One night, I hadn't gotten much sleep from watching porn until midnight, so I decided to go home to catch up on some sleep, going to my tech room when everyone else had left. After walking a bit down the street, I returned to the entrance, climbed the stairs to my apartment, opened the door, and then heard my mother's voice a couple of floors below. I dashed into the apartment, tossing my jacket, boots, backpack, and bag with two shoes into the built-in closet in the hallway and darted in. The closet doubled as a storage room and was quite spacious. I hid behind the hanging things, and almost immediately the door to the apartment opened, and I heard my mother's softly cooing voice and a man's voice talking to her. - Oh, Yanka, you're such a bitch! I'll eat you right now! - Yes, I am! I'm going to eat you right now! My mother flirted back! I couldn't believe it! She's certainly a beautiful and sexy woman, and men like her, I could see it perfectly.
After my eighteenth birthday, my older sister, Nathalia, wanted to help me experience the world as an adult. She thought it’d be fun to go on an adventure, so she decided to take me on a skiing trip to Aspen. By the time we landed at Aspen/Pitkin County Airport, it was late in the evening. The airport was small but efficient, and after grabbing our luggage, Nathalia picked up the rental car. Nathalia was three years older than me, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. She had piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and smooth lips, the kind of looks she’d inherited from our mother. She wore leggings and a snug sweater that clung to her curves. The drive to the cabin was quiet at first, but I couldn’t stop looking out the window. The mountains were nothing like I had ever seen before, towering peaks dusted in white, stretching endlessly beneath a dark sky. Moonlight reflected off the snow, making everything glow with an almost unreal brightness. Pines lined the wi
So one night a few weeks ago I was at my girlfriend's house with our friend Kim and we were hanging out in the backyard drinking. We all probably drank a bit too much because both of them came up with this crazy bet. They actually wanted to bet how far my cum would go if I was jerked off. gf said it would reach a shrub that was nearby. Kim said definitely not. This is what happens when horny drunk women get together. I was told to get naked; and of course I didn't want to get in the way of a good bet, so I did. I asked who would be jerking me off. gf said Kim had free use so it was her. I sat in a chair and Kim kneeled down next to me and started stroking my dick. She started real slow, going up and down my shaft with both hands. gf jokingly said that I better not enjoy this too much, but I definitely was. Kim then started playing with my balls. She started jerking me a little faster. gf walked next to me and started kissing me and stroking my hair, telling me that my load better g
My wife and I have been married for 2 years, and we're usually pretty chill, but last week we got into this massive argument over something stupid. I forget what even started it, but it blew up into yelling about everything from chores to old grudges. I stormed out to cool off, thinking we'd just sleep it off separately like we sometimes do. But when I came back a couple hours later, the house was quiet. She was in the bedroom, still fuming, wearing this thin tank top and shorts that hugged her curves just right. She shot me a glare that could melt steel, but damn if it didn't make her look even sexier. Her cheeks flushed, eyes flashing with that fire I fell for back in the day. I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or the way her chest heaved with every angry breath, but I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall. "You think you can just yell at me like that?" I growled, my voice low and rough. She pushed back at first, her hands on my chest,
This was around 10 years ago. My FWB and I had been hooking up casually for months and always had fun. Once summer, I had a work conference in Hawaii, and instead of going solo, I offered her the deal: all-expenses-paid trip to paradise, first-class flights, luxury resort on Maui, the works. In exchange? She keeps my balls empty. Completely drained. Every. Single. Day. She laughed at first, thinking I was joking, but when I showed her the tickets, her eyes lit up like fireworks. "You're serious? What's the catch?" she asked, biting her lip in that way that always gets my cock twitching. "No catch," I said, pulling her close. "Just you, me, and as much cum as you can handle." She shivered against me, her nipples hardening through her thin tank top, and whispered, "Deal." The flight over was torture in the best way. We were in those lie-flat seats, but privacy screens up, and she wasted no time. Halfway through, she slipped under the blanket, her hand sneaking into my pants. "Gotta s
Jack Miller spent a week stalking the neighborhood. He chose a target and arrived at the house around two in the morning. He found and carefully opened an unlocked window on the ground floor of the quiet house. He quietly crept into the dark room, turned on a small flashlight, and looked around, removing an old pillowcase from under his jacket. He quickly went to the sideboard, found a box of expensive antique silverware, and dumped it all into the bag. Also inside was a beautiful silver tea set and a small metal box containing three hundred dollars. Not bad for a couple of minutes' work, he thought, heading for the exit the same way he'd entered—through Rachel's window. Suddenly, the light flashed and a man's voice rang out! "Who's there?" the man shouted. Jack froze, looked over his shoulder, and saw a man of about fifty standing in the far doorway. - Hey! What are you doing here?! Turning to face him, Jack put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a sh
My daughter has been helping me get laid. You have no idea how many times that I have written that sentence and then sat here and wondered just where to go after that. I have finally decided to just go to the beginning and start from there. With one exception (which I will explain later) all the names have been changed. This is a throw away account for a reason and while I feel like I have to get this all out, I still don’t want to be doxxed by giving out any identifying information. So, to the beginning. I married my childhood sweetheart, Julia. We were next door neighbors and we knew that we were going to be together forever by the time we were ten. First date, first dance, first kiss, first fuck. First everything. We were so in love and never even thought about seeing if there was anything else. We married on her 18th birthday, less than a month after we graduated high school. Babies one and two (twin girls) came along nine months later. Jennifer and Janice. Our parents help
My friend Sarah and I met Freshmen year and bonded over late-night study sessions and crappy dorm food, but it was always platonic. Usually either she or I were in a relationship, so we never made a move. Fast-forward to graduation: she needed a place to crash in the city while interviewing for a job and I had this tiny studio apartment. One room, one queen bed, no couch. "No big deal," we said. "We're adults, we can share." Famous last words. She showed up that evening with her suitcase, looking exhausted but still so damn cute in her oversized hoodie and leggings that hugged her curves just right. We grabbed takeout, laughed about old times, and by midnight, we were both yawning. "Okay, bed-sharing rules: stay on your side, no funny business," she teased, slipping into a tank top and shorts that rode up her thighs as she climbed under the covers. I tried not to stare, her skin looked so soft in the dim light from the streetlamp outside. I stripped down to boxers and a tee, sliding
My wife and I had just got married. Beautiful ceremony, crazy fun reception. Instead of having a traditional male best man, I had asked Sarah to be my 'best woman' for the wedding. She's my ex, best friend, and current FWB. All good on everybody's side, no secrets between us. My wife and I invited Sarah to join us upstairs in our hotel room. It was only fitting that Sarah celebrate our wedding night with us, since she played match maker between us. Honestly? I was nervous as fuck. But when Sarah and Wifey came out of the bathroom, decked out in this bridal lingerie. And high heels. And holy fuck. Adrenaline just took over. The three of us fucked, and I just had came in my wife's mouth. It was so intense and over the top. I had to take a break, and recover. So I collapsed in the chair facing the bed. Now Sarah is a super sexual woman. Confident. Sexy. And drop dead gorgeous. So as I'm there, just trying to soak it all in. My wife is on the bed, recovering herse
When my daughter was in third grade, her teacher (25F) was a complete smoke show. Thin, blonde, beautiful, great figure, but what really mattered to me was how sultry she was. She just had that aura that drips sensuality. When I’d pick my daughter up, her teacher would often be there in the pickup line and give me these long, unflinching looks like she wanted to consume me. When we’d talk, she’d always greet me with this extremely flirty “Hiiiiii \[my daughter\]’s dad 😏” When the school year ended, I found her on social media and sent her a DM. We started chatting and ended up meeting for a walk in the woods. The talk was extremely spicy but we didn’t touch each other. A week or two later, I asked if she wanted to go clubbing together and she asked me if I could pick her up. When I got to her apartment, she texted and asked if I could come up and help her choose an outfit before we went out. She tried on a few things for me as she drank wine and talked. Eventually, she asked for a
I swear my sister has a sixth sense for when things are going well for me. So spoiled and self-centered, she always made a point to turn the attention to herself. It’s bad enough that she’s objectively beautiful with a slim body and big tits. And I don’t know why I was even surprised when she walked into the house. Day = ruined. She claimed to be in town to see friends. And seeing me with a man for the first time brought her to her old ways. It was bad enough to always hear “your sister is so hot,” but she was now actively trying to take a man away from me. I went from feeling like a goddess to the dejected girl. It culminated when she came downstairs completely nude after her shower because she “forgot” to bring her clothes upstairs with her. As she made a point to show off her body to him, I moved to the kitchen to start prepping dinner. He joined me after she walked away to start peeling potatoes. “What a self-centered bitch.” He muttered. … I hated needing reassurance, but it
If you think you might have already read this story, you might have. I didn’t steal it. It got deleted by the mods of the subreddit I originally posted it in, so I’m reposting it here. My parents divorced when I was 15. And contrary to common practice in the 90s, my father got primary custody of me and my brother. We lived with him through the school year, and spent summers with mom. The last summer I spent with her was after I graduated high school. I was 18, and almost didn’t go, but my little brother begged me to spend one last summer with him, and I couldn’t tell him no. About three weeks into the visit, I was going stir crazy. I didn’t have my car, so we were stuck at “home” when her and Ryan, our stepdad, were at work. We were bored to tears, and I was also losing my mind from pent up sexual frustration. I had a girlfriend back home, and I’d gone from having sex with her 3 to 4 times a week, to nothing for three weeks. I was so horny I was jacking off a couple times a da
I removed the extendable part of the shower head and washed off all of the remaining soap on both of us before opening the shower door. I turned to Jane before exiting, “Take your time. I’ll be drying off in my room.” She nodded with a smile. I stepped out and wrapped myself in my towels. I sped through my post-shower routine, watching Jane’s silhouette through the foggy shower door as she finished her shower. As I left the bathroom heading into the master bedroom, the water had just turned off. I laid my towels down on my spot on the bed, one on my pillow to keep it dry and the other sideways so that I could cover my bottom half when I laid down. My cock was keeping part of the towel tented off me almost the whole time Jane was finishing up. I was replaying in my head everything I had just done in the shower. *Did I do too much? Should I have just kept going?* It felt like a very long 5 minutes before Jane walked into the bedroom. She was wrapped in a lavender towel, h
The text I had sent him was filthy. I had written it out over the course of about an hour, adding things as I thought of them, making myself wet as I wrote out each dirty little fantasy. Imagining it had made me want to touch myself so badly, but I resisted; I had Jason for that now. I hesitated with my finger hovering over the send button, reading it through one last time. *Jay. You made me cum so hard last night. I was still throbbing when I woke up on your floor. You should’ve seen me. Legs open, dripping. I almost started touching myself right there. But then I remembered I don’t have to anymore. That’s your job, isn’t it? To lick my pussy until I forget how to speak. Anyway, I know you’re at work but I just wanted to let you know. When you get home I’m going to let you spread me open and fuck me any way you like. From behind, on my back, doggy, reverse cowgirl–whatever will make you cum the hardest. You deserve it! You can use my mouth or my ass or my pussy. Or all three. I don’
A few months ago it was my girlfriend's birthday and I asked her what she wanted. To put things in context, from the beginning of our relationship, things have been very kinky. We have always been about fulfilling each other's fantasies. Early on, she brought in girlfriends for threesomes. We have had sex in front of our friends. I have been tied up a few times. However she totally surprised me with her answer. She said she wanted me to be free use for one of her girlfriends for one night. Almost right away I said yes. It's actually something I've had been fantasizing about for a while. We talked it over with her friend Kim and we came up with some rules. 1- A safe word. Either one of us can use that word and everything would stop. it's all about consent and feeling comfortable. 2 - Since she's on the pill, I don't have to use a condom. 3 - I have to cum inside her - no pulling out. 4 - This takes place one evening all the way through the next morning. 5 - Once this starts, I h
Four in the morning. The brokerage app made me sick. The red numbers stubbornly slid down, like beads of pus from an unhealing wound. I closed it and opened Instagram. The first photo was of Karina. She was sitting on the windowsill in my shabby room, the dank courtyard, a well of damp brick, behind her. But she looked like an alien who had wandered into a dump. Dark hair pulled back into a careless bun, eyes that knew the value of their beauty. Cunning, damn it. Followers in the comments called her "angel" and "goddess." They didn't see the way she looked at me when she wanted to. VKontakte was buzzing with memes about deadlines and perpetual poverty. I scrolled through them like shuffling my bare feet across a dirty floor. Then I switched to Telegram. Karina shared a sticker—a lewd anime hentai where the character's eyes were the size of her own breasts. And the caption: "Miss your boobs?" The air in the room was stale, smelling of dust, cold tea, a
From time to time, I have these little adventures where I cheat. The women I do this with are usually also cheating, but before we fuck, I always get to know them and make sure it’s safe. So, back to this girl, my friend’s “lover” hyped her up to me and told me she just wanted someone to fuck her. She is married. I asked her age and some details, but she didn’t know or didn’t want to tell me. She gave me her number. I texted her, there was no picture when I added her on WhatsApp. We talked for a bit and exchanged pictures. In them, she looked my age and cute. Two days later, I arranged a room for us to meet. She came and looked ten years older than the picture, and she indeed was. She had also talked big game in bed over texts, saying how she would do this and that to me and how I would leave crawling. I told her I would let her show me. We got naked ad her game was dull, weak BJ, awkward body movements and she just lay on her back after I ate her out to orgasm like a log. She didn
A few days ago, my friend group had an out of state wedding - the last unmarried couple in our group was finally tying the knot. It was supposed to be a big affair and ended up being pretty expensive so we all opted to share rooms. We of course chose to grab a two-queen bed hotel room with Dani and Mark, planning to have some fun with one another after the wedding reception was over. We had not seen Dani and Mark since our full swap with them but had been in frequent contact, exchanging nudes and videos here and there on top of the normal messaging. They were also on board with only fucking a few times before going back to just friends to make sure our friendship didn’t get messy or too intimate but before it ran its course, we wanted to experiment some. Dani had this fantasy of getting passed back and forth between Mark and I, with Kate agreeing to the same – basically a full MFMF foursome. The weekend came and we drove up early Saturday afternoon, sharing a car with Mark and Dani
So last weekend, i was invited to this guy’s birthday party. His girlfriend had booked a hotel apartment in this really cool hotel (Five JVC) which had its own small pool. It was a small crowd, just a few feeinds, lots of booze, and chill vibes. I rolled up in my usual slutty getup: tiny black crop top, no bra, and a skirt so short my ass was basically saying hi to everyone. 😜 I felt like a total snack, and had the eyes of all the guys on me yhroughout the night, much to the dismay of their partners, hahaha. Fast forward to the night, the party’s dying down, we’re all tipsy, sprawled on the couches in the huge living room. Someone asks the birthday boy, what he wants as a gift. He grins, half-joking, very tipsy, “A sloppy blowjob, duh.” The room cracks up, but his girlfriend’s like, “Yeah, not happening, I don’t do that.” Ouch, savage. I could see the dissapointment on his face, his girl has always been a bit of a prude. I’m just sipping my drink, smirking, my horny brain already w
Last Saturday, I met Tom for a date. Tom was the total package: he was tall, attractive, sculpted like a Greek god, and was in a better professional position than 90% of men his age, holding a master’s degree in finance and already working for one of the country’s largest banks at just 23. And he knew it. So that made him an extremely confident man. God clearly has favorites, kinda unfair if you ask me. But I didn’t mind. Quite the opposite, actually. Your girl was ovulating, so needless to say, I knew exactly what I was looking for, and I found it in Tom. The chemistry was definitely there, I think. I’m also an ambitious, career-driven woman, soon to graduate from a top institution. I religiously hit the gym three times a week, and I have a multicultural background, just like Tom. So we actually had quite a lot in common, down to our music taste. Physically though, we were complete opposites. Tom is a 6’2 blond man with intense green eyes and short, carefully styled hair. I’m a Bl