Spying on Ourselves Was Only the Beginning of That Trip
The apartment walls were paper-thin, and my girlfriend’s best friend slept just on the other side. That first morning, we pretended not to remember she was there.
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Stories by BrasaFogosa
The Architect Who Yielded to All Her Workers
Beneath the formal cloak and dark glasses, the architect hid a young body that the workers building her bridge would soon discover, one by one.
The Night My Boyfriend Invited Others Into Our Bed
I told my boyfriend I wanted to be with more men that night. He smiled, opened the door, and let them come in one after another while I lost count.
My Friend’s Live Stream Ended in an Orgy of Four
I went down to the living room in a thong, knowing he was watching me from the other sofa. Through the wall, my friend was streaming live with her boyfriend. And all I could think about was which door to open that night.
The Candy Giveaway That Sparked the Electoral Orgy
I’d spent forty years waiting to take part in an election. No one warned me I’d end up naked, chasing a stranger among overturned ballot boxes.
The Game the German Set Up on the Nude Beach
She agreed to show them around the city thinking she was in control. She had no idea that every dinner, every beach, and every slip-up was part of a game designed for her alone.
When I Finished with Him, the Other Four Were Applauding
The applause came from the four armchairs around the bed. She turned, still breathless, and found them naked, waiting their turn.
My Fantasy with Five Men at Once
They arrived at six sharp, kissed me one by one as soon as they walked in, and I knew that night I wouldn’t be the one setting the rules.
The Sleepover with My Friends Turned into a Game Without Rules
I let my guard down with a silly question about group sex, and Antonella smiled as if she’d been waiting months for someone to ask it.
The Game of the Three Doors at That Campsite
Three women, three men, and one rule that night in the bungalow: nobody knew who would end up with whom, and the timer was already running on the living room table.
The Poolside Party Never Ended
I’d been lying on the towel for hours, the sun sinking, and every time I thought it was over someone new knelt beside me with another idea in mind.
The Widow, the Eleven Laborers, and a Hot Afternoon
I went downstairs naked, smiled at them, and only set one rule: come up without clothes. There were eleven, sweaty and needy; I’d been widowed far too long.
The Bet That Ended with Swapped Partners
If we lasted five minutes, then the women would compete afterward. What began as a joke among friends ended with the four of us naked in the same bed.
My Wife Planned the Threesome at the Cabin Without Telling Me
We went down to the sauna without swimsuits and I understood that my wife and her cousin had already talked it all over: that mountain weekend was not going to be what we’d been told.
My Friend’s Boyfriend Chose Me at the Swinger Party
The door was half open, and while I was spying on my friend with two strangers, a hand turned me by the waist. It was him. And he smiled at me as if we both already knew.
I Convincing My Husband to Have Our First Threesome
I knew I wanted to fuck him from the very first message. What I didn’t know was how far my husband would go when the three of us crossed into the private room.
The Motorcycle Lesson That Ended on the Nude Beach
I got on the bike not knowing how to ride and got off it a different man. But what really changed me happened afterward, in the sand, away from prying eyes... or so I thought.
The Partner Swap Behind the Masks
“Come at eleven to the north area of the parking lot. No words.” An anonymous note, a nun’s mask, and a woman who may not have been his waiting against the car.
The Gym Newbies Wanted to Try Something More
Marcos and Nadia had only ever done it with us. That night, blindfolded and with the neighbors on the way, they would discover how far they were willing to go.
The Game the Yacht Couple Proposed to Me That Night
I put on the blue dress Nadia chose for me, with nothing underneath, and went up on deck knowing that night I wouldn’t leave a single line uncrossed.