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The sun hammered down as I dragged myself up the driveway, sweat clinging to my back after a double shift that had stretched my patience thin. But my mood lifted instantly at the sight waiting in our backyard: my sister Chloe and her friend Ava lay on lounge chairs by the pool, their skin glistening with oil, barely covered by bikinis.

Chloe lay face-down, her bikini top untied to avoid tan lines, the round curves of her ass barely contained by a thong that disappeared between tanned cheeks, and she wore her blonde hair in a ponytail. Beside her, Ava was on her back, one arm draped over her eyes. She was Chloe’s opposite in every way, pale where my sister was golden, curves where Chloe had athletic lines. Her breasts strained against a top that seemed two sizes too small, rising and falling with each breath.

I peeled my sweat-soaked shirt off, tossing it over my shoulder as I pushed open the gate to the pool area. The metal latch clicked, and both girls turned.

“Hey, big bro,” Chloe... continue reading

It was already dark outside, and the Moscow-Vladivostok train had just gotten underway. I was going on a two-week business trip and had booked the bottom berth in a four-berth compartment. When I got on, two female students were already there—clearly heading home. One was a brunette, about 20 or 21 years old, with luscious D-cup breasts that were so prominent even under her loose T-shirt that it was impossible to take your eyes off her. The other was a brunette with a slim waist, long, slender legs in short shorts, and a trim, model-like bottom. Both were incredibly cute and laughing at something on their phones. I introduced myself, and they smiled. "Katya," said the big-breasted woman, "Masha," the brunette. They immediately realized the ride was long, so they pulled a bottle of vodka, Coke, and chips from their bags. "Want some?" Katya asked with a wink. Of course I will. An hour later, we were on familiar terms. The train rocked, the night was flying past... continue reading

So I finally was asked to go on a work trip which has always been an ambition of mine. Who wouldn't want a free trip all covered for work? Let me tell you.. it is overrated. I don't think I had any free time to explore the city and I was pretty much always online or working the entire time.

I ended up travelling with a coworker of mine Lucas who I didn't know very well. We were on different teams and had only had a brief meeting prior to this trip to go over expectations and all of that. He was attractive but I wasn't attracted to him if that makes much sense. I never really saw coworkers in that way.

We arrive and night 1, we briefly go over some meeting notes and end the night early. Nothing too eventful. Day 2, we have a few meetings setup which meant travelling back and forth, calling ubers, ensuring our notes get sent back across to the team while also managing our prep for the next meeting. It was a hassle and I quickly realized what I was in for.. I remember looking out... continue reading

My neighbor, Sami, and I became close friends at a young age. Sami was two years older than me. We played games and explored in a woods. We talked about everything. A tree house was our hangout. It was actually pretty nice and had a door and windows. We would hang in there for hours. We would discuss our hopes, dreams, fears and each other. It was our own private place.

As we grew older we became curious about each other’s body. Due to being older, Sami started to have those feelings before me. She got me up to speed fairly quick. She easily found a way to keep me interested. We played doctor and found other ways to sneak a peek. We thought we invented the, you show me yours, game. It was very innocent, but very exciting too. We both knew we were up to something not allowed, but didn’t really understand why. It is our secret, and it pulled us tighter together.

We laughed at things we see. Sami’s older brother, Randy, was an easy target. We spied on him trying to make out with h... continue reading

i've been doing this long enough now that i've gotten genuinely good at it and i feel like that's worth documenting

the "accidentally" is doing a lot of work in that sentence. nothing about it is accidental. every single moment is completely deliberate and carefully executed. but the performance of it, that's the whole game

the skirt has to be the right length. too long and there's nothing to work with. too short and it reads as obvious immediately and you lose the plausible deniability which is the best part. there's a sweet spot, maybe three inches above the knee, where it can go either way depending on how you move and that ambiguity is everything

my favorite setup is a high stool or a barstool. you sit down, cross your legs, let the skirt ride up slightly, and then at some point you uncross them. just for a second. just enough. then cross them again like nothing happened and go back to your conversation like you're a completely normal person sitting normally at a bar

the window... continue reading

My first girlfriend was Sveta, a 23-year-old girl from Krasnodar who came to Gelendzhik for the summer to visit a friend. I was nineteen, working as a lifeguard on one of the beaches between Kabardinka and Gelendzhik. I'd spend all day hanging out on the tower in just shorts, looking at the sea and the girls in bathing suits. Sveta showed up almost every evening after six, when the sun was less scorching. She rented a room in a private house nearby and came alone, always wearing the same red bikini that barely held up her breasts. She wasn't a model, but she had the kind of body that immediately got me hard. She was about 5'6", with heavy D-cup breasts, with noticeable nipples that always poked through the thin fabric. Her waist was narrow, but her hips and ass were wide and luscious, so wide that when she walked along the pebbles, everything shook and swayed. I silently gave her 95-68-105, and every time she passed my tower, I pretended to stare at the sea, but out... continue reading

She said it casually, the way you say things to your best friend that you'd never say to anyone else. We were on her couch, wine, the kind of late night honesty that comes out when your guard is all the way down. She wrinkled her nose and said she just doesn't like it, never has, and he'd learned to live with it.

She laughed a little when she said it like it was a minor inconvenience rather than something he was quietly starving for. I didn't say anything. I just nodded and changed the subject and filed it away somewhere I didn't fully examine for a while. He and I had always had a chemistry that we both pretended wasn't there because pretending was the only responsible option.

He was hers. I loved her. Those two facts were supposed to be enough and for a long time they were. She left early that night. Tired, headache, kissed us both on the cheek and walked out. Left us sitting there with a half empty bottle and no buffer and two years of carefully maintained distance that started... continue reading

It wasn’t intentional. I just…couldn’t stop myself.

My legs opened a little wider and I rocked forward, placing my hand on his thighs, lowering my shoulders and head toward him. Toward…*it*.

I hadn’t noticed it at first–I’d been too busy looking at my phone, trying my best to act like this was even slightly normal. But as I continued grinding against his mouth, my thoughts grew more frantic, more desperate, and I realized that through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, I could see it; long, hard, and twitching.

*Shit. He's hard because of me, I thought, my mind reeling. Because I'm sitting on his face. Because I’m naked. Because he can taste me…*

Part of me was horrified; this was my friend, someone I'd known for years. I should stop, I told myself. This has gone too far already. But even as the thought formed, I found myself shifting, changing the angle of my hips so I could get lower, closer, so I could bring my lips toward it.

"Are you still okay?" I whispered. "This…looks re... continue reading

My husband was away on a business trip, so I had the house to myself. But the new TV arrived and I just couldn't figure out how to make it work. I kept staring at the setup screen with no clue what to do. I decided to call Daniel, the neighbor's son. He's kind of a nerd and always helps with stuff like that.

He started messing with the cables, totally focused. I was wearing a light dress, one of those loose ones, and no bra since I was home alone. He was in shorts and a tank top, and I couldn't help but notice his arms, defined, like someone who works out. The kid's grown up, I thought to myself.

I stood next to him, trying to understand what he was doing on the TV menu. At some point I bent down to get a better look at the outlet, and since the dress was loose, it fell forward. At first I didn't notice, but when I looked to the side, I saw Daniel's eyes fixed on my chest. He tried to look away fast, but it was too late. I saw what he saw. I pretended I didn't notice and stayed there... continue reading

Anna entered the gynecologist's office and sat nervously on the edge of the examination table. She was twenty-eight, but she always felt awkward at such appointments. Dr. Sergei, a tall, broad-shouldered man of about forty, locked the door and smiled calmly. "Undress completely, Anna, and lie down. Put your feet in the stirrups. Today is a full examination." She obediently removed her dress and panties and lay down, spreading her legs. The cold metal of the stirrups bit into her skin. Sergey put on gloves, but within a minute she felt his fingers not just examining, but roughly spreading her labia. "Mmm... clean pussy," he muttered under his breath. "And the cervix... go deeper." Anna flinched when, without warning, he inserted two fingers up to her knuckles and began to move them sharply inside. "Doctor... this is too much!" she squeaked. Sergei grinned, taking off his gloves. — Too much? For you, bitch, nothing has begun yet. He unbuttoned his r... continue reading

One night I was over at my sister’s house, we were drinking and watching something on the tv I couldn’t even tell you what it was now. She had far more than me and passed out early, but stayed up on my phone in the living room. Her husband, my brother in law, came home from his night shift and we started chatting. Somehow I learned that my sister hadn’t been putting out, and he was staying late at work cause he knew he wouldn’t get anything when he went home so he didn’t see a point in going.

At this point he was sitting next to me on the couch. I noticed he kept looking me up and down, mainly at my chest. We had gotten closer while he was talking, more like ranting at this point, and next thing I knew we were kissing. He pulled me on his lap and put his hands up my shirt, grabbing my chest. I was grinding into him, trying not to moan and wake up my sister upstairs. He took off his shirt, tossing it aside and I did the same, my chest falling freely. Immediately he was leaving hickies... continue reading

I went to a cosplay convention as Kurisu Makise from Steins;Gate. It was super fun and a lot more people regognized the chatacter than i expected. I was walking around with my group, a friend with car who drive us there, two friends from the same „circle“ or like a meetup that happens weekly in our local community, and a guy we met on the con itself, i talked about Steins;Gate with him for hours so he kinda just integrated in the goup.

We mostly looked for some stuff from artists, took pictures with other cosplayers and then decided to look thru the commercial stuff do. Merch from all kinda of fandoms, figure scales, plushies, charms… all that stuff.

And in one oft he hundereds of glass showcases i spotted them. Three Kurisu scales, the character i was cosplaying and i love. Eacho f them pretty as fuck. The pose, the quality, everything. But the one catching my seight the most was a very big one with the charactered leaning on top of a bunch of old TV’s. But while i checked her out... continue reading

Long but worth it.

A little about me. I’m 32, male (obviously if you read the title). Physically I’m quite large. I’m every bit of 6’6, pretty well built at about 260 lbs. Big beard, big hands, big everything if I’m being honest.

I’m subcontracted by a very large box store that sells home renovation materials. My job is to visit customers homes and conduct site surveys. Basically I verify measurements, materials, scope of labor for the installation crews, etc.

Okay now you have context, let’s get into it.

I’m headed to a customers home on Friday, the name listed was a male name. I approach the front door as I always do. Walk up, ring the doorbell, and wait. After about 30 seconds, the door cracks open and in the dark I hear a voice slur out the words “Are you here to measure my hard wood?” I’m a very outgoing person and can handle all sorts of people, so without thinking I respond “Yes ma’am you got it!”

I hear a laugh and the door opens all the way. Standing there is a short, th... continue reading

Her confident gait, long, slender legs in black stilettos, and stunning C-cup breasts, swaying beneath her thin white blouse, instantly captured the attention of every man in the Domodedovo Airport waiting room. And most importantly, this goddess was walking straight toward me. I felt envious glances piercing my back: Nikolai, the project's chief engineer, and suddenly such a beauty was flying with him on a business trip to Kaliningrad. When I was told I was flying to Kaliningrad to secure approvals for a new residential complex with Anastasia, our company's marketing director, I nearly jumped. She was 29 years old, unmarried, but every guy in the office had been drooling over her for a year, dreaming of seeing her naked just once. They said she was a former model, but she was a brainwasher better than any analyst. For me, it was like winning the lottery: two weeks in Kaliningrad with her alone. Anastasia came up, smiled dazzlingly and extended her hand: — Hi, Kolya. Ready f... continue reading

The next morning things were actually very normal at breakfast, not sure he noticed what I did in the bathroom and he didn’t bring up getting himself off. That honestly kind of annoyed me so I asked straight up, in a jokey way, something like “pipes clean now?” He didn’t even stop chewing, just let out this half-grinned laugh and nodded his head proudly. His face did get red though which was kind of cute. I didn’t want to put him on the spot so I just said “proud of you” and we carried on

BUT

The next day we were googling for spots to eat dinner when I saw a “hey sexy” message from some pop up on his phone from a girl I hadn’t heard about. I teased him about it and pestered until he told me about her. (Best of my knowledge verbatim from here on out):

“Ooooh \[name\]??”

“Haha, yeah shes cool”

“Well who is she??” (I can be kind of annoying lol)

“We met on hinge, we got drinks a couple time before I left and it went well but I think she just wants to smash” he told me, sort of laug... continue reading

This morning I was on a super crowded train during rush hour. The carriage was completely packed, bodies pressed together, barely any room to move.

There was a guy standing right behind me. Probably mid-30s. His girlfriend (or wife?) was squeezed in right next to him, holding onto the same pole. She was scrolling on her phone, completely oblivious.

I don’t know what came over me, but I started slowly shifting my weight and pressing my ass back against him. At first it was subtle, just “accidentally” brushing against him with the movement of the train. Then I got bolder. I arched my back a little and started gently grinding my ass right against his crotch in slow, small circles.

It didn’t take long. I could feel him getting hard through his pants. His cock started pressing and throbbing against my ass cheek. I kept going, pretending it was just the train moving us, but really I was deliberately rubbing my ass up and down his growing bulge.

He never said a word. He just stood there b... continue reading

**TRUE STORY**

sooo this is from a couple months ago that still gets me wet every time i think about it. i

matched with this guy on tinder who was super cute, tall, fit, total boyfriend material vibe. we texted for a few days, he was funny and sweet, but the second sex cme up he got super paranoid about condoms. **like, “i never go raw, no exceptions, stds and babies are scary” level strict. i respected it at first, but once we actually met up i knew i wanted to feel him bare and make him lose control inside me. 😈**

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he came over to my place after drinks, still nervous about the condom thing, double-checking the box he brought like it was a life vest. we started making out on my couch, clothes coming off slow....cmy skirt hiked up, his shirt gone, hands everywhere. i could feel how hard he was through his jeans, thick and throbbing, and when i finally pulled them down his cock sprang out, perfect size, veiny, already leaking precum. i stroked him a little, teasing the... continue reading

My wife is 24 years old. Slender, of average height, with long dark hair, green eyes, firm C-cup breasts with dark pink nipples and a juicy, round ass that just begs to be spanked and fucked. According to my wife... That evening, she went to the sauna with two of my friends, Seryoga and Maxim. They'd been offering to "have a steam session like men" for a while, but this time she decided to join them because I was on a business trip. She said, "Don't be bored, darling, I'm just relaxing after work." They met at the entrance and entered a separate cabin with a large steam room and relaxation area. They immediately undressed. Lena threw on only a small white towel that barely covered her bottom. Seryoga was tall, muscular, with a thick penis; Maxim was slightly shorter, but sinewy and always lustful. The steam room became hot. They poured a beer, then a second. Lena quickly became tipsy—beer on an empty stomach, plus the steam. The towel slipped off, and she... continue reading

Fuck… I’m still lying here in bed, absolutely dripping with cum as I type this.

So here’s what happened, I have this FWB who’s been wanting to do an MFM threesome with me for a while. We’ve had threesomes with another girl before, but I’ve always suspected he might be a little bisexual, even though he’s never admitted it.

We’d just come back from drinks and were chilling at my place, watching Netflix and making out on the couch. He started telling me about a friend he really wanted to share me with, and honestly, hearing him talk about it got me insanely turned on. I told him to message the guy and see if he was free right then and to invite him over.

His friend was down and showed up in minutes. I was nervous but so excited it was going to be my first MFM. As soon as he walked in, things escalated quickly. One of them was eating my pussy while the other fucked my mouth. It felt so dirty and hot. I got wetter and wetter until I was begging them to fuck me. They laid me on the bed wi... continue reading

This happened 12 years ago, but I can still replay it in my head like it was yesterday.

Back then, I’d been dating my girlfriend, Ana, since high school. She had two close friends, both of whom, at one point or another, had a thing for me. After graduation, one of them moved to London, while the three of us—me, Ana, and her best friend Alex, ended up in the same city for college, about 300 km from home.

We rented an apartment together. Three rooms, one each… at least on paper. In reality, Ana and I shared mine most nights.

Alex was impossible not to notice. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, curves in all the right places and she knew it. Sometimes she’d walk around in skirts so short they felt more like a suggestion than actual clothing. Ana, on the other hand, was shorter latina, with long hair and a body that could distract me mid-sentence. Completely different… equally dangerous.

The first year passed without anything happening. But there were moments—little looks, lingering touches, pla... continue reading