Latest added Hard Erotic Stories
The Doctor Who Fucks Mature Women
It was late October, and I’d been seeing Dr. Elias Kane for routine check-ups ever since my divorce two years ago. He’s 38, tall, lean but powerfully built, with salt-and-pepper hair, sharp jawline, and those calm, commanding green eyes that always seemed to see right through my clothes. I’m 46, still in good shape—full breasts, wide hips, thick thighs—but after menopause hit, my body felt different: hotter, needier, more sensitive in ways I hadn’t expected. I’d catch myself fantasizing about him during exams, the way his gloved hands moved so confidently over my skin.
My Boss Fucked Me Like a Slave
I’d been working as his personal secretary for six months when it finally happened. Mr. Reynolds is 42, tall, broad, always in perfect suits that hide how built he is underneath—thick arms, powerful chest, the kind of man who commands a room without raising his voice. I’m 24, petite, with curves he never tried to hide staring at during meetings. The late nights at the office had been building tension for weeks: his hand brushing my thigh under the desk, whispered orders that sounded too intimate, the way he’d lock the door when it was just us.
I Gave It to the Muscular Repairman
The dishwasher had been leaking for days, and I finally called the building’s maintenance service on a sweltering Friday afternoon in June. I was home alone, working from my living room in nothing but a thin white tank top and tiny black yoga shorts no bra, no panties, hair tied up messily because of the heat. I’m 27, curvy in all the right places, and I knew exactly how I looked when the doorbell rang.
My Neighbor Fucked Me Hard
It was a scorching Saturday afternoon last July, and the whole building was empty because most people had gone away for the weekend. I’m 28, single, living alone on the third floor, and my neighbor from across the hall, Murat, is this 35-year-old divorced guy—tall, broad-shouldered, always shirtless in the hallway carrying groceries, with that thick bulge always visible in his sweatpants. I’d caught him staring at my ass in my tight leggings plenty of times, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t tease him on purpose, bending over slowly when I knew he was watching.
Mom's pity
Olga divorced her husband a long time ago for banal reasons - he drank, went out, didn't help, didn't take anyone into account and lived for his own pleasures. How many tears she shed, she kept hoping that he would come to his senses, start helping and feeling sorry - all in vain
Life values
I want to tell you one story that changed my attitude to such concepts as love, family relationships and friendship.Last summer, a young married couple I know, Ilya and Katya, invited me and my friend to relax at a resort by the sea (they managed to get discounted vouchers for a house for 4 people for 7 days
Look at my wife
I met Sergey on the Internet, in a chat. At first we talked for quite a long time on Telegram, he was very interested in the fact that my wife and I were having group sex. I sent him several rather explicit photos of my Olya, he was delighted with her, we discussed her charms, I told him about our adventures, about how she behaves during sex, about how she communicates with other men
Finally it happened
The story is absolutely true. I am a 28 year old guy. My wife is 27. We were visiting friends. During the day the girls drank wine. By the evening my wife was already well woozy. I was the first to go to bed.
In Lyudinovo Mash plant
I worked at a factory. The team was large and young. Work was in shifts.I went to work on shift. Everything was as usual. But new girls came to us. A couple. They were assigned to me. For an internship. The girls turned out to be normal, cheerful. However, it seemed to me that they had a close relationship with each other.
Sex with aunt
Hello, dear readers!I wanted to share my story, or rather, to speak out anonymously.It happened more than 10 years ago. I was a student then. On weekends I would “run away” from home to my aunt, who lived alone. She was a lonely woman, and her family life had not worked out. That’s probably why she was a nervous, twitchy little mouse, and her job as a teacher didn’t make her any more nervous.
