These past months I've been tutoring a girl in biology. She's on her last year of high school and needed help with the subject, and since I'm studying biochemistry I thought I'd help her out. ​ For the most part the classes were completely normal, we just solved problems in her room and occasionally took a break to chat. Even though I tried to keep it as professional as possible I noticed every now and again she would compliment how I looked, rest her hand on my arm for a while until I moved, or messaged me randomly just to chat. ​ This was very difficult to resist, and to be honest she's insanely hot so for the last few weeks I stopped trying and started actively flirting with her. ​ For starters she's about 1.50m tall (5'0 I think) while I measure at 1.90m (6'3), so the size difference was driving me crazy. She has tiny tits and a huge toned ass from gymnastics, along with beautiful legs. She's a tanned brunette and wears glasses which gives h
I work at a school. a new female teacher joined my team and we shared an office together . I’m 32 years old and in good shape. she was same age and very hot. For first few weeks at school we were friendly and got along super well. after work on a Friday we decided to have some corner beers. She was a little tipsy and told me she wanted to say something on her mind but was afraid. after some convincing she straight up told me she has a fixation of giving blowjobs and wish she could everyday. my heart began to beat so fast but I calmly said I wish that could be me. I’m married btw and so was she. she smiled and said she hoped I would say that. we walked over to a hidden corner and she sucked me for a few seconds. after that day, she gave me blowjobs regularly at work. there was a big storage area and we built a little cubby in the back of it. it was the best working year of my life my life but unfortunately she left the school after the 1 year.
My best friend has an 18-year-old brother who can sometimes be a little asshole. He once told us how one of his friends was the only virgin in their group. The more he talked, the meaner he got, making fun of his friend. It really pissed me off. Apparently his friend "B" had lied about sleeping with some girl. I've met B and he’s genuinely a nice guy, just very shy and a little awkward. I started defending B and asked how my friend’s brother even knew he was lying. He said it was obvious because B could barely talk to a girl. I told him some girls actually love quiet, shy guys. The next few times I saw B at my friend’s house, I was extra nice to him. I complimented him whenever I could and laughed at his jokes. He’s actually really funny when he speaks up. He just needed a little confidence boost. I got a chance to speak to B alone and steered the conversation toward what he’d told my friend’s brother. It got quite deep, and he opened up. It was true, he was still a virgin. At some
So, for context, my wife is a heavy sleeper. Her and her sister (I’ll call her Jane) are really close, and early on, my wife had accidentally shared some pictures with her and was rather talkative to her about our sex life. My wife and I are 31 and 32, her sister is 28. Well, we shared an Airbnb with her side of the family one night and we were told she may need the extra bed in our room. The night went on, my wife and I slept and my SIL, we’ll call her Sarah, stayed up downstairs so I assumed she wasn’t going to need the bed. The room was small, illuminated by the alarm clock red light but had our queen bed and a double. Laying there in bed, feeling especially horny, my cock began to press against my underwear as I laid in bed thinking of my wife. I made my way to the attached bathroom and continued, took some time, then made it back to bed, still stroking myself. I laid back, had the blanket at my ankles and was slowly stroking myself cock. Then, in the “empty” bed in the room I
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
I've been thinking a lot about Angie, my first "serious" girlfriend. This is a true story about her. If you like it, reach out! I love to chat. ... In my early 20’s I met Angie, and she wound up being my first long-term girlfriend. We were both young and figuring things out, trying out new jobs and imagining the many directions our lives could take us. Angie had bleached-blonde hair and dark eyebrows. She was short and small-breasted, but I found her androgynous body enormously attractive. She was a very sexual person, far more experienced than I was. With her I had a lot of “firsts”: first sex outdoors, first blowjob in a car, first anal. She knew what she wanted, though she also enjoyed it when I took control and told her exactly how I liked to be pleased. One night I was over at Angie’s and she told me that she’d messed up her scheduling with her birth control pills, and she’d have to wait a few weeks to start again. I told her I’d pick up condoms the next day, as it was already
^(soooo last week was my friend's birthday and I totally dropped the ball on getting him a gift. being broke sucks! But I've known since high school that he's had this massive crush on me, or atleast wants to smash lol (he's terrible at hiding it), so I decided to give him something I knew he'd appreciate...) ^(i decided i wanted to gift him some lewd pics of me! i already had some on hand, but i also spent an hour taking the perfect shots - started with some teasing pics in my lacy black lingerie, then slowly stripped it all off. Made sure to get all his favorite angles... bent over showing my ass, on my knees looking up at the camera, spreading myself open on my bed. Even took a few shower pics with water running down my tits.) **^(soo i sent him a folder of 20+ naked pics with the message "happy birthday you loser! Here's something to help you celebrate 😘")** **^(His response? "Holy fuck. Thank you" Then radio silence for two)** ^(days...) ^(---) ^(Finally he texted
This desire grew out of her fantasy of a complete change of context. We rented a house in a remote village on the border of three regions—a true wilderness, where cell phone reception was limited to the porch, and only on clear days. The house was well-built, with a huge Russian stove and a separate banya (sauna) on the shore of an overgrown pond. It was the banya that became the starting point. Karina imagined herself pleasuring the three sturdy village men we hired to mend the sagging fence and fix the roof right on the wet boards of the anteroom. This idea frightened me with its uncontrollability, but it excited me with the same force that frightened me. I agreed on the condition that everything stay in this bathhouse and in this wilderness. He found candidates through the local caretaker, posing as a swinging couple. The caretaker, a seasoned man, selected three. Sergei was a forty-year-old tractor driver, broad-shouldered and on his second marriage. Denis was a young gamekeeper
Obviously I didn’t plan it like that, it just kind of happened. For anyone who doesn’t know, the heat in the UK over the last few days has been INSANE, and so a couple of days ago I was hanging out in my garden with my friend’s Mark and Dave. The idea was that they were supposed to be helping me tidy the back yard before our weekly gaming session, but after a small amount of token weed-pulling, we were all bored and tired and sweaty, so we ended up lazing around and doing not much of much. Dave and Mark were both on their laptops at the table, taking refuge from the sun beneath the patio umbrella, whereas I was lying on a blanket on the grass in my new sundress, my skin bronzed already and absolutely dripping with sweat. "They completely ruined stealth builds with this update,” Mark said, staring at his laptop reading the patch notes of some game I wasn’t familiar with. “Every enemy has an absurd detection radius now.” “Sucks to suck,” Dave replied, not really listening either, ty
I’m 34M, married to Sarah (32F) for 5 years. We’ve been together 8 total. Things at home are stable; good jobs, nice house, decent sex maybe once a week, but that spark we had in our 20s is mostly gone. Her best friend Aisha (31F) has been part of our circle the entire time. They met in college and are basically sisters. Aisha is gorgeous in that quiet, elegant way: tall, curvy hips, full chest, smooth olive skin, big expressive eyes, and long dark hair she always covers with a hijab in public. She dresses very modestly, long abayas, loose cardigans, high necklines, but you can still tell she’s built like a woman who turns heads when she walks. Her husband is a decent guy, a bit older and pretty traditional. He travels a lot for work, sometimes weeks at a time. Aisha is the sweet, polite one in the group, always bringing food she cooked, remembering birthdays, the practicing Muslim who doesn’t drink but stays late laughing at our dumb jokes. The first time I really noticed her differ
I am 37 now, but this all started when I was 20. I come from a close-knit family where everyone is expected to study hard, build a stable career, and maintain a respectable image. My older brother got married when I was still in college. His wife was 23 at the time, stunning in that classic way, smooth skin, long dark hair she usually kept tied back, and a curvy figure she kept hidden under modest outfits at family gatherings. Everyone saw her as the perfect wife: polite, helpful, always stepping up during holidays and dinners. They lived in the same building as our parents, just two floors down. One weekend when I was 20, my brother asked me to drop off some documents at their place while they were out for a family event. I let myself in with the spare key. Their bedroom door was open, and on the bed lay a pile of her freshly washed lingerie, black lace panties, a deep red bra with matching thong, and a sheer nightie that looked far sexier than anything she wore in public. Something
Château de Valmont, hidden in the dense vineyards of the Loire, was transformed every April into a temple for the most discerning collectors. The stone vaults of the main hall trembled with hushed voices, and the air was thick with the aroma of aged Cabernet, old oak, and expensive tobacco. I, a twenty-four-year-old sommelier, was working at this private auction for only my second time. My task was simple and honorable: introduce the lots, describe the terroir, pour into glasses, and ensure that not a drop was wasted. None of the guests noticed how I nervously twitched my fingers behind my back as the price of yet another bottle of 1947 soared. The auction proceeded as usual—the gavel banged, the glasses clinked, and I stood at the long table with decanters, smiling and nodding. No one suspected that below me, two floors down, in the ancient wine cellar, a completely different game was already underway. After the last lot, as guests began to disperse to the terrace with cigars, the
This actually happened about half a year ago with my ex, Nate. He was 24 at the time and I was 19. He’d just come out of this messy-ass breakup because his ex was a total headcase who cheated on him constantly. We met at the gym where we both worked and the chemistry was just instant. It started with heavy flirting during shifts, which led to him driving me home and me giving him head in the parking lot or the back of his truck before I went inside. He ended up staying at my place a lot that summer. My parents actually loved the guy; they thought he was such a gentleman and a protector because of his build, even though he was just a goof ball on the inside. The vibe shifted when he finally met my older sister, Elena (she’s 21). She came home one Friday night totally wasted from a club, wearing this tiny, tight red dress that was basically a belt if you ask me. Elena has always been way more blessed in the chest department than I am, and I caught Nate straight-up staring at her tits w
So I decided to do something random and pretend i was out of town. I booked a nice hotel downtown for one night, told my friends I was going out of town for the weekend so nobody would check on me, and packed only the sluttiest things I own: a tight black mini dress that barely covers my ass, strappy heels, and nothing underneath. No bra, no panties, just bare skin. I checked in around 7pm, took a long shower, lotioned up, did my makeup heavy, smoky eyes, red lips, and left my hair down (youve seen what i look like in my instagram). Looking at myself in the mirror already had me wet. I slipped on the dress, felt how it clung to my body, and headed down to the hotel bar around 9:30pm pretending I was some out-of-town business traveler unwinding after a long day. I sat at the bar, crossed my legs so the dress rode high on my thighs, and ordered a martini. My heart was pounding. I knew exactly what I was there for. It didn’t take long. This tall, broad-shouldered guy in his mid-to-la
So I’m 19, a sophomore, I used to share apartment with Mark and that was super fun and crazy, now I’m sharing this off campus apartment with a girl who’s honestly a total smoke show. We hit it off day one because we both have zero shame. I grew up in a super progressive, "clothes optional" kind of house, so I’m basically always walking around the place in whatever I want. She’s totally fine with it and usually joins in, so the vibe is always super relaxed and open. Last Friday night was just on another level, though. I was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, completely naked and just watching some random Netflix doc, when she pings me saying she’s heading back from the bars with her guy. Honestly, I was feeling pretty lazy and a little bit worked up already, so I just grabbed a throw pillow to "cover up" and stayed right where I was. It covered most of me, but definitely not enough. They stumble in, clearly a few drinks deep and totally into each other. I just wave and go,
Back in college I was always meeting new people, whether it was in classes or hanging out on campus. I had a friend named Jenny I’d met playing volleyball by her dorm on campus. She had a break in classes the same time as me and we'd often hang out in the university center to get lunch or do homework until our next classes. Jenny was in a sorority and it was pretty common for us to see her sisters while we were hanging out and I’d met a few of them and they were always pretty nice. Vanessa was not. Vanessa was a brunette with dyed hair making it very dark red. She was about 5’5”, tan and buxom. We met and she was very curt when she spoke to me, but very open with Jenny. I chalked it up to her not knowing me very well yet. After some time she’d still not really opened up around me much, though I tried to ask her questions and get to know her. She even outright ignored me at times. I always kept a friendly tone in contrast to her unwelcoming demeanor. I started to keep it more cordial
"It's so stuffy," Zhanna kicked the box of shower stalls and reached for the collar of her uniform shirt. "Denis, are you serious? Working my ass off until the morning?" Denis, a young manager with a neat haircut, clinked the metal shutters on the front door, locking the Plumbing and Tile store from the inside. "An order from above. A re-stocking of the entire 'Bathroom Everything' department. And yes, Zhanna, don't slog, just work. The results will determine which of you will become the senior salesperson. I need someone responsible." Kira emerged from behind the faucet rack, wiping her hands with a rag. The curvy blonde, her vest strained against her ample bust, chuckled, crossing her arms under her chest. "Did you hear that, Zhannochka? A responsible person. Not someone who just blabbers." "I'm just talking about what's for sale," the skinny brunette snapped, adjusting her short haircut. "Buyers run away from you
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
(Make sure you check out my previous story about Diana, accessible via my profile! Not only does that story introduce Diana and the relationship we had, that’s where Noelle shows up first as well. Now, on with the show!) You had them, didn’t you? Maybe you have them now. Or maybe you just heard about them in that Sabrina Carpenter song. Fuzzy. Pink. Handcuffs. Somehow, in college, almost every girl seemed to have them. Maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it really did seem like every girl I hooked up with from the age of eighteen to about twenty-four would, without fail, pull a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs out of her nightstand, where they had been cradling her vibrator, and, shyly, say something along the lines of: “I’ve never been brave enough to try these but…” The first time I encountered them was on my friend Diana, while she writhed on her bed, with her roommate, Noelle, on top of her. It’s not what you think. “Hey!” Noelle cried, tossing her dirty blonde hair back over her s
I (F24) decided I wanted to end my hoe phase. So I went on a super sweet first date. There was dinner, great conversation and lots of laughing meanwhile he was a gentleman the whole time: he opened doors, paid for dinner, and offered to drive me home. When we got to my apartment building he parked and we started making out. It was getting really hot and heavy, his hands were everywhere and my dress was riding up my thighs. That’s when I told him I’m not that kinda girl and that I wasn’t planning on sleeping with him on the first date… but I was so turned on so I offered to suck his cock instead. He did not hesitate to pull it out so I leaned over the console, taking him in my mouth. He was thick and rock hard, and I was getting wetter by the second as I was bobbing on him. Halfway through sucking him I just couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my mouth off his cock with a *pop*, I looked him in the eyes and said “fuck it.” I climbed over the console, pushed my panties to the side, and