I’m 22 [f], my bestie’s 23 [f], we’ve been tight forever, and her twin brother—god, he used to piss me off, but now he’s hot as hell. So I’m crashing at her place, she’s knocked out on the top bunk, I’m sleeping below, and he sneaks in—just a towel, fresh from the shower, dick bulging. I’m like, shit, and he’s kissing my neck, all quiet. I grab him—he’s big—and next thing I know, he’s fucking me, my first time ever. It won’t go in, I’m so wet but nervous, and by the third try, I’m shaking, holding my moan the best I can, freaking out she’ll hear. He’s slow, deep, breathing on me, then pulls out and cums all over my stomach—hot, sticky mess. Then she sneezes up top, and I’m losing it—did she wake up? He smirks and bails, I’m wiping it off with the blanket, heart pounding, and I can’t get it out of my head. @#forbidden love @#submission @#intimate stranger @#rough love

Nadine starts playing an addictive game on her phone which gives out a dare per week if you lose, and money if you win. It's possible to stop any time, but the woman gets addicted after winning 2 weeks in a row. Then, things take a turn when Nadine starts losing by Week 3. The game gives orders that are sexual and humiliating. The first one is “The loser can not wear sweaters" The next week is "The loser can only wear tank tops with no bra" for a week. We also see her go through a week where "The loser masturbates wherever and whenever she can" and see her carry out masturbating everywhere even at work while talking to her boss and at a restaurant

I’ve been wanting a cute succubus tattoo just above my vagina—you know, those sexy demon designs with little wings curling down. My go-to tattoo guy’s hands are insane with a needle, and I’m dying to see what else he’s good at. I hop on the chair, spread my legs wide, and tug my skirt and thong down just enough, showing my shaved pubic mound. He smirks, “Sweet spot,” and starts inking. The needle buzzes on my pubic mound, just above my pussy, and fuck, the vibration’s radiating down, getting me soaked. I’m gripping the chair, trying not to moan, but then he slides his fingers lower, teasing my clit, slow and slick, while still tattooing. “Gotta keep you calm,” he says, all smug, as I’m dripping, the buzz and his touch making me squirm. He slips three fingers inside me, stretching me, pumping deep, and I’m loving it, moaning, “Fuck, keep going,” my hips rocking against his hand. The needle’s sting mixes with the pleasure, and I’m so close, soaking his fingers, my thighs shaking.@#exhibitionism @#seduction @#public sex

Trapped in a haunted library escape room, I’m paired with a random girl named "Sarah"—dark hair, wicked smirk, a total flirt. What starts as puzzle-solving spirals into insanity when we cram into a hidden compartment, her ass grinding against me. With our group shouting clues inches away, her fingers unzip me, my hands plays her, and we ignite—frantic, soaked in sweat, jerking off each other. One wrong move, and we’re exposed. We pleasure in silence, all those little moans, controlling ourselves before they saw us. It was a total experience in escape room and I've been craving to fill her holes.@#exhibitionism @#thriller @#orgasm control

I am a bisexual man, but not out that I am interested in men. I was at my friend's apartment in Boston, who is straight, as we were catching up after not seeing each other for over a year. At that point, we had been drinking for a while so we talked a lot about sex and relationships. We got talking about sex with other people, and he asked me if I was dating anyone. I am not. I told him that I was curious about experimenting with a man and that I might be bi even though I definitely know I'm bi. He sort of laughed but then when he saw I was serious he stopped and asked me if I had ever done any thing with a man before and I said no. Later, he brought up me being curious again. After explaining that I’d like to try having sex with a man to see what it’s like, he told me I could play with his cock while we watched some straight porn together. I agreed...

Polina found an amulet that helped to inhabit the bodies of other people. She could have fun the way she wanted, and she slept with whoever she wanted, and she liked it. She was such a modest and quiet girl in class. But when she moved into the body, her modesty disappeared, she just became like that. The first person she moved into was a forty-year-old black mother, not too fat, with big breasts, Polina saw this woman in a bar, she wanted to be a mature woman.