Quick thing about me so this makes sense. I'm alt-ish. Black hair, usually messy. I run every morning in a sports bra and shorts because I refuse to overheat and also because my tits are big enough that the cleavage in a sports bra is... noticeable. Like guys-tripping-on-the-sidewalk noticeable. I'm aware of this. I use it. Whatever. So there's this guy on my street. Dad of two. Wife works a lot. He's out in his yard almost every morning when I leave for my run. Watering plants, taking the trash out, whatever dads do at 7am. We started saying hi a few months ago and the hi turned into small talk and the small talk turned into actual conversations and somewhere along the way it got flirty. Nothing crazy. Just the kind of flirty where he'd say "you look good today" while I'm standing there in a sports bra with my tits practically spilling out and my black hair piled up in a messy bun and I'd smile too long and neither of us would say what we were actually thinking. He vents to me s
I started a new office job a bunch of years ago, where it didn't take long to fall into a new circle of friends. DL is a little older than me (She was 32 or so. Me, 28) and we somehow just hit it off immediately. I'd never heard the term "work wife" before, but after about 6 months one of the other women called her that in the middle of the group and there was a little celebration that our relationship had finally leveled up. I thought that was really weird, but I guess it's a real thing? I mean, she's cute.... more than cute, actually. She's the first one guys notice whenever we're all at the bar on Thursdays after work. I mean, anyway. Big boobs. That's what I mean to say. She's got really big boobs. But I got used to the idea, and she's a really good friend. She's nothing like my real wife (physically anyway) who is slim and athletic and has a body I get hard thinking about at my desk. I would never want to fuck anything up with my wife. And DL and I have work boundaries... It's n
okay so this story is about one of my kinks that i'm honestly a little bit ashamed of, and i really do try my best not to indulge in it as much as possible. that being said. i am hypersexual, and that legit means i sometimes lose control of myself and do things that i later sometimes end up regretting. i have a cheating kink. not in the way where i want to be cheated on (couldn't happen because i would let my bf/husband fuck whoever they wanted), but in the way where i want to be the other girl. something about it makes me insanely wet and it's kinda fucked up but i just can't help it sometimes. so i was at a bar a few nights ago by myself just drinking and this older guy sat down next to me. he was probably mid forties. we started talking and he was buying me drinks and being really sweet and i noticed he kept fidgeting with his left hand. no ring but there was a tan line. i clocked it immediately. i didn't say anything. i didn't care. honestly it made me more interested. we ended u
Longtime married (nearly 30yrs, yes I was super young).....and free use couple. Yesterday I called my husband to complain about something at work. I was just venting, but I was pissed. I was going on and on and on, like I always do, when he stops me and says - "Just come here to my office and suck my dick and it'll solve all your problems". It was just something stupid, like all men say... I smirked and we went on with our convo...and eventually hung up. After getting off our call....I was still stressed....and remembered what he said... So....I got up, left my office, went to my car and drove the 20min to his office. I walked in, locked his door, walked out of my heels and put my hair up on the way to his desk...I pushed his chair back, got on my knees, pulled his penis out....and gave him exactly what he asked for. I didn’t ask, I didn't try and be sexy....I just took it. No teasing, no frills, no talking....I just gave hime the best "frustration BJ" I could....to the point he wa
The first time I(20f) noticed Jake staring at my ass, I was stretching before a run in the living room. Yoga pants on, bent over at the waist, hair falling forward to expose the back of my neck. He sat on the couch pretending to watch TV, but his eyes stayed locked on the way the fabric hugged every curve, on how my body moved, on the way my ass pushed back toward him like an offering. I pretended not to notice. But I noticed. Jake is my stepbrother. Twenty-two. Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair and hands that look like they know things. Veiny forearms from working construction all summer. A jaw that could cut glass. And those deep brown eyes that go dark when he’s thinking about something he shouldn’t. Our parents got married two years ago. We’ve been living under the same roof ever since. For two years I’ve been catching him looking—at me in the kitchen when I reach for something on the top shelf and my shirt rides up, in the hallway when I step out of the bathroom in
So quick thing about me. I'm the office alt girl. Tattoos, dark lipstick, chunky jewelry, band shirts under my blazer when I can get away with it. Big tits that I've stopped pretending to hide because minimizer bras are a scam and life's too short. I know I stick out in a corporate office and I'm fine with it. Most of my coworkers don't know what to do with me. Now there's this guy. Different department. Quiet, glasses, always has his headphones in. The kind of guy who brings his own lunch in a container and eats at his desk reading something on his phone. We've talked maybe a dozen times in the year I've been working here. Morning greetings, small talk in the pantry, one time he helped me fix a formula in excel and his arm brushed mine and I caught him glance down at my chest for half a second before snapping back to the screen and turning red. I thought about that for three days. But I never made a move because he seemed like the type who'd apologize for bumping into a door. Espec
On a business trip, I was sitting in my room for the third evening, completely at a loss for what to do with myself. I was fed up with TV, and so was my correspondence with my wife. I opened a website and scrolled through the profiles. One photo showed a girl of about twenty-two, thin, smiling, and wrote, "gentle, uninhibited." I messaged her. We agreed on an hour, I sent her a deposit, and gave her my number. Forty minutes later, there was a knock. I opened the door—and it wasn't her. About thirty-two years old, plump, short hair, a leather jacket, and a shoulder bag. She was definitely different from the photo. — Are you Andrey? - Yes... And you? — It's me today. A photo for those who are afraid. If you want a sweet girl, I'm not her. My rules. If you don't like it, the door is behind you. I stood there in my shorts and a T-shirt; it was already stupid to try to win back. The money was gone. I nodded. - Then close the door and take everything off. Don't
I woke up from a wet dream … fucking her. In the dream Sienna was on the pink rug, ass up, my cock buried in her, and I was about to come when the dream jerked sideways. A hand on my shoulder, and then my sister’s voice. “Cole. You’re moaning. Mom’s not here, but the neighbor is.” I opened my eyes. She was standing over the bed in a robe and nothing else. The robe was short, some thin white thing she used between showers, belt loose, front open, and both tits were out. They were pale and shaped as teardrops, narrow at the top but full and bouncy at the bottom topped with nipples stiff as my cock. The hem barely covered her pussy. One shift and I would have seen all of it. I was rock hard under the sheet. The dream had me right on the edge, but because she’d woken me up, I hadn’t finished. She looked at the tent and didn’t pretend she hadn’t. “Good morning to you too,” I said. She dropped a stack of cash on my chest. It fanned. Twenties, fifties, a band around the middle. My eyes
I've been seeing this guy Julian for a while now. "Seeing". I don't even know if that's the right word. We're not dating exactly, but we are something. He's patient with me in a way that no one else has been, and I don't think he knows how much that means to me. I'm a virgin, and i'm pretty committed to waiting until marriage. Religion and all that. So when I say "patient" that is what I mean. He came over on last Saturday afternoon. My roommate was gone for the weekend and I told him that when I texted him and he said "Do you want company?" and I said yes. We sat on my couch and drank some tea and just talked about nothing for a while. His knee was touching mine and I was hyper aware of it the way I'm always hyper aware of any part of him that's touching any part of me. It seriously makes me excited lol. I think i'm just super sensitive. "Can I ask you something?" he said at one point. "Yeah." I said. He went on to tell me about how he had an idea for something we could do to
I've been seeing this guy Julian for a while now. "Seeing". I don't even know if that's the right word. We're not dating exactly, but we are something. He's patient with me in a way that no one else has been, and I don't think he knows how much that means to me. I'm a virgin, and i'm pretty committed to waiting until marriage. Religion and all that. So when I say "patient" that is what I mean. He came over on last Saturday afternoon. My roommate was gone for the weekend and I told him that when I texted him and he said "Do you want company?" and I said yes. We sat on my couch and drank some tea and just talked about nothing for a while. His knee was touching mine and I was hyper aware of it the way I'm always hyper aware of any part of him that's touching any part of me. It seriously makes me excited lol. I think i'm just super sensitive. "Can I ask you something?" he said at one point. "Yeah." I said. He went on to tell me about how he had an idea for something we could do to
A few months ago I started an FWB relationship with a girl I met on Hinge. We saw each other a few times every month and the sex was really good. But this story isn't about her, it's about her roommate. A girl named Olive (not her real name) shared the apartment with her so I had met her every now and then when I visited Eve, my FWB (also not her real name). From tome to time we had a chat, for instance in their kitchen in the morning. Eve and I kept our FWB thing pretty strict so we didn't spend more time than necessary with each other. We were attracted to each other but didn't want our thing to glide into a situationship or something like that. Meeting up, having sex, staying overnight nad leaving. No dinners together, no breakfast together. But her roomate Olive was a little bit more curious about me, I could sense that. Sje would greet me when I got to their apartment and offered me a coffee in the morning when we bumped into each other in the kitchen. Olive is very pretty. She
The anal clip had been up for four days, and I had watched the view count like a guilty man checks a door. Sienna texted me the screenshot at midnight. Comments under it were not subtle. *Same guy in her pussy next. Don’t cut. Ass to pussy. What a monster cock! What’s his porn name?* I locked the phone and still saw it when I shut my eyes. I had already been inside my sister’s ass. Wanting the rest of it did not make it less wrong. It made it worse, and worse still felt good. Mom was on the late shift again. I was on the couch pretending to scroll when Sienna came out of her room in the cropped tee and those useless shorts, phone in her hand, smug in a way that meant the money had cleared. “You’re welcome,” she said. “I didn’t thank you.” “You should. They love you. Well, they love your cock. They don’t know it’s my brother’s.” She dropped onto my lap like the couch was full. Ass on my thighs, back against my chest, already grinding before I could shove her off. I was half hard fro
My best friend Val needed me to come on this overnight lake house trip with our college friend group because her parents only let her go out when I'm there (I'm the alibi, the responsible one, the eternal third wheel lmaoo). The real reason she wanted to go was to spend the night with her boyfriend Cole. I said fine because I love her and also free vacation So there's about 12 of us at this lake house, drinking, playing cards, eating pizza, and around 10pm someone pulls out a hat and we start doing written dares where you write a dare and how many people have to do it and toss it in Early dares were chill, sexy dance, call your ex, standard stuff. Then someone pulled out a dare that said "skinny dip for 3 minutes" and the bottle landed on Cole and the girl whose lake house it was The girl was shy about it but Cole stripped down like it was nothing and when I say I got a FULL view of Val's boyfriend I mean FULL, he was standing there under the patio lights completely naked and I was
He rents apartments exclusively to female students. Everyone knows this, but no one talks about it out loud. His building is old, three stories, on a quiet street near the university. The apartments are small but clean. And the price is below market. Much lower. I've been renting from him since my second year. Now I'm in my fourth. The room is small, with a window overlooking the courtyard, a bed, a table, and a closet. Everything is modest, but it's mine. My parents think I'm lucky. I thought so too. For the first three months. He comes unannounced. He has his own keys. He says he needs to check the condition of the apartment. The pipes, the wiring. All that stuff. The first time, I just opened the door in my robe. He looked at me, then at the bed. He said the mattress needed to be changed. I nodded. He came over, touched the mattress, then touched me. I stood there like an idiot. He took his time. He took off my robe, then my panties. I didn't even have time to
I had been hiding it since sophomore year, which was a stupid amount of work for something that was just anatomy. Big didn’t cover it. Girlfriends tapped out. One of them laughed, then stopped laughing, then said she was not putting that in her ass and I should stop asking. I stopped asking. I did not stop wanting it. Anal was the thing I jerked off to and never got, because the second someone saw me hard, they renegotiated the whole night. The worst part was who I wanted it from. Sienna … Nineteen, a year under me, and … wait for it, my sister! Same house, same mom and same Wi-Fi. I knew it was wrong every time I thought it. I thought it anyway. College in name only for her. She took two classes and spent the rest of the week filming. Here comes the second surprise, she’s an OF girl, and a pretty damn good one. Mom knew about the OnlyFans. We were that kind of open, which meant Mom said “be safe, pay your taxes, don’t use the kitchen” and then went to work like her daughter wasn’t g
As this is not the sort of thing achieved without some significant preamble, there is quite a bit of context here. If you wish to skip to the heavy breathing section, feel free to skip to the dotted line below. —————————— I worked for a large multi-national company and during an expansion project I was offered a senior management role which involved moving to Shanghai, China. The role was really well paid, and well beyond my number of years experience. Being young and ambitious I jumped at the opportunity and within a few short weeks I had packed up my life in Australia and had moved to China. My new apartment in Shanghai was huge and had views of the city’s skyline - which, compared to the slow, relaxed lifestyle in Australia was very exciting for me. Australia is a country of 25 million people - and yet this single city had over 25 million people. The city constantly bustled with activities and glowed with activity at night. Being new to the city and having more money than I coul
Yesterday I was out with some friends celebrating my birthday and got blackout drunk. For some reason I left the bar and went to another place. At the new place I met a 50-60 ish year old woman who came home with me. We didn’t sleep together that night, apparently I just went into bed and collapsed instantly. She went to sleep next to me. I woke up the next day and saw her there. I was honestly kinda annoyed when I first saw her and just wanted her out. So I went to the bathroom, came back to bed and went on my phone to do the mandatory phone check after a night out. After about 20 minutes I got kinda horny and wanted to jerk off and get something to eat, so I was just waiting for her to wake up and leave. 5-10 minutes later she awoke and just starred at me with a devious look. Right away I knew what she wanted, and I thought about it for 5 seconds, then just thought "Fuck it, why not". I just nodded to her and smiled and she just instantly removed my underwear, grabbed my dick an
I want to tell another story about how the most ordinary people unexpectedly discover new dimensions of pleasure. My wife, Irina, and I are 34 and 29. I work in IT, and she's a speech therapist. We're a perfectly ordinary couple: I'm a little overweight but try to stay in shape, and Irina has short brown hair, small B-cup breasts, and a sporty butt. She's shy, but over the years, she's become more trusting of me in bed. Our friends were Pasha and Lena. Pasha was 38, a long-haul truck driver, a big man with a beer belly. Lena was his wife, 31, a brunette with C-cup breasts and wide hips. They were simpler than us, but it was precisely this simplicity that attracted us. Pasha was never shy about his words, and Lena would easily slap me on the butt or sit on Irina's lap and start whispering in her ear. We rented a friend's dacha—an old wooden house with a sauna, a swimming pool, and a huge terrace covered in wild grapes. We arrived on Friday evening and imme
I didn't tell him. That's the thing. Usually I do. Usually I bring it up early because I have learned the hard way that guys react better when they know upfront than when they find out later. I have had guys flip out on me. Like flip the fuck out. It's not fun. That is why I usually make sure people know as early as possible. But this guy. I honestly don't know why I didn't say anything I think I just got lost in the conversation. I was pretty into it I guess and I just forgot. I know that might sound crazy, but imagine if you had to remember to tell people "by the way i'm a girl" during a random conversation or something. We were at a bar and he was flirting with me hard and I was into it and the conversation moved fast and I just never found the opening. He was tall. Kind of muscular but not in a gym way. More like he actually uses his body for work. He had this confident smile and he kept touching my arm when he talked and I liked it a lot. He bought me a drink and then another
I still can’t believe this actually happened. Christmas night. Family finally left around 10:30. I was in the kitchen putting foil over the leftover ham when my phone buzzed. Nora: Sienna’s coming. Unlock the door. That was it. No emoji. No explanation. Same message style as Thanksgiving. I knew exactly what it meant and my hands started shaking while I dried them on a dish towel. Twenty minutes later they walked in. Nora still in that red dress she wore to dinner, Sienna in a short black one. Both a little pink in the face from the cold and already a bit tipsy from the wine at dinner. Nora locked the door behind them and went straight to the kitchen. She grabbed the open bottle of red and poured three glasses without asking. She handed me one. “Drink. You look nervous. Same as last time.” I took a sip. We stayed in the living room. Nora put on some random Christmas movie, turned the volume low, and sat on the couch. Sienna sat next to her. I sat on the other side of No