We’d arranged it days earlier—messages back and forth, boundaries clear, excitement building quietly. She was nervous when we met in the empty park car park, far from the main paths, just dark trees and faint streetlight glow. Her husband drove them there; I arrived separately, sliding into the backseat as planned. Their front seats pulled forwards as far as they would go… She settled right against him immediately—back to his chest, head resting on his shoulder, his arms around her waist like an anchor. Her breathing was shallow at first, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, thighs pressed together. He murmured something low in her ear, hand stroking her arm steadily until her shoulders relaxed a fraction. Then Removing her bra, and top. To start with… I just watched, respecting the boundaries set… then… I was asked to begin. I knelt between her legs on the floorboard. She parted them slowly, still hesitant, but when my hands slid up her thighs she exhaled, nodding once. Her fingers found my hair—tentative at first—then gripped firmer as I leaned in, kissing softly along her inner thigh to ease her in. She stayed leaning fully into her husband the whole time, body melting back against him as arousal took over. One hand wrapped around his cock early on—already hard—stroking him slowly, steadily, thumb circling the head in lazy rhythm with my tongue on her. Every few moments she’d tighten her grip on my hair, pulling my face deeper when a flick or suck hit just right, her hips lifting slightly off the seat. I took it deliberate: long, flat licks building to pointed circles on her clit, fingers curling inside to press that spot. Her breaths turned to soft, uneven gasps against his neck; his low groans vibrated through her as she massaged him faster, keeping him slick and throbbing in her palm. The car filled with quiet sounds—her hitched exhales, the wet slide of her hand, my mouth working her steadily. Her thighs started trembling around my ears. I didn’t let up—tongue relentless, fingers steady—until she broke. A sharp, involuntary cry escaped her, body curling forward as she came hard, pulsing against my mouth, flooding warm and sweet. At the same moment, her hand sped up on him; he tensed, spilling over her fingers with a choked groan, the two of them riding it out together while I held my place, lapping softly through her aftershocks. When it eased, she let out a breathless laugh, pulling me up for a deep, messy kiss—tasting herself on me—then leaned over to kiss him too. She wiped her hand on a tissue from the glovebox, grinning at me in the dim light. I enjoyed my night.

10 March 2026

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Ik had een prima plek gevonden om te zitten en kon zo alles zien. Mijn buurvrouw ging altijd veel vroeger naar bed en er brandde vaak nog een tijdje licht op haar slaapkamer. Dat maakte mij al weken nieuwsgierig en ben daarom eens wezen uitzoeken of en hoe ik bij haar naar binnen kon kijken. Was wel even een klimpartijtje maar volgens mij was het dat wel waard en daarom stond ik nu te wachten totdat ze haar slaapkamer binnen zou komen. Het licht floepte aan en ik zag haar binnen komen, al lopend trok ze haar jurk over haar hoofd en ik keek tegen een paar heerlijke volle borsten aan, goed verpakt in een mooie stevige bh met kanten randje. Haar slipje bleek nadat ze haar legging uit had gedaan van eenzelfde spannende paarse kleur te zijn. Onwillekeurig kneep ik even in mijn snel groeiende pik en gaf hem meteen maar een betere, ruimere positie. Ze was haar slaapkamer uitgelopen, waarschijnlijk even naar de badkamer, heel jammer dat ik daar geen zicht op had. Gelukkig kwam ze snel weer terug, wow.. wat een heerlijk paar borsten zag ik op en neer deinen, ze had haar bh afgedaan en had alleen nog haar pikante slipje aan, mijn pik duwde nu toch tegen mijn broek aan en ik kreunde even van wellust. Oojee... ze kijkt mijn kant op en even denk ik dat ze me gezien heeft, maar buiten is het donker en ze ziet alleen zichzelf in het raam. Sensueel knijpt ze even in haar tepels die snel reageren, ze blijft spelen met haar nu stijve tepels maar draait zich nu langzaam om en gaat op bed liggen. Oohh wat een heet wijf, heerlijk om dat zo te zien, had ik toch gelijk dat ze wel weet waar Abraham zijn hete mosterd bewaart. Dacht er al een beetje aan dat het leuk was geweest, en dat ik mij thuis eens flink zou gaan aftrekken op dat geile mokkeltje, maar het licht blijft aan en terwijl ze met een hand nog met haar stijve tepel speelt zie ik dat haar andere hand onderweg is naar haar slipje. Mijn pik steigert als ik zie dat ze haar hand tussen haar benen duwt en haar benen opent. Ze wrijft over haar hele schaamstreek, langzaam maar zeker zie ik hoe haar hand in haar slipje verdwijnt. Met een kloppende dikke pik zie ik hoe ze zich heerlijk verwend en ik denk eraan om mij hier en nu maar gewoon af te gaan trekken, ben er zo geil van. Ze steekt een glimmende vinger in haar mond en... ik kan haar bijna horen kreunen van genot... jeetje wat een geil wijffie zeg. Ze draait zich om en ik kijk nu naar haar heerlijke kont, zie haar billen onder de korte pijpjes uitbollen en ik slik ervan. Ze draait nu weer terug en tot mijn verbazing zie ik dat ze een grote dildo heeft gepakt, wow wow, het begint pas. Haar slipje heeft ze in no time uit en ze ligt nu met opgetrokken knieen wijdbeens, ik heb van hier een uitstekend zicht op haar gladgeschoren kutje en zie het glinsteren van opwinding. Het is echt een joekel van een ding, vleeskleurig met een grote eikel en ze wrijft hem stevig tegen haar opgewonden kutje aan. Haar heupen draaien wild, de eikel verdwijnt steeds meer in haar hete natte kut, totdat de eikel helemaal verdwenen is en ze meer gerichte neuk bewegingen met haar heupen begint te maken, de enorme penis verdwijnt steeds verder in haar geile grotje. Ik knijp even hard in mijn dikke pik en voel mijn zaad al borrelen in mijn ballen, wat is dit geil zeg. Sexy buurvrouw is op haar knieen gaan zitten, ik kijk nu tegen haar heerlijke kont aan en zie dat ze de penis bedreven met een hand diep in haar kutje duwt en met haar andere hand hard in haar tepels knijpt, ze ligt nu kronkelend op bed en is in extase. Ze duwt de penis harder en dieper in haar geile vochtigheid, wild zichzelf neukend, zie ik dat ze dicht bij een orgasme zit. Haar hand wrijft nu snel over haar clitoris en ik hoor het nu echt... ze kreunt... van genot en komt bevend klaar. Ook ik spuit met een grom mijn geile zaad, heet naar buiten, nog een golf en... oohh heerlijk. Ik ben even van de wereld en vergeet waar ik ben, als ik weer opkijk zie ik de buurvrouw van het bed afkomen en recht naar het raam lopen, ze kijkt me nu glimlachend aan, bedoelde je het zo Nick, is dit hoe je het voor je zag. Kom je dan nu naar binnen, het is volgens mij best wel fris buiten en ik wil niet dat je ziek wordt. Binnengekomen vrijen we nog wat en kletsen na over ons rollenspel van deze keer, ik was moe geworden van de buitenlucht en het zware orgasme, en doezelde al snel weg.

19 February 2026

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I don't know what had come over me. I've done plenty of these and I've never known such an effect. I've always been able to concentrate. Get the drawing done. I'm not saying the other models weren't attractive. There was nothing wrong with them. I could draw them. I could render them into two dimensions with all my concentration intact. But this woman, I don't even know her name. It's Sarah or Georgie, or something like that. I'm not really sure. I forgot when she walked in, draped in silk, that cheeky innocent smile on her face, that mysterious look which promised so much more. Her name completely disappeared from my mind once she shrugged that robe off her shoulders and let it crumple to the floor. Oh my God, those curves, that skin. I was immediately intoxicated. I was supposed to be drawing her. I tried. Believe me, I tried. The pencil marks were sporadic at best. Her breasts I drew, and that place between her legs I was fixated on. For now her legs were together. Oh but I believe me I was looking, hoping for them to inch themselves apart. But it was that look in her eyes when she glanced in my direction. She saw right into me. Understood what she was doing to me, bringing me undone. I made another feeble attempt at drawing. It was no good, I was getting hard and all I could think was how good those lips would be to kiss. How good those breasts would be to hold, to rub How good those legs would be a spread. She saw me now, really saw me. She saw me squirm in my chair. She saw the hunger in my eyes. Trying not to rub myself but failing. The other artists seemed oblivious to my discomfort but she wasn't. She knew and I think she liked it. Pose-change-time was called and Georgie shifted her position, staring straight at me as she assumed a reclining pose. Just the tiniest flash as she adjusted herself so tiny that I wasn't sure if I really did see the glistening lips between her legs. I needed to be closer. I had to see her better, maybe even smell her sweet scent. I moved my chair towards her, gaining an angle that enabled me the perfect view. I was beginning to notice some of the other artists giving my sideways looks. I think my infatuation was gaining some notice. I was beyond caring at this point. All I could think of was her. Her, and what I would like to do with her, how I could make her feel. How she could make me feel. Some of the artists were beginning to finish off their drawings, gathering up their pencils and charcoal and were chatting in the corner, beginning to file out. I wasn't going anywhere. She was watching me. That look in her eyes. She had a hunger that matched mine. I couldn't help myself. I was rubbing my hard cock through my pants. Her eyes on me the whole time. The room was emptying out. There was only a few people left now. Sandy, the quiet one with the intense stare. She was still drawing, but she was also glancing in my direction occasionally, then back to the model. Sandy could see the mutual attraction that was going on and she didn't seem concerned by it. Dominic is still there too. He was concentrating and drawing and was oblivious. Sophia was the last one a strong independent artist with a very avant-garde style both in her work and in her dress sense. She was no longer drawing. She was just watching. The model's time was up, it was time for her to go. As she went to arise I got up first and took her robe uncrumpling it, shaking it out for her. It was my chance to get close. She stood before me, naked, her glorious body inviting me. "Well" she said to me, "do you really want me to put that back on?" She stared straight into my eyes, full of confidence knowing the power of her sexuality and the effect it was having on me. "No" I replied "what I really want is you, now, right here". She stepped forward her hand reaching down and taking hold of the bulge in my pants. I was completely lost at this point. Completely oblivious to the remaining artists. But they weren't oblivious. They were watching us. I took hold of her gorgeous ass pulling her in to me staring in her eyes and leaning in for my first kiss. She didn't even try and resist she wanted it as much as I did. I could see the desire in her eyes. Now her hand was snaking into my waistband, searching for the bulge that hid beneath. Wanting to free it from its constraints. I've never known a woman like this before, so wanton, so sexually powerful. I had lost all self control. All I knew was that I wanted her, wanted her pussy, wanted to taste it, worship it, be inside it and fill it with my seed. She had my cock out now. It was rock hard and straining for action. Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. Her tongue slid from her mouth slowly working its way from my balls, up the underside of my shaft sending shivers all through my spine. My knees were buckling. I collapsed onto the couch that she was reclining on not a minute before. She was still between my legs, my cock firmly in her grasp. She licked around the head of my cock then took it into her mouth, a helpless moan escaping my mouth. I look down at her to see she was still looking at me. I was mesmerised, my cock starting to disappear into her mouth once again. I looked around the room suddenly becoming aware of my surroundings. Sandy was still at her sketch pad. A look of concentration on her face as her hand moved quickly over the paper. Dominic was pulling out his own cock. He was already hard too. Watching us intently, a look of desire on his own face. Sophia was reclining in her chair. One hand fondling her breasts the other between her legs rubbing herself through her pants. I looked back at Georgie she was really getting to work now. No longer looking at me. Concentrating on my cock and taking as much of it as she could in her mouth and my God she could take a lot of it. I watched her take 3 inches then 4 inches then five then six then the whole 7 disappeared down her throat, her nose up against my pubic bone. Her eyes we're streaming tears as she started the gag. There was a big slurping sound as she came up for air. Saliva and drool stretching from her gasping mouth to the head of my cock before she dived back down for another taste. Taking the whole thing in one motion. I was out of control now. I took the back of her head forcing my cock down her throat again and again not being able to resist the irresistible allure of her beautiful mouth. There was only one thing that could draw me away from that wonderful mouth and that was that exquisite pussy. I needed to bury my cock deep inside it to feel its warmth to feel its juices all over me. I stood up, my blood rising to a peak. I pushed her over the couch. Her ass pointing in the air my glistening cock pointing at her glistening slit. She was ready for me. Reaching around with one hand she pulled her pussy lips aside inviting me in. I needed no invitation. With a thrust I was in. It was even better than I could have imagined. I slowly worked into my rhythm, slow and shallow at first. Just hinting at what was to come. Then, bit by bit my cock slid between her pussy lips a little bit further, a little bit deeper. Until I was all the way in, picking up the pace and pounding my cock deeper inside her, my pelvis slapping against her ass. Sophia was moaning now. Her pants crumpled around her ankles and knees in the air. Her fingers deep inside her own pussy and rubbing her clit. Dominic's hand was beating on his cock, keeping time with my thrust deep into Georgie's exquisite pussy. Sandy was still furiously drawing but she was looking somewhat dishevelled now, her top open exposing one firm perky little breast. I was on top of Georgie now, my cock driving deep inside her again and again and again. My hands reaching around holding onto her breasts. My teeth scraping lightly down her back. But she'd had enough now, she wanted to take control. She flung me onto the couch and climbed on top. sinking down on top of me smothering me with her breasts, with her body, with her sweet, delicious cunt now in command. As she rode me I could hear Sophia screaming out in pleasure coming again and again. Dominic was standing now. He's cocking his hand standing over top of us. His face contorted, he was about to cum too. So was I. I couldn't take it anymore. Georgie was riding me furiously, my cock ready to explode. Sophia screamed again in pleasure Dominic groaned, shooting hot streams of cum all over the couch beside us. I could hold back no longer. "Fuck I'm cumming" I yelled as Georgie screamed an announcement of her own climax. I shot wad after wad of my own hot cum deep inside her, her kitty convulsing in time with my spurts. Finally we collapsed, exhausted. Georgie's full body weight on me, my cock going soft inside her, our combined juices leaking from her, coating my crotch. Dominic had put himself away and zipped himself up. Grabbing his drawing equipment, was heading for the door. Sophia walked calmly over to us still naked below the waist. Running her fingers over my balls and cock and that exquisite pussy she then put them to her mouth tasting our sex on her fingers. She then calmly turned put her pants back on, took her things and left. Sandy just stood up. Straightened herself up tore several sheets from her drawing pad, walked over to us and lay them on top of our sweating bodies, before leaving us alone in the room.

17 February 2026

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My Dearest Unknown Lady, I come bearing a heavy heart and a sheepish grin, for it appears I have caused quite the stir with your unmentionables - something I sincerely regret. It was never my intention to pilfer any of your personal belongings; rather, this was all an unfortunate misunderstanding that has left me in a most uncomfortable position, to say the least. To begin with, upon discovering your panties nestled amongst my laundry, I must admit that a curious curiosity overcame me - something akin to what I imagine young boys feel when they first stumble upon a hidden treasure map. The softness of the fabric, the delicate scent of lavender wafting from its fibers - these were things I simply couldn't resist exploring further. Firstly, I took in a deep breath and savored the aroma emanating from the panties. It was an intoxicating blend of sweet perfume and the lingering traces of your very essence - a fragrance that stirred something deep within me and sent shivers down my spine. Next, as if possessed by some strange force, I found myself wrapping those silky garments around my erection, marveling at how perfectly they conformed to its shape. The warmth of the fabric against my most sensitive parts was a sensation unlike any other, one that both excited and soothed me in equal measure. From there, things took a rather more intimate turn as I began rubbing the panties along the length of my erection, reveling in the way they slid effortlessly back and forth, creating a tantalizing friction that brought me ever closer to the brink of ecstasy. The sensation was indescribable - like the world had stopped turning for just a moment, leaving only you, me, and those stolen panties locked in an eternal dance of passion and desire. And then, well, it happened - I reached my climax, releasing a torrent of lustful energy that saturated the very fabric of your undergarments. The warmth of my seed mingled with the coolness of the silk, creating a heady cocktail that I simply couldn't resist partaking in once more. Finally, as I came down from my euphoric high, I found myself using those soiled panties to clean up after myself - wiping away every last drop of my illicit desires and restoring them to a semblance of their former purity. And now, here they are, returned to you just as they were when they first caught my attention - stained with the evidence of our forbidden encounter. I hope that this note serves as an adequate explanation for my actions, and perhaps even offers some small measure of solace for any distress or discomfort I may have caused you. It was never my intention to invade your privacy or make you feel uncomfortable - it was simply the reckless impulse of a man who let his desires get the better of him. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I need a cold glass of bourbon and a quiet corner to ponder the folly of us old men. Yours sincerely, An Utterly Mortified Grizzly Old Man

4 February 2026

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Mara The first picture shouldn’t have been a big deal. It was just me in my bathroom, hair still damp from the shower, my robe hanging open enough to show a triangle of lace and the top curve of my chest. Not nude. Not even that daring. But the fact that my thumb hovered over send for a full ten seconds made my pulse thud like it had somewhere to be. Graham’s name sat at the top of the screen. His last message — from two hours ago — was still there. Made it back to the hotel. You alive over there, trouble? Trouble. He’d said it with a smile earlier too, as we’d stood in the lobby bar of the conference hotel pretending we were just two strangers chatting politely. He was older — not in a way that made him feel distant, but in a way that made him feel settled. Salt-and-pepper at his temples. Calm eyes. Hands that didn’t fidget when he spoke. He’d asked about my job like it mattered. He’d listened like it mattered more. And when I’d teased him about being “too composed,” he’d leaned in just enough to make my breath catch and said, softly, “Composed is different than controlled.” It had been hours and I could still feel the warmth of that sentence. I looked at myself in the mirror again. The lace was black. My skin looked flushed. My mouth looked like I’d been thinking about being kissed. Maybe I had. I hit send. The bubble whooshed away. Delivered. Then the little indicator: Seen. My stomach dipped so hard it felt like missing a stair. And then his reply came. You’re going to ruin my sleep. I bit my lip, smiling before I could stop myself. Is that a complaint? I typed. Three dots appeared, vanished, appeared again — the visual equivalent of someone taking a slow breath. Not a complaint. But if you’re going to distract me, you should do it properly. The words were calm. Measured. Like him. And they lit a match behind my ribs. I walked back into my bedroom, dimmed the lamp until the room looked like honey, and held my phone up again. If properly meant “more,” I could do more. I slid the robe off one shoulder. Took another photo — this one with my face half in shadow, eyes looking straight into the camera, the lace more obvious, the robe more absent. I sent it before I could talk myself out of it. This time he didn’t answer immediately. The delay made it worse. I imagined him in his room: tie loosened, sleeves rolled, glasses off, that composed mouth tightening at the corners as he looked at what I’d given him. I imagined him deciding whether to be careful with me… or not. Finally: Better. Now tell me the truth. Are you doing this because it’s fun… or because you want me to tell you what to do? My cheeks went hot. It was ridiculous — two adults, separated by hallways and floors, playing with words like they were fingers. But the question landed like it knew something about me I hadn’t said out loud. I stared at the screen. Then typed: I want you to tell me what to do. Graham Her confession hit me lower than it had any right to. I’d been sitting at the little desk by the window with an expense report open, pretending I had discipline. Then her first photo arrived and discipline became a memory. Mara wasn’t just pretty — she was alive. All sharp curiosity and soft edges. She wore confidence like a dare, but there was something under it that felt like trust if you handled it right. And if you handled it wrong, it would feel like theft. So I didn’t rush. I read her words again: I want you to tell me what to do. My thumb hovered. The temptation was to go straight for the filth. To see how far she’d go if I tugged on the right thread. But I’d learned, with time, that what really undid a person wasn’t crude language. It was being seen. I typed slowly. Then we do it on your terms. You can stop whenever you want. Say “red,” and I stop immediately. Understood? Her reply came fast. Understood. Good girl—no. Not yet. Not until she chose it. I looked at her second photo again. The shadows. The deliberate gaze. The open robe like an invitation she was trying to pretend wasn’t one. I let myself enjoy it for a moment. Then: Stand in front of the mirror. Turn the light down like you did for that photo. And take a picture that shows me what you look like when you’re trying to be brave. There. A challenge without a command. A doorway without a shove. The dots appeared instantly. Then: You’re dangerous. I smiled to myself, because she was the one about to be in trouble. Mara My hands were shaking, which made me laugh quietly because… seriously? I was in my own room. Alone. Safe. And yet I felt like I was about to step onstage. I turned the lamp down even more. My bedroom became a soft blur of gold and shadow. I stood in front of the mirror, robe open, lace catching the light. “What does brave look like?” I murmured to myself. Brave looked like my shoulders back. Brave looked like my chin lifted. Brave looked like choosing to be watched. I took the picture — full-length, mirror shot, the robe falling open enough to show lace and skin, my thighs bare, my expression steady even as my stomach flipped. Then, because I was apparently a lunatic, I took another: closer, angled, my mouth parted like I’d been interrupted mid-breath. I sent both. I waited. My body hummed with anticipation like a phone on vibrate. Seen. Then: There you are. Three words, and I swore my knees went soft. Another message followed: You’re not just brave. You’re beautiful. Now… do you want to keep teasing me, or do you want me to make you ache? I swallowed. The way he wrote — calm, confident, like he didn’t have to raise his voice to take control — made heat coil low in my belly. Make me ache, I typed, and my thumb hovered, then added: please. This time he waited long enough to make my breath stutter. Then: Good. Take the robe off. Keep the lace. And send me a photo that you would never let a stranger have. My entire body flushed at the word stranger, because that was exactly what we were. We’d talked for two nights in a hotel bar, exchanged numbers like it was casual, and now I was standing in my room with my robe in my hands feeling like I’d been waiting for this for years. I let the robe slip to the floor. The lace felt suddenly like a confession. I took the photo from the side, my silhouette in the mirror: the curve of my hip, the slope of my waist, the straps against my skin. It was intimate without being vulgar — the kind of image that made my heart race because it felt like something private had become shared. I sent it. The seen came instantly. No reply. No reply. And then—finally: That’s not for strangers, he wrote. That’s for me. I pressed my fingers against my mouth to keep from making a sound. Then he sent another message: Touch yourself. Not for the camera — for you. Tell me what you’re thinking while you do. My breath caught. I sat on the edge of my bed, phone in my hand, the room quiet except for the rain tapping the window. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere. I typed: I’m thinking about you watching. About you telling me I’m yours for this. About how I’d behave if you were here. My face burned after I hit send. And then his reply arrived like a hand at the small of my back. That’s it. Slow. Let it build. And if you want to send me one more… make it something I’ll replay in my head tomorrow. I lifted the phone again, hands unsteady, and took a short video — not explicit, but suggestive: the lace, my breathing, the way my body moved as if guided by something I couldn’t resist. My face turned away at the last second, like I was trying not to reveal how much I wanted it. I sent it. And then I put the phone down and let myself fall into the feeling. No rushing. No performance. Just the heat, the tension, the quiet pleasure of being guided by his words while alone, the way desire could fill a room without anyone else in it. My breathing turned ragged. My thoughts went soft and messy, all Graham’s voice in my head — composed, controlled, urging. When my phone buzzed, I snatched it up like it was oxygen. Graham Her video made me inhale through my teeth. Not because it showed everything — it didn’t. It didn’t have to. It showed enough: the lace, the movement, her breath. The undeniable fact that she was doing exactly what I’d told her, in her own room, because she wanted to. That was the part that got me. I’d been careful in my phrasing, careful in my pace, but there was no pretending I wasn’t affected. My control was a suit I wore well, but it was still just clothing. Underneath it, my body reacted like any man’s. I typed back: You’re being very good for me. Then I paused. Considered. Added: Tell me when you’re close. I want to know. The dots appeared almost immediately. I’m close, she wrote. I can’t… I can’t stay quiet. I stood up from the desk and moved toward the window, looking out at the lights smeared by rain. My room felt suddenly too small for the amount of want in it. I wrote: Then don’t. Let yourself. And when it happens, I want you to tell me exactly one honest thing: what you wished I’d done to you. A few seconds passed. Then: Okay. And then silence. The silence was the loudest part — the stretch where I knew she was on the edge, where my own restraint frayed. I let myself follow her there, guided by the images she’d sent and the way she’d written please like it was a gift. When my phone finally buzzed, I looked down so fast I nearly dropped it. Mara My hands were trembling when I picked up the phone. My whole body felt boneless, warm, wrung-out in the best way. I stared at the screen for a second, blinking like I’d just woken up. Then I typed, because he’d asked. Because I wanted him to know. I couldn’t hold it back. I just— I finished. Even writing it made my face flush again, like the moment was still happening. And then I added the one honest thing: I wished you’d had me up against the window. Like you owned the view. I hit send and exhaled shakily, half-laughing into my pillow. The reply came so quickly it felt like he’d been waiting with his finger poised. Graham Her message made my chest go tight. Not because it was crude — it wasn’t. It was intimate. It carried the image of her against the glass, rain outside, my hand steady at her hip, her mouth open with a sound she couldn’t keep in. And it pushed me the last few inches. I typed back with a steadiness I didn’t entirely feel: Good. I’m glad you let yourself. Then, because she deserved honesty too: You’re not the only one. I did too. I stared at that sentence for a long moment before I sent it. It felt like a confession — not shameful, just real. A bridge between two rooms. I hit send. Then I added: Sleep now, Mara. Tomorrow we go back to being polite strangers in the lobby. But tonight… you were mine, and you knew it. Mara I read it twice. Three times. My body softened all over again, the afterglow turning into something sweeter, heavier. I didn’t know if we’d ever do this again. I didn’t know if it was a one-night heat-haze that would evaporate with daylight. But I knew one thing: He had made me feel chosen. I typed back: Goodnight, Graham. I did know it. And then I turned my phone face down, hugged the pillow to my chest, and let sleep take me with the rain still tapping at the window like applause.

28 January 2026

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I hadn’t even planned on staying the night. My flight was grounded thanks to the storm rolling over the city, sheets of rain hurling against the airport windows as if the sky was angry at us all. The airline gave me a voucher and a hotel just off the strip. Nothing fancy, but clean, quiet. Room 1203. Twelfth floor. Corner room. I remember because the front desk clerk made a joke about the number, "Don’t worry, sir, no superstition here." By the time I got in, I was bone-tired. Stripped out of my damp clothes, tossed my bag on the chair, and pulled open the curtains to see the storm for myself. That’s when I saw her. Across the way, maybe two floors down, maybe three, but the same wing, lights on, blinds wide open. And she was undressing. It wasn’t a show. That’s what made it worse, or better. She was just moving through her room, barefoot on carpet, hair still damp, pulling her sweater over her head. I stood there, dumbstruck, as her bare back came into view. The line of her spine. The gentle curve of her hips in plain black panties. She had no idea. Or maybe she did. She turned slightly, enough to give me a glimpse of her chest, but not enough to feel deliberate. Just a sliver. A flash of skin. And then she vanished into the bathroom. I stood there like an idiot, suddenly aware I was still naked from the shower. My room was lit, too. The curtains open. The storm behind me. If she had looked up… Was she looking? I should have moved. Should’ve turned off the lights, should’ve closed the blinds, should’ve had some basic human decency. But I didn’t. I waited. Heart thudding in my throat like I was a kid again, caught somewhere between guilt and adrenaline. Then the bathroom door in her room cracked open. Steam rolled out first. Then came her shadow. Then her. She walked out wrapped in a towel, barely. It clung to her, damp in places, showing the contours of her hips, the curve of her breasts. Her hair was up, twisted messily in a clip. She moved to the window and paused. And looked right at me. We locked eyes. I felt it like a spark, instant and raw. My hand went still on the curtain. Her expression didn’t change, just a slight tilt of her head, like she was trying to decide if I was real. Then, slowly, so slowly, she let the towel drop. There was a moment, barely a heartbeat, where time didn’t move. She stood there, framed by the light of the room, body bare, skin kissed by the gold glow of the bedside lamp. Her breasts rose softly with each breath, nipples taut. Her stomach was flat, hips full, thighs strong. Between her legs, she was smooth, unhidden. She wasn’t teasing. She wasn’t posing. She was offering. And I couldn’t look away. My hand was already wrapped around my cock, thick and throbbing, the weight of her gaze fuelling a hunger I hadn’t felt in years. There was something about being seen. About knowing she was watching me, as much as I was watching her. Then she lay back on the bed, still angled toward the window, her legs parting slowly. Two fingers slid down her stomach. Paused. Then dipped between her thighs. Her head tilted back, lips parted. I could see her chest rise as she drew in a breath, her fingers stroking gently at first, circling, testing, coaxing pleasure. My hand moved in rhythm, tight and slick, every motion synchronized with hers like some unspoken dance. She moaned, silent to my ears but loud in my mind. Her back arched, one leg bent, opening her further, her fingers pressing deeper now, then drawing up to circle over her clit in slow, deliberate motions. God, she was beautiful. Her hips rolled, her pace quickened. I matched her, palm slick, strokes steady, every nerve in my body tightening with the buildup. Her mouth formed a soft ‘O’, her free hand gripping the sheet beneath her. Her thighs trembled. She was close. So was I. Our eyes locked one last time. And we came, together. Her face lit in ecstasy, mine flushed with release, the silence between us somehow louder than any sound. She collapsed back onto the bed, flushed and glowing, a satisfied stillness in her limbs. I leaned against the window, breath fogging the glass. It didn’t feel like voyeurism. It didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt like a secret. A moment that existed only between us. Even if we never spoke. The next morning, I checked out just after eight. Fresh shirt, coffee in hand, suitcase rolling behind me on worn carpet. She was there. At the front desk. Same eyes. Same face. Hair loose now, jeans and a sweater, the illusion of normalcy wrapped tightly around the memory of what had happened the night before. She glanced at me. I glanced at her. Nothing was said. She signed something, nodded politely to the clerk, and walked right past me without a word. Without a smile. Without a flicker of recognition. But I knew. And I think she knew I knew. Two strangers. No names. No promises. Just a moment. Burned into memory. Through the glass.

27 January 2026

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

12 January 2026

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

8 January 2026

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It had been a long road trip, and a very enjoyable one. We both love getting away and making a mess of the sheets in really nice Hotel knowing we don’t need to clean them or re make the bed. Now we where on the way home and had just pulled in for petrol - she said stay there ill do it your driving We had only met some months back but we hit it off from our first meeting, two, I guess mature, people looking to enjoy life after having done all of what life expected of us - it was our time now. The car filled and paid for she slid back into the passenger seat, knowingly and slowly she smiled as she opened her legs and made sure her dress was high enough to expose her newly waxed crack. “What are you looking at Driver” - I played along “Nothing sorry nothing just making sure you were ok “ “I’m fine - lets drive, you dirty old man”, she laughed -“Slut, I grinned back” she warmly squeezed my thigh and we took off. After about 5 mins I asked if she had gotten coffee for us - she said I think we’ve had enough today, anyway I got something better, much better. She bent down and from her bag revealed a pack of Maltesers. What’s this I’m not a kid - what she did next was worth the trip back to childhoods favourite sweet. As I kept my eyes on the road and at the same time glancing at this lovely creature next to me - a women so full of life and energy she could charge batteries and a body hot enough to melt them. She took a Malteser from the pack - licked it held it in her lips - then loudly sucked it into her mouth and crunched the sweet chocolate. “Nice” I said Then she did it again and after she passed me one - the wet sweet resting on my lip and pushed it in my mouth, her finger lingering there till it was all the way in. The driving and concentration got harder and so did I. She leant over and grabbed my dick - “I thought you didn’t like Kids lollies?” “I'm trying to drive” “ok -maybe one more” She settled back in her seat, and opened legs so wide - she knew I was looking. Then she took a Malteser and slowed rubbed it along the length of her cunt finishing with a little twist to gather enough of her juice, and she held it under my nose and then rubbed on my lips and pushed it into my mouth. WELL NOW I HAVE TO STOP THE CAR. I think that afternoon I ate more Maltese’s than I had for many, many a year - it’s now my road trip favourite, and when I say lets get Maltese’s - we both know what we mean. They taste so much better now I’m older.

28 December 2025

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You dared me to hit the boxing day sales commando, wearing a cock ring and Viagra infused. We were going to the same shops at the same time and you never know your luck. Well my luck was in, you found me as I was checking out some books in the book store. My cock was semi hard, but noticeably visible. I didn't notice you walk up beside me and check out a book, then reach over to grab one directly in front of me. That's when I realised who you were and stepped back so you could move past me. You deliberately pushed back against me and you murmured something as you felt my cock twitch against you. We silently moved down the length of the table, looking at books, you grinning as you felt my cock getting harder. Your little sundress wasn't covering much and it was quite obvious you were commando and braless By the time we got to the end of the table, we both had what we were looking for and went and paid. I moved my bag around to my front so that not everybody could see my obvious boner. You came out after me and said you needed company for the 2 more stores you had to visit. We plodded along and chatted about what Santa had bought us for Christmas and all the while you were taunting and teasing me. You told me that you knew somewhere a little less crowded and if we were lucky, there could be an ice cream van. Who was I to say no to ice cream, so off we went to a lovely little park near Jimboomba. Sure enough there was ice cream, we got one each and off we went on the bushwalk. About 10-15 minutes walk in, you grabbed my hand and pulled me to a picnic table you spied, pushed me down onto it and devoured my rock hard cock. You gagged a little as you tried to get it all the way in, but it wasn't long before I blew into your mouth and you swallowed like a good girl you are. I reciprocated and you were very quick to cum. I stood and eased my now hard again cock inside your soaked pussy. You growled as I slid in deep on the first go and told me to ruin you pussy. I did absolutely that, I had your legs up and open and just hammered you for all I was worth. You didn't want to change position as the view of my cock slamming into you was making you more excited. I grunted I was going to cum again and you wrapped your legs around me and told me to fill you up with all I had left. Your hand moved to your clit and was a blur as we both came at the same time. We quickly cleaned up and just in time as an elderly couple came into view. We headed out to the cars and you gave me a deep passionate kiss and said you had better get back to the hubby and kids. I smacked your ass and told you to be safe and see you at the pool party for NYE. Its going to be a good NYE this year I hope

28 December 2025

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The club's air hung thick with the scent of sweat and sex, pulsing lights casting shadows over writhing bodies in the public room. She was forty-five, curves softened by years but still begging to be grabbed, and he—twenty years her junior. Her legs trembled as she climbed out of the pizza oven, that wicked contraption with its stirrups splayed wide, leaving her pussy exposed and ravaged by a line of anonymous dicks who'd taken turns thrusting inside her. One after another, cocks of all sizes had plunged deep, filling her until her juices leaked down her thighs. Some then eagerly ran their tongues around her pussy lips, slurping up her juices. She'd lost count after the fifth, her curvy body quaking through orgasm after orgasm, creamy white skin flushed pink from the relentless pounding and licking. Spotting him across the room, her heart skipped—his dark, lean frame leaned back on that couch, his skin gleaming under the strobing lights, skinny frame taut with youthful energy. His big cock, thick and unyielding, had already marked her as his in the private booth earlier, pounding her creamy white ass until she screamed. Another woman was on her knees between his legs, her lips stretched around his thick, veined cock, her mouth working his shaft with eager slurps, as she took him deep. Jealousy flickered at the sight, but only served to flare the heat between her legs. He spotted her, eyes locking on hers with that possessive glint, and patted the cushion beside him. 'Come here, beautiful,' he murmured, voice low and commanding. She obeyed, stumbling across the to him, thighs slick with the evidence of her slutty indulgence, hips swaying, tits bouncing with each step, sinking onto the cushion beside him. She slid in close, her body brushing his as the woman below bobbed her head faster, slurping wetly and gagging on his length. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his side, while his free hand delved straight into her drenched folds. Fingers—strong, insistent—pushed inside her stretched pussy, while his thumb circled her swollen clit. She moaned, arching into his touch, as he claimed her mouth in a deep, owning kiss. The other woman's moans vibrated through his cock, but he ignored her, focused solely on driving his fingers deeper, pumping in rhythm with the blowjob below. 'You were incredible in there,' he growled against her lips, free hand gripping her tit, pinching the nipple hard. ‘Being my good girl,' he murmured, 'Letting all those cocks use you like the slut you are. But this pussy... it's mine to play with now.' The words sent shivers through her, his twenty-year age gap only heightening the thrill—he so young, yet handling her like she was his to cherish and control. Her walls clenched around his fingers, the jealousy melting into raw need as another climax built fast. 'Watch her suck me,' he commanded, twisting his fingers to stroke her inner walls, hitting that spot deep inside her. But know you're the one I want to fill up.' She broke the kiss to watch the blowjob continue below, the princess gagging on his pulsating appendage , wet smacks echoing, saliva dripping down her chin. He however, stayed focused, eyes locked on her, dark, intense and protective. The orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her pussy clenching around his thrusting fingers, juices squirting over his hand, as she whimpered into his kiss. He didn't stop, pinching her nipple as he worked her, grounding her in his dominance. drawing it out until she slumped against him, panting. The other woman pulled off him with a pop, looking up expectantly, but he waved her away, thanking her for her service. He then turned to her, and in a soft but commanding voice said: ‘Climb on, baby. Ride me. Show me your mine.’ She straddled him eagerly, his slick cock—still rock-hard and glistening—nudging her entrance. She sank down inch by inch, enveloping him in her cum-slick heat, both of them groaning at the stretch, until he filled her completely. His hands gripped her ass, guiding her up and down. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, the club's voyeurs eyed on them, watching as he claimed her publicly. 'That's it, take every bit of my cock,' he growled, thrusting up to meet her, balls slapping her ass. Sweat slicked their bodies, her creamy skin contrasting his dark tone as she ground down under his watchful eye. He leaned up, sucking a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to mark her as his. 'My little slut, he murmured into her aching breast. The possessiveness in his touch, that daddy edge wrapping around her like chains, made her feel owned, cherished, utterly his—age be damned.

22 December 2025

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We meet at the small cafe around the corner from my place, both of us running on the fumes of a long day. The street is still radiating warmth from another stinker of a week. The street lights are flickering on, and only a dedicated few are sweating it out at the al fresco tables. You’re leaning back in your chair, one leg crossed over the other, eyes flickering over me as you sip from your glass. It starts as an innocent shift of movement — your heel slipping from your shoe, your foot dragging lazily up my calf as you stretch out your tired feet. You do it absent-mindedly at first, but when I don’t pull away, you press just a little firmer, your toes tracing higher, deliberately now. I give you a look over the rim of my coffee cup, but you only give me a knowing tilt of your head, as if daring me to react. I’m still warm and sticky from the gym, my clothes clinging to my skin and welcoming the sporadic breezes that provide the only relief from the humidity, both on me and all around me. You don’t seem to mind. In fact, the way your foot lingers, teasing against my thigh, tells me you might like it. Mostly it just reminds me I need a shower, which gives me an idea. I reach for your hand, fingers sliding between yours as I stand. There’s no need for pretense — I have a plan, and you can sense it. You squeeze my hand once, falling into step beside me as we go, glancing at me and hoping for an explanation. A short walk, just around the corner, and we’re back at my gym. It’s late enough, and hot enough, that the place looks completely empty, with no staff, no machines, not even the sound of faintly clinking weights. The fans whir and rotate, pushing stale sweaty air for no one. I lead you through the doors, and head toward the lockers, going through the motions as if I were simply finishing a workout, letting the moment stretch just a little longer. You lean casually against the row of lockers, watching me, your mouth smirking with amusement at the where we are and what I might be up to. Once I’m sure the coast is clear, I tip my head toward the hallway. You follow without hesitation, your heels clicking softly against the tiles until we reach the change rooms. I lead us straight to the last cubicle at the end — a spacious shower stall with a small wooden bench and a lockable door. The second the door clicks shut, my hands are on you. I press you back against the tiled wall, my mouth reaching yours in a desperate, searching kiss. We have to be quiet, careful, but that only adds to the heat between us. Also contributing is the heat in the room, untouched by the fans with enough humidity to coat us both with a fresh layer of sweat. My hands slide down your sides, fingertips teasing the edge of your fitted skirt before gripping your ass and pulling you flush against me. Even through my gym shorts, there’s no disguising just how much I love your body, how much I’ve thought about this exact moment and am ready to act on it. Your hands run up my torso, dragging over my stomach, skimming over my chest. You feel how warm, and slightly damp I am, and it feels like we might just melt together. Then, with deliberate intent, your hand drifts lower. You seek out the growing bulge in my shorts, fingers squeezing just enough to make me suck in a sharp breath. I exhale, forehead resting against yours, almost sliding off from the mutual sweat. The thrill of it tingles between us — the risk, the secrecy, the sheer intensity of being here, together, barely restrained. My fingers dig into the fabric of your skirt, gripping your hips as I press you back even harder, unable to stop myself from squeezing just a little more. And we haven’t even turned on the water yet. I tug my shirt over my head, the fabric peeling away from my damp skin. Your hands are on me immediately, fingertips gliding over my stomach, my chest, nails grazing lightly. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you reach lower, palming the hard outline in my shorts. A grin flickers across your lips as you grab the hem of my shorts and slide them down, watching as they catch momentarily on my erection before finally slipping to the floor. I step out of them, leaving only my underwear between us. Your playfully blank expression looks up at mine as you lower yourself to a crouch, your fingers hooking into the waistband. Instead of pulling them down outright, you tug the elastic with your teeth, snapping it back against my skin before pressing a teasing, almost-too-soft bite to the tip through the fabric. I inhale sharply, my fingers tightening in your hair as you stand again, letting me make the next move. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close, my lips finding your neck. My hands trace up your back, unhooking your blouse and sliding it from your shoulders, feeling it cling and grab from the sweat as I tug. I enjoy every inch of skin revealed, and you shiver slightly, an incongruous motion in this swampy environment. Your sheer bra barely conceals your hardening nipples, and I make sure to brush past them as I move. You seem to know what I’m thinking, because you arch your back slightly as I reach behind you and unclasp it. You squeeze your shoulders together, letting the straps slip forward until your bra falls away completely, leaving you bare. The faint lines from the fabric remain on your soft skin — a sign of the restraint you’ve been under all day. Now, finally, you’re free, and mine to touch and explore. I press my face to your chest and inhale deeply. You smell incredible — warm, sweaty, faintly sweet, with the lingering traces of perfume. My face is slippery on your chest as my hands cup your breasts, my thumbs circling over your nipples before I lower my lips to kiss them, taking my time, noting the way your breath hitches. Before I can continue, you step back. Your turn. You kneel before me, placing both hands at the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, teasingly, you begin to slide them down. My cock is already hard, the tip just beginning to emerge as you keep an excruciatingly steady pace. When my underwear finally falls, my erection springs free, thick and pulsing from the heat and excitement. You take a moment, letting your eyes roam over me, taking in the faint red lines left on my waist by the fabric. You know how much I hate clothes. You know how much I love this. Your hand wraps around me, firm, confident, and you lean in, your tongue flicking over the tip in a wicked promise of what’s to come. But first, you have something else in mind. You stand, stepping back just enough to let me watch as you reach for the zipper on your high-waisted skirt. I am almost audibly groaning as you slowly peel it down, shimmying it over your hips before lifting it up and over your head. No knickers. You stand before me, completely bare, and I swear I’ve never wanted you more. Without another word, I reach back and turn on the shower. We resist the urge to duck for cover from the icy spray of cold that cuts through the intense heat. Instead we press into each other, gasping for air at the freshness of the temperature, and laughing, almost giggling at the shock. It is a relief to have our own bubble of cooler climate, and as we continue to clasp together we adapt to the cold, or the water warms, and it feels just perfect. Your nipples are insatiably erect, borderline distressed at the cold and the excitement. We affirm our position under the water together and exchange a long, passionate embrace. Our bodies press together, slick with the rushing stream, the heat of our skin contrasting against the cool cascade. I step back, taking in the sight of you beneath the falling water, watching as it rushes over your naked body, plunging down between your breasts, tracing every curve and valley. The droplets glisten against your skin, enhancing the smooth lines of your body, making you even more mesmerising in the dimly lit shower. When I press myself into you again, I watch the water sheet over your back, cascading down and arcing over the perfect swell of your ass before splashing onto the tiled floor. The sensation of your wet, warm skin against mine sends a shiver through me that has nothing to do with the cooling water. With the water still running, I shift forward just slightly, stepping out of the direct stream so it now courses down my back. A light spray surrounds us, misting over our heated skin, cooling us just enough to keep the moment from becoming overwhelming. You drop to your knees before me, your fingers wrapping firmly around my cock. You lean in, your lips parting just enough to slowly drag your tongue along the sensitive head. The feeling is exquisite, the combination of your warm mouth and the cool water making my pulse hammer in my ears. Despite the steady stream of the shower, you taste the salty slickness of my precum on your tongue. The temptation to take me fully into your mouth is strong, but you resist, delaying the moment, teasing me with slow, deliberate licks. You nudge your lips forward, brushing them against my tip, then pulling back just enough to make me ache for more. With one hand wrapped around my shaft, you press a gentle kiss to the very tip before pushing forward, your mouth enveloping my head. I groan softly at the sensation — your lips hot and wet, the pressure just right. My cock is thick and hard against your tongue, filling your mouth. You barely remember to breathe. Sensing my pleasure, you begin to move — slow, measured strokes, taking me in deeper, then retreating, letting yourself breathe before plunging forward again. One hand caresses my stomach, trailing along the ridges of muscle damp with water, while the other moves lower, cupping my balls, tracing backwards, sliding around to my ass, pulling me closer. The sensation is almost too much — I feel like I could come immediately, overwhelmed by the sight of you kneeling before me, the heat of your mouth and the intensity of the moment. For a jarring second, I remember where we are which begets another wave of excitement from the layer of danger underpinning our act. I steady myself, gripping the tiled wall, determined to make this last. But from the warmth of your mouth, the warm water down my back, and your hands in all my favourite places — it’s clear what you want me to do, and I am not going to be able to stop. I have one hand on the back of your head, not pushing but guiding, following your natural motion as you shift back and forth along the shaft. Your tongue rolls around the tip as it passes, each flick and swirl sending shocks of pleasure through me. I am clenching and flexing, moving to climax, my breath coming harder, louder and less controlled. You are in rhythm, and my hips take the cue, pushing back and forth gently to compensate, to match the slow, wet, deliberate movements of your mouth. I don’t even know when, but you are touching yourself while you kneel, fingers working between your legs as you pleasure me. The sight fills me with overwhelming pleasure, and gratitude that you are doing this — not just for me and my pleasure, but for yours as well. Sensing that I am near, I want to give you a cue, to give you the chance to show me the green light. I take hold of my cock, and you respond by parting your lips expectantly. Your eyes meet mine, filled with desire, mixed with some nerves but mostly excitement, the sheer thrill of it all written across your face. Your mouth is open as I stroke myself, my tip flicking against your lips and your tongue. The sensation is purely overwhelming. Your hand is on my butt, gripping firmly, and you feel it clench as I explode into your mouth, onto your tongue. It is hot and wet, and you feel my cock still pulsing with pleasure in your hand as you squeeze every last drop from me, milking out every bit of release as the water continues to cascade around us. I can barely stand as my whole body tenses and then relaxes, my head spins from the temperatures and the steam, and I just want to bring you close to me. I had wanted to be inside you so badly as well. Despite coming, I am still enraptured by your naked body and your pleasure in my explosion. I pull you over to me under the water and kiss you under it (you have tastefully disposed of my come down the drain) but I can taste it on you and feel the pleasure you get from it. We are both still under the water and melting together in the warmth and pleasure. You pivot and press your bum into me, playing the little spoon, and i run my hands over your breasts, clenching on your nipples and letting the warm water trail between your cleavage, straight down to your vulva and your clit, where I place my hand over yours. You guide my hand where to go and we rub together in a slow exploration of where this could yet go. By now we have completely disregarded that we are in a public place, and that — theoretically — anyone could be around, listening or even watching. we take no notice, for we are on an unstoppable path of motion. Within no time we are rubbing furiously in tandem, and the warm water combines with our movement to create a pure, warm wave of satisfaction between your legs. Your hand moves in tight, desperate circles over your clit, and I press a finger inside you, feeling you tremble against me. You’re gripping me, your body drawing me deeper with each movement. I ease a second finger in, feeling the resistance, and the way you shudder against my chest sends a rush of need straight through me. I fall into rhythm with you, my fingers pushing in and out, curling slightly to meet the pulse of your pleasure. Our bodies rock together, friction and pressure building with every breath, and synchronised with our movements I slide a third finger into you, keeping it there as we continue our rhythm. Time disintegrates. I can’t tell if you climax after 10 minutes or 30 seconds. For that time we are locked in mutual touching and feeling, consumed by the sensation, with no barriers to how you and I are smashing together. The outside world ceases to exist, the gym, the risk, the possibility of being heard — it all melts away. We might as well be on another planet, in a solar system all to our own. Even if someone heard us, or saw us, they would they would have no choice but to bear silent witness to our achievement of perfection. When you break — your body clenches around my fingers, every muscle trembling, rigid against me. I am almost holding you off the ground, the way your thighs lock, trapping my hand as you pulse around me in waves, your orgasm tearing through you in shuddering, breathless gasps. I hold you through it, feeling the aftershocks ripple against my fingers, gripping me in desperate, rhythmic contractions. I’m barely breathing, caught between awe and hunger, letting out sounds I don’t even recognise. For a moment, we are so loud that it returns an echo off the tiled walls. The realisation crashes over us, jolting us back to the present. But neither of us move away. Completely spent, we sink into each other, letting the water run over our bodies, supporting each other as our hearts pound in unison. We turn off the water, the sudden quiet bringing us back to the moment. Steam rises in lazy swirls, clinging to our skin as we settle onto the wooden seat, our bodies warm, sated, and heavy with exhaustion. You lean into me, your damp hair sticking to my shoulder, and I press a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead.

13 December 2025

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The beach was my escape that afternoon, the sun warming my skin through the light fabric of my summer dress, the breeze teasing the hem and sending little shivers up my thighs. I'd chosen this colourful sundress on purpose—vibrant florals that hugged my curves just right, the neckline dipping low enough to hint at the fullness of my breasts, the skirt short enough to flirt with the air. At 52, I knew my body was a weapon: soft hips that swayed, heavy tits that strained against the thin material, and between my legs, a hunger that hadn't been properly satisfied in years. I wasn't here for a stroll; I was here to feel alive, to chase that spark of danger in broad daylight. I spotted him on the bench first—alone, eyes on the view, but I could sense his restlessness. He looked like he needed no invitation , and I was in the mood to give one. I approached slowly, my sandals shuffling softly on the sandy path, stopping just in front of him. No words; words would ruin the thrill. I turned my body slightly, letting the breeze lift my dress a fraction, exposing the smoothness of my thighs. His gaze flicked to me, then away, then back—hooked. I smiled, warm and inviting, standing close enough that he could smell my perfume, feel the heat radiating from my skin. My heart raced as I waited, facing forward now, pretending to admire the ocean view. Why him? Because he looked safe yet tempted, because the area was quiet, and because my pussy was already aching, bare under the dress—no panties to get in the way, just slick folds begging for touch. The breeze played again, fluttering the fabric higher, and I felt his eyes on me, devouring the curve of my ass, the shadow between my legs. Come on, I thought, make your move. Then it came—his palm, tentative at first, pressing gently against the back of my calf. Warm, rougher than I expected. I didn't flinch; I stood still, letting him test the waters. His fingers traced up, slow and exploratory, over the swell of my knee, the soft inner thigh. Heat pooled in my core, my clit swelling as anticipation built. Higher... yes, there, the edge of my mound brushing his knuckles. I was soaked already, my juices coating my lips, dripping slightly down my thigh. He froze for a heartbeat, then caressed bolder, his hand cupping the heat of my cunt through the thin barrier of air. I parted my legs just a whisper, inviting him in without a sound. His fingers explored, sliding along my slit, parting the wet folds to find my entrance. God, the relief when he pushed two inside—thick and insistent, stretching my walls as he pumped slowly. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, facing the park like nothing was happening, but my hips rocked subtly against his hand. He found my clit with his thumb, rubbing in firm circles that made my knees weaken, my nipples harden into peaks against the dress. 'Mmm,' I hummed softly, the only sound I allowed, as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. He worked me harder, fingers curling to hit that spot deep inside, his palm grinding against my mound. The breeze cooled the wetness seeping out, but his touch kept me burning. Once he slipped a finger in my arse as well, it was over. Climax hit like a wave—my thighs clamped around his hand, trapping him as my pussy spasmed, gushing over his fingers in hot pulses. I gripped him tight, riding it out silently, stars bursting behind my eyes. When it faded, I released him, feeling his hand trail up over the round globes of my ass, squeezing the flesh before pulling away. I turned then, and watched as he licked my juices off his fingers. I should have given him one last smile—grateful, wicked—and walked off, my dress settling back into place, thighs slick and trembling. But, he had awakened something, so as I stood facing him, I didn’t move, silently willing him to explore more. The telepathy worked - in an instant he had lifted my dress for a good long look, and his fingers quickly found their way to my moist, dripping cunt again. This time, I pulled the top of my dress to the side, exposing my breast and leaning into him encouraging him to take my full breast into his mouth whilst he was working my pussy. His tongue playing with my nipple was like turning a tap on, and my pussy was gushing. So wet. So hot. Thoroughly enjoying the attention, and the thrill of the moment. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out as his strong fingers bought me to yet another orgasm. Slowly I composed myself, readjusted my clothing and turned to walk away. As I melted into the path, I heard nothing behind me, but I knew he'd savour it, just as I'd savour the ache, the secret thrill. Who knew what tomorrow's breeze might bring?

28 November 2025

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It was a beautiful day! I wanted to get out into nature, so time to take the 4x4 out. He got it out of the shed, and we loaded it with picnic things, the esky and jumped in. Driving along the back roads, we had the music on and the windows down. My smile was huge! Sunshine, music and going on an adventure was a favourite way to spend the day. Winding our way through the Glasshouse Mountains, we got to Booloumba Creek. There were a few people playing at the edge of the water crossing. Selecting the right gear, he slowly moved into the water crossing. Waves were pushing off the front of the vehicle. Seeing the vehicle pushing through the water had me smiling from ear to ear. Does it get better than this? We came out of the creek on the other side. We could see where others had been before us. Water that had dripped off their vehicles had made a damp spot on the track. We followed the narrow track around and came to a beautiful open space with picnic tables, on the edge of the creek. We stopped and went to the back of the vehicle for the picnic basket. He opened the back door and the way it swung open, blocked the view toward the track. He grabbed me around the middle and pulled me back into his crotch. "Can you feel that?" he said pressing his hardening cock into my arse. I could feel how hard he was getting through his shorts. He was nibbling and kissing my neck, he knows how that makes my body respond. I started pushing myself back into his hardening member. "Not yet" he said and stepped away. I had to take a deep breath and hold the back of the vehicle. My legs were turning to jelly! Composing myself again, I followed him across to the picnic table. He had put the tablecloth over it and was setting out the food. I had the drinks. The top came off a midori for me and he grabbed a beer. As I sat I told him he had been very unfair, turning me on like that and walking away. He promised it would continue later, as his hand pushed my dress aside and he ran his hand up my leg. Again he stopped before reaching my undies. Sitting there in the open, taking in the sounds of the bush, listening to the water run over rocks in the creek, snuggled into my man, it was close to perfect. I finished my midori. I was getting up to put it into the bin. 'What are you doing?' he asked. I told him it was finished, so was going to the bin. 'I want you to leave it here for a minute' he said and got me to sit down next to him again. He swung one leg over the seat of the picnic table so that his back faced the dirt track. Cars had been going past every now and then. He lent forward and whispered into my ear "swing your leg over the seat so you are sitting sideways, facing toward me". I lifted my dress and did as he asked. We were now both sitting sideways on the bench seat of the table, facing each other. 'Do you trust me?' he asked, his voice husky. I could see his cock straining the front of his shorts. Obviously whatever he was thinking about doing was turning him on! 'Yes' I whispered to him. He kissed me passionately. I could feel my heart rate increase. I was getting breathless with anticipation! He reached for the midori bottle. As he took the metal lid off and the ring around the top. He quietly said 'do you know what I'm going to do with this?'. I nodded, not able to speak. I lent in and kissed him deeply, flicking my tongue into his mouth. I reached for his cock. 'No you don't', he said, stopping my hand with his. 'This all about you today. It will be my turn tonight' he said. 'Open your legs wider', he said and moved closer to me. 'Open your mouth' he said. He held the bottle to my mouth. 'Lick it, suck it, make it wet before I put it in you'. I could feel my pussy throbbing and knew how wet it would be. I did as I was told and started licking the top of the bottle as he held it. I could hear a little groan from him as I picked my tongue up the neck of the bottle. I could see how hard he was, and wished it was his cock I was licking! I took the top of the bottle into my mouth. 'Good girl' he said as I face fucked the bottle. He slid his free hand up my leg, under my dress and he ran his hand over my pussy, feeling to see how wet I was. He could feel how warm and wet I was under my knickers. I felt his finger slide my knickers sideways, leaving my pussy exposed. I felt his fingers brush across my pussy. I wanted him in me! Sitting there facing each other, we were both so horny we had blocked out everything happening around us. We heard a vehicle coming down the dirt track. As soon as he heard the vehicle, his hand paused. 'Let's give it a second' he said and paused, watching the car. Sitting there, my brain had ceased functioning. He had built the anticipation and now my only focus was being filled. I leaned over and put my head on his chest. I had my legs open and my pussy exposed. I lent into him and he kissed the top of my head and said 'I'll fill you in a minute beautiful. It looks like they are driving past'. As the car passed, I felt his hand start moving up my leg again. 'Now where were we?' he asked. I felt his fingers moving toward my opening and I felt him rubbing my pussy. "Do you need something in here?" he asked. I nodded. 'Yes please' my voice sounded breathless. I saw him move his hand with the bottle from the table toward my crotch. I could feel him rubbing his fingers in my juices, slipping a couple of his fingers into my pussy. I watched him use his moist fingers to lubricate the neck of the bottle. Slowly he began pushing the bottle neck into my pussy. I could feel the hardness from the glass as he slowly slid it in a bit, then pulled it back out, then in, and out. I could see how turned on he was, watching as the neck of the bottle slid in and out of my saturated pussy. It felt delicious! I love seeing him aroused, knowing he was getting pleasure from pleasing me. He had developed a rhythm, sliding it in and out, in and out. My pussy was soaked! I could feel it starting to pulse and tighten around the bottle. Obviously I was starting to get a bit loud, he kissed me to muffle my pleasure noises. I couldn't hold on any more! As I came on the bottle, my pussy squirted. My body was pulsing from my pussy all the way down my legs. I sat there with the bottle still in me and his arms around me snuggling into his chest. 'How was that baby girl' he asked as he kissed my head and held me. 'Mmmmmmmmmmm' I replied, unable to speak yet. My legs were jelly. I wouldn't be moving any time soon!

1 November 2025

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Over the last couple of years, as we’ve entered the empty nest phase of life, we’ve been exploring a bit of a nude lifestyle as we have previously been apart of the swinging / Hot Wife space. We are both comfortable with ourselves; we're certainly no models, but we hold it together well. We’ve visited nudist retreats, camping locations, and even approved public beaches. However, living in an oppressive state for alternative lifestyles means that, despite having some of the best beaches in the world, it’s illegal to be naked there! So, after what seemed like an incredibly long and cold winter, we seized the opportunity in early October to break free from the shackles of winter and enjoy a day on the beach a few hours south of Brisbane where nudity is allowed without prosecution. We planned our trip carefully, making sure to bring drinks, lunch, a sunshade, a picnic blanket, a speaker, and towels. We set off on a pleasant three-hour drive. The weather was perfect, the sun was warm, and low tide was setting in. The timing provided one of those great moments that most men can relate to in a nude lifestyle: watching my wife bend over to set up parts of the sunshade and picnic blanket after disrobing. We werent there long when a curious gentleman approached us and asked about appropriate etiquette on a nude beach. We explained that it was only our second time on a nude beach. While we weren’t shy, having come from a swinging lifestyle where there was often a lot of nudity at parties, we weren’t entirely sure about the strict rules of beach life. We had read forums with differing opinions on what should or shouldn’t be done. We informed him that the best thing he could do was ask questions about people’s comfort levels when he met them. Although the conversation never really went beyond hypothetical scenarios about public masturbation and participation, his cock betrayed the calm exterior of the conversation. It went through states of arousal, from semi-erect to fully erect, producing lots of pre-cum that was blowing in the wind, leaving a sheen across his swollen head. This certainly gave away the thoughts running through his head while chatting with my wife. The effect on my wife was quite apparent. She’s a sucker for pre-cum, and seeing the volume being produced, I asked if she was tempted to touch or taste it. She confidently said yes, but she thought it seemed inappropriate after their conversation about engaging with people on the beach. The other beachgoers were paying attention to their interaction. My wife sat either cross-legged or with her legs apart, exposed to our new talkative friend. One of them came to inquire about the topic of conversation. (We’ve found that once someone breaks the ice, others seem confident to follow.) It was during this conversation that my wife and I would take quick trips down to the water to splash or wash the sand off. That’s when my wife noticed something an elderly gentleman was doing. With the arousal of the conversation, the elderly gentleman and my wife approached each other after she had a quick splash in the ocean. They seemed to be having a good conversation, and I briefly went to say hello on my way to the water. I spoke quickly because I wanted to wash the sand off and continued on my journey. When I came out, they were standing closer together, and the length of my wife’s new friend’s cock was constantly bumping up against her thighs. Having been together for a long time and seen her in action with other partners, I quickly identified the wanton look she develops—a look of no self-control when she wants to touch something. Our new friend was very okay with this urge and had an urge himself to touch her wonderful soft breasts and hyper-sensitive nipples. This sensitivity may have been caused by the breeze, his hands on them, or the audience of other beach nudists indulging themselves while watching. I myself started to react like the gentleman who was talking earlier: clear liquid was being produced while watching her play with his very, very large member. Her soft hands made him involuntarily thrust, and her spare hand now started to tend to her own urges. I had to get more of her; there is a certain sexiness that takes her over which I find ridiculously irresistible. Once I touched her breast and started kissing her, she turned directly to me to equal my energy. The advantage of this was that she now had both hands on me and second benefit: he was now behind her and asked if he could enter her? Unfortunately, there was no condom in sight as no-one had pockets to carry any, so the answer was no. But that didn’t mean the fun was over—far from it. Our very large-penis friend was skilful enough to slide his cock between her thighs, which were soaking due to a day of being naked and exhibitionistic and now from being hands-on. There was heat coming from her, and I got to see something extremely erotic as he was sliding his cock back and forth between her thighs, against her pussy lips. What really caught me off guard was that from behind her, his member was poking all the way through, and you could see his large head pushing her lips apart as he kept thrusting forward and back. The motion made her bend forward to put her hands on my chest and she confessed to me me how it was feeling moving back and forth, and the temptation to just let him enter her and offering a very sexy but slightly guilty confession of how she loves very large cocks, I mean, I’m happy with what I’m packing, but this was pro-level cock, and I could not blame her if she gave in and just let nature take its course, as she does love to be stretched. To both of their credits, they stopped to regroup right on the edge of no return. We used this as a moment to collect ourselves, and all went and used the ocean as a cold shower effect. With the sun now setting and long drive ahead of us, we packed up and made the journey back where we passed the hours reliving the moments over again, buy the time we got home it was straight to the bedroom and played with her large toy, which is conveniently now named after her new beach friend!

18 October 2025

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This happened a few years ago, but I decided to add to this collections by writing something that happened to us. We live in Adelaide, South Australia. We drove way south to a nude beach called Maslins. We spent the day, naked in the sun, conversing with several people, friendly chat and so forth. We got up and walked along the beach, stopping to talk with a guy sunning himself. He was a polite guy, mid thirties I would say and he was an English tourist. We then moved back to our spot and continued for the rest of the day enjoying the sunshine. Around 5pm, we decided to go home, so we walked the long flight of stairs back to the car park. When we got there, the Englishman also arrived at his car, ready to leave as well. I noticed my wife looking at him, so I asked her did she want to do anything. She said she would like to go talk to the Englishman and ask him if he would like a BJ (blowjob). I said, go for it. Anyway, I got into my car and watch as she walked across the carpark with just a towel wrapped around her naked body. I watched her talk to him, then both got into the back seat of his car. I sat there having a smoke and occasionally seeing her head pop up for a few seconds before disappearing again. After about 10 minutes, she got out of his car and came back to our car. I saw other people had also watched the event and smirked at her as she walked back. She got into the car and gave me a big kiss(which was somewhat salty), before I asked her how it went, she said it was great. She said while she was sucking his cock, she realised that she would have to swallow his cum so not to mess up his car. She said he had a lovely cock, right sized for her mouth and enjoyed giving an anonymous blowjob with so many people in the carpark watching. I was so proud of her for taking the initiative to be the little cumslut cock sucker she is and gave her a hug and proceeded home. I wanted to her to give me every detail, to which I had a hardon for the whole drive home.

14 October 2025

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The couple messaged me first with a wink and then a message saying that they loved my profile and my desire for voyeurism. They had always wanted to be watched whilst having sex, and if I could take some photographs that would be a bonus. They offered to host at their house and after an initial meet and greet, I was told to wait in the lounge with the husband. After five minutes we were called in to see the wife kneeling on the bed on all fours - splayed out in sheer black stockings, glossy black high heels and a very tight bustier. Her amazingly full, voluptuous and rounded tits hung and swung invitingly. 'Well?' she asked with a wry smile. 'Fuck yes,' was all I could say as I cupped her tits from behind, grinding her with my instant hard on. I couldn't take my clothes off fast enough as could the husband who started licking his wife from behind. 'Just watch, wank and soft touch remember,' he said. She groaned with pleasure as her husband buried his face in her. 'Get in font of me so I can see,' she said. 'Take some pictures as well.' I quickly took some pictures of her groaning in pleasure, her husband licking her out and then guiding his eight inch cock into her. 'Wank,' she screamed. 'Let me see you wank, wank that thick monster cock.' I honestly thought I was going to cum there and then but I held back. The husband flipped her over and straddled her on top. 'Take some pics,' he said 'hurry up I'm not going to last long. I snapped off a few more pics before his wife started to scream 'wank', again. 'Wank that big fucker all over me... cum on my tits. Spray my tits.' The husband had increased his pace , her tits jiggled and swayed in rhythm. He sped up, his muscles tightening. 'I'm going to cum,' he said. 'So am I,' she replied.' Spray me... spray my tits.' As she groaned those words he came with a loud yell of release, she came with a softer groan and eye roll, and I shot three massive loads of hot creamy cum over her bouncing tits. She rubbed it in licked her hands dry and then I unexpectedly came again with a second cum load. I gave back her phone that I'd taken the pictures on, dressed and left. I got home and came again whilst showering and reliving the experience on my own. They also came again after a second passionate session on their own. They messaged to say it was their hardest deepest cum ever after being watched and wanked too which was their most erotic experience to date. I messaged back saying mine was equally deep having been so turned on watching them. I still wank to them to this day. Watching and being watched often produces the biggest climaxes... if you've not tried it you should.

13 October 2025

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Many years ago, Jen and I used to play with a couple from Ballina named P and S. I had had to work the Friday and S had an appointment with a specialist so it was agreed that Jen would go down to Ballina with P and I would pick S up and drive down later that afternoon. I finished work and checked all the messages on my phone and saw they were pictures from P of Jen in the passenger seat of his car, tits out, toy deep inside her and truck drivers having a good look. Once I showed these to S, she simply shrugged gave me a devilish grin and said..."Game on" Boy was the game on, as soon as we hit the highway, she dropped her enormous double J tits out, put one of her legs up on the dash and proceeded to fuck herself with reckless abandon, cumming hard and constantly. Each time she came, she would look over at me, tell me to keep my eyes on the road and give my constantly hard cock a squeeze. Then she would take a picture and send it to both Jen and P. We got to the Pottsville truck stop sign and S told me to pull over, as she needed something more than showing off to random truck drivers to scratch her current itch. I didn't hesitate at all. We pulled up, saw a truck or two parked at the far end of the carpark and we both barrelled out of the car and found a picnic table which S quickly bent over, slipping her hand between her legs and telling me to hurry up. I put the condom on as fast as I could and slammed as deep inside her as I could go, she was absolutely soaked. S let out a guttural growl as my full balls pressed against her and she quickly went to town on her clit, it wasn't long before she motioned to me that we had an admirer and I looked up to who I can only guess was one of the truck drivers. This sent S over the edge as she came hard on my cock. Her orgasm set me off and I growled into her ear as I filled the condom. The truck driver came closer and he was stroking quite a decent sized cock which must of been an easy 9 inches and as thick as my wrist which made S's eyes flare open. She motioned him over and got a hold of it and sucked as much of it down her throat as she could. She groaned as she felt his heavy balls and asked if he wanted to fuck her. He couldn't get his condom on fast enough. S laid on her back on the table and told the truckie to go slow as she wanted to savour his giant cock. I got my phone out and started to take pictures of this monster cock slowly sliding into S. She came hard as he bottomed out and his full balls pressed against her. She looked at him and told him to not be gentle... and he wasn't. He grabbed her legs, put them over his shoulders and very thoroughly ploughed her soaked box as hard and as fast as he could. This set S off and she reached out for my cock which was starting to get hard again as I watched her cum over and over again. she sucked as much of my cock into her mouth as she could and we all seemed to time it perfectly as S started to cum hard with a toe curling orgasm which made her clench down on him, which made him moan loudly as he filled his condom and I blew my second load for the day into her mouth. We all disentangled and I sent P a few more pictures of S's well fucked pussy as the truck driver thanked us and walked back to his truck. S and I jumped into the car and only then did we realise we had spent over an hour fucking at the truck stop. It wasn't long before we pulled into the driveway and were met by Jen and P. S and Jen started whispering into each others ears and before I knew it Jen and P jumped into the car and took off. S and I had a nice hot slow shower together and within the hour S and I both started getting pictures and videos of Jen and P on the very same picnic table and a very similar sized cock pistoning in and out of Jens quite visibly soaked pussy. S told me she had let Jen know which truck stop to find the monster cock at. An hour or so later Jen and P got back and Jen had a very satisfied look on her face. P told me what had happened and how there was another truckie there with a similar sized cock who had some fun with Jen as well. It was a great start to a weekend of nakedness and random fucking all over their house. As Jen and I drove back to Brisbane on the Sunday afternoon we kept getting trucks pulling up beside us and giving a quick toot on the airhorns. We still see P every now and then and keep in touch when we can.

11 October 2025

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So… I love to dance! Sexy sensual dancing that is. I feel free and it’s natural for me to move my body and enjoy moving my body to the rhythm of the music, whatever it is. The first time I did sexy sensual dancing was in front of my then partner, which was around 30 years ago. . I found it exhilarating, the feeling of warmth run through my body, that tingling sensation and being sexually wanted. I loved his eyes on me and that sense of belonging ran through me, that hunger of needing to be alive. I loved being chased, and having that feeling of excitement of not really knowing of what’s to come. Sex would always cum afterwards and usually in the spot of where I would be dancing, may it be the bedroom, the lounge room or kitchen, it was on, hot passionate sex, yum, so good! After a while of dancing in front of him, I was ready to go further with my sexy, sensual dancing. So, I started building up my confidence and aimed my focus of sexy dancing with a small group of people. Again I loved their eyes on me, to do sexy dancing in front of people who love to watch is something else. I enjoyed being watched and having erotic thoughts running through my head about how I would engage with men, women, or even couples. It’s something that I knew I had desired after having my very first encounter with 3 men in real life. Very hot! might add. Over the years I’ve learned how to dance more sexually and be more desirable. I love to wear sexy clothes when I move, sometimes just shirt and laced undies and sometimes just a top or just undies. I now go nude, to me it’s natural and freedom. I have a passion for sexy dancing and I now dance in front of a bigger audience, being the amm chat room, lol! I love it! My dream is to do sexy dancing in front of a larger audience, to have men and women dancing with or desiring me. That power of using my body and to give pleasure to other people turns me on. 😈

5 October 2025

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Many years ago we used to play with a couple who were nudists as well as swingers. At this time of our lives, it was something we were looking at dipping our toes into. This one particular weekend Jen got a text from the wife of this couple, B, inviting us down to Bryon for the weekend and going to visit some of the nudist beaches there. Jen was rostered with a full on weekend of working but told me to go and have fun and who am I to say no to socialising naked? A few quick texts to the hubby M and plans were set, they turned up a few hours later and I jumped in the front passenger seat with B sat behind him. We made pleasantries on the way down and discussed a few rules of what may or may not happen at the beach. Once we had checked into the hotel, we couldn't wait to get to the beach, throwing a tent and a few other essentials into a bag and off we went. We walked along the beach for a while when M decided that this place looked good, nice and close to the beach, but dunes up close and we set about pitching the tent. Once all was set up, we stripped off, B made a comment about how she needed to wear sunnies when she looked at my pale ass and told me to lay down in the tent so she could cover me in sunscreen. The way she applied the sunscreen to my shoulders and back made me very aware she was in a sexy mood and my suspicions were confirmed when she got to my butt and thighs and I felt her hand grab and cover my full balls with sunscreen which made me adjust to get a bit more comfy and a little giggle as my rock hard cock became visibly obvious to her. She instructed me to turn over and before I knew it, she had a condom on me and was sliding down onto it looking at M as I hit balls deep inside her. She squatted over me, put her hands on my chest and just went to town, slowly she rose above me until she could feel my large head nearly slip from her and then just drove herself down. M had come into the tent and was stroking his larger than average cock and B greedily took it into her mouth and sucked it down. My view was so damn hot, a sexy assed chick bouncing on my almost ready to explode cock as she stroked and sucked her hubbies thick cock. I informed them I was about to cum if we kept it up and M decided I was going to cum first. B got onto her knees and M knelt down beside her, I stood and pulled the condom from my cock and they both went to town on me. Taking turns to lick and suck my rigid cock and heavy balls and it wasn't long before I was on the verge of blowing. B asked how long I had edged for and her eyes widened when I told them around a week. M grabbed me and just hammered my cock into his mouth, stroking and sucking me furiously, B slipped a finger into my tight ass as she squeezed my balls gently and I lost it, the first jet of cum went deep down M's throat, he pulled it out of his mouth and furiously stroked jet after jet of hot sticky cum onto his and B's face. M handed me his phone and asked me to take some pictures and he kissed B passionately, sharing my cum between them, they both licked each others faces clean with B pulling my limp cock in between them so they could clean up any remaining cum. We disentangled ourselves and proceeded to lay in the sun living the hedonistic life we craved. That day we invited 2 guys, a girl and a couple into the tent, some over lapping of people and a right little bi orgy was happening. M and B have stopped playing now, but B and I still hook up sometimes as she likes the way I play with her, it just seems to push all the right buttons for her. I'm trying to get her to join myself and another guy from here for some bi fun, but our schedules just cant seem to line up, bet here's hoping...

28 September 2025

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