my hand tangled in strawberry-blonde hair. Then I stiffened when I felt someone breathing against my neck, and I picked up a feminine scent. I twisted to the left, ready to jump out of bed, but I recognized her high cheekbones and button nose. It was my twin sister. She opened her eyes and smiled. "You look like a deer caught in the headlights." I reached for my glasses and pushed them up my nose. "What are you doing here?" She had moved out a year ago, when both of us started college. We were nineteen, but I had not bothered leaving, since unlike her I got along with our mom. "Sorry if I scared you," she said, pulling her hair into a ponytail. My eyes trailed down to her shoulders, and luckily I saw the straps of a bra. "Tiffany and I got kicked out of our apartment, so I had to move back. I couldn't find a sheet for my bed, so I decided to crash here." "You could have told me before snea
This happened while we were all in college. We were at this big beach house with a group of friends. Rooms were limited, so Maya (my girlfriend), her best friend Lena, and I ended up in the same room, one queen and a twin. Maya and I took the queen. Lena took the twin a few feet away. It felt normal. The third night everyone stayed up drinking on the porch. By the time we came inside, Maya was already half-asleep. She pulled the covers up, kissed me once, and was out within minutes. Lena changed in the bathroom and came back in a soft oversized shirt that kept slipping off one shoulder. She climbed into her twin bed. I was in shorts, still drunk from the beer and the salt air, lying on my back next to Maya. The room was quiet except for the waves through the open window and Maya’s slow, even breathing beside me. I dropped off hard. I don’t know how long I was under. The first thing that reached me was the careful shift of the mattress on my side. Soft fingers testing the waistband
It happened when I was in college, on the train ride back home. The train was always filled with students, most of whom knew each other. On this particular trip, my friend brought his girlfriend and another girl along. Before the train had even started, I had settled into my side upper berth. We all introduced ourselves and then continued talking as if we had known each other for ages. As time passed, everyone was tired and getting ready to rest, but I normally can't sleep while traveling, so I took out my laptop to watch a movie. The new girl saw me and asked if she could join. She then climbed up to the berth to sit with me. Almost an hour into the movie, I could see that she was feeling cold, so I offered her my blanket. She was a bit reluctant because we would have to sit really close to share it, but then she looked at me with a naughty expression on her face. It triggered something in me, and I wondered if I should make a move. I just needed a sign. We were sitting really close
A few days ago, my friend group had an out of state wedding - the last unmarried couple in our group was finally tying the knot. It was supposed to be a big affair and ended up being pretty expensive so we all opted to share rooms. We of course chose to grab a two-queen bed hotel room with Dani and Mark, planning to have some fun with one another after the wedding reception was over. We had not seen Dani and Mark since our full swap with them but had been in frequent contact, exchanging nudes and videos here and there on top of the normal messaging. They were also on board with only fucking a few times before going back to just friends to make sure our friendship didn’t get messy or too intimate but before it ran its course, we wanted to experiment some. Dani had this fantasy of getting passed back and forth between Mark and I, with Kate agreeing to the same – basically a full MFMF foursome. The weekend came and we drove up early Saturday afternoon, sharing a car with Mark and Dani