u/tinysugarrabbit

This is so fucked up, but I can’t stop imagining it.

Picture this: I’m dressed like a typical tourist (shorts, crop top, very lost), asking for directions in Clarke Quay or Bugis. A group of local guys (you know the type - ah beng energy, singlet, chain-smoking) “offer” to help.

“Where you going, ah girl? Let us show you.”
“You look thirsty… here, drink this.” (It’s not water.)
“You’re so far from home… let us take care of you.”

Next thing I know, I’m in a back alley, my skirt hiked up, my mouth stuffed with cock while they take turns using me. I’m too “scared” to scream… but my body loves it.

I was selling my old vibrator on Carousell (don’t judge me, it was a good one) when this guy DM’d: “How much to test it out on you first?” I laughed and blocked him.

Then he offered $500.

We met at the McDonald’s near my hall. He was older (mid-30s, suit, very “I have a wife”), and I was supposed to just let him watch me use the vibe in the bathroom. But the second we were in the stall, he pushed me against the wall, hiked up my skirt, and growled, “You’re not leaving until I make you scream.”

Two fingers inside me, one hand over my mouth, and I came so hard I bit his palm. He didn’t even use the vibrator. Just paid me, wiped his fingers on my panties, and left.

I bought two new vibrators with that money.

(Worth it. 10/10. Would let a married man finger-fuck me in a public toilet again.)

I’ve always been the good girl - top of my cohort, never late for lectures, the one who actually reads the textbooks in the NUS Central Library’s silent zone. But last semester, I had this recurring fantasy that still makes me squirm in my seat during 8am stats lectures. Picture this: It’s 11pm on a Thursday, and the library’s half-empty. You’re the guy two tables over - the one who always sits there with your noise-canceling headphones, highlighting some dense poli-sci textbook like it’s the Gita.
I’ve caught you staring at me before when you think I’m not looking.
Tonight, I let you. I “accidentally” drop my pen under your table. When I bend to pick it up, I make sure my skirt rides up just enough for you to see the lace trim of my panties. You freeze. I pretend not to notice, but when I sit back up, I slowly cross my legs, letting my heel press just a little too hard between my thighs. Your Adam’s apple bobs.
I bite my lip around my pen cap, eyes locked on yours over my notes. Then - I moan. Just a tiny, breathy sound, like I’m frustrated with my work. But I do it again. And again. Your fingers twitch against your thigh. The library’s dead silent except for the hum of the AC and the wet sound of me shifting in my seat. You stand up like you’re stretching, then “accidentally” brush against my table.

Your hand grazes my knee under the guise of steadying yourself. I don’t pull away. Instead, I spread my legs just a little wider, my pencil skirt riding up. Your breath hitches. You kneel to “pick up a book” you dropped - and find my hand already there, pulling you under the table by your tie. The rest? Well. Let’s just say the CCTV in the silent zone has very interesting footage of a very not-silent me.

Bonus points if: You’re the TA for my module and we both know I definitely didn’t earn that A+ fairly.

Okay, I know this is trashy, but hear me out. Was out with my girls at Clarke Quay last Friday, and this NSF (tall, super fit, that whole “I can throw you over my shoulder” energy) kept buying me drinks. One thing led to another, and we ended up making out in the alley behind the club. Then he whispered, “Follow me,” and dragged me into the MRT toilet at City Hall (yes, really). He bent me over the sink, hiked up my skirt, and fucked me so hard I had to bite my own hand to stay quiet. The best part? Some ah gong knocked halfway through, and this guy just growled “Occupied,” and kept going like nothing happened. Left with his number, a sore throat (from other activities), and zero regrets. 10/10, would get railed in a public toilet again.

Back in JC, I had this tuition teacher - Mr. Tan - super strict, always in those buttoned-up shirts, glasses, that dad energy that made my thighs clench. He’d scold me for not finishing my work, and I’d stare at his hands, imagining them spanking me instead of tapping the whiteboard.

Now? I fantasize about him catching me - maybe I “forgot” to do my homework on purpose. He’d sigh, shut the door, and say, “You’re hopeless. Maybe a real lesson will teach you.”

Then he’d make me bend over his desk, pull my skirt up, and use his belt - not too hard, just enough to make me whimper. And when I’m sobbing, he’d unbuckle his pants, grip my hair, and fuck me from behind while telling me what a disgraceful little slut I am for wanting this.

Worst part? I’d cum so hard I’d ruin his chair. And he’d make me clean it up… with my mouth.

(Extra kink: He’d record it on his phone and threaten to show my parents if I don’t obey him next lesson.)

I (F19) have this senior in my uni course who’s always offering to “help me study.” At first, I thought he was just being nice - until he started “explaining” concepts by tracing his fingers along my arm, then my thigh, then… well, let’s just say his “lessons” now involve a lot of practical demonstrations.

Last week, we were in the empty library study room (because of course he picked the one with the frosted glass), and he “accidentally” dropped his pen under the table. When he bent down to get it, he didn’t come back up - just stayed there, hands sliding up my skirt, whispering how “good of a student” I was while his tongue-

Okay, I should feel guilty, but honestly? I’ve never aced a test so hard in my life.

I had a crush on him since Sem 1 - tall, glasses, that smug way he graded my essays. He caught me “studying” (aka scrolling TikTok) in the restricted section of the library. Instead of kicking me out, he locked the door, pushed me against the shelves, and whispered, “You want to pass this module or not?”

I let him fuck me right there, books falling around us, my moans muffled by his hand. The worst part? I failed the quiz the next day because I was too sore to concentrate.

Worth it.

TL;DR: Library sex > academics. Do not recommend for GPA.

It was 2AM in Clarke Quay, and I was drunk - stumbling in heels, laughing too loud. Then he appeared: tall, uniformed, that look like he’d eaten girls like me for breakfast. “You’re coming with me.” I expected a fine. I didn’t expect his hand on my waist, pressing me against the alley wall. “You want me to let you go, ah?” His breath was hot, his grip rough. I nodded. He smirked. “Then you’ll do exactly what I say.”

Now I’m in the backseat of his patrol car, legs spread, praying no one drives by…
How does he ‘punish’ me?

Yeah, you read that right.

My ex (let’s call him J) and I broke up messily. His best friend (let’s call him K) was always flirty with me, even when we were together. Last week, J texted me drunk, saying he “missed me.” I went over to “talk”… but K was there too.

One thing led to another - K’s hands on my waist, my back against the headboard, J just standing there, watching with this weird mix of anger and… arousal? I didn’t stop. I rode K right there, moaning louder just to fuck with J’s head.

Best part? J didn’t leave. He just… watched. And when I came, he was hard in his pants.

My parents went to Malaysia for the weekend, and my dad’s super close friend - Uncle K, the one who’s been like a second dad to me since sec school - offered to “drop by” to make sure I was okay. I didn’t think anything of it… until he showed up with wine and started asking if I had a boyfriend yet. One thing led to another, and suddenly his hands were all over me on the same sofa where I watched TV as a kid. He kept saying, “You’re not a little girl anymore, ah?” while unbuttoning my blouse. I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve felt guilty. But when he came inside me, all I could think was… “Don’t stop.” Now I don’t know how to face him at CNY.

So I was studying at the library with this guy from my econ tutorial - we’ve been “study buddies” for like two weeks, but I could tell he kept glancing at my legs whenever I crossed them. Yesterday, I “accidentally” dropped my pen near his chair and bent over extra slow in my mini skirt. When I came back up, his eyes were locked. Later, he asked if I wanted to grab kopi at his place “to keep studying.” I said yes… and let him finger me on his sofa while his flatmate was literally asleep in the next room. Still can’t believe I did that. My heart was pounding the whole bus ride home.

Kinda embarrassed but also turned on sharing this... I'm in uni now and been experimenting more, like last month I went to this party at a friend's condo and ended up making out with two guys at once. One was sucking on my tits while the other ate me out on the couch, everyone else too drunk to notice. I was dripping, legs shaking, and they took turns fucking me from behind till I squirted for the first time. No protection cos I was on the pill, but damn the risk made it hotter. Now I fantasize about more gangbangs, idk if that's weird but it feels so good being used like that.

Hey all, lurking here for ages but finally spilling this cos it's been eating at me (in a hot way, not guilty lol). I'm a 19F Singaporean just starting my second year in uni here, the kind of girl who looks all innocent on campus but damn, sometimes the horniness just takes over sia.

So last Thursday, me and this guy from my tutorial group were grinding through some late-night study sesh in the quiet corner of the library. He's this cute Indian-Singaporean dude, same age, always lowkey flirting during lectures with those cheeky smiles. We were alone in the stacks, and after like an hour of pretending to care about notes, our knees kept brushing under the table. I could feel the tension building lah, like electricity or whatever.

I don't know what possessed me, but I just leaned over and whispered something dumb like "This is boring, wanna make it fun?" Next thing I know, his hand's on my thigh, sliding up my skirt (yeah I wore that short pleated one cos why not). Heart pounding cos anyone could walk by, but that made it hotter. I pulled him deeper into the shelves, pressed against the books, and we started making out like crazy. His fingers found their way inside me quick, and I was already so wet from all the buildup.

Ended up dropping to my knees right there - shh don't judge, the thrill was insane. Sucked him off while trying not to make noise, his hand in my hair guiding me, and fuck, the risk of getting caught had me dripping. He came fast (poor guy was pent up), and then he returned the favor, fingering me till I bit my lip so hard to stay quiet when I finished. We fixed our clothes, grabbed our bags, and snuck out like nothing happened. Acted all normal in class yesterday too, but now every time I see him I get flashbacks.

Am I slutty for this? Idk, but it felt empowering and dirty in the best way. Anyone else done something wild in a public spot like that? Spill if you have! 😈🇸🇬

Hey everyone, throwing this out anonymously because I still feel a mix of shame and thrill about it. I'm 19F from Singapore, second year in uni, and I've always been the "good girl" type who focuses on grades and doesn't party much. But last week, everything changed during finals prep.

We were cramming in the library till like 2am, just me and this guy from my tutorial group. He's cute, quiet, the kind who doesn't talk much but has that intense stare. I was stressed AF, chugging coffee, and at some point, our legs brushed under the table. I didn't move away. Neither did he. By the time we packed up, it was pouring rain outside, and he offered to share an umbrella back to the dorms.

Halfway there, we ducked into this empty gazebo to wait out the storm. I don't know what got into me - maybe the exhaustion or the adrenaline - but I just leaned in and kissed him. He kissed back hard, hands sliding under my wet shirt. Before I knew it, we were making out like crazy, my skirt hiked up, his fingers teasing me through my panties. I was so wet already, panting and whispering for him to keep going.

We didn't have much time or privacy, so it was quick and risky. I dropped to my knees on the damp floor (ew, thinking about it now), unzipped him, and took him in my mouth right there. He tasted salty, groaned my name, and gripped my hair. I felt like such a slut, but it turned me on so much. He pulled me up after a bit, bent me over the bench, and fucked me from behind - hard, fast, no condom (stupid, I know, but we were both clean and I panicked and took the morning after pill). The rain muffled everything, but I swear I came twice, biting my lip to stay quiet.

After, we just laughed nervously, fixed our clothes, and walked back like nothing happened. Haven't talked about it since, but now I catch him staring in class, and I'm replaying it in my head every night. Was this my slutty awakening? Part of me wants to do it again, maybe sneak into his room next time. What do you all think - am I turning into a total nympho, or is this normal uni stuff?

So… I have a problem. I’m in my second year at NUS, and there’s this prof-tall, deep voice, always wears these crisp white shirts with ties just slightly undone. The way he leans against the lecture table when he explains economics? Fuck. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had to cross my legs under that desk. Last week, I stayed back after his lecture (on purpose, okay?) to “ask questions.” The hall was empty, just us. He was packing his stuff, and I swore I saw him glance at my legs when I shifted in my seat. My skirt was short-stupidly short-and I may or may not have let my thighs press together just a little too slow when I stood up to leave. Then I did something so reckless. I “accidentally” dropped my phone near his podium. When I bent to pick it up, I made sure my ass was right in his line of sight. He cleared his throat-like, loudly-and when I stood up, his tie was crooked. Like someone had tugged it. His fingers were twitching at his sides. I didn’t even say bye. Just walked out, my panties already damp. Now every time I see him, I swear he lingers a second too long when he hands back my assignments. And I always wear that skirt on his lecture days. …I’m gonna hell for this, right?

hey everyone, i'm a 19f from singapore studying in uni here, and i've been lurking this sub for ages but finally decided to spill. omg i feel so naughty typing this but whatever, anonymity is bliss right?

so last sem, i was crushing hard on this guy in my tutorial group - tall, sporty type, you know the vibe. we started chatting after class, and one thing led to another, ended up back at his dorm after a late night study sesh (lol yeah right, more like netflix and chill). i was wearing this short skirt cuz it was hot af outside, and he couldn't keep his hands off me the whole way back.

we barely made it through the door before he had me pinned against the wall, kissing me like he was starving. i was so wet already, i pulled off my panties and just guided his hand down there. he fingered me while i stroked him through his shorts - dude was rock hard and huge, made me gasp. then i dropped to my knees and gave him the sloppiest bj ever, gagging a bit but loving how he moaned my name. we didn't even bother with a bed; he bent me over his desk and fucked me from behind, hard and fast, pulling my hair. i came twice before he pulled out and finished on my ass.

but here's the slutty part - i didn't stop there. next weekend, i hooked up with his roommate too, thinking he was out. same dorm, sneaky af. he caught me half-naked waiting for his friend and just smirked, then ate me out on the couch till i was shaking. we went at it missionary style, his dick not as big but he lasted forever and made me squirt for the first time ever. felt so dirty doing it right after the first guy, like i was their little secret shared slut.

now i'm kinda addicted to the thrill, been eyeing a few more guys in my lectures. anyone else in singapore uni get into this dorm hookup drama? or am i just a total hoe? 😈 no judgments pls, just needed to get this off my chest.

hey everyone, throwing this out here cuz i've been holding it in for weeks and it's driving me crazy. i'm a second year in uni, and last sem we had this group project that dragged on forever. my groupmate was this quiet guy, kinda cute in a nerdy way, always wearing those button-ups like he's trying too hard. we ended up booking a small study room in the lib to finish the report late one night, just the two of us cuz the others bailed.

at first it was all normal, laptops open, notes everywhere. but then he brushed my hand while passing the mouse and i felt this spark, you know? i was wearing my usual shorts and tank top cuz it was so humid, and i could tell he kept stealing glances. i teased him a bit, saying "you look distracted sia" and he just laughed it off. but then i "accidentally" dropped my pen under the table and when i bent down to get it, my top shifted and... yeah, he got a full view.

next thing i know, he's leaning over, whispering how he's been wanting to do this since orientation. his hand slides up my thigh, and i'm like, why not? the door was locked, lights dim, and the lib was basically empty. i climbed onto his lap right there in the chair, grinding against him while he kissed my neck. felt so risky with people studying outside, but that made it hotter. he pulled my shorts aside and went down on me on the table, papers everywhere, me biting my lip to stay quiet. then i returned the favor, unzipping him and taking him in my mouth till he was groaning softly.

we didn't have a condom but i was on the pill, so he finished inside me from behind, me bent over the table holding onto the edge. came so hard i almost knocked over the lamp. we cleaned up quick, finished the project like nothing happened, but now every time i see him in class i get wet just thinking about it. idk if we'll do it again, but damn, uni life's full of surprises huh? anyone else got risky hookup stories?

Hey everyone, long time lurker here, finally feeling brave enough to spill. I'm that typical stressed out freshie from NUS (yeah, won't name the course but it's a pain in the ass), juggling lectures and all that shit. Been single for months, and honestly, my hormones are going crazy – like, I can't stop thinking about dick 24/7. Anyway, this happened last Friday and I still get wet just remembering it.

So my tutor – let's call him Mr. L, mid-30s, cute in that nerdy way with glasses and a bit of stubble – he's been helping me with my assignments 'cause I'm barely scraping by. We usually meet in the library for late night sessions. Last week, it was super empty, just us in this quiet corner on the 4th floor. I was wearing my usual short skirt (the weather here is too damn hot for anything else) and a tight top, no bra 'cause why not.

We were going over notes, but I kept catching him staring at my legs. I "accidentally" dropped my pen under the table and when I bent down to get it, I made sure he got a good view. He didn't say anything at first, but his face went red. I teased him like, "Opsi, clumsy me," and sat back up closer to him. Next thing, my hand's on his thigh, and he's not stopping me. I could feel him getting hard through his pants – thick af, btw.

Idk what came over me, but I whispered, "You want to help me relax a bit?" He looked around, then just nodded and pulled me onto his lap right there at the table. His hands went straight up my skirt, fingers sliding my panties aside. I was already soaked, grinding on him while he kissed my neck. Fuck, it felt so risky with the security cams everywhere, but that made it hotter.

He unzipped and slid into me so easy, no condom or anything (stupid, I know, but the thrill...). I rode him slow at first, biting my lip to stay quiet, but then he grabbed my hips and started thrusting up hard. My tits were bouncing out of my top, and he sucked on them while I covered his mouth to muffle his groans. We came at the same time – me clenching around him, him filling me up deep. Pulled out just in time, cum dripping down my thighs as I fixed my skirt.

We pretended nothing happened after, but he texted me yesterday for another "session." Am I slutty for this? Probably, but damn, best study break ever. Anyone else hooked up in weird uni spots? Spill pls, need to know I'm not alone lol.

Omg I can't believe I'm posting this but I need to get it off my chest. Last weekend I snuck into my dorm's common lounge after hours with my roommate's hookup (he's 21, super hot). We were supposed to just make out but I ended up riding him on the couch, door unlocked, with the security cam right above us. The thrill of maybe getting caught had me squirting all over him twice. Haven't stopped thinking about it or touching myself since. Anyone else addicted to that risky shit? 😩💦