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She stood up to get more ice. When she came back she didn’t sit down. She stood between my legs and put her hands on my shoulders.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” she said.

I didn’t deny it. She leaned down and kissed me. Slow, then deeper. Her tongue was warm. I pulled her closer. She climbed onto my lap right there on the kitchen chair.

I slid my hands under her tank top. No bra. I cupped her breasts and she moaned into my mouth. She reached down, opened my jeans, and pulled me out. She stroked me a few times, then lifted herself and sank down on me...

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I Fucked My Friend’s Mom

My friend asked me to help her mom move some furniture. She had work and couldn’t make it. I said yes. Her mom was in her early fifties, lived alone, always nice to me when I used to come over years ago.

I arrived in the afternoon. She opened the door in a tank top and shorts. We moved the couch, the table, a few boxes. She kept bending over. I tried not to look. I failed.

When we finished she offered me a drink. We sat in the kitchen. She asked about my life, if I had a girlfriend. I said no. She smiled and said, “That’s a waste.”

Her foot touched mine under the table. She didn’t move it...

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She stood up, took my hand, and led me down to the beach. It was dark. No one around. She pulled her dress off and stood there naked. I did the same.

She got on her knees in the sand and took me in her mouth. Slow, wet, looking up at me the whole time. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until she gagged, then pulled her up and bent her over a low rock.

I pushed inside her from behind. She was soaked. I fucked her hard, one hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t be too loud. She came shaking, pushing back against me, sand sticking to her knees..

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We Did Whatever We Wanted on Holiday

Four of us rented a house by the beach for five days. Me, my girlfriend, her best friend, and her best friend’s boyfriend. We had all known each other for years. Nothing had ever happened before.

The first two days were normal. Swimming, drinking, eating late. On the third night we stayed up after the others went to bed. Just me and her best friend on the balcony. Her boyfriend was already asleep inside.

She was wearing a thin dress. No bra. We talked about nothing. At some point she put her feet in my lap. I started rubbing them. She didn’t stop me when my hands moved higher...

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He walked in. Neither of us spoke for a minute. Then he grabbed me, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me hard. I kissed him back. My t-shirt rode up. His hands went straight under it. He felt I was bare and groaned.

He lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me to the couch, laid me down, and pulled his jeans open. He pushed inside me in one stroke. I was already wet. He started fucking me deep and rough, one hand on my throat, the other gripping my hip.

I came fast. He didn’t slow down...

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He Came Back When I Least Expected It

We had stopped talking six months ago. It ended badly. He moved to another city. I deleted his number and told myself I was done.

Last Tuesday I was home alone. My husband was on a night shift. I had just showered and was in a big t-shirt, nothing underneath, scrolling on the couch.

The doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened the door and he was standing there. Same jacket. Same look. He didn’t smile.

He said, “I was in the area.”

I should have closed the door. I stepped aside instead...

[THE CURIOUS ONE @Beniereiasf]

**Next Door, Neighbors with benefits**
part 8

I called him at 2:11 a.m. London time because I couldn’t sleep and my hand was already between my legs.

**Lena**

He answered on the first ring. Voice low, rough with sleep.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” I swallowed. My fingers were slow, circling my clit under the sheets. “I was thinking about that last night. Before I left.”

He was quiet for a second. I heard him shift. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I pushed two fingers inside myself, breath catching. “The way you fucked me. How deep you were. I keep—fuck—remembering how you felt when you came.”

His breathing changed. I could picture him, hand around his dick, stroking slow while he listened. We stayed like that. Me describing it in pieces—his mouth on my neck, the way I’d clenched around him, how I’d wanted to stay. Him answering in short, rough sounds. I came with the phone pressed to my ear, his name soft in my mouth, pussy pulsing around my fingers.

After, the silence stretched.

“I miss you,” he said.

The words landed wrong. Heavy. I stared at the ceiling of the tiny flat, cum-slick fingers resting on my stomach, and suddenly saw the note I’d left. The plane. Ariana’s text I still hadn’t answered. The way I’d run instead of hearing whatever he’d planned to say that morning.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered.

“Lena—”

“I’m sorry.” My voice cracked. “I shouldn’t have called. I need to… stop. For real this time.”

I hung up before he could answer. Then I blocked his number. Deleted the thread. Set the phone face-down and lay there in the dark with my hand still wet, chest tight, telling myself this was the clean ending I’d failed to give us the first time.

**Chris**

The call dropped mid-sentence.

I tried again. Straight to voicemail. Texted. Nothing. By morning the messages weren’t even delivering.

I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, phone in my hand, dick soft now, the sound of her coming still in my ear. Then I opened her contact. Stared at the name. And deleted it.

No dramatic shit. Just gone.

I showered. Went to work. Came home to the quiet apartment and didn’t check the phone again. Made dinner. Ate it standing at the counter. Later I lay in bed and listened to nothing—no wall, no voice, no almost.

It hurt. Dull and constant. But for the first time since she left, I didn’t reach for the phone.

I just let it.

[THE CURIOUS ONE @Beniereiasf]

**Next Door, Neighbors with benefits**
part 8

I called him at 2:11 a.m. London time because I couldn’t sleep and my hand was already between my legs.

**Lena**

He answered on the first ring. Voice low, rough with sleep.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” I swallowed. My fingers were slow, circling my clit under the sheets. “I was thinking about that last night. Before I left.”

He was quiet for a second. I heard him shift. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I pushed two fingers inside myself, breath catching. “The way you fucked me. How deep you were. I keep—fuck—remembering how you felt when you came.”

His breathing changed. I could picture him, hand around his dick, stroking slow while he listened. We stayed like that. Me describing it in pieces—his mouth on my neck, the way I’d clenched around him, how I’d wanted to stay. Him answering in short, rough sounds. I came with the phone pressed to my ear, his name soft in my mouth, pussy pulsing around my fingers.

After, the silence stretched.

“I miss you,” he said.

The words landed wrong. Heavy. I stared at the ceiling of the tiny flat, cum-slick fingers resting on my stomach, and suddenly saw the note I’d left. The plane. Ariana’s text I still hadn’t answered. The way I’d run instead of hearing whatever he’d planned to say that morning.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered.

“Lena—”

“I’m sorry.” My voice cracked. “I shouldn’t have called. I need to… stop. For real this time.”

I hung up before he could answer. Then I blocked his number. Deleted the thread. Set the phone face-down and lay there in the dark with my hand still wet, chest tight, telling myself this was the clean ending I’d failed to give us the first time.

**Chris**

The call dropped mid-sentence.

I tried again. Straight to voicemail. Texted. Nothing. By morning the messages weren’t even delivering.

I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, phone in my hand, dick soft now, the sound of her coming still in my ear. Then I opened her contact. Stared at the name. And deleted it.

No dramatic shit. Just gone.

I showered. Went to work. Came home to the quiet apartment and didn’t check the phone again. Made dinner. Ate it standing at the counter. Later I lay in bed and listened to nothing—no wall, no voice, no almost.

It hurt. Dull and constant. But for the first time since she left, I didn’t reach for the phone.

I just let it.

[THE CURIOUS ONE @Beniereiasf]

**Next Door, Neighbors with benefits**
part 7

She came over on a Friday with an overnight bag and a small, careful smile.

“I don’t want to do the angry part anymore,” she said in my doorway. “Can we just… be here tonight?”

**Chris**

I let her in. We didn’t talk much at first. She set her bag down, looked around the half-unpacked apartment, then walked straight to me and kissed me like she’d already decided. I kissed her back harder than I meant to. Hands under her shirt, mouth on her neck, walking her toward the bed we’d both been thinking about for a week.

It felt like the last time and nothing like it. Slower. She pushed me onto my back and rode me, palms on my chest, eyes open, taking me deep and rolling her hips until we were both shaking. I flipped her after, fucked her face-to-face with her legs locked around me, kissing her through it while she came—quiet, clinging, pussy pulsing tight around my dick. I followed right after, buried deep, staying there while I finished inside her, forehead pressed to hers.

After, we stayed tangled. Sweaty. Breathing hard. Her fingers traced the line of my shoulder. I almost said it then. The thing I’d been practicing in my head since she texted me back. That I didn’t want anyone else. That the new place was too quiet without her. That I was done fucking it up.

I didn’t. Figured morning was better. When it was light. When I could look at her properly.

She fell asleep with her head on my chest. I stayed awake longer, hand in her hair, already planning how I’d say it.

**Lena**

I woke up before the sun.

His arm was heavy across my waist. His breathing even. I lay there for a minute, memorizing the weight of it, the smell of his skin, the dull ache between my legs from how thoroughly he’d fucked me. Then I slipped out carefully. Dressed in the dark. Wrote the note on the back of a receipt from my bag because it was the only paper I could find.

I set it on the pillow where my head had been. Looked at him one more time—peaceful, younger in sleep—and left.

The Uber was already waiting downstairs.

**Chris**

I woke up to cold sheets and the note.

*Chris—*
*Last night was perfect. I’m glad we got that. I’m leaving for London this morning. Job offer I’ve been sitting on for months. Didn’t know how to tell you without ruining it. Take care of yourself. —Lena*

I read it twice. Then a third time. The apartment was quiet. Her bag was gone. The side of the bed where she’d slept was already cool.

I sat there with the receipt in my hand until the sun was fully up, her name still on my tongue, the words I’d planned to say that morning sitting useless in my chest.

She was already gone.

[THE CURIOUS ONE @Beniereiasf]

**Next Door, Neighbors with benefits**
part 7

She came over on a Friday with an overnight bag and a small, careful smile.

“I don’t want to do the angry part anymore,” she said in my doorway. “Can we just… be here tonight?”

**Chris**

I let her in. We didn’t talk much at first. She set her bag down, looked around the half-unpacked apartment, then walked straight to me and kissed me like she’d already decided. I kissed her back harder than I meant to. Hands under her shirt, mouth on her neck, walking her toward the bed we’d both been thinking about for a week.

It felt like the last time and nothing like it. Slower. She pushed me onto my back and rode me, palms on my chest, eyes open, taking me deep and rolling her hips until we were both shaking. I flipped her after, fucked her face-to-face with her legs locked around me, kissing her through it while she came—quiet, clinging, pussy pulsing tight around my dick. I followed right after, buried deep, staying there while I finished inside her, forehead pressed to hers.

After, we stayed tangled. Sweaty. Breathing hard. Her fingers traced the line of my shoulder. I almost said it then. The thing I’d been practicing in my head since she texted me back. That I didn’t want anyone else. That the new place was too quiet without her. That I was done fucking it up.

I didn’t. Figured morning was better. When it was light. When I could look at her properly.

She fell asleep with her head on my chest. I stayed awake longer, hand in her hair, already planning how I’d say it.

**Lena**

I woke up before the sun.

His arm was heavy across my waist. His breathing even. I lay there for a minute, memorizing the weight of it, the smell of his skin, the dull ache between my legs from how thoroughly he’d fucked me. Then I slipped out carefully. Dressed in the dark. Wrote the note on the back of a receipt from my bag because it was the only paper I could find.

I set it on the pillow where my head had been. Looked at him one more time—peaceful, younger in sleep—and left.

The Uber was already waiting downstairs.

**Chris**

I woke up to cold sheets and the note.

*Chris—*
*Last night was perfect. I’m glad we got that. I’m leaving for London this morning. Job offer I’ve been sitting on for months. Didn’t know how to tell you without ruining it. Take care of yourself. —Lena*

I read it twice. Then a third time. The apartment was quiet. Her bag was gone. The side of the bed where she’d slept was already cool.

I sat there with the receipt in my hand until the sun was fully up, her name still on my tongue, the words I’d planned to say that morning sitting useless in my chest.

She was already gone.

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I rode him slow at first, then harder. The car was rocking. Windows fogged. He had both hands on my ass, pulling me down every time I lifted. I was close when headlights flashed across us.

I froze. He didn’t. He kept thrusting up into me.

I turned my head. My husband’s car was parked twenty meters away. He was standing outside it, door open, just watching.

I should have stopped. I didn’t. I kept moving. The man under me noticed where I was looking and fucked me harder. I came with my eyes still on my husband, shaking, moaning, not hiding it...

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My Husband Saw Me With Someone Else

We had been fighting for weeks. He kept working late. I kept going out more. One Friday he said he was staying at the office. I didn’t believe him, but I also didn’t care.

I went to a bar alone. A man sat next to me. Late thirties, calm, expensive watch. We talked. He bought me another drink. His hand ended up on my thigh under the counter. I let it stay there.

He asked if I wanted to leave. I said yes. We went to his car. He drove us to a quiet parking lot behind an old building. No one around.

He pulled me into the back seat. I climbed on top of him, dress already up. He pushed my panties aside and slid inside me while I was still kissing him...

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I kept massaging. My hands were shaking a little. She turned her head and looked at me.

“You can go under the robe if you want,” she said quietly.

I slid my hands under it. Her skin was warm. I massaged her lower back, then her sides. When my thumbs brushed the sides of her breasts she made a small sound and didn’t tell me to stop.

I moved lower, over her ass. She lifted her hips slightly. I pushed the robe up completely. She was naked underneath. No panties.

I hesitated. She reached back, took my wrist, and guided my hand between her legs. She was already wet.

“Please,” she said.

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The 22-Year-Old Who Took Care of the 45-Year-Old Woman

I had been working for her for almost a year. Cleaning the house, running errands, sometimes cooking. She was 45, divorced, lived alone in a big house. Always polite, always paid on time.

One afternoon I finished early. She came home from work looking tired and asked if I could stay a bit longer and give her a shoulder massage. She said her back was killing her.

I said yes. She went to her room and changed into a loose robe. When she came back she lay face down on the bed and told me to start.

I put my hands on her shoulders. She sighed. After a few minutes she said, “Lower.” I moved down her back. The robe had slipped open a little. I could see the side of her breast and the curve of her hip.

She didn’t fix it..

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He leaned in and kissed me. Slow at first, then deeper. I kissed him back. His hand slid up my thigh under my dress. I was already wet. He felt it and groaned into my mouth.

I climbed on his lap. He pulled my dress up and my panties to the side. I reached between us, freed him, and sank down on him in one slow motion.

He filled me completely. I started riding him right there on the couch, trying to stay quiet because my friend was sleeping down the hall. Every time I dropped my hips he gripped my ass and pulled me down harder..

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I Didn’t Sleep Alone That Night

My husband was away for work. Three days. I had told myself I would just stay home, watch something, go to bed early.

Around 9 p.m. my friend texted. She was having people over, nothing big, just drinks. She said I should come so I wouldn’t be sitting alone.

I went. There were six of us. Her brother was there too. I had met him a few times before. He was 28, quiet, always watching more than talking.

We drank. People left one by one. By midnight it was just me, my friend, and her brother. She went to bed. He stayed in the living room with me.

We kept talking. The lights were low. At some point he moved closer on the couch. His hand rested on my knee. I didn’t move it...

[THE CURIOUS ONE @Beniereiasf]

**Next Door, neighbors with benefits**

part 6
I used my spare key because he’d given it to me three days ago like it meant something.

The apartment was dark except for the bedroom light. I heard them before I saw them—Ariana’s familiar laugh, low and breathy, then Chris’s groan. The same one he made with me.

**Lena**

They were in his bed. Her on top, dress bunched around her waist, his hands on her hips. She saw me first. Froze. He turned his head a second later, eyes going wide.

“Lena—”

I didn’t stay to hear the rest. Just backed out, dropped the key on his counter, and left. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely get my own door open. I grabbed my jacket and walked. Ended up at the bar three blocks down, the one Ariana and I went to sometimes. Ordered whiskey. Then another.

Ethan called on the third drink. I answered because my fingers were clumsy and because I wanted someone—anyone—who wasn’t Chris.

“You sound fucked up,” he said.

“Come get me.”

He did. Found me on the sidewalk outside, steady enough to stand but not to think. “I’m taking you home,” he said, arm around my waist.

He didn’t. The hotel was closer to the bar. I knew it when the elevator opened on a floor that wasn’t mine. I didn’t argue. Let him walk me inside, let him sit me on the edge of the bed. My head was spinning. My chest hurt worse than the alcohol.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he said, crouching in front of me. “Just sleep it off.”

I nodded. Then I kissed him anyway. Messy. Angry. He kissed me back, careful at first, then less so when I pulled him closer. His hand slid up my thigh. I let it. I was wet—not for him, not really—but my body didn’t care. I just wanted to stop feeling the image of Ariana on Chris’s dick.

We didn’t get far. His phone buzzed. Then mine. Then a hard knock on the hotel door.

Chris.

**Chris**

I found her location still shared from last week. Didn’t think. Just drove.

The hotel hallway smelled like carpet cleaner. I knocked once. Then harder. Ethan opened the door shirtless, jaw tight. Behind him Lena was on the bed, dress twisted, eyes red.

“Get out,” I said.

Ethan didn’t move. “She’s drunk. She called me.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” I looked past him. “Lena. Now.”

She stood. Unsteady. Walked to me without looking at Ethan. I took her wrist—not rough, just firm—and pulled her into the hall. Ethan said something. I ignored it. Got her in the car. She didn’t speak the whole drive. Just stared out the window, mascara smudged, smelling like whiskey and someone else’s cologne.

At my place I parked and turned to her.

“Ariana texted me,” I said. Voice low. “Said you told her we were just fucking. Said she wanted to know if I was as good as you made it sound. I shouldn’t have let her in. I know that.”

Lena laughed once. Broken. “You fucked my friend.”

“Yeah.”

“And I almost fucked Ethan.”

“I know.”

We sat there. Engine off. Her breathing uneven. My hands tight on the wheel.

“Take me home,” she said finally. Quiet. “My home. Not yours.”

I did. Walked her to her door. She didn’t invite me in. Just took her key back from where I’d left it earlier and closed the door in my face.

I stood in the hallway for a long time after. Listening to nothing through the wall.

[THE CURIOUS ONE @Beniereiasf]

**Next Door, neighbors with benefits**

part 6
I used my spare key because he’d given it to me three days ago like it meant something.

The apartment was dark except for the bedroom light. I heard them before I saw them—Ariana’s familiar laugh, low and breathy, then Chris’s groan. The same one he made with me.

**Lena**

They were in his bed. Her on top, dress bunched around her waist, his hands on her hips. She saw me first. Froze. He turned his head a second later, eyes going wide.

“Lena—”

I didn’t stay to hear the rest. Just backed out, dropped the key on his counter, and left. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely get my own door open. I grabbed my jacket and walked. Ended up at the bar three blocks down, the one Ariana and I went to sometimes. Ordered whiskey. Then another.

Ethan called on the third drink. I answered because my fingers were clumsy and because I wanted someone—anyone—who wasn’t Chris.

“You sound fucked up,” he said.

“Come get me.”

He did. Found me on the sidewalk outside, steady enough to stand but not to think. “I’m taking you home,” he said, arm around my waist.

He didn’t. The hotel was closer to the bar. I knew it when the elevator opened on a floor that wasn’t mine. I didn’t argue. Let him walk me inside, let him sit me on the edge of the bed. My head was spinning. My chest hurt worse than the alcohol.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he said, crouching in front of me. “Just sleep it off.”

I nodded. Then I kissed him anyway. Messy. Angry. He kissed me back, careful at first, then less so when I pulled him closer. His hand slid up my thigh. I let it. I was wet—not for him, not really—but my body didn’t care. I just wanted to stop feeling the image of Ariana on Chris’s dick.

We didn’t get far. His phone buzzed. Then mine. Then a hard knock on the hotel door.

Chris.

**Chris**

I found her location still shared from last week. Didn’t think. Just drove.

The hotel hallway smelled like carpet cleaner. I knocked once. Then harder. Ethan opened the door shirtless, jaw tight. Behind him Lena was on the bed, dress twisted, eyes red.

“Get out,” I said.

Ethan didn’t move. “She’s drunk. She called me.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” I looked past him. “Lena. Now.”

She stood. Unsteady. Walked to me without looking at Ethan. I took her wrist—not rough, just firm—and pulled her into the hall. Ethan said something. I ignored it. Got her in the car. She didn’t speak the whole drive. Just stared out the window, mascara smudged, smelling like whiskey and someone else’s cologne.

At my place I parked and turned to her.

“Ariana texted me,” I said. Voice low. “Said you told her we were just fucking. Said she wanted to know if I was as good as you made it sound. I shouldn’t have let her in. I know that.”

Lena laughed once. Broken. “You fucked my friend.”

“Yeah.”

“And I almost fucked Ethan.”

“I know.”

We sat there. Engine off. Her breathing uneven. My hands tight on the wheel.

“Take me home,” she said finally. Quiet. “My home. Not yours.”

I did. Walked her to her door. She didn’t invite me in. Just took her key back from where I’d left it earlier and closed the door in my face.

I stood in the hallway for a long time after. Listening to nothing through the wall.

[Zoe 💕 @Zoey_000001]

*My wife and I have been married for 17 years. Last month I found out my son is not my son.*

My wife and I have one child. One boy. 16 years old. My whole world.

Two weeks ago he fell sick. Really sick. High fever, wouldn't stop. We rushed him to the hospital.

The doctor said he needed blood. I said "Take mine, I'm his father, same blood group."

They tested me. Then they tested him.

Doctor looked at me weird and said, "Sir, you can't donate to him. Not just blood group. You are not a match at all. Like, zero."

I laughed. "What do you mean? He's my son."

Doctor said, "Sometimes for cases like this we do a DNA just to be sure. For medical history."

I did it. Just to prove him wrong.

3 days later the result came to my email. 2 AM. My wife was asleep next to me.

*Probability of paternity: 0.00%*

I didn't sleep for 4 days. I looked at my son. His laugh. His face that I've seen for 16 years. I was feeding a child that wasn't mine?

I didn't tell my wife. I packed the result. I waited until Sunday dinner. My son was in his room.

[Kira @Kira_vibes1]

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