The gf (Kelsi) and I decided we wanted to go on a cruise, after a lot of planning we decided to take a 5 day cruise to the Caribbean. We are both very fit and Kelsi really enjoys showing off in her bikini, so obviously she packed several including a couple thongs. Fast forward to the first day of the cruise, we take our time getting use to the ship figuring out the ship. Eventually decide to get some drinks and relax by the pool as we wait to depart. First day goes by pretty chill. That night we decided to have a night cap at one of the bars before heading to bed decently early. At the bar, we start talking to another couple, Chris and Steph, who are married, and in their mid 30s. We finish our drinks and head to bed after saying good night. The next day while at sea, we decide for another day at the pool, had a couple mimosas with breakfast and Kelsi was feeling good so of course she decided to wear one of her thong bikinis. While relaxing, Chris and Steph walked by and chatted a
Growing up I had a cute babysitter and she was also a neighbor down the the street. She was a cute single mom that my mom dropped me off when she worked nights. I always had a bit of a crush as a kid and had good memories. I remember seeing her naked when she got out the shower. I also remember being like 12 and spying as she was getting fucked by her bf. I moved away at 13 with my dad but she was always cool. I went home and was out with my buddy and run into her with all her gals and they are having a good night and tipsy. She grabs me and says come dance with me so I go and dance. It is fun but she shakes her ass against me and kinda smiles. My buddy decides he is ready to crash since he works and I said well I better head. She says she is leaving soon and can give me a ride. I say maybe I should drive and she said yeah maybe. Then we go dance once more and she tells me wife is lucky. We get in the car and I put my hand on her thigh and am rubbing while driving and just decide
“Sarah! Have you put it on yet?” “No,” I said quickly. “Not yet.” “What are you waiting for? It’ll look amazing on you!” “Oh my God, shut up!” I shouted, embarrassment flowing through me. Standing in the changing room, I held the outfit at arms length from me, my hand completely visible through the mesh fabric, wondering how the hell I’d let her talk me into this. Outside, the sound of footsteps, hangers clacking, occasional laughter. Max was somewhere beyond the curtain too, probably scrolling his phone and wondering how he’d been roped into a girls’ holiday shopping trip. I held the outfit up to the light. “Julie, it’s practically see-through.” “That’s the point!” she shouted, her voice filled with glee and mischief. “Fine, I’ll put it on, but I’m not coming out!” Julie didn’t answer. I braced myself, peeling off my clothes, putting them in a pile beside me, and sliding the new outfit over me. The fabric was tight, pushing and pulling across my skin. I stood back from the mi
The club was hot and loud and sweaty, the air thick with perfume, spilled alcohol, and the throbbing pulse of the bass. Beams of light cut across the room in sharp lines, dancing with the crowd in rhythmic pulses. People were packed tight on the dancefloor, bodies brushing and grinding, hips rolling in time with the beat. This was not my scene, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Max’s either, but Julie was grinning, her blue dress clinging to her skin, the thin straps barely holding it together, her breasts bouncing with every step. “Let’s get drinks first!” Julie shouted over the music, pointing at the bar. Max nodded, still looking a little overwhelmed, his eyes darting over the crowd. I felt his pain. An evening inside with a good book or videogame was more my speed. I touched his arm lightly. “You okay?” I mouthed. He nodded emphatically, like he did this sort of thing every day. “Of course!” Julie grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bar, dragging him through the mass of d
I work in the social media sphere, so I follow all kinds of Polish online communities: some popular, some very niche. A few weeks ago, I found myself on an incel forum. I discovered it on a popular site (the Polish analogue of Reddit, actually), just scrolling through random stuff. I was in bed, getting ready to sleep, when I stumbled on the thread: "Women despise short men. Facts." I clicked. The thread was full of screenshots of Tinder bios ("Only swipe if you're 185+ cm") circled with red arrows, TikTok videos of bros spilling hard truths, piles of statistics (no clue how fake). People there called themselves "przegrywy," which roughly translates to "losers," but in Polish online slang, it's like "incels", but a bit more sarcastic. I noticed that one user there wrote in full sentences. He used terms like "sluts" and "bitches," but he had a thesis: things were fine when people found partners in their own villages and churches, and the apps ruined everything. His profile said he wa
I’ve been casually hooking up with this guy for a couple of months. Nothing emotional, just insane chemistry and the kind of sex that completely erases your brain. Last night we were on his couch watching a movie, and he was being obnoxiously flirty. Tugging me onto his lap, kissing my neck, slipping his hand under my hoodie like I already belonged there. I assumed we’d end up fucking like usual, but instead he tipped my head back and told me to open my mouth. I didn’t hesitate. He stood, pushed his sweats down, and started using my mouth slowly, deliberately, like he was in full control. My body was shaking, tears spilling down my face, spit everywhere, his hand twisted in my hair like it was a grip. When he started going deeper, I grabbed his thighs and let him take whatever he wanted. Something about it completely short-circuited my brain. He pulled out just long enough to wipe my tears with his thumb and murmur how good I looked like that. I moaned. Loud. Embarrassingly real.
I (46M) was at the gym last night. I finished on the treadmill. As I go to get a towel to wipe it down I see the cute younger girl (24F) a few down from me. I decide to walk that direction on my way out to get a better look at her. As I get close I notice that it’s a friend of my daughters from high school who I have seen in like 5-6 years. She was always a little on the nerdy side, but always had a decent body. Well, she had a glow up. She sees me, smiles and immediately gets off the treadmill to come give me a hug and say hi. I apologize for being all sweaty and she said she doesn’t care. She compliments me on how I look, I have lost probably 150 pounds since she saw me last. As we are talking for a while she tells me her boyfriend was supposed to meet her at the gym but she doesn’t know where he is. She asks if she can get a ride home and I agree so we walk out to my car. We get in the car and are talking some more for a bit. She confesses to me that she wishes that her mom (wido
Last night I was down on my knees with the guy I’ve been casually seeing, taking my time with him, slow, deep, exactly how he loves it. His breath got heavier, his sounds got rougher, and then his hand slid into my hair as he warned me he was about to lose it. Usually, that’s my cue to pull back and let him finish wherever, he normally cums all over my huge tiddies, but this time… something shifted. Instead, I held his gaze, took him all the way in, and didn’t stop. When he came, it hit hard, hot, thick pulses filling my mouth, pouring straight down my throat. I swallowed every single wave on instinct, feeling him twitch and throb against my tongue while I worked him until there was nothing left. No mess. No hesitation. Just warmth, fullness, and that slow, satisfying slide as I took all of him. When he finally pulled free, I licked my lips, looked up at him, and said, “That’s exactly where it belongs.” He actually shivered and called me a good girl. Now I understand it. Swallowing
Since we’ve been experimenting with a couple of my wife’s friends. She’s been getting hornier and hornier. And it showed up when I least expected it. She has this friend named Rebecca. She’s been single for years as she’s tired of settling for bad dudes. She’s also a little more religious so that’s a requirement as well. She’s been coming over to our place for years for movie nights and game nights or just to talk to my wife. We’ve gotten closer as well. She’s very sweet and sure if I’m being honest she’s really cute. She’s got short red hair cut just below her jaw. Blue eyes. And if I’m being really, really honest, the juiciest fat ass I’ve personally seen in my life. She’s got an hourglass figure. An average waist and then these incredible hips holding up this absolute dump truck. I have stared at it every chance I’ve gotten. But I’ve never really thought it was a possibility. Even after my wife and I started to open our marriage to two of our other friends. I never thought Rebecc
That trip to the forest to pick berries hung over me from the very beginning, like a heavy premonition. Summer, heat, mosquitoes, and company: me, my wife Katya, her mother Irina Vitalyevna, and my brother-in-law, her younger brother Andrei. My mother-in-law always treated me... peculiarly. Not hostile, no. Too intently. Her dark eyes seemed to probe me, and her smile was always slightly ambiguous. At forty-five, she looked her best, but in a good way: a curvy figure that she didn't particularly hide, thick chestnut hair pulled back into a casual bun, and that way of dressing—summer dresses a little too tight, a little too short. We arrived at the edge of the forest and parked the car. The air smelled of pine needles, rotting leaves, and freedom. Katya, my sweet, naive Katya, immediately became captivated by blueberry picking. She'd always loved it. "Pash, let's split up, it's faster!" she suggested, handing us each a plastic container. "I'll go over
--- I read the text from Tasha: “Bingo. I just moved back. Where can I find you?” I smiled, and typed, “At dinner tomorrow, obviously.” I met Tasha the next day at an upscale restaurant a few neighborhoods over from me. Tasha looked… somehow better than when I first saw her. She greeted me with a smile, a big hug, and a gentle kiss on the cheek. We spent a lovely dinner talking about our lives since we last saw each other. It had been nearly ten years, and so much had happened. She went to law school. A little about losing her mom, too. About the work she was doing now at her firm. She asked me about my work, my moves all over the country, how I was feeling well and settled back in the city where we both went to college. We both dated people, sometimes longer than we would have liked to, and they didn’t work out. The entire conversation, she never took her eyes off of me, and I never took my eyes off of her. At one point, I reached out to hold her hand for a moment and she gri
My head was buzzing like a beehive. The apartment was filled with the ringing deafness that comes after a noisy party, when the guests have left and you're left alone with mountains of dirty dishes. Ira, my wife, her best friend Lena, and I were sitting on the couch, completely stunned. We'd had a fair amount to drink. Lena is a perpetual motion machine, loud, with a hoarse laugh and a look that always seems to be looking for adventure. She and Ira have been friends for a long time, and I've gotten used to her: loud, bright, sometimes a little brazen. Ira was already nodding off, leaning her elbows on the pillow. "That's it, guys, I can't make it," Lena said, sprawled on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table. She was wearing a short black dress that had long since slipped up, revealing her thighs. "I'll sleep it off at your place, okay?" Ira, without opening her eyes, muttered blearily, "Sure, sleep here. Just move your feet,
These past months I've been tutoring a girl in biology. She's on her last year of high school and needed help with the subject, and since I'm studying biochemistry I thought I'd help her out. For the most part the classes were completely normal, we just solved problems in her room and occasionally took a break to chat. Even though I tried to keep it as professional as possible I noticed every now and again she would compliment how I looked, rest her hand on my arm for a while until I moved, or messaged me randomly just to chat. This was very difficult to resist, and to be honest she's insanely hot so for the last few weeks I stopped trying and started actively flirting with her. For starters she's about 1.50m tall (5'0 I think) while I measure at 1.90m (6'3), so the size difference was driving me crazy. She has tiny tits and a huge toned ass from gymnastics, along with beautiful legs. She's a tanned brunette and wears glasses which gives her a cute look. Last week when I went to
It seems any time my girlfriend and our friends are drinking, I end up naked. That's exactly what happened recently. We were all at my girlfriend's house drinking. It was me, my girlfriend, and five girls. We decided to play truth or dare. My girlfriend was giggling a lot so I knew she was up to something. It started off slow. We were kissing each other. Everybody's shirt came off. But then, during one of my turns, things got a bit crazy. I said dare and one of our female friends said, "I dare you to let me handcuff and blindfold you and have one of us fuck you." I was so surprised that she said that. I turned towards gf, because it's up to her whether I fuck other women. She told me to go for it so I said, "Fuck it let's go." gf was in charge of getting me naked, which she did very quickly. My dick was so hard. I got so excited being naked in front of other people. I sat in a dining chair that was placed in the kitchen. Then she blindfolded and handcuffed for me to the chair. She an
Unfortunately she lives in another city where our company has another branch, about an hour and a half away from me, so since that conference there was never a convenient time for us to get together for another hookup, although we've kept in touch and remained friendly. But when I wrote that story last week about the hookup with her, it got me really really craving more sex with her. I reached out to her last Tuesday and asked how she was doing and how her holidays were, and after we had exchanged some pleasantries and caught up, I told her that I have been running missing about how great our hookup at the conference was, and how maybe we should get together soon for an encore. She said that sounded like a great idea - and then asked what had gotten me thinking about that? "Just craving some younger pussy again?" She asked me. I debated for a moment what to say, and then thought, fuck it, might as well be honest. I told her how something I really get off on is the online exhibitioni
My stepmom Diana has pretty much always been in my life. She married my Dad, Patrick, when I was young, five years old to be exact. The whole time I’ve known her as far back as I can remember she has been a quiet, mousey mom-figure in my life. She is never too overbearing, never yells at me, never grounds me, nothing. If I ever did something to upset her, she would leave the room with a disappointed sigh instead of trying to control me. I remember purposefully testing her patience over and over, yet she never cracked in front of me. She would shake her head, turn away from me and then disappear to another room. Yes, I did try following her a couple times to continue my annoyance. During those attempts I was met with her stone cold face and silence. The lack of emotion did its job to scare me away. I stopped being a menace to Diana when I was a bit older. We got along better and she continued to be a supportive stepmom, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and pretty much all the other
I can’t sleep. It’s eating me alive, and I have to get this out. That morning my wife’s best friend walked in on me getting out of the shower. I was naked, dripping, towel in hand. She froze. Stared. My cock—thick, heavy, hanging low—was right there, and her eyes locked on it. Wide. Hungry. I could’ve covered up faster. I didn’t. All day she kept glancing down. Every outline in my shorts, every shift—she bit her lip, crossed her legs. I knew she was wet. I was half-hard thinking about it. Then my wife left for lunch. My wife’s best friend was at the kitchen sink. I came up behind her, pressed close, asked if she was still thinking about it. She pushed back. Ground against me. I yanked her shirt up, shoved my hand in her panties—she was soaked. Two fingers deep, and she moaned. I pulled my shorts down. Rubbed my hard cock along her, then pushed in slow. She gasped, “You’re so big—” I stretched her open inch by inch until I was buried deep. I fucked her hard against the counter.
My boyfriend’s family is super close, so I’m over all the time. His sister has been my low key crush since I met her. We flirt in that “is it joking?” brushing hands, compliments that linger, changing in front of each other when I sleep over. Last weekend we’re all at their parents’ house. Boyfriend runs out for pizza, parents at the neighbor’s. It’s just us in his old bedroom “looking for his yearbook.” Door shuts. She sits on the bed, pats the spot next to her. “Truth or dare?” I pick dare. She smirks: “Kiss me. For real this time.” I do. Soft at first, then deeper, her hand sliding under my tank, mine in her hair. Next thing I know tops are off, bras gone, her mouth on my nipple while I’m gasping into her pillow that still smells like my boyfriend. She pushes me back, peels my shorts off slow, fingers tracing everywhere she’s been staring at for months. Slides two inside me easy I’m soaked curls them perfect while her tongue circles my clit. I come fast, legs shaking, biting
SOOO during a recent vegas trip for one of my besties, i just fucking KNEWW i was gonna need some dick. yes, i absolutely could’ve found some at the club, but i didn’t want to take attention away from my friend’s celebration, so i (VERY SADLY) had to turn away some very cute boys that tried to flirt with me. however, since im very proactive, i made a post here on reddit to suck some dick and ngl it got more attention than i expected. after sifting through the responses and messaging many candidates, i narrowed it down to one that fit all my requirements. we did a quick video chat to verify then finalized rough plans around my timeline. so let’s fast forward to clubbing with my girlies. i’m dolled up in a cute little white dress and drunk af. i’m having fun but also getting NERVOUS because im supposed to sneak away to meet a redditor soon. as the dj is wrapping up his set, i spontaneously tell my slutty plans to one of my girls and ask her to accompany me JUST IN CASE. she tries to ta
So, to start things, we're 26M and 25F. We've been together for 5 years at this point and after a LONG time talking about our kinks, turn-ons and whatnot, we agreed on allowing ourselves to experiment more during this year. All within the rules we agreed on (we only play together). The first thing we decided to explore was being watched by someone, preferably a lady or another couple. We couldn't find the right person for a while because it turned out it's tough bringing strangers to your bedroom... Then N entered the stage. N is a friend of F from college days. She left a very shitty, jealous guy at that time and was genuinely bummed at how much time we lost with him. And since we hang out together from time to time, she became a frequent guest at our flat. We have no filter when talking, so we discussed basically everything including sex and she felt comfortable talking about it to a couple who understood her struggles. One evening, out of the blue, she admitted she fantasized ab