I woke the other day next to my partner feeling a tad on the horny side. It was still before dawn and she had just returned from the toilet. Once she had settled in bed, I sidled up to her and started to dry hump the side of her thigh. She said something quietly but it wasn’t “bugger off” or the dreaded “not now” and so, somewhat encouraged by default, I continued. My horniness increasing, I threw a leg over her leg and continued my dry humping. When I say dry humping, it wasn’t all that dry on my part or on hers either I found out shortly after. I continued slowly gyrating my hips, rubbing my tool up and down on her leg. We were both still clothed in our pyjamas and I knew from previous experience that the inside of my pyjama pants was going to be very wet with pre-cum that’s if it wasn’t already but neither of us was particularly concerned, I certainly wasn’t. My knob, penis and I were really enjoying our humping in the relatively quiet peace of the early morning. Life is good. She was lying on her back and as I was on my side facing her I could see the profile of her face in the gloom of the pre-dawn light. I wasn’t quite sure whether she had gone back to sleep as I amused myself with her body or not. She was very quiet as I moved her gently with my humping but I suppose she was either putting up with my debauchery and tolerating it or as I say she had gone to sleep. Can anyone sleep through that? I don’t think I could. I draped an arm over her to pull her to me, holding at first onto her shoulder and then down onto her tit. I have found that most parts of a woman’s body are handy when hanging on and dry humping (or rooting for that matter) but tits are the best handles in my humble opinion and certainly the most fun. I sort out her nipple (through her pyjama top) and pinched and rolled it around between forefinger and thumb. Judging by the quiet gasps or deep breaths, I reasoned that she was awake now if she hadn’t been before. She wears sloppy normal street clothing as PJs, Usually nice and soft to the touch and conducive to my pleasure. Comfortable ones but certainly not PJ looking whereas I am a flanno man (during winter) through and through. Not very sexy but they do the comfort job and that’s important at my age, although they do try to cut me and my scrotum in half on occasion resulting in some gear adjusting from time to time. She had let out a quiet but playful “ooo” when I first took hold of her tit but now let out a more “oooowh” sound as I massaged her nipple that suggested that the pleasure of me attending to one of her erogenous zones was giving her possibly even more pleasure than it was me, and even though that was pure speculation on my part, I was pretty sure that was the case. It didn’t take long and the ceaseless, merciless massage of the nipple turned into a bed shaking orgasm for her, accompanied by a short but muffled scream and then there was silence and a bit of panting or more heavy breathing of recovery on her part as she slapped my hand and fingers from her nipple as they were probably getting a bit on the over sensitive side. Now that she had been satisfied, my slow but steady dry humping during all of this had turned into rather frantic, bed shaking thrusting of my erection into the side of her leg striving desperately for my orgasm. Other than her body then and there, the memory of our shower together from the day before had driven my horniness when I woke earlier with a horn that I could have driven nails with. The shower had been the late in the day usual shower for her and I usually followed up and hour of so later. She strode stark naked as per usual out from the bedroom, tits wobbling delightfully and arse wonderfully on display. She doesn’t muck around, she just moves with purpose from one room to another across the kitchen and into the back sunroom where I was sitting reading. I was interested in my book but I knew she would be walking naked in front of me shortly and so I had been listening for her approach as I read, knowing full well that I was going to view her naked body as she headed to the shower. I mean to say, the book will always be there whereas she isn’t always naked and wobbling! I copped a “tsk!” from her as I had been expected to pull the curtains across due to her modesty so that the neighbours wouldn’t be able to see her naked as she walked past the glass back door. Not that that could happen as there are no neighbouring windows that look into that room and the only possible windows were two or three hundred metres away and you would need binoculars at that. Still, as the saying goes “Happy wife, Happy life” and so, why hadn’t I pulled the curtains across?! What the hell was I thinking!? as I jokingly chastised myself in my mind. In my defence to her, I said that I was engrossed in my book but that of course was no excuse. Anyway as she pulled the curtains across and gave me a look of distain for failing in my curtain duty, my penis and I couldn’t help but drink in the magnificent female curves of arse, tits, pronounced nipples and when she turned on full frontal, that delightful vee that is created by a woman’s padded (bless ‘em) thighs as they form down to accentuate the lips of her plump newly waxed vagina - except for that little tuft she leaves just about her pussy lips. I apologised, telling her, as I stared not into her face but at her plump pussy, peering between her legs unapologetically as I spoke, in an inspecting sort of way, that it won’t happen again (it will of course) and anyway no one can see in and if they could then (if they were guys) they would certainly appreciate the show. That didn’t go down well as I received yet another dressing down (this time playful) with somewhat false aggression as she knew that I was enjoying perving at her body as she berated me. I murmured out a few “yes dear”s and the occasional “Ahuh” all the while still looking deliberately at her naked jiggling body. The false aggression continued, I am happy to say, and her tits wobbled as she threw herself into it which gave my penis and I no end of pleasure as I nodded still staring at her tits and vagina and not up at her face. She eventually continued on to the bathroom (damn it!) and after an eternity (what do women do in the bathroom all of that time?!) the shower went on. The lounge I was sitting on wasn’t that far from the bathroom door and so, as enthralling as my book was, I peeped around to see her with her back to me behind the glass door of the shower recess. The shower cap didn’t help the horniness of the scene but other than that, I was, let us say, very interested, massaging my tool through my pants as I watched. As I said I usually showered later but my horniness was overpowering and so mere seconds later I had stripped off and headed into the bathroom, tool in hand, stroking myself as I struggled by now to see her female shape through the steamed up door. She must have sensed me and looked back over her shoulder at me, giving a little smile as she could see that I was pulling myself as I ogled her excellent shape. The animal randiness in me, drove my need to improve my vision and so I ordered (I don’t usually “order” as I like living) her to “splash some water on the (steamed up shower) door”. She must have accepted my ordering about of her, as driven by sheer lecherous lust and therefore it was tolerable. She nonchalantly cupped her hands and splashed the water, clearing up the view no end, much to my penis’s and my delight. My penis pulling increased as she turned almost ignoring me to continue her showering. Thoughts of “wench!, I could so root her!” made my heart beat even faster and I am sure the veins were probably standing out on my neck. Had I been Tarzan. I would have been yodelling by then. My eyes were going everywhere over her body, concentrating and savouring every part of her. I didn’t know where to look next. Oooo, so horny! She opened the door and beckoned me to come in with an almost casual “come in if you want too, but not if you don’t” look. To anyone observing on it would have been embarrassing to see the haste with which I joined her. I loose all sense of self-respect when it comes to women and sex. I am, after all, just a pathetic male. I closed the door behind me and grabbed the soap. Where to soap up first! Where to soap up first! Only two hands and so many toys! Tits first, letting each soaped up mound slip from my hands in turn only to be reacquired and soaped up again. It was exquisite. Not that I tired of soaping up and slithering all over her tits, but….well…you know, so much to do and so little time! I stared down on her over her shoulder (I am 6’3” and she is 5’4” and so I don’t have any trouble looking over her shoulder and down her back) at her buns. I soaped them up and ran my hands all over them and into her arse crack, feeling each bun in turn, wallowing in their slippery surface, letting them squelch and squish about, so delightful to the feel. Even without soap (the water kept washing the soap away, damn it!) they were wonderful. I slid a hand in between her legs under her buns from the back and dispatched the other hand in under her twat from the front. Slipping a finger into her warm slippery hole, fingering her slowly at first before increasing the tempo to frenzy mode, my finger and hand slapping into her vagina, the shower water splashing about as she held onto me for support. I slowed but was told to keep going as she told me “oh, don’t stop, that was good” and so I did “keep going” before getting distracted by tits and her arse. I have the concentration span of a gold fish in such situations – too much input! She must have taken the soap from me (I can’t remember) for I seemed to be feeling her buns and then her tits and then back to the buns and when I looked down she was soaping up my tool and balls. I was torn between looking at her tits and arse and at her soaping up and pulling on my erect, rock hard tool. She pulled on it letting one hand slide up and down the soapy, frothy veiny shaft as the other fondled my soaped up balls rolling them around in her hand and their sac. They popped out of her hands (an exquisite feeling – for me) due to the slipperiness and she immediately took the soap again and applied it in such a satisfyingly superb way, that it was making me light headed. The knob was getting oversensitive and I had to pull away from her hand a couple of times only to return for more torture until I couldn’t stand it any more and retreated yet again. This went on a few times. My pulling away made her chuckle and she wanted to do it more, the bitch! That only went on for as long as I could stand it but it was excellent while it lasted. So, with the shower still glowing in my mind, as I said the following morning I awoke randy and we had the dry humping session to start the day and then adjourned to the kitchen for breakfast afterwards. I still had a hard on and that was sticking out the front of my pyjamas as I didn’t want it gooing up the inside of my pjs. That was one feeble reason; in reality I am also an exhibitionist and just love parading around with an erection to show off. By the time I reached the kitchen she was doing something or other and as I casually wandered around the room putting on the kettle for the tea I think. She turned and sighted my erection, still as hard a rock, sticking out the front of my pjs. She looked down and as if talking to an independently sentient being (and not just a penis that was part of me) said “Oh, hello” in a very pleased tone and with a lovely smile on her face and a glint in her eyes, something similar to how one would gaze at a banana split or some other similar tasty treat. That same thing had happened to me a couple of time in my life previously with different women over the years. It was usually those exact words “Oh, hello” or “Oh hello there” but quite a few times it had been “Oh, lets not waste that” usually followed by a vigorous root or at least her getting me down on my back on the bed and then mounting me and rooting me as if she had something against my penis as she bounced up and down with her full body weight on me, trying to sprain my hips (can you sprain hips?), bed squeaking more often than not. Women, they’re animals! – bless ‘em. Anyway, back to this particular incident. She took hold of the shaft, giving it a few instinctive pulls as she fished out the balls from my PJs and still with her hand gripping the shaft bent over at the waist and gobbled down and sucked on me, with the associated slurping noises. She briefly “lipped” the knob almost tenderly before her mouth slid down the shaft, her lips striving and failing to reach the base of my tool as I felt the knob hit the back of her throat. She gagged a bit and backed off before plunging down once more but not as far this time to avoid the gagging I suppose and began to bob up and down (bless her) like some demented pigeon on the upper part of the shaft and the knob. The pleasure was all consuming and I had to hold onto the bench beside me lest my light headedness get the better of me, something I really didn’t want to happen just then. There ensued several minutes of gobbling and ball fondling as I peered down on the top of her head, being overwhelmingly thankful to her in that instant. Not that I would gush to that extent to her in person. More of a simple “thank you Dear” afterwards would normally suffice as I stuffed my tool back in my pjs and got on with making the tea or whatever. As she sucked, I stretched under to grasp a tit as they dangled down inside her loose fitting PJ top, unleashed and braless. My groping didn’t seem to deter her, so as she worked on me, I slid her PJ top along her back, wriggling it around until I released her tits to dangle down like two full, smallish grapefruit each in their sack. I took a handful of naked tit and squeezed its softness. I like tits. It’s interesting that as busy as I was groping her tits, I couldn’t help myself and I suppose, due to natural instinct, I began thrust gently into her mouth as she bobbed. I don’t know whether that put her off or what but she eventually stopped sucking (sadly), complaining that her back was hurting. It was fair enough in that position and at our age it doesn’t take long for the body to fail. She stood up and I leant back against the kitchen countertop thrusting out my hips and cock for her attention and she finished me off with her hand. She took a handful of tissues and caught the cum as she milked me to an ear popping orgasm.

4 September 2025

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She was standing at the sink doing dishes when I walked in and even at first glance she looked hot! Barefoot, short summer skirt and a singlet top, hair pulled back to keep her a little cooler.  To me, she looked beautiful, innocently sensual. She hadn't seen or heard me come in and giggled when I embraced her from behind and nuzzled her neck.  She flicked me in the face with water, so I playfully growled and gave her sexy, barely covered bum a light smack.  "Ooo Thank you Daddy, may I have another?" she said, going with the gag and jutting her bum out.  Using my size and weight to my advantage, I pinned her to the sink, grabbed her pony tail, and turning her head, kissed her firmly on the mouth. She groaned a little and pushed back against me.  We continued kissing,  my hand in her hair, tongues entwining.  I let my hand creep  around her stomach slide up to caress her breasts, feeling her nipples harden to my caress through the thin fabric. She was grinding against my growing hardness now and cheekily flicked off her singlet, granting full access to her beautiful breasts. "Oh God yes" she gasped as I pinched and teased each nipple in turn, nibbling and kissing her neck and shoulder. "Touch me" she whispered Releasing her hair, but still pinning her to the sink I reached down under skirt.  Her panties were already damp as I started rubbing, her sex giving off an aroused heat, as she ground down on my hand. Raking the panties aside, I pushed my finger inside and she groaned again and ground down on my hand. She was on fire now as she squirmed against me and pushed her panties down giving me greater access. One finger became two, I could feel her juices on my hand as she cursed in pleasure and encouragement.  "Oh fuck, yes, finger my pussy" she groaned "Faster, deeper!" "FUCK!" Awkwardly she pushed my shorts and boxers down. She tore my hand away, and, as my cock, leaking it's own arousal now, began sliding up and down between the cheeks of that hot ass, she drew my dripping fingers into her mouth. I gripped her jaw to offer resistance as I felt her teeth bite down her tongue swirling to taste herself. She was hot, wet and very horny now her skirt pushed to a thin band around her waist. As I reached round with my free hand to finger her again, I caught a glimpse of the heady combination of passion arousal and affection in her eyes, which served only to spur me on. She released my hand from her mouth, "Please fuck me" she implored. I bent her further over the sink, and guided myself into her moist hot centre. "Oh God yes Fuck!" she exclaimed  She felt exquisite. Her heat embracing my hardness, her naked skin against mine, watching the muscles in her back flex as she pushed back against me. I reached beneath her, teasing and pinching her hard nipples as we found our rhythm, moaned expletives escaping us both as two became one. I felt the end approaching for us both and decided I wanted to see that roll across her face. I quickly withdrew and spun her around and lifted her onto the edge of the sink. Another kiss, deep, wet urgent as I lifted her parted legs and drove myself back between them. There was sweat on her brow, disheveled hair framed the flush of arousal on her face, her eyes flecked with the fire of passion. In the moment she  was both whore and angel. Beautiful.  We found our rhythm again quickly, and holding her legs I pulled her onto me again and again.  "Ready?" I asked urgently, an affirmative nod and the hiss of "yessss" "Where?" I said, so close now. "Fill me! God fill me!" she cried "I'm gonna cum!" With a final growl I thrust deep, and felt myself pulse deep inside her as she cried out and I felt her milking me.  Our eyes locked.  As the wave subsided and the earth stopped spinning, I lent in, we shared a tender kiss.  "Hmm, I think I'll have to help with the dishes more often" I quipped.

1 September 2025

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As she waited at the airport for her flight to Sydney she stared out the window and reminisced of their last night together. They had been texting throughout the day a passionate erotic story involving sun baking and coconut oil. A smiled beamed across her face. A boarding announcement was made over the loud speaker and she stood up straightened her floaty skirt, picked up her overnight bag and walked out the terminal doors. The setting sun was still warm on her bare shoulders as she walked across the tarmac, she climbed the stairs and looked for her seat. Row 12. Six, seven, eight... Oh, here it is, the back row. She opened up the overhead hatch and put up her bag. She clicked on her seatbelt as the turbines hummed. The air hostess welcomed everyone as the pilot turned the plane into position for the runway. She closed her eyes as the plane increased speed. A rush of adrenaline engulfed her as the plane lifted off the runway. Her thoughts were tantalising, and stirring a warmth within. The hostess checked on all the passengers, and asked if I needed anything... "A hot guy" flashed across my lips - but instead I said - the air conditioning is a bit cold ,I would really appreciate a blanket. She returned with a blanket and I returned to being devoured on the dining room table. My hand slipped under the blanket and honed in on my tingling slit. I was wet, and my fingers slid over my clit as I bit my lip. I was in the back row and the afternoon sunlight was disappearing. I breathed deeper as my hungry fingers dipped into my saturated hole. I slid further down into my seat and slowly pumped my fingers in and out. I imagined him being with me fucking on the table. He had finished his dinner and pushed his plate away, stood up and grabbed me by my waist and asked for desert. I quickly undid his belt buckle and unzipped his shorts and they fell to the tiles. He playfully pushed me back onto the table and lifted up my black dress and slid my hips towards his eager cock. He ran his cock along my soaking slit and teased me with it. Then he leant down and devoured my hard clit. Fuck me I yelled. He pushed his cock into my begging hole and pounded me with it. He rocked back and forth as his fingers flicked my clit. I clenched my hole around his cock simultaneously in rhythm to his rocking. My body was shuddering as he brought me closer to climax. His fingers were circling my clit and my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was breathing heavier and moaning with delight. Fuck, I yelled again as he fucked me harder and faster. I'm going to cum, so am I he said. I arched my back off the airplane seat as my fingers finished pounding me. The pilot announced “we were about to land in Sydney so please return to an upright position“. I smirked. straightened my skirt and put my self together. We landed and departed the plane. I walked out from the tunnel towards my hot guy. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close and whispered in my ear - I'm starving, can I nibble on you first...

29 August 2025

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The first time we met, I ended it with a kiss on his cheek. We'd met for coffee, and I was instantly smitten. His good looks and sweet smile drew me in, so when we said goodbye, I wanted to make my intentions clear: I want you. We texted back and forth over the next week and arranged to go parking. We met a few days later at the same spot we'd said goodbye a week earlier and set off in his car in search of someplace private. I was his first trans woman, and he was my first straight guy, so we were both nervous. We made small talk until we found a secluded spot off a back road and parked there. Once parked, all the nervousness melted away as our instincts took over. I finally got to taste those sweet smiling lips, while our hands sought out the same thing. We rubbed each other's cocks over the top of our clothes until he shyly asked to see mine. Always eager to please, I lifted my skirt, dropped my tights and panties, revealing my little girl cock. He smiled widely and said, "That's so hot!" before leaning in and taking it in his mouth and beginning to suck. For a first-time cocksucker, he did wonderfully. I sat back and enjoyed the feeling of those sweet lips on my cock while running my hands through the dark curls of his hair. When he finally came up for air, it was my turn. He pulled down his pants and took out his cock, which, to my mixture of surprise and panic, was big. It would be easily the largest cock I'd ever taken, but my lust outweighed my apprehension, so I went in. It was an adjustment having such a big, thick cock in my mouth and being in such an awkward position, but I was determined to give it my all. I must have been doing something right because I could taste his precum on my lips whenever I stopped to suck on the tip. Never one to back down from a challenge in the bedroom, or car in this case, I tried to deep throat him. From his moans, I could tell he enjoyed it. He placed a hand on the back of my head to guide me, but I had to stop before I gagged. His mighty cock had defeated me. For now, at least. Once I regained my composure, he asked me if I wanted to fuck. I had been especially looking forward to this, so I didn't hesitate to say yes. We moved to the back seat, and I lay back legs open, ready to receive him. He got on top of me and plunged his cock deep in me, and I felt my eyes grow large as I felt the full length and girth of his cock inside me for the first time. Feeling his huge cock move in and out of me was so intense that there were times I thought I couldn't handle it, but I persevered because this is what I had wanted ever since that first meeting, and now I had it. He continued pummelling my tight arsehole until he was ready to cum, then pulled out and finished on my soft, squishy belly. I put my head back and took a moment to bask in the afterglow. Afterwards, he drove me home, once again making awkward small talk. Once we got to my place, I said goodbye and kissed him. Just like that first kiss on the cheek during our first encounter, I did it to make my intentions clear: I still want you.

11 August 2025

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Yes I have seen Jim’s cock in the shower at the gym it is small. So yes I can offer Maggie a neck and shoulder massage have her sit at my feet so I can move forward till she feels my cock against her back as I massage neck and shoulders All along her shoulders and she leans back saying that is nice as my hard cock presses into her back so I have to ask what feels nice And Maggie takes a mouthful of wine for confidence and rubs her back against my cock and says this and there is no doubt what this is… I think we should drop a button to allow me some more room for my hands to massage Mark continues to massage deep into Maggie’s shoulders to her neck there is a tension rising as Maggie’s breathing changes as marks hand just slide a little further down her chest touching the top of her breasts seemingly innocent but not… The combination on hard cock against her back and hands sweeping across the top of her breasts creates a surge of wet between her lips oh my. She pauses the massage and says we would be better if I we go to the bedroom to finish the massage we are adults and we have known each other for a long time as one of Jim’s oldest friends I trust you will be a gentleman. I appreciate the massage the steer at work has made for a tough week, Jim will be a couple of hours yet. The words have tumbled out but the look is of put me on the bed and have me. They step forward, Maggie kicks of her heels looks at M and says let me take my blouse off and skirt so you can release that tension in my shoulders, omg the skirt drops and the blouse is off , Maggie stands there in tan stockings and a matching red lingerie set looks back and says it is Friday I like to dress to tease on Friday’s in the office, let’s the young men dream when they catch a glimpse of lingerie under my office clothes. Mark swallows , there is no massage to follow , Maggie has stepped forward looked up with her red mouth for a kiss and placed her hand on Marks cock through his jeans. The kiss begins tongues and saliva swirling bodies pressed Maggie’s legs open a little as Marks hand slides over her thigh going up , just fingertips , the kiss rumbles on and his fingers skill under the material of her panties and touch her lips , she is wet of course , his fingers run back and forth between her lips, no penetration just separating her lips allowing her pussy to release the silky wetness if feels like a gush… The kiss goes faster tongues pressing and two fingers and pushed fully into her FUCK. Oh god because his thumb rests on her clit and his fingers are stretching her. His thumb circles her swollen clit occasionally pressing and flicking as the fingers work Maggie as a teenager she loved being felt up like this by boys generally though only fingers no clit that came later and generally meant she masturbated at home in her bed eyes closed touching where fingers had been wondering when she would consent to a cock. But right now she was delirious being finger fucked by her husbands best friend and craving to let go tonight and take his cock into her pussy , god let Jim be late back, no sex at home for such a long time meant she needed to the private slut she enjoyed for a couple of hours… Maggie loves a man who knows how and when to be firm, how to turn her around, bend her over and tease his thick cock from behind.. she has not been the sub for a long time and this man knows what he wants… The kiss broke and the fingers left Maggie’s saturated pussy, they held eye contact and his fingers came up and slipped into his mouth one at a time. She smelt herself in the air, loved that smell of a woman’s pussy ( and cum too lol). The fingers came out and they kissed her tongue slipping urgently in his mouth to taste the last of herself in his saliva… He dropped down to his knees and pulls her red knickers down and she stepped out… Ho hum full compromised if Jim came back now… but desire led the thoughts. Mark stood up on the bed on all fours… Yes she thought and obeyed. I am going to be fucked doggy went the her hand as she felt his hands spread her arse oh so wide… His fingers spread, in the bedroom mirror she looked and saw he was drinking it in with his eyes, she could smell her pussy and knew he could it was dripping. She watched as he lowered himself, still fully dressed down between her arse. His tongue hit with a wetness against the rosebud arsehole. Pleasure from nerve ending shot everywhere oh my new sensation as his stiff tongue push inside her arse omg as his thumb racked to press right lightly on her clit like a six sense. His tongue pushed and circled she pushed back wanting more. God she was spread, she loved the sensation of being pulled apart like this and now his tongue was splitting her lips slowly running from her arse to clit oh my! YES. Circling Maggie’s clit and then flicking and pressing her breathing rose it was beyond delicious then his tongue slid back along through her swollen lips to her arse swirled pushed and penetrated and then slid back through the wet and onto her clit the flicking and circling gathering momentum. She became aware of his thumb stretching out to circle round her arse hole as he gave the most beautiful oral. The sensation of his tongue was beautiful on her clit and then the thumb eased into her arse and it felt good and the oral intensified beyond a rhythm to a pleasure beyond description, the tongue licking her and the thumb moving created the slutiness she craved pushing back his hand still pulling on her cheeks it was to much for her. The breathing gave it away, mark pulled his thumb out of Maggie’s arse leaving it just stretched and vivaciously licked her clit. Hmmmnnnnnnnn… she is taking every inch of his fingers , tongue and can see the full fat cock that was just about to take full advantage of every cm of her sticky wet pussy… She begs to stop, I need to be loyal to my husband but she has never been ravaged like this before. Mark rolls over and Maggie inches towards his semi erect cock. She take it into her mouth and moves her warm lips up and down that hard shaft. She is slightly worried how that cock is going to fit it but she wants to feel every inch… Maggie, slid her mouth over the circumcised head she fantasized about thick cocks but this would be a oral challenge as the thought ran through her mind she felt his hand run through her hair and hold her head down… No pressure just a hold. His words ran down to her, take it all, show me how you are a good girl… he saw her take more, then came up, looked and smiled and said oh I need this cock! Jim must never know. Roll over was the reply… drop your head over the edge of the bed. Maggie complied of course she would he was so in charge… Mark stood open and over her as her head dangled over the edge and down it came, it was thick, she loved it, her mouth opened and in it slid, the angle let his cock slide down her throat, no gag just cock he pulled out her mouth open mark leant down and omg let his saliva cascade into her mouth followed by lips pressing and tongues pressing. The kiss broke mark such a good girl taking cock like that the perfect wife…. Mark leant forward over Maggie still in her bra and stockings and placed his hand between her legs, she said in a whisper as his hand touched as slid between her lips, yes I am wet he pushed forward and put his forearm between her legs, pressing against her sex, instinctively from some primitive instinct she pressed in and slid up and down his forearm grinding her saturated horny pussy against his arm. Fuck you are the limit she uttered… So he said are you ready to be fucked like the good slut you are?

8 August 2025

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One sunny day in mid afternoon I was with my best Mate cleaning our push bikes in my Dad's garage. It just happened, We both dropped our short pants and I closed the door then he slid his stiffy cock into my willing arse hole and fucked me and cum inside me. He pulled out and he had shit all over his cock and I just wiped it with a dirty old cloth and then just put our shorts on again. Then he went home. I never did anything like that again. But I want to have lots of fucking now, after being with only Women all my life I am now craving a man to come and fuck me. I think of that day a lot. I really crave having a man to fuck and he fucking me and I fucking him and sucking his cock and kissing his lips. This is my fantasy and I will find a loving play mate to fuck as much as I can now that I am old and horny for a beautiful cock and bottom in my bed. i want to kiss and cuddle and lick and suck my way to happiness and sexual satisfaction. Lovely. MMMM

8 August 2025

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I've been asked to explain an internal massage, so here it is. So, making sure you are comfortable, and aroused, you lay down naked, you can be covered if more comfy that way. You just need to not be restricted by clothing, let your body be free. I'd test how aroused you are, naturally ready to gently kiss, lick and suck on your clit until I can feel a suitable warmth and wetness from you. I begin by using a fingertip to just gently stroke your labia up and down and occasionally circling your clit. I’m trying to spread your lube around the area and onto my finger, slowly going further as I feel you relaxing. I then start circling your introitus, vaginal opening. This is the first part I gently massage. I’m feeling for slight grooves and curves, do they harden? Or do they remain as is. I’m also watching your face. I’m looking for signs of excitement, enjoyment. Also I look at exposed skin, I’m looking for goosebumps. I the slightly insert my fingertip, circling inside you, once again, feeling for bumps, etc, until I come across a ring. It’s only noticeable due to your heightened sense of arousal, and my heightened sense of awareness. This ring is the first of several inside you I will massage. So I will circle this, many times, observing you, and while circling slowly going forwards into the next groove, feeling for bumps, until I reach the next ring. As I go deeper, yet I am not in deep at all, I make this sound like your vagina is the size of an oval, but these are small, subtle movements, I do go back and re-work what I’ve previously massaged, still feeling for subtleties, and observing your face and skin. As I go forward, I start feeling the outer surrounds of your g spot, which I will start seeing a change in your face and skin. Your body temp will start to rise, your breathing will change, and the area will change. I’ll continue to massage as I have been, constant pace, gently, circular, going back and forwards, and every now and then, apply a little more pressure over your g spot. All those spots I stimulated earlier, I will go back and check to see if they are still aroused, then back to massaging the current ring. I won’t be focusing entirely on your g spot, as teasing it is what the massage is all about. Your whole vagina will be massaged and explored, right up to the last ring, up around your cervix. At some stage during this, any muscle tension, frustration, will come to an end as you climax as you explode, and you will explode. I will become selfish at this point and kiss you, because I love to kiss a woman after she has orgasmed. I love the sloppy effort, and I will kiss your back down to both your breasts, down to your belly and down to your clit before I gently have my fingertips going all over your body, I want to feel where you are clammy, sensitive on your outside, where you still have goosebumps, can I move them around? etc, and that’s it

5 August 2025

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She knew I wasn’t home. She came to the house dressed in a mini skirt that just covered her butt a top the her boobs popped out of her top. She sat across from my husband and opened her legs to show him she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She sat next to him and ran her hands up his leg and his hand was running up her leg. They played and go hot and heated. I came home and heard noise coming from the bedroom and quietly made my way towards the noises. My husband was getting a blow job and totally enjoying it and I knew he was close to blowing his load and he did it was hot as she gobbled it up. He flipped her over and kissed all the way up her legs and teased her glistening pussy. As he started devouring her pussy I was so turned on and started touching myself and enjoying the show that they were providing, listening to the moans and pure enjoyment from both of them. My fingers slipped in to my dripping pussy and trying to stay quiet and his tongue was dancing around her clit his fingers deep inside her. She was building and her back was arching and she was moaning loud and he was enjoying to and pushed the to the end and as she cam he ate it up and didn’t stop until she begged him too. As the both collected themselves they both saw me and saw that I was wet, horny and touching myself and invited me in. I walked towards the bed and stripped and started fondling her starting with her boobs all the way today her pussy. As I was eating her out my husband took me from behind and fucked me to the point where both myself and he cam and then he started to enter her while I am underneath his watching him and his member entering her and sucking his balls all that the same time. She arches her back and lets out a big groan as he goes in deeper. As the both get close to climax I start touching myself and being so turned on by watching up close him fucking her. They get closer and their groans are pushing me closer to the brink and we cum together in unison. He takes a moment and her and I start making out fingering each other eating each other and sucking him off. We play for the rest of the day taking it in turns and cumming together. She leaves and we go to bed with smiles on our face I hope we can do it again. This is my fantasy.

3 August 2025

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I lie awake and listen to her breathing, rhythmic, relaxed in sleep, I can smell her hair on the pillow beside me. A band of streetlight steals in and illuminates the sensuous, womanly curves until they disappear beneath the sheets. I reach an arm over to embrace her, she pulls me to her, her skin warm on mine, she clasps my hand to her naked breast. The scent of our lovemaking is in the air and on our bodies, but her hair, closer to my face now, smells clean and fresh. A stirring begins deep within as my manhood rests against her buttocks. My thumb gently strokes her nipple and it hardens beneath my touch, she sighs lightly and moves even firmer against me. Hardening now, my mouth kisses and nuzzles her neck and shoulder, I slide my trapped arm under and around her to cup and caress her breasts, my top hand free to stroke and roam those curves. She stirs and shivers, her hand takes mine and guides it the moist juncture of her thighs, She turns her head now, her mouth meeting mine, tongues touching and teasing, I notice her breath increasing as she begins to rock gently against me. My gentle stirring is a longing now. My fingers slide along her wet slit, the lips parting easily as my experienced fingers seek the bud of her clit. My other hand, fingers in her hair pull her mouth firmer onto mine swallowing the moans of my caresses. Engorged now, my hardness seeks release and my fingers guide me into her. She arches away from me, driving her hips further onto my waiting pole. The hot dampness of her sex is exquisite agony as it grips my manhood, and I grab her shoulder for the leverage to pull her repeatedly onto me. There are no words, our coupling is enough, and we both sense the impending climax. She cries out and I feel her grip me at the same time I feel myself pulse deep inside her. Still joined, we collapse in each others arms, a tender kiss and we drift slowly back to sleep...

29 July 2025

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A few years back, I was seeing a woman. She spoke of an ideology and lifestyle that was very close to my own, so we travelled that path for a time. She invited me to an NBO event. At this point in my life men were not on the menu. I don't like intruding in a space where I don't fit the premise, she assured me it was fine. Ok great lets do that. (Nerves and anxiety set aside) These moments are always a big event! Wake up, get the chores done, have clothing out, brush and scrub, cut everything that needs a cut! And she was much the same. It was part of our lives we were looking to bring together! All ready, both vibing, in the car and on the way! I held my nervous and anxious energy in check, I knew I didn't fit the premise, didn't want to cause a fuss or upset the apple cart, but she wanted me there and told me I was welcome there, so I gave that priority. We arrive, fuckarse about with parking in the city, not quite well knowing there where of where we are or where we're to be hahaha... thats part of the adventure! Is it here... "hi were here for the orgy" "ahh sorry this is a kebab shop", "ahh sorry to bother you"... laugh and giggle and find the right door... And we do, we find it and go up. It's important to me another in my company is comfortable, I don't show or allow my ill feelings come forth to spoil the party. The premise, the parking fails and finding the door was a journey, but I was aware of the failures and embarrassment stacking up on the downside tally. I breathe, I smile, I want her to have a good time, so that is what i do! We get in and get introduced to the man running the show, there he stands nude in a hi vis safety vest! Very forward, very confident! Exuding joy and welcoming energy in every direction... this is a man well adjusted to himself and his place in life... We mill about, everyone is to be nude, there is a brief moment before plat where the director stands at the centre of all attention, proud, firm and casually setting the boundaries to the crowd. What the boundaries are, what facilities are there, who to speak to in the event of drama... game on! He was a character I admired... he ran a crowd and did all the heavy lifting so the others can enjoy the space 😊😊😊 So we mill about, my mind triage the space, furniture, people, theorising sex positions, acts, things I know the woman I'm with likes, triaging the men, the fun ones, the expressive! Candidates of who she may like to play with. I was very welcome in the space, the men are the definition of fun 😁 polite, this is a place where invitation is given, the answer is given respect... there is no tantrum chucking or butthurt rejection, just happy acceptance, happy people! We attended a room, a bed, found a space and played somewhat acclimating to it all. I cant recall much of that time. I can feel unease and nerves in the woman I'm with, I can see the care in which she moves, speaks... she's uncomfortable and cautious... I am as well but I put that aside... its her night, her event, she has priority in my mind. I see she wants to interact... I can see the men do to... this is the awkward moment of every high school dance 💃we all want but how do we start 😂😂 I triage the crowd, her, the furniture and played tetris in my head whilst we played... I come to her ear and put forth my idea... she nods... I give her the "I'm done" commands to tell me when she has had her fill. I stand and speak "ok lads the lady here wants a line of men over here" I pointed to the bedside. "Condom only, you have 1 minute to fuck her for all your worth then it is the next man's moment" I put her where I needed her on the end of the bed, facing me, arse and pussy presented to the line of men forming up. She gripped my cock, and mewed... her lips intimate upon me... she was comforting herself with my body, bringing herself into a space to be able to play with men she did not know. "When she's done she's done" I invited the man at the front to approach... he gripped her hips, splayed open her legs and fed his body into hers... 😂😂😂 it was on! I felt her masks drop, the discomfort eroded, cast adrift and forgotten, animal woman appeared! Her eyes and energy igniting and dripping! The intimate hand on my cock shifts to paws and claws... to a grip of an animal holding prey its caught... She purrs and grunts and devours my cock as if starving... all the while my mind and focus is on the crowd... my men... "Next, good man".... "next thank you" I praise the one who just gave and welcome the next... "you're up mate, give her a good serve, you've 1 minute" I keep a slow count in my head as I conduct, at times it became a guess, doing the crowd work, monitoring them, praising and encouraging, monitoring her welfare and energy, having an animal woman attacking my cock ravenously... the men were good, I didn't want to cheat them, but concentrating on time became quite challenging! "Next... one minute, you're doing well lads, condom only, join the line" id reiterate... As this goes on I feel its be better served if she thanked each man, so I give her the instructions... when I say next you thank them... And it begun... "thank you" she exclaimed as the next man filled her... then she became a mindless mess for her minute... counting in my head, watching the crowd "next" "thank you..." the moan and growl as the next filled her... the high vis vest appearing habitually "everyone good in here" doing welfare checks. One man cam up and asked if he could go again, "absolutely mate, that's between you and the other men in the line, join the back" and he excitedly runs off to the back 😂😊😊 he was very sweet. On and on... the commentary, the growling moans... her grip upon me, moments of her chest to the bed gasping, then frantically rising to put my cock back in her mouth... She taps out... "ok lads she's done, well done, thank you guys" I close it down and spend some time holding and comforting. She regains herself and we mosey and socialise. The man who rejoined the line comes up "that was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen" we both laugh merrily... "Can I cum on your chest?" She looks at me and I indicate it's hers to answer, her body not mine, all said with eyes and a hand gesture... "Yes!" She bellowed at him! His eyes expanded and glee was written all over his body!!! A man beside him suddenly erupted in the same way and he asks "can I lick it off?" Absolutely she said gleefully 😁😁😁 She kneels and he jerks off onto her chest... the other steps in and licks her clean. She looks up at me grinning and smiling and erupting in joy and laughter! The 1st man stands there... he turns to me... "now that's the second hottest thing I've ever seen" 😂😂😂 We all have a good moment together then move off into the party. I speak to many of the men there and who they are, what they spoke of has opened me to places and things I'd not explored at that time. They were happy merry men, playful, there for joy, there for play, very secure in themselves. Many made comment its why they play with men... men are fun and I can't fault them with what I saw in them... I saw a lot of men inside men giggling and cumming and playing 😂😂😂 We went home, cleaned and slept. I found joy in the life experience obtained, I found fun in the people there interacting with them. I enjoyed the crowd work, looking after her and helping her experience something she wanted. Did it do anything for me sexually? No. It wasn't an event for my needs, it was her event and I played my part to make sure she had her needs met. She wanted to fuck, play and be outrageous and so that's what I made sure occurred... On a side note, the NBO men are great and worth exploring.

16 July 2025

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* This is a fantasy influenced by our own lives and desires. Parts of it we have played out in reality, other parts we have not. It is from the perspective of a sissy cuckold in a loving FLR. You sit at the dressing table finishing up the last touches of your perfectly applied makeup. The faint sounds of water can be heard from the bathroom as Mistress Anna prepares herself. Anna has requested an effeminate, but not 'feminised' look for today, something that has taken time to practice effectively. Your skin is clear, lips are overlined and just the faintest application of eye-shadow can be seen. Combined with a new pixie-cut you make out to be the perfect 'twink'. Looking at your new hair-cut you're reminded of how the ladies giggled when you showed them the photo; the style Anna requested. "Is it for your boyfriend? I'm sure he'll like it!" they said so innocently. Your caged clitty gives a throb of embarrassment at the memory. Puckering your lips and fluttering your lashes, you pose as only an emasculated sissy would. The mirrored vision staring back causes another involuntary twitch in your panties. You delicately mince towards the wardrobe mirror to get a better look at your physique. Sliding your hands up and down your body, you pose to show off your plump ass and flat stomach. Anna has put you on a diet and strictly enforced your workout routine these past 4 months. The results have been nothing short of phenomenal, you look better than you ever did as a Man, your thong lost in the perky roundness of your perfect glutes. Feeling down towards your panties you imagine what it would be like to be with you, to use you. How a Man would feel...Involuntarily you slap your own ass, "Ooooh" you moan as your locked clitty twitches and splurts a small glob of cream in your panties, in agreement at the thought. The shower stops and you hear Anna's melodic voice, she hums a tune as delightful and terrifying as any siren could. A flush of anxiety tingles through you as Anna enters the bedroom; you can feel your nakedness in her presence the feeling of the thong riding up your backside and the tight cage encasing your clitty now more prominent than ever. Her training has been efficient and you feel a warm dull pain in your backside remembering what awaits if you displease her. She presents as natural, no makeup and no lingerie; such effort is only made for special occasions, occasions which no longer involve you. Even still, the oversized sweater just barely hiding her thick thighs is enough to make your caged clitty twitch with excitement. It is not often Anna asks for your company these days, not since she met Marcus. "Aww, aren't you cute Princess, I really love the new hair!", Anna lets out a soft giggle as your cheeks turn red. You stand still, hands behind your back ready to serve as she inspects her property. Your stoic composure ruined by a sharp smack to the ass. You yelp in pain as your dainty feet dance in shock before finding ground. Anna giggles again. She claps your hand and leads you onto the bed, she lays down and stares up at you with a bright smirk. "You know what to do Baby!", on hearing those words you get to work, eager to please your Mistress. She giggles as you gently kiss her thighs leading up to the most intimate of places. You begin to slowly roll up her sweater and for a split second your heart sinks, a cloud of jealousy engulfs your face and in protest your cage twitches sharply. You feel a sticky glob of cream settle in your panties. She's wearing a thong, lacey and white with an elaborate floral pattern. You recognise it immediately, Marcus bought her these panties the day she decided to lock your little clitty away for good....You still remember the lock clicking as she squeezed your cage and passionately embraced her conqueror. You look up, that smirk on her face says it all, she knows you know. "Well? It's not going to lick itself sissy", blushing you return to your task. You lightly kiss her tummy, heading downwards as your delicate soft hands start to tug on her lacey panties. She gives a small moan of contentment and repositions herself. Immaculately groomed, your nose is hit with a floral fragrance, one of the few benefits to being pussyfree being able to taste and smell your Mistress though you will never feel her inside warmth again. Your tongue finds its purpose and you start to lick passionately, she moans loudly and reflexively grabs your hair pushing you deep into her most private place. At first you were clumsy and unsatisfying, unable to pleasure a Woman in the soft and sensual manner required of a feminised beta male. Now though, you are an expert, she twitches and moans in ways your clitty could never bring her to. 'Aaah, Yes!', "Good Boi!" she cries. Your cage twitches and another glob of sissy cream fills your panties at the compliment. Your fingers begin to move, you've been trained well. You softly touch the outside of her crevice before exploring the interior. Anna moans as your index finger enters her moist cavern, oozing with excitement and pleasure. Your soft nimble fingers gently rub inside. A Man's hands would be too rough, too large, but yours are just right, a feeling reaffirmed by Anna's moans "Yes Baby!", "Keep going!", "aaaah!". You start to move faster and harder, keeping in Unison with her moans when suddenly Anna motions for you to stop. "Get the Strap-on Baby" she says breathlessly, still recovering from her ecstasy. You delicately remove your fingers before finding the strap, an eight-inch purple dildo with decent girth, roughly twice the size of your little clitty. It feels powerful in your hands and for a brief moment you think about what it must feel like to be Marcus, to be a strong, dominant and confident bull. The intense throbbing of your caged clitty snaps you back to reality. You enter the room strapped, ready to show Anna you can still be the Man she needs. The illusion is shattered when Anna giggles "I bet you feel so strong, huh Princess? All made up in your silky lingerie with your big Strap". Your face burns a bright red as you look away unable to keep eye-contact. "Aww, it's okay", "Come, why don't you show your Mistress how a 'real Man' fucks?".... Anna turns around and positions herself on all fours showing off her perfectly toned ass as she beckons for you to join. You stare at her ass, it's immaculate, firm and peachy from years of hard work. Your locked clitty gives a throb of embarrassment as you're reminded of how you could never do this position without a Strap-On. Her ass was just too big, one more reason for why she decided to Cuck you with Marcus. Climbing onto the bed you slowly pull Anna towards your Dildo. "Gentle now Honey, this one isn't like your clitty". Blushing you hold her tightly and slowly watch the dildo enter. Anna's moans grow louder as it penetrates deeper, reaching crevices where you've never been. You begin to move slowly, pushing your hips back and forth thrusting, slowly, but surely building up a pace. As you thrust, you're Almost reminded of what it feels like to be a Man but you know you're not. You have seen Marcus, his all-encompassing thrusts as he effortlessly lifts Anna off the ground; a feat you could never accomplish, even before you were locked. He is so strong, so powerful, so big. You thrust harder at the thought of him as Anna moans in Unison "Yes!", "Oh God Yes!", "You're so big, so strong Honey!"....Your cheeks flush red as your clitty splurts another glob of useless cream at her compliment, a phrase that is all too rare. You caress her body with your soft hands, you try to spank her but you cannot break your own conditioning and the slap comes across as barely a tap. Anna giggles at how emasculated you've become, she rubs your perky ass from behind before giving it a large smack. Yelping in pain, you speed up your thrusts as your locked clitty twitches furiously. Her legs tighten around yours as she moans louder and with increasing frequency. It has been over 10 minutes now, 9 more than you could ever do without assistance. She moans loudly, she's close, so close. You know you can do it, you thrust hard, like your life depended on it "God yes!, Yes!" she moans, "Yes, Oh Yes! Marcus! Oh!". Your heart breaks, but it only entices you to go further as your panties reach an overload, your locked sissy cream now soaking your panties and slowly oozing down your thighs. Anna lets out one final moan before collapsing onto the sheets in a huffing mess. "Stop Baby, Stop!" she mutters as you slowly and delicately remove the Strap. Your clitty is now throbbing remorselessly as you pant trying to recover your stamina. Anna regaining her voice giggles, "You did soooo well Baby, I almost forgot you're my prissy sissy sub" Anna looks at you playfully, "Pull your panties down sweetie. My Princess did so well tonight, I think she deserve a little reward don't you?". You nod swiftly to signal your agreement as you quickly pull your panties down. "Oh, my! Someone's excited! Looks like you made quite the mess sweetie, did you have a little sissygasm already?" You shake your head furiously so desperate to reach some sort of climax. Anna giggles, she swirls her index finger in the sticky precum covering your thighs and brings it to your mouth". "Suck on it Baby"....You hesitate, "You want your reward, don't you?". Blushing, you do as your told. The taste is bitter and your face scrunches up as result. Anna laughs sadistically and delicately strokes your face "Good gurl" she says before finding the keys to your misery. You stare at the keys longingly, your clitty throbbing faster with every second that she delays. Anna smirks, "Close your eyes cupcake". You squeeze your hands and eyes shut squirming in anticipation. Anna drops the keys "Ooops", your thighs rub together and you whine as she delays. "No Whining Princess!" Anna says sharply, you go silent reminded of that burning feeling in your backside from earlier. Finally, the lock falls and your delicate clitty springs to life in full bloom. It twitches wildly in excitement, all 4 inches of it. Anna giggles before giving it a little flick. "It looks smaller every time I see it, do you think it has shrunk?" Your face goes red and you stammer out a denial. Anna rolls her eyes, "Whatever you say Princess". Anna brings her hand to her mouth and laughs loudly "Sorry honey, I'm just thinking about Marcus and what he would look like with this little thing". She shakes her head, "It really is pathetic, isn't it?" You blush, voiceless to offer any rebuttal. Anna takes your little clitty between her finger and thumb giving it a light stroke, you moan and close your eyes involuntarily. "Do you like that sweetie, does it feel good?", "Y-yes Mistress" you stutter. "Good Gurl. Open your eyes now sweetie, I have something for you to see" You open your eyes and see Anna holding her phone out while her other hand continues to delicately stroke your clitty. She hits play. It's her, her in all her glory. She looks like a goddess, dolled up in the finest makeup; blush and contour expertly applied and her body, it's on full display. Her voluptuous physique barely hidden by her tight lingerie. She fondles her immaculate breasts before turning around to show off her plump ass, an ass way too big for your own diminutive clitty. You moan in approval as Anna giggles. A man enters the frame, tall and muscular, he has at least 5 inches of height and 30kg on you. He's naked and his shaft is hard and thick like a log. You squirm in embarrassment, you try to look away, but Anna grabs your face, forces you to stare at the screen. "Watch Baby, watch how a real Man pleasures your Mistress". She strokes harder and faster now with her finger and thumb. You squirm uncontrollably, you feel like crying as jealousy pours out of your little body, but you're too aroused, too focused on the large Man with your Mistress. You watch this digital play with anxiety, she moans as he grunts and with every moan and grunt Anna strokes harder. You don't want to cum, not to this. Not to another Man fucking your Mistress, It's not fair, it's not right, but it's too little, too late. Gurlish moans escape your mouth as your little clitty pumps glob after glob of sticky cream all over your tummy. You collapse and close your eyes exhausted as Anna giggles. "G-gosh honey, that must have really hit a nerve. I've never seen you so aroused before! Your clitty was like a fire hydrant!". You open your eyes to see Anna's beaming smile and a hand ready to feed you your just 'deserts'. "Lick it up now Baby, good gurls clean up their messes, don't they?". This is your life now, your life as Mistress Anna's sissy boytoy.

14 July 2025

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A long time ago… Friday afternoon, around 3PM. We're sitting on the sofa; her driving instructor will pick her up at 4. "I'm bored", she mentions out of nowhere. I look at her and say "Well, find something to do then." "I want to give you a blowjob..." I look at her again, "Mmmm..." Next thing, she's on her knees between my legs, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down my pants and undies. I haven't even had time to get hard and she takes me in her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her mouth makes me hard quickly and pretty soon my 7" erect cock no longer fits inside her mouth. She looks up at me with a smile on her face, while she slowly strokes my erection. "I like it when you grow hard inside my mouth." She starts licking my cock; from the base between my balls, all the way up to the head. When she reaches the top, her head moves down again and her tongue touches my skin again. After some time, her hand moves my cock up and she lowers her mouth over it. I reach out to hold my cock, but she swiftly move my hand away; she doesn't want me to interfere. She slowly moves her head up and down and, while doing that, keeps moving her tongue up and down as well. It feels like she's taking me a lot deeper in her mouth than she actually does and it feels amazing. Every time her head goes down she seems to want to take my cock a little further in. Every so often she lifts her head and looks at where her fingers are around my cock, proud of her achievements. Then my hard erection is back in her mouth again. Slowly but surely, her tempo goes up and after a while I start to feel the tension build in my groin. I'm almost ready to ejaculate when she stops and holds my cock in her hand, while she looks at me with an enquiring look on her face. "You were about to cum, weren't you?" "Uhuh...", I groan. She softly strokes my cock for a few minutes, just enough to keep it erect, then she resumes with her mouth. Fairly quickly I feel that tension in my body rise and again, just at the right moment, she stops and makes sure I do not blow my load. She's laughing out load now, "This is soooo much fun!" Followed by "I love being in control." I only manage to grunt a little more. Once again, she starts slowly taking my cock in her mouth and I didn't think I could get any harder, but I did. Again, she is making it feel like every single time she is taking me in her mouth just a little deeper. She's speeding up and I feel my balls are full and want that release. At the same time, I don't want to give it to her that easily; she has teased me... Now I'll make her work for it. This time though, she is determined; I can feel that she is working my cock in a way that she wants me to cum. So I try the best I can not to. After about a minute (or maybe it was just 20 seconds, who knows), I cannot take it anymore. I let go and can feel that first squirt of sperm fill up her mouth. She does not stop sucking my cocking. Another squirt and I can feel my legs starting to shake; I'm having the first real orgasm in my life. I keep cumming and I might even have passed out for a few seconds. When I come around again, she still has my cock in her mouth. I feel cold; it's like the temperature has dropped several degrees. I look at her and she looks up to me. She lets go of my cock and has a big smile on her face. "You got a mouthful?", I ask her. Her smiles gets even bigger and she opens her mouth to show me. Seeing how happy she is, is a huge turn on. I can feel myself get hard again. "Are you going to swallow?" She shakes her head and a bit of cum starts dripping down the side of her mouth. She closes her mouth and I close in to give her a kiss. Full of cum, she takes my cock in her mouth once again. Then she gets up to go to the kitchen sink. When she returns, she comes sit next to me on the sofa. "Still half an hour left..." "My turn", I say, while I lower myself between her legs and start pulling off her jeans. God, she was so wet. So yummy... When she got back from her driving lesson, she giggled "My instructor told me that I looked different today. My lips appeared to be fuller. I wonder why that was..."

13 July 2025

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Fetishes are funny things. Where do you draw the line between something that’s a turn-on or preference, and a full-blown fetish? What do we mean by the word ‘fetish’ anyway? There’s a presumption in the term of something that is deviant, unhealthy; unhealthy in that it becomes obsessive, a suggestion you can’t get off, or can’t enjoy sex, without indulging the fetish. And where do fetishes come from? An early experience in adolescence, or were you born with it? Or introduced to it by another? Does it have to be something that feels like you should hide it, or can you have a fetish about something that’s considered ‘normal’?   And yet, we all have our individual sexual preferences. Some like their partners shaved, some don’t. Some like the thrill of exhibitionism & some don’t… and *everyone* has their favourite way to fuck, and a favourite position or two. Don’t they?   I have many, many turn on\s and preferences. Lingerie. Taking photos (more than videos). Exhibitionism/voyeurism. Writing smut, obviously. Sex outside, where you might be caught. Stolen moments where you shouldn’t be fucking. Positions – primarily ones that mean deep penetration. So I guess that’s another one. Watching my wife come. On my cock, on someone else’s, using a toy. I’ve enjoyed and loved pushing her into enjoying most of these too from time to time, and that’s what I always write about.   But I think the only one that’s a full blown fetish for me is shoes. I’ve always loved high heels. I reckon it started when I was a teenager doing an evening paper round. We used to collect the papers from a shed in the newsagent’s garden and he had all the returns from shops in there too – including the soft porn mags. We couldn’t nick them as they’d all been counted (someone did, once, newsagent told his mum he’d caught him, none of us were ever going to dare again :D), but getting there 3 or 4 minutes early to have a quick flick through, you could get away with. I didn’t seem to have a problem riding my bike with the raging boner this gave me.   In those days I think it was women displaying themselves openly and wantonly – something a teen could only dream of – that made my mental connection with anything and everything (not much, obvs) they were wearing, and that thrill has never left me. Not many years later, I realized what it was that heels did – pushed up a woman’s arse and tightened her calves – that made her look so desirable too. And I’ve never looked back, lol.   My wife’s always known I had a thing for shoes. When we first got together she used to say to me.   “I can wear flat shoes and we’ll walk in to town, or heels and you can pay for a taxi. Your choice.”   I spent a lot of money on taxis, let’s just put it that way.   But this tale is how she really realized how deep my shoe ‘thing’ went. We surprised each other to be honest. _____________   Once I must have criticised a pair of shoes once too often and she got annoyed.   “OK, if you don’t like my choices, you choose. Buy me some you think I’ll like and that you know you like and maybe we can both be happy.”    So I put in a hard evening’s work on the internet and found a bunch of shoes I fancied for her, and ordered them. It was going to cost me, but it would be worth it. To be honest it was the most enjoyable evening I’ve ever spent on the net. By the end of the night I was horny as hell and we had a great sex session. I hadn’t shown her any of my picks, they were going to be a surprise.    A week or so later all the shoes had arrived and we arranged an evening’s ‘fashion show’ to pick out the ones we liked the most. She told me to wait downstairs while she went to get changed into something suitable for trying on footwear and I waited for her like I was some assistant in a shop, surrounded by boxes. I was already pretty horny - I quite like a bit of being cock-teased and I knew this scenario was going to be pretty charged, although I had no idea how good it was going to get.   She didn’t take too long getting changed, and came downstairs wearing a short green shift dress. It came to mid thigh and was quite conservative on the top, but as she tripped down the stairs in bare feet I could see her tits jiggle under the dress and could see she was braless. I was already fizzing with anticipation to be honest and she was playing up to it too. She’d painted her toenails and put an ankle bracelet on to tease me further.   “How do you want to do this?” she asked   I hadn’t really thought about it much in advance so had to think on my feet.   “Erm, not sure. How about you sit down on the sofa and put your feet up on this footrest?”   She did so. She was beginning to look a bit nervous and I figured my lack of planning was rubbing off on her. Or maybe I was just being too obviously lustful. I figured I needed to put her at ease.   “Maybe we’ll start with a foot massage and get a bit relaxed?” I suggested   She smiled at this, she likes having a nice foot rub, and sat down looking already happier. I lifted her feet up one by one and rubbed my thumb under her arches, pushing in to her foot to really relax the tension. She looked much more relaxed quite quickly and wriggled her shoulders into the sofa. I gave her a quick kiss on the toes and reached for the first box.   “OK, first off we have ‘Siren’ sandals,” I said.   She laughed. Such an obvious, trite name. They had looked great online and I’d ordered them because they reminded me of the pair she’d worn when we went of our first date. However when I got them out of the box they weren’t *quite* the same. They still looked good though, shiny black, strappy and with a high blocky heel.   I slipped them on and she stood up and admired them. I think she liked them more than I did to be honest. Possibly they were a bit young for her? Not that this sort of thing bothers me much, I’m good with inappropriate, especially inappropriate sexualised clothes.   She paraded around the living room admiring the shoes and sat back down smiling.   “Great! You can keep these,” she said. “Great summer flirting shoes. What’s next?”   I hadn’t planned this out in any sequence. My brain was in a bit of a fog – probably lust induced - to be honest. This whole scenario of worshipping my wife’s feet and slipping pairs of sexy shoes on and off while she modelled them for me was getting me pretty horny.   The second pair were some strappy coral sandals with about a 3” heel. I slipped them on really easy and they looked great, perfect summer shoes. Her painted toenails looked fantastic against them and as she stood up I felt my cock twitch hard and I had to force myself to keep breathing.   She paraded around a little and gave me a twirl. The skirt of her dress billowing up sightly as she did this, exposing her thighs, was so sexy. She laughed and held her skirt down a bit, then hitched it up to show off more leg and twirled again. I realized this was turning her on, almost as much as me.   “I’m not that keen on these,” she said. “They slip around too much when I walk in them, almost feels like I’m walking on a narrow ledge.”   Well that was a damn shame, as I loved the look. But we had plenty more to try.    This time when she sat down her legs parted a little and she didn’t rearrange herself. I slipped off the sandals and went for the next pair, but before I did, I sneaked a look as her skirt had ridden up. I hadn’t seen what panties she had on but they were one of her – well ok, my – favourites. A nude pair with black lace over the top. I swear I could see a slightly damp patch on them but I couldn’t just stare, so I busied myself with the next pair of shoes.   These were less open, nude Mary Janes with a cute strap over the top of the foot, wicked red soles (not real Louboutin's FFS, I’m not that rich!) and a slight platform sole. She held her feet out one after the other for me to slip them on. I sneaked my hand up her legs as I did this and felt her shudder slightly. She put her legs back parted even wider, too. I’m sure she noticed that I noticed.   She stood and walked – no, not in these. She *strutted* around the room. They were very sexy, but they didn’t go with the dress.   “These are too obvious hon. The platform makes them a bit hard to walk in, and the platform and sole just scream ‘tart’. I prefer to keep people guessing a bit,” she said with a wicked grin. “I might keep them for the bedroom but I’m never wearing these in public.”   This time when she sat down I think she could see I was hard as hell. She licked her lips as I smiled up at her. I could see her naked nipples were erect under her dress and standing out. As I looked down for the next pair of shoes I could have sworn I caught her reaching up to twist one out of the corner of my eye.    We were on pair 4 of 6 now and I was completely lost as to which box was which set of shoes, I was too horny to think straight. I opened the next box and they were black patent court shoes with an ankle strap. They were higher - maybe a 4” heel. Really shiny and sexy, these shoes were, frankly, made for men more than women.   The construction of them made them snugger too. I had to push these ones on and she helped by wriggling her feet, which in itself made my cock strain against my pants. I was beginning to lose control a bit here to be honest, I could feel my mouth was dry.   She was teasing the fuck out of me. She’d pulled her skirt up a little higher and her legs were open a little wider. She was turned on too, I was staring/not staring as I fitted the shoes and her thighs were quivering slightly and the wet patch on her pants was now unmistakable. I could smell her excitement too, and it was all I could do not to bury my face between her legs.   By this point my hands were shaking so much with pent up horniness I could get the shoes on, but I couldn’t do up the fiddly strap.   “Here, let me,” she said softly.   She bent forward and slipped the hooks on the straps – made it look easy – and kissed me hard from beneath her cloud of curls. She smelt delicious. Her skin, her perfume…..and the slight but unmistakable smell of by now soaking pussy.   I swear as she kissed me she felt the strength of my desire for her, like a dam ready to burst. I’m not sure she was looking at my pants but they were an absolute tent, my cock was like an iron bar straining against them. She pulled away from me and stood up, composed herself a little and pulled her skirt straight. But I could see how turned on she was too by now, her chest was flushed and her breathing was fast and ragged. She did her ‘turn’ around the room. Her legs looked amazing in these. The height and angle really made them look even more beautiful.   “These are better,” she said. “I can actually walk in them. Just. If I ever need to.”   She could, too, although the height was close to the limit for someone of her short stature and small feet to cope with. She took another quick turn as they fitted much better and she was happier walking in them, showing off to me and making sure she was showing plenty of leg.   She looked over to me and caught my eye, but I was completely gone. She must have seen some sort of animal look in my eyes I think, I almost caught a flash of fear but then I saw that fear also mix with lust. Her eyes flickered down to my pants and then widened. I’m not sure she’d ever seen me so wound up.   She looked me in the eye again and time seemed to stand still. Then she came back to the sofa and sat back down. I reached for her feet to slip the straps and move on to the next pair, but she just shook her head violently.   “Leave them on” she said in a low, sexy growl, biting her lip and staring in my eyes.   Then she slid down on to the floor to her knees and turned and bent herself over the footstool. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to. She pulled her dress up over her arse, parted her legs and pulled her panties roughly to the side. Her sparsely haired pussy was quivering, open, lips parted and wet, visibly aching for a cock.   I practically ripped my pants pulling open the buttons and shoving them down my thighs and my dick sprang out, at an upward angle of 45o. My helmet was huge, purple and throbbing, I’d never seen my cock so engorged.   I placed the broad helmet against her opening and swear I could see her juice running out of her. She tried to push back on to me to take me in, but I wanted to savour the sight and feeling. I just knew that moment of penetration with me so hard and her so wet was going to be phenomenal and I had to make the most of it.   “Just get that cock in me now,” she commanded breathlessly.   But it was my turn to tease. I wanted this moment to last for ever. I was rocking my hips just giving her the end of the tip. Every tiny movement forward pushed her open slightly wider, every tiny movement back I could see the tip of my cock glistening. Then I gave her half the head. Then pulled back. This time as my cock head pulled away from her pussy a long string of her juice came with it. It seemed to take an age. Then the string snapped. And something instantly snapped in me.   I lunged forward and gave her my whole length at once, forcing her open wide. My cock’s maybe average, bit over average length, but I’ve always been proud of my girth so it was a fat chunk of meat to take in one hit. She cried out and her pussy clenched, stopping my thrust. I pulled back then rammed it home again. This time she was ready for it and her canal opened up to my assault and I bottomed out, forcing my pubes against hers.   She let out a deep, low moan, something primal.   “Fucking hell Rob! Never felt you so deep.”   I don’t think I’d ever felt her so wet. She can be quite reserved until she suddenly loses it, and she’d lost it here. She was absolutely wanton, reaching back and pulling her thighs apart to open herself up as wide as she could.   “Just need to be fucked.” She grunted. “Hard. HARD!”   I gave it to her. I grabbed her arse and hips to ram her back on to my cock, whilst spreading her wide with my thumbs. I hooked one thumb into her panties to keep them well out of the way pulled right to the side. With the speed and strength I was ploughing into her, I didn’t want any material anywhere near me getting in the way or giving me friction burns.   My cock was as hard as it’s ever been in my life as I plunged deep again and again into my gorgeous wife. Her creamy white arse was rippling with the power of my thrusts as she moaned her way towards her first orgasm. She bit down on her own hand as she cried out, then grabbed her own tits roughly as I pounded her and started kneading them. I could see the sweat beading in the small of her back just below the material of her dress that was still bunched round her waist.   “Hold my heels,” she gasped.   I leaned back and held the heels in my hands. This angled my cock further forward in her so my fat helmet was raking the front wall of her pussy, right on her G spot and she yelled out in pleasure.   “Don’t stop!” she yelled.   I had no fucking intention of stopping. It was fucking great for me too. Leaning back gave me the absolute best visuals. Every time I pulled my cock back her pussy lips gripped my shaft and pulled out with it, like her cunt didn’t want to let go, then I would ram back in and see her lips collapse inwards with the friction of my shaft. She was grunting and moaning, every so often one of my thrusts would have her making an involuntary ‘oof’ as it hit her just right.   My heavy balls were swinging forward and smashing into her clit with every hard thrust. I could feel the juice dripping from her and coating them. She reached back to hold and grab my balls but they were just too wet and her hand slipped off.   I felt the ring of her pussy opening start to grip tighter and tighter around my shaft and grinned. I know this response, when she’s heading for a big one her cunt does this incredible ‘wet pit’ thing. Her lips get super tight around your cock and then, suddenly, it’s like inside that tight ring the rest of her pussy suddenly opens a mile wide and soaks up like you wouldn’t believe.   It happened now. The relentless pressure of the head of my cock rubbing her G spot tipped her over the edge and suddenly I couldn’t feel her pussy walls on my head any more, it had opened a mile wide and I felt a burst of wet heat at the same time as her ring gripped me like a hand.   “Oh! Oh! Oh! YES! YES! YESSSSSSS!” she wailed.   Her whole body convulsed and her pussy pulsed on me, gripping then relaxing, gripping then relaxing, all the time feeling like it was sucking me into her. She flailed one hand behind her trying to pull me in to her, all the while yelling. I was there too.    I gave one last, violent, incredibly deep thrust and pulled her hips to me as I rammed my cock hard up against her womb with the primal urge to impregnate. I closed my eyes and saw stars. I could feel the sperm boiing in my balls and surging up my shaft, enclosed in her tight pussy like a wet pulsating velvet glove, and it was like I could SEE the head of my cock hard up against her cervix swelling then opening, blasting 1, 2, 8 thick ropes of cum into her willing, receptive womb. It was an incredibly intense orgasm.   “Fucking HELL! I can FEEL you spurting in me!” she shouted joyously. “Unnnn… yeah… keep going… fill me up.”   She was grinding her arse back on to me, rotating her hips to get me, to get my cum as deep in her as she possibly could.   I stayed where I was for a good 2 or 3 minutes, savouring the aftermath of my orgasm and the feel of her hips as my cock started softening and slipping out of her. As I withdrew, I marvelled at the sight. Her cunt was gaping and quivering, with a pool of cum forming but it didn’t pour out of her – I’d fucked it so deep into her.   She quickly pulled her panties over her slowly leaking hole, then turned round and gave be a wicked smile, threw her arms round me and kissed me deeply.   “Prob’ly ruined these pants,” she sultrily whispered in my ear “Don’t care though. I hope they’re stained. Every time I see that stain I’ll remember this.”   Then kissed me again.    “I want them to be stained. I want to remember this fuck.”   __________________   I don’t have to ask for her to wear heels in the bedroom anymore. It’s become our unspoken symbol   You see, what she really loves is to be pounded, hard. She wants a big cock hitting her insides hard and deep. Not every sex session is going to go down that path, variety is the spice of life, but she knows damn well if she wears the shoes a serious pounding is exactly what she’s going to get. And as for walking in them? It’s irrelevant. We never get out of the house.

8 July 2025

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A long time ago my wife told me of a fantasy she wanted to come true. Where basically I'd tie her to the bed, blindfold her and she wanted a random guy to come and have his way with her. I spoke to some swinging friends of ours B (wife) and M (Hubby) and they agreed to let me borrow M for the evening. The day came around and I hadn't told Jen a thing about what was happening....just that it was happening. We showered, she dressed in revealing and easily accessible lingerie and we had a few drinks to loosen us both up. We adjourned to the bedroom with 15 minutes to go and I proceeded to tie Jen up and finally put the blindfold on. Within minutes I got a text from M saying he was there, I told him to come in through the sliding door to our bedroom, but be quiet. At this stage I started working on Jen, clamps on the nipples, little vibe working her clit, talking about how her fantasy was going to happen...she was soaked as M and to my surprise B snuck into the room. M removed the vibe and slid his face into Jens soaked pussy, lapping her juices like a starving man. B came over to me, grabbed my hard cock and simply winked as she sucked it deep into her mouth. It didn't take long for Jen to moan out an orgasm, as she quivered on the bed, M and I released her legs, he slid on a condom, pushed her legs up towards her head and slammed deep in one thrust, this set Jen off again and made B reach out and furiously rub Jens already engorged clit. B also had her hand on my cock and was jerking me off to the point of cumming....then backing off. M moaned he was about to cum and I instructed him to wait while we repositioned. We untied Jen, moved her around on her back and B then lowered her smooth soaked pussy onto Jens face. Jen immediately took off the blindfold and moaned that she needed that pussy to lick and B obliged. M started to fuck Jens pussy with reckless abandon as I slipped on a condom and slid into B, the feeling of Jens tongue sliding over my shaft as I fucked B relentlessly soon had me to the point of cumming. Along with the girls furiously licking and sucking each others clits we all came together. We disentangled and shared a shower, me with B and Jen with M, we then spent the rest of the evening naked and fucking each other in the spa, the lounge, bathroom, you name it...we fucked there. After they left Jen and I discussed what had happened, overall, she was happy with the way the night panned out, but......it wasn't a random stranger. We agreed to make more plans to make it happen, but that is another story for another time.

1 July 2025

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I hop off the plane, I’m away from ‘my life’ for a few days. Although working, I’m not near my work. I am known widely at home for the work I do, so who I am is already predetermined. I go and collect my luggage, looking around at strangers that have no idea who I am or who I should be. I get in the taxi and head to the hotel. I do the usual unpacking then remove the zipped bag from my suitcase. I find a drawer in the cupboard and remove some toys, and underwear. I remove my dildo, butt plugs, lube and a fake pussy just to name a few. I head to the shower and wash my travel off my body, my cock going hard with the thoughts of able to live my life. I think about what the night will bring as I have been speaking to him for the past few months, organising this business trip meet up when I first seen his profile. I dry myself and take myself to the bed, looking over at the naughty corner with my toys awaiting and send him a message. I let him know I have an amazing room, and look forward to meeting him. Thought get the better of me and head to get some toys. I touch my cock and it gets hard. I grab the lube, plug and dildo and place them within reach on the bed. I lube up my arse thinking of having it touched later that evening and slide my fingers in. Fingers are then replaced by my dildo, oh I have been waiting for the feeling of my arse stretched. I take a quick pic and send it to my booty call to show him what to look forward to. I remove the dildo and replace it with a plug, keeping my arse slightly stretched and lubed. I go back over to the cupboard and get the fake pussy. I lick the rubber pussy before I add some lube and fuck in with the dildo. I rest my head near the pussy, hearing the wet sliding motion of the dildo fucking the pussy. The dildo slides out of the pussy and slides into my mouth. I repeat this many times. I love the idea of watching a pussy stretched by a cock and sucking the juices from the cock. My cock is leaking precum, so I gather it and wipe on the pussy lips. I bring the pussy to my mouth and lap the wet pussy with my tongue, licking the lube and precum from it. I lay back on my back and remove my butt plug, this is replaced by the dildo and I begin to fuck myself. I finish licking the pussy and then use my fresh precum to lube up the pussy and slide my cock in. I am in the middle of a MMF and imagine how it would be to pursue this lifestyle more frequently than just on holidays. It doesn’t take long until my arse tightens on the dildo and my breathing increases in pace. I take my hand from the dildo and both hands grab the pussy as I release my load of hot cum inside of it. I lay there for a few seconds thinking about tonight and feel guilty that I can only offer him a now smaller load. I remove my cock from the pussy with a pop and bring it over my face. The smell of hot cum unlocks my hidden desire and a bring the pussy to my face. The smell is strong and the taste is delicious. I squeeze the pussy to ensure the creampie is dripping out and I use my tongue to lick it clean. I lay on the bed thinking how much stronger the smell of sex will be tonight when I can let myself be me - bisexual.

28 June 2025

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I was having dream the other night. Most of my dreams aren’t of the wet variety but this one was. Judging by the view out the window, it was set in Spain or Portugal I think. I have never been to either country so my impressions must have been motion picture based. In this dream, I was ushered into a very basic hotel room (possibly in a back packer or very cheap hostel) by a woman (who seemed to be the manager or at least running the place at the time) in a really peasant style dress with a full length apron covering it. If she had had her hair in rollers covered by a scarf it would have completed the image, but she didn’t from memory. Nothing was said, which seems to be the norm for dreams, or mine at least. She left and I surveyed my surroundings. There was sort of a view between the adjacent old “Portugal” style buildings. The internal walls were starkly bare, white wash looking, roughly plastered or stuccoed and there was no bathroom but a shower recess that opened directly into the room, only enclosed by one fixed and the other sliding frosted glass door. I must have been unpacking or something when the woman returned and brought with her another woman. This other woman strongly resembled a woman I had seen for some time working in the local supermarket in real life. She must be ten to fifteen years younger than me, quite short or tiny at about five foot. I am 190cm or 6’ 3”. The woman in the supermarket is so friendly. I had spoken to her few times in the course of scanning my groceries and had had many wanks afterwards when I got home to the thought of rooting her, (say out in the storeroom of the supermarket until I collapsed from exhaustion), over the weeks and months of attending that supermarket. And they say sex doesn’t sell! Anyway, back to the dream, it seemed to be explained to me (still no words in my dream) by the manager that my shower enclosure was a shared one and that the other woman was going to have a shower. I seemed to acknowledge that and returned to my unpacking. I heard the shower water running and the shower sliding door closed. I turned to review the shower and my fellow traveller indulging in her shower. As I stood there perving, through the frosted, steamed up glass, I could make out the curves of her buns, smallish to average tits and her shapely female figure in general. Granted, I should have been paying attention to my own business, but hey, this was, as it turned out, my “horny” dream. Had it been real life, I would have had my dick out and been pulling myself as I perved on at this horny little woman in the shower. However, in my dream I can’t remember having my tool in my hand and so I just stared on, intrigued. When she turned around I could make out through the frosted glass, a triangle of dark, black pubic hair between her legs, contrasting against her alabaster white skin and relished how, after she finished soaping her belly and thighs she opened her legs bow legged style to drive her hand and the cake of soap up between her legs, soaping up her, perineum and the lips of her vulva, the pubic hair frothing up the soap that splashed onto the surface of the shower recess glass before it ran down ever so slowly. Reminiscent somewhat of cum and how it runs down the inside of the shower recess glass slowly after I explode, when I have a shower wank. My curiosity and randiness eventually overcame me and I advanced to the shower recess door and slowly slid it open. The little person, gasped in surprise and tried in vain to cover her bits, before quickly sliding shut the glass door. If this had been real life I am sure there would have been a broadside of abusive and indignant words, but once again due to it being a dream, there was just silence. A few seconds passed and after curiosity got the better of her, she slowly slid the door open again and stood there full frontal, still holding an arm across her tits, the hand on door duty was the one that had been covering her black thick thatch of pubic hair. As I stared down, the water washed through the thatch, the white soapy bubbles thinning out and streaming down her legs. Why is it that women’s bodies are so intriguing to guys? Guys are pathetic! They’re entranced by things that are really just meat… albeit nicely shaped meat. The shower water washed down over pubic hair that was no longer lush and bush like but now fairly short to non existent. The next time I blinked the vulva lips were completely bald and succulent framed as I said by her lovely full white skinned thighs. The look on her face was one that said “well, what are you going to do now?” coupled with a slight apprehension. I leant forward and felt as much of her that I could access, arriving at her belly before letting my hand explore further down until I felt her thigh. She invitingly parted her vulva lips and I slipped a finger between them and massaged her clit for some time before sliding it into her wet warm slippery hole, fingering her as the warm shower water ran down over her tits and down onto my hand and her vagina. I took a handful of her vagina and squeezed it again and again as she held my arm in place lest I stop pleasuring her. At some point I bent over down at vagina level and made a very close inspection of the plump roundness her lovely lips, kissing their exquisite plumpness and tonguing the slit until returning my finger to massage her clit and penetrate her hole, watching as the lips closed in around my finger as it coursed up and down in its deliciously slippery little trench. The dream switched abruptly at that point and she was out of the shower and fully dressed. She was dressed in skin tight top and leggings. I was standing beside her and she was looking straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to my presence, as if she was staring out the window as I used her body for my pleasure this time. I had a hand on her knickerless, lycra clad camel toe and I was running a finger tip up and down in the crack and over the round silky texture, exciting myself. This time it was my turn to be naked. My tool was hard and standing up as I took it in hand. I placed it against the side of her thigh and dry humped the side of her lycra clad leg, alternating between feeling her camel toe and feeling up a tit with one hand as I held her waist with the other for support, pulling her to me, as I humped away for all I was worth, sliding my tool up and down over the smooth, shiny material. The knob or shaft of my tool didn’t seem to be suffering from lack of lubrication (it was a dream after all) and I seemed to blow effortlessly (not usually the case. There is usually a lot of grunting and vocal release or grunting) shortly after, shooting multiple (also not the usual case) jets of my hot white jism over the side of her black (I think it was specifically black or very dark coloured as the white jism stood out so vividly against it), lycra covered thigh, rubbing it in with the knob, trying to make as much mess as possible I suppose. Sort of marking my territory like a randy dog. I must have woken up about then as I can’t remember anything else except that I had to wipe my fully awake knob of the pre-cum that was by now saturating my PJs.

26 June 2025

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Mary and I have just had our 5th wedding anniversary. With no children, we had decided to give ourselves a real treat. We booked a cruise. Not just trip but the best that money could buy. Ten days in the South Pacific with one of the best cruise lines, a luxury state-room (no cabins for us) and all the first class trimmings that were on offer. We have a great sex life. Our lovemaking was just getting better all the time. The passion of our first night together has only increased as the years go on. Somehow, we clicked in every department possible. We are totally in love and everything we seem to do fitted in with each other. If this is heaven, we are both here. On night 3 of our cruise, we were invited to the Captains’ table. There were eight of us at the table this night, 3 couples, the Captain and a woman sitting opposite us, so stunning that Mary and I commented quietly to each about her attractiveness and beauty. When she sat down, we introduced ourselves to her and the other 3 couples. She called herself Anna. We figured she was about 30 years old. I had a terrible time, during our meal, to stop myself just staring at her and making a fool of myself. Mary also seemed to be having problems keeping her eyes off her too. Our conversations between the other guests mainly revolved around the trip we were on and small talk about our families and where we were from. After the main course and before our sweets, while the band was playing, the captain invited Anna to dance. As they got up to dance, the rest of the table got up to dance as well. At the end of the first tune, the Captain came over to Mary and I and asked to swap partners. Mary said yes and as the next song started, Anna and I began to dance. The song they were playing was a bit slow so taking advantage of the situation, I put my arm around Anna, drew her in close to me and indulged in the sweet perfume of her body as we began smooth movements across the dance floor. Our bodies sort of melted together as we danced. Her perfume invaded my nose as we held each other close. Anna commented on how well we moved together and I answered that she and I must have something special. I could feel the adrenaline rise in my chest as my heart began a rhythm of its own. On arriving back at out table for sweets, Anna said she wanted to “powder” her nose and asked Mary to join her – you know… that woman thing. When they returned, Mary looked a little flushed. I asked her was anything the matter and all she said was something about Anna complimenting her on her beauty and her body and that she was such an attractive woman. I reminded her that many people have said the same thing so I asked why? What was different this time? She said that the each time Anna said something about her “she touched my hand or my arm” and her touch tingled! It made me feel really strange inside. “My tummy tightened a little each time and and it felt like my heart skipped a beat” she said. She said it was a strange and odd feeling and it stirred something unknown deep within her. I jokingly asked if she was going “gay” for the night. The stern look I got told me to discontinue with that little gem of an observation. As the evening wore on, the Captain and couple by couple, the others excused themselves until there was just Anna, Mary and myself at the table. We all wandered off to a bar and had a drink, played a few hands at the tables and we finally said to Anna that we were off to our room. She asked which cabin we were in and Mary told her we were in one of the state-rooms. Anna gasped… So am I! So the three of us, Anna and Mary with their arms hooked to mine, walked toward our rooms. We arrived at Anna’s room first and she announced “this is my room”. We stopped and exchanged ideas that we might meet up tomorrow. Anna then turned to me, drew her face up to my face, like a European kiss, and whispered “I want to fuck Mary”, then pulled slightly away before bringing her face and mouth to my other ear and whispered “and then I want you to fuck me”. What did she just say? I stood there stunned… She drew away from me slightly then brought her mouth to mine and as our lips met, she thrust her tongue into my mouth and so began a deep kiss that lasted about 5 seconds – an eternity - before I remembered that Mary was standing inches away watching the whole thing. Anna quickly let go of me and as she turned towards Mary, I saw Mary looking at me just as stunned as I was. Eyes and mouth both wide open and a bewildered look on her face. Anna put a hand on each of Mary’s hips and repeated her European kiss routine with Mary. I could not hear but she whispered something to Mary, swapped sides and whispered something in her other ear, just as she had done with me. Momentarily, I saw Mary’s eyes open wide again before Anna kissed her full on her still open mouth. As she kissed her, her arms slid off Mary’s hips and encircled her body, holding her very close to her. My 7 inches was starting to take shape, watching as this kiss went on for what seemed like about 30 seconds! What the hell am I seeing? Their faces inched apart and for a few seconds as the girls just looked at each other and then their lips locked together again. Mary’s arms wrapped themselves around Anna and this kiss lasted at least a minute. It was my turn to be stunned. While they were kissing, my head was screaming at me. Did Anna say the same to Mary as she did to me? Mary isn’t lesbian or even bi-sexual, never kissed another woman yet look her kissing Anna. When their lips parted this time Anna said to Mary “So”? Mary looked at me, then Anna, then me again before looking straight into Anna’s eyes and say “Yes”. Yes what? Anna opened her door and the two girls stepped inside the door. Anna turned to me and said “Are you coming”? Not just yet I thought but hopefully I will be soon and perhaps all of us will be coming soon. I followed them into the room and closed and locked the door. Now I know what it means, when one woman looks into the eyes of another and says “yes”…

26 June 2025

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The morning air in June was thick with humidity. China in summer had a way of clinging to the skin, making everything feel ripe, slow, and suspended in time. I had the fan going, and the balcony doors open, but the heat was stubborn — the kind of heat that begged for bare skin. She arrived just after nine. No classes that day, just a quiet stretch of hours that neither of us planned to waste. She wore a thin cotton dress, damp at the collar from the walk. Her silver hair was swept up, but tendrils had escaped, curling at her temples. She looked... radiant, flushed and powerful, even before a word was said. “I brought oil,” she murmured as she stepped inside. She set the small vial on the table — dark glass, unmarked, filled with a golden liquid that smelled faintly of spice and something floral. “Ylang-ylang, sandalwood, rose,” she said, slipping out of her dress with one smooth motion. “Tantric blend. Stimulates the senses. Opens the body.” I stood there, shirtless already, heat prickling at my spine. She lay down on my futon, draped in just a linen sheet, the curve of her hip peeking through, back arched ever so slightly. I knelt beside her, hands slick with the warm oil I’d rubbed between my palms. “Don’t rush,” she said. “Start like you're painting me. Slow. Devotional.” So I did. I began with her shoulders — long, gliding strokes down her back, pausing at the hollows, pressing gently into the knots of tension. Her breath deepened. She guided me, softly, showing me how to press, to pause, to breathe in sync with her. It wasn’t just touch. It was communion. Her hips rose slightly as I worked the oil lower, over her thighs, the backs of her knees. I could see her body responding — not in jerks or gasps, but in subtle undulations, her entire being softening into the sensation. Then she turned. Naked now, fully. Legs parted slightly, unabashed. Her nipples were tight, pebbled from the heat or the anticipation — likely both. I began again — chest, belly, the space just beneath her ribs where she shivered with each exhale. She kept eye contact now, not shy, but hungry, open. “Touch the edges,” she whispered. “Tease. Don’t take. Let it build.” I circled her sex with oiled fingers, not yet entering—just tracing, pressing gently into the inner thighs, the mound, the soft lips. Her breath came heavier now, chest rising with each stroke. I could feel the tension winding tighter beneath her skin. “You’re not here to make me come,” she said, voice thick with pleasure. “You’re here to awaken me.” And awaken her, I did. Every part of her was alive — each nerve ending lit like flame under my hands. She guided me into a rhythm, a flow, and soon her moans weren’t sounds, they were vibrations — deep, primal, echoing through the room. The sheets beneath her were damp. The scent of oil, sweat, and sex hung in the air like incense. When I finally entered her, it wasn’t sudden — it was a surrender. Her body took me in like water welcoming the storm. Her hands gripped my back, fingernails trailing fire. We moved slowly at first, matching breath for breath, then deeper, stronger — until our bodies were slick and pounding, the air filled with the slap of skin, the low, guttural sounds that belong only to those who have gone far, far beyond simple arousal. She came first — not a single peak, but wave after wave, legs trembling, voice caught between sob and scream. She held my face as I followed, release crashing through me so violently I saw white, then black. We collapsed in a heap — bodies entwined, covered in oil and heat. Outside, the city buzzed on, unaware. But in that room, something sacred had just passed between us, something raw, radiant, and real. She lay against my chest, her voice a whisper. “Now that,” she said, smiling lazily, “was worship.”

23 June 2025

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My man I knew was waiting for me at home. All I could think about was T, his ex that he introduced me to! I thought she was so sexy, and I just wanted to be smother in her tits and enjoying each. While we were in a 69, my man walked in he didn't stop us he just sat and watched in awe! T and I started moaning and groaning, and we bought each other to extreme orgasm! T see my man, she got up walked over and dropped to he knees and deep throated him, till he cummed all over her face and tits! I couldn't help myself I helped clean her up! We all went for a shower, T and I started fingering and sucking. When my man came in. I sat on the built in chair, and I got T to straddle me! I started devouring her whole body, I ended up with her kneeling over my face so I could enjoy sucking licking and biting! My man said wat can I do? While T was starting to really enjoy me eating her, well I spread her cheeks apart and started playing with her ass! T started begging my man to stick his cock in her ass and pump as hard as he can, and blow his load! While that was happening I shoved my pussy in her face, and I ate her while my man fucked her so hard in the ass, she screamed like she had never screamed before!

17 June 2025

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This a true story which happened roughly about 15 years ago. I've always fantasized about watching my girlfriend Kim, (not her real name) have sex with other men. The more intimate and passionate the bigger the turn on for me. We had a couples profile on AMM and had 3 or 4 threesome with guys wed met over a few years. At first she was shy and really nervous but after her first encounter she really enjoyed it and loved the excitement and thrill of having sex with another man while I watched and joined in. As for me I absolutely loved watching other men fuck her and the sex between us was amazing afterwards. I suggested one day that she find a lover, a guy she could see on a regular basis together with me and alone if she felt comfortable. I’m not a jealous guy, in fact I’m quite the opposite. I love watching my girl fucking other men. We chatted with a guy named Andrew, (not his real name) we had met on AMM. He was divorced and had his own apartment in South Bank where he lived alone. It turned out to be the perfect set up for us because we had 3 kids and couldn’t host but Kim worked in finance in SouthBank. After chatting for about a week Kim decided to meet Andrew for coffee one day during her lunch break. They met and chatted and got on well together. She and Andrew decided to meet again a week later on a Friday but this time in his apartment on her lunch break again. Friday came and Kim wore a skirt just above the knee with no knickers on and a tight top that hugged her nice ample boobs. I kissed her goodbye that morning and gave her my blessing knowing she was going to fuck Andrew that day. I work afternoons and received a txt message from her while I was at work telling me about her time with Andrew. She had knocked on his door and as soon as he had let her in he kissed her and pushed her up against the wall and was pleasantly surprised when he stuck his hand up her skirt to discover that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. He fingered her pussy while she pulled at his pants and fondled his dick all the while kissing passionately. With her pussy really wet now he stripped off her clothes and bent her over the couch and fucked her bare back doggy style. Andrew had had a vasectomy so could still make semen and ejaculate but the semen doesn’t contain sperm. After fucking her doggy style for about 10 minutes he stood her up in front of his apartment window with her back turned to him while he slow fucked her from behind. This was both exhilarating and exciting for Kim at the same time because the office she worked in was directly opposite Andrews apartment on a similar level floor and the thought of someone from work or anyone that she might know seeing her naked and being fucked while up against the window was a real risk. She asked him to take her to the bedroom where it was more private and she laid on her back while he went down and licked and sucked her pussy while she sucked on his rock hard cock. When she was so wet and couldn’t take it anymore she begged him to fuck her. He slid his bare cock into her now dripping wet pussy and she wrapped her legs around him while he fucked her alternating between hard and slow until he came inside her all the while they were in a passionate embrace kissing and squeezing each other tight. I was rock hard and ready to blow my load and couldn’t wait to finish work and go home to Kim and make love to her. What really blew my mind though was when she told me that when she went back to work she had to visit the ladies room several times because she wasn’t wearing any knickers and dint take any with her and Andrews cum was dripping out of her pussy and she could feel it running down the inside of her leg. Kim said she was really nervous and worried that people were looking at her and knew what she had been up to, but of course it was just her being over anxious. When I got home she was awake in bed naked waiting for me. She hadn’t showered yet and still had Andrews cum inside her. I was so hard and we both fucked and made love for hours and didn’t get any sleep that night, me telling her how much I loved her while she retold me every little detail of her fun with Andrew. The sex was amazing and we just couldn’t get enough of each other. She continued to see Andrew alone and with me sometimes for about 4 months after that and her having a lover was one of the most amazing experiences we have both had. It brought us so close together at that time it was out of this world.

16 June 2025

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