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My best friend Sadie had been talking about this guy for a week. He was quiet, awkward and sat near the front in their shared lecture and actually took notes because he cared about his grades. They got paired on a group project and she kept talking about him, finding reasons to bring him up, how he blushed when she leaned over his laptop, how he stammered when she asked if he wanted to review outside of class, and how he looked at her mouth when he thought she wouldn’t notice. I told her she should stop being subtle and just invite him over. She texted me that same afternoon.

*He’s coming over at 8, using the project as an excuse. You’re free, right?*

I was free.

I showed up at her apartment a little after seven-thirty wearing a thin white tank top and short gray shorts. The tank was light enough that the shape of my nipples showed if I got even a little cold. Sadie was already in a cropped shirt and sleep shorts that sat low on her hips. When Jeremy’s knock came, she shot me a brie... continue reading

I heard this story from a woman I happened to talk to on the train. She said she needed to talk, and I, she said, seemed like a good listener. I don't know how true it is, but I remembered what she told me word for word. So, the heroine—let's call her Vera. Thirty-four years old, petite and well-built, with heavy dark hair and a calm, slightly tired face. Not a cover-girl beauty, but one of those women who men linger on longer than intended. Vera worked for a small agency that officially organized private events, but unofficially found escorts. Not prostitution in the traditional sense, more like theater: dinners, receptions, trips, the occasional night out. Vera wasn't the kind of woman to be called on often. She was valued for something else: her ability to get into character. She knew how to be whatever her clients were looking for: a giggly student, a bored wife, a stern teacher. The agency called it "individual support with elements of psychological reconstructi... continue reading

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I (M28, but 25 at the time) work as a competitive soccer coach. The teams I work with travel 3-4 times a year so that means I get a lot of time in hotels with some of the team moms. I think I’m a pretty decent looking guy, 5’10, tattoos and I’m in pretty good shape, so it isn’t uncommon for the moms to playfully flirt with me. I flirt back a little but never with a married mom I don’t want to push that boundary, but if it’s a single mom and she’s openly flirting with me then it’s 100% fair game.

So a few years ago we’re in Phoenix for a tournament and this mom, Lisa (F39), spends the weekend talking more to me than she usually does. I never met her kids dad, so I correctly assumed she was single. Lisa was a cute, shorter brunette woman who was kind of pale with smaller tits but with an ass that made all the dads turn and look whenever she walked by. I definitely enjoyed the warm Phoenix weather seeing her in shorts that seemed to be getting shorter eve... continue reading

so my best friend josie and hey boyfriend josh had a little party at their place last night. just a small one. maybe a dozen or so people, nothing huge, just drinks and music and everyone hanging out in their living room. i was excited because i know josie and josh know a lot of really adventurous people, and i had a feeling things might get exciting if u know what i mean. i had been horny all day and i shaved my pussy and put on this tiny skirt with no panties under it, because i was kinda hoping something naughty would happen.

the truth or dare started around midnight once everyone had drank enough to say yes to it. josie was the one who suggested it (typical), and josh backed her up right away and i could tell from the look they gave each other that they had planned this in advance.

first few rounds were pretty standard. someone dared josh to do a body shot off josie and he did it without blinking. someone asked me how many people i had slept with this year and i told the truth an... continue reading

Just a quick note about this story. I had the first 4 parts written before posting it so after this it might be a little delay before the next part comes out.

I crawled into our double sleeping bag next to my wife and passed out. I was tired from all the travel and excitement of the day.

I woke up around 5 am to piss and when I tried to go back to sleep I couldn't. I grabbed my toiletries bag a towel and walked to the shower house to get ready for the day.

The shower house was near the center of the campground and was not segregated by gender for some reason. It was a nice shower facility with stalls for the showers separated from stalls for the toilets by a brick wall and door. All the shower stalls had curtains on them and a bench in a small changing area behind the curtain. The whole building was climate controlled because the campground is open all year.

I opened the door to the shower area and found it completely deserted. The perks of getting up early I guess. I chose one... continue reading

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I saw Nathalie laying near the pool next to a dark, tall, muscular man, whom I assumed was her husband. This was the first time I saw Nathalie in a bikini. Her boobs were great, very big and round. She had an insanely big ass that I failed to notice beforehand. I stared at her sexy body through my bedroom window when suddenly I heard a knock on my door. I had forgotten to lock the door; it swung open, and entered Sofia. "Hey Timo!!" She exclaimed enthusiastically. I was startled. "Sofia! You can’t barge into my room like this," I said. She laughed and questioned, "Why not?" I didn't respond, as I stood there only wearing boxers. "Timo, what are you looking at?" She asked. She noticed I was staring at something outside my window... continue reading

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I walked into the restaurant with Nina and we joined our friends at the table. I was glad to see that Olivia joined as well, she seemed to doing a bit better and I was happy for her. But something just wasn’t right at breakfast. You really don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.

Manuel was very outgoing and he was always a conversation starter. That was one of the things I enjoyed the most, and his quick wit. Luca and Manuel were always joking around and there was never a dull moment with them, they always had something to say. Now, everything seemed different.

And I know it’s no use to keep wishing he was there, but I did. And I hoped he would come back. But for now, I had to deal with the way things were.

“How are you feeling?” I asked Olivia who was a bit quiet.

She looked up at me and showed me... continue reading

This was five years ago. I still remember when she walked into my seminar on the first day of the spring semester. I’d long since learned to deal with the fact that some students are attractive, but she was another level. Tall and blonde, at once graceful and gawky, seemingly not entirely in control of her long legs, and a wide, wry smile—her mouth was a little too big, in a Julia Roberts way—that told you she was aware of it. Her touch of awkwardness only made her sexier—she wore a wide, wry smile, as if to apologize for being so impossibly hot. Her voice was lower than you’d expect, and her default tone was gentle sarcasm. Tattoos on both arms suggested another side to her I couldn’t help but wonder about.

On top of all of that—let’s get out with it—she had a spectacular set of breasts, buoyant but far too large for her narrow frame. (But, as I learned, entirely natural). The effect was stunning, and she knew it, but she never relied on it—she sharp as a tack and didn’t need to.

I... continue reading

01:01 Time for a night walk has come. Yana read her Master's instructions for the last time. The backpack is already assembled and Yana finally looked into it again. Inside are: plastic collars, a gag, a cork, five wooden clothespins, a collar with a tied leash, nipple clamps with bells, and nail clippers.

01:05 Yana closed the front door and put the key under the door mat. Then she resolutely went to the exit from the entrance.

01:07 There is no one on the street in front of the house. Yana walked around the white Opel and approached the fence of the office building. There is no one on the territory, only two lonely lanterns shine at the very entrance. The guard must have been dreaming for the third time, and no one should interfere with her.

01:10 She climbed over the fence and stopped in the shade of one of the lilac bushes. She unbuttoned her sweatshirt and put it on her backpack. She pulled off her sneakers and stood on them with her bare feet. Then she took off her shirt an... continue reading

He. She. Theater. Jazz is playing. That evening they decided to go out into the city to have a cultural time. There was a young man on stage playing the saxophone. Looking for a place to sit, she saw an empty balcony upstairs. And now they are already climbing there. But it happens very slowly, they stop at every step, turn around, play... They simply enjoy the moment. It was quite dark on the balcony, with only the light from the stage illuminating the area where they decided to sit. She was passionate about music, and he was passionate about her.

He looked without taking his eyes off, as if he was seeing her for the first time in his life. Not far from where they were sitting there was an old door that apparently had not been used for a long time. Enjoying the wonderful music and the charm of sitting next to each other, he was no longer able to control himself. His hands began to quietly stroke her beautiful body, starting from her hands and ending with her waist. That evening she... continue reading

I can hardly remember her name. Looks like Stacey. Yes, that's probably right. Stacey Muller, either German or English. I met her at a party with one of my friends, Count Sh-va. There were few ladies at the reception hosted by the count, and she stood out from all the rest, like a pure royal diamond, framed by small semi-precious stones. I will try to describe her so that it is clear why I was fascinated by this woman.

Quite tall for her slender figure, fair-skinned, graceful, like a Chinese ivory figurine. Platinum curls are neatly styled, a beautiful thin-lipped mouth lined with bright red lipstick. The skin of the face is fashionably whitened to a painful pallor. Deep shadows under the eyes, black as the Persian night. Add to this the exquisite evening gown of black velvet and the languid grace with which she carried herself, and you will understand why I could not take my eyes off her throughout the evening.

Count Sh-ov noticed my condition and whispered in my ear:

- Good stu... continue reading

A centuries-old, gloomy forest stood like a wall on either side of the rutted road, sunken by recent rains. Spruce trees, like black guards, locked their shaggy paws overhead, not letting through even a ray of the midday sun. Only occasionally, somewhere high above, a solitary bird would cry out anxiously, and in the distance, an invisible quagmire would hoot heavily and piercingly. It was a godforsaken, remote place, the kind of place people used to say: "Here the devil would break his leg, and a man would lose his head." A lone carriage trundled leisurely along the bumpy road that wound through these gloomy thickets. A portly dapple-colored gelding, his ears twitching, lazily flicked his tail at horseflies. The coachman, a sleepy man, languid from the heat and the forest air, nodded off every now and then. Inside the covered carriage, upholstered in leather darkened by time, sat a young woman on embroidered cushions. Her name was Marfa Andreyevna Volkonskaya, wife of the S... continue reading