Backstory - my gf’s best friend (J) has seen me and my gf have sex before and almost joined in. Since then me and J have had sexual chemistry, showing each other our nudes, talking about sex etc. The night. My gf’s best friend is on my shift at work. My gf works the same shifts but in a different area, so she wasn’t invited to our Christmas night out. Me, J and a few others met up for some pre drinks at a bar. J looked unreal, and complimented me on how I looked. Drinks flowed and I noticed what I thought was J wearing tights, I mentioned to her how unusual that was and she replied “I’m not, feel”. That was the start. I stroked her thigh, feeling myself get aroused as J smirked and said “see, it’s just good fake tan”. I’ll cut to the main part. Me and J were separated at dinner, however she came over after the meal and sat next to me, drunkenly kissing my cheek and telling me she missed me. She sat next to me, with the other girl beside me leaving, leaving just me and J. I com
I’m a mom in my late 30s. All of my kids are now in college, which is really how this whole thing started. I’ve lived kind of a crazy life and I never got a chance to attend myself, so in many ways I’m sort of living the college experience through them. In the past two months alone, I have hooked up with not one, not two, but three of my kids close friends. The first was one of my older son’s best friends. He’s a quiet, academic type who is going to school to be an engineer. I’m not sure if he was a virgin or not prior to us hooking up, but he definitely didn’t seem all that experienced to me. He was at my place playing video games and waiting for my son to get back from row practice when it happened. I brought him a snack and we got to talking, and eventually the subject drifted to girls. He told me has never been that lucky in that department, so being the nice woman I am I offered to lend him a hand…and a few holes…to help with that. We had a quickie in my living room and
So my wife and I have been married for a year, and our marriage is great... Besides in the sex department. She loves sex to be sensual and slow and vanilla for the most part, but I love being absolutely primal and filthy and naughty in public... So sex is less frequent than either of us wish. Then came Thanksgiving and her sister Claire's 18th birthday. My wife and I are just sitting on the couch when I get a text from Claire. It's a mirror selfie of her in a tight red corset on her knees, with the caption "just begging for a little attention" I freeze. Then a moment later she sends back "oh shit! Sorry, wrong person!! Don't tell Alice!" Thank God. I genuinely thought she was trying to flirt with me. That would've been bad... Right? I start to think about what she looks like under that corset and find myself thinking about her like I never have before. I text back "worse things could happen! Your secret is safe with me!" Still fantasizing about Claire, I walk over to the bathro
*When reading this, keep in mind I’ve been to therapy and I’m a far better person now.* People always want to psychoanalyze why I’ve fucked more men than women if I truly have no preference. The answer is pretty simple: men are very easy to use for sex and I’m a sex addict. I’ve had a lot of struggles in this life, but getting a man to sleep with me wasn’t one of them. My old roommate said I was born with a “different gene” that made it possible for me to seduce just about anyone. When I was single I had seduction down to a damn art. How did I do it? It’s actually pretty easy. Bring up sex gradually and wait for a reciprocal response. Being blonde and cute also helped. Rejection was rare for me. When I was younger I took advantage of this. I loved bringing powerful men to knees in a literal sense. It became a hobby that was not unlike a kink. I would hit on people for the hell of it, and fuck with men constantly. Sometimes I would seduce people and get them to to edge and th
This happened about 10 years ago, but another sexy redditor's story reminded me of it and I thought you might enjoy. It was a Friday night and I'd met up with an old college friend who had had been living in the same city I recently moved to. She was a really cool girl who was stunningly gorgeous but we were strictly platonic. (Once at a college party she'd drank too much and I was taking care of her, stroking her hair. She looked up and said, earnestly, 'OP, I love you, but we will never fuck.' It was such an absurd ill-timed comment that it cracked us both up and became a running gag.) Anyway, we're out at a bar that always had a mix of college kids, townies, and middle aged folks who are still trying to hang. It's a fun group. I'm out dancing with her and her girlfriends, generally making a fool of myself when this older woman - late 40s, if I had to guess - comes over and says something to the effect of, "you're cute but with all these hot girls... don't suppose you wanna danc
... Everything goes to this, and both understand what they want, but he hesitates, fearing refusal, and she, fearing that she will break loose and lose respect for herself. Although it sounds strange, but upbringing imposed its own stereotypes. She feels that time is against her, and his presence makes her feel wild. Desire lives at the bottom of the abdomen, but the higher it is, the stronger the position of the mind, and this imbecile division is enough across the board. I want to cover my face with my hands, fall on the bed and lose consciousness, ... well, at least he would help - at least something, why is he so slow!? ... Finally, he came up, talking about nothing, "walking" around, but this is already something. The most important thing is to wait until his lips touch hers. Doesn't he see that it SHOULD be done, otherwise the languor will simply kill her desire. He ran his hand along his thigh... okay, but not enough for open provocation... why is he so indecisive? Feelings ar
Gently sitting in a chair, you felt long-accumulated fatigue and a great desire to leave, to fly away from this bustling world. Closing your eyes for a moment, you imagined my hands gently gliding over your arms, the edge of your clothes and, as if in continuation (it was so natural), along the juicy girlish legs. My touch was soft and desirable. You suddenly felt such a wonderful bliss, such a blissful calmness, a surge of violent fantasy and primal desire. The body trembled in anticipation of the fabulous bliss. Fatigue disappeared, as if there had never been a hard, stressful day behind. Your lips parted, revealing a small mouth and a scarlet tongue fluttering in anticipation. Slowly, I touched my lips to yours and my palm became bolder to touch your legs, and then, quite by accident, it turned out to be under your short skirt. There everything breathed heat, but it was so cozy that I could not take my hand out of there until the next day. I pushed my hand even deeper. I immediate
It had been three days since I saw the photograph. Three days since my mother, pale as dying ghost, snatched the picture from my hand and said, “we’ll talk about it later.” Suddenly it was later. My heart raced when I heard her voice through my bedroom door, and my cock jumped. “Can I come in?” My brain had to win out over my body here. I took a deep breath, trying not to suddenly get hard knowing my mom was coming in to have a conversation about what I saw. I was a mature 19 year old man with at least some experience with women. I should be able to control myself. “Yeah, come in.” So far so good. The door opened and she smiled at me, wearing a loose t-shirt and faded old jeans, nothing crazy. I could do this. But then, I saw the photograph, in her hand as she closed the door behind her despite the fact that both my sister and I were out of the house. She sat down next to me on the edge of my bed as I set the controller in my hand down, trying my best to keep calm. This was norm
Hi, hello. I'm bed ridden and bored, Rona finally got me that son of a bitch. I'm here to tell you about a couple firsts for me. Get ready to read what has been replaying in my mind for the past month and now that I have the time to write this shit out I hope you enjoy it as much as I did... I had been texting Amy for 2 weeks before we set our set date to do a boudoir style photoshoot, she is the cousin of one of my teammates who does wedding photography but is trying to expand her portfolio. I'm laughing now because I totally believed I would never be brave enough to do something like this. You know being naked and posing in front of a camera, held by someone who's a stranger to me but Amy just has this effect on you. You'll see. Her looks are intimidating. Tall, skinny, gorgeous. Jet black hair with the bluest eyes that you can't stop staring into behind a big ol' pair of hipster glasses resting on her face. One of the reasons she looks so badass is because other than her face and
Im a relatively experienced curvy bisexual woman, so I’ve been with women before. Majority of the women I’ve been with have also been Bi, and less experienced, so it’s mostly been eating pussy and finger banging while making out. Unfortunately for me, I’d never been able to work out the logistics of scissoring/tribbing. Have attempted, but they’ve always gotten self conscious and wanted to give up before finding the right position/s. But, I think because it has evaded me, I have been obsessed with wanting to know what it feels like to have another woman grind her sweet wet pussy on mine. I even went so far as hiring a bi escort to help me out - turns out I was her first solo lady client, and she had no idea either. Well, that was until last Friday night. Full disclosure, I have a male partner who I am in an ENM relationship with, and we have in recent times been exploring the local swinging scene. We’ve taken a shine to a particular young couple, with the F half and I texting regula
I have been with my wife since we were kids. because of this I am very close to her family. I'm fact I briefly dated her one of herittle sisters, Lexi, I'm high school before I got together with my wife. But that was a very long time ago. Lexi is grown up and a few years ago she was pregnant. She was single, the dad flaked out and didn't want anything to do with the responsibility, but Lexi is one tough chick, and she handled it better than most. She was progressing nicely and absolutely glowing and beautiful. We were all so happy for her. Around 8 months or so she made it known that she wanted to have some nice pregnancy photos taken. Since I was a professional photographer at the time, I told her I'd me more than happy to help. I didn't normally do pregnancy portrait, I was a product photographer mostly, so I did some research and found some really nice examples to show her that we could try. Now when you start looking up fine art pregnancy portraits, you'll notice a trend. T
I entered my apartment after work. I got off an hour early so I had made it home in record time, avoiding rush hour traffic. It was 7 in the morning so my roommate, Hannah, was getting up for work. She had moved in a couple of months ago after her roommate had decided to move in with her boyfriend, leaving Hannah without a place to live. My ex and I had just broken up at that point and she had moved out. Hannah was a friend of a friend that I had met a few times before. She seemed to be a nice and responsible girl so when approached about renting out my extra room to her I thought why the hell not. She was a couple years younger than me and was pretty quiet and kept to herself. We rarely saw each other due to our opposite schedules except for maybe a few minutes in the morning as I was getting in and she was leaving, or in the evening when the reverse was true. I shut the door behind me and kicked off my boots at our shoe rack before making my way into the kitchen. The apartment was op
Me and my boyfriend have been together for just over a year and have an incredible sex life. He’s bought the slut out in me and I absolutely love it. When we were first together he told me about his fantasy to share me with his best friend, we had all known each other for so long and I found him hot so I almost instantly agreed. I’ve now been shared by them 3 times. The first was a while ago when drunk at my bf’s house, my bf was using my vibrator on me over my thong in his bedroom when his best friend walked in, he then held the vibrator himself and one thing led to another and they both fucked me. The second time was in someone else’s house after a party, the three of us were sharing the same bed. I was sleeping between them both and again one thing led to another and they both ended up double penetrating my 😽 The third happened just yesterday. He slept round ours the night before and in the morning I was taking a shower. After about 5 minutes they both walk in, without even s
The first time I did it by accident, but now I look forward to the holidays or drinking parties. The most important thing is that my mom was there, as she is a big fan of such gatherings. My daddy usually immediately turns off after a couple of glasses and retires to sleep, and in the courtyard of our house or in a large room, the feast usually continues and, of course, my beloved mother is the ringleader. Well, then later... This spring I turned 18, so they began to allow me to the table, although they didn’t offer me a drink or pour it, but the very atmosphere of these adult parties acted excitingly. And then one day, in early May, they saw off the guests, dad had been sleeping in the bedroom for a long time, mom gave me a bunch of instructions and a request to wash the dishes. She herself lay down in a large room on the sofa, like watching TV. I washed the dishes quickly, went into the hall, and I look, and my mother is lying on her right side and snoring quietly, like in a comple
Recently, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my mother and her friend Victoria, more precisely Aunt Vicki. After the night, I decided to lie down to rest, but then the doorbell rang. Thinking that I was alone in the house, I went downstairs. But there the mother had already opened the door, in the opening of which appeared the smiling face of Aunt Vika. She's in her 50s, I don't know exactly by how long. Lives with her husband Sergeevich for thirty years. A quiet, silent little man, ten years older than her, or maybe more, but he looks quite strong. They have a daughter, but after graduating from the institute she went somewhere over the hill, where she got married and nothing but calls. She often visits her mother to chat. They both went out of the house and went under the shed. But since Aunt Vika is a very interesting storyteller of all sorts of stories, I decided to drink tea in the kitchen, sitting under the window overlooking the canopy. Where I am completely invisib
Adam and I got together when I was 23, during our first time at Glastonbury Festival. We made out during Flaming Lips, and we kept making out, and kept seeing each other, until it became clear to us and everyone around us that we were indeed in a relationship. He was a couple of years younger than me. It was fun for several months. We’d talked about going back for our first anniversary, but by that time things had gotten pretty sour. We were arguing constantly; Adam’s drinking was taking a toll. I wasn’t enjoying drinking that much, and usually opted to retreat to the bedroom when he inevitably insisted on getting some cans in. It made him irritable and hostile, which (as well as finding empty Oranjeboom cans all over the house I shared with two friends who weren’t that keen on him) made me irritable and hostile. So we fought a lot. I told him that I wasn’t prepared to get drunk in a field for three days with things the way they are. He went by himself, and I spent our anniversary watc
I can remember the first time I had experienced my first uncircumcised cock. I was 33 and at a girlfriends new house for a swim party. I had the urge to pee while swimming so I ran around the house looking for the rest room. When I opened the door to what I thought was the bathroom, it was my girlfriends bedroom instead. To my surprise, I found my girlfriend Lori, showing her husbands large cock to another girlfriend. He stood in front of them as they knelt beside the bed staring at what Lori had always bragged to us about. Whenever we got on the subject of sex, she would always bring up stories about her husband Greg's, uncircumcised cock and how they were better than the tightly circumcised ones. We never listened to her and believed that all males born in the United States were suppose to be circumcised at birth anyway. That was just the way we did things here in the United States. I was embarrassed and turned to head out when Lori ran up and grabbed my arm. She whispered in a sof
TW. Disclaimer and fore-word: my very close friend and I had sex the last time we met up, I came inside her every night for the 4 nights we stayed together. However a few weeks after that meet up she was unfortunately raped and she ended up developing a rape-kink which she told me she’d like to explore when we met up again. Full consent and a safe-word was enforced during this encounter that happened last month (alternate names have been used): We met up again, had an apartment to ourselves again with separate bedrooms. The first night. We were watching movies and I broke the tension by leaning in to kiss her. Messy, sloppy kissing ensues as we suck on each other’s tongues and take turns sucking each other’s necks, gasping in pleasure at each other’s techniques. I want to experience her tits again as I lift her tshirt up and grope her breasts through her bra. I’ve missed how they feel in my hands. I move my head towards them and lower her bra, revealing her perfect nipples. She grabs
My little sister Denise (29) and I bumped into each other at a party at my coworkers lake house. A friend I met at work and have known for years owns a big house on the water and throws these massive parties. The drinks flow, the music bumps, everyone has a wild time. My pal invites me for one of his epic summer gatherings. At the same time, my little sister Denise is getting invited to the same party by a gal pal she works with. Turns out her girlfriend and my pal are cousins. My family is close, as you know. But we don’t live together and we don’t always discuss plans. I had no idea she was going. It’s the night of the party, and there’s about fifty people spread throughout the house, the pool and patio, and out on the beach. I showed up late. My buddy greeted me at the door with a few beers already down the hatch. He offers to introduce me to everyone and we start making our way through the crowd. After greeting everyone inside we went out onto the back deck. As he’s int
My best friend is a nerd. Full on watches video essays about black holes, gets hyped for board game nights, owns multiple anime hoodies kind of nerd. We've been close since freshman year, completely platonic, never hooked up, never even came close. He's had maybe one girlfriend ever and gets flustered when anyone says the word "blowjob" at a party. It's cute I guess. Quick thing about me. I have great tits. I know that's a weird thing to announce but it's relevant lol. They're big, they sit nice, and multiple people have told me they're "distracting." I bring this up because this man has never seen them and they played a starring role in what happened. Thursday he texts me that he fractured two fingers on his right hand during a basketball game. Splint, painkillers, can't do anything by himself. I drove over, helped him eat, wrapped his splint in plastic so he could shower. Normal stuff. After his shower I heard him call my name from the bathroom. Quiet. Embarrassed. I opened