Hello, my name is Ivy and I love unique challenges. Here's one that happened just a few years ago. I was a true submissive, with a deep craving for oral pleasure. Giving blowjobs was my absolute favorite thing to do, and even when I was alone, I often had a toy in my mouth as I pleasured myself. Over the years, I had become quite skilled in this particular art. One night, I went out with some friends to a local bar. We were all a bit tipsy and as always, our conversations turned to a more risqué nature. **One of the guys in our group, a friend of a friend, claimed he had never had an orgasm from oral sex.** I found this hard to believe, given that he was in his late twenties, but I made a mental note of it all the same. The next day, I added him on ig and we started chatting online a bit... Eventually, I asked him if it was true that he had never had an orgasm from oral sex. *Like, really?* He confirmed that it was. I relished a good challenge and this one seem
We went with you to the sauna... just YOU and I. We booked a suite for two, and when we got there, we saw how beautiful it was - everything around was made of wood, glass... We really like it here, and you , gently slap me on the ass and say: "Come on, undress, Mike!" I pull a light sweater over my head and you see that under it I have nothing but round and bouncing breasts. I lean over and carefully fold my sweater on the bench, my breasts swaying smoothly as I move. You have an involuntary desire to come up and take them in your hands. You gently take them in your palms, coming up behind me, noting their heaviness and velvety ... slightly squeezing, you begin to stroke. You kiss my neck, where such hot, tender and deliciously smelling skin. You even grab the hairs on my neck with your lips ... "Oh, how ticklish ... let it go ..." - I whisper, and as if by chance I press my ass against your stomach. I'm doing this on purpose, firstly because it's so sexy, and secondly, to tease you
After our night together, things went back to normal between my sister Rachel and I. We talked about it and decided it was a one time thing due to the emotions of the situation. It was a couple of weeks before I saw her in-person again. My girlfriend, Stacey, who's my age 23, was spending the week with me. It had been a few weeks since we'd seen each other so we spend Friday night having amazing sex. On Saturday, we were binge watching shows on Netflix and just cuddling with each other. Around 4pm, my sister, Rachel, shows up. I was a little disappointed that she showed up because I was about to cook a great meal for me and Stacey. Stacey insisted that she stay for dinner and watch TV with us. They got along fairly well when together. As I was cooking, I needed to go to the story for something. The girls were into a show so I went alone. It took longer than I thought at the store, about 45 minutes. When I returned, they were on the couch, both topless, kissing. They were too much
I came home early, hoping no one is home. I need some alone time. I walk into the house and yell, "HELLO." I wait a few seconds and hear nothing. I exhale and head upstairs. When I get to the top, I thought I heard a moan and it sounded like it came from my step sister, Sophia's room. She must have her Air Pods in and didn't hear me yell. Sophia is a good girl. A few years younger than me at 18. Our parents got married several years ago and we've got along ok. Since I'm four years older, I've never thought of her in a sexual way. I can see she's very attractive but not sexual. As I stand there, I hear another moan. Her room is only five feet from me with the door slightly opened. I take a step towards her door and hear another moan. It's definitely her. My mind starts to wonder what she's doing and so does my cock. I feel myself getting hard. I step to her door and peek in. It's just wide enough to stick my head in. I see one of the most incredible things I've ever seen. I see m
By the time I woke up, Rachel was gone. Was she also embarrassed at what she felt? I checked my phone and there was a message from her. "Sorry I left so early. I forgot to do something for mom yesterday so I thought I'd better do it soon. Thanks for the bed. See you around." It was a couple of weeks later before I saw Rachel again. I was busy with work and she was busy with school. She called me in my way home from work around 5pm crying. She said she caught her boyfriend cheating on her and she broke up with him, heartbroken. She asked if she could stay the weekend with me because she couldn't deal with our parents. I told her it was fine. I ordered her favorite pizza once Rachel showed up. She was a mess. I let her cry on my shoulder as long as she needed. She finally dried up when the pizza arrived. We ate and I tried to crack jokes to make her feel better. After we ate, I put her favorite show on Netflix and we started to binge watch. She was cuddled up to me and would say somet
This is going to be a multi-parter chronicling a series of escalating events that happened to me in September I (38M) am a contractor. A little over a week ago, I started on a deck project for an older couple I’ve done a lot of work for in the past. The husband (we’ll call him Gary) is probably in his 70’s, overweight and in somewhat poor health. The few times I’ve seen him up on his feet walking, it stressed me the fuck out thinking he was going to have a heart attack. His wife (Let’s say Shannon) is probably in her 50’s and still looks pretty good. Comparable to one of the older ladies on those Real Housewives shows. Gary did pretty well for himself, owning his own business and their house is pretty huge, so I’ve always imagined it was sort of a trophy wife situation even though I don’t actually know how long they’ve been together. So, first day of the job, I’m packing up my tools and Shannon comes out to talk to me. I asked her if there’s a hose somewhere nearby that I can use to
My friends know that I'm a slut and I have a reputation of being very good at it. One of my friends has been with her boyfriend for about a year and she said that the sex is really good but she doesn't think she does a good job blowing him and was asking for advise. I was telling her things to do with his dick but said it would be easier to show her. I was going to say that I'll get one of my dildos but she offered his dick before I said anything, that took me by surprise but she said she's okay with it and thought it'd be hot. Just as long as it was just head. So that night she told him and he came over and I showed her certain things I do and then she would try them on him. Then she told me after taking his dick out of her mouth that he had never cum from head, at least that is what he says. He said it was true, so I took that as a challenge and worked my magic. I made him cum in my mouth about 5 minutes later right in front of her.
Gotta use the throwaway for this! (First post so im sorry if this isnt great!) My brother in laws cousin often joins our family Christmas activities, which is great, the more the merrier and all. I always have a great conversation with Alex (let's call him Alex) whenever I see him. He is pretty quiet, funny, but definitely not particularly forward. I think he is gorgeous as well, but I have always been in a relationship and I know that he is quite religious, so it's never gone past a cheeky joke etc. Til' last night. This is my first Christmas single in almost a decade. I'm doing okay but it's hit a little harder over the Holidays. Last night I spent Christmas with my sister, brother in law and both sides of their family. Alex was there, besides the younger kids/teens we are the only single ones. So my sister ensured we were sitting together which was great. We chatted almost the whole day, I don't think until after dessert I noticed a button on my dress had come open (I am pretty
This will be a bit of a shorter recount compared with my normal, but here it goes Went on a first date with a cute, early 20s Asian a few weeks ago, flirting led to discussing kinks and things each of us have tried. Turns out she has always wanted somebody to rim her, but has never asked anybody previously to do it as she was worried about getting rejected and it being a bit weird. I ended up just saying to her if she wants to go for a little walk through the botanical gardens we could probably find somewhere quiet and I'll do it! (To paraphrase) At first I think she thought I was joking/bluffing, but we went for that walk, found a little spot hidden away, of which there are many if you have ever been in Adelaide, and I got her to lift her dress, got on my knees, pulled her panties down to her ankles, and slowly began to lick her cute tight little hole. Turns out her theorised kink was accurate to what got her juices flowing, and with a little bit of a slow circular motion with a fin
Sorry for the tongue-tied language, this is the first experience of creativity of this kind. I would like to share my story, because I have nowhere else to speak out. My name is Lana, I am a university student. I have never been very popular with the opposite sex, although I can not complain about the appearance. This is more likely due to the isolation of the character. But it's not about that now. The story began last summer, the year I met him. Behind the cat name Vasily was an outstanding personality, a dark soul and a gorgeous body that attracted many girls to him. We quickly became friends, but this relationship did not imply any romance: he changed girls like gloves, but then it didn’t seem to me like a whore, but rather resembled a search. He did not need only sex, he was looking for a girl in whom he would be attracted to both body and soul. Himself having a height of 190 cm, an amazing shoulder width and a thin figure, he chose miniature fragile partners with small breast
I have a beautiful hot cousin of mine. Her name is Madhur. For a few good days she came to stay in my house with my family. I mean i couldn't stop peeking into her cleavage. Late night when everyone is asleep, I try to find her thongs (I have a strong panty fetish btw), and when I find it i wear it and holy shit it feels so hot and sexy, like literally girls are so lucky. I wear those thongs and jerk off my hard cock and cum all over making sure minimum droplets would get to her thongs. I kept doing this every night. No wonder I got a G string omg. One day she noticed some weird smell on her thongs let alone after she noticed there was some stains and I got kinda scared. So that day at night I went on the panty hunt and but she caught me red handed while she was pretending to sleep. And I thought I got fucked for real. But I couldn't believe that she didn't do anything like waking anyone up for my actions. After catching me, she got her pyjama down. I blushed and after that she got
So my ex and I went to a Movie type of party with 20 other people, we were friends with about half of them. While the other half we had no idea who they were. So the lights were out and everyone was watching the projector screen. Her and I sat in the way back behind everyone else, in the darkest corner. At the time we always wanted to try fucking in risky situations. I asked her quietly if she wanted to try it. Her response was a simple but enthusiastic head nod. She wore a denim skirt that she pushed up and she moved her panties to the side. While I whipped my cock out through my zipper. She then sat on my lap and rode me nice and slow. Trying not to draw any attention to us, while biting down on her fist to keep herself quiet. All the while I reached under her shirt from the back and slid my hands forward little by little until I felt the side of her tits without being noticed. I was able to gentle rub her nipples with my fingertips. She was grinding on me and riding my dick slowly
Basically the title. For some background, I'm a third year engineering student at a state university. I just got out of a three year serious relationship about 8 months ago. I got dumped after she started cheating on me with another guy (only found this out later lol). For about 6 months after the fact I was in a severely depressive state where the only thing I could focus on was my studies and video games to distract myself from how betrayed and shitty I felt. I was textbook in love with this girl, and we frequently talked about getting married/having kids/our future, the whole gist. Despite our close relationship, we never actually had sex because of her religious beliefs. The furthest we had ever gone was a blowjob, and I had never seen her naked below the waist. Fast forward to the past 2 months. My mental state has been improving and I have been reconnecting with my friends and family after mostly shutting them out after the breakup. I worked up the courage to download Tinder, w
Forgive me for not writing for so long - it spun, spun like a spindle, but a little sense, and time has gone ... Do you remember the Sahara desert that my ex-husband left in me after the divorce? You know, I didn’t want to write to you about this before, but apparently I’ll have to admit: your friend hated everything and withered, an ancient old woman wanders through life. Here is such a "poetic" image ... You ask about the fans, I confess that I am not destitute in this matter, but I began to notice that my fans have recently become more and more addicted to the process of worship itself, and I seem to no longer participate in this process. I look from the side at their hands, so reverently touching my fingers, and I don’t feel anything, except for their geographical location! I realized this recently and was horrified - am I really getting old ?! And then autumn came, strange, warm, one might say, spring. And something in me moved. If I were a tree, I would probably be covered
This past weekend we attended our friend’s Christmas party at their home. It was 6 couples hanging out having drinks, the host Leslie made a Christmas punch with various juices and vodka, it was a huge hit and seemed to sneak up on people including my wife. One of our friends is a host for pure romance parties, so she brought her sex toys and catalogs. The night was going great and everyone was loosening up having fun talking dirty and flirting. I could see my wife getting turned on but surprisingly kept things pretty tame compared to how she can get. It started getting late and people began to leave, my wife and Leslie were determined to finish this punch before the nights end. After the last couple left it was just my wife and I hanging with Leslie and her husband Mike. As we were talking Leslie got a text from her friend saying she forgot one of her party cases there and she will just get it in the morning. As the girls drank more curiosity got the best of them and they had to look
The door was not locked. The twilight of the hallway seemed to be a continuation of the dim light of a quiet autumn evening. But the smell was different. Instead of light dampness and sadness, there was a smell of comfort here. And now it was mixed with an elusive smell of perfume and expectations, the smell of me, the smell of a woman, sex, sex, the smell of flirting, lust, depravity. The smell of pleasure. You smiled - and again did not begin to invent what you would do now. Usually in such a game you thought of everything in advance, down to the step, word, gesture - and... after the third step, word or gesture, everything went wrong. Is it possible for me to predict anything? But you still came up with in advance, it was an element of the game, your game. Probably mine too. You went to the bathroom and washed. The face is already on fire. Funny how a boy on a first date. But rinsing with cold water is nice. And now you're in the room. I'm standing in the middle, smiling at you.
Charm and anticipation has gone from their relationship, replaced by semi-legitimate cooperation. Sex, exciting and unbridled, continued to bind them, giving not joy, no, but the satisfaction of mutual dark lustful desires. She stopped dreaming. The work, as before, was interesting, the smack of obvious danger and illegality intensified the brightness of the spicy impressions she received, including sexual ones. She again lived, in obedience to habit, without joy and warmth, and once answered the call of Sergei, who systematically called her without an answer. They met, the genuine joy of the guy was transferred to her, she was surprised to understand that she missed simple, sincere, disinterested relationships. They walked and talked for a long time like in the summer, he took her hand, she did not take it away. They began to meet, rarely, carving out minutes from mutual employment. He invited her to his small bachelor apartment and timidly said that he would be happy if she did n
So if you've read our other stories, you'll know my husband and I are swingers. We don't tell any friends or family about our situation as people are often quick to judge, that is until I told my one close friend. My best friend, Jessica, who is the same age as my husband and I (29), single, and super sexy! I'm bi and while I had never told her before, I've always secretly wanted her. Jessica is 5'4 about 160 pounds with beautiful natural D cup breasts and a wonderful ass. She has wonderful hips and perfectly thick thighs. Now you know why I want her. One night, Jessica and I went out for drinks. I drank a decent amount and started opening up about my relationship with my husband. "Jessica, I gotta tell you something!" "What is it?" "Tom and I are swingers" I replied. She immediately lit up and released a litany of questions. I told her everything. I told her how I love watching him fuck other women, how we go to swingers clubs, how we meet other people...I told her it all. She seeme
I never used to think about it too much. I just figured that some guys were into it and some weren't. But lately, it's been bothering me more and more. Why do some guys only want to receive head and not eat me out? I'm 32 now and I've been with a fair number of men. I've always been a sexual person and I enjoy trying some really wild stuff. But there's something about having my pussy licked that just feels so damn good. It's like the ultimate form of intimacy for me. And yet, so many guys seem to be turned off by it. In fact, I've had quite a few guys tell me that they don't like going down on women at all. I always used to ask them why, since they were more than happy to demand blowjobs from me. Some of them say that they just don't like the taste or the smell. I mean, I think my pussy tastes just fine, thank you very much! I've tasted it myself. Others say that it's too messy or that it's just not their thing. And then there are the ones who say that they only do it as a favor to t
I have been seeing this woman for about a year now and it has been going, frankly, amazing. I don't have the best track record when it comes to romantic relationships, and this girl is the far-and-away the best yet, so I have been laser-focused on not fucking things up. This is a bit long so I'll spoil it now, might be amazing, might've fucked it up. Her name is Rebecca, she's smarter than me (got her PhD), great in bed, to my friends I'd describe her as gorgeous, for just giving you an image here, honestly think 'gram model. Long legs with the perfect ass, she's in great shape which motivates me to be in great shape (or work back towards it at least). Perfect handful breasts, a body type any dress looks good on. And even before House of the Dragon she was rocking the Targaryen hair. Don't want to get too into what we each do but we live in NYC, early thirties, we're both doing pretty well. In that magical stage of the relationship where we both have our own apartments but rarely s