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
I live with two guys. I know, I know. I found the listing online when I was desperate for a place and it was cheap and close to campus and I figured worst case they’d be messy and I’d have to clean the bathroom twice a week. Best case I’d have two built-in friends. What actually happened was neither of those things. About three months in I lost my weekend shifts and couldn’t make rent. I told Emilio (the one whose family owns the apartment) and he said don’t worry about it, him and Callum would cover me until I figured it out. They didn’t even hesitate. Sweetest guys on the planet about it, no pressure, no weird energy, just “we got you.” I felt guilty. Started talking to Emilio about how I’d pay him back eventually, make it up to him somehow. We were on the couch drinking beer and the “make it up to you” part got flirty and the flirty part got specific and twenty minutes later I was on my knees between his legs with his cock in my mouth and my hand on his thigh and he was grippi
The whole gang left around two o'clock. Andrey went home—"early tomorrow, bro, you'll figure it out yourself." Katya stayed behind. She said it was scary to catch a taxi looking like this, that the sofa was fine, that "I'll just lie down for half an hour." I was sitting in the kitchen, finishing my beer and staring into the dark crevice of the living room. She was lying sideways on the couch, facing the back. Her dress had ridden up almost to her thigh. One leg was bent, the other slightly extended. Between them were black panties, a thin strip of fabric that concealed nothing if you looked long enough. I watched long enough. Katya is Andrey's girlfriend. Not just an acquaintance. The one he kissed in the kitchen an hour ago, the one whose waist he held while she laughed. And now she's here, drunk, warm, sleeping on my couch, my hard-on already pressing against my crotch. I didn't realize it right away. She'd truly passed out. Then I saw h
I had been hiding it since sophomore year, which was a stupid amount of work for something that was just anatomy. Big didn’t cover it. Girlfriends tapped out. One of them laughed, then stopped laughing, then said she was not putting that in her ass and I should stop asking. I stopped asking. I did not stop wanting it. Anal was the thing I jerked off to and never got, because the second someone saw me hard, they renegotiated the whole night. The worst part was who I wanted it from. Sienna … Nineteen, a year under me, and … wait for it, my sister! Same house, same mom and same Wi-Fi. I knew it was wrong every time I thought it. I thought it anyway. College in name only for her. She took two classes and spent the rest of the week filming. Here comes the second surprise, she’s an OF girl, and a pretty damn good one. Mom knew about the OnlyFans. We were that kind of open, which meant Mom said “be safe, pay your taxes, don’t use the kitchen” and then went to work like her daughter wasn’t g
I want to tell another story about how the most ordinary people unexpectedly discover new dimensions of pleasure. My wife, Irina, and I are 34 and 29. I work in IT, and she's a speech therapist. We're a perfectly ordinary couple: I'm a little overweight but try to stay in shape, and Irina has short brown hair, small B-cup breasts, and a sporty butt. She's shy, but over the years, she's become more trusting of me in bed. Our friends were Pasha and Lena. Pasha was 38, a long-haul truck driver, a big man with a beer belly. Lena was his wife, 31, a brunette with C-cup breasts and wide hips. They were simpler than us, but it was precisely this simplicity that attracted us. Pasha was never shy about his words, and Lena would easily slap me on the butt or sit on Irina's lap and start whispering in her ear. We rented a friend's dacha—an old wooden house with a sauna, a swimming pool, and a huge terrace covered in wild grapes. We arrived on Friday evening and imme
so i matched with this guy online a couple days ago and we had been talking for maybe like two days before he invited me over. he was cute and forward and i was already horny so i ended up being pretty direct with him that i was down to fuck. i'm hypersexual like that sometimes. i just get into these headspaces where i need it and nothing else is going to fix it. i drove over to his place and he opened the door and he was taller than his pictures which was nice. but then i walked in and there was another guy sitting on the couch playing video games who was his roommate. he looked up at me and then looked at the guy i matched with and you could tell this wasn't planned. "i thought you were going out tonight" the guy said to him. the roommate just shrugged and said "plans fell through." it was kind of awkward for like ten seconds. the guy i matched with looked at me like he was sorry and i could tell he was embarrassed. but honestly i didn't care at all. i thought the roommate was cute
So this happened two days ago and I'm literally still tasting him lol I need to talk about it My best friend Soren turned 20 and had a small thing at his house after class, just our friend group, snacks, cake, no alcohol because we all had class the next morning. Soren and I have been close for almost four years, same program since high school, he's this soft artsy type who listens to k-pop and reads novels and has never had a girlfriend because he says he hasn't found anyone he likes yet. He's not my type AT ALL, like he's cute and very pretty (he's paler than me which is annoying lol) but I've never been attracted to him, he's just my person, the guy I go to for everything That said... I've been curious about his dick for a WHILE 😳 because we joke about that stuff constantly, I'll tell him his dick is small and he'll say "suck it then" and I'll say "show me and I will" and we just go back and forth like that and nobody in our friend group even blinks anymore because that's just how
My laptop was propped on my knees and I was halfway through a binge of James Bond movies when the front door banged open and let in a blast of humidity and the scent of wet sand. And Mia, tracking both behind her. I didn’t need to look up to know it was my sister. Only Mia could make an entrance like that: towel slung over one tanned shoulder, duffel bag in tow. At 22, my older sister looked every bit the beach volleyball player: 5’6″ of toned, athletic curves with long, sculpted legs, a narrow waist, and a round, firm ass that strained against her spandex shorts. Her dark brown hair, still wet from the ocean, clung to her neck and shoulders in wild, salty strands. But it was her face that always hit me hardest: high cheekbones, full lips, and those bright hazel eyes that could switch from playful teasing to pure mischief in a heartbeat. She was beautiful in that effortless, sun-kissed way that made it impossible not to stare. But now something else caught my attention. She was crad
Sophie continues to walk into the pool, she gets deeper and deeper until just her head remains above the water. “There we go, happy?” She asks with a playful smile. “Very!” Jess responds, before I can say anything. My erection continues to point at the sky, I’m sure the girls have noticed it by now so I stop trying to hide it and sit proudly with the tent in my shorts. Sophie remains in the pool, leaning on the edge near Jess and I, continuing to sip away at her wine. Her tits floating just in front of her, I can’t help but continue to try and get a cheeky peak. “So Pat, what’ll it be? Truth or Dare? Or is there any point asking?” Jess says to me. “Hmmm I think I’ll choose truth.” I say just to annoy Jess. “You’re no fun.” She laughs. “But that has reopened our discussion from earlier, how many girls have you fucked in college?” She asks half biting her lip. Her green eyes look at me seductively, as she leans forward slightly on her chair. “Ahhh, well to be honest only tw
My wife and I used Tara as a babysitter for a couple of years. Our kids loved her and she got along with them well. Tara graduated high school then went off to college. We had to find a different sitter until she came back home from college. Before college, Tara was a quiet, smart girl. Always wore big sweatshirts and tights. She ran cross country so she was in good shape but never showed off her body. It changed when she came over the first time coming back. She had a tight top on and shorts. You could see her abs and her breasts were framed nicely in her top. Her ass had a nice curve to it and her muscular legs were almost splitting her shorts. My wife and I were both shocked at her appearance but she was her normal self, personality wise. When we got back from our date and Tara went home. We went into our room to change to go to bed. My wife noticed that some of her lingerie was out of place that was hanging in the closet. She is very OCD about her clothes and lingerie and could
​ The First Two Days of our trip was rather normal except that each couple fucked in the other bed once our lights were out. We were in our twenties and hormones were running. So many young people fuck in their dorms while their roommate is in the other bed. It had happened to me once or twice. And I had done the same. But most people don't fuck while their sibling is in the same room. I'm not blind. I know my brother is hot but that's Mark. However, after hearing his groan as he came inside his girlfriend rewired my brain. That part that didn't allow me to think of my big brother as sexy was turned off. Also Lisa was attractive too. She was a hot blonde with nice breasts. She was a full C cup. She was taller than me at 5'5. I'm 5'2" with 34 D cup tits. The second night we walked the boardwalk Lisa and I had gone into one of the many shops that sold little tiny bikinis. She picked up a couple that were barely going to cover her body. "Oh I wish I could wear somethi
This was a few months ago. I was on a break with my boyfriend, the kind where you both know it is technically a break but you are also both secretly hoping it is not permanent. My best friend and I booked a last minute trip to this party resort on the coast because we needed to do something chaotic and it felt right. Second night there we met two guys at a bar. We were all pretty drunk and one thing led to another and somehow we ended up back in our hotel room with them, more drinks, some other stuff, the whole situation escalating in that way that feels inevitable in hindsight I guess. Here is the thing. There was one double bed. Mine and my friend's. And at some point we were both on it with these guys and I remember looking over at her like... are we actually doing this? And she just kind of shrugged and smiled and that was that. It was so hot. Like unexpectedly, embarrassingly hot. We were both getting fucked right next to each other and we kept catching each other's eyes and at
Many different events have happened in my life, but I will never forget that day at the department, no matter how much time passes. It all started when I, as the youngest and most reliable lab assistant, was asked to stay after classes on Friday to help sort through an old archive. The lectures had long since ended, the hallways were empty, and the only people left in the building were me, the caretaker, Semyon Borisovich, two graduate students, Grisha and Tolik, and Professor Veniamin Arkadyevich, who had locked himself in his office and was said to be working on documents. We were sitting in a cramped, windowless utility room, sorting through dusty folders, and the air there was so stuffy and heavy it made my head spin. It smelled of old paper and something musty, like a cellar. I was wearing a light dress because I was getting ready for a normal day, not a cleaning day. It kept riding up when I leaned over the lower shelves, and I caught quick glances from Grisha and Tolik. At fi
I’ve recently discovered I’m a complete slut for attention and that I get wet talking about my experiences. So you all get to read about my recent date. I matched with him on Hinge about ten days before we met. The chat was good from the start, not just surface level. He asked actual questions and remembered the answers. At one point I mentioned I get nervous talking about work and he said “then tell me something that doesn’t feel like work.” That small shift made the whole conversation feel easier. By the time he suggested drinks I already kind of wanted to like him. We met at a quiet bar. He was taller than I expected, maybe 6’1, broad shouldered but not gym bro bulky, with dark hair and the kind of quiet face that just looked really cute. Soft spoken, and he had this way of looking at me like he was actually listening instead of waiting for his turn to talk. I’m only 5’5 so I had to tip my head back a little when he stood to hug me, and I caught him glancing down the length of my
last year I was at a pregame with my best friend Cora, both of us a few drinks in, and I noticed she kept shifting around like sitting hurt, and drunk me had zero filter so I just asked her directly what was wrong with her ass, and she went red but she was also tipsy enough to just tell me. she'd hooked up with this guy the night before, really cute, they'd gone back to his place and she'd let him do whatever he wanted and apparently whatever he wanted had been a lot, and the problem was the size, like it had hurt and she hadn't said anything because she didn't want to be rude, and she'd already decided she didn't want to see him again specifically because of it. I told her she was being dramatic and she said I wish and then somehow, in the way that drunk conversations escalate into terrible decisions, I said something like I bet I could handle it fine and she looked at me for a second and said okay fifty dollars says you can't take it without tapping out and I said make it a hundred
my friend has cerebral palsy and has been in a wheelchair the whole time I have known him, he is one of the sweetest people I have ever met, the kind of guy who would do anything for anyone and never asks for anything back, and the thing is he basically never gets any female attention, like ever, girls just look past him completely and it kills me because he is such a good person and so funny and so genuinely kind and he deserves so much more than what he gets. we started hanging out more a few months ago, just the two of us, watching movies at his place, ordering food, talking for hours, and I noticed the way he looked at me sometimes when he thought I wasn't paying attention, not creepy, just this quiet kind of longing that he never acted on because I think he had already decided nothing would ever happen, and one night he made this offhand comment about how he hadn't been with anyone in years and probably never would be again, said it so casually like he had already made his peace
So there we were…two friends, just lying there, his cock hard and my head on his stomach, pretending it wasn’t happening… For the longest time, I didn’t move, and neither did he. I must have taken all the willpower he possessed not to tense his cock at the sight before him; his best friend with her delicate fingers resting half on his balls and half at the base of his cock, her T-shirt almost thin enough to see through and her skirt now riding up so high he knew the exact shape and size of her underwear. And, if I had been bold enough in that moment to open my legs, he would have seen how wet it was too. Instead, I started to move my fingers. I told myself that I was just getting comfy, that I often put my hand in front of me like that when I go to sleep. After all, it was only his balls—he probably wouldn’t even notice, right? It was just my hand settling, finding a comfortable position. Only, my body was telling a different story, my clit starting to throb and pussy starting t
so i woke up at like 2am absolutely soaking wet from one of my sex dreams. you guys probably already know i get these constantly. like at least a few times a week if not every day i have some insanely vivid dream about getting fucked and i wake up soaking and outrageously horny and basically useless until i am able to cum and finally go back to sleep. i was sleeping over at my best friend josie and her boyfriend josh's place, which happens a lot obviously. i have my own little spot in their guest room. i woke up from this dream where i was getting fucked from behind by someone i couldn't see and i was wildly horny. i laid there for maybe a minute just touching myself before i decided that wasn't going to be enough and i made the decision to wake up my friend's boyfriend. i walked down the hallway to josie and josh's room and pushed the door open slowly trying my best to be quiet. they were both asleep. josie was on her side facing away from josh, and he was on his back with the blank
“Mmm…” That was the noise I made when I first woke up, which, when I look back on it now, is super embarrassing haha. At that point I didn’t know *where* I was tbh; my eyes were still closed and I had a little drool patch beneath my lips, which were pressed into the fabric beneath my head. My face was warm from whatever was beneath me, and I felt nice and comfortable and safe. I curled my toes and stretched my ankles out and yawned, opening my eyes slowly. The room was dark and my head was still heavy with sleep. Slowly, the shapes started to materialise in the darkness and I recognised where I was; Leo’s couch. Leo must have gone to bed and left me here after I fell asleep hanging out with him last night. That was sweet of him. Leo was always sweet, that’s why I liked hanging out and gaming and playing card games with him. He made me feel secure, and in all our years of friendship he had never hit on me, which I appreciated. I yawned again and brought my hand up to the pillow, pu
Igor had only worked in the sales department for six months and quietly hated his boss, Alla Borisovna. She was forty-eight years old, tall, with a heavy gaze and a habit of muttering her words through clenched teeth. She dressed strictly—knee-length skirts, buttoned-up blouses—but even through this shell, her powerful figure was visible: a wide backside, impressive breasts. In the smoking room, the guys joked that having sex with such a woman was like hugging an iceberg, but Igor sometimes dreamed of her in the most obscene positions. And then there was this remote worker. Alla Borisovna complained that her work laptop was slow and the system administrator couldn't be reached. Igor volunteered to help—the sales quota was hanging by a thread anyway, and a little sweetness wouldn't hurt. On Saturday morning, he was already standing at her door with a flash drive and a bunch of software. The apartment turned out to be unexpectedly cozy. The boss's husband, some important c