Je stuurt mij een tijd en locatie door. Prima, denk ik, even snel een mondje vol zaad halen. Niets bijzonders, gewoon een snelle ontmoeting. Ik ben precies op tijd, zoals altijd. Mijn hart klopt al wat sneller terwijl ik de auto parkeer. Mijn kutje is al nat bij de gedachte aan wat komen gaat. Ik verwacht dat je gewoon naar de parkeergarage komt, maar dan komt je berichtje. "Wacht in de hal." In de hal? Ik lees het nog een keer. Mijn adem stokt. Wat ben je van plan? Een mengeling van nieuwsgierigheid en opwinding kruipt door mijn lijf terwijl ik naar binnen loop en plaatsneem in de zakelijke hal van het kantoorgebouw. Gelukkig heb ik me toch nog een soort van normaal aangekleed. Mensen lopen voorbij met koffiebekers en laptoptassen, druk met hun eigen dag. Ze hebben geen idee dat ik hier zit te wachten om gebruikt te worden als een vieze hoer. Mijn tepels zijn al hard onder mijn shirtje, maar niemand kan dat zien. Je komt het poortje door en geeft me netjes een hand. Lekker zakelijk. Je oogt zo onschuldig, gewoon normaal. Ze moesten eens weten wat er zo meteen gaat gebeuren. We stappen de lift in en ik voel de spanning en m’n kutje steeds natter worden. Verdieping 19. Lege kantoren, het ruikt er een beetje muf en ongebruikt. Door de grote ramen zie ik de hele stad, een rivier die traag voorbijglijdt, wat auto’s en mensen, maar voordat ik lekker van het uitzicht kan genieten zeg je: "Op je knieën. Nu." Je grijpt me hardhandig bij mijn haar en duwt me naar de grond. Je hebt je pik al door je gulp gestoken; hij is al hard, dik en klaar voor gebruik. Je hebt jezelf vast de hele dag zitten opgeilen over wat je van plan bent om met mijn kutje, mondje en kontje te doen. Ik neem m meteen gulzig in mijn mond. Híer kom ik voor. Ik zuig er hongerig aan, probeer hem zo diep mogelijk in mijn keel te krijgen. Ik wil je zaad. Al je zaad. Tot de laatste druppel. Tranen stromen over mijn wangen terwijl ik hem diep in mijn keel neem, kokhalsend, kwijlend. Precies zoals je het wilt. En ik geniet. Ik geniet van het stikkende effect. Maar jij hebt andere plannen. "Opstaan." Je trekt me ruw aan mijn haar omhoog, draait me om en drukt mijn gezicht hard tegen de harde muur. "Spreid je billen." Je duwt je keiharde pik zonder waarschuwing in mijn strakke reetje. Zonder glijmiddel, met alleen een beetje speeksel en het vocht dat van mijn kutje komt. Ik kreun het uit terwijl je ruw mijn kontje begint te neuken. Ik voel mijn hele lichaam reageren, trillen, gloeien, en het enige wat überhaupt nog mijn keuze is, zodat de mensen onder ons niet mijn gekrijs en gemauw horen, is volledig overgeven. Het gewoon accepteren dat hij mijn kontje neukt zoals hij dat wil en ik daar maar weinig, of eigenlijk niets, over heb te zeggen. Ik weet wat ik ben. Een anaal sletje dat zelfs op zijn werk beschikbaar is om geneukt en gebruikt te worden zoals hij dat wil. Altijd. Overal. Je geeft een harde ruk aan mijn haar, waardoor ik rechtop kom te staan met mijn hoofd naar achteren, mijn rug hol. Je andere hand glijdt naar voren en knijpt hard in mijn tepel. Ik hap naar adem. "Van wie is dit kontje?" "Van jou, Meneer." "Op je knieën. Kont omhoog." Je zakt achter me en duwt eerst twee vingers in mijn ass. Toen drie. Toen vier. Het voelt zo ongelofelijk intens dat ik niet eens doorheb dat je je hele vuist meedogenloos naar binnen perst. Het vult me helemaal, het is zó fucking vol. "Voel je dat? Helemaal vol." Ik kan alleen maar kreunen. Je begint meteen keihard en snel te stoten. Geen genade, geen pauze. Je vuist ramt diep naar binnen en trekt bijna helemaal terug, telkens weer. Mijn benen trillen ongecontroleerd. Ik moet squirten, zo erg dat ik het amper kan houden. Maar ik doe mijn best en bijt op mijn lip om het tegen te houden, want ik moet straks nog door naar een andere afspraak en wil niet dat mijn broek doordrenkt is van mijn eigen ranzige geile squirt kut. En toch smeek ik of ik mag klaarkomen. "Niet klaarkomen. Nog niet." Ik bijt op mijn lip, wanhopig, terwijl het geil uit mijn kutje dropt. "Nu.." Een orgasme dat door mijn hele lijf explodeert, zo heftig dat ik sterretjes zie en bijna door mijn benen zak. Ik kom schokkend klaar op jouw vuist diep in mijn uitgeneukte reet, mijn hele lichaam trillend en stuiptrekkend. Je haalt je vuist eruit, trekt me omhoog met je andere hand zodat ik wankelend op m’n been kom te staan en smeert je druipende, gore hand over mijn gezicht, over mijn mond, mijn neus, mijn wangen. Ik proef en ruik mijn eigen geur; die zware, ranzige, intense, lekkere geur van pure seks en schaamte. Het maakt me nog geiler dan ik al ben. Ik ben een smerig, gebruikt hoertje en ik vind het heerlijk. "Mond open." Amper bijgekomen duw je je pik ruig weer in mijn mond, nog nat van mijn reet. Je stopt hem diep in mijn keel en houdt mijn hoofd vast terwijl ik tegenstribbel, naar adem happend. "Op je Knieën. Benen wijd. Ik ben nog niet klaar met je." Je duwt je vuist zonder oprekken in mijn natte, druipende kutje. Ik gil het uit terwijl je hem er meteen diep in ramt. Ik smeek of ik alsjeblieft mijn satisfyer erbij mag pakken die ik altijd bij me heb. Terwijl jij me zo genadeloos fist. Eerst langzaam, dan sneller, harder, dieper. Smeek ik weer of ik mag klaarkomen. “Je hebt één minuut” En dan kom ik opnieuw intens klaar. Het blijft maar komen, golf na golf na golf, tot mijn benen helemaal slap zijn en ik alleen nog kan hijgen, trillen en kreunen. "Wat zeg je dan?" "Dank u wel, Meneer." Ik probeer mezelf te fatsoeneren voor zover dat kan. We stappen de lift in. We ruiken naar ranzige, gore, hete seks. Mijn haar zit in de war, mijn make-up is uitgelopen, en ik weet zeker dat ik eruitzie als wat ik ben.. een gebruikt sletje. Er stappen andere mensen in. Ik ruik mezelf, mijn reet, mijn kut, jou, en een dikke walm van geilheid. Zouden ze het ruiken? Zouden ze het zien aan mijn gezicht? Jij bent altijd goed in die omschakeling, maar ik heb het idee dat ik er nog steeds bij staat als een smerige hoer en dat op m’n voorhoofd staat geschreven: “net anaal gefist en smerig ordinair gebruikt.” Je kijkt me aan. Een klein glimlachje. Je weet het. We lopen naar de parkeergarage. Daar krijg ik eindelijk mijn beloning, waar ik dus eigenlijk alleen voor gekomen ben. Je zit in mijn auto en trekt jezelf af terwijl je drie vingers in mijn uitgewoonde, natte kontje stopt. "Ik ga zo klaarkomen, mond open." Ik vouw mijn mond om je pik heen. Je ballen trekken samen. Je ademhaling versnelt. Dan kom je klaar. Dat vind ik zo’n heerlijk geil moment: Mijn hemel, wat een lading. straal na straal warm, dik zaad in mijn wachtende mond. Het vult heel mijn sletten mondje. Ik zuig je pik helemaal leeg tot de laatste druppel. Ik open mijn mond en show trots mijn opbrengst. Een plas warm wit zaad op mijn tong. Ik slik alles door, voel het warm naar beneden glijden. Bedankt, Meneer. 😇 Ik stap weer in aan de bestuurderskant, mijn kutje nog kloppend, mijn kontje nog gapend, de smaak van zijn zaad nog op mijn tong. Over 20 minuten heb ik mijn volgende afspraak. Ze zullen nooit weten wat ik net gedaan heb.. En hopelijk niet ruiken.

4 May 2026

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I knocked on the door of his hotel room. When he answered and opened the door it felt like a job interview.. I was nervous, dressed in a professional skirt and top, while he was intimidating, and I didn’t know what he’d ask of me. He offered me a drink but I said no… probably should said yes. So we stood there just looking at each other.. me awkwardly, him far too confident. He ‘well you better get on your knees’ Omg really? Just like that? Yes please. And so I did. I knelt there looking up at him as he began to stroke my hair. Undid my hair clip and ran his hand trough my now messy hair. As he took a handful of my hair, he move my face up to meet his. ‘You know what do do ‘ he said And it did I unbuttoned his belt, unzipped his trousers until his cock was there, right before me. I knew what to do.. and I think I did it well… He only made a slight moan as I took him as deep as I could. He grabbed my arms and stood me up, told me to take off my underwear. As I did he reached out his hand and made me give them to him. ‘Open you mouth.’ I did. He put my underwear on my mouth and turned me around by my shoulders to face the bed. Pausing briefly to pull my arms back. He pushed me forward toward the bed. I knew what was coming and just how much I wanted it… Thank you for reading x

4 May 2026

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The bar was warm, the kind of warm that comes from bodies and low light and something unspoken threading through the air. I watched her from across the room, as I always did. She had ordered a drink, just to have something to do with her hands. Her dress, caught the light every time she shifted on the barstool. She wasn't looking for anyone. That was the thing. She was just... there. Open. Waiting to see what the night would bring. He noticed her before she noticed him. A man at the end of the bar, well-dressed, with the kind of easy stillness that comes from being comfortable in his own skin. He didn't rush over. He didn't stare. He just... waited. Caught her eye once. Held it. Looked away first. That was the beginning. When he finally approached, he didn't use a line. He just said, "That drink looks lonely," and nodded toward her glass. She laughed. A real laugh, not a performative one. I knew the difference. They talked. Nothing important at first—where she grew up, the band playing in the background, the way the city changed after midnight. He listened. Actually listened. Leaned in when she spoke, laughed when she laughed, let the silences breathe. Her hand stayed on her glass, but her body started turning toward him. Subtle at first. Then not subtle at all. By the second drink, her leg touched his under the bar. Neither of them moved it away. She glanced toward me once. A flick of the eyes. Not asking permission—just checking in. I smiled. She smiled back. The secret between us was the hottest thing in the room. When he touched her wrist—just a brush of his thumb against the inside of her skin—she didn't pull away. She let her hand relax, let him feel her pulse, let him know without words that the door was open. The rest of the night belonged to her. The way she leaned in to whisper something in his ear. The way she let her fingers trail along his collar, just once, just to see how he'd react. The way she looked at him like he was the only man in the bar—while I watched, hard, from across the room. Later, in the taxi home, she leaned her head on my shoulder. "He asked for my number," she said. "Did you give it to him?" She lifted her head, looked at me with that small, private smile. "Yes" I pulled her closer. She laughed again. And this time, we both knew the night wasn't over.

27 April 2026

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Met een tas vol pluggen en speeltjes stap ik de auto in op weg naar de burgerlijke sauna. “Een dagje ontspanning,” zei je. Maar ik ken je beter dan dat. Namelijk dat mijn kutje, mijn mond en mijn kontje ter beschikking staan wanneer jij ze wilt gebruiken. En juist hier, in een plek waar intimiteit verboden is, voelt dat idee super fout, maar oh zo geil. En een beetje angstig. We checken in, krijgen onze bandjes en een tasje. Alles zo normaal, zo onschuldig. Maar mijn gedachten zijn allesbehalve onschuldig. Ze zijn gevuld met ranzige, vieze, harde, geile, porno beelden. Van jou. Van mij. Van wat je met me gaat doen. We zijn amper binnen of je trekt me een doodlopende gang in. Je hand klemt zich over mijn mond terwijl je met één beweging in m’n kutje glijdt. Ik kreun in je handpalm. Je neukt me snel en meedogenloos, terwijl je je ogen richt op de hoek van de gang en alert bent op voetstappen. Je stoot heerlijk in me en oh wat heb ik dit gemist. Ik moet mezelf continu beheersen om niet luidruchtig te zijn. Maar net zo snel als het begon, stopt het weer. “Rondleiding afmaken,” fluister je met een grijns die niets goeds belooft en weer giert er een spanning door m’n lijf. Je leidt me door de gangen, langs sauna’s en stoomcabines, tot we bij de bioscoopruimte komen. Het is er donker. Je duwt me op mijn knieën. Ik weet wat je wilt. Ik open mijn mond en neem je pik in me mond, diep, tot ik ’m tegen mijn keel voel. Je handen grijpen mijn haar en je begint te stoten. Mijn hele lichaam schreeuwt, een opkomende gag reflex om je pik uit te spugen, maar ik onderdruk het. Tranen stromen over mijn wangen terwijl je mijn keel als een speeltje gebruikt en ik kick erop. Ik kick op de wetenschap dat ik niets meer ben dan een gat voor jouw genot. Je sleurt me mee naar een van de rustkamers. De bedjes staan in rijen, maar ik voel al dat het geen bedje wordt. “Bukken,” beveel je. Ik gehoorzaam. Je hand glijdt tussen mijn benen. Ik ben doorweekt, mijn kutje druipt van het vocht dat zich de hele ochtend, eigenlijk dagen, heeft opgehoopt. Één vinger. Twee. Drie. Vier. Je duwt ze in me, rekt me op en ik bijt op mijn lip om stil te blijven. En dan… de deur gaat open. Een vrouw stapt binnen. Ik durf amper te ademen. Ze kijkt even en draait zich dan om. De deur valt dicht. We kijken elkaar aan. Voelen toch wel wat paniek, maar concluderen samen dat ze vast niets heeft gezien en lopen verder. “Heb je ze bij je?” vraag je later, terwijl we bij de lockers staan. Ik knik. Met paniek in m’n ogen. Zoals je had opgedragen, heb ik mijn pluggen meegenomen. De gedachte alleen al… een plug dragen in de sauna, naakt, voor iedereen zichtbaar. Het bezorgt me rillingen van angst en opwinding tegelijk. “De glazen eerst,” zeg je. “Nu.” Ik draai me om, buig voorover en breng de plug naar mijn kontje. Het glijdt erin en ik voel hoe mijn kontje de plug opslokt. Als ik rechtop sta en begin te lopen, voel ik hem bij elke stap. Een constante herinnering. Een constante aanwezigheid. We lopen de sauna in, naakt tussen de andere gasten, en niemand weet het. Niemand ziet het. Maar ik weet het. Ik voel hoe de plug in m’n kontje zit, hoe hij me openhoudt, hoe hij me eraan herinnert wat ik ben. En dat maakt me natter dan ik al was. We doen mee aan een opgieting in een donkere sauna. De hitte en geuren zijn heerlijk en ik kan ook genieten van de wappers. En dan schiet er een gedachte door m’n hoofd: oh nooo, mijn plug is glow in the dark. Ik kijk omlaag, wel tien keer, half in paniek, maar ik hoop dat de mensen tegenover mij de plug niet kunnen zien. Ik probeer te genieten, maar het enige wat door m’n hoofd raast is wat er in m’n kont zit en dat dit, hem kennende, nog maar het begin is. Later vinden we een sauna die helemaal leeg is. Eindelijk, want dat is nog lastig te vinden. “Op je buik,” beveel je. Ik gehoorzaam. “Dichterbij.” Ik schuif naar je toe en beweeg m’n kont omhoog. Ik voel je vingers bij mijn ass, meteen dwingend. Eén vinger glijdt erin. Twee. Drie. Ik kreun zacht, mijn gezicht gedrukt in de handdoek en geef me over aan het gevoel. De hitte van de sauna vermengt zich met de hitte in mijn lichaam en ik weet niet meer waar de een ophoudt en de ander begint. En dan gaat de deur open. Een man stapt binnen. Hij knikt kort naar ons, ziet niets bijzonders, gewoon een stel dat ligt te relaxen, en klimt naar het bovenste bankje. Hij gaat liggen en sluit, hoop ik, zijn ogen. In mijn ooghoek zie ik dat hij alleen jou kan zien, maar ik lig precies met mijn kontje achter de kachel van de sauna. Ik hoop het. Mijn hart bonst in mijn keel. Ik zou moeten stoppen. We zouden moeten stoppen. Maar in plaats daarvan beweeg ik mijn kont omhoog. Ik kan niet praten, maar m’n houding smeekt om je vingers weer terug te proppen in m’n kontje. Je begrijpt het. Je gaat door. Meer vingers dringen in me, rekken me op. Ik voel de siliconen glijmiddel en god, wat ben ik blij dat je daaraan had gedacht, terwijl je mijn strakke kontje bewerkt. Vier vingers. Mijn adem stopt. En dan voel ik het. De druk van je hele hand. Paniek breekt uit in mijn hoofd. Ik wil gillen, wil je tegenhouden, wil vooral heel hard wegrennen. Maar ik kan niet. Niet met die man vijf meter bij ons vandaan. Ik moet stil zijn. Ik moet me overgeven. Het voelt écht alsof ik geen keuze heb. Je boort je vuist in mijn kontje. Je rechterhand, die groter is dan je linker, verdwijnt genadeloos in mij. Ik word overspoeld door hitte, door geilheid, door iets wat voelt als een soort waanzin. Ik kan niet bewegen. Geen kik geven. Het enige wat ik kan is ademen, heel langzaam, heel beheerst, terwijl jij mijn kontje fist met een volslagen vreemde op vijf meter afstand die niets vermoedt, die gewoon ligt te genieten van zijn saunaronde. Ik besef het gewoon niet wat er gebeurt. Je blijft bewegen, je vuist diep in mij, en ik vergeet de man. Ik vergeet de sauna. Ik vergeet alles behalve jou, jouw hand en het gevoel dat ik niets anders kan doen dan het laten gebeuren. Als we de sauna uitkomen, ben ik uitgeput. Mijn benen trillen, mijn kontje voel ik direct door de spanning. Maar je bent nog niet klaar met me. “Pak je grote tunnelplug.” Ik kijk je aan. Dit meen je niet. “Pak hem. Nu.” De plug is enorm. Bijna zo groot als mijn eigen vuist. Als ik hem erin duw, langzaam, kreunend, voel ik hoe mijn kontje zich eromheen spant. Of beter gezegd, niet spant. De tunnel houdt me open, zo’n zeven centimeter wijd, een gapend gat dat gevuld is met niets meer dan lucht. “Naar het zwembad,” zeg je. Ik loop. Elke stap voelt vreemd. Ik loop alsof ik net gefist ben, wat ook zo is, en de plug houdt me constant aan die realiteit herinnerd. Schaamte, onzekerheid, geilheid en een fuck de wereld gevoel strijden in m’n hoofd. Maar één ding weet ik zeker: jij wilt dit. En ik vertrouw je, dus ik doe het. Ik loop het trappetje af, het niet per se warme water in. De plug zit nog steeds in me terwijl ik zwem en dan voel ik het. Het water dat naar binnen stroomt. Door de tunnel, mijn kontje in. Het gevoel is zo bizar, zo pervers, zo ongelooflijk geil dat ik gewoon mezelf geen houding weet te geven met al die mensen om mij heen. Je trekt me door het water, duwt me rond, zorgt ervoor dat er nog meer in stroomt. En dan mag ik eruit. Ik klim het trappetje op, water druipend uit mijn openstaande kontje en ik voel me vies en gebruikt en heerlijk. Terwijl ik in de douche de tunnelplug eruit haal, neuk je me nog een keertje hard en fluister je dat ik mijn spullen moet pakken en dat we naar huis gaan. “Ik heb nog wat af te maken,” zeg je met dezelfde grijns als waar je de dag mee begon.

25 April 2026

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Back in the day, when we were first dating, we flew to London for a trip around Europe. The comments about joining the mile high club got jokingly thrown around before the trip. But I never thought it would happen. Somewhere between Vietnam and London the conversation came up again. It was actually my girlfriend's (now wife's) idea, and it was making me very horny in anticipation. Anyway we waited till the middle of the night, lights were dimmed, and almost everybody was asleep. Then she whispered the magic words "meet me in the toilet in a couple of minutes so you can fuck me". Well, I was pretty nervous about getting sprung, but the excitement was insane. So I stealthily snuck up the isle undetected (I think), and went in. Those toilets are tiny for one person, let alone two horny twenty nine year olds. Anyway we found a way , not very soundproof either, so I guess some people heard the show. With so much hype and anticipation, and blue balls. It wasn't exactly the longest performance of my life, but what a rush. Then we had the challenge of sneaking back to our seats, without drawing any attention. Nobody had a go at us about it, and we still laugh about it. I really think most people would not have the balls to do it.

24 April 2026

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""FUCK ME!" She whispered through ruby red lips as black stilettos tapped along the tiles of his kitchen floor. His now full erection throbbing as she opened her dress to reveal her intimate curves wrapped strategically in lingerie. Within a few steps he had her pinned to the bench, rubbing his hard cock against her wetness, now seeping through her black lace g string. He steps back and commands her to her knees to swallow his cock. Her eyes widen as she looks into his taking his manly hood deep into her throat, gagging the thick saliva runs down her chin as she begs for more. He lifts and turns her over the bench pulls aside her wet panties and pushes the tip of his throbbing penis into her pussy as she quivers and moans. He teased her wetness as she begs him to be deep inside her. In one large thrust he is deep inside her. She moans as she slams into him time and time again. He reached for her large gorgeous tits and pinched the proud nipples standing erect. The painful sensation caused her to arch her back. The sobs of ecstasy from her were exciting him, he mercilessly fucked her. His cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. His testicles rapidly slapping against her ass. Her smooth round, gorgeous arse. A few more thrusts and he would be finished. She could tell that he was due and begged him to come in ever increasing cries. He roared as he slammed into her a final time and sperm shot out of his cock violently. He held his position as another stream followed, and then, another. She screamed in a climax as her body convulsed. He kept spurting until he couldn't spurt again and collapse on top of her. She was trembling, her nipples hard and inner thighs throbbing. He needed to rest but her needs engulfed his mind. She was breathing hard n her back arched high. Her nipples reaching the sky, he grabbed her breast and wrapped his lips around her nipples. She was shaking but wanted more, her moans turned him wild for wanton pleasure - a connection formed, oestrus achieved - the door creaks open.

24 April 2026

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I was halfway through the whiskey when I realized I was stalling. The hotel room was fine—clean, anonymous, the kind of place that forgot you as soon as you checked out. Outside, the country town had already gone quiet. Inside, my phone buzzed with the familiar rhythm of home. My wife answered on the second ring. We talked about the usual things—school schedules, groceries, a leaky tap I’d promised to fix when I got back. My daughters drifted in and out of the call, bright and full of life, telling me small stories that somehow felt very far away. I loved them. Deeply. But when the call ended, the silence that followed felt heavier than it should have. I poured another splash of the Japanese whiskey, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at my phone. The message thread was still open—the one that had seemed like a harmless distraction a few days ago. A bit of flirting. A reminder that I was still… visible. Meeting her hadn’t been part of the plan. And yet, there I was, grabbing my jacket and heading downstairs before I could overthink it. The bar was exactly what you’d expect in a town like this—dim lighting, worn timber, a handful of locals nursing drinks. I spotted them almost immediately. She looked just like her photos, maybe better. Mid-40s, confident without trying too hard, eyes that held yours just a second longer than necessary. There was an ease about her that made everything feel less complicated. Her friend sat beside her—quieter, more reserved, but observant. The kind of person who missed nothing. “Backup,” she said with a small smile as we shook hands. “Hope that’s okay.” “Of course,” I replied. “I appreciate a sensible risk assessment.” That got a laugh, and just like that, the tension eased. I made a run to the bar. Conversation followed. At first it was easy—work, travel, the absurdity of small-town nightlife. But as the second round of drinks settled in, the tone shifted. Her stories started to unfold—places she’d been, people she’d met, moments that felt pulled from another life entirely. There was something intoxicating about it. Not just what she’d done, but how she told it—like the world was something to be experienced fully, without apology. Her friend listened, occasionally rolling her eyes in a way that suggested she’d heard these stories before—but there was affection there too. History. “We’ve known each other since we were kids,” the friend said at one point. “I stayed. She… didn’t.” “Someone had to keep things interesting,” she replied, flashing a grin. “And someone had to stay sensible,” the friend shot back. I found myself caught between them—one grounded, one restless. And somewhere in the middle of it all, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Seen. Not as the dependable one. Not as the fixer of things. Just… as a man. By the third drink, I realized I didn’t want the conversation to end. “Do you want to continue this somewhere quieter?” I heard myself say, before I’d fully decided to. There was a glance between them. A silent conversation. Then a nod. The drive back to the hotel was strangely calm. The friend insisted on driving, practical as ever. The conversation softened, but didn’t fade—just shifted into something more intimate, more deliberate. When we got to my room, I turned to the friend, expecting that this was where she’d bow out. Instead, she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with a faint, unreadable expression. “I’ll stay for a bit,” she said. “If that’s alright.” It felt a flash of relief.. to continue the amazing night but put off the seemingly unavoidable intimate turn. “Of course,” I replied. I set my glass down on the counter. “I’m going to grab a quick shower. Make yourselves comfortable. There’s whiskey there if you want it.” “Don’t take too long,” she said lightly. I smiled, but inside my thoughts were anything but steady. Under the water, everything caught up with me. What am I doing? This wasn’t supposed to be more than a drink. A conversation. A small, harmless boost to a part of me that had been quiet for too long. But now… I stood there longer than I needed to, letting the water run, trying to sort out whether I was crossing a line—or had already crossed it the moment I walked into that bar. When I finally stepped out, I dried off slowly, deliberately. Pulled on a soft T-shirt, light pants. Something comfortable. Something neutral. As if that would somehow keep things from going too far. I stood there for a second longer than necessary, palms against the tiles, head bowed. My thoughts weren’t lining up neatly anymore. This was supposed to be a drink. A story to tell myself on the drive home. Proof that I still had something. Instead, there was a woman in my room and a chaperone likely getting ready for the signal to leave... My hand paused on the bathroom door handle. Then I opened it. The shift hit me before I fully saw it. The lights were lower. Not dramatically—but enough. Enough that shadows softened edges, that the room felt smaller, more intimate. The whiskey was open. Two glasses—no, three now—sat on the table. And them. They weren’t sitting as they were at the bar. Shoes were off, hair was let down and they were closer. Much closer. The “security detail” had dissolved somewhere between the first pour and the second. Her friend—the careful one, the steady one—wasn’t holding herself at a distance anymore. The posture had changed. Shoulders relaxed. Guard down. She looked… awake in a different way. And the woman I’d come to meet—she looked exactly like someone who knew this was the moment everything tipped. Neither of them spoke right away. They just looked at me. Not politely. Not curiously. Intentionally. My throat felt dry all of a sudden. “Well,” I said, attempting something light, “I leave for ten minutes…” Her smile was slow. Measured. “And we get bored easily,” she replied. Her friend let out a quiet laugh, but her eyes stayed on me. “You did say to help ourselves.” I stepped further into the room, the door clicking shut behind me louder than it should have. Every small movement felt amplified now. The shift of weight, the sound of fabric, the faint clink of glass as one of them set it down. “Looks like I missed part of the evening,” I said. “Maybe,” the first woman said softly. “Or maybe you’re right on time.” That landed differently. There was a space between us—only a few steps—but it felt like something you had to choose to cross. I hesitated. Not out of fear exactly. Just… awareness. Of where this could go. Of the version of myself I’d been an hour ago versus the one standing here now. Her friend noticed. Of course she did. “You’re thinking too much,” she said, her tone calm, almost gentle. Not teasing. Not pushing. Just… certain. “Occupational hazard,” I replied. “Or lifelong habit,” she countered, tilting her head slightly. That one hit closer than I expected. The other woman leaned forward just a little, elbows resting on her knees, eyes never leaving mine. “You don’t have to figure out the whole night,” she said. “Just the next step.” Silence stretched—but it wasn’t empty. It was full of small things. Breathing. Glances. The faint warmth of whiskey in the air. I took that step. Then another. Close enough now to feel the heat of them, to see the subtle changes in expression—the way confidence and curiosity and something else entirely were all blending together. Her friend shifted slightly, making space—but not moving away. An invitation without words. “You know,” I said quietly, “I almost didn’t come down tonight.” “Mm,” she murmured. “That would’ve been a shame.” Her friend’s voice was softer now too. “You came for a conversation.” “Yeah.” “And found one,” she said. “Just… not the kind you expected.” I let out a breath that felt like it had been building all evening. “That seems to be a theme.” They both smiled at that—but differently. One familiar. One newly discovered. I reached for the glass on the table, more for something to do with my hands than anything else. Took a small sip. Set it back down. Neither of them looked away. The distance between us was gone now, but the tension hadn’t broken. It had tightened. Refined. Turned into something deliberate. Her hand moved—just slightly—resting closer to mine. Not touching. Not yet. “Still deciding?” she asked. I shook my head slowly. “No,” I said. “Just… taking it in.” Her friend’s expression softened, but there was an unmistakable spark behind it now. “Good,” she said. “Because we already decided something while you were in there.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” She held my gaze as she answered. “That you weren’t just passing through tonight.” A beat. “And that neither were we.” The words settled into the room, into me. Whatever hesitation I’d brought out of that shower—it didn’t disappear. But it shifted. Turned into anticipation instead. And as I stood there, between two women who now felt fully present, fully engaged in the same unfolding moment, one thing became clear: This wasn’t accidental anymore. This was chosen.

16 April 2026

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The bus wasn’t supposed to break down. That’s what made it perfect. Somewhere halfway between Cairns and Townsville, the engine coughed, shuddered, and died like it had just given up on life entirely. No warning, no dramatic buildup—just heat, silence, and the slow realization that everyone was stranded in the middle of nowhere. Red dirt. Scrubby trees. Air thick enough to drink. You stepped off first, stretching, rolling your shoulders, pretending you weren’t already a little thrilled by the chaos. There’s something about being stuck—no schedule, no expectations—that loosens people up. That’s when you noticed them. Leaning against the side of the bus, arms folded, sunglasses hiding their eyes but not the way they were watching everything. Watching you. Not subtle. Not shy. Interesting. A couple of other passengers drifted off into the shade, complaining, checking their phones like reception was magically going to appear if they tried hard enough. But you stayed near the bus, near them, feeling that strange electric pull that happens when two strangers silently agree something’s about to happen. “You look way too calm for someone stuck in the middle of nowhere,” they said, voice low, amused. You shrugged. “Depends who you’re stuck with.” A pause. A smirk. “Careful,” they replied. “That almost sounded like an invitation.” The heat pressed in around you both, heavy and slow, like time itself had decided to take the afternoon off. Sweat traced down your back, your neck. You could feel their gaze follow it, unashamed. There was no rush. That was the dangerous part. You started walking, not even checking if they’d follow. Of course they did. A narrow dirt track led away from the road—probably nothing more than a service path—but it curved just enough to break line of sight with the bus. Just enough to feel private without being completely reckless. You stopped when the silence settled in. They came up beside you, close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating off their skin, smell that mix of sun, salt, and something unmistakably human. “You always wander off with strangers?” they asked. “Only the ones who stare too much.” That got a laugh—low, genuine. “And if I said I wasn’t staring?” You turned slightly, just enough that your shoulders brushed. “Then I’d say you’re a terrible liar.” That was the moment everything shifted. Not sudden. Not explosive. Just… closer. Their hand brushed yours—accidental, maybe. Or maybe not. Fingers grazing, lingering just a second longer than necessary. Enough to test the line. You didn’t pull away. That was all the permission they needed. The tension tightened, like a wire pulled just before it snaps. You could feel it in the way they leaned in slightly, in the way your breath slowed without you meaning it to. “You’re trouble,” they murmured. “Only if you keep following me.” “Not planning on stopping.” Good. Somewhere back on the road, someone shouted. A door slammed. Reality tried to intrude. Neither of you moved. It’s funny how fast a moment can turn into something else entirely. One second you’re strangers killing time, the next you’re standing too close, saying things that don’t really need words anymore. Their hand found your arm this time—deliberate. Slow. Sliding just enough to make your skin react, to send that quiet, dangerous spark through your chest. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Still calm?” they asked. “Getting there.” Another half-step closer. Now there was no space left between you that didn’t feel intentional. The world shrank down to heat and breath and the faint rustle of dry leaves. “This is a bad idea,” you said softly. “Yeah,” they agreed. Neither of you moved away. You never even got their name. Didn’t need it. Because some things only exist in moments—caught between places, between decisions, between who you are and who you feel like being when no one’s watching. By the time the bus engine finally roared back to life, you were already walking back separately. No lingering looks. No promises. Just that quiet, shared understanding—something happened out there. Something real, even if it only lasted an hour. As you climbed back aboard, you caught their reflection in the window. A small smile. Barely there. Same as yours. And just like that— Gone

15 April 2026

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Vol verwachting zit ik op het randje van de bank, en kijk nog maar eens de kamer rond. Noortje komt voor het eerst bij me thuis vanavond en ik voel de spanning in mijn lijf. We hebben elkaar een week niet gezien en ik mis haar. Terwijl zij aan het werk was, heb ik me wat afgeleid met klusjes in mijn nieuwe huis. Vandaag heb ik kennisgemaakt met mijn collega’s, voordat ik maandag echt aan de slag ga. Maar voorlopig wil ik niet verder kijken dan dit weekend met Noortje. De foto die ze me stuurde staat op mijn nachtkastje, de brief met haar geur houd ik dichtbij. Het huis is opgeruimd – althans, zolang je niet in de kamers komt die vol staan met onuitgepakte bananendozen. Vanmorgen op de markt heb ik twee grote bossen kleurige veldbloemen gekocht. Ik weet dat Noortje daarvan houdt, en het staat gezellig in het toch nog wat kale huis. Misschien kan Noortje me helpen bij het gezelliger maken, bedenk ik me. Het zou fijn zijn dat samen te doen. De bloemen kunnen de geur van verse verf niet verdrijven, maar dat heeft ook wel zijn charme. De deuren naar de tuin staan open en een licht briesje laat de bloemblaadjes zacht bewegen. Zonlicht valt door de ramen, buiten fluiten de vogels. Ik kijk weer naar de klok. Bij iedere auto die ik hoor, hoop ik dat zij het is. Ik heb me de afgelopen week vaak voorgesteld hoe het zou zijn, Noortje in mijn huis: hoe we tegen elkaar aan op de bank zouden zitten, ontbijten in de ochtendzon in de tuin, samen zouden douchen, vrijen, slapen en wakker worden. Hoe Noortje een deel van mijn leven zou zijn; we een leven zouden delen. Ik denk terug aan de brief die ze me heeft geschreven, liefdevol en opwindend tegelijk. Ik knijp mijn ogen dicht en fantaseer over wat er straks komen gaat. Ik wil haar zien, haar lippen kussen, haar geur opsnuiven, haar huid voelen, proeven, nu. Ik voel dat ik al hard word bij de gedachten. De bel gaat. Snel strijk ik mijn overhemd glad en probeer de spanning een beetje uit mijn lichaam te krijgen als ik naar de hal loop. Ik haal nog één keer diep adem en open dan de deur. Daar staat ze, mijn Noortje, nog mooier dan ik me herinner, nog mooier dan op de foto. Haar ogen stralen, haar lach is betoverend. Ze draagt een luchtig jurkje boven open schoentjes. Ik strek mijn armen naar haar uit en we omhelzen elkaar. Ze laat haar weekendtas uit haar hand glijden en ik duw de deur met mijn voet achter haar dicht. “Ik heb je zo gemist,” fluister ik in haar oor. Hier heb ik naar uitgekeken. Meteen knettert de passie. Ik voel haar handen over mijn rug gaan, ik leg de mijne om haar billen en druk haar stevig tegen me aan. Onze ademhaling wordt sneller als we steeds passioneler zoenen. Langzaam duwt ze me, al zoenend, achteruit, de kamer in. We stoppen als ze de knoopjes van mijn overhemd losmaakt en het hemd achter me op de grond laat vallen. Ik schuif de stof van haar jurkje langzaam omhoog, over haar mooie ronde billen. Ze draagt een klein kanten slipje. Ik duw haar jurkje nog wat verder op, over haar platte buik, over haar BH. Terwijl ik het jurkje over haar hoofd trek, voel ik hoe haar handen mijn broekriem losmaken. Ze schopt haar schoenen uit en houdt met haar voet mijn broek op de grond zodat ik eruit kan stappen. We hijgen allebei en mijn hart gaat te keer als ik Noortje optil en haar op de bank leg. Ze trekt me op zich en we zoenen wild. Ze spreidt haar benen zodat ze mijn stijve penis tussen haar benen voelt door de stof van ons ondergoed. “Je maakt me zo geil,” kreunt ze, en wurmt zich dan onder me vandaan. Noortje hurkt voor de bank en trekt mijn ondergoed omlaag. Ik maak tegelijk haar BH los en kijk naar haar prachtige ronde borsten. Ik houd mijn adem even in. Dan duwt ze me naar achteren, zodat ik achterover tegen de rugleuning aan kom te liggen. Ze kijkt naar me op, en neemt mijn harde lid in haar mond. Langzaam en sensueel laat ze haar tong over mijn eikel gaan, haar haren kriebelen over de binnenkant van mijn dijen. Ze pakt mijn penis vast en beweegt de huid traag op en neer terwijl ze me in haar mond neemt. Ze kreunt zacht terwijl ze me verwent. Haar lippen voelen warm op de gevoelige huid van de schacht. Voorzichtig zuigt ze op mijn ballen terwijl ze met haar duim over mijn natte eikel wrijft. Dit is meer dan ik ervan had gehoopt. Ons verlangen is zo groot, onze liefde zo vurig. Ook nu ze me pijpt houden we oogcontact. Ik richt me op, maar ze duwt we terug. Ze gaat staan en laat, als bij een striptease, haar slipje op de grond vallen. Ik kijk op naar haar naakte lichaam en prijs mezelf gelukkig. Ze kijkt glimlachend op me neer, en gaat dan schrijlings op me zitten. Mijn handen glijden om haar taille als ze zich laat zakken. Ik richt me op en onze tongen vinden elkaar. Haar borsten voelen zacht als ik me tegen haar aan druk. Dan begint ze me te berijden, langzaam, beheerst. Ze legt haar handen op mijn schouders en ik laat me naar achteren zakken. Ik kijk en geniet. De opwinding stijgt naar mijn hoofd. Ik zie haar lieve gezicht, hoe ze naar me kijkt, met die ogen vol liefde en passie; naar haar lippen, licht gespreid, naar haar lange haren over haar schouders. Ze pakt mijn handen en ze moedigt me aan om haar borsten vast te houden, met ze te spelen. Ik luister naar haar kreunen, naar het geluid van haar billen tegen mijn benen, mijn penis die in en uit haar glijdt. Ze stopt en beweegt zich van mij af. Ik weet wat ze wil, dus ik duw haar zacht voor me uit totdat we naast de bank staan. Ik ga achter haar staan en ze zet haar handen op de leuning. Ik pak haar heupen vast en duw me bij haar naar binnen, centimeter voor centimeter, tot ik haar billen tegen me aan voel drukken. Het is heerlijk, en ik laat mijn hoofd achterover zakken als ik me ritmisch in en uit haar beweeg. Ik maak lange stoten en ze kreunt steeds intenser als ik mijn tempo verhoog. Ik laat mijn handen om haar middel glijden, dan omvatten mijn handen haar borsten. Ze kijkt naar me om en zucht: “Harder, harder.” Ik omvat opnieuw haar heupen, duw mijn penis nog sneller in haar, geef een speelse tik op haar bil en geniet van haar bewegingen, hoe haar haren heen en weer strijken bij iedere stoot, hoe ze kreunt. Ze laat zich verder naar beneden zakken zodat haar borsten tegen de leuning liggen. “Je bent zo lekker,” kreun ik, en knijp mijn ogen dicht. Ze wil meer, en meer, maar ik wil nog niet komen. Ik trek haar omhoog en duw haar lichaam tegen het mijne. Ze legt haar hoofd achterover op mijn schouder en zoent me terwijl ze nog steeds probeert om over mijn lid heen en weer te bewegen. “Ik wil dat je in me klaarkomt, geef me wat we allebei willen alsjeblieft.,” zegt ze smekend. “Ik heb hier al een week op gewacht.” Ik leg haar achterover op de bank en ga zelf op mijn knieën voor haar zitten. Dan spreidt ze haar benen, zet haar voeten op de rand van de salontafel en schuift dicht naar me toe. Terwijl we elkaar aankijken omvat ik haar middel en neem haar hard, wild, en vol hartstocht. Ze beweegt haar heupen in het ritme, zet zich af tegen de bank. Haar lichaam golft, haar borsten deinen. Onze ademhaling wordt sneller, ons gekreun harder. Ze richt zich een beetje op, zet haar nagels in het vel van mijn zij en ik zie dat ze zich inspant als ik mijn adem in stoten tussen mijn tanden laat ontsnappen als ik met een dierlijk gegrom in haar klaarkom. Ze laat zich schokkend achterover vallen in de kussens, en als ik mijn ogen open zie ik een brede ontspannen glimlach op haar gezicht. Ik buig me over haar heen en kus haar lippen. Ze zucht diep en we lachen naar elkaar. “En nu heb ik honger,” zegt ze grijnzend, zodra we weer een beetje op adem zijn gekomen. “Liefde maakt hongerig,” en ik sta op van de bank. Zij staat ook op: “Laten we samen koken.”

11 April 2026

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I want to kiss you, you see it in my eyes, and your lips open, just a little as you reach up and touch my face, as you draw me towards your soft glistening eyes, I feel your soft warm breathe against my face, I see your moist lips quiver in anticipation as you feel my firm hand slide across your soft neck and cup your head as you arch your back, you feel my other warm hand slide to the base off your back, our hot breathe quickens as are lips touch as I pull you against my chest, and your soft lips open against my gentle pressure, the pressure increases as we give into the heat racing through our bodies, as we both give into our desire to feel the heat of our breathe, as our tongues meet sparking some uncontrolled desire to give into the need we felt for each other when we first met, our tongues are instinctively entwined around themselves with a growing sinuous motion following each other as we open up to the passion, that feels so right the deeper and closer we pull against each other, we don’t even hear the outside world as we explore the depths off our growing need to melt into each other’s arms, our bodies reacting to the uncontrollable need, created by our mouths naturally follow each other’s motion, tongues flicking and teasing in unison, you feel so light as I pull you up into my arms, you softly moan, it sends a charge through my body as you wrap your arms around my broad shoulders, they slide to my neck, your nails graze my neck you feel me quiver and thrust with total need against your tongue and soft lips, as you finish my thought.

10 April 2026

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One day As a wife, I never expected a simple day at the beach to turn into something I would never forget. It started with just my husband and me escaping to a quiet, hidden stretch of sand, far away from everything. We swam, laughed, and enjoyed the freedom of being alone together. While in the water, we met a friendly, attractive stranger. What began as light conversation slowly turned into something more charged, something unspoken that I could feel building in the air. My husband stayed close, watching in silence, his presence steady but intense, as if he already sensed the direction the day was taking. As the sun lowered and the world felt distant, I found myself caught between curiosity and thrill, between my husband’s gaze and the stranger’s attention. In that moment, everything felt new, daring, and unforgettable—like stepping into a version of myself I had never met before. It was a fun day never expected my husband would accept me getting fucked by a stranger☺️. As he was happy watching quietly and stroking his penis. I would like to try this again while my husband watch me getting fucked really hard as i enjoy him watching me.

10 April 2026

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Ik heb je leren kennen via deze online-datingsite, waarbij ik op een zaterdagavond het eerste berichtje naar je gezonden heb. Eigenlijk in de veronderstelling dat dat in een zwart gat zou verdwijnen. Waarom schreef ik je eigenlijk dat berichtje? Oh ja, je profiel had het over ‘warm kunnen worden van een fantasie. En die misschien dan ook wel laten uitkomen…. ‘ Dus heb ik je mijn fantasie gedeeld: “Ik kan me zomaar voorstellen dat we afspreken in cafe ‘de Burgt’, en dan vraag ik of je iets van me wil drinken. Je zegt ja, ik reageer vrolijk, bestel jouw drankje, en leg terloops mijn hand op je rug, net boven je billen. Ik voel de warmte van jouw rug door de soepele stof van je jurkje. Jij voelt dat ik mijn vingers niet stil hou, maar dat die proberen je wervels een beetje beet te pakken. Je ziet dat ik overduidelijk naar je kijk, eigenlijk, je ziet dat ik ongegeneerd naar je decolleté kijk. Je krijgt je drankje, en we besluiten het smalle trapje naar de overloop te nemen. Ooit stond daar de flipperkast, maar nu zijn er 2 tafeltjes voor 2. ik begeleid je naar het achterste tafeltje, ik zorg dat je makkelijk kan zitten, en terwijl ik het stoeltje zacht onder / tegen je aanschuif, buig ik naar voren en voel je dat het puntje van mijn tong net je rechter oorlel aanraakt. Ik ga tegenover je zitten, en doe alsof ik de menukaart bekijk. Vooral doen alsof, want ik kan mijn ogen niet van je decolleté afhouden. Jij hebt dat door, want terwijl jij nonchalant jouw voorkeur voor het eten benoemd, voel ik een van jouw voeten langzaamaan aan de binnenkant van mijn rechterbeen omhooggaan. Je begon bij mijn enkel, maar na 15 seconden was je al bijna bij mijn knie. Ok, ik moet me nu echt concentreren, lezen gaat eigenlijk niet meer. Ik zak wat onderuit en voel mijn pik voorzichtig tintelen in de hoop dat jouw voet nog verder dan mijn knie zal gaan. Ik mompel nog wat onzin over de menukaart, maar kan mijn gedachten er eigenlijk niet bijhouden. Gelukkig daalt je voet heel subtiel weer naar mijn enkel en kan ik genoeg ademhalen om snel een keuze te maken uit de kaart, en het gesprek verder met je op te pakken. Je kijkt me recht in mijn ogen aan en vraagt heel zacht, “waar word je geiler van, het staren naar mijn borsten, of van mijn voet langs je been?”. Ik verslik me bijkans in mijn drankje. Die directe vraag had ik niet zien aankomen. Iets luider zeg je, ‘natuurlijk doen we een voorgerecht en een hoofdgerecht’. Ik knik ja, en moet nog bedenken welk antwoord ik op je eerste vraag moet geven. Ik zeg wat zachter, ‘die voet van je had niet veel hoger moeten komen, want dan komt mijn pik gewoon opgevouwen klem te zitten’. Hardop zeg je, ‘dan moet je daar toch even wat aan gaan doen’. Ik begrijp de hint, sta op en wurm me langs het tafeltje, en beweeg me langs jou. Nonchalant buig je even naar links en raakt jouw elleboog zachtjes mijn kruis. Je doet het er gewoon om is mijn conclusie.   Ik bezoek het toilet, zorg dat mijn pik rechtop in mijn boxer zit en begeef me weer naar ons tafeltje. “Alles ok?” vraag je met een ondeugende glimlach. Ik ga zitten, en zeg dat ik nu wel wat prettiger zit. Intussen is iemand van de bediening achter ons verschenen om de bestelling op te nemen, en terwijl jij aangeeft wat jouw keuze is voel ik weer jouw voet langs mijn been gaan, maar nu direct naar mijn knie en hoger. En terwijl jouw voet zich heel zachtjes een weg naar mijn kruis baant probeer ik op een normale manier mijn bestelling door te geven. Je ziet hoe ik er mee worstel en je maakt het nog wat erger door nog even wat verder achterover te leunen waardoor je borsten zich nog beter tonen in je jurkje. Met enige moeite kan ik zonder rare bijgeluiden mijn keuze doorgeven, en nadat de bediening weg is, haal je ook heel zachtjes je voet weer tussen mijn bovenbenen vandaan. “En” vraag je, “zit je nog een beetje comfortabel?”, met een speelse twinkeling in je ogen. “Ach” zeg ik “dat gaat best wel”. “Zal ik dan nog even doorgaan terwijl we wachten op het voorgerecht?” zeg je tegen me. Maar zonder op mijn antwoord te wachten voel ik je voet weer bij mijn knieën en verder. Ik ga ervoor zitten, en doe bewust mijn benen wat van elkaar, direct ga je met je voet naar mijn kruis, en voel ik je met je tenen aftasten wat er gebeurt. De tinteling in mijn pik is nu echt wel overgegaan in een stijve, en ik merk dat je met je tenen een indruk wil krijgen ‘hoe stijf’ dan wel. Ik probeer je ‘gewoon’ aan te kijken, terwijl je het gesprek gaande houdt. De twinkeling in je ogen is duidelijk zichtbaar, je geniet ervan dat jij bepaalt wat er gebeurt. Het lukt me redelijk om naar je ogen te blijven kijken, maar af en toe dwalen ze zeker af naar je borsten, de welvingen in je jurkje die door de contouren van je bh prachtig zijn vormgegeven. Ik zie me in gedachten al heel zachtjes met mijn tong over de welvingen gaan, en rondjes draaien om je tepels. Bruut wordt mijn gedachtegang onderbroken door de bediening die het voorgerecht komt serveren. Ik doe een poging om mijn aandacht te richten op het gerecht, maar jij houdt gewoon je voet tussen mijn dijen, en alleen wanneer jij je aandacht richt op het voorgerecht, voel ik dat je tenen even stilvallen. “Gelukkig” denk ik, want ik realiseer me dat ik dit geen uur ‘droog’ ga houden. Ik verbaas me hoe jij dit kan, mij ‘opgeilen’ en zelf volkomen ontspannen keuvelen, eten, lachen en aan de andere kant van de tafel zitten. “Erg” vind ik het niet. We hebben het voorgerecht afgerond, de tafel is weer wat leger, en terwijl je nog steeds je voet tussen mijn dijen hebt, buig je weer wat voorover en zeg je zachtjes tegen me: ‘ik wil zo jou wel even proeven, en zo ga ik dat doen: Jij gaat naar het toilet, wast je handen, droogt ze af en ga dan het hokje in. Vervolgens maak je je broek los, en zorg je dat je jouw rechterduim flink over je eikel haalt, onder je voorhuid, want ik weet dat er al van alles uit loopt. Je trekt door, doet je broek dicht en komt weer naar boven zonder je handen te wassen. Wanneer je dan weer langs me schuift naar je stoel zorg je dat ik jouw rechterduim in mijn mond kan nemen, niemand die dat kan zien. Begrepen?”. Ik knik, en voel het bloed naar mijn wangen stromen, en ik begin direct mijn stoel naar achter te schuiven, en schuifel weer langs haar op weg naar de trap. Nu geen elleboog langs mijn kruis, maar ik zie dat jij jouw ogen er vol op richt, daarna kijk je mij aan. “tot zo” fluister je. Ik weet niet hoe snel ik de trap af loop, linea recta naar het toilet, en begin met het wassen van mijn handen, en die goed afdrogen. Ik doe de deur achter mij dicht, en mijn broek los. Inderdaad zie ik allerlei nattigheid glinsteren op mijn eikel. Ik zorg dat mijn rechterduim helemaal onder zit, trek mijn broek omhoog en wil de knoop dicht doen. Fuck, bijna met mijn rechterhand. Met links gaat echt minder handig, maar het lukt uiteindelijk wel. Ook de vergrendeling van de deur van het toilet is met links ‘niet vanzelfsprekend’. Gelukkig is er niemand anders die kan zien dat ik het handenwassen nu even oversla. De trap weer op, oh ja, ook de rechterleuning niet gebruiken. Maar ik ben boven, loop nu rustig naar ons plekje en wurm me weer langs jou, terwijl ik zorg dat mijn rechterduim voor jouw mond goed bereikbaar is. Je aarzelt geen moment, je opent je lippen, kijkt me aan en neemt mijn duim helemaal in je mond, en ik voel je tong alles aflikken…. Voor mijn gevoel sta ik een kwartier stil wanneer jij me een zetje geeft waardoor ik doorloop en zelf kan gaan zitten. Je kijkt me aan en zegt “wow, dat smaakt naar meer….“, en direct voel ik je voet weer tussen mijn dijen, en je tenen nu tegen mijn ballen… Ik denk inmiddels eigenlijk maar aan 1 ding, en dat is niet meer het hoofdgerecht. Toch lukt het mij om redelijk het gesprek op gang te houden en te eten, en ergens vraag je of je nog een stukje mag proeven. Ik bied je een stukje van mijn vis aan, op een lepel met mijn rechterhand uitgestoken. Maar je wilde mij vis niet proeven, je duwt de lepel opzij en likt nog even aan mijn duim…. Het hoofdgerecht komt tot een eind, en ik stel voor dat we wellicht nog even de dessertkaart kunnen inkijken. “Nee” zeg je resoluut, “het toetje doen we elders…” en je wenkt de bediening om te mogen afrekenen. Ik stribbel niet tegen, en na het afrekenen sta je op, loop je voor me het trapje af, halen we onze jassen en verlaten we het cafe. Voor ik kan zeggen ‘waar naar toe’ neem jij mijn hand en zeg je, “ik woon hier niet ver vandaan”. Twee blokken is inderdaad niet ver, je loopt de trap van het portiek op, voor me uit, en opent de deur aan de linkerkant. ‘Hier kan je jas” zeg je “en doe je schoenen uit”. Ik gehoorzaam. En volg je, je gaat rechts een deur in, het blijkt jouw slaapkamer wanneer je een lichtje aandoet. Jij gaat voor me staan, met je rug naar het bed, trekt me wat naar je toe, en je zegt “en nu ga ik eerst voor jouw toetje zorgen”. Met een hand trek je de rits van je jurkje naar beneden, en stap je eruit. Je gaat in je lingerie op het bed zitten, en grijpt mijn broeksband. Maakt de knoop en de rits los en trekt hem over mijn knieen. Een van jouw handen gaat over mijn boxer en de andere gaat via het broekspijpje direct naar mijn ballen. Ik kreun en in stilte hoop ik op een enorme blowjob. Je trekt nu ook mijn boxer naar beneden, maar in plaats van je mond neem je met je ene hand mijn stijve pik, en met je andere hand mijn ballen vast, niet strak, wel geil en je begint me verder af te trekken… Je kijkt geconcentreerd naar mijn pik terwijl je vooral heel lekker je beide handen gebruikt om mij gericht af te trekken. Ik kreun nog wat, want praten is al lang niet meer mogelijk. Je kijkt me aan en vraagt “kan je nu mijn bh losmaken, je denk dat je zo over mijn borsten gaat klaarkomen. Daarna ga ik achteroverliggen en is het jouw toetje, je mag ze aflikken”…. Ik bedenk me geen twee tellen, maar ben toch weer minder handig dan ik denk. Na poging drie is de sluiting los, en je bh ergens op bed. Ik heb een geweldig uitzicht op je borsten, en terwijl ik denk daar nog even van te kunnen genieten, kom ik klaar en spuit ik over je borsten. Meer over je linkerborst dan over je rechterborst .Je zorgt ervoor dat de laatste druppels op een van je tepels terecht komen en gaat liggen, “Nu is jouw toetje klaar” zeg je, “begin boven aan nu het nog warm is, en dan naar beneden” terwijl je je benen spreidt…” Nadat ik mijn fantasie in delen geplakt had in het bericht venstertje, begon voor mij het wachten. Eigenlijk niet, want inmiddels weet ik dat wachten zinloos is. Ik open een nieuwspagina in een ander venster en laat de dating-site openstaan. En dan zie ik het bolletje bij jouw profiel “groen” worden. Verder niets, ik scroll door meer nieuwspagina’s, 5 minuten, nog steeds niets…. 10 minuten, nog steeds niets… En dan, een ‘rood belletje’, een nieuw bericht. Ik open het, het is van jou. Kort, 2 regels. Woensdag 8 april 20:30 Cafe de Burgt Ik draag een donkerrood jurkje met Louboutin’s

9 April 2026

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Just a fantasy… that I wish would happen. You send a message that reads, “Hi there mate! Does your wife still fuck you?” I look at your profile… You’re a tall, large, well endowed man. You’re a straight guy who seems to be after married women. I reply “Not very often” You reply “Maybe she’s wanting to try a real man, who’s very well endowed” I reply “Although that would be hot, that’d be very hard to setup” You reply “So you’d be okay with me trying then?” I reply “Yes, but how?” You reply “Just invite me over as a work colleague/pub friend. Let me befriend her. Swap numbers with her. Take her out for coffee while you’re at work. Visit her while she’s lonely. Talk to her about the lack of sex you give her. You get the picture…” I reply “Sounds doable. Let’s meet up?” We meet up, and I tell you lots of her likes and dislikes, before I bring you home and introduce you to her. You successfully befriend my wife… swap numbers, and agree to meet up for coffee. A couple of weeks later, I’d just finished my lunch break at work, when I receive a message from you. It read “Your wife may be a little sore down there for a bit. I just fucked her for nearly an hour”

6 April 2026

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You let me know what time you are going to pick me up when you are here in Canberra. You tell me that your parents and bro love love smooth pussy and to have mine shaved and perfect, you also mention not to have any underwear on under a dress and wearing heels as well, I reply that it will be nice and smooth, I start to get ready an hour before you arrive making sure that I have all my toys and the lingerie in a bag ready to go, and also shave my pussy and get dressed. I’m waiting out side for you to turn up and I hop in to your car giving you a kiss and a rub on your cock, I start to feel it getting hard and you groan, we drive over to your parents place, they welcome me with open arms, and I see that your bro is there as well, we all go into the living room and sit down and start chatting having a wonderful time. Your mum gets up and goes and checks on dinner as she invited me over to have dinner with everyone, she comes back and announces that it is ready, we all go and sit at the table and dinner is brought out, and we all say grace for the food and for the fun that we are about to have after dinner. My ears prick up on this and I look at you, you have a mischievous look on your face and wink at me, we all dig in as soon as grace is done, but during the meal I feel your hand sliding under my dress and playing with my pussy and your parents noticed that my dress moved up and showed off my shaved pussy as it was a glass table, and i could see that your dad and bro were starting to get horny and the same with you, I mentioned to your mum it is a wonderful meal once we have finished. I get up and excuse myself and go to the bathroom and changed into my lingerie and put the tail plug in my ass, I come back out to see that everyone is naked and 3 BBC were nice and erected, I come over and kneel down and start sucking dads cock, he starts to moan and he grabs my head and thrusts his cock towards the back of my throat, I start to gag, but he keeps going till a load of cum sprays into my mouth, the same thing happens with you and your bro. I stand up and start kissing your mum with tongue and playing with her pussy till she cums, we all go to the bedroom and see that all the toys are out and that there is rope to tie both your mum and I up so that you boys can fuck us like crazy. But first you get your mum and I to lay down on our backs and legs spread apart, you gently start stroking your cock against my pussy, while your bro has his in my mouth, your dad does the same with your mums pussy, you both look at each other and push your cocks into our pussy and start to pound, it starts off slowly and then increases in intensity, you both eventually cum in our pussy and we moan with excitement. After a bit of rest, your mum and I start to use the toys any enjoy every bit of it while you and bro and dad are watching and stroking your cocks, dad decided that he would have his way with me and stick his cock in my pussy, I gasp at the size of cock and he then starts to pound my pussy like no tomorrow and eventually cum. We all have fun that night, I’m invited to stay the night, which I accept and we all sleep soundly in our rooms, I stay in your room and we have our own fun and then we eventually fall asleep. I wake up first and look over and your still sleeping, I start to stroke your cock and you begin to wake up, I hop on your cock, and start to fuck you and by then your fully awake, and we fuck, moaning loudly, you cum in my pussy, I kiss you good morning and go and have a shower and get all my things together, I have breakfast with everybody and you bring me back to my place, I give you a goodbye kiss and say until next time.

4 April 2026

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After meeting you at a friend's party, we secretly meet back at my place. We have a glass of wine and quietly laugh together now that we are alone. We look at each other with red hot anticipation and desire, both of us grinning madly. After a few more comments and giggles, I wrap my arms firmly around your waist and pull you towards me where I start kissing your beautiful lips and neck. I lead you to the bedroom and your breath quickens as I undress you slowly. I caress your womanly curves, and kiss and lick every inch of your naked body. Once you are fully aroused, I lick and kiss your pussy and butt, making you soaking wet and shaking crazily. Once you can't take anymore, my rock-hard cock enters you, and you gasp with pleasure as I start to thrust slowly and deeply. We both start to thrust harder in sync with each other, gasping for breath, and enjoying each other's faces, bodies, tastes and smells. I continue kissing your lips and body as we fuck each other endlessly, and with our minds in another world, we both come with mind-bending orgasms. We hold each other tightly, shaking together. Not wanting the experience to end, we start to slowly kiss each other again...

31 March 2026

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Thought I’d write about the first time my girlfriend got me into some really slutty gloryhole play. We’ve been doing it for a couple of years now but I guess it all started about five years ago when we were on holiday in Cairns. She’d shared me with other people before and she knew I enjoyed giving head, but she had no idea I’d get such a thrill out of gloryhole play. Until a guy suggested it. We’d been fooling around casually while on holiday and met this laid-back guy, a bit older than us. My girlfriend liked him straight away—she’s naturally dominant and he responded to that. He took control of situations easily and she liked watching how obedient I became around him. Pretty quickly it turned into a routine where he’d come over to our place most nights while we were in FNQ. On the last night he texted asking what we were doing. It was cold and raining so we said we were just staying in and invited him over. Instead he asked if we’d meet him at a local adult shop/video arcade. Said it would be fun and promised we’d enjoy it. At first neither of us were keen. The place sounded sleazy. But he insisted and offered to pay entry if we just came to check it out. So we thought… what the hell. You only live once. The place was chaotic when we walked in. Some guy was arguing with the person behind the counter and stormed out. Our friend paid for three tickets “for upstairs”. Behind the counter was an older couple who barely looked up. We went up these creaky stairs and at the top was a busted turnstile that didn’t work. Just as we were about to turn around and leave, some younger guy appeared and asked for our tickets. Our friend winked at my girlfriend, gave me a look that said trust me, and we followed him in. It was dark. Really dark. Lots of men wandering around and small booths with screens in them. And as soon as we stepped inside, people noticed my girlfriend. She had that confident energy. She stood out instantly. Our friend guided us into a booth and put his foot in the door of the booth beside it. He asked if she wanted to join me inside. She did. The booth was cramped and we just looked at each other like what the hell is happening? Then we heard rustling from the booth next door. There was a gloryhole between the walls. And a moment later we saw our friend push himself through the opening. My girlfriend smiled at me. Then she grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down. “Go on,” she whispered. So I did. I got on my knees and started sucking him through the wall while she stood above me, one hand gripping my hair, the other rubbing my crotch. After about a minute he called out loudly, asking her if she wanted to switch sides for a bit. She looked down at me. Smirked. Then told me to stay right where I was. She stepped out of the booth and went next door with him, leaving me kneeling there. A moment later another cock appeared through the hole. And I heard her voice through the wall telling me what to do. So I obeyed. It was strangely intense doing it without seeing the guy at all. After a while she told me to stop and hold still. I felt her fingers through the hole, gripping me, making sure I was paying attention. Then she leaned down and quietly said through the wall: “You know there’s another gloryhole on the other side too, right?” I froze. Then I heard the sound. Someone else. Another cock being pushed through the wall behind me. And her voice telling me calmly to start. So there I was, kneeling in this tiny dark booth, sucking one guy while another waited his turn, my girlfriend somewhere on the other side watching and enjoying every second. After a while there was knocking on the wall. I didn’t understand at first until someone outside said it meant a guy was about to finish. My girlfriend laughed softly. Then told me not to move. A moment later I felt it. When I finally leaned back she opened the door and looked down at me. Her eyes had that intense, satisfied look she gets when she’s in control. More guys started lining up. She stood nearby watching them take turns walking into the booth. At one point someone came out and said loudly to the others: “He swallowed.” That made her grin. By the end of the night I’d lost count of how many men had used that booth. Maybe twenty. Maybe more. Eventually it slowed down and she opened the door again. My face was a mess, my hair a disaster, and she looked incredibly pleased with herself. She grabbed my chin, lifted my head, and kissed me hard. Then we left and went straight back to the hotel to clean up before heading to a nearby bar. While we were sitting there having drinks, she went to the bathroom. Something had been bugging me though. So I turned to our friend and asked why so many guys had shown up so quickly. He smiled. And told me he’d posted an ad online earlier in the evening. With instructions. And apparently a lot of people had responded. When my girlfriend came back she raised her glass. “To CAIRNS,” she said. Then she looked at me with that same wicked smile.

20 March 2026

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"How far is Clunes?" "Not far," replied Grant to Valerie. "About another few minutes I think." "Okay," replied Valerie. "I haven't been this way for years and one's advancing years can have an impact on one's memory." Grant laughed. "As I keep saying Valerie age is just a number." Grant was a senior librarian at a municipal council library service responsible for collection development and acquisitions. Grant had met Valerie one day when he was on a reference desk shift at one of his libraries and the two of them had struck up a conversation about books and writing styles. It transpired that Valerie taught creative writing at university and had a number of textbooks published in her name. Over time they developed a casual friendship which prior to now really only extended to lengthy discussions about books in the library. Occasionally they would run into each other in the supermarket or the local shopping centre. Valerie was 60, divorced and had one daughter who lived interstate and was a lawyer. Valerie looked after herself and cut a fine figure, was tall with curves in the right places, a nice round bottom, blue eyes and an infectious laugh. Valerie looked pretty good either in leisurewear or more formal attire. Grant was 51, separated with two young adults, one at university and the other finding her way in the corporate world. Oddly enough they lived in the same suburb but at either end. Grant was more bookish in appearance, wore waistcoats and shirts with French cuffs. Valerie regularly commented about Grant's appearance in favourable terms and noted that his dress sense put other staff to shame. Grant and Valerie were on their way to the Clunes Booktown festival at the town of the same name. Over the years it had developed into a world-famous event which drew large crowds, respected authors and well-known booksellers. One day at the library, Grant ran into Valerie and mentioned he was going to Clunes. "So am I," exclaimed Valerie. "I would have mentioned it earlier but I've been interstate for a while and haven't had a chance to catch up and tell you I am chairing an event on creative writing for textbooks. When are you going?" "Sounds good," Grant replied. "Most likely Saturday just for the day as I am working Sunday or I should say I've volunteered for Sunday as we are a little down on staff at present. When is your workshop? I recall it was the Saturday morning?" "Correct," said Valerie. "Would you care to attend and ask impertinent questions?" "Ha!" laughed Grant. "I'll see what I can do. I really have a full agenda to visit some booksellers and spend some ratepayer money. If you like, we could travel together to save on driving. Normally I'd catch the train but I think I'll be coming back with lots of goodies so I'll be taking my car." "Thank you Grant," replied Valerie. "I'd appreciate that. What time would you like to leave? You can either pick me up or I can meet you somewhere?" "I don't know where you live," Grant said. "You never asked," mused Valerie with a laugh. "How about we meet here instead? We can grab a coffee at Dose across the road. They open early on Saturdays." "Agreed. I'd like to be on our way by 0730 if we can as it will take about two hours. Your workshop is at 1100 so it should give us time," Grant noted. "It's a date," Valerie said with a twinkle in her eye. "See you on Saturday at Dose at 0700. You and your 24-hour time! Love it! Oh I need your number as well!" So that is how Grant and Valerie came to be travelling to Clunes for the Booktown Festival. Grant felt relaxed and enjoyed listening to Valerie's stories about life as an author and being subjected to all the idiosyncrasies of the publishing industry from bullying editors to stalking fans and arrogant authors. "You had a stalker over a textbook?" Grant asked incredulously. Valerie laughed and launched into another story. They arrived at Clunes and agreed to keep in touch during the day and perhaps meet for lunch. As it happened they didn't cross paths until towards the end of the day when Grant texted Valerie to ask if she was ready for departure and home. "Yes. Sorry. Super fun day. See you at the coffee place on the corner Val," was the message received. As Grant waited after loading the SUV up with boxes of books for his libraries, his phone pinged. It was Mike from the library. "Hey Mike," said Grant. "What's up? I am still at Clunes but ready to head home." "Don't bother rushing back. Did you get an alert? Most of Chelsea has lost power for at least 24 hours due to a fire. Water is out as well. Looks like we might have to shut Cheslea and Dingley tomorrow if it is not resolved." "Gawd," Grant responded. "Are you the duty leader this weekend? Have you let Jo B know?" "100% done and done. Libraries are closed. Updating socials as we speak. You might want to stay in Ballarat tonight," Mike reported. "Furthermore there is toxic smoke alerts from the fire across your end of town and many local roads are closed. You might have trouble getting home. Oh and I forgot to mention the Western Highway is closed until further notice due to an accident. Truck versus truck versus truck. A complete mess!" "Noted," Grant said. "Thanks for the tip. I'll be in touch." "Well hello there," Valerie sang as she arrived with a bag full of books. "Is there room for more?" "Absolutely," Grant replied. He then launched into an update about what was happening in Chelsea. "Oh dear," Valerie said. "Not good." "Indeed. Do you have a friend or somewhere you can stay with?" Grant asked. "I am really at a loss as to what to do?" "Fuck it," Valerie said. "Let's go to Ballarat. I'll spring for some rooms at the Craig Hotel in town. My treat. Besides, I'd like to continue to chat with some friends I've caught up with at Clunes in Ballarat. We would probably have to go shopping for essentials like toothpaste." "Done," said Valerie. "We have apparently an adjourning set of suites. Last one two as they are fully booked." Grant thought about this idea. Oh well. Something to tell the team about on Monday. Besides he could use the time wisely to finish some reports. "Okay," Grant laughed. "Thanks for the offer. Let's get to Ballarat. I really appreciate it. I think there is a supermarket around the corner so we can grab what we need. The libraries are closed tomorrow in Chelsea and the Dingley area so there is no real rush to get home." They headed across to Ballarat and checked in at Craig's one of Ballarat's finer hotels with old world charm after doing some shopping for last minute essentials such as toothpaste. "I'm meeting my friends in the bar so feel free to join us," noted Valerie. "I might but I'm pretty tired and I need to follow up on some work things," replied Grant. "I'll see how I go after I have a shower." "OK all good, I'll text you or you can just pop down," said Valerie. Grant let himself into his room and noted the door leading presumably into the next room. He put down his bag, undressed and headed to the shower that was bigger than his entire bathroom. It was clearly built for two or more given the shower had two large roses at either end. Grant finished, dried off and walked into the main room naked just as Valerie was entering. "Arrrgh," exclaimed Grant and dived for the towel to cover his nakedness. "Oh my god," said Valerie, laughing. "Sorry for stumbling in. I think there is a mistake on the booking. I was assuming we had adjoining suites." "So what happens now?" asked Grant. Valerie dialled reception and after a short explanation hung up. "Well... it appears that this is in fact the room," explained Valerie with a wry smile. "The adjoining door goes to next door which is out of use due to refurbishment. Oh well. I guess this will have to do. It's quite nice from what I can see unless you want to look elsewhere?" Grant thought for a minute. "All good I guess, besides I am really tired. At least we don't have to worry about who gets what bed as they are both doubles," said Grant. "I hope you don't snore at least I think I don't." "That's the spirit," laughed Valerie. "OK well my turn to have a shower and then shall we pop down to the bar for a while?" "Sure. I'll see you down there," said Grant. Valerie undressed and marveled at the size of the bathroom and shower. As she soaped up she also mused about seeing Grant naked. All of him. She thought that for 50 he cut a fine figure and clearly looked after himself. She also noted his cock which was cut and briefly imagined it erect. Grant's bottom looked tight too Valerie thought further. Valerie's fingers idly massaged her pussy as she washed and their was a brief tingle. How long was it since she had a man inside her? Other deeper thoughts bubbled to the surface but were quickly banished as Valerie gathered her senses. Besides her neck was quite stiff and sore. She would need to see her chiropractor tomorrow if possible. Valerie dressed and joined Grant in the bar. She waved her friends over as they walked in. Soon drinks were obtained and the discussion settled on the events of the day at Clunes. The group decided a quick dinner was the order of the night before retiring early. Grant excused himself after dinner and before the coffee arrived and announced he was heading upstairs to check on some emails before heading to bed. Back in the room, Grant opened his laptop and logged in. Soon he was immersed in some reports and email responses. After about an hour he heard the door open and Valerie walked in. "What a nice evening but fuck it is brutally cold outside," Valerie reported. "And now raining," said Grant. "Welcome to Ballarat!" Valerie sat down on the couch with a sigh and started rubbing her neck and grimaced. "You ok?," asked Grant. "My neck," explained Valerie. "I think I might have kinked it playing netball. You're not a physio or chiro on the side by any chance?" "No but I can massage it if that helps," said Grant before realising what he said. "I mean... it might help." "Why not," said Valerie. "Come over to the couch." Grant walked over and sat close to Valerie who then turned with her back to him. Grant thought to himself that Valerie smelt rather nice. "Tell me where and what to do and I'll see what I can do," said Grant. Valerie explained where the stiffness was and Grant started working the area with his two hands. "Mmmm, that's good," sighed Valerie. "More pressure if you can and work your way down my spine too". Grant did as instructed and continued with the massage. "Ooohh...," said Valerie. "That's good. I am feeling better. If you have a female friend she is very lucky! Your hands feel good." "Hmmm not at present," replied Grant. "But thanks for the compliment. I might need to stop shortly for a rest." "Sure," said Valerie and by now was resting against Grant. Valerie's breathing was deep. Grant slowed down and focused on the neck area. The room was silent apart from the rain on the windows. He got the feeling that Valerie was thinking about saying something significant. "I hope you don't mind me saying it Grant," said Valerie softly. "I enjoyed your little accident out of the shower. I must admit you scrub up well for a 50yo librarian." "Umm... thanks," said Grant nervously. "You have a nice bottom as well," laughed Valerie. "Not that I was noticing too much." "Duly noted," said Grant. He was starting to feel rather light headed. "Okay, I'll be honest," said Valerie. "I am actually feeling quite aroused. Seeing you naked started it so you are to blame for that and your massage has continued the thoughts." By this time Grant had stopped and his hands rested on either side of Valerie's thighs. Suddenly she grabbed them and placed them on her tummy. "You don't mind? I am feeling very comfortable and relaxed," sighed Valerie. "No," said Grant and gently nuzzled his face Valerie on the nape of her neck in an effort to get more comfortable. "Did you just kiss me? If so please continue," mused Valerie. "I... I... no...," stammered Grant. "Well that felt nice. I like being kissed there," said Valerie with a sigh. Grant thought briefly and then kissed Valerie gently on the neck. "Mmmm... yes that was nice," said Valerie. "Don't stop on my account." Grant felt a twitch. He too was getting aroused. He hoped Valerie wouldn't notice. The evening was taking an interesting turn. "Anywhere else? Just for the record of course," asked Grant. Valerie laughed and turned gently to face Grant. Valerie then kissed Grant on the cheek followed by a gentle nuzzle on his mouth. Grant responded in turn and put one of his hands on the back of Valerie's head and neck and slowly stroked her hair. By this time Valerie was very turned on. She felt a moistness rising in her pussy and her nipples were hard. Grant gently moved his other hand up towards one of her breasts. "Mmmmm.... that's nice," cooed Valerie as Grant's hand rested on her breast and had started gently playing with the now erect nipple. They continued kissing gently at first but now their tongues were tentatively exploring each other's mouths. "I think we should lie down," said Grant with a husky voice. "Mmm...," replied Valerie and stood up with Grant. They faced each other and Valerie's hand moved down to Grant's crotch exploring the growing bulge. Grant moved his hands down to cusp Valerie's bottom and pulled her in gently. "Mmmm you feel good," Valerie mused as her hand started to loosen Grant's belt and undo his pants. Soon his pants were down and Valerie admired the growing bulge in Grant's underpants. They moved to the bed and Valerie flicked back the doona and started getting undressed. "Everything off Grant, I'm so wanting to lie down," instructed Valerie. Grant undressed and his cock was relieved to be unrestrained. Grant was surprised how hard he was. The head of his cock was engorged and already some drops of precum had started to ooze out. Grant felt a familiar movement in his balls. Valerie by now was fully naked and prone on her side. Her breasts were round and despite her age were still full. Both nipples were erect and hard. Valerie slowing was fingering her pussy which by now was glistening with wetness and admired Grant's firm, hard erection. Grant lay down beside her and they embraced once again. Grant's hands stroked Valerie's curvy bottom and ran along the crack. "Allow me," groaned Grant and gently moved one of his hands to her pussy and started exploring with his fingers. Valerie groaned with pleasure and moved her legs apart to enable Grant to slip one then two fingers in. "Ugggh, fuck yes," groaned Valerie. "You don't need a map." Grant fingers had found her clitoris and were gently massaging the engorged ball of flesh. "My nipples are really sensitive, please kiss and suck on them," murmured Valerie. Grant obliged and soon his tongue was swirling around each nipple in turn. He sucked on them and heard a sharp intake of breath from Valerie. Valerie's hand found Grant's erect cock and was slowing rubbing up and down the thick shaft. By now Grant had secreted quite a bit of precum which was being massaged across the engorged head of his cock. "Yes... yes... mmmm," sighed Grant. Soon Valerie was gently massaging his balls before running her hand up and down his shaft. Grant groaned with pleasure. "Ohhh yes... I am so needing this," sighed Valerie. "Use your fingers more on my clit..." Grant continued with increased pressure and soon heard Valerie start to pant. "Fuck... I want you inside me," panted Valerie. "Do you want me?" "I think so yes," replied Grant with a husky croak. "I think that might be a little obvious." By this time Valerie was on her back, legs spread and Grant's fingers still gently but firmly caressing her engorged clitoris. Grant moved across and positioned himself. Valerie looked directly at him with a smile and guided his cock across her pussy and placed the head at the entrance. Grant lowered himself gently inside Valerie with a sigh. "Oooh.... that feels good," panted Grant and he started to gently thrust inside. "Tell me what to do and what works and stuff." "Mmmm agree. Oh let's make love," sighed Valerie. "I might need to finger myself as sometimes I can't orgasm with a penis inside me but you are making a good start." The room was soon filled with sighs, moans and whispers from the pair. Grant thrusted rhythmically and every time he pushed in it was met with a groan from Valerie. Grant knew that he would cum soon but wanted to make Valerie cum so it required every ounce of self control and concentration. "Faster Grant, go faster if you can," moaned Valerie. "I am getting close." "Me too," agreed Grant. His balls were in turmoil and a pleasing pressure was building up. "Oh baby yes, yes, mmmm, mmmm fuck, yes," cried Valerie. "Val, I can't hold back too much longer. I am close to cumming," groaned Grant. Grant thrusted harder and Valerie was fingering herself faster and faster. "I'm gonna....ugh oh fuck mmmm," Grant exclaimed as the first of several spurts of hot cum erupted from his cock deep inside Valerie. "Mmmm sorry oh yes mmmm gawd!" Valerie felt a warmth spreading inside and Grant's cock puslating and twitching as another and another spurt of Grant's creamy cum jetted from him as Grant was panting and groaning. "YES, fuck yes, yes don't stop babe. Yes, YES OH GOD FUCK!," Valerie cried as she shuddered into an intense climatic release of pressure. Valerie's pussy pulsated and seemed to milk Grant's cock. Grant started to slow down. He was spent and drained and felt very hot and clammy. He had not had such an intense orgasm like that for some time. Valerie scraped her fingers down Grant's back as the shuddering started to subside. She released that they had more or less had orgasmed at the same time. "Oh my! Baby that was so good. I needed that," panted Valerie gasping for breath. "How are you?" "Fine," smiled Grant and kissed her deeply. "It's been a while. You are very, very hot and sexy." "Not bad for 60," laughed Valerie. "Let's cuddle." They held each other tightly, stroking each other and gently kissing. Soon Valerie's breathing grew deeper. She had not felt this way for a long time and there were many questions to ask and answer and thoughts to process. However now she enjoyed the warm glow and being in Grant's arms. "Same time tomorrow," whispered Valerie. "I'm game if you are." "Sure," agreed Grant. "But breakfast first." The two adjusted the doona and snuggled back down with Grant cuddling Valerie's back. Soon the two were asleep helped by the sound of the gentle rain outside.

17 March 2026

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Selma is 24 en op zoek naar een sexmaatje. Ze wil nog geen vaste partner maar wel regelmatig neuken. Ze zet een advertentie met de tekst. “Geile meid van 24 met twee grote F cups en kaal kutje wil ten minste 1x per week neuken met groot geschapen zwarte neger. Interesse? Bel me dan”. Vier mannen reageren. Rob / Rein / Jan en Rien. Selma nodigt ze allemaal op een andere avond uit om te testen. Binnen een dag heeft vier serieuze reacties. Ze screent ze kort via app en nodigt ze alle vier uit, op vier verschillende avonden in dezelfde week, met exact hetzelfde doel: uitzoeken wie haar écht kan geven wat ze zoekt. Geen relatiepraat, geen kusjes op de mond, geen blijf-slapen. Alleen keihard, regelmatig, groot geschapen neuken zoals ze het letterlijk in de advertentie heeft gezet. Ze spreekt met iedereen af in haar eigen appartement, zelfde tijd, zelfde dresscode: zij in alleen string + oversized shirt zonder bh, in de woonkamer op de bank wachtend, lichten gedimd, muziek zachtjes aan. Maandag. Rob (28, sportschooltype, Nederlands-Antilliaans, 19 cm gemeten) Rob is de eerste. Lang, gespierd, zelfverzekerd. Hij komt binnen, ziet Selma op de bank zitten met haar benen licht gespreid, shirt al half opgetrokken zodat haar zware F-cups vrij hangen. Hij zegt geen woord te veel, trekt zijn broek omlaag en laat zien dat hij dik én lang is.Selma gaat direct op haar knieën. Ze likt eerst langzaam over de hele schacht, zuigt de eikel diep in haar mond tot ze kokhalst, tranen in haar ogen, maar ze gaat door. Rob pakt haar hoofd vast en neukt haar keel vrij hard. Na drie minuten trekt hij haar omhoog, draait haar om, trekt haar string opzij en ramt in één keer helemaal naar binnen. Haar kutje is al drijfnat.Hij neukt haar in doggy op de bank, hard en ritmisch, haar tieten slaan wild heen en weer. Selma komt na een minuut of zes al klaar, gillend, kutje knijpend rond zijn pik. Rob trekt zich terug, draait haar op haar rug, duwt haar benen wijd en ramt nog dieper. Hij houdt het bijna 25 minuten vol voordat hij haar vraagt waar ze het wil hebben. “Over mijn tieten,” hijgt ze. Hij verlaat haar kutje en pompt vier dikke stralen over haar F-cups en haar kin. Oordeel Selma na afloop: Goed formaat, lekker hard, komt snel klaar bij haar. Maar ze mist net dat héétste randje. Score: 7,5/10. Dinsdag. Rein (31, Surinaams, 21,5 cm, erg dik) Rein is zwaarder gebouwd, minder sixpack, maar zijn pik is een monster: erg dik, licht omhoog gebogen, aderen overal. Selma ziet ’m staan als hij zijn boxer uitdoet en haar kutje trekt al samen van pure verwachting. Ze begint niet met pijpen, ze wil hem meteen voelen. Ze gaat op haar rug liggen, trekt haar knieën op en zegt: “Kom, ram ’m d’r in.” Rein duwt traag maar onverbiddelijk naar binnen. Ze voelt elke centimeter rekken, het doet even pijn, maar dan overstemt genot alles. Hij neukt haar in missionair, diep, langzaam maar krachtig. Na vijf minuten vraagt ze hem harder. Hij geeft gas. Haar kutje maakt obscene soppende geluiden, ze komt twee keer vrij snel na elkaar, spuit zelfs een klein beetje over zijn onderbuik. Daarna wil ze cowgirl. Ze rijdt hem als een bezetene, tieten in zijn gezicht gedrukt, terwijl hij haar kont vastgrijpt en haar omlaag trekt. Uiteindelijk draait hij haar om in reverse cowgirl, slaat op haar billen en neukt haar van onderen omhoog tot ze weer klaarkomt. Hij komt pas als ze hem smeekt om in haar klaar te komen. Hij pompt alles diep naar binnen, trekt langzaam terug en kijkt hoe zijn zaad uit haar kaalgeschoren kutje druppelt. Oordeel Selma: Formaat perfect, dikte perfect, uithoudingsvermogen top, komt diep klaar zoals ze wil. Score: 9/10. Woensdag. Jan (26, half Nigeriaans, 20 cm, recht en keihard) Jan is slanker, maar zijn erectie staat als een paal recht vooruit. Hij is ook het meest dominant van de vier. Komt binnen, zegt alleen: “Uitkleden.” Selma trekt direct alles uit. Hij duwt haar tegen de muur, tilt één been op en neukt haar staand, hard en snel.Ze komt binnen drie minuten klaar omdat hij precies haar G-spot blijft raken. Daarna gooit hij haar op bed, polsen boven haar hoofd vastgehouden met één hand, en neukt haar Keihard en diep. Hij gaat zo diep dat ze het in haar baarmoeder voelt. Ze schreeuwt het uit, komt nog twee keer. Hij trekt haar haren naar achteren en fluistert vieze dingen terwijl hij haar blijft beuken. Uiteindelijk vraagt hij: “Mond of kut?” Ze kiest mond. Hij trekt eruit, duwt zijn pik tot achter in haar keel en spuit alles recht haar slokdarm in. Ze slikt alles door. Oordeel Selma: Heel dominant, keiharde neukstijl, lekker vies. Iets minder dik dan Rein, maar de attitude compenseert. Score: 8,5/10. Donderdag. Rien (33, puur West-Afrikaans, 22 cm, zwaar geschapen) Rien is de langste en zwaarste van de vier. Komt binnen met een rustige glimlach, maar zodra hij naakt is ziet Selma waarom hij zo zelfverzekerd is: zijn pik hangt al half hard bijna tot halverwege zijn bovenbeen.Ze begint hem te pijpen, maar na twee minuten zegt hij: “Genoeg.” Hij tilt haar op alsof ze niets weegt, draagt haar naar de eettafel, legt haar op haar rug met haar kont net over de rand. Hij spreidt haar benen wijd en duwt in één keer tot aan de ballen naar binnen. Selma gilt het uit, het is te diep, te vol. Hij geeft haar geen tijd om te wennen en begint keihard te stoten. Haar tieten deinen wild, ze komt binnen een minuut klaar, dan nog een keer, en dan squirt ze echt, een straal over zijn onderbuik en de tafel.Hij draait haar om, buigt haar over de tafel, trekt haar armen naar achteren als teugels en ramt haar van achteren terwijl hij haar billen rood slaat. Na 30 minuten non-stop beuken trekt hij eruit, draait haar om en spuit een enorme lading over haar gezicht, haar open mond en haar tieten. Er druipt zaad van haar kin op haar F-cups. Oordeel Selma: Grootste formaat, meeste impact, meest intens. Ze kan de volgende dag amper lopen, maar haar kutje tintelt nog uren na. Score: 9,5/10. Eindoordeel Selma: • Rob, goed, maar niet speciaal genoeg • Rein, dik, diep, veel zaad in d’r. Is favoriet tot nu toe • Jan, dominant en vies. Is ook erg sterk • Rien, monsterpik + beestmodus, wint nipt Ze stuurt donderdagavond laat nog een bericht naar alle vier: “Jullie waren alle vier lekker. Ik ga voorlopig met Rien verder. Misschien later nog een keer met Rein erbij. Dankjewel jongens.” En dan doet ze de gordijnen dicht, gaat op bed liggen met haar grootste dildo en denkt aan hoe Rien haar volgende week weer helemaal vol gaat pompen. Precies zoals ze het wilde: regelmatig, groot, zwart, en géén vaste relatie.

14 March 2026

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My partner works in a hair salon and I had been chatting with a client of hers that lived nearby. After my partner would go to bed, I would stay up have a few drinks and chat to her. It started innocently enough and the more we talked the more it became obvious that we were both getting horny. I found it such a turn on to be doing something so wrong but felt so right. I would look forward to chatting to her so I could get horny. After some time I realised she was keen for a hook up. We planned a catch up 6 am Sunday morning. I couldn't sleep that night so dam horny. I had to sneek out of my place so my Mrs didn't know and pretend I was going out to get petrol. I couldn't hide my anticipation and I got out without my partner knowing that I left . I remember turning up at her place and she took some time to answer to door - I was so excited, so nervous and so dam horny. She finally comes down to greet me she says you can park your car over there. We moved inside the house and it felt a tad weird and she says are you sure you want to go through with this I gave her a big hug - I said absolutely. We moved into the bedroom and she just took off all her clothes and I thought shit ok - I took off all my clothes - her reaction to seeing my cock was so good. She gets down on her knees and goes down on me and OMG did it feel good. I was so full of cum. After a little bit of time I was so eager to go down on her - when I parted her legs I saw the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen - I quickly go down on her and she says you know exactly where to go - she says I don't want to cum yet but I couldn't stop. I sucked her knob and I slid my tongue between her flaps - so devine I couldn't wait any longer so I stood up and moved my cock between her legs- I did not anticipate what was next. I slowly slid my cock into her pussy and I could not believe how Tight her pussy was. Its like I couldn't breath. I held on for as long as I could and then I cummed so hard. To this day the most amazing sexual experience I have ever had. I felt so divided between loving my partner, and wanting the most amazing pussy - I was so excited to be doing the wrong thing but it was so right and so wrong I used to look through the photos on this website - now I read the stories...

10 March 2026

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I just had to share this story with you as it was so horny. I recently dreamt about an old acquaintance I had met on AMM some time ago. The dream was different to what happened when I dallied with her all that time ago but hey, dreams are like that. I woke soon after the dream which was lucky as I usually have trouble remembering how my dreams go. Not so in this case due to it being close to the time I usually arose and it was getting light outside. I was so turned on, I sat up and stacked my pillows up against the bed head, got comfortable and proceeded to pull myself as I reminisced about this woman and her body. I got so close to an orgasm and a mighty blow but I didn’t quite make it (old age is a bitch) before giving up and heading out to breakfast. The dog whining about not having been fed didn’t help my orgasm either! If he could talk I am sure he would have said “stop pulling yourself and feed me, you selfish bastard!” As I was having breakfast my mind once again wandered to thoughts of that woman from so long ago. She was a Pom. My experience with Poms is that they are (and this I grant you is a generalization) randy little devils. Reserved and lady like in public but sexual animals in bed and this woman was no different. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t a slut. Nothing against sluts, some of my best encounters have been with sluts and I enjoyed every minute being with them. I liked to consider myself a slut at one stage, I certainly tried hard enough but I couldn’t keep up with the sheer quantity of cock that my female counterparts seem to be able to harvest. Anyway, she just didn’t hold back in bed. I had messaged her initially, no, I am wrong, she had originally sent me a message which was VERY unusual for me as I had had to message any women I was interested in to that time. That seemed to be the case with other guys I had enquired as to how they had gone on AMM to date as far as them having to initiate contact. Too many guys and not enough women I suppose. Anyway, she had sent me a message, not because I had a sexy profile page but because I lived relatively close to her or actually in the Goldilocks zone of not too close and not too far away. So it was a convenience thing more than anything. After a phone call, we met up for the first time for a coffee, to check each out. She was a lot smarter than I. She had a Phd and I had a lowly….well we won’t go into that. She was of average height at around 5 foot 5 inches and a little heavily set, not fat but solid and a nice roll of tits (her tits filled out a knitted top type thingy that sort of formed a “roll” across her chest if you know what I mean) that I glimpsed subtly as we sat there talking. She was an “older woman” at 63 and I was 57 at the time. I checked the date on photos taken soon after and that allowed me to work out my age at the time and I remember her telling me that she was 63. We parted from the coffee shop and after what must have been a day or so she phoned and we had a sexy conversation that ended in her inviting me up to her house and she suggested that I bring my pyjamas. That went down well with both of us and I showed up at her place, overnight bag in hand. Our sexy conversation must have been more sexy than I remember as she showed me straight through to where I put my overnight bag in the bedroom. It is difficult to remember but I must have said I needed a shower and seemed to be disrobing in front of her. As I stood there completely naked, tool pointing directly at her, I remember taking hold of one of her breasts as I tugged at her poncho. She said “oh, am I over dressed?” (I do remember her saying that) and she peeled off the poncho to stand there only in her knickers. I slipped a finger into the waist band of her knickers. She took the hint and dropped her knickers to stand there naked, with a lovely smile that I can still remember and I also have a photo of her smile later on. I couldn’t help but look at her lovely body, noting the slight look of embarrassment that she got over fairly quickly. I was in my photographic period back then, taking photos of sexual encounters with my sexual partner’s permission of course. I had already cleared it with her prior to my arrival and she had agreed, provided that we review and edit them together afterwards which was honky dory with me. I took some photos as she stood there, her lovely average to big full tits, heavy set thighs and a slight tummy roll tapering in to her lightly haired pussy. I grabbed my camera and was clicking away madly as she warmed to the idea and posed. She put her hands up behind her head which presented her tits nicely (I just reviewed one of the photos to jog my memory), a full frontal shot displaying her nicely padded thighs that curved in to form that delightful vee shape between a woman’s legs that accentuated her lightly haired pussy (did I mention that before) appropriately. In another photo (one of my favourites) she is placing one leg up on the end of the bed to expose her twat as she holds one hand behind her head once again and the other trying to busy itself on the top of her breast, all with a lovely smile once more, thrusting out her tits as she was probably enjoying me taking photos of her. That’s what I mean about being a lady in public and a sex machine/exhibitionist in the bed room. Her hair didn’t really need holding up as it was fairly short anyway but it looked better and added to the shot. I was down on the floor (naked except for my camera) shooting up at her box from all angles as she giggled and adjusted her stance for me. Not to be left out she produced her phone and took some photos of my gear for her own photo collection. She had taken photos of her own conquests with previous lovers as photos on her AMM profile page. One I was envious of was her sucking some lucky fellow’s knob. Sadly I didn’t remember to get a photo of her sucking my tool later on! No use dwelling over spilt blow jobs I guess. There ensued a shower as she watched me. I flopped the tool around and paid particular attention to washing my balls. I gestured to her to join me and we both enjoyed soapy each other up. I love the feel of a woman’s soapy tits and buns, letting them squelch between my fingers all as she fumbles around with my slippery balls and cock. We spent the rest of the day with me sitting up on the bed with pillows propped behind me against the bed head and her straddling me, riding my tool or really just sitting on it as we talked. I played with her tits and pinched her nipples and sucked on them in breaks of our conversation. It went on for a fair time and every once it a while I sensed a blow or squirt of pre-cum shooting into her. Not an orgasm of hot jism, just a squirt of pre-cum. It was very pleasant, for me anyway, I can’t remember her even commenting on it. Maybe she didn’t feel it. We went to dinner at a local restaurant by the water that evening. As we were dressing for the evening, she had decided to wear a blouse that she told me needed ironing. She donned a nice pair of slacks and much to my delight, got about the house naked from the waist up, her half high heeled shoes clacking on the polished wooden floor as she busied herself turning on the iron and setting up the ironing board. I was mesmerised as she stood there ironing this blouse. The flimsy ironing board rocking and creaking, tits wobbling as she threw herself into her task. She grabbed up the freshly ironed blouse and headed off down the hallway with me ogling her lovely slacks adorned arse all the way. It was a lovely sight. The meal was good and as we tried to talk above the hubbub of this busy restaurant my eyes kept returning to gaze at her slightly freckled cleavage and her braless tits that I am sure she jiggled intentionally for me. She definitely pulled the open more at one stage. I do remember that. Afterwards, the noise of the restaurant and the local watering hole diminished as we walked along the quiet water front back to the car before retiring home to sleep for the night. When I say sleep I mean sleep interrupted by a root on at least two occasions that I can remember. I mounted her missionary style on the first occasion and frenzy fucked her, the bed bouncing about and squeaking as the animal in me surfaced. There were “ooos” and “aaahs” ushering forth from her which together with the squeaky bed certainly egged me on and I am sure I must have been grunting due to the effort I was putting in as I strived for my orgasm. She didn’t complain and we lay there afterwards both breathing heavily. In the middle of the night I was awakened by her hand rubbing all over my chest (I think it was). I fumbled about with her nightie and managed to find her clit and brought her off to a bed shaking, quietly screaming orgasm as I sucked on her tit. As she still panted, I grabbed her hand and led her out into the dimmed light of the combined kitchen, lounge and dining room that over looked the bay and bent her over along the kitchen bench and gave he a good seeing too which I think she enjoyed as much as me but I did notice her grimace (she had her head turned on its side) when I pushed my tool in initially. The following morning we had a bit of a cuddle and she said she would get up and make us some tea and bring it back to bed. As she rounded the end of the bed looking for her slippers I think, I could see her tits wobbling about as her nightie draped over them. Once she left the room, I stacked pillows up for both of us against the bed head once more and sat there waiting for my tea. I could hear her rummaging about in the kitchen. The bedroom window opened onto the back yard and the backyard bordered the local bush. It might have been a national park or similar. As I sat there waiting for my tea a bush turkey wandered across the yard. I could hear her coming down the hall and started to tell her about seeing the bush turkey. She tsked and said that they are a pest for some reason that I can’t remember and about then I completely lost my focus about the bush turkey as she reappeared with two cups of tea and no nightie, just her tits wobbling about delightfully as she fought not to spill the tea. She said something like “I thought you would like me better like this”. With a big smile, she put her cup down on the side table on her side of the bed and came around and placed my cup on my side table with her tits wobbling all of the way. As she put my cup down I took advantage of the situation and filled my cupped hand with as much as I could of her nearest tit as it dangled down. She smiled a cheeky grin, dawdled briefly giving me time to feel her up before returning to the bottom of the bed. She slipped off her knickers, thrust out her chest and swung her tits from side to side with a lovely approval seeking smile. I think by that time I had pulled my tool out of the fly of my PJs and proceeded to pull myself as I watched the show. When I am wanking I usually slip my other hand under my balls and pulsate my fingers on my perineum and prostate to increase my pleasure. She looked up and seeing me handling myself proceeded to do a sexy dance holding her tits up with her hands and jiggling them around for me. There was a brief frantic pause in wanking as I ripped off my PJ top and pants, dispatching them across the room, dragged the bedclothes back over my legs and wedged a roll of sheet and blanket up under my scrotum, holding it there and pulsating against the perineum and prostate with my left hand as I resumed abusing my tool with my right. My hand and fingers went into overdrive and she chuckled as she continued her show, wandering up beside the bed to run her hand over my chest and so that I could feel up her tits again. Its times like that that you need another hand or two. In this case the prostate lost out as my hand squeezed her dangling tit. The lovely feel of her boob slowed my wanking as I savoured the wonderful softness of her tits. On the other hand, my excitement hadn’t receded as my right hand resumed its wanking with more fervour. The bed was rocking and jumping about as I more proceeded to more fuck my hand than pull myself, thrusting my hips to drive my tool up and down in my hand. Eventually I must have been getting tired and slumped back against my pillows as she took over. Bending over me and taking my pre-cum drenched tool in her hand, she tried at first to pull the slippery foreskin up over the knob (a futile gesture) and then after a brief slow sensual stroking of my erection, she settled into a steady rhythm as we listened to the squishing sound of my foreskin and her hand sliding up and down my rock hard erection. She paused briefly to pull my saggy ball sac up from between my legs and cupped my balls in her other hand. I had shaved my balls and cock the day before in preparation for the weekends debauchery and as is the usual problem with my freshly shaved ball sac, the gnarly turkey neck skin of the sac sticks to the inside of my thighs. I guess there is a reason for hairy balls after all, it must be so that they don’t stick or chafe on your inner legs so I suppose I deserved all I got in the discomfort department as she hauled my balls out from between my legs. Not to let her equipment go to waste, I slipped my finger into her twat as I lay there being serviced. The plump lips formed around my finger as it slipped in and out of her warm, slippery little hole. Tit in one hand, fingers of other hand fingering vigorously and her fondling my balls and laying into my rampant cock, it was like some debauched game of twister. It was all too horny, so much so that I couldn’t control myself and blew hard and strong, shooting a spurt of hot jism up in the air to plunge down to land on my stomach and legs. She let out a little “oooooh” and a big smile in response to my spurt of hot, white goo, continuing her work, until I begged her to stop as my knob was getting over sensitive and it was starting to hurt. I was exhausted. I slumped down and she consoled me, climbing into bed and reclining against her pillow to sip on her tea. I wiped the jism and pre-cum off my legs and her hand. She had continued to stroke me after I blew, trying to drain my poor tool, holding the knob and running a finger along under my tool the full length of my urethra to urge every last drop of cum out of me before wiping it off with tissues. After finishing our tea and talking about what, I can’t remember, we got up and had some breakfast. She said she had to make a couple of phone calls and suggested that I go back to bed and she would be in shortly. I think it was raining so it was a good day to stay in bed for a bit of debauchery or that was my thinking anyway and as it turned out hers as well. I only saw her once or twice after that. She told me that she was going on cruise I think it was or maybe back to England to see relatives, I can’t remember. Anyway we didn’t contact each other although I did send her an email some months later that she didn’t answer. I think I had been dumped but hey we both had had our fun and moved on I suppose.

3 March 2026

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