He wasn’t searching for commitment, that chapter of his life had already been written. What drew him forward wasn’t the promise of forever, but the excitement of discovery. He sought chemistry, curiosity, and a woman who shared his desire to explore the connection between two people without expectations or obligation. His ideal playmate was confident, playful, and comfortable in her own skin. She possessed an adventurous spirit, an inquisitive mind, and the confidence to embrace new experiences. She understood that the most unforgettable encounters were built on trust, anticipation, and the willingness to surrender to the moment. To him, intimacy was never something to be rushed. It was an experience to savour. He admired every aspect of a woman, not just her beauty, but her confidence, her laughter, her reactions, and the unique way she expressed herself. He believed that true pleasure came from discovering what awakened her senses, taking the time to appreciate every nuance, and allowing curiosity to guide every shared experience. He was drawn to women who enjoyed playful banter, lingering eye contact, quiet confidence, and the thrill of mutual exploration. Women who saw intimacy not as a destination but as a journey, one where each new discovery deepened the connection and made the next moment even more irresistible. He wasn’t looking to change anyone’s life, nor was he searching for promises of tomorrow. He simply wanted to meet a woman who believed that passion could exist without expectation, that chemistry was worth pursuing for its own sake, and that life’s most memorable moments were often those shared with someone equally curious to explore every sensation, every emotion, and every possibility together. For the right woman, he promised no fairy tale, only honesty, respect, playful temptation, and an unforgettable journey of mutual discovery that would awaken every sense and leave both wondering where curiosity might lead next.

15 July 2026

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If you knew Brisbane in the late 90’s / early 2000’s Chelsea was a haven for the Queer, and LGBT community (still is today). With the sudden shift in wholesome family entertainment sweeping the city all of the sex shops needed a new home away from The Valley. Happily the neighborhood welcomed business owners with arms wide open. I myself worked in the area, and was super comfortable with the vibe that surrounded the streets. With that, this story takes place around 20 years ago. At the time I was a young hard working project manager of a construction company and our office was in the heart of that wonderful neighborhood. Her name was Heidi. There she was waiting for me outside my job. I was more confused than anything because I was leaving early and I believed I didn’t tell anyone. Seeing her was the last thing I wanted. I had plans later that evening, and some errands I had to take care of before going home. She ran up to me and gave me a kiss. I quickly asked her what she was doing here, and with a quick response told me that I mentioned last week that I’d be leaving early today. How to even explain Heidi. She was this beautiful country girl from the Atherton Tablelands. Strawberry blonde at 5 foot 8 inches. Green eyes heightened by coke bottle glasses, long legs that drew up to a large ass. Finally a slim waist that showcased her extremely firm 34c breasts which just defied gravity. Of course she was a country girl who came to the big city seeking that singing career. Her plan, typical to anyone in that career path was to work various retail jobs till she would hit that goal. We met by chance at a pub and hit it off from there. I was almost 10 years her senior, but she didn’t care. We didn’t have much in common, but the sex was always intense. The year we spent together was both liberating and quite exhausting. She was always more outgoing in the bedroom but lord have mercy I tried to keep up. Always asking to be choked, spanked, or tied up. We had a good thing going, but what ruined it was my lack of desire for a long term relationship. She was waiting for me because I have been brushing her off. Trying to make an impression I was always busy with work. I was also dealing with family issues and trying to salvage any shred of a social life with friends. Still there she stood before me. I was at a total loss for words. “Hey, what are you doing here?” I asked in a high pitched awkward sort of way. “I knew you were getting out early today so I hung around hoping to see you. You haven’t returned my voicemails today.” She said in this nervous tone. “I know you are super busy, but I’m here to pick you up. How about we could go back to my place, order a pizza and stay in”. She said as she pushed out her chest and shined with her brightest smile. She was waiting for a specific response, but I was lost between her batting her stunning green eyes, or her white ribbed top. Distraction is a word, this was a shirt so tight everyone couldn’t help but see her outline. She knew I was a breast man, and she was playing me like a fiddle. “I’m so sorry Heidi, I just have so much to do”. Speaking softly with words full of lies, as I continue with a false smile. “I have to take care of a few things here, and then I have to head home and deal with some family stuff”. This wasn’t the answer she was looking for, but she agreed to walk around with me in the neighborhood. I took her for a coffee and she came with me while I conducted some business at the post office. I reminded her I was pressed for time as I started heading towards the train station. She wrapped herself around my arm and we passed by an adult porn shop. She asked if we had time to pop in for a bit, just a little while. I told her I was pressed, but she reminded me of how much I do enjoy our time in adult stores together. Looking back I never did have a partner who enjoyed going up and down the aisles at a Sex Shop like Heidi. She had an eye for detail carefully looking for the most ridiculous DVDs to show me in an attempt to discover my kink. It was as if she actually loved the cheesy toys and the smell of cleaning chemicals. That soft pale skin under those horrific fluorescent lights was quite a sight. Her thrill would be teasing older men with her sexuality. If she knew we’d go shopping she’d wear tight clothing or even remove her bra to highlight her bouncy shape. She grew more confident over time asking men for recommendations of films they enjoy. Often they would shy away, but other times they would hold lengthy conversations. Talk about a kid in the candy store. There were several stores she was comfortable in, but no matter what store she was in she was always intrigued by what was happening in the back of the shops. The roped off area where the booths lie. Where men go in and stay a while. She asked a few times what happened back there. She wasn’t naive about what men do in the shadows, but she wondered if women were allowed to venture. I teased her many times that I’ll take her back to the Gloryhole. I even purchased a DVD for her about that world. I’d always fool around and tell her if she doesn’t hurry up I’ll take her back there. Little did I know that I planted a seed, and with enough time all things grow. Novelty Bookstores, Adult Stores or Sexual Shops all had their own layouts. Most shops had movies and toys up front with booths in the back. There was this one shop in particular that had it on the second floor. Just so happens that was her favorite shop, but she never set foot up there. Sadly that was a few blocks past my train station. The one we passed instead was just a dirty hole where you’d just get your lube, condoms or overpriced movies. I typically didn’t want to be in there longer than I'd like to be, but she didn’t mind it. “Come on, let’s just look for a little fun,” she said. Killing me with her smile. I told her I didn’t have time, so we walked on by. She was at the point where she just wanted to get me to stay or go back with her. When we arrived at my station she made her last offer. She didn’t want me to go home, and she was serious about wanting me to go back with her. I really didn’t have skin in the game, but she made her offer anyway. “Don’t go” she said in her softest voice. She pulled me close to give me a piece of her mind. “Come home with me. Come back with me so I can suck your cock”. She was tugging at my heart or actually my belt buckle as she just kept whispering “I want to suck your cock”. I wanted to give in, but I kept telling her that I had to go. I was saying anything , even promising a weekend together. Trying to sell her on a line that if she can wait a few days and we’d be together. I already was running late, and this very public conversation wasn’t getting any easier. Quite hard if I had to put it into perspective. Heidi’s attitude had a sudden change. “Don’t believe me? Fine, then take me to the back of the sex shop. I told you that I wanna suck your cock, let me suck your cock”, she said in a low but stern tone. Her hand visibly groping my crotch. Her eyes now focused, as if she was looking through me. She wasn’t kidding. The shop on Lake st had the booths on the second floor. It was in viewing distance from the corner I was standing on. Considering I was already late, and growing short on patience I called her bullshit. “If this is what you want, then fine by me”. I grabbed her wrist and started walking towards the shop. It was around 3 in the afternoon on a Tuesday, so the streets weren’t too busy. The shop should be empty, and I just wanted this over. I repeated “you want this, fine. Just do everything I say”. I was giving her every opportunity to get out of this. She nodded in agreement. Her confidence was fading. Maybe because I was holding her wrist too tight, or maybe it was my attitude. Honestly thinking back right now I didn’t give her enough time to change her mind. I know she bit off more than she could chew. Few minutes later we open the door and the first thing you see is the staircase on the left, and the checkout counter is on the right. The only person we see is the middle eastern guy behind the counter reading a newspaper. Still holding her wrist we made a straight line for the stairs. I wasn’t giving her the time. That’s when I found the three men just standing around waiting for something to happen. When I turned to the landing it was two middle eastern men, both in their 40’s talking to each other. One one of the two clearly worked there by what he was wearing. Finally there was an older tall spanish guy in the corner just loitering by the wall of DVD’s that are ***********ions in the booth. The room was lit, mainly being surrounded by windows, and the shades being white. There was no sneaking in and out. It was a small room. Just four buddy booths across the back wall. We stuck out like sore thumbs and with my current mood I didn’t give a fuck who saw us. Heidi on the other hand was definitely nervous. Her hands were sweating, she could still back out, but didn’t say a thing. Booth guy asked me if we needed small bills, but I nodded no. We just walked by him straight to the booths. That's when he barked at me that we couldn’t share. Since I didn’t have any plans to share a space we continued over. Took her to booth number 3, then I pulled out some bills and tore off $20. I put it in her hand and told her to feed the machine. I deliberately held her there and spoke slowly. I asked that she remove her top and bra. I explained loud and clear how this might get messy. I told her to listen out for two knocks on the wall. She seemed confused, so with a laugh I said “that’s the universal sound that a guy’s about to shoot his load” With that I let go of her hand, pushed her in and closed her door. I entered the booth to the right of her. I know I put her on display in that booth. There wasn’t a person in that room who wasn’t looking at her body when we walked in, and they all knew that the booth to her left was open and available. She was scared shitless, but this is what she wanted. I heard the machine take her money, and I also heard someone enter the door on the left of her. I too fed the machine, $20 would be enough for a while. Like a purist I cycle for something to watch while I wait till she’s ready. That's when I heard her voice down below. “What do I do now big boy”. I see her smiling face and hands through the slot about waist high. Just thinking about her face next to all that dried cum just started to get me going. I told her to hang on, that's when I heard another machine being fed. I was now flustered. The show was about to start and I was still wearing my blazer. I undid my pants and let them drop to the floor. I bent down to see if she was ready, and was surprised that she took everything off. The light from her TV screen lit up her translucent body and I told her to get back on over here. Just like that she dropped to her knees and took the position. I pulled out my rock hard cock and stuck it directly into her waiting mouth. Just like that, instant relief. I closed my eyes and just felt wave after wave of pleasure as I felt the warmth of her tongue trying to get under my foreskin. She was hungry, and maybe a little too eager. Without any pace or patience she just started sucking like a hungry animal. My body pressed up against the wall, my hips all out of whack. I was a little too tall for this situation and I was beginning to panic that this wasn't going to work out. Then she stopped. “Hey, there is a guy watching me. He’s trying to grab a feel”. She didn’t sound annoyed, but concerned. I told her to ignore him, “let him watch, just focus on me”. With that she went back to sucking for what seemed like forever, but it was no more than a minute when she stopped again. “He’s trying to talk to me, he wants me to turn around”. She seemed pretty excited, “He said he wants to touch my titties”. I’m standing there with my dick through a slit in the wall. My nervous and suddenly excited girlfriend is naked in the room one over from me. Now this stranger is trying to catch a feel off of her. This was spiraling out of my control. I drop back down and tell her to turn around. “Baby I want to fuck you. Let’s give him something to watch”. Saying that made her eyes grow big. With that I stuck my dick back into the hole, a moment later I just felt my cock get swallowed whole. She must have freshly shaved because her pussy was so wet and smooth that I almost came right there. Here I am filling her in the booth bareback and not even caring. I can feel the vibrations of her ass slapping the paper thin walls. We were matched in rhythm to my slight and awkward thrusts. She no longer has a filter and is moaning as we are just fucking. There is no secret in the room with the noise she is making. This goes on for more than a minute or two, that's when she stops again. I punch the wall as I’m losing my mind with the starting and stopping. She comes back to the slit panicked to tell me he stuck his cock through the wall. “Heidi” I snapped back. “What the fuck did you think was going to happen. I don’t give a fuck what you do. Suck him off, jerk him off or do nothing. I don’t care. Just put that ass back on the wall and fuck me”. She just looked at me with a blank stare. Then her face disappeared. I put my cock back through the opening. What felt like more than a moment passed finally I felt her pushing back onto my cock. Her pussy was soaking wet. We started getting back into rhythm, but this was different. She was more stationary, and less vocal. It was just as if her ass was pressed up against my opening. I could hear her grunting, but it was muffled. That’s when I knew she took his cock in her mouth. She loved oral, and given the opportunity she grabbed it. Just thinking about what she was doing. The warmth of her pussy. The sounds she was making, the sounds the guy two over was making. I swear I was going to explode. Knock knock, but it wasn’t me. She stopped her slight motion and slid off my cock. She was doing what I told her to do. Taking care of business, but graceful she was not. Heidi was making gag reflex choking sounds. She sounded like she took his load like a champ, but I lost my wet pussy. But before I pulled my cock back out she slid it back on. She was fucking me again. With gusto and thrusts. She was still coughing, but she was also talking to the guy. They were laughing and once again she resumed her moans of ecstasy. I heard the door open, but it closed back with a slam. This must be guy number two. Money was being fed back into the machine. My head was already wondering who joined us the first time. Now I am left to wonder what was going to happen here. It didn’t take long before she slowed down her pace to a full stop. Her moans were replaced with the slurping sounds of oral sex. Just hearing her slobber all over that cock I could tell she was in full lust. Just then I felt her pussy swell up and erupt. Heidi was a squirter and you better believe that I received a little backsplash, and that was enough for me to lose it. Knock knock. This time it was me. I don’t know why I thought she was going to have me finish in her mouth but then she started fucking the wall again. Knock Knock. I thought about pulling out but even I got lost in the moment. I placed my hands up against the wall as I shot rope after rope in her pussy. I felt like I dropped five or six streams into her. It just kept going, and she just pressed up her ass against the wall and screamed “FUCK YES”. She was just taking my load, and I wanted to collapse. Just like that it was over. She slipped off my cock and without missing a beat she was servicing the other guy. I was in disbelief. I just came in Heidi for the first time, and it was at a gloryhole. With that I started cleaning myself up so I could get dressed. I could hear the slobbering, and I just had to take a peek of what was going on. I laughed at the thought of her getting messy. What I saw was a woman in a squat position rubbing her pussy with one hand sucking a fucking huge cock. She really was a kid in the candy store. She was so focused she didn’t even notice that I put on my jacket and grabbed my bag. With that I stepped out. The guy with the money belt who worked there was waiting outside my door. Apparently she took care of the other two guys and he was the last who wanted next. So I just stepped aside and let him in. I walked over to the stairs and lit a cigarette and waited for Heidi to finish up. That is when I heard something that surprised me. There was moaning, and grunting still finally she lost it. “Fuck. FUCK. FUCK ME HARDER…. HOLY SHIT” she screamed. The rickety booths started shaking again. She must have not had enough. Her moans turned to screams to muffled sounds of gaging. She was being spit roasted again. She was cursing, moaning and making ungodly sounds. There was no filter, and you could hear crystal clear. I lit another cigarette, I figured this was going to take a while. I shook my head as I figured she mounted the big boy. But these guys didn’t stand a chance, it just took a few minutes. Knock knock. From the left. Knock knock. From the right. I was so surprised that I actually choked on my cigarette. They were both cumming, and the thought of her trapped in the middle made my cock twitch. The sounds of two men groaning started giving me thoughts of a second round. My cock was throbbing in my pants, and given another few minutes I might have been ready to go. Sadly the sudden silence made it clear that the good times were over. A few moments passed. The big cock booth opened first, and I was surprised it was the guy from downstairs. He just walked past me adjusting his pants and without missing a beat yelled something about how smoking was not allowed. Moments later the money belt guy’s door opened up and he walked past me without even looking at me. He just walked back downstairs. I walked over to Heidi’s door and knocked. To my surprise she never even locked her door. I just opened it to find her on her knees. She looked exhausted, but the way the light caught her body she looked beautiful. The way her young body glistened with fluids, the moment captured forever in my mind. Just kneeling there with cum in her hair, across her face and chest. I told her that she should clean up, but she just stared at the floor with a blank face. Finally she looked up at me defeated, or maybe she was tired. None the less I grabbed the roll of paper towels off the wall in the booth and handed it to her. She didn’t say anything, and I didn’t ask. I helped her clean up a bit, and handed her clothes to her that she left folded on the booth chair. Got her dressed and left. In less than 30 minutes she drained 4 guys and possibly took two creampies. She tried to talk to me as we were leaving, but I said it was okay. It was okay. I could tell she was tired. We walked to the street corner and grabbed a cab back to her place. I told her we’ll take a shower and order some food. She seemed to like that idea.

15 July 2026

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On a beautiful balmy day the slightest of breezes caresses my mahogany locks. The ground beneath rumbles through my whole body. I feel every sensation Mother Nature has provided for me. I am wearing my panty vibrator which I move around to catch the rumbles on my clit. My pussy is wet and my nipples extend to stand proud under my thin wet t-shirt. I can feel my orgasm building slowly as I turn my vibrator up. It's such a warm feeling and my pussy is so wet and warm. As I look to the ground the cracks remind me of my open 'gina when I slide my finger down it parting my flaps. My orgasm is building quickly now and the pulsation of my vibrator is savouring. I can hear someone calling I cannot respond, my orgasm intense making me quiver and tremble. It slowly subsides, oh the feeling is so epic I could do this all day. Someone is still calling out. I turn around and it's my boss. Oh no I'm in trouble here. I'm so wet and weak he can well and truly take advantage of me in this state. I call back "yes boss". He calls back "smoko now get off the tractor"

13 July 2026

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A story inspired by the radio. Apologies to anyone who can’t hear the music. Endless gratitude to the highly skilled artists who created the soundtrack of our lives from nothing. In this episode, special thanks to the legendary Suzi Quatro and her voice, together with Mike Chapman, Nicky Chinn as songwriters. *** *** *** *** The night was cool and dark. There were only a few stars in the sky. The moon wouldn’t rise for several hours. The Priestess walked into the forest glade. She kept her gown pulled tight. She was naked under the roughly spun wool and it rubbed coarsely against her skin. Her acolytes marched behind her softly chanting. The Priestess followed the hard earth path. She didn’t need the light of the flaming torches that her acolytes carried. She had walked this path many times in her short life. She was only five when she was sent to live with the Old Priestess. That was at least 12 years ago. The training had been harsh but at least she had regular food. She no longer remembered her original family. The Old Crone who was priestess before her had been a harsh mistress but she did teach her everything she needed to know. The Ancient Lore of the Demon God of the Forest had initially been bashed into her as a small child. Day and night, she had to learn the history of Daytona Divinity and now, after many long years, it was her opportunity to summon her idol. “Feel good, oh feel free” the acolytes chanted, “and I know he always feels like me!” The chanting continued, the words echoed through the forest, rhythmically beating in time with her heart. She stopped at the edge of the clearing. The full moon had just risen and cleared the tops of the surrounding trees. One solid beam of moonlight pierced the night, illuminating the harsh stone altar found in the middle of the clearing. Pale light shone on the altar highlighting the solid, shaft of rock thrusting up from the altar’s centre. Chanting acolytes marched around the altar. “Let your motor make me heaven bound. Hang in, hang on, turn me on.” The Priestess stood motionless before the altar as one of the acolytes removed her gown. Naked under the moonlight, she listened as the chanting grew louder. The primal beat rocked her lithe body. The chill of the night sent shivers across her bare flesh. Goosebumps formed on her skin and her proud nipples stood firm on her pert breasts. An acolyte moved towards her, sweet aromas wafted from the earthenware jug he carried. Silently, he poured fragrant oil over her head, cascading down her body. Firm hands anointed her entire body with oil. Strong arms lifted her and carried her to the altar. A second acolyte poured more oil onto the stone shaft in the centre of the altar. Pools formed on the base of the solid rock. The chanting subtly changed. “Ride me, ride you. We do anything we wanna do. Speed you, speed me, you’re my machine.” Kneeling on top of the altar, the Priestess clutched the rocky shaft before her. She straddled the shaft, her fingers wrapped around it, carefully guiding it as she slowly lowered her body onto rocky protrusion. Her hot and swollen pussy lips stretched as she pushed herself down. With a loud cry, she exclaimed “Feel good, oh feel free. I know he always feels like me.” “He’s my souped up, heavy hung, he-man. He’s my Daytona Demon!” Kneeling on the top of the altar, the stone phallus deep inside her cunt, the Priestess leaned backwards, arching her back and exposing her naked chest to the night sky. “Ride up, ride down, let your motor take me heaven bound.” The Priestess thrust her lithe body up and down on the stone erection. The surrounding acolytes cast aside their cloaks and flaming torches, and started dancing naked around the altar. Moonlight covered the clearing, shining on a multitude of naked, oil covered bodies as the Priestess masturbated on the altar. Suddenly, lightning flashed across the clear sky. Thunder rumbled loudly as finally, with a horrific scream, the Priestess reached climax. Lightning appeared to strike the altar and blinded the surrounding acolytes. Standing on the altar, before the prone body of the Priestess, was a tall naked man. The Priestess opened her eyes, and said softly, “it’s my Demon, my Daytona Demon!” Forked lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the hard chiseled body of the naked Demon. Eons had passed since he had possessed a physical body and he wanted to make use of every bit. The Priestess swooned at the sight of his engorged penis. It was bigger than the rock phallus that she had used to bring herself to the heights of ecstasy. Her body quivered at the thought of him further stretching her raw pussy. She moaned in anticipation. The Demon looked down at her naked body, spreadeagled before him. He licked his lips as he fell onto her. Bodies slick with oil twisted together. She was underneath him and her legs wrapped around his waist. His hot body burned to her touch, it felt like his skin was on fire. His large hands gripped her waist as he positioned himself between her knees. His cock was enormous and it was pushing against her swollen cunt. He thrust his knob into her. She screamed as her body stretched to fit him. It felt like she would be torn in half. The Priestess called on all her supporting gods as he slowly entered her. Her pussy lips were raw and the pain pushed her to the edge of reality. She called on every god and demon as if her very life depended on it. She felt the bones in her spine crack as her body arched. The Demon rolled onto his back, dragging her body with him. She sighed momentarily as the pressure lifted from her. His hands gripped her waist, long talons on his fingers ripping into her flesh as he lifted her up onto his erection. She stretched her back, her firm nipples silhouetted by blue flashes of lightning as she struggled to fit him inside her throbbing cunt. Suddenly, boiling hot demon seed exploded into her. The Priestess screamed as her body climaxed. Ecstasy flooded her mind. Waves of passion rocked her very soul and she momentarily lost all consciousness. Satisfied, the Demon tossed her limp body to one side. She was done but his passion was only beginning to peak. The Demon looked at the coupling acolytes scattered around the stone altar. The sexual tension created by the summoning of the Demon had overwhelmed all the acolytes, who had shed their cloaks as well as their inhibitions, and were now engaged in a wild lusty orgy. The Demon grinned as he watched young bodies connected together in passion. He stepped off the altar and moved to join them. Naked couples writhed on the grass indiscriminately. Moans of passion formed a background noise punctuated by occasional squeals and screams as orgasms echoed across the clearing. The Demon towered over two female acolytes locked in the 69 position. The Demon knelt beside them, taloned fingers running down their naked skin. The Demon’s throbbing cock grew firm as the licking and sucking continued. The Demon carefully peeled them apart. It had been eons since the Demon had a physical body and he was going to maximise every opportunity. The two women fawned at the Demon’s hips. Four soft hands cradled the Demon’s massive balls as the women willingly kissed and fondled him. Their eyes were glazed and out of focus, a result of the cult’s use of hallucinogenic substances in their prayer rituals. They couldn’t clearly see the demonic form before them but their smiles of delight were real. The Demon positioned the first woman on to her hands and knees. “Ride me, ride you. We do anything you want to do,” she managed to chant as the Demon’s taloned hands gripped her hips. She gasped as the hot knob of the Demon’s penis touched her swollen pussy lips. She had never experienced such delight as the knob forced her eager lips to open. Talons dug into her fleshy hips, lifting her body as the shaft entered her. “Speed you, speed me,” she managed to moan, “I’m your machine.” Before she could say anything else, her abandoned friend moved to sit on her face, pushing her dripping wet cunt onto her mouth. The second acolyte giggled as she felt her friend’s tongue on her pussy. She reached forward to wrap her arms around the Demon’s hips and her body rocked back and forth as the Demon pumped his cock into her friend. “Feels good, oh feels free. I know he always feels like me.”she chanted as the Demon’s rough calloused hands enveloped her breasts. The Demon’s body quivered as he climatically came, shooting his evil spunk deep inside the body of the female acolyte, who seemed to be having an epileptic fit as her entire body shook. Unperturbed, the Demon pulled his cock out of her shivering flesh, cum still pumping out and splashing on her bare flesh. The second acolyte eagerly adopted the doggy position and prostrated herself before the insatiable Demon who quickly filled her pussy with his throbbing cock. Just as quickly, she received a load of his hot, burning seed. The Demon moved around the clearing, impregnating male and female acolytes alike as the night wears on. The Priestess stirs as the first light of day interrupts the orgy. Her entire body aches and she has the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Nevertheless, she is devoted to her idol. “My lord,” she calls, “beware of the sun!” “We will serve you again, at the next moon, my Demon, but it is time for you to depart.” The Demon stands fully erect on the stone altar and roars his disapproval at the coming day. A deafening crash of thunder coincides with a blinding blue white flash of lightning, enveloping the altar in searingly hot flames. And the Demon is gone. Daylight finds the clearing filled with comatose naked acolytes as the Priestess struggles to open her eyes. Her body feels broken but she will recover. Her hands run over her bare belly, and she smiles as she feels the first stirring of demonic life…

12 July 2026

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As with every crazy scenario, it was originally floated as a joke. Some playful banter between us, the kind that blurred the line between teasing and truth. Sent into the air with jest, to allow for a smooth retreat if the idea didn’t land. We were lying in bed, locked in our favourite embrace. On the side where cuddling feels best, and at the angle where kissing feels just right. A sleepy safe space. Your head was resting on my chest, your fingers idly tracing along my skin. The conversation drifted the way it often did — flirty, suggestive, touched with innuendo. You were always so complimentary, always so fixated on my cock. Even in banter I could feel your underlying feelings. The way you love to touch it, and admire it. Sometimes worshipping it with your lips and hands. It was so empowering, the way you could never seem to get enough, and to feel like I was never going to stop giving it to you, at every opportunity. I smirked, brushing my fingers over your shoulder as a thought popped into my head. “You love it so much…” I murmured, my head tilting to catch your eye as I delivered the punch line. “Maybe one isn’t enough for you.” It was meant to be lighthearted, but the moment the words left my mouth, I saw something flicker in your expression. Your breath caught for just a second, words rushing to your lips before halting. Your eyes darted just a little before you recovered, chuckled, played along. I could have sworn your cheeks even went the slightest bit red. When your gaze moved thoughtfully to the ceiling, I knew that something was wriggling through your mind, lingering, planting itself deep. I tilted your chin up, catching your gaze. “Would you?” I asked, my voice softer now, more serious, faltering a bit from sudden nerves. I cleared my throat a touch before resuming eye contact and a more confident tone. “Would you like that?” You hesitated, shyly. You knew exactly what I was asking. “I’ve thought about it,” you admitted, and I could feel your legs, one draped over me, twist a little. Telling me that your brain wasn’t the only part of you processing this idea. Under your breath you added “I just… I wouldn’t know where to start.” I let my hand slide down your back, slow and deliberate, fingertips pressing lightly into your hips. “If I organised it,” I said, my lips brushing the shell of your ear, “if you trust me… I could do that for you.” I felt you shiver, your body responding before your mind could catch up. I could hips feel your legs rubbing together anew, your hips gently swaying the way they do when you get aroused, when you get instantly wet. “I’d love to see you with someone you know,” I continued, my voice dropping lower, my hand gripping your hip just a little tighter. “See how much you turn them on. See how much you satisfy them. To watch them discover how good you are.” Your eyes closed, slowly, nudging me forward. “I want to be right there,” I murmured. “I want to watch you slide onto a big, hard cock and see the way it makes you moan.” Your face flushed, heat blooming across your cheeks, down your neck. Your hand, already tangled with mine, grew warmer, fingers tightening just slightly. “Okay,” you said finally, almost too softly to hear. Then, more firmly: “I trust you. Maybe someday.” A beat passed. “You’ll have to set it up so I don’t change my mind.” A challenge. A promise. The ball was in my court. I wasted no time. By the next weekend, everything was in place. I had spent the week dropping hints, little teases woven into our conversations — subtle innuendo, knowing glances, the occasional smirk when you caught me watching you a little too intently. I wanted to stoke your curiosity, let the anticipation build, but I didn’t share details. For all you knew, it would just stay a fantasy forever. I had found the right person. Younger than us, but not by much. Shy, like me, but with a quiet confidence that suggested he was more than capable of unexpected things. Respectful and eager. When you arrived at my place that afternoon, you sensed it immediately. For a moment I worried I had overreached - you changed your mind, you only wanted the idea and the banter. Your grip on my hand tightened slightly, a silent question passing between us. My eyes told you the story, and you chose to dive in, stepping through the doorway. As we stepped through the doorway, you saw him, waiting in the other room. Not a face-to-face meeting, just an awareness. I wanted to give you a moment to warm up, to simmer in the possibility, without being overwhelmed with faces and names and kisses on the cheek. Still, you flashed me an incredulous look. Not mad, not disapproving - sheer amazement, and what I assume was a wave of excitement and nerves, flushing out any doubts you had with a sudden exhilaration that you might be able to live out a fantasy, one you had barely dared to speak into existence. “Come in,” I murmured, leading you further into the room. Having given him instructions on when to act, I took you alone into the living room, and drew you in for a kiss. You exhaled hurriedly and kissed me back, endorphins escalating. We kissed and wrapped each other in our touch and presence, as we so love to do when we see each other. I wanted to get you safe in our own bubble, rising in tandem to this new frontier. I caught your eye, with a questioning glance. Your face flushed, dead-serious with anticipation, you gave me a swift nod. “Come join us”, I called quietly to the next room. He stepped in, shyly at first, but showing his own excitement at this dream scenario he was walking into. I introduced you both, keeping it simple, giving you space to absorb the reality of the moment. Then, I laid out the rules. “He’s going to watch,” I explained, “Until you give the green light.” I let the words settle, giving you time to process. “If you want to stop at any point, we stop. If you change your mind, he’ll leave. No questions, no pressure. You’re in charge.” He put his hands to his chest in a gesture of affirmation. Comforted by the plan, I brought you over to the couch and sat you down, with one of us on either side. Knowing the boundaries made it easier to step into the unknown. I turned to you first, lifting a hand to your face, and drew you in for a soft open-mouthed kiss. A staple of our affection, but with an audience for the very first time. The room was already electric with possibility. But we began slowly. Our hands are on each other, touching and exploring, gently tugging at clothes. He is next to you, pivoted towards you, and from the bulge in his grey soft shorts you can see that he is loving our display and itching for the chance to touch you. Realising he was only allowed to watch for the moment, the room seemed to shrink, as our focus narrowed to each other, but with the audience clearly in mind. My hands slid over your body, unhurried, reacquainting myself with your curves and your skin where it showed. Drawing him a map of my favourite places, soft and warm and plentiful. I slid my fingers under the hem of your top, feeling the warmth of your stomach, sliding around to your back and pulling you closer. Beside you, he watched. I felt your body tense, then relaxed, flushed with excitement. The thrill of being observed adding a new layer to simple acts. Your hands were on me too, hand sliding up the back of my shirt, the other on my thigh and grabbing slightly for comfort. I didn’t rush you. We took our time, letting the moment unfold, letting the reality settle in. And then, as your shirt rode higher, as my lips brushed your neck, you shifted — just slightly — acknowledging him. I kissed your neck deeply and passionately, biting slightly. You let out a small gasp. He was close, pivoted toward you, the fabric of his grey shorts stretched tight over an unmistakable bulge. He wasn’t just watching. He was reacting. And from the way your breath shuddered against my lips, I knew you liked it. Liked being seen, and knowing exactly what kind of effect you were having. With each moment the desire from him radiated stronger. I shift you onto my lap, guiding you to straddle me, your thighs spreading over mine as I pull you against me. Positioned like this, you have the perfect view. He’s still watching, his posture relaxed but his eyes locked on your body. You shift just a little harder against me, rocking yourself into my cock, hard from moment we started but consolidating the escalating arousal into throbs that you could feel pressing into you. We kiss again, our movements taking on an eager rhythm. Hands wander, sliding over our exposed parts. Your hands are on my back and shoulders and mine alternate between your back and your bum, where I slide a hand down your underwear and squeeze firmly. There’s something unique about the restraint we’re holding onto — like two inexperienced teenagers caught in the haze of firsts, desperate yet only creeping over every barrier. We would usually be naked by now, melting into furious pleasure. I grip the hem of your shirt, tugging it up, feeling the way your body tenses just for a moment before you let me strip it away. You are wearing a sheer black bra that barely conceals your unapologetically engorged nipples. My hands slide up to cup your breasts, my thumbs circling over the delicate fabric, teasing, feeling the way your body reacts. You keep moving, rolling your hips over me, each shift pressing me firmer against you, making it nearly unbearable to stay confined in our clothes. I pull away just enough to murmur against your lips, “Stand up for me.” You do, and I make quick work of easing your skirt down your hips, letting it pool at your feet. You stand there for a moment, stripped down to nothing but your underwear, I can see goosebumps on your skin from the sheer exhilaration of being so exposed, so on display, being desired in stereo surround sound. I peel my own shirt off, then push down my shorts, leaving one last layer of fabric between us. You don’t hesitate — you climb back onto my lap, drawn to the feeling of skin against skin, the delicious pressure of my cock pressing up against your centre, only thin layers of fabric keeping us from absolute relief. He is still watching, wide eyed and lustful, with a hand palming the bulge in his shorts. He’s making it very clear just how much he’s enjoying the show. He is grabbing his bulge and the shape the shorts cling to give a hint at what lies beneath. With nothing but a look, you invite him closer. He eyes me for confirmation, and I telepathically urge him to release himself to you. Your fingers nudge over his thigh, tentatively exploring, until they reach the edge of his shorts. You hesitate for only a moment before pressing your palm against him and sliding it up his shorts. Your eyes widen when you encounter fewer obstacles than you imagined. He is not wearing any underwear, and instead of a layer of taught fabric, you nudge against and then wrap your fingers around a radiantly warm, throbbing cock. His skin is hot and smooth and pulsing. He exhales just slightly at your touch, but he remains still, letting you take control. For a second you are overtaken by the sensation of holding him in one hand while feeling me press against you elsewhere. Your brain is stumbling over the maths of two rock hard cocks, both wanting you simultaneously, yearning to touch and be touched by you, to please you. You rise from my lap, guiding me with you, your fingers lacing through mine. I let you lead, let you position me standing in front of you as you take my spot on the couch, and resume your grip on his cock. Your hands move instinctively, pressing your palm against the rigid outline of my cock, feeling the pulse of it, the weight of it in your grasp. With a teasing flick of your fingers, you slip them beneath the waistband of my underwear, dragging them down slowly but firmly. And then — release. My cock springs free, slapping against my stomach, still glistening slightly from where you’d been grinding against me. A slow smile passes your lips, and even he — still watching — lets out the faintest sound of approval. Whether it’s for me or for you, who can tell. You grip me in both hands, alternating slow strokes from the base to the tip, testing my firmness and rigidity. I couldn’t possibly be any harder. After our slow tease your speed takes me by surprise — without a word, you lean in, your breath warm and urgent as your lips part and you take me into your mouth. The sensation is instant and overwhelming. My head falls back, a groan slipping past my lips as your tongue swirls, your mouth enveloping me with slow, deliberate pressure. My hand placed gently on your head, I give your hair the gentlest of squeezes. You are so, so good at this. And you definitely know it. As you continue to move your mouth back and forth, he mirrors your movement, his hand finally breaching contact with you, pressing against the small of your back. Just a light touch — tentative, exploratory at first, and when you moan with pleasure he takes the cue to elaborate further with his touch. His hands explore you hungrily — gliding over your breasts, brushing your nipples through the sheer fabric of your bra, tracing the curves of your body and feeling your goosebumps rise. He moves lower, fingertips trailing down your thighs, feeling the heat radiating from between them. And then, finally, he nudges against your underwear, pressing against the undeniable wetness there, the beacon of pleasure pulsing a silent siren of lust - ready to begin. Your hand is still wrapped around him, stroking steadily, and he again mirrors your movements, shifting closer. But before you let things escalate, there’s something you want first. You pull your hand away and prompt him to stand. Without hesitation, you strip him of his shorts, his penis comically bursting forth, a view that matches the touch you were enjoying. You have unveiled him fully. And for a fleeting moment, there’s something almost amusing about the sight — two naked men before you, side by side, both hard and waiting, cocks standing at attention in your direction. You could ask us to do literally anything, we would obey. It’s your first time seeing his penis, and you take it in — the striking similarities, the familiar yet thrilling newness. There’s no need to compare, no need to choose. They are both yours tonight. With a firm grip, you take us both in hand, stroking in tandem, feeling the power of two men at your disposal. For a second, you toy with the idea of dropping to your knees, taking us both into your mouth, but that is not how you want to start. You rise to stand between us, pressing your body between ours, and the feeling is overwhelming — warm, solid, electric. I kiss you deeply, my hands roaming over your back and down to your ass, visiting my happy place. At the same time, his hands move to your chest, cupping your breasts, fingertips grazing your nipples, already stiff with anticipation. Emboldened, his fingers find the clasp of your bra and undo it effortlessly. The fabric falls away, and with barely a pause, we hypnotically lower our mouths to your breasts, and you shudder at the feeling of a soft, delicate mouth planted on each nipple, worshipping your body. You cradle the back of his head, pressing him closer. I drop lower, kissing down your stomach, hands guiding your hips as I kneel before you. I hook my fingers into your underwear and begin sliding them down, revealing you inch by inch. The moment you are bare, my hands return to your body — fingers caress the roundness of your ass in a worshipping touch. I press my palm against your pussy and feel its urgency and insatiable wetness, and your knees weaken for just a moment. As I am enjoying the spectacle of your perfect, majestic pussy. I can’t fight the urge any longer, to taste you. Planting a series of kisses on your thighs, I reach your vulva in only two or three steps, and plant my mouth and tongue firmly against you, shiny and wet and quivering at the touch. You’re entirely exposed, and the feeling of us pressed against you — his lips teasing your breasts, my breath hot against your vulva — is overwhelming in the best possible way. You are hot and wet, slippery in an otherworldly way, and you let out a loud moan. He has lifted to kiss your neck and cup your breasts in his hands, and you are relishing the multiple sensations. I plunge my tongue deep and your taste is intoxicating, I am licking and nudging your clit, and where my hands are still on your bum I can feel you tensing and pushing into me. You let out a deep, shuddering moan, your body arching instinctively, caught between the two of us, every nerve alight with pleasure. He continues his devotion to your breasts, alternating firm hands and teasing lips, while my hands tighten around your hips, anchoring you as I lose myself in you. You’re trembling, overwhelmed, lost in the sheer ecstasy of being touched, kissed, worshipped from every angle. We are lost in the rhythm of each other, bodies entwined. He moves behind you, pressing firm against your back, his cock nestled between the curves of your ass. His kisses your neck and his hands are gliding over your body — relishing the freedom to explore. I am still knelt before you, my mouth devoted to your pleasure, tongue moving in deep, deliberate strokes, pressing and circling your clit, drinking in the sounds you make. Sensing your need for more, I rise and take your hand, leading you to the bedroom, him trailing close behind, his cock swaying a rigid arc with every eager step. I settle onto the bed, my back against the sheets, cock rigid and waiting. You climb onto me, straddling my hips, your warmth pressing down against me, teasing as you slide yourself along the head of my cock. The sensation is exquisite — the slickness of you against me, the pressure building as you rock your hips, prolonging the moment, drawing it out until we’re both aching for more. He perches beside us, close enough to touch, watching as you move. You reach for him without hesitation, wrapping your fingers around his cock, stroking him as you continue your slow, torturous teasing against me. And then, finally, you let your weight sink down, the head of my cock pressing insistently at your entrance. The tension is breathtaking, your body stretching to take me, the exquisite friction igniting every nerve in both of us. A gasp escapes your lips as I slide deeper, stretching, filling you, completely. A moment of stillness — just the pulse of our bodies locked together — before you begin to move. You rise and fall, sliding and grinding, taking me deeper with every motion. Your pleasure is written across your face, your body responding instinctively, each thrust sending waves of heat through you. Even as you move, your hand remains on him, gripping him tighter with every jolt of pleasure that courses through you. He groans at your touch. As you and I continue to move together, our bodies locked in that perfect rhythm, he shifts behind you, sliding into the space between our tangled legs. At first, I think he just wants a closer view, but then I feel it — his hands tracing the curve of your ass, his cock nuzzling against you, brushing teasingly as you rock back. The sensation makes you pause, your movements slowing, growing more deliberate. You lean forward, pressing your chest to mine, lips finding mine in a heated kiss as you continue to ride me, your body now perfectly open to him. He takes the invitation without a word, pressing the tip of his cock against you, gliding it through the wetness, teasing the space where you and I are still connected. I feel it too — the undeniable presence of another cock sliding against mine, and you are struck by the impossible thought of what it might feel like if he pushed deeper. The idea electrifies you. You moan into my mouth, your breath shuddering with the sheer intensity of it. The thought alone sends waves of heat through you, tightening your grip around me. It seems unfathomable, two of us inside you at once, but the thrill of it is undeniable. He continues to tease, pressing, gliding, hinting at something that would stretch the limits of pleasure. But we have something else in mind. I let myself slide free of you, feeling the rush of cool air where our bodies had been joined. And the moment I withdraw, he takes my place, pressing into you in one smooth motion. You feel release as he unleashes his desire and takes you. A gasp catches in your throat as the new angle, the new sensation, sends a fresh wave of intensity crashing over you. You barely have time to process it before I shift positions, sliding up the bed, positioning myself in front of you as you prop yourself up on all fours. He grips your hips, holding you steady as he begins to move, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through you. I watch the way you take him, the way your body welcomes him, the way he fills you completely. And as your mouth parts with breathless moans, I slide my cock past your lips, letting you taste me between gasps, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being consumed in every way at once. Our bodies move in sync, a final rhythm of pleasure and urgency, the room filled with the raw sounds of our shared ecstasy. He grips your hips, his pace increasing, and I sense an impending release. The sight of you like this — taken, worshipped, utterly lost in pleasure — has been intoxicating. But now, a small possessive need rises within me. I’ve loved sharing you, but I want to be the one to claim this moment. I give him a nod — a silent request to switch. He hesitates only for a moment before relinquishing his place, his cock slick and dripping from your wetness as he pulls away. As you take him into your mouth, he exhales sharply, his body tensing at the new sensation. The mix of his heat, the newness, and the familiar taste of your own brand, imprinted on his skin sends another rush through you. This is yet another first — one that will linger in your memory long after we are finished. I waste no time. Stepping in behind you, I push into you once more. Somehow, as wet as you are, there is still resistance, still a moment where we both pause, savouring the stretch and the fullness of the new rhythm. I press deeper, leaning over you, my chest against your back, my hand snaking around to touch your pussy. My fingers tease and circle as I thrust, determined to take you over the edge. Your moans are muffled by his cock, your breath coming in desperate gasps between each stroke. Your body is begging for more, your voice breaking into broken, pleading moans of “yes, yes, oh my god — “ And then, it happens. Your whole body tenses, trembling with an unstoppable wave of pleasure. Your limbs tighten, muscles locking as your orgasm rips through you, powerful and all-consuming. I hold still for a moment, feeling the way you pulse around me, and then your body gives me no choice — I let go. Pleasure crashes over me in a sudden, overwhelming wave, and I bury myself as deep as I can go, spilling into you as I groan, utterances and sounds I can barely recognise, muffled by my mouth pressing against your skin, slick with the perspiration of pleasure. Following our cue, he has taken himself in hand, stroking with quick, desperate motions, lost in the sight of you writhing beneath me. He doesn’t have to work for it — he’s been on the edge for a while, and you know exactly how to tip him over. A strangled sound escapes him as he comes, his release spilling across his chest, his eyes locked onto you the entire time. The air is thick with heat and exhaustion, our bodies spent, the last tremors of pleasure still echoing through us. He is the first to move, sliding off the bed and heading for the shower. He trails his hand over yours as he exits, and you squeeze hands in a gesture of united gratitude. After a moment, we follow, standing beneath the hot spray, the steam wrapping around us like a cocoon. There is no urgency now, only warmth, only the afterglow. He turns to you, and you give him a small, lingering kiss — a quiet thank you for the pleasure and indulgence. He nods, stepping out, leaving just us. I pull you back into me, wrapping my arms around you from behind, cradling you in the heat of the water. Your body melts into mine, your hands resting over mine, your breathing slow and content. And for now, we stay like this — embracing, warm, and completely satisfied.

12 July 2026

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The diner was a regular handout for hipsters and bikers. It was cheap and dirty, located on a back road, not far from the main highway. The car park was full of motorcycles and big rig trucks. The leader of the bikers was Sandy. Barely five foot tall, she ruled the diner with an iron fist, covered in a soft black leather glove. Her leather jacket was legendary amongst the bikers and everyone wanted a ride with Sandy. “I love the feeling of hot metal between my thighs,” she said, “second only to the feeling of hot flesh inside my thighs!” She laughed loudly at her own joke. The novice biker shivered at these words as he heard Sandy walk into the back room of the diner. He was a virgin biker. Never been on anything bigger than a tricycle! How could he cope with Big Sandy? She laughed softly and the sound reassured him. He relaxed as much as he could. He had submitted to the novice initiation without realising what he would have to go through. He was tied to a big double bed, spread-eagled on his back and as nude as the day he had been born. Sandy sauntered over and stood, smiling at the foot of the bed, wearing only her trademark leather jacket and the smallest red knickers. “Can you handle these curves?” She asked, slowly unzipping her jacket. He expected to see a matching red lace bra, underneath the leather but instead Sandy slowly revealed her bare breasts. Unconsciously he felt a stirring in his groin. His nudity had rendered him limp, but the slow exposure of Sandy’s magnificent tits has started the blood to pump up his cock. “Ooh,” said Sandy, “that looks promising. I hope you know how to make that hot rod move.” He tried to talk, but words failed him, as Sandy completely opened her jacket and threw it away. Her unrestrained tits bounced with glee and he could see that her nipples were rock hard. The sight of her fantastic body overwhelmed him. His cock, with a mind of its own, stood up proudly. Sandy smiled as she teasingly removed her red lace underwear. The sight of him nude before her as he was powerless on the bed, excited her. She had almost everything she wanted. She had a well endowed man powerless before her. She had complete control. There was only one more thing she needed. “I want to feel you deep inside me,” she said. “I want to fuck you until you come!” Slowly Sandy straddled his hips, her naked cunt wet and gleaming, just inches above his swaying cock. She knew she was ready. She could feel her juices as they oozed from her aroused lips and started to run like tears down her thighs. She took his cock in one hand, holding it steady as she began to lower herself down onto his knob. “Oooh” she squealed. She stopped when his shaft was half inside her and she deliberately wiggled around to enjoy the feeling of his flesh against hers. She leaned back, her thigh muscles holding him tight, and carefully sank down on him until his entire shaft was hidden inside her. She sat on him, motionless for a minute, savouring the tightness as his cock stretched her cunt. Leaning forward, her breasts dangling like ripe fruit before his slobbering mouth, she arched her hips and slowly began to grind her hips into him. He managed to catch one proud nipple with his mouth and began to suck loudly. Sandy was lost in passion. She had everything she wanted. His cock filled every inch of her cunt, and her complete control of him made her dizzy with desire. She manoeuvred around him. He was strapped to the bed and powerless to resist anything she did. She kept his cock captured in her cunt, as she moved to face away from him. She leant down between his legs and stuck her arse up into the air. She felt his erection sticking into her at a new and exciting angle. The sight of her bare back titillated him and he tried to pump his cock into her, thrusting his hips as his arms and legs remained bound. “Steady baby,” Sandy cooed, “we have all night.” But her reassurance was too late. His body couldn’t take any more of her arousal and with a groan and a shudder he shot his load of hot cum deep inside Sandy’s wet cunt. She squeezed her thighs together to capture every drop, before she carefully climbed off his body. His limp cock, deflated and powerless, slipped out of her cunt and Sandy could feel his cum running down her thighs. “Looks like I need to clean you up a bit,” she laughed as she started to lick at his wet, flaccid cock. Her hot breath and experienced tongue covered every inch of his now small cock. She loved the salty taste of his cum mixed with her own musky juices. Her enthusiasm soon restored his pride and she smiled as she felt his cock beginning to stiffen inside her mouth. She smiled as she reached over and quietly undid the bonds that held him captive. He was exhausted from his struggling. Sandy kissed him on the mouth and he tasted his own cum on her lips. “I’ve ridden you,” she said with a grin, “now I want you to ride me!” He needed no extra encouragement. Sandy lay on her stomach, as he positioned himself between her knees. Carefully he lifted up her arse until her knees were on the bed and her sweet cunt was proudly on display before him. He gave her juicy lips a quick kiss, snaking his tongue up and down the length of her cunt, and circling her aroused clit. He moaned softy at the taste of her body. It was a fantastic turn on for him. His cock had quickly recovered and needed no encouragement to fuck her. He pulled Sandy’s arse towards him as he knelt adoringly before her cunt. Carefully he pressed his knob against her cunt lips and got it coated in her juices. He easily slid it into her, his shaft disappearing into her wet cunt. He grabbed her hips as he reached maximum depth and started to grind his body into hers. Sandy squeaked as his balls slapped against her cunt. He pulled her up against his chest, arms reaching around to massage Sandy’s magnificent tits. He couldn’t see them but he could easily tweak her aroused nipples. His movement was rhythmic and her body rocked forward with every forward thrust. They were bound together and waves of passion began to rise. Sandy could feel the blissful tingling in the cunt as it started to spread. He could feel the build up of desire as it made his knees buckle and go weak. “I’m close,” he grunted. “Don’t stop,” Sandy commanded, “I’m coming too!” Together they climaxed! He collapsed in Sandy’s arms and they blissfully slept.

11 July 2026

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The room glowed with amber light, a soft hush settling over the space as a couple and a guest from next door deepen a rhythm built on clear consent, honest breath, and patient attention. Hands meet with warmth and care, fingers tracing familiar lines and discovering new ones, while a quiet agreement threads through every touch. Boundaries are revisited not as limits but as signposts that guide trust, a whispered check-in here, a nod there, ensuring everyone remains present and chosen. The atmosphere thickens with anticipation, not urgency, as subtle restraint hints at structure while final assurances return to the safety of mutual care. Each moment unfolds like a slow conversation between bodies, listening for rhythm, feeling for consent, and responding with tenderness that honors boundaries. Soft commands are tempered by reassurance, a balance of guidance and freedom that keeps the connection intimate and respectful. Aftercare arrives with the same quiet mindfulness that opened the night: water, gentle words, a circle of appreciation. The air thick with gratitude for the trust shared and the care given. The night closes in a warm, calm hush, the memory lingering as a promise to return with the same respect, curiosity, and honesty that defined the moment. The space holds the glow of connection, of hearts aligned and hands intertwined.

11 July 2026

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The night was dark and so was the small room. The only light came from the old computer screen, as it glowed and hummed on the small desk. He was sitting in a specially large comfortable chair, concentrating on the screen with the keyboard resting on his lap. An open bottle of white wine rested on the desktop. A half full glass in his hand. Images, text, flashed across the screen. Casually, he started typing. "What are you wearing?" He sipped wine while waiting for a response. "Nothing but a happy expression!" The reply flashed up on his computer screen. He grinned to himself as he knew this wasn't true. Ping! went the computer. Leaning forward he clicked on the new message. No message this time. Instead a photo popped open on the screen. A fantastically proportioned female body appeared. Discreetly, the head had been cropped from the image. The torso was covered in a black lace bodysuit, tightly covering each curve, highlighting the exquisite features while hiding the more explicit details. He grinned. His eyes took in every inch, every curve, lingering on the cup of each breast. Was that a pink hint of nipple, hiding under the lace? There was a stirring in his jeans. "I've got a happy expression," he typed "but you seem to be wearing more." He refilled his glass as he waited for a response. It was only a few minutes before the computer went "ping" again. "I don't want to catch a chill." "I can suggest something to warm you up" he replied. "Mmm, tell me more." "If you remove the lace, your warm hands could keep the chill away." Minutes passed. Had he gone too far? He drank another glass of wine. Anticipation grew as did the bulge in his jeans. Finally, a response. No words, but a file was attached. Fumbling over the mouse, he clicked on the file. A more intimate photo this time. The lace was gone. Delicate hands protected the modesty of each breast. One tiny nipple peeked out between the fingers of one hand, just enough to cause him to feel a tingle in his pants as his erection grew. Ping went the computer. "Is this more to your liking?" "Mmm" was all he could manage. "Do you know what I'm doing?" Prompted the computer. Before he could reply, the computer Pinged again. "My nipples are firm and I'm stroking, wet and swollen." On reading this, he unbuckled and slipped off his jeans. His erection pushed against his underpants, released from the prison of his jeans, it seemed to grow even harder. "My juices are flowing. Muscles tingling. Waves cascading," came the next unsolicited message. Unconsciously one handed slipped down to his pants, while he gulped more wine. His fingers encountered damp fabric. His pre cum had flooded his underwear. The ping from the computer caught him by surprise. He was deep in his own fantasy. The photo that opened on his screen was almost too much. Everything was visible. Soft milky white skin covered firm round breasts. Cherry pink areola surrounded a proud firm nipple. His hand grasped his solid shaft as he realised the this nipple was aroused by the thought of him. His jeans and underwear were on the floor and his ankle was propped up on the desk when the next photo pinged. No breasts were visible this time. The photo showed a small hand between the firm female thighs. The thumb was lurking in the pubic hair. At least one finger had disappeared into the pink folds of her womanhood. This image pushed him over the edge. His hand, rubbing his shaft, spreading his pre cum all over his tip got faster and it was all he could do to grab some tissues before he climaxed! The last ping from the computer said, "I'm blissed" He couldn't reply. *** *** Epilogue Wearing only his T-shirt, his jeans and underwear abandoned on the floor, he got out of his chair and walked out of the room. Walking down the hallway, his penis swinging with each step, his erection began to grow again. He opened the first door on the left without knocking. The room was furnished identically to his. A black lace bodysuit lay on the floor. The computer screen cast a warm glow on the naked woman sitting at the desk. A bottle of lube was open on the desk. Turning to him she said "that was fun. Next time, I want to pretend to be the doctor and I can give you a full body physical exam." Still sitting in the chair, she reached over to grab his cock. Holding his erection with one hand she gave it a quick kiss on the tip as she stood up. Shuffling around, still holding his cock, she sat him down on the computer chair. Her body was damp from her own activities but she ached for more. She faced the computer, placed both hands on the edge of the desk, and reversed onto him. She wiggled slightly as he guided his penis into her. Gently, slowly she sat back on his lap, feeling his shaft sink deeper and deeper into her cunt. His hands reached around her, grasping both breasts, his head on her shoulder. Carefully she moved one of his hands, placing it on the keyboard next to hers. She bobbed up and down on his shaft. She was comfortably blissed by the feelings that emanating from her cunt. Relaxing back into his chest with his cock firmly inside her, she said "this is how we write the next chapter." *** *** The next chapter She bounced on his lap, his cock stiff inside her. She could feel his pressure building and it made her own excitement escalate. She couldn't control herself anymore. With a little squeal she came and she felt his final thrust as he came too. He was firmly gripping her breasts as he thrust into her. Her thighs held his penis in a vice like grip. As her excitement rose, he quickened his movements until together they came! She squealed. He moaned. As they relaxed in their bliss, their combined juices soaked the chair.

10 July 2026

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Princess Sandy, had survived the epic space battles around the Death Star, only to be captured on the way home by the evil Darth Impaler. She was his prisoner aboard his phallic shaped rocket, the “Vag Destroyer”. Princess Sandy has been relaxing in her herbal bath at the time of capture and all her clothes had been lost! “I am no monster,” huffed Darth Impaler, as Princess Sandy clung to the small white towel that left most of her treasures on display. “I have left suitable clothing for you. Make yourself presentable and report to my personal chamber,” he wheezed as he left her alone in her cell. Princess Sandy watched as he walked down the corridor. He was exceptionally tall, but what was hidden under his enormous black cloak? Was his face really deformed as the rebels said and that is why his entire head was covered by the black metal helmet? Princess Sandy was not impressed by the ‘clothes’ that she found. A very small gold metal bikini was not appropriate! She dressed slowly.  The metal against her skin was cold and her gorgeous breasts struggled to be restrained. Her nipples reacted to being pushed hard against the metal by growing firm and alert. Her juicy arse was draped in red silk. Her enjoyed the soft luxury of the cloth. It was a flimsy design. Princess Sandy wondered how long it could stay on her hips. A robot guard took her to Darth Impaler’s personal quarters, opening the door and pushing her inside. She stumbled and fell face first onto a soft white skin rug.  Stunned, she lay there, waiting. What horror’s would she have to endure? “Sweet Princess, I can feel her heartbeat through the force, you have no need to panic,” the raspy voice of Darth Impaler echoed in her head. “Do your worst, you monster,” the Princess spat. “I’ll never submit to you.” “You will submit, you will willingly give me everything. I have ways of persuading you.” She saw him as he walked towards her. Tall and dark, first the black cloak dropped away, revealing his nude body underneath. High tech implants augmented some areas, especially his chest, hampering his breathing. But it was the area of his groin that caused her eyes to stick out. “Oh my,” she mumbled, “that’s huge!” The sight of his erect cock brought tears to her eyes. Never would that monster fit inside her! All thoughts of the rebellion fled from her mind. There was only one thing she wanted and it was pulsating inches from her face. Princess Sandy pulled herself up from the rug and knelt before him, her metal bikini top falling off as her breasts willing escaped from their gold prison. She sighed deeply as her nipples briefly grazed his hot flesh.  She ached to touch him and her silk covered cunt ached for him to pound her. She licked her lips and gently took his shaft in her hands. Both hands were barely enough to long it, the length amazed her. Princess Sandy could feel her cunt tingle. It was moist and she longed for his lips to lick hers, so she easily slipped out of the silk and reclined on her back.  She kissed and licked his erection, rejoicing in the taste of his precum. His hot breath was panting at her cunt. Her pubs tickled as phantom fingers teased her. She gasped is surprise as his tongue touched her tender clit. It was aflame with desire. Her juices dribbled from her cunt lips. She was moist and ready. “Fuck me,” she whispered, “please.” He positioned himself between her thighs. His fingers continued to massage her sopping wet cunt as he slowly moved his cock, gently rubbing his knob against her lips. Princess Sandy arched her back. She wanted him and she wanted him now! She pushed herself against him and was rewarded with the feeling of his knob and shaft sinking into her squirming body. “More,” she mumbled, “give it to me!” He trust fully into her and her head exploded!  “My god,” she screamed “I’m seeing stars,” as her body dissolved into a series of mind blowing orgasms. *** She woke with a start. Where was she? Princess Sandy was laying in a soft bed. Her nude body was warm and covered by a cosy white blanket. Slowly the memory of last night filtered into her groggy brain. There was a warm tingling sensation deep in her thighs and a smile crossed her face as she remembered the heights of ecstasy that she had enjoyed. Clutching her blanket to her chin, Princess Sandy began to take in her surroundings. The lights were dim and artificial. The air has a slight metallic taste. It was machine produced. There was a slight buzzing noise in the background. Nothing too loud but it was obvious to Princess Sandy that she was in deep space.  She rolled over slowly. Gravity was definitely artificial. “Hello” she tentatively said. “Hello” he replied from the corner of the room.  “I’ve been waiting for you to come around.” He gestured towards a computerised door near the bed. “There’s a bathroom through there.” He was standing not far away, wearing nothing more than a small towel around his waist. His chiselled chest was wet and dripping. His dark hair was damp and unruly. “When you are ready, you can refresh yourself and we can continue your interrogation.” He smiled as he spoke. His blue eyes sparkled with confidence. “I will never tell you anything,” Princess Sandy was defiant.  “Relax, I was joking. I am the one who has totally surrendered to you.” Comforted, Princess Sandy began to get up. Her legs were like jelly and her inner thighs ached. She stumbled and nearly fell. The blanket that protected her modesty slipped and one of her breasts was exposed. He moved quickly and silently to grab the blanket and wrap it around her. “Thank you,” she said. She smiled as she noticed that his towel had been forgotten in his rush to cover her nakedness. It was on the ground and he stood nude beside her. “I’m not used to your ship’s gravity. Do you have something that I can hold for support?” “Never mind,” she laughed, “I’ve found something,” as her tiny hand closed around his growing member. Princess Sandy could see him growing hard between her fingers, his shaft hot and firm.  She turned towards the bathroom and lead him by the erect cock into the shower area. As the warm shower water cascaded down onto her delicate skin, she turned To pull him close. She clasped her hands behind his neck, drawing his head down to hers. Their lips touched as she made a small jump into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his strong waist and his hands held her peachy arse cheeks. He carefully lowered her gaping cunt onto his knob, pushing her back against the wall. Steam filled the room as moans of passion grew louder. *** *** Princess Sandy woke, back in the large comfortable bed. The fog of dreams filled her head. The room lights were low and the air was hot and humid. Steam billowed from the bathroom. Princess Sandy was sweating. Beads a perspiration gathered on her forehead. Laying on her back, she kicked off the blanket. She was alone. Her left hand rested on her milky breast, her fingers toying with her nipple. She traced circles around her areola, tickling her delicate skin until her nipple was full aroused and erect. Sweat dripped between her breasts as she played. She kissed the fingers of her right hand. Her long red fingernails excited her lips. Gently she sucked her fingers. Her tongue covered them with her hot saliva. She moved her wet fingers from her mouth to her pussy. Her long legs opened at her touch and her wet fingers met the moisture of her hungry cunt. She was alone, but in her mind she was with him.  Her fingers found her engorged clit. She arched her back as she teased herself. In her mind he was the one touching her. His fingers on her tits. His mouth and tongue on her clit. In her dreams she imagined him being with her. She sensed him standing at the foot of the bed.  Instinctively, she rolled onto her stomach. Drawing her hips up, she lifted her arse and pointed towards him. She buried her face into the pillows. One hand gripped her breast and tweaked her nipple hard. Her other hand, wet and slick, opened her cunt lips waiting for his cock. Her body rocked back and forth as her fingers worked herself to orgasm. Suddenly, she realised that she was not alone. Her body still reeling from her climax, stiffened. She felt hands on her hips and hot breath on her tender cunt. A mouth closed on her lips. It was a small mouth, with soft delicate lips.  Princess Sandy turned her head from the pillow to see a young naked female kneeling between her knees. Princess Sandy wanted to cry out, to complain, but the young woman was not to be put off. Her tongue licked Sandy’s cunt, sucking her hard clit. Her kisses were hot and her mouth nipped at her pussy lips.  Princess Sandy couldn’t stop the growing tingle in her cunt. She screamed with joy as the woman brought her to another shattering orgasm. Willingly Princess Sandy rolled over and kissed the woman passionately. Sandy’s hands reached out to her tits. They were smaller that Sandy’s with petite nipples. Her areolas were big and pale pink. Princess Sandy kissed them eagerly. They both laughed as they moved into a 69 position. Princess Sandy had never been alone with another woman but her body ached for the touch. Sandy kissed the woman’s fingers. She could taste her own pussy juices on them and it intrigued her. Princess Sandy used her fingers to tease and tickle the woman’s pubic hair. She buried her nose in it and marvelled at the way her pussy opened. Eagerly Princess Sandy kissed the pussy before her. At the same time, she squirmed as her own cunt was kissed and teased. No man had aroused her like this! A cock stretches and forces it’s way into her cunt, bringing a cum filled climax but the woman between Sandy’s knees was bringing a completely different delight. Sandy tried her best, but she was overwhelmed by a multiple orgasm that obliterated her, time and time again. Princess Sandy willingly surrendered herself. *** *** He watched as the two women rolled around together, locked in passion. He was standing in the shadows at the back of the room. He had walked in unnoticed. He was completely nude and watching the two women excited him.  Princess Sandy was on her back and had her eyes closed. The other woman had a large dildo and was teasing Sandy’s cunt with it. He smiled. The big black dildo was modelled after himself, even down to the throbbing veins in the long shaft. He moved slightly to watch as the woman rubbed the artificial knob on Sandy’s clit. Slowly, inch by inch, she eased it into Princess Sandy. “Oooh,” moaned Princess Sandy as her cunt was stretched. His cock started growing as he watched. His hands teased some precum from his knob and he imagined sliding into her.  Stepping out from the shadows, his hands pumping in time to the thrusts of the dildo, he tapped the woman on the shoulder. Without missing a beat, she moved to one side and he took control of the dildo. He held the dildo like a novice orchestral conductor, tapping nervously. Princess Sandy’s lips were red and very wet. His lips were parched, his throat was dry and his tongue longed to kiss her pussy. He pushed the dildo into her cunt, sinking all seven inches into her. His knuckles brushed up against her lips, her pubic hair tickling his hand.  “Oh, girl,” Princess Sandy moaned.  “Yes, my princess, call me Linda,” the girl whispered in her ear. “Linda, you complete me. I want to please you,” Princess Sandy managed to mumble as waves of delight washed over her body. Silently he handed back the dildo to Linda as he disappeared into the shadows. Princess Sandy sat up. She kissed Linda and smiled. Sandy took Linda by the shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. Sandy climbed on top of Linda and kissed her again. She kissed her mouth and lips, moving down to her throat and neck. Her skin was warm and salty. As she kissed her way down Linda’s chest, Princess Sandy hunched her knees, causing her round arse to lift into the air. Sandy’s hands embraced Linda’s pert breasts, her mouth smothering on her deliciously erect nipples. Princess Sandy’s tongue trailed saliva as she kissed Linda’s belly button before making the short journey to her dark tangled pubic area. “Mmm,” murmured Princess Sandy as her nose nuzzled Linda’s pubes. Back in the shadows, standing directly behind Princess Sandy, he had the perfect view of Sandy’s arse as it bounced up and down. Her red cunt was open and dripping her juices down her thigh. Over Sandy’s shoulder he could see Linda spread eagle on the bed, her breasts at the mercy of Sandy’s hands while Sandy’s mouth tasted Linda’s cunt. He cock was hard. He ached to take two steps out of the dark and to pull her hips back onto his raging erection. But he also wanted to drill his cum across Linda’s face! He patiently waited, slowly rubbing his cock. Princess Sandy was enjoying the taste of Linda’s cunt. Her pussy juices covered Sandy’s face as her tongue lapped at her bright red lips. Sandy delighted in sucking at Linda’s clit. The way Linda’s body squirmed, pushing herself against Princess Sandy’s face made Sandy smile. “There is only one thing missing,” thought Princess Sandy. She wriggled her arse as she imagined a solid cock. He stepped forward, and without a pause, grabbed Princess Sandy’s hips, holding them still as he pushed his erect cock into her wet cunt. This was pure bliss for Princess Sandy! Excited she redoubled her efforts, kissing and sucking Linda’s cunt. Sandy was rewarded by Linda’s climax. Linda’s body shivered as the passion overwhelmed her. The extra taste of Linda’s orgasmic juices covered Princess Sandy’s face. Her body was rocked from end to end as he continued to thrust deeply into her. Princess Sandy barely had time to gasp as her own orgasm hit her. At that moment, sensing the emotional turmoil before him, he lost all control. One final thrust into Princess Sandy’s cunt and he exploded. He shot several loads of cum into her. He pulled out just as his last load launched from his hot cock and splashed across Sandy’s bare arse, onto the small of her back. “My god,” she screamed “I’m seeing stars, again and again.” as her body dissolved into a series of mind blowing orgasms.

9 July 2026

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We held an outdoor 9 person orgy, 5 men and 4 women with 2 more couples watching. The evening first started with a meet and greet, spent time socialising, it was to the gentlemen to ask a lady to play first. There was mattresses surrounded by fairy light for when it got dark. We had an outdoor lounge room set up for viewing. The orgy lasted for 4 hours, there was straight sex, lesbian sex, 3 men with 1 woman, 2 men with 1 woman, oral sex galore including anal sex, there was a competition to see who could have the most cocks in their mouth the winner was 2. Being watched while being eaten was an empowering feeling,, to grab his head and really grind my clit against his mouth as I cum over and again, I wouldn't let him come up for air. Being eaten with 3 fingers in my pussy felt incredible, I was brought to squirt for the first time ever. The feeling took over my entire body. I quivered and shook as I moaned loudly. I let everyone there know I was cumming and cumming super hard. It took time for me to recover before I could walk again... there's plenty more to what happened in the evening...

7 July 2026

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When I wasn’t long in the scene, I met a lovely woman 10 years older than me and we hit it off straight away over text, and after a week or so of texts and teasing we finally met up, it was both our first play meet so we went for a drive as if it was a date, eventually the tension got too much and we found ourselves a quiet place and jumped in the back, it was an amazing time for both so much so we never noticed the police pull up, so once we covered ourselves up we rolled down the steamy window only to find her cousin (policeman) was the other side of it, he didn’t say much and after a laugh we got back to round 2! My next time meeting her we went for drinks and when leaving to go find another quiet spot who did we meet in the pub? Only the same cousin who couldn’t look at us with the embarrassment from a few days prior, we ended up meeting many more times after this, became a couple and explored new experiences together! Unfortunately all good things came to an end but she was an amazing woman and shared many a good time.

7 July 2026

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Lets start this like the old penthouse forum stories... I would never have believed it until it happened to me... ha ha ha (names changed for anonymity) But it did happen... and I was like WTF. Quite a few years ago I was living in country Victoria with my partner, Tammy. Tammy was as straight as an arrow. Her best friend Stacey came up for a long weekend visit. It was around October/November. On the Saturday morning they decided they want to go tour some wineries... guess who was the designated driver. We spent the day driving around wineries sipping wine Tammy and Stacey getting slightly more tipsy as the day progressed. Cut to that night at home. I was able to finally indulge in some good red wine myself. It was decided pizza was on the menu that night. Tammy and Stacey were both already very giggly and well on there way to being drunk. Sitting on the lounge room floor around the coffee table eating pizza chatting away slowly getting through a few bottles of wine. I made some cheeky comments about my plan to get them both drunk. Surprisingly Tammy said something like "And what are you gonna do with us?" I giggled not knowing how to respond. I opened another bottle of red but in the process, I accidentally knocked over an empty wine bottle... as a little joke I spun the bottle. It pointed toward Stacey she looked at me then looked at my partner Tammy with a naughty little grin and biting her bottom lip, she moved in and planted a big kiss right on my lips... I was like WTF thinking Tammy would lose the plot I looked at Tammy, she was smiling. Stacey then spun the bottle and it pointed toward Tammy. I remember thinking how's this gonna play out... Stacey leaned in and kissed Tammy it was an awkward prolonged peck of sorts. Tammy was smiling after that kiss... There was a moment of silence and us all staring at each other i said your turn to spin Tammy. She spun the bottle and it pointed at Stacey. I said well you guys know what you need to do. Tammy was reluctant so Stacey said if you dont do it you have to remove an item of clothing... I'm thinking what is going on here this is escalating... Tammy removed her socks... we all laughed. It was my turn to spin the bottle and it was then my turn to kiss Tammy... or remove an item of clothing... I gave Tammy a big long kiss. Stacey's turn again. She decided to remove an item of clothing... she was sitting there in a bra and jeans. After more spinning of the bottle us kissing each other and more clothing being removed we were all eventually sitting there in just knickers and jocks. I looked at Tammy and noticed a slight damp spot on her grey panties.. I commented saying I can see a wet spot... he he he Stacey then moved into a position saying can you see one here? And she started touching herself through her black panties... said no your wearing black panties... she moved her fingers up showing there was wetness on her fingers she moved them to Tammies lips to my amazement Tammy licked and sucked on Stacey's fingers... Stacey said i can see a bulge in your undies... I thought oh fuck it... so i whipped my undies off revealing my rock hard cock. I was completely naked. Tammy and Stacey both looked at each other and moved toward me and started caressing and stroking me. Stacey looked at Tammy simply saying "can I" Tammy simply smiled. Next thing my cock was in Stacey's mouth Tammy was sitting to the side touching herself through her panties. I started helping Tammy by moving her panties to the side and started fingering her... she was saturated. Stacey stopped what she was doing and moved over to Tammy and started kissing her with big Deep kisses she slowly made her way down to Tammy's nipples. I was sitting to the side just watching thinking OMG. She made her way down on Tammy and removed her panties and started licking and sucking on Tammy's drippings wet pussy. I moved behind Stacey slip her panties off and lay on my back between Stacey's legs and started licking her pussy it was so sweet and wet. Tammy let out some big moans as she came in Stacey's tongue. Stacey moved away looking at Tammy and said your turn Tammy. Tammy had never even done anything like this in the past but immediately started devouring Stacey's pussy I moved behind Tammy and started fucking her doggy style Stacey came hard... hearing both of them moaning and Cumming I came so hard inside Tammy. There rest of the night continued like this in between me recovering... 😊 the next day, Sunday, was pretty much the same no clothes and anyone... When Stacey left to go home at the end of the weekend I asked Tammy If she was ok. She said absolutely I am. We talked about the weekend quite openly she said she loved tasting Stacey on my cock and loved going down on Stacey but she said she still preferred me over pussy. It was the start of many more adventures...

6 July 2026

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Some years ago a young woman named Toni joined the company that I worked for. She was in her early 30’s and I in my early 40’s, and while we didn’t work at the same location, I often had cause to visit her workplace for various reasons. So we got to know each other quite well and even worked on a few projects together. Toni was a slim and vivacious blonde with shoulder length hair and a lovely smile that never seemed to leave her pretty face. She had a slightly tom-boyish nature, was eager to learn and always ready to help anyone. Everyone loved Toni. We seemed to hit it off and she would often come to me for advice on her ideas and assist in her problems. I became somewhat of an unofficial mentor to her. Over time Toni got married and had a child before resuming her career. Then one day she came to work for me, joining a small team of about 12 that I managed. Her skill set was an excellent fit within the group, and her nature (and good looks) made coming to work a pleasure for all of us. The company we worked for had an annual two-day planning seminar and she and a few members of my team joined me for it. It was held about 100km from our regular workplace at a conference centre where we were to stay overnight. At the end of the first day was the customary dinner and my team was spread around among various other tables. After eating and a few glasses of wine when the room started to empty, she came to the table I was at and joined in on the conversations. Around 9pm I said my goodnights and went to my room to do a bit of work before bed. The job never ends just because you are on a conference. I opened my laptop and started to work my way through the emails that had built up during the day. Fifteen minutes or so into the task my phone beeped with an incoming message. It was from Toni. She said she had a bottle of Cointreau and asked if I wanted to join her in her room for a nightcap. To say I was surprised was an understatement, but even so I just assumed she wanted to talk about some work thing or another. I thought, why not and replied, “Sure”. Her room was just a few doors down from mine and I quietly walked down the corridor to find her slightly ajar door. I surreptitiously entered and shut the door behind me. Toni was already half lying/sitting up on the bed in the same outfit she had on before but without shoes, with a drink in her hand. “Welcome”, she said and motioned to another glass on the desk in the room. I sat down on the only other chair in the room and we began chatting. As always, she was easy to talk to. The topics fluctuated between work, people we knew, life experiences and gradually became more personal and even mildly flirtatious. Then out of the blue she asked, “What are your fantasies in bed?” I stammered something about the “typical male fantasy of two women”. She half laughed saying something like “men are all so predictable”. So I asked her directly, “What is your fantasy?” “Seducing my boss”, she replied, looking me straight in the eye. “Why don’t you join me on the bed”, she said. I didn’t need another invitation so lay down beside her when she turned to face me and said, “If you were to kiss me, I wouldn’t stop you”. Laying down side by side, I let my hand lightly caress her face before moving it down the length of her body, lingering over her waist, hips and thighs. I pulled her closer and we embraced. My hands ran over her back and down to her arse for a delicious squeeze. Locked in this embrace I kissed her full on the mouth. Her lips parted allowing my tongue to play in her mouth. The effects of the kiss were like throwing a switch. In an instant our gentle touches became wanton desire – there was no way to stop. We kept kissing but now our hands were searching deeper. I moved my hand down and pushed it up under her skirt and inside her panties so that I could squeeze her arse more. Toni kept one hand around my neck and put the other down my pants. Her hand went inside my underpants and she found my penis easily. It was already hard as she let her fingers trail over it and my balls. “I want that in me so bad”, she murmured. “Don’t worry”, I replied, “You will get it”. We pulled apart for a brief moment and frantically removed each other’s clothes. Sitting up she unbuttoned my shirt and I lifted her top over her head. She removed her bra revealing her breasts and nipples. They were already hard. We removed our other garments until we were sitting in bed together totally naked. Toni’s body turned me on so much. Her young, slim girly figure was more curvaceous and womanly now but somehow made her even more desirable. I wanted her. I pushed her down onto the bed and again we embraced. Only this time we were naked. There was nothing between us – it was skin on skin and pure bliss. I pulled her even closer if that was possible and slid my upper leg in between hers until it pressed against her pussy. My cock was pressing against her tummy, and one hand squeezed her breast as we kissed again. Toni pushed me back and ran her hand down my chest, over my belly until it found my hard cock and balls. She caressed them for a while until she grasped my cock in her hand and started stroking its full length. I took my hand from her breast and moved it down to her pussy cupping her smooth mound in my hand. I left it there for a moment as she stroked my cock, then moved my hand up and down until the middle finger was resting along her slit. Pushing down with my finger as my hand moved up and down, I gradually opened Toni’s pussy lips. She let her legs fall apart giving me full access to her pussy. She was already wet inside and I let my finger run down over her clit before sliding it into her vagina. She moaned and squirmed as I felt inside her, all the while stroking my now throbbing cock. “Fuck me please, Greg”, Toni almost pleaded, “I need your cock in me”. I slid my body over hers and my hard cock rubbed on her thighs as I moved over and her breasts rubbed against my chest. She opened her legs wider and I moved on top of her until I was between them. I lay on top of her, my body pressing on hers, my cock nestled along the length of her wet slit. I kissed her again and while my tongue explored her mouth, I let my cock slide up and down her slit. It must have been rubbing on her clit because she moaned and tried to push her hips up, willing me to enter her. I wanted her badly too, but knew it would be over too soon if I entered her then. I needed to explore her body some more. I started to move down her body, sliding along her. I stopped briefly at her neck, kissing and nuzzling into her. I moved down to her breasts and covered them with gentle kisses, before taking a nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently at first, feeling its hardness between my lips and over my tongue, and as she moaned louder and louder, I sucked harder and harder, nibbling on her sweet nipples, taking turns with each of them. I moved my face down over her tummy, placing a gently kiss every now and then until I was at her mound. I nuzzled in and smelt her musky scent and moved down lower. Her legs were apart and I had a wonderful view of her gorgeous pussy, opened like a flower waiting to be plucked. Moving my face to her pussy, I gave it one long lick along the entire length of her slit, before plunging my tongue as deep as I could into her vagina. Her juices were a tasty treat and my nose pressed against her clit and Toni moaned in pleasure and delight. Then I started licking her out. My tongue homed in on her erect clit and I started circling it. Slowly at first, then faster, until my tongue was rubbing up and down her clit. Toni was moaning loudly by now and her hips were writhing underneath my face. I held her hips firmly to the bed so I could work on her pussy some more. I placed my lips around her clit and kissed it. Taking it into my mouth as I much as I could, I sucked her clit while my tongue rubbed over its sensitive tip. Before long Toni started to tense up as the pressure built up inside her. Just as she was about to cum on my face, I slid two fingers inside her and her building orgasm erupted throughout her entire body. I looked up at her heavenly face and held on for the ride as she moaned again and again until she was spent. I lay with my face between her legs for a moment while she recovered and then moved up till we were face to face again. “That was wonderful Greg”, she said, “but now you had better fuck me properly. I really do need your cock now”. Hearing her speak like that as opposed to mundane work talk was such a turn on. I knelt up between her legs. My cock was rock hard and nudging against her open pussy. “Are you ready babe?” I asked. “Oh yes”, she replied, “Fuck me hard now”. I drew back until the head of my cock was right at the opening of her vagina. Then with one movement, thrust my hips forward. My cock slid all the way in, filling her pussy. Then I started to fuck her. I pounded my cock in and out of Toni’s wet pussy non-stop. I just kept fucking her and fucking her. Good hard thrusting. Her legs were straight out, then over my shoulders; I even fucked her with her ankles in my hands and her legs spread high and wide. With every hard thrust of my cock into her pussy, her tits bounced wildly. I held both of them in my hands pinching the nipples gently while I continued to ram into her. I lost count of how many times she came, her body arching with each tumultuous orgasm, yelling out my name, “Oh Greg, oh Greg, oh Greg”. Before long I could feel the pressure building deep in the base of my balls and Toni could sense it too. “Cum with me Greg, I want you to feel you cum inside me”, she said. I lay down on top of her and kept thrusting inside her. She moved her hips up to meet my every thrust so that she could feel every inch of my cock in her. “Oh my God Toni, I’m ready”, I replied. Toni lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my hips locking her ankles around my back. Wrapped up that way it felt more than just my cock in her pussy. We were totally joined, our bodies moving as one. I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her deeply as I continued to fuck her. My cock was throbbing, ready to explode and I felt her tense up about to come too. In one earth shattering moment we came together. I shot my hot load of cum deep into her pussy, spurt after spurt and Toni’s orgasmic pulsations around my cock squeezed out every last drop. We rested for a while, me still laying on top with my cock still inside, slowly softening. Then we lay side by side, me spooning Toni’s body from behind, my cock nuzzled against her cute bum and my hands cupping her breasts. I must have dozed off for a little while as the next thing I remember was opening my eyes to see Toni looking at me. She was gently fondling my cock with one hand and it was starting to respond to her touch. “Why don’t you fuck me doggy style this time”, she said. I needed no further prompting and got up and stood behind her as she knelt on the bed. “Come round here first”, she demanded, “I want to make sure you are really hard before you do me”. I walked around to the other side of the bed and stood in front of her, my cock at her face. She gave the head of it a gentle kiss before taking it into her mouth. Her warm lips embraced the shaft of my hardening penis and I could feel her tongue working over the head. I was getting harder and harder by the second and she started to move her mouth up and down my cock. I grabbed her face in my hands and rocked my hips back and forward in time with her movements. She looked up at me as she sucked my cock so well and I was instantly rock hard. My cock looked amazing as it moved in and out of her mouth and Toni maintained eye contact as her moist lips rubbed along the length of my hard shaft. Before long I felt my balls tighten as an orgasm became imminent. I pulled away just before I came. She almost looked disappointed but cheekily said, “I love your cock. Now use it on me”. I walked back around to the other side of the bed and stood behind Toni’s gorgeous arse. My cock was pointing at her pussy lips and I wanted her so badly. I grabbed her arse and nudged my cock against her pussy. It was still wet with a mixture of her pussy juices and my cum and with one gentle push it slid deep into her. She moaned softly as my cock filled her. I could feel her warm vagina wrapped around the length of my cock as it throbbed inside her. I slid in and out of her slowly. My cock was glistening with her pussy juices and the sight of it disappearing in and out of her pussy was a real turn on. Pleasure was building deep in my balls but I didn’t want to cum yet. I wanted this to last. I pushed my cock as far as I could into Toni’s wet pussy and just held it there for a while. “Don’t stop Greg, I want to be fucked”, she said. “Be patient baby”, I replied, “You will get it”. I bent forward and put both arms around her. I took both her tits in my hands and squeezed them firmly, feeling her nipples. They were hard in my fingers and I pinched them gently making her moan even more. I let one hand slide down over her tummy and down to her mound, then further down to her slit. I ran my fingers along the length of her pussy and could feel my hard cock still buried deep inside her. Then I zeroed in on her clit and started to rub it with one finger. Toni tried to slide her hips back and forward to fuck my cock but I held her tight so she couldn’t move. Faster and faster I worked my finger on her clit, not intending to stop. It was hard and wet with her juice as I rubbed around and around and over the tip of it. With all that stimulation on her clit, it wasn’t long before I felt her body tense up. Her vagina suddenly went tight and gripped my cock still deep in her. Then with a guttural groan she started bucking wildly as that orgasm swept thru her body. I left my finger still pressing on her hard throbbing clit as she came, heightening her pleasure. I let her rest for a moment before taking my arms from around her and putting them gently on her cute bum. Slowly and gently I slid my cock in and out, just loving the feeling of her vagina and the sight of it going in and out. Gradually I built up momentum, fucking her harder and harder. My cock pounded in and out of her wet pussy and my balls slapped against her clit as I rammed my hips against her arse. My hands grabbed her arse and spread it wide open so I could watch my cock sliding in and out of her. Her tight little arsehole puckered with each thrust. Toni was moaning all the time and it wasn’t long before she let out a load groan. Her pussy started to pulsate on my cock as another orgasm spread through her body. It took all of my self-control to not cum in her there and then. I continued to fuck her and let one hand go down to her slit, getting my fingers all wet with her pussy juices. I moved my hand back up and began lightly tickling and lubricating her arsehole. “You can put your finger in”, she said softly. I pressed my finger against her arsehole and gently worked it in as I continued to fuck her slowly. She was moaning softly obviously enjoying the sensations. I removed my finger and replaced it with my thumb on her arsehole so that I could thrust deeper in her with my cock. I pushed my thumb gently on her anus and it slid right in, filling both her holes now. “Oh Greg”, Toni gasped, “Fuck that feels nice”. I was pounding her pussy with my hard cock and fingering her anus with my thumb at the same time and she was loving it. So was I and I could feel my cock rubbing on my thumb through her vaginal walls. Not wanting to cum too soon I pulled my cock from her pussy and it came out with a delicious slurp, it’s shaft still glistening covered in her vaginal juices. I removed my thumb from her arse and admired her tight puckered arsehole. I bent forward and gave it a good licking. Toni let out a moan as my tongue licked and probed her arsehole, getting it nice and wet. It looked so inviting. Why not, I thought and moved so that the head of my rigid cock rested against her arsehole. “Oh”, she gasped, “Yes please. Fuck my arse”. I pressed the head of my well lubricated cock firmly against her arsehole and gently eased it in. I felt the ring of her anus grip the shaft of my hard cock and I began to fuck her arse. Slowly at first and then faster and faster until once again I felt the orgasm brewing in my balls. I needed to cum pretty soon so I slid my cock from her arse and forced it back deep into her now dripping cunt. I returned my thumb back inside her tight arsehole and began to fuck her pussy again. Faster and faster and this time and I wasn’t going to stop. My hips rammed into her gorgeous bum as I pounded into her pussy, making her arse cheeks ripple and sending shock waves right through her body. Toni reached down with one hand between her legs and began to rub my balls as I continued to fuck her. “You better be ready to cum soon Greg because I am”, Toni demanded. “I am ready baby”, I replied, “Get ready for my cum”. I fucked her even harder, ramming deep into her willing pussy violently. I had one hand holding her hips and my thumb deep in her arse as I continued to pound her mercilessly. “Oh God yes now please”, Toni begged and started bucking up and down on my cock. With one big thrust I exploded instantly shooting gushes of warm sperm from my balls deep into her pussy as we came together in a wonderful joint orgasm. By now we were both exhausted from our physical exertions and I collapsed on my side onto the bed pulling her down with me. My cock stayed in her pussy and I spooned up behind her and held her tight. I wrapped my arms around her sexy body and cupped her breasts, one in each hand. I nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there while we were still joined. “Mmmmmm that was lovely”, Toni said. “Yes it was baby”, I replied, “you are a wonderful lover. We should have done this years ago”. And all snuggled tightly together we drifted off to blissful sleep, my cock slowly softening inside her. This time we slept soundly until the early morning. We had another quick round together, and this time she rode me to orgasm before a languorous shower together to get ready for the second day’s events. We soaped and washed each other before drying off and getting dressed. I snuck back to my room to change shirts and pack ready to leave that afternoon, wondering what the cleaning staff would make of my unslept bed.. We didn’t get to catch up much that day apart from during one of the breaks where I am sure we both had an evil look in our eyes. Toni said to me quietly on the side, “Well now I’ve achieved my fantasy, we might have to work on yours sometime”. But that was never to eventuate. From that day on, although we never got to repeat the experience, there was always a special bond between us. Although our careers moved us apart and in different directions, we still remain firm friends and in regular contact. And whenever we catch up in person our hugs and kisses are just that bit closer and her effervescent smile says more than people know.

4 July 2026

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Debauchery were having a Friday night orgy. It was an occasional event and was more of an experienced players party than the regular Saturday nights. There were about 30 people in the play area when Greg asked Vicki if he could fuck her. He was a tall guy with a long, thick cock that widened Vicki's eyes when he introduced it into her wet cunt from behind. Initially, Vicki had her hand on my cock and was sucking it but soon gave that up so that she could concentrate on Greg's cock sliding in and out of her. After he had finished, we talked for a while and he asked for Vicki's phone number, saying that he organises the occasional private party that may interest us. We saw him every now and then at Debauchery, and each time Vicki made sure to fuck him. One day he rang her and said he had a couple coming to Melbourne and he was organising a party for them. Vicki said we will be there (see earlier story Sydney Tourists). Later that year another call, with two couples coming from Perth for the AFL Grand Final (see earlier story Grand Final Warm Up Match). One night at Debauchery, after fucking, Vicki and Greg were talking and Greg suggested that she should try a gangbang. They talked about it and Vicki said she would be uncomfortable in a room with a group of strangers. Greg said he knew a guy, Alan, that organised regular gangbangs and also customised gangbangs. Greg said Alan was very organised and all the guys he used were extremely polite and very considerate of the women and each other. They all knew that any misbehaviour would be the end of invitations to future gangbangs. After that conversation, Vicki and I talked about it. I was encouraging but she was unsure. I left the conversation there, not wanting to push her into something she wasn't comfortable with. In the meantime, we went to Thailand and stayed in a bamboo and grass hut on Phi Phi Island. Once we had time on our hands, I brought up the gangbang question once more. I made sure that these conversations only happened in bed when she was sliding up and down on my cock. We talked about numbers and her fantasies. She told me she was worried that I would think she was a slut if she had a gangbang. I told her I had seen her at work and was very happy knowing she was a slut, just as I was. The more we talked about it while fucking, the more comfortable she became with the idea and then she asked me how many cocks should she order. I asked her how many she had in mind and she said four. I pointed out to her that she had fucked more guys than that in a regular Debauchery night. She agreed and then suggested six or eight. I said she should make it a significant number and do ten. She was still sliding her wet cunt up and down my cock when she said: “Ok, ten”. With that I started driving my cock into her as she bounced up and down on our way to orgasms. (See earlier story Her First Gangbang).

3 July 2026

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This happened many years ago now. But B thought this story would be a good follow to our last story we shared. At the time she was sharing with a friend. So her house had her friend Jolene and her kids. I would often go over and stay especially when the kids had gone to their dads. Jolene had no partner and often made it clear that if B was willing to share me she’d like that. She would often in the morning just walk into the bedroom often catching as fucking and would still stop and chat. It was damn annoying. But we made it clear she wasn’t invited to join us. It got to the point where she’d come in and we’d just keep going and ignore her or stop and after she chatted to long we’d start again hoping she’d go away. She always did but only after watching for awhile. On this particular occasion I was going over for dinner and then to stay as the kids were away for the weekend. It was a warm evening so we were dressed in summer clothing. I would always go over commando so B had easy access and she would often have no knickers on. We had a plan to fuck out in the backyard at sunset. Mainly because the guy next door lived alone and he’d often flirt with B and Jolene. So we thought we’d give him a bit of a show. When I arrived though unfortunately Jolene’s daughter was still there. Apparently she’d had a fight with her dad and had come home. Oh well we’d still fuck when we went to bed and in the morning. So we got organised to have a BBQ for dinner. I was cooking out at the BBQ and the girls were inside doing everything else. The drinks were flowing as usual. B came out a few times to bring me stuff and to have a few sneaky rubs of me and some passionate kisses. After a bit the women had finished in the kitchen so they came out and sat watching me cook. As we chatted B several times opened her legs so I could see up her dress to see she was knickerless. This was so hot as the others couldn’t see and had no idea what she was doing. Then we heard from over the fence the neighbour. The ladies said hi and invited him over to have a drink. He came over and Jolene introduced me to Rod, the neighbour, as “This is B’s fuck!” Tact was not her strong suit! But this time you could see her daughter was embarrassed by it, and B and I winced as although it was right it was wrong her saying that in front of her daughter. But it didn’t stop there with her declaring, “I don’t have a fuck and B won’t share him with me.” That did it her daughter cracked it as her mum was an embarrassment! So she left to go to a friends. It was all quite awkward for a bit. Rod did the bloke thing and came and stood with me at the BBQ as we all chatted. B kept flashing me her pussy when no one else could see. I went over to her and kissed her as I did I slide my hand under her dress to rub her pussy. I whispered in her ear to flash Rod when she got a chance and also it was too hot for her bra and she should go take it off. I went back to the BBQ and stood with Rod chatting. He was leaning against the wall so as to look at me when chatting but also so he can be looking at the girls while chatting. He had a big smile on his face and I turned around to see B was giving him a very good look at her pussy. She also had a hand down teasing herself a little. I pretended not to see and turned back to the BBQ. I could see Rod was smiling. Then B got up and went inside. When she came back she had taken her bra off. We finished the cooking and went to sit to eat. I suggested to Rod that he could sit next to B as I needed to keep cooking some stuff on the BBQ as we ate. We all sat and ate and drank. Jolene was getting more and more drunk. Trying to flirt with Rod but he wasn’t biting at all. As she realised she had no chance she was getting more obnoxious. During all of this I hadn’t realised that Rod was only eating with his fork and his other hand was under the table. When I realised I looked at B to see a look on her face that let me know that he was playing with her pussy. I dropped my napkin on the ground and bent to pick it up looking under the table to see if I was right. Sure enough he was fingering her pussy and she had her hand inside his shorts. I sat back up and smiled at her. But the joy was broken by Jolene saying something stupid and was clearly now very drunk. We all wished she’d either shut up or go away. But she didn’t she got louder and louder and more annoying until she started crying because no one would fuck her. We finished eating and B apologised to Rod and said we needed to end the night there to ‘help sort out Jolene’. We got up and as B said goodbye to Rod I started to escort Jolene to her bed. B came to help me and after a while we finally got her settled in bed. It really did kill the mood. We went back out side to have a drink and tidy up. While we did we chatted about what B and Rod had been doing. She told me that he had made her cum once and she hid it by putting food in her mouth the hide the sounds. That was sexy and was getting us back in the mood. Then she told me how when she said goodbye to him she did tell him of our plan to fuck out the back and how she wanted him to watch. Ok we were back on! I went inside and got the blanket and came out and laid it out. We could see in the shadows that Rod was in the room that overlooked the garden. I laid B back and pushed her dress up and went straight down to licking her pussy. She was already very ready for me. She told me he had turned the light off. So I was hoping it was so he could see us better. I spent quiet awhile down there licking her to a few orgasms. After that I sat her up and took her dress off. She moved onto her knees and pulled my shorts down and started to suck my cock. I moved her slightly so that we had the best angle for Rod if he was watching. While she was doing it I removed my shirt so we were both naked. We were thoroughly enjoying the idea of being watched and moved so B was on her hands and knees and I got behind her and started to fuck her. While we did we both kept looking towards Rods house trying to see if he was watching. We changed positions again with me laying down and B riding me. Again both of us looking over at Rods place hoping he was watching. Soon B was ready to have one last big orgasm and I was ready to blow. She put her hands on my chest and started to fuck me faster and grind right down on to me. Soon we both orgasmed together before she collapsed down on me and we embraced and kissed and laid to recover. After recovering B put her dress back on and I put my shorts back on and went back to BBQ area for a recovery drink. We turned the corner to see Bec sitting at the table having a drink. Fuck did she catch us? Did she see or hear? We played it cool and got drinks. She said she’d got bored at her friends and come home and asked where her mum was. We told her all about what happened. And that her mum was hopefully sleeping it off. We sat and chatted and drank. During our chat B had started to rub my cock again under the table. She didn’t seem to care if Bec realised so neither did I. Then she slid my short leg up and took my cock out and was wanking me. She kept going and I was sure Bec realised what she was doing. Bec offered to go inside and get more drinks for us. As soon as she was gone B got me to slide my chair back and lent over and started to suck my cock. I was enjoying it but also worried about Bec coming back. When I heard her coming back I tried to stop B but she wouldn’t. So Bec came out the back door to be greeted by the sight of B sucking my cock. ‘Don’t worry about me, keep going!’ She said as she sat back down and put our drinks in front of us. She sat drinking and watching. Then she went down under the table and suddenly I could feel her tongue on my balls as B kept sucking. I couldn’t believe she was under the table licking my balls. Then we heard a noise. Fuck Jolene was coming out. B quickly stopped and I move my chair back under the table. Just as she staggered out. Bec though had stayed under the table. Jolene stated blabbering some crap. Bec had her hand around my cock and was wanking me. Jolene asked where Bec was as she thought she heard her come home. Then she asked where Rod was. She just kept asking questions but not giving us a chance to answer. In the meantime Bec had moved her mouth and had started to suck my cock. The whole time I’m trying to hide how it feels. Jolene asked again if she could join B and I for a fuck as she wanted cock. B got up and said she needed to go back to bed. Jolene again started ranting and B escorted Jolene back inside. As soon as they were inside. I moved my chair back so I could see Bec sucking my cock. She moved with me and just kept going. She was really good at it and I sat back and enjoyed for awhile. I was getting close to cumming so I stopped her and pulled her up. We stood up and kissed and I guided her back towards the table. I put my hands on her waist and lifted her onto the table and told her to lay back. Her skirt was so short I could see her knickers. I pulled them to one side and went down and started to lick her pussy. It was freshly shaved and was so smooth under my tongue. She was a quiet moaner but was enjoying my work and it didn’t take long for her to cum. We kept going until B came back. She saw what was happening and suggested we take Bec to her room. So after Bec’s next orgasm I stopped. We went inside and the three of us fucked for the rest of the night.

3 July 2026

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My perfect night with a woman is simple, we discreetly meet up with the intensity only found between two who've never met before but know exactly what each other wants. After a couple of drinks we're back at mine, and it doesn't take long to start having some real fun together. A woman who's commanding but eager, goes on top but doesn't mind losing control, a woman who knows what to whisper in my ear just before I finish. After, spending a few minutes to gather our breath is relaxing and gives time to reflect. A kiss with strong eye contact says we both enjoyed ourselves. After a few minutes talking about the best parts, we head out, grab some air, maybe another round, and head back to mine to do it all again and again until we're both completely drained, completely relaxed and at ease. We've left nothing on the table, and it shows, and there's no strings, no awkward goodbyes. Just the knowledge that we're both satisfied and renewed. The only thing left is to talk about our next meeting, when we can come together again, refreshed, ready for another night of pleasure, except this time, we're both completely ready for each other.

2 July 2026

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I slowly opened my eye to survey the new people that had arrived into the bathhouse. Two guys, slowly wandered in deciding where to start their bathing time at the bathhouse. From my corner in the large bath I watched them quietly look around the space. The one with the black hair and some grey flecked through, spied me watching them. He’s mouth twitched into a sly smile that touched his dark eyes. He tapped his friend to indicate they should start in the warm bath. They both walked to the bath and entered, he sat opposite me and leaned back and closed his eyes. No words were spoken as this was the quiet time and speaking wasn’t allowed. I felt a bit nervous with his close proximity, I could feel the sexual energy beginning to build. I slowly and quietly slide away and made my escape out of the bath. But this move didn’t go unnoticed by him. He watched curiously as I exited the bath, the game had begun. He smiled to himself this was going to be fun. His friend indicated he was going to another part of the bath house. Together they moved out of the bath. He scanned around room, but couldn’t see his prey. Never mind he’ll find her. As he entered the sauna. Leaning my back against the warm wall of the hammam I breathed out a sigh of relief. There were a few people in the steam room. And I had positioned myself between people just incase he followed. I allowed the steam to heat my skin so I was soon soaking in a combination of sweat and condensation. As my mind whirled with many different fantasy scenarios regarding the man with the dark eyes. Eventually I needed to move out of the steam room. I made my way to chill out part of the bathing space. I climbed up to the top part where I could partially see out the window. And I closed my eyes allowing my mind to relax. He left the sauna feeling fully saunaed, he made his way to the cold plunge and as he was walking there, he spied his little kitten perched up on the highest part of the relaxation area. He smiled to himself, as he dipped into the cold plunge. Once he had fully dipped he got out and slowly walked in to the relaxation area and saw she was still there eyes closed resting. He climbed up and sat at her feet and leaned back against the window. And watched her. I felt his presence before I opened my eyes, I could feel the sexual energy again. It was like the air was changed with it. I opened my eyes to see him casually leaning back and watching me. Like a panther ready to pounce if I made a move. He reached out and stroked my foot, my skin tingled where he had touched. As if almost on fire. The tingles ran up my leg and straight to my groin. I could feel myself becoming more and more moist between my legs as he lazily traced his fingers over my feet and ankles. All the time keeping my gaze with his enchanting dark eyes. He watched her intently as he fingers glided over her soft silky skin. Just as he imagined it would feel. He loved the colour of her pale skin and the contrast between his darker skin tone. He imagined how the colour of her nipples would be, he hoped they were rose pink, that he thought would be perfect. He was so hard, it was taking everything in him to not pull her off that step and take her into one of the private change rooms. The spell between them was broken when the clock clicked over to 12pm, suddenly the once quiet space transformed into a communal chatter space. As the quiet time ended. And like a panther he suddenly stood up and got down from the high step and walked away. A pang of sadness at his sudden departure hit her. As she looked down at her feet where his touch still lingered on her skin. She looked at the time and realized her 2 hours was nearly up. When atmosphere suddenly changed, he looked up and saw his friend looking for him. He had to move, he didn’t want his friend to see what he was doing. He slid off the high bench and walked towards his friend. He longed to turn around and look at her but he knew there was a chance his friend might see. His friend suggested that they go in the steam room and relax there. They turned towards the steam room and that’s when he saw her walking to the change rooms. He knew in that moment he had a choice. To either let her go and let her live in his memory or do something else. As they walked towards the steam room he suddenly said to his friend he needed something from his locker and he will join him in the steam room soon. She walked towards her locker thinking about that man. She opened her locker and was getting her bag out and when suddenly she was caged in from behind as two arms pressed themselves again the locker either side of her. She instinctively knew who it was, she could feel his energy. Electric. He leaned in and and spoke softly into her ear, ‘ get out your phone, here is my number. I want to you to text me your address and a time when I can come around. Our story has only just started my little minx’ He wandered back to the steam room smiling. Now all he had to do was wait for the text message. He hoped it would come. Chapter 2 The Text As they both exited the bathhouse, him and his friend walked towards his friends car. It had been a very relaxing time. Once he was in the car he looked at his phone, he smiled there was a message. ‘Here is my address, I available from 2pm onwards, your Minx’ Blood rushed to his groin, he was instantly hard again. He wondered if she would be a good sub for him. She seemed like it. After she left the bath house and walked to her car, she re played the locker room scene over and over in her head. Debating with herself whether to send him the text with her address and a time. She had never done anything like this before. In end after writing out the text 5 times and deleting 5 times, her 6th text was sent. His friend dropped him at his home. He immediately jumped in his car and put the address into his maps app. And he sent a reply ‘I’m on my way, get ready my naughty minx’ She heard her phone ping with an incoming message notice, she looked at the message and started to panic a bit. What had she done? She didn’t know this man, it was a flirt at a bath house. She hoped he wasn’t a crazy person! She rushed around and tidied up. He arrived at her apartment, and pressed the buzzer. He was excited, and hard with anticipation. She seemed a bit shy, which he loved. Her voice floated through the intercom. She sounded so feminine it sent electric waves through him. The door went letting him know the door was unlocked. She can’t believe he’s actually at her place. She hoped her nervousness wasn’t too obvious. She heard the knock at the door, shit he was here. She walked across the room and exhaled and opened the door. There he was, looking at her looking like he wanted to eat her up. A slow smile spread across his face as he drank her in. She motioned him in, he slid in and made sure he was a close as possible and held her eyes as he moved past her. She watched him glide into the living room of her apartment like he owned it. He turned around and smiled at her and said ‘come here’ he motioned with his finger. And just like he had a magical robe around her, she moved towards him and he pulled her into his arms. One arm around her waist the other one slid up under her hair and gripped the back of her head and tilted her head back. Looking deeply into her eyes he dipped down and pressed his lips on to hers. She felt amazing in his arms, her lips slightly parted as she gazed up at him. Without a second thought he pressed his lips to hers, and began to passionately kiss her. To taste her, to feel her soft pliable body in his arms. He knew how to kiss a woman to make her weak at the knees. He finally parted from her lips and leaned in to her ear and said ‘Where is your bedroom?’ This sent shivers down her spine straight to her lady bits. Moist is one word to summon up what instantly happened. She looked into his eyes and saw pure unadulterated lust. she moved slightly out of his grip and took his hand and lead him down a short corridor and into her bedroom. From behind he stepped up and wrapped his arms around her waist and tilted her head and started to kiss her neck. She leaned into him allowing him full access to her soft creamy neck. The feeling of her against him, as he pressed his growing hard on into her butt. He propelled her forward to bed. And commanded her to lie down face up. Like a good girl she obeyed him, it as if stuck under his spell. She made her way to bed and lay down as he had instructed. He stood at the end of the bed watching her. She could see the bulge in his jeans and smiled that she had the power to do that. He watched her lie down as he has instructed. He loved how obedient she was. He leaned in and undid the button on her jeans then the zip. Then he grabbed the waist band of her jeans and made sure he got her underwear as well and pulled them off. She watched him as he pulled her pants and underwear off. She looked into his eyes, his dark sexy eyes. And saw pure lust swirling in his eyes. This alone brought tingles deep into her core and made her vjay Jay tingle in anticipation. He stood up and loomed over her as he crawled onto the bed and hovered over her gazing intently into her green eyes. As he lowered his body onto hers he pressed his lips against hers. They felt so soft beneath his firmer more commanding lips. He tasted like honey, as his warm tongue invaded my mouth. I felt totally under his control. I almost whimpered when his lips left mine. But he soon placed his hot lips on the corner of my mouth as he started to kiss a trail across my cheek to my ear, where he gently nipped at my ear lobe. Goosebumps cascaded all the way down my right side. He continued his assault on my sensitive skin and down my neck to my collar bone, where he licked into groove of my collar bone. She tasted exquisite, sweet and savory as he savored her neck and the gentle dip of her collar bone. He had been sliding his hands up and down her arms her legs, across her stomach and her skin felt so soft and smooth under his hands. Now this tshirt was in his way. He could see that his ministrations had made her nipples hard as they were straining against the fabric that held them in. His hand moved down to the edge of her tshirt and he pulled it up and off!!! And what seemed the impossible became possible, he became even harder at the sight of her generous plump breasts held in by a lacy navy bra that was the perfect contrast against her beautiful pale skin. He used both hands to pull one breast out and then the other. So the bra was holding up her beautiful breasts. With your rosy pink nipples nice and taut. He leaned in popped one in his mouth and ran his tongue around her nipple.

29 June 2026

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Back in the days of us both being single and enjoying the occasional bit of fun together is where this story comes from. Both B and I had come out of relationships and found comfort in enjoying each other. We openly shared our past experiences and sexuality. At the time she had a young child that coupled with my own difficulties with getting out meant getting time together was rare. Most of what we did during this time was either talk on the phone or txt to help get each other off. We would of course meet up when we could but that might only be once a month or more. However, on this one particular weekend she was having a gathering of some girlfriends at her place one of whom I knew she’d enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh with, as she’d shared some stories of her and Jade and Jades husband all fucking. The plan for the night was drinking and relaxing as most of the women were mums who don’t get much quiet time. This meant I was not invited as it was girls only even though for once I was free . As the night in question went on I was getting lots of cheeky flirty messages from B which increased with,what I gathered, was only matched by her increased drinking. At one point my phone went ping with a photo and when I opened it there was all of her toys laid out on the bed with the girls all sitting around them. It came with a note saying ‘oh no, the girls have found my toy draw!’ Some of the girls were clearly laughing in the photo. Over the next hour or so I got sent more pics of B and her friends fully dressed but pretending to use her toys on themselves and each other. In all of the photos I could see all of the girls clearly drinking and laughing and having fun. One of the hottest ones I recieved was of B sucking a large toy with another girl pretending to fuck her with another one. This one came with a message. ‘Hope this is getting you hard. We’re trying to see whose partner gets hardest!’ I sent back a reply saying of course I was hard as she always made me hard! The pics and messages stopped for about 30 mins or so and I thought they’d moved on and gone back to drinking. Then I got a message, ‘babe they found my strap on!’ This came as a surprise to me as I had no idea she had one as I had never seen it in her toy draw. So I responded, ‘Really? I never knew you had one.’ A few minutes later I received another photo this time of her friend Jade, fully dressed, but also wearing the strap-on, which was a big thick white cock with ridges along its length. The message with it said, ‘so babe who’s harder you? Or Jade?’ ‘I think jade might just have it. And it definitely looks bigger!’ I replied. Shortly after that I received another photo of B on all fours with Jade kneeling behind her holding her hips and pretending to fuck her. The message with this read, ‘Babe you know I like them big! It’s 10” and nice and thick! We have a bet going about whose partner will send a pic of how hard their cock is. I know you will babe.’ Never one to back down from a sexy challenge, and willing to share, I took a couple of photos until I was happy with one. While I was taking it I recieved three more photos of Jade pretending to fuck each of the other girls in different positions. I noticed in a couple of pics that Jade had taken her top off and was in her bra. This helped me no end to take my photo. Shortly after I sent my photo my phone rang and it was B so I answered. She had me on speaker and said she was about to show the others my pic. Then I heard them making some lovely comments which I assumed was them all responding to seeing my pic. Then B asked which cock looked the best and I heard a couple of names, including mine. Then B spoke and said I win with three votes. Then she hung up. A short time later she msg me to say only one husband wouldn’t send a pic. So apparently I got 3/5 votes. Then she told me that the other three girls were all leaving soon as most partners were horny and needed their partner to come home and fuck. Then I got another photo, this time it was B wearing the strap on and Jade was on her back with B kneeling over her pretending to fuck her. Followed by another one in the same position with the girls making out. Then i got another phone call. This time to tell me the others had left and that they had no one to take the photos any more. Then I could hear the sounds of Jade kissing B as she talked to me and then the sounds of them making out. And suddenly the phone call was hung up. This all had me so hard wondering what was happening especially with knowing Jade was staying over. This was preplanned as she always drinks too much and lived too far away for her partner to get her. Then my phone pinged again with a msg and I looked and found a photo of Jade changed into some sexy lingerie and with the strap-on on. By this stage I was in bed stroking myself to these images. My phone pinged again and this time i had a sexy pic of B in lingerie. These girls knew how to drive me crazy. Then my phone rang and I answered to B moaning. My mind was racing as to what was happening. Then she bust out laughing and said ‘GOTYA!!!What did u think was happening?’ But before I could answer she started moaning agian. I know her moans and it sounded real to me. ‘Babe I’m so sorry my cunt needs licking and Jade is fucking me with her tongue! Don’t be to upset babe but I need it!’ The sound quality changed and I was now clearly on speaker phone listening to B moan. The jade said’ I hope u don’t mind I’m licking ur woman’s cunt!’ Then B started to moan again. As i listened my phone pinged again and I opened my msgs to find a pic of Jade between B thighs licking her pussy. B had taken it as it was looking down on the action. As I looked at it I could hear B getting closer to her orgasm. The I heard Jade say, ‘STOP just listening and get that cock over here to fuck her!’ That was all that was needed for B’s moans to become the sounds of her orgasm. Fuck it sounded so hot. As her orgasm subsided B said, ‘Babe do it. Get your cock over here and come fuck us!’ That’s all I needed to get myself dressed and jump in the car and head over. While I was getting dressed I got another ping on my phone and opened it to see B bent over and the tip of the strap-on positioned at the entrance to her pussy. I was now rushing to get there eager to join in. As I drove there my phone pinged again. I was eager to look but even though the roads were empty I waited until I was stopped. I opened my messages and this time found a photo that Jade had taken of her holding B by the hip with one hand and the strap-on mostly inside her pussy. Wow it looked hot. Damn lights. I kept driving as the drive was about 15-20mins. My phone again pinged but I couldn’t look and didn’t get a chance to see it until I had arrived at B house . I opened the msg before getting out of the car. The first thing was a message telling me they had left the door unlocked and to let myself in. There was also another photo, it was very similar to the last except Jade wasn’t holding B by the hips but instead was pulling her head back with a fistful of hair. Well that was all I needed I was hard and ready to go. I opened the front door and could hear the moaning and swearing coming from B’s bedroom. Being slightly drunk still both girls were talking very dirty. I opened the bedroom door to see both ladies naked but with B now wearing the strap on and fucking Jade from behind. As she kept fucking her she said, ‘babe you’re here!!! Get your gorgeous cock out and shove it in Jades mouth to shut her up!’ I quickly undressed watching as B was pulling Jades hair and was fucking her hard and deep with the strap-on. I got up on the bed and positioned myself infront of Jade moving my hard cock and placing it on her lips. She started kissing my cock and it felt amazing. She opened her mouth and slowly engulfed my cock in it. B then with the handful of hair controlled Jades head making her suck me. ‘That’s it suck my man’s cock the way I suck your mans!’ B had stopped fucking her and is focussed on making her suck my cock. I had to stay focussed and not cum to quickly, which I could have done so easily, after all the build up and now being here. B decided she wanted to stop and have Jade move to on top and ride her. Sure enough they moved positions and Jade starting climbed on top and started grinding down onto the strap-on. B told me to get my cock back in her mouth and so I stood over her, with B looking up to watch Jade sucking my cock. Both girls continued to keep speaking very dirty the whole time referring to each other as ‘dirty bitch’ ‘cock loving slut’ etc. this was really turning me on and I was getting close to cumming with how hot it was but B had other ideas telling me to take my cock out and shove it up Jades arse as she loves dp. I took my cock out of her mouth and moved around behind Jade but before I did anything I bent her forward and watched her fucking and grinding down on the strap-on. I grabbed the lube that was by the bed and put some on before moving in and slowly sliding into Jades arse, her moans were so loud and B kept talking dirty and telling Jade to cum, which she did very quickly. We fucked for awhile like this and Jade orgasmed a couple of times before it was all too much for me and I orgasmed too. I collapsed on the bed next to the girls taking time to recover. We then fucked on and off for the rest of the night. Only sleeping for a few hours before Jade husband arrived early in the morning to pick her up.

18 June 2026

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The air in the room thickens as Daddy leads me toward the bed, his presence steady and commanding. "Lay down for me," he says, his voice a low, gravelly instruction. I settle onto the mattress, my heart thudding as he reaches out. His large hands catch my ankles, spreading my legs wide and anchoring them firmly. Between them, he places a steaming, hot apple pie, its fragrance of cinnamon and baked butter filling the air. He drops to his knees, his face level with the offering. He leans in, his breath hot against the pastry. With slow, deliberate motions, he slides his tongue along the firm, hard peak of the golden crust. He flicks his tongue against the edge, a rhythmic, insistent motion that sends a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, he abandons the crust. He lowers his face, pressing his mouth directly over a little steaming hole in the centre of the pie. He devours the opening hands-free, his lips and tongue working through the soft, yielding fruit. He lingers there, his face coated in the warm, sticky syrup, tasting the heat of the mess he’s made with a primal, unhurried hunger. He pulls back slightly, his skin shimmering with the sweet glaze, and reaches out. He pushes one finger into the pie, moving it slowly to feel the resistance of the softened apples. He lingers with just that one finger for a long while, exploring the depth and the warmth of the centre. Only then does he add a second finger, his movements rhythmic as he carefully and slowly creates a wider, deeper space within the yielding filling. The tension in the room peaks as Doddy moves closer with a deliberate, slow-motion grace, his presence looming large as he reaches for his big silver fork. He positions the tines at the very edge of the opening and holds. For seconds that feel like minutes. There is a palpable sense of longing in the way he pauses. He savours the anticipation. He doesn’t just plunge it in; he holds it over the steaming, open centre of the pie, letting the longing build until the air feels like it might snap. I hold my breath. When he finally moves, it’s with an agonizing slowness. He pushes the tines through the soft, spiced depths, the metal disappearing inch by inch into the warmth. I watch his eyes whiten and mouth open as he feels the resistance of the thick, syrupy fruit. He sinks it all the way to the base of the dish. Then, he begins to draw it back out. The sound is wet and heavy as the fork emerges, coated in glistening glaze. He slides it back in, a rhythmic, deep motion that mimics the pulse of the room. In and out. Each time he pushes the fork back into the yielding centre, he watches my face, his own expression a mask of intense, focused hunger. Like an animal holding back force. He’s making sure every inch of the interior is saturated. He sets the fork aside, but he isn’t finished. He reaches for a pitcher of thick, white cream. He holds it high above the mattress and begins to pour. A slow, velvety stream of rich, cream falls through the air, hitting the very heart of the open hole he carved out. I watch, my breath hitching, as the liquid swirls into the deep, dark heat of the apples. It slowly drips down the sides of the dish. It’s a lavish release, a total saturation of the dessert he’s claimed. He exhales deeply, but doesn't move away. Instead, he leans back, surveying the ruined, beautiful mess left on the mattress between my legs. The plate is smeared with my sticky cinnamon glaze and his cream. With a low, possessive rumble, he moves in for the aftermath. He ignores the utensils entirely, lowering his head to the plate. He begins to lick the ceramic clean, his tongue broad and heavy as it sweeps across the surface. He is thorough, catching every stray drop of syrup that escaped the centre. The sound of his tongue against the plate is primal, a final act of devotion to the feast. He doesn't stop until his dish shines again, polished by his touch. When he finally looks up, his lips are stained and sweet, his gaze anchored on mine with a satisfied, quiet intensity. He stays there for a moment, kneeling between my legs with his weight resting back on his calves, the now-spotless plate a silent witness to how thoroughly he just claimed his prize. The room is silent, save for the sound of our breathing - mine quick and shallow, his deep and steady. He reaches out, his thumb catching a lingering drop of syrup at the corner of his mouth before he leans forward, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of my hips. He doesn't move to touch me yet; he just stays in my space, letting the heat of the encounter settle. "Look at what you made me do, baby girl," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that feels like a physical caress against my skin. I look up at him, my head against the pillows, feeling completely exposed and cherished all at once. "I liked to see you enjoy it," I whisper, my voice still a little breathless. A slow, satisfied smile touches his lips, the kind of look that says he knows exactly the effect he has on me. He reaches up, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the intensity of the feast. "I enjoyed every second," he says softly, his gaze dropping to my lips. "There’s nothing better than taking my time with something so sweet." 🍎

17 June 2026

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We met at the small cafe around the corner from my place, both of us running on the fumes of a long day. The street is still radiating warmth from another stinker of a week. Street lights are flickering on, and only a dedicated few are sweating it out at the al fresco tables. You’re leaning back in your chair, one leg crossed over the other, eyes flickering over me as you sip from your glass. It starts as an innocent shift of movement — your heel slipping from your shoe, your foot dragging lazily up my calf as you stretch out your tired feet. You do it absent-mindedly at first, but when I don’t pull away, you press just a little firmer, your toes tracing higher, and more deliberate. I give you a look over the rim of my coffee cup, but you only give me a knowing tilt of your head, as if daring me to react. I’m still warm and sticky from the gym, and my clothes cling to my skin. I savour the sporadic breezes that provide the only relief from the humidity all around us. You don’t seem to mind. In fact, the way your foot lingers, teasing against my thigh, tells me you might even like it. Mostly it reminds me how much I need a shower, which sparks an idea. I reach for your hand, fingers sliding between yours as I detach from my chair. There’s no need for pretense — I have a plan, and you can sense it. You squeeze my hand once, falling into step beside me as we go, glancing at me and hoping for an explanation. A short walk, just around the corner, and we’re back at my gym. It’s late enough, and hot enough, that the place looks completely empty, with no staff, no thrumming of machines, not even the sound of faintly clinking weights. The fans whir and rotate, pushing stale sweaty air for no one. I lead you through the doors, and head toward the lockers, going through the motions as if I were simply finishing a workout, letting the moment stretch just a little longer. You lean casually against the row of lockers, watching me, your mouth smirking with amusement at where we are and what I might have in store. Once I’m certain the coast is clear, I tip my head toward the hallway. You follow without hesitation, your heels clicking softly against the tiles until we reach the change rooms. I lead us straight to the last cubicle at the end — a spacious shower stall with a small wooden bench and a lockable door. The second the door clicks shut, my hands are on you. I press you back against the tiled wall, my mouth reaching yours in a desperate, searching kiss. We have to be quiet, careful, but that only adds to the heat between us. Our breaths held and released in both excitement and stealth. Also contributing is the heat in the room, untouched by the fans, a thick extra dose of humidity on top of the day’s sticky weather. We are quickly coated in a fresh layer of sweat. My hands slide down your sides, fingertips teasing the edge of your fitted skirt before gripping your ass and pulling you flush against me. Even through my gym shorts, there’s no disguising just how I love your body, how much I’ve thought about this exact moment and am ready to act on it. Your hands run up my torso, dragging over my stomach, skimming over my chest. You feel how warm and damp I am, and it feels like we might just melt together. Then, with deliberate intent, your hand drifts lower. You seek out the growing bulge in my shorts, fingers squeezing just enough to make me suck in a sharp breath. I exhale, forehead resting against yours, almost sliding off from the mutual sweat. The thrill of it all tingles between us — the risk, the secrecy, the sheer intensity of being here, together, barely restrained. My fingers dig into the fabric of your skirt, gripping your hips as I press you back even harder, unable to stop myself from squeezing a little more. And we haven’t even turned on the water yet. I tug my shirt over my head, fabric peeling away from my damp skin. Your hands are on me immediately, fingertips gliding over my stomach, my chest, nails grazing lightly and definitely on purpose. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you reach lower, palming the hard outline in my shorts. A grin spreads across your lips as you grab the hem of my shorts and slide them down, watching as they catch momentarily on my erection before finally slipping to the floor. I step out of them, leaving only my underwear between us. Your expression is playfully blank as you look up at me, while lowering yourself to a crouching position, your fingers hooking my waistband for balance. Instead of pulling them down outright, you nuzzle against me, tug the elastic with your teeth, before snapping it back against my skin. Followed by a teasing, almost-too-soft bite to the tip through the fabric. I inhale sharply, my fingers tightening in your hair as you stand again, letting me make the next move. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close, my lips finding your neck. My hands trace up your back, unhooking your blouse and sliding it from your shoulders, pulling through the cling and grab from the sweat. I enjoy every inch of your skin, and you shiver slightly, an incongruous motion in this swampy environment. Your bra is sheer and barely conceals your hardening nipples, and I make sure to brush past them as I move. You seem to know what I’m thinking, because you arch your back slightly as I reach behind you and unclasp it. You squeeze your shoulders together, letting the straps slip forward until your bra falls away completely, leaving you bare. The faint lines from the fabric remain on your soft skin — a sign of the restraint you’ve been under all day. Now, finally, you’re free, and mine to touch and explore. I press my face to your chest and inhale deeply. You smell incredible — warm, sweaty, faintly sweet, with lingering traces of perfume. My face is slippery on your chest as my hands cup your breasts, my thumbs circling over your nipples before I lower my lips to kiss them, taking my time, noting the way your breath hitches. Before I can continue, you step back. Your turn. You kneel before me, placing both hands at the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, teasingly, you slide them down. My cock is already hard, its thick base emerging as you keep an excruciatingly measured pace. When my underwear finally falls, my erection springs free, thick and pulsing from the heat and excitement. You take a moment, letting your eyes roam over me, taking in the faint red lines left on my waist by the fabric. You know how much I hate clothes. You know how much I love this. Your hand wraps around me, firm, confident, and you lean in, your tongue flicking over the tip in a wicked promise of what’s to come. But first, you have something else in mind. You stand, stepping back just enough so I can watch you reach for the zipper of your high-waisted skirt. I stifle an audible groan of delight as you slowly peel it down, shimmying it over your hips before lifting it up and over your head. No knickers. You stand before me, completely bare, and I swear I’ve never wanted you more. Without another word, I reach back and turn on the shower. We resist the urge to dodge the icy spray of cold as it cuts through the intense heat. Instead we press into each other, gasping for air at the freshness of the temperature change, and laughing, almost giggling at the shock. It is a relief to have our own bubble of cool climate, and we clasp together as we adapt to the cold, while the water warms, and when the middle arrives it feels perfect. Your nipples are insatiably erect, borderline distressed at the cold and their excitement. We affirm our position under the water together and exchange a long, passionate embrace. Our bodies press together, slick with the rushing stream, the heat of our skin contrasting against the cooler cascade. I step back, taking in the sight of you beneath the falling water, watching it rush over your naked body, plunge down between your breasts, tracing every curve and valley. The droplets glisten against your skin, enhancing the smooth lines of your body, making you truly mesmerising in our dimly lit cubicle. When I press into you again, I watch the water sheet over your back, cascading down and arcing over the perfect swell of your ass before splashing onto the tiled floor. The sensation of your wet, warm skin against mine sends a shiver through me that has nothing to do with the cooling water. With the water still running, I shift forward slightly, stepping toward the direct stream and taking its force against my back. A light spray surrounds us, misting over our heated skin, cooling us just enough to keep the moment from becoming overwhelming. You drop to your knees before me, your fingers wrapping firmly around my cock. You lean in, your lips parting just enough to slowly drag your tongue along my sensitive and yearning head. The feeling is exquisite, the combination of your warm mouth and the cool water making my head spin and my pulse throb in my ears. Amongst the steady shower spray, you taste the salty slickness of my precum on your tongue. The temptation to take me fully into your mouth is strong, but you resist, delaying the moment, teasing me with slow, deliberate licks. You nudge your lips forward, brushing your mouth against my tip, then pulling back just enough to keep me aching for more. With one hand wrapped around my shaft, you relent with an affectionate kiss on the very tip before pushing forward, your mouth enveloping me. I groan at the sensation — your lips hot and wet, the pressure just right. I am thick and hard against your tongue, filling your mouth. You barely remember to breathe. Embracing my pleasure, you begin to move — slow, measured strokes, taking me in deeper, then retreating, letting yourself breathe before plunging forward again. One hand caresses my stomach, trailing the tips of your fingernails, while the other moves lower, cupping my balls, tracing backwards, sliding around to my ass, pulling me closer. The sensation is almost too much — I fight the urge to come immediately, overwhelmed by the sight of you kneeling before me, the heat of your mouth and the intensity of the moment. For a jarring second, I remember where we are which prompts another wave of excitement, fuelled by our brazen, and potentially public, rendezvous. I steady myself, gripping the tiled wall, determined to make this last. But you are in control, and it is clear what you want me to do. The warmth of your mouth, the warm water down my back, and your hands in all my favourite places — I am not going to be able to stop, and it is the furthest thing from your mind. I have one hand on the back of your head, not pushing but guiding, following your natural motion as you shift back and forth along the shaft. Your tongue rolls around the tip as it passes, each flick and swirl sending shocks of pleasure through me. I am clenching and flexing, moving to climax, my breath becoming harder, louder and less controlled. You are in rhythm, and my hips take the cue, swinging back and forth gently to compensate, matching the slow and determined movements of your mouth. I don’t know when you began, but you are touching yourself as you kneel, fingers working between your legs in time. The sight fills me with overwhelming pleasure, and gratitude that you are doing this — not just for me and my pleasure, but for yours as well. I could cry. Sensing I am near, I look to send a cue, to give you the chance to show me the green light. I take hold of my cock, and you respond by parting your lips expectantly. Your eyes meet mine, filled with desire, a fluctuating spectrum of nervous excitement, the sheer thrill of it all written across your face. Your mouth is open as I stroke myself, my tip flicking against your lips and your tongue. The sensation is purely overwhelming. Your hand is on my butt, gripping firmly, and you feel me clench as I explode into your mouth, onto your tongue. It is hot and wet, and you feel me pulsing with pleasure in your hand as you squeeze every last drop, milking out every drop of sweet release as the shower continues around us. I can barely stand as my whole body tenses and then relaxes, my head spins from the temperatures and the steam, and I just want to bring you close to me. I had wanted to be inside you so badly as well. After my climax, I am no less enraptured by this incredible gift of you and your naked body. I pull you into me under the water and kiss you - you taste like me and I taste like you. Under the water we merge our bodies in the radiating warmth and pleasure. You pivot and press your bum into me, playing the little spoon, and I run my hands over your breasts, clenching on your nipples and letting warm water trail between your cleavage, straight down to your vulva and your clit, where I place my hand over yours. You guide my hand and we rub together in a slow exploration, deciding where we could yet go. By now it is irrelevant that we are in a public place, and that — theoretically — anyone could be around, listening or even watching. We take no notice, and nothing could stop us from continuing. Within no time are hands move furiously in tandem, and with the warm water combines to create a pure, warm wave of satisfaction between your legs. Your hand moves in tight, desperate circles over your clit, and I press a finger inside you, feeling you tremble against me. You’re gripping me, your body drawing me deeper with each movement. I ease a second finger in, feeling the resistance, and the way you shudder against my chest sends a rush of need straight through me. I fall into rhythm with you, my fingers pushing in and out, curling slightly, beckoning your delight. Our bodies rock together, friction and pressure building with every breath, and synchronised with our movements I slide a third finger into you, keeping it there as we continue our rhythm. Time disintegrates. I can’t tell if it has been 10 minutes or 30 seconds by the time you climax. Until then we are locked in by mutual desire, consumed by the sensation, with seemingly no barriers to how we grind and smash together. The outside world ceases to exist, the gym, the risk, the chance of discovery — it melts down the drain. We are together and alone. If someone heard us, or saw us, they would surely have no choice but to bear silent witness to our achievement of perfection. When you break — your body clenches around my fingers, every muscle trembling, rigid against me. I am almost holding you off the ground, as way your thighs lock, trapping my hand as you pulse around me in waves, your orgasm tearing through you in shuddering, breathless gasps. I hold you through it, feeling the aftershocks ripple against my fingers, gripping me in desperate, rhythmic contractions. I’m barely breathing, caught between awe and hunger, and my sounds of empathetic pleasure are unrecognisable. For a moment, we are so loud that an echo returns off the tiled walls. The realisation crashes over us, tipping us back towards the present. Towards reality, but neither of us can move. Completely spent, we sink into each other, letting the water run over our bodies, supporting each other as our frantic heartbeats pound in unison, slowing steadily. We turn off the water, the sudden quiet bringing us back to the moment. Steam rises in lazy swirls, clinging to our skin as we settle onto the wooden seat, our bodies warm, sated, and heavy with exhaustion. You lean into me, your damp hair sticking to my shoulder, and I press a slow, lingering kiss on your forehead.

17 June 2026

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