“Okay,” I said, returning her smile. “Let me take care of you. Just this once.”

I shifted position on the couch, my body still tingling from what she had done for me. She looked up at me, her expression a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, her large brown eyes searching mine for reassurance.

“Just relax…” I said softly, guiding Molly to lie back against the couch cushions, her breasts bouncing slightly and her legs unconsciously parting. She nodded, closing her eyes as she sunk back into the soft fabric, her cheeks flushed.

For a moment, I did nothing. I just looked.

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“Oh my god, Sarah,” Molly murmured softly, her voice shaking slightly as she stared at my body, seemingly mesmerized. “God, it’s so beautiful…”

I felt my face get hot. I wasn’t sure how to respond. It was one thing to feel like I was helping out my friend’s sister, but another thing to actually let her bury her tongue inside me. And yet…

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I swallowed, my throat tight. “I…I guess you’re right.”

Molly nodded, standing up and gently bringing her fingers to the brass button of her tiny denim shorts. “Are you still sure you want to help me?” she asked, her large breasts and tight body towering over me, my head the same height as her belly button. “Because I think I might have a really pretty pussy…”

I looked up at her and nodded. “Show me.”

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I went to my friend Luke’s place to pick him up for movies, but he was still out running errands, so his sister Molly invited me in to play Mario Kart while I waited. We’d only ever had polite conversations before, but she seemed cool in a nerdy way, so I agreed to hang out with her in the living room. She won a couple of races, I won a couple of races, and everything was normal until…

“No,” I said, in response to Molly’s question. “I’m still single. How about you?”

“Boom!” she laughed, sailing past me on her Princess Peach bike and crossing the finish line. “WINNER!”

I laughed. “Well done.”

“Thanks. And yeah, I’m still single too.”

I gave her a playful nudge with my elbow. “Getting laid though, I bet.”

She blushed, looking down at the controller. “Uh…no, actually…”

“Sorry,” I said. “Didn’t mean to make you–”

“No, no,” she said, waving off my concern. “It’s just harder for me, I guess. Being gay and stuff. You never know who you are even allowed to like, you know? It can be really confusing.”

Luke had told me she was a lesbian before, and I nodded sympathetically. “Yeah. That must really suck.”

“It does.” She moved as if she was going to pick up the controller and then stopped. She looked at me for a moment. “I’ve actually never been with anyone. Like, at all.”

“Wait, really? Never? Like, not even once?”

She laughed nervously. “Nope. Not even once. It’s embarrassing. I’m literally the only lesbian I know…”

“Well, how do you know you’re gay if you’ve never tried it?”

She hesitated for a second, her cheeks still red, and then shrugged. “I mean, I watch a lot of lesbian porn…”

“Oh…” I laughed nervously. Something about hearing my friend’s little sister say “porn” made me shift a little in my seat. “That makes sense…”

She giggled softly. “Yeah. And I definitely enjoy that. A lot…so. I’d say it’s definitely confirmed at this point.”

“What kind do you watch?” I asked, immediately horrified that those words had escaped my mouth before I had a chance to vet them. Did I really just ask my friend’s little sister what kind of porn she got off to?

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To my surprise, she seemed eager to answer, visibly brightening at the chance to talk about it. “I like the gentle kind.” She gave me a shy smile, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, slow kisses, lots of touching. Stuff that feels real, you know?”

She looked at me, her eyes a little glossy, and I knew she was picturing it. I shook my head a little, trying to clear the images of woman…bodies pressed together…panties on the floor…nipples hard, feeling the wetness between–

I cleared my throat.

“That sounds really nice. Romantic.”

She smiled, seemingly a little more relaxed by my reaction. “Yeah, exactly. I’ve always imagined it’d be like that. Soft and slow. But I’m honestly terrified I’ll never know how to start if I ever get the chance.”

“You could always practice on someone safe first,” I blurted. “You know, a friend or something.”

I felt my cheeks flush hot. I tried to laugh it off, but Molly looked straight at me, her eyes wide, searching mine like she was trying to figure out if I was serious.

“Like who?” she asked quietly. “Are you offering?”

I laughed nervously like it was a joke, but my heart was hammering, my stomach full of butterflies. This was Luke’s sister, for god’s sake. I wanted to laugh, to shrug it off, to pretend.

“I mean...yeah, if you wanted to. Just as a friend.”

She stared at me, her lips slightly parted. The soft shock on her beautiful face made my body begin to betray me even further. I’d never looked at Molly like that before, but now, sitting this close to her and talking about fucking, I couldn’t help but notice the way her breasts bulged against her hoody, the way her shorts only came down to the top of her thigh, the way her lips were wet with her saliva.

The idea of touching her was…something.

“Are you serious right now, Sarah? Because honestly, I can’t tell.”

I nodded, my breath shaky. “Yeah. I think so. I mean...if you want to. Like…if you need to, I mean.”

“That might be nice…” Molly breathed, looking down at herself. “But...I don’t know. Maybe first you should…see me?”

I swallowed, my throat dry. “See you?”

“Yeah. To see if you really want to.” A strand of delicate hair fell over her face. “I’ve never even been naked with another woman…”

I opened my mouth to respond, to reassure her, but before the words could fully form, she was lifting her hoody over her head.

Underneath, she was completely topless. No bra, nothing. Her skin was impossibly soft, flushed a light pink across the middle of her chest, maybe from nerves, maybe from the heat. Either way, her breasts were larger than I could have possibly imagined; full and round and heavy.

They were even larger than mine.

She looked at me, awaiting my response, but I couldn’t stop staring. It wasn’t just that they were big–it was the way they moved with each gentle breath she took as she watched me nervously for my reaction, the way the weight of them pulled slightly toward the sides when she shifted, so natural and full and…

…fucking hot.

“Molly,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You…you…have really fucking nice tits.” I laughed.

“You really think so?” she asked, her cheeks flushing, the controller sitting forgotten in her lap.

“Yes!” I reassured her. “Your body is incredible.”

“How can you be sure?”

I laughed again. “Maybe you should look in a mirror some time!”

“No,” Molly said, looking down at herself once more, gently cupping the bottom of her breasts, her fingers very close to her nipples. “I mean how can you be sure when you haven’t seen all of me yet…?”

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let’s utilize
our lexicons
you said

i said sure
why not?
i’ve always wondered
about the size
of your vocabulary

you said I needed to be
proofread
so you ran your hands
down my margins
and found
the boundaries
of my text

you said i had
excellent form
but asked me
to show
not tell

so i opened myself for you
like a metaphor
begging to be
stretched

i listened 
as you spoke in brackets
and i responded
in italics
moaning
as you held me open
fingers splayed
across my binding
each syllable
pressed tightly to the next
until grammar gave way
to a stream of consciousness
like those old beat poets

you filled the page
with an exclamation point
in bold font
dotting the I
with your tongue
and
crossing the T
with your fingertips

when it was done
you signed your name
across my chest
in cursive font

i was still admiring your penmanship
when you flipped me over
to work on the second draft

and I thought;
maybe this is what
good writing 
feels like
fast
deep
exciting
and impossible 
to put down

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Do you like lists?

Good.

I like lists, too!

To celebrate us liking lists so much, here is my spontaneously-created-in-no-way-exhaustive top ten things I’ve written so far. It might be different tomorrow, but for now, here it is.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Note: If you’re new here, any of these stories would be a great place to start. If you’ve already read everything I’ve ever written…well…you can tell me why I’m wrong 😊 Also, I am aware that picking my own stuff is kinda self-indulgent, but a lot of people ask me what my favorite story is. This article will answer that question, at least for now.

10 — WET

This was the first novella I serialized on Substack.

It takes place in an adults-only resort over an entire summer, and every chapter is a little vignette of a sexy thing that happened. It’s long, and its fun, and lots of it is free. I like it very much, and you guys seemed to like it too! That’s why it’s at number ten in my list. Click here to read it…

9 — I lay on top of my geeky friend to keep him warm…

This is the story that started it all off. It wasn’t the first erotic story I ever wrote, but it was the first one that had people messaging me begging for me to continue, and when that happens it is a very special feeling.

Personally, I think my writing has improved significantly since I wrote it, but this list wouldn’t be complete without it, and it’s still one of my most popular stories ever.

And also it’s very hot. Obviously. Click here to read it…

8 — I tried doing ASMR and accidentally made my friend hard...

Another confessional story on the list, but what can I say? I just love it when something starts out innocent but twists and contorts into naughtiness and unspoken horniness…

This is one of my favorite examples of that dynamic. Click here to read it…

7 — Are My Stories True?

I love this article because its like nothing else I’ve ever written.

If I had to give it a genre, I’d say it was a meta-textual self-referential philosophical erotica, and I don’t think there’s many other people writing those. So that’s cool. And if you’re in any doubt, its also still kinda hot 😬 Click here to see if you agree.

6 — The First Session

Generally speaking, I’m not sure that erotic poetry is very popular, but I enjoy writing it, and you guys seem to enjoy it, too. This is one of my faves.

It can be hard to be sexy in such few words…

…did I manage it?

5 — You want me to do WHAT!?

Teasing. Tension. Embarrassment. Unspoken desires. Certain face-related-sitting-acts.

Oh look, it’s all my favorite things!

Oh, and I think I really nailed the last line 👀

4 — Red Velvet

At one point, I was planning to make a book of short stories that all featured food, like the story I wrote about two chefs reaching boiling point, or the story of me serving my friends lemonade while naked.

I’m not sure how much appetite (pun intended) there is for that sort of thing, so I stopped working on it. That said, Red Velvet made it out into the wild, and for that, I’m glad.

3 – Lovetech Nano/Proxy

Before I wrote erotica, I wrote horror and science fiction. I don’t tend to think about that stuff so much now, as those genres don’t typically lend themselves to sexy writing…

…except when they do.

Click here to read it…

2 — Read Receipts

This one is not actually on Substack, so unfortunately you can only get it in book form, but that doesn’t stop it from being one of my favorite things I’ve ever written.

The whole plot takes part over text messages, with no descriptions or character directions. Like all the other stories on this list, I think it’s hot as fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu 😩

1 — Room For Rent

I mean…what can I say?

It’s simply the best thing I’ve written.

And probably—if we’re being honest—my personal fantasy.

So go read it.

That’s it! I hope you enjoyed me ranking some of my favorite pieces! If you’d like to read more or show your support, the please consider liking, sharing, or commenting on this post. You can also donate to my get rich slow fund here.

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Standing in the middle of the enclosed tennis court, my skirt around my hips and my T-shirt almost transparent with sweat…

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With my head down against the floor and the lower half of my body naked and exposed, I couldn’t believe where I was. My little pleated tennis skirt was now so far up my body that it had bunched around my hips, and my complete lack of panties meant that Matt–one of my closest friends and de facto tennis teacher–could see everything…

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As I moved the clothes around my gym bag for the third time, pushing aside the little pleated tennis skirt and thin cotton T-shirt, I knew I had fucked up.

Thirty minutes earlier, stepping out of the shower, I’d thrown my tennis outfit into my bag and pulled my jeans up and over my butt without underwear. I was running late, and I was *sure* I’d thrown a pair of clean white underwear into my bag, so, nothing to worry about, right? I’d just get changed at the gym.

Wrong.

Looking into my gym bag and seeing a complete lack of panties, my heart was starting to race, imagining myself lunging for the ball, my skirt flying up around my waist. Or worse yet, diving to make a return and ending up on my back, my legs falling open and spreading me. The worst thing was that I was playing with Matt, one of my oldest friends and my de facto tennis coach, and the court was booked in five minutes.

I wondered whether to call it off, but I didn’t even know where to begin. I couldn’t tell him it was because I forgot my panties...even the thought of saying the word in front of Matt was embarrassing. We’d been friends for years, and there was no way I was about to talk to him about that kind of stuff. I wanted to work out, too, and I’d already made it out of the house. Plus, the fee was not cheap and I was pretty sure it was non-refundable.

Play in jeans? I thought.

No, that would never work. Too hot, too sweaty, and it would look stupid.

Hmmm…

Maybe if I was really careful…

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“Hey Matt,” I smiled, dropping my bag full of my day-clothes in the corner of the court, feeling as if I were surrendering them somehow, the absence of the bag leaving me with only four items of clothing total: my skirt, my T-shirt, my socks, and my sneakers. “You ready to get your ass whooped?”

“You wish,” he grinned, realigning the strings of his racket. “You’re going down.”

I picked up my racket and walked to the baseline, the pleated skirt brushing against my skin, hyper-aware that the hem only came down to the top of my thighs, the shape of my butt causing the fabric to hang away from my body slightly. I tried to focus on the game ahead.

“Wanna serve first?” Matt called out from the other side of the net.

“Sure,” I said, picturing myself jumping up in the air to strike the ball, my skirt lifting with me and then being pulled upward by the downward inertia of my movement, revealing…well…it was probably best not to think about it…

I needed to be very careful.

Matt threw me the ball and I bounced it against the floor a few times, my breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. Maybe my lack of bra wasn’t the best idea either, but it was too late to worry about that now. I tossed the ball up, my arm extended high, and as I swung forward, I felt the skirt lift slightly as the back, feeling a quick breeze between my legs.

Shit.

The ball sailed over the net, and Matt returned it with a grunt of effort. I tried to ignore my lack of underwear as we rallied back and forth for a few minutes, the sound of the ball echoing in the enclosed court. With each rally, the sweat began to bead on my forehead and trickle down my chest.

“Nice shot,” Matt said, our rallies turning a little more serious as we finished warming up. “Ready to play for real?” he asked with a grin.

I nodded, pushing my hair back slightly and bending my knees in anticipation of his serve. As I bent forward, I felt the skirt ride up higher than before. The cool air against my bare ass sent a another shiver through me, but it was okay; there was no one behind me to observe.

This time, Matt’s serve came fast, and I lunged to return it, stretching my body to the right. My skirt flew up completely, exposing my round pale butt to him for just a second. I felt my face flush as I quickly stood up, pulling the hem down to my thighs and exposing my midriff.

“Uh…nice shot,” Matt said. I looked at him but his eyes were on the floor.

Fuck.

He knew.

I was sure of it.

We continued playing, and with Matt now aware I wasn’t wearing panties, I became more aware of my body with every movement. Each time I jumped or bent or reached, I felt my breasts bounce and the skirt lift. I wondered and I worried; just how much of my smooth pussy and round butt was I showing him each time it happened? Why hadn’t he said anything? Maybe he was embarrassed as I was…

And yet, if Matt was embarrassed, he certainly wasn’t going easy on me with his shots, repeatedly sending them as wide as he dared, making me lunge and bounce and reach, my little pleated skirt swishing from side to side with each movement, continually threatening to show my friend just how smooth and pretty my pussy really was.

“Out!” I called, watching the ball as it flew past my head and bounced slightly over the line. I walked to where it stopped and bent at the waist to retrieve it, my butt facing him, forgetting myself and then standing quickly when I felt the air between my legs. It lasted for less than a second, but when I turned around, his face was bright red.

Ah. So now he’d seen it.

He swallowed. “Match point.”

“Cool,” I said, moving back to my position behind the baseline, knees bent in anticipation of his serve. Only now I felt a new excitement in our game, an anticipation in my body that had little to do with returning the ball. I looked down at myself casually, trying not to make it obvious that I was checking myself out, and to my embarrassment and arousal, I saw that my nipples were hard.

But not even normal hard. Like…they were really fucking hard; every ridge and gently bump of my areola projected forward and detailed in high-definition through the thin fabric of my top. I stood quickly, moving to cover myself, before realizing how weird that would have looked: clutching my tits with my racket in my hand while waiting for his serve.

“Are you okay to keep playing?” Matt asked.

I could feel his eyes on me, and my puffy pussy lips began to swell with arousal.

Fuck. Why did my body like this so much?

So embarrassing.

“Sarah?”

“Yeah,” I said, a little too quickly, bending at the knees once more. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You look a little–”

“C’mon,” I said. “Serve.”

He did, and this time I jumped higher to return the ball, knowing the impact would make my breasts bounce and my skirt lift higher. Sure enough, I felt the fabric flutter up, exposing more of myself to him. He missed the return, his racket swinging awkwardly.

And it was at that moment that I realized I was enjoying this a little too much.

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“Is everything okay over there?” I asked, pretending innocence as I stood with my hands on my hips, pushing my chest out.

“Yeah, fine,” he mumbled, adjusting the front of his shorts.

“Uh huh,” I said.

We resumed playing, and now I was being deliberate in my movements. Every lunge, every jump, every stretch was an opportunity to expose myself to him, and the feeling of being so exposed was turning me on more than I expected. My pussy was getting wetter with each point, The power I felt was intoxicating. My embarrassment had turned to lust, and in the heat of the game, my body was starting to make decisions for me.

Matt was struggling too, a fact that I was taking great pleasure in. His serves were weaker, his returns less accurate, and I was winning easily now. My body was slick with sweat, and I wondered if Matt was picturing what it would be like to fuck me; to see my head thrown back in ecstasy, my body shimmering with sweat as he pushed my legs open wider and–

“Fuck!” I shouted as the ball grazed my racket and flew past me, hitting the back wall and rolling under a small gap. I walked toward it but stopped at the edge of the court. “Oh, shit. It went under.”

“Under what?” Matt called from the other side of the court, walking toward the next and resting his arms on it.

“Here,” I said, pointing to the little gap beneath the back board and the wall. “Hold on, I’ll grab it.”

I bent to get it, but I couldn’t quite reach it. I turned to see Matt watching me, silent. I could feel his eyes on my body as I contemplated how to retrieve the ball.

That’s when I realized; I’d have to get on my hands and knees to reach it.

The thought of getting on all fours, with my bare ass and pussy pointing directly at him, made me shiver with pleasure. Was I really going to do it? I looked back at him and smiled, my pussy throbbing with anticipation as I lowered myself to the court, positioning myself on my hands and knees, knowing exactly what I was about to show him…

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It happened a few weeks ago, and it had been Jude’s idea. It always was. Watching him as he stacked another column of cushions, I raised an eyebrow and smirked. “A pillowfort? Seriously?”

“Trust me,” he’d said. “It’ll be soooo nostalgic…”

“Hmmm…” I said, watching him tie a sheet to the curtain rail, surrounded by blankets and fairy lights. “It does look kind of inviting…”

“Of course it does!” he said, standing back and admiring his hard work. “You doubted me?”

“Always,” I teased. “But it looks pretty great…”

He grinned and ducked into the fort, disappearing under a fleece blanket. “Grab the snacks and come inside. One rule though,” he called, voice muffled by pillows. “No clothes allowed in the pillowfort.”

I laughed, grabbing the popcorn from the side and emptying it into a bowl. “Very funny.”

“I’m serious,” he insisted from inside the fortress, his voice teasing. “It’s a sacred pillowfort tradition. Basically law. Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of it?”

“Hmmm,” I laughed. “That’s not one I remember.”

“Come on, Sarah,” he shouted. “You need to loosen up. You’re always so uptight!”

I opened my mouth to object but closed it again quickly, catching myself, realising any objection to the contrary would kind of prove his point.

I wasn’t uptight, was I? I looked down at my body, covered as it was with full length jeans and a huge fluffy sweater, completely obscuring any hint of my figure.

It had been another shitty day at work; the kind of day where you dream of quitting your boring-ass corporate job and moving to the woods to weave baskets and catch fish. But unfortunately the woods don’t have hot showers or cheeseburgers or a PS5, so instead, I’d come to Jude’s place to do nerdy shit. Only, today, instead of the usual gaming session, Jude was telling me to get naked.

But it was just a joke, right?

I stared at the pile of blankets. I bit my lip, feeling a nervous flutter low in my belly. He hadn’t spoken again, and I wondered if he knew I was deliberating, worried any further input might dissuade me. He obviously wanted me to do it, or he wouldn’t have said it, and I had to admit the thought was a little flattering…

Fuck it.

“Can you throw me out a blanket?”

Jude didn’t respond beyond the sudden appearance of a soft white blanket at the entrance of the fort. I grabbed it and moved around to the other side of the entrance, where I hoped he couldn’t see me.

I took a slow, steadying breath, feeling my heart race as I removed the first layers; my sweater over my head and my jeans over my ankles, leaving me standing there in just my panties and bra. I glanced nervously toward the entrance of the fort, heart thumping. For some reason, my nipples were already hard. The thought of Jude waiting, unaware of what I was doing, made my legs feel a little weak.

Before I could second-guess myself, I reached behind my back, unclasped my bra, and slipped it off my shoulders, my panties following. Suddenly, I was standing completely naked in Jude’s apartment, a rush of adrenaline coursed through me, my cheeks warming with embarrassment and excitement.

Wrapping the blanket tightly around myself, I ducked into the fort. Jude looked up from adjusting the laptop screen, his smile quickly turning to stunned silence. His eyes lingered on the blanket wrapped tightly around my body, clearly trying–and failing–to hide his surprise.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, laughing awkwardly, cheeks reddening. “You actually did it?”

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I shrugged nonchalantly, hoping he couldn’t hear how fast my heart was pounding. “You made the rules. I didn’t want to be refused entry…”

“Right.” He cleared his throat, averting his eyes quickly and hitting play on the laptop. “Movie time.”

“Perfect,” I said.

The movie started, filling the fort with a soft glow. We leaned back into the pillows, inches apart, the blanket snugly wrapped around my naked body. I could feel Jude’s eyes flicking over to me repeatedly, clearly dying to know whether or not I was truly naked beneath the blanket but too embarrassed to ask.

I shifted subtly, letting the blanket slip just slightly off one shoulder, exposing bare skin to the warm glow of the screen. Jude’s gaze flicked toward me, his breathing shallow as he quickly looked away again.

A strange thing was happening: sitting here in this cozy little pillowfort, wrapped naked in a blanket beside my friend, everything started to feel surreal, as though the rules of everyday life no longer applied here. In this small, secret place, anything seemed possible, even doing incredibly slutty, naughty things…

Pretending to adjust my position, I let the blanket slip further, exposing the upper swell of my breasts, pushing together my cleavage. Once again, I caught Jude’s eyes widening before he forced his gaze back to the screen, cheeks flushed and chest rising unevenly.

“It’s really warm in here,” I whispered, feigning innocence as I adjusted again, revealing more smooth skin, the blanket falling dangerously low, the top of my areola visible, my nipples creating little hard lumps on the edge of the blanket, millimeters from being completely visible, exposing my huge tits to him.

“Yeah,” Jude agreed quietly, clearly struggling to keep his voice steady. “Really warm.”

Every stolen glance he gave me made cross my legs a little tighter. Smooth and shaven, I wondered what it would feel like to let him lick it.

Just a little…

Just to try it…

Unable to resist, I shifted once more, letting the blanket drop even lower…

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It was supposed to be an innocent experiment.

I’d seen the videos—soft whispers, gentle tapping, and the satisfying crinkle of plastic as people unwrapped packages or sorted through items. If you don’t know what ASMR is, it’s basically the warm and tingly feeling you get when someone gently whispers in your ear, and an entire subgenre of internet videos now exist to replicate that very feeling. A feeling that is seriously addictive. At least, to me it is–I always kind of figured that ASMR is to intimacy what porn is to sex, and I hadn’t had either in a long time…

Anyway, I’d been watching the videos for so long that I figured hey, why not give it a shot? I’d told my friend Noah, “I’m going to try an ASMR video. Wanna be my test subject?” He laughed at first, but I assured him I was serious, and a couple of days later I had it all set up.

Now, my place isn’t that big, so my plan was for Noah to lie on the bed and for me to read the material I’d prepared, sort of…over his head, to mimic the intimacy of wearing headphones, which is how ASMR is normally consumed. Makes sense right? In a low-budget DIY kinda way, at least.

When the day rolled around, I was nervous. I’d never done anything like it before, and I was unsure how I’d come across—how my voice would sound, how the softness would translate, and how Noah would feel about it all. But, after a little awkwardness, we were set up.

“Ready?” I whispered, my voice low and soft, just like I’d seen in the videos. I was sitting cross legged on the bed a few inches back from his head, realizing that a short skirt and sheer panties wasn’t the best idea. But Noah was just a friend, and at least he had his eyes closed.

I began to read from the generic script I’d found online.

Hi there, welcome. I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been thinking about how I can make you feel relaxed, how I can guide you into a state where everything else fades away. You deserve to feel this good…this peaceful. So, let’s start with something simple—just focus on my voice. Let it fill your mind, let it guide you...and let your body relax with each word I say.

Noah didn’t respond other than shifting slightly on the bed. A little awkwardly, maybe. But I pressed on, wondering if it was having any effect but not wanting to have to break character to ask him. I tapped my nails gently on the script, a stage direction contained within the words.

Can you hear that? The sound of delicate fingers, tapping softly, rhythmically. It’s like a quiet reminder to slow down, to listen, to take your time. I want you to feel every sound, every tiny detail as it comes to you. Each breath I take, each movement, you’ll feel it, too...maybe just a little closer...let it relax you.

Something about the intimacy of the moment made my nipples harden, pressing through the fabric of my low-cut top, threatening to escape at any moment. I was once again glad he had his eyes closed, especially because my position meant my almost-naked tits were inches from his face. I watched him as I breathed softly, wondering if he could feel the heat of my body.

That’s when I saw it.

The outline of it, clear and rigid through his sweatpants.

I froze for a second, my lips still parted mid-whisper.

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to acknowledge it or pretend I hadn’t noticed. But then Noah shifted again, pushing out his hips, just slightly, almost imperceptible, his movement rubbing the shaft of his cock against the fabric of his sweatpants.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry, my own pulse thudding in my ears. My script was still in my hands, but I hadn’t read any of it for a good thirty seconds or so. My brain was stuck on one thing.

He was hard.

And I had done it.

With my voice.

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I bit my lip, considering my options. I could laugh it off—make some teasing joke, turn the whole thing into a funny story we’d never speak of again. Or I could pretend I hadn’t seen anything, wrap up the session like a total professional and leave him to deal with himself in private.

Or…

I lowered my voice and got even closer, my hard nipples now inches from his face. One gentle tug and they would spill over…

“You like this, don’t you?” I whispered, going off script, pushing my breasts together, more for my own pleasure than his, enjoying the way they looked next to his innocent face, enjoying the way my nipples rubbed against the fabric. “Or do you want me to stop?”

There was a long beat of silence before he shook his head, just barely. I let out a slow breath, my lips still dangerously close to his ear. My heart was pounding, and between my thighs, I began to feel myself starting to throb. This was supposed to be innocent. Just an experiment. Only now I was soaking through my cute panties while watching my best friend’s cock twitch through his pants.

I shifted slightly, and the movement made my skirt ride up even more. I should’ve adjusted it, should’ve covered myself properly, but I didn’t. Instead, I let my thighs part just a little as I watched the way his chest rose and fell, how his hands were gripping the blanket beneath him like he was holding himself back.

I smiled.

“Noah,” I whispered, licking my lips as I wondered what it would feel like to take my best friend’s cock in my mouth. “I didn’t realize you were so sensitive.”

He didn’t say anything.

“It’s nice, though, isn’t it?” My voice was slow, confident, luxuriating in the way the words came out of my mouth. “Letting go. Just listening. Just feeling.”

I leaned in again, my breath hot against his ear.

“I wonder,” I murmured, “If you’re thinking about how close I am. How soft my voice sounds when I’m right here.”

His hips twitched again, just slightly, and I felt suddenly that my panties were way too tight, like I wanted to take them off and lay them gently across his face so he could taste my pussy as I continued my sensual whispers.

God. This was so much naughtier than I meant for it to be.

Watching his cock bulge against his sweatpants, lying helpless on my bed, I was struck by an even naughtier thought.

Steeling myself, taking a deep breath, I leaned in close, pulling down my top even further, impossibly close to releasing my breasts. I whispered in his ear.

“Take it out…”

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I meet him by the fax machine;
My blouse is sheer, it's made to tease.
I bend to fix the paper tray.
My skirt rides up a little way.

I place a pen between my lips.
I push the tray against my tits.
I turn away, my hips are wide.
He follows me with hungry eyes.

My panties? Gone. I’ve slipped them off;
I knew I wouldn’t want to stop.
With humming lights and toner dust,
The scent of paper, heat, and lust.

I drop the pen; oh, clumsy me!
My blouse slips accidentally.
A button pops. I let it stay.
It’s casual Friday, anyway.

I ask him can he help me scan,
He says, “Of course, I think I can.”
Our fingers brush. He gives a smirk.
God help me, I love office work.

My nipples hard, my pussy wet,
I know that I am not done yet.
I whisper, “This stays off the clock.”
He nods his head, half-hard, in shock.

“I love a man in pleated pants.”
He swallows deep, adjusts his stance.
I drop down low and scuff my knees.
I lick my lips, I love to tease.

He’s looking down, and he can see,
My breasts, now loose, completely free.
My nipples out, they beg for touch.
I notice; “Oh dear…oh…uh…whoops!”

I tuck them back inside my bra,
I’m dripping now, it’s gone too far.
I cough and smooth my skirt back down,
Pretending I don’t see his frown.

He shifts again. His jaw is tight.
“Let’s meet again? Perhaps tonight?”
I close my eyes and kiss his cheek,
“I’ll meet you here, same time, next week.
For now, it’s true, you’ve been a star…
Just promise not to tell HR!"

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For the next game, I knew I wanted to tease him.

That’s why I wore nothing but a transparent black shirt…

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His eyes were wide, a mixture of disbelief and lust. He was completely still, as if any movement might break the spell and I’d suddenly come to my senses, pull my clothes back on, and pretend this never happened. But I wasn’t going to pretend. Not anymore.

I was going to suck it.

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“What, really?” he said from the other end of the couch, raising his eyebrow in response to my joke. “You’ll suck it if we win?”

“Sure,” I laughed, putting my feet up on the coffee table. I was just joking, of course. We’d always been like that; making jokes and being silly. That’s just what friends did. Anyway, the team might have been winning, but we were ranked one of the lowest in the entire World Cup, and I’d seen enough games to realise how quickly things could change. “Why the hell not?”

“You promise?”

I stared at him, a little surprised at how serious he looked, but once again I realised he was joking. I mean…we were friends. “Sure,” I said. “I promise. If we win I’ll get down on my knees and–”

“Wooo!” he shouted, standing up and punching the air as the opposing keeper let the ball into the net. “What a goal!”

I don’t know much about football, but in the multiple replays that followed, I had to admit that the way the ball curved through the air and seemed to weave its way through a wall of players was very satisfying to watch.

It was the 58th minute now, and his team were 2-0 up.

When he had stopped jumping up and down, he flopped back onto the couch and looked at me.

“You might as well start now,” he laughed.

“Start what?”

“You know…” he said, opening his legs slightly and nodding toward his crotch.

“Yeah right,” I laughed, rolling my eyes and turning back to the game. “You wish.”

But from the corner of my eyes, I noticed something.

He was hard.

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I don’t know if it was the excitement of the game, or maybe it was because of what we had just been talking about, but either way it was kind of obvious; a thick rod of muscle pressed against the soft fabric of his sweatpants.

I’d never thought of him like that before. He was my friend, and I had never even considered how it might make me feel to see him…like that.

But whatever. I wasn’t actually going to do anything.

I turned back to the game. The players were running down the pitch. A defender tackled and took possession of the ball, and the momentum shifted, the ball moving the other way. Someone kicked it out and it went to a throw in. From the side of my eye, my friend’s hard cock twitched.

Fuck.

Was that really because of me?

I needed to test the theory.

I sat forward and straightened my back, pushing my breasts out while I stretched, my nipples hard and visible due to the thoughts I was having. I slipped my hair-tie off my wrist and used it to put my hair back in a pony-tail. I told myself the latter action was for comfort only, but I knew what I was looking for, and sure enough I got my confirmation…

He was pretending not to watch me, but during my little performance his cock twitched three separate times, and it wasn’t until I noticed I’d been licking my lips that I realised I wanted it.

“So…” I said. “You really think you’re gonna win, huh?”

“It’s…it’s looking really good, yeah…”

“Well…in that case…we might as well get started, right?”

I slipped off the coach and knelt on the rug, the fibers pressing into my knees. His sweatpants were still tented, that thick ridge of muscle straining against the soft gray fabric.

He recoiled slightly. “You’re joking, right?”

“Yup,” I said, shuffling toward him and licking my lips. “I’m just joking.”

I reached forward and hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants. He jumped again but offered no resistance, his skin warm as I slowly pulled his sweatpants down, inch by inch. The television blared with commentary, but the sound faded into the background as we both watched his hard cock appear before us.

Fuck.

“Sarah…” he whispered. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” I said, acting offended as I lifted my T-shirt up over my head, my breasts bouncing from the movements, my white lace bra barely containing them. “Just watch the game!”

But I didn’t need to look up at him to know he was watching me now; the way my boobs barely fit between his legs, the way I was licking my lips inches from his cock.

“You’re just lucky your team’s winning,” I teased, leaning closer and breathing on it. “It could change at any minute…”

He didn’t respond, just watched as I slowly lowered my head.

I placed a gentle kiss on the shaft of it and felt my pussy twitch.

“Are you…are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Do what?” I asked, extending my wet tongue and licking him from base to tip. His body reacted instantly and so did mine, my nipples hardening and my panties getting wetter. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Anyway. How long does the game have left?” I asked, looking up at him from between his legs, my voice a little breathless, my lips wet.

He swallowed. “Around 30 minutes…”

“Then I guess we have some time…”

“For what?”

I looked up at him again, smiling. I held his gaze for a moment longer before planting another kiss on his cock, quickly this time. I moved away from it and shuffled backward, leaning back on my elbows and opening my legs, showing him my white lace panties beneath my light summer skirt.

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“Nothing,” I shrugged, pushing my breasts together and feeling the thrill in my body as his eyes went wide at the sight of me. I wondered if my panties looked as soaked as they felt.

Either way, his eyes were glued to my body, and I could feel the fabric clinging to my smooth, swollen lips. The commentators droned on, but the game was forgotten, just background noise as I slowly reached down and hooked my fingers into the lace, pulling it aside. I saw him swallow again as my bare pussy was exposed to him. It was completely smooth, and I knew he could see how wet and ready I was, my lips already puffy and parted.

“What’s the score now?” I whispered. He opened his mouth to answer but I allowed my middle finger to drift down, tracing the line of my pussy before dipping inside just enough to coat it. I brought the glistening finger up to my mouth and slowly sucked it clean, never breaking eye contact with him. His cock twitched again.

“We’re still winning,” he said.

I nodded, moaning slightly and closing my eyes in pleasure, my hand returning between my legs, my fingers spreading me slightly more, my legs opening wider. My other hand came up to my chest, roughly squeezing my huge tits through the lace of my bra. I pinched my nipple, moaning as I began to rub my clit in earnest. I was putting on a show just for him, my hips grinding against my own hand as I built up the rhythm. My breasts jiggled with every movement of my arm, the soft flesh spilling out of the cups of my bra.

I was completely exposed, masturbating right in front of him while his hard cock throbbed, neglected and desperate for attention.

Fuck it.

I unclasped my bra with one hand, my huge tits spilling out, the nipples so hard they ached. I pinched one, then the other. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, my pussy was dripping as I imagined him grabbing me, throwing me down, and fucking me right here on the rug. I realised I was kind of a mess, writhing on the floor, my legs spread wide, my massive breasts heaving with every desperate gasp for air.

Just as I was about to cum, a deafening roar erupted from the television. The crowd went wild, the commentator screaming about a “stunning strike from thirty yards!” His team had scored again. They were winning 3-0.

Fuck. Suddenly, my own pleasure didn’t matter anymore. I pulled my fingers from my twitching pussy and, without a second thought, shuffled forward on my knees, enjoying the look of fear and excitement on his face, both of us knowing what was about to happen.

It was time.

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Liv looked at me over his chest.

“He’s still hard,” she whispered.

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It was Liv’s final night, and Jason was standing in the middle of the living room, television remote in his hand, loading up a streaming service to find a movie. I was sitting behind him on the couch, my legs crossed, trying to deny to myself that I was wet already, two days of continuous teasing driving me a little crazy. I can’t even imagine how Jason must have felt.

“I have an idea!” Liv said cheerfully, entering the room and placing her wine down on the side table. She smiled. “Why don’t we make it a naked movie night?”

Jason let out a short laugh.

“What’s funny?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“You’re serious?” he asked, remote control still in his hand.

Liv didn’t blink. “Dead serious.”

“C’mon, Jay. It will be fun,” I chimed in, taking Liv’s lead. It’s not something we’d discussed beforehand, but I loved the idea instantly. “Get naked for us. It’s Liv’s last night and she wants to see it.”

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She understood the game quickly. Tiny outfits. Teasing language. Snacks that required the slow use of her tongue and lips. A litany of her lingerie left across the apartment…

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When Jason walked in and saw us together on the couch, both of us in figure-hugging gray tank tops and cotton panties, it was like he had seen a ghost.

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“So…I’ve been doing something kind of messed up,” I said, twisting the phone cord around my fingers. Me and Liv were both drinking wine, sprawled out in our own apartments. She’d just finished ranting about her boss’s office meltdown over a missing flash drive that turned out to be in his laptop the whole time.

There was a pause.

“Go on…”

I laughed. “Don’t worry, it’s not that bad.”

“Well, you have my full attention. I’m ready.”

“It’s…about Jason.”

“Your roommate? What about him?”

“Well…” I always got a little too honest when I was tipsy, but I knew I had to tell someone. I rolled onto my side. “I’ve kinda been teasing him…”

“Okay?” Liv said, sounding a little disappointed. “What? Like…about his weight or…?”

I laughed. “No, no, nothing like that. He’s in really good shape!”

The phone was silent for a moment.

“…Sarah?”

I groaned and buried my face in the pillow. “I don’t know how it happened! It started with stupid little things. Accidentally leaving the bathroom door open, asking for help with lotion, bending over when I didn’t need to. But he got hard. Like…so hard…”

“Oh my god!” She sounded delighted. “How long has this been going on?”

“A few weeks. Maybe more. It’s getting worse.”

“Worse?”

“I sent him a bunch of filthy texts while he was at work the other day. Told him I’d finally let him cum but–”

“Wait, wait, wait. You don’t let him cum?”

“No,” I said, biting my lip. “I just…use him to make myself cum.”

Liv cackled. “That’s hilarious! Sounds ideal!”

“Yeah,” I laughed, but it was filled with a little guilt. “Like…he does love it. I know that. And so do I. But when he got home I…God, this is so embarrassing…”

“Go on…”

“I deleted the text and told him he imagined it.”

“Sarah!”

“I know!”

“So you’re gaslighting your roommate?”

“Yeah. But like…in a fun way. I think.” I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. “The worst part is I got so wet doing it. The way his eyes went all wide, like I’d just stolen his soul...”

“That’s fucked up,” she said.

“I know.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Does he have a big dick?” she asked.

I burst out laughing. “Liv!”

“What? You can’t tell a story like that and not give me details.”

I sighed and covered my face with my hand. “Yeah. It is kinda big. He’s pretty hot all around. And sweet. Kind. Empathetic. Kinda geeky but strong. Oh, and obedient in this totally unintentional way that makes me want to just…use him.”

“And have you…?”

I lowered my voice. “Well…we haven’t had sex…

I paused.

“…but I’ve used his face a few times.”

“Oh my god, yes.”

I grinned to myself, heart beating faster now. “It’s kinda hot, right?”

“Sarah? You’re living my fantasy right now.”

“Really?”

“Yes. And not just my fantasy. Brian’s too.”

“Wait. You do this with Brian?”

“No, no. Not like that. It’s just that Brian sometimes talks about me teasing other guys…”

“Wow. Really? I had no idea.”

“Yup.”

The silence lingered between us for a moment.

“Brian’s actually away on a business trip this weekend. You guys need any company?”

“Liv!”

“I’m just kidding,” she laughed.

“I know, I know!” I giggled.

But once again, it turned out that we weren’t…

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