Ik appte Maya in ons privé APP dat het van avond tijd werd voor een kleine update voor een training tot mijn sub. Het was een tijdje geleden dat we gespeeld hadden en het was tijd voor wat nieuws of oude spelletjes te herhalen. Soms heeft Maya het nodig dat ze tot de orde wordt geroepen want ze heeft de neiging om af en toe genoegen te nemen met alleen maar neuken. Dan gaan we naar boven en 10 minuten later is ze twee keer klaar gekomen en valt ze bijna in slaap. Nu ben ik daar zelf ook bij en neem ik daar genoegen mee maar af en toe moet er meer pit in de seks komen. En vandaag gaan we dat weer eens toepassen. Maar daar tegen over staat dat ze zeker op zijn tijd een echte geile slet kan zijn en niets is haar dan te gek. Ze kleed zich graag naar mijn wensen om me te bekoren en op te geilen. Ze heeft twee heerlijke volle borsten zeg maar tieten en een mooie volle kont. Haar kut is heerlijk om te neuken en te beffen, nat, zacht en heerlijk warm. Ze heeft een gewillige mond die zich graag om mijn lul sluit en ze slikt alles. Ik noem haar ook vaak mijn geil pijp sletje. Maar ze kan ook super goed pijpen. Haar kont is super mooi. Heerlijk vol en bol met een heerlijke bilnaad met daar tussen een mooie ster. Ze is ook gevoelig in haar kont. Ik mag er soms heerlijk op meppen, de pijn met mijn aandacht wind haar wel op. En geil vindt ze het als ik haar lik door der bilnaad en af en toe een vinger in der ster duw. Graag kom ik klaar op haar kont als mijn slet der billen uit elkaar trekt. En als we beide geil zijn mag ik voorzichtig mijn eikel in der kont duwen om klaar te komen. Haar diep in der kont neuken is altijd een wens van me geweest. Maar de pijn schrikt haar nu nog af. Ik weet zeker dat ik haar diep mag neuken in der kont als dit niet zo was. Ik kreeg gelijk antwoord. Dat is goed Meester van avond ben ik je subje. Ze was al thuis en wist wat haar te doen stond ik zou tegen 19.00u thuis zijn. Dan had ze mooi de tijd om alles voor te bereiden. Ik parkeerde de auto op de oprit en ging ons huis binnen ik deed mijn jas uit in de garderobe en opende de deur voor de huiskamer. Maya stond in de woonkamer in het licht van een spotlight. Haar handen op haar hoofd en benen gespreid. Ze droeg een kort rokje, zo kort dat haarkousenband er geheel onder uitkwam. Ze had mooie zwarte kousen aan met een rode naad en band. Een paar heel hoge rode pumps en een zwarte doorschijnende blouse waaronder een BH die alleen haar borsten deden ondersteunen maar haar tepels bloot legden. Ze had haar collar om en daaraan waren de kettinkjes vastgemaakt die aan haar polsbandjes vastgeklikt waren. Ik liep naar haar toe en keurde haar. Ik stak twee vingers in haar mond waar ze gelijk op begon te zuigen. Onder tussen nam ik een voor een haar tieten in mijn hand en kneep er ruw in. Ik haalde mijn vinger uit haar mond en streek daar mee langs haar kut en bilnaad. Ik kneep flink in der billen en vroeg haar om mij te kussen als een geile slet. Ze omhelsde me en nam mij vol op de mond haar tong danste in mijn mond terwijl ze zich tegen mij aandrukte. Toen de zoen afgelopen was vroeg ze mij of ik wat wilde drinken en eten. Ik ging aan tafel en Maya serveerde een lichte maaltijd met wat rode wijn. Ze dronk alleen maar want ze had al wat gegeten. Ze bleef me wel bedienen en bukte regelmatig om mij alles te tonen. Na het eten vroeg ze of ik nog wensen had. Ik vertelde haar dat ik mij ging douchen of zij vast wat speeltje wilde klaar leggen voor de avond. Na het douchen deed ik een boxer aan met een leren harnas en ging terug naar de woonkamer. Maya had haar blouse uitgedaan en een tattoo sticker op haar rechter borst geplakt met het woord Slut. Deze naam moest ze vandaag maar weer eens waar maken. Ik keek eens wat ze klaar had gelegd en daar zaten een paar leuke speeltjes bij. Ik pakte maar meteen wat om voorzichtig mee te beginnen. Maar eerst zette ik Maya in de houding neer zoals ik haar wenste te gaan bespelen. Ik maakte haar kettinkjes los van haar collar. En ik liet haar zover mogelijk over de tafel buigen en maakte de kettinkjes aan de linker en rechterpoot van de tafel vast. Toen bond ik haar enkels vast aan de onder kant van de tafelpoten. Ze lag nu met de armen gespreid en haar benen ver uit elkaar. Ik pakte de massage olie en begon haar billen er mee in te smeren. Voorzichtig smeerde ik de olie uit over haar mooie kont en smeerde ook haar ster in Ik vermeed nog even haar kut in te smeren. Toen de olie goed was in gesmeerd smeerde ik de rest op mijn handen in. Toen haalde ik uit en gaf ik Maya een flinke mep op haar linker bil deze kleurde gelijk rood op. Ze schrok hiervan al wist ze wel dat dit er aan zat te komen. Ze ontspande zich en zei dank u wel Meester. Dit was het sein voor me om haar eens een flink pak billenkoek te gaan geven. Ik ging er goed voor staan en hief mijn hand hoog op voor de volgende mep. En de volgend, en de volgende. Ze kreunde luid en bij iedere mep zei ze dankbaar Dank u wel Meester. Toen ze zei please Meester wist ik dat de laatste slag was gegeven ze was voldaan. Haar grens was bereikt. Ik knielde achter haar neer en begon haar kont te zoenen en te likken. Haar billen gloeide heerlijk en ik kuste haar teder erop. Af en toe liet ik mijn tong door haar bilnaad glijden. Ik trok mijn boxer uit en liep naar de voorkant van de tafel. Maya der hoofd was op gelijke hoogte de tafelrand ik trok haar hoofd aan der haren omhoog. Ze opende gelijk haar mond waar ik mijn harde lul in stopte. Eerst mijn eikel die ze gelijk begon te likken en te zuigen. Dit is waar ze van hield en wat ze heel graag deed. Hard pijpen van mijn lul ze is er ook heel goed in. Ze opende haar ogen en keek mij aan. Ik wist wat ze wilde en duwde mijn lul verder haar mond in. Ze zoog nog harder op mijn lul en ik begon hem in en uit haar mond te duwen. Ondertussen speelde ik afwisselend met haar tieten en kneedde haar kont. Ze was echt goed bezig maar ik wilde nog niet komen in die geile pijpmond en daarom haalde ik mijn lul er uit. Ik pakte twee tepelklemmetjes verbonden met een kettinkje en plaatste deze op haar tepels. Aan het kettinkje hing ik twee gewichtjes die nu ruste op de tafel. Ik streelde haar haar en kuste haar teder op de mond, toen ging ik achter haar staan en stak mijn lul een klein stukje in de natte kut. Ik zoog op mijn duim om deze nat te maken en plaatste toen deze tegen der ster aan. Mijn ander hand zocht haar lange blonde haren om deze goed vast te grijpen. En toen in een keer duwde ik mijn lul geheel haar kut in en tegelijk verdween mijn duim in der kont. Hier op gooide Maya haar hoofd om hoog en trok ik haar aan der haren Maya los met de tieten van de tafel. De gewichtjes trokken nu aan Maya der tepels die helemaal werden uit gerekt. Ze schreeuwde luid. Aagh Meester neuk me neuk je slet. En dat was precies wat ik ging doen. Ik ramde mijn lul diep in der kut terwijl mijn duim het zelfde ritme had zodat het leek of ze dubbel geneukt werd. Der tepels werden helemaal uitgerekt maar ze kon de pijn aan haar tepels niet verminderen. Ik ga komen kreunde ze Meester spuit mijn kut vol laat mij komen. Ik ging een versnelling hoger en ramde nog harder mijn lul in der kut. En daar kwam ze. Ze begon te schudden en te kreunen ik voelde haar geil uit der kut lopen. En toen spoot ik mijn zaad diep in der kut. Ik bleef maar doorneuken want ook Maya kwam voor de tweede keer. Toen de orgasmes weg ebde trok ik mijn lul uit Maya der kut. Het zaad liep gelijk naar buiten en Maya liet zich plat op de tafel vallen. Ik maakte de kettinkjes los en draaide Maya om zodat ze op der rug op de tafel lag. Ze hield haar benen vast en uit elkaar zodat ik een mooi uitzicht had op haar openstaande kut en kont. Ik verwijderde de tepelklemmetjes een voor een. Wat wel pijnlijk was voor Maya want ze kreunde hard en luid toen het bloed waar naar der tepels stroomde. Ik nam ze een voor een teder in mijn mond om de pijn te verzachten en zoog er op en liet mijn tong er over glijden. Ik greep Maya bij der boven benen vast en spreiden haar benen zo ver mogelijk. Ik bekeek Maya der kut eens die nu was leeggelopen met mijn geil het liep langs der kont af. Maya begon haar clit te strelen en stak wat vingers in der kut zo begon ze zich zelf klaar te vingeren. Ik werd er op nieuw geil van en mijn lul werd weer heerlijk hard voorzichtig duwde ik mijn eikel tegen der ster aan. Maya voelde dit en drukte zachtjes haar kont over mijn eikel heen. Niet verder Meester het is gevoelig maar dit is heerlijk geil ik denk dat ik ga komen. Oooh wat geil mijn kut komt weer. En ze kwam weer klaar. Ik begon mijn lul zachtjes mijn lul dieper in der kont te duwen dit was een heerlijk en apart gevoel en even later voelde ik mijn orgasme opkomen en ik begon klaar te komen in Maya der kont ik spoot mijn zaad diep haar kont in maar mijn lul had nog meer nodig. Ik trok hem uit der kont en trok mij hard af. En weer kwam ik klaar en spoot ik mijn zaad over Maya der kut en buik heen. Het was ook een heerlijk geil gezicht al dat zaad dat Maya’s kut en kont besmeurde. Ik hielp haar van de tafel en dwong haar op de knieën. Maak het maar eens helemaal schoon wie weet heb je hem nog nodig. Ze nam mijn slap geworden lul in haar mond en begon deze schoon te zuigen. Heerlijk Meester ik ben nog zo geil mag ik mezelf nog een keer lekker klaar maken. Je bent echt een geile slet kom mee.? Robert pakte een hondenriem en klikt deze vast aan mijn Collar daar aan trok hij mij naar de hoek van de kamer. Daar hebben wij een Pc staan ik moest plaats nemen op bureaustoel. Zo Slet jij wil weer komen zei je. Dat mag maar niet alleen. Ik moest mijn benen op de Pc tafel plaatsen ver uit elkaar. Robert zette mij een Catwomanmasker op van latex zodat alleen mijn mond en kin zichtbaar waren. Toen zette hij de Pc aan en plaatste de cam tussen mijn benen onder het grote scherm. Hij zocht wat op het internet tot hij Cam 4u had gevonden en logde in. Toen kreeg ik de opdracht om mij geil te tonen en ik mocht pas klaarkomen tegelijk met een spuitende pik of een klaarkomende kut. Dus nu maar afwachten wat er zou komen want meestal was het niet veel hier. Er waren wel vaak veel gratis kijkers maar weinig wilde om privé te gaan want dan waren ze bang dat ze moesten betalen. Het chatten starten gelijk en de meeste voorkomende vraag was natuurlijk ben je geil?? Nee ik lig hier met mijn benen wijd en volgespoten in geile lingerie omdat ik mij slecht voel. Maar gelukkig kwamen er ook wat positieve opmerkingen langs. Een sprong er tussen uit dat was een man alleen maar hij zat niet naakt aan zijn pik te trekken maar netjes in broek en blouse. Hij stelde zich ook netjes voor als Twan Hij was keurig en beleefd ik vroeg of hij soms mee wilde gaan naar de privé’ kamer. Ik wil wel maar mijn vrouw komt zo thuis zei hij maar als je dat niet erg vind? Nee maakt mijn niets uit als jij betrapt wordt. Dus we gingen naar de viproom de toon werd gelijk anders. Ik ben Twan en ik ben super geil van jou. Ik zie dat je gebonden bent zit je hier in opdracht van je Dom? Ik bevestigde dat en dat mijn Dom mij nauwlettend in de gaten hield hier in de kamer. Ik zie ook dat je nog behoorlijk nat bent tussen je benen. Mijn Dom heeft me net in al mijn gaatjes sperma achter gelaten. Maar mag ik je pik eens zien en heb jij nog opdrachten voor mij? Je wil mijn pik zien daar komt ie en gelijk begon Twan zich uit te kleden. Even later zat hij naakt voor me met een mooie geschoren en stijve lul. Hij streelde hem zachtjes en vroeg aan mij trek je billen eens uit elkaar. Ik plaatste mijn handen op mijn billen en trok deze uit elkaar zodat hij goed mijn ster kon zien er kwam nog wat zaad uit mijn kontje gelopen. En dat zag Twan. Ik streelde mijn kont en kutje en begon het zaad er over uit te smeren en wreef het in mijn huid. Toen likte ik een voor een mijn vingers af. Twan begon nu serieus aan zijn lul te trekken. Mijn vrouw komt binnen en gelijk zag ik een vrouwen hand in beeld komen die zijn lul streelde. Ik dacht dat hij bang was dat hij betrapt zou worden maar was meer een uitnodiging of ze mee mocht doen. Ze had een mooie slanke hand en haar nagels waren mooi verzorgd en gelakt. Ze streelde van zijn ballen naar zijn pik ontblootte zijn eikel en toen kwam er een mond in beeld waar een tong uit werd gestoken die over zijn eikel heen likte. Ze likt aan zijn pisbuis en duwde haar tong er tegen toen opende ze haar mond en zoog ze zijn eikel in haar mond. Ze streelde zijn ballen en af en toe ging er een vinger door zijn bilnaad. Robert had onder tussen wat speeltje voor me klaar gelegd voor op het bureau zodat ik ze zelfs kon pakken. Toen verdween het hoofd en trok Twan zich zelf af. Nu had hij weer oog voor mij. Wat een geile kut heb jij zeg en wat een tieten daar zou ik wel eens mee willen spelen. Wat zou je dan doen Twan.? Ik zou je tepels oprekken tot je gilde van de pijn en genot en ik zou mijn lul diep in die kut van je rammen geile slet. En mijn vingers zouden je clitpiercing strelen. Robert hoorde dit aan en kwam achter me staan hij pakt mijn tieten beet die over de kleine BH heen lagen zocht mijn tepels en trok er flink aan zodat mijn borsten een stuk werden opgetild. Nu gilde ik van pijn en genot en dit was wat Twan erg opwond want hij trok harder aan zijn lul. Toen kwam er een naakt vrouwelijk onder lijf in beeld en die ging bij Twan op zijn schoot zitten de benen gespreid en haar mooi kale kut naar ons toe. Twan zette zijn lul tegen de ingang van der kut en ze liet zich over zijn lul zakken. Dit was een super geil gezicht voor ons. Ik pakte de dildo die op het bureau stond zoog er even op en duwde hem mijn kut in. Robert nam de Woman Nyser en plaatse de zuigmond op mijn clit. Dit was super geil om te kijken en zo bekeken te worden. Voor me was Twan ook bezig om de clit van zijn vrouw te strelen en zo te horen duurde het niet lang meer of beide daar gingen klaarkomen. Ze wipte steeds harder over Twan zijn lul heen en toen hoor de ik haar komen. Twan trok zijn lul uit haar kut en spoot zijn zaad in het wilde weg terwijl hij maar steeds haar clit bleef bewerken met zijn vingers. Maar ook ik hield het niet meer en duwde de dildo harder en sneller in en uit mijn kut terwijl Robert mijn clit bleef bewerken en daar kwam ik weer heel mijn lijf schudde op en neer. Ik bleef de dildo maar diep in mijn kut duwen terwijl mijn clit heerlijk werd gemasseerd. Ik zuchtte diep ik was totaal bevredigd. We wenste het stel een goede nacht en sloten alles af. Moe en voldaan zochten we ons bed weer op.

12 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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Walking down a long corridor in a motel, I felt a mixture of emotions – emotions of excitement and anxiety at the same time. I had been talking to a stranger on the Internet for weeks and that evening we decided to meet for an anonymous party… When I entered the room whose number he had sent me earlier via text message, I noticed a figure standing in the corner with his back turned towards me, he was tall and with broad shoulders, when he turned towards me he was staring with his bright blue eyes at me. Without a word, he came up to me and hugged me warmly and then kissed me, his hands started moving around my body, he felt my chest and buttocks, I felt his hard cock rubbing against me through his pants, I felt like I was going to have a good time… We quickly took off our clothes. I shamelessly spread my legs wide, and he slid onto the bed until his head was between my thighs. I felt his tongue first on my labia and then entering my pussy. It lasted maybe 20 minutes, during which the stranger passionately licked my pussy until he finally slid on top of me, putting his tongue in my mouth. I felt the taste of my pussy, which turned me on so much that my tongue almost went down his throat. Without stopping kissing, I felt his very hard cock slide into my pussy. How I loved this feeling! A warm cock buried inside me. He started fucking me rhythmically and when he did it very hard, our kisses stopped and each of us started to focus on the pleasures coming from our crotches. The stranger was fucking me very hard and my body was stiffening with excitement, I could tell that he was about to cum, so my thighs pressed against his buttocks to let him know that he had to finish inside me. Which he did after a while. I had a long and wonderful orgasm, I felt the warmth of the semen gushing in my pussy. For a while, even though we both came, he kept fucking me until he finally got off me and lay down next to me. I was lying next to the stranger, completely relaxed and satisfied, I could feel his semen flowing out of my vagina, but it didn’t bother me, it just reminded me that I had just had a cock inside me. – I want more – I said quietly, turning towards him. – I want to add you again. He looked at me and smiled before lying on me again and after a while he entered me again, and I secretly hoped that he would fill me with his sperm again…

10 February 2026

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Vicki and I had just started swinging when one of my suppliers announced it would take thirty of their customers to Honolulu for a week. We went online searching for swingers in Honolulu and ended up with about twelve contacts wanting to play. Being new to this game, we were dismayed as the contacts disappeared as our departure came closer. In the end, we did meet one good-looking couple from the website, Mike and Carmen. We organised to meet in a bar at 9pm, and miraculously, they were there! We swapped tales of our experiences in the scene and all was going well, but there was nothing from them suggesting we get started so I told them we had to get up early in the morning to fly to the Big Island. Their immediate response was to say it's been nice meeting you, we'll let you go. I told them that I meant that we should be getting into the play party now, if it was going to happen. We were at a small round table with Carmen on my left, Vicki on my right and Mike opposite. Carmen told me she did not see me asking Vicki if she wanted to play. In response, I put my hand on Carmen's leg near the knee and gave a small squeeze. I said: “That's how Vicki showed me her approval”. The four of us went back to our hotel room where we stripped down, adjusted our condoms and went to work. Vicki was on top of Mike's cock and I had Carmen on her back with her left leg over my shoulder as I watched my cock slide in and out of Carmen's very wet pussy. At some point we swapped partners and now Vicki was on top of my cock, sliding up and down. I was not paying attention to Mike and Carmen at the time until I felt Carmen's tongue sliding up and down my cock as she licked Vicki's very wet pussy at the same time. The feeling was incredible and something that neither Vicki nor I had ever experienced before. I now wanted my cock back in Carmen and Vicki was ready for another round on Mike's cock. We kept this up until everybody had come and we said goodnight to Mike and Carmen. As we got ready for bed, Vicki was collecting her discarded clothes from around the room, but was unable to find her g-string. We looked everywhere for it before deciding that Carmen had taken it as a souvenir of the night. I liked the idea that Carmen had a peg-board above their bed where she kept the g-string trophies of all the pussy she had licked. I have just written this because a few days ago Vicki brought up the memory of Carmen's licking ability and the whole scene lit up vividly in my mind, even though it was twenty years ago.

9 February 2026

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I’d parked in the backblocks a few streets from the venue, engine ticking as it cooled, the bass from the concert thudding faintly through the dark like a second heartbeat. The plan was simple: wait, nap, wake up when my phone rang. Dad duty. Chauffeur with street cred. That’s why I’d pulled on my most battered Ramones tee, holes soft as confession, just in case my kids’ friends clocked me and needed proof I wasn’t some beige suburban cliché. I must’ve drifted off, cheek pressed to the window, when the knock came. Not a cop’s rap. Not impatient. Just… curious. I cracked one eye open and saw her shape through the glass, the glow of a streetlight catching velvet black cotton stretched over a body that had lived a little. I rolled the window down and there she was—mid-forties, easy smile, hair that knew exactly how to fall. Her Velvet Underground shirt looked like it had stories of its own. “Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “I thought you were dead.” “Only on the inside,” I said. “Waiting for kids.” She laughed. The real kind. “Same. Thought I was the only relic hiding out back here.” I stepped out of the car. We leaned against our respective doors, swapping war stories. Concerts we’d survived. Bands we’d loved before life got loud in other ways. She told me what she used to get up to at shows—how freedom felt when the lights went down and nobody knew your name. The air shifted as she talked, charged, like the moment before feedback screams through an amp. At some point we noticed how close we were standing. How the conversation had slowed, thickened. Her eyes flicked to my mouth when I spoke. Mine traced the curve of her hip without asking permission. “Do you want to sit?” she asked, nodding toward her SQ7, the ultimate in Mum accessories. “More comfortable than… whatever this is.” The back of it was warm, leather holding the day’s heat. We didn’t rush. That was the thing. Hands finding, unhurried. Mouths exploring like we were remembering something important rather than discovering something new. The kind of intimacy that comes when you know who you are and don’t need to pretend. Time blurred. Streetlight shadows moved across the windows. The world narrowed to breath and touch and the low hum of a city minding its own business. We gave each other exactly what we’d been missing, generous and greedy all at once, until the tension broke and left us laughing softly in the dark. Eventually, the bass fell silent. Reality called. We straightened shirts, exchanged a look that said this was enough—perfect because it didn’t need to be more. She squeezed my hand before I slipped out. “Nice tee,” she said. “You still got it.” “So do you,” I replied, watching stand and check herself for signs of mischief. He phone buzzed, she gave me a last cheeky look and transformed back into suburban mum, and drove off into the night. When my kids finally called, I was wide awake, smiling to myself, the echo of bass still in my chest—but now it wasn’t just the concert.

6 February 2026

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It was supposed to be a quiet night. The restaurant had just closed, the lights dimmed low, and the scent of caramelized sugar and fresh herbs still lingered in the air. I was wiping down the counter when I noticed her sitting at the bar — long after everyone else had left. She smiled like she knew something I didn’t. “I heard the chef makes magic after hours,” she said, resting her chin in her hand. I poured her a glass of wine. Slow. Intentional. Our fingers brushed when I handed it to her. She didn’t pull away. We talked about nothing at first — travel, music, favorite desserts — but every word carried weight. Her eyes didn’t wander. They stayed locked on mine. Testing. Inviting. When I stepped closer to explain a dish, she didn’t move back. “You cook with this much focus all the time?” she asked softly. “Only when the heat is right.” The tension between us felt like a flame turned low but ready to rise. The air grew heavier, charged with unspoken curiosity. Her hand found my apron string, slowly, playfully tugging. “Show me,” she whispered. And that’s when I knew this wasn’t about the food anymore. The kitchen had never felt so alive.

5 February 2026

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We waren op Ibiza in het hotel waar we eerder waren geweest en wat ons uitstekend beviel. We lagen vandaag heerlijk aan het zwembad met lounge muziek op de achtergrond te genieten van onze drankjes. Deze werden gebracht door een jonge ober Rico die we voor het eerst zagen tijdens ons verblijf hier. Het was een spontane leuke kerel van een jaar of 25 mooi slank en gespierd maar niet overdreven. Hij sprak goed Engels dus we konden goed met hem converseren. Het viel me op dat hij wel veel belangstelling had voor Saskia. En dat zijn ogen soms wat te lang over Saskia heen gleden. En vooral haar billen hadden zijn aandacht. Saskia is een mooie Milf met alles er op en er aan. Ze sport veel en is goed in shape. Daarbij is ze ook goed van de tong en maakt ze snel contact. Maar vooral is ze mijn subje. Toen ik haar vertelde dat Rico wel extra aandacht aan haar besteed en soms wel heel nadrukkelijk naar haar keek begon ze te lachen. Toen je van morgen was wandelen heeft hij zich netjes voor gesteld en me verteld dat hij mij wel heel interessant vond en bereidt was om me extra aandacht te geven. Nou schat van mij mag ie antwoorden ik haar als je daar zin in hebt. Hij werd wel wat terughoudend toen ie door had dat ik hier was met mijn Meester. Maar ik zal hem vandaag zeker nog wel meer spreken. Ik ga zo nog een kleiner broekje aan doen kan hij nog meer gluren haha. We bleven de dag verder aan het zwembad liggen en als ik in het water was kwam Rico steeds even langs om met Saskia wat te praten. Ik liet ze maar toe doen want ik wist dat Saskia niets doet zonder mij. Toen we wat wilde eten en een tafeltje hadden en hij ook ons daar bediende kregen we toch een gesprek en vertelde hij wat over zich zelf. Het was allemaal wat koetjes en kalfjes terwijl ik meer de Stier bij de horens neem. Rico heb je zin om van avond wat te komen drinken met ons hier aan de strandbar of ergens anders ? Hij schrok een beetje maar herpakte zich snel. Ja is prima hier een stukje verder aan het strand is een leuke loungebar daar kom ik wel vaker. Doen we rond een uur of 11 is dat goed prima en zo werd de afspraak gemaakt. We spraken nog wat over van alles maar hij werd weg geroepen en was de rest van de middag druk. Tegen een uur of vijf zochten we onze kamer op voor een hazenslaapje. Na dat we beide een uurtje van de wereld waren kwamen we beiden weer fit wakker. Wat heb ik gedaan ?zei Saskia. Nog niets we zijn hier. Maar we hebben een afspraak met Rico gemaakt die is veel te jong ! en wat moeten we ermee? We gaan er eentje drinken meer niet. Saskia lag nog op het bed met een witte kleine string aan. Ik kroop op het bed en duwde haar benen uit elkaar en zoog mijn mond vast op der string. Mijn tong ging er ruw over heen ik voelde haar clit piercing en wist dat ik goed zat. Ze kreunde gelijk. Je bent al geil alleen al met de gedachten wat er kan gaan gebeuren zei ik. Ik trok haar string aan de kant en mijn tong gleed diep haar kut in. Ik zoog op haar schaamlippen en maakte haar heel nat. Toen kroop ik omhoog. Ze trok haar benen op en spreidde deze nog verder. Ik pakte mijn lul beet en duwde de eikel tegen der schaamlippen aan die openstonden om me toe te laten. Kom Robert neuk die sletten kut van me. Dit hoefde ze maar een keer te zeggen en ik duwde hem gelijk helemaal naar binnen. Toen begon ik haar voorzichtig te neuken want ook ik stond op springen. Ik ga komen kreunde ze, en dat moest ik horen. Ik trok mijn lul uit haar en stond op kom we gaan douchen. Wat ze zei zal ik hier maar niet herhalen. Na het douchen was ze al een stukje rustiger en had ze het mij al vergeven. Moest wel beloven dat het een onvergetelijke nacht zou worden. Ze kleden zich om nadat ze zich uitgebreid had ingesmeerd met een heerlijk ruikende parfumbody gel en de nodige make up op had gedaan. Ze trok een lichtblauw luchtig slipje aan (dus met open kruis en billen bloot en een bij passende bh waar je de cups opzij van kon schuiven zodat haar volle borsten de vrijheid konden nemen. Daar over heen een groens strak jurkje... We zochten een restaurant op waar we een heerlijke visschotel aten en rond half elf gingen we opzoek naar de lounge bar en Rico. We waren er zo en zagen Rico al zitten aan een mooie lounges set waar we ook plaats namen. We zakte weg in de zachte bank tegen over Rico en de ober kwam gelijk gelopen. We bestelden onze drankjes en hadden een geanimeerd gesprek met Rico over zijn leven hier, vriendinnetjes, zijn werk enz., Het bleek toch dat ik hem ouder ingeschat had hij was pas 21 jaar wel volwassen maar … Het werd door de drankjes steeds wat losser en toen de DJ om 24.00u begon werd er ook gedanst. Saskia danste wel close met Rico maar dat vonden geen van drieën erg. Ik voegde me bij hen op de dansvloer het was er best druk dus stonden we dicht tegen elkaar aan. Saskia greep achter zich en pakte me bij mijn kruis en kneep in mijn lul die opstijfde. Maar met haar ander hand wreef ze over het kruis van Rico die mij aankeek. Ik gaf hem een knipoog om hem gerust te stellen. Kom we drinken er nog een en gingen terug naar onze zetels. Saskia zat tegen over Rico maar heel de avond had ze kuis haar benen gekruist maar nu gaf ze Rico een mooie inkijk. Hij verslikte zich bijna in zijn drankje. We zullen zo gaan zei Saskia en Rico nog zin in een drankje in het hotel? De bar is daar dicht zei Rico, Geef niks wij hebben een rijk gevulde bar op onze kamer. Ja prima we rekende af en liepen naar het hotel dat vlakbij was. In de lift naar boven kuste ik Saskia in der nek en trok ik haar dicht tegen me aan. Haar kont duwde za naar achter tegen mijn kruis aan. Ik trok haar jurkje hoog op tot boven haar navel. Rico had een mooi uitzicht op haar open slip Saskia opende haar armen hij deed een stap naar voren en Saskia gaf hem een stevige tongzoen. Toen kwamen we op onze verdieping aan Saskia liep voor ons uit met haar jurkje nog hoog opgetrokken maar voor we aan de kamer deur waren was het al uit. Saskia kleedde zich geheel uit terwijl ik de drankjes inschonk. Kom Rico ff een douche nemen samen? Ja maar ??? kom jongen niet verlegen kleed je uit en ze liep naar de douche en zetten de sproeier aan om zich wat op te frissen. Nu hadden wij een luxe kamer met zeezicht en de douche en bad werden gescheiden van het slaapgedeelte door een glaswand zodat als je in de kamer was je zo de douche kon zien. Zo kon hij nu Saskia zien die zich inzeepte. Hij keek naar mij en ik zie lachend ga maar. Hij kleedde zich snel uit en voegde zich bij Saskia. Saskia begon hem gelijke in te zepen met de spons en vooral zijn harde lul kreeg de nodige aandacht toen gaf ze de spons aan Rico. Hij begon wat onwennig met zepen maar ik gaf geen reactie maar kleedde me ook helemaal uit nadat de drankjes klaar stonden. Ik liep naar de douche terwijl zij er net uit kwamen en zich afdroogde. Ze liepen samen naar de slaapkamer en ik hoorde dat Rico vroeg of Saskia nog even haar Bh en slipje wilde aan doen want dat vond hij wel geil. May deed dit natuurlijk en Rico ging op het bed liggen speelde met zijn stijve lul en keek toe toen ze het setje opnieuw aandeed. Nu lichte Saskia haar tieten uit de bh cubs zodat ze geheel vrij kwamen te liggen. Ze speelde met haar tepels en toonde haar billen uitgebreid. Onder tussen kwam ik de slaap kamer in en zei tegen Saskia dat het tijd werd dat Rico maar eens moest kijken hoe goed ze kon pijpen. Ze kroop op het bed en ging op haar knieën zitten. Ik ging voor het bed staan en ze hapte mijn lul in haar mond terwijl Rico op een afstand van een kleine meter alles lag te bekijken. Onder tussen speelde hij met zijn lul en zijn andere hand begon op verkenning te gaan naar Saskia’s billen en kut. Zijn vingers gleden over Saskia haar clit piercing heen die hij al eerder had staan te bewonderen. Toen hij vingers naar binnen schoof kreunde Saskia zacht. Ze liet mijn lul uit haar mond vallen draaide zich om en begon Rico te pijpen. Dit beviel hem wel want hij kreunde en moedigde Saskia aan in het Spaans. Ik ging naast hem liggen om toe te kijken hoe Saskia hem pijpte en onder tussen trok ze aan mijn lul. Ze wisselde het af door ons alle twee op deze manier te verwennen. Toen kroop ze tussen mijn benen in en vroeg ze Rico om haar van achteren te neuken. Die had daar wel zin in want zijn lul stond keihard naar voren. Hij ging achter Saskia naast het bed staan en ik zag aan Saskia dat zijn lul bij haar naar binnen drong. Even wennen maar toen begon hij haar te neuken. Hij had Saskia bij der heupen beet en duwde haar over zijn lul heen terwijl hij een mooi uitzicht op haar kont had en zijn lul die in haar kut gleed. En ik zag Saskia geniet van de spitroast. Ik zocht haar tepels en begon deze te masseren tussen duim en wijsvinger ze kreunde luid zeker toen ik er wat ruwer mee speelde. Ze ging komen net als Rico die nu hard Saskia neukte. Toen Saskia kwam had Rico het niet meer en trok hij zijn lul uit Saskia en spoot zich leeg over Saskia der kont heen. Toen Saskia mij aankeek wist ik wat ze wilde. Haar duim masseerde mijn anus en toen ze tegendrukte gaf ik haar wat ze wilde. Ik spoot al mijn zaad diep in haar mond ze slikte alles door. En wat ze miste likte ze op. Rico stond nog steeds achter Saskia en veegde haar rug en kont schoon met wat tissues. Toen zakte hij door de knieën heen om Saskia te likken. Saskia kreunde luid Rico was ook best fanatiek bezig. Ik ging van het bed af om nog wat te gaan drinken en Saskia draaide zich op haar rug met haar benen wijd uit elkaar en omhoog. Nu kon Rico haar goed likken en vingeren... Ik nam wat te drinken en ging op een stoel alles van een afstandje zitten te bekijken. Beiden waren me helemaal vergeten zo gingen ze in elkaar op. Het maakte me weer super geil want mijn lul was weer keihard. Nu had Saskia wel weer zin in de lul van Rico die ook weer hard stond. Hij ging op haar liggen en ik zag zijn lul bij Saskia in der kut glijden. Ze kreunde luid en toen begon Rico diep hard en snel te stoten. Ik hoorde Saskia klaar komen maar ook Rico had niet veel nodig. Even later spoot hij zijn zaad diep in Saskia. Samen lagen ze te bekomen van de inspanning. Toen Rico plaatst maakte voor mij stond ik op en trok ik Saskia op haar rug naar de hoek van het bed. Haar benen nog hoog in de lucht en gespreid. Ik spuugde op haar openstaande kut en wreef met mijn eikel over clit die groot en hard was haar clit piercing stond strak omhoog. Ik maakte mijn eikel nat met het spuug en haar geil. En duwde hem door haar bilspleet tegen haar anus aan. Nee Meester niet in mijn kontje dat wordt te veel. Ik sloeg geen acht op wat ze zei en duwde door tot mijn eikel haar sluitspier was gepasseerd. Toen wachtte ik even zodat ze kon wennen. Rico had Saskia horen kermen en kreunen en kwam naast ons staan om te kijken wat ik deed. Ik spuugde nog een keer op mijn lul en duwde toen weer door. Mijn lul gleed langzaam haar kont in. Au au niet zo diep Robert niet helemaal in mijn kontje. Ik letten niet op haar ik ging nu voor mijn eigen genot. Rico speels eens met haar kut en dat zei ik niet tegen dovenmans oren. Want hij stopte twee vingers in Saskia der kut en zijn duim streelde haar clit Terwijl hij met zijn andere had haar tieten streelde en kneedde. Nu begon Saskia te kreunen van genot, ik ga weer komen ik ga weer komen. En toen kwam ze niet zo maar het was net of ze me onder plaste haar kut begon te spuiten net als ik. Ik vulde haar kont met mijn zaad terwijl ze tegen mij buik aan spoot. Zij schokte en schudde heftig zo had ik haar zelden zien klaar komen. Ik liet mijn lul uit haar kont glijden terwijl ze weer kalmeerde. Rico haalde wat tissues om de boel wat op te kuisen. Deze nacht was nog lang niet voorbij.

5 February 2026

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

4 February 2026

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We hadden elkaar al geruime tijd online gesproken, maar het juiste moment om elkaar te ontmoeten leek steeds uit te blijven. Misschien waren we allebei nog niet helemaal klaar voor elkaar. Ik werkte als masseur, zij bewoog zich zelfverzekerd in het bedrijfsleven — twee werelden die elkaar nieuwsgierig aftastten, maar nog niet raakten. Op een avond besloot ik uit te gaan, naar een intieme club gevuld met warme R&B-klanken en een ontspannen sfeer. Terwijl ik met vrienden danste, voelde ik plots een lichte aanraking op mijn schouder. Toen ik me omdraaide, kruisten onze blikken — en in dat ene moment leek alles samen te vallen. Het was zij. De vonk was onmiddellijk voelbaar. We spraken die avond alsof we elkaar al jaren kenden; gesprekken vloeiden moeiteloos, lachend, oprecht, zonder terughoudendheid. Alles voelde natuurlijk, ongeforceerd, alsof de tijd ons eindelijk toestemming gaf. Later besloten we samen verder te gaan, weg van de drukte, naar een hotel waar rust en intimiteit de ruimte kregen. Daar nam ik haar mee in mijn wereld — langzaam, aandachtig. Mijn handen vertelden een verhaal zonder woorden, bouwden spanning op, lieten haar ontspannen en verlangen tegelijk. Haar blik bleef me zoeken, haar aanrakingen werden steeds vertrouwder. Ze genoot van mijn rustige dominantie, van de zekerheid waarmee ik haar leidde, en juist dat gaf haar vrijheid. Wat volgde was geen haast, geen twijfel. Alleen intensiteit, overgave en een diep gedeeld moment. Geluid vervaagde, de wereld bestond even alleen uit ons. Daarna bleven we dicht bij elkaar, streelden, fluisterden, verbonden in stilte en warmte. Later verschoof het ritme — van teder en langzaam naar krachtig en vol passie — steeds in volledige afstemming. Haar genot was voelbaar, puur en intens, en haar overgave maakte het moment onvergetelijk.

2 February 2026

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I had lived rather a sheltered life, controlled by a dominating father using religion as a rod! Married early and young cause that’s what you do! No sex before marriage allowed! 7 years that lasted and we parted amicably sharing 3 beautiful children. It was time for me to explore those desires l had smothered. A late bloomer in my thirties! I don’t recall which adult site it was! But l do recall the smoothness of her figure and our free flowing conversation! “Why dont you come and see me” she exclaimed! It was my kid free weekend and l thought what the heck why not! I started the trusty work van and this country boy from central Victoria at the time hit the road travelling to the outskirts of Mildura! It was a long drive! Some 4 hours plus! The sun was still rising as l hit the road, l enjoyed exploring new areas, time to think, ponder, what may be, what am l actually doing? The uncertainty of the unknown thrilled me, as l pushed the pedal to the metal in a feeble attempt to arrive that little bit quicker I was under strict instruction to ring her when l approached town and she would give me her address What if she didn’t answer, what if it was a hoax I hesitantly dialled and true to her word she answered and in no time l was approaching her country get away down her long dusty and winding driveway! To say l was a ball of excitement and nervous energy would be an understatement! Never had l done anything like this I could be catfished or anything! As l pulled up, she approached me from her humble abode, there was an audible sigh of relief, she looked just like her pics, tanned, slim with slightly curly and flowing brunette locks! Jeans the hugged her athletic legs and a lacy black top on! An Amazonian princess hiding in North West Victoria! I’m sure l nervously exclaimed hello! Wondering what her first impressions of me might be! I was rather dorky at the time! Still probably am but fit from my work and also tanned! At 6ft 1 l towered over her petite frame and l waited for her response Her simple and direct reply left me no doubt! “l knew l would want to fuck you the minute l saw you!” She blurted out. My god do women like this really exist, this was new ground for me, as l subconsciously pinched myself, but l was ready, eager, and already putty in her hands She invited me inside We made small talk about my trip She offered me a bourbon which l politely declined but she fumbled in the fridge to find me a much appreciated beer! Was a bit early to drink! Approaching midday but oh how did the one drink just settled my persona Then with no further ado She beckoned follow me! Gesturing with her finger Slipping her top off as she walked through the house I followed like an eager puppy admiring her physique from behind The shower turned on, great pressure l remember thinking! Funny how in the heat of the moment, work thoughts entered my head! The perils of being a Plumber The shower was one of those old types Claw foot bath with the curtain wrapped around, it would be a tight Squeeze But lm sure we would make room She was now naked and just hoped in! I really thought l was in a dream I had literally dreamt of moments like this I paused Is this really happening? It really is I quickly followed Undressing fumbling, l almost tripped out of my pants! Good start that would be! If l cracked my head open on the cast iron bath! I regained my composure And had to lift my underpants off over my already erected manhood! The blood was pumping, l was as hard as l have ever been my erection even surprised myself, l could literally feel my cock throbbing with anticipation Naked, exposed, open, nervous, vulnerable but ready I entered beside her She was adjusting the taps as l nudged behind her My hands ventured to her firm buttocks as l massaged both cheeks She quickly turned and looked up Our eyes connected under the gushing water as we kissed passionately and lustfully! I caught my breath and looked down at her firm tight breasts! It was a perfect handful for my large hands As l fondled her playing with her erect dark nipples! Boob size never bothered me! I am a nipple man The more erect the more excited l am! And God was l excited my what l saw and felt I only played for a while when she broke away and not quite dropped to her knees! The rest is a blur! But this l recall She took my large cock hard and deep Her lips wrapped around my shaft, and she sucked with the enthusiasm of a child on a icy pole on a hot summers day I held her head as if to guide her on the depth! But she needed no guidance, she was an expert l was the apprentice and I had never received a head job like this before As the warm water gushed over our nakedness! Still l didn’t cum! I needed friction She stopped We dried each other And continued to her bedroom! Needless to say We fucked for hours! And fucking it was Not making love This was lustful, carnal, fleshly and erotic Pheromones filled the air As we explored the depths of each others bodies Her pussy was divine, pink lips invited me, and a nice landing strip of pubic hair as if to point me to her pleasure zone! I performed oral on her engorged clit! And tasted her insides Her wetness surprised me! And her groans of satisfaction only complemented my limited experience We both had multiple orgasms, would rest for a while then go again! After hours of sex, different positions and exploration it was time for me to leave! Funny thing is we actually didn’t talk that much To this day l don’t know much about her ! And likewise I left with a brief goodbye We both knew we would not see each other again But we got want we needed and wanted It was indeed an awakening Two souls united in sex and lust Consensual and open Surely one of the greatest gifts two humans can share! And every now and again I remember my road trip And a wry smile appears on my face! And l wonder Does she recall?

1 February 2026

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Intimacy is not a memory you rehearse it is a risk you take curiosity choosing to outgrow history. A listening. A leaning in. Two nervous systems learning each other’s weather one breath at a time. Make love as if the body were an instrument, finely tuned, easily bruised, and every touch a note that matters. As if skin were a map you cannot conquer, only study with reverence. Pleasure is not a destination, but a true north that quietly corrects you whenever you lie. There is craft in this. The patience of a painter stepping back from the canvas. The courage of a poet cutting a perfect line. If your art never disturbs those faithful to dullness, never scandalises the comfortably numb, did you really undress, or did you simply remove your clothes. We live in a culture afraid of arousal, yet devoted to sedation. It flinches from the honesty of touch while mainlining distraction. It blushes at the heat of a breast but does not blink at the cold apparatus that siphons us hollow, screens humming, schedules tightening, souls optimised into silence. So of course rebellion looks erotic. Aliveness always does. To feel deeply in an age of anesthesia is a radical act. To touch without fear, to want without apology, to stay present while everything urges escape, this is intimacy as art, and art, at its core, has always been the refusal to go numb.

31 January 2026

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Sitting at the pub waiting for my meal I looked over at the next table across and there she sat looking at her phone maybe 70 or 75 hard to tell but hot and I mean a hot that's hard to describe but here goes from what I could see of her face whatever she was reading on her phone gave her a mischievous grin which lit up her face. Her white top was straining to hold back D or possibly DD breasts the pink clearly visible under the white top had to wonder if the panties matched. So I lent back slightly in my chair to see what I could see under the table unfortunately for me the quick glimpse of yep pink panties was soon ended as she looked over the top of her phone and busted me badly and her legs closed abruptly with nothing lose I made eye contact and gave a pout of disappointment. Much to my surprise she looked down my eyes followed Her's and to my surprise she had her legs spread as far apart as the little black skirt she wore would allow what she did next would of made me choke on my food if I had her hand came down under the table and pulled her panties to the side giving me a glimpse of a perfectly shaven pussy and I gotta admit it made me lick my lips. She slid two of her fingers over her clit and gently rubbed herself under the table which just made me reach under my table and give my now hard cock a squeeze the grin on her face told the whole story of being busted looking and now being teased badly. The last thing I wanted right now was my meal buzzer going but yep it did as I stood, she looked directly at my crotch, and her finger started to rub small circles around her clit I couldn't move even though that dam buzzer was going off in my hand. I reluctantly turned to the counter to collect my meal as I turned to return to my table there she stood directly in my path and simply asked if I liked the color pink my choked response was yes and everything the pink covered her laugh brought a sheepish grin to my face as she side stepped me to place her order

30 January 2026

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The lights were low enough to make every shadow feel like a dare. I backed her against the wall, close enough that the air between us seemed to sizzle, but careful not to touch—yet. The space itself was alive, charged with anticipation, every second stretching longer than the one before. My hand rose slowly, deliberately, hovering just short of her skin, teasing, testing, daring her to react. “Say stop,” I whispered, letting the words hang in the space between us. But she didn’t. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away. Her pulse betrayed her, quickening with every heartbeat, and I smiled at that—the quiet confession of desire she hadn’t said aloud. I leaned closer, mouth brushing near enough to steal her breath without taking it, letting the tension build until it became almost unbearable. When my fingers finally slid to her waist, firm and deliberate, the air between us seemed to ignite. The tension snapped like lightning—soft, sharp, perfect—and for a moment, the world ceased to exist beyond the warmth of that instant. Some experiences are understood without words. They pause… they linger. They stay with you, echoing long after the moment has passed, leaving you craving just a taste more.

28 January 2026

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

28 January 2026

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Sometimes you see something that is truly lovely to look at. I was lucky enough to experience one such vision as I took a shortcut through the back streets of Sydney’s upper North Shore. It was brief, very brief, as I had to concentrate on driving but there, running or it might have been jogging, was this young woman, late teens or early twenties, dressed in a light cheese cloth type textured top and shorts tracing out her delightfully cute little arse. This young woman was small, about 5’2” or 5’3”of slight build – not skinny but not voluptuous, probably classed as fit but with good sized breasts, between large oranges and a small grapefruit. What made this vision so pleasant was that, as she ran, her tits jiggled or wobbled about in her filmy, light material top, seemingly uncontrolled and unrestrained by a bra. She made it even better by slyly looking down checking out how her tits were wobbling as she ran. In my humble opinion, that is the sign of a relative innocent, inexperienced woman. More experienced worldly women never check out their tits in public, they have already checked out the bounce and how they look at home in front of a mirror but this young woman was looking at hers as she ran and was probably thinking “hey, they’re alright!’ or perhaps “hmmm, do they look alright?” and her’s was a concerned look and so perhaps the later. Now this all happened in a brief second or two as I drove past in the other direction and was made even more difficult to view by the cars that were parked beside the road and very close together, obstructing my vision, as this was near the local shopping centre and railway station. It was all over in an instant and I continued on about my business, arriving home some time later. As is my custom when I see such a sight, I sat down and had a mighty wank as I remembered her tits wobbling around and how much I would have liked to fondle them for her, savouring the softness of them as I squeezed them like little beans bags of fun. I wasn’t sure whether I would have liked them naked or still wrapped in their cheesecloth top, I went for the cheesecloth and blew my load accordingly, straining with ear popping satisfaction. It was one of those orgasms that make you feel like your gonads are going to appear in your throat. I then got on with the rest of my day. The following day I awoke to the dawn glow but it was too early to get up, so still lying down nice and warm in bed with my eyes closed, I took hold of a handful of my flaccid tool and balls and played with myself until my erection appeared and took over my hand’s full attention causing my balls to loose out. All of this fondling was to the vision in my mind of this young woman and her tits wobbling delightfully as she danced down the street. Ooooh, definitely cold shower material except I didn’t want to loose my erection to cold water anyway and so I continued enjoying myself. I had hit my left hand with a hammer as I tried to cold chisel the head off a stubborn screw the previous day and it hurt like hell when I tried to use it. Despite it hurting I still played with myself but my right hand had to do most of the work. I am right handed but I like to change it around and use my left as the old saying goes “use your left hand! It feels like someone else is playing with you”. It’s amazing what pain the adult male will endure to feel his tool hardening up. The whole episode of this young woman’s wobbling tits reminded me of a similar one some years ago now, actually about eight or nine years ago, now that I think about it. I had just retired and settled into the relatively quiet retired activity of working on the maintenance of the house and garden. There I was one day watering my garden when a young woman jogged past on the other side of the street. It was one of those moments that make you realise that being retired isn’t all that bad. She had a nice body and was (as I found out later) in her early twenties. Trying not to be too obvious I watched her sneakily out of the corner of my eye and then continued on with the gardening, making a mental note of the time and resolving in my lecherous, dirty old man way to be there tomorrow morning to see if she jogged past again. The following morning I got comfortable and sat with my cup of tea watching from the front window of the house, through the lace curtains to mask my perving activities. Sure enough she ran past again roughly about the same time. She had a nice body and looked fit with good sized tits for her slender frame and very similar to the vision I had experienced just a few day ago. Her jogging went on fairly regularly over the next few weeks and on my spare days I tried to vary my activities, sometimes perving through the front curtains and sometimes actually standing holding the garden hose or digging in the front garden. She usually ran down the other side of the street but on a few occasions she ran past my front fence. I didn’t try to hide my looking at her as she did so and nodded politely. Sometimes she would be wearing a sports bra I think it is called and would have her tits strapped flat onto her chest (I don’t see what’s sporting about that) much to my disappointment but occasionally she would have her tits wobbling around with probably not even a normal bra on. On the occasions of her tits wobbling around I tried to pretend subtlety and sort of look over the top of my glasses at her tits and her body in general. I wanted her to know that I was looking at her in a sexual perverty sort of way. One morning she jogged to a standstill right in front of me and my garden fence and said “hello Mr Johnson (not my real name)”. She knew my name?! I think my mouth must have dropped open as I was taken aback as they say. She definitely had me at a disadvantage. She continued “do you remember me? I’m Michaela Smith (you guessed it, Smith was not her real name and I am not even positive about the spelling of the first name). I knew her parents from ten or fifteen years ago and so this was little Michaela all grown up and in all the right ways. She also had very sexy eyes and they sort of flashed as she looked me straight in the eyes in a very horny way. Young women (in particular) know that old men are lecherous and like looking at their bodies at anytime of the day. Some look away as their mothers probably taught them but others who are well in control of their surroundings look at you with “come hither and root me” eyes that flash at you seductively. Anyway this one knew she was well in control of her surrounding and it was really very much erection material for me and my undies were probably well lubricated (shale we say swimming in) with pre-cum. We chatted about things in general and she told me that her mother now lived in Melbourne and her father still lived down the road from me where she had grown up and where the family originally lived until the divorce. Michaela now spent most of her time living in Melbourne close to her mother but occasionally stayed with her dad for extended periods of which this was one. There was a bit of a silence and so she bid me farewell with a “well, I had better keep going” and continued on her run. I watched her, perving at her arse until it disappeared around the corner out of sight. She turned and gave a little wave as she turned the corner and caught me still looking. Being a woman she would have known I was perving at her and her arse in particular. It’s so much more horny to perve at an arse when you have been talking to its gorgeous owner mere seconds before. Wild images of rubbing my tool up between those lovely young buns flashed through my dirty old man’s mind until I calmed down and got on with whatever I was doing. Over the next few weeks I saw her occasionally and one of those times she once again stopped on the other side of my front fence hedge. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and I asked after her parents. She didn’t talk much about them and so I let sleeping dogs lie and struggled desperately for a different subject. She rescued the situation and changed the subject to my garden and the flowers in particular. She pointed out one or two that she really liked and I explained that I had grown a few of them from cuttings and had a few just starting to flower in the greenhouse if she wanted one. She said that she had an appointment soon after her run that day so I suggested that she drop in tomorrow on her way home from her run so that she wouldn’t have to carry the plant with her on the run which made sense. She seemed delighted with that idea and she continued on her way and yes I did perve at her arse as she left. This day was one of her sports bra days and I was hoping tomorrow would be a “tits swinging free” day. I wasn’t disappointed. The next day rolled around and I heard a knock at the door and there she was hot and sweaty after her run, standing at the front door with that “well here I am” look on her face that some women get when they know they have control of the situation and the pathetic guy standing in front of them. This woman has eyes and a look that only a few women have when they are actively flirting or are interested in you. The look makes me want to pull her down then and there and have my old guy way with her as she observes, (with a bemused look on her face,) the pathetic male who due to his animalistic behaviour inherited from his cave man ancestors slobbers and writhes all over her naked body. I have noticed before that women like to watch me with that same bemused look (that says somewhat sarcastically “don’t mind me, just help yourself”) as I busy myself exploring, fondling, licking and sucking on all and sundry like a kid with some many toys and not knowing where to start. In this instance I managed to control myself but I was tingling with sex. We adjourned to the greenhouse and I think she was impressed with the plants. Despite looking as much as I could in her in the face I couldn’t help but look at her tits especially as the green house was hot and if she wasn’t already sweating due to her running then the greenhouse was certainly making her shirt top stick to her tits. She commented on the heat in the green house and pulled the material of her top forward off her sweaty tits to cool herself off but it fell back immediately and clung to them once again. I could see the different colours of her areolas as I brazenly looked at her tits like the pathetic male I am. She caught me doing it once or twice (I lingered intentionally long) before my gaze shifted quickly back up to her face. She pulled her singlet top up a millimetre or two in an half hearted token effort to conceal her tits from my gaze. We both had a bemused look on our faces as we could both see the futility of her actions as I glanced once more down at her rack. She apologized with something like “oh I’m sorry Mr Johnson. I am sorry if I am embarrassing you but I don’t wear a bra when I jog past a fellow down the street who is a pervert (there’s another one besides me in this street!?) as I like to give him a cheap thrill.” That was a chance I wasn’t going to let go as she was obviously flirting. I told her not to worry as I don’t mind looking at a good looking woman’s breasts anytime. I think I got the “oh, Mr Johnson!” exclamation at that point or whatever it was, it was false embarrassment on her part as she knew full well the effect her tits were having on me and my penis. She had moved really close to me in an effort to inspect the plant I had promised her. Her tits were so close and one of them couldn’t have been more than an inch away from my arm. She pushed closer supposedly to see the plant and her tit squashed into my arm. It wasn’t a slight brush of my arm but rather she pushed into me as if it wasn’t her tit at all but just any part of her body and that we were old friends that brushed up against each other on a regular basis. It was so delightful and I could feel the sweaty heat of her soft breast on my skin which made it even more so. I don’t specifically know what happens to penises at times like that but seemingly there must be litres (probably not quite that much considering your average penis, unless you are a horse or a donkey or me that is) of blood being pumped into them and they must also be trying to desperately to burst though the front of the guys’ pants in order to get at the woman. I know, as all guys do, that uncomfortable feeling when your gear is trying to straighten itself out from its coiled state down in the darkness of your hot, sweaty, wet undies and you would dearly like to reach down the front of your pants to rearrange everything but can’t as it is not socially acceptable. I looked down at her cleavage as she stood beside me feigning interest in the plant and I pushed back against her tit. She looked up into my face from down at her 5’2” height, with a devilish smile on her face that said “look, I know you want to put your hand on my boob”, took my hand and placed it on her deliciously rounded tit. My hand instinctively closed around her lovely breast in ecstasy that nearly made me pass out. I am an old guy don’t forget and there is my blood pressure to consider as well. Her tit was warm and soft and and and ….well, you know….words fail me. It formed beautifully, plump and round in her sweat soaked top. Every time I released my hand from her magnificent orb it returned to its magnificent original shape with a wobble before my next onslaught. Nothing was said, there was dead silence in that hot greenhouse. I took her hand and placed it on the sausage shaped lump in the front of my pants that enclosed my penis in all its erect glory as it fought frantically against the bounds of its material prison to achieve its menacing phallic juggernaut form and to point straight at this excellent young woman’s body. She took a hold of my whole cluster of balls and cock or as much as her tiny hand could hold and proceeded to rub it up and down and side to side, rolling penis and balls around, looking up at my face to wallow in the pleasure she was bestowing on me which was considerable I have to say. I couldn’t restrain myself and placed my hand between her legs and reciprocated her efforts on her plump little twat, squeezing and kneading her. I could see her breathe in deeply and push against my hand even more. She pushed her hand on top of mine to increase the pressure on her vagina, thrusting her hips forward as the animal in her came to the fore, prompting me to squeeze harder to the point of pain for me at least as my arthritic hand was starting to hurt. That drove my dirty old man lusting index through the roof; I wanted to feel her plump little twat in the flesh and the pain in my hand was going to have to suck it up! My fingers sort out the elastic waist band of her knickers and pressed between it and the warm silky delightfully soft flesh of her belly, slipping on down between her legs to cup the bald plump vulva lips of her vagina, a finger slid between them and into her moist crack, before penetrating her warm slippery little hole. She was gasping and started to breathe more heavily and grabbed my arm as my finger slid in and out like a piston rod. I stopped and apologised for hurting her. She corrected my false impression saying something like “oh no, that was good! Do that again”. I checked out through the doorway to see if anyone could see us and shut the greenhouse door slightly to cover our debauchery. She chastised me and told me to leave it open as it added to her excitement. I obeyed my sexual little fox and struggled to reach and open the, now almost out of range, door again as I mounted her leg, rubbing the bulge in my pants up against the side of her thigh in slow deliberate, hip gyrating, wiping thrusts. I held onto her far shoulder and pulled her into me, enveloping her, my hand still buried in her panties, exploring and squeezing her twat in sync as I rocked rhythmically and humped into her leg, almost bear hugging her. I looked over the top of her head out the door to see if we were indeed able to be seen but we were a fair way from the otherwise quiet, tall tree covered street anyway. In all of my concern she had been busy trying to push me off enough to undo my pants. I ceased my disgustingly unsophisticated humping of her leg so that the little darling could access my tool. She unzipped me and pulled out my pre-cum saturated cock. It sprang out abruptly from my pants flinging pre-cum though the air to land on the greenhouse bench and flowers, a clear string like strand even landing on her arm. My tool stood up hard and veiny and slightly blood red like a rampant lion looking for something to devour. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. Even as I pulled her pants down and off she stepped out of her pants still looking at my stiff, hard, blood red phallus. She picked up an old rag from the bench, gave it a shake to rid it of cobwebs and proceeded to wipe my tool and balls of some of the pre-cum before looking up seemingly for praise having done a good job of cleaning me up. I lifted her up onto the greenhouse bench prompting a little “ooo!” from her, and a dusty bench it was too. The state of the bench didn’t seem to bother her as I stood beside her, my arm around her shoulder. I used my hand to spread her legs and fingered her twat a few more times before concentrating on her clit. I tried clumsily to pull up her top with my free hand and rest it on the top of her tits. Almost impatiently she peeled the top off and sat there completely naked except for her runners. I had to stand back and admire the mind swirling sight before me. I am an old bloke don’t forget, I could have passed out with lust! She was brown all over; she must have olive skin as there were no bikini strap marks anywhere. Her body was firm and full, what you would expect of someone her age. Her body was so delightfully perfect that I could feel my cock getting even harder to the point of being painful, but I didn’t mind. Her nipples were erect (I like a good sized nipple but not too big) and stood out hard. Her tits were magnificent; the top of them sloped in slightly down her chest before they arrived at her areolas and nipples giving the tits that jutting out look. The areolas were ever so slightly raised and puffy above the surface of their tit and the nipples, as I said, were a nice size and just begging to be sucked. She sat (a devilish look on her face) with her shoulders back, thrusting out her chest to show off her rack to the poor pathetic male under her control. Her thighs were fit looking and yet padded like a woman’s thighs ought to be. I opened her legs and bent down and licked up the inside of each thigh. I kissed and licked the sweat off the roundness of each of her breasts before sucking down on the nearest nipple, slipping a finger between those plump lips to massage her clit in a slow merciless fashion, stunned in wonderment at the sight of her plump lips forming around my finger as it slid and gyrated around on her slippery clit. She had placed her arm back to support herself on the bench and was throwing her head back and thrusting out her chest to give me access to her tits, allowing me to suck on those delicious orbs; I couldn’t get close enough to this woman’s body. Damn it! Men are disgusting animals! I could feel the bumpiness of my shaft in her tiny hand as it ran up and down the full length, stopping briefly to torment the knob before plunging down the rippling shaft again dragging the foreskin back and forth over the knob, the occasional splash of pre-cum flying off the end of the foreskin with each plunge. My assault on her clit had graduated to a full on finger assault of her wet hole as with one or two fingers inserted, my hand slapped mercilessly into her plump twat lips at a frenzy pace. She was leaning back, her mouth open, “aaahhing” with each slap until the aaahging merged into a continuous flow as my slapping increased. There followed by a brief silence and then a stunted scream as she climaxed (squeezing my tool hard as she did so), ending off with a short panting session. I raised my hand from between her legs eager to get to her tits but she gasped out a quiet “don’t stop!” with a look of dismay on her face. We were going for a second orgasm it seemed but my back was killing me (I am an old guy don’t forget) and so I dropped to my knees between her legs but not before dropping a piece of foam rubber (another old guy necessity) I use for gardening onto the floor. I presented my face to her hot wet box and kissed her plump lips. She wasn’t in the mood for such niceties. She grabbed my head, positioned it in front of her snatch, tightened her grip on the back of my head and pushed my face into her crotch. It was dark in there as she ground her twat all over my face. I felt her lips wipe across my nose. It fell into her crack briefly before continuing on its way brushing across the other lip as her hands guided my head around her groin area. She leant back on one hand to support herself, just lying back, her other hand on the back of my head holding it in place and her legs gripped the sides of my head so much so that my hearing came and went from muffled back to full sound and then back to muffled as she tensed and relaxed her thighs as if she was using my head to fuck her twat. Breathing became a little difficult at one stage and I had to pull back, take a gasp and then plunge my head back into its warm dark nest between her legs. When she allowed, I resumed my munching on her clit, my eyes making a very close inspection of her short pubes, my finger just below my chin poking her hot slippery hole at the same time. I had taken over the pulling on my tool as it dangled down somewhere down there between my legs. I have never been an avid cunnilingus type of guy but this was more of a case of her wiping her twat all over may face, with me seizing the chance when I could of sucking (more slobbering over) her labia lips and licking and nibbling on her clit. It didn’t take long and I felt her tense up, her hands and legs tightening their grip on my head followed by a brief period of silence and then a pressured scream once more. She pulled my head out from between her legs and gasped out that she couldn’t do that again and I was to stop. I didn’t mind and was glad of a rest and took the chance to wipe her juices off my face. So there is this gorgeously naked young thing sprawled back on her hands, her box beckoning. I hauled her legs up and around my waist and flopped my tool onto her lovely little twat, thrusting my hips forward, driving the shaft up and down over her lips. She took my phallus in hand, inserted me and let out a little squeal of pleasure as I drove it quickly into her up to the hilt. A minute or two of frenzied animalistic thrusts into her warm wet hole and I couldn’t contain my orgasm any longer, filling her with my hot jism. I listened to the squishing sound of our juices as my shaft continued to penetrate her in those final desperate twitching thrusts of orgasmic pleasure. I strained every muscle in my groin striving to fill her completely before withdrawing, - the tool flopping down spent and loosing hardness by the second, - to watch our juices run disgustingly back out of her hole and drip from her twat lips onto the dirt floor. She didn’t seem to be out of breath at all, such is the advantage of youth I suppose. She pulled her top down to cover her tits and I dusted off her buns of potting mix before she pulled on her pants and continued on her way around her circuit of the local streets. Whether she bothered giving the other pervert a cheap thrill I don’t know, but she did come back later for her plant. After that and when she returned every so often to visit her father, she occasionally dropped in when doing her jog. I’d like to say that it was for a root but mostly it was for a chat and I didn’t mind that either. Sometimes, if I asked nicely, I got a hand job around the side of the house. As she stroked me, she would tickle and gently scratch her nails along under my scrotum as she looked up into my face with that vixen like grin. She was such a tease! That certainly helped my excitement, not that it needed that much assistance, then as she could tell my orgasm was imminent, the stroking would increase, foreskin flapping, pre-cum flying off in all directions on the downstroke and plum coloured knob exposed in all its shiny glory on the “up” and she would gently squeeze my balls in a pulsating action in an attempt to milk as much cum out of my ancient balls as she could. I am not sure if that is the way it works but hey who was I to criticize. I think she liked watching me spurt judging by the fascinated look on her face as I blew, bless her, and at her insistence, we had to do it around the side of the house (albeit at the end of a long tree shaded drive way) in possible view of the street as she liked the excitement aspect. It was like a hobby for her and who was I to deprive her of her hobby and there was the side benefit that I got to play with her tits as she attended to me. I still get a stirring in my groin when I think about her.

28 January 2026

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Ze had via-via mijn e-mail adres verkregen en vernomen dat ik "magische handen" heb om te masseren. Op een dag mailde de studente me met de vraag of ik haar nekpijn kon verlichten? (Of dat de echte reden was of slechts een voorwendsel, wist ik toen nog niet) Feit is dat ze ’s anderendaags bij mij aan de deur stond. Die namiddag had ze geen les en dus tijd. Na dagen van last aan de nek was ze opgelucht om me te zien. Toch ook zenuwachtig… wat alles te maken had met haar hedonistische levensstijl en de compensatie in natura die ze aangeboden had! Ik beloofde haar alvast te helpen en na een glaasje water, nodigde ik haar uit in de verduisterde slaapkamer, waar ze zich zonder veel woorden deels uitkleedde en in lingerie ging op bed liggen. Op de achtergrond een muziekje en met olie in de aanslag werkte ik de spieren los. De studente was ongeveer 21 jaar en slank met een zachte huid. De nek zat duidelijk vast en het vergde ruime tijd om de blokkade los te werken vanuit haar rug… Om er beter bij te kunnen, knoopte ik de zwarte beha open en raakte sporadisch de borsten zijdelings aan. Langzaam werd ze ontspannen en genoot met gesloten ogen van mijn aanrakingen. Ik masseerde ook de benen en wat hoger de vrouwelijke rondingen van haar kontje. Tussen de bilspleet verhulde de string toegang tot haar intieme zone, maar gewillig werkte ze mee om ook het laatste textiel uit te trekken, zodat ik zonder remmingen vol over haar vulva gleed. Ze was al zo geil, mmmm! Op dat moment opende ze zelf spontaan de benen en liet me vingeren: eerst met één vinger erin, omdat ze zo nat was daarna ook twee… en finaal klemde ik het jonge sletje in positie en bewerkte haar kut met 3 vingers tot ze hevig klaarkwam. Tijd om de jongedame om te draaien, haar versufte blik in de ogen te negeren en door te gaan met de laatste fase: haar voorkant van haar lichaam masseren. De hals en schouders waren de aandachtszone, maar de stijve tepels op haar B-cup en de vagina met getrimd schaamschaar erboven smeken om aangeraakt te worden. Ondertussen had ik een stijve van jewelste en bevrijdde hem uit mijn broek. De massage was één groot voorspel. Nu voelden we beide zonder woorden aan dat het tijd was voor de volgende fase. Ik kleedde mij uit en ze keek naar mijn stijve lul. Ze zag hoe groot het gevaarte was en deed haar benen maximaal open. En dan nam ik plaats voor haar ingang. De studente was zo nat, dat hij er zonder problemen in schoof, zelfs tot diep. Ik kon haar vlot neuken, in ritmische bewegingen waarbij onze lichamen op elkaar in beukten. Ze genoot van de penetratie alsof het een inwendige massage betrof, al kreunend en zeker wanneer ik op volle kracht haar jonge lijfje penetreer. En ondanks we elkaar amper kennen, voel ik dat ze voor een tweede keer klaarkomt… Het teken om haar nu ook vol te spuiten.

28 January 2026

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

27 January 2026

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I’m not great at story telling but I’ve been part of a 3some before. It was when I got broken up with on New Year’s Eve in the city one year by someone who wasn’t emotionally available and I never should have dated... long story short. I happened to run into my ex girlfriend and her then partner. They invited me back with them and promised to cheer me up and it was unplanned but kinda just unfolded that way. So I went from tears of heart ache to watering eyes for other reasons and I have zero regrets in passionate lust and caught in the moment. Focus was all on her rather than me and I enjoyed that a lot because I wasn’t interested in her partner Not that he wasn’t attractive or well endowed, just not my type personally but we mutually wanted to give her a night to remember and help me forget my tears. I think about it often. I really would love to pleasure another woman again but also have it reciprocated mutually. I loved going down on her and making out heavily and suckling on each others breasts and just forgetting how terrible my night was before I ran into her. I loved the way she felt grinding against me as we got wetter and wetter too. Nothing compares to the uniqueness and sensory experience of woman to woman.

27 January 2026

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With my fingertips ever so lightly start caressing your body beginning at the neck my touch light as a feather continue down along the sensuous side of your mid section down to the bottom curvature of your beautiful ass cheeks tracing the curve inward towards your honey hole , not yet!!! My fingers will now run lightly up your butt crack to the sensitive lower back both hands weaving there arousing touch one hand for each side of your sexual temple across your lower back down to your curved cheeks back up to breast curvature each time getting closer to to the outside edge of your erect nipples Back down your butt crack still not yet!!! Further down your legs following the inside of your thighs down to your knees and back up to your breasts then forcefully catching you by surprise I quickly flip your trembling body of building arousal onto your back so my fingers or feather can now work there magic on the front of your heavenly temple. Now starting at the bottom of your ear lobes down the sides of your neck down the valley between your breasts tracing those gorgeous feminine lines the arousing curve of your breasts around but not quite touching your nipples yet tracing circles around your nipples closing in and slightly touching the side of your nipple. Different scenario Well being the gentleman that I am I would politely ask for your permission to help remove it for you. Once your beautiful breasts are free from irritation and your nipples aroused and hard. I know this because as I was slowly removing your bra for you. I was ever so lightly kissing the side of your neck from your ear lobe down to your shoulders. But my kiss would not reach your breasts yet because from my hand I produce a feather. I begin slowly with the lightest of touch circle your nipples trail it down the middle of your chest and across your bellybutton down to your pussy but don't touch the kitty yet left or right it's your choice whichever way you go continue down the inside of your thigh then back up the inside of your leg the other side back up the same way to your nipples and repeat. Let me know if not only your nipples are hard and erect but your pussy is moist and totally wet! Handy tip the lighter you are with the feather the more arousing it is.

25 January 2026

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The story of Rochelle and her first hock-up 1 So he cancelled on Friday which pissed me off, but on Saturday he texted me, we had some general flirty exchangers and he asked me to pick him up. He was staying just down the road around the corner, which was really cool for me. So anyway I picked him up and before I could ask he was rubbing leg. Asking me some stuff I wasn't listening to, feeling his hands wandering around my dress. My optimism quickly turned into how I could pleasure a man who obviously wants to release his frustration of his bisexuality into his desire of a feminine male. Got back here where I had my sissy room set up and all lights down low We sat on the couch and rubbed each other and kissed... He had a beard which I knew it wouldn't like and his taste was not the best. That was the only kiss. I like kissing, never forget when younger I kissed a girl who had pillows for lips. Next thing he pulled off all of his clothes and his cock was in my mouth so fast. I love the lips around my cock keep going, he said as I tried to negotiate the fatness of his cock in mind; His cock was fat and about 7". I wonder if I could get it in. Wow, it felt so good that anyone wanted to do that with me. I sucked on it for a little while and got my tongue all the way to his balls making me gag a bit. Rochelle was apprehensive she was giving a blow job to someone who knew how a slut sucked cock. Her uneasiness was put to rest when the fatness of his cock hardened and he started to pull the dress up on my back Next I took my dress off exposing the next layer of my sexuality for the first time in front of a total stranger hoping to get a reaction. Rochelle wanted to know so much about her hard work in becoming a crossdressing slut. Must of been alright because we play with each other for a while Then he asked me about the sissy room ,so I grab his cock and lead to the room He push me straight onto the bed and started to rip my panties off and rubbing my ass I thought, he is going fuck me strait away and I stretched out as far as i could and just managed to get the lube and gave to him Wham he was in and it hurt like hell. ‘get it out’ I said. Let's start was something smaller passing a medium size dildo to him. Without a word he worked my asshole over. 2 So he was using the dildo in my ass, started off slow and it wasn't long before he had the whole thing in there. moving all around , in and out. I was waiting for the next thing, then he pulled it out. I moved to the middle of the bed on all fours and placed my head into the pillows exposing my gaping ass in the air. He rolled in behind and with ease he slipped his hot hard cock into the waiting hole. I felt the weight of his body slowly forcing down on my hips and I let out a moan of pleasure. Back and forward motions started to increase in pace. I was feeling no pain but instead my mind was floating into a world of heavenly lust of sissy slut. I just let it go and pushed my head further into the pillow to muffle the mix of moans and groans I was not sure how to release. Then he stopped... Looking up I knew he wanted a new position. Rolling onto my side sticking my leg into the air. We went for it again, but it wasn't going as well and he got off the bed to look down on me and I could see the amorous drips perspiration glistening on his chest in the dim light 3 I just wanted him in me, and immersed back into the pillows. Sure enough he was back in with a bit more vigour and my pleasure increased to a point of... Holy shit where the fuck am I, oh fuck what is happening with dry tears of joy rolling around in haze of confusion of man who was lost in his fantasy world of Rochelle's desires of becoming a crossdressing piss slut. It was only a few months earlier this lonely old man was pulling his pud to porn wishing to be the one on the film. Rochelle's rapture instantly became lust and started to push back on her knees to get the full length of the tower of power that was driving her into a foul mouth dirty slut that no mother should hear. In hearing this he jumped to the other side of the bed and pulled her face straight onto his raging cock closing down any thoughts of being a pin cushion and faced fucked her to the appurtenant of lost of breath. Eyes rolling back in her head she wondered if she could take it anymore. Lucky the next thing Rochelle knew was her face was back in the pillows screaming harder not wanting it to stop. Then it happened, the climax. Those last few pumps that you know leaves a man emission of semen, and turns him into a guilty narcissist self-absorption of nasty copulation with the person you just fucked. Wow, I didn't think I would come up with that. Getting off the bed and straight to the bathroom. Rochelle was left in a recovery mode that was more exhausted than she could ever know and with a huge smile on her face, like a giggling school girl fulfilling her character of a sissy slut. Getting up she put a new pair of panties on. 4 Going back into the lo wondering what’s going to happen next to see him putting his shirt back over his head saying “can you take me back now”. With that i grab the keys and open the garage door and get into the car still in a daze giddy disorganization of blissful bewilderment. The drive back was not like the drive there and was quiet and fast. Pulling up to drop, Rochelle plucked up the courage to ask how he thought the night went for him. Opening the door Rochelle couldn't quite hear what he said, but heard the word wife and instantly knew she would not be seeing this guy again. Rochelle didn’t really care because she got what she wanted. Halfway home she could feel herself leaking into her panties and knowing when she's got home that she will be immersed in the thoughts of a sissy slut with a creampie to savour and enjoy to the full.

24 January 2026

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