I thought those few days together would be something I’d eventually look back on as a crazy experience, but I was wrong. I keep replaying little moments in my head, the way she kissed me, how effortlessly she made me feel comfortable, and how neither of us seemed to get enough of each other.
A few days later, we met again, and I realized I wasn’t just craving the physical intimacy anymore. I missed her touch, her laughter, her warmth, and the way she looked at me. What started as curiosity was slowly becoming something I wasn’t prepared for. And honestly? I wasn’t sure I wanted it to stop.
Had my first full lesbian experience with a friend. Went from making out on the couch (all id ever done with a woman before then) to fingerings and eating pussy within an hour. She was amazing about it and kept saying we can go as far as you want or stop whenever. Yeah we didn't stop and had sex several times over a few days.
Confession: I thought it would be weird. But nothing about it was weird. Not worshiping her huge breasts or walking around in broad daylight nude or having our hands all over each other or eating her out or her eating me out. None of it. I loved it ALL. I think she did too, at least I hope she did.
My sister-in-law
My nephew slept over last night… I didn’t get much sleep and all 3 kids were up at 6am on a Sunday… my wife told me to go back to sleep so I went back in bed and tried to fall asleep… I tossed and turned for a while but couldn’t fall asleep. I eventually dozed off and immediately hear my phone buzz.
Person seen in driveway on the camera. My wife’s car is gone and someone’s walking inside. It’s my sister in law. I thought that was weird so I head downstairs in my sweatpants and no shirt. House is as quiet as an empty church. I turn to the living room and see my sister in law sitting on the couch. “What the hell are you doing here?” And she said “I came to get my kid but no one’s home” I check my wife’s location and she’s heading towards the supermarket. “I guess they went grocery shopping” and I check the camera to see when they left. Only 5 min ago. They’re gonna be at least an hour… my heart instantly starts racing. “Looks like they’re gonna be a while” and she responds “what the hell. I would’ve slept later” I laugh and said “yea I tried that and it didn’t work.”
I glance over and see she’s wearing loose sweatpants and a big sweatshirt. She instantly notices and smiles. I just shook my head. “Had I known we’d be alone maybe I would’ve worn something more your style. But im pretty hungover” she giggled. “Yea that’s a shame” I said “coffee?” And she excitedly said “yes please!” I walk to the kitchen to make coffee and I hear her get up. I look over and she’s stretching big and her sweatshirt rides up exposes her flat belly and I’m instantly turned on. She does that quite often and something about that move she does gets me. Obviously doesn’t matter what she’s wearing. I stare and smile as she looks at me and says “shut up. Stop staring at me.” She sits back on the couch and I turn to the counter and put coffee on. I wait in the kitchen.
Getting knotted ruined me.
I recently stumbled upon dildos with knots at the base. I've never really been into furry porn or anything like that and I'm still certain that I'm not. However, I bought one to test out because I enjoyed the idea of being stretched like that at the base and just the idea of the
I don't want to be remembered as someone who had big dreams and plenty of explanations. I want to leave behind evidence that I tried, built, failed, learned and eventually changed something
“You’re 29 and you’ve never even had a boyfriend. Is something wrong with you as a woman?”
Those were my mother’s exact words.
I’m 29. I have a job, friends, travel alone, and enjoy my weekends. I’m not unhappy just because I’m single.
GIRL, LEAVE THE SHOE! 😭😭
Her life was on the line, but that shoe was clearly too expensive to abandon! 😂👠 She was determined to rescue it, even when every second counted.
Sometimes, the attachment to a good pair of heels is just unreal!
Megan Thee Stallion has officially confirmed her relationship with her gay stylist, Kellon Deryck! She shared adorable pictures of the two enjoying sweet moments together, including a romantic kiss. I’m genuinely happy for them and this beautiful reunion. ❤️
They went camping for a birthday. They never made it back. One mistake. One warehouse. One killer in a pig mask.🎬🍿
Would you stay together or split up?
They didn’t bring Wanda back. They just gave her to Doctor Doom as a power-up and undid her entire Multiverse of Madness ending in 10 seconds.
That’s not a return. That’s disrespect.
#VisionQuest
My friend came back from jail and fÙcked me r@w - Chapter 2
*Author’s note: All my characters are consenting adults (18+). All s3xual acts depicted are c0nsensual between the adult characters.*
**Chapter 2**
I woke up in his bed.
The sheets still smelled like him, clean sweat, the faint trace of prison that hadn’t fully washed off, and the deeper scent of a man who had spent a year locked away from everything soft. Calum was behind me, one heavy arm locked around my waist, chest pressed to my back. His breathing was slow and even against the back of my neck. For a few seconds I just lay there, feeling the solid weight of him, the dried mess on my lower back from the night before, the quiet of the apartment around us.
He had asked me to stay after the nightmare. I had stayed.
I carefully slid out from under his arm. He made a low sound but didn’t wake. I stood by the bed for a moment looking at him. The longer hair, the unshaven jaw, the thick muscle that hadn’t been there two years ago. The boy I used to know at parties was gone. What was left was harder. Hungrier.
In the kitchen I made coffee and sat at the counter drinking it black, staring at nothing. My body still felt the shape of him. The way he had ground against me. The broken sound he made when he came. I had always had a quiet crush on Calum, even back when he was still the preppy one with the clean polos and the easy smile. Now that crush felt heavier. More dangerous.
I heard the shower start.
Twenty minutes later he walked into the kitchen wearing only a pair of dark sweatpants, hair damp, towel around his neck. He stopped when he saw me.
“Morning,” he said, voice still rough.
“Morning.”
He poured himself coffee and leaned against the opposite counter. For a while neither of us spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable exactly, but it was full of everything that had happened in the dark.
“You didn’t have to stay,” he said eventually.
“You asked me to…”
He nodded once, looking down into his cup. “I don’t remember the last time someone did something like that for me without wanting something back.”
I didn’t answer.
Calum set the cup down and dragged a hand over his face. “About last night—”
“You don’t have to explain.”
“I do.” He looked at me directly. “I’ve been locked up for a year, Ash. No privacy. No touch that wasn’t either violence or nothing. Last night I… I used you. And you let me. I need to know you’re okay with that.”
I held his gaze. “I’m okay with it, you didn’t use me… I wanted it.”
Something shifted in his expression. Relief, maybe. Or something darker.
“Good,” he said quietly. “Because I’ve been hard since I woke up thinking about it.”
The air in the kitchen changed.
I set my own cup down. “Then what do you want to do about it?”
Calum pushed off the counter and walked toward me slowly. He stopped when he was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his bare chest. He reached out and rested two fingers under my chin, tilting my face up.
“I want to take my time with you,” he said. “Last night was desperate. This morning I want to feel every second of it.”
He kissed me.
It wasn’t careful. It was deep and open and a little rough, the first real kiss we had ever shared. I opened for him immediately. His hand slid from my chin to the side of my neck, holding me in place while he tasted my mouth. I could feel him getting hard against my hip through the sweatpants.
When he finally pulled back we were both breathing harder.
“Bedroom,” he said. “Mine.”
I followed him down the hall.
Calum closed the door behind us and turned to face me. He pulled the towel from around his neck and tossed it aside. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down. His cock sprang free, already fully hard, thick and heavy, the skin stretched tight. He wrapped a hand around it and stroked once, slow, watching my face.