I had recently started attending a new church where my old youth pastor was working. I had moved out about six months prior and was living what I thought at the time was my best life. I only became aware of Anna when because she seemed to be relatively close to my old youth pastor's family. She was always quiet and seemed to separate herself from the rest of the crowd. Well, I was a big coward at the time and instead of asking her for her number straight up I simply hopped on the trusty ol Facespace and sent her a message. I introduced myself and stated that I thought she was cute. I asked her if she would be interested in having dinner sometime. I honestly wasn't shocked when she simply replied "no". I replied "Hey no problem. Thanks for responding. Take care!" No harm no foul. It stung a little, but I didn't really put forth a valiant effort. I still thought she was cute and saw her every Sunday morning. It was roughly a month or so later when my notifications popped
This story happened around a month ago. When I got my degree me and my bestie Isabella decided to live in an apartment together. We moved into a small two-bedroom apartment. Although I'm a heterosexual woman, Isabella is stunning. She has stunning blue eyes, short blonde hair, and an amazing fat ass. She is undoubtedly among the most attractive people I know. One weekend we decided to have a little fun. We started drinking champagne and we got pretty drunk. I got hungry, so I made my way cautiously to the kitchen where Isabella was. She supported me because I was having a little trouble staying vertical. And I just felt goosebumps when she touched me. I was staring at her like a hot teen while she was only wearing a tank top and boxers. She noticed this made fun of me for it, which made me smile. As I leaned closer to her, I became aware of how close we were. I was gazing directly into her diamond eyes and felt her breath on my cheek. I leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed me back.
A few years ago I was working a job where I had a lot of down time. I would work long hours, often late into the night but many times all that would be required of me was to physically be there. I spent a lot of time sitting in my office watching movies and playing around on social media. Mandy and I went to high school together and we ran in similar circles but had never dated or anything like that. We hadn't talked or hung out since she graduated a year ahead of me. Mandy was short with curly blonde hair and glasses. Her boobs were probably small C cups but they seemed bigger by comparison to her small overall build. She was kind of nerdy but I always thought she was cute. After graduation we didn't really hang out but we were friends on Facebook. One night (several years after graduation), I was at work scrolling through my feed and Mandy had posted one of those questionnaires that used to float around on Facebook and had invited her friends to reply. I read through the questions
I didn’t think as many people would be so interested in my stories, but it seems that you are so I will share some! In person I tend to come off as someone with a lot of confidence, but the reality is that I lack a lot of it. Particularly accepting that people actually want to hear about things I have to say so I don’t often talk about myself or share stories. But thank you all for being so reassuring! Anyway, this isn’t what you’re here to read about I’m sure. I am not used to telling these stories, writing about myself, or writing about anything honestly. I’ll tell everything to the best of my memory, but it’s been a long while. If you enjoy these feel free to let me know and I’ll be open to sharing more. I hope this isn’t too long. So doing what I was doing for several years, I inevitably met some interesting people, and came home with some crazy stories, most of which I’ve not really shared with anyone. A lot of the time I would get hired, do my thing, and come home with nothing
A buddy and I were at the bar, having drinks and being merry. She walks up to us and strikes a conversation. Like us she's in her 30s and we make small talk about things. About 5'6", dirty blonde hair, perky B-C cups, wider hips with a tight normal sized booty. The conversation leads to our sore muscles (being military and all, hurt backs lol). She happens to be a masseuse and qualified in sports medicine. I shrug and am the first to bite about my shoulders being tense. There she hands me a business card with her number and address. My buddy gets one and we kind of look at each other. We wrap up the night and head back to base. ​ The next day my curiosity is getting the best of me. Surely she meant well, and its a massage and not a *massage*, right? ​ Of course I booked her, and of course the story moves to its inevitable conclusion but lets make the absurdity of the plot thicken. It's in a mobile home park, for starters. I expected an office. She leads me t
My ex had a cuckold fetish and was obsessed with watching porn about it. I didn’t get the appeal and really didn’t want to sleep with anyone other than my boyfriend, but over time he convinced me to try it. After a few weeks of searching we found a guy on Reddit who we both felt comfortable with. He was almost twice my age but very attractive and almost had a body builder like physique. My ex was very shy and scrawny and he liked that this guy was so different than him. I won’t lie, it intrigued me too. I’ll skip ahead to after we met and went back to a hotel room together. My boyfriend didn’t want to be very involved and wanted to watch and masturbate while me and our new friend had fun. As soon as I pulled his pants down I was intimidated by his size. My ex wasn’t tiny but this guy had a monster in comparison. I couldn’t help but get excited and fawn over it a bit. The guy jokingly said something like “you’re not used to a real cock like this are you baby?” and I let slip out “I’m r
Sara has been working with me for about 6 months for now. Our jobs are remote, but it does require some travel to the HQ occasionally so we’ve met in person a few times already. We work with a large team, but the two of us definitely work closest with each other. We’ve shared many hours on zoom together and have gotten fairly close to each other. Each time we travel to HQ we make a point of getting drinks and dinners as a group. It’s always a good time. We’ve shared some “looks” and “moments” across the dinner tables, but never acted on it. After all, we don’t want things to get awkward between the two of us. I want to make sure we don’t jeopardize our jobs and dynamics to be productive as a team. But the sexual tension has been growing noticeably over time. Another work trip back to HQ and I get in late Monday night at the hotel and see a text message from Sara. \[Sara\] “How was your flight? Did you get in the hotel ok?” \[Me\] “Yeah, long flight but not too bad. Just getting set
It’s been a while since I’ve written, but I just wanted to share an experience from last week. A few years ago I had a therapist named Noel. I was her client for about 3 months until I ended up moving out of the state. She always dressed incredibly formal at our appointments, and things were strictly business oriented. I was her client, she was my therapist. When I started seeing her, I remember thinking immediately that she was cute, around my age— mid 20’s. She always kept her hair up in a tight bun, and the only indication that she wasn’t a total square was her small septum ring. Really she was a wonderful therapist and I wish I could have kept seeing her. Last week I did. I was back in town, visiting family, and chatting with an old friend at a bar. I excused myself to the restroom and as I was patting my cheeks with blush, there was Noel washing her hands in the mirror. “Noel?” I said, shocked. She looked over. “Mira??” She was just as pretty as I remembered, but absolutely f
Hi! I’m Evie! A small disclaimer: I am actually 43 currently, but wanted to use the age I was when this happened. It all started at a holiday party my best friend, Olivia, was having at her place a couple years ago. Olivia and I went to college together, were roommates for the first couple years before I got married, and have been in the same city our entire adult lives. We are two peas in a pod! Her home is quite lovely, and large enough to host fairly large get-togethers. This one is no exception with a catered dinner, open bar, and plenty of room to mingle and talk amongst the small sea of people. We also had kids around the same time - two for her and three for me - so they’re there too, all home from university for a few weeks before spring semester starts. Her youngest son is a track star at a college close by while her oldest, Kevin, has always been stupidly smart. Graduated high school early, already has a bachelor’s degree, and will have a master’s degree after the next se
This is another story that I admit is not as wild as some of my other posts but I wanted to relive it so I did my best to capture the essence of the experience because it is one of my fondest memories (holy run on sentence, Batman!). In my late teens and early 20's I worked a lot of retail jobs. I was working in the mall at a store that no longer exists when I met Emma. Emma was from the midwest and had moved to my area when she was in high school. She was involved in theater in college and loved to sing. As a creative type myself, I always felt a kinship with her. Emma was average height and skinny with long, straight brown hair and glasses. Her boobs were small, definitely A cups but she was fit and had a cute little butt. She never really wore revealing clothes but I remember one time she came to work after some kind of event and she was dressed up and wearing pantyhose. I remember thinking for the first time I understand the appeal of legs as a sexual object. Emma spent her form
This all happened a few summers ago, but I've been thinking a lot of it recently. I thought I'd share. Early into my relationship with my boyfriend (let's call him M), I confessed to him that I might be bisexual. Like any good boyfriend, he was gracious to offer me the chance to explore my sexuality while we were together. He offered a one-way open relationship for me to explore with women. As nice of an offer as that was, I knew one of his bucket list items was to have an FFM threesome. I thought the solution was clear, I told him that I was too shy to explore alone and that I would want his support. We agreed to a threesome. We didn't know how to find a bisexual, F, our age who would be interested in a threesome. However, one day, M reconnected with an old high school friend of his (lets call her K). While they were catching up, she let slip that she came out as bi. M, in keeping up with the conversation, admitted that I was bicurious. He explained that I wasn't ready to put a la
Hi long time reader here but never had the thought to write up some of my past on here until now. Honestly a bit worried I wont stack up to how well some of you write! If this post gets a lot of attention I may even write up some more! A little about me before we start, mid 40s dad of one. Best daughter I could have wished for! Mostly raised her myself in a household where talking about sex was not taboo at all. That is kind of important for the story. Anyways I will start with no more delay. Everyone in this story is 18+ Me, my daughter (Chloe) and her best friend (Zara) would frequently go to conventions and when my daughter left for college it stopped for a bit. Zara stayed back with her family to work at their family business in the town. Her boyfriend from highschool for many years turned out to be cheating on her repeatedly and she broke up with him. I had heard all this from my daughter Chloe, we all know how drama travels. This was just before the weekend and Zara and her ex h
**PART ONE:** ​ "What's up with you?" Adam asked me as we stood out on the back patio looking at storm clouds off in the distance. The clouds were almost green, which was never a good sign. "Nothing," I quickly replied. I couldn't tell him what was actually up with me. I couldn't tell him that one week before I had fucked his sister in her bedroom. I couldn't tell him I came all over her stomach and subsequently came all over mine the next day thinking about the encounter. "You seem weird," he said. A clap of thunder followed his rebuttal, almost as if God was trying to speak to me as well. "I'm just a weird dude," I walked out in the yard to get a better look at the storm clouds. As I looked up at the darkening sky, Adam's mom opened up the door to let us know dinner was ready. It was a Sunday evening, and if everyone was in town, Adam and his family would get together for Sunday dinner. It usually only happened once or twice a month, since Adam and his father were tr
Living in Southern California, I like to enjoy our many offerings that our balmy weather allows us, which often times includes hikes and trail runs. I was recently broken up with around Xmas and sowing my oats so-to-speak. One day I ended up going out for a trail run in January and at the peak was this girl. I noticed she was very long legged (like me) and lean. I mentioned something about the sunset as we were both stretching and I had my Sony A7R camera with me. She asked what I was shooting and I said nothing really, as the camera was heavy and I shouldn't have brought it on a run. Long story short we exchanged IG's and I invited her over for a photo shoot which she agreed to at the end of January (pics from that shoot posted in post history). Based off her IG, i could tell she had a bf, so I treaded lightly, and tbh, back in Jan, I was def turned on by her during that photo shoot, but I still wasn't over my ex and bummed about that still. We loosely kept in touch mostly thru IG
In the summer of my 21st year, I was broke and honestly a little depressed. I was in the middle of a pretty big life transition. Stuck between taking a big risk and moving to a new city, or staying in my hometown and trying to find a safe job to settle down with. I decided to take the risk, but before I could take it, I needed to save up some money. So during the summer, my best friend (Adam) and his family allowed me to crash at their place. They had a stable household, especially compared to mine. My father had left years ago and my mom lived with a dude I couldn't stand to be around, so I was very grateful for Adam and his family. Over the years, they had kinda become like a second family. Adam was one year older than me and he had a younger sister named Riley. She was 18-years-old, and set to turn 19 later in the fall. She was going to a community college and working at a clothing store in town. Meanwhile, Adam was a manager at a roofing company his father owned, so they were out
Hi everyone, Several people recommended I share this story here too, but I'm new to this and not sure if it's allowed. My name is Hannah. I'm in my late 20s, and I've been with my husband, John, since university. I'm 5'5, with black hair and green eyes. I'm slim, with olive toned skin, a few freckles, a great ass and breasts that are on the smaller side but still a nice handful. I go to the gym regularly. Without trying to sound full of myself, guys often try and chat me up or ask for my number or my snap when we go out to bars, or even in regular public spaces. I think it's fair to say I'm attractive. I've been hooking up with other guys for about 8 years, ever since John admitted he had intense fantasies about sharing me. It took me a while to believe he wasn't just setting up a trap. When we finally pulled the trigger and I slept with a guy from Tinder, we both absolutely loved it and haven't stopped since. John's best friend Cam is married, and he, his wife and us are all clo
Good guys deserve good, regular sex. I have male friends who I know go without sex, which makes me sad. My friend experienced the downward skid that most relationships do towards the end. Months of no regular sex before breaking up. Blowjobs probably became a myth. After having coffee in a group (I’m quite proud of myself considering this wasn’t in an evening, alcohol fuelled setting) - I told him he should be confident in who he is and I reminded him he’s really hot. I offered to drop him home and I found myself spontaneously ending up gazing into his eyes on his sofa. I put out there that I hadn’t had sex in a while either. Minutes later, I took his clothes off in his bedroom and stripped for him. My lips descended from his handsome beard all the way down to a large bulge in his boxers. I gave him the universal symbol of knowing he was about to get head. As I put my hair up, smiling, he expressed he missed blowjobs so bad. It made sealing my lips around his juicy head that much
Awhile ago, while swiping through tinder, I matched with a trans girl. I didn't notice at first because I wasn't reading profiles and she was very attractive. Let's say her name was Katie. After we matched, I went back to her profile where she mentions she's trans. I hadn't previously considered meeting up with a trans girl, as I figured it wouldn't be my thing, or I couldn't get past the obvious hurdles. However, Katie was a looker. Five foot six or so, slim, gorgeous blonde hair, big soulful eyes, pale skin. She had several photos of her wearing cute dresses on her profile. While I'm mulling over whether to shoot my shot, she sends me a message saying that my facial hair is cute. I'm about 6'1", athletic swimmer type build, and naturally tan, but I'm horrible at talking to women so her messaging me first was greatly appreciated. We hit it off after that, I ask for her number, and we text back and forth. The next day, I work up the courage to ask her if she'd like to meet up, and Ka
Long story! Just skip down to the --------- for the juicy details. This is the first time I've ever been remotely unfaithful and it is kind of getting out of control. I had to tell someone so REDDIT, here goes nothing! A little background, I work in a small tech-sales office. I've been here for about 2 years and have always had a little crush on the office admin, Emma. She's 27, short, brunette, beautiful eyes and smile, full lips, and the best sense of humor. She's super chill, has a ton of really well done tattoos and the body of a goddess. I'm not kidding. She's a 32DD (I asked) with a flat stomach and perfectly thick ass. She hides it well but WOW her body is unbelievable. We get along super well and have very similar taste in music, movies art, etc... So there is plenty to talk about all day. Here's the kicker though, we are both married. Because of that, I NEVER made an advance. There was always sexual tension between us but we just never even mentioned it...until
Friday evening I broke up with my boyfriend. We were together for 3 years, but for a few weeks I had this strong urge to change something in my life. I felt so sorry for hurting him, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Saturday evening I was invited to a house party. My Ex-boyfriend (wow, this sounds strange to me) was invited too, but luckily didn't show up. I had lots of conversations with people I hadn't seen in a long time. It was so much fun, I played a few drinking games with them, when this hot guy suddenly showed up. We didn't know each other, but somehow connected immediately. You could tell easily that he was one of those fuckboys. Normally I kept my distance from these kinds of men, but there was something pulling me towards him and I liked his attention. It was like he knew I was easy prey that evening. Things got flirty quickly, I got drunker and before I knew we were making out with all the other people around us. I didn't want everyone to see me doing that jus