This is a true account of our second encounter of many, recalled to the best of my knowledge. I am writing it as a personal record of the pleasure, connection, and enjoyment we shared that night. We had returned to the same hotel. The first time we met had been careful and exploratory, conversation, laughter, a single memorable kiss outside the bar. The second meeting began the same way, in the same low-lit booth, but the atmosphere was already different. The initial nervousness had softened into something warmer and more certain. By the time we walked the short distance to the hotel again, there was no hesitation left between us. We knew we wanted more. The room was the same one we had used before, or one so similar it felt familiar the moment the door closed behind us. Soft lighting, the distant murmur of the city beyond the windows, the quiet privacy that allowed everything else to fall away. She stood near the foot of the bed while her husband and I set down our things. I took a moment simply to look at her. She was 57, a mother of three, and her body carried the unmistakable signs of both. There was a soft fullness to her stomach, the gentle rounding that comes from carrying children. Her hips were broad and generous, her thighs soft and strong. Fine lines marked the corners of her dark eyes and the skin of her neck. Yet none of it diminished her. If anything, it made her more beautiful. She was exceptionally beautiful, long brown hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders, dark eyes that were still bright and intelligent, and a body that was all soft, inviting curves. Her breasts were full and heavy, the kind of voluptuous weight that comes with age and motherhood, and they filled out her blouse in a way that was impossible to ignore. There was nothing fragile or girlish about her. She was a mature, sensual woman who wore her years and her history with quiet confidence, and the result was deeply attractive. I stepped closer. We began as we had the previous week, with conversation and easy laughter, but the undercurrent was stronger now. When I finally kissed her, there was no cautious exploration left. Her mouth opened under mine almost at once. I felt the soft, substantial weight of her breasts press against my chest as she leaned into me. Her husband stood close beside us, one hand resting on the small of her back, watching with the same open, appreciative expression he had shown from the beginning. I unbuttoned her blouse slowly. The fabric parted to reveal the black lace of her bra and the upper slopes of those full, heavy breasts. I ran my fingertips along the soft skin just above the cups, then slipped one finger beneath the lace to brush a nipple. It tightened immediately under my touch. She exhaled, a quiet sound of pleasure, and her head tipped slightly back against her husband’s shoulder. I unhooked the bra and eased it away. Her breasts settled free, large, soft, the dark nipples already peaked against skin that showed the gentle signs of age and motherhood. I cupped them both, feeling their real weight settle into my palms, and lowered my mouth to one. I sucked gently at first, then more firmly, while my fingers worked the other. Her hands came up into my hair. Her husband kissed the side of her neck and stroked her slowly, clearly enjoying the sight of her being pleasured. We undressed her together after that. Skirt, then the matching black panties. When she was finally bare, I took my time looking at her again. The long brown hair falling around her shoulders. The dark eyes watching me with growing heat. The full, heavy breasts rising and falling with her breathing. The soft, rounded stomach that spoke of the three children she had carried. The broad, generous hips and the soft thighs. The neat triangle of dark hair between her legs, already glistening. She was a fifty-seven-year-old mother of three, and every curve of her body showed it—and she was still exceptionally, unmistakably beautiful. I knelt in front of her. I kissed the insides of her soft thighs, working my way slowly upward until my mouth hovered over her. When I licked her, it was long and deliberate. She tasted clean and warm. I took my time—broad strokes of my tongue, then focused attention on her clit, sucking gently while two fingers slid inside her. She was already wet and tightening around me. Her husband kissed her deeply while I worked, one hand cupping a full breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. I teased her deliberately, slowing whenever she seemed close, drawing soft sounds of frustration from her before I resumed. When she finally came, her thighs tightened around my head and her inner muscles pulsed strongly around my fingers. I stayed with her through it, licking more gently as the waves faded, then pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs while she recovered. She recovered enough to look at me with a playful, slightly dazed smile. “Your turn.” She undressed me with steady hands. When she took me into her mouth, the heat was immediate. She sucked slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, then took me deeper while her husband stroked her back and occasionally reached around to caress her heavy breasts. I rested a hand lightly in her hair, simply feeling the movement, until the pleasure threatened to become too much. I eased her back and guided her onto the bed. She lay against the pillows, her husband stretching out beside her. I settled between her thighs and rubbed the head of my cock slowly along her wet folds, teasing us both, before I pushed into her in one long, slow thrust. She was tight and slick and perfect around me. We both exhaled at the same moment. I began to move in deep, steady strokes, watching the way her full breasts swayed with every thrust, the soft flesh of her stomach shifting slightly beneath me. Her husband kissed her and slid his hand between them so he could stroke her clit in time with my movements. The three of us found a shared rhythm, skin against skin, soft moans, the quiet sounds of wetness. I changed the angle, lifting one of her legs higher so I could go deeper. Her dark eyes locked with mine. There was real passion in the look, not only physical hunger, but the emotional charge of trusting someone enough to open completely. I felt it too. This was no longer simply a first sexual encounter. Something warmer and more connected was forming between the three of us. I covered her husband’s hand with my own where it rested on her clit. Our fingers overlapped as we both pleasured her. She came a second time with a sharp, open cry, her body clenching hard around my cock. The sensation pulled me over the edge. I thrust deep and held there as I came inside her in long, strong pulses. We stayed joined for a while afterward, breathing hard, bodies still trembling. Eventually I eased out of her and settled on her other side so that she lay between us. We traded slow, lazy kisses, her with me, then with her husband, then simply held one another in the warm quiet that follows real pleasure. Later, when the urgency had faded, we talked softly. About how natural it had felt. About how much we had enjoyed one another. About the possibility of seeing each other again. I ran my fingers through her long brown hair and looked across at her husband. He met my eyes and smiled, the same easy, open expression he had worn all evening. There was no need to decide everything that night. The evening had already given us more than enough. But as I felt the soft, warm weight of her body between us, still flushed, still beautiful in all its mature, curves, I knew this would not be the last time the three of us found ourselves in a room like this. The anticipation of what might come next settled over us like a shared secret: playful, sensual, and full of quiet promise.

27 October 2026

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It was with a thrill of delicious expectation that I loudly knocked on the door - the first time I came here I was nervous about what and who to expect when the door opened but this time I knew what to expect and I could feel my cock getting harder as I remembered the fun we had the first time I was here, ramming my cock into Kai's tight pussy and feeling my balls slapping against her firm round ass, hearing her moan in pleasure as I tugged her long silky hair in rhythm with my thrusting cock and the sight of my cum glistening in her lustrous hair. Kai opened the door and gave me a light kiss and cute smile of welcome, her negligee barely covered her gorgeous body, her lovely long hair was shining with glowing health and careful grooming, she must have just washed it and I could almost taste the fragrance of her shampoo but I was a little disappointed I did not get the chance to help her wash it or comb our cum all the way through it. Her fiance gave me a big smile of welcome and handed me a cold drink while Kai was telling me they had not had any sex for a while because they were saving it until I could join them, she was so horny and aching for cock that she had already had a quick, early shower in preparation for me but she could not stop herself from fingering her pussy and was so ready for us to use her body for our pleasures and hers of course. Kai took my hand and led me into the bedroom which was dimly lit with aromatic candles and exotic incense, the perfect place for erotic pleasures, the fiance closed the door and shut out the real world and prepared for the fantasy world, he sat on a chair and pulled out his big hard cock, glistening with pre-cum and started to rub himself slowly while he waited for us to get started. Kai quickly pulled her negligee off and showed off her splendid body, large firm breasts with big dark nipples standing out proudly were waiting to be sucked and have my cock tickling and teasing them, she told me to wait while she prepared herself and took a bottle of sweet smelling oil and started to rub it all over her body, rubbing it into her tits, under her arms and between her legs and she turned around to rub the oil into her firm ass-cheeks, the little teaser bent over so I could see all of her - I quickly stripped off and rubbed my cock in anticipation. She lay back on the bed, her long silky hair fanned out beneath her like a soft pillow, she opened wide her legs and I could see her cute pussy, smooth and slightly wet with anticipation and I fell on her and buried my face into her, my tongue going deep inside her and deliciously exploring her, nibbling on her hard clit and sucking her pussy lips, I ran my tongue all over her, inside and out, drinking her juices as they flowed, tickling with my tongue her cute little ass and making her squirm in pleasure. I put a finger inside her and gently moved it around, in and out and all around and all the while, sucking on her clit, trying to make it bigger if that was possible but she was getting so close to a shuddering organism I backed off wanting to delay that for as long as possible and tease and play with her some more. My cock was aching for attention, I wanted to slide into her tight wet pussy and pound her until I spurted hot cum inside her but that would be such a waste, I wanted my cum on her not inside her and it was much to early, I wanted to fuck every part of her body and rub my cum into her hair and have her suck my cock clean but that would come later. It was time to move around, try every playful position, Kai said she wanted me to fuck her tits with my cock, squeeze it between her deep cleavage and to rub my cock and balls all over her hair and I watched as she pulled her glorious hair into a long round ponytail and put it between her full ripe breasts and told me to come and fuck them, so I moved up and nestled my cock on the soft bed of silky hair, her breasts held tight as she squeezed them together and held me there, I moved up and down the silky smooth burrow, loving every minute of it and thinking it does not get any better than this but it does... I then felt the bed move as her fiance moved onto the bed, he was naked and holding a big hard cock, he buried his face between her legs and started sucking and licking her as I had been doing, Kai was moaning and moving in total pleasure and ecstasy, loving all the attention she was getting. I wanted so badly to shoot my load then and there but that would spoil it, I didn't want to finish our playing too soon and we all had to cum together to make the occasion just perfect, I moved off her and said I wanted her suck my cock, gently so I don't cum and position herself so I could watch her fiance fuck her hard from behind, doggy style just the way she liked it. I moved over and lay on my back, my cock still hard and Kai moved down, letting her long hair trail down my front until she reached my cock and started to suck me, her beautiful hair spread all over me, hiding her face but I could feel her lips sucking hard on me and her hands playing with my balls - her fiance seeing her in a dream position moved behind her and slid his hard cock deep inside her and started to pound her, I could hear his balls slapping against her ass and then he grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him as he settled down into slow movement, moving her head up and down on my cock while his thrusting moved her back and forth - it was just perfect, we were as one... Kai could not stop herself from having a shattering orgasm, she shook with pleasure and stopped sucking me and slowly moved over and lay on her front, she spread her long soft hair down her back and said "You guys know what I want, do it to me" so we moved either side of her and started to pump our cocks until two creamy loads spurted out and mixed all over her hair, we squeezed and sprayed cum all over her until we were spent and lay down beside her - totally exhausted. "Hey you guys have not finished yet" Kai said, but I was anxious to be the one so I took her comb and straddled her back - my now soft cock nestled in her bum-crack and gently started to comb her hair, long strokes to mix the cum into much of it as possible. It shone with wet creamy stickiness and was becoming stiff but i still kept combing, my cock felt so good nestled in her crack and I could feel myself getting harder, it felt so good there but I had to look after Kai's needs, she was loving the cum been spread though her hair it even though I was pulling a bit and when I could comb no more she sat up and wrapped it into a stiff ponytail and smelt it, and then ran her tongue over the drying cum "Yummm... thanks guys - you did real good" Oh yes I thought... I want to do a lot more with that hair and not just with cum - her fantasy is my fantasy and cannot wait to try that out...

26 October 2026

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The first thing I noticed was the way he looked at her. It wasn't particularly obvious. Just a glance across the room as she laughed at something I'd said, his eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary. I smiled into my wineglass. They were a beautiful couple, with the easy confidence of people who know themselves and are comfortable in their own skin. She was elegant, with dark hair falling loosely around her shoulders and a laugh that made you want to join in. He was handsome in a slightly rugged, distinguished way I've always found appealing, with a warm smile and a wonderfully dry sense of humour. But what intrigued me most was their chemistry. The little touches. The private jokes. The way his hand occasionally settled on her knee, and how she'd lean towards him when he spoke. They were clearly very much in love, and I found that captivating. As the evening unfolded, I became increasingly distracted by these small displays of affection. When she reached across him for the wine bottle, his hand settled instinctively against her back. Later, as she laughed at one of his jokes, she rested her hand on his thigh without seeming to realise she'd done it. I wondered whether either of them noticed how often they touched. There was something lovely about it. The kind of intimacy that can't be manufactured. At one point, I told them they were my favourite kind of couple. "The kind who actually seem to like each other," I explained. They laughed, and she gave me an amused, slightly suspicious look. "Are you flirting with us?" "Would that be terribly inappropriate?" Her smile suggested she didn't think so. I liked her enormously. There was something open about her, a warmth that made conversation effortless, and beneath that elegant composure a playful streak I suspected she didn't always let people see. Her partner seemed content to let the two of us entertain ourselves, though I noticed he was watching our exchanges with considerable interest. We opened another bottle, and somewhere along the way the conversation turned to massage. They were both fond of it, although he complained, with theatrical suffering, that he was usually the one doing all the work. Naturally, I couldn't let such an injustice go unaddressed. I mentioned that I happened to have some lovely massage oil, a perfectly comfortable bedroom, and nowhere else I needed to be that evening. There were amused glances and a moment of consideration. She looked at him, smiling. "Oh, go on. You deserve a little pampering." And that was that. He followed me into the bedroom while she collected our glasses. The room was softly lit, the bedside lamps casting a warm glow across the freshly made bed. I put on some quiet music and took a bottle of oil from the drawer. He seemed amused by how prepared I was. I assured him that I simply liked to be a good hostess. His partner appeared moments later, carrying our wine and looking far too entertained. She wondered aloud whether she ought to be worried about leaving us alone. "Terribly worried," I said. "Although you're more than welcome to stay and supervise." She decided that sounded like an excellent idea. He pulled off his shirt and stretched out facedown on the bed, head resting on his folded arms, while she settled against the pillows beside him. I warmed some oil between my palms and set my hands on his shoulders. He relaxed almost immediately. There was something satisfying about the way the tension gave way beneath my fingers. His shoulders softened, his breathing slowed, and every so often he sighed in appreciation. His partner teased him about becoming far too accustomed to being spoiled, and I enjoyed their banter. Even their teasing was affectionate, full of references and shared memories that spoke of years together. After a while, I glanced across at her. "Come a little closer." She raised an eyebrow, clearly wondering what I was up to, but obliged, settling beside his head, close enough to reach him without disturbing me. She brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and leaned down to kiss his cheek. He turned his face towards hers, smiling. It was a simple moment, but I watched their expressions change. The teasing fell away, replaced by something softer and altogether more intimate. She kissed him again, and this time he lifted his head to meet her. I kept working across his shoulders, watching with growing fascination as their attention drifted from me and towards one another. Her fingers slipped into his hair. He reached for her hand. Then, almost without thinking, he rolled onto his back and drew her down against him, and she laughed softly as she settled across his chest, her dark hair falling around their faces. I quietly withdrew my hands. Neither of them noticed. I moved to the chair at the foot of the bed and took my wine with me. It seemed only polite to give them room. Their earlier tenderness hadn't disappeared, but something had changed. The kisses grew deeper, hungrier, and there was a new urgency in them, a growing impatience that made the little pauses and affectionate smiles all the more compelling. His hands moved down her back and over the curve of her hips, and she pressed closer, a low sound escaping her that I felt somewhere beneath my ribs. She sat up, straddling him, and he looked at her as though he'd never seen her before. She pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it off the edge of the bed. Her bra followed. His hands came up to cup her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened, and she let out a shaky breath and rocked her hips down against him. Through his jeans I could see exactly how much he wanted her. I'd stopped drinking my wine. There was nothing rehearsed in any of it. It was hunger and familiarity in the same breath, and the two together were more erotic than anything I could have staged. He caught her around the waist and rolled her beneath him, and then his mouth was on her throat, her collarbone, her breast, drawing a nipple between his lips and sucking until she arched off the mattress and tangled her fingers in his hair, saying his name like a question she already knew the answer to. The rest of their clothes disappeared in a flurry of impatient hands and breathless laughter. Her underwear went over the side of the bed. His followed. He was thick and hard and beautiful, and she wrapped her hand around him at once, stroking slowly, her thumb spreading the bead of wetness at the tip. He groaned against her mouth. He kissed his way down her stomach, and she parted her thighs for him without being asked. I had the perfect view of his mouth settling against her, the slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue, the way her hips lifted to meet it. Her fingers curled into the sheets. The sounds she made were low and unguarded, and I could hear how wet she was, and I pressed my thighs together in my chair and said nothing at all. He slid two fingers inside her without lifting his mouth, curling them in a way that made her gasp, and her whole body began to tremble. "Please," she said. "I want you inside me." He didn't make her wait. He moved up over her and she guided him to her, her legs wrapping around his waist, and he pushed into her in one long, slow stroke that dragged a cry from both of them. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, his forehead against hers, and then he began to move: deep and deliberate at first, her hands sliding over his back, her heels pressing into him, urging him on. Then not slow at all. The bed began to protest in time with them. Skin met skin with a wet, unmistakable sound. Her breasts moved with every thrust, and her breathing broke into short, helpless cries, yes and there and harder, and he gave her all of it, gripping her thigh and angling her hips higher until her voice cracked. I was no longer pretending to be a bystander. My free hand had found its way beneath the hem of my skirt, and I pressed down and slowly, quietly, began to move. Neither of them noticed. I doubt they could have noticed anything. He pulled out and turned her onto her stomach, and she came up onto her hands and knees with a breathless laugh that turned into a moan as he pushed back inside her. His hands closed around her hips. Her face dropped to the pillow. I watched him fuck her, watched the muscles shift across his back and her dark hair spill over her shoulders, and I slipped my fingers beneath the silk and found myself wet, swollen, and entirely out of patience. He reached around to touch her, and she shattered. It was a long, shuddering orgasm that tore his name out of her and clenched her around him until he swore, low and rough, and slowed to hold her through it. I came with her, just from watching, biting my lip to stay quiet, my thighs shaking against the arms of the chair. He lasted only a few strokes longer. He gripped her hips, thrust deep, and came with a groan that seemed to come from somewhere very far down, his whole body locked against hers, and then he collapsed over her, and they both fell into the sheets in a tangle of limbs and ragged breath. I withdrew my hand and picked up my wine. He pulled her into his arms, and for a long while they simply held one another, flushed and smiling, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. At last she looked over his shoulder at me, bright-eyed, her hair a wreck, and raised an eyebrow. "Terribly worried," she said, in a passable imitation of my voice. I lifted my glass to her. "Entirely justified."

26 October 2026

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Ik kijk naar haar terwijl ze naakt voor me knielt, handen keurig op haar rug, ogen neergeslagen. Lisa. Mijn ideale slet. Al vanaf het moment dat ze hier binnenkwam, wist ik dat ze anders was. Niet zomaar een masochist. Nee, ze is een verslávende masochist. Hoe harder ik haar breek, hoe natter en hongeriger ze wordt. En dat doet iets met me. Iets primitiefs. Mijn pik komt al half hard omhoog als ik alleen maar naar haar rode wangen kijk. “Open je mond, hoer.” Ze doet het meteen, tong uitgestoken, ogen vol verwachting. Die overgave… fuck. Dat is wat me elke keer weer keihard maakt. Ze wil dit écht. Ze sméékt erom met haar hele lichaam. Ik geef haar een harde klap in haar gezicht. Haar hoofd klapt opzij, maar ze draait meteen terug en opent haar mond weer. Een zachte kreun ontsnapt haar. Mijn pik schiet nu volledig rechtop. Die combinatie van pijn en dankbaarheid in haar ogen maakt me high. Ik voel de macht door mijn aderen stromen. Ik grijp haar haren vast en ram mijn dikke pik diep in haar keel. Geen voorspel, geen zachtjes doen. Ik neuk haar gezicht zoals ze het verdient: hard, diep, meedogenloos. Haar keel knijpt om me heen, ze kokhalsde hevig, slijm druipt over haar kin op die mooie volle tieten. En toch duwt ze haar gezicht verder naar voren, neus tegen mijn buik, alsof ze nog dieper wil. “Godverdomme, wat ben je toch een perfecte keelgat,” grom ik. Mijn ballen trekken samen van puur genot. Elke keer dat ze zich laat misbruiken, dat ze haar grenzen opgeeft en zich laat reduceren tot mijn persoonlijke cumdump, voel ik een golf van pure dominantie. Het is verslavend. Haar tranen, haar gesmoorde geluiden, de manier waarop haar kutje zichtbaar druipt terwijl ik haar keel verwoest, het maakt me harder dan staal. Ik trek me terug, geef haar twee snelle klappen op haar wangen en kijk hoe ze naar adem hapt, haar gezicht rood en nat. Ze kijkt me aan met die blik. Die fucking blik die zegt: “Gebruik me nog harder, Meester.” Mijn pik klopt pijnlijk. Ik kan bijna niet wachten. Ik sleur haar aan haar haren naar de bank, gooi haar erop en bind haar polsen strak achter haar rug. Dan begin ik met haar tieten. Ik knijp, sla, trek en martel ze tot ze donkerrood zijn. Ik zet de zware klemmen erop en trek eraan terwijl ik haar recht in de ogen kijk. Ze gilt het uit, maar haar heupen schokken van geilheid. Ze wordt er alleen maar natter van. Dat is wat me echt kapot maakt. Haar onverzadigbare honger naar pijn en vernedering. Hoe ze haar lichaam aanbiedt als mijn speeltje, hoe ze smeekt om meer terwijl de tranen over haar wangen lopen. Het geeft me een goddelijk gevoel. Alsof ik haar bezit, volledig. Ik draai haar om, kont omhoog, en begin haar te spanken. Hard. Ritmisch. Mijn hand laat rode afdrukken achter op haar billen. Bij elke klap duwt ze haar kont naar achteren, smekend om meer. Haar kutje is kletsnat, glimmend, klaar om gebruikt te worden. “Zeg het,” beveel ik terwijl ik haar haar vastgrijp. “Ik ben uw ideale slet, Meester… Uw pijnhoer… Uw vuile cumdump…” hijgt ze. Die woorden. Die overgave. Mijn pik klopt zo hard dat het bijna pijn doet. Ik ram mezelf in één stoot in haar strakke, soppende kut en neuk haar alsof ze alleen daarvoor bestaat. Terwijl ik haar ram, blijf ik haar kont slaan en haar tepels martelen. Haar orgasmes komen snel en hevig, maar ik stop niet. Ik gebruik haar lichaam tot ze schokt en krijst. Elke keer dat ze klaarkomt van de pijn die ik haar geef, voel ik een diepe, duistere voldoening. Dit is waar ik voor leef. Dit perfecte wezen dat zich helemaal laat breken, dat geniet van haar eigen degradatie, dat me aanbidt terwijl ik haar verneder. Ik trek me terug, draai haar om en spuit een dikke lading over haar gezicht en in haar open mond. Ze likt alles op wat ze kan, dankbaar, hongerig naar meer. Ik streel even over haar verhitte wang en fluister: “Goede meid.” Maar we zijn nog lang niet klaar. Want zolang zij zich zo laat gebruiken, zolang ze me aankijkt met die onverzadigbare masochistische honger, blijf ik hard. Blijf ik haar willen breken. Blijf ik haar willen bezitten. Ze is van mij. En ik ben nog maar net begonnen.

25 October 2026

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There is something quite special about meeting a couple for the first time. You have exchanged messages, perhaps a few photographs, and enough conversation to establish that there is a mutual curiosity. But none of that quite prepares you for the moment you finally sit across from each other in a bar, drinks in hand, discovering whether the chemistry you imagined actually exists. That was how it began with these two. We had chosen a relaxed little bar with low lighting, comfortable booths, and just enough background music to make conversation feel private without having to raise our voices. I arrived a little early, ordered a drink, and took a moment to settle in. When they walked through the door, I recognized them immediately. He had an easy, friendly manner, and she was every bit as attractive in person as she had been in her photographs. But I noticed something else, too. Beneath her smile was a little nervousness, the understandable uncertainty of meeting someone new when the possibilities might extend beyond an ordinary evening out. I wasn't there to rush anything. Quite the opposite. After introductions, I made a point of including them both in the conversation. I asked him about his interests, discovered we shared a few opinions on travel and the occasional ridiculousness of modern life, and soon we were laughing about something that probably wasn't nearly as funny as we thought. She gradually began to relax. Rather than making the conversation about the reason we had met, I was more interested in finding out who she was. What made her laugh? What did she enjoy? What did she think about when she wasn't working or attending to the thousand little responsibilities that fill an ordinary week? Every now and then, our eyes would meet, and there would be that fleeting moment of awareness. A smile held just a second longer than necessary. A playful comment. A hint of curiosity. I could sense that she was trying to work out what kind of man I was. Perhaps she expected someone more forward, someone who would steer the conversation towards sex at the first opportunity. Instead, I was perfectly happy to let the evening unfold at its own pace. Her husband was an important part of the equation, and I wanted him to know that I understood that. I wasn't interested in treating him as an obstacle to anything. I enjoyed his company, respected the relationship they had built together, and wanted both of them to feel comfortable with me. By the time we finished our drinks, the initial awkwardness had all but disappeared. There was no grand seduction that evening. No pressure to make a decision. No expectation that anything had to happen simply because we had arranged to meet. Outside the bar, we said our goodbyes. I turned to her, smiled, and asked if I could kiss her. She agreed. What followed was a kiss that surprised us both a little. It began gently, almost cautiously, but there was unmistakable warmth behind it. When we finally drew apart, her expression had changed. The nervousness was still there, perhaps, but now it was accompanied by something more intriguing. Anticipation. I smiled, wished them both a lovely evening, and went on my way without trying to turn that moment into a promise. Sometimes, the most attractive thing you can do is leave someone wanting to see you again. And I had a feeling I would. We arranged to meet at the same bar the following week. This time, the atmosphere was different from the moment they arrived. She greeted me with a warmer smile, and when we sat down, she seemed much more comfortable with the whole idea of being there. There was a familiarity between us now, a little thread of shared experience that made everything easier. Her husband and I picked up where we had left off. We talked, joked, and discovered a few more things we had in common. I found that I genuinely liked him, which made the evening all the more enjoyable. There is something reassuring about being able to laugh with a man while also sharing a mutual attraction to the same woman, without either of you feeling that you have to compete. And she was becoming increasingly playful. Our conversation drifted between everyday life, travel, relationships, and the things that make people tick. Beneath the easy banter, though, there was a growing awareness of the space between us. When I spoke to her, she turned towards me. When I made a teasing observation, she responded with a smile that suggested she was becoming comfortable enough to let me see a little more of her personality. I was happy to flirt, but I kept checking in with her in small, natural ways. A glance, a question, a moment to see whether she wanted me to come a little closer or preferred to keep things as they were. She began initiating some of those moments herself. A hand resting briefly on my arm. A private joke. Her fingers brushing mine when she passed me her glass. Nothing needed to be forced. At one point, her husband caught my eye and grinned at something she had said. I laughed, and the three of us shared the moment. That small exchange mattered to me. Whatever happened between us, I wanted it to be something we were all enjoying together. As the evening progressed, the conversation became more intimate. We spoke honestly about attraction, boundaries, trust, and the importance of being able to say what you wanted without feeling obliged to follow through. I told them that I liked chemistry, but I valued comfort more. That I would always rather have a wonderful evening that ended with a kiss than an experience someone felt they had been talked into. She looked at me thoughtfully. Then she smiled. "I think that's why I'm more relaxed tonight," she said. I was quietly pleased to hear it. Later, when the conversation turned to whether we fancied continuing the evening somewhere more private, I didn't assume the answer. I looked at them both and asked what they felt like doing. Her husband was enthusiastic. She looked at him, then back at me, and nodded. "Yes," she said. "I'd like that." It was a simple answer, but there was something lovely about the certainty in it. The hotel was only a short walk away. Outside, the night air was cool, and the city seemed to have softened around us. We walked together, talking and laughing, with none of the awkwardness that might have accompanied such a decision a week earlier. Everyone was smiling. Everyone was comfortable. We agreed that we would take things slowly, communicate openly, and make sure that nobody felt they had to do anything simply because we had come this far. Then we went upstairs. The room was warm and softly lit, with the distant sounds of the city filtering through the windows. For a moment, we simply stood together, letting the reality of the evening settle in. There was no need for a dramatic opening. I poured us some water, made a lighthearted remark about how hotel rooms always seemed to have more pillows than anyone could reasonably need, and managed to make them both laugh. The little moment broke the tension beautifully. I have always believed that being able to laugh together is one of the most underrated forms of intimacy. As we settled in, the conversation continued. There were questions, affectionate teasing, and a few shy smiles. I made sure to keep both of them involved, never allowing the excitement of my growing connection with her to make him feel overlooked. In fact, the more relaxed we became, the more naturally everything seemed to fit. She moved closer to me on the sofa. This time, there was no uncertainty in the gesture. Her shoulder rested against mine, and when I turned towards her, she met my eyes with a quiet confidence that hadn't been there during our first meeting. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, pausing long enough for her to close the remaining distance herself. Our kiss was unhurried. It carried the memory of that first evening, but it was different now. There was less hesitation and more trust, less wondering and more knowing. When we separated, she was smiling. Her husband sat close beside her, relaxed and engaged, and I reached out to include him in the moment. We shared a warm embrace, and the three of us laughed softly at how something that had seemed so unfamiliar a week earlier could now feel surprisingly natural. That was the moment I realized what I liked most about being with this couple. It wasn't simply the attraction, although that was certainly there. It was the sense that we were creating something together, rather than following a script. Nobody was performing a role. Nobody needed to prove anything. We could be playful, affectionate, curious, and honest all at once. As the evening grew more intimate, the conversation gave way to lingering kisses and gentle touches, each new moment shaped by mutual enthusiasm and the comfort we had built together. We took our time, checking in with each other and allowing the mood to develop without expectation. There was a wonderful warmth to it all: the closeness, the smiles exchanged across the room, the occasional whispered joke, the pleasure of discovering that everyone was enjoying the same moment in their own way. I was particularly conscious of making sure she felt free to express herself. When she wanted closeness, I welcomed it. When we paused to talk or laugh, I enjoyed that just as much. There was no race to reach a destination, no invisible scorecard measuring how far the evening had progressed. Her husband and I continued to share easy conversation and affectionate camaraderie, and that friendship became part of the attraction rather than something separate from it. The evening unfolded in its own time, private and unhurried, with the details belonging to the three of us. What I remember most vividly isn't any single gesture. It is the look on her face when she realised she could relax completely. The ease with which her husband and I could exchange a grin. The way a little humour could dissolve any remaining nervousness. And the feeling that we had arrived at this point not because anyone had pushed, persuaded, or expected it, but because all three of us genuinely wanted to be there.

24 October 2026

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I rock up to a party, not realising until I enter that it's a party for women only. There is so many women that I loose count. The party is in the middle of no where. I'm to tired to drive back but the intimidation of so many beautiful women scares me and I'm hesitant in asking to rest for a bit before I leave. I build up the courage to ask if it's okay to use one of the rooms to rest before the long drive back home. The party organiser grabs my hand, pulls me inside and directs me to a bedroom to rest. Stay as long as you need she says as she closes the door. The door locks. The party starts to get louder and louder with singing and laughing. I wanted to pop my head out to see the excitement, but the door is locked from the outside, I can not open the door. I start to get a little worried. I tried calling out but the music and laughter is overpowering. I decided to go back to sleep and wait for it to quieten down. I get woken suddenly. There is a room full of women. All naked. The party organiser looks at me and says 'are you ready'. Ready for what I said. To be QUEENED she says. As she says this one of the women jumps onto my face saying I'm 1st. She sits on my face and starts riding me like a queen. She orgasims and high fives one of the other ladies as they swap. One by one they take it turns to queen me. My face is literally dripping in vaginal fluid, my tongue has gone numb. The room just keeps filling up with more and more women waiting their turn. Some can't wait so they start jumping on my where ever they can fit and rubbing their vaginas all over me. My legs, arms feet. I am now saturated, head to toe. Then the Queen of all the Queen's comes into the room and says OFF. It's my turn. They all stand back. I take in a big breath. And the queen jumps on and she starts riding me like there is no tomorrow. She starts to clench her legs around my face, the shivers through her body start then all I hear is ' oh my god'. She starts squirting , her body is shaking in delight. Then before I know it all the women standing around me start squirting all over me. The voices have all gone from laughing and singing to groaning in delight. The queen jumps off and says I love you babe, happy birthday. Same again for next year.

24 October 2026

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In the few seconds before knocking on the door I again asked myself "What am I doing here and is this a good idea", I had no idea what to expect when the door opened, a lovely lady called Kia or a big fat guy covered in tattoos wanting to know what the fuck I wanted - I had heard many times of people arranging to meet up and when they go to the address, the person who opened the door had no idea what I wanted or they were totally different to what was expected, people who looked nothing like the photos on their profile which were taken maybe 20 years earlier. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door and waited with both trepidation and excited expectations and when the door open my heart pounded and I felt a definite stirring in my cock (a good sign) as Kia stood there, just as beautiful as in her pictures, even lovelier if that was possible, big beautiful eyes and long silky hair and a body to dream about. She invited me in and introduced me to her fiance who seemed very pleased to see me and asked me to sit down and have a cold drink. We chatted for a few minutes and then Kia said she had been at uni and had not had time to wash her hair and so excused herself. We talked for a while but I found it hard to concentrate because I could hear the sound of the shower through the open bathroom door and I could smell the exotic soap she was using. I heard the shower stop and Kia going into the bedroom followed a few minutes later by the hum of a hair-dryer. It was difficult to carry on a conversation as we both knew what was going to happen in the next few hours so he suggested we go into the bedroom and watch her comb her hair, something he loved to do and she loved to be watched. Kia was sitting on the bed dressed in a negligee that barely concealed her large perfectly formed breasts with dark full nipples and a beautiful firm body, as we came in she turned her back and handed me a hairbrush and so I began to brush her long silky hair that cascaded down her back like a glossy waterfall. I brushed in long slow stokes and breathed in the lovely fragrance that filled the room and without even thinking I pressed up against her back, my hard cock gently touching her through my pants - she must have felt me because she leaned back on me and let out a little moan. She said that was enough, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed and then she looked at me with her big eyes and wide inviting mouth and started to undo my pants which quickly fell to the floor and Kia took my hard cock into her month and slowly moved her head back and forth, gently sucking me - it felt so good, better than I could ever have imagined and I gently placed my hand on her head and ran my hands though her hair and kept in time with her sucking - we did this for a few minutes but it felt like hours, it was so good and I had to concentrate so I didn't cum too soon. After a little while Kia gave me one hard suck and let me go, she then undid her negligee and let it fall down so I could see her lovely creamy smooth body that was firm and inviting and whispered to me "Fuck me, I need your cock deep inside me" and turned around and got on her hands and knees and let me enjoy the sight of her perfectly round ass before I gently and slowly slid my cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy until she let out a gentle moan of pleasure. I slowly rocked back and forth, deep in concentration, enjoying every movement and feel, sliding my cock in and out of her, teasing her and satisfying her. I lent forward and took hold of her wondrous hair and pulled her head back so her body was hard against me and my cock was deep inside her, far as it would go. We were both moaning softly but I could also hear another moan and I looked over to see the fiance leaning back on a chair with his pants down and he was rubbing his cock while he was watching us, this was obviously what he wanted to see and was enjoying every moment. I wanted more so I said I wanted to taste her wetness and she turned over and open her legs for me, she had the sweetest little pussy I had seen in a long time, perfectly formed and very neat and smooth and I couldn't wait to taste her, I knelt down and started to run my tongue over her lips and tingle with her hard clit, she tasted better than I could have imaged, I just could not stop licking and sucking her all over and taking in her sweet pussy juices, Kia was moaning in total pleasure and I could feel her building up to a climax, she held my head hard against her and my tongue was deep inside her when I felt her tremble as she had shattering orgasm and I lapped up her cum juices as they flowed. I now wanted to taste her lovely firm breasts, to suck and run my tongue around her hard, erect nipples so I moved up and felt and tasted those perfect mounds that felt so good - I could not wait any longer, I wanted to cum so bad, I had been holding it back but I still wanted more time to enjoy her but I just had to slide my cock inside her but Kia said "I want you to cum my way, on my breasts and in my hair" so I backed off a little while she gathered up her beautiful long hair and put it in between her breasts and told me to fuck her hair. I moved up and put my cock into the deep pile of hair and Kia push her firm breasts together and the sensation was more than I could have imagined, the silky smooth hair rubbed against my cock and the feeling was better than I had ever had before, I could not wait anymore and I shook as I let out a big creamy load into her dark hair and I almost collapsed from the incredible sensation and held myself above her for as long as possible but before I could move away, Kia used her hair to wipe me clean, not wanting to waste a drop and then I noticed more creamy cum, the fiance had moved over and sent his hot load onto her hair as well, Kia giggled as she mixed the cum all through her hair. I lay back, totally exhausted and completely satisfied and wondered if it could get any better than what I had just experienced so I told Kia that was the best I had ever had, she looked at me and said "next time will be even better, I can promise you that"...

22 October 2026

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My free arm snakes around behind her head, half tangled in her now hanging hair. We are too busy kissing and gasping to notice if it is going to be a problem. My other arm, outstretched and tensed along the side of her bare abdomen, extends to allow my hand to tightly grip the little dimple on her taut hip that makes her moan just a little more intensely, although stifled by her lips being busily pressed against mine. Her lips are unbound only occasionally because I cannot stand another second of allowing her exposed and hard nipples to not be between my lips or playfully biting her abdomen, pleasing her bare skin while I thrust meaningfully into her yearning body; supple and silky-wet. We have been locked in this pleasing moment of frozen time for more than we can stand but we will not stop. Hot, heaving breath - frantic bodies and hands clasped ecstatic wanting. I seek her wrists with my hands, leading them up over her head and behind her neck. Both are pinned and now locked between the fingers of only one hand, freeing my other to explore all that I have access to. It may finally come to rest around her neck, which she might pleasingly outstretch with her chin pointed out, accentuating and sensation of my firm hand, or perhaps it will find the special, pleasure giving spot that makes her cry out with pleasure? No, better still; in a moment I am there with my mouth; frenzied and feverishly working to make her feel the release. Wrapping fists around her ankles or busily attending to her with fingers, my lips not leaving her before she begs for me to stop because the orgasm is now too much and coming in waves, insisting that I do whatever I want to her - just not that; not anymore. It is too much. It is more ecstasy than she can handle. Instructing her to get on all fours, she has barely complied before I am inside her again, meaningfully sliding the length of myself in and out, balling up a handful of her hair in my fist and whispering into her ear how utterly beautiful she has become, lost in her passions. The mood slows and before long she looks at me over her bare shoulder, panting and with determined, wild eyes. She is about to suggest something that has been on her mind since we began, and I cannot wait to hear what it is.. I am going to take my time and give all my gifts - every one of them - one by one.

19 October 2026

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Over the weekend we had an as usual wonderful time at a local Northern NSW nude beach, very secluded, always gorgeous beach… On Saturday morning we arrived early to grab a spit up under the pandanus trees, part shade, part sun and offset back from the beach, we found our spot, got naked and went for a walk, as usual there was plenty of people, most gay men of course, but also about 5 other couples, after some small talk, some sideway nods etc, we decided on some sun at our setup…After a couple of hours we were treated by two lovely men, both having a walk and stopped to say hi, well for me it’s always an easy conversation, for my husband, well he doesn’t say much, so he tends to nod a lot, however this time was very different, he was very engaged with both, perhaps it was and let me be clear, the size of their junk that got him interested, both were incredibly hung but one in particular was about 7” at least soft and easily as thick as my wrist, seriously impressive… moving on and after about 15mins of chat I could clearly see my husband was hard and the chat got a little naughty, however it wasn’t long before our friends decided to move along, I did mention to my husband about theirs sizes and he as quiet red faced, my husband is bi and definitely a receiver, loves big cock as much as I do… Anyway, if anyone can pick the beach, you will know all about the concealed tracks behind the row of pandanus trees, literally 20 mins later, my husband tells me he going for a walk, I’m happy to chill in the sun but as 1/2 hour went by, I decided to go find him, well here’s my amazing surprise, about 100 metres into the bush is an open clearing that we have both played together and with others in before, but this time was different, I came across my husband with our 2 new friends and 4 other young males, my husband was bent over a tree trunk and had one guy fucking his ass whilst sucking another guy, I just stood and watched for nearly 1/2 hour as each guy came in his ass and then the next and then the next, as each pulled out he was gaping and gushing cum, it was the hottest thing I have seen, I literally came myself twice from rubbing my clit, my gorgeous husband took each man’s cock, including the extra hung friend from the beach and each load like a champion, so much so, that I’m wanting to arrange a mass GB for him… As it turned out, we caught up with the two guys again that night and I got to enjoy a very nice DVP, a great weekend 💋

19 October 2026

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Op een lekkere zonnige dag zat ik tussen de middag op een terrasje te genieten van de zon en van een kopje koffie. Het was druk op het terras, het was een van de eerste dagen dat je lekker een terrasje kon pakken dus volop mensen. Ik zat lekker rond te kijken en te genieten van de zon toen jij het terras op kwam, je was samen met een andere dame, jullie waren volop in gesprek. Ik denk dat het een vriendin van je was. Jullie zochten een plaatsje op het terras, ik dacht, dat is een leuke meid, die ziet er goed uit, leuke kleren aan en een mooi koppie. Je droeg een zwart kort rokje en een zwarte blouse en je vriendin een wit jurkje. Jullie namen plaats op stoelen direct in mijn gezichtsveld. Hmmm dacht ik toch een leuk uitzicht, nadat je een roseetje hadden besteld toosten jullie met elkaar,waarop wist ik natuurlijk niet. Ik had al een beetje oogcontact gezocht maar kreeg nog geen respons. Na een poosje zag ik dat jullie ook naar mij keken en ik lachte vriendelijk terug. Na een tweede roseetje vond ik dat jullie al wat losser werden en flirten nu behoorlijk. Ik natuurlijk niet ongevoelig deed mijn best om jullie aandacht te krijgen. Jij had een van de knoopjes van je blouse al verder open gemaakt en elke keer als jij je rosétje pakte had ik een geweldig uitzicht op je mooie BH en borsten. Jij streelde heel af en toe stiekem over je borst en je vriendin deed hetzelfde, ik en jullie volgens mij ook werden er behoorlijk hitsig hiervan. Je fluisterde af en toe wat in de oren van je vriendin en jullie hadden daarna een grote glimlach, was wel nieuwsgierig wat jullie bespraken. We flirten lekker met zijn drietjes totdat jij plotseling weg liep, Waarschijnlijk even naar de wc dacht ik. Jij kwam een beetje giechelend terug en ik zag dat jij iets in je tas stopte. Het was iets zwarts, leek een beetje op een kanten slipje maar dat was waarschijnlijk weer mijn dirty minds. Echter toen jij weer ging zitten en je benen iets uit elkaar deed zag ik werkelijk wat ik graag wilde zien, jij had je slip uitgetrokken en liet dit stiekem aan mij zie. Pffffffff kreeg het er behoorlijk warm van en jullie bleven giechelen. Jullie bleven doorgaan met mij en elkaar opgeilen. Ik zag dat jij wat op een bierviltje schreef en dat je de ober riep, jullie rekenden af en ik dacht nog shit ze nu gaan ze weg maar jij liep langs mijn stoel en gaf mij het bierviltje. Daarop stond: volg ons maar als je durft. Ik rekende snel mijn koffie af en liep achter jullie aan, onze auto’s stonden dicht bij elkaar en ik reed gewillig achter jullie aan. We reden richting een bos, was daar niet bekend maar dacht blijf volgen zal goed komen. Op een parkeerplaats aan de rand van het bos parkeerden jullie de auto, ik deed hetzelfde. Weet niet wat jullie in de auto allemaal bekokstooft hadden maar toen ik uit de auto stapt greep je mijn stropdas en zei: Kom jij maar eens mee. We liepen een stuk het bos in tot een open plek met een paar picknick tafels. Hier aangekomen begon jij de knoopjes van blouse open te knopen uit te doen en mijn stropdas werd losgeknoopt. Ga eens voor de tafel staan zei je vriendin en buk je. Ik gehoorzaamde maar en deed wat ze zei. Ze duwde me met mijn buik op de tafel en mijn benen werden gespreid. Het hout van de tafel schuurde over mijn inmiddels harde tepels. Ik moest met mijn handen de bankjes aan beide kanten vast houden. Daar stond ik aan de lange kant, zij kwam achter staan en deed mijn riem, de knoop en de rits open en stroopte mijn broek naar beneden. Mijn boxer lieten jullie aan, blijf maar lekker zo staan en geniet hoorde ik je vriendin zeggen. Ze sloeg me met mijn riem zachtjes op mijn billen, een gevoel van pijn en genot schoten door mij heen. Jij was inmiddels naar de andere kant van de tafel gelopen en via de bankjes op deze tafel geklommen. Je ging gespreid voor mij liggen nog met je rokje aan maar zonder slip. Whaw wat een geil gezicht maar je lag te ver weg om maar iets te kunnen doen. Ik strekte mijn hand uit om jou te gaan strelen maar deze werd ruw tegen gehouden door je vriendin: jij bent nog niet aan de beurt zei ze, laat je handen thuis en hou de banken vast. Zij begon jou te strelen en langzaam uit te kleden, ze had inmiddels zelf haar witte jurkje uitgedaan en stond in een witte doorschijnende stringbody naast jou. Ze kuste een van je harde tepels en met ene hand kneep ze de andere tepel. Hmmm het was een heerlijk gezicht twee van die geile vrouwen voor me die met elkaar speelden. Zij bewerkte je hele lichaam met haar tong en jij maakte haar body open en begon haar te vingeren. Wat een kwelling voor mij, ik mocht niets doen en mocht alleen maar kijken naar twee bloedgeile vrouwen. Ik zag aan je bewegingen dat je bijna klaarkwam maar je vriendin stopte met likken en ging achter mij staan. Ze trok mijn boxer uit, die inmiddels erg strak om mijn gezwollen pik zat en spreidde mijn benen weer, jij was inmiddels over tafel in mijn richting gekropen. Jij ging gespreid voor mij liggen en lag met hoofd tussen jou benen bij jou heerlijk natte poesje. Lik me beval jij en je vriendin begon mijn billen en bilspleet te likken en iets kouds erop te smeren. Wat je vriendin deed weet ik niet precies maar opeens voelde ik iets tussen mijn billen, iets hards kunststofachtig, volgens mij had ze een voorbind dildo omgedaan en probeerde deze dildo zachtjes in tussen mijn billen te duwen. Nu lagen we hier, ik jou likkend en geneukt worden door een bloedgeile meid van achteren. Had dit nog nooit zo meegemaakt maar vond het wel heerlijk. Onder het neuken trok jou vriendin mij ook nog af, we voerden het ritme op en ik merkte dat jij, ik en ook zij bijna klaar kwamen. Oh heerlijk riepen we alle drie, Oh wat lekker, toen jij klaarkwam was ik ook niet meer te stoppen en mijn sperma spoot tegen de tafel. Je vriendin kwam reageerde hierop ook met een gekreun en kwam ook klaar

18 October 2026

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Fourteen years! That’s how long I had gone without sex. Fourteen whole years. It sounds almost unbelievable when I say it out loud, but there it was, a huge chunk of my life spent without the touch of another person, without the excitement of being desired, and without that delicious anticipation of wondering what might happen when two people finally found themselves alone together. Somewhere along the way, I had convinced myself that perhaps that part of my life was over. Maybe I had missed my chance. Maybe sex, passion and all those wonderfully distracting feelings belonged to a younger version of me. Then one day, I decided I’d had enough of that nonsense. It was time to get back into the dating world. At first, it was all fairly innocent. A few conversations online, some phone calls, a little flirting here and there. I discovered that I could still enjoy a cheeky comment, that a man’s attention could make me smile at my phone like a teenager, and that the butterflies I thought had long since retired were apparently still very much employed. More importantly, I began to feel something waking up inside me. My confidence returned in little pieces. My curiosity grew, and I found myself thinking about things I hadn’t allowed myself to think about for years. I started to wonder what it would feel like to be touched again, kissed again, and wanted again. Then I met the man who changed everything. I had no idea at the time that he was a professional dom and would eventually introduce me to an entirely different side of myself, or that I would willingly follow him into a world I had been curious about but had never really explored. The world of kink. The Phone Call That Started It All It began with a phone call. His voice wasn’t necessarily the sort that would make me weak at the knees. He didn’t have one of those deep, smooth radio voices that belonged in a late-night advertisement for expensive whisky. But there was something about the way he spoke, the confidence in his words, and the way he seemed to know exactly how to get my attention. It wasn’t just what he said. It was how he said it. He had a way of making a simple instruction feel charged with possibility. He spoke with a quiet authority that caught me off guard, and I found myself listening more intently than I probably should have admitted. Then he told me to touch my breasts. I hesitated for only a moment before following his instructions. My hand moved tentatively at first, as though I were rediscovering something familiar that had somehow become foreign to me. I had spent so many years without another person that even the idea of sharing such an intimate moment over the phone felt strange. But strange didn’t mean unpleasant. Quite the opposite. He encouraged me to take my time, to pay attention to what I was feeling, and to stop thinking so much about what I was supposed to do. That was easier said than done. My mind had a terrible habit of wandering off to analyse everything, even when it would have been far more useful to simply enjoy the moment. His voice brought me back. I found myself smiling at some of his instructions, surprised by how readily I responded to his confidence. There was something exciting about allowing somebody else to take the lead, even in such a small way. I didn’t have to plan the conversation or decide what came next. For once, I could simply listen and experience it. I held my nipples in my fingers, squeezing them hard. My nipples responded immediately and a slow moan left my lips. It reminded me that this is my most erotic zone. As the conversation continued, I became increasingly absorbed in the moment. My embarrassment faded, replaced by curiosity and a growing awareness of just how much I had missed feeling desired. Then came another instruction. Let my tongue roll over y erect, hard, sensitive nipples. I followed it, discovering that I could still surprise myself. I could still be playful. I could still feel that spark of anticipation that makes you forget about the rest of the world for a little while. Who knew? Certainly not the woman who had spent fourteen years believing that part of her life was firmly closed. He encouraged me to move lower, and I reached for my vibrator, laughing softly at myself as I did. There was something wonderfully ridiculous about how quickly an ordinary evening had turned into something I would never have imagined doing a few weeks earlier. And then, just as I was completely caught up in the moment, the call cut out. For a second, I stared at my phone. Seriously? After all that build-up, technology had decided to make an appearance. Apparently, even intimate moments weren’t safe from the usual modern inconveniences. But I was already lost in my own thoughts and feelings, and I continued enjoying my private moment. My phone rang again. Without really thinking, I answered it automatically. What I hadn’t realised was that the call had come through on FaceTime. There are moments in life when your brain simply refuses to cooperate. This was one of them. Suddenly, there he was on my screen, and there I was, caught completely off guard. I honestly couldn’t decide who received the bigger shock. Him, unexpectedly finding himself looking at me in the middle of a very private moment, or me, realising that he could see far more than I had intended him to see. For several seconds, I could barely think. Then the absurdity of the situation began to sink in. Fourteen years without sex, and when I finally started exploring that side of myself again, I managed to turn a phone call into an accidental video encounter. It was hardly the dignified return to dating I might once have imagined. But it was certainly memorable. And, judging by what happened next, it didn’t put him off. Seven Minutes A couple of days later, we arranged to meet at his apartment for dinner. I was excited, nervous and trying very hard to behave as though meeting a man I had already shared such an intimate experience with was a perfectly ordinary thing to do. It wasn’t. There was a different energy between us now. We had already crossed a boundary that most first dates never approached, and I knew there was a mutual curiosity about what might happen when we were finally in the same room. I tried not to overthink it. That, naturally, meant I overthought practically everything. When I arrived, he showed me around his apartment. The city view was beautiful, stretching out beyond the balcony, and I found myself admiring the scenery while trying not to appear too conscious of the man standing beside me. We eventually made our way into his bedroom, where he suggested lying on the bed to enjoy the view from a different angle. I settled down, still taking in the city lights, when he suddenly announced, with unmistakable amusement, that seven minutes had passed. I turned to him, puzzled. “Seven minutes since you got here,” he explained, “and you’re already naked on my bed.” I stared at him for a moment. Then I laughed. There was no denying the truth of it. We had barely begun the evening, and already I had managed to skip several chapters of the traditional dating handbook. But the truth was that I felt comfortable with him. Nervous, certainly, but comfortable too. The anticipation was there, and so was the knowledge that I was doing something I wanted to do. For the first time in fourteen years, I wasn’t wondering whether I would ever experience that kind of closeness again. I was right in the middle of it. And I was ready to enjoy every moment. Rediscovering Touch When he moved closer, the teasing laughter between us gradually softened. He kissed me, and I became acutely aware of how long it had been since I had shared that sort of closeness with another person. There was something almost overwhelming about it, not because I didn’t want it, but because I had forgotten how powerful such a simple thing could feel. A kiss. A touch. The warmth of another body beside mine. I had missed more than sex. I had missed the connection, the anticipation, the feeling of being able to communicate without having to find the perfect words. When he began kissing my breasts, I found myself wanting to tell him what I liked rather than quietly hoping he would guess. “Harder,” I told him. He responded, and a low moan escaped me before I could even think about it. There was no point pretending to be shy about what I wanted. I was a grown woman, and I had spent enough years putting parts of myself aside. If I was going to rediscover this side of my life, I wanted to be honest about what felt good and what I wanted more of. I was surprised by how quickly the nervousness began to disappear. His touch reminded me that intimacy didn’t have to be complicated. It could be playful, exploratory and full of laughter. It could involve speaking up, giving directions and discovering things about yourself that you hadn’t known, or had simply forgotten. I could feel myself relaxing into the experience. For once, I wasn’t worrying about how I looked or whether I was doing everything right. I wasn’t trying to perform some imaginary version of what a woman was supposed to be. I was simply there, enjoying the moment. And that was a wonderful feeling. When his attention moved lower, I realised just how much anticipation had been building between us. I was nervous about how my body would respond after such a long time without sex, but he was patient and attentive, allowing me to settle into the experience rather than rushing ahead. There was a little awkwardness, as there often is when two people are discovering each other. But that only made the experience feel more real. We talked. We laughed. That combination turned out to be far more important than I had expected. Seven Seconds to Heaven Oh how I have missed this. Skin and mouth against each other. I could have exploded just with that. I felt his hand against my clit and exploring my wet, hot pussy. After not having had sex for so long, I was tighter than an unclaimed virgin. He was playing with my clit, one finger in my tight pussy and immediately I was squirting all over his bed. Cumming so hard over and over. I begged him not to stop and he didn’t. He put a finger in my arse and the feeling going down the back of my legs was electrically charged. I couldn’t think, I could only feel. Over and over again I kept cuming. Just went I thought it couldn’t get any better, he got out a wand and placed it against my clit. Holy fucking hell. I came stronger that the previous 5 times. Squirting again before collapsing with exhaustion. I certainly wasn’t prepared for how attentive he would be. He seemed genuinely interested in learning what worked for me, rather than treating the evening as a race to reach a particular destination. Every time I thought I had discovered the limit of what I could comfortably experience, he seemed to find another way to surprise me. I remember laughing and telling myself that his hands could probably solve world peace. It was an outrageous thought, but I am still prepared to stand by it. The man clearly had skills. More than that, he had patience. He paid attention to my reactions and adjusted what he was doing instead of assuming that he knew everything. Before long, I was overwhelmed by sensation and struggling to put my feelings into words. I had forgotten how intense pleasure could be. I had forgotten how completely it could occupy your attention, pushing everything else into the background until there was nothing to think about except the moment itself. I remember asking him not to stop. He didn’t. The experience became increasingly intense, and I found myself reaching a point where thinking seemed almost impossible. There was no room for analysing, worrying or planning what came next. I could only concentrate on what I was feeling and trust myself to communicate when I needed something to change. When the intensity finally eased, I lay there exhausted, astonished and more than a little amused by my own reaction. Fourteen years. Fourteen years of believing that this part of my life might be behind me, and here I was, discovering that my capacity for pleasure and excitement had not disappeared at all. If anything, I was beginning to realise how much there was left to explore. And we weren’t finished discovering things yet. The Wand Just when I thought the evening couldn’t possibly surprise me any further, he introduced another item from his collection. A wand. No wonder they call it magic. The moment it tuned me I let out the loudest moan. He kissed me to muffle the sound and not let it echo through all 10 floors of the building. I was beginning to understand that this was part of what made the experience different. He wasn’t simply introducing new sensations. He was inviting me to discover what I enjoyed, When he began, I quickly discovered that the experience was far more intense than I had anticipated. My reaction took me by surprise. A much stronger orgasm and squirting over his bed. I laughed, gasped and tried to find words to describe what I was feeling, only to discover that words were becoming rather difficult to organise. I had spent so much of my life believing I needed to be in control of everything that it was almost liberating to find myself completely absorbed in the moment. The intensity built, and I reached a point where I could do little more than surrender to the experience while trusting him to pay attention to my responses. When it finally passed, I was utterly exhausted. I sank back against the bed, trying to catch my breath, with a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction that was impossible to hide. I had genuinely not expected my evening to turn out this way. But then, perhaps that was the point. I was discovering that intimacy could be an adventure, that pleasure could take many forms, and that there was no rule saying I had to have everything figured out before I began exploring. For someone who had spent fourteen years away from the world of sex, it was quite an introduction. No Need to Rush One thing worth mentioning is that penetration didn’t happen that night. There was no rush to make it happen, no expectation that we had to follow a particular sequence or reach some predetermined destination. Instead, the evening was about discovering what I enjoyed, becoming comfortable with his touch and allowing me to rediscover my body at my own pace. That mattered to me. After such a long time without sex, I had wondered how I would feel when the moment finally arrived. Would I be nervous? Would I feel awkward? Would I be able to relax? The answer, I discovered, was that I could feel all those things and still enjoy myself. I didn’t have to pretend to be experienced in everything. I didn’t have to hide my questions or act as though I knew exactly what to expect. I could be curious. I could be honest. And I could take my time. There was something reassuring about knowing that the evening didn’t have to end with penetration to be satisfying. We had shared an intimate experience, learned more about each other and opened the door to possibilities that had previously existed only in my imagination. Whatever happened next could happen when we were both ready. For now, that was enough. Dinner Can Wait By this stage, dinner had become little more than a forgotten idea. The evening had taken a very different direction from the one I had imagined when I first arrived at his apartment. Somewhere between the city view, the teasing comments and the discoveries in his bedroom, food had become decidedly unimportant. What mattered now was slowing down. He looked after me, giving me time to recover and making sure I was comfortable. There was a tenderness to that part of the evening that I hadn’t necessarily anticipated, and I appreciated it more than I could easily explain. After all the excitement, it was reassuring to experience that quieter side of intimacy. There was no need to rush away or pretend that nothing significant had happened. We could simply relax, talk and enjoy being together. I began to understand that kink wasn’t just about instructions, anticipation or trying new things. At least for me, it also involved trust, communication, boundaries and the ability to feel safe enough to explore. The attention he gave me afterwards was every bit as important as the excitement that had come before it. I had arrived at his apartment as a woman who was curious about rediscovering sex after fourteen years. I left the evening with a great deal more to think about. And a rather different understanding of what I might enjoy. When I look back on that evening, I still find myself smiling. It wasn’t simply about the physical sensations or the novelty of doing something new. It was about discovering that I hadn’t lost that part of myself. It had been waiting quietly in the background, perhaps a little neglected, but certainly not gone. I could still flirt. I could still laugh at myself. I could still feel nervous anticipation and enjoy being desired. And apparently, I could still surprise myself in ways I would never have predicted. That first phone call had opened a door. The accidental FaceTime moment had provided an unforgettable story. The seven-minute comment had given us something to laugh about, and the evening itself had introduced me to a world of possibilities I was only beginning to understand. I had no idea where the journey would lead. I only knew that I was curious, that I wanted to keep exploring, and that fourteen years was quite long enough to spend wondering what I might be missing. My return to sex hadn’t followed the script I might once have imagined. There had been no perfect romantic setting, no carefully rehearsed seduction and certainly no dignified plan. Instead, there had been laughter, nerves, unexpected discoveries and a man who seemed determined to show me that pleasure could be about far more than simply getting from one point to another. And the best part? I was only just getting started. This was right on 12 months ago. Time was needed to prepare me to extend the size of my pussy to be able to have sex. But boy was tethered a lot of fun in getting that done.

18 October 2026

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I went over to a friends place for lunch and to leave my car there for them to use tomorrow for the husband Mike to get to work and as I am retired. I take there cars to be serviced and we were sitting around talking about one thing and another and Mike came straight out and asked me how’s my sex life going Is going I said I can always do with more as the one you don’t have is the one that you can never catch up and Mike said can he asked me something personal and said I see you looking at his wife's boobs and were they a turn me on of course they are I like a big set of boobs what guy doesn’t and would I be interested in having a 3 some with them and before I could answer and say anything Toni got up and started to walk away and then turned around and lifted her dress up to reveal her naked body and the hairy pussy I have ever seen and she came over and said well you can see me naked now it’s my turn to show her what I have who was I to say no to and I stood up and put on a strip show and she grabbed my man hood and said let’s go to the bedroom and I looked around to see Mike underdressing his self and we got to the bedroom and she pushed me down on the bed and started sucking me I had to stop her as I was ready to blow Mike was in the bathroom by this time and was sitting on a bedside chair and had his man hood in his hand and it was huge a good 10 to 12 inches and thick I thought mine was thick but I had nothing on his anyway she said it was my turn to suck on her pussy and nibble on her clit I had never tasted a pussy. That's wasn’t hair less before but she was different and gee she tasted great my tongue was working over time and it didn’t take long before she gave me a taste of her juices and she went down between my legs and started sucking o my man hood and slipped a couple of fingers in my hole and was fucking me like no tomorrow and I had to tell her to stop as I wanted my load to go inside her and she jumped on my man hood and road me like no tomorrow and was facing me and as she had E size boobs I could reach and play with them an suck on her large pointing nipples and she call Mike over and started to give home a blow job and what a site it was and next thing she said fill me with your cum and next thing she said she was coming I and I no sooner felt her juices and I unloaded in side her and then Mike gave her his load we went and had a shower together as there shower is big enough for 4 people and anyway they said when I swap cars over tomorrow would I like to stay for tea I said depends on what tea is if it’s what I just had as main course yes please so hopefully it will but they both said would I like to go away with them next week to there weekend cottage and yes I would love that and she said on one condition and that was she wanted to watch us guys wank each other and if she liked what see seen she would let us play with her

18 October 2026

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I was in my early thirties. Tall and very fit. Long hair and ripped body. Tarzan so to speak. I was moving into a small unit in inner city Sydney and found an ad for a second hand bar fridge not far from my new place. I wrote and organised to pick it up. She was nice over the phone and two blocks away. I arrived and found the tiniest little Asian goddess ever. She asked me if I had someone to help me carry it down the stairs and when I said I’d handle it she was like wow, you are strong. Well as I bend down to pick it up I felt her hand against my backside. I dropped it immediately. I was taken back by her brazen expression. She said are you strong enough to pick me up to which I just bent down and heaved her over my shoulder. She then pointed to her bedroom. Damn. What followed next was hours of exploring her warmth from her ankles to her thighs. She dropped an ambrosia over my lips as I explored her tight sexy body. We indulged in some gymnasts style sex that had me thinking seriously about taking it up as a sport I especially loved her eye contact as she devoured me and smiled. Her tongue flicking and sliding up and down my shaft and then she climbed back on and rode me for a little while again and again It ended with a stream of my hot stickiness against her neck and chin. I cleaned up and pick up the bar fridge and we parted Needless to say I made a few weekly visits to her apartment until she need to fly back home.

18 October 2026

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When we caught up with the couple, I don’t think I realised just how exciting the night was going to become. There was something about being together, the chemistry between us, and the way the atmosphere slowly changed that made the whole experience feel different. Before long, the four of us were sharing a moment that was intimate, exciting and a little outside the ordinary. The girl and I were both giving my husband attention, and I could see just how much he was enjoying himself. Seeing him so relaxed, happy and completely caught up in the moment made the experience even more exciting for me. I am such a giver and knowing my husband was taking it all in made me just so wet. It wasn’t just about what was happening, it was about sharing something so intimate with another woman while being there with my husband. There was a real sense of trust, excitement and spontaneity that made the memory stick with me still to this day it’s like it happened yesterday but was a few years back now. Looking back, it was one of those experiences that was hard to put into words, but definitely not something I forgot in a hurry.

13 October 2026

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“I’ll be there in an hour,” the voice on the phone said. “I want you showered, lying on your bed with a blindfold on and playing with yourself. Leave your front door unlocked, and I’ll call when I park so you know I’m there and you’re ready.” A first for me, and the thought alone had my pussy wet. I went into the bedroom and spread the sex blanket over my bed. Then I got my toys ready, making sure the small table beside the bed had everything laid out and within reach ready to see what he could chose from. The bullet, vibrator, wand, nipple clamps, finger plug, satin gloves, candles, lube, hoods, paddle, tickler and whip. Everything was lined up and ready. After my shower, I slipped into my satin robe and waited, nervous excitement building with every passing minute. Then my phone buzzed. I’m nearly there. Be five minutes. I raced into the bedroom, throwing off my robe, lay back on the bed, slipped on the blindfold and started running the wand over my clit. Immediately my level of wanting this skyrocketed. It wasn’t long before I heard the front door open and close. For a moment, my thoughts ran wild. What if it wasn’t him? What if he’d brought someone else with him? But those thoughts didn’t last long. Soon, I was lost in the sensations, soft moans escaping my lips as familiar feelings began to build deep inside me. I could feel just how wet I was, my moans growing louder as the anticipation took over. I thought I was going to lose myself completely when I felt the gentle touch of his hands caressing my body. Slowly, they moved over my legs, up my arms and across my stomach. His mouth over my breast, taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking hard just how I like it before flicking his tongue over my hard, erect nipples. At that point I nearly came. Sensual touch one of my weaknesses. A quiver ran through me as I waited, every nerve seemingly heightened by the anticipation of what would come next. I felt the bed shift as he repositioned himself beside me. His touch was unhurried, teasing my senses and leaving me eager for more. Without my sight, every other sensation seemed amplified. The sound of his breathing, the warmth of his body, the brush of his hands against my skin and the familiar scent of him all combined to make the experience feel more intense. I was completely immersed in the moment, with no desire for it to end. As the anticipation continued to build, I found myself surrendering to the sensations, allowing myself to enjoy the experience without knowing exactly what he would do next. I could feel how wet I was, the moans becoming louder. A quiver ran through me in anticipation. I felt the bed move as he put in a finger in me and gathering some of that heavenly delight. Then running his finger over my lips I opened my mouth to taste and experience what others had told me tasted great. My tongue raking off every bit of that sweet, sweet nectar. Every sense was enhanced without sight. Breathless sounds, moans, touch and scent. All affecting me in ways I didn’t want to stop. As his finger exited my mouth it was replaced by his throbbing penis. I took in his head running my tongue over his eye tasting his pre cum. Nice but not as sweet as me. As I took more of him my tongue rolled and played with his shaft. Sucking, playing, licking and taking more more of him in. I held his balls rolling them around in my hands, it’s amazing how you don’t need sight, that you just know where to move to. I could feel him getting as excited as I was until he couldn’t wait any longer and started fucking my mouth. First it was slower but soon built to become quicker, deeper and to the point I thought I was going to choke. Then the thrusts, you know the one that pound in you with every explosion cuming from him. And I swallowed it all. He took the wand that was still in my hand beside me, vibrating away. He held it to my clit as my first orgasm erupted. Next it was in me “oh my fucking god, don’t stop” I cried out. That big round head touching all of me. Again that tightening within that has you lifting and grinding your hips. My legs feeling like they were going to collapse as the lifted my hips higher. Next he was in me, my legs over his shoulders. Bringing on my next orgasm. My words and moans becoming one. “Oh god I’m cuming” as I felt him pound in me and at that moment of bliss feeling as if I was that wet that it was a swimming pool. He came after me as i was still having pulsating for the next minutes. When the intensity finally began to settle, I became aware of him lying beside me. He drew me into his arms, holding me close as we caught our breath. Eventually, I reached up and removed the blindfold. I turned towards him, smiled and finally said hello.

12 October 2026

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We met for drinks. This man very much a gentleman. The chemistry instant. The kiss before sitting, electric, Euphoric, legs weakening. Looked me straight in the eye, wow bella. No drink needed. Handed me a key, go, lay naked on yr stomach,the mask on and wait for me. Oh and leave yr stockings and heels on. He enter the room, I felt his breath on my ear. Gentle kisses on my neck, soft bites, slowly kissing down my back, opening my legs kissing around my cunt his tongue playing with my clit. Sucking the juices out of me. Stopping to tell me I'm delicious. He worked his way back up to my neck, kissing, nibbling with more intensity now. He moved off me, smacked my arse and said turn over Bella. Took the mask off. Took hold of my hands and sat me up. In front of my face was a thick, hard veiny cock. I leant forward slightly and ran my tongue along the veins and around the tip before taking it in my mouth, sucking playing with my tongue. He moaned, pulled out and said not yet Bella. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me onto his lap. He lifted me up and slowly entered my dripping wet pussy. He pulled me to him kissing and biting my neck then lips, exploring each other's mouths and tongues, becoming more intense. He grabbed my hair and arched my head back, kissing, biting my neck, roughly now. Pulling my head back towards him, kissing me, now harder, more intense and passionate. I lean into him my hard nipples against his hard chest, running my nails down his back, over his shoulders, down his chest. He does the same to me. He smacks my ass, lifts me off him and tells me to kneel on the bed. He roughly enters me. He pounds into me. Me screaming for him to fuck me hard and let me feel him explode inside me. He pumps hard, holding onto my shoulders. He screams and I feel him explode inside me at the same time as I do, cum gushing from my cunt mixed with his. We collapse on the bed, he pulls me into his arms and we kiss. We woke the next morning, more sex and made plans to meet again. They aren't called Italian stallions for nothing.

12 October 2026

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It started with a cheeky smile across the table. She had that mischievous sparkle in her eyes, the kind that promised an evening neither of us would forget. Dinner turned into laughter, playful teasing and conversations that grew increasingly flirtatious. Every glance lasted a little longer. Every accidental touch felt a little less accidental. She leaned closer and whispered, “Are you always this charming, or am I just lucky?” I smiled. “Perhaps you bring out my adventurous side.” After dinner, we wandered through the city, enjoying the cool evening breeze. Her hand brushed against mine, and this time neither of us pulled away. Under the city lights, she stopped, looked into my eyes and smiled. I gently drew her closer, and our first kiss was slow, warm and wonderfully unexpected. “Well,” she whispered, “that was worth waiting for.” The chemistry was undeniable, but neither of us wanted to rush. We found a quiet rooftop lounge, shared another drink and talked about everything from spontaneous adventures to our secret dreams. As midnight approached, she rested her head against my shoulder. “So,” she asked playfully, “what happens next?” I kissed her forehead and replied, “That depends. Are you ready for another adventure?” Her smile gave me my answer. Sometimes the best connections begin without expectations, just attraction, laughter and two people willing to explore life’s possibilities together.

10 October 2026

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While the below is fiction, it is from online play I do with someone in Germany M36. I have an office in your building, and one afternoon I ask you to come upstairs to see me. I watch as you step out of the elevator. “Come in,” I say. He walks into the office, looking slightly surprised. “You wanted to see me?” he asks, unable to hide the pleasure he feels at every opportunity to secretly admire me. I roll my chair to the side of the desk and look at him. The atmosphere between us changes immediately. There is an unmistakable tension in the room, and neither of us needs to say exactly what we’re thinking. I ask him a question in such a quiet voice that he has to come closer. “Sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.” I repeat myself even more quietly. He steps closer, and I reach out, my hand slowly moving over him. I can feel his erection even though I keep my expression deliberately composed. “Take your pants off,” I order. He looks around. The floor is empty, and the lights of the city glow through the glass walls of the office. He hesitates for only a moment before doing as I command. I reach for him and pull him closer, my eyes fixed on his. Then there is a sudden sound outside. I freeze. “Wait.” I hear movement in the hallway and quickly motion for him to get beneath my desk. I move my chair back into position, trying to look completely composed. My accountant. I had completely forgotten about the meeting I had arranged. He walks into the office and sits down. Beneath the desk, you remain perfectly still. I can feel the tension in the room as I try to concentrate on the conversation, pretending that nothing unusual is happening. Then I feel your hand move against my leg. I take a slow breath, trying desperately to remain composed. Your touch becomes more deliberate, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from making a sound as you brush your fingers across my clit A low moan escapes me anyway. The accountant pauses. “Are you okay?” “Yes, oh god yes” I manage to say, although my voice is breathy and not composed.. Beneath the desk, you continue teasing me, and every attempt I make to concentrate becomes harder. My breathing changes. I shift slightly in my chair, trying to hide the effect you’re having on me. You put your mouth on my clit at the same time removing my shoes and stockings. Your mouth stars to lick my foot. I can’t help, I slide to the chairs edge as ecstasy, hits. I can’t help it as I sing out as I orgasm and squirt. Your mouth is quickly there can Ching as much as you can. I glance down briefly, trying to hide my expression, but the look in your eyes tells me you know you’ve succeeded in making me lose my composure. I press my lips together as another involuntary sound escapes me. “Are you sure you’re all right?” the accountant asks. “Oh God, yes,” I breathe, barely managing to keep my voice steady. The tension becomes almost unbearable. Then the accountant finally notices something is wrong. His expression changes as he looks beneath the desk. For a moment, nobody moves. The surprise on his face slowly gives way to a knowing smile. He looks at me. Then at you. Then back at me. I can feel the heat rising in my face, but instead of stopping what is happening, I simply hold his gaze. You remain beneath the desk, completely absorbed in the moment, while I struggle to maintain my composure. The accountant watches quietly, a faint smile still playing across his face. Finally, he stands. Before leaving, he pauses beside the desk. “Keep enjoying yourself,” he whispers. “You’ll be mine another day.” His words send another shiver through me. He straightens and returns to his chair, leaving the secret between the three of us hanging in the air. You remain beneath the desk, and I can feel your presence even after the accountant has turned away. The accountant eventually gathers his things and stands. Before leaving, he pauses beside the desk. “Just remember,” he whispers, “every time I walk into this office, this is the position I’ll remember you in.” Then he walks away. The door closes. For several seconds, neither of us speaks. The office is silent again, except for the distant sounds of the city outside the glass walls. I look down at you. And smile, sliding down onto the floor beside you. I take you in my mouth, my tongue playing with the eye of your throbbing cock, then as I take the rest of you in my mouth, my tongues rolls and play down your shaft, sucking so hard you think I will just suck you all in right down my throat. Your moans are encouraging me to take your balls in my mouth while fingering your arse. I can feel your stomach tightening as you try to hold back, but it is now my turn to taste you. While taking you back in my mouth, I shove my fingers hard into you. And as I thrust harder and faster, I feel you blow into me. You taste so sweet and so much of it that I can’t get enough. You grab my tits, squeezing my nipples and twisting them gently. Your face is back eating my pussy. Sucking on my clit and driving me crazy. My moans are louder and louder. I beg you to fuck me. You put me in doggy position and enter from behind. I moan in satisfaction at feeling you. You start by moving slowly, gently pulling my hair as you start to move quicker and deeper. I’m starting to climb to the heights of sub space. Unable to hear what you’re saying or conscious of what’s happening. I’m on another plane. One of orgasms and bliss, with the feeling of a slight headache that can accompany it sometimes. I collapsed on the ground. Unable to move or think but after a while I can feel your arms around me, holding me while I come back. With both of us sated, I ask you to come to my home. I’ve watched you enough to know that while you loved this afternoon, your real kink is being a bitch and being used and degraded. I stand rolling down my skirt but out of the corner of my eye, I can see you watching the cum drip down my legs. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ We arrive at my home. “Can you give me 5 minutes to prepare?” I ask. You nod your head in anticipation. I tell you to come in at the end of 5 minutes and make your way to my bedroom. Waiting outside in anticipation, lusting to feel my body again as he expects to come in and find me in a sexy outfit ready to pleasure him more. I hear you come in and tell you to follow the trail of candles to my room. You enter my room letting your eyes adjust a smile on your face. But it soon leaves when you see me laying on the bed. You can smell the scent of our cum, but where you were expecting to clean me up with your mouth, my bed is covered in young men. The accountant tasting our juices and turning to smile at you. You watch as their hands all over me groping with excitement. All of them turn laughing at you. There is someone in every hole soon and they look at you to provide the two on you for their pleasure. One grabs you and rips your shirt open, while another removes your pants making sure your cock lands in his mouth as he kneels before you Almost in shock at the shift in the room you automatically begin to suck his big cock deep while you watch as I get my holes stuffed. I in turn watch you gag on his cock and spit all over it. Take it I yell at you after I remove the cock I’m sucking. I notice that the harsh tone in my voice turns you on as you watch me suck it harder, making more of a mess while you join everyone in laughing at me. Knowing my effect on you makes me feel more powerful. I tell the men to tie you to my cross. I yell at you to stop resisting and stand against it still while they tie you to it. I look at you in your bare glory, your cock out strong and proud. I walk over with my crop. I slide it up inbetween your legs slowly. Then you feel a flick just on the tip of your cock. That removed the happy glint in your eyes. I nod and the first man comes over taking your cock in his mouth. The next moves to your left nipple and the third nod sends another to your right nipple.the last man moves over and behind the cross, caressing and then fingering you anally You begin to moan loud - as his finger slides up your ass your knees buckle at the excitement. Watching as I command the room turns you on so much as I see how much you want to please me - taking the stroke of the crop with ease… One tells me “you were right - this is a good bitch to completely destroy and degrade“ he smiles as he spits in your face. The one behind you removes his finger and rams his cock into you. He pumps one and you think he is already cuming but he is pissing into your arse, laughing at you while he does. His massive cock stretches your arse wide open as you scream in pain and pleasure, feeling him fill you up as I laugh more… His cock feels huge. 13 inches in length and 6.5inches around. I put my nipple clamps on you, tightening them as tight as I can. I can see by your face that you don’t know which pain is worse, being impaled by cock or me pulling on the chain attached to your nipple clamps. Your face is marked with a painful expression as you continue to take it - seeing how i enjoy being in total control is what motivates you as the guy behind you starts to thrust his cock up your arse harder and harder … The guy in front of you taking your balls and stretching them. Pulling them down with force Seeing your determination I want to tease you with pleasure and pain to see if they work with each other. I put a vibration cock ring around your cock and balls. I see you enjoy that but the bull behind you slams even further into you at the same time. One of the guy hands me a marker “you should mark him with what he is“ he says. “Lets wreck this dumb fag“ you hear one of them say You cant help but to moan loud. I come over and write bitch on your chest. I yank the chain which send pain running through your nipples. Laughing I see your cock hard. The cock ring still vibrating, I bend and wrap my tits around your cock. Fucking you with them but yelling at you not to come At the same time one grabs the pen and writes „fag“ on your forehead … Another draws an arrow on your cheek to your mouth „cum here. As they finish writing they untie you letting you slide down on top of two of them . One is sitting and his cock slides into you. The other moves with his legs spread apart and also puts his cock in I tell another to clean you u with his mouth. As you feel your arse getting stretched by two cocks at the same time you cant help but moan and scream loud … as my mouth opens, one shoves his cock in deep With you cleaned up, I sit over you taking your cock in me. All of us moving and moaning in pleasure. I demand everyone wait to cum with me. Hands start to roam, thrusts are pumped into you so it feels confusing to you. Is it in or out you wonder until they move in unison. You can’t thrust into me but that’s okay I ride you, clenching my pussy so it pulls you while I rise. You never knew a pussy could tighten and pull so much. Another man is rubbing my clit You moan onto the cock that is gagging you as my pussy slides down your cock again and again, making it hard not to cum… You are in a trance of ecstasy as you feel my true power. I push the man in your mouth away and yell now as I jump up and place my pussy over your mouth as I squirt and cum. You eagerly are drinking it in. The men in you thrust hard and fast as they cum with the man I pushed away sucking your cum into his mouth. You feel like a dumpster for all of it as you get filled and stuffed everywhere. Juices landing all over you without stopping. As we al roll off each other I notice that while you are still in that sub space glow that you are bleeding from your arse. I see the scratches and bites from everyone over you. I tell the men to place you on the bed and go. It’s time for me to give you some aftercare my sweet faggot. I hold you but yell at you for being so weak and letting us use you. Why are you so gutless owning it like a little bitch. You tell me what you are thinking. “Mhhhmmm fuck that is so hot - still feeling cum all over me because i am worthless“ and you press your face between my big tits. Get out I yell. Keep your filthy hands off me. Go have a shower and clean yourself up I yell Instead of obedience you risk it all when you suddenly grab my legs and shove your face back into my pussy, sliding your tongue between my lips, nibbling on my clit. In a moment of clarity you stop and quickly head to the shower only to return dressed like a proper sissy whore… I hand you my wand. I tell you to use it on my clit but demand you do not get excited Dressed in your skirt, stockings, thong and top you place the wand perfectly on my clit I moan louder than earlier. Each movement making me moan louder and louder. I arch up, before yelling out that I’m cuming And as I collapse fully satisfied and exhausted. I tell you to close and lock the door as I’m in my dream like state instead of leaving, you remained inside… watching me lay there as you slide your panties to the side and stroke your cock to the view of me laying there. Go I demand and I roll over. You grab a huge dildo from my shelf. “Are you sure you want me to go” you ask. I yell at you to fuck off. I listen to you walk to the front door and leave, a small smile on my face knowing you just had hours f fun with what turns you on.

9 October 2026

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As a couple with an open relationship of 3 years, we are always open to fun and changing things up. Anything in our area needs to be discrete within a residence. After our workout session at LifeTime, we headed home for a shower and fresh juice I make each day. We arrived home pulling into the shared driveway between our home and the next door neighbour. As we did, the neighbour was shooting basketball hoops in his fitness gear. We stopped and chatted briefly, then I offered a fresh juice at our house. We often would be at one and others places having coffee or juice smoothies. His wife was often with us. He took the invite and came in to sit down at the kitchen table in the main living room with the kitchen and sofa lounge area. The table being round and glass used for breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and started making the smoothy. They sat at table and continued conversation. As they were sitting, she noticed through the table, his cock was hanging out his shorts left leg. She looked at me and motioned with her head toward the table. I moved sideways to see what she was looking at and saw it too. He was casually letting it hang there. He looked and me and grinned then at her as he realised we finally saw it both. I said to him "You need to let it out to breath?". He looked at her and she nodded slowly at him with a smile. He stood up and lowered his shorts to where they dropped to the floor. As he did she moved around to the chair next to him and sat down. I said "go ahead". With that she lifted his cock up and started playing with it. It was without doubt either side of 10" and thick. Yes we have pics we can send to those who DMs me. As it grew longer and harder, she tried to put it in her mouth, but it would only fit about half his head in. While she sucked on the head and kept massaging with her hands the length, he was moaning lightly. After a few minutes, he grabbed her hand and lifted her to stand up. He turned her toward the sofa and pulled down her lycra gym pants and g-string. Then he bent her over the back of the leather sofa and pushed her feet sideways with his feet. He grabbed his cock and started rubbing it on her vagina. She was already very wet. Then he started to push his head inside her, slowly while continuing to move it to get wet. He attempted twice to push it in, but she yelled out slow down. On the third time, it pushed past and went into her cervix, she called out and moaned. He then slowly kept pushing in and drawing out half a dozen more times. The more he done it the more she moaned. Then he sped up and started to aggressively fuck her. I walked around from kitchen to stand beside them so I could get a better look how much was going in. He was fucking hard with half of its length. Suddenly, she yells out "Im going to cum". With that she started shaking and then let out a loud yell like I've never heard before. She does orgasm, but not like that. She was breathing heavy and moaning trying to recover. He turned to me and said "she's mine now, I own her". I laughed as I thought he meant because he was fucking here then and now. As she settled he sped up again and pushed all the way in. When he finally had it fully in, she tensed up and screamed again. Another orgasm within minutes. He kept going until he started to moan and then let out a loud moan with every deep breath exhaled. He kept pushing with hard fast thrusts inside her as he was cumming. She was moaning with him. It was unlike anything I had seen before even, though we have had other large men and young guys before. He pulled back and out of her, at that point a massive amount of cum poured out of her. It was dropping in a large pool on the floor. He stood there laughing and then said to her "you won't forget that anytime soon". Then turned to me and said "I'm finished with her if you want to follow on". She was exhausted and hanging over the sofa. I walked to her and helped her stand up and walk to sit at the table seat again. She collapsed into the chair and laid backward with large grasps of air. He put his shorts back on and then said "how about the smoothy". I said sure and walked to hand him what I had made. I placed one on the table for her. He drank the smoothy quickly, then said "I have to get back home. Let's do this again". We said good bye and he left through the garage collecting his shoes. As we sat at the table, she had this huge smile on her face. I asked if she was ok, with that she replied "absolutely, I need more of that". She then said, "I'm glad he is next door". I then realised what his comment was. Clearly it has happened numerous time to him where women want to keep taking it from him. I said "Lets get you upstairs. Have a shower and change. Maybe take rest in bed." I helped her up the stairs and into the bedroom. She stopped and sat on the side of the bed. There was still drips of his cum dropping out of her as she walked. I said to her "I'll get the shower going, then help you in". As I did she laid back on the bed with legs over the side. As I walked back, I could she he vagina and the clear and white cum. I thought why not. I dropped my shorts and walked over to put my cock in her. She was sore and said "be gentle". I slowed down and opened her lips to put my cock inside. As I pushed it in, it was so loose and wet, I went straight in full length. She was just lying there as I started fucking her. She barely moved or made any noise. Not like her at all. After a few minutes, she asked "Are you nearly done?'. I grunted yes. Within a few more minutes, I moaned and came inside her. Once I'd cum I stood back up and looked at her. She was exhausted. I grabbed her hand and helped her up into the shower. We spent the next 10 minutes with me washing her and I. We finished and dried off. She went back to the bed and laid down. I went down to get the smoothies. As I returned, she said to me "I need him more. Hopefully tomorrow". I replied "ok, sure". The next morning, I went to see him over coffee. We chatted about the usual things. Both knowing the elephant in the room. Then he said "how is she?". I said she sleep extremely well. But there is something she asked to me speak to you about. He replied "what is that?" with a puzzled look. I said there is a proposition for you. She wants you more often. So you are welcome to come over anytime you want and fuck her. It needs to be discrete so her kids and family don't suspect anything. He said I need it to be discrete too as I don't need my wife knowing and causing chaos in my life. Then he smiled at me and said "I told you I owned her now". I semi laughed and then stood up. Said good bye and left. From then on, and still now, he would come over and grab her and take her to what ever was nearest and fuck her. A few weeks later, he saw us come home, as we parked the car in the garage and went to walk inside, he appeared in the garage. He already had his cock out and hard. He took her by the arm and bent her over the trunk of the Mercedes. He lifted her pink short dress and tore her gstring off. Then shoved his cock in her and fucked her hard. I stood there and watched as he literally fucked her like a dog. She once again came multiple times. I walked into the house to drop the bags off on the bench. As I did, I heard him moan and cum in her. By the time I walked back to the garage, he had pulled up his pants, and walked out. She was left laying over the trunk dripping from him. I helped her inside and said "Are you ok? That was a bit much, I think I need to speak with him". She said "No, that was amazing. He has been doing that a couple of time when I come home in the car." She continued "I told him to use me whenever he wants however he wants". I replied "Yeh, but that was rough and out of no where". She said "I like it, so don't say anything". We went into side to make lunch. As she was making food his cum was still dripping out of her all on the floor. I grabbed a paper towel and cleaned the floor and her inner legs. She kept making food like as if that is what I should be doing. It's been fun watching and sometimes her WhatsApp video calling me to watch when I am out of town on business. Fortunately there is nothing weird between all of us. He is cheeky some days, and says "how's my girl" when we are talking outside. Simple reply is "ready when you are". We always laugh. Happy stretching days for all!

5 October 2026

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It always starts with the message, I always know what the message will say but it still gives me that flutter of butterflies as I know that upon accepting his offer I know what a treat I'm in for. I smile and try not to message back straight away, but who am I kidding, of course I read the message, smile, think about how he makes my body feel and reply back straight away just like the needy slut I am. This man is like nothing I've experienced before, the way my body reacts to him, I'm an absolute goner, putty in his hands. I always bring my good vibes along and enjoy our sexual banter, he's such a tease and I bloody love it, my panties are always wet through before things have started. I have to remember to be patient and enjoy the company as well, which I do as we have have great conversations about anything and everything. but my trattorias mind can only think about his cock in my mouth and how full his cock makes me feel. He welcomes me in the door, always in a towel fresh out the shower, and yes he easy on the eyes, I struggle with the sexual attraction I have for him as he makes me very hungry for him, I do wonder if he knows this and like to tease me. We chat as always and all I can think about is his cock entering me, and how it makes me feel the anticipation knowing how he delivers that wonderful cock up into me, stay focused, stay focused ,I try telling myself but i'm only human with a hot blooded man next to me, so I think i'm excused. We have a couple of drinks and flirt with each other, making the sexual tension thick in the air, which we both love as this adds to the moment, and the knowing of what's to come He's real smooth and intelligent and oozes charisma it actually drips of this man. The flirting and tension continues as does my dripping wet panties, but we love the dance of the game we have going on. It is always me that breaks first, as I approach this sexy man i'm well aware of how turned on I am and I take a few deep breaths and take his hand and lead him into the bedroom, with a quick look over my shoulder at him with a smirk just for him, he can see in my eyes how animalistic I'm feeling and ready to be let out my cage. This incredible sexy man of a man I have for the next few hours sends a thrill of utter excitement through me. We definitely FUCK and dirty fucking is what we do best, I love how he makes me feel like that dirty little slut that's his to play with, total turn on knowing I can let loose and be free of any judgement in fact the dirtier I am with him, the more he loves it, I'm such a good girl for him, I play the part well and get right into the rhythm of becoming everything he want me to be. His cock enters me and I always gasp in bliss, his cock makes me feel so full, and I always let him know how much i love this and encourage him along with me to be that dirty boss of me. I tell him I'm ready for him to do everything he wants to me, with no limits my body is his during this time, and His cock is mine! He is so very creative with sexual positions and I'm here for it all, I tell you this guy only has to touch me and i'm ready to blow my load and often soak his cock because of this and love every moment of the feeling of his cock thrusting in me while i'm gushing every where, the feeling is like nothing I can relate it to, its just HOT, SEXY, DIRTY and so much more. He treats me like his little whore but at the same time I never feel degraded by him, the feeling knowing I'm pleasing him is rather a sexy feeling and only makes me more addicted to him and males me want nothing more thank his hard throbbing cock deep inside my welcoming pussy. He's hard and fast, but then soft and slow and always in between, he fucks me for hours, the stamina on this man is like nothing else and I love it, do I go home completely spent? Yes. but would I change a thing? Absolutely never... How or why would you change someone who's rather perfect and can make you feel things you've never felt before, yeah nah even if it takes seven days to fully recover from his throbbing hard cock. We have so much sexy fun, and love everything he gives me, but what I love from him is to watch him when we do mutual masturbation, the way he strokes his cock is one of the most sexiest things I have seen, I watch him closely as enjoy seeing the pleasure he gets, I love to add on to his own pleasure and situate myself in a position to where I can take him fully in my mouth, I love to overwhelm his cock. I always take him deep in my mouth while i have my hand on his balls gently massaging them while I ride his cock with my mouth, I actually make love to his cock I enjoy it so much, especially being balls deep. I also really enjoy hearing the changes in his breathing when I take his entire manhood deep down my throat. He is also really great at edging himself which is great as it give me a longer time with my mouth wrapped around that delicious cock of his. Over the time we have spent fucking coming up for air a few times this man has absolutely spoiled me sexually, and he is so very attentive, gotta love that right? He always makes me cum multiple times and my body always betrays me as god damn it he even makes my body shake. I can't even lie and tell him yeah it was an ok session when he knows just how he has made me feel, it's so annoying! I have to stop always vocalising how good he feels and how much I love his cock buried deep in me, yes it's true but let's face it i'm a goner for this guy, he ruins me every time I see him. It also takes me a few days to recover as my pussy takes a wonderful thrashing. The good bye is not nice for me as I want to be with this man forever, keep him, and not share him haha but i'm a grown woman who knew the rules as they were set out from day one and in all honesty I'm ok with this, he just to adorable to leave at the door. So our hug and kiss goodbye is always filled with a thank you for a great night had by both. I'm a very lucky woman to have this sexy man in my life, and will continue to have the teenage excitement it brings when I see that knowing message from him. to come play...

3 October 2026

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