I met Kimmi at a Halloween party I hadn’t even planned to attend, but it was in a rented room in the basement of a bar just a five-minute walk from my apartment, and I couldn’t say no. She was tiny—maybe five-one—with long brown hair that fell in loose waves down her back, brown eyes that shimmered under long, fake lashes, and a body that practically floated through the room. Petite, with boobs that looked large on her small frame, legs wrapped in torn fishnets, and a neon-pink tutu that did an embarrassingly bad job of covering her ass cheeks. Pink glitter clung to her cheeks, nose, neck, shoulders, and even the tips of her ears, like she’d been dipped in pink Himalayan salt. She called it a fairy costume. It looked more like temptation dressed up in wings. We didn’t know each other, but it wasn’t a large party, so we must’ve had some mutual acquaintances. Kimmi sidled up to me and complimented my costume—a handcrafted creation I’d devised myself, equal parts eye-catching and unique,
My heart was pounding wildly, a dull thud echoing in my temples. I looked in the rearview mirror at my reflection: out of breath, with an unnatural flush on my cheeks and overly shiny eyes. I was now biting my lips, which I had so carefully lined with ripe cherry-colored lipstick, until they hurt, trying to push back the obsessive thought: “You're a traitor. You're a bitch. You're doing this.” Rain splattered the windshield, turning the city lights into blurs. The car smelled of my perfume—Black Opium, his favorite. My phone, lying on the passenger seat, vibrated again. I glanced at the screen: "Husband." A breath caught in my chest. Just a couple of hours ago, I'd been kissing this man, my husband, cooking him dinner, listening to him talk about a boring day at the office. And now I was racing to the outskirts of town, to the cheap Eden Motel, which smelled of despair and lust, not paradise. "Meeting with Lenka, I'm running late, don't wait up, k
We practically teleported to the bedroom we got in there so fast. Sarah was out of her dress already and making out with Jane, pressing her against one of the walls. Jane was trying to still be playful but Sarah was wild, practically tearing Jane’s clothes off. I undressed casually while watching them. It wasn’t long before both girls were down to just their panties. Sarah stepped back and led Jane to the bed, stopping at the edge right next to where I sat. “Bend over,” she ordered. I knew about Sarah’s dominant nature when we played with others, but Jane was about to learn about it first hand it seemed. Jane obeyed. Sarah tucked a finger under both sides of her panties and yanked them down, eliciting a loud gasp from Jane. She stepped out of them, steadying herself with both hands down on the bed. Sarah stood back, and placed a hand on Jane’s ass. “This,” she started, waiting until Jane looked back at her, “is for teasing me for so damn long.” Jane smiled and nodded. S
My head felt quite heavy, and my thoughts were all jumbled up from the alcohol. Several months had passed since Ira and I broke up, but no matter how hard I tried not to think about her, it just wasn't working, so I drowned my obsessions and nagging thoughts in cognac. I lay down on my couch when I suddenly heard a knock at the door. I reluctantly stood up, walking from the living room into the small hallway where the front door was. I looked through the peephole and couldn't believe what I saw. I opened the door, and there stood Ira, still as beautiful and sexy as ever. She was wearing short black shorts and a crop top that barely covered her pink, erect nipples. Ira is a petite 23-year-old brunette, 155 cm tall, with a pretty face, small but graceful breasts, a thin waist, and a rounded bottom. "Hi, Pash!" Ira said shyly, looking me in the eyes. "Will you let me in?" “Hi... yes, of course, come in,” I barely managed to get the words out, trying to collect m
I swear my sister has a sixth sense for when things are going well for me. So spoiled and self-centered, she always made a point to turn the attention to herself. It’s bad enough that she’s objectively beautiful with a slim body and big tits. And I don’t know why I was even surprised when she walked into the house. Day = ruined. She claimed to be in town to see friends. And seeing me with a man for the first time brought her to her old ways. It was bad enough to always hear “your sister is so hot,” but she was now actively trying to take a man away from me. I went from feeling like a goddess to the dejected girl. It culminated when she came downstairs completely nude after her shower because she “forgot” to bring her clothes upstairs with her. As she made a point to show off her body to him, I moved to the kitchen to start prepping dinner. He joined me after she walked away to start peeling potatoes. “What a self-centered bitch.” He muttered. … I hated needing reassurance, but it
Ira and I had a complicated relationship; we were on and off, though we kept in touch for several years. One time, when we broke up again, I decided that was it and I needed to start over. I messaged my friend and we went to a nightclub, ideally to pick up some chicks, but as it turned out, just to have a drink and have a good time. We started with one, then another, until it was late at night and we were standing at the entrance to yet another, quite drunk. My friend decided he couldn't continue our "crusade" any longer and called a taxi. I was about to leave, but something seemed to draw me inside. I walked into the club, the stairs leading straight down. Upon entering, music and the murmur of people became immediately audible. Couples stood along the steps in the semi-darkness, enjoying each other with rapture. I went downstairs and found myself in a large room. The music was loud, and the flickering, dim red lighting created an intimate atmosphere. I went to the bar,
“So, are we still going out tonight?” Sarah asked. We all laughed, and the shaking of it sent Jane and I into twitching messes as we were both super sensitive and I was still inside of her. I carefully withdrew and collapsed onto the bed next to her. “I may need some rest after that, but I think so,” Jane replied. “Same,” I said between breaths. “How much of that did you catch?” “I heard *play with them* as I got in the house, and got in here just in time for *Fill my pregnant pussy*” my wife said, beaming. Jane tried to hide in embarrassment. Sarah came over to us and kissed Jane on the head. “I’m glad you two had fun, really.” “Thank you,” Jane said to her. “I can’t tell you how much I have needed that.” Sarah got up and headed towards the bathroom. “I’m going to shower while you two recover. You’re both welcome to join me.” I laughed. “Well a shower is how this whole thing started…” “I’d say it was the massage yesterday,” Jane said. The three is us all to
The next day I woke up hungover on the couch. I heard noise in the kitchen so I got up and shook off the night before. I walked in the kitchen and stopped in my tracks. Bri was cooking eggs on the stove. She had her back to me and was still wearing her pajamas from the night before: short, plaid boxer shorts that her ass cheeks almost peeked out of, a cropped t-shirt, and crew socks. I caught myself staring up and down her ass and legs and thinking about the night before with a pang of guilt. She looked over her shoulder and caught me staring and smiled at me. She crossed the room and put her hand under my chin and gently kissed me. As she pulled away she whispered, “behave…you’re gonna get us caught.” Then she quickly turned away and returned to cooking. “You want some eggs? It’s gonna be a long day.” She was referring to a beer olympics that their friends were hosting. The whole reason my sister had invited me out for the weekend. I accepted the offer and poured myself a cup of cof
I removed the extendable part of the shower head and washed off all of the remaining soap on both of us before opening the shower door. I turned to Jane before exiting, “Take your time. I’ll be drying off in my room.” She nodded with a smile. I stepped out and wrapped myself in my towels. I sped through my post-shower routine, watching Jane’s silhouette through the foggy shower door as she finished her shower. As I left the bathroom heading into the master bedroom, the water had just turned off. I laid my towels down on my spot on the bed, one on my pillow to keep it dry and the other sideways so that I could cover my bottom half when I laid down. My cock was keeping part of the towel tented off me almost the whole time Jane was finishing up. I was replaying in my head everything I had just done in the shower. *Did I do too much? Should I have just kept going?* It felt like a very long 5 minutes before Jane walked into the bedroom. She was wrapped in a lavender towel, h
Life, like a river, flows along its course. At first, a turbulent, swift current sweeping away everything in its path, then a broad, full-flowing current, calm and predictable. But sometimes, beneath this apparent calm, deep and dangerous whirlpools arise. I'm thirty-seven. My name is Elena. My husband, Grisha, is forty-three, and I have been together for fifteen years. During this time, we've experienced everything: poverty, the first modest joys, arguments, reconciliations, and the joy of owning our first apartment. But our greatest asset, our shared project, into which we've poured our hearts, are our two children. But this story isn't about them. It's about Grisha and me. About that quiet, almost invisible crack that was slowly but surely spreading across the façade of our well-being. It all started around the time I turned thirty-five. I began to notice a strange, almost animalistic restlessness within me. It was as if a beast had awakened within, dormant al
One night, me and my girlfriend and our two female friends Kim and Stephanie went out for dinner and drinks. Afterwards we went back to gf's place to have some more drinks and watch tv. As the night went on we were all getting a little drunk. At one point, gf walked over to me and took my shirt off. The friends started clapping and I think they wanted more. gf told me to stand up and very quickly got me naked. My dick was rock hard. At this point I was expecting a blow job from gf and I would've taken it cause I was so horny. She takes a dining chair and puts it in the center of the living room and tells me to sit down and not move. She walks to her bedroom and I knew what that meant - the handcuffs are coming out. She comes out with them and handcuffed my arms to the chair. The friends are cheering cause they think they're gonna watch a porno. My girlfriend takes her hands and starts stroking my dick, looking right at me. She asked me what I wanted. I said, "I need head so fucki
I froze, unsure if I had really heard a knock. But another one followed shortly after. “Hey, u/Strang3rM3ssages?” Jane asked. “Yeah, what’s up?” I called out. “I was just talking to Sarah about yesterday,” she started, “And she said that it would be ok if I came in and showered with you. If… if that’s ok with you, that is.” I was still frozen. Sarah said she might make a move, but I was already thinking ahead to dinner. I wasn’t expecting anything to actually happen this soon. “Uh, yeah. That would be totally fine,” I replied, trying my best to not sound surprised. “Ok, I’m going to grab my towel.” *Holy crap. This is happening,* I thought. I got back under the water to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. I heard the bathroom door open as I finished. Enough steam had built up to fog the glass shower door, so all I saw was Jane’s silhouette moving through the bathroom. She set down a towel and started to undress walking towards the shower door. I didn’t want t
A few weeks ago, my wife Sarah’s best friend from childhood needed to get away from some personal things for a bit, so she came to crash in our guest room. Jane (31) is petite, under 5’ with dark brown medium length hair. We had always gotten along just fine, even danced a bit with her at Sarah and my wedding. Normally, she was average in features and… assets. Classically pretty, but never my type. I say normally, because at the time of this story, Jane was 7 months pregnant. It was a Thursday early evening; Jane had been staying with us for about 5 days. She worked freelance so could just hop on her computer when she needed to get some stuff done. But she had gotten to relax some, hang out by the pool, and just get away from her problems back home. Sarah was at the gym, and was going to be picking up dinner for all 3 of us afterwards. I was just getting home from work and found Jane in the kitchen. “Hey, Sarah is picking up dinner from [a local place], check out the menu an
As you get older, you begin to truly appreciate the simplest things. For example, a solid, regular male erection. Now I think back to my youth—what a fool I was... How many guys I shaved. How many orgasms I missed... For some reason, I grumbled at my husband, who always needed something. And then... Then it turned out that I lived for several years without an erection. Fingers, vibrators, colorful dildos, even vegetables and fruits... What hasn't happened to me over the years... But it's all wrong. Nothing compares to the magic of a real, erect, and therefore valuable, male end. And yesterday I finally got that ending! I'm speaking in verse now because I'm happy. I've been working towards this for a very long time, and here it is! It's happened! To be honest, Petenka was drunk. I tried my best to make it happen at the office party. I shouted toasts, topped up his glass, offered him another drink. And when he was drunk enough, I offered to take him home in a t
Long post. Skip to *** if you don’t want backstory. When I was 19 I went to visit my sister for a weekend in the city. She was 23 at the time and was living in an apartment with two of her friends from college. I showed up on Friday night and my sister had a group of friends over. My sister hugged me and showed me where to stash my stuff in her room until everyone left as I’d be sleeping on the couch later that night. When I emerged from my sister’s room, I was met by her roommate, Brianna. Now I’d known Bri since my sister had started college. They’d been randomly assigned as roommates in freshman year and remained friends ever since. She was a total babe on move-in day and nothing had changed since. She was 5’ 5” with long brown hair and a body that showed she lifted weights. She was tight and toned but her ass…it was unreal. She could have easily thrown me over her shoulders and squatted for reps. Anyway, I dropped my bags in my sister’s room and came back into the hall, bumping
It all started so banally that it's even funny now. I was coming home from college, pulling into the entrance hall, drenched in sweat from the stuffy street, and she was just coming out of her apartment—Aunt Natasha. Our neighbor, in her forties. I always saw her as well-groomed, smelling of perfume and baked goods, a true homemaker. She was always smiling at me, asking about my studies, and there was something warm and maternal in her eyes. The guardian angel of our building. But today her gaze was different. Narrowed, appraising. I muttered "hello" and reached for my door. “Andryusha, wait a minute,” her voice, usually so clear, was now low and velvety. I turned around. She was leaning against the doorframe, wearing a light housecoat that outlined... God, it outlined everything. All those soft, seductive curves that I sometimes thought about out of the corner of my mind as I drifted off to sleep. "You're so disinhibited, poor thing. Session?" She took a ste
My husband and I have a good relationship, great sex, but... But for years now, I've dreamed of feeling like a slut, of being fucked like a total whore by a stranger. Or even several times... Alas, the prerequisites never materialized—first, the cushy love affair with my husband, then the birth of our daughter. And for a long time, I couldn't imagine a real situation where I could step outside the bounds of morality. However, I would start to cum around any even remotely attractive man, imagining how I'd take him in my mouth and then spread my legs for him. So my husband and I, leaving our daughter in the care of her grandmothers, went to a provincial town to settle some matters with the inheritance left after the death of a distant relative. We stayed in a hotel, considered the best, but with the kind of service and furnishings I imagined the Soviet era. However, this archaism was nothing compared to the ordeal of dealing with the inheritance. And so, on the second day,
A few months ago it was my girlfriend's birthday and I asked her what she wanted. To put things in context, from the beginning of our relationship, things have been very kinky. We have always been about fulfilling each other's fantasies. Early on, she brought in girlfriends for threesomes. We have had sex in front of our friends. I have been tied up a few times. However she totally surprised me with her answer. She said she wanted me to be free use for one of her girlfriends for one night. Almost right away I said yes. It's actually something I've had been fantasizing about for a while. We talked it over with her friend Kim and we came up with some rules. 1- A safe word. Either one of us can use that word and everything would stop. it's all about consent and feeling comfortable. 2 - Since she's on the pill, I don't have to use a condom. 3 - I have to cum inside her - no pulling out. 4 - This takes place one evening all the way through the next morning. 5 - Once this starts, I h
Moscow in October smelled of wet asphalt and the smoke from the chestnuts roasted by the babushkas outside the metro. Anna walked along Tverskaya Street, her heels clicking on the tiles like a metronome counting down to the next casting. Her long black hair, pulled back into a loose ponytail, swayed in the wind, and her ivory coat accentuated her figure—the kind that made men turn their heads and women purse their lips ever so slightly. She was twenty-five, and she still believed that beauty wasn't a curse, but simply a fact, like rain or snow. At the agency, they called her a "gentle muse," but Anna knew that tenderness was a mask concealing the weariness of endless "turn around, smile, look just below the shoulder." At home, in their small apartment, whose windows overlooked a narrow courtyard dotted with stunted linden trees, Valera was waiting. He was ten years older, a manager at Sberbank, with a neat beard and eyes that always held a lurking smile—not ironi
soooo last week was my friend's birthday and I totally dropped the ball on getting him a gift. being broke sucks! But I've known since high school that he's had this massive crush on me, or atleast wants to smash lol (he's terrible at hiding it), so I decided to give him something I knew he'd appreciate... i decided i wanted to gift him some lewd pics of me! i already had some on hand, but i also spent an hour taking the perfect shots. it started with some teasing pics in my lacy black lingerie, then slowly stripped it all off. Made sure to get all his favorite angles... bent over showing my ass, on my knees looking up at the camera, spreading myself open on my bed. Even took a few shower pics with water running down my tits. **Sent him a folder of 20+ naked pics with the message "happy birthday you loser! Here's something to help you celebrate 😘"** **His response? "Holy fuck. Thank you" Then radio silence for two days...i was wondering if something was wrong but** \--- Finally he