FUCK ME!" She whispered through ruby red lips as her black stilettos tapped along the tiles of his kitchen floor. His now full erection throbbing as she opened her dress to reveal her intimate curves wrapped strategically in lingerie. Within a few steps he had her pinned to the bench, rubbing his hard cock against her wetness, now seeping through her black lace g string. He steps back and commands her to her knees to swallow his cock. Her eyes widen as she looks into his taking his manly hood deep into her throat, gagging the thick saliva runs down her chin as she begs for more. He lifts and turns her over the bench pulls aside her wet panties and pushes the tip of his throbbing penis into her pussy as she quivers and moans. He teased her wetness as she begs him to be deep inside her. In one large thrust he is deep inside her. She moans as she slams into him time and time again. He reached for her large gorgeous tits and pinched the proud nipples standing erect. The painful sensation caused her to arch her back. The sobs of ecstasy from her were exciting him, he mercilessly fucked her. His cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. His testicles rapidly slapping against her ass. A few more thrusts and he would be finished. She could tell that he was due and begged him to come in ever increasing cries. He roared as he slammed into her a final time and sperm shot out of his cock violently. He held his position as another stream followed, and then, another. She screamed in a climax as her body convulsed. He kept spurting until he couldn't spurt again and collapse on top of her

7 September 2025

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We were having a party at our house with our three friends, after a couple of hour of drinks and laughter L &E disappeared to our room and appeared about 5 minutes later wearing corsets and stockings and suspenders. P, A and myself expressed our approval as they paraded around the lounge room and started to kiss each other. L pushed E down on a beanbag on her back and started kissing her way down her body until her head was between E’s ready thighs. By this stage my cock was throbbing and I dropped my jeans and started to slowly wank, P and A quickly dropped their jeans as well an the three of us moved over and sat on the lounge slowly wanking while we enjoyed the show the girls were putting on for us. From where we were sitting L’s lovely arse was in the air right in front of us, with her pussy lips peeking out of the slit in her crotchless panties, The view was too much for me to ignore and I went over, got on my knees and started to lick he wet pussy from behind. P and A got up and knelt each side of E’s head and took turns getting their hard cocks sucked by her. L’s pussy by now was soaking wet and as I tongued her hole I was rubbing her clit with my thumb, E had a cock in her hand and one in her mouth and as L licked her clit she quickly came with her first orgasm of the night. L turned around and kissed me her face covers with E’s pussy juice and then stood up and grabbed A’s hard cock and led him out to the back veranda. P was still getting his cock sucked by E as she lay spread eagle on the bean bag, her puffy swollen pussy looked to good to resist so I quickly buried my face between her thighs. She tasted so good as I flicked her clit ring with my tongue and slowly worked three fingers into her wet hole. At this point P decided to see what the other two were doing and went in search of them while I kept licking E’s clit and fingering her. After a 5 minutes air so L led A&P back in by their cocks, lay down on the other bean bag spread her legs wide and announced that she needed one of their cocks in her right now, A was happy to oblige and quickly positioned himself between her legs and slid his hard 7 inches into her, she gasped as it slid all the way in and they both quickly established a rhythm. Watching A fuck my wife while I was going down on his was so horny and I kissed my way up to E’s mouth and slid my cock into her and slowly started to fuck her, P was getting his cock sucked by L while A was fucking her but they soon were getting so energetic that he came over and offered his cock to E who started enthusiastically sucking him. After a couple of minutes I said to P it was his turn and pulled out, he quickly slid between her legs and slid his big cock into her. She came again almost straight away and went limp as P continued to fuck her. I went over to L and A and put my cock in L’s mouth, A was really slamming into her hard and she started to cum, which pushed me over the edge and I blew a load of hot sticky cum into her mouth as A pulled out and sprayed his load over her pussy and thighs. Meanwhile P had pulled out of E and she came over and started to lick A’s cum off of L’s pussy, P got behind her and started to gently fuck her while she was cleaning L up. A an I sat on the lounge wanking ourselves back to hardness as we watched the other three going for it on the floor. After a couple of minutes E made L cum and P turned E around and shot his load into her mouth. As I was hard again I becomes to L to come over and sat her down on my cock facing away from me, A stood up in front of her and she started greedily sucking his cock as she bounced up and down on mine. P sat on the other end of the lounge and E got on her knees in front of him and started to suck his now soft cock. L stood up and pushed A onto his back on the floor and climbed on top of his cock and started to ride him hard so I went behind E and slid my cock into her, grabbing her hips and building up speed as she kept sucking P’s cock. E started moaning and after a couple of minutes had another orgasm that left her as limp as a rag doll. L was still riding A onto the floor and I pushed her forward and positioned myself behind her, rubbed her cute little arsehole with my thumb and slowly slid my cock into her tight arse and the three of us slowly worked up a rhythm while P put his cock into L’s mouth. It felt so good being able to feel A’s cock in L’s pussy as I fucked her arse, and the sensation became too much for A and he blew a load up her wet pussy, his rapidly soft cock slipped out of her and I could feel their combined juices on my balls as I slowly fucked L’s arse, A needed to get out from underneath us so I pulled out and lay on my back, L hovered over me and fed my hard cock back into her tight arse with her back to me and P positioned himself between our thighs and fed his fat cock into her sopping wet cunt. I lay there supporting her shoulders as P ploughed his 8.5 inches into her feeling her pussy juice and A’s cum running down the base of my cock and over my balls as her pussy made the sloppiest queefing sounds I have ever heard, P was really slamming into her by now and the feel of his cock rubbing against mine through her pussy wall was exquisite and I just lay there revelling in the sensation. After a couple of minutes I couldn't hold back any more and exploded into L’s arse and the feeling of my hot cumin her arse tipped her over the edge and she had a massive orgasm. p gave another few hard thrusts and then he blew a big load into her to join the remains of A’s load most of which at this time was over my balls and arse crack. We all sat around for a few minutes getting our breath back and then headed for the showers to freshen up for the second round. All in all we had an awesome weekend of fun.

7 September 2025

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I popped in to my local pub after work and to have a beer with dad and as it was close to closing time dad asked me if I could give Jane a barmaid a lift home as he new I was going to go out fishing and sleep on our boat well when we got to her place she invited me in for a coffee and I wasn't going to say no and she put the kettle on and said she was going to have a shower and get out of her work clothes and she called out to me asked if I could bring her a towel from her bed and I close my eyes when I went into the bathroom and she told me not to be shy now as she said she seen me looking at her big boobs at the pub and how about I strip off and get into the shower with her and as she was my first experience I wasn't go to say no even if she was 42 years older than me and she said forget the coffee she had something better than coffee and there I was and left no longer a virgin and I didn't go fishing in and went home after I dropped her at work and she told me I need to tell dad how to use his tongue and I did know dad was having it off with someone but didn't realise it was here and dad was home when I walked in the door dad said how was she and it turns out I was set up I got with her a couple more times till she moved out of the area

6 September 2025

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"Are you ready?" I ask. "Yes," you reply, your voice steady yet betraying a hint of nervousness. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes," you say again, more firmly this time. Once the hood is on, there's no turning back. A twinge of apprehension stirs in your stomach, making the situation all too real. Although you had discussed this night many times, fantasizing about the moment, facing the reality sends a shiver down your spine. You look down at the black leather hood cradled in your hands, its surface smooth and cold to the touch. You've been fidgeting with it nervously ever since it was handed to you, the weight of your decision growing heavier with each passing second. The hood is designed to cover your eyes and nose, leaving your mouth exposed, a deliberate choice that sends a cascade of thoughts racing through your mind. Slipping it on, you know it will lace at the back, effectively plunging you into darkness, muffling the sounds of the world around you. The anticipation of what's to come is palpable, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. This moment, once eagerly awaited, now looms before you like a threshold to the unknown. The scent of leather fills your nostrils, a constant reminder of the choice you're about to make. With a deep breath, you slip the hood over your head. You feel someone move behind you, the laces start to tighten, and the hood conforms snugly to your face. The smell of leather intensifies, enveloping you as the material presses against your skin. Breathing through your nose becomes a challenge, and you realize you must breathe through your mouth once the hood is fully tightened. "There," I say, voice muffled, as if you're underwater. "All locked in." The world outside the hood dims, sounds becoming distant echoes. This new reality, defined by darkness and muffled sounds, marks the beginning of something unknown, something thrilling yet terrifying. "Stand up," comes the command, and you immediately rise from the chair, your posture straightening as though pulled by an invisible string. The fabric of your flowing sundress brushes against your skin, a stark contrast to the lacy black undergarments hugging your body beneath. The black bra, g-string, and garter belt, each were chosen with meticulous care, following the instructions you received before leaving the hotel. As the moment unfolds, a flicker of concern crosses your mind, did the Uber driver notice the unusual ensemble beneath the innocent facade of your dress? This thought, however, is fleeting, quickly overshadowed by the sharp reality of the moment. Without warning, you feel the crack of a cane against your backside. The suddenness of the contact shatters the cascade of your thoughts, anchoring you firmly in the present. "I said take off the dress," comes a voice, a command you had completely missed, your mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and the disorienting darkness of your new world. Obediently, you lift the dress over your head, revealing the carefully chosen lingerie underneath. A wave of exposure washes over you as the cool air brushes against your skin. An instinctive desire to cover yourself surges, but you resist, maintaining your stance at attention, your senses sharpening as you listen for the next command through the muffled reality of the hood. You feel a leather collar being wrapped around your neck, its buckle securing it behind you. The familiar click of a leash being attached follows, a sound you've heard before but never in such a context. This experience begins to reshape your senses. The hood and the enveloping darkness force your hearing, to become acutely heightened despite the muffling, compensating for your lost vision. "Come, it's time," you hear, feeling a gentle tug on the leash guiding you forward. Your first steps are tentative, each one a test of trust in the absence of sight. The have the sensation of moving down a long corridor, reminiscent of the path you took to enter the building an hour earlier. Gradually, the murmur of voices begins to filter through the darkness, growing from a whisper to a cacophony of conversations and laughter. The sound of a party in full swing envelops you, making it impossible to gauge the number of attendees. The voices merge into an indistinguishable blend of sound, heightening your sense of vulnerability. Finally, you come to a stop. "This is your last chance. Do you still want to do this? From here, there's no going back," the voice cautions, its seriousness cutting through the noise. A torrent of concerns floods your mind. What if someone recognizes you? Yet, the rational part of you counters, hidden beneath the hood and far from home, recognition seems unlikely. "Yes," you assert, your voice steady, a declaration of readiness despite the whirlwind of emotions churning inside you. "Remember the rules," the voice continues, authoritative yet reassuring. "I am in control; you will do exactly as I say. You do not speak unless spoken to. You will refer to me as 'Sir.' We've discussed your hard limits. Nothing beyond those will happen. If at any point you want to stop, just yell 'cornflakes.' That's your safe word. You'll be escorted back to your room, dressed, and put in an Uber back to the hotel. And you will never see or hear from me again." The finality of the statement sends a shiver down your spine, yet it's accompanied by an undeniable thrill. This is a journey of your choosing, a step into the unknown fuelled by a potent mix of apprehension and exhilaration. "I’m ready," you say, more to yourself than anyone else, affirming your commitment to the path you've chosen. Then, a series of knocks echo against a steel door, bang, bang, bang. The ambient party noise dwindles to hushed whispers, and you sense the door opening with a creak. Pulled forward, you step into a room where the air feels charged, stale yet alive with the presence of unseen onlookers. The door shuts behind you with a definitive clang, sealing you inside. Led to the center of the room, you stand acutely aware of every breath and whisper swirling around you. Though unable to determine the composition of the audience, the occasional feminine voice floats through the air, adding to the mystery of the gathering. Cloaked in the dark embrace of your lingerie, you've never felt more exposed, the weight of countless eyes upon you making your skin prickle with vulnerability. The anticipation of what comes next hangs heavy in the air, a palpable force that draws you ever deeper into the moment. “it's time to show all this good people how depraved you really are”

6 September 2025

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The last time I went to the nude beach, I got there around 5:30pm — just as the UV dropped. The light was mellow and golden, the perfect time to arrive. I hit the sand and, without hesitation, stripped off my clothes and shoved them in my bag. No better feeling. The release of fabric, the brush of breeze against bare skin, the faint thrill of public nudity that doesn’t feel performative — just freeing. It was about 34 degrees that day. Warm enough that plenty of people were still hanging around. Couples nestled under umbrellas, little clusters in the shallows, solo men wandering up and down with vague purpose. There’s a particular kind of rhythm at a nude beach — people stroll with a sense of comfort, of familiarity, but you can feel the low hum of observation beneath it. The gentle dance of being seen and seeing. I followed my usual routine. Straight to the water, toes sinking into the wet sand, the tide teasing at my ankles. Then I started walking, slowly, letting my gaze drift across bodies and water and stone. Down past the rocks, where the beach curves and narrows — that’s where any action usually happens, if it’s going to. I’m always ambivalent about that. I don’t go expecting anything. Most of the time, I just want to be naked, to soak in the sun, to feel my body untethered. I set up my towel and walked back into the water. The temperature shift from warm to cool and back again does something to me every time. It’s not even about arousal — just sensation. A kind of soft ache, like static or fuzz, warming my cock and balls in a way that makes me feel proud of what I’m showing, even if I’m not hard. Confident, in a quiet way. There were a couple of solo guys wading nearby. Close enough to acknowledge, far enough to avoid conversation. I never push. If someone wants to talk, they’ll talk. Otherwise, I let the space be what it is. I returned to my towel, the air licking droplets from my skin. I lay on my back and opened my book. The sun was still warm enough to be comforting, but no longer aggressive. My skin drank it in without worry. No sunscreen, no fear. Just heat on bare skin, the wind occasionally lifting the corner of my towel. There’s something deeply right about reading naked in the open, not for anyone else, just for yourself. People kept wandering by — the usual parade. A few I’d seen on previous visits. Some doing the same lazy loop up and down the beach. Solo men, mostly. Sometimes I wonder what brings each of them here. Are they hoping to see something? Find someone? Or are they just, like me, content in their skin? At one point, I stood and stretched — half out of boredom, half out of curiosity. A man nearby was packing up his things, sliding his towel into a canvas bag. He looked up at me, paused, and said, “You’re beautiful.” I wasn’t prepared for it. Not those exact words. Not spoken so directly. I laughed awkwardly, unsure what to say — thank you? you too? It wasn’t a line. Just a statement. Honest. Simple. A little surreal. We chatted. He was clearly more practiced in this space — confident, gay, playful. He told me about the regular crowd, the rhythms of the beach, how often he played and how he stayed safe. I asked questions — not to pry, but out of genuine curiosity. I told him what I was open to, what I avoided, how I’m cautious and careful. It was a good conversation. No pressure, just shared notes on desire and boundaries. Then he left, and I stayed — alone again, but not lonely. Sometime after the first guy left, I checked my phone and saw a message from someone in the chat — a casual, half-hearted “who’s still around?”. I replied, said I was there, offered that they could come pull up a towel if they wanted. Eventually, he arrived. Slightly older, bigger build — rounder in the middle but smooth-skinned and confident. Friendly face. He waved as he approached, a quiet kind of energy to him. We didn’t waste time — just settled into easy chat. No pretence, no pressure. Mostly beach talk at first. Work. Where we were from. What brought us out today. He mentioned his partner pretty early on — a woman who knew he played with men on the side. Not only that, but she apparently enjoyed it, especially watching him get blown. That’s not something I could help him with — not that night, anyway — but I appreciated the openness. There’s something really freeing about talking about sex in a space that doesn’t demand it. We swapped stories. Spoke about boundaries. Shared thoughts on our bodies, tattoos. The things we liked about ourselves, the things we didn’t. Honest, curious, unguarded. Normally, by this time of day, the slow migration would have begun — solo men gathering towels, glancing around, making their way down past the rocks where things sometimes happened. There’s a tacit choreography to it. Nobody talks about it out loud, but everyone knows. A rising tide of quiet intent. But this time, there was a snag in the rhythm — a pregnancy photoshoot unfolding right in the middle of the action zone. I’d seen the photographer before — a woman, always fully clothed, always calm and in control. She seemed to love the light here, the rawness of it. Her subject was stunning — glowing and round-bellied, starting out in a flowing dress and then slowly revealing more skin as the shoot went on. The contrast was gorgeous, honestly. Her body full of life, soft curves and maternal gravity, against a backdrop that often held very different kinds of tension. Still, it meant the usual suspects had to hold off — there was a visible hesitance in the way men lingered at the edge of the rocks, waiting. Not exactly leering, but definitely paused in limbo. Nobody wanted to be the guy jerking off thirty metres from a maternity shoot. At least, I hoped not. My new friend and I decided to take a walk. It felt oddly liberating, doing the same long naked stroll that the solo guys do — except now I wasn’t alone, and somehow that shifted everything. It didn’t feel like prowling. It just felt like walking. Like being part of something human, not transactional. We wandered up and back a few times, commenting quietly on the crowd, on bodies, on posture. I’m always fascinated by people’s shapes, in both sexual and non-sexual ways. The slope of a shoulder. The way someone holds their gut or adjusts their towel. The tension in a thigh when someone bends to pick something up. I find myself imagining what it feels like to be in that body — not just to touch it, but to inhabit it. How it must feel to stand there, naked in public, aware of your shape, your marks, your hang-ups. And how all of that might shift depending on who’s watching. There are very few body types I feel no attraction to at all. Even when I’m not turned on, I’m curious. There’s something sacred about people letting themselves be seen like this — not just by lovers or partners, but by strangers. I love the mix of pride and vulnerability in it. Eventually, we made our way back to our towels. The sun had dipped behind the cliffs, and it was practically dark. The photoshoot was still going, the photographer crouched low to the sand, her lens catching the last blush of light on the pregnant subject’s skin. There was a small cluster of naked men gathered at a respectful distance, waiting. Not quite awkward, but definitely a little stuck. A bottleneck of bodies, all on pause. The tide had shifted, but no one could quite make the next move. Eventually, the photoshoot wraps up. The pregnant woman slips back into her robe, and the photographer packs away her gear. They wander off together, chatting quietly, oblivious or maybe wilfully unaware of the ripple they’ve held back all this time. And just like that, the energy shifts. It’s almost comical the way it happens — this slow, polite migration of naked men, all beginning to drift in the same direction, pretending they’re just going for a sunset stroll. No one approaches each other directly at first, but there’s a quiet urgency in the way the group moves — a clear and shared intention hanging thick in the air. We’re all here for the same reason, even if no one says a word. My friend and I follow, not rushing, but certainly not dawdling either. The temperature’s dropped slightly, but the energy is warmer now — heavier. The unspoken rules of the beach have started to bend. The lid is off. By the time we make it down to the far end, it’s on. Most of the guys are hard, or halfway there, casually touching themselves as they linger near one another. It’s not a frenzy, not yet — more like a gathering storm of attention and arousal. Everyone performing a little, watching a little. Feeling each other out. I let myself take up space. Standing somewhere in the middle, I stroke myself slowly, not too eager, just enough to grow into my full size. I like the way I look like this — exposed, but proud. Compared to most of the others, I feel big. And I like that. My friend, surprisingly, is quite the grower. He looked small earlier, but now he’s filling out, impressive in a different way — heavy and full, low-hanging. People start to drift a little closer, like orbiting planets shifting toward gravity. Not touching yet. Just watching. A few of them are clearly waiting for someone else to make the first move. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him — a smaller Asian man I’d clocked earlier in the afternoon. He’d passed us a few times while we were walking, always a beat slower when he moved past me, his eyes sneaking down, not lingering long enough to be obvious, but definitely clocking me. Now, here in this dimming light, he’s closer. His gaze isn’t subtle anymore. He’s staring directly at my cock, transfixed. And fuck, it does something to me. That feeling — to be wanted like that, clearly, hungrily, without performance or pretence. My cock twitches at the attention, swelling harder in response. I let him watch. I meet his eyes once — not long, just enough to let him know I’ve noticed, that I know. And then I go back to stroking. My hand slow and deliberate, the air cool on my thighs, the sand shifting under my feet. I’m not even thinking about where this might go. I’m just enjoying the heat of it, the slow burn of being seen. He makes the first move. It’s so subtle, so respectful, but there’s no mistaking the intent. He steps just slightly into my space and runs a hand up the middle of my back. His touch is soft, almost reverent — not grabbing, not groping, just touching. And it sends a quiet shiver down my spine. There’s something deeply sexy about that — someone so clearly full of desire, and yet choosing something as gentle and grounding as skin-on-skin contact. His hand glides lower, warm and careful, moving down over the small of my back and resting on my bum with a kind of quiet awe. I can feel his breath close now. His small, earnest cock is fully hard, pointing up towards me with an intensity that belies its size. His touch seems to give permission to the rest of the circle. As if on cue, another man steps forward. His approach is different — no hesitation. His hand closes firmly around my cock, and I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. It’s a good grip, confident. His own cock is thick and proud, almost a mirror of mine, and I reach for it instinctively, wrapping my hand around its length. We find a shared rhythm quickly — slow at first, just feeling each other out, then stronger. Deliberate. The first guy doesn’t leave — he stays close, off to the side, his hand never leaving my skin. Still gliding up and down, now along my waist, over my bum again, fingertips brushing the inside of my thigh. At times, he presses in, gently, affectionately — I feel his leg hook lightly around mine, and his cock press into my hip. He moans, quietly, more breath than sound. He’s still stroking himself, but the contact seems to be as much for his reassurance as mine. Like he wants to feel that I’m real. That this is happening. Then I feel my friend — the one I’d walked the beach with — step back into the scene. He’s in front of me now, eyes lit with curiosity and hunger. His hands go straight to my chest, stroking and squeezing, mapping out my body with a kind of casual affection. One hand cups my balls, the other slips around to squeeze my bum — both firm and gentle. He’s touching himself too, lazily, like he knows there’s no rush. For a moment, I float out of myself. I pause and try to imagine what this scene must look like to anyone watching — four men, different shapes, different kinds of hard, hands on each other’s skin, bodies overlapping, shifting and sharing. I think: Anyone who’s not part of this would just be jealous. The man with the firm grip is still there, still focused. His hand slides smoothly up and down my shaft, taking his time, but moving with growing confidence. He’s tuned in, responding to the little sighs I make, the way I press into him, the slight arch of my back. I don’t have to tell him I’m loving it. It’s obvious. I am lost in it — in the contrast of bodies, the blur of skin and breath and quiet hunger. And still, the first guy’s hand doesn’t leave me. With one man’s steady hand stroking my cock, another’s fingers lightly playing across my chest, my walking friend still gently squeezing and palming my bum, and the quiet, reverent presence of the Asian man pressed into my side — it’s all a lot. Add to that the sensation of cool air rolling in off the water and ghosting over every inch of my naked body, and it tips into something close to sensory overload. I hold both my friend’s and the Asian man’s cocks in my hands — not moving, just holding, grounding myself in the moment through the feel of warm skin and steady pulse. And in that space, the rhythm of that firm hand on my cock continues — slow, deliberate, focused — as if he knows exactly how to keep me on the edge until it’s time to let go. And then I do. My body tightens, my back arches just slightly, and I groan — not polite or muted, but loud and real. I can feel hands on my body in response, like they’re coaxing the orgasm out of me, stroking my skin and squeezing me with this quiet kind of reverence. The firm grip doesn’t waver as I come hard — a sharp, hot burst that lands messily in the sand. Somewhere beside me, someone lets out an appreciative mmmmm, and it makes me smile. There’s something strange and honest about the moment. The pleasure has peaked, and there’s not much left to do. No script to follow. Just this gentle unravelling, the quiet shift in atmosphere. But I like that part. I like that I can step away without guilt, without awkwardness — leave the scene exactly as I entered it: on my terms. I pat my friend’s back, grinning, and murmur, “Alright — next man up.” He chuckles, and I don’t even look back to see who steps into the newly vacant space. I stroll off slowly, through the shallows, the water cool against my ankles and calves. The sky is dimming, stars faint above, and the moonlight catches the edges of the waves and — I imagine — the curve of my back, the wet trail down my legs, the soft swing of my now-limp but very satisfied cock, still flushed and happy in the warm air. I take the long path back toward the carpark, breathing it all in — the salty air, the low hum of night, the buzz still singing quietly in my skin. There is no better feeling.

6 September 2025

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It was cold so I rolled over and there it was a empty space where he should have been... I pull the covers off and walk down the dark hallway there is a light shining in the distance there he is sitting on his phone watching what looks like 2 sexy blondes playing tennis in the nude. I'm stunned I look at him dead in the eyes and ask why? He didn't even try to hide it, because I wanted you to see it now that your awake come sit down so I can show you something new... I obey him and kneel down next to his chair resting my head upon his thigh/knee glaring up at him like a little lost puppy, now what is it that you want to show me? Takes a deep breath, There is just silence i lay my hand along his lap and ask again what is it that you want to show me? Still no response so I stand up wrap my legs around his stomach and sit on him with my knickers now exposed I pull myself closer to him and whisper in his ear now can you show me... Ahh that's my girl he says as he slides his warm hand down my back and slides 2 of his fingers in the seem of my knickers... My eyes flicker and get that little glimmer, I want you to close your eyes for a moment and when I say you can open them you do so ok... do you understand me... Yes I understand I say in a quick and quiet manner. While playing with the seem on my knickers he gently slides them to the side strokes my inner thigh with 2 fingers as he gradually gets closer to my smooth dry pussy he giggles deeply before running his index finger up and down my lips then licks his finger before places it right on my clit, tickle tickle as he wiggles his finger left and right then adds some pressure as he gets momentum, my body tenses a little he tells me to relax before sliding his fingers deep deep inside of me. I can feel my breathing getting deeper and deeper I bite my lip and try to stay quiet as he shoves them in deeper and faster I can feel myself all wet and ready for him but he just stops, puts his lips so close to my ear before whispering open them eyes now and turn the fuck around! I obey... he grabs the back of my neck lays me down on the table pulls down my knickers before thrusting his hard cock right inside me ohh it was warm and so sensational suddenly my body is trembling he thrusts again and again going deeper inside of me, my heart racing and body heat rising I let out a small UHHH he thrusts harder but this time he has hold of my hips and all you can hear is the slapping of our skin UHHH fuck fuck fuck sshhhh he says. I can feel my body trembling slightly after what felt like hours UHHH FUCK I moan loudly before my body instantly relaxes I've cum he keeps going until I hear him swallow and with deepness in his voice Awwwhhh before pulling out slowly I can feel the warm cum dripping down my inner thigh... He rolls me over before shoving his wet cock in my mouth, I can barely move so I slide my mouth up and down, up and down to the shaft of his cock before using the tip of my tongue to flutter the eye and knob of his cock he trembles this time before pulling it out of my mouth. Now I'm going to show you what you been asking about he turns on the TV and there is 2 blondes playing tennis in the nude again, watch this and try to stay focus he says this will be different in 2 ways your thrill for porn and your thrill for enjoyment, he slides one of his fingers right into my ass ouch I peep, he tells me to keep watching the girls play as he slides his finger in and out and around the edges of my hole almost like he was stretching it, a cold sensation happens he's squirted lube on his fingers and he slips 2 fingers in my hole still very tight and strange to feel but I start to actually get aroused by this he slips in a third finger and tells me to stay quiet and keep watching the girls play tennis. I feel a cold sensation again before he places the tip of his knob circling my asshole slowly pushing it in then pulls out before actually getting inside, this has me very aroused and I feel my body temperature rising then next I feel his large knob slide right into my ass UHHH he gently but slowly slides his cock in bit by bit UHHH FUCK I MOAN ohhh he goes deeper then pulls back UHHH FUCK goes in even deeper and pulls out until he's in as far as he can go. Now keep watching them girls plays tennis, he starts to get faster going all in then pulling back deeper, I'm moaning now with my fists clenched and he tells me to keep watching them girls play tennis, I'm trying so hard to keep my eyes open but It feels Soo good, he grabs my hips and starts pounding me, deep then back out deeper then backing out I can feel the lube drying out he thrusts harder and deeper UHHHHH I scream he lets go off my hips keeps his cock inside me for a few seconds, I hope your still watching them girls play tennis haha he laughs as he gently slides his cock from my ass, holding my ass cheeks open for a minute and all I can feel in cum dripping from my pussy and a sensation of cum sliding down my bum yes that's right he came in my ass all I can think was omg he just fucked me in the ass... But my body tells me a different story that was a sensation I haven't felt before and my God did he show me...

5 September 2025

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I travel for work and often get told how lucky I am to see so many cities and towns. Most of the time it is not though - you land, get the taxi to the client's offices/factory/site, do your stuff, make nice and head back to the accommodation for dinner, prep for the next day and bed. As I said most times - occasionally things go different. I had travelled to Brisbane to conduct some training for a client and was staying in South Brisbane. After work I got changed and headed by the Southbank to a restaurant/pub for dinner. I didn't feel like heading somewhere that you would get asked the - Only for one tonight sir routine - so ended up in a pub that had a great beer garden with a view of the river. I grabbed a beer and sat waiting for my dinner to arrive. Looking around there were a few groups who looked like they had settled in after a long lunch and some couples whispering sweet nothings. My dinner arrived and I realised how hungry I was. The steak was gone in no time and contemplated another beer to wash it down. It was it this time I noticed her. Sat at a raised table on the other side of the beer garden was a stunning looking lady reading her phone, occasionally glancing around the room whilst nursing a red wine that was almost empty. At one point our eyes met, I got a slight smile and I nodded back. My beer drained I headed to the bar to grab another. As I did I swivelled my head in her direction and notice her glass just about empty. You know when you have one of those sliding door moments and a decision can change things quickly - this was one of those. I asked for another beer and whatever wine the lady over there was drinking. Grabbing up the 2 glasses I headed over with a "I notice you were getting low on your drink and didn't want you to dehydrate. I got the laugh I was after. I was invited to sit down as we chatted. Turns out she was a bit like me - in town for a conference and wanted time away from work. The next 20-30 minutes flew by as we talked about all sorts of things but especially how lonely work travel can be. We did discover we were staying in the same hotel. The pub started to shut up so we were wandering out when I felt an arm around me. She had been sitting for so long her legs were weak - so she said. I was not going to refuse to support a lady in need. As we walked she kept her arm around me and I started to imagine naughty things in my head - but we were mature people who had only just met nothing was going to happen. As we walked back we stopped into a cafe for a coffee. We sat side by side in a corner and talked more. The conversation started to get a little deeper and sexual as our coffees arrived and were consumed. The tension was building between us I could tell looking into her eyes. I mentioned I had a late start in the morning and she responded by saying she did as well. We quickly finished our coffees and headed back to the hotel. Turned out we were only 3 rooms apart from each other. We got to my door and I lent in to kiss her beautiful pink lips and that move broke the flood gates. I struggled to get the key in the door and get it open but when I did... Kisses were flowing, clothes were being thrown and we fell onto the bed. This was not sex, this was absolute fucking to relieve the stress we had built up during the night. It was hard it was fast and loud. The hotel bed ended up half way round from where it started and the covers all over the floor. We both came hard and lay on the bed catching out breathe. I had a bottle of champaign in the fridge which I popped open. We didn't worry about glasses taking it straight from the bottle. Gathering our senses a little I suggested that maybe we take a shower to cool off a little. She was straight in with the champaign bottle as well. Soap flowed over our bodies as we explored each other. I took a mouth full of the champaign and placed my mouth over her nipple swivelling the bubbles around she grasped and pulled my head in tight. I did the same on the other side. Coming up for air she looked at me and said fair is fair. She grabbed the bottle and knelt down in front of me, took a drink and wrapped her mouth around my now semi hard cock. The bubbles tickled as she moved her tongue up and down. By now I was nearly ready for round two. This time as we fell back on the bed I wanted to take my time and pleasure her properly. I slowly worked my way from top to her pussy. Taking time to nibble on her neck, worship her magnificent breasts and stop just short of her pussy. Love to circle around the mound without touching the lips and feel her squirm begging to be touched. When I finally touched her clit she exploded causing me to push my tongue deeper and lick up all her wetness. I was throbbing to enter her but wanted to hold off and continue to watch her quiver to my touch. I told her to roll over and move to the edge of the bed which she did presenting a wonderful sight. Her pussy was so wet it was glistening and almost red. I slow moved behind her and pushed forward to which I was met with a hard push back and a low moan from the back of her throat. This was going to be fun. After a some long slow stokes taking me all the way out and plunging back in I told her to set the pace by moving on my cock. She did not need a second request and I found myself needing brace as she pounded herself on my cock. Stopping her and siting on the edge of the bed I got her to sit on my lap facing me while I slide back inside her. This way I got to enjoy the look of joy on her face, suck on my tits and us my thumb to press on her clit as she slide. Another orgasm came tumbling over her and I told her I was close myself. She slide backwards off me and took my cock in her mouth. Such a great sight as I came deep in her mouth. Both exhausted we straighten the bed and fell asleep for a few hours. Morning came and we both had work to start but promised to meet after that. But that is another story for another day...

5 September 2025

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The first part of this story happened a year or so earlier where I hooked up a couple of individuals at a hotel in Sydney who were there for work themselves - John and Lisa. Both married but of course not to each other. Well after work one day on a trip to Sydney I was sitting in a quiet part of the bar enjoying a drink and relaxing after what had been a big day of handling my clients requests. They were one of those clients that demanded a lot of time and effort with only a modest return for the company but the main contact was worth it if you get my meaning (another story). I noticed out of the corner of my eye John and Lisa walk into the bar with some other people. I quickly realised it must have been some of the local staff and their client. Greasing the wheel a bit with some after hours entertainment. It was interesting sitting watching John and Lisa. They were deliberately keeping a distance from each other but knowing what had gone on I could eye the lust in their eyes as they met. After about 20 minutes John noticed me in the corner of the bar and nodded. I saw him say something to Lisa and her head snapped around with a huge grin on her face. I nodded and she turned back to a conversation with a guy who was about 60 and bald with a bit of a front and back porch - obviously The Client. A couple of people I knew from around the hotel came and went over the next 90 mins but my mind kept looking towards John and Lisa and it became apparent that theirs was targeted to me with several glances and smiles my way. After about 2 hours their party broke up and I could see John and Lisa talking to the local staff and ushering them out the door. Five minutes later they came not quite running back into the bar and straight over to me. This time they sat basically on top of each other with huge smiles. I asked how they had been since I last spoke to them and Lisa just started to giggle. John turned and said a huge thank you. They went on to tell me how after they left me they spent the next 5 hours fucking each other stupid. No talk of love just pure lust. They spent some time talking during this time about the things they had missed in their sex life and fantasies. At this Lisa got a smile on her face and looked straight at me. I said "Have you got something to say?" "Yes definitely!!" she said. "One of my fantasies has always been to have multiple men at once and John and I think you are the one that should join us. After the last time in the pool when I brushed your cock as I got out I have been thinking how big you are. What do you say?" I tried to act very cool and keep my face straight but in my pants they could see my reaction immediately. Lisa looked at John and they both looked at my groin and John said " I think we can take that as a BIG yes". Lisa slid in between where John and I were sitting and placed her hands on both a cocks at the same time and started to rub. She said it had all she had been thinking all day while negotiating the contract. I suggested that we make our way back to my room as I had negotiated with the hotel a junior suite due to all the money my company spent there. The door closed and Lisa was onto my pants like she was a starving animal and the only food was in my pants. Well 20 seconds later she was down in front of me as a lay back on the bed. She had a expert style and my cock was throbbing as it disappeared deep into her mouth. I watched John get undressed slowly as he watched and appeared to enjoy the site. Soon he had his cock which was about 7" in his hand slowly wanking himself. I motioned him to sit next to me so Lisa could take him as well. The words "I am in heaven" slipped from her mouth as she swapped across to Johns cock. I took the opportunity to remove the rest of my clothes and catch my breathe. I moved around behind Lisa and bent down to see her pussy for the first time. WOW it looked so tight and completely shaved down with just a small droplet of juice starting to appear from her lips. Rubbing my finger down from her arse I could feel her push back and once my finger slide into her pussy a groan came from her and my finger was soaked. I need to taste her so I lifted her arse and told her to roll onto the bed. John's cock came free but only for the amount of time for her to move onto the bed and then she inhaled again much to John's lust. I moved around and planted my head between her thighs. They where great for a woman of her age nice and toned and as I suspected she tasted like sweet nectar. As soon as my tongue started to touch her clit she started moving her hips into me. After awhile her legs wrapped themselves around my head and she came hard with her whole body shaking. When I came up John's cock was still planted in her mouth and her hands wrapped around his arse. I realised that she had at least one finger up his arse. John looked at me and smiled and held up 3 fingers to indicate how many she was fucking him with. Another side of John had come out. A little nod between us confirmed my suspicions. All of a sudden John's face tensed up and he yelled hard. Lisa came up with a huge load of cum in and around her mouth. It looked so hot as she took her time swallowing every drop. I could not help myself and said Lisa I need to fuck you so bad right now. A wicked smile came over her face and said "well what are you waiting for... fuck this little slut!!". My 7 1/2" slotted straight in her tight little pussy and I could feel it grab me. I began nice and slow wanting to enjoy her for as long as possible. Lisa's legs slowly came up over my shoulders and I started to build a little speed. This sent Lisa over the edge again with her begging me not to stop. Seeing this had encouraged John back to life. Lisa reached out and started stroking John slowly. While this was happening I reached down and began slowly rubbing pussy juice near Lisa's arse. I then slipped my pointer finger into her which she took without a whimper. Taking my queue another finger joined in and this time I got a bit of a reaction but still nothing saying stop so number three went in and this time rockets. Lisa looked at me and then to John and said" both of you please. I really want to feel those two cocks fucking me hard at the same time". I flipped Lisa over and she mounts me cowboy style while John moved behind her. My prep work had her ready to have John slip in her arse. I could feel John through the thin skin and oh my god it felt so good. We soon got into a rhythm and Lisa was cumming again and again. I could tell I was getting close to cumming myself as I felt my body tightening up so I buried myself deep inside Lisa and unloaded this pushed Lisa and John over the edge as well. We all collapsed on the bed and as my cock popped out of Lisa I could see John looking at it. Now I am not normally Bi but I could see Lisa looking at the scene as well. I said to John you should taste Lisa's cum. John leapt forward and took my cock slurping Lisa's juices off it with another effect as well. Soon John was sucking me hard and he was good. Lisa lay there rubbing her pussy and playing with her breasts. She moved slightly with me thinking she wanted a better view but she reached down inserting two fingers straight up my arse. It felt good and soon pushed me over the edge again with John taking a full load. As we lay there recovering they let me know that in their conversations they had planned all of this to thank me for bringing them together. I have caught up with them from time to time when our work paths have crossed. Their personal lives have not changed and their work partnership has only got stronger. In fact their company is sending them overseas shortly to give a keynote speech on how their great working partnership works. Love to hear that speech.

5 September 2025

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Adam was a heating technician. His first job this day was at Rita's house to repair her ducted heater. Adam knocked at the door and was greeted by Rita in her dressing gown. Rita showed Adam where the heating unit was and said she was going to have a shower. Once Rita had finished her shower, she found Adam at the heating unit covered in dust. He said that once he opened it, dust fell all over him. Rita offered to wash his clothes whilst he had a shower. Adam got undressed and went into Rita's shower to wash. While he was in the shower, the bathroom door opened slightly and he could see Rita's hand coming through the door holding a pair of black pantyhose. She hung them over the towel rail and called to Adam and said to put these on before you come out of the bathroom. Adam was a bit unsure of what to make of this. He finished in the shower, got dried and picked up the soft silky black pantyhose. He thought he may as well give this a try as he was thankful of Rita for washing his clothes. As he was putting on the pantyhose, he could feel his manhood starting to swell. By the time he had the pantyhose on, softly squeezing his now solid manhood and tightly encompassing his balls, he was starting to feel very horny. He looked down to see his hard shaft and balls, which could easily be seen as he was shaven and smooth down there. He was also snipped so was ready for anything that might happen. He opened the bathroom door to see Rita also wearing a pair of black pantyhose and nothing else. Her breasts pointing at him with nipples erect. Adam could see the outline of her soft shaven pussy snuggled tightly behind the pantyhose. Rita walked over to Adam and hugged him. He could feel her perky breasts press against his bare chest and he could feel his now throbbing cock pressing against her lower stomach. Rita started kissing Adam and at the same time running her soft hand up and down his solid shaft squeezing it through the silky pantyhose. Adam followed by grasping her bum cheek in one hand and rubbing his hand up and down between her pantyhose clad legs. After some time, Rita sat on the edge of her bed and pulled Adam in close so she could get her soft lips suckling his solid cock. She glided her mouth up and down his throbbing cock whilst it was still pressed against his body within the pantyhose. Adam put his hands behind her head and pulled her wet mouth closer into him. After some time, Rita got up and asked Adam to get on the bed face up. He did what he was told. Rita then straddled him, lowering her pantyhose clad pussy directly onto Adams mouth. He used his lips like a massager to work her pussy into dampness. He could taste her through the soft pantyhose. Once she was wet and panting with pleasure she got up and removed her wet pantyhose. She then asked Adam to poke out his tongue so she could slide her wet pussy over it taking it inside her. Adam continued to massage her clit until she shivered into orgasm, not once but three times. She then got up and asked Adam to remove his pantyhose. She knelt in front of him on the bed. Adam couldn't help it but put his hands on her head and guide it straight to his hard shaft to slide it deeply inside her wet mouth. Rita slid up had down his shaft many times before taking it into her soft hand and then taking his whole ball sack into her now warm wet mouth. She sucked on his balls for some time whilst squeezing has erect manhood. A short time later she let go and flopped herself back on the bed opening her legs and placing her middle finger inside her dripping pussy. Adam settled himself between her open legs, she removed her finger and grabbed Adams throbbing stick and put it inside her very wet pussy. Adam thrusted many times whilst suckling on her erect nipples before exploding a full load of his warm cum deep inside her. He continued for some time before sliding his cum covered manhood from her cum soaked pussy, watching the remainder of his cum ooze from her love hole. They laid on the bed for a short time before putting his now clean clothes back on and heading off to his next job, with a huge smile on his face, and a drained ball sack. Any Rita's out there?

5 September 2025

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I walk into a restaurant where I’ve made a reservation for myself. As the waitress takes me to my table, I see a tall dark head man sitting in the corner all by himself. As I take my seat, he looks up at me with his piecing blue eyes, I stop in Aurora as I think to myself hmm… he sure is sexy. After the waitress takes my order she leaves only to be stopped by the gentleman that was sitting by himself, they exchanged words briefly, the waitress comes back over to me and say the gentleman sitting over there has asked me to come over here and tell you that he would like you to sit with him I accept the offer. When I reach his table, the words he says to me nearly make me faint, he say “ I like to fffk you ” to which I replied to Yes, Please! 😍 as I sit down he pulls me over and starts to passionately kiss me, I like OMG! I’m dreaming, he pinches my Ass as fall on top of him. He whispers in my ear that he wants to do lots of wicked things, I’m speechless because I can’t believe this is happening to me. He tells me that I’m sexy and demands to take me home, I can’t think, all I want to do is let him have his way with me. He flags the waitress over and tells her that our food is to be ready to go, that we won’t be staying. I look at him and know that this man gets what he wants and I just obey with everything he tells me, I know I’m in for a night of sins and also be in a blissful place. Lord help me, oh, wait he is my lord! 💋❤️👅😈

4 September 2025

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I never thought I’d be writing this, but I just had to share. Last New Year’s Eve with my petite, fearless fuck buddy left me shaking. After we got back to my place after watching the fireworks she strolled in to the bedroom as I was changing with a smirk on her lips like she owned the room and set her bag down with a little flourish. “I’ve got something special for us tonight,” biting her lip she whispered, eyes locking on mine, dangerous and playful all at once. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, and traced a finger slowly down my chest, just enough to make me shiver. “Watch me,” she murmured, leaning close, breath hot against my ear, “I’m going to make you ache.” She tugged down her panties slowly, letting me glimpse just enough to feel the heat crawling up my cock. Then she leaned back, teasing herself with two fingers, circling her clit, letting out a soft moan, her frame arching toward me. Her confidence was intoxicating—every movement precise, every gasp a command. “Do you like watching?” she hissed, keeping her eyes locked on mine, already knowing the answer. She reached into her bag and pulled out the wand, pressing it to her clit. Her back arched instantly, hands gripping the sheets, moaning long and low. Then, without missing a beat, she slid the vibrating dildo inside herself, grinding, bouncing, pressing her petite body into every motion, eyes never leaving mine. “Stroke yourself… watch me… feel me shiver,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. Her moans grew louder, faster, and then she squealed as the wand hit just the right spot while the dildo pulsed inside her. She started squirting in hot, wet spurts, body trembling, hips bucking and she gasped, “I’m drowning you in me!” I groaned, stroking faster, desperate to match her intensity. She didn’t stop—grinding harder, bouncing on the dildo, pressing the wand against her clit, whispering filthy commands: “Touch me… stroke with me… harder… cum with me!” Each wave of pleasure made her shake, squeal and squirt again, drenched and quivering. I came over her, throbbing and slick, while she trembled beneath me, grinning like a tiny goddess who’d completely owned the moment. Watching her petite body, drenched, writhing and in total control, I knew nothing had ever turned me on more.

4 September 2025

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She was standing at the sink doing dishes when I walked in and even at first glance she looked hot! Barefoot, short summer skirt and a singlet top, hair pulled back to keep her a little cooler.  To me, she looked beautiful, innocently sensual. She hadn't seen or heard me come in and giggled when I embraced her from behind and nuzzled her neck.  She flicked me in the face with water, so I playfully growled and gave her sexy, barely covered bum a light smack.  "Ooo Thank you Daddy, may I have another?" she said, going with the gag and jutting her bum out.  Using my size and weight to my advantage, I pinned her to the sink, grabbed her pony tail, and turning her head, kissed her firmly on the mouth. She groaned a little and pushed back against me.  We continued kissing,  my hand in her hair, tongues entwining.  I let my hand creep  around her stomach slide up to caress her breasts, feeling her nipples harden to my caress through the thin fabric. She was grinding against my growing hardness now and cheekily flicked off her singlet, granting full access to her beautiful breasts. "Oh God yes" she gasped as I pinched and teased each nipple in turn, nibbling and kissing her neck and shoulder. "Touch me" she whispered Releasing her hair, but still pinning her to the sink I reached down under skirt.  Her panties were already damp as I started rubbing, her sex giving off an aroused heat, as she ground down on my hand. Raking the panties aside, I pushed my finger inside and she groaned again and ground down on my hand. She was on fire now as she squirmed against me and pushed her panties down giving me greater access. One finger became two, I could feel her juices on my hand as she cursed in pleasure and encouragement.  "Oh fuck, yes, finger my pussy" she groaned "Faster, deeper!" "FUCK!" Awkwardly she pushed my shorts and boxers down. She tore my hand away, and, as my cock, leaking it's own arousal now, began sliding up and down between the cheeks of that hot ass, she drew my dripping fingers into her mouth. I gripped her jaw to offer resistance as I felt her teeth bite down her tongue swirling to taste herself. She was hot, wet and very horny now her skirt pushed to a thin band around her waist. As I reached round with my free hand to finger her again, I caught a glimpse of the heady combination of passion arousal and affection in her eyes, which served only to spur me on. She released my hand from her mouth, "Please fuck me" she implored. I bent her further over the sink, and guided myself into her moist hot centre. "Oh God yes Fuck!" she exclaimed  She felt exquisite. Her heat embracing my hardness, her naked skin against mine, watching the muscles in her back flex as she pushed back against me. I reached beneath her, teasing and pinching her hard nipples as we found our rhythm, moaned expletives escaping us both as two became one. I felt the end approaching for us both and decided I wanted to see that roll across her face. I quickly withdrew and spun her around and lifted her onto the edge of the sink. Another kiss, deep, wet urgent as I lifted her parted legs and drove myself back between them. There was sweat on her brow, disheveled hair framed the flush of arousal on her face, her eyes flecked with the fire of passion. In the moment she  was both whore and angel. Beautiful.  We found our rhythm again quickly, and holding her legs I pulled her onto me again and again.  "Ready?" I asked urgently, an affirmative nod and the hiss of "yessss" "Where?" I said, so close now. "Fill me! God fill me!" she cried "I'm gonna cum!" With a final growl I thrust deep, and felt myself pulse deep inside her as she cried out and I felt her milking me.  Our eyes locked.  As the wave subsided and the earth stopped spinning, I lent in, we shared a tender kiss.  "Hmm, I think I'll have to help with the dishes more often" I quipped.

1 September 2025

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I’m not even sure what I was looking for when I placed the ad. Some physical contact, a new experience. An awkward encounter with a similarly clueless man, eager to put his hands on another. Presumably someone older than me, jaded by an inability to find the sex of his dreams (or his porn habits) instead turning to the easy option — a doppelgänger who would play with his penis for fun. The ad read ‘wanted — shower wank’ and was non-specific beyond that. Hot water + soap + nudity = mutual pleasure. As far as bait goes, there was barely anything on the hook. But somehow, it turned into my first threesome, and the best sex of my life. The first threesome I ever had fell into place in a way that felt almost surreal. The setup was like a porn film with a plot that stretched believability. Once placing the ad, a stream of responses trickled in. A couple were overly aggressive ‘let me fuck you in the ass’, ‘drain my cock’ and not worthy of reply. But then, one response stood out. A man reached out, interested — but with a twist. He very casually dropped in that he wanted to involve his girlfriend. And, as an afterthought, he asked if I’d be okay with him wearing women’s underwear. I found the request oddly endearing, although my overwhelming assumption was that he wasn’t genuine, that this was a bot or a scam, or just someone wasting time. Nowhere in his response did he even mention the scenario I was proposing, which included two men soaping each other up in the shower. He admitted it would be his first time with a man, that he was nervous. I reassured him it was fine, and that I was in a similar boat. I could talk a big game via messages but was similarly inexperienced, unsure exactly what I liked or disliked, apart from taking my clothes off and letting curiosity spark inside me. The idea of being with an inexperienced man while his girlfriend watched — or even joined in — was intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected, mostly because of the impossibility of it all. I guess this is how people fall for scams and catfishing, I told myself. As I drove toward the hotel, my excitement continually tempered with skepticism. Was this real? Would I show up and find no one there, or worse, some kind of elaborate joke? But I was a single man, with no prospects other than those in my head. I was ripe to be played and taken advantage of, but felt I ultimately had nothing to lose. I got lost twice, circling unfamiliar streets, my mind buzzing with doubts. I fulfilled the one request of me on the way — I picked up some lube from the supermarket. An odd request, given I had specified my lack of interest in anal sex of any kind. But I figured it could have a myriad of purposes, or perhaps be an obscure test of how genuine I was. Finally, I arrived. The door opened almost immediately, and there she was — his girlfriend. And she was stunning. The kind of woman who, at a glance, I’d assume wouldn’t give me the time of day. Long legs, toned body, soft curves, full lips that curled into a knowing smirk as she looked me up and down. Her hair was bleached blonde with a full five centimetres of darker regrowth, a look I had always loved. It read like a stylish choice, not a lack of care. She was confident and polite and effortlessly sexy. I kept looking for the catch, the ‘gotcha’ moment. “You found the place,” she said, and added “you’re cute”, while stepping aside to let me in. Her confidence was magnetic, effortlessly drawing me in. I stepped inside, an expansive and comfortable hotel room with a balcony overlooking the beach. The perfect place for a couple to escape reality to live out some fantasies. I wondered if perhaps they were from interstate, or what might possibly allow them such freedom to mutually arrange this visit. The space was simple but inviting — soft lighting, a long stone island bench top, some beers and a bottle of Coca Cola, with a bottle of wine open on the table. The boyfriend lurked on the other side of the bench, barely acknowledging me. He was hunched over and wearing a thin black hoodie, cradling what looked like a bourbon and coke. My assumption was a case of overwhelming nerves, and I didn’t really blame him. I went into autopilot, forgetting how otherworldly this was and slipping into my part. I accepted an offer of a drink, and we talked logistics. Condoms? Yes. Anal sex? No thanks. Play it by ear? Sure. I was still waiting for him to find his voice, for her to take a back seat. To my surprise, she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom, without speaking a word. She closed the door behind her, maintaining her light grip on my hand. “He’s still getting himself together,” she said, turning to face me. “A little nervous. But he’ll join us when he’s ready.” I swallowed, the reality of the situation settling in. Was this really happening? It felt entirely too good to be true. Before I could process it fully, she stepped in closer, her body brushing against mine, her scent — something warm and sweet — filling my senses. She placed her mouth on mine and kissed me, slowly and confidently. I kissed her back as best as I could from my frozen, semi-confused state. Before I could make any move, or even rest my hands on her body, she stepped back and gripped the hem of her sundress, lifting it up and over her head in one fluid motion. No hesitation, no shyness. Just pure, unfiltered confidence. Underneath, she was wearing nothing but a black lace thong and bra. My breath caught as I took her in, my eyes tracing the curves of her body, the smoothness of her skin. She smirked at my reaction, then reached for the front of my shirt, pulling it up over my head before working on my belt, my jeans. My hands found her waist, then slid down to grasp her ass, firm and perfect under my palms. Things were moving so fast I became determined to show some agency, some confidence of my own. She sank to her knees, her fingers curling around the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, agonisingly, she peeled them down, freeing me. I stepped out of my underwear and she brushed my penis and balls with an assessing gesture, feeling the handful and clearly liking what she saw. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, a glint of mischief in them before she leaned in, taking me into her mouth with a tenderness that sent a shudder through my spine. Her lips were soft, her tongue deliberate. I exhaled, threading my fingers into her hair, still half in disbelief that this was really happening. She worked her mouth back and forth on my cock with subtle moans and breaths, placing a hand on my lower back and tracing down to my bum. I was enjoying the view of her pert and athletic bum in the lace thong, and feeling like the luckiest man on earth to have her attention. After a while, she stood, her lips glistening, and pressed her mouth to mine. The kiss was deep, consuming. Our hands roamed, grasping, exploring. I let my palms slide up her back, then down again, fingers digging into her curves and squeezing her behind. I lifted to unfasten her bra, and she hastily helped me by standing back and sliding it off her shoulders and straight to the floor. Her breasts were small but perfect, her nipples pebbled under my touch as I leaned down to kiss them, savoring the way she arched into me. I was sliding my hands up and down, soaking in the sensation of her smooth, sweet skin as much as I possibly could. She guided me backward toward the bed, pulling me down with her. I hovered over her, pressing my lips to her neck, her collarbone, trailing my way down her stomach. She writhed beneath me, her breath hitching as I moved lower, my mouth leaving heat in its wake. When I reached the waistband of her thong, I hesitated just long enough to tease before hooking my fingers in the fabric and dragging it down. She was already visibly wet, her body responding before I even touched her properly. She was very smooth apart from a small polite landing strip perched above her vulva. I kissed the inside of her thighs, inhaling her scent, feeling her muscles tense in anticipation. Then, finally, I pressed my mouth to her, tasting her, savouring the way she gasped and arched against me. I didn’t rush. I wanted to make her fall apart. My tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, circling, teasing, pressing. She responded effortlessly, running fingers through my hair and pressing me into her, returning her hands to clutch her own breasts and grasp at her nipples. I followed suit and reached a hand up and clenched hard on a nipple, eliciting a moan that was partly a shout of excitement. It cast my mind to the other party missing from the room — what was her boyfriend doing? Was he watching from somewhere? Had he grown upset that we were having too much fun, and left? These things flickered in my mind and were quickly absorbed by the writhing sounds and scents of this beautiful woman. I was going to make the most of it regardless. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, matching the rhythm of my mouth. Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping, tugging, her moans growing louder, needier. I could feel her body tightening, her thighs trembling as pleasure built inside her. I could tell she wanted me to press harder and faster. I lifted back and caught her eye, and her gaze was mesmerising. I was in charge in a way I was not used to, and I embodied the character completely. I returned her gaze, dark with lust and longing. I could feel the walls of her vagina tense and flex around my fingers, and I pressed deeper. For at least ten minutes, I stayed there, lost in the taste of her, in the way she responded so beautifully to my touch. Then, breathless and desperate, she reached for the bedside table, grabbing a condom and pressing it into my hand. I knelt up, rolling it on quickly, and positioned myself between her legs. No hesitation, no teasing. I entered her in one slow, deep thrust, swallowing the way she gasped beneath me. The connection was immediate, electric. We moved together, shifting through positions, exploring each other with reckless hunger. The hotel window framed a breathtaking view of the beach, the waves rolling in the late afternoon sun, but my focus never left her. Even though we had only just met, our chemistry was undeniable. Every thrust, every movement was met with eager reciprocation. She held my gaze, her lips parted, her breath shallow. “I love the way you look at me when you do that,” she whispered, voice thick with pleasure. Still, no sign of her boyfriend. He eventually arrived, stepping into the dimly lit room with hesitation, his body tense with nerves. He was skinny and lean, with sporadic dark chest hair. He was wearing frilly black underwear that clung tightly to his lean frame, a contrast to the raw sexuality that had already filled the space. His eyes flickered between us, a mixture of apprehension and arousal playing across his features. He barely looked up, and had is arms folded around himself as if someone was making him do it, shy and repressed. It felt almost comical, but I owed him a great debt for the pleasure I had already had, and felt sympathy for his nerves. He dropped to his knees, attempting to take me into his mouth while his girlfriend watched, her lips slightly parted, her gaze locked onto mine with that same electrifying intensity. But I could feel his hesitation, the way his movements were uncertain, the way he barely knew where to place his hands. He was trying, but his uncertainty made it clear he needed more time to ease into this. He had one hand on my shaft and the other on the small tent poking the middle of his lacy underwear. I focused on her instead, letting my hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts, sliding over the curve of her waist. She responded eagerly, her body arching into my touch, every shift and sigh telling me exactly what she wanted. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Keep going… I love watching you like this.” We returned to having sex, her legs wrapping around my waist as I thrust into her, her breath coming in soft, urgent gasps. I could feel her tightening around me, her nails raking over my shoulders. He sat off to the side, watching with wide eyes, one hand stroking himself slowly. I could tell he was high, his movements sluggish but fascinated, his attention locked onto the way we moved together. I wasn’t complaining. If anything, the whole situation made it even hotter. After a while, his voice broke through the rhythmic sounds of our bodies moving together. “I want you to finish on her face,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. It wasn’t something I typically did, but when I glanced down at her, she bit her lip and gave me that same sultry look she’d been giving me all night. Her pupils were blown wide with lust, her expression a silent invitation. That was all the encouragement I needed. As I pulled out, she shifted onto her knees, her mouth slightly open, her tongue peeking out as she waited for me. The tension coiled in my spine, the sheer eroticism of the moment pushing me over the edge. I could see his eyes fixated on my cock, and my body, while not muscular, was flexing and shiny with sweat. With a deep groan, I came, hot and thick across her flushed skin. She closed her eyes, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips as she ran her fingers through the mess, smearing it slightly before wiping it away with a towel. The boyfriend disappeared almost immediately, mumbling something about needing a drink. I wasn’t particularly concerned. Instead, we cleaned up together, taking a moment to touch and stroke each other, the contrast between the rawness of before and the tenderness of now making it even more intimate. We stepped out onto the balcony, the cool afternoon breeze brushing against our bare skin. The beach stretched out before us, and an attentive passer by could probably spot our naked figures. I couldn’t possibly care less in that moment. She handed me a drink, and we clinked our glasses together before taking a sip. We made a bit of small talk, catching our breath. She turned to me with a satisfied smirk, her eyes flicking downward. “You have a really nice cock, you know that? Especially that thick head…” Her fingers trailed lightly over my forearm as she spoke, her voice laced with appreciation. I couldn’t help but grin. The boyfriend lingered nearby, silent. He seemed to have retreated into his own head, leaving the two of us in our own little world. After about ten minutes of lazy conversation, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my neck. “Do you want to go again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I checked the boyfriend for a reaction, but he was gazing out to sea. Who was I to say no? We moved back into the room, the anticipation building once more. I laid her down, spreading her thighs as I settled between them. I kissed my way down her body again, taking my time, savouring her shivers and soft gasps. Impossibly feeling nostalgic for moments that happened within the hour. I traced the same placed, and pressed the same buttons. Fatigued, we were slower and even more intimate. I was embodying the character again, this time feeling in love as well as lust. I had never felt so good, and my gratitude was expanding. My tongue teased her, tracing patterns over her sensitive flesh, while my fingers pressed inside her, curling just right. She arched against me, her hands twisting in the sheets, her breath coming in quick, uneven moans. The heat between us built again, effortlessly slipping back into the rhythm we had already found. Another condom, another slow, deliberate thrust as I entered her from behind this time, gripping her hips firmly as I moved. I was delighted to see her body from an angle I hadn’t considered yet. I knew I would struggle to come a second time, but that didn’t matter. The way she clenched around me, the way her moans filled the air, the way her body moved with mine — I was as hard as I had ever been, and I intended to make this last. He reappeared after a while, stepping back into the room with a newfound sense of purpose. His eyes flicked between us, his nerves from earlier seemingly replaced by something bolder. He hesitated only a moment before making his request. He wanted me to take him. I had already been clear that it wasn’t something I was into, but he asked anyway, his voice laced with hopeful anticipation. And after everything — the afternoon’s intense pleasure, the way his girlfriend had thrown herself into me with such abandon — I felt an odd sense of obligation. Like I owed him something for letting me experience this with her. So I tried. But the moment I even attempted it, the reality hit me. My body shut down, the arousal I had been riding on all night vanishing in an instant. I went completely soft. He took it in stride, laughing it off, brushing his fingers through his hair. “No worries,” he said, his tone light, though I caught the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “Maybe just come on my face instead?” I hesitated, but again, I tried. He knelt before me, eyes shut, lips slightly parted as he waited. She sat beside us on the bed, watching with an amused expression, running her fingers over her still-sensitive skin. I stroked myself, pushing for that last bit of release, but it just wasn’t happening. I spent ten long, drawn-out minutes trying, feeling the awkwardness creep in with every passing second. Eventually, I gave up. We untangled ourselves, the energy in the room shifting from feverish to something subdued, uncertain. I slipped back into my clothes, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and detachment, as if I were already watching the whole night play back in my head from a distance. A few quick goodbyes, no promises of next time. I stepped out into the cool evening air, letting the door shut behind me, and left them there in that hotel room overlooking the ocean. A week later, an email appeared in my inbox from an address I didn’t recognise. The subject line was empty, but the message itself was simple and biting — something along the lines of calling me a whore. No context, no signature. I always assumed it was him. He was probably right. But the thought didn’t bother me as much as the fact that I never saw her again. I knew her name, but that was it — no way to reach her, no way to seek her out without stepping into the realm of something desperate. I kept hoping, though. Hoping I might run into her somewhere, catch a glimpse of that sultry smile again, even just for a second. But I never did.

31 August 2025

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Some years ago I was fortunate to connect with a lady from AMM. We chatted online regularly and became good chat friends but never decided to meet in person initially. After about six months we decided to meet for lunch at a well known Gold Coast venue. It was innocent enough to start. We seemed to be quite attracted to each other. After an hour or so I accidentally touched her leg with my hand. She seemed to like the sensation of my touch. She took my hand and placed it on her thigh and I rested it there, moving it only lightly to start then I got more adventurous and moved my hand up and down her inner thighs - then I stopped. She seemed disappointed but I was not into public sex so we left it at that. We exchanged phone details and decided to stay in contact. After I got home she called. We arranged a meeting at her place for the following weekend. She met me at the door when I arrived. She looked and smelt so good. She had cooked dinner and we were to spend the night talking, and getting to know each other a little better. After dinner we sat on the lounge and she grabbed my hand and placed it firmly between her legs. She told me that I was to remove her knickers, spread her legs and suck and lick her clit and pussy until she orgasmed. She was so horny that it took only a few minutes. She tasted fantastic and I sensed that after a short time that she wanted an encore which I gladly gave her. This time it took much longer for her to orgasm. I probed my tongue and lips into and around her pussy, sucked her clit until she arched her back and orgasmed over and over as I devoured all her juices. We both got completely naked and she sat on my hard erection and rode me until I orgasmed as we kissed and I sucked on her fantastic nipples. We both went to sleep only to wake in the morning to start all over again.

31 August 2025

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Vicki and I were at Debauchery, having a good time catching up with regulars and finding new couples to play with. At some point, a guy and two women turned up. The guy and one of the women were about thirty, he was good-looking and she was very attractive. The other woman looked about ten years older. The guy went off and found a playmate to fuck and Vicki and I moved to another room to play with another couple. I was laying on my back as a woman bounced up and down on my cock and Vicki was next to me, on her knees, getting fucked by a guy with a large cock. The two new women entered the room and stood looking. The young attractive woman watched silently while the older woman began denouncing all the people in the room that were fucking. Nobody paid any attention, their only response was to continue fucking. When you are fucking in public, any audience is a good audience! The night was beginning to wind up and Vicki and I were playing with Martin and Jeannie. At one point I was on my back with Vicki kneeling on my left holding my hard cock up. Jeannie was on my right and the two of them were licking up and down each side of my cock in unison. To finish the night Vicki bounced up and down on Martin's cock while I fucked Jeannie from behind. The four of us moved out into the corridor to find Brian standing there with the very attractive young woman bent over at the waist and sucking his cock. On seeing us she said: “I need to be fucked!”. Martin and I looked at each other and he told me he had just cum when fucking Vicki. I put on a condom and slid my still-hard cock into the wet cunt of the woman sucking Brian's cock. The whole scene with the woman's overriding urge to be fucked, no matter what, was just too outrageously hot and I ended up cumming much sooner than I would have liked. But the memory lingers.

30 August 2025

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As she waited at the airport for her flight to Sydney she stared out the window and reminisced of their last night together. They had been texting throughout the day a passionate erotic story involving sun baking and coconut oil. A smiled beamed across her face. A boarding announcement was made over the loud speaker and she stood up straightened her floaty skirt, picked up her overnight bag and walked out the terminal doors. The setting sun was still warm on her bare shoulders as she walked across the tarmac, she climbed the stairs and looked for her seat. Row 12. Six, seven, eight... Oh, here it is, the back row. She opened up the overhead hatch and put up her bag. She clicked on her seatbelt as the turbines hummed. The air hostess welcomed everyone as the pilot turned the plane into position for the runway. She closed her eyes as the plane increased speed. A rush of adrenaline engulfed her as the plane lifted off the runway. Her thoughts were tantalising, and stirring a warmth within. The hostess checked on all the passengers, and asked if I needed anything... "A hot guy" flashed across my lips - but instead I said - the air conditioning is a bit cold ,I would really appreciate a blanket. She returned with a blanket and I returned to being devoured on the dining room table. My hand slipped under the blanket and honed in on my tingling slit. I was wet, and my fingers slid over my clit as I bit my lip. I was in the back row and the afternoon sunlight was disappearing. I breathed deeper as my hungry fingers dipped into my saturated hole. I slid further down into my seat and slowly pumped my fingers in and out. I imagined him being with me fucking on the table. He had finished his dinner and pushed his plate away, stood up and grabbed me by my waist and asked for desert. I quickly undid his belt buckle and unzipped his shorts and they fell to the tiles. He playfully pushed me back onto the table and lifted up my black dress and slid my hips towards his eager cock. He ran his cock along my soaking slit and teased me with it. Then he leant down and devoured my hard clit. Fuck me I yelled. He pushed his cock into my begging hole and pounded me with it. He rocked back and forth as his fingers flicked my clit. I clenched my hole around his cock simultaneously in rhythm to his rocking. My body was shuddering as he brought me closer to climax. His fingers were circling my clit and my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was breathing heavier and moaning with delight. Fuck, I yelled again as he fucked me harder and faster. I'm going to cum, so am I he said. I arched my back off the airplane seat as my fingers finished pounding me. The pilot announced “we were about to land in Sydney so please return to an upright position“. I smirked. straightened my skirt and put my self together. We landed and departed the plane. I walked out from the tunnel towards my hot guy. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close and whispered in my ear - I'm starving, can I nibble on you first...

29 August 2025

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I met a member from here the other day. I turned up straight acting chatted for a bit then got dressed up. Wig stockings g-string gloves. I met him in the bedroom he was wearing a towel. I sat on top and rubbed my little butt over his package. I got on all four and asked him to dryhump me doggy. After a bit I got him to lay down and I started teasing him by licking his shaven balls and shaft. After a while I put his head in my mouth and rolled my tongue around it. Then I started to suck his throbbing cock with very slow long strokes, down to almost gag and all the way back off. His 7" dick was hard as. I could feel him jerk around from the pleasure, after 10mins. I laid on his side and guided his hands, one to my head the other to squeeze my ass. After 20mins of gently enjoying his dick I got him to stand up, on my knees I asked him to fuck my face, he did and in a sex way. 5mins later before I could ask him to put it in my ass he said I'm going to blow, I kept going and he blew in my mouth. I'm yet to try anal again I guess my obsession with giving head to a big beautiful cock gets in the way.

28 August 2025

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A long time ago I went to a club with a partner I was seeing casually at the time. It was my first time at the swingers club. I was super excited for the nights events. I went to watch him play with other people. I’d never done this before. It was an amazing night. I watched my guy play with another mans woman which drove me insanely jealous but made me insanely horny at the same time. We watched another woman get a train over her while she lay on a table in the middle of the club. It was like watching a science experiment in class but instead we’re watching people “playing”… it was a long night, one of the best nights actually, in that sense anyway. The sex between me and my guy was amazing after that evening. When we got home that night the sex with him was insatiably intense. We reached another level on eroticism. It was great. It was so hot watching people too. He and I didn’t sleep together until we got home, the car ride home was hard. We did do oral with the door open to our room though so everyone could see…

25 August 2025

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I didn’t plan to be alone. The trip was supposed to be a celebration of ten years of marriage. I had envisioned a luxury resort and sunsets melting into the sea. But my partner canceled at the last minute. “Work emergency,” he said. I came anyway, determined not to let disappointment ruin everything. By the third night, the silence in my suite felt louder than the waves outside. I slipped into a black silk dress I hadn’t worn in years. It hugged my body like a memory. Soft, daring, a whisper of rebellion, I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I couldn’t stay in. The club was alive. Music throbbed through the floor. Lights flickered like fireflies, and bodies moved with abandon. I let myself be pulled into the rhythm. My hips swayed, and my heart raced. That’s when I saw him. He was tall, with dark eyes that lingered and a smile that felt like a secret. He didn’t ask my name. He just asked if I wanted to dance. I said yes. I couldn’t resist the attraction. We moved like we’d done it before, as if our bodies already knew the steps. His hand found the small of my back, and my fingers brushed his jaw. Every touch was a question. Every glance, a promise. After a couple of minutes, he asked if I wanted to take a walk. I obliged, curiosity overwhelming me. We walked in silence, the short distance leading to my suite. Back in my suite, the air was thick with heat and hesitation. But when his lips met mine, the hesitation vanished. We kissed like we were starving. Clothes fell away in pieces, like petals from a flower. His hands explored me slowly, deliberately, as if he was learning my language one breath at a time. I responded with urgency. My hands traced the lines of his chest, the dip of his hips, the strength in his arms. I felt powerful and wanted, like a woman waking from a long sleep. I gave him access to every part of me. He caressed every inch of my body. He worshipped my breasts, fondling them and sucking like his life depended on it. My desire flooded with want. I guided his hand to my core. He felt the wetness and spread me on the bed. He was hard as a rock! His lips worked wonders on my pussy. He flicked and sucked, and I came multiple times. I cried out with pleasure, feeling like I was going to burst. Then he plunged into me. I saw stars. I had never felt this good in years. He filled me completely, pumping me over and over until we both climaxed in each other's arms. I was shaking, and this man whose name I still didn’t know held me firmly, as if I were worth a billion dollars. He covered us with the sheets and didn’t let me go until I fell asleep. I woke in the early hours of the morning, filled with intense pleasure. I opened my eyes to see my pussy being fingered slowly while he sucked my left nipple. His eyes shone with lust as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. Just when I was about to scream in ecstasy, he replaced his fingers with his cock. From behind, he fucked me with an intensity that felt like it was in my blood. It was like meditation and medicine; I felt high, as if I were on drugs. He fucked me hard and whispered, “Call me Oscar.” Afterwards, I was so full I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up tangled in the sheets and silence. The stranger was nowhere to be found. What was his name again? Oh yes, Oscar. He was gone! As I busied myself around the suite, I thought about how wild last night was. We didn’t speak much. We didn’t need to. Our bodies did the talking: urgent, raw, electric. I let go of everything; guilt, rules, expectations. I let him take me apart and put me back together. But the second night was different. He found me again at the beach bar, just as the sun was sinking into the sea. This time, we talked. He told me about his life in Cairns, his love of painting, and his own loneliness. I shared things I hadn’t said out loud in years. When we returned to my room, it wasn’t just lust; it was intimacy. He undressed me slowly, like he was unwrapping something sacred. His fingers traced every curve, every scar, every secret. He kissed my thighs like they held answers. I felt myself melt under him, open in ways I hadn’t known I could. He kissed his way to my pussy, as if he had an assignment to discover the power within my body. He dug into my core with his mouth and fingers; it was a work of art. I had more orgasms this one night than I have had in years. I was lost in ecstasy! Then he bent me over the table and fucked me doggy style. I love being fucked that way, so I responded to every thrust, and we came undone within minutes. That night, I didn’t just feel pleasure; I felt seen. And then came the third night. I invited him before he could find me. I wanted him, not just his body, but the way he made me feel desired, daring, and alive. We didn’t rush. We bathed together first, warm water and soft laughter. He washed my hair, kissed my shoulders, and whispered things in Italian that made my skin shiver, even though I had no idea what they meant. In bed, we explored slowly. He asked what I liked. I told him. He listened. My body responded like it had been waiting for this freedom, this abandon. I discovered things I hadn’t dared to ask for. I let him guide me, challenge me, worship me. He fucked me in the corridor. He fucked me in the bath. We fucked on the bed, slower and then as though we were chasing time. It was rough and hot! While watching the movie "365 Days: Part 1," I became so wet from one of the scenes that, without saying a word, I pulled off his shorts and sat over his hard on riding him in cowgirl position. I took it slow, driving him over the edge. He turned me around and continued fucking me against the wall. Harder, faster, driving me crazy! It was electric. I moaned deeper. I let myself be wild. By the time I stood alone on my balcony again, watching the moon dip into the sea, I didn’t feel guilty. I felt reborn.

25 August 2025

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This was my first time outside of normal sexual events with girlfriends, I had only turned 18 a couple weeks before and I was crashing at my cousins house before I moved north. its was a normal Saturday night which normally was sitting on the front deck having a couple of beers and BBQ with some good music in the background. About 9-10pm rolls around and we find its still quite hot from the summer heat so we have the idea of setting up a kids small pool on the deck to sit in. this gets setup and the other two couples my male cousin and his wife and other MF couple strip down to undies and bras to jump in, me being a bit new to this was a bit shocked but followed suit and jumped in. After a another hour or so of drinking and chatting the conversation stead into what the second couple had been up to the last couple of weeks and it was brought up they attended a swingers party and was told in great details about the wild events that happened. This i think got everyone a bit on edge and listening in great detail from doing her first BBC to trying DVP with her partner and another guy. For me this was wild and i was hard as a rock sitting in 40cm of water it was hard to not be showing About 5 mins after this my cousin thought it would be a great idea to play spin the bottle, this caused over the next couple of spins for the ladies to loose there tops and us starting to make out with each other. This would be the first time for me to see mature breasts in real life and boy was I excited. My cousins wife had great firm C cups and the other lady had massive E that you could smash your face into. Within about another 5 - 10 mins the bottle got thrown out and husbands started swapping wife's to blow each other, I was a bit hesitant at first but started to play with both wife's boobs and run my hands slowly down to there pussies which were both a little bushy but trimmed. I was asked to stand up for the second wife by her husband and he moved her head around to my by then budging Cock, this wasn't my first blowjob but it was a first for someone that new what they were doing as she started to roll her tongue around my shaft and balls. Once she was blowing me both my cousin and other husband started working on my cousins wife, the noises I heard that night was music to my ears. they started with one of them on each end of her and ended with them DP her right in front of me. This was again so hot and so I asked if I was allowed to fuck the other wife ( more she fucked me ). Without hesitation she pushed me down and jumped on me sliding her self down on me. within about 3-5mins I couldn't hold it any more and wisped in her ear that I was about to Cum with that she pushed down on me and let me Cum deep within her. After the others were all finished we sat in the pool together trying to cool down and wash off all the sweat and cum off ourselves. I think later that night they did round two in there bedroom but i was totally poked and went too bed. My only regret is I never got to fuck my Cousins wife as she had a amazing body. That night certainly opened my eyes to this side of the lifestyle and still sits with me today about my kinks for older women, MFM and DP action.

24 August 2025

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