Ashley reached for her phone. I watched her thumb skim across the screen, quickly then slowly, quickly then slowly, scrolling notifications and checking Snap like nothing weird had happened at all. Then her whole face lit up. “Speak of the devil,” Ashley said, holding the phone up so I could see. “Your sister just woke up.” The message was from my sister. The screen showed a selfie: Maya in bed, hair in a messy snarl, her bare shoulder peeking out from a blue blanket. Her eyes looked puffy but happy. The caption read: “horny, where did u go? woke up without u and I can’t find my pants lol.” My face burned so hard I thought it might catch the couch on fire. Ashley giggled. “I told you she was trouble.” She climbed off my lap, stretched, and stepped into her thong like it was a stage cue. Then she handed me my shorts and snapped her own shorts up over her hips. She kept scrolling as she walked to the kitchen, swigging juice from the carton and firing back texts with both thumbs. Sh
Recap- I was the designated driver to my sister Janet's friends. I picked up Olivia, Jessie and Tanya from the pub at midnight and received an Australian kiss from them. What was that about? \--- We arrived at the apartment, me still half distracted from seeing Olivia topless in the seat behind me and trying to recover from the amazing blowjob that happened just moments ago. As I pulled in, I handed Tanya the keys to the apartment and asked her to go ahead as I get Janet. “Sis, do you need to go to the hospital?” I said concerned as I shook her shoulders. Thankfully, she woke up and said that she was just sleepy, and I helped her get out of the car and walk to the apartment. When I entered, the door was already unlocked and ajar and as I stepped in, I saw for a moment that Tanya was topless- changing into her clothes for the night. I was just about to soak in the sight, when I felt Janet’s hand over my eyes. “Guys! Come on!” She remarked. She walked me to her room with my eyes
This past weekend an old buddy of mine (M28) from high school got married. I went solo and without any intention of hooking up with anyone, but after a few shots of tequila at the reception the dance floor opened up and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his older sister (F35). She was one of the bridesmaids and was wearing a blue dress that hugged her curvy waist. It was a Hispanic wedding so some cumbia started playing and she was alone so I asked her if she wanted to dance. Soon my hands were on her hips and her arms around my shoulders and we were getting very close very fast. We chatted while we danced. I’d seen her before at our soccer games in high school but never talked to her. She told me she remembered me and thought I was cute even back then. Then the song changed and some rap song started playing and without missing a beat I grabbed her hand and spun her around she started backing it up against me pressing her thick ass against my crotch grinding away at it. I wrapped my
I (38F) was 19 and spent the night with my best friend. She was the same age, taller, and skinnier. Though we wore basically the same size bra, her boobs were perkier and looked bigger because of the type of bra she wore. She was better at makeup. Her clothes were more revealing. And her hair was always perfect. She had an older boyfriend and he joined us as we watched a movie. We ate some pizza, smoked a joint, and put on another movie. At some point I must have fallen asleep. We were on her queen size bed. It was pushed up in the corner of the room. I was closest to the wall. I woke up facing it, just inches away, and the bed was moving. I could hear heavy breathing. I didn't dare turn my head, but I soon realized what was happening. I didn't want to mess them up, so I pretended to still be asleep. I moved one of my hands between my legs and slowly rubbed my clit as I listened. I imagined what position they may be in and what her sex face looks like. A little while later my fr
My girlfriend was raised in a very conservative Asian household. We met at work and after a long, tension-filled buildup, we finally got together. For her, it was like allowing the flood gates to finally open; she entered her sexual renaissance. And I was the nurturing beneficiary. After we’d gotten together, I had a work function in the city one night. It was one of those events where you talk to executives and clients; but you don’t really don’t want to be there. It was a formal and professional occasion so I was obligated, but it was outside of her working requirements. A few hours in, I’d had a few drinks and my tolerance for corporate small talk was waning. I’d sent her a photo of my suit and she’d responded instantly with a selfie of her tucked up in bed in tight summer pyjamas that hugged her slim, curvy body. Her long black framed her face, pouty lips accentuating her regret at being separated for the night. I made up my mind. “Come.” I texted her. “Put on a tight black dre
This happened a few months ago I stop at this gas station on my way home from work frequently and more often than not there is a chubby dark haired girl working the register. She's about 10-12 years younger than me (she's in her mid-late twenties), cute enough face, small tits for her size with a huge ass For weeks she would talk me up in a semi-flirty way and I'd sit and talk to her for a while. One night I had worked late and was coming home later than usual and stopped in. She told me she was getting off in twenty minutes and I made a lame joke about knowing she was going to "get off" which she laughed way too hard at. We ended up hooking up that night at her apartment.Things went great, we both had fun. She called me "daddy" a few times which I didn't love but she seemed to get off from it She bugged me a few more times about hooking up again but I never had time around her schedule. A few weeks later I stopped in and she had a friend she was talking to. I wasn't trying to list
I didn't tell him. That's the thing. Usually I do. Usually I bring it up early because I have learned the hard way that guys react better when they know upfront than when they find out later. I have had guys flip out on me. Like flip the fuck out. It's not fun. That is why I usually make sure people know as early as possible. But this guy. I honestly don't know why I didn't say anything I think I just got lost in the conversation. I was pretty into it I guess and I just forgot. I know that might sound crazy, but imagine if you had to remember to tell people "by the way i'm a girl" during a random conversation or something. We were at a bar and he was flirting with me hard and I was into it and the conversation moved fast and I just never found the opening. He was tall. Kind of muscular but not in a gym way. More like he actually uses his body for work. He had this confident smile and he kept touching my arm when he talked and I liked it a lot. He bought me a drink and then another
Dev has been fucking me for months. Regular thing. Nothing complicated. He comes over, we fuck, sometimes Cole is there, sometimes he's not. Standard arrangement. I've written about it before. What I haven't written about is the conversation we had two weeks ago where I told him to stop pulling out. We were in bed after he'd just finished. He'd pulled out and come on my stomach like he always does because that was the agreement. I was lying there looking at the ceiling with his cum drying on me and I felt annoyed. Not at him. Just. Annoyed. "I want you to cum inside me next time," I said. He propped himself up on one elbow. "You sure?" "I wouldn't say it if I wasn't sure." "Kim." "Dev." He looked at me for a long second and then he leaned down and kissed me and his hand slid between my legs where I was still wet and sensitive and he said "Yeah okay" against my mouth and I felt my whole body light up. Next time was two days later. A Friday night. Cole was out so it was just us
Okay so this is going to sound insane to most people but to us it's literally just normal life at this point lol. So I live in a triple. One room, three beds, three girls. Me, Yara, and Delilah. When we first moved in we tried SO hard to be respectful about it. Like waiting until the other two were in class or showering or whatever to get ourselves off. But this is college and our schedules overlap constantly and the room is TINY and eventually we all just kept walking in on each other. The first time I walked in on Yara she had her hand down her shorts watching something on her phone with her earbuds in and she didn't hear the door and I stood there for a solid three seconds before she noticed and yanked her hand out so fast she almost dislocated her shoulder lmaoo. She was mortified. I told her I didn't care and that I'd literally been doing the same thing twenty minutes ago in the shower. After the third or fourth time it happened to all of us we just had the conversation. Yara w
My friends and I, all in our 30s, gave DnD a try starting about a year and a half ago. I'm sure by some standards that's not a very long campaign, but by ours (new to the game) it felt like ages. We only get together once every 2 weeks at best, but whatever, it's a lot of fun. I'm the only one who's married, but two of my friends date a little, and the other two really don't at all (all males). Even the ones who date say it's hell out there, so it's still pretty rare for them to be seeing anyone. I was lucky enough to meet my wife in college, so yea, we got super lucky. My wife is gorgeous. Way hotter than me, but I treat her really well and we are best friends. I hit the jackpot to be honest. She knew all about the DnD campaign from me droning on about it during walks or over dinner, so she was well aware that my character was a warlock that summons demons, one of which is supposed to be a sexy succubus that feeds on male horniness basically and then turns that into an extra eldritch
I need a job that isn't retail because retail makes me want to die so when this sports bar near campus was hiring waitresses I applied. It's one of those places where the girls wear tiny shorts and tight tops and the whole point is guys come in to stare at your tits while they eat wings. You know the type. I figured perfect, I already like attention and I have the body for it. Quick thing about me. I'm kind of the alt girl. Black hair, dark makeup, dark nails, mostly wear black when I'm not in uniform. No tattoos or piercings, just the aesthetic. I've got big tits though, like really big for my frame, and in the uniform top they're basically on a shelf. My manager told me on day one that I'd "do well here" and she was looking directly at my chest when she said it. She was right. I made insane tips. Partly because I'm good at my job but mostly because I learned fast that if I leaned over a little longer clearing plates or "accidentally" brushed a guy's arm while setting his beer d
If someone had told me I'd be spending the night on the veranda with two groomsmen at my best friend's wedding, I'd have been shocked. I've always been the good girl in our group. That is, the one who makes sure no one overindulges, collects everyone's phones and purses, calls taxis, and reminds everyone that they have to go to work the next day. Even the bride's mother praised me all evening: "This is someone we should follow." I smiled modestly and adjusted the strap of my dress. The dress, by the way, was mint-colored, with an open back. I spent three weeks choosing it and was unsure until the very last minute if it was too bold. Anya said, "Take it, you look like a queen in it." Anya always makes all the decisions around here. The wedding turned out to be a big one. Seventy people, a country house rented for two days, a tent in the courtyard, live music, a toastmaster with below-the-belt jokes that everyone pretended not to hear. I was run
so I was supposed to be out the whole night but plans changed and I ended up back at the apartment around midnight. before I even got the door fully open I could hear her, like actually hear her, moaning loud through the wall, so I came in as quietly as I could. they were on the couch. her boyfriend had her legs pulled all the way up to his chest, holding them there, and was just absolutely railing her. the way they were positioned he was facing the door so he clocked me the second I walked in, but she had no idea I was there. the moment he saw me he started going harder. like immediately, visibly harder, slamming into her while keeping full eye contact with me lmaooo. he made a little gesture with his hand that she was drunk, so I stepped closer instead of leaving like a normal person. she had this tiny pink tank top on and it was basically see-through from sweat, like I could see everything, every bounce, her nipples completely hard, the whole thing. he lifted her up and started f
My father married when I was already nineteen. I was a sophomore then, living in the dorm, and coming home on weekends—just to do laundry, get a decent meal, and so on. My mother had left us even earlier, three years earlier, and my father was alone for a long time. I got used to the quiet house, the smell of old books and his tobacco, the same mug always standing in the kitchen, and dumplings and beer in the fridge. And then he called and said he was married. He just presented me with a fait accompli. I didn't even know how to react right away. I just asked, "Who?" He replied, "Come over and meet me." Her name was Irina. She was thirty-two. I remembered the number because it somehow immediately stuck out to me—thirty-two, and my father was forty-eight. I thought then: well, it happens. Anything can happen. Maybe she needs an apartment, maybe something else. Anyway, I didn't really worry about it. I had enough of my own problems—sessions, a part-time job, I h
I'll tell you how I fucked my former classmate, now a neurologist. It all started when I started having some strange pain in my groin. My wife said, "Go see a doctor, stop putting up with it." So, I made an appointment at a private clinic to avoid lines and prying eyes. I show up, sit in the hallway, and wait. The nurse calls out, "Come in, room twelve." I walk in and am stunned. Sitting at the desk is Olya Smirnova, my classmate about ten years ago. She's aged, sure, but not much. She still has the same bangs, but instead of jeans and a sweater, she's wearing a white coat. "Wow," I say. "Olya? Is that you?" She looked up, squinted, then smiled: - Oh, my God. I didn't think you'd end up here. Come on, sit down and tell me what's bothering you. I sat down and began to explain. She listened, nodded, and wrote something down. Then she said: - Okay, let's watch. Lie down on the couch and take off your pants. Well, I undressed.
A few months ago I started an FWB relationship with a girl I met on Hinge. We saw each other a few times every month and the sex was really good. But this story isn't about her, it's about her roommate. A girl named Olive (not her real name) shared the apartment with her so I had met her every now and then when I visited Eve, my FWB (also not her real name). From tome to time we had a chat, for instance in their kitchen in the morning. Eve and I kept our FWB thing pretty strict so we didn't spend more time than necessary with each other. We were attracted to each other but didn't want our thing to glide into a situationship or something like that. Meeting up, having sex, staying overnight nad leaving. No dinners together, no breakfast together. But her roomate Olive was a little bit more curious about me, I could sense that. Sje would greet me when I got to their apartment and offered me a coffee in the morning when we bumped into each other in the kitchen. Olive is very pretty. She
Quick thing about me so this makes sense. I'm alt-ish. Black hair, usually messy. I run every morning in a sports bra and shorts because I refuse to overheat and also because my tits are big enough that the cleavage in a sports bra is... noticeable. Like guys-tripping-on-the-sidewalk noticeable. I'm aware of this. I use it. Whatever. So there's this guy on my street. Dad of two. Wife works a lot. He's out in his yard almost every morning when I leave for my run. Watering plants, taking the trash out, whatever dads do at 7am. We started saying hi a few months ago and the hi turned into small talk and the small talk turned into actual conversations and somewhere along the way it got flirty. Nothing crazy. Just the kind of flirty where he'd say "you look good today" while I'm standing there in a sports bra with my tits practically spilling out and my black hair piled up in a messy bun and I'd smile too long and neither of us would say what we were actually thinking. He vents to me s
I’m 22. My older sister Nora is 25. Her best friend Sienna is also 25. They’ve been inseparable since high school. Both athletic, both ridiculously hot, and both the type who say whatever the fuck is on their mind. Last Saturday the power went out during a storm. Mom was stuck at work. Nora and Sienna showed up soaked from the rain, laughing, dripping on the kitchen floor. Nora had twisted her ankle pretty bad trying not to fall on the wet driveway. Sienna was basically carrying her. They crashed on the living room couch. Nora’s ankle was already swelling. Sienna helped her peel off the wet leggings and sports bra. I tried to look away. Failed. Nora caught me staring and just smirked. “You’ve seen worse. Come help.” I iced her ankle while Sienna changed into one of Nora’s oversized shirts. No bra. No shorts. Just the shirt and black panties. Nora was in a tank and panties. Both of them stretched out on the big couch like they owned the place. At some point Sienna started co
Note: I have somehow been lucky enough to have a lot of sex, so I wanted to document some of these experiences. They are all 100% true (except names). Just as a point of reference, there is nothing at all special about me physically (6'1, 210, shaved head, blue eyes, tattoos, athletic build) But as my friends often say, i have fallen into more than my unfair share of sex than anyone they know- Julie and I had originally met at work, which is probably why nothing sexual had ever happened between us, that and a 15 year age gap. 8 years later and still just platonic friends, she had just come out of an ugly divorce, when she decided to have a baby on her own through IVF. After settling into new motherhood, we had made a plan for me to stop by so we could catch up, as we had both been busy. When I got there, we said our hello’s- damn I forgot how attractive she was. Julie is probably 5’5, 120 pounds, but with a really small waist and the type of ass that women all talk shit about and s
My name is Vera. This is the story of how I ordered new wallpaper and received something completely different. My husband, Andrey, had been promising to renovate our bedroom for six months. One less-than-ideal day, tired of listening to his excuses about being busy, I simply hired a crew. More precisely, one person—Timur. A friend recommended him, praising his skill and reasonable prices. My husband reacted to my high-handedness with a sluggish air: "Okay, let him try. Just don't bother me with all this nonsense; let him figure it out himself." Timur arrived on Monday morning. Tall, calm, with calloused palms and a piercing brown gaze. Compared to my perpetually tired husband, hunched over his laptop, he looked like an alien from a planet where men still have arms growing out of their shoulders. For the first two days, I watched him with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. He did everything himself: removing old furniture, stripping wallpaper, and spackling the walls.