Hello everyone! My name is Anna, and I finally decided to tell you a story that happened to me a couple of months ago. I'm 29 now, 5'6", with dark, shoulder-length hair and a C-cup bust. My husband had been working remotely for two weeks at the time, and I felt like I really needed to take a breather and be alone. We generally get along, but sometimes I just want that – to rent an apartment for a day in another neighborhood, where no one bothers me or asks when I'll be back. Just to disconnect from everything and from myself. I chose an option on Avito – a minimalist one-room apartment in a new building, with large windows and a view of the city at night. The owner wrote that it was quiet and peaceful. How wrong she was. I arrived in the evening, around nine. The apartment was exactly as pictured: white walls, minimal furniture—just a wide bed, a low sofa, a kitchen island, and huge, curtainless windows. Outside, the neon light from the sign of the neighboring bar fl
It all started at a corporate party at this boarding house outside Moscow. The company had rented an entire building near the forest so the staff could relax completely after the quarter. I was an ordinary sales manager, sitting in the office with paperwork, and suddenly everyone was drunk by lunchtime. Our boss, Sergey, had brought his wife, Anna, along. She didn't often show up at such get-togethers, but this time she decided to join him. She looked so good that half the department immediately lost their minds: tall, with long legs in tight jeans, her blouse slightly unbuttoned, her hair loose. Sergey strutted around all evening, like he owned the place, and she smiled at everyone, but her eyes were bored. By evening, the boarding house bar was packed. Some were blaring karaoke, others were already lounging in the chairs. I was standing at the counter ordering another round when Anna came over and asked if I wanted to play pool. "Sergey always wins, and I get bored watchin
A warm summer evening enveloped our apartment balcony in a soft, velvety air. The city below shimmered with lights, and the starry sky stretched overhead, with only a gentle breeze occasionally carrying distant voices from the neighboring floors. You settled into a wicker chair, relaxed after a sultry day, wearing a thin silk robe slightly open at the hips and cozy, soft-lined slippers. I quietly walked out to you, without turning on the light, and knelt down on the cool tiles of the balcony. Your slippered feet were so close, so inviting. I carefully removed one slipper, inhaled the warm, slightly salty scent of your skin after a long day, and pressed my lips to the instep. Slowly, reverently, I kissed every inch—from toes to heel, enveloping them with my lips, sucking lightly, running my tongue along the curves. You smiled slightly, watching me, and placed your other foot on my shoulder, allowing me to remove the other slipper as well. I buried my face in both feet at once, inhali
Dima, a quiet IT specialist in the development department, usually spent office parties in a corner, sipping juice and checking code updates on his phone. That day, after three hours of frantic paintball at a nearby playground, the entire team returned to the office loft to celebrate the victory. The loft was enormous—an open space with brick walls, high ceilings, and neon signs that now shimmered softly in the dim light. The smell of fresh paintball paint mingled with sweat and adrenaline, and multicolored stains still glittered on the floor. Most of his colleagues had gone home by nine o'clock, leaving behind piles of disposable dishes, sweat-soaked T-shirts, and a pile of empty bottles. Dima, as always, couldn't refuse when Vika, the HR manager, asked him to help "clean up, otherwise the cleaning lady will come tomorrow morning and give her a hard time." Vika had been the epitome of propriety all day: a crisp white shirt, dark pants, hair pulled back into a ponyta
Just after college, I moved to a new city. For the first few months I didn't know many people, but I was single, and so naturally I was on Tinder. It was as much to meet people and branch out socially as it was to find a real partner. This is a story of one of those girls I met through Tinder. I remember Heather's profile mentioned she had also just graduated and moved to the city, so we had a back-and-forth about finding friends and cool things to do. It was summer, and the weather was gorgeous. We made plans to meet at a brewery/bar place with a big patio. As I write this I looked back on our texts -- she suggested meeting "on the early side, maybe 8:30". This is several years ago for me, so it's funny to remember that at that age, that really was an early time to go out, lol. On a Friday after work, I get home, make a quick mac-and-cheese dinner, and get ready to go out. The place is about a mile walk away. I stroll down this lakefront path there, soaking up the late sun and feeli
Lisa entered the small office at precisely eleven o'clock. The door clicked softly behind her, cutting off the noise of the night city. The air was thick with warm aromas—sandalwood, lavender, a hint of patchouli. Several aroma lamps flickered on shelves along the wall, casting soft orange reflections on the cream-colored walls. In the center stood a wide couch covered with a fresh white sheet, and next to it stood a small table with oils and towels. Quiet instrumental music flowed from hidden speakers, like the breath of the space itself. Olga Viktorovna greeted her with a slight smile. She was forty-one, her dark hair pulled back into a neat low bun, her eyes a warm green, and her voice smooth and confident, like someone who knows exactly where every touch leads. "Lisa, right? Come in, strip down to your underwear, and lie down on your stomach. Today we're having a deep relaxation session. No rush, just you and your body." Liza nodded, feeling the familiar knot of
That evening, I sat in my apartment, sipping whiskey and replaying my latest recordings in my head. The erotic voice stories I'd posted had always been a magnet—women would write that they'd get wet just from my tone. But today, I wanted something real, something alive. Not just words in a chat, but complete control over a body that trembled from my voice in real time. And then a message came. A girl named Alina, 32, a manager at a large company. She had just finished listening to my latest audio story in a hotel room somewhere in St. Petersburg. A three-week business trip, she said. The room was on the 18th floor, with huge windows overlooking the Neva and the lights of the bridges. “I was listening to you and… I can’t cum. I’ve never been able to really. My body is burning, but I can’t release. Help?” I smiled at the screen. Her photo—a stern blonde in a white blouse, but her eyes were hungry. I knew right away: she was already mine. "Turn on voicemail," I wrote fi
Mikhail quietly opened the door to his new apartment and paused on the threshold. The newly occupied building still smelled of fresh paint and cardboard from boxes. He'd returned from "work" two hours earlier than he'd promised—he wanted to surprise Marina. Six days without her, six days of business travel, and now he was practically burning with desire. He heard voices in the depths of the apartment and a heavy thud—apparently, the very same enormous bed they'd ordered the day before had finally arrived. Perfect. He crept down the hallway, quickly shed his suit in the entryway, threw on an old dressing gown hanging on a hook, and slipped silently into the next room—the one with the tall, half-assembled wardrobe. He climbed behind it, pressed himself against the wall, and held his breath. A crack between the panels offered a perfect view of the bedroom. Marina emerged from the bathroom wearing her short black silk robe—the very one he'd given her for their an
I’m glad you guys liked my last story about my bestie. I got so many messages asking for more, so here I am. This one happened back in September. For a little backstory, I (19F) have a friend named James (19M) whom I met on campus a few months earlier. He is quite smart and we vibe, so he has been helping me me often with class work. One afternoon, we were just hanging out at my place like usual. To paint a picture for you, James is 5'11 and maybe 170 pounds if I had to guess. He has that broad swimmer's back and a bit of muscle, but he also has scruffy hair and wears glasses like Harry Potter which makes him look a bit like that nerdy cute type. Over those few months me and James have got to know each other quite well. We would hang at mine, study, play Mario Kart and smoke. This day was no different. After studying for a few hours we were quite tired so we decided to chill out, we rolled a blunt and went on the terrace to smoke it real quick, it was quite a chill day and something
Mikhail quietly opened the door to his new apartment and paused on the threshold. The newly occupied building still smelled of fresh paint and cardboard from boxes. He'd returned from "work" two hours earlier than he'd promised—he wanted to surprise Marina. Six days without her, six days of business travel, and now he was practically burning with desire. He heard voices in the depths of the apartment and a heavy thud—apparently, the very same enormous bed they'd ordered the day before had finally arrived. Perfect. He crept down the hallway, quickly shed his suit in the entryway, threw on an old dressing gown hanging on a hook, and slipped silently into the next room—the one with the tall, half-assembled wardrobe. He climbed behind it, pressed himself against the wall, and held his breath. A crack between the panels offered a perfect view of the bedroom. Marina emerged from the bathroom wearing her short black silk robe—the very one he'd given her for their an
It all started sophomore year when I was (19F), almost a decade ago. Like I mentioned in my last story, I had been a slut since high school so it's not like I was coming into college without any real experience. I was sending nudes to guys left and right, and had my share of hookups too. Looking back I had only been with like \~8 guys before starting lol (more if you count hand and mouth stuff), but it felt like a lot at the time. I think part of the reason is because college is when I started taking more pride in my sexuality; suddenly instead of being the topic of rumors, I was the girl my friends would come to when they needed any advice about guys. I was the one my friends came to for condoms, the first person they showed their app matches to, I even helped some girls prepare to lose their virginity. Even though I had this role, Freshman year I didn't get around much because I got into a relationship with the first guy I hooked up with (classic mistake, I know). We ended things
This was 2018. I was twenty, and psychologically unsound, on medical leave from NYU, where I’d been studying—you guessed it—psychology. I’ll avoid getting too deep into the weeds of doom and gloom, but in essence, my roommate and my Cog Sci professor had teamed up to get me 5150ed, after noticing in me a nasty cocktail of recklessness and sleeplessness. I am told I presented as methed-out. Paranoia, rambling, bizarre sexual escapades that I now do not recall. I blame most of it on the stimulants I’d been abusing for midterms. Some of it on the yet-undiagnosed bipolar. In any case, they weren’t wrong to send me up the hill. I’d been on the ward at New York Presbyterian for three days when Elsie was admitted. By then I’d pretty much evened out. I’d slept for around forty hours straight when I arrived, thanks mostly to the Ambien, and that alongside an antipsychotic regimen was enough to slow my roll. The psychiatrist wanted to hold me for a few more days to make sure I was without adver
A warm summer evening enveloped our apartment balcony in a soft, velvety air. The city below shimmered with lights, and the starry sky stretched overhead, with only a gentle breeze occasionally carrying distant voices from the neighboring floors. You settled into a wicker chair, relaxed after a sultry day, wearing a thin silk robe slightly open at the hips and cozy, soft-lined slippers. I quietly walked out to you, without turning on the light, and knelt down on the cool tiles of the balcony. Your slippered feet were so close, so inviting. I carefully removed one slipper, inhaled the warm, slightly salty scent of your skin after a long day, and pressed my lips to the instep. Slowly, reverently, I kissed every inch—from toes to heel, enveloping them with my lips, sucking lightly, running my tongue along the curves. You smiled slightly, watching me, and placed your other foot on my shoulder, allowing me to remove the other slipper as well. I buried my face in both feet at once, inhali
This was back in college, as most of my stories are, and it happened one weekend my buddies and I were housesitting for our friend’s parents while the family was on a trip. They had easily one of the biggest houses I’ve ever been to in my life. They had a hot tub, swimming pool, a zipline and all kinds of other amazing amenities. We never really asked if it was ok to have company over, but we decided to call a few girls anyway. Around this time I was crushing hard on a girl I knew named Jennifer. We’d been on a couple dates and kissed, nothing too hot and heavy, just some mutual fondling at most. We definitely had a spark. As my friends were reaching out to people, I texted Jennifer. We were always joking with each other and I loved her laugh. I asked her why we hadn’t hooked up yet and that she was the love of my life. I could just hear her laughing when she read that. I was honestly a bit surprised that she was both free that night and willing to drive out to see me. Jennifer had th
Hello everyone! My name is Anna, and I finally decided to tell you a story that happened to me a couple of months ago. I'm 29 now, 5'6", with dark, shoulder-length hair and a C-cup bust. My husband had been working remotely for two weeks at the time, and I felt like I really needed to take a breather and be alone. We generally get along, but sometimes I just want that – to rent an apartment for a day in another neighborhood, where no one bothers me or asks when I'll be back. Just to disconnect from everything and from myself. I chose an option on Avito – a minimalist one-room apartment in a new building, with large windows and a view of the city at night. The owner wrote that it was quiet and peaceful. How wrong she was. I arrived in the evening, around nine. The apartment was exactly as pictured: white walls, minimal furniture—just a wide bed, a low sofa, a kitchen island, and huge, curtainless windows. Outside, the neon light from the sign of the neighboring bar fl
This is a story from when I was a senior in college. One night in March that year, a month or so before graduating, I was swiping through Tinder, as one did. My last relationship had ended a few months prior -- we weren't moving to the same city after graduating, and we weren't serious enough to do long distance. So it goes. So there I was in my apartment on a weekday night, and I matched with this one girl, Tracy. Tracy was a slim, athletic-looking, petite Asian girl, and I shot off a message -- probably something bland, asking about her week or something. This wasn't an unusual thing, to get a match, what was unusual was that she responded, almost immediately. We had maybe a couple messages of small talk in a couple minutes, before she asked me to come over. Now this was getting very unusual, almost too-good-to-be-true. I did a little more banter to try to suss out if it was fake or a scam, but in the end I didn't take much convincing. She had sent me her address and it was a short
A few years back I met this gorgeous Eastern European girl on Tinder. She was about 15 years younger than me and single. I was in an ENM relationship, which I was upfront about from the start. We met for a coffee and went for a walk, which ultimately led to my flat and making out on the bed. She was rubbing against me but then kept stopping because she didn't want to cum, because she "didn't have sex on the first date." we were in this loop of kissing and stopping for a while before I told her she should probably go then, because we were just driving each other mad. She agreed and left. When I woke up the next morning I already had a text. "Can I come over?" she lived around the corner and yeah basically half an hour later I was fucking her. Within minutes she asked "can you fuck my ass now?" Basically, the girl was made out of that stuff fleshlights are made of, and we as we started seeing each other regularly I made good use of that. She essentially wanted to be my slave. I fisted
Katya and I were that "perfect" couple, the kind everyone sighed about: "How lucky you are." I was a thirty-four-year-old owner of a small construction company; Katya was twenty-nine, a former gold medalist with honors, and now a happy housewife who managed to run the house so well that even my mother couldn't find fault. Katya always did everything right. She cooked right, dressed right, had sex right. We both came almost on schedule, after which she would gently dry herself off, kiss my cheek, and whisper, "Goodnight, honey, you have to get up early tomorrow." I adored her. And at the same time, I was suffocating. Because behind this correctness lurked a woman who, back in college, secretly read Fifty Shades under her desk and blushed to the ears whenever I accidentally caught her doing so. She'd quickly close the tab and say, "That's stupid, I was just curious." And then we'd make love missionary style because "it's safer an
Last night my girlfriend had me and our friend Kim over for dinner. We had some drinks and watched movies. It was a nice relaxing night. We both decided to stay over. Kim stayed in the guest bedroom and I stayed in my girlfriend's room. We fucked a few times and both fell asleep naked. At some point the next morning, I was woken up to getting my dick sucked by Kim. I was so surprised. I started moaning because it felt incredible. gf was next to me rubbing my chest. I couldn't even say anything because I was so shocked by this. I tried to hold out for a while, but Kim was sucking me so fast so I knew that wasn't gonna happen. I came in her mouth. Kim swallowed my load. Then Kim and gf tied me to the bed. I was hoping for another blowjob or even a threesome, but that didn't happen. They just left the bedroom and went into the kitchen to have breakfast. After a few minutes, I got hard again. And being tied up turned me on even more. I was going crazy. They were probably gone for about
You stayed late in the university library. Your thesis was nearly finished, but the final pages refused to form a perfect picture. Everyone had long since left: students and professors alike. Only the dim light of the old desk lamp on your desk illuminated the stacks of books and the tall wooden shelves reaching to the ceiling. The air was heavy—the scent of old paper, leather bindings, and the faintest hint of dust dancing in the beam of light. It was so quiet you could hear the scratching of your own pen on the page. Your body ached from sitting for so long. You leaned back in your chair, stretching, and your thin blouse clung uncomfortably to your skin. It was stuffy. You wanted to strip off everything unnecessary, remain in just a light skirt, and let the cool library air touch your body. Overcoming your fatigue, you stood up and walked between the rows of shelves—to where the light barely reached. There, in the semi-darkness, you leaned your back against the cool wood of the sh