This story happened twenty years ago, when I was 20 and home from college for the summer. My younger sister, Jane, who was 18 at the time, had been dating a local guy named Matt for a few months. I’d gone to school with him, but I barely knew him until he started seeing her. Matt was tall, athletic, dark-haired, and effortlessly handsome — the kind of guy who naturally drew attention. To be honest, Jane was stunning. She had the kind of beauty people openly talked about: tall, long-legged, perfectly proportioned, with gorgeous features and flowing dark hair. She was also an exceptional athlete, especially in gymnastics, and would later earn a prestigious scholarship because of it. I was attractive too, just in a different way. I was shorter, with a tight ass and beautiful perky boobs and a pretty face. But next to Jane, I often felt invisible. At family events, everyone would gush about how beautiful she was, while I rarely received the same attention. It could be frustrating and hur
My name is Oleg, I'm 34. I'm a clinical psychologist by training, but I've been doing field therapy for eight years now, leaving the office. I lead small groups into the mountains, the taiga, and sometimes even the Altai Mountains. I specialize in working with psychosomatics and body blocks. I've long noticed that when you take someone out of their usual context—without mirrors, makeup, or social media—something truly happens to them. Especially with women. Especially with those who've been carrying around a shell of "I'm not pretty enough," "I'm shy," and "nobody wants me" for years. The idea of creating an off-site intensive program has matured. Five days in the mountains of Karelia, offline, focusing on body acceptance and liberation. No offices, hotel rooms, or other frills. Just forests, lakes, tents, and a sauna on the shore. I called the program "Reboot." A month before the start, I launched an ad through my former
Me and my girlfriend were at a bar recently. We had a lot of fun and got really hammered. We took an Uber to her house. When we got in the car we saw that our Uber driver was a knockout. Her name was Mandy. She was a hot blonde with short hair. She was wearing a low-cut shirt. Her tits were huge. The first thing my girlfriend said was, "You are really fucking hot." On the ride home they were talking and they really hit it off. I saw my girlfriend smile and I knew what she was about to do. She asked Mandy if she thought I was hot. Mandy got a bit embarrassed, but she said yes. Then gf asked Mandy if she wanted to see me with my shirt off. Mandy said yeah, so gf took my shirt off. Mandy said I looked sexy. gf started telling Mandy how we have an open relationship and she lets me fuck other women, but only if they're hot. Then gf bluntly asked Mandy if she wanted to fuck me. Mandy said maybe. I didn't know if she was playing hard to get or if she was caught off guard by the question.
So I’m m (27) and my partner is f (26), we’ve been dating for about a year and I’ve been slowly getting to know her family. Especially her identical twin. We often have family get togethers during the weekend. I still can’t believe that happened honestly. We were all drunk at my girlfriend’s parents’ place after this family get together and I went upstairs completely convinced I was walking into my girlfriend’s room. Her and her twin literally have identical rooms side by side, same dim lamp, same blankets, same layout. They’re one of those minimal ikea families. So I walk in half asleep, get into bed behind her and immediately wrap my arm around her waist. She was wearing one of those oversized sleep shirts and I remember just instinctively pulling her closer into me and kissing her neck a little. And she didn’t stop me. She absolutely knew it was me from the second I touched her. I only realized when she turned around and I properly saw her face. I remember whispering “hol
When \[m\]y wife Jane was pregnant with our second child we met a couple (Steve and Ann) at the antenatal classes and became good friends with them. They also had another child about the same age as our eldest, so we would go to each others houses a lot for them to play together. As the women couldn't drink we got into the habit of playing board games of an evening. We would settle the kids in bed for a sleep over and mainly chat but play various games. This was before the game Cards Against Humanity was launched but we had a very similar type of card game that asked probing questions and revealed peoples secrets and desires. We quickly learnt that everyone around the table was both a bit kinky and open minded. One question was if we had ever played Spin the Bottle. We all admitted we did and reminisced our past experiences. Steve suggested we should play it. We all politely declined in front of our partners but we were all secretly keen and didn't need much persuasion. My wife was c
My dad married my step mom when I was a teenager. She has a son and a daughter who are around the same age as me, just a little bit younger. I always got along well with my step brother, Max. He sort of looked up to me as a kid. My step sister, Stephanie, tho, she was always a bitch to me. Every other weekend I would be bullied by her. She was ruthless. I couldn’t stand her. We’re adults now and every Christmas her family gets together to drink and celebrate at their grandparents house. The people from out of town always have a bed to sleep in because their house is pretty big. I usually only go to say hi and eat some food, but this year was the first year my brother could drink, so I had a few and ended up staying the night. Stephanie also was visiting from out of town and stayed in the bedroom across from me. We had a pretty good night. Played games with the family. And Stephanie was actually decent. She laughed and enjoyed games with the family like she normally does, but this tim
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
Disclaimer: names were changed for privacy. During the timeline of the story, I was 20. My very first threesome occurred at the end of a house party very shortly after I moved to Australia. Pat, my boyfriend at the time, thought that bringing me to his bestfriend's 21st birthday was the most efficient way to introduce me to his crew. Honestly, it was quite daunting. Partying at that scale was so so new to me because I was, after all, raised into a very conservative community back in the Philippines. I wouldn't exactly say I was innocent because while Pat was my first boyfriend, he was a white Aussie with a massive cock who has been fucking me raw since we got together. Anything beyond that though, my moral upbringing always held me back. But something snapped at this party. I guess it was me realising that I was thousands of kilometres away from home and that freedom needed to be used. By the time everybody has either gone home or has passed out inside, I was left curled up on th
Every summer my family which includes my dad, step mother and step sister travel to my aunt's lake house. As a kid it was always a fun time, playing in the lake, roasting marshmallows and what not, but as an 18 year old horny teenager. Not so much. I don’t know what had gotten into me at that time but I was hornier than ever. I was masturbating twice the normal amount. As much as I hate to admit it, I found myself staring at my step mom and step sister, a lot. I was very shy and didn’t talk to girl's, my stepmom and sister were the only vice I had at the time. First a little back story, my dad and step mother married when I was very young. For as long as I can remember they were together and Annie had always been my sister. Annie and I were the same age and were always very close growing up. Annie and my step mother Amy were younger and older versions of each other. Both had long, luscious and wavy blonde hair. They each had pale skin with tiny freckles as well as the same sized brea
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
I was standing at the checkout. My wife had just gotten her period and had sent me to get pads and a few other things for her. When it was my turn, the cashier smiled at me. "Hey, how are you?" she asked. "Pretty good," I said politely and started packing my groceries. I'd seen her here before. She was very pretty. Wavy blonde hair, cute little B-cups, and that adorable little nose. "Where's your wife?" Her dark brown eyes looked at me questioningly as I got my phone ready to pay. "At home," I replied. "It's that time of the month, you know." She was always very friendly to me and my wife. But I'd be lying if I said she wasn't always a little more attentive when I came alone. "Must be great having *such a caring husband*," she said. See? Right now. I mean, the way she smirked was anything but polite or innocent. The scanner beeped. I thanked her, wished her a good day—when she suddenly jumped up. Said there was something wrong with the jam I'd bought, that there had been
At eighteen, I was the pretty-boy punk in college. Alternative clothes, metrosexual vibes, and golden-retriever energy for anyone who caught my interest. I was still raw from a recent heartbreak and struggling to connect with anyone. That changed one Friday night at a house party when Tara stormed into my life. She was a manic 28-year-old pixie with curly brown hair, full curves, big tits, and tattoos covering her skin. She wore a faded Bikini Kill shirt and commanded every room she entered. I was stuck in the keg line when she skipped in front of me, eyed my shirt, and smirked. "Aww, The Faint? That's so gay and cute." I shot back with a flirtatious grin. "Careful, Rebel Girl." Her whole energy shifted. In a low, predatory tone she said, "I like you. You're coming home with me tonight." Then she walked off. We barely spoke the rest of the party, but she kept glancing over to make sure I hadn't left. At 1 a.m. she said her goodbyes, grabbed me by the shirt collar, and ordere
My husband and I are married for many years now and we still have an absolute stunning sex life. We try new things, we talk about our needs and therefore our sex life is always on fire! We share some more of us on our profile so please feel free to check them out too. When we are apart or at work, we often share nudes with each other so I have tons of pictures of my husband and his beautiful hard cock. We have talked about how hot it would be if I would showed his cock to my female best friends. He always loved that idea and it kind of turned me on that they could see my husband‘s dick, but would never be able to taste or feel it. I had a girls‘ night out last weekend and my three best friends and I were out eating and then ended up at one of their apartments drinking a lot of wine. The conversations were already dominated by sexual topics and I am without a doubt the only one of us four with a good sex life. We were already tipsy (if not drunk) when my mobile phone vibrated. It was
That evening, Kristina had already started hinting since lunch that she was going to her old friend Svetka's birthday party. "I'll go alone," she said, standing in front of the mirror in the hallway and fixing her hair. "You're still swamped with reports, aren't you, Vadim?" I nodded, even though we both knew work had nothing to do with it. She simply adored evenings like these, when she could break away and completely surrender to the moment, and I could wait at home, imagining how everything would turn out. Preparations began, as always, with the bathroom. She emerged wearing only a short robe, her skin still damp, with a slight scent of vanilla gel. “Help me choose what to wear,” she called me into the bedroom. Several options were already laid out on the bed: a tight red dress with a low neckline, a black pencil skirt, and a thin blouse that concealed almost nothing. Christina threw off her robe and stood before me completely naked. Her body was p
A while ago my wife and I bought one of those Mercedes sprinter van campers. It’s more like a small luxury apartment on wheels. We’ve never really been campers but we thought what the hell let’s give it a try. Turns out we like it a lot. And recently we’ve begun to like it even more. Occasionally, while we are sitting around our campfire in the evening other campers would stop by and we’d have a nice conversation with complete strangers. Every once in a while a couple would make some sexual advances which we would politely decline and just laugh it off. Then one day my wife confessed to me that she fantasizes about getting fucked by a complete stranger. This almost instantly made my dick hard and i told her that that really turned me on. Needless to say we got naked and fucked while she told me all about her fantasy of getting fucked by strangers. A few days later I suggested to my wife that the next time someone makes sexual advances towards us we just see where it goes. She was
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
This was in my college era when I was man-whoring around. I had a friend named Shelby. We’d met at church camp in middle school and stayed in touch from then on. We’d never done anything sexual, hell we never even kissed. We just stayed friends and would occasionally flirt, but nothing serious. As my college was primarily a commuter school, I lived at home still because my house was only a few miles from the school. One weekend I was home alone and feeling horny as hell. I was scrolling through my phone trying to decide which of my casual hookups to text to see if they were free when Shelby texted me. It wasn’t uncommon for her to text me, we’d send each other all kinds of memes and youtube videos we thought the other would like. The timing made my cock tingle a bit though, because even though we’d never hooked up, I always felt a sort of sexual energy between us. I texted her back saying how bad I wanted to see her, but during this time I didn’t have my car because it was in the s
I am kind of friends with this guy in the university, but not all that close with. We work in the same group. We had a fight few months ago, and we started hating each other after that. He particularly hated me since I actually ruined his relationship with a potential girlfriend, and did several things to cut off him from our group. I recently got to know that he was even reconsidering leaving our group because of me and after failing several exams, he's getting treated for depression. I really felt ashamed for what I did, and I wanted to say sorry for him. Yesterday I saw him studying at the university library. I sat him next to him and began to engage in small talk with him. This eventually turned into us actually having a normal conversation. I started stroking his arm and giving him looks, and half-jokingly told him that there's nothing like a grudge fuck. He looked confused, and I invited him to my place. I don't entirely understand why, but he accepted the invitation. We walked
I wasn’t expecting shit that night. She’s a friend of a friend, cool, funny, the kind of girl who laughs loud and doesn’t give a fuck. She’d been out with the crew, missed her last train, and texted asking if she could crash. I told her yeah, no problem, no expectations. Just being a decent guy. She shows up at my door in nothing but a short black dress, hair still messy from the bar. When she bent down to kick off her heels I got a full view of her bare ass and the way her pussy peeked out just enough to make my brain go blank. I played it cool, set her up with banket n the living room, gave her my smallest t shirt, said goodnight, and went to my bed. Fast forward to 3AM. I feel the covers shift and suddenly there’s warm, soft skin sliding right up against my back. No hesitation. Her hand slips under the sheets, wraps around my cock like she owns it, and she whispers right against my ear: “Let me ride it.” I was rock hard before I even woke up all the way. Next thing I know she
**TRUE STORY** sooo this is from a couple months ago that still gets me wet every time i think about it. i matched with this guy on tinder who was super cute, tall, fit, total boyfriend material vibe. we texted for a few days, he was funny and sweet, but the second sex cme up he got super paranoid about condoms. **like, “i never go raw, no exceptions, stds and babies are scary” level strict. i respected it at first, but once we actually met up i knew i wanted to feel him bare and make him lose control inside me. 😈** **---** he came over to my place after drinks, still nervous about the condom thing, double-checking the box he brought like it was a life vest. we started making out on my couch, clothes coming off slow....cmy skirt hiked up, his shirt gone, hands everywhere. i could feel how hard he was through his jeans, thick and throbbing, and when i finally pulled them down his cock sprang out, perfect size, veiny, already leaking precum. i stroked him a little, teasing the