I’ve thrown a few parties in my life. Many are those that simply occurred due to ‘normal’ life such as birthdays and holidays. Then there are those that are talked about for years and years later, You know, the memorable ones or the legendary ones. I like to think that I’ve thrown two such parties. The first was during sixth form (year 12) when my parents went on holiday. It was nearing the end of ‘our’ school year, and we were supposed to be studying for our HSC exams. That’s when I decided to have a party for most of my girlfriends from high school. Going to an all Catholic girls school in Newcastle back in the eighties was a bit repressive and not much fun. So, I photocopied some invites at Officeworks and made a few mixed tapes weeks in advance, all on the sly. I probably would have gotten away with it had the neighbours not dobbed me in because their Alsatian didn’t like the sausages that Sally kicked threw over the fence. It also didn’t help that someone spilled their Malibu and milk on the lounge carpet and I couldn’t get the stench out. Also, Margaret had climbed out of my upstairs bedroom window onto the carport roof to squat and pee onto the garden below. Why, because a couple of girls were fingering each other in the bathroom, and clearly her walking downstairs was too inconvenient. The second party was during my last year at Teachers College. Again at my parents home but this time with their knowledge and approval. Twenty to thirty or so people; maybe more due to some girls bringing guests and my parents insisting I invite the neighbours this time, all squeezed into a large detached suburban house and garden. The parents and other ‘older’ folk just chilling on the sofa swapping boring stories over a few cans or some Clayton's and milk. Meanwhile us younger folk danced away to some loud music and drank heavier spirits that several guests had smuggled in. Katrina was my best friend, from our early school days to now. Our parents had been friends from before we were born. Katrina exhibited a bunch of features that made boys (and men) look more than twice. Shoulder length dark hair and a curvy behind that filled her jeans nicely. In fact, curvy everywhere under the low-cut or tight fitting T-shirts she favoured that highlighted her ample sized breasts. She was gorgeous in her own way, though always resented the fact that boys were more focused on me. Obviously the boys our own age were too inexperienced or too nervous to think they stood a chance with her. That’s when I noticed John, Katrina’s date. He was older and seemed more mature than all the boys I had known. I didn’t notice at the time that I fancied him. He had a nice car (Brock Commodore V8) and I laughed at his crap jokes and had an impish grin when he teased me for being a good ‘Catholic’ girl. To Katrina’s frustration, he spent most of the night talking to me. I was a naive eighteen-year-old with no real experience with men. Besides, Katrina had mentioned he was her boyfriend, so as far as I figured, he was off-limits. Friend zone material. Just for the record, six months earlier, she had slept with my boyfriend Martin behind my back. I forgave her because I didn’t really blame her. I guess he had gotten too frustrated with me only letting him grope my breasts and finger my pussy. I had only stroked his penis through his trousers and definitely refused to let him take it out and put it in my mouth. Anyway, that was in the past and Katrina and I had resolved our differences, without me thrusting several kitchen knives into her back. So, did I end up thinking about John after the party? Yes, did I imagine him naked in my bed with me, instead of Katrina while I masturbated alone that night? Fine, okay, yes I did. Hey, I didn’t say I was a ‘good’ Catholic girl. Remember the party? Well it was raunchy and loud. It was the sort of event where nobody would believe the things that happened when they were remembered weeks, months, years later. Like when I wandered down the hall towards the lounge and was startled by someone hitting the floor of the alcove by the stairs with an almighty crunch. Turns out some silly bastard had found some string, and egged on by his mates, decided he could tie it to his ankle and use it to bungee off the landing over the banister. Except he’d cut too much and found the floor first. How he avoided not ending up in the John Hunter Hospital, I have no idea. Probably the vacuum cleaner broke his fall. It never did work properly after that night. Like I said, it was a crazy party, and I did get drunk. Very, very, very drunk. It was late when I sauntered into the back garden, illuminated only by the house lights blazing from where the music thumped. Martin, Sally, Katrina and Jon were there. It must have been shot o’clock because Martin had opened a bottle of Tequila and was pouring it into three outstretched plastic tumblers without much regard for volume. John beckoned me over, grabbed a tumbler off the table with the leftover barbecue food on it, and held it out to me. No doubt mesmerized by the bulge in his trousers, I took it and Martin poured. Standing there, drinks in the middle, glasses touching, Martin declared, “Down the hatch,” and we all chugged. The tumblers clinked together again and he sloshed another healthy slug of alcohol into them. With a collective, rising, “Woo,” we lifted the glasses, chugged again and swallowed. It fucking burned, I remember that. Not tequila heat. Sharper, rougher, like someone deep throated me with a chainsaw. I screwed my eyes shut, winced and shook my head as if that would somehow dissipate the fire. It didn’t. Part of me knew this was stupid, but a greater part of me didn’t want to wuss out in front of Martin and Katrina, and I definitely wanted to impress John. Hey, most of us were young and dumb and full of piss, while others were full of cum. I guess I tried to stumble back inside and I remember John catching up with me, and grabbing my waist. I think I tried to have a conversation, but I remember him laughing and to this day I don’t remember what I said, or couldn’t say, that he found funny. Soon enough, the word “bed” filtered through the alcoholic fuzz, and that sounded like a good idea. I let him lead me inside, through the living room, dodging loud conversations, threading past people up the stairs, onto the landing where someone I didn’t know was still trying to undo the string from the banister. He asked which was my room. I pointed and he opened the door. Two people were on my bed. He had one hand up her top and the other between her legs, and she was moaning. They suddenly stopped and got up. I think I apologized, which was ludicrous given it was my room and my bed they were on. Don’t ask me what happened next, as all I can remember was my mother tucking me in and leaving a bucket next to the bed. The next day I was completely hung over. The night before was a complete write-off and I only recall snatches of it. The coldness of the bathroom tiles on my knees compared to the fire in my throat as I hurled into the toilet bowl. The freezing tiles on my back as I sat there between bouts of retching in just my lacy G-string, cradling my legs while my mother held back my hair or dabbed a cool flannel on my face. My mum and I talked, but I don’t recall a word either of us said. We might have been there for hours until the nausea subsided, but it could have been less. Or more. Time was irrelevant, she took care of me. The next thing I remember is groggily waking on my bed, the sun warming my back. Mum was gone, me still in my G-string and no top on, I tiptoed over to my draws, pulled out a more modest pair of panties and a bra, and then staggered to the shower. I was a nervous wreck throughout the next few days, worrying if I’d blurted out to mum why I had been wearing a G-string and no bra the night before. I really hoped that I hadn’t told her that it was because I wanted to make it easier for someone to access my pussy. I guess I wasn’t such a good Catholic girl after all.

17 September 2026

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I had a fall and a couple of days in hospital as I hurt my right hip and they told me I can’t go home to be on my own so my son said I can’t go home and I was staying at his place till the DRS give me the ok to be on my own and the daughter inlaw got a call into work and her mother came over and stayed at there place with me to make sure I rested and I was saying I needed a pain killer and I had that and she said she would massage my hip so I stripped down to my undies and while she was leaving over to massage my hip I got caught having a good look at her Double D Boobs and she said it looks like I liked what I was looking at and I looked down to see I had a stiffey and she said it was a shame to keep it covered up and next thing she’s taking her top and Bra off and I said it not fair that I had nothing on Down below so she stepped out of her dress and panties and there before me was one hairy pussy and she went back to massage my hip and brushing her hands over my cock and next thing I know I had some pre cum leaking and next thing she took it in her mouth and gee she was good as I don’t blow as quickly as I did and after I gave her a month full she said it was my turn and she sat on my face and put my tongue to work and after a couple of minutes she said to open wide and shit she gave me a month full and she went back to massaging my hip and my old fella got hard again and she got on top of me and rode me stuff the pain I was in and what seem like for ever I said I was coming and she told me to wait as she was coming as well her daughter rang and asked if I was resting she told her I was in bed resting I wouldn’t call it resting but if that’s resting I can’t wait to have her massaging my hip again

16 September 2026

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She was 53, listed as “single, open to fun, no games.” Her photos showed a woman who took care of herself—soft blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, fair skin, dark lashes framing expressive eyes, and a full, soft mouth that looked like it knew how to smile and how to beg. We matched on a quiet Sunday evening. The messages started light, then turned honest fast. She liked that I didn’t pretend to be younger or cooler than I was. By Wednesday morning we were trading photos of coffee cups and dirty jokes. At 11:17 a.m. she sent: Sunny Wednesday. My place. 4:00. Door’s unlocked if you’re late. Don’t be late. I wasn’t. The apartment was on the third floor of a quiet brick building. Afternoon light poured through the hallway windows. I knocked once. The door opened almost immediately. She stood there in a deep emerald silk robe that clung to her hips and breasts. The belt was loosely tied. Black lace and thin straps peeked at the neckline. Tall black knee-high boots with a modest heel framed her calves. Her blonde hair was pulled back into that same loose ponytail, a few soft strands framing her face, and she smelled like warm skin and something citrusy. Her eyes met mine directly, dark lashes lowering just a fraction as she looked me over. “Hi,” she said, voice low. “You’re on time.” I stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me. She didn’t move. She just looked at me for a long second, then took my hand and led me to the wide, low couch by the window. Sunlight striped the cushions. She turned, put both hands on my chest, and shoved—not hard, but decisive. I sat. She climbed onto my lap, knees on either side of my thighs, the silk robe sliding open as she settled her weight on me. She didn’t kiss me right away. She rolled her hips once, slow, letting me feel the heat of her through the thin barrier of my jeans and her lingerie. Then she leaned in and kissed me the way someone kisses when they already know they’re going to get what they want—patient, thorough, tongue sliding against mine, teeth grazing my lower lip. I could feel her breathing change. Her hands went to the belt of the robe. One tug and the silk fell open. The lingerie was pure black and deliberately revealing. A strappy bra with thin bands that framed and lifted her full breasts, small gold hardware glinting at the centre. Matching high-cut panties sat low on her hips. A wide lace garter belt cinched her waist, with delicate straps running down to hold sheer black stockings that had a clear seam running up the back of each leg. The tall black boots stayed on, the tops of them just below the lace bands of the stockings. She rolled her hips again, grinding the already-damp crotch of those panties against the hard line of my cock. The friction was deliberate—long, slow strokes that made her breath hitch every time the seam of the lace dragged over her clit. “Feel that?” she murmured against my mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this since last night.” I put my hands on her ass, guiding the grind, keeping it slow. She tried to speed up. I held her hips and forced the pace back down. She made a soft, frustrated sound and kissed me harder. We stayed like that for a long time—her grinding, me controlling the pressure, the wet heat of her soaking through denim until my cock was aching. Every time her breathing got sharp and her thighs started to shake, I eased the pressure, made her circle instead of press. She cursed under her breath, her ponytail shifting as she moved. “Please… just a little harder—” I didn’t. I kept her right on the edge, rocking her against me until she was trembling and the front of my jeans was a dark, wet patch. Only then did I lift her off my lap and lay her back on the couch. I knelt between her legs, hooked my fingers in the sides of the black panties, and peeled them down over the garter straps, stockings and boots. She was shaved smooth except for a neat strip, and already glistening. I spread her open with my thumbs and licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. She arched hard. I did it again, then settled in—flat tongue, steady pressure, circling her clit without ever giving her the direct suction she was chasing. Every time her hips lifted and her hand came down to push my head closer, I pulled back just enough. I slid two fingers inside her, curled them, stroked that spot that made her thighs clamp around my ears, but the moment her walls started fluttering I slowed everything down. Licked softer. Fingers still. She was dripping down my chin, gasping, begging. Her dark lashes fluttered as she looked down at me. “Please—fuck—don’t stop, I’m so close—” I stopped completely. Sat back on my heels and watched her. Her chest heaved. The strappy black bra still framed her breasts; her nipples strained against the thin fabric. Soft blonde strands had come loose from the ponytail around her flushed face. The lace of the garter belt sat snug against her soft stomach. She reached between her legs and I caught her wrist. “Not yet.” I stood, stripped, then pulled her up and turned her around. Bent her over the arm of the couch so her boots stayed planted on the floor and her ass was high. The seams of the stockings ran straight up the backs of her thighs. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slick folds, coating myself, then pushed in slow. She was tight and soaked and burning hot. I bottomed out and stayed there, grinding in tiny circles, feeling her clench around me. When I started thrusting it was deep and measured—long strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside her. Her hands fisted the cushions. She tried to push back harder, to take me faster. I held her hips and kept the rhythm cruelly steady. Every time her voice climbed and her body went tight, I stopped moving. Just stayed buried inside her while she trembled and swore and begged. “Please let me come. Please. I’ve been good—” I pulled out completely. Turned her around, sat on the couch, and pulled her onto my lap facing me again. She sank down with a broken moan, taking every inch. I held her by the waist and made her ride me slow—up until only the head remained, then down in a controlled slide. The boots framed my hips. The garter straps dug lightly into her soft thighs. Her full breasts moved within the strappy black bra until I reached up, unhooked it, and tossed it aside. I sucked one nipple into my mouth while she rode, tongue flicking, teeth grazing. Her head fell back, the ponytail swinging, more blonde strands coming free. Her hands tangled in my hair. Those dark lashes lowered as pleasure tightened her face. Again I felt her start to peak—walls fluttering, thighs shaking, breath coming in high, desperate sounds. I locked my arms around her and held her still, fully seated, not allowing even the smallest movement. “No—god—please—” I waited until the tension eased, then started again. We shifted positions over the next stretch of time: her on her back with her legs over my shoulders, boots in the air, the seams of the stockings running up the backs of her legs as I folded her nearly in half and fucked her deep and slow; then on her side, one knee drawn up, me spooned behind her, one hand on her clit, rubbing in tight circles while I thrust shallow and controlled, the lace garter belt still snug around her waist; then on all fours on the rug in the patch of sunlight, me behind her, one hand fisted in her blonde ponytail, the other spanning her hip, keeping every stroke measured while the straps of the garter belt shifted against her skin. Each time she climbed toward orgasm I pulled her back from the edge—stopped moving, pulled out, or simply held her still until the urgency faded enough to start over. Her begging grew ragged. Tears stood in her eyes more than once, dark lashes wet. She was soaked, trembling, her body shiny with sweat. The black stockings were slightly twisted. The boots stayed on. Every time she whispered or sobbed “please, please let me come, I’ll do anything,” I kissed her or bit her shoulder or simply shook my head and started the slow build again. After what felt like a full hour of this—her voice hoarse, her thighs shaking constantly, her cunt so sensitive that even the lightest touch made her jump—I finally settled her on her back on the couch again. I pushed her knees wide, settled between them, and slid back inside her in one long thrust. This time I didn’t stop. I fucked her with deep, steady strokes, my thumb circling her clit in firm, wet pressure. Her eyes flew open. She grabbed my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “Yes—please—don’t stop this time—” I leaned down, mouth against her ear. “Come for me.” The permission broke her. Her whole body arched, a raw cry tearing out of her throat as she came hard around my cock—clenching, pulsing, flooding me. I kept thrusting through it, kept my thumb moving, dragged the orgasm out until she was sobbing and shaking and trying to twist away from the intensity. Only when the last waves finally eased did I let myself go, burying myself deep and coming inside her with a low groan. We stayed like that for a long time afterward, still joined, her boots hooked loosely around my calves, the late afternoon sun painting both of us gold. Her pulse hammered under my palm. Soft blonde strands clung to her damp cheeks, the ponytail half-undone. The lace of the garter belt was still in place, slightly askew. She turned her head and kissed the corner of my mouth, soft and spent, those dark lashes lowering as she looked at me. “Next time,” she whispered, “you’re not allowed to be this mean.” I smiled against her skin. “We’ll see.

14 September 2026

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I knocked on the door of the designated motel room, I was greeted by a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a leather mini skirt and low cut blouse, her breasts barely being restrained by the blouse. My heart was racing and I felt a twinge of excitement in my cock. It wasn't my first time with a shemale but every time I get the same twinge. I was shown the shower and instructed to wash thoroughly as "she was in control now" she told me. I returned to the loungeroom area dressed only in a bathrobe, I could feel my cock growing and rubbing against the robe. Angela was now down to her thigh boots and lingerie with an assortment of whips, paddles and various restraints laid on the lounge. Wasn't long before she demanded me to ditch the robe and get on my knees, I obeyed of course, she stood in front of me, I licked her boots all the way to her crotch, I caught a glimpse of her she cock, I had to hold myself back, when she finished playing with me she said "you can taste my cock" my cock was now rock hard and my balls were tight. She than took to my arse with the riding crock, gently at first but the more she saw how much I liked it, the harder she used it once me. After more whipping she produced some lube for my now ready hole, one finger than 2 and finally 3 were in my hole, it felt sensational but the best was yet to come. Now it was my turn, she removed her cock from her panties, wow! beautiful 7" cut and shaved, she slowly had me take it in my mouth until I could feel it on the back of my throat, 69 position with her on top, I hoped I wouldn't cum yet, her cock tasted beautiful and she gave me the best head job I've ever had. Now she had me on my knees again and slapped my arse with her hand and slowly teased my ring with her cock, each time I backed onto her hopefully showing I was eager to receive her, she took my hint and slowly entered me while she also held my cock and balls firmly. Slowly at first she used my arse but as I kept pushing back her thrusts became stronger and harder. I was in heaven. She than rode me cowboy style, god I love seeing a cock and tits bouncing while mine is being ridden. She than dismounted and proceeded to masturbate me while I sucked her cock with eager delight once again, I shot my load, so much cum, I felt her cock nearly ready to cum, at the last second she pulled it out and ropes of her cum spattered my face. It was absolutely amazing. Now I'm hooked on she-males.

13 September 2026

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We had been chatting to Richard and Gloria from the site for several days before we finally arranged to meet up. Christy and I met them at the Kent Hotel on the weekend to share a meal and a few drinks. They appeared to be extremely welcoming and after dinner travelled to their home. We arrived at their home and were escorted to the lounge room. There was a bar and a large L-shaped sofa. Richard put some music on and made some drinks, while the girls started to dance. They were both wearing short dresses that showed off their bodies as they put on a show for us with their seductive moves. It ended up with the girls snuggling together as their bodies pressed against each other before giggling and then returning and sitting next to us, Gloria next to her husband and Christy next to me. They then placed their hands on the erections that they had caused. The atmosphere was friendly and relaxed and we chatted as we continued to drink and get cosy on the sofa. It wasn’t long before we were all getting down to some heavy kissing and fondling . As Christy and I kissed, her hand was rubbing my cock through my trousers while I had my hand beneath her short skirt, massaging her pussy through the lacy front of her panties. I frequently looked over to our hosts and observed they were similarly engaged and by this time Gloria had released her man’s hard cock and was busy sucking him off. It was a big turn on to be so close to another couple, and Christy must have sensed my arousal as she looked up to follow my gaze and smiled approvingly. Apparently this was all the encouragement she needed to release my own cock and slide down to take it into her mouth. Richard and I made eye contact at that point and we both smiled in acknowledgement of what lucky guys we were. My attention at this time was split between seeing my beautiful wife skilfully pleasuring my cock and watching our new friends as they enjoyed themselves too. Gloria was now on her knees on the floor as she sucked Richard’s cock and I noticed that her bare ass was now exposed. I had a good look at her gorgeous ass before noticing that her husband was doing the same to Christy, whose dress had also ridden up to expose her perfect behind. At this point Gloria stopped for a drink, prompting Christy to do the same before they both stood and walked towards each other. They kissed once again and I felt a massive jolt of arousal as I noticed Gloria briefly run her fingers beneath the hem of Christy’s dress, caressing the soft warm flesh at the top of her thigh. The girls then broke their embrace and each moved to swap places, taking up positions on their knees before each other’s partner. Richard and I once again exchanged looks of approval as the girls reached for each of our erections. As Gloria took my cock in her hand and guided it into her mouth, she locked her eyes on mine and I felt a surge of blood to my penis as felt her tongue teasing my shaft. At the same time I looked towards the other end of the sofa and saw Christy just as she placed her lips around the head of Richards’s cock and into her mouth too. It was such an intense experience seeing my beautiful wife sucking another man’s cock and I felt more blood surging into my cock as I became even more aroused. Gloria gave an awesome blow job and it felt amazing to feel her soft lips and tongue running up and down along my shaft and as I continued to watch Christy pleasuring Richard. It was clear he was similarly impressed with her oral skills. I felt Gloria release me from her mouth. She stood up and kissed me briefly before moving along the sofa towards Christy and Richard. She placed her hand on Christy’s ass, which was once again exposed to reveal her black G-String between her perfect ass cheeks. I watched as Gloria reached down to Christy’s crotch and begin rubbing her thee. I couldn’t take my eyes off Christy as she looked up and Gloria leaned in to kiss her. They continued to kiss as they leaned back in to place their mouths around Richard’s big cock. He looked over to me and looked extremely happy to have the attention of two beautiful women. However, this was only a brief distraction until Gloria began kissing Christy more and began pushing her back onto the sofa, I watched Christy intently, knowing this was her first experience with another woman and anxious to see how she’d react. She made eye contact with me very briefly as Gloria removed her black G-string before she closed her eyes. She bit her bottom lip as Gloria placed her mouth on her pussy and began to work her tongue between Christy’s lips. I don’t think I had ever been as turned on as I was seeing Christy responding to Gloria eating her out, and I couldn’t help but rub my cock as I took in the spectacle. Looking past the girls for a second, I wasn’t surprised to see Richard doing the same. This went on for the next ten minutes as I watched Christy writhe in ecstasy and moan softly, arching her back in response to Gloria’s fingers and tongue. Then I watched as Gloria came up for air and moved up to kiss Christy passionately. Christy pulled her in close that left no doubt that she had enjoyed the experience. As the kiss concluded I saw Richard moving in to kiss his wife and I knew he was keen to taste my wife’s juices on his wife’s lips. Christy looked at me contently as the other couple kissed and reached out her hand for me, so I shuffled along the sofa until I was close enough to hold her hand. She smiled at me before turning back to look at Richard and Gloria, who stopped kissing and looked at us both. At this point Gloria returned her attention to me and moved to kiss me as I saw Richard moving in to kiss Christy too before positioning himself on the floor on his knees before her, giving himself a perfect view of her pussy. Christy and I made eye contact as Richard moved in to taste her for the first time. Her eyes closed and it was clear she was enjoying the feel of another tongue exploring her. I found myself extremely turned on as I witnessed her being pleasured by another man. At the same time I was enjoying the feeling of his wife’s hand stroking my cock. I reached my hand between her thighs and found easy access to her very wet pussy. She responded enthusiastically as my fingers slid between her lips and around her clit. As I did this, I was watching Christy losing herself again as her delicious pussy was once again devoured. As I continued to play with his wife’s pussy, I saw Richard look at us before rising up to kiss Christy on the mouth. I saw my wife look slightly hesitant and flash a glance at me but I squeezed her hand reassuringly, which apparently gave her the comfort to continue and she kissed Richard back. This was the signal he clearly needed and I felt myself utterly overwhelmed with arousal as he reached down and began to rub the tip of his big cock against her pussy. I was fixated on Christy’s expression as Richard began to slowly push his big cock inside her and she turned briefly t look at me again. I could see from the look she gave that it felt good, but I flt her hand squeezing mine tightly and pulling me closer so I leaned in and she kissed my hand. I felt her tense as Richard pushed deeper inside her and she let out a gasp as he thrust the last couple of ‘extra’ inches into her. I pulled back slightly as began to fuck her slowly and watched as Christy began to relax into it. Her hand released mine and she reached to stroke her hands down Richard’s back. Meanwhile, I turned back to Gloria who was smiling at me again. She moved closer and pushed me back onto the sofa, my hard cock standing proudly before her. I had a good view down the sofa, to where my wife was being fucked by Gloria’s husband as Gloria turned and swung a leg over me to position her pussy over my face and her face over my crotch. I felt her take me into her mouth again as I grabbed her ass and began licking her pussy. She was very juicy and clearly very turned on as she pressed herself against me, forcing my tongue deeper into her. I devoured her pussy greedily, my tongue probing between her lips and teasing around her clit before moving my attention to her asshole. I had a thing for rimming but Christy wasn’t to that, anyway, I had been lusting after Gloria’s pretty hole since I first saw photos of it. I placed my hands on her buttocks and spread them to reveal her puckered opening and probe inside her. Judging from the noises she was making, Gloria was enjoying the attention and stopped sucking me briefly to look back over her shoulder at me and then she told me she wanted my hard cock inside her. I didn’t take any convincing and we began to reposition ourselves. As we did I watched as she leaned over to kiss Richard as he continued to fuck Christy. I had an awesome view of his thick long cock sliding in and out of her, and she looked over at me with a contented smile before Gloria returned to position herself on all fours in front of me. Richard and Christy were both watching as I took hold of my cock and guided it into Gloria’s juicy pussy. It felt incredible and I grabbed hold of her hips as I began to slide myself in and out of her. I was watching Christy and Richard still as I fucked Gloria; their fucking had become more intense as he thrust harder into her and squeezed her hard nipples. Christy was obviously loving how he fucked her and I could see her grabbing his ass and digging her nails into his cheeks. I watched as he leaned in to kiss her hard, making Christy moan as he did. This was such an intense turn on and it had me thrusting even harder into Gloria, who was also moaning by this stage. The air was filled with the sound of our cocks slamming into juicy pussies and moans of pleasure as we all began to reach our climaxes. I watched as Christy lost herself in orgasm as Richard filled her with his hot thick cum. Such an incredible horny sight, seeing my beautiful wife cumming on another guy’s cock and it tipped me over the edge as I pounded Gloria’s delicious pussy with everything I had, shooting my own cum deep into her as she pushed herself hard back onto me. We were all silent after the intense climax and I saw Richard and Christy snogging. Gloria also turned and we kissed too, her gorgeous lips on mine and our tongues lazily probing each other’s mouths. After a couple of minutes we all stopped for a drink and chatted; the atmosphere was great as we all sat naked and relaxed. I held Christy tight and we kissed passionately, my hands exploring her sweat-drenched body, and I was already getting hard again.

12 September 2026

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As she lay scantily clad in her blue crotchless panties, Kira’s auburn hair shining radiantly, her relaxed body taking in the warmth of the afternoon sun’s rays, as it peeked through the branches of the gum tree sprawled across our front lawn. Our bedroom facing the street, tempting to prying eyes, I thought it best to draw the curtains. As I gently approached the window hoping not to stir her, I glanced back towards the bed noticing Kira’s body was gently writhing, her breasts rising & falling with each breath. Her nipples hard & fully erect, I stopped dead in my tracks, captivated by her radiance, & the picturesque view that lay before me, I chanced the prying eyes & positioned myself at the foot of bed. As the bed compressed as I gently lowered myself, Kira stirs ever so slightly, with ease she slides her left leg to the side, exposing for all to see her moist vagina as evident by her natural juices slowly dripping down her inner thigh. Taking this as an invitation to pleasure Kira, I gently, place my hand around her right ankle & caress her lower leg. Taking the opportunity, I wet my lips & proceeded to slip her big toe in my mouth tenderly working my tongue around its base & nurturing it, as if I was worshipping her clitoris. After a minute or two, Kira moved her body in a motion beckoning me to continuing pleasuring her. With a smile & my penis now starting to stretch my jocks as it hardened, I gently slid my hand up her inner thigh with my moist lips softly following giving her inner thigh tender kisses. As I repositioned myself to come back down Kira’s left leg, I blew warm air on her vulva & flicked her clitoris ever so firmly with my tongue, she twitched & I caught a glimpse of her smile bringing warmth to my heart. Ensuring that Kira’s left leg was not abandoned I proceeded to give it the same attention as her right leg. Positioning myself in a kneeling position, Kira’s legs now fully spread, I lightly ran my fingernails simultaneously in a slow methodical way up & down her inner thighs. Kira beckoned me closer with her outstretched arms, pleading with me to eat her. Knowing too well that being invited to pleasure Kira’s inner sanctum by way of cunninglingus is one of a privilege & great joys that I relish! Lowering my head, I gently alternated kissing Kira’s vulva & blowing warm air on her clitoris, joined by the occasional flick of my tongue, to be met with Kira twitching with each flick. As I slowly worked my tongue & lips both around Kira’s outer lips, I proceeded to work my tongue, at first darting in & out gently at first, then as Kira’s breath became shorter & deeper, I started to build to a crescendo only to be met with my head being pulled in closer by Kira, knowing full well that her levels of arousal were increasing with each lap of my tongue. Kira now fully awake, breasts now heaving, shortness of breath intensifying, I now feel slight tremors in Kira’s body & pressure around my head escalating as Kira’s thighs squeezed harder & harder, then as I thought I was about to blackout, Kira fell back on the bed, thighs instantly releasing, her body now in the throes of thrashing about the bed. Kira’s body shuddering as she orgasmed for what seemed like an eternity, to stop dead in her tracks, as her body fully relaxed, her breathing slowly returning to normality & a smile to die for. Repositioning Kira on the bed enabling me to slide up the bed beside her, fully embraced, with a soft kiss transitioning to a deep passionate kiss, sharing the beautiful taste of Kira’s juices with her, culminating with a whisper… thank you & I love you from Kira & with one last kiss returning the same sentiments. Kira now nestled into the warmth of my body as I spooned her, our eyes closing to enjoy the warmth of the afternoon sun once more

11 September 2026

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Blindfolded How did she get here? Blindfolded, naked except for six-inch black heels and handcuffed. The anxiety spread through her like a wave of shadow. When it reached the warmth in her hips, memory transmuted it into excitement. She was here because she chose to be. She took a breath. The smell of rubber, leather and dampness was the perfume of sex, her own or someone else? Crowd sounds. Her best girlfriend couldn't imagine anyone trusting another enough to play a game like this. Occasionally she worried too, then she'd feel his hands, look into his eyes, hear his voice, and she would melt. When she was seen with him, her other girlfriends and even strangers looked at them quizzically. Her smile said she was happy, and that confused them because she was gorgeous and he was soft, kind, but rather plain, maybe a little too loud. The girls wanted to know what it was about him; she'd always answer enigmatically. She liked the mystery. She wanted to keep him as secret as the games they played. She jumped. She'd got lost in her thoughts. He liked that; he'd leave her alone for a while, then randomly touch her. She would never know what kind of sensation he'd touch with next – gentleness, sharpness, pain, deeply massaging a pressure point, a warm breath blowing at the back of her neck. This time, it seemed as if someone had accidentally bumped into her. She could hear the voices of the party around her. It intensified the weird feelings she had about being naked in what sounded like a crowded party without knowing where she was or who was there. She hoped he wouldn't spoil it by taking the blindfold off before they got home. She didn't want to know. She felt safe in the darkness, as if her not seeing them meant they couldn't see her, or at least recognise her. Some voices sounded familiar, but she didn't want to know. He was so amazing. When they first arrived, he played her into a heightened sensitivity that let her feel people's presence as they walked past without touching her. Occasionally she'd hear people start to talk about her as if she was an object to admire, then they'd suddenly stop. She knew he was there, protecting her, controlling the game, because she would recognise the low buzz of his voice, even with the music and the loud conversations all around her. It gave her the feeling of comfort, the feeling that everything happening was under his control. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard and felt him whisper. The hot breath and the gentle touch of his lips distracted her so much she almost didn't hear what he said. But then the words penetrated, as if they'd reached down and taken control of the muscles inside her and started them pulsing. Her back tensed, projecting her breasts forward. He didn't touch her, yet she could feel him like a trickle running down her back. She knew from previous experiences that his hand was about two or three centimetres from her. It was more powerful than a touch because it felt like it was inside her. She'd read his writing, she'd read other stuff about healing and energy and spirit, and it had seemed like a fantasy, romantic clap-trap, that she wished was real. Her powerful sceptical intellect, her doubtful inner protector, had thought it a nice idea but… then he'd seem to prove it to her, but… it could have been delusion, some kind of hypnosis, but… it didn't matter. The intensity of the experiences cut off her wandering, dissociated mind with full-bodied experiences that made even her masturbation pale. Did he realise how hard it was to give herself the way she did? He seemed to. He made her re-affirm it to the point where it was sometimes distracting. It made him human, those moments of insecurity, or was it just humility, or was it part of the game; because the more she heard herself committing, the further she would be willing to go. The more aware she was of her control, her choice, the more trust she felt in herself, the greater the release she could allow. She was rolling her hips in a way that intensified the pulses she was doing inside. If he'd let her think about the fact that she had an audience, she'd have realised how erotic this sitting belly dance was. The music and voices fell away. Had they stopped to watch her? Or was it that cone of silence he seemed to be able to create by getting her so focused on her body and him together? "Stand up." She couldn't ignore anything he said at this point. Standing took away the sense of support, of hiding that sitting gave her. The cooling nakedness of her backside and legs, the imbalance of trusting her body to keep her upright without eyesight as a reference, the fact that he'd said to flex her internal muscles so that it felt like she was being lifted by her "cunt" through her spine all leapt her to a much deeper state, a higher state of intensity. Even the fact that he used that word, so crude, so forbidden, so intense, it entered her almost physically. It made her wonder if he was going to fuck her… here in public. She liked the idea – porn star. But he didn't do that much. He'd taken her all these places because the games didn't let her take the familiar route to pleasure. It was part of his control. He asked a lot of her, more concentration than she'd ever given anything, but he made it easy because she didn't want to miss out on what would happen next. It was basic behaviourism. If she paid attention, the rewards were serious. It wasn't an orgasm; it was more and yet less. There wasn't really a word or words to describe it, maybe poetry? Orgasm was an active event: muscles tensing on the outside and inside, and inside, a kind of wave of emptiness that sometimes seemed like liquid rainbows. This experience had the internal aspects of orgasm that filled her up, so that nothing outside existed. It was both passive and active. She followed him, yet was always in charge, actively participating and creating more than in the simplicity of orgasm. She knew orgasms. She made them. She'd discovered them for herself. This was something he'd shown her, yet she had control but didn't feel it. Free will. A serious philosophical problem she couldn't think about right then. And when she did later, it was like trying to stretch her brain past its natural limits. When he talked about it, it made sense, and yet he'd stop, confused, searching... words, concepts, metaphors. He would bow his head in frustration. He'd talk about the way surfers can't control a wave but can do a lot with it. He told her to move her feet wider, and tilt her hips so that her privates were facing towards the front. She knew this position; he used it a lot. She settled herself for a familiar experience. He would touch her gently at first with his hands and some other soft stuff – feathers maybe, or suede, fur, silk – then the intensity would build 'til it was painful, but not pain like the people thought, rather the pain of too much pleasure. When you build up that internal aspect of orgasm without letting it free, all kinds of things happen. New things, old emotions and sensations took on new meanings. Suddenly he went in an unexpected direction. He ordered her to kneel. Again, keeping her balance was a challenge. He said: "Not good enough." He came over to her and whispered: "Be graceful… feel your back, then use your cunt again… stand up!" This time she stood up gracefully. "Kneel down!" She was confused about how flexing her internal muscles could help her kneel gracefully, especially with the heels she was wearing. She stumbled. She wanted so much to get it right. She felt a pang of anger because he was forcing her to do something so stupid. He ordered her to do it again. This time, her anger got her up and got her down. He repeated this a few times until she was proud of doing it right, and she felt herself releasing to him again. This simple action, requiring so much concentration, had her inside herself again, feeling the internal muscles sending pulses up through her; it had turned from an irritating nothing into an erotic ballet. He seemed to know when she didn't flex them and would remind her. As the excitement built, it was becoming so simple it felt like a force outside herself was lifting her. Then something touched her from behind. The sensation exploded through her. It was not where his voice was coming from. Distracted, she fell forward into his arms. He held her in a tight embrace. She felt large breasts and a large body, the texture of a leather corset, hugging her from behind, and the hand covered in the disguise of rubber entering her. She moaned. She released into the embrace almost like a faint. Suddenly, tears and a howling moan came from nowhere. Normally there's a geography to feelings, a place of origin and a pathway, but this came out of her like a lost child finally finding her parents. They held her. She emptied herself into them. They held her for a long time after she'd stopped making any sounds, after her breathing had calmed, after she had settled, until she asked for them to release her. She asked him if she could take off the blindfold. He said it was up to her. She looked around, embarrassed, makeup smeared, eyes red. "Can we go home?" She said quietly. He uncuffed her, put her overcoat around her shoulders and headed for the door. As they reached it, a man came up. "Did you have fun?" He asked cheerfully. She smiled lamely. He spoke for them. Thanked the man for the party, asking him to pass on their best wishes to his wife. As he went to open the door, she hesitated. She was going into the street naked. They looked at each other in silence for a moment. He opened the door, and they walked out into a suburban area with a lot of forest around and through it. She grabbed the overcoat, wrapped it tightly around her, and hugged close to him. In the car, he said she could take off her shoes. And reached over the back seat for some satiny silk pyjamas, hung them over the seat and her shoulder. She took them and hugged them, enjoying the texture, the softness. At first she used them like a pillow against the window, needing her own space away from him. About halfway home, she leant over to him; he put his arm around her, and she said, "Wow!" She looked up at him, and they kissed gently. Talking would be for tomorrow.

11 September 2026

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The old boss that I have previously wrote about was down in Sydney yesterday with her new boyfriend and wanted to meet up with me I meet then at there intercity motel and one thing lead to another and she told him her and I had had it off a few weeks earlier and he asked her and I would I be interested in doing it again with him as he has always wondered what it would be like to share a sexy woman with another guy who was I to say no she agreed so long as he was shore about it and any way I undress her very slowly and making sure he could get a real good look how I was doing it and using my hands in the right spots and then she sung out for Christ sake put you tongue to use like I did previously and I did and after she came she preceded to undress me and the look on his face when she turned me around and pull my underwear down and he seen my man hood next thing he said he wanted to touch it I was so lost Thats she was getting me fully undressed I did care and when he reached out and grabbed it and next thing he has it in his mouth and was sucking it and she pulled me away from him and said she was going to sit on my face and he could continue sucking me gee it didn’t take long because I could taste her juices and as soon as I did I gave him a mouthful of my cum and she kiss him and had some of my cum in her mouth I was the first to fuck her he sat and watched and played with his self and she invited him to join us on the bed and she wanted to see me suck his cock I had trouble taking it all in my mouth as he was as thick as a brick and a good 8 inch’s possible more and she started to suck me I tasted his cum soon after and we had a break and ordered room service and when they delivered she said if it a girl the 3 of us were to go to the door naked and if it was a guy she would and us guys were to stand were he could see us holding each others cock well it was a female and she looked stunned and we all noticed that she had a good look and a good laugh and I ended up staying the night and we ordered room service for breakfast and a guy this time delivered it and as soon as she opened the door us guys had hold of each other’s cocks he said ops sorry we all just laughed and after breakfast we both had a turn and fucking her and then we all got in to the shower together and we made sure we were all clean and I got dressed and left as she had a meeting to go to and he went sightseeing and we agreed that next time they are in Sydney next we will meet up but I rang her this morning to say I have to go to Brisbane my self next week and they invited me to stay at there place and I hope they offer to let me enjoy some sexual activity

10 September 2026

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After our first meet, we were still sexting... although I missed her, the thought of driving for 3 hrs in Melbourne traffic was always a challenge. Lucky me, the sex gods smiled. A work trip to visit a plant came up which apparently was near to her place. The thought of fucking her again and making her cum just made me so fucking hard. After my work, I waited in her work car park., she was worried that she will be in work clothes and not dolled up... did not do her nails or hair. I said “you are right babe, I am in hi-vis. I do feel the same x”. I picked her up and a short 15 min drive all one handed. She has her hand on my dick and my left hand on her pussy... we laughter how stupid VicRoad not consider a special license for one handed sec situational driving…I had to admit I did not put any indicators on any turn. How can I do that with one hand. Reached her home, scanned the neighbourhood for any people peeking on us. Comforting to see that the only people we could see were the old rich retired dads doing garden who can hear or see 5ft far. I took a shower first, followed which she did her shower. The idea of showering together crossed our mind, but not sure why did not that happen - not sure. I waited for her in the bed with bath towel, pulled down the window curtains to around 70%. She came in unwrapped the towel and started sucking me. My black dick was up and running. Her touch was magical. I closed my eyes, put my hands on her head and enjoyed the magic that was taking place. Me:” it feels so good baby”: she: “give it to me baby, you want to fuck me”. Me: “is your pussy wet baby”. She: “so fucking wet” me: “come on top baby slide black dick in your pink pussy”. It was effortless, the dick knew its destination… she rode me like a cowboy trying to tame a bull… we were loud unaware that the back door was open. She went to override mode cumming about 3 times. I licked her big boobs, her nipples tight as a rock. Me: “I am thirsty, let me taste it baby”, she sit on my face, my long tongue working it magic, licking her deep and in / out, she cummed, drenching my face. I went on top, fucking her deep. She grabbed me by my ass, I leaned on her, kissing her boobs, tongue all over her body. I could feel the squeeze on my dick when she was about to cum. My arms went underneath and hold / lift her numb, as I wanted to get deeper and deeper. It was about 30-35 mins into the session, I had a good ability to hold my cum. She came about another 2 times. Me:” I wanted to cum baby:” she: “fill me up”. Me:” Can we cum together” she:” yea baby, fuck me hard:” me:” like rabbits”. We cummed each into each other at the same time and her pussy was drenched with my cum. Oh go, it felt so good… both crashed with arms wide open… silence for the next couple of mins to catch our breath. We refreshed ourselves, drank some coconut water and electrolytes. She showed her AMM account and had all these stories from people and couples who contacted her. We talked about the idea of playing as a couple, she started showing me the type of porn she likes. After 30 mins, I could feel the blood rushing into my dick, making it hard again… she was lying on bed with her ass up… I entered her from the back and I could feel her pussy was so wet, I could not resist the smell and starting licking that pussy juices. She made sounds of heaven coming. I was literally tired but I wanted to give her a good fucking, I kept on going for about 15-20 mins and then cummed together again. After resting, I showered and she made me the best French omelette with some juice. I was so tired and hungry, 4 egg omelette disappeared in seconds. I was literally walking like a zombie and kissed her goodbye on the road to Melbourne.

10 September 2026

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I meet this young lady she was beautiful brown hair hazel eyes she was just a dream we hit it off right away the talking the banter was just great she invited me to her room for drinks so I agreed and went after my next shift of work she poured me a scotch which was a very nice drop the talking picked up where it left off from the other day and before long the flirting started both ways just a little touch here and a rub of the hand there. Then came the kissing omg this woman could kiss she pushed me back into the couch and sat right in my lap before no time my shirt was off and she was kissing my chest I tried to undo her top and she said not yet all I due time I was getting hard and I new she could feel it raising she had that smile on her face she unbuttoned my pants slid them down now I tried again to undo her top this time I was successful I undid her bra with one flick of my fingers and out shot her boobs my mouth went right for her right nipple then her left the heat was raising then out of nowhere a knock at the door Sam quickly covered up and went to the door opened it and there was this 5foot 8 blonde woman mid 30s she said "hi Sam I hope I’m not to late". Sam brings her in introduce her to me and said, "this is Kate". Kate and Sam started to kiss and play with each other I started growing and growing then they both moved over towards me this was two super hot ladies both on me we all got completely undressed and started have this amazing sex then Kate said can I fuck her ass of course I said yes she lay on top of Sam so Sam could lick her pussy and she could lick hers then I entered her tight ass hole when I pulled out Sam took it straight into her mouth sucked it so hard then right back into Kate ass where I was to cum very hard then I bent down licked the cum out of her ass and kissed Sam leaving the cum in her mouth

9 September 2026

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You were twenty-five and freshly single. The breakup had been clean but still left a hollow space, so you booked a seven-night cruise out of Sydney on impulse—sun, salt air, and enough anonymity to stop thinking about her for a while. You first noticed them on the second evening at the mid-ship bar. She had thick red hair that caught the light, a soft, full body in a dark dress that hugged her curves without apology. He stood beside her, tall and lean, the kind of athletic build that came from years of consistent training. They were clearly in their forties, easy with each other, laughing at something private. You ordered a drink nearby. Conversation started the way it does at sea—small talk about the itinerary, the food, the ridiculous formal nights. Their names were Claire and Mark. They were warm without being pushy. After that you kept crossing paths: breakfast buffet, pool deck, the late-night lounge. Always a few minutes of easy chat. Nothing more. By the fifth night the three of you were properly drunk. The ship was somewhere in the Coral Sea, the bar almost empty, the conversation looser than it had any right to be. Mark mentioned, almost casually, that they’d been talking about the hot-wife thing for a while—how the idea of Claire with another man turned them both on. Claire’s cheeks were flushed, but she didn’t look away. She watched you while she sipped her wine and said, quietly, that the right person on a trip like this might be interesting. You felt the shift in the air. They invited you back to their cabin. You went. Inside, the lights were low. Claire kissed you first—slow, deliberate, tasting of wine. Mark stayed close, watching, occasionally guiding her or murmuring something low against her ear. Clothes came off in stages. Her body was soft and warm, full breasts, rounded stomach, wide hips. Mark was hard already, stroking himself while he watched the two of you. You put a condom on before you pushed into her. She was wet and tight around you, moaning into your mouth, her red hair spread across the pillow. Mark moved behind her at one point, kissing her neck, reaching between you to touch her clit while you fucked her. The rhythm built—deep, steady thrusts, her nails in your back, the wet sound of skin on skin. Halfway through she reached down, fingers clumsy with drink and need, and rolled the condom off you. The sudden heat of her bare cunt wrapping around your bare cock made you groan. She locked eyes with you, voice thick and desperate. “No more rubber. Please. I want to feel every inch of you. I want you to fill me up.” She rocked her hips, taking you deeper, the slick walls of her pussy clutching and releasing. “Come inside me. I need it. Creampie me—please, don’t pull out. I want to feel you pulse and leak.” Mark’s hand slid down to spread her open wider for you, his voice rough. “Do it. Give her what she’s begging for.” You flipped her onto her back and drove into her missionary, pinning her thick thighs open. Her soft belly jiggled with every thrust; her heavy breasts bounced. She kept begging between gasps, nails raking your shoulders. “Harder—fuck me harder. I want to feel you throb when you come.” You pulled out only long enough to roll her onto all fours. From behind the view was pure: the full curves of her ass, the wet pink of her cunt, Mark’s cock right in front of her face. She took him into her mouth while you slammed into her, the wet slap of your hips against her soft cheeks filling the cabin. Mark’s hand tangled in her red hair, guiding her as she moaned around his shaft. When she was trembling and close, Mark lay back on the bed and pulled her on top of him. She sank down onto his cock with a long, broken sigh, riding him slowly at first, her chubby thighs flexing, red hair sticking to her damp skin. You moved in behind her. Mark held her open, spreading her cheeks so you could see where his cock disappeared into her pussy. You pressed the head of your bare cock against her tight little asshole, already slick from her own wetness. She pushed back, whimpering. “Yes—put it in. Stretch me. I want both of you.” You worked yourself inside her ass inch by inch while she stayed impaled on Mark. The dual stretch made her cry out, head falling forward onto Mark’s chest. Once you were fully buried you started moving—short, deep thrusts that forced her down harder onto her husband’s cock. She was impossibly tight around both of you, the thin wall of flesh between your cocks rubbing with every stroke. Mark thrust up from below; you drove into her from behind. Claire was lost, babbling between them. “Oh fuck—so full—don’t stop. Use me. Come in me, both of you.” Her whole body shook. You reached around to rub her swollen clit and she came hard, cunt and ass clenching rhythmically around the two of you. The pressure tipped Mark over first; you felt him pulse inside her pussy. The feeling of his cock throbbing against yours through the thin barrier pushed you over the edge. You buried yourself to the hilt in her ass and came in long, heavy spurts, flooding her while she sobbed with pleasure. When you finally eased out, thick white cum leaked from both her holes, trailing down her soft inner thighs and onto Mark’s balls. Later, lying tangled in the sheets, Claire traced idle patterns on your chest. Mark was quiet, satisfied. She said, almost casually, that they lived two streets over from your suburb in Sydney. The same postcode, basically. They’d been thinking about making this a regular thing—someone close enough that it could happen more than once, someone they already liked talking to. No pressure, no drama. Just the three of you, whenever the mood struck. You looked at her soft body, the evidence of what you’d just done still glistening between her thighs, and at Mark’s steady, unreadable expression. The idea settled in your gut like another drink—warm, a little dangerous, hard to refuse. By the time the ship docked back in Sydney you already had their numbers. Two streets away. Open invitation. The hollow space the breakup left didn’t feel quite so empty anymore.

7 September 2026

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I was on holidays with my girlfriend and her two friends D and V. After checking in, we all decided to head to the pool to cool down, relax and have some drinks. After a few hours it was getting near dinner time and I was told to go have a shower before all the girls started getting ready, so I headed back to the room and start getting ready. Back at the room, I went into our room, got undressed and went into the bathroom to have a shower. After a few minutes of showering, I though seeing as I was alone and feeling horny after seeing my girlfriend in her new skimpy red bikini, I decided to have some solo fun while I had a chance. What I hadn’t realised after a few minutes that I was being watched as although I had closed the door to the bedroom to the lounge, I had left the door ajar between the bedroom and the bathroom and that someone was watching me through the gap. After a few more minutes of fun I thought I heard the door creaking open while enjoying myself with my eyes closed, but I couldn’t see who was out there as the shower screen had fogged up. Knowing my gf enjoyed watching me, I thought I would put on a bit of a show for her. This got me even harder knowing she was spying in on me me having fun. I thought about her sexy bikini and her now slipping it off while watching me and touching herself while enjoying the view of me in the shower. This was too much for me and I exploded in pleasure. It felt really good and just sat under the shower for a few minutes of bliss enjoying the fact I just put on a show for my girlfriend. I finished up my shower and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. I noticed while getting dressed in the bedroom, my girlfriend wasn’t in the bedroom. I quickly got dressed and went out to the lounge. At the same time my girlfriend and one of her friends came through the front door, both still wearing their bikinis with towels wrapped around them. I asked them if J was still swimming, but was told she came back a few minutes after me to shower and get ready. They said she was going to borrow my girlfriend’s hair dryer, and that is when it clicked. My show I thought was for my girlfriend was actually for V. Then a couple of seconds later I heard the hair dryer start from V and D’s bedroom. Later that night my girlfriend whispered in my ear, D said that she enjoyed the show you put on for her. She told me not to worry as she told D she could borrow the hair dryer, plus D had been on a dry spell for a few years and that she might get to perv on me in or coming out of the shower.

5 September 2026

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I was 31 years old, teaching Mathematics to High School students when I was told that a Trainee Teacher was coming to the school for a week and I was to be her supervisor. Rachael was 22 years old and very attractive and I was more than happy to take on the burden of her teaching training round. For her last day I told her I wanted her to give a class on a particular topic. I watched from the back of the room, taking notes. As she wrote on the blackboard, I watched her short dress rising higher up her bare legs as she stretched to write at the top of the board. Later, at the pub with a dozen other teachers on a typical Friday after school, I ran into Rachael at the bar and I suggested we sit somewhere away from the other teachers. We talked about her week's training and her teaching ambitions. At some point she mentioned she recently travelled to Sydney with her girlfriend and visited her sister and husband who lived there. She told me she and her girlfriend were staying in a motel when her brother-in-law came around with his mate. She pulled out a photo showing the motel living room with two mattresses on the floor. Rachael pointed to the mattresses and told me her girlfriend had fucked her brother-in-law on one of the mattresses while she had fucked his mate on the other. After that piece of news, I thought now would be a good time to make my intentions clear. I gave her a $20 note and told her to get some drinks, letting her know that I should not be walking around in the condition she had just brought on. When she returned, I told where my car was parked. To avoid advertising what we were doing to the rest of the teachers, I suggested she give me a 5 minute start before coming after me. The drinks went down quickly and I left. Three minutes later I looked back to see her walking towards me. I waited for her and it wasn't long before we were in the car where I removed her g-string and slipped my finger in her soaked pussy while she rubbed my hard cock through my jeans. I drove home with both hands on the wheel, trying to concentrate on the traffic. It was a very hot day so the first thing we did once our clothes had disappeared was to shower together. Once dried, we wasted no time in hitting the bed and I slid my very hard cock into her very wet cunt for the first time. As I fucked her she pushed back with equal intensity. She wanted to get on top so we rolled over with my cock still inside her and she began to bounce up and down my full length. Once back in the missionary position, Rachael started to come. As I watched her I thought I should be the gentleman and come with her but on quick reflection decided I wanted my hard cock inside her for a bit longer. I continued to drive into her wetness as she came. I slowed down as she recovered but still kept sliding my cock in and out of her. Eventually, she began to respond again to the motion of my cock in her. Five minutes later, she began to orgasm again and this time I joined her, coming deep inside her. The night was still very warm so we sat out on the balcony wearing only light robes. I asked Rachael if this was her first Trainee Teacher round. She told me that she had been to another school in the previous term. She smiled at me and said: “In answer to the question you have not asked, I fucked a science teacher and a trainee phys-ed teacher there. Is that what you wanted to hear?” My cock began to assert itself again. I opened my robe and showed my cock to Rachael and said: “It certainly is. Hop on and tell me more”. She stood up, opened her robe, straddled me, grabbed my hard cock and slid it into her very wet cunt. We continued to fuck like that until I picked her up, my cock still inside her, and took her inside. I laid her on the dining table with her legs over my shoulders and drove my cock into her until we both came.

4 September 2026

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Some years ago now I was watching a video of SpaceX’s facility at Boca Chica, Texas when they showed the weight test bags hanging from the Chopsticks on the Launch Tower. Most people commented that they looked like “balls” as in testicles but they more reminded me of a woman’s tits I once had the privilege of fondling. I had been on AMM perving at big tits to wank to and messaging the occasional woman to see if they were interested in a few horny messages. I usually got knocked back but I have had some good exchanges over the years and met up with a few women as a result. This one woman was about ten years younger than me and married. Hubby didn’t know about her being on AMM which was fine but she just wanted to talk dirty and to show off her tits to anyone who cared to view them. As I said I was looking for tits to wank over and someone messaging you whose tits you can see is so much better than general perving. I had a lady friend that I was boning at the time from another web site and so we both knew that we dabbled with others. This woman from AMM had asked more than once if I liked her tits and she had given me access to her private gallery. I told her that I did indeed like her tits and that I had expended quiet a few violent jerks of cum whilst ogling them. She seemed delighted that I had orgasmed over seeing her tits on the screen. Hearing that, I decide to try my luck and proposition her. She asked me what I had in mind and so I told her directly that I wanted to fuck her. She seemed a little taken aback as she went quiet and didn’t reply to my message. I think a few days went by and a message appeared. She had gone away and thought about it and said that she wanted to remain faithful to her husband and so she would not have sex with me (her words not mine), but if I liked her tits so much she would have me to her place when hubby was at work so that I could meet her tits in person. I was in my bargaining mode period back then and so I stuck to my guns and insisted on boning her. More silence re messages. A few days later she messaged again. I had just come home from work I think and so when I saw her message I was excited to say the least. Mind you it might have been her telling me to get lost but any message back then was exciting and really got my cock interested. I used to love getting home from work and going onto my computer to see who (if anyone) had messaged me on AMM. I wanked myself sore regularly back in those days and had to abstain until the knob recovered several times. She reiterated that she wouldn’t fuck me but suggested that she suck me instead. I can’t remember ever turning down a blow job and so I accepted her terms and showed up at the arranged time at her house down at Heathcoat in Sydney’s South. Her house backed onto the National Park and was quite secluded although the neighbours would have been able to see me as I walked up the path to the house. She answered the door with a big smile and dressed in a loose fitting top/smock sort of thing and slacks. The smile sort of faded. I don’t whether she was put off because I was ugly (although she had seen my face photo) or by my 6’3” height as she was 5’4” if that or maybe it was just the fact that I was standing there and she was almost obliged to flash her tits to a complete stranger. She was solidly built and must have had twenty kilos on me and it looked good on her. She was average to quiet, certainly not outgoing but I like that. She led me into the lounge dining room and stood in the center of the room and I stood in front of her. There were no niceties like “would you like a tea or coffee?” it was straight into it. Even as she stood there she was slightly thrusting out her chest and the smock was doing its best to cover what must have been (and are) big tits. I can’t remember what was said but it would have been something like “well, it is nice to meet you at last” but mid sentence I reached forward and held one of her tits (and magnificent it was!) as I continued to finish my sentence. Her mouth dropped open in mild astonishment but then she recovered and smiled as I felt her, thrusting out her chest even more. I tried to get through the smock but it was one of those pull over your head things without access for prying hands to get to tits. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to a room with a double bed in it. It must have been the spare bedroom or guest room as it was very tidy and there were no personal items on the dressing table. In hindsight the spare room was probably a good idea lest hubby find something incriminating if we carried on our debauchery in their bedroom. Once there I resumed trying to grope her tits through this smock without success. She realised the problem, peeled the smock off, threw it onto a chair and stood there naked except for a bikini top from the waist up. Yes she had on a bikini top, not a bra. It was a very hard working bikini top and her breasts filled it out very well. It reminded me of two over full water balloons straining and trying not to explode. The “cups” of the bikini were like two bags and she must have poured her tits into them, filling them out and straining the thin material to breaking point it seemed just how the water bags in the SpaceX video appear. I was in my “Big Tits!!!” period back then. Come to think of it, I still am! Each breast was the size of a small rock melon. I could just make out the nipples squashed against the tightly stretched material. The two halves of the bikini were joined by a string that met at the middle in a little bow that was suspended seemingly out over the chasm that was her cleavage. Being a guy I thought that if I pulled on the string of the bow it would release these excellently large melons but of course it was either sewn shut and not meant to open that way or I managed to stuff it up. I wasn’t sure what the purpose of the string was but I suppose her tits would have swung about without it. In hindsight I can’t see anything wrong with that, but then again I am not a bikini designer. After a few attempts by me undoing her bikini top as she looked on, she grew impatient and somehow released the back of the bikini and let it fall forward. I wasn’t normally that inept when it came to undressing a woman, maybe the size of the tits was affecting my brain. She then peeled what there was of it off her fun bags and leant forward to let them dangle out and down. These tits were big, not ginormous but big and had faint stretch marks on the sides to confirm that. She jiggled them from side to side as she had no doubt done for guys all of her life and they swayed about like knockers in a very big church bell, fatter and fuller at the bottom as they hung down, the weight pulling the sides of the breast in. So horny! My tool wanted to leap between them (it’s an animal!). I tried to cup both of them, one in each hand but I was having myself on as neither hand even came close to encompassing one of these tits by itself. I was both overcome and excited by the sheer quantity of tit in front of me. I decided to concentrate on one tit at a time and held one with one hand and pinched the nipple with the other, rolling it between my finger and thumb before clamping my mouth down over the nipple and as much of the areola as I could get into my mouth and sucked with a pulsating slurping action like a little suckling pig. There were ooos, ahhhs and little ooohs that I could hear as I made a very close inspection of her chest while slurping and sucking. She held my head. I wasn’t sure whether it was to hold my head on her tit or to hold it off as the excitement was bordering on pain perhaps but she didn’t seem to want me to stop. She removed her hands from my head and let her arms flop down and back as she thrust out her chest for more attention. I switched to tit number two and leaving one hand to fondle saliva covered tit number one, still struggling in vain to encompass the whole tit in that one hand and kneading and fondling the soft skin as it squelched between my fingers. She reached up, grabbed the back of my head and pulled it between her tits rubbing my face on them and then burying my head between them with a quiet fiendish chuckle. I held her waist and wallowed in the warmth of her breasts, rubbing my face between her tits, kissing, licking and slobbering my way back to the surface before diving in again, reveling in all of the flesh of these melons. I led her over to the bed and sat her down. I was mesmerised by the round fullness of her breasts. Somewhere deep down where ancient male female attraction genes reside along with the instinct for the continuation of the species, there was something that drives heterosexual men crazy when they see a naked woman’s body. Sure a pretty face goes a long way as does a compatible personality but it doesn’t explain why so many guys find themselves talking to a woman’s tits when she wears say a well filled out blouse or a low cut neckline. Can it simply be that a woman with large breasts will be able to feed the young and lots of ‘em when guys are seeking out a female to root and to be a mother to their progeny? Or are men just randy little bastards and don’t care what attracts them to tits and arses. The desire to lay their tools in the cleavage of a woman’s breasts and to rub their genitals all over those breasts is a little more cloudy and obscured but what the heck it feels good and seems to bring out the animal in guys or this one at least. I had my tool out in an instant and laid the length of pre-cum wet meat on her chest. Well, in her cleavage actually (see what mean?). Her eyes lit up at the sight of my cock standing out pointing at her, the knob wet with pre-cum, looking ominous. I held her shoulders and guiding my tool awkwardly with my hips, I rubbed it all over each breast, poking the plum coloured, tight skinned, pre-cum dribbling knob into the sides, up underneath and then into the nipples and areolas as she moved her shoulders to present her chest and tits for attention, holding up each breast with her hands as I swapped back forth. Animal lust overwhelmed me. With one hand I grabbed around the base of my cock and under my scrotum, strangling my balls into two shiny scrotum covered orbs with my rampant cock waving around, the knob a purple colour and glistening with pre-cum and strained to wipe them all over which ever tit wandered close enough, standing on my tip toes to reach every bit of tit I could. I held onto her shoulder with my other hand to steady myself and she giggled at my awkward, frenzied desperate activity but also eagerly thrust out her tits, pushing them up with her hands cupped under them so as not to miss out on any contact with my genitals. I came very close to ejaculating all over her tits but energy must have deserted me as I collapsed back down off my tip toes to stand flat on my feet, releasing my tool from my grip to flop in the crack between her melons. She pushed them together engulfing my poor tool and I watched the knob disappear at first only to reappear as if from nowhere between the fascinating plump roundness of the crevice created by her breasts. I held her arms again and moving my whole body I thrust my tool up and down almost to frenzy pitch in the quietness of the room. I asked if she had any lube as my pre-cum wasn’t quite up to the dryness between her tits. She looked up as if thinking, leapt up and raced out of the room tits jiggling and arse wobbling wonderfully as she went, only to return seconds later, running before plonking herself back down on the bed in her position before me and my cock. She squirted lube into her hand and in a near orgasmic massage applied it to my knob and then my shaft and balls. I don’t why the balls needed it but better safe than sorry I suppose. Maybe she just liked playing with my balls and I certainly didn’t mind. With cock suitably lubed I resumed my tit fucking and pleasant it was. I watched my shaft rooting between her tits, sliding back and forth, the knob appearing and disappearing between her cleavage, my groin and the base of my cock slapping into her nipples as I drove my hips into her. Her mouth dropped open and she kissed the knob on one of the upthrusts, on the next one the knob slipped into her mouth and out again with a moist slurping noise as I repeated it again and again until she lost interest in me fucking her tits and let them drop away, taking the tool properly in her mouth and swallowing it until she gagged. There ensued a bit of coughing, very horny noisy gargling and gagging and then a very good blow job as she went about her task with great gusto and eagerness which in itself was such a turn on let alone the sensation of her lips wrapped around my knob and shaft as she held/played with my balls. I was enjoying myself but I couldn’t contain my orgasm any longer and out of courtesy I informed her (incase she wasn’t a swallower) that I was going to cum. She didn’t move just kept her mouth there like a vagina and I blew my load exploding into her mouth with a climax that made my ears pop as I strained every muscle in my body to deliver my squirts of hot jism down her throat. It felt like my balls were going to appear in my throat. I wiped myself off, stuffed my tool and balls away as she pulled her pancho thingy back over her head to cover her tits, mumbling something about hubby coming home soon. I thanked her, which prompted a lovely smile and I watched her tits wobbling delightfully under her top as she walked me to the door. The whole episode didn’t last more than forty or so minutes but it was delightful.

3 September 2026

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Yesterday a cousin]s friend that lives in Coffs Harbour was on her way home from Nowra and her car broke down on the M7 motorway and she new I live close and she rang my cousin and asked if I could help her with a good mechanic I have a great mechanic and arrange for her car to be towed there and as it’s going to take a couple of days to get the parts I said she could stay at my place to save the cost of a motel and as I only have a one bedroom and as she is a BBW LADY I said she could have my bed and I would sleep on the lounge but she said we are both adults and she trust me not to touch her any way I got woken up this morning to a head on my chest and a boob touching my cock threw my boxes pants and next thing I have a hard on and she felt it and she said she had to fixed that and as a way of thanking me for letting her stay and next thing I know she got up out of the bed and stripped her night dress of to expose a massive set of boobs and a hairy pussy I got up before she could do anything and stripped off and grabbed hold of one boob and started to suck on it she then push me down and took my cock in her mouth I stopped her as I didn’t want to blow just yet and went head first between her legs and for the first time tasted a hairy and went to work on her clit and I must have done it right with my tongue or was it the feel she was getting from my fingers playing with her nipples as she said she was coming and gee she tasted good and said I hope you can fuck as good as you sucked on the clit I must have because she said before she goes home she wants more I rang the mechanic and her car wouldn’t be ready till tomorrow morning so I am looking forward to more sex today or tonight or even before she goes home tomorrow and what a way to wake up and for those of you that don’t believe it’s true will it did happen and I have been having a run of good luck with women of late so I must be good at pleasing a lady.

3 September 2026

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I did have a bit of a thing for ladyboys and had been with one or two and the sex was pretty good. The question I have always wondered is would it be the same with a guy. There was only one way to find out. So after chatting with a few different guys online I found one that I had some good chats with and invited him over to my apartment. Now I was a little nervous and not sure if it was the right thing to do. But I thought it was too late to cancel and nervously waited for the buzzer to sound. Which it did and I let my new friend in and we sat on the couch and started chatting. After about five minutes I did something totally unexpected. Without any warning I knelt down in front of him, between his legs, and asked 'what do you have in here?' With that I started to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, slowly unzipped his fly and gently slide his soft penis out of his pants. I gently started to stroke it, told him how nice it looked and slowly bent down and took it in my mouth. I could feel his cock slowly start to go from being soft to hard. With that I started to move up and down his shaft, slowly twirling my tongue around his knob every time I started to reach the end of his cock. I started to go up and down a little faster and was surprised how much I was enjoying this. I stopped and looked up and his hands were locked behind his head, eyes closed and moaning softly. I'm pretty sure he was enjoying it as well. Also pretty sure he didn't expect it either. So I went back to it. Speeding up the rhythm, going a little faster and faster as his groan started to get a little louder. Then without warning, he let out a little cry. This time I wasn't expecting what was about to happen. Although I should have been a little more aware. With the next cry he exploded and I felt his cum fill my mouth and go down the back of my throat as I swallowed every drop. Without thinking I kept sucking and managed to clean it all from his quivering cock. Which was something I hadn't done before and wasn't planning to. But was also surprised how much I actually enjoyed it. Needless to say after I put his soft penis back in his pants, he said how much of a surprise it was that I did that, but also how much he enjoyed it. We did do it again a few more times. Although it wasn't such a surprise the next times. He also managed to return the favour and also let me fuck him as well. But that is a story for another time.

1 September 2026

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The old boss she rang me to say she was down in Sydney from Brisbane and wanted to know if I wanted to catch up as she was staying in the city sure why not she texted me the motel name and room number we went down to the coffee shop and as it was getting around tea time I suggested we go to china town for dinner and after dinner I walked her back to her motel and she invited me up for a coffee as the coffee shop was closed and in the evaluator she caught me looking at her big boobs they were a size E at least and she said I see you are excited and next thing she reached and had a feel on my cock and as soon as her room door closed she pulled my pants down and went to work with her mouth on my cock she pulled away and said her Sister says you give a great massage and know how to use your tongue I had had her Sister a few times who was I to argue I was massaging her back and iner thighs when she told me to stop and she rolled over to show 2 large pointing Nipples I gave her boobs and Nipples a good massage and she said how about you return the favour and go to work on her clit I didn’t need to be told twice and after she came all over my face let see if you can use your cock as well as you used your tongue I must have as we both fall asleep and in the morning I was woken up to her mouth around my cock we had a fuck and I took her to the airport just in time for her flight back to Brisbane and she must have told her sister as her sister rang me a couple of days later to ask who was the better fuck I told her I would need to have another sexual experience to decide it’s yet to be arranged

30 August 2026

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You opened the door, and I stepped inside. The moment it closed behind me, I felt your arms slip around my waist, pulling me gently against you. Your lips found my neck, soft and lingering, sending a shiver through me. Your fingers brushed along the zipper of my dress, slowly drawing it down as you whispered my name. I turned in your arms and looked up at you. For a moment, neither of us spoke. There was only that charged silence between us, the kind that made it impossible to pretend we didn’t both know exactly what we wanted. You leaned closer, your forehead resting against mine. Stay, you whispered. I smiled, my hands resting against your chest. I wasn’t planning on leaving. My words barely leave my lips before you pull me closer. The kiss that follows is different, deeper, more desperate, as though all the things we’ve been holding back have finally become impossible to hide. Your hands settle around me, and I can feel the tension in the way you hold me, like you’re afraid that if you let go, this moment might disappear. I pull back just enough to look into your eyes. There’s something there that stops me. Not just desire. Something softer. Something frighteningly real. You know this changes everything, I whisper. You don’t answer immediately. Instead, you brush your fingers gently along my cheek, your eyes never leaving mine. I know. Those two words hit harder than anything else could. I close my eyes for a second, trying to steady myself, but you lean in again, your forehead against mine. Neither of us needs to say what we’re thinking. For once, we’re not pretending. You take my hand and lead me further inside, and when the door to the outside world disappears behind us, it feels like we’re finally allowing ourselves to admit what has been building between us all along. We kiss passionately as you remove my dress, your hands rubbing against my tits as my nipples become harder with your touch. I moan wanting more, you lower your mouth on my nipples you start to suck gently enjoying them in your mouth. I push your head in closer to tell you to suck more. You loose control and enjoy my hard nipple, my other in your hands. You come up and look me in my eyes, I want to see all of you. I start to remove your shirt and rub my hands down your chest, I start to kiss down licking and biting. I get to your belt and start to take off your pants, exposing your hard thick cock. I start to suck slowly making my way down your hard shaft. You moan as you grab my hair and pull me in. You can’t take it anymore, you need me you want me. You pick me up and throw me on the bed, you open my legs and taste me and feel how wet I am. I moan fuck yesss please yesss. You kiss up my body and find my lips, as you kiss me your cock slips inside me and we moan almost in sync. Yesss yesss! We start to fuck hard wanting more and more our bodies mixed as one. You kiss me deeply as our bodies cum, ohhhh fuck! We lay there together breathing heavily, kissing softly… you whisper in my ear. Open your legs…

30 August 2026

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Claire’s first orgasm This is a completely true story, as hard as it is to believe. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty (and horny). Going in to the fateful rendezvous at their usual hotel Claire felt extreme guilt and anxiety. James had promised a suprise and had an air of confidence that tonight would be special. She'd met him on a married dating site and been hooking up regularly for a few months. She felt guilt for cheating on her husband of 15 years, yet she felt compelled to do this for herself. She entered the elevator and stared at herself in the mirror. What does he see in me, she wondered? Clair was a ‘plain’ girl from a country town, always the outsider due to her weight and strict religious upbringing. She’d turned her back on religion to marry her husband, the first love of her life and the only man she’d slept with before James. At 5’2” she hadn’t lost any weight after the birth of their second child and their sex life was long dead. To make matters worse she was thirty five and entering her sexual prime - as a woman who had never reached orgasm! Not even closely. So far from it in fact that she'd been seeing a sex therapist. Clair had begun exploring kink in an attempt to achieve greater stimulation, and hopefully that elusive orgasm! She'd bonded with James over joint curiosity and exploration of bondage, discipline and swinging. He was dominant but happy to switch and was always caring and respectful. She felt safe and secure with him. This is it, she thought knocking on the door. James ushered her in and they shared a glass of wine chatting about the mundane details of life. The conversation soon turned to what they would do that evening. He reiterated that he had something special in store – not to mention the little surprise. "Claire, do you trust me?" He asked. "Yes", she replied. "No, no, do you really trust me? Do you trust me to take care of your mind and body?" "uh ha" "I want to take you on an incredible journey tonight Clair". Nervously she looked into his warm eyes. "Yes", she whispered, "but I still have a safe word right?" "Absolutely", he replied. He topped up her glass, "Drink up dear and we’ll get started". It was close to 6pm, Claire'd skipped lunch and the wine was going to her head. She felt safe, but was still extremely anxious and downright afraid. A big part of her screamed LEAVE NOW! Play it safe. The emotional comfort and safety of leaving beckoned, yet the little voice saying "stay, trust him" remained. "Okay", she said, jumping to her feet and draping her arms over James solid shoulders. He leaned in and gave her the most gentle sensual kiss she’d felt in years, before brushing her hair back and kissing her ear. Slowly he ran his mouth downward kissing her neck to where it met her collar bone. Like an executioner turning the chair on, tingles tore through every limb, all culminating in the depths of her stomach. At that point she realised the anticipation had aroused her innermost sexual desires. James cupped her head in his firm but soft hands. "Do you want to get undressed", he asked. Slowly she removed her baggy clothes exposing her body to the mirror, complete with all the bits she hated. She cringed and looked at James who was busy looking her up and down. She wanted the bright lights turned down. The room was like a seven-eleven at 2am! James smiled at her and as if reading her mind said, "I need the lights on tonight". Thoughts of shame filled her head. She could feel James’s member growing hard through his trousers and pressing into her lower back. He wrapped his arms around her and asked her what she saw. She shrugged and mumbled a list of complaints, flabby tummy and thighs, stretch marks, big bum. "I see a fat ugly person who can’t even cum"! Her eyes reddened and began welling up. "Do you know what I can see?", James asked, "I see a good mother of two, someone who’s body has gone to war and bears the scars to prove it. I see a woman who a few months ago only had one man in her entire life. A woman who’s thrown off the guilt ridden shackles of her religious upbringing and learnt to enjoy sex and sexuality for what it is, one of life’s greatest pleasures. I see a woman who of her own initiative, worked up the courage to go to an orgy – and dragged me along! I see a woman who had four men in one evening. Four handsome younger men who genuinely liked her and enjoyed the sex!" James left her pondering this as he opened the toy box and found his favourite soft rope. Claire’s head was a jumble of positive and negative thoughts and emotions. Why was he doing this? Apart from superficial post coital chit-chat about work and kids, they stayed out of each other’s life. Why was he doing this to her? Was it going to become a terrible emotionally draining evening. If I wanted that I would have said no to James and kept my therapist's appointment, she thought. Facing her now James had her put her hands behind her back, fully exposing her chest to him. At least this is good she thought as he wrapped the rope around her chest several times. One at a time he wrapped the rope around her breasts and tucked the rope under itself to hold securely. Stepping back he asked what she saw now. Claire actually felt a tinge of pride looking at her large firmly bound and rapidly swelling breasts. Next he cuffed her hands behind her back with a long strap between so she could keep them at her side. "It’s time to test your trust Claire", as he placed the blindfold over her eyes. Intrepidation gripped her body as he walked her towards the curtained hotel window. James opened the curtains and instructed her to take four steps towards the window to show off her breasts. "No no no!" she wailed. She had a lot of kinky interests but with her body image, exhibitionism was NOT one of them. "Go-ahead", he repeated the instruction. "No!" "Okay, you leave me no option", James reached for his riding crop and slapped a bottom cheek. "Four steps forward Claire" "NO!" While she loved being spanked with the crop, she liked a little warm up to get her ready. Straight up cold whacks to her bottom stung like hell. Repeatedly he instructed, each time she refused, suffering increasingly hard whacks. With loving firmness in his voice he said "Claire you promised that you would trust me completely tonight, now step toward the window and expose your breasts to the whole of Sydney. Well anyone who’s looking up to the hotel windows", he chuckled. One more whack to her buttock left a large deep red mark and made her move. Reluctantly taking a few short shuffles forward. A prod from the crop got her to take the last step. "Okay that will do" She now stood a foot from the window and was shaking at the thought of strangers on the street seeing her naked, bound and vulnerable like this. James moved up behind her, "Good girl", you need to trust me and do what I ask. Would you like to see the view"? He lifted her blindfold to expose the fact the blockout blind behind the curtain was still closed. "What the F….!" She spun around confusion written across her face. "What! Why?" She questioned. "You don’t like exhibitionism, so of course I wouldn’t expose you. But tonight I need to know that you will trust me, do as I say and surrender control to me for an hour. Well done, do you want a drink?" James put the water bottle to her mouth and quenched her dry throat. Now smiling she stretched up and kissed him. "Well, we can continue then. Over my knee please Claire", and he sat on the bed. "Good girls enjoy good spankings", and he gently smacked each cheek in turn. Every so often he parted her thighs to rub her swollen lips or slip his thumb into her while fondling her clit between his fingers. The spanking slowly grew in intensity along with her moans and groans. She had a beautiful pink bottom when he was finished. He rolled her onto her back, an arm bound at each side, she was incapable of moving anything but her head and legs. "Okay Claire it’s like this. Tonight is going to be a little more painful and intense than usual. What I want you to do is breath in deeply through your nose and exhale through your mouth. Every time it hurts take a deep breath and breathe the pain in. Now if it really gets to much and you can’t take it you still have your safe word okay. But I want you to focus on your body and what it’s feeling, forgetting everything else". With those instructions it was time for James to get to work. He started by dragging the leather tails of his flogger over her face, then breasts, and down her stomach. The tingles had Claire twitching and panting. "Deep breaths darling". He then draped the tails across her feet causing her to giggle. Up and down the outside of her thighs then ever so slowly up her inner thigh. She stretched her legs further apart aching for him to go all the way, but he kept teasing her. He worked his way up and down her body, the dragging of leather tails turning to light slaps. And then becoming firmer and faster. He flicked the flogger around in a circular motion. Each slap stimulating her swollen breasts and nipples. Constantly he reminded her to breath the pain in and focus on the sensations on her body. Eventually he worked down to her groin. While she didn’t do so for her husband she was always freshly shaved for James. Again he started slowly dragging the leather strands over her lips and inner thighs. Soon he was slapping the flogger on her bald pubic mound. As he hastened she squirmed and started breathing faster. Each slap of the flogger just missing her clit and lips. "Breath Claire, in through the nose out through the mouth . Can you feel all the stimulation and pain breathing in and building up in the bottom of your stomach?" "Yes but I want to stop it feels funny". "No Claire, trust in me and keep going". Soon enough he was directly hitting her vagina, it reddening with each slap. "Focus on the sensation and breath it in darling". She was trembling a little but James had had her to this state before and knew there was a long way to go. He paused and placed the nipple clamps on, pulling the chain holding them together and eliciting a scream as the pain shot from them down to her pussy. He returned to flogging her. "Who’s a beautiful woman Claire?" "I don’t know". "Wrong!" And he slapped her pussy again. "Who’s a beautiful woman Claire?" "Me?" "Good girl", as a reward he dropped to his knees and licked her clit for a minute. "Who’s a proud sexually confident woman Claire?" Silence… "Okay", again he slapped her pussy with the flogger, it’s tails now getting soaked with her sweet moistness. "Me. Me". She mumbled. Again he dropped to his knees, this time sucking her clit into his mouth while flicking his tongue over its tip. "Breath it in Claire. All the pleasure and pain, breath it in deep into the bottom of your stomach". "Who was a confident woman when we went to that orgy?" "Me?" This time he rewarded her by flicking his tongue over a nipple. "Who was the first woman naked at the orgy Claire?" Silence… James yanked on the nipple clamps. "Owww," Another bolt of pain shot from her nipples to her pussy. "Breathe Claire". "Me. Me okay!" He sensed she was tiring of this approach. So he removed her blindfold and freed her arms. "It’s time for your surprise". Reaching under the bed he produced a large back massager. "What?" "Bare with me Claire", he placed the massage head on her clitoris. "Now hold the handle and I’ll turn it on". "Ohhh my God," she cried. "Breath it in and rub it up and down a little". He hooked the nipple chain to the massager handle. Now there was constant pleasure on her clit and pain on her nipples every time she pushed it down. "Breath Claire". James opened her legs wider and knelt between her thighs. Gently he slid two fingers between her dripping lips and started making a come hither-motion, rubbing her g-spot, his pointer and little finger using the dripping juices to massage around her bottom. Every once in a while a finger tip slipping in to extatic gasps. "I feel funny in my stomach, it’s tingling like I feel sick". "Claire keep going", and he turned the massager up, to her protest. "No just stick with me". "Who had only ever slept with 1 man until a few months ago?" "Me" "That’s it keep rubbing the massager up and down, pull on the nipple chain. Who’s a beautiful desirable woman?" "Me". Two fingers massaging her g-spot. A finger skirting around her bottom. The massager. The bound breasts and nipple clamps. The sensation was building deep with in her. "Who’s a sexually confident woman"? "Me". James turned the massager up a little more. "Who’s the sexy woman who sucked a stranger off while he massaged her shoulders Claire"? "Me". "Who fucked four guys in one evening"? "Me". Claire was starting to see herself in a sexually positive way. "Who enjoyed it all Claire"? "Me". "Who had guys fucking her while they told me how lucky I was to have her when ever I wished"? Silence. "Who’s no longer a sexually nieve girl Claire"? "Who’s a beautiful sexual woman"? "Me"? As Claire neared hyperventilation, James yanked the chain hard pulling it off both nipples. The effect was instant. "Aarrrgggggghhhhhhhh! Argghhh! Arghh!" she screamed as her body shook, contractions ripping outwards from her pussy. She dropped the massager as James withdrew his fingers. "Claire what do you call it when you get uncontrollable pleasurable contractions rippling out from your pussy and shaking your whole body"? Giggling like a school girl she shyly murmured, "An orgasm... " "Well done Claire" She was still panting and shaking as James freed her breasts. "Did guys really say you were lucky to be able to fuck me any time"? "Yes Claire. You’re a different woman now". Two months later..... While Claire suddenly discovered ‘performance anxiety’ and thought she couldn’t orgasm again, her fears proved to be unfounded and she became extremely orgasmic. Claire and James ended their affair when Claire left her husband in search of a man who could make her happy for ever. Nine years later.... James and Claire still catch up for the odd coffee and laugh about their experiences. Claire’s divorced and shares the kids with her ex. She has dated several men and is currently in a loving and committed relationship. Her new partner knows how to satisfy all her needs!

29 August 2026

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Chapter 1 Saddled up, Ready for the Road. Checked oil, tyres, lights, strapped my gear on the back. Pulled on my boots, and trusty old leathery. Topped up water bottle in saddle bag. Fire up the ol’ beast and let her warm up whilst pulling on helmet and glasses. Climb aboard, clunk into gear and roar out of the shed ensuring door closes behind. What a day, sun shining, early morning crisp and cool, riding down the road, through some mist, check for jumpies. I feel great! This weekend would have to be the best. The 2 things in life that make me feel on top of the world, and I'm doing one of them right now! Riding. Better pull in to the servo and fill up, then its no stop until I get to that country pub. Or was it the resort / B&B. Roar off, get on the highway, once again, I get that rush of excitement and feeling of freedom from the open road. Running down the highway, my mind starts to wander, thinking of my lovely lady, whom I'm soon going to see, I can see her smooth skin, her sexy eyes, those nice soft tits, wondering what her nipples are like, her hair, the nice fingers, wonder what she smells like today... longing to hear her voice calling my name, those soft lips coming closer to mine... Gosh, I think I can feel my cock swelling! S-H–I–T!!! Oh my God, that was close, didn’t realise that car was slowing, I think I’d better keep my mind on the road. Hey, wait a minute, I forgot to check my phone before leaving servo. I pull over, and turn it on, message from her, It said “I may be a little late, just tending to some last minute things.“ I reply, “OK, see you when I see you” I rumble off down the road, keeping my mind on the job. I think a lot of stuff whilst riding don’t I? Hey, you’re talking to yourself! Yes, it keeps me sane. My mind starts to wander again, this time the negative side of me is talking. thinking, hope everything will turn out OK. Will I be able to impress her? Will I seem boring to her? Will my body be a turn on for her? Will I be able to please her? AAAHHHH, don’t be so stupid and negative, so what, whatever happens, I am me, and just give it your best shot, have some wine, and relax, and enjoy yourself. Oh, that’s better, be positive. OK, I’ll be arriving soon, I remember that road and house on the corner. It should be a few k’s down the road. The reality of the weekend is now kicking in, a rush of excitement runs down the entire length of my body, and shiver runs down my spine. The rumble of my bike reminds me of how good this beast has been to me over the years and the good times it has brought me. Now, it has brought me to a place where I have always dreamt of, no, not this particular place, but one like this, mystical, old, and full of character. WHAT! That looks like her car! She’s here already. She walks over to me just as I roll in and park. No sooner had I got my helmet off, I could feel her soft lips on mine, giving me a quick little kiss. She said, “I thought I might beat you here, I’m not that far away you know.” We hug each other, then I ask if she checked in yet, to which she replies, that she has only just got here. OK, I’ll go and check in, I’ll be back soon. Chapter 2. Settling In Wine and Dine Just got back, unstrap my gear, and get all our stuff, and search for our room. Finally found it, Room 69. Right on the end. Unlock the door, and walk in dropping our stuff, and slouch on the bed, tired. After a quick relax, we organise our stuff, and check out the room, the view, the menu at the restaurant. We decide to go for a walk around the place, check it out, see what it’s got, and of course, make sure there is no one here that we know. This is our little secret rendezvous. We order some drinks, and take them out on the back deck and check out the view, after which we have calmed down and relaxed after the travelling. We now get up, and go back to our room and prepare for a nice evening meal at the restaurant. I said, you have a shower first, and enjoy the hot water running down your back. She agreed, and got her clothes and hopped in the shower. I turned the TV on to see what was on, only to be interrupted by “Darling, could you please hand me my body wash jell”? “Coming,” I said, to which she replied with a laugh “yes, you will be coming if I have anything to do with it” I walked in the bathroom to be confronted with a beautiful naked female. She said, come on, rip your clothes off and hop in with me, so I did just that, it was a little cramped but we still got clean, and it was fun. We got dressed, all the time looking at her nice silky hair. I couldn’t help myself, and went over and smelt her hair, her neck, and gave her a quick peck on the neck. I seem to have something about hair and necks. She smelt so nice. We walked down to the restaurant, and found a small table close to the old fireplace. I went to the bar and got a couple of drinks. Soon enough, a waiter came and asked for our order. She ordered a steak and I ordered a traditional roast lamb. We decided on a bottle of red wine. We have already spent a fair bit of time together, but still we seem to have more and more things to talk about. From family, work, relationships, communication, emailing, dating sites, romance, music, travel, and generally things which make us feel like we are glad to be alive. After what seemed a short time, our meals arrived. They looked and smelt delicious, as we were famished. We continued our discussions whilst eating and sipping our wine. The atmosphere was perfect. Not many people were here, was quiet, warm with the crackling fire, and beautiful romantic music in the background. After a while, the wine was starting to take effect, together with the music, I was starting to feel sooooo romantic. I thought to myself, it doesn’t get much better than this, good food, wine, music, location, and with such a beautiful person full of emotion, feelings, soft, sensual, sexy. I just felt on top of the world. I couldn’t help myself, I started talking about sex, and how much I loved and missed it. I told her, you have restored my get up and go. I am now touching her hand, which is so soft and tender. Whilst talking, I am looking deep into her beautiful soft eyes, and I’m thinking does she still think I have sexy eyes in the flesh? We talk about how we feel in regard to romance and what sort of things make us get “on fire” I try to explain how sometimes like now, I feel like I could burst with passion, and how certain atmospheric things fuel me up, like fog, mist, moon, and smells, like a slight wood fire smoke. Started talking about sex again and how magic it is. Sex on its own is nothing. The foreplay starts many hours before hand, the looks, the talk, the flirting, the gentle brushing on your body. I could feel her hand rubbing my leg under the table, to which my passion rose even higher, I felt so good. I could feel my cock starting to swell. I looked at her in the eyes, and came closer and closer, until our lips met, and we kissed passionately. I said to her “Let’s go back to our unit and continue our exchange of passion”. Chapter 3 Unleash the Power of Passion We walked back to our unit, hand in hand. Unlocked the door, walked in and locked it behind us. She went over and sat on the bed, I followed and stood over her, bending down and started kissing her soft rose petal lips, moving down and around on her neck, smelling her skin and hair. I could feel her tugging at my trousers, undoing them, and trying to slide them down, but my cock had already started to swell, and she had to jerk them down, releasing my cock, which had been held captive, springing out to freedom. She took my cock which now is stiff, hard, hot, and throbbing and wrapped her soft lips around it, taking it in and out of her warm mouth. This was more than I could stand, and let out a quiet groan. I undid her top and very clumsily removed her bra. Her breasts popped out, I was stunned by their beauty, they were so nice, full, soft, and warm. I couldn’t wait to fondle them, squishing them gently in my hands. After a few minutes of this sweet lady sucking and stroking my hard cock, I could feel myself teetering on the edge of blowing my load, so I pulled it out, and lowered myself on my knees and started licking, flicking my tongue around those nice pink nipples. While licking one, I was playing with the other with my fingers, swapping over every now and then. Those nice pink nipples soon became harder and bigger. They were absolutely lovely. She was now rubbing my masculine shoulders and upper arms. She noticed some precum coming out of my dick and rubbed it over the head of my cock, sending me crazy, letting out a loader moan. I laid her down on her back on the bed, removing the rest of her clothes, continued to rub and kiss her all over, capturing the sweet scent of her skin. Rolling her over, I just had to look, touch, and feel her bottom. Just like her neck and hair, I have a special liking for her bottom. It was warm, soft, round and just beautiful. I had to feel it, squeeze it, and rub it. I buried my face into each buttock in turn, gently kissing them. Rolling her back over on her back again, she whispers how much she loves my caressing, which of course makes me feel so good within myself. I move my head down between her legs, gently moving her legs apart. I part her fanny lips apart, inserting my finger. She is so hot and moist inside, it drives me crazy. I then proceed to wrap my tongue around her clit. She lets out a long moan in ecstasy. I continue to flick and wrapping my tongue around her clit for several minutes, then turning around, so my cock is now in her face. I give a hefty roll and roll us both over, so I am now underneath and my sweetheart is on top. I lift my head up and part her beautiful buttocks apart and proceed to lick her clit again, whilst fingering her nipples, brushing them with all my fingers. She then, takes my cock in her mouth and moves it in and out, stroking it. She rolls me slightly, grasping my bottom and massaging it, moving her fingers deep into my bum crack. I looked up at her cute little bottom hole. In curiosity, I touched it, moved my finger around the edge, this made her twinge, and she let out a “hum” in her throat, which I felt through my cock. I continue to tickle, flick, my fingers over her nipples, whilst rolling my tongue around her clit. After a few minutes, I could sense she was starting to approach orgasm. Then she erupted into an uncontrollable orgasm, letting out a long moan. She then fell down on top of me, rolling over spreading her legs, and said “please my babe, take me, I want you inside of me”. I couldn’t wait any longer, I straddled her, gently parting her wet lips and inserting my hard, stiff, hot, thick cock into her wet hole, pushing it all the way in. She pulls her legs up and apart letting out another long moan. I start pumping in and out, slowly, thrusting all the way in, as far as I can. I whisper in her ear that I love her, and how much a man she makes me feel. She tells me how hot my cock feels inside of her and doesn’t want me to stop. I keep thrusting for a few minutes more, then she says that it is getting very stuffy in here, let’s go outside onto the balcony. So, I get up, and follow her onto the small private balcony, where the moon was full, and shining down through a layer of fog. We could smell the smoke of a wood fire burning somewhere, probably from the fireplaces. She leans over the small balcony table, exposing her bottom and fanny to me. This was heaven. This sight was absolutely heavenly! This lady sure knows how to turn me on. I approach her from behind and insert my fat, hot cock into her wet hole, plunging it all the way in, thrusting vigorously for all I can. I lean forward and reach for her nipples. Her tits are hanging down and feel sooo nice, her nipples feel so erect and nice. I circle them with my fingers, whilst thrusting my cock deep inside her. She lets out a moan of pleasure. I think to myself, if only I could satisfy her with the pleasure she desires, my mission in life is complete. She advises me that she is now feeling a little cool out here, so inside we go. To my surprise, she shoves me down onto the bed, and says “I ain’t finished with you yet, babe, lay on your back, and let me do my thing with you”. To which I replied “I won’t argue”. She straddles me, just enough so my cock is just touching her fanny lips, teasing me. She moves her face close to mine and whispers how much she has enjoyed the weekend so far. She tells me she feels so wonderful, and has never felt this good for a long time. She moves in closer kissing me passionately on the lips, our tongues meet and intertwine. She teases me with her nipples, dragging them across my chest, I can’t resist, and grab one of them in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. Then, I move on to the other one. Her tits are hanging down again, showing their true beauty. Then she lowers herself down onto me, my eager cock penetrating her love hole all the way in. I let out a groan of pleasure. Her love juice is running down my cock and onto my balls. She then starts to pound up and down on me, I’m held captive, I’m helpless, but absolutely enjoying it. After a few minutes, she gets a little tired out, slows down, and rolls me over. My cock is still inside, and with all my energy, I thrust my thick hot cock all the way in, and out again, over and over again until I reach the point where there’s no going back, and I orgasm and blow my love juice, the pulsations are so strong and rhythmic. I collapse onto her, and whisper in her ear “You have made me feel soooo good, and satisfied. We lay still for some time before getting up, showering and hopping into bed. We kiss, and fall asleep in each other’s embrace. We fall asleep almost immediately, but it is full moon, and she awakes at about 2 am. I awake with a huge erection, full and hard as a rock. She reaches over and feels my cock, and comments on why I have an erection. I reply, I always awake with a rock hard stiffy. Don’t know why, I am not aroused in any way. Well, she said, now that I’m awake, I want you to get me aroused. She rolls on top of me, straddles me, I look up into her sweet love slot, parting her lips with my tongue, my tongue then goes to work circling and caressing her clit. My cock still long and hard, is pointing at her face, she takes it in her mouth and goes to work on it. It doesn’t take long and I am so horny. In no time she is really aroused, rolls off me and lays on her back. I lay over her and force my love stick into her, it slides in so easy, as her hole is hot and slippery. I thrust in and out with passion, the feeling is ecstatic. I continue and I feel myself reaching climax. She whispers “I'm nearly there, nearly there”, A moment later we both climax together, my cock pulsating together with her love sheath. We both fall asleep completely at ease with everything, and not a care in the world. Chapter 4. Satisfied and Happy. “Oh, so you’re awake“, I said. I roll over and give her a kiss and cuddle. Oh, how I love affection! OK, How about we dress and head off down to the dining room for some brekky? She agrees. Minutes later we get to the dining room and get ourselves some brekky. After the night before, we were pretty hungry, and tucked in to a good meal, followed by nice, hot coffee. We chatted about how much we loved the weekend, and how much we love each other’s company. It was a beautiful morning, crisp and clear, I was completely satisfied. We both agreed we would have to do this more often...

26 August 2026

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