So horny at work I fucked him in the bathroom [FM]

It was one of those days. I was on a late night shift with a male co-worker, the office was completely empty. Just my luck. I was really feeling myself that day, despite wearing casual clothes. Out of complete, sheer-as-my-panties boredom, I had little better to do than flirt with my very attractive male co-worker. The best thing about it was, he always flirted back.

We had never really gone out or anything outside work. Until now it had always been heated glances shared across a room, or chance meetings that resulted in not so innocent make out sessions in the staff room.

*”Wanna have a quickie in the bathroom?”* I asked, straight up and coy. I could see the way he looked at me, and tonight’s late, uneventful shift was the perfect time.

With his just as sly yes, I sashayed my way out and waited for him inside the empty women’s restroom. He would follow in a few minutes, I knew. Not to long after, he found me inside and we started getting busy.

I undid his jeans, sat on the toilet and started sucking him off. The look on his face… how it instantly dissolved into ecstasy… the way he tilted his head back. Holy fucking hell.

I [F18] finger myself in the bathroom of my all-girls catholic highschool [F]

So I went to an all girl catholic school, wore the uniform, attended mandatory first Friday masses… y’all know the drill. I always made effort to look well put-together on the outside, when really my mind reveled in the pleasure it brought me whenever I acted naughty.

It was one of the last days of classes before our graduation. I was so ready to get out of there, so I could finally be the kinky bitch I always knew I was deep inside. At this point, going to class was just a formality. My mind wandered. Feeding it’s kinks and wondering into uncharted territory.

That day, I decided ‘fuck it’ and went commando. Who would bother dress-coding a graduating student anyway, right? We were in the middle of a physics lecture; our prof was a short, slightly rotund fellow who looked like a total nerd. The type that would sweat at the sight of a woman’s body. I wondered what it would be like if I suddenly flashed him. Hmm… could it be a accidentally? I could drop my books on the way out and bend over to pick them up so he’d catch a good look at my exposed cunt. The thought of it made me wet in my seat.

I [F19] won the race but lost my virginity [FM]

Hey there~!

I’m an asian-american from a quiet little town in the states, but who goes “home” to a large, bustling capital city in Asia every so often. While abroad, I love to immerse myself in their local motorcycle and legal street-racing scene. There’s one long stretch of highway in particular leading away from the city into the countryside that became a haven for hot rods and thrill seekers such as myself.

It was around 10PM on a Tuesday night, and my cousins (all older boys) dragged me out for a night on the town with them. I’m the youngest in the family, and the only girl. Growing up, I had more typically masculine interests, and I was just now finding out how much that turned on men.

I started riding motorcycles when I started high school, so by this time, I’d been riding for around four years. While I wasn’t able to bring my bike with me overseas, one of my cousins had a nice semi-automatic underbone that was pretty comfortable.

*”Ey, look. It’s the fresh grad!”* I heard someone call out. My cheeks pinked.

I [F21] cut class to fuck my FWB [FM]

Aside from the sex-capades, my best friend (turned friends-with-benefits) Mitch [M22] and I had a normal, stable relationship. I’d enthusiastically drag him to the latest indie film, and he’d bring me food hopping across the university town. Mitch was particularly fond of persian and indian food, and given how many times we went for shawama, I had developed a taste for it.

But that wasn’t the only taste I developed.

After we had broken down the friend wall and gotten more intimate, we couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other. There was something addicting about the feeling of skin on skin, of having bruised and swollen lips. My special favorite was walking into class freshly fucked, still a bit out of breath and with that half-smirk, half-smile on my face. We’d sit opposite sides of the classroom to avoid suspicion, but with sweat on my forehead and my hair smelling of men’s musk, I doubt it went without notice.

We had just wrapped up an afternoon movie at the nearby cinema and were walking back to the campus at a leisurely pace. I stopped to pet a stray cat.

How my [M22] bff and I [F21] became FWBs and fuck on campus [MF]

*(First post, hope you’ll all be kind please)*

We’ve always been wild, and I guess that’s probably why we were friends. I’ve never been the type to shy away from sexual experiences, and neither has my bff. While I gravitated to high-adrenaline activities like midnight street racing, he’d be hooking up with girls over Tinder night after night at some motel. I’ll call him Mitch for the sake of the story.

We go to the same university and major in the degree. I had an apartment unit in the vicinity of the campus, a little studio that fit a bed, a bathroom and a small kitchen I never used. I was also lucky enough to have no room-mates to share it with. After classes Mitch and I would go for a beer in one of the nearby bars to relax and blow off steam. He’d tell me about his latest conquests or newest campus crushes, as well as tease me about my lack of an exciting love life.