Been wanting to get this one off my chest for a while. I want you to imagine your typical cute girl next door. She's 19, red hair, so much potential, just the sweetest girl. But she's got a body that just absolutely won't quit. She's got an incredible rack that's almost always on display, an ass that's impossible to hide, and the most insane case of DSL you've ever seen. A walking dream. A few steps above imagining, I've lived next to this girl for a while. Knew her parents even longer. I've supported her through all her extracurriculars through school, made her dinner when her folks weren't home, the likes. On the night in question, her folks just didn't happen to be home. She asked me to keep her company while she did some studying for college and maybe whip up some grub. This was nothing out of the ordinary. I came over at roughly 6:30pm, with her parents slated to be home around 9:30. 3 hours to cook, eat, and maybe help with homework if it's math-related. Easy peasy! While s
My best friend was got married this summer. He'd asked me to be his best man. We'd originally met in college, and I was there during the early years of his relationship with his wife. I was excited for them to get married. The part I wasn't looking forward to was the speech I had to give—public speaking is tough. I felt a lot of pressure to deliver a really great speech. My friend was hoping for it to be funny, with little stories from our time together as friends. However, I wanted it to be audience-appropriate and heart-warming too. I wanted everyone to be pleasantly surprised by some clever humour and touching moments. I had set my sights high. Well, I didn't end up writing it until a week before the wedding (I mean, I only had over a year to prepare) ... But I guess I work well under pressure; I managed to get something fairly structured down on paper (the notes app actually—which I then printed out). I broke it down into sections and rehearsed eac
*This is a long, but true story about the very infrequent, but very real moment in life when two people act on an immediate, mutual attraction so intense and so passionate that it defies logic*. I had to close a deal in Argentina. The day of departure, I had a late afternoon client engagement in midtown that required me to be in a suit and I did not have time to go home and change into more comfortable clothes for the overnight flight, so I went straight to JFK. After check-in, I went to the Centurion Lounge with the intention to change clothes in order to fully relax while enjoying a nice cocktail and a bite to eat. As I made my way through the lounge, I noticed a woman with an absolutely breathtaking figure and stunningly gorgeous face standing at the bar about to order a drink. We locked eyes for a fraction of a second, but our mutual gaze was so intense that I felt like I entered a slow-motion action scene in a Guy Ritche movie. An instinctual process overcame me - I was
My outfit for a concert I went to last night was a tiny black top and an even tinier black skirt. It started out with me dressing slutty just for the sake of dressing slutty with no real intentions, but when I got there some friends pulled me from my seat and took me closer to the stage where the floor seats were. Everybody was packed in reallyyy tight trying to get up against the stage, and every time I was comfortable where I was, my friends would insist we all squeeze through and get closer. The last people that we cut through in the crowd was these two guys who presumably came together, and were almost a little too happy to let me stand right in front of them. Once we were close enough to the stage (there was probably a distance of about 3 people in front of me) we were finally settled, the lights went dark and it was time for the show to start. As soon as the lights were off the crowd and on the stage, I felt a hand brush up towards the bottom of my skirt. Not thinking too much o
I was told this story of hers (once, under a very good drunk) by my very good friend, with whom at the time of work at the company we had some pleasant confidential (but not long-term close ones, unfortunately - three times with camouflage after a working day on the occasion of some - some holidays on a little drunk do not count, of course, but both caught euphoria) relationship at one time and with whom we worked in one good foreign company. Elvira worked as the chief economist, practically, which meant financial director, I am the only lawyer in the company. Elya, who was 36 years old then, and I am 30, I must say, in our company, was probably the most proud and not giving married young woman with two offspring, although other women of all ages unceremoniously got rid of completely in our sabantuis, pushing them apart without any problems legs and getting all the pleasures from male members, even dancing naked on banquet tables, moving food along the edge. Everyone fucked each othe
Other than during that time of the month. Each night when we are ready to sleep, I have my boyfriend penetrate me. If it’s a cooler night I’ll sleep on him lying in the cowgirl position, but most nights I’ll be the little spoon with him penetrating me from the big spoon position. I may only be ‘wet enough’ to penetrate when he puts it in, but there’s no other time or action that makes me grool as much as it does throughout the night when he’s inside of me. I can wake up randomly and we both be absolutely covered in my fluids that have leaked out. Often lying in the wet patch, but I don’t care! Mentally I just feel so connected to him, almost like he’s the plug and I’m the port, transferring all of his love through himself into me every night! That’s not even to mention that my wet dream orgasms, with him inside me, have increased ten fold! I maybe had two or three sleeping orgasms from wet dreams in my whole life before this. Now I have one or two per month! His penis head stays in m
*Author's notice: This is a repost of a story I removed earlier. This is edited to follow rules better and other improvements. Features a brother (18) and sister (25)* ***fictional*** *story. Involves incest and cheating. Told from man's perspective. Any later edits in this story are grammar mistakes or readability fixes.* ​ It all happened the week after I had finally turned 18. My older sister Elizabeth, 25 at the time, was coming for a visit. Everyone called her just Ellie for short, except our father who had fascination for traditional names. Ellie was also married at the time but her husband didn't come. It would be only us, the core family, celebrating the reunion. I was so excited to see her again, I hadn’t seen her in four years since she moved across the States. There were other reasons too. Ellie was the most awesome person I knew. Her personality and looks were something I had never seen. She was intelligent, fun and outgoing. Her motherly instincts kept her ve
For some time after the threesome, I was bursting with conflicting emotions. Jealousy came in waves, suddenly throwing me from "I legally fucked my girlfriend's hot friend in every way" to "Oksana cheated on me right in front of me." I did not want to quarrel and I withdrew into myself. Previously, Oksana would have found out what was the matter (by all means accompanying the interrogation with torture), but now I saw that she was also worried and was afraid to worsen the situation. This really upset me: I thought that if she felt guilty, then my jealousy was pointing in the right direction. Does she cheat on me regularly? Does she have a relationship with Dasha? Maybe she prefers women in general? This went on for several painful days, until Oksana decided to speak about it first: "I... owe you an apology," she said, fidgeting nervously with an unbuttoned shirt button. - For what? I asked sadly. - Then ... With Dasha ... It seems to me that I have somewhat crossed the line.
So throwaway for obvious reasons me \[F22\] and a guy I’ve been friends with for 12 years were just hanging out and having a few drinks this past weekend. Anyway I had friend-zoned him long ago and didn’t think we’d ever do anything like this but he mentioned he was in a dry spell. To cut a long story short he kept kind of hinting masked as a joke that I could fuck him or suck his cock. After a few hours of him mentioning it every now and then I found myself on my knees sucking his dick. Thing is though he started saying stuff like he knew I’d do stuff like this. He’d been waiting for years etc He called me mean names, which I’m fine with I kinda liked it. But now it feels weird when I see him, like the friendship isn’t the same.
A few months ago a friend of mine and I opened a gloryhole at a bar that she owns. Every Saturday I go there and service countless cocks while she serves drinks and steers men my way. It's honestly the highlight of my week and I just got home. I'm still cum drunk (and normal drunk lol) and I can't stop thinking about it. There's just something so hot about making strangers cum wherever I want. I was there for the past 4 hours and I never took a break. There's nothing more exciting than seeing money fall though a hole and then a juicy cock. I must have made at least 30 men cum while I was there. They came all over my face, tits and ass and I took 9 creampies. I ended up making over $800. I still haven't cleaned myself up, I'm laying here covered in cum fucking myself. My son is at a friend's house so I have all night.
Since a little ago, I had been having sex with another woman in front of my wife. She enjoys it a lot and almost all the times im fucking our girl, she is fingering herself while watching us. After our firsts times were in hotels, fullfilling my wife's fantasies started to get expensive, so we moved it to our home, and somehow it became even better to her. She said that, watching our girl cumming on her side of our bed turned her on a lot. To our pleassure, doing it at our home maked our girl had more confidence with us, increasing the times per week we do it from 2 to 4 or 5 every week, and if im lucky, ar least once at week my wife join us. Honestly Im living the dream. But last night it escalated even more, and I didnt believed it was possible. It started like other times, some snacks, a little chat, some drinks, and then we went to the room. My wife took a seat while she watched how I kissed and stripped naked our girl. I throwed her into the bed and went down to eat her pussy.
Earlier this year I threw a small party for my husband’s birthday. The party was great and everyone had a good time. Near the end of the night it was only myself, my sister Kelsey, my husband Lucas and three of his friends, My sister Kelsey and I were out with my husband, Lucas and 3 of his friends: James, Ryan and Brett. We were all hanging out in the living room and Kelsey was getting quite handsy as she was making out with Ryan. To preface the story, everyone who was at the party was aware of my mine and my husband’s swinging and extramarital activities and had participated in some form previously. I’ve slept with James on his own and had threesomes with Ryan, Brett and my husband before. And of course my husband has slept with Kelsey before (you can read about that in my previous stories). Before I get to the fun part, a description of everyone involved: James is just over 6 feet tall and quite average looking with brown hair and brown eyes. Ryan is a little taller at 6’2”, is in
I have been with my wife since we were kids. because of this I am very close to her family. I'm fact I briefly dated her one of herittle sisters, Lexi, I'm high school before I got together with my wife. But that was a very long time ago. Lexi is grown up and a few years ago she was pregnant. She was single, the dad flaked out and didn't want anything to do with the responsibility, but Lexi is one tough chick, and she handled it better than most. She was progressing nicely and absolutely glowing and beautiful. We were all so happy for her. Around 8 months or so she made it known that she wanted to have some nice pregnancy photos taken. Since I was a professional photographer at the time, I told her I'd me more than happy to help. I didn't normally do pregnancy portrait, I was a product photographer mostly, so I did some research and found some really nice examples to show her that we could try. Now when you start looking up fine art pregnancy portraits, you'll notice a trend. T
The following morning I wake up and get out of bed to try and get my day started. I lean over and kiss Tori, tell her how amazing last night was and ask if she wants any coffee. She grumbles a yes and request some excedrin as well. I throw on some sweats and tshirt and head to the kitchen. I return with some coffee and meds for Tori. she thanks me and ask if Diana is up. I say I had not heard from her yet. Tori tells me to go check on her and take her some coffee. As I am walking out, Tori says, “make sure you get her whatever she needs.” I don't think much of this comment assuming she means coffee, water, meds etc. I make another cup of coffee and head downstairs to check on Diana. The bedroom door is open as I approach and I pop my head in and see that Diana is still asleep. I lightly knock on the open door to announce I’m there and tell her I brought her some coffee. She wakes up and in a sexy sleepy voice says “Heyyy…” I approach the bedside table and set the coffee down. She sits
Standing in the corridor of the car, Igor thought about how he does not like Chelyabinsk. Dirty, suffocating, dank, fussy and stupid. Even more he did not like business trips. This time in the company of Irina Vladimirovna, who is now changing clothes behind closed doors. Irina Vladimirovna could well be called Ira, and even Irochka. A young, 26-year-old lady, with a very pleasant appearance, successfully hidden behind thick glasses, lack of makeup, baggy, shapeless dresses and sweaters, with an eternal ponytail on her head. But "respect", Irina Vladimirovna, found in the team with a prim character and an absolute lack of femininity. And now, as soon as Irina entered the compartment, Irina commanded Igor to go out and let her change clothes, while asking Igor not to run into the restaurant car, so as not to poison her with fumes. The 29 hour trip promised to be a real challenge... Opening the door, Irina silently let Igor into the compartment. The young man was surprised at the c
Me and my boyfriend have been together for just over a year and have an incredible sex life. He’s bought the slut out in me and I absolutely love it. When we were first together he told me about his fantasy to share me with his best friend, we had all known each other for so long and I found him hot so I almost instantly agreed. I’ve now been shared by them 3 times. The first was a while ago when drunk at my bf’s house, my bf was using my vibrator on me over my thong in his bedroom when his best friend walked in, he then held the vibrator himself and one thing led to another and they both fucked me. The second time was in someone else’s house after a party, the three of us were sharing the same bed. I was sleeping between them both and again one thing led to another and they both ended up double penetrating my 😽 The third happened just yesterday. He slept round ours the night before and in the morning I was taking a shower. After about 5 minutes they both walk in, without even s
The three of us went out for a couple of drinks in town one night and my mates chick drove us in. I had planned to meet a girl in there that I was talking to on Tinder. Later in the night a little after midnight, as my mate was getting increasingly drunk, we decided to head home. I said my goodbyes to my date and we all left to go home. My mate was so drunk and his chick put him in the back seat and I rode up front. He passed out somewhere along the way home. 30 mins later we pull up outside my apartment and we sit for a couple of mins chatting. Meanwhile she’s giving me fuck eyes, hard. I was horny as fuck after just a short time ago hooking up with my date as we left. I could sense she wanted me to do something so I leant over and kissed her. Passionately hooking up while my drunk ass mate is passed out in the back. She started rubbing my cock so I took that as the opportunity to whip my throbbing hard cock out. We’re still kissing as she’s gently playing with my cock. She th
I’ve been with him since I was 16. We knew after less than a month we were going to spend forever together. I would do absolutely anything for him, and he would for me as well. But (there’s always a but…) He’s always had a very high sex drive, and I never really did, even when we were teens. Probably around age 20 I stopped having any sex drive at all. I love him more than life itself, partially because he never once pressured me to do anything I didn’t want to do. He knew what a struggle my sex drive was for me and was always so much more than happy to cuddle instead of sex. But I knew he wanted more. So I started planning my weekends around making myself have sex. He is *extremely* generous in the bedroom, and, even though I never walked away without climaxing, I still didn’t enjoy it as much as I should have. I started thinking about sex as something I was doing *for* him instead of *with* him. And I did it for a long time because I wanted so desperately to make him happy. A year
It feels odd to be writing this because, so far, none of the partners shared in my tales have still been in my life. But this is an account of a revelatory experience for me and my current partner, Lucas. When I was 29, Lucas and I had been together for about a year and a half, and this would be the first time I’d maintained a relationship with someone who had the same sexual appetite as I had, and the same interest in experimentation. I have a history of spontaneous sex that I very much cherish, but by this point, Tinder was a thing, sex positive discourse was spreading, and people were becoming more organised, pragmatic, and open about their sexuality. All of which is wonderful news, but this coupled with a long term relationship had meant that being picked up or seduced seemed a more distant prospect than it ever had. So, Lucas. I love Lucas. I have to remind you that I’m changing names here, and so for me to type that out feels odd as well. I adore him. Lucas is 6’2”, stocky, and
I’ve been in a pretty open and adventurous relationship for just over a year, and a month into my relationship is when I had my first threesome. I never ever thought that this would be my kind of thing, being with two men at the same time but it opened my mind to a whole world of sexual excitement so now I’ve never looked back. To some this may sound cliche, but it was with my boyfriend and his best friend of 10 years after a night out drinking. The three of us have a very natural, long standing, open and banter filled relationship, nights out like this were a regular occurrence. When we got back home, we had only maybe one more drink each before going to bed. My bf and I go into our room and the friend goes into the spare. We have a large range of sex toys under our bed, you name it, we probably have it. As I’m lying on the bed in now nothing but a black thong my bf pulls the large plug in wand (one of my favs) from under the bed, plugs it in, turns it on and starts to massage m