The fire crackled softly, casting warm, flickering light over the wooden walls of the cabin. Outside, the storm raged — wind howling, rain hammering against the windows, the world outside disappearing into darkness. But inside, wrapped in golden heat and slow-burning tension, there were only the four of us. James leaned back on the couch, his wine glass dangling from his fingers, his eyes dark and unreadable. Sienna stretched beside him, her long legs tucked beneath her, the firelight catching the curve of her smile. Alex sat on the floor near the hearth, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. A weekend away. No distractions. Just time, endless and indulgent, stretched out between us. We had started the night with dinner — food, laughter spilling easily between full glasses of wine. The conversation had drifted, shifting into teasing touches and stolen glances, the kind of chemistry that had always lingered beneath the surface but had never been acknowledged. Until now. "We should play a game," Sienna had said, voice soft but laced with something wicked. I smirked at her. "What kind of game?" She shrugged, pretending to be innocent. "Something fun. Truth or dare?" Alex exhaled a laugh. "A little juvenile, don’t you think?" "Maybe." She tilted her head, gaze sliding to me. "But that doesn’t mean it won’t be interesting." It started off light-hearted. A dare to take a shot. A truth about our wildest fantasies. But with each question, the energy in the room shifted. "If you had to kiss someone in this room, who would it be?" A question that was meant to be playful but landed like a spark on dry wood. Sienna turned toward me, her gaze lingering, her lips curving just enough to send a ripple of heat through my stomach. "Maybe it’s easier to show than to tell," she murmured. And then she kissed me. Soft at first, teasing, testing — but I didn’t hesitate. I pressed into her, deepening the kiss, my fingers threading into her hair. A low hum of approval came from Alex. "Well, damn." James leaned forward, his fingertips grazing along my wrist, his touch featherlight but deliberate. "That was beautiful." His voice was warm, low, coaxing. The storm outside pounded against the windows, but inside, we were caught in something else — a different kind of storm, one made of tangled desire and unspoken need. Someone reached for me next — I didn’t know whose hands were whose anymore, but it didn’t matter. Mouths found skin, fingers slid beneath fabric, a shiver tracing its way down my spine as Alex kissed the sensitive spot just below my ear. A warm body pressed against my back — James, his breath hot against my neck, his teeth grazing lightly over my skin before pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. His hands came around to my front, skimming my stomach before sliding higher, fingertips brushing the underside of my breasts. I took his hands and lifted them higher, pressing them firmly to my chest, guiding him, showing him how I wanted him to touch me. A low sound rumbled in his throat as his fingers curled, kneading, teasing, his thumbs circling my nipples in slow, deliberate motions. Heat licked at my spine, the sensation sending a pulse of desire straight between my thighs. Behind me, James pressed closer, his hips flush against my backside, letting me feel the hard evidence of how much he wanted me. He rolled his hips just enough to tease, to let me know he was there, waiting, ready. Sienna watched, her lips slightly parted, her eyes dark with heat. She reached for me, her fingers grazing my hip before slipping around to my stomach, her nails lightly dragging over my skin. She leaned in, her breath fanning against my lips before she kissed me deep, slow, claiming. Her tongue swept against mine, her body pressing against my front, trapping me between her and James, warmth surrounding me, melting me. Alex moved behind Sienna, his hands sliding around her waist, his mouth tracing the elegant curve of her throat as he whispered something that made her sigh against my lips. James’s hands moved lower, his fingers tracing a teasing path down my stomach before slipping beneath my dress. He didn’t rush he took his time, his fingertips barely grazing where I ached for more, his teasing strokes making me arch against him. I gasped into Sienna’s mouth as James found the perfect rhythm, his fingers pressing, circling, stroking in slow, relentless movements. My legs trembled, my body caught in the intoxicating pleasure of too many sensations at once — Sienna’s tongue sliding against mine, Alex’s hands guiding her hips, James’s fingers working me open. Sienna broke the kiss, pressing her forehead to mine, her breath uneven. "You look so beautiful like this," James turned me, his hands firm as he guided me toward the couch, lowering me onto the cushions. His eyes never left mine as he knelt between my legs, spreading me open with deliberate, confident hands. He pressed a kiss just above my knee, his lips warm, teasing, before trailing upward, his breath hot against my skin. Sienna settled beside me, her fingers threading into my hair as she watched James with a smirk. "He’s good with his mouth, you know," she whispered, her teeth grazing my earlobe as she reached for my breast. James chuckled, his lips curving against my inner thigh before his tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive skin just beside where I needed him most. "She’s about to find out," he murmured. And then he kissed me there — soft at first, gentle, his tongue sweeping up through my folds with a teasing slowness that made my back arch. I gasped, my fingers threading into his hair as he licked again, firmer this time, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me exactly where he wanted me. Sienna’s mouth found mine again, swallowing my moans as James set a rhythm — slow, precise, deliberate. He flicked his tongue over my clit, then dragged it down, slipping lower, teasing my entrance with the tip of his tongue before sucking lightly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Alex moved behind Sienna, his hands guiding her to straddle my hand. She sighed as she pressed against me, her hips rolling slowly, using the friction to chase her own pleasure, my fingers inside her and palm pressed against her clit. James groaned against me, the vibration sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through me before plunging his tongue deep inside me, his hands gripping my thighs as he devoured me with raw, unrestrained hunger. Sienna’s fingers joined his, circling my clit, stroking in time with his tongue, working me open between them. Alex pressed closer, his hands guiding Sienna’s movements, his mouth hot against her skin as he whispered encouragement. My whole body trembled, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, heat spreading through every nerve. I could feel the weight of James’s gaze on me even as his tongue worked me higher, even as Sienna’s fingers curled inside me, stroking that perfect spot, even as Alex rocked against her, his own breathing ragged. And then — release. It hit like a shockwave, tearing through me, my back arching, my breath catching in my throat as I shattered against their mouths, their hands, their bodies. James groaned, drinking in every last tremor as he licked me through the aftershocks, Sienna’s fingers still stroking slow, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure. I laid back against the cushions, utterly undone, my limbs heavy and warm, my body still humming from the intensity. Sienna pressed a soft kiss to my lips, her smile lazy and satisfied. "God, that was beautiful." James, his grin utterly wicked. "And we’re just getting started." Alex chuckled, leaning in to kiss me. "I think it’s my turn now." I barely had time to catch my breath before Alex was on me, his lips crashing against mine, his kiss deeper, hungrier than before. His fingers sliding down my sides, tracing every curve. James had wrecked me with his mouth, but Alex wanted something more. He wanted to take his time, to savour, to unravel me all over again. Sienna curled up beside me, her fingers trailing lazy circles over my skin, her mouth pressing soft, teasing kisses to my shoulder, my collarbone, down the valley between my breasts, dragging her tongue over my nipple before taking it between her lips. A shudder rolled through me, and my legs instinctively parted as Alex settled between them. He pressed the thick length of his cock against me, teasing me with slow, shallow thrusts, his hands firm on my thighs as he dragged the head of his cock against me, pressing just enough to make me ache for him. "Tell me how you want it," Alex whispered against my lips, his voice rough, his restraint evident in the way his hands trembled against my skin. James let out a low chuckle beside me. "She likes it deep," he murmured, his fingers tracing down my stomach, just barely grazing where I was already soaked and ready. Sienna smirked, lifting her head to kiss me again, her tongue sliding against mine. "But she also likes it slow at first." I exhaled a shaky breath, nodding, my hips lifting in invitation. "Both," I whispered. "I want both." Alex groaned, gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pressed forward, the head of his cock stretching me inch by inch. My mouth fell open, my body clenching around him as he sank deeper, filling me completely. "Fuck," he breathed against my skin, his forehead pressing to mine as he stilled inside me, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. "You feel incredible." James brushed my hair back, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Breathe, sweetheart." I let out a slow, shuddering exhale, my body adjusting around the fullness, the sweet, aching stretch that sent fire curling through me. And then Alex moved. Slow at first, so slow pulling back, almost all the way out, before sinking back in, setting a deep, steady rhythm that had me whimpering, my nails digging into his back. Sienna slid lower, her mouth warm against my breast, her hands everywhere, tracing, teasing, her fingers slipping between my legs to where Alex was filling me, circling my clit in soft, lazy strokes that sent shocks of pleasure ricocheting through me. James watched, his eyes dark with lust as he stroked himself slow, tortured by the sight of me pinned between them, wrecked by pleasure. Alex groaned, shifting my legs higher, hitting deeper, his thrusts growing more insistent. His hands shaking as he pounded into me, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. Sienna’s lips found mine again, swallowing my moans, her tongue flicking against mine, her fingers working me until my thighs trembled, my body teetering on the edge. James was suddenly there, pressing a hot kiss to my stomach, his mouth replacing Sienna’s fingers. His tongue flicked over my clit in tight, perfect circles, his hands gripping my thighs as he devoured me, sending blinding white heat rushing over me in waves.. The pleasure was too much, too good, too overwhelming. Alex slammed into me one last time, his body stiffening as he groaned against my shoulder, his release triggering my own. My entire body shattered, pleasure tearing through me in wave after wave, my breath caught in my throat as I clenched around him, my thighs trembling. I was wrecked. Completely undone. And I never wanted it to end. Alex pulled out slowly, groaning as he collapsed beside me, his breathing ragged. "Still with us, sweetheart?" he teased. I let out a soft laugh, my body trembling, sated. But Sienna wasn’t done yet. She kissed me deeply, her breath warm, her body still aching against mine. "I think you need to return the favour," she purred, shifting onto her back, parting her thighs for me. James smirked, brushing a strand of hair from my face as I crawled over her, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting her. My lips hovered just above Sienna’s aching core, her thighs trembling as she whispered, "Please." I smiled, breathless, still high from my own pleasure, before lowering my mouth to her, ready to make her fall apart the same way they had done to me. Sienna’s body trembled beneath me, her breath ragged, her thighs parting wider as my tongue flicked against her, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. I could feel her body responding to me, her hips lifting, her fingers curling into my hair, urging me to keep going, to give her more. I smiled against her skin, sucking lightly, letting my tongue slide lower, tasting the way her arousal coated my lips. She let out a soft, breathless moan, her fingers tightening in my hair. "God…yes. Just like that," she gasped. Behind me, James and Alex were watching, their bodies already hard again, their breathing heavy as they took in the sight of me devouring her. James ran his hand over my back, his fingers tracing down my spine before gripping my waist, his voice low and teasing. "You love making her fall apart, don’t you?" I hummed against her, sending vibrations through her core, making her arch and cry out, her whole body tightening. "Fuck yes!" Alex moved beside James, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watched Sienna writhing beneath me. "She looks incredible like this," he murmured, his free hand sliding over Sienna’s thigh, gripping it firmly. James smirked, reaching down to cup Sienna’s breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. "I think we can make her feel even better." Sienna’s eyes flicked open, hazy with lust, her lips parting in a knowing smile. "Are you two going to just watch," she teased, That was all the invitation they needed. Sienna nodded, her body still trembling. "I want both of you," she whispered. "At the same time." The air in the room tightened, the weight of her request settling over us like a live wire. James fingers traced slow, teasing circles over her skin. "You want to be completely full?" he murmured, watching as she shivered under his touch. She swallowed, nodding. "I want to feel everything." Alex and James exchanged a glance, grinning like two men who had just been given the ultimate gift. Alex reached for the small bottle of lube on the coffee table, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers, warming it between his hands before sliding his fingers between her legs, spreading her open. Sienna gasped, her body tensing for a brief second before melting into the sensation, completely surrendering. James kissed her softly, his tongue slipping past her lips, coaxing, distracting, as Alex traced slow, soothing circles against the tight entrance of her ass, his fingers slick and careful as he pressed inside. She moaned into James’s mouth, her body shuddering, adjusting to the new sensation. James, nestled between her legs, guided the head of his cock against her pussy, teasing her with shallow thrusts, just enough to make her whimper, to make her hips tilt in silent plea. Alex worked his finger deeper, stretching her ass inch by inch, his other hand rubbing slow circles over her lower back, grounding her in the sensation. "Mmm, that’s it," I whispered, stroking Sienna’s cheek, pressing soft kisses along her jaw. "You’re taking it so well." Alex added a second finger, scissoring gently, coaxing her open, preparing her for him. Sienna’s breath came in short, uneven gasps, her head dropping back against my chest as pleasure overwhelmed her, her hips rolling desperately between the two of them. James lifted her leg higher, angling her just right as he finally thrust deep inside her, making her cry out, her fingers gripping my wrist. "Oh my God, yes!" Alex groaned at the sight of her, his cock already hard and aching. He removed his fingers, replacing them with the thick, slick head of his cock, pressing slowly, carefully against her ass. "Breathe, baby," he whispered, "Let me in." Sienna whimpered, her body shuddering as she took both of them, her walls stretching, adjusting, accommodating, until she was completely filled. James stilled inside her, letting her adjust, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit. Alex groaned, pressing deeper, his hands gripping her hips, his breath uneven as he finally bottomed out. "God…you feel incredible." She sobbed out a moan, her body trembling, overwhelmed, stretched, filled completely by both of them. "Is it too much?" I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. She exhaled a shaky laugh, her lips curving into a sinful smile. "It’s perfect." James and Alex began to move, finding a slow, rhythmic pace, taking turns thrusting into her, stretching her, working her open. The pleasure was all-consuming, raw, overwhelming in the most beautiful way. "You love it, don’t you?" James growled against her ear, his hands gripping her hips, his thrusts deep and precise. Sienna nodded, her nails digging into my thighs, her body rocking between them, completely helpless in their grip. Alex gritted his teeth, his control slipping as he pushed deeper, his cock throbbing inside her. "Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby." James circled her clit faster, matching the rhythm of their thrusts, his lips pressing against her sweaty skin, whispering filthy praise. I kissed Sienna deeply, swallowing her moans, my hand cupping her breast, rolling her stiff, needy nipple between my fingers. Her whole body tensed, the coil winding tighter and tighter, the pleasure becoming too much, too intense. "Oh fuck, fuck, I’m coming!" she screamed, her whole body convulsing, shaking violently, clenching around both of them as the most earth-shattering orgasm tore through her. James groaned, burying himself deep, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her, his head falling against her shoulder, his moans deep and guttural. Alex was right behind him, thrusting one last time, his cock pulsing, releasing inside her tight heat, his hands gripping her waist so tightly she’d have bruises tomorrow. Sienna collapsed against me, her body limp, trembling as aftershocks rippled through her, soft whimpers escaping her lips. James and Alex withdrew slowly, their hands soothing over her skin, kissing her softly, gently, bringing her back down. I held her close, stroking her damp hair, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. James let out a satisfied groan, stretching lazily, grinning at Alex. "We are definitely doing that again." Sienna laughed breathlessly, her lips curving into a blissful smile as she nestled against my chest. "You better." Alex chuckled softly, pressing a final kiss to her spine. "Best weekend ever." I laughed, curling against Sienna’s side, our bodies warm, tangled, utterly satisfied. The fire had burned low, casting shadows across sweat-slicked skin, our limbs still wrapped around each other in a perfect mess of pleasure and exhaustion. I smiled sleepily, Sienna's fingers lacing through mine. "So… same time next weekend?"

9 February 2025

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I’ve been hosting group plays for many years, this story relates to one particular one about 8 years ago. The party was at my place, daytime meet for a few couples and three or four select males. Amongst the couples I had invited a lady who I had previously played with as well as her husband. We adjourned to one particular bedroom which I always refer to as the Fuck Room. Soon the bed was a mass of flesh and most of the ladies were being attended to by more than one male. My lady friend hadn’t got on the bed yet as there was no more room, here we all are standing naked watching the others play. I was standing next to her, we were touching each other and I decided I needed more, so I lay down on the carpet facing upwards. She didn’t need any encouragement and promptly sat on my face before stretching her body so she could suck my cock in a delicious 69. Her husband was standing next to us, watching us and the bed. She engulfed my cock, I ate her sweet pussy and this went on for a while. Then I did something on the spur of the moment, I lifted my legs and clamped them around her head, pushing her head deep onto my cock. There was nothing she could do except suck it which she lovingly did. I felt my cock stirring and it erupted with a nice glob of cum in her mouth. She sucked me dry and she also exploded in my mouth. Then she stood up, her husband asked her if I came in her mouth, she smiled and said Yes. She told me later that this was the most erotic fuck she ever had, the feeling of being helpless and having to swallow my cum was a fantastic feeling. I told her that it was also a fuck to remember and I will never forget it.

7 February 2025

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I was contacted on this site by a married couple That were looking for an experienced Bi male We chatted for a while Then made plans to come to my place as I have an outside spa After everyone was comfortable we were in the spa with drinks After talking about earlier experiences Denise said that she would like to see 2 males sucking Mark and I thought it was a great idea and started He had a nice 7" cut cock and we enjoyed our 69 Denise started to suck my nipples Always gets me hot I then lifted her up and turned her around so that I could eat her pussy and rimm her Mark fed her his cock for her to suck After a while she said that she wanted my cock in her pussy I slipped into heaven as I was fucking her Mark fed me his cock to suck I said that I was about to come and Denise said blow your spunk up me As I pumped harder and was coming Mark blew his load down my throat What a great start to the evening We went inside for some nibbles and to recover The conversation was easy and free flowing Then we went into the spare Play room for round two

6 February 2025

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A friend and wife had come to visit, they'd shared only each other and had a fantasy. Luckily, I became part of that fantasy. So after collecting them and hitting our hotel for the night, showered and relaxed, I re-entered the living area. To find a very relaxed couple, having found the porn channel, engaged in the early to mid stages of foreplay (she was very busily getting hubby to attention, whilst he was from my view, two fingers deep). I enjoyed proceedings for a moment, until I was summoned closer and after a very furious game of tongue twister, I was directed south, enjoying two very ample treats on the way. Upon arrival of my destination, I found myself under the direction of the lady clearly in charge and assumed the position, gleefully awaiting what was soon to be positioned on my face. Now, eating that pussy and watching her engulf hubby's now fully grown member with slobbery glee had me almost drop a load on my thigh before we'd even started. However, when she decided to turn and have hubby enter from behind, it was then I discovered the joy of the spit roast. I did finish rather quickly, with warning of course but she never missed a beat. From there we wore each other out. I think hubby was asleep, while we continued for hours more. I'll never forget that night, or weekend tbh. Excuse me while I reminisce.

3 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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I once tied myself up while my house mate was out. I dressed up in her clothes wearing her flight centre uniform and used ropes and her scarves to bind myself. I used a scarf to shove in my mouth and a big red ball gag to gag myself as well as med wrap around to hold it in place. I could hardly make a sound. I hand cuffed myself to my ropes around my feet into a hog tie. I loved it. The thrill of being bound was so exciting. I could not believe I did it to myself. I wish I was being used by a mistress. After about 30mins i realized I had lost the key on the floor. I panicked. I struggled and moaned for another hour and a half! I was able to roll myself down off the bed and onto the floor to finally find the key and finally getting myself free. This gave me 10mins to get changed put all my stuff and her stuff away before she got home. She did ask me why I had marks on my face and wrists. I then bought her a scarf for a birthday gift, but secretly used it while she was out. Haha

1 February 2025

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The night was perfect. She had her man, a delicious meal, and even a musician to serenade the lovely couple. What more could she wish for on her birthday? As she blew out the candle, she grinned at her man while making her wish. Her desires evident with her nipples subtly revealing her excitement beneath the lace top. Her man reached across the table, his fingers gently caressing her hand. She noticed the music became more intimate as their hands touched. He leaned closer and kissed her softly as his hands beginning to explore her body. At first, she was taken aback by his touch, especially with the musician playing just a few feet away, a witness to their desires. But her surprise quickly faded, moving to excitement as she realized her birthday wish was unfolding in ways she had never imagined. The thought of being watched while she was claimed. A soft moan escaped her lips as she surrendered to the fantasy. Her man's hands roamed her body, sending delightful shivers down her spine. As if on cue, the musician set down his instrument and approached them. Without a word, her man leaned back in his seat, and she felt the musician's hand on her shoulder and neck. Shock filled her eyes as she glanced at her partner, who responded with a playful grin. Trembling with anticipation, she felt the musician's fingers trace her curves. His touch was different, rougher yet equally thrilling. The musician's lips found the curve of her neck while her man watched, a look of desire and satisfaction on his face. Her breath quickened as the musician's skilled hands explored her, tracing the contours of her breasts through the delicate lace. She kept her gaze fixed on her man, seeking his silent approval and reveling in the lustful gleam in his eyes. A slight nod from him sent a jolt of electricity through her. The musician's fingers deftly unfastened the clasps of her top, exposing her flushed skin to the cool night air. Her nipples hardened further as he cupped her breasts, kneading them gently. All the while, her man watched intently. She felt the musician's arousal pressing against her back as he continued his ministrations. Suddenly she hears the unmistakable sound of a zipper. She senses the man move beside her. Her man sitting on one side, the erect cock on the other. She turns and looks at it. It’s beautiful and thick. Not too long and a beautiful tip ready to penetrate. Her delicate hand touches it gently, wrapping around the musician's hardness. She stroked him slowly, all while maintaining that electric connection with her man across the table. Watching his lips curled into a satisfied smirk, silently encouraging her to continue. She enjoyed hearing the musician's breath as she explored his length, her touch both tentative and eager. Her other hand sought out her man's, intertwining their fingers as the passion built between the three of them. Each touch and caress a symphony of sensuality orchestrated by her birthday wish. She stands and motions for the man to sit, only letting go of his hard penis to pull down her soaked panties. Leaning in to kiss her man then positioning herself over the erect cock. Moans escape her mouth as the stranger parts her wanting pussy. He feels so good. Different from her man. It’s been a long time since another cock had filled her. She sinks down slowly, savoring every inch, every vein as the musician's thick shaft stretches her. A silent conversation passes between her and her man as she begins to move, rolling her hips in a sensual dance. She feels the musician's hands grip her waist, guiding her movements as she rides him. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples hard and aching for attention. As if reading her mind, her man leans forward, capturing one peaked bud between his lips. She gasps, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Her pace quickens, driven by the growing need coiling in her core. The musician matches her rhythm, driving up into her as she grinds down. She feels so wonderfully full, each stroke hitting places that make her groan. All the while, her gaze remains fixed on her man, watching as he expertly plays with her hardened nipples. Sweat glistens on her skin as she chases her pleasure. Her man’s fingers find her sensitive nub, circling it with practiced ease. She bites her lip, muffling a cry as the added stimulation pushes her closer to the edge. The tension builds, a crescendo of sensation threatening to overwhelm her. Her movements become erratic, desperate. The musician thrusts harder, faster. She feels him swell inside her, knows he's close too. With a final, powerful thrust, she shatters. Waves of ecstasy crash over her as she comes, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around the musician's cock. He follows moments later, spilling himself deep inside her with a guttural groan. As she comes down from her high, she leans forward, resting her forehead against her man's. Their breath mingles, a silent exchange of love and gratitude passing between them. The musician withdraws, leaving her feeling deliciously used and satisfied. Her man pulls her into his lap, cradling her trembling body against his chest. His hardness presses against her thigh, a promise of more pleasure to come. As the musician quietly gathers his things and slips away, she knows this birthday celebration is far from over.

31 January 2025

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Amelia's heart raced as she entered the dimly lit room, her eyes slowly adjusting to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. Plush velvet curtains in deep crimson hung from ceiling to floor, and flickering candles cast dancing shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and leather. She ran her fingers nervously over the smooth silk of her robe, hyper-aware of her nakedness underneath. Master J had instructed her to disrobe before entering, and she had complied with trembling hands. Now she stood just inside the doorway, unsure where to look or what to do next. A low, rich voice came from the shadows. "Come closer, pet." Amelia's breath caught in her throat as she took a few hesitant steps forward. As her eyes adjusted further, she began to make out more details of the room. Gleaming metal hooks hung from the ceiling. An ornate wooden chest stood in one corner, its contents a mystery that made her shiver with equal parts fear and excitement. Master J emerged from the darkness, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure. He wore fitted black pants and nothing else, his muscled chest bare. In one hand he held a leather flogger, its many strands swaying gently as he moved. "Are you ready to begin your journey, pet?" he asked, his voice a silky purr. Amelia wanted to answer but couldn’t find her voice, all she could do was nod. A thrill of anticipation coursed through her as Master J approached, his eyes roaming over her body with open appreciation... Master J circled Amelia slowly, drinking in every curve and contour of her body. His fingertips ghosted over her shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Amelia shivered. "Such a lovely pet," he murmured. "So responsive already." He stood before her, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, but there was also warmth there, a silent promise of safety. "We'll start slow," Master J said. "Remember your safe word?" "Red," Amelia whispered. "Good girl. Now, hands behind your back." Amelia complied, clasping her hands at the small of her back. Master J produced a length of soft rope, skillfully binding her wrists together. The rope was snug but not uncomfortable, holding her arms securely in place. "How does that feel?" he asked. "Good," Amelia breathed. Master J guided her to the center of the room where a padded bench awaited. He moved her over it, her torso resting on the cushioned surface while her legs remained on the floor. "Spread your legs for me, pet." Amelia hesitated only a moment, her face flushing as she exposed herself fully. Master J ran a hand appreciatively down her spine. "Beautiful," he praised. "Now, I'm going to start with the flogger. Just light strokes to warm you up. Tell me if it's too much." The first whisper-soft lashes across her back and bottom made Amelia gasp. It was a new sensation, not quite pain, but intense stimulation that sent sparks of pleasure. As Master J continued, gradually increasing the force, Amelia found herself pushing back into the strikes, craving more. Moans of pleasure filled the room as the flogging intensified. Her skin tingled and burned deliciously. She felt herself growing wet, her inhibitions melting away under Master J's skilled attention. When he finally set the flogger aside, Amelia whimpered at the loss. But then she felt his hands on her, massaging her heated skin, soothing and arousing in equal measure. His touch dipped lower, probing between her legs. "So wet for me already," he growled approvingly. "Such an eager little submissive." Amelia could only moan in response as his fingers worked their magic, bringing her right to the edge of climax before withdrawing. She writhed against the bench, desperate for more. "Please," she begged. "Please, Master." "Patience, pet," he chuckled. "We're only just beginning..." A finger circled round and round teasing her mercilessly, drawing soft whimpers from Amelia. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Not yet, my pet. I want you aching for it." He withdrew his hand, leaving Amelia trembling with need. She heard him move away, followed by the sound of the wooden chest creaking open. Her imagination ran wild wondering what implement he might choose next. Amelia gasped as something cool and smooth traced down her spine - a Wartenberg wheel. The pinpricks of sensation made her squirm. Master J rolled it over her shoulders, down her arms, across her sensitive sides. When he reached her inner thighs, Amelia couldn't help but cry out. "So responsive," he murmured approvingly. "Let's see how you handle this." The wheel was replaced by something soft brushing her skin - a feather perhaps? It danced over her body, alternating with sharp little nips that must have been from a crop. The contrasting sensations had Amelia writhing. Master J kept her on edge for what felt like hours, introducing her to a whole array of implements - silky scarves, rough rope, biting clamps, tingling electro-wands. He built her arousal higher and higher, only to back off each time she neared climax. Just when Amelia thought she couldn't take anymore, Master J's hands were on her again, lifting her from the bench. He guided her to a padded X-frame on the wall, securing her wrists and ankles with leather cuffs. Amelia's legs trembled as Master J knelt before her. His tongue found her center, lapping and sucking with practiced skill. Two fingers slid inside, curling to hit just the right spot. “Don’t you dare come” Master J's talented tongue and fingers worked in tandem, bringing Amelia to the brink of ecstasy. She strained against her bonds, every muscle taut as she fought to obey his command. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin as she panted and moaned. "Please," she whimpered. "I can't... I need..." He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her most sensitive flesh. "You can and you will," he said firmly. "Show me your control." Amelia bit her lip, focusing all her willpower on holding back the tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. Master J resumed his ministrations, alternating between feather-light touches and firm pressure. Stars danced behind Amelia's closed eyelids as the sensations built to an almost unbearable intensity. Just when she thought she might shatter, Master J withdrew completely. Amelia's eyes flew open to see him standing before her, chest heaving. His gaze was dark with desire as he took in her trembling form. "You've done so well, pet," he praised. "I think you've earned a reward." He reached for something on a nearby table - a small bullet vibrator. Amelia's breath hitched as he pressed it against her, the low hum sending shivers through her over sensitized body. Master J's free hand caressed her face tenderly. "You may come now," he murmured. The permission unleashed a tidal wave of sensation. Amelia cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body convulsing in the restraints. Master J held the vibrator steady, drawing out her climax until she was limp and gasping. As the aftershocks subsided, he gently removed the vibrator and began unfastening her bonds. Amelia's legs gave out as soon as she was free, but Master J caught her easily in his strong arms. He carried her to a plush lounge in the corner, cradling her against his chest. "You were magnificent," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her hair. "How do you feel?" Amelia took stock of her body - pleasantly sore, utterly relaxed, and more satisfied than she'd ever been. "Amazing," she breathed. "That was... incredible." Master J chuckled warmly, reaching for a bottle of water and helping her take small sips. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. We'll take things slow, build up your endurance over time." As Amelia nestled against him, she knew this was only the beginning of her journey into submission. She couldn't wait to explore further with her skilled and attentive Dom.

31 January 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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“I love looking at your naked body. And I love watching you get turned on just because I’m looking at you.” It wasn’t just that he was looking at me. It was the way he was looking at me. Like he was going to devour me. The anticipation of him fucking me made me drip. I’d been naked for the last 3 days, ever since he walked in to my campsite. Since then we’d spent most of our time fucking. Every way we could think of. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, missionary. His cock in my cunt, my mouth, my arse. And we fucked everywhere – in his rooftop tent, on the bonnet of his car, bent over the table or the back of my car, with me tied to a tree, in the water, even in my single swag. And now I was naked, with my hands tied above my head to the ladder of his roof top tent. Eagerly waiting for him to do what he wanted. “I think you need your arse whipped.” he said “Turn around and face the ladder.” I did as instructed. He walked up behind me and put his hand between my legs and stroked my pussy. “Spread your legs.” I complied. Spreading them as far as I could with my hands tied above my head. I pushed my arse out in anticipation. “Oh, that’s good. That arse definitely needs a whipping.” He got out his belt and brought it down with a resounding smack on my arse. It stung. I couldn’t lessen the blow by moving forward as I was against the ladder. I left out a groan. Again the belt came down on my arse. Again I groaned. “This is definitely what you need. Your arse needs a good whipping. And then, if you’re good, I might fuck it for you.” He brought the belt down again. “Have you had enough?” “Yes, please” “No, I think you need a couple more.” His actions were perfect, the belt came down with a resounding smack and made my arse sting. Twice more. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sit down. He came and untied me “Now you can suck my cock to show me that you appreciate being disciplined.” I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. I could feel him watching me moving up and down the shaft, wrapping my tongue around it, licking the head, and then licking his balls. He watched me suck his cock. Taking it all the way into my mouth, then licking and sucking his balls. Then he twined his fingers through my hair and pulled me to my feet. He moved me over to the table. “Bend right over and spread your legs.” He moved behind me and put his cock against my arse. His fingers found my wet pussy and used my cunt juices to lubricate my arse. He thrust his cock into my arse while he fingered by pussy. I cried out as he thrust deep into my arse. The sudden thrust was both painful and pleasurable. I wasn’t sure which sensation was the strongest. Whipping me had obviously turned him on. A couple of thrusts and he pulled out and spurted his cum over my back. “Time for another swim” he said “Then it’s your turn. Maybe we can beat that 10 minutes.”

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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Glancing at the clock, Kathleen felt the day rush by as she got ready. The closer it got to the meeting time, the faster her heart raced. She'd never done anything like this, and every moment leading up to it only intensified the thrill and apprehension. As she slipped on her clothes and tucked her belongings into a small bag, she practiced breathing exercises to calm her nerves. It was all so new, and she remembered Amber's words about embracing spontaneity, stepping outside her comfort zone. This was her chance to do just that. Finally, as the moment arrived, Kathleen grabbed her keys and the blindfold, her heart pounding louder than ever. She drove to the motel, her mind racing with anticipation and a flurry of what-ifs. The building stood modestly on the outskirts of town, its unassuming exterior offering an air of anonymity that made her feel a bit at ease. Parked, she closed her eyes for a moment, cantering herself before stepping out of the car. The soft thud of her heartbeat filled her. Kathleen stood at the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached for the handle. Was she really brave enough to do this—taking a chance and stepping into the unknown. With a deep breath, she turned the knob and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. Walking around the motel room Kathleen couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Her whole body tingled a mixture of nerves and excitement. She could not remember ever feeling this way before. Could she really go through with this could she let this man explore her body will she be comfortable being blindfolded and letting him do whatever he wanted. She looked at the door knowing that she could leave at any time but she also knew that she didn’t want to she wanted to be there she wanted to do this. As she waited anxiously like a little child on Christmas Eve, she all of a sudden heard the sound of the motorbike coming towards the car park. A chill went through her whole entire body, but this was not a chill that she had ever felt before. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and on her legs. Would they still be there when Mark walked in would he notice them on her all these questions started going through her mind would she be good enough for him would he be good enough for her would she enjoy this. There was truly only one way to find out. There was almost a deafening sound of the bike as it stopped close to the door. The man she wanted more than anything in the world right now was only a matter of feet away from her. She also knew what she had to do right now, she also knew what she wanted to do right now. Kathleen sat onto the corner of the bed from out of her pocket she pulled the blindfold out she took one last look around the room then put it on. Marc’s gravelly voice could be heard through the door “Are you ready.” “Yes” she replied “Yes what” “Yes sir” Kathleen replied Seconds later she hears the door open, and his heavy boots walk in pressing down on the carpet. She hears the footsteps walk around her she turns ahead towards the sound even though she can’t see him almost an instinctive movement. This happens for what seems like an eternity she knows he’s there can feel can smell him can hear him but she cannot see him. Then she feels it. His warm breath on her neck. He is so close to her but is still not touching her. Her whole body he earns just for that first touch the first connexion between him and her. But it still doesn’t come. Oh she can feel is the breath on her neck. Whatever reservations she had are now completely gone. She wants is for him to touch her and to touch him. Every part of her body felt like it was crying out to him yelling at him to do whatever he wanted. At this precise moment she knew she was his. A feeling of euphoria ran through her body. There was no doubt now. There would be no regret. Whatever reservations she harboured faded away in that moment. She craved his touch, craved the intimacy that hung between them like a charged current. Every inch of her being cried out for him, a silent plea urging him to take her, to give in to the shared desire that was simmering just beneath the surface. At that precise moment, she understood she was his. A euphoric rush enveloped her, washing over her like a warm tide. There was no doubt left, no room for regret. She was ready, wholly and completely. As sat in the dark, anticipation thrumming through her veins, she felt Marc finally shift closer, the air thick with tension. The warmth of his body enveloped her, and Kathleen took a deep breath, the intoxicating scent of him filling her senses. She revelled in the thrill of the unknown, aware that this moment would change everything. Marc’s hands, firm yet gentle, caressed her shoulders, sending shivers racing down her spine. His touch ignited sparks, each brush of his fingers awakening her body in ways she hadn’t expected. He explored her skin with deliberate slowness, his fingertips trailing softly across her collarbone, down her arms, as if memorizing every contour. “Trust me,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. It wrapped around her like a warm blanket, instilling a sense of safety even in her vulnerability. She nodded, though he couldn’t see her, surrendering herself to the experience unfolding before her. With a gentle tug, he guided her to lie back on the bed, the soft sheets cool against her skin. Kathleen could feel the weight of his body shifting beside her, the anticipation and desire creating a charged atmosphere. He removed the blindfold just enough to allow her to peek, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of him hovering over her, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Do you want this?” he asked, “Yes,” she breathed, her heart pounding in her chest. With that word, he kissed her deeply, their lips colliding in a fusion of passion. It was a dance of hunger and exploration, his hands finding their way into her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Kathleen melted into him, every fibre of her being igniting with desire as she surrendered to the intoxicating taste of him. Marc’s hands wandered further, tracing the lines of her body, each touch igniting a fire within her. He explored every inch as though he were mapping uncharted territory, taking his time, eliciting soft gasps that filled the air. Kathleen could hardly contain herself, the desire building to an almost unbearable height. “Get ready,” he murmured, as he pulled away slightly, She could feel the throb of anticipation coursing through her, the promise of what was to come. With a confident yet careful touch, Marc bound her wrists with soft silk ties, ensuring she felt secure yet at his mercy. The sensation was thrilling, each knot expertly tied, heightening her vulnerability while amplifying her trust. Unlike Logan, Marc was an expert, and she felt utterly at his mercy, she was so turned on that she felt herself get so wet that her juices were leaking from her slit As he finished, he pulled back to admire her, the sight of her bound and at his whim making his pulse quicken. Marc can’t resist but gentle run his fingers over her perfect skin. A smile on his face as he notices a glint from her arousal “Hmm someone likes being tied up. I can’t wait to taste you...” “Then please do it Sir” Kathleen feels her hips arch up ready for him. Ready for whatever he wants. The tips of 2 fingers run up the edge of her wet clit. Her hips push forward trying to get them deep into her but to no avail. A moan of disappointment escapes her lips as the touch disappears. Then Kathleen hears it, at first, she is not sure what. “You taste so sweet” Marc’s voice fills her with the thrill of what the sound is as he is sucking her taste off his own fingers. “Remember,” he said, leaning closer, “you can always tell me to stop., what is your safe word,” The reassurance sent warmth flooding through her. She nodded, “Red for stop please and yellow for slow down.” fully aware that she wanted this, wanted him, wanted to explore the depths of passion together. As Marc began his exploration anew, he took his time, kissing a trail down her body, igniting fire with each deliberate touch. It was a symphony of sensations—a mix of pleasure and a hint of teasing restraint. He lingered at her most sensitive spots, worshipping her body, his touch both gentle and commanding. The world faded away, leaving only the two of them in a combination of sensations that danced between pleasure and tension. Kathleen gasped as he gave her exactly what she craved, his mouth and hands working seamlessly, each movement sending shivers of bliss spiralling through her. “Let go,” he urged softly, his voice a soothing balm against the waves of pleasure crashing over her. With each flick of his tongue, each tender squeeze, he was unravelling her in the best possible way until all that remained was the raw, unfiltered desire that pulsed between them. In that moment, she knew she was his completely, and she revelled in it. Nothing else mattered—only the intoxicating connection between them, filled with exploration and the sweet thrill of surrender. As the moments stretched on, their connection deepened. Marc’s whispers of reassurance and praise filled the spaces between their kisses and touches, each word more impactful than the last. With each passing second, Kathleen discovered a fervent freedom she hadn't known existed, driven by the undeniable chemistry between them. Each moment spent exploring this new territory brought with it revelations about herself and Marc. She realized that though the roles of control and surrender seemed defined, they were in fact fluid, and each of them supported the other in different ways throughout their experience. His fingertips skilfully explored her body, gliding over her skin as though he was memorizing every contour. The delicate touch sent ripples of electricity through her, awakening her senses and stirring a deep anticipation within her. As he moved, his exploration was unhurried, thoughtful, allowing Kathleen to relax and immerse herself fully in the experience. He explored further, his hands charting a course along her sides and across her stomach. Kathleen's breath hitched with each tender touch, a soft sigh escaping as she let herself be swept away in the intimate journey they were sharing. She felt cherished and beautiful under his attentive care. Together, they formed a rhythm, a language of touch and sensation that connected them in ways beyond the physical. It was a moment of mutual discovery, where vulnerability met respect, and desire met tenderness—a dance that echoed the deep, unspoken connection they had nurtured together. As continued to explore her body with soft, gentle touches, Kathleen felt the fire within her growing stronger. The sensations he was evoking were incredible, but there was a deeper hunger stirring inside her—a desire for something more intense, more raw. “Marc,” she breathed, her voice slightly shaky yet filled with determination. “I want you to be rougher with me.” The words surprised her, and she could feel a rush of adrenaline at her own boldness. He paused, looking down at her with a mixture of surprise and intrigue. “Are you sure?” he asked, his tone still low and cautious, his eyes searching hers for confirmation. “Yes,” she replied firmly, wishing she could see his face. “I want to feel everything. I want you to take control.” A slow, seductive smile spread across his face as he grasped the intensity of her request. “Alright, then,” he said, his voice taking on a deeper, more commanding tone. “Just remember your safe words” With that, Marc’s demeaner shifted, becoming more purposeful and assertive. He leaned down, kissing her passionately, his lips pressing against hers with a fierceness that sent shivers down her spine. His hands moved more decisively, gripping her thighs and pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Kathleen could feel the shift in energy, and it ignited a thrill within her. Every touch became charged with intensity as he explored her body with a new urgency. He was attentive to her reactions, gauging her responses as he increased the pressure, allowing her to revel in the exciting balance of pleasure and a hint of controlled dominance. Marc's hands wandered roughly yet skilfully, stimulating her skin with a mix of firm grips and teasing caresses and playful bites. Kathleen gasped as he continued, feeling exhilarated by the change in pace. She wanted to embrace this newfound power dynamic, eager to allow herself to be completely vulnerable while trusting him to guide them both through this journey. Mark's hands and mouth roamed boldly over Kathleen's body, his touch no longer gentle but demanding. He gripped her hips firmly, pulling her against him as his mouth claimed hers in a fierce kiss. Kathleen gasped, electricity surging through her at his newfound intensity. His lips moved to her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Kathleen arched into him, craving more. Mark's hand tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to expose more of her throat to his hungry mouth. Kathleen could feel her juices running down her legs and vaguely heard herself making strange mewling sounds. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled against her skin. "Yes," Kathleen breathed. "Please, don't stop." Marc stops, “Please don’t stop what?” Please don’t stop sir? That is your third reminder, next time there will be a punishment. Kathleen moaned her response, so Marc quickly flips her over and smacks her bottom, leaving behind a pink handprint. “What was that?” Marc asked. “Yes sir” Kathleen breathlessly responded, surprised she is able to put the two words together. Marc's hands return to exploring her body roughly, kneading and grasping as Kathleen writhed beneath him. He pinned her shoulders, his other hand tracing teasing patterns down. Marc's intensity grew as he responded to Kathleen's request. His hands gripped her more firmly, fingers digging into her flesh with a delicious pressure. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth with newfound urgency. Kathleen felt herself melting into his touch, her body responding eagerly to his rougher ministrations. His lips moved to her neck, teeth grazing her sensitive skin. He sucked hard enough to leave marks, branding her as his. Kathleen gasped, tilting her head to give him better access. The slight pain mixed with pleasure sent shivers down her spine. Marc's hands squeezed her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened under his touch. His mouth followed, teeth gently nipping before his tongue soothed the sting. Kathleen arched into him feeling her body responding eagerly to Marc's ministrations, her skin tingling with each touch. As he moved lower, trailing hot kisses down her chest and stomach, Kathleen could feel her arousal building even further. Her breath caught in her throat as he reached between her legs, fingers seeking out the source of her desire. Marc's touch was firm and deliberate, his fingers gliding over her wetness with a practised ease. Kathleen couldn't help but moan at the sensation, arching into his touch as he teased and circled her sensitive nub. "Please," she whimpered, unable to hold back any longer. Marc flipped her over again, this time delivering two smacks to her already pink backside before turning her back over, “Please what?” he said. “Please sir”, Kathleen breathlessly responded. “Keep this up and your poor backside will be very sore before you leave,” said Marc and he saw the increase flow of Kathleen’s juices seeping out of her pussy, “Hmm, someone likes the idea of a spanking, we will have to revisit that.” Marc looked up at her with a wicked smile before lowering his mouth to her core. His tongue flicked over her clit in quick succession, sending pleasure shooting through Kathleen's body She cried out as he continued his assault on her senses, his fingers joining in to add another layer of stimulation. The tension inside of her built rapidly until she was teetering on the edge of release. With one final sweep of his tongue and a firm press of his fingers against that perfect spot inside of her, Marc sent Kathleen tumbling over the edge into blissful pleasure. For the first time Kathleen understood the frustration of the restraints. Her hands trying to find anything to grab, to free themselves and did her nails into his shin. The whole ordeal frustrated and excited her. Screaming Marc’s name as waves of ecstasy washed over her, surrendering completely to the sensations Marc was evoking. After a few moments of basking in the afterglow, Kathleen had never felt anything so overpowering. Marc's lips crashed against Kathleen's once again, gently caressing and probing. Suddenly Kathleen could felt him pressing against her entrance, his hardness pushing and forcing her open. Her legs gripped around him as his cock took what he wanted. Their kiss interrupted by her moans of pleasure. The feeling of fullness and connection sending shivers down Kathleen's spine. Marc began to move slowly at first, giving them both time to adjust and savour the moment. Their pace quickened as their bodies moved in unison, seeking out the ultimate pleasure that only each other could provide. The sounds of their moans and skin slapping together filled the room, igniting a fire within them that burned hotter with each passing moment. Kathleen could feel herself building towards another peak, her body responding eagerly to Marc's skilled touch. With each thrust, Marc seemed to hit that perfect spot inside of her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. And just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, he shifted his angle slightly and sent her tumbling over once again. Kathleen cried out as she reached her second climax, her body shuddering with intense pleasure. Marc continued to move inside of her until he too reached his own release, their bodies collapsing onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. After a few moments of catching their breath, Marc rolled off Kathleen, untied her wrists and removed the blindfold, pulling her into his arms. They lay there in silence for a while, basking in the post-coital glow and enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Finally, Kathleen broke the silence with a content sigh. "That was amazing," she said, snuggling closer to Marc. He chuckled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "You're amazing," he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Kathleen felt her heart swell at his words, grateful for the connection they shared. She had never felt this level of intense passion and intimacy with anyone before, and it both scared and excited her. Eventually, when their breathing had returned to normal and their heartbeats had slowed down, Mark turned towards Kathleen with a content smile on his face “I never want this night to end," he whispered as he pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. Kathleen smiled back at him before snuggling into his chest. She knew she should be worried about what would happen next between them or what it all meant for their friendship, but for now, she just wanted to enjoy this moment with him. They spent the rest of the night entwined together under the covers, exploring each other's bodies and basking in the pleasure they brought each other until they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

29 January 2025

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“You look like you’re ready to be fucked.” I was camping in a remote spot by the river, on my own. It was hot. Very hot. So to keep cool I kept jumping in and out of the river. Skinny dipping. Well, there was nobody around and it was far too hot to wear clothes I was bending over reaching for something in the back of my car, my arse on full display, when I heard a car pull up behind me, and the car door open. I turned around. Still naked. A tall man got out and looked me up and down. I returned the favour. He had the most amazing head of hair I’ve seen since David Tennant was the Doctor! “You look like you’re ready to be fucked.” he said “I’m always ready to be fucked.” I replied “By the right person.” “And who’s the right person?” “Somebody who can go down on me and make me cum for 10 minutes straight. Until I beg for their cock.” “I can always try.” he said “But first, I think you need to go down on me. If you’re very good, then I’ll see what I can do to make sure you scream for more.” What could I do? I was naked, and there was nobody else around. I knelt in front of him and pulled down his shorts. His cock was big and hard, and demanding my attention. I caressed his cock and squeezed his balls. He moaned. Gently I circled his cock with my tongue, then licked around the head. I ran my tongue along the shaft, until I got to his balls. I licked them greedily then took them in my mouth. He moaned some more and twined his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him. He was watching me work my tongue on his cock. “Take it in your mouth. I want to watch you suck it.” I obliged. I took his cock in my mouth, all the way. He moaned again. I started moving my mouth up and down the shaft, while my tongue wandered all around. I sucked greedily, like I couldn’t get enough of his cock. “You’re such a good cocksucker.” he moaned “I think it’s time I reciprocated, before I spurt my cum all over you.” I lay down and spread my legs. He knelt between them and put his tongue on my clit. I almost came then and there, but I held off. He ran his tongue around my swollen clit, and sucked it into his mouth. I couldn’t help it. I started cumming. “Please fuck me” “Ten minutes you said. We’re nowhere near that yet.” He kept licking and sucking my clit, and I kept cumming. I grabbed his hair “Please, please. I need your cock” But he kept licking, and I kept cumming. Then he put a finger in my arse and one in my cunt. I almost screamed. He was fingering my arse and my cunt while he kept licking and sucking on my clit. The pleasure was almost unbearable. I squirted over his hand and his mouth. “Please, please, fuck me. I need to be fucked. I need your cock in my cunt.” He finally relented and moved up my body. I could see his hard cock standing at attention. He put it against my cunt and thrusted. I was so wet it went straight in, deep. I screamed as my orgasm exploded. He obviously felt the same. It only took a couple of thrusts before he pulled out and shot his cum over my stomach and my tits. It was hot, and plentiful. He stood up and pulled me up with him. “I think we both need a swim after that.” he said “Then we can find somewhere a bit more comfortable and I’ll fuck you again. And again.” I shivered. I couldn’t wait.

29 January 2025

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It was my first encounter with a mature woman, who made every minute of that encounter memorable and worth mentioning. She’s a bbw with dangerous curves in her mid 50s who loves dominating and taming younger cocks. She enjoyed making me wait while she’s stripping and rubbing her pussy all over my face. While her booty sliding on my body doing massage She’s totally aware I am holding my horses patiently however I was still not allowed to touch her, she put me through a great test and I was barely able to control. She grabbed my cock and balls tightly and slapped my dick head gently spitted on cock and gently rubbed it on her pussy and I have almost lost my control and tried to kiss her, she’s up for more punishment took me into shower and she peed all over me that was great warm bath in a cold night. She tied my balls with a rope From there she started giving oral, handjob and started edging me to orgasms. The moment I cum is the moment I should be leaving is our condition, if I could survive from bursting pleasureful orgasm for at least 30 minutes is when I am free to explore her. She tugged my pole post orgasm until I cum 2 times she kept going on till I couldn’t handle it anymore. First time in my life I have experienced great suffering in pleasure. She was one of the brave, selfish bossy woman I have ever encountered who mastered in torturing with pleasure which I totally loved my time and experienced something new for first time in my life.

28 January 2025

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Armpits fetish is highly underrated, I had an encounter with like minded sexy bb, tried tasting each other’s sweat while sex it’s better than energy drink or Viagra. We started the entire episode with gentle kissing while my arms are measuring her big ass and rubbing her pussy, her exhale was hitting me like a nice breeze, That moment she relaxed and spread her arms in joy. I started kissing her neck moved down the body kissed her strong biceps, her smell was so erotic. Smelled her armpits it was heavenly, she’s loving it I stated rubbing and kissing her smooth armpits she was responding so good at one stage she pushed my face in to her armpits had a taste of them she begged for more end kissing them with gentle bites and there she had an orgasm. She took over my cock and hold my balls tightly and pulling them while she enjoyed sniffing and tasting my armpits. We ended up sweating while trying different positions in sex and as a trophy of honour licked each other’s sweat. That night we’ve tried different costumes she love wearing a strap on dildo and fuck me hard what a dominating devil I had encountered.

27 January 2025

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We had just arrived at the Attunga party, stripped down to our play costumes, me nude and Vicki in her black stay-up stockings and thigh-high black leather stiletto-heeled boots. We were in the play area looking for somewhere to get horizontal when I spotted Rob, a young naked guy standing on his own. Vicki needing little encouragement, went up to Rob, introduced herself and soon she was on the mattress-covered floor with my cock in one hand and Rob's cock in the other. I enjoy watching her warm up and I watched her hand as it slid up and down my cock and then looked at the other hand sliding up and down Rob's cock. That's when I noticed that Rob's cock was at least two inches longer than mine. I had never seen a ten inch cock before and Vicki had never had one inside her before. I lubed up my cock and worked it into Vicki's wet cunt as she continued to stroke Rob's monster cock. After a few minutes of easy fucking I pulled out and allowed Rob to take my position. I watched as he pushed slowly into Vicki's cunt and saw her expression change as she began to realise this was bigger than anything she had had before. Rob was keen to make the most of his chance so he rotated from missionary to Vicki on top and then from behind. As soon as he pulled out I placed my cock back in Vicki's cunt and slowly fucked her once more. Later in the night, I was sitting on the mattress with my back against the wall as Vicki was on her hands and knees sucking my cock. While she was sucking, a guy came up behind her and asked if he could fuck her from behind while she was otherwise engaged. Vicki nodded approval and turned back to putting my cock in her mouth as the new guy pushed his cock into her cunt and got a nice rhythm going. Eventually, he pulled out, thanked her and moved on. Shortly after, another guy approached and asked the same question, and got the same response. As he was fucking Vicki from behind I noticed there was a large mirror on the adjoining wall and in it I could see Vicki sucking my cock as guy 2 fucked her from behind. This gave me an idea and I asked Vicki to move her leg that was closest to the mirror into a position where the sole of her boot was on the ground. As she moved into this new position with guy 2 still fucking her I could now see his cock ploughing in and out of her pussy lips. I indicated the mirror to Vicki and she turned her head to watch, as did the guy fucking her. We continued in this position until guy 2 gave it away. It was now my turn to fuck her very wet cunt for the final round of the night.

27 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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WORKING ON THE SOUTH COAST OF ENGLAND. Being a mobile tech was the best time in the early 2000sHad a pretty cruisey job traveling from shop to shop of a large supermarket chain that helped me meet with lots of people and some particularly lovely ladies, on one particular occasion I was called to repair the extract fan in the lady's toilet, so doing my job probably I put the signs on the door and out of use barriers across the doorway just to make sure. I set up my ladder and began the work, it's amazing how much dirt and lint gets stuck on the fans, I removed the fan and showed it to the manageress saying it has to be replaced. We always have had a flirt from time to time we were both married but a little banter makes the day more fun. I returned with a new fan and got to work fitting it. When the manageress came in with a big cup of tea and some biscuits, not unusual but normally bought in by a staff member. Standing on the ladder platform a felt a hand gently stroke my inner thigh up one side and down the other, OHH I said as I looked down she had removed her shoes and had taken position on the ladder, now this is something I have been wanting to do for a long time slowly rubbing my cock through my trousers. Had to stop what I was doing and concentrate on the matter at hand my cock growing as she stroked. She unfastened My belt and slowly unzipped pulling on the legs to expose my cock, without a word she swallowed my cock to the balls taking long strokes filling her mouth and throat the feeling was intense partly because I was at work and the risk of getting caught was extremely high, I was getting very close and had to get her to stop so I could get down to return the favour, so struggling down the steps with my trousers at half mast we maneuvered to the sinks kissing her deeply as we went, popping her up onto the surface I played with her soaking wet pussy, I dropped down to my knees and took her swollen clit into my mouth sucking and licking with my thumb in her pussy and a finger in her ass this bought her to a incredible gushing orgasm covering my face and shirt, I lifted her down and kissed her deeply. Then turned her round bending her over the work surface and touched the swollen opening with the tip of my cock (FUCK ME NOW ) She demanded. So I slowly slide my cock inside. Then picking up the pace fucking her so hard my balls was slapping her pussy making her gush once more over my balls. She said I want to swallow your cum. So after a few minutes I was ready I pulled out and she dropped to her knees taking my cock deep in her throat again I came so hard and deep gushing hot cum down her throat. We quickly dressed and left me wondering what and when we can do that again. We did lol

22 January 2025

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Have always been a generous person, not with cash or property but if I can help someone I will , had a breakdown to attend in London's east end and the parts I needed for this job were in Kent. Problem. So as this was a emergency I got on my way down the M2 freeway as fast as I could... however on the return trip I need fuel so I stopped at the freeway petrol station, on filling up I saw a young lady with a Canadian flag on her back pack trying to get a lift, so on my way out I stopped and asked where she was going, her name was Ann and was trying to get to London, your luck is in today I said that's exactly where I will be going. We loaded up the backpack into the van and off we went. I asked what part of Canada was she from with that she kissed me on the cheek and said thank you for not thinking I was American, "well the Canadian flag kinda gave it away" I said. As we went down the road the conversation started getting a bit blue and a swelling in my pants was getting a little uncomfortable making me squirm in my seat. She obviously noticed this and without a word reached across and started stroking my cock through my pants, I think we may have to sort that out she said unfastening her seat belt then unzipping my pants, was very hard to get the fella out as I was so rock hard at this point. She put her head in my lap and started to lick my now throbbing shaft couldn't look down because I was still driving. She re positioned with her ass now in the air so she could take me in her mouth, so good as she sucked and took me deep into her throat, as soon as I saw a turn off we took it now parked in a country lane next to a field I slid my seat back to allow her better access squeezing my balls she continues to suck as I slid my hand down the back of her trousers allowing me to squeeze her ass. I think we should go out side I said, okay let's do it she said, van has a side load door that I opened so we would have a little privacy. Both out of the van I kissed her deeply and tasted my cock on her, she undid her trousers allowing me to access a lovely shaven pussy, fingering her very wet pussy and kissing made me throb harder, a few car's passed us as we carried on regardless, want you inside me she said, she turned around and part laying across the boxes in the van. I slowly entered her hot tight pussy she trembled as my swollen helmet passed those hot wet lips slowly starting to fuck her , she was moaning and gasping as I speeded up I New I would not be able to last at this rate, I told her this and she said don't cum inside me I want to swallow you. Getting to the point I withdrew and she sat on the inside of the doorway take my cock in her mouth I didn't disappoint as I flooded her mouth and throat with my cum. At this point a lady in the field came past on her horse giving us a nod. Thinking she must have been watching the whole time. We pulled ourselves together and got back on our way. I dropped Ann at tower bridge, we kissed for the last time and she was gone. I could still taste my cum on her lips 👄

22 January 2025

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