My boyfriend decided to have a night owl party with his friends. He took advantage of his parents' trip and arranged for everyone to bring their computers and play games all night. Coincidentally, it was the weekend I was there too. He asked if it was okay, and I promptly said no. I knew his friends and always enjoyed watching them having fun.On Saturday, it was still 8 p.m., but the lights were all off. The five of them were in the kitchen screaming and laughing, and I was in the bedroom watching TV. Some time later, I decided to go to the kitchen and watch their game. I sat next to my boyfriend, and we stayed there for a few minutes. We always like to do things in public, so I knew I had the freedom to do what I did at the time.
My boyfriend decided to have a night owl party with his friends. He took advantage of his parents' trip and arranged for everyone to bring their computers and play games all night. Coincidentally, it was the weekend I was there too. He asked if it was okay, and I promptly said no. I knew his friends and always enjoyed watching them having fun.
My husband, as usual, gets together with friends for a beer after work and comes home at about 8 o'clock... and usually in a normal state... and that day they had some kind of drinking party at work on the occasion of the delivery of a very important facility, I call and he tells me that he will be there in half an hour, I hear in the receiver that there is no voice at all, then someone takes the phone
I never imagined I’d let it go that far with my manager, but it happened a few weeks ago during an overnight shift at the office. I’m 27, been working as a marketing coordinator for the company for three years, and David has been my direct boss the whole time. He’s 38, confident, sharply dressed, with that authoritative tone that always made my stomach tighten a little. We’d flirted harmlessly for months: lingering looks during meetings, late-night texts about work that slowly turned personal, compliments that felt too intimate.
My mother and father had two of us - me and my younger sister. We always lived very amicably. We practically never hid anything from each other and were not embarrassed. At the time I want to tell you about, Lenka was eighteen and I was twenty-five.
I'm going to tell you the true story of how I became the owner of my mother's friend's ass. This woman, I'll call her "S," has always been quite naughty. I remember when I was a kid, I would secretly overhear her talking dirty among a group of my mother's friends. And when I was about 16, she had some really unusual games, lol. She would suddenly come into my room and say, "Aaah, I almost caught you playing bingo outside." But for some reason, my family and hers drifted apart when I was 18, and I haven't seen her in person since.
Ever since I met my tattoo artist about 5 years ago, we've always clicked. I'm a girl who likes to flirt and joke around with my friends, and he gave me the confidence to do that from the start. The first time was in a studio that was lent to him, since he was from out of town.The second time he tattooed me was in that same borrowed studio. There were other people, so we all interacted a bit. But my second tattoo was on my leg, so he laid me on my side to do it and positioned himself behind me. I noticed his erection when I turned slightly and felt how close he was to me.
Alma and Max met to study in the university library. It wasn't the first time; their friendship began at the beginning of the semester, and they regularly spent the afternoon solving exercises, reviewing notes, and chatting. Max had begun to develop feelings for her, but Alma was a shy and reserved girl who avoided very personal topics. One afternoon, while talking about her dreams and interests, she felt comfortable revealing a side of herself she usually keeps hidden.
I've always enjoyed exhibitionism and voyeurism, but I've never been open enough to another man to really talk to him before my husband. We have great chemistry in every way.However, my fetish is limited to women. I have no desire to have a threesome or have sex with another woman, but the idea of being watched by another woman and observing her has always fascinated me. I told him I wanted to make love with another woman watching, but without her directly participating, to take a shower together—in short, to have a friend to share glances and admiration with in a more intimate way. He said this required extreme trust from the person I invited to avoid unnecessary exposure. I agreed.
I don't usually reread my stories. Once they're published, I let them go. But there's one in particular that holds a side story I never wrote... until now.It was with "My Husband Plants the Idea of Sleeping with Someone Else." A text born of doubt, excitement, and provocation. I just wanted to explore that disturbing fantasy: that the desire for another doesn't come from us, but from the one we love.
Hello, I'll start by introducing myself. I'm Gil, 34 years old, and today I'm going to tell you a funny story that happened to a college friend's mother a few years ago.It all started when my friend Flavia (fictitious) invited me to her birthday party at a bar here in our city. The party was very lively with many of Flavia's friends, some of whom I already knew.A little later, around 10 pm, his mother, Fátima (fictitious) arrives bringing the cake and a beautiful, toned and tanned body (natural) that caught attention.
In the early 2000s, I worked at a higher education institution recognized for its high standards of teaching and religious strictness. Thanks to my administrative expertise, I eventually landed the position of director of education. During this period, a professor was found kissing and half-naked with one of the students inside the university.