Intro: It's summer 2025, the air is humid and hot in Brisbane, to be expected. It's only a couple weeks out before the Christmas holiday. So the city's bars are busy and the streets are alive with people rushing around for last minute holiday shopping. My name is Creature and my partners name is Curiosity. We just recently moved into an amazing new place by the river near the CBD, it has a gorgeous view with the occasional cool breeze that comes off the salted river. Moving is hard work, and we only just got it done after about 17 hours. We were sweaty, exhausted and horny as hell. We finally had some time to ourselves and we were feeling ravenous towards each others pheromones. The sexy, sweaty scent of Curiosity was killing me. I mean we've been carrying furniture up and down stairs for days. We finally were looking forward to having some time to ourselves to enjoy each other in a place of our own. But hey, I'm getting ahead of myself, let's go back to Moving Day where the sexcapades all started. And before you ask, yes, this is a true story, p.s. don't ask me for the video footage at the end haha ;) Chapter 1 - Moving Day The move was stressful, we barely got Curiosities stuff out her apartment and returned the hired van late for additional fees. That didn't stop our fun. One of the first things we did was use the hired van for public BDSM and a adult game. I don't know if you guys have heard of the game smash or pass? The last thing from her apartment was the mattress and tallboy chests. The van had a cage behind the front driver and passenger I used to tie Curiosity to the tallboy and on the mattress in back of the empty van. Unfortunately at the vans first red light, the tallboy collapsed right on top of Curi.. My friend who was driving and I thought she was dead... Our hearts dropped and we looked as pale as ghosts. luckily, after a few seconds of silence, she started giggling in the back, the chest of drawers miraculously landed on her headphones, protecting her skull. There was no time to undo her without raising suspicion from other drivers and ended up driving for the rest of the trip with her bandaged to the back of the van, smothered under furniture, and filled with adrenaline. Wow, imagine if we had got pulled over. Chapter 2 - BDSM Gone Wrong? Finally we were able to stop the van and I was able to investigate the damage. It was incredibly hot, the way she was curled up in her tight leggings it made them transparent. You could see her underwear as soon as you open the back of the van, her pink G-string and tight round ass staring at you. Mmmm. We freed her from her binds and checked in to see if she was ok, she had a few bumps and bruises but was in good spirits. Strangely, she was enjoying being smothered and crushed by the weight of the tallboy. We tied the chest of drawers up securely. Curi decided to lay back and stretch on mattress in the back of the van, eyes still sparkling with excitement. The van hire company was calling us because we were 3 hours late dropping the van off and another customer was waiting for it who had paid a deposit. They kept calling every 20 mins and we weren't even close to making it back. We figured since we already are paying the late fee we might as well get our monies worth. Chapter 3 - Smash or Pass? We took a detour through the city, so many hotties on a Thursday afternoon as it gets closer to sunset. We drove into Fortitude Valley stopping the van near random strangers of my choice to open the back door and say smash or pass. Curiosity was lying on the mattress available for them to fuck or forget. We opened up the back of the van like a Bonnie Blue bang bus. We approached a well dressed gentleman around the age of 40, slightly greyed hair and stubble wearing a well mannered suit. He was a good looking bloke who clearly just finished his respectable day at work. Curiosity smirked as she knew it was just the beginning. She looked out the window and if she was keen she would say smash to stop or pass to drive off. I loved offering her hot tired body with little to no clothes on to random guys who were so caught off guard, the faces of shock and excitement still make me stir with emotion. Offering up Curiosity had me throbbing seeing if a stranger would take the opportunity to jump in the back and use her tight wet pussy. We got the van back and it cost us a tonne of late fees. Best van ever, I left a kind review and a stain or two. Chapter 4 - The Lonely Driver We eventually got back to the apartment and dragged everything up the stairs. Tired, sweaty with both of our muscles burning yet still horny, we were unable to resist each other's bodies any longer, especially after the pleasure of watching some 3D porn of my choosing. We went into the bathroom for a shared shower but didn't quite make it to getting our bodies clean. Curiosity pulled out my dick in a rush and started licking along the length of my dick, I had to try and keep quiet and contained after being solid for so long because my mate who drove the van was still in the living room. Now my friend is always talking a big game of kinks and shock-factor stories so this is something that I know wouldn't bother him. He understands the sexual needs, but you still don't want a mate hearing that you know? We had a quick cool shower while the sexual tension was heating up, my dick was raging it was so hard, seeping precum, begging her to let me have my release, I couldn't resist. I was throbbing so bad needing my Curiosity right now and then, until I had a spontaneous dirty thought. You see, my friend was still alone in the lounge room for an extended period of time. You know how easy it is to get side tracked, especially seeing your partners glistening body in the shower. You start talking fun ideas getting down into oral and enjoying each other's bodies that, you know, we thought maybe my friend felt left out on such a fun time. He had to focus on driving and keep his eyes on the road, he missed a lot of the show helping us out. Chapter 5 - Sexhibitionism We thought the least we could do is give him a show on top of the cash right? She loved my idea and with a knowing glance at each other, we loosely chucked on dressing gowns and she followed me towards the loungeroom. I sit down and tell Curi to get on her knees and she starts passionately sucking my dick, with her big juicy size E tits spilling out of the gown, both of us almost completely exposed. My friend is pretty open when it comes to sex like us, I mean he was in an open relationship and is a bit of a sadistic with a humiliation and power kink with his ex. Curi was sucking my dick with deep and long strokes gagging for me. However my mate was blushing and was really awkward. He didn't bat an eye lid and could barely look in our direction or at my big erection lol. He's been in all types of situations before with all kinds of kink and crazy, but he just froze. As still as a statue, not making eye contact like we were medusa turning him to stone. My friend was not himself and was just all bark and no bite, and it was the funniest reaction I've ever seen. Especially if you've heard the stories he's shared. The last person on earth you would expect to react this way, he eventually politely excused himself after being unsure what to say or do. We still laugh about that moment to this day. Chapter 6 - Sexy Secretary Role Play Finally, we got our moment, just to fuck like rabbits and explore every room of the new place. Curi is the most gorgeous shapeshifter of all. She has so many hot outfits and some lovely dress up aesthetics. Finally we could unwind and just enjoy our own sexual kinks and desires. We decided to shoot a home made porno to remember our first night at our new home. We wanted to put some effort I to our appearance and record high quality video and audio we can get off too again later. I wanted to do a secretary interview role play. She has so many sexy outfits, she always dresses the part perfectly. Curi styled her makeup in a classic office siren, she wore a tight black and white blouse, a mini skirt that was shorter than her fingertips, and tight white shirt that was barely hanging on by a button. She had the smell of cheap perfume like Britney spears fantasy, she had her cleavage in your face, she was wearing silver tall stilettos you could hear coming from a mile away. She topped it all off with a copy of her resume on a clipboard, nerdy square black glasses, a kitty shaped headset and finished her look with slutty red lipstick. Chapter 7 - Lights Camera XXX Action With the cameras setup, we started rolling and she stepped into my office for the interview. She nailed it. Her voice was spot on. She sounded like an actress from Hollywood, her breath with an airy tone, sombre and sweet. She gave me goosebumps and a hard-on, I was chubbing so hard in my tight chinos, I was struggling to ask the interview questions. Her pussy started peeking out from under her slutty skirt. She nervously asked to use the bathroom. I gave her the key card access and showed her down the hallway to the bathroom on the left. I watched her hips walk step by step like it was in slow motion. Curi has the hottest arse. I could feel my lip drooling. She was wearing those tall beautiful stripper stilettos and wow was it a sight to behold. Chapter 8 - Hidden Piss Pee Spy Cam in Bathroom We ended up editing a new secret bathroom scene into the video. It was like a little secret camera situation spying on her. She pulled down her panties to her ankles and let out a little sigh, you could hear the trickle of her golden humiliation hit the water in toilet bowl. She nervously cleaned herself up and then came back to the interview. Her acting was perfection, the hottest sweetest, sluttiest secretary ever. Willing to go above and beyond and do more than anyone else would do for the job. Chapter 9 - Whatever It Takes I got her under the desk and pulled out my cock. I could smell how wet she got just sucking on it. The smell was as sweet as freshly made pineapple juice. It was sweeter than a cold can of coke on a 40 degree day. She was nervous, yet excited, and she can see the look that I was giving her of how much I was enjoying it. She knew that role play has me dropping so much precum down her throat. She did go above and beyond any other candidate. I ended up building a full OBS scene and transition setup to record us fuck. I setup a window watching us watch porn and it was hot, multiple different angles and a solid 3-hour fuck session. It's the best Christmas present you could want after moving house. We played porn after porn, turn for turn, from gangbang creampie to hentai with mutual masturbation. There was some hot fingering action with one of the best angles of Curiosity squirting whilst I finger fucked her. We got all the different angles from triple penetration to her stretching her arse with butt plugs. The best was yet to come. Literally cum. Chapter 10 - Early Christmas Present Curiosity promised her Creature that I would get something special on moving day. She wanted to reward me for the moving effort. It was to finally see if I could stretch her tight ass with my 7 inch thick cock. Her ass has been so tight it's taken almost a year to stretch it wide enough to fit. She was adamant that tonight was the night. I gently pushed her back with my large hand and bent her over the computer chair, squeezing the edges of the tip of my cock against her little puckered hole. I could only fit half of my throbbing head to begin with, as she yelped whilst moaning. It was such a struggle to fit, to get a couple of centimetres in. I thought maybe it would have been too much for her and was about to check in until I noticed her sweet pussy dripping onto my balls whilst she shivered and breathed deeply. It was to my surprise, she wanted it just as bad as me. Chapter 11 - First Anal BWC After trying different angles to manoeuvre my cock into her, she insisted I lay down right in front of the other video angle in almost a demanding but sultry tone. She placed a pillow to one side of me, as she was reaching for a matching pillow to be on the opposite side of my body, she stretched in a way where I could admire her openings. I could see the beautiful little pussy inches away from my head so couldn't resist sucking on those delicate lips like I mean the taste was to die for I was in a trance, fully addicted. I knew she had plans to ride my cock but I just couldn't resist sucking on her lips until they were puffy, warm and hot pink. It was amazing. I could tell she didn't mind getting distracted from the pillow momentarily. Suddenly, I felt her metallic stripper heels against my biceps gripping in, Curi was getting close but didn't want to cum already so that was my sign to dis-latch after one last cheeky bite. Finale As she looks down at me flustered, I couldn't help but smile. Her twat is seriously irresistible but I knew something new was coming. Her crotch soaked from my saliva and her juices made the perfect lube. Curi took a large exhale while staring me dead in the eyes with intent and her little star slowly swallowed my cock. Finally, she was brave enough to take me. Not only did she take me impressively well, she continued to vigorously ride me for 15 minutes, slamming her hourglass body against mine with mixed pleasure and pained noises. I was close. I mean the pleasure was amazing in many ways physical, mentally visually and the sound. I can't even explain it. Even with the aircon on full blast It was still hot Qld summer night. We were dripping with sweaty but were too into each other's pheromones and compatibility to complain. Conclusion I tell you what. I've been around the block a few times but I've never had someone match my drive and this is a true story. This was just week 1 of what it would be like to live with a hot open partner whose down to do so many things with me and for me. Who just wont fuck like no other creature you've known.

27 February 2026

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Hi-ho it's off to work I go. Not forgetting to pick up my favourite married milf. Don't work with me just likes to go out for the day in the van. This particular day there was not that many deliveries so we just took our time driving around the English country side delivering. But in between we would stop for a a cuddle and kiss. On one of these occasions we had stopped at the side of a field, opening the side door facing the field. Hugging and kissing got more intense after sliding my fingers inside her now very wet pussy while she rubs my cock through my jeans. I got to suck you she said with a sound of urgency in her voice. Un zipping me and dropping my jeans my cock was out in the sunshine. Until it disappears into her mouth and throat. Dam she was so good at this but her husband didn't like at. Strange man. After a while I turned her around so she could lay down in the van and slid into her waiting tight hot and wet hole. Making her legs tremble with every orgasm she had. Turning her over so she could lay on her back holding her legs in the air continue to slide in and out. Slow at first but speeding up as I got close to cumming. As I was about to cum she sat up so she could swallow my whole load as she loved doing this. Standing up I turned her around and wend doggy style. Not believing that I was still hard that surprise us both. With her legs trembling and so was mine I came for a second time deep inside her quivering pussy. She cleaned me up again by sucking and licking both of our juices from my twitching cock. We pulled ourselves together only to find a lady sitting on a horse in the field , it looks like she had been there for some time too. Dam I miss that lady and the job.

25 February 2026

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Je bent een normale vrouw en leeft al een tijdje alleen, het valt je niet zwaar om alleen te zijn, al mis je af en toe de hektiek van vroeger. De dagen worden weer langer maar het is nog lang geen lente, laat staan zomer, toch voel je de laatste tijd een opwinding door je lijf gaan, die je doet denken aan vroeger tijden. Afgelopen nacht werd je er zelfs wakker van, je droomde over heftige sex met een onbekende man, je zat tegen klaarkomen aan. Terwijl je er langzaam wakker van werd, bleek je met een hand in je slipje te zitten, je vinger die net nog driftig heen en weer bewoog over je opgewonden clitje, ligt nu stil tussen je vochtige schaamlippen. Je was er eerst een beetje van geschrokken maar nu je er aan terug denkt, wordt je er weer hitsig van. Wat is er toch aan de hand, ik ben er eigenlijk nooit zo mee bezig maar nu kan ik bijna aan niks anders meer denken. Het is iets totaal nieuw voor je, je hebt, in jouw tijd, best wel wat vriendjes gehad en ook later met je man hadden jullie een fijn sexleven, maar het was de laatste jaren stil geworden op dat front. Nog steeds hitsig besluit je toch maar gewoon een broodje te gaan eten, het was al laat. In je ochtendjas loop je langs de spiegel in de gang, automatisch doe je het licht aan en kijkt verbaasd naar je warrige haren en wilde blik in je ogen. Je handen gaan even door je haar en als vanzelf ga je, terwijl je jezelf blijft aankijken, met je handen naar beneden en alsof je jezelf voor het eerst ziet ga je met je handen via je borsten naar je taille en over je heupen en weer terug naar je borsten. Je voelt een blos op je wangen komen en terwijl je kijkt of de blos ook te zien is ga je met je handen naar beneden, je ochtendjas is open gevallen en je voelt je tepels hard worden. Er schieten wat herinneringen door je heen en het is niet te geloven, je voelt je poesje nat worden waar je bijstaat. Er gaat een rilling van genot door je heen op het moment dat je, even in je tepel knijpt, oohhh... dit is toch wel fijn, dacht je en terwijl je je ogen sluit dwaal je even weg op het toch wel heerlijke gevoel. Abrupt, kom je weer bij zinnen en loopt door naar de keuken om nu toch maar eindelijk een broodje te gaan maken. Terwijl je je broodje staat te smeren, begin je toch weer te dagdromen, zonder dat je er erg in hebt duw je je heupen ritmisch tegen de keukenkastjes aan, je komt helemaal terug in het nu, als er een kreun uit je mond komt. Je hebt al smerend, je opgewonde kruis tegen een handvat geduwd en je clitoris word nu vol geraakt. Je bent zo hitsig dat je je clit tegen het handvat aan blijft duwen, je begint zwaarder te ademen en rijdt nu stevig tegen je keukenkastje aan. Met beide handen steun zoekend op het aanrecht, kom je eindelijk tot een hoogtepunt, nahijgend maak je langzaam je broodje af en met slappe knieen loop je naar de bank. Je neemt het laatste stukje brood en besluit er even bij te gaan liggen, je hebt nog geen kwartier geleden je eerste orgasme, sinds tijden gehad, en bent er nog van onder de indruk. Terwijl je je ogen even dicht doet, voel je gelijk dat je nog steeds 'in the mood' bent. Lang geleden toen je nog jong was heb je wel wat aan masturbatie gedaan, maar toen je vriendjes kreeg is dat eigenlijk als vanzelf gestopt. Sinds een paar weken schiet de ene na de andere erotische fantasie echter door je heen en ben je konstant hitsig, het is dan ook niet raar dat je nu eindelijk weer eens bent klaargekomen. Je ziet jezelf weer tegen het aanrecht staan, raar eigenlijk, maar die handvaten zitten precies op een plek dat je er heerlijk met je clit over kan wrijven, dat ik dat nooit eerder heb ontdekt. Onbewust ben je, nu je er weer aan terug denkt, van hitsig naar heter gegaan en je voelt je kutje opgewonden kloppen. Je besluit om er deze keer maar eens voor te gaan en met je ochtendjas nog aan, al liggend op de bank, vindt je hand je nog natte liefdesgrot. Hhmmm heerlijk, je stopt eerst een, maar al snel twee vingers in je heerlijk hete grot en duwt ze diep naar binnen. Smakkend zuigt je kutje zich vast aan je vingers en je duwt ze nog wat dieper om ook je G spot te stimuleren oohh..aahh, je heupen beginnen mee te draaien, je gaat even verliggen om je andere hand ook vrij te krijgen en nu kan je er met beide handen bij. Je wrijft in je eigen tempo over je opgewonden clit terwijl je andere hand nu met drie vingers in je kutje pompt. Je bekken duw je omhoog, richting je pompende vingers en al snel rollen er heerlijke genotsgolven door je heen en ben je op dat heerlijke randje van een bijna orgasme. Je spreidt je benen zo ver mogelijk en je kan nog iets dieper stoten ahhh... wow heerlijk. Je clitje staat hard overeind en beide handen bewegen sneller en sneller... oohh... oh...daar komt het... de golven van genot worden langer en hoger... whoe..aahh daar komt de groo ooote. Je lijf begint te sidderen en een heerlijk zwaar en fantastisch orgasme dendert door je heen. Naschokkend lig je op de bank, je voelt dat er nog meer zit, maar voor nu is het wel even genoeg, met een tevreden glimlach op je gezicht, sukkel je in een heerlijk hazeslaapje en droomt over wuivende tarwen in een zonnig landschap met een roerloze blauwe lucht. Tevreden rek je je uit en herinnert je weer wat er gebeurd was, je hart maakt even een sprongetje maar tevreden constateer je dat je je heel erg lekker voelt je bent nog een beetje opgewonden maar vooral warm en heerlijk rustig. Geen gedachtes over wat er allemaal nog moet en wat er allemaal al gedaan had gemoeten, nee heerlijk rustig en tevreden, alles kan ook morgen. Lui blijf je heerlijk op de bank liggen en al wikkend en wegend hak je een paar knopen door. Je bent al ouder maar nog niet oud en je lijf geeft aan dat je wilt leven, leven en genieten. Je was in die paar jaar dat je alleen woonde bijna helemaal op de automatische piloot gaan leven en nu besloot je dat dat eigenlijk geen leven is, vanaf vandaag wordt het allemaal anders, hoe hhmm daar kwam ze vanzelf wel achter. Tevreden met zichzelf ging ze rechtop zitten maar had nog geen zin om op te staan. Ze heeft woord gehouden en vanaf die 'eerste dag van haar nieuwe leven' heeft ze al meer geleefd dan jaren tevoren. Het was nog wel zoeken en ze wist ook niet altijd wat slim was maar ze had vanaf die eerste dag, elke dag een, of vaker nog, meerdere orgasmes gehad. Ze voelde zich jaren jonger en ook de buitenwacht merkte dat er iets verandert was. De eerste week had ze veel plezier en genot gehad, in bed en bank maar ook 'haar vriend' het handvat had ze een paar keer gebruikt om haar hitsige lijf op te zwepen naar steeds weer andere orgasmes. Tijdens het douchen was ze er achter gekomen dat ook de waterstraal haar vriend was en in die begintijd had ze weinig verlangens naar 'een echte vent'. Op een dag liep ze in haar stad niet ver van huis en ontdekte een sexshop, die had ze nog nooit gezien en ze kwam er toch regelmatig, maar zo gaat dat. Ze durfde niet naar binnen, was toch een stapje te, maar thuis gekomen zocht ze die dag via het internet naar sex artikelen want ze had in de etalage toch wel een heel gedurfde grote penis zien staan die haar een warm gevoel gaf. Zoveel keus, zoveel verschillende hulpmiddelen, ze wist het nog niet maar ze zou zeker binnenkort iets aanschaffen. Uiteindelijk duurde het nog een paar weken maar vandaag kwam 'haar nieuwe vriendje' binnen, anoniem verpakt, gaf de bezorger haar het pakketje en kon het uitpakken beginnen. Jeetje wat een ding zeg, als die er maar inpast, het was een mooie grote vleeskleurige penis met zuigvoet. Er zaten dikke aders op en de eikel was goed te onderscheiden en al met al kreeg ze wel zin om het uit te proberen. Ze had er een heel plan omheen gebouwd, het was er eentje zonder batterijen want ze wilde het vooral gebruiken voor onder de douche. Naakt op haar slipje na voelde ze of het water de goeie temperatuur had en maakte de zuigvoet tegelijk nat. Ze duwde de voet tegen de gladde tegels aan en ja, precies zoals ze gedacht had bleef die penis nu tegen de muur aankleven, met moeite trok ze hem weer los en door wat te meten plakte ze hem op een plek waar ze er goed bij kon. Heerlijk warm, stroomt het water over haar lijf, haar tepels zijn van voorpret al hard en haar kutje vochtig. Plagend trekt en knijpt ze even in haar tepels en met de rug naar de muur toe, zoekt ze met haar achterste de penis op. Er is heel wat verandert, van een dooie huismus is ze nu een sextijger geworden maar ook al is ze nu nog steeds bijna altijd wel 'in the mood' ze gaat er nu speelser mee om en is open en vrijer geworden niet alleen door te masturberen maar ook door te willen genieten en leven, zijn er in haar hoofd wat knopen verdwenen. Ze voelt de eikel tegen haar billen en nu kan ze haar poes tegen die eikel aanduwen. Hhmm heerlijk... hij is wel groot en dik maar langzaam duwt ze haar hete en hongerige flamoes om de eikel en steeds dieper verdwijnt de penis in haar. Heerlijke golven van genot gaan door haar heen terwijl ze langzaam haar nieuwe vriend begint te berijden. Oohh dit is... lekker, het lijkt wel of ze door de muur genomen wordt en met de penis diep in haar leunt ze tegen de muur aan, het warme water stroomt over haar borsten en verdwijnt tussen haar benen waar ze sinds kort ook haar schaamhaar heeft bijgewerkt. Licht met haar heupen draaiend houdt ze de kunstpenis diep in haar hete grotje en met een hand wrijft ze over haar opgewonden clit. Oohh.oohhh... ohh helemaal gevuld door die pik heeft ze haar billen nu bijna helemaal tegen de muur gedrukt en heftig haar genotsknopje stimulerend komt ze schokkend klaar. OOoohhh...dit orgasme is heftiger, zo heftig dat ze bijna aan de penis hangt, zo lekker. Langzaam trekt dat verrukelukke gevoel zich ietsjes terug maar nu komt de tijgerinne hand en met de penis diep in haar hete kut neemt ze haar opgezwollen vuurrode clit nog een keer onder handen. Het tweede orgasme laat niet lang op zich wachten en whaa... ahhh... o oohh..oohh een geile zondvloed treft haar midden in de roos en met grote kracht komt ze, haar knieen knikken en de penis houdt het niet en glijdt van de muur af, heftig schokkend komt er een ultiem orgasme over haar heen, dit overtreft alles, zo is ze nog nooit klaar gekomen ze ziet zelf sterretjes. Op haar knieen hijgend, zit ze zo nog een tijdje onder de warme waterstralen maar dit... dit zou ze nooit meer vergeten.

25 February 2026

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I grew up on a dirt road that didn’t have a name, just a mailbox with our surname peeling off in the sun. Out there, love stories were simple. You met a boy at the rodeo or at the pub on a Friday night, you slow-danced to a country song, and by harvest you were someone’s forever. That’s what I believed, anyway. When I moved to the city at twenty-two, I packed that belief in my suitcase between my good boots and my grandmother’s pearl earrings. I thought love would find me quickly. I smiled at strangers. I said yes to dates. I mistook attention for intention. The first man I met wore polished shoes and told me my accent was “cute.” He took me to a rooftop bar where the lights blinked like distant stars. He spoke about investment portfolios and weekend trips. When he kissed me, it felt like a scene from a movie I’d watched a hundred times in my bedroom back home. I thought, this must be how it starts. It didn’t start. It ended the next morning with a polite text and a promise to “catch up sometime.” There were others. A bartender with kind eyes who said he’d never met someone “so genuine.” A gym trainer who liked the way I laughed. A musician who wrote half a song about my freckles. They held my hand in public, traced circles on my back in private, and whispered that they felt something different with me. I kept believing them. I told myself that intimacy meant progress. That if they wanted me, if they desired me, then surely love couldn’t be far behind. So I gave pieces of myself away in dim apartments and rumpled hotel sheets, under fairy lights and ceiling fans that hummed in the dark. I learned the rhythm of new bodies, the warmth of shared breath, the heavy quiet that comes afterward. But morning always arrived colder than I expected. I’d lie there staring at unfamiliar ceilings, wondering why closeness at midnight felt so far from connection at dawn. They would kiss my shoulder and rush off to meetings, to friends, to lives that didn’t seem to include me past the night before. Back home, my friends were getting engaged. Posting photos in fields of golden wheat, hands laced with someone steady and sure. I double-tapped their happiness and told myself I wasn’t jealous. I was just… waiting. People assumed I was wild. The city had changed me, they’d say with a wink. They didn’t see the hopeful girl underneath it all—the one who still believed that the next date might be the last first date. The one who studied every smile for sincerity. I wasn’t looking for thrill or conquest. I was looking for that quiet certainty my parents had, the kind that doesn’t need fireworks because it burns steady and bright. Instead, I kept finding sparks—hot, dazzling, and gone before I could warm my hands. Maybe I was naive. Maybe I confused chemistry with compatibility. Or maybe I just hadn’t learned yet that love can’t be negotiated through longing. But I still keep my grandmother’s pearls in my drawer. I still say yes to dates. And somewhere beneath the city lights and the lessons learned in tangled sheets, that country girl is still looking—not for another night, but for someone who stays when the sun comes up.

20 February 2026

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Quite a few years ago I was dating a woman with a very high sex drive. Late one night when I was driving her home, she leaned over unzipped my jeans pulled them down, with some assistance of course. She then started to go down on me, after a few minutes when I was stiff and pulsing, she took off her jeans and knickers and started to climb over to the drivers side of the car. All while I was still driving, Luckily it was an automatic but unfortunately before cruise control. We slid the seat back as far as we could but still being able to just reach the accelerator and brake. She then sat on top of me and guided me inside her. Bouncing up and down on top of me with me saying lean to the side a bit I can’t see where we are going. Needless to say, worried about having an accident (of the motor vehicle kind) or being stopped by the police we found a place to stop and finish what she started. I still can't believe what we did but assure you it is true. A night I’ll never forget nor do I want to.

16 February 2026

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The idea of two strangers hooking up in the middle of fucking nowhere seems to be unrealistic and everything that you can only find in the movies, or some asshole typing away. Anyways. So, we have these two people. A woman, 30s, average build, but curves that any man would want to grip their hands onto. Long hair, black, fussy hair that reaches towards her lower back. Cup size of her tits, well, spoilers, but let's call her Jane. (Jane Doe) Now with the man, 40s, built like motherfucking brick house. Has facial hair, but it is trimmed nicely. Jeans, but losing. Enough for the ladies out there knowing what he's dealing with, without the need to whip it out. We'll call him John Doe. Why? because I'm fucking lazy. It's raining, like pissing, pouring the old man (not John) cumming in his sleep, at a level of raining. Jane is marching in her wet boots. She's lost. Her phone was flat, and for hell, the moonlight was going to help. She's getting annoyed and more annoyed. All she wants to do is have a quick meal. Maybe beef jerky or something like that, and sleep until the morning rises. Seems that might not happen. She's losing all hope until- "Hey, she hears, overtaking the heavy water drops. The voice is male and deep. When I say deep, I say DEEEEEEEPPPPPP. She shines her flashlight in the direction of the voice and sees a figure. The figure walks forward, and here comes John. He's all wrapped up, but enough to knock the rain. "Are you okay?" "I'm just a bit lost. Trying to find my way back towards my tent." "Good luck with that, Mrs. With this rain and the nightlight. You will be unable to find your way back until the sun has risen." John sighs, knowing what he is about to suggest. "Would you like to stay at my tent. Just for tonight. Promise I'm not one of those crazy serial killers that you find in horror movies." Jane doesn't think about it. She just wants to get out of the sky water. Jane takes John's offer. Now the tent itself is small, like you're surprised that now John's able to fit inside of it, but anyhow. Jane lies down at the far, far right side with a bed sheet over her. John enters. "You don't mind if I-" He touches the ends of his shirt, hinting at what he's asking. She nods. meaning "I don't mind." John takes off his shirt and showcases his hard rock abs. like a 10 pack. He lies at the far left. The two campers try to sleep, but one little issue, which is- The sheet that was over Jane. Does jackshit. She's freezing. Teeth banging into each other. She is COLD. And John can hear it. He turns around, and "I realizes that you're a bit cold. You don't mind if I give you some body heat. 'Go ahead," Jane replies to his question. John pushes towards her and wraps his arms around her. Nothing more, nothing less. Anything seems fine. Both of them try to go to sleep once again-but. Jane feels something. Something that touches her arse. rubbing against her behind. She wants to figure out what this feeling is. She moves her hand towards the THING and touches it. Realizing that his hard cock was the thing rubbing against her. And she's liking the feel of it. And she's only feeling the outline of it (because he still has his pants on). She rubs his shoulder lightly. Enough for him to wake up, as he did. John doesn't know what's going on. "Is everything alright?" "Oh, everything is fine. Just still feel a bit cold and wonder if you can help me to warm up- in other ways." She pulls down his pants and flops out his rock-hard, thick, 8-inch cock. Throbbing for a play and don't worry. It's going to be a play with. He's enjoying it. He's feeling her warm mouth sucking him. John thinks she's the god of male oral sex. She stops looking down and looks across at John, which makes him unable to hold on any longer. He pushes her off his dick and gets on his knees and kisses her. Long with passion. She jerks him off while his hands are holding her neck, while their lips meet. John moves to kissing the side of her neck, which makes Jane really get ready for a fuck. He takes her top off. Not normally, but rips it. She showed her breasts to him. His hand was squeezing him before moving down to the nipple and having a taste. Moving his tongue around with the odd light bite. His hands slide down her back, and he gets a hold of her legs. Getting ready to flip her onto her back. John goes even further down as he starts tasting her. Tasting her nice, wet, warm, pussy. Which is wetter than the rain outside? And he isn't being gentle. He's going to pull on tongue fucking. (The title of this should be call tongue fucking the way this is going). She doesn't hold back. Her moans are loud, and it's known that she's enjoying. That this random hook-up was the right choice as he touches her tits as he's tasting her clit. She can't take it any longer, "I need you inside of me". He pulls back and slides towards her back and slides his thick cock inside of her. The moment it was in. It feels good. He starts thrusting slowly. He doesn't want to cum too quickly. He's a man who takes his time. Looking into each other's eyes. Groaning and moaning together. It feels like this is the best cock she ever had and the best pussy he ever had. He builds up the speed of his cock, smashing her. fucking her hard. The sound of his balls echoes. "I-I'm going to cum' Jane announced. And she screams out her orgasm. She notices he is slowing down. "Don't stop. I want you to cum too, baby." And he doesn't, it picks up the speed and fucks her. More and more. He's about to cum. Building up, building it up until- he cums inside her and it was a big load. He rests on the top of her chest, and her hands touch his hair. Progressing on what just happened." Jane smiles and makes a little joke. "I think we're warmed up now."

11 February 2026

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I met a spunky bloke online and although this may sound absurd in a very short space of time, much quicker than expected not only did he float my boat but because I felt heard and respected it felt safe to honour my innate sexual core and release my sacred whore, so I wrote:  I love it when my juices flow like a river of melted snow. Melted snow now that’s a first the bloke replied. Do you think your snow will quench my thirst? Of course! I replied My sweet juices start flowing sometimes without me even knowing. You see quite suddenly I am filled with desire because it is ever so easy to light my fire and I do not need to be seduced with romance but simply before you let me naked dance. For I love the look of lust in your eyes so for me the juicy flow it no surprise.  Also, my melted snow gushes freely if I provocatively squat just above your big cock. Then like the pendulum on a clock as your proud penis sails back and forth through my silken veils for sure there will be a water shed all over you and all over the bed. Also, I love to slippery slide my cunt over the curves of your smooth back side. Yet another waterfall you need to know can also happen over your big toe! And of course, I feel no disgrace squirting my vulva juice all over your face. Actually, it's also true, my need for oral gratification never seems to reach saturation so pretty, pretty, pretty please will it be alright to suck your cock all through the night? Well a message flew back faster than lightning Yes, please Yes! Suck my cock throughout the night let it slide deep down your throat and when the time is finally right, I will release my spunk with all my might but then I beg please will you share my cum with me because there is nothing as tasty as a cum kiss. It's total bliss. I sent my reply post haste 'Oh, I promise when my mouth I later share the taste of your juices will still be there but before seeking my tongue first may I suck on your spent cock? In a flash his message came back. By all means that sounds sublime please take your time but remember when your sucking is all done, I would love to taste my cum on your tongue. So I hastened to reassure him. Yes, I agree sharing a yummy cum kiss is divine heavenly bliss but so too is to lovingly caress your balls whilst sucking on your spent cock. I feel so content I purr like a pussy cat that's licked the cream. Honestly nothing is more relaxing than that. His message winged its way straight away Now my Sacred Whore let me fantasize drinking your vulva sauce while sitting stark naked on the floor. But I need to have my head laid back so do you have cushions to place under my head? Or perhaps maybe use the sofa instead? And I hope you agree it is no disgrace to have you straddled above my face. What bliss to drown in the juicy rivers that your cunt delivers. My fingers quickly typed back my reply Yes! Yes! Lover make me quiver. Make me shake, weep and shiver and for sure a waterfall of juices sweet will be your special scrumptious feast. Honestly, I can’t wait to enjoy the debauchery fun with you and your hungry tongue. Then when I roll you onto your tum and straddle you like riding a horse (With my twat over your butt of course) I reckon my fanny juices will run, flowing all over your bum.  Then stretching forward again I will nibble your ear and bite your neck sending electric tickles way down to your throbbing peck. And I bet when I ruffle your hair your groans of pure delight will echo around my lair. Of course! it will be especially divine when my tongue trails up down your spine. Next, I will use warm coconut oil to massage your back and later you will feel the gentle tickle of warm oil as it falls between your butt cheeks and down over your balls but first, I will linger longer massaging your sexy bum because my hands love to dance everywhere, especially there on your derriere. He reply was almost instant I am in a euphoric bliss. Can it get better than this? I can’t believe you are for real. I already imagine how amazing it will feel. Truly I am in Heaven or somewhere in space so please don’t wake me from my dream like place. Honestly my imagination has gone amok. This Cyber fantasy is almost better than a fuck. Please! Please! Please! Lickity lick! Lickity lick my balls Quickity! Quickity! Quickity! Quick? And I hope you will mount me again and ride me like a cowgirl chasing a train because I hunger to feel your warm juices making puddles in the small of my back and squirting down my crack.  I hastened to reassure the bloke Of course I will ride you like a horse. However, I warn there will be a lull before the storm, and suddenly, I will keep very still and you may wonder if I have reached my fill. But let me assure you No that is not true. It's because it will feel so damned good being stretched out along your back that I will need plenty of time to savour the moment and breath you in. Then while you are in a different zone, I will softly nibble on each ear lobe before whispering 'Now sexy man your cock needs my attention' and I bet you will roll over quicker than quick. And do doubt you will soon be in a full-on trance when around your glistening dick my oily hands dance. Up! Up! your shaft my fingers will glide. Down up down up slippery sliding. Then my dancing fingers will slow down to a walk as delicately and with reverence I will trace each vein on your stalk. But then I will catch you totally by surprise when I stop and gently kiss your eyes. And perhaps you may hear murmuring sighs when I snuggle my face in the valley between your thighs but before I drink my fill I will pause a split second to enhance the thrill. Then with my mouth opened wide I will take your throbbing cock deep inside. My guess is you will name me Deep Throat and wish you could hit 'pause' on the remote. ***Stop press After enjoying messaging on AMM we meet and enjoyed re-enacting our Melted snow fantasy. Afterwards the bloke wrote this following text message: It certainly does it for me I love the show Love to watch the juices flow Onto my cock, onto my toe Fuck, even down to my knee. Exhibitionist you may be but God that appeals to me If we decide on another little show perhaps we can unleash the basest ho with fruit, bottle and dildo Purity of lust unspoiled by emotion or conversation embroiled With all those gates and constraints Suppressed, bypassed, jailed so, the shameless debauchery can romp unleashed in all its raw purity

15 January 2026

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I met this bloke online, but he didn't float my boat. So, I declined his offer to be a convenient poke. Then he sends me a message online 'I suggest a bland dating site would suit you fine.' After all this is a sex site.' Well, I got this bee in my bonnet to set him right. 'Truly your assumption makes me feel vexed What makes you think I don't want sex? If the bloke is local and there is mutual attraction. Then I am up for enjoying debauchery action. But not every Tom Dick or Harry gets invited to share my snatch. Because although I am not seeking the perfect match. Discernment is very high on my list And also, I insist There also needs to be respect, rapport, and trust As that adds spice to the lust. That is why I claim to exercise my right to choose. Unfortunately, when I say 'No thanks' many men like you blow a fuse. But when they spit the dummy, I care diddly squat The fact remains I don't willy nilly share my twat. I am not the town bike or the convenient lay Because at the end of the day. Mindless sex I don't condone I would rather dance alone In fact, why miss the chance. To do a solitary no pants dance? Because doing the what cums naturally Keeps the fire in my belly And dancing my best moves I am soon in the groove. Especially if I wear the highest heels. You can't imagine how it feels. And sometimes I do a strip tease. Or imagine sucking cock on bended knees. Because when I salute my inner slut and strut my stuff. It sends tingles to my amazing muff Thankfully hitten the kitten does not have a use by date. So that means I can merrily masturbate. Until it's time to enter the pearly gate And although I am rolling closer and closer to heaven's door. I will always honour my sexual core. Meanwhile I salute my wild woman who owns her inner slut. And in her stilettos loves to strut But if you think I am up for a mindless fuck. You are definitely out of luck.

12 January 2026

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I tried hard not to let the old woman in But she arrived anyway with a sheepish grin. I tried to bribe her with a bottle of Gin. Go away But the old woman is determined to stay So thanks to her I may not hear The sweet nothings you whisper in my ear. Because I am as deaf as a post. Though I guess I can boast My legs are still long. But don’t get me wrong. My jelly belly looks like a baggy balloon  And sometimes I howl at the moon. Life’s not fair! But I dread crumbling with despair. Thankfully I hear the ocean calling me to Seize the day! So, I am out the door and on my way. Peddling my E Bike I zoom along Because I am not yet ready for that final gong.  But keep falling into the dreaded rabbit hole. So pardon me while I curse. Because old age has taken hold And I feel ever so terse. She has confined me to barracks for months now not just weeks. I soldier on and on pretending life without sex is fine. But honestly my old bones creak   And Sir thanks for the kind offer of your services but regrettably I decline. Because sex is neither the elixir nor the antidote. And yes Sir your empathy and compassion will get my vote. But No Sir I know what you are thinking. Sadly willing bodies entwined will not distract me from my pain. And if anyone suggests I settle down with a nice retired old man This crazy old Dame Will kick up her heels and do the Can! Can!* Well as best I Can! Can!*  Let’s face facts  I am full up to dollies wax  With sexist ageist BS! What would you do if you were me? I asked my Mentor G.P.S. (Otherwise known as Goddess Pussy in the sky.) Julie doomsday is not yet nigh. I have stored a dossier about your life in the clouds above. And today I gift you your own hard copy with my love. Also, I encourage you to celebrate your old age. By performing a bawdy poem on the Nimbin stage. For inspiration open your dossier at the chapter titled Julie’s debauchery fun Next, to an audience of one But preferably to a crowd Read the chapter out loud Then Goddess pussy disappeared into a fluffy cloud. Julie’s debauchery fun Chapter one Julie at the top of the list is the bliss of your first kiss. Next is the fun loving girl who loves to dance and twirl. Or when you are feeling peeved A trick to keep up your sleeve Is to provocatively undress. Re-enacting the thrill of being a saucy seductress. Then with audacious flair Teasingly caress your bare derriere Or simply wave your arms in the air Dancing naked on a chair. Then bring to mind indulging in a good licking. When your inner slut was alive and kicking. And Julie can you recall making love in cyber space Wearing your black gown of feathers and lace? The fact is you never let a chance go by To enjoy the no pants dance Because doing the what comes naturally Has kept the fire in your belly And I wager Julie you have fond memories of impersonating Madame Lash. Remember Julie? You wore your Mona Lisa smile  Wielding your whip With finesse and style.  Do that! Harder! Harder! Do that Faster! Faster! No! No! That's not what I meant. Fuck me hard young bard and don't stop until you are spent.' On the flip side being a brazen whore Thrilled you to the core. OH Yes Master! Yes Master  J' adore I am yours to obey. I will do your bidding both night and day So, take me on all fours I am a Wanton Whore And Master I am yours And Julie although you brag  Enjoying a raunchy shag  In a hot tub  Here’s the rub In the mile high club I bet you regret You haven't bonked yet But better by far Than that quickie in the car Was getting laid. Again! Again! and Again! and Again! On the Fuckity! Fickity! Fuckity! Fickity! train Clickity! Clack! Clickity! Clack! Clickity! Clickity! Clickity! Clack! And Julie by the way  I smile when I hear you say Thank God Hitten the kitten  Does not have a use by date That means I can always merrily masturbate Until it’s time to enter the pearly gates  Now Julie that’s what I call  Gratitude with attitude Now with that said and done I trust this record of your debauchery fun Encourages you to turn the next page  And inspires you to perform a bawdy poem on the Nimbin stage. Julie, I have had a ball recalling your glorious raunchy nights. The afternoon delights. The skyrockets in flight. Remember though Julie The future is not ours to see What will be will be Lastly Julie please share this Mantra with your audience today. Blessings to the old woman who came to stay To teach me not to watch the bridges as they burn. Blessings for all the lessons I still need to learn To make this next leg of my journey the best yet. Blessings to the Universe for aiding me in my quest. To accept everything happens for me. Not to me Blessings to the powerful force of my destiny That carries me forth with love and peace in my heart. Heralding each moment as a brand-new start. Blessings for the awareness that my challenges will not bring about my demise. They are gifts in disguise And if I do slip back into despair I will not offer it a chair Instead, I will politely tell it to Nick off! And hold the lamp light of my soul aloft. Because it cannot be bought or sold   Rather my soul shines brightly. Like a beacon of gold. Reminding me what really matters in the end. Is to fearlessly negotiate each twist and bend (Evolving to changing circumstance. By celebrating life as a beautiful dance), All I am saying is give peace a chance. Why walk when you can dance? Dance me to the end of time

8 January 2026

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This is your fantasy ;) but based on true stories. You are sitting there, naked. The way this situation came about is irrelevant now, your mind is focused on the present, and in gleeful anticipation of what comes next. You had heard the stories, but was not convinced they were true, and was pretty sure it was just arrogant boasting. You have met the type many times before. There was the possibility, though, that the next hour could be quite an experience. From behind you the words “just relax” are whispered, in a tone that is as gentle and sudden as the soft caress of the finger tips stroking up your back. The light touch almost feels tingly as it reaches your shoulders. You suppress the urge to twitch, and are relieved that the sensation has changed both direction and pressure. With more skin contact you feel a warmth flow into you and down your entire body, as palms and fingers meander down your back. Sometimes closer to your spine, sometimes closer to your sides. It almost tickles, but the warm feeling that floats down your body at the same time, relaxes and tames any reaction. As the process is repeated, the up strokes feel more electric, but tempered by the growing feeling of comfort, turning them into waves of sensation. At one time you feel my finger tips continue their journey, and trace up the back of your neck and into your hair. Your whole body internally shivers from the touch, goosebumps flowing from your head to your extremities. You appreciate that your hair is up, as the caress brushes over your ear lobes, and snakes back down the sides and back of your exposed neck. Warmth continues to build from the downstrokes, seeming to accumulate in your belly and your groin. You start rocking your hips. You can’t help it, slowly at first, but you hunger to go faster. You are sitting, with legs opened wide, leaning slightly forward, hands on knees and head down. Sometimes you feel fingers reach around, gently tracing below your breasts, avoiding, for now, your nipples that have become firm from the combination of arousal and goose bumps. Other times you feel a hand resting over your belly, seeming to concentrate the feeling of warmth and comfort you are feeling. Just as you begin to get accustomed to the waves of sensation, my fingers trace down the front of your shoulders and along your arms. The movement brings my face closer to your back and you feel the brush of breath as my hands continue down to interlace with yours. Your body floods with excitement as I begin kissing the top of your back, and the back of your next. Your hips rock faster, you can’t stand the tension. Part of you wants this to last as long as possible, the teasing waves of exhilaration and calm. Part of you wants my hands to be more adventurous, finding it hard to resist the temptation to just grab and move them yourself. By now, reaching around encompasses your entire breasts, fingertips tracing around nipples of impossible firmness. You can feel, literally, how exited I am, at how turned on you are, and that turns you on even more. I ask you to lean back. Finally, you think, as you push your body into mine. But you find the tension rise even further as I stoke along the insides of your thighs and gently massage around the side of your swelling vulva. The tip of your clitoris is at attention, reaching out, begging for contact. You feel a solitary finger, gently, barely touching, trace up your lower lips, and tease the tip of your once private parts. This is repeated again and again, each time with a little more contact and a little more pressure, and a little more time teasing the tip. Juices are already flowing out of you. By now making my fingers wet and slippery, so as they move back and forth, up and down, and all around your engorged parts, there is only smooth comfortable sensation. Cradled by my left arm, leaning back, you feel a familiar pressure growing. You’re almost disappointed that you will climax soon, before I have even penetrated you. But then you come to your senses, or maybe you succumb to your senses, and just enjoy it for what it is. Your back arches as my finger moves rapidly back and forth over your clitoris. The wave of sensation builds by the second. The touch is gentle enough to tease, and rapid enough to maintain the sensation needed to build to a climax. It is almost unbearable as you finally let go and the wave crashes over you, pulses of sensation causing your body to shake. My hand rests on your engorged, wet and quivering pussy. You are grateful that it has stopped moving for now, but the contact reminds you that the night is yet young, and there are more pleasant surprises to come…

8 January 2026

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Whilst I can’t claim to be envious of a man's penis Who every designed it was a genius And it sure gets my attention So let me hasten to add a bloke's erection Both bold and proud Is truly a masterpiece to behold This amazing work of art is also referred to as: A Horn, a Boner, the Beef Bayonet, Percy, Roger Snake in the trousers the Night Crawler Love Muscle and a Hard On. It’s said that this randy quirk of nature started with Adam in the Garden of Eden, And the fact is that evolution deems We inherited Adam's DNA in our horny genes. So, next time you have an urge to play with your: Pork Sword, Beef Bayonet or Major Nelson. Remember you are honouring your basic instinct to slay the Dragon. And as you no doubt already know Scuffing the Ferret is healthy for you. So, to enhance your jerking off fun This is what I suggest you do  Step one... If your imagination needs a boost. Some porn will no doubt help you cut loose. But wait! before you give your Snake a much-needed squeeze If you really! Really! care. I implore pretty please, be fair, Let your Roger loose to do as he pleases  Swinging free in the breeze To strut like a Proud Peacock displaying his glorious glistening crown. Because the healing qualities of fresh air is a fact that’s well renown. Next wrap Mrs. Palmer and her Five Daughters around your Shaft. No! Not like that! Are you daft? Gently and with reverence works best, And use warm coconut oil, because it has passed the test. Not only is it edible, but it is also soft, and smooth like silk, And before long you will be squirting your delicious milk. So, have a towel or two nearby. Cause one never knows where the cum may fly. (Such a pity, and a waste, That I am not available for the taste) I kid you not feasting on the ‘Nectar of the Gods’ is second to none. It almost brings me undone. Cause I have an addiction I need to feed, And confess it’s been diagnosed as ‘Cock sucking greed.’ So, this incorrigible, but wise crone Is hoping my affliction you will condone) But sorry I side tracked so I beg your pardon. Now back to you and your Hard On, I suggest you take your time, and let the full glory of your magnificent Beast, Make you feel sublime giving you an erotic visual feast And because you are taking matters in hand. You will soon feel mighty grand. And even better if you plant your seed  While honouring your Primal need Because when willing bodies entwine It's better than a glass of Ruby red wine But remember when playing Hunt the salami with a lover Don't hide under the covers But, if you are in a public place when you’re Boning up, and want to Scruff the Ferret Sadly, decorum requires you to grin and bear it. Because an erection in public place is definitely out of the question. Instead, may I suggest, you try distraction. Or you may just need to remain astute and simply wait Because with the fullness of time your Full Salute will eventually abate. But if your Fat is still reeving up a gear, And although it may sound queer Hydrotherapy is a quick fix for a raging horn. But the water must not be too hot or too cold. Rather lukewarm is best I have been told. Then in less than a jiffy that should quell the beast. Or, at the very least. It will tame your Stiffy for a while. However, it’s best not to be too complacent or go into denial. But, if the water therapy trick Fails to quieten your Prancing Prowling Prick You could try jogging up and down on the spot and see if that works. Nevertheless, that option is mostly for the galahs, wowsers and total berks. Because if you don’t honour, and pay homage to your ‘Erectcum Life would become rather mediocre, and humdrum. So, if you are out and about when your libido is high  I suggest you don't let a chance go by  But jump behind a bush away from the public eye. Then right there under the heavenly sky Simply salute your primal urge Let loose and splurge! Julie 2026

7 January 2026

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It was just a perfect day, not too hot, no wind, just perfect. I had just finished in the garden and sat under one of our fruit trees to admire my handy work when my partner shouted, ”fancy a cuppa” “Great” I shouted back, it was like she read my mind. We had been together a while and had become very comfortable with each other, predictable and happy, I gave myself a little smile and went back to looking at my garden. She returned with a tray, cups and a pot of tea and a few biscuits. I'm a lucky man, echoed in my head. Then I noticed, she was wearing her ‘at the Beach’ robe, strange, “Nice, we going to the Beach?” “No, it just makes it easier” “Makes what easier?” I took a sip of my tea. “Getting naked” And at that she opened her robe to reveal her naked body, there right in front of me. Dropping the light floral coloured Cotton robe to the ground it fell and landed like a feather. “What the fuck I said” my head on a swivel. “Don’t worry, no one can see, and if they can, let them.” She was a good looking woman, no, a great looking woman, curved, soft, plump in all the right places ,how did I forget that, how could I forget that, fuck me I thought. It was like she read my mind. Before I knew it she was on her knees, her seat cushion for comfort and she had my shorts off and cock in mouth before I could say a word - and I didn’t want to speak, not now. She worked my dick from head to balls deeper and deeper into her mouth looking up at me with her eyes with her blue grey eyes deep into my soul. Her mouth continued to work my dick, up and down, occasionally she would lightly bite my shaft, I could feel my self building to cum, but I wanted this to go on, not to stop, but I couldn’t hold it and as I tried to say I’m coming she sensed it and pushed herself on to me as I exploded in her mouth, I felt her swallow and relax. As she released me and stood she was beckoning me to the cushion and onto my knees, then she sat where I had been, she released the hair tie and let her long blonde hair fall over her breasts, her nipples peering through her long curls. Then she spread open her legs and with a wry grin said “Now, you’re turn, I want my cunt eaten likes its your Friday night Pizza, all the sauce all the sweet sweet juices are yours lover boy, lap it up , I want tongue, nose fingers and fist deep in me so I'm screaming when I finish and the neighbours can wonder what the fuck is going on, let them.” I did as ordered, what a perfect day, but it wasn’t over yet - she stood then she bent forward, my face at eye level to her dripping pink cunt, flushed now from all my endeavours and whispered in my ear - “We were getting too predictable, we are good together, but we must never loose the spark” - it was like she read my mind. She told me to stay on the my knees as she stood. Her legs now spread a little more, and her hands gently pulling her cunt lips open ,as she pushed her hips towards me, her lady bits now so close I could smell her sweetness, as she said. “Now I’m going to piss on you.” It was like she read my mind.

6 January 2026

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Bill had not expected to be at her flat this quickly. He had only sent her the message on AMM this afternoon and already he was raising his hand to knock on her door. "This has to be a scam", he thought to himself on the drive over. But, for some reason, he didn't listen to his brain. Her messages were light, fun...and her photo. She only showed half her face but he could tell she was beautiful. So, he knocked. "Hang on", a shrill but sweet voice called from somewhere inside. Then footsteps, some fumbling and, the door opened. "Oh wow", Bill thought to himself. "Hi, Maia?" He said, his sense of relief at seeing the beautiful woman open the door was beaming across his face. "Hey Bill, come on in", she smiled back. Once inside, she led him into the lounge room. He handed her the bottle of wine he'd brought. "I don't drink, but feel free to have this now or keep it for later" he said. "Oh, thanks" she said, quickly putting the bottle aside. "Now, come and sit next to me on the lounge." He obeyed. She laughed as she put a hand on his knee. "So, what was all that talk about wandering hands, eh?" She looked directly into his eyes and leaned forward, her lips meeting his. Bill was almost taken aback, he wasn't expecting Maia to be this forward but he loved it. He leaned into the kiss, his hand grabbing the back of her head and holding their faces together. They both hummed and moaned as their tongues intertwined. His hand moved down her neck, her back and to her waist. They continued to devour each other as Bill leaned forward, forcing Maia to lean back, falling onto the couch. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. She was smiling, panting, hungry for more. Bill put a hand on her shoulder as he leaned in to kiss her again. This time his other hand went to her hips and then snaked it's way under the hem of her blouse, his palm gently stroking her soft belly. He moved upward to her bra, just grazing the fabric before looking her in the eye again and groping her breast. She grunted approval and opened her legs, her hand on his arse, pulling his groin into hers. She bucked a little, trying to rub herself against him. "Oh, do you want to grind a little, do you?" He asked her. "Uh huh" she whimpered. "Well, I'm always happy to oblige, but perhaps it might work better just in our undies, what do you think?" Maia bit her lip and appeared to consider it for a moment. "Sure" she said, and as soon as he stood up, she wriggled out of her skirt, undid her blouse and lay back down. Bill got down to his underwear also. His hardness was bulging out at her and she stared for a moment. He looked at her greedily and said "How about I let you grind against my face?" Maia nodded enthusiastically as Bill kneeled between her legs. He slowly peeled her panties down and kissed her inner thighs before parting her labia, then gently touching the tip of his tongue into her dripping entrance. She tasted sweet. He would enjoy this very much. Maia watched Bill leaning into her groin. It embarrassed her a little when he met her gaze but his tongue felt so good. She rubbed herself on him. He slid a finger inside her, pressing lightly on her perineum. Her groan were getting louder as her juices flowed more. Bill's cock was straining in his underpants but he wanted her to come. He pressed his face further into her crotch, his tongue flat against her clit now. The tip of his finger slid into her butthole. Maia jumped, then put a hand on the back of his head and held him steady as she grinded against him. It was almost primal and soon the rush of energy flowed from her dripping cunt, to her chest and all the way to her face. A whimpering cry escaped her lips. Bill leaned back, happy that he'd achieved the first goal. But now, he wanted his release. Maia was still basking in her glow, as Bill stood up, pushed her legs up against her chest, and released his cock. Running it's head and shaft along her dripping slit, he kept his eyes on hers. His glans was now at her opening. Bill looked at her for approval. But instead, Maia dropped her hips and took his manhood inside her. That was all the permission he needed. Taking it out again, Bill began to thrust in and out of Maia's pussy slowly, completely withdrawing each time. The sensation was intense for them both. Then, noticing that Maia still had her bra on, he pulled one of the cups down, releasing her breast and exposing her perfect nipple. He began to thrust faster. Her pussy was tight and gripped him with each penetration. Bill's hand dropped to her clit, pushing it down to maximise the rubbing as he fucked her. Faster now. Maia moaned as their flesh pounded. She moved her hand to her clit now, intent on extracting another orgasm. He thrust hard into her and soon she was shuddering again. Bill was close though too and, with Maia still tingling, he withdrew, just as his cock spasmed, streaming hot fluid over her hand, belly and pussy. That night, they enjoyed a few episodes of tv together. Maia asked Bill to stay the night and later, they experimented with more of her fantasies.

4 January 2026

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I start to get ready for our meet up at the hotel that you have chosen to stay at, you requested that I wear the sexy dress dress and heels that I sent in a pic and butt plug in my ass, I also shaved my pussy so that I’m nice and smooth. I have all my toys in a discrete bag and lingerie that I’ll be using will I stay with you. I arrive at check in for the hotel and the receptionist has told me that everything is paid for and he/she has given me one of the card keys to get into the room, I go up and get everything ready for when you arrive. I hear the door open and you walk in, I greet you and you give me a kiss on the cheek, you give me a bag of the toys that you bought with you and for me to lay out while you went and freshen up. Once your nice and good we both go down to the bar and have a drink together, and talk about anything and everything, after a while you get up and hold your hand out to me, I accept and we go back up to the room, you even sneak a kiss on my neck, and also feel my ass to see if I have underwear on (you requested that I not wear any), as you were doing that you felt the butt plug that was in my ass and growled. We get back to the room and you pin me against the wall and lift my dress up and see my pussy is nice and shaved, you start to kiss me passionately and you spread my legs apart and start to play, you then tell me to get on my knees and to pull out your cock, I obey, your pants fall to the ground and you step out of them, your cock is standing to attention and you tell me to start sucking it. You grab the back of my head and you thrust your cock in my mouth, back and forth, I gag, you then shoot all that cum to the back of my throat and you tell me to swallow, I get up off my knees and walk over to the bed, by that time your naked, you lay on the bed with some pillows behind you and you tell me to stip siductivly, I comply, I turn around so that you can see my perfect ass, I slowly bring my dress up my body, and over my head, I turn back around and tack my shoes off, and then I unclasp my bra very slowly, with a mischievous smile, and then drop on the floor with the rest of my clothes. I’m then standing in front of you totally naked, and your cock is erect once again, you be on me to suductivly crawl over the top of you till I reach your lips we kiss again and I feel your cock on my pussy, you guide your cock into my pussy and we fuck. You then roll me over and fuck me in missionary, pounding my pussy and I’m moaning, and telling you how dirty it is, which drives you on, I feel like I’m about to cum, i ask if I can, you say yes and I do cum, once you feel my cum over your cock, you blow your load in my pussy, and then slump on to the bed exusted, we kiss again, we do this a few times over night with all the toys that we both have. By the next morning, I wake up with my head on your shoulder and hand on your chest, I slowly move my hand down to your cock and I start to stroke and I can feel it getting hard, I hop on and start to move up and down, by that time you have woken up and your hands are on my hips helping, you eventually cum again in my pussy. I go and freshen up in the shower 🚿 and after 5mins you join me and we have sex in the shower, I pee on your cock and you piss in my pussy, I then get out and get dressed and then leave and say thank you for the wonderful night and hope to do it agin.

2 January 2026

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During the last few months of being on AMM… I have met some wonderful, amazing people. Some are now good friends and are a part of my life. I think it’s important to know what you want in life and get it because if you don’t, you may miss out on the best part of your life, and trust me, we all don’t want that. So this is a true story of how I have come about finding genuine connection and a happy relationship with people. For me, it all started on a journey to get my satisfaction of sex in my life as most of it was very vanilla. I have always known that I’ve had a kink side to me. It’s only now that I find myself free of all the complications and pain that I have come to know myself better and let’s face it, sex is a big part of what I have really understood about myself. I know what I want and need. I can talk the talk and be genuine to a certain extent, but sex for me is my talking point and this is what I want share. It has taken a while to find a true connection with someone without falling in love and just enjoying the company of someone or people that you want to be with. It is hard enough in life as it is, but I’ve been lucky. I love the immanency of being close to a person who gets me and most importantly respects me. I’ve had a few partners from here that I have had, and I have to be honest here, they never really gave me the satisfaction that I crave, until the day I met him. He is a lot younger than me and I would never really go that far down in age, but there was something about him that captivated me. I loved his mind, the outlook he has in life and how he carries himself. I find most men can’t do that but he does and very well I might add. It has taken quite a few attempts to finding a person to get me in the mood, and he does that well too. We have to have the banter, the opens conversation about everything and anything and boy do we have that. He is good at being calm and relaxed about women, treats them like gold and that to me is a hard find. We have great sex and feel comfortable with each other, again that’s a hard find. I know everything will and does run it’s course, I’m enjoying the moment and the great thing about having a FWB is we have no expectations of each other, we check in from time to time and see how each other is but nothing more. I like knowing that we have an opened communication and nothing is never off limits. I think we deserve to find that little bit of happiness when life is not how we plan it. I like knowing that we don’t hold each other accountable but still have that respect towards each other because to me that’s what connection is about, finding a person who gets you and rides life with you for however long we have at that point in time. It’s always good to find the right person or people and be in the right mood to achieve the best possible outcome. I love the freedom, sex and quality in having a FWB. If you haven’t found your boo, mood, person, people or whatever you’re looking for, I hope you find it soon. It’s the best feeling ever.

1 January 2026

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I want to share a story as an idea rather than a claim, something that came about unexpectedly and unfolded over time. Some years ago, I was having lunch at my local sports club when two young women asked if they could join me at my table. I agreed, and we began talking casually — about work, hobbies like fishing and camping, and everyday life. They were both studying nursing and were about to begin their second year. The conversation was relaxed and respectful. One of them asked a few personal questions — my age, whether I was retired, whether I was married, and if I drove. Before leaving, she asked if she could have my number, explaining that her family lived far away and it would be nice to have someone older and grounded she could talk to if she ever needed advice. I agreed. A few weeks later she contacted me and asked if I would be at the club on a particular day. When we met again, she mentioned a small maintenance issue in her flat that her landlord had been slow to address and asked if I would mind having a look. I agreed and followed her there. It turned out to be a simple fix. While we were talking afterward, the conversation became more personal. She spoke openly about how difficult it was, as a young woman, to find male companionship that felt safe and uncomplicated. She said she felt comfortable with me and valued my calm nature. She asked, very directly but respectfully, whether I would consider being a discreet companion — someone she could spend time with when she felt lonely. I was surprised by the honesty of the request, especially at my age, but she was clear that comfort, trust, and discretion mattered more to her than anything else. We agreed to take things slowly and see how it felt. Over time, a quiet, private arrangement developed — one based on mutual respect, consistency, and care. There was no drama, no pressure, and no confusion about boundaries. Later on, she introduced me to a close friend who was also part of her world. After open discussion and clear agreement between everyone involved, the arrangement expanded in a way that remained respectful and discreet. There was never secrecy between them, and nothing was done lightly. This continued for several years while they completed their studies. When the time came for them to move on professionally, we sat down together and spoke honestly about bringing that chapter to a close. They reflected that during that time they had lived full lives, stayed focused on their goals, and avoided the chaos that often surrounds casual relationships. To most people, I was simply seen as an older, grandfatherly figure in the background. For me, it was a reminder that connection can sometimes come from unexpected places, and that trust, calmness, and respect can matter far more than age or assumptions.

28 December 2025

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8 years ago I was playing golf, solo. I was on the 7th green and a guy playing behind me asked to play through or play together. We played a few holes together. At the 10th green was a toilet he used. After coming out he said shame there are no girls here I can do with a blowjob. I think he knew I was bi. I said cheekily do they have to be girls, straight away he said no, then followed up with would you? I said hell yeah. We went into the stall, he said sit down. With him standing there in front he undid his pants and dropped them down. He already had a boner. I slid his boxers down and he's shlong flung out and almost hit my face. He rubbed his dick over my face as I played with his balls. Then with my mouth open he started tapping his cock on my tongue. Then I took over and started licking all over his shaft and sucking his balls. Once I put his cock in my mouth that's when I felt just how big it was. With slow sucks I enjoyed his throbbing cock for 10 minutes. Then he wanted to sit down on the toilet, I got to my knee's and kept going, and going for 20 minutes. He then said get up, I did and he turned me around and pushed me against the door and slid my pants down. I said hold on I'm a virgin in there. He said I'll only put the tip in. He slid his big dick along my tiny butt cleavage every now and then touching his head against my opening. After a bit he pushed his head in me, it hurt but it was hot and so was his dick. He tried to push a little more in but it was too big and I am too little. After a few pokes in and out he pushed hard, I think his dick bent from the pressure because it shot right up inside of me, I got it out it was too big. I said just finish in my mouth, I got on my knee's and started to give him a headjob again and after a bit he grabbed my head and started fucking my face and pushing it hard, I relaxed and let it down my throat, I could feel his head in my throat. He said I'm cumming and blew in my mouth. He said did you like that? I said I did. We exchanged numbers and I gave him head once a month for 5years, I didn't dare take it in the ass again it was too big but we worked on me losing my gag reflex and deep throat skills, always giving him head in 6 positions. He'd leave it alone for a week so he's dick would be throbbing and twitching at the slightest touch and hanging to blow. He'd text arrange a day meet for an hour long session of me edging him. Starting by dry humping my little butt cleavage, then sensual hot breath and tongue teasing, tip to throat long strokes to face fucking, usually with me finishing him on my face or letting it oozing it back out all over his finished fat. Until he moved to Melbourne for work.

25 December 2025

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A while back my girl and I began a new direction in our relationship... she basically takes it from who she wants when she wants lol! Last evening (Christmas Eve), I returned home from business meetings. Yes, I had missed dinner and it was almost Christmas... but it seemed justifiable considering the business outcome that evening achieved. All parties want the business closed before the Christmas break. I drove the car into the garage excited to share the great news, I exited and walked in the house, as I did, I could hear noises coming from upstairs. I assumed her "boy toy" was visiting giving his Christmas present to her. I made myself a drink, then walked up stairs to change and take a look. Yes, I enjoyed seeing them sometimes. Why not on Christmas eve masturbate outside the door while watching. As I reached the top of the stairs and turned, I noticed the noises coming from another bedroom. I listed and walked toward the open door. There I saw my girl, legs up, moaning, with someone on top of her I did not expect. It was her son (not mine), going hard on her. He is 24, good looking, well hung (I had noticed when he was wearing sports shorts at times). I was shocked at what I was seeing. I walked back down stairs and finished my drink. They took another 20 odd minutes to finish. After about 30 mins, she noticed I was home with the noises downstairs and came to see me. As she approached, I asked "What was that about? What do you think you are doing?". She said to me "You were not here, Jaimison could not come over, and I was in need!" As she stood there about to pour a drink, her night gown open exposing her breasts and body. I looked and noticed there was cum dripping down her leg and out her pussy, dripping on the floor. I said "You let him cum inside you!". She smiled and laughed...then said "why not! Relax, you've been fucking me before with his cum in me!" I stood there not sure what to say. As I did, she came over and rubbed my and squeezed my crutch. She said "Your not hard!?" I said to her "I don't think what you are doing is a good idea. It needs to stop". She laughed and told me to calm down. With that she unzipped my suit pants, pulled out my cock and started sucking my cock. Always the best BJ I had experienced, I never refused. She pushed me backward onto the sofa, continuing to suck my cock. As I lay there enjoying her sucking, she stood up, opened he night gown and straddled me on the sofa. Still dripping a little, she sat down on my cock and started moving up and down. She was very wet, but also very loose. As she went up and down, she said "He is so much bigger than you. Fuck me with your little cock! Cum!" It was humiliating but felt so good I was enjoying it so much. It didn't take long this time, I moaned loud and cum inside her. She lowered and remained on top. Leaning down and kissing me on the lips. After we had finished, I made drinks for us both. We stood talking about the day. As we did, her son came down stairs. It was an uncomfortable conversation knowing what had happened. He talked to us like nothing had happened. He was unaware, I had seen them and now knew what had been happening with them for quite a while. I decided to let it go, enjoy Christmas day as a family as her daughter and husband were coming to stay over the holidays with us.

25 December 2025

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She fell forward off him, he was sure he heard a sucking noise as he left her , she slumped on the bed her back and arse glistening with sweat. He looked at his still firm cock, wet with her cunt juices and his cum , he could see it, but couldn’t feel it, what an incredible fuck this lady was. It was the Second last night of his cruise, we had a ball but not been balled, drunk too much , still life’s for living - no regrets. He was at the bar sipping a G&T In a long glass when she sidled up the bar sat in the stool next to him - he smiled, she smiled and she ordered G&T in a long glass - I said “Oh snap I love a good G&T” She was wearing a spectacular red dress I guess you’d call it mid length just above her knees and it was hemmed with a delicate white lace trim - she looked spectacular. I asked, hopefully, are you travelling with family friends - her lips ,full and red ,left the rim of the glass, her tongue slightly out licking the last little sip she said , “no no I’m travelling solo - and you?” She asked. “Solo” I said. Well here’s cheers she raised her glass - “to good times and memories,“ - I’ll drink to that I said and as I did she placed her hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze - In response I gently stroked the back of her hand with my fingers, cheekily drawing little circles. We both smiled and I suggested we move to one of the many booths the bar had - “great idea” she said as she leant in and I could smell her sweet perfume and feel the warmth off her skin. I think we were 5 mins in the booth before we found each others crotches - she rhythmically pressed and released my now hard cock in my pants, while I was two fingers in her moist folds slowly rubbing up and down, we did this in a hunched forward position - so the any bar patrons that glanced our way - we just looked deep in whispered conversation. Oh yes, and she would whisper in my ear as she gripped my dick - “Is my cunt nice and wet” “Do you like touching my cunt” “I love being fingered” “I love being fucked too” After 2 more drinks I suggested we head to my cabin so I could - I whispered - “eat you from arse hole to cunt hole and bury my face and tongue in you” She let go of my dick - “Let’s go” This is why I love cruising and red dresses. (ps) I finally felt my dick again two days later - “good times and memories”.

23 December 2025

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Every ache I give him comes with this truth: I am his. Middle of summer. Warmer than I expected. It was the kind of heat that reminded me of childhood—those beach days where the sun burnt the sweat off before it could linger, and the water always felt sharper, cooler, better. It was 3:30 a.m. when we arrived. We'd checked out of the hotel, loaded the car, and drove to our safe place. The beach where clothes didn't matter and freedom kissed your skin like sunlight. Nudity wasn't the thrill. Being seen wasn't the goal. It was just us, stripped of everything except each other. We set up the new beach hut. Or more accurately, he did, with sandbags and sweat and that focused way he gets when he wants things just right for us. The hut barely mattered. We sprawled out across it, sunburnt and grinning, pizza boxes tossed somewhere off to the side—cold leftovers or not, it didn't matter. The taste wasn't the memory. The memory was the way the night clung to my skin. The way the waves pulled at the edges of our space. The way he looked at me. We didn’t talk about it. We didn’t need to. There in the dunes, R got on top of me. Pressed his leg between mine until my knees gave, until I opened, until I offered myself like I always do—willingly, desperately. "Spread your legs," he said. And as the words left his mouth, he kissed me like a man starved. Like he was devouring something that belonged only to him. I get so wet when he takes control. When he owns the moment like that. There's nothing else—just us. Just our rhythm. Just the thunder inside my body that starts as a whisper and grows into something roaring, ancient, right. It wasn’t a game. It wasn’t play. It was raw. It was real. It was us. We didn't speak for a while after. There wasn’t anything left to say—not because there was nothing to feel, but because we’d already said everything. With breath. With rhythm. With every way two people can speak without words. His chest pressed into mine, grounding me in the sand. We didn’t care about the grains sticking to our skin or where they might end up. We just held on—tight—as if letting go might send us floating into the sky. He was still breathing hard, and his eyes never left mine. Not even for a second. I felt every part of him, and he was part of me. It sounds like a cliché—but I finally understood what it could feel like to be truly met. To be matched. Earlier that day, I’d taken a photo from my beach chair—just sand, heat, and the kind of stinging sun that blurs the line between pleasure and pain. The tide had been rolling out then, just as time had started to blur. Somehow, now, it wasn’t night anymore. The sun had risen. There were a few early walkers on the sand—maybe they’d caught a glimpse of us. Maybe not. It didn’t matter. We sat up eventually, just to take in the view. And the smell. The air was thick with us—the aroma of pleasure still hanging, salty and sharp, sweet and deep. I saw the look on R's face then—completely satisfied, completely himself. Like a lion after a feast. I’ll never forget it. And me? I’d changed. In that moment, I realised we’d both become completely uninhibited—not just in sex, but in trust. In surrender. In truth. He saw all of me. And I saw him. We just… worked. I was made exactly as I needed to be. Strong. Resilient. Utterly, joyfully obsessed with loving this man. And in the hush that followed, in the coolness after the heat, I wasn’t just satisfied. I was whole. —Own-Li Kitten, March 2025

22 December 2025

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