Here is a high‑impact story you can use (or tweak) for your Erotic Story section: The first time she saw me was at the bar overlooking the water, just after sunset. I was leaning back against the rail, fingers wrapped around a cold beer, shirt open just enough that the breeze could find warm skin. She caught my eye over the rim of her glass, held it half a second too long, and there was that moment – the quiet click where two people silently agree that they are going to misbehave. We talked first. Not small talk – the good kind that slides from travel to sex to favourite ways to be kissed without either of us pretending we were there for anything else. She liked that I listened more than I spoke, that I was calm, comfortable, not trying to impress her with bullshit. I liked the way she leaned in when she laughed, how her hand kept finding my arm when she made a point, how her voice dropped when she asked what I was “actually” like behind closed doors. By the time we reached my car, the air between us was thick enough to taste. I opened the door for her, and instead of getting in, she stepped in close, her body brushing mine, eyes searching my face as if she was checking one last time that this was really going to happen. “You’re trouble,” she said, fingers curling in my shirt. “The good kind,” I answered, letting my hand slide slowly up the back of her neck, feeling the shiver that ran through her as I pulled her in. The first kiss was slow and deliberate, the kind that says more than any message ever could. Her lips were soft and warm, opening under mine as I took my time, tasting her, teasing her, letting her feel exactly how patient I could be. My other hand settled at her hip, thumb tracing lazy circles just inside the line of her dress, promising more without rushing it. She melted closer, one leg between mine, her body telling me she was ready long before she whispered it in my ear. We did not make it far that night. The beach was almost empty, the sky dark enough to hide us but bright enough from the moon to feel deliciously exposed. She kicked off her heels in the sand, laughing as I picked her up and carried her a few steps down to where the waves hushed against the shore. When I set her down, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed herself against me, the thin fabric of her dress no match for the heat building between us. There, with the salt air on our skin and the sound of the ocean wrapping around us, I took my time exploring her the way I like best – slow hands, soft words, letting the tension build until she was breathing my name against my throat. Every new inch of bare skin under my fingers made her grip tighten, every kiss along her neck pulled another quiet moan from her lips, and every time she tried to rush, I pulled back just enough to make her beg me not to. She wanted to lose control; I wanted to be the one she trusted enough to let go with. Later, tangled in my sheets back at mine, the playful energy turned into something deeper. Between the teasing and the heat there were moments of stillness – her head on my chest, my hand stroking her hair, both of us catching our breath and smiling in the dark. We talked about the kind of trouble we both like, about fantasies, boundaries, what feels amazing and what is off-limits. Everything was honest, open, and hot as hell because of it. When we finally drifted off, it was with the kind of satisfied exhaustion that only comes from knowing you have both been completely seen, touched, and adored. In the morning, she stole one of my shirts, fed my dog a treat, and kissed me in the kitchen with bed hair and no makeup, looking even sexier than she had the night before. “So… this is a one‑time ‘bad behaviour’ thing or are we going to be irresponsible again sometime soon?” she asked, smiling against my mouth. I just lifted her onto the counter and kissed her slowly, letting my hands remind her exactly what saying yes would mean. She messaged me later that day: “Next weekend. Same energy. More trouble.” That is exactly what I am here for – real chemistry, honest fun, no drama, and a connection that hits hard enough you want to come back for seconds. If you read this and can picture yourself in that story – barefoot on the sand, laughing in my passenger seat, stealing my shirt in the morning – then we will probably get along dangerously well.

1 December 2025

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Vicki was wearing a red satin corset, red thigh-high stockings and red thigh-high fuck-me boots and I was naked as we made our way upstairs to the play area with the floor covered in mattresses. We sat down in the middle of the room, leaning against the wall and were checking out potential playmates when a good-looking couple arrived and sat against the wall next to us, the woman next to me and the guy on her other side. They introduced themselves as Sarah and Max. Vicki was playing with my cock, stroking it to hardness as I spoke to Sarah. She explained that Max was a fuck-buddy and she had come with him because his wife was unable to play that night. When Vicki was satisfied that I was ready, she climbed onto my cock, kneeling on her left knee and using her right foot on the floor as leverage to slide her wet cunt up and down my cock. My conversation with Sarah was still continuing as she sat and watched Vicki develop a rhythm sliding up and down on my cock. She said that it looked very hot so I asked her if she would like to try it and after a few more strokes she said yes. Vicki dismounted and went to Max as I put a condom on. Sarah slid onto my cock in the same position that Vicki used, using her right leg to lever her wet cunt up and down my cock. While this was happening I could see Vicki on her back next to me with her legs in the air as Max put a condom on and slid his hard cock into her just-fucked cunt. The four of us continued like this until at some point we stopped and went back to fucking the people we arrived with.

1 December 2025

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So one night I am driving home after having dinner with some close friends. It been a long day but at least it's a Friday. I wasn't watching the speed as I drove home and I looked in the rear vision mirror and saw flashing lights, first reaction was Shit that's all I need tonight. I pulled over and a Police women got out of the car and walked up to me, 'hello sir it's quite late have you been drinking'? She said. My reply was No officer. I pulled you up because you were doing 5km over the speed limit. As she was talking I noticed her hard nipples under her Police top. Sir are you listening to me, she says. Are you looking at my breasts? I don't answer just say 'can you just hurry up and give me a ticket so I can get home. She says I beg your pardon don't talk to me like that. Get out of your car sir. I get and again she 'were you looking at my breasts? Yes I was is it a crime? Then I say 'you're a bossy bitch'. That's it get on your knees which I do, she pulls her skirt up, leans against my car and pulls her panties to the side. Start licking and I may not arrest you. I start licking her lips, running my tongue all over her pussy, I can smell and taste her hot scent. Keep licking fucker don't you dare stop she says. I suck her clit and finger her pussy while still working my tongue on her, her juices running down my face, she moans I am going to cum on your face. She pushes the back of my head into her pussy arches her back and moans fuck that it. She releases me straights her self out and says 'no ticket this time just a warning'.

29 November 2025

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The beach was my escape that afternoon, the sun warming my skin through the light fabric of my summer dress, the breeze teasing the hem and sending little shivers up my thighs. I'd chosen this colourful sundress on purpose—vibrant florals that hugged my curves just right, the neckline dipping low enough to hint at the fullness of my breasts, the skirt short enough to flirt with the air. At 52, I knew my body was a weapon: soft hips that swayed, heavy tits that strained against the thin material, and between my legs, a hunger that hadn't been properly satisfied in years. I wasn't here for a stroll; I was here to feel alive, to chase that spark of danger in broad daylight. I spotted him on the bench first—alone, eyes on the view, but I could sense his restlessness. He looked like he needed no invitation , and I was in the mood to give one. I approached slowly, my sandals shuffling softly on the sandy path, stopping just in front of him. No words; words would ruin the thrill. I turned my body slightly, letting the breeze lift my dress a fraction, exposing the smoothness of my thighs. His gaze flicked to me, then away, then back—hooked. I smiled, warm and inviting, standing close enough that he could smell my perfume, feel the heat radiating from my skin. My heart raced as I waited, facing forward now, pretending to admire the ocean view. Why him? Because he looked safe yet tempted, because the area was quiet, and because my pussy was already aching, bare under the dress—no panties to get in the way, just slick folds begging for touch. The breeze played again, fluttering the fabric higher, and I felt his eyes on me, devouring the curve of my ass, the shadow between my legs. Come on, I thought, make your move. Then it came—his palm, tentative at first, pressing gently against the back of my calf. Warm, rougher than I expected. I didn't flinch; I stood still, letting him test the waters. His fingers traced up, slow and exploratory, over the swell of my knee, the soft inner thigh. Heat pooled in my core, my clit swelling as anticipation built. Higher... yes, there, the edge of my mound brushing his knuckles. I was soaked already, my juices coating my lips, dripping slightly down my thigh. He froze for a heartbeat, then caressed bolder, his hand cupping the heat of my cunt through the thin barrier of air. I parted my legs just a whisper, inviting him in without a sound. His fingers explored, sliding along my slit, parting the wet folds to find my entrance. God, the relief when he pushed two inside—thick and insistent, stretching my walls as he pumped slowly. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, facing the park like nothing was happening, but my hips rocked subtly against his hand. He found my clit with his thumb, rubbing in firm circles that made my knees weaken, my nipples harden into peaks against the dress. 'Mmm,' I hummed softly, the only sound I allowed, as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. He worked me harder, fingers curling to hit that spot deep inside, his palm grinding against my mound. The breeze cooled the wetness seeping out, but his touch kept me burning. Once he slipped a finger in my arse as well, it was over. Climax hit like a wave—my thighs clamped around his hand, trapping him as my pussy spasmed, gushing over his fingers in hot pulses. I gripped him tight, riding it out silently, stars bursting behind my eyes. When it faded, I released him, feeling his hand trail up over the round globes of my ass, squeezing the flesh before pulling away. I turned then, and watched as he licked my juices off his fingers. I should have given him one last smile—grateful, wicked—and walked off, my dress settling back into place, thighs slick and trembling. But, he had awakened something, so as I stood facing him, I didn’t move, silently willing him to explore more. The telepathy worked - in an instant he had lifted my dress for a good long look, and his fingers quickly found their way to my moist, dripping cunt again. This time, I pulled the top of my dress to the side, exposing my breast and leaning into him encouraging him to take my full breast into his mouth whilst he was working my pussy. His tongue playing with my nipple was like turning a tap on, and my pussy was gushing. So wet. So hot. Thoroughly enjoying the attention, and the thrill of the moment. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out as his strong fingers bought me to yet another orgasm. Slowly I composed myself, readjusted my clothing and turned to walk away. As I melted into the path, I heard nothing behind me, but I knew he'd savour it, just as I'd savour the ache, the secret thrill. Who knew what tomorrow's breeze might bring?

28 November 2025

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In the 1990s I was a Chauffeur/ Hire Car Driver for a Company in Sydney. The thing about being a Hire Car Driver is you meet people from all walks of life. So at the time 30 years and I had a job to pick a business women from the Sydney CBD and drive her to Newcastle. So I pick this lady up who was very pleasant and she sat in the front with me talking. It turned out she was 45 years old, nice looking very attractive, and nice to chat too. I am driving, she's talking, and she asked me do you get any naughty customers in the car? I said there's been a few Couples in the past playing up in the back while I drove. Then she tells me that due to illness her husband hasn't been able to satisfy her needs and this has been over a year so far. We had driven past the Gosford turn off and on our way to Newcastle. She asked me ' if I could stop at the next rest stop' and I thought she wanted to use the toilet. So I pulled in at the rest stop, she got out then about 10 seconds got back in again. Asked me if I liked oral sex which I said of course. The next thing I know she had her dress up around her waste and just looked at me and said ' would you like a taste'? I took my tie and jacket off and started eating this beautiful women's pussy. She was really on heat. As I ran my tongue over her lips and licked her clit before working my way down with my tongue she went wild She had her hand on the back of my head rubbing her soaking pussy on my face as she moaned, keep licking me and finger fuck me. Thank goodness it was a rest stop and not many people around because she was loud. After she got off and cleaned up she said before we set off let me blow you. I just laid back as she went to work on my cock. Lots of tongue work, even sucked my balls. I shot my load in her mouth and she took it all I dropped her off in Newcastle and on my way back to Sydney I was hoping to pick her up in Newcastle a few days later but never happened.

27 November 2025

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Well as a young guy at the time 25 years old and I was single no girl friend at the time, I just did as I pleased. I lived in the suburb of Bondi Beach and shared the place I rented with a nice lady who was a little older then myself. At the time she was a shift worker and worked nights. This certain morning I got up made her some toast and a cup of Coffee, it was around 7.30am in the morning. I had the breakfast on a tray and knocked on her bedroom door with out any answer, so I opened the door to see if she was awake. There was this site of my flat mate legs in the air eyes closed driving this dildo in and out of her very wet pussy, moaning away. I was still holding the tray when she opened her eyes and saw me, but she must have been too far gone by then because she never stopped masturbating. After she stopped I put the tray on her side table and she said " well you've seen me masturbating and now let watch you". I was in shock for a minute. Then she said " come on wear both adults take it out". I just had PJs on so just undid my shorts and because I'd been watching her masturbating I was already hard so started to jerk off In front of my flat mate. She was pinching her nipples with one hand and playing with her pussy with the other. I was playing with my balls and had my hand on my shaft jerking away when she said " move a little closer so I can see you cum". She moved right to the side of the bed. As I was watching her finger her bald pussy I told her I was getting close. Spurt it onto my pussy she asked me so she could rub it in with her fingers. I aimed my cock at her pussy but the first spurt hit her inner thigh, the second and third spurt went over her pussy lips then I rubbed the head of my cock over the out side of her pussy. That was a great way to start the day we both said.

27 November 2025

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I'd been seeing a woman in Western Australia for a while and we sat on the beach having a picnic and drinks very late New Years Eve slowly getting hotter and heavier in the darkness between 2 widely spaced overhead streetlamps just by the beach. I'd been licking her wet pussy for a while and she was returning the favour with her mouth engulfing my cock. She whispered in my ear, "Why don't we continue this at my home?" I thought about it for a quarter of a microsecond and we were off in our cars, me following. Arrived at her home and swiftly moved to the bedroom, where clothes were slowly removed and both she and I were getting very excited and continued with licking her very wet pussy, much to her delight until she suggested I might like to fuck her right now. I started to pop "just the tip" into her very wet pussy, but she moaned, "Not there. I can only cum if you fuck me anally". Now, anal was to be a first for me and not only that, it seemed like a favour to her, rather than a concession to me. And she had prepared for the occasion - all of which was new to me, being a bit of a babe in the woods about that kind of thing at that stage. Out came the lube and she smeared it liberally around and inside her arse while I was watching this very erotic sight. Then she said I prefer to do anal this way - my ex taught me and it's very pleasurable, She put pillows between my back and the bed's headboard, then sat in my lap facing me after putting lots of lube on my fit-to-burst cock also, Then sat on it cowgirl and pushed my cock into her arse OMG - it's so tight, but felt wonderful. She was enjoying it as much as I was and started sliding up and down my cock faster and faster until we both came together. She thanked me for being gentle with her and not being put off. I replied," No - thank you! That was fantastic." Sex is such a varied and pleasurable thing (and my stories so far are just documenting "firsts" for me. All are true, but most are from about 15 years ago. I quickly got experienced (thanks Jimi Hendrix) and realised that sex for some women wasn't to be endured, but to be actively enjoyed, unlike what was the status quo unlike the status quo with my ex. I'll have to get a bit more up to date, LOL.

27 November 2025

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After meeting at the bar, a few drinks, a little banter, we head to a room, big open fire place, flame just flickering… Mesmerizing, just relaxing… I walk up behind you and place both hands on your shoulders gently kissing your neck… you tilt your head slightly wanting more as the goosebumps on your skin appear…ever so slowly my hands work their way around to gently cup your breasts feeling your already erect nipples. I become hard instantly and you can feel me pressing against your hot ass… you turn your head and I let my lips meet yours and we engage in a deep passionate kiss… My hands begin to wander slowly up and down your back, your neck… A very relaxed atmosphere… I guide you to a big comfy lounge chair close to the fire, so cosy and warm… as I drop to my knees you slowly spread your legs exposing your beautiful pussy… I lean back and just stair... seconds feeling like minutes pass by. I move my hands starting at your feet slowly moving them up over your knees to your inner thigh, I can feel goosebumps on your skin. Working my hands to your knees back and forth slowly, I am in no rush but so aroused, your eyes closed and a little sigh, I feel your leg tighten with pleasure, I feel your fingers running through my hair as you gently pull my face close to your wet pussy lips... I gently kiss your thighs many times as I here you murmur, ooohhhhh. I like to hear the sweet sound of pleasure, I move from your thighs and just lightly kiss your wet pussy... divine is the only way to describe it, you now have your hands at the back of my head just holding my face tight against you… its easy to see you want your beautiful pussy licked and sucked hard, my tongue begins exploring. Slowly at first. you start to move and moan as my tongue is moving in and out... up and down as l taste and swallow your sweet juice, your clit is swollen and I want to play, with a finger l begin to massage it as continue to use my tongue… your movement is keeping in time with my tongue as I slip one finger slowly but deep into your pulsing pussy... I can hear a consistent moan as I move my finger in and out, l can see you want more, I use 2, your so wet...I have to suck on that swollen clit slowly, as I am in no rush but so aroused and hard… your eyes closed and a little sigh as my tongue sucking your swollen clit, fingers thrusting back and forth working rapidly in tandem, the rocking stops and your legs shake as you let out loud "FUCK" as you continue to hold my face hard against your pussy... As you release the pressure from my head buried, I look up at you staring at me, all I here is FUCK ME" FUCK ME HARD… l slowly move towards your breasts leaving your pussy wet and tingling.- gently sucking, biting your nipples, I continue to your lips and we begin to kiss passionately where I can feel the your desire, your eyes are telling me you want me deep inside you…

27 November 2025

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The bass from the club’s sound system faded the moment the heavy door clicked shut, plunging us into a silence that felt as dense as velvet. Her apartment was a study in stark contrasts—minimalist, chrome-and-black furniture against walls adorned with vibrant, bold art. It smelled of clean linen and something subtly exotic, like sandalwood. “Drink?” she asked, her voice a low purr that seemed to caress the air between us. She was even more stunning under the soft, focused track lighting, her green eyes holding a knowing glint I’d only glimpsed in the smoky dimness of the bar. “Sure. Whatever you’re having,” I managed, my own voice sounding rough and out of place. She didn’t move toward a liquor cabinet. Instead, she approached me, her heels silent on the polished concrete floor. She stopped just inches away, her presence an intoxicating blend of perfume and sheer command. “I have a… different kind of thirst tonight,” she murmured, her fingers, cool and deliberate, tracing the line of my jaw. “And I have a feeling you might, too.” My heart hammered against my ribs. This was moving fast, faster than I was used to, and a thrill, sharp and electric, shot down my spine. “What did you have in mind?” A slow, devastating smile played on her lips. “A game. A trade. Your obedience for my attention. Your submission for my pleasure.” Her eyes locked onto mine, searching, challenging. She was giving me an exit, a way to politely decline and ask for that drink instead. I didn’t take it. The pulse throbbing in my neck was answer enough. “Yes,” I breathed, the word tasting like a promise. Her smile widened, all predatory grace. “Good boy.” She took my hand, her grip firm, and led me not to a bedroom, but to a different door. The room beyond was unlike any I’d ever seen. Plush, dark carpet. A large, freestanding steel frame in the center. A shelf holding an array of glinting toys, coils of sleek rope, and lengths of black leather. The Domme. The title clicked into place with a jolt of pure, undiluted arousal. I had walked right into the spider’s parlor, and every cell in my body was singing with anticipation. “The first rule,” she said, turning to face me, her demeanor shifting from alluring to authoritative in a heartbeat. “You watch. You listen. You use your safe word if you need to. ‘Red’. Do you understand?” “I understand.” “Then let’s begin.” Her efficiency was breathtaking. She guided my hands behind my back to a cold, vertical metal bar on the frame. With a series of soft clicks, she secured my wrists into leather-padded cuffs. The restraint was immediate, absolute. I was exposed, my back to the room, completely at her mercy. A shiver, one of delicious vulnerability, wracked my body. I heard the soft whisper of fabric falling to the floor. Then her hands were on me again, sliding my shirt up over my head, tossing it aside. Her nails, sharp and perfect, scratched lightly down my spine as she unbuckled my belt, pushing my pants and briefs down my thighs in one smooth motion. The cool air hit my heated skin, and I was laid bare before her. She came around to face me, and I finally saw all of her. Long, powerful legs. The elegant lace of a black harness accentuating the hard, proud length of her cock. It was a stunning contrast to her otherwise feminine form, a mesmerizing embodiment of her complete control and confidence. My breath hitched, not in surprise, but in awe. She saw the look on my face and her expression softened for a fraction of a second, a genuine, warm smile breaking through her dominant facade. “Do you like what you see?” she asked, her tone both commanding and intimately curious. “God, yes,” I groaned, my own arousal now a painful, throbbing ache. “I’m going to enjoy you,” she stated, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She picked up a bottle, poured a generous amount of cool, slick liquid into her palms, and warmed it. Then her hands were on my cock, stroking me with a firm, practiced grip that made my knees weak. I bucked into her touch, a helpless, involuntary motion. She held me steady, her other hand splayed on my stomach. “None of that,” she chided softly. “You don’t get to move. You don’t get to thrust. You are mine to use. You will take the pleasure I give you. Understood?” “Understood,” I gasped. She released me, the sudden absence of her touch its own form of torture. She applied more slickness, this time to herself, stroking her own length with a focused, possessive pride that was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. Then she stepped closer, the head of her cock pressing against me, there, where I was utterly unprepared. I tensed. A flicker of uncertainty. She paused, reading my body perfectly. “Breathe,” she commanded, her voice unwavering. “Just breathe for me. Relax. I won’t hurt you. I’m going to make you feel so good.” I forced a breath out, then in, my body unclenching under her verbal control. She pressed forward, slowly, inexorably. There was a moment of intense, unbelievable pressure, a sharp sting of intrusion that made me gasp. And then… then a wave of sensation so profound it wiped every thought from my mind. She was inside me, filling me, stretching me in a way that felt less like a violation and more like a completion. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my head falling back. She began to move. A slow, deliberate withdrawal followed by a deep, rolling thrust that sparked lights behind my eyelids. Her hands gripped my hips, guiding my body to take her exactly how she wanted. Each movement was calculated, perfect, hitting a spot deep within me that unspooled my sanity thread by thread. “You feel incredible,” she whispered, her own breath becoming ragged. “So tight. So perfect for me.” She picked up the pace, her thrusts growing stronger, more urgent. The leather cuffs bit into my wrists, a sharp counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure building in my core. I was babbling, a stream of “yes” and “please” and her name, which I realized I still didn’t know. She leaned forward, her chest pressed against my back, her lips at my ear. “Come for me,” she ordered, her voice thick with her own rising climax. “Now.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command my body had no choice but to obey. A climax, brutal and intense, ripped through me. My whole body seized, pleasure crashing over me in violent, pulsing waves. As I cried out, shuddering against my restraints, she drove into me one last, deep time. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, and I felt the hot pulse of her release deep inside me, a final, claiming gift. We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, connected. She gently withdrew, her hands soothing my trembling flanks. She uncuffed my wrists, the blood rushing back with a pleasant tingle. I nearly collapsed, but she held me up, turning me to face her. Her expression was fierce, satisfied, and oddly tender. She traced my lips with a finger. “You were exquisite.” A ghost of a smile. “I think we’ll play again. Now, how about that drink?”

27 November 2025

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The heavy door clicked shut behind me, sealing me inside the dimly lit lounge. The air was thick with the scent of leather and something darker—musky, primal. My pulse hammered in my throat as my eyes adjusted to the low light, the single lamp casting long shadows across the room. The older man stood near the couch, his posture unshakable, his presence filling the space like a physical weight. His tight pants left little to the imagination, the outline of his thick, uncut cock already pressing against the fabric. Flanking him were the two muscular men, their chests bare, their cocks fully exposed—veiny, throbbing, glistening with pre-cum. The sight of them made my stomach twist with a mix of dread and something far more shameful. “Come here,” the older man commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. My legs moved before I could think, carrying me forward until I stood just a few feet away. His gaze raked over me, slow and deliberate, like he was stripping me bare with just a look. “Kneel.” The word was a whip crack, and I obeyed instantly, my knees hitting the plush carpet with a soft thud. The position forced my back to arch slightly, my ass lifting just enough to feel the cool air against my exposed skin. I was already wet, my body betraying me before they’d even touched me. One of the muscular men stepped closer, his cock bobbing just inches from my face. I could smell him—salt and sex and something feral. My breath hitched as his fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tight enough to make my scalp sting. “Open,” he growled, and I parted my lips without hesitation. The tip of his cock pressed against my tongue, thick and hot, the taste of him flooding my senses. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, my throat already protesting as he pushed further. Behind me, the other man’s hands slid over my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh before he spread my cheeks apart. A slick, wet pressure teased my tight hole—his cock, already leaking, rubbing against me in slow, maddening circles. “Such a good little slut,” the older man murmured, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. He stepped closer, his polished shoes entering my line of sight as I struggled to take more of the cock in my mouth. The man behind me chuckled, the vibration of it sending a shiver down my spine. “Already dripping for us, aren’t you?” His thumb pressed against my entrance, just the barest hint of penetration, but it was enough to make me whimper around the cock filling my mouth. The sound seemed to spur them on. The man in front of me tightened his grip, fucking my face in earnest now, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as he hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. I was theirs to use. The older man’s hand cupped my jaw, his thumb brushing over my stretched lips as the cock slid in and out. “Look at you,” he mused, his voice a dark caress. “Taking him so well. But we both know you can handle more.” His words sent a jolt of heat through me, my pussy clenching around nothing. Behind me, the other man’s cock pressed harder, the tip breaching my tight ring with a slow, relentless push. I cried out, the sound muffled by the cock in my mouth, my body tensing as he worked himself inside. The burn was intense, my muscles resisting even as my traitorous body slicked with arousal. “That’s it,” the older man crooned. “Take him. Let him fuck that tight little ass while you choke on his friend’s cock.” They moved in perfect, brutal sync. The man in front of me fucked my face with deep, punishing strokes, his balls slapping against my chin every time he bottomed out. Behind me, the other man gripped my hips, his thrusts growing harder, his cock stretching me wider with every snap of his hips. I was trapped between them, spit-roasted, my body theirs to use however they pleased. The older man watched it all with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his own cock now free from his pants, stroking himself lazily as he took in the show. “Fuck, you look perfect like this,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. “A filthy little hole for them to ruin.” The man in my ass groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise. “She’s so fucking tight,” he grunted, his breath ragged. “Gonna cum in this pretty ass.” The words sent a fresh wave of shame and desire through me, my body clenching around him involuntarily. The man in my mouth cursed, his cock swelling even thicker. “Yeah? Gonna fill her up?” his friend panted, his thrusts growing erratic. “Make her take it all?” The older man’s chuckle was dark, approving. “Do it. Mark her. Let her remember who she belongs to.” The first spurts of cum hit the back of my throat without warning, thick and salty. I gagged, but the man held me in place, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down my throat. I swallowed around him, tears streaming down my face as I took every last drop. Behind me, the other man snarled, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep and came, his cum flooding my ass in hot, sticky waves. I whimpered, my body trembling as I was filled from both ends, their seed dripping from my lips and leaking down my thighs. The older man’s hand tightened on my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. His cock was rock hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his thumb smearing the cum on my lips across my cheek. “Taking their loads like a proper slut.” He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. His fingers traced the line of my jaw, then lower, collecting the cum dripping from my ass and rubbing it into my skin like lotion. The act was possessive, degrading, and it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs. I was a mess—used, dripping, my body still throbbing from their rough handling. The older man straightened, his cock still painfully hard as he tucked it back into his pants with a satisfied smirk. “This is just the beginning,” he said, his eyes gleaming with something that made my stomach twist. He turned, gesturing for the other two men to follow. They obeyed without hesitation, their cocks still half-hard as they trailed after him, their gazes lingering on me with promises of more. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room, still bound, still dripping with their cum. My body ached, my ass burning from the stretch, my throat raw from the cock that had fucked it so thoroughly. But beneath the soreness, beneath the shame, there was something else—a throbbing, insistent need that refused to fade. The older man’s words echoed in my mind, a dark refrain that settled deep in my gut. This is just the beginning. The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it sent a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs, my body already craving the next time they’d call me back. The next time they’d use me. The next time I’d be theirs.

27 November 2025

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A few weeks ago I had to buy something on marketplace and the seller wanted cash, so I had to stop at Woolies. I bought one banana and went towards the self checkouts. As I approached, I spotted an attractive women already checking out her items, she turned and we made eye contact briefly. I went to one of the machines and got cash out. My transaction finished exactly the same time as hers and we both made our way to the exit. She was in front of me and I couldn't believe just how sexy she was. Her height was perfect (like 5'6), really fit, and seriously, an arse made in heaven. She had tight little black gym shorts on, which made me giddy right away. I wasn't going to let this opportunity go, not a chance. Outside the front of Woolies, I said 'excuse me', she turned around. I said, sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to compliment you on how great you look, she smiled and said 'that's sweet, thank you'. I said, 'do you go to the gym?', she replied, 'yes, I do'. I told her to keep doing whatever you are doing, because you look outstanding. She blushed and was really flattered by my compliment. I introduced myself and asked for her name. It was Kylie. I said, 'nice to meet you, Kylie', before asking her, what she was up to? She said she had the week off work and wasn't doing much that day. I asked her if she was hungry at all, she said, yes, so I suggested some lunch if she wanted?, she thought for a while, and said, 'sure, why not'. She went to put her items in her car and we walked down to the other end of the complex where the food joints were. We both decided on Grill'd, so we went in and ordered our burgers before sitting down. We chatted for a while about random things, work and gym, etc, where we lived. She had short blond hair and such a cute smile. I knew at this point, I just had to keep cool and not get too excited, as our interaction was going very well and I didn't want to blow it. Eventually our food arrived and we ate. Afterwards, she asked what I had planned for the afternoon? I was meant to be working, but lied and said, not much, as I anticipated she was keen to do something. She said, how about we go to yours and hangout. I said, yes sure. So I texted her my address and drove home. I arrived just before her and we went inside my unit. She took a look around and asked me if I had anything to drink. I offered her some booze, a rum and coke, for sure, she was down. Every time she wasn't facing me, I couldn't help but gaze at her arse, it was absolutely stunning. I'm sure a lot of women would be envious of her. I put some music on and had me a beer. She was looking through my blu-ray collection and wanted to watch a sexy film, apparently. I had the movie Studio 54, so we put it on. We sat on the sofa as we drank and it wasn't long until the first sex scene came on. She giggled and laughed and said how funny to see Ryan Phillippe fucking. She asked me if I was well hung and I said, wouldn't you like to know sweetheart. She lifted her leg up and ran her foot up my leg until it hit my crouch, and started to rub and massage my package with her toes. Instantly, I was getting hard and she felt it, wow, you seem really fucking big, she said. I put my hand down my shorts and grabbed my entire package and put it out. The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes turned so big, as she moved over and grabbed it with her right hand and started to pull on it, as she leant in to kiss me. We made out for a few minutes as she continued to give me a hand job. I couldn't get any harder, she keep saying 'wow'. I took of her top and bra, started to feel her perky tits, whilst we kept kissing. I went down and started to kiss her breasts, running my tongue around her nipples first, just to tease her a bit before giving them a good suck. At this point, I had to get her shorts off, she was wearing a black g-string underneath. I started rubbing her cunt through the g-banger until I felt she was getting wet. She stood up in front of me and I pulled it down to the ground. In front of me was her beautiful little pussy, fully shaved. I gave it a small kiss, before she bent down to pull my shorts and briefs off. I sat back down on the sofa and and she hoped on top of me, she reached around, grabbed my cock and slipped it inside her. She then started to ride me as I lay back on the pillow. I just kept sucking on her nipples. Her pussy was warm, wet and tight, it felt fucking amazing. I would give her 10/10 for riding style too, she moved her hips from left to right as she bounced on my hard dick. From time to time, she would reach back and grab my balls and massage them. That almost had me coming there and then. She must have rode me for a good 15 minutes. I had to get her from behind as that arse was perfect. So we switched up positions, and I bent her over the sofa, and really started going to town, pounding her hard, smashing that pussy. I couldn't help and look at her little arse hole, it was pink and brown around with a tiny little mole on one side. From time to time, I would pull out, rub my cock around her bum and re-enter her. As I was really giving it to her, she was very vocal, moaning with each pounding. I was very close to cumming myself, so kept pulling out to prevent ejaculating. After a while I decided to pull out so we could swap positions again. This time she simply flipped over onto her back. I stayed as I was and pulled her pussy over and she wrapped her legs around me. I entered her again and started to slide it in and out, and up onto her clit with my knob, giving it a good rub and massage. I grabbed her tits and we fucked like this for ages. I just concentrated as hard as I could to keep her giddy and made sure she came first, as she did I rubbed her clit again, as she moaned loudly and emphatically. She just screamed 'wow'. Now, it was my turn. I flipped her over again and went in from behind once more, about 5 minutes in and I fully exploded, pulling out and ejaculating all over her lower back and bum. Fucking amazing, the feeling I felt. I was exhausted too, totally spent. We ended up falling asleep on the sofa for a couple of hours, and woke up later, still naked. Exceptional. She ended up being a good friend with benefits moving forwards now and we have also hit up the gym a couple of times together. So, next time you see an attractive women, approach her because you never know where it may lead. It just takes some confidence.

26 November 2025

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I met a woman online who asked me to her house on the 2nd date. After chatting for a while, she excused herself to go and change. I was just wondering what she would appear in, when she came back in a loose sarong showing some rather luxurious cleavage. Very nice. She sat next to me and we started to kiss - at first, gently. then more passionately. She untied her sarong and I realised she appeared to have forgotten her underwear! Oh, yes! Things got more intimate and she asked me if I had ever fisted a woman. I hadn't, and said so, but was very willing to try and she was extremely willing for me to do so too. She put herself on her hands and knees for what was about to happen. She instructed me to lube her pussy liberally, as well as my hand. I said, "Your wish is my command!" and slowly advanced my hand (fortunately, whilst I don't have Donald Trump hands, they aren't huge). She was loving what I was doing and was urging me to push harder. Never one to disappoint a woman who had asked me so nicely, I did so and my hand just popped in completely. She was moaning constantly now and grabbed a vibrator and placed it over her clit. "Turn your hand from left to right" she asked and when I did so, she started loudly moaning and then yelling how good it was, harder, faster, I'm gonna cum. OMG!!! I thought the neighbours were going to call the police and they'd catch me with my hand stuck inside and have to cart us both, stuck together, to hospital. How would I explain this to the paramedics? However, nobody knocked at the door and she finally screamed and collapsed and my hand popped out with minimal effort - WHEW! I loved doing it - she was a very inventive lover - but have never found another woman who wanted to be fisted, or if they did, their pelvic inlet was too narrow. SIGH

26 November 2025

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The older man stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the hallway light. His presence was commanding, his voice deep and laced with authority as he beckoned with a single, imperious finger. “Come in,” he said, his tone brooking no argument. Heart pounding, you stepped across the threshold, the air thick with anticipation. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you in a world where his rules were absolute. He turned and led you into the dimly lit lounge room, the walls adorned with shadows that seemed to watch your every move. The room was sparse yet opulent, with a leather couch and a low coffee table, the only light coming from a single lamp in the corner. Its warm glow cast long, dramatic shadows across the floor. “Undress,” he commanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. There was no room for hesitation. You obeyed, your fingers trembling as you unbuttoned your shirt, letting it slide off your shoulders and pool at your feet. Your pants followed, then your underwear, until you stood naked, your bare skin exposed to his gaze. “On your knees,” he growled, his eyes narrowing as he took in your vulnerability. You dropped to the floor, your breath quickening as you knelt before him. He stepped closer, his crotch hovering at face level, the bulge in his pants pressing against your cheek. The fabric was tight, hinting at the size of what lay beneath. “Unzip me,” he demanded, his voice sharp. Your fingers fumbled with the zipper, your heart racing as you pulled it down, revealing the outline of his monstrous uncut cock. With a deep breath, you reached out and freed it from its confines. It sprang free, easily over nine inches long, thick and heavy, the foreskin partially covering the glistening head. “Lick it,” he snapped, his voice dripping with dominance. You leaned forward, your lips parting as you wrapped them around the base of his shaft. Your tongue traced the sensitive underside, your mouth working feverishly as it began to harden under your touch. “Pull back the foreskin,” he barked, his hand tangling in your hair. You obeyed, your fingers trembling as you exposed the glistening purple head, slick with pre-cum. “Don’t look at it—suck it, you dirty boy,” he roared, his grip tightening in your hair. You closed your eyes, focusing on the task at hand, your mouth moving rhythmically as he thrust into your throat. The taste of him was intoxicating, salty and musky, and you moaned softly around his cock, your hands gripping his thighs for stability. Minutes passed, each one stretching into an eternity as you sucked him relentlessly, your jaw aching, your lungs burning for air. Finally, he pulled away, his breath ragged as he grabbed your hair and yanked you to your feet. “Follow me,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. You stumbled after him, your knees weak, your body still buzzing from the intensity of the moment. He led you to the bedroom, his hand smacking your ass with each step, the stinging blows fuelling your arousal. The room was dark, save for the soft glow of a bedside lamp, the air heavy with the scent of leather and cologne. “On your hands and knees,” he ordered, his voice brooking no argument. You obeyed, your chest heaving as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed, your ass raised invitingly. He stepped behind you, his presence looming as he reached for something on the nightstand. You felt the cold tip of a dildo press against your hole, and before you could react, he slammed it inside, the sudden invasion making you gasp. Your moans were muffled by his cock still in your mouth, your lungs burning as you struggled to breathe. He thrust the dildo in and out, the rhythm relentless, your body trembling with each stroke. Without warning, he yanked the dildo out, leaving you empty for only a moment before you felt the blunt head of his throbbing cock press against your hole. “Ready for the real thing?” he growled, his voice laced with satisfaction. You nodded, unable to speak, and he thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Your eyes widened, your body arching as he began to pound your ass, his grip brutal as he twisted your nipples, pinching and pulling until you cried out. “I’m ready to cum—roll over,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort. You flipped onto your back, his cock still buried in your ass as he pulled out, his hot cum splattering across your chest. It was thick and sticky, the warmth spreading across your skin as he smeared it over your nipples, his fingers rough against your sensitive flesh. “Lick them clean,” he commanded, shoving his sticky fingers into your mouth. You obeyed, your tongue lapping at his skin, the taste of his cum bitter yet arousing. He shoved his cum-covered cock back into your mouth, his grip tightening in your hair. “Clean it, you dirty slut,” he snarled, his voice dripping with dominance. You sucked and licked, your mouth working feverishly until he was spotless, his cock glistening under the dim light. “Get dressed and leave,” he dismissed, his tone cold and final. You nodded, your body still trembling as you scrambled to pull on your clothes, your skin still tingling from his touch. As you reached for the doorknob, he added with a smirk, “Next time, I’ll have a friend. You’ll take both our cocks.” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought, your mind already racing with anticipation. You left the room, the door clicking shut behind you, the weight of his words lingering as you stepped back into the world, forever changed.

26 November 2025

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The heavy door clicked shut behind me, sealing me inside the dimly lit lounge. The air was thick with the scent of leather and something darker—musky, primal. My pulse hammered in my throat as my eyes adjusted to the low light, the single lamp casting long shadows across the room. The older man stood near the couch, his posture unshakable, his presence filling the space like a physical weight. His tight pants left little to the imagination, the outline of his thick, uncut cock already pressing against the fabric. Flanking him were the two muscular men, their chests bare, their cocks fully exposed—veiny, throbbing, glistening with pre-cum. The sight of them made my stomach twist with a mix of dread and something far more shameful. “Come here,” the older man commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. My legs moved before I could think, carrying me forward until I stood just a few feet away. His gaze raked over me, slow and deliberate, like he was stripping me bare with just a look. “Kneel.” The word was a whip crack, and I obeyed instantly, my knees hitting the plush carpet with a soft thud. The position forced my back to arch slightly, my ass lifting just enough to feel the cool air against my exposed skin. I was already wet, my body betraying me before they’d even touched me. One of the muscular men stepped closer, his cock bobbing just inches from my face. I could smell him—salt and sex and something feral. My breath hitched as his fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tight enough to make my scalp sting. “Open,” he growled, and I parted my lips without hesitation. The tip of his cock pressed against my tongue, thick and hot, the taste of him flooding my senses. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, my throat already protesting as he pushed further. Behind me, the other man’s hands slid over my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh before he spread my cheeks apart. A slick, wet pressure teased my tight hole—his cock, already leaking, rubbing against me in slow, maddening circles. “Such a good little slut,” the older man murmured, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. He stepped closer, his polished shoes entering my line of sight as I struggled to take more of the cock in my mouth. The man behind me chuckled, the vibration of it sending a shiver down my spine. “Already dripping for us, aren’t you?” His thumb pressed against my entrance, just the barest hint of penetration, but it was enough to make me whimper around the cock filling my mouth. The sound seemed to spur them on. The man in front of me tightened his grip, fucking my face in earnest now, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as he hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. I was theirs to use. The older man’s hand cupped my jaw, his thumb brushing over my stretched lips as the cock slid in and out. “Look at you,” he mused, his voice a dark caress. “Taking him so well. But we both know you can handle more.” His words sent a jolt of heat through me, my pussy clenching around nothing. Behind me, the other man’s cock pressed harder, the tip breaching my tight ring with a slow, relentless push. I cried out, the sound muffled by the cock in my mouth, my body tensing as he worked himself inside. The burn was intense, my muscles resisting even as my traitorous body slicked with arousal. “That’s it,” the older man crooned. “Take him. Let him fuck that tight little ass while you choke on his friend’s cock.” They moved in perfect, brutal sync. The man in front of me fucked my face with deep, punishing strokes, his balls slapping against my chin every time he bottomed out. Behind me, the other man gripped my hips, his thrusts growing harder, his cock stretching me wider with every snap of his hips. I was trapped between them, spit-roasted, my body theirs to use however they pleased. The older man watched it all with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his own cock now free from his pants, stroking himself lazily as he took in the show. “Fuck, you look perfect like this,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. “A filthy little hole for them to ruin.” The man in my ass groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise. “She’s so fucking tight,” he grunted, his breath ragged. “Gonna cum in this pretty ass.” The words sent a fresh wave of shame and desire through me, my body clenching around him involuntarily. The man in my mouth cursed, his cock swelling even thicker. “Yeah? Gonna fill her up?” his friend panted, his thrusts growing erratic. “Make her take it all?” The older man’s chuckle was dark, approving. “Do it. Mark her. Let her remember who she belongs to.” The first spurts of cum hit the back of my throat without warning, thick and salty. I gagged, but the man held me in place, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down my throat. I swallowed around him, tears streaming down my face as I took every last drop. Behind me, the other man snarled, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep and came, his cum flooding my ass in hot, sticky waves. I whimpered, my body trembling as I was filled from both ends, their seed dripping from my lips and leaking down my thighs. The older man’s hand tightened on my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. His cock was rock hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his thumb smearing the cum on my lips across my cheek. “Taking their loads like a proper slut.” He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. His fingers traced the line of my jaw, then lower, collecting the cum dripping from my ass and rubbing it into my skin like lotion. The act was possessive, degrading, and it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs. I was a mess—used, dripping, my body still throbbing from their rough handling. The older man straightened, his cock still painfully hard as he tucked it back into his pants with a satisfied smirk. “This is just the beginning,” he said, his eyes gleaming with something that made my stomach twist. He turned, gesturing for the other two men to follow. They obeyed without hesitation, their cocks still half-hard as they trailed after him, their gazes lingering on me with promises of more. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room, still bound, still dripping with their cum. My body ached, my ass burning from the stretch, my throat raw from the cock that had fucked it so thoroughly. But beneath the soreness, beneath the shame, there was something else—a throbbing, insistent need that refused to fade. The older man’s words echoed in my mind, a dark refrain that settled deep in my gut. This is just the beginning. The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it sent a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs, my body already craving the next time they’d call me back. The next time they’d use me. The next time I’d be theirs.

26 November 2025

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My friend John suggested that we visit his friends, Terry and Janice live at Wauchope again. We had not been there for awhile, but I had often thought about what happened to me and my attitude to nudity whilst there. My thoughts had softened after my last visit, I had realized that the nudity was was not that strange when with friends that you trusted, so I said “Why not, when?”, John suggested that next week should be OK but would check with Terry if that was OK with them. Which it was, arrangements were made for the following week. I made a promise to myself that I would go along with being naked as long as I was happy with the situation. That week soon passed and off we went to Wauchope to visit Terry and Janice. When we arrived they made us welcome but did not suggest anything about being naked, which made me feel better. Wine seemed to be the drink of the day so we all had a very nice Red wine with lunch, maybe a few glasses of nice wine! During lunch Terry told us that he had started a massage course at the local Health Clinic and had ordered a massage table which still had not arrived yet as there was a hold up at the factory, but would be delivered soon. That started us talking about massages we had had in the past. I had to admit that I had never had a proper massage. Only that a girlfriend had tried to give me one we both finished up just laughing and playing around, so no I haven’t had a massage I informed them. Which caused Terry to say “Great, I can practice on you, Janice has had too many massages and your body is different size to hers. That will give me more practice. They all agreed that I should allow Terry a chance to have a different body to practice on. Reluctantly I agreed to the massage. John suggested as the massage table is not here yet so why not use the bed as a table, if Ruby lays across the bed at the bottom of the bed Terry can get to at least 3 sides. Towels were laid across the foot of the bed and I undressed. When I did that, the others took it as signal to undress also. So all 4 of us finished up naked. I lay across the bed face downwards so Terry could begin the massaging of my back. He picked up an oil bottle containing the massage oil and slowly put some on his hands which he rubbed together to warm the oil and spread the oil. Next he leant over me, and allowed the oil to dribble onto my back. Then he used his fingers and spread the oil over my back. I must admit that it felt very nice and a little sexy. Feeling his hands moving around my back. As he moved slowly down my spine and closer to my lower back, it definitely felt more interesting. He moved to my legs and massaged slowly moving up the leg till he reached my outer thighs. He was massaging both thighs at the same time. It was then that he got onto the bed and sat on my legs. I guess it was easier for him than standing on the side of the bed. As he massaged my thighs I got the sensation of something touching my lower legs. I suddenly realized that his penis was being gently rubbed against my leg. I only hope that he had not noticed as well. He must not have because he just continued with the massage, slowly moving up my body to my waist and to my back. He changed position It was then that I noticed that his penis had grown and was rubbing between my backside cheeks which were very oily and slippery from the massage oil. I also became very aware of how worked up that I was starting to get and could not help pushing up when I felt his penis rubbing between my cheeks as he massaged my back. I do not think that he did it on purpose or did I cause it but I felt him enter me. I felt that I was in heaven, the feeling was great. Either Terry was unaware of what happened or if he was as happy as I was with it there but he kept going, both massaging and entering me. I was HOT! John my boyfriend had been watching and he was also worked up, he came to where my head was at the side of the bed and lifted my head and put his penis into my mouth to start sucking it even as Terry was pounding me at the other end. I never experienced such a height of excitement. It was as if I had gone to Heaven and this was my reward. After we all calmed down and finished, Janice said that was the best show she had ever seen and that she enjoyed seeing how turned on both Ruby and Terry got. Not to mention both herself and John just by watching. Next time she wanted to be between John and Terry so that I could see how great it looked. Maybe we could try a foursome with all 4 of us getting involved in mutual fun. We will have to see how this story works out with “Ruby” she might even say yes. I would like that if she does. Ruby did mention that she may have a friend who might join her to give me a workout between 2 women. I only hope she does!

26 November 2025

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I often visited friends who are nudists also who live at Umina Beach. Unbeknown to me, either Ruby or John decided that the next time that I visited they would give me a surprise. I do not know if it was Ruby or John’s idea. The last time that I visited I had asked Ruby to have her photo taken with me, we were fully dressed of course. At one stage while John was taking the photos, I put my arms around her, then in one photo I slipped my hands up to cup her breasts. She seemed to like it so I held them perhaps longer than I should have. That is why they were both going to get back at me on my next trip down there. I arrived in full ignorance of what they had in mind of course, a lamb to the slaughter as they say. After the usual pleasantries it as suggested that John take a photo of Ruby and I as the other ones were rushed and did not come out very good as John put it. Ruby and I posed for several shots then John suggested that Ruby take off her shirt and show her lacy bra for the photos. Of course, no protests from me. She took of her shirt to show a bra that showed more than it covered. A few more photos taken then Ruby said I will take my bra off if Arthur takes his shirt off. I did not wait to be asked twice and quickly undid my shirt and removed it. John then suggested several poses that I was not thinking about. After all having naked breasts pushed against your naked chest, slows your thinking down. I do not know how many photos that John had taken, I was too busy enjoying myself. Then, he said take all your clothes off for one last photo. I was only too ready to do that and so it seemed, so was Ruby. I found out later that they had both planned all this to get back at me for playing with her breasts on an earlier visit, apparently it had got her worked up and John had to satisfy her after I left. Back to us getting naked, I thought that John would only take one photo, but no, he took several with him giving instructions, such as “Arthur, place your hand here or rest your hand over her pussy”. He seemed to have several ideas in mind. Just as I thought that he had finished he said, Come into the bedroom for the last shots. He had me to lie down on the bed on my back and told (or was it her idea?) Ruby to sit astride of me as if she was riding me cowgirl style. By now I had a raging hard on and Ruby took hold of it and rubbed it against her pussy. I could feel the hot juices flowing from her onto my swollen cock. I could not have stopped if John had said to stop, I was too far gone and so was she as she slowly lowered herself down onto my awaiting. throbbing cock. It was working just as the two of them had planned it. With John snapping away with his camera. Me? I just lay there and suffered... I do not think so! Hours later, I drove home exhausted, but I was looking forward to my next visit.

25 November 2025

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I met her here early last year. We only exchanged messages now and then, but there was always a spark — the kind that stays quiet until the right night arrives. And that night finally came. It was one of those cold, rainy winter evenings when the entire city seemed shrouded in darkness. I jumped onto AMM without much thought, and there she was — online, glowing like a little ember waiting to be touched. She told me straight away she was restless… heated from the inside… needing an escape from everything at home. The weather, the rain, the loneliness — it had all pushed her to the edge. By the time I messaged her, it was already 8. Booking a hotel would’ve taken too long, and neither of us wanted to wait. I drive a 4WD, so I offered her a different option — something spontaneous, raw, a little reckless. I told her about the way I can tilt the seats down and turn the back into a surprisingly comfortable bed. She didn’t hesitate. Just one word from her: “Yes.” Five minutes later, I was already on the road, heading toward Coburg. It was dark and icy outside, the rain tapping against the windshield hard enough to drown out my thoughts. But the moment she stepped into the car, everything changed. Her presence brought this warmth that cut straight through the cold. Even in the dim light, I could see the tension in her body — not nervousness, but anticipation. She guided me through a few quiet streets until we reached an empty industrial area next to a park. Mist covered every inch of the windows, turning the inside of the car into its own little world. Before leaving the house, I had thrown a few pillows and a heavy wool blanket in the back, and I’d already set the seats down. The space felt like a hidden cabin — enclosed, warm, and completely ours. The rain outside was steady, almost protective, as if it were shielding us from the rest of the world. I turned on a soft camping light. Its warm glow filled the back of the car, and that’s when she slowly unbuttoned her long black dress. She wore nothing beneath it. Her confidence hit me harder than the heat from her body. The curves, the skin, the way she breathed — everything about her felt deliberate, as she knew exactly what effect she had. The atmosphere inside the car changed instantly. The windows fogged, the air thickened, and the energy between us felt magnetic. We moved to the back seat, and the moment was intense, hungry, and unforgettable. There was nothing polished about it — it was raw chemistry meeting bottled-up desire. The way she touched me, the way she reacted to every movement, the heat of her breath on my skin — it was the kind of intimacy that doesn’t need to be described in detail to be felt. Later, resting against the pillows with the rain still hammering the roof, she looked at me with this half-smile, half-breathless expression and said softly: “You’re incredible.” We met again after that — a whole night together —, and it was just as intense. But nothing ever matched the magic of that first encounter. That cold, rainy winter night in the back of my 4WD stays with me. It wasn’t just about desire. It was the thrill. The secrecy. The warmth of two strangers escaping the world for a moment that felt like it didn’t belong to anyone but us.

25 November 2025

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Many years ago when I was single, I decided to visit a swingers club in Spring Hill. Thing were going great, there were people everywhere. I went for a skinny dip in the pool and hooked up with this lovely lady who was there without her hubby. She had had a baby a few months prior and this was her first night out since then, so she was keen to let her hair down. We went upstairs where the club owners wife was putting on a strip show for all and somehow I managed to win a free limo ride for myself and 3 other people. Of course I took the lady I had just met and suggested she pick a couple to come join us. She shot off and within minutes was back with a delightful couple who were more than eager to join us. I let the owner know we were ready to go and within 10-15 minutes all 4 of us were naked and fucking in the back of this limo as we were driven around the Brisbane CBD. The windows were blackout tinted, so there was no way we could be seen, but we had a perfect view of people outside. I remember I was being ridden reverse cowboy with the other lady licking and sucking her clit as she got pummelled by her hubby doggy. Every now and then she would pull my cock out and give it a good stroke and suck and then guide it back inside her. We pulled up to a set of lights and there were people waiting to cross the road, I lost it and filled the condom as we could see people less than 2 feet away from us having no idea there were 4 people naked and fucking right next to them. We eventually got back to the swingers club and spent the rest of the night naked and fucking all over the place. Eventually the club closed and the lady I met said she didn't want to go home yet, so we caught a cab back to my place and fucked until the sun came up. We swapped numbers and kept in touch with little play sessions and club visits until she let me know she was pregnant again and that her and her hubby had decided to take a break from the swinging scene. I was sad, but a few months after she gave birth, I got a call and told I was desired again, but I had to keep it quiet from her hubby as she just liked fucking me. We eventually lost contact with each other, but that night stands out and I was reminded of it in a chat with a lady the other day.

25 November 2025

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It started as nothing at all — some conference small talk. A polite exchange about the absurdity of conferences. Although we were there for different events, our common ground was wanting to escape the crowd, shake off the stink of stale air, and roll our eyes at the universal forced enthusiasm of presenters and their predictable Powerpoint decks. Even though our conversation was similarly cliched, it felt refreshing and easy, and my eyes were wandering to your lips as they moved. Between the obligatory work chatter, the conversation drifted. An offhand remark about the anonymity of being interstate. The feeling of slipping into a version of yourself that wasn’t bound by the usual rules. I could relate, and when I asked what that version of you might want, your smile was slow, teasing. We laughed openly at the more obvious ideas — fake identities, alternate sexualities, twisted fantasies. You enjoyed my joke that I was secretly in town for a furry convention. “I might like to be tied up,” you said, your voice barely above the din of the bar. “And teased. If I trusted someone enough.” Your change in tone, and the blush that quickly rose to your face told me you might be serious. My pulse ticked up, but I played it cool, taking a sip of my drink, watching your eyes flicker over my reaction. “If you trusted someone,” I echoed, amused. “And how does one earn that trust?” You tilted your head, considering. “Maybe by not acting too eager,” you mused. “Maybe by letting me wonder if you’d actually do it.” The conversation swayed between innocent and suggestive, an intoxicating line we walked as we leaned just slightly closer. But obligations pulled us back. Work drinks. Networking. The game we were actually here to play. So we parted, swapping numbers in a moment of casual inevitability. I had wanted to take the bait, to say yes, name the time, I’ll do whatever you want me to do. But that would be too eager, just another guy over-reaching trying to get laid on a work trip. You had given me the gift of a new and real fantasy, and at the very least I could hold it in my mind, and think of you while I touched myself thinking of things I might never actually do. I hadn’t expected more than that. Hours later, back in my hotel room, I was winding down. Underwhelmed by everything the evening offered after our unexpected moment of exhilaration. The city buzzed quietly beyond the thick hotel glass, and I was lazily playing with myself, imagining you. I thought of messaging you, but again, too eager. I figured you had probably gone on to have a fun night, might still be out, or found someone for more immediate fun. I was considering sleep when my phone lit up. Room 1124. A pause. Then another message. Passcode: 2379. I’m an early riser, but it’d be nice if you came and woke me up. I read it twice, letting the implications settle over me, heat crawling up the back of my neck. The invitation was deliberate. The passcode — an act of trust. I was right to play it cool. I could picture it already. You, still warm from sleep, drowsy in the hotel sheets. The moment you’d feel the shift of the bed, the whisper of restraint slipping around your wrists. How your breath might catch as you realised I had actually come. That we were actually doing this. I set my phone down, exhaling slow. I’d be up early. It was 6:30 AM when I arrived at your hotel room, the dim hallway outside hushed in the early morning stillness. I entered quietly, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. The room was warm, bathed in the faint glow of the city creeping through the heavy curtains. My eyes adjusted quickly, settling on you — sprawled across the bed in a way that was both innocent and deeply inviting. You were still, wrapped in the white hotel sheet that had slipped just enough to reveal the smooth curve of your thigh and the round swell of your ass. An oversized t-shirt draped over your frame, the hem riding high on your hips. Your short hair was a little messy, standing up in parts that was exceptionally cute and sexy. I watched you sleep for a moment — the slow, steady rise and fall of your chest told me you were still drifting, but I could hear the faintest hitch in your breath that seemed to be quickening — an unconscious giveaway. You knew I was here, and the sleep was a part of the fantasy. You didn’t want me to nudge you awake and talk about what we should do.. you wanted me to do it. My gaze flickered to the bedside table. A neat little collection of silk ties and robe sashes lay in a pile, carefully arranged for me to use. It was a silent, deliberate invitation, a confirmation that this wasn’t just a passing thought from last night’s conversation. This was real. This was happening. I stood there for a moment, taking you in. The way your body stretched languidly across the bed, the way your hands had already found their way up toward the pillow as if waiting to be bound. I inhaled, steadying the heat rising in my chest, fighting my own nerves and overwhelming desire to lean in and touch you, kiss you, feel you against me. I had been thinking of your lips. I thought of the anticipation you must be feeling, exploding with nerves and excitement inside while maintaining the allure of a peaceful and serenely sleepy exterior. I stepped forward, careful not to disturb the quiet too soon. Lowering myself onto the mattress, I reached out, my hand resting lightly on your shoulder. The warmth of your skin under my fingertips sent a pulse of electricity through me. You let out a soft, sleepy sound, exhaling as you shifted slightly, rolling just enough for your hands to fall freely above your head. A small, knowing smile ghosted across your lips, fleeting but unmistakable. Your eyes remained shut, but everything about you told me you were waiting. This was your way of giving me permission, of surrendering to the moment we had both been thinking about since last night. I reached for the ties. And then, I began. I took for your hand first, gently gripping your wrist and caressing the soft skin there, feeling the way your pulse quickened beneath my fingertips. My other hand trailed up your arm, across your shoulder, lingering at the base of your neck before skimming over your collarbone. The thin fabric of your t-shirt did nothing to conceal the way your nipples pressed against it, almost visibly hardening as I watched. I made a mental note to wrap my mouth around them as soon as I could. Carefully, I picked up one of the silk ties and fastened your wrist to the bed frame, ensuring the knot was secure but not too tight. Then, leaning over you, I reached for your other wrist, using one of the robe sashes to bind it in place. As I stretched across your body, my breath fanned over your neck, my lips brushing your skin ever so lightly. The subtle shift of your hips, the quiet, needy exhale that escaped you — it was unmistakable. Once you were tied, I sat back for a moment, taking you in. My own restraint was tested as I reached down, peeling off my t-shirt and pushing my soft shorts to the floor, leaving only my underwear. The morning air felt cool against my skin. As I stepped toward the bed, your eyes fluttered open. They were filled with desire, dark with anticipation. No words were needed. We both knew exactly where this was going. I started by letting my hands wander beneath the sheet, fingertips grazing the soft skin of your calves, traveling slowly up the length of your legs. The fabric bunched slightly as I moved, and I resisted an almost overwhelming temptation to pull it away entirely. I wanted to see you — every inch of you — but I wanted to savour the reveal. You did say you wanted to be teased, after all. As my hands roamed up over your hips, my excitement deepened at the realisation that you weren’t wearing anything beneath your oversized shirt. Just bare skin, warm and waiting. My pulse quickened at the thought of how easily I could remove that last barrier between us. Your skin was radiating with warmth from sleep, and my mind briefly flashed a more demure image of spooning and cuddling you on a lazy weekend afternoon. I shifted, kneeling on the bed between your legs, and leaned in to kiss you. You responded instantly, lifting your head to meet me, your lips soft and warm, parting as you kissed me back with a slow, intimate passion. Your tongue teased mine, deepening our connection as our bodies pressed together through the layers of fabric and sheets. The heat between us built with every touch, every shared breath. Your legs parted just a little more, and I moved in closer, my hand traveling up to cradle your neck. I shifted my face to the side and kissed your neck, and teased your earlobes with my tongue. You gasped audibly and I could feel your hips shift. As I pulled back slightly after another kiss, you bit my lower lip — playful, teasing — before giving me a look filled with unmistakable desire and want. I resumed my position at the foot of the bed, reaching for the edge of the sheet. Gripping it gently, I tugged, watching as it trailed over your body, first gliding over your breasts, then your waist, before slipping away completely. The fabric pooled at the foot of the bed, leaving you nearly bare before me. You were trembling slightly, anticipation thrumming through you. The hem of your t-shirt barely covered you, teasing me with glimpses of the soft curve of your hips and the dip of your waist. A flash of bare skin here, the subtle shadow of your thighs there — just enough to drive me wild. I leaned down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your calf, then another a little higher, following the heat of your skin up to your thigh. Your body tensed and melted in equal measure beneath my touch. My hands slid up, gripping your hips firmly, my fingers slipping underneath to grasp the full curve of your ass. I moved painfully slow, drawing out the moment, savouring the build-up. Every inch of you begged for my attention, and I was in no rush to deliver it all at once. You did say you wanted to be teased, although by now it felt like I was teasing myself as well. My mouth hovered just over your vulva, the last sliver of fabric barely shielding you. The heat radiating from you was undeniable, the smallest shift of your body pressing you closer, urging me on. I held there for a breath, watching, waiting, feeling you pulse with need beneath me. And then, finally, I moved. I lifted the edge of your shirt to reveal your vulva, eager with anticipation, with short trimmed pubic hair. My eyes lingered, taking in every inch of your exposed skin, before I leaned back down, my breath hot against your inner thigh. My hands slid beneath you, fingers curling around the curves of your hips, pulling you slightly toward me. My mind flashed, just for a second, to the thought of you trimming yourself — an image so intimate, so tender, it made my desire for you even more unbearable. And then, I tasted you. You were glistening wet and radiating heat. I couldn’t wait any longer, and placed my mouth over your lips, and pressed my tongue inside you. The first stroke of my tongue sent a shudder through your body, a soft, helpless moan falling from your lips. You were impossibly wet, glistening with heat and need. I pressed deeper, letting my tongue explore you, savouring the way your body responded — hips lifting, thighs trembling, the ties around your wrists pulling just slightly as your fingers curled instinctively. As you lifted my hands slipped below you, feeling the full curve of your ass, at which i let out a desiring moan, or grunt, of my own. I pressed my tongue deeper still and gripped your bum with both hands. You were lifting and clenching in response, and using all the leverage you had with your hands still tied. I let my tongue trace upward, teasing, before circling back down and finding your clitoris, hard and ready. I pictured you grabbing my hair if you could, while I ran the tip of my tongue back and forth, your body quivering with every flick of my tongue and stroke of my lips. Your legs came up around my head, and I could feel you squeeze as you wrapped them around me. I continued to flick and tease, while you lifted and swayed your hips, eager for maximum contact. I could only imagine how you felt, experience so much pleasure but with nowhere to go when it got overwhelming. I imagined you riding the crest of a wave that could fall at any moment, plunging you into depths of pleasure and driving you crazy. I relocated a hand and slid my underwear off, which you didn’t notice but would in time. I ran the same hand up your thigh, and pressed two fingers smoothly into your vagina. You felt tight and there was resistance, but your overwhelming wetness made it easy. Your body answered, pushing toward me, wanting more. I gave it to you, my hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you even closer, my tongue teasing, flicking, and my fingers pressing deeper. Your breath came faster now, each exhale shaky, filled with pleasure. I could feel the tension winding inside you, building, spiralling toward something inevitable. I let my lips close around you, sucking gently, then harder, letting my tongue roll against you while my fingers pressed in a steady, torturous rhythm. I placed my mouth back over your vulva, my tongue pressing against you with urgency now, drinking in every moan, every shudder of your body beneath me. At the same time, I reached up, hastily pushing your shirt higher until it gathered just beneath your collarbones, revealing your breasts in the dim morning light. They were perfect — soft, full, your nipples hard and eager for my touch. Wet from being inside you, I ran my fingers over them, watching as the moisture left behind caught the light. Your skin felt electric, and as my fingers found your nipples and began to squeeze and flick them, you let out a sound that was pure, desperate pleasure. You were panting now, moaning without restraint, the sounds coming from your lips in a steady rhythm that only made me harder, made me want you even more. I leaned up, replacing my fingers with my mouth, my tongue circling one nipple before I closed my lips around it, sucking gently, then teasing it between my teeth. You gasped, arching into me, your body begging for more, and I gave it to you — switching to the other, lavishing it with the same attention, tasting the sweet salt of your skin. As I shifted my position slightly, you suddenly tensed, your eyes going wide as you felt it — my cock, hard and straining, and casually brushing against the inside of your thigh. It was just a passing touch, a small, teasing moment, but I felt the way your breath caught, the way your legs instinctively parted just a little more. I smirked against your skin. A new idea had taken root in your mind. A new desire, one that neither of us could ignore much longer. I continued kissing you, my lips trailing across your skin, moving from your breasts to your chest, relishing the rise and fall of your breath beneath me. I kissed higher, up the delicate line of your collarbone, over the curve of your neck, where I felt your pulse hammering against my lips. Your skin was warm, fevered, and as I made my way back to your mouth, I felt your hands instinctively tug at their restraints, not to resist, but to reach for me. When our lips met again, it was intoxicating — like I had been away from you for too long, though it had only been moments. Your mouth was soft and welcoming, your tongue meeting mine in slow, eager strokes, as if drinking me in, pulling me deeper into you. As we kissed, my hips moved against you, and I felt it — felt the head of my cock brushing against your wetness, the slick heat of you coating me, making it nearly impossible not to slide inside right then and there. The temptation was maddening, the way you fit against me, how effortlessly our bodies aligned. But I waited. I kept our rhythm, my lips still tangled with yours, as I let my cock glide against your clit, teasing you with slow, deliberate movements. I could feel every shiver that ran through you, hear every breath that caught in your throat. Your legs shifted, welcoming me in, parting just enough that I could slide between them, nudging against your entrance, so close, so impossibly close. Then you looked at me, your eyes found mine, and in that single glance, I knew. I saw the need, the ache, the silent plea, but I wanted to be certain. “Are you sure?” I murmured against your lips, my voice rough with restraint. You bit your lip, and nodded. Then, barely above a whisper, you breathed the word — “Please.” I had loved every moment of having you tied up — watching you writhe under my touch, seeing the pleasure ripple through you while you surrendered to the slow, deliberate teasing. The thrill of exposing you to me, piece by piece, feeling you tremble in anticipation. Two strangers, bound by an unspoken understanding, coming together in this shared, intimate hunger. But I didn’t want to fuck you while you were still tied up. I leaned in, kissing you again, keeping the head of my cock poised at your entrance, right on the edge of slipping inside. Your body tensed with expectation, but instead of pushing forward, I reached up, my fingers moving to the knots of silk and fabric that bound your wrists. Your eyes flickered open, first in surprise, then in something deeper — gratitude, relief. You hadn’t resisted the restraints, but now, as I loosened them, as I slid your hands free, I could see how much you wanted to touch me, and to have your autonomy to guide our mutual pleasure. I guided your arms around my shoulders, letting them drape over me naturally, feeling your fingertips press into the muscles of my back, your nails teasing over my skin. Then, as I cradled the back of your head, pressing my forehead to yours, I slowly, deliberately pushed forward. Your gasp filled the space between us. It was louder this time — half excitement, half surprise. As wet as you were, I could feel the resistance, the tightness of you around me, gripping me as I pressed deeper. I moved slowly, milking every millimetre, feeling you stretch, feeling your body adjust around me. My breathing grew heavier, my control tested as I fought the urge to drive into you all at once. Instead, I let the moment build, let us both feel every second of it, let the pleasure mount like a slow, burning wave. You were trembling beneath me, your fingers clutching at my shoulders. I kissed you again — deep, reassuring — before pushing just a little further, sliding deeper, filling you completely. Relative to the drawn out tease of what had happened so far, the final part happened in a flash. Once I was inside you, and you felt the full depth and girth of how I felt inside of you, we established a rhythm that we were helpless to stop. Fast but steady, I was pushing my hips into you rhythmically, while you pulled me into you and explored with your hands, enjoying the new found freedom. You ran them up my back, grabbing me with your nails, scratching ever so slightly, and moved up to my hair and face. You used one hand to brace my chest, feel my collarbones, and even ran your fingers up to my mouth, which I kissed and sucked with glee. All the while I continued to thrust and when your hands found their way to my bum, I pressed my face into your chest and quickened the pace. I flew too close to the sun, I was experiencing an overwhelming wave of pleasure and there was no going back. Luckily, you caught the wave with me, and as I thrust in and out of you, in full strokes, coming almost all the way out, before going all the way back in, I could feel you still tight and tensing against me from the inside. As I thrust inside you one last time I exploded, my cock spasming and twitching inside you as the wave crashed and we clung to each other, grasping and tensing and flexing. I held you tight, wanting to stay inside you forever, to roll over and fall asleep together. Hop a plane and fly to a desert island where we could wander naked and fuck on the sand, kiss in pools and streams. We shifted, both wanting to decouple from the moment without disrupting any of the exquisite and uncluttered intimacy that we had both experienced. I lay down briefly on your chest, catching my breath. Your chest was heaving as well. We had exchanged so few words, contributing greatly to the dream-like state we found ourselves in. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, or ruin the moment. I kissed you softly on the lips and whispered ‘thank you’, and you smiled knowingly, with your own sense of gratitude in your eyes. I watched as you slid off the bed, and watched you cross the room to the bathroom, to turn on the shower. I ogled your naked bum every step of the way, wanting that to be my lasting impression, to be an image tattooed on my eyeballs. I recovered my clothes, returned the sheet to the bed and untied the remaining tethers from the bed, placing them on the bedside table.

22 November 2025

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The room pulsed with the scent of our desire, the air so thick with the heat of our entwined bodies it felt like we were drowning in it. I was lost in you, my love, my cock buried deep inside your perfect, silken pussy, each thrust a vow to the fire that consumed us. When I came, it was a tidal wave, a flood of warmth that filled you, your soft gasp echoing in my ears, proof you felt every pulse of my release. Your walls clenched around me, milking every last drop, and I shuddered, spent, ready to collapse into the haze of our shared ecstasy. But you had other plans. As I moved to roll off, your hands shot out, fingers tangling in my hair with a grip that was both fierce and possessive. You pulled me back, your eyes blazing with a command that sent a shiver racing down my spine. “Not yet,” you purred, your voice low, laced with an authority that made my pulse quicken. “You’re not done, my sweet bitch.” The word struck like a spark, igniting a molten mix of embarrassment and raw, aching arousal. Your lips curled into a wicked, knowing smile, and you tugged harder, guiding my face down your body with deliberate intent. “Make me come with that mouth of yours,” you demanded, your tone unyielding. “Do it well, and I’ll have a surprise for you.” My cheeks burned at your words, but the heat only fueled my hunger. I wanted to please you, to taste you, to make you unravel beneath my tongue. You shifted, spreading your thighs wider, your glistening pussy beckoning me closer, a siren’s call I couldn’t resist. “You’ve always wanted to play the part, haven’t you?” you teased, your voice dripping with mischievous delight. “To taste me like you’re my devoted little lesbian lover. No lingerie needed this time—just you and me, raw and unfiltered.” I didn’t hesitate. My lips found your slick, trembling folds, and I dove in, licking and sucking with a fervor that made you moan, the sound a symphony of your pleasure. Your taste—sweet, tangy, laced with the faint salt of my own release—drove me to the edge of madness. Your fingers tightened in my hair, pushing my face deeper, guiding me with ruthless precision to where you needed me most. “That’s it,” you gasped, your hips rocking against my mouth, a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. “Eat me like you mean it!” Then you leaned down, your breath hot and dangerous against my ear, whispering words that made my cock twitch despite its exhaustion. , your voice dark and sultry, a velvet blade. “Imagine I’m dripping with cum, and you’re cleaning me up, tasting every bit of it. The thought was filthy, forbidden, a jolt of heat that seared through me. My tongue worked harder, lapping at you, savoring the fantasy you painted with such cruel clarity. Your words pushed me to the brink of my own desire, and I groaned against you, the vibration making you shudder. You weren’t done testing me. “You like this, don’t you?” you taunted, pulling my hair to tilt my head up, forcing me to meet your piercing gaze. “You love eating my wet, dripping pussy,.” Your eyes sparkled with absolute power, and I could only nod, my lips slick with you, my pride swallowed by desire. “Good,” you murmured, releasing me with a smirk. “Now, I’m going to make this even better.” Before I could process your words, you pushed me onto my back, straddling my chest with a predatory grace that made my breath catch. “Hands behind you,” you ordered, and I obeyed, letting you bind my wrists with a silk scarf from the bedside, its softness a cruel contrast to my vulnerability. The restraint heightened my arousal, leaving me utterly at your mercy. Then you moved, sliding up until your thighs framed my face, your pussy hovering just above my lips, a tantalizing promise. “I’m going to grind on you,” you said, your voice thick with lust. “And you’re going to take it all.” You lowered yourself, your wet heat enveloping my mouth, and you began to move—slowly at first, then faster, grinding against my tongue with a rhythm that consumed me. I licked and sucked, lost in the pulse of your hips, your taste overwhelming my senses. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel the tension building in you, a storm about to break. “Fuck, you’re so good at this,” you gasped, your fingers digging into my shoulders, anchoring yourself to me. “Keep going. Make me come.” The fantasy you’d planted took root, and as I devoured you, the thought pushing me to new heights of depravity. It was wrong, it was wild, and it made me ache for you even more. Your thighs trembled, your breath hitched, and with a shattering cry, you came, your body shuddering above me, your pussy pulsing against my tongue in waves of raw pleasure. You collapsed beside me, panting, but your eyes still gleamed with mischievous intent. “You did so well,” you whispered, stroking my cheek with a tenderness that belied your dominance. “So, well that I want more. You leaned closer, your lips brushing my ear, your breath a tease. Your soft voice and words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I groaned, my cock already hardening again, betraying my hunger.

21 November 2025

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