Hi everyone. My name is Kristina. I'm 21 years old. I'm a final-year student majoring in design. I'm of average height, with natural, shoulder-length blonde hair, gray eyes, and an athletic build—I've been involved in track and field for three years. I'm single and have been dating my boyfriend for a year. Last weekend, I drove from Vladimir to a small village to visit my grandmother—to drop off some medicine and groceries, and to check in. My car, a brand-new Kia Ceed, was bought three months ago on credit. I turned on the GPS, but, as often happens in the wilderness, it took me down a shortcut through the forest. The asphalt ended abruptly, giving way to a broken dirt road, and after the recent rains, the road turned into a mess of mud and clay. I still drove on. I'm not a timid girl, and it was a shame to abandon the car. I drove about three kilometers. Then the front wheel sank into a deep rut, the bottom sank to the ground, and the car began to hum helpl
I want to say upfront that this comes entirely from a good place. My friend came from the most conservative upbringing I have ever encountered up close. small town, very religious family, the kind of household where sex before marriage doesn't exist as a concept, where you save yourself completely and marry whoever the community approves of and that's just the trajectory. she had never been kissed. she'd barely been alone with a boy. she was sweet and curious and quietly overwhelmed by basically everything about college. We were in the same building freshman year and got close fast. she was funny in this dry unexpected way and asked genuine questions about everything, wanted to actually understand how other people lived. I liked her immediately. I told her about my life. she was equal parts horrified and fascinated. When she found out I had a boyfriend at the time she had about forty follow up questions. when she found out we were open she had to take a full minute. Junior year we
I want to be upfront that I set this up for entirely selfish reasons and it worked out better than I planned. My friend has a boyfriend. They've been together a couple of years, happy, solid. I like him a lot. He has always, in a very well-managed and respectful way, made it clear he finds me attractive, which I've filed away and never done anything with. I have also always wanted to go down on my friend. She's straight, or straight enough that it was never a realistic possibility, and I made my peace with that. I'm not in love with her, I just think she's genuinely stunning and I've always been curious and I stopped letting myself think about it. Until she mentioned one night when we were a few drinks in that she'd thought about it before. With me specifically. Just as a thing she'd occasionally thought about. I thought about this for approximately thirty seconds. I told her I'd do it if she let her boyfriend join in. She looked at me. "Like," she said, "join in with us, or."
Maxim was returning from a business trip in his old but well-maintained Toyota. The highway was deserted, the stereo was playing retro rock softly, and his thoughts were focused on a hot shower and a soft bed. He was already anticipating turning off the interstate onto the familiar dirt road leading to his village when he spotted a silhouette on the side of the road with a raised hand. Slowing down, he narrowed his eyes and whistled. It would be a shame for a fellow traveler like her not to stop. She looked like she'd stepped off the cover of a magazine someone had accidentally left behind at a gas station. Tall, with a shock of red hair pulled back into a messy, yet all the sexier bun. She wore skinny jeans that hugged her long, slender legs and curvy hips, and a light white T-shirt that revealed her firm, full breasts, devoid of a bra. Her face had sharp, slightly predatory features, green eyes, and bright, luscious lips, which she nibbled every now and then, apparently nervou
okay so this is wholesome I promise. kind of. mostly. one of my closest friends is this guy I met in my first semester. twenty one, genuinely one of the sweetest people I know, always shows up, always checks in, never once made things weird between us. we'd both agreed early on that we weren't each other's type in that way and needed a real friendship more than anything else and it worked out perfectly. so one night we're doing our usual thing, late, talking about everything, and he mentions he's been avoiding pursuing a girl he likes because of something he's embarrassed about. I asked what he meant. he took a while to say it but eventually explained that he's extremely physically sensitive — like, finishes very fast — and it makes him so anxious about being intimate that he shuts down before anything even starts. I told him he just needed to find a girl who thought it was cute because we exist. he said he knew that in theory but the anxiety was the actual problem. I thought abou
Let me start with an honest assessment of myself: I was pretty awful to this guy for a while. Not going to deep dive into the specifics because I don't come out looking great. Short version is I caused genuine problems in his life. A romantic situation I torpedoed, some group stuff I made unnecessarily complicated, the kind of quiet sustained pettiness I'd convinced myself was justified at the time and was not. Found out recently he'd been really struggling. I felt the specific shame that comes with realizing you were a meaningful contributor to someone's bad year. I saw him at the campus coffee shop last week. I sat down. That part took more nerve than I expected. We talked. Slowly at first, like people who have said things they can't take back. Then more normally. Then actually normally, the way we used to before I decided to be a nightmare. Somewhere in there I touched his arm and told him there was nothing like a grudge fuck for clearing the air. He looked at me. "Are you seri
Marina froze, clutching a duster in her hand. Her husband's voice was heard from behind the office door. "Thanks for staying late, Stas. Let's go over the estimate again, and then I'll let you go. Lenka's probably waiting at home, and she's probably pissed off." "It's okay, Sergeich," Stas replied. "Lena can wait. It's important." Marina was kneeling before the director's desk, completely naked except for rubber gloves and a headscarf. This was exactly how she was supposed to look on Fridays, when she came to "clean" her husband's office after hours. Only her husband didn't know this. He thought the cleaning lady came on Saturday mornings, and that it was some Aunt Zina from the cleaning company. In reality, for six months now, Marina had been coming here every Friday, undressing in the utility room, and getting down to her duties. But instead of a mop and bucket, she was given a different task. Sometimes it was
this happened last semester and I've been sitting on it ever since because I have genuinely nobody I can tell. I had this mandatory photography class that I was deeply not interested in. the teacher was cool but I did not care about aperture settings or whatever. there's this big assignment at the end of semester where everyone submits a photo for a showcase and when the teacher was going through examples she put up a few that had some nudity in them. tasteful, artsy, clearly intentional. I waited after class and asked if I could do the same. she said absolutely, as long as it wasn't explicit. I went home and thought about this for approximately ten minutes. then I set my phone against my desk lamp, set the timer, and took my clothes off. I want to be clear that I actually put effort into it. spent nearly an hour on angles and lighting, moving the lamp around, trying different positions, keeping my face out of frame the whole time. I didn't want it to look like a random naked girl
okay so this happened a few weeks ago and I've been turning it over in my head every day since. my best friend and I have been close for years. the kind of close where we've sent each other nudes as a joke that stopped feeling like a joke, where we've kissed at parties and never talked about it, where we know exactly what the other person sounds like when they're trying to stay quiet through a shared wall. we've always existed in this space that was almost something but never quite tipped. she has a boyfriend. genuinely nice, clearly crazy about her. she'd mentioned to me a few times that she was curious about being with a girl but felt like she'd missed her chance. I told her I'd been thinking about the same thing lately. apparently she told him all of this. because the hall pass idea was his. his only conditions: it was with me, and he got to watch. she texted me asking if I was open to it. I thought about it for about forty five seconds. we picked a night. I showed up at their
It all started with a leak. A very mundane one, even mockingly mundane. A pipe in the kitchen, right under the sink, had clogged and started leaking, and no matter how hard I tried to tighten the loose nut, the water only started dripping more quickly. My engineering efforts only elicited a condescending smile from Inga, my wife. "Pavlik, stop it," she finally said, standing in the kitchen doorway and watching my torment. "You don't know how to do anything with your hands. Not in the house, not in bed. I'll call a professional." She uttered those last words with a peculiar, slippery intonation. Inga generally loved to emphasize my masculine inadequacy. She was thirty-three, a striking blonde with a curvaceous but toned figure—the result of endless gym sessions and salon visits. I, a stooped, bespectacled man with perpetually sweaty palms and premature ejaculation, had long since resigned myself to the role of her lapdog. The next morning there was a knock at
first semester, dorm room, his hands on my hips, face down in the pillow. he'd been at it for a while by the time the knock came. I was completely gone, not thinking about anything, being used in the specific way that empties your head entirely, and then three knocks on the door and I reached for the sheet. his hand came flat between my shoulder blades and kept me exactly where I was. "yeah?" he called out. completely casual. like nothing was happening. "it's me," my roommate said from the other side. "can I grab my charger?" I opened my mouth. he answered before anything came out. "come in." I froze. turned my head sideways on the pillow and watched the handle move and the door open and my roommate walk two steps in and stop. she took it all in at once. me face down, him behind me, the situation entirely and unmistakably obvious. the sounds we'd been making. all of it. she didn't leave. she smiled. not embarrassed. not apologetic. this slow warm knowing smile like she'd wal
I want to say upfront that I thought about it for at least a full minute before I did it. that's basically a moral framework right. my best friend and I have been inseparable since we were five. we'd just finished our first year away at college and were both home for the summer, back in the same houses we grew up in, her family and mine still as close as ever. her little brother Danny has been in the background of my entire life — a year behind us in school, always had been, the classic slightly annoying younger kid who grew into someone sweet and a little lost and genuinely easy to root for. he turned 18 this summer. their family threw a birthday BBQ, big backyard, half the neighbourhood there, someone's dad taking his grilling responsibilities extremely seriously. I spotted Danny in the corner looking like he was counting down the minutes until he could disappear. my best friend had told me things weren't great lately. nerdy kid, low confidence, recently dumped by his first girlfr
Vera and I bought a dacha three years ago. It's an old log cabin on the outskirts of the village—a quiet spot, surrounded by pine trees and intoxicating air. My wife was immediately enthusiastic: "We'll make it a gem!" We searched for craftsmen for a long time, but they either charged exorbitant prices or missed deadlines. Then a neighbor recommended Andrey—a local guy with golden hands, who says he charges a fair price and does a good job. Andrey turned out to be a man of about thirty-five. Stocky, wiry, with calloused hands. He dressed simply—a baggy T-shirt and work pants with knee pads—but there was something... animalistic about him. Energy, perhaps. He'd come early in the morning, while I was still getting ready to go to work in the city, and stay until evening. At first, Vera simply supervised the work, but then she began going to the dacha alone more and more often—"to check on the progress of the renovation." "Andrey says the old veranda need
This particular story occurred a little more than a year ago. I apologize for it being a bit on the longer side, but I wanted to add in every last detail I remembered, and the sexiest part was the build up before the sex anyways. My wife Hayley and I were at a conference for a work/side gig we engage in. We were there for 4 days, were presenting on one of our expertises, and planned to use the long weekend to catch up with friends in the field from around the country. We had no plans for swapping or hotwifing. But spontaneity is always fun. The conference included a dance on Saturday night, which is funny considering most attendees are in their 30s and 40s and our clubbing days are far behind us. But as a result, it’s fun to see hundreds of people let go of their inhibitions, responsibilities, and knee pain and pretend to be teenagers at homecoming again. My wife and I aren’t particularly big on dancing. But we love snacking so we mostly hung around near the back of the
It was my first party at university, and I felt out of place. I, Vlad, a first-year student—skinny, shy, and bespectacled, who blushed at every loud word—had been invited by Lera. She was a third-year student and a real star in her department: a tall, brunette with a nose piercing and a perpetually mocking gaze. I didn't understand what I'd done to deserve the invitation, but I couldn't refuse the attentions of such a girl. The apartment where they gathered was a rented two-room apartment in an older building, but tastefully furnished. Besides Lera, there were three others: Katya, a redhead with freckles and a scattering of freckles on her exposed shoulders; Alina, a short, perky woman with a pixie cut; and Sveta, a taciturn, plump blonde with a huge bust who constantly munched on potato chips. The occasion was Katya's birthday. Someone shoved a glass of some sweet disgusting thing into my hand, and the evening went downhill. The girls chatted about their own things,
okay so this is genuinely one of the most chaotic things that has ever happened to me and I need to get it out. my sister was staying with me for a few days when I'd just moved into my new apartment. first real place of my own, she wanted to see it, we were having a good time. the three of us, me, her, and my boyfriend at the time, went out for drinks, came home loose and happy, and my sister said she was tired and went to the pullout in the living room. my boyfriend and I went to my room and I'd been handsy with him all night so things moved fast. he had his hand around my throat almost immediately, the other in my hair, and I was completely gone within minutes. he used my throat until my eyes were watering and then flipped me over and I'm not going to pretend I didn't love every second of it. doggy, him behind me, going absolutely crazy, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise and the other pulling my hair back, and I was loud, I'll admit I was being loud, but it was late a
All grown women have something to remember on a quiet evening... Hello. My name is Tamara. I decided to write something down while my memory is fresh. I'm 42 years old. My figure, as they used to say, is "blood and milk"—small but shapely, with heavy D-cup breasts and curvy hips that no skirt can hide. My hair is light brown, my own, and falls below my shoulders. I work as an administrator at a private dental clinic, and I'm used to being the face of the clinic—a smile, a manicure, a smart suit. I've lived alone: my husband died five years ago, and my son is in the army. Out of boredom, I sometimes allow myself small pleasures—wine on Fridays, dancing at an adult bar where you don't have to think about age. This story happened in November. I was returning from a company party. I'd stayed up late and had too much to drink. My boss offered to get me a cab, but I refused—I didn't want him to know my address. He'd been looking at my lap with unkind
I was on vacation with my best friend and we both shared a hotel room. She went to a party while I decided to stay and rest, and when she came back to our room there was a guy with her. I knew what was going to happen. They started making out as soon as they got in bed. Lights were turned off but i could see everything : him going down on her, licking her pussy and everything, her legs spread apart… she was moaning a lot. He ate her out for like 35 min and then he started fingering her and she was sooo wet, i could hear the wet sounds from my bed. and then i saw he began fucking her. But then she fell asleep cause she was drunk so me and him started talking casually lol. it was just so funny. he asked if it was the first time she did something like this, to which i replied yes lol, and that made him feel special. But then she woke up and wanted to go at it again. She started to ride him and I saw his dick lmao and it was big. I saw my friend completely naked for the first time and
I was in a private room—luckily, my relatives had gotten me there. My appendix had been removed two days earlier, and the puncture site still hurt a bit, but it was already gone. It was night, quiet, and the nurses occasionally shuffled their slippers down the hallway. I was dozing off, sedated, but woke up when the door quietly opened. In fact, I was lying facing the wall, the blanket pulled almost up to my chin. The only light in the room was a nightlight above the door, so anyone entering would hardly be able to tell whether I was asleep or not. I decided not to move. “Come here, there’s no one here, this is a private ward,” I heard a young female voice, quiet, with a kind of nervous laugh. I carefully turned my head, millimeter by millimeter, so I could see what was happening out of the corner of my eye. Three people entered the room: Sveta, a very young intern, about nineteen; a thin brunette I'd seen during my rounds; and two doctors. One was a surgeon of about forty-five,
I need to talk about this because it's been sitting in my head and I haven't told a single person. this happened last year when I was genuinely struggling financially. found a place online, two male roommates, their parents owned it, seemed fine. I moved in a little desperate and it turned out to be the best decision I ever made. a few months in my income dropped and I told one of them I was having trouble making rent. without hesitation he said they'd cover me until I was stable. genuinely sweet guys, both of them. I told him I wanted to make it up to him somehow and what started as joking turned into teasing turned into me on my knees in his room with his cock down my throat and both of us pretending that was a totally normal way to say thank you. told the second roommate what happened a couple nights later and that conversation ended with us fucking until three in the morning. after that things just naturally evolved into an arrangement. they covered my rent and had free use of