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

19 January 2026

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Naked in the sun with my 2 beautiful friends with the luscious scent of their bodily fluids. Breasts erotically bobbling on my cheeks while I take in the surrounds and enjoy the sensual touch of these exciting excited woman. The stroking fondling eroticism breathing life into us all. Pure joy. If life was freedom. This would display this order in its purest form. One woman with sun-bronzed skin. One lily white. Breasts with nipples hard erect standing for ecstasy. Ecstasy of anticipation and participation. Fun in its pure form. With juices of sex energy dripping flowing in flowing out. Sweaty bodies in the sun living in joy. Kissing every crevasse. Three sets of lips moving fluidly from one to the other. Taking in the tastes of our sexual natures flowing cascading and breathing into the moment with the freedom of our energy moving back and forth soaking up every drop of each other of the sun the air flowing. Se and all its physical and spiritual qualities freeing us from constraint. Freeing up from daily life. Energising us to return to society. To sit be the coast and sip our cocktails reminiscing our afternoon in the sun naked and free.

16 January 2026

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

16 January 2026

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

15 January 2026

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

13 January 2026

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

13 January 2026

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

12 January 2026

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I met this bloke online, but he didn't float my boat. So, I declined his offer to be a convenient poke. Then he sends me a message online 'I suggest a bland dating site would suit you fine.' After all this is a sex site.' Well, I got this bee in my bonnet to set him right. 'Truly your assumption makes me feel vexed What makes you think I don't want sex? If the bloke is local and there is mutual attraction. Then I am up for enjoying debauchery action. But not every Tom Dick or Harry gets invited to share my snatch. Because although I am not seeking the perfect match. Discernment is very high on my list And also, I insist There also needs to be respect, rapport, and trust As that adds spice to the lust. That is why I claim to exercise my right to choose. Unfortunately, when I say 'No thanks' many men like you blow a fuse. But when they spit the dummy, I care diddly squat The fact remains I don't willy nilly share my twat. I am not the town bike or the convenient lay Because at the end of the day. Mindless sex I don't condone I would rather dance alone In fact, why miss the chance. To do a solitary no pants dance? Because doing the what cums naturally Keeps the fire in my belly And dancing my best moves I am soon in the groove. Especially if I wear the highest heels. You can't imagine how it feels. And sometimes I do a strip tease. Or imagine sucking cock on bended knees. Because when I salute my inner slut and strut my stuff. It sends tingles to my amazing muff Thankfully hitten the kitten does not have a use by date. So that means I can merrily masturbate. Until it's time to enter the pearly gate And although I am rolling closer and closer to heaven's door. I will always honour my sexual core. Meanwhile I salute my wild woman who owns her inner slut. And in her stilettos loves to strut But if you think I am up for a mindless fuck. You are definitely out of luck.

12 January 2026

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Jane was just a normal young woman. She wore normal clothes, had a normal hair style, she didn't use much makeup. Just an average Jane. Sure she was pretty, a cute face, with slightly sultry eyes. She wore a small metal stud in her nose. Her cheeks were nice and rosy, especially when she was embarrassed. Her short red hair hung low at the front, lengthening towards the back, dropping just below her shoulders; she mostly tied it in a bun. She worked in a local bar, serving her customers with her cute grin. What she did have that was really special though: her body. Tight and slim; athletic and toned. Perfectly shaped and sized tits, and the most beautifully rounded little ass. She really did like to keep herself in shape, and regularly worked out after her afternoon shifts at her local gym. She would always notice the guys looking at her, staring at her, ogling at her sexy body. She would try to make them notice her by using the treadmill and step machines when she knew they would be working out behind her so they could all look at her ass, shaking and bouncing for them. It secretly thrilled her knowing they were perving at her, but she always played it down whenever they would approach her, by turning up her music and tapping at her headphones so they could hear it bellowing out loud when they attempted to chat with her. She felt this gave her some power by rejecting and ignoring them. She often saw the same few guys there when she was doing her workouts. She loved the attention, it got her excited. It made her pussy very wet. So much that she would have noticeable patches showing through her tight leggings between her crotch. She would nearly always go home those nights, and frantically masturbate thinking about all the guys masturbating thinking about her. Rubbing and fingering her juicy, sweaty, wet pussy till she climaxed and fell asleep. It was just a usual Friday evening shift for Jane, she was only there from the afternoon and planned on doing her routine workout at the gym when she finished at about 10pm. It wasn't far from her work to the gym on her way home so she would always walk. At about 9:15pm, two of the regular guys she recognised from the gym came in and sat down at a table; oblivious that she was there. She felt a bit cornered knowing they would probably recognise her, and the outfit they made her wear for work was quite revealing and showed off her assets nicely, with a tight little cut top and very small denim shorts cut rough at the legs. Her manager ushered her over to their table to serve them: reluctantly she was obligated to do so. “Hi guys, what can I get you?” she queried with her usual pretty, cute smile. “Oh. Just two cokes and a bowl of hot nuts please miss” one responded. The other looked her up and down; faced almost at eye level to her tantalisingly perfect tits, half hanging out of her top. “Hey, you're that lass from the gym. I've seen you there, but never had the chance to say hi…” the other cut him off. Gazing at her body from across the table… “Oh yeah. It is you.” “Didn't know you worked here, what's your name?” He asked.” I'm Mike, and this is Jack.” She smiled and pulled her top up covering her tits up, “It's Jane. Is that it for your order?” Mike, whom Jane thought was hot, and was actually really good looking, caught her eyes and said, “Nothing else… unless of course, you're on the menu?” And he winked at her. This made her blush; she was embarrassed but excited. She tried to cover it up by looking down at her feet. But she couldn't help but look up to see the other guy lick his lips at her too…hearing and seeing this began to arouse her. “Coming right up”. She proclaimed. And hastily turned and headed towards the bar… “Yeah, ‘coming’ alright” Jack whispered back to Mike, but Jane still overheard him… Jane thought about what Mike just said, it made her feel warm and wanted, the attention she desired made her body tingle with a hot flush. She could sense the excitement in her pants, the thrill started to seep into her mind. Lingering on her perverted thoughts, she felt her wetness more and more, her plump pussy lips sliding effortlessly against each other as she walked back with their drinks. Her panties soaked wet with her juices, she could almost see it coming through her tight jean shorts and wasn't quite sure it was also leaking down the sides of her inner thigh; but she could definitely smell it. Now it was too late to turn around, as she walked over toward their table they both looked directly back at Jane. She knew her scent filled the air around her and she was certain the guys would smell her pussy; her excitement she couldn't contain. She reached the table. Blushed red with embarrassment, knowing that she could not hide this from the guys. “Here's your drinks guys, I'll be right back with the hot nuts for you”. She quickly placed both drinks on the table and quickly spun back to get away. Both guys really did smell her unmistakable wet juices. Mike could even see the wet outline of her pussy lips between her crotch, and the soaked panties beneath her shorts. He looked over to Jack, “Horny, do you think?” Jack smiled and said, “I'm sure it was almost trickling down her leg! She smells good to me!” They both laughed arguing about who made her so excited, and waited for her to come back. Jane had gone into the back to get a bowl of nuts even though there were several already prepared. She had to do something about her pussy. Grabbing a serviette she quickly dabbed her crotch, wiping away some of her juices and cleaning it off her thighs. Her pussy was now throbbing, tingling with excitement. She thought, fuck it, and put the pussy juice soaked piece of cloth under the bowl of nuts, and took it out to the guys table. Placing it down next to Mike. “There's your nuts guys. Enjoy.” Both Mike and Jack could smell her in the air, getting them both very aroused… and even when she'd gone from the table they could still smell her womanly scent near them. They both joked about Jane, drank and shared the nuts. Mike picked up the serviette and wiped it down his face and mouth… “Holy shit man! I think this is her pussy juice all over this!” And held it up against Jack's face, the distinguished sweet smell pressing into his nose. “Fuck man that's hot”... “Where is she now!?” They both looked around and she was nowhere to be seen… “Hey” Mike asked one of the other servers, “Where's the girl that was just here serving us? Jane. Where is she?” the other girl answered, “oh she finished her shift, and left about 5 minutes ago. Can I get you guys something else?. “No, no it's ok we were just leaving anyway, but thank you”. “Damn man, was hoping to catch her before she left” Mike stated… “Well let's go down the gym, she might be going there, she's usually there on Friday and we were going anyway.” Jack responded. Jane had made her way over to the gym, she was changing and getting undressed. Her pussy was still wet and she felt it with her fingers covering them in her stickiness. She chose to take off her panties and slipped into her tight exercise leggings. They fitted around her like they had been sewn on around her ass cheeks. Without any underwear, her pussy lips made it seem like she wasn't wearing any pants at all. She pulled them up tight into her crotch, leaving nothing to the imagination. She looked at herself in the mirror, her top showing her erect nipples through them also. She almost wondered if anyone would notice if she had been wearing nothing! Her excitement was still making her wet. She walked out of the change room and started off exercising on one of the bikes. Resting her tingling pussy and clit on the seat, arousing her with every pedal stroke, she could feel the seat easing up, almost penetrating her pussy. Her pussy was so wet, and getting sensitive she had to finish early, as the seat was also drenched in her juices. She wiped it off with her towel and went over to one of the leg press machines. Laying on her stomach, with her ass in the air she bent her legs up showing off her pert ass cheeks with every rep. Guys were already circling around her, watching her, looking at her ass stretching and they could see the outline of her pussy between her legs. It was mesmerising. She got up, glanced at the guys watching her. They all looked away, but she caught them all. Then she went over to the hip extension machine. Spreading her legs apart and then snapping them back shut. Like a teasing peep show for all the guys… drooling over her. It was then that Mike and Jack walked in. Right in line for the perfect view of her pussy, wide open, a wet patch already visible, and no sign of underwear… Mike just stopped in his tracks, and adjusted his cock in his shorts…”Would you look at that mate…?” Jack was already lost in thought, staring perplexed in wonder. “You ok mate, you still with us?” Mike jokingly questioned. “Yeah, just lost in… that” but he kept staring. Jane looked over at the two of them, she could see both of their massive hard cocks stretching out the thin fabric of their gym shorts, now she was getting transfixed on them. They both sat down on the nearest machine to hide their huge desires for her, but kept looking over at her on the machine, her legs spreading apart: both thinking of how wet her pussy must be, from how soaked her pants were looking already. Jane looked back towards them, eager to see them watching her. Knowing they were looking at her, right at her wet crotch. She watched back at the two guys, both effortlessly work their gym machines, their muscles bulging with each rep. Their cocks still stiff with excitement, protruding a larger bulge from their shorts. Jack and Mike were healthy and fit. Worked out regularly, kept themselves well. Their bodies athletically muscular and toned. They looked after their bodies and she could already see they both had big hard cocks; she was already fantasising. Looking around she could see the other guys, about four more of them, still hard glancing over at her sexy workout. She revelled in this. She stroked both her hands down over her tits, pushing out her chest as she did, the nipples hard and sticking out, flicked back into position once her hands had gone over them. All of the guys were watching this. One of them had his hands down his pants, trying to be discrete. Another was doing bench presses with his head tilted back about a metre away from her, his eyes fixed on her pussy. Two of them were on the treadmill, only they were slow jogging and not really doing any effort. And Jack and Mike were still occasionally doing a few reps that she could see were too easy for them. They were all just watching her. She looked at each of them; all of them were regulars, she'd seen them often there working out. All of them were hot; she thought, any one of them could have her, but what about all of them together? She was so horny thinking about this. This innocent looking girl. Laying there, having all these dirty thoughts, Her pussy began to control her, wanting her to think things, making her inner urges and desires spill out of her mind and into reality… She lay back on the machine, her perk breasts sitting up on her chest, and just began touching herself. Playing. Fondling. Teasing. She grabbed both her tits, squeezing them together, rubbing her nipples with her fingers… ran one hand under her top. Releasing one of her tits. It bounced out. Showing her perfect roundness and beautiful nipple. Then she took her other hand, reached in and pulled the other one out, both her amazing tits just sitting there on show. Then in one swift Smooth motion she whipped her top completely off as she sat up on the bench to an audience of watchful guys. Liking her fingers she caressed each nipple with her hands, before licking them again in a provocative way, mimicking her sucking the end of a cock, taking them deep along her tongue. All the guys in the room were now unsure of what was going on in front of them. Was this even real? They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Jane took her fingers out and looked straight at Mike, and beckoned Jack over towards her, her fingers reeling them in. They both got up. Their cocks noticeably hard inside their shorts. They went over to her, she grabbed each of them and put them to work on her nipples, and encouraged them to play with her breasts, kissing Mike as he was grabbing her before pushing his face down over her nipple. “Suck them, suck those tits guys!’ she waved the others over towards her, and let them all take a turn on her breasts, pushing one away to let the other enjoy. Giving them all fair share of her. While they were going at her, she slipped a hand into her pants, and rubbed her juices on it before wiping it down jacks face. “You like the smell of that?” She asks as she does it. Jack licks the very end of her fingers and she runs them down over his mouth. “Hell yeah, give me more of that!” “TAKE YOUR TURN! greedy boy!” As she offers a handful of her wetness to the other guys, plunging both hands one by one into her pants to retrieve her juices for them. Mike is still ok lapping at her tit fondling her nipple with his tongue, she wiped her pussy coated hand over her other nipple, and pushes Mike down onto it, letting him taste her glory. She looks over and one of if the other guys has his hands on his cock. Stroking it, bringing it hard and to attention, “Get that bad boy out, whip it out over here for me”, she grabs his hand and pulls him over, and rips off his shorts, his cock falls out right in front of her eyes, the head all swollen and hard. She grabs it and starts stroking it. It feels so good in her hand. So smooth, and hard at the same time. “Another one, who's going to get me another one!?” One of the other guys takes off his top, and pulls his shorts down and off onto the floor. His smaller cock flapping about in his hand. She grabs and it quickly stiffens while she's holding it. The other guys all do the same and bring their cocks to the party. She pulls all the guys around her face and starts grabbing and stroking them two at a time, one for each hand. She's fair and only gives each cock surrounding her a good tug, before slapping them all with her hands in a circular motion. Each one is flung around, like a Mexican wave of hard cocks. She grabs the biggest one she can see, Mike's, and starts sucking on it, grabbing two other cocks either side and jerking them. There are six guys, six big cocks circling about her face, and she starts to swallow each one in turn while playing with another two. At one point she managed to get two in her mouth, pleasuring four of them at once. She knows it's time is coming, she's still got her pants on and with six naked guys around her, she doesn't want the others missing out, and her pussy is so wet waiting. She pushes some of the guys back, and bends down pulling her tight pants off at the same time. Her shaved plump, soaking wet pussy is now on display, and she knows all the guys want it. But who goes first… She grabs Jacks head and pushes him down to his knees, directing his mouth onto her pussy lips, forcing him go get a mouth full of juice. He laps it up, and takes his hand up towards her pussy, grabbing her lips and groping her soft flesh, rubbing her labia around in a circle occasionally pressing on her clit, which makes her moan with pleasure, even with a cock in her mouth. She's back sucking their cocks and jerking off another other two, while Jack is eating away at her. She pulls one of the cocks down to the ground and gets the guy between her legs, pops the cock out of her mouth and says “share it!” to which both guys starts taking it in turns to eat her pussy. She's sucking away and holding two cocks while the other two are pleasing her pussy. But one guy from every cock cycle is missing out. She stops, and announces, “ who wants my ass first?” the other guy licking at her pussy, gently starts to lick and finger her ass hole. Tenderly working at it till he gets two fingers safely inside her tight little hole.. She slides down onto her back and lifts up her ass so he can get underneath her, and she sits down on his cock while sitting up, pushing down till it's right inside her. “Oh, I'm. Glad I went with the smaller one!” She states, as she starts to ride it gently up and down, lightly thrusting down on it, and gliding back up. She grabs at the cocks again and begins jerking and sucking, placing jack and the one that was left out back down towards her pussy, forcing them to lick at it while she's bouncing on this cock. She's having so much fun, and no one has even fucked her pussy yet! The feeling of being surrounded by cocks each of them using her. Using her holes makes her ecstatic with enthusiasm, she feels like a slave, but she's also in control telling them what to do… she leans back grabbing mikes huge cock, and begins feeding it inside her pussy from the front, making sure jack is still licking her pussy and the other guys is in her ass. All while Mike trusts himself inside her telling him to “fuck it. Hard.. Give me all you've got” mikes cock is so big he can fill most of her pussy without going all the way in, leaving enough room for jack to work his tongue on her pussy from above, while she lays back and sucks and jerks the other three guys one by one. Like a circle suck… managing all six cocks simultaneously, she feels elated, potential orgasm after orgasm tease her pussy, she can't wait to climax but she wants all of the guys to come with her, all at once. She starts to bounce harder and harder on the guys cock in her ass, feeling it rubbing against Mike's huge dick, the tender thin wall that separates them feeling more and more tender. Mike stars pumping his cock in her. Deeper and deeper, Faster and harder pushing jacks head away from her pussy. “Get your cock in there too jack”, and she stretches open her pussy with her fingers and gets him to glide his member in her chamber as well… with a cock in each hand, rotating with the third sucking in her mouth, two cocks in her pussy and One in her ass: she's plugged up. She can barely breathe, her body is tingling all over, her orgasm is right there… This is her moment, she's secretly a dirty little slut and she's loving it. This innocent girl, pushing the boundaries of all of their fantasies. She rides the cock filling her up, pushes the cock deeper down her throat and angrily jerks at the cocks till putting them in her mouth feels like a relief for the guys. Her mouth is sloppy, her ass is stretched, her pussy is dripping and squirting over everything, each guy is going at it, all of them wanting to cum. She waits till she can feel it, the cum like taste in her mouth… She then stops and gets all the guys to switch places, she's sucking Mike's big cock, riding jacks cock in her ass as sucking at each of the other guys collectively, the change over gets the guys on edge each of them moments away from being beyond their control. She hops off all the cocks let's go and stops sucking, and tells them all to cum all over her. Jack splashes his right across her breasts and neck… the other two cum all over her body, and the fourth one covers her lips and face… Mike is still going, jerking as furious as he ever had before. She grabs him pushes him on his back and sits down, forcing his cock deep inside her just as he lets go… filling her pussy up till it's dripping out the side of her… With this she cums on his cock so hard her pussy squeezes down. As she squirts out all over him, and Mike's huge cock and he comes all over her pussy again as she lifts off. Her orgasm forcing her to roll off and quiver like a shaking wreck… all covered in glistening cum and her own juices… she looks around at all the guys and asks, “Who want to do that again?”

10 January 2026

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I tried hard not to let the old woman in But she arrived anyway with a sheepish grin. I tried to bribe her with a bottle of Gin. Go away But the old woman is determined to stay So thanks to her I may not hear The sweet nothings you whisper in my ear. Because I am as deaf as a post. Though I guess I can boast My legs are still long. But don’t get me wrong. My jelly belly looks like a baggy balloon  And sometimes I howl at the moon. Life’s not fair! But I dread crumbling with despair. Thankfully I hear the ocean calling me to Seize the day! So, I am out the door and on my way. Peddling my E Bike I zoom along Because I am not yet ready for that final gong.  But keep falling into the dreaded rabbit hole. So pardon me while I curse. Because old age has taken hold And I feel ever so terse. She has confined me to barracks for months now not just weeks. I soldier on and on pretending life without sex is fine. But honestly my old bones creak   And Sir thanks for the kind offer of your services but regrettably I decline. Because sex is neither the elixir nor the antidote. And yes Sir your empathy and compassion will get my vote. But No Sir I know what you are thinking. Sadly willing bodies entwined will not distract me from my pain. And if anyone suggests I settle down with a nice retired old man This crazy old Dame Will kick up her heels and do the Can! Can!* Well as best I Can! Can!*  Let’s face facts  I am full up to dollies wax  With sexist ageist BS! What would you do if you were me? I asked my Mentor G.P.S. (Otherwise known as Goddess Pussy in the sky.) Julie doomsday is not yet nigh. I have stored a dossier about your life in the clouds above. And today I gift you your own hard copy with my love. Also, I encourage you to celebrate your old age. By performing a bawdy poem on the Nimbin stage. For inspiration open your dossier at the chapter titled Julie’s debauchery fun Next, to an audience of one But preferably to a crowd Read the chapter out loud Then Goddess pussy disappeared into a fluffy cloud. Julie’s debauchery fun Chapter one Julie at the top of the list is the bliss of your first kiss. Next is the fun loving girl who loves to dance and twirl. Or when you are feeling peeved A trick to keep up your sleeve Is to provocatively undress. Re-enacting the thrill of being a saucy seductress. Then with audacious flair Teasingly caress your bare derriere Or simply wave your arms in the air Dancing naked on a chair. Then bring to mind indulging in a good licking. When your inner slut was alive and kicking. And Julie can you recall making love in cyber space Wearing your black gown of feathers and lace? The fact is you never let a chance go by To enjoy the no pants dance Because doing the what comes naturally Has kept the fire in your belly And I wager Julie you have fond memories of impersonating Madame Lash. Remember Julie? You wore your Mona Lisa smile  Wielding your whip With finesse and style.  Do that! Harder! Harder! Do that Faster! Faster! No! No! That's not what I meant. Fuck me hard young bard and don't stop until you are spent.' On the flip side being a brazen whore Thrilled you to the core. OH Yes Master! Yes Master  J' adore I am yours to obey. I will do your bidding both night and day So, take me on all fours I am a Wanton Whore And Master I am yours And Julie although you brag  Enjoying a raunchy shag  In a hot tub  Here’s the rub In the mile high club I bet you regret You haven't bonked yet But better by far Than that quickie in the car Was getting laid. Again! Again! and Again! and Again! On the Fuckity! Fickity! Fuckity! Fickity! train Clickity! Clack! Clickity! Clack! Clickity! Clickity! Clickity! Clack! And Julie by the way  I smile when I hear you say Thank God Hitten the kitten  Does not have a use by date That means I can always merrily masturbate Until it’s time to enter the pearly gates  Now Julie that’s what I call  Gratitude with attitude Now with that said and done I trust this record of your debauchery fun Encourages you to turn the next page  And inspires you to perform a bawdy poem on the Nimbin stage. Julie, I have had a ball recalling your glorious raunchy nights. The afternoon delights. The skyrockets in flight. Remember though Julie The future is not ours to see What will be will be Lastly Julie please share this Mantra with your audience today. Blessings to the old woman who came to stay To teach me not to watch the bridges as they burn. Blessings for all the lessons I still need to learn To make this next leg of my journey the best yet. Blessings to the Universe for aiding me in my quest. To accept everything happens for me. Not to me Blessings to the powerful force of my destiny That carries me forth with love and peace in my heart. Heralding each moment as a brand-new start. Blessings for the awareness that my challenges will not bring about my demise. They are gifts in disguise And if I do slip back into despair I will not offer it a chair Instead, I will politely tell it to Nick off! And hold the lamp light of my soul aloft. Because it cannot be bought or sold   Rather my soul shines brightly. Like a beacon of gold. Reminding me what really matters in the end. Is to fearlessly negotiate each twist and bend (Evolving to changing circumstance. By celebrating life as a beautiful dance), All I am saying is give peace a chance. Why walk when you can dance? Dance me to the end of time

8 January 2026

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I'd never been to the Blue Mountains before so a coupla guy who had invited me and we caught the train to Wentworth Falls. Was late when we got there but there was a take-away shop on the highway and the nice lady made us hard boiled eggs & lots of food so we didn't have to keep coming back into town. She also said that the school hall may be open but if not the church hall should be... neither was so we walked down to where the path was that lead to the valley... by then it was pitch black. We rolled out our sleeping bags and went to sleep. I was first to wake up in morning and we were on a slope, quite steep, so gently woke the guys & said don't jump up just sit up & look at your toes then ease out of your bags... lucky our heads were near the top of the incline! so we got up, had some of the food then walked down the path to find a place to camp. We found a really nice spot of soft grass and made that our 'home' for a few days. It was Easter but we weren't expecting what was to come! After a rest we made our way to nearest waterfall and decided to have a shower under it. So took off our clothes and enjoyed the water though it was a tad cold. after about 10 mins, out of no where it seemed a whole bunch of Japanese tourists showed up and without even a 'would you mind?' started taking our pics! That was interesting, we didn't mind, we were tripping anyway. So after they left we made our way back to our camp and played a coupla hands of cards. It was a beautiful afternoon so I made love with 1 of the guys while the other watched, then he joined in. That was the day that I said 'if I could ever afford it would move to the mountains'. So years later when looking to buy remembered that comment and although couldn't afford Wentworth Falls did buy where I could afford! (That was in 1969, I bought my house in 1983)

8 January 2026

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This is your fantasy ;) but based on true stories. You are sitting there, naked. The way this situation came about is irrelevant now, your mind is focused on the present, and in gleeful anticipation of what comes next. You had heard the stories, but was not convinced they were true, and was pretty sure it was just arrogant boasting. You have met the type many times before. There was the possibility, though, that the next hour could be quite an experience. From behind you the words “just relax” are whispered, in a tone that is as gentle and sudden as the soft caress of the finger tips stroking up your back. The light touch almost feels tingly as it reaches your shoulders. You suppress the urge to twitch, and are relieved that the sensation has changed both direction and pressure. With more skin contact you feel a warmth flow into you and down your entire body, as palms and fingers meander down your back. Sometimes closer to your spine, sometimes closer to your sides. It almost tickles, but the warm feeling that floats down your body at the same time, relaxes and tames any reaction. As the process is repeated, the up strokes feel more electric, but tempered by the growing feeling of comfort, turning them into waves of sensation. At one time you feel my finger tips continue their journey, and trace up the back of your neck and into your hair. Your whole body internally shivers from the touch, goosebumps flowing from your head to your extremities. You appreciate that your hair is up, as the caress brushes over your ear lobes, and snakes back down the sides and back of your exposed neck. Warmth continues to build from the downstrokes, seeming to accumulate in your belly and your groin. You start rocking your hips. You can’t help it, slowly at first, but you hunger to go faster. You are sitting, with legs opened wide, leaning slightly forward, hands on knees and head down. Sometimes you feel fingers reach around, gently tracing below your breasts, avoiding, for now, your nipples that have become firm from the combination of arousal and goose bumps. Other times you feel a hand resting over your belly, seeming to concentrate the feeling of warmth and comfort you are feeling. Just as you begin to get accustomed to the waves of sensation, my fingers trace down the front of your shoulders and along your arms. The movement brings my face closer to your back and you feel the brush of breath as my hands continue down to interlace with yours. Your body floods with excitement as I begin kissing the top of your back, and the back of your next. Your hips rock faster, you can’t stand the tension. Part of you wants this to last as long as possible, the teasing waves of exhilaration and calm. Part of you wants my hands to be more adventurous, finding it hard to resist the temptation to just grab and move them yourself. By now, reaching around encompasses your entire breasts, fingertips tracing around nipples of impossible firmness. You can feel, literally, how exited I am, at how turned on you are, and that turns you on even more. I ask you to lean back. Finally, you think, as you push your body into mine. But you find the tension rise even further as I stoke along the insides of your thighs and gently massage around the side of your swelling vulva. The tip of your clitoris is at attention, reaching out, begging for contact. You feel a solitary finger, gently, barely touching, trace up your lower lips, and tease the tip of your once private parts. This is repeated again and again, each time with a little more contact and a little more pressure, and a little more time teasing the tip. Juices are already flowing out of you. By now making my fingers wet and slippery, so as they move back and forth, up and down, and all around your engorged parts, there is only smooth comfortable sensation. Cradled by my left arm, leaning back, you feel a familiar pressure growing. You’re almost disappointed that you will climax soon, before I have even penetrated you. But then you come to your senses, or maybe you succumb to your senses, and just enjoy it for what it is. Your back arches as my finger moves rapidly back and forth over your clitoris. The wave of sensation builds by the second. The touch is gentle enough to tease, and rapid enough to maintain the sensation needed to build to a climax. It is almost unbearable as you finally let go and the wave crashes over you, pulses of sensation causing your body to shake. My hand rests on your engorged, wet and quivering pussy. You are grateful that it has stopped moving for now, but the contact reminds you that the night is yet young, and there are more pleasant surprises to come…

8 January 2026

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Today I visited my local salvos store, to see if they had any decent tees, but they didn't. As I was leaving I spotted a cute girl at the counter paying for her things. I walked out and got into my car and waited for her so I could get a better look. Luckily when she came out, her car was parked next to mine. When she came closer, I opened my window and asked her the time, as she was checking, I said I didn't really need the time, but I wanted to say hi as I noticed you inside and thought you were cute. She smiled and said thank you. I asked her what she was up to, before introducing myself and getting her name. She was slim, with dark hair and a cute butt. I asked if she wanted to hangout as she had a day off and wasn't doing much at all. She said, yeah why not. So we decided to go to the Westfield shopping centre across the road and had a coffee and some donuts in the food court. We hung out for an hour or so and the chemistry was strong, lots of laughter and banter. She was a cheeky girl and I knew she was down for some fun if I suggested it, which is exactly what I did. I offered her a relaxing massage back at my place, she jumped at the idea. I drove home and met her there. We walked up to my unit and went straight upstairs to my room. I organised a mattress on the floor, a towel and some coconut oil. She took of her dress and lay down on her stomach with her bra and knickers on. I put some relaxing tantric music on. It was happening, I was already excited and had a hard on in my shorts. I poured the oil onto her back and started to massage it into her skin with both my hands, I was on my knees either side of her arse. I undid her bra strap and got to work on her back and shoulders. Rubbing her down hard and firm whilst reaching around to feel her breasts. They were small but her nipples were hard. She had beautiful light brown skin. She was quiet but making small moaning noises as I continued the massage. I eventually moved down so I could work on her lower back and arse. I folded her underwear into her crack like a g-string as I put oil on her cheeks and felt them. She was warming up at this point, very relaxed and I was just about ready to get in there. I pull her knickers off as she turned around and sat up in front of me. I was still on my knees and she pulled down my shorts grabbed my cock with her left hand. I poured some oil into her right hand and she rubbed it onto my rock hard dick, pulling on it with both her hands. She pushed me down onto my back before mounting me and putting it inside her. She started to straddle me back and forth, working my cock like an angle. She reached around the back and started to fondle my balls as she kept riding me. She moved down and started to kiss me as I worked my cock in and out of her firmly tight pussy. We went slow and sensual, it felt amazing. I had my hands on her arse cheeks as we continued fucking. I almost fell into a dream, I only met this girl a couple of hours earlier and she was in my room now and I am inside her. I can't believe my luck. She didn't even want to use a condom, she said she hadn't had sex for like a year, couldn't imagine that but that's probably why she was so keen. By now she was bouncing on my cock and I blew my load inside her, it was inevitable. It was a great release. But I planned it early and told her I had a second round in me. I went to the bathroom quickly, followed by her. Before we got back into it. This time she lay on her back, I pulled her towards me and put her legs back towards her shoulders and entered her, thrusting into her deep and meaningful. I worked her pussy for the next fifteen minutes, pulling out at times to rub her clit and get her more giddy. After that I flipped her over and pulled her arse up and shoved it in her from behind. She did some hip movements which felt amazing and worked her butt around my solid hard cock. I grabbed onto her waist and just kept banging her hard. I asked her if I could put it into her bum hole, she said yes. I lubed up with more oil and slowly slipped it in. I worked it in and out gently as she was a bit tensed up until eventually she relaxed. I went in and all the way out too many times to remember before pulling out as she turned around and started to give me a hard hand job whilst fondling my balls. She yanked on it for a good five minutes before I blew my second stack all over her face. She gave me a look of satisfaction. She then went to take a shower whilst I just lay there wondering how it all happened so quickly. Stoked and happy to just enjoy the rest of the afternoon before starting work that evening. I got her number so we will probably see each other again, I hope.

7 January 2026

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Whilst I can’t claim to be envious of a man's penis Who every designed it was a genius And it sure gets my attention So let me hasten to add a bloke's erection Both bold and proud Is truly a masterpiece to behold This amazing work of art is also referred to as: A Horn, a Boner, the Beef Bayonet, Percy, Roger Snake in the trousers the Night Crawler Love Muscle and a Hard On. It’s said that this randy quirk of nature started with Adam in the Garden of Eden, And the fact is that evolution deems We inherited Adam's DNA in our horny genes. So, next time you have an urge to play with your: Pork Sword, Beef Bayonet or Major Nelson. Remember you are honouring your basic instinct to slay the Dragon. And as you no doubt already know Scuffing the Ferret is healthy for you. So, to enhance your jerking off fun This is what I suggest you do  Step one... If your imagination needs a boost. Some porn will no doubt help you cut loose. But wait! before you give your Snake a much-needed squeeze If you really! Really! care. I implore pretty please, be fair, Let your Roger loose to do as he pleases  Swinging free in the breeze To strut like a Proud Peacock displaying his glorious glistening crown. Because the healing qualities of fresh air is a fact that’s well renown. Next wrap Mrs. Palmer and her Five Daughters around your Shaft. No! Not like that! Are you daft? Gently and with reverence works best, And use warm coconut oil, because it has passed the test. Not only is it edible, but it is also soft, and smooth like silk, And before long you will be squirting your delicious milk. So, have a towel or two nearby. Cause one never knows where the cum may fly. (Such a pity, and a waste, That I am not available for the taste) I kid you not feasting on the ‘Nectar of the Gods’ is second to none. It almost brings me undone. Cause I have an addiction I need to feed, And confess it’s been diagnosed as ‘Cock sucking greed.’ So, this incorrigible, but wise crone Is hoping my affliction you will condone) But sorry I side tracked so I beg your pardon. Now back to you and your Hard On, I suggest you take your time, and let the full glory of your magnificent Beast, Make you feel sublime giving you an erotic visual feast And because you are taking matters in hand. You will soon feel mighty grand. And even better if you plant your seed  While honouring your Primal need Because when willing bodies entwine It's better than a glass of Ruby red wine But remember when playing Hunt the salami with a lover Don't hide under the covers But, if you are in a public place when you’re Boning up, and want to Scruff the Ferret Sadly, decorum requires you to grin and bear it. Because an erection in public place is definitely out of the question. Instead, may I suggest, you try distraction. Or you may just need to remain astute and simply wait Because with the fullness of time your Full Salute will eventually abate. But if your Fat is still reeving up a gear, And although it may sound queer Hydrotherapy is a quick fix for a raging horn. But the water must not be too hot or too cold. Rather lukewarm is best I have been told. Then in less than a jiffy that should quell the beast. Or, at the very least. It will tame your Stiffy for a while. However, it’s best not to be too complacent or go into denial. But, if the water therapy trick Fails to quieten your Prancing Prowling Prick You could try jogging up and down on the spot and see if that works. Nevertheless, that option is mostly for the galahs, wowsers and total berks. Because if you don’t honour, and pay homage to your ‘Erectcum Life would become rather mediocre, and humdrum. So, if you are out and about when your libido is high  I suggest you don't let a chance go by  But jump behind a bush away from the public eye. Then right there under the heavenly sky Simply salute your primal urge Let loose and splurge! Julie 2026

7 January 2026

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It was just a perfect day, not too hot, no wind, just perfect. I had just finished in the garden and sat under one of our fruit trees to admire my handy work when my partner shouted, ”fancy a cuppa” “Great” I shouted back, it was like she read my mind. We had been together a while and had become very comfortable with each other, predictable and happy, I gave myself a little smile and went back to looking at my garden. She returned with a tray, cups and a pot of tea and a few biscuits. I'm a lucky man, echoed in my head. Then I noticed, she was wearing her ‘at the Beach’ robe, strange, “Nice, we going to the Beach?” “No, it just makes it easier” “Makes what easier?” I took a sip of my tea. “Getting naked” And at that she opened her robe to reveal her naked body, there right in front of me. Dropping the light floral coloured Cotton robe to the ground it fell and landed like a feather. “What the fuck I said” my head on a swivel. “Don’t worry, no one can see, and if they can, let them.” She was a good looking woman, no, a great looking woman, curved, soft, plump in all the right places ,how did I forget that, how could I forget that, fuck me I thought. It was like she read my mind. Before I knew it she was on her knees, her seat cushion for comfort and she had my shorts off and cock in mouth before I could say a word - and I didn’t want to speak, not now. She worked my dick from head to balls deeper and deeper into her mouth looking up at me with her eyes with her blue grey eyes deep into my soul. Her mouth continued to work my dick, up and down, occasionally she would lightly bite my shaft, I could feel my self building to cum, but I wanted this to go on, not to stop, but I couldn’t hold it and as I tried to say I’m coming she sensed it and pushed herself on to me as I exploded in her mouth, I felt her swallow and relax. As she released me and stood she was beckoning me to the cushion and onto my knees, then she sat where I had been, she released the hair tie and let her long blonde hair fall over her breasts, her nipples peering through her long curls. Then she spread open her legs and with a wry grin said “Now, you’re turn, I want my cunt eaten likes its your Friday night Pizza, all the sauce all the sweet sweet juices are yours lover boy, lap it up , I want tongue, nose fingers and fist deep in me so I'm screaming when I finish and the neighbours can wonder what the fuck is going on, let them.” I did as ordered, what a perfect day, but it wasn’t over yet - she stood then she bent forward, my face at eye level to her dripping pink cunt, flushed now from all my endeavours and whispered in my ear - “We were getting too predictable, we are good together, but we must never loose the spark” - it was like she read my mind. She told me to stay on the my knees as she stood. Her legs now spread a little more, and her hands gently pulling her cunt lips open ,as she pushed her hips towards me, her lady bits now so close I could smell her sweetness, as she said. “Now I’m going to piss on you.” It was like she read my mind.

6 January 2026

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Only twenty minutes ago, they had been snuggling on the lounge together, watching home renovation shows. Now, Bill was pacing up and down the room and Maia was on her knees in her underwear, blindfolded. Her hands behind her back, a rope around her wrists and secured to the foot of the bed. "What do I do with a misbehaving girl?" Bill asks. "You think you're so experienced, do you? You think you know what men want?" He insisted. Maia wasn't quite sure how to respond yet, still coming to grips with the terms of the game. "Uhhhh..." She said, unsure of herself. "What do YOU want, Maia?" Suddenly she felt his hand brushing her cheek before he grabbed her chin. Firm but not rough, he tilted her head upwards. She could feel his breath close to her. Her lips parted ever so slightly before his mouth pressed against hers. She liked this. His lips massaged hers, his tongue penetrated deep into her. Then his hand began to grip her chin a little tighter and, as quickly as the kiss began, it ended. His face left hers but his grip remained firm. "Is that what you want, Maia? Sweet, gentle kisses?" His tone sounded almost patronising. "Or do you want it a little rougher?". His hand slipped off her chin before it struck her cheek in a soft slap. "What do you think Maia, which is it?" She felt a little uneasy but the slap didn't hurt. In fact, the shock of it was... pleasant. "Maybe a little... rougher?" she managed to say. "Good girl" he said, leaning in close again before reaching behind her and undoing her bra strap. He couldn't remove it entirely, not with her hands restrained. So instead he lifted it up and wrapped it softly around her neck. "Thank god it's not an underwire" she thought to herself. His hands moved back to her breasts, kneading them softly, he grabbed one and squeezed it a little tighter before his mouth covered her nipple. He began to suck on her tit greedily and she moaned in pleasure. Once he heard her, he pulled away and grabbed her chin again. Suddenly he slapped her breast. "Unfh..." was her reaction, biting her lip. He slapped the other, watching her face. She gasped each time his hand met her tit. Her legs squirmed and her thighs rubbed together. "You do like it a little rough, don't you?" Bill got up and stood over her. "Open your mouth" he demanded. She obeyed. Bill took a swig of bourbon, swished it around his mouth and slowly dribbled it into hers. Some of it dribbled down her chin and onto her tits, now glowing red from the recent slaps. "Good girl. Now open your mouth a little wider" he said. As she did, she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and her heart began to race. Bill took his hard member out and placed the tip on Maia's bottom lip. She closed her mouth but suddenly felt a stinging slap on her cheek. "No. Leave your mouth open" he said. "I'll decide when you get it all." With that he poured a little bourbon over the head of his cock, into her mouth. "There, you can suck the tip clean. Just the tip, though. Anymore and you'll get another slap". Maia obliged, trying to make sure she stuck to the tip. She hummed a little as her lips moved and her tongue circled his swollen cock. "Do you want another drink, little girl?" He asked, cheekily. "Maybe just one more" she replied. He rewarded her with more of the same. The sweet liquid running over his dick and into her mouth. "Now, would you like me to fuck your pretty little face, Maia?" She nodded, smiling before opening wide and sticking out her tongue. Bill began to slowly feed his length into her mouth as far as he felt was comfortable for her. Then he began to pick up the pace. Maia loved being used like this. It wasn't easy but it felt so good to know someone was getting so much pleasure from her. Bill pulled his cock out and held it in front of her. "Spit on it." He said, slapping her cheek with it as he spoke. Maia complied, gathering as much spit in her mouth as she could before spitting it out onto his length. He shoved it back in her mouth and began to fuck her again. When he withdrew again, she sucked in a deep breath. "Open your mouth again" and when she did, Bill came close and spat directly into her mouth before kissing her deeply. One of his hands pinched a nipple and then moved between her legs, inside her panties. His fingers found she was already dripping wet and he slid one inside her, rubbing vigorously. "Let's put this pussy to work, shall we?" With that, he untied the rope from the foot of the bed but, leaving her hands secured, helped her up before bending her over onto the mattress. Maia's ass was sticking up towards him and he slapped her butt cheek. A little harder than the other slaps. Enough to see a red handprint beginning to form. Bill quickly pulled her panties down and positioned his cock at her entry. "Is this what you want?" "God... yes" she grunted back. His manhood thrust into her and he took a hold of the bra around her neck, pulling her back just enough to keep her face off the mattress. His cock rammed into her, his other hand continued to slap her arse intermittently and she moaned, grunted and squealed with pleasure at each and every sensation. The 'almost' choking feeling on her throat, the stinging slaps in her butt and the pounding cock, whose swollen head teased her walls with each thrust. Before she knew it, she was shuddering in climax. His cock became covered in her juices and, to her delight, he joined her orgasm, exploding inside her. One last gentle slap on her bum, and they collapsed onto the bed beside each other. He untied her while they relived the memory together and gazed at the beautiful mess they'd made.

4 January 2026

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Bill had not expected to be at her flat this quickly. He had only sent her the message on AMM this afternoon and already he was raising his hand to knock on her door. "This has to be a scam", he thought to himself on the drive over. But, for some reason, he didn't listen to his brain. Her messages were light, fun...and her photo. She only showed half her face but he could tell she was beautiful. So, he knocked. "Hang on", a shrill but sweet voice called from somewhere inside. Then footsteps, some fumbling and, the door opened. "Oh wow", Bill thought to himself. "Hi, Maia?" He said, his sense of relief at seeing the beautiful woman open the door was beaming across his face. "Hey Bill, come on in", she smiled back. Once inside, she led him into the lounge room. He handed her the bottle of wine he'd brought. "I don't drink, but feel free to have this now or keep it for later" he said. "Oh, thanks" she said, quickly putting the bottle aside. "Now, come and sit next to me on the lounge." He obeyed. She laughed as she put a hand on his knee. "So, what was all that talk about wandering hands, eh?" She looked directly into his eyes and leaned forward, her lips meeting his. Bill was almost taken aback, he wasn't expecting Maia to be this forward but he loved it. He leaned into the kiss, his hand grabbing the back of her head and holding their faces together. They both hummed and moaned as their tongues intertwined. His hand moved down her neck, her back and to her waist. They continued to devour each other as Bill leaned forward, forcing Maia to lean back, falling onto the couch. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. She was smiling, panting, hungry for more. Bill put a hand on her shoulder as he leaned in to kiss her again. This time his other hand went to her hips and then snaked it's way under the hem of her blouse, his palm gently stroking her soft belly. He moved upward to her bra, just grazing the fabric before looking her in the eye again and groping her breast. She grunted approval and opened her legs, her hand on his arse, pulling his groin into hers. She bucked a little, trying to rub herself against him. "Oh, do you want to grind a little, do you?" He asked her. "Uh huh" she whimpered. "Well, I'm always happy to oblige, but perhaps it might work better just in our undies, what do you think?" Maia bit her lip and appeared to consider it for a moment. "Sure" she said, and as soon as he stood up, she wriggled out of her skirt, undid her blouse and lay back down. Bill got down to his underwear also. His hardness was bulging out at her and she stared for a moment. He looked at her greedily and said "How about I let you grind against my face?" Maia nodded enthusiastically as Bill kneeled between her legs. He slowly peeled her panties down and kissed her inner thighs before parting her labia, then gently touching the tip of his tongue into her dripping entrance. She tasted sweet. He would enjoy this very much. Maia watched Bill leaning into her groin. It embarrassed her a little when he met her gaze but his tongue felt so good. She rubbed herself on him. He slid a finger inside her, pressing lightly on her perineum. Her groan were getting louder as her juices flowed more. Bill's cock was straining in his underpants but he wanted her to come. He pressed his face further into her crotch, his tongue flat against her clit now. The tip of his finger slid into her butthole. Maia jumped, then put a hand on the back of his head and held him steady as she grinded against him. It was almost primal and soon the rush of energy flowed from her dripping cunt, to her chest and all the way to her face. A whimpering cry escaped her lips. Bill leaned back, happy that he'd achieved the first goal. But now, he wanted his release. Maia was still basking in her glow, as Bill stood up, pushed her legs up against her chest, and released his cock. Running it's head and shaft along her dripping slit, he kept his eyes on hers. His glans was now at her opening. Bill looked at her for approval. But instead, Maia dropped her hips and took his manhood inside her. That was all the permission he needed. Taking it out again, Bill began to thrust in and out of Maia's pussy slowly, completely withdrawing each time. The sensation was intense for them both. Then, noticing that Maia still had her bra on, he pulled one of the cups down, releasing her breast and exposing her perfect nipple. He began to thrust faster. Her pussy was tight and gripped him with each penetration. Bill's hand dropped to her clit, pushing it down to maximise the rubbing as he fucked her. Faster now. Maia moaned as their flesh pounded. She moved her hand to her clit now, intent on extracting another orgasm. He thrust hard into her and soon she was shuddering again. Bill was close though too and, with Maia still tingling, he withdrew, just as his cock spasmed, streaming hot fluid over her hand, belly and pussy. That night, they enjoyed a few episodes of tv together. Maia asked Bill to stay the night and later, they experimented with more of her fantasies.

4 January 2026

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It started quietly, the way most big moments do. We were home together, the kind of night where the world feels distant and it’s just us, comfortable, connected, and relaxed. We’d talked about curiosity before, always gently, always honestly. This time, the conversation lingered a little longer. The looks held. The smiles were slower. There was excitement in the air, mixed with nerves and laughter. Being married means trust comes easily, and that made the curiosity feel safe, even intoxicating. We poured drinks, sat closer than usual, and let the tension build naturally. No rush. No pressure. Just anticipation. We talked about what intrigued us, what we wondered about, what we might like to explore together. Every word brought us closer, every shared thought making the spark grow stronger. Touches were subtle at first, a hand, a glance, a knowing smile, but charged with intention. The thrill wasn’t just about what might happen next. It was about choosing each other again, stepping into something new as a team. Confident. United. Curious. By the end of the night, nothing needed to be said. We knew this was only the beginning, and that curiosity, once awakened, has a delicious way of leading the way.

2 January 2026

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I start to get ready for our meet up at the hotel that you have chosen to stay at, you requested that I wear the sexy dress dress and heels that I sent in a pic and butt plug in my ass, I also shaved my pussy so that I’m nice and smooth. I have all my toys in a discrete bag and lingerie that I’ll be using will I stay with you. I arrive at check in for the hotel and the receptionist has told me that everything is paid for and he/she has given me one of the card keys to get into the room, I go up and get everything ready for when you arrive. I hear the door open and you walk in, I greet you and you give me a kiss on the cheek, you give me a bag of the toys that you bought with you and for me to lay out while you went and freshen up. Once your nice and good we both go down to the bar and have a drink together, and talk about anything and everything, after a while you get up and hold your hand out to me, I accept and we go back up to the room, you even sneak a kiss on my neck, and also feel my ass to see if I have underwear on (you requested that I not wear any), as you were doing that you felt the butt plug that was in my ass and growled. We get back to the room and you pin me against the wall and lift my dress up and see my pussy is nice and shaved, you start to kiss me passionately and you spread my legs apart and start to play, you then tell me to get on my knees and to pull out your cock, I obey, your pants fall to the ground and you step out of them, your cock is standing to attention and you tell me to start sucking it. You grab the back of my head and you thrust your cock in my mouth, back and forth, I gag, you then shoot all that cum to the back of my throat and you tell me to swallow, I get up off my knees and walk over to the bed, by that time your naked, you lay on the bed with some pillows behind you and you tell me to stip siductivly, I comply, I turn around so that you can see my perfect ass, I slowly bring my dress up my body, and over my head, I turn back around and tack my shoes off, and then I unclasp my bra very slowly, with a mischievous smile, and then drop on the floor with the rest of my clothes. I’m then standing in front of you totally naked, and your cock is erect once again, you be on me to suductivly crawl over the top of you till I reach your lips we kiss again and I feel your cock on my pussy, you guide your cock into my pussy and we fuck. You then roll me over and fuck me in missionary, pounding my pussy and I’m moaning, and telling you how dirty it is, which drives you on, I feel like I’m about to cum, i ask if I can, you say yes and I do cum, once you feel my cum over your cock, you blow your load in my pussy, and then slump on to the bed exusted, we kiss again, we do this a few times over night with all the toys that we both have. By the next morning, I wake up with my head on your shoulder and hand on your chest, I slowly move my hand down to your cock and I start to stroke and I can feel it getting hard, I hop on and start to move up and down, by that time you have woken up and your hands are on my hips helping, you eventually cum again in my pussy. I go and freshen up in the shower 🚿 and after 5mins you join me and we have sex in the shower, I pee on your cock and you piss in my pussy, I then get out and get dressed and then leave and say thank you for the wonderful night and hope to do it agin.

2 January 2026

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The New Years party was going well... I’d been invited by a friend and by about 10 o'clock most people were a little tipsy. I noticed this pretty girl in a red dress glancing my way on occasion, She looked cute and quite sexy in her own way but seemed shy, like you might expect a school teacher or a preacher’s wife to be. I was getting another drink when she moved up beside me and started to get a drink from the punchbowl. Without looking at me she said "Hi, I’m BC and I’ve been staring at that bulge in your trousers all night". With a sly little wink, she went back to join her friends. Later the host asked us all to line up for a group photo> I moved to the back row as I'm rather tall... to my surprise BC moved in front of me. Still smiling for the camera, she began to rub her cute bum on my bulging cock through my pants. Holy Fuck! It was all I could do not to blow a load in my pants there and then. After the photo shoot, she whispered, still not looking at me, Meet me in the bathroom. I watched her disappear through the door at the end of the corridor... while no one was watching I quietly followed. What greeted me when I entered the bathroom is a sight I’ll never forget... BC was sitting on the bench next to the sink, her dress around her waist revealing her gorgeous titties and the prettiest little shaved pussy id seen in a long time. " like what you see"? she said. I was instantly hard. She came toward me, sitting on the edge of the tub she unzipped me and took out my cock. She proceeded to give me the best blow job I’ve ever had... licking my shaft, sucking my full balls, tonguing the eye of my cock and taking my length deep in her mouth. I tried to hold on, but she was just too good... I started to shoot ropes of hot spunk into her eager mouth. What she did next made me harden again very quickly...she leaned back, opened her mouth and stared to roll my load all around with her lounge, slurping hot spunk onto her chin and back into her mouth, blowing cum-bubbles like a champion with an audible "aahh" she arched her head back and swallowed by big load in one gulp "see what a good girl I am". Fully hard again I manoeuvred her back to the sink and began to eat her cunt and tongue her little arsehole...by the way she was moaning I knew she was loving it...she came on my face and I eagerly lapped up her juices. She leaned back and parted her pretty cuntlips..." I need your big cock deep in my fuckhole' she whispered. It’s always the quiet ones.. I rubbed my cock head over her lips and began to push my big cock into her wet little cunt. She became very vocal… "Fuck me hard baby, ram that big cock into my wet cunt, I need to feel you fill me up with hot spunk!" once again, she was just too good... I started to blow my second load deep into her hot cunt… After tis amazing fuck, she gave me a little wink and left the bathroom. we carried on at the party as though nothing happed... when midnight came we all got in to the spirit, she came over to me and whispered, I just love chatting with my friends when they have no Idea your hot cum is running down my thighs..." It’s always the quiet ones...

2 January 2026

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