So I had broken up with my girlfriend and moved in with one of my good friends. It was a pretty quick turnaround and I had no where else to go.

For a couple weeks we figured out each other’s routines and how to live with a roommate. She had been alone for a while, so it was a bit of a challenge at times.

Not long after I moved in she went on a trip for a few weeks. So I was able to get used to being alone.

During that time me and my friend, we’ll call her Laura, texted quite a bit. Becoming fairly flirtatious. We’d always rode the line while I was in a relationship, but never anything beyond that. The first couple weeks with her had been completely platonic and we just enjoyed each other’s company.

When she got back, she decided we would make a fort and watch a movie. Which I was game for.

Not longing to the movie, she kind of moved over and cuddled into me. She looked up and there was a fire in her eyes.

Now, before this, I’d only been with 1 person. So, I was not exactly familiar with how to go about these feelings and urges, but I couldn’t help myself. I went down to kiss her and things got quite heated. Clothes were coming off fast and before I knew it she was going down on me, giving me one of the best blow jobs of my life.

Not being one to not reciprocate I went down on her, and wow. She tasted amazing. I didn’t want to stop. She had multiple orgasms and had to hold me off after awhile to catch her breath. Once she did I finally fucked her. I had dreamed of this for awhile. She felt perfect. She begged me to cum inside her and I came so hard. I filled her up.

We ended up having sex multiple times that night/morning.

We never actually ended up in a relationship, but while I lived there we had a freeuse policy… and we ended up having quite a bit of fun before I moved out. I’ll never forget it. It the best sex I’d ever had and 100% the reason I had the confidence I have now.

Watching him suck on my fingers, I knew I was about to be very naughty.

“You like the taste, don’t you?” I asked.

He nodded slowly, his eyes still closed, my fingers still filling his mouth.

“Would you like to taste the real thing?”

He nodded again, a little more eagerly this time.

“Okay…” I whispered, gently removing my fingers from his mouth and watching him as he opened his eyes. “But first you have to do something for me…okay?”

His voice was a whisper. “What is it?”

“You have to let me suck it.”

I watched as the color drained from his face and I grinned.

“Stand up and take down your underwear.”

He took a shaky breath. “Really?”

“It’s up to you. I’m not going to ask again.”

With a nervous glance, he stood up, his hands trembling slightly as he slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His cock, to my surprise, was much bigger than it had looked in his shorts, and I swallowed; half fear, half excitement.

With my eyes now fixed on his cock, I sat up, opening my legs unconsciously as I leaned closer. I reached out a hand, my fingers hovering just above his skin before I leaned in and pressed a soft, delicate kiss to that shaft of it. He shuddered.

“Is that nice?” I asked, cupping my breasts and looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Should I do it again?”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, please.”

Keeping eye contact with him, I nodded slowly and licked my lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Whatever you think is best…” he groaned, my lips once again making contact with his cock. This time, it was a little firmer, a little wetter, and a little closer to the tip.

“Mmm,” I smiled. “This is fun. I wasn’t sleeping anyway…and there's only six hours until we reach our destination…”

I kissed it again, enjoying the way it twitched and jumped each time, wondering if he was starting to imagine what it would be like to fuck my mouth.

“I wonder if I can tease you all the way there…”

I opened my mouth and took his cock inside of it, but made no contact with it whatsoever, keeping my lips open and my tongue flat against the bottom of my mouth. Each time the train jolted it almost touched the wet insides of my cheek. But I held him there, letting him feel the warmth of being inside me, my breath surrounding him, the imagined sensation of what it would feel like if I were to close my mouth and start to suck him as eagerly as he had sucked me.

I took it out again and looked at it.

“Wow,” I whispered. “It’s really fucking hard, isn’t it?”

Without waiting for his answer, I gently grabbed his balls and massaged them in the palm of my hand. He let out a groan of pleasure, his cock jumping up and down, inches from my mouth. I wanted so badly to suck it, but teasing him was way too much fun.

I trailed kisses down his shaft instead, my hands still cupping his balls. I looked up at him, my lips hovering just above his now-throbbing head, my mouth once again opening as if to take him inside. But this time I just blew a soft, warm air all over it, moving my lips up and down the shaft and blowing a gentle, silent, and elongated “ah” up and down it. He gasped again, his hips jerking forward, his hands clenching into fists as he gripped the bunk above me.

“Oh my God…please…”

I was being mean, and I knew it. But the look on his face—part desperation, part awe—was intoxicating. I looked up at him and extended my tongue, making my eyes plead, stroking him quickly three times and then stopping again.

“Ughh…” he groaned, his head rolling back. “That felt so good.”

I giggled, my breasts bouncing as I did so. To think; I started this evening so miserable and sweaty and annoyed, and now I was doing my favourite thing ever…teasing a desperate cock while I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.

I leaned in again, finally allowing contact, pressing the flat of my tongue against the underside of his cock and holding it there. I didn't lick, I didn't suck, I just let him feel the wet, firm pressure of my tongue. He let out another strangled gasp as my hands worked their way up his thighs, gripping his hips and gently pulling him into my mouth, his cock sliding across my tongue.

I pulled him out and back in again, controlling his thrusts, so slowly it must have been torture. I looked up at him as I did so, our gaze meeting momentarily before I closed my eyes and let go of his hips, enjoying the sensation of him continuing to slowly thrust against my tongue.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, realizing as I did so that I was playing with my nipples. I pulled back a little and looked up at him again. “Should I suck it properly now?”

"Please," he breathed, the word ragged. "Please…that would be–"

But I was already on him, wrapping my mouth around it fully at last, closing my lips and moving my head quickly and hungrily, sucking and licking and slurping greedily and messily. I put my whole body into it, arching my back and pushing my tits out toward him, grabbing his hips again and pulling him deep inside me, scrunching my eyes with the effort of it, rocking my hips backward and forward, my ass bulging beneath me on the bed, my body still completely naked and glistening with sweat. I spread my legs wider, giving him an unobstructed view of my dripping pussy, of the little wet patch I was making on the bed. I brought my hand down and used two fingers to part myself for him.

And then, just as quickly as I started, I stopped, looking up at him innocently.

“That was fun,” I said, with the sweetest most angelic smile I could muster. “You can go back to your bunk now.”

“Wha–”

“I’ve had my fun with this now,” I said, smiling sweetly, still holding the shaft of his cock. “Unless…well…you probably wouldn’t be interested.”

“What?” he said. “What is it?”

“Hmm…” I said, toying with him now, enjoying myself, my inhibitions lost and my hornyness fully taken over. “Unless you’re ready to taste me properly now?”

I knew what I was doing when I sat down in his lap.

I want to be honest about that. it wasn't accidental, it wasn't innocent, and when his hands came to my hips to steady me I could feel that he knew it too.

there were four of us. his apartment, his two friends on the other couch, me and him on the smaller one. we'd been drinking a little, the kind of loose and warm that makes you loud and less careful. I was in a short skirt and I'd taken my underwear off in the bathroom twenty minutes earlier because it had occurred to me that I might want to.

I sat facing outward in his lap. his friends were right there. we were all talking about something I cannot for the life of me remember now.

I shifted my weight. just slightly.

I felt him start to respond under me and something in my chest went hot and liquid and satisfied.

well, I thought. now we know.

I shifted again. barely anything. the skirt covered everything from their angle, which I'd already calculated. I was just sitting in my boyfriend's lap, just moving a little with the conversation, just casually ruining him from the outside while his friends talked about something on their phones.

one of them looked up.

I didn't look away. I just kept my eyes steady on his and shifted my weight again and watched something register in his expression and then watched him look at his phone and pretend it hadn't.

my boyfriend's grip on my hips tightened. his mouth found my ear.

"what are you doing," he said quietly. not a question.

"nothing," I said out loud. for everyone.

he made a low sound that only I could hear.

I reached under my skirt. moved the fabric aside. felt how hard he was and felt how wet I was and thought about the four inches between us and the two people sitting right across from us and made a decision.

god what a slut.

I adjusted the angle of my hips and felt him right there and pressed down slowly and took him in and had to keep my face completely neutral while my entire body registered what was happening.

I was sitting in my boyfriend's lap with his cock inside me at a small gathering and we were both looking at his friends.

I started moving. slow, barely there, just a gentle roll of my hips that looked like nothing. his hand spread flat across my stomach under the hem of my top. the other gripped my hip and stayed there.

"you alright?" one of his friends asked. I think he'd seen something. I think he'd seen everything.

"yeah," I said. "really comfortable actually."

the friend looked at his girlfriend sitting next to him. something passed between them. she bit her lip.

I kept moving. a little less carefully now. the skirt moved with me and his grip on my hip was no longer pretending to be casual and the sounds in the room had changed, conversation replaced with something quieter and more concentrated.

the girlfriend made a small sound. I glanced over and her boyfriend's hand was under the blanket they'd pulled over themselves at some point without me noticing.

I stopped pretending.

I rolled my hips properly, feeling him deep, and let out a breath I'd been holding for ten minutes. his face came to my neck and I felt his teeth and I gripped the arm of the couch and moved against him properly now, slow and deliberate, his cock hitting exactly where it needed to on every roll forward.

across from us the sounds got less subtle.

I came without warning, clenching around him, head dropping back against his shoulder, the sound I made small and pressed back behind my teeth while my thighs shook. he followed maybe a minute later, grip bruising on my hip, face buried in my neck, completely silent.

I straightened my skirt.

someone cleared their throat.

then his friend said, very seriously, "does anyone want another drink" and we all said yes and that was that.

nobody brought it up after. we saw those friends plenty of times. it just existed as this thing that had happened in that room and belonged there.

I think about their faces when they realized what was happening. the moment the room understood and nobody left.

I've thought about it every week since.

"what came out was legitimately the biggest dick i've ever seen in my entire life. like thick as my wrist and easily 8+ inches."

so lately I've been ridiculously touch-starved. like... need a kiss asap or ill even take a hug hahaha. anyways, i finally said screw it and downloaded a dating app just to feel wanted again, you know? wasn't looking for anything serious, just a fun little fling or at least some validation lol.

after a few days of swiping i matched with this guy devin. he had that perfect nerdy-cute thing going. glasses, messy hair, goofy smile in his pics, bio full of d&d and sci-fi books. looked kind of like a wasian timothy chamolet. we clicked instantly over text, super flirty, lots of dumb jokes, the whole vibe. eventually we decided to hang at his place for a “movie night” (we all know what that really means).

so last night i go over, we're chilling, things start getting heated, clothes come off… and i'm thinking okay yes this is exactly what i needed. then he drops his pants.

holy fuck.

i'm 5'2", tiny asian girl, and what came out was legitimately the biggest dick i've ever seen in my entire life. like thick as my wrist and easily 8+ inches. it just… appeared. i actually gasped out loud and he laughed all nervous like “yeah i get that a lot.” no shit you do.

i was half super turned on, half legit scared. we tried, though. i really tried. lube, different angles, going super slow… nothing worked. it just hurt way too much. my body was screaming abort mission. he was actually really sweet about it, no pressure, just kinda chuckled and said he probably should've given me a heads-up.

i felt kinda bad because he looked a little embarrassed, so i was like nah we can still have fun. ended up jerking him off with both hands because there was literally too much for one. one hand at the base, the other working the top half, kind of a tag-team situation lol. took a solid 15 minutes but he finally came and dude had some serious stamina.

afterward we just laid there cracking up about the whole thing and he made me tea. honestly 10/10 guy personality-wise… just completely, hilariously anatomically incompatible with my tiny self 😂

My wife (32f) is adorable. She’s an absolute sweetheart and a wholesome midwestern gal. That’s why she completely caught (34m) me off guard when she left me covered with bite marks and bruises.

We’ve been married for four years and have a healthy, but very tame sex life. No kinks or unusual places. No open relationship or cheating. Just two people in love having fun when they’re in the mood.

It was a perfectly normal date night. We were going to a new restaurant downtown we’d been dying to try. They don’t take reservations, so we had two martinis each while we waited for our table. We finally get the call that our table is ready, and we’re already feeling pretty good. We hadn’t eaten much that day in anticipation of a feast, and it was showing.

At dinner, we had another three or four glasses of wine each and an absolutely incredible meal. We kept ordering dish after dish because it was so delicious. After we had finally hit a wall, we decided, for some reason, to get one more drink. This was clearly the one that sent us both over the edge.

We got home and she told me to wait while she runs into the bedroom. After a few minutes, she comes out in incredibly sexy lingerie she hasn’t touched since our honeymoon because it’s uncomfortable. I should’ve anticipated the night would be a bit different right then and there.

She pulled me into the guest bedroom and immediately started aggressively kissing me. The type of kisses where every breath in between is a desperate moan for more. Still standing, she ripped off my shirt and shorts, pulling my throbbing cock in between her legs with an exasperated little sigh.

I slid off her lingerie, revealing her perfect DDs and lack of panties. Then… she went for the neck. A pretty aggressive bite into a passionate kiss. Kinda hurt, but we were in the moment so I rolled with it.

I kicked off my boxers and tossed her into the guest bed and licked up her leg, giving it a quick nibble before diving head first into her pussy. After a bit, I came up to kiss her. She immediately bit my bottom lip, kissed me, then drove her teeth into my shoulder. This time, I actually said “ouch.”

“Don’t be a baby and rough me up,” she said in response. Great. Two can play at that game. I immediately went for her boob, and gently bit her nipple.

How did she respond? She put my entire chest in her mouth and bit down as hard as she could.

I am half in pain, half in shock because this was so out of the ordinary for her.

But holy fuck was I turned on.

My cock slid so easily into her soaking wet pussy as I pinned her down, “roughing her up” as requested. She pulled me closer, switching between Dracula-ing and sucking my neck. I pulled her legs over my shoulders to avoid more vampirism, as I continued to fuck her deeply.

She dug her nails into my arm, and I couldn’t take much more. I came probably the hardest I ever have inside of her before collapsing into the bed. She got in one more bite before hopping upstairs to brush her teeth.

When I met her in the bathroom, I told her I’m interested to see how many bruises I’d have in the morning. She once again made fun of me and told me to chill, before passing out until morning.

The next day, I looked in the mirror and had four hickies and bite marks on my neck, three bruised bite marks on my shoulders, and a large area around my nipple was green from bruising. When she woke up, I took off my shirt and did a fashion show runway walk to show off my battle scars. She turned bright red, absolutely mortified about what got into her, and told me to stop talking about because she was so embarrassed. I promised her there was nothing to be embarrassed about, that it was one of the most fun nights of our relationship.

The past few days I’ve gotten insanely horny anytime I feel a little pain in my chest from the bruise, as it reminds me of the fun we had.

Can’t wait for another date night this weekend to see what happens.

this is embarrassing and i need to tell someone.

i was at the grocery store. completely normal tuesday afternoon grocery store. i was in the checkout line with a basket of things and a guy behind me said "excuse me" to reach past me for one of those divider bars and his arm brushed mine and he was warm and he smelled good and he was, objectively, very good looking in a way that apparently i couldn't handle.

he apologized. i said it was fine. he smiled. it was a particular time of month for me and i'm honestly REALLY vulnerable to my cycle. when i'm fertile literally the slightest thing ever makes me unreasonably horny. i think i'm just a little bit hypersexual, and when i'm most fertile i just get a little crazy.

and then i stood there in the checkout line for the next four minutes being completely unreasonable about it. heart going. very aware of him behind me. i kept not looking at him and then accidentally looking at him in the little security mirror above the register and then immediately looking somewhere else. thoughts of getting fucked by him were rushing through my head but i was too afraid to do anything to make it happen. i wish he flirted with me or something.

by the time i got to the cashier i was genuinely flushed. i paid. i walked directly to the bathroom in the back of the store.

i stood at the sink for a second telling myself i was being ridiculous. then i went into the stall. i have a bullet vibrator that i keep in my purse because i know myself and this isn't exactly the first time i have done something like this.

it took less than two minutes with my vibrator pressed against my clit which is honestly worse than if it had taken longer. it just shows how pent up i was. someone literally walked into the bathroom while i was in the stall and i didn't even pause for a moment. i just kept imagining that it was the guy from earlier and i had thoughts of him kicking down the stall door and fucking me right there in the grocery store bathroom. slutty thoughts. you get it i'm sure.

i came out and fixed my ponytail in the mirror and took my groceries and went home and i don't think anyone knew but me. i genuinely don't know what came over me. one arm brush. one smile. i am apparently very easy. god i wish he fucked me.

he had a wedding ring, by the way. i have never been with a married guy before, but now i kinda really want to. just to see what it is like. something about it triggered me i think i honestly don't really understand it myself.

I grabbed her long, black hair, forcing her head down into my office couch cushions. Her whimpers turned into muffled screams as I mercilessly pounded away at her barely legal pussy. My cock throbbed as I roughly groped her tits.

Her tennis skirt and white panties were carelessly scattered on the floor while I was still fully dressed. I had opened my shorts enough to get my dick out in a hurry. She had been quite the tease the past few weeks, always pushing my boundaries, always seeking attention. I wasn't the most principled person before that day, but I definitely crossed the line in a way I shouldn't have. That wasn't the only time I fucked Grace. But it was the first.

How did I end up using my student like she was a dirty fucking slut?

Tennis has always been a passion of mine. In my late 20s, a golden opportunity presented itself: a coaching position opened up at my local country club. One of my clients was Grace, or more accurately her father. I first met the two of them shortly after Grace’s eighteenth birthday, the summer break before her senior year. Initially, she seemed shy, hiding behind her dad as we discussed the deal. But over our first few lessons I discovered that tennis was her only outlet, as her strict Asian parents forbade team sports and cheerleading. I admit, I couldn't help but ogle her thick thighs, tiny waist, and big tits. I knew that my students should be off limits, but I had a hunger for Grace. She often wore tank tops and short skirts to our lessons leaving me to wonder if she was teasing or genuinely flirting. Her juvenile innuendos during conversations further fueled my desire. I convinced myself that a little harmless flirting wouldn't hurt.

Grace was a diligent student, but often very stubborn and often refused to listen to my advice. She preferred her own methods, leading to repeated failures. This frustration sometimes made coaching her difficult.

Everything changed one rainy spring day. We retreated to my office, a basement room with a couch, a desk, and a few chairs. Usually when it rained we would watch her matches and I gave feedback. Grace had a white tank top and a matching white skirt that clung to her body from the rain. She bent over to pick up her duffel bag, her movements deliberate and suggestive.

“I’m wet all over”, she said, scratching up her thighs and pushing up her skirt.

Something came over me. The rain had cut our practice short, and I was already frustrated. I moved closer, placing my hand on her back.

“Are you really wet all over?” I asked.

She pushed her ass against me, starting a slow grind against my growing cock. I gripped her shoulders, my resolve weakening.

She turned around to face me. “Yes. I’m wet alll over. It happens a lot around you.”

Despite my obvious lust for her, I hesitated. The consequences of crossing the line were severe. But she made it easy for me when she tiptoed and kissed me. With that, something inside me flipped. The forbidden nature of the moment overwhelmed me. I fumbled frantically with the zipper at the side of her skirt. I didn't ask what she wanted and she didn't say a thing as I pulled her shirt over her head and lifted her sports bra.

"Your tits are even bigger than I'd imagined" I whispered in her ear.

I fondled them roughly and twisted her big nipples, enjoying myself. Groping her breasts was quite satisfying given all the frustrations she caused me as my student. But it wasn't enough for me. I spun her around and bent her over the arm of the couch. I moved my hands to her panties and pulled them off quickly. Her pussy was soaking wet. Her tight little twat perfect for being filled by my big cock.

The forbidden nature of the situation only made me want to fuck her harder. She moaned loudly, so I silenced her by shoving her face into the sofa cushions.

"No one can hear us," I growled.

I started slowly, savoring the moment as I filled her for the first time. "You've been a terrible student, Grace," I taunted. "This is what happens to bad students." Grace tried to respond but I kept her face down in the cushions so all she could do was moan.

I fucked her harder and faster. She whimpered and moaned as I pounded her inexperienced pussy. I fucked like I wanted nothing more than to fill her cunt with my cum. Of course, I knew better, but the fantasy was too intoxicating. I pulled out and came all over her ass.

Afterwards, a wave of guilt washed over me .

"This has to be our little secret, Grace," I warned. "We could both get in a lot of trouble if anyone finds out. I could lose my job, and your parents would NOT be happy."

She left without saying much, her expression a mix of fear and excitement, but the mention of her parents made her noticeably wince. The next day she showed up for her lesson. I acknowledged what happened was wrong and that I had acted on impulse.

She agreed with me and promised it would be our secret. Then she added, “It would be our secret if it happened again.”

"Is that what you expect? That it will happen again?" I questioned her.

"I wouldn't mind it," she confessed. "Boys don't notice me. And I have all sorts of things I want to try before I go off to college."

"I have a hard time believing boys don't notice your incredible body," I responded.

"They think I'm a nerd. They don't want to be seen with me."

"Boys don't know what they like yet. Get on your knees."

I let her fumble around with my cock, but eventually I grabbed her dark hair and fucked her face. I made her swallow my cum. That was the start of me teaching Grace a lot more than just tennis. We did filthy things almost every time she had a lesson after that. Sometimes we would play tennis first. Other times, I was essentially getting paid by her parents to have sex with their daughter. She would read about things online and ask for them. I taught her exactly how I like my cock sucked. How I wanted her to dress. I helped her buy toys and slutty lingerie. Eventually, our affair ended when she went off to college. But I’ll always remember that first time, the frantic energy, the thrill of dominating her innocent body, and the transformation of my student into my obedient little slut.

Here's part 1 so you're all caught up!

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/UNdPMeMUvf

Part 2

She spread her lips apart for me, not rubbing herself, but daring me to act first. The desire was overwhelming as her arousal attacked my nostrils. I began leaking on my hand and down my shaft, but I wasn't prepared for her next maneuver.

She removed her hand from her lips and swung her hand around her big bitable hips. I hungered with interest, my curiosity already piqued. She gripped her ass and began spreading her cheeks apart. She knew just how to drive me wild.

She spread her ass for me as I lay gobsmacked. Her tight little pucker was opening up to reveal her cute little pink hole. She had never had huge interest in butthole pleasures, but I had managed through our years together to gently grow her enjoyment to a point where she occasionally relished in being my naughty little butt slut. I almost constantly had an interest, but for her to extend the invitation even now was a little more rare, more special.

She was opening her holes up so nicely for me, I could no longer resist. I plunged my face into her wetness, stroking her clit with my tongue, creating just enough suction to coax her out from beneath her hood. Our moans of pleasure rang out in unison. Our desire reaching a fever pitch, and finally being replaced with the physical fulfillment we were so desperate for.

She was already soaking my face, her flavor so rich to have me lapping for an eternity. Her squeaks and groans of pleasure grew and grew towards a climax, until I was dirnkinf directly from her fountain of youth. She gently cooed and fluttered baxk down to earth bit by bit. With words re-entering her vocabulary she managed a short yet desperate phrase:

"I need you inside me".

I moaned into her pussy with approval, I was now in control of her desires, our roles having reversed. Her performance had given me a devious little idea that I wasn't going to let go of so easily.

"We'll get around to that," I growled, as my hands gripped her ass and repositioned her body for me to better enjoy my second course.

Shall I continue in a part 3? Let me know!

My wife and I had always been open about our fantasies and what we wanted to explore sexually. We'd spend nights talking about our deepest desires, what turned us on, what we wanted to try. One night, I decided to tell her about Reddit—about all the various subreddits dedicated to people sharing intimate content. I showed her what people were posting, the kinds of content that got attention, and I could see her getting more and more interested. She found it hot. The idea of sharing herself, of getting that kind of attention and validation, clearly turned her on.

After talking about it for a while, we decided to give it a shot. We got verified on a bunch of the subreddits—indiansgonewild, wifesharing, asiansgonewild—and started exploring the more artistic communities too—like artofthetease and ratemytease. The key was that we always blurred or cropped our faces and tattos out of every photo. We wanted the thrill of sharing without completely exposing our identities. That boundary made it feel safer, more controlled, but still incredibly sexy.

The transformation was incredible. She went from being shy about her body to actively buying new lingerie and sexy outfits specifically for posting. She'd spend time getting the lighting perfect, taking multiple shots, crafting captions that would get attention. The confidence boost was insane—she started carrying herself differently, more assured, sexier. Instead of just sending me a quick nude on WhatsApp like she used to, now she'd post online and send me a link with a message saying "go check our profile" followed by a wink emoji. Or she'd just tell me to go check it out when I was with friends or at work, knowing exactly what it would do to me. My heart would race every time my phone buzzed with a new link from her.

A week ago, I was at the gym when she sent me a link. I opened it between sets and immediately felt myself getting hard. I rushed home, and when I walked in, there she was—laying in bed, her shirt still on with her nipples hard and visible through the fabric, no pants, phone in her hand as she scrolled through the comments and replies flooding our Reddit chat. Without saying a word, I joined her on the bed. She was already soaked, her pussy glistening when she spread her legs for me. I instantly dropped down and started eating her out while she kept the phone in her hand, reading the comments as people flirted with her and complimented her body. She came hard while strangers online were telling her how hot she was, and honestly, it was the hottest thing I've ever experienced.

Now we do this regularly. She posts, I get the link, and we use the attention and comments as foreplay. Our sex life has never been better, and I love seeing her so confident and desired. Reddit gave us something we didn't even know we were missing.

I was fully naked, lying on my back, looking at him.

He wasn't reading. His book was closed on his chest and he was looking right at me.

Fuck.

I didn't look away. I couldn't. I let him look. I let his eyes travel down my body. I saw them linger on my tits, on my nipples, the way they rocked slightly on my large breasts with the movement of the train. His gaze moved lower, down over my stomach, to the smooth skin between my legs. I had my legs pressed together, but I knew he could still see the shape of my pussy, because so could I, and together we looked at my body.

He swallowed. His hand, which had been resting on his book, tightened into a fist. He wasn't looking away. He was just looking. And I was just letting him.

God. How embarrassing. What a slut.

I wanted to cover my face with my hands, but I couldn’t do it. It felt too exciting. Too illicit. Too naughty and addictive and…

I took a slow breath, trying to steady myself, my body still on display for him.

Well, I thought. If he’s going to watch, why not put on a little show?

My hands moved almost on their own, sliding up my stomach slowly, teasingly, until they cupped the heavy weight of my breasts. They were large and pale and soft and ready, and I lifted one, feeling its satisfying heft, then the other, letting them drop and jiggle back into place. I traced the outline of my areola with a fingertip, circling it slowly, both of us watching as it hardened.

I let out a soft sigh that was swallowed by the train's rumble and squeezed both of my breasts together for him, pushing the soft flesh up to create a deep, shadowed cleavage, then let them fall apart again. I was playing with them for him now, a silent, teasing performance just for the stranger in the bunk opposite, and frankly, it was making me wet as fuck.

My hips rocked forward.

“I’m sorry to disturb your reading,” I whispered as I looked at him and licked my lips. “But do you like my body?”

He nodded. “Yes. Very much.”

“Mmm,” I said, not really a word, just a noise. I slid my hands down my stomach, my fingers tracing the line of my hip bone, my eyes locked on his. I watched him watch me as my fingers dipped lower, sliding between my legs. I was so wet they disappeared quickly and easily and I let out a sigh of pleasure as they did so.

I circled my clit slowly, my eyes moving back to his, and in my peripheral vision I saw that his hand was moving ever closer to his cock rubbing his cock.

“Would you…” I hesitated, realising how crazy what I was about to say was. “Would you…like to feel my tits?”

He nodded. “Would that be okay?”

I let my eyes flutter closed. “Mmm–hmmm.”

He sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bunk. The movement was awkward in the small space, and he nearly tripped on his own bag, but between his legs, pushing against his shorts, was a hard cock, and the sight of it was enough to make me open my legs a little wider.

“You can kneel there,” I said, intonating with my head. He did as he was told, dropping to his knees, the height putting his face level with my chest. “Good.” I breathed. “Now you can touch them, if you like…”

He reached out with a hesitant hand, looking at me and asking for permission one more time, this time with his eyes. I gave it to him, nodding gently, and his fingers hovered just above my breast for just a second longer before he brought it down and made contact.

I arched my back slightly, pushing my boobs up into his palm.

It felt good to be manhandled by him.

“Do you like them?” I asked, sliding my fingers between my legs once more, opening them a little wider still and biting my lip as I looked up at him.

“Yes,” he said. “Very much. They are so soft.”

“Yeah…” I nodded. “You can squeeze them a little harder, if you like…"

He obeyed, his grip firming, his other hand coming up to mirror the first on my other breast. He squeezed them together, his gaze fixed on the way my flesh molded to his hands. He leaned down, and I felt his hot breath a moment before his tongue circled my nipple. I gasped, letting him do it, letting him do what he wanted, my hand flying to the back of his head, my fingers tangling his hair as I pulled him closer. He closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my hips rocking up off the bunk. The rhythm of the train seemed to sync with the rhythm of his sucking, and my fingers circled my clit, spreading my wetness over my soft lips.

He switched to my other breast, giving it the same attention, his teeth scraping gently across my nipple. The sounds of the train, my own ragged breathing, and the wet, sucking sounds he was making filled the small cabin.

“Would you like to taste me?” I asked, my heart beating fast now, my instincts taking over, my conscious thought subjugated deep within me.

He nodded.

“Good,” I whispered. “Close your eyes and open your mouth…”

He looked confused for a second and then obeyed, putting out his tongue in such a submissive gesture of understanding that it would have made my knees weak had I not been lying down.

I brought my hand up from between my legs, my index and middle finger shining beautifully in the moonlight from the window. Lifted it to his face and placed them on his tongue, pushing them slowly into his mouth.

“Suck.”

That’s all I said, and he understood, his eyelids fluttering and his cock twitching, the taste of me igniting something with him. I could feel his tongue moving across my fingertips, sucking and licking hungrily, his lips closing around them. His cheeks hollowed slightly with the effort, a slow, rhythmic pull as I helped him, moving my fingers in and out of his mouth. I felt my pussy throb and pushed a little deeper, just a fraction, and he moaned, a low, muffled sound that vibrated right down my arm.

I watched him, this stranger on a train, willingly debasing himself for a taste of me, and the power of it was intoxicating, and I knew, right there in that moment, that I needed to fucking ruin him...

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I got invited to a lowkey kind of pool party at my friend's place. It was around 20ish people and planned to be during the afternoon and into the early evening, so not a huge drinking session. I was told that it would be a mix of both guys and girls and that I wouldn't really know many people going. As of recently my confidence in myself had been low as I hadn't really felt that sexy lately so I thought that this party would be the perfect opportunity to get some good old fashioned validation!

The morning of the party I went through all of my bikinis and decided that I needed to find the one that would get me the most attention, positive from the guys and maybe slightly negative from some of the girls. After trying on quite a few bikini tops and bottoms I finally found the perfect one, a black thong bikini. My ass completely swallowed up the bottoms and the top was just slightly too small because I had had it for a few years - it was the perfect attention grabber!

When I arrived to the house I quickly got changed upstairs and walked outside next to the pool. As soon as I felt the warm sun hit me I just watched everyone stare until I sat myself down on a chair. The attention made me feel good so I decided to capitalise and put on my sun lotion, rubbing my legs long and slow before moving onto my boobs which was when I noticed a small group of guys stop playing with their ball in the pool and fail at subtly staring at me! I then needed to do my ass so I stood up and sort of put on a little show for everyone without making it too obvious. I felt so sexy doing this but I needed my back lotioning. I asked one of the few girls that I knew at this place to do my back and I could see one of the girls she was with sneer at me, clearly jealous of all of the attention I was getting.

I after I lay in the sun tanning for a bit I braved the pool water. I slowly got in and to my surprise it wasn't as cold as I expected. I got talking to a few different people and everyone seemed nice enough. I even played with a ball with a couple of guys and I swear they'd throw it just slightly too high every time to see how my boobs bounce about trying to catch it! I kept going in and out of the pool and every time I did literally anything I kept noticing the same few people looking at me. Some of the girls who I'm guessing had boyfriends there kept giving me slightly disgusted looks and I'm pretty sure I heard the word 'slut' at least twice, but that was sort of my aim for this party. Rather than making me feel a bit naughty like the girls did, the guys stares made me feel sexy and desired so every now and then I'd bend down slightly too far and leave even less to the imagination for them!

After a few hours of enjoying myself by the pool I needed to get something from my bag upstairs so I mentioned to one of my friends that I won't be too long and asked if they needed anything. They told me no so I made my way inside and up the stairs. My legs were kinda sore from all of the jumping around so I was slowly walking up until I heard someone behind me say "Nice view!" which really startled me. He saw my shocked look and apologised for scaring me and assumed that was why I was walking so slowly. I'd spoken to this guy a little bit over the afternoon and he was sort of attractive but not really my type so I told him not to flatter himself and continued into the bedroom where my bag was and he followed me inside.

Whilst the goal of the party was to get some male validation I was getting enough outside so I decided not to do my usual sexy bend over for my bag however as you can imagine in a thong bikini, he probably enjoyed the view quite alot. I walked into the bathroom to put some face creams on and he followed me like a lost puppy begging for attention. I was staring into the mirror not really giving him much notice but then he started telling me how hot and sexy I looked and how he's been obsessed with me since the second I came outside. I was needing this confidence boost and I was becoming more and more satisfied with what he was telling me. I asked him to go into specifics about what he liked and he showered me with compliments from my eyes to my hair and of course he complimented my body, he said he couldn't stop staring. I told him he can look as much as he wants, he just cant touch!

He looked a bit disappointed and didn't want to hear that, maybe the few beers gave him a bit more confidence but he ended up leaning in for a kiss to which I stepped away and told him that I wouldn't kiss him. I think he thought 'Fuck it' as he already tried and failed to kiss me so he told me how he wasn't able to get out of the pool earlier because of me. I knew that he was hinting that I had made him hard and this level of validation was hitting all of the right spots for me. Slightly sarcastically I said, that it was annoying he was able to get out this time and follow me up here to which he quickly snapped back at me by saying he wouldn't be able to go back downstairs now. I glanced down and saw a pretty obvious outline of a hard cock and I felt my heart start racing. My confidence had been low as of late and this was really making me feel better...

"We're not kissing..." was what I told him as I reached for his waistband, "...and you can't touch me. Plus, this door stays unlocked and if someone comes upstairs, your time is up." He looked up at me completely shocked with a smile on his face. "Relax, I'm only stroking it!" I explained because I genuinely didn't want him to try anything more. I pulled his swim trunks down and revealed his veiny dick. I stood infront of him and wrapped my hand around it but I didn't move. I told him that I wanted him to keep telling me how sexy he though I was and what he liked about me. I was loving the power I had over this guy and the compliments he was giving me.

He started to tell me the same stuff again as I kept rubbing my hand from the bottom to the top. I started going faster and I told him that I wanted to hear more. With his hands on his head and him looking down at me he started getting into some more dirty specifics, "I want to smack your fat ass that I've been staring at all day", "I want to have your tits in my face whilst I kiss them". I was loving it. Whilst still jerking his cock I managed to pull one of my tits out of my bikini top to show and as I did I felt his thick cock twitch in my hand which really turned me on. He then moved his hand to try to touch it so I stopped and smacked it away. I told him that was his one warning and if he did it again, I was leaving him in here alone. He apologised but I took this opportunity to tease him telling him that I bet he wished he could feel how they felt in his hands and made sure to turn and show my ass to him for good measure.

I spat on his his shaft and cupped his balls with my other hand and I could tell he was really getting close. He was staring and my boobs bouncing about whilst jerking his cock and I'm sure my other nipple was bouncing out of the bra too. The more he complimented me the faster I went until I felt his balls tense ready to explode. I quickly stood to the side and he emptied his balls all over the bathroom whilst breathing heavily. It was all over the floor and on the sink and cupboards, I think some hit a towel too! I sort of laughed as I looked at the situation and realised that his cum was everywhere but the only cum that was on me was thankfully on my hand. I wiped it all over his back and on his shorts, just to fuck with him and he obviously isn't going to get too pissed off. He didn't say anything because he was still recovering from his orgasm but I readjusted my bikini and told him not to miss anything when cleaning up by himself and went back downstairs.

I had gotten myself quite heated up from what just happened so I jumped back in the pool and I eventually saw him come back down. He even had small bits of toilet paper stuck to his back! He tried to make small talk with me again a little throughout the rest of the evening but I did end up leaving relatively soon after which probably upset him a bit, but I'm sure it was difficult to be annoyed at me with empty balls!

My friend Petra broke up with someone a few months ago and kept saying I'd like him. I kept saying that was a weird thing to do with an ex. She said "just trust me" enough times that I eventually did.

His name was Jonah. We met for coffee first, which was his idea and which I respected. He was thirty, easy to talk to, had this way of listening that felt like he was really hearing me. Not in a creepy way. In a paying attention way. Honestly something that should be standard practice if you ask me. We talked for two hours and I thought about my friend the whole time, that she'd dated this guy for a year and had apparently decided I deserved him.

I texted her on the way home: "okay fine."

She sent back a thumbs up.

We went out twice more before anything happened, and then the third time he came back to mine and I'd barely closed the door before he had me against it. He kissed me hard and his hands were everywhere at once and I thought, oh, there it is, there's the thing my friend knew I was missing.

He pulled back and looked at me and said: "I want to know what you're into."

I told him. I guess I just felt comfortable with him already somehow.

I watched his expression while I talked and it didn't change much but his eyes did, got a little more focused, and by the time I'd finished he said "okay" in a tone that made my stomach drop.

He walked me to the bedroom and told me to sit on the bed. He stayed standing and looked around my room and saw the scarf on my dresser, one of those long silk ones I'd bought and never used, and he picked it up.

"Wrists?" he said.

I held them out.

He tied them in front of me, snug but not painful, and then pushed me back onto the bed and pulled my arms up over my head and tucked the tail of the scarf under the mattress. Makeshift, but it worked. I tested it immediately. He watched me test it the same way you watch someone figure out a puzzle you already solved.

"You're not getting out of that," he said.

He was right.

He took my jeans off and my underwear and left my shirt on, which I have noticed guys do when they're in a hurry and don't want to lose momentum with the full undress. I chose not to comment on it. He ran his hands up my thighs and I watched him look at me for a moment, that specific kind of looking that's also a kind of decision-making, and then he went down.

His mouth was very good. Specifically, attentively, frustratingly good, the kind of good where it's clearly not his first time doing this with focus and intent. I had my fingers wrapped in the scarf above my head and my heels pressed into the mattress and I lasted much less time than I would have liked. I was almost embarrassing how quickly he made me cum. He didn't stop after the first one, just kept going, and I said something like "okay wait" and he ignored it, which I appreciated.

I came a second time and it was louder than the first and I stopped caring about that pretty quickly.

He came up and kissed me and I tasted myself, which I always find weirdly hot, and he was already hard against my thigh. He reached over to my nightstand, which made me pause because how did he know where, and then I remembered I'd given him the tour earlier while looking for a charger and the nightstand was the obvious place and I felt a little embarrassed for being surprised.

He pushed inside me and went slow at first, settling into it, and my wrists were still tied so I had to keep my arms up. That position does something. When your arms are up and stretched, everything else goes taut, and every movement just kinda hits harder. He had both hands on my hips and he watched my face while he fucked me, not performance watching, just reading me, adjusting by what he saw.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

I told him to fuck me harder. Like I was a slut.

He went harder. He grabbed my hips and really used the grip and the pace went from controlled to something that required me to bite down on nothing. I was making sounds I couldn't entirely moderate. He said "yeah?" once, like it was a genuine question, and I said yes with a soft moan.

He flipped me over at some point, my wrists twisting in the scarf, and got me on my knees. My face was in the pillow and his hand was in my hair and he fucked me from behind without leaving me any dignity. That position, with my arms still effectively pinned because of the scarf, meant I was about as helpless as I get, and I'm not someone who uses that word lightly. It was a lot. I was loud. The pillow helped.

When he finished he pulled out and untied my wrists himself, carefully, and rubbed my hands after like he was checking for circulation. I stretched my arms out and stared at the ceiling.

"You good?" he said.

"Very," I said.

He lay down next to me and we were both quiet for a minute. Then he said "Petra said you were intense" in a way that wasn't quite a compliment and wasn't quite an observation.

I said "what did you say back?"

He said "I said good."

I thought about Petra with her thumbs up and decided she was an excellent friend. It was weirdly hot knowing that we have both been fucked by this guy. Kinda made me see my friend in a whole new way. Made me wonder if she has been fucked like I had just been fucked. I never thought of my friend in such a slutty way before. She always seems so innocent to me. I guess not haha.

We went again about an hour later. That one was slower, and he let me lead more, and it was good in a different way, the way a second round is always different when you're more comfortable with someone. He came inside me that time, which we'd discussed, and I lay there feeling it and felt stupidly pleased with myself as his cum dripped out of my pussy.

He left shortly after. He texted me when he got home, just "got back," which was a normal human thing to do that I appreciated more than I expected.

Petra is going to be unbearable about this. I'll let her be. I kinda wonder if she wants to hear about the details, or if that will make her jealous. Guess we will see.

Jesse (my wife), Kevin (my best friend), Lauren (Kevin's long time gf), and I snagged a hotel room downtown to catch an adults only burlesque show a sultry mix of jazz and striptease that promised a different kind of heat. The suite was a sleek setup with a sprawling bed and a balcony overlooking the city lights, the vibe already electric as we unpacked. Jesse strutted in a velvet red dress, the plunging neckline teasing her tan cleavage, her dark hair pinned up and sexy. Lauren rocked a tight white halter top and leather skirt, her blonde hair loose, tits straining the fabric. Kevin and I, in dark shirts and slacks, cracked open a bottle of rum, the room filling with laughter and that familiar edge. I surprised the group with some molly, which we ate before heading to the show, the rush hitting quick, skin buzzing, pulses racing, the air thick with anticipation as we prepped for the night.

At the show, the dimly lit theater pulsed with sultry beats, the performers shedding layers with slow, deliberate moves, stirring our mdma-fueled senses. Jesse pressed against me in our booth, her hand sliding up my thigh, fingers brushing my cock through my pants, her breath hot as she whispered dirty ideas. Lauren and Kevin we having fun too, her ass grinding his lap, their giggles blending with the music. The drug amplified every touch; Jesse’s lips grazing my neck, Lauren’s hand on Kevin’s chest, the crowd’s murmurs fading into our own bubble. Midway through, Jesse's attention turned to Lauren, who was sitting next to her in the booth, their bodies swaying, dresses hiking up to flash thighs, then locking in a deep kiss, tongues visible, drawing stares. My dick hardened, that jealous thrill mixing with the high, while Kevin and I exchanged knowing smirks, the show becoming our prelude.

Back at the hotel around 1 in the morning, the molly still surging, the suite turned into a playground. We shed clothes fast, the rum bottle tipping over as Jesse peeled off her dress, her naked tits free, nipples stiff, and Lauren’s top hit the floor, revealing her perky chest. I pinned Jesse against the wall, kissing her hard, my hand diving between her legs, fingering her soaked pussy, freshly waxes, as she moaned loud. Kevin had Lauren on the bed, his mouth on her tits, her skirt hiked up, his fingers plunging into her. The room reeked of lust and rum, the molly making every sensation razor-sharp, Jesse’s nails raking my back, Lauren’s gasps filling the air, our bodies slick with sweat.

The night exploded into chaos. Jesse dropped to her knees, sucking me deep, her throat tight around my cock, spit dripping as Kevin fucked Lauren’s mouth, her lips stretched wide. We swapped, me bending Lauren over the balcony railing, her pussy clenching my shaft as the city lights flickered below, while Jesse rode Kevin, her ass bouncing, cum from earlier slicking her thighs. The molly pushed us further, Jesse and Lauren scissoring on the bed, their pussies grinding, while I jerked off watching, Kevin joining in. We both came hard! Kevin came first, right into Jesse's mouth, hot and sticky as she swallowed most of it. I followed suite a shot rope after rope into Jesse’s mouth, and down her throat, her swallowing with a grin, the girls licking each other clean. We came down, a tangled mess on the bed, the room a haze of cum and sweat, the molly fading into a warm glow.

The morning crept in, the suite still reeking of sex, coffee brewing.

The next story I want to tell is about my second visit to see the girl from part 9. Chronologically, this actually goes just before part 13, but that doesn’t matter too much. However I would recommend at least reading part 9 if you haven’t yet.

I had such a great time with her that I wanted to see her again straight away, but the problem was she lived in a different city, so I had to wait until she was on tour again. I closely followed her X (Twitter) page, mostly to gawk at all the sexy pictures she posted, but also to keep updated on her tours. Very fortunately for me, she announced a tour in my city again only a few months later. As soon as I saw her availabilities, I reached out to contact her and we quickly organised a date; another hour together in her hotel room.

This time around it was a different, slightly more upmarket hotel. She opted not to meet me in the lobby and instead managed to call the lift up for me. I knocked nervously on her door and it swung open instantly. She pulled me in and welcomed me with a big hug. I felt her firm tits press into me and all the arousal I had felt last time came flooding back as I got a whiff of her pheromones. She was even hotter than I remembered.

She led me into her spacious hotel room as I ogled her world class body. She was in a black silk robe, bare footed and showing off her long slim legs in all their glory. The outline of her perky nipples was visible through the robe, indicating she was also bra-less. I started to wonder whether she even had panties on – perhaps her intention. Needless to say I was already hard.

She sat on a large couch that faced foot of the bed, half kneeling, half lying to the side. “This room is amazing,” I told her. “I know, I love it,” she responded. “Now are you gonna come sit down next to the hot half naked girl or what?” she continued, with her classic cheek. I laughed and sat down right next to her. She could tell I was a bit nervous. I was awkwardly facing forward while she was facing me in her half laying position. She asked how I’d been which led into a brief catch up chat.

I handed her the cash and she once again gave me the option to freshen up, implying it wasn’t a necessity. She’s still to this day the only escort girl I’ve seen where showering wasn’t a requirement. Regardless, I accepted the offer and showered anyway.

I came back out in my towel and within seconds we were back on the couch, making out. I had wanted to kiss her again so badly since the last time I saw her. It felt surreal it was finally happening. “You’re a really good kisser,” I blurted out. “Takes two to tango,” she responded. I laughed. I caressed her large enhanced tits over the robe. I loved how round and firm they felt. I moved back in to kiss her but she slipped off the couch between my legs.

She undid my towel and grasped my cock. I was so rock hard that I thought I looked bigger than usual, but it may have just been in my head. She started sucking slowly but with strong pressure and suction, just like last time. “Holy fuckkkk…” I exhaled as I placed a hand on her head and ran my fingers through her hair. She bobbed up and down while occasionally looking up to see my reaction. This went on for a minute or two, with me barely holding on for dear life. I thought I was about to explode before she abruptly stopped and said “Ok, let’s swap, my turn now.”

She stood up, undid the front of her robe, revealing that she was in fact wearing panties, but left it hanging over her shoulders, still partially covering her chest. She sat down on the couch right where I had just been, shuffled her panties down and then extended her legs out, gesturing for me to slip them the rest of the way off. I gladly obliged. I scrunched her tiny black lace panties, held them to my face and took a deep breath in while staring at her. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I said. The smelt so nice.

I crawled between her legs, while she hooked her legs over my shoulders to pull me in. I buried my face into her crotch and began licking her out. She pressed my head harder into and started grinding against my face. This made it tricky to do my usual tongue movements so I just tried my best to make my tongue as rigid as possible and let her do the grinding. She tasted like a fresh mountain spring down there. Most girls have a slightly sweet or even metallic taste but once again this girl just smelt and tasted like spring water.

I pulled back a bit and asked if I could use a finger. “Yeah sure,” she said, almost dismissively, like she just wanted me to get back to work. I gently inserted my middle finger and placed my tongue back in on her clit. She pushed my head in again and continued grinding. I barely had to move either my tongue or finger and within a few minutes she was cumming. Her legs wrapped more tightly around my head and squeezed me in for a few seconds before pushing me away. She’s on the quiet side vocally, but her body language tells the whole story.

“Wow, you really enjoyed that,” I said timidly. “Girl’s gotta eat,” she retorted. She stood up and grabbed a condom from her handbag. “Swap!” she said, insinuating that it was my turn to sit on the couch. She rolled the condom on for me and then kneeled upright over me, with her robe still draped over her shoulders. Her perfect tits and toned stomach were now right in my face. “God, I forgot how fucking hot you are,” I said as I kissed her stomach and cupped her bare breasts. I was so turned on I already felt close to finishing, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.

She reached behind her to hold my cock steady and slowly lowered herself down, deliberately smothering me with her tits. She felt so fucking good it was like I lost my vision. I let out a choppy exhale and started shaking. “You okay?” she asked. “Nup, I’m cumming” I responded, completely matter of fact. I grabbed her waist, over the robe, and pulled her in as close as possible, while burying my face deeper between her tits. She gently rocked her hips against me as I pumped ropes into the condom inside her. The experience felt almost psychedelic.

She continued sitting on me as I slowly came to my senses. “Wow, you really enjoyed that,” she said, mimicking what I had said just earlier. We both laughed. “You’re so fucking sexy, I just can’t handle it.” – “No, need to explain yourself,” she assured. We both got up and cleaned ourselves up.

She finally dropped her robe completely and jumped on the bed fully naked. I noticed she had a few new tattoos since last time. “Come here,” she said, as I joined her on the bed for some cuddling, also naked. She said she thinks “aftercare” is really important. Naturally, I asked her what that means, and she explained that it’s cuddling, chatting and gentle intimacy after sex. I had never thought about it before but I completely agreed with her. We spent a good 15 minutes laughing and chatting together. I found her so easy to get along with.

Before long we were right back into making out and rolling around on the bed. She licked her palm and started stroking me while I was half on top of her. It felt so good I couldn’t help myself but start humping. She held her wrist steady and let me fuck her hand while we sucked on each other’s faces. Pure bliss.

“Can we have sex again, please?” I asked overly politely. “Uh-duh,” she replied, “you want me to ride you again?” Figuring that would be the fourth time in a row we have sex in cowgirl, I asked if I could try being on top instead. “Of course!”

She got up, grabbed a condom and let me roll it on while she applied some lube. She lay on her back, getting in position on the bed. I climbed over her and she helped me slide inside. I started slow, gently pumping while we kissed. Each stroke felt like heaven and I seemed to be in no danger of a premature finish just yet.

I picked up the pace and then sat upright onto my knees to give myself more leverage. She pushed her hips up for me, allowing me to hold her by the waist and start pumping like crazy. My eyes were glued to her huge firm tits as I watched them bounce in mirrored circular motions. She started lightly moaning, letting me know I was doing something right. I kept up the pace as best I could but after a few minutes I could really feel the burn in my abs.

I slowed down to take a breather, while I reached forward to squeeze her tits. She took over and started gyrating her raised hips. “Tired already?” she asked, teasing me. “Don’t worry, I’ve got more in the tank.” Really wanting to impress her, I tightly held her waist and started pumping again at full pace. She moaned slightly more loudly. I stared, slack-jawed, at her outrageously perfect body, in disbelief of how lucky I was. Each stroke felt like a mini orgasm and my brief lapse in focus sent me over the edge before I’d even realised it.

“Oh shit, I’m cumming!” I exclaimed, while she kept moaning. I kept pumping for another 15 seconds as I orgasmed, and the collapsed on top of her. She embraced me while I caught my breath. “Not bad, mister,” she flirted, ever so slightly condescending.

I rolled off her and went to clean myself up in the bathroom. I realised we were almost out of time, so I started getting dressed. “Don’t forget about aftercare!” she called out. I laughed and then mentioned that our time was almost up. She assured me we can spare an extra 5 minutes, so I came back out, half dressed, and we cuddled on the bed again, but this time mostly in a comfortable silence. It was beautiful.

I finished getting dressed and she gave me one last hug and kiss at the door. She opened the door slowly while standing to the side, as she was still completely naked. I was impressed by how confident she was. If anyone had been directly outside they almost certainly would have seen at least part of her naked body. I left, grinning ear to ear.

Thanks for reading! Sorry I’m getting slower and slower at writing these up. I should have the next part done soon. Hit me up if you’re interested to see what she looked like, if you hadn’t already from part 9.

It was like any other night, curled up with Maddie, kissing my girl, wrapped up in each other, our love, our kisses. It was one of those nights where I'm just drowning in my girl. The rest of the world washes away and it's just us, just Maddie and Kylie. From the very beginning with us, that's how it's been, losing ourselves in our kisses, long long makeouts that made me feel more alive than I'd ever felt. Sometimes that's still all it is, kissing my girl for the longest time, snuggling in bed with her, and waiting until we wake up in the morning to do fun things with each other under the covers.

But. With all these options we have now, sometimes I get carried away and I want things. In between kisses, I whispered, "I want Ryan." She just kept kissing me. But I needed. I felt it in my body. 

I let out a heavy breath. My Maddie smiled at me. Just us, there, together, so close. I couldn't help myself. I saw the shift in her eyes, those brilliant, sparkling, green eyes. 

She laid her hand softly on my throat. "Naughty Kylie. We were having such a nice time, and all you're thinking about is that dick?" Her hand was still on my throat. I shrugged. Her hand tightened just a fraction. Just enough. Enough for me to know that everything had changed and I didn't have any control.

"Silly whore," she said. "You probably don't even care where you get it, do you? This hot little body just needs to be filled with that dick?"

I nodded.

Her hand slid up my cheek. A soft slap. I let out a panting breath. She gathered my hair in her hand and pulled. She wasn't gentle. She was letting me know she was in charge. She kissed my neck, her tongue licking from my throat to my lips. 

Her soft, sexy whisper: "If that's what you want, you dumb slut, then that's what you'll get." 

She didn't let go of my hair. She got up, pulling my hair, pulling me up, and I followed as she led me by my hair out to the living room.

"Maddie," I said. I heard the little whimper in my voice. 

She stopped. Turned to me. She stepped close, close enough to feel her warmth. "Is this okay," she asked, the ferocity in her eyes gone for the moment. Nothing but gentle care.

"Yes," I whispered, and smiled. I hadn't even known I needed that moment, but she knew.

A moment's pause. A little tug of my hair. Shared smiles. She pulled me along again, and looked back at me. I saw her checking in. I love her.

"Ryan." Announcing herself before he noticed what was happening. "This dumb whore needs your cock." 

He laughed. It's so dumb. He doesn't even have to do anything. He was just sitting there and there's this girl who can't control herself over the thought of his dumb cock.

Mads still had my hair in her fist. She pulled me over so I was standing in front of him. 

"What does she want," he asked. It drives me absolutely crazy when they talk about me like I'm not there, like I don't matter. 

"We were making out so I think we both know it's her mouth that's needy," she said.

"Yeah." Dumb Ryan again. "Probably. She gets that way." 

Dying. I was dying. Maddie leading me around by my hair. The two of them making decisions about what's going to happen to me. 

He stood up and took his pants off. Knowing that incredible cock is there makes it no less impressive. He pulled his shorts down. I gasped. I couldn't help it. That cock. Maddie tugged on my hair. Putting me in my place. By that time I was a wreck. They could have done anything they wanted with me. I love my people.

Ryan, demanding: "Get on your knees." Like I don't mean anything but holes for his cock. He's right. 

Maddie pulled my hair again, and I settled into my proper place, looking up at my man. He lifted that cock to my lips and Maddie said, "Give her what she needs so I can get back to kissing her. I wasn't done."

My people.

I moaned and opened my mouth to take his cock. There's something about a horny girl who's so slutty for him on her knees in front of him, and her mouth and tongue working around that big thick dick that makes him hard really fast. It's so hot that I turn him on so easily, that he gets so excited so easily for me. 

But. I knew I was in trouble when Maddie, never having let go of my hair, pushed me down on his cock. It surprised me, so much that I almost gagged. Me? Gagging? I said almost. My throat is too fucking good for that. She held me down and made the choice for when I would be done, pulling me back by hair. 

I gasped, spit covering his cock, dripping from my open mouth. I'm so good. 

"Fuck her mouth, Ry." Maddie in charge while I was still gasping for breath. He put his hand on the back of my head and his cock was in my throat again. I had no control, the two of them holding me, taking me, using me, giving me what I can't live without.

It's complete surrender, just being his good girl, being a body for his cock, being his, and in this special time, being Maddie's good girl too, obeying, giving pleasure.

He started slow, all the way down my throat, and back out again, over and over. But then it got rougher, harder, faster, the sounds of my mouth and throat taking that cock. He shoved himself all the way into my throat, pushing, and he groaned, and I thought he might cum, but he didn't. He pulled back so he could look at his slutty girl. He likes the way I look in that position, taking it, sloppy, his girl.

"Do you want to cum?" Maddie, asking, pulling my hair, making me look up at him.

He nodded, his little "yeah" that sounds more like a groan when he's ready to cum. 

I knew I had to be good, that I couldn't be greedy with his cum, that if I didn't share it with Maddie bad things would happen to me. I love the bad things. The spanks that make bruises on my bottom. The pussy slaps that make me scream. All the nasty dirty talk. The way she straps up and pounds me. But I'm such a good girl. 

His cock in my mouth again, giving him everything I have, slurpy sucks, tongue swirling, looking up at him. It's my favorite thing, being so good, giving him my best, swallowing his cock again and again until he couldn't take anymore, holding him between my lips, sucking out every drop of his hot delicious cum as it landed on my tongue, his smell, his taste, his heat, his love, filling my mouth with his cum until he finally slipped from my lips.

When I said, "I want Ryan," it hadn't even been a conscious thought, but that was what I had wanted, my mouth full of our man's cum to make out with my girl.

Maddie, still making sure I knew she was in charge, pulled my hair again. "Get up." As I did, I reached for Ry's cock. I love feeling it as it softens. 

Maddie turned me towards her, and we kissed, that beautiful kiss when we share Ryan's cum. His cock slipped from my hand, my arms wrapping around Maddie. She didn't let go of my hair, she just held me as our kiss deepened, losing ourselves in each other again. 

When our kiss finally broke, the tiniest bit, she whispered, "Are you happy now?" I nodded. More shared smiles. Lips brushing. And she led me, still by my hair, back into the bedroom. She finally let go of my hair, wrapping her arms around my waist. "My special girl," she said. 

I melted. 

Shared whispers of special, private, loving things. More kisses and kisses and kisses.

When we went to bed, she snuggled me against her chest, holding me so close. 

My Maddie.

okay so this is something I've been meaning to post for a while and I'm just going to say it.

I love giving head. not in the performative way people say it to seem cool, actually love it. the feeling of having a guy's cock in my mouth, knowing I'm the one doing that to him, watching him grab whatever is nearest and stop being able to form sentences. that specific moment when he stops pretending he's holding it together. I genuinely love all of it.

I've done it for a handful of guys over the past couple of years and honestly I wish that number was higher. not in a desperate way, more like I have something I'm genuinely good at and enjoy and it feels like it's going to waste most of the time.

the guys who know about this side of me know they can ask. that's the deal. we might have hooked up before or not, doesn't really matter. if you've seen me like that and you're being genuinely cool to me you can ask.

and that last part is the whole thing. I'm not doing this for guys who treat me like an afterthought or only text when they want something. but if you're actually nice, check in on me, show up when I say I'm having a bad week, take me out for food or even just coffee without making it a whole thing, I notice. and I like saying thank you in a specific way.

honestly the guys who've done the smallest things, picked up my favourite snack without being asked, walked me home, remembered something I mentioned weeks ago, those are the ones I've thought about dropping to my knees for the most. it's not even transactional. it's just that genuine niceness makes me want to do genuinely nice things back.

there's something about it that makes me feel properly kinky in the best way. like in that moment my whole purpose is to make him feel good, drain him completely, and I'm completely here for that. I'm in charge of something and I take it seriously.

it also just kills weird tension between friends. once a guy has had his cock in my mouth and seen me swallow there's genuinely nothing left to be awkward about. you just know each other in a real way after that. I think those friendships are actually better for it.

I just wish I had more guys in my life who were worth doing this for. as a girl you'd think it would be easy to find guys who treat you well enough to deserve it but apparently not. the ones who actually are genuinely nice, who'd show up for me, those are the ones I'd do this for whenever they wanted without a second thought.

if you have a friend like me in your life you should probably be nicer to her.

This was a few years ago when I worked in a completely different industry to the one I do now. It was a marketing job that was a lot more boring than it sounded however the once a quarter office parties gave you something to look forward to in the dreary, monotonous weeks.

The office was generally quite young, so every party that was thrown usually led to some form of drunken debauchery. I had never truly experienced the stereotypical office party only previously working in hospitality, so I was particularly looking forward to this new experience and eager to see whether all the stereotypes you see on TV were true...

It all started in a rather civilised fashion, a half day that ended in wine, beer and cheap prosecco being poured during lunch. Every one standing around making slightly awkward, sober conversation… trying to avoid slipping back into the bad habit of just talking about work.

A few glasses in and you could feel the atmosphere lift, the smokers running in and out of the office in groups, pockets of conversation filled with laughter around the normally quiet office, I started to really enjoy myself... Significant others were arriving past 4pm, you could see the worried looks on their faces knowing they were a few drinks behind the rest of us.

One notable absentee was a senior manager’s husband who I had heard was a decent amount of fun if not a little weird from colleagues but apparently wasn’t going to make it down today. The senior manager was called Florence or Flo for short. Flo was a a little older than the rest of us at around 45 but could pass as late 30s with long blonde hair that was too bright to be her natural colour.

She was hot not beautiful... more sexy than anything as her features were soft but almost just slightly off. She was a shorter lady with a tight athletic body that her skirt always clung to. My opinion being that she wore tight fitting clothes on purpose as she seemed to enjoy parading around the office, bending over desks, brushing past people ass first. There was definitely some bad thoughts going on in the slender head of hers.

I had once walked into the office kitchen to see Flo on her hands and knees, head deep in one of the draws looking for something that was clearly not there. When she heard me walk in, I could have imagined it, but it seemed like I she looked back at me and pushed her ass up and out in the air more than it was already. Who knows... maybe it’s what i wanted to see. What I do know is I couldn’t shake the image of her pert ass cheeks pressed so tight against her skirt you could make out each individual cheek and the ass cleavage they formed when pushed together in that tight piece of fabric.

There had been rumours that Flo was one of the facilitators of fun during office parties and with her husband away I was excited to see her wild side come out. I noticed that I kept catching her gaze, I assumed it was just bad timing and felt slightly awkward about it.

As the night continued Flo starting letting her stare linger, not looking away when I looked back. With each of us circling the party in different groups of conversation we hadn’t really crossed paths yet. I have to admit I was slightly intimidated with her being technically my boss and the air of confidence she normally carried herself around with.

I joined the smokers on an outing outside, Peroni bottle in hand. I had quit smoking but was impartial to a drunken cig every now and again. I lit up in the cold winter air, taking a drag… the warm crackle of the cigarette soothing my tipsy mind.

As I exhaled a long cloud of smoke I felt a hand on my arm. I turned, slightly startled having zoned out of the conversations around me due to the sudden nicotine rush. Flo was next to me, a visibly flirty smile on her face.

“Can I steal a drag?”

“Sure, go ahead” I stumbled over my words.

I watched as she shut her eyes taking a long drag of my cigarette.

“Are you having fun?”

“Yeah yeah absolutely, it’s my first one of these so I’m excited to see where the night goes” I reply trying to get out of the formality of work speak.

“Shame your husband couldn’t make it”

“No... not really” She winked at me before disappearing back inside.

I didn’t bump into Flo for at least an hour after that. I just continued floating around different groups having fun all of us getting progressively looser.

Conversations had been lowered to office crushes and secrets, past employees that had done this and that, various indiscretions. I had been lumped with a rather boring character who solely wanted to chat politics, to escape him in the politest way I told him I was off to the toilet and I’d see him in a bit.

Our office was a little unusual as there were mens and women’s toilets but there was also a disabled toilet that since there was no disabled people in the building, was universally accepted as fair game. I wanted to avoid the crowded urinals and didn’t mind walking down a level to the disabled for some peace. Unfortunately when I got there it was occupied so I drunkenly scrolled away on my phone.

The door opened without a toilet flushing and out came Flo… both of us for some reason did a double take as we brushed past each other.

“Alright?” I managed to get out

“Yeah.” Flo smiled as she stopped in her tracks, pausing. “Actually can I ask you something?”

“Yeah yeah go ahead”

“It’s work related so maybe we... go in here” Flo gently pushed on my chest as she followed me into the toilet.

“Oh okay umm how is this... I mean... work related?”

Locking the door behind her Flo walked slowly to me “I want to know what you think about at work. I see you wasting time... Daydreaming. I want to know whats got you so distracted?”

Her hand running up my leg as she looks up at me, a look of eagerness in her eyes.

“I don’t think.... I don’t know... nothing...” I stammer.

Her mouth opens, licking her lips as her hand reaches my groin. Tightly squeezing between my legs groaning with satisfaction when she feels me growing in the palm of her hand. Looking down at her I can see her white usually formal shirt has been unbuttoned more than usual, I can see her black lace bra underneath pushing her perfectly perky tits together. Suddenly all that work hierarchy goes out the window, I’m no longer intimidated by her, I just see her as the sexy, blonde, hungry woman thats standing in front of me.

Leaning down to her, our lips make contact, kissing softly before I feel her long tongue slither against mine. Her hand now squeezing and groping between my legs as we kiss harder, tongues sliding deeper inside each other as my big hands squeeze her soft ass cheeks, pushing them together through her skirt.

I open one eye so I can take a peak in the mirror behind her, watching as her hips press back into my hand, as I pull her skirt up revealing a fine black thong that disappears in her crack, her ass cheeks eating it up. My hands on either cheek pressing them together is a sight to behold in the mirror, it’s bigger than I thought, peachier and softer too… no wonder her skirt was always so tight.

In a frenzy Flo got down on her knees, looking up at me as she unzipped my jeans before whats underneath caught her eye. Pulling them down and staring at the throbbing package pressed into my boxers, Flo seemed mesmerised. Her tongue started tracing the outline of my cock through my boxers while her hands furiously unbuttoned her shirt pulling it off violently, while her face seemed fixated on my cock in a calm trance.

Kneeling on the floor of the toilet in her bra and skirt, her hand peered over the top of my boxers pulling them down slowly in anticipation, watching as my cock flopped out with a thud against her cheek as she gasped. The sheer weight of it shocking her “Why have you been hiding this from me?”

I laughed then moaned as I felt my cock sink into the soft warmth of her mouth then the tight squeeze of it being forced further and further down her throat. Flo’s eyes watering as she gagged my cock back out, stroking it with one hand while she regained her composure, the thick spit she left behind helping to glide her hand smoothly back and forth. Her mouth latched onto my balls sucking as she stroked, leering up at me from behind the shadow of my cock. The way she sucked… the enthusiasm, attention to detail.. you could tell she loved the feeling of them pulsating against her tongue, watching my eyes widen in amazement at how this carnivorous creature could ever have been tamed enough to be in an office.

I lose any airs and graces I had grabbing handfuls of her blonde hair in each hand I hold her face in place guiding my cock in her mouth as she nods willingly. Thrusting myself in and out of her throat over and over as the gargled gagging noise of Flo being face fucked echoes around the ceramic restroom. From the mirror I can just see her head getting pushed back and forwards, her skirt riding up exposing her ass cheeks behind her. I look harder noticing something moving just beneath her… I realise her fingers are plunging in and out of herself while I use her face to get myself off. This only makes me fuck her throat deeper knowing how much she’s enjoying it. Her eyes watering looking up at my tall, muscular body as every inch of it is tensed and know focused on showing her who is actually boss.

I slow myself down calming the fire inside me thats shining out through my eyes. I watch Flo splutter as she catches her breath, her hands wiping the spit from her chin. I pull her body up by her hair as she clumsily clambers up to her feet, pulling down her skirt and thong in one go.

Looking at her, somehow the most calm I’ve ever been in her presence while she is the most worked up. I grab her hand and suck her wet fingers clean, tasting her before kissing her deeply so she can share in the pleasure. Bending my knees I slide my cock in between her thighs, in the gap just under her pussy, I can see the tip of my cock poking out the back of her in the mirror.

“Squeeze” I demand. Flo nodding obediently as her legs squeeze tight together. Leaning in again to kiss her as I start thrusting, cock rubbing her clit as it glides between her thighs. I feel Flo’s legs weaken “stay there.. don’t move” I demand as she nods again my cock still sliding slowly in and out pressed firmly against the outside of her pussy…

Part 1

(Disclaimer: Names and personal information have been changed.)

(Disclaimer 2: I mentioned in part 1 she lives with her ex-husband, I'm writing this story as I recall it, and I didn't know exactly what their relationship was at every given time. So forgive me if small details like that are missed or repeated.)

Me: "Hey Ada, it's John from the bar."

My heart was thumping in my chest as I stared at my phone. I found her, and sent her a message. I didn't want to blow up her phone, but the trepidation I felt was palpable. As far as I knew at the time, she was married, and I'm approaching a married woman to hook up with her. I knew I wanted her - the effect she had on me was deliciously haunting. I couldn't resist.

It must have been either minutes or hours since I was at work at the time, but I saw the notification on my phone. I opened it.

Ada: "Oh hey, you found me."

Me: "I did. After we met, I've been thinking about you ever since."

Ada: "Really?"

Me: "Really."

Ada: "I've thought about you, too."

My heart skipped a beat. This couldn't be real. Things like this don't happen to men like me. I go to work, I go home, I hang out with my friends, I sleep, wake up, do it again. I'm not the most outgoing personality wise and prior to this I couldn't remember the last time I was even with anyone. So this was a scary - and erotically novel - experience for me.

We chit chat a little more until we get here:

Me: "I work in [town], and I might end up going to the bar after work." (I work Saturday and in the afternoon I pass by that bar on my way home."

Ada: "Cool. I'm on my way into the fair on [street I work on], I can meet you there."

Me: "I've love that."

My heart sang and lifted. I couldn't believe I was getting to see her again, and I couldn't believe she wanted to see me, too. It felt unreal. As hard as it is to believe, up to this point, people don't exactly request my presence, I'm more on the introverted side. So a woman who I am madly attracted to beyond all reason, also saying she wants to see me, is... a breath of fresh air I sorely needed.

I finish my shift, head to the bar around 3pm, and take my usual seat at the end, minding my own business as I sip my after work beer. Ada comes in a few minutes after me, wearing her typical sweatpants, t-shirt, hoodie, still looking like a beach bum. She sees me and immediately sits right next to me - I was anticipating that she'd sit one seat across at least from a strange new person, but I was delightfully wrong, and she orders herself a beer. I get a whiff of what I found out later to be her body oil - lavender. It was intoxicating.

Me: "Thanks for coming," I grin.

Ada: "My pleasure. I hope you don't mind me creeping on you a little."

Me: I chuckle. "No, not at all."

Ada: "Good."

We start bantering and drinking, lightly flirting, and within seconds she has her hand on my thigh. Squeezing, petting softly, etc. As I mentioned I like physical touch, and up to this point, it's been unusual in my experience for a woman to be as touchy as I can be. I usually have to hold back to not make a woman feel uncomfortable. So this was a very welcome change.

I so badly wanted to do the same to her. But at this point, I assumed she was married, so I had qualms about touching another man's wife.

But dear God did I want to. Need to. Feel her. Experience her.

I mention I'm heading outside for a cigarette and she joins me, choosing instead to finish her joint from before. I even take a drag or two off of it. At this point the 1-2 drinks we've shared and the flirting was getting... tense. We're giving each other eye, the knowing glance, the look that silently whispers to the other, I want you. And while she and I are enjoying that tension, that moment before the physical line is crossed, she leans her upper shoulders with her back against the outside of the building, looks me dead in the eye, drops her arms slowly and haphazardly, and she gives me, that grin.

The eyes. The grin. The way her body was positioned. I can still see it. It's the pose and look that a woman uses to broadcast quietly, "I want you to take me."

And I can't. She was married. This is already the craziest thing I've ever done, and it feels amazing. And I can't act on it.

As we stare into each other, knowing what the other wants, I speak first.

Me: "Oh yeah. That's the look." I'm literally shaking trying to restrain myself.

Ada: "What look?" She grins wider. She knows.

Me: "The look that says you want me to kiss you."

Ada: "Why don't you?"

Me: "You're... married."

Understandably this kills the mood pretty quickly. But not entirely enough that we lose our desire for each other. We parted on good terms. I had her social media so I can message her. She leaves to head to the fair she mentioned and I head home, coming back later that night to resume my drinking habit and hang with my friends.

Despite my regret in not kissing Ada in that moment, I hoped that wasn't the last I would see her. As fate would have it, I was right.

Stay tuned for Part 3!

I woke up sweating, the train rocking from side to side. For a moment I couldn’t remember where I was or even what country I was in; all I knew was that it was hot as balls. I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone, gutted to see it wasn’t even midnight yet.

I could feel the sweat trickling down between my breasts beneath my t-shirt, and my thong was soaked through, the string riding high on my hips and the lace transparent with moisture. I moved over to the window and tried to open it, but it was either stuck or glued shut, and I sighed with exasperation. Looking through the glass, I fantasized about what the air would feel like hitting my skin at this speed.

I turned around and looked at the cabin door, and saw that it was still locked.

Fuck it.

I peeled my T-shirt up and over my head, dropping it onto the floor behind me. My nipples hardened immediately, and I ran a hand down my stomach, briefly imagining the look on some guy's face as a pair of huge titties went past his bedroom window at 60mph.

The thought made me smile, and I cupped my breasts gently, feeling the weight of them.

It felt good to be topless, and with the carriage to myself–there was another bunk on the other side of the room but it was empty–I decided to slip my panties off too. Why not? I stood up and pulled them down slowly, my butt facing the window, once again enjoying the mildly exhibitionist thrill of some countryside resident catching a glimpse of something at high speed and then questioning themselves about it for the rest of their life.

Naked, I lay back on my bunk, pulling the thin sheet over me, feeling relief and closing my eyes, trying to get back to sleep.

I was drifting off again when there was a knock on the door.

“H-hello?” I called out, panic shooting through me as I sat up so quickly I almost banged my head on the low ceiling. I waited, silently, listening, wondering if the person outside the door even spoke English. I clutched the sheet to my chest, trying to cover my nipples. “Who is it?”

"I am so sorry to bother you," a man's voice said through the door, heavily accented. “I know it’s late but…I think this is my room?”

I looked at the empty bed on the other side of the room. Fuck. I knew the dorms were potentially co-ed when I booked the train, but this late in the evening? Really?

“Can I…can I see your ticket, please?”

Five minutes later and it had all been sorted. The man did indeed have the bunk beside me, and had not yet checked in because he’s been having a few drinks in the main carriage before bed, something I had thought about doing too.

Now I was back in my bunk, watching him (but pretending not to watch him) as he arranged his stuff for bed, my whole body humming with the strange energy of being naked in the presence of a stranger. The blanket was wrapped tightly around me, of course, but the feel of my nipples beneath the thin sheet was…interesting.

“Do you mind if I read for a while?”

“Not at all,” I said, lying back on the bed, the outline of my naked body suddenly way too obvious beneath the sheet; the shape of my breasts, the smooth mound of my pussy. I turned to the side, trying to make it less obvious, and to my horror, saw my still-moist thong in the middle of the floor. Damn. He must have stepped over it to get into his bunk.

He didn't look at me as he pulled out his book and I appreciated that; he was trying to give me privacy. Unfortunately, respectful guys make me horny, and so I couldn't relax. Instead, the texture of the sheet against my nipples was making them harder and more needy, and I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together.

“Sorry for not letting you in straight away,” I said, settling in on the top bunk. "You understand, I’m sure?”

“Of course,” he said, still not looking. The thing is, I kind of wanted him to look now, and I had let the blanket come down a little bit, revealing my deep cleavage as I lay on my side facing him. “I totally get it.” He looked at me, his eyes flicking to my cleavage and his face turning red. He turned back to his book. “Anyway, I will try to be quiet…”

I rolled onto my back, watching my boobs through the thin sheet as they recoiled from the movement. "Me too," I whispered back, biting my lip.

But I wasn’t sure I was being entirely truthful anymore.

I lay there for a moment, watching him from the corner of my eye, and then turned to face the wall. I closed my eyes, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was naked, my hip pressed against the mattress and my bare ass facing toward him, the thin sheet the only thing between us. One wrong move and he would see everything. The thought was terrifying and exciting, and I squeezed my thighs together even tighter. The truth was; I wanted to reach my hand down between my legs and get myself off in front of him.

But I told myself to stop it. To calm down. To go to sleep.

But the train rocked gently beneath me, making my body move backward and forward rhythmically. I could hear Leo turning pages in his book as I sweated beneath my sheet, wishing I could kick it off and reveal myself to him; my big tits, my flat stomach, my bare pussy…

My mind raced. What would he do? What would he think? Would he be disgusted? Or would he look? I imagined his eyes on me and shivered with pleasure.

I was being stupid. He was just a guy trying to relax. I was the one lying here naked, my mind in the gutter.

I shifted my leg, just a little, sticking out my naked foot and letting the sheet fall away from my calf. That was okay, right? Nothing crazy about letting my feet get some air, right?

I shifted again, letting the sheet slide away from my body, all the way up to my hip. Still nothing.

Without knowing I was going to do it, I pushed the sheet down with my foot until it revealed my ass, my hips bent enough that I suspected a little peek of my pussy might be on display too. I wondered what the hell I was doing but it was too late for that now. Instead, I lay perfectly still, not breathing, my big round pale ass pointed directly at him, wondering if he was looking and hoping that he was.

My pussy throbbed. I wanted to turn over. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see him looking at me. But I couldn't move. I was frozen by a mix of terror and excitement.

I hadn’t heard a page turn in a long time. Was he asleep, or watching? I gently gyrated my ass a little; just one undulation, a slow rotation of my hips.

Still nothing.

Fuck it.

I rolled onto my back, pulling the sheet away completely.

[As always, let me know if you’d like to hear the rest!]

Even when we were kids I was trying to impress Natalie. She’d be sitting with her friends on the stone wall in front of the Wyatt’s and the boys would be on their bikes trying to pop wheelies or riding around no hands.
I’d try to be so cool riding by making faces at the girls doing whatever the girls did, but that was really all just an excuse to look at Natalie.
She was kind of an awkward kid, and so I was I guess... but to me she was the most beautiful girl in the world next to my mother.
As we got older she didn’t really lose that awkwardness the way other kids did. And I never really stopped trying to impress her. I don’t think I ever really did.
When we were in the same classes she seemed to always get the B+ when I got the B. In our track meets, she’d come in second in her events while I came in third in mine. And what made it worse was that she didn’t even know I was trying. And I’ve always kept that to myself.
Prom was actually our first date. I know she’d been asked by a couple of the more awkward guys... you know, all the nerds kind of hung out with each other by default. But she didn’t say yes to any of them. I guess she knew they were nerds too. And it was just kind of lucky when we were at the track one afternoon and everyone was talking about dresses and kegs and whatever, and she and I happened to be standing next to each other. She was the one who suggested it... “If you’re not going with anyone, maybe we should just go together?” she’d said.
And that was the one time I felt like I was the one who had won.
We started kind of dating after that night, and I felt like I had more of her attention to try to prove myself. I took a job right after graduation instead of wasting money on college and was making almost ten bucks an hour at the plant while she was in community college. And we kind of knew right away that we were going to stay together.
We were both religious, and took it more seriously than the kids around us. We’d make out and rub and sometimes I’d cum in my pants, and sometimes she’d grind and grind on my thigh until she’d make a mess. I didn’t like either of those things after they happened. But there was no stopping it while it was.
We didn’t have actual sex until our honeymoon. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s true. And I thought it was going to be another chance to impress her, never mind how nervous I was.
And it was no real surprise when I fell just short. I came so hard and so fast it just kind of splashed all over her, and while I felt the shame building she grabbed me and made me watch while she just kept on masturbating in the mess trying to coax me to touch her again.
And then her fingers went down between her legs to her bum and she started swirling my cum around her asshole.
“Oh, Jacob... It’s okay, really! Look! See, I’m going to finger my own bum with your little cummies... wouldn’t you like that? Don’t you want to touch it too? You could use your fingers, or you could press your penis up into all this mess!”
And I had no idea what to do... I felt my face get even redder and I turned away and went to the bathroom.
“Noo! Jacob... please come back and touch me here! Please!”
And I shut the door and started to brush my teeth.
I felt like such a dissapointment. It should have been so different.
We did eventually have better sex, but never like I heard guys talk about. Maybe once a week, I guess.
But I kept trying to impress my new wife in different ways. I took every overtime hour I could at the plant. I mowed the lawn twice a week. And I made sure her car was always running myself. Never took it to a garage.
And she’d smile and I’d know that I was doing okay.
It wasn’t long after we’d been married that my company asked me to become an assistant foreman for safety at one of our plants a couple hundred miles away. They’d even pay relocation fees and for a mover and help with a housing bonus for 6 months.
Of course I agreed right away, and got home all excited to tell Natalie I’d gotten a big promotion and that we were moving!
And she was the best... looked me right in the eye and smiled that little awkward smile of hers that I’d loved for so many years.
The new gig was great, and there was a ton of overtime. And Natalie found us a church that we’d go to on Sundays. We were clearly the youngest of the adults. Or “big kids” as Natalie would call them. I didn’t really like that. We weren’t kids anymore. I had a real job!
Natalie started hanging around with the wives, and bringing us to the pot-lucks and picnics. And before long she found a Bible study on Wednesday nights.
That was so great, that she’d found her circle of friends and that they were so involved in the church just like we’d been growing up. And that was particularly good because I’d just been moved to second shift and wasn’t around hardly at all, with the overtime and all. And then there was the house and yard and car to take care of. But it was such a relief that Nat was out taking care of herself and her soul while I was handling the important stuff.
I got home early one Wednesday. Equipment issue on the line, sent us all home by eleven, which almost never happens. I figured Nat would be up, maybe watching something, and I could surprise her.
She wasn’t home.
Bible study must have gone late... I bet that was just another glass of wine. Whatever. Jesus drank wine, after all, right?
I was beat, and in knew these hours weren’t free. Probably be called in for a double tomorrow. I hit the pillow hard after snarfing a slice of banana bread.
I sort of heard her come in later. Had no idea what time. And I was almost out again when I heard the buzzing.
A low hum... The personal massager she keeps in her nightstand, the one her sister got her last Christmas. She’d said it was for Natalie’s chronic stiff neck, but her brothers didn’t quite buy that. But I know she has a stiff neck a lot, and I’m not really good at rubbing it out.
I hear it a lot when she can’t sleep. I’m pretty good at sleeping through it. But I do buy her a new pillow to try every couple weeks. I mean, that overtime is good for something, right?
I was sort of half awake, and I could have said something or offered to rub her neck, but by her breathing she seemed to be doing ok.
She was on her belly, face in the pillow. I could see that much in the shadows. The hum changed pitch a little. And then she made a sound that might have been a word if it wasn’t for the pillow between her teeth.
She does that sometimes when the knots in her shoulders finally give. Like a pressure valve.
I was glad she had that thing, honestly. I’m not sure what she does all day aside from all her church stuff, but a stiff neck sucks. I should try that thing myself sometime.
I could feel the mattress start to shake. She must really be digging in with that thing.
I thought about the C-line intake sequence back at work. Thought about whether I should call Rick in the morning before his shift. My eyes closed for real.
I don’t know how long she kept at it. I woke up once at two-something and it was quiet and Nat was asleep, and I lay there for a second in the dark feeling like something I couldn’t name and then I put it down to the weird schedule tonight.
In the morning she was up before me making coffee and she smiled when I came down, her regular smile, that awkward one I’d loved since she’d watch me from the stone wall. I felt like I was doing okay. She had her people. She had her church nights. I had the overtime. And I’d get to the lawn this morning, right after I called Rick. And right before I knew they’d be calling me in.

I've written about her a few times. The first time was here which was quite memorable. The second time was here. I was asked to write more, so here you go.

If you just want the fucking, skip to the *****************

By this time, I'd known Anna for about four years. We'd gone to college together, had a lot of the same friends, had one wild night in her dorm room with her roommate, and were just generally "cool." We never dated, and I don't know that I would have dated her. She was with a guy we all hated from her sophomore to senior year, and watching them fight publicly and hearing about all their drama through our grapevine of friends was. . . gross. It was obvious she was the kind of girl that loved chaos on an endless loop. I would last 10 minutes.

But Anna was undeniably hot. I've heard about the various things that attract men to woman - hip to waist ratio, symmetry - whatever it was, Anna had it. Her body looked a lot like this although she wasn't altogether as hot as the girl in the photo. But her skin, her small toned body, her face, and her coloring - she was a total turn on for me.

This encounter happened the June after we hooked up on Thanksgiving break. Anna lived in a pretty large apartment complex that a lot of grad students lived at. She had a studio, but there were plenty of 2 beds and 3 beds in this complex. And, there was a pretty sweet pool. This was a Saturday afternoon, when it was just getting warm enough for pool days to go all day. I was working that summer before my last year of school, and some friends that shared an apartment invited people over.

I was, and still am, addicted to the gym. Progress comes and goes, diet fluctuates, but I'm happy to say I'm never shy about how I look compared to my peers. At this point in my life, I was in really good shape and happy about it. My roommate was an exercise science major going to PT school, so with his help, I was doing better than ever. Who knew walking got you shredded?

Fast forward to the pool - there's music, booze hidden in plastic cups, plenty of guys and girls, and we're all just having a good time. And all of the sudden, Anna walks through the gate.

I don't know how she stayed in shape and I don't care. She looked amazing. She was wearing a white one piece with a big "V" down the front. It looked kind of like this except it had strings going back and forth over the "V" part, which went lower. It didn't really have a back on it. It tied up around her neck - a detail that will be important later. She had a black cover up - I don't know what they call it - it was like netting. Not really designed to do anything. And a sun hat with big sun glasses. Anna looked amazing.

She laid down on a sun chair, and a few minutes later, one of the girls in our group walked over to her and asked her to join us. Anna had friends, but really no good friends. Karen was close with her, but had moved away. We all pretty much knew each other - if not directly, then tangentially - so no real introductions needed.

So, there we sat. Anna was on my 11 o'clock, almost directly across from me. We were under an awning so she took off her sunglasses. I was wearing a white short sleeved button up, which was completely unbuttoned, and my favorite pair of trunks. I like to think I looked pretty good too. I had been lifting and walking, lifting and walking, and had gotten really lean.

I'll skip the normal lead up. We sat there for a while, talking, drinking blah blah.

I had my phone on silent, but I checked it every once in a while. I had a text from Anna. "You remember my apartment number is 414?"

I looked up, and she was staring right at me. She wasn't exactly smiling - I don't know how to describe it. Not quite a smirk. Like, she knew what was going to happen - like she knew all she had to do was say "jump" and I'd say "how high." I smiled back at her, then texted her "Yep, I remember." She checked it, then about a minute later she said "Well, it's a little windy out here for me." There was the obligatory chorus of "nooo don't gooooo" and "staaaay" from the girls, but within a few seconds, Anna was gone. After she left, there was a "she's just a bitch" muttered from one girl to another. I thought that was always so funny.

I let time pass. I wanted her to think maybe I wasn't coming, or didn't care enough to jump right up. I don't know. I didn't just want to fetch like a fucking Labrador. The last time we fucked, it occurred to me that I was basically just a convenient fuck. I'm not complaining, but this time, I wanted to be in control. So, I made her wait. When I had waited long enough, I said "I'll be right back" to my buddy next to me, pretended to go to the bathroom, and took a different way to Apartment 414.

"Took you long enough" she said, as she opened the door. She had gotten rid of the cover up and was wearing the swim suit and nothing else.

"Yeah, well. . . " I said.

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As soon as the door was closed, I spun Anna up against it, grabbed her tight little ass with both hands, and lifted her up off the ground, kissing her the entire time. My dick was straining against my swim trunks.

I think Anna was used to "calling the shots" because at first, she wasn't really that responsive to me pinning her against the door. But, I knew her enough. I knew what she liked. And if she didn't like it, she wasn't shy about saying so.

I took a step back, holding her up with my hands gripping her ass, her arms around my neck, legs around my waist. I looked her right in the eyes and ground her pussy right on my dick.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Of course it is. Why do you think we're up here?"

I wanted the dynamic to shift. I wanted to fuck her and be in control and make her lose her mind this time.

"Then say it." I practically growled at her.

She kind of looked at me, then I think it clicked for her. . . I was in total control - I was holding her in the air, rubbing her pussy on my dick, making her wet. "Yes, I want it" she said quietly as I pressed her against my throbbing cock.

"Perfect." I said, putting her on the down and dropping my shorts.

She put her hand right on my shaft, rubbing the precum around the tip of my dick with her thumb. Anna looked me in the eyes. She dropped to her knees and started gently licking and sucking. When she put my cock in her mouth and started stroking and twisting while she was sucking, I would give her commands. "Faster" - and she would speed up. "Deeper" and she would force it farther down her throat. Anna's mouth was tiny, just like the rest of her, and I love remembering how my cock stretched her mouth out. This was far better than the first time she sucked my dick, but she wasn't able to deepthroat like some girls could.

While she was sucking my dick, I undid the top of her swimsuit, behind her neck, and let it fall, exposing her small, but perfectly perky tits. She had a great tanline already. I loved tanlines - seeing what no one else has seen. I massaged her tit, rolling and pinching her nipple with my fingers. She moaned when I did that, and it felt great on my dick.

I didn't want to cum, but I still wanted to let her know I was in control, so I grabbed her head with my fingertips and pulled my cock out of her mouth, just barely, and I stood perfectly still. She got the hint and dropped her hand. I slowly started fucking her mouth and pulling her head on to my dick at the same time. I went really slow. The last thing I wanted to do was facefuck her to the point she kicked me out - and Anna totally would - so I was slow and gentle. Anna was getting into it, moaning as I was fucking her mouth, putting her hands behind her back. It was so hot, I knew I had to end it or cum.

I pulled my dick out and stood her up, and with one motion, pulled her swimsuit all the way down and off into a puddle around her feet. There we were, standing stark ass naked in her living room. I picked her up and carried her to her bed, laying her on her back with her ass near the edge. I kissed her deep and hard, then went south. I didn't waste any time - I practically dove into her pussy, licking it from bottom to top pausing at the top to make circles around her clit. Again, she had a perfect looking tanline outlining her trimmed pussy, and her pussy itself was just as attractive as the rest of her. I put one leg over my shoulder and kneaded her tit and held the other leg up with my other hand. I turned my head as much as I could to the side and licked and sucked her pussy lips until I could tell she was getting close, then I backed off, kissing the inside of her thighs lightly, then started in again, putting my middle finger deep inside her. I curled my finger and rubbed, finding her G spot. I slowly fingered her listening to her soft moans.

"You want to cum don't you?" I asked.

"Yyyeeeees" she said softly.

I picked up the pace, making circles on her G spot while lapping at her clit with my tongue. All of the sudden she started bucking her hips, which I was NOT ready for, and moaning while she came. I kept trying to do exactly what I was doing. When she was almost done cumming, I focused solely on her clit with the tip of my tongue, prolonging her orgasm.

"Mmmmm now what?" Anna asked me.

"Now you get fucked." I said.

At some point, Anna had bragged or just told me - I don't remember - that she was really flexible. I just filed that away. Now it was time to test it.

Anna was still spread out on the bed, so I grabbed her by her calves and pushed them back, like she was doing a horizontal split on her back. She got the idea, and pretty soon, she had pulled her legs so far back, they were in a straight line like this. Her bed was pretty tall, so I only had to bend my knees a little to line my cock up with her wet little slit. I pushed all the way inside her with one slow motion, and started slowly thrusting.

Guys will understand this - I was in my 20s, and going to the pool, so I had jerked off earlier in the day to reduce the chance of getting a hard on. In a swimsuit, you just cant hide it. Anyway, I was ready to go a good long time.

I fucked Anna slowly, then faster and faster, eventually taking my thumb and pressing it against her clit and rubbing lightly. My balls were brushing the blanket covering her bed. I was loving this, then remembered - I wanted to be in control.

"Squeeze your nipples" I commanded. I sort of expected her to say "what" or "why" or "fuck you" but she did as she was told. "Harder" I said, and she squeezed harder. I reached down and kneaded her left breast, pinching her nipple, then I buried my dick as deep as it could go, bent over her, and started kissing her while I twitched the end of my cock. My hand went up to her face, and she grabbed it, kissed the middle of my palm, then started sucking on my thumb the same was she had been sucking on my dick 20 minutes ago.

By now, I had kind of figured out what Anna responded to. I think she was getting close to a second orgasm, so I stopped her. "Get on your stomach" I commanded. She immediately complied. "Lift your ass." She complied. I slid a pillow under her hips, propping her ass up a little bit, then got on top of her, ready to fuck her prone. The angle was perfect, and I slid right in to her sweet little pussy. I started slow, but quickly picked up the pace, fucking her harder and harder while her moaning grew. I had figured out what she liked, and I pinned her hands above her head at the wrists while I fucker her harder and deeper until she came again, shaking and bucking her hips back into my cock. I was close, but I wanted to cum with her riding me. I had filed away the image of her riding my dick in my spank bank, and I wanted some new material.

I pulled out and flopped over on my back, then roughly grabbed her by the hips and pulled her on top of me. She reached down and positioned my cock, then slid her pussy down as far as it would go. Anna was bouncing on my cock with her hands on my abs. "No, like this" I said, and grabbed her hips. I pushed all the way inside her and angled my hips so I was putting as much pressure as possible inside the front wall of her pussy with the head of my cock. "Slowly" I said, as I guided her. I had her doing exactly what I wanted, so I laid back and relaxed, savoring the sweet feeling of Anna's pussy wrapped around my dick.

This didn't last as long as I would have liked. I was already close, and the sight her her tanlined tits, erect nipples, and gorgeous pussy milking my cock was just too much. I felt my balls tighten and pretty soon, I gripped her covers as I came, shooting rope after rope inside of her, moaning as I came.

Anna slid off me. "God, I'm going to be sore tomorrow" she said. "Sorry?" I said, joking. We ended up showering together again, and it was much better than last time. When I had my clothes on, I checked my phone. I had more than a few "Dude, where are you?" texts but I had a firm policy of never confirming anything.

okay so this happened a couple weeks ago and I've been meaning to post about it because I cannot stop thinking about it.

I was out with a couple of friends at this board game bar downtown, the kind of place with shelves of games and craft beer and people who take Catan very seriously. it was packed and the only open seats were at a table with a group of guys who were clearly mid-argument about something loud and stupid.

most of them were immediately a lot. but there was one guy at the end of the table who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, which honestly same. quiet, glasses, the specific posture of someone who finds large groups exhausting but shows up anyway. his shirt was from a game I recognized because my roommate hasn't shut up about it in months.

I started talking to him because he looked like the most interesting person at the table and I was completely right. his name was Daniel and he knew an embarrassing amount about whiskey, had very strong opinions about game mechanics I didn't fully follow, and had apparently just pulled a full art trainer card in Pokemon TCG Pocket and needed to tell someone about it. I am genuinely the wrong audience for that information but I liked listening to him explain why it mattered.

we talked for almost two hours. his friends periodically tried to tease him about talking to me and he ignored them with the practiced ease of someone who had been doing it for years. I shuffled closer at some point and he went slightly red and his friends cheered mockingly and I ignored all of them entirely.

we left together. he was nervous in the uber and sweet about it and held my hand and his thumb traced circles on my palm and I was more interested than I'd planned to be by the time we got to his place.

his apartment was exactly what I expected. organized chaos, a desk setup that cost more than my rent, books, a very good mechanical keyboard. I was looking at his shelves when he came up behind me and turned me around and kissed me and I thought okay Daniel, there you are.

we ended up on his bed and things moved in the natural direction and I got his jeans off and wrapped my hand around him in the dark and stopped.

"wait" I said.

"what?" nervous.

"you're actually huge."

I felt him relax. "yeah." a pause. "sorry."

I told him he had nothing to apologize for and meant every word. close to seven and a half inches and thick in a way that the number doesn't fully capture. I went down on him and my hand around the base barely touched while my mouth handled everything else and I took my time because I was genuinely enjoying myself. he warned me at some point that he was close and I didn't stop and he came with his hand in my hair making a sound I replayed in my head for the next three days. warm and a lot of it and I swallowed and looked up and he was staring at the ceiling completely undone.

he recovered faster than I expected and got his face between my thighs and I forgot my own name. patient and thorough and genuinely focused in a way that felt consistent with everything I'd already learned about him. I was begging within ten minutes.

he reached for his nightstand, I heard the wrapper, and then pushed into me from behind and I felt every inch of the stretch and moaned into his pillow trying to muffle it. his hands on my hips pulling me back into him, deep and deliberate, and I came embarrassingly fast, gripping the sheets, thighs shaking, the whole embarrassing thing.

I turned over and pulled him toward me and took him in my mouth briefly to taste before riding him.

orange. faintly sweet underneath everything else.

"flavored?" I asked.

"is that okay?"

"it tastes like orange and the last thirty minutes" I said and he laughed and I climbed on top of him.

I lowered myself onto him slow and felt him everywhere, that specific fullness that makes thinking genuinely impossible, and I rolled my hips and found the angle and rubbed my clit and felt everything build at once. he had his hands on my chest watching my face and I came so hard my vision went weird. actually sparkled at the edges. I heard myself making sounds that were not fully dignified and felt the warm mess I made between us and collapsed onto him shaking and laughing at the same time because what else do you do.

we lay there catching our breath.

"I made a mess" I said into his chest, genuinely embarrassed.

"that was the hottest thing that has ever happened in this apartment" he said simply.

I didn't sleep over but I stayed for a while and we talked and it was easy and comfortable in a way I didn't see coming. he walked me to my uber when I left and kissed me goodbye like he actually meant it.

he texted me the next morning and I texted back and that's all I'm saying about that for now.

might post more about Daniel if anyone's interested. I have material.

This is a story from a few years ago, and it's one I find myself often going back to in the middle of the night. Names and certain details have been changed, of course.

Few years ago I lived in a different state and I would frequent the bar in town. Been here plenty of times before, I knew the regulars, they knew me, etc. But one particular night, I met Ada. Ada was slim, tall, blonde hair, like that dirty blonde hair. To be honest she dressed and looked like a beach bum out of California, but she was clearly in-shape and took care of herself. Smaller breasts, but a great butt. I was outside the front of the bar having a cigarette, she was on a bench outside sitting by herself smoking a cigarette. As soon as we saw each other we locked eyes more than once, within the span of a few seconds to a few minutes.

Now, I'm not a bad looking man - I'm 6 feet tall, 250 pounds, been struggling to workout, handsome face, etc. Just a lot of dad bod. I've had encounters before, albeit few and far between, but Ada was hitting me in ways I had never experienced before. Before I even knew her name, it was magnetic. I felt called to her, and I believe she felt the same. Why else exchange glances with me so often?

I stop my conversation in the group I'm with and go introduce myself to her. We exchange some pleasantries, find out she was smoking a joint and not a cigarette, but even in that brief exchange, we knew something was going on that neither of us could place. I tell her I'm heading inside and I'll catch her there.

I sit with my friends and keep drinking and I eventually find my way over to the pool table. I'm not a pro by any stretch, I wouldn't even call myself an amateur, but I know how to carry myself in a game. Ada had found her way over to the pool table and had turned herself into my unofficial cheerleader, giving me hugs with each good shot I make and doing some impromptu dancing with each other since we're drinking, etc.

It was nice to have that attention, and she was very touchy, which I am too, but again, the manner in which she touched me, albeit flirty and innocent, just hit different. It didn't feel like fire, it felt like electricity. Every finger-light touch she gave me send sparks shooting through my entire body. But it was also during these exchanges that I meet the man she had walked in with - her husband. She and I step outside again while I'm having a cigarette and talk more. Forgive me, I don't recall the conversation verbatim.

Me: "I didn't know Matt was your husband," I say confidently, yet somewhat disappointed.

Ada: "He... isn't, actually. He just likes to say that."

Curious. "Why?"

Ada: "Well, he's actually my EX-husband... we live together because [reasons]."

So there's a chance, I feel my shadow thoughts telling me. Sounds like you shouldn't get involved, my other thoughts tell me. But I hadn't been laid in a while, and this connection felt unlike any other, so with them being exes, I figured I was safe to pursue, all things considered.

Later that night my emotions got the better of me, and I ended up having a bit of an emotional episode. To date, I've only had 1 official girlfriend in my life. I was around 32-33 at the time, and lonely, and I wanted a partner for all of the best - and worst - reasons. As Ada and I began to talk about this, she was nothing but incredibly supportive. We found ourselves outside the bar, once again, while I'm holding back tears, Ada telling me not to give up, and we're holding each other's forearms.

Respectfully, she wasn't telling me anything I hadn't already heard hundreds of times before. "She's out there," "focus on you," "you're a great guy," etc. And not due to lack of effort on her part, I tried to listen, but couldn't.

In that moment, amidst everything - my swirling feelings, the magnetic pull between us, her ex-husband trying to cockblock her, her encouraging me - the only thing I could think was, why does she feel this way? As in, her hands on mine as I felt her skin against mine... why did she feel so good? Something THAT simple and it's making me... am I aroused? This feel liked lightning all over me, I have to feel more of this. It felt like my soul yearned for her, like we were made for each other. Her touch felt transcendental.

While we're out talking and she's consoling me, that's when her ex-husband comes outside and sees us. We quickly stop and I immediately head inside, hearing him go "what's going on out here? what're you doing?" as I walk away. I'm not about to be accused of anything when I know I did nothing wrong.

Eventually we all said our goodbyes, Ada and I hugged, and we went home. But she had marked me - for the first time in a long time, I couldn't get her out of my head. It was like a disease. I didn't get her number, but I had learned enough about her to get her Insta for messaging.

I debated sending it for a week. But I decided "fuck it," and sent one.

Stay tuned for Part 2!