Cassie walks around the gym and gets a lot of eyes on her since she’s one of the most beautiful women in our city. Working out with her is not only extra motivation to get stronger, but it also feels as if it’s foreplay… before the real foreplay. It was surprising to her the first time I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her, all of her previous partners were strict with hygiene and showered before they did anything sexually. I assured Cassie in the car that I was so turned on that it didn’t matter to me that we just finished a hard workout. I needed her to spread her legs for me and let me make her cum with my tongue. I drove her home after the gym and after a long car ride to her girlfriend’s house I couldn’t wait the 5 or so hours it would be until we were together again. I pulled over on an empty street and told her to undress in the back of my truck. We spent the last 2 hours lifting weights, doing cardio and stretching. She looked so sexy and confident in her new red Dfyn
It happened to me a couple of months ago. I'm twenty-five, an ordinary guy, working in IT, living alone in a small apartment in the city center. I have a friend, Vitka, and we've been inseparable our whole lives, drinking beer and playing soccer together. His mother, Aunt Ira, is forty-five, but looks thirty-five: slim, with long brown hair that she often wears in a ponytail, green eyes, and a figure you can't take your eyes off. She has D-cup breasts, a narrow waist, and a round butt—she works as a fitness trainer, so her body is in good shape. I always sneaked glances at her when I visited them: she'd walk around the house in leggings or shorts, smiling warmly at me, sometimes joking about "young stallions." Vitka didn't suspect a thing; to him, she's just his mother, but to me, she's an object of fantasy. I imagined her seducing me, but I never thought it would become reality. It all started when Vitka went away on a business trip for a week—he
true story... i was completely broke and had nothing for my best friend’s birthday, and i felt so bad because he’s always been the sweetest guy, quietly crushing on me since high school. i could tell he was hoping for something from me this year, so i got creative and made him a single **“boob flash coupon”** as a joke… except he cashed it in the same night and it turned into way more than just a flash. 😈 we were chilling at his place after dinner, just the two of us, and i handed him this little folded card i scribbled on printer paper: **“good for 1 free boob flash, redeem whenever.”** i laughed when i gave it to him, thinking he’d tease me about it forever, but his face went serious and he looked up like “you’re serious?” so i shrugged and said “only if you want it.” and yes he redeemed it right away. long story short after flashing him i could see his dick get hard through his sweats and i started teasing him but i lowkey got wet he just pulled me close and started kissing
I’m F27 now, but this took place when I was 19yo. Also I’m using fake names for obvious reasons. Okay, for context, I never got attention growing up until I got hot and went to college. I experimented on myself sexually a lot, learning about all sorts of toys, fetishes, hypnosis, witchcraft, etc. By the time I moved into my freshman dorm, I was a certified freak. That semester I met a few good friends, and had a lot of one night stands. My roommate (Stella) and I had gotten really close. She and I had similar upbringings and it turned out that she was just as adventurous as me. One evening we went partying together, and she invited a friend from one of her classes (Mike). Mike was a tall, athletic African American guy. He and Stella were flirting all night. At some point Stella let me know that Mike was wanting to join us in our dorm tonight. I was intrigued, and made it clear I was up for it. Later that night he walked us back to our dorm with us holding his arms on either side. He
I never thought I'd be fucking my best friend's mother while lying on a lounge chair in the middle of a pine forest, while the birds sang as if they were requesting a soundtrack. Seriously. My name is Alexander, I'm twenty years old, five feet five inches tall, I play basketball at the college level, and I'm used to getting what I want. But Anna... that was on another level. We went to Vitka's dacha for the May holidays. He, his parents, and I—like, to get away from the city, have a barbecue, go to the sauna. I'd known Vitka since first year, but I'd only seen his parents briefly a couple of times. He'd say, "My mom's strict, my dad's busy." Okay, fine. I thought it would be a classic woman in a robe with curlers. I was wrong. When we walked into the house, she was standing by the living room window, adjusting the curtain. The sun was shining from behind, shining through the thin knit of her housedress. Her silhouette was simply stunni
It’s so fucking reliable and he’s a deep sleeper. I’m a thankful girl. I woke up at 4am this morning and my clit was as swollen as ever. I needed it sucked but I knew that wasn’t happening. It was pitch black in my room (still is as I write this) and I reached over to see if he was hard…and I quickly found his penis…HARD. Ugh…So fucking reliable…so perfectly wonderful. He was on his back asleep and I just gripped it and stroked it while I rubbed my swollen clit. I mentally giggled as I wondered if this was considered “mutual masturbation” lol. For a minute I masturbated and stroked his cock until I had a small orgasm… But then I made a decision… We have free use consent - so I decided, I don’t care that he’s asleep…I can use my dildo if I can use the resource I already had in my hand. So I scooched over and climbed up and on top of him. I was super sleepy myself, still, so I just laid on top and bear hugged him…and I raised my hips, reached under and thru my legs and grabbed hi
I (mid twenties male) live with a roommate, another mid twenties male. He’s a good looking guy, and usually has semi regular hookups. Lately he’s been seeing the same girl for a few weeks now, and it’s not uncommon to hear them having sex from time to time. Obviously we’re adults so it’s never really brought up, just go about your business. Well one night they come home, and I’m in my room. I could tell by the rambunctious behavior and loud voices that they’d probably been drinking. Good for them! And now they’d probably come home to have some drunken sex. Awesome! I was just gonna play my video games. But I could still hear them…. They’re making out, presumably undressing, ya know, the usual, when he blurts out “oh no! I’m out of condoms and FORGOT to get more!!!” He probably said that a little louder than he otherwise would have, but again, drunkies. “Okay…” I heard her say. “Well. We’ve been seeing each other for awhile now. I trust you. You’re clean right?” “Of course. And you?
I am an amateur marathon runner and a father of an elementary school kid. A few weeks ago, I gave a motivational talk at the school about goals, discipline, and what training for a marathon teaches you. The kids were into it, but one teacher stuck with me more than the rest. She was in her mid-30s, soft and stacked, with thick thighs, wide hips, and curves that didn’t quit. A few days later, she messaged me asking if I minded her asking a few questions, saying she had been thinking about running more seriously. One thing led to another. We had long chats where I gave her tips, beginner plans, and links to gear. I even helped her pick out new running shoes. The messages got flirtier quickly. She joked about being "sore in all the right places" and once told me that running made her think of my voice telling her to push harder. Then came the Tuesday morning text. She asked if I was working from home because she had a weird pain in her foot and thought maybe I could take a look. She s
Hi Everyone :) 22 F. I don't use this account much so I decided to utilize it to post / chat about more NSFW content. I just wanted a place to talk about things without anyone in my personal life seeing it. I've been able to squirt since I was in high school. The first time it happened - from what I can remember was just me messing around alone in my room. I wanted to figure out what felt good. I had an extreme lack of sexual knowledge so what happened later was a shock to say the least. I rubbed my clit a certain way and within minutes a warm rush of liquid came out of me - soaking my hand, arm, and the bed. Part of me was scared but I knew I wanted to do it again. I taught myself how to orgasm in a few ways and got really good at making myself squirt. Fingers, small toys, shower heads, whatever. Every single time it felt like a secret that my body was only sharing with me. Don't get me wrong though... sometimes the cleanup was brutal lol. With my ex it happened a couple of times b
Okay this one is gonna be a long one so bear with me! It all started when I was on holiday with my friend by the pool in the hotel… “You are joking, right?” I said, sitting up slightly, a few drops of my cocktail spilling over the rim of my glass. It splashed onto my bikini, and I wiped it away with my finger, licking the sugary liquid away with my tongue. “That guy over there?” “Yeah,” Julie said with a smile. “Don’t you think he’s attractive?” I squinted toward him. “Well, yeah. Obviously, he’s attractive,” I said cautiously. “I just didn’t think he was your type.” I squinted at the folded paperback in his hand, but the title was too small to read from this distance. Between us, the pool shimmered turquoise, surrounded by white umbrellas and empty deck chairs. We’d been at the hotel for three days, long enough for as few of the staff to start greeting us by name, but not long enough that I was feeling the inevitable homesickness that comes with a long trip. “I’m just surprised *
Sexy time starts at (——) below. Halloween parties in college are always fun. Who doesn’t love letting their inhibitions down and getting in a funny costume, and having a good time. Not to mention all the girls in slutty costumes (personally, my favorite part of Halloween, but I digress). It was another spooky fall Halloween, and I was into my second year of grad school. My class was around 150 people, so you more or less knew everyone, but there were still some people where you had really only said hi too, or saw in passing. Our school always had a Halloween party for our program, so all levels of the program would dress up, go to a bar downtown, and let loose as we inched closer and closer to finals. I had always been a little cautious about hooking up, particularly because the class was so small so rumors spread quick. (Yes, grad school is just high school 2.0). Nevertheless, I’m a relatively good looking guy and did well for myself in undergrad (tall ish, blonde, athletic bu
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
This is the update I didn’t think I’d write. It’s the update you guys urged me to pursue, and believe me, I went all in. Firstly, if you need to backtrack and read how this got to this stage, here’s the link below to Parts 1 and 2. In all honesty, his shyness indicated this wasn’t going to happen. I decided to make the move, knowing he’d masturbated over seeing my tits, not only on the gift mug, but also the photo, I felt powerful. I am the older woman, after all, so it’s arguably my duty to lead. When closing at work, I waited until it was only he and I. I know by now when a guy’s horny. You can see it in their eyes. I felt he’d checked my ass out all day. I approached the subject. “You know what I love about working with you the most?” I smiled. A playfully confused look from him, I followed up with, “checking me out when you get the chance.” I turned around, bent over, and pretended to look for something. I laughed, and he confessed, “yep, caugh
Up until my senior year of college, including my study-abroad term, I had roommates. In fact, my freshman year and study abroad semester I actually shared a bedroom with another dude. Finally, my senior year, I was living completely alone. Beyond my own bedroom, I had my own kitchen and den. I could come and go as I pleased, and if I were lucky enough to bring a girl back with me, there were never any distractions from a roommate/suitemate or their respective guests. By far, I got the most pussy of my college career my senior year, but, ironically, as often as I hooked up that year, I got about as many rejections. It was a numbers game, and I made a move on every girl with whom I thought I had the slightest opportunity ... every girl except one. I met Laura in a journalism class I was taking. Once we got to talking, it was revealed that we lived in the same apartment building! I asked if I could stop by, and she was cool with that. So I did, and we really enjoyed each other's company.
I shared a flat with a girl in my university, who was pretty chill and awesome overall. Definitely the quiet type but not like I'm super extroverted either so it works. Was pretty impossible to hide my sex habits from her and she's been surprisingly chill about it. Few years ago, in one December we we chillin just us. Drinking wine while watching a movie. Don't remember how but we were talking about masturbating cause she's caught me before and I asked how she is so sneaky about it (ofc she started off all like "I don't masturbate" lol) I'll skip the convo but we masturbated together. Like full on spread facing eachother and telling eachother about our turn ones. We got super into in so much that we touched our pussies together. Things got super sticky. She was telling me about something that turned her on that she didn't want to say cause she thought I'd get mad. I kept poking. She told me it made her wet how easily I've picked up girls in the past, and she was envious of them, w
My sister dumped him three weeks ago after catching him texting other girls. He’s been blowing up her phone ever since, but tonight at 2 a.m. the doorbell rings. I’m the only one home, in tiny sleep shorts and a tank, no bra. Peek through the peephole: it’s him. I should ignore it. Instead I open the door a crack. “I just need to talk to her,” he slurs, with a voice crack. “She’s not here.” He looks at me, really looks, eyes dropping to my hard nipples, then back up. “Fuck… you look just like her when she’s pissed.” I should shut the door. Instead I step aside. “Come in.” He stumbles to the couch, I pour him water. Sits too close, hand on my bare thigh “for balance.” One touch and the air changes. He kisses me sudden, desperate, tasting like cigarets and regret. I kiss back harder. Clothes gone in seconds: my shorts ripped off, his jeans around his ankles. He pushes me onto the living room rug, spreads my legs wide, thick, rock hard, rubs the head through my lips once, finds
It's been 3 weeks since I last saw Chris, my son's good friend. He had just finished fucking me when I told him that my husband knew what was going on. He’s been texting me relentlessly wanting the chance to fuck me again. I’ve been playing it coy, sometimes answering right back, and sometimes waiting a few days to reply. Chris lives in town, but has been avoiding coming by the house because he is concerned about seeing my husband. This has been the subject of many of our texts. But still, he is being persistent about needing to fuck me again. I’ve been playing in to it, telling him everything with my husband SHOULD be fine and not to worry about it. My husband is a rather large man, so he is right to be a little concerned. With the holiday coming, and my kids coming home, I knew I would be seeing him Saturday night, so I sent him a video of me playing with myself, just to get things stirred up a bit. It worked, as you can imagine. He has been texting me non-stop. My son arrived hom
We went to a wedding where my wife and I shared a hotel room with her friend and her husband. We were all getting dressed before the wedding and I caught a glimpse of her friend naked. No one else saw but her friend caught me, smirked and wiggled her sexy ass at me. I embarrassingly smiled and looked away. Later that night when we all had a bit to drink wifes friend starts talking to me about what had happened earlier and asked if I enjoyed what I saw. I told her yes and she told me that I was a very bad boy and I shouldn’t be looking at her like that. I responded in saying that I’ve been even badder than she knows and she questioned me why. I told her that I’ve jerked off to her several times and find her extremely sexy. I could see her melt from the thought of me jerking if to her. She said we should go somewhere quiet and she’d give me a show. We left the reception and found a small conference room within the hotel. She pushed me down on a chair and straddled me, pulled her tits
Last week, I ran the Valencia Marathon in Spain, one of the world’s fastest courses. I’d trained for months to break the 3-hour barrier, and was deep in the pain cave by mile 22 when I noticed her. She was a few strides ahead. Slim, athletic, in matching shorts and a sports bra. But it was her ponytail that caught me, the way it bounced, tied with a pink ribbon, hypnotizing. She looked strong, but something in her stride told me she was fading. I caught up and said softly, “You’re doing great. Stick with me.” She gave a tired nod, totally spent. But she stayed. For the next 4 miles, we gritted it out together, step by step, lungs burning, legs screaming. We both crossed the finish line under 3 hours. At the finish, she hugged me tight, medal swinging against my chest. “Thank you,” she said, breathless. “I couldn’t have done it without you. I wish I had a way to return the favor.” We smiled, exhausted, and like so many race-day connections, drifted apart in the crowd. Hours late