By Satisfied Husband. [google-translator] This story is 100% true. I have reviewed my personal diaries from the last 25 years to ensure the accuracy of my account for the period 2000-2025. In 1999, at the age of thirty, I met Helen, who would become my wife. We dated for a year before we got married. Both coming from strict catholic backgrounds, we did not have sex before our wedding night, other than mild groping. I was very nervous
Read moreBy Forthefunofit. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here Read Part 2 Here Read Part 3 Here Read Part 4 Here Read Part 5 Here ***** Part 6… “I’m pretty sure Randy knows about the three wishes rule.” “How is that possible after only Saturday and Monday?” “It was actually Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday.” “Four days in a row. I thought the limit was two?” I asked, dumbfounded by this new information. “I can only say no after they
Read moreBy toosalty. [google-translator] My name is Hitesh. If you do not know it, it can mean ‘one who thinks well of everyone, Lord of goodness,’ in other words, a well-wisher. My wife and I immigrated to Australia and escaped the tiring structure of Indian society only a few years ago, and we are still finding our feet. I have a very good job as an engineer working for a local council; government jobs are the best. As a
Read moreBy Forthefunofit. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here Read Part 2 Here Read Part 3 Here Read Part 4 Here ***** Part 5… When Leroy’s truck triggered the motion alarm on my phone that afternoon, I considered just ignoring it because Emily didn’t owe Leroy any wishes for a couple of days after having sex with him two days in a row. The problem was, I didn’t trust that kid. As soon as Emily had passed out snacks and
Read moreBy Forthefunofit. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here Read Part 2 Here Read Part 3 Here ***** Part 4… As soon as the door closed, I spoke up, “You’re not seriously considering asking him to give you an orgasm, are you?” “Spare me your mock indignation, John. We both know that without that little thing on your penis, you would be hard as a rock right now.” She was right about the hard cock. My cock was currently swollen
Read moreBy uppishcarrot. [google-translator] Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the little voice in my head, egging me on to ignore common sense, but I found myself completely naked, vulnerable, and exposed in a public place. I was so damned foolish even to put myself in such a position, as I frantically searched for my clothes, all my wife could do was look on and laugh at my pathetic display. She found my predicament utterly hysterical.
Read moreBy RSchwuler. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… That next morning, I woke up in the embrace of this giant. Before I opened my eyes, I felt his heavy limbs over mine, his steady warm snoring on my neck, his big belly pushing into me, and the tickle of his copious chest hair and pubic bush scraping against my back and ass. I had never slept next to someone so big before, and while I had
Read moreBy RSchwuler. [google-translator] There was no love lost between me and Roger Duffman. In college, we had loathed each other, running in the same circles but rubbing each other the wrong way. We belonged to rival frats, and while I was a co-captain of our soccer team, he had been a star of the rugby union and played club hockey. Unfortunately, he remained a fixture on the periphery of my post-collegiate group of friends, several of whom played
Read moreBy littlenick. [google-translator] Read The Exhibitionist 1: The Shower Block Here Read The Exhibitionist 2: The Nature Trail Here. ***** The Exhibitionist 3: The Delivery Boy… After my experience on the nature trail, something had changed in me. I no longer felt uncertain about my sexuality. Whilst I didn’t consider myself gay, I knew that no conventional straight experience could ever excite me nearly as much as my last two encounters had. Though they had been relatively tame
Read moreBy littlenick. [google-translator] Ever since high school, I’ve fancied myself a bit of an exhibitionist. I’ve always liked the idea of being naked outside in a public place, and the thrill of being seen or caught has always been a massive turn-on for me. Whilst I consider myself straight – I’ve only ever been with girls and have never so much as kissed another guy before – my fantasies always seemed to revolve around other men catching me.
Read moreBy Runtz3. [google-translator] It had been a long day. After work, I ran three hard miles on the treadmill trying to clear my head — but the second I stepped off, sweat-drenched and breathless, I heard her. “Hey, babe,” Jen called out. “I am coming in. I need to get ready,” she said. I pushed up my glasses and stood confused. “Remember? Laura’s divorce party tonight.” I’d forgotten, honestly. Some kind of women-only, low-lit club event. Probably cocktails
Read moreBy atlflirt. [google-translator] The days following that roadside encounter were a whirlwind of emotion. Sleepless nights where the mind replays moments, overanalyzing each word, each touch, searching for signs. I’d let my guard down, let Shelley back into the most intimate parts of my heart, but the weight of betrayal made it hard to breathe, hard to think. Leaving Shelley felt like the only option; a desperate attempt to reclaim the remnants of my dignity and peace. Packing
Read moreBy oggbert77. [google-translator] Read Part 1: The Ruler. Read Part 2: The Shave. ***** Part 3: The Bow… So there I was, naked as the day I was born, penis the same size as the day I was born, looking as helpless as the day I was born. Wet, exposed, hairless, emasculated, and ogled by the two most beautiful women I had ever met. Laughter rang in my ears. I felt all my blood rush to my face.
Read moreBy RSchwuler. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. ***** Part 3… For the next week, I refrained from jacking off and stayed away from Wolcott’s window. I put myself through some intense workouts at the gym, training with a particularly athletic friend of mine. He even had me spar in boxing gloves with him. I felt keyed up and strong. I was sweating testosterone. I was just as horny as I’d been the past few
Read moreBy RSchwuler. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… I left the window, where just inside Hugh Wolcott, the hateful old boogeyman of our neighborhood, continued to wobble his hips around and stew his cock in the guts of the former star quarterback Bruce Mitchell. The sight of the massive jock letting himself get roughly butt-fucked by the short old bastard had been outrageous to me, hideous, but mesmerizing. The wretched spectacle of it had inflamed me
Read moreBy RSchwuler. [google-translator] To say that Bruce Mitchell had been my childhood hero would not have been an overstatement. He was eight years older than me, and we grew up just a few houses down from each other on the same street. All of us neighborhood kids looked up to him. He had been the star quarterback of our high school’s football team and had gone on to play successfully in the Big Ten. He was lantern-jawed and
Read moreBy HurricaneThommy. [google-translator] It was well past midnight in the share house. The post-party mess lay strewn across the living room: half-eaten pizza, empty goon sacks, forgotten flip-cups. Most of the guests had stumbled home or passed out, but six remained- five housemates and Sydney. The boys: Josh, Marcus, Leo, Will, and Timmy — all close friends from uni, half-drunk and flopped across couches, beanbags, and the sticky floor. Sydney, perched elegantly on the edge of the coffee
Read moreBy Forthefunofit. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here Read Part 2 Here ***** Part 3… On the way to the car, we had to stop to tell Butch’s friends that he would be riding home with us. “Hey guys. You remember Needle dick from high school?” Butch said as we approached. There were three of them. All three of them had tormented me along with Butch back in high school. Tim Matthis, who had thrown me out of the
Read moreBy Better_Potential7990. [google-translator] Kenji never thought that inviting his wife’s old college friend to stay with them would change his life and his marriage forever. Derek was just visiting Japan for a few weeks. Suki had always spoken of him fondly, saying he used to help her with late-night studying, how they used to tease each other. Kenji, always trusting, never imagined there was anything beyond that. But when Derek walked through the door, Kenji felt something shift.
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. [google-translator] The classroom was empty when Thomas stepped inside. He lingered by the doorway for a moment, his eyes scanning the space. Rows of black-topped lab stations filled the room, each one marked with gas valves and rusted faucets, worn by years of student use. Though the hardware was modern–digital thermometers, microscope docks, updated safety gear–the old bones of the building were still there in the arched windows, high plaster ceilings, and crown molding that curled
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