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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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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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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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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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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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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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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During the last few months of being on AMM… I have met some wonderful, amazing people. Some are now good friends and are a part of my life. I think it’s important to know what you want in life and get it because if you don’t, you may miss out on the best part of your life, and trust me, we all don’t want that. So this is a true story of how I have come about finding genuine connection and a happy relationship with people. For me, it all started on a journey to get my satisfaction of sex in my life as most of it was very vanilla. I have always known that I’ve had a kink side to me. It’s only now that I find myself free of all the complications and pain that I have come to know myself better and let’s face it, sex is a big part of what I have really understood about myself. I know what I want and need. I can talk the talk and be genuine to a certain extent, but sex for me is my talking point and this is what I want share. It has taken a while to find a true connection with someone without falling in love and just enjoying the company of someone or people that you want to be with. It is hard enough in life as it is, but I’ve been lucky. I love the immanency of being close to a person who gets me and most importantly respects me. I’ve had a few partners from here that I have had, and I have to be honest here, they never really gave me the satisfaction that I crave, until the day I met him. He is a lot younger than me and I would never really go that far down in age, but there was something about him that captivated me. I loved his mind, the outlook he has in life and how he carries himself. I find most men can’t do that but he does and very well I might add. It has taken quite a few attempts to finding a person to get me in the mood, and he does that well too. We have to have the banter, the opens conversation about everything and anything and boy do we have that. He is good at being calm and relaxed about women, treats them like gold and that to me is a hard find. We have great sex and feel comfortable with each other, again that’s a hard find. I know everything will and does run it’s course, I’m enjoying the moment and the great thing about having a FWB is we have no expectations of each other, we check in from time to time and see how each other is but nothing more. I like knowing that we have an opened communication and nothing is never off limits. I think we deserve to find that little bit of happiness when life is not how we plan it. I like knowing that we don’t hold each other accountable but still have that respect towards each other because to me that’s what connection is about, finding a person who gets you and rides life with you for however long we have at that point in time. It’s always good to find the right person or people and be in the right mood to achieve the best possible outcome. I love the freedom, sex and quality in having a FWB. If you haven’t found your boo, mood, person, people or whatever you’re looking for, I hope you find it soon. It’s the best feeling ever.

1 January 2026

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I was going home from a dance and got the last bus home, one of those old double-decker buses. And as this was the last bus, it was full, with standing room only downstairs, so I headed upstairs where I found the only seat left was against the window, at the back of the bus, next to this young girl. I hurried down the passage, hoping to get seated before the bus moved, but as I squeezed in past her to sit down, the bus jolted, and I was thrown against her. To my utter horror, as I steadied myself, my crotch pushed against her face. I could feel my face burning and turn a very deep red in embarrassment. As I sat down, I managed to mumble an apology to her, “Sorry about that." She just smiled at me and said, “It’s fine, not your fault.” She started to ask me something, but stopped. Then, somehow, I found the courage to ask her, “How far do you go?” Looking me in the eyes and smiling, “All the way,” came her immediate reply. Suddenly, we both blushed, realising the double meaning in our exchange. Even though she was blushing, I watched as a smile appeared on her face, her tongue slowly licking her lips, and as I glanced down, her fingers were twisting themselves together in a nervous gesture. I was still very nervous around girls, this one made me more so because of the way she had responded and was behaving. The journey was going to take about an hour, and as the bus rumbled along, I briefly thought about the last few months, all the new experiences I had with Jeff, and here I was, wedged next to the window and this drop-dead gorgeous girl, who appeared to be sliding closer to me every time the bus jolted. I could feel my prick growing in my pants as we started to chat. Usual mundane stuff people our age chat about, music and bands we liked, movies, games, school, or work things. Then she mentioned that she was getting out one stop before mine. Then, turning to look at me again, she said, “So, not quite going all the way,” winking knowingly, the comment still having double meaning. I blushed, but managed a nervous laugh, adding, “I guess I will finish off on my own,” adding, “As usual.” Just then, before she could reply, the bus made a sudden stop, and we were both thrown forward, putting our hands out to steady ourselves on the seat in front of us. As we fell back into our seats, one of her hands fell into my lap, right over my crotch. I looked at her as she smiled at me and said, “Sorry.” With her hand still resting against my now hardening shaft, it was my turn to return the compliment, and I said, “It’s ok, I guess we are even now.” Then I felt her hand slowly stroking me through my trousers, making me very hard, and she put her coat over both our knees, quietly unzipped me, put her hand inside, wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and started to slowly stroke me. We kept chatting, so anyone seeing us wouldn't know what was going on. It wasn’t long before I was leaking and felt her finger slide over the swollen head, spreading my juice over it. Then she brought her finger to her lips, sucking it into her mouth while keeping eye contact with me. I groaned, almost shooting my cum there and then. Taking my hand and pulling it under the coat, she rested it on her knee. I got the hint and started to slide up her naked thigh, pulling the skirt up to her hips as I began to stroke the front of her now wet panties, tracing my fingers over the gusset. I gasped as she reached back into my unzipped fly, pulling me free and began stroking me again, pulling, pumping and squeezing my shaft. I got closer and closer to what I now knew was an orgasm. My fingers are still running over the front of her wet panties, her hand slide down next to mine. As she peeled the wet gusset away from between her swollen lips, she pressed my fingers against the hood hiding her clit, moving the tip of my finger over her clit in small, slow circular movements. I gasped as I touched her soft, naked flesh as the bus rocked from side to side. I felt myself getting close to that wonderful moment of orgasm, when the bus suddenly stopped, throwing us both forward again, then back, the coat falling to the floor, leaving us both uncovered. I looked up in horror, expecting someone to be watching or say something, my prick shrivelled and shrank as my heart pounded. Luckily, no one else was sitting on the back bench, so we managed to pull the coat back up over us. As we settled back down, she started to slowly pump me again, wrapping her fingers around my now growing shaft. My fingers stroked the soft folds of her swollen lips, and as I eased a wet finger inside her, she closed her eyes and a low moan escaped her parted lips, and her legs clamped closed around my hand. Looking around again to make sure no one was looking, and never having experienced anything like this and not being sure what to do or what was going to happen next, I followed my instincts and slid down to the floor between her legs. My head now buried under her coat and dress, I reached up and started to slide her panties down her hips. She raised them up a little, wriggled to make it easier and then moved to the edge of the seat, offering me full access to her naked, wet pussy. Instinct again took over as I began licking her now dripping pussy, running my tongue around the hood and flicking it over her hard clit, sucking it into my mouth like it was a small prick. Suddenly, she clamped her knees together, my face trapped between her naked thighs, and started shaking. I kept sucking and licking and soon felt her juices squirt over my face as her orgasms took over. I lapped up what I could and, filling my mouth with her juices, drank till the flow stopped. Once she had stopped shaking and her breathing had become normal, I got up and sat back in the seat. With my face wet from her juices and grinning from ear to ear, she leaned, kissed me on my lips, tasting herself as our tongues touched and wrapped her hand over my hard shaft, pumping me harder. It wasn’t long before the signs were there, my breathing became ragged, my hips rising with her strokes, all signs that told her I was going to cum and very soon. Lifting the coat and lowering her face into my lap, her mouth slid over my throbbing shaft just as I began to shoot. After a few shots flew into her mouth, I watched as she aimed my prick at her face and neck. She pumped, I spurted, covering her hair, face and blouse with my cum. All the time she smiled at me, obviously loving every moment. Both spent, we sat and got our breath back, she pulled her skirt back down, took her discarded panties and wiped my face and then hers before squeezing the last drops of cum from my prick into the gusset and tucked my semi-hard prick back into my trousers. We looked at each other and laughed. We must have looked quite a sight, both covered in cum, but as we were in the back of the bus, I don’t think anyone saw what we did. Her stop came, and I offered to walk her home, but she said no, her boyfriend was going to meet her, and it wouldn’t be a good idea for him to see me. Then, as she got up to get off the bus, she leaned into me, kissed my mouth and said, “Perhaps we can do that again sometime,” gave me her cum soaked panties and walked down the bus. As she started to climb down the stairs, she turned, looked back and saw I was sniffing her panties. She smiled, blew me a kiss and disappeared down the stairs and off the bus. I never knew her name or saw her again, but years later I realised that my fetish for sniffing soiled women’s panties, began with a stranger in the back of an old double-decker bus.

29 December 2025

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I want to share a story as an idea rather than a claim, something that came about unexpectedly and unfolded over time. Some years ago, I was having lunch at my local sports club when two young women asked if they could join me at my table. I agreed, and we began talking casually — about work, hobbies like fishing and camping, and everyday life. They were both studying nursing and were about to begin their second year. The conversation was relaxed and respectful. One of them asked a few personal questions — my age, whether I was retired, whether I was married, and if I drove. Before leaving, she asked if she could have my number, explaining that her family lived far away and it would be nice to have someone older and grounded she could talk to if she ever needed advice. I agreed. A few weeks later she contacted me and asked if I would be at the club on a particular day. When we met again, she mentioned a small maintenance issue in her flat that her landlord had been slow to address and asked if I would mind having a look. I agreed and followed her there. It turned out to be a simple fix. While we were talking afterward, the conversation became more personal. She spoke openly about how difficult it was, as a young woman, to find male companionship that felt safe and uncomplicated. She said she felt comfortable with me and valued my calm nature. She asked, very directly but respectfully, whether I would consider being a discreet companion — someone she could spend time with when she felt lonely. I was surprised by the honesty of the request, especially at my age, but she was clear that comfort, trust, and discretion mattered more to her than anything else. We agreed to take things slowly and see how it felt. Over time, a quiet, private arrangement developed — one based on mutual respect, consistency, and care. There was no drama, no pressure, and no confusion about boundaries. Later on, she introduced me to a close friend who was also part of her world. After open discussion and clear agreement between everyone involved, the arrangement expanded in a way that remained respectful and discreet. There was never secrecy between them, and nothing was done lightly. This continued for several years while they completed their studies. When the time came for them to move on professionally, we sat down together and spoke honestly about bringing that chapter to a close. They reflected that during that time they had lived full lives, stayed focused on their goals, and avoided the chaos that often surrounds casual relationships. To most people, I was simply seen as an older, grandfatherly figure in the background. For me, it was a reminder that connection can sometimes come from unexpected places, and that trust, calmness, and respect can matter far more than age or assumptions.

28 December 2025

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8 years ago I was playing golf, solo. I was on the 7th green and a guy playing behind me asked to play through or play together. We played a few holes together. At the 10th green was a toilet he used. After coming out he said shame there are no girls here I can do with a blowjob. I think he knew I was bi. I said cheekily do they have to be girls, straight away he said no, then followed up with would you? I said hell yeah. We went into the stall, he said sit down. With him standing there in front he undid his pants and dropped them down. He already had a boner. I slid his boxers down and he's shlong flung out and almost hit my face. He rubbed his dick over my face as I played with his balls. Then with my mouth open he started tapping his cock on my tongue. Then I took over and started licking all over his shaft and sucking his balls. Once I put his cock in my mouth that's when I felt just how big it was. With slow sucks I enjoyed his throbbing cock for 10 minutes. Then he wanted to sit down on the toilet, I got to my knee's and kept going, and going for 20 minutes. He then said get up, I did and he turned me around and pushed me against the door and slid my pants down. I said hold on I'm a virgin in there. He said I'll only put the tip in. He slid his big dick along my tiny butt cleavage every now and then touching his head against my opening. After a bit he pushed his head in me, it hurt but it was hot and so was his dick. He tried to push a little more in but it was too big and I am too little. After a few pokes in and out he pushed hard, I think his dick bent from the pressure because it shot right up inside of me, I got it out it was too big. I said just finish in my mouth, I got on my knee's and started to give him a headjob again and after a bit he grabbed my head and started fucking my face and pushing it hard, I relaxed and let it down my throat, I could feel his head in my throat. He said I'm cumming and blew in my mouth. He said did you like that? I said I did. We exchanged numbers and I gave him head once a month for 5years, I didn't dare take it in the ass again it was too big but we worked on me losing my gag reflex and deep throat skills, always giving him head in 6 positions. He'd leave it alone for a week so he's dick would be throbbing and twitching at the slightest touch and hanging to blow. He'd text arrange a day meet for an hour long session of me edging him. Starting by dry humping my little butt cleavage, then sensual hot breath and tongue teasing, tip to throat long strokes to face fucking, usually with me finishing him on my face or letting it oozing it back out all over his finished fat. Until he moved to Melbourne for work.

25 December 2025

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A while back my girl and I began a new direction in our relationship... she basically takes it from who she wants when she wants lol! Last evening (Christmas Eve), I returned home from business meetings. Yes, I had missed dinner and it was almost Christmas... but it seemed justifiable considering the business outcome that evening achieved. All parties want the business closed before the Christmas break. I drove the car into the garage excited to share the great news, I exited and walked in the house, as I did, I could hear noises coming from upstairs. I assumed her "boy toy" was visiting giving his Christmas present to her. I made myself a drink, then walked up stairs to change and take a look. Yes, I enjoyed seeing them sometimes. Why not on Christmas eve masturbate outside the door while watching. As I reached the top of the stairs and turned, I noticed the noises coming from another bedroom. I listed and walked toward the open door. There I saw my girl, legs up, moaning, with someone on top of her I did not expect. It was her son (not mine), going hard on her. He is 24, good looking, well hung (I had noticed when he was wearing sports shorts at times). I was shocked at what I was seeing. I walked back down stairs and finished my drink. They took another 20 odd minutes to finish. After about 30 mins, she noticed I was home with the noises downstairs and came to see me. As she approached, I asked "What was that about? What do you think you are doing?". She said to me "You were not here, Jaimison could not come over, and I was in need!" As she stood there about to pour a drink, her night gown open exposing her breasts and body. I looked and noticed there was cum dripping down her leg and out her pussy, dripping on the floor. I said "You let him cum inside you!". She smiled and laughed...then said "why not! Relax, you've been fucking me before with his cum in me!" I stood there not sure what to say. As I did, she came over and rubbed my and squeezed my crutch. She said "Your not hard!?" I said to her "I don't think what you are doing is a good idea. It needs to stop". She laughed and told me to calm down. With that she unzipped my suit pants, pulled out my cock and started sucking my cock. Always the best BJ I had experienced, I never refused. She pushed me backward onto the sofa, continuing to suck my cock. As I lay there enjoying her sucking, she stood up, opened he night gown and straddled me on the sofa. Still dripping a little, she sat down on my cock and started moving up and down. She was very wet, but also very loose. As she went up and down, she said "He is so much bigger than you. Fuck me with your little cock! Cum!" It was humiliating but felt so good I was enjoying it so much. It didn't take long this time, I moaned loud and cum inside her. She lowered and remained on top. Leaning down and kissing me on the lips. After we had finished, I made drinks for us both. We stood talking about the day. As we did, her son came down stairs. It was an uncomfortable conversation knowing what had happened. He talked to us like nothing had happened. He was unaware, I had seen them and now knew what had been happening with them for quite a while. I decided to let it go, enjoy Christmas day as a family as her daughter and husband were coming to stay over the holidays with us.

25 December 2025

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She fell forward off him, he was sure he heard a sucking noise as he left her , she slumped on the bed her back and arse glistening with sweat. He looked at his still firm cock, wet with her cunt juices and his cum , he could see it, but couldn’t feel it, what an incredible fuck this lady was. It was the Second last night of his cruise, we had a ball but not been balled, drunk too much , still life’s for living - no regrets. He was at the bar sipping a G&T In a long glass when she sidled up the bar sat in the stool next to him - he smiled, she smiled and she ordered G&T in a long glass - I said “Oh snap I love a good G&T” She was wearing a spectacular red dress I guess you’d call it mid length just above her knees and it was hemmed with a delicate white lace trim - she looked spectacular. I asked, hopefully, are you travelling with family friends - her lips ,full and red ,left the rim of the glass, her tongue slightly out licking the last little sip she said , “no no I’m travelling solo - and you?” She asked. “Solo” I said. Well here’s cheers she raised her glass - “to good times and memories,“ - I’ll drink to that I said and as I did she placed her hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze - In response I gently stroked the back of her hand with my fingers, cheekily drawing little circles. We both smiled and I suggested we move to one of the many booths the bar had - “great idea” she said as she leant in and I could smell her sweet perfume and feel the warmth off her skin. I think we were 5 mins in the booth before we found each others crotches - she rhythmically pressed and released my now hard cock in my pants, while I was two fingers in her moist folds slowly rubbing up and down, we did this in a hunched forward position - so the any bar patrons that glanced our way - we just looked deep in whispered conversation. Oh yes, and she would whisper in my ear as she gripped my dick - “Is my cunt nice and wet” “Do you like touching my cunt” “I love being fingered” “I love being fucked too” After 2 more drinks I suggested we head to my cabin so I could - I whispered - “eat you from arse hole to cunt hole and bury my face and tongue in you” She let go of my dick - “Let’s go” This is why I love cruising and red dresses. (ps) I finally felt my dick again two days later - “good times and memories”.

23 December 2025

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Every ache I give him comes with this truth: I am his. Middle of summer. Warmer than I expected. It was the kind of heat that reminded me of childhood—those beach days where the sun burnt the sweat off before it could linger, and the water always felt sharper, cooler, better. It was 3:30 a.m. when we arrived. We'd checked out of the hotel, loaded the car, and drove to our safe place. The beach where clothes didn't matter and freedom kissed your skin like sunlight. Nudity wasn't the thrill. Being seen wasn't the goal. It was just us, stripped of everything except each other. We set up the new beach hut. Or more accurately, he did, with sandbags and sweat and that focused way he gets when he wants things just right for us. The hut barely mattered. We sprawled out across it, sunburnt and grinning, pizza boxes tossed somewhere off to the side—cold leftovers or not, it didn't matter. The taste wasn't the memory. The memory was the way the night clung to my skin. The way the waves pulled at the edges of our space. The way he looked at me. We didn’t talk about it. We didn’t need to. There in the dunes, R got on top of me. Pressed his leg between mine until my knees gave, until I opened, until I offered myself like I always do—willingly, desperately. "Spread your legs," he said. And as the words left his mouth, he kissed me like a man starved. Like he was devouring something that belonged only to him. I get so wet when he takes control. When he owns the moment like that. There's nothing else—just us. Just our rhythm. Just the thunder inside my body that starts as a whisper and grows into something roaring, ancient, right. It wasn’t a game. It wasn’t play. It was raw. It was real. It was us. We didn't speak for a while after. There wasn’t anything left to say—not because there was nothing to feel, but because we’d already said everything. With breath. With rhythm. With every way two people can speak without words. His chest pressed into mine, grounding me in the sand. We didn’t care about the grains sticking to our skin or where they might end up. We just held on—tight—as if letting go might send us floating into the sky. He was still breathing hard, and his eyes never left mine. Not even for a second. I felt every part of him, and he was part of me. It sounds like a cliché—but I finally understood what it could feel like to be truly met. To be matched. Earlier that day, I’d taken a photo from my beach chair—just sand, heat, and the kind of stinging sun that blurs the line between pleasure and pain. The tide had been rolling out then, just as time had started to blur. Somehow, now, it wasn’t night anymore. The sun had risen. There were a few early walkers on the sand—maybe they’d caught a glimpse of us. Maybe not. It didn’t matter. We sat up eventually, just to take in the view. And the smell. The air was thick with us—the aroma of pleasure still hanging, salty and sharp, sweet and deep. I saw the look on R's face then—completely satisfied, completely himself. Like a lion after a feast. I’ll never forget it. And me? I’d changed. In that moment, I realised we’d both become completely uninhibited—not just in sex, but in trust. In surrender. In truth. He saw all of me. And I saw him. We just… worked. I was made exactly as I needed to be. Strong. Resilient. Utterly, joyfully obsessed with loving this man. And in the hush that followed, in the coolness after the heat, I wasn’t just satisfied. I was whole. —Own-Li Kitten, March 2025

22 December 2025

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Your body as I’ve close my eyes I can see your sexy body gracefully glide past me in your sexy summer dress with nothing underneath, I catch a glimpse of your sexy naked figure underneath, I follow you out to the back deck where you drop your dress revealing your beautiful naked body. I watch you as you lie down on my massage table on your front showing off your beautiful body and your sexy bum. I then tip massage oil slowly down your back to your toes, I then slide my big strong hands firmly along your sexy legs with my hand touching inside and outside of your legs all the way up to your beautiful bum, where I firmly massage for a few minutes before firmly and slowly run my hands up your back up to your shoulders and firmly rubbing your neck with one hand before sliding my hands all over your back down to your beautiful bum and thighs, massaging down the your thighs, my hands are so big that they reach across your thigh to the inside of your thighs sliding my fingers closer and closer to your vagina before ever so slightly touching before I pull away, sliding across your bum and hips, sliding up to your lower back then from side to side up your waist to your upper back slightly touching the sides of your breasts. Then, helping you turn over revealing your naked body to me as I slow tip oil all over your breasts lightly rubbing it in as it moves down your tummy onto your thighs and down your legs, slowly with my big strong hands I start rubbing from your toes up your legs up to your knee where I pull your knee up and slowly rub down your thighs all the way down your inner thigh, every now and then touching your labia with my finger tips, then sliding my hands slowly up your beautiful body just sliding past your breasts and down your arms to your hands totally covering your body in oil and then slowly and firmly sliding my big hands back to your breasts adding more oil and firmly massage all over them lightly squeezing your nipples between my fingers, with one hand I then slowly sliding down across your belly down between your legs to your vagina were I rub around the outside before slowly stroking both labia between my fingers, I slowly part your legs showing off your beautiful vagina, were I continue rubbing up to your clit gentle with my fingers followed by my tongue I can feel it as you start to shudder, as your about to climax slowly sliding my finger inside your opening where I slowly move my finger around your g spot all the while licking your clit, until you can stand it no more and collapse in pleasure and beg me to stop. After a while I help you to your feet and help you to a hot shower to wash the oil off, I rub body wash all over your back and down your body and down your legs, turning you around to rinse the back, I continue to foam up your the inside and outside of your legs, to your waist slowly, while pressing your vagina into my face allowing me to lick your clit, while my hands explore your beautiful body, I grab your bum pulling you into my open mouth, while my tongue licks around your clit, you slightly lean back against the wall and lift one leg onto my shoulder as my tongue plays with your clit and I slides into your vagina before going back to your clit…

8 December 2025

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

26 November 2025

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

21 November 2025

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Georgie was stressing. Her study workload had gotten on top of her and now everything was due. I was out of my depth and didn't know how to help. I had no idea about what she actually needed to do. All I could do was to support her. It's just that sometimes I think when you have a deadline and no spare time, you have to take time to release the stress. So I hatched a plan. She had no idea that I was in town, let alone that I was about to sneak into her study. I had pre loaded my phone with a sexy voice message and put a link into an email to a porn video, which I knew would grab her attention. I got to her house and snuck around to see where she was. Once I confirmed she was in her study, I crept inside to hide in her spare bedroom. This is where I waited patiently, hoping that I hadn't misread what her reaction would be. She had always had an open door policy to me, an open invitation to fulfil our needs. When I finally heard her come out for a drink, I made my move. Quietly making my way into the study, I got out my phone and hid under the desk. Again I waited. When I heard Georgie coming back I fired off the voice mail. I heard it ping as she came back in. She hit play as she sat down inches away from where I was hiding. I could smell her sweet scent as she listened to my voice saying how much I wanted her, needed her. Now the email was on its way and I could hear the notification. She opened it up and hit play on the link, her hand making its way between her legs. I sent a final message, telling her to spread her legs, close her eyes and imagine me between her thighs. With a soft moan Georgie spread her legs and began to rub herself through her panties. "Ohhhh baby I'm so hot for you" I heard her say into her phone. This was my time to move. I came up between her legs, my hands on her calves. She jumped back in her chair, before seeing it was me. Slapping me across the face she grabbed a fistful of my hair. "You sneaky little prick" she exclaimed "you nearly frightened the life out of me" before pressing my face into her pussy. "You have a lot of work to do to make this up to me". I needed no more encouragement, this is what I wanted. This is what I always want my tongue in her pussy, on her clit, in her ass. Her elevated heart rate caused her to push my face hard into her warm crutch. I was finding it difficult to breathe but that was all right. I was giving her what she needed, relieving her stress, relieving mine, tasting her juices as they first started to flow. My finger slid inside her as my tongue worked her clit. She gasped as I probed for her g-spot a second finger following the first, her pelvis grinding into my face as she sought that pleasure she so desperately needed. She was warming up quickly now, moaning as I licked her and fucked her with my fingers, bringing her to the edge and beyond, as now the juices gushed into my waiting mouth. "Cameron, I fucking need you inside me right now. I need your cock filling me up". There's no hesitation from me now. I'd already worked my pants loose while I was cleaning her slit. I was hard and ready to go. I wanted her. I needed her. I bent her over the desk and eased myself into her wet, waiting cunt. I meant to go easy to start with, but she was so wet and I was so hard I couldn't hold back. I pounded her kitty deep and hard with her bent over her desk, her work scattering with each thrust, the porno still playing on her computer. She was crying out in ecstacy cumming again and again on my engorged probing length. I could hold out no longer , I pumped my load deep inside her quivering pussy until I was spent. I leant forward and kissed her on the back of the neck while I let my softening cock slide out of her, my cum and her juices leaking out down her legs. "Thank you darling, that was a wonderful surprise" Georgie purred, before saying very abruptly "now fuck off you prick! You know full well how much work I have to do".

19 November 2025

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The ‘wolf whistle’ sound of my lovers message tone echos through the house. It’s a list of demands and a time to be ready by. 20 minutes later I’m showered, clean and perfumed, laying naked on the couch, listening to music through my headphones, blindfold on with my favourite toy between my legs, playing with myself. The only way I knew that my lover had entered the house and was near me was by his scent, a mixture of his sexy cologne and his own personal manly smell, then I felt him grab one of my breasts and suck my nipple into his mouth. Once he had thoroughly worshiped both breasts, he kissed his way down my body until he reached my pussy lips. All the while I’m in the dark, listening to music, totally focusing on one of the only senses I have left, touch. He uses one hand to spread my pussy lips so that his mouth can reach my clit, licking in circles, then flattening his tongue to apply pressure, making my pussy tighten around my toy more as it sends a jolt of pleasure through my whole body. His other hand guides his hard cock to my lips, so I turn my head and open my mouth to take him inside, hopefully making him groan as I suck and twirl my tongue around the head of his cock. Moving my head back and forth to take him deeper. Sucking as hard as I can as I use my hand to grasp his balls, massaging and squeezing, then moving my hand to his cock to stroke in time with my mouth. When he can’t take anymore, he pulls his cock from my mouth, moves between my legs, removes the toy from my pussy and grabs my ankles to place them on his shoulders, then thrusts his hard cock into my wet welcoming pussy, I groan and we go still as soon as he’s balls deep inside me. He leans down over me, grabs my hair in one hand and angles my face where he wants it, kissing me hard as he starts to fuck me, building pace, harder and faster with each thrust. I use my legs as leverage on his shoulders to lift my arse off the couch to meet his downward thrusts. Harder and harder until I tear my mouth away from his to scream out as my pussy tightens to the point of pain as I cum, soaking his cock, and he keeps fucking me, moving his mouth to my neck, sucking and nibbling me. He removes my legs from his shoulders then lays his body on top of me, wrapping his arms around me, weighing me down deeper into the couch, continuing to fuck me roughly until with one last final thrust he gets as deep as he can and cums. His body shaking with the force of it. We stay locked together, catching our breaths before he sits up and gently pulls my headphones off, then my blindfold, I blink a few times to help my eyes adjust to the light, then I see his face smiling down at me as he says ‘good girl’.

13 November 2025

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