I (M43) was at a house party a few years ago. There was a fair few people there drinking, relaxing and the occasional smoke. As it got to around 1am, people were getting very drunk and passing out. I had settled on my friends couch with a girl I knew on my left, and girl I didn't know laying on the floor at my feet. Both girls were drunk, and sleeping. There was a guy passed out on the kitchen floor, snoring quite loudly and a few others I knew dotted around the house, presumably still awake and talking quietly to each other. By 2:30am some people had left, the talking had calmed to infrequent whispers and someone had turned the ligh off in the room I was in, leaving the only light source coming from the hall behind me, but even that wasn't very bright because of the door being partially closed. The girl beside me, Becky had leaned against me and was sleeping on my shoulder, and I was slowly falling asleep when I felt a hand unzip my jeans. I slowly looked down and saw the girl that
I knew I loved giving blowjobs the moment my tongue first made contact with a cock. I loved the way men moaned, the way their hands stroked my hair while I sucked, the little sighs and groans of pleasure I could elicit from them. I quickly learned just how much men appreciated it, how cute and sweet and helpless they seemed as I teased my way down their body, unzipping their pants, taking their erection into my hands and bringing it to my mouth. I quickly fell in love with giving head to my partners and couldn’t get enough … but for some reason, I never swallowed. Maybe it was the older more experienced girls telling us how gross it tasted in the locker room one afternoon after practice. I remember them describing it as “battery acid” and “bleach”. Maybe it was just some deep-seated shame … a blowjob was okay, but swallowing was too far, too intimate. I never even let them cum in my mouth, always pulling out at the last second, stroking them with my hand, watching in fascination, each
This took place at a house party toward the end of my final year at college (in the UK so the end of high school in the US). We were both 18 at the time. **Skip ahead to the action to avoid the preamble** Around this time I was very introverted and rarely did anything outside of my small friendship group, but this time was different. I had just made some new friends towards the end of the year and one of them was organising a big house party. One of my new friends Joe was in attendance and so was his ex, I’ll refer to her as Faye. I’d met Faye before and had gotten to know her reasonably well when she was with Joe. I thought she was incredibly attractive but had never made a move on her before, given her relationship with my friend. However this night was different, it was my first time seeing her since she broke up with Joe. I didn’t yet know any of the details, but the two of them had spent the whole night avoiding each other. About halfway through the night, I was feeling fairly
So I (m47) am a pretty recently divorced dad. Was married for 23 years and have a 22-year-old daughter, and my marriage went downhill a long time ago, but we finalized our divorce last summer. (June 2025). It’s been pretty cool. I feel free. I have really dedicated myself to the gym and have made some pretty amazing gains in 7 months of hardcore lifting and putting the right things in my body. I’ve always been a pretty handsome guy, but I feel I look the best in my life. I’m 6’3”, 215 pounds, give or take 5 pounds, and I have a nice apartment, and it’s been fun. I’ve gone on a few dates, and they have gone pretty well. The only problem is I have gone on dates with women in my age range. Within 40/45, and they all want serious relationships. It is so obvious. The sex is so vanilla, and they clearly just want to get married because they feel they are running out of time. Which made me someone who was married for half my life. I kind of want to enjoy being single and having fun. So fast
My son is 19 years old and still live with me. I'm divorced and single and I have a very active sex life. The other night I invited this 21 year old that I met on Tinder to come over to my place. I've been dating him for some time now and it was the first time I brought him to come over and I made sure that my son wasn't home to witness it. I'd be embarrassed to be honest, because I'm probably old enough to be his mom. Needless to say, the sex was absolutely amazing. He is ferocious, energetic and his cock is amazing. He made me cum multiple times. I was extremely vocal. I moaned, groaned, and several times I even screamed. He was spanking me, choking me, grabbing my hair, pinching my nipples, gnarling on my breasts with his teeth. And when he was not brutalizing me, he was talking dirty to me, calling me all kinds of nasty names. He also made me humiliate myself for him by calling myself his whore, slut, cum dump, etc. After he was done with me, I was laying on my bed soaked with s
First of all, I would like to say that I am French, that my English is not perfect, but that I will try my best. So I apologize for any mistakes there may be in my text... It was my girlfriend's birthday party, we were all gathered in a bar, and it was the first time I had met her childhood friends. The evening was going pretty well, even though I was very tired and quickly became a little drunk. As I went outside to smoke, one of her friends came with me. She was a cute little alt girl, and we talked about this and that, and then I don't remember exactly how it came up, but she told me about her black lipstick, which unfortunately doesn't stay on very well. Without thinking too much about it, drunk as I was, I replied that I would be very curious to see her demonstrate. A few seconds later, we were kissing in an alleyway right next to the bar. We didn't say much at the time, but it was obvious to both of us that we wanted more. So I went to see my girlfriend, telling her that I wa
For a quick recap: My name’s Chase, and I’m 20 years old. Last night, I had just gotten back home for the summer. Luna is my inexperienced, eighteen-year-old sister, and that night she wanted to experiment. One thing led to another, and we ended up masturbating together. What happened next is this: we watched porn together and performed oral sex on each other. \*\*\*\*\* I rubbed my eyes and noticed a thick rivulet of drool trickling down the corner of my lips. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d drooled during my sleep. What my sister and I had done yesterday had numbed me, letting me fall into a deep slumber. I heard a faint buzzing coming from my sister’s bedroom punctuated by “Oh’s” and “Ah’s”, and I remembered how our mother had given my sister a vibrator last night. The sound intrigued me as I imagined she was being pleasured, and it helped keep my morning glory stiff as it tented my sheets. I wanted to masturbate with her. It felt a lot better doing it with her even if it w
So me and my best friend have been friends for over 6 years. We loved double dating with our wives till one drunk night. So it started off chill we went out to eat and after we went to the club where we all got pretty drunk. We took an uber to my place. We got home and my best friend and his wife layed on our couch and we were just chilling there. Till my wife said she was going to the bathroom and a couple mins later my best friend asked if he can use our second bathroom. So it was just me and his wife (we will call his wife Maria), I never sexually fantasized about her till that moment. She was wearing a loose blouse that only covered her breasts and a skirt that was super short. We were talking and talking till she pointed out the boner coming out of my pants. She was laughing while I felt embarrassed so I said I’m sorry. She right away took off her blouse showing her big beautiful breast. I was stunned, I never thought in a million years this will happened. I told her that she wa
"Name and date of birth?", he asked, routinely. "I'm Koz, January 5, 1986.", I said, bored, since I'd repeated that about five times since I'd come in. "OK sir, I'm going to need you to undress from the waist down. You can leave your shirt and shoes on but just have your pants hang out below your knees. Then I need you to lie down on that medical chair and I'll lower it.", he said. "That one? The one...with restraints on the side?", I asked, a little surprised to see a chair like that in a doctor's office. This wasn't a urologist office I'd found on FetLife after all. "Yeah that one. We like to make sure our patients stay still during the procedure", he confirmed. "I'm helping the doctor today I'll show her in shortly. Lie down, take a deep breath." I did as he instructed, internally grinning about what a weird sight I must be for a fly on the wall - limp-dicked-ly lying flat on a medical chair, shirt on, but bottomless with my pants and underwear hanging by my ankles, a bright LE
I met him (I'll call him Alexander) at one of those special private parties thrown by a good friend of mine, a lover of BDSM and other perversions. He'd taken a not-quite-spoiled young woman as soon as she'd stepped foot in the "modeling" agency, and had played with her—me, that is—to his heart's content. The circle of guests was relatively small, but it was hard work, as they say, and the pay was quite decent. I worked with my friend Angela. She played the top, and I the bottom. Something between a themed session and porn theater. I won't go into detail, as that story is about something else. I'll just say that by the end, securely restrained, I was being fucked in all three holes by everyone who wanted to. It wasn't exactly a crowd, but it wasn't easy to endure it all, especially anal, no matter how thoroughly Angela lubed my ass beforehand. During the session, I don't think I ever truly came, but afterward, when they untied me, finished
I have read some post about anal sex, so thought of sharing how it started with my wife. I edit this incident using Ai to make it more polished. My wife and I have been married for 11 years in an arranged setup. Our sex life has always been active and satisfying we do easily 3–4 times a week, sometimes more. She’s stunning: 5’7” tall, with long, silky dark brown hair that cascades down her back. Her skin is very fair with the softest pink undertone, the kind that flushes beautifully when she’s aroused. She has a deliciously curvy body — full, heavy breasts that sway hypnotically when we fuck, a soft proportionate tummy that I love gripping, thick juicy thighs that feel incredible wrapped around me, and a perfectly round, plump ass that’s impossible to ignore. Before this night, anal had literally never come up. Not once. No hints, no jokes, no shared porn featuring it. It just wasn’t on our radar. We’ve always loved using plenty of lube for regular sex — the slick, slippery glide
It was early in the morning, so early the sun wasn’t even up yet. I had tossed and turned all night and now I was staring at the ceiling trying to think of anything else. My dreams had all been a blur, but they left an impression. A need that I woke up with and that pained me. I touched myself but it wasn’t enough. I huffed and turned kver, trying to go back to sleep but the need was too much. I needed to do something about it. I threw the blankets off and walked down the hall. I peeked into Josh and Josie’s room. They were both asleep but I pushed common sense aside and snuck in. Josh was at the edge of the bed and it only took a few taps to wake him up. I put my fingers to his lips to keep him quiet and then took his hand. I tugged him out to the hallway and I didn’t even get to my room. I leaned against the wall and pressed his hand between my thighs, he touched me through my panties beneath my large shirt. I moaned, trying to grind down on his hand. He was still half asleep as he
I have a development! It’s well worth sharing. If you haven’t read Part 1, please do below, and re-join me in a minute. Caught up? Let’s dive in. Before I get started, thanks to the Redditor who very amusingly named, in the top comment of Part 1, as ‘Jugs on a Mug’. That made me laugh so much. So, finally, I saw my colleague today. I’d been unsure of where to go with this. THIS is how things went down. He and I were alone today, only briefly, and I asked him, “drinking a lot of coffee lately?” I blushed when he responded, “oh, more than ever.” I asked if he’d enjoyed his coffee more than ever. We went back and forth with a lot of flirting. I wondered who’d break first. It turns out I did. I didn’t want the opportunity to pass and with the risk of other colleagues coming into the room and the topic dying off (I felt he may be too shy to all out admit anything more), I HAD to be forward. “I have some great holiday photos I can share with you, btw!” I
This is an old story (25+ years ago) about how I fucked my best friend’s wife and wound up divorced. I met my friend whenever our wives wound up playing softball together on a women’s team. The four of us got along great and spent a lot of time together. Over a period of 4-5 years he and I started coaching the team together. The team was comprised of mostly 25-35 year olds. The team was very talented and wound up playing in a lot of tournaments together. We traveled around the state several weekends throughout the summer. We usually paired up in a hotel…basically because our wives were the only straight when on the team. Most of the rest of the team were made up of lesbian couples that didn’t mind being paired in the same room. A little about our wives…my wife (Melanie) was about 5’7” and 150 pounds. Very cute, but a little thicker and athletic. Many of her teammates were disappointed she didn’t have an inkling to play for the other team, if you know what I mean. My buddy’s wife (J
The champagne was crap, but Lera was drinking it for the third glass in a row just to keep her hands occupied. The party was raging all around her: someone was shouting toasts from the balcony, bodies were rubbing against each other in the living room to wild indie rock, and someone's whiskey collection was already being sorted out in the kitchen. She felt like a ghost—in her most revealing black dress, which was supposed to inspire confidence but instead only exposed her back and made her cringe at the looks. New Year's. Again. Noise, hubbub, false laughter. She leaned against the doorframe between the kitchen and the packed loggia, watching the glamorous presenters counting down the final minutes on the TV. Her head was pounding with alcohol and fatigue. Her last boyfriend, Artyom, had been an ex for six months, and their sex, frankly, had been as predictable as this party. Carefully, according to schedule, in the same position. No madness. No loss of control. "Fuck,&#
Some time ago, I had to stay at a hotel while working abroad. It was quite nice, with great views of the mountains. I love swimming, and when it turned out there were several pools, I was excited to give them a try. One day, I was working late and came back close to midnight. I wasn’t that tired yet, so I decided to check out the pools. I took my bag and headed there. The whole area was divided into a few sections. At first, I spent some time doing my regular swimming, and when I was finished, I wanted to check out the hot tub area. As I approached it, I saw a gorgeous girl, maybe in her 20s. She saw me as well and smiled. When I got closer, she swiftly got out of the pool. I stood there speechless, mostly due to the fact that she was completely naked. She saw my confusion and laughed, saying she preferred it that way and asked if it bothered me. I said it was okay, and we talked for a while while sitting in the hot tub. We caught a vibe quickly and started to fool around. She began
Sooooooo as always this will probably end up being really long but I’ll try to keep it short(!). A couple of weeks ago I’d spent the afternoon dragging my friend Andy through clothes shops. We usually bonded over gaming and other geeky stuff rather than errands, but I didn’t want to go alone and I wanted a guy’s opinion on some of the stuff I had in mind, and so I bribed him with the promise that afterward we’d finally start playing Split Fiction back at mine The shopping trip was kind of a bust (the city was super busy this time of year) and so by the time we got home my feet ached and I hadn’t bought much. We sank into the couch with our controllers and started playing. Anyway, we’d been playing a little while (turns out Split Fiction is AMAZING) when I noticed his eyes drifting. I wasn’t sure what he was staring at at first, but then I realised the string of my thong was kinda high on my hip, peeking out above my jeans. I thought nothing of it at first, but the longer I pretended
Let me start with my age. I'm 54. I recently went to the countryside to get some heating installed at our dacha. They put me up with an old lady who lived next door. She was an ordinary old lady, and very easy to talk to. She often used swear words in conversation, making jokes. Her jokes were often below the belt. She was pleasant-looking, plump, with a huge ass and seven-cup breasts. Her name was Anna Semyonovna. I arrived at the site in the late afternoon. When we sat down to dinner, she poured me a shot and shared it with me. I thanked her for the treat and went to bed. The next morning, my hostess woke me to the clatter of dishes as she bustled about in the kitchen. A light breakfast and I was already at the site, which was located on the neighboring property. I worked all day, breaking only for lunch. “And I’m following you,” I heard Anna Semyonovna’s voice as I was installing the fasteners. “What is it?” I responded. "Okay, it's time for lunch. War is war, but lun
For all of our lives, my sister and I were homeschooled by our mom. We live in a rural area, just me, my mom, and my twin sister Julia. My name's Robert. Not Robert California, not Robert New York, just Robert. Mom and Dad got divorced so long ago that I can't even remember when it happened, and Dad had gradually faded from our lives. Our parents had split their seemingly vast fortune, which left our mom with more than enough resources to spend the majority of her time being our teacher. She was really into it; she developed lesson plans, decorated the classroom for holidays, gave reading assignments, the whole shebang. She had even found a couple of those combination chair-desks, complete with the little metal basket under the chair. It's not that there wasn't a public school system that we could have attended, but Mom had gone there when she had grown up, and she didn't want to send us there. "I don't want you guys to go through what I went through at the schools around here. It'
Writing about recent experiences has gotten me reminiscing, so this was a fun one that stood out to me. I pinky promise it's real, as crazy as all my stories sound. About 3 years ago when I was 25 I made a post on an r4r subreddit saying I was looking for a FWB and coincidentally, just a minute or two later a message popped up in my requests: "Hey you sound hot, I'd love to meet up". We exchanged photos, she thought I was hot and I thought she was stunning, tall athletic and lean with blonde hair. I'm 6'0, bearded, athletic and into bodybuilding with a lumberjack build. She immediately let me know she was 6'3, and in D1 sports at her college. I asked her what she was into and she only said "whatever makes you feel good". I took this a cue to be dominant with her and instructed her meet me at my place tomorrow evening in a dress with no panties. A little bit to my surprise, she only said "Ok 🥰" and gave me her number. The next evening arrived and she texted me she was on her way. It