My daughter goes to college nearby; she's home a lot and often brings friends over. I never expected to have "thoughts" about any of her friends, but all of that changed when I met Emma. My god, she is a dream. Cute face, insane body, and a confident, sexy, way-too-mature-for-her-age attitude. Emma isn't a girl, she's a woman, and she knows it. From the start, she's been subtly flirting with me. Things like meeting my gaze and holding it a few beats too long, asking questions and making little admiring comments, rolling her eyes at me when my daughter and her other friends act like teenagers. I've tried to be "dad" about it, responding politely but not taking it any further. But she finally broke my resistance. It happened a few weeks ago. I agreed to "chauffeur duty," driving the girls to an event at a football stadium and picking them up afterwards for a sleepover at my place. I picked my daughter and the other friend up from campus (they're still in the dorms), and then picked up
(Make sure you check out my previous story about Diana, accessible via my profile! Not only does that story introduce Diana and the relationship we had, that’s where Noelle shows up first as well. Now, on with the show!) You had them, didn’t you? Maybe you have them now. Or maybe you just heard about them in that Sabrina Carpenter song. Fuzzy. Pink. Handcuffs. Somehow, in college, almost every girl seemed to have them. Maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it really did seem like every girl I hooked up with from the age of eighteen to about twenty-four would, without fail, pull a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs out of her nightstand, where they had been cradling her vibrator, and, shyly, say something along the lines of: “I’ve never been brave enough to try these but…” The first time I encountered them was on my friend Diana, while she writhed on her bed, with her roommate, Noelle, on top of her. It’s not what you think. “Hey!” Noelle cried, tossing her dirty blonde hair back over her s
I (F24) decided I wanted to end my hoe phase. So I went on a super sweet first date. There was dinner, great conversation and lots of laughing meanwhile he was a gentleman the whole time: he opened doors, paid for dinner, and offered to drive me home. When we got to my apartment building he parked and we started making out. It was getting really hot and heavy, his hands were everywhere and my dress was riding up my thighs. That’s when I told him I’m not that kinda girl and that I wasn’t planning on sleeping with him on the first date… but I was so turned on so I offered to suck his cock instead. He did not hesitate to pull it out so I leaned over the console, taking him in my mouth. He was thick and rock hard, and I was getting wetter by the second as I was bobbing on him. Halfway through sucking him I just couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my mouth off his cock with a *pop*, I looked him in the eyes and said “fuck it.” I climbed over the console, pushed my panties to the side, and
I know this makes me sound like a total petty slut, but I don’t even care. It was worth every second. A year ago my boyfriend of 2+ years left me out of nowhere for this new girl he’d been talking to. He said she was ‘different’ and that he was ‘in love.’ It fucking destroyed me at the time so I spent months crying and working on myself, and getting hotter than ever. Fast forward a year and I ran into him at a mutual friend’s party. He was still with her so it was totally awkward, but the second he saw my signature tight black dress with no bra he couldn’t stop staring. We started texting ‘just to catch-up” and I told him I was doing well but within a week the flirting got filthy. He eventually admitted he how much more eager and nasty I was in bed compared to her. So, I went full slut mode. The first night I invited him over ‘to talk.’ and the moment the door closed I pushed him onto the couch, dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. He was rock hard in seconds so then I
The bass from the speakers downstairs was a physical weight, a rhythmic thumping that I could feel in the soles of my feet and the hollow of my chest. The party was in full swing, the kind of mid-semester rager that usually ended with someone in a pool or the cops showing up, and I was already three drinks deep. The air in the living room was thick with the scent of cheap vodka, sweat, and a dozen different perfumes, and while I was having a great time, my phone started buzzing incessantly in my back pocket. I pulled it out, seeing my sister’s name flashing on the screen. She never called this late unless it was something important, and there was no way I was going to hear a word she said over the deafening roar of the latest chart-topper and the screams of fifty drunk college students. I pushed through the crowd, dodging a guy who was waving a red solo cup a little too enthusiastically, and made my way toward the stairs. I figured the second floor would be quieter, maybe I could find
The whole family (over 25 of us) was setting up to take a photo and my SIL ended up in front of me. I’m taller so I was in the back and she was positioning herself to be in front of me. We were all still shuffling around collectively to get in position when she bent over as if not to block the people behind her. But by doing so her ass came back directly into my crotch. I looked down as it happened, seeing her small yellow shorts from above as her ass pressed up against me. My dick twitched when it touched her but the rest of my body was frozen. She turned her head and saw she was pressed up against me. I looked at her face for her reaction but she was totally unphased. She didn’t say anything. Instead she readjusted her ass to my left side slightly then bent over again. This time her ass pushed up against my hand and I felt the back of my fingers fall between her ass cheeks. I pulled my hand back instinctively… but I quickly rethought it. Why not let it stay there? She was the one t
The last time we fucked I told her it was the "last time". The lie detector determined....that was a lie! It had been almost a month since Anna and I slept together, she was still of and on with her ex boyfriend (in this story they were broke up apparently). Their relationship was so bi polar that even I couldn't understand what they were doing together. After every fight or big blow up they had, Anna wanted to be consoled or often used the excuse "I don't want to be alone right now" and cozied up in my bed for the night. Well you pretty much know how where these kind situations go. We netflix and chill in bed. When it's time for her to go to bed she wiggles her ass against my rock hard cock, not saying anything but giving me the green light to pull off her underwear. Then I taste her pretty little pussy and make her cum before I slide in her raw, she's put to bed with my seed inside her and snores the night away. The thing is, Anna is a bit dramatic. She makes decisions when she'
One of my friend’s Alex helped me out for about 9 hours. All along, he was insistent as a friend that he wouldn’t take a penny, and that I could return the favour when he buys his place. I won’t bore you with the decoration side of things, but I’ll say one thing, I absolutely rocked his world with this intimately sexual proposal. This sexual encounter was a marathon. I had to split it into two written parts. After a long day of decorating, I asked what time he’d come back tomorrow. Confused, I looked him dead in the eye. “4 hours. Complete free use.” I said, smiling, just before opening the door. The thing with Alex, is that I know he’s a booty guy. He used to date a girl I worked with. I had to break down free use, adding, “it’s my complete genuine thank you.” Thinking I was joking, I told him if he’s not here tomorrow at 2pm, it’s not happening. “On ONE condition.” I smirked. “Are you actually serious?” Alex responded, eager, but also like
The first time I dated a woman with a twin I was always a bit thrown off whenever her sister was around. As almost identical twins, there was obviously no question whether I was attracted to both sisters. They were both around 5’7”, blonde, sensually curvy with bubbly smiles, and fun personalities. In my own narcissism I also assumed that because of how similar they were that the sister would also be attracted to me. The morning I finally confirmed that was quite the thrill. My girlfriend at the time’s name was Lisa, her twin’s name was Becca. They lived together in a downtown apartment in a large city. We would routinely go out on the town together and end the night back at their place. One such night was around St Patty’s Day. We went out and got after it, aggressively. Lots of beers, Irish car bombs, shots of Jameson, the works. Now both girls could hold their liquor, but Becca was probably a little stouter of a drinker than Lisa and on this night it showed. By around midnight I w
I went to a cosplay convention as Kurisu Makise from Steins;Gate. It was super fun and a lot more people regognized the chatacter than i expected. I was walking around with my group, a friend with car who drive us there, two friends from the same „circle“ or like a meetup that happens weekly in our local community, and a guy we met on the con itself, i talked about Steins;Gate with him for hours so he kinda just integrated in the goup. We mostly looked for some stuff from artists, took pictures with other cosplayers and then decided to look thru the commercial stuff do. Merch from all kinda of fandoms, figure scales, plushies, charms… all that stuff. And in one oft he hundereds of glass showcases i spotted them. Three Kurisu scales, the character i was cosplaying and i love. Eacho f them pretty as fuck. The pose, the quality, everything. But the one catching my seight the most was a very big one with the charactered leaning on top of a bunch of old TV’s. But while i checked her out
So I finally was asked to go on a work trip which has always been an ambition of mine. Who wouldn't want a free trip all covered for work? Let me tell you.. it is overrated. I don't think I had any free time to explore the city and I was pretty much always online or working the entire time. I ended up travelling with a coworker of mine Lucas who I didn't know very well. We were on different teams and had only had a brief meeting prior to this trip to go over expectations and all of that. He was attractive but I wasn't attracted to him if that makes much sense. I never really saw coworkers in that way. We arrive and night 1, we briefly go over some meeting notes and end the night early. Nothing too eventful. Day 2, we have a few meetings setup which meant travelling back and forth, calling ubers, ensuring our notes get sent back across to the team while also managing our prep for the next meeting. It was a hassle and I quickly realized what I was in for.. I remember looking out
I think many women have this one friend that they’ve kind of accepted a friendzone with. Like, on paper, a candidate to at least see the inside of your bedroom and your kinky underwear collection, on the other, they’re just… In this case, ‘Ryan’. I’ve been friends with Ryan for a few years. Lately, I’ve noticed him flirt with me more, even progressing on from “I would” to, “you’ve been squatting lately.” He’s seen me in a bikini, in the gym, everywhere really, well, most places. Alongside the fact that I flirt back, we both haven’t made a move to sleep with each other. I’ve been minimal, until NOW. I needed two things… Confirmation that he saw me that way, and secondly, an opinion on an outfit I wanted to buy, so hey, I combined the two. We met for coffee with another friend, who had to go midway through. I asked Ryan if he could give me an opinion on an outfit, it’s actually some semi-formal wear that I was looking to buy for an interview I have coming up.
Chloe moaned softly as she wrapped her thighs around my waist and bucked her hips against my belly, almost against my rib cage. She squeezed tight, with the muscles from horse riding she’d built up all her life, and for a second, I half-expected a sudden loud pop, followed by sharp, unrelenting agony as she snapped my ribs in her quest to stimulate herself against me through her jean shorts. I say half expected because I was busy groping her generous boobs underneath her sweater while I sucked the side of her throat. I’d sort of dislodged her bra, digging my hands up and beneath it to grip at that warm underboob flesh, feeling around with my fingers until they closed on a hardening nodule of goose-pimpled flesh. When I tweaked it, she yelped, and I responded by kissing her neck even harder. After nearly an entire semester’s worth of flirting and will-we-won’t-we, I finally had my college crush in my lap. It was the night before we all went home for Thanksgiving break and somehow, wat
This is a 100% true story from my younger days. When I was 22. I had a summer job working at an apartment complex. I used to help out a maintenance guy who was like 60 years old, and was the biggest pervert. He was about 5’5” and weight like 300lbs. He used to tell me all about his “pokers”, his booty calls. I had never before and since heard someone use that term for a hookup. I still smile thinking about that fat bastard. Even though he could be a dick sometimes, overall he treated me pretty well. I had to basically just do everything for him and I would spend most of my days cleaning out old apartments before they got rented again. Looking back on it, it was pretty gross cleaning people’s apartments. Stains on carpets, sometimes smelling cigarettes and sometimes Indian food, which I love but the smell can get to you. I remember once I found naked pictures of a woman who I used to see at the complex pool and thought she had a great body. She wasn't the most attractive but da
My college girlfriend Ellie was, by her own admission, a bit of a late bloomer sexually speaking. Standing around 5’3” with curly chestnut hair and an hourglass figure, you’d assume she’d always had an endless parade of suitors, but the way she looked when I met her was a fairly recent development and she wasn’t accustomed to or comfortable with the attention. When we began dating sophomore year (20+ years ago now), I was genuinely shocked to learn she was still a virgin given how quickly our physical chemistry developed after just a few days and nights of hanging out. With little money in our pockets, but nearly limitless freedom, it was easy to walk, talk, and cuddle for hours. We fell for each other fast, even by collegiate standards. From the way she later explained it, the timing of her moving into a house with her own room just intersected perfectly with how comfortable she felt with me. Within a few weeks of our first time together, she went on birth control, I got tested, and
I used to be in education. I was a teacher for 9 years. I firmly believe that there is no hornier group than young teachers. Back then it was a lot different, this was the mid 2000s. We used to go out every Friday and by 3:15 we were two or three drinks deep already. We would basically go out from right after school until two or three in the morning. It was a lot of fun, but there was always some crazy shit happening that left us walking into work on Monday morning feeling a little embarrassed or nervous. I made out with a bunch of young teachers in those days, but for the most part I didn’t sleep with anyone. Right around my third year, there was a new teacher who came into the science department. Her name was Becca(not her real name). She wasn’t the best looking, but she had gigantic tits. They were at least double D’s. I remember she used to wear polos often or button up shirts, and she left her them unbuttoned at the top. I used to see her in the copy room all the time and I woul
I’d always noticed Sarah from across the office. Sharp tongue in meetings, tight skirts hugging her hips just right, that look she’d give me over her monitor like she knew exactly what she was doing. We’d spent months trading sly smiles, brushing a little too close in the break room, stretching conversations longer than necessary. On my last day, the tension felt electric. After the farewell drinks with the team, she leaned in close. “We should celebrate your freedom,” she said, eyes locked on mine. “Bar down the street. My treat.” The place was dim and loud, but we found a cramped corner booth. Our knees touched immediately. Neither of us moved them. Beers turned into shots. We laughed about late nights at the office, bitched about the boss, and then the conversation shifted, lower and slower. She leaned forward, blouse dipping just enough to flash the lace edge of her bra. “You’ve been checking me out for months,” she teased, her foot sliding slowly up my calf. “Guilty,” I admi
Everyone wants a nympho gf until they get one... Some time ago I was dating this cute girl. At first she was shy and introverted. As we spent more time together she started to become more open. One night we were hanging out, drunk too much, and hooked up. That night changed her completely. We started to hang out even more and every time it led to the same thing. At first it was great but she always wanted more. Right after we finished she was ready for another round. It didn't take long before her appetite started to wear me down. We'd fuck twice, sometimes three times in a row, and she'd still grind against me, her pussy dripping wet and begging for my cock again. 'Please, baby,' she'd whisper, her eyes glazed with lust, 'I need you inside me one more time.' I'd try to catch my breath, my dick sore from the pounding, but she'd climb on top, sliding down onto me without waiting. One evening, after a long day, we crashed on the couch watching a movie. Her hand wandered to my crotch
This took place at a house party toward the end of my final year at college (in the UK so the end of high school in the US). We were both 18 at the time. **Skip ahead to the action to avoid the preamble** Around this time I was very introverted and rarely did anything outside of my small friendship group, but this time was different. I had just made some new friends towards the end of the year and one of them was organising a big house party. One of my new friends Joe was in attendance and so was his ex, I’ll refer to her as Faye. I’d met Faye before and had gotten to know her reasonably well when she was with Joe. I thought she was incredibly attractive but had never made a move on her before, given her relationship with my friend. However this night was different, it was my first time seeing her since she broke up with Joe. I didn’t yet know any of the details, but the two of them had spent the whole night avoiding each other. About halfway through the night, I was feeling fairly
I work in the social media sphere, so I follow all kinds of Polish online communities: some popular, some very niche. A few weeks ago, I found myself on an incel forum. I discovered it on a popular site (the Polish analogue of Reddit, actually), just scrolling through random stuff. I was in bed, getting ready to sleep, when I stumbled on the thread: "Women despise short men. Facts." I clicked. The thread was full of screenshots of Tinder bios ("Only swipe if you're 185+ cm") circled with red arrows, TikTok videos of bros spilling hard truths, piles of statistics (no clue how fake). People there called themselves "przegrywy," which roughly translates to "losers," but in Polish online slang, it's like "incels", but a bit more sarcastic. I noticed that one user there wrote in full sentences. He used terms like "sluts" and "bitches," but he had a thesis: things were fine when people found partners in their own villages and churches, and the apps ruined everything. His profile said he wa