My stepmom Diana has pretty much always been in my life. She married my Dad, Patrick, when I was young, five years old to be exact. The whole time I’ve known her as far back as I can remember she has been a quiet, mousey mom-figure in my life. She is never too overbearing, never yells at me, never grounds me, nothing. If I ever did something to upset her, she would leave the room with a disappointed sigh instead of trying to control me. I remember purposefully testing her patience over and over, yet she never cracked in front of me. She would shake her head, turn away from me and then disappear to another room. Yes, I did try following her a couple times to continue my annoyance. During those attempts I was met with her stone cold face and silence. The lack of emotion did its job to scare me away. I stopped being a menace to Diana when I was a bit older. We got along better and she continued to be a supportive stepmom, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and pretty much all the other
Soooo this one happened about five years ago in a particularly slutty period for me. I’d been flirting with two guys in the office at once, and it all culminated with me inviting them both over on the same night… The first knock came at seven twenty-eight. I opened the door to find Tom on the mat, hair slightly damp from the drizzle outside, hoodie unzipped over a soft black T-shirt, a carrier bag of snacks in one hand and a share-size bar of chocolate in the other. “Wow,” he said, eyes flicking down my body and back up quickly. The blue pajama shorts sat high on my hips and barely covered my ass. The top was tight and farrrrr too small; soft cotton that hugged my chest and lay loose over my stomach. I hadn’t worn a bra. Don;t judge me. I was fucking HORNY. I laughed. “Thanks! Thought you might enjoy seeing me out of my office clothes for a change!” “Well…yeah! You look awesome.” “Thanks,” I smiled, turning away from him, letting him see how short the shorts were. I was pretty su
*OK, this isn’t the wildest confession, but it happened a few days ago, and I wanted to write about it.* When we were first together, when, as couples do, we talked about what turned us on and what kinks we had, when I mentioned anal, my wife said no chance. She wasn’t into it, she didn’t want to try it, no fucking way. But, over time, her position softened. I gradually introduced butt play to our sex life, and my wife discovered she rather enjoyed it, even if she didn’t like to admit it. After a few years together, I tried licking her ass, and as long as she was horny enough, it would send her frantic. After more time, after we grew more experimental together, occasionally, she’d let me slide my dick into her well-lubed, well-prepared bum. But she never asked for anal. That was, until Sunday. We had the house to ourselves all afternoon. We took a lazy bath together before we climbed into bed. My wife loves it when I roll her onto her front to shower her back in kisses. As I d
My boyfriend’s family is super close, so I’m over all the time. His sister has been my low key crush since I met her. We flirt in that “is it joking?” brushing hands, compliments that linger, changing in front of each other when I sleep over. Last weekend we’re all at their parents’ house. Boyfriend runs out for pizza, parents at the neighbor’s. It’s just us in his old bedroom “looking for his yearbook.” Door shuts. She sits on the bed, pats the spot next to her. “Truth or dare?” I pick dare. She smirks: “Kiss me. For real this time.” I do. Soft at first, then deeper, her hand sliding under my tank, mine in her hair. Next thing I know tops are off, bras gone, her mouth on my nipple while I’m gasping into her pillow that still smells like my boyfriend. She pushes me back, peels my shorts off slow, fingers tracing everywhere she’s been staring at for months. Slides two inside me easy I’m soaked curls them perfect while her tongue circles my clit. I come fast, legs shaking, biting
It was early in the morning, so early the sun wasn’t even up yet. I had tossed and turned all night and now I was staring at the ceiling trying to think of anything else. My dreams had all been a blur, but they left an impression. A need that I woke up with and that pained me. I touched myself but it wasn’t enough. I huffed and turned kver, trying to go back to sleep but the need was too much. I needed to do something about it. I threw the blankets off and walked down the hall. I peeked into Josh and Josie’s room. They were both asleep but I pushed common sense aside and snuck in. Josh was at the edge of the bed and it only took a few taps to wake him up. I put my fingers to his lips to keep him quiet and then took his hand. I tugged him out to the hallway and I didn’t even get to my room. I leaned against the wall and pressed his hand between my thighs, he touched me through my panties beneath my large shirt. I moaned, trying to grind down on his hand. He was still half asleep as he
My husband died a year ago. I hadn't had sex since. My money was running out, so I answered an ad: "Maid wanted, live-in optional, good pay." A man answered the phone. His voice was deep, slightly husky, and confident. The sound alone made me aroused. He told me to come see him that evening to discuss the details. The house was a private residence. The door opened, and there stood Mike. That same Mike my son's best friend from college. Eighteen years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with a light stubble and eyes that made me want to look away. "Mrs. Katie?" he smiled, as if he already knew more about me than I did. "Yes... Mike? I didn't expect to see you." We went inside and sat across from each other at the glass table. He began explaining the schedule: cleaning three times a week, laundry, ironing... I barely listened. I looked at his lips, at his strong fingers resting on the table, feeling my panties soaking through. Suddenly he fell silent. A smile tugged at the corner of his m
I always thought smell was the most important thing. Hot stone, oak whisk, kvassed bread for steam, and honey. And underneath it all, the scent of clean wood, warmed by human bodies. "Margarita's Bathhouse" was an expensive place, private, where people didn't just come to wash. They came to remove the crust from themselves, the one that accumulates from money, negotiations, and the eternal rush. And I, Marina, twenty-two years old, was part of this ritual. His name was Artyom. This was his third visit, and always only to me. Not the kind of brute who jumps in with his hands, no. Silent, with dark eyes that looked not at his body but right through it, as if searching for some kind of flaw within. Today he was especially exhausted. His shoulders were like boulders, his neck tense. I worked silently, the classic way. First, warming up, lightly tapping with a birch broom soaked in a basin of fragrant infusion. The steam room hummed like a living beast, the heat envelopin
It started innocently enough-us discussing what we liked during sex and what we’ve done before. After talking about it we realized how fun it would be to mess with my husband….I asked her to flirt with him…any excuse to press against him and whisper into his ear, for us to giggle and watch him get embarrassed and look away from us when we were clearly talking about him. Surprisingly it didn’t take long for him to catch on to what we were doing We finally gave in one night when we were all laying on the couch together. My girlfriend sat in between us and we all started drinking and talking. One thing led to another and she was on his lap, grinding against him, her little shorts riding up. I played with her hair while I watched him realize what was happening and guided her mouth to his, and just like that-the two of them were making out like hungry animals. She’s just like me and was soaking almost instantly. My cunt was dripping watching the two of them dry hump and in that moment I k
I’ve been best friends with his daughter, sleeping over almost every weekend. Her dad has been my quiet crush forever. For months I’ve been pushing it: “forgetting” a towel after showers so I walk past him in just a thong, wearing his old band tees with nothing underneath, bending over in tiny shorts when he’s on the couch. He always looked, clenched his jaw, but never touched. Last night my friend passed out early after too much wine, upstairs in her room. I’m in the basement “watching a movie” in his oversized flannel (stolen from the laundry) and lace panties, legs tucked under me on the couch. He comes down for a “nightcap,” sees me in his shirt, stops dead. “You’re killing me, kid.” I bite my lip, uncurl my legs slow, let the flannel ride up. “Then stop fighting it.” That’s all it took. He’s on me in two steps, lifting me off the couch like I’m nothing, laying me back on the thick rug in front of the TV. Flannel unbuttoned gentle, panties peeled off and tossed aside. He k
Thanksgiving weekend, whole family crammed into our house. Everyone's stuffed from dinner and finally crashes out early—kids downstairs, parents in the guest rooms. Me and my husband slip into our bedroom around 11, door not fully shut because we're thinking everyone's out cold. He's got me bent over the bed, pounding me hard from behind. My ass is up, tits swinging under me in this loose nightie, and I'm trying to keep quiet but moaning into the pillow every time he slams in deep. He's grabbing my hips, going faster, telling me how wet I am. Then I hear the floor creak. Look up—my brother-in-law is in the doorway. He's my husband's younger brother, taller, more built from the gym, always got that cocky grin. Wearing just boxer briefs and a t-shirt, you can see the outline of him getting hard already. He's got that athletic tight body, unlike my husband's dad bod. He sees us—me getting railed, ass bouncing, husband oblivious—and he doesn't move. Just stands there, leaning agai
I shared a flat with a girl in my university, who was pretty chill and awesome overall. Definitely the quiet type but not like I'm super extroverted either so it works. Was pretty impossible to hide my sex habits from her and she's been surprisingly chill about it. Few years ago, in one December we we chillin just us. Drinking wine while watching a movie. Don't remember how but we were talking about masturbating cause she's caught me before and I asked how she is so sneaky about it (ofc she started off all like "I don't masturbate" lol) I'll skip the convo but we masturbated together. Like full on spread facing eachother and telling eachother about our turn ones. We got super into in so much that we touched our pussies together. Things got super sticky. She was telling me about something that turned her on that she didn't want to say cause she thought I'd get mad. I kept poking. She told me it made her wet how easily I've picked up girls in the past, and she was envious of them, w
For some time now I have been joining a older couple in their 50s for 3somes(sometimes also just for cucking, depending on the husbands shape) and it's been a lot of fun, despite the age difference (im in my early 30s) we have a lot of fun together outside the sex too. I hadn't met the daughter before, but I was no secret from her. The parents have sent pictures(non sexual) of us hanging out together to her and been open to her about my involvement and from how I precieved it she had no problems with me, even seemed positive about my existence with her parents. Their daughters marriage was already in a bad shape when I first came into the picture, at first I didn't really know the details, but eventually I learned that it was because the husband had lost attraction towards her because she have been gaining quite a lot of weight since they started dating and the sexless marriage been bringing it to a doom. One evening when I was with them in their bed after a dp session the conversati
This will be a quick story since it's my first time. More to come if the reviews are nice :) I've always had a crush on my neighbor since I moved in a few years ago. It all started when I was loading the last of my boxes from my car into the house. Instead of asking first, this man grabbed a box, turned to me and said "Hi my name is Mike, welcome to the neighborhood." I swear I would have sucked him dry right then and there if I wasn't so exhausted! Life had been tough since moving on from a previous relationship. Not to bore with the details since you probably have your dick in your hand (hopefully). I've seen Mike off and on when I'm coming and going, as well as his wife. I swear guys, EVERY time I catch a wave or smirk from him I can feel my pussy convulse. Multiple times I've had to masturbate in the doorway as soon as I get inside. Well, one very horny day I catch my neighbor with his shirt off, mowing the grass. I wave quickly, my hardened nipples most likely telling my secre
We were celebrating our anniversary at a high-end luxury spa-hotel. My wife, stunning as always, had spent the morning being pampered. I’m not a massage person—I find the forced relaxation awkward—so I hit the gym instead. When we reunited, she had a predatory little smirk on her face. "I booked a session for you at 5:00," she said, stretching out on the king-sized bed. "Honey, you know I hate those," I protested. "It’s a waste of money." She just put a finger to her lips, shushing me with a wink. "Trust me on this one. It’s my gift to you. Go." I walked into the spa room at 5:00 PM to find Alina waiting. She was a striking woman, but her most "impressive" feature was impossible to miss: a massive pair of breasts that seemed to strain against the buttons of her professional tunic. "Your wife is delightful," Alina purred. "We had such a... deep conversation about you." I lay on my stomach, and she began. She was strong, her hands slick with warm oil. But as she leaned over to work
First off, this actually happened almost 10 years ago now. I've never shared anything about it online and only a few close friends know about it in real life. This is the first time I'm writing it all down from memory. When I was 26 I matched with my old middle school teacher on Bumble - she was 54. At first I didn't know it was her because her pics didn't show a lot of her face, which makes sense because she was still a teacher at the time (she's now retired so I feel more comfortable sharing the story). I had fantasized about sleeping with an older woman for a long time and her pictures on her profile were very sexy (amazing body, especially for her age) so naturally I was pretty excited when we matched and started talking. We had really good chemistry through text, making each other laugh and talking about what we wanted to do to each other if we were to meet in person. Eventually she asked me where I went to middle school and I told her. She confessed that she was my middle school
Every Summer for our mom's birthday, my twin sister Nichole and I go into town to find a gift to get her from both of us. The summer after we graduated high school, we found ourselves at Barnes and Noble in the afternoon the day before Mom's birthday. It was a family tradition not to get things done very long before the deadline. Nichole and I had both turned eighteen a few months earlier. "Is Mom still into those self-help books?" I asked Nichole absently. She shrugged and we wandered over to another section. Mom was an avid reader, so bookstores were usually a good bet. We wandered slowly through the store, not seeing anything that really caught our eye. Eventually we wound up at the magazine rack at the back of the store. "Oh, God. Shit," I heard my sister hiss under her breath suddenly. I saw her look over at some guy and then she pressed her body up against mine. And when I say that, I mean she *really* pressed against me in a way she had never done before. "There's this guy
There's a darkness within each of us. For some, it's thicker, while for others, it's a barely perceptible, yet still dirty, cloud. Some hide their dark side from society, while others are mostly pure and bright, but somewhere deep within them lie hidden actions that are best left unseen. This story centers on an ordinary married couple. The husband, let's call him Nikolai, the wife, let's call her Nina, and a son and daughter, whose names are of no use to us. And then something happened in their lives that could tear the family apart. His loving and beloved wife, in every sense, was recovering from her second childbirth, and Kolya couldn't be happier. She was becoming more beautiful, and most importantly, the spark that had once attracted him was rekindled. Nina was regaining her usual self-confidence, her easy smile with or without reason, and her love of sex. The latter had been difficult for a long time. Before the children arrived, she was an uncontrollab
It's been 3 weeks since I last saw Chris, my son's good friend. He had just finished fucking me when I told him that my husband knew what was going on. He’s been texting me relentlessly wanting the chance to fuck me again. I’ve been playing it coy, sometimes answering right back, and sometimes waiting a few days to reply. Chris lives in town, but has been avoiding coming by the house because he is concerned about seeing my husband. This has been the subject of many of our texts. But still, he is being persistent about needing to fuck me again. I’ve been playing in to it, telling him everything with my husband SHOULD be fine and not to worry about it. My husband is a rather large man, so he is right to be a little concerned. With the holiday coming, and my kids coming home, I knew I would be seeing him Saturday night, so I sent him a video of me playing with myself, just to get things stirred up a bit. It worked, as you can imagine. He has been texting me non-stop. My son arrived hom
The beach was crowded. On this day, as luck would have it, the sun was merciless, forcing my friend and I to bury ourselves in the sand to avoid direct sunlight on our tender, youthful bodies. Vova and I were inseparable, so wherever he went, I went too. It was the same this time. Having suggested we take a stroll to the beach, I agreed without hesitation to what I considered a rash and ill-timed excursion. But there was no time to whine about it, as I was intrigued by the girls in bathing suits who seemed drawn to stroll by our lounge chair. I was certainly happy with the situation, but I wanted more. And I wanted instant, uncontrollable sex with these long-legged, busty furies. But this remained just an unrealizable fantasy, considerably overheated by the hot, parching sun. Having stopped dreaming of the impossible, I turned my attention to the next group of girls walking along the sand, deftly twisting their buns, inflaming in me the desire to make full use of their asses. "G
All characters are adults. It’s a hard and fast rule. Don’t shit where you eat. Don’t fuck where you work. For one fall in my early twenties, I worked at a sports bar in town. Huge place, the kind that feels louder than it should, packed with televisions, regulars, and a rotating cast of colorful characters. One of them was Maya. Maya is 5’1” and absolutely impossible to miss, all confidence and presence compressed into a compact frame. Her mocha toned skin glows against her short black hair, and her golden eyes are stunning, the kind that lock on and don’t let go once they find you. She has a big, generous body, full breasts, a pronounced, attention grabbing ass, giving her a bold, head turning silhouette. She’s the kind of 10 out of 10 beauty that doesn’t need to try because the effortlessness is part of the appeal. Loud in the best way, quick with jokes and trash talk, she radiates strong one of the boys energy while still flirting shamelessly, even when it’s clearly a little one