Soooooo this one happened a while ago when I needed a decent headshot for work. Nothing crazy, just something I had to submit to go on my little ID card thingy in my new job. I recruited the help of Daniel (my photography nerd friend from university) and dressed myself up a white blouse, a tidy skirt, and a little bit of makeup. The plan was to take two or three photos and pick the least awkward. But we ended up taking a lot more than that. Anyway, when I got to his apartment he’d actually rearranged his entire living room; moved the couch back, unfolded a three-panel room divider with a grid pattern and draped a fuzzy cream throw over a low stool. Two softboxes bathed everything in a pale neutral glow. Complete overkill, but it kinda made me feel a little special, which was nice! “It's for my own practice too,” he shrugged. “People are scary to photograph! I want to make sure I get it right!” I smiled. “I’m not scary, am I?” His eyes flicked down to my blouse, which was admitted
Recently, I moved into a new apartment. I had been looking for a place for some time, and this one was perfect great commute to work, peaceful neighborhood. On the first day, I met my roommate. We had seen each other briefly before when I was still searching. She seemed nice, maybe even a little shy. When I finally moved in, it took a few days to unpack and get used to the new place. She really helped me with everything—unpacking, moving things, etc. As she helped, we talked a lot. At first, she was a little withdrawn, but it turned out we had similar hobbies. We were both into running and even liked the same video games. We started talking more every day, but everything stayed on friendly terms. At this point, nothing seemed unusual. Maybe after a week, I stayed up a little late, and as I was going to sleep, I heard some quiet noises. A low buzzing and soft muffled moans. I couldn’t sleep. It lasted an hour, maybe two, before it went quiet. Things like that started to happen more an
One of the most enjoyable moments is always the brief moment before the first kiss. That moment when everything can go wrong. An inept guy, bad breath, rough lips. But if everything goes perfectly, the first kiss is unlikely to be forgotten. That time everything was exactly like that, but the first night was something out of the ordinary, namely turning into a slave, but it is better to start from the very beginning. My name is Vika. I am a simple girl from the suburbs and fortunately I managed to enter a capital university. My appearance is quite decent, not without flaws. But they can be attributed to the lack of physical exercise. There is nothing extremely unsuccessful. An ordinary, tall student 175 cm, with small breasts of the 2nd size, a slightly convex bottom and a slender, but not trained body. Not a blonde and not a brunette. This is something in between the two extremes. So now I am in my third year and recently I was lucky to meet a graduate of this university, whose nam
I M25 went on vacation a few months ago. We did a Roadtrip with a couple of friends. One of the girls also a friend of mine was always the “hot girl” of the group. Blonde blue eyes perfect body and overall just super nice and cute. Since I joined this friendgroup she always had a boyfriend and at his point I knew her for a while so I naturally never had any intentions with her. We were just good friends and at this point and I knew her for so long that I never thought there was something between us. Well, that kinda changed during this trip. On the third day after a lot of driving we didn’t manage to find a proper hotel in the evening so we decided to sleep in a cheaper hostel place. In the hostel we only were able to book a room with two double beds so two guys and a girl slept in one bed and me and the friend I was talking about took the other. We slept in beds together before so it wasn’t a big deal for us. We were all exhausted from the long drive so everyone agreed to sleep ear
One of the most enjoyable moments is always the brief moment before the first kiss. That moment when everything can go wrong. An inept guy, bad breath, rough lips. But if everything goes perfectly, the first kiss is unlikely to be forgotten. That time everything was exactly like that, but the first night was something out of the ordinary, namely turning into a slave, but it is better to start from the very beginning. My name is Vika. I am a simple girl from the suburbs and fortunately I managed to enter a capital university. My appearance is quite decent, not without flaws. But they can be attributed to the lack of physical exercise. There is nothing extremely unsuccessful. An ordinary, tall student 175 cm, with small breasts of the 2nd size, a slightly convex bottom and a slender, but not trained body. Not a blonde and not a brunette. This is something in between the two extremes. So now I am in my third year and recently I was lucky to meet a graduate of this university, whose nam
Okay so I go to the gym to scout out gym bros to fuck. Y'all already know that so I don't have to explain how much of a huge slut I am, but just now that it's all I ever think about. So when a nice man starting making eyes at me at the gym I was ecstatic. I was giving him some smiles and eventually went over to him to make some small talk. He said he had a small personal studio at his place, but he liked going to the gym to meet people. I asked if I could see his personal gym at home and he happily escorted me out of the gym and into his car. So, I walked into this stranger's apartment and I am immediately struck by the fact that it's on the nice side of town. It's full of expensive looking shit and he immediately takes me to a gym that takes up an entire room in his house. It's full of free weights and benches and every little fitness tool they have up at the gym, he had it there. He came up behind me and put his hands on my hips. I pressed my ass back against him and felt him start
Growing up, friends of my parents come and go. They would have tea in the afternoon, or drinks at the late of night. Our house was always filled with people no matter the day of the week or time of the day. But out of all of them, Johanna stood out most to me. She was undoubtedly a woman of class and character. Since I was young, she had always looked stunning, lighting up the room as soon as she stepped in. Her long wavy hair would graze the air, big brown eyes looking at you intently, her body was curvy and voluptuous — the kind that was meant for men, not boys. It’s a long standing surprise that she did not marry. Naturally, everyone had their speculations. But the men did not care for it, and continue to woo her constantly. Aunt Johanna, as we kids called her, was always nice to me, often inviting me to adult conversations and giving me snacks she brought from her travels. One day, I was back home from college over the weekend. My laundry cycle just started, so I was left there
Like all anonymous storytellers, I will introduce myself to you by a false name, because my safety depends on it, which you will understand after reading my own story of sex-cheating with a loving but very jealous husband. My name is Svetlana, I am 32 years old and for this age I have a simply magnificent body, especially my butt and firm second-size breasts, which have been crazy about since university. To be honest, I married Sergey (my husband) for convenience, because before I got a high-paying job in the HR company, I really needed money and a loved one. We never had anything special with Sergey, and even our sex was quite banal due to his widespread religiosity - he did not want me in the ass, and I just pine for the anus. Because in addition to sexual hypocrisy, my husband is also not averse to getting physical in a fit of jealous anger, because in his understanding I flirt with each of his friends and the last time I kicked him out of the house, for a while. Of course, we co
There is a married guy in my neighborhood that I’ve fucked a few times. I know he’s married even though he slips off his ring because there are pictures all over his house and the last time we fucked she nearly walked in on him balls deep inside of me. A sane person would say it’s too risky to keep going to him after almost being caught but I've never claimed to be sane. I went over to his place again and he was more than happy to show me back to the bedroom. He said we didn’t have much time but I can’t be rushed. I am usually determined to cum because what is the point if I don’t get off? I was having a lot of fun to be honest, I was being a little dominate. I made him take all his clothes off for me before I ever took a stitch off. I pushed him onto his back on the bed and straddled his hips. I threw my shirt off and wiggled my skirt further up my hips. His cock was hard below me, pressing against me through my panties. That was the only barrier between us now and I know he was los
I got a relatively exotic name Elina. A seemingly respectable wife, 35 years old. A couple of years ago, I got tired of the measured life of my loving husband Vitya and took my appearance seriously. Diligent training, jogging for tens of kilometers did their job. Now I am a real milf. A nice slim figure, big breasts and a lush ass. Basically, there is everything to please the eye of the spouse and have sex regularly. But no matter how hard I tried, no makeup, no sexy lingerie - my intimate life did not return to its previous course. About 7 years ago, we fucked like rabbits, and now once a month, this is already happiness. At this time, I realized that monogamy is a primeval evil! In my opinion, it is she who killed all the pleasure that can only be obtained from sex. It didn't take long before I turned into a real bitch. The office staff hated me, my husband was constantly offended and didn't talk. People call it "undersexing." And everything would have continued li
I (m18) was at my friends 19th birthday party with my girlfriend (f18). We were down at the local campground, camping for the night. My girlfriend and I were sleeping in the back of my car. We were laying together, her body back up against mine, when I got an erection. It pressed up against her ass, and I heard her gasp a little when I pushed into her. We started doing foreplay, kissing and rubbing and all that, and I pulled her pants down alongside mine, continuing foreplay with my cock pressed against her. Eventually, I flipped her onto her stomach and started pressing up on top of her. Kissing her back and neck, rubbing my hands along her body. I had my cock between her butt cheeks, when I noticed she would gasp a little harder when my cock head got close to her ass. Just to test the waters, I moved the head up and down, pressing into her asshole, and sure enough, she liked it. I got one of my fingers wet, started fingering her, adding more as I went, until eventually she let
hey reddit, everyone is 18 here. so i've known this guy, let's call him jake, for like two years now. we're super close friends, always hanging out, sharing secrets, that kind of thing. his girlfriend dumped him a week ago, and he's been moping around, but i couldn't help but think about all the stories i'd heard. his ex and a couple of his past hookups used to brag about how good his dick was, l**ike seriously, they'd say he had this thick, veiny cock** **hes been pretty sad lately so figured why not comfort him in a way that benefits us both. so i invited him over to my place last night, said we'd watch movies and drink to take his mind off her.** \--- we started on the couch, popping open some beers, and he's venting about how she was always complaining about dumb shit. i listened, nodding, but my mind was already wandering to what was under his jeans. after a while, i scooted closer, put my hand on his thigh, and said, "jake, you deserve someone who appreciates you." he
Man, I’m still reeling that this happened, I honestly never thought I’d ever be in this position. It’s both exciting and terrifying, to be honest. I’ve known her through work long before I met my wife, and had a crush on her for a while. She’s this tiny little Latina, super smart and bubbly personality, not like me at all but we have overlapping interests, so we get along well. However she’s been with the same guy since before I’ve known her, and I never thought she could ever have eyes for me. So pretty quickly I told myself it was never going to happen, and I buried any wants or desires I had, and we’ve remained good friends. I attended her wedding, and she attended mine. She left work a few years ago after giving birth to her son, so I don’t see her too often anymore. But she does stop by work from time to time to use our professional grade printers, and sometimes I stop by her house to drop off some baked goods my wife makes, which is where we usually catch up. My last visit a f
*If my wife ever reads this, she’ll kill me.* When we lived in London, when my wife was still my girlfriend, her younger sister would come over to the UK from Poland to stay with us every summer, during her months-long break from university. She’d come to practise her English and to earn decent money by working temporary jobs we’d help her get. It would be cramped, three of us living in a one-bedroom place, but we made it work. And she was fun to be around, my wife’s younger sister, she was relaxed and funny, plus she cooked for us. And, of course, she was gorgeous. I’ll call her Lena. Lena’s seven years younger than my wife (she was older than 18 when this happened, don’t worry). They look broadly similar, tall, slender, blonde, beautiful. When she stayed with us, I had to keep reminding myself that Lena was essentially my younger sister, especially when I found my eye straying to her, when I found myself checking her out. Lena sure didn’t make it easy though. She often wore tight
I'm 38, divorced, and living by myself. He is 19 year old, young, rough, and has such an amazing libido. We met at my son's birthday party and I gave him a blow job in the bathroom and then I gave him my number and told him to cal me. The next day he got in contact me, came over and fucked me until I was drooling and blabbering from all the orgasms I was having. I had been extremely sexually frustrated. Ever since then, every day, he has been coming over to my place after his classes and he has literally been fucking my brains out. Recently, however, he suddenly had the urge to record him fucking me and he said he wanted to post them online. The idea does turn me on quite a bit, because I mod for a few NSFW reddit subs where lots of women post their sexy nudes and sex videos on the internet. Even though I posted them before, I've since stopped after I became a mom. I just think it's something that's immoral and unbefitting of a mom. So initially I told him no. But last night as he wa
My girlfriend and her roommate couldn’t be more different. Paige, my girlfriend is so sweet, caring and polite. Hailey, the roommate is loud, selfish and rude. Paige is a submissive slut for me but nobody would ever be able to tell. Meanwhile Hailey has no filter, she’ll tell anyone who will listen about her most recent one night stand or best past hookups. Looks wise they’re also completely different, but both incredibly hot. Paige is tall and blonde with wide hips and a fat ass, toned from years of track and field. Hailey is tiny with long ginger hair, at 5 foot nothing she was a former cheereader perfect for throwing around. As Paige’s boyfriend, I’m round their apartment most weekends and have really gotten sick of Hailey. Paige is too nice to say anything but Hailey is a bad flatmate, she never does her share of the chores, leaves the place a mess and is generally rude to my girlfriend. She’s gets away with being rude and selfish through the most extroverted and loud personalit
This story happened to me many years ago. It was the year two thousand. My mother and I worked in the same organization. She had one friend there. At that time, she was closer to fifty, but despite the numbers, she was very slender, about seventy-five meters tall, weighing, I think, up to fifty-five kg, and had size four breasts. In short, as they say, she was in good condition and this person’s name was Irina. At that time, her husband, with whom she had lived for quite a long time, abandoned her and she was in a trance. But time took its toll and she slowly came to her senses. Sometimes my mother and I started talking about Irina, naturally not on my initiative, and I learned small but interesting details about her life. She was born in another city, got married in order to move to Moscow and get a residence permit. And as it turned out, Madame was always rather weak in the front. And she had a daughter, Olga, a couple of years younger than me. I didn’t know her, but only saw he
Tara contacted me on Wednesday with details about her mom. She had talked to her mom about a man she trusted to be good to her and would be excited, extremely caring for her needs and be an exceptional lover to her. She could tell that her mother was skeptical about the situation but after more talking, Linda, her mom, was actually a little excited. Also, she didn't tell her it was me but did say I was married and my wife was completely fine with it. I texted Tara Thursday to have her mom to dress casually and to be ready to go out to eat at 6. This was a suggestion of my wife to get Linda comfortable with the situation and to get to know me a little better. Once I arrived at Linda's house, she was definitely surprised to see me. She was confused at first and reluctantly went out with me. Even though we didn't know each other that well, she still felt awkward about the situation. Our casual dinner went well and we talked about her divorce and what could happen later on. Linda knew
I have a long, sad history, of dating the wrong men, and I have a bad habit of overlooking a lot of red flags for these men so long as they can make me laugh, are attractive, and the sex is good. This particular story involves one of these wrong men that I used to date several years ago. He was immature, and selfish, and often times acted as if my boundaries were more suggestions than hard limits. And I was guilty of letting that slide for the aforementioned reasons. I liked having sex with him. One such example of his complete disregard for me is that he took a video of me giving him a blowjob. I don't like having my picture taken, and i especially don't like being recorded, but he ignored that because he is an asshole. I gave him a hard time, but ultimately I knew it would lead to sex and I was horny so I stupidly let it slide. Cut to a few weeks later and I went with him to a social event at someone's house. I barely knew anyone there except for the few of his friends I had met
Before we got home the next day, my mother called and said she was at our house and sent the babysitter home so we didn't get to see Tara. The first thing my wife did was find the vibrator. She told me Tara didn't clean it off and her dried up juices were covering it. We didn't see Tara for a few days until after New Year's. My wife received a text from Tara, telling us she would be at her parents alone and wanted us to come over the next day. Both of us called out of work and after dropping the kids at school, we went to see Tara. Tara greeted us at the door in a beautiful silk robe. She asked if we wanted anything to drink and both of us declined. "Since you two don't want anything to drink, we might as well get started." She turned and walked away from us. She dropped the robe and was completely naked. She bent over at the waist and we could see a pink jewel in her ass. She turned, looked at us, winked then walked off. My wife and I quickly followed her. We followed Tara in