A few days after I had fucked Laura while her friend Jane watched, I received a phone call from Jane. She was having some friends around that night and she wanted me to come. She told me Laura would not be there. I arrived at Jane's and found the other people were her boyfriend, another couple and Kathy. We were all in the kitchen, talking and drinking when I noticed that Kathy had left the room. There was music in the lounge room and I found Kathy swaying to the beat. She looked very sexy in her tight jeans and t-shirt. I began to dance with her, which soon had us moving closer together. I brushed my hands across her waist and hips and met no resistance. Hands to the waist again, brushing them up her body and along the sides of her breasts. Her hands were now on my chest and down to my hips. I responded with the old “lets get this t-shirt off” move and she was now dancing in her bra and jeans. By now, everybody else had come from the kitchen to watch us as we continued to dance and fondle each other. I pulled her towards me and removed her bra, revealing breasts that had had some excellent work done to them. Not to be left out, Jane pulled my t-shirt off and now Kathy and I were dancing while rubbing our chests together. Kathy was already barefoot so I took her jeans off very smoothly and she was left dancing in a g-string in front of our audience. Jane, being keen to help, undid my jeans and pulled them off. Soon I had Kathy stepping out of her g-string as I pulled it down. The ever-helpful Jane relieved me of my underwear. My cock was already hard and Kathy's cunt was wet as I ran my finger along it. We were both very turned on by having an audience. I led Kathy to the couch and laid her down. I slid my very hard cock into her very wet cunt as the audience of four watched. This was getting too exciting for me so I pulled out. Kathy asked if there was anything wrong, I told I was over-excited and just needed to calm down a bit. Thirty seconds later my cock was back in her wet cunt and we began the show in front of our audience. At some point, the audience drifted away, leaving us to concentrate on our fucking and positioning. Kathy told me she was going to come so I began to pound her harder so that we came at the same time. As I pulled my cock out of her I could see my cum leaking from her very wet cunt.

5 July 2025

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I was 18 when I was found by a couple in their mid 40's. They invited me to the old Log Cabin in Penrith, they wanted me to join them in a threesome and wanted to make a night of it! Haha, I was so flattered they approached me, invited me, their intention i was completely swept off my feet! I grew up in the Blue Mountains so its a very reserved place. I had no idea where it would go but i wanted to know. I get down there, get introduced, sit out the back on the river drinking a beer with these two, everyone keeping polite and civil completely in contrast to why we were there. I'm in a state of excitement! completely out of context for the situation haha but I kept it all under wraps, just trying to match their tone, I had no idea what was normal, everyone around us is having a beer, watching the footy, doing dinner with the kids... The night goes on, we talk, I have no memory of what, we end up at a table by the dance floor, I'm making out with her, her husband is making out with her, she's going between us, dancing, drinking, it was chaos! and I loved it! A bouncer, a big kiwi, made sure to step by and clear our table, he had this look, this look that said "I know what you guys are doing" haha and he was happy and gleeful! So was she, so was he... so was I!!! So we go back to the motel next door, we play, we fuck, we pound. He and I pass her between us, she's lunging and knocking us on our backs to ride us... we were animals... I woke up the next morning, they're fucking next to me, it was so normal, it felt right, i slept so well in a bed of 3... the freedom to do as they felt... to me... to one another... it opened up something in my life... We parted and I spent the next few months processing every belief I'd been taught, I was conflicted because the result didn't match the beliefs, this should have been bad, but i feel amazing, it was empowering! I spent the next few years going to swinger parties with them and being passed around and I loved it! I love bringing joy! I loved the appreciation i was given for sharing myself. I adore those older than me... well everyone was older than me! haha. I love the blemishes, the scars, these people hid nothing of themselves their stories were written in their bodies, their expressions, you could see where hardship was faced. These things didn't hold them back, didn't deter them being forward with me, it empowered them, I grew to see it as a strength. To have age and have survived the world became a big attraction point for me. The wrinkles, the lines, the blemishes, the love handles, stretch marks and atrophy... these people lived life and I love how they used me like they bought me! The parties were wonderful, private, groups of friends. Some wanted to host, do dinners, serve food, others wanted to be social, some just wanted to play. There were people dressed to the 9's a meter from those nude and everyone had the same joy and smiles erupting from them. Invitation to play was normalized... a hand on the shoulder "would you like to come play" it was said like being offered tea or coffee... civil and polite and a yes or a no was met with equal appreciation. I have never again seen that volume of joy and expression of adults in adult life... all the day to day roles, wife, husband, worker, parent... they took a back seat and the person got some airtime, some playtime! Earned from all the time being responsible. This marked me early in life, to be responsible... to get it done... because then it is playtime... I was given new beliefs, swinger beliefs, tribal beliefs. That ended as all things do, I met a woman, did the white picket fence, did the career, did the kids... All the while this part of me struggled within the confines of civility, it cant exist there... there is no playtime. 20 years later I've come back and I'm looking for the tribe I left... I need it, I don't do well in civility, I'm not made for it. Its all digital now, websites, apps... and lots of very angry upset people which is upsetting, I didn't expect to find that. I've had a few adventures and mishaps learning this space. So here I am! I want to find the people and the places that gave me so much happiness and allowed me to share myself fully, be appreciated for my promiscuous nature, my creativity. I want to mentor the new and take them in as I was. That couple would be heading towards 70 years and I miss them, they made such a huge impact upon me, taught me so much about people, myself... my gratitude is boundless. I have held an affinity and appreciation for those with life experience and they were a huge part of that. Listen to your elders... they can take you places you cannot fathom xxx

3 July 2025

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Was nice to get some positive feedback on my last story so I thought I’d give it another crack. This one’s a prequel; I talked about how I’d got used to pushing Jackie, ultimately getting her to deliver on my fantasy of her taking other lovers. But we’d started WAY back before then and I’d learned exactly how to push her buttons. This story goes right back to shortly after we’d first got together. We’d actually known each other for years, had a few casual short term things going, and always got on, so kept in touch by email, phone and yes, the odd handwritten letter (those were the days!) while carrying on our lives, both of us living and working overseas for periods.   Finally our planets aligned and we were both back in London at the same time so we arranged to meet for dinner. I honestly didn’t have any particular plan, but she arrived in the shortest skirt, and highest shoes, I had ever seen her wear in all the time I’d known her. I completely folded and was lost in lust. We’ve never looked back from that night and have been together ever since.   __________ The story here comes from a few weeks after we’d got together, when we were going to meet her mates (mostly for the first time, I’d met a couple of them).   J and her friends had this really good set up where her group of friends met up once every 2 months to do something, people taking it in turns to organize an activity. We’d go to an art gallery, or the theatre, or do something active. On this occasion it was her turn, and she wanted to organize a joke ‘school sports day’ – silly races like you used to at school, egg/spoon, sack race and the like.   So of course she roped me in to helping her! We found a decent place to do this – a picnic site with a large area of flat grass next to a wood. It had facilities like water & toilets we could use, but wasn’t too busy – ideal. So we planned the day, sent the invites, and got ourselves organized on the day.   Her mates turned up – there were about 20 of us – and we had a great time. Some silly games, some silly prizes, nice food, a couple of drinks, and the weather was perfect, maybe 26 degrees and sunny but we had the shade of the trees.   After the sports we were chatting and I was getting to know Jackie’s mates. One in particular kept finding excuses to chat with me and I was loving the attention. I’ve been blessed with the ability to instantly know if someone has the hots for me my whole life, and this girl – Natalie, a half Italian brunette stunner – was giving out all the signals.   I was amused. I’ve been a player in my time but I’m loyal and not a liar, so there was no question of doing anything, I was Jackie’s guy. Jackie soon picked up on it though and started getting jealous, so then she was pretty much stuck like glue to me for the last half hour or so, holding on to me and giving me little kisses. And I her – I wasn’t using the situation.   We saw everyone off and started packing up the last things to head home, although we kept stopping to kiss. The whole jealousy scenario had turned both of us on a bit and this was early in our relationship so, well, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.   “I can’t wait to get you home,” she said as we finished up.   I reached for her hand, pulled her to me and kissed her again. The little devil on my shoulder was saying something to me. I’ve always loved a bit of al fresco sex and I quite like a bit of exhibitionism & voyeurism. We’d talked about what each of us did or didn’t like at this stage and she wasn’t up for that, and was really very reserved in general, but our sex was great – far from vanilla. And what she said about what she thought was ‘proper’ when she wasn’t turned on didn’t seem to me to chime with how she behaved in bed when she was turned on.   I thought she might be just turned on enough by the jealousy scenario, the buzz of a couple of drinks, the great day and the lovely, cooling air of the late afternoon to not insist on waiting ‘until we got home’.   I gave her a wink.   “We’ve got all evening,” I said, “I really want you too but it’s been such a lovely day, this is such a beautiful place and the air and light is wonderful. Let’s let anticipation make it even sweeter and go for a walk in the woods to round off the day.”   I’m figuring she knew what my game was here but was happy to go along with it anyway. Which, looking back on it years later, was probably right. Like I said, the reserve she claims can melt away pretty quickly if you press the right buttons.   “Sure,” she said, ‘but not TOO long.”   She gave me a look which told me exactly what she was promising here and my cock twitched in my pants, then held out her hand which I took, and we walked hand in hand into the woods.   And it WAS beautiful, there was a slight breeze, no one around, flowers on the forest floor and the late afternoon light rippling through the trees. We kept stopping for a quick kiss and cuddle. After about 10-15 minutes we came to a beautiful small clearing.   “I think we should turn round now,’ she said, “I do have plans for this evening.”   She gave me a look with only one meaning.   “Come here,” I said, with more of a note of command, looking deep into her eyes.   She willingly stepped forward and I took her firmly in my arms and kissed her hard and ran my hand down her side, down over her hips and round to her bum. We were both wearing shorts and sneakers, I just had a polo shirt on and she a spaghetti strap top that was tight on her 38D chest. The strength of my pull of her up and into me lifted her heels off the floor. I loved using my strength with her, it turned her on, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth and kissed her even harder, eliciting a small gasp.   My shorts were not doing a great job of concealing my rapidly hardening cock and she could hardly fail to notice it as I was pulling her into me so firmly. I felt her rub against it deliberately. I kissed her neck and just under her ear which always gets her going and she purred, then reached her hand to between us and started rubbing my cock through my shorts.   “I’m really horny,” she said, “but someone might see!”   “They won’t,” I replied firmly, though frankly I didn’t care if they did or didn’t. “There’s no one for miles.”   I flicked open my own shorts and pulled her hand into my shorts and boxers and she curled her little hand round my now hard shaft and gave it a couple of strokes. I had moved my hand inside her pants too and wriggled it round to gently stroke the outside of her furry slit, feeling her part her legs slightly to give me better access.   “God I love your cock,” she breathed into my ear, “it feels so hard and yet so soft at the same time. Like an iron bar in a moleskin glove.”   She carried on feeling my shaft and then down to my balls before cupping them and rolling them in my hand, as my shorts and boxers fell to my ankles. I pulled hers down too so she could flex her hips and give me enough width to be able to slip one finger into her, and she moaned slightly.   “So thick… so hard,” she muttered.   I looked deep in her eyes. “Suck it,” I said forcefully, noticing her look around. “No one is here, no one can see. Get on your knees and get my cock in your mouth, you know you want to.”   She complied. She sank to her knees and kissed the end of my throbbing cock, then slowly licked her way down the shaft, planting kisses all the way, murmuring stuff about hard rods and soft skin as she did. She swirled her tongue round my balls.   “Suck them,” I commanded. “Suck those balls into your mouth one after the other. Feel how full of cum they are for you, imagine how it will feel when they empty in you.”   Again she complied, sucking one ball into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it, then the other. My cock was visibly throbbing at this point as I looked down at it, and looked at her pretty hand holding my shaft up so she could reach my sack, her copper curls cascading over her shoulders.   Then she moved back up the shaft to the tip. She peeled my foreskin down over my fat, mushroom helmet and licked under the edge, then formed her mouth into the perfect O and slowly took the tip of my cock into it. She pulled off a second to gather her saliva and pushed back on to me, taking the whole head this time and then sucking. Fuck she was hot and wet.   Again and again she pulled back and pushed forward, each time making her mouth as wet and wide as possible before pushing down, taking an extra inch every time. She reached down and started rubbing her clit as she sucked me, rocking back and forth. Finally I bottomed out in her mouth with about half-2/3 of my shaft buried in her. I didn’t expect her to be able to get me in her throat – I’m too thick – but it didn’t matter. On every down stroke she’d get to her limits then suck and do whatever she could with her tongue before pulling back.   She pulled off me, gasping.   “Sorry, jaw hurts,” she said, “opening so wide.”   I pulled her up and kissed her, telling her it had been fantastic. I wanted to taste her now, but couldn’t do a proper job with her legs bound together with her pants, so moved to pull them off at least one foot so I could open her legs wide.   She shook her head and pulled me up, kissed me hard, then whispered in my ear   “No… someone might come, need to pull pants up quick in a hurry if they do.”   She was turned on beyond belief though, kissing and pawing at me. I snaked my hand down to her pussy to keep her on the boil, running my fingers through her sparse pubic hair and between her soaking pussy lips. She shuddered slightly and groaned against my lips, moving her hips up and down against my finger, desperate for more.   “Let’s have a quickie,” I gasped into her ear. “No one’s here, I need you. We could. I could take you from behind, over that log.”   She was wriggling and writhing against me and looked quickly over to where I meant. There was a fallen tree with a thick trunk so I formed almost like the height of a table or desk. Then turned her head back and quickly nodded.   We both wanted to act fast. I turned her round, kissed the back of her neck with my hand still buried in her snatch as she arched against me, then pushed her over the tree. She put her hands out on to the trunk and put her arse in the air and tried to get her legs as wide as her pants would allow. Her pussy was visibly open, soaking and quivering, begging for a cock.   I positioned myself behind her and rubbed the fat head of my cock on her lips. She was mewing and trying to push back on to me. I didn’t hang about, I didn’t know how for how long her lust would overcome her reserve and I didn’t want her to change her mind. I forced my dick in to her in 3 hard thrusts. I don’t have the world’s longest cock but I have always been proud of my girth and I couldn’t get it in in one go. I knocked the breath out of her as my cock forced her wide open and I started to give her the best, deepest thrusts I could given the constraints of both of us having pants round our ankles.   She was gasping and backing on to me as I held her hips and marvelled at her gorgeous, creamy arse – classic redhead skin - and her pussy clenching at my dick as I pounded her, her arsehole winking involuntarily as I pushed and pulled her hips.   “Fucking hell yes!” she grunted. “So thick. So deep. Don’t stop.”   I had absolutely no intention of stopping but I was beginning to tire. Fucking horny though this was, it was slightly awkward. J’s only 5’2” and I had to bend my knees at a weird angle to thrust up into her, and she was trying to get on tippy toes too, so we were both struggling a bit with the position. This is why when we fuck doggy style in a standing position I always get her to keep her heels on! (well, it’s a good excuse :D)   I pulled my cock out and turned her round, kissed her deeply, then hitched her bum up in my hands, picking her whole weight up, and pushed her back on to the trunk. She realized what I was trying to do and laid back on the trunk and picked her feet up, so I was holding her in the air using the tree to take some of her weight with my hands still holding her arse up to take the rest of it.   That was better. With her feet together on my chest still held by her pants, she could open her legs wide. I moved my hips forward and speared my cock deep into her. Her eyes rolled in her head with this much deeper penetration and she let out a deep groan.   It was better for me too, I’m a simple guy most of the time and I like my cock going deep and hard in to a wet pussy. In this position I could move her hips and cunt on to my cock as I started thrusting hard into her, giving her deep long strokes. Her tits were jiggling in time with this assault and her top lost its ability to contain her left boob and it spilled out, flushed and with a gorgeous erect nipple. I’m not sure she even noticed.   We were both still feeling the urgency to make this a pretty quick fuck, given our exposed position, but both also loving the cool forest air on our half naked bodies as we coupled. The position was doing it for both of us and I could feel that familiar tingle in my balls. I knew I could come pretty quickly just by looking at something that would do it for me – her flushed face, her escaped boob, her pussy submitting to my assault, but I wanted her to come too.   She knew I was near too.   “Ahhhh, I can see your come face!” she cried in a low voice and with a wide smile, “go on, fuck me, come in me.”   She was looking me deep in the eye as I fucked her and as she said this, urging me on. I knew she was close but didn’t know if she was close enough to come.   I decided to try something. I flicked my eyes up past her head then back to her face.   “Someone’s watching us,” I hissed, my eyes wide.   Her eyes went even wider and she shook her head and her shoulders started shaking. For a moment I thought she was looking round to see, or was going to push me away, but I was wrong.   “Don’ care, don’ care, don’ care!” she cried urgently, in a voice she was trying to suppress.   “Jus’ fuck me, don’ stop, don’ stop!!”   At this point her shoulders were shaking and heaving, a massive flush spread right over her chest and up her neck, and she was grabbing my hips and arse trying to pull me harder and deeper into her. Then something amazing happened – on a particularly hard stroke her pussy just suddenly opened up and was instantly soaking, like literally 2 or 3 times wetter, and wide to the point of being completely loose even round my thick shaft.   At the same time her entrance tightened. It honestly felt like my cock was being gripped round the base by a hand that was squeezing on it, whilst my shaft and head was buried in something that was suddenly like a soaking wet football stadium. I felt a spray of her juice on my pubes and balls, whether she was actually squirting or it was just the pressure of my pounding forcing her wetness out, I didn’t know, but I didn’t fucking care to be honest. I was almost instantly ready to cum.   She was already there. Her hips and thighs started convulsing against me and she cried out.   “Unh, unh, yes, yes, YES! NOW! NOW!” she was virtually screaming.   Her hands were clawing at me, she threw her head back and shut her eyes tight and shuddered, shoulders and hips shaking as that wonderful cunt clenched then released, clenched then released, spurts of juice soaking my balls on each release as she went through a half minute or more orgasm.   I gave her one last, hard thrust and pulled her bum, forcing her on to me as deep as I could possibly go and let out a guttural groan. I looked down to the join of the root of my cock and her sparse ginger bush, and let fly. My balls jumped and twitched as I emptied myself into her. I was probably grinding away trying to get even an extra millimetre deeper, but I don’t think she was in any state to notice.   Her legs flopped apart but I held her up and held her to me – ever the gentleman! – so she didn’t hit the deck. Leaned over and kissed her and made sure she was back in the land of the living, then set her down gently once I could be sure her legs were going to hold her. My cock flopped out of her and cum and juice spewed out and dripped on the forest floor. We both looked at it, looked at each other, shrugged, and laughed. Well, giggled to be honest.   “What an amazing fuck,” I said to her, “YOU are an amazing fuck. Thank you.”   She just smiled and hugged me. We still had our pants pulled down so hurriedly pulled them up and dusted ourselves off, and furtively looked around to see if anyone was there. We were alone.   ____________ She hugged my arm on the way back to the campsite and the car. I could see there was something on her mind but she was quiet. Finally she blurted it out.   “Was there REALLY someone watching?” she asked.   “I… think so. I could have sworn I saw a face of someone hiding behind a tree,” I replied, lying. “Maybe they were wanking and got off and hid or something.”   “Hmm,” was her only response.   I could see her thinking about it. I think she knew I’d made it up. I also think she knew it had really excited her. I didn’t care if she was going to admit it or not. I’d just enjoyed one of the best sex sessions of my whole life.   We were both learning lots about our respective sexual response at that point in our relationship. I’m not sure she’d twigged yet how much of a deviant I could be, but I think she was beginning to enjoy what could happen when I pushed her out of her comfort zone. For my part I was revelling in the amazing physical response of this woman. I was no angel and had plenty of experience, but I’d never seen or felt a woman come like she did, in real life or in porn. There was absolutely nothing fake or equivocal about it, it was a totally authentic surrender to her body’s reactions.   Not that every time we had sex was like this. Like most women, she could have smaller orgasms as well as the huge releases and enjoy them if not quite as much, differently. But the really, really big ones were always heralded by that ‘wet pit’ feeling that had really taken me by surprise. Sometimes it would be on my tongue, more often from a really thorough pounding, and the extra spice.- like thinking she’d been caught – always made it happen. And it would make me come buckets too, every time.   ______________   When the whole delicacy about whether I’d been truthful had died down, I felt safe enough to tease her a bit about exhibitionism. The thing that really got me going was how when she thought someone had caught us, it had really pushed her over the edge into a massive orgasm. This was a total revelation for me as she could be a very reserved person – until her blood was up. I realised then that pushing her in this way was going to be the key.   Some switch had flicked inside her too, even though she wouldn’t talk openly about it other than the odd, very occasional sex-charged pillow talk session (that reserve again!). I noticed that every time her parents or sisters were staying over at ours, or every time we went to visit them, she’d want to fuck.   Jackie is *extremely* vocal when she fucks and especially when she comes, when we’re on our own, but she’d got to a point where it was a massive turn on for her to see if she could stay quiet enough for them not to hear and fuck anyway. I too found this hugely arousing. I swear on more than on occasion she’d let out a small cry deliberately, then try to stuff her or my hand into her mouth, or a pillow if I was taking her from behind, to get the spice of thinking her family had heard the cry and had ears pricked to see if it continued. The dirty little minx would always come like a train on these occasions.   It became a bit of a game with us, especially on holiday, to finding places we could fuck outside where we *might* get caught but might not. Or where we could possibly be spotted if people were awake and alert. I’ve lost count of the number of times I bent her over on a hotel balcony and ploughed her pussy, or we screwed with curtains and windows wide open in a high rise hotel surrounded by other tall buildings.   That’s one of the things I love so much about this woman – once you flick that switch inside her and overcome the inhibition, she’ll be open to getting revved up again with a similar situation, with *just enough* regularity to keep you guessing, keep you on the boil, and keep it fresh :-)

2 July 2025

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*For Melissa. I’m sorry I missed you*  _______ This happened a few years ago when we still lived in England.   I’d always harboured a desire to watch Jackie with another guy. She’s quite a proper girl and it takes a bit to get her out of her shell, but when she gets going she’s voracious. In the ten years we’d been together at this point I’d pushed her into quite a few things she’d initially rejected - starting with getting her into fucking outdoors where we could get caught and she was like a tigress. Then used the same pushing technique to take pictures of her, firstly boudoir shots then dirtier naked ones of her and finally my cock buried in her pussy, and her with cum on her face. Each time she’d been reluctant, needed pushing, and when she finally gave in she’d been turned on beyond belief and fucked my brains out.   I just knew sharing her was going to be like that too, but she wasn’t having any of it. To me, it was just like an extension of taking pictures. I’m super visual sexually, nothing turns me on harder than watching her lose control. Every time I penetrated her in a position where I could see her face, I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to focus on her lips parting as I entered her, or looking down to where my cock was pushing her open. I kind of figured sharing her would be like watching the woman I loved in the sexiest live action porn film possible. But she resisted all nudges. _________ One summer we were busy renovating our dining room. We love working together on stuff like this. We’d get bulk materials from the builder’s merchants but small stuff, we’d just get from the local hardware store which was owned by our mate David.   One day she came back from picking something up and mentioned ‘Jake’ had helped her.    “Who’s Jake?” I asked, not thinking anything of it.   “Oh, David’s son,” she said, “David’s put his back out and Jake has some time off so he’s minding the store.”   The next day I had to go to the store myself and saw a tallish, dark haired young guy in his mid twenties behind the counter. I introduced myself and said I was the husband of the redhead he’d met the day before. I swear I caught a slight blush.   “Oh, hello!” I thought. My superpower is knowing instantly if someone has the hots for me, or for someone else. No idea why, I was just blessed with picking up instantly on the little hints of body language. I’m quite smug about it, because it was *extremely* useful in my single years. Now I’m married, it’s still great. Gives me a lovely thrill from time to time when I meet someone and know she’s interested. I determined that the next time we went to the store, we’d go together so I could observe the body language first hand.   It was a few days later we needed some more stuff and I made sure we both went. Jake’s face lit up when she entered the shop and I pretended to look at the wood burner stoves – we did need one to finish the job – while Jackie asked him about paint. I kept stealing glances over and to me, it was 100% obvious. This young guy really wanted my gorgeous MILFy wife. He was doing his best to hide it but all the usual signs were there. This doesn’t bother me – I love it. I love my wife and think she’s gorgeous, and I love it even more when other guys want her too.   Over dinner that night I teased her about asking questions on paint she really didn’t need to – she’s done a dozen projects – because she wanted his attention, and she hotly denied doing anything of the sort.   In the end I shrugged and said “Well, you’ll always get good service off him. He fancies the pants off you”   “No way!” she shouted, batting my hand away, “I’m old enough to be his mother! Well……maybe not his mother. Maybe his aunt”. This was an exaggeration. She was about 38 at the time, not much more than a dozen years older than Jake.   “Doesn’t matter” I grinned back, “I have absolutely no doubt. Remember I’m never wrong on this stuff. You should probably milk it a bit. Always nice to be wanted, after all.”   She looked down at her plate for a second and then I realized she was trying to hide her own blush and I realized this wasn’t a one-way thing.   “Oh wow! And you like him too! Don’t deny it, it’s written all over your face!”   “No I don’t!” she claimed unconvincingly, “I mean, he’s an attractive guy, I can appreciate that, but there are lots of attractive guys. I’m not like you, I don’t look on everyone as a potential bed partner”   “You’re not convincing me,” I said, “but I think a lot of it is just you not believing he fancies you. Why don’t I show you what I mean with the signals he’s giving out? Let’s go there straight from work and we’ll see what he makes of your office attire, he hasn’t seen you in anything other than jeans yet. I bet he won’t be able to take his eyes off you. Show him a bit of leg and see how he reacts.”   She gave in. “OK. If that’s what it takes to shut you up.”   So the next day I picked her up from work and we stopped at the store on the way home. I couldn’t wait to see what Jake made of her dressed like this and I could sense her frisson of excitement too. She had just regular, slightly sexy office gear on. A dark grey pencil skirt and white blouse, stockings (she hates tights – lucky me) and modest 2-3” heels. She looks fantastic in this and knows it. J’s a petite girl, only 5’2 or so, but has unbelievably beautiful, shapely legs, full 38DD breasts and a gorgeous heart shaped arse and her office clothes really show it all off without showing it off, if you see what I mean.   As we entered the shop his eyes almost came out on stalks and he tried desperately to look away whilst still greeting us. Honestly, it was all I could do not to laugh, the whole thing looked so obvious to me. We weren’t in there long on this occasion, we didn’t need to be, just picked up a couple of rolls of tape. I let J pay. Even she picked up on it this time, she couldn’t miss him looking at her tits when he thought she wasn’t looking. Walking away from the till to the door where I held it open for her, she played up to it too, wiggling her way out of the shop. Her arse looks absolutely fantastic in this outfit and she really gave him an eyeful.   As soon as we were out of earshot we literally burst out laughing and then hugged and kissed each other   “Told you!” I said   “OK, I’ll give you this one,” she replied. “Maybe he does like me.”   “You should fuck him” I said baldly, looking her dead in the eye. “You like him, he is putty in your hands, this could be the one.”   “No, I’m not doing that. I love teasing him, but I only want to have sex with you.”   “Suit yourself, “ I said, “But you’ll always wonder what it might have been like. And I’m giving you a green light. In fact I’d love it if you did. You know I would”   And I meant every word of it. I love this woman, our marriage is solid as a rock and I knew it wasn’t going to change, whatever happened.   ___________   The summer whiled away and our renovation was coming to an end after a few more weeks. I’d hinted at her a couple of times and nudged her, but she still wasn’t budging. She did enjoy flirting heavily with him though, and more than once I caught her changing out of jeans she’d been working in, to a cute summer dress, just to go to the shop. So she knew exactly what she was doing. Poor bloke must have had bright blue balls by the end of the summer. On one occasion the flirting was especially heavy and when we got back home, she practically attacked me and ripped my clothes off. She wanted him so badly but just wasn’t going to let it happen… so frustrating!   Finally we were almost done with our project and would soon run out of excuses to keep seeing Jake so I thought I’d give it one last chance. We were lying in bed canoodling at night and I said we probably wouldn’t be seeing him any more. I could sense her disappointment, despite herself. She had been loving the attention, who wouldn’t?   She’d started gently stroking my cock (she loves the feel of how a cock can be so hard inside but velvety soft skin outside) as we talked and I was playing gently with her boobs. Her nipples were seriously erect so I knew she was turned on and started teasing her about how Jake’s cock might feel, how he might handle her tits and it was having the desired effect, her breathing was getting more rapid, so I knew I could push her a bit harder.   “How about a deal” I said, “If I can get him to come back here to our place… you fuck him.”   She didn’t say anything for what seemed like about 10 minutes but was probably only around 10 seconds.   “Maybe” she finally conceded, her lips slightly parted. We had a good night that night. I wish I could say she used his name but I know she had it in her mind as we made passionate love.    ___________   A few days later we were done and I knew it was the last chance I had. The finishing touch for the job was a new wood burner stove. Normally I’d buy from a bigger supplier but David’s shop had a few that looked good enough, if a slightly worse deal, and it seemed like an ideal last opportunity. So I went to the shop and bought one.   “No worries mate, do you want me to arrange delivery?” asked Jake when I paid the bill.   “How about I bung you 20 quid and you help me load it and unload at our place?” I said, “That way I get it quicker, you earn a drink, and we get to say thanks for all the help you’ve given us this summer.”   “Sure” he said “It’s a quiet day and I can shut up for an early lunch”   My hands were shaking. I texted Jackie.   I’m coming back from the store with a wood burner. And with Jake. Do we have a deal?   "We’ll see."   We got back to our place in a few minutes but there was no sign of Jackie. I didn’t dare to hope she might be waiting upstairs. We lugged the wood burner into its place in the fireplace. A perfect fit, it looked great. Jake looked around and complimented us on the work.   “Well, you helped plenty” I said, “how about a drink to say thanks for all your assistance?”   “Sure, a beer would be great”   I offered a toast “to finished jobs”, and we took a drink. But I was too nervous and decided to get into it pretty quickly. I looked him in the eye and went for it.   “Jake, I’ve seen you looking at my wife”   He goggled, wondering what the score was. Like, was I going to hit him? Or what? I could see him looking around for an escape route.   “No, it’s OK,” I reassured him, putting my hand on his arm, “We like it. Gives her a thrill. Well, since I pointed it out, anyway. She’s not the best at picking up the signals, but now she notices”   I smiled. “Works for me too. Gets her well revved up, and I get the benefit. Maybe she’s fantasizing about you when she fucks me, but I don’t care if that’s the result. ……Actually………I’ve always dreamed of watching her fuck someone else. But I’ve never managed to get her to go for it. Maybe you could be her – our – first? I’d love that.”   Jake couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You can’t be serious……” then looked at me, “you ARE serious… she is… beautiful. You really think?”   I nodded and said “I have no doubt… I reckon she might need your help upstairs right now, to be honest. Go on. I mean, I don’t know, but I told her we might be coming round so she’s probably found something else she needs your help with.”   He looked at me carefully, closely. Saw I wasn’t bullshitting him. Put his drink down and walked to the stairs.   “Jake, can you give me a hand with this?” I heard her call from our bedroom. I nodded urgently at him. It was everything I could do to not rush through the door with him, but this had to be their thing. To start with.   Jackie was over by the window and had turned to face Jake who’d stopped dead in his tracks. I wasn’t surprised, I’d have stopped dead too. She’d got dressed up for him. Her golden red curls were tumbling over her black silk robe, gaping just wide enough for the swell of her breasts to be visible. I couldn’t see if she had underwear on, but she sure had stockings – black - and some killer heels on. My heart somersaulted.   She inclined her head towards Jake and held out her hand “cm here” she said softly.   He walked slowly and slightly awkwardly towards her and she reached out for him, letting her robe fall open all the way. She had a lacy thong over the suspenders but nothing on top. He couldn’t help staring at her tits, just like he had when she was in her work gear.   She giggled and ran her hands over the sides of her full breasts. Cocking her head she said “Are these how you thought they would be… all those times you undressed me with your eyes through my clothes?”   “Better” his voice was thick with lust “You’re so damn beautiful”   She pulled him to her then and tipped her head back to kiss him passionately and deeply. Even in 4” heels he had a good 6 inches on her. They kissed for what seemed like minutes in front of the window. I could feel their lust for each other rising. His hand snaked inside her robe and down to her backside where he couldn’t resist pulling her into his crotch so she could feel how much he wanted her, as if it wasn’t already obvious.   His kisses moved down her neck and towards her bare breasts as her robe began to slip off her shoulders. I could see the flush on her chest and heard her gasp, then desperately rummage where their abdomens were locked together, feeling for his hardness, grasping and rubbing her hand over his cock through his jeans. She fumbled with his belt and buttons, finally getting them open as he planted a kiss on one now very erect nipple and thrusting her hand into his boxers, getting her first feel of another man’s cock since we were married.   She broke away from his increasingly desperate kisses and pulled him to the bed, falling back onto it as her robe slipped away from her completely.   He tugged his jeans down and off, and then slowly and deliberately unfastened his shirt as he stared into her blue eyes. Her eyes drank in his firm chest as he revealed it. She loves a man of some substance. He joined her on the bed and they kissed again. I was, of course, as hard as a rock seeing something I’d dreamed of for so long acting out in front of me. I mentally kicked myself for already missing some of the action but pulled my phone out and started grabbing some shots I knew would be memorable.   J was lying on her back with her legs together, her heels still on so had pushed her knees up as he kissed her from her right hand side. His hand was now moving down the inside of her left thigh as her knee was bent on the bed, then slowly over the lacy top, on to her creamy thigh and towards her honeypot.   As his fingers started to rub over the outside of the thong she let out a huge groan and let her thighs slowly flop open to give him better access. It was honestly the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I knew she wasn’t going to change her mind at this point of no return, it was like that moment when my wife willingly gave herself to another. I could literally see her pushing her mound up towards his questing fingers as he continued rubbing her pussy through her thong.   She pulled his boxers down and off so she could get to grips with his cock at last. It was a beauty – maybe a touch longer than mine and straight as a die, but a fair bit thinner. My thick 7” tool has a curve to the left in it. I knew this was going to touch different places in her. She held it in one hand while she admired it, then planted a kiss on just the tip before kissing all the way down the side of his shaft and onto his balls, then licking all the way slowly back to the tip. He shuddered at her touch.   She licked all round the head of his cock then breathed on it to give him a thrill of cold, then popped it straight back into her hot, wet mouth.   Pulling his cock out, she put her tits on either side and squeezed them together to form a tight tube then looked up through her fringe at him   “I know you like my tits” she breathed to him, “maybe you’d like to fuck them?”   He grunted his approval as she started to massage his cock with her tits, pushing them up and down his shaft so she was literally fucking his cock with her cleavage.   He then took control and rolled her over on to her back. Mounting her chest, she pushed her tits together again inviting him in and he pushed his cock eagerly between them.   She craned her neck forward so she could catch the tip of his cock in her open, wet mouth on each thrust. Before long he was shuffling himself forward, just half an inch into that hot wetness wasn’t enough and he needed more. She released her hands from pushing her tits together and reached for his bum instead, to pull his cock deeper into her mouth. It was slightly awkward but damn, it was sexy as hell. He was losing control and trying to fuck her mouth but the angles just weren’t going to work.   She pulled off him and gasped “Enough! On your back again” and then dived on him and attacked his dick again.   This time, she was in control and he could receive the full ministrations of her astounding cock sucking. She does this thing where she does a series of quick sucks in and out just on the helmet of your cock, then suddenly and without warning opens her mouth incredibly wide and plunges fast and hard down until your cockhead is bumping the back of her mouth or throat.   Every time she plunged on to him like this, I could see his balls tighten and I knew he was getting close. She felt it too, wriggling her right hand under to cup and squeeze his balls as she carried on plunging her wet mouth onto him   “Gonna… cum” he grunted loudly.   Her response was just to open her mouth wider and plunge even deeper, making it clear where she wanted him to cum. I was agog. She’s a fantastic cock sucker but it’s really rare she lets me come in her mouth, still less swallow. At the bottom of the stroke she rocked her head from side to side and I could see her suck, and that was it for him. He roared out loudly and grabbed her head as he came, trying to force his dick into her throat. I could literally see his balls convulse and his shaft throb as he pumped his cum deep into her throat. She just made humming sounds of pleasure as she slowly pulled up his shaft, sucking all the way and then making a point of swallowing deeply.   This was beyond my wildest dreams, honestly, and I don’t think I had ever been filled with more lust – or love – for my wife than seeing her give her all to another like this.   She wriggled up to meet him and they kissed again   “Fucking hell that was incredible” he said “I don’t think I’ve ever had a blowjob like that.”   She said nothing, just kissed him deeply again, no doubt he could taste his own cum on her but it didn’t put him off.   “We’re not done yet” she finally said when she broke the kiss, “at least, I hope not”   And he wasn’t. Despite having just shot his load I could see his cock stirring back to life, lengthening and stretching, such was his lust for my gorgeous wife. She noticed me looking and looked across at me as she curled her hand softly around his hardening cock.   “Well he’s younger than you honey” she said, putting me in my place and arching an eyebrow.   Then turning to him breathed huskily “want you inside me now, too horny,” and stripped off her by-now soaking thong.   He made to get up saying ‘got condoms in my wallet’ but she pushed him back down, placed a finger on his lips and shook her head.   “Nuh-uh” she whispered, “no need, can’t have kids. Don’t do this much and I want to feel your flesh. I’ll just have to trust you’re a good boy.”   The thought of a bareback fuck had brought his dick to full attention and she swung her leg over him to ride him. Lifting herself up she grabbed his dick and rubbed the head over her pussy lips to heighten the anticipation, then locked eyes with him and slowly sunk herself down onto his pole.   She eased herself up and down 2 or 3 times to open herself up with his cock, then wriggled down finally to full depth, eliciting another groan from Jake. She still had her stockings and heels on and I moved in close to get some unbelievable shots of her arse beautifully framed with her garter belt and her pussy clenching at his cock on each upward stroke before she plunged back down.   She was getting wetter and wetter, I could hear the squelching as she rode him. She threw her head back and held her tits, squeezing them together as she neared her first orgasm, letting her thighs do the work. He licked his thumb and put it to her clit but she shook her head and moved his hands to her hips. Jackie comes pretty easily from penetration and stimulating her clit too is often too much. She just wants to be fucked hard and it’ll get her off. He got the message and started pulling her hips down hard on each stroke and thrusting his cock up as hard into her as he could.   Her chest flush was rising fast and I knew she was about to come, and it came on her suddenly. “OMIGOD!” she yelled and rammed herself down on to him, grinding her pelvis on to him, as it hit her. She shuddered and lurched while rotating her hips onto his, then collapsed forward, her copper curls veiling them both as she kissed him deeply.   He was still grinding under her, trying to thrust into her but she wasn’t able to move much. He needed more so rolled her lightly over on to her back, all the while buried deep in her pussy. They kissed deeply again and she wrapped her arms round his head, wrapped her still stockinged legs round his arse and whispered something into his ear to urge him on, I couldn’t make out what.   She rotated her hips upwards to get deeper penetration and the view was incredible. From the foot of the bed I got a ringside view of his cock ploughing urgently into her trying to thrust ever deeper, something she wanted too as her legs got ever higher and wider. The sights, sounds of soaking pussy and moans, and smell of hot sweat was incredible.   He lifted her stocking clad legs up on to his shoulders with her heels pointing at the ceiling. One stocking had come unclipped and rolled halfway down and it made her look even more gorgeous, even more wanton. I knew in this position he would get the deepest possible penetration and she’d love the feel of this slimmer, longer cock really touching her deeply. She knew it too and reached for his hips, nodding urgently to him, wanting to feel him plunge her depths again.   He looked deep in her eyes, wanting to make that real connection for what his tingling balls must have told him was going to be the finale. He slowly pulled his shaft out and left just the fat helmet at her entrance. Then plunged his cock deep into her. Her eyes rolled in her head and she let out a guttural moan and gasped as she felt him go so, so deep within her.   She started urgently thrusting her hips to meet every thrust of his cock, which pounded relentlessly into her pussy, giving her his full length on every stroke. This is exactly what she loves, she wants to be properly fucked, not tickled, and I knew it would get her off again. Her chest was flushed and heaving, she held her tits out to him as if she was offering them as she started shuddering towards her – and his – second orgasm.   Her lips were parted as she started gasping and her thighs started shuddering again under his relentless assault. She jolted and tried to push him away as her orgasm hit her and she cried out, then pulled him straight back in, desparate to feel him in her depths again as her pussy clenched rhythmically on his cock.   This sent him over the edge too, “Fucking hell” he cried with eyes wide open, feeling her pussy as if it were milking him, and his thrusts got even harder and deeper.   She was nodding desperately at him and pulling at his hips, wanting his young sperm deep in her, where it belonged, in her pussy.   “Yes, yes! Spunk in me!” She shouted at him, and it absolutely finished him off.   He gave one last, desperate lunge, grabbed her legs and pulled them to him as he buried his cock right into her depths to let her have his load. He groaned deeply and once again I saw his balls contracting and root of his cock twitching as he emptied himself in her, her heels quivering and half kicking the air either side of his head. They both had their eyes tight shut with the ecstasy of their coupling.   Finally he stopped clutching her legs and let go and they flopped wide open and down, she was spent. He pulled his finally soft cock from her and rolled away, completely done himself. She was an absolute vision. Lying there with legs apart, completely and satisfyingly fucked. A dribble of Jake’s cum snaked out of her soaking pussy and down over her arse as her flushed chest heaved.   I couldn’t restrain myself. I don’t think I’ve ever been so full of lust before or since, I felt like a bull on heat. I joined her on the bed, reached for her, rolled her over and pulled her hips and arse up so she was on her hands and knees. She moaned and flopped her hand at me a bit and muttered “sore” but I was not going to be denied.   Normally I’m a reasonably considerate lover but my blood was up and there was no question about what was coming next. I was going to reclaim her, pound my sexy gorgeous slutty wife’s cunt and fill it with my seed.   We love doggy style fucking in our bedroom play, she likes to back onto me and control the pace but she was almost out for the count here, face down in the pillow and I was just going to take her. I lined up my iron hard cock with her soaked hole, took one long last look at the cum soaking her pubes, and rammed in hard in one go.   My entry knocked the air from her lungs and she almost collapsed forward, but I had a strong grip on her hips and held her upright. The feeling of her cunt on my cock was unbelievable. The hottest and wettest I had ever felt, and knowing some of that wet was another man’s cum made my cock and balls twitch.   I started pounding her hard and relentlessly from behind. My balls slapping against her clit on each hard forward thrust. Before long they were soaked in the brew of her and Jake’s juices that was dripping from her.   Amazingly she came again from this hard pounding, mewing and crying and trying despite being virtually spent to push back on me as she reached her climax.   I wasn’t going to last long. She always knows how to make me cum fast, she reached back under her and grabbed my swinging balls in her right hand, fondling them and scraping her nails on my sack, then gently squeezing like she’s squeezing the cum from me.   I honestly don’t think it was necessary but fuck, it felt good anyway. I didn’t want this fuck to ever end, but I couldn’t hold back and as my balls tightened in her hand she knew I was near and grunted ‘yes, yes, own me’ and that finished me off.   I lifted my head and roared out as I pulled her hips back on me and rammed by cock right in to her cervix then unleashed my cum in 7 or 8 hard, thick spurts. I felt like the sperm was being milked from my balls by her clutching, throbbing pussy as I filled her, as I took back my woman.   We collapsed forward on to the bed together and my shrinking cock slipped out of her very sloppy hole which opened and spewed out the loads that had been dumped in her. After a half minute breather, she kicked off her shoes and ripped off her ruined - laddered, spunky - stockings and beckoned Jake back on the bed and we snuggled either side of her in the joint afterglow. What a woman!   ___________   She fucked Jake a few more times that year, sometimes with me, sometimes without. And I always got the benefit of how much it revved her up. But none was quite so explosive and erotic as the first time.

1 July 2025

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A long time ago my wife told me of a fantasy she wanted to come true. Where basically I'd tie her to the bed, blindfold her and she wanted a random guy to come and have his way with her. I spoke to some swinging friends of ours B (wife) and M (Hubby) and they agreed to let me borrow M for the evening. The day came around and I hadn't told Jen a thing about what was happening....just that it was happening. We showered, she dressed in revealing and easily accessible lingerie and we had a few drinks to loosen us both up. We adjourned to the bedroom with 15 minutes to go and I proceeded to tie Jen up and finally put the blindfold on. Within minutes I got a text from M saying he was there, I told him to come in through the sliding door to our bedroom, but be quiet. At this stage I started working on Jen, clamps on the nipples, little vibe working her clit, talking about how her fantasy was going to happen...she was soaked as M and to my surprise B snuck into the room. M removed the vibe and slid his face into Jens soaked pussy, lapping her juices like a starving man. B came over to me, grabbed my hard cock and simply winked as she sucked it deep into her mouth. It didn't take long for Jen to moan out an orgasm, as she quivered on the bed, M and I released her legs, he slid on a condom, pushed her legs up towards her head and slammed deep in one thrust, this set Jen off again and made B reach out and furiously rub Jens already engorged clit. B also had her hand on my cock and was jerking me off to the point of cumming....then backing off. M moaned he was about to cum and I instructed him to wait while we repositioned. We untied Jen, moved her around on her back and B then lowered her smooth soaked pussy onto Jens face. Jen immediately took off the blindfold and moaned that she needed that pussy to lick and B obliged. M started to fuck Jens pussy with reckless abandon as I slipped on a condom and slid into B, the feeling of Jens tongue sliding over my shaft as I fucked B relentlessly soon had me to the point of cumming. Along with the girls furiously licking and sucking each others clits we all came together. We disentangled and shared a shower, me with B and Jen with M, we then spent the rest of the evening naked and fucking each other in the spa, the lounge, bathroom, you name it...we fucked there. After they left Jen and I discussed what had happened, overall, she was happy with the way the night panned out, but......it wasn't a random stranger. We agreed to make more plans to make it happen, but that is another story for another time.

1 July 2025

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It started with a look. Georgie walked ahead of me, hips swaying like they had a personal vendetta against every sane thought I’d ever had. Her heels clicked sharply on the polished tile floor of the lingerie section — a warning shot if ever I heard one. Stockings, black lace, and delicate silks fluttered around us, but nothing came close to the dangerous curve of her smirk when she turned and said, “Pick one. I’ll try it on… if you’re good.” Oh, I was already bad. I handed her a delicate, white lace set that looked like sin sewn into fabric — just to see how far she’d go. She disappeared into the change room, but the curtain didn’t quite shut. That was deliberate. Everything about Georgie was deliberate. “Come in,” she purred, and that was it — the last thread of control snapped. I stepped into the tiny change room and pulled the curtain shut behind me. The lighting was low, warm, golden… like a secret whispered in the dark. Georgie stood with her back to me, hair loose down her back, wearing nothing but that lace. And heels. Those fucking heels. I moved in close. My hands found her hips, sliding along the smooth curve of her waist before pulling her back against me. She gasped — soft and sharp — as my lips traced the line of her neck, then lower, nibbling down to the swell of her breast. “You’re trouble,” she breathed. “And you’re about to get fucked like it,” I growled. She turned to face me, eyes smouldering. No hesitation. I pushed her gently back against the mirror, the cold glass making her arch with a gasp. My mouth was everywhere — throat, collarbone, the edge of her lace bra — tongue teasing, teeth scraping, hands pinning her like I’d claimed her for good. She moaned when my fingers slid beneath the waistband of her thong. Slick. Hot. Ready. “Fuck, Georgie,” I groaned, voice low and raw. “You’re soaked.” “Then do something about it.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I spun her around, her hands braced against the mirror. That perfect arse in those lace briefs had me right on the edge. I pulled them down just enough, then freed myself — thick, hard, desperate. She moaned as I teased her entrance, the head of my cock sliding between her folds. When I pushed inside her, we both lost our breath. She was tight, wet heat clenching around me as I thrust deep. My hand slid up her spine, gripping her hair, pulling her back so I could whisper filth into her ear. Every movement was rougher than the last — hips slamming, breath ragged, bodies colliding in a rhythm that echoed against the glass and velvet curtain. “You wanted this,” I growled, fucking her harder, watching our reflection. “You wore those heels on purpose.” She whimpered, “I wanted you to lose control.” I did. I gripped her hips and pounded into her, deeper, faster, until I felt her legs shake — her body tightening, her breath catching as she came hard around me, biting her own knuckle to muffle the cry. I followed with a grunt, buried deep, emptying myself inside her with one final, shuddering thrust. We stood there for a moment — breathing, pulsing, wrecked. Then Georgie looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin. “So,” she said, lips curling, “what do you think of the fit?”

29 June 2025

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This is a meeting from a few years ago, while I was living in a northern Victorian town. I had been chatting to a couple online for a while from Broken Hill. In the chats, I had told that I had had a vasectomy and was tested regularly. Then at one stage, I started chatting to the husband of the couple. He told me they were planning a trip to the town I lived in and the date which was a Friday. He asked if I would like to catch up on that day, in the afternoon, as they had to go out on the Friday night they were in town. I organised the Friday off work as I had a few things to do and could meet up with them in the afternoon. Next time I chatted with the husband I let him know that it was fine. He said they would be in town about two in the afternoon and he would text me when and where to meet. The day came and I did my jobs in the morning and got ready to meet up with this couple. The husband then text me and the place to meet and time. The meeting place was a motel and he gave me the room number to go to. I was a bit curious as I was expecting a motel room, I thought it would be a coffee shop or bar for a drink and chat. I sent a text back saying I was on my way. The husband sent another text, not to knock on the door of the room but to send a text when there, and he let me into the room, and not to say anything and come into the room and get undressed. I arrived, did what was asked, and sent a text. Next thing the door of the room opened and I went into the room and he closed the door. I noticed his wife sitting on the bed with lacy bra, panties and a blindfold. I was semi-erect at the sight. I undressed as instructed and moved towards the bed. The husband lifted the wife's hand and placed it on my semi-erect cock. She started to stroke my cock. He removed her blindfold and said Happy Birthday, dear. Then the husband said he sit down and watch, and I was to please his wife for her birthday. By this time, she had my cock in her mouth, which was no longer semi-erect, it was fully hard. I took my cock from her mouth and kissed her. I started caressing her sexy body and kissing her neck and shoulders. I ran my hand between her legs, and I could feel her wetness though her lace panties. With one hand I removed her bra and still stroking her legs and teasing her pussy, started to work on one of the best set of breasts I have ever seen and her nipples where fully erect. I laid her down on the bed and lifted her ass and removed the wet panties before moving back to those breasts. I placed my hand on her wet pussy and started to caress her wetness while kissing down her body. I started to rub her clit before blowing soft breath onto her pussy before slowly tickling her clit with my tongue. I started to eating her pussy and she was about to orgasm when she stopped me and asked if she could sit on my face to be eaten. Since it was her birthday I agreed and while changing positions I notice her husband naked and stroking his cock. She lowered her pussy onto my face and continued to eat her pussy and she started to suck my cock again. Then she sat up a bit and orgasmed and a flood of pussy juices ran over my face, she tasted great. Her husband then asked if she wanted my cock inside her? To which she answered YES. I was still eating that juicy pussy and he said he get a condom. He moved over and while I was eating his wife's pussy, a mouth went onto my cock and rolled a condom onto my cock. I found out afterwards it was the husband that rolled the condom onto my cock. She climbed off my face, spun around and her husband guided my hard cock into her wet pussy. She rode me for awhile then I sat up and hugged her and with me still inside her, I rolled her onto her back. I kept thrusting into her wet pussy and she orgasmed again and I was getting close to cumming. A few more thrusts and I pulled out and removed the condom and blew a large load over her body and breasts. I kissed her and laid beside her and started to massage the cum into her breasts and body. We laid talking a bit and she grabbed hold of my cock and it was getting hard again. She said she would like my cock inside her again, and asked if I would do that for her. What was I going to say to the birthday girl but yes. She took my cock in her mouth and worked on it until hard. While she was sucking my cock I was playing with her clit and fingering her pussy. She asked for doggy once I was hard, I said I would grab a condom. Her husband said if it was OK with his wife I could fuck her bareback. I did not have to ask her as she said she wanted to feel my bare cock inside her pussy. We positioned ourselves and I entered her. Once in a rhythm, I reached around with one hand fondling one breast and the other hand I started to rub her clit. She orgasmed again, sending another flood of pussy juices over the bed. I kept thrusting into that wet pussy and I was close to cumming so I slide out of her ready to blow my load over her back. She told me to put my cock back inside her to which I replied I was about to cum. She looked at her husband and said I want you to cum inside me. I looked at her husband and he said if she wants your cum inside her fill her up. I slid my cock inside her and kept thrusting until I cum inside her pussy. After I orgasmed inside her I kept thrusting until my erection started to go down, then slowly removed my cock and she turned around and cleaned out combined juices from my cock. He husband came over and had her lay down on the bed and spread her pussy lips to see her creampie and my cum dripping out. He said I should go and shower and he when down on her creampied pussy. I headed off and had a shower. Think about what had happened while showing made me semi-erect again. I got out of the shower went back into the room to get a towel to dry off and he was fucking his wife and the sight of the made me hard again and she saw me watching them. I dried off and he finished inside his wife so now she had two loads inside her. I was fully erect and she said that I must be a horny bloke to be hard again and not to waste a good hard on and fuck her again. Her husband said go for it. I moved her to the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Opened her pussy lips to see one whipped creampie and a fresh load of her husband dripping out. I entered her super wet creamy pussy and fucked her. She orgasmed again and then I unloaded another load inside of her pussy. I pulled out and again she sucked my cock clean while I rubbed her cum filled pussy. Once she finished cleaning my cock I got dressed. I kissed her and said happy birthday and said hope you enjoyed your present. She said she did. We meet up a few more times after that when they were in town, they were great company and we had great times.

28 June 2025

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The public pool was chaos — school holidays, a heatwave, and the place packed to the gills. Families everywhere. Lifeguards barking orders. The wet slap of feet on concrete echoing nonstop. But behind the change room door? That was another world entirely. She’d slipped me a look earlier — over the top of her sunglasses, blonde hair tied up in a messy bun, tits nearly spilling out of her black one-piece like they were trying to cause a riot. Curvy, wet, and every inch built for trouble. She mouthed just one word: Now. I followed her like a man hypnotised. The change room was humid, damp, and echoing. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The smell of chlorine mixed with cheap body spray and something darker: anticipation. She dragged me into the furthest stall, slammed the door shut, and pushed me against the cold tiled wall. “You’ve been staring all day,” she hissed, breath hot against his mouth. “About time you put that tongue to better use.” Her swimsuit had a zip — front and centre. She pulled it down slowly, letting her massive tits bounce free like they’d been caged too long. They were glistening with pool water… or maybe sweat. I didn’t care. I dropped to my knees like a worshipper at an altar. She moaned — loud. Reckless. The echo made it worse. Or better. Either way, neither of us were stopping. She sat on the little bench in the stall, spread her thick thighs, and pulled him in by the hair. I devoured her like a man starved — hands clutching her soft flesh, lips working like his life depended on it. “That’s it,” she panted. “Right there, fuck — yes!” The splash of a mop bucket outside made us freeze. A cleaner passed by, whistling. Didn’t even pause. The moment they were gone, she yanked me up, flipped me around, and dropped to her knees. Her mouth found me through my swimmers — biting, licking, tugging — until I was shaking against the stall wall, one hand gripping the door for dear life, the other fisting her hair as she swallowed me whole. i couldn’t last. Not with that view — her tits pressed together, eyes locked on mine, dripping from the pool and soaked now from me too. When she finally stood, she didn’t even pull the swimsuit back up. Just turned, bent over the bench, and looked at me over her shoulder. “You better be quick, lover. I think the swim school’s about to start.” I buried myself inside her in one filthy thrust. The sound was obscene — wet, raw, desperate. Her ass bounced back against me, every stroke deeper, harder, faster. The stall shook. The bench squeaked. Her moans were muffled by her hand — barely. “You gonna fill me up?” she growled, breath hitching. “Leave me dripping when the mums walk in?” I growled something unintelligible and came with a shudder, still pumping into her, holding her hips like I never wanted to let go. When it was over, she fixed her hair, zipped up — tits still slightly visible — and winked. “Swim’s over,” she whispered. “Better towel off.” I just leaned against the wall, panting, spent, and soaked.

28 June 2025

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I hop off the plane, I’m away from ‘my life’ for a few days. Although working, I’m not near my work. I am known widely at home for the work I do, so who I am is already predetermined. I go and collect my luggage, looking around at strangers that have no idea who I am or who I should be. I get in the taxi and head to the hotel. I do the usual unpacking then remove the zipped bag from my suitcase. I find a drawer in the cupboard and remove some toys, and underwear. I remove my dildo, butt plugs, lube and a fake pussy just to name a few. I head to the shower and wash my travel off my body, my cock going hard with the thoughts of able to live my life. I think about what the night will bring as I have been speaking to him for the past few months, organising this business trip meet up when I first seen his profile. I dry myself and take myself to the bed, looking over at the naughty corner with my toys awaiting and send him a message. I let him know I have an amazing room, and look forward to meeting him. Thought get the better of me and head to get some toys. I touch my cock and it gets hard. I grab the lube, plug and dildo and place them within reach on the bed. I lube up my arse thinking of having it touched later that evening and slide my fingers in. Fingers are then replaced by my dildo, oh I have been waiting for the feeling of my arse stretched. I take a quick pic and send it to my booty call to show him what to look forward to. I remove the dildo and replace it with a plug, keeping my arse slightly stretched and lubed. I go back over to the cupboard and get the fake pussy. I lick the rubber pussy before I add some lube and fuck in with the dildo. I rest my head near the pussy, hearing the wet sliding motion of the dildo fucking the pussy. The dildo slides out of the pussy and slides into my mouth. I repeat this many times. I love the idea of watching a pussy stretched by a cock and sucking the juices from the cock. My cock is leaking precum, so I gather it and wipe on the pussy lips. I bring the pussy to my mouth and lap the wet pussy with my tongue, licking the lube and precum from it. I lay back on my back and remove my butt plug, this is replaced by the dildo and I begin to fuck myself. I finish licking the pussy and then use my fresh precum to lube up the pussy and slide my cock in. I am in the middle of a MMF and imagine how it would be to pursue this lifestyle more frequently than just on holidays. It doesn’t take long until my arse tightens on the dildo and my breathing increases in pace. I take my hand from the dildo and both hands grab the pussy as I release my load of hot cum inside of it. I lay there for a few seconds thinking about tonight and feel guilty that I can only offer him a now smaller load. I remove my cock from the pussy with a pop and bring it over my face. The smell of hot cum unlocks my hidden desire and a bring the pussy to my face. The smell is strong and the taste is delicious. I squeeze the pussy to ensure the creampie is dripping out and I use my tongue to lick it clean. I lay on the bed thinking how much stronger the smell of sex will be tonight when I can let myself be me - bisexual.

28 June 2025

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They met in passing. A glance. A smirk. A whisper of something filthy shared between strangers. She was a blonde bombshell — a BBW with God-tier tits that looked like they needed a warning sign. Every step she took was a temptation. Her tight skirt hugged her wide hips like sin made flesh, and her blouse — low-cut and criminal — struggled to hold her in. Every man in the building looked. None had the balls to do what he was about to. They didn’t even make it to her flat. They barely made it off the landing before he shoved her against the wall of the emergency stairwell — concrete, cold, and echoing. “You filthy little tease,” he growled, hand already up her skirt. “You knew exactly what you were doing wearing this.” “No panties,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. “Thought I’d save you the trouble.” She was drenched. He spun her around, palms flat against the wall, ass out, skirt bunched at her waist — that thick, round backside begging to be ruined. And her tits? They were hanging heavy, pulled out of her top by his greedy hands and swaying with every hungry thrust he was just seconds from unleashing. The first spank echoed down the stairwell like a gunshot. She whimpered — then giggled. That filthy, shameless giggle that made his cock twitch like a loaded weapon. He dropped his pants just enough, then grabbed her by the hips and drove into her like a man starved. No teasing. No gentle build-up. Just raw, primal hunger. She yelped, hands slamming against the wall, then pushed back harder. Her thighs slapped against his, her moans bouncing off the concrete as he pounded her in rhythm with the beat of his own filth-fueled lust. Anyone could walk by. Someone was coming down the stairs. She didn’t care. She got louder. He grunted, one hand wrapped tight in her blonde hair, the other slapping her ass again just to hear her squeal. Her fat, juicy tits bounced with every movement, a perfect hypnotic rhythm that nearly made him explode on sight. She came hard — thighs shaking, breathless, nails scratching the paint off the wall. But he wasn’t done. He spun her, lifted one thick leg up onto the railing, and slid back inside — deeper this time. The stairwell echoed with skin-on-skin, the vulgar slap of bodies colliding, and her filthy, wanton cries. She looked him in the eyes as she bit down on her own fingers, those massive tits heaving, sweat beading between them. “You going to finish on me? In me? All over these stairs so someone steps in it later?” He didn’t answer. Just growled, buried himself to the hilt, and gave her everything. When it was over, she was ruined — makeup smeared, hair wild, skirt torn, and a puddle of sweat and other things glistening on the concrete below. She smiled, chest still heaving. “Next time… elevator?” He zipped up, slapped her arse one more time, and smirked. “Next time I won’t be so gentle.”

27 June 2025

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I was having dream the other night. Most of my dreams aren’t of the wet variety but this one was. Judging by the view out the window, it was set in Spain or Portugal I think. I have never been to either country so my impressions must have been motion picture based. In this dream, I was ushered into a very basic hotel room (possibly in a back packer or very cheap hostel) by a woman (who seemed to be the manager or at least running the place at the time) in a really peasant style dress with a full length apron covering it. If she had had her hair in rollers covered by a scarf it would have completed the image, but she didn’t from memory. Nothing was said, which seems to be the norm for dreams, or mine at least. She left and I surveyed my surroundings. There was sort of a view between the adjacent old “Portugal” style buildings. The internal walls were starkly bare, white wash looking, roughly plastered or stuccoed and there was no bathroom but a shower recess that opened directly into the room, only enclosed by one fixed and the other sliding frosted glass door. I must have been unpacking or something when the woman returned and brought with her another woman. This other woman strongly resembled a woman I had seen for some time working in the local supermarket in real life. She must be ten to fifteen years younger than me, quite short or tiny at about five foot. I am 190cm or 6’ 3”. The woman in the supermarket is so friendly. I had spoken to her few times in the course of scanning my groceries and had had many wanks afterwards when I got home to the thought of rooting her, (say out in the storeroom of the supermarket until I collapsed from exhaustion), over the weeks and months of attending that supermarket. And they say sex doesn’t sell! Anyway, back to the dream, it seemed to be explained to me (still no words in my dream) by the manager that my shower enclosure was a shared one and that the other woman was going to have a shower. I seemed to acknowledge that and returned to my unpacking. I heard the shower water running and the shower sliding door closed. I turned to review the shower and my fellow traveller indulging in her shower. As I stood there perving, through the frosted, steamed up glass, I could make out the curves of her buns, smallish to average tits and her shapely female figure in general. Granted, I should have been paying attention to my own business, but hey, this was, as it turned out, my “horny” dream. Had it been real life, I would have had my dick out and been pulling myself as I perved on at this horny little woman in the shower. However, in my dream I can’t remember having my tool in my hand and so I just stared on, intrigued. When she turned around I could make out through the frosted glass, a triangle of dark, black pubic hair between her legs, contrasting against her alabaster white skin and relished how, after she finished soaping her belly and thighs she opened her legs bow legged style to drive her hand and the cake of soap up between her legs, soaping up her, perineum and the lips of her vulva, the pubic hair frothing up the soap that splashed onto the surface of the shower recess glass before it ran down ever so slowly. Reminiscent somewhat of cum and how it runs down the inside of the shower recess glass slowly after I explode, when I have a shower wank. My curiosity and randiness eventually overcame me and I advanced to the shower recess door and slowly slid it open. The little person, gasped in surprise and tried in vain to cover her bits, before quickly sliding shut the glass door. If this had been real life I am sure there would have been a broadside of abusive and indignant words, but once again due to it being a dream, there was just silence. A few seconds passed and after curiosity got the better of her, she slowly slid the door open again and stood there full frontal, still holding an arm across her tits, the hand on door duty was the one that had been covering her black thick thatch of pubic hair. As I stared down, the water washed through the thatch, the white soapy bubbles thinning out and streaming down her legs. Why is it that women’s bodies are so intriguing to guys? Guys are pathetic! They’re entranced by things that are really just meat… albeit nicely shaped meat. The shower water washed down over pubic hair that was no longer lush and bush like but now fairly short to non existent. The next time I blinked the vulva lips were completely bald and succulent framed as I said by her lovely full white skinned thighs. The look on her face was one that said “well, what are you going to do now?” coupled with a slight apprehension. I leant forward and felt as much of her that I could access, arriving at her belly before letting my hand explore further down until I felt her thigh. She invitingly parted her vulva lips and I slipped a finger between them and massaged her clit for some time before sliding it into her wet warm slippery hole, fingering her as the warm shower water ran down over her tits and down onto my hand and her vagina. I took a handful of her vagina and squeezed it again and again as she held my arm in place lest I stop pleasuring her. At some point I bent over down at vagina level and made a very close inspection of the plump roundness her lovely lips, kissing their exquisite plumpness and tonguing the slit until returning my finger to massage her clit and penetrate her hole, watching as the lips closed in around my finger as it coursed up and down in its deliciously slippery little trench. The dream switched abruptly at that point and she was out of the shower and fully dressed. She was dressed in skin tight top and leggings. I was standing beside her and she was looking straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to my presence, as if she was staring out the window as I used her body for my pleasure this time. I had a hand on her knickerless, lycra clad camel toe and I was running a finger tip up and down in the crack and over the round silky texture, exciting myself. This time it was my turn to be naked. My tool was hard and standing up as I took it in hand. I placed it against the side of her thigh and dry humped the side of her lycra clad leg, alternating between feeling her camel toe and feeling up a tit with one hand as I held her waist with the other for support, pulling her to me, as I humped away for all I was worth, sliding my tool up and down over the smooth, shiny material. The knob or shaft of my tool didn’t seem to be suffering from lack of lubrication (it was a dream after all) and I seemed to blow effortlessly (not usually the case. There is usually a lot of grunting and vocal release or grunting) shortly after, shooting multiple (also not the usual case) jets of my hot white jism over the side of her black (I think it was specifically black or very dark coloured as the white jism stood out so vividly against it), lycra covered thigh, rubbing it in with the knob, trying to make as much mess as possible I suppose. Sort of marking my territory like a randy dog. I must have woken up about then as I can’t remember anything else except that I had to wipe my fully awake knob of the pre-cum that was by now saturating my PJs.

26 June 2025

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Mary and I have just had our 5th wedding anniversary. With no children, we had decided to give ourselves a real treat. We booked a cruise. Not just trip but the best that money could buy. Ten days in the South Pacific with one of the best cruise lines, a luxury state-room (no cabins for us) and all the first class trimmings that were on offer. We have a great sex life. Our lovemaking was just getting better all the time. The passion of our first night together has only increased as the years go on. Somehow, we clicked in every department possible. We are totally in love and everything we seem to do fitted in with each other. If this is heaven, we are both here. On night 3 of our cruise, we were invited to the Captains’ table. There were eight of us at the table this night, 3 couples, the Captain and a woman sitting opposite us, so stunning that Mary and I commented quietly to each about her attractiveness and beauty. When she sat down, we introduced ourselves to her and the other 3 couples. She called herself Anna. We figured she was about 30 years old. I had a terrible time, during our meal, to stop myself just staring at her and making a fool of myself. Mary also seemed to be having problems keeping her eyes off her too. Our conversations between the other guests mainly revolved around the trip we were on and small talk about our families and where we were from. After the main course and before our sweets, while the band was playing, the captain invited Anna to dance. As they got up to dance, the rest of the table got up to dance as well. At the end of the first tune, the Captain came over to Mary and I and asked to swap partners. Mary said yes and as the next song started, Anna and I began to dance. The song they were playing was a bit slow so taking advantage of the situation, I put my arm around Anna, drew her in close to me and indulged in the sweet perfume of her body as we began smooth movements across the dance floor. Our bodies sort of melted together as we danced. Her perfume invaded my nose as we held each other close. Anna commented on how well we moved together and I answered that she and I must have something special. I could feel the adrenaline rise in my chest as my heart began a rhythm of its own. On arriving back at out table for sweets, Anna said she wanted to “powder” her nose and asked Mary to join her – you know… that woman thing. When they returned, Mary looked a little flushed. I asked her was anything the matter and all she said was something about Anna complimenting her on her beauty and her body and that she was such an attractive woman. I reminded her that many people have said the same thing so I asked why? What was different this time? She said that the each time Anna said something about her “she touched my hand or my arm” and her touch tingled! It made me feel really strange inside. “My tummy tightened a little each time and and it felt like my heart skipped a beat” she said. She said it was a strange and odd feeling and it stirred something unknown deep within her. I jokingly asked if she was going “gay” for the night. The stern look I got told me to discontinue with that little gem of an observation. As the evening wore on, the Captain and couple by couple, the others excused themselves until there was just Anna, Mary and myself at the table. We all wandered off to a bar and had a drink, played a few hands at the tables and we finally said to Anna that we were off to our room. She asked which cabin we were in and Mary told her we were in one of the state-rooms. Anna gasped… So am I! So the three of us, Anna and Mary with their arms hooked to mine, walked toward our rooms. We arrived at Anna’s room first and she announced “this is my room”. We stopped and exchanged ideas that we might meet up tomorrow. Anna then turned to me, drew her face up to my face, like a European kiss, and whispered “I want to fuck Mary”, then pulled slightly away before bringing her face and mouth to my other ear and whispered “and then I want you to fuck me”. What did she just say? I stood there stunned… She drew away from me slightly then brought her mouth to mine and as our lips met, she thrust her tongue into my mouth and so began a deep kiss that lasted about 5 seconds – an eternity - before I remembered that Mary was standing inches away watching the whole thing. Anna quickly let go of me and as she turned towards Mary, I saw Mary looking at me just as stunned as I was. Eyes and mouth both wide open and a bewildered look on her face. Anna put a hand on each of Mary’s hips and repeated her European kiss routine with Mary. I could not hear but she whispered something to Mary, swapped sides and whispered something in her other ear, just as she had done with me. Momentarily, I saw Mary’s eyes open wide again before Anna kissed her full on her still open mouth. As she kissed her, her arms slid off Mary’s hips and encircled her body, holding her very close to her. My 7 inches was starting to take shape, watching as this kiss went on for what seemed like about 30 seconds! What the hell am I seeing? Their faces inched apart and for a few seconds as the girls just looked at each other and then their lips locked together again. Mary’s arms wrapped themselves around Anna and this kiss lasted at least a minute. It was my turn to be stunned. While they were kissing, my head was screaming at me. Did Anna say the same to Mary as she did to me? Mary isn’t lesbian or even bi-sexual, never kissed another woman yet look her kissing Anna. When their lips parted this time Anna said to Mary “So”? Mary looked at me, then Anna, then me again before looking straight into Anna’s eyes and say “Yes”. Yes what? Anna opened her door and the two girls stepped inside the door. Anna turned to me and said “Are you coming”? Not just yet I thought but hopefully I will be soon and perhaps all of us will be coming soon. I followed them into the room and closed and locked the door. Now I know what it means, when one woman looks into the eyes of another and says “yes”…

26 June 2025

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I knew she was trouble the moment she slid into the seat beside me—tight jeans, leather jacket, and that cascading fire of red hair catching flickers of screen light like it had secrets to whisper. She said nothing. Didn’t have to. The slow, deliberate crossing of her legs… the ghost of a smirk as her thigh brushed mine… told me she wasn’t here for the movie. The trailers were still rolling when I felt her hand—cool fingers grazing my thigh, casual at first… then deliberate. I turned, catching her eye. She didn’t blink. Didn’t smile. She just leaned in and whispered, “Don’t make a sound.” Fuck. I was rock hard before the opening credits even started. Her fingers worked with slow, sinful precision, unzipping me with all the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. She freed me—barely concealed by the theatre’s shadows—and slid her hand around me, soft but firm, stroking with maddening control. I clenched my jaw, every nerve on fire as her thumb teased the tip, spreading that first bead of slickness like she owned it. Then she shifted. Turned slightly. Her head dipped low—just enough that her breath, warm and wicked, danced across my skin. Her hair spilled across my lap like fire in the dark. And then she took me. Warm. Wet. Merciless. Sinking down until her lips met her fist and I was buried in the mouth of a goddess with no shame and zero regard for anyone in the rows behind us. I gripped the armrest hard enough to leave dents. Her tongue swirled with devastating rhythm—slow… then fast… then maddeningly slow again, until I was shaking, staring at the screen without seeing a damn thing. “Almost,” she murmured, looking up, lips slick and wicked. She pulled back just before I lost control… tucked me away like a filthy little secret, and leaned in one last time. “You’ll finish,” she whispered, biting my earlobe, “but not here… I want to taste every drop when I’m riding your face later.” Then she stood, walked up the aisle without a glance back, hips swaying like a challenge. And I just sat there—breathless, hard, and completely ruined in Row H, Seat 13.

26 June 2025

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The lounge is a haze of sultry jazz and dim lights, but my eyes are locked on Elena and Marcus in the corner, their bodies screaming sex even from across the room. Elena’s tight emerald dress hugs her tits and ass like it’s painted on, her auburn hair begging to be pulled. Marcus, with his chiseled jaw and smoldering brown eyes, looks like he could fuck me into next week with one glance. We’d flirted hard at that gallery opening weeks ago, their dirty texts about wanting a third—me—making my cock throb every time my phone buzzed. Tonight’s the night we make it real. Elena catches my stare and smirks, her lips wet and inviting. Marcus tilts his head, signaling me over. I grab my whiskey, my dick already twitching as I weave through the crowd to their table. “Fuck, you showed,” Elena purrs, her voice dripping with sin as she pats the chair next to her. “Sit that fine ass down.” I slide in, the air crackling with raw want. Marcus leans forward, his hand brushing mine as he hands me a drink. “Been thinking about you,” he says, his voice low and rough, like he’s already imagining me naked. Elena’s thigh presses against mine under the table, her fingers grazing my knee, creeping higher, teasing. “You as horny as we are?” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “Fuck yeah,” I mutter, my voice thick, my cock straining against my jeans. Her hand slides up, brushing my bulge, and I bite back a groan. Marcus watches, his eyes glinting with hunger, like he’s ready to devour us both. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” he growls, tossing cash on the table. My blood’s pounding as we head out, their hands brushing my back, my ass, promising filth. --- Their apartment’s a fucking sex den—soft lights, plush rugs, and a big ol sexy vibe that screams “get fucked.” Marcus pours us whiskey, but we’re past pretending. Elena kicks off her heels, her dress riding up to show off that gorgeous skin. She sways to the dirty beat of the music, her eyes daring me to make a move. “You gonna stand there or come fuck with me?” she taunts, running her hands over her tits. I’m on her in a second, my hands gripping her hips as I crush my mouth to hers. Her lips are wet, sloppy, tasting like wine and sin, her tongue fucking mine like she’s starving. She grinds against my cock, moaning into my mouth. Marcus steps up, his hard chest pressing against her back, his hands sliding under her dress to grab her ass. “Look at you, already so fucking hard,” he murmurs, his eyes on me, his voice making my dick leak. Elena pulls back, her lips swollen, and smirks at Marcus. “I want his cock,” she says, blunt as hell, her hand palming me through my jeans. I groan, and Marcus chuckles, dark and dirty. “Get over here, then,” he says to me, yanking me close. His mouth crashes into mine, rough and hungry, his stubble scraping my jaw as his tongue takes control. Elena’s hands are on my belt, tugging it open, her fingers diving in to wrap around my throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re big,” she moans, stroking me slow and tight. We stumble to the bedroom, clothes hitting the floor like they’re on fire. Elena’s dress is gone, her tits bouncing, her pussy glistening under the soft light. Marcus is ripped, his cock hard and thick, straining toward us. I shove Elena onto the bed, her legs spreading wide, her cunt begging for attention. “Eat me,” she demands, grabbing my hair, pulling me down. I dive in, my tongue lapping at her wet folds, her clit swollen and pulsing. She bucks against my face, cursing and moaning, her taste driving me wild. Marcus kneels behind me, his hands spreading my ass, his breath hot against my skin. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he growls, his tongue teasing my hole, sending shocks through me. I groan into Elena’s pussy, her thighs clamping around my head as she screams, “Fuck, yes, don’t stop!” Marcus’s fingers slick with lube slide into me, stretching me, making my cock drip onto the sheets. Elena pulls me up, her eyes wild. “I need you inside me,” she pants, guiding my cock to her soaked entrance. I thrust in, her tight heat gripping me, her nails raking my back. “Fuck me hard,” she begs, and I do, pounding into her, her tits bouncing with every slam. Marcus moves behind me, his cock pressing against my ass, slick and ready. “You want this?” he asks, voice rough. “Fuck yes,” I grunt, and he pushes in, slow at first, then deeper, filling me till I’m seeing stars. The three of us move like animals—me fucking Elena’s dripping cunt, Marcus railing my ass, our groans and curses filling the room. Elena’s pussy clenches around me as she comes, screaming my name, her juices soaking us. Marcus grips my hips, his thrusts brutal and perfect, and I’m lost, my cock exploding inside Elena as he unloads in me, hot and deep. We collapse, sweaty and spent, tangled in each other, the air thick with sex and satisfaction. Elena grins, tracing a finger down my chest. “Round two?” she teases, and my cock twitches.

25 June 2025

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This was a conversation I had with a lovely lady... she calls me Daddy ;) A boring chilly Sunday afternoon, sitting on the lounge with a book with my husband my mind kept wandering to our afternoon together Daddy. I got up and walked over to the air conditioning control and turned it up a few degrees then into the bedroom I undressed and put on my red lingerie set fishnet patches with gold clasps, push up bra, suspender belt with garters and G-string, strategically I place the G-string on last over the suspenders and garters as I know he loves me in them and my plan was for my G-string to not stay on too long. I opened our wardrobe draw and selected my purple cock shaped dildo and some lube placed them on the dresser next to me as I sat down in front of my make mirror, pulled my hair into a high pony tail, fixed my lipstick and eyes I stood up and wiggled my ass in the mirror smiled to myself and went back to my wardrobe I took out my black patent heels and my black collar I checked myself in the mirror with my hair and make up my lingerie, collar and heels mmmmm time for some fun. The sound of my heels on the floorboards as I walked into the carpeted lounge room holding my dildo and lube in my lingerie and heels made my husband look up from his book a cheeky smile immediately crossed his face. I knelt down on my knees in front of him kissed him and whispered “ I’m horny I need cock” I felt his hands on my body as we kissed and I tugged on his pants “take them off” I ordered and he stood up and procced to get naked and sat back down on the lounge his cock already getting hard as I reached out and began to play with it, “what’s got you so horny my little slut” my husband asked between kissing my neck and lips. “Zam Daddy” I can’t stop thinking about what I did for him I felt his strong hand come up and loop his fingers in my collar he pulled me up straight on my knees, you came hard for Daddy “yes sir” I answered “my wife is such a slut isn’t she “ again “yes sir” I answered he pulled my face down his now rock hard cock “tell me what you did” he ordered as I began to lick and kiss his cock. In between sucking his cock, I told him how you had me naked then got me so wet and pushed me onto your bed, smacked my bottom then rolled me over onto my back and slip me forward until my head was off your bed. I could taste my husband’s precum as I knelt before him sucking him and describing how you procced to guide your cock into my mouth as I lay my back Daddy and you told me you were going to fuck my face as you were pushing into the limits of my mouth and throat, how my hands immediately went to my tits and pussy as you pushed your cock in deeper My husband got up and pushed me forward, so I was now on my knees bent over the lounge cushion, “keep talking slut” tell me what your Daddy did to you as he smacked my bottom and removed my G-string. I told him how you leant over me with your cock in my mouth, pushed my hands away and began working your fingers into my smooth little pussy as u fucked my mouth between me gasping. My husband pushed the lubed purple dildo against my pussy as I continued to tell him about our adventure. I felt the coldness of the dildo and the lube but I ached for it and pushed back and felt the size stretch into me, I told him how you spat on my pussy and worked 3 of your strong fingers into me as you fucked my face, my husband fucked me hard with my dildo pushing my body forward my arms spread out across the lounge and my little bottom up as he smacked it and pushed Daddy's purple dildo cock deeper and harder into me “u want your Daddy's cock don’t you slut” it was all too much I grabbed my breast and squeezed it as I pushed back and came hard moaning loudly into the lounge at the fucking my husband was giving me with the dildo all I was thinking of was your cock, I was thinking of you fucking my face I was thinking how horny I was I was Cumming so hard! Once id finished I felt my husband slide the dildo out of me he kissed me and brought your purple tool to my face” be a good girl and clean Daddy's cock” I opened my mouth and hungrily devoured my juices and lube from it he rubbed it over my face as I tried to take it in my mouth “oh fuc you’re a slut” he said as he smacked my bottom again. “You love sucking Daddy's cock in front of me don’t you slut” my hand slipped down between my legs, and I began to rub as his dirty talk took control of me. I felt his fingers in the loop of my collar and he pulled me forward onto the dildo I gagged, “yeah is that what Daddy did to you” then again gagging again "ohh fuck", I grabbed his arm and pushed him back for breath as my fingers hit the spot and I came and came throwing my head and body back instinctively. On my knees upright now I leant back a little and rubbed my tits as I looked at my husband with a cheeky smile, he kissed me “I’m sorry sir I love being a cock whore” I gasped to him “you're beautiful” he whispered to me my body fucked, bottom red, lube everywhere make up running, lingerie in dishevel over my body. He got up and grabbed some cushions off the lounge then guided me to spread my legs a little more on my knees I felt him placing the cushions between my legs and guiding me back I felt the purple Dildo and he slide it back into my well used pussy. “Keep your Daddy inside u” he ordered I nodded my head. He walked around in front of me and knelt on the lounge his cock was raging hard I could see precum dripping, I leant forward to devour it he caught me holding me by my chin, he knelt down to kiss me “where did Daddy cum” he asked he pushed me back a little so I was upright again on Daddy's purple dildo cock I wiggled down on it and rubbed my tits as I told him I described myself laying on my back on your bed as you Daddy were fucking my face forcing your fingers into me making me cum, the feeling of the vibrator wand being placed on my pussy making me moan and ache and cum again and then Daddy throbbing feeling u start to throb in my mouth “I’m going to make you Daddy's little cum slut” you announced as you pulled out of my mouth and jerked your hard cock above me the excitement as your hot cum started hitting me all over my face, my hair my wanting open mouth, tongue. My husband’s cock was so hard as he grabbed my head and pulled me down my mouth engulfing his hardness his precum tasting so good I felt a shudder through my body down to my pussy full of your purple manhood Daddy, I imagined you behind me thrusting into me Daddy as I sucked hard on my husband cock, the filth he was saying to me as I sucked him excited and ached me to want more as I ground myself down on the pillows for you to be deeper being used between you both my husband and my Daddy oh fuck oh fuck I’m Cumming again I leant up gasping my husband grabbed my hair and held me as he jerked his cock furiously I came again on your purple cock Daddy as he squirted his cum all over me my face my mouth my tits even my thighs it was everywhere. I collapsed back onto the lounge room floor panting. He came over and knelt next to me feeding me his cock telling me clean it tasting the last drops of his cum as he rubbed it over my face “your such a beautiful cum slut babe” he whisper to me as he ran a finger though his cum on my cheek and placed it into my mouth. I felt your purple dildo cock pop out of me and rest against my thigh and the cushions mmmmmmm I’m a mess I thought but OMFG what a fun horny mess that was sharing our adventure with my husband thank you Zam Daddy, I hope I made you proud xxxx

24 June 2025

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I came across an older woman who was incredibly attractive, and after exchanging a few messages, we discovered we were both looking for the same thing. We decided to meet for lunch at a pub in Rundle Mall to see if we clicked. On the day, we strolled around the mall, chatting about our lives. After a bit, we headed to the pub, ordered drinks, and found a secluded corner to sit. As we talked, the atmosphere became flirtatious. She began sharing some sexy naked photos, and I did the same, noticing her growing interest. Things escalated quickly, and we started touching each other discreetly. When a few people approached, we paused, but the chemistry was undeniable. Soon, we were kissing passionately, ignoring the people around us. After a while, we decided to leave the pub. I offered to drive her home, and she agreed happily. Once we reached my car, she pulled me in for a deep tongue kiss, and we couldn't help but touch each other, even with people passing by. She couldn’t take me home — she lived with her mum — so she directed me to a quiet car park near her place. The drive there was filled with teasing: her hand sliding over my hard cock, playful squeezes, kisses at every red light, her voice whispering how much she wanted me. When we arrived, it was dark and raining heavily. We moved to the back seat, where things got even steamy. I explored her body, every curve and detail, her soft moans guiding my touch. She was warm, wet, and ready. My fingers slid inside her as she sat above me, while kissing each other. She was grinding against my hard cock, and when she asked me to take her, I didn’t hesitate. I reached for a condom from the dash as she undressed fully, looking at me with lust. She started riding me passionately. I could sense her nearing her climax, and within a few minutes, she came, but I was still ready to continue. But we weren’t finished — not even close. I laid her down and started fucking her in missionary, as we moved together in sync. When I asked where she wanted me to finish, she whispered she wanted it inside. Although I had never done that before, I agreed. I removed the condom and continued, and after a few intense minutes, I climaxed, filling her up with my cum — weeks of pent-up cum went inside her out and some spilling out on the car seat as we just took a deep breath. Despite the cold outside, the car was steamy, and I had to turn on the AC for some relief. We took a moment to collect ourselves before getting dressed. Her mom was calling, reminding her it was time for dinner, so we hurried to her home. As we arrived, we exchanged smiles and numbers, excited to plan our next adventure together.

23 June 2025

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The morning air in June was thick with humidity. China in summer had a way of clinging to the skin, making everything feel ripe, slow, and suspended in time. I had the fan going, and the balcony doors open, but the heat was stubborn — the kind of heat that begged for bare skin. She arrived just after nine. No classes that day, just a quiet stretch of hours that neither of us planned to waste. She wore a thin cotton dress, damp at the collar from the walk. Her silver hair was swept up, but tendrils had escaped, curling at her temples. She looked... radiant, flushed and powerful, even before a word was said. “I brought oil,” she murmured as she stepped inside. She set the small vial on the table — dark glass, unmarked, filled with a golden liquid that smelled faintly of spice and something floral. “Ylang-ylang, sandalwood, rose,” she said, slipping out of her dress with one smooth motion. “Tantric blend. Stimulates the senses. Opens the body.” I stood there, shirtless already, heat prickling at my spine. She lay down on my futon, draped in just a linen sheet, the curve of her hip peeking through, back arched ever so slightly. I knelt beside her, hands slick with the warm oil I’d rubbed between my palms. “Don’t rush,” she said. “Start like you're painting me. Slow. Devotional.” So I did. I began with her shoulders — long, gliding strokes down her back, pausing at the hollows, pressing gently into the knots of tension. Her breath deepened. She guided me, softly, showing me how to press, to pause, to breathe in sync with her. It wasn’t just touch. It was communion. Her hips rose slightly as I worked the oil lower, over her thighs, the backs of her knees. I could see her body responding — not in jerks or gasps, but in subtle undulations, her entire being softening into the sensation. Then she turned. Naked now, fully. Legs parted slightly, unabashed. Her nipples were tight, pebbled from the heat or the anticipation — likely both. I began again — chest, belly, the space just beneath her ribs where she shivered with each exhale. She kept eye contact now, not shy, but hungry, open. “Touch the edges,” she whispered. “Tease. Don’t take. Let it build.” I circled her sex with oiled fingers, not yet entering—just tracing, pressing gently into the inner thighs, the mound, the soft lips. Her breath came heavier now, chest rising with each stroke. I could feel the tension winding tighter beneath her skin. “You’re not here to make me come,” she said, voice thick with pleasure. “You’re here to awaken me.” And awaken her, I did. Every part of her was alive — each nerve ending lit like flame under my hands. She guided me into a rhythm, a flow, and soon her moans weren’t sounds, they were vibrations — deep, primal, echoing through the room. The sheets beneath her were damp. The scent of oil, sweat, and sex hung in the air like incense. When I finally entered her, it wasn’t sudden — it was a surrender. Her body took me in like water welcoming the storm. Her hands gripped my back, fingernails trailing fire. We moved slowly at first, matching breath for breath, then deeper, stronger — until our bodies were slick and pounding, the air filled with the slap of skin, the low, guttural sounds that belong only to those who have gone far, far beyond simple arousal. She came first — not a single peak, but wave after wave, legs trembling, voice caught between sob and scream. She held my face as I followed, release crashing through me so violently I saw white, then black. We collapsed in a heap — bodies entwined, covered in oil and heat. Outside, the city buzzed on, unaware. But in that room, something sacred had just passed between us, something raw, radiant, and real. She lay against my chest, her voice a whisper. “Now that,” she said, smiling lazily, “was worship.”

23 June 2025

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I was thirty, teaching English literature at a university tucked into the outskirts of a fast-modernizing Chinese city. The campus was an eclectic mix — ancient pines and stone courtyards brushing up against the edges of steel-glass towers. It was a place where time folded in strange ways, and it was there I met her. Her name doesn’t need repeating — it’s etched in the heat of memory. She was American, unlike me, from good old Australia, and she was a generation ahead. A professor from a prestigious university in the USA, she’d come for a sabbatical year, invited by the faculty for her reputation, her brilliance, and perhaps, her presence. She was in her mid-fifties — silvering hair pulled into a soft knot, sharp eyes that flicked between you and something deeper, as though always measuring the weight of your soul. Everything about her was composed—until it wasn’t. We met at a departmental dinner, a boozy welcome to teaching in their esteemed university. She wore a black linen blouse, collar open just enough to suggest confidence, and she carried herself like someone who’d learned to own silence better than most command words. I was intrigued. Drawn to her like gravity. Weeks passed. Shared lectures. Long talks over beers after work that turned into late dinners. Her apartment was just outside campus, tucked behind a carved wooden gate. A courtyard flat filled with books, the faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air. The first time I visited, she poured wine — not the sweet rice kind common there, but a dark red she’d brought from home — and we sat close, the window open to the hum of the city below. She touched my thigh. Firm, sure. A question and an answer in one motion. There was no awkwardness, no preamble. Just the opening of something inevitable. That first night was not hurried — it was symphonic. She undressed like she was unburdening herself. Her body—soft, real, powerful—was not the lithe, sculpted ideal the world worships, but something better. She was lived-in, and she knew things. Her hands taught me more about pleasure in minutes than years of younger, fumbling encounters ever had. She instructed with whispers and pressure — how to read her breathing, how to trace circles that built, then paused, then dove again. She showed me how a woman’s climax could be teased from a whisper to a storm, again and again, until her body folded with exquisite exhaustion. I remember one afternoon, a rare cyclone warning had closed the campus. Rain lashed the windows, and inside her apartment, she took me apart with just her mouth and the curve of her fingers. She liked to dominate at times — not cruelly, never — but with the grace of someone who knew. She liked when I listened, when I let go of all my trying. And in doing so, I gave her everything. We became lovers in the truest sense. Not romantic, not in the fragile, needy way. But intimate. Curious. Fearless. We taught and shared, touched and tasted — across months of stolen mornings, midday trysts between classes, long weekends where I barely left her bed. Sometimes, she wept when she came. Not in sadness, but in something deeper. Release. Power. She told me once, over bare skin and cold sheets, “You don’t take a woman’s pleasure. You invite it. And if she trusts you, she’ll burn your name into the walls of her mind.” I can still smell her perfume — vetiver, musk, something ancient. I can still hear her voice, low and thick with desire, as she leaned into my ear and made promises I felt long before they came true. Eventually, her contract ended. Her time was up. She returned to the States, and I stayed. There was no goodbye in the cinematic sense — no grand farewell. Just a final night, drawn out, unspoken, and unforgettable. She left behind a single book on my desk — Anaïs Nin’s journals, annotated in her own careful handwriting. Inside the front cover, she’d written: “There are years that ask questions, and years that answer them. You were an answer.” I was never the same. And I wouldn’t want to be.

23 June 2025

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So I get there, sweaty and in my work uniform. She greets me at the door. Sort of looks like her pics. Has coloured hair with the back trimmed down with clippers. Takes me to the bedroom and asks if I still want a shower. Say yeah, probably best. Strips off. She’s covered in yellow bruises. Small breasts but a good size nipple. Suckable. Ask her what she’s been up to, she says I had a fuck buddy around last night and he brought a chick he also sleeps with. She said yeah why not, bring her for FFM, I haven’t done one before. The visiting girl wasn’t keen on touching her but the host decided to give her oral while the guy pounded her. Unsure if she’d go for it again. Might have to query that for myself sometime as it’s on my Fucket list. We finish up in the shower. Go and lay on the bed. Bit of small talk then she moves closer. We kiss a bit. I suck her nipples and kiss her neck. Slide my hand down and rub her clit. She’s soaked already. Asks if I want my cock sucked. I said sure, why not. Gives me a bit of oral and comes back to kiss a bit more. I ask if she wants my tongue on her clit. She says yes. I get two fingers in her tight pussy and flick my tongue over her clit. Decide to switch it up and spread her labia so I can get a good circular motion with my thumb on the clit. She bucks against my fingers and pushes herself against the wall to get finger fucked harder. She’s doing a lot of moaning and grunting. Ask if she’s enjoying herself as I wasn’t sure if she was frustrated she couldn’t cum. Apparently she’s already cum twice. I get her Satisfyer out the bedside drawer while she kneels and sucks me. I get her back on the bed and rest the toy on her clit while I finger her some more. She seems to be enjoying it. Although it’s hard to tell when she orgasms. Give me your cock, she demands. This is where I usually put a condom on but I got lost in the sauce. I slide into her tight, wet pussy. She says she loves the way my dick fills her up. Wants me to pound her faster and faster. Says to choke her hard and she’ll tap my arm if she wants me to stop. I get a leg cramp and need to stop anyway. She slides her head off the end of the bed and deepthroats me. I lift her butt just enough to lean forward and tongue her clit some more. Can’t do much work from there but managed to get two fingers inside her to give her some more stimulation. She bends over the bed and wants me inside her. I oblige. I ask if she enjoys her ass being played with. She said no one has ever asked and she doesn’t know how to prep for anal. I say no worries and continue to pound into her. Slapping her ass hard, she tells me to slap harder. We stop to catch a breath for a moment. Then I’m back on top pounding away, choking her and now she wants me to bite her. I try to bite but can’t get a decent grip. She tells me to bite her harder and pound her while choking her. I think she came again. We do a bit more oral off the end of the bed. I don’t see the signs she needs air and she almost blacks out. Says she’s all good. Asks if I usually last this long. I say yeah mostly. These seem like the championship rounds. Surely Dana White is going to pop out the closet at any moment and put a belt around my waist. We’re back in doggy. She wants to be pounded hard but it’s not doing it for me. I slow down and enjoy the feeling of slipping inside her. In and almost out. Back and forth. I’m starting to feel it. I’m picking up the pace. She says *MrDiscreet0* fill my pussy with your cum. Roger I’m on it. I bust my load inside her tight pussy. I’m absolutely covered in sweat at this point. We both are. The ceiling fan isn’t cutting it. She motions for me to cuddle her. She asks if I want to be a friend with benefits.

23 June 2025

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Matched online one restless night. An older woman, bold curves, eyes that promised filth. The messages turned explicit within minutes. No small talk. An address. A time. A warning I wouldn’t leave the same. Her place smelled of wine, candles, and wet skin. A silk robe clung to her body, nipples hard beneath it. No words. Just a hungry kiss, teeth on lips, hands clawing clothes away. Skin met skin, heat rising, pulse pounding. She pushed me down. The taste of her hit instantly — sweet, slick, warm. Tongue buried deep, lips locking around her clit. Her grip in my hair tightened as she rocked against my face, moaning loud, cursing, thighs trembling. She came hard, grinding down, wetness coating my chin. She didn’t give me a second to breathe. Climbed on top, grabbed my cock, slid down in one slow, perfect stroke. Hot, tight, soaked. Her hips rolled, teasing me with every movement, milking every inch. Nails dragged down my chest, teeth found my neck. She set the pace, riding faster, slamming down hard, wet sounds filling the room. A hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my heart race and cock throb. She came again, clenching around me, pulling me over the edge. But it wasn’t just the orgasm. It was what she unlocked. She showed me things I didn’t know I craved. Made me ache for submission, for hunger without hesitation. That night didn’t just ruin me — it rewired me. And I haven’t fucked the same since.

21 June 2025

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