She’s 26, lives in a tiny walk-up in the East Village. We’ve been FWB for about 8 months. Super casual, raw sex a few times a week, no feelings, no drama. She’s petite, athletic, great body, and we’ve always been into the same rough/kinky shit. Last Friday we’re at my place, tipsy, watching the Knicks. She’s trash-talking and bets $500 they cover the spread. I counter: “If they don’t, you’re my free-use fucktoy for the next full 24 hours, starting at midnight. No panties the whole time, every hole whenever I want, and you call me Sir.” She laughs, calls me cocky, and shakes on it. Knicks lose by 6. Her face drops. She still honors it, that’s one of the things I respect about her. We settle on a safe word knowing that she is probably too cocky to use it. Midnight hits. I didn’t even let her finish her drink. Grabbed her by the hair, bent her over my couch, yanked her yoga pants down and slammed balls-deep into her already soaked pussy. She came hard, then we crashed for a few ho
I'd like to share a story that happened to me six months ago. My wife, Katya, and I have been married for six years. She's a beauty: slender, with long blonde hair and a sweet smile that makes everyone melt. But her younger sister, Vika, is a whole other level. Vika is twenty-seven, three years younger than Katya, and looks like an Instagram model: long dark hair, big brown eyes, C-cup breasts that always seem to burst from their cleavage, and a firm butt. She and Katya have similar faces, but Vika is brighter and bolder. I always tried not to stare at her too long when she came to visit, but sometimes my fantasies would creep in—especially after a few drinks. Vika lived in another city and rarely visited, but this time she flew in for a whole week—she was on vacation, and Katya had just left for a five-day business trip on the other side of the country. My wife and I saw her off at the airport. Katya kissed me and jokingly said, "Keep an eye on your sister, just don'
This happened a few years ago when I was a student. I volunteered at the student bar every other Friday. You get free beer and a pizza, which was more than enough incentive for me back then. I don't like serving, so I usually only do the set up and clean down. I usually stand outside, chatting with the security (the bar gets busy enough that we needed security). 2 girls come out for a smoke and start chatting with us. They were both pretty drunk, just chatting shit. One of them recognised me from inside, she asked why I wasn't behind the bar. I told her, I don't like dealing with drunk people, before gesturing to her friend, who was trying to get the security guard to give her piggyback. I don't think she got my hint. She asked if there was somewhere she could get water. I grabbed her a bottle from inside. She took out a suspicious pill and I said "woah you can't take that here". Thinking it was drugs. She said "it's my birth control lol". I went bright red, she and her friend both
I used to be in education. I was a teacher for 9 years. I firmly believe that there is no hornier group than young teachers. Back then it was a lot different, this was the mid 2000s. We used to go out every Friday and by 3:15 we were two or three drinks deep already. We would basically go out from right after school until two or three in the morning. It was a lot of fun, but there was always some crazy shit happening that left us walking into work on Monday morning feeling a little embarrassed or nervous. I made out with a bunch of young teachers in those days, but for the most part I didn’t sleep with anyone. Right around my third year, there was a new teacher who came into the science department. Her name was Becca(not her real name). She wasn’t the best looking, but she had gigantic tits. They were at least double D’s. I remember she used to wear polos often or button up shirts, and she left her them unbuttoned at the top. I used to see her in the copy room all the time and I woul
Haven't posted in a while, but here's one of my sex encounters I haven't yet posted about. Going to give every detail I remember, so sorry if it's a bit long! So I was 18 years old at the time, and it was the summer right before I headed off to college. My friend group and I always went on each others' family beach trips, so this time it was my closest friend's mom who had planned a trip to take all of us (me, my brother, my best friend, and our other close friend went). It is worth mentioning she was married to my friend's dad - but he was in the military and deployed at this time. Now let me tell you about my friend's mom.... everyone always had a crush on her. She was the hot mom that everyone would talk about. A lot of this is because she was younger (she had my friend when she was just 16), so she was only 34 at this time. She had thick brown hair, very tan year-round, small tits, tiny waist, but a HUGE ass and thick thighs. She was so damn sexy!! So we get to the hotel
It all started with a silly postcard tucked under the windshield wiper of my Toyota. A plain white envelope, no identifying marks, just my name in block letters: "Svetlana." I chuckled at the time, thinking it was an ad for a new fitness studio or, at worst, an invitation to a cheese tasting. But inside was a thick, glossy card. No pictures, just text. The address is a suburban village, the time is Saturday, 9:00 PM, and a strange note: "Swinger code: no names, no strings attached, no prejudices. A secret society awaits those tired of boredom. Come alone. Admission by invitation." I was sitting in my car parked at the mall, feeling the moisture growing between my legs. I'm thirty-four, married for ten years. My husband, Dima, and I fucked once a month, on schedule, quickly, missionary style, with the lights off. Dima is a good man, a provider, but in bed he was simply... present. I caught myself forgetting what it was like to be fucked for real. Roughly, greedily
My wife and I have been married for several years now, and our sex life has always been fantastic. We've tried everything: role-playing, sex toys, and even invited a third party a couple of times for variety. But recently, something happened that turned everything upside down. It happened on a train during our trip south, and I still remember it with a thrill. We bought tickets for a sleeper compartment on the night train. We thought we'd travel alone, relax, maybe even have sex to the sound of the wheels. But when we boarded the train, we saw a guy already sitting in our compartment—a burly guy, about thirty, with a short haircut. He introduced himself as Sergey and said he was traveling to the same city for work. My wife and I exchanged glances—she in a tight dress, me in jeans—and immediately felt a slight spark. Sergey was chatty and offered to get a bottle of cognac from his bag to while away the time. The train pulled out, and we started chatting. First, about the weat
When I was younger I’d do lawn work around the neighborhood to make some cash. Usually it was for my family members. When I was 18 a new neighbor moved in to the big house on the block. It had a massive lawn. I never spoke to them or rarely saw them. One day when I was finishing mowing my other neighbors lawn, that is next to their house. A woman walked over, Total milf, big tits, fat ass, tons of make up, had the whole trophy wife vibe. She knew my name which surprised me. She said she was the new owner of the large house and our other neighbor suggested me. She said her husband is always out of town for work and she doesn’t want to hire a whole lawn company and was hoping I could mow it. Usually I charged like $10-$20 and my dad paid for the gas. Since her lawn was huge I was like how’s $30 in my mind thinking that was good. She laughed saying I needed to learn some lessons on pricing for my worth. She asked how long lawns normally take, and asked me some questions. She then sa
So me (M52) and my wife(F47) ended up finally agreeng to buy a beach house for ourselves this year. Seeing we did not know any agents down on the gulf we searched and found one who had great reviews and upon talking seemed like a great fit for us. She worked with our schedule and set up 6 showings the second weekend of Jan with some great options. We drive down and meet at her office. Lets just say she was fucking hot! As we were being driven to the first showing my wife texted me "I want to see her naked and I know you do baby". I just brushed it off since this was business to me and not a fun time that would end in everyone naked. Showings one through 4 "T" our agent was professional yet there seemed to be a certain tension. On showing number 5 she was more flirty with both of us which my wife was eating up and giving back. I was just taking it all in. So showing number 6 came up. It was a 7 bed 6 and a half bath with everything we wanted plus some. The flirting was more and then "T"
I’m F27 now, but this took place when I was 19yo. Also I’m using fake names for obvious reasons. Okay, for context, I never got attention growing up until I got hot and went to college. I experimented on myself sexually a lot, learning about all sorts of toys, fetishes, hypnosis, witchcraft, etc. By the time I moved into my freshman dorm, I was a certified freak. That semester I met a few good friends, and had a lot of one night stands. My roommate (Stella) and I had gotten really close. She and I had similar upbringings and it turned out that she was just as adventurous as me. One evening we went partying together, and she invited a friend from one of her classes (Mike). Mike was a tall, athletic African American guy. He and Stella were flirting all night. At some point Stella let me know that Mike was wanting to join us in our dorm tonight. I was intrigued, and made it clear I was up for it. Later that night he walked us back to our dorm with us holding his arms on either side. He
I've always been a very submissive woman and, after my divorce, I've been actively dating, having sex with lots of different men, and, in the process, rediscovering my submissive side. I have two sons (age 18 and 19) and both of them have grown up and gone to college. I'm still a slut and a whore and in my spare time I love showing off my naked body to people, and exploring my sexuality. The man I'm currently dating is a professional dom and we have gone to BDSM clubs, swinger parties, and other sex events where he stripped me naked and showed me off to strangers, and in a few instances, even invited other people to have sex with me. Recently we went to a sex event in another city (the same city where my son attends college). My dom and I were chatting with another couple and that was when we heard some commotion and cheers in the back room. I was wearing high heels, a pair of nipple clamps, and a dog collar around my neck and was otherwise completely naked. My dom decided to drag m
May of 2023 is a month I’ll remember forever. The moving van backed into their driveway as I enjoyed my coffee. As the movers got out, two mysterious figures pulled up to the curb in a black Escalade. The driver was stunning. She was a platinum blonde, about 5’6, wearing a pink sundress with flowers. It was obvious she worked out, because her ass was meticulously toned. Her tits, just big enough to look natural, were flawless. They protruded out from the top of her dress in the most garish fashion. The passenger, whom I could only assume was the daughter, emerged a short time after. My cock immediately woke up and became fully erect. She was a goddess; 5’4 of black haired goth perfection. Adorning her majestic body was a black mini skirt, matching lace up crop top, and combat boots coupled with knee high skull socks. Her tits were perky but not obnoxiously large. Much like her female companion, her ass was luscious and yearning to be spanked. I decided to walk over and introduce mys
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 think
Diana came into the entertainment room again the next day to ride her bike. I was already an hour deep into a multiplayer FPS with some buddies and hardly noticed when she came in. My nerves were on edge today though after what had happened yesterday. I was continually doubting myself and what I had done. She didn't attempt to say hi to me which was expected since I was in game chat with my teammates. In the reflection of my monitor, I watched as she set up her things and got on the bike. She sat there for a moment while she picked out something to put on the screen. My stepmom was wearing black workout shorts and a blue tank top. Though her shorts mostly disguised the shape of her ass, her top hugged her breasts tightly. Part of me thought I could make out the faint outline of her nipple but it was hard to tell in the reflection. Diana began pedaling once she had chosen what to watch. It looked like some 90s romcom I'd never heard of. Not long passed before I noticed she had begu
I’ve been casually hooking up with this guy for a couple of months. Nothing emotional, just insane chemistry and the kind of sex that completely erases your brain. Last night we were on his couch watching a movie, and he was being obnoxiously flirty. Tugging me onto his lap, kissing my neck, slipping his hand under my hoodie like I already belonged there. I assumed we’d end up fucking like usual, but instead he tipped my head back and told me to open my mouth. I didn’t hesitate. He stood, pushed his sweats down, and started using my mouth slowly, deliberately, like he was in full control. My body was shaking, tears spilling down my face, spit everywhere, his hand twisted in my hair like it was a grip. When he started going deeper, I grabbed his thighs and let him take whatever he wanted. Something about it completely short-circuited my brain. He pulled out just long enough to wipe my tears with his thumb and murmur how good I looked like that. I moaned. Loud. Embarrassingly real.
So I had kind of a slutty semester last spring. Like 11 guys maybe 12. I stopped counting. My roomate thought I was such a slut. She loved it. Sometimes she was in the room pretendding to sleep. None of it was that great realy. Just guys from parties or tinder or a TA. They'd cum, I'd probably fake it, and then I'd be lying there thinking about whatever. Maybe the last guy. I started thinking maybe I was just over it. Like maybe dick wasn't gonna do it for me anymore. Cool. Whatever. Anyway I was staying with my mom's friend Maureen for the summer. And this guy Alex was staying there too. He's a friend of Maureens too or something. I actually knew him when we were kids like 15 years ago. We used to play together when our moms hung out. I remember telling my mom I was gonna marry him lol. So he shows up and hes... fine I guess? I mean, cute. Swimmer. Kinda quiet but nice. weirdly shy. I mean, I kinda wanted things to be like when we were kids, but that's weird, I know. But then I st
Under the shadow of her grace Exactly one year had passed, long and thorny, since the moment Anna, my sun and my torment, left for another. His name was Artyom, a self-confident senior, and I, just her timid classmate, watched their happiness from the sidelines, like a bright but inaccessible picture. My whole world narrowed to her smile, her laughter, the flicker of her chestnut hair in the college corridors. By spring, a shadow of thoughtfulness had settled in her eyes, always so clear, and her laughter had grown quieter. The story unfolded itself, harshly and routinely: Artyom, having graduated, had left for his hometown without proposing marriage, or even a heart, or even a seat next to her on the packed train. He had simply vanished from her life, leaving silence in his wake. But autumn brought other changes. Returning to school, I saw that Anna had been transformed. A smooth, careful grace had appeared in her gait, and the contours of her figure revealed a soft, rounded line o
My wife and I are in our late 20’s and have had a very fun and successful marriage so far. Our sex life is good but we have decided to have some fun with the idea of us “flirting” with other people because it gets us both going for different reasons My wife being gorgeous obviously gets a lot more attention and opportunities from other men as expected, however I’m pretty handsome myself. My wife has a fully remote job that she got from a former boss at her old company. Her boss moved to a new startup and brought my wife along with her. They’re professional with each other but they’re friends at this point as they’ll stay on calls sometimes long into the night to just talk I’ve seen her a few times and my wife talks about her a lot. She’s a gorgeous Chinese woman from California, valley girl accent, mid 30’s, just so damn pretty. We’ve said hi to each other while they’ve been on a teams meeting and she seemed super interested to talk to me going forward. So much so there were times he
We agree that I’ll stop by her place and pick up the rest of my stuff. Just some clothes, knick knacks and a tooth brush. This time it’s for good. Really. She greets me at the door in pigtails and a thin sundress. Voice soft, eyes wide, arms twisting shyly behind her back. Twirling around on her toes like she’s got a secret she wants you to pry out of her. A true coquette. She looks so cute. I should have prepared for this. Two weeks ago we agreed to take a “break” because I was too much a coward to break up with her outright. The distance has done me good. A weight has lifted off my chest. No more arguing, no more games…. The only thing I really missed was the sex. And now she’s trying to drag me back in. Like a succubus. She’s in my space. Watching me pick up my stuff. Trying to corner me. Talking soft and gentle and sweet. Emily is used to getting what she wants. Tall, thin, small breasts, monster ass and thighs. A southern belle, she’s got an innocent look that
My name is Daniil, I'm 21. Summers at our father's dacha were always a strange mix of boredom and tension. Especially after he married Irina two years ago, and she burst into my life—Maya, my now half-sister. She was 19, and she was the embodiment of everything that both drove me crazy and terrified me. Not the kind of beauty you see on magazine covers, but a real, natural beauty. Bright red hair that she always wore in a messy ponytail, freckles on her nose, and gray eyes that could see right through you. We lived in the same house, our rooms separated by a thin wall, and I could hear her tossing and turning at night. We constantly bickered over trivial things—who washed the dishes, what movie to watch—but beneath this game of "evil brother and sister," something else smoldered. Something forbidden, something sharp, something that took our breath away when our hands accidentally touched at the dinner table. We both felt it. The estate stood on the edge of an old, de