You walk into the elevator, and there I am, leaning against the wall, a smirk playing on my lips. "Well, well, well, look who it is," I say, pushing off from the wall and standing up straight. "The girl who's been keeping me up at night." You blush, but I can see the spark in your eyes. "Michail, you're impossible," you say, but there's a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "I'm impossible? You're the one who's been driving me crazy with those tight little skirts and those heels that make your ass look like a fucking dream," I say, stepping closer to you. The elevator doors close, and we're alone. "You're crazy," you say, but your breath hitches as I reach out and run a finger down your arm. "Crazy for you," I murmur, leaning in close. I can smell your perfume, sweet and intoxicating. I can see the pulse in your neck, beating faster and faster. I press my lips to your neck, and you gasp. "Michail," you whisper, but I can feel your body pressing against mine, your breasts pushing against my chest. I trail kisses down your neck, my hands roaming over your body. I can feel your nipples hardening through your shirt, and I know you want this as much as I do. I spin you around, pressing you against the elevator wall. I grind my hard cock against your ass, and you moan. "You like that, don't you?" I growl in your ear. "You like feeling my cock against you." You nod, your breath coming in short gasps. I reach around and unbutton your blouse, my hands cupping your breasts. I pinch your nipples, and you cry out. I spin you back around, my mouth crashing down on yours. You kiss me back, your tongue tangling with mine. I hike up your skirt, my hands roaming over your ass. I can feel the heat of your pussy through your panties, and I know you're wet for me. I pick you up, and you wrap your legs around my waist. I carry you to the corner of the elevator, pressing you against the wall. I grind my cock against your pussy, and you moan. "Fuck, you're so wet," I growl, my fingers finding their way into your panties. I rub your clit, and you cry out, your hips bucking against my hand. I slip a finger inside you, and you're so tight, so wet. I add another finger, and you moan, your head falling back against the wall. I pull my fingers out, and you whimper. I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking your juices off them. "You taste so fucking good," I say, my voice husky with desire. I set you down, and you immediately drop to your knees. You look up at me, your eyes filled with lust. You unbutton my pants, pulling out my cock. You lick your lips, and I groan. "You want to suck my cock, don't you?" I say, my voice a low growl. You nod, your eyes never leaving mine. You take me in your mouth, and I groan, my head falling back against the wall. You suck me like a pro, your head bobbing up and down. You take me deep, your throat constricting around my cock. I can feel my orgasm building, but I don't want to come yet. I pull you off my cock, and you look up at me, your lips swollen and wet. I pull you up, spinning you around. I bend you over, your ass in the air. I hike up your skirt, pulling down your panties. I rub my cock against your pussy, and you moan. "Fuck me, Michail," you beg, looking back at me. "Fuck me hard." I don't need to be told twice. I slam into you, and you cry out. I start to move, my hips slapping against your ass. You push back against me, meeting my thrusts. "You like that, don't you?" I growl, my hands gripping your hips. "You like feeling my cock inside you." "Yes," you moan, your body shaking. I can feel your pussy clenching around me, and I know you're close. I reach around, rubbing your clit. You cry out, your body convulsing as you come. I can feel your pussy pulsing around me, and it's too much. I come, my cock pulsing inside you. I pull out, and you turn around, a satisfied smile on your face. "Well, that was... interesting," you say, straightening your clothes. I chuckle, tucking my cock back into my pants. "Interesting? That's one word for it," I say, leaning in close. "How about we do it again sometime? Maybe somewhere a little more... private." You laugh, pressing the button for your floor. "Maybe," you say, a mischievous glint in your eye. "But only if you promise to eat my pussy next time." I grin, my cock already hardening at the thought. "Deal," I say, as the elevator doors open and you step out, leaving me with a view of your ass as you walk away. "Deal."

6 March 2025

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Our two football teams had clashed and I had lost the bet. I was to provide a massage. But did I really lose? Laying on my bed was a sexy blonde MILF. Curves, huge breasts with little erect nipples, a smooth pussy, red toenails and her 45 year old body had me throbbing. Of course all I wanted to do was slide myself straight inside her and that’s what she wanted as well. But I was going to have her begging. I laid her on her stomach and began to oil her body. Slow and soft across the shoulders, up and down her back. Her body felt incredible. Then I was to start her legs but before I did I laid my body over her. My hard cock pressing against her oily butt as I kissed her neck and ears. While I did so she moaned. Already she was horny. I started to massage her legs pressing firmly as I rubbed the backs of her thighs and calves. Now was the first tease. It was time for the inner thigh. I spread her legs slightly and started to massage her inner thighs. My hands went close to her pussy but not touching. I did this a few times before I brushed her pussy. She gasped loudly and I could feel how warm and wet her pussy was. I ran my hand over the outside of her pussy but didn’t slide a finger inside. It was time to start massaging the front of her sexy body but again she was going to be teased before I did so. I had her on her knees. Her back against my chest. Her huge breasts exposed to the cool night air and I massaged them from behind. Running my hands from underneath and pinching the nipples as I did so. I kissed her neck and ears hearing her moans while I teased her body. I moved her onto her back this time and spread her legs slightly apart. I didn’t start on the top of her body because that was where I had another plan for. I started to massage her legs one at a time with it in the air. Her leg on my shoulder and my cock close to her pussy. My hands gliding up and down her oily legs and those red toenails near my mouth. My mouth wrapped around her big toe as I started to kiss and suck on her sexy feet and toes. I saw her gripping the sheet with her outstretched hands. Now it was time to finish massaging her body. I moved between her thighs and started to massage her chest and stomach. My hands moved up and over her neck just adding a little bit of pressure to see her reaction. She moaned. I worked my hands down her body and shuffled down myself. Kissing her breasts and stomach before softly kissing her pussy. She lay there moaning and breathing heavy. It was time. I started to run my tongue inside her now soaking pussy. She tasted incredible. My tongue running inside before flicking her clit. It wasn’t too long and she was cumming all over my face and mouth. I moved back up and kissed her so she could taste herself. Deep passionate kisses while I slid my cock inside her. I started pumping while she wrapped her legs around me. I held her hands next to her head while I pumped and she cum again. She was soaking wet. She wanted to get on top and riding me. My cock slid inside and she started moving back and forth. Slowly quickening the pace. Her body was amazing with those huge tits bouncing as she moved. Her pussy so wet I could feel it running over my balls. She cum for the third time digging her nails into my chest but that was short lived because it was my turn to cum. Since she didn’t want me to fill her incredible pussy up I went for the next best option. Those huge breasts. I stroked my cock over the top of her and cum all over her huge tits. We both kissed deeply while we were both covered in oil, sweat and each others cum. Time for a shower. Together of course. Her naked body against mine again while I washed her. But that my friends is a story for another time.

5 March 2025

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Just over four years ago, l was made redundant from the telecommunications industry after 42 years, as everything was been migrated to NBN. One day, said to my partner might set myself up as a small tour business gold coast hinterland, Northern Rivers region NSW, including Byron, then covid struck, our border closures, took up incorporating Uber with my tour business. Late one Saturday night picked up a mature age couple late at night, from a house in Southport, she was in the front, he was in the back, we dropped him off on the way, took her remote rural property gold coast hinterland. When we got there, she slipped off her short dress, revealing her nakedness underneath, she kept whispering, fuck me, fuck me. When ask her what was going on, she said the other guy we dropped off, they were both married, not to each other, they been to a couples party, he had sex there, she missed out, wasn't going home without it. Was fully aware code of conduct between rider, driver shared rider industry, alarm bells ringing everywhere, what if she made a complaint to uber, destroy my business, my marriage. I am very spiritual, do meditation, had a blanket in the car used with riders with assistance animals, laid that on the grass beside the road, had her sit lotus position, medicating bring her out of it. Things going nicely, thought try something different, whispering to her, telling her to squeeze her floppy boobs, which she did, tease your nipples, which she did, she was totally relaxed, following my every word, then told her, rub your clit, nice and slow, listening to my voice, she just obeyed. Whispering to her, asked her what she wanted, she responded go oral on me, penetrate my rear passage as my partner not done to me on long time. Asked her, she had bit of moisturiser in her bag, she said yes, in soft gentle words, told her take it out, bit on her fingers, slide your fingers inside her. This stage, not put a finger on her, l was still fully dressed, guiding her with my words. Then instructed her to lay on her tummy, her knees under her, picking up tube of cream, some on my fingers, slide my fingers slowly in and out of both her holes, no resistance, she just obeyed, good feel her cumming, my fingers up both her holes, whispering to her, go through it, cum, cum, want me to stop, she screamed out no, haven't had this done to me in so long, what l enjoy the most, she just started squirting uncontrollably, her juices gushing from her, she was just so vocal. Told her, roll over, my fingers deep inside her pussy, she was just responding to my touch, climaxing my fingers inside her, then went oral on her, her naked body responding to my touch. Slowly let her come down from her high, my fingers pressing into the softness of her boobs. Cuddled in each others arms, wild passionate kissing, time for u to go inside, slipped her dress on, final hug, kiss, she disappeared down the darkness of long rural driveway, never heard from her again. At times, think about her, what if we had exchanged contact details, would we had finished up fucking on a regular basis, not to ponder, l went back working. What is the attraction with mature age women to anal sex?

2 March 2025

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It was a lazy Thursday last week with time to spare. I checked my inbox to find a request from a well hung gentleman over in the eastern suburbs. After chatting on line for a while I knew we had a connection and the flirting had begun. X asked me when we could catch up , my heart raced as I knew I had the rest of the day free, so I messaged back and asked if he was free today. It only took a few seconds for his reply , and to my delight he said he could be there in 40 mins. Excitement grew inside me as I knew I was in for a real treat. X was was well hung and packing 8 inches of meat. As the clock ticked away my stomach grew with excitement and his anticipated arrival. 40 minutes passed and as promised he arrived at my door. There was no time to be wasted we both knew it was going to be a fun time. X said , let’s get into this straight away so we headed to the bedroom. We both stripped instantly. X lay on the bed and in a flash I had his big cock in my mouth. Slowly it grew into this monster and after 5 mins of pleasuring his cock he reached for the lube and asked me to bend over. As he entered my asshole I groaned with delight and x commented on how tight my ass was. Pounding away at my wet hole , I took his full 8 inches into me, he was pounding away screaming how tight and awesome it was. After a while he asked me to lie on my side and he pleasured me some more, it was good to have a hard cock in me as it had been a while. After 5 minutes, he pulled out of my ass and I leant over to give him another blow job and sucks his balls. X masturbated and after sucking his balls he asked me if he could cum in my mouth. I gladly accepted and as he climaxed I took his full sweet load in my mouth. I played with myself and I ended up cumming in my hand and smearing it all over his dick and stomach. What an afternoon. Cant wait for the next time.

1 March 2025

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I wake up enough to check the time. Still early enough to keep sleeping for an hour or so. I roll over and cuddle up behind you, half asleep you snuggle back against me. I get comfortable and try to go back to sleep holding you. But feeling your warm naked body against mine, my cock decides to have other ideas, slowly getting hard, coming up between your legs under you bum. I try to ignore it and go to sleep. But you feel it too, and you don't ignore it. You start to move your hips, your ass moving against my pelvis, the front of your pussy rubbing against my hard cock. Feeling you moving against me, I give in. If I can't get back to sleep I may as well enjoy you. So I move my top hand down to rest on your pelvis, my fingers playing with your clitoris while my cock slides been your labia against the front of your pussy, starting to get you wet. Soon shift your hips so my cock can slide straight into you. Lifting your top leg apart you keep moving and flexing your hips as you feel my cock inside you and my hand still playing with the front of your pussy. Then I move my hand up to play with your breasts as I kiss your neck, shoulder from behind. For a moment I sit up enough and you twist around enough that we can kiss each other as we move together. "Good morning." I say. But all you respond with is a half moan, half purring sound as you flex and squeeze your pussy around me. Then I move so that my legs are either side of your low leg and I hold your other leg up in front of me as I keep moving inside you as you lay on your side. Though this position dose not stay comfortable for long, so you roll over on to your hands and knees, moving against me as I keep thrusting inside you. Moving together as we build up an enthusiastic rythum. Just as you start to come close to an end, I pull you to be kneeling up in front of me, so I can hold your breast and tease your nipples as I keep thrusting inside you from behind. Very soon you sit down hard on me, grinding against my lap as you shudder and orgasm around my cock. As you start to relax, you lay back down on your belly, legs spread apart and hips tilted for me to keep leaning over you and keep moving inside you from behind. Once you have recovered, I push deep into you, laying on top of you, hugging you close I roll us both over so you are on top of me. For a while you lay on top of me as move one hand to play with your breasts, the other to play with the front of your pussy as my cock keeps thrusting into from underneath. Knowing I won't last much longer roll over on top of me. Kissing me as you move yourself up and down the length of my cock while my hands play with your breasts. It is not long you are moving at a frantic pace and you feel me start to cum inside you, but you just keep going, until you sit up straight on top of me, grinding your pelvis against mine as you orgasm with my still pulsing cock deep inside you. Laying back beside me, with a big smile you say, "Yes, it is always a good morning when we start it this way."

28 February 2025

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I met my first hook up under very unusual circumstances, well for me it was! On arriving at her home she was dressed seductively in a slip and gown. I was ushered into a lounge room and greeted by her partner. Mmm well I had to pass muster first. That's ok as I don't mind being watched if that's what he likes! I was a little unsure, but my boner certainly made my intention obvious😜 A drink was placed on the table at the side and as it was placed there, my eyes were drilling into her perky boobs and erect nipples, further hardening my resolve! After a bit, I was ushered to a room, well prepared with a wet sheet laid out. I was told to strip and was feeling quite devoured by the stares that pierced every crevice and post! Before me was a very respectable looking woman that obviously was determined and single minded. Her tits were gorgeous. I was encouraged to lay down, not my usual first move. My hands yearned to feel this woman and that's exactly what I did. I was thrilled to find her totally drenched, which for me is mandatory for great sex. My fingers naturally and seamlessly were embedded deep within her pussy! Wow! The next thing I knew was my fingers were engulfed and drawn deeper still within her and it felt like her pussy was an octopus, gripping and sliding itself around my probing fingers. My thumb in her arse could feel it all just as well. Awesome feeling! I had never felt this before, it was magical exciting and quite confronting at the strength within her! Never in my life had a felt such a strong woman internally, incredible. I immediately wanted to dive in head first and that's exactly what I did, the smell taste and feel of aroused pussy is my passion. This one tasted awesome and the smell was intoxicating. After she realised I was adept at this and as she became super aroused, just as all first encounters are if they are well matched, but she quickly rolled me on my back and mounted my cock with quite considerable lips straddling my cock like a saddle and proceeded to slide her ample pussy along the length of me cock, while my fingers returned to that warm enticing pussy from behind her, with two inserted and my thumb well up her arse. Again wow! So her pussy whilst sliding vigorously along my shaft, with her vagina inside wrapped around my fingers and her arsehole twerking my thumb. I was then I heard this enticing almost animal type moan from her and a rapid tightening around my fingers and then the most awesome flow of juices flowed out all over us gushed out all over my cock, balls and lower body. It was was arm and not just piss as it was thicker and slippery and felt quite amazing! She turned around and bent over and it just gushed out of her. Bloody amazing and I was immediately hooked. Well, that was just insane and something I had never felt before. Something I would love to revisit when next I get the chance. Next time I want my cock inserted and have her do the same.

27 February 2025

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“Oh god, yes… right there… don’t stop!” she gasped, her back arching off the dining table as my tongue circled her clit. Her thigh pressed against my shoulder, her other leg draped over the edge of the sink, giving me full access to her dripping wet pussy. Her moans were muffled only by the sound of the faucet running, the water in the glass long forgotten. I slid the vibrator deeper inside her, its low hum making her shudder as I continued to tease her with my tongue. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood. “You’re so good at this,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. I could feel her tightening around the vibrator, her hips bucking uncontrollably. “I’m so close…” It had started so innocently. Just a simple “hi” on the app. I hadn’t expected much—just another profile to swipe through. But when I saw her picture, something about her drew me in. Her smile was warm, her eyes playful. We started chatting, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. She was funny, charming, and unapologetically open about what she wanted. “I’m not looking for anything complicated,” she had said. “Just someone who can make me feel alive.” It wasn’t long before she mentioned her husband, the long hours he worked, and the fact that she was home alone most Tuesdays and Thursdays. “If you’re free tomorrow…” she had typed, and I knew exactly what she was suggesting. The next day, I found myself standing outside her door, my heart pounding in my chest. I knocked softly, and within seconds, she opened the door. My breath caught in my throat. She was standing there in a sheer black lingerie set, the fabric barely concealing her curves. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and her lips curved into a sly smile. “Come in,” she said, stepping aside to let me pass. As soon as the door closed behind me, she pressed her body against mine, her lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss. I could feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric of her lingerie, her hands tugging at my shirt as her tongue explored my mouth. We broke apart for air, and she giggled softly. “Do you want some water?” she asked, her voice still breathless. I nodded, and she took my hand, leading me to the kitchen. She filled a glass at the sink, her hips swaying slightly as she stood there. I couldn’t resist—I stepped up behind her, my hands sliding around her waist as I pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. She shivered under my touch, her fingers tightening around the glass. “Here,” she said, turning around and handing it to me. I took a sip, my eyes never leaving hers. She leaned back against the counter, her lips parted as she watched me drink. “You’re trouble,” she teased, her voice low and sultry. I set the glass down and lifted her onto the dining table, her laugh turning into a moan as I pulled her underwear down her legs. She spread her thighs, inviting me in, and I didn’t hesitate. My tongue found her clit, and her hands tangled in my hair as I began to lap at her. She was already so wet, her juices coating my tongue as I worked her into a frenzy. I reached for the vibrator in my pocket, turning it on before sliding it inside her. Her moans grew louder, her legs trembling as I continued to pleasure her with my mouth. “You’re driving me crazy,” she panted, her hips grinding against my face. I could feel her orgasm building, her body tightening as she edged closer to the brink. “Oh god, I’m going to…” Her words were cut off by a sharp knock at the door. We froze, her eyes widening in panic. “Mommy?” a small voice called out. Her daughter. My heart stopped. She quickly pushed me away, scrambling off the table and grabbing her underwear. “Just a minute, sweetheart!” she called, her voice steady despite the panic in her eyes. She grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the bedroom. “Go in there and don’t make a sound,” she whispered, shoving me inside before closing the door behind her. I stood in the darkness of her bedroom, my heart still racing. I could hear her talking to her daughter, her voice calm and soothing. “What are you doing up, baby?” she asked. “Mommy was just cleaning the kitchen.” The little girl mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out, followed by the sound of her footsteps fading down the hallway. A moment later, the bedroom door opened, and she slipped back inside, closing it quietly behind her. She leaned against the door, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. “That was close,” she whispered, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. She crossed the room to where I stood, her hands sliding up my chest as she pressed her body against mine. “Where were we?” she purred, her lips brushing against mine. I didn’t answer. Instead, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the bed, her laugh turning into a moan as I climbed on top of her. “You’re insatiable,” I growled, my hands sliding up her thighs. She grinned up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you love it,” she whispered, pulling me down for another kiss.

21 February 2025

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We had been training together for a while now; you trying to get in shape to help your confidence, me taking you through boxing padwork and making you laugh. The day it all changed was when I saw you were troubled; something weighing on you mind and I felt I could ask you what’s up? The floodgates opened, you telling me about your husband and how he has been mistreating you all this time, and now you found out he has been having an affair. I listened, and I knew a tough training session would get all that anger and hurt down to at least simmering heat. I’ve never seen you hit so hard; vicious, malicious and determined. I tell you how much you are impressing me, and it must have flicked a switch in you as we were clinching,, you looked in my eyes and demanded “fuck me now”. We kiss, hard and with desperation, my cock already hard and pressing against my shorts. I throw the lads to the ground and lift you up onto the boxing ring, our faces still smashed together, tongues writhing around in each other’s mouths. You feel your way to my meat, gasping as you feel how hard you have got me already. You fish my cock out of my shorts, aggressively stroking me, and I could have blown right there. You jump off the ring and get to your knees, one lick of my precum and you press your lips around and greedily slurp my shaft. You stand, turn and bend over, pulling your tight shorts to the side showing off your glistening slit. “Fuck me harder than I’ve even been fucked before” you growl at me. I don’t need to be told twice and I grab your hips, slamming my cock in as deep as it would go. You grunt and moan with every stroke, each time the feelings of sadness and anger dissipate as you let wanton primal pleasure take over. I pull out, turn you around and pick you. I slam your back against the wall, re-enter your aching hole and keep plugging away. You moans become squeals and screams as we fuck against each other for what seemed like hours. “I need this cock in my ass!” you scream at me. “I’ve never let my piece of shit fuck my ass, and I need you to fill me up!” Your pussy juices were flowing down your crack, more than enough lube as I work my fingers in and out your back entrance. I grab you by the back of the neck, steering you back to the boxing ring, bend you over and slowly enter your ass. “Oh fuck!” you cry out as I fully submerge my cock in your ass. “Fill me, I was to be so full you cum is dribbling down my thighs!” I keep pumping, slamming closer and closer to my orgasm until I can no longer bear it. With a deep roar I unload, jetting wad after wad of thick cum into your well-fucked ass. I slowly withdrew and was pleased to see a stream of cum dribbling out of your cute little puckered hole, and making its way slowly down your left thigh. You kiss me again, your face now drenched in more sweat than our usual sessions. Your eyes looked more relaxed, but still tinged with hurt from the news you got today. “Same time tomorrow?” you asked dreamily. “You got it,” I say, and you grab your gloves and stagger out the door.

16 February 2025

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"Shan, don't stop! It feels so good!" Her voice trembled as her fingers dug into the bark of the fallen tree, her body arching against mine. The sound of her moans echoed into the quiet night, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. My hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto me with every thrust, the heat of her body wrapping around me in a way that made it impossible to think of anything else. "Do it faster—I’m cumming again!" she cried out, her words breaking into a scream as her body shuddered violently. I obliged, my hips slamming into her with a rhythm that was primal, desperate, and utterly consuming. The night had started so differently. * It was my birthday, just a day before Valentine’s. The kind of day that felt like it should mean something, but never quite did. I’d just been sitting at home, scrolling through my phone, when her text popped up at 2:30 PM. “Happy birthday, Shan. Hope you’re having a great day.” She was a friend with benefits, someone I’d been seeing on and off for a while. Her name was Lila, and she had this way of making even the most casual texts feel a little electric. I smiled as I typed back. “Thanks, Lila. You free tonight? Thought we could celebrate with a bottle of wine.” I had already been planning to watch the sunset at John’s Hill Reserve Lookout. It was one of those places that felt like it existed outside of time, where the world slowed down just enough to let you breathe. But when she replied that she was free after making dinner for her kids, I adjusted my plans. We agreed to meet at 7:45 PM, and I asked her to bring a couple of glasses. Her house was in Frankston, so I drove over, parking near her place. She came out a few minutes later, her dark hair catching the last rays of sunlight. She smiled that smile—the one that always made my stomach tighten—and slid into the passenger seat. “Hi, stranger,” she said, leaning over to give me a quick hug. Her perfume was light but intoxicating, something floral with a hint of spice. “Hi,” I replied, my voice a little rougher than I intended. “Ready for the sunset?” “Always.” It was a bit of drive to the initial place i wanted to go. So i asked her if she had any suggestions? “What about The Pines Flora and Fauna Reserve in Carrum Downs?” I asked, glancing over at her. She shrugged, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Sure, why not? As long as I get my wine.” The Pines was quieter, the carpark empty when we arrived. The sky still held that golden hue, and the air was crisp but not cold. I opened the bottle of wine, pouring us each a glass. We clinked them together, the sound soft but significant. “Happy birthday,” she said, taking a sip. Her eyes never left mine, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers. It was a tentative kiss at first, but when she kissed back, it quickly deepened. Her hand reached up to cup my face, her fingers soft against my skin. When we finally pulled away, I could see the same desire in her eyes that I felt. “Let’s take a walk,” I suggested, my voice low. She nodded, and we left with the glasses and bottle, walking into the reserve. The path was narrow, the trees closing in around us as we turned left at the first intersection. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. We found a fallen tree, the trunk thick and sturdy. I set the wine bottle and my glass down, taking hers from her hand and placing it beside mine. Then I turned to her, my hands sliding around her waist as I kissed her again. This time, my fingers found their way under her blouse, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. She laughed softly, her breath warm against my neck. “Shan, you won’t be able to remove it,” she teased, her voice light. But I managed, my fingers working quickly to undo the strapless push-up bra. When it finally came loose, I pulled back just enough to see the amusement in her eyes. “I used to work for one of the bigger bra manufacturers in the world,” I said, grinning. She laughed, the sound rich and unfiltered. “Of course you did.” And then, without warning, I yanked her forward, forcing her onto all fours. She gasped, her hands instinctively gripping the fallen tree for support. My hands moved to her skirt, yanking it down along with her panties. The sound of my zipper echoed in the quiet night, and then I was pushing into her, hard and fast. Her gasp turned into a moan, her body arching against mine as I filled her. I could feel her tightness, the way her body clenched around me, and it was almost too much. But I held back, starting slow, letting her adjust to me. “Shan,” she whispered, her voice trembling. I started to move, my hips snapping against hers with a rhythm that was both punishing and exhilarating. Her moans grew louder, turning into screams that echoed into the night. Her body shook with every thrust, her hands gripping the tree like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “It feels so good.” I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. My hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back onto me with every thrust. Her body felt like it was on fire, and I could feel her cumming, her thighs slick with it. “Do it faster, I pulled out slowly, her body trembling as I stepped back. The air between us was thick with heavy breaths and the scent of sweat and desire. My hands lingered on her hips as I whispered into her ear, my voice low and urgent. ”Let’s try standing against that tree.” Before she could respond, I pushed her forward, her hands instinctively reaching out to brace herself against the rough bark. Her back arched, and I could see the goosebumps rising on her skin. She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of anticipation and hunger. ”You’re insatiable,” she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement. I didn’t answer. Instead, I pressed my body against hers, my cock already hard again, nudging between her thighs. My hands moved to her hips, gripping them firmly as I positioned myself. The sound of our breathing mingled with the rustle of leaves in the quiet night. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. ”Tell me you want this,” I murmured, my voice thick with need. She shuddered, her hands tightening against the tree. ”I want it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. ”I want you.” That was all the encouragement I needed. I pushed into her with one swift motion, her body arching against mine as she let out a gasp. Her warmth enveloped me, and I could feel her walls tightening around me, pulling me deeper. I started moving, my thrusts slow and deliberate at first, letting her feel every inch of me. Her breath hitched, her moans soft and muffled against the tree. I could feel her hands gripping the bark, her body pressing back against me, urging me to go faster. ”Harder,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. I obliged, my hands tightening on her hips as I picked up the pace. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the air, and her moans grew louder, more desperate. She reached back, her fingers digging into my thigh, pulling me closer. ”Fuck me,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My thrusts became relentless, my body slamming into hers with a force that left her breathless. Her cries echoed into the night, her body shaking with every movement. ”You feel so good,” I groaned, my voice rough with desire. She clenched around me, her body tightening as she came, her moans turning into a scream of pleasure. I could feel her cumming, her warmth spilling over me, and it pushed me over the edge. ”Ah, fuck,” I hissed, my hips jerking as I came inside her, my body trembling with the intensity of it. For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling in the cool night air. Then, slowly, I pulled out, her body sagging slightly against the tree. I stepped back, my hands still on her hips, steadying her. She turned to face me, her eyes dark with desire, her lips swollen from our kisses. ”You’re incredible,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe. She smiled, a soft, satisfied smile, and reached out to touch my face. ”So are you,” she murmured. We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, the connection between us electric. Then, without a word, I leaned in and kissed her, my hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer. ”Let’s go back to the car,” she whispered against my lips. I nodded, my heart still racing as we gathered our things and made our way back through the reserve. The night was quiet, the only sound our footsteps on the path. When we reached the car, I opened the door for her, watching as she slid into the passenger seat. I got in beside her, the engine purring to life as we headed back to her house. The drive was silent, but the air between us was charged with something unspoken. I could feel her eyes on me, her hand resting on my thigh, her touch sending shivers through me. When we arrived at her house, I turned to her, my hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. ”Thank you,” I said, my voice soft. She smiled, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. ”Happy birthday,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth. I leaned in and kissed her, my hand cupping her face, our lips moving together in a slow, lingering kiss. When we finally pulled apart, she smiled at me, her hand resting on my chest. ”Goodnight, Shan,” she murmured. ”Goodnight, Lila,” I replied, watching as she got out of the car and walked to her door. I waited until she was inside before driving away, the memory of her smile and the feel of her body against mine lingering in my mind. The night had been perfect, and I knew it was one I would never forget. As I drove home, my mind

14 February 2025

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I met Jess once before. Brad is a friend of mine and his wife Amy were putting on dinner with a few of their friends coming along as well. It was certainly nothing formal and I was there for a few pre dinner drinks around 4pm. Brad would typically be up for a beer and it was boy time for a chat. Amy was good to him but he needed his space which he didn't get very often. Amy always wants Brad by her side unless she has a few girlfriends keeping her entertained. Truth be told I was probably a bit too early as convinced Brad to have a beer with me not long after I arrived. Amy was fussing around the house at this stage so she was content and so Brad took me for a tour of his latest updates to the house and the next few ideas to come. After about an hour and 3 beers in and about 10 various interruptions from Amy putting the washing out and asking Brad various dumb questions it was time for dinner to start. Amy called Brad in and together they worked on preparing dinner. I offered my help but was met with several refusals, "nah sit and have a beer and relax". Hmm.. Have a beer a sit by myself? I'd clearly landed myself a 3rd wheel gig for the moment, although thankfully it was not long after having stared at the ceiling for a while, a few more guests arrived. Tony was a good mate of ours and so it was obviously great to see him and to break up my 3rd wheel journey. Moments after, Jess arrived and was upbeat and ready for a wine, a big grin on her face, the genuine sort of grin that captured my attention before we even spoke. Tony and I had never met Jess. As soon as Jess arrived, Amy seemed to changed her whole attitude and everything was right in the world again! Shortly after Amy and Jess had their wine glasses full, Amy introduced Jess to Tony and I. Jess was probably about 6'0 and had a real hourglass sort of figure. A dress that was not revealing but really complimented her and looked relaxing at the same time. I was intrigued to say the least. Jess continued keep Amy chirpy which made the night a really nice night. Everyone had plenty of laughs. As everyone left, Jess suggested that it was her turn to host and that she would arrange a dinner in a few weeks time. Amy was watching Tony and I like a hawk by this stage, as if to say "well, she's pretty cute right?" I was reluctant to submit to Amy's suggestive intentions. however... Jess was not someone I would deny in any circumstance. She was simply to nice and positive a person to not be honest to. Well, needless to say I was already looking forward to the dinner Jess was going to put on. Two weeks later here we were, all turning up for dinner that Jess had put on. Upon arrival to the small apartment, Jess was ready for drinks and advised the timings of our meal and dessert for the evening. And with that, despite the fact that we had bought our own drinks, Jess proceeded to find us a seat and as we settled down, out cam the full glasses of wine for Amy and Jess, and some Jess pulled out some ice cold beers from an esky she had in the kitchen full of ice. It was hard not to be impressed. After a few laughs and a few drinks it was time for dinner. A few of us offered to assist Jess but she insisted she was fine. With that, moments later a delicious looking meal with roasted vegies and perfectly cooked steak was placed in front of us. "holy shit" I thought to myself, Jess is quite the cook! We ate through our meals and they were gone a short time later along with another drink. I picked up a few plates and went to the kitchen to place them down. There were dishes everywhere and I realised it might have been a bad idea to help. I was wrong. Jess walked into the kitchen moments after and smiled at me as she placed the dirty dishes in her hands in a skilfully placed manner. I kept smiling at her as if she was now just showing off. It was a real 'moment' we shared, the first of many. I stood there smiling, nearly laughing thinking "ok smart ass, are going to help me out or will i put these on the floor", after her hands were free she looked at me and smiled and waited for me to do something. I really didn't want to break anything and was trying to respect her but I felt like she was ridiculing me! After a moment I thought 'stuff this', so I carefully placed the dirty dishes, one on top of a toaster and the other carefully balanced on top of pots in the sink. Smiling at me, Jess said "well done" and walked back out to the dinner table. I couldn't help but laugh and her cheeky but cute demeanour simply confirmed that Jess had a lot more hiding behind her smile. After the table was cleared, Jess made sure we all had a drink before announcing it was time for dessert. Moments later, 6 glass cups of expertly crafted chocolate swirls around the glass and filled with a cheesecake style dessert and a chocolate bar sticking out the top. Amy commented "OMG how did you do this?" The girls chatted away while us boys dug into the tasty dessert and finished it within minutes. Divine. After a few more gulps of my beer I thought I better help out or do something. Too late as it seemed as Jess called out "pass your dessert glasses down". Of course we did as instructed and Jess swiftly removed them from the table. We moved to the lounge for a bit more of a chat and a few more drinks before Amy advised it was time to go. Brad was looking for another beer but I think Amy had other ideas. As Brad and Amy gathered their belongings, so too did Tony. I had sunk more drinks that would allow me to drive home and Amy didn't hold back. "Matt, are we dropping you off or are you staying?" with a smile on her face. I wasn't sure what to say as I was hardly going to try and make Jess uncomfortable. With that, Jess said "nah we're having a few more drinks". I stared at Jess and looked back at Amy who was grinning from ear to ear. It was about this time I started thinking that both Amy and Jess had set this up. Nah couldn't be, I took it upon myself to drink. Brad piped up and said "righto then, we're out of here". Tony followed suite and before long I was walking back into the apartment of Jess wondering what I should be doing next. That decision was made quickly for me as Jess proceeded to push another beer into my hand and we sat opposite each other on a small 2 seater couch. The TV went on and we started talking about all things life. Jess captivated me and it was not long before she said to me "bedtime". She got up and turned the lights off and into her bedroom we went. It must have been 30 degrees in there and while I had no trouble stripping off to my boxers, the heat was like a summer humid day. "which side do you normally sleep?" I asked. "that depends" she replied. I looked at her confused. "which side are you sleeping on?" she said with this gorgeous cheeky grin. I took the hint and just got into bed. There was a sheet on us and of course we started talking for a bit before I found myself staring at and wanting to kiss her lips. Jess was the sort of girl I had never really considered myself to be in the same league as. It was only now that I realised how attracted I was to her. I kissed her. Jess kissed me back and then frowned at me saying "are you even listening to me?" I couldn't help but laugh! "of course I was but then you stopped talking" I responded. She laughed and kissed me. I can honestly say that kissing Jess was amazing. Passionate yet not forceful and sensual but tactful too. We kissed for several minutes before I found myself running my hands along her side as she lay on her back. She had a satin nightie. As my left hand ran up her right hip, inwards at her tummy and then I felt the side of her large boob as I ran my hand up to her shoulder. I ran my hand back down the same path but this time cupping the side of her boob realised that they were much larger than I had realised. Apart from the fact that my cock was well and truly on it's way to being fully erect and that I was getting hornier by the moment, I was also getting increasingly curious about Jess and her sexy body. She clearly looked after herself. We continued to kiss and i felt like i couldn't stop kissing Jess. All the while, by swollen cock was now pushing into her side as my hand ran up and down her side feeling more and more of her body. Jess had relaxed and somehow seemed to be laying back and i found her body seemed to be more accessible as I felt her nipples poking through her thin nightie. Again I ran my hand down her side, but this time I ran it all the way down to the hem of her nightie, just above her knee. I placed my hand on her knee and ran my hand all the way along her side, from her knee to her hip. Expecting to feel some shorts or panties at some stage, but as I went higher, I felt the underside of her bare boob. No panties, just a nightie. With a rock hard cock poking into her side and trying to figure out whether to just fuck this gorgeous girl or to savour the moment and keep teasing this wonderful body I was conflicted. We continued to kiss and I found myself cupping her boobs with my left hand and being amazed at her hardening nipples. Jess tugged at my boxers and I need no further hints. I pulled them off and lay between her lovely legs. I pulled at the top of her nightie to release her boobs so that I could taste and suck those big hard nipples. As I did this, Jess pulled her nightie up that was between my body and hers. Once she achieved this, Jess pulled me up to her to kiss her again. Naturally, my rock hard cock was aimed straight at her gorgeous wet pussy. I kept kissing Jess and I felt the tip of my cock rubbing against her wetness. Jess pushed her hips towards me to feel the tip of my hard cock against her as I pushed my hips towards her. It didn't take long and the tip of my mushroom head slid into her entrance. I had to release my kiss from Jess as I exhaled deeply. It was like an instantly landing on Cloud 9. I went straight back to kissing Jess deeply as our hips pushed closer together. I wasn't long before I was buried deep inside this beautiful girl and she was driving my crazy. Jess literally raised her hips up to push me into her as I pushed every part of my hard shaft as far as I could keep inside with every thrust. I could feel her pussy grasping at my shaft like it was trying to suck me into her more and more. Of course I couldn't resist. As our thrust started to get faster Jess broke our kiss and started moaning. Every time the tip of my cock was as deep as I could be inside her, Jess moaned loudly. Moaning is not really something that I find arousing, however, hearing Jess and feeling Jess and our rhythm, it was in leading to the inevitable. Before long I realised that my cock wasn't far from pumping my cum deep inside her. I usually knew if a girl I was with was on birth control or that we needed to use a condom. I was going to cum and I couldn't do anything about it. But I couldn't not tell Jess. Moments later it was inevitable as Jess was clearly pushing herself on to me as much as I was pushing deep into her. I kissed her again and whispered in her ear "you're about to make me cum" to which Jess replied, "that's the general idea". I couldn't help but laugh before a moment later it was happening and Jess knew it. Jess kept pushing onto me as I felt her begin to shake and her body milking my shaft. I groaned loudly as I let go, my hard shaft spasming as it pumped cum into her hungry pussy which seemed to suck and drink the cum from my cock. I kept sliding into Jess as she slowly slid up and down my now cum soaked shaft. We continue to kiss as we felt each other subside from the encounter. The night was a long night as the heater stayed on about 30 degrees all night. I drink about 2 litres of water throughout the night. The next morning when we awoke, it happened all over again. One of the most amazing experiences of my life.

14 February 2025

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To the clinking of our glasses settling on the coffee table, we all stand as she leads me by the hand towards the hallway. I look at you to gauge how you are feeling, to be comforted and excited by the sky grin and nod of your head. I follow her, watching her shapely arse wiggling with each step as we take the party to the bedroom. My cock was already achingly hard, straining against my jeans as I think about the naughty, flirty chatting we had been doing. Such a filthy slut, and I couldn’t wait to tear her underwear to the side and go to town on that delicious pussy she had been referring to all night. You silently follow us; entering the room you immediately take up your spot on the recliner chair in the corner. Such a deliciously wicked smile she had and her eyes boring into me, no mind-reading skills needed; she wanted to be fucked hard, and cum as many times as possible. I wasn’t sure what the dynamic was between you two; did you just want to watch? Did you want to command her, or me? I decided on the former as you hardly said a word as you watched her playfully touch my shoulder or leg as I made her laugh. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” I commanded her. I lift her already too-high skirt up, tracing the contours of her plump, round arse cheers. Her g-string already appeared to be damp, and as I lowered my face to kiss and nibble her backside, I caught a faint hint of a ready-to-be-fucked pussy. With two fingers I pulled her g-string aside, her tight little hole winking at me, and her delicious looking pink cunt was begging to be tasted. I got to my need and traced up and down her tantalizing slit, and every 4 strokes or so I went a little higher, teasing her puckering hole. “Such a tasty girl. Such a good girl” I think to myself as I savour her nectar. I then bury my face deep in her folds, licking, lapping, going to town on her engorged clit, working out what she liked until she exploded, literally, in my face with a mouthful of her replaceable juices. I turn to look at you, my face glistening with her climax, and again you smirk and nod. I notice your hand in you lap, slowly rubbing yourself as you watch her get pleasured in front of you. “Turn around and suck my cock” I commanded again. She eagerly whipped around and nearly inhaled my swollen prick, right down the shaft until her nose was tickled by my closely trimmed pubes. Oh man, the bitch is filthy, and knows her way around a cock! Slobbering, sucking, massaging my tight ball sack, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off from shooting a thick load down her hungry throat. I physically had to pry this slut off my knob, “I need to feel the tightness and wetness of your pussy before I cum,” and I grab her by the hips, swinging her around until my cock was nudging her wet hole. I again look over to you sitting, now you have your cock out, frantically pulling on it, a bead of precum glistens in the light. All three of us, so turned on, leaning our juices from our own fuck-holes. I grab her hips, and with out a word, I slam my prick in, all the way to the base. She gasped as my head slams against her cervix, until I withdraw and slam in again, my public bone bashing against her public bone. Oh my god, so tight, wet, her pussy walls gripping my rod in an ecstatic embrace. I pounded her with everything I had, her gasps became moans, then screams as she came again, leaving a slick puddle of her squirt between her knees. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, I I had a choice to make; cum in this tight cunt, or pull out, turn her around and pump my load down her throat. “Fill that slut’s pussy to the brim” I hear you finally say. I look over as I see you close to blowing your load over your lap. I turn back, grab her hair and pull back as I increase my pace, until I can no longer contain myself. With a bellow that came from my balls, up my chest and out of my throat, I let loose one of the biggest ropes of thick, creamy cum into her spasming pussy. This tipped her over the edge again, adding to the oil slick of juices pooling around her knees, while you also shot a load from the corner of the room, so strong some of it spattered on your wife’s face and shoulder. I cock continues to pump more and more of my cream into her, until I was spent, slowly pulling out my shaft, followed by the familiar sound of air escaping a freshly fucked womb, watching my own juices mingle with hers, slowly dribbling down her thigh and dropping into the filthy puddle beneath her.

13 February 2025

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A few year ago I was I Adelaide for business staying at the Hilton in town. I visited the gym every night. I had always thought about having sex with a guy but never had it. When I was in the shower I would touch and cares my arse, play with my cock thinking I was with a guy with a hard circumcised cock as I had seen in porno videos. I am a bi guy loves fucking females but had this thing that made me think how would it feel to be the one being fucked I even tasted my cum thinking it was from a guy I just sucked like my wife had done I our threesomes. I used to use a dildo to feel how it would feel, but never had the opportunity to do it That evening I was horny and wanted to have the experience. So I found a gay pub and went there to see what may develop I just sat in a table having a red wine just looking at the scene I was 55 at the time. I was wearing a tight short and a T shit but I had taken with me one of my wife sexy undies that I was wearing After about 30 minutes an older guy approached me and asked me if he could share the table after a few minutes he asked me if I was there as it was gay pub. I told hi yes and was I was curious We chatted for some time and eventually I told him I was always wondering about sucking a hard cock and being fucked. He was 61 and told me he liked slut male, that made me feel horny He continued telling he was there expect it o find one that would suck his cock, kiss him as he fuck That sound it nice and that his wife was working late and he had some time if we wanted to go to his car I then told him I had a room at the Hilton and we could go there Once in the room he undressed and held his hard 8 inch or so cock I took all my clothes off and kneel in front of him. This was my first time and I wanted it I took his cock, looked at it, opened my mouth and wrapped my, mouth around it, good it felt nice I licked it, sucked it. I could tasted his pre cum and eventually he blew chi’s load in my mouth. I loved that We then just had a few drinks, talked and staying naked. About a hour later his cock was hard and ready again I lean to suck his cock gain but this time he said that he was. Now was to make me his bitch! He deep kissed me and laid me on y back Kissed my body, sucked my body, sucked my cock and soon opened my legs wide open legs With his hand full of lubricant rubbed my love hole and fingered me, first one finger, then two, then three WOW it felt good Moved up toward me and as he kissed me hi inserted his hard cock deep inside. It felt better than I had dreamed he pumped me so long I thought he would never cum and I just wanted that. After sometime I could feel this warm spunk blowing in my arse loved it That night he did not go home just fucked me every time his cock was ready again

13 February 2025

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As someone with whom I have occasional casual encounters with, we occasionally mix role play into our sessions to keep us on our toes, and on the morning of our planned interlude, I texted her instructions to meet me at the casino reception at 8pm dressed in business attire, to surprise me underneath and to bring with her a butt plug, her favourite dildo and a clit sucker. She would then have to submit to my direction and do everything as instructed. "Yes sir", she responded. She arrived dressed in a brown chiffon blowse and a conservative brown leather skirt. We met at the lifts, made pleasant greetings and shook hands, turned and entered the waiting lift to ascend to the 19th floor. As we waited, someone quickly joined us, robbing me the opportunity for an indulgent kiss before we entered the room, but my hand remain firmly planted on her pert little ass. At just under 5'2", my friend is the epitome of the petite milf. Her tiny frame balanced by her well endowed bosom and a tight little cunt that is sweet as much as it hungry. The lift arrived at a lower floor and our companion departs, leaving me a small opportunity to taste her lips as I pull her around and kiss her. She returns the favour with the flick of her tongue - so angry when that door opened once more - this time ejecting us at our floor. We walked to our room, I held the door open for her to enter and admired that stunning figure as she glided past me. In the room I'd already prepared a bottle of champagne, a common accompaniment for us to kick off a night of pleasure. We sat closely and talked casually about our respective days, sipping the champagne, my eyes darting down her shirt to catch a glimpse of her surprise - hints of an embroidered purple sheer perfectly cupping her breasts. Increasingly I'd lean in close and steal a kiss, till there was less talking and more kissing - our tongues adventurous to explore. As we emptied our glasses, I asked her to stand and show me her outfit, and then to slowly remove it to reveal her gift to me. Soon after, the appearance of her near perfect frame barely covered in a matching pair of bra and g-string, the fabric barely covering her bare pussy - I had to resist the urge to touch her there and then, but it would have to wait. She turned around for me, knowing full well seeing the fabric disappear between her ass cheeks would be a huge tease, at which I pulled her towards me so her back was against me, giving better access to her ear and neck. And whilst my hands traversed across he firm bosom, my tongue and lips danced over her lobe and the nape of her neck, her goosebumps amplified by the coolness of the air-conditioning. Remarkably I still resisted the urge to allow my hands to sink any lower than her midriff, instead allowing my left hand to unclasp her bra as my right hand ventured to rescue the escaping mounds trapped by the garment, one by one my fingers searching for her erect nipples, cupping my hand to caress the breast, then running a finger around her areola before lightly pinching the nipple. By now the chair I'd retreated to brought my hands closer to her torso, so I grabber her hips and turned her to face me again, her breasts now available to my mouth, and as I kissed and sucked each nipple, I could no longer resist that urge and my left hand found its mark between her legs as I searched for her wetness. Her crutch was boiling hot and pussy juices could be felt through the delicate mesh fabric. I slipped this aside and allowed my finger to run a slow circuit of her cunt before pressing the pad of my finger against the entrance of her vagina - enough to glaze my finger for tasting, but not enough to offer the release she craved. I sucked her juices from my fingers as I stared up into her eyes. Her hunger was palpable. Before I could give instruction to remove the g-string, she sat on my lap, my hand facing up beneath her as she started grinding on me to encourage my digits to enter her. She was so hot and wet but I resisted her temptation. Instead she reached for my jeans and felt for my cock - he was ready for her, so she quickly undressed me sank between my knees and swallowed me whole. Fuck her tongue was amazing as she worked up and down my shaft her tongue flicking my balls as she devoured his length, her spare hand cupping and fondling them. I allowed her free reign for a bit as I indulged in her expertise, but I had to stop before I emptied my balls down her throat. Fuck I wanted to. So I asked her to retreat and she sat opposite me naked on the lounge. Now would come our primary engagement for the night. We gathered her toys and put them beside her. I instructed her to squat on the lounge, supporting herself by leaning backwards and allowing me full access to her bare cunt and ass as she pointed her sex towards me. I pulled my chair in close, allowed my face to linger ever so close to her sex and allowed myself to smell her arousal - the smell of raw sex. As she pushed out willing me to meet her, I gave her a soft kiss across her pussy, before guiding my tongue around the lips of her out labia, across her clit hood and down the other side to her smooth perineum, which received a generous lick, my tongue parting her cunt lips and flicking past her vagina. Fuck she tastes amazing. With a hand I reached forward and spread her tiny cunt, revealing her clit and inner labia - so I moved my head forwarded and sucked her clit and inner labia into my mouth with the resulting moan worth every second of resistance till now. I allowed my tongue to take advantage of her gape and allowed it to penetrate her for the first time. She moaned again and pushed her hungry cunt down to accept my tongue. But again I stopped and withdrew to her disappointment. I looked into her eye and told her that would come later, but now she must perform for me. She would follow my instruction and show me how she makes herself cum using her toys. But first I asked her to hand me the butt plug. I warmed the stainless steel tip in my mouth and covered it in saliva whilst my thumb rested between her vagina and ass, running circles bringing her juices down to lube her ass. I pressed the bulb against her and allowed her ass slowly accept it. Gradually encouraging it deeper, then withdrawing before repeating. As it slipped inside, she let out a little gasp of pleasure. I then asked her use the clit sucker and demonstrate how she liked to use it. She lubed the cup and her clitoral hood and proceeded to turn it on and move it across the soft bare skin, offering indirect stimulation to the hood and her labia. As I watched from in front, I could see her vagina opening - eager to accept a shaft. So I suggested she show me her dildo. She grabbed it and pointed it at me, allowing me to suck it and cover it in saliva. Then with one hand firmly holding the dildo, she used the other to part her tiny lips and compelled the dildo to her depths. Inch by inch she slowly accepted it. Tight initially, but with each stroke reaching new depths, it brought forward her juices as her vagina opened and yielded to its girth. Once firmly home, she proceeded to pound herself with full and generous strokes, her respiration increasing as I encouraged her to vocalise her arousal. She moaned on each stroke, grabbing her breath as the dildo exited her lips before pushing forth once more. My thumb and forefinger pinched her clit and rubbed with soft vigour as she dug her cunt towards me. With her pace and breath racing, I took control of the dildo and told her to return to the clit sucker - and with both hands freed, she used one to expose her bean and rested the sucker cup directly over her clit and fired the gun. With my hand fucking her with the dildo and the sucker working magic over her clit, she released a long moan as she came for the first time as i held the dildo still deep inside her and she collapsed onto the lounge, allowing me to slide the dildo from her as she ceded defeat. I reached beneath her and she lifted her weight so I could remove the butt plug - it had served it's purpose for now. At this point we had a quick break, and we both sipped some water and regained composure. We stood before the bed, gradually kissing more, when she had a sudden look in her eye and she pushed back me onto the bed. Before I knew it, she'd reversed mounted me in a 69 position and generously offered her cunt for inspection as she quickly engaged my cock and encouraged his attention. I pulled her hips down so I had access to her clit which she proceeded to allow me suck whilst patternedly grounding onto my chin before allowing me suckle. I stared up at her open cunt, the dildo had done its job, and her tight ass above that and I formulated a plan. So she thinks she's in control now eh? I allow my index finger to encircle her vagina, dipping it inside her and drawing her wetness across her ass and pressing the weight of my thumb against her opening, encouraging it to yield. A couple of these rotations and I felt she was ready - my thumb now penetrated her pussy, pushing deep inside her, the webbing on my hand stretching her and she released a muffled moan with a mouthful of cock - she took the cue and went in hard. I could feel my balls wanting to burst, I let out a deep moan and told her I had to cum, that I was going to cum, to which she moaned her approval and kept going. At which point my index finger pressed against her tight ass. It yielded with the slightest of pressure and I allowed it to slide slowly inside her to its full length. She took a deep breath and heaved against my torso, so I started slow rhythmic penetrations of her cunt and ass with finger and thumb, and as her vagina clamped onto me and her ass rippled over my fingers releasing her 2nd orgasm, I groaned deeply and let out a loud releasing sigh as I emptied the content of my balls against the back of her throat, to which she hungrily swallowed. We rolled off each other spent and wasted. She maneuvered around to be head to head once more and we kissed, rolled back and exhaled once more, taking in deep breaths, with my hand resting between her legs, slowly patting her clit and vagina, thinking we were done and congratulating her for her work. Then ai noticer she started to lift her hips towards my hand. I glanced to my side and she was needing more. Her face hungry again each time my fingers contacted her pussy. So I raised up on one arm so I had a grand vista over her perfect body. Her breasts heaving, her nipples erect, I suckled them as my hand plunged inside her, 1 finger, 2 fingers, 3 fingers - she muffled a moan and pushed her cunt down on me. So I moved closer for a better angle, withdrew my fingers stuffing her and returned with index and ring fingers inside her allowing the remaining fingers and palm to slap against her sex. And with increasing intensity, I rotated from brushing my fingers against her g-spot to vigorously finger fucking her cunt and slapping against her clit and labia and within a few rounds of this cycle I extracted her third and final orgasm from the depths. Now she was done and we threw ourselves into a close embrace and drew each other as close as we could possibly be. Extracting as much skin on skin contact, and her as stunning cunt pressed against my leg to ease the pulsing, grinding against it till the pleasure abated. After a short period entwined sharing hugs and gentle kisses, we got dressed and I sent her home. We agreed to meet again soon, maybe in Cairns for a change she suggester. I agreed, kissed her deeply one last time and we went our separate ways.

10 February 2025

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The library has always been a place of solace for me—quiet, unassuming, a sanctuary where time slows and the outside world fades away. It’s why I took this job, why I spend my evenings among the scent of old paper and the hush of turning pages. But lately, there’s been a shift. A customer that is now regularly lingering in the aisles and a weight to the air that wasn’t there before. He’s been coming here for weeks now, and though we’ve never exchanged more than a few words, something unspoken has settled between us. And tonight, I can feel it building, waiting for release. The scent of old paper and polished wood lingers in the air, mingling with the faint traces of cologne he leaves behind when he walks past. The library is empty apart from the two of us, but he doesn’t acknowledge me immediately. He never does—not right away. Instead, he moves with the kind of unhurried grace that suggests he knows he’ll be noticed regardless. He’s been coming here for weeks, always around the same time. I’ve learned his habits—the way he skims the spines of books without looking directly at them, the way his fingers linger just a second longer on the ones that interest him. He’s a man who exists in quiet certainty, someone who doesn’t rush or fumble or second-guess. The way he carries himself with an effortless authority. It’s not just his presence that intrigues me—it’s everything he embodies. Knowledge. Confidence. Restraint. And then there’s the way he looks at me. Not often. Not obviously. But when he does, it feels deliberate. As though he’s measuring something, weighing a possibility. And tonight, something shifts. The silence between us is thick with meaning, the tension mounting like the weight of an unsaid confession. I’m standing by the rolling ladder when he finally speaks. His voice is low, deep, cutting through the hush of the library as if it belongs here. “Would you help me find something?” I turn, my pulse betraying me with its quickened beat. “Of course. What are you looking for?” He watches me for a moment before speaking, as though deciding how much he wants to reveal. “It’s a particular edition. Leather-bound. Should be in the restricted section.” My lips part slightly. The restricted section is behind a locked gate, reserved for members with special access. He has that access. I do not. “I can’t enter that section,” I say, my voice softer than it should be. He knows this already. “I know.” His gaze flickers down to my lips before returning to my eyes. “But you can come with me.” He doesn’t touch me, doesn’t move any closer, and yet my skin is tingling with awareness. I follow him without thinking, drawn to the quiet command in his presence. He unlocks the gate, holds it open for me, and as I step past him, the space between us narrows. His hand barely brushes my arm, a whisper of contact that sends  a rush straight through me. Inside, the air feels heavier. The bookshelves cast long shadows, the dim light barely reaching the far corners. He moves slowly, purposefully, scanning the shelves, but I feel his awareness of me. The way he stands just close enough that I can sense his body heat. “I think it’s up here,” I murmur, pointing to a higher shelf. I step onto the ladder, acutely aware of him watching. When I stretch upward, my skirt shifts, exposing just a sliver more skin. His voice is quieter this time. “Careful.” I turn my head slightly, meeting his gaze from over my shoulder. There’s something dark in his expression, something restrained yet unmistakable. I descend the ladder slowly, and when I reach the bottom, he doesn’t move away. He’s standing close enough that I have to tilt my chin to look up at him, close enough that I can see the faint hint of amusement in his eyes, as though he knows exactly what this is—what we’re doing. I hold out the book between us, but neither of us move to take it. His fingers finally brush mine, lingering longer than necessary. I exhale, the breath caught between anticipation and something else entirely. “Thank you,” he murmurs, but the words feel heavier than gratitude. I wet my lips. His eyes flicker downward, catching the movement. The silence stretches between us. I wonder if he can hear my heartbeat. I wonder what would happen if I took one more step closer. And then he smiles—just barely, just enough to make my stomach tighten with anticipation. He doesn’t step back, nor do I. The space between us feels potent, a fragile tension that neither of us dares to break just yet. I can feel the warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the aged pages around us, and I know that whatever is about to happen has been building for weeks. His hand lingers where it last touched mine, just barely brushing my knuckles. I shift my weight slightly, feeling the anticipation coil tighter inside me. "You always seem to know exactly where to find things," I say, my voice softer than before. His lips curve slightly. "Some things just take careful attention." The double meaning isn’t lost on me, and it sends an ache between my thighs. I watch as he turns the book over in his hands, but his focus never really leaves me. "And what about you?" he asks after a moment. "Are you looking for something in particular?" I hesitate, letting the moment linger between us, charged with possibility. Then, very deliberately, I tilt my chin up and meet his gaze. "Maybe," I murmur. "I just haven’t decided if I’ve found it yet." His expression darkens, but not with displeasure. Rather, it’s something deeper, something hungry. He steps forward, just enough to close the remaining inches between us. My breath catches as his fingers lift, brushing ever so lightly along the side of my arm, tracing a path that sends a shiver through me. "Then perhaps," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, "we should keep looking." His words are an invitation, a promise wrapped in restraint. But neither of us are here to resist. I feel the heat between us thickening, something heavy and inevitable pressing against my skin. His fingers run up my arm, slow, mapping a path of barely-there contact. My breath hitches, but I don’t move away. His touch lingers at my shoulder, then trails down, just grazing the edge of my neckline. A test, a provocation. I tilt my chin up, daring him silently. The tension stretches, crackling between us, and then his other hand settles at my waist. Firm. Commanding. He draws me closer, and my body responds before my mind can catch up. The moment shatters as he tilts his head down, his lips barely brushing mine—hesitant, almost teasing. The anticipation is maddening. He waits, lingers, his breath warm against my lips, and then, just when I think I might break apart from the want of it, he claims my mouth. It’s slow at first, achingly so. His lips move against mine with measured control, his hands keeping me close but not caging me in. And then the restraint falters. His fingers tighten at my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I gasp into the kiss as his other hand knots into my hair, angling me to deepen it. The kiss turns hungrier, more insistent. My hands find purchase at his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath the fabric. He tastes like warmth and want, and I sink into it, let him guide me backward until my spine meets the bookshelf. A thrill rushes through me at the sensation of being trapped, held between him and the shelves, caught in something neither of us want to stop. His lips leave mine, trailing heat down my jawline, the column of my throat. My breath stutters as his fingers slip lower, skimming the edge of my blouse, fingertips teasing along the fabric before slipping beneath. The warmth of his touch against my skin sends a shudder through me, a delicious ache rushing lower and lower. His mouth follows the path of his hands, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, tracing the sensitive skin with slow, deliberate intent. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmurs against my skin, voice husky, full of restraint that is barely holding. I shake my head, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "Don't stop." A low sound escapes him, something close to satisfaction, and then his hands are on the buttons of my blouse, undoing them one by one, as if savoring every moment, every inch of skin revealed beneath his touch. His fingers trail along my thigh, pushing the fabric of my skirt higher, higher, until his knuckles graze against the heat between my legs. I part for him instinctively, my breath coming in shallow pants as he drags his fingertips over the thin barrier of fabric separating us. The tension coils tighter, my pulse hammering against my ribs as he strokes once, twice, a slow, devastating tease that makes my knees weak. He chuckles low against my skin, the sound rich and knowing. "So eager," he murmurs, and the words send a delicious shiver through me. "Tell me what you want." The words barely form on my lips before his fingers press more firmly, a deliberate pressure that sends a bolt of pleasure rippling through me. My hands clutch at his shoulders, desperate, pulling him closer as he deepens his touch, pushing past hesitation and into the inevitable. His fingers push past the final barrier of fabric, finding me, exploring me with slow strokes that steal the breath from my lungs. A moan escapes me, low and needy, and I feel his lips curve against my throat in approval. His free hand grips my hip, steadying me as my legs threaten to give way beneath the intensity of his touch. The library is silent except for the sounds we make—the hitch of my breath, the quiet hum of satisfaction he gives when he feels me respond to him. I arch into his hand, craving more, my body desperate for the relief only he can give. He obliges, pressing deeper, his movements both tender and possessive, unraveling me with each measured touch. "That’s it," he murmurs, his voice rough against my ear. "Let me hear you." Heat blooms through me, my head tipping back against the bookshelf as pleasure coils tight in my core. His fingers work me expertly, pushing, teasing, drawing me closer and closer to the edge until I am trembling in his grasp. When I finally shatter, it’s with his name on my lips, my body tightening and releasing in waves that leave me clinging to him. He holds me through it, his mouth pressing slow kisses to my jaw, my neck, grounding me in the aftermath. And yet, I can already feel the hunger lingering between us, unsated. His hands still rest on my skin, his breath heavy against my ear, and when I shift slightly, the press of him against me makes my stomach tighten all over again. His fingers trail up my thigh once more, teasing, testing, as if gauging just how much more I can take. A shudder wracks through me as his fingers moving with purpose, coaxing another gasp from my lips. "You're not finished yet, are you?" he whispers, and the huskiness in his voice sends another pulse of desire straight through me. I shake my head, unable to find words, my body already responding to his touch. He chuckles, a deep, knowing sound that vibrates through my chest as he slides his hand beneath me, lifting me effortlessly onto the lower shelf. The cold wood presses against my back as he steps between my legs, and the look in his eyes tells me he intends to keep me there until I’m completely undone. "Then let's keep going, I think we have unfinished business.." His lips crash against mine again, more insistent this time, his hands wandering with a new urgency. He grips my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the shelf, his fingers pressing into me as his mouth moves from my lips to the sensitive skin of my neck. The sensation sends a shudder through me, a desperate moan slipping from my lips as his hands slide under my skirt, pushing it up further until there is nothing left between us but raw, unfiltered desire. I am silently pleading for more. He doesn't make me wait. His touch grows firmer, more insistent, and when he slides inside me it's with the kind of urgency that steals the air from my lungs. The quiet sanctuary of the library is shattered by the sounds of our desire, gasps and moans mingling with the rustling of fabric, the thud of wood against skin. The forbidden thrill of it all, the risk of being caught, only amplifies the pleasure crashing over me in waves, unrelenting and consuming. He moves with the kind of experience that makes me lose myself completely, coaxing me to the brink. "I want to feel you come again," he demands, his voice thick with hunger. And I do, shattering against him, pleasure washing over me in waves so intense I can barely breathe. He follows soon after, his grip on me fierce as he buries himself deep, spilling into me with a growl of satisfaction. For a long moment, neither of us move, our breaths mingling, our bodies still entwined. Then, finally, he pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his thumb brushing over my lips. "I told you," he murmurs, a smirk curving his lips. "We weren't finished." I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers trailing over his jaw. "And now?" He tilts his head, considering, then leans in once more, his lips ghosting over mine as he whispers, "Now, we decide if this was only the beginning." A breathless pause lingers between us, the heat of the moment settling into something slower. I let out a quiet sigh, still caught in the haze of sensation, my body thrumming with the echoes of what just transpired. I meet his gaze, searching for something—confirmation, reassurance maybe. Instead, he smiles, the kind that hints at mischief and something deeper. A soft laugh escapes me as I press my forehead to his, our breaths mingling in the dim glow of the library. "Maybe," I murmur, "but either way, we’ll have to be quiet next time." His chuckle is low and knowing, a quiet acknowledgment that this isn’t the end.

3 February 2025

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The bass pulsed through the floor like a heartbeat, neon lights slicing through the haze of the crowded club. Lena, nursing a gin tonic at the bar, scanned the room. It had been a grueling week at the ad agency, and she’d craved this—the anonymity of shadows, the thrill of bodies in motion. That’s when she spotted them. They were a jarring contrast: a woman in a sequined emerald dress, her laughter ringing above the din, and a man beside her in a charcoal suit, his calm demeanor a counterpoint to her electric energy. Her hair, a cascade of violet curls, caught the light like shattered amethyst. His hand rested lightly on her waist, a silent anchor amidst the chaos. Lena wasn’t sure who bumped into whom first—only that suddenly she was spilling her drink, and the woman was grabbing her wrist, steadying her. “Oops! Battle scar from the dance floor?” she grinned, her voice a melodic tease. Up close, her eyes were lined with gold, flickering like fireflies. “Join us!” she insisted, already pulling Lena into their orbit. The man nodded, a half-smile playing on his lips. “I’m Mira,” the woman said, “and this is Eli.” They danced, a trio of strangers syncing to the rhythm. Mira moved like a storm—unpredictable, alluring—while Eli’s steps were measured, deliberate. Between songs, they migrated to a booth, Mira ordering a round of smoky mezcal. “We’re celebrating,” she declared. “Eli just sold his art gallery. Now we’re trekking to Patagonia next month!” “*You* sold it,” Eli corrected, his voice a rumble. “I just nodded while you charmed the buyers.” Their banter was a tennis match of affection. Lena learned fragments: Mira’s stint as a circus performer, Eli’s obsession with restoring vintage motorcycles. Opposites, yet their edges fit seamlessly. “Why Patagonia?” Lena asked. Mira leaned in. “To get lost before life ties us down.” Eli added quietly, “And to find what we didn’t know we’re looking for.” Hours melted away. When Lena finally glanced at her phone—3 a.m.—she rose to leave. Mira hugged her, whispering, “Stay reckless,” while Eli handed her a napkin scribbled with an email. “If you ever need a guide to chaos,” he winked. Outside, the city hummed with predawn stillness. Lena crumpled the napkin, smiling. Some encounters weren’t meant to last—only to ignite embers of possibility. She walked home, the stars blurring above, her mind echoing with laughter and the promise of uncharted roads.

2 February 2025

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“What the hell am I doing?” Maree thought to herself. Her hands gripped the steering wheel. She'd spent countless nights exchanging messages with a stranger online, their virtual chemistry intoxicating. Now, she was finally taking the chance, driving to meet him in person. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. What if he wasn't who he claimed to be? What if this was all a terrible mistake? But then again, what if it was everything she'd been fantasizing about? Maree caught her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her usually neat hair was slightly dishevelled from running her fingers through it nervously. Her lips, painted a darker shade of red, stood out against her pale skin. She'd chosen a low-cut blouse and her shortest skirt, a far cry from her usual conservative attire. As she approached the agreed-upon meeting spot, a trendy hotel bar downtown, butterflies erupted in her stomach. She could turn back now, make up some excuse, and return to her safe, predictable life. But the thought of those scorching messages, the promises of ecstasy, and the thrill of the unknown propelled her forward. Maree pulled into the parking lot, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. This was it, the moment of truth. With trembling fingers, she checked her phone one last time. A new message awaited her: "I'm here. Can't wait to finally meet you." Through the glass doors, she could see the dimly lit bar, its atmosphere intimate and inviting. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for a face that matched the photos she'd seen online. And there he was. Sitting at the bar, Marc's profile illuminated by the soft amber light, was the man she'd been dreaming about for weeks. He was even more handsome in person, his strong jawline and broad shoulders making her weak at the knees. As if sensing her presence, he turned. A slow, seductive smile spread across his face as he saw her for the first time. Maree felt a jolt of electricity course through her body. There was no turning back now. With shaky legs she made her way towards him. The noise of the bar faded away, leaving only the sound of her racing heartbeat in her ears. He stood, his eyes never leaving hers. "Maree?" he asked, his voice deep and rich, just as she'd imagined. She nodded, unable to find her voice. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You're even more beautiful in person." The heat of his breath on her skin sent shivers down her spine. In that moment, all her doubts and fears melted away. She knew that tonight would be a night she'd never forget. Maree felt a rush of exhilaration as his hand found the small of her back, guiding her to a secluded booth in the corner. As they sat down, their knees touched under the table, sending sparks through her body. "I can't believe we're finally here," he said, his eyes roaming over her hungrily. "I've been thinking about this moment for weeks." "Me too," Maree admitted. She took a sip of the martini he'd ordered for her, grateful for the liquid courage. As they talked, the chemistry between them grew. Every accidental touch, every glance, every shared laugh only intensified the obvious sexual tension. Maree found herself moving in closer, drawn to his scent and the promise of what was to come. Marc's hands rubbed the smoothness of her leg gradually getting higher and higher. After what felt like both an eternity and mere seconds, he leaned in close, his lips nearly brushing hers. "What do you say we take this upstairs?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire. Maree's heart raced as she nodded, allowing him to take her hand and lead her towards the elevator. As the doors closed behind them, he pulled her close, his strong arms encircling her waist. "Last chance to back out," he said, his eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. Maree reached up and pulled him down for a searing kiss. All the passion from their online exchanges exploded in that moment, leaving them both breathless and aching for more. As they stumbled into the hotel room, hands frantically exploring, clothes being shed, Maree knew she'd made the right choice. Whatever happened tomorrow, tonight she would lose herself in ecstasy, consequences be damned. Maree moaned softly when Marc captured one of her nipples between his lips, sucking and nibbling gently as his hand slid between her legs, finding her wet and ready. She gave herself over to the passion that had been building between them for weeks. Maree spread her legs wider as 1 finger turned to 2. Her eyes shut as moans escaped from her lips as he masterfully toyed with her. Marc's skilled fingers continued to explore her depths, gently teasing her most sensitive spots, Maree's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his hand. She felt his other hand trail up her body, grazing her breasts as he went, sending shivers down her spine. With one deft motion, he unhooked her bra, freeing her heavy breasts for his hungry mouth. Sensations she'd only dreamed of consumed her. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. "Oh God, Marc," she panted, "I'm so close." He responded by plunging a third finger inside of her, stretching her walls like never before sending her spiralling over the edge. Maree's orgasm washed over her while she dug her nails into his back as a symphony of moans escaped from deep within her. As she came down from the euphoric high, Marc withdrew his fingers, admiring the evidence of her pleasure before bringing them to his lips and tasting her nectar. Maree, turned on even more fumbled with his belt, finally freeing his rock-hard cock from its confines. He was every bit as impressive as the photos had suggested, if not more so. She wrapped a hand around his shaft, marvelling at its girth and heat in her palm. He was so much bigger than anything she had fucked before and the thought of trying to put this in her mouth both scared and excited her. Maree didn’t blink as she ran her tongue along the shaft. He tasted so good. The tiny bit of precum coated the tip of her tongue as she reached the top. The mixture of salt and musk bringing a smile to her lips as she opened up to accept him. Her jaw hurt as she spread as far as she could. If this hurt her jaw so much, what would it do to her pussy. The very thought sent a gush over her. She so wanted this cock to stretch her. Marc gently cradled the back of Maree's head as she took him deeper into her mouth. She relaxed her throat, trying to accommodate his impressive size. Her tongue swirled around his shaft as she bobbed up and down, savouring every inch of him. But it was just too much as she gagged and released him. Maree looked up at Marc. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "You're just so big." Marc smiled down at her tenderly. "Don't apologize. You're amazing," He pulled her up, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, he guided her towards the bed, laying her down. Marc's eyes roamed over her beautiful body as he positioned himself between her legs. Maree felt the tip of his cock tease her pussy. Torn between wanting it, needing it and the shear terror of having something that big take her. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, the tip of his cock teasing. Maree nodded "Yes. Yes, please," she breathed. Her back arched as the tip spread her apart. Her legs spread wider and moans of both pleasure and pain filled the room. Slowly, inch by delicious inch, Marc pushed into her. Maree gasped at the stretch. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his size. "You're so tight," he groaned, fighting the urge to thrust wildly. Maree didn’t respond. Lost in her own world as she came to grips with the emotions this cock was giving her. Eventually her hips started to move, silently begging for more. Marc obliged. He started with slow, deep strokes. Gradually, he increased his pace, watching her face as he took her. Marc smiled when he felt her walls relax. At the same time her moans turned to yells of pure pleasure. Maree wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside her. She clung to him, her nails raking down his back as the pleasure intensified. "Oh god, Marc! Fuck yes" she cried out. She had never screamed like this before. With each thrust she felt the new her grow. She wasn’t that shy little girl anymore. She wanted this. Wanted to be taken and fucked completely. She was his to do with her anything he wanted. Maree's world exploded in ecstasy as another orgasm ripped through her body. Her back arched off the bed, her inner walls clamping down on Marc's cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. She cried out his name, her voice hoarse with passion. Marc growled, feeling her tightness squeeze him. He picked up his pace, pounding into her with abandon. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust. "That's it, baby," he grunted. "Take all of me." Maree was lost in sensation, her body trembling as aftershocks of her orgasm continued to pulse through her. She'd never felt so full, so stretched, so utterly possessed by a lover before. In one swift motion, he flipped their positions, pressing Maree face into the mattress. She had never been so manhandled before. He lifted her up her waist as he positioned himself behind her. She offered no resistance as he thrust into her, another moan filling the air as his cock filled her aching pussy with one forceful push. Maree couldn't believe how wanton she had become, but she didn't care. She craved Marc's touch, his cock. “Harder” she yelled. Marc picked up the pace. Spurred on by the yells of joy coming from Maree's lips. He grabbed her hips and started forcing her back onto him, increasing the force. Maree was happy to take it all, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her wanting this to never stop. Marc's rhythm became erratic as he neared his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. Maree gasped as she felt his hot seed flooding her. His release triggered another intense orgasm for Maree. Her body shuddered and convulsed around him. She cried out his name over and over, her voice muffled by the pillow she was clutching. Maree collapsed onto the bed, her body spent. Marc spooned up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. They lay there, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. Maree had a contented smile on her face. "That was amazing," she said softly.

31 January 2025

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TOPIC: DOGGY STYLE. Honestly, I feel like seeing & thanking the person that invented doggy style. It's sweet, it reaches the intestines. It helps penetrate deep into u, and u feel the scrotum touch ur outer hole, while he do u It's fast and reliable. Easy to do in any area of the house. It helps the shy ones to overcome shyness, cos you won't look at his face. It allows your man to play with ur nipples. It allows your man to play with your clit. It allows ur man to play and tap ur bum bum as he's doing you. It allows your man have a full view of ur bumbum, as he's doing you and ur booty is bouncing with the force of his thrust. It allows u to play with ur man's balls from under. It allows him to massage ur back. Even if you don't want to moan, this style will make you moan. In doing doggy, how u bend and position properly determines the amount of enjoyment. Don't be a boring babe on the bed. Learn to scream and moan. It makes him feel in charge. Tell him where u want to feel pleasured. CLASS DISMISSED WITH I WISH I HAD A PARTNER IN CRIME!!!

30 January 2025

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What Id like to do to you if I may. Where do I start. I’m turned on by you and want you. Lustful expression comes easy, I feel it, I crave it. I want to share it and make you feel my lust! I open the door, there you are, as I imagined, a beautiful open minded woman, eager, willing, insatiable. A cheeky glance, a playful grin. The rush has started! I’m drawn to you, I get closer, I grab your hips. I bring you towards me. I embrace you, my arms holding you close and tight, my lips drawn to yours. I gaze at you, eyes locked, hunger mounting. I go for your mouth, passionately kissing, wet tongues swirling, gently first, playful, then more intense. I grab your hair gently pull it to one side, arching your exposed neck for me to indulge. Pressing and sliding my tongue around your neck and throat. Then kissing it gently all over, I stare at you again. I want more, May l? My hands are wandering all over your body pressing you against me, feel my want for you. I can feel your hard nipples against my chest. I know they ache. You must strip and lay bare before me. I crave to see you as I want you to see me. Embrace once more feeling skin on skin feeling my hard cock against you. My wet mouth passionately kissing you down your body, closing in on your erect aching nipples, my wet tongue swirls around it. I blow my hot breath against the wetness only to make them ache so much more. I lick and suck them, flicker my tongue and repeatedly gently bite them. I’m so close to you that I feel a wetness dribbling down your leg and onto mine. I place my hand between your soft thighs. I feel you and cup your wet cunt dribbling on my finger tips. So glad, I want to share my fingers with you. Placing them in your mouth and pash you once more, tasting you. Both panting craving every touch, kiss, suck, fuck! Passion and lust grows I want to spread your legs before me, kiss your inner things, licking them, brushing may face and lips along your cunt. I love to tease and tease, feel my hot breath tormenting until you ache for it. Make you plead for it. Then release you, give it one long lick, then constant licks, tongue fucking your pussy feverishly. I must place my lips around your clit capturing it. Pushing down on it exposing that hard wet throbbing clit, for my wet tongue to flicker slow, fast, faster! I draw my head back and take a breath mmmmmm. Love to lick and suck on a beautiful cunt tasting every crevasse, passionately kissing and swirling my tongue around you like it’s another mouth. May I pleasure your buxom buttocks, my tongue does tend to wander, wanting lust and control may send me in all manner of directions. I Savour the taste of you, smell you, lick that arsehole and cunt till your squirt all over my face. Your hands grabbing my head grinding it against your wet slippery clit and cunt. I’d like that very much, gets me so hard! My cock is so stiff for you, slap it and springs back for you to play with. Straddle me on top of me and ride to your hearts content use me for your pleasure grind away on my hard cock. I dare not cum until you’ve squirted on my slippery cock multiple times. Or at the very least have your fun with me. Let me have you on your back, hover over you gaze at you rub my hard cock against your clit. Feel how wet you are on my tip of my hard cock. Slowly ease into you, all of me and slowly draw back out then in again. Hearing your moans makes me eagerly go on. Fuck that feels good! A constant rhythm develops don’t you just live hearing that slap of cunt and cock! Grab my arse draw me in deeper. Mmmmm yes animal instincts start to take over, let me pin your legs back and frenzy fuck that cunt like you know you want me too. Gush on that hard cock, feel that hot cum! I’m not done yet, turn you over doggy, slap that ass and pull that hair like riding reins and say how glad you said yes to me as I fuck you! good girl gone bad.

23 January 2025

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I LOVE MY JOB (BUTCHER'S WIFE) in the early 1980s I was working for a refrigerator company from home fridges to huge cool rooms . I had various regular customers some of which we're very nice to there regular trades men . Answering a call out one Saturday I arrived on site to find the cool room main fan had failed, so I explained to the butcher's wife and her mother in law that if I'm quick I can get a new one but we have a used one at the works. I returned after about a hour and got to work in the cool room, when the door opened and a voice asked ( cup o tea Mr fridge) o yes please was my reply. Motor fitted by time the tea and biscuits arrived, oh you spoil me I said, the reply was NOT YET. as I turned around I came face to face with the butcher's wife who grabbed me close and kissed me deeply, this lady new what she wanted as she started undoing my belt and jeans pulling my cock out with a ohh wow before deep throating me with first gulp . Just then her mother in law called for sausages which made us both laugh. Quickly wipes her mouth and carries a tray of sausage out of the cool room , I quickly pulled myself together and carried my tools and the tea and biscuits out of the room and switched on and tested. So I could feel my face glowing and the mother in law noticed that I was getting flushed. I said it's because I have been in the cold so long. They asked me if I could come back later to collect the cash what I agree to. I arrived back at the end of the day with all the shop closed up. Went in and called thru, out back came the answer, cuppa tea . Silly question I replied. Make sure the door is locked will you. So I checked the door, went through expecting to see them both but instead there was the butcher's wife in her blue and white apron and nothing else her large breasts visible on each side, well it's about time you got here laughing . Kissing me once more as I reached behind her squeezing her lovely ass , OHH THAT'S THE WAY she said bringing my hands up her back and round cupping her now heaving breasts, lifting her onto the table and leaning her backwards I lifted her legs and took her pussy in my mouth, she shuddered hard as I done this, grinding her crouch into my face with her hands on my head pulling me closer, I dropped my jeans and as I stood up I slipped my throbbing cock inside her hot wet pussy, she gasped loud as I slowly working back and forth getting deeper with every stroke , with a gasp she said ohh I'm coming I'm coming wrapping her legs around me pulling me all the way in making me fuck even harder all at once we both came at the same time filling her pussy with my full load we released and she slipped off the table and on to he knees so she could suck the last few drops of my cum from my cock , she stood up and we kissed deep once more, dressed and drank our now cold tea but we needed a drink . We had many more encounters over the course of 2 years or so until I moved companies but we had

21 January 2025

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SOCAL MEDIA HAS ITS USES About 5 years ago I was going through the normal social media when I came across a local lady that wasn't looking for but we clicked just a friendship began to evolved. After a while we decided to go for a meal which was fantastic evening, we took a walk after and I drove her home, we sat in her garden for a while just talked, after a while I felt I had outstayed my welcome so I decided to leave.. we got up from the chairs and headed for the gate, stopped at the gate and gave her a hug and she responded with a very strong hug back, all at once we was face to face and we began to kiss her hugging became rubbing and stroking my hands lifting her skirt and squeezing her fantastic ass she responded by rubbing and squeezing my cock through my trousers I in turn brought one hand around her front rubbing her clit through her panties, she was now getting very wet so I slipped my fingers inside still kissing as we were still at the gate. Let's go by the shed she said. Intercourse was not prepared for so I took it slow. Now at the side of the shed I continue to finger fuck my new best friend all at once she moans and a gushing orgasm covered her body making her legs tremble and turning to jelly holding her up we continue to kiss and keeping my fingers moving as she. gushed again, my shirt sleeve was soaking wet at this stage, put my fingers to my lips so to taste her. We agreed on not to take it any further at this stage. We kissed and hugged again and we parted much better friends. My cock was busting out of my trousers and made it very hard to drive but I knew leaving it there would lead to better things.

21 January 2025

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