Fourteen years! That’s how long I had gone without sex. Fourteen whole years. It sounds almost unbelievable when I say it out loud, but there it was, a huge chunk of my life spent without the touch of another person, without the excitement of being desired, and without that delicious anticipation of wondering what might happen when two people finally found themselves alone together. Somewhere along the way, I had convinced myself that perhaps that part of my life was over. Maybe I had missed my chance. Maybe sex, passion and all those wonderfully distracting feelings belonged to a younger version of me. Then one day, I decided I’d had enough of that nonsense. It was time to get back into the dating world. At first, it was all fairly innocent. A few conversations online, some phone calls, a little flirting here and there. I discovered that I could still enjoy a cheeky comment, that a man’s attention could make me smile at my phone like a teenager, and that the butterflies I thought had long since retired were apparently still very much employed. More importantly, I began to feel something waking up inside me. My confidence returned in little pieces. My curiosity grew, and I found myself thinking about things I hadn’t allowed myself to think about for years. I started to wonder what it would feel like to be touched again, kissed again, and wanted again. Then I met the man who changed everything. I had no idea at the time that he was a professional dom and would eventually introduce me to an entirely different side of myself, or that I would willingly follow him into a world I had been curious about but had never really explored. The world of kink. The Phone Call That Started It All It began with a phone call. His voice wasn’t necessarily the sort that would make me weak at the knees. He didn’t have one of those deep, smooth radio voices that belonged in a late-night advertisement for expensive whisky. But there was something about the way he spoke, the confidence in his words, and the way he seemed to know exactly how to get my attention. It wasn’t just what he said. It was how he said it. He had a way of making a simple instruction feel charged with possibility. He spoke with a quiet authority that caught me off guard, and I found myself listening more intently than I probably should have admitted. Then he told me to touch my breasts. I hesitated for only a moment before following his instructions. My hand moved tentatively at first, as though I were rediscovering something familiar that had somehow become foreign to me. I had spent so many years without another person that even the idea of sharing such an intimate moment over the phone felt strange. But strange didn’t mean unpleasant. Quite the opposite. He encouraged me to take my time, to pay attention to what I was feeling, and to stop thinking so much about what I was supposed to do. That was easier said than done. My mind had a terrible habit of wandering off to analyse everything, even when it would have been far more useful to simply enjoy the moment. His voice brought me back. I found myself smiling at some of his instructions, surprised by how readily I responded to his confidence. There was something exciting about allowing somebody else to take the lead, even in such a small way. I didn’t have to plan the conversation or decide what came next. For once, I could simply listen and experience it. I held my nipples in my fingers, squeezing them hard. My nipples responded immediately and a slow moan left my lips. It reminded me that this is my most erotic zone. As the conversation continued, I became increasingly absorbed in the moment. My embarrassment faded, replaced by curiosity and a growing awareness of just how much I had missed feeling desired. Then came another instruction. Let my tongue roll over y erect, hard, sensitive nipples. I followed it, discovering that I could still surprise myself. I could still be playful. I could still feel that spark of anticipation that makes you forget about the rest of the world for a little while. Who knew? Certainly not the woman who had spent fourteen years believing that part of her life was firmly closed. He encouraged me to move lower, and I reached for my vibrator, laughing softly at myself as I did. There was something wonderfully ridiculous about how quickly an ordinary evening had turned into something I would never have imagined doing a few weeks earlier. And then, just as I was completely caught up in the moment, the call cut out. For a second, I stared at my phone. Seriously? After all that build-up, technology had decided to make an appearance. Apparently, even intimate moments weren’t safe from the usual modern inconveniences. But I was already lost in my own thoughts and feelings, and I continued enjoying my private moment. My phone rang again. Without really thinking, I answered it automatically. What I hadn’t realised was that the call had come through on FaceTime. There are moments in life when your brain simply refuses to cooperate. This was one of them. Suddenly, there he was on my screen, and there I was, caught completely off guard. I honestly couldn’t decide who received the bigger shock. Him, unexpectedly finding himself looking at me in the middle of a very private moment, or me, realising that he could see far more than I had intended him to see. For several seconds, I could barely think. Then the absurdity of the situation began to sink in. Fourteen years without sex, and when I finally started exploring that side of myself again, I managed to turn a phone call into an accidental video encounter. It was hardly the dignified return to dating I might once have imagined. But it was certainly memorable. And, judging by what happened next, it didn’t put him off. Seven Minutes A couple of days later, we arranged to meet at his apartment for dinner. I was excited, nervous and trying very hard to behave as though meeting a man I had already shared such an intimate experience with was a perfectly ordinary thing to do. It wasn’t. There was a different energy between us now. We had already crossed a boundary that most first dates never approached, and I knew there was a mutual curiosity about what might happen when we were finally in the same room. I tried not to overthink it. That, naturally, meant I overthought practically everything. When I arrived, he showed me around his apartment. The city view was beautiful, stretching out beyond the balcony, and I found myself admiring the scenery while trying not to appear too conscious of the man standing beside me. We eventually made our way into his bedroom, where he suggested lying on the bed to enjoy the view from a different angle. I settled down, still taking in the city lights, when he suddenly announced, with unmistakable amusement, that seven minutes had passed. I turned to him, puzzled. “Seven minutes since you got here,” he explained, “and you’re already naked on my bed.” I stared at him for a moment. Then I laughed. There was no denying the truth of it. We had barely begun the evening, and already I had managed to skip several chapters of the traditional dating handbook. But the truth was that I felt comfortable with him. Nervous, certainly, but comfortable too. The anticipation was there, and so was the knowledge that I was doing something I wanted to do. For the first time in fourteen years, I wasn’t wondering whether I would ever experience that kind of closeness again. I was right in the middle of it. And I was ready to enjoy every moment. Rediscovering Touch When he moved closer, the teasing laughter between us gradually softened. He kissed me, and I became acutely aware of how long it had been since I had shared that sort of closeness with another person. There was something almost overwhelming about it, not because I didn’t want it, but because I had forgotten how powerful such a simple thing could feel. A kiss. A touch. The warmth of another body beside mine. I had missed more than sex. I had missed the connection, the anticipation, the feeling of being able to communicate without having to find the perfect words. When he began kissing my breasts, I found myself wanting to tell him what I liked rather than quietly hoping he would guess. “Harder,” I told him. He responded, and a low moan escaped me before I could even think about it. There was no point pretending to be shy about what I wanted. I was a grown woman, and I had spent enough years putting parts of myself aside. If I was going to rediscover this side of my life, I wanted to be honest about what felt good and what I wanted more of. I was surprised by how quickly the nervousness began to disappear. His touch reminded me that intimacy didn’t have to be complicated. It could be playful, exploratory and full of laughter. It could involve speaking up, giving directions and discovering things about yourself that you hadn’t known, or had simply forgotten. I could feel myself relaxing into the experience. For once, I wasn’t worrying about how I looked or whether I was doing everything right. I wasn’t trying to perform some imaginary version of what a woman was supposed to be. I was simply there, enjoying the moment. And that was a wonderful feeling. When his attention moved lower, I realised just how much anticipation had been building between us. I was nervous about how my body would respond after such a long time without sex, but he was patient and attentive, allowing me to settle into the experience rather than rushing ahead. There was a little awkwardness, as there often is when two people are discovering each other. But that only made the experience feel more real. We talked. We laughed. That combination turned out to be far more important than I had expected. Seven Seconds to Heaven Oh how I have missed this. Skin and mouth against each other. I could have exploded just with that. I felt his hand against my clit and exploring my wet, hot pussy. After not having had sex for so long, I was tighter than an unclaimed virgin. He was playing with my clit, one finger in my tight pussy and immediately I was squirting all over his bed. Cumming so hard over and over. I begged him not to stop and he didn’t. He put a finger in my arse and the feeling going down the back of my legs was electrically charged. I couldn’t think, I could only feel. Over and over again I kept cuming. Just went I thought it couldn’t get any better, he got out a wand and placed it against my clit. Holy fucking hell. I came stronger that the previous 5 times. Squirting again before collapsing with exhaustion. I certainly wasn’t prepared for how attentive he would be. He seemed genuinely interested in learning what worked for me, rather than treating the evening as a race to reach a particular destination. Every time I thought I had discovered the limit of what I could comfortably experience, he seemed to find another way to surprise me. I remember laughing and telling myself that his hands could probably solve world peace. It was an outrageous thought, but I am still prepared to stand by it. The man clearly had skills. More than that, he had patience. He paid attention to my reactions and adjusted what he was doing instead of assuming that he knew everything. Before long, I was overwhelmed by sensation and struggling to put my feelings into words. I had forgotten how intense pleasure could be. I had forgotten how completely it could occupy your attention, pushing everything else into the background until there was nothing to think about except the moment itself. I remember asking him not to stop. He didn’t. The experience became increasingly intense, and I found myself reaching a point where thinking seemed almost impossible. There was no room for analysing, worrying or planning what came next. I could only concentrate on what I was feeling and trust myself to communicate when I needed something to change. When the intensity finally eased, I lay there exhausted, astonished and more than a little amused by my own reaction. Fourteen years. Fourteen years of believing that this part of my life might be behind me, and here I was, discovering that my capacity for pleasure and excitement had not disappeared at all. If anything, I was beginning to realise how much there was left to explore. And we weren’t finished discovering things yet. The Wand Just when I thought the evening couldn’t possibly surprise me any further, he introduced another item from his collection. A wand. No wonder they call it magic. The moment it tuned me I let out the loudest moan. He kissed me to muffle the sound and not let it echo through all 10 floors of the building. I was beginning to understand that this was part of what made the experience different. He wasn’t simply introducing new sensations. He was inviting me to discover what I enjoyed, When he began, I quickly discovered that the experience was far more intense than I had anticipated. My reaction took me by surprise. A much stronger orgasm and squirting over his bed. I laughed, gasped and tried to find words to describe what I was feeling, only to discover that words were becoming rather difficult to organise. I had spent so much of my life believing I needed to be in control of everything that it was almost liberating to find myself completely absorbed in the moment. The intensity built, and I reached a point where I could do little more than surrender to the experience while trusting him to pay attention to my responses. When it finally passed, I was utterly exhausted. I sank back against the bed, trying to catch my breath, with a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction that was impossible to hide. I had genuinely not expected my evening to turn out this way. But then, perhaps that was the point. I was discovering that intimacy could be an adventure, that pleasure could take many forms, and that there was no rule saying I had to have everything figured out before I began exploring. For someone who had spent fourteen years away from the world of sex, it was quite an introduction. No Need to Rush One thing worth mentioning is that penetration didn’t happen that night. There was no rush to make it happen, no expectation that we had to follow a particular sequence or reach some predetermined destination. Instead, the evening was about discovering what I enjoyed, becoming comfortable with his touch and allowing me to rediscover my body at my own pace. That mattered to me. After such a long time without sex, I had wondered how I would feel when the moment finally arrived. Would I be nervous? Would I feel awkward? Would I be able to relax? The answer, I discovered, was that I could feel all those things and still enjoy myself. I didn’t have to pretend to be experienced in everything. I didn’t have to hide my questions or act as though I knew exactly what to expect. I could be curious. I could be honest. And I could take my time. There was something reassuring about knowing that the evening didn’t have to end with penetration to be satisfying. We had shared an intimate experience, learned more about each other and opened the door to possibilities that had previously existed only in my imagination. Whatever happened next could happen when we were both ready. For now, that was enough. Dinner Can Wait By this stage, dinner had become little more than a forgotten idea. The evening had taken a very different direction from the one I had imagined when I first arrived at his apartment. Somewhere between the city view, the teasing comments and the discoveries in his bedroom, food had become decidedly unimportant. What mattered now was slowing down. He looked after me, giving me time to recover and making sure I was comfortable. There was a tenderness to that part of the evening that I hadn’t necessarily anticipated, and I appreciated it more than I could easily explain. After all the excitement, it was reassuring to experience that quieter side of intimacy. There was no need to rush away or pretend that nothing significant had happened. We could simply relax, talk and enjoy being together. I began to understand that kink wasn’t just about instructions, anticipation or trying new things. At least for me, it also involved trust, communication, boundaries and the ability to feel safe enough to explore. The attention he gave me afterwards was every bit as important as the excitement that had come before it. I had arrived at his apartment as a woman who was curious about rediscovering sex after fourteen years. I left the evening with a great deal more to think about. And a rather different understanding of what I might enjoy. When I look back on that evening, I still find myself smiling. It wasn’t simply about the physical sensations or the novelty of doing something new. It was about discovering that I hadn’t lost that part of myself. It had been waiting quietly in the background, perhaps a little neglected, but certainly not gone. I could still flirt. I could still laugh at myself. I could still feel nervous anticipation and enjoy being desired. And apparently, I could still surprise myself in ways I would never have predicted. That first phone call had opened a door. The accidental FaceTime moment had provided an unforgettable story. The seven-minute comment had given us something to laugh about, and the evening itself had introduced me to a world of possibilities I was only beginning to understand. I had no idea where the journey would lead. I only knew that I was curious, that I wanted to keep exploring, and that fourteen years was quite long enough to spend wondering what I might be missing. My return to sex hadn’t followed the script I might once have imagined. There had been no perfect romantic setting, no carefully rehearsed seduction and certainly no dignified plan. Instead, there had been laughter, nerves, unexpected discoveries and a man who seemed determined to show me that pleasure could be about far more than simply getting from one point to another. And the best part? I was only just getting started. This was right on 12 months ago. Time was needed to prepare me to extend the size of my pussy to be able to have sex. But boy was tethered a lot of fun in getting that done.

18 October 2026

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When we caught up with the couple, I don’t think I realised just how exciting the night was going to become. There was something about being together, the chemistry between us, and the way the atmosphere slowly changed that made the whole experience feel different. Before long, the four of us were sharing a moment that was intimate, exciting and a little outside the ordinary. The girl and I were both giving my husband attention, and I could see just how much he was enjoying himself. Seeing him so relaxed, happy and completely caught up in the moment made the experience even more exciting for me. I am such a giver and knowing my husband was taking it all in made me just so wet. It wasn’t just about what was happening, it was about sharing something so intimate with another woman while being there with my husband. There was a real sense of trust, excitement and spontaneity that made the memory stick with me still to this day it’s like it happened yesterday but was a few years back now. Looking back, it was one of those experiences that was hard to put into words, but definitely not something I forgot in a hurry.

13 October 2026

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“I’ll be there in an hour,” the voice on the phone said. “I want you showered, lying on your bed with a blindfold on and playing with yourself. Leave your front door unlocked, and I’ll call when I park so you know I’m there and you’re ready.” A first for me, and the thought alone had my pussy wet. I went into the bedroom and spread the sex blanket over my bed. Then I got my toys ready, making sure the small table beside the bed had everything laid out and within reach ready to see what he could chose from. The bullet, vibrator, wand, nipple clamps, finger plug, satin gloves, candles, lube, hoods, paddle, tickler and whip. Everything was lined up and ready. After my shower, I slipped into my satin robe and waited, nervous excitement building with every passing minute. Then my phone buzzed. I’m nearly there. Be five minutes. I raced into the bedroom, throwing off my robe, lay back on the bed, slipped on the blindfold and started running the wand over my clit. Immediately my level of wanting this skyrocketed. It wasn’t long before I heard the front door open and close. For a moment, my thoughts ran wild. What if it wasn’t him? What if he’d brought someone else with him? But those thoughts didn’t last long. Soon, I was lost in the sensations, soft moans escaping my lips as familiar feelings began to build deep inside me. I could feel just how wet I was, my moans growing louder as the anticipation took over. I thought I was going to lose myself completely when I felt the gentle touch of his hands caressing my body. Slowly, they moved over my legs, up my arms and across my stomach. His mouth over my breast, taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking hard just how I like it before flicking his tongue over my hard, erect nipples. At that point I nearly came. Sensual touch one of my weaknesses. A quiver ran through me as I waited, every nerve seemingly heightened by the anticipation of what would come next. I felt the bed shift as he repositioned himself beside me. His touch was unhurried, teasing my senses and leaving me eager for more. Without my sight, every other sensation seemed amplified. The sound of his breathing, the warmth of his body, the brush of his hands against my skin and the familiar scent of him all combined to make the experience feel more intense. I was completely immersed in the moment, with no desire for it to end. As the anticipation continued to build, I found myself surrendering to the sensations, allowing myself to enjoy the experience without knowing exactly what he would do next. I could feel how wet I was, the moans becoming louder. A quiver ran through me in anticipation. I felt the bed move as he put in a finger in me and gathering some of that heavenly delight. Then running his finger over my lips I opened my mouth to taste and experience what others had told me tasted great. My tongue raking off every bit of that sweet, sweet nectar. Every sense was enhanced without sight. Breathless sounds, moans, touch and scent. All affecting me in ways I didn’t want to stop. As his finger exited my mouth it was replaced by his throbbing penis. I took in his head running my tongue over his eye tasting his pre cum. Nice but not as sweet as me. As I took more of him my tongue rolled and played with his shaft. Sucking, playing, licking and taking more more of him in. I held his balls rolling them around in my hands, it’s amazing how you don’t need sight, that you just know where to move to. I could feel him getting as excited as I was until he couldn’t wait any longer and started fucking my mouth. First it was slower but soon built to become quicker, deeper and to the point I thought I was going to choke. Then the thrusts, you know the one that pound in you with every explosion cuming from him. And I swallowed it all. He took the wand that was still in my hand beside me, vibrating away. He held it to my clit as my first orgasm erupted. Next it was in me “oh my fucking god, don’t stop” I cried out. That big round head touching all of me. Again that tightening within that has you lifting and grinding your hips. My legs feeling like they were going to collapse as the lifted my hips higher. Next he was in me, my legs over his shoulders. Bringing on my next orgasm. My words and moans becoming one. “Oh god I’m cuming” as I felt him pound in me and at that moment of bliss feeling as if I was that wet that it was a swimming pool. He came after me as i was still having pulsating for the next minutes. When the intensity finally began to settle, I became aware of him lying beside me. He drew me into his arms, holding me close as we caught our breath. Eventually, I reached up and removed the blindfold. I turned towards him, smiled and finally said hello.

12 October 2026

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We met for drinks. This man very much a gentleman. The chemistry instant. The kiss before sitting, electric, Euphoric, legs weakening. Looked me straight in the eye, wow bella. No drink needed. Handed me a key, go, lay naked on yr stomach,the mask on and wait for me. Oh and leave yr stockings and heels on. He enter the room, I felt his breath on my ear. Gentle kisses on my neck, soft bites, slowly kissing down my back, opening my legs kissing around my cunt his tongue playing with my clit. Sucking the juices out of me. Stopping to tell me I'm delicious. He worked his way back up to my neck, kissing, nibbling with more intensity now. He moved off me, smacked my arse and said turn over Bella. Took the mask off. Took hold of my hands and sat me up. In front of my face was a thick, hard veiny cock. I leant forward slightly and ran my tongue along the veins and around the tip before taking it in my mouth, sucking playing with my tongue. He moaned, pulled out and said not yet Bella. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me onto his lap. He lifted me up and slowly entered my dripping wet pussy. He pulled me to him kissing and biting my neck then lips, exploring each other's mouths and tongues, becoming more intense. He grabbed my hair and arched my head back, kissing, biting my neck, roughly now. Pulling my head back towards him, kissing me, now harder, more intense and passionate. I lean into him my hard nipples against his hard chest, running my nails down his back, over his shoulders, down his chest. He does the same to me. He smacks my ass, lifts me off him and tells me to kneel on the bed. He roughly enters me. He pounds into me. Me screaming for him to fuck me hard and let me feel him explode inside me. He pumps hard, holding onto my shoulders. He screams and I feel him explode inside me at the same time as I do, cum gushing from my cunt mixed with his. We collapse on the bed, he pulls me into his arms and we kiss. We woke the next morning, more sex and made plans to meet again. They aren't called Italian stallions for nothing.

12 October 2026

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It started with a cheeky smile across the table. She had that mischievous sparkle in her eyes, the kind that promised an evening neither of us would forget. Dinner turned into laughter, playful teasing and conversations that grew increasingly flirtatious. Every glance lasted a little longer. Every accidental touch felt a little less accidental. She leaned closer and whispered, “Are you always this charming, or am I just lucky?” I smiled. “Perhaps you bring out my adventurous side.” After dinner, we wandered through the city, enjoying the cool evening breeze. Her hand brushed against mine, and this time neither of us pulled away. Under the city lights, she stopped, looked into my eyes and smiled. I gently drew her closer, and our first kiss was slow, warm and wonderfully unexpected. “Well,” she whispered, “that was worth waiting for.” The chemistry was undeniable, but neither of us wanted to rush. We found a quiet rooftop lounge, shared another drink and talked about everything from spontaneous adventures to our secret dreams. As midnight approached, she rested her head against my shoulder. “So,” she asked playfully, “what happens next?” I kissed her forehead and replied, “That depends. Are you ready for another adventure?” Her smile gave me my answer. Sometimes the best connections begin without expectations, just attraction, laughter and two people willing to explore life’s possibilities together.

10 October 2026

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While the below is fiction, it is from online play I do with someone in Germany M36. I have an office in your building, and one afternoon I ask you to come upstairs to see me. I watch as you step out of the elevator. “Come in,” I say. He walks into the office, looking slightly surprised. “You wanted to see me?” he asks, unable to hide the pleasure he feels at every opportunity to secretly admire me. I roll my chair to the side of the desk and look at him. The atmosphere between us changes immediately. There is an unmistakable tension in the room, and neither of us needs to say exactly what we’re thinking. I ask him a question in such a quiet voice that he has to come closer. “Sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.” I repeat myself even more quietly. He steps closer, and I reach out, my hand slowly moving over him. I can feel his erection even though I keep my expression deliberately composed. “Take your pants off,” I order. He looks around. The floor is empty, and the lights of the city glow through the glass walls of the office. He hesitates for only a moment before doing as I command. I reach for him and pull him closer, my eyes fixed on his. Then there is a sudden sound outside. I freeze. “Wait.” I hear movement in the hallway and quickly motion for him to get beneath my desk. I move my chair back into position, trying to look completely composed. My accountant. I had completely forgotten about the meeting I had arranged. He walks into the office and sits down. Beneath the desk, you remain perfectly still. I can feel the tension in the room as I try to concentrate on the conversation, pretending that nothing unusual is happening. Then I feel your hand move against my leg. I take a slow breath, trying desperately to remain composed. Your touch becomes more deliberate, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from making a sound as you brush your fingers across my clit A low moan escapes me anyway. The accountant pauses. “Are you okay?” “Yes, oh god yes” I manage to say, although my voice is breathy and not composed.. Beneath the desk, you continue teasing me, and every attempt I make to concentrate becomes harder. My breathing changes. I shift slightly in my chair, trying to hide the effect you’re having on me. You put your mouth on my clit at the same time removing my shoes and stockings. Your mouth stars to lick my foot. I can’t help, I slide to the chairs edge as ecstasy, hits. I can’t help it as I sing out as I orgasm and squirt. Your mouth is quickly there can Ching as much as you can. I glance down briefly, trying to hide my expression, but the look in your eyes tells me you know you’ve succeeded in making me lose my composure. I press my lips together as another involuntary sound escapes me. “Are you sure you’re all right?” the accountant asks. “Oh God, yes,” I breathe, barely managing to keep my voice steady. The tension becomes almost unbearable. Then the accountant finally notices something is wrong. His expression changes as he looks beneath the desk. For a moment, nobody moves. The surprise on his face slowly gives way to a knowing smile. He looks at me. Then at you. Then back at me. I can feel the heat rising in my face, but instead of stopping what is happening, I simply hold his gaze. You remain beneath the desk, completely absorbed in the moment, while I struggle to maintain my composure. The accountant watches quietly, a faint smile still playing across his face. Finally, he stands. Before leaving, he pauses beside the desk. “Keep enjoying yourself,” he whispers. “You’ll be mine another day.” His words send another shiver through me. He straightens and returns to his chair, leaving the secret between the three of us hanging in the air. You remain beneath the desk, and I can feel your presence even after the accountant has turned away. The accountant eventually gathers his things and stands. Before leaving, he pauses beside the desk. “Just remember,” he whispers, “every time I walk into this office, this is the position I’ll remember you in.” Then he walks away. The door closes. For several seconds, neither of us speaks. The office is silent again, except for the distant sounds of the city outside the glass walls. I look down at you. And smile, sliding down onto the floor beside you. I take you in my mouth, my tongue playing with the eye of your throbbing cock, then as I take the rest of you in my mouth, my tongues rolls and play down your shaft, sucking so hard you think I will just suck you all in right down my throat. Your moans are encouraging me to take your balls in my mouth while fingering your arse. I can feel your stomach tightening as you try to hold back, but it is now my turn to taste you. While taking you back in my mouth, I shove my fingers hard into you. And as I thrust harder and faster, I feel you blow into me. You taste so sweet and so much of it that I can’t get enough. You grab my tits, squeezing my nipples and twisting them gently. Your face is back eating my pussy. Sucking on my clit and driving me crazy. My moans are louder and louder. I beg you to fuck me. You put me in doggy position and enter from behind. I moan in satisfaction at feeling you. You start by moving slowly, gently pulling my hair as you start to move quicker and deeper. I’m starting to climb to the heights of sub space. Unable to hear what you’re saying or conscious of what’s happening. I’m on another plane. One of orgasms and bliss, with the feeling of a slight headache that can accompany it sometimes. I collapsed on the ground. Unable to move or think but after a while I can feel your arms around me, holding me while I come back. With both of us sated, I ask you to come to my home. I’ve watched you enough to know that while you loved this afternoon, your real kink is being a bitch and being used and degraded. I stand rolling down my skirt but out of the corner of my eye, I can see you watching the cum drip down my legs. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ We arrive at my home. “Can you give me 5 minutes to prepare?” I ask. You nod your head in anticipation. I tell you to come in at the end of 5 minutes and make your way to my bedroom. Waiting outside in anticipation, lusting to feel my body again as he expects to come in and find me in a sexy outfit ready to pleasure him more. I hear you come in and tell you to follow the trail of candles to my room. You enter my room letting your eyes adjust a smile on your face. But it soon leaves when you see me laying on the bed. You can smell the scent of our cum, but where you were expecting to clean me up with your mouth, my bed is covered in young men. The accountant tasting our juices and turning to smile at you. You watch as their hands all over me groping with excitement. All of them turn laughing at you. There is someone in every hole soon and they look at you to provide the two on you for their pleasure. One grabs you and rips your shirt open, while another removes your pants making sure your cock lands in his mouth as he kneels before you Almost in shock at the shift in the room you automatically begin to suck his big cock deep while you watch as I get my holes stuffed. I in turn watch you gag on his cock and spit all over it. Take it I yell at you after I remove the cock I’m sucking. I notice that the harsh tone in my voice turns you on as you watch me suck it harder, making more of a mess while you join everyone in laughing at me. Knowing my effect on you makes me feel more powerful. I tell the men to tie you to my cross. I yell at you to stop resisting and stand against it still while they tie you to it. I look at you in your bare glory, your cock out strong and proud. I walk over with my crop. I slide it up inbetween your legs slowly. Then you feel a flick just on the tip of your cock. That removed the happy glint in your eyes. I nod and the first man comes over taking your cock in his mouth. The next moves to your left nipple and the third nod sends another to your right nipple.the last man moves over and behind the cross, caressing and then fingering you anally You begin to moan loud - as his finger slides up your ass your knees buckle at the excitement. Watching as I command the room turns you on so much as I see how much you want to please me - taking the stroke of the crop with ease… One tells me “you were right - this is a good bitch to completely destroy and degrade“ he smiles as he spits in your face. The one behind you removes his finger and rams his cock into you. He pumps one and you think he is already cuming but he is pissing into your arse, laughing at you while he does. His massive cock stretches your arse wide open as you scream in pain and pleasure, feeling him fill you up as I laugh more… His cock feels huge. 13 inches in length and 6.5inches around. I put my nipple clamps on you, tightening them as tight as I can. I can see by your face that you don’t know which pain is worse, being impaled by cock or me pulling on the chain attached to your nipple clamps. Your face is marked with a painful expression as you continue to take it - seeing how i enjoy being in total control is what motivates you as the guy behind you starts to thrust his cock up your arse harder and harder … The guy in front of you taking your balls and stretching them. Pulling them down with force Seeing your determination I want to tease you with pleasure and pain to see if they work with each other. I put a vibration cock ring around your cock and balls. I see you enjoy that but the bull behind you slams even further into you at the same time. One of the guy hands me a marker “you should mark him with what he is“ he says. “Lets wreck this dumb fag“ you hear one of them say You cant help but to moan loud. I come over and write bitch on your chest. I yank the chain which send pain running through your nipples. Laughing I see your cock hard. The cock ring still vibrating, I bend and wrap my tits around your cock. Fucking you with them but yelling at you not to come At the same time one grabs the pen and writes „fag“ on your forehead … Another draws an arrow on your cheek to your mouth „cum here. As they finish writing they untie you letting you slide down on top of two of them . One is sitting and his cock slides into you. The other moves with his legs spread apart and also puts his cock in I tell another to clean you u with his mouth. As you feel your arse getting stretched by two cocks at the same time you cant help but moan and scream loud … as my mouth opens, one shoves his cock in deep With you cleaned up, I sit over you taking your cock in me. All of us moving and moaning in pleasure. I demand everyone wait to cum with me. Hands start to roam, thrusts are pumped into you so it feels confusing to you. Is it in or out you wonder until they move in unison. You can’t thrust into me but that’s okay I ride you, clenching my pussy so it pulls you while I rise. You never knew a pussy could tighten and pull so much. Another man is rubbing my clit You moan onto the cock that is gagging you as my pussy slides down your cock again and again, making it hard not to cum… You are in a trance of ecstasy as you feel my true power. I push the man in your mouth away and yell now as I jump up and place my pussy over your mouth as I squirt and cum. You eagerly are drinking it in. The men in you thrust hard and fast as they cum with the man I pushed away sucking your cum into his mouth. You feel like a dumpster for all of it as you get filled and stuffed everywhere. Juices landing all over you without stopping. As we al roll off each other I notice that while you are still in that sub space glow that you are bleeding from your arse. I see the scratches and bites from everyone over you. I tell the men to place you on the bed and go. It’s time for me to give you some aftercare my sweet faggot. I hold you but yell at you for being so weak and letting us use you. Why are you so gutless owning it like a little bitch. You tell me what you are thinking. “Mhhhmmm fuck that is so hot - still feeling cum all over me because i am worthless“ and you press your face between my big tits. Get out I yell. Keep your filthy hands off me. Go have a shower and clean yourself up I yell Instead of obedience you risk it all when you suddenly grab my legs and shove your face back into my pussy, sliding your tongue between my lips, nibbling on my clit. In a moment of clarity you stop and quickly head to the shower only to return dressed like a proper sissy whore… I hand you my wand. I tell you to use it on my clit but demand you do not get excited Dressed in your skirt, stockings, thong and top you place the wand perfectly on my clit I moan louder than earlier. Each movement making me moan louder and louder. I arch up, before yelling out that I’m cuming And as I collapse fully satisfied and exhausted. I tell you to close and lock the door as I’m in my dream like state instead of leaving, you remained inside… watching me lay there as you slide your panties to the side and stroke your cock to the view of me laying there. Go I demand and I roll over. You grab a huge dildo from my shelf. “Are you sure you want me to go” you ask. I yell at you to fuck off. I listen to you walk to the front door and leave, a small smile on my face knowing you just had hours f fun with what turns you on.

9 October 2026

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As a couple with an open relationship of 3 years, we are always open to fun and changing things up. Anything in our area needs to be discrete within a residence. After our workout session at LifeTime, we headed home for a shower and fresh juice I make each day. We arrived home pulling into the shared driveway between our home and the next door neighbour. As we did, the neighbour was shooting basketball hoops in his fitness gear. We stopped and chatted briefly, then I offered a fresh juice at our house. We often would be at one and others places having coffee or juice smoothies. His wife was often with us. He took the invite and came in to sit down at the kitchen table in the main living room with the kitchen and sofa lounge area. The table being round and glass used for breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and started making the smoothy. They sat at table and continued conversation. As they were sitting, she noticed through the table, his cock was hanging out his shorts left leg. She looked at me and motioned with her head toward the table. I moved sideways to see what she was looking at and saw it too. He was casually letting it hang there. He looked and me and grinned then at her as he realised we finally saw it both. I said to him "You need to let it out to breath?". He looked at her and she nodded slowly at him with a smile. He stood up and lowered his shorts to where they dropped to the floor. As he did she moved around to the chair next to him and sat down. I said "go ahead". With that she lifted his cock up and started playing with it. It was without doubt either side of 10" and thick. Yes we have pics we can send to those who DMs me. As it grew longer and harder, she tried to put it in her mouth, but it would only fit about half his head in. While she sucked on the head and kept massaging with her hands the length, he was moaning lightly. After a few minutes, he grabbed her hand and lifted her to stand up. He turned her toward the sofa and pulled down her lycra gym pants and g-string. Then he bent her over the back of the leather sofa and pushed her feet sideways with his feet. He grabbed his cock and started rubbing it on her vagina. She was already very wet. Then he started to push his head inside her, slowly while continuing to move it to get wet. He attempted twice to push it in, but she yelled out slow down. On the third time, it pushed past and went into her cervix, she called out and moaned. He then slowly kept pushing in and drawing out half a dozen more times. The more he done it the more she moaned. Then he sped up and started to aggressively fuck her. I walked around from kitchen to stand beside them so I could get a better look how much was going in. He was fucking hard with half of its length. Suddenly, she yells out "Im going to cum". With that she started shaking and then let out a loud yell like I've never heard before. She does orgasm, but not like that. She was breathing heavy and moaning trying to recover. He turned to me and said "she's mine now, I own her". I laughed as I thought he meant because he was fucking here then and now. As she settled he sped up again and pushed all the way in. When he finally had it fully in, she tensed up and screamed again. Another orgasm within minutes. He kept going until he started to moan and then let out a loud moan with every deep breath exhaled. He kept pushing with hard fast thrusts inside her as he was cumming. She was moaning with him. It was unlike anything I had seen before even, though we have had other large men and young guys before. He pulled back and out of her, at that point a massive amount of cum poured out of her. It was dropping in a large pool on the floor. He stood there laughing and then said to her "you won't forget that anytime soon". Then turned to me and said "I'm finished with her if you want to follow on". She was exhausted and hanging over the sofa. I walked to her and helped her stand up and walk to sit at the table seat again. She collapsed into the chair and laid backward with large grasps of air. He put his shorts back on and then said "how about the smoothy". I said sure and walked to hand him what I had made. I placed one on the table for her. He drank the smoothy quickly, then said "I have to get back home. Let's do this again". We said good bye and he left through the garage collecting his shoes. As we sat at the table, she had this huge smile on her face. I asked if she was ok, with that she replied "absolutely, I need more of that". She then said, "I'm glad he is next door". I then realised what his comment was. Clearly it has happened numerous time to him where women want to keep taking it from him. I said "Lets get you upstairs. Have a shower and change. Maybe take rest in bed." I helped her up the stairs and into the bedroom. She stopped and sat on the side of the bed. There was still drips of his cum dropping out of her as she walked. I said to her "I'll get the shower going, then help you in". As I did she laid back on the bed with legs over the side. As I walked back, I could she he vagina and the clear and white cum. I thought why not. I dropped my shorts and walked over to put my cock in her. She was sore and said "be gentle". I slowed down and opened her lips to put my cock inside. As I pushed it in, it was so loose and wet, I went straight in full length. She was just lying there as I started fucking her. She barely moved or made any noise. Not like her at all. After a few minutes, she asked "Are you nearly done?'. I grunted yes. Within a few more minutes, I moaned and came inside her. Once I'd cum I stood back up and looked at her. She was exhausted. I grabbed her hand and helped her up into the shower. We spent the next 10 minutes with me washing her and I. We finished and dried off. She went back to the bed and laid down. I went down to get the smoothies. As I returned, she said to me "I need him more. Hopefully tomorrow". I replied "ok, sure". The next morning, I went to see him over coffee. We chatted about the usual things. Both knowing the elephant in the room. Then he said "how is she?". I said she sleep extremely well. But there is something she asked to me speak to you about. He replied "what is that?" with a puzzled look. I said there is a proposition for you. She wants you more often. So you are welcome to come over anytime you want and fuck her. It needs to be discrete so her kids and family don't suspect anything. He said I need it to be discrete too as I don't need my wife knowing and causing chaos in my life. Then he smiled at me and said "I told you I owned her now". I semi laughed and then stood up. Said good bye and left. From then on, and still now, he would come over and grab her and take her to what ever was nearest and fuck her. A few weeks later, he saw us come home, as we parked the car in the garage and went to walk inside, he appeared in the garage. He already had his cock out and hard. He took her by the arm and bent her over the trunk of the Mercedes. He lifted her pink short dress and tore her gstring off. Then shoved his cock in her and fucked her hard. I stood there and watched as he literally fucked her like a dog. She once again came multiple times. I walked into the house to drop the bags off on the bench. As I did, I heard him moan and cum in her. By the time I walked back to the garage, he had pulled up his pants, and walked out. She was left laying over the trunk dripping from him. I helped her inside and said "Are you ok? That was a bit much, I think I need to speak with him". She said "No, that was amazing. He has been doing that a couple of time when I come home in the car." She continued "I told him to use me whenever he wants however he wants". I replied "Yeh, but that was rough and out of no where". She said "I like it, so don't say anything". We went into side to make lunch. As she was making food his cum was still dripping out of her all on the floor. I grabbed a paper towel and cleaned the floor and her inner legs. She kept making food like as if that is what I should be doing. It's been fun watching and sometimes her WhatsApp video calling me to watch when I am out of town on business. Fortunately there is nothing weird between all of us. He is cheeky some days, and says "how's my girl" when we are talking outside. Simple reply is "ready when you are". We always laugh. Happy stretching days for all!

5 October 2026

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It always starts with the message, I always know what the message will say but it still gives me that flutter of butterflies as I know that upon accepting his offer I know what a treat I'm in for. I smile and try not to message back straight away, but who am I kidding, of course I read the message, smile, think about how he makes my body feel and reply back straight away just like the needy slut I am. This man is like nothing I've experienced before, the way my body reacts to him, I'm an absolute goner, putty in his hands. I always bring my good vibes along and enjoy our sexual banter, he's such a tease and I bloody love it, my panties are always wet through before things have started. I have to remember to be patient and enjoy the company as well, which I do as we have have great conversations about anything and everything. but my trattorias mind can only think about his cock in my mouth and how full his cock makes me feel. He welcomes me in the door, always in a towel fresh out the shower, and yes he easy on the eyes, I struggle with the sexual attraction I have for him as he makes me very hungry for him, I do wonder if he knows this and like to tease me. We chat as always and all I can think about is his cock entering me, and how it makes me feel the anticipation knowing how he delivers that wonderful cock up into me, stay focused, stay focused ,I try telling myself but i'm only human with a hot blooded man next to me, so I think i'm excused. We have a couple of drinks and flirt with each other, making the sexual tension thick in the air, which we both love as this adds to the moment, and the knowing of what's to come He's real smooth and intelligent and oozes charisma it actually drips of this man. The flirting and tension continues as does my dripping wet panties, but we love the dance of the game we have going on. It is always me that breaks first, as I approach this sexy man i'm well aware of how turned on I am and I take a few deep breaths and take his hand and lead him into the bedroom, with a quick look over my shoulder at him with a smirk just for him, he can see in my eyes how animalistic I'm feeling and ready to be let out my cage. This incredible sexy man of a man I have for the next few hours sends a thrill of utter excitement through me. We definitely FUCK and dirty fucking is what we do best, I love how he makes me feel like that dirty little slut that's his to play with, total turn on knowing I can let loose and be free of any judgement in fact the dirtier I am with him, the more he loves it, I'm such a good girl for him, I play the part well and get right into the rhythm of becoming everything he want me to be. His cock enters me and I always gasp in bliss, his cock makes me feel so full, and I always let him know how much i love this and encourage him along with me to be that dirty boss of me. I tell him I'm ready for him to do everything he wants to me, with no limits my body is his during this time, and His cock is mine! He is so very creative with sexual positions and I'm here for it all, I tell you this guy only has to touch me and i'm ready to blow my load and often soak his cock because of this and love every moment of the feeling of his cock thrusting in me while i'm gushing every where, the feeling is like nothing I can relate it to, its just HOT, SEXY, DIRTY and so much more. He treats me like his little whore but at the same time I never feel degraded by him, the feeling knowing I'm pleasing him is rather a sexy feeling and only makes me more addicted to him and males me want nothing more thank his hard throbbing cock deep inside my welcoming pussy. He's hard and fast, but then soft and slow and always in between, he fucks me for hours, the stamina on this man is like nothing else and I love it, do I go home completely spent? Yes. but would I change a thing? Absolutely never... How or why would you change someone who's rather perfect and can make you feel things you've never felt before, yeah nah even if it takes seven days to fully recover from his throbbing hard cock. We have so much sexy fun, and love everything he gives me, but what I love from him is to watch him when we do mutual masturbation, the way he strokes his cock is one of the most sexiest things I have seen, I watch him closely as enjoy seeing the pleasure he gets, I love to add on to his own pleasure and situate myself in a position to where I can take him fully in my mouth, I love to overwhelm his cock. I always take him deep in my mouth while i have my hand on his balls gently massaging them while I ride his cock with my mouth, I actually make love to his cock I enjoy it so much, especially being balls deep. I also really enjoy hearing the changes in his breathing when I take his entire manhood deep down my throat. He is also really great at edging himself which is great as it give me a longer time with my mouth wrapped around that delicious cock of his. Over the time we have spent fucking coming up for air a few times this man has absolutely spoiled me sexually, and he is so very attentive, gotta love that right? He always makes me cum multiple times and my body always betrays me as god damn it he even makes my body shake. I can't even lie and tell him yeah it was an ok session when he knows just how he has made me feel, it's so annoying! I have to stop always vocalising how good he feels and how much I love his cock buried deep in me, yes it's true but let's face it i'm a goner for this guy, he ruins me every time I see him. It also takes me a few days to recover as my pussy takes a wonderful thrashing. The good bye is not nice for me as I want to be with this man forever, keep him, and not share him haha but i'm a grown woman who knew the rules as they were set out from day one and in all honesty I'm ok with this, he just to adorable to leave at the door. So our hug and kiss goodbye is always filled with a thank you for a great night had by both. I'm a very lucky woman to have this sexy man in my life, and will continue to have the teenage excitement it brings when I see that knowing message from him. to come play...

3 October 2026

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I went along to babylons with a gorgeous older woman I meet about a month back. This was my first time here so I did not know what to expect. We walked up the stairs together which I was a little nervous for and as we reached the top we turned and was meet by another woman at the counter. She proceeded to explain the guidelines which seemed to be directed mor to males. Any way we walk in to this dark room which is full of screens playing porn and everywhere I look is older guys masturbating… jeez anyway we find a little knock and we close the door. We get straight into it, the passion was unmatched, I’m sitting down she is on top of me and we have our youngest down each others throats. She pulls my cock out and I just can’t wait so I just reached for her pussy to feel and wow she is dripping wet. My cock slides right in, before you know it, all the guys that were in the room are now looking through there cracks in the wall and looking over the top of the wall while I absolutely go to town on her. She is moaning so loud and fuming every 10 minutes it was fucking 🔥 hot

29 September 2026

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After Vicki's first solo ten man gangbang, she began to count down the days for the next regular gangbang party. It was at a large house in the suburbs with around thirty guys and six women. The party was well underway when we arrived. There was a double bed in a large room and some more beds at the rear of the house. We stripped down in the change room and walked around the house. Vicki chose a room with an open fire and mattresses on the floor. As she organised herself, half a dozen naked guys were standing around massaging their cocks with one hand with a ready to roll condom in the other. Once Vicki was comfortable in her surrounds she sat down on the mattress-covered floor, legs bent, feet apart, wearing only black mesh stay-up stockings and black high-heeled thigh-high fuck-me-boots. She looked at the six guys in front of her while she rubbed some lube into her pussy. Who's first? she asked. Mr First already had his condom on and he wasted no time sliding his cock into Vicki's wet pussy. I watched as she became more relaxed and comfortable as she fucked the first three guys. I wandered off through the rest of the house. There was a guy and his wife in the corridor, she was naked and laying on a hospital gurney. He suggested I climb on the gurney and climb on her. It sounded like good advice so I put on a condom and climbed on board for the ride. It was a bit strange with him hovering so I was pleased to dismount and look further afield. At the rear of the house, an attractive woman was fucking on a large bed. When the guy fucking finished and climbed off the bed, she started to move as well. I told her I wanted to fuck her and she said okay and moved back to the middle of the bed with her legs apart. I rolled the condom over my rock-hard cock and slid it into her. I went back to Vicki's work-room and found her on her hands and knees with a guy pounding her pussy from behind. There were a couple of guys in the room watching. When the fucker pulled out and the other guys did not make a move towards Vicki I decided it was time I slid my cock into her. Vicki always enjoys a ninja fuck, where she does not see the owner of the new cock suddenly inside her. At this point, one of the guys in the room told me I needed to put a condom on. Hearing this, Vicki turned her head to see who had just put his cock into her. She saw me and said: “Oh, it's you!” I turned to the condom-aware guy and told him I had chauffeur rights as I slid my cock in and out of Vicki's by now well-fucked pussy. Later in the evening, Vicki and I went into the main bedroom where two women were on the bed as two guys took turns fucking them. As we stood watching the action on the bed, I got behind Vicki, bent her over and slid my cock into her well-fucked pussy. There was a guy standing next to me as I fucked Vicki. He showed me the condom on his cock, I pulled my cock out of Vicki's pussy and watched as the new guy slid his cock into her. We drove home talking about the night. Vicki told me she had fucked twelve guys, not including repeats. She told me we were definitely going to the next gangbang. Once in bed, with my cock inside her, Vicki told me how excited she was to have done what she had done, at some point mumbling quietly to herself. As I drove my cock into her, I asked her, “Did you say, 'You slut, Vicki?'” She said yes! I drove my cock into her harder and faster until we came together.

27 September 2026

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The son just rang me to see how I was and I told him I am in pain and need the ointment rubbed in but I can’t reach and his mother in law was there and she said she would over and I was excited as he have had a sexual encounter previously and was hoping for another encounter and I wasn’t disappointed as soon as she arrived she said go and have a shower and get heat into hip I did and she came in to the bathroom and I decided to push my luck and flicked some water at her and wet her clothes and said she can’t go home wet so she stripped off and put her clothes in the dryer and I said to her it’s not fair I am naked and she has her bra and panties on she took them of and while massaging the ointment if my old fella started to rinse and as she said she will have to take care of that and next thing she’s sucking on it and hi had to stop her before I blew and she lead me to the bedroom and pushed me down and sat on my face and said start sucking who was I to argue and after I got a face full she started sucking on my cock and as soon as it was hard she sat on it it didn’t take much before I blew and she said she was going home after he clothes dry and she will swing by tomorrow and about 1/2 a hour later she rang me and said she’s going to come back and stay at my place and as she is working tomorrow it’s easier for her to go to work from my place I hope she changes her mind and don't go to work and we can have a long session but then again hopefully tonight or not long after she gets back I just can’t believe my luck this year sex wise but I am not going to complain

26 September 2026

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The room was cool against my skin, carrying the faint scent of rain through the open window. Somewhere outside, water tapped steadily against the glass. He stood close enough that I could feel the warmth of him without being touched. His gaze held mine. Then his hand settled at my waist. His palm was warm through the thin fabric of my clothes, his fingertips pressing just firmly enough to make me aware of every inch of contact. I drew in a slow breath. He smelled faintly of aftershave and clean skin. “You’re trembling,” he murmured. The words sent another shiver through me. His thumb moved once, slowly, along my waist. The room seemed suddenly quieter—the rain softer, the air warmer, my heartbeat louder. “Still want this?” I nodded. He leaned closer, and his breath brushed my cheek, warm against the cool air. His lips hovered a fraction from mine, close enough that anticipation became almost unbearable. Then he kissed me. Slowly. Soft at first, barely more than a promise, before lingering just long enough to leave me wanting more. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath, the faint curve of his smile. Neither of us spoke. We didn't need to.

26 September 2026

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This goes back to the 90s when the glorious ACM contacts was in circulation. I was 19, lean not feminine but good looking....and I was extremely randy. I came across an ad from a couple in their 40s looking for a younger submissive guy for fun. Hey...that's me, the little voice said in my head. Cut a long story short, after some slow mail and a flurry of calls, the husband picked me up from the Footscray train station. I sad hi, clearly he was impressed... I wasn't. Tall rather unattractive bloke whose hand was constantly shifting from the gear shift to my cock while getting lost in suburbia. Apparently my cock didn't mind the attention so who am I to put up a fight. Not to mention, I lived in the eastern burbs so being kick out of the car, 50 kms from home wasn't all that appealing. So we finally pull up, go inside, introduced me to his wife who had a nice smile. Officially introduced ourselves. Sat on the couch between the two with the husband doing all the talking. Do you like crossdressers?... and without waiting for a response he proceeded to put on a porn with CDs and bondage. My response was... gulp, yes? My ears f my like they were on fire. Then he told me about him being a CD in his younger years and his wife will help me to get dressed and do make up. Never done this before, never been with a man and it was pretty obvious that things were going in that direction. So the wide pulls me off the couch, to the bedroom, corset laid out, short shirt, really short skirt. Next thing I know, she was putting red lipstick on and eye shadow and then a short blonde wig. I'd like to say I was pretty but I really just looked like a CD that a cat dragged in. At least it gave me a nice shape. Then the husband was in with a raging hard on. Wife quickly undresses and pulls out a bag from under the bed. Cuffs come out, behind my back, pushes me down on my knees and stuffed my mouth with his cock while his wife was watching us with intent. Never sucked a cock before but I did start to enjoy the kink aspect of it so I gave it my best shot. Then I get pulled up on the bed, hands still cuffed behind my back, ass sticking up in the air. Wife kissed me on my cheek and held my face while I could feel his hand applying Vaseline to my hole. The next thing I know, the head pops...feeling a mighty uncomfortable pressure while his wife was literally comforting me while keeping and eye on proceedings To her husband credit he was trying to be gentle and careful. I think I was too far gone with the flow to put up a fight so after about 20 minutes of trying, probing and loosening, he was in me.. fucking me deep but slow. My cock was swinging to his rhythm which at this stage was in her hand, milking with the movement of his thrust. I was hot, sweating, wig came of and then his stiffened and I swear I could feel his load rocket inside of me My knees were shaking, the wife undid the cuffs and laid next to me, calming me. As a 19 year old, first time being fucked.. I was overwhelmed but I guess, in a good way. My butt was sore, I could feel his cum dripping out of me. ...and then while in trying to find my place in the world as a newly initiated CD bi guy, he goes, I'll drop you off at the station Wife helped me to undress, wiped the make up off and pushed me into the shower. Within 15 minutes, I was in his car, telling me how much fun this was. Dropped me off and said call me next week. I muttered something but never called. All I knew was that I just been fucked and I haven't even had the chance to fuck her. She did have nice firm hands. So while this was hugely unexpected, it started me on an interesting path in my youth.

24 September 2026

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I am staying at my sons place after I was discharged from hospital after a fall and the sons mother in law stayed with me last Wednesday as my son and daughter in law had to go to Canberra for a friend of theres wedding this weekend and my sons mother in-law offered to stay with me and any way she had to rub ointment in to my hip and as we had had a sexual encounter last week I didn’t have a problem been naked and I had a shower to get a bit of heat into my hip and came out of the shower totally naked and as she said to me it looks like I AM excited and after she massage and rubbed the ointment into my hip she said she needed to take care of my stiffy and who was I to argue and she stripped off and as soon as I seen her hairy pussy I felt cum coming out and as soon as she seen that she said it’s not going to be wasted and put her mouth to work and after I gave her a month full of cum she said let’s see if I remember how to use my tongue on her hairy pussy and she sat on my face to make sure I got my tongue in as deep as possible and after she gave me a month full of her juices she started sucking on my cock and as soon as it was hard that didn't take long she sat on my cock and road me facing me so I could get to her nipples and gee they tasted fantastic and after I unloaded in side her she got off me and went and had a shower and asked me if I was going and join her I did and we had a good wash of each other and adjoin to the bed were we didn’t get much sleep and I can’t believe my luck the last couple of months sex wise and hopefully it we keep happening

20 September 2026

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I had a fall and a couple of days in hospital as I hurt my right hip and they told me I can’t go home to be on my own so my son said I can’t go home and I was staying at his place till the DRS give me the ok to be on my own and the daughter inlaw got a call into work and her mother came over and stayed at there place with me to make sure I rested and I was saying I needed a pain killer and I had that and she said she would massage my hip so I stripped down to my undies and while she was leaving over to massage my hip I got caught having a good look at her double D boobs and she said it looks like I liked what I was looking at and I looked down to see I had a stiffey and she said it was a shame to keep it covered up and next thing she’s taking her top and bra off and I said it not fair that I had nothing on down below so she stepped out of her dress and panties and there before me was one hairy pussy and she went back to massage my hip and brushing her hands over my cock and next thing I know I had some pre cum leaking and next thing she took it in her mouth and gee she was good as I don’t blow as quickly as I did and after I gave her a month full she said it was my turn and she sat on my face and put my tongue to work and after a couple of minutes she said to open wide and shit she gave me a month full and she went back to massaging my hip and my old fella got hard again and she got on top of me and rode me stuff the pain I was in and what seem like for ever I said I was coming and she told me to wait as she was coming as well her daughter rang and asked if I was resting she told her I was in bed resting I wouldn’t call it resting but if that’s resting I can’t wait to have her massaging my hip again

16 September 2026

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She was 53, listed as “single, open to fun, no games.” Her photos showed a woman who took care of herself—soft blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, fair skin, dark lashes framing expressive eyes, and a full, soft mouth that looked like it knew how to smile and how to beg. We matched on a quiet Sunday evening. The messages started light, then turned honest fast. She liked that I didn’t pretend to be younger or cooler than I was. By Wednesday morning we were trading photos of coffee cups and dirty jokes. At 11:17 a.m. she sent: Sunny Wednesday. My place. 4:00. Door’s unlocked if you’re late. Don’t be late. I wasn’t. The apartment was on the third floor of a quiet brick building. Afternoon light poured through the hallway windows. I knocked once. The door opened almost immediately. She stood there in a deep emerald silk robe that clung to her hips and breasts. The belt was loosely tied. Black lace and thin straps peeked at the neckline. Tall black knee-high boots with a modest heel framed her calves. Her blonde hair was pulled back into that same loose ponytail, a few soft strands framing her face, and she smelled like warm skin and something citrusy. Her eyes met mine directly, dark lashes lowering just a fraction as she looked me over. “Hi,” she said, voice low. “You’re on time.” I stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me. She didn’t move. She just looked at me for a long second, then took my hand and led me to the wide, low couch by the window. Sunlight striped the cushions. She turned, put both hands on my chest, and shoved—not hard, but decisive. I sat. She climbed onto my lap, knees on either side of my thighs, the silk robe sliding open as she settled her weight on me. She didn’t kiss me right away. She rolled her hips once, slow, letting me feel the heat of her through the thin barrier of my jeans and her lingerie. Then she leaned in and kissed me the way someone kisses when they already know they’re going to get what they want—patient, thorough, tongue sliding against mine, teeth grazing my lower lip. I could feel her breathing change. Her hands went to the belt of the robe. One tug and the silk fell open. The lingerie was pure black and deliberately revealing. A strappy bra with thin bands that framed and lifted her full breasts, small gold hardware glinting at the centre. Matching high-cut panties sat low on her hips. A wide lace garter belt cinched her waist, with delicate straps running down to hold sheer black stockings that had a clear seam running up the back of each leg. The tall black boots stayed on, the tops of them just below the lace bands of the stockings. She rolled her hips again, grinding the already-damp crotch of those panties against the hard line of my cock. The friction was deliberate—long, slow strokes that made her breath hitch every time the seam of the lace dragged over her clit. “Feel that?” she murmured against my mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this since last night.” I put my hands on her ass, guiding the grind, keeping it slow. She tried to speed up. I held her hips and forced the pace back down. She made a soft, frustrated sound and kissed me harder. We stayed like that for a long time—her grinding, me controlling the pressure, the wet heat of her soaking through denim until my cock was aching. Every time her breathing got sharp and her thighs started to shake, I eased the pressure, made her circle instead of press. She cursed under her breath, her ponytail shifting as she moved. “Please… just a little harder—” I didn’t. I kept her right on the edge, rocking her against me until she was trembling and the front of my jeans was a dark, wet patch. Only then did I lift her off my lap and lay her back on the couch. I knelt between her legs, hooked my fingers in the sides of the black panties, and peeled them down over the garter straps, stockings and boots. She was shaved smooth except for a neat strip, and already glistening. I spread her open with my thumbs and licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. She arched hard. I did it again, then settled in—flat tongue, steady pressure, circling her clit without ever giving her the direct suction she was chasing. Every time her hips lifted and her hand came down to push my head closer, I pulled back just enough. I slid two fingers inside her, curled them, stroked that spot that made her thighs clamp around my ears, but the moment her walls started fluttering I slowed everything down. Licked softer. Fingers still. She was dripping down my chin, gasping, begging. Her dark lashes fluttered as she looked down at me. “Please—fuck—don’t stop, I’m so close—” I stopped completely. Sat back on my heels and watched her. Her chest heaved. The strappy black bra still framed her breasts; her nipples strained against the thin fabric. Soft blonde strands had come loose from the ponytail around her flushed face. The lace of the garter belt sat snug against her soft stomach. She reached between her legs and I caught her wrist. “Not yet.” I stood, stripped, then pulled her up and turned her around. Bent her over the arm of the couch so her boots stayed planted on the floor and her ass was high. The seams of the stockings ran straight up the backs of her thighs. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slick folds, coating myself, then pushed in slow. She was tight and soaked and burning hot. I bottomed out and stayed there, grinding in tiny circles, feeling her clench around me. When I started thrusting it was deep and measured—long strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside her. Her hands fisted the cushions. She tried to push back harder, to take me faster. I held her hips and kept the rhythm cruelly steady. Every time her voice climbed and her body went tight, I stopped moving. Just stayed buried inside her while she trembled and swore and begged. “Please let me come. Please. I’ve been good—” I pulled out completely. Turned her around, sat on the couch, and pulled her onto my lap facing me again. She sank down with a broken moan, taking every inch. I held her by the waist and made her ride me slow—up until only the head remained, then down in a controlled slide. The boots framed my hips. The garter straps dug lightly into her soft thighs. Her full breasts moved within the strappy black bra until I reached up, unhooked it, and tossed it aside. I sucked one nipple into my mouth while she rode, tongue flicking, teeth grazing. Her head fell back, the ponytail swinging, more blonde strands coming free. Her hands tangled in my hair. Those dark lashes lowered as pleasure tightened her face. Again I felt her start to peak—walls fluttering, thighs shaking, breath coming in high, desperate sounds. I locked my arms around her and held her still, fully seated, not allowing even the smallest movement. “No—god—please—” I waited until the tension eased, then started again. We shifted positions over the next stretch of time: her on her back with her legs over my shoulders, boots in the air, the seams of the stockings running up the backs of her legs as I folded her nearly in half and fucked her deep and slow; then on her side, one knee drawn up, me spooned behind her, one hand on her clit, rubbing in tight circles while I thrust shallow and controlled, the lace garter belt still snug around her waist; then on all fours on the rug in the patch of sunlight, me behind her, one hand fisted in her blonde ponytail, the other spanning her hip, keeping every stroke measured while the straps of the garter belt shifted against her skin. Each time she climbed toward orgasm I pulled her back from the edge—stopped moving, pulled out, or simply held her still until the urgency faded enough to start over. Her begging grew ragged. Tears stood in her eyes more than once, dark lashes wet. She was soaked, trembling, her body shiny with sweat. The black stockings were slightly twisted. The boots stayed on. Every time she whispered or sobbed “please, please let me come, I’ll do anything,” I kissed her or bit her shoulder or simply shook my head and started the slow build again. After what felt like a full hour of this—her voice hoarse, her thighs shaking constantly, her cunt so sensitive that even the lightest touch made her jump—I finally settled her on her back on the couch again. I pushed her knees wide, settled between them, and slid back inside her in one long thrust. This time I didn’t stop. I fucked her with deep, steady strokes, my thumb circling her clit in firm, wet pressure. Her eyes flew open. She grabbed my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “Yes—please—don’t stop this time—” I leaned down, mouth against her ear. “Come for me.” The permission broke her. Her whole body arched, a raw cry tearing out of her throat as she came hard around my cock—clenching, pulsing, flooding me. I kept thrusting through it, kept my thumb moving, dragged the orgasm out until she was sobbing and shaking and trying to twist away from the intensity. Only when the last waves finally eased did I let myself go, burying myself deep and coming inside her with a low groan. We stayed like that for a long time afterward, still joined, her boots hooked loosely around my calves, the late afternoon sun painting both of us gold. Her pulse hammered under my palm. Soft blonde strands clung to her damp cheeks, the ponytail half-undone. The lace of the garter belt was still in place, slightly askew. She turned her head and kissed the corner of my mouth, soft and spent, those dark lashes lowering as she looked at me. “Next time,” she whispered, “you’re not allowed to be this mean.” I smiled against her skin. “We’ll see.

14 September 2026

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We had been chatting to Richard and Gloria from the site for several days before we finally arranged to meet up. Christy and I met them at the Kent Hotel on the weekend to share a meal and a few drinks. They appeared to be extremely welcoming and after dinner travelled to their home. We arrived at their home and were escorted to the lounge room. There was a bar and a large L-shaped sofa. Richard put some music on and made some drinks, while the girls started to dance. They were both wearing short dresses that showed off their bodies as they put on a show for us with their seductive moves. It ended up with the girls snuggling together as their bodies pressed against each other before giggling and then returning and sitting next to us, Gloria next to her husband and Christy next to me. They then placed their hands on the erections that they had caused. The atmosphere was friendly and relaxed and we chatted as we continued to drink and get cosy on the sofa. It wasn’t long before we were all getting down to some heavy kissing and fondling . As Christy and I kissed, her hand was rubbing my cock through my trousers while I had my hand beneath her short skirt, massaging her pussy through the lacy front of her panties. I frequently looked over to our hosts and observed they were similarly engaged and by this time Gloria had released her man’s hard cock and was busy sucking him off. It was a big turn on to be so close to another couple, and Christy must have sensed my arousal as she looked up to follow my gaze and smiled approvingly. Apparently this was all the encouragement she needed to release my own cock and slide down to take it into her mouth. Richard and I made eye contact at that point and we both smiled in acknowledgement of what lucky guys we were. My attention at this time was split between seeing my beautiful wife skilfully pleasuring my cock and watching our new friends as they enjoyed themselves too. Gloria was now on her knees on the floor as she sucked Richard’s cock and I noticed that her bare ass was now exposed. I had a good look at her gorgeous ass before noticing that her husband was doing the same to Christy, whose dress had also ridden up to expose her perfect behind. At this point Gloria stopped for a drink, prompting Christy to do the same before they both stood and walked towards each other. They kissed once again and I felt a massive jolt of arousal as I noticed Gloria briefly run her fingers beneath the hem of Christy’s dress, caressing the soft warm flesh at the top of her thigh. The girls then broke their embrace and each moved to swap places, taking up positions on their knees before each other’s partner. Richard and I once again exchanged looks of approval as the girls reached for each of our erections. As Gloria took my cock in her hand and guided it into her mouth, she locked her eyes on mine and I felt a surge of blood to my penis as felt her tongue teasing my shaft. At the same time I looked towards the other end of the sofa and saw Christy just as she placed her lips around the head of Richards’s cock and into her mouth too. It was such an intense experience seeing my beautiful wife sucking another man’s cock and I felt more blood surging into my cock as I became even more aroused. Gloria gave an awesome blow job and it felt amazing to feel her soft lips and tongue running up and down along my shaft and as I continued to watch Christy pleasuring Richard. It was clear he was similarly impressed with her oral skills. I felt Gloria release me from her mouth. She stood up and kissed me briefly before moving along the sofa towards Christy and Richard. She placed her hand on Christy’s ass, which was once again exposed to reveal her black G-String between her perfect ass cheeks. I watched as Gloria reached down to Christy’s crotch and begin rubbing her thee. I couldn’t take my eyes off Christy as she looked up and Gloria leaned in to kiss her. They continued to kiss as they leaned back in to place their mouths around Richard’s big cock. He looked over to me and looked extremely happy to have the attention of two beautiful women. However, this was only a brief distraction until Gloria began kissing Christy more and began pushing her back onto the sofa, I watched Christy intently, knowing this was her first experience with another woman and anxious to see how she’d react. She made eye contact with me very briefly as Gloria removed her black G-string before she closed her eyes. She bit her bottom lip as Gloria placed her mouth on her pussy and began to work her tongue between Christy’s lips. I don’t think I had ever been as turned on as I was seeing Christy responding to Gloria eating her out, and I couldn’t help but rub my cock as I took in the spectacle. Looking past the girls for a second, I wasn’t surprised to see Richard doing the same. This went on for the next ten minutes as I watched Christy writhe in ecstasy and moan softly, arching her back in response to Gloria’s fingers and tongue. Then I watched as Gloria came up for air and moved up to kiss Christy passionately. Christy pulled her in close that left no doubt that she had enjoyed the experience. As the kiss concluded I saw Richard moving in to kiss his wife and I knew he was keen to taste my wife’s juices on his wife’s lips. Christy looked at me contently as the other couple kissed and reached out her hand for me, so I shuffled along the sofa until I was close enough to hold her hand. She smiled at me before turning back to look at Richard and Gloria, who stopped kissing and looked at us both. At this point Gloria returned her attention to me and moved to kiss me as I saw Richard moving in to kiss Christy too before positioning himself on the floor on his knees before her, giving himself a perfect view of her pussy. Christy and I made eye contact as Richard moved in to taste her for the first time. Her eyes closed and it was clear she was enjoying the feel of another tongue exploring her. I found myself extremely turned on as I witnessed her being pleasured by another man. At the same time I was enjoying the feeling of his wife’s hand stroking my cock. I reached my hand between her thighs and found easy access to her very wet pussy. She responded enthusiastically as my fingers slid between her lips and around her clit. As I did this, I was watching Christy losing herself again as her delicious pussy was once again devoured. As I continued to play with his wife’s pussy, I saw Richard look at us before rising up to kiss Christy on the mouth. I saw my wife look slightly hesitant and flash a glance at me but I squeezed her hand reassuringly, which apparently gave her the comfort to continue and she kissed Richard back. This was the signal he clearly needed and I felt myself utterly overwhelmed with arousal as he reached down and began to rub the tip of his big cock against her pussy. I was fixated on Christy’s expression as Richard began to slowly push his big cock inside her and she turned briefly t look at me again. I could see from the look she gave that it felt good, but I flt her hand squeezing mine tightly and pulling me closer so I leaned in and she kissed my hand. I felt her tense as Richard pushed deeper inside her and she let out a gasp as he thrust the last couple of ‘extra’ inches into her. I pulled back slightly as began to fuck her slowly and watched as Christy began to relax into it. Her hand released mine and she reached to stroke her hands down Richard’s back. Meanwhile, I turned back to Gloria who was smiling at me again. She moved closer and pushed me back onto the sofa, my hard cock standing proudly before her. I had a good view down the sofa, to where my wife was being fucked by Gloria’s husband as Gloria turned and swung a leg over me to position her pussy over my face and her face over my crotch. I felt her take me into her mouth again as I grabbed her ass and began licking her pussy. She was very juicy and clearly very turned on as she pressed herself against me, forcing my tongue deeper into her. I devoured her pussy greedily, my tongue probing between her lips and teasing around her clit before moving my attention to her asshole. I had a thing for rimming but Christy wasn’t to that, anyway, I had been lusting after Gloria’s pretty hole since I first saw photos of it. I placed my hands on her buttocks and spread them to reveal her puckered opening and probe inside her. Judging from the noises she was making, Gloria was enjoying the attention and stopped sucking me briefly to look back over her shoulder at me and then she told me she wanted my hard cock inside her. I didn’t take any convincing and we began to reposition ourselves. As we did I watched as she leaned over to kiss Richard as he continued to fuck Christy. I had an awesome view of his thick long cock sliding in and out of her, and she looked over at me with a contented smile before Gloria returned to position herself on all fours in front of me. Richard and Christy were both watching as I took hold of my cock and guided it into Gloria’s juicy pussy. It felt incredible and I grabbed hold of her hips as I began to slide myself in and out of her. I was watching Christy and Richard still as I fucked Gloria; their fucking had become more intense as he thrust harder into her and squeezed her hard nipples. Christy was obviously loving how he fucked her and I could see her grabbing his ass and digging her nails into his cheeks. I watched as he leaned in to kiss her hard, making Christy moan as he did. This was such an intense turn on and it had me thrusting even harder into Gloria, who was also moaning by this stage. The air was filled with the sound of our cocks slamming into juicy pussies and moans of pleasure as we all began to reach our climaxes. I watched as Christy lost herself in orgasm as Richard filled her with his hot thick cum. Such an incredible horny sight, seeing my beautiful wife cumming on another guy’s cock and it tipped me over the edge as I pounded Gloria’s delicious pussy with everything I had, shooting my own cum deep into her as she pushed herself hard back onto me. We were all silent after the intense climax and I saw Richard and Christy snogging. Gloria also turned and we kissed too, her gorgeous lips on mine and our tongues lazily probing each other’s mouths. After a couple of minutes we all stopped for a drink and chatted; the atmosphere was great as we all sat naked and relaxed. I held Christy tight and we kissed passionately, my hands exploring her sweat-drenched body, and I was already getting hard again.

12 September 2026

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Blindfolded How did she get here? Blindfolded, naked except for six-inch black heels and handcuffed. The anxiety spread through her like a wave of shadow. When it reached the warmth in her hips, memory transmuted it into excitement. She was here because she chose to be. She took a breath. The smell of rubber, leather and dampness was the perfume of sex, her own or someone else? Crowd sounds. Her best girlfriend couldn't imagine anyone trusting another enough to play a game like this. Occasionally she worried too, then she'd feel his hands, look into his eyes, hear his voice, and she would melt. When she was seen with him, her other girlfriends and even strangers looked at them quizzically. Her smile said she was happy, and that confused them because she was gorgeous and he was soft, kind, but rather plain, maybe a little too loud. The girls wanted to know what it was about him; she'd always answer enigmatically. She liked the mystery. She wanted to keep him as secret as the games they played. She jumped. She'd got lost in her thoughts. He liked that; he'd leave her alone for a while, then randomly touch her. She would never know what kind of sensation he'd touch with next – gentleness, sharpness, pain, deeply massaging a pressure point, a warm breath blowing at the back of her neck. This time, it seemed as if someone had accidentally bumped into her. She could hear the voices of the party around her. It intensified the weird feelings she had about being naked in what sounded like a crowded party without knowing where she was or who was there. She hoped he wouldn't spoil it by taking the blindfold off before they got home. She didn't want to know. She felt safe in the darkness, as if her not seeing them meant they couldn't see her, or at least recognise her. Some voices sounded familiar, but she didn't want to know. He was so amazing. When they first arrived, he played her into a heightened sensitivity that let her feel people's presence as they walked past without touching her. Occasionally she'd hear people start to talk about her as if she was an object to admire, then they'd suddenly stop. She knew he was there, protecting her, controlling the game, because she would recognise the low buzz of his voice, even with the music and the loud conversations all around her. It gave her the feeling of comfort, the feeling that everything happening was under his control. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard and felt him whisper. The hot breath and the gentle touch of his lips distracted her so much she almost didn't hear what he said. But then the words penetrated, as if they'd reached down and taken control of the muscles inside her and started them pulsing. Her back tensed, projecting her breasts forward. He didn't touch her, yet she could feel him like a trickle running down her back. She knew from previous experiences that his hand was about two or three centimetres from her. It was more powerful than a touch because it felt like it was inside her. She'd read his writing, she'd read other stuff about healing and energy and spirit, and it had seemed like a fantasy, romantic clap-trap, that she wished was real. Her powerful sceptical intellect, her doubtful inner protector, had thought it a nice idea but… then he'd seem to prove it to her, but… it could have been delusion, some kind of hypnosis, but… it didn't matter. The intensity of the experiences cut off her wandering, dissociated mind with full-bodied experiences that made even her masturbation pale. Did he realise how hard it was to give herself the way she did? He seemed to. He made her re-affirm it to the point where it was sometimes distracting. It made him human, those moments of insecurity, or was it just humility, or was it part of the game; because the more she heard herself committing, the further she would be willing to go. The more aware she was of her control, her choice, the more trust she felt in herself, the greater the release she could allow. She was rolling her hips in a way that intensified the pulses she was doing inside. If he'd let her think about the fact that she had an audience, she'd have realised how erotic this sitting belly dance was. The music and voices fell away. Had they stopped to watch her? Or was it that cone of silence he seemed to be able to create by getting her so focused on her body and him together? "Stand up." She couldn't ignore anything he said at this point. Standing took away the sense of support, of hiding that sitting gave her. The cooling nakedness of her backside and legs, the imbalance of trusting her body to keep her upright without eyesight as a reference, the fact that he'd said to flex her internal muscles so that it felt like she was being lifted by her "cunt" through her spine all leapt her to a much deeper state, a higher state of intensity. Even the fact that he used that word, so crude, so forbidden, so intense, it entered her almost physically. It made her wonder if he was going to fuck her… here in public. She liked the idea – porn star. But he didn't do that much. He'd taken her all these places because the games didn't let her take the familiar route to pleasure. It was part of his control. He asked a lot of her, more concentration than she'd ever given anything, but he made it easy because she didn't want to miss out on what would happen next. It was basic behaviourism. If she paid attention, the rewards were serious. It wasn't an orgasm; it was more and yet less. There wasn't really a word or words to describe it, maybe poetry? Orgasm was an active event: muscles tensing on the outside and inside, and inside, a kind of wave of emptiness that sometimes seemed like liquid rainbows. This experience had the internal aspects of orgasm that filled her up, so that nothing outside existed. It was both passive and active. She followed him, yet was always in charge, actively participating and creating more than in the simplicity of orgasm. She knew orgasms. She made them. She'd discovered them for herself. This was something he'd shown her, yet she had control but didn't feel it. Free will. A serious philosophical problem she couldn't think about right then. And when she did later, it was like trying to stretch her brain past its natural limits. When he talked about it, it made sense, and yet he'd stop, confused, searching... words, concepts, metaphors. He would bow his head in frustration. He'd talk about the way surfers can't control a wave but can do a lot with it. He told her to move her feet wider, and tilt her hips so that her privates were facing towards the front. She knew this position; he used it a lot. She settled herself for a familiar experience. He would touch her gently at first with his hands and some other soft stuff – feathers maybe, or suede, fur, silk – then the intensity would build 'til it was painful, but not pain like the people thought, rather the pain of too much pleasure. When you build up that internal aspect of orgasm without letting it free, all kinds of things happen. New things, old emotions and sensations took on new meanings. Suddenly he went in an unexpected direction. He ordered her to kneel. Again, keeping her balance was a challenge. He said: "Not good enough." He came over to her and whispered: "Be graceful… feel your back, then use your cunt again… stand up!" This time she stood up gracefully. "Kneel down!" She was confused about how flexing her internal muscles could help her kneel gracefully, especially with the heels she was wearing. She stumbled. She wanted so much to get it right. She felt a pang of anger because he was forcing her to do something so stupid. He ordered her to do it again. This time, her anger got her up and got her down. He repeated this a few times until she was proud of doing it right, and she felt herself releasing to him again. This simple action, requiring so much concentration, had her inside herself again, feeling the internal muscles sending pulses up through her; it had turned from an irritating nothing into an erotic ballet. He seemed to know when she didn't flex them and would remind her. As the excitement built, it was becoming so simple it felt like a force outside herself was lifting her. Then something touched her from behind. The sensation exploded through her. It was not where his voice was coming from. Distracted, she fell forward into his arms. He held her in a tight embrace. She felt large breasts and a large body, the texture of a leather corset, hugging her from behind, and the hand covered in the disguise of rubber entering her. She moaned. She released into the embrace almost like a faint. Suddenly, tears and a howling moan came from nowhere. Normally there's a geography to feelings, a place of origin and a pathway, but this came out of her like a lost child finally finding her parents. They held her. She emptied herself into them. They held her for a long time after she'd stopped making any sounds, after her breathing had calmed, after she had settled, until she asked for them to release her. She asked him if she could take off the blindfold. He said it was up to her. She looked around, embarrassed, makeup smeared, eyes red. "Can we go home?" She said quietly. He uncuffed her, put her overcoat around her shoulders and headed for the door. As they reached it, a man came up. "Did you have fun?" He asked cheerfully. She smiled lamely. He spoke for them. Thanked the man for the party, asking him to pass on their best wishes to his wife. As he went to open the door, she hesitated. She was going into the street naked. They looked at each other in silence for a moment. He opened the door, and they walked out into a suburban area with a lot of forest around and through it. She grabbed the overcoat, wrapped it tightly around her, and hugged close to him. In the car, he said she could take off her shoes. And reached over the back seat for some satiny silk pyjamas, hung them over the seat and her shoulder. She took them and hugged them, enjoying the texture, the softness. At first she used them like a pillow against the window, needing her own space away from him. About halfway home, she leant over to him; he put his arm around her, and she said, "Wow!" She looked up at him, and they kissed gently. Talking would be for tomorrow.

11 September 2026

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After our first meet, we were still sexting... although I missed her, the thought of driving for 3 hrs in Melbourne traffic was always a challenge. Lucky me, the sex gods smiled. A work trip to visit a plant came up which apparently was near to her place. The thought of fucking her again and making her cum just made me so fucking hard. After my work, I waited in her work car park., she was worried that she will be in work clothes and not dolled up... did not do her nails or hair. I said “you are right babe, I am in hi-vis. I do feel the same x”. I picked her up and a short 15 min drive all one handed. She has her hand on my dick and my left hand on her pussy... we laughter how stupid VicRoad not consider a special license for one handed sec situational driving…I had to admit I did not put any indicators on any turn. How can I do that with one hand. Reached her home, scanned the neighbourhood for any people peeking on us. Comforting to see that the only people we could see were the old rich retired dads doing garden who can hear or see 5ft far. I took a shower first, followed which she did her shower. The idea of showering together crossed our mind, but not sure why did not that happen - not sure. I waited for her in the bed with bath towel, pulled down the window curtains to around 70%. She came in unwrapped the towel and started sucking me. My black dick was up and running. Her touch was magical. I closed my eyes, put my hands on her head and enjoyed the magic that was taking place. Me:” it feels so good baby”: she: “give it to me baby, you want to fuck me”. Me: “is your pussy wet baby”. She: “so fucking wet” me: “come on top baby slide black dick in your pink pussy”. It was effortless, the dick knew its destination… she rode me like a cowboy trying to tame a bull… we were loud unaware that the back door was open. She went to override mode cumming about 3 times. I licked her big boobs, her nipples tight as a rock. Me: “I am thirsty, let me taste it baby”, she sit on my face, my long tongue working it magic, licking her deep and in / out, she cummed, drenching my face. I went on top, fucking her deep. She grabbed me by my ass, I leaned on her, kissing her boobs, tongue all over her body. I could feel the squeeze on my dick when she was about to cum. My arms went underneath and hold / lift her numb, as I wanted to get deeper and deeper. It was about 30-35 mins into the session, I had a good ability to hold my cum. She came about another 2 times. Me:” I wanted to cum baby:” she: “fill me up”. Me:” Can we cum together” she:” yea baby, fuck me hard:” me:” like rabbits”. We cummed each into each other at the same time and her pussy was drenched with my cum. Oh go, it felt so good… both crashed with arms wide open… silence for the next couple of mins to catch our breath. We refreshed ourselves, drank some coconut water and electrolytes. She showed her AMM account and had all these stories from people and couples who contacted her. We talked about the idea of playing as a couple, she started showing me the type of porn she likes. After 30 mins, I could feel the blood rushing into my dick, making it hard again… she was lying on bed with her ass up… I entered her from the back and I could feel her pussy was so wet, I could not resist the smell and starting licking that pussy juices. She made sounds of heaven coming. I was literally tired but I wanted to give her a good fucking, I kept on going for about 15-20 mins and then cummed together again. After resting, I showered and she made me the best French omelette with some juice. I was so tired and hungry, 4 egg omelette disappeared in seconds. I was literally walking like a zombie and kissed her goodbye on the road to Melbourne.

10 September 2026

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I meet this young lady she was beautiful brown hair hazel eyes she was just a dream we hit it off right away the talking the banter was just great she invited me to her room for drinks so I agreed and went after my next shift of work she poured me a scotch which was a very nice drop the talking picked up where it left off from the other day and before long the flirting started both ways just a little touch here and a rub of the hand there. Then came the kissing omg this woman could kiss she pushed me back into the couch and sat right in my lap before no time my shirt was off and she was kissing my chest I tried to undo her top and she said not yet all I due time I was getting hard and I new she could feel it raising she had that smile on her face she unbuttoned my pants slid them down now I tried again to undo her top this time I was successful I undid her bra with one flick of my fingers and out shot her boobs my mouth went right for her right nipple then her left the heat was raising then out of nowhere a knock at the door Sam quickly covered up and went to the door opened it and there was this 5foot 8 blonde woman mid 30s she said "hi Sam I hope I’m not to late". Sam brings her in introduce her to me and said, "this is Kate". Kate and Sam started to kiss and play with each other I started growing and growing then they both moved over towards me this was two super hot ladies both on me we all got completely undressed and started have this amazing sex then Kate said can I fuck her ass of course I said yes she lay on top of Sam so Sam could lick her pussy and she could lick hers then I entered her tight ass hole when I pulled out Sam took it straight into her mouth sucked it so hard then right back into Kate ass where I was to cum very hard then I bent down licked the cum out of her ass and kissed Sam leaving the cum in her mouth

9 September 2026

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