u/MargoMaye

The first couple nights at this conference were actually so fun. I’m always the good girl at work, you know? Always have my spreadsheets perfect and keep everything super professional. But Miami hit different. The ocean air, all those margaritas at the rooftop bar… it made me feel so free and kinda naughty for once.

Mark has been my coworker for years. He’s head of sales, ten years older, with those broad shoulders and that cocky little smile that always makes me blush even when I act like I’m rolling my eyes. He’d been flirting with me all week, little touches on my lower back and teasing comments that had me feeling all warm inside.
After the open bar I got in the elevator in my tight black dress, the one that hugs my hips and shows off my legs. Right as the doors were closing he slipped in. Just the two of us.

“Emmy,” he said in that deep voice, looking me up and down. “You look so fucking hot tonight.”
I laughed, feeling that tingle between my thighs. “Just trying to survive these nights without dying of boredom.”
We got to my floor and he followed me down the hall. My heart was pounding as I fumbled with the keycard. As soon as we were inside he was all over me, kissing me hard and hungry, his hands grabbing my waist and pulling me against him. I kissed him back, tugging at his tie while he squeezed my ass.

“Mark, we really shouldn’t,” I whispered, but I was already so wet. Those drinks had me feeling bold and my boyfriend felt so far away.
“You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted this,” he growled against my neck, biting gently. “That pencil skirt you wore yesterday? I’ve been thinking about you nonstop.”
I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top, my dress sliding up as I straddled him. I ground against his hard bulge and he groaned, yanking my panties down. I pulled him out, so thick and ready, and sank down onto him in one go. God, the way he stretched me felt amazing. I moaned right away, not even caring that the walls were paper thin.

I started riding him, slow at first then faster, my boobs bouncing as he pulled my dress down and sucked on my nipples. The wet sounds of my pussy sliding up and down his cock were so loud in the room, that slippery smack every time I took him deep. I was getting louder, moaning and gasping, my ass slapping against his thighs.
This naughty little voice in my head was like, girl this is your hotel room, your night, just enjoy it. He flipped me onto my back, threw my legs over his shoulders and started thrusting so deep and hard. The headboard was banging against the wall but I couldn’t stop whimpering his name and digging my nails into his back.
“You feel so good,” I gasped. He rubbed my clit just right and I came so hard, shaking and squeezing around him while I cried out. He groaned loud and came right after, filling me up deep.

We just lay there after, breathing heavy, his body all warm on top of mine. The next morning I had to sit through all the presentations acting totally normal, but I was still feeling him between my legs the whole time.

It was stupidly hot the day we moved into the new apartment. The kind of heat that makes your clothes stick to your skin and your thoughts get all hazy. I’m Emmy, 22 y/o, and this was supposed to be my big fresh start with my best friend …his daughter.

Boxes everywhere, sweat dripping down my back, but I didn’t mind. Not when her dad was there helping us haul furniture.
I made sure to wear my tiniest black athletic shorts, some that barely cover my ass and a white sports bra that was already half-transparent from sweat. Every time I bent over to grab a box, I could feel his eyes flick over me before he quickly looked away. It made something warm bloom low in my belly. I’ve always had a thing for older men, especially the kind who try so hard to be good.

By late afternoon everyone else had gone out to grab pizza and drinks. My friend was starving and took the rest of the crew with her, leaving just me and him alone in the half-furnished apartment. Perfect.

“The shower pressure in my bathroom feels weird,” I said, wiping sweat from my neck and letting my fingers trail down slowly. “Could you come test it with me? I don’t want to deal with a broken shower on day one.”
He hesitated for half a second, but nodded. “Sure, lead the way.”
I walked ahead of him down the short hallway, feeling his gaze on my ass the whole time. The bathroom was small but nice, with a big glass shower stall. I stepped inside and turned the water on, letting it run while I adjusted the temperature. Steam started filling the room fast.

“Feels okay so far,” I called out, “but the head is kinda low. Can you check?”
He stepped closer to the open shower door. That’s when I turned around under the spray, letting the water soak me completely. My sports bra went see-through instantly, my nipples hardening against the thin fabric. I watched his eyes widen.
“Emmy…” he started, voice rough.
“What?” I smiled innocently, tilting my head. “It’s just water. You’re all sweaty too. You should come in and cool off. I promise I don’t bite… much.”

He didn’t move at first. I could see the conflict in his face, but his body was already reacting. There was an obvious bulge growing in his shorts. That gave me the confidence to push further.

I reached out, grabbed the front of his t-shirt and tugged him under the water with me. He stumbled in fully clothed, the spray hitting his chest and soaking him in seconds. Water streamed down his face as he stared at me.

“You’re my daughter’s roommate,” he muttered, like he was trying to remind himself.

“I know,” I whispered, stepping closer until my wet body pressed against his. “That’s what makes it so fucking hot, Daddy.”
The word slipped out naturally, and I felt his cock twitch hard against my stomach through his soaked shorts. I smiled up at him, water cascading over both of us.
I slid my hand down his chest, over his stomach and cupped the thick outline of his cock. He was rock hard already. “Been thinking about this since you showed up this morning,” I admitted, giving him a slow squeeze. “You’ve been trying so hard not to look at my ass in these shorts.”

He groaned quietly as I stroked him through the fabric. I loved how thick he felt. I pushed his shorts down just enough to free him. His cock jumped out, heavy and pulsing in my hand. Water made everything slick as I wrapped my fingers around him and started stroking slowly from base to tip.
“God, you’re big,” I murmured, genuinely impressed. I ran my thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was already leaking out. “Does that feel good, Daddy?”
He nodded, breathing hard. I kept stroking him under the warm spray, nice and steady, watching his face the whole time. My other hand slipped into my own shorts, touching myself. I was soaked …way wetter than the shower water.

I pulled my sports bra off over my head and tossed it aside, letting my tits bounce free. Then I shimmied out of my shorts, kicking them into the corner. I stood completely naked in front of him, water running down my body.
“Your turn,” I said softly. “Take them off.”
He did, and suddenly we were both naked under the shower. I pressed against him again, my hard nipples brushing his chest, my hand never stopping its slow, slick strokes on his cock.
I guided his hand between my legs. “Feel how wet I am for you.” His fingers slid through my smooth, slippery folds and I moaned, pushing into his touch. He found my clit and started rubbing gentle circles. It felt electric.
We stayed like that for a while …me stroking him, him fingering me …water pouring over us, steam making everything dreamy and intimate. My legs were shaking already.

I turned around, bracing my hands on the shower wall and arching my back so my ass pushed out toward him. “I need you inside me, Daddy,” I breathed. “Right now.”
He stepped up behind me, his thick cock sliding between my ass cheeks first, teasing. Then I felt the head press against my entrance. I pushed back slowly, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was perfect. I moaned loud as he filled me completely, my pussy gripping him tight.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasped. “So deep like this.”

He started thrusting, slow at first, then building. The sound of wet skin slapping wet skin mixed with the shower. I reached back and spread myself wider for him, loving how full I felt.
“Harder, Daddy,” I begged. “I can take it.”
He gripped my hips and started fucking me properly, deep strokes that made my tits bounce and my breath catch. Every thrust pushed me forward against the tile. I was getting close already, my pussy fluttering around him.
I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder.

“You’re fucking your daughter’s roommate raw in her new shower,” I teased, voice breathy. “Does that turn you on as much as it turns me on?”

He groaned and slammed into me harder. I loved it. I loved the risk, the wrongness, how desperately he was trying to hold back.
I straightened up a little, reaching back to pull his head down so I could whisper right in his ear. “I want you to cum inside me. Fill this tight little pussy up, Daddy. I’m on the pill, but even if I wasn’t… I’d still want it.”
That did it. His rhythm faltered, and I felt his cock swell inside me. He buried himself deep and started pulsing, pumping hot cum into me in thick spurts. I moaned loudly as I came with him, my walls squeezing and milking every drop. The feeling of him emptying inside me pushed my orgasm even longer.

We stayed connected like that for a minute, breathing hard under the water. His cock was still twitching inside me. I reached down between my legs and felt where we were joined, his cum already starting to leak out around him.
I turned around slowly, keeping him inside me as long as possible, and kissed him deeply. My tongue slid against his as the water washed over us.
When I finally pulled back, I smiled up at him, playful and satisfied.

“Welcome to the new apartment, Daddy,” I whispered, giving his softening cock one last gentle squeeze. “I think we’re going to get along just fine here.”
I grabbed the soap and started washing his chest like nothing had happened, already thinking about how soon I could get him hard again before the others came back with the pizza.

It was a Thursday night and I (20F) had stayed way too late at the 24-hour gym again. The place was basically empty, just the low hum of the AC and the occasional clink of weights somewhere far away. I’d had this low-key throbbing ache between my legs the entire workout …probably from watching my best friend Matty spot some girl earlier, his arms flexing, sweat making his shirt cling to him. We’d been flirting for months but nothing had ever happened.

After my shower, I realized I was the only one left in the women’s locker room. The sauna was still on, steamy and quiet. I wrapped my towel around me, then immediately dropped it on the bench. Fuck it. I was too worked up.
I sat on the top bench, legs spread wide, the hot cedar against my bare ass. The steam made everything slick. I started slow, circling my clit with two fingers while my other hand squeezed my tits. My nipples were rock hard. I slid two fingers inside my pussy and let out a loud moan that echoed off the tiles. The heat made every touch feel more intense.

I was soaking, dripping down my thighs, pumping my fingers faster and rubbing my swollen clit in tight circles. I was right there, thighs shaking, about to cum hard when I heard the locker room door swing open.
Shit.
Matty‘s voice called out, “Hello? Closing up in five—” and then he stopped dead in the doorway.

He was holding a set of keys, clearly doing final checks. His eyes locked onto me: legs spread, fingers buried deep, chest heaving. For a second we just stared at each other through the thick steam. I didn’t close my legs. I didn’t even pull my fingers out. The shocked hunger on his face made me throb around my fingers.
I looked him right in the eyes, bit my lip and kept slowly rubbing my clit.
“Don’t just stand there,” I whispered, voice husky.
That was all it took.

Matty stepped inside, locked the door behind him and crossed the room in two strides. He pulled his shirt off, revealing that sculpted chest I’d fantasized about so many times. He dropped to his knees on the wooden bench, grabbed my thighs and buried his face between my legs without a word. His tongue replaced my fingers. Hot, hungry, relentless. He sucked my clit and fucked me with two thick fingers, curling them perfectly. I came instantly, crying out and gripping his hair as my legs shook around his head.

We eventually snuck out the back exit together. Now every time I see him at the gym I get instantly wet….

The main fantasy is that I work at a bar and when it closes the last like 10 guys I’ve been flirting with the whole evening are staying. And then they undress me and put me on the bar counter to fuck me. Every one after the other until all of them came inside of me…

I couldn’t stop staring at him across the dimly lit study. Elias was fifty-one, all quiet power and weathered edges, a man who made silence feel intentional. He’d been my father’s closest confidant for twenty years…lawyer, advisor, the one who showed up for every family crisis with a steady voice and sharper instincts. Tonight, with the rest of the wedding party still dancing three floors below in the old manor house, we were alone.

My champagne dress whispered against my thighs as I closed the heavy oak door behind me. The lock clicked like a secret.
“Emmy,” he said, my name sounded different in his low rasp. “You shouldn’t be here.”
I leaned back against the door and my heart was hammering. “Yet you didn’t lock it after the others left.”

His gaze traveled over me slowly…bare shoulders, the deep neckline that dipped between my breasts, the slit in the silk that revealed too much leg. He gripped the edge of the antique desk like it might anchor him.
“I’ve spent years not noticing how you’ve grown up,” he admitted with a rough voice. “Tonight that became impossible.”
Heat bloomed low in my stomach. I crossed the room until I stood between his spread knees. Up close he smelled like cedar, aged bourbon and something darker that made my pulse race. “Then stop pretending. I’ve felt your eyes on me for months… In your office when Dad wasn’t looking. I want you to touch me, Elias. Really touch me.”

For a heartbeat he stayed perfectly still. Then the dam broke.
His hands seized my waist and pulled me down onto his lap. Our mouths collided so hungry, open, no hesitation left. His tongue swept against mine with commanding strokes while his palms slid up my back, looking for the zipper of my dress and dragging it down in one smooth motion. Cool air kissed my skin as the silk pooled at my waist.
“God help me,” he breathed against my throat, his lips were trailing fire down to my collarbone. He cupped my breast, thumb circling my hard nipple until I gasped and rocked against his bulge straining beneath me. “You’re trembling.”

“Because I’ve imagined this exact moment,” I whispered, fingers threading through his thick, silver-flecked hair. I ground down slowly, feeling him throb through his trousers. “Imagined how you’d feel inside me while everyone else thinks we’re just family friends.”
Elias growled softly and stood, lifting me with him as if I weighed nothing. He swept the desk clear with one arm—papers scattering—then laid me across the polished wood. The cool surface pressed against my bare back as he stripped the rest of my dress away, leaving me in nothing but lace panties and heels.

He took his time undressing but his eyes never left mine. When his cock jumped out, thick and flushed, a fresh wave of slick heat flooded between my legs. I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his impressive girth, slowly stroking from base to tip until his breath hitched.
“Careful, little one,” he warned but there was dark pleasure in his tone. He hooked my panties aside and ran two fingers along my soaked pussy lips, spreading the wetness. “So ready for me already.”

I arched as he pushed those fingers deep, curling them just right. My moans flew through the room and bounced back on the bookshelves, creating a loud echo. He worked me open with practiced patience, his thumb brushing my most sensitive spot in tight spirals until my thighs shook and pleasure coiled unbearably tight.
“Please, Elias—”
He withdrew his fingers, positioned himself at my entrance and drove forward in one powerful stroke. The fullness stole my breath.

He was thick, stretching me perfectly, every inch dragging against nerves I didn’t know existed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to urge him deeper.
We quickly found our rhythm…deep, rolling movements that made the desk creak beneath us. He leaned over me, one hand braced beside my head and the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks. Each thrust sent sparks racing up my spine. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into muscle, whispering filthy encouragements against his ear about how long I’d craved my father’s best friend ruining me like this.

When release finally shattered through me, it was blinding. I cried out, pulsing around him, vision whiting out as waves of intense pleasure crashed over me again and again.
Elias followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. I felt every hot pulse as he emptied inside me, his body shuddering against mine.
He pulled out and kissed me deeply once more while distant music drifted up from the ballroom below.

“No regrets?” he murmured, brushing damp strands of hair from my face.
I smiled “Only that we waited this long.”

I’m Emmy, 22 from Germany and I noticed I keep fantasizing about those secret, off-limits family dynamics. Like a sweet but intense brother-sister relationship where we’ve grown up together, sharing everything and one night the tension finally snaps even though we know it’s sooo wrong. Or curious cousins who only see each other at family gatherings, sneaking around during reunions, hearts racing every time we hear footsteps in the hallway. Or even a stepdad-daughter situation… the kind where he’s been in my life for years, watching me grow up and now the way he looks at me has completely changed. I imagine the guilt mixed with raw desire, the whispered “we shouldn’t” that only makes it hotter.

I’m craving detailed, immersive roleplay with someone who loves building the tension slowly …the stolen glances, the “accidental” touches, the risky moments when the rest of the family is just down the hall. I want it descriptive, emotional and dirty when it finally escalates.
If you’re creative, detailed and want to explore one of these (or have another forbidden constellation in mind), I would love to hear from u. 💕

The next few days were torture.

Jack avoided me like I was contagious. I’d catch glimpses of him through the window…working in his garage, shirtless under the late spring sun, sweat glistening on those broad shoulders and the salt-and-pepper hair on his chest. Every time our eyes met, he’d look away first, jaw tight. But I could feel the heat in that split-second glance. He was fighting it. Hard.

By Wednesday evening I couldn’t take it anymore. My parents were at some charity dinner that would run late. I waited until the streetlights flickered on, then slipped across the lawn in a thin sundress, no bra, and nothing underneath. My heart hammered as I knocked softly on his back door.

He opened it wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt that stretched across his chest. The second he saw me his expression darkened.

“Emily,” he said, voice low and rough. “We can’t—”

I stepped inside before he could finish, closing the door behind me. “You said that last time too.”

He ran a hand over his beard, eyes dragging down my body. The thin fabric of the dress did nothing to hide how hard my nipples already were.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.”

God, that word again. My pussy clenched at the sound of it.

I reached up, sliding my hands under his shirt to feel the solid warmth of his stomach. “I like dangerous.”

That was it. The dam broke.

Jack grabbed me by the waist and lifted me like I weighed nothing, pinning me against the wall right there in the hallway. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and desperate, beard scraping my skin as his tongue claimed me. One big hand shoved the hem of my dress up to my hips and found me bare and already soaked.

“Fuck, Emily,” he growled against my lips. “No panties? You came over here ready to get fucked, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He slid two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them perfectly while his thumb circled my clit. I moaned into his mouth, grinding against his hand like I was in heat. He finger-fucked me right there against the wall until my legs shook and I came hard, biting his shoulder to stay quiet.

Before I could catch my breath he carried me to the living room, bending me over the back of his leather couch. I heard his sweatpants hit the floor and then the heavy, thick head of his cock was pushing between my folds.

He didn’t go slow this time.

Jack thrust in deep in one powerful stroke, stretching me open with a groan that sounded almost pained. “So fucking tight… still so goddamn tight for me.”

He fucked me hard, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks. The wet slap of his heavy balls against my clit filled the room with every thrust. I pushed back to meet him, desperate for every inch.

“Harder, Jack. Please—”

He snarled and gave me what I wanted, pounding into me so deep I saw stars. When he reached around to rub my clit again I came a second time, clenching around his thick cock so hard he cursed.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and pushed my knees to my chest. The new angle made him hit even deeper. His eyes were locked on where his cock disappeared inside me, watching himself stretch my pussy with every stroke.

“Look at you taking this old man’s cock so well,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “Such a greedy little thing.”

I was shaking, overstimulated and still begging. “Cum inside me again, Jack. I want to feel it.”

His rhythm faltered. He leaned down, sucking hard on my nipple as he drove into me with short, brutal thrusts. Then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural moan, flooding me with hot, thick ropes of cum. I felt every pulse, my walls fluttering around him as he emptied himself completely.

He stayed inside me for a long moment afterward, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard.

“This has to stop,” he whispered, but his cock twitched again inside me, already half-hard.

I smiled, running my fingers through his beard and kissing him softly.

“Next time,” I murmured against his lips, “I want you in your bed. All night.”

He let out a low, defeated chuckle and kissed me deeper, already starting to move inside me again.

“We’re both going to hell, sweetheart.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and whispered back, “Worth it.”

Richard is my dad’s best friend since I can think and I never really saw him that way but recently he divorced his wife and that man puts so much effort in him after the divorce just a proof that he’s getting along alone.

He cut his hair and now even goes to the gym since two or three months and I can definitely see it. You have to know my dad is 56 and Richard is 54 and they’ve been friends since school, so I have no right to look at Richard that way… but that’s what makes it interesting for me and I hate that, but I’m just drooling over his broad shoulders and his dad bod when I’m alone in my room... It’s crazy.

just thinking about him, throwing me onto the bed and devouring my pussy makes me so wet😭 I cannot really tell if Richard looks at me that way as well but I just wish he does. He doesn’t live too far away and sometimes I will just walk past his house, hoping that he will see me and I’m just wearing my tiniest shorts and a very short tank top almost underboob showing.

God dammit that is never allowed to happen and that’s why I’m literally just dreaming about it 24/7 when he’s here…

My pulse was racing so hard I could feel it between my legs as I stepped into the hotel suite. Marcus closed the door behind us, and the way he looked at me, dark eyes hungry, that tall, powerful frame filling the space, made my knees weak. This was really happening. My first time with a black man. My first time with a BBC.

I had spent weeks secretly fantasizing about it, touching myself at night imagining exactly this. White guys had always left me unsatisfied, quick, polite, and nowhere near enough. But Marcus? Just the sight of him had my pussy already soaked.

He did not waste time. He pulled me against him, big hands sliding down to grip my ass as his mouth claimed mine. His kiss was deep, commanding, his tongue teasing mine until I was moaning into him. I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach through his pants, thick, heavy, already rock hard. My breath hitched.

“Marcus… I want you,” I whispered, my voice shaking with need. “I have never been with a black guy before. I want you to be my first.”

He smiled, that confident, sexy grin, and slowly stripped me. My dress pooled at my feet, then my bra. His eyes devoured my body as he lifted me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. He spread my legs wide, kneeling between them, and lowered his mouth to my aching pussy.

The first swipe of his thick tongue over my clit made me cry out. He ate me like he owned me, slow, wet, relentless circles mixed with long licks and two thick fingers sliding deep inside me. I grabbed his head, hips bucking against his face as he curled those fingers against my G spot.

“Oh fuck… yes, right there…” I gasped. The pressure built so fast I could not hold back. I came hard, thighs trembling around his head, flooding his mouth with my juices. He kept licking through it, drawing out every wave until I was a shaking mess.

When he finally stood and dropped his pants, my eyes widened. His cock was massive. Long, veiny, and so thick my pussy clenched at the sight. The dark, swollen head was already leaking precum. I had never seen anything like it.

“You ready for this, baby?” he asked, stroking that huge shaft.

I nodded desperately. “Please… I need it inside me.”

He rubbed the fat head up and down my dripping slit, teasing my entrance before pushing forward. I gasped sharply as he stretched me open. The burn was intense and delicious. Inch after thick inch slid deeper, filling me like nothing ever had. When his hips finally pressed against me and I felt him bottom out, I swore I could feel him in my belly.

“Fuck, you are so tight,” he groaned.

He started thrusting, long, powerful strokes that made my toes curl. Every time he drove back in, I moaned louder, my nails digging into his back. The wet, obscene sounds of my pussy taking his big black cock filled the room. He fucked me harder, pinning my wrists above my head, his heavy balls slapping against my ass.

I came again, screaming, my walls spasming around his thickness. He did not stop. He flipped me onto all fours, smacked my ass hard, and slammed back in even deeper from behind. I pushed back against him like a slut in heat, addicted to the stretch, the fullness, the way he completely owned my pussy.

“More… do not stop… I am yours,” I babbled, face pressed into the sheets.

He pounded me through orgasm after orgasm until his rhythm finally broke. “Where do you want it, Emmy?”

“Inside,” I moaned. “Cum inside me.”

With a deep growl, Marcus buried himself to the hilt. I felt his cock throb as he exploded, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep into my pussy. There was so much it leaked out around him as he kept thrusting through his release. The feeling pushed me over the edge one last time, milking every drop from that massive BBC.

We collapsed together, his still hard cock buried inside me, his strong arms wrapped around my trembling body. I smiled, blissed out and glowing.

I knew right then I would never go back. Marcus had completely ruined me for anyone else… and I could not wait to feel him again.

I have this fantasy that I’m the nude model at a private life-drawing session. My partner (and maybe a couple trusted others) sits there sketching me while I’m completely exposed under the bright lights. I have to hold each pose as long as possible, even as I start touching myself…slowly at first, then more desperately. The rule is I can’t break character until the arousal becomes unbearable and I finally cum right there on the platform while they watch and keep drawing.

The mix of artistic detachment and raw objectification is insanely hot to me😩