So quick thing about me. I'm the office alt girl. Tattoos, dark lipstick, chunky jewelry, band shirts under my blazer when I can get away with it. Big tits that I've stopped pretending to hide because minimizer bras are a scam and life's too short. I know I stick out in a corporate office and I'm fine with it. Most of my coworkers don't know what to do with me. Now there's this guy. Different department. Quiet, glasses, always has his headphones in. The kind of guy who brings his own lunch in a container and eats at his desk reading something on his phone. We've talked maybe a dozen times in the year I've been working here. Morning greetings, small talk in the pantry, one time he helped me fix a formula in excel and his arm brushed mine and I caught him glance down at my chest for half a second before snapping back to the screen and turning red. I thought about that for three days. But I never made a move because he seemed like the type who'd apologize for bumping into a door. Espec
My best friend Val needed me to come on this overnight lake house trip with our college friend group because her parents only let her go out when I'm there (I'm the alibi, the responsible one, the eternal third wheel lmaoo). The real reason she wanted to go was to spend the night with her boyfriend Cole. I said fine because I love her and also free vacation So there's about 12 of us at this lake house, drinking, playing cards, eating pizza, and around 10pm someone pulls out a hat and we start doing written dares where you write a dare and how many people have to do it and toss it in Early dares were chill, sexy dance, call your ex, standard stuff. Then someone pulled out a dare that said "skinny dip for 3 minutes" and the bottle landed on Cole and the girl whose lake house it was The girl was shy about it but Cole stripped down like it was nothing and when I say I got a FULL view of Val's boyfriend I mean FULL, he was standing there under the patio lights completely naked and I was
My heart rate maintains a steady pace in anticipation of what’s to come. In the heat of the moment I’ve forgotten that it’s my turn to date Sophie. “I’m waiting.” She says, with a seductive look in her eye. I look back at her, my eyes can’t help but wonder down to her perfect tits. “Eyes are up here.” She jokes. God, stop staring at your sister’s tits. I think to myself. “Uhhhh right, a dare.” I stutter, looking back and forth between the girls. “Well, let’s keep on theme. Sophie, I dare you to eat Jess out for 30 seconds.” I wait nervously for their response to my outlandish request. Without saying anything, Jess raises her body from the water and slides her g-string off of her curvy hips. She reveals a neat cunt, with a sneaky landing strip shaved neatly above her clit. She sits on the edge of the hot tub and spreads her legs wide. What a sight, I wish I was the one about to taste her juices. “Mmmm it’s been a while.” Sophie says, positioning her head in front of Jess’s wet p
This was a few months ago. I was on a break with my boyfriend, the kind where you both know it is technically a break but you are also both secretly hoping it is not permanent. My best friend and I booked a last minute trip to this party resort on the coast because we needed to do something chaotic and it felt right. Second night there we met two guys at a bar. We were all pretty drunk and one thing led to another and somehow we ended up back in our hotel room with them, more drinks, some other stuff, the whole situation escalating in that way that feels inevitable in hindsight I guess. Here is the thing. There was one double bed. Mine and my friend's. And at some point we were both on it with these guys and I remember looking over at her like... are we actually doing this? And she just kind of shrugged and smiled and that was that. It was so hot. Like unexpectedly, embarrassingly hot. We were both getting fucked right next to each other and we kept catching each other's eyes and at
Over the years of being together, my wife and I have explored different kinks and fantasies. A couple weeks ago, my wife expressed that she finds the idea of me playing with other women in front of her oddly erotic. She admitted that she was somewhat embarrassed by being turned on by such a thought, but it’s something she has a growing interest in. Initially, I was taken by surprise by this information. We share some kinky interests, but never really talked about opening our bedroom up in this way. I asked if this is truly something she would be comfortable with and she meekly nodded. At that point, she shifted the topic and the conversation ended for that night. In the following days, while engaging in foreplay, my wife would increasingly mention how hot and bothered it made her thinking about watching others have sex. She would mention how hot it would be to see me pleasure another woman and to have my way with her. I didn’t think too much of it, other than it being dirty talk, as I
Okay so I need to get this out because I have been sitting with it and it is driving me insane. I live in a dorm with my roommate and her boyfriend basically lives here at this point. We have this unspoken agreement that whatever happens in the room stays in the room because there is literally zero privacy and we both just have to deal with it. It works fine usually. One night all three of us were watching something and they were on her bed doing their thing, she was on top of him, and it went on for basically the whole movie lol. I was in my own bed, sheet over me, "watching the movie" (I was not watching the movie). I was so turned on watching them and I just quietly took care of it myself while pretending to be very interested in whatever was on screen. I noticed she let him finish inside her which for some reason I could not stop thinking about. We all fell asleep. I woke up early to them going at it again, which at that point I had accepted as part of my morning routine. After
I’m 28. My girlfriend is 26. We’ve been together almost two years, but by the time I really started noticing her younger sister, things between us were already falling apart. We barely talked anymore. Sex had become rare and awkward. Most nights she was either on her phone or “too tired.” I stayed because it was familiar, because her family still treated me like I belonged, and because walking away felt harder than just drifting.Her younger sister is 20. From the first month I started coming over more often, she treated me differently. Not cold. Not distant. Too warm. Too attentive. At first I told myself she was just friendly. Then the details piled up.She almost never closed her bedroom door. If she was changing, she left it cracked. If she went to the bathroom, she walked there in a towel that barely stayed up. If she bent down for something, she did it slowly and only when I was nearby. One afternoon my girlfriend was upstairs on a long call with her mom. I was on the couch. The si
I said this in a different post. In my desire for sex I had made some bad decisions. This was not one of them. I lived with the same person my first 3 years of college. He transferred out for the last year. We stayed in contact and tried to meet when possible. It was second semester and he was going home for the weekend with his girlfriend. He asked me to come over and stay. I knew his family so I said yes. We were hanging at his house on Friday night. The 3 of us, his parents, his sister and her friend plus a neighbor. Soon it was just the 3 of us and his sister. Everyone else left or went to sleep. My friend and his gf suddenly disappeared and it’s just me and his sister. We talk for a few minutes and I say I’m going to sleep. Next thing I know she kissed me and I instantly kiss her back. We fall in the couch and within minutes are pretty much naked. She starts to suck my cock which was a good time to confirm she is 18. She sucks my cock, I lick her pussy, suck her t
Hello everyone. It's me again, the husband. My wife and I are both 34, and we've been married for five years. I'll describe her—she'll be the center of attention today. My wife is a woman with a chiseled figure, a narrow waist, and slightly wide hips, which she's a little self-conscious about, but which I'm absolutely in love with. Her breasts are a B-cup, very responsive to caresses, with dark areolas and nipples that literally harden in a draft. Her hair is a shoulder-length bob, dark and thick. And her eyes are large, brown, which turn almost black when she's aroused, and they squint slightly when she bites her lip. I noticed this detail every time she immersed herself in her "role." Our experience with third partners has expanded over the past year. After the sauna, there were more encounters, and each one added something new to our repertoire of scenarios. My wife has developed a taste for the role of "slut on a leash," but it's s
My FWB and I have been doing this thing for a few months now, just good sex and no feelings and no weirdness which works perfectly for both of us, and that is the only context you need before I tell you what happened last week because it is a lot lol. So I'm at his place on his bed with my legs up and he's been going for a while and I'm at that point where I've completely stopped being able to string words together, just sounds and his name and whatever noise comes out when he hits the right spot, and we're both a sweaty mess and I'm close and I have my legs locked around him and that is exactly when the door opens and his roommate walks in and just stands there and I'm staring at this guy, someone I have met maybe once at some party, making full eye contact with him from my current position which is legs in the air getting absolutely railed, and my FWB does not stop, not even slightly, he grabs my hips tighter and keeps going and glances back over his shoulder and says something to h
A couple years back after graduating highschool, I found my best friends mom on social media sex site called fet life. Even though her face was blurred out of every single one of her photos, I recognized some of the pictures from her Facebook. When I went on to read her bio, it confirmed everything else. She had recently gotten divorced from her husband just a year prior and only had 1 son who was away at college. As I kept reading her profile, I stumbled upon the list of fetishes she was into. In total, she was into 88 different fetishes and had another 46 she was curious about. One of those fetishs stood out amongst the rest. That being consensual non consensual. 35 of the 43 short stories she had written on her profile involved CNC and her getting man handled. It was kind of ironic that’s what she was into considering she could probably beat up the average male who didn’t train or workout. Matt’s mom was basically known in our town as a workout junky and even taught yoga, boxing, an
I was with my girlfriend and her sister. We slent the day hanging out and shopping at an outside mall complex. Her sister was staying the night. I let them have the evening out in the living room while I watched some TV from the bedroom. I got up to refill my water cup at around 11pm and when I walked through the living room, only her sister was awake still. My girlfriend was passed out on the couch. I probably should've had more clothes on than my sleep shorts. You could definitely see my dick print and her sister was looking at me the moment I walked in. I guess its my house, and if I want to walk around shirtless, I can. Her sister walked over and started talking to me. I watched her eyes going all over my body. Who doesn't like a big strong man though? Haha "God I wish my boyfriend had a body like yours." She said. I was flattered, but needed to make a joke. "Well, thank you, too bad big muscles mean I have a small dick?" I said and laughed. She didn't laugh. "I know thats a
We don't live together anymore but I think about that year more than I probably should. We'd been roommates since the start of college. She had a boyfriend who came over a few nights a week. I had an FWB situation. We were both happy with our respective arrangements. And also secretly with each other. It started one night when we were both a few drinks in, venting about our separate situations the way you do when you're comfortable enough to be honest. We ended up close on the couch and then closer and then she kissed me and I kissed her back and that was that. She slid her hand into my underwear without making it a question and found out immediately that I was already wet which I'm still a little embarrassed about. She worked two fingers inside me slow and kept her thumb on my clit and I came on the couch cushion we used for the rest of the year without a word about it. I pulled her underwear down after and returned everything she'd done with my mouth and she grabbed my hair with b
I got home with my shirt plastered to my chest, that post-game sweat mixing with the grime and August air until it felt like my pores were leaking cement. I dragged my feet through the front door and could already hear Mom on her phone in the kitchen, barking out some work thing. I considered trying to slink past, but I never got that lucky. The minute my sneaker touched the tile, her voice boomed over the speakerphone. “Alex, you smell like a gym sock. Please shower before you touch anything.” I grunted a “yup” and headed for the stairs, using the banister to hoist myself up the first step because my legs were jelly. It wasn’t even a minute before the screen door slammed again and Sophie, my big sister and living, breathing thirst trap, came strutting in. I say strut, but she moved more like she was in a slow-mo TikTok, all long golden limbs and swaying her hips like a pornstar. Today she was still in her volleyball gear, which meant her absolute minimum coverage shorts, so tight an
okay so this is wholesome I promise. kind of. mostly. one of my closest friends is this guy I met in my first semester. twenty one, genuinely one of the sweetest people I know, always shows up, always checks in, never once made things weird between us. we'd both agreed early on that we weren't each other's type in that way and needed a real friendship more than anything else and it worked out perfectly. so one night we're doing our usual thing, late, talking about everything, and he mentions he's been avoiding pursuing a girl he likes because of something he's embarrassed about. I asked what he meant. he took a while to say it but eventually explained that he's extremely physically sensitive — like, finishes very fast — and it makes him so anxious about being intimate that he shuts down before anything even starts. I told him he just needed to find a girl who thought it was cute because we exist. he said he knew that in theory but the anxiety was the actual problem. I thought abou
(19 at the time of story) A lot of girls really like big cocks. Including most of my friends. They’re always talking about how they need to be stretched, how nothing under seven inches is worth their time, how they can “feel the difference.” I used to nod along like I agreed. Truth is, I don’t. I never really have. I don’t think you need a big one to have good sex. I think most guys who are packing just rely on the size and forget how to actually fuck. I met Cameron and stopped pretending I didn’t like it average. We matched on an app. He was cute in a normal way, nice smile, good arms, the kind of guy who looked like he’d actually listen when you talked. We hung out a couple times, made out on his couch, and the third time his hand finally slid down the front of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties. I never do. The second his fingers dragged through how wet I already was, he made this low, surprised sound against my neck. “Jesus, you’re soaked.” I just pushed his hand deeper and k
first semester, dorm room, his hands on my hips, face down in the pillow. he'd been at it for a while by the time the knock came. I was completely gone, not thinking about anything, being used in the specific way that empties your head entirely, and then three knocks on the door and I reached for the sheet. his hand came flat between my shoulder blades and kept me exactly where I was. "yeah?" he called out. completely casual. like nothing was happening. "it's me," my roommate said from the other side. "can I grab my charger?" I opened my mouth. he answered before anything came out. "come in." I froze. turned my head sideways on the pillow and watched the handle move and the door open and my roommate walk two steps in and stop. she took it all in at once. me face down, him behind me, the situation entirely and unmistakably obvious. the sounds we'd been making. all of it. she didn't leave. she smiled. not embarrassed. not apologetic. this slow warm knowing smile like she'd wal
Thursday. I stopped by to see my old friend, German Borisovich—we went to medical school together, but he'd later gone into private practice. He'd opened a small office on the outskirts of town, where he saw patients with the most delicate problems. German was a forty-five-year-old man, lean, with long, musical fingers and a perpetually squinting gaze that somehow made his patients uneasy. His white coat fit him perfectly, revealing a starched shirt underneath. I'd just dropped in for a chat, a cup of coffee from his old Turkish coffee pot—the office hours were already over, and he'd dismissed the nurse. We were chatting about trivial matters when the doorbell rang insistently. Herman winced and glanced at his watch. “Who’s going on there?” he muttered and went to open the door. A girl of about twenty-two stood in the hallway, wrapped in a long cloak despite the warm weather. Slender legs in black stockings and expensive shoes peeked out from beneath the cloak. Her f
Third week with a new trainer. I signed up for him myself, having seen him on Instagram: tall, broad-shouldered, with a look in his eyes as if he already knew all the most embarrassing things about me. Vadim Romanovich. A former champion in some martial art, now the most expensive personal trainer at the Platinum club. They said he's tough. They said he'd show results within a month. They didn't say anything else. The first training session is hell. The second is a humiliating hell. He doesn't ask, he commands: "Five more," "Faster," "Are you weak?" And the worst part is, I do it. I can't stop. He looks at me, corrects my technique, places a heavy palm on my lower back, and a treacherous warmth spreads in my lower abdomen. I started wearing the most protective clothing so as not to give myself away by shaking. This morning I broke my diet again. Just one croissant and a latte with syrup, but he always knows it with some kind of animal inst
It was Amy’s birthday weekend. She had just turned 40. I was already a year ahead of her. We’re typical millennial moms. We both look younger than our age, great skin, glowing hair. We were getting ready for her party at my house. We’re childhood friends and, as usual, had no problem changing in front of each other. Amy is tall and thin. Despite three children, she always bounced back to be skinny and toned. I’m not as lucky. I have a pooch. My breasts have always been saggy and have gone downhill since. That’s an area we have in common. Amy had small, perky tits before the kids, and they’d deflated to almost no breast tissue since. I caught an updated peek as she slipped on her sundress and had me tie it for her. We were going out for a stereotypical girls’ night in Savannah, a two-hour drive. We packed up the bathroom, putting away the flat irons and makeup, headed downstairs, and said goodbye to my husband, who was staying home to watch both sets of kids. Ryan, also a typical