IT IS NOT. There is no need to feel ashamed or insecure about your dick size, 99% of it is just the media and internet lying to you. I would million times rather ride a normal-sized dick than try to take a massive python. Like do you guys see how small we girls are? How can a 5'1” me take a 10 inch cock. Either way, unrealistic, almost no one has that and it hurts anyway. Anything more than 5-6 inches feels painful and is just a bad experience. Maybe it works for some, but my pussy is small and short, I love a dick that I can ride for a while, not something that will hurt me after a minute. A dick and a person I can make love with rather than just have a mindless interaction. Dick size and me cumming hard on a cock has had no correlation for me. Give me a 4 inch cock, bit of fingers and some tongue action and you made me the happiest girl on the planet.. Most women don't want that super crazy stuff. The average is great for a good chunk of women. Especially if you know how to angl
I walked toward them, naked, my body shimmering beneath the sun with a mixture of sweat and excitement, watching their faces cycle through the most delicious mixture of confusion and lust I'd ever seen. "Sarah..." Mark finally managed as I set the three glasses of lemonade down on the table, standing back so they could admire my large breasts, my hard nipples, the definition of my hip bones. He gestured vaguely with his hand, a helpless little wave that encompassed my entire naked body. "You're...you're naked." I looked down at myself like I was checking the weather, then back up at him, tilting my head. "Yeah? So?" I said, a little dismissively, walked forward, the grass cool and slightly damp under my bare feet. "It's way too hot for clothes, don’t you think?” I straightened up, stretching my arms above my head, feeling my breasts lift and settle, watching their eyes follow the movement of my nipples. The sun was kissing my skin everywhere now, and with no fabric to trap the hea
This desire grew out of her fantasy of a complete change of context. We rented a house in a remote village on the border of three regions—a true wilderness, where cell phone reception was limited to the porch, and only on clear days. The house was well-built, with a huge Russian stove and a separate banya (sauna) on the shore of an overgrown pond. It was the banya that became the starting point. Karina imagined herself pleasuring the three sturdy village men we hired to mend the sagging fence and fix the roof right on the wet boards of the anteroom. This idea frightened me with its uncontrollability, but it excited me with the same force that frightened me. I agreed on the condition that everything stay in this bathhouse and in this wilderness. He found candidates through the local caretaker, posing as a swinging couple. The caretaker, a seasoned man, selected three. Sergei was a forty-year-old tractor driver, broad-shouldered and on his second marriage. Denis was a young gamekeeper
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
This is from back in college but it still is one of my favorite stories. Let me set this up a little bit. I loved college. My roommate John and I (Ben) were good friends. He had a very sexy gf, Jenna: light brown hair, 5’6, 135, 34D (I’d guess) and a nice round ass. Yes I noticed. You would too, trust me. And yes, John was clearly fucking “above his station” but good for him…he was pretty inexperienced before college. From the sounds of their antics in the bedroom, though, he was learning a lot from this girl. Damn. She didn’t shy away from being loud just because I was on the other side of the wall. Kinda hot for me too, honestly. I grew to have a little crush on Jenna. She was often in panties and a t-shirt in our place and yes I had jerked off and thought of her more than a few times. So John tells me one night that he and Jenna are gonna be gone til after dinner the following day. He had class and then work and she had classes and then they were going out for food. Awesome. Thank
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
About ten years ago I worked in an office of a quite big delivery company for a few years. One day I accidentally showed a picture of my cock in full erection to my closest female coworker. She was married, mother of one. I was showing her some work related screenshots from my own phone. And I didn't remember, that after those screenshots, was pic of my rock hard cock and after that pic of me fucking a girl in her ass. Close up pic, but recognizable because of my tattoos My phone was on her hand she was scrolling those screenshots and reading the text, she swiped the screen and the expression on her face changed. She was staring at the screen with her mouth open. I realized what happened. I got in panic and reached to swipe back. Wrong way of course, now she was looking at my big cock in some girl's asshole. She just held the phone and stared. I was so embarrassed. After a while she gave my phone back and continued talking about those work related screenshots. Something definite
For context, when I was a junior in college, I was part of this mentorship program to help freshman with college stuff. I had 4 people to mentor. After the first week we were supposed to go to all of our freshman's dorms to check up, introduce, and bla bla bla. On the friday evening I went to the first 3 dorms and everything went well. The 4th one was the only girl I had to mentor. I knock on the door and she opened it. Wet hair, a tight t-shirt with no bra, massive tits, and hot pink underwear. "Oh I'm so sorry, is this a bad time? I'm your mentor." "No not at all, come in!" As she put on a robe to cover up. We weren't really supposed to go inside but I was distracted by her massive rack and just followed her orders. She sat her on bed cross legged, while I stood in front of her. "bla bla bla, anyways here's my number, feel free to reach out for anything" The she uncrossed her legs "Like wdym anything?" as she took the robe off and purposely made her massive tits jiggle. "You
Fake names. 18+. This is the first (and not last) time I ever did anything with my girlfriends younger sister. Me (19m) and my girlfriend Sophie (19f) have a somewhat open relationship i guess, it's only amounted to me sleeping with some of her friends and her getting with one of her childhood friend a few times. The only rule she made pretty clear was her sister (18f) Lauren was off limits, which I had no problem with and respected. Both lauren and sophie have slim athletic builds, the only major difference is sophie has brown hair, while lauren is blonde. We all had a good relationship together, we hung out all the time together. At this point, I wasn't sure if Lauren really knew that Sophie and I weren't exclusive to each other all of the time, but I think she had the idea. Well, one night we were in their parents basement hanging out, playing Fortnite for a bit, making extremely specific rules where we would make the person playing drink something or take a shot. Eventually w
The pool is a special aquarium in the evenings. By evening, the water is as smooth as glass, the lights are dimmed, and only the steady hum of the pumps breaks the silence. My group of adults had left about twenty minutes ago, and I was about to close the door when she appeared on the edge. Marina. The only one of them all wearing a tailored swimsuit, but it fit so well that every man on the path instinctively held his breath as she emerged from the water. She was in her early thirties, with a ring on her finger and a son whom she sometimes brought along. She was married, happy, and fit. Judging by the occasional exchange, everything was going well with her husband: a comfortable house, a mortgage, and a vacation in Turkey. But there was something else about her. A kind of hungry pucker at the corner of her mouth when she thought no one was watching. The way she lingered after practice, swimming closer than necessary when I explained stroke technique. That evening she asked me to he
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
So I’m 19, a sophomore, I used to share apartment with Mark and that was super fun and crazy, now I’m sharing this off campus apartment with a girl who’s honestly a total smoke show. We hit it off day one because we both have zero shame. I grew up in a super progressive, "clothes optional" kind of house, so I’m basically always walking around the place in whatever I want. She’s totally fine with it and usually joins in, so the vibe is always super relaxed and open. Last Friday night was just on another level, though. I was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, completely naked and just watching some random Netflix doc, when she pings me saying she’s heading back from the bars with her guy. Honestly, I was feeling pretty lazy and a little bit worked up already, so I just grabbed a throw pillow to "cover up" and stayed right where I was. It covered most of me, but definitely not enough. They stumble in, clearly a few drinks deep and totally into each other. I just wave and go,
Guys, this is MADNESS! A quick overview before I go into things. Last year, I slept with a sex store worker, her name’s Lucy, and I purposely overshared with her that I enjoy anal play after she sold me a vibrator. We flirted, I left with her number, and went out for drinks. Lucy’s got a rock chick vibe with gorgeous red hair. I’m older than her at 37. She modestly hides her D cups, which made them the best gift in the world to unwrap. Oh, and petite little me is shorter than her 5”7 stature. Visuals are important, now you have them. I have her saved in my phone as ‘Pineapple Pussy’, which re-iterates why I never get that sweet nectar taste out of my head. However, as things go with life, things just became… A little messy. I’ll say her casual fuck buddy was very jealous. We remained on good terms, although it was an understanding of no more. Now, you came here to read some utter filthy sex, and as I write this, sipping my coffee with a wet pussy and a hug
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
I matched with her on Bumble around 2 AM. Her name was Kavya, 25. Her profile wasn’t trying hard. The photos were honest slightly chubby face with baby fat still lingering on her cheeks, small eyes, a prominent nose, and a awkward half-smile in most pictures. In one photo she was wearing an oversized hoodie, in another a simple kurti that couldn’t hide her heavy chest and round belly. She wasn’t ugly, but she definitely wasn’t the kind of girl guys swiped right on first. Her first mesSsage to me was surprisingly bold: “I know I’m not the hot girl you usually match with. But I’m tired of pretending I don’t want sex. If you’re okay with that, let’s talk.” That bluntness caught me off guard. Over the next few days, we chatted a lot. Kavya was a software tester who worked from home most days. She told me she had always been the “cute but chubby friend” the one guys confided in but never dated. She had zero experience. No boyfriend, no hookups, not even a proper kiss till date. At 25,
(Make sure you check out my previous story about Diana, accessible via my profile! Not only does that story introduce Diana and the relationship we had, that’s where Noelle shows up first as well. Now, on with the show!) You had them, didn’t you? Maybe you have them now. Or maybe you just heard about them in that Sabrina Carpenter song. Fuzzy. Pink. Handcuffs. Somehow, in college, almost every girl seemed to have them. Maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it really did seem like every girl I hooked up with from the age of eighteen to about twenty-four would, without fail, pull a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs out of her nightstand, where they had been cradling her vibrator, and, shyly, say something along the lines of: “I’ve never been brave enough to try these but…” The first time I encountered them was on my friend Diana, while she writhed on her bed, with her roommate, Noelle, on top of her. It’s not what you think. “Hey!” Noelle cried, tossing her dirty blonde hair back over her s
ok so i went hiking by myself last saturday because i do that sometimes when i need to clear my head. just me, my airpods, a water bottle, and this trail i like that's kind of off the beaten path where u barely see anyone. it's one of those spots where u have to know it's there or u'd walk right past the entrance i was about an hour in and coming around this bend near a clearing when i noticed a tent set up just off the trail. nice setup too, not like a little backpacking tent but one of those bigger ones with a canopy thing over the front and camping chairs and a cooler. and sitting in those chairs was this couple the guy noticed me first. he was probably early thirties, athletic build, scruffy beard, shirtless in these low hanging shorts. he smiled and did that little head nod thing and i pulled my airpod out and said hi. his wife turned around and she was gorgeous. like annoyingly gorgeous. dark hair pulled up in a messy bun, tan skin, wearing a sports bra and these tiny shorts, a
This was 2018. I was twenty, and psychologically unsound, on medical leave from NYU, where I’d been studying—you guessed it—psychology. I’ll avoid getting too deep into the weeds of doom and gloom, but in essence, my roommate and my Cog Sci professor had teamed up to get me 5150ed, after noticing in me a nasty cocktail of recklessness and sleeplessness. I am told I presented as methed-out. Paranoia, rambling, bizarre sexual escapades that I now do not recall. I blame most of it on the stimulants I’d been abusing for midterms. Some of it on the yet-undiagnosed bipolar. In any case, they weren’t wrong to send me up the hill. I’d been on the ward at New York Presbyterian for three days when Elsie was admitted. By then I’d pretty much evened out. I’d slept for around forty hours straight when I arrived, thanks mostly to the Ambien, and that alongside an antipsychotic regimen was enough to slow my roll. The psychiatrist wanted to hold me for a few more days to make sure I was without adver
About 6 months ago my neighbor (25F) came home from a ski trip with a broken leg. She lived across the hall from me (25M) in our Boston apartment building, and we had gotten close over the past couple months. She told me she was going skiing for the weekend, but when I saw her with a broken leg after she got home I was shocked. She was on crutches with a black long leg cast on her right leg. She said she was miserable. She explained to me that she broke her tibial half way up the mountain. She said it didn’t hurt terribly bad anymore, but she couldn’t do anything. Leaving the apartment building was hard and none of her friends lived near by to help her. I offered to help with whatever she needed. She was hesitant to take me up on it, but asked if I could pick up some groceries for her. The next day she texted me a list and I went over to Trader Joe’s to pick everything up. As I was leaving Trader Joe’s she texted me asking if I could grab her a bottle of wine. She had mentioned to me
My name is Alexander, and I was 19 years old when this happened. Anna, my older sister, was 24. We had always been close — closer than most siblings, I guess. Growing up, we shared everything: secrets, late-night talks, even the same bathroom when we were kids. But after I turned 18, something shifted. I started noticing her in ways I never should have. The way her tank tops clung to her full, perky C-cup breasts when she came out of the shower. The curve of her hips in those tiny sleep shorts. The soft sway of her ass when she walked around the house in just a T-shirt and panties. She had long, wavy chestnut hair that fell down her back, smooth olive skin, and these big hazel eyes that could make my stomach flip. Our parents had gone on a two-week anniversary trip to Europe, leaving the house to just the two of us. It was the middle of summer, hot as hell, and the AC in our old house barely worked. That Friday night, everything changed. I was in the living room watching some min