I was out at a bar with some friends. We had originally gone to a piano bar, which I highly recommend if you've never been to one. We were drinking, singing, having a fucking great time. Eventually we all got a bit tired and decided to go back to a friend's house who lived close by to relax and talk. Now, the whole night there was this girl who was with us. Let's call her Anna. Anna was a friend of a friend, so I didn't know much about her. All I knew was what I could observe from her that night. She seemed distant and constantly in her phone the whole night. As we sat at my friend's house and talked, I came to find out why. After some time talking, we got on the topic of relationships. To try to make a long story a bit shorter, Anna eventually opened up that she and her ex had recently broken up and she was a mess because of it. She admitted that she was convinced to come out with us tonight by one of my friends to try to get her mind off this ex (let's call him Jake). As Anna was
There are fantasies that live in your head for years. You replay them before bed, adding details, removing unnecessary parts, but you never think they'll actually happen. And then Friday happens, a bottle of red wine, and my husband, looking me straight in the eye, says, "Let's do it. Right now." It was his idea. Or rather, it was my secret, which he dragged out of me six months ago when we'd had too much to drink and gotten too personal. I blurted out, blushing like a freshman, that I was turned on by contrast. That I, a blonde with pale skin, had always been turned on by the thought of what it was like to be the center of such attention... from black guys. My husband chuckled strangely, but dropped the subject. And then yesterday I brought it up again. "Just make sure I don't take pictures," he said, adjusting the camera on his phone. "And I'm in charge of the parade." I thought he was joking. Until the doorbell rang. There were three of
Lyokha and I have been friends our whole lives. We shared desks, girls, then the army, and then problems. He married Svetka before me. She's a real beauty. I even had a crush on her at one point, but Lyokha got his bearings quicker. I'm not offended; my life has worked out just fine: Lyokha, two kids close in age, a mortgage. Lyokha is a classic proprietor. While he himself occasionally had affairs, he kept a tight rein on Svetka. She works as a nurse at a clinic, with a schedule of 24 hours on and 34 hours off. Lyokha has been traveling frequently for work in the past year—he's been working on construction projects in the region. So we're sitting in his garage one day, drinking beer, ogling his new car. Lyokha hesitated, then blurted out: "Listen... You're on good terms with Svetka. You could stop by and help out with some small things. What I'm getting at is... I've got an idea. Check it out." I almost dropped the bottle. - What? "Well, try
I'd like to share a story that happened to me six months ago. My wife, Katya, and I have been married for six years. She's a beauty: slender, with long blonde hair and a sweet smile that makes everyone melt. But her younger sister, Vika, is a whole other level. Vika is twenty-seven, three years younger than Katya, and looks like an Instagram model: long dark hair, big brown eyes, C-cup breasts that always seem to burst from their cleavage, and a firm butt. She and Katya have similar faces, but Vika is brighter and bolder. I always tried not to stare at her too long when she came to visit, but sometimes my fantasies would creep in—especially after a few drinks. Vika lived in another city and rarely visited, but this time she flew in for a whole week—she was on vacation, and Katya had just left for a five-day business trip on the other side of the country. My wife and I saw her off at the airport. Katya kissed me and jokingly said, "Keep an eye on your sister, just don'
Broke as usual so I started babysitting a couple nights a week in my apt complex to make some extra cash. One of them is this single dad with his super cute 8 year old daughter. I always been drawn to older guys anyway, so I figured why not also offer the dad some extra "benefits" that a young single woman could offer. hehe. He deserves some action after dealing with his single dad life and raising such a sweet kiddo. lol. And I def wouldn't mind him fucking me. He's sooo hot with that salt and pepper look. First time I babysat he came home late, I was on the couch, he sat right next to me instead of going straight to bed. We ended up kinda snuggling without really meaning to, my head on his shoulder, his arm around me casual like. I felt him get rock hard against my thigh. We talked a little, nothing crazy, but the tension was there. Since then I've been going full slut. Showing up in the tiniest yoga shorts and crop top no bra, showering at his place and always hinting to him he's
My wife has LL and mine is through the roof lately. Her initiation has essentially gone to zero, but we’re still having sex maybe 2-3 times per month and I can get a blowjob anytime I ask. I kinda hate to ask, it feels selfish, but she’s incredible at sucking dick so it does cross my mind regularly. Anyway, we have this chair in the office that she’s given me a few blowjobs in the last 6 months. I’ll tell her in the morning that I’d love a blowjob during our lunch break and she’ll come into the office and fix me up. The chair is sorta Pavlov for us lately. We literally call it the Blowjob Chair. Last weekend we were thrifting and saw a very similar chair. She joked walking through about giving me a blowjob in it. So we bought it for our bedroom! This morning before our shower, I tested the theory that if I was sitting in the chair she would get the hint without asking. And that’s exactly what happened. She was on her knees with me in her throat within seconds. Came on her face
My name is Pasha, I'm thirty, and I work as a plumber in a private office. I'm 187 cm tall. I have strong arms and a broad back. And I've got a pretty big dick, too (22 cm)—women are always stunned when they see that thing for the first time. Thick, long, with a red head, like a fist. Basically, a monster. A woman named Tatyana called, her address was in a new building. She said the pipe under the bathroom sink was leaking, and the neighbors downstairs were already knocking. I grabbed my tools and headed over. The door opened—a blonde woman, about thirty-five, with a striking figure. She was wearing a short, silky blue housecoat, tied at the waist. Her legs were long and smooth, clearly someone who took care of herself. Her breasts were prominent beneath the robe; she must be a C-cup, at least. “Come in,” she says in such a sweet voice, “I’m already exhausted, the water is dripping.” Her name is Tanya. I went into the bathroom. The room was small, bright, clean everywher
I met her in the park completely by chance. It was July, hot, and I was sitting on a bench in the shade, drinking kvass and staring blankly around. She walked past, and I didn't even remember her face at first—I rarely remember faces when I see something that blows my mind. She was wearing white high-heeled sandals. The straps were thin, wrapped around her ankle, the soles were red, and her toes—neat, with a scarlet pedicure—were just visible from beneath the straps. And her gait. That gait when a woman knows she's being watched. Her feet were planted firmly, her heels touching the pavement first, then rolling smoothly, her calves tensing, her tendons taut. I watched her go. Then I saw her sit down on the bench next to me, take out her phone, and scroll through something. She crossed her legs, one on top of the other, her shoe dangling from her toes. I watched and felt my mouth go dry. I should have been drinking valerian root, not kvass. My name is Vika, twenty-six, a haird
This was the wildest night I’ve ever had… She is a beautiful smal lady, with a big butt, big tits, a bit chubby. But a beautiful blond hair and a gourgeous smile. Let’s call her Candice. I’ve been coaching her son for a year now, and the conversations were always very pleasant. Not really flirty, but closeby every time. After a year I’ve asked her if she would join our field trip as a supervisor. Luckily she said yes. The field trip was a great success, the guys were having a lot of fun. Candice and I were drinking a lot. And having a good time, talking a lot. The night went on, the boys went to bed and my coaching partner was going to bed as well. Candice and were doing the same. Just when I was about to go to bed a got a text: “one more drink?” I knew I shouldn’t, but I did “be right there”. I walked over to her room, she openend the door to let me. My mind was racing at this point, “what is going on” “is this real” “what if..” We drank another glass of wine, and sh
I knew this wouldn't end well. As soon as Lenka called and said her best friend had arrived and they were hanging out in the city until the morning, leaving her mother and I alone at the dacha, I immediately sensed something was wrong. But Victoria Mikhailovna, my mother-in-law, just chuckled into the phone: "Well, that's good, Sasha, I was so eager to go to the bathhouse after my long journey. Would you like to join me? I'm bored alone." I would have refused. Claim a headache, or the football game on TV. But she was already standing on the veranda threshold in her light robe, which was translucent even in the sunset. She had a figure, I must admit. For a forty-five-year-old woman, she was a real bombshell. Lenka, my wife, took after her father—slender, petite. But Victoria Mikhailovna was a force of nature. Tall, busty, with wide hips. Just like a Russian beauty from the epics, only modern and well-groomed. "What are you standing there for?" she said, wa
Joining the local run club was supposed to be about my "fitness journey," but standing at the trailhead that first Tuesday, I felt like I’d accidentally walked onto a film set. Everyone was lean, tanned, and radiating a level of confidence that made my brand-new sneakers feel like a neon sign flashing *ROOKIE*. The club had a tradition: a 5k loop followed by "hydration" at a dive bar down the street. That’s where I first saw Chloe. She was the definition of the life of the party; dressed in a sleek black sports bra and matching high-waisted tights that looked like a second skin. She was bouncing between tables with a bright, infectious energy. When she finally made it to the newcomers' table, she was incredibly disarming. We swapped handles, and I felt a genuine jolt of dopamine when the notification popped up an hour later: *chlo\_runs followed you back.* A few weeks later, the intimidation had faded, but my fixation on Chloe hadn't. During the run, I found my eyes glued to the rhy
Fuck, that was so wild. Even now, when I think about it, I get goosebumps and something deep down inside me clenches. My name is Lisa, I'm a second-year student, and just so you understand, I've always been a good girl. Until I met him. Andrey Viktorovich, our track and field coach. A huge man of about forty, with arms the size of my thighs and a mug that never smiled. He was a real dictator in the gym. If you were late, he'd run extra laps; if you missed a time, he'd work you off twice as hard. In short, he was a butcher, not a coach. Honestly, I was terrified of him. But I also respected him, because thanks to his methods, I really got into shape. And that's where I got myself into trouble. I was hanging out with my girlfriends, then my exams came, and I just ditched three practices in a row. I thought, well, I'll go, apologize, make some excuse. Who cares. He caught me in the hallway after class. "Zaitseva," he barked, making me jump. "I'll
Some years back,I was single and living alone in a 2 bedroom apartment and doing pretty well in my life. On a random day, one of my closest friends texted me saying that a girl she knows was doing a tour of my country and had plans to visit my city for some days. She wanted a place to stay and my friend with whom she had stayed before asked me if I was okay with hosting her. I didn’t think much of it, had a spare bedroom anyway and agreed to it, my friend added that she is from Bangladesh and was travelling alone. I never had met any one from that country and frankly was excited to meet her and told my friend to share my number with her. Little did I know how much impact she will have on my life at the time, nonetheless fast forward a couple of days, I receive a message from her and we start chatting. She told me which dates she planned to visit and if I could take her around a bit and all and I agreed to it. The chats were harmless and formal at the start but we started talking ab
So I have a friend who I've always been able to talk freely about sex with. We shared stories, kinks, etc. However, we had never hooked up, until she found out about my size. I can't remember how exactly the topic came up, but we were talking about dick sizes and how she takes pride in the fact that she's always been able to deepthroat every cock she's come across. Dhe asked me if I like being deepthroated, I admitted that I had never had the pleasure. I have had a few people try, but most tap out at about halfway down. She seem shocked and then asked how big I was, and so I told her. She immediately blurted out "no fucking way" and I laughed hard. I then asked her if she needed proof and she obviously agreed. "Come on, let's see this thing. I know you're bullshitting." So I pulled up a photo on my phone and calmly showed her. That's when her mouth fell open and she snatched my phone from my hands. She proceeded to stare at the photos for a good 20 seconds before just saying "damn.
Freshman year of college I still thought of myself as a “good girl.” I’d only been with two guys and I wasn’t too sexually adventurous. But after my boyfriend and I broke up something in me changed. I definitely felt like I had a bit of a sexual awakening that year and I slowly was wanting to try everything I’d been too shy to even consider before. The night it really started still stands out in my memory. My best friend had a guy she hooked up with pretty regularly on weekends. One night she invited me over and said his friend would be there too. I barely knew either of them and almost said no, but she kept pushing until I gave in. At first it was just the four of us sitting around making small talk and it was painfully awkward. Someone suggested we play some drinking games to loosen things up, and after a few rounds things got much more chill. Eventually the guys started making comments about how my friend and I needed to make out to really relax. At first we laughed it off, but
It happened in July, at the dacha. It was hot, and there was no escape from the mosquitoes. My wife, Lena, and her mother, Nina Sergeyevna, were in a state of drunken euphoria from the moment they arrived. They'd opened a bottle of homemade cherry wine earlier in the day, and by evening, when I'd finished sawing wood and mending the old wattle fence, they were both already well-fed. I sat on the veranda, drank cold kvass, and simply stared at them. Nina Sergeyevna is a whole other story. She's fifty-two, but in great shape. Not skinny, no, just... shapely. Heavy breasts, wide butt, and in a tight sundress without a bra, her nipples just poke through the fabric. Lena takes after her, only my wife is slimmer, more athletic. But damn... there was something wild, animalistic about her. She never hesitated to change in front of me, she could walk around in just a bathing suit, and I'd catch myself staring at the dark hairs peeking out from under her panties, at the way he
It all started with a silly postcard tucked under the windshield wiper of my Toyota. A plain white envelope, no identifying marks, just my name in block letters: "Svetlana." I chuckled at the time, thinking it was an ad for a new fitness studio or, at worst, an invitation to a cheese tasting. But inside was a thick, glossy card. No pictures, just text. The address is a suburban village, the time is Saturday, 9:00 PM, and a strange note: "Swinger code: no names, no strings attached, no prejudices. A secret society awaits those tired of boredom. Come alone. Admission by invitation." I was sitting in my car parked at the mall, feeling the moisture growing between my legs. I'm thirty-four, married for ten years. My husband, Dima, and I fucked once a month, on schedule, quickly, missionary style, with the lights off. Dima is a good man, a provider, but in bed he was simply... present. I caught myself forgetting what it was like to be fucked for real. Roughly, greedily
When: College. Who: K and A. What: My first threesome and one of the best nights of my young life. Roll to the \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* for the fucking. I went to a relatively small college in a big town. We had a designated "college bar" that was only about two blocks from campus. It was a total shit hole, but no one cared. If you had a shitty fake, they would let you in, no questions asked. I had spent many a night in this place by my second year with my falling apart fake ID that I didn't even have to show anymore because we were there so often. One night in late Spring, I was out with some guy friends on a Friday night. I had met K the previous semester. She was a freshman, and we hit it off, but she seemed to hit it off with everyone. She was a very "girl next door type" type that could make anything look sexy - she had a pretty face and a great smile, which is all it took. K was tall - about 5'10" - and thin like I liked. Enough of a chest to have fun with but not big by an
I just turned 25. My boyfriend had to work during my birthday weekend. We have been in a long distance relationship and been doing ENM. He mentioned I should try to hook up with someone since I couldn't have fun with him. I didn't really want to go out and try to find someone. I texted my coworker who I had fun with on a work trip a few months ago and asked if he was busy. He said I could hang out with him and his wife. I've never met his wife before and we decided to get together at a fancy bar for some drinks and appetizers. My coworker is in his late thirties, tall like over 6 foot, beard, short dark hair. His wife was a little taller than me but still petite, she had cute tattoos all over her arms, short dark hair in a bob. She had a bigger butt for her figure. I'm 5'1, long dark hair, 28b boobs and have been told I have a decent sized butt. After drinks and food we went to their house. It was old, big, full of antiques, old movie and ad posters. His wife gave me a quick tour and
I'm 23 and broke as hell right now. Haven't been to Disney since I was 18 and I was dying to go back. Tickets, hotel and Disney passes are super expensive so I had this stupid idea! I swiped on a few older guys on Hinge that looked rich. After chatting with this 44 year old guy I got flirty and told him if he takes me to Disneyworld for the weekend, he can have some adult fun with me at the hotel. He said deal right away. All day at Magic Kingdom he was super handsy with me in the waiting lines. He kept grabbing my ass and pulling me against him. I felt his huge hard cock pressed against me and knew he was building up lots of cum for tonight. We even made out like teens in one of the restaurants and I tried giving him a quick rub under the table. When we got back to the room I wanted to thank him extra for those expensive Express Passes so I let him skip the condoms. I stripped down to nothing but my sparkly Mickey ears he got me and climbed on top of him. Both my tits and Mickey ear