In my mid-20s I was living in a shared house in Nottingham with 4 other professionals; 3 women in their 20s and early 30s and 1 other guy like me in his 20s. We were all friendly with each other after living together for 6 months. We each had our own room but shared kitchen, lounge and bathrooms. After one particularly challenging week away with work I’d got back to home for a Friday night and was pretty tired but really needed to let off some steam and being single, looked forwards to jerking one out. Before I could do so though, Sophie, who had a room next door to me, stopped me as I was going into my room. “Hey Alex, it’s Amanda’s birthday tomorrow, we had a card for her please can you sign it and get it back to me before she gets home?” “Sure, no worries” I reply “I’ll sort in a bit” and took it into my room. I put the card on my bedside table next to a glass of water intending to sign after I’d rubbed myself to orgasm. I closed my bedroom door, set out an old t-shirt on my bed
Another update to the ongoing escapade between myself, my wife, and her friend! This previous Friday, my wife went out of town for the weekend for one of her friend’s bachelorette party. I came home from work like usual and went about my routine. I message my wife to see if she landed safely, and she had. I let her be as she was gearing up to go out with her group of friends. That evening, Danielle had messaged me asking how I was. I responded and we chatted a bit. She asked how I was doing with my wife out of town, I’m gathering my wife had told her she would be out of town. I stated that I’ve been managing and she started to flirt a bit more. She stated that she was in the bath and sent a photo of herself covered up by the bubbles. My cock couldn’t resist and a started to get firm. I asked her if she was pampering herself from a hard days work and she said she was. She sent another photo with her fingers slipping between her legs. At this point, I pulled my cock out and stroked myse
Note: I have somehow been lucky enough to have a lot of sex, so I wanted to document some of these experiences. They are all 100% true (except names). Just as a point of reference, there is nothing at all special about me physically (6'1, 210, shaved head, blue eyes, tattoos, athletic build) But as my friends often say, i have fallen into more than my unfair share of sex than anyone they know- Julie and I had originally met at work, which is probably why nothing sexual had ever happened between us, that and a 15 year age gap. 8 years later and still just platonic friends, she had just come out of an ugly divorce, when she decided to have a baby on her own through IVF. After settling into new motherhood, we had made a plan for me to stop by so we could catch up, as we had both been busy. When I got there, we said our hello’s- damn I forgot how attractive she was. Julie is probably 5’5, 120 pounds, but with a really small waist and the type of ass that women all talk shit about and s
I used to be SO embarrassed about this and now I'm sitting here typing it out with one hand between my legs so I think the embarrassment phase is over lol Quick backstory that matters: I was going through a rough patch and my best friend and her boyfriend let me stay at their apartment for a while. They gave me the spare room and didn't charge me anything and were amazing about the whole thing and I love them both for it :) What I did not anticipate was how OPENLY they fuck. Like I knew they had sex obviously but I did not know that "their apartment" meant "their sex was happening in every room at all times with doors open and zero concern about volume." The first week I was there I heard her cum through the wall so loud I thought she was being murdered. I walked out of my room and their bedroom door was open and I could see his ass in the mirror going to town and I just turned around and went back to bed and laid there listening and getting wet and feeling complicated about it. It
Her dark brown eyes glistened with moisture as she choked on my cock, but she still didn't break eye contact. As the tip pushed against the back of her throat, she sat up and adjusted to let it slide further down. She began flexing and contracting her throat to massage my cock as it slipped as far down as it could go. She let my balls roll gently through her dexterous fingers while the other hand rested on my body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I gripped her hand. She pulled back up to catch her breathe, then went back to rhythmically bobbing up and down, twisting her mouth and flicking her tongue all over my shaft. It was wet, loud, and sloppy. "Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna..." I started. "I..." I could barely speak. She took one last deep breathe then pushed my cock down her throat once again. The combination of throat contractions and tongue stroking had me cumming in seconds. Each shot deposited directly into her stomach. My body tightened and lifted with each pump l
Let me start from the beginning. I matched with this woman on one of those dating apps for couples a few weeks ago, she was sweet, funny, we talked every day for like a week before she told me she was married and her husband knew and they were looking to explore together because she'd recently opened up about being attracted to women and he was supportive and wanted to be part of it. I almost unmatched because that felt like a lot but she was so genuine about it and we'd already built a real connection so I stayed We all got on a group call and the husband was chill and respectful and they both made me feel comfortable and after a few more days of talking we planned to meet at their house on Saturday So Saturday comes and I prepped like I was going to war, full wax, moisturized everywhere, shaved everything, I bought lube and condoms and even packed some extra stuff in my bag in case they wanted to get really freaky, like I was READY, my pussy was ready, my whole body was ready, I ha
I woke up feeling refreshed, with drool on the pillow, and swung my feet off the bed. To my surprise, my morning glory had never looked so bright. It had recovered quickly from my sister's blowjob, and I was still tripping over the fact that she had snuck into my bedroom, brought me to heaven, and made me confess things I had kept secured in my heart for so long. I felt the thrill as I got my shorts on. Through the slatted blinds I could see that Mom was already gone for work. I had no idea what Nadya had planned, but entering her was a forbidden dream of mine, suppressed by the law and by everything I had been raised to believe. I yawned and descended the stairs, then froze on the last step. Nadya waved from the couch, and Catalina was beside her, looking more excited than usual. Neither of them was known for being an early bird. Both wore tight matching denim shorts and a spandex athletic top with sizable gaps at the sides. Nadya's was purple and Catalina's was blue. It was alread
They rented a dacha for the summer, an old log house on the edge of the village, with a sagging fence, apple trees, and a sauna house at the back of the property. Neighbors were rare, mostly on weekends, and on weekdays it was so quiet you could hear the overripe apples falling. That Friday, Lena arrived alone. Her husband was supposed to be arriving later; he had a big emergency at work, so she decided not to wait for him in stuffy Moscow and instead dash out of town. By the time she got there and unpacked her bags, it was already dark. The house greeted her with the smell of old wood and dust. She opened the windows, letting in the night air, scented with grass and river dampness. A text came from her husband: "I'll be late, don't wait up." She chuckled, put her phone down, thought, "Here we are, romance!" She poured herself some tea, and sat on the veranda. She was too lazy to heat the bathhouse alone, but her body ached from the journey and she wanted to
I have been seeing the same male massage therapist for about a year now and from the very first session we clicked, like really clicked, we talk about everything during my appointments, nothing is off limits, and we have always flirted pretty shamelessly with each other, to the point where I have flashed him before as a joke, which he absolutely was not expecting. He is playful and a little bit of a menace and I am embarrassingly gullible so he loves to set me up, straight faced stuff like oh you are not actually on the schedule today or actually I am the one getting the massage, and I fall for it every single time which he finds hilarious. Last week he started the session telling me to get undressed and lay on top of the sheets, take everything off, and I started pulling my hoodie over my head before I caught the look on his face and said just kidding and he had to excuse himself from the room lol. He came back, I was face up with my chest half covered, and he started on my neck li
Hello everyone. It's me again, and again, the story isn't about me. Or rather, it's about me, but not in the way you might think. This time, the story is told from the perspective of a man—an acquaintance of mine with whom I once got to talking about this topic. He allowed me to record it but asked not to use his real name. Let's call him Igor. He's 34, lives alone in a rented one-room apartment on the outskirts, and works remotely in IT. I'm quoting his words almost verbatim, only editing them a bit for readability. So. It happened last fall. I was working on a project, sleeping five hours a night, and eating whenever I had to. That night, I finished a call around twelve thirty, realized I hadn't eaten anything decent all day, and went to the app to order something. I opened it, chose burgers, fries, and a cola. I looked at the delivery time—thirty-five minutes. Okay. I ordered, went to take a shower, and then sat down to finish watching the series. The
The festival had been going exactly as planned. We’d set up camp close to Louisa (18F) and her friends, partly because I’d been asked to keep an eye on her, and partly because my mates had immediately taken an “interest” in some of her friends. They were more than happy with the arrangement as we helped carry their alcohol from the car to camp. During the actual days everyone did their own thing though. We’d disappear into the crowds, occasionally see them all back at the tent to top up on alcohol levels, then head off again into the evening. It was just before the headline act when I went looking for some food and unexpectedly ran into Louisa. She looked slightly flustered having lost all of her friends and being unable to contact them. There’s like 100k people at the festival, so WhatsApp and texts just doesn’t go through until hours later. I got my food and waited for my mates with Louisa at a pre-agreed meeting spot. The main stage was filling up quickly, so we gave up after a w
I met a girl on some chat site years ago, and we chatted for a while before ever deciding to meet up. I was 22M, she was 18F. We’d exchanged plenty of dirty pics of ourselves before ever meeting up, and we’d talked about potentially hooking up, but it was mostly just fun and hanging out once we met up. So this girl (let’s call her Stephanie) always brought her friend (also 18F) with her when she came to hang with me and my friends. Stephanie was a little overweight and kind of cute. Her friend Ashley was not as cute, but she had an absolutely smashing body. Not thin, but thinner than Stephanie, and she still had some nice curves, a great ass, and the most magnificent set of tits. Ashley and I kind of hit it off pretty well and we’d flirt a lot and there was definitely some sexual energy. I feel bad now looking back because Stephanie obviously was interested and I just kind of moved onto the hotter friend. But we all hung out together pretty often and had a good time. One night we
A comment on a recent post I made reminded me of this one. This happened when I was about 21, so it's been quite a few years I lived in a crummy apartment with my roommate. I worked afternoons and he worked the graveyard shift so I was home alone a lot. I had 2 female friends that I knew from highschool that would come bug me all the time and show up and try to get me to come out with them One of them kind of had a thing with me in school but we never had sex or anything, the other was into me but I wasn't really into her at all One night I had just gotten home from work, it was about 11 and they showed up. They kept telling me they were bored and wanted me to go out and play pool with them and get some drinks. I kept telling them I had beer in the fridge and didn't feel like going out. One of them (the one I had formerly had a thing with) said "come on, I'll suck your dick". I laughed a little and said "you would anyway, are you even any good at it?". She told me she'd never get go
I woke to the sound of laughter, loud, bright, impossible to ignore. I pulled on a robe and went downstairs, Emily and Jenna were in the kitchen, shoes off, dresses rumpled, glowing from their night out. Takeout boxes covered the counter. Jenna was reenacting something ridiculous; Emily was already laughing too hard to stand straight. “Scott!” Emily called when she saw me, leaning on Jenna for balance. “We didn’t mean to wake you.” I didn’t mind. Their joy filled the room. Emily’s hair was falling out of its bun, the cross on her necklace catching the light as she giggled. Jenna whispered something to her, and they laughed again. “We’re just finishing the party,” Emily said, teasing. “You can watch. You like to watch." Jenna looked at her, puzzled by the turn of phrase. Emily stumbled into the living room and snapped her fingers with mock imperiousness. "Bring us more wine. " Jenna was halfway through another loud story when I brought them refilled glasses of wine. Emily was laughi
We moved into this house in May. It's a two-story building with four apartments, a small courtyard, and parking for two cars. Ours is on the far left, on the ground floor. The neighbor on the right is a man of about forty, lives alone. His name is simple, Sergey. He works from home, does something with computers. I've seen him a couple of times: going out for the mail, taking out the trash, sometimes smoking on the porch. An ordinary guy. Not fat, not thin, short, dark hair. Strong hands. For some reason, I noticed this right away—his hands. The first few weeks, we just said hello. "Good morning," "Good evening." Nothing more. His wife greeted him too, but casually, without stopping. Then one day, I came home from work, and she was standing next to him at the gate, laughing. He was telling her something, and she was listening. I walked over and said hello. Sergey nodded, saying that we had a nice yard, that it was quiet. I agreed. We went home. In the evening
We were out camping with a few of our friends. One night around the fire my wife wouldn’t stop complaining about how hot it was. She’s a thick girl, soft hips that curve out wide, full thighs that press together when she sits, a real solid body with a soft stomach that folds a little when she leans forward. The heat was just sticking to her. She was sweating through her shirt, the fabric clinging to the soft roll of her belly and the heavy shape of her tits. I’d told the guys before that she gets self-conscious about her body sometimes. She second-guesses how she looks, especially being thicker, and it can mess with her head. So when one of the guys finally goes, “If you’re that hot just take the damn shirt off. Dare you to sit here in your bra and jeans,” I was a little surprised she actually went for it. She looked at him for a second, then just shrugged, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. Underneath she had on this black bra that was barely holding her 34DDD tits. W
**\*names have been changed for privacy purposes.** So this was back when I was in uni, I was 19. My now ex- boyfriend (Alex) and I had been dating for a couple months, but we’d known each other for more than a year. We both liked each other a lot, but he told me he wanted to wait a couple years for sex — and that was perfectly fine, I respected that. Every summer, his family planned some annual trip to a beach town. We’d only been together for a bit, but he really wanted to take me with him, so I agreed. His parents were super nice. His mom was this short, blond woman who was kind to me. His father, though, was tall, muscular, with graying hair and handsome features. My ex-boyfriend clearly got his mother’s genes. The beach house was big, lots of rooms, very open. Most of our time was spent on the back patio or down by the beach. One night, a couple days after we arrived, Alex and his brothers went for a boys night just by themselves. His mom went out to the spa with his sis
The door opens, you come in with your suitcase, take off your coat without looking at me. It smells of the road, perfume, a foreign city. I stand in the hallway, waiting. You finally look—and I understand everything in your eyes. You're not tired. You're not missing me in a human way. You want to. You put down your suitcase, without taking off your shoes, and come closer. Silently. You take my chin and turn my face. You look. I remain silent. You run your thumb over my bottom lip, pressing lightly. I open my mouth. You smile—briefly, without warmth, rather contentedly. "Did you miss me?" you ask. Your voice is low, calm. I nod. You let go of my chin and walk into the room without turning around. I follow you. The suitcase is still standing in the hallway. In the room, you click the locks, lift the lid. You take out something wrapped in black cloth. You put it on the bed. You unfold it. A belt. Leather, wide, with a buckle. I look at it, then at you. You don’t smile.
This happened a month ago. We’d just finished a long hike and ended up at a mutual friend’s house for dinner and drinks. Everyone was relaxed, a little sun-tired, and the wine was flowing. At some point Chris casually mentioned that his wife hasn’t given him a blowjob in four or five years. He said it’s his absolute favorite thing, but she finds it gross and likes the control of denying him. I felt my face heat up. Chris is honestly really handsome, and I’m a complete blowjob slut. The thought of him going that long without one made my mouth water. Fast forward, When he went inside for more beer, I made an excuse and followed him. I found him in the kitchen, cornered him against the counter, and without a word started rubbing the front of his jeans. He got hard instantly under my hand. I pulled him into the small storage room just off the kitchen, shut the door, and dropped to my knees on the dusty floor. I yanked his jeans and boxers down, took his thick cock out, and wrapped my li
I did something terrible to someone and then I did something even more questionable to try to fix it and now I can’t stop thinking about him and I don’t know which part of this situation makes me a worse person. So there’s this guy in my study group at school. We used to be fine, not close friends but friendly enough, and then I ruined it. I won’t go into every detail because it makes me look awful (because I was awful) but the short version is we had a fight, I took it too far, I messed up his chances with a girl he was seeing by running my mouth, and I kind of turned the rest of our group against him. He pulled away from everyone and I heard through a mutual friend that he was failing classes and seeing someone for depression and considering leaving the group entirely because of me. That hit me somewhere I wasn’t ready for it to hit. I spent a whole night staring at my ceiling feeling like garbage because I genuinely, wait no not that word, I really truly made someone’s lif