u/Hour_Natural7816

I had the most intense encounter last week that I’m still buzzing from. My neighbor stopped by to drop something off while I was still cooling down from a run, just wearing a loose silk robe and definitely nothing else. The tension has been building between us for months, and the second he saw me, it was game over. He ended up pinning me right against my kitchen counter, and I didn't want any barriers between us—I told him exactly what I needed. He gripped my hips with so much force and just went to work, matching my athletic stamina with a pace that left me absolutely breathless and shivering.

I’m a 20-year-old varsity athlete, and I’m used to being the most disciplined person in the room, but things on campus have been getting more complicated than a simple training schedule. Lately, the lines between my friend group and my private life have started to blur, and I’m finding myself caught between the loyalty I have for my guy and the high-stamina thrill of being desired by the whole team. I never thought I’d be the type to let a "game" go this far, but the rush of being the center of attention—especially when I’m supposed to be focused—is becoming an addiction I can't outrun.

I’ve always been aware of how well-endowed my brother is, having noticed those undeniable outlines through his clothes for years as we grew up together. We never actually crossed that line until recently when we were home alone and a few drinks turned into a very honest conversation about curiosity. When he admitted he’d always wondered about my body, I decided right then that I wanted him to see for himself exactly what he’d been missing, leading to a level of intimacy I never expected us to share.

Last night, things got pretty intense while we were talking about my wilder days before life got so busy with track and school. He mentioned how much he wished he could actually see proof of me being that reckless. I just smirked, grabbed my old laptop, and said, “Let’s see what’s still on here.”

We started digging through some old, hidden folders and honestly, we hit the absolute jackpot. We found a full, raw video of my ex-boyfriend completely wrecking me. It starts with me on my back, legs pulled all the way up while he slides right into me—you can hear everything, those loud, sloppy sounds with every single thrust because I was so into it. Then it cuts to me in doggy, ass up high, just getting pounded hard before I take over and ride him in cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, bouncing like I couldn't get enough.

I’ve already watched it twice now, and both times he was on his knees for me while I had it on loop. I’ve never felt so obsessed with my own past; seeing real proof of how much of a filthy slut I used to be is the hottest thing ever. I feel so lucky that we found it, and honestly, I can't stop replaying those scenes in my head.