u/Double-Stop991

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I (23F) never expected this to happen. My best friend Sarah turned 22 last weekend and threw a big backyard party at her parents’ house. The yard was full of friends, music, and drinks. I wore a tight black sundress that showed off my figure.

Sarah’s dad, Mark, is 57 — tall, strong from years of construction work, with a cool hair and a deep voice. He’s always been the attractive “hot dad” type. I’d noticed him looking at me over the years, but nothing ever happened.

While everyone was outside, I went into the kitchen and found Mark alone. We started chatting and the tension built quickly. When I brushed against him reaching for a drink, neither of us pulled away.

Later, I went upstairs to the bathroom. On my way back, Mark met me in the dark hallway. He stepped close, looked me in the eyes, and kissed me. It was intense and passionate. Before I knew it, he pulled me into the master bedroom and closed the door.

We didn’t waste time. He bent me over the bed, lifted my dress, and things got heated fast. His experienced hands and touch felt incredible. He knew exactly what he was doing — way better than guys my age. We had passionate, intense sex right there on his bed while the party continued downstairs. I had to bite the pillow to stay quiet.

He was thick and strong, filling me completely. We moved together urgently until he finished deep inside me. It was one of the most thrilling moments of my life.

We quickly cleaned up and snuck back to the party separately. Sarah had no idea. I spent the rest of the night stealing glances at her dad, still feeling the excitement between my legs.

We’ve been texting nonstop since. He wants me to come over when Sarah’s at work next week.

I think I’m hooked on my best friend’s dad.

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A few weeks ago, I went to my friend’s house to hang out with her, but when I arrived she wasn’t home yet — only her boyfriend was there. She ended up having to stay late at work, so we decided I would just sleep over and wait for her. While she was gone, I spent a lot of time talking with her boyfriend. We started drinking and got pretty tipsy.

He began flirting with me heavily. He kept telling me how attractive I was, complimented my body, and even reached under my shirt, removed my bra, and touched my chest. We were both quite drunk and he was very forward. I let him touch me all over until he said he wanted to be intimate with me. He told me that a man like him needs more than one woman to satisfy him, and for some reason that really excited me.

He took my clothes off, and we became fully intimate. He was very eager and passionate — you could tell how much he desired me. It felt intense, and I couldn’t stay quiet. He was dominant and rough, taking full control. He held me firmly, slapped me lightly, and was very assertive with every touch. I stayed completely submissive the whole time. At the end he finished inside me, spat in my mouth, and made me thank him for it.

He said he wanted me to be his secret side partner and I agreed. When his girlfriend finally came home, we acted like nothing had happened and I stayed the night as planned. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more reckless or naughty before.

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A few nights ago I went out with this older guy (42). We had a great dinner, lots of flirting, and ended up back at his place cuddling on the couch watching something on TV. Things escalated and I was pleasuring him orally when he asked if we could go all the way without a condom. I said okay… but only if he promised to pull out, since I’m not on any birth control.

He suddenly lifted me up like I weighed nothing, carried me fireman-style to his bedroom, and playfully tossed me onto the mattress. Then he climbed on top and started thrusting really intensely. At one point he drove in as deep as possible and just… stayed there, holding me tight. I was so lost in the moment it took me a couple seconds to register what was happening—until I felt him throbbing and releasing everything inside me.

Right after, he pulled back looking guilty and started apologizing, saying he got carried away and totally forgot the plan. But honestly? It felt insanely hot in the heat of the moment. I just grinned, told him not to stop, and let him finish again. Afterward he jumped in the car and went to get me emergency contraception like we originally agreed.

Still gives me butterflies thinking about it 😈