Get-togethers with friends rarely end well. Especially when there are several empty bottles of whiskey on the table and your best friend has just left for the graveyard shift, leaving you alone with his exhausted wife. I stayed overnight on their stretched-out couch because I couldn't drive in my current state. My head was buzzing, my groin felt pleasantly tingly from the alcohol, and the whole world seemed a little blurry and malleable. Lisa fell asleep almost immediately, right there in the chair. I'd been watching her for the last half hour. The way her head slowly slumped onto her chest, the way her heavy eyelashes fell onto her cheeks. She was damn beautiful. Redhead, sprinkled with freckles, with a curve that made your mouth water. And her smile when she laughed... I'd caught myself staring at her many times. At my friend's wife, for fuck's sake. I got up from the couch and walked closer. She was fast asleep, breathing evenly. She smelled of whiskey and her
Indeed, her joyous, happy, bubbly self has returned with a vengeance, and both me and Erica couldn't be any happier for her. Seeing her beaming smile and colorful personality come back in full has made our hookups incredibly rewarding. However, after a couple failed dates, Isabelle has confessed to Erica that she now doesn't want to have sex with anyone other than me. About a week ago, after another one of our hookups, she spoke with my fiancé and asked if she could continue having sex with me. And Erica, to my surprise, actually approved. So now, me and Isabelle have continued hooking up with each other nonstop since then, and Erica has even been watching us fuck. I've spoken to her about this, as the last thing I want to do is have this cause a rift between us, but she has assured me multiple times over that she's not only ok with it, but she wants this for the both of us just as much as both me and Isabelle do. Just last night, I once again slept with Isabelle while Erica watch
I stood in the middle of the room, feeling completely naked, even though I was wearing simple black shorts and a T-shirt. My stepmother's command rang in my ears: "Wait. And behave yourself." Svetlana, my stepmother, sat on the sofa like a queen on a throne. Her legs, tanned and well-groomed, were gracefully crossed. On her feet were open-toed sandals with sky-high heels, accentuating every curve. Her pedicure was perfect, a blood-red polish, like drops of fresh blood on marble. She sipped her martini, her eyes sliding over me coldly and appraisingly. The door opened, and she walked in. Svetlana's friend, Veronica. I'd seen her a couple of times—tall, with shoulder-length dark hair and a piercing, predatory gaze. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress, and on her feet were the same sky-high stilettos, black, with pointed toes. “Veronica, my dear, come in,” Svetlana said languidly, without moving from her place. Veronica looked me up and down, a slight, mockin
A few weeks ago my wife mentioned to me that she had watched tentacle porn a long time ago, and it was a fun, sexy and weird genre. I had never really thought about this before, but as everyone knows you can find anything on Reddit and sure enough I found a few subs. They had some interesting videos and while on their own they did not do anything for me I proposed to my wife that we watch one together. We saw the first one, and it was pretty hot to see her getting turned on by it. When it got over she immediately started the next one that was suggested by the algo and it really turned me on to see how much she was into it. By the end of the second one I was sucking on her tits while she was playing with her toy, and she started a third one immediately after that which she watched while I fucked her from behind and came inside her. That night unlocked a new kink for me and I watched a few of these videos on my own and started getting turned on by them. The next time we watched o
I’d been posting confessions here for a while. Most replies were either bots or trolls, but every so often, someone genuine slipped through. Someone who actually felt the messy, horny truth in what I wrote. That is how I met Kate. Her first message was simple: “Your stories are sooo hot.” I almost ignored it, convinced it was fake. But she was real. Very real. A petite British woman with a wicked sense of humor and a filthy imagination. Soon we were trading fantasies that made my pulse race. She told me her biggest dream was a threesome with another couple. It felt impossible. We lived in different countries. But the distance only made things hotter. Messages turned into photos, then into late-night confessions. My wife was in on it from the start. She teased me constantly, adding her own ideas to our chats, and enjoying Kate’s eagerness just as much as I did. Then luck stepped in. I won a work reward trip, three nights in Europe, and my wife was coming with me. I texted Kate imm
Grandfather Ivan sat in his chair, staring at the television, where the news blared endlessly. His head was racing, his thoughts lazy and fragmented. Life after seventy seemed like a drawn-out, slightly faded film. His body ached, his bones creaked, and the only thing that remained to remind him of his former strength and passion was the occasional morning when he rose, a stubborn and mute witness to the past. There was a knock on the door. First timidly, then more insistently. Ivan sighed, rose with a creak, and trudged to open it. Katya, the neighbor upstairs, stood behind the door. A young, devilish woman, about twenty-five. She wore a simple housecoat that had fallen open, revealing a deep neckline. Ivan couldn't help but glance down at the firm curves protruding from beneath the thin fabric and felt a familiar throb in his groin. "Uncle Vanya, I'm sorry to bother you," her voice was clear, a little guilty. "The faucet in my bathroom is leaking again, it'
Okay, so I’m 19, second year at this big state college, and I *swear* this happened last week. I’m still kinda reeling, typing this on my laptop in the library bathroom cuz I can’t face my dorm yet. Sorry for typos, my hands are shaky and autocorrect’s a jerk. This is raw, real, and yeah, it’s dirty as fuck cuz that’s how it went down. Everyone involved is over 19: me (19F), two guys from my econ class (both 20M), and a girl from bio (21F). No names, no bullshit, just the truth. So, I’m not a straight-A student, but I’m decent at econ, mostly cuz I grind through group study sessions. Last week, we’re cramming for midterms in this quiet corner of the library me, two dudes (let’s call ‘em J and K, both 20, total bros but hot in that fratty way), and this chick from my bio lab (S, 21, nerdy hot with glasses and a killer ass). We’re huddled around a table, books open, but the vibe’s off. J keeps brushing my thigh “accidentally” under the table, K’s smirking like he knows something, and S
The forest air was already cooling, smelling of pine needles, damp earth, and the smoke from the fire I'd long ago extinguished. I crawled into my sleeping bag, buried my nose in the cool nylon of the tent, and tried to read on my phone. Silence. Only the wind in the pine treetops and some distant, unfamiliar sounds. I felt like such a brave traveler, so independent. Alone in the forest. Independent, no fucking way. The first thing that alerted me was the creak of a branch. Not a natural sound, but a loud, cracking one. I froze and listened. My heart suddenly responded with a dull thump in my temples. "An elk," I immediately reassured myself, "or a boar. They don't attack first." Then I heard voices. Men's. Rough, slightly hoarse, interrupting each other. They were getting closer. And through the thin tent awning, I saw three dark figures, illuminated by the moon. They were walking straight toward me. "Oh God, no. No-no-no..." I pressed myself aga
This story builds off my last story. My wife, Tori, talks to her best friend Diana talk about everything including the persistent troubles she is having with her husband in the bedroom. Unfortunately, since conceiving their child their sex life has become stagnant. It has been over a year since the wedding in Mexico where my wife, Tori, and I shared a sexy experience in a hot tub with Diana and her husband. A little back story to provide context. Diana and her husband welcomed their first child, but since then their sex life has been non-existent. From what Diana tells Tori, it's Diana’s husband that has been having issues. Low libido and when they do try to have sex, he is not able to maintain an erection. Tori informed me that Diana and her kid were flying into her home city, a 2-hour drive from where we live to visit her parents while her husband is traveling for work. The girls discuss and come up with a plan for Diana to leave her kid with the grandparents and come have an adult
Do you remember that corporate party I was planning for so long? The black dress, those heels I could barely walk in? You know, the one you couldn't go to because you had the flu. So... Sit down. I need to tell you something. It all started with wine. Lots of wine. That idiotic chanting contest, Sergei Mikhailovich, my boss, that mustachioed goat that everyone complains about, he was sitting next to me. He kept pouring me more. He said that I was the most beautiful today, that he hadn't even noticed such an assistant in his office. And he kept staring at my cleavage. I saw where he was looking, damn it. Then the music started loud, dancing. He pressed himself against me in the crowd, I felt his palm on my lower back. So hot, so heavy. I tried to move away, but he didn’t take his hand away. He whispered: “Let’s get out of here, it’s too noisy here. Let’s go to my office, I have some good cognac there.” And I... I knew that I shouldn’t. But the wine in my head was like a fog,
My girlfriend has always been the modestly dressed, innocent type. Yet she's incredibly cute and has an amazing body underneath her clothes. She's petite and slim but with a considerable rack for her size and a perfect ass. She tends to turn heads while being oblivious to that fact. However I am very aware of it and can also tell that my friends have the hots for her. The combination of knowing that my friends are lusting for her and the fact that I'm the only guy that's seen her naked, have admittedly been stirring some taboo thoughts in my head. And despite my better judgement, the more taboo the thoughts are, the hornier they make me. There is more to this story; it took some time to open my girlfriend up to doing this. Maybe I could write about how this all started another time. Lately, when my friends are over playing videogames at our place, I've been daring my girlfriend to wear slutty outfits and walk around behind their backs while they're distracted. The first time, I dared
Omg i cant even believe im typing this out but last weekend was insane and i need to get it off my chest lol. Im 19, just chilling through college, and me and my crew decided to rent this crappy little cabin in the woods for a getaway. No parents, no rules, just us six: me, two other girls who are both 20 and super fun, like one whos all athletic with a killer ass and the others more shy but cute with big tits. Then the three guys, all 20 or 21, friends from high school whove gotten hotter with age—ones tall and ripped, ones got that bad boy vibe with tattoos, and the last is kinda nerdy but hung i found out. We get there friday night, unpack, start drinking around the fire pit. Beers flowing, smores burning, everyones laughing about old times. But then the convo turns dirty cause alcohol, right? The athletic girl starts talking about her ex who was into anal, and everyones like whoa. The tattooed 20yo guy admits hes never tried it, and the shy girl blushes but says she has and it fee
And again a night on the train. I can't stand it. It's stuffy, the wheels are rattling, the guy behind the wall is snoring like a tractor. I'm alone in my compartment, at least that's a plus. I'm sitting there, staring at my phone, I've already read all the news a hundred times. It's deadly boring. The compartment door opens. It's the conductor, Irina, by name, you can see it on the sign. She was checking my tickets when I was getting on, I liked her. Well, such a... mature woman. About forty, probably. But her figure is just the bomb, honestly. Such boobs that they just burst in her uniform, and the skirt fits tightly in all the right places. And a beautiful face, a little tired, but with some charm. “Would you like some tea?” he asks. Her voice is low, husky, very sexy. And I've already given up on the third can of energy drink so as not to fall asleep. “Come on,” I say. “Just make it stronger.” She pours from her thermos. She bends over, and I
Aunt Olya is my mom's friend. A cool chick, about forty, but beautiful and well-groomed. Divorced a long time ago. A MILF, in a word. Mom always said: "Olya is so independent, a businesswoman." And I just saw a cool figure, big breasts and a smile that gave me an involuntary erection. It was just that my mom went to grandma's for the weekend, and Aunt Olya's home internet wasn't working. I'm still a student myself, studying to be a programmer, and I can 100% fix a router. She called my mom, who hired me: "Go to Olya's, help her, she's going crazy without internet." I came to her. She opened the door in her housecoat. Not exactly transparent, but worn on her naked body, I realized that right away. The tie was barely holding, and when she turned to adjust the slipper, I saw her entire back and the outline of her ass. So hard, so round. The blood rushed to my head. - Oh, Sasha, thank you for coming! - she says, smiling as if we weren't go
I decided to leave work early. My boss, of course, grumbled, but I told him that my pipe had burst and I needed to go urgently. But in reality, I just wanted to go to the dacha. Marina left last week, saying that I needed to pick raspberries and currants. Well, I was glad to have a little rest alone. I bought some cold beer and shashlik on the way. I drive up to my plot, and at the gate is Lyokha's car, my neighbor. Well, I think, cool, I'll pop in to see him, maybe we'll have a beer. Our gate doesn't creak, I treated it with oil a week ago. I enter quietly, and from the open window of our house there are strange sounds. Not exactly screams, more like groans. Marina's voice was always quiet, but here... somehow loud. And Lyokhin's laughter. So rude, so smug. I froze. My heart immediately sank into my heels, and then hit my head. I sneak up to the window, through a crack between the curtains. And... I was stunned. They're right on our couch, the one I drag
The rain pounded the tin roof of the bathhouse, creating a cozy, detached noise. I sat on the oak shelf, all steamed up, listening to the coals crackling in the stove, and enjoying the peace. My father had gone to town on some urgent business, promising to return only tomorrow evening. We were left at the dacha alone with Irina. My stepmother. She was young. Too young to be a father. She was barely forty, and looked thirty. Slender, fit, with a look that made my twenty-year-old self get a hard-on. I always tried not to show it, looked away when she walked past in her tight shorts or bathing suit. It was torture. The door to the steam room creaked. I turned around and was stunned. Irina was standing on the threshold. Wrapped in a small white towel that covered the most important things, but hugged her curves so tightly that it took my breath away. Her damp chestnut hair was gathered into a messy bun, her cheeks were flushed, and drops of water were running down her collarbones. “Is t
This is a story that I posted a few years ago but deleted after my split with my wife. My (then) wife, Tori, and I attended a friend's wedding in Mexico at an all inclusive resort. My wife’s best friend, Diana, and her husband were attending as well. This would be the first time that the four of us have hung out together since Diana lives on the other side of the country. At the time that this happened we were all 28-30 years old. I am just under 6’ tall, athletic build and tan (middle eastern heritage). My wife, Tori, is 5’7”, latina with an hourglass figure with DD boobs and incredible hips and ass. Diana is slightly shorter than Tori with C breast and a juicy little ass. Kevin (Diana’s Husband), 5’10”, dad bod bordering on overweight. The weekend starts off like most destination weddings, drinks and socializing with people you haven't seen in a while. Me and Kevin hit it off right away and the four of us spend the majority of our time together as the wedding festivities kick off.
In college, I'd been meeting up with a lovely young lady that I met on tinder. One.. exciting.. date had spawned more meet ups and we were at a point of hanging out with each others friends on occasion. This day, we had plans to watch a movie at hers with her roommate but we met at the rec center to play ping pong with the winner getting to decide whatever the loser had to do. She was cute, as always, slender.. in yoga pants that were doing her ass justice. It wasnt big by any means but it tight and plush. I let her win and I will stand by that. I asked what she'd like but she told me that she'd let me know later. Later comes and we're all in her dorm living area. Her friend had invited a bunch of people of because that was just the energy back then. She's wearing a tank top which makes me realize how plump her tits are and shorts that look a size too short. She cuts a line over to me..we hug and chat for bit. Her friend puts the movie on.. we've got a bunch of people sitting
I had been waiting for this, probably, all our family life. Six years of marriage, and Olya never agreed to take me in her mouth all the way. She always stopped at the very last moment, and I came on her chest or stomach. But that evening everything was different. We had just come from her friend's birthday party, we had had a few drinks, but not much, just a relaxed, warm mood. We made love slowly, almost lazily, and I already thought that everything was as usual. But when I turned her over on her back and knelt over her, guiding my penis to her vagina, she suddenly stopped my hand. “Wait,” she said quietly and looked at me with her big eyes, in which I could read some kind of determination mixed with embarrassment. Without saying a word, she moved over, laid me on my back, and positioned herself between my legs. My heart began to pound like a kid's. I just looked at her, at her lips, which she licked before hesitantly taking my cock in her hand. She started as usual - gent
It's surprising how easily names and faces can come back to you after years of not seeing or even thinking about the person. I happened to be in my hometown for a wedding and decided to go out to a bar with some old buddies. I went up to grab a drink when I heard an oddly familiar voice behind me. "Oh my God, Cole, is that you?" The moment I turned around and saw her face, a wave of memories came flooding back. Miranda, my first "real" girlfriend. Look, we were young. "Boyfriend and girlfriend" meant we ate lunch together and sometimes kissed after school. It also meant we were each other's firsts. "Holy shit, Miranda, I haven't seen you in years," I said. "You look great." She really did. She was a lightly tanned Latina with natural brown hair with bright golden highlights. Her face and smile was still youthful but her body had grown. She had big natural tits, a round ass, and a flat stomach. "You look good, too," she said. "Did you start working out somewhere along the line?" "