We sat there chatting for a while is the crowded the café now open after all the confusion and stress of self-isolation was now over. We were seated in a corner your chair facing the opposite of mine and almost by the side of mine. We were both enjoying the moment having for so long being kept apart. As we chatted my hand sat on your knee as you were facing me with your back to the café no one was aware as my hand slowly moved up your thigh. You sighed deeply as my hand reached your inner thigh, your legs parting to allow my hand to slide all the way up. I am surprised as I find that you haven’t worn under wear as you look into my eyes and tell me you have a small butt plug in anticipation of or hotel room after lunch. You are already moist having had my hand caress your thigh long before sliding up and now tracing the folds of your pussy and as my thumb tickles your clit. I am now hard with the thoughts of what is to come later and how much I am looking forward to being inside your again. You smile a longing look and tell me that you need to use the bathroom, ok I reply, withdrawing my hand to let you stand. You tell me to fix the bill then lean in and tell me to meet you in the disabled toilet in 5, just knock you say. I wait a couple of minutes then get up and pay the bill I head down the corridor to the bathrooms making sure no one else is in the corridor or about to follow me and I knock on the door. The door is un locked and open you garb my hand and pull me inside. You kiss me deeply your tongue for a brief minute dancing with mine inside your mouth. You stop abruptly turn and lift your skirt then lean forward and place your hands on the basin. It been to long you say as I see the steel base of the butt plug just on the outside of your arsehole. I want you to pull the butt plug out suck it and then stick your tongue deep in my arse you say. I drop to my knees pulling the butt plug out and watching you arse pucker and open as its released from your butt. You watch as I take in in my mouth, place it in my pocket before I spread your arse cheeks and slip my tongue in as deeply as I can. You release a deep sigh. My tongue circles you arse before I again probe deep inside you, each time you push back trying to get me deeper inside. You push back hard this time as if pushing me away before you turn take my hand and pull me to my feet. You kiss me again as you release my throbbing cock from my pants. Running your fingers along my shaft before your use your nails for a sudden tease of pain and pleasure. You sit down on the toilet seat and take me deep in your mouth this time your teeth catching on purpose just under the ridge at the base of the ti of my cock before sliding deep into your throat again. Mm Take off your pants and kneel you say, lick me. You hold your lips open for me as I slide my tongue into your folds and a finger inside of your pussy. Your fantasy you say, you want to taste me drink me, yes I say as you start rubbing your clit. In minutes, you place a hand caressingly at the back of my head and then a stream of fluid sprays into my mouth. I get so hard, I am tasting you, drinking you. You pull my head against your pussy so my mouth covers you and I drink. You stop just as quickly. I am so horny sliding again you push me away you stand skirt hitched up leaning against the basin. You want my arse don’t you, yes I reply, I want your cock you say. I stand and place the tip of my cock against your arse hole. I just slip it inside you before you push pack to take all of me in you. Fuck me hard you say I start so hard so horny after weeks apart. I quite literally pound you pulling almost all the way out before slamming into you, you juices are flowing I can feel them every time my balls slap against you pussy. Your tight arsehole and the juices flowing over my balls and now down my thighs cause me to explode in orgasm. I push deep into you as say stand still I want to feel you cock throbbing in climax inside me. After a minute, you pull away from me my cock falls away. You kiss me tell me to dry myself as you grab a paper towel for yourself. If you thought that was good wait till we get to the hotel you say. Delete

14 September 2020

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The 7th floor apartments windows and curtains were open allowing the view out over the curve beach to the rivers harbours entrance a kilometre away to enter the room as its only light. It was early evening and the moon was rising behind a bank of cloud, low on the horizon out at sea. Sending delicate rainbow coloured hues horizontally through the sky just above the clouds. A day in the sun, a few drinks and a breeze now filled with sea air was enough for you to be lying on the floor pillow under your head after a shower had washed the sea salt from your skin. You had sat briefly for several minutes’ eyes closed as I had towel dried you and then brushed your hair finally taking your long locks and spinning it into a ponytail down your back. A weekend away where we slipped back and forth between friends talking and just sitting. To our roles as daddy and daughter moving from friend and lovers seamlessly into our fantasy’s. You turned and smile at me before closing your eyes, listening to the soft music filling the room. I walked to the fridge and from the freezer I removed a bottle of sambuca. Thick and syrupy due to the extreme cold, I poured myself a drink and took a sip. Aniseed and bitter cold fused in my mouth to explode in warmth as I swallowed. Walking past the table I looked at the Japanese calligraphy bush still sitting on the table, new in its case the tip an inch long and full coming to a soft delicate point. I remembered when I had bought the brush what a beautiful implement it was. The bristles, soft like silk threads, perfection in an implement only the Japanese can do sometimes. I picked it up removed the cover and felt the bristle as I brushed the against the back of the hand holding my glass. Soft sensual – almost erotic. I carried it over with me and then sat on the floor beside you before laying down glass in front of me brush beside it on the floor. Resting on one arm, I once again admire the beauty of your milk white skin glowing under the early moons light, always amazed that I have you for whatever time we have. Knowing fantasy and reality will merge and my the little girl will grow up and no longer need her daddy. Your breasts and delicate curve of your stomach rising and falling with each breath you take. Your femininity smooth and slightly open as you lie their legs slightly apart. I Pick up the brush and dip it into the sambuca wiping the excess from the bristle, the silken threads holding full but no drops to fall. You open your eyes look at me but then close them. I take the tip and with the care of an artisan I bring the tip to one eyebrow and brush from just above centre out to the edge, a thin line of the cold liquid glistening in the light. Anticipating what I might do you lie there, and I repeat on the other side. Then flow down from the top of your nose to the tip. Each time silk like trail left after the brush has passed, having used little pressure these silver threads sparkle under the light. I trace your lips next painting with a slightly harder stroke and like a good calligraphy brush should the bristles spread to leave you lips coated in the cold liquid before you tongue seductively licks first the top then bottom lip. Your hands are open and facing upwards as the brush paints down from the tip of each finger in a thin wet line to a circle in your palm. I then take the brush once again dipped in the glass, bristles full of cold liquid and circle your areola and to the nipple itself, before arching out and clockwise and under the curve of your breast. Repeated on the other side. Your skin immediately goose bumps, you arch you back and sigh with each stroke. Daddy you say. The brush now traces a line down the centre of your stomach to the top of your femininity. Your ankles rolling slightly more outwards and legs falling more apart as if anticipating. The brush now following the line of your child like womanhood a small rivulet of liquid pulled down by gravity and followed by the stroke of the brush. No daddy you sigh. As the brush traces the crease and curve from top to bottom. You shiver and pull your knees slightly up and your legs fall open slightly further. The soft bristles now caressing your labia before rising to circle with just the fine tip of the brush your now swollen clit. The cold, the evaporating alcohol, the sea breeze all an erotic mix as the soft music and the increasing light of the moon play out across your body. “Daddy don’t, daddy mommy will be mad, daddy we can do this, it’s so naughty” pursing from your lips in little more than a sigh. Its ok I say its just us now, it’s our secret I whisper. I move closer to you the sambuca now just silken trails of candied of aniseed glisten in the moon light. I start at you head and kiss you gently on the lips, they part, your tongue attentively meets mine. My tongue then traces the line of one eyebrow, then another, softly removing all trace as I do. I then move to you hands gently taking each finger in my mouth and the to your palm, again removing all trace of the silken line. I pause move across you and again kiss you gently, you bow you head and again whisper daddy its wrong but feels so good. I take you other hand and repeat the process, sighs and soft murmurs pursing your lips each time. I look at your perfect breasts with little silver trails formed like a road map across your chest leading me to my destination. I place my lips upon one perfect nipple and then the other, moving out from each one and following the trail as it sweeps under each breast. You arch you back wishing for more contact, but my tongue is all that has touched your body as I continue to erase the calligraphy lines from your body. I move to the centre of your chest and move down your body finally ending at your velvet like folds. My tongue at first wondering why this area had not dried like the other parts of your body before I realise it is you that is wet. I gently use my tongue to push apart your folds and probe you. Flicking over your clit gently then back to your folds. Your sighs grow longer and deeper, you knee’s rising and your legs now falling further apart. I move on top of you and you curl up and roll to lie on one side. “daddy what will mummy say” “shhh I say mommy doesn’t understand what we have. Daddy loves you and wants you to take you to your happy place” You like daddy and your happy place. Your body lying flat on the rug knees drawn up has you perfect bottom now angled in a way that your swollen lips are protruding. I move and position my self at your opening and slip myself inside you moan deeply “that feels so good daddy you say in your little girl voice. Your long sighs now growing faster as I move in and out of my little girl. Sighs become moans and you hand moves to between your thighs. Fingers moving the lips of your vulva backwards across your clit in ever growing intensity. I stop and watch your orgasm building feeling the muscles beginning to contact and relax as you build to the final moment. I withdraw and place myself against the bud like opening of your arse” yes daddy, that’s daddy’s special place please daddy don’t let mummy know”, “its our secret I reply, daddy’s can have secrets with his little girl” I push myself inside you to feel the first pulses of your orgasm. I then feel you tightly clench my man hood inside you as the final wave hits you. I hold myself deep inside you waiting for the pulsing to stop. You roll on to you back and I move on top of you, I again enter you and move slowly in and out of you, knowing how sensitive you must be. “ Daddys sorry , Daddy love you so much” your hand moves to your groin again circling the folds of your labia over you clit, this time slower but with as much purpose. This time as your back arches in extasy we both cum. I stay inside you lean forward on my elbows and kiss you deeply, your tongue dancing with mine. After a minute I move away and stand, taking your hand and pulling you to your feet. I then sweep you into my arms and take you to bed. Placing you gently on the bed before moving in beside you to nestle myself against your back. My arm over you. “ daddy wants to watch you fall asleep in my arms” I say, and I will be here when you wake. I sigh myself as I watch you fall asleep, one day you will grow up and daddy won’t be in your life as much as he wants. I smile I will have watch you become a woman I think to myself. How beautiful you are. Night my little girl is say as I kiss the back of our neck,

10 September 2020

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A lovely meet in Sydney with a well mannered couple. After our initial meet at the lobby, I let her walking in front of me - she was wearing a sexy long dress, covering nicely her beautiful curves. He caught me and insisted to tell me she had fancied me since we chatted over the phone. Walking down the corridor, him and I had the best lookout...It was feeling so hot, looking at her and anticipating what would happen in my hotel room. I coutold not resist, I wanted her at that very moment and she knew that. Suddenly, Turning back to ourselves, she kept smiling at me and teasing me with her husband. She decided to go for a quick refresher on the terrace of the bar nearby. Him and I were surprised so that she very amused, she kept leading her way. It was not too dark in the city but a cool seabreeze was cooling off our respective bodies - that was totally flattering her body shape, could guess the lines of her lingerie under that tigth long dress. At every step, my eyes were hypnotized, That was so erotic just watching it, other ladies on the street were looking at her - smiles were exchanged.Not sure they realized we were with her.Walking down with her, her husband told me that she made him buy this outfit for me. He was fully obliged to her and wanted that night sensational for both of us - I could not expect more.

9 September 2020

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We ride the lift to the 8 th floor and I open the door to the apartment. You shut the door behind me grab the bag from me and lift out the toys I have bought tossing them on the couch until you find a dildo in a harness, what's this you ask and I say it's a strap on dildo that I wanted to wear so I can fuck you in both holes at once usually girls wear them. Mmm you say dropping in to the couch interesting. You come forward and kiss me deeply the lingering smell of your woman hood on my beard. We slowly undress each other your nails finding my cock as you unzip my pants and they fall to the floor. You undo my shirt as I undo you blouse. Pulling your bra to onside I nibble on a nipple as I undo your bra I unzip your skirt and again you sink your nails into my cock. Your skirt drops leaving you in your nickers and boots. I sit on the couch and pull you close again my tongue in your folds as I pull your nickers down. Hey you say and step back show me how to put this on as you pick up the strap on. Fine I say picking it up and helping you put it on. There you stand with this strap on and knee high boots. I say it has a a vibrator for stimulating your clit whilst you use it reaching over to turn it on I hand you a remote. You play with the settings for a while enjoying the sensation then grab the lube from the couch were it had fallen you place some on the dildo stroking it in front of me adjusting sensations of the vibrator as you do. You fuck my arse have you ever had yours. No I reply but do love my arse being played with just like you. Kneel on the couch and let's see it would be such a turn on you say. I turn on kneel you slide the strap on up against the asshole dribbling a little more lube on my as as you do. Your kind and push in slowly the tip disappearing in to my arse the same as mine does into yours. You tell me how sexy this is as you slowly slide in and out of me a little further each time I start to massage my stiff cock enjoying this sensation. For the first time. You getting more aroused by the vibration against your clit. I ask you to stop as I want to be inside you now. You pull out of me and I remove the strap on from you asking you to now kneel. I bend over and pull your cheeks apart so I can slip my tongue deep inside of you, first your pussy then you arse hole. I start to massage my stiff cock enjoying this sensation. For the first time. You getting more aroused by the vibration against your clit. I ask you to stop as I want to be inside you now. You pull out of me and I remove the strap on from you asking you to now kneel. I bend over and pull your cheeks apart so I can slip my tongue deep inside of you, first your pussy then you arse hole. I grab the other toy I ha brought and inflatable dildo and slip that into you pussy, I place my thumb into your ass as my other hand pumps the dildo up filling you pussy as it expands, I so want to cum now. I pull my finger from your arse and place the tip of my cock against your arsehole and then slam my full depth into to you taking your breath away. I pull out and do that again building momentum until I am pounding you. Your juices again running over my balls as they slap against your pussy. I reach my hands around and under you finding a nipple with each hand pulling gently on them as we both explode in orgasm. You muscles again constricting around my cock as you squirt over my balls. As our orgasm subsides I pull out help you stand then lead you to the bed where we kiss deeply and cuddle

8 September 2020

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It had been months since we had been together our erotic experiences limited to the stories I had sent to you. Each one getting more outrageous was I though more and more about you and how much I wanted you. For this day I had organized an apartment and as usual I had picked you up from your car and driven into the apartment blocks car park. Today you had on a skirt and your high boots and had placed your hand on my cock as we drove just that short distance massaging me as I drove. The parking space was on a lower floor against a wall in a corner and I reversed the car into the parking space. I reached over behind me To grab a bag with the wine and toys I had brought for us for the day. Buy the time I had turned you had exited the car and opened my door for me. I didn’t know what to think as the door now opened against the wall effectively blocking the view of that side of the car. You take the bag place it on the ground and kneel unleashing my cock as you do. You look up at me and then take me In your mouth, your teeth gently sliding up and down my cock as you take it in and out of your mouth. What a sensation and I am So hard. You stand and tell me you want me to fuck you right there in the car park. but first you want me to lick you, I kneel you spread your feet apart and lift your skirt revealing your red lace knickers. I pull then to one side and push my tongue into your folds, your so wet. my hands are behind you pulling your arse cheeks towards me so I can get me tongue deeper into you. Put a finger in my arse you say and I comply by licking my fingers and slipping one finger then two into your arse my tongue now back into your pussy folds. You moan and then tell Me to open wide arching you back again you send a stream of pee into my mouth. I am surprised and caught off guard, my mouth over the mound or your pubic area to catch each drop so I don’t get covered in your juices. I am now so horny, something so intimate has just happened my cock yearns for you. You finish and I feel like an animal caged and about to be freed. Take me in my arse you say. You place your hands on the roof of the car and wiggle your arse at me. I lift your skirt and pull you nickers to one side and push my cock deep inside you. You push back against me as I fuck you so hard your arse hole clenching my cock as if not to wanting to release it. I pound you and get carried away biting the back of you neck and then I feel your muscles in your arse tighten as you orgasm bringing on mine as I push one last time deep inside you pulling you back against me. Your panting your arsehole contracting in orgasm, I stand still buried inside you enjoying my cock being milked by your muscles as you orgasm. You finally stop and I pull out of you. I tell you that was amazing and you you tell me you have always wanted to do so many kinky things with me that you have never done and would never do with anyone but me. I can wait I say, to the hotel room you say. Your nails digging gently into my cock.

4 September 2020

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You see me walking down the street wearing a short slutty skirt, black bustier and knee high black boots. You decide to follow me, but keeping your presence behind me a secret. I walk another couple of blocks, into a quieter part of town and stop to wait for the lights to change. You come up behind me, give my ass a playful grope and I turn around, startled. I am going to slap you for being so forward, until I see a huge bulge in your pants, which makes me instantly wet. I say to you 'well, since you're already ready to go, we'd better attend to that right now.' I immediately undo your belt, pull down your pants and your huge erect cock springs up precum already flowing, begging to be allowed access to my tight wet pussy. I grab the traffic light, bend over and feel your hard cock slide in like a knife through butter. You start thrusting hard and fast, knowing we could get caught at any time. I moan deeply, as I start to feel an orgasm roll over me- fùuuuckkkk I say, and this prompts you to also give in to those primeval urges and release load after load of hot fertile cum deep into me, covering my ovaries. Being so fertile, my body drinks every last drop of it up. When your cock does finally go limp and falls out, I take it in my mouth and clean it for you. The impending sound of approaching footsteps forces us to stop, so you dress, smile and walk away like nothing ever happened..

3 September 2020

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I see you over my knee, desperately squirming. We both know the night is young and that this is but a preamble. A game to be played, desire induced. It's not that I don't like the role I play here: it is a joy unto itself. So I play this first act out but my control is great and what I look for is your moan. It is the knowledge we are building that you are increasingly hungry and Increasingly needy. My hand and faint pink prints on your arse are necessary step in the chain that started with your inspection. With the knowledge of your desperate wetness that was overcoming you. What I see with our kiss is the knowledge that we are moving this story on. It is your desperation that feeds my hunger, that makes me kiss you hard and demonstrates my passion. It is all about you princess; about building your unfettered desire. It is about making every other chattering voice disappear until the only thing that has purchase in you is the molten wetness betweeen your legs. After a time that I know moves agonisingly slowly for you I ask for a small demonstration of this. I unzip my pants but while the pleasure is intense this is really about you. I want to see how much you will do, how hard you will try. I expect your fevered head bobbing response and your eagerness to take it all deep into your sweet mouth. But the best thing I see is the pleasure on your face. I know you are happy and desperate enough for what is to follow. So we go there. We go to the bed, but not for the quick easy fuck you beg for. We go to tease and stretch the moment out. So I touch you agonisingly slowly until your grinding is an undeniable demonstration of your need and your juices are smearing my body as well. I pinch your nipple hard just as you start to think the rhythm is that of the tease and caress. And then I pose a choice. The cheap easy release or more pleasure. But the price is the plug. Not because I like to hurt or want to use your arse later. It's there because it's about delaying, elevating and complicating your pleasure. It's about pushing you further and ripping even more pleasure from you than you thought you might tolerate. I have a deepseated thrill in your acceptance. It shows what a good match we are together: the desperate taker and the equally hungry giver. So we draw closer to your desperate climax by way of edging. Multiple times I take you as close as you can but pull back just as your legs shudder and your moans blur together. This is what I came for. To see you grunt and beg and moan. To forget everything but your need to fill yourself. So I delay and give and delay and give. This is the true reason I wanted this precious time together. I might tell you that "its daddy's time princess" but stretching that desperate pussy bareback is just the logical conclusion of what came before. Of course I grunt and scream and also moan. But it is seeing you in that single moment as the perfect slut for me that is the point of it all. The point of the hundreds of messages and building desire and connection first. It's seeing you as the perfect princess and perfect whore: a wet desperate mess writhing on my cock that is my real motivation. We close with the wand as I know it gives you just that little bit more. Another level of release, taking you just that little bit further. You cum as my dirty little princess and indeed you are.....

24 August 2020

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It was a hot day and I was headed to the nudist beach, wanted to get my tan on but also knowing that lying naked would make me horny as hell! Legs open wide and enjoying the heat while watching the passerby’s I was feeling hot when this young sexy guy approached me, was undecided as to whether I should turn over to my Stomach but decided to stay on my back, he struck up a conversation with me and obviously was horny as his cock was beginning to get hard and he commented on my large nipples that he requested to touch, I approved his fingers to do their roaming which made me all the more wetter while he massaged his cock in front of me, he looked delicious and I soooo wanted to touch him which I eventually did, oh so hard and big, he requested that I open my legs wider which was easy for me and I became wetter and glistened from all the juices, we were close to the edge of the water so quite a few people were passing by and eyeing us off and enjoying the view.... one hand on my nipple and one on his cock while he blew his load over his legs, mmmmm I leant over and tasted him as he was sooo delicious, his cum was sweet and salty at the same time and I proceeded to bring myself off as I watched and touched him. Wanted more but it was time for him to go & there will always be another day.....

15 August 2020

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They had come to stay with us in Qld for a few days from down south - wife’s uncle, his wife (Aunt by marriage) and late teenage children, they were in their late 40’s and I was 30. They all decided to go shopping and were going to have lunch out - planning to leave at ten o’clock and be home by 3 pm. This suited me, as I had some work to catch up on, was working from home. At the last moment, Aunty Rene pulled out of the excursion, as she had a headache, and stayed in her room lying down. About 11.30 I decided I’d just hop in the pool for a swim - I was about to get out and Aunt appeared in her swimming togs and came in for a dip - she was in the deep end, and in trouble, so I quickly swam over and supported her, and she put both arms around my shoulders to hang on til we got to the side - and she just rested there, with her head on my shoulder, it was nice. I asked if she wanted to get out, she said no, and I pulled her closer to me and she felt my erection touching her between her legs - and putting my arm round her waist, I pulled her closer and she didn’t resist. I quickly slipped the lower part of her Bikini off, and found her pussy and clitoris - and we began kissing, I put my cock between her thighs and we just stayed in that embrace enjoying the moment. She said “I’d like to get out now” - next thing she was gone. I followed to her room, she was getting out of her wet swimmers and I knew it was O K to go into the room, as the door was open and her smile welcoming. We lay down together, and I brought her to orgasm rubbing her clit and fingering inside her pussy - she had orgasms quickly and then opened wide, and taking my cock, put it inside her Vagina and I pushed it in slowly, she was very moist and wet and it went in easily too. The sex was fantastic, as we knew we had hours before anyone would be home - and we made love over and over, cumming together at the end. A delightful experience that is our happy secret memory - and caused me to really appreciate the older girls - undiscovered treasures.

7 August 2020

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I first signed up to AMM when I was 18. I had way too much free time as my cock did most of the thinking for me. Quickly, I learnt that everyone is in here for the same reason, which was refreshing, as most women didn’t care that I was only 18. I started messaging back and forth with a sexy 34yo, who lived close by. Her profile stated that she was single and looking for a FWB. Seemed like a good match so we decided to meet for a few drinks. She invited me to her house, but warned me to be quiet as she shared the house with others, and I’d have to sneak around the side to her room (she had like a granny flat off to the side). I followed her instructions and she greeted me in a very sexy Lacy black Bra and matching gstring. She was curvy, but not overweight. She had sexy glasses and cute smile. She ushered me in and turned up the heater as it was winter and freezing outside. We had some wine and made small talk (I’m not really into just jumping straight into sex....call me old fashioned haha), and she confessed to me that she had lied about something. I already knew what she was going to say, but I didn’t really care. I could tell she was married, and my instincts were proven true. She told me that her husband was away for work in Japan, and she was staying with her friend and her husband. To be honest, it was quite the turn on having a married women want you, especially when you’re only 18! She took my wine glass, and lead me to the bed, turning off the lights in the process. I couldn’t really see much, so she lit a candle in the corner of the room, which allowed me to make out her gorgeous figure and her amazing breasts, which were now unleashed from the bra. She straddled me on the bed and started kissing me, whilst my hands explored all of her curves. I rolled her over and kissed her neck, making my way down to her breasts and making sure her nipples were not neglected. She was moaning loudly, and her nipples were extremely aroused. She sat up and told me to make sure I stop her from screaming or moaning too loud, as her friend didn’t know about her cheating, and she wants to keep it that way. I agreed, and tried my best to muffle her moans. I removed her gstring and started licking her clit, grabbing both breast with my hands, and keeping her nipples erect. I tongue fucked her, watching her squirm with pleasure until she couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed my head, pulled me up and kissed me. Then she threw me onto the bed and took all of my 7 inch cock down her throat. She went all the way down to the shaft, and sat there deep throating it. I was amazed, and it felt absolutely amazing. She pulled it out and told me she wanted me to cum in her mouth the first time, and then when I’m ready for round two, she will fuck my brains out.....I didn’t really have any say in the matter, so I let her have her way with me. I blew an absolute monster load down her throat, and as she gagged on my cock, she struggled to swallow it all, coming up for air and then gulping back down on my cock. It took me a good 5 minutes to recover, but in the meantime she sat on me in the 69 position and made me eat her pussy and ass, while she gently sucked and licked my cock, nursing it back to full health. After about 10 minutes of pure bliss, with her warm tongue lavishing my cock, she got up and mounted me in the reverse cowgirl position. She turned her head and said to me, I want to ride your cock all night long ( it was 1am at this stage, so I was already tired, but at 18, a married women fucking you doesn’t come around all that often, so I agreed). She rode me like I’d never been rode before. Reverse cowgirl, her on top, missionary, her legs above my shoulders, doggy, on our sides. Every position leading to more and more pleasure. About half an hour in, she started to moan heavier and heavier, and I had to warn her, but she told me to shut up, and kept fucking me. After an hour or so, the candle had almost gone out, and she was on top, kissing my neck. I was focusing on trying to make her cum when I noticed a shadow outside, as I looked out the window of the bedroom. Naturally I shit myself, but I didn’t gasp or let out any sound. I just froze up, until I saw that it was a woman looking into the window. She hadn’t noticed that I saw her, as there were 2 vertical windows, one at the start of the room and 1 in line with the end of the bed. She was at the first one looking in, and I could see her form the second window. So to her it would look like me just looking into the distance or at the wall. It was her friend. She must’ve heard us and came to inspect. I was about to say something to the woman when all of a sudden I saw her friend start touching and grabbing her breasts And start to rub her pussy. She was in a robe, and she was rubbing her pussy. This was a massive turn on, and it made me climax. I told the woman I was about to cum, and as I had no condom on, I was going to pull out and cum on her breasts. She looked at me and said, no, I want your cum inside me. She held me in position and started to grind on my cock until I exploded. I let out a great moan and she also orgasmed just as I finished my last thrust. I whispered in her ear that her friend was watching and playing with herself.....to my surprise, she knew. She admitted that her friend always watches her fuck guys, and sometimes they play together when her friends husband goes on fishing trips. She led me to the shower and gave me a towel. After I had cleaned up, I came back out to the bedroom, and both women were sitting on the bed. The friend asked me to come over to her, and I did, naked with only the towel on. She took the towel off and rubbed my cock, whilst looking at me. “Next week, it’s my turn to play”. For the next 6 month, every Friday night I was either fucking the lady off AMM or her friend. Great times on AMM !

27 July 2020

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This story is from a good few years ago, overseas. We had been on a long diving expedition that winter day, so cool and tired as we drove home. It had been a good day, lots to see and enjoy on the dives and we were in a pleasant mood. Both were relatively novice divers in those days, but qualified, so we were together all day and knew we wanted to enjoy the feel of each other ASAP, but at the same time tired. Parked at the unit, unloaded the gear and carted it inside for the obligatory wash down and arrange it to dry when my girlfriend suggested a hot bath. Only been together a month or so and just moved into the place, we wanted to try-out the large bath, so naturally there was no objection from me, as if the conditions would have changed even with a tiny bath. Hot water and slippery soap were the order, along with that glass of wine! It was so relaxing in the bath, enjoying a drink, soaking up the warmth and playing footsies in the warm water, well you can imagine it wasn't long before the heat was rising. Underwater oral play is interesting, but not fulfilling and rather than risk flooding the bathroom, we were soon drying each other off, thoroughly and gently before adjourning to the bedroom where of course, skin care regime required some body oil to be applied. Dry towel sourced and baby oil opened, heater cranked-up a bit and we could relax with some gentle massage. I always maintain I need practice, or is that just that I am very indulgent, either way, I love to apply the oil and massage gently. Shoulders and neck took a lot of attention, but then I slowly worked down her back, working her buttocks nicely before proceeding down one leg. Gently sucking toes, I continued to oil her feet and worked my way back up her other leg. On turning over< I again started on her neck, slow, gentle massage, over her shoulders and down each arm. Back to her chest and oh how those nipples were begging for attention. So prominent yet normally so smooth. As I spread the oil gently over one boob, she orgasmed massively. I swapped to the other boob and started to suck on her nipple as she orgasmed again before I even poured the oil. At this point she begged me to enter her even though I had not yet reached even her navel, so of course I had to refrain for a while as I continued the body/skin care regime, although I may have been a bit quicker in my movements as I moved lower. Eventually she was covered in oil head to toe and I started to slide upwards for a full body massage. She had other ideas and we flipped, she got control of the oil and began on me - well, it would be ungentlemanly to argue wouldn't it? Oh I was in heaven, never experiencing it before but she took control and lowered herself slowly, teasing us both. I think it was her that gave-in first, but my brain was not functioning properly by then. All I know was that in the next hour or so, we both had mind-blowing orgasms as we rolled around on the bed and floor. Thank goodness for polished timber floors, no oil stains. Eventually, we simply had to return to the bath to wash-off the oil, although it was a very long bath this time as we lay in each others arms , gently caressing and - to hell with the wet bathroom floor, the drain worked well. In all the years since, I have rarely experienced such intense, prolonged sexual enjoyment but still hope to experience it again.

19 July 2020

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A few weeks ago I met up with ‘The Love of my Life.’ You know, the one you never quite got over although you did manage to move on. We hadn’t met in nearly 25 years and I won’t deny it was an emotional experience for both of us. The circumstances of our parting on that cold, autumn night so many years ago were not of our choosing. The memories of our final evening, of the desperate expression on his face as my mum shut the door on him were still vivid, though less raw, in my mind. After our coffee, lunch, walk and hugs goodbye, I found myself repeatedly thinking back to the happiness of Our Time: the laughter, the passion, the exploration of places and each other- and I remembered that amazing night. He had been a terrific innovator in day to day life as well as in the bedroom. He got us out of so many scrapes in our travels, found work where others failed, found humour when the ether around us turned mundane. In bed we both, for the first time in our young lives discovered the fun, variety and passion in lovemaking. It was he, I recalled, who dollopped Nutella on me – on my pussy, that is – and ate off every last bit, driving me to a writhing, heated mass of frustrated rapture before entering me. But that night we were on another level entirely. We had travelled for weeks in our old car and had finally arrived in a hot, dusty town in the Australian desert, hundreds of kilometres from anywhere else. For days we had camped and eaten noodles. Shaken by the corrugations, we were plastered red by an all-pervading dust that seeped through zips and bags and discoloured my lovely whites- permanently. When we rolled in to town we went straight to the hotel, ordered cold beers and went for a wash in the bathroom. We checked in that night to a simple room on the first floor of the hotel. I can still remember the doors opening onto a wide, communal balcony that ran the entire length of the hotel. And the bathroom, shared at the far end of a creaky corridor. And the ridiculously soft mattress on our bed, which, mercifully, didn’t creak at all despite its ancient constitution and cast iron frame. Anyway, the point is, I remember that night even now. Our drive out to a gorge, the still water and the surrounding, timeless rock walls reflecting a glow ranging from soft pink to angry red from the fast- setting sun. I remember that unique tangy smell of the earth as it sighed, I thought, after its day of being roasted by that searing sun; the beers outside in the hotel garden after our massive steaks, the myriad of stars that splattered the sky as we gazed up spotting missioned satellites. And I remember how you started massaging me as I lay showered, scrubbed, tingling and naked, face down on our bed. How you worked your fingers deep into my rattled muscles, how you pulled firmly on each and every digit, loosening tissue and ligaments, leaving my fingers and toes beautifully relaxed and refreshed. You worked up my calves, pressing with thumbs, kneading with fists, exploding so softly hardened knots, easing tendons, revitalising tired flesh. You, too, were naked and it seemed, I suppose, just how it should be as you worked up my legs, kissing briefly the back of my knee – you KNEW I loved that: I can remember you chuckling as you did it. And the little goose bumps that sprung up on my flanks as a result! You loved those. You took a while working my thighs, pushing hard along my skin, probing the gnarls deep below, easing out the strains, before repeating it all – so. deliciously. slowly. – on my buttocks and then my flanks and back. You did this thing where you ran your fist up my spine, stopping at every vertebra to push it down and stretch it, it seemed, in its seat. Your thumbs ran up that muscle either side, once again loosening the little tight buds which had formed over the jolting journey. By now I was incapacitated by a pervasive lethargy that allowed my mind to wander and my body to pool into enervated indolence wherever you touched. I remember exposing my tired neck to you as you gently rotated my shoulders and ran thumbs smoothly up to seek the smallest knotted resistance at the base of my skull. I could feel your body, warm against mine, relaxed, emanating a soft heat. It was lovely that you were there – just there – as the strains were banished from my body. I rolled over at some point and you started again at my feet after placing a light, lingering kiss on my lips. I stretched, elongated, cat-like as you moved down and smoothed my skin, released tension from toes, ankles, knees, hips – tenderly lifting, stretching out to full length each leg, gently rotating it, one hand supportive under an upper thigh, your grip firm on my calf. My flanks you pressed in together, pushing up to my ribs that small ripple of soft skin which then subsided to smoothness. My ribs also were gently pressured to bend oh-so-slightly as they stretched under my skin. On up to my shoulders and clavicle, bones urged into relaxation, muscles mellowed under your touch. My arms, too, were soothed, swivelled, softened as you stretched up to work on my fingers, your own body now taut against mine. I was depleted so deliciously. Not exhausted, but languid, loose-limbed yet quickened by your touch and the lassitude it had brought. So when you kissed me again so lightly on my lips, I felt a warmth kindling throughout my body and that rising desire to engulf you. I pushed against your glow and kissed back gently, our lips whispering against each other, before you left my mouth to massage with your mouth my cheek, chin, neck. You grazed the sides of my breasts – each of them – sparking a puckering of my hardened, thrilled nipples which I would have gleefully thrust into your mouth for you to savour if I had had the chance. My waist, belly, hips – none escaped the gentle ministrations of your soft, wondrous lips and the wafting warmth of your breath. You traced me down to my toes, taking each in your mouth, massaging yet again, but this time with your tongue engulfing them in an ambrosial warmth. I lay, still, stretched, marvelling at the delectable warmth seeping over me, as you worked a succulent trail back up my legs. I was aware of the stillness – the gentle whirr of the ceiling fan pushing strands of night air onto us, but otherwise silence. A relaxed tension as your mouth arrived back at my hip. So delicately your tongue traced the gentle valley down to my sex. I shifted slightly to let you in. You traced your tongue along the line of my lips to the the lowest point before so exquisitely, gently flickering it back up. I recall the glorious sensation as I parted my legs to let you in fully. Your massaging and manipulation had left my muscles so placid and loose-ligamented that it felt to me as if my legs floated apart to let you flow over and into me, to access my blissfull, self-indulged body. And that’s when it really began. You ran your tongue, broad and flat, along my lips, over my mound and up to my belly button. A short, stabbing, electric flutter ran to my throat and you carried on up. And just as you reached the base of my elated breasts, I felt your chest, having edged my legs yet further apart, brushing my pussy, your hairs tickling mine in a delightful, soft caress that urged a welcoming, moist, warm response from me. My back arched to present my elated breasts to your mouth, gasping as you took each in and rolled that little hard raspberry nipple hard against the roof with your tongue, while I felt your stomach, flat, muscled, trickle up to replace your chest on my lips and mound. My legs parted yet further to let you fill me when you got there, when the moment was right. But you left my breasts and stroked your tongue up to my throat, occasionally squeezing exalted skin between your lips, my head tilting back as I yielded to your velvety pressure. You sampled my neck and chin before plunging into my ravenous, cavernous mouth at the very moment I felt your manhood come to rest against me just there. I arched, raising my hips to receive you in your fullness. But you raised yourself up, towering over me and flowed – yes, flowed, – in one smooth, rippling movement back to my enraptured pussy. No shuffling, no shifting, no awkward repositioning. Deserting my mouth, you simply rolled up, away and down back to delight me with your tongue. A small flickering and a long, deep probe elicited a gasp from me and I found my hands had come down to hold your sides as you, once again, in one smooth, long, langorous motion, trickled your tongue over my quivering mound and on up over the plain of my belly – the stab in my belly button, an exhilarating tickle of each nipple… But this time I was aware of the vitalising stroke of your body against my cunt. Again the pressuring apart of my legs, the soft, fibrous drag of your chest over my galvanised lips, its cresting of my mound, the following ripple of your stomach kissing, glossing, buffing my heat and welcoming throb. I anticipated – yearned – for the arrival of your cock at my entrance. When he got there, just as your tongue sank deep into my mouth in a luscious, piercing thrust, you let him glide over my searching lips. I felt his heat, the veined texture, a pulse as he smoothed over and rested momentarily on my mound before you left me once more. My upper body folded up to follow your flow as you tilted back on your arms, your round, firm buttocks falling away then rocking down and rolling upward just as your mouth sank once more to engulf me. You ate open mouthed, lips hungrily sampling my fleshiness, my moisture. Your top lip found that spot and soon your tongue was there too, causing me to gyrate my hips and push into your mouth, begging you to take all of me. You slowly left me to come up once more and this time as my glistening body luxuriated in your travel, your soft moist tongue as vanguard to your broad, fulfilling body you allowed your straining cock to enter a fraction of the way into me so that I cried out and twisted, seeking more. And as you left to flow back down once more, I whispered, “What are you DOING?” And you replied: “Its The Flow, my love. Just go with The Flow” And I did. I relaxed and allowed this all-of-body massage to manipulate me into glittering, sparkling, throbbing indulgence. Until at the end of one of your tongue’s travels, as you crested my chin and once more fell into my waiting mouth, our lips crushing, I felt that long, rippling sensation of you entering me, soothing, satisfying as you ran your length so slowly and smoothly in. Filling me. Expanding me. Agonising me as you ran out of length and pushed against that spot. My legs rose to absorb you, my hands grasping your buttocks. I raised my shoulders to pull myself onto you and you into me. We rested there. Enthralled. Bonded. For just a few seconds. You stiffened and I felt the pulsing throb of your cream washing warmly into me as we squeezed into each other, me gripping your shaft to sap every drop from you as I shook and shuddered with you, grinding my teeth, gasping at the engulfing paroxysms. That night I really remember for leisured lovemaking. No frantic rabbitty shagging. But an unspoken gentleness, adoring worship, passionate appreciation, all climaxed wordlessly – because words weren’t needed – as you so tenderly gave all you had to me, I gave all I could to you and we filled and completed each other in that unhurried intensity. It was wonderful. And I wish we could do it again.

16 July 2020

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Stefano is to tell Natalie that James has sent him and that she might like some company. James doesn’t want photos or videos, he doesn’t want to play at coming home unexpectedly to find his wife bent over a chair while Stefano his hammering her cunt. No, he just wants to stay at work imagining it all, perhaps to discover cum stains on the sheets or cum inside his wife. Well that’s what he tells Stefano. When is the best time to go? Well she is always at home Wednesday, late morning and the kids are at Kindergarten. Stefano is to look for a black “Honda People Mover”, parked in front of the property. Stefano cruises past the house a day early and notices a grey Honda, not a black one, parked in the driveway of the property. Stefano wonders if it’s all real. Still, he has experienced some even stranger requests and arrangements. On the appointed day and hour, Stefano turns up at the front door of the house, a small bag containing his favorite toys, anal hook, Velcro tabbed cuffs, vibrating wand. In some doubt about the veracity of the instructions, Stefano rings the doorbell. A woman, whom he cannot see through the thick mesh of the security door answers. “Are you Natalie” asks Stefano somewhat embarrassed and feeling vulnerable at being seen and not being able to see her. “No, I’m not” is the reply. “Who are you and what can I help you with?” James sent me, he suggested you might need some company, perhaps I have the wrong address”, he adds weakly. This is all bullshit, I’ve been set up by a fantasizing husband who’d like to be a cuck but whose wife knows nothing about it. “Oh,” the nameless woman says, “I see. Well perhaps you should come in off the street” You follow her in, puzzled. She leads you to a small living area and asks you to sit. You’re uncomfortable and unsure about what to do. “Do have a glass of water” the woman says putting a glass down beside you on a small side table. “Please excuse me, I must see to the baby” she adds. Non-plussed, you sip the water. Suddenly the nameless woman, naked, rubbing her cunt with one hand and twisting a nipple with the other, is standing before you. “Fuck me hard” she yells, dropping down onto all fours, while you, mouth agape remains motionless, unsure about what suddenly happened. Never one to stand around for too long though, you decide to go with it, stripping off quickly and crouching behind the horny ranting woman forcing your engorged cock into her and your finger into her arse. As you fuck her, she yells out “Fuck me harder, you horny prick” so loud, you worry a neighbor might call the police. The yelling is putting you off so you slap her arse hard and grab her around the throat, forcing her to quieten down. You are fucking her hard now, grunting as you slam your groin against her soft buttocks. From the other room, you hear grunting and coarse heavy breathing. Suspicious, you stop, pull out of her cunt and head quietly towards the source of the grunting, which now ceases. It seems James likes to listen and jerk off while doing it; said James is in the adjoining bedroom lying on the bed naked with his cock in his hands and a sheepish smile on his face. “I don’t mind if you come in and watch” you offer. “I prefer to listen and jerk off”, he replies, smiling. You return to the waiting wife, now draped over a couch, legs wide apart, her big loose labia hanging down, begging to be grabbed and stretched. You grab them, spreading them wide apart, pulling her cunt over your hard-again cock. As she moans and you sink into her, you take a nipple into your mouth, biting and chewing as you fuck her hard. “On all fours slut” you suddenly yell out to her. The usual routine, hook in her arse, cock in her cunt. “Don’t fuck my arse please” she cries out. You are working hard now feeling the pressure building up, finally you cum in a torrent of semen straight into her. At the same time, you hear James in the next room orgasm. Thanking the nameless slut, Stefano hurriedly dresses and heads for the door, thinking once is enough with these strange people.

12 July 2020

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A couple who like to add a couple of cocks to their play. A little old for his taste, but not bad looking. Address provided, outer suburbia again. Stefano arrives to be greeted by hubby. Upon entering the house, Stefano is left alone for a moment while hubby goes off to get the naked wife, blond, early fifties, tight body- not so good looking but very fuckable- to personally come out and greet him, naked. Stefano returns the greeting, one arm around her waist, the other between her legs, fingers into her cunt. Stefano is led to a bedroom where another two older guys, both fit and tanned are waiting, naked, standing around, with a limp cocks. “Let Stefano fuck me first” says wife. “Joe and Jim have already had a go. I will suck Joe off while Stefano is fucking and Jim can lick my cunt”. Hubby lies at the end of the bed, fully dressed while Stefano gets behind wife and pushes into her; she on all fours sucking a kneeling Joe. You are close to blowing but save it for your turn at being sucked. Positions switched. Joe is behind wife now, slamming hard into her. Jim has given up, deciding on a break. You in front, wife sucking hard on your cock; you warn her that you are about to cum. “Oh please do Sir” she says. Meanwhile, Joe is discussing football with hubby. Who, what- are these people for real? You decide to save it again, better put it into her cunt. Suddenly, hubby has come to life and unleashed the biggest python you have ever seen. “Fuck my wife Stefano, while she sucks my cock” he says. You oblige, moving around behind the horny wife, Joe underneath her, has his cock in her already so Stefano figures it’s her arsehole for him. Hubby’s cock can hardly fit into his wife’s mouth, this being the reason why he can’t fuck her much. As she struggles to suck him you and Joe work hard on her holes. You piston into her as hard and fast as possible, producing a big orgasm and finally much cum, which you enjoy watching dribble out of her. They all lie around for a while chatting giving you time to recover. “Time for a cum bath” you suddenly hear her say. The men are asked to stand around the kneeling wife, while she sucks their cocks in turn, encouraging them to cum as quickly as possible. Hubby arrives at an orgasm first. You thought you were a “big cummer” as they say on porn dating sites, but Hubby makes you look foolish, practically drenching his wife’s head with cum, wife, licking the sides of her mouth as it dribbles down her face then cleaning up Hubby’s cock. You and Joe are being sucked in turn and Joe starts to masturbate, finally exploding onto wife’s face laying a trail of thick white semen over her forehead. All the time wife is moaning and rubbing her clitoris, licking cum appreciatively. Not keen to get anyone else’s cum on you, you wait until she has swallowed and licked some of the cum off her face. Now you let go with a pulsating squirt over her cheeks and into her mouth. Wife, rolls it around her mouth making bubbles and finally swallows it all. Time for bed you decide, you thank them all for a great time and leave. Though you think another visit might be enjoyable, you see them on the site where you met but your messages go unanswered.

12 July 2020

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This is not sexy, it’s about an issue very important to me, that too few pay attention to. Don't Call Me Babe... I Forgot I forgot you don't like to be called Babe. I forgot. Oh, that's right, sorry, I forgot. All throughout my marriage to my second husband I was called babe, honey, darling. My first name was used in some business / work settings, but for the majority of the time my name might as well have been babe. Babe is certainly a term of endearment to many, and I'm not against pet names, terms of endearment, or the love languages that develop between two people who care about each other. In my situation, the use of my first name was a weapon designed to shoot home how angry my ex would be with me, and that I was 'on thin ice' and had to be careful. It was a tool of control that he wielded with precision, particularly in the last few months of our marriage when I had to deal with threats, coercion, and severe gaslighting and manipulation. My first name became synonymous with the kind of rage that would send me into a protective dissociative state that could last weeks, so intense was the rage that I had to find a way to escape it the only way I knew how: be invisible to the monster that came out, that used my first name to flay the skin off my body with his hateful words and threats that were forgotten by him within minutes of his rage subsiding. I eventually hated hearing my name used by him. I also feared it. When we call someone a generic term like babe it's also a way of not having to think too hard about the person you are with. You don't have to keep track of names because every woman becomes a babe. You never get caught saying the wrong name, because every woman you interact with is a babe, or a honey, or a darling...it's a lazy as fuck way of talking to a woman. But what about the man who keeps calling you babe after you've carefully explained why you hate it, why you need to hear you name spoken all the time, and why you need to have your name used intimately, gently, erotically, and that you want to be called by your first name always? You get the oops, I forgot, babe, er <insert name>. I forgot. I forgot you don't like to be called Babe. I forgot. Oh, that's right, sorry, I forgot. I forgot you told me 3 minutes ago, an hour ago, two hours ago, yesterday, the day before, and reminded me constantly not to call you babe. I know you don't like it. I just forget. I can't help it. I don't mean to forget. Blah blah blah. I even call you stupid names like 'boy' when you call me babe, and still you forget. What is it about the phrase “I forgot” that drives us nuts? I consider the phrase “I forgot” to be code for “I don’t care enough about you; your likes, dislikes, wants, and needs, don’t factor into my thinking when it comes to doing anything that might impact on you.” Why do we forget about the ones closest to us? When you always have to remind someone of why you don’t like something, what does that say about that person, and how much you matter to them? It is no good apologising for something and then going out and doing exactly the same action again, and again, and again. It is no good making amends and committing the same behaviour time and time again. There is little respect in the consistent forgetting. Personally, I think it’s about control and manipulation of others, and it’s a passive aggressive way of telling the other person just how important you are to them. Additionally, if you forget often enough, then your partner eventually just gives up asking, right? How is that a bad thing? It can't be that bad, can it? I'm just human you might think. I just forget sometimes. I don't mean it. I can't help it. What's the big deal? Why are you making a mountain out of a molehill? Get off my back. It's just a word, it doesn't mean anything. You know I don't mean anything by it. It's just a term of endearment. More blah blah blah. Because, we don’t really forget, do we? We just pretend that we do because it’s easier to say those words than the real ones you are thinking, like 'get fucked, I won't be doing that for you.' If you forget to bring the milk home on your way home from work, that’s one scenario of “I forgot” that could be explained away with distraction. We've all had those moments when it's the 'I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.' But what if your “I forgot” is a way of maintaining control? • I forgot you wanted to go out tonight and I’ve organised to do something... • I forgot you were allergic to <insert relevant allergy item> • I forgot you didn’t like mushrooms... • I forgot you were vegetarian... • I forgot your birthday/anniversary/special occasion... • I forgot to get my drivers licence... • I forgot you’d organised that... • I forgot you didn’t like... • I forgot you said we were leaving at this time... • I forgot that appointment you made for us/me... • I forgot you wanted me to do that... • I forgot you were doing that... Is a theme presenting itself? There are so many questions around these two little words. They convey so much intent without actually saying what they mean. Does saying “I forgot” absolve the other person from taking personal responsibility for their lack of emotional connectedness to you? This does not mean that when you say you are going to do something, that it's a promise written in stone forever. Things change, people change, and circumstances change. Sometimes we just do honestly forget. What I am talking about is the situation where you fully agree with the person you are listening to about a certain thing, and it requires you to do or act on something, and you consistently don’t take that action; that’s what I'm talking about here. I forgot has a huge impact on the other person, whether they are your spouse, partner, friend, colleague, or play partner. There is a manifest lack of integrity and respect towards me, or the person you're saying it to, in those two words. So when I tell you to use my name, and you continue to call me babe, honey, darling, despite being told again and again and again that I want you to stop, then that's going to get in the way of whatever else might be good between us, or might potentially develop. I hate being called babe when I've asked someone not to do it. I hate the emotional laziness that goes with this, because I don't do it to others. If you can't be fucked calling me by my first name, and keep telling me you forgot, how can you be trusted in the areas that matter, such as consent, boundaries, limits and so on? When you consistently forget the small stuff, effectively disregarding my limits and boundaries, then how can I trust you in other areas? This is such a red flag for me, and while most would laugh this off as just a lapse and no harm done, there is very real harm in this behaviour. I forgot is code for 'get fucked.' I forgot is code for 'I don't give a damn what you want, I'm going to keep doing what I want no matter what you tell me.' I forgot is a great big red flag. I forgot is a deal breaker for me, especially when it is done over and over again, and you are reminded constantly, and still keep calling me babe. Babe is a pig in a movie. I am a woman with a name. Use it or fuck off.

10 July 2020

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Grant carried me into the bedroom and lay me down on the bed. I was so exhausted, I almost dropped right off to sleep but when Grant’s lips met mine – his mouth and my pussy lips, I was snapped back to erotic awareness. As his tongue started flicking at my clit, my arousal began again. First he just flicked his tongue around my clit and then he closed his mouth over the top of my pussy and sucked my pussy lips and clit into his mouth. He sucked it hard and then he bit down on it, holding my clit between his teeth and slowly increased his bite as he flicked at it. It was starting to hurt a little and just as I was about to tell him to stop, my pussy was suddenly jammed full of fingers. I don’t know how many were inside me but in just moments, I felt the sensations I felt when he first brought me to those ejaculations I had when we together the first time. The biting pain disappeared as his fingers worked around the “magic” area that set me off last time. He pumped his fingers into me harder and harder and it seemed faster and faster. I was soon soaked in pussy juice as the tension built up between my legs. My hips rose off the bed to meet his thrusts and I came on his hand. As my body shook with the orgasm, his hands were still pumping into me. I felt the need to “pee” again and I knew my ejaculation was not far off. I was moaning like a thoroughly fucked whore when he withdrew his fingers and my juices erupted from my cunt like a fountain and I screamed in ecstasy. After 4 or 5 seconds, when my body stopped shaking and shuddering, I collapsed back down on the bed. I reached for and found his cock. It was rock hard! I really felt like what I thought a whore might feel like. I desperately wanted that big cock pounding into my cunt. Then, without warning, Grant smacked his open hand hard on my clit and pussy. He hit me 3 or 4 times as I yelped in shock and I remembered that is what he did the first time. His fingers then slammed their way into my flooding pussy and he pumped them into me again, harder and faster as I very quickly climbed to another climax just before he pulled them out of me and I exploded again. I gripped his cock so hard I thought it would break as my ejaculation squirted from my body. I began thrashing around like someone possessed! Now, as I lay there trembling, Grant just climbed over the top of me and before I had stopped shaking from the ejaculation, his cock was at my pussy. I looked up at him, still in free fall from my cumming and my squirting and he just smiled at me and then, fast and hard, he slammed his big beautiful cock deep inside of me. I screamed with pain, with pleasure, with happiness, with ecstasy. I screamed in just pure lust. I was fucked and being fucked and loving every second of it. I lay there like a rag doll, limp and unable to physically respond to his thrusts. My eyes filled with tears of joy. Grant asked if I was ok and my answer was with a nod of my head and a cry of “yes, yes, yes – just don’t stop”. I tried to raise my knees and give his cock more access to my throbbing cunt but I was too weak to lift them. Grant saw what I was trying to do and his put his arms under my knees and raised my legs for me. He slammed his cock deep inside me and I thought it would come out of my stomach! He then lifted my legs up over his shoulders and drove his cock into me even harder. I felt his balls slapping against my arse as his cock, somehow, slammed its full length inside me. It hurt like hell but it felt like a wonder drug. As my climax approached, I started moaning and repeating over and over that I was cumming. He said “together” and thrust into me even harder. An animal noise escaped from my mouth as I began to come (again!) and Grant groaned “yes… NOW!” as he pushed his cock as deep into my cunt as he could and filled my body with his hot sperm. I was on a cloud, floating and it seems, I passed out. Then I awoke to almost the same scenario but this time it was Kim who was at my pussy. Her soft sweet tongue was lapping at my pussy. My pussy was sore but her kissing and licking made it feel much better. I reached down to her and whispered that I think I am still full of Grant’s cum to which she replied “yes. I know and I am loving it mixed with your tasty pussy juices.” I just lay there and came again as she licked my pussy clean. When she finished, she turned around and I thought she was going to 69 with me but instead, she maneuvered her legs between mine and slid right up to me so our pussy lips were touching. This felt very strange until she started rubbing her pussy against mine. I had never seen or heard of this but as her pussy rubbed against mine, I could feel the pleasure rising in me again. She started gently at first but as things got more intense, our pussy juices mingled together and made our pussy wet and slippery, I pushed my pussy harder towards her. She said “now you are learning” and smiled at me. I felt so proud. I held her leg and pulled her closer and harder to my cunt. I was feeling like “whore for the night” and loving it. As our cunts ground together another orgasm coursed through each of our bodies. After a short time, I then moved to kiss Kim’s pussy and return the pleasures she has given me. As I licked, kissed, sucked and “fingered” her pussy, I realized how beautiful this all was. My mouth found the folds of her lips. I sucked them into my mouth and played with each in turn with my tongue. I nibbled lightly and sucked deeply on her clit until she came. Her lips wet my cheeks as I probed her pussy with my tongue. I felt I wanted to be “marked” by this woman so wiped my face across her pussy until my entire face was wet with her sweet juices. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her pee hole. My fingers explored the warmth and depth of her cunt and I kept pulling then out of her and putting them in my mouth to suck her cunt juice from them. I made her come and I drank her juices three more times until my mouth and tongue were too tired to continue. I felt like a whore, a queen, a slut – a different woman. My god! A lesbian! Made me wonder why I ever felt repulsed by the very thought of what I have been doing tonight. We came back to a face to face position and like a honeymoon couple, our legs entwined and our arms around each other, my titties pressed against hers and our mouths inches from kissing, we both fell asleep. Once more I awoke. In the semi darkness I realized it was dawn. I tried to move but I couldn’t. For a moment I could not understand why I couldn’t move. Then, as consciousness prevailed, I realized that I was on my back and both my legs were “pinned” down. My legs were spread asunder and across each of them was another leg holding them down. Grant on one side, Kim the other. Their free hands began to caress my body. They each touched then kissed my face and mouth and began to move their hands down my body. In a feeble response, I told them I was exhausted and I couldn’t. They said that’s ok, we can and as a hand of each of them found a tittie of mine to caress, I just closed my eyes and sighed “MMMmmmm… …”. In their own different ways, they played with my titties – with their hands, swapping sometimes before they both began kissing then sucking my nipples into their mouths. I had never had both nipples sucked at the same time before. I was on my way to heaven again. My nipples were pinched and squeezed and rolled about between fingers and sucked until they felt like they were stretched to about an inch long. From time to time they left my now rock hard nipples and I watched them kiss each other – then back to my nipples. While sucking my nipples, both their hands started towards my pussy. Without their mouths leaving my nipples, their hands found my pussy and they began playing. My pussy lips were pulled and rubbed and my clit was toyed with by one hand as the other slipped into my cunt. I lost track of who was doing what but with hands rubbing, probing, squeezing and just totally overwhelming my sensations, I came again. They told me to lay on my side and they both now changed positions on the bed. Kim placed herself behind me in a 69 position and Grant too was in a 69 position, his beautiful cock inches from my face. I had no idea what Kim was doing. My right leg was lifted over Grant’s shoulder and he brought his face to my pussy. As he started to suck my pussy, I took his cock in my hands and began to make love to it with my mouth. I kissed its big knob and watched in wonder as it grew in my hands. I recalled how this monster had plundered my pussy and how fantastic it felt. I kissed it from knob to base. I sucked his balls, one by one, into my mouth as I pumped it with my hands. It slowly grew to its full hard length. I licked it from top to bottom. What a position. My pussy being kissed and sucked towards another orgasm and a beautiful hard cock in hands, the head of which I had started to kiss and suck. As I started to take it in my mouth, I felt a warm wet tongue on my arse. Kim was sucking on my arse! I just went with the “flow” and enjoyed a new experience. WOW! I managed to get Grant’s big knob inside my mouth but that was all I could manage. I did my best to take more but I couldn’t. I stuck my tongue into its “eye” and sucked and did whatever I could with my mouth while I pumped its shaft. The more my arse and pussy were licked the harder I sucked and pumped on his cock. Then, without warning, as I was exploding with another orgasm, Grant shoved a couple or more fingers into my sopping wet cunt and Kim drove one of her fingers right into my arsehole! In shock, my arse clamped down on her finger as I spasmed through the orgasm and cried out in shock and pain. Never before was anything in my arse. As I came down from the orgasm, Grant and Kim coached me to relax and enjoy. By this time I was beyond caring as it was so new and different. I gave up thinking about it. I took to sucking Grants beautiful big cock again and the fingers started sliding in and out of me. The pain in my arse eased and the movement began to feel nice, if not pleasant. After I had been sucked to two more mind blowing orgasms, Grant started to jerk and he tried to push his cock deeper into my mouth. As he pushed, his cock erupted with cum. I kept my mouth clamped around his pulsating knob and sucked as hard as I could, all the time, pumping up and down on its shaft. When the pulsating stopped, I slowly removed my mouth from his knob, careful not to spill any of his nectar. I looked down at Grant and smiled. I opened my mouth so he could see his cum on my tongue before I swirled it all around my mouth, making sure each and every taste bud in my mouth enjoyed the fruits of my labour. I swallowed his cum and secretly wished there was more and hoped that someday soon, I would get more. When it was all on its way to my tummy, I smiled at him again, opened my mouth, showed him it was all gone and said “yummy”. We all went back to sleep again and when we awoke, we got up and went to the lounge room where George was sound asleep on the couch. Some time during the night he went to the couch to sleep. What a night he missed! I had a quiet chat with Kim before we went home and she invited me to come back the following Tuesday for lunch. Lunch as it turned out meant her eating me and me eating her. George got a late dinner that night and from that Tuesday onward, I ended up being a long term sexual relationship with Kim. Over time, I learnt how to be a great lady lover as Kim taught me all the tricks she knew and she made me practice them on her. I became truly bisexual and I loved every minute of it. About once a month or so, the four of us got together for fun and games and we formed a wonderful ongoing relationship that lased a few years. We all had a “fucking” good time. I said earlier that I had another woman come to mind when I was being fucked by Kim that very first time. Well, a few months after Kim first fucked me, although it took some time, I managed to seduced the lady I had in mind.

4 July 2020

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Lunar Eclipse It was past midnight. A near full moon hung ripely and serenely in a clear sky perforated with tiny stars that almost seemed to wink in complicity when looking directly at them. The two had been inside talking of all sorts of things: of their childhoods; of previous friendships and relationships; of their disappointing experiences of marriage; of the religious beliefs of family members; of their adult offspring; and of their present hopes and dreams, which are similar, and yet fundamentally different. Now, as they had playfully arranged just minutes previously, the woman that he loved beyond all capacity for him to measure or quantify, yet, sadly, whom he could only meet occasionally, left their overnight accommodation ahead of him and walked toward the nearby beach. He watched her from the eleventh-floor motel window with adoration, admiration, affection and desire as her figure alternatively came into view, lit briefly with gold by a street light, then was partially lost in shadow for a few steps before being set aglow again by the next suspended electric lamp. When his beloved had disappeared from sight for the last time, it was his turn to leave the room and follow. Down on the street, there was no sign of her ahead. And no one else was about either. He walked on, westward, toward the beach some two hundred metres away, wondering where he would find her, anticipating what they might do alone at that hour in that place. Within minutes, he had reached the bitumen path that runs north-south along the esplanade. Still there was neither sight nor sound of his lover. Which direction would she have taken? Straight down onto the sand? To the right, along the path a little, and then toward the gently murmuring sea? Or to the left and then onto the beach? He hesitated, trying to predict how she might have thought? But it was impossible to know. There were no apparent reasons for choosing one of the three possibilities over the others. Privacy could have been a determiner, yet there was no appreciable difference in that regard between the three ways. And, so, he began scouting for more clues or even a glimpse of his friend. He ventured some steps straight down onto the sand and peered into the semi-darkness in all directions. Nothing. No one. Back to the path and northward he walked, to the next gap in the seaside flora, to repeat the exercise. Not a soul. Returning to the path, his heart beating somewhat faster, he walked now southward with more purpose, past the first gap he had chosen and stealthily through the next that he came to. This time, although at first his eyes picked up no signs of a human presence, he suddenly noticed, just above the top of some low bushes, the familiar outline of his love’s hair catching what light there was from the moon. He approached her slowly and quietly, stopping a moment after every two or three steps. She seemed not to have seen or heard him as she sat silently and statue-like, looking out to the dark waters of the gulf. With no reason to hesitate any longer, he now moved boldly toward her into her peripheral vision and, as she glanced, smiling, in his direction, he said in character of their delightful little role-play: “It’s a beautiful evening. May I join you? Or would you find that threatening?” “Oh, gosh! That’s a bit forward, isn’t it? But why not? It is truly a very lovely evening and I would enjoy someone’s company to share it with. You look like a decent sort. Come and sit down on this rock.” “Thank you. I appreciate your trust.” With those words, and the act of sitting down close beside the woman, anticipation suddenly mounting, their charade abruptly ended. For the nearness they actually shared, not only in space and time, but also in relationship – not just this mere, and familiar touch of their bodies, their arms and their legs as they now sat alongside each other – sent their levels of arousal soaring. Although they were neither a couple, nor having an affair, they regularly enjoyed such close physical proximity as secret lovers, and they both knew where it would inevitably and happily lead. His right arm instinctively moved behind her back to encircle her waist as his left came to rest across her upper thighs and their faces turned toward each other, lips first brushing teasingly, then opening hungrily to the other. Their kisses were no mere pecks. They were not polite, familial expressions of blood ties. They were signals to each other of their mutual and burning desire to have the other in every way possible, to devour the other in a flaming fire of passion. They were thrilling, exciting, delicious kisses. They were confirmation of the deep connection at every level that these two uniquely shared. Without such a full connection of emotions and minds, two people could not possibly want each other physically with such intensity, nor with such urgency; could not crave oneness so pressingly. This was about far more than two bodies wanting orgasmic release. These kisses were the best initial means of communication for a man and woman wishing to go beyond the conversation of trusted friends, to express something more that was extremely special between them. And, so, they kissed at length – mouths, tongues, lips fully animated, uniting the two people in the first phase of their lovemaking. How much this man enjoyed her taste and the lively response of her tongue to his own tongue’s explorations. However, it was not only their mouths that were active. Their hands, too, were roaming, touching, feeling and finding places that brought increasing pleasure to both. Already, they were totally lost in each other. A crowd of onlookers could have gathered on the beach silently to watch, and the two lovers probably would have been oblivious! On top, she was wearing one of his favourite blouses of hers, a floral-patterned, Belgian one, with a black background, buttoned, but open at the neck. Below, all she had to cover her nakedness was a plain black skirt. Perfect colouring and attire for her long, chestnut hair and bright, brown eyes. He, too, on this balmy summer’s evening, had dispensed with underwear of any kind, wearing just denim jeans and a shirt of blue to match his eyes. No wonder that their fingers and the palms of their hands were easily finding bare skin to delight both the one touching and the one being touched. The multiplying sensations of pleasure were already beyond adequate description. For a minute or two, they rested their mouths and connected instead through their eyes. As they looked deep into each other’s hearts, as it were, he began with trembling fingers to unbutton her blouse from the top down. Did she want this he asked her with his eyes? Her eyes, rivalling the twinkles of all the stars overhead, replied with an emphatic “Yes! Yes, I do so want this!” Finally, he had managed to release all six buttons and the two edges of her blouse hung free like slightly parted curtains that beckoned him to see what lay beyond. His heart was racing now, his pulse able to be felt in every square centimetre of his body. Consequently, it was impossible for him to steady his hands as he took both curtains and drew them aside slowly. “Ahh!” he gasped involuntarily. The mere sight of his lover’s flawless, lightly tanned breasts before him took his breath away completely – as they had the very first time that he had unveiled them five or more years ago; and the way they had always done since, without fail. “I tell you this nearly every time”, he whispered. “Yours are the most perfect breasts in every way possible!” The rounded, pale clean fullness of her twin orbs easily eclipsed the beauty, and power to attract attention, of the single and incomplete, flat disc that was hanging in the starry sky above the water. And then…the jewels in the crown! The pièces de résistance! He had exposed her nipples, her delectably erect buds, to the night air, and more importantly to his tongue’s access. With one deft movement, accompanied by a deep, involuntary intake of breath, his gentle hands were suddenly, yet lightly moulded to her bare bosom, and his mouth had landed softly, first on one, and then the other, of those two delightfully captivating focal points. And as she began to moan and sigh with pleasure, his hands squeezed and stroked and massaged each perky breast more firmly, while his lips and tongue played ever more vigorously with her excited nipples. “Oh, how I want you! All of you!” he cried. At those words, his beloved took advantage of his self-interrupted lovemaking and pushed him firmly backwards onto the sand in order to rip open his buttoned shirt and plant her ravenous mouth on the tinier, but no less sensitive, peaks on his chest. As she knew it would, her attention to this part of her lover’s anatomy elicited a loud groan of gratification followed by boyish chuckling. He was so predictable! “What pleases you, my darling, brings me equal and more enjoyment”, she whispered. And with that, he lay back in a sheer state of bliss and utter contentment as her lips and tongue delighted him, sending the equivalent of little electric currents from those two insignificant buttons throughout his whole body. A full minute or two passed in this way before two minds and two bodies responded alike and they fell to wild and passionate kissing of mouths and faces and necks, finally to focus on the first. Their tongues danced and wrestled with each other so urgently, so ardently, the lovers could scarcely draw breath. It was as if they wanted to consume each other. And this passion was only intensified as their hands roamed and caressed each other’s bare skin and they spoke words that they speak to no other. “It seems so long, my dear, since we last were together.” “I know. Far too long. But it’s only been three weeks this time.” “Darling, you know I don’t do this with anyone else, don’t you? You are the only one!” “Yes, my sweet. Nor do I. I have no desire to be intimate like this with any other person. You are the only one who holds my heart.” Without losing their focus on each other, they fumbled to help themselves completely discard their clothing and use the various items as their “bed sheet” between them and the sand. What an indescribable sensation it was for his manhood to be at last set free from the confines of his jeans and become yet another means, the most sensitive of means, of his feeling her closeness as it touched and bounced against her thighs, lower abdomen…and vulva. Suddenly, she was holding it, running her hand lightly along it, feeling its length and stiffness. How it stretched and strained, under her loving touch, to find its way home! But before giving it rein, he moved downwards on his lover’s body and buried his face between her thighs, where his tongue found another familiar playground. How he relished the experience of imagining what he was actually doing as he used his lips and tongue to find and identify the different parts of the flower whose nectar he was drinking. There were the moistened petals to the sides, of course, and slightly off-centre, reached by the upward sweep of his tongue, was that glorious, undoubtedly now glistening, pink bud, becoming ever-more erect, and easy to find. How they both revelled in the awareness of their rapidly escalating arousal, produced by this very intimate act, which was but a prelude to the main event. Suddenly, a little gasp escaped her lips as her body involuntarily shuddered with a wave of pleasure. As sensations mounted again, becoming momentarily too quickly intense for her, she reached for her lover’s face and brought her lips again to his. Kissing was - for both of them, happily - the preferred lingua franca before, during and after their consummation. The more they kissed and frantically caressed each other’s entire bodies, including all the crevices of mystery that the human body offers the lover on tour of his favourite destination, the tighter they grasped one another, the closer they pressed their bodies together. But still they had not joined themselves fully. They were climbing the mountain and had got close enough to the top to be enjoying magnificent views already. But they knew from previous trips that when they reached the summit there would be no comparison! “Oh babe, I want you. I want you so badly! I cannot get close enough to you!” “Darling, you make me so wet. I want to hold you so tightly. It’s as if I can’t get enough of you. I need you inside of me!” Suddenly, she broke away from him. “I want you to do doggie,” she exclaimed with a cheeky smile, flipping herself around and offering him the most exquisite of views. The openings before him, and their surrounding landscape, were pristine and, oh, so inviting! However, neither of the two lovers had any particular desire to use a pathway other than that which had naturally evolved for such excursions into paradise and the continuation of the species. That is not to say, though, that they did not appreciate, or even indulge in, the pleasures and delightful sensations associated with touching and exploring the whole of this nether region of the human body. He had already been transporting them both to a higher level of heaven a few moments earlier as his fingers ran the length and depth of the crack between her bottom cheeks and played at the more minor of the two entrances. Now, it was time to directly approach her main gateway and tap at the tiny doorbell with his magic wand. It was all he could do to restrain himself, after that simple action, from plunging straight in to satisfy his own desires. Yet, he managed somehow to suppress the violent urge driving him toward that course. Instead of penetrating in a rush, he used amazing self-control to tease his lover by allowing his penis to touch and “sniff” the alluring scent of her partially hidden, beautiful petals before gently probing the centre of this most mysterious and captivating of flowers. Slipping it in slightly deeper, he immediately began withdrawing it slowly. The sensation for both of them, as he repeated this action a number of times, each time going a little deeper, was mind-blowing. More than anything, she loved the feeling of him inside her and craved the manly thrusting and release that were now getting closer and closer. As for him, he was almost being driven mad by the intensity of exquisite pleasure he was experiencing at the tip of his iron-hard rod, combined with the more general feelings of arousal as his lower abdomen pressed in against her soft, silky smooth bottom cheeks. Again, as if one in mind and body, the two “doggies” decided upon their next joint move, which was to become “missionaries”. With a break of mere seconds in their passion, they separated and re-joined, with him now above her, their faces close together and their souls linked through their eyes. Lower down, he was preparing his key, which for several years now had equally belonged to her, to slide gradually and fully into the beautifully formed keyhole of the locket between her lovely legs. For some time, the lovers had taken the view that this key and this locket were designed for each other; that they were, so to speak, of one piece. All of a sudden, their mouths were sealed as one at the lips, their tongues writhing excitedly and juicily together within the shared space. And their bodies pressed hard against each other, arms holding torsos tightly, while her legs parted to invite his second entrance. Deep inside her, he slid, his sword of love soon buried to the hilt in her perfectly matching sheath. As her legs stretched outward and upward and closed firmly around her man, they looked again into each other’s eyes, whispering their most endearing words saved exclusively for each other. Then they began their prostrate, rhythmic dance – he gently, yet firmly, thrusting in and out the full length of her love canal; she alternately squeezing and releasing his manhood, bringing it to its absolute greatest length and fullest girth. The feelings they were now experiencing were amazing and wonderful, thrilling and exhilarating beyond words. Nevertheless, they both tried to express something of their joy as they drew breath from their deep kissing. “I just love having you inside me like this.” “And I love being here. There is no place I’d ever rather be. This is home for me!” “Keep on thrusting. You are so hard! I love your thrusting. I want all your cum. Give me all of your cum.” “I will babe. I want you to have it all. Every single drop. I want you to have all of me.” “Yes, give me all your cum. I want all of you. I feel so close to you when you cum inside me.” The crescendo was building too rapidly now and was unstoppable. In an instant, the music of their lovemaking seemed to break and burst and spill into the most magnificent of resolutions, their very souls set free, as it felt to them both, and transported together heavenward on the most enchanting and harmonious of “spiritual melodies” that can be produced by lovers so truly united in their skilled playing of each other. Replete, relaxed and totally satisfied in the deepest parts of their beings, the woman and the man, lay joined, almost motionless and mostly speechless a full ten minutes or so, simply holding and gently kissing one another with deep affection. She continued to be a very willing host to his softened, but still interested, manhood, which twitched now and again with pleasure in its snug, secure home. “I can’t believe it, my sweet! Our lovemaking just seems to get better and better!! That was absolute, pure magic!” “For me, too, darling. You are my perfect lover. You satisfy me completely. I feel fulfilled in every way by our lovemaking. You make me feel so good!” “The feeling is definitely mutual my dearest. You are my absolute treasure.” Eventually, hand in hand, still feeling a powerful current pass back and forth between them, they began to walk leisurely and deeply contented in every way back to their room, where each suspected that the flames of their ardour could easily and quickly be rekindled! If they had looked more closely at each other there in the darkness, each would have seen a smile on the other’s face – a smile that seemed to communicate: “I feel so secure and happy in this person’s presence. I never feel like this with anyone else.” CODA: Words from the song by Eric Clapton, “Wonderful Tonight”. And then I tell her, as I turn out the light, I say, “My darling, you were wonderful tonight. Oh, my darling, you were wonderful tonight”.

1 July 2020

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I remember years ago getting into a discussion about squirting. Since I had never experienced it, I did not believe it to be anything more than urinating. And I am sure many who read this will already be mouthing that as they read this. Being ADHD I have a very strong creative streak, but on this matter I am going to be very objective and I will take you on my journey built over many experiences starting with an incredible Latin girl from when I lived in America. Until this exotic Latina, I was on the it's BS side of the argument. But one night this rigid stance of mine was brought into question, 'did that just happen?', which was quickly replaced with 'what the fuck just happened?' I was lying on my back with this beauty straddled across me. I could see in her motion and by her breathing she was about to cum as she had many times before with me on the many nights we had shared incredible and passionate intimacy. But this night, it was little different. We had been doing a little bit of role play and had stopped at sleazy motel for the night and I had paid her like she was a cheap hooker. My hands glided up her arms and rested upon her bare shoulders and in that moment I just knew, I pulled her hard down thrusting the full length of my cock deep inside her. There was this incredible cry of pleasure as she climaxed, but louder than ever before and she suddenly dug her nails into my chest and pushed hard back against my grasp becoming completely upright. She moaned and then it happened. Something I have never felt since. I could feel this sudden warmth travel down the length of my cock and then onto my pubic bone and balls. The warmth was not imagined or subtle. Had she just squirted on me? Whatever just happened was from within the vagina. Years passed on since that night and the memory of my Latina and that night never faded. We had many incredible nights, but none saw a repeat of that moment. Recently, I started dating a submissive. If you read my other stories about this girl, you will get an idea of her likes and high pain desire. When I first met her, she was unable to orgasm on a cock and had many ill conceived ideas about sex that seemed to emulate a bad porn film. Over time I taught her to slow down and allow the pleasure to build for her. To begin she never squirted until one day it happened. I introduced her to fisting and with this the squirting began to increase. Again the argument it is urinating is going to be mouthed by the disbelievers and I would have been there right with you saying the same... But this time my entire fist was inside her and I could feel the wet warmth moving down over my entire fist and then exiting her vagina. Recently, after a long break, we reconnected for one last time. She had not felt my touch for months, but instantly our kiss reignited a torrid rage of passion. As soon as my hand found its way under her panties and pressed hard against her clit, she began to moan. 'harder, harder, harder... please make me cum' and with that I thrust my fingers deep and firmly inside of her causing her to scream, 'Yes' as she orgasmed and immediately soaked my hand and her pants with a powerful gush. I continued to use my fingers over her clit and then inside her grabbing her with all my strength. 'Please, Please, Please' she begged for more pressure. Her words ring in my ears... they are rushed but soft with fast breaths. She came over and over and with every orgasm this squirt became harder. There was a pool of fluid where she lay and I lost count of how many times she came under the stars. Cars are driving by and headlights flicker through the trees around us. As she begins to orgasm I kiss her holding her throat and say, 'Let me see your eyes'... Obediently she opens her eyes and again explodes onto my hand. She is panting as I relax my hand between her legs and lightly tease over her clit allowing her to almost catch her breath. Eyes starting into mine, she begs, 'I want your cock'. I allow to climb atop of me and she crazily begins to fuck me harder than I have ever remembered. She is possessed as she cums atop of me and squirts all over me numerous times... I am so lost in her pleasure, I know I am not going to cum. I push her off me and I tell her to bend over in front of me. Her ass and cunt are exposed fully to me as I now stand naked behind her and with my hand rubbing over her clit, I slam my fingers hard and fast inside of her. I press her head down firmly into the camp mattress we brought with us and I grab her hair forcibly to push her head down harder. Her fingers grasp firmly into the mattress. My other hand is cupped with my arm rubbing over her ass, meaning her clit is below my fingers and as she cums again. With this her fluid comes over the top of my fingers into my palm and is deflected up over her ass... Anyone who knows the female anatomy knows that it is physically impossible that fluid to have been urinated into my palm when my fingers were higher and inside her vagina unless you think urine comes from her ass. Having said all that, I too have watched porn videos where they are urinating so I understand why some people conclude as they do. but I don't care, I know what I experienced and even had it been urine, which it was not, it was an amazing experience.

1 July 2020

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It was difficult seeing you across the foyer of the hotel, you were the last person I had expected to see at the Mayors Charity ball. I caught your eye and we smiled and nodded in polite surprise. I noticed you husband was by your side as my wife was also attending. We both went back to our pre dinner drinks and conversations with our guests. It wasn’t until we were ushered into the ball room that we both realised we had been sat at the same table and the palace cards had been laid out in a way that partners had been separated. Walking around the table both our partners found themselves their settings as you and I realised we were sitting opposite our partners and side by side. To say I found the idea of sitting next to you at a dinner that our partners were also attending oblivious to the fact we knew each other was exceptionally arousing. You were dressed in a beautiful gown with a long slit up the left hand side displaying your beautiful legs. As it happed you seat was to my right. I was dressed as I normally do in my kilt so as we sat we touched skin on skin as we sat at the cramped round table. The entrée was served and conversation around the table was interesting as most of the couple had never met. As you slowly ate your soup I felt your hand move from your lap to mine and then slowly push my kilt a little higher with each spoon full. All the while caressing the skin of my inner thigh until your fingers brushed against my balls. I don’t know how you were doing it, looking across the table and laughing and chatting with the others as the table cloth was pushed back to hide you hand now stroking my cock as the gentleman on my left had left to chat at another table. Hard is an understatement. You nails ding into my cock gently as you stroked me slowly back and forth so as no one would know or suspect what you were doing. The waiters came to clear the table and you place your hand back on the table. You stand and excuse yourself from the table and walk off to I could only assume was the bathroom. When you came back you sit down laugh at the end of you husbands joke you had heard many times before and as you do you place something on my lap ever so discreetly. When I get a chance I look down and realise it’s your lace g string knickers. I smile and tuck them into my sporran. Dinner is served and as we finish and the table is being cleared you ask if the upstairs gallery is open overlooking the hall. The waiter replies yes and you ask if anyone else is interested in walking up and having a look. With no other takers I suggest that no woman should be alone and I decide to accompany you. I walk around the table and kiss my wife on the cheek. We grab our wine glasses and we walk towards the entrance doors and then around and up the stairs of city hall to the balcony and then rather than into the main doors we walk along the long curved corridor to the last set of doors. At this point we are hidden because of the curve of the hall way and you turn and take my hand and pull me close. Kissing me deeply as your tongue dances with mine. I push open the door and its as if we are looking down on fairy land. The lights of the main ballroom are dimmed as all the tables have candles. Where we have walked into the upper balcony is almost in darkness by comparison to main hall. You walk down to the railing and tell me to sit on the first chair, you step in front of me lean over the balcony and look at the crowd. You look over your shoulder and in the dim light of the balcony tell me to have an early desert as you pull you dress up exposing you naked rear. You know how much I love that sight and I lean forward placing my tongue in each of your holes as you wave to some one down stairs. I can hear you moan as I replace my tongue with my fingers and sit back to enjoy the view of my fingers disappearing into both your arse and pussy. I am hidden to those below by the height of the solid railing along with the dim lighting. You move back as if to sit, first pushing aside my sporran and then opening the front of my kilt. As you sit down I slide forward and the you guide my cock into your arse. We don’t have much time before we are missed you say and I cum so much quicker with a finger on my clit and you in my arse. You take me all the way inside you and then start to rise and fall on my cock, at first using the arms of the chair to help you rise and fall as I feel you already wet pussy start to leak juices over my balls. Suddenly you stop and sit with me deep inside of you, you reach forward and grab your empty wine glass with one hand whilst you bring yourself to orgasm filling the glass as your do. As your orgasm subsides you lean back against me and tell me again how much you love me in your arse then you step up and straighten your dress and I my kilt. You hand me the wine glass with your juices and ask me if I will drink you. Always I say. You then tell me to take it with me to the table and drink it in front of everyone as if its wine. Back at the table my crotch wet with your juices I sit and drink you as we both laugh along with the conversation of our table guest. Every now and again your hand on my lap.

26 June 2020

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I lead you through the door of the two bed room holiday apartment. I have a surprise for you I tell you but I don’t want you to move I just want you to enjoy this. I had picked this apartment because of the very solid dining table. I ask you to take off you clothes and act a little distant. You go to kiss me and I say just wait. Once naked I spread a towel on the table and ask you to lie down. I grab a blind fold and and cover your eyes then go to a bag and pull out some belt cuffs, I have four and they are attached to lengths of thick black rope. I Attach one to each wrist and ankle. Once I have done this I lift your legs and pull you butt so it just hangs over the edge of the table. With your knees pulled up to your chest I take the rope attached to one ankle and tie it to the leg of the table closest to your head. I then do the same to the other side . The ropes are Not tight but rather support the weight of your legs up and open your pussy and ass exposed. I then take the ropes attached to each wrist taking them inside each leg and again tied to the legs of the table closest to your butt. Again not tight but comfortable but not allowing you to now move. your arms now resting either side of your body your breast pushed up and inviting buy your arms, your knees are up towards your breasts but have fallen open ankles in the air. I take off your blind fold and say I have a present for you, you smile that little smile and say oh yeh. You want my arse, I do I say but not yet. I place a pillow under your head and place a mask over your face, you can see but your face is hidden. You watch as I walk over and produce a small video camera, I have a gift for you I tell you and open the door to one of the bedrooms. 20 men of different ages walk out and start to undress. I shall film you so you can watch later I tell you. One by one the place a condom on and slip into you pussy first and then your arse. I circle filming the whole time sometimes from a distance and others up close so I can see the folds of you labia being pulled and pushed with each stroke of the guy who is in you slides in and out. As each guy finishes they dress and leave until two very well built guys are left. You have just been pounded for 30 minutes continually as each fucked you and brought you almost to orgasm. Restrained so you couldn’t move you enjoyed it all so much but being brought to the edge of orgasm to have each guy stop and a new one start has you begging to cum. I undo your hand restraints whilst the two beautiful and well hung younger guys undo your ankle straps. I take your hand And lead you to the king size bed as one of the young guys lies down, you look at me and I tell you you can now cum. Hop on top of the young guy. The look in your eye as you climb on top of him and slip his substantial cock into your pussy. I keep filming as the other guys kneels beside your face and you take his equally substantial cock into your mouth. Your now rocking the cock in your pussy out as you take the other guys cock deep in your mouth. The look of pleasure on you face is amazing you juices running down over the guy on the beds balls. Stop I say let’s get a pic him in your arse, you rise and slip off his cock then take one hand a slip it into your arse. Your in heaven. You have now had 19 different cocks in your arse this one the biggest. I ask you how it feels but you are lost in the moment of bliss. I continue filming and tell you I have one more treat. I nod to the young guy whos cock is in your mouth. He pulls away and moves to stand behind You on the bed as you ride the other guy. The guy on the bottom says stop and holds your hips still as the second guy crouches so his erect cock is now behind you arse hole still filled with the first guy. I move around behind you to film as he too slips his cock into your arse. They both work in tandem both trying to push their cocks as far into you as they can pumping you hard. Your now lying on top of the first guy your hands gripping the sheets trying to push back so you can get them deep inside you. Suddenly you collapse as a massive orgasm envelopes your Whole body The two guys slowing their tempo and enjoying your orgasm to also cum. The second guys pulls out steps off the bed and gets dressed. You fall off the first guy and he too gets dressed and silently leaves . I turn off the camera and sit beside you on the bed resting against the head board as I stroke your hair. I let you just enjoy the feeling as I pull the mask away from your face . I even let you sleep exhausted by what has just happened. You wake an hour later and I hand you a glass of wine. How you say, lots of web site posts and coffee shop meetings. What about you you ask. When your ready I reply and say let’s watch some tv. You sit in the couch naked glass of wine in hand as I plug in the camera to a tv in put. This is your present for your 60th I just wanted you to see how much you turn guys of every age on. You sit mesmerized for the first 15 minutes as you watch guy after guy in your mouth and in your pussy and arse. I am Sitting beside you stroking my hard cock looking at you as you watch your self and then back at the screeen. Suddenly you stand move in front of me and slide my cock into your arse as you sit down. This is a better way to enjoy this and for the next 15 minutes you slide up and down on my cock as we both enjoy the video. I haven’t cum yet nor have you. you ask me to lie on the floor and then position yourself over my face before you lean down taking my cock into your mouth. I reach around and hold your cheeks apart as I lick your clit, your mouth rising and falling around my cock as I raise my hips to meet each down ward stroke of your head. I sense your climax again and you mine. I am raising my hips to meet your mouth faster now as you orgasm and spray a mixture of orgasmic juices and pee into my mouth. I start to cum as you take me deep into your mouth your teeth biting the base of my cock in an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain as I continue to drink you.

26 June 2020

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