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I fvcked her deeper, each thrust deliberate, the wet sound of her pussy filling the quiet room.
She stopped trying to be quiet. A real moan slipped out, then another. On the other side of the wall his breathing turned ragged. We heard the soft, rhythmic sound start up again skin on skin. He was jerking off, right there, inches away, matching our pace.
Her eyes went wide. She looked at me like she couldnât believe it was happening, then clenched hard around my cock.
Oh my god, she whispered, voice shaking. Heâs doing it again. Heâs stroking his cock to us.
She pulled me down and kissed me messy, then spoke against my mouth while I kept moving.
Harder. Make the bed hit the wall. I want him to lose it.
I did. The frame knocked once, twice. She cried out, not holding back. His rhythm on the other side stuttered, then sped up fast and desperate. A low, strained groan came through the wall unmistakable.
He was cumming.
She came with him. Her whole body locked up, pussy pulsing around me as she moaned into my neck, shaking through it while we both listened to him finish. The sounds next door faded into heavy breathing, then silence.
She stayed wrapped around me, panting, eyes glassy with shock and arousal.
We just made him cum again she said quietly. He heard everything. And I⊠I came because of it.
She looked at the wall, then back at me, still full of my cock, curious and a little scared.
What do we do now?
I gave her what she asked for.
I pulled back and thrust in harder. The bed knocked against the wall once sharp. She moaned, too loud, then slapped a hand over her own mouth, eyes wide and locked on the wall.
We both froze, listening.
For a few seconds there was nothing. Then a soft shuffle. The creak of a floorboard right on the other side. He was closer to the wall now. Closer to us.
Her pussy clenched hard around me. She looked at me, breathing fast, a mix of panic and pure heat in her eyes.
Heâs right there, she whispered against her hand. He moved closer.
I stayed buried deep, not moving. We could hear him breathing, faint but there. She slowly took her hand off her mouth. Her lips were parted. She was shaking.
Donât stop she said, so quiet I almost missed it. Fvck me. I want him to hear it properly this time.
I started moving again, deeper, the wet sounds impossible to hide. She didnât cover her mouth. A low, broken moan left her on the next thrust. On the other side of the wall his breathing got heavier.
She wrapped her legs tighter around me and pulled me in, curious and reckless.
Heâs listening to every inch she gasped. Keep going. Letâs see if he cums again.
The wall felt thinner than ever.
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High school crush (21F) sucked my (22M) big, virgin dick while âon breakâ with her boyfriend
So, I was a virgin throughout high school and college. I have a lot of insecurities; Iâm 5â8, kinda skinny-fat, autistic, socially awkward, okay face I guess. I had a Minecraft YouTube channel for longer than Iâd like to admit, and I still stutter in front of customers at my service job once or twice a day, to give you an idea of my dorkiness, haha.
I do, however, have a very above-average cock. My erect length is just under 8 inches, and my girth is 5.6 ish. According to [calcsd.info/](calcsd.info/), that puts me in the top 1%, which is kinda crazy to think about, haha. Of course, itâs not like people really *knew â* on the rare event dick size came up, Iâve always avoided saying anything, anyway.
So, all those years, I had several great male and female friends, one tiny week-long relationship where we kissed once, and I just watched a lot of porn, otherwise.
In high school, one of the girls I had a BIG crush on was Angela. (Not her real name!) She was bubbly, popular, in all kinds of extracurriculars...And just REALLY hot. 5â2 Filipina girl who always has her hair and nails and makeup done, and her body is INSANE. Like, pornstar-level big tits, to be honest, especially when she wears a tighter shirt. Sheâs slim-thicc with a really nice ass and hips.
We talked here and there, and there was one time when she sorta squealed over a performance I did â she was probably just being her sweet self, and it wasnât a sign of interest, but, well, who knows. She ended up dating one of the taller, more athletic guys, anyway, and she stayed with him for years.
Fast forward all the way past college, and Iâm living with my parents hours from my old hometown, working retail and doing my best to keep up with long-distance friends. The other day, I drive out to the city and end up pregaming at a friendâs house for a show â and, holy shit, ANGELA IS THERE!
Sheâs in a super tight long-sleeve with LOTS of cleavage on display. Her tits literally jiggle if she moves suddenly enough. A little bit of tummy showing, tight jeans...
I donât usually drink much, but I surprised my friends by having a shot right away. I was SO nervous. But after the buzz set in, I thought, yâknow what, fuck it. Iâm a 22-year-old virgin, and life is short.
Letâs see if something happens!
I awkwardly shuffle in with Angelaâs group, and she hugs me the moment she sees me! Now, I had a strategy in mind; focus on HAVING FUN. A friend of mine who actually got his first girlfriend recently suggested that the best rizz comes from dicking around and being open.
So, when Angela brought up anime, I joked that Iâve only seen a few hentais, and teased her for watching ânormieâ anime. I also admitted that she made me nervous, something Iâd usually try to hide. And the conversation went SO. WELL. We were laughing, and showing each other weird stuff from our camera rolls, and she was honestly so fun to be around! Oh, and I found out that she and her boyfriend were âon breakâ after a big fight. Good enough for me, haha.
We see the show, bar-hop a bit, even DANCE a bit, which was a little scary and different for me â and then me and Angela end up in the back of a car, her friend in the driverâs seat saying we could crash on her couch.
Oh, fuck.
Part of me wanted to back out, but I did my best to tell that part of me to SHUT UP, and I pushed through. My face was probably so red.
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This is the peak of adult friendship and I will not be taking questions. đ
Iâve been working at this company for almost four years, and Iâve always tried to keep my professional and personal lives separate. But something happened last Friday that I havenât been able to get out of my head.
It was almost closing time when I returned to the office to pick up a document I had forgotten. Most employees had already left, and the building was unusually quiet.
As I walked past the HR managerâs office, I noticed the door wasnât completely closed. I was about to knock when I heard familiar voices.
One of them belonged to my married female co-worker, Vanessa. The other was unmistakably our HR manager, Mr. Collins.
Curiosity got the better of me, and when I glanced through the partially open door, I caught my married co-worker giving HR a âBâŠJâ đ±
I froze. I couldnât believe what I was seeing. Vanessa had been married for six years and constantly talked about how much she loved her husband. Mr. Collins, on the other hand, was the same man who regularly reminded us about workplace ethics and professionalism.
I quietly walked away without announcing my presence.
But the following Monday, something strange happened. I had a meeting with HR concerning my pending promotion, and Mr. Collins suddenly became unusually friendly.
He even asked whether I was happy with my current position and whether there was anything the company could do to make me more comfortable.
Thatâs when I began wondering whether he suspected that I had seen what happened.
Now, I feel like Iâm holding information that could change the way things work around here. Part of me thinks I finally have an advantage with HR, especially after the way Iâve been treated over the past few months.
But another part of me knows this could become a very messy situation.
I havenât told anyone what I witnessed, and Iâm certainly not interested in becoming the office gossip.
However, I refuse to let anyone use their position to manipulate me.
Now Iâm wondering: Should I confront Mr. Collins, report what I witnessed, or simply stay out of their private business?
What would you do in my position?
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THE DAY THE POOR MAN BOUGHT THE ENTIRE VILLAGE
PART 4: THE BILLIONAIRE'S DARKEST SECRET
The palace was filled with tension.
Daniel stood motionless, staring at the elderly billionaire who had just introduced himself as his biological father.
Please, sir," Daniel said with a trembling voice. "I have suffered for years. I deserve to know the truth. What exactly happened 35 years ago?
The old man took a deep breath.
My name is Mr Richard Anderson. Thirty-five years ago, I was one of the most successful businessmen in this country. I fell in love with your mother, Mary, but my family rejected her because she came from a poor background.
He paused.
When your mother became pregnant, my younger brother, Robert, threatened to destroy our relationship. He wanted my entire inheritance. One night, he arranged for me to be kidnapped and told everyone that I had died.
Daniel couldn't believe his ears.
Then how did you survive?
I escaped, but by the time I returned, your mother had disappeared. I searched for her everywhere. I eventually discovered that she had married another man, your father, who raised you as his own son.
Daniel wiped his tears.
So the man I called Daddy was not my biological father?
Richard nodded.
He wasn't your biological father, but he was a true father. He protected you, raised you and loved you when I couldn't.
For the first time, Daniel smiled through his tears.
My father may not have given me his blood, but he gave me his heart.
Suddenly, Richard turned towards Angela.
Now, tell your brother what you did with the money Robert gave you.
Angela began shaking.
Chief Williams had already been taken aside by security, and the villagers were listening carefully.
Angela finally confessed.
Robert paid me to steal Father's original land documents. I gave them to him. But I never knew he planned to kill the man who raised us.
Daniel looked at her with disappointment.
You sold our family's future for money?
Angela fell to the floor, crying.
Before anyone could speak, Richard's personal assistant rushed into the palace.
Sir! We have a serious problem!
Richard turned around.
What is it?
The company records have just been hacked. Someone has transferred billions from your business accounts, and the person responsible is...
The assistant looked at Daniel.
Daniel stepped forward.
Who did it?
The assistant swallowed hard.
Your biological father's younger brother, Robert. He has also escaped from police custody.
Richard immediately ordered his security team to lock down the palace.
But then Daniel's phone rang.
It was an unknown number.
He answered.
A familiar voice spoke quietly.
Hello, Daniel. I know you're enjoying your new family reunion. But there's something you should know...
Daniel froze.
The caller continued:
Your biological father is not the only person who has been lying to you. The man you called your father left behind a secret that could destroy everything.
The call ended.
Daniel slowly lowered his phone.
He looked at Richard.
Dad, what secret is he talking about?
Richard's face suddenly turned pale.
Daniel... there is something I never wanted you to discover
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The Mad King hated Tywin for a reason, and it led straight to the sack of Kingâs Landing
Aerys II always resented how much the realm loved his Hand.
Tywin ran the kingdom efficiently, built a fortune that dwarfed the crownâs, and had a lionâs name that terrified lords more than the kingâs did. Aerys turned petty, then cruel.
He refused Cersei as a bride for Rhaegar. He forced Tywin to stand at court while the kingâs jesters mocked him.
Eventually Tywin resigned the Handship and went home. When the rebellion finally arrived at the gates, Tywin showed up with his army, claimed heâd come to defend the king, and then sacked the city from within.
Aerys spent twenty years humiliating a man who could end him, and he was right to be afraid of him.
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MY GAY BOYFRIEND AND I FINALLY SLEPT TOGETHER⊠BUT HE SAID SOMETHING I WASN'T EXPECTING. đł
My boyfriend and I had been dating for eight months, but somehow, we had never taken things that far.
We kissed, cuddled, held hands, and spent nights together.
Last Friday, he came over after work. We were watching a movie when he rested his head on my shoulder.
"Can I ask you something?" he whispered.
"Anything."
"Are you ever going to stop being nervous around me?"
I laughed. "Maybe when you stop looking at me like that."
He smiled, pulled me closer, and kissed me.
One kiss became another, and before we knew it, the movie was completely forgotten.
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They wanted your name completely RUINED just to clean up their own mess.
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This is the guy who some fans say isnât in love with PâIng? Yok is madly, in fact, heâs very obsessed with his Phi.
#FoolInLove
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I fucked my best friend's husband while she watched.
I fucked my best friend's husband while she watched.
I'm a 58-year-old slut. In my early days I had a friend who was absolutely enamored with my journey. I'd come over to visit and she'd send her husband on errands or have him do some outside project so we could talk.
The conversation was mostly the same each time.
She'd ask how many since our last visit, who with, where we did it, what we did. She'd feign shock and disbelief; I'd go into elaborate detail. It was our thing.
When I was done, or when her husband got back, we'd talk about everything else going on in our lives.
This went on for years.
One day we were sitting there, and instead of our usual banter she looked at me and said, "Would you ever sleep with Frank? (For this exercise we're calling her Mable and him Frank.)
I was taken aback. "No, of course not," I said
Pounded my friend's wife at a party
It started out at a Halloween party thrown by a good friend. I attended as Ghost face, and kept the mask on most of the party. I saw my married friend, we'll call Maria. Maria was dressed in a black corset, white leggings, black heels with a bunny ear clip. I walked over and flirted a lil and eventually I showed my face, and she recognized me. We continued to flirt and joke until a vampire looking short guy came over it was her husband . He handed her a drink and went off. She sipped the drink then we parted ways.
About an hour later he is passed out on a couch, and she is sitting next to him angry that he passed out. I walked over and ask her to dance. She accepts and we dance. I've got her grinding on me, twerking, and more. I slid a finger down her leggings and feel she's wet. I say we need to go handle that.
She smiles and we sneak off. We are making our way out looking around for a secret spot. Finally we
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My wife called me at work one afternoon and asked me to come home immediately.
Me: âWhatâs wrong?â
Wife: âI need you to answer one question honestly.â
Me: âOkay. Whatâs going on?â
Wife: âDid you give anyone a key to our house?â
Me: âNo. Why?â
She went quiet.
Wife: âThen who has been entering our bedroom while weâre away?â
I laughed because I thought she was joking.
Me: âWhat are you talking about?â
Wife: âI found a glass of water on my bedside table this morning. I left the house yesterday with everything untouched.â
I drove home immediately.
When I arrived, she showed me something on her phone.
It was a photograph from our bedroom camera.
At 2:13 a.m., someone had entered our room.
And the person was wearing my clothes.
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I let my roommateâs dad cum in me
Since the very first day that I moved into my place, Iâve wanted to fvck my roommateâs dad. When I showed up, he was helping her unpack and carrying boxes around as if they were nothing. Before that day, I had no idea that I had such a thing for older guys doing heavy lifting around the house, but now nothing turns me on more.
For years, I had to stick to fantasies of him manhandling me with ease. I imagined calling him over to help with a broken oven while my roommate is out, and I imagined my roommate inviting me over to visit her place, then her dad fucking me senseless after sheâd gone to bed.
Last week, my wishes finally came true. He swung by to drop off some groceries for my roommate, but she was actually out on a date at the time. I think heâd been wanting to surprise her because he was clearly a little disappointed that she wasnât around. Of course, I was the perfect little host and invited him to sit down and have a cup of coffee before driving back home.
And what kind of host would I be if I left a guest in clear discomfort? It was obvious from the way he was sitting that he was a little on edge, so I sat down next to him and just gently settled my hand on his thigh.
He said we really shouldnât, but I could see the truth in his eyes, so I just promised that his daughter wouldnât be home for hours. Thereâs absolutely no way she would barge in and catch her roommate licking her fatherâs thick cock.
If Iâd known that was all it took to have him rip my clothes off, then I would have done it **ages** ago. In seconds, he was pulling my hair and guiding me like I was a girl that needed to be taught how to please a man. Iâve never been ridden quite so ruthlessly or held so gently in the same evening.
God, there are going to be a lot of guys in the future that owe him thanks. I definitely learned a thing or two, and Iâm looking forward to putting them to use. But first, I want to see just how close I can cut things with fucking my roommateâs dad before she catches us.
I always let him cum in me too. There is something so fucking hot about getting filled with his cum. Just knowing that she would absolutely freak out if she knew there was a possibility of me getting knocked up by him. I want to keep pushing the limits of risk. I want to talk to her while my pussy is dripping his cum. Idk why but that just sounds so hot to me.
Iâm thinking of maybe lying to him about her being out when sheâs really just studying in her room with her headphones on. I want to sneak him into my room and have him fuck me so hard the walls shake, then I want to hear his daughter pounding on the wall for me to keep it down because she assumes that I just brought some random guy home. Fuck, maybe Iâll even go out and have a chat with her while his cum is leaking out of me.
I (28F) watched my clients cum
Iâm a photographer in an area known for wealth and wineries, which is to say: 90% of the time, my job is to be beholden to the whims of insufferable bridezillas. I exaggerate, but you get the idea.
The other 10% donât pay as well, but are the more fun jobs⊠Simply because no âbig dayâ pressure means way less stress and a much more chill environment. Engagement photos, family portraits, graduation, etc⊠I wish I had more of these.
Somewhere along the way a few years ago, I had a client that I did engagement pictures for ask if I did boudoir. I didnât, but I was excited to try and she was an easy-going person, so I went along with it. I loved the experience.
Each year, Iâve been getting more of these requests through word of mouth (I do not advertise this service, and to be honest I donât think I ever will⊠even though I wish I did more of it). All of these requests have been women that wanted a surprise for their husband, fiancĂ©, boyfriend, etc. Always a lot of fun, and honestly one or two of those sessions are *just shy* of deserving their own post.
Two months ago, I had a new first: Would I do a couples boudoir shoot? After a few rounds of scoping it out, I agreed. The couple seemed nice and friendly, and I got the impression that they would be relatively reserved.
You clicked for the headline, so you know obviously I couldnât have been more wrong, haha. When we met⊠wow⊠both of them were incredibly sexy. Both had gorgeous faces⊠she was petite in every respect and he stood a foot taller than her, with a lean muscly build. But the thing that struck me the most was the vibe they gave off⊠*very* friendly and confident and inviting in a kind of way like *that* couple that approaches you at a bar. I could tell this was going to be a little too much inside their comfort zone.
We got started, and took everything pretty slow⊠lots of gorgeous pictures of them in bed, slowly working through each layer of clothing. My eyes mustâve bulged when he took his shirt off⊠and again when her bra came off later. The further along we went, the more the chemistry and tension between them couldâve started a forest fire. It slowly morphed from them taking instructions from me for very specific poses, to them doing their own thing, while I just captured the action. By now, the only clothes between them were his skin-tight boxer briefs and her lacy panties.
Through my viewfinder, I found myself staring the most at his massive erection. Even underneath his underwear, you could see exactly what it looked like⊠the shape of his coc*kâs head was clearly visible. Then I saw him reach down and place two fingers on her over her panties.
I told them to hold the pose⊠it was extremely erotic and they made it look effortless. After I took a few, he began to rub her⊠she smiled and looked at me and asked if they were crossing a line.
I just told them to pretend I wasnât here. He understood the permission and slipped his hand under her panties from her thigh⊠then put his fingers inside her.
She moaned⊠I was in ecstasy watching them. I tried to keep my breathing normal and remain as professional as I could⊠but I could feel myself getting wet. Thatâs when she looked at me again and said something like âI donât want to pretend youâre not here. I like that you are.â
He moved down and pulled off her panties with the help of his teeth. I asked them to hold the pose again, but it was getting harder for them to keep one pose for very long. I think that was the last time I attempted to interrupt or give instructions.
From there, it was all the tension in the room released at once. I found myself on the edge of the bed with them, taking pictures while he gave her or@l. She pulled his arms to summon him closer, and she helped him take his underwear off. His cock was perfect and sticky with precum.
Then they went for it. Wild, insanely passionate sÂŁx⊠not like anything Iâve ever experienced
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In a gay relationship, being a TOP isn't just a position - it's a role.
1. Lead the pace: You set the rhythm, but you don't just go. You read his body, check in, and adjust. Good tops are observant, not just dominant.
2. Own the prep & protection: You're usually in charge of condoms, lube, condoms, prep, and making sure everything is safe and comfortable. No shortcuts.
3. Provide safety: Physically and emotionally. A good top makes his partner feel secure enough to let go. That means communication before, during, and after.
4. Aftercare is your job too: Don't just roll over. Hold him, talk, clean up, get water. That 5 minutes after is what makes him trust you next time.
It's less about "being in charge" and more about being responsible for the experience.
Proud And Free
It was a Saturday in June, and Main Street in Columbus was closed for Pride.
Mikey had lived in Ohio his whole life, and this was the first year he brought his boyfriend home for it. They were holding hands, a little awkward, a little sweaty, because Mikey's mom was right there filming everything on her iPhone.
Look at my boys! she kept shouting.
Jake laughed. He was from Michigan, tall, quiet, wearing a tank top that said PROUD in faded rainbow letters that Mikey had bought for him at a thrift store two years ago when they first started dating.
They didn't have a big float or anything. They just walked. Past the church with the affirming sign, past the taco truck where they got their first date, past the hardware store where Mr. Henderson gave them both a high five.
At the end of the parade, there was a stage and a drag queen singing Dolly Parton. Jake pulled Mikey close.
You good? he asked.
Mikey looked around at his mom, his town, his boyfriend's hand in his and felt it all at once.
Yeah," he said. "We're free. We're really free.
And they were.





























