u/GlamorousLipstick

Okay, I’m going to hell for this, but I don’t even care.

My boyfriend (let’s call him J) went overseas for a month for an internship. His best friend (let’s call him Daddy K - because that’s what I moaned) “checked in on me” the first weekend J was gone. One thing led to another, and suddenly I was riding his cock in our bed, my tits bouncing while he groaned, “Fuck, you’re nothing like J’s innocent girlfriend.”

The worst part? I loved it. Loved how he stretched me wider than J ever could. Loved how he came inside me and told me to “keep it in until J calls you.” Loved how I did - and then fingered myself to J’s voice while his best friend’s cum dripped down my thighs.

J comes back in three days. I haven’t washed the sheets since.

(Update: J just texted he’s bringing K home with him after the trip. Do I… tell him? Or let K fuck me again while J sleeps next to us? Decisions, decisions.)

Okay, hear me out - this is so wrong, but I can’t stop thinking about it.

Imagine my auntie’s mahjong group of ah peks (you know the type - 50s-60s, gold chains, very “I’ve seen things” energy) noticing how “shy” I am when I visit. Then one of them “offers” to “help” me with my studies.

“Come, ah girl, let Uncle teach you something useful.”
“You’re so smart… but do you know how to use your mouth properly?”
“Your auntie won’t mind… as long as you don’t tell her.”

I want them to use me - make me their little secret while my auntie’s in the next room, clueless. The idea of being their “good student” who swallows all their lessons… fuck.

So, I live in hall, and this guy from two doors down (let’s call him J) and I have this… arrangement. Started after a drunk night at the hall BBQ - he carried me back to my room, one thing led to another, and now we “study” together a lot. The rule is: No feelings, no labels, just sex. But last week, he showed up at my door with bubble tea (my usual order, extra pearls), and I almost asked if we could make it official. Then he smirked and said, “Don’t get soft on me now,” and bent me over my desk. …I came so hard I forgot my own name. Fuck.
Now I’m stuck between “this is just fun” and “why does he remember my drink order?!” Someone talk me out of catching feelings.

Okay, hear me out: I hate rush hour on the East-West Line. The crush of bodies, the humidity, the way some uncle’s newspaper always ends up in your face. But last week, I had this filthy daydream that’s made me hope for delayed trains ever since. It’s 6:30pm, and the train’s packed like sardines. I’m squeezed against the pole near the door, my blouse sticking to my back in the AC-less heat. You’re the guy who “helpfully” offers to hold my bag - except your hand lingers on the strap a little too long, your thumb brushing the side of my breast. I should glare, but… I don’t. Instead, I press back against you when the train lurches, my ass grinding into your - oh. You’re already hard. My breath catches. You lean down, your lips grazing my ear as you murmur, “Sorry, ah… very crowded.” But you don’t move. Neither do I. Your free hand finds my hip, then slides down, fingers teasing the hem of my skirt. The train’s so packed no one can see - but they’d hear if I gasped. So I bite my lip until it hurts as your fingers slip under my panties, finding me soaked. You groan into my hair, “Fuck, you’re already wet. Dirty girl.” You don’t even touch my clit.

Just two fingers, slow and deep, while you whisper in my ear about how you’re going to make me come before Jurong East. And I have to stay quiet, because the auntie next to us is complaining about the weather, and the student across from us is scrolling through TikTok, and no one can know. By the time the doors open at Clementi, I’m trembling, my thighs slick, my panties ruined. You press a kiss to my neck and disappear into the crowd - leaving me to stumble home, still aching, with your number scrawled on my receipt from the kopitiam. Extra spice: You’re wearing your SAF uniform. I hate that it turns me on.

My brother’s NSF friend (let’s call him J) stays with us sometimes when he’s on weekend leave. Tall, buff, that deep voice from all the shouting in camp - and he knows I have a crush on him. He teases me, calls me “little sister”, but his eyes linger when I wear those short shorts around the house.

My fantasy? One night, after my family’s asleep, he creeps into my room. Doesn’t knock- just covers my mouth, whispers, “Shh, or they’ll hear.”

He’d pin me down, kiss me rough, his hands all over me - squeezing my tits, sliding a finger inside me while I try not to moan too loud. Then he’d flip me over, pull my panties aside, and fuck me slow, deep, his other hand clamped over my mouth so I don’t wake anyone.

Best part? The risk. My brother’s room is right next door. If I moan too loud, he might hear his best friend railing his sister.

(Extra filth: He’d cum inside me, then make me sleep with it dripping out - because “good girls don’t clean up.”)

Okay, I know this makes me the worst friend ever, but hear me out.

My roommate (let’s call her L) has this gorgeous boyfriend - tall, built, and way too charming for his own good. One night, L was out at a society event, and he came over to “wait for her.” One glass of wine later, he was kissing me against the fridge, then lifting me onto the kitchen counter, then -

Then the door opened.

L stood there, frozen. Her boyfriend didn’t even stop - just turned his head, smirked at her, and said, “Babe, you’re early.”

She slammed the door. They broke up. And now? He texts me daily.

I should feel bad. …I don’t.

Okay, hear me out - I know this is messed up, but I can’t stop thinking about it.

My dad’s old army buddy (late 30s, very fit, that whole stern-uncle vibe) was over for dinner last week. I was being my usual sarcastic self, talking back, rolling my eyes - the whole bratty daughter act. He pulled me aside after and was like, “You need to learn some respect. Maybe I should teach you a lesson.”

I should’ve been offended… but the way he said it made my stomach flip. So I smirked and went, “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

Next thing I know, I’m bent over the couch, his hand spanking me through my skirt while he growls “This is what happens to naughty girls.” I was soaked. He didn’t even have to touch me there - I came just from his hand on my ass and his voice in my ear.

Now I “act up” on purpose when he’s around… and he always “disciplines” me. 😏

I (19F) have this fantasy where I’m the quiet, studious girl in my uni professor’s class -always front row, always paying attention, always catching him stealing glances at me.

One day, he “asks me to stay back” to discuss my assignment. But instead of talking about grades, he locks the door, leans against his desk, and says, “You know, I’ve noticed how observant you are… Ever thought about putting that focus to better use?”

Next thing I know, I’m on my knees under his desk while he “lectures” me on how to be a good girl - his hand tangled in my hair, his voice low and rough as he tells me exactly how to take him. And the worst part? I love it. I love the risk, the power dynamic, the way he owns me in that moment… even if it’s just for one forbidden afternoon.

(Bonus points if he makes me call him “Professor” the whole time. 😈)

Okay, so I was wasted at Zouk last weekend - like, stumbling-in-my-heels drunk. This guy (tall, super built, definitely not Singaporean) kept “accidentally” grinding on me on the dance floor. Normally, I’d brush it off, but damn, his hands felt good.

We ended up in the bathroom (classy, I know). He pushed me against the sink, hiked up my dress, and spit on my tits before rubbing his cock between them. I should’ve stopped him. I didn’t. Five minutes later, I had his cum dripping down my chest while I fixed my makeup like nothing happened.

Worst part? I loved how dirty it felt. Best part? My friends still don’t know. 😈

Tldr: Let a club stranger bust on my tits. Would 100% do it again (but maybe sober this time).

Okay, real talk - where do Singaporeans even go to fuck? Like, I’m 19, still living with my parents, and my room has paper-thin walls. My boyfriend’s place is the same. Hotels are expensive, cars are too public (and also, ew, backseats), and I’m not trying to get caught in a void deck like some ah beng drama. I’ve heard rumors about: Chalet stays (but isn’t that like… a whole production?) 24-hour McDonald’s toilets (hard pass, that’s disgusting) "Friend’s house" (but whose friend actually has a place to themselves?) Sentosa beach at night (romantic but also… sand. Everywhere.) What’s the move? Do I just accept that my love life is doomed until I get a BTO? Or is there some secret Singaporean hookup hack I don’t know about? (Serious answers only pls, unless the joke is that good.)

So I’ve been struggling with my econ module, and my tutor (a super strict auntie in her 50s) offered extra lessons at her place. Her son - let’s call him J - is a year older, just finished NS, and always walks around shirtless in those damn PT shorts. I swear he does it on purpose. Last week, his mum stepped out to buy kopi, and he just… sat way too close to me on the sofa. Next thing I know, his hand was on my thigh, then under my skirt. I should’ve pushed him away, but… I didn’t. We ended up in his room, me bent over his study table while he fucked me from behind, his mum’s voice echoing from the living room the whole time. I aced my next quiz, but now every time I see him, I get wet just thinking about how wrong it was. And how good.

This happened during a late-night study session in my dorm, but I snuck my roommate's bf in cos she was out. We're both Singaporean, so you know how small the rooms are here, barely space to move. I was on my bed in just a tank top and shorts, and he came over to "chat" but next thing I know he's pinning me down, ripping my clothes off. He made me suck him first, deepthroat till I gagged, then flipped me over and pounded my pussy doggy style. I came twice, scratching his back, whispering dirty shit like "harder daddy". He finished inside me, hot cum filling me up. So guilty but fuck, it was the best slutty secret ever.

Omg hey everyone, I've been scrolling this sub late at night for months now, getting all hot and bothered by your stories, so here's mine cos I need to get it out lah. 19F in uni here in SG, your typical overachiever by day but turns out I'm a total slut when the drinks flow sia.

It was last weekend at this inter-faculty party in one of the halls - you know those chaotic ones with cheap booze and everyone pretending to network? I was there with my girlfriends, downing like three cups of that punch thing (probs spiked to hell), feeling loose and flirty. Spotted this hot Chinese guy, maybe 21, from engineering or something, tall with that messy hair and a smirk that said he knew what he was doing. We started chatting by the speakers, dancing close, his hands on my waist almost right away. I was wearing this tight crop top and shorts, feeling sexy af.

Things escalated quick cos the alcohol made me bold - I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bathroom line, whispering I needed a "break". But instead of waiting, we ducked into the unisex one that's kinda hidden, locked the door and boom, mouths crashing together. He pinned me against the sink, yanking my top up to suck on my tits while I fumbled with his belt. Fuck, I was soaked already, grinding against his thigh like some desperate kitten.

Didn't even think twice - I turned around, bent over the sink, and he slid my shorts aside, thrusting in deep. It was rough and fast, mirror fogging up from our breathing, me trying not to moan too loud over the music outside. He grabbed my hips hard, calling me his "naughty party girl" which just made me push back harder. Came together in like minutes, messy and intense, then we cleaned up quick with toilet paper lol, snuck back out, and he slipped me his number before vanishing into the crowd.

Woke up next morning sore and smirking, no regrets but damn, the thrill of not even knowing his full name? Addictive. Who's got a similar random hookup story? Make me feel less like a hoe 🇸🇬

Hey everyone, long time lurker here, first time posting cuz I just need to get this off my chest. I'm a second year undergrad in NUS, and yeah, living in hall life is wild af. Last Friday was our floor party, you know the drill - cheap booze, loud music, everyone pretending they're not horny as hell.

I started with like 3 beers and a shot of something that tasted like nail polish remover, and before I knew it, I was making out with this cute exchange guy from Aus on the dance floor. He's tall, fit, and kept grabbing my ass like he owned it. We stumbled back to his room with his roommate in tow - turns out the roommate was watching the whole time and joined in without even asking. I was so buzzed I didn't even care.

Next thing, clothes are off, and I'm on my knees sucking both of them while they take turns fingering me. Felt like such a slut, but it was hot. Then the Aus guy bends me over the bed and fucks me doggy while I blow his friend. They switched spots, and idk, I just let it happen. No condom for the second round cuz "it feels better raw" - stupid me came twice before they both finished on my tits.

Woke up the next morning sore af and snuck out before they woke up. Haven't told any of my friends, and now I'm paranoid about stds lol. Why do I always do this shit when I'm tipsy? Craving it again already tho... anyone else got hall stories like this?

hey everyone, long time lurker here, finally got the guts to post after reading so many wild stories. i'm a freshie in uni, living in the dorms, and things have been getting kinda crazy since sem started. like, i always thought i was pretty straight-laced back in jc, but uni freedom hits different lah.

so last fri night, my roommate (f20, super outgoing type) brings this guy back from some party. cute malay dude, maybe 22, tall and all. they're in her room giggling and stuff, and i'm in mine trying to study but obv can't focus with the noises. after a while it quiets down, and i hear him slip out to the common area for water or smth. i'm in my pjs, feeling bored and a bit tipsy from my own pre-drinks, so i go out too.

we start chatting, he's friendly, and one thing leads to another. next thing i know, we're making out on the couch, and he's got his hands under my shirt. my roomie's asleep (or so i thought), so i whisper to him to come to my room quick. omg, it was so risky but hot. he was rough but good, like pinning me down and going at it missionary first, then flipping me over. i came twice, which never happens so fast usually. felt so naughty doing it right next door, hoping she wouldn't wake up.

after, he snuck back, and i laid there feeling all guilty but satisfied. haven't told anyone, but damn, i kinda want to do it again. am i bad? anyone else done smth similar in dorms? no judgments pls, just needed to get this off my chest.

Hey everyone, long time lurker here from SG, just turned 19 and in my first year at uni. Kinda nervous posting this but whatever, it's anonymous right? So yeah, living in hall with this girl who's super nice but her bf is like... damn. He's this tall malay guy from the same course, comes over all the time to "study" lol. Last weekend she had to go home for family stuff and left me alone with him for the night. We were just chilling watching netflix, drinking some cheap beers from the 7-11 downstairs, and things got flirty quick. I was in my usual shorts and tank top, nothing special, but he kept staring at my legs and shit. One thing led to another, and before I knew it we were making out on her bed. Felt so wrong but hot af. He was rougher than I expected, grabbed my hair and pushed me down, made me suck him off while calling me a naughty little slut. I got so wet just from that. Then he flipped me over and fucked me doggy style, hard, till I came twice. We didn't use a condom at first but he pulled out... mostly. Woke up the next morning with his cum still on my thighs, and she came back none the wiser. Haven't told anyone, but I've been touching myself to the memory every night since. Part of me wants to do it again, even if she's around. Am I terrible? Anyone else done something like this in hall?

So… this happened last week, and I still can’t stop thinking about it. I stayed back after my 6pm poli-sci lecture to ask the TA (early 30s, very fit, that quiet but intense type) about an assignment. The prof had already left, and the hall was empty- just me, him, and the hum of the projector cooling down. Long story short: one "accidental" brush of his hand against my thigh while he leaned over to point at my notes, a very obvious glance at my skirt riding up when I crossed my legs, and suddenly we were making out against the whiteboard. He lifted me onto the lecturer’s desk, shoved my panties aside, and - okay, I’ll admit - I moaned when he growled, "You’re gonna fail if you don’t pay attention, little girl." I came twice before the cleaning auntie’s cart rattled past the door. We froze, him still inside me, my legs locked around his waist. She didn’t come in, but the close call made me soak his fingers when he pinched my clit after. He graded my next assignment an A+. (And yes, I did earn it. Mostly.) …Should I drop by his office hours again? Or is this how I end up in a different kind of extracurricular?

So… this is my first time posting here, but I need to get this off my chest before I explode. I’m a 19F in my first year at [redacted] uni, and I’ve always been the “good girl”- straight As, never late, the type who sits front row in lectures. But turns out, I’m also the type who gets wet from a guy in a tweed blazer calling me “miss [last name]” like I’m in trouble.

It started with my poli-sci TA - let’s call him J. Tall, glasses, that just messy enough dark hair that makes you wonder if he fingered some girl in the grad lounge five minutes ago. He was that guy who made eye contact a little too long when he handed back papers, who “accidentally” brushed his hand against mine when explaining Marxist theory (lol, like I cared about Marx when his thumb grazed my wrist).

One afternoon, I “forgot” my notes in the lecture hall after his section. Totally on purpose. He was grading papers at the front, and when I “realized” I left them, I made sure to bend over just right picking them up - short skirt, no tights, the works. He definitely noticed. Next thing I know, he’s offering “private review sessions” for my “struggling” midterm grade (I had a 92, but okay).

First session was innocent. His office, door slightly ajar (uni rules, ugh), him leaning over my shoulder to “explain” Hobbes while his breath hit my neck. I could smell his cologne- something woodsy and expensive, the kind of scent that makes your thighs press together. When he “accidentally” let his hand rest on my thigh while pointing at my notes, I didn’t move. Just bit my lip and shifted so his fingers were almost under my skirt.

By the third session, the door was locked. He had me “practice” debating on my knees. His tie in my hands, his zipper undone, him feeding me lines like “Tell me why you deserve this, miss [last name]” while I choked on his cock. I came just from the sound of his belt unbuckling.

Now? I “study” in his office twice a week. He grades my “oral presentations” with his dick down my throat, and I beg him to “teach me a lesson” while he bends me over his desk. Last time, he made me write “I will not distract my TA with my skirt length” 50 times… naked, with his cum dripping down my thighs.

I should feel guilty. I don’t. I just feel… hungry. Like, what if I “struggle” in all my classes?

(Also, if any other SG girls have prof/TA stories… please. I need to know I’m not the only one.)

Omg guys, I need to get this off my chest cuz it's been eating at me but also kinda hot thinking back. I'm this bored F19 in my second year, living in hall, and last sem I was failing stats so bad. My tutor was this older grad student, like mid-20s, super fit from gym, and he was always eyeing me during sessions. One night after class, I was tipsy from cheap beers with friends, and I texted him for "extra help." He came over to my room (roomie was out, thank god), and we started going over notes but like, his hand kept brushing my thigh. I was wearing this short skirt and no panties cuz why not, feeling slutty that day. Next thing I know, I'm on my knees sucking him off while he grades my practice paper lol. He bent me over the desk and fucked me so hard the whole room shook. I was moaning like crazy, begging him to pull my hair and call me his dirty little slut. Came twice before he finished inside me – no condom, total risk but idc, felt amazing. Now every time I see him on campus, I get wet just remembering. Am I bad or what? Who's got similar tutor stories?