u/Pleasant-Phase-3652

My roommate left for a three day trip with her boyfriend and I had the apartment completely to myself. I was cleaning the bathroom Saturday morning and opened the bottom cabinet under the sink looking for more toilet paper. Behind the extra rolls was a small black pouch I had never seen before.

I pulled it out. Inside was a set of different sized butt plugs, a small bottle of thick lube, and this curved toy that was clearly meant for anal. There was also a little remote controlled one. I just stared at it for a second. She’s never mentioned any of this. Always acted pretty normal about sex when we talked.

I took the medium plug and the lube to my room and locked the door. Stripped down and got on the bed on my stomach. Put a lot of lube on the plug and slowly started working it in. It felt tight at first but once it popped past the ring it felt really full. I stayed like that for a minute just breathing and getting used to it. Then I turned on my vibrator and pressed it against my clit while the plug was still inside.

Came pretty fast the first time. Didn’t take the plug out. Just kept the vibrator going and started gently moving my hips against the mattress. Came again a few minutes later, harder, legs shaking. Had to lay there for a while after just feeling how full I still was.

Cleaned everything carefully and put the pouch back exactly where I found it. She got home Sunday night and acted completely normal. I acted normal too. She has no idea. Now every time she walks into the bathroom I get this quiet little rush knowing what’s under the sink.

My boyfriend and I stayed at his parents place last weekend while they were out of town. They have a nice house and we had the whole place to ourselves. He had to run some errands Saturday afternoon so I was alone for a few hours.

I got bored and started looking around their bedroom. Opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand and found a black zip bag. Inside was a thick realistic dildo, a smaller one, a wand vibrator, some lube, soft cuffs, and a blindfold. There was also a little paddle.

I just stared at it for a minute. His parents always seemed so put together and quiet. I grabbed the thick dildo and the wand and went back to the guest room. Locked the door even though he wasn’t due back for a while.

Stripped down and got on the bed. Started with the wand on my clit while I slowly pushed the thicker one inside. It stretched me more than I’m used to. Once it was deep I turned the wand higher and just fucked myself with it, thinking about them using this stuff. Imagining being the one cuffed and used like that.

Came pretty hard the first time and had to bury my face in the pillow. Didn’t stop. Kept going until I came again, messier, legs shaking. Had to lay there catching my breath after.

Cleaned everything carefully and put the bag back exactly how I found it. When my boyfriend got back I acted normal. We even had sex later that night and I kept thinking about the toys the whole time. He has no idea. Neither do his parents. Now every time we’re over there I get this quiet little rush knowing what’s in that drawer.

My friend asked me to dog sit at her parents house for the weekend while they went out of town. The place is pretty nice and they have this big golden retriever that’s easy to take care of. I got there Friday afternoon and they had already left. Just me and the dog for two days.

Saturday morning after I fed him I got bored and started looking around upstairs. The master bedroom door was open so I went in. Opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand out of curiosity and found a black bag. Inside was a thick realistic dildo, a smaller curved one, a wand vibrator, some lube, and a pair of leather cuffs. There was also a small paddle and a blindfold.

I just stood there for a second. Her parents always seemed so normal and quiet. I grabbed the thick dildo and the wand and went back to the guest room. Locked the door even though nobody was coming home.

Stripped down and got on the bed. Started with the wand on my clit while I slowly worked the thicker one inside. It was bigger than anything I usually take. Once it was deep I turned the wand up higher and just fucked myself with it, thinking about them using this stuff on each other. Imagining being the one cuffed and used like that.

Came hard the first time and had to bite the pillow. Didn’t stop. Kept going until I came again, wetter, legs shaking. Had to lay there for a few minutes after just breathing.

Cleaned everything off carefully and put the bag back exactly how I found it. Spent the rest of the weekend thinking about it every time I walked past their bedroom. They got home Sunday evening and acted completely normal. I acted normal too. They have no idea. Now every time my friend talks about her parents I get this quiet little rush knowing what’s in that drawer.

My boyfriend had to work a long shift last Saturday and told me I could just hang at his apartment if I wanted. I got there around noon and had the whole place to myself for hours. I was bored after a while so I started looking through his stuff. Not in a mean way, just curious.

Opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand and found a small box pushed to the back. Inside was a thick realistic dildo, a smaller one, a bottle of lube, and this little bullet vibrator. There was also a pair of soft cuffs and a black blindfold. I just stared at it for a minute. He’s never brought any of this out when we’re together. Always kept it pretty straightforward with me.

I took the thick dildo and the bullet vibrator into the bedroom and locked the door even though nobody was coming home for a while. Stripped down and got on his bed. Started with the vibrator on my clit while I slowly pushed the thicker one inside. It stretched me more than I’m used to from him. Once it was deep I turned the vibrator up and just fucked myself with it, thinking about him using these on someone else or maybe planning to use them on me later.

Came pretty hard the first time and had to bury my face in his pillow. Didn’t stop though. Kept going until I came again, wetter, legs shaking. Had to take a few minutes to breathe after.

Cleaned everything really carefully and put the box back exactly how I found it. When he got home later I acted normal. We even had sex that night and I kept thinking about the toys the whole time. He has no idea I found them. Now every time I’m over there I get this quiet little rush knowing what’s in that drawer.

My friend invited me to crash at her apartment last weekend because her roommate was out of town and she didn’t want to be alone. We stayed up late watching movies and drinking a little. She passed out on the couch around 1am so I went to sleep in her bed.

I woke up early and couldn’t fall back asleep. Started looking around her room for a charger and opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand without thinking. Inside was a small collection of toys. A pink rabbit vibrator, a thicker curved dildo, some lube, and a pair of soft cuffs. There was also a little black bag with a blindfold and a small paddle.

I just sat there for a second staring at it. My friend has always seemed pretty vanilla when she talks about guys. I picked up the rabbit and the thicker dildo and went back to the bed. Locked the bedroom door even though she was still out cold on the couch.

I stripped and got under the covers. Started with the rabbit on my clit while I slowly worked the thicker one inside me. It was a tight fit at first. Once I had it in deep I turned the rabbit up higher and just fucked myself with both, thinking about her using these with whoever she’s been seeing. Imagining being the one cuffed and blindfolded while someone used me like that.

I came pretty hard the first time and had to bite the pillow so I didn’t make noise. Didn’t stop though. Kept going until I came again, messier, legs shaking under the blanket. Had to take a minute to catch my breath after.

I cleaned everything off carefully and put it all back exactly how I found it. She never woke up. Spent the rest of the morning pretending nothing happened while we made breakfast. Now every time she mentions going on a date I get this quiet little rush knowing what’s in that drawer. She has no idea.

My roommate left for the weekend to visit her parents and I had the apartment to myself. We’ve been living together for almost a year now and she’s always been pretty private about her sex life. I got bored Saturday afternoon and started looking through her closet for a hoodie to borrow. That’s when I noticed a box pushed all the way to the back under some blankets.

I pulled it out. Inside was a whole collection of stuff. A couple of different dildos, one of them pretty thick, a small wand vibrator, some lube, a pair of cuffs, and this black blindfold. There was also a little notebook. I flipped through it and it was full of her writing about the things she and her boyfriend do. Super detailed. Stuff about him tying her up, making her beg, using the toys on her while she was blindfolded. One entry talked about how he made her suck on the thick dildo while he fucked her from behind.

I sat there on the floor for a minute just staring at all of it. My heart was racing and I was already getting wet. I grabbed the thick dildo and the wand and went to my room. Locked the door even though nobody was home.

I stripped and got on my bed. Started with the wand on my clit while I held the dildo up to my mouth, just licking it and getting it wet. Then I slowly pushed it inside. It stretched me more than I’m used to. Once I had most of it in I turned the wand back on and just started fucking myself with it, thinking about the things she wrote. Imagining being the one tied up and used like that.

I came pretty fast the first time. Didn’t even take the dildo out. Just kept going until I came again, louder than I meant to. My legs were shaking after.

I cleaned everything really carefully and put the box back exactly how I found it. Spent the rest of the weekend thinking about it. Even used the wand again Sunday morning while I read more of the notebook. She has no idea. And now every time she talks about her boyfriend I get this little rush knowing what they actually get up to.

So my roommate invited me to crash at her parents place for a long weekend while they were on some cruise. She’s 20, I’m 19, and we’ve been living together since the start of the year. Her parents house is this big nice place in the suburbs with a finished basement and everything. She had to work most of the weekend so I was basically alone a lot.

I was bored one afternoon and started poking around. Not like stealing or anything, just curious. Found a locked drawer in the master bedroom. The key was sitting right on the nightstand like they didn’t even care. Inside was a whole collection of stuff. Handcuffs, a paddle, some fancy looking vibrators, a couple of butt plugs, and this thick realistic dildo that looked expensive. Also a small vibrator that was clearly meant for clit play.

I don’t know why but it turned me on immediately. Her parents always seemed so normal and put together. I grabbed the thick dildo and the little vibrator and went back downstairs to the guest room.

I locked the door even though nobody was home. Stripped down and laid on the bed. Started with just the vibrator on my clit while I held the dildo against my mouth, just tasting it and getting used to the size. It was bigger than anything I’d taken before. Once I was dripping I slowly worked the dildo inside me. Had to go slow at first because of how thick it was. Once I got most of it in I turned the vibrator back on and just fucked myself with it.

I kept thinking about her dad. He’s in his late 40s, still in decent shape, and I’ve caught myself staring at him before when he comes over to help with stuff. Imagining him using these toys on me or just bending me over and using me the way the size of that dildo suggested. I came so hard the first time that my legs were shaking. Didn’t even pull the dildo out. Just kept going until I came again, messier the second time.

After I cleaned everything and put it back exactly how I found it. Spent the rest of the weekend using that same dildo every chance I got while she was at work. One time I even recorded myself on my phone riding it and talking dirty, pretending it was him. Deleted it after but fuck it was hot.

Now every time I’m over there I get this little rush knowing what’s in that drawer. My roommate has no idea. Neither do her parents. And I can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like if it was the real thing instead of just the toy.

okay so this happened two nights ago and i still feel weird about it.

im 19 and ive been going to this small 24 hour gym near campus for a few months. theres this trainer who works late shifts, mid thirties, quiet, always professional. he never pushes anything, just corrects form when people ask and then goes back to his own workout.

tuesday night the place was almost empty. i was finishing up on the mat when i noticed he was the only other person left. he went into the staff room in the back and left the door cracked. i should have just packed up and left.

instead i walked closer, pretending i was looking for my water bottle. through the gap i could see him sitting on the bench, shirt off, phone in one hand. the other hand was moving slow under his shorts. the light from the screen was the only thing lighting his face and whatever he was watching was clearly not work related.

i stood there longer than i meant to. long enough that my own breathing got shallow. i ended up backing into the empty stretching room with the lights off, shorts around my thighs, fingers already wet before i even started. i came quiet and fast, eyes locked on that half open door, biting the inside of my cheek so i wouldnt make a sound.

when i finally walked out he was already back on the floor racking weights like nothing happened. he nodded at me the same way he always does. asked if i needed a spot next time. i said maybe and left with my bag over my shoulder and my legs still a little shaky.

i keep thinking about how close that door was. how easy it would have been to just push it open. part of me is already planning to go back at the same time next week.

so this is the one that still makes my stomach drop when i think about it.

im 19 and ive been in his office hours a lot this semester. hes in his late thirties, married, the kind of professor everyone respects. last thursday a group of us stayed late working on a project and by the time we finished the buses had stopped running. he lived close enough that he offered to let a couple of us crash on his couch and floor instead of walking across campus in the dark. everyone else declined. i said yes because i was exhausted and it seemed practical.

his place was quiet. wife was out of town for work. he set me up on the couch with a blanket, said goodnight, and went to his room. i tried to sleep. around one i got up for water and heard the low sound of a video playing from behind his partially closed door.

i should have gone straight back to the couch.

instead i stood in the hallway long enough to realize it was not a normal video. the sounds were too specific. too familiar. the kind of sounds that made my mouth go dry. i edged closer until i could see the glow of the laptop on his bed. he was on his back, one hand moving under the sheet, eyes fixed on the screen. the woman in the video was getting fucked hard and loud and he was matching the rhythm with his own hand.

i stayed there longer than i should have. long enough that my own hand slipped into my shorts. i came quiet and shaking against the wall, eyes locked on the way his hips lifted under the sheet, biting my lip so hard it stung. when he finished and the video stopped i slipped back to the couch before he could get up.

the next morning he made coffee like nothing happened. asked if i slept okay. i said yes and tried not to look at his hands when he passed me the mug.

i keep thinking about how close the door was. how easy it would have been to just push it open. part of me is still waiting for the next late project night.

so this happened last week and i still cant stop thinking about it.

i live in this old duplex and the water heater on my side decided to die on a random tuesday. my neighbor is this guy in his early thirties, keeps to himself, works from home, always polite when we pass each other. he offered to let me use his shower while i waited for the landlord to fix mine. i said yes because i was already late for class and covered in sweat from the morning.

his bathroom was clean and smelled like whatever soap he uses. i got in, turned the water on, and tried to be quick. then i noticed the door wasnt fully closed. not wide open or anything, just enough that if someone walked past they might see.

i should have gotten out and shut it properly.

instead i stood under the water longer than i needed to. soap running down my chest, hands slower than they had to be. i told myself i was just rinsing off. then i heard footsteps in the hallway. they stopped outside the bathroom for a second and kept going.

my heart was already racing. i leaned against the tile and let my hand slide between my legs while the water hit my shoulders. i kept my eyes on the gap in the door the whole time. every little sound made me freeze and then start again. i came with my forehead pressed to the wall, biting my lip hard so i wouldnt make noise, imagining he was still standing out there listening.

when i finally got out and dried off i could hear him in the kitchen. i walked out in the towel he left for me and he just handed me a glass of water like nothing was weird. asked if the water pressure was okay. i said it was fine and tried not to look at his mouth.

i went home after that. my water heater got fixed the next day. but now every time i shower i think about that half open door and how close i came to just calling his name instead of staying quiet.

still not sure if he knew. part of me hopes he did.

okay i need to get this out because ive been thinking about it nonstop and it still feels unreal.

so im 19 and i work part time at this little cafe. one of the managers, mid thirties, really put together guy, always professional, kind of quiet. last weekend his roommate was out of town and his usual place to crash after a late shift fell through so he offered me the couch if i wanted instead of taking the last bus. i said yes because i was exhausted and the buses suck that late.

his place was nice. clean, simple, nothing weird. he made tea, we talked about work for a bit, then he went to bed and left me the living room. i was half asleep on the couch when i got up to use the bathroom and noticed his bedroom door was cracked. light from his phone screen or something. i should have just gone back to the couch.

i didnt.

i stood there for a second listening and then pushed the door open a little more. he was on his back, one arm behind his head, the other moving under the sheet. slow. focused. the sheet was tented and every so often his hips lifted a little. he had no idea i was there.

i watched longer than i should have. long enough that my mouth went dry and my own hand drifted without me really deciding to. i ended up backing into the hallway bathroom with my heart pounding, door locked, sitting on the closed toilet lid with my underwear around my ankles just listening to the faint sounds from his room while i touched myself.

it was so quiet except for the occasional shift of sheets and this low breath he kept making. i came faster than i ever have alone, biting the side of my hand so hard it left a mark, imagining it was his hand instead.

when i finished i cleaned up, went back to the couch, and pretended to be asleep when he got up later for water. he never knew.

the next morning he made coffee like nothing happened. asked if i slept okay. i said yes and tried not to look at his hands.

i keep replaying it. the way the sheet moved. the sound of his breathing. how easy it would have been to just walk in. i dont know if im more embarrassed or more turned on that i still get wet thinking about it.

anyway. thats the story. still not sure what to do with it.