Recently one of my friends married this girl we went to school with Nicole. Nicole always got a bad rep in which people called her out constantly for dating guys with money. The thing is, she was really hot and it takes two to tango so I never judged her for it. We were really good friends throughout high school. Years later, we didn’t really keep in touch besides social media. When she announced her engagement with her boyfriend Matt, I congratulated her. She responded thanking me and asked how I’ve been. From there the conversation lasted for a while. As we messaged each other back and forth, I explained to her about an issue I was having with one of my kidneys. Being that Nicole was a nurse, she told me to come down where she worked so she can check me out. It turned out to be a minor infection but I thanked Nicole for setting me up with the best doctor they had at the hospital. She sat in the room with me for a bit as we caught up some more. I brought up her fiancee Matt and she
Me and my wife have some amazing sex, and honestly I don’t think that there’s anybody who I enjoy sex more with. We recently took our sex life to the next level and started swinging. We’ve been wining and dining this hot couple that’s pretty experienced at this thing. One of my kinks is anal and butt stuff. My wife’s butthole is ridiculously tight and I’m pretty girthy so a finger in her is all I can manage and it makes her cum ridiculously hard, even squirt sometimes. During our most recent swap with this couple, I felt my finger against her asshole while going down on her and she moaned in a way so encouraging that I couldn’t help but slide it in. What happened next was incredible.. I had three fingers in her pussy, one in her ass and she instantly started cumming and convulsing. After cumming a couple of times she asked me to put another finger in her ass and as soon as I did this she started squirting on our bed. She came about five times before she had to stop due to overstimula
I’ve been training at a new gym, and let’s face it, the best thing about that… New hotties. The gym really is the playground of lust. And this is where things began. I’m catching the pre work morning crowd, however, it was a particular couple that I had eyes for. Mid-20s, seemingly very into each other, which is always sexy. Now, I don’t know what I loved most… The bulge in his grey shorts or her fucking divine, busty tits in a tiny sports bra, you know, the type that you’d get out and they’d just sit so nicely. I noticed them whispering in my direction. She was more subtle than him. Firstly, I was like argh, okay, is my outfit too much!? I was wearing a small grey sports bra and grey booty shorts, obviously pulled all the way up my ass, which is gym girl law. The next exercise I did, she came over to me. My heart raced and I was sat down, with my music in, and she and her beautiful rack were stood over me. I looked up, took my ear buds out and we spoke. She wa
Most of the sex toys I (F23) own have been bought for me in exchange for pics or videos of me using them. I once had a conversation with a group of friends about sex toys, and ended up telling them about the ones I have. I explained the above, how most had been gifts in exchange for pics or videos. One of my guy friends later messaged me and asked if there was a toy I wanted that he could get me as per the arrangement I had explained. I told him about the Lovense Lush, the pink remote vibe that responds to sound and movement and can be controlled over the internet. It's over $300 so I was never going to get it for myself. He agreed to buy me one and it arrived a couple days later. I got it setup, fully charged and after a few minutes he was connected to it. Having it come to life in my hand, knowing he was the one making it move, made my already wet pussy twitch. We’d already planned that I’d wear it somewhere public while he controlled it. On a perfect sunny day I put on my strap
Denis had gotten drunk again. No, it wasn't even offensive—it was somehow dull and familiar, like the creak of a cracked veranda door, the kind you hear every day and no longer notice. But today, that creak was the end of me. We'd only been at the dacha for three days, and I was dreaming of at least a little break from the city, but by lunchtime he'd already coaxed a bottle of cognac "for the shashlik" and by evening he was sprawled out in our summer bedroom, arms spread out, snoring rhythmically. He hadn't even properly undressed. I sat on the porch, smoking—I'd actually quit a year ago, but now I'd borrowed a pack from him—and watched the first streetlights flicker on over the neighboring property. A dull resentment throbbed in my neck. Thirty-six years old, and I was living with a man who preferred the bottle to me. The thought made me so bitter that I stood up abruptly, threw a light summer dress over my naked body, and went out the gate. Just to
My ex-boyfriend was the best lover I’ve ever had. He’s the most handsome man I ever knew. He had the perfect body. His cock was the perfect lenght and girth, and he knew what to do in bed. He was the only guy I had ever been with that could make me cum from fucking me alone. I loved that man and loved fucking him. He was perfect. However, he suffered from anxiety and self-doubt. He wasn’t sure of himself in most everything in life, and that carried over to the bedroom. I told him constantly how great he was, how sexy he was, and how amazing he was at fucking me. But he never seemed to believe it. He was never convinced. I wanted to try and find a way to show him I truly meant what I said and to do so in a way he would finally believe. I decided to share him with one of my friend. I knew that if she complimented him he would finally believe it. She was a good friend of mine, and I always knew she found him attractive. I asked her one night if she would like to fuck my boyfriend, and
We decided to celebrate New Year's at our place—it's been a while since we've had a group over, always feeling either short on time or short on inclination. My wife, Lena, got the idea back in November: she planned the menu, created the contests, and sent out the invitations. Lena is a stately woman, a natural blonde with a short haircut that reveals a graceful neck, C-cup breasts, and the pleasant curves of her hips, which she was a little self-conscious about, but which I adored. There were about ten guests. The table was groaning under the weight of salads and hot dishes, champagne flowed freely, and the chimes of the clock struck, making the neighbors' ears pop. Around three in the morning, the crowd began to slowly disperse—some called taxis, others walked, fortunately living nearby. Only Marina remained, a close friend of Lena's, whom she'd known since infancy. Marina was the complete opposite of my wife—tall, with a bob cut, flaming brown hair, green e
We were all 18+ and everyone consented! So I’ve known Daniel and Peter since freshman year. We had calc together and we’ve been study buddies ever since. They share this apartment off campus and I’m over there all the time. Last Friday I went to a party and lost my keys somewhere. It was like 2 AM and my roommate was out of town, so I did the drunk walk of shame to their place and started banging on the door. Daniel answered in boxers looking half asleep. “Melly, what the fuck?” “I lost my keys,” I said drunk. “Can I crash over for tonight? He sighed but still let me in. Peter was already asleep on the couch snoring loud, so Daniel was like “just sleep in my bed and I’ll take the floor.” But his room was tiny and the floor was covered in clothes and textbooks. I was drunk and tired and I said “just come to bed, we’re adults and it’s totally fine.” He squeezed in with me in the middle because the wall was on one side. Daniel was behind me, Peter was still on the couch an
Y So I found this place on Groupon near campus because my neck was killing me from hunching over my laptop all week. It was one of those Korean spa places with the dim lighting and the waterfall sounds. I was already nervous because I'd never gotten a professional massage before and I hate being touched by strangers but my roommate swore by it. The guy's name was Rufus according to the little card on the door. He was maybe like thirty with these big hands and was wearing one of those white uniform shirts. He told me to undress to my comfort level and left the room. I stood there for like five minutes trying to decide if I should keep my underwear on then I ended up taking everything off and laid face down under the sheet feeling like an idiot. When he came back he pulled the sheet down to my waist and started on my shoulders. His hands were warm and had this peppermint oil that smelled really good. I was trying so hard to relax but I kept freaking out every time he moved lower b
I still catch this guy pitching a tent whenever we have to work the same shift now. The whole goal was to ruin him for other girls, and I hope I came pretty close to it. So this happened a few months ago. We were closing up the coffee shop we work at. He’s this younger, super quiet guy who started recently. I always noticed him sneaking looks at my chest. I definitely didn't make it easy for him since I always unbutton my work shirt pretty low the second the manager leaves for the night. We were sitting in the back room doing inventory on our phones. I went to show him a funny video on my screen, but when I unlocked it, my browser was still open to my absolute filth from my morning solo session. I snatched it back super quick and was like "Uh, just use your phone to log the cups." He pulls his phone out, opens Safari, and boom he’s got a hub tab right there open to "petite POV." or some shit like that. Total degenerate, but I love it. He turned so red and started aggressively swipin
I’m 34M, married to Sarah (32F) for 5 years. We’ve been together 8 total. Things at home are stable; good jobs, nice house, decent sex maybe once a week, but that spark we had in our 20s is mostly gone. Her best friend Aisha (31F) has been part of our circle the entire time. They met in college and are basically sisters. Aisha is gorgeous in that quiet, elegant way: tall, curvy hips, full chest, smooth olive skin, big expressive eyes, and long dark hair she always covers with a hijab in public. She dresses very modestly, long abayas, loose cardigans, high necklines, but you can still tell she’s built like a woman who turns heads when she walks. Her husband is a decent guy, a bit older and pretty traditional. He travels a lot for work, sometimes weeks at a time. Aisha is the sweet, polite one in the group, always bringing food she cooked, remembering birthdays, the practicing Muslim who doesn’t drink but stays late laughing at our dumb jokes. The first time I really noticed her differ
Holy shit. I’m literally sitting in my car right now trying to catch my breath because I think my brain just short circuited. I’ve been seeing this specialist for a few months, let's call him Dr. K, to deal with some thyroid stuff that’s been making me feel like garbage. The meds have been helping, but I had to go in today for a routine follow up. I’m going down my list of symptoms, ticking off the brain fog and the sleep issues, and then I mention some weird skin irritation/sensitivity I’ve been having down there. Totally clinical. He doesn't even blink. Just says we should do a quick visual to make sure it's not a reaction to the new dosage. Next thing I know, I’m on the table with my feet in the stirrups, just staring at a poster of a human heart on the wall. He’s being super professional, which I appreciate. He moves my skirt up and he’s checking things out, saying how everything looks fine. Then it happened. His fingers are moving and he accidentally brushes right over my clit.
The bass from the speakers downstairs was a physical weight, a rhythmic thumping that I could feel in the soles of my feet and the hollow of my chest. The party was in full swing, the kind of mid-semester rager that usually ended with someone in a pool or the cops showing up, and I was already three drinks deep. The air in the living room was thick with the scent of cheap vodka, sweat, and a dozen different perfumes, and while I was having a great time, my phone started buzzing incessantly in my back pocket. I pulled it out, seeing my sister’s name flashing on the screen. She never called this late unless it was something important, and there was no way I was going to hear a word she said over the deafening roar of the latest chart-topper and the screams of fifty drunk college students. I pushed through the crowd, dodging a guy who was waving a red solo cup a little too enthusiastically, and made my way toward the stairs. I figured the second floor would be quieter, maybe I could find
It was already dark outside, and the Moscow-Vladivostok train had just gotten underway. I was going on a two-week business trip and had booked the bottom berth in a four-berth compartment. When I got on, two female students were already there—clearly heading home. One was a brunette, about 20 or 21 years old, with luscious D-cup breasts that were so prominent even under her loose T-shirt that it was impossible to take your eyes off her. The other was a brunette with a slim waist, long, slender legs in short shorts, and a trim, model-like bottom. Both were incredibly cute and laughing at something on their phones. I introduced myself, and they smiled. "Katya," said the big-breasted woman, "Masha," the brunette. They immediately realized the ride was long, so they pulled a bottle of vodka, Coke, and chips from their bags. "Want some?" Katya asked with a wink. Of course I will. An hour later, we were on familiar terms. The train rocked, the night was flying past
I’m 28 and my husband suggested we visit a traditional nude sauna during our trip to Germany. The idea made me nervous but also strangely excited. We wrapped towels around ourselves and stepped inside the hot wooden room together. There was already one woman and five men sitting on the benches. I chose a spot and, after a few moments, I let my towel fall away, exposing my bare breasts to the warm air. My husband sat right beside me. I could immediately feel the men’s eyes drifting over my body. They tried to be discreet at first, but their glances kept returning to my chest. After a while my husband excused himself to take a quick shower outside. As soon as he left, three of the guys were directly facing me. I slowly drew my knees up and let my thighs part just enough. My pussy lips were now completely open to their view. I kept my face calm, pretending I was simply relaxing in the heat, but inside I was buzzing with the thrill of their open stares. None of them looked away; they wer
I’ve been friends with a girl (we’ll call her Natasha) since high school. We would always hang out but never dated or slept with each other but we’re incredibly close to each other and that relationship continued after high school. She had an amazing body, big ass and big tits but I never tried anything with her not wanting to make things worse. After high school we continued to see each other periodically. One morning she invited me over for coffee and I happily went. We chatted for a bit and then she began to tell me about her new boyfriend and how he really wanted to do anal but she had never done it before and was scared. Unfortunately for me, this got me thinking about fucking her big ass and I couldn’t help but slowly get hard. As she continued talking i seen her glance down and have a shocked expression on her face. She asked “my god are you getting hard thinking about me getting fucked?” I blushed and said “sorry I couldn’t help but imagine fucking your tight ass especially
God, I was totally fucking up history class this semester, barely clinging to a D and panicking about losing my volleyball scholarship. I needed a savior, so I zeroed in on Ethan, this 20-year-old who lived two doors down in the dorm. He was built like a tank, six foot two of solid muscle from lifting every day, broad shoulders, thick arms, and a chest that stretched every shirt, but he was painfully shy, always blushing and mumbling, eyes dropping to the floor when anyone talked to him. He was a total virgin, I could tell, and that made him perfect for me to satisfy my kinks I asked him to tutor me, leaning in close during a hallway chat, my low-cut tank top letting my tits nearly spill out, nipples already hard from the thrill. “You’re so smart, Ethan, please help a girl out?” I said, voice sweet, brushing my bare thigh against his. He stammered, “Uh, sure, Eva,” face turning red, and I felt my pussy throb right there, a warm slick starting to drip between my legs. I never wear a
Going into my condo one day I saw a neighbor milf going into the unit next to me. I’d seen her before. She works as a hostess at a high end lounge at a big hotel chain. Very high end. She looked like the owner of the team off the show “Ted Lasso”. (Some will have to google that) she was always dressed like she was going to an extravagant $1,000 a plate supper. Very classy. She said hi a couple times. I got goose bumps, gorgeous and likely about 45. I was going into my place last weekend and she passed me carrying a bag. She stopped and looked at me. She held up the bag. “I get perks at my job. $150 bottle of wine. Wanna sample it with me?” Sure. I followed her into her place she took her coat off. She had her typical long one piece sleeveless black dress on. She’s fucken tall. 5’9” or taller without heels. She had dangling earrings. The whole deal. She had her back to me. “Do me a favor. Unzip me. “The dress had a long zipper from her shoulder blades down to the small of her back”.
It was one of those things you always kinda have on your list but never act upon... I had fantasized about it for years. Although I have watched tons of glory-hole porn, every time I actually looked for one, I was a bit discouraged by the actual reviews. Too many people saying it was dirty, awful or just gross. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting porn-quality men or dicks, but I do need a bit of... Safety? So a couple of months ago, a new sex shop opened, and I saw a lot of fairly good publicity. I found out it also had a "private DVD-watching area" which, as I discovered, is just a boring way of saying "glory hole" hahaha. I went maybe 3 or 4 times since the grand opening... I bought a couple of toys, a couple of lubes, had a chat with the super nice lady working there... And I knew I wanted to ask and discover more about the glory hole, but I could never win against my shyness. This last week I have been particularly horny (Hormones, porn, some guys teasing me...) so I made up m
I thought the house was empty. My daughter left with her boyfriend. They said they’d be back late. The silence was heavy. It had been a long time since I had a man. A year. Maybe more. The body remembered. It wanted. Today it wanted badly. I unbuttoned the blouse. Took it off. The bra fell to the floor. The skirt slid down. The panties followed. I stood naked. I sat on the edge of the bed. Spread my legs. Hands rested on my thighs. I looked down. It was wet there. Hot. The fingers moved on their own. Slowly. Over the clit. Then inside. One finger. Two. Breathing became short. Breasts rose. Nipples stood hard. I moved. The rhythm was simple. Forward-back. Deeper. The door opened. He stood there. My daughter’s boyfriend. In jeans. In a white T-shirt. It turned out my daughter forgot her phone. I froze. Legs spread. Fingers inside. Breasts rose and fell hard. Skin burned. He looked. Did not turn away. Eyes dark. Breathing audible. I wanted to cover up. Could not. Fingers twitch