It started with a look. Georgie walked ahead of me, hips swaying like they had a personal vendetta against every sane thought I’d ever had. Her heels clicked sharply on the polished tile floor of the lingerie section — a warning shot if ever I heard one. Stockings, black lace, and delicate silks fluttered around us, but nothing came close to the dangerous curve of her smirk when she turned and said, “Pick one. I’ll try it on… if you’re good.” Oh, I was already bad. I handed her a delicate, white lace set that looked like sin sewn into fabric — just to see how far she’d go. She disappeared into the change room, but the curtain didn’t quite shut. That was deliberate. Everything about Georgie was deliberate. “Come in,” she purred, and that was it — the last thread of control snapped. I stepped into the tiny change room and pulled the curtain shut behind me. The lighting was low, warm, golden… like a secret whispered in the dark. Georgie stood with her back to me, hair loose down her back, wearing nothing but that lace. And heels. Those fucking heels. I moved in close. My hands found her hips, sliding along the smooth curve of her waist before pulling her back against me. She gasped — soft and sharp — as my lips traced the line of her neck, then lower, nibbling down to the swell of her breast. “You’re trouble,” she breathed. “And you’re about to get fucked like it,” I growled. She turned to face me, eyes smouldering. No hesitation. I pushed her gently back against the mirror, the cold glass making her arch with a gasp. My mouth was everywhere — throat, collarbone, the edge of her lace bra — tongue teasing, teeth scraping, hands pinning her like I’d claimed her for good. She moaned when my fingers slid beneath the waistband of her thong. Slick. Hot. Ready. “Fuck, Georgie,” I groaned, voice low and raw. “You’re soaked.” “Then do something about it.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I spun her around, her hands braced against the mirror. That perfect arse in those lace briefs had me right on the edge. I pulled them down just enough, then freed myself — thick, hard, desperate. She moaned as I teased her entrance, the head of my cock sliding between her folds. When I pushed inside her, we both lost our breath. She was tight, wet heat clenching around me as I thrust deep. My hand slid up her spine, gripping her hair, pulling her back so I could whisper filth into her ear. Every movement was rougher than the last — hips slamming, breath ragged, bodies colliding in a rhythm that echoed against the glass and velvet curtain. “You wanted this,” I growled, fucking her harder, watching our reflection. “You wore those heels on purpose.” She whimpered, “I wanted you to lose control.” I did. I gripped her hips and pounded into her, deeper, faster, until I felt her legs shake — her body tightening, her breath catching as she came hard around me, biting her own knuckle to muffle the cry. I followed with a grunt, buried deep, emptying myself inside her with one final, shuddering thrust. We stood there for a moment — breathing, pulsing, wrecked. Then Georgie looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin. “So,” she said, lips curling, “what do you think of the fit?”

29 June 2025

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The public pool was chaos — school holidays, a heatwave, and the place packed to the gills. Families everywhere. Lifeguards barking orders. The wet slap of feet on concrete echoing nonstop. But behind the change room door? That was another world entirely. She’d slipped me a look earlier — over the top of her sunglasses, blonde hair tied up in a messy bun, tits nearly spilling out of her black one-piece like they were trying to cause a riot. Curvy, wet, and every inch built for trouble. She mouthed just one word: Now. I followed her like a man hypnotised. The change room was humid, damp, and echoing. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The smell of chlorine mixed with cheap body spray and something darker: anticipation. She dragged me into the furthest stall, slammed the door shut, and pushed me against the cold tiled wall. “You’ve been staring all day,” she hissed, breath hot against his mouth. “About time you put that tongue to better use.” Her swimsuit had a zip — front and centre. She pulled it down slowly, letting her massive tits bounce free like they’d been caged too long. They were glistening with pool water… or maybe sweat. I didn’t care. I dropped to my knees like a worshipper at an altar. She moaned — loud. Reckless. The echo made it worse. Or better. Either way, neither of us were stopping. She sat on the little bench in the stall, spread her thick thighs, and pulled him in by the hair. I devoured her like a man starved — hands clutching her soft flesh, lips working like his life depended on it. “That’s it,” she panted. “Right there, fuck — yes!” The splash of a mop bucket outside made us freeze. A cleaner passed by, whistling. Didn’t even pause. The moment they were gone, she yanked me up, flipped me around, and dropped to her knees. Her mouth found me through my swimmers — biting, licking, tugging — until I was shaking against the stall wall, one hand gripping the door for dear life, the other fisting her hair as she swallowed me whole. i couldn’t last. Not with that view — her tits pressed together, eyes locked on mine, dripping from the pool and soaked now from me too. When she finally stood, she didn’t even pull the swimsuit back up. Just turned, bent over the bench, and looked at me over her shoulder. “You better be quick, lover. I think the swim school’s about to start.” I buried myself inside her in one filthy thrust. The sound was obscene — wet, raw, desperate. Her ass bounced back against me, every stroke deeper, harder, faster. The stall shook. The bench squeaked. Her moans were muffled by her hand — barely. “You gonna fill me up?” she growled, breath hitching. “Leave me dripping when the mums walk in?” I growled something unintelligible and came with a shudder, still pumping into her, holding her hips like I never wanted to let go. When it was over, she fixed her hair, zipped up — tits still slightly visible — and winked. “Swim’s over,” she whispered. “Better towel off.” I just leaned against the wall, panting, spent, and soaked.

28 June 2025

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They met in passing. A glance. A smirk. A whisper of something filthy shared between strangers. She was a blonde bombshell — a BBW with God-tier tits that looked like they needed a warning sign. Every step she took was a temptation. Her tight skirt hugged her wide hips like sin made flesh, and her blouse — low-cut and criminal — struggled to hold her in. Every man in the building looked. None had the balls to do what he was about to. They didn’t even make it to her flat. They barely made it off the landing before he shoved her against the wall of the emergency stairwell — concrete, cold, and echoing. “You filthy little tease,” he growled, hand already up her skirt. “You knew exactly what you were doing wearing this.” “No panties,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. “Thought I’d save you the trouble.” She was drenched. He spun her around, palms flat against the wall, ass out, skirt bunched at her waist — that thick, round backside begging to be ruined. And her tits? They were hanging heavy, pulled out of her top by his greedy hands and swaying with every hungry thrust he was just seconds from unleashing. The first spank echoed down the stairwell like a gunshot. She whimpered — then giggled. That filthy, shameless giggle that made his cock twitch like a loaded weapon. He dropped his pants just enough, then grabbed her by the hips and drove into her like a man starved. No teasing. No gentle build-up. Just raw, primal hunger. She yelped, hands slamming against the wall, then pushed back harder. Her thighs slapped against his, her moans bouncing off the concrete as he pounded her in rhythm with the beat of his own filth-fueled lust. Anyone could walk by. Someone was coming down the stairs. She didn’t care. She got louder. He grunted, one hand wrapped tight in her blonde hair, the other slapping her ass again just to hear her squeal. Her fat, juicy tits bounced with every movement, a perfect hypnotic rhythm that nearly made him explode on sight. She came hard — thighs shaking, breathless, nails scratching the paint off the wall. But he wasn’t done. He spun her, lifted one thick leg up onto the railing, and slid back inside — deeper this time. The stairwell echoed with skin-on-skin, the vulgar slap of bodies colliding, and her filthy, wanton cries. She looked him in the eyes as she bit down on her own fingers, those massive tits heaving, sweat beading between them. “You going to finish on me? In me? All over these stairs so someone steps in it later?” He didn’t answer. Just growled, buried himself to the hilt, and gave her everything. When it was over, she was ruined — makeup smeared, hair wild, skirt torn, and a puddle of sweat and other things glistening on the concrete below. She smiled, chest still heaving. “Next time… elevator?” He zipped up, slapped her arse one more time, and smirked. “Next time I won’t be so gentle.”

27 June 2025

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I knew she was trouble the moment she slid into the seat beside me—tight jeans, leather jacket, and that cascading fire of red hair catching flickers of screen light like it had secrets to whisper. She said nothing. Didn’t have to. The slow, deliberate crossing of her legs… the ghost of a smirk as her thigh brushed mine… told me she wasn’t here for the movie. The trailers were still rolling when I felt her hand—cool fingers grazing my thigh, casual at first… then deliberate. I turned, catching her eye. She didn’t blink. Didn’t smile. She just leaned in and whispered, “Don’t make a sound.” Fuck. I was rock hard before the opening credits even started. Her fingers worked with slow, sinful precision, unzipping me with all the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. She freed me—barely concealed by the theatre’s shadows—and slid her hand around me, soft but firm, stroking with maddening control. I clenched my jaw, every nerve on fire as her thumb teased the tip, spreading that first bead of slickness like she owned it. Then she shifted. Turned slightly. Her head dipped low—just enough that her breath, warm and wicked, danced across my skin. Her hair spilled across my lap like fire in the dark. And then she took me. Warm. Wet. Merciless. Sinking down until her lips met her fist and I was buried in the mouth of a goddess with no shame and zero regard for anyone in the rows behind us. I gripped the armrest hard enough to leave dents. Her tongue swirled with devastating rhythm—slow… then fast… then maddeningly slow again, until I was shaking, staring at the screen without seeing a damn thing. “Almost,” she murmured, looking up, lips slick and wicked. She pulled back just before I lost control… tucked me away like a filthy little secret, and leaned in one last time. “You’ll finish,” she whispered, biting my earlobe, “but not here… I want to taste every drop when I’m riding your face later.” Then she stood, walked up the aisle without a glance back, hips swaying like a challenge. And I just sat there—breathless, hard, and completely ruined in Row H, Seat 13.

26 June 2025

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The lounge is a haze of sultry jazz and dim lights, but my eyes are locked on Elena and Marcus in the corner, their bodies screaming sex even from across the room. Elena’s tight emerald dress hugs her tits and ass like it’s painted on, her auburn hair begging to be pulled. Marcus, with his chiseled jaw and smoldering brown eyes, looks like he could fuck me into next week with one glance. We’d flirted hard at that gallery opening weeks ago, their dirty texts about wanting a third—me—making my cock throb every time my phone buzzed. Tonight’s the night we make it real. Elena catches my stare and smirks, her lips wet and inviting. Marcus tilts his head, signaling me over. I grab my whiskey, my dick already twitching as I weave through the crowd to their table. “Fuck, you showed,” Elena purrs, her voice dripping with sin as she pats the chair next to her. “Sit that fine ass down.” I slide in, the air crackling with raw want. Marcus leans forward, his hand brushing mine as he hands me a drink. “Been thinking about you,” he says, his voice low and rough, like he’s already imagining me naked. Elena’s thigh presses against mine under the table, her fingers grazing my knee, creeping higher, teasing. “You as horny as we are?” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “Fuck yeah,” I mutter, my voice thick, my cock straining against my jeans. Her hand slides up, brushing my bulge, and I bite back a groan. Marcus watches, his eyes glinting with hunger, like he’s ready to devour us both. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” he growls, tossing cash on the table. My blood’s pounding as we head out, their hands brushing my back, my ass, promising filth. --- Their apartment’s a fucking sex den—soft lights, plush rugs, and a big ol sexy vibe that screams “get fucked.” Marcus pours us whiskey, but we’re past pretending. Elena kicks off her heels, her dress riding up to show off that gorgeous skin. She sways to the dirty beat of the music, her eyes daring me to make a move. “You gonna stand there or come fuck with me?” she taunts, running her hands over her tits. I’m on her in a second, my hands gripping her hips as I crush my mouth to hers. Her lips are wet, sloppy, tasting like wine and sin, her tongue fucking mine like she’s starving. She grinds against my cock, moaning into my mouth. Marcus steps up, his hard chest pressing against her back, his hands sliding under her dress to grab her ass. “Look at you, already so fucking hard,” he murmurs, his eyes on me, his voice making my dick leak. Elena pulls back, her lips swollen, and smirks at Marcus. “I want his cock,” she says, blunt as hell, her hand palming me through my jeans. I groan, and Marcus chuckles, dark and dirty. “Get over here, then,” he says to me, yanking me close. His mouth crashes into mine, rough and hungry, his stubble scraping my jaw as his tongue takes control. Elena’s hands are on my belt, tugging it open, her fingers diving in to wrap around my throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re big,” she moans, stroking me slow and tight. We stumble to the bedroom, clothes hitting the floor like they’re on fire. Elena’s dress is gone, her tits bouncing, her pussy glistening under the soft light. Marcus is ripped, his cock hard and thick, straining toward us. I shove Elena onto the bed, her legs spreading wide, her cunt begging for attention. “Eat me,” she demands, grabbing my hair, pulling me down. I dive in, my tongue lapping at her wet folds, her clit swollen and pulsing. She bucks against my face, cursing and moaning, her taste driving me wild. Marcus kneels behind me, his hands spreading my ass, his breath hot against my skin. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he growls, his tongue teasing my hole, sending shocks through me. I groan into Elena’s pussy, her thighs clamping around my head as she screams, “Fuck, yes, don’t stop!” Marcus’s fingers slick with lube slide into me, stretching me, making my cock drip onto the sheets. Elena pulls me up, her eyes wild. “I need you inside me,” she pants, guiding my cock to her soaked entrance. I thrust in, her tight heat gripping me, her nails raking my back. “Fuck me hard,” she begs, and I do, pounding into her, her tits bouncing with every slam. Marcus moves behind me, his cock pressing against my ass, slick and ready. “You want this?” he asks, voice rough. “Fuck yes,” I grunt, and he pushes in, slow at first, then deeper, filling me till I’m seeing stars. The three of us move like animals—me fucking Elena’s dripping cunt, Marcus railing my ass, our groans and curses filling the room. Elena’s pussy clenches around me as she comes, screaming my name, her juices soaking us. Marcus grips my hips, his thrusts brutal and perfect, and I’m lost, my cock exploding inside Elena as he unloads in me, hot and deep. We collapse, sweaty and spent, tangled in each other, the air thick with sex and satisfaction. Elena grins, tracing a finger down my chest. “Round two?” she teases, and my cock twitches.

25 June 2025

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This was a conversation I had with a lovely lady... she calls me Daddy ;) A boring chilly Sunday afternoon, sitting on the lounge with a book with my husband my mind kept wandering to our afternoon together Daddy. I got up and walked over to the air conditioning control and turned it up a few degrees then into the bedroom I undressed and put on my red lingerie set fishnet patches with gold clasps, push up bra, suspender belt with garters and G-string, strategically I place the G-string on last over the suspenders and garters as I know he loves me in them and my plan was for my G-string to not stay on too long. I opened our wardrobe draw and selected my purple cock shaped dildo and some lube placed them on the dresser next to me as I sat down in front of my make mirror, pulled my hair into a high pony tail, fixed my lipstick and eyes I stood up and wiggled my ass in the mirror smiled to myself and went back to my wardrobe I took out my black patent heels and my black collar I checked myself in the mirror with my hair and make up my lingerie, collar and heels mmmmm time for some fun. The sound of my heels on the floorboards as I walked into the carpeted lounge room holding my dildo and lube in my lingerie and heels made my husband look up from his book a cheeky smile immediately crossed his face. I knelt down on my knees in front of him kissed him and whispered “ I’m horny I need cock” I felt his hands on my body as we kissed and I tugged on his pants “take them off” I ordered and he stood up and procced to get naked and sat back down on the lounge his cock already getting hard as I reached out and began to play with it, “what’s got you so horny my little slut” my husband asked between kissing my neck and lips. “Zam Daddy” I can’t stop thinking about what I did for him I felt his strong hand come up and loop his fingers in my collar he pulled me up straight on my knees, you came hard for Daddy “yes sir” I answered “my wife is such a slut isn’t she “ again “yes sir” I answered he pulled my face down his now rock hard cock “tell me what you did” he ordered as I began to lick and kiss his cock. In between sucking his cock, I told him how you had me naked then got me so wet and pushed me onto your bed, smacked my bottom then rolled me over onto my back and slip me forward until my head was off your bed. I could taste my husband’s precum as I knelt before him sucking him and describing how you procced to guide your cock into my mouth as I lay my back Daddy and you told me you were going to fuck my face as you were pushing into the limits of my mouth and throat, how my hands immediately went to my tits and pussy as you pushed your cock in deeper My husband got up and pushed me forward, so I was now on my knees bent over the lounge cushion, “keep talking slut” tell me what your Daddy did to you as he smacked my bottom and removed my G-string. I told him how you leant over me with your cock in my mouth, pushed my hands away and began working your fingers into my smooth little pussy as u fucked my mouth between me gasping. My husband pushed the lubed purple dildo against my pussy as I continued to tell him about our adventure. I felt the coldness of the dildo and the lube but I ached for it and pushed back and felt the size stretch into me, I told him how you spat on my pussy and worked 3 of your strong fingers into me as you fucked my face, my husband fucked me hard with my dildo pushing my body forward my arms spread out across the lounge and my little bottom up as he smacked it and pushed Daddy's purple dildo cock deeper and harder into me “u want your Daddy's cock don’t you slut” it was all too much I grabbed my breast and squeezed it as I pushed back and came hard moaning loudly into the lounge at the fucking my husband was giving me with the dildo all I was thinking of was your cock, I was thinking of you fucking my face I was thinking how horny I was I was Cumming so hard! Once id finished I felt my husband slide the dildo out of me he kissed me and brought your purple tool to my face” be a good girl and clean Daddy's cock” I opened my mouth and hungrily devoured my juices and lube from it he rubbed it over my face as I tried to take it in my mouth “oh fuc you’re a slut” he said as he smacked my bottom again. “You love sucking Daddy's cock in front of me don’t you slut” my hand slipped down between my legs, and I began to rub as his dirty talk took control of me. I felt his fingers in the loop of my collar and he pulled me forward onto the dildo I gagged, “yeah is that what Daddy did to you” then again gagging again "ohh fuck", I grabbed his arm and pushed him back for breath as my fingers hit the spot and I came and came throwing my head and body back instinctively. On my knees upright now I leant back a little and rubbed my tits as I looked at my husband with a cheeky smile, he kissed me “I’m sorry sir I love being a cock whore” I gasped to him “you're beautiful” he whispered to me my body fucked, bottom red, lube everywhere make up running, lingerie in dishevel over my body. He got up and grabbed some cushions off the lounge then guided me to spread my legs a little more on my knees I felt him placing the cushions between my legs and guiding me back I felt the purple Dildo and he slide it back into my well used pussy. “Keep your Daddy inside u” he ordered I nodded my head. He walked around in front of me and knelt on the lounge his cock was raging hard I could see precum dripping, I leant forward to devour it he caught me holding me by my chin, he knelt down to kiss me “where did Daddy cum” he asked he pushed me back a little so I was upright again on Daddy's purple dildo cock I wiggled down on it and rubbed my tits as I told him I described myself laying on my back on your bed as you Daddy were fucking my face forcing your fingers into me making me cum, the feeling of the vibrator wand being placed on my pussy making me moan and ache and cum again and then Daddy throbbing feeling u start to throb in my mouth “I’m going to make you Daddy's little cum slut” you announced as you pulled out of my mouth and jerked your hard cock above me the excitement as your hot cum started hitting me all over my face, my hair my wanting open mouth, tongue. My husband’s cock was so hard as he grabbed my head and pulled me down my mouth engulfing his hardness his precum tasting so good I felt a shudder through my body down to my pussy full of your purple manhood Daddy, I imagined you behind me thrusting into me Daddy as I sucked hard on my husband cock, the filth he was saying to me as I sucked him excited and ached me to want more as I ground myself down on the pillows for you to be deeper being used between you both my husband and my Daddy oh fuck oh fuck I’m Cumming again I leant up gasping my husband grabbed my hair and held me as he jerked his cock furiously I came again on your purple cock Daddy as he squirted his cum all over me my face my mouth my tits even my thighs it was everywhere. I collapsed back onto the lounge room floor panting. He came over and knelt next to me feeding me his cock telling me clean it tasting the last drops of his cum as he rubbed it over my face “your such a beautiful cum slut babe” he whisper to me as he ran a finger though his cum on my cheek and placed it into my mouth. I felt your purple dildo cock pop out of me and rest against my thigh and the cushions mmmmmmm I’m a mess I thought but OMFG what a fun horny mess that was sharing our adventure with my husband thank you Zam Daddy, I hope I made you proud xxxx

24 June 2025

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I came across an older woman who was incredibly attractive, and after exchanging a few messages, we discovered we were both looking for the same thing. We decided to meet for lunch at a pub in Rundle Mall to see if we clicked. On the day, we strolled around the mall, chatting about our lives. After a bit, we headed to the pub, ordered drinks, and found a secluded corner to sit. As we talked, the atmosphere became flirtatious. She began sharing some sexy naked photos, and I did the same, noticing her growing interest. Things escalated quickly, and we started touching each other discreetly. When a few people approached, we paused, but the chemistry was undeniable. Soon, we were kissing passionately, ignoring the people around us. After a while, we decided to leave the pub. I offered to drive her home, and she agreed happily. Once we reached my car, she pulled me in for a deep tongue kiss, and we couldn't help but touch each other, even with people passing by. She couldn’t take me home — she lived with her mum — so she directed me to a quiet car park near her place. The drive there was filled with teasing: her hand sliding over my hard cock, playful squeezes, kisses at every red light, her voice whispering how much she wanted me. When we arrived, it was dark and raining heavily. We moved to the back seat, where things got even steamy. I explored her body, every curve and detail, her soft moans guiding my touch. She was warm, wet, and ready. My fingers slid inside her as she sat above me, while kissing each other. She was grinding against my hard cock, and when she asked me to take her, I didn’t hesitate. I reached for a condom from the dash as she undressed fully, looking at me with lust. She started riding me passionately. I could sense her nearing her climax, and within a few minutes, she came, but I was still ready to continue. But we weren’t finished — not even close. I laid her down and started fucking her in missionary, as we moved together in sync. When I asked where she wanted me to finish, she whispered she wanted it inside. Although I had never done that before, I agreed. I removed the condom and continued, and after a few intense minutes, I climaxed, filling her up with my cum — weeks of pent-up cum went inside her out and some spilling out on the car seat as we just took a deep breath. Despite the cold outside, the car was steamy, and I had to turn on the AC for some relief. We took a moment to collect ourselves before getting dressed. Her mom was calling, reminding her it was time for dinner, so we hurried to her home. As we arrived, we exchanged smiles and numbers, excited to plan our next adventure together.

23 June 2025

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I was thirty, teaching English literature at a university tucked into the outskirts of a fast-modernizing Chinese city. The campus was an eclectic mix — ancient pines and stone courtyards brushing up against the edges of steel-glass towers. It was a place where time folded in strange ways, and it was there I met her. Her name doesn’t need repeating — it’s etched in the heat of memory. She was American, unlike me, from good old Australia, and she was a generation ahead. A professor from a prestigious university in the USA, she’d come for a sabbatical year, invited by the faculty for her reputation, her brilliance, and perhaps, her presence. She was in her mid-fifties — silvering hair pulled into a soft knot, sharp eyes that flicked between you and something deeper, as though always measuring the weight of your soul. Everything about her was composed—until it wasn’t. We met at a departmental dinner, a boozy welcome to teaching in their esteemed university. She wore a black linen blouse, collar open just enough to suggest confidence, and she carried herself like someone who’d learned to own silence better than most command words. I was intrigued. Drawn to her like gravity. Weeks passed. Shared lectures. Long talks over beers after work that turned into late dinners. Her apartment was just outside campus, tucked behind a carved wooden gate. A courtyard flat filled with books, the faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air. The first time I visited, she poured wine — not the sweet rice kind common there, but a dark red she’d brought from home — and we sat close, the window open to the hum of the city below. She touched my thigh. Firm, sure. A question and an answer in one motion. There was no awkwardness, no preamble. Just the opening of something inevitable. That first night was not hurried — it was symphonic. She undressed like she was unburdening herself. Her body—soft, real, powerful—was not the lithe, sculpted ideal the world worships, but something better. She was lived-in, and she knew things. Her hands taught me more about pleasure in minutes than years of younger, fumbling encounters ever had. She instructed with whispers and pressure — how to read her breathing, how to trace circles that built, then paused, then dove again. She showed me how a woman’s climax could be teased from a whisper to a storm, again and again, until her body folded with exquisite exhaustion. I remember one afternoon, a rare cyclone warning had closed the campus. Rain lashed the windows, and inside her apartment, she took me apart with just her mouth and the curve of her fingers. She liked to dominate at times — not cruelly, never — but with the grace of someone who knew. She liked when I listened, when I let go of all my trying. And in doing so, I gave her everything. We became lovers in the truest sense. Not romantic, not in the fragile, needy way. But intimate. Curious. Fearless. We taught and shared, touched and tasted — across months of stolen mornings, midday trysts between classes, long weekends where I barely left her bed. Sometimes, she wept when she came. Not in sadness, but in something deeper. Release. Power. She told me once, over bare skin and cold sheets, “You don’t take a woman’s pleasure. You invite it. And if she trusts you, she’ll burn your name into the walls of her mind.” I can still smell her perfume — vetiver, musk, something ancient. I can still hear her voice, low and thick with desire, as she leaned into my ear and made promises I felt long before they came true. Eventually, her contract ended. Her time was up. She returned to the States, and I stayed. There was no goodbye in the cinematic sense — no grand farewell. Just a final night, drawn out, unspoken, and unforgettable. She left behind a single book on my desk — Anaïs Nin’s journals, annotated in her own careful handwriting. Inside the front cover, she’d written: “There are years that ask questions, and years that answer them. You were an answer.” I was never the same. And I wouldn’t want to be.

23 June 2025

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So I get there, sweaty and in my work uniform. She greets me at the door. Sort of looks like her pics. Has coloured hair with the back trimmed down with clippers. Takes me to the bedroom and asks if I still want a shower. Say yeah, probably best. Strips off. She’s covered in yellow bruises. Small breasts but a good size nipple. Suckable. Ask her what she’s been up to, she says I had a fuck buddy around last night and he brought a chick he also sleeps with. She said yeah why not, bring her for FFM, I haven’t done one before. The visiting girl wasn’t keen on touching her but the host decided to give her oral while the guy pounded her. Unsure if she’d go for it again. Might have to query that for myself sometime as it’s on my Fucket list. We finish up in the shower. Go and lay on the bed. Bit of small talk then she moves closer. We kiss a bit. I suck her nipples and kiss her neck. Slide my hand down and rub her clit. She’s soaked already. Asks if I want my cock sucked. I said sure, why not. Gives me a bit of oral and comes back to kiss a bit more. I ask if she wants my tongue on her clit. She says yes. I get two fingers in her tight pussy and flick my tongue over her clit. Decide to switch it up and spread her labia so I can get a good circular motion with my thumb on the clit. She bucks against my fingers and pushes herself against the wall to get finger fucked harder. She’s doing a lot of moaning and grunting. Ask if she’s enjoying herself as I wasn’t sure if she was frustrated she couldn’t cum. Apparently she’s already cum twice. I get her Satisfyer out the bedside drawer while she kneels and sucks me. I get her back on the bed and rest the toy on her clit while I finger her some more. She seems to be enjoying it. Although it’s hard to tell when she orgasms. Give me your cock, she demands. This is where I usually put a condom on but I got lost in the sauce. I slide into her tight, wet pussy. She says she loves the way my dick fills her up. Wants me to pound her faster and faster. Says to choke her hard and she’ll tap my arm if she wants me to stop. I get a leg cramp and need to stop anyway. She slides her head off the end of the bed and deepthroats me. I lift her butt just enough to lean forward and tongue her clit some more. Can’t do much work from there but managed to get two fingers inside her to give her some more stimulation. She bends over the bed and wants me inside her. I oblige. I ask if she enjoys her ass being played with. She said no one has ever asked and she doesn’t know how to prep for anal. I say no worries and continue to pound into her. Slapping her ass hard, she tells me to slap harder. We stop to catch a breath for a moment. Then I’m back on top pounding away, choking her and now she wants me to bite her. I try to bite but can’t get a decent grip. She tells me to bite her harder and pound her while choking her. I think she came again. We do a bit more oral off the end of the bed. I don’t see the signs she needs air and she almost blacks out. Says she’s all good. Asks if I usually last this long. I say yeah mostly. These seem like the championship rounds. Surely Dana White is going to pop out the closet at any moment and put a belt around my waist. We’re back in doggy. She wants to be pounded hard but it’s not doing it for me. I slow down and enjoy the feeling of slipping inside her. In and almost out. Back and forth. I’m starting to feel it. I’m picking up the pace. She says *MrDiscreet0* fill my pussy with your cum. Roger I’m on it. I bust my load inside her tight pussy. I’m absolutely covered in sweat at this point. We both are. The ceiling fan isn’t cutting it. She motions for me to cuddle her. She asks if I want to be a friend with benefits.

23 June 2025

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Matched online one restless night. An older woman, bold curves, eyes that promised filth. The messages turned explicit within minutes. No small talk. An address. A time. A warning I wouldn’t leave the same. Her place smelled of wine, candles, and wet skin. A silk robe clung to her body, nipples hard beneath it. No words. Just a hungry kiss, teeth on lips, hands clawing clothes away. Skin met skin, heat rising, pulse pounding. She pushed me down. The taste of her hit instantly — sweet, slick, warm. Tongue buried deep, lips locking around her clit. Her grip in my hair tightened as she rocked against my face, moaning loud, cursing, thighs trembling. She came hard, grinding down, wetness coating my chin. She didn’t give me a second to breathe. Climbed on top, grabbed my cock, slid down in one slow, perfect stroke. Hot, tight, soaked. Her hips rolled, teasing me with every movement, milking every inch. Nails dragged down my chest, teeth found my neck. She set the pace, riding faster, slamming down hard, wet sounds filling the room. A hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my heart race and cock throb. She came again, clenching around me, pulling me over the edge. But it wasn’t just the orgasm. It was what she unlocked. She showed me things I didn’t know I craved. Made me ache for submission, for hunger without hesitation. That night didn’t just ruin me — it rewired me. And I haven’t fucked the same since.

21 June 2025

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I was just about to finish work and still in my uniform, when I thought I would jump on AMM and see what’s out there, no intention for a meet up. After a few minutes doing the usual searches, my notifications showed one. I opened it to see someone had checked me out. So I did the same. Great profile and just my type. 3 minutes later a message. We started a chat and he was pro. Asked all the right questions and knew exactly what he wanted. And that was me. He had a place and was very close. So I headed over. Still in uniform I knocked on his door and he opened with his robe on. Asked me to come in. As I walked in he dropped his robe off and was just in his undies. I liked what I saw. He asked me to get on my knees and I did what I was told. He rubbed his crotch all over my head and face and I could feel him getting hard. He turned his back to me and pulled his undies off. He had a great ass. He bent forward and spread his ass cheeks. It was beautiful. Manicured. I had never seen another guys ass hole like that. He pushed his ass into my face and I started eating it. After about a minute, he got on all fours and I kept in going. I was so hard. He pulled away and turned around. I saw his cock for the first time. He nudged forward and bought my head down. I started sucking him. He was cut about 8in. Beautiful cock. As I was sucking him he would grab his legs and pull himself up and make me lick his ass again. I loved this. After about a 3 minutes he opened the draw and pulled out the lube and condoms. He lubed me up put the condom on and made me lie on my back. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back and slowly very slowly slid his knob in. He knew this was my first. As he pushed in deeper it started to hurt. But a good hurt. After about 4 minutes of pumping me he slowly pulled out. Took the Condom off and made me suck his cock. He was on top. Fucking my face. He came all over my chest. After about a minute he starts to clean me up. Took me into the shower and showered me. Blew me off in the shower and sent me on my way. Thank you.

19 June 2025

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So I met a couple profile on a different app. The husband messaged me we got talking and sent photos back and forth. They were keen to play as far as I was aware. He sent me the address and I went there that evening. When I got there I knocked on the door and there was no answer, but the door opened slightly. I open the door worried at the same time (thinking it was a setup) but then I saw candles all lit through the hallway and up the stairs… I go inside and say hey.. no one responds but I hear noise coming from upstairs. I go up and see the wife is blindfolded and tied with headphones in. I didn’t know where to find it hot or scary as it was my first experience with something like that. The husband came over introduced himself and gave me an idea on what is happening. He then went back over to his wife and continued to fuck her whilst she couldn’t hear or see anything. I took my clothes off and got myself hard, the husband then slowly pulls away from the wife and I go over and start fucking her. She was screaming but she did notice the size difference in cocks. I continued with my deep strokes inside her fucking her hard while holding her tight. I continued fucking her hard as the husband took her blindfold and headphones off, she loved every inch of my thick cock inside her. We ended up fucking for hours and had another guy join in (tried joining) as well. She was soaking the sheets with her cum😍. I fucked and fucked her all night for about 6 hours

16 June 2025

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It was a Sunday afternoon when Laura rang and said she was at her friend Jane's place, and asked me to come and join them. I had met Jane once before when Laura had invited me to go to Bendigo for New Years Eve, staying at Jane's brother's house. The three of us were in one room, Jane in a single bed and Laura and I on a double mattress on the floor next to her. As soon as we could get our clothes off, I was on top of Laura, fucking her as Jane lay on the edge of the bed watching my cock slide in and out of Laura's very wet cunt. My next move was to bring Jane down on the mattress so that she was next to Laura as I continued to fuck her. This was early days for me and I tried to push things too far without making sure everyone wanted to end up on the page I was looking for. I took my wet cock out of Laura and began to slide it into Jane and suddenly it was all over. Lights out, goodnight. With that memory in mind I went to Jane's place and found Laura was walking around wearing only a g-string and an over-size white t-shirt. We had a drink and chatted until the doorbell rang and Jane let an older Italian guy in. They disappeared somewhere into the house and did not reappear for some time. I asked Laura who the guy was and she told me he was the father of some guy that Jane was fucking. Jane was obviously fond of the family. In the meantime, I re-engineered Laura's oversize t-shirt by tying a knot on one side above her hip, revealing her g-string which I then removed. I removed my clothes and now Laura and I were on the couch, her legs over my shoulders as I fucked her wet cunt. During this Jane came back into the room alone and stood watching us fuck. Laura pulled away and walked over to Jane to talk. I stayed on the couch stroking my cock, watching Laura in deep conversation with her partly-fucked cunt on display. Laura came back to the couch, resumed her position as I slid my rock-hard cock back into her hot cunt. Jane knelt on the floor a metre away and watched intently as my cock went back and forth into Laura's wet cunt. The whole scene was so exciting my cock felt as though the skin was becoming impossibly tighter. At some point, Jane said she would start cooking as she walked off to the kitchen. I was not ready to give up thrill of being watched so I picked Laura up, my cock still inside her and moved to a couch that was visible from the kitchen. We continued with Laura on top of my cock while Jane cooked and looked. Later that night, Laura said she was going to sleep at Jane's and invited me to stay. As we fucked later we talked about the excitement we both got out of being watched.

14 June 2025

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The water was already running hot when I pulled you in, not just the temperature, but the heat in your eyes, in your grip, in the way your body pinned mine to the cold tile like you’d been waiting all fucking day to get me under you. You didn’t waste time. My hand gripped your hair, tugging just enough to bare your throat to my mouth, my tongue tracing the droplets that slid down your skin, licking, biting, growling low like the animal I knew you were. “Did you think we were done?” I rasped against you neck. “Shower’s not to clean you up, sweetheart… it’s to make a mess I can rinse off.” Then my fingers were between your legs — again. I didn’t ease in. I slid two inside you with the kind of confidence that only comes from knowing exactly how to wreck a woman. My thumb circled your clit with dirty purpose, and my free hand… fuck… it was braced against the wall, caging you in. You were already moaning — breathless, whimpering, water pounding on your back — but I wasn’t satisfied until you were grinding against my palm like a woman possessed. I watched your face. You loved it. And when I felt you start to clench, hips bucking, thighs shaking — I pulled away. Just. Like. That. “Not yet,” I growled, grabbing your hips and spinning you to face the wall. “You don’t get to cum until you scream.” And then I entered you — hot, hard, so fucking ready — I slid between your legs, pressing against your slickness, teasing, coating my length in you, then slamming in with a deep, savage thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs. You screamed my name, loud enough to echo off the tiles. My hands gripped your hips, pulling you back into every brutal stroke. I didn’t just fuck you— I took. Your hair twisted in my fist, the other smacking your ass as water poured down both of us, soaking the sounds of skin on skin, gasps, groans, filthy praise growled into your ear. “Such a filthy girl… dripping for me…” “You love being used, don’t you?” “I could fuck you like this for hours.” You begged. You begged, again and again… And when I wrapped my arm around your waist, fingers working your clit again as I pounded into you, there was no stopping it — you came hard, convulsing around me, moaning like a woman unhinged. I followed with a roar — hot, deep, feral — collapsing against your back, both of us shuddering, breathless, utterly wrecked under the pounding spray. We stayed like that for a moment — chests heaving, legs trembling, water washing away the evidence but not the feeling. Then your mouth found my ear. “Next round’s in the bedroom,” you whispered. “Now it’s my turn...”

13 June 2025

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The cool night air brushed against her skin, a shiver running down her spine as she stood at the edge of the park, the moonlight casting long shadows across the deserted playground. This was it. She had been waiting for this moment for weeks, fantasizing about it, obsessing over it. The thrill of what was about to happen made her heart race, her breath quicken. She knew she shouldn’t be here, knew it was reckless, but the pull was too strong to resist. The need to surrender, to be taken, to be owned, was all-consuming. Piercing eyes. His eyes. They haunted her thoughts, piercing and cold, yet filled with a promise of something darker, something she craved more than anything. She had never met a man like him, never encountered someone who could read her so effortlessly, who knew exactly what she wanted before she even spoke. He knew her. Knew her in a way no one else ever could. And the way he looked at her—like she was his to command, his to devour—it made her weak in the best way possible. A twig snapped behind her, and her breath hitched. She didn’t turn around, didn’t need to. She could feel his presence, the weight of his gaze on her back, pressing into her like a physical force. He was here. “You came,” his voice rumbled low, a hint of amusement in his tone. “I wasn’t sure you’d have the courage.” She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I told you I would,” she whispered, her voice trembling despite herself. He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against her skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Did you tell anyone where you were going?” he asked, his voice dark and dangerous. “Or are you all mine tonight?” She shook her head, her pulse thundering in her ears. “No one knows,” she breathed. “I’m yours.” A low chuckle escaped him, sending a shiver down her spine. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand tangling in her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. Those eyes locked onto hers, intense and unyielding. “You understand what that means, don’t you?” She nodded, her body responding to him instinctively, her legs trembling as warmth pooled between her thighs. “Yes,” she whispered. “Say it,” he commanded, his grip tightening slightly. “I’m yours,” she repeated, her voice firmer this time, a flicker of defiance sparking in her eyes. “Do whatever you want with me.” The corner of his mouth curved into a smirk, and he released her hair, trailing his fingers down her neck, over her collarbone, and to the hem of her dress. “You’re insatiable,” he said, his tone teasing but laced with something darker. “Always begging for more. I’ve never met a slut like you.” Her breath came in shallow gasps as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, grazing the sensitive skin of her thigh. “I can’t help it,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “You… you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” “I know,” he said, his hand moving higher, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. “You love it, don’t you? Love being used, being dominated.” She let out a whimper, her body arching into his touch as he teased her through the thin barrier. “Yes,” she gasped. “I need it. I need you.” His smirk widened, and he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. The cool air hit her exposed skin, making her gasp, but before she could even think to protest, his hand was between her thighs, his fingers sliding through her wetness with ease. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “You’re soaked already.” She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he teased her entrance, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her legs shake. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need you inside me.” He withdrew his hand abruptly, leaving her whimpering in frustration. “Not yet,” he said, his tone firm. “You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you.” She nodded, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as her need for him burned hotter. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice broken. He turned her around, pressing her chest against the cold metal of the swing set, her dress bunched around her waist. She felt him behind her, his heat enveloping her as he unbuttoned his jeans, the sound of his zipper sending a jolt of anticipation through her. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he positioned himself at her entrance. “You’re mine,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “And I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name.” She moaned, her nails scraping against the metal as he thrust into her in one swift motion, filling her completely. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but it was exactly what she needed. He started moving, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made her cry out, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “You love this, don’t you?” he demanded, his voice harsh against her ear. “You love being fucked like a whore in the middle of a park, where anyone could see you.” She nodded, her mind hazy with pleasure as he pounded into her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. “Yes,” she moaned. “I love it. I love you.” He let out a low groan, his hand tangling in her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Look at me when you cum.” Her eyes locked onto his, those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her, and she felt herself unraveling, her climax building with an intensity that made her cry out. He didn’t slow down, didn’t let up, his thrusts relentless as he drove her over the edge. Her body convulsed as she came, her walls clamping down around him as she screamed his name, the sound echoing through the empty park. But he wasn’t done with her. He pulled out of her, flipping her around and forcing her to her knees, his cock slick with her arousal as he guided it to her mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, his voice harsh. “And don’t you dare stop until I’m finished with you.” She didn’t hesitate, taking him into her mouth and sucking him with a desperation that made him groan. Her hands gripped his thighs as she worked him, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep, her throat relaxing around him. “That’s it,” he muttered, his hand tangling in her hair as he thrust into her mouth, his pace quickening. “You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you?” She moaned around him, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on pleasing him, on making him cum. It didn’t take long. With a low growl, he came, his release spilling down her throat as she swallowed every last drop. He pulled out of her mouth, his breathing ragged as he looked down at her, those blue eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something darker, something more primal. “You’re not done yet,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not finished with you.” Her heart raced as she looked up at him, her legs trembling with anticipation. She knew what was coming next.

12 June 2025

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The engine hummed softly as I pulled up to the curb, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the car. She was standing there, her silhouette illuminated by the dim streetlight. Sarina. Even with her mask on, her beauty was undeniable. She slid into the passeng.er seat, her black leather trousers catching the light as she adjusted herself. “Hi,” she said softly, her voice laced with a shyness that made my pulse quicken. Her hands fidgeted with the strap of her backpack, and I could tell she was nervous. “Thank you for picking me up.” “Of course,” I replied, keeping my tone calm to ease her. “You look stunning.” She laughed softly, the sound like music. “You always know what to say.” We drove in comfortable silence for a while, the tension between us palpable. The last week of our texts had been intense, filled with teasing and fantasies that left both of us aching for more. Tonight, we were finally acting on it. “So,” she began, breaking the silence, “what’s the plan?” “I thought we’d start with dinner,” I said, glancing at her. “But first, I want to see how wet you are” She smiled coyly, her eyes twinkling. “You’ll see soon enough.” We arrived at DFO, and as she stepped out of the car, I couldn’t help but stare. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric shimmering under the lights. She was breathtaking. She looped her arm through mine, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Shall we?” she asked, her voice low and sultry. We wandered through the mall, her body brushing against mine with every step. Her confidence was growing, and I could feel her warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. At one point, she leaned into me, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re driving me crazy,” she whispered, her tone dripping with desire. I smirked, enjoying the effect I was having on her. “Good. That’s the plan.” After LUME, we headed to the steakhouse. The air between us was charged, every glance and touch igniting sparks. Over dinner, our conversation turned playful, then downright naughty. “You know,” she said, her eyes locking with mine, “I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. About how wet I must be.” I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “And?” She leaned in closer, her voice a whisper. “You were right.” My heart raced as her hand found my thigh, her fingers trailing higher. She hesitated for a moment before her hand rested on my cock, her touch tentative but deliberate. “You could use your hand,” she teased, her eyes daring me. I grabbed her hand, holding it firmly in place. “Why don’t you do it?” Her breath hitched, and I took the opportunity to caress her breast through the fabric of her dress. She moaned softly, her body pressing into my touch. “I’m so horny,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “Are you wet?” I asked, my fingers moving to the hem of her dress. She laughed, a coy sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Isn’t that the first thing you asked me when I got in the car?” “I wanted to see how much,” I replied, my fingers sliding under her dress. Her breath caught as I traced the outline of her panty. She wasn’t lying. Even through the pad she wore, the fabric was soaked. I rubbed her gently, feeling her body tense under my touch. “Oh, God,” she moaned, her head falling back against the seat. I continued to tease her, my fingers exploring her wetness. She was trembling, her moans growing louder with every stroke. “You need to stop driving,” she gasped, her hand gripping my arm. “You need to concentrate on the road.” I smirked, pulling into a quiet side street. The moment the car was in park, I was on her, my fingers working her clit with precision. She was writhing in the seat, her dress hiked up around her waist. “Shall we go to the back?” I asked, my voice husky. She nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. We climbed into the back seat, her dress falling open as she moved. Her body was a masterpiece, her skin glowing in the moonlight. I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming her curves. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against her lips. She moaned, her body arching into mine. I pulled down her panties, my fingers sliding into her wetness. She was tight, her walls clenching around me as I explored her. “Please,” she begged, her voice desperate. “I need you.” I hesitated, teasing her with the tip of my cock. “Are you sure?” She looked into my eyes, her expression a mix of desire and determination. “Give it to me.” That was all I needed to hear. I thrust into her, her tightness engulfing me. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I filled her. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size before I began to move. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync. Her moans filled the car, her pleasure evident in every sound she made. “Fuck me,” she pleaded, her voice broken. “Fuck me harder.” I obliged, my thrusts growing more intense. She was so tight, so wet, and I could feel my orgasm building with every stroke. Her screams grew louder, and I knew she was close. “Come for me,” I growled, my voice thick with desire. Her body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. I followed her over the edge, my release pouring into her as we clung to each other. We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths heavy, our bodies still connected. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. “That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. I kissed her softly, savouring the taste of her lips. “You’re incredible.” We stayed in the back seat for a while, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing. The world outside the car faded away, leaving only the two of us in our little bubble of passion. But reality couldn’t be ignored for long. She glanced at her watch, a look of regret crossing her face. “I have to go,” she said softly. “The kids… my husband…” I nodded, understanding the need to be discreet. “Let me take you home.” As we drove back, the tension between us was still there, but it was softer now, a quiet understanding of the connection we’d shared. When we reached her street, she leaned over and kissed me one last time. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “For making tonight so special.” “Happy birthday,” I replied, my heart aching as she stepped out of the car. She waved as she walked away, her figure disappearing into the night. I sat there for a moment, the weight of what had just happened sinking in. Sarina had trusted me with her secret, and I knew this was only the beginning. But as I drove away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the start of something much bigger.

12 June 2025

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I met a guy here and hooked up at my caravan that's in storage in Lonsdale. It was during the day we met. We met at the gates, I was dressed straight acting. We got access and pretended he was there to buy it, but no one was around. Got into the van. I got the inside pretty dark with windows shades. He got undressed and laid on the double bed, its a big van. I got changed in to my outfit. Stockings, wig, glasses, g string, mini skirt, tight top and sexy gloves. I laid on the bed next to him, he turned me over and dry humped me flat on my belly, the pulled my hips up and dry banged my little arse, that was awesome. He had taken a viagra and had a cock ring on. He dick had big veins it was over 6inches. With his cock laying on his stomach, I started by rubbing my wet lips along it from head to his shaven balls. I did that for about 5mins then licked it all over hands free. I got between his legs and sucked on his balls for a bit then licked all the way up until I put his head into my mouth. Working his head with my forehead on his stomach I could feel him throbbing, then slowly I took more in as I stood his dick up using only my mouth. Slow deep strokes and licking around his head as I came up, cupping his balls. After a bit he wanted to change positions. With me laying down and him on top fucking my mouth and turkey slapping me. The plan was for him to cum on my face but after a bit of time he said I'm gonna cum, can I cum in your mouth, it was so hot I indicated yes as much as I could with his throbbing cock filling my mouth. He started cumming and after I spat it out he kept his dick in my mouth until it got soft. Fun day.

11 June 2025

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I met a guy from this site a few weeks ago. He picked me up, and we drove to the lookout up off South Road. Driving there he wanted me to hold onto his cock, was about 7inch cut, and it was hard the whole way there. We parked. I put on my wig and glasses, he pulled his pants half down. I rubbed his balls as I put a condom on him and went down on the head, his dick felt extra wide giving head side on, I really liked it. I was wearing loose track pants and a black G. He slid my pants down and grab and squeeze my little bum cheek his other hand on the back of my head pushed me down, deeper on his cock. I held more than half of his dick in my throat and stayed still as he flexed it. Was so hot. I started the slow deep sucking strokes I like to do, after 20mins he got excited he held my head with two hands to start fucking my face, his hips were pushing up I started gagging when he'd thrust from his head to more than 5inches in and out of my mouth, that was fun but after 2mins he said I'm cumming take it you fuckin little slut. It was a good experience until that!

9 June 2025

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It's had been on my mind for years but never acted on it as I was in a relationship but the fantasy was always there. After splitting up I decided to explore my fantasy. Where could I find a bi couple who want a discrete curious guy to play with. As you guys know, a true bi couple who that are genuine are hard to find but I hit the Jackpot. It was an evening on here and I got a reply to meet at the bar in town with a no couple who wanted one guy to play with. From the moment we met , I could feel the excitement and the great eye contact we all had. After about 20 mins we decided to go back to their place and explore. Once in their home they sat me down in the lounge and they both sedately took their clothes off and started kissing each other while looking over at me occasionally and said, enjoy watching for a while but don't come join till we say. Omg , that was so sexy to watch them kiss then take turns giving each other oral. All of a sudden they turned it me and said , you have been a good boy, come over here for your reward. This led me to a very naughty fulfilling 12 months of sexual bliss. Now I want to see about exploring further. Sometimes fantasises do come true. 😀

8 June 2025

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As I am currently searching for a rental property, I have to go to a lot of inspections each week. A few days ago I had a viewing in a brick unit complex. Luckily for me, I was the only one that showed up and the agent was a cute little hottie. She was young and wearing a black business like outfit, skirt, white shirt and black jacket with black shoes to match. I saw her outside the building when I was pulling up in my car. I walked up the stairs to level one and knocked on the door. She answered and I asked her if anyone else was coming, she said just one other person was registered. Anyway, I asked her for a tour, and she obliged. She lead the way and I followed her, glancing constantly at her rear end and her sexy legs. She was a short hot pocket rocket, with a nice set of tits. She showed me the modern kitchen, living area, bathroom and then the two bedrooms, talking about any features along the way. Back into the living area, I asked her about the number of applications they had received, she said only a few. I asked her if she enjoyed working in real estate, and she replied its okay, not as good as strip dancing, which she said she used to do and was better money. I smiled and asked her to show me a move or two? She put her hand on my shoulder and spun me around, and pushed me down so I was seated on the floor. She then turned around and started twirking her bum in my face. I asked her if I could touch her on the waist, she said, go ahead. Her body felt firm a I started to feel warm, she then bent over and I could see her little black g-string and the outline of her pussy. It was at that moment, I knew something could happen here. I stood up and we started to kiss. My hands on her arse cheeks and her hands slowly undoing my belt. She unzipped my pants and they dropped to the ground. I pulled down her thong and started to rub her moist pussy, slipping a finger in there. She crouched down and put my cock in her mouth and started to suck it. After a couple of minutes or so, she grabbed her handbag, found a condom and pushed me to the floor. She grabbed my cock again and started tugging it and sucking the tip. She then put the condom on and jumped onto me and put my cock into her pussy. I was laying down and she started to ride me cowgirl. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I grabbed her butt cheeks as she moved up and down. I then undid her shirt buttons and pulled the front of her bra down and grabbed her beautiful tits. She leaned down so I could suck her nipples as she rode me. The floor was carpeted and comfortable. After maybe 10 minutes, I asked her for some doggy and she she said, sure. She got on her knees and bent over and I started to pump her from behind. She had a tiny little arse hole which was sexy and made me even more horny. I drove her for maybe 10 minutes before finally ejaculating and filling up the condom with a huge amount of cum. She had actually orgasamed too, a couple of minutes earlier. Lucky I was the only person to show up and it was just the two of us. What a nice tuesday morning shag.

7 June 2025

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