I had lived rather a sheltered life, controlled by a dominating father using religion as a rod! Married early and young cause that’s what you do! No sex before marriage allowed! 7 years that lasted and we parted amicably sharing 3 beautiful children. It was time for me to explore those desires l had smothered. A late bloomer in my thirties! I don’t recall which adult site it was! But l do recall the smoothness of her figure and our free flowing conversation! “Why dont you come and see me” she exclaimed! It was my kid free weekend and l thought what the heck why not! I started the trusty work van and this country boy from central Victoria at the time hit the road travelling to the outskirts of Mildura! It was a long drive! Some 4 hours plus! The sun was still rising as l hit the road, l enjoyed exploring new areas, time to think, ponder, what may be, what am l actually doing? The uncertainty of the unknown thrilled me, as l pushed the pedal to the metal in a feeble attempt to arrive that little bit quicker I was under strict instruction to ring her when l approached town and she would give me her address What if she didn’t answer, what if it was a hoax I hesitantly dialled and true to her word she answered and in no time l was approaching her country get away down her long dusty and winding driveway! To say l was a ball of excitement and nervous energy would be an understatement! Never had l done anything like this I could be catfished or anything! As l pulled up, she approached me from her humble abode, there was an audible sigh of relief, she looked just like her pics, tanned, slim with slightly curly and flowing brunette locks! Jeans the hugged her athletic legs and a lacy black top on! An Amazonian princess hiding in North West Victoria! I’m sure l nervously exclaimed hello! Wondering what her first impressions of me might be! I was rather dorky at the time! Still probably am but fit from my work and also tanned! At 6ft 1 l towered over her petite frame and l waited for her response Her simple and direct reply left me no doubt! “ l knew l would want to fuck you the minute l saw you!” She blurted out My god do women like this really exist, this was new ground for me, as l subconsciously pinched myself, but l was ready, eager, and already putty in her hands She invited me inside We made small talk about my trip She offered me a bourbon which l politely declined but she fumbled in the fridge to find me a much appreciated beer! Was a bit early to drink! Approaching midday but oh how did the one drink just settled my persona Then with no further ado She beckoned follow me! Gesturing with her finger Slipping her top off as she walked through the house I followed like an eager puppy admiring her physique from behind The shower turned on, great pressure l remember thinking! Funny how in the heat of the moment, work thoughts entered my head! The perils of being a Plumber The shower was one of those old types Claw foot bath with the curtain wrapped around, it would be a tight Squeeze But lm sure we would make room She was now naked and just hoped in! I really thought l was in a dream I had literally dreamt of moments like this I paused Is this really happening? It really is I quickly followed Undressing fumbling, l almost tripped out of my pants! Good start that would be! If l cracked my head open on the cast iron bath! I regained my composure And had to lift my underpants off over my already erected manhood! The blood was pumping, l was as hard as l have ever been my erection even surprised myself, l could literally feel my cock throbbing with anticipation Naked, exposed, open, nervous, vulnerable but ready I entered beside her She was adjusting the taps as l nudged behind her My hands ventured to her firm buttocks as l massaged both cheeks She quickly turned and looked up Our eyes connected under the gushing water as we kissed passionately and lustfully! I caught my breath and looked down at her firm tight breasts! It was a perfect handful for my large hands As l fondled her playing with her erect dark nipples! Boob size never bothered me! I am a nipple man The more erect the more excited l am! And God was l excited my what l saw and felt I only played for a while when she broke away and not quite dropped to her kneees! The rest is a blurr! But this l recall She took my large cock hard and deep Her lips wrapped around my shaft, and she sucked with the enthusiasm of a child on a icy pole on a hot summers day I held her head as if to guide her on the depth! But she needed no guidance, she was an expert l was the apprentice and I had never received a head job like this before As the warm water gushed over our nakedness! Still l didn’t cum! I needed friction She stopped We dried each other And continued to her bedroom! Needless to say We fucked for hours! And fucking it was Not making love This was lustful, carnal, fleshly and erotic Pheromones filled the air As we explored the depths of each others bodies Her pussy was divine, pink lips invited me, and a nice landing strip of pubic hair as if to point me to her pleasure zone! I performed oral on her engorged clit! And tasted her insides Her wetness surprised me! And her groans of satisfaction only complemented my limited experience We both had multiple orgasms, would rest for a while then go again! After hours of sex, different positions and exploration it was time for me to leave! Funny thing is we actually didn’t talk that much To this day l don’t know much about her ! And likewise I left with a brief goodbye We both knew we would not see each other again But we got want we needed and wanted It was indeed an awakening Two souls united in sex and lust Consensual and open Surely one of the greatest gifts two humans can share! And every now and again I remember my road trip And a wry smile appears on my face! And l wonder Does she recall?

1 February 2026

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Intimacy is not a memory you rehearse it is a risk you take curiosity choosing to outgrow history. A listening. A leaning in. Two nervous systems learning each other’s weather one breath at a time. Make love as if the body were an instrument, finely tuned, easily bruised, and every touch a note that matters. As if skin were a map you cannot conquer, only study with reverence. Pleasure is not a destination, but a true north that quietly corrects you whenever you lie. There is craft in this. The patience of a painter stepping back from the canvas. The courage of a poet cutting a perfect line. If your art never disturbs those faithful to dullness, never scandalises the comfortably numb, did you really undress, or did you simply remove your clothes. We live in a culture afraid of arousal, yet devoted to sedation. It flinches from the honesty of touch while mainlining distraction. It blushes at the heat of a breast but does not blink at the cold apparatus that siphons us hollow, screens humming, schedules tightening, souls optimised into silence. So of course rebellion looks erotic. Aliveness always does. To feel deeply in an age of anesthesia is a radical act. To touch without fear, to want without apology, to stay present while everything urges escape, this is intimacy as art, and art, at its core, has always been the refusal to go numb.

31 January 2026

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Sitting at the pub waiting for my meal I looked over at the next table across and there she sat looking at her phone maybe 70 or 75 hard to tell but hot and I mean a hot that's hard to describe but here goes from what I could see of her face whatever she was reading on her phone gave her a mischievous grin which lit up her face. Her white top was straining to hold back D or possibly DD breasts the pink clearly visible under the white top had to wonder if the panties matched. So I lent back slightly in my chair to see what I could see under the table unfortunately for me the quick glimpse of yep pink panties was soon ended as she looked over the top of her phone and busted me badly and her legs closed abruptly with nothing lose I made eye contact and gave a pout of disappointment. Much to my surprise she looked down my eyes followed Her's and to my surprise she had her legs spread as far apart as the little black skirt she wore would allow what she did next would of made me choke on my food if I had her hand came down under the table and pulled her panties to the side giving me a glimpse of a perfectly shaven pussy and I gotta admit it made me lick my lips. She slid two of her fingers over her clit and gently rubbed herself under the table which just made me reach under my table and give my now hard cock a squeeze the grin on her face told the whole story of being busted looking and now being teased badly. The last thing I wanted right now was my meal buzzer going but yep it did as I stood, she looked directly at my crotch, and her finger started to rub small circles around her clit I couldn't move even though that dam buzzer was going off in my hand. I reluctantly turned to the counter to collect my meal as I turned to return to my table there she stood directly in my path and simply asked if I liked the color pink my choked response was yes and everything the pink covered her laugh brought a sheepish grin to my face as she side stepped me to place her order

30 January 2026

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The lights were low enough to make every shadow feel like a dare. I backed her against the wall, close enough that the air between us seemed to sizzle, but careful not to touch—yet. The space itself was alive, charged with anticipation, every second stretching longer than the one before. My hand rose slowly, deliberately, hovering just short of her skin, teasing, testing, daring her to react. “Say stop,” I whispered, letting the words hang in the space between us. But she didn’t. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away. Her pulse betrayed her, quickening with every heartbeat, and I smiled at that—the quiet confession of desire she hadn’t said aloud. I leaned closer, mouth brushing near enough to steal her breath without taking it, letting the tension build until it became almost unbearable. When my fingers finally slid to her waist, firm and deliberate, the air between us seemed to ignite. The tension snapped like lightning—soft, sharp, perfect—and for a moment, the world ceased to exist beyond the warmth of that instant. Some experiences are understood without words. They pause… they linger. They stay with you, echoing long after the moment has passed, leaving you craving just a taste more.

28 January 2026

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Mara The first picture shouldn’t have been a big deal. It was just me in my bathroom, hair still damp from the shower, my robe hanging open enough to show a triangle of lace and the top curve of my chest. Not nude. Not even that daring. But the fact that my thumb hovered over send for a full ten seconds made my pulse thud like it had somewhere to be. Graham’s name sat at the top of the screen. His last message — from two hours ago — was still there. Made it back to the hotel. You alive over there, trouble? Trouble. He’d said it with a smile earlier too, as we’d stood in the lobby bar of the conference hotel pretending we were just two strangers chatting politely. He was older — not in a way that made him feel distant, but in a way that made him feel settled. Salt-and-pepper at his temples. Calm eyes. Hands that didn’t fidget when he spoke. He’d asked about my job like it mattered. He’d listened like it mattered more. And when I’d teased him about being “too composed,” he’d leaned in just enough to make my breath catch and said, softly, “Composed is different than controlled.” It had been hours and I could still feel the warmth of that sentence. I looked at myself in the mirror again. The lace was black. My skin looked flushed. My mouth looked like I’d been thinking about being kissed. Maybe I had. I hit send. The bubble whooshed away. Delivered. Then the little indicator: Seen. My stomach dipped so hard it felt like missing a stair. And then his reply came. You’re going to ruin my sleep. I bit my lip, smiling before I could stop myself. Is that a complaint? I typed. Three dots appeared, vanished, appeared again — the visual equivalent of someone taking a slow breath. Not a complaint. But if you’re going to distract me, you should do it properly. The words were calm. Measured. Like him. And they lit a match behind my ribs. I walked back into my bedroom, dimmed the lamp until the room looked like honey, and held my phone up again. If properly meant “more,” I could do more. I slid the robe off one shoulder. Took another photo — this one with my face half in shadow, eyes looking straight into the camera, the lace more obvious, the robe more absent. I sent it before I could talk myself out of it. This time he didn’t answer immediately. The delay made it worse. I imagined him in his room: tie loosened, sleeves rolled, glasses off, that composed mouth tightening at the corners as he looked at what I’d given him. I imagined him deciding whether to be careful with me… or not. Finally: Better. Now tell me the truth. Are you doing this because it’s fun… or because you want me to tell you what to do? My cheeks went hot. It was ridiculous — two adults, separated by hallways and floors, playing with words like they were fingers. But the question landed like it knew something about me I hadn’t said out loud. I stared at the screen. Then typed: I want you to tell me what to do. Graham Her confession hit me lower than it had any right to. I’d been sitting at the little desk by the window with an expense report open, pretending I had discipline. Then her first photo arrived and discipline became a memory. Mara wasn’t just pretty — she was alive. All sharp curiosity and soft edges. She wore confidence like a dare, but there was something under it that felt like trust if you handled it right. And if you handled it wrong, it would feel like theft. So I didn’t rush. I read her words again: I want you to tell me what to do. My thumb hovered. The temptation was to go straight for the filth. To see how far she’d go if I tugged on the right thread. But I’d learned, with time, that what really undid a person wasn’t crude language. It was being seen. I typed slowly. Then we do it on your terms. You can stop whenever you want. Say “red,” and I stop immediately. Understood? Her reply came fast. Understood. Good girl—no. Not yet. Not until she chose it. I looked at her second photo again. The shadows. The deliberate gaze. The open robe like an invitation she was trying to pretend wasn’t one. I let myself enjoy it for a moment. Then: Stand in front of the mirror. Turn the light down like you did for that photo. And take a picture that shows me what you look like when you’re trying to be brave. There. A challenge without a command. A doorway without a shove. The dots appeared instantly. Then: You’re dangerous. I smiled to myself, because she was the one about to be in trouble. Mara My hands were shaking, which made me laugh quietly because… seriously? I was in my own room. Alone. Safe. And yet I felt like I was about to step onstage. I turned the lamp down even more. My bedroom became a soft blur of gold and shadow. I stood in front of the mirror, robe open, lace catching the light. “What does brave look like?” I murmured to myself. Brave looked like my shoulders back. Brave looked like my chin lifted. Brave looked like choosing to be watched. I took the picture — full-length, mirror shot, the robe falling open enough to show lace and skin, my thighs bare, my expression steady even as my stomach flipped. Then, because I was apparently a lunatic, I took another: closer, angled, my mouth parted like I’d been interrupted mid-breath. I sent both. I waited. My body hummed with anticipation like a phone on vibrate. Seen. Then: There you are. Three words, and I swore my knees went soft. Another message followed: You’re not just brave. You’re beautiful. Now… do you want to keep teasing me, or do you want me to make you ache? I swallowed. The way he wrote — calm, confident, like he didn’t have to raise his voice to take control — made heat coil low in my belly. Make me ache, I typed, and my thumb hovered, then added: please. This time he waited long enough to make my breath stutter. Then: Good. Take the robe off. Keep the lace. And send me a photo that you would never let a stranger have. My entire body flushed at the word stranger, because that was exactly what we were. We’d talked for two nights in a hotel bar, exchanged numbers like it was casual, and now I was standing in my room with my robe in my hands feeling like I’d been waiting for this for years. I let the robe slip to the floor. The lace felt suddenly like a confession. I took the photo from the side, my silhouette in the mirror: the curve of my hip, the slope of my waist, the straps against my skin. It was intimate without being vulgar — the kind of image that made my heart race because it felt like something private had become shared. I sent it. The seen came instantly. No reply. No reply. And then—finally: That’s not for strangers, he wrote. That’s for me. I pressed my fingers against my mouth to keep from making a sound. Then he sent another message: Touch yourself. Not for the camera — for you. Tell me what you’re thinking while you do. My breath caught. I sat on the edge of my bed, phone in my hand, the room quiet except for the rain tapping the window. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere. I typed: I’m thinking about you watching. About you telling me I’m yours for this. About how I’d behave if you were here. My face burned after I hit send. And then his reply arrived like a hand at the small of my back. That’s it. Slow. Let it build. And if you want to send me one more… make it something I’ll replay in my head tomorrow. I lifted the phone again, hands unsteady, and took a short video — not explicit, but suggestive: the lace, my breathing, the way my body moved as if guided by something I couldn’t resist. My face turned away at the last second, like I was trying not to reveal how much I wanted it. I sent it. And then I put the phone down and let myself fall into the feeling. No rushing. No performance. Just the heat, the tension, the quiet pleasure of being guided by his words while alone, the way desire could fill a room without anyone else in it. My breathing turned ragged. My thoughts went soft and messy, all Graham’s voice in my head — composed, controlled, urging. When my phone buzzed, I snatched it up like it was oxygen. Graham Her video made me inhale through my teeth. Not because it showed everything — it didn’t. It didn’t have to. It showed enough: the lace, the movement, her breath. The undeniable fact that she was doing exactly what I’d told her, in her own room, because she wanted to. That was the part that got me. I’d been careful in my phrasing, careful in my pace, but there was no pretending I wasn’t affected. My control was a suit I wore well, but it was still just clothing. Underneath it, my body reacted like any man’s. I typed back: You’re being very good for me. Then I paused. Considered. Added: Tell me when you’re close. I want to know. The dots appeared almost immediately. I’m close, she wrote. I can’t… I can’t stay quiet. I stood up from the desk and moved toward the window, looking out at the lights smeared by rain. My room felt suddenly too small for the amount of want in it. I wrote: Then don’t. Let yourself. And when it happens, I want you to tell me exactly one honest thing: what you wished I’d done to you. A few seconds passed. Then: Okay. And then silence. The silence was the loudest part — the stretch where I knew she was on the edge, where my own restraint frayed. I let myself follow her there, guided by the images she’d sent and the way she’d written please like it was a gift. When my phone finally buzzed, I looked down so fast I nearly dropped it. Mara My hands were trembling when I picked up the phone. My whole body felt boneless, warm, wrung-out in the best way. I stared at the screen for a second, blinking like I’d just woken up. Then I typed, because he’d asked. Because I wanted him to know. I couldn’t hold it back. I just— I finished. Even writing it made my face flush again, like the moment was still happening. And then I added the one honest thing: I wished you’d had me up against the window. Like you owned the view. I hit send and exhaled shakily, half-laughing into my pillow. The reply came so quickly it felt like he’d been waiting with his finger poised. Graham Her message made my chest go tight. Not because it was crude — it wasn’t. It was intimate. It carried the image of her against the glass, rain outside, my hand steady at her hip, her mouth open with a sound she couldn’t keep in. And it pushed me the last few inches. I typed back with a steadiness I didn’t entirely feel: Good. I’m glad you let yourself. Then, because she deserved honesty too: You’re not the only one. I did too. I stared at that sentence for a long moment before I sent it. It felt like a confession — not shameful, just real. A bridge between two rooms. I hit send. Then I added: Sleep now, Mara. Tomorrow we go back to being polite strangers in the lobby. But tonight… you were mine, and you knew it. Mara I read it twice. Three times. My body softened all over again, the afterglow turning into something sweeter, heavier. I didn’t know if we’d ever do this again. I didn’t know if it was a one-night heat-haze that would evaporate with daylight. But I knew one thing: He had made me feel chosen. I typed back: Goodnight, Graham. I did know it. And then I turned my phone face down, hugged the pillow to my chest, and let sleep take me with the rain still tapping at the window like applause.

28 January 2026

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Sometimes you see something that is truly lovely to look at. I was lucky enough to experience one such vision as I took a shortcut through the back streets of Sydney’s upper North Shore. It was brief, very brief, as I had to concentrate on driving but there, running or it might have been jogging, was this young woman, late teens or early twenties, dressed in a light cheese cloth type textured top and shorts tracing out her delightfully cute little arse. This young woman was small, about 5’2” or 5’3”of slight build – not skinny but not voluptuous, probably classed as fit but with good sized breasts, between large oranges and a small grapefruit. What made this vision so pleasant was that, as she ran, her tits jiggled or wobbled about in her filmy, light material top, seemingly uncontrolled and unrestrained by a bra. She made it even better by slyly looking down checking out how her tits were wobbling as she ran. In my humble opinion, that is the sign of a relative innocent, inexperienced woman. More experienced worldly women never check out their tits in public, they have already checked out the bounce and how they look at home in front of a mirror but this young woman was looking at hers as she ran and was probably thinking “hey, they’re alright!’ or perhaps “hmmm, do they look alright?” and her’s was a concerned look and so perhaps the later. Now this all happened in a brief second or two as I drove past in the other direction and was made even more difficult to view by the cars that were parked beside the road and very close together, obstructing my vision, as this was near the local shopping centre and railway station. It was all over in an instant and I continued on about my business, arriving home some time later. As is my custom when I see such a sight, I sat down and had a mighty wank as I remembered her tits wobbling around and how much I would have liked to fondle them for her, savouring the softness of them as I squeezed them like little beans bags of fun. I wasn’t sure whether I would have liked them naked or still wrapped in their cheesecloth top, I went for the cheesecloth and blew my load accordingly, straining with ear popping satisfaction. It was one of those orgasms that make you feel like your gonads are going to appear in your throat. I then got on with the rest of my day. The following day I awoke to the dawn glow but it was too early to get up, so still lying down nice and warm in bed with my eyes closed, I took hold of a handful of my flaccid tool and balls and played with myself until my erection appeared and took over my hand’s full attention causing my balls to loose out. All of this fondling was to the vision in my mind of this young woman and her tits wobbling delightfully as she danced down the street. Ooooh, definitely cold shower material except I didn’t want to loose my erection to cold water anyway and so I continued enjoying myself. I had hit my left hand with a hammer as I tried to cold chisel the head off a stubborn screw the previous day and it hurt like hell when I tried to use it. Despite it hurting I still played with myself but my right hand had to do most of the work. I am right handed but I like to change it around and use my left as the old saying goes “use your left hand! It feels like someone else is playing with you”. It’s amazing what pain the adult male will endure to feel his tool hardening up. The whole episode of this young woman’s wobbling tits reminded me of a similar one some years ago now, actually about eight or nine years ago, now that I think about it. I had just retired and settled into the relatively quiet retired activity of working on the maintenance of the house and garden. There I was one day watering my garden when a young woman jogged past on the other side of the street. It was one of those moments that make you realise that being retired isn’t all that bad. She had a nice body and was (as I found out later) in her early twenties. Trying not to be too obvious I watched her sneakily out of the corner of my eye and then continued on with the gardening, making a mental note of the time and resolving in my lecherous, dirty old man way to be there tomorrow morning to see if she jogged past again. The following morning I got comfortable and sat with my cup of tea watching from the front window of the house, through the lace curtains to mask my perving activities. Sure enough she ran past again roughly about the same time. She had a nice body and looked fit with good sized tits for her slender frame and very similar to the vision I had experienced just a few day ago. Her jogging went on fairly regularly over the next few weeks and on my spare days I tried to vary my activities, sometimes perving through the front curtains and sometimes actually standing holding the garden hose or digging in the front garden. She usually ran down the other side of the street but on a few occasions she ran past my front fence. I didn’t try to hide my looking at her as she did so and nodded politely. Sometimes she would be wearing a sports bra I think it is called and would have her tits strapped flat onto her chest (I don’t see what’s sporting about that) much to my disappointment but occasionally she would have her tits wobbling around with probably not even a normal bra on. On the occasions of her tits wobbling around I tried to pretend subtlety and sort of look over the top of my glasses at her tits and her body in general. I wanted her to know that I was looking at her in a sexual perverty sort of way. One morning she jogged to a standstill right in front of me and my garden fence and said “hello Mr Johnson (not my real name)”. She knew my name?! I think my mouth must have dropped open as I was taken aback as they say. She definitely had me at a disadvantage. She continued “do you remember me? I’m Michaela Smith (you guessed it, Smith was not her real name and I am not even positive about the spelling of the first name). I knew her parents from ten or fifteen years ago and so this was little Michaela all grown up and in all the right ways. She also had very sexy eyes and they sort of flashed as she looked me straight in the eyes in a very horny way. Young women (in particular) know that old men are lecherous and like looking at their bodies at anytime of the day. Some look away as their mothers probably taught them but others who are well in control of their surroundings look at you with “come hither and root me” eyes that flash at you seductively. Anyway this one knew she was well in control of her surrounding and it was really very much erection material for me and my undies were probably well lubricated (shale we say swimming in) with pre-cum. We chatted about things in general and she told me that her mother now lived in Melbourne and her father still lived down the road from me where she had grown up and where the family originally lived until the divorce. Michaela now spent most of her time living in Melbourne close to her mother but occasionally stayed with her dad for extended periods of which this was one. There was a bit of a silence and so she bid me farewell with a “well, I had better keep going” and continued on her run. I watched her, perving at her arse until it disappeared around the corner out of sight. She turned and gave a little wave as she turned the corner and caught me still looking. Being a woman she would have known I was perving at her and her arse in particular. It’s so much more horny to perve at an arse when you have been talking to its gorgeous owner mere seconds before. Wild images of rubbing my tool up between those lovely young buns flashed through my dirty old man’s mind until I calmed down and got on with whatever I was doing. Over the next few weeks I saw her occasionally and one of those times she once again stopped on the other side of my front fence hedge. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and I asked after her parents. She didn’t talk much about them and so I let sleeping dogs lie and struggled desperately for a different subject. She rescued the situation and changed the subject to my garden and the flowers in particular. She pointed out one or two that she really liked and I explained that I had grown a few of them from cuttings and had a few just starting to flower in the greenhouse if she wanted one. She said that she had an appointment soon after her run that day so I suggested that she drop in tomorrow on her way home from her run so that she wouldn’t have to carry the plant with her on the run which made sense. She seemed delighted with that idea and she continued on her way and yes I did perve at her arse as she left. This day was one of her sports bra days and I was hoping tomorrow would be a “tits swinging free” day. I wasn’t disappointed. The next day rolled around and I heard a knock at the door and there she was hot and sweaty after her run, standing at the front door with that “well here I am” look on her face that some women get when they know they have control of the situation and the pathetic guy standing in front of them. This woman has eyes and a look that only a few women have when they are actively flirting or are interested in you. The look makes me want to pull her down then and there and have my old guy way with her as she observes, (with a bemused look on her face,) the pathetic male who due to his animalistic behaviour inherited from his cave man ancestors slobbers and writhes all over her naked body. I have noticed before that women like to watch me with that same bemused look (that says somewhat sarcastically “don’t mind me, just help yourself”) as I busy myself exploring, fondling, licking and sucking on all and sundry like a kid with some many toys and not knowing where to start. In this instance I managed to control myself but I was tingling with sex. We adjourned to the greenhouse and I think she was impressed with the plants. Despite looking as much as I could in her in the face I couldn’t help but look at her tits especially as the green house was hot and if she wasn’t already sweating due to her running then the greenhouse was certainly making her shirt top stick to her tits. She commented on the heat in the green house and pulled the material of her top forward off her sweaty tits to cool herself off but it fell back immediately and clung to them once again. I could see the different colours of her areolas as I brazenly looked at her tits like the pathetic male I am. She caught me doing it once or twice (I lingered intentionally long) before my gaze shifted quickly back up to her face. She pulled her singlet top up a millimetre or two in an half hearted token effort to conceal her tits from my gaze. We both had a bemused look on our faces as we could both see the futility of her actions as I glanced once more down at her rack. She apologized with something like “oh I’m sorry Mr Johnson. I am sorry if I am embarrassing you but I don’t wear a bra when I jog past a fellow down the street who is a pervert (there’s another one besides me in this street!?) as I like to give him a cheap thrill.” That was a chance I wasn’t going to let go as she was obviously flirting. I told her not to worry as I don’t mind looking at a good looking woman’s breasts anytime. I think I got the “oh, Mr Johnson!” exclamation at that point or whatever it was, it was false embarrassment on her part as she knew full well the effect her tits were having on me and my penis. She had moved really close to me in an effort to inspect the plant I had promised her. Her tits were so close and one of them couldn’t have been more than an inch away from my arm. She pushed closer supposedly to see the plant and her tit squashed into my arm. It wasn’t a slight brush of my arm but rather she pushed into me as if it wasn’t her tit at all but just any part of her body and that we were old friends that brushed up against each other on a regular basis. It was so delightful and I could feel the sweaty heat of her soft breast on my skin which made it even more so. I don’t specifically know what happens to penises at times like that but seemingly there must be litres (probably not quite that much considering your average penis, unless you are a horse or a donkey or me that is) of blood being pumped into them and they must also be trying to desperately to burst though the front of the guys’ pants in order to get at the woman. I know, as all guys do, that uncomfortable feeling when your gear is trying to straighten itself out from its coiled state down in the darkness of your hot, sweaty, wet undies and you would dearly like to reach down the front of your pants to rearrange everything but can’t as it is not socially acceptable. I looked down at her cleavage as she stood beside me feigning interest in the plant and I pushed back against her tit. She looked up into my face from down at her 5’2” height, with a devilish smile on her face that said “look, I know you want to put your hand on my boob”, took my hand and placed it on her deliciously rounded tit. My hand instinctively closed around her lovely breast in ecstasy that nearly made me pass out. I am an old guy don’t forget and there is my blood pressure to consider as well. Her tit was warm and soft and and and ….well, you know….words fail me. It formed beautifully, plump and round in her sweat soaked top. Every time I released my hand from her magnificent orb it returned to its magnificent original shape with a wobble before my next onslaught. Nothing was said, there was dead silence in that hot greenhouse. I took her hand and placed it on the sausage shaped lump in the front of my pants that enclosed my penis in all its erect glory as it fought frantically against the bounds of its material prison to achieve its menacing phallic juggernaut form and to point straight at this excellent young woman’s body. She took a hold of my whole cluster of balls and cock or as much as her tiny hand could hold and proceeded to rub it up and down and side to side, rolling penis and balls around, looking up at my face to wallow in the pleasure she was bestowing on me which was considerable I have to say. I couldn’t restrain myself and placed my hand between her legs and reciprocated her efforts on her plump little twat, squeezing and kneading her. I could see her breathe in deeply and push against my hand even more. She pushed her hand on top of mine to increase the pressure on her vagina, thrusting her hips forward as the animal in her came to the fore, prompting me to squeeze harder to the point of pain for me at least as my arthritic hand was starting to hurt. That drove my dirty old man lusting index through the roof; I wanted to feel her plump little twat in the flesh and the pain in my hand was going to have to suck it up! My fingers sort out the elastic waist band of her knickers and pressed between it and the warm silky delightfully soft flesh of her belly, slipping on down between her legs to cup the bald plump vulva lips of her vagina, a finger slid between them and into her moist crack, before penetrating her warm slippery little hole. She was gasping and started to breathe more heavily and grabbed my arm as my finger slid in and out like a piston rod. I stopped and apologised for hurting her. She corrected my false impression saying something like “oh no, that was good! Do that again”. I checked out through the doorway to see if anyone could see us and shut the greenhouse door slightly to cover our debauchery. She chastised me and told me to leave it open as it added to her excitement. I obeyed my sexual little fox and struggled to reach and open the, now almost out of range, door again as I mounted her leg, rubbing the bulge in my pants up against the side of her thigh in slow deliberate, hip gyrating, wiping thrusts. I held onto her far shoulder and pulled her into me, enveloping her, my hand still buried in her panties, exploring and squeezing her twat in sync as I rocked rhythmically and humped into her leg, almost bear hugging her. I looked over the top of her head out the door to see if we were indeed able to be seen but we were a fair way from the otherwise quiet, tall tree covered street anyway. In all of my concern she had been busy trying to push me off enough to undo my pants. I ceased my disgustingly unsophisticated humping of her leg so that the little darling could access my tool. She unzipped me and pulled out my pre-cum saturated cock. It sprang out abruptly from my pants flinging pre-cum though the air to land on the greenhouse bench and flowers, a clear string like strand even landing on her arm. My tool stood up hard and veiny and slightly blood red like a rampant lion looking for something to devour. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. Even as I pulled her pants down and off she stepped out of her pants still looking at my stiff, hard, blood red phallus. She picked up an old rag from the bench, gave it a shake to rid it of cobwebs and proceeded to wipe my tool and balls of some of the pre-cum before looking up seemingly for praise having done a good job of cleaning me up. I lifted her up onto the greenhouse bench prompting a little “ooo!” from her, and a dusty bench it was too. The state of the bench didn’t seem to bother her as I stood beside her, my arm around her shoulder. I used my hand to spread her legs and fingered her twat a few more times before concentrating on her clit. I tried clumsily to pull up her top with my free hand and rest it on the top of her tits. Almost impatiently she peeled the top off and sat there completely naked except for her runners. I had to stand back and admire the mind swirling sight before me. I am an old bloke don’t forget, I could have passed out with lust! She was brown all over; she must have olive skin as there were no bikini strap marks anywhere. Her body was firm and full, what you would expect of someone her age. Her body was so delightfully perfect that I could feel my cock getting even harder to the point of being painful, but I didn’t mind. Her nipples were erect (I like a good sized nipple but not too big) and stood out hard. Her tits were magnificent; the top of them sloped in slightly down her chest before they arrived at her areolas and nipples giving the tits that jutting out look. The areolas were ever so slightly raised and puffy above the surface of their tit and the nipples, as I said, were a nice size and just begging to be sucked. She sat (a devilish look on her face) with her shoulders back, thrusting out her chest to show off her rack to the poor pathetic male under her control. Her thighs were fit looking and yet padded like a woman’s thighs ought to be. I opened her legs and bent down and licked up the inside of each thigh. I kissed and licked the sweat off the roundness of each of her breasts before sucking down on the nearest nipple, slipping a finger between those plump lips to massage her clit in a slow merciless fashion, stunned in wonderment at the sight of her plump lips forming around my finger as it slid and gyrated around on her slippery clit. She had placed her arm back to support herself on the bench and was throwing her head back and thrusting out her chest to give me access to her tits, allowing me to suck on those delicious orbs; I couldn’t get close enough to this woman’s body. Damn it! Men are disgusting animals! I could feel the bumpiness of my shaft in her tiny hand as it ran up and down the full length, stopping briefly to torment the knob before plunging down the rippling shaft again dragging the foreskin back and forth over the knob, the occasional splash of pre-cum flying off the end of the foreskin with each plunge. My assault on her clit had graduated to a full on finger assault of her wet hole as with one or two fingers inserted, my hand slapped mercilessly into her plump twat lips at a frenzy pace. She was leaning back, her mouth open, “aaahhing” with each slap until the aaahging merged into a continuous flow as my slapping increased. There followed by a brief silence and then a stunted scream as she climaxed (squeezing my tool hard as she did so), ending off with a short panting session. I raised my hand from between her legs eager to get to her tits but she gasped out a quiet “don’t stop!” with a look of dismay on her face. We were going for a second orgasm it seemed but my back was killing me (I am an old guy don’t forget) and so I dropped to my knees between her legs but not before dropping a piece of foam rubber (another old guy necessity) I use for gardening onto the floor. I presented my face to her hot wet box and kissed her plump lips. She wasn’t in the mood for such niceties. She grabbed my head, positioned it in front of her snatch, tightened her grip on the back of my head and pushed my face into her crotch. It was dark in there as she ground her twat all over my face. I felt her lips wipe across my nose. It fell into her crack briefly before continuing on its way brushing across the other lip as her hands guided my head around her groin area. She leant back on one hand to support herself, just lying back, her other hand on the back of my head holding it in place and her legs gripped the sides of my head so much so that my hearing came and went from muffled back to full sound and then back to muffled as she tensed and relaxed her thighs as if she was using my head to fuck her twat. Breathing became a little difficult at one stage and I had to pull back, take a gasp and then plunge my head back into its warm dark nest between her legs. When she allowed, I resumed my munching on her clit, my eyes making a very close inspection of her short pubes, my finger just below my chin poking her hot slippery hole at the same time. I had taken over the pulling on my tool as it dangled down somewhere down there between my legs. I have never been an avid cunnilingus type of guy but this was more of a case of her wiping her twat all over may face, with me seizing the chance when I could of sucking (more slobbering over) her labia lips and licking and nibbling on her clit. It didn’t take long and I felt her tense up, her hands and legs tightening their grip on my head followed by a brief period of silence and then a pressured scream once more. She pulled my head out from between her legs and gasped out that she couldn’t do that again and I was to stop. I didn’t mind and was glad of a rest and took the chance to wipe her juices off my face. So there is this gorgeously naked young thing sprawled back on her hands, her box beckoning. I hauled her legs up and around my waist and flopped my tool onto her lovely little twat, thrusting my hips forward, driving the shaft up and down over her lips. She took my phallus in hand, inserted me and let out a little squeal of pleasure as I drove it quickly into her up to the hilt. A minute or two of frenzied animalistic thrusts into her warm wet hole and I couldn’t contain my orgasm any longer, filling her with my hot jism. I listened to the squishing sound of our juices as my shaft continued to penetrate her in those final desperate twitching thrusts of orgasmic pleasure. I strained every muscle in my groin striving to fill her completely before withdrawing, - the tool flopping down spent and loosing hardness by the second, - to watch our juices run disgustingly back out of her hole and drip from her twat lips onto the dirt floor. She didn’t seem to be out of breath at all, such is the advantage of youth I suppose. She pulled her top down to cover her tits and I dusted off her buns of potting mix before she pulled on her pants and continued on her way around her circuit of the local streets. Whether she bothered giving the other pervert a cheap thrill I don’t know, but she did come back later for her plant. After that and when she returned every so often to visit her father, she occasionally dropped in when doing her jog. I’d like to say that it was for a root but mostly it was for a chat and I didn’t mind that either. Sometimes, if I asked nicely, I got a hand job around the side of the house. As she stroked me, she would tickle and gently scratch her nails along under my scrotum as she looked up into my face with that vixen like grin. She was such a tease! That certainly helped my excitement, not that it needed that much assistance, then as she could tell my orgasm was imminent, the stroking would increase, foreskin flapping, pre-cum flying off in all directions on the downstroke and plum coloured knob exposed in all its shiny glory on the “up” and she would gently squeeze my balls in a pulsating action in an attempt to milk as much cum out of my ancient balls as she could. I am not sure if that is the way it works but hey who was I to criticize. I think she liked watching me spurt judging by the fascinated look on her face as I blew, bless her, and at her insistence, we had to do it around the side of the house (albeit at the end of a long tree shaded drive way) in possible view of the street as she liked the excitement aspect. It was like a hobby for her and who was I to deprive her of her hobby and there was the side benefit that I got to play with her tits as she attended to me. I still get a stirring in my groin when I think about her.

28 January 2026

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I hadn’t even planned on staying the night. My flight was grounded thanks to the storm rolling over the city, sheets of rain hurling against the airport windows as if the sky was angry at us all. The airline gave me a voucher and a hotel just off the strip. Nothing fancy, but clean, quiet. Room 1203. Twelfth floor. Corner room. I remember because the front desk clerk made a joke about the number, "Don’t worry, sir, no superstition here." By the time I got in, I was bone-tired. Stripped out of my damp clothes, tossed my bag on the chair, and pulled open the curtains to see the storm for myself. That’s when I saw her. Across the way, maybe two floors down, maybe three, but the same wing, lights on, blinds wide open. And she was undressing. It wasn’t a show. That’s what made it worse, or better. She was just moving through her room, barefoot on carpet, hair still damp, pulling her sweater over her head. I stood there, dumbstruck, as her bare back came into view. The line of her spine. The gentle curve of her hips in plain black panties. She had no idea. Or maybe she did. She turned slightly, enough to give me a glimpse of her chest, but not enough to feel deliberate. Just a sliver. A flash of skin. And then she vanished into the bathroom. I stood there like an idiot, suddenly aware I was still naked from the shower. My room was lit, too. The curtains open. The storm behind me. If she had looked up… Was she looking? I should have moved. Should’ve turned off the lights, should’ve closed the blinds, should’ve had some basic human decency. But I didn’t. I waited. Heart thudding in my throat like I was a kid again, caught somewhere between guilt and adrenaline. Then the bathroom door in her room cracked open. Steam rolled out first. Then came her shadow. Then her. She walked out wrapped in a towel, barely. It clung to her, damp in places, showing the contours of her hips, the curve of her breasts. Her hair was up, twisted messily in a clip. She moved to the window and paused. And looked right at me. We locked eyes. I felt it like a spark, instant and raw. My hand went still on the curtain. Her expression didn’t change, just a slight tilt of her head, like she was trying to decide if I was real. Then, slowly, so slowly, she let the towel drop. There was a moment, barely a heartbeat, where time didn’t move. She stood there, framed by the light of the room, body bare, skin kissed by the gold glow of the bedside lamp. Her breasts rose softly with each breath, nipples taut. Her stomach was flat, hips full, thighs strong. Between her legs, she was smooth, unhidden. She wasn’t teasing. She wasn’t posing. She was offering. And I couldn’t look away. My hand was already wrapped around my cock, thick and throbbing, the weight of her gaze fuelling a hunger I hadn’t felt in years. There was something about being seen. About knowing she was watching me, as much as I was watching her. Then she lay back on the bed, still angled toward the window, her legs parting slowly. Two fingers slid down her stomach. Paused. Then dipped between her thighs. Her head tilted back, lips parted. I could see her chest rise as she drew in a breath, her fingers stroking gently at first, circling, testing, coaxing pleasure. My hand moved in rhythm, tight and slick, every motion synchronized with hers like some unspoken dance. She moaned, silent to my ears but loud in my mind. Her back arched, one leg bent, opening her further, her fingers pressing deeper now, then drawing up to circle over her clit in slow, deliberate motions. God, she was beautiful. Her hips rolled, her pace quickened. I matched her, palm slick, strokes steady, every nerve in my body tightening with the buildup. Her mouth formed a soft ‘O’, her free hand gripping the sheet beneath her. Her thighs trembled. She was close. So was I. Our eyes locked one last time. And we came, together. Her face lit in ecstasy, mine flushed with release, the silence between us somehow louder than any sound. She collapsed back onto the bed, flushed and glowing, a satisfied stillness in her limbs. I leaned against the window, breath fogging the glass. It didn’t feel like voyeurism. It didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt like a secret. A moment that existed only between us. Even if we never spoke. The next morning, I checked out just after eight. Fresh shirt, coffee in hand, suitcase rolling behind me on worn carpet. She was there. At the front desk. Same eyes. Same face. Hair loose now, jeans and a sweater, the illusion of normalcy wrapped tightly around the memory of what had happened the night before. She glanced at me. I glanced at her. Nothing was said. She signed something, nodded politely to the clerk, and walked right past me without a word. Without a smile. Without a flicker of recognition. But I knew. And I think she knew I knew. Two strangers. No names. No promises. Just a moment. Burned into memory. Through the glass.

27 January 2026

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I’m not great at story telling but I’ve been part of a 3some before. It was when I got broken up with on New Year’s Eve in the city one year by someone who wasn’t emotionally available and I never should have dated... long story short. I happened to run into my ex girlfriend and her then partner. They invited me back with them and promised to cheer me up and it was unplanned but kinda just unfolded that way. So I went from tears of heart ache to watering eyes for other reasons and I have zero regrets in passionate lust and caught in the moment. Focus was all on her rather than me and I enjoyed that a lot because I wasn’t interested in her partner Not that he wasn’t attractive or well endowed, just not my type personally but we mutually wanted to give her a night to remember and help me forget my tears. I think about it often. I really would love to pleasure another woman again but also have it reciprocated mutually. I loved going down on her and making out heavily and suckling on each others breasts and just forgetting how terrible my night was before I ran into her. I loved the way she felt grinding against me as we got wetter and wetter too. Nothing compares to the uniqueness and sensory experience of woman to woman.

27 January 2026

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With my fingertips ever so lightly start caressing your body beginning at the neck my touch light as a feather continue down along the sensuous side of your mid section down to the bottom curvature of your beautiful ass cheeks tracing the curve inward towards your honey hole , not yet!!! My fingers will now run lightly up your butt crack to the sensitive lower back both hands weaving there arousing touch one hand for each side of your sexual temple across your lower back down to your curved cheeks back up to breast curvature each time getting closer to to the outside edge of your erect nipples Back down your butt crack still not yet!!! Further down your legs following the inside of your thighs down to your knees and back up to your breasts then forcefully catching you by surprise I quickly flip your trembling body of building arousal onto your back so my fingers or feather can now work there magic on the front of your heavenly temple. Now starting at the bottom of your ear lobes down the sides of your neck down the valley between your breasts tracing those gorgeous feminine lines the arousing curve of your breasts around but not quite touching your nipples yet tracing circles around your nipples closing in and slightly touching the side of your nipple. Different scenario Well being the gentleman that I am I would politely ask for your permission to help remove it for you. Once your beautiful breasts are free from irritation and your nipples aroused and hard. I know this because as I was slowly removing your bra for you. I was ever so lightly kissing the side of your neck from your ear lobe down to your shoulders. But my kiss would not reach your breasts yet because from my hand I produce a feather. I begin slowly with the lightest of touch circle your nipples trail it down the middle of your chest and across your bellybutton down to your pussy but don't touch the kitty yet left or right it's your choice whichever way you go continue down the inside of your thigh then back up the inside of your leg the other side back up the same way to your nipples and repeat. Let me know if not only your nipples are hard and erect but your pussy is moist and totally wet! Handy tip the lighter you are with the feather the more arousing it is.

25 January 2026

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The story of Rochelle and her first hock-up 1 So he cancelled on Friday which pissed me off, but on Saturday he texted me, we had some general flirty exchangers and he asked me to pick him up. He was staying just down the road around the corner, which was really cool for me. So anyway I picked him up and before I could ask he was rubbing leg. Asking me some stuff I wasn't listening to, feeling his hands wandering around my dress. My optimism quickly turned into how I could pleasure a man who obviously wants to release his frustration of his bisexuality into his desire of a feminine male. Got back here where I had my sissy room set up and all lights down low We sat on the couch and rubbed each other and kissed... He had a beard which I knew it wouldn't like and his taste was not the best. That was the only kiss. I like kissing, never forget when younger I kissed a girl who had pillows for lips. Next thing he pulled off all of his clothes and his cock was in my mouth so fast. I love the lips around my cock keep going, he said as I tried to negotiate the fatness of his cock in mind; His cock was fat and about 7". I wonder if I could get it in. Wow, it felt so good that anyone wanted to do that with me. I sucked on it for a little while and got my tongue all the way to his balls making me gag a bit. Rochelle was apprehensive she was giving a blow job to someone who knew how a slut sucked cock. Her uneasiness was put to rest when the fatness of his cock hardened and he started to pull the dress up on my back Next I took my dress off exposing the next layer of my sexuality for the first time in front of a total stranger hoping to get a reaction. Rochelle wanted to know so much about her hard work in becoming a crossdressing slut. Must of been alright because we play with each other for a while Then he asked me about the sissy room ,so I grab his cock and lead to the room He push me straight onto the bed and started to rip my panties off and rubbing my ass I thought, he is going fuck me strait away and I stretched out as far as i could and just managed to get the lube and gave to him Wham he was in and it hurt like hell. ‘get it out’ I said. Let's start was something smaller passing a medium size dildo to him. Without a word he worked my asshole over. 2 So he was using the dildo in my ass, started off slow and it wasn't long before he had the whole thing in there. moving all around , in and out. I was waiting for the next thing, then he pulled it out. I moved to the middle of the bed on all fours and placed my head into the pillows exposing my gaping ass in the air. He rolled in behind and with ease he slipped his hot hard cock into the waiting hole. I felt the weight of his body slowly forcing down on my hips and I let out a moan of pleasure. Back and forward motions started to increase in pace. I was feeling no pain but instead my mind was floating into a world of heavenly lust of sissy slut. I just let it go and pushed my head further into the pillow to muffle the mix of moans and groans I was not sure how to release. Then he stopped... Looking up I knew he wanted a new position. Rolling onto my side sticking my leg into the air. We went for it again, but it wasn't going as well and he got off the bed to look down on me and I could see the amorous drips perspiration glistening on his chest in the dim light 3 I just wanted him in me, and immersed back into the pillows. Sure enough he was back in with a bit more vigour and my pleasure increased to a point of... Holy shit where the fuck am I, oh fuck what is happening with dry tears of joy rolling around in haze of confusion of man who was lost in his fantasy world of Rochelle's desires of becoming a crossdressing piss slut. It was only a few months earlier this lonely old man was pulling his pud to porn wishing to be the one on the film. Rochelle's rapture instantly became lust and started to push back on her knees to get the full length of the tower of power that was driving her into a foul mouth dirty slut that no mother should hear. In hearing this he jumped to the other side of the bed and pulled her face straight onto his raging cock closing down any thoughts of being a pin cushion and faced fucked her to the appurtenant of lost of breath. Eyes rolling back in her head she wondered if she could take it anymore. Lucky the next thing Rochelle knew was her face was back in the pillows screaming harder not wanting it to stop. Then it happened, the climax. Those last few pumps that you know leaves a man emission of semen, and turns him into a guilty narcissist self-absorption of nasty copulation with the person you just fucked. Wow, I didn't think I would come up with that. Getting off the bed and straight to the bathroom. Rochelle was left in a recovery mode that was more exhausted than she could ever know and with a huge smile on her face, like a giggling school girl fulfilling her character of a sissy slut. Getting up she put a new pair of panties on. 4 Going back into the lo wondering what’s going to happen next to see him putting his shirt back over his head saying “can you take me back now”. With that i grab the keys and open the garage door and get into the car still in a daze giddy disorganization of blissful bewilderment. The drive back was not like the drive there and was quiet and fast. Pulling up to drop, Rochelle plucked up the courage to ask how he thought the night went for him. Opening the door Rochelle couldn't quite hear what he said, but heard the word wife and instantly knew she would not be seeing this guy again. Rochelle didn’t really care because she got what she wanted. Halfway home she could feel herself leaking into her panties and knowing when she's got home that she will be immersed in the thoughts of a sissy slut with a creampie to savour and enjoy to the full.

24 January 2026

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Amazing Threesome Experience. So my wife and I have been in the lifestyle for nearly two years now. We’re in an ENM marriage and have been having fun attending some clubs, and sex party events in the city and really enjoying ourselves. My Wife is extremely Bisexual, but I also love her going off to be a hotwife, and love seeing her fuck other guys. We have a female friend, J, who often attends the parties with us, and we’ve all played together numerous times, but I’d never fucked her at the events, just amazing soft play. I casually messaged her on Christmas day to wish her well, and her response was simply, “Merry Christmas, are you going to fuck me soon?” to which I replied, “Well, it is the season…;)” she said “Merry Christmas to me then ;)”. With some back and forth dirty messages, we set a date: from then on, the anticipation was immense. I couldn't wait. I was constantly thinking about fucking her tight wet pussy that I had played with so many times. I was messaging her telling her how she was going to be fucked, and she was telling me how much she couldn't wait to be fucked. My wife was also very excited; she had also had multiple encounters with us both at the parties, and loved how J played with her using toys and her hands until J makes her cum. The day finally came, and the tension was reaching breaking point. We were also breaking one of our little rules; having someone in our house, in our bed… it already felt naughty. My wife and I had been dirty talking while fucking each other, about what we were going to do when J was finally in our bed. Making my wife watch as my cock got hard for her, and slipped inside her pussy and make my wife lick her cum off it… we were so horny that day! The evening finally came around. We had asked her over for some drinks beforehand and to catch up… She was of course inevitably late, but the doorbell finally rang, and I could see her on the doorbell camera looking fantastic. I welcomed her into the house; she was wearing a short flowing red dress, her hair looked amazing and she looked beautiful as always. She entered the house and smiled. She gave me a peck on the cheek and looked at me with sultry sexy eyes and we were thinking the same thing. Let's just go and bang! We walked through to the living room, she kissed my wife and she sat down in the corner of the couch and got comfortable, I sat opposite her in the other corner and my wife sat on the second couch. I made her a drink and poured myself a glass of red. We had a few drinks to lighten up, chatting was tense; all I could think about was having fun with both my wife and J. J kept flashing her panties at me discreetly while sitting down, like she didn't want me to see too much under her dress, but she was wearing some lacy black panties and this got my cock hard thinking about her. J is a beautiful 5”4” petite brunette, sexy in all the right places, with silky smooth skin, a fantastic ass, huge playful tits (Double J, [that’s not at typo] breasts!) and an amazingly tight, smooth wet pussy that always tastes great; I’ve loved to play with her and tongue her clit till she comes in my face - she moans everytime - so I was very excited about the expectations for fucking her pussy this time. She had brought a few toys with her, and wanted to show my wife what she had in store for her. She also brought back the double ended dildo we had left with her by accident at a previous party…and she joked that it was probably covered in cat hair. We sat and chatted and drank a little, as we were waiting for a good time to put our dog to bed… So when the time came, my wife said “Lets go upstairs” and J said “about time!” And the girls went upstairs to our bedroom… I had to stay downstairs for a few minutes, while letting out our dog before I could go upstairs, this felt like the longest doggy bedtime ever! I went upstairs and opened our bedroom door and could see the girls had already started, I missed the undressing! J was just in her panties, under the covers and J had begun going down on my naked wife and I could hear her moaning already. I locked the door, and went around the other side of the bed to watch and pulled the covers down off them both and flung them on the floor - Js tits were bouncing around while my wife was already enjoying herself with J’s tongue in her pussy. J asked me to get some lube - I passed her the bottle, but she said, “No, for my pussy!” I took off my shirt and pants and sat next to them, rubbing J’s silky smooth back, her skin felt like velvet and my hands glided down to her ass where I rolled my hand over her panties and caressed her cheeks softly. She reached down and slipped her panties off effortlessly, revealing her glistening little pussy; pink and wet and very enticing. I couldn’t help myself, I immediately took this as a green light, pulled off my boxers, placed some lube on my hand and rubbed it into her, and swiftly began touching her pussy, lightly teasing her lips and clit before running my tongue around her, and tasting her juices. By now J had her special little toy out. A short stumpy dildo with a clit suction cup on it, she slid it inside my wife’s hot pussy and began twirling it inside her, turning on the vibration function of the dildo, my wife began to moan and heave herself onto it more and more until it was right in her and resting on her clit. I watched whilst still playing with J’s pussy, looking over occasionally from licking her to see what was happening - and then J switched on the suction function of the toy, and placed it right on my wife’s clit - she instantly started to moan more intensely as J placed it on and off her clit - continuing to move it in and out of her pussy - she was so wet I could see her about to squirt. The intensity turned to climax as she came so hard from the clit suction, her pussy exploded and a stream of squirt was sent across the bed, and J began licking it off my wife’s thighs and tried to go down on her again, but my wife had just cum so hard, she had to push J’s head back off her and rest. I was to the side of J, licking her pussy inverted so I could get a good view of everything that had just happened - I lent over, my hand still fingering her pussy and kissed my wife, my lips all covered in J’s Juices, I kissed J and then went back behind her holding her ass cheeks open with my hands and began licking her soft wet pussy with my face in her ass. I was SO hard and tempted, I wanted her so badly; so I lifted my head up to hers and whispered in her ear, “Can I fuck you now?” she promptly replied “YES! “ I went behind her, and slipped my hard cock into her wet pussy, feeling it slide down between her and reaching the back of her insides. I began trusting my cock in to her, hard and slow at first then building the tempo till I could sense her feeling it, enjoying my cock inside her, thrusting in and out of her pussy, arousing her more and more with each stroke - I began pounding into her, grasping her hips and tits as I plunged my cock deeper and deeper, resting it inside her every now and then and riding it up to the hilt; I could feel the back of her pussy on the tip of my cock, and it felt amazing. Smashing my balls against her pussy and clit. She began moaning and saying “oh, fuck me yeah!” My wife was alongside us watching me bang our friend, and rubbing her pussy, which had now had time to rest from her climax… she was watching, thrilled by the view, the sex, the moaning, my cock sliding in and out of J’s pussy. I was cupping her tits with my hands and reaching over to my wife to slip my fingers in her while I was banging J, she was loving it as much as I was. J began to moan faster and louder, I could feel her pussy riding my cock, and it was starting to cum - I kept fucking her, keeping the pace with her moans, and maintaining it… she quicky came as i pounded her, and slid my cock as deep as I could as she climaxed forcing her to take it all in. She slowly slipped off my cock and fell onto the bed, elated and accomplished, panting to catch her breath. I couldn’t help myself, I had to get a taste. So I dove down and began licking her pussy, and she held my head on herself as she came again almost immediately. At the same time my wife began licking her juices off my cock while still playing with herself. J leaned over to me and said, “How about you fuck your wife, while i sit on her face?!” so I grabbed my wife and quickly shoved my cock in her, and started fucking, while she lay on her back. J rode up to meet my wife’s mouth and sat on her while she began licking J’s pussy intensely - both of them moaning together was so hot, I reached in and pushed my fingers back in J’s pussy from behind, and then she started grinding my hand and my wife’s face, I could feel her pussy tense up for another orgasm. My wife in the firing line for another squirt perhaps? She J came, and her wetness went all over my wife: I lifted up her ass so I could get my face wet from her pussy, rubbing my lips across her pussy lips and feeling her juices spreading across myself and my wife. It felt so good. I kept fucking my wife, harder and faster grabbing her legs and lifting them up to her head as I pumped my hard cock right down to my balls inside her pussy. She came hard on my cock, her juices dripping down onto the bed and I was now looking at J’s naked body, who was resting to the side of us. I pulled out of my wife and pushed J’s leg against the bed, and put my cock straight into her pussy, her laying sideways and began fucking her. My wife getting a close up of my cock fucking her from just behind her ass. I took my cock out and slipped it into my wife’s mouth, making her taste J on my cock, then back into J’s pussy. It felt so intense having each of them take it in turns with my cock, one in her pussy the other in her mouth, but now I wanted to fuck them both like that. I grabbed J and moved her around and spread her legs, and mimicked to my wife to do the same, they both lay there on their backs, legs open, pussies inviting, I began fingering both of them at the same time, while they took it upon themselves to kiss each other while I had my fun, fingers in each of their pussies, I played with them equally until I had to get my tongue involved. I started on my wife’s pussy - licking around it and tasting it, flicking her clit with my tongue while my fingers worked around inside her; with my other hand fingering J. I swapped and began licking J’s pussy the same, and at intervals swapped back and forth giving them each a fair turn of my tongue. When they were worked up and getting really wet, I rubbed some lube on my rock hard cock and began fucking my wife, thrusting her deeply and satisfyingly for a short while, and then swapping around to fuck J the same. It was so intense, having two pussies both yearning for my cock was so fulfilling. I kept fucking them in turn until my wife came again, her legs shaking between thrusts, my cock slipped out of her climaxing wet pussy and I slid it straight in the J, and began fucking her harder till she was coming too. We all took a short break on the bed, to get our breaths back, rest ourselves and the girls needed a moment to let their pussies recover. We lay there stroking each other, I was playing with the girls' tits. J’s tits are huge, they need both hands to hold them and my wife and I got to play with one each, licking her nipples and fondling her. I was lightly tracing her pussy lips with my fingers and she was making out with my wife and she was stroking my cock. It was so hot, like a little foreplay cuddle puddle. J then started to stroke my cock harder, and faster, cupping my balls between her hands and jerking my cock perfectly - her grip was amazing, it felt so good. She made her way down my body with her tongue until she met the base of my shaft and then licked right up to the tip, wrapped her tongue around the end of my cock, and then plunged it deep in her throat and began sucking, in the best way possible. Her mouth was gagging on me deep within her mouth, her tongue massaging my tip. She went at it for a good while, her mouth was dripping with her spit, my cock was soaked - so I thought this would be a good time to start fucking her again. So I sat up on the bed, rested my back against the bedhead and invited her to sit on my cock. She crawled over me and squatted down, perfectly aligning her pussy with my cock and it delved straight into her wet hole. She began riding me, cowgirl style, my cock deep inside her. I could feel all of her pussy wrapped around my cock, and the back of her rubbing the tip. It was amazing, she was bouncing on my cock, stopping and gyrating herself on me, not pausing for anything. I got my wife to lay next to us with her pussy over my hand so I could feel her and finger her wetness. She was helping J lift herself up and down on my cock, so every stroke was deep and intense. I could feel her pussy extent on the tip of my cock, stretching her with every downward push. At one point she sat up and nearly let my cock fall out, her pussy was so wet and slippery. I lifted up my hips to meet her ass, fill her pussy with my cock again, and began pounding her hard from beneath her, fast and fierce, she moaned with excitement and squirted all over my cock and the bed, my cock still racing in and out of her as she came… she had to buck off me and lay down to rest. Kissing me lustfully as she lay next to me, my wife then got on top of me and began riding my soaked cock, all gleaming with juices. We had been banging each other and playing for over two hours now, and the intensity kept going up. With every act defining a new desire, I wanted to satisfy the girls and had achieved what I didn’t think I could do. Even at the very beginning my cock felt like it was ready to cum the moment I entered J’s perfect pussy - I had to hold on not to cum all night - I was surprised, and feeling proud that this experience had surpassed my expectations - I was ready to cum. J was determined that it would be her that finished me and I think she felt she owed it, to prove it, to herself to make me cum - I felt a bit insecure that she should be the one, but my wife seemed content to let her do it. My wife later said, “I’ve made you cum so many times, I didn’t mind”. J started sucking my cock again, and didn’t stop for anything - she wanted it, and was very dominant in sucking my cock - she only stopped to ride my cock again, briefly to rest her mouth, it was the most phenomenal blowjob, and the switch to her pussy was intense. I tried to hold back, but my efforts against her efforts was outdone - I grabbed her and pulled her off me, I didn’t have the courage at the time to cum in her, or her mouth - I grabbed my cock and jerked it the last few strokes before I came, hard and extensive, most of it got on J’s huge tits and the rest on my wife's naked body; who had been happily laying there taking in the views... I collapsed on the bed and grabbed J and kissed her, then turned to my wife as I lay between them and kissed her. We all then lay there holding each other, sweat pouring off each of us, and we rested there, taking in the moment with and thoughtfully reflecting on the recent activities. J left our house, although I really wanted her to stay, but my wife and I had already broken one boundary - having another person in our bed. We both thanked her for the phenomenal experience and we’re all going to do it again! I can’t wait. The sex the next morning with my wife was so intense - like when she goes off hotwifing with her male friends and comes home to tell me all about her experience. It’s brought us even closer together and given us yet another possibility for sexual exploration - we can’t wait to attend our next party together with our friend and any one else who wants to join in - I just wanted to share this experience… I hope that others like what they read.

23 January 2026

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Today I was at a shopping centre to get some stuff from Kmart and Woolies. On my way out, heading into the carpark, I spotted a sexy women dressed in black yoga pants, a black top and she was wearing sunnies. As she crossed the road, she approached me as our paths crossed, I said 'excuse me' and got her attention. I said, 'I just spotted you from over there and I found you a little bit distracting' with a grin on my face. She smiled and laughed. I introduced myself and she gave me her name. I noticed straight away that she had an accent and I asked her if she was French, which she answered 'yes'. We made some small talk and I used my rizz to create some playful banter to make her laugh and feel a spark of attraction towards me. After a while, I asked her what she was here for, she was just going to grab some lunch, so I suggested I join her because I was really hungry, she obliged. So we went to the food court and I got me a big chicken kebab, while she had some thai takeaway. We sat at one of the tables and ate and chatted more. The vibe was good, and I knew how to play the game with French women as I have had girlfriends from France in the past. She mentioned she liked to paint and draw, as an artist myself, I was interested and I asked her if I could see some of her pieces. She said sure, lets go to my place to see. Sweet, and we decided to meet there, she gave me her address and off we went. Her place was only 5 minutes away. She had a two bedroom unit, sharing with a friend, who was at work. She offered me some juice and showed me her gold fish. She put some ambient lounge music on and took me to her room. She had a ton of paintings in her wardrobe, mostly abstract and they were really good. We looked at them for a while, I was sat at the end of her double bed. She then put them back into her wardrobe and sat down next to me. She asked me if I had ever been with a french women? I told her yes, a few, all brunettes, just like you. She put her hand on my shorts at the top and pulled them down including my boxers. She wasn't wasting anytime or mucking about, very forward. She grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth and started yanking on it while sucking it hard. She did that for about 10 minutes, working on it like only a good girl knows how. I was rock solid by then. She stood up and took her top off, while I pulled down her yoga pants. She had a g-string on and I felt her arse and legs with my hands to gauge what kind of fun I was about to have. She had a great body and I pulled that thong off her and had a good look at her shaven pussy. I gave it a small rub with my left hand before she pushed me back onto her bed. As I lay down, she hoped on top, mounted me and put my cock inside her, before she started to ride me. All I had to do was lay back and enjoy. Her hands were on my chest as she continued to ride me using her waist/hips to move perfectly up, down and back and forth, like a real cowgirl. After maybe 15 minutes, she turned around to reverse cowgirl, presenting her arse to me, so I slipped it in and she continued to do all the work. This felt amazing to be fair and I had to concentrate so as to not cum because I could see my cock going into her and her little bumhole squeezing open and shut. She called me a real leader and a boss, for my confidence to approach her had made her feel attracted to me and very horny. That is why she wanted to fuck me immediately. It was now time for me to take control as I got up onto my knees, spun her around and bent her over. I had that little pussy of hers sneaking out the back and I worked my cock in there nice and slowly to tease her. Once fully in, I went hard and fast and really gave it to her. She was flustered and moaning heavily. I knew she was gonna cum if I continued. She started rubbing her clit and she was getting closer to climaxing. I stepped it up to the next level and had her orgasm within a few minutes. She released all her energy in one motion of magical bliss. It was satisfying to get the job done, now all left to do was cum myself. So I lay down and she gave me a solid hand job whilst sucking on my knob until I cummed into her mouth. Merci French women. That was a great wednesday afternoon session. French women are sexy little things.

21 January 2026

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Walking around the neighbourhood on my day off, my wife is at work. A woman approaches me saying she is new to the area and ask for directions. I insist on helping her out, as I’m telling her directions she randomly says she’s actually horny and is looking for someone to fuck. She reaches out and grabs my cock through the window and starts rubbing it, as I start to get hard. I can’t contain myself, I start feeling her breast as she tells me to get in the car. We drive just around the corner to a nice secluded spot and hop in the back seat, she starts salivating on my cock ramming it down her throat, so sloppy and wet, she looks up to me as I pull her up on my lap and slide her down on my cock she’s so wet moaning uncontrollable, she’s bouncing all over it I put her in doggy and have at it, I slip a finger in her ass as I’m fucking her tight wet pussy I start kissing on her neck and she starts to cum squirting all over as she squirts I busted the biggest load into her tight nice pussy, after we finish we both went out ways meeting up in discreet every now and again.

20 January 2026

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I was invited back to my old work's Christmas party where I have lots a strong connections with the people that work there. The party had about 60 people there and the majority there were females (there was probably about 10 guys). There was one or two women that I had my eye on whilst working with them but wouldn't ever cross professional lines by hooking up with them. Enjoyed a great night with everyone but there was no real possibilities for anything further. I volunteered to drive home two of the ladies whom I'd been dancing & chatting with as they were going to continue their partying in the city and we were out in the suburbs a while away. One of them was in the passenger seat next to me and the other flaked out in the back seat. Found ourselves in the car and I couldn't resist but politely slide my hand onto her breast inside her bra. My approach was welcomed and she encouraged my exploration so my hand could venture further south between her legs. All whilst driving I slid my hand underneath her skirt and I carefully pried her underwear to one side to where my fingers found her very soft, very warm and very wet pussy. She moaned as I caressed her and I had to be careful as our drive found us doing speed. Luckily we'd ventured into some freeway roadworks where our speed could drop to a safer 40kms. This is where she found my cock through my pants and she unzipped me. She proceeded to stroke me whilst I played with her, massaging her clit and sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy. Her friend in the meantime was out like a light and had fallen into a deep sleep. We finally arrived at their home after about 90 mins later (I strategically ensured our drive was extended by choosing residential streets) where my frisky friend had fallen asleep and the owner of the home in the backseat arose and led us inside. My wet and frisky companion was completely exhausted and my back seat sleeper accompanied her into bed so she could rest. Meanwhile my sleepy friend decided that she'd turn her attention to me. Wow! I felt like I'd won the lottery as we proceeded to kiss, suck and fuck our way into the late morning hours. We fucked about x 4 times in the next 3 hours and I left exhausted and knees weary from carpet burn as the sweat, heat and lust provided the necessary lubrication to assist our salacious nocturnal indulgences. I got home about 4am to rest and recover. The memory of that night brings a smile to my face every time. 🔥😊

19 January 2026

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Master and Slut I am naked spread eagled on the work bench. Am I safe or have I put myself in danger and at the mercy of a stranger who calls himself Master? My thoughts are interrupted when my headphones are lifted and Master announces: ‘Slut I am going to leave you for a few minutes. While I am gone, I expect you to lie perfectly still and, in your mind's, eye replay my seduction thus far. Remember you are my toy for the night. When I return if you have obeyed me and have not earned my displeasure you will be treated to the scent and taste of your Master’s Manhood. But before I leave, I am going to take snapshot of your naked body spread eagled on my work bench. I don't say it boastingly but the black collars around your wrists ankles and neck and tied to my workbench with the red rope will make a great photo. Adding the sixth red rope to you neck collar and placing it artfully just outside your pussy lips is especially evocative. Not only will the end of the rope be handy to tickle your pussy, but if need be it will keep you leashed, and under my control.’ Master replaces my headphones and readjusts my blindfold blocking out all visual and auditory distractions. Floating in a void of nothingness I feel the faintest of faintest tickle on my Yoni. I guess Master is tickling my Fanny with the rope secured to my neck collar. ‘Who would believe titivation with a rope could be so sexually arousing? Absolute stillness prevails so I guess Master has left the room and I am alone. Adrift in a floating world every cell in my body is alive and on fire with lust and desire, but still a little voice nags me that I am a fool to put myself in such a vulnerable position. For the last hour or more my Master has ravished me and indulged my senses with glorious unabridged debauchery. Being dominated and controlled by Master has been a welcomed change from the usual lack luster missionary style of 'wham bam thank you Mamme.' However, I have to admit I also feel a tiny tinge of apprehension. Any normal woman would be filled with trepidation. But perhaps I am anything but normal? In the past out of necessity I have mostly needed to take the lead. Not because I necessarily wanted to, but more due to the fact the man was either inept as a lover or devoid of leadership qualities. When my sexual partner is grounded in his masculinity I feel safe to let go and relax, but sadly all too often my partner has been afflicted with the ‘Physical and emotional inertia syndrome.’ I could choose to lie still and think of England but I am not an empty vessel to be filled nor am I a piece of wood to be drilled so instead I choose to take lead and I have a few tricks up my sleeve to sexually arouse both myself and my partner, but this becomes rather tedious as it is more often the norm rather than the exception. Not only is it draining but also kills my spontaneity and ultimately I fear my sex drive will diminish. Like many of my sister’s I long to relinquish power and hand the baton on. To receive and relax as apposed to always giving and calling the shots. To be given free reign to explore my inner Whore is very appealing. Nevertheless I question my decision to agree to be a slut for a stranger. ‘Can I trust him? Am I safe?’ Mulling over the pros and cons is unsettling and if Master takes too long to return I will start to have more and more misgivings about what was ahead for me. It is challenging to let go of negativity so I try taking myself to task and give myself a pep talk: ‘All will be revealed. Go with the flow and enjoy the debauchery. This is an opportunity to indulge your long held fantasy to be dominated. Don’t be a wimp and give into fear. So far you have already enjoyed the mixture of pain and pleasure and being in heightened state of sexual arousal has filled your cup to over flowing. Don’t back out. Instead imagine what Master has planned to further enhance your sexual pleasure.' My pep talk over I concentrate all my will power to obey Master’s command repeating his instructions out loud: ‘While I am gone lie perfectly still and in your minds eye replay my seduction time thus far.’ A very masculine deep guttural and commanding voice is singing in my headphones, so I let my mind to dance back in time to the beginning of my Master and Whore adventure. It was two minutes away from the bewitching hour. Two minutes away from turning eighty-three and I pondered: ‘Will this be a birthday celebration to remember? Or will I add it to the multitude of a deep well of disappointing sexual adventures?’ I stood nervously at Master’s front door dressed in a hat, stilettos, stockings, and a long flowing feather trimmed sheer black robe covering my skimpy tight fitting black dress. Before leaving home I had double checked my image in the mirror and was confident I looked suitably alluring and sexy but even so I struggled to maintain my bravado and felt the sudden urge to flee but somehow, managed not to heed the voice shouting in my ear: 'You are an idiot! Do you really think you can be a slut for a stranger? A stranger who calls himself 'Master!' Run before it is too late and you make a total fool of yourself! Where is your self respect?' My heart was racing but mustering all my courage I knocked gently on the large wooden green door inwardly praying my soft tap would go unheeded. In my head the song ‘Green door’ helped to distract me from the trepidation threatening to overpower me: ‘Midnight one more night without sleeping. Watching till the morning comes creeping. Green door what’s that secret your keeping’? And I wondered if there was an eyeball peeping behind the green door? What else was behind the large green timber door? Suddenly, the door was flung open and Master wordlessly beckoned me to enter. Obediently, like a puppet on a string (or perhaps lamb to the slaughter) I stepped across the thresh hold. I glanced around the dimly candle lit room with nervous anticipation. The tall bare footed well built stranger standing before me was wearing a black shirt and black pants. His handsome face framed in shoulder length blonde hair was expressionless, but his eyes reflected a smoldering sexual desire. My excitement was undeniable. The lure of debauchery and lust seductively arousing. Even so a little voice urged me to: ‘Leg it!’ Perhaps Master sensed I was on the verge of fleeing because suddenly Master’s deep sexy voice boomed out: ‘Slut if you want to leave do so now. I can’t tolerate wimps, but if you decide to stay these are the rules. Rule number one: You are my Whore, my slut, my salve, my plaything, and at all times you will address me as Master, King, God, Viking, My Lord or Warrior. Rule number two: You must do my bidding and follow my every command. Rule number three: You must do everything in your power to please your Master. Rule number four: Otherwise accept your punishment without a whimper. Rule number five: If you are not able to continue just say the word ‘Pink' and I will cease what ever is bringing you discomfort but it will not please me. Is that clearly understood Slut’? Before I could reply Master repeated his question: ‘I asked you a question Slut. Is that clearly understood?’ ‘Yes! ’I hastened to reply. ‘Yes who?’ Demanded Master. ‘YES MASTER’ I blurted quickly. ‘Well Whore you are starting to get the idea and so far your Master is pleased that you have dressed in your Slut gear as I instructed. You almost look fuckable but don’t let flattery fill your head with nonsense. First you need to prove that you are a worthy Whore for play time with your King. I trust you are primed and ready for me to use you as my toy?’ ‘Yes Master’ I answered in a whisper which was strange giving the fact that we were alone, but I was in awe. Not only by his commanding presence but his husky deep voice sent shivers of desire racing through my body. Standing about two meters away from Master I waited with bated breath ready to obey Master’s every command My legs wobbled like jelly. Well, that is what it felt like. In fact, I wished I had opted not to wear the absurdly high gold sequenced stilettos. I felt I was about to full flat on my face. Literally as well as metaphorically. Seconds ticked by before Master silently began surveying my body. I carefully watched his face for any clues either positive or negative. Beginning at my feet he slowly and methodically checked over my body. Pausing briefly upon reaching my breasts and I think I detected an ever so feint glimpse of a smile tickle the corner of his lips, but then as if having a second thoughts scanned the rest of my body more quickly. Closed his eyes briefly and announced: ‘Slut my first command is for you to dance and as you dance remove your clothing slowly and provocatively, but leave your hat on.’ Again I was on the verge of running back out through the green door, but an invisible force held me captive. Perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through my body? Perhaps it was the allure of Master and the scent of danger? Perhaps it was the hot rush of pleasure sweeping over me? Perhaps it was my desire to be ravished? Perhaps I am irresistibly drawn to trouble? To be had! To be taken. was forcing me to stay? Perhaps the intoxicating rhythmic beat of drums keeping in time with my heart was casting a spell over me? Perhaps it was Master’s penetrating gaze made me feel desirable, saucy and bold? Perhaps it was all of the above? What I do know is felt like one of those ballerinas in a box that danced when the lid opened because when a woman’s sultry voice sang the Karma Sutra my feet had a mind of their own, and as my feet moved to the rhythm of the drums layers of tiresome societal inhibitions seem to vanish into thin air. My inner Goddess melted with my inner Whore unleashing my secret well of long held sexual fantasies. Free as a bird I danced with gay abandonment. There was rhythm in my footstep and a smile on my face because I was in a place where I didn’t have a care. I just wanted to dance. I danced wild. I danced free. I felt the rhythm in my feet. I felt it in my fanny. I felt it in breasts and I felt it my bones. The rhythm moved down my spine so I gyrated my hips and parted my lips because I was feeling fine. Teasingly I slipped my black feathered gown off my shoulders, but before letting it fall to the floor I kept it alluringly draped off my arms rolling first one shoulder and then the other in a come hither action. Then with a soft shoe shuffle I teasingly slightly lifted my dress and stroked my inner thigh then turning around I shook my tail feathers. Then moving my hips in saucy come hither eights I provocatively very slowly began rolling my dress down over my chests. Paused, then cheekily revealed one breast and then covered it again pretending to have second thoughts before slowly wriggling the dress down over both breasts giving both nipples a playful squeeze on the way, rolled it over my hips then wickedly wriggled my derriere before letting it tumble down my legs with a flourish to the floor. With my dress around my ankles I stood perfectly still pretending it was part of my dance, but truth be told I was fearing I would topple over. I needed to first get my balance before attempting to step out over my dress. Totally lost in the moment and Master’s voice startled me when he commanded: 'Slut go over there and stand on the chair. Raise your arms in the air and shake them. That’s right! Now sit on the chair and split your legs wide apart and let me see your Cunt.’ Without any hesitation or embarrassment I obeyed Master’s orders and before his piercing gaze I stretched my legs wide apart. Whoosh! Torrents of slut butter gushed from my tingling twat and trickled down my legs forming a puddle on the chair. The music ended but my legs remained split wide open revealing my jewel of joy. Unable to move I locked eyes with Master. Was I under Master's spell? Maybe he has hypnotized me? A few seconds passed before I realised that Master was wordlessly beckoning me to stand before him. A mischievous Mona Lisa smile flashed across my face. Then I locked eyes with Master and as gracefully as I could manage to slowly close my legs to my Lilly. For several more seconds I remained motionless until as if by magic I was compelled to obey my Master. I stood in front of him naked except for my stilettos, stockings, suspenders and hat. I felt sexy and so damned fuckin hot and desirable and eager for more. Therefore I was surprised when Master blurted: ‘Slut you have earned my displeasure.’ You are supposed to be naked except for your hat. I will forgive this one transgression, but only if you demonstrate that you can complete the task of undressing to my satisfaction.’ It was unsettling to be chastised by Master but thankfully on the airways Katie Perry singing the song ‘Rise’ helped me to deal with my Master’s disapproval: ‘When, the fire's at my feet again And the vultures all start circling They're whispering, "You're out of time" But still, I rise This is no mistake, no accident When you think the final nail is in, think again Don't be surprised, I will still rise.’ Summoning all my courage I teasingly placed my right foot on the edge of my King’s chair. I admit I was fearful Master may indeed scold me for the bold move, but to my relief he quietly slipped my stiletto off my foot, and I think I detected a small flicker of amusement cross his face. He then paused, glanced up at me and ceremoniously dropped my stiletto to the floor. My confidence soared so I boldly placed my left foot on his lap. Again, Master paused. Seconds passed before he slowly removed my stiletto and with a theatrical flourish raised his arm high but before letting it crash to the floor Master looked deep into my eyes as if to say: ‘You are testing my limits.’ But I was on a roll and Kate was too: ‘I'm beyond the archetype I won't just conform No matter how you shake my core 'Cause my roots, they run deep, oh Oh, ye of so little faith Don't doubt it, don't doubt it Victory is in my veins I know it, I know it And I will not negotiate I'll fight it, I'll fight it I will transform.’ Feeling incredibly saucy my new found confidence spurred me on and regardless of the consequences I lasciviously let my left foot remain on Master’s lap. Then I took my time to undo the buttons on my suspender before ever so slowly rolling the stocking down my thigh, over my calf, off my foot and with a flourish flung it overhead. All along Viking watched me intently, but his face remained expressionless. I was not sure if I had over stepped his rules. Although I was nervous about provoking Master’s wrath nevertheless I defiantly placed my right foot on his lap. This time teasingly close to his groin and wriggled my toes imaging they were tickling his hard Cock Then I paused momentarily before deliberately locking eyes with my Master and waited until I detected a slight nod of Master’s head. With permission to proceed granted I further tested the boundaries. First my fingers traced over my nipples, then down my tummy, and over my muff. Last I dipped one finger into my wet glistening Ladies garden and wickedly sucked my pussy soaked finger. Then I purposefully took my time to roll my other stocking down my leg then finally flamboyantly pulled it off my foot and very lightly brushed the silky softness over my lips. Paused, caressed both nipples, then ever so suggestively trailed the nylon over my loins. Finally I closed my eyes and tickled my Yoni with the stocking. Feeling emboldened I brazenly turned my back to my Master and quickly released the hooks on the suspender belt. In my head the Blues Brothers singing ‘Shake your tail feathers’ spurred me on so with the suspender dangling over my hips I ran my hands up and over my buttocks and shook my tail feathers: Twist it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it baby! Here we go loop di loo Shake it up baby! Here we go loop di lie! Bend over, let me see you shake your tail feather. It was hard not to giggle when the dangling suspenders buttons tickled my tooshie but keeping my composure I turned to face my Warrior and moved my hips in a seductively. Then holding the suspender aloft, I twirled it triumphantly above my head, and finally with a flourish flung it high into the air. I wanted to whoop and holla like a cowgirl, but decided discretion was the better part of velour. Strutting my stuff naked was empowering so I decided to use my hat to end my strip tease dance. Firstly, I covered my breasts with my hat and alternated from being shy and demure to being a brazen hussy and displaying my boobs. Next I covered my snatch and danced alluringly. Master shifted in his chair and crossed his legs. His big toe caught my attention. I had no choice but to obey my inner Slut. Throwing caution to the wind I audaciously danced my cunt over Master’s big toe. Then, Whoosh! Twat juices squirted all over his Uncle Joe. Master was silent. Worried Master disapproved of my rambunctious performance almost took the wind from my sails. But, maybe Master secretly applauded my gutsy performance? So, with an act of bravado I teasingly flung my hat towards him. He leapt nimbly out of his chair and caught my hat with the skill of a basketball player. Then with agility and grace of a practiced discus thrower Master twirled around a couple of times then tossed my little hat in a sideways motion back towards me. Silence followed. Followed by more silence. Still Master gave no indication if he approved or disapproved of my strip tease dance. Standing nonplussed in my birthday suit in the middle of the room I felt rather vulnerable and worried. 'Have I earned my Master’s pleasure or disapproval?' Master still remained motionless. His back turned so I could not ascertain his mood. The muscles under his shirt were tight and I feared I had earned his displeasure. All was quiet on the Western Front for several nerve wracking seconds and I feared all Hell would break loose. My heart was beating loudly and I nearly lost my new found bravado: 'Have I not lived up to Master’s expectations? Perhaps taking the liberty to dance over his big toe was my demise?’ But then with litheness and astonishing speed Master turned and strode across the room. He stood motionless in front of me and I think I saw a shadow of a smirk cross his face. Then he placed both hands on my shoulders and silently surveyed every detail and curve of my body. It seemed like an eternity before Master finally announced in a monotone voice: ‘Now Whore although you over stepped the boundaries I am prepared to overlook your transgression, but only if you satisfy my inspection of your body. ’ Before Master began his inspection I decided to make amends for displeasing him: ‘Please I beg the Master forgive me for my bold display It's your guidance and blind obedience I crave. I will accept your discipline and try not to earn your displeasure. So punish me at your leisure.’ The words spurting out of my mouth took me by surprise Were they mine? Why was I agreeing to be submissive? Acquiescing to being inspected was not only demeaning but a direct contradiction to brazenly throwing down the gauntlet in my strip tease dance. Defiantly I had tested Master’s rules, but now I am doing the exact opposite. It occurred to me that relinquishing control not only offered me the opportunity to explore my submissive side, but being dominated also afforded me an opportunity to let go of trying to control every aspect of my life. Nevertheless the feminist in me was surprised that I did not vehemently object to being treated like cattle in the sale yards. Engrossed in my thoughts I almost jumped when Master’s finger slowly and tantalizing outlined the shape of my lips and I had to forcibly stop myself from parting my lips to suck on his finger. As though reading my thoughts Master slipped just the tip of his finger between my lips but a warning glint in his eyes reminded me to remain perfectly passive and not give reign to my natural response to placate my oral gratification need. Only my eyes moved as I watched Master’s long sensuous fingers slowly continue their downward descent. When his fingers skimmed past my pert nipples I involuntarily let out a small gasp. Again he cautioned me with his eyes to remain unflinchingly still. Master’s hands then caressed my belly in a hypnotic circular motion before teasingly meandering back again towards my breasts. My breathing quickened but again Master’s eyes cautioned me to remain passive. Pausing for a few moments he studied my face intently before cupping his hands over both breasts. For several agonising seconds Master remained motionless and my desperate need to have my nipples squeezed threatened to engulf me. Silently I pleaded: ‘Squeeze my tits! Please! Please Master! Squeeze my tit NOW!' After what seemed like an eternity I gasped involuntarily when Master gently squeezed first one nipple then the other and again I silently begged: ‘Harder! Squeeze harder!’ But Master teasingly waited. Sucked his lips then gently squeezed one tit. Paused and gently squeezed my other tit. Ever so slowly Master repeated this ritual several times. Each time gradually building the intensity of the squeezing. I held my breath as the waves of delectable orgasmic sensations coursed unchecked through my body. My Warrior released his grip on my tits. Waited a nanosecond before rapidly gently brushing his finger tips repeatedly over my very sensitive nipples. Stopped for another nanosecond before tweaking both nipples with considerable force. Lastly as if reading my mind Master sucked first one nipple and then the other. O.M.G! I am off to ‘Gar! Gar! Land’. I desperately wanted the orgasmic sensation to never end. Alas, Master had his own plans and as his hands continued their downward exploration with very soft alluring circular caresses over my body I imagined I was a horse being stroked from head to tail before being saddled up. Slowly but surely his hands caressed closer and closer to the valley between my thighs. His fingers then lingered for a second over my love triangle and when Master’s pointer finger slipped between my rose petal lips it was almost like electric currents sweeping through my body. I think I detected a slight raise of one eye brow when a water shed of Coochie juices squirted down my legs. Otherwise my Master’s composure remained unchanged. On, and on his hands travelled down my thighs and down to my toes. Without pausing My Lord took me by surprise when he lithely knelt on the floor and carefully examined each toe before letting his kitten like touch moved in reverse from my toes, up my legs, lingering teasingly around my loins. Then ever so suggestively lightly trailed his fingers over my velvet purse before gently brushing open the heart of my flower. My heart raced and I marveled that Master seemed to intuitively know my innate sexual longings and desires. My arousal threatened to overpower me so it was comforting to feel his soft caress move upwards over my stomach again. However when his hands returned back to my breasts I was on fire with uncontrollable wanton lust. Master’s eyes wordlessly demanded my total surrender as his fingers slowly, ever so tantalizingly slowly kept increasing the squeezing intensity on my nipples. When Master secured a clamp to each nipple I feared I would die from ecstasy. I guess he detected my complete surrender because deep throaty murmurings escaped from the inner recesses of my being. Appearing satisfied with his frontal inspection my King turned me around then starting from my head slowly began moving his hands in firm circular motion down my back as if checking to see if his 'Play thing' was indeed ready for action. My knees almost buckled from under me when Master’s sensuous hands landed on my derriere. Closing my eyes I savoured the delectable sensation of Master’s fingers dancing like soft butterfly wings on my butt cheeks. Playing with my bottom however, made me somewhat self conscience and I thought how strange it was that I felt no such inhibitions when I brazenly flashed my Pussy not so long back. Suddenly Viking abruptly took a step back and commanded: ‘Slut bend over and touch your toes.' Mortified that Master was dissatisfied with his inspection I immediately obeyed despite my embarrassment. Finally after what seemed like forever my King forcefully tugged my hair pulling me into an upright position. My body was trembling and I worried I may not meet my Master’s approval. Thankfully my fear was dismissed when he announced: 'Let’s see what your nipples look like when I remove the nipple clamps.’ I glanced down to my boobs and was pleased to note my engorged nipples were standing to full attention. Warrior tweaked each nipple and nodded his approval: ‘Whore you will be pleased to know so far so good you have not failed your inspection There is more to still come but thus far I am going to enjoy seducing you’ I heaved a sigh of relief ‘So far so good.’ I whispered triumphantly to myself and braced myself ready for further inspection as Master gently but somewhat menacingly trailed a whip over my body. Starting from my head he trailed it over my breasts gently tapping each nipple before lingering longer between my thighs, then onwards down to my toes. Wielding the whip rather like a cattle prod he indicated for me bend over and turn around then proceeded to tap the whip in a rhythmical beat up my legs. On reaching my derriere Master dispensed with the whip using his hands to drum a rhythmical beat on my butt cheeks. A large wall mirror afforded me the luxury of watching his hands using my derriere as tom toms. I was captivated by my Viking’s undeniable sexuality as his body swayed with both grace and pure unabashed male energy. The song ‘The Little drummer boy’ sprang to mind: ‘Master please suck my tit Par rump-a-pum pum- And I will moan a bit. Par rump-a-pum pum- I need your cock in my twat. Par rump-a-pum pum-Par rump-a-pum pum-  Now please slap my bum. Par rump-a-pum pum- Then for sure I will cum. Par rump-a-pum pum- Par rump-a-pum pum- You and your bum.’ Although my instincts were to wriggle and gyrate my body in synchronicity with Master’s drumming I dared not earn his displeasure. So quelling my natural instincts and going deep within I melted at the edges. All else faded away: ‘Am I my bottom or is my bottom me?’ Master voice startled me back to the present moment with a jolt: ‘Very good Slut. Stand up now. Remember I am in control but if for ever reason you are not able to continue just say the word ‘Pink' and I will cease what ever is bringing you discomfort but it will not please me.’ Master gazed intently at my breasts and circled the whip almost menacingly around each one of my very engorged nipples. God it felt so good. But, then without warning he gently flayed each pink button. The pain was surprisingly arousing and with each flick of my nipples more crème de la framboise ran down my legs. I smiled to myself when Master boomed: ‘Good Whore! I see you are a gusher. Now let me see if this is also going to create more maiden’s water.’ Master forcibly plied the whip to turn me around wielding it to indicate how wide to spread my legs and demanded: ‘Slut bend over and touch your toes.’ Master traced curly cues around my butt cheeks, and I marvelled that the sensation was both simultaneously relaxing and sexually arousing. However sadly my silent prayer that Master would beat out another rhythm on my derriere went unheeded. He was more intent on using his whip to indicate I needed to widen my stance. Teasingly he trailed the whip between my silken veils and the touch of the leather on my Lilly sprayed vulva juice all over the whip. The intoxicating aroma of the leather mixed with my flange butter had my head spinning. I imagined my body was the strings of a violin and Master’s whip was the bow and as the exquisite music permeated every cell in my body I floated in an endless symphony of sensual orgasmic bliss. My Master continued to delicately dance the whip over my very aroused wet lily until once more Witch’s juice squirted on the floor. Just when I wondered how much more I could take suddenly Master wielded the whip a little more forcefully across my buttocks. Not that it hurt but I guess I was more startled: ‘Ouch!’ I cried Again Master demanded: ‘Whose Slut are you?’ Before I had a chance to reply another whip landed on my backside: ‘Ouch!’ Again Master demanded: ‘Whose slut are you?’ This time I quickly answered. ‘Your Slut Master’ and more twat juices gushed unchecked from my tingling hot pussy lips. Every time I replied obediently ‘Your slut Master.’ tension drained from my body and I was curious to know why? But I do know it was a welcome change to let go and hand the power over to the Masculine. My brains pleasure centres were well and truly firing. Perhaps trying to keep control of my world has inadvertently trained me to hold my body rigid for fear of losing control? But I let those thoughts drift away when Masters voice demanded yet again: *‘Whose slut are you’? ‘Your slut Master.’ I hastily replied and braced my body for yet another token whipping. Instead ice soothed my smarting skin and as Master’s hands gently stroked away the discomfort little groans of pleasure escaped from my lips. My whole body was aroused and on fire. So much so I worried my legs would buckle from under me. Thus I was ever so grateful and relieved when my God stood me back to an upright position. What transpired next took me totally by surprise. Master slipped both his hands into mitts made from silky soft rabbit fur and sensuously caressed every inch of my body. It was as though he was admiring a treasured art piece. The soft silken fur on my lips sent me into the depth of unimaginable rapture only surpassed when the rabbit mitts deliciously stroked my breasts. I wondered: ‘Is my skin fur, or is the fur my skin? Am I on planet earth, or somewhere out in space?’ My world was spinning and I feared my pleasure threshold would explode. Thankfully my God must have been privy to my emotional upheaval and all too soon he removed the mitts and silently traced his fingers over my face looking deep into my eyes with a mysterious unfathomable expression. When he ran his fingers gently through my hair and ever so delicately pushed the stray hair off my face I fell into a vast well of longing. So much so I almost believed Master was impersonating the role of a dominate alpha male and in reality he was in fact a romantic softy. But that thought was dismissed when My Lord’s voice jerked me back to reality: ‘Slut remember I am your Master not your powder puff.’ As if to emphasize his point Master grabbed a handful of my hair. Involuntarily, I screamed but unperturbed by my yelping Master forcibly pulled me by my hair and dragging me towards the chair. Stopped abruptly! Stared triumphantly at my naked body then gruffly commanded: ‘Sit Whore!’ Perched nervously on the edge of the chair I tried to anticipate what was to follow. A small tinge of fear threatened my composure and I wondered if I should end my rendezvous as Masters Slut and utter the word ‘PINK.’’ Thankfully before I could chose that option Master interrupted my thoughts: ‘Whore before we continue I will treat you to a visual feast so make yourself comfortable. Beautiful orchestral music exploded into the room capturing the haunting sounds of the wild. I imagined Cougars, Panthers, Lions, and Leopards, moving with stealth speed and agility to the rhythm of the music. I was enthralled and mesmerized as my Warrior walked around me moving with grace of a powerful black panther stalking its prey through the undergrowth. Closer and closer he prowled towards me. But then he swung abruptly around and with measured steps prowled in the opposite direction before standing perfectly still. Then with the stealth of a large cat prowled majestically back towards me again. It was as though I was a hapless mouse being toyed with by the cat and I wondered if I should scamper back to the safety of my hole. But I dismissed that thought and instead feasted my eyes on Master’s handsome face and beautiful body. Like a wild animal he moved closer and closer towards me. Finally standing at close proximity I could clearly study his large strong sensuous hands. Captivated, and hardly daring to breath I watched him slowly, ever so slowly undo the buttons on his black shirt. He took for ever to teasingly undo the last button. Finally the opened shirt revealed a muscled chest and his calm but very sexy demeaner seemed to be saying ‘Look at me I am ever so sexy.’ Then after what seemed like forever and with an intensity that was on verge of overpowering me he looked deep into my eyes, slightly wriggled his broad shoulders before very seductively letting his shirt slip down his arms and fall to the floor. My instinct was to snuggle my face into his neck. I wanted to breath in his sex and feel skin to skin, but I detected a ‘Don’t you dare look’ flashing across Master’s face. Suitably warned I distracted myself by focusing my attention on his hands alluringly hovering at his waist. It was difficult to contain my excitement as I imagined the glorious sight of his member being displayed like a proud peacock. Just the very thought of the visual feast almost had me drooling. Could it possibly get better than this? Master suddenly ceased his enchanting, performance. My disappointment was palatable but not for long. Knowing more treats were waiting for me I closed my eyes and let myself imagine Master in all his naked glory. When I opened them again, he was striding around me before finally stopping directly in front of me. I breathed deeply inhaling the aroma of his maleness. The fragrance of his sun kissed skin mixed with the aroma of male pheromones was such a powerful aphrodisiac it drove me wild. I wanted to melt into the vast sea of lust and longing. Lost in my olfactory feast his voice startled me: ‘I warn you Whore there are still more criteria you need to pass before I decide your fate. I am seeking a toy, a plaything to use at my will. If, and I repeat IF! You meet the following expectations you will be my toy. My plaything to use as I so desire.’ To calm my anxiety while awaiting my fate my mind travelled back in time and I recalled a song about a broken doll that has just been mended. While the doll waits nervously to find out if she looks alright she sings: ‘Is my nose on straight? Do I have a cute expression on my face? Are my blue eyes bright? Do I look alright? I can hardly wait? To be taken on Christmas day?’ In my nervous trance like state I composed my own words and under my breath sang: Do you think I’m hot? Do I have a cute expression on my face? Do you like my twat Please tell me my fate Because I can hardly wait To be fucked by you tonight.’ For several magical moments I was lost in another time zone and missed Master’s command, so he grabbed a handful hair and forcibly made me stand: ‘I said. Stand up! Do you dare to disobey me slut?’ Stoically stood as best as I could. Master let go of my hair and I think I noticed an amused glint in his eye when he spoke: ‘Need I remind you that you are my Slut my toy to use how I please and you must obey. ’Do you hear me Whore?’ At first when I tried to speak my mouth opened but words failed me. I took a deep breath and hastily blurted: ‘Master I am your Slut. I am yours to obey. To please you in every way.’ In a monotone voice Master replied: ‘Next time Slut answer me immediately. I forgive your transgression this time but remember there may not be a next time if you don’t. Now it’s just about play time but first I need to make you ready for me to use you as my toy.’ I glanced at Master and detected an amused glint in his eyes however he appeared to struggle maintaining his stern composure, but then quickly regained control and looped a large studded black leather dog collar around my neck and buckled it quickly. He then fastened a red rope to the collar and gave the rope a couple of gentle playful tugs as if testing I would obediently respond. Gave a grunt of satisfaction stating triumphantly: ‘Time to introduce you to my workbench Slut.’ and tugging the red rope he dragged me to the workbench on the far side of the room. Nervously I surveyed the wooden work bench. Similar to a very low massage table, and quite narrow with two metal loops at the foot, two either side at the head, and one in the middle. I felt more than a little apprehensive when I spied two Roman rings suspended overhead and wondered what would be used for. Hardly daring to breath my eyes quickly glanced at the other items assembled on the table. I counted five more black leather collars nipple clamps and the blind fold. I was curious as to why there was a hair dryer, a couple of large feathers, a pastry cutter, among the neatly assembled toys. There was also a small jug kept warmed by a tea candle. My nostrils sniffed the air, and the aroma of coconut oil immediately fills my senses. I was pleased to note my favourite perfume ‘Red Door’ was included. It was all beginning to make sense. Recalling our initial contact, I remembered Master had given me detailed instructions about how to dress and had asked me what was my favourite perfume. Caught up in my thoughts I failed to hear my God’s next instruction: ‘Are you daring to disobey me again slut? ‘ I instructed you to place your right foot on the workbench. You must do as I commanded immediately or suffer the consequences.’ (God I bemoaned the fact I had forgotten my hearing aids because being hard of hearing resulted in me missing vital instructions from Master.) Quickly I placed my right foot on the workbench. Master appeared to struggle maintaining his stern composure, but quickly regained control. Selecting a black studded leather collar from the assembled toys he very slowly brushed it softly over my cunt then flicked it down my leg before securing it in place around my right ankle. Selecting another collar Master Instructed: ‘Now your left foot Whore.’ I noted a look of triumph on his face as he teasingly traced it around my nipples then trailed it up and down my body in a menacing manner as if daring me to beg for mercy before securing it around my left ankle. My Lord then surveyed his handy work announcing in a monotone voice: ‘Now kneel down in front of me Slut and spread your knees apart and lift both your arms as if surrendering. Close your eyes and keep them closed.’ Immediately, I did as instructed and was taken completely by surprise when slime trail trickled down my legs onto the floor. Kneeling before Master in total surrender had my mind doing loop de loops. Apparently relinquishing my need to be in control was not only liberating but also a huge sexual turn on. Even though a sense of calm swept over me simultaneously every cell in my body tingled with undeniable carnal thirst. Especially, given the fact that kneeling before Master I calculated my mouth was at just the right height as his groin and I yearned to take Master’s Cock deep in my throat. Somehow I managed to quell my burning compulsion. I detected a very gentle movement of air and surmised was Master circling around me and as each second passed my desire to peep was harder to resist. The aroma of Master’s masculine essence threatened to bring me asunder so I heaved a sigh of relief when finally Master grabbed my right hand, opened my fingers and gently tickled my palm. Judging by the feel I guessed it was another dog collar. Master trailed it up my arm, across both nipples, down my left arm before finally securing the collar around my left wrist. With the last remaining collar Master playfully flicked it between my legs teasing my moist swollen pussy lips. Twat juice trickled down between my thighs and as he secured the last collar around my right wrist I heard him almost inaudibly say: ‘Ha, I notice my Whore is making more slurpy juice for me to drink from her fury cup.’ With both my arms still held in total surrender I was starting to get concerned saying to myself: ‘You’ve done it again you fool perhaps this time you will learn your lesson not to mess with fire. How do I get myself out of this mess?’ At what seemed like forever before my Lord yanked my neck collar forcing me to stand and delivered his next instructions: ‘Time to open your eyes now Slut. It’s nearly time for carnal play. Let the wild debauchery rumpus begin.’ Perhaps Master guessed fear was beginning to take hold because when he angled my body onto the workbench his instructions were delivered with a softer more persuasive voice: ‘Lie on your back and splay your arms and legs wide Whore.’ Naked, and spreadeagled like a starfish on the work bench and entirely at Master’s mercy I felt vulnerable and more than a little apprehensive. I carefully studied Master’s demeaner for any clues that would put my mind at rest and noted his jaw was relaxed and decided that was hopefully a good sign. Master paused for a few moments. Perhaps to let me Centre myself before proceeding, or perhaps pleased with the picture of me secured on the workbench he was simply admiring his handy work? But I sensed a growing sense of urgency as he secured each of the five collars to the five metal loops around workbench. Then he trailed the sixth rope attached to my neck collar around my face, over both nipples, over my tummy then ever so softly tickled my Yoni sending warm fuzzies to every inch of my being. It was as if gentle rays of the early morning sunlight were reassuring my body that all was well. Master left the rope just a fraction away from the doorway to Lady Jane and it occurred to me maybe Master had given instructions to the rope to guard my pussy. I smiled inwardly and gave the rope the pet name of: ‘Tickle de de.’ Lastly he held the blind fold aloft. I lifted my head against the restraint of the dog collar eager to be bathed in darkness. This did not please Master so he impatiently pushed my head back onto the workbench. Waiting a few seconds to make sure I understood not to anticipate his actions before quickly positions the blind fold over my eyes and instructing: ‘Now Slut I have you captive. You are my plaything. You my Slut will soon be indulging your olfactory and tactile senses.’ Bathed in darkness was strangely comforting. It was like the closing my eyes on a bright glaring midday sun. Engrossed in my thoughts I was pleasantly startled when my favourite perfume was sprayed over my breasts and around my Lady garden. The aroma wafting around me was intoxicating but my pleasure threshold doubled when Master gently probed his finger into my hungry wet pussy before trailing his finger under my nose. The fragrance of Master’s musky sun drenched skin and my slut butter mixed together with perfume was elixir of the Gods. My nose quivered. I took several deep breathes and saturated my senses in the delectable fragrance of lust. My mind drifted back to a very treasured memory in another place and time many years ago. At the time I was sixteen and I remember I was in the Blue Mountains lying naked on a warm rock beside a water fall. While luxuriating in the glorious sensations of the sun kissing my Yoni a water fall cascading to the river far below was showering me with its cool mist: ‘What fun! Bathing Yoni in the mid day sun. Legs stretched wide Warm rock warming my backside Cool mist on my skin Finger slips in Enjoying the bliss Of a Yoni sun kiss.’ I felt ‘Tickle de de’ kissing my sun-soaked pussy lips and gradually as past memories drifted away like leaves floating down a river I heard the soft humming of the hair dryer. Delicious cool breezes tickled my nipples then lingered longer down below teasing my rose petal lips indulging my tactile senses with wave after wave of erotic bliss and I feared I would drown in my pussy juice. Apparently, Master was gliding ‘Tickle de de’ over my Lady Jane to double the bliss and I bet it surely tickled his fancy watching the expression of rapture on my face because above the music and the hum of the hairdryer I heard my God almost inaudibly say: ‘God I love it when Slut’s juices flow like a river of melted snow. I reckon there is nothing more delicious to quench my thirst than twat butter from Whore’s velvet purse.’ My Lady Jane responded immediately to Master’s unexpected accolade with yet another water fall of Maiden’s water. Luxuriating in the delicious aromas wafting around me I was starting to wonder if I was indeed having an outer body experience because my thoughts tumbled out in rhyme when I imagined creating the perfect recipe for a perfume I labelled ‘Debauchery’: Firstly, I would add lashings of frivolous sorcery. Then to this witches brew I would include a fetish or two. Of course, a dash of raunchiness wouldn’t go astray. For it would add to scent in many ways. Also, I believe it would be a sin To not include aroma of sun kissed skin. Then I would stir the concoction clockwise twice. Next, to give the perfume added spice I reckon I would blend liberal lashings of lust. For this addition would simply be a must! And a sprinkle of Red Door perfume would certainly enhance the mix. Giving the recipe an extra kick. But of course, The most important ingredient is vulva sauce Nor is there any doubt Copious drops of precious precum must not to be left out. And I am adamant you would need to fuck my brain  Again! Again! And again!  Because I tell you true it would be a shame  To regard sex as a mindless game.’  Then I was jolted back to reality, or perhaps I died and floated up to heaven? Master was dancing a soft feather all over my body. The sensation was soothing and sensuous, but when he tickled my fanny with the feather it was tricky to hold my composure and not giggle! Giggle! Giggle! Because I recalled people complaining: ‘Particularly nasty weather!’ Or the jokers saying: ‘Ticklemyarsewithafeather!’ And also having heard the old wives tail that if a Witch is tickled until she giggles she looses all her magic powers so I hoped Master was not testing to see if I was indeed a Witch? Somehow, I stoically managed to suppress my weird sense of the ridiculous and forced my body to relax again. But that peaceful easy feeling soon dissipated. For a brief second tiny pin pricks rolled across my body gently piercing my skin followed by the soothing touch of a silky feather fluttering close behind. Although the pin pricks were not exactly painful, nevertheless the tantalising contrast between a taste of pain followed by pleasure certainly woke up every cell in my body. Basking in the glory of my sexual awakening I felt like a bear coming out of hibernation and drifted into a deep sleep. Rod Stewart singing ‘Wake up Susie’ woke me with a jolt and it took me several seconds to figure out where I was and several more seconds more to realise I was not dreaming. Indeed, it seemed like eternity since Master left instructing me to lie still and to replay the unfolding of his seduction. Now as I wait for Master to return it is giving me time to reflect on my situation and as much as I dislike being a kill joy and despite the fact I enjoyed Master’s seduction, I worry that if I decide to stay, I may be placing myself in an uncompromising position. The longer I wait for Master to return the more intense is the feeling of foreboding: ‘Am I crazy? Am I putting myself in danger?’ As if to answer my question the song ‘There is a house in New Orleans’ is blasting in my headphones: There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl Dear God, I know I was one  Dear God, I know I was one’ I can’t help but worry: ‘Will this be my ruin too?’ Waiting is unbearable. My body is wired like an overly tight violin string. I try to reassure myself that I am not in the ‘House of The Rising sun’. But the burning question: ‘What has Master in store for me when he returns?’ The weird mixture of in-trepidation and nervous sexual arousal is nevertheless threatening my composure. If I stay, will I be able to be a slave for my Master and do his bidding? If I go will I be missing the opportunity to explore my inner Whore? While mulling these questions over and over in my head the Clash band singing: ‘Should I stay or should I go? Adding fuel to the fire and my misgivings are mounting. It occurs to me that Master deliberately chose the playlist of songs to test my mind set. 'Should I stay? Or should I go now’?  Should I stay, or should I go now? If I go, there will be trouble  And if I stay, it will be double So come on and let me know Should I stay, or should I go?’

19 January 2026

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A met this larger lady who contacted me online, and after a week or two of sexting and chatting we decided to meet. I arranged a house for the weekend in a nearby town to where she lived, as discretion was very important to her. (She also said she could get carried away and a bit loud) I arrived first and had flowers and champagne organised for her as she had bemoaned the fact that never in her married life had she ever been given flowers. I’d only seen a couple of discreet photos of her and was immediately struck by her amazing blue eyes. She was as she said a larger size and as she promised there was plenty of ass to smack. She’d told me she loved to get spanked as she got filled with cock. Her texting (sexting)over the previous weeks was next level so I had high hopes it was going to be a really great night. We had a quick meal and a few drinks to calm the nerves and then moved to the couch. I’d been dying to see her tits and wondered what her nipples would feel like in my mouth. She obliged by undoing her shirt and uncoupling her bra from the front. I hadn’t seen a front centre bra clip before. Her tits were small in comparison to the rest of her but they were pert and sexy as hell. We’d been kissing and fondling and basically feeling our way cautiously a bit. Once I started to suck and lick her nipples the previous sexting scenarios went totally off tap. She reached down and literally ripped my pants open and dove onto my cock while I was busy trying to get my hands on her cunt. She was drenching and the feeling of her moaning loudly on my cock while I rubbed her clit almost made me come right there. I told her to stop or I’d blow. She said the only place you’re blowing is deep in my cunt. She demanded I get to the bedroom and was undressed and literally threw herself on the bed and grabbed her knees and spread herself while telling me to fill her cunt right now. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. She had a very tight small cunt for a big woman and I couldn’t help but just plunge into her. The lasting memory is the look in those beautiful blue eyes. They were open wide with surprise and delight as she told me that I’d be fucked to death by morning and she was almost right. Luckily for me she shaved her cunt instead of waxing it and so there was a little bit of bristle on her landing strip that took away some of the sensation each time I stroked my cock into her. She’d told me that she could come from just fucking alone but I was dubious as it’s pretty rare to get a woman off just from fucking alone but she starting coming then cursing me as she demanded more cock. That undid me and I came for the first time of the evening. The absolute most erotic thing was that she told me she wasn’t done and demanded I fuck her through my orgasm. To keep fucking after you’ve come is pretty much impossible but she gave me no choice. I had to fuck her really hard to stay wooden and try to get another load into her creamy cunt. I’d told her I was going to lick her cream pie cunt and I don’t think she believed me until after I’d filled her for a second time I slid down and spread her thighs so I could eat her cunt and lick her clit. She was amazed and kept saying, “fuck you’re really doing it, eat my cunt, make me come “. I was lying on the bed licking her cunt covered in my sex and grinding my cock on the bed. I was surprised I was getting hard again already and so I told her to roll onto her side with a knee raised and I pumped my cock into her from behind whilst she was lying on her side and I was kneeling over her. This was the money position. I could get a good full length onto her like that. As I said she was a big girl but sexy as fuck. I told her to show me her tits while I fucked her and she twisted to expose them to me while I told her to kiss me and taste her cunt on my lips. Once I started to play with her nipples she cursed me and told me she couldn’t stop coming but at the same time told me to keep fucking her. It was alternately “fuck you” and “don’t you dare stop pumping my cunt”. This was the best position we found for the night where she could get a good cunt full and I could be over her driving my cock deep into her. I ate more creamed cunt that night than in a month of Sundays and in the morning we did it again. She thought I wouldn’t want to lick her again after the hours of fucking from the night but my favourite memory is of her trying to stop me licking her as she was worried she wasn’t fresh and then lacing her fingers behind my head as I licked her and saying “Fuck you, you motherfucker you’ve got me again”. Incredible woman and sexy as hell.

16 January 2026

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I met a spunky bloke online and although this may sound absurd in a very short space of time, much quicker than expected not only did he float my boat but because I felt heard and respected it felt safe to honour my innate sexual core and release my sacred whore, so I wrote:  I love it when my juices flow like a river of melted snow. Melted snow now that’s a first the bloke replied. Do you think your snow will quench my thirst? Of course! I replied My sweet juices start flowing sometimes without me even knowing. You see quite suddenly I am filled with desire because it is ever so easy to light my fire and I do not need to be seduced with romance but simply before you let me naked dance. For I love the look of lust in your eyes so for me the juicy flow it no surprise.  Also, my melted snow gushes freely if I provocatively squat just above your big cock. Then like the pendulum on a clock as your proud penis sails back and forth through my silken veils for sure there will be a water shed all over you and all over the bed. Also, I love to slippery slide my cunt over the curves of your smooth back side. Yet another waterfall you need to know can also happen over your big toe! And of course, I feel no disgrace squirting my vulva juice all over your face. Actually, it's also true, my need for oral gratification never seems to reach saturation so pretty, pretty, pretty please will it be alright to suck your cock all through the night? Well a message flew back faster than lightning Yes, please Yes! Suck my cock throughout the night let it slide deep down your throat and when the time is finally right, I will release my spunk with all my might but then I beg please will you share my cum with me because there is nothing as tasty as a cum kiss. It's total bliss. I sent my reply post haste 'Oh, I promise when my mouth I later share the taste of your juices will still be there but before seeking my tongue first may I suck on your spent cock? In a flash his message came back. By all means that sounds sublime please take your time but remember when your sucking is all done, I would love to taste my cum on your tongue. So I hastened to reassure him. Yes, I agree sharing a yummy cum kiss is divine heavenly bliss but so too is to lovingly caress your balls whilst sucking on your spent cock. I feel so content I purr like a pussy cat that's licked the cream. Honestly nothing is more relaxing than that. His message winged its way straight away Now my Sacred Whore let me fantasize drinking your vulva sauce while sitting stark naked on the floor. But I need to have my head laid back so do you have cushions to place under my head? Or perhaps maybe use the sofa instead? And I hope you agree it is no disgrace to have you straddled above my face. What bliss to drown in the juicy rivers that your cunt delivers. My fingers quickly typed back my reply Yes! Yes! Lover make me quiver. Make me shake, weep and shiver and for sure a waterfall of juices sweet will be your special scrumptious feast. Honestly, I can’t wait to enjoy the debauchery fun with you and your hungry tongue. Then when I roll you onto your tum and straddle you like riding a horse (With my twat over your butt of course) I reckon my fanny juices will run, flowing all over your bum.  Then stretching forward again I will nibble your ear and bite your neck sending electric tickles way down to your throbbing peck. And I bet when I ruffle your hair your groans of pure delight will echo around my lair. Of course! it will be especially divine when my tongue trails up down your spine. Next, I will use warm coconut oil to massage your back and later you will feel the gentle tickle of warm oil as it falls between your butt cheeks and down over your balls but first, I will linger longer massaging your sexy bum because my hands love to dance everywhere, especially there on your derriere. He reply was almost instant I am in a euphoric bliss. Can it get better than this? I can’t believe you are for real. I already imagine how amazing it will feel. Truly I am in Heaven or somewhere in space so please don’t wake me from my dream like place. Honestly my imagination has gone amok. This Cyber fantasy is almost better than a fuck. Please! Please! Please! Lickity lick! Lickity lick my balls Quickity! Quickity! Quickity! Quick? And I hope you will mount me again and ride me like a cowgirl chasing a train because I hunger to feel your warm juices making puddles in the small of my back and squirting down my crack.  I hastened to reassure the bloke Of course I will ride you like a horse. However, I warn there will be a lull before the storm, and suddenly, I will keep very still and you may wonder if I have reached my fill. But let me assure you No that is not true. It's because it will feel so damned good being stretched out along your back that I will need plenty of time to savour the moment and breath you in. Then while you are in a different zone, I will softly nibble on each ear lobe before whispering 'Now sexy man your cock needs my attention' and I bet you will roll over quicker than quick. And do doubt you will soon be in a full-on trance when around your glistening dick my oily hands dance. Up! Up! your shaft my fingers will glide. Down up down up slippery sliding. Then my dancing fingers will slow down to a walk as delicately and with reverence I will trace each vein on your stalk. But then I will catch you totally by surprise when I stop and gently kiss your eyes. And perhaps you may hear murmuring sighs when I snuggle my face in the valley between your thighs but before I drink my fill I will pause a split second to enhance the thrill. Then with my mouth opened wide I will take your throbbing cock deep inside. My guess is you will name me Deep Throat and wish you could hit 'pause' on the remote. ***Stop press After enjoying messaging on AMM we meet and enjoyed re-enacting our Melted snow fantasy. Afterwards the bloke wrote this following text message: It certainly does it for me I love the show Love to watch the juices flow Onto my cock, onto my toe Fuck, even down to my knee. Exhibitionist you may be but God that appeals to me If we decide on another little show perhaps we can unleash the basest ho with fruit, bottle and dildo Purity of lust unspoiled by emotion or conversation embroiled With all those gates and constraints Suppressed, bypassed, jailed so, the shameless debauchery can romp unleashed in all its raw purity

15 January 2026

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Sitting staring at the phone wishing for a text just to prove he's thinking about me! Sitting at the bar of the local Happy Hours just finished... happy for some. Lots of noise and banter going on around me, I join in on occasions. Ding ding ahh there it is the text I was hoping for, I must have smiled cos the barmaid commented. "Ahh that made your face light up got a new man on the scene? Come on fill us in!?" She joked. "Just a guy I met nothing serious, don't want a relationship, don't seem to win at those!" I answered "Long distance too hard, he's in Adelaide I'm out here and I will never go back to live in the city! So probably won't go anywhere! Just a bit of fun, but between you and me...Holly dooly was it good from the very first night! Like we knew each other no awkwardness just total utter pleasure and passion! Just have to wait weeks in-between catching up! Got the house to myself and he's there I'm here!" I blurted out. Just as I finished saying it Ding Ding, Ding Ding my phone went off. I opened the phone to a photo of a big grin and the sign to my town... I nearly choked said out loud "What the Fuck!!" Next photo a big grin out the front of my house!!! "Omg I gotta go chuck my beer... he's fuckin here!!!" Flicked the phone so she could see...she cracked up laughing "Run girl run and have a good night!" She called out. I ran to the car drove out the carpark 100miles an hour down the main street to my house and yep there he was! I jumped out the car rushed over threw my arms around his neck and kissed ohhh we kissed lips caressed, tongues met, more lips kissing, more passion tongues meeting I could feel my nipples getting hard and between my legs getting wetter! I slide my hand to his crutch... yep he was feeling it too! " Hmm shouldn't we go inside, I just thought I'd surprise you and since there was noone home at your place we could spend some time together! Doing you know whatever you want!" He said with a cheeky grin. "Oh wait till you feel how juicy I already am then you will know for sure what I want to do!" Straight inside to the bedroom kissing and touching each others body, feeling the hardness of his obvious pleasure and my arousal of hard nipples and... "Ohhh wow you really are dripping wet!!" He said shocked as he put his hand up my skirt and slid his fingers inside my juicy wet pussy! "Hmmm no pants that's a turn on!" He said looking me in the eyes as he passionately kissed my lips over and over moaning each time they met! I found myself doing the same noises till I pulled back from his lips held his hand harder into my groin, smiled and said, "Makes for easy access!" We laughed and he fondled my pussy I could hear the wetness squelch under my skirt as I took my top off undid my bra lifted my breast to my lips and sucked on my nipple, he grabbed the other and licked and sucked together, his fingers deep flicking inside me his palm rubbing against my clit...oh fuck yeah oh oh ahhhahhha right then I orgasmed cum gushing from my twitching pussy all over his hand!! "Hmmm well that's number one done let's see how many more I can make you have!!!" He grinned as he said it leading me to the bed, laying me down, pulling off my skirt and diving face first into my pussy licking up all the juices moan with pleasure as he flicked his tongue against my clit sliding it to my pussy hole... And bammm there's another one, oh and again! I think we lost count of the amount of orgasms but I can tell you they are always in the double figures!! Even now a year later he makes me cum over and over till I squirt!

13 January 2026

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She noticed him before he noticed her. Blue eyes. Beard. That calm, grounded presence that didn’t try to impress. It just existed. He ordered something neat. She approved silently, imagining the taste of his lips. When he finally turned and caught her looking, he didn’t look away. Just held her gaze for a second longer than necessary and smiled, the kind of smile that promised trouble without saying a word. He came over without rushing it. Her pulse ticked up slightly at the way he moved, slow, grounded, confident. She could feel her body leaning in without thought, nipples tightening under her top, a flutter in her stomach at the anticipation. He smiled, slow and deliberate, like he already knew something she didn’t. The kind of smile that carved faint lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes. Not the practiced kind. The real kind. The kind that hinted he laughed easily, often, and knew exactly how dangerous that was. She felt the magnetic pull of him, and her pulse sped, a delicious ache stirring through her body. He leaned in just enough to change the air between them. “We can pretend to be innocent and polite,” he whispered, low and deliberate, “or we can let our desires lead and see where it goes.” She felt the challenge in it. “And if I choose what I desire?” His smile deepened. “Then I promise to fulfill all yours.” She felt weak at the knees, and she knew exactly what she wanted. Heat pooled low in her belly, a delicious ache demanding attention. They didn’t talk like strangers filling time. They talked like two people testing the edges of each other’s minds. The conversation wandered and looped, touching on opinions, travel, ridiculous observations, small confessions offered like dares. Every clever remark made her stomach tighten. Every time she smiled, his eyes lingered like he was committing it to memory. At some point she realised he was standing closer. Or maybe she had moved closer. The distance had shrunk until it was just a suggestion of space, electric and tense. She felt the brush of him and it made her thighs clench ever so slightly, a delicious friction building in anticipation. His hand settled at the small of her back. Not claiming, not pressing, just intentional. It sent a spark of heat up her spine and made her core ache in response. Her breathing hitched, subtle, almost involuntary. “You’re doing this on purpose,” he said, voice low, teasing. “Doing what?” “Building tension.” She smiled, “You like it.” He leaned slightly, close enough to sense the heat radiating from her. Her pulse raced, her body longing with anticipation, every nerve alive with desire. “Only with the right person." For a moment they just looked at each other, close enough that the space between them felt like a decision. Her body ached, every nerve on fire, imagining the possibilities if she let herself lose control. “You’re trouble,” he breathed. She didn’t move away. A corner of her mouth lifted. “In the best of ways.” Her body trembled slightly, imagining how his hands might feel on her if she let him. The space between them had narrowed to breath and intention. Foreheads nearly touching, breaths mingling. She could feel him pressing against her, body tense, coaxing hers to mirror his. Every inch of her ached for him, for the delicious unknown. His hand shifted at her back, not pulling her in, just enough to make it clear he could. Her body responded instantly, tingling, wet with anticipation. Her eyes dropped to his mouth, then back to his eyes. She shifted slightly, positioning herself so even the gentlest movement of his leg would caress her. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. And then he leaned in. Not fast. Not hesitant. Slow, deliberate, like he wanted her to feel every second of the decision. She tilted her head slightly, meeting him halfway. Almost. So close, she could sense the heat of him, counting the seconds by the rise and fall of his chest. Her leg intentionally placed, hoping he would press himself against her. And then “Last drinks!” The bartender’s voice cut through the moment, too loud, too close, perfectly timed to ruin everything. They pulled back just slightly, breaking the spell but not the fire. She laughed softly, feeling the lingering ache that pulsed between them. He exhaled, something between a sigh and a quiet curse, and glanced toward the bar before looking back at her. “Well,” he said, eyes still dark, “that was cruel timing.” She smiled. “Criminal, really.” For a moment they just stood there, the tension still humming, unresolved and very much alive. Her body throbbed with anticipation, every nerve alive, every pulse a decadent reminder of what was waiting. Then he straightened and readjusted himself, made a decision. “Come on,” he said, offering his hand with confidence. “Let’s take this elsewhere.” She didn’t hesitate. She took his hand. They stepped into the night air. Cooler. Clean. The city moving around them, but it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of them. Every step stretched the tension between them, every brush of their bodies a question that demanded an answer. Her insides pulsing with anticipation, every nerve alive, every pulse a delicious reminder of what was waiting. The space between them felt tight now. Charged. He looked at her the way you look at something you plan to take your time with. Undressing her with his eyes. She could feel the urge deep inside her, dripping wet, and desperate for more. He leaned slightly closer. “Well…” Her heart rate spiked. “I’m ready for bed.” A purposeful pause. She drew a shallow breath, her thighs clenched. His smile deepened, slow, vicarious. “Are you coming?” She leaned in, matching his heat, her body aching for him. “Lead the way.” It was all the confirmation they both needed. He pressed his lips against hers, slow and testing, and the heat hit like a live wire. Her body reacted instantly, leaning into his. He responded, moulding his body to hers. She felt him pulsing against her. Every nerve in her body screamed, every pulse demanding more, and she deepened the kiss, tasting him, warm and intoxicating. His hands slid to her waist, seeking bare skin, craving the feel of her wetness. She lost herself in the moment, she slowly ran her hand down his chest, past his stomach, and continued until she felt the hard evidence of what she was doing to him. The urge was too much for them both… And just like that, the night promised more…

13 January 2026

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Vicki and I were holidaying in Palm Cove when we made contact with a couple nearby. We went to a bar to meet them but found they did not turn up. Vicki rang them to find out where they were and they suggested we go to their place. The point of meeting in public at some neutral venue is that it allows all parties to make their will we/won't we decision and everybody can leave quickly and easily. Their photos had caught our attention so we decided to head to their place. Upon arrival, we discovered that their photos were somewhat older and they were somewhat bigger than anticipated, no longer looking as they once did. If we had met as planned in the bar, we would have passed, but now we were in their home Vicki and I decided to go through with it to avoid causing a scene. I fucked the woman and next to us Vicki fucked the guy. I watched Vicki at work to keep my interest up. Eventually, we finished and we drove back to our hotel. As we were driving, I said to Vicki: “I want to fuck you on the balcony when we get back.” Her response: “Sounds good”. We were staying in a hotel in Palm Cove. It was four storeys high and built in a L-shape around the pool and gardens. We were on the top floor, overlooking the pool and the adjoining wing. When we were in the room I stripped down and Vicki stripped down to her red stay-up stockings and thigh-high red fuck-me boots. I turned off all the lights and lay in an outdoor lounge chair as Vicki backed up to me and slid down my cock. Once in position she grabbed the railings and pulled herself up and down my cock. As we fucked, I looked around and saw a couple strolling by the pool and another couple who seemed to be watching from the top floor of the adjoining wing. I pointed them out to Vicki and she slowed her pace as she watched the spectators on their dimly lit balcony. The thought of being watched added some spice to the night and we worked our way through a few a combinations involving chair and balcony before we came and went to bed. We enjoyed it so much that we repeated it every night we were there. Some nights we seemed to be on our own and some nights I could see shapes moving on the balconies of the adjoining wing.

12 January 2026

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