The heavy door clicked shut behind me, sealing me inside the dimly lit lounge. The air was thick with the scent of leather and something darker—musky, intoxicating, like sweat and power. My pulse hammered in my throat as I took in the room: a single lamp cast long, shifting shadows across the walls, its golden glow barely reaching the edges of the space. A low coffee table sat in the center, its polished surface reflecting the faint light, and beyond it, a wide leather couch, its surface smooth and unyielding. The kind of furniture meant for control. I didn’t have time to study it further. “Kneel.” The voice cut through the silence like a blade—deep, rough, the kind of sound that curled in my gut and made my skin prickle. I turned toward it, my breath shallow. The older man stood near the couch, his broad frame blocking most of the light, turning him into a silhouette of authority. His tight pants clung to his thighs, the fabric stretched obscenely over the thick outline of his cock, the shape unmistakable even in the dimness. My mouth went dry. I knew what was coming, and my body reacted before my mind could protest, heat pooling low in my stomach. I dropped to my knees on the couch, the leather cool and unyielding beneath me. The man didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched as I settled, my hands resting on my thighs, my spine straight. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until his boots scuffed against the floor, circling me like a predator sizing up prey. “Good,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress. “But you won’t need your eyes for this.” A blindfold materialized in his hand—black silk, smooth between his fingers. Before I could react, he stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against my skin. His free hand cupped the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair just enough to tilt my face up. I swallowed hard, my pulse racing as the silk brushed my cheek, then settled over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. The world narrowed to sound and touch. The creak of leather as he shifted, the faint rustle of fabric, the musk of his cologne—something rich and spiced, like aged whiskey. My breath hitched when his fingers traced my jaw, then pressed against my lips. “Shh,” he murmured, the word a command more than comfort. “Tonight, you learn what it means to surrender.” A shiver ran down my spine. The word hung between us, thick with promise, with threat. I parted my lips slightly, my tongue darting out to wet them, and his thumb brushed my lower lip in response, a silent approval. Then—movement. The couch dipped beside me, the leather groaning under new weight. A body settled close, warm and pliant, their breath shallow and quick. A hand—smaller than his, softer—brushed against my arm, hesitant at first, then bolder. Fingers trailed up my neck, over the pulse fluttering wildly beneath my skin, then dipped into the hollow of my throat. I jerked, a gasp escaping me, but the older man’s grip in my hair tightened, holding me still. “This is my other pet,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “He’ll help you understand your place.” The sub—his sub—leaned in, his breath ghosting over my ear. “You’re so tense,” he whispered, his voice light, almost teasing. “Master doesn’t like that.” Master. The word sent a jolt through me, my cock twitching in my pants. The sub’s hand slid down my chest, fingers deft as he found the waistband of my pants, tracing the line where fabric met skin. My breath hitched again, my hips twitching involuntarily, and the older man chuckled, low and dark. “Eager, aren’t you?” His hand left my hair, and I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being drawn down. The rustle of fabric, the soft thud of something heavy being freed. My mouth watered. I knew what it was—what it had to be—and my body reacted before my mind could catch up, my cock hardening painfully against my pants. The sub’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband, brushing the trail of hair leading down, then—oh god—wrapping around my cock. I groaned, my head falling back, but the older man’s hand was there again, gripping my chin, forcing me forward. “Not yet,” he growled. “You don’t come until I say so.” The sub whimpered beside me, his fingers stilling around my cock, squeezing just enough to make me ache. Then their other hand joined the first, working open the button of my pants, the zipper descending with a slow, teasing hiss. Cool air hit my exposed skin, my cock already thick and leaking, the tip damp against my stomach. “Look at you,” the older man murmured, his voice rough with approval. “Already so hard for me.” I couldn’t see him, but I felt him—his presence looming, his heat radiating against my face. Then his cock was there, the thick, heavy weight of it brushing my lips. The scent of him hit me first—musky, salty, intoxicating—and my mouth watered. The sub’s fingers tightened around my shaft, stroking slowly, maddeningly, as the older man’s cock pressed harder against my lips. “Open,” he commanded. I obeyed. My lips parted, and he pushed in without warning, the broad head of his cock filling my mouth, stretching my lips wide. I gagged around the intrusion, my throat convulsing, but his hand tangled in my hair again, holding me in place. “That’s it,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take it. All of it.” The sub’s hand moved faster on my cock, his thumb swiping over the slick tip, spreading the precum in slow, torturous circles. I moaned around the older man’s cock, the vibration making him groan, his hips rocking forward, feeding me more of his length. He was huge—thick, uncut, the foreskin sliding back as he thrust deeper, the ridge of his crown hitting the back of my throat. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, my nose pressing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, my breath coming in ragged bursts through my nose. “Fuck, you take cock so well,” he growled, his grip tightening. “Just like a good little slut.” The words sent a bolt of heat straight to my groin. The sub’s fingers left my cock, trailing lower, over my balls, then—oh god—brushing against my ass. I tensed, a muffled sound escaping me around his cock, but the older man just chuckled, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Relax,” he murmured, his free hand cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Let them in.” The sub’s fingers pressed harder, slipping between my cheeks, finding my hole. I whimpered, my body clenching instinctively, but the older man’s cock twitched in my mouth, a silent warning. Then—wetness. The sub’s spit, slick and warm, drizzling over my entrance before their finger pressed in, breaching me in one smooth motion. I cried out, the sound muffled around his cock, my body jerking. The stretch burned, but the sub didn’t stop, his finger twisting, working me open as the older man fucked my mouth with slow, deep thrusts. “That’s it,” he groaned, his voice rough. “Take it. Take both of us.” The sub’s finger sank deeper, crooking inside me, and my cock throbbed, aching, desperate for touch. But his hand was gone, leaving me empty, my hips rocking helplessly, chasing friction. The older man’s cock pulsed against my tongue, his breath coming faster, his grip in my hair bordering on painful. Then he pulled back, his cock slipping from my lips with a wet pop. I gasped, my chest heaving, my mouth still open, my lips swollen and slick with spit. “On the floor,” he ordered, his voice a dark growl. “Ass up. Now.” Hands—his hands—gripped my hips, hauling me off the couch. I stumbled, blind and dizzy, but he guided me down, pressing my chest to the cool floor, my ass in the air. The sub’s fingers returned, slipping back inside me, stretching me wider, preparing me. I moaned, my cock dripping, my body trembling with need. Then the older man was there, his cock pressing against my hole, thick and relentless. He didn’t ask. He didn’t warn me. He just pushed, his crown breaching me in one rough thrust, stretching me open, filling me completely. I screamed, the sound raw and broken, my fingers clawing at the floor. He was huge, his cock pounding into me with brutal precision, each thrust driving the air from my lungs. The sub’s fingers twisted inside my ass, their other hand reaching beneath me, gripping my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound obscene in the quiet room. “Take it. Take my cock like the slut you are.” I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. There was only the stretch of him inside me, the burn of the sub’s fingers in my ass, the slick drag of his hand on my cock. Pleasure coiled tight in my gut, my orgasm building, inevitable— Then he pulled out. I whimpered, my body clenching around nothing, my cock throbbing in the sub’s grip. A wet splat hit my back—his cum, hot and thick, dripping down my spine. The sub’s fingers slipped from my ass, his hand leaving my cock, and I was left trembling, empty, my body aching with denied release. The older man’s breath was ragged, his hand coming down to grip my hip, his fingers digging in possessively. “Good,” he murmured, his voice a dark purr. “But we’re not done yet.” And just like that, the promise—and the threat—hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. I shivered, my skin slick with sweat and his cum, my body still humming with need. I had a feeling this was only the beginning.

27 February 2026

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Intro: It's summer 2025, the air is humid and hot in Brisbane, to be expected. It's only a couple weeks out before the Christmas holiday. So the city's bars are busy and the streets are alive with people rushing around for last minute holiday shopping. My name is Creature and my partners name is Curiosity. We just recently moved into an amazing new place by the river near the CBD, it has a gorgeous view with the occasional cool breeze that comes off the salted river. Moving is hard work, and we only just got it done after about 17 hours. We were sweaty, exhausted and horny as hell. We finally had some time to ourselves and we were feeling ravenous towards each others pheromones. The sexy, sweaty scent of Curiosity was killing me. I mean we've been carrying furniture up and down stairs for days. We finally were looking forward to having some time to ourselves to enjoy each other in a place of our own. But hey, I'm getting ahead of myself, let's go back to Moving Day where the sexcapades all started. And before you ask, yes, this is a true story, p.s. don't ask me for the video footage at the end haha ;) Chapter 1 - Moving Day The move was stressful, we barely got Curiosities stuff out her apartment and returned the hired van late for additional fees. That didn't stop our fun. One of the first things we did was use the hired van for public BDSM and a adult game. I don't know if you guys have heard of the game smash or pass? The last thing from her apartment was the mattress and tallboy chests. The van had a cage behind the front driver and passenger I used to tie Curiosity to the tallboy and on the mattress in back of the empty van. Unfortunately at the vans first red light, the tallboy collapsed right on top of Curi.. My friend who was driving and I thought she was dead... Our hearts dropped and we looked as pale as ghosts. luckily, after a few seconds of silence, she started giggling in the back, the chest of drawers miraculously landed on her headphones, protecting her skull. There was no time to undo her without raising suspicion from other drivers and ended up driving for the rest of the trip with her bandaged to the back of the van, smothered under furniture, and filled with adrenaline. Wow, imagine if we had got pulled over. Chapter 2 - BDSM Gone Wrong? Finally we were able to stop the van and I was able to investigate the damage. It was incredibly hot, the way she was curled up in her tight leggings it made them transparent. You could see her underwear as soon as you open the back of the van, her pink G-string and tight round ass staring at you. Mmmm. We freed her from her binds and checked in to see if she was ok, she had a few bumps and bruises but was in good spirits. Strangely, she was enjoying being smothered and crushed by the weight of the tallboy. We tied the chest of drawers up securely. Curi decided to lay back and stretch on mattress in the back of the van, eyes still sparkling with excitement. The van hire company was calling us because we were 3 hours late dropping the van off and another customer was waiting for it who had paid a deposit. They kept calling every 20 mins and we weren't even close to making it back. We figured since we already are paying the late fee we might as well get our monies worth. Chapter 3 - Smash or Pass? We took a detour through the city, so many hotties on a Thursday afternoon as it gets closer to sunset. We drove into Fortitude Valley stopping the van near random strangers of my choice to open the back door and say smash or pass. Curiosity was lying on the mattress available for them to fuck or forget. We opened up the back of the van like a Bonnie Blue bang bus. We approached a well dressed gentleman around the age of 40, slightly greyed hair and stubble wearing a well mannered suit. He was a good looking bloke who clearly just finished his respectable day at work. Curiosity smirked as she knew it was just the beginning. She looked out the window and if she was keen she would say smash to stop or pass to drive off. I loved offering her hot tired body with little to no clothes on to random guys who were so caught off guard, the faces of shock and excitement still make me stir with emotion. Offering up Curiosity had me throbbing seeing if a stranger would take the opportunity to jump in the back and use her tight wet pussy. We got the van back and it cost us a tonne of late fees. Best van ever, I left a kind review and a stain or two. Chapter 4 - The Lonely Driver We eventually got back to the apartment and dragged everything up the stairs. Tired, sweaty with both of our muscles burning yet still horny, we were unable to resist each other's bodies any longer, especially after the pleasure of watching some 3D porn of my choosing. We went into the bathroom for a shared shower but didn't quite make it to getting our bodies clean. Curiosity pulled out my dick in a rush and started licking along the length of my dick, I had to try and keep quiet and contained after being solid for so long because my mate who drove the van was still in the living room. Now my friend is always talking a big game of kinks and shock-factor stories so this is something that I know wouldn't bother him. He understands the sexual needs, but you still don't want a mate hearing that you know? We had a quick cool shower while the sexual tension was heating up, my dick was raging it was so hard, seeping precum, begging her to let me have my release, I couldn't resist. I was throbbing so bad needing my Curiosity right now and then, until I had a spontaneous dirty thought. You see, my friend was still alone in the lounge room for an extended period of time. You know how easy it is to get side tracked, especially seeing your partners glistening body in the shower. You start talking fun ideas getting down into oral and enjoying each other's bodies that, you know, we thought maybe my friend felt left out on such a fun time. He had to focus on driving and keep his eyes on the road, he missed a lot of the show helping us out. Chapter 5 - Sexhibitionism We thought the least we could do is give him a show on top of the cash right? She loved my idea and with a knowing glance at each other, we loosely chucked on dressing gowns and she followed me towards the loungeroom. I sit down and tell Curi to get on her knees and she starts passionately sucking my dick, with her big juicy size E tits spilling out of the gown, both of us almost completely exposed. My friend is pretty open when it comes to sex like us, I mean he was in an open relationship and is a bit of a sadistic with a humiliation and power kink with his ex. Curi was sucking my dick with deep and long strokes gagging for me. However my mate was blushing and was really awkward. He didn't bat an eye lid and could barely look in our direction or at my big erection lol. He's been in all types of situations before with all kinds of kink and crazy, but he just froze. As still as a statue, not making eye contact like we were medusa turning him to stone. My friend was not himself and was just all bark and no bite, and it was the funniest reaction I've ever seen. Especially if you've heard the stories he's shared. The last person on earth you would expect to react this way, he eventually politely excused himself after being unsure what to say or do. We still laugh about that moment to this day. Chapter 6 - Sexy Secretary Role Play Finally, we got our moment, just to fuck like rabbits and explore every room of the new place. Curi is the most gorgeous shapeshifter of all. She has so many hot outfits and some lovely dress up aesthetics. Finally we could unwind and just enjoy our own sexual kinks and desires. We decided to shoot a home made porno to remember our first night at our new home. We wanted to put some effort I to our appearance and record high quality video and audio we can get off too again later. I wanted to do a secretary interview role play. She has so many sexy outfits, she always dresses the part perfectly. Curi styled her makeup in a classic office siren, she wore a tight black and white blouse, a mini skirt that was shorter than her fingertips, and tight white shirt that was barely hanging on by a button. She had the smell of cheap perfume like Britney spears fantasy, she had her cleavage in your face, she was wearing silver tall stilettos you could hear coming from a mile away. She topped it all off with a copy of her resume on a clipboard, nerdy square black glasses, a kitty shaped headset and finished her look with slutty red lipstick. Chapter 7 - Lights Camera XXX Action With the cameras setup, we started rolling and she stepped into my office for the interview. She nailed it. Her voice was spot on. She sounded like an actress from Hollywood, her breath with an airy tone, sombre and sweet. She gave me goosebumps and a hard-on, I was chubbing so hard in my tight chinos, I was struggling to ask the interview questions. Her pussy started peeking out from under her slutty skirt. She nervously asked to use the bathroom. I gave her the key card access and showed her down the hallway to the bathroom on the left. I watched her hips walk step by step like it was in slow motion. Curi has the hottest arse. I could feel my lip drooling. She was wearing those tall beautiful stripper stilettos and wow was it a sight to behold. Chapter 8 - Hidden Piss Pee Spy Cam in Bathroom We ended up editing a new secret bathroom scene into the video. It was like a little secret camera situation spying on her. She pulled down her panties to her ankles and let out a little sigh, you could hear the trickle of her golden humiliation hit the water in toilet bowl. She nervously cleaned herself up and then came back to the interview. Her acting was perfection, the hottest sweetest, sluttiest secretary ever. Willing to go above and beyond and do more than anyone else would do for the job. Chapter 9 - Whatever It Takes I got her under the desk and pulled out my cock. I could smell how wet she got just sucking on it. The smell was as sweet as freshly made pineapple juice. It was sweeter than a cold can of coke on a 40 degree day. She was nervous, yet excited, and she can see the look that I was giving her of how much I was enjoying it. She knew that role play has me dropping so much precum down her throat. She did go above and beyond any other candidate. I ended up building a full OBS scene and transition setup to record us fuck. I setup a window watching us watch porn and it was hot, multiple different angles and a solid 3-hour fuck session. It's the best Christmas present you could want after moving house. We played porn after porn, turn for turn, from gangbang creampie to hentai with mutual masturbation. There was some hot fingering action with one of the best angles of Curiosity squirting whilst I finger fucked her. We got all the different angles from triple penetration to her stretching her arse with butt plugs. The best was yet to come. Literally cum. Chapter 10 - Early Christmas Present Curiosity promised her Creature that I would get something special on moving day. She wanted to reward me for the moving effort. It was to finally see if I could stretch her tight ass with my 7 inch thick cock. Her ass has been so tight it's taken almost a year to stretch it wide enough to fit. She was adamant that tonight was the night. I gently pushed her back with my large hand and bent her over the computer chair, squeezing the edges of the tip of my cock against her little puckered hole. I could only fit half of my throbbing head to begin with, as she yelped whilst moaning. It was such a struggle to fit, to get a couple of centimetres in. I thought maybe it would have been too much for her and was about to check in until I noticed her sweet pussy dripping onto my balls whilst she shivered and breathed deeply. It was to my surprise, she wanted it just as bad as me. Chapter 11 - First Anal BWC After trying different angles to manoeuvre my cock into her, she insisted I lay down right in front of the other video angle in almost a demanding but sultry tone. She placed a pillow to one side of me, as she was reaching for a matching pillow to be on the opposite side of my body, she stretched in a way where I could admire her openings. I could see the beautiful little pussy inches away from my head so couldn't resist sucking on those delicate lips like I mean the taste was to die for I was in a trance, fully addicted. I knew she had plans to ride my cock but I just couldn't resist sucking on her lips until they were puffy, warm and hot pink. It was amazing. I could tell she didn't mind getting distracted from the pillow momentarily. Suddenly, I felt her metallic stripper heels against my biceps gripping in, Curi was getting close but didn't want to cum already so that was my sign to dis-latch after one last cheeky bite. Finale As she looks down at me flustered, I couldn't help but smile. Her twat is seriously irresistible but I knew something new was coming. Her crotch soaked from my saliva and her juices made the perfect lube. Curi took a large exhale while staring me dead in the eyes with intent and her little star slowly swallowed my cock. Finally, she was brave enough to take me. Not only did she take me impressively well, she continued to vigorously ride me for 15 minutes, slamming her hourglass body against mine with mixed pleasure and pained noises. I was close. I mean the pleasure was amazing in many ways physical, mentally visually and the sound. I can't even explain it. Even with the aircon on full blast It was still hot Qld summer night. We were dripping with sweaty but were too into each other's pheromones and compatibility to complain. Conclusion I tell you what. I've been around the block a few times but I've never had someone match my drive and this is a true story. This was just week 1 of what it would be like to live with a hot open partner whose down to do so many things with me and for me. Who just wont fuck like no other creature you've known.

27 February 2026

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Hi-ho it's off to work I go. Not forgetting to pick up my favourite married milf. Don't work with me just likes to go out for the day in the van. This particular day there was not that many deliveries so we just took our time driving around the English country side delivering. But in between we would stop for a a cuddle and kiss. On one of these occasions we had stopped at the side of a field, opening the side door facing the field. Hugging and kissing got more intense after sliding my fingers inside her now very wet pussy while she rubs my cock through my jeans. I got to suck you she said with a sound of urgency in her voice. Un zipping me and dropping my jeans my cock was out in the sunshine. Until it disappears into her mouth and throat. Dam she was so good at this but her husband didn't like at. Strange man. After a while I turned her around so she could lay down in the van and slid into her waiting tight hot and wet hole. Making her legs tremble with every orgasm she had. Turning her over so she could lay on her back holding her legs in the air continue to slide in and out. Slow at first but speeding up as I got close to cumming. As I was about to cum she sat up so she could swallow my whole load as she loved doing this. Standing up I turned her around and wend doggy style. Not believing that I was still hard that surprise us both. With her legs trembling and so was mine I came for a second time deep inside her quivering pussy. She cleaned me up again by sucking and licking both of our juices from my twitching cock. We pulled ourselves together only to find a lady sitting on a horse in the field , it looks like she had been there for some time too. Dam I miss that lady and the job.

25 February 2026

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The fantasy of having another man involved has turned us on for a while now. Here is an example of how we’re fantasising about it. We’re out at a bar or club where we meet with M. Wifey is dressed sexy, revealing and fully commando 😏 After some flirting and banter she asks M if her ass shows when bending over. She then seductively bends over exposing herself to M and hubby, giving them a glimpse of her pussy from behind. Now that M knows that she’s not wearing panties, she guides his hand between her legs and asks him to check how wet she is. M is now finger deep inside her and also rubbing her clit. This is where hubby steps in and asks M if he wants to come back to the hotel room. Mentioning that she bought some lingerie earlier and she’d like to hear both our thoughts on it. Back at the hotel hubby and M turn on some music and mix up some drinks. Without them realising that she has already changed into her new lingerie right behind them. Stunned by the sight of her, they both sit down on the couch next to each other complimenting how sexy she looks. Moving seductively to the music, she starts to tease them with a strip tease. Once completely naked, she pulls a chair in front of them and starts touching herself. She then sits down right between them and rubs their cocks through their pants. Both instantly touching her body, breasts and each pull one leg over their lap. Spreading her legs as far as possible. While caressing her breast, hands move towards her wet pussy. Hubby tells M he should get up and get between her legs and eat her out. M follows without hesitation. Hubby then takes off his pants and wifey instantly sucks and jerks him off while moaning and cumming from M’s oral performance. After a while M moves back and takes his clothes off as well. (Hopefully) Similar sized dick as hubby but a lot thicker in girth. She can’t resist the impressive view and deep throat’s M cock leaning forward on all four. Hubby is now eating her out from behind but she is enjoying M’s cock so much that she almost forgot about hubby until he made her cum with his tongue. Hubby suggests that she lay on her back on the bed and M should rub his hard thick cock over her drenched pussy. Just teasing and stimulating but no penetration. Hubby then tells M he can slide his tip inside as M is sliding his cock up and down and through the middle of wifey's pussy lips. With every move, M pushes a tiny bit more of his tip inside. Hubby then grabs M’s cock and puts it right in front of wifey's hole and pushes M’s back, signalling to squeeze his cock inside her and with that first push her pussy stretches and she lets out a huge moan, grabbing hubbies leg as she enjoys her pussy stretched and filled more than she’s usually used to. M is very slowly moving all the way in and completely out and back in again a few times. She’s now starting to settle down again and jerks hubbies dick keeping a strong eye contact with hubby while M starts to speed up and begins to pound her fast and hard. Making her cum within minutes, legs shaking, vision blurry while she’s desperately trying to hold eye contact with hubby. She moves away from M and climbs onto hubbies dick, grinding in cowgirl position. But not long until she turns around, reverse cowgirl pulling M’s cock towards her face. M straight away fucking her face while she sits on top of hubby completely forgetting to grind as M is claiming her full attention letting him face fuck her as if he owned her. Hubby is extremely turned on by the pleasure she gets out of everything. Hubby then moves her on her back again, sitting right next to her, spreading her legs and lifting her hips up for M to penetrate her in her favourite position. Hubby is fascinated by the view of her tits bouncing and M’s thick cock slamming into her pussy while she is screaming and moaning louder than ever before. M pulls out and places his cock in front of her mouth, to which she without hesitation starts choking on pointing hubby towards her pussy. Hubby takes his time so she can indulge his cock before hubby picks her up and starts fucking her standing. Throwing her up and down on his dick until she cums again. M enjoying the view while jerking off. Hubby throws her back on the bed on her belly and starts pounding her from behind. Reclaiming her and making her forget all about M as she’s reaching another climax. She is exhausted and extremely worn out just how she likes it. She sucks hubby and M’s cock while she gets back to her senses. Then she asks M to fuck her again and shoot his cum all over her tits. Once he’s done, hubby fucks her in missionary with her chest covered in M’s huge load of cum and adds his load all over her tits as well. Everyone laying down together before wifey goes to the bathroom to shower. Hubby looks at M and asks if he wants to join her, which he does and hubby can hear her moaning from the other room. He picks up his phone and starts recording. Not joining this time, just filming and enjoying the show. All sleep in the same bed naked and the next morning is guaranteed to turn out great. You’ll have to imagine how that continues 😈

25 February 2026

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So I was with this girl one night, and we had an hour to mess around and have some fun. The moment she walked in, I could tell she was a firecracker. those eyes, that smirk, the way she moved like she owned the room. We didn’t waste time, just fell into it like two wild animals in a den. She was all over me, her hands everywhere, her lips pressing against mine with a hunger that made my cock twitch. I let her take the lead for a while, let her feel like she was in control, but then I shifted. I pinned her against the wall, my body pressed to hers, and let her know I was the predator now. Her moans were like a siren song, and I couldn’t resist. I showed her that I’m just as good with my mouth as I am with my cock, sliding between her legs, whispering things she didn’t even know she wanted to hear. She came three times, each shudder of her body a reminder of how much power I had. But when we parted, I felt that strange mix of dominance and vulnerability. She left, and I was left with the echo of her laughter, the warmth of her skin still clinging to me. We still have each other’s numbers, and she texts me once in a while—her pussy needs to be wrecked again. I answer every call, because that’s what a people pleaser does. I’m a male slut, a nymphomaniac, and I don’t care. I’ll always be ready to have some fun, no matter how many times she asks. It’s not about being dominant or submissive, it’s about the thrill, the connection, the way her fingers trace my back like a promise. I don’t mind being the one who gives, because in the end, it’s all about the pleasure. And I’ll give it until she’s begging for more.

24 February 2026

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I grew up on a dirt road that didn’t have a name, just a mailbox with our surname peeling off in the sun. Out there, love stories were simple. You met a boy at the rodeo or at the pub on a Friday night, you slow-danced to a country song, and by harvest you were someone’s forever. That’s what I believed, anyway. When I moved to the city at twenty-two, I packed that belief in my suitcase between my good boots and my grandmother’s pearl earrings. I thought love would find me quickly. I smiled at strangers. I said yes to dates. I mistook attention for intention. The first man I met wore polished shoes and told me my accent was “cute.” He took me to a rooftop bar where the lights blinked like distant stars. He spoke about investment portfolios and weekend trips. When he kissed me, it felt like a scene from a movie I’d watched a hundred times in my bedroom back home. I thought, this must be how it starts. It didn’t start. It ended the next morning with a polite text and a promise to “catch up sometime.” There were others. A bartender with kind eyes who said he’d never met someone “so genuine.” A gym trainer who liked the way I laughed. A musician who wrote half a song about my freckles. They held my hand in public, traced circles on my back in private, and whispered that they felt something different with me. I kept believing them. I told myself that intimacy meant progress. That if they wanted me, if they desired me, then surely love couldn’t be far behind. So I gave pieces of myself away in dim apartments and rumpled hotel sheets, under fairy lights and ceiling fans that hummed in the dark. I learned the rhythm of new bodies, the warmth of shared breath, the heavy quiet that comes afterward. But morning always arrived colder than I expected. I’d lie there staring at unfamiliar ceilings, wondering why closeness at midnight felt so far from connection at dawn. They would kiss my shoulder and rush off to meetings, to friends, to lives that didn’t seem to include me past the night before. Back home, my friends were getting engaged. Posting photos in fields of golden wheat, hands laced with someone steady and sure. I double-tapped their happiness and told myself I wasn’t jealous. I was just… waiting. People assumed I was wild. The city had changed me, they’d say with a wink. They didn’t see the hopeful girl underneath it all—the one who still believed that the next date might be the last first date. The one who studied every smile for sincerity. I wasn’t looking for thrill or conquest. I was looking for that quiet certainty my parents had, the kind that doesn’t need fireworks because it burns steady and bright. Instead, I kept finding sparks—hot, dazzling, and gone before I could warm my hands. Maybe I was naive. Maybe I confused chemistry with compatibility. Or maybe I just hadn’t learned yet that love can’t be negotiated through longing. But I still keep my grandmother’s pearls in my drawer. I still say yes to dates. And somewhere beneath the city lights and the lessons learned in tangled sheets, that country girl is still looking—not for another night, but for someone who stays when the sun comes up.

20 February 2026

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The moment his cum slid down my throat, my body still trembling from the forced orgasm, I felt hands grip my hips and haul me backward. My knees scraped against the rough carpet as I was yanked onto the couch, my blindfolded world spinning. The Older Man’s voice cut through the haze of my pleasure, low and commanding. "Not done with you yet, pet." His fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my head back just enough to expose my throat. Then his grip vanished, replaced by something far more brutal. Muscular Man 1—his scent alone made my pulse spike, all sweat and musk and raw male—shoved my shoulders down until my chest pressed into the leather. His palm cracked against my ass, the sting radiating through my already sensitive flesh. "Spread your legs, slut." The order was a growl, more animal than human, and I obeyed before I could think, my thighs parting on instinct. His fingers dug into the meat of my ass, spreading me wider, and I whimpered as cool air hit my exposed, used hole. "Fuck, look at you. Still dripping for us." A thick finger dragged through the mess between my legs, gathering the Older Man’s cum and my own arousal before shoving it into my mouth. "Clean it up. Every drop." I lapped at his skin, tasting salt and sex, my cock aching despite the exhaustion. The Older Man’s chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. "Good boy. But we’re just getting started." Something cold and metallic clinked nearby, and my stomach twisted. The spreader bar. I’d seen them before—used them, even—but never like this. Never with them. Muscular Man 1’s grip vanished, only to be replaced by rough hands flipping me onto my back. The leather creaked beneath me as I was manhandled, my wrists still bound behind me. A belt looped around my left ankle, the buckle biting into my skin as it was cinched tight. Then the other. My legs were forced apart, the bar locked between them, stretching me obscenely wide. The position left me completely exposed, my cock jutting up, my hole on display, my balls already tightening in anticipation. "Perfect," the Older Man murmured, his fingers tracing the inside of my thigh. "Now you’ll stay open for us. No hiding." Muscular Man 1 didn’t waste time. His weight settled between my spread legs, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Gonna make you beg for it." His mouth sealed over my cock, tongue swirling around the head before he took me to the back of his throat in one brutal motion. I arched off the couch with a broken cry, my bound hands clawing at the air. He didn’t just suck—he fucked my mouth with his tongue, his teeth grazing the sensitive underside, his free hand rolling my balls until they ached. "That’s it," the Older Man crooned, his palm sliding up my chest to pinch my nipple hard. "Take what he gives you. You’re ours to use, aren’t you?" "Y-yes—!" The word dissolved into a moan as Muscular Man 1’s fingers joined his mouth, two of them pressing against my entrance. He didn’t ask. He didn’t tease. He shoved, knuckles-deep in one thrust, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my thigh as I screamed. The burn was white-hot, my body still loose from the Older Man’s earlier use, but this was different. This was punishment. His fingers scissored, stretching me wider, and I could feel the Older Man’s gaze burning into me as I thrashed. "Such a pretty little whore," Muscular Man 1 growled against my skin. "Taking my fingers like a good slut. Bet you’d take my cock even better." The Older Man’s hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head to the side. His lips brushed my ear, his voice a dark promise. "You will. But first…" His other hand appeared in my blurred vision, holding a length of thin, braided rope. My breath hitched. Cock and ball torture. Fuck. "We’re going to see how much you can really take." Muscular Man 1 released my cock with a wet pop, leaving me gasping. His fingers stayed buried inside me, crooking just enough to make my toes curl. The Older Man’s rope slithered around the base of my cock, the coarse fibers abrasive against my oversensitive skin. He wound it tight, then tighter, cutting off the blood flow until my dick throbbed painfully. "This’ll keep you from cumming," he murmured, tying it off with practiced ease. "No relief until we say so." The rope cinched around my balls next, pulling them snug against my body, the pressure bordering on pain. I whined, my hips jerking uselessly, but the spreader bar kept me trapped. "Please—" "Please what?" Muscular Man 1’s fingers twisted inside me, his thumb pressing against my prostate. "Use your words, slut." "I—I can’t—" The words died as the Older Man’s palm cracked across my chest, right over my bound cock. The pain lanced through me, my vision whiting out for a second. "You can," the Older Man corrected, his voice razor-sharp. "You’ll take his cock next. And you’ll thank him for it." Muscular Man 1 didn’t give me time to process. His fingers vanished, replaced by the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Gonna fuck you raw," he grunted, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Gonna make you scream." And then he was inside me, one ruthless thrust that split me open. The burn was excruciating, my body stretched to its limit, the rope around my cock and balls making every inch of his invasion feel like torture. I screamed, my voice breaking, but he didn’t stop. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh like brands. The Older Man’s hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my sobs. "That’s it," he praised, his breath hot against my temple. "Take his cock like the filthy little slut you are. You were made for this." His free hand found my nipple again, twisting until I arched off the couch, my bound cock leaking despite the rope. Muscular Man 1’s thrusts grew erratic, his grunts turning feral. "Fuck, yeah—squeeze me, you fucking whore—" His teeth sank into my shoulder as he came, his cum flooding me in thick, scalding pulses. I could feel it dripping out of me almost immediately, my body too wrecked to hold anything in. He collapsed against me for a breath, his chest heaving, before pulling out with a wet sound. The Older Man released my mouth, his fingers trailing down my cheek. "Good boy," he murmured. "But we’re not done." His hand moved to the rope around my cock, giving it a sharp tug. The pain flared, my vision swimming. "You don’t get to cum yet. Not until you’ve earned it." I whimpered, my body a mess of overstimulation and denial. The spreader bar kept my legs locked open, my hole gaping and used, my cock trapped in its painful cage of rope. The Older Man’s fingers traced my lower lip, his thumb pressing inside. "Open." I obeyed, my jaw aching as he fed me his cock again, his pre-cum salty on my tongue. "Suck," he ordered, his voice a dark caress. "Show me how much you want it." Muscular Man 1’s laugh was a low, approving sound as he watched me struggle to take the Older Man’s length, my throat already raw. "Look at you," he taunted, his fingers circling my exposed hole. "Still hungry for more." His thumb pressed inside, and I choked around the Older Man’s cock, my body betraying me with another helpless spasm of pleasure. The Older Man’s hand tangled in my hair, holding me still as he fucked my mouth in shallow, controlling thrusts. "That’s right," he murmured. "You’re ours. And we’re far from finished with you."

20 February 2026

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The cabin smelled of damp wood and something darker—musky, primal, like the lingering scent of sweat and cum from the last time I’d been used. My body still ached in places I didn’t want to think about, my throat raw from choking on cock, my ass sore from being stretched open by fingers, tongues, and something much thicker. But when the summons came—a curt text with nothing but an address and a time—I didn’t hesitate. I never did. The door creaked shut behind me before I could even turn around. The older man’s voice, deep and rough like gravel under boots, cut through the silence. "Strip. Now." No greeting. No small talk. Just command. My fingers trembled as I peeled off my clothes, the cool air raising goosebumps across my skin. I heard the rustle of fabric, the soft thud of boots on wood—other presences, other men, their breathing already thick with anticipation. Four of them. Including him. A hand—his hand—gripped my chin, tilting my face up. His thumb pressed against my lower lip, forcing my mouth open just enough for his breath to ghost over my tongue. "You remember the rules?" His voice was a growl, the kind that made my stomach clench. I nodded, or tried to, but his grip tightened. "Say it." "I’m yours," I whispered. The words tasted like shame and want, bitter and sweet all at once. "Good." His fingers slid down my throat, over my collarbone, then lower, tracing the curve of my breast before pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. "But tonight, you won’t see a thing." The blindfold was silk, smooth and suffocating as it wrapped around my eyes, blocking out the dim light of the cabin. My pulse spiked, my breath coming faster as the world narrowed to just sound and touch. The older man’s hands roamed my body, possessive, mapping me like territory he’d already claimed. Then—other hands. Rougher, less patient. Fingers dug into my hips, my thighs, spreading me open before I could even brace myself. "Such a pretty little slut," a new voice murmured, low and amused. A thumb circled my clit, slow and deliberate, while another hand—bigger, calloused—squeezed my ass cheek hard enough to bruise. "Already wet for us." I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, high and needy. The older man’s chuckle was dark, satisfied. "She loves it. Don’t you?" His palm cracked against my ass, the sting radiating through me, making me arch into the touch. "Answer me." "Yes," I hissed. "Yes, what?" Another slap, harder this time. My skin burned. "Yes, sir." The words fell out of me before I could stop them, my body already melting into submission. A finger—thick, unyielding—pressed against my entrance, not pushing in, just there, teasing. "Beg for it," the older man ordered. I should’ve resisted. I should’ve hated this. But the words spilled out, desperate. "Please. Fuck me. Please, sir, I need it—" The finger plunged inside me without warning, knuckle-deep, curling against my front wall. I cried out, my knees buckling, but strong arms held me up. "Such a greedy little hole," the voice—one of the others—murmured against my ear. His breath was hot, his cock already pressing against my hip, thick and leaking. "Think you can take all of us?" Before I could answer, the older man’s voice cut through the haze. "On your knees." Hands shoved me down, my bare knees hitting the rough wood floor. The blindfold made everything sharper—the scent of arousal, the heat of bodies surrounding me, the way my own heartbeat thundered in my ears. A cock brushed my lips, the tip already slick with pre-cum. I didn’t need to be told what to do. I opened, taking him in, my tongue swirling around the head before he pushed deeper, hitting the back of my throat. "Fuck, that’s it," the man groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Take it all, slut." I gagged as he thrust deeper, my nose pressing against his pelvis, the taste of him salty and thick. Another cock nudged my cheek, then my temple, the older man’s voice a dark purr above me. "Suck him like you mean it. And don’t you dare stop until I say so." My jaw ached, tears pricking behind the blindfold as the first man fucked my throat in earnest, his hips snapping forward. I hollowed my cheeks, my hands gripping his thighs for balance, but then—another set of hands grabbed my wrists, yanking them behind my back. A belt, maybe, or a rope, cinched tight around them, binding me. I whimpered around the cock in my mouth, the sound vibrating against his shaft. "Look at her," the older man mused, his fingers tracing my spine. "Already dripping, already desperate. You like being our little fucktoy, don’t you?" I couldn’t answer, not with my mouth full, but my body did it for me—my hips rocking back, seeking friction, my pussy clenching around nothing. A hand—his hand—slid between my thighs, two fingers shoving inside me without warning. I choked on the cock in my mouth, my back arching. "So wet. So empty." His fingers scissored, stretching me, while his thumb pressed hard against my clit. "You want to be filled, don’t you? Stuffed full of cock until you can’t walk straight?" "Mmm—!" I tried to nod, but the man in my mouth groaned, his grip on my hair tightening. "Pathetic," the older man murmured, but there was no real disdain in his voice. Just dark, twisted approval. His fingers pulled out, and I whined at the loss, but then—something thicker, blunter, pressed against my entrance. A cock. Not his. Not yet. One of the others. "Please—" I begged, my voice ragged around the cock still fucking my throat. "Since you asked so nicely," the older man drawled. The cock at my pussy surged forward, stretching me wide, the burn delicious and brutal. I sobbed, my body torn between the two invasions, my throat and cunt both used at once. The man behind me gripped my hips, his thrusts hard and unrelenting, while the one in my mouth fucked my face like he owned it. "That’s it," the older man encouraged, his voice a dark caress. "Take it. Take all of it." The cabin filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, my gagging, their groans. My body was a playground, a thing to be used, and I loved it. Hated myself for loving it, but my traitorous cunt clenched around the cock pounding into me, my tongue swirling around the one in my mouth like I was starving for it. Then—his cock. The older man’s. I knew it instantly, the heavy weight of his uncut length dragging against my skin before he pressed it against my lips. "Open," he commanded. I obeyed, my mouth already stuffed, but he didn’t care. He fed himself in alongside the other cock, both of them stretching my lips obscenely, filling my throat until I couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down my face, my nose running, my body shaking with the effort of taking them both. "Fuck, look at her," one of the men groaned. "Such a good little whore." The older man’s hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to let him see my face—my blindfolded, tear-streaked, cum-drenched face. "Mine," he growled, before shoving back in, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I came with a broken sob, my pussy clamping down around the cock fucking me, my body betraying me completely. The men didn’t stop. They couldn’t stop. The older man’s cock pulsed, thick and heavy on my tongue, and I knew—he was close. He was going to fill me, mark me, own me. "Gonna cum down that pretty throat," he rasped. "Gonna make you swallow every last drop, and then we’re going to start all over again." I moaned around him, my body already aching for more. Because this wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not with him. Not with them. And when his cum finally spilled down my throat, hot and thick, I drank it down like a good little slut—knowing this was only the beginning.

20 February 2026

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I'd met her at my daughter in laws 21st birthday. I'd had a couple of drinks which my ex didn't approve of so she left early. At some point of the night I found myself sitting on the the back step beside this gorgeous 21 years old blonde. She was there with her boyfriend my sons mate and her son 3yrs old it had been a long time since I felt so comfortable with another woman talking and laughing about everything. That night passed without anything happening just a good night. We crossed paths a few times over a period of about 10 years and then out of the blue I got a friend request on fb which I accepted. I contacted her on messenger and during that first conversation she informed me that she had left her partner 2 weeks earlier. During the next two weeks we talked a lot and she remembered our conversations on the steps and informed me that talking to me that night had made made her extremely horny. By this time I had moved interstate but convinced her to meet me. I sent a air ticket and organised a hotel for the weekend and picked her up. She arrived dressed in high stilettos tight jeans and a t shirt that was sooo tight her nipples were very visible I got an erection immediately putting her arms around my neck she whispered I want that now. We headed to the hotel. No sooner were we in the room we were all over each other she pushed me into the lounge chair and knelt between my legs couldn't get my jeans off quickly enough. Mouth around my cock and deep down in her throat I haven't been that close to blowing my load so quickly I had to stop her we quickly got undressed and headed to the shower I was rock hard by the time standing behind her I soaped her up squeezing her breasts in both hands her head. Leaning backwards my hands tracing down to her shaven clit swollen as I massaged it slowly between my fingers turning her head our lips met passionately then the words every man is wanting to hear please please fuck me now please I eased her forward gripping her hips she bent over hanging on to the edge the shower I slowly entered her and she backed onto my cock right up to my scrotum she gasped as I started to fuck her and screamed out loud when she came I exploded shortly after knees trembling both of us. that weekend we fucked in every position imaginable slept like babies for 3 beautiful sexy days an experience I've never repeated. still talk from time to time never will forget her she was beautiful sexy awesome. Just so you understand I was at the time 34 yrs older than her

19 February 2026

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I don't know what had come over me. I've done plenty of these and I've never known such an effect. I've always been able to concentrate. Get the drawing done. I'm not saying the other models weren't attractive. There was nothing wrong with them. I could draw them. I could render them into two dimensions with all my concentration intact. But this woman, I don't even know her name. It's Sarah or Georgie, or something like that. I'm not really sure. I forgot when she walked in, draped in silk, that cheeky innocent smile on her face, that mysterious look which promised so much more. Her name completely disappeared from my mind once she shrugged that robe off her shoulders and let it crumple to the floor. Oh my God, those curves, that skin. I was immediately intoxicated. I was supposed to be drawing her. I tried. Believe me, I tried. The pencil marks were sporadic at best. Her breasts I drew, and that place between her legs I was fixated on. For now her legs were together. Oh but I believe me I was looking, hoping for them to inch themselves apart. But it was that look in her eyes when she glanced in my direction. She saw right into me. Understood what she was doing to me, bringing me undone. I made another feeble attempt at drawing. It was no good, I was getting hard and all I could think was how good those lips would be to kiss. How good those breasts would be to hold, to rub How good those legs would be a spread. She saw me now, really saw me. She saw me squirm in my chair. She saw the hunger in my eyes. Trying not to rub myself but failing. The other artists seemed oblivious to my discomfort but she wasn't. She knew and I think she liked it. Pose-change-time was called and Georgie shifted her position, staring straight at me as she assumed a reclining pose. Just the tiniest flash as she adjusted herself so tiny that I wasn't sure if I really did see the glistening lips between her legs. I needed to be closer. I had to see her better, maybe even smell her sweet scent. I moved my chair towards her, gaining an angle that enabled me the perfect view. I was beginning to notice some of the other artists giving my sideways looks. I think my infatuation was gaining some notice. I was beyond caring at this point. All I could think of was her. Her, and what I would like to do with her, how I could make her feel. How she could make me feel. Some of the artists were beginning to finish off their drawings, gathering up their pencils and charcoal and were chatting in the corner, beginning to file out. I wasn't going anywhere. She was watching me. That look in her eyes. She had a hunger that matched mine. I couldn't help myself. I was rubbing my hard cock through my pants. Her eyes on me the whole time. The room was emptying out. There was only a few people left now. Sandy, the quiet one with the intense stare. She was still drawing, but she was also glancing in my direction occasionally, then back to the model. Sandy could see the mutual attraction that was going on and she didn't seem concerned by it. Dominic is still there too. He was concentrating and drawing and was oblivious. Sophia was the last one a strong independent artist with a very avant-garde style both in her work and in her dress sense. She was no longer drawing. She was just watching. The model's time was up, it was time for her to go. As she went to arise I got up first and took her robe uncrumpling it, shaking it out for her. It was my chance to get close. She stood before me, naked, her glorious body inviting me. "Well" she said to me, "do you really want me to put that back on?" She stared straight into my eyes, full of confidence knowing the power of her sexuality and the effect it was having on me. "No" I replied "what I really want is you, now, right here". She stepped forward her hand reaching down and taking hold of the bulge in my pants. I was completely lost at this point. Completely oblivious to the remaining artists. But they weren't oblivious. They were watching us. I took hold of her gorgeous ass pulling her in to me staring in her eyes and leaning in for my first kiss. She didn't even try and resist she wanted it as much as I did. I could see the desire in her eyes. Now her hand was snaking into my waistband, searching for the bulge that hid beneath. Wanting to free it from its constraints. I've never known a woman like this before, so wanton, so sexually powerful. I had lost all self control. All I knew was that I wanted her, wanted her pussy, wanted to taste it, worship it, be inside it and fill it with my seed. She had my cock out now. It was rock hard and straining for action. Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. Her tongue slid from her mouth slowly working its way from my balls, up the underside of my shaft sending shivers all through my spine. My knees were buckling. I collapsed onto the couch that she was reclining on not a minute before. She was still between my legs, my cock firmly in her grasp. She licked around the head of my cock then took it into her mouth, a helpless moan escaping my mouth. I look down at her to see she was still looking at me. I was mesmerised, my cock starting to disappear into her mouth once again. I looked around the room suddenly becoming aware of my surroundings. Sandy was still at her sketch pad. A look of concentration on her face as her hand moved quickly over the paper. Dominic was pulling out his own cock. He was already hard too. Watching us intently, a look of desire on his own face. Sophia was reclining in her chair. One hand fondling her breasts the other between her legs rubbing herself through her pants. I looked back at Georgie she was really getting to work now. No longer looking at me. Concentrating on my cock and taking as much of it as she could in her mouth and my God she could take a lot of it. I watched her take 3 inches then 4 inches then five then six then the whole 7 disappeared down her throat, her nose up against my pubic bone. Her eyes we're streaming tears as she started the gag. There was a big slurping sound as she came up for air. Saliva and drool stretching from her gasping mouth to the head of my cock before she dived back down for another taste. Taking the whole thing in one motion. I was out of control now. I took the back of her head forcing my cock down her throat again and again not being able to resist the irresistible allure of her beautiful mouth. There was only one thing that could draw me away from that wonderful mouth and that was that exquisite pussy. I needed to bury my cock deep inside it to feel its warmth to feel its juices all over me. I stood up, my blood rising to a peak. I pushed her over the couch. Her ass pointing in the air my glistening cock pointing at her glistening slit. She was ready for me. Reaching around with one hand she pulled her pussy lips aside inviting me in. I needed no invitation. With a thrust I was in. It was even better than I could have imagined. I slowly worked into my rhythm, slow and shallow at first. Just hinting at what was to come. Then, bit by bit my cock slid between her pussy lips a little bit further, a little bit deeper. Until I was all the way in, picking up the pace and pounding my cock deeper inside her, my pelvis slapping against her ass. Sophia was moaning now. Her pants crumpled around her ankles and knees in the air. Her fingers deep inside her own pussy and rubbing her clit. Dominic's hand was beating on his cock, keeping time with my thrust deep into Georgie's exquisite pussy. Sandy was still furiously drawing but she was looking somewhat dishevelled now, her top open exposing one firm perky little breast. I was on top of Georgie now, my cock driving deep inside her again and again and again. My hands reaching around holding onto her breasts. My teeth scraping lightly down her back. But she'd had enough now, she wanted to take control. She flung me onto the couch and climbed on top. sinking down on top of me smothering me with her breasts, with her body, with her sweet, delicious cunt now in command. As she rode me I could hear Sophia screaming out in pleasure coming again and again. Dominic was standing now. He's cocking his hand standing over top of us. His face contorted, he was about to cum too. So was I. I couldn't take it anymore. Georgie was riding me furiously, my cock ready to explode. Sophia screamed again in pleasure Dominic groaned, shooting hot streams of cum all over the couch beside us. I could hold back no longer. "Fuck I'm cumming" I yelled as Georgie screamed an announcement of her own climax. I shot wad after wad of my own hot cum deep inside her, her kitty convulsing in time with my spurts. Finally we collapsed, exhausted. Georgie's full body weight on me, my cock going soft inside her, our combined juices leaking from her, coating my crotch. Dominic had put himself away and zipped himself up. Grabbing his drawing equipment, was heading for the door. Sophia walked calmly over to us still naked below the waist. Running her fingers over my balls and cock and that exquisite pussy she then put them to her mouth tasting our sex on her fingers. She then calmly turned put her pants back on, took her things and left. Sandy just stood up. Straightened herself up tore several sheets from her drawing pad, walked over to us and lay them on top of our sweating bodies, before leaving us alone in the room.

17 February 2026

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Quite a few years ago I was dating a woman with a very high sex drive. Late one night when I was driving her home, she leaned over unzipped my jeans pulled them down, with some assistance of course. She then started to go down on me, after a few minutes when I was stiff and pulsing, she took off her jeans and knickers and started to climb over to the drivers side of the car. All while I was still driving, Luckily it was an automatic but unfortunately before cruise control. We slid the seat back as far as we could but still being able to just reach the accelerator and brake. She then sat on top of me and guided me inside her. Bouncing up and down on top of me with me saying lean to the side a bit I can’t see where we are going. Needless to say, worried about having an accident (of the motor vehicle kind) or being stopped by the police we found a place to stop and finish what she started. I still can't believe what we did but assure you it is true. A night I’ll never forget nor do I want to.

16 February 2026

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The idea of two strangers hooking up in the middle of fucking nowhere seems to be unrealistic and everything that you can only find in the movies, or some asshole typing away. Anyways. So, we have these two people. A woman, 30s, average build, but curves that any man would want to grip their hands onto. Long hair, black, fussy hair that reaches towards her lower back. Cup size of her tits, well, spoilers, but let's call her Jane. (Jane Doe) Now with the man, 40s, built like motherfucking brick house. Has facial hair, but it is trimmed nicely. Jeans, but losing. Enough for the ladies out there knowing what he's dealing with, without the need to whip it out. We'll call him John Doe. Why? because I'm fucking lazy. It's raining, like pissing, pouring the old man (not John) cumming in his sleep, at a level of raining. Jane is marching in her wet boots. She's lost. Her phone was flat, and for hell, the moonlight was going to help. She's getting annoyed and more annoyed. All she wants to do is have a quick meal. Maybe beef jerky or something like that, and sleep until the morning rises. Seems that might not happen. She's losing all hope until- "Hey, she hears, overtaking the heavy water drops. The voice is male and deep. When I say deep, I say DEEEEEEEPPPPPP. She shines her flashlight in the direction of the voice and sees a figure. The figure walks forward, and here comes John. He's all wrapped up, but enough to knock the rain. "Are you okay?" "I'm just a bit lost. Trying to find my way back towards my tent." "Good luck with that, Mrs. With this rain and the nightlight. You will be unable to find your way back until the sun has risen." John sighs, knowing what he is about to suggest. "Would you like to stay at my tent. Just for tonight. Promise I'm not one of those crazy serial killers that you find in horror movies." Jane doesn't think about it. She just wants to get out of the sky water. Jane takes John's offer. Now the tent itself is small, like you're surprised that now John's able to fit inside of it, but anyhow. Jane lies down at the far, far right side with a bed sheet over her. John enters. "You don't mind if I-" He touches the ends of his shirt, hinting at what he's asking. She nods. meaning "I don't mind." John takes off his shirt and showcases his hard rock abs. like a 10 pack. He lies at the far left. The two campers try to sleep, but one little issue, which is- The sheet that was over Jane. Does jackshit. She's freezing. Teeth banging into each other. She is COLD. And John can hear it. He turns around, and "I realizes that you're a bit cold. You don't mind if I give you some body heat. 'Go ahead," Jane replies to his question. John pushes towards her and wraps his arms around her. Nothing more, nothing less. Anything seems fine. Both of them try to go to sleep once again-but. Jane feels something. Something that touches her arse. rubbing against her behind. She wants to figure out what this feeling is. She moves her hand towards the THING and touches it. Realizing that his hard cock was the thing rubbing against her. And she's liking the feel of it. And she's only feeling the outline of it (because he still has his pants on). She rubs his shoulder lightly. Enough for him to wake up, as he did. John doesn't know what's going on. "Is everything alright?" "Oh, everything is fine. Just still feel a bit cold and wonder if you can help me to warm up- in other ways." She pulls down his pants and flops out his rock-hard, thick, 8-inch cock. Throbbing for a play and don't worry. It's going to be a play with. He's enjoying it. He's feeling her warm mouth sucking him. John thinks she's the god of male oral sex. She stops looking down and looks across at John, which makes him unable to hold on any longer. He pushes her off his dick and gets on his knees and kisses her. Long with passion. She jerks him off while his hands are holding her neck, while their lips meet. John moves to kissing the side of her neck, which makes Jane really get ready for a fuck. He takes her top off. Not normally, but rips it. She showed her breasts to him. His hand was squeezing him before moving down to the nipple and having a taste. Moving his tongue around with the odd light bite. His hands slide down her back, and he gets a hold of her legs. Getting ready to flip her onto her back. John goes even further down as he starts tasting her. Tasting her nice, wet, warm, pussy. Which is wetter than the rain outside? And he isn't being gentle. He's going to pull on tongue fucking. (The title of this should be call tongue fucking the way this is going). She doesn't hold back. Her moans are loud, and it's known that she's enjoying. That this random hook-up was the right choice as he touches her tits as he's tasting her clit. She can't take it any longer, "I need you inside of me". He pulls back and slides towards her back and slides his thick cock inside of her. The moment it was in. It feels good. He starts thrusting slowly. He doesn't want to cum too quickly. He's a man who takes his time. Looking into each other's eyes. Groaning and moaning together. It feels like this is the best cock she ever had and the best pussy he ever had. He builds up the speed of his cock, smashing her. fucking her hard. The sound of his balls echoes. "I-I'm going to cum' Jane announced. And she screams out her orgasm. She notices he is slowing down. "Don't stop. I want you to cum too, baby." And he doesn't, it picks up the speed and fucks her. More and more. He's about to cum. Building up, building it up until- he cums inside her and it was a big load. He rests on the top of her chest, and her hands touch his hair. Progressing on what just happened." Jane smiles and makes a little joke. "I think we're warmed up now."

11 February 2026

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Walking down a long corridor in a motel, I felt a mixture of emotions – emotions of excitement and anxiety at the same time. I had been talking to a stranger on the Internet for weeks and that evening we decided to meet for an anonymous party… When I entered the room whose number he had sent me earlier via text message, I noticed a figure standing in the corner with his back turned towards me, he was tall and with broad shoulders, when he turned towards me he was staring with his bright blue eyes at me. Without a word, he came up to me and hugged me warmly and then kissed me, his hands started moving around my body, he felt my chest and buttocks, I felt his hard cock rubbing against me through his pants, I felt like I was going to have a good time… We quickly took off our clothes. I shamelessly spread my legs wide, and he slid onto the bed until his head was between my thighs. I felt his tongue first on my labia and then entering my pussy. It lasted maybe 20 minutes, during which the stranger passionately licked my pussy until he finally slid on top of me, putting his tongue in my mouth. I felt the taste of my pussy, which turned me on so much that my tongue almost went down his throat. Without stopping kissing, I felt his very hard cock slide into my pussy. How I loved this feeling! A warm cock buried inside me. He started fucking me rhythmically and when he did it very hard, our kisses stopped and each of us started to focus on the pleasures coming from our crotches. The stranger was fucking me very hard and my body was stiffening with excitement, I could tell that he was about to cum, so my thighs pressed against his buttocks to let him know that he had to finish inside me. Which he did after a while. I had a long and wonderful orgasm, I felt the warmth of the semen gushing in my pussy. For a while, even though we both came, he kept fucking me until he finally got off me and lay down next to me. I was lying next to the stranger, completely relaxed and satisfied, I could feel his semen flowing out of my vagina, but it didn’t bother me, it just reminded me that I had just had a cock inside me. – I want more – I said quietly, turning towards him. – I want to add you again. He looked at me and smiled before lying on me again and after a while he entered me again, and I secretly hoped that he would fill me with his sperm again…

10 February 2026

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Vicki and I had just started swinging when one of my suppliers announced it would take thirty of their customers to Honolulu for a week. We went online searching for swingers in Honolulu and ended up with about twelve contacts wanting to play. Being new to this game, we were dismayed as the contacts disappeared as our departure came closer. In the end, we did meet one good-looking couple from the website, Mike and Carmen. We organised to meet in a bar at 9pm, and miraculously, they were there! We swapped tales of our experiences in the scene and all was going well, but there was nothing from them suggesting we get started so I told them we had to get up early in the morning to fly to the Big Island. Their immediate response was to say it's been nice meeting you, we'll let you go. I told them that I meant that we should be getting into the play party now, if it was going to happen. We were at a small round table with Carmen on my left, Vicki on my right and Mike opposite. Carmen told me she did not see me asking Vicki if she wanted to play. In response, I put my hand on Carmen's leg near the knee and gave a small squeeze. I said: “That's how Vicki showed me her approval”. The four of us went back to our hotel room where we stripped down, adjusted our condoms and went to work. Vicki was on top of Mike's cock and I had Carmen on her back with her left leg over my shoulder as I watched my cock slide in and out of Carmen's very wet pussy. At some point we swapped partners and now Vicki was on top of my cock, sliding up and down. I was not paying attention to Mike and Carmen at the time until I felt Carmen's tongue sliding up and down my cock as she licked Vicki's very wet pussy at the same time. The feeling was incredible and something that neither Vicki nor I had ever experienced before. I now wanted my cock back in Carmen and Vicki was ready for another round on Mike's cock. We kept this up until everybody had come and we said goodnight to Mike and Carmen. As we got ready for bed, Vicki was collecting her discarded clothes from around the room, but was unable to find her g-string. We looked everywhere for it before deciding that Carmen had taken it as a souvenir of the night. I liked the idea that Carmen had a peg-board above their bed where she kept the g-string trophies of all the pussy she had licked. I have just written this because a few days ago Vicki brought up the memory of Carmen's licking ability and the whole scene lit up vividly in my mind, even though it was twenty years ago.

9 February 2026

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I’d parked in the backblocks a few streets from the venue, engine ticking as it cooled, the bass from the concert thudding faintly through the dark like a second heartbeat. The plan was simple: wait, nap, wake up when my phone rang. Dad duty. Chauffeur with street cred. That’s why I’d pulled on my most battered Ramones tee, holes soft as confession, just in case my kids’ friends clocked me and needed proof I wasn’t some beige suburban cliché. I must’ve drifted off, cheek pressed to the window, when the knock came. Not a cop’s rap. Not impatient. Just… curious. I cracked one eye open and saw her shape through the glass, the glow of a streetlight catching velvet black cotton stretched over a body that had lived a little. I rolled the window down and there she was—mid-forties, easy smile, hair that knew exactly how to fall. Her Velvet Underground shirt looked like it had stories of its own. “Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “I thought you were dead.” “Only on the inside,” I said. “Waiting for kids.” She laughed. The real kind. “Same. Thought I was the only relic hiding out back here.” I stepped out of the car. We leaned against our respective doors, swapping war stories. Concerts we’d survived. Bands we’d loved before life got loud in other ways. She told me what she used to get up to at shows—how freedom felt when the lights went down and nobody knew your name. The air shifted as she talked, charged, like the moment before feedback screams through an amp. At some point we noticed how close we were standing. How the conversation had slowed, thickened. Her eyes flicked to my mouth when I spoke. Mine traced the curve of her hip without asking permission. “Do you want to sit?” she asked, nodding toward her SQ7, the ultimate in Mum accessories. “More comfortable than… whatever this is.” The back of it was warm, leather holding the day’s heat. We didn’t rush. That was the thing. Hands finding, unhurried. Mouths exploring like we were remembering something important rather than discovering something new. The kind of intimacy that comes when you know who you are and don’t need to pretend. Time blurred. Streetlight shadows moved across the windows. The world narrowed to breath and touch and the low hum of a city minding its own business. We gave each other exactly what we’d been missing, generous and greedy all at once, until the tension broke and left us laughing softly in the dark. Eventually, the bass fell silent. Reality called. We straightened shirts, exchanged a look that said this was enough—perfect because it didn’t need to be more. She squeezed my hand before I slipped out. “Nice tee,” she said. “You still got it.” “So do you,” I replied, watching stand and check herself for signs of mischief. He phone buzzed, she gave me a last cheeky look and transformed back into suburban mum, and drove off into the night. When my kids finally called, I was wide awake, smiling to myself, the echo of bass still in my chest—but now it wasn’t just the concert.

6 February 2026

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It was supposed to be a quiet night. The restaurant had just closed, the lights dimmed low, and the scent of caramelized sugar and fresh herbs still lingered in the air. I was wiping down the counter when I noticed her sitting at the bar — long after everyone else had left. She smiled like she knew something I didn’t. “I heard the chef makes magic after hours,” she said, resting her chin in her hand. I poured her a glass of wine. Slow. Intentional. Our fingers brushed when I handed it to her. She didn’t pull away. We talked about nothing at first — travel, music, favorite desserts — but every word carried weight. Her eyes didn’t wander. They stayed locked on mine. Testing. Inviting. When I stepped closer to explain a dish, she didn’t move back. “You cook with this much focus all the time?” she asked softly. “Only when the heat is right.” The tension between us felt like a flame turned low but ready to rise. The air grew heavier, charged with unspoken curiosity. Her hand found my apron string, slowly, playfully tugging. “Show me,” she whispered. And that’s when I knew this wasn’t about the food anymore. The kitchen had never felt so alive.

5 February 2026

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My Dearest Unknown Lady, I come bearing a heavy heart and a sheepish grin, for it appears I have caused quite the stir with your unmentionables - something I sincerely regret. It was never my intention to pilfer any of your personal belongings; rather, this was all an unfortunate misunderstanding that has left me in a most uncomfortable position, to say the least. To begin with, upon discovering your panties nestled amongst my laundry, I must admit that a curious curiosity overcame me - something akin to what I imagine young boys feel when they first stumble upon a hidden treasure map. The softness of the fabric, the delicate scent of lavender wafting from its fibers - these were things I simply couldn't resist exploring further. Firstly, I took in a deep breath and savored the aroma emanating from the panties. It was an intoxicating blend of sweet perfume and the lingering traces of your very essence - a fragrance that stirred something deep within me and sent shivers down my spine. Next, as if possessed by some strange force, I found myself wrapping those silky garments around my erection, marveling at how perfectly they conformed to its shape. The warmth of the fabric against my most sensitive parts was a sensation unlike any other, one that both excited and soothed me in equal measure. From there, things took a rather more intimate turn as I began rubbing the panties along the length of my erection, reveling in the way they slid effortlessly back and forth, creating a tantalizing friction that brought me ever closer to the brink of ecstasy. The sensation was indescribable - like the world had stopped turning for just a moment, leaving only you, me, and those stolen panties locked in an eternal dance of passion and desire. And then, well, it happened - I reached my climax, releasing a torrent of lustful energy that saturated the very fabric of your undergarments. The warmth of my seed mingled with the coolness of the silk, creating a heady cocktail that I simply couldn't resist partaking in once more. Finally, as I came down from my euphoric high, I found myself using those soiled panties to clean up after myself - wiping away every last drop of my illicit desires and restoring them to a semblance of their former purity. And now, here they are, returned to you just as they were when they first caught my attention - stained with the evidence of our forbidden encounter. I hope that this note serves as an adequate explanation for my actions, and perhaps even offers some small measure of solace for any distress or discomfort I may have caused you. It was never my intention to invade your privacy or make you feel uncomfortable - it was simply the reckless impulse of a man who let his desires get the better of him. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I need a cold glass of bourbon and a quiet corner to ponder the folly of us old men. Yours sincerely, An Utterly Mortified Grizzly Old Man

4 February 2026

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I had lived rather a sheltered life, controlled by a dominating father using religion as a rod! Married early and young cause that’s what you do! No sex before marriage allowed! 7 years that lasted and we parted amicably sharing 3 beautiful children. It was time for me to explore those desires l had smothered. A late bloomer in my thirties! I don’t recall which adult site it was! But l do recall the smoothness of her figure and our free flowing conversation! “Why dont you come and see me” she exclaimed! It was my kid free weekend and l thought what the heck why not! I started the trusty work van and this country boy from central Victoria at the time hit the road travelling to the outskirts of Mildura! It was a long drive! Some 4 hours plus! The sun was still rising as l hit the road, l enjoyed exploring new areas, time to think, ponder, what may be, what am l actually doing? The uncertainty of the unknown thrilled me, as l pushed the pedal to the metal in a feeble attempt to arrive that little bit quicker I was under strict instruction to ring her when l approached town and she would give me her address What if she didn’t answer, what if it was a hoax I hesitantly dialled and true to her word she answered and in no time l was approaching her country get away down her long dusty and winding driveway! To say l was a ball of excitement and nervous energy would be an understatement! Never had l done anything like this I could be catfished or anything! As l pulled up, she approached me from her humble abode, there was an audible sigh of relief, she looked just like her pics, tanned, slim with slightly curly and flowing brunette locks! Jeans the hugged her athletic legs and a lacy black top on! An Amazonian princess hiding in North West Victoria! I’m sure l nervously exclaimed hello! Wondering what her first impressions of me might be! I was rather dorky at the time! Still probably am but fit from my work and also tanned! At 6ft 1 l towered over her petite frame and l waited for her response Her simple and direct reply left me no doubt! “l knew l would want to fuck you the minute l saw you!” She blurted out. My god do women like this really exist, this was new ground for me, as l subconsciously pinched myself, but l was ready, eager, and already putty in her hands She invited me inside We made small talk about my trip She offered me a bourbon which l politely declined but she fumbled in the fridge to find me a much appreciated beer! Was a bit early to drink! Approaching midday but oh how did the one drink just settled my persona Then with no further ado She beckoned follow me! Gesturing with her finger Slipping her top off as she walked through the house I followed like an eager puppy admiring her physique from behind The shower turned on, great pressure l remember thinking! Funny how in the heat of the moment, work thoughts entered my head! The perils of being a Plumber The shower was one of those old types Claw foot bath with the curtain wrapped around, it would be a tight Squeeze But lm sure we would make room She was now naked and just hoped in! I really thought l was in a dream I had literally dreamt of moments like this I paused Is this really happening? It really is I quickly followed Undressing fumbling, l almost tripped out of my pants! Good start that would be! If l cracked my head open on the cast iron bath! I regained my composure And had to lift my underpants off over my already erected manhood! The blood was pumping, l was as hard as l have ever been my erection even surprised myself, l could literally feel my cock throbbing with anticipation Naked, exposed, open, nervous, vulnerable but ready I entered beside her She was adjusting the taps as l nudged behind her My hands ventured to her firm buttocks as l massaged both cheeks She quickly turned and looked up Our eyes connected under the gushing water as we kissed passionately and lustfully! I caught my breath and looked down at her firm tight breasts! It was a perfect handful for my large hands As l fondled her playing with her erect dark nipples! Boob size never bothered me! I am a nipple man The more erect the more excited l am! And God was l excited my what l saw and felt I only played for a while when she broke away and not quite dropped to her knees! The rest is a blur! But this l recall She took my large cock hard and deep Her lips wrapped around my shaft, and she sucked with the enthusiasm of a child on a icy pole on a hot summers day I held her head as if to guide her on the depth! But she needed no guidance, she was an expert l was the apprentice and I had never received a head job like this before As the warm water gushed over our nakedness! Still l didn’t cum! I needed friction She stopped We dried each other And continued to her bedroom! Needless to say We fucked for hours! And fucking it was Not making love This was lustful, carnal, fleshly and erotic Pheromones filled the air As we explored the depths of each others bodies Her pussy was divine, pink lips invited me, and a nice landing strip of pubic hair as if to point me to her pleasure zone! I performed oral on her engorged clit! And tasted her insides Her wetness surprised me! And her groans of satisfaction only complemented my limited experience We both had multiple orgasms, would rest for a while then go again! After hours of sex, different positions and exploration it was time for me to leave! Funny thing is we actually didn’t talk that much To this day l don’t know much about her ! And likewise I left with a brief goodbye We both knew we would not see each other again But we got want we needed and wanted It was indeed an awakening Two souls united in sex and lust Consensual and open Surely one of the greatest gifts two humans can share! And every now and again I remember my road trip And a wry smile appears on my face! And l wonder Does she recall?

1 February 2026

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Sitting at the pub waiting for my meal I looked over at the next table across and there she sat looking at her phone maybe 70 or 75 hard to tell but hot and I mean a hot that's hard to describe but here goes from what I could see of her face whatever she was reading on her phone gave her a mischievous grin which lit up her face. Her white top was straining to hold back D or possibly DD breasts the pink clearly visible under the white top had to wonder if the panties matched. So I lent back slightly in my chair to see what I could see under the table unfortunately for me the quick glimpse of yep pink panties was soon ended as she looked over the top of her phone and busted me badly and her legs closed abruptly with nothing lose I made eye contact and gave a pout of disappointment. Much to my surprise she looked down my eyes followed Her's and to my surprise she had her legs spread as far apart as the little black skirt she wore would allow what she did next would of made me choke on my food if I had her hand came down under the table and pulled her panties to the side giving me a glimpse of a perfectly shaven pussy and I gotta admit it made me lick my lips. She slid two of her fingers over her clit and gently rubbed herself under the table which just made me reach under my table and give my now hard cock a squeeze the grin on her face told the whole story of being busted looking and now being teased badly. The last thing I wanted right now was my meal buzzer going but yep it did as I stood, she looked directly at my crotch, and her finger started to rub small circles around her clit I couldn't move even though that dam buzzer was going off in my hand. I reluctantly turned to the counter to collect my meal as I turned to return to my table there she stood directly in my path and simply asked if I liked the color pink my choked response was yes and everything the pink covered her laugh brought a sheepish grin to my face as she side stepped me to place her order

30 January 2026

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The lights were low enough to make every shadow feel like a dare. I backed her against the wall, close enough that the air between us seemed to sizzle, but careful not to touch—yet. The space itself was alive, charged with anticipation, every second stretching longer than the one before. My hand rose slowly, deliberately, hovering just short of her skin, teasing, testing, daring her to react. “Say stop,” I whispered, letting the words hang in the space between us. But she didn’t. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away. Her pulse betrayed her, quickening with every heartbeat, and I smiled at that—the quiet confession of desire she hadn’t said aloud. I leaned closer, mouth brushing near enough to steal her breath without taking it, letting the tension build until it became almost unbearable. When my fingers finally slid to her waist, firm and deliberate, the air between us seemed to ignite. The tension snapped like lightning—soft, sharp, perfect—and for a moment, the world ceased to exist beyond the warmth of that instant. Some experiences are understood without words. They pause… they linger. They stay with you, echoing long after the moment has passed, leaving you craving just a taste more.

28 January 2026

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