you and me are besties from childhood who are completely open minded with each other and talk everything... our parents are attending to a marriage whose fam I don't like at all, so I stay back and knowing this, you stay back as well... so we plan to have a staycation at your home for 5-10 days... so.. the sexual tensions increases day by day as the sexual activities starts with none and increases little by little every single day
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You and me were college mates (snr-jnr, vice-versa, parallels,classmates.. anything you choose). You have an interview in the city where I live in and I am the only contact you can find in the city, and also upon contacing you find I live very nearby to your interview location, so we talk and we decide that you will stay with me for a couple of days. So you get the interview, and then we plan to party with beer/wine/champagne or just food(if non alocholic), and we decide to talk and as the night goes, we talk openly and dirty leading to touches/watching eachh others body, then creating sexual tension under which you plan to stop by a few more days.
You got a sleeper bus ticket for a destination which is a day and half journey by bus. After boarding you find me, in the berth beside you, so you confront the staff and finds out, your dad who booked the ticket put it wrong. So, you accept to share the berth. How did we go from strangers to sex partners in a day? Let's find out together. Pm please.
You and me are part of a friends group of 6 where the other 4 are 2 couples.. and we're just mutual friends.. we plan a trip.. and when we reach the destination, they ask us to share the room leading to know eachother and a good interaction. And when roaming places, we become close friends... and then during a night camping, they make us play truth or dare for couples as a couple making us do dirty things leading to sexual tension between us...
You are a influencer who does decent posts and have good engagement, but recently your reach has a downfall due to a competitor who started with the same kinda content space. So you reach out a consultant who asks you to post a bold/hot photoshoot to get the engagement back. Being shy, you decide to do it and remember me who was your bff during clg days and is now a professional photographer.
You ask for the photoshoot and I agree... and we do a hot photoshoot at your home as you want the shoot to be private... I select your outfits, make you look slutty and create pictures.. while dressing you and shooting you, I touch creating a good sexual/romantic tension between us
You ask for the photoshoot and I agree... and we do a hot photoshoot at your home as you want the shoot to be private... I select your outfits, make you look slutty and create pictures.. while dressing you and shooting you, I touch creating a good sexual/romantic tension between us
You and me are neighbors, you live with your parents and I live alone. We live in different floors and we know each other and we are well-flirty. You had a pooja at your home and you bring prasada to me in a hot saree [traditional yet hot], so I flirt, we flirt, and I touch and grope you into a sweet saree romance, when your parent call you to come back home.. you leave.. we continue to meet in multiple places of apartment secretly to continue the sexual tension... until one day your parents go out of the town and we are alone.
We are roommates living in a 2bhk home which is remote from the city/town in another country than our home country, I had an accident, and got injured with both of my hands, the doctor before discharge, informs you that I would get cold balls since it's atleast 6 months sionce I ejaculated, she tells you that I need to cum daily to not get into pain. At start you don't wanna do but you start it slowly with hjs and slowly as we grow closer, a little nudity involves with blowjobs slowly converting into passionate blowjobs and makeouts on my lap and as I slowly recover, we become romantically close to make out continuously and becoming fwbs/gf-bf or just stay roommates
I am your besties fwb, and she tells everything we do to you.. and it arises a little interest in you about me while you haven't seen or know me yet. Today's your besties bday.. so you call her.. while she lifts it moaning as I am already giving her a bday gift... and invites you to the party in the evng at a villa she rented for party. Pm to discuss more and continue
We are bestfriends. You found that your bf has been cheating on you since a while and you have a very dirty break up. You come to me crying and telling me everything. And then we discuss and you ask me to take you away from our city for a few days.
We go to a destination that we decide on. And you cry, talk everything and started to slowly heal around nature. I take you out to places, take pictures, videos, make you smile and laugh again. We booze everything and we slowly start interest in each other which we had before your relation. We slowly flirt, talk, everything gets slowly escalating to romance.
We go to a destination that we decide on. And you cry, talk everything and started to slowly heal around nature. I take you out to places, take pictures, videos, make you smile and laugh again. We booze everything and we slowly start interest in each other which we had before your relation. We slowly flirt, talk, everything gets slowly escalating to romance.
You’re my hot neighbour, married and modern. I’m your neighbour, and you often ask me for fashion advice. You wanted to be looking best for your anniv and am so close as a friend, so call me over, show me sarees while I choose the best one for you to wear and later... hehehe
AlwaysWithLuvNLust
New Member
I can be your roommate.. neighbour... or friend... am actually is a male adult model on some site like OF or something who earns a lot and you watch me sometimes... but you never know it's me coz i put a mask on... you find it somehow.. with a tattooo or with a mark or anything... then you make me admit it.. and then we'll see what goes on our brain...
AlwaysWithLuvNLust
New Member
It’s been only a week since Riya broke up with me, and she has already moved on and started dating some other guy she met on Instagram. I know I was a big red flag — too possessive and controlling for megha— and I won’t deny that. But even then, her leaving me like that and not giving me any time to move on hurt more than I expected.
Apparently, megha felt bad for me. She knew what I was like, she knew my flaws, but Riya moving on so quickly made her really mad at her. So she decided to reach out to me on Instagram. I ignored her messages for a few days. I didn’t know what to say, and honestly, I didn’t want to talk.
Instead of letting it go, she talked to my friends and somehow got my address.
Today, in the afternoon, she showed up at my place. Just like that. Wearing that outfit, holding a bucket of ice cream because she didn’t know what else to bring to “help” me. She rang the bell, and for a second, she herself was guessing whether showing up like this might send mixed signals.
And that’s where everything stands.
Apparently, megha felt bad for me. She knew what I was like, she knew my flaws, but Riya moving on so quickly made her really mad at her. So she decided to reach out to me on Instagram. I ignored her messages for a few days. I didn’t know what to say, and honestly, I didn’t want to talk.
Instead of letting it go, she talked to my friends and somehow got my address.
Today, in the afternoon, she showed up at my place. Just like that. Wearing that outfit, holding a bucket of ice cream because she didn’t know what else to bring to “help” me. She rang the bell, and for a second, she herself was guessing whether showing up like this might send mixed signals.
And that’s where everything stands.
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AlwaysWithLuvNLust
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You’re my stunning, modern neighbor — confident, stylish, and happily married. We’ve developed a comfortable friendship over time, mostly centered around your love for fashion. You often ask me for advice on outfits, colors, and styling, trusting my eye and honesty.
Your wedding anniversary is coming up, and you want to look unforgettable. Since I’m the one who always helps you choose what suits you best, you invite me over to help you decide which saree to wear for the special night.
In your living room, you lay out several sarees — rich silks, delicate chiffons, bold colors, subtle pastels. One by one, you try them on while I carefully adjust the pleats, suggest blouse pairings, fix the drape over your shoulder. What starts as friendly fashion advice becomes charged with subtle tension — longer eye contact in the mirror, fingertips lingering a second too long while fixing the fabric, compliments that feel slightly more personal than usual.
Neither of us says anything directly. You’re married. I’m just the helpful neighbor.
But in the quiet space between choosing the “perfect” saree… something unspoken begins to shift.
Your wedding anniversary is coming up, and you want to look unforgettable. Since I’m the one who always helps you choose what suits you best, you invite me over to help you decide which saree to wear for the special night.
In your living room, you lay out several sarees — rich silks, delicate chiffons, bold colors, subtle pastels. One by one, you try them on while I carefully adjust the pleats, suggest blouse pairings, fix the drape over your shoulder. What starts as friendly fashion advice becomes charged with subtle tension — longer eye contact in the mirror, fingertips lingering a second too long while fixing the fabric, compliments that feel slightly more personal than usual.
Neither of us says anything directly. You’re married. I’m just the helpful neighbor.
But in the quiet space between choosing the “perfect” saree… something unspoken begins to shift.
AlwaysWithLuvNLust
New Member
I didn’t expect to see her here. My sister’s wedding was supposed to be simple—family, noise, rituals, and a past I’d buried somewhere between flights to the US and sleepless nights. Then she walks in, unaware… laughing with the bride, my sister, her best friend. She doesn’t know. Not yet. The house is overcrowded, rooms running out, and somehow we’re asked to share one—just for the night. Fate, or something crueler. When the door closes, silence floods in. We haven’t spoken in years, but everything between us is still there—unresolved, unforgotten. She looks at me like a memory she tried to erase. I look at her like home I chose to leave. Words come slowly, then all at once—questions, regrets, things we never said. The air shifts, heavy with closeness, with what almost was. Every glance lingers too long, every step feels too near. By the time she realizes whose wedding this truly is, it’s too late. Because somewhere between the past and this moment… we’ve already found each other again.