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
I went to a cosplay convention as Kurisu Makise from Steins;Gate. It was super fun and a lot more people regognized the chatacter than i expected. I was walking around with my group, a friend with car who drive us there, two friends from the same „circle“ or like a meetup that happens weekly in our local community, and a guy we met on the con itself, i talked about Steins;Gate with him for hours so he kinda just integrated in the goup. We mostly looked for some stuff from artists, took pictures with other cosplayers and then decided to look thru the commercial stuff do. Merch from all kinda of fandoms, figure scales, plushies, charms… all that stuff. And in one oft he hundereds of glass showcases i spotted them. Three Kurisu scales, the character i was cosplaying and i love. Eacho f them pretty as fuck. The pose, the quality, everything. But the one catching my seight the most was a very big one with the charactered leaning on top of a bunch of old TV’s. But while i checked her out
She said it casually, the way you say things to your best friend that you'd never say to anyone else. We were on her couch, wine, the kind of late night honesty that comes out when your guard is all the way down. She wrinkled her nose and said she just doesn't like it, never has, and he'd learned to live with it. She laughed a little when she said it like it was a minor inconvenience rather than something he was quietly starving for. I didn't say anything. I just nodded and changed the subject and filed it away somewhere I didn't fully examine for a while. He and I had always had a chemistry that we both pretended wasn't there because pretending was the only responsible option. He was hers. I loved her. Those two facts were supposed to be enough and for a long time they were. She left early that night. Tired, headache, kissed us both on the cheek and walked out. Left us sitting there with a half empty bottle and no buffer and two years of carefully maintained distance that started
I think many women have this one friend that they’ve kind of accepted a friendzone with. Like, on paper, a candidate to at least see the inside of your bedroom and your kinky underwear collection, on the other, they’re just… In this case, ‘Ryan’. I’ve been friends with Ryan for a few years. Lately, I’ve noticed him flirt with me more, even progressing on from “I would” to, “you’ve been squatting lately.” He’s seen me in a bikini, in the gym, everywhere really, well, most places. Alongside the fact that I flirt back, we both haven’t made a move to sleep with each other. I’ve been minimal, until NOW. I needed two things… Confirmation that he saw me that way, and secondly, an opinion on an outfit I wanted to buy, so hey, I combined the two. We met for coffee with another friend, who had to go midway through. I asked Ryan if he could give me an opinion on an outfit, it’s actually some semi-formal wear that I was looking to buy for an interview I have coming up.
My boyfriend really wanted an open relationship. He’s pretty good-looking and kept saying he doesn’t handle monogamy very well and wants more sex and to sleep with other women. I thought about it for a while and was skeptical at first. But our sex life is really pretty mediocre, so I thought a little new excitement would do us good, and besides, I had a bit of a crush on a good friend and wanted to pursue it. Six months ago, we took the plunge and opened up our relationship. I told my best friend about it on Friday of this week and flirted with him a little, and he immediately understood what I wanted. Shortly after, I was kneeling naked in front of him and giving him a blowjob. He pressed my head tightly against him, and since his cock is really thick and long, I could barely breathe, which turned me on so much. Then he fucked me really hard doggy-style. Before that night, I was on Team “Size Doesn’t Matter,” but he changed my mind on that. It was so hard and intense, and I felt s
I wasn’t planning to sleep with anyone that night. Okay, I *wanted* to, it had been way too long but the night was supposed to be about my best friend Ava. She’d just dumped her boyfriend (or he dumped her, whatever), so we went out to get her drunk and dancing and laughing until she forgot about him. Shots. Loud music. Sweaty bodies on the dance floor. Classic girls’ night. By midnight Ava was finished. She was slurring, giggling, then suddenly quiet in the Uber, head against the window, completely passed out. Mission complete. When we got back to her apartment, she flopped onto the bed like a rag doll. I pulled off her tight top her big boobs basically fell out then tugged down her shorts and panties so she’d sleep comfortably. I tucked her under a blanket. She has an amazing body, but I’ve seen it a million times. No big deal. Now it was my turn. I stripped out of my own party clothes, grabbed her silky white robe from the hook, and didn’t bother putting underwear on. Why would
In the car, a short drive to the hotel, my heart is still pumping and my dick is still hard. I need to resist the urge to jerk off while driving but Liz did tell me not to touch it and I'd do anything she asks at the moment. Fucking Liz, messing with my head, I'm still in a daze of sexual lust and for what, I can't go through with this. At least I have my jerk off material for the next decade. Oh how bad I want to jerk off right now. My phone rings, my wife's ringtone. I answer and she asks how the matches went. I tell her how I played like shit in the morning but made up for it in the afternoon and now we are going to play to win it all tomorrow. She acts interested but she's always been annoyed with all the time I spend playing tennis. "What's your plan for the rest of the day" she asks. My mind wanders to what could happen next. "Just going back to the hotel now to shower and relax, then we are all going to meet up for dinner later, we will need to take it easy as the match is
This was a while ago now, but my SIL was always a bit extra friendly with me and then one day we took it further.. She’s 27 and on all accounts I’d say attractive It was a weekend we all stayed together at a large shared AirBnb, and had all been drinking some wine. My wife and I shared a room and she had opted to sleep in the extra bed in our room instead of the couch. After we all stayed up and hung out my wife and I went to bed, my wife falling asleep almost instantly. I laid in bed and eventually found myself feeling a bit horny. I got ready for bed and laid back down, beginning to stroke my cock a bit by myself next to my sleeping wife. That’s when I noticed that my SIL was in the bed next to us. She’d walked in when I didn’t notice and got into bed. I froze, but I heard some soft breathing, faster than normal and could see her hand under the covers slowly moving, she was touching herself. So, I continued stroking my cock, hearing her continuing a little faster. And slide the
My soohmore year in college, I lived in a co-ed dorm, which for us meant two girls rooms next to each other, then two guys rooms, and so on down the hall. Each hall had one shared men's restroom/showers and one women's. Over each floor was the RA, who was an upper class student that was "in charge" of the floor. The RA wasn't like a faculty member or anything, but was responsible for making sure everyone followed the rules, and was a point of contact if we needed anything. 90% of RA's were pretty cool. They would overlook A LOT of minor rule violations and would only report the really serious stuff. Our RA that year, Kevin, was a complete prick. He seemed to get off on having the slightest bit of authority and would gladly rat anyone out for anything. Now, to be fair, to get caught wasn't exactly easy, you had to be pretty blatantly breaking rules, but it was still the idea that he was like that that got us all mad. One rule that very few people did follow, had to do with the showe
The next time we went to the beach, I knew I wanted to push it further. For some reason, the idea of teasing him had become kind of an obsession of mine; something I had thought about regularly since our last trip, especially late at night with my hands between my legs. Not that I would ever admit that to him. Or even to myself, really. Josh was my best friend, and I'd never do *anything* to jeopardise that. Except, of course, my pussy had other ideas. We didn’t talk about what had happened last time, but I felt like maybe something had changed between us. Not on the surface, but like…underneath. Something unspoken, I guess. I could feel it in the way we didn’t message each other for the next few days, and the way his voice was a little more hesitant to answer when I called him, like he was trying not to remember the feel of my nipples under his thumbs. “Hey, want to go to the beach again? I had fun last time…” “Oh…uh…yeah, sure!” The next day we drove to the beach just
>*he said "this is going to be my first time" . i was about to take his virginity.* ***i could tell he was super nervous but i climbed on top, rubbed his bare cock against my soaked pussy, then sank down inch by inch. the stretch was perfect....*** hey, im just petite asian gal in college, and i need to get this off my chest because it still makes me so wet thinking about it last semester i met this cute nerdy guy who was my Teaching assistant for a course... he’s one year older than me, super smart, kinda shy, always wearing hoodies and glasses. when I first met him I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT he was super c ute and we started chatting after office hours because i kept “needing help” (okay, i was flirting), and he was so sweet and awkward i couldn’t help liking him. \--- we started hanging outside of his teaching hours and one day after a long study session he walked me to my home and just blurted out that he’s never had a girlfriend, only been on three dates ever, and basica
My wife and I have been married for several years now, and our sex life has always been fantastic. We've tried everything: role-playing, sex toys, and even invited a third party a couple of times for variety. But recently, something happened that turned everything upside down. It happened on a train during our trip south, and I still remember it with a thrill. We bought tickets for a sleeper compartment on the night train. We thought we'd travel alone, relax, maybe even have sex to the sound of the wheels. But when we boarded the train, we saw a guy already sitting in our compartment—a burly guy, about thirty, with a short haircut. He introduced himself as Sergey and said he was traveling to the same city for work. My wife and I exchanged glances—she in a tight dress, me in jeans—and immediately felt a slight spark. Sergey was chatty and offered to get a bottle of cognac from his bag to while away the time. The train pulled out, and we started chatting. First, about the weat
I've been to Thailand a few times now and it would be rude not to sample a Thai massage. There are a few types of establishments which I have grouped into three types. There are the proper ones. Expert masseurs that feel like they are pulling your limbs off and crushing your bones even though you have asked for a relaxing massage. Although you do leave feeling really refreshed. You can spot these as they are on normally on a main road or easy to find. They have a proper reception desk and the mature masseurs are dressed appropriately. They will probably be reviewed online too and shut about 10pm. You often get given disposable pants to wear but they will keep you professionally covered. I highly recommend them but be prepared for some mild torture. Women can expect there tits to get a good rub but pussies and cocks are out of bounds. Then there is the other extreme. These are common in Bangkok and easily identified by the scantily clad young women outside trying to lure you in. They
I fucked a retail worker in a dressing room thirty minutes ago and I'm sitting in my car trying to catch my breath. I'm Melissa. I'm 43 years old and I'm a marketing manager going through the ugliest divorce you can imagine. I went shopping today because my friend insisted I needed new clothes to feel good about myself post-split. I wasn't planning on anything except maybe buying a dress that didn't remind me of my failed marriage. Instead I ended up with Jordan's cock inside me while other customers shopped ten feet away from the dressing room where he was fucking me against the mirror. He's 25. He works at the boutique. And twenty minutes after meeting him I was on my knees sucking his dick in a locked dressing room while he told me how fucking hot I looked. My makeup is smeared, my hair is a mess and I can still taste him. My pussy is throbbing and I'm pretty sure our *juices* are leaking into my new underwear that I'm still wearing because we were too desperate to take everyt
The last time I posted was years ago, when I was the gloryhole at a sex party. You can read about that in my post history. After the sex party, Ted and Mandy kept asking me to attend their parties. They even suggested more private affairs where I would be the sole focus, but I needed a break and, honestly, I just didn't feel the need. It's like my libido went to sleep. Next thing I knew, I hadn't had sex or dated anyone in 3 years! Then last weekend a couple I know from the swinger community, Dave and Laura, who I still kept in touch with, invited me to their house warming party. Well I showed up and hung out. I ended up drinking too much and next thing I knew it was late, almost everyone had gone home, I was drunk and in no condition to drive home. Another couple had stayed, Adam and Rachel, and they offered to drive me home. We were sitting there in the living room, when the topic shifted to more personal questions. Adam and Rachel have also flirted with the swinger lifestyle, and
My wife was in a very horny mood the other night. We've been married for a while and have a couple of kids so it's not always easy for us to make time for sexy stuff. However, when she gets in a particular mood, I know we're gonna make time after the kids go to bed. This time, I underestimated how horny she was. It started out with some comments "Its been too long. We need to do it soon" stuff like that. Then I'd get the occasional titty flash when the kids weren't looking. Later, the kids were upstairs playing and I was sitting on the couch watching tv. Thats when she came over and straddled me. I love when she does that. Feeling her weight on my lap. I slide my hand under her shirt so I can feel her warm, soft skin. She starts kissing me. I move my hands from her shirt down to her pants so I can squeeze her ass (easily her best feature). After a few minutes of this, she stands up and decides to turn around and tease me some more. She rubs her incredible ass on my lap. My hands a
Our lips found each other again quickly, lubricated with his cum, messy and slick and desperate, my hands finding her tits, her hips, her thighs, her ass. I pulled her on top of me without thinking, no longer worrying about the impact on our friendship, no longer worrying about what this all meant, safe in the knowledge that my brain had turned off and my pussy had taken over. Julie’s mouth was hot and messy, the taste of his cum mixed with her saliva as she kissed me hard enough that my head sank into the pillow. Her body pressed down into mine with greedy weight, her bare breasts flattening against my chest, nipples dragging against my skin, slipping and catching with every slight shift of her hips. She rolled her pelvis against me without hesitation, her pussy gliding up my mound with a wet slide that made both of us gasp quietly into each other’s mouths, making it obvious she needed me under her, grinding slow at first, then harder, letting the pressure line up perfectly with the
If you guys enjoy this story I’ll write some more. Names have been changed for privacy. This is just part 1 of many stories I have about my neighbors girlfriend and how our interactions escalated the more time we spent together. About a year ago I (27M) moved to a new neighborhood after ending a long term relationship. It was my first time being single in 6 years and after that long of a relationship i was pretty oblivious to women flirting/ making advances with me. To be honest i was taking the breakup pretty hard so the last thing on my mind was trying to get with someone else. On move-in day I was shuffling boxes and furniture into the house when my friend, let’s call him Mark (M21) came by and asked if I needed a hand, i was surprised to see him. He told me he lived across the street with his mom, stepdad and girlfriend. He helped me move more of my belongings and as we carried the couch inside his girlfriend, let’s call her Harper (F20) came by to offer a hand. Mark and I got
I never thought I'd be fucking my best friend's mother while lying on a lounge chair in the middle of a pine forest, while the birds sang as if they were requesting a soundtrack. Seriously. My name is Alexander, I'm twenty years old, five feet five inches tall, I play basketball at the college level, and I'm used to getting what I want. But Anna... that was on another level. We went to Vitka's dacha for the May holidays. He, his parents, and I—like, to get away from the city, have a barbecue, go to the sauna. I'd known Vitka since first year, but I'd only seen his parents briefly a couple of times. He'd say, "My mom's strict, my dad's busy." Okay, fine. I thought it would be a classic woman in a robe with curlers. I was wrong. When we walked into the house, she was standing by the living room window, adjusting the curtain. The sun was shining from behind, shining through the thin knit of her housedress. Her silhouette was simply stunni