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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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’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
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
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
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
It’s been a while since I’ve written, but I just wanted to share an experience from last week. A few years ago I had a therapist named Noel. I was her client for about 3 months until I ended up moving out of the state. She always dressed incredibly formal at our appointments, and things were strictly business oriented. I was her client, she was my therapist. When I started seeing her, I remember thinking immediately that she was cute, around my age— mid 20’s. She always kept her hair up in a tight bun, and the only indication that she wasn’t a total square was her small septum ring. Really she was a wonderful therapist and I wish I could have kept seeing her. Last week I did. I was back in town, visiting family, and chatting with an old friend at a bar. I excused myself to the restroom and as I was patting my cheeks with blush, there was Noel washing her hands in the mirror. “Noel?” I said, shocked. She looked over. “Mira??” She was just as pretty as I remembered, but absolutely f
The story takes place one summer. Then there was a warm, if not to say, hot summer. It was 30 degree heat. We had a dacha near Belozersk. This is an amazing place. Sandy soil, even after heavy rain it was always dry. Deep and beautiful lakes were not far from our dacha. Dad worked on weekends and my mom and I went alone to the dacha. The neighbors also came. I was 24. A daughter and her father arrived at a neighboring site. She, as she said, was about 20, although according to her figure, one could give no more than 18 years. Slender, short, dense figure with small elastic breasts and dark skin. Athletic dad, former cyclist. The day was hot, but Anya, that was the name of our neighbor, worked with her dad in the garden. Mom and I also did some housework. I went out to the terrace. The neighbors had a better-groomed yard than ours. They had already built a large bathhouse, and the site itself was larger than ours. Anya squatted and weeded strawberries. She was wearing a T-shirt and li
I (19F) work as a stripper and am able to afford nice things; an apartment with no roommates, and my own car. My mom and stepdad think that I work "at the college gym." They have no idea what I do at night after college. Last weekend, it all became crystal clear to my step dad how I afford all of that. My step dad and his friends were sitting at a table with a couple of dancers and I saw him look at the far stage where I was and almost spit his drink out when he saw me completely naked doing some impressive pole work. I'm a tiny little Latina with big bouncy tits and a fat juicy ass that turns heads. I would always catch stepdad checking me out when I was over at mom's. He was trying to avoid me all night, but when he was coming out from the VIP room with a girl, I was leading a man in and we locked eyes. I gasped, looked away, and kept on going. A few minutes later I came out of the VIP room, went to clean up, and then went straight to him. I sat down in a thong and a very skimp
Last Easter weekend, I stopped by a friend's get together for a bit. Told her I’d show up so I did. Nothing out of the ordinary there I thought. By the end of the party I had struck up a conversation with two of her girl friends Maddy and Annie. Both were older than me and my friend had informed me once that Maddy thought I was cute. So I ended up going to Maddy's place after the party. I figured a little casual sex wouldn’t do any harm. But I was surprised at the sex I got! When it comes to sex, I’ll try anything once. So I was laying in bed with her, both of us naked. We were making out and I was obviously very wet. She ever so casually asked if I’ve ever been fucked anal with a strap on. I said nope but I’m happy to try it. We started with oral sex and as soon as I was done eating her pussy she got out her strap on. I won’t lie seeing her put in the harness was a turn on for me. Then she put a dildo in it. It was huge! She slowly penetrated my ass, using spit as lube.