When I first started my university degree, I considered myself a modest and relatively reserved small town girl. However that doesn’t mean I was naive. You see, I’ve always been aware of the ‘assets’ I have and of the attention that they attract. Genetically, I’ve been blessed with huge 32DD tits and peachy ass and let’s just say that they help me get my way in a lot of situations.

In my first year I’d moved into halls and ended up living with 5 guys and 2 girls. One guy caught my eye in the first week, but since we lived together and there were so many other other options on campus we were both distracted. I still couldn’t help but get a little wetter every time he’d walk into the communal kitchen.

Fast forward a few months and we had just gotten home from a night out, where I had been wearing very little and I could tell his eyes had been on me for a lot of the evening. Everyone had stumbled off to their rooms apart from us who where on the hunt for a snack. Slightly tipsy, we were flirting and gigging all over the place trying to keep in down as to not wake everyone up. Read more »

My first apartment in a big city was in a middle-class neighborhood of a major metropolitan area. It was a small apartment on the ground floor of a four-story building. The building was located near one of the city parks and birds singing were heard in the apartment every morning. My neighbors were middle-class families of all ages from young professionals to retired people who modestly lived their gold age years in the big apple of the middle east. On the first day in the department I heard cautious knocking on the door, I opened the door and saw a senior lady, she was very fit with colored hair of brown red tint. She said hello and introduced herself. She inquired about what may I need and investigated my apartment above my shoulder. I said that I’m a college student and this is my first day at this place. Besides the kitchen with major electric appliances, the apartment had some furniture, but no other stuff needed for a normal life. A couple of hours later the second time someone knocked on my door, I opened the and saw her again. She holds cardboard with a new set of beautiful china and several bags with bedding staff. I was very happy that during my first time in the apartment I would have everything for a comfortable living. In addition, she gave me a big package of buckwheat and explained that it is very nutritious. Read more »

So I have a couple weird kinky fetishes.. but one of them is an armpit one.

It started when I was with my most recent ex a year ago.. we had the house to ourselves and we were naked and just exploring each other and trying stuff out for a few hours. My tongue was EVERYWHERE. My face? Covered in her pussy juices lol. she definitely marked me as hers lol! And she swallowed ALL my cum. But anyway! Let me get on with the story!

She had trimmed her armpits a bit ago, and they started growing back. Just a little stubble but it was noticeable (winter lol, so she didn’t shave too often cause long sleeves), and as I’m exploring her body, my tongue makes it’s way there, just some fun, I love a little hair 😉 so I licked and well.. let’s say we we having so much fun that she was a bit sweaty.. and it tasted so good!!! Turned me on so much! Read more »

My manager was really the only reason I stayed at my job, I’d do anything for her, she was cute, but in the sort of way where you knew she’d be exciting in bed. I often enjoyed watching Hannah get pissed at someone on the phone in her office, it was hot, maybe it’s cos I wanted her to tell me what to do.

Then there was Sarah too. She was a dream, we’d had some encounters in the past at office parties and I was obsessed, I’d never been looked after like that. Her mouth is a treat, ugh. I’m swelling just at the thought of it.

Basically my office job consists of me day dreaming about them both, until one day Hannah asked me to poke my head into her office.

“Right, tonight we’re stopping late. I’m sorry, audits are due and I need you to stay behind to help. Grab Sarah too, I’ll get us a takeaway and a couple of Beers, we’ll get it done”.

“Yes ma’am, that sounds good” I replied. Read more »

So I tried out a new bar in my neighborhood and to my surprise it was actually nice! It’s the kind of place that you never buy your own drink but you buy drinks for others. I ended up getting soooo drunk! I was having a great time meeting new people when a guy who’s old enough to be my grandpa came over and slid his hands under my skirt. I was feeling frisky ,so I put my leg up on the barstool and he began fingering me in front of everyone guy on his side of the bar (about 4 guys) . They started whistling and cheering him on like they were at a the Super Bowl! Then the bartender became curious and wanted to know what was the big fuss. So we stopped before she could come to the other side of the bar… he put his finger in his mouth and licked them both! Later on I found out that his name was Scott… Something tells me he might be there again tonight if I go.

Skip to the ——————— part if you don’t want to hear my justification/ context
Just a brief context so that wouldn’t seem too taboo. So I am a 45 years old woman, separated from my daughter and my ex-husband for the past few years since I could not live with him under the same roof anymore. The problem of getting married to a lawyer was that you always have to draw a line between right and wrong and sometime it got your life a bit too overwhelmed. I am also told by my friends that I need to get rid of that tough facade, tried to be more open toward men that approached me. But I think due to the nature of my work (I used to be the head of HR dept), it really had an impact on how I looked at people (especially men).
After a while, the stress got better of me and I have decided to quit my job, used all my saving to pay for a small downtown apartment so that I could remove out from the 2 bedroom apartment I got from the divorce (Never told any one about this too). Use the leasing money to pay for my simpler but happier live. But that’s enough about me I guess.
I have a sister who is 5 year older than me, in her 50s and she is such a sweet and loving person. She adopted Harry (my nephew) from an orphanage when he was 5 yo and had nurtured him into such a fine young man. That even gained her a lots more respect from me and we do believe that we have done everything so that Harry could felt that he is loved as a part of the family. I didn’t know what Harry thought of me until the incident happens but I do think that I have played my role as an aunt perfectly even though I didn’t spend a lots of time near him.
All until a few days ago, my sister invited me on a family get away trip. The trip would be a week long vacation to Bali. We got our own resort mansion and I only got to share the space with my sister, her husband, Harry and his closest friend – Dave. The occasion was to celebrate the 2 of them getting into University and also sister birthday was happens to be in October. When we got to our resort, there were only 2 br so I happily opted to stay in the spacious living room and sleep on the massive couch.
The problem (which I assume that I created) started from now. At first, it was a bit uncomfortable since I felt really left out from the fun while we were on our feet exploring the island. But thank to Harry and Dave, they really did try their best to lift my mood up with all the encouragement and silly jokes and it sure did wonder to my mentality. I think this really the turning point of the trip since when people got me to open up, I got comfortable and started going with the flow and this was a bad – like really bad bad decision. During the 2nd night at the resort, we got ourselves a seafood feast on the private poolside and while my sister, her husband me were busy stuffing our stomach with oysters and lobsters, the two young men decided to put on a silly show of acrobatic diving – dead dive? – as they said. The goal was to perform the most silly jump that one could from above into the pool and my goodness it was hilarious. At around 9pm, my sister and her husband headed to the hotel lounge for some more drink. I was asked to join them but I passed the offer since I have had my handful of alcohol already. The two boys were still at it and after seeing me being lazy on the poolside chair:
“You are missing out, aunt Liz” – said Harry
“I would like to …” – didn’t let me finish the sentence, I got splashed by a huge wave of pool water all over me and it got me fuming, but in a good way. I screamed and started fighting back and it ended up with me dragged into the pool by the two cheeky bastards. To be honest, it was a lot of fun when I got to do all the stupid diving stuff with them. But after a while, my drenched clothes was restricting my movement and I concluded that would be the end of the fun for me. I headed back to the bathroom, get a quick shower and called it a day at around 11pm. When I was about to sleep, I heard someone in the kitchen and when he walked past me, it was David. He asked if I wanted to switch place with them so that I would be able to sleep better on the bed instead but I refused. I would like the boys to get a huge bed for themselves since I fit in the couch just about right.
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I believed that it was past midnight that I got woken up by a strange sensation. The sensation of someone touching my asshole. I immediately open my eyes but it was darkness that surrounded the entire surface. My eyes had not adjusted to the dark yet so I didn’t know who was doing that and why. I recognised that my short pyjama bottom and my underwear had been pulled down to my ankle. I had not react yet, someone’s finger was still gently rubbing and circling my butthole. Not until I felt the finger slide down to my private part that I finally made a visible reaction. I turned on my back, tried to grab the hand and said STOP but quietly. It WAS Harry!. My nephew Harry was trying to finger me. We both froze, I had no idea and no response to such action. Harry just mumbled “Sorry” when I angrily told him to go to sleep. It took me a while to went back to sleep since something even worse had happen: I got horny from the sensation of being touched.
The next morning, I tried to play cool and act normal toward Harry but I could instantly sensed that something is not right with David with the way he looked at me. I spent the whole day questioning and finally, when I got a chance to meet David in person. I asked David about what they were doing the night before, but in a subtle way so that I could get some understanding on Harry action. At first he said that they were just fooling around, gaming and stuff but of course my facial expression insisted that I didn’t believe any of those. Finally, David confessed and I still shocked at his response until today.
“We had a few shots of alcohol and decided whoever sneak out and got a taste of your pussy and asshole first would win” Read more »