I was probably a senior in college. I was close to graduating and the homework at the time took over my life. If I was not in class, I was either at work or doing homework. I was living with my girlfriend at the time. We stayed in a whole house with multiple rooms by ourselves.The house belonged to her family but they stayed out in the suburbs and would normally rent out this house my GF needed a place to stay while she was looking for something more permanent. I was technically not fully living there, but the house was between work and school so I always crashed and my GF didn't mind it. She actually just pushed me to move my stuff in.Several months in, my GF comes to me and asked me if it was okay if her cousin moved in with us for a bit. Her cousin was having issues at home with her parents and she just needed a place to stay before she moved to college in the Fall. I was fine with it, but I also couldn't argue against it, it was not my house and I am also a very caring and helpf

Right away, I put my mouth over her panties. The thought of her panties in my mouth was a turn and I finally pulled them aside and saw her pussy. she had some hair on it but looked trimmed. Without hesitation, I dove into her pussy. With a mouth full, I massaged her labia and played with her clit and then pressed my tongue inside her pussy to get a better taste.She moaned loudly, "This is the first time anyone has ever eaten me out!"She definitely tasted different compared to my GF. Maria's pussy had a sweetness to it that had me wanting more and more.I kept eating her out for a couple of minutes until she finally orgasmed. She was trembling after I was done, I sat up and she was thrusting her hips while rubbing her pussy. She had this embarrassed look on her face but it was obvious that she was taken over by her horniness. She said that her orgasm felt different compared to when she played with herself. I finally pulled my dick out and I started jerking it. I really wanted to fuck

My husband is a sweet man, a good man, we've been together for 5 years, we have 2 children, and our first came very quickly into the relationship, needless to say, right from day one, we didn't get a lot of alone time.To top off covid mania, sleepless nights with crying children, and busy schedules, my husband also works shift work, two weeks away at a time, and when he's home, he runs a full-time business. Last year, everything culminated after our son was born, at the height of the first lockdowns, where we live, and our relationship grew tense.It's been a long year of ups and downs, but mostly, a long year of learning that if we want our relationship to survive, and thrive, we needed to seek outside help. Therefore, we got a therapist, and one of the issues I mentioned in our short bio to her, was that we needed help in the bedroom.In the last two years, there hasn't been much more than once or twice, where my husband and I actually took our time to enjoy each other physically,

The hardest thing about moving to a new town is the new school. I never wanted to leave my old school, but my dad got transferred here, and I had to leave all my friends behind. It was hard making friends in the first place for me as I was such an outcast. People found me weird for reasons I didn’t understand. This school wouldn’t be any different. We shifted easily, sending our stuff first through a friend of my dad, then we came two days later so most of our stuff was already unpacked. We arrived late at night. We had dinner and then mom asked us to go to bed since our first day of school started in the morning. I was nervous in the morning when I woke up, wondering what rumors the kids would spread about me in this school. I got ready in plain jeans and a T-shirt. Nothing too revealing. I said bye to mom, then got in the car with my dad and brother. The building of the school was just like any other. Plain brown. I got out and started walking in towards the receptionist’s des

Adam has been alone for as long as he could remember. He didn’t have any friends. He was a loner his whole life. In school, kids bullied him, either for his looks or for his nerdiness. He had always been good in studies, a straight-A student. Maybe that’s why he had no friends, and he always felt so alone. His parents were usually out of town on business and weren’t there to listen to him or accompany him. Sometimes he would even contemplate suicide but would always chicken out at the end. He was in college now and things were still the same. He tried to control his emotions everywhere but then would cry himself to sleep. He needed someone to share his feelings with. Maybe a therapist. He had sexual needs too just like every other guy his age. He knew he could get his sexual needs fulfilled at any prostitute's house, but the feeling of love wouldn’t be there. It would all just be meaningless. But it would at least be another human’s touch, his inner voice told him. Feeling despe