My name is Alexander, and I was 19 years old when this happened. Anna, my older sister, was 24. We had always been close — closer than most siblings, I guess. Growing up, we shared everything: secrets, late-night talks, even the same bathroom when we were kids. But after I turned 18, something shifted. I started noticing her in ways I never should have. The way her tank tops clung to her full, perky C-cup breasts when she came out of the shower. The curve of her hips in those tiny sleep shorts. The soft sway of her ass when she walked around the house in just a T-shirt and panties. She had long, wavy chestnut hair that fell down her back, smooth olive skin, and these big hazel eyes that could make my stomach flip. Our parents had gone on a two-week anniversary trip to Europe, leaving the house to just the two of us. It was the middle of summer, hot as hell, and the AC in our old house barely worked. That Friday night, everything changed. I was in the living room watching some min
“Hey, we’re hiking up to that lake you did yesterday—you wanna’ come?” the RA said, ducking his head into my tent. I was still in my oversized REI sleeping bag, reclining, with my knees up, creating a kind of second tent. “Naw, man, I’m good. Pretty tired from yesterday.” I yawned performatively, wiping sleep from my eyes. “I’m gonna’ try and catch some more shut eye.” “Sure. Oh, hey, have you seen Diana? Leslie and Ellen are looking for her.” “Not since we all turned in last night. Maybe she’s showering back at the station?” “Yeah, maybe. If you see her, let her know, I guess. Take it easy.” The RA ducked out of my tent and I waited till I heard him walk off before glancing down into my sleeping back where Diana lay, face buried between my legs and fully impaled on my cock, drool dripping out of her sloppy lips. “Did you tell anyone where you were going last night?” Slurping with obvious satisfaction, she slid my cock out of her mouth, and let it rest against her cheek, snugglin
One night I was over at my sister’s house, we were drinking and watching something on the tv I couldn’t even tell you what it was now. She had far more than me and passed out early, but stayed up on my phone in the living room. Her husband, my brother in law, came home from his night shift and we started chatting. Somehow I learned that my sister hadn’t been putting out, and he was staying late at work cause he knew he wouldn’t get anything when he went home so he didn’t see a point in going. At this point he was sitting next to me on the couch. I noticed he kept looking me up and down, mainly at my chest. We had gotten closer while he was talking, more like ranting at this point, and next thing I knew we were kissing. He pulled me on his lap and put his hands up my shirt, grabbing my chest. I was grinding into him, trying not to moan and wake up my sister upstairs. He took off his shirt, tossing it aside and I did the same, my chest falling freely. Immediately he was leaving hickies
My first girlfriend was Sveta, a 23-year-old girl from Krasnodar who came to Gelendzhik for the summer to visit a friend. I was nineteen, working as a lifeguard on one of the beaches between Kabardinka and Gelendzhik. I'd spend all day hanging out on the tower in just shorts, looking at the sea and the girls in bathing suits. Sveta showed up almost every evening after six, when the sun was less scorching. She rented a room in a private house nearby and came alone, always wearing the same red bikini that barely held up her breasts. She wasn't a model, but she had the kind of body that immediately got me hard. She was about 5'6", with heavy D-cup breasts, with noticeable nipples that always poked through the thin fabric. Her waist was narrow, but her hips and ass were wide and luscious, so wide that when she walked along the pebbles, everything shook and swayed. I silently gave her 95-68-105, and every time she passed my tower, I pretended to stare at the sea, but out
I’m 28 and my husband suggested we visit a traditional nude sauna during our trip to Germany. The idea made me nervous but also strangely excited. We wrapped towels around ourselves and stepped inside the hot wooden room together. There was already one woman and five men sitting on the benches. I chose a spot and, after a few moments, I let my towel fall away, exposing my bare breasts to the warm air. My husband sat right beside me. I could immediately feel the men’s eyes drifting over my body. They tried to be discreet at first, but their glances kept returning to my chest. After a while my husband excused himself to take a quick shower outside. As soon as he left, three of the guys were directly facing me. I slowly drew my knees up and let my thighs part just enough. My pussy lips were now completely open to their view. I kept my face calm, pretending I was simply relaxing in the heat, but inside I was buzzing with the thrill of their open stares. None of them looked away; they wer
Hi! It’s been a while since I’ve posted but I had a pretty intense public accidental orgasm last night at the gym and so I thought I’d dust off the Reddit account and share with you guys. So it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid and I haven’t masturbated for 3 days. So my plan last night was to hit up the gym, grab dinner on my way home, watch some shitty Netflix while I eat, shower, and then grab my toy to send me into orbital bliss. Bikini, boat, and beach season is right around the corner so I thought at the very least I’ll hit up the treadmill and do some core to get me ready for my small collection of new bikinis. I strolled through the rows of treadmills and those that were not taken were either broken or in such disarray that they should have just been thrown away. What the hell is up with these loose fucking treads? Sorry. My pet peeve. So rather than jog for a few miles I resorted to the stationary peloton style bike. I do really love spin classes but last night I just ne
I hadn't planned anything at all that evening. Seriously. I just came to my mom's for the weekend, to get away from the dorm and eat some proper home-cooked food. I'm nineteen, a second-year student at the University of Technology. When I walked into the kitchen, Mom was busy at the stove, and Natalya was standing next to her. Her best friend. We'd known each other my entire adult life. She'd been coming to visit us for as long as I could remember. Tall, brunette, always perfectly coiffed, smelling of expensive perfume. Mom constantly says how great Natalya is, how well-preserved she is, even though she's supposedly forty-four. And that's when I looked at her differently for the first time. Not as "Aunt Natasha," but as... a woman. She was wearing a simple housedress, light, just below the knee, sleeveless. It hugged her hips in a way that made something click in my head. "Son, wash your hands and sit down. Natalya is staying with us tonight,
That evening I came home earlier than usual. The door to the apartment was ajar. I heard their voices hers and that guy from the gym. She was moaning softly, the way she always did when she liked it. I did not go in. I just closed the door and left. It was cold outside. I lit a cigarette. A week later I called her older sister. Maria. Thirty-two. Modest. She worked in a library. She wore sweaters that hid everything. We sometimes met at family dinners. She always sat in the corner and said little. “Hi,” I said on the phone. “Can I come over? There’s something to talk about.” She paused. “Of course. Come.” I arrived in the evening. She opened the door in an old robe, hair in a ponytail. The apartment smelled of tea and books. “What happened?” she asked, not looking me in the eye. I sat on the couch. She remained standing. “Your sister is cheating on me. I know.” Maria blushed. “I… I didn’t know. Sorry.” “Don’t apologize. That’s not why I’m here.” She raised her eyes. There
I had always wanted to experience tattooing. There is something very thrilling about it. I came from a very conservative Asian family and growing up, getting tattoos and piercings are a big no-no. Tattoos, piercings, and other deviants acts are considered taboos for a normal girl with good upbringing. Anyway, I'm trying to tell you my life story here so what happened was I know this girlfriend whose husband is a tattoo artist and she had tattoos next to her pussy and she even had her pussy pierced with rings attached by her husband. The work was really exquisite and they looked hot. When she's at home, her husband would attach little locks and leashes to her pussy rings and it was a turn on looking at it. I talked to my husband about it and because I'm very submissive and a little bit of a masochist, I literally had to beg my husband to let me try it. I was approved and so I decided to give it a try too. Not the piercing, just some tattoo to start with. and so one day my girlfrie
I'd like to share a story that happened to me last summer. My wife and I rented a dacha in a small village, and we shared a bathhouse with our neighbors—an old wooden structure where everyone took turns steaming on weekends. My neighbor, Liza, a young widow in her thirties, lived alone, with a stunning figure: full breasts, a narrow waist, long legs, and a butt so perfect you couldn't take your eyes off her. I'd sometimes see her in the garden wearing short shorts, and it turned me on, but it never went beyond fantasy. One hot evening, my wife went into town on business, and I decided to take a steam bath in the banya. I lit the stove and filled it with water, but then I heard footsteps – Liza had arrived too, apparently unaware I was there. She entered the changing room and began to undress, while I, already in the steam room, froze. The door to the steam room had a small, fogged-up window, but I could peek through a crack in the wall – it was an old banya, with holes e
A few years back on our anniversary I surprised my girlfriend with the pearl underwear I'd bought online. It was this stunning black thong with delicate string of smooth, lustrous pearls. She slipped it on in our bedroom, her eyes lighting up with that mischievous spark as she adjusted the pearls so they pressed gently along her pussy, the largest one sitting right over her clit. 'You're evil,' she laughed, but the way her cheeks flushed told me she was already intrigued. We decided to test it out on a walk through the park nearby nothing too crowded, just a leisurely stroll to see how far we could push each other. We stepped out hand in hand, the warm breeze brushing against our skin as we hit the path lined with tall trees. She wore a light sundress that swayed with her hips. I could tell from the start that the pearls were doing their job; her steps were a bit shorter, more deliberate, like she was trying to control the friction. 'Something bothering you?' I whispered, leaning clos
If you guys enjoy this story I’ll write some more. Names have been changed for privacy. This is just part 1 of many stories I have about my neighbors girlfriend and how our interactions escalated the more time we spent together. About a year ago I (27M) moved to a new neighborhood after ending a long term relationship. It was my first time being single in 6 years and after that long of a relationship i was pretty oblivious to women flirting/ making advances with me. To be honest i was taking the breakup pretty hard so the last thing on my mind was trying to get with someone else. On move-in day I was shuffling boxes and furniture into the house when my friend, let’s call him Mark (M21) came by and asked if I needed a hand, i was surprised to see him. He told me he lived across the street with his mom, stepdad and girlfriend. He helped me move more of my belongings and as we carried the couch inside his girlfriend, let’s call her Harper (F20) came by to offer a hand. Mark and I got
It was one of those things you always kinda have on your list but never act upon... I had fantasized about it for years. Although I have watched tons of glory-hole porn, every time I actually looked for one, I was a bit discouraged by the actual reviews. Too many people saying it was dirty, awful or just gross. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting porn-quality men or dicks, but I do need a bit of... Safety? So a couple of months ago, a new sex shop opened, and I saw a lot of fairly good publicity. I found out it also had a "private DVD-watching area" which, as I discovered, is just a boring way of saying "glory hole" hahaha. I went maybe 3 or 4 times since the grand opening... I bought a couple of toys, a couple of lubes, had a chat with the super nice lady working there... And I knew I wanted to ask and discover more about the glory hole, but I could never win against my shyness. This last week I have been particularly horny (Hormones, porn, some guys teasing me...) so I made up m
I’ve had this flirty thing going a guy, Rich, who goes to my gym. We followed each other online, would end up chatting in the gym and from there, I asked about his basketball videos. Tbh, I know nothing about basketball. It seems ends to end exciting, and the guys are very athletic, that’s good enough for me. I learned Rich is in his last year of University and is… 22. I’m 37! I literally get off on being the older woman. I’ve had a few experiences where I can give myself to a 20s guy and I can barely articulate how it makes me feel. It’s the psychology of; has he ever been with a woman who reaaaally knows what she’s doing in the bedroom or even a much older woman?! I wished him luck for his Sunday night game. I joked, “maybe you’ll get lucky if you win.” “There’s nobody to get lucky with.” He quickly added he’s speaking to a girl from a tennis team. OKAY, competitive me = activated. I wanted to outdo her. He said she’s hot and cold. I asked if s
I’d always noticed Sarah from across the office. Sharp tongue in meetings, tight skirts hugging her hips just right, that look she’d give me over her monitor like she knew exactly what she was doing. We’d spent months trading sly smiles, brushing a little too close in the break room, stretching conversations longer than necessary. On my last day, the tension felt electric. After the farewell drinks with the team, she leaned in close. “We should celebrate your freedom,” she said, eyes locked on mine. “Bar down the street. My treat.” The place was dim and loud, but we found a cramped corner booth. Our knees touched immediately. Neither of us moved them. Beers turned into shots. We laughed about late nights at the office, bitched about the boss, and then the conversation shifted, lower and slower. She leaned forward, blouse dipping just enough to flash the lace edge of her bra. “You’ve been checking me out for months,” she teased, her foot sliding slowly up my calf. “Guilty,” I admi
so this guy is one of my absolute best friends ever....he's super chill, always checks in on me, sweet in that lowkey way, but we've never gone there "romantically'" he's not really muy type and back when we got close i just needed a solid friend more than anything, so it worked perfectly for both of us. anyway, one night we're drunk and we're talking deep personal shit and he opens up about how he struggles with sex because he's really sensitive down there and **cums SUUPER FAST. like embarrassingly fast.** he said it makes him anxious every time things get intimate and he just ends up in his head the whole time. i told him straight up there are girls out there who think that's cute or hot or whatever, he just has to find the right one, but he was clearly self-conscious af about it. so **i half-jokingly, half-seriously offered to help him practice..**..blowjobs on the regular until he could last longer and feel more confident. he laughed his ass off at first thinking i was messing
The next evening, when Alyona crossed the threshold, Andrei barely recognized the woman who had left that morning. A different being appeared before him—domineering, transformed. Her posture and gaze radiated an icy arrogance that took her husband's breath away. He was accustomed to the role of subordinate, but now that role was imbued with a new, intoxicating meaning—he stood before not just a wife, but a mistress. With a slight movement of her hand, she indicated that he should kneel. Then she revealed part of her body to him. Andrei pressed himself to her hungrily, tasting the unmistakable traces of another's presence in his mouth. His furtive glances at her face were met only by a cold disdain, visible in the upturned corner of her lips, making his heart beat faster. "Enough," came a voice from above, and he immediately pulled away. Alyona, adjusting her clothes, got on all fours, arching her back. "You know what to do." "Of course, my love." He p
It was one of those night shifts that starts out like any other. A hospital after midnight is a world unto itself. Silence punctuated by the beeping of machines, dim light in the hallways, and a feeling as if the rest of the city had died out. I, Sveta, had been working here as a nurse for five years. I knew every corner, every creaking linoleum. That evening, there was a corporate party celebrating some anniversary of the head physician. A modest drinking session in the staff room on the second floor. Champagne, cognac, cheap snacks. I sipped a little, then another, the tension of the shift slowly dissolving in a light, pleasant alcoholic haze. I wasn't completely drunk, but rather warmed up. My body felt light, my cheeks were flushed, and playful, warm shivers ran through me. I threw my white robe over the short black dress I'd worn underneath—I planned to pop into a club after my shift. The robe came unbuttoned, revealing my cleavage and the slightly trembling, firm breas
The club was hot and loud and sweaty, the air thick with perfume, spilled alcohol, and the throbbing pulse of the bass. Beams of light cut across the room in sharp lines, dancing with the crowd in rhythmic pulses. People were packed tight on the dancefloor, bodies brushing and grinding, hips rolling in time with the beat. This was not my scene, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Max’s either, but Julie was grinning, her blue dress clinging to her skin, the thin straps barely holding it together, her breasts bouncing with every step. “Let’s get drinks first!” Julie shouted over the music, pointing at the bar. Max nodded, still looking a little overwhelmed, his eyes darting over the crowd. I felt his pain. An evening inside with a good book or videogame was more my speed. I touched his arm lightly. “You okay?” I mouthed. He nodded emphatically, like he did this sort of thing every day. “Of course!” Julie grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bar, dragging him through the mass of d
My husband and I have always floated the idea of swinging and talk about it a lot in the bedroom. The idea of sharing me really turns both of us on. So, finally while traveling abroad we decided to go to our first swingers club. It would be perfect, we wouldn’t know anyone there and we would play with only each other. Mostly because I was nervous but also we decided that it would be a good way to dip our toes into the water and not rush into something so new to us. We get there, stow away our clothes and belongings and start touring the facility. The first thing we saw was a MFMF in the middle of the main room. The noises alone made me instantly dripping wet. We went to the bar to take a shot of tequila to calm my nerves and get our blue “plays together only” bracelets. We venture back to the main room and situate ourselves near a mesh wall that looks into a smaller group room. The noises and all of the bodies moving together was one of the hottest things I’ve witnessed. First I