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
New Year's Eve 1999-2000 I attended a house party with a college friend of mine and his younger cousin. I was 22 at the time. My friend was a couple of years older than me, but his cousin was four years younger. His cousin brought along two gals with him from his high school class. One was his girlfriend (or someone he was 'seeing'). The other was her single friend, Tiffany. Well, I learned two things early on: (1) Tiffany is into me and wants to hook up; and (2) this New Year's Eve is also her 18th birthday. She was an attractive gal in a severe sort of way - very sharp facial features with sandy blond hair. Her body seems nice but it is hard to tell based upon the type of cocktail dress she wore and the fact that she had on tights. I actually had reservations about hooking up with Tiffany because it just seemed so convenient that she was turning 18 on New Year's Eve. In order to make conversation with her and verify if this claim were true, I said, "Is it really your birthday today
I stirred sugar in my cup and listened to Lenka with half an ear. She'd been complaining about her Nikita for a good hour now: either he'd cooled off, or he'd found someone else. I nodded as usual, not paying attention, until my friend let out a particularly bitter sob: "You see, Vika, he said it straight out: 'I'm bored.' Can you imagine? He's so bored! He says it's the same old positions in bed, no excitement." I took a sip of tea and, looking into her tear-stained eyes, said with a smile: "Well, do you want to give him a master class? We'll show him how much fun it can be. Together, we'll definitely get him going." Lenka froze, her mouth open. The living room was so silent I could hear the faucet dripping in the kitchen. I was about to laugh and turn it into a joke, but my friend suddenly wiped away her tears and asked very quietly: — And you... could you? For me? I don't know why, but I nodded. After all, Lenka is my be
^(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
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
Life can surprise you sometimes. Then, it can hit you with some shit you never saw coming. My name is David and I am a married, mid-50-year-old. I love my wife, but life decided that our bedroom time ended when the wife went the "The Change". I took it really hard. Depression and dark thoughts were my constant companions during that first year after our sex life ended. Eventually, the wife got tired of watching me mope around the house every evening during the week and every weekend. So, she sat me down and told me that she understood that her menopause had hurt us and that she did not want to see me hurting anymore. I thought she was going to ask for a divorce. However, she surprised the shit out of me and told me that if I still wanted and needed sex, that I could go out and get it. She did set two ground rules. One, it could not be anyone we knew or that ran in our friends' group. And two, she never, ever wanted to know anything about it. I wasn't sure if she was being serious at
This story happened twenty years ago, when I was 20 and home from college for the summer. My younger sister, Jane, who was 18 at the time, had been dating a local guy named Matt for a few months. I’d gone to school with him, but I barely knew him until he started seeing her. Matt was tall, athletic, dark-haired, and effortlessly handsome — the kind of guy who naturally drew attention. To be honest, Jane was stunning. She had the kind of beauty people openly talked about: tall, long-legged, perfectly proportioned, with gorgeous features and flowing dark hair. She was also an exceptional athlete, especially in gymnastics, and would later earn a prestigious scholarship because of it. I was attractive too, just in a different way. I was shorter, with a tight ass and beautiful perky boobs and a pretty face. But next to Jane, I often felt invisible. At family events, everyone would gush about how beautiful she was, while I rarely received the same attention. It could be frustrating and hur
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 was on my stomach on a towel in a black bikini with my top untied because I hate tan lines, half reading something on my phone, half just listening to everyone talk. The bikini bottoms were doing what bikini bottoms do on a figure like mine, which is not much, and I was aware of that in the comfortable way you get when you've made your peace with having a lot of ass. Caleb was down at the water with a couple of the guys throwing a football around in the surf. I was not paying attention to this. I was definitely not watching him come back up the beach shaking water out of his hair, board shorts low on his hips, stomach flat, shoulders broader than I remembered from the last time I'd seen him. Looking like that. He dropped onto the towel next to mine and stole a chip from the bag by my elbow. I was still on my stomach, top untied, and when I shifted to look at him I felt the sides of it fall away and had to press back down quickly. He was very politely looking at my face when I glanc
The pool is a special aquarium in the evenings. By evening, the water is as smooth as glass, the lights are dimmed, and only the steady hum of the pumps breaks the silence. My group of adults had left about twenty minutes ago, and I was about to close the door when she appeared on the edge. Marina. The only one of them all wearing a tailored swimsuit, but it fit so well that every man on the path instinctively held his breath as she emerged from the water. She was in her early thirties, with a ring on her finger and a son whom she sometimes brought along. She was married, happy, and fit. Judging by the occasional exchange, everything was going well with her husband: a comfortable house, a mortgage, and a vacation in Turkey. But there was something else about her. A kind of hungry pucker at the corner of her mouth when she thought no one was watching. The way she lingered after practice, swimming closer than necessary when I explained stroke technique. That evening she asked me to he
I’d been fantasizing about a VCH for months. The thought of that little barbell constantly rubbing my clit hood made me horny every time I thought about it, so I finally booked the last appointment of the day. I showed up already wet and throbbing. The piercer was tall, tattooed, and had that calm, confident vibe. He explained the process quickly in the private room, then stepped out so I could strip my panties and lie back on the table with my knees up. When he came back and sat between my spread legs under the bright lamp, things escalated fast. His gloved fingers started cleaning me, but the moment he touched my swollen pussy lips and pulled my hood back to mark the spot, I couldn’t hide how soaked I was. My juices were literally dripping down my ass. He noticed immediately. The professional tone dropped. He peeled his gloves off slowly, eyes locked between my legs. He rubbed two thick fingers up and down my slit, spreading my wetness all over my clit before sliding them inside m
When \[m\]y wife Jane was pregnant with our second child we met a couple (Steve and Ann) at the antenatal classes and became good friends with them. They also had another child about the same age as our eldest, so we would go to each others houses a lot for them to play together. As the women couldn't drink we got into the habit of playing board games of an evening. We would settle the kids in bed for a sleep over and mainly chat but play various games. This was before the game Cards Against Humanity was launched but we had a very similar type of card game that asked probing questions and revealed peoples secrets and desires. We quickly learnt that everyone around the table was both a bit kinky and open minded. One question was if we had ever played Spin the Bottle. We all admitted we did and reminisced our past experiences. Steve suggested we should play it. We all politely declined in front of our partners but we were all secretly keen and didn't need much persuasion. My wife was c
(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
ok so i went hiking by myself last saturday because i do that sometimes when i need to clear my head. just me, my airpods, a water bottle, and this trail i like that's kind of off the beaten path where u barely see anyone. it's one of those spots where u have to know it's there or u'd walk right past the entrance i was about an hour in and coming around this bend near a clearing when i noticed a tent set up just off the trail. nice setup too, not like a little backpacking tent but one of those bigger ones with a canopy thing over the front and camping chairs and a cooler. and sitting in those chairs was this couple the guy noticed me first. he was probably early thirties, athletic build, scruffy beard, shirtless in these low hanging shorts. he smiled and did that little head nod thing and i pulled my airpod out and said hi. his wife turned around and she was gorgeous. like annoyingly gorgeous. dark hair pulled up in a messy bun, tan skin, wearing a sports bra and these tiny shorts, a
I’m glad you guys liked my last story about my bestie. I got so many messages asking for more, so here I am. This one happened back in September. For a little backstory, I (19F) have a friend named James (19M) whom I met on campus a few months earlier. He is quite smart and we vibe, so he has been helping me me often with class work. One afternoon, we were just hanging out at my place like usual. To paint a picture for you, James is 5'11 and maybe 170 pounds if I had to guess. He has that broad swimmer's back and a bit of muscle, but he also has scruffy hair and wears glasses like Harry Potter which makes him look a bit like that nerdy cute type. Over those few months me and James have got to know each other quite well. We would hang at mine, study, play Mario Kart and smoke. This day was no different. After studying for a few hours we were quite tired so we decided to chill out, we rolled a blunt and went on the terrace to smoke it real quick, it was quite a chill day and something
A few days ago I caught my little brother jerking off to my private pictures and honestly my whole world flipped upside down. I was supposed to be out with my friends that afternoon but I felt kinda sick so I came home early. The house was super quiet, mom and dad were still at work, so I just wanted to go to my room and lay down. But when I walked past his door it was cracked open just enough for me to see inside and what I saw made me freeze right there in the hallway. There he was, my little brother, sitting on the edge of his bed with his shorts all the way down to his ankles. His phone was in one hand and with the other he was stroking his cock really slow, like he was savoring it. I recognized the pictures on his screen right away — they were mine. The ones from last summer at the beach where I was wearing that tiny red bikini that barely covered anything. Some of them were the private ones I only sent to my ex, the ones where I was posing all sexy with my tits almost spilling o
My(18F) sister Sandy 24F (fake name) has a boyfriend John 27M (again fake name to conceal identities) and they have been together for 3 years now. I’ve always been friendly with John, he is good to my sister and treats me well, pays for when we all go out, cooks for all of us sometimes etc. Recently the three of us went to a vacation on an island, i won’t bore you with all the details but it was an experience of an lifetime, great weather, amazing food except for one thing which has been bothering me a lot. On the third night we went out drinking and partying, Sandy had waaaay to much to drink, she started clearly emmarasing John in the club, he tried to ignore it for a bit and we actually danced for a while trying to have fun but Sandy was too much so we all went home and put her to bed. We are all in one big room and after we put Sandy to be John and I went on balcony to smoke a joint, we had a great time and i don’t know if it was the alchocol or what but i noticed he started be
This was in my college era when I was man-whoring around. I had a friend named Shelby. We’d met at church camp in middle school and stayed in touch from then on. We’d never done anything sexual, hell we never even kissed. We just stayed friends and would occasionally flirt, but nothing serious. As my college was primarily a commuter school, I lived at home still because my house was only a few miles from the school. One weekend I was home alone and feeling horny as hell. I was scrolling through my phone trying to decide which of my casual hookups to text to see if they were free when Shelby texted me. It wasn’t uncommon for her to text me, we’d send each other all kinds of memes and youtube videos we thought the other would like. The timing made my cock tingle a bit though, because even though we’d never hooked up, I always felt a sort of sexual energy between us. I texted her back saying how bad I wanted to see her, but during this time I didn’t have my car because it was in the s
Recently, me and my girlfriend and my friend Samantha were at a bar drinking. She was telling us how crazy her sex life had been since her divorce a few months earlier. She was really enjoying her life. At this point, Samantha told us about one fantasy she had. She had always wanted to pay a male escort for sex. But she didn't think she could actually go through with it. My girlfriend, who was a bit drunk, said that she should do some role-playing with a man to simulate that. Then my girlfriend volunteered me. Samantha said yes right away, which was very flattering. I said that I would be a team player and do whatever was asked of me. I told Samantha that she would not have to pay me, but she insisted. She said that was part of her fantasy. The next day Samantha came over gf's house and we all talked about what we wanted to happen so there would be no surprises. I would be naked, blindfolded and tied to a chair. Samantha would walk in the room already naked, climb on top of me and