Pink and Tuesdays… I was in BigW recently, looking for some slippers and the only ones that might have fitted were right at the back of the rack on the bottom shelf. So on my hands and knees trying to get a pair, I realised I could not get up. Moaning quietly to myself, I suddenly saw a pair of pink rubber throngs standing next to me, with dainty pink and white flower on the straps, and ten pink painted toe nail. As I looked up the long slim legs, I was confronted by very loose opaque skirt, revealing a pair of tight pink ladies panties and a cameltoe to die for, remember, I am looking up from the floor. The owner of the feet, pink thongs and very brief panties, asked if I needed any help. so I said, “Yes please, if I can just get to that Ottoman, sit down, then I can get an eye level view of you, that is if I don’t die in the meantime”. Laughing, she helped me up to the seat, and as I sat down, the first thing I saw, she was standing in front of me, legs apart, pulling her panties up tighter. Her cameltoe firmly wedged between her swollen lips. “Is this a better view?” I could have died there and then. When I managed to finally look at her face, she was grinning from ear to ear before squatting down, legs spread wide, so only I could see between them, and planted a kiss on my nose, asking. “Would you like a taste or a closer look Daddy”? “You will give old farts like me a heart attack, walking around showing off your almost transparent panties like that, not a lot left to the imagination is there?” I replied. “No,” she said, “But that’s the idea, not the heart attack, although mouth to mouth might be nice. Besides, older men are more fun that boys my age and appreciate what they see a lot more”. I looked at her in amazement, my mouth hanging open. “Yes please, I would love a look, and a taste”. I managed to say. Then she spotted the bulge between my legs, which was growing by the minute. Her eyes grew wide open as she continued. “I know you’re not my Daddy, but we can pretend if you like”. And with that she pulled the panties even tighter. The location and position we were in, no one else could have seen what I saw, not even the store CCTV cameras. Her pussy lips were already swollen, hanging out either side if the gusset, begging to be touched. A damp patch was spreading over the front at an alarming rate. As she pulled the wet gusset to one side, she spreading her lips wide apart for me her soft pink flesh. Her finger then slid inside, and I could see her sticky juices running out onto her thigh. What a sight, I almost shot a load in my pants and had to fight to stop myself from touching her. “Oh my god, I can see your panties changing colour as you get wet. Wish I could taste you, your creamy offering, lick your taboo hole and taste its earthiness, then drink your golden juice”. As her finger went deeper, she began to shudder and shake, I could see she was struggling to hold back her orgasm and the flood that was now soaking through her panties, running down her legs. “Oh God, I have to pee,” she replied with short sharp breaths, “Someone is waiting for me in the car, but I will be here again tomorrow, perhaps your wish might come true”. And with that, she stood up, laughed and went off towards the exit. As I watched her disappear between the racks of cloths, I could see the lights glisten on the wetness running down her legs. The little vixen then looked to see if anyone was watching, put her hand down the front of her panties, put the fingers in her mouth, sucked them clean, blew me a kiss, and walked out, leaving me to wonder what had just happened. I sat spell bound for a few moments, then getting up, I adjusted the very prominent bulge in my pants before heading for the door. As I got to the exit, a middle aged woman, checking bags, looked at me and smiled. “Enjoy that, did we?” she asked, grinning ear to ear. I tried to look blank, but then she added, “We call her Pink. Did she expose herself to you? She’s always in here chatting up older men, they all walk out with a smile and a tent in their pants, some even have a wet stain in the front, just like you have”. I smiled at her and told her while the show was a tease, and I knew that, I preferred women a little more mature, like she was. To which she replied, “I’m Doreen and will be here every day this week, from 3 till I finish at 7, and you will find me in the men’s fitting rooms for the last hour”. Her ample bosom swelled in her blouse and her nipples tried to drill a hole through her bra as she continued, “I am sure we can find a way around the social distancing rules if we wanted to. Drop by for a personal fitting?” Stunned at her offer, I walked out smiling, but wondering if this was really happening. As I was approaching the shopping centre sliding entrance doors, a pair of twins walked in arm in arm, both wearing oversized men’s shirts that barely covered their knees and nothing else. Walking towards me, one poked the other in the side, nodding in my direction, giggling, they stopped above of a pair of up facing spot lights in the floor, the light beam shining through their shirts, highlighting both their naked bodies. Then as we pasted each other, one said, “We hope you manage to sort out that tent you are sporting” and went into BigW, giggling to each other. I was totally confused by this stage, first by Pink’s wet camel toe, then Doreen’s swelling and hard nipples, and now two nubile cherubs teasing me. I needed a coffee to reflect on what happened, coming to the conclusion I had been in lockdown far too long, and needed to get out more now that it was over. I didn’t go back the next day, or the day after. Even though Pink looked legal age, who knows what might have happened, CCTV camera everywhere, even in the change rooms, sales staff, customers, I knew that was tempting fate a little too much. However, I did see the Doreen again a few weeks later while in the men’s section. She instantly recognising me, smiled, then nodded her head in the direction of the change rooms. As soon as we were inside the booth, she closed and locked the door, undid her blouse, unhooked her bra, letting her swollen breasts fall free. Lifting them both up, she offered them to me to suck and fondle. As I suckled her swollen and hard nipples, she undid my belt, unzipped me, pulled my trousers down to the floor and took out my now leaking hard prick from the confines of my undies. Using the precum as lube, she started to give me the best hand job I have ever had. Dorren squatted down and ran her tongue over the head, making me shudder, she kept the strokes nice and even, till I started to feel myself letting go. Moaning I was about to erupt, Doreen aimed my now throbbing prick at her face. Strand after strand covered her lips, mouth and nose, then as the last shots were being fired, she aimed me at the mirror and my cum slowly slid down the shiny surface. Dorren stood up, bent over, spread her legs wide and presenting me with her arse. She looked over her shoulders at me and said in a sultry voice, “Play with my arse, finger me and help me cum”. Then she started to lick my cum off the mirror. Lifting her skirt over her hips, I ran my hands down her cheeks and slid them inside her panties. One hand went to her swollen pussy, and began playing with her clit, the other found her taboo dark hole. As I began to play with her arse and press inward, into both her holes, she kept her hand on my still leaking prick, stroking it in time with my fingers, then, rewarded me with a deep moan, and a wet hand as she orgasmed and squirted. Some weeks later, I was in Maccas ordering a takeaway coffee, when Pink walked in, wearing the same pink thongs on her feet. I wondered if her panties were the same ones from the other week. She recognised me, smiled and walked over. Standing behind a pillar where no one could see her except me, she lifted her skirt, proudly showing me her cameltoe again. “Still like what you see,” she asked, at which I grinned and just nodded yes. Finding my voice, I ask, “Are they the same ones you had on the other week or clean ones?” Pink laughed saying, “Does it matter?” “No, not really,” I said, “But if they were the same ones, I would love to have them, the aroma would be incredibly delightful and probably taste even better today”. “Oh my god, you do really want them. OK let me finish my order and see what happens. Her order complete, ticket in hand, she turned, smiled at me and said, “Don’t go anywhere,” with that, she disappeared into the darkness outside. Moments later, door slides open and she waltz’s in, grinning from ear to ear and headed for the toilets, looking at me, putting her hand up as if to say, no, don’t follow me. As I waited for her to re-emerge, not knowing what to expect. My order was called, so I went to the counter and picked it up. Then they called her number and right on cue, Pink was at the counter picking up her order. I could smell her arousal aroma, it was that strong. We both headed for the door, but just outside, she stopped and said “I have something for you,” and handed me a pair with a white cotton panties, and the gusset had a pocket, freshly wet. “These are not the ones I was wearing earlier or the other day, but a pair of my favourite ones, I just put them on for you, when I was in the toilet, had a wet fart, to add to the dark flavour, a pee, played with my clit before squirting in them, so they are fresh for your taste buds to enjoy. Then I took them off and wiped myself. I hope you don’t mind”. Mind? I was almost creaming my pants by that stage. Then she added, “Have a quick sniff while I watch”. As I held her panties up to my nose, I could smell the sweet aroma of her wetness and just make out the dark stain on the white cotton, Pink audibly moaned when I said “Oh god, I would love to lick and taste both your holes right now”. “You’re a dirty old man, but perhaps I might let you, one day”. Grinning from ear to ear, she slipped her hand down between her spread legs, and buried her fingers in her pussy. Pink then held them under my nose, offering a good sniff, but before I was able to wrap my lips around them, she slid them into her own mouth, sucked them seductively, then looked me directly in the eyes, “Yumm, I do taste sweet”. I felt myself throb and squirted into my undies. “I will be in Coles tomorrow around 11 am, you can give them back to me then, and perhaps you might like to leave something in the gusset for me to savour”. With that, she turned and disappeared into the darkness. When I got into my car, I had to pull my shorts down to release my prick for comfort. There was no way I was going to be able to drive home with it restrained. As my hand brushed my prick, I felt the wetness of the discharge on my skin, so I wrapped her panties around the shaft, letting it drip into the gusset. But I could not resist having a sniff and a tug. The last thing I expected was to erupt, but that’s what happened. One firm pull down on my hard shaft and a long burst of creamy cum, squirted from the eye, into the gusset, mixing with her juices. I managed to fill the gusset with more of my cum several times later that evening, and made one last effort the following day, just before heading off to Coles. Sadly, Pink failed to show that day, so I still have her panties. I made a ritual of sitting alfresco outside the coffee shop, directly in front the entrance to both Coles and BigW, a for couple of hours every day, except weekends, it helped me stay sane and saved me from going into a depressive spiral, by catering to my voyeuristic tendencies. I could see anyone going in or coming out of both stores and had an uninterrupted view, watching the nubile checkout vixens flirt with older men at the checkouts. Always hoping to see Pink, but she never appeared, in fact, I never saw her again. Over the course of the next month or so, one or two of the checkout girls started to sit with me and chat during their lunch breaks, soon they all knew my pantie fetish, so most of them, at one time or another, would put a pair of soiled panties in my pocket, giving my tent a gentle squeeze as they walked back to work. One girls took me into a ‘little used’ staff toilet and gave one of the most intense blow jobs I had ever had, and she swallowed every drop. Another girl, who loved to flirt with me if I went to her checkout, would sometimes smile at me as I sat at my regular table, she would blow kisses or if it was quiet, casually bend over to show me her panties. I remember once buying some baby wipes, when she leaned in to me and very quietly, commented, “I hope you don’t use those to mop up, that would be a waste”. I looked at her a little stunned, but she was grinning from ear to ear. I could see she was enjoying the banter, blushing, nipples hard as pencils, clearly visible through her blouse and her breathing a little ragged, but it was that unmistakable aroma I detected, that gave it all away. So I casually asked her what she suggested should I do. “Let me think. I’m off tomorrow, but I will see you at your table at 11 am,” she whispered back. As I was paying, I leaned in to her and said, ‘I’d love to have the panties you are wearing right now,” and walked out. The following day, she turned up right on time, and handed me a package. I slowly opened it and saw it contained pair of panties. She leaned in to me, lowering her voice, so as not to be overheard, and said, “I wore these yesterday, but I would love you to return them to me, freshly soiled, just for me. We can keep swapping every week if you like”. When I asked her age and name she said, “Vicki, I am 25, oh by the way Grandpa, I love older, mature aged men”. She stopped working at the supermarket soon after, but would still come and sit with me for a while at our arranged time, Tuesday’s at 11 am. She would always give me a pair of fresh, well soiled panties, and I would give her back a previous pair, but full of fresh cum. Although we exchange phone numbers, got on like a house on fire and shared our secrets, we never met other than once a week at my coffee table. She simply enjoyed the banter and the unspoken taboo fetish we both shared, soiled panties and fresh cum. Soon she began to send me video clips, just before a panty exchange was going to happen, I would get one as I parked the car. Once, just before we were supposed to meet, I sat in the car and videoed myself wanking, shooting cum into her panties before sealing the package. then sent her the clip, so she knew my cum was fresh. Sometime I would take a video of me wearing her soiled panties while having a piss. Vicki did the same for me, wearing ones I sent back with fresh cum in them, rubbing the cum over her clit as she pissed. She missed our next “Date” and I knew I would probably never see her again, as she knew I was leaving the area in a couple of weeks. But, she sent me a video clip of her licking a blob my cum from the gusset pocket, before spreading the rest on her clit, then pushed the panties inside herself, then started pissing before putting the soaked panties in her mouth. suck them, opening her mouth to show me it was full, then swallow. then added, “Goodbye my sweet fantasy”. It was the first and last time I heard her voice on any clips. I arrived at my table one last time on the Tuesday and was delighted to see she was sitting there, but before I could sit down, she stood and beckoned me to follow her. We ended up in an old disused disability toilet, now a cleaners store room. Once inside, with the solid door firmly shut, and locked, she put her finger to her lips, indicating no speaking. Then, keeping eye contact with me, Vicki slowly started to take off her clothes. First her skirt, then her blouse and bra. wearing only her stockings, high heels and a pair of grey schoolgirl panties. looking me in the eyes, she squatted over the toilet bowl. I stood watching her in fascination, this was over and above any expectations I had and it was obvious by the bulge in my pants, I was getting very turned on. As Vicki looked at me, she made hand signals I was to strip and when I was down to my undies, she motioned for them to come off too, but held out her hand for them. I moved closer to her, her nipples hardened, her breathing became erratic, and when I pointed my prick at her, her eyes widened, she shuddered and moaned “Yes, oh god yes, piss on me, please piss on me”. Slowly I relaxed to help my flow start, and watched her. Her grey panties began to turn dark, a wet patch appearing between her spread legs. Then her piss began to drain through the gusset, dripping into the bow. At that moment, she let out a long wet fart, and I began to piss on her, aiming the stream up and down her naked body before she leaned forward and took the stream into her mouth. Letting some drip over her lips, Vicki swallowed the rest. She took my undies and soaked them in her piss as she held them between her legs. In a final act of depravity, she took off her wet panties handing them to me, revealing a neat trim bush, glistening in the light from droplets of piss and started to play with her clit, finally spraying my undies with her cum as she climaxed. I started to wank and moaned out loud as I began shooting cum into her panties, she moved my hand with the panties away so some cum landed on her thighs, her mound and my final shot landed on her nipples. We both stood looking into each other eyes, breathing deeply. What we had just done and shared, slowly sank in. Taking her soaked panties, Vicki held them to her face, took a long deep sniff and then handed them to me. Then reached into her bag and pulled out two washers and some soap, handing me one and pointed to the vanity in the corner. After washing off the piss and cum, as best we could, Vicki looked at me, whispered in my ear, “Let’s not spoil the moments we created between us, but leave here with the memories of our taboo fantasy intact,” and kissed my cheek. Not another word was spoken as we dried off and dressed. As we left the toilet, I held her arm, turned her around and gave her a warm hug, kissing her with a passion only felt by kindred souls. As we went our separate ways, I realised I never knew her real name. We never met or sent videos again. A few years have passed since then, but I still have a pair of Pinks, and Vicki’s, panties and on the odd occasion, I would wear them around the house, often ending up filling one or the other with cum or piss. Now, settled in my new town, I once again sit at coffee shop outside a supermarket and department store, watching the ladies go by. Often the checkout girls would smile at me. Then the other day, one came over and spoke to me. “You some sort of pervert, sitting here every day watching us working,” she asked. I replied, “No, just an old fart with voyeuristic tendencies, fantasising about what sort of panties you might or might not be wearing”. She laughed and added, “Well if you can guess what I have on now, you can have them”. Not missing a beat, but my heart racing at a million miles an hour, I said, “Usually, you don’t wear any and go commando style”. I paused for a moment, then added, “When you do wear some, they are a school girl style, normally white, but today, they are light grey, because you have your periods”. My last comment floored her, she blushed deep red, “OMG” how did you know that?” “Am I right?” I asked, “And if I am, you owe me the panties you are wearing right now, wet and soiled, just as we both know they are”. She went an even deeper red, adding, “OK agreed. Don’t go anywhere, I’m on my lunch break in a couple of minutes, I will be right back,” then turned and disappeared into the supermarket. A few moments later, she reappeared and sat next to me, saying, “I agreed if you guess right, and you did, you could have the ones I was wearing,” then she handed me a pair of school girl style cut, light grey panties. As I rubbed my fingers through the soiled, freshly wet gusset, and looking round quickly to see if anyone was watching, I brought them up to my nose, and took a deep sniff, and gave the gusset a quick lick. She watch in fascination, eyes wide open, asked “What are you going to do with them?” “Take them home, enjoy licking and sucking your juices out of the fabric and do what all dirty debauched old farts like me do, wear them around for while and next week, just before this time, I will wank into them, fill the gusset with my cum, come here for a coffee and give them back to you, then you can work the rest of your shift wearing them”. She almost fainted, then said, “I would really like that, very much, but I want a pair of yours too, an exchange if you like, perhaps once a week even”. “Clean, washed, soiled, full of cum or piss?” I quickly replied. “The dirtier the better” she said, adding, “My name’s Tuesday, but my close friends call me Pink, what’s yours?” Stunned, I whispered “Mike”. As I looked into her eyes, I said, “I am busting for a piss, would you like to hold it for me?” “Oh my god yes please”. And we both headed off to the toilets.

29 December 2025

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I remember when we first met. I was in the chemist's waiting on my estrogen when I noticed a guy across from me look at me, then his phone, and then me again. I instantly knew he recognised me from Grindr. I live in a rural area, and there are not many trans women around here, so I often get messages like "I saw you in the supermarket today", so I didn't think much of it. Later, in another store, he introduced himself and asked for my number. I wasn't comfortable giving it out in public, so I confirmed with him that he was from "the app" and told him to hit me up there. I thought he'd never gotten back to me, but it turned out he had, and we'd been talking for some time. It wasn't until he showed up on Facebook's "People you may know" section that I realised it was the same guy I met in the store that day. I'd always been hesitant to meet up with a random guy I was talking to, but knowing it was him and remembering how fine he is, immediately put me at ease and arranged to hook up with him later that week. He's Sri Lankan, and I've always had a thing for South Asian men and wanted to sleep with one, but for one reason or another, it hasn't happened for me, until today. He picked me up and took me back to his place, which was a palace compared to my tiny house. I took one look at his house and thought, "This is going to be the fanciest place I've ever gotten railed." He led me to his room and then did the last thing I expected: He gave me a hug. I'd had a bad week, so I needed a hug, but ruined the moment by starting to suck on his neck. He pulled away from me, looked me in the eyes and told me I was beautiful. I kissed him and told him he was gorgeous, and we got into some heavy petting. Once we were both warmed up, he suggested we move over to the bed. We both started stripping down, him to his boxers and me completely naked. I think I surprised him with how quickly and easily I stripped off. What can I say? I have it down to an art. I joined him on the bed, and we started making out. I took his cock out of his boxers and started stroking it while he sucked on my tits. I love having attention paid to my tits, so once again, he was giving me just what I needed. He'd sent me pictures of his cock, but they did not do it justice. I don't know if it's the biggest dick I've ever seen (I'd say about equal), but it was definitely the thickest with a big, beautiful head. I was a little intimidated, but I was not going to back down. I wanted him. All of him. On the way over, he told me that I would be his first trans woman and like every guy with their first trans woman, he was keen to suck on my little girlcock. I enjoyed it, of course, but the whole time I was dying to get that big fat cock in my mouth. I finally got my chance and got confirmation that he was enjoying his first trans experience, as I was greeted with the taste of precum on my lips as soon as I kissed the tip of his gorgeous cock. I love sucking cock, and when I go down on a guy, I want them to know how much I love sucking cock. If I've done that, then I know I've done a good job. Licking the shaft, sucking the balls and seeing how much I can jam down my throat are some of my favourite ways to worship a cock. Once I was done, I kissed him and then whispered, "Wanna fuck me?" "You want to fuck?" he asked, seeming surprised, and I nodded breathlessly. I got into my natural position (on my back), and he climbed on top of me and slid his monstrous cock inside me. As much as I love sucking cock, I love being fucked even more. The feeling of fullness of having a cock in me, the pleasure of it moving in and out of me and the ultimate prize of being filled full of hot cum. I think it may have been his first time doing anal, and there was an adjustment period, but once he acclimatised to it, it was perfect. Despite his size and girth, there was no discomfort, and due to that big, beautiful head of his, he was soon hitting my G-spot. He jerked my little girlcock while he fucked me, and I could feel the pressure start to build from the base of my shaft. "Oh fuck, he's gonna make me cum." I thought, shocked. It has been about 8 years since anyone apart from me had made me cum, and he was very close. He had to stop jerking me to steady himself, so I took over, but once braced, he fucked me harder, and the pleasure of him pummeling my prostate caused my brain to shut down and body to take on a life of its own. I could hear myself moaning in a way that would embarrass me looking back, extremely loud and high-pitched, then suddenly, intense pleasure spread throughout my body like euphoric flame. Once I regained my faculties, I playfully asked, "You gonna cum?" He nodded and said he was close, so I whispered temptingly, "Cum in me, baby!" which sent him over the edge, finishing inside me. Afterwards, I cuddled into him and lightly caressed his chest while we had pillow talk. When I tried to stand later, my legs were shaking. Once he dropped me off at home, I had to Google what the hell happened to me. Turns out I had my first anal orgasm. It was like nothing I'd felt before, and now I've experienced it, nothing short of that same bliss could ever satisfy. I'm seeing him again next week. I understand that he may never want to make me his girlfriend or little wifey, and I'm fine with that. I just want him to keep fucking me like that.

29 December 2025

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She slid off me and took my hand and gently led me inside, she started to head to the shower but I had different ideas, I pulled her to me and kissed her, peeling the rest of her bikini off and dropping it to the floor. I wanted to taste her, taste me in her and so I threw her onto the bed and dived my head between her legs licking and sucking her gorgeous pussy. Moaning and holding my mouth against her she came loudly and and filled my mouth with her sweet juices. She pushed me back with a playful firmness, and before I could protest, I was on my back. She hovered above me, hair slicked back, droplets tracing slow paths down her shoulders. For a moment she just looked at me, that same knowing smile on her lips, the kind that made time feel suspended. Holding my penis in her small manicured hand she guided me into her wet pussy and slowly started moving her hips back and forth. the unspoken look of lust between us filled the room, her movements increased and nearly put me over the edge, I didn't want it to end so a pulled out of her and flipped her into doggy, jamming my Tongue straight into her cute little arse, fucking it with my Tongue while playing with her clit. She begged me to fuck her hard, I guided my cock into her, grabbed her hips and fucked, not gently this was a mission to smash her as hard as I could. We both wanted it, the sweet from the QLD heat was pouring from us as I unloaded my load deep inside her wet, soft married pussy once more. Falling onto the bed pulling her to me kissing her we both laughed and said time for another swim I think xo Wow I'm really enjoying expressing this and cant wait to do some more asap. I hope you all like

29 December 2025

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I used to work at a large firm in the western suburbs when I was about 30 (about 35 years ago). They had a lot of employees, mostly little Asian ladies who worked on the assembly lines. They had hundreds of workers on site and so they also had a large canteen which everyone frequented. One of the women in this canteen had a nice fit body and I used to flirt with her sometimes in the morning before starting work. One day we were chatting as she served out my hot lunch (the special of the day usually a stew or roast) and she complained that one guy had been looking at her when she was getting changed. They changed from civvies into white kitchen staff dust coats in a change room at the back of the kitchen that had a window opening onto the cat walk that accessed the canteen from the machine shop. The machine shop boys were an ok lot but some were a bit on the rough side. This particular fellow had been walking past the window when she was getting changed and just happened to look in when she was getting changed and made some lewd comment at the time. She said to me that she didn’t like him looking at her but then after a pause said that she wouldn’t have minded if it had been me watching her. I laughed that off and we went about our day. Some months later I was working back and while the canteen had just closed for business I thought I would wander over to get a chocolate from the vending machine near the kitchen. I made my way along the now deserted corridors and was walking up the wide, empty stairway to the canteen and there, coming down was this woman, her gorgeous body still in her white dust coat heading home. We stopped on the stairway and started to chat. She was being cheeky and I playfully said that if she kept that up I would have to throttle her and then jokingly placed my hands around her throat. She tilted her head back as my hands clasped her lovely neck and pushed up against me pulling me into her. Surprised at this, but also not wanting to let a chance go by I planted a kiss on her lips. She responded by thrusting her tongue down my throat. This was all too much for me and my cock. This company had large deserted areas, whole floors of dimly lit dusty rooms full of disused equipment that had been there before I was born. I often walked through some of these rooms as the old equipment was interesting. In a break in the passionate session we were having on the stairway and for fear of someone coming along and discovering us pashing, I grabbed her hand and led her into one of these large factory areas. She followed willingly and silently, tip toeing along and after we had gone deep into this gloomy workroom lit only by emergency lighting signs and were obscured by rusty machinery I stopped and turned to her and ran my hands down her dustcoat (that fitted intentionally snugly) feeling her sexy waist and the contours of her arse and then back up onto her breasts. I opened her dustcoat to reveal her dressed only in panties and bra. She looked up at me, her eyes flashing with lust and grabbed at the bulge in my pants, she unzipped me and released my engorged penis awash with pre-cum that dribbled onto both of us. I lifted her up and sat her on the corner of one of the benches. She had hold of my shaft by now and as I stood between her legs, I took out her tits one by one and sucked on her nipples and then fumbled around for her panties, pulling them off her as she lifted her bum accommodatingly and I felt for her hot wet little hole. It was dark but I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and inserted them into her, finger fucking her as her tongue did the same to my mouth. She stopped long enough to gasp out “put it in” and so I guided my meat inside her (the bench was just the right height). It was dark as I said, but I could just make out my cock disappearing in and out of her but after a few thrusts the zipper was tearing into my balls and so I stopped, much to her dismay and undid my pants which fell somewhat ingloriously down around my ankles. I plunged my meat back into her hole and pounded into her for all I was worth. She was making whimpering noises that increased to quiet screams. I shssshed her to try to keep it down and she did her best. My balls were banging into the corner of the bench but the pain didn’t put me off. My pants were acting like ankle shackles and threatened to trip me up as I strove to get as deep as possible into her (oh, for a longer penis). Funny what you will put up with when striving for that ultimate moment and feeling. She leant back to support herself and threw her head and hair back which nearly made me cum on the spot but I controlled myself. She tried to lock her legs around me so I hooked them up to rest on my shoulders and grabbed hold of them to use as purchase to thrust into her harder. Her quiet screaming went on and with sweat dripping off me as I humped into her, I kept looking to the entrance to the area way over in the other corner of this huge factory workroom lest someone would come to investigate and I certainly couldn’t stop my rooting. She climaxed shortly after which did my excitement no end of good and with an ear blocking pressure release I blew my load into her. Aids was unheard of then and so a condom was never even considered as she had already conceded that she was on the pill. I pulled out of her and my cock flopped down limp and spent but still long as cocks tend to be at moments like that, white cum and our juices dripping off it onto the dusty floor. We were both sweating and I only had a tissue in my pocket but being a woman she had an ample supply in her bag and so we cleaned ourselves up, dressed and tried to compose ourselves lest we run into someone still at work in the complex. A couple of other guys were working back with me back in the office and as I found out later wondered where the hell I was. Anyway, she had already missed one bus and so she hurried off home to her little girl and I went back to work for the evening. As she left I noticed that the back of her dust coat was filthy from sitting on it on the bench but as she said we couldn’t do anything about it but I dusted it off for her which was really just an excuse to fondle and play with her gorgeous arse. We only managed to meet again once in the dark dusty factory but this time just to pleasure her (as she had to get home). I opened her dust coat only slightly but enough to glimpse her lovely tits in their bra as my fingers slipped down into her panties and between her wet lips nicely lubricating my finger as it rubbed slowly but relentlessly over her clit. As her orgasm built, she held onto my shoulder bucking against my finger, her knees buckling as I stood beside her and as she milked her orgasm for all it was worth. We saw each other at work several times after that but never dated outside work. We would however brush up against each other when given the chance in the canteen and every so often I would duck into the change room at the back of the canteen to watch her changing (I made sure the window was shut first though) which she would do very seductively right down to taking off her bra and panties in front of me and standing there naked before replacing them and donning her dust coat. I went on to the canteen or returned to the office trying to make the bulge in my pants go down before I got there. I left the company (I was there on a contract and the work ran out) some time after and about a year went past and I would go and ask out that woman (name withheld as you never know who might recognise this story) from the canteen. The memory of her was still fresh in my mind and so as I rounded the corner into the canteen, a little nervous, there she was. She was busy but her eyes lit up when she saw me and she stopped and we talked for a minute or so. I could see her boss looking over and so I just blurted out and asked her if she would like to go out sometime. She smiled and said she would have loved to but she had been with a fellow now for some months. My heart sank and so I wished her good luck and turned and left, we both gave a little wave from either end of the canteen floor. I often think of her.

28 December 2025

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It had been a long road trip, and a very enjoyable one. We both love getting away and making a mess of the sheets in really nice Hotel knowing we don’t need to clean them or re make the bed. Now we where on the way home and had just pulled in for petrol - she said stay there ill do it your driving We had only met some months back but we hit it off from our first meeting, two, I guess mature, people looking to enjoy life after having done all of what life expected of us - it was our time now. The car filled and paid for she slid back into the passenger seat, knowingly and slowly she smiled as she opened her legs and made sure her dress was high enough to expose her newly waxed crack. “What are you looking at Driver” - I played along “Nothing sorry nothing just making sure you were ok “ “I’m fine - lets drive, you dirty old man”, she laughed -“Slut, I grinned back” she warmly squeezed my thigh and we took off. After about 5 mins I asked if she had gotten coffee for us - she said I think we’ve had enough today, anyway I got something better, much better. She bent down and from her bag revealed a pack of Maltesers. What’s this I’m not a kid - what she did next was worth the trip back to childhoods favourite sweet. As I kept my eyes on the road and at the same time glancing at this lovely creature next to me - a women so full of life and energy she could charge batteries and a body hot enough to melt them. She took a Malteser from the pack - licked it held it in her lips - then loudly sucked it into her mouth and crunched the sweet chocolate. “Nice” I said Then she did it again and after she passed me one - the wet sweet resting on my lip and pushed it in my mouth, her finger lingering there till it was all the way in. The driving and concentration got harder and so did I. She leant over and grabbed my dick - “I thought you didn’t like Kids lollies?” “I'm trying to drive” “ok -maybe one more” She settled back in her seat, and opened legs so wide - she knew I was looking. Then she took a Malteser and slowed rubbed it along the length of her cunt finishing with a little twist to gather enough of her juice, and she held it under my nose and then rubbed on my lips and pushed it into my mouth. WELL NOW I HAVE TO STOP THE CAR. I think that afternoon I ate more Maltese’s than I had for many, many a year - it’s now my road trip favourite, and when I say lets get Maltese’s - we both know what we mean. They taste so much better now I’m older.

28 December 2025

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You dared me to hit the boxing day sales commando, wearing a cock ring and Viagra infused. We were going to the same shops at the same time and you never know your luck. Well my luck was in, you found me as I was checking out some books in the book store. My cock was semi hard, but noticeably visible. I didn't notice you walk up beside me and check out a book, then reach over to grab one directly in front of me. That's when I realised who you were and stepped back so you could move past me. You deliberately pushed back against me and you murmured something as you felt my cock twitch against you. We silently moved down the length of the table, looking at books, you grinning as you felt my cock getting harder. Your little sundress wasn't covering much and it was quite obvious you were commando and braless By the time we got to the end of the table, we both had what we were looking for and went and paid. I moved my bag around to my front so that not everybody could see my obvious boner. You came out after me and said you needed company for the 2 more stores you had to visit. We plodded along and chatted about what Santa had bought us for Christmas and all the while you were taunting and teasing me. You told me that you knew somewhere a little less crowded and if we were lucky, there could be an ice cream van. Who was I to say no to ice cream, so off we went to a lovely little park near Jimboomba. Sure enough there was ice cream, we got one each and off we went on the bushwalk. About 10-15 minutes walk in, you grabbed my hand and pulled me to a picnic table you spied, pushed me down onto it and devoured my rock hard cock. You gagged a little as you tried to get it all the way in, but it wasn't long before I blew into your mouth and you swallowed like a good girl you are. I reciprocated and you were very quick to cum. I stood and eased my now hard again cock inside your soaked pussy. You growled as I slid in deep on the first go and told me to ruin you pussy. I did absolutely that, I had your legs up and open and just hammered you for all I was worth. You didn't want to change position as the view of my cock slamming into you was making you more excited. I grunted I was going to cum again and you wrapped your legs around me and told me to fill you up with all I had left. Your hand moved to your clit and was a blur as we both came at the same time. We quickly cleaned up and just in time as an elderly couple came into view. We headed out to the cars and you gave me a deep passionate kiss and said you had better get back to the hubby and kids. I smacked your ass and told you to be safe and see you at the pool party for NYE. Its going to be a good NYE this year I hope

28 December 2025

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I want to share a story as an idea rather than a claim, something that came about unexpectedly and unfolded over time. Some years ago, I was having lunch at my local sports club when two young women asked if they could join me at my table. I agreed, and we began talking casually — about work, hobbies like fishing and camping, and everyday life. They were both studying nursing and were about to begin their second year. The conversation was relaxed and respectful. One of them asked a few personal questions — my age, whether I was retired, whether I was married, and if I drove. Before leaving, she asked if she could have my number, explaining that her family lived far away and it would be nice to have someone older and grounded she could talk to if she ever needed advice. I agreed. A few weeks later she contacted me and asked if I would be at the club on a particular day. When we met again, she mentioned a small maintenance issue in her flat that her landlord had been slow to address and asked if I would mind having a look. I agreed and followed her there. It turned out to be a simple fix. While we were talking afterward, the conversation became more personal. She spoke openly about how difficult it was, as a young woman, to find male companionship that felt safe and uncomplicated. She said she felt comfortable with me and valued my calm nature. She asked, very directly but respectfully, whether I would consider being a discreet companion — someone she could spend time with when she felt lonely. I was surprised by the honesty of the request, especially at my age, but she was clear that comfort, trust, and discretion mattered more to her than anything else. We agreed to take things slowly and see how it felt. Over time, a quiet, private arrangement developed — one based on mutual respect, consistency, and care. There was no drama, no pressure, and no confusion about boundaries. Later on, she introduced me to a close friend who was also part of her world. After open discussion and clear agreement between everyone involved, the arrangement expanded in a way that remained respectful and discreet. There was never secrecy between them, and nothing was done lightly. This continued for several years while they completed their studies. When the time came for them to move on professionally, we sat down together and spoke honestly about bringing that chapter to a close. They reflected that during that time they had lived full lives, stayed focused on their goals, and avoided the chaos that often surrounds casual relationships. To most people, I was simply seen as an older, grandfatherly figure in the background. For me, it was a reminder that connection can sometimes come from unexpected places, and that trust, calmness, and respect can matter far more than age or assumptions.

28 December 2025

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Some nights we would spend in our city apartment instead of going back to our house. Usually made sense if out to dinner for a few drinks etc. Our apartment only had a small balcony, so after dinner we grabbed a few drinks and went up to bbq area which had a bit of o view around the Fortitude Valley (Brisbane), but also looked into many other apartments in nearby blocks. enjoying the view and having a beer, Kez noticed a couple in their apartment with the light on and we could just make out they were laying on their bed, just seeing their legs. As we are a couple of pervs we were a bit intrigued and continued to check back on that room every so often... and our patience paid off. It was a M&F couple, naked! then the playing began. the lady laid on her back on the edge of the bed and the bloke started licking her pussy. we Had a much better view now they were on the edge of the bed. Kez was just fixed at watching them, enjoying the show, as I was to. I stood behind her, so she could feel my hardness against the fabric of her dress, pressing against her sexy butt. Kez was pushing her butt back against my cock as we watched them. then they started fucking. This was pretty cool, and unexpected to be seeing. this was really exciting both us. As a typical male, I gave in... I took the old fella out by unzipping my trousers, lifted up her dress, and i was sliding along her wetness, whilst we kept watch on the neighbours. Every so often I would look around to check if anyone had come up to the balcony area, but we were the only ones. The couple we were watching were getting up a decent pace, and Kez just leaned back and whispered 'fuck me'. I reckon within about 1/2 a second I was inside her. Holding her hips, sliding in and out. As Kez and I start getting into it, while watching the neighbours, there goes the elevator! We freeze. I'm standing right behind her and try to pull down her dress a little at the sides, and of course I'm still inside her. there was about 4 people, and fortunately sat over the other side of the area, but still didn't fix our immediate problem... we are both horny and my cock is in her. Now the lovely Kez has some amazing muscular control and was doing things with her pussy that were amazing. I reckon within a couple of minutes she had me cumming inside her. So naughty!. We discreetly separated and as we pulled apart she gave a bit of shriek! as we looked down cum dripped out of her onto the ground causing us both to laugh. After zipping myself up I walked over and grabbed some paper towel to clean up the mess. We looked over to the neighbours but now the light was off... so we decided to head to our room and continue the play... with the light on and curtains open.

27 December 2025

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Vicki and I were at a house party, chatting to a young guy Colin for a while before Vicki suggested we strip down and head upstairs to the mezzanine level. With Vicki wearing only black thigh-high stockings and thigh-high fuck-me boots, the three of us went upstairs. We found a spot overlooking the living area below. With Vicki on her back with her boots in the air I slid my cock into her very wet cunt as Colin licked her nipple and played with her clit. Vicki had Colin's cock in her hand, stroking it to hardness as I eased my cock in and out of her hot cunt. Vicki told Colin to put a condom on as I moved around to put my cock in Vicki's mouth, watching as Colin slid his cock into Vicki's wet cunt. Colin and I continued alternating our cocks in Vicki's cunt until Vicki called for a break. Vicki and I wandered around the mezzanine area where we came across a couple on a mattress. I had played with them before. The guy did not play but he liked being next to his wife as she fucked another guy. I told Vicki that I was going to fuck the woman and would catch up with her later. Vicki wandered off and I put on a condom, climbed on the mattress and slid my cock into her while her husband held her hand and stroked her breasts. When I had finished with the couple I went looking for Vicki and found her bouncing up and down on a new guy's cock. I knelt down beside her as she continued fucking, this time with her hand on my cock. When she finished with the guy, she rolled on her back and spread her legs, a signal that she was ready for another cock. There is no better feeling than sliding your cock into a just-fucked cunt, so I kept going until I was able to warn her that I was getting close to coming. With that warning Vicki began to work on her own orgasm and she came as I came inside her.

26 December 2025

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8 years ago I was playing golf, solo. I was on the 7th green and a guy playing behind me asked to play through or play together. We played a few holes together. At the 10th green was a toilet he used. After coming out he said shame there are no girls here I can do with a blowjob. I think he knew I was bi. I said cheekily do they have to be girls, straight away he said no, then followed up with would you? I said hell yeah. We went into the stall, he said sit down. With him standing there in front he undid his pants and dropped them down. He already had a boner. I slid his boxers down and he's shlong flung out and almost hit my face. He rubbed his dick over my face as I played with his balls. Then with my mouth open he started tapping his cock on my tongue. Then I took over and started licking all over his shaft and sucking his balls. Once I put his cock in my mouth that's when I felt just how big it was. With slow sucks I enjoyed his throbbing cock for 10 minutes. Then he wanted to sit down on the toilet, I got to my knee's and kept going, and going for 20 minutes. He then said get up, I did and he turned me around and pushed me against the door and slid my pants down. I said hold on I'm a virgin in there. He said I'll only put the tip in. He slid his big dick along my tiny butt cleavage every now and then touching his head against my opening. After a bit he pushed his head in me, it hurt but it was hot and so was his dick. He tried to push a little more in but it was too big and I am too little. After a few pokes in and out he pushed hard, I think his dick bent from the pressure because it shot right up inside of me, I got it out it was too big. I said just finish in my mouth, I got on my knee's and started to give him a headjob again and after a bit he grabbed my head and started fucking my face and pushing it hard, I relaxed and let it down my throat, I could feel his head in my throat. He said I'm cumming and blew in my mouth. He said did you like that? I said I did. We exchanged numbers and I gave him head once a month for 5years, I didn't dare take it in the ass again it was too big but we worked on me losing my gag reflex and deep throat skills, always giving him head in 6 positions. He'd leave it alone for a week so he's dick would be throbbing and twitching at the slightest touch and hanging to blow. He'd text arrange a day meet for an hour long session of me edging him. Starting by dry humping my little butt cleavage, then sensual hot breath and tongue teasing, tip to throat long strokes to face fucking, usually with me finishing him on my face or letting it oozing it back out all over his finished fat. Until he moved to Melbourne for work.

25 December 2025

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I knew my fiancée had slept around more than I had - she was only the second for me. What I didn't yet know was how practical she was. She wanted me to get some more experience before we married, so I would find it easier to settle down. I'm not sure she managed to put the 'cap on the bottle' but it was nice trying... When we visited Melbourne for a convention she encouraged me to do as she had - find other conventioners and... have some fun. I got lucky... Sharon and I were in my room within an hour of meeting, after an unspoken agreement that we wanted each other. Badly. I will always remember her looking in my eyes as her mouth was engaged...standing in the middle of the room, seeing us in the mirror, her legs wrapped around me as I held her butt and how my hands were squishing those butt cheeks..my balls bouncing under them... I was a little embarrassed to find how loudly she liked to moan...but that didn't stop me staying with her in Sydney a few weeks later....making her late for work with sex in the shower... mmmm In those days personal ads could be found in certain newspapers. That's where I found Jeff and Julie. I was 28 and they were late thirties. It seemed everyone was nervous as we sat down together. They had decided we should watch some porn and enjoy a beer first but things were taking too long for Julie it seemed. Soon she turned to Jeff, kissed him and went down on him. Before I could wonder how or when I would get into the action Julie turned to me and I received the same treatment. So weird having a lady pleasure me while her man watched but Jeff just said 'is that nice mate?' I didn't need to answer. 'She needs two of us mate'. When I think back it's a bit of a blur. But I remember: - stroking myself as Julie went back to Jeff's cock, enjoying the sight - countless turns of Julie switching between us - all of us stripping off, in the huge living room with windows facing the sea - the porn continuing to play... - Jeff groaning as he took Julie missionary style on the floor - tasting come as I went down on Julie afterwards and the most vivid, intense, erotic moments of my life... - holding Julie's butt as she kneeled in front of me on the floor - joyously sliding into her as Jeff watched I'm pretty sure I didn't hold on for long and soon I was emptying my mind into Julie via long gushes from my cock. But almost immediately, at that age and in that room, I was hard again and: - wordlessly moving over to the couch by the windows - Julie putting her hands on the back of the couch, leaning forward and presenting her glorious butt to me again - moving across to hold her hips, slide into her once more - Jeff urging me 'root her mate!' as I fucked her, thrilling to the sight of all of her in front of me - Julie turning to Jeff, her eyes half closed with lust, whispering 'he's so hard!'

25 December 2025

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A while back my girl and I began a new direction in our relationship... she basically takes it from who she wants when she wants lol! Last evening (Christmas Eve), I returned home from business meetings. Yes, I had missed dinner and it was almost Christmas... but it seemed justifiable considering the business outcome that evening achieved. All parties want the business closed before the Christmas break. I drove the car into the garage excited to share the great news, I exited and walked in the house, as I did, I could hear noises coming from upstairs. I assumed her "boy toy" was visiting giving his Christmas present to her. I made myself a drink, then walked up stairs to change and take a look. Yes, I enjoyed seeing them sometimes. Why not on Christmas eve masturbate outside the door while watching. As I reached the top of the stairs and turned, I noticed the noises coming from another bedroom. I listed and walked toward the open door. There I saw my girl, legs up, moaning, with someone on top of her I did not expect. It was her son (not mine), going hard on her. He is 24, good looking, well hung (I had noticed when he was wearing sports shorts at times). I was shocked at what I was seeing. I walked back down stairs and finished my drink. They took another 20 odd minutes to finish. After about 30 mins, she noticed I was home with the noises downstairs and came to see me. As she approached, I asked "What was that about? What do you think you are doing?". She said to me "You were not here, Jaimison could not come over, and I was in need!" As she stood there about to pour a drink, her night gown open exposing her breasts and body. I looked and noticed there was cum dripping down her leg and out her pussy, dripping on the floor. I said "You let him cum inside you!". She smiled and laughed...then said "why not! Relax, you've been fucking me before with his cum in me!" I stood there not sure what to say. As I did, she came over and rubbed my and squeezed my crutch. She said "Your not hard!?" I said to her "I don't think what you are doing is a good idea. It needs to stop". She laughed and told me to calm down. With that she unzipped my suit pants, pulled out my cock and started sucking my cock. Always the best BJ I had experienced, I never refused. She pushed me backward onto the sofa, continuing to suck my cock. As I lay there enjoying her sucking, she stood up, opened he night gown and straddled me on the sofa. Still dripping a little, she sat down on my cock and started moving up and down. She was very wet, but also very loose. As she went up and down, she said "He is so much bigger than you. Fuck me with your little cock! Cum!" It was humiliating but felt so good I was enjoying it so much. It didn't take long this time, I moaned loud and cum inside her. She lowered and remained on top. Leaning down and kissing me on the lips. After we had finished, I made drinks for us both. We stood talking about the day. As we did, her son came down stairs. It was an uncomfortable conversation knowing what had happened. He talked to us like nothing had happened. He was unaware, I had seen them and now knew what had been happening with them for quite a while. I decided to let it go, enjoy Christmas day as a family as her daughter and husband were coming to stay over the holidays with us.

25 December 2025

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This happened a while back; an old friend of mine invited me to a party at his place. I don’t usually go to that sort of thing as I don’t mingle well, but he and his wife are nice people and they always have good food at their parties and so, as the saying goes “the way to most blokes hearts”, and I am no exception, is through their stomachs (and occasionally their dicks), and so I attended. This wasn’t a debauchery party, just a finger food and BYO type of gathering. These people are straight up and don’t really know about my AMM activity or she certainly doesn’t but I think he suspects as we used to play up a bit when we were younger and hunting women and their bits, up until he settled down and I….well that’s another story entirely. I also didn’t really want to offend them. Anyway, somewhat begrudgingly I showed up and smiled as I was greeted at the door. I handed her my bottle of wine and she showed me where the other drinks were. I poured myself an OJ (I’m not a great drinker) and surveyed the room, all the time thinking I would rather be at home watching TV or practically anything else. My mate could see that I was floundering and came over to drag me into a conversation. This small group must have had about six or eight people discussing something or other. There was the usual loud mouth that hogged the conversation and most others just nodded and once in a while chimed in with a comment. I shot a comment in and retreated into the background having fulfilled my obligation for a while at least. One couple was in their early thirties or she was anyway. The bloke was close to my age (maybe late fifties) and I was in my early sixties. She was pleasant to look at and while I tried not to stare I looked back every so often and drank in her good looks. She had wavy hair that was tied up on one side and the remainder cascaded down the other. Unusual I thought. Maybe it was a hair stile of the time, but it looked good. Her eye brows were a darker colour which explained the very blonde hair. Don’t get me wrong, while she was not a Miss Universe, I found her attractive. Maybe it was her personality that attracted me and then of course there was her body. She had nice full tits and although fully covered they were delightfully rounded. I will probably repeat that fact in this story, so please forgive me for that, but they left a distinct memory in my mind. Anyway, all of this analytical reconnaissance was academic, as she seemed quite happy with the bloke she was with and they chuckled and joked with each other as the conversation flowed along. I was happy as I am not much of a conversationalist and others in the group were clearly happy to carry it as I (hopefully) subtly stole an occasional glimpse of this woman and her chest. I like looking at tits, clothed or naked. I enjoy looking at them anywhere. On the street, on the TV, you name it, I will enjoy tits anywhere. Call it a failing if you like but it gives me great pleasure. I like the female form generally, arses, the general shape, but tits stick out (so to speak). She caught me a couple of times looking at her before I looked away. I have to admit, I delayed my look away intentionally. I don’t think her fella saw me as he was too engrossed in the conversation (idiot!). People joined and left our conversation including the blonde and her bloke and I didn’t see her again that evening. I left about halfway through the evening and I was told by my host and mate that it went on into the wee small hours of the night. As I said other than the occasional lingering look from me to her, which was reciprocated I might add, albeit briefly for safety sake, I had not put any hope into anything developing as she seemed as I said very much attached to her man. My host/mate phoned me a day or so later and suggested we get together for a coffee. We only lived a couple of suburbs apart and so we met up at a local café. The conversation as to how the party went was brief and he produced a piece of paper with a phone number on it. He told me that the little blonde had asked him to pass it on to me and asked him to tell me that if I was interested then would I contact her. Interested in what?! My tool knew the answer and my heart hoped it was right. It turned out that the little blonde had made a move on my mate some months before and he, being happily married to his missus had declined, assuring her that her approach would go no further. He was about my age (early sixties) and it turns out that the blonde, while happily married or attached or so the ring on her finger said, liked older men, as was born out by her hubby/partner being around fifty or so. Now I am or was reasonably fit but still with the build of a middle aged man complete with a small gut (accent on “small” I reckon – but I might be biased there). What she saw in me was baffling, except for the fact that I was an older man. Her partner was slightly over weight from memory, no, make that downright overweight – although, to be fair, I was looking at her at the party, not him. What she saw in him I will never know. Maybe he had a big dick. My mate looked at me over his coffee and said that his job was to give me the phone number; the rest was up to me. Bless him, he knew that I was seeing a woman and had been for some time but that we did our own thing as she had kids from a previous marriage that kept her busy and my mate knew from our younger days that I would root an old boot or a knot hole in a tree or paling fence given half the chance, such was my randiness. He wasn’t far behind me in that regard from memory but as I said he was happily settled down now. Next to the phone number on the piece of paper was a time of day that I was to phone, which was during the week and while she was at work and hence to avoid the partner from overhearing I guessed. I stewed over it for a few days, tossing my guilt around about considering rooting a married woman who seemed so happy and engaged with her partner/hubby. I sort of felt for this hubby who I didn’t really know but then again she was the one who had in effect propositioned me and so, after throwing all of that up in the air, my dick finally made up my mind and I phoned her. She sounded pleased to hear from me but then said something strange. She reminisced about our last meeting until it dawned on me that she had me confused with someone else. This woman obviously spread herself around and there’s nothing wrong with that as I used to do it myself at her age, given the chance. Make hay while the sun shines and root yourself silly until it feels like your dick (or pussy in her case) was going to fall off should be the philosophy of anyone that age, because you are a long time dead! Looking back, unfortunately there wasn’t anyone to tell me that back in my past and so I missed out on so much quim back them that it almost makes me cry now. I was so stupid and downright dumb when I was younger. There are those who would say not much has changed. Still ignorance is bliss I guess. After we had cleared up who I was and she offered some feeble excuse to try to get out of the hole she had dug for herself. we changed the subject and discussed what she proposed. It seems she does indeed like older men and she found me attractive as such and so wanted to get together for a root and stressed that it was to be strictly a no-strings arrangement. If after the initial root she wanted a repeat then that would be up to her. She was a good negotiator and definitely in control and I accepted that as I could still imagine those tits and their roundness and I really wanted to get my hands and mouth onto them as soon as possible. She suggested a motel that she had used in similar situations. Obviously a well worn path. Maybe she got a discount or frequent flyer points! A week or so went by and we found ourselves at the door of this motel room. She opened the door and I followed her in, ogling her fine arse covered by a tight pair of fairly short shorts, which I couldn’t control my hands from feeling up. She put her flimsy material shoulder bag down and turned to face me as I closed the door behind us. A few words of general un-tit related conversation were exchanged as I felt up her breast through this knitted type top with tassely things hanging off the waist and arms. Her belly was bare, her tits holding the top out to dangle down not touching her stomach; such was the size of these melons. I felt like looking up under the front of the top to see if I could see her bra or tits, as it turned out, there wasn’t a bra. She pushed me back to sit on a kitchen chair and I leant on the table beside it, as she stood like a giant toy or gift in front of me – MY TOY! To unwrap, YES! I ran my hands down over the silky skin of her waist and onto her hips. She took hold of the bottom of her knitted top thingy and lifted it up to flash her tits at me briefly before covering them again, tormenting me as she chuckled to herself before lifting the top once more, resting it on the top of her fantastic and gorgeously full breasts, the white of the top contrasting against the tanned colour of her melons and smiled a cheeky smile so typical of a person of her age. She thrust out her chest, chuckling a little as she looked at me for approval of her gorgeously full, rounded tits, knowing that she was tantalizing this lecherous old man as he sat there enjoying the eye candy being doled out in small quantities to excite him just as much as was needed but nothing more than that. She turned around and shook her lovely arse at me, her tits still dangling down naked, briefly looking back and giggling, before wiggling around her short shorts, inching them down with her thumbs hooked in the waistband as she rocked her hips from side to side to expose her lovely knickerless arse, letting the shorts drop down her legs to the floor, before kicking them off. This arse was so lucky as I dearly wanted to grab it and lick and bite it all over. I controlled myself, I don’t know whether she wanted me to or not. My caution or ineptitude must have cost me so many opportunities in my life. Sigh. There was a distinct lack of underwear; there had been no bra under the white knitted top and no knickers under the short shorts. She had come prepared to tantalize the poor pathetic male that I was. She pranced around a little in her solid half high heeled shoes, doing a little dance, showing off her tits and her arse that was to die for. My hands just naturally gravitated to her hips and buns and she moved around to give me more access to them, until finally sitting down on my knee and then lap as I sat at the kitchen table. As we talked my hand plunged down between her legs for a handful of pussy. Without loosing a word of our conversation, she open her legs until my hand had clamped down on her deliciously plump vulva lips before closing her legs tight around my groping paw, as I squeezed, massaged and generally crushed her pussy. My other hand had found its way down to her arse and the side of her thigh, running it over the silky skin, savouring the shape of her leg as we had a lovely conversation about what I can’t remember and she wriggled about sitting on my still fully clothed cock. I’m sure she must have been able to feel the hardness of it up against her buns as she wriggled about, exciting me even more, prompting me to instinctively thrust up into her buns in a throbbing action, as I looked into her face. Her nipples and areolas were right there beside my face. I took as much of a handful of her breast as I could get into my hand and sucked on her nipple. She had slightly darker areolas and the little pimply things (I think they are called Montgomery glands) dotted the areolas around her erect nipples. I ran my tongue around each areola in turn circling the nipple before sucking down hard, filling my mouth with as much of her tit as I could, pulling back with a smack as the suction released before I plunged back down on her poor little nipple again. She seemed to be enjoying it as she held my head to each breast in turn, moving it from one to the other, simulating some lecherous human milking machine. I was slobbering all over both of them. I could feel my own saliva as I squeezed each tit, squelching and kneading the soft texture of the delightfully round melons as I sucked furiously and slobbered almost desperately. Pathetic male! I got up, stripped off her top, positioned her completely naked (except for her shoes) on the table and opened her legs to dangle over the edge as she reclined back supporting herself on her hands, once again with that cheeky grin of anticipation on her face, as to what I was going to do next. She was a wonderfully lovely sight. Her whole body (relatively) young and tight. Her breasts, still wet and glistening with saliva, jutted out proud and full, not so much pointy but more round and melon like, the nipples were erect and protruded out like organ stops. Such a horny sight! I was glad of the kitchen chair at that point; as I would have wrecked my back if I had to bend over and down to her pussy. You have to be comfortable when you are an old guy or you’ll pay for it tomorrow! I sat on the chair, bent over, my chin almost on the table top and rubbed my face all over her twat a couple of times, blowing raspberries once or twice propting an “oooo” from her and then a giggle. I parted her vulva lips with my thumbs and sucked and munched on her clit. I could tell by the oooing and aaaaghing that she was enjoying it and licking her twat was bringing out the animal in me as I slurped away and fingered her hole while I was there, poking my finger in and out, in and out, feeling the warm slipperiness. Her thighs quivered, I could feel it on the side of my face as she opened and close her legs trapping my head and pulling my mouth harder on to her twat. The quivering was probably involuntary, but she was jiggling her legs up and down and fidgeting back an forth in some sort of twitching dance that also involved thrusting her box into my face in a rhythmic fashion, as she wallowed in her orgasmic pleasure, until she finally went all quiet before letting out a scream of relief as she orgasmed. The constant twitching ceased and was replaced by two or three final violent muscle contractions before she collapsed back on the table on her elbows and panted a lot. We went on to root like animals for the rest of the day before she mercifully departed, leaving me to recover. I slept well that night; I was fucked in both senses of the word. I didn’t get a repeat performance. I left it up to her to contact me but I fear that I was merely an “older man” notch on her vagina.

23 December 2025

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This is a true story with a bit of a twisting of words to try to make it a story worth writing. It is a story of 2 married people drawn together for hot fun through there own loveless marriages. The heat seemed to loosen the edges of the afternoon, stretching time into something slower. Sunlight rippled across the pool’s surface, and when she stepped closer, the air felt charged, heavy with the quiet of cicadas and distant traffic. Droplets traced lazy paths down her skin, catching the light as she laughed softly, the sound as cooling as the water itself. For a moment, everything felt suspended—no urgency, no plans—just the shared calm of shade, water, and a summer day that asked nothing more than to be felt. She glided past, her fingers brushed my arm in a way that felt anything but accidental. When she turned back, that smile lingered—playful, knowing—and her green eyes caught the light like glass beneath the surface. It sent a jolt through you, a rush of awareness that had nothing to do with the heat anymore. For a second she hovered there, treading water easily, watching to see if you’d follow. The pool felt smaller, quieter, charged with that wordless understanding where nothing has happened yet, but everything already feels inevitable. I moved to her, the water parting softly as your arms slipped around her. She met me without hesitation, warm and steady, and when our lips touched it felt unhurried, certain. Her legs circled your waist instinctively, drawing you closer, and the pool seemed to disappear around us. For a moment there was only the rhythm of the water, the sun on your shoulders, and the quiet intensity of being held like that—her hands at your neck, your forehead resting against hers when the kiss finally eased. She smiled again, softer this time, eyes half-lidded, as if the world had narrowed to just the two of you and the promise hanging between your breaths. I slide my hand down and undid her string bikini no resistance just a harder kiss, as i slid my finger into her hot married pussy, she moaned and kissed me again. Lifting her to the side of the pool so I could kiss, lick and suck her. All I wanted at that moment was to make her happy, make her loose herself. I licked and kissed her bald and so tasty pussy ( my Fetish) over and over until she begged me to stop, she told me to swap places. I climbed onto the edge of the pool, her green eyes looking at me with lust. as she took me in her mouth my head spun, it was wow. damn she knew what she was doing or was it the fact that my wife had not done that for so long but wow. As she continued to suck me and i held onto her head I was taken away thinking about how this started months ago at a BBQ with some harmless flirting, and some amazing timing had let it finally happen. She pulled me roughly into the water and in one quick movement wrapped around me and drew me into her, i knew and she knew this was just the start and was going to be a hard and fast encounter. I held her against the edge and pushed in and out with all the energy i had as she scratched my back and I filled her beautiful pussy full of my cum. floating wrapped together, still inside her she kissed me and smiled asking if I could take her to the shower and bed. More true storys depending on how they go, im no writer and flip and flop but it made me hard thinking about it again :)

23 December 2025

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She fell forward off him, he was sure he heard a sucking noise as he left her , she slumped on the bed her back and arse glistening with sweat. He looked at his still firm cock, wet with her cunt juices and his cum , he could see it, but couldn’t feel it, what an incredible fuck this lady was. It was the Second last night of his cruise, we had a ball but not been balled, drunk too much , still life’s for living - no regrets. He was at the bar sipping a G&T In a long glass when she sidled up the bar sat in the stool next to him - he smiled, she smiled and she ordered G&T in a long glass - I said “Oh snap I love a good G&T” She was wearing a spectacular red dress I guess you’d call it mid length just above her knees and it was hemmed with a delicate white lace trim - she looked spectacular. I asked, hopefully, are you travelling with family friends - her lips ,full and red ,left the rim of the glass, her tongue slightly out licking the last little sip she said , “no no I’m travelling solo - and you?” She asked. “Solo” I said. Well here’s cheers she raised her glass - “to good times and memories,“ - I’ll drink to that I said and as I did she placed her hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze - In response I gently stroked the back of her hand with my fingers, cheekily drawing little circles. We both smiled and I suggested we move to one of the many booths the bar had - “great idea” she said as she leant in and I could smell her sweet perfume and feel the warmth off her skin. I think we were 5 mins in the booth before we found each others crotches - she rhythmically pressed and released my now hard cock in my pants, while I was two fingers in her moist folds slowly rubbing up and down, we did this in a hunched forward position - so the any bar patrons that glanced our way - we just looked deep in whispered conversation. Oh yes, and she would whisper in my ear as she gripped my dick - “Is my cunt nice and wet” “Do you like touching my cunt” “I love being fingered” “I love being fucked too” After 2 more drinks I suggested we head to my cabin so I could - I whispered - “eat you from arse hole to cunt hole and bury my face and tongue in you” She let go of my dick - “Let’s go” This is why I love cruising and red dresses. (ps) I finally felt my dick again two days later - “good times and memories”.

23 December 2025

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At the time I was living in a unit block of 6 units. I rented the unit 6 on the top floor which was on the right hand side of the block At the time I wasn't 30 years old yet. Like most people I masturbated and watched porn. The block of units next door was around 10 stories high. Now most normal people when there masturbating or having sex don't usually look out there bedroom window. This night I was jerking off and I had a towel to cum as I didn't want to get my sheets dirty. As I pulled back the covers and got the towel I noticed the lady in the next block looking from her kitchen window looking at me. I shot my load on the towel with her still watching. It turned out she could see from kitchen window right into my bedroom. One weekend I had a female friend stay over, we went to my room and I told her before anything had happened. I said, the lady next door can see right into my bedroom. Instead of being put off by that she thought it was horny. She started sucking my cock then we got into a 69. Rachel put her head up for a minute and told me she's at the window and she could see her hand move as if she was playing with her self. I licked Rachel's pussy like a mad man, putting my fingers inside her and sucking on her clit. I told Rachel I was close and she said I'm going to jerk you off so she can see the cum spurting out. I came and I could feel cum dripping down the shaft of my cock, all over Rachel's hand as she jerked me off, later on when we recovered we had the best fuck I've ever had.

22 December 2025

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The outfit for Kez was simple, a white short dress, no bra or underwear. Eccentuating her hard nipples. Being a byo place we took a bottle of red, sat ourselves at a table and had a couple of glasses. Every so often we would cop a feel of each other, and of course talking rather naughty about ‘what if….’ Well, id had enough of sitting around and wanted her so bad. I grabbed her hand and we went looking for the closest room. Leaving the door open, I dropped my pants, sat on the edge of the bed and Kez was straight onto her knees like it was a silent form of sign language. Enjoying her licking and sucking, I noticed a couple standing at the door watching us. The bloke was standing behind her, reaching around and had her dress lifted playing with her pussy. They seemed to also enjoy our show. I leaned forward a little and lifted up her dress so they could see her tight little bare arse and pussy. Then I signalled to them it was ok to come in the room, which they did. The lady walked over with her large boobs out and rubbed them straight in my face (yum). This was the first Kez knew of someone else in the room, but with my hand gently resting on the back of her head she kept doing what she does so well! The gentleman then laid on his back on the floor and shuffled himself so he was under Kez’s pussy, and to her surprise he grabbed her hips and pulled her down just a little so he could lick her gorgeous pussy. Kez looked at me in surprise but just kept going along with it. So im sitting on the bed, Kez on her knees sucking me, a gentlemen under her licking her lovely pussy, and the lady giving me DD cups to suck on. Is this heaven? The lady then pushed back on the bed and straddled my face, using her hands against the wall and lowering herself to my lips I was more than happy to have a taste. After making her squirt a few times, and also hearing moans from Kez, the lady turned around so we were in a 69. She took over sucking my hard cock and told Kez to slide back onto her husbands cock. Without flinching Kez did as she was told and I tell he was in her from the loud moan she gave. I made the lady cum a couple of times and I could hear that Kez had a few orgasms of her own, then heard the husband grunt and tell Kez he was filling her with his cum, of which she just moaned. Well that was enough for me to blow my load into the ladys mouth. She soon slid off me and crawled over to Kez, who was still sitting on her husbands cock and gave her a big cum kiss. What a sight. Kez stood up and large drops of cum dripped from her onto the husband which made us all laugh. The couple said thanks. Grabbed their clothes and left. Kez and I just looked at each trying to think if that really just happened. We closed the door and enjoyed each other until it was close time. Talking about the fun we had with the other couple whilst we played with each other. We never exchanged names with them, or seen them again. But we were sure to visit the club again.

22 December 2025

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After dinner we thought it would be a great idea to visit our first club (well ok, mine actually, but Kez agreed) Parking the car, I looked over and she was taking off her bra and g string… so far so good I thought! Just in her tight black dress with black boots, not a bad sight Accepting the tour from the hostess I couldn’t help but touch up Kez along the way. A few rooms had closed doors so obviously not shown in there, but were shown the main group room and a couple were playing in a small room with the door open. I walked past and of course had a look, but Kez stopped for a bit…again I'm thinking this is promising! After the tour we went back to the group room where there was one seat available so she sat on my lap. We watched several people playing as we kissed a few times and I took the opportunity to slide my hand up her thigh. She was so wet. When we broke from our kiss she just smirked and shrugged her shoulders. Whispering to each other, she was really enjoying watching others play, and of course so was I. To my surprise she asked me if she should spread her legs. Well of course I said yes. So she did, allowing anyone who cared to look our way a great view of her bald, wet pussy. And there were a few that looked! All this was getting us to a point of needing to fuck. We got up and looked for a room to play in. The only one with a door open had a younger couple on the bed ‘enjoying each other’ so we thought we’d enter, sit down and watch. Before reaching the chair they said ‘there’s plenty of room on the bed’. I just turned Kez around, gave her a big kiss and pushed her backwards on the bed. She was laying next to the other couple and I took the opportunity to spread her gorgeous thighs and lick her wet pussy. I was looking up at her to see she was watching the other couple while I was enjoy her sweet taste. It was such a turn on to see her enjoying looking at others play. As soon as she looked down and saw I was watching her she said ‘fuck me’. I didn’t need to hear it a second time. Sliding up her body and my very hard cock sliding into her wet pussy we fucked for what seemed like hours. We didn’t even notice the couple next to us leave. We didn’t swap that night, but the enjoyment we together was amazing. And yes, we had been back, many times…

22 December 2025

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The club's air hung thick with the scent of sweat and sex, pulsing lights casting shadows over writhing bodies in the public room. She was forty-five, curves softened by years but still begging to be grabbed, and he—twenty years her junior. Her legs trembled as she climbed out of the pizza oven, that wicked contraption with its stirrups splayed wide, leaving her pussy exposed and ravaged by a line of anonymous dicks who'd taken turns thrusting inside her. One after another, cocks of all sizes had plunged deep, filling her until her juices leaked down her thighs. Some then eagerly ran their tongues around her pussy lips, slurping up her juices. She'd lost count after the fifth, her curvy body quaking through orgasm after orgasm, creamy white skin flushed pink from the relentless pounding and licking. Spotting him across the room, her heart skipped—his dark, lean frame leaned back on that couch, his skin gleaming under the strobing lights, skinny frame taut with youthful energy. His big cock, thick and unyielding, had already marked her as his in the private booth earlier, pounding her creamy white ass until she screamed. Another woman was on her knees between his legs, her lips stretched around his thick, veined cock, her mouth working his shaft with eager slurps, as she took him deep. Jealousy flickered at the sight, but only served to flare the heat between her legs. He spotted her, eyes locking on hers with that possessive glint, and patted the cushion beside him. 'Come here, beautiful,' he murmured, voice low and commanding. She obeyed, stumbling across the to him, thighs slick with the evidence of her slutty indulgence, hips swaying, tits bouncing with each step, sinking onto the cushion beside him. She slid in close, her body brushing his as the woman below bobbed her head faster, slurping wetly and gagging on his length. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his side, while his free hand delved straight into her drenched folds. Fingers—strong, insistent—pushed inside her stretched pussy, while his thumb circled her swollen clit. She moaned, arching into his touch, as he claimed her mouth in a deep, owning kiss. The other woman's moans vibrated through his cock, but he ignored her, focused solely on driving his fingers deeper, pumping in rhythm with the blowjob below. 'You were incredible in there,' he growled against her lips, free hand gripping her tit, pinching the nipple hard. ‘Being my good girl,' he murmured, 'Letting all those cocks use you like the slut you are. But this pussy... it's mine to play with now.' The words sent shivers through her, his twenty-year age gap only heightening the thrill—he so young, yet handling her like she was his to cherish and control. Her walls clenched around his fingers, the jealousy melting into raw need as another climax built fast. 'Watch her suck me,' he commanded, twisting his fingers to stroke her inner walls, hitting that spot deep inside her. But know you're the one I want to fill up.' She broke the kiss to watch the blowjob continue below, the princess gagging on his pulsating appendage , wet smacks echoing, saliva dripping down her chin. He however, stayed focused, eyes locked on her, dark, intense and protective. The orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her pussy clenching around his thrusting fingers, juices squirting over his hand, as she whimpered into his kiss. He didn't stop, pinching her nipple as he worked her, grounding her in his dominance. drawing it out until she slumped against him, panting. The other woman pulled off him with a pop, looking up expectantly, but he waved her away, thanking her for her service. He then turned to her, and in a soft but commanding voice said: ‘Climb on, baby. Ride me. Show me your mine.’ She straddled him eagerly, his slick cock—still rock-hard and glistening—nudging her entrance. She sank down inch by inch, enveloping him in her cum-slick heat, both of them groaning at the stretch, until he filled her completely. His hands gripped her ass, guiding her up and down. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, the club's voyeurs eyed on them, watching as he claimed her publicly. 'That's it, take every bit of my cock,' he growled, thrusting up to meet her, balls slapping her ass. Sweat slicked their bodies, her creamy skin contrasting his dark tone as she ground down under his watchful eye. He leaned up, sucking a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to mark her as his. 'My little slut, he murmured into her aching breast. The possessiveness in his touch, that daddy edge wrapping around her like chains, made her feel owned, cherished, utterly his—age be damned.

22 December 2025

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Every ache I give him comes with this truth: I am his. Middle of summer. Warmer than I expected. It was the kind of heat that reminded me of childhood—those beach days where the sun burnt the sweat off before it could linger, and the water always felt sharper, cooler, better. It was 3:30 a.m. when we arrived. We'd checked out of the hotel, loaded the car, and drove to our safe place. The beach where clothes didn't matter and freedom kissed your skin like sunlight. Nudity wasn't the thrill. Being seen wasn't the goal. It was just us, stripped of everything except each other. We set up the new beach hut. Or more accurately, he did, with sandbags and sweat and that focused way he gets when he wants things just right for us. The hut barely mattered. We sprawled out across it, sunburnt and grinning, pizza boxes tossed somewhere off to the side—cold leftovers or not, it didn't matter. The taste wasn't the memory. The memory was the way the night clung to my skin. The way the waves pulled at the edges of our space. The way he looked at me. We didn’t talk about it. We didn’t need to. There in the dunes, R got on top of me. Pressed his leg between mine until my knees gave, until I opened, until I offered myself like I always do—willingly, desperately. "Spread your legs," he said. And as the words left his mouth, he kissed me like a man starved. Like he was devouring something that belonged only to him. I get so wet when he takes control. When he owns the moment like that. There's nothing else—just us. Just our rhythm. Just the thunder inside my body that starts as a whisper and grows into something roaring, ancient, right. It wasn’t a game. It wasn’t play. It was raw. It was real. It was us. We didn't speak for a while after. There wasn’t anything left to say—not because there was nothing to feel, but because we’d already said everything. With breath. With rhythm. With every way two people can speak without words. His chest pressed into mine, grounding me in the sand. We didn’t care about the grains sticking to our skin or where they might end up. We just held on—tight—as if letting go might send us floating into the sky. He was still breathing hard, and his eyes never left mine. Not even for a second. I felt every part of him, and he was part of me. It sounds like a cliché—but I finally understood what it could feel like to be truly met. To be matched. Earlier that day, I’d taken a photo from my beach chair—just sand, heat, and the kind of stinging sun that blurs the line between pleasure and pain. The tide had been rolling out then, just as time had started to blur. Somehow, now, it wasn’t night anymore. The sun had risen. There were a few early walkers on the sand—maybe they’d caught a glimpse of us. Maybe not. It didn’t matter. We sat up eventually, just to take in the view. And the smell. The air was thick with us—the aroma of pleasure still hanging, salty and sharp, sweet and deep. I saw the look on R's face then—completely satisfied, completely himself. Like a lion after a feast. I’ll never forget it. And me? I’d changed. In that moment, I realised we’d both become completely uninhibited—not just in sex, but in trust. In surrender. In truth. He saw all of me. And I saw him. We just… worked. I was made exactly as I needed to be. Strong. Resilient. Utterly, joyfully obsessed with loving this man. And in the hush that followed, in the coolness after the heat, I wasn’t just satisfied. I was whole. —Own-Li Kitten, March 2025

22 December 2025

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