This is a true confession and everything in this story really happened. I always knew happy endings were out there, but they never felt real to me. It seemed like one of those things people talked about online or in movies, not something that happens in everyday life. I found r/HEM_NSFW by accident while wasting time on Reddit one night and one random comment sent me down the rabbit hole. The more I read, the more I realized they were talking about real experiences. The way they described the buildup, the women taking control and that final release had me completely hooked. Having a few happy endings, I wanted more. I kept hearing about full service and that became the thing I was chasing. After months of building myself up and spending way too much time researching the right spot, I finally said screw it and went for it. I found this small, low key Asian massage parlor with solid reviews. And the reviews mentioned exactly what I was looking for. I booked a 60 minute visit with a
When \[m\]y wife Jane was pregnant with our second child we met a couple (Steve and Ann) at the antenatal classes and became good friends with them. They also had another child about the same age as our eldest, so we would go to each others houses a lot for them to play together. As the women couldn't drink we got into the habit of playing board games of an evening. We would settle the kids in bed for a sleep over and mainly chat but play various games. This was before the game Cards Against Humanity was launched but we had a very similar type of card game that asked probing questions and revealed peoples secrets and desires. We quickly learnt that everyone around the table was both a bit kinky and open minded. One question was if we had ever played Spin the Bottle. We all admitted we did and reminisced our past experiences. Steve suggested we should play it. We all politely declined in front of our partners but we were all secretly keen and didn't need much persuasion. My wife was c
After that crazy weekend at the cabin, things between Kayla and me did not slow down. If anything, they got even hotter and riskier. We started texting every day with dirty messages. She would send me pictures of her tits or her wet pussy with the caption "this belongs to you now." I was addicted. Two weeks after the cabin trip, Lisa had to go out of town for work for three days. As soon as her car left the driveway, I called Kayla. She was at my house in less than twenty minutes. The second she walked through the door we were all over each other. I pushed her against the wall in the hallway and kissed her hard while squeezing her big ass. "I have been thinking about this pussy nonstop," I told her. Kayla moaned and rubbed my cock through my pants. "Then take it. Fuck me in your house like you own me." I carried her to the bedroom I share with Lisa and threw her on the bed. She stripped fast, spreading her thick thighs wide for me. Her pussy was already shiny and wet. I got on my k
My dad married my step mom when I was a teenager. She has a son and a daughter who are around the same age as me, just a little bit younger. I always got along well with my step brother, Max. He sort of looked up to me as a kid. My step sister, Stephanie, tho, she was always a bitch to me. Every other weekend I would be bullied by her. She was ruthless. I couldn’t stand her. We’re adults now and every Christmas her family gets together to drink and celebrate at their grandparents house. The people from out of town always have a bed to sleep in because their house is pretty big. I usually only go to say hi and eat some food, but this year was the first year my brother could drink, so I had a few and ended up staying the night. Stephanie also was visiting from out of town and stayed in the bedroom across from me. We had a pretty good night. Played games with the family. And Stephanie was actually decent. She laughed and enjoyed games with the family like she normally does, but this tim
UPDATE: Video number three now up on my page She’s always been the reserved type—blushing at the idea of anything “too dirty,” super self-conscious about social norms and what a “good girl” is supposed to do. But the last couple years she’s slowly opened up for me, trying to be the eager little whore I know she can be. These past two weeks though? She’s fucking exploded. It all kicked off when I finally got her to agree to a massive canine-style knot dildo I’ve been dying to wreck her with. First time we tried it, it didn’t quite hit right and we put it away. Then two weeks ago she hits me up at work out of nowhere: “Want me to edge myself and send you videos, Daddy?” I damn near dropped my phone. I figured it’d just be her playing with her pretty little pussy. Boy, was I wrong. Video 1: She’s on all fours, ass up, slowly pushing out a small plug so the camera gets a perfect view of her tight pink asshole winking and her dripping cunt lips spreading open. She’s already soaked. V
Two months ago I got invited to party by an old friend. At first I thought it would be just a normal kind of college party where we drink, dance and have fun. The usual college stuff. This friend, lets call him Kevin is a good looking guy and we hooked up a few times, but nothing serious happened between us. But then, he tells me it will swingers type of party. I was kind of taken a back at first, I haven't really done something like this in this capacity, but who was I to turn down a good time, especially if Kevin will be there. That evening I get ready for the party. To give you a picture I wore a short black skirt, the type that is free flowing and stockings I leaned into my alt aesthetic and done my makeup in the same edgy way. I got down waiting for Kevin to pull up. I hopped in the back seat and he introduced me to his friends. In the front seat was Brian, he had short blonde hair and a he wore earrings, kind of a pirate look. I liked that. They guy sitting next to me in the b
Back in the day, I was in a poker league that was started with about 10-12 of our closest friends. I was single at the time, and every Saturday we would meet at a different person's house. We’d play poker, drink, smoke weed, and hang out, usually watching a hockey game or two or having a campfire outside, depending on whose house we were at. It would always be a blast; very rarely did I not have a terrible hangover the next morning. My best friend since elementary school, Derrick Johnston, and I were two of the better poker players in the league. His wife, Arianna, was in the league, and occasionally, Derrick would invite his younger sister to the game if we were short a couple of regulars. Her name was Heather, she was 3 years younger than us, and I had known her since elementary school. She was always the coolest, friendliest chick, and she and I always got along great. She had a warped sense of humour, very dark and sexual in nature, and she would always join in whenever the gro
Just after college, I moved to a new city. For the first few months I didn't know many people, but I was single, and so naturally I was on Tinder. It was as much to meet people and branch out socially as it was to find a real partner. This is a story of one of those girls I met through Tinder. I remember Heather's profile mentioned she had also just graduated and moved to the city, so we had a back-and-forth about finding friends and cool things to do. It was summer, and the weather was gorgeous. We made plans to meet at a brewery/bar place with a big patio. As I write this I looked back on our texts -- she suggested meeting "on the early side, maybe 8:30". This is several years ago for me, so it's funny to remember that at that age, that really was an early time to go out, lol. On a Friday after work, I get home, make a quick mac-and-cheese dinner, and get ready to go out. The place is about a mile walk away. I stroll down this lakefront path there, soaking up the late sun and feeli
I quickly want to preface, nothing happened while I was in high school and it was all consensual. BTW I'm calling my teacher Mary, which isn't her real name for obvious reasons. Anyway when I was 15 I had a huge crush on my food tech teacher. She was this beautiful woman, around 5'9 with long brunette hair and obviously big breasts (soemthing that clearly caught my attention). As I said nothing happened in high school but I thought she was absolutely gorgeous and would take a cheaky glance whenever I could. I was one of the only lads in this class and was sat on a table full of girls so she would regularly talk to me (as I wouldn't really talk to anyone else) and was very sweet to me. She had children who were fans of Star Wars, Marvel and Stranger Things so we would often talk about that. When I left high school she gave me a hug and said "she'd miss me". Fast forward 2 years, I go to college and take a media course, made lots of mates and we often went out drinking. Since I'm not
That evening, I sat in my apartment, sipping whiskey and replaying my latest recordings in my head. The erotic voice stories I'd posted had always been a magnet—women would write that they'd get wet just from my tone. But today, I wanted something real, something alive. Not just words in a chat, but complete control over a body that trembled from my voice in real time. And then a message came. A girl named Alina, 32, a manager at a large company. She had just finished listening to my latest audio story in a hotel room somewhere in St. Petersburg. A three-week business trip, she said. The room was on the 18th floor, with huge windows overlooking the Neva and the lights of the bridges. “I was listening to you and… I can’t cum. I’ve never been able to really. My body is burning, but I can’t release. Help?” I smiled at the screen. Her photo—a stern blonde in a white blouse, but her eyes were hungry. I knew right away: she was already mine. "Turn on voicemail," I wrote fi
Every summer my family which includes my dad, step mother and step sister travel to my aunt's lake house. As a kid it was always a fun time, playing in the lake, roasting marshmallows and what not, but as an 18 year old horny teenager. Not so much. I don’t know what had gotten into me at that time but I was hornier than ever. I was masturbating twice the normal amount. As much as I hate to admit it, I found myself staring at my step mom and step sister, a lot. I was very shy and didn’t talk to girl's, my stepmom and sister were the only vice I had at the time. First a little back story, my dad and step mother married when I was very young. For as long as I can remember they were together and Annie had always been my sister. Annie and I were the same age and were always very close growing up. Annie and my step mother Amy were younger and older versions of each other. Both had long, luscious and wavy blonde hair. They each had pale skin with tiny freckles as well as the same sized brea
It all started sophomore year when I was (19F), almost a decade ago. Like I mentioned in my last story, I had been a slut since high school so it's not like I was coming into college without any real experience. I was sending nudes to guys left and right, and had my share of hookups too. Looking back I had only been with like \~8 guys before starting lol (more if you count hand and mouth stuff), but it felt like a lot at the time. I think part of the reason is because college is when I started taking more pride in my sexuality; suddenly instead of being the topic of rumors, I was the girl my friends would come to when they needed any advice about guys. I was the one my friends came to for condoms, the first person they showed their app matches to, I even helped some girls prepare to lose their virginity. Even though I had this role, Freshman year I didn't get around much because I got into a relationship with the first guy I hooked up with (classic mistake, I know). We ended things
A few days ago I caught my little brother jerking off to my private pictures and honestly my whole world flipped upside down. I was supposed to be out with my friends that afternoon but I felt kinda sick so I came home early. The house was super quiet, mom and dad were still at work, so I just wanted to go to my room and lay down. But when I walked past his door it was cracked open just enough for me to see inside and what I saw made me freeze right there in the hallway. There he was, my little brother, sitting on the edge of his bed with his shorts all the way down to his ankles. His phone was in one hand and with the other he was stroking his cock really slow, like he was savoring it. I recognized the pictures on his screen right away — they were mine. The ones from last summer at the beach where I was wearing that tiny red bikini that barely covered anything. Some of them were the private ones I only sent to my ex, the ones where I was posing all sexy with my tits almost spilling o
At eighteen, I was the pretty-boy punk in college. Alternative clothes, metrosexual vibes, and golden-retriever energy for anyone who caught my interest. I was still raw from a recent heartbreak and struggling to connect with anyone. That changed one Friday night at a house party when Tara stormed into my life. She was a manic 28-year-old pixie with curly brown hair, full curves, big tits, and tattoos covering her skin. She wore a faded Bikini Kill shirt and commanded every room she entered. I was stuck in the keg line when she skipped in front of me, eyed my shirt, and smirked. "Aww, The Faint? That's so gay and cute." I shot back with a flirtatious grin. "Careful, Rebel Girl." Her whole energy shifted. In a low, predatory tone she said, "I like you. You're coming home with me tonight." Then she walked off. We barely spoke the rest of the party, but she kept glancing over to make sure I hadn't left. At 1 a.m. she said her goodbyes, grabbed me by the shirt collar, and ordere
My big sister Emma is 13 years older than me. She was well on her way to being an adult by the time I started developing boyhood crushes. Most boys crushed over a celebrity, but my first crush was my sister’s best friend Sophie. With her long blonde hair and pretty face, she was the most beautiful girl in the world to me back then. By the time I was 18 my boyhood crush had developed into full blown lust. It wasn’t just Sophie’s face and silky hair I was noticing now. She was a touch over 5ft, with a bust that filled out t-shirts, an arse like a peach and a waist to hip ratio toned by lots of cardio. As a horny teenager I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She drove me insane. Sophie and Emma were into their 30’s at this point and my sister was living between her flat in London where she worked, and the family home during the weekends and holidays. I’d still get to see Sophie often. It was a long running family joke that I had the hots for Sophie. Everybody knew I fancied her and it
I flew to St. Petersburg for a three-day logistics conference—the usual routine for a mid-level manager: presentations, coffee breaks, and the constant exchange of business cards. The hotel was decent, right in the center, overlooking the Neva. On the very first evening after the official part, I went down to the hotel bar—my feet were buzzing from my heels, just wanting to relax with a martini. He was already sitting behind the counter—Dmitry, one of our key clients. We'd been corresponding for months about work, but had only seen each other in person a couple of times at group meetings. Tall, confident, about forty-five, with an expensive suit and a wedding ring he wore all the time, even here. Next to him was a young woman, about twenty-five, in a formal but form-fitting dress. Alina, his assistant. I'd only known her by email: always crisp letters, perfect spreadsheets. In person, she was even more beautiful—long legs, a neat bust, shoulder-length blond hair, and those e
My husband and I are married for many years now and we still have an absolute stunning sex life. We try new things, we talk about our needs and therefore our sex life is always on fire! We share some more of us on our profile so please feel free to check them out too. When we are apart or at work, we often share nudes with each other so I have tons of pictures of my husband and his beautiful hard cock. We have talked about how hot it would be if I would showed his cock to my female best friends. He always loved that idea and it kind of turned me on that they could see my husband‘s dick, but would never be able to taste or feel it. I had a girls‘ night out last weekend and my three best friends and I were out eating and then ended up at one of their apartments drinking a lot of wine. The conversations were already dominated by sexual topics and I am without a doubt the only one of us four with a good sex life. We were already tipsy (if not drunk) when my mobile phone vibrated. It was
Sam is a close friend in the center of my friends group. I’ve known her since we met in college around 2010. We hooked up a few times in our early 20’s, and have always had fun around each other. It’s never been romantic in any sense. Just friends who have fucked, I guess. Fast forward - Covid comes around, we’re chatting on social media one day about the despair of humanity and being bored out of my mind. She just comes out and says it: “I know how much you like getting your dick sucked, when’s the last time you did?” And well… it had been awhile. She was out of work, I was bored and she gives incredible head. We made an agreement on price, and she came over. It wasn’t complicated. Sam isn’t a sex worker in the way that she’s like advertising it, or on websites or something. If she does this with other people a) good for her b) I don’t really suspect she does. She’s had a good job for sometime now, the out of work during covid thing didn’t last and she makes a nice living. Sam su
This happened many years ago. Was at a little hole in the wall bar with some friends in my much younger days. There was a DJ and a dance floor. We went there mainly for drinking and playing pool. There was a small group of older ladies there that night. I think they all worked together or something and they were having a girls night after work. It was never discussed, but they all wore wedding rings. I was making eye contact and smiles with a couple of them and eventually a buddy and I went over and danced with them. Would dance, go back to their table for drinks and laughs, my buddy eventually went back to our other friends and I stayed with the ladies. Later my friends were gonna leave and I decided to shoot my shot. I told them to leave me there, I’ll try to get another ride. “My friends left me here.” “We can give you a ride.” 2 of them were carpooling together. And they were the 2 I was mostly dancing, and got a bit handsy, with. We’re outside the bar, they’re saying their
That evening, Kristina had already started hinting since lunch that she was going to her old friend Svetka's birthday party. "I'll go alone," she said, standing in front of the mirror in the hallway and fixing her hair. "You're still swamped with reports, aren't you, Vadim?" I nodded, even though we both knew work had nothing to do with it. She simply adored evenings like these, when she could break away and completely surrender to the moment, and I could wait at home, imagining how everything would turn out. Preparations began, as always, with the bathroom. She emerged wearing only a short robe, her skin still damp, with a slight scent of vanilla gel. “Help me choose what to wear,” she called me into the bedroom. Several options were already laid out on the bed: a tight red dress with a low neckline, a black pencil skirt, and a thin blouse that concealed almost nothing. Christina threw off her robe and stood before me completely naked. Her body was p