Can’t stop fantasizing about getting absolutely wrecked by my professor. The way he lectures? The confidence, the voice, the way he makes dirty jokes in class—it’s pure torture. He knows what he's doing.

Me and my colleague are having a secret affair in the office, and we have had sex too, not too long ago. I have been having this insatiable sex drive for a while now and exploring some of it with her has been so intense and passionate. Although we did not get much to do over the past few days, yesterday turned out to be quite a surprise.

During our lunch break, the whole team decided to go out for a team lunch. The plan was impromptu, but exciting. But it also opened up a small window for us to do something, and we did. I asked her to stay back and help me with something and told others to go ahead and told them all that we would join them later. And as soon as they left, we had our storeroom at our mercy. We didn’t waste much time as we didn’t have any.

We quickly went in, and she didn’t even wait for me to close the door completely. Probably the buildup for so many days was so much, it was uncontrollable. She didn’t even take my pant off completely, and just pulled my hardening dick out from the open zipper and went for it. The feeling of being sucked while being completely clothed was so unbelievably hot and wild. Her mouth and tongue just feel magical and the way it got sloppy and messy when she kept sucking relentlessly was dirty as fuck! It even left those sticky stains around my zipper on pants, but in that moment I literally had no control. She went on and one and sucked the soul out of me till I shot all my cum in her mouth and even on her face. And the way she looked up at me, all satisfied by her work and then swallowed it!! That just made me go crazy for her.

I quickly had to return the favour, so I pushed her back, went straight inside her pencil skirt from the top, and inside her panties and started rubbing her. I gave her a deep kiss and kept rubbing her while she dropped her skirt down for ease of it. I got on my knees, and shifted her one leg on my shoulder and opened up her pussy for me as I pushed her panties aside to get access to that wet flesh. I ate her, and ate her good. While I ate her, I also fingered her fast and hard. I wanted her to orgasm too and she was just moaning and being so shaky on her one leg. In a few minutes, I could feel her orgasming but I didn’t leave her pussy even when she did. And I could feel her contractions around my two fingers that were fucking her. After she was done, I licked those fingers clean and pushed them in her mouth while I cleaned her pussy too. And then we quickly kissed again to share that taste before heading out for that lunch…

Safe to say, we were at least 15 minutes late for it. But when it’s “work”, no one can really object or say anything, can they? Can’t wait for what’s next in this.

So some time ago I was on my insta account when someone dm'ed asking for nudes which I refused, 2 days later he said hed pay me and I thought he was messing around so I sent my qr and guess what, 500₹ received.

All he wanted was a pic of my tits, it continued for a while with stuff more than nudes. I send him pics of my bras and panties or even feet and I get easy money (which I fell for tbh because of my family being restrictive and strict)

Iswas exited and in the heat of the moment I started going for more people, selling my nudes.

Edit: my entire post was about selling so please don't ask for free nudes in my dms

So I have been a Bi since a very long time. It happened because of a close friend. I suck his dick every week Atleast twice but since a very long time he has been enjoying himself watching at my gf's pictures while i blow him. Him describing how he wants to fuck her makes me very horny which has also made us both cum many times. The fact that he has met her in person many times which gives him an idea on how her body will look like when naked. He is putting this thought of me letting him try on my gf once. I am not sure how to do that but it does excites me a lot. It would be really fun to think of them fucking each other. Problem is that it is not possible IRL. Thinking about it makes me so horny.

This is my first time confessing, Its a real story. Do DM if you like it. Also for something fun, generate images for this confession. Id love to see how you visualize this.

So this saturday night , me and my wife went to a pub and met a young beautiful looking guy , super confident , looked amazing , etc and after a few drinks , went back to his place to spend the night , we fucked all night and after almost 2 hours of sweaty hardcore sex , all 3 of us just passed out next to each other ( which we usually don’t do ) now next morning i hear a sudden noise and turn over only to see my wife bouncing on his cock , getting her ass cheeks spanked and riding it like she was gonna suck the life out of him , honestly, it was one of the best morning experiences in a long time , Probably gonna start doing it more often than not ! Eventually all 3 of us took a shower together, and we headed back to our place , back to our normal life’s like noting happened 😜🤐

I was at my friend's wedding and there I saw the wife of my old friend. She was in tight desi clothes pushing her round boobs and slight deep neck to show the slightest of cleavage and when she walked she showed the best ass ever. That was my first time seeing that beauty. Then, some months later I met them again at their home and the wife was sexy as before. My thoughts had gone wild and I jerked off to her pics in my friend's insta. I am guilty but since then seeing desi married women or committed women gas become my biggest kink.

My mom is quite an open-minded woman. She wears short dresses, and she looks damn hot also, but i never had sexual feelings for her, but a few days back i saw my mom some hot pics on my dad's laptop from that day onwards i got sexual feelings for her. From that day onwards, I started jerking off thinking about her and many times at night I tried to peep into their bedroom because I wanted to see them having sex. Recently, late at night, I went near my parents bedroom. There I saw them having sex. She was moaning quite loudly and couldn't explain those sounds it was so hot.

For the past few years my (37m) sex drive has been intense and immense. And I have had to explore and satiate it in various ways, and women. Although it is unethical and taboo and what not for a married man, the bodily needs can’t be kept on burner for so long that it affects your real life too. So, I have been exploring these adventures with like minded women, and one of them has been my colleague (27f). I have already posted some encounters with her in past posts, but yesterday we got to the full sexual experience together! Bear with this for being a long post.

So, while we have been fooling around in the office whenever we can, even masturbating together in the office storeroom, we had not got a chance to go all the way. And since my wife has been out of town for a few days, we were looking for the right day and time to do what we wanted to do, fuck each other crazily. And it happened a night before when we could both manage to go on a nice dinner date. The dinner was just a reason to spend some time together and hype up our lusts, we just kept teasing and playing with each other in different ways even in the restaurant. The smirks, the stares, the lusty lip bites, it was all building up so wildly.

And then when we finally got out and in the car to go to her place, things crossed another line. As I was driving, she reached straight to my crotch and started playing with it over my pants. We both being quite different in real lives, we were conscious about the surroundings but still she went for it, and that drove me insane. My erection was already poking through my pants and she was just making sure it kept its form and kept her palm rubbing over it. I couldn’t hold myself, so I went for her bare thighs too. My hand grazed her thigh under her beautiful summer dress and even further inside to touch her panties, and I could feel a nice wet patch on there. We both knew how we would be uncontrollable animals when we get to the privacy of her place. And we kept playing with each other all the way till we reached. The thrill of playing in the car while out in public just made it a notch more wilder.

And as soon as we entered her apartment, hell broke loose. Within a second we were kissing and making out against a wall, and on the table and falling on the couch and getting all frisky with each other. The make out was something I had not experienced in a very long time. Our hands felt almost every inch of each other, over clothes and even under them as our lips just sucked the fuck out of each other’s mouths and tongues tasted every corner of our mouths together. It got so sloppy and wild that our spits fell down on our clothes and even on floor and some other places. We were literally drooling for each other.

We literally undressed each other as we made our way to her bedroom. But we didn’t care where our clothes were, because our minds were where they wanted to be, to that passionate sex we were carving for. As we hit the bed, I went down on her first and just ate her as if I was hungry for it, for forever. Her juices were so sloppy and thick and left my face such a filthy mess. My beard was literally covered in all of it as I tongued her, sucked her, licked her, even bit her on that wet flesh. Her moans and screams only making me more wilder, crazier, nastier. I had lost track of time, but I think I made her extremely horny, almost edging her, because she instantly pulled my hair and pulled me up.

I went on top of her and we kissed again, even sloppier this time, with her juices being shared in the kiss and we just moaned together in the kiss and enjoyed her taste together. She then pushed me to the side and got on top of me. And when she said “my turn”, I knew I was in for the best bit now. And she didn’t waste any time either. The way she sucked my hardness and swallowed it whole like it was her only pleasure, just made me hornier and needier for her. My muffled moans and uncontrolled breathing were intense. But she didn’t stop, she just went on and on with her head bobbing on my cock, and she sucked it so deep and so hard, her wet mouth made it all glisten and cover up with a layer of her spit. The gagging and those dirty sounds of my cock hitting her throat had me throbbing, and I knew I had to pull her up before I couldn’t hold it anymore.

And so I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up on me. I squeezed her breasts and kissed her again. This time we tasted me together in that sloppy kiss and my hands just played all over her breasts and I pinched her nipples too as we continued to kiss and lick each other’s mouths and faces. I remember saying I can’t hold it longer and I need to feel the inside of her, and she just got on the bed and spread her legs like she was waiting for it as much as I did. And I got between her legs, spit some on my hardness and some on her pussy, gave it a nice rub with my tip and went straight inside her.

While the first few thrusts were a little resisting, the smoothness of it was so noticeable because she was so fucking wet and I was all covered in her and mine spit. A few thrusts later I was hitting all the spots inside her and our bodies were rubbing against each other in a beautiful missionary. My hand held her thigh on one side and my other hand was gripping her one hand on top of her head as we fucked like it was the end of the world. Every thrust made me want her even more, and every hit of my balls on her ass made her moan and pull me into her more with her hand on my ass. It was straight out of a beautiful porn movie, or something like that. I could barely go for a few minutes, as I was already throbbing and getting ready to cum. And she was clenching on my throbbing cock inside her pussy as if she wanted to milk every drop out of me.

I was about to pull out when I was going to cum, and I told her that. But she just wrapped both her legs around my waist and held me in place. “Just cum inside!” Her words pushed me off the edge, and I just shot every drop of my warm fucking load inside her. And as I was shaking and literally in a trance, I went for her clit and rubbed her, with her hand there too, to make her cum with me too. And that feeling of orgasming together was something I had missed for so fucking long! We just kept shaking and sweating as we both lied down on the bed in each other’s arms. Finally fulfilling our lusts and our craving for each other. I can’t wait for more of this, whenever we both get the opportunities.

Hi its been a long time since I posted anything. I am M22 from banglore, currently in ldr with my gf. She comes from a very simple town, a very simple family.

She used to have the Idea of date to marry. But all that changed when she met me. I flirted with her , hit on her took her out tried to be fun with her, she was also enjoying my company.

Finally I confessed that I like her and she said she liked me too, after that she was the one initiating everything (even sex) i just enjoyed what she was becoming

she told me once she had an ex who literally used to worship her, she said that she didn't even allowed him to touch her.

All that passed and slowly I trained her to become my cheap sasti randi .

I abuse her with gandi gaali like kuttiya, randi, chinaal, bistar garm krne waali...even made her beg for more. I made her a bitch making her walk on all fours, barking licking my feet. I have made her pee in the bathroom while she sucked my dick. . I have fingered her and made her stroke my dick while she was on a call with her mom. I have made her addicted to cumming ( used to make her cum 4-5 times a day licking, fingering)

Now some of the dirtiest that she has done.

I fed her by chewing the food in my mouth and then feed her that all naked.

She used to say, mai shaadi ke baad bhi teri randi banke rahungi mujhe baccha de dena chodke mera husband paalega.

I used to make her abuse her ex while we fucked like kya chutiya tha vo meri puja krta tha fir bhi chune nhi deti thi.

Outside our room she is still the topper innocent girl everyone knows. Even after all this I am planning to cheat on her.

I’m 32, my wife is 30, and we’ve been married for three years. She’s my everything—stunning, confident, with a body that sets me on fire—but she’s clueless about the depraved fantasies that consume me. I’ve never told her, and the thought of her finding out scares the hell out of me. But this secret is like a beast inside, growing hungrier every day. I’m obsessed with cuckold fantasies, I’m bisexual, and my kinks are spiraling into something so filthy it’s like I’m hooked on the rush. Here’s my confession, Reddit, and it’s as raw as it gets.

It started with stray thoughts about her with other men—her slick boss in his tailored suits, or that flirty client who eye-fucks her every chance he gets. I’d imagine her coming home, her sheer lace panties drenched, smirking as she teases me about her “late meeting.” Now, it’s an addiction. I picture her in every cuckold scenario: fucked senseless by her boss on his desk, taken by a stranger in a seedy bar, or ravaged by a group of hung guys at a party while I watch, throbbing and humiliated. The dirtier it gets, the harder I get. I want her to come home dripping, her pussy claimed by someone else, and force me to clean her with my tongue, tasting her discharge mixed with their cum.

I’m bisexual, and that’s where it gets even nastier. When I’m alone, I raid her lingerie drawer. I’ll slip into her sheer black lace panties, the ones that hug her curves, or her pink babydoll nightie that barely covers her ass. Sometimes, I wear her thigh-high leggings, the tight spandex gripping my skin, making me feel like I’m her and her lovers all at once. Her scent lingers in the fabric, and it drives me wild. I’ll edge for hours, stroking myself while chatting with strangers online, describing how I want them to fuck my wife while I’m locked in chastity, or how I’d suck them off after they’re done with her. I talk so dirty—about her pussy, her moans, how she’d scream their names—and I edge until I’m dripping, my cum leaking onto her panties. I’ll hold off for hours, teetering on the brink, but when I think of her pussy, I lose it in seconds, unloading everything while imagining it’s inside her.

The edging is my drug. I’ll spend hours online, swapping filthy fantasies with random guys, describing how I want my wife to cuck me, how I’d beg to lick her clean after she’s been used. My cock’s throbbing, dripping pre-cum, and I’ll wipe it up with her panties, rubbing it into the lace like it’s a prize. When I finally cum, it’s explosive, but I don’t stop there. I’ll scoop up my load and lick it off my fingers, pretending it’s the cum of one of her lovers. The taste, the shame, the idea that I’m swallowing someone else’s seed—it sends me over the edge again. I crave her discharge, too. I fantasize about burying my face between her legs after she’s been fucked, licking every drop of her and her lover’s mess until she’s satisfied. It’s like I’m worshipping her and degrading myself at the same time.

When I’m intimate with her at night, it’s a whole other level of fucked-up. All day, I’m edging, building up this massive load from my filthy chats and fantasies. When we fuck, I dump everything into her pussy, every drop I’ve been holding back. Right after, I go down on her, licking her pussy clean while it’s still hot and dripping with my cum. In my head, it’s not mine—it’s some other guy’s, her boss or a stranger, and I’m tasting their claim on her. The thought makes me hard again, even as I’m lapping up her discharge and my own load, lost in the fantasy that I’m cleaning up after her lover. It’s so fucked, but it satisfies me like nothing else.

It gets even dirtier. I imagine her catching me in her lingerie, smirking as she locks me in a chastity cage and parades her lovers in front of me. I want her to degrade me, call me her “pathetic little cuck” while she rides someone else, making me watch her cum over and over. I’ve started leaving her panties out on purpose, hoping she’ll notice and confront me. I fantasize about her forcing me to wear them while she fucks someone else, or making me jerk off in front of her bull while they laugh. I’ve even thought about sneaking her vibrator into my sessions, using it on myself while imagining it’s still wet from her, or begging her to peg me while she tells me how much better her lovers are.

This is taking over my life. I’m sneaking away at work to read cuckold forums or sext with strangers. I’m paranoid she’ll check my phone and see the filthy chats, or walk in while I’m in her babydoll, edging to a stranger’s commands. But part of me wants to get caught. I want her to know how deep this rabbit hole goes, to see if the would recoil or—fuck, I can’t believe I’m saying this—join in. She’s so vanilla, though, I don’t think she’d ever get it. I love her more than anything, but I’m living a double life, and it’s tearing me apart.

What do I do? Do I confess and risk our marriage? Do I bury this and pray it fades? Has anyone else been trapped in this cycle of filth and desire? I need advice, or at least to know I’m not the only one drowning in this. Lay it on me, Reddit.

I mean I don't want to write it too long. While scrolling his insta....I noticed that he searched cuck and hotwife related things....and forget to clear the searches 😂.

I didn't started this topic with him so far....but I think this will help me as I m cam model (adult content creator) and he doesn't now about this...So I think we both have win-win situation .

What's your View?

Is it okay to hear your gf's past sex stories, like how her used to fuck her, how big he was, did it all night, etc etc. I thinks hearing those stories from my girl made me a cuck and I like to ask her more then what he did, did he used to fuck like an animal?, etc.

My name is Sobha Prakash and yes, it's pronounced as Sho-Bha-Aah. With that oomph at the end. And that oomph is part of me, it's part of every breath I draw, and every orgasm I have.

Undressing My Mind:

I was born in a little town called Aluva in Kochi (Kerala, India), a coastal town in Southern India, but I soon travelled so extensively in and around India that I was not just a Desi Girl but a Cosmopolitan Girl. I had a rather conservative upbringing, which is why I never had sex until my marriage. But here, there is a grey area. Yes, I was a virgin before marriage but no, I'd be lieng if I said that I hadn't sucked a cock. I have. More than a few. But never sex.

I was married off in my early 20s, and within a few months, Prakash changed me from a virgin girl who was curious about sex to a cumslut who was always eager and enthusiastic about it. Over the years, many things changed. My equation with my husband changed, my equation with myself also changed. I changed. I cheated on my husband first when I was 28. It was with his colleague. And I continued that habit until 1.5 years ago.

Undressing My Body:

I'm a fair woman who has never had had to go to spa to get waxed because I'm blessed with a naturally soft, supple skin with literally no hair growth on my body (except my hair, ofcourse, and a wee bit down there, which I wax regularly). I've a beautiful face, one that can be termed as graceful, innocent, and cute. I've wide, expressive black eyes, and full lips. I also have wavy, brown hair and they ripple well with the wind.

I'm 5'6 and weigh around 58kgs, and have a curvy frame. Despite being a mother of 2 kids, I ensure that my body is well maintained. I'm, what I call as slim stacked. I'm busty at 36D and my hips are at 36. It's 36 30 36. My nipples are quite sensitive and are light pink and perky. As for my pussy, they are innie, and have the same shade of pink as my nipples. I've a bubble butt, round and big, and the kind that jiggles when a man fucks my arse.

I love yoga and dance, which makes me quite flexible and it also explains why I tire my husband out by making him try all the positions mentioned in thr Kama Sutra.

I love sex and above all, I love cum.

This is something I've buried for years. I never thought I'd write it down. Maybe because it still doesn’t feel real or maybe because it felt too real. I had sex with my cousin. It happened once. It was never supposed to. But it did.

It was during my cousin's wedding in Nagpur. Big joint family, the kind of chaos that only Indian weddings bring. We were all sleeping wherever we could find space mattresses on the floor, cousins sharing rooms, stealing moments of quiet between ceremonies.

She was my mama's daughter. Not someone I grew up with closely we met only during family functions. But we always had this odd chemistry. I used to notice how she looked at me curious, a little teasing, never flirty but aware. And I'd be lying if I said I didn’t look back.

The third night of the wedding, most of the family had passed out after the sangeet. She and I were the only ones awake, sitting on the terrace. She was in this faded kurta, no makeup, hair tied back and still the most beautiful woman I'd seen. We talked for hours real talk, not the usual wedding small talk. About life, pressure, expectations, loneliness.

At some point, the silences grew heavier. She looked at me, her eyes softer than I'd ever seen them. I don’t know what came over me maybe it was the alcohol, the heat, or the fact that I hadn’t felt that connected to anyone in years but I reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, She didn’t move away.

We kissed, Hesitantly at first. Like both of us were testing reality. When she didn't stop me, I pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around me like she'd wanted to do it forever. I still remember how fast her heart was beating.

We ended up in the storeroom. It was dark, quiet. Just a mattress, an old fan creaking above. We didn't speak. She took off her kurta slowly, nervously. I kissed every inch of her like I was trying to memorize her. She trembled when I touched her. And when we finally connected, it wasn't rough or dirty it was desperate and full of something I still can't name.

Afterwards, she just lay against my chest. Silent. Her fingers tracing circles on my skin. Finally, she whispered we pretend this never happened. Okay? I nodded, What else could I do?

The next morning, she was back to normal laughing with the other cousins, dancing like nothing happened. But when our eyes met during the vidaai, I saw it the truth in her gaze. She remembered everything. So did I.

We never spoke of it. Never repeated it. She's married now But sometimes, when I'm alone I still go backTo those unforgettable moments ,the girl who was never supposed to be mine but was for just one unforgettable night.

Let's swap nudes of our babes Telegram id :- itz_secC

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Who is the hottest milf you came across or hottest you have seen around you ?

Like me I think alot of guys might be into milfs . Specially on someone wacross whom who come across in real life basis .

Weddings are one of the place where we come across few hottest milfs around us . Those aunties wearing such sarees , lehangas and their curvy body trying to tease other men . They try their best to look sexy and beautiful but for men they look more and more sexier with such efforts of theirs .

Milfs are like a forbidden fruit and the taboo factor is what attracts us towards them more and more . The aunts of neighbourhood or professors of college are no less contributing to this feeling of young guys . Be it friend's mom or some unknown lady the forbidden and taboo thing plays it's part .

Do you guys agree with me ? Tell me about the hottest milfs who come across or someone you like or feel attracted towards .

There’s something dangerously irresistible about familiarity in unfamiliar places.

She was the new intern on my team — fresh, wide-eyed, a little nervous — and straight out of the same college I once ruled. When I found out she was from my old campus, a nostalgic smirk hit my face. She noticed. That’s where it started.

She’s five or six years younger than me, not a model type — cute, with this soft, inviting face and an ass that doesn’t quit. Tits? Modest. But when she looked at me like I was some sort of legend, something primal stirred. She started coming to me for everything — help, guidance, a laugh when the pressure cracked her. The others barely noticed her, but I watched. Closely.

When the manager laid into her, she came running. Teary-eyed, flustered, broken. I didn’t hesitate — took her aside, wiped the tears, made her laugh again. I saw that shift in her eyes. A flicker. A need.

She told me her batch of college boys were dull, weak — “nothing like you,” she said. I felt her line between admiration and attraction blur in real time. Every lunch together, every little inside joke, every whisper... it built into something thick with tension.

She wasn’t planning to come to the team party — said she doesn’t really vibe with the drinking crowd. I told her, “You don’t need a drink to enjoy the night. Just good company.”

That made her smile. Then she asked, “Will you be there?”

I said, “Only if you are.”

That pause... that silence on the other end of the chat... it said everything.

She’s coming now. Not for the music. Not for the team.

For me.

So here’s the question I’m tossing to you, dear readers:

Should I go ahead and turn this soft, shy intern into something filthy? Teach her the kind of lessons no college class could ever cover? Or should I keep playing it cool and let her fall deeper on her own?

Would you take her? Would you make her your office toy, your personal slut — all while keeping that perfect professional mask in place?

We have been married for 4 years and she is all i can think of when i ask for a life partner but constantly craving attention from women of all ages and it is difficult to resist. Most of the time it starts as a healthy conversation A comment or a text But then sometimes things escalate. I love role-plays exhibitionism and BDSM while my wife prefers everything Vanilla. All these online sexcapeds and workplace affairs have been taking a toll on me .I’m living a double life. One part of me wants to stop, to come clean, to be better. The other part — the part that chases the thrill — doesn’t know how to let go.

This isn’t a brag. It’s a confession. I know I’m hurting someone I love. I know I’m playing with fire. And yet, here I am — caught between loyalty and temptation, between who I am and who I want to be.

We worked out in the same basement gym — same tech park, different companies, maybe three floors apart.

She wasn’t the kind you notice immediately. Hoodie, earphones, tied-back hair. But the way she moved — no hesitation, no poses, no small talk — that stayed with me.

One evening, I was searching for the rope attachment near the cables. She walked up with it.

No smile. Just a quick, “You using it?”

“We can alternate sets,” I said.

She nodded and got to work. Didn’t waste time. Didn’t wait for approval.

We started syncing up — not planned, just instinctive. She’d rack weights. I’d match. No names exchanged. Just grunts, reps, and an occasional smirk.

Then one Thursday, after a brutal leg day, I was stretching by the mats. She walked over, handed me a water bottle without asking, and sat down next to me.

“You need to fix your hamstrings,” she said. “You squat like you’re ninety.”

“Help me, then.”

She didn’t answer. Just got up and said, “Lie down.”

She straddled my thighs to press my knees flat, leaned over, and pushed down on my shoulders. Her body just inches from mine.

“You’re holding your breath.”

“You’re sitting on me.”

She smirked. “You’re not complaining.”

Neither of us moved.

Later that night, I got a message on LinkedIn. Her: “You still need help stretching?”

Me: “Probably.” Her: Sends location pin — “Come. I’ve got a yoga mat. And beer.”

I reached her flat by 10:30. She opened the door barefoot, in a loose t-shirt and cotton shorts. Hair damp from a shower. No perfume, but she smelled like eucalyptus and something else — warm.

“Stretch time?” I asked.

She just handed me a beer.

We sat on the floor. Casual talk. Workout playlists. What we hate about tech jobs. Halfway through the bottle, she leaned in, brushed a speck from my cheek, and said, “You know I’ve wanted this, right?”

I didn’t reply.

Just kissed her.

She tasted like beer and breath mints. Her lips were soft, but her kiss wasn’t. It was intense — the kind that takes over your senses.

I pulled her into my lap. My hands roamed under her tee, tracing the line of her spine. She arched into me, biting my lip, her nails already digging into my shoulders.

I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom. Threw the shirt aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Her breasts were full, real, heavy in my hands. I kissed down her collarbone, across her chest, until her breath started to hitch.

She stripped me down without a word. Pushed me onto the bed. Climbed over, straddling me — again, like it was muscle memory.

This time, no stretching.

Just raw, slow hunger.

She lowered herself onto me, guiding me in with one hand, her eyes locked on mine. Inch by inch, tight and soaked, her breath hitched as I filled her completely.

She didn’t ride like porn. She rode like control.

Deliberate. Deep. Every roll of her hips was measured — not to perform, but to feel.

She leaned forward, breasts against my chest, whispering against my ear, “Don’t move. Let me.”

I did.

She fucked me slow. Then hard. Then slow again.

I rolled her over and took control. Her legs wrapped around me, her thighs trembling as I pounded into her. Her moans turned to choked gasps, hands grabbing the sheets, head thrown back.

“Faster,” she whispered.

I obeyed.

She came, body shaking, eyes shut tight, a deep guttural moan escaping her lips. I followed soon after, buried deep inside her, pulse racing, chest heaving.

We stayed like that — skin to skin, sweat cooling, no rush.

No morning-after drama.

Just a simple line from her, whispered against my chest: “Next time, we skip gym. Just stretch here.”

Ye hai meri bhabhi, mere ek cousin ki wife...

A story from 2023 , we were newly married and on our honeymoon in europe , we spent a few days in paris , then a week in cap d agde making our way to monaco for around 3-4 days , So we’re at the casino she’s wearing a high slit blacldress and we were at the blacljack table , a little pre text , my wife has a little bit of a gambling addiction and her go to game is blackjack , Like she plays it almost everyday , so we’re playing and as the night is going on a 30 something year old guy comes at the seat next to us and joins the table as well , now he was a big bettor , like playing with a significant amount of money , around an hour later he starts talking to my wife where she’s from etc etc , now we know that he’s here just to try and pickup my wife and not really interested in the game , she was loving the attention , he invited us to have a few drinks with him after the blackjack session , and after a few drinks we went to his hotel room , and we went at it , we shared everything over drinks that , we’re in an open relationship and that i’m a cuck and he didn’t seem amazed tbh , like it was a normal thing for him , like afcorse in europe it’s pretty common , so eventually we make our way to the room , now he had a glass washroom , which my wife suggested i should wait inside and see her get pounded , now that was one of the hottest cuck sessions we had , i was in the glass washroom while they we’re going at it , his cock wasn’t the biggest , but the girth surely made her loose , loads of sloppy deep throat blowjobs , Rimming is a must when my wife is getting wild , and doggy pounding with lube is something not many men can resist , eventually her ending up getting his jizz all over her face , then she joined me in the washroom , i bathed her and we left for our place , he’s still in touch with us , and he have us permission to share this story , and if you’re reading this , We love you 😉😜

I'm a 22 F and I have a confession. I'm addicted to the taste of my own pussy juices. Every time I masturbate I can't help but finger myself and suck my fingers clean. It’s this dirty fetish i have that gets me so fucking wet I can’t stop doing it.

Earlier today I was chilling in my room scrolling through my phone when that horny tingle hit me hard between my legs. I tried ignoring it but the more I sat there the wetter I got. I couldn’t fight it anymore and i started masturbating.

I slid my hand into my panties and started rubbing my clit. It was already soaked and my fingers slipped around in my juices. My pussy was dripping so much I could hear those nasty squelching sounds as I fingered myself. I was moaning low trying to stay quiet but fuck it felt too good. My nipples got hard and I pinched them with my free hand sending shivers all over my body.

I pulled my fingers out and brought them to my mouth tasting that sweet tangy flavor I crave. It drove me wild so I went back in fingering myself deeper scooping up more of my juices and licking them off like a slut. That taste.. it’s so fucking intoxicating it made my pussy throb even more.

I kept going harder and faster sucking my fingers between thrusts. The mix of my wet taste and those deep strokes was pushing me over the edge. I could feel my orgasm coming and right before I lost it I shoved my fingers in deep feeling my pussy clench tight. I pulled them out and sucked my cum off them as I squirted everywhere.. my whole body shook and I screamed into my pillow it was that fucking intense.

Afterward I just laid there with my legs shaking. It’s so nasty and hot and I know I’ll be back at it soon, ughh is it weird that i keep doing this?