I work as a waitress part time at a local restaurant and ever since i started working there, i always had a thing for my boss, especially when i found out he's divorcing 😅 - i always tease him and i know he loves it. He always compliments me when i show up braless and wearing cute, it gets him more customers <3 ​ Anyways, my first days at the job weren't easy because i was new to all of it but there's a guy who really helped me (i'll call him T), T and i became really good friends and we have lunch breaks together ..etc. One day, a couple of months ago, we were chatting and he told me that he's struggling financially and he asked our boss for a raise but he rejected it. ​ Just days after our conversation, i was working a shift and it was late night, i was closing since the others already left. As i was cleaning up, i heard loud voices from my boss's office so i went there and he was on the phone ( with his soon to be ex wife) - i know i shouldn't have do
Our love is as hot as our sex, it began very modestly and romantically, 2 weeks after the first date we touched each other's hands, a week later we kissed, and the next day we were already burning with passion! The bus, the park, the bench on the street… they all witnessed our desire. Our kisses were so hot that even the frost on the street did not stop the thirsty hands and lips. A couple more weeks passed, and I invited him to my place for tea, but my plans included not only dinner, I dreamed of a passionate night. About the one that is described in love stories, about wild and unbridled passion! Dinner went pretty well, after we went to my room. We settled down on the bed and our lips were already stretched to each other. He took a position on top, began kissing my lips and stroking my thighs under my skirt with his hands (that day I was 100% ready, I wanted to impress and I was wearing black lace underwear and stockings, I'm sure he appreciated it), his palms slid along my legs
This is one of my favourite sexual experiences of my life and it happened last summer. I’d been living in a new city for about a year and made a friend at work, Anna. We worked on the same floor and shared an office from time to time. As the only two women in the department, we became friends almost instantly. I was struck immediately when I met her by how tall she was, how confident. She was in charge of our team and didn’t take any shit from the men. I liked that. We work in a very male dominated industry, but she was the matriarch. Dominant. Her tight blonde curls hung about her head, spilling down the formal blouses she wore. Every day was another variation of an ironed black skirt, and her figure was like a perfectly drawn curve. Anna smiled with little dimples in her cheeks, but nothing had ever indicated to me at least that she might be attracted to women. I find that’s often how it goes. Throughout the year we got lunch together every day, walking from the off
I’ve never had a good relationship with my older sister. We are 8 years apart so she never really wanted to play with me as a kid because I was too young (but more likely too independent) to play along with her little games the way she wanted to play them. She moved away from our home town when I was only 10 and I had barely anything to do with her from then onwards. It was only 3 years ago when she met a guy and moved back to our hometown that she re-entered my life. This time with an absolute snack of a boyfriend who soon became her husband and now the father of her child. While I’ve never gotten along with my sister, as she’s a bossy, overly serious, self-absorbed person, my brother in law Hugh is a funny, charismatic, and easy going guy, and we have always got along like a house on fire from the day we first met. I started to spend more and more time with them after they had their first child a year and a half ago. It would always really annoy me when I would go round
So I was in Vegas with my husband and on our 3rd night he had way to much sun and vodka and passed out hard early . I was planing to just stay in the room and relax but I changed my mind and put on my black dress and left the room to go walk the casino and play a few games. I was down on the floor for an hour or so bouncing around tables when this guy walked up to me at the bar and asked "how much for an hour " . I was shocked he thought I was a working girl , NY dress was tiny and I had heels on but never thought I looked like that . I was about to just laugh and tell him I'm not a hooker when he grabbed my thigh and slid his hand up a little . This got me instantly wet thinking that this guy wants to pay me to fuck and was actually a pretty good looking guy . So I just looked at him and went high and said 500$ . He didn't even bat an eye and said deal let's go up to my room . And that's exactly what I did, I went up the elevator and followed him into his room where he handed me
I grew up in the suburbs in Canada and like every male at one point in his life, I was obsessed (still am) with hot mom's. Whether that be MILF porn or the neighbour mom's, every time I could I would try and jerk off to a MILF. Something about it was just so hot and it probably didn't hurt that the neighbour was a hot mom either.My family had been living in this house for a few years before one summer this single mom and her two kids moved in next door. I was about 23 when they first moved in and was immediately infatuated with this mom. She was recently divorced with two kids and had a banging body and looked like she had been pulled right out from one of my hottest fantasies. It felt like I was in a dream. So for the next two years our families began to grow closer as my mom was also a single mom at the time with two kids. Her kids (much younger than I) also began to look at me like a sibling and it was a nice way to get to spend more time with their mom, but, they or she didn't hav
One of my guy friends has an interview today and he’s been really stressed out about it. It’s his first big boy job interview so I told him to come over to my place and empty his balls in my mouth. He came over all dressed up ready for his interview and I did just that, let him empty his balls down my throat. I went demon mode on his cock and made him cum in about thirty seconds. Every last drop = swallowed. I gave his dick a kiss and said go get em tiger and off he went, stress free. HE GOT THE JOB!!!!
I’ve danced around this a lot and wrote about the first time we fucked, but I never really went into the mountains of sexual tension that came before. *I have a really hard time writing about my husband… As someone on here pointed out, it’s actually far more vulnerable for me than just writing about my past sex life.* Certain things in my life had fallen into place by the time this story took place. My career was taking off, I had started therapy, and I acknowledged a few things about myself, including the fact that I was indeed addicted to sex and used it for validation. *My therapist was fascinated by me. You know it’s bad when you shock a psychiatrist.* So as a result, I had been spending a lot of time “dating myself.” I wasn’t living totally like a monk, but I stopped compulsively seducing people and spent more time alone. I wasn’t entirely a garbage human before, but I wasn’t taking great care of myself. I was reckless and hurt a lot of people with my inability to approp
With a strong cross, you again sent the ball into the field near the line itself. Yes, the punches were excellent, but they didn't seem to help you smash me set after set. I could hardly concentrate on the ball during the reception, and mediocrely shot my own serves out of bounds. My fingers alternately weakened, then convulsively squeezed the racket, as soon as you just made a jerk to the side or leaned over the ball ... Several times I closed my eyes tightly, shaking my head, as if trying to throw off the sweet shackles of vision that arises behind the net. But the vision did not disappear - after all, there was you, a real tennis goddess, a beauty queen and a master of seduction ... - 6:2, I won again - you said fervently. Where these two games I won came from, I could not understand. And I didn’t think about tennis at all at that moment. Your beautiful hair, falling down your neck on graceful open shoulders, your elastic breasts, embossed in a snow-white mini-top, your breathtaki
There was this young guy I'd often see at the gym and I could tell he was staring at me, like checking me out. It happened most times we were both there. Eventually I decided to ask him how many sets he had left on a weights machine. We chatting for a bit and whenever we'd see each other we would speak and have a chat. This day it was raining and I offered him a lift home (he walked to and from). When I dropped him off, I asked if I could come in to use the bathroom (I didn't need to), we came in out of the rain. His clothes were wet and I said he should get changed or he'll get too cold. He shyly took his shirt off and I put a hand on his chest and rubbed. Then I'm like 'your pants are wet, you should change them too'. Then I moved my hand down to his underwear and squeezed. He was already hard. And he flinched a bit. I asked if he was ok and he said no one has ever touched him there before. I told him to relax and that I'd take care of him as I kneeled in front of him and took him
My pussy is always on fire, aching for a hard cock, and eager tongue, a finger or two. I had heard a woman's sex drive goes wild in their 30s. I was already wild, had been since I was a teen. I fully expected the opposite. I had fucked around. I had been fucked by the biggest, the smallest, fattest, skinniest cocks. The dicks that randomly take a turn, even those feel fucking amazing in the right position. So I didn't think my sex drive could get any worse. Until it did. Not to sound dramatic, because it wasn't. I was still the shy, introverted, glasses wearing, wallflower girl. And yet, the thoughts that ran through my head. The aches in my pussy. The need to be filled. The urge to be used. I was at the bar of a popular restaurant in Toronto waiting for my friends, to watch the Leafs. I had ordered a couple of drinks, was nervous about the game but in a good mood overall. I was wearing a jersey and tights, planning on being outside for a better part of the night. I struck up a conv
The backstory is my bf and I were on vacation in Bangkok. We had always talked about adding another girl but had been nervous to try. We decided to get a couple's massage at an erotic parlor called Kiss. When we arrived we ordered our massage and two girls took us up to a room and gave us a bath. I was a little jealous watching another girl touch him, but it turned me on also. After the bath they moved us to the bed and started to massage us. After awhile they had us turn over and started massaging our fronts. I was getting so wet having a girl rub my nipples while watching another one rub my bf. It was so erotic looking at each other getting rubbed that when she made her way down and started rubbing my clit I came pretty quickly. My bf was still being jerked off and the other girl moved over to help. The sight of two girls jerking him off at the same time was so hot. I started making out with him and as he started moaning I knew he was getting closer. I moved down and starte
After our encounter, I gave him a little peck on the cheek and got dressed. I finished my duties with the baby and bade my goodbyes to Mr. Dad. He acted like nothing happened and wouldn't look me in the eyes. Of course, I didn't take offense at that. It wasn't a common thing to happen with one's babysitter and I understand that so I just let it go. I went home and got myself off a few times thinking of what had happened. On my next workday, he barely said 2 words to me before leaving me with his child. I was like, okay so that's how he wanted to play it. Fine with me. That day, he came home later than usual, around 8pm. The baby was already asleep and I was just watching tv in the living room waiting for him. He went in but it didn't seem like he noticed me there as he put his bag on the counter and sat on the couch across from me. He sighed the biggest saddest sigh and was just staring at nothing. I got up, took a beer out of the fridge and gave it to him. He looked at me
I never used to like threesomes, I always liked getting all the attention from the guy I'm fucking. I wanted to be the girl that he lusted over, and yearned to be with again. I love watching a guy moan with pleasure as I solely focus on him and the idea of another girl made me feel less special. That is until I realised something. Outside of sex, I am super competitive and threesomes allow me to compete with the other girl. I was asked to have sex with one of my not-so-close friends and her boyfriend (It was one of those deals where the guy picked me and she got to pick one of his friends for their next threesome). I know that he had been instructed to focus mainly on her and to not cum inside me. But to me, this sounds like a challenge. A challenge to be sexier than her, to try harder than her, to make him feel better than she ever could. So when it finally happened he started by playing with his gf... It took some time for him to start fucking me, but when he did I made
This story happened a few years back during my third year of university. I’m going to switch up names and some minor details for anonymity, and a warning it might be a little long, but I think it’s worth telling so here I go… ​ My roommate, Ben, asked me to join a co-ed rec volleyball team at the start of the year. Ben was into a girl named Melissa who wanted to play, and needed a wingman. I ended up joining and about half-way through the year Ben and Melissa started dating (wohoo!). I should mention that I have a long-distance girlfriend at the time who went to a different school. ​ There were three other girls that joined the team and to put it bluntly, they were all incredibly sexy. To give you an idea, Jessica was a cute brunette that looked a lot like Alison Brie. Next was Chloe, who might have had the nicest legs and ass on the entire campus, and she was not afraid to flaunt it at games. She’d show up wearing some of the skimpiest and tightest shorts t
We had gone through a nasty divorce. It took us ages to even talk to each other. So when I arranged to read my son a bedtime story a couple of nights a week it didn't go down well. After a couple of weeks she got used to it though and even started making me a coffee after I had put him to bed. Eventually she started talking to me about her dating experiences and how she loved having anal with her new sexual partners(she never liked it when we were married!!) She also stopped wearing bras whenever I came over. She had E cup tittys and seeing them hanging loose on the table while I sipped my coffee got me horny as fuck!! Unlike her I hadn't been screwing anyone. "Why are you telling me all this!!" I demanded of her"You know I'm not seeing anyone!!" I stood up to go and she stepped in front of me"Youve been really good lately and... and....I really miss your cock!!" She reached forward and grabbed my crotch. "Whats wrong ur boyfreinds not up to scratch??!!" I said angrily... but I had al
Why do we come here? We all have different reasons why we are here on the Internet: someone just like that ... plays out of boredom, someone tries to forget, to get away from the real. But the result is the same: here we meet, communicate, fall in love, become attached to each other, part, experience pain and disappointment. We live here. I was like that too, until one day I met you. We chatted, laughed, you gave me so much tenderness and affection ... and gradually I began to realize that I was looking for communication only with you ... I know that we are little acquainted ... but still ... Every evening I run here, to the monitor... I know... it's stupid! But when you come here, I want to cuddle up to you, feel the warmth, hear the beating of your heart and, touching your lips to your chest, whisper "I missed you ... I was waiting for ..." ... and sliding your hands over your shoulders up ... over your neck, raise your eyes and clinging to your lips to give an unforgettable
Part 1 - Home Early This all went down when I was away at college. I would come home to visit my family some weekends. When I did come home to visit, it was usually on Friday after my morning class. This particular week my Friday class was canceled so I decided to drive back home a day early. The university I attended was a few hours from home, so I arrived in the early afternoon that Thursday. A day earlier than I would normally come home. A day earlier than I would have been expected. I pulled into the driveway and noticed a vehicle parked that I did not recognize. Didn't think too much about it and went to the front door. As soon as I was inside I got a surprise that I never would have never anticipated. Immediately I heard moaning and muffled sounds from upstairs. I quietly closed the front door. The house way quiet except the noises from above. Not sure of who or exactly what I was hearing, it took me a second to figure out that someone was upstairs fucking, and the
So I’ve mentioned this friend in a previous story (can’t remember how to link stories), we go to uni together and he lives on campus whereas I still live at home. We have a bit of a free use relationship if I need to get out from under my parents watchful eye. Thankfully he has an amazing cock that’s perfectly suited to me and is willing to loan it out. The other day uni stress was getting to me and I couldn’t take another minute in the library, i usually cum to destress and needed a heavy hit at the time so dropped him a text. He said I was welcome to come round but he and his friends were doing an important thing on call of Warcraft or whatever the fuck it is that couldn’t be paused. I didn’t understand at the time that this meant the cock was available to me but not the rest of him. When I got to his room he’d pulled the front of his shorts down to expose his cock and his body language said balls in ur court as he hardly acknowledged me coming in. I stripped down completely and
2 years ago when I was 18 I began dating my first serious boyfriend Callum, who was the same age. Callum’s parents were divorced, and he lived with his Shaun 42M in a nice house with a beautiful swimming pool. I never knew anyone with a pool back then, so he was a keeper… well, until the end of the summer, anyway. For the most part, Callum’s Dad gave us our privacy at the pool. I would normally only see him on weekends when he would be out doing yard work. Occasionally, he would come and sit by the pool and chat with us. I didn't mind, as he was very sweet and kind. After the first couple of weekends of hanging out at the pool, I did notice Shaun glancing over to me a fair bit when he was doing yard work. I noticed he would watch me when I was in the pool or walking around. I never said anything to Callum, I didn’t really know what to say to him and to be honest I didn’t mind the attention. Prior to dating Callum, the oldest guy I had been with was 26. So when Shaun started to notice