If you've been following along or know me at all, I've been looking deeper and deeper into my own history and a lot of discoveries and realisations about what turns me on, what doesn't, why, what I'd like to explore more. Exhibitionism is at the root of it all, and in a way that I discovered is more complex than I think most see exhibitionism as -- at least in terms of my own pleasure from it. Yesterday, I had a much older woman I'd known for a few years now stop in to pick up something for a party that weekend. I'd been deadlining all week and keeping ridiculous hours, and despite knowing she'd be around at 3:30 that afternoon, my exhaustion kicked in and the second I sat down on the couch to chill for a bit earlier, I fell asleep. At home, I'm as you see in my pictures. Confident, love myself (though dying to get back to the gym routine) in this state, utterly comfortable. I honestly wish I could be like this more. And I've been trying to be where it's deemed socially acceptable amidst all these explorations. It felt like I'd barely blinked when I heard the doorbell ring, and instinctively, half dazed, launched up and stumbled to the door, realising as I opened it, I was still only wearing my favoured g-string underwear. The shame part of my brain kicked in and where I'd always wanted to boldly just open a door to someone like this, I was suddenly told "DON'T". But I was already too late, and quickly stepped back with an embarrassed laugh to explain that I'd just mindlessly come to the door half asleep, but she could come in anyway. She laughed and said "oh it's fine, go put something on, I can wait", and then the other part of my brain, the one that had been exploring itself came back. "Nah, it's fine, you're cool, just come in", and she did without hesitating at all. Not eager, not awkward, just with an "cool cool". The TV I'd fallen asleep to was still going and as I grabbed her things from the shelves, the conversation started. Idly, but the longer it went on, and the more I could see her eyes quickly dance down, the more I was swelling, and the more I could tell she was torn between wrapping it up or conversing naturally. I'd been part of sex parties and regularly attend Sunnyside, but it's a different thing, and acting casually here was harder, because I was intensely aware (as was she) that that wasn't the only harder thing, and in these pants, things start to peek out. And the eyes darted more. It's interesting because I didn't think or imagine myself fucking this woman. At all, but if she'd asked me to show it to her I wouldn't have hesitated. If she wanted to see me play with it, I wouldn't have hesitated. And the longer the conversation went on, the more I hoped it might, but the acknowledgement came as her cue to go. Not awkwardly, not out of any kind of fear, or without any kind of denegration. Just a "thank you for this, again -- I'd stay and chat, but I've got a busy night, and it looks like you're going to have a busy arvo" punctuated by one of those boysterous knowing laughs you get from those real salt of the earth types. I saw her to the door, she thanked me again and said she'd see me again soon and was on her way. I went back to the couch, dying to get off, noticing that I'd started dripping already too (can't hide that in those briefs either), and had one of the best orgasms I've had in weeks, which I can only attribute to some psychological element of what had just happened. Thinking back on it, it's an interesting thing. Is the excitement from the unplanned nature of it? If I'd been awake and wanted to do that and let her know in advance, would it have changed anything? The idea of people watching me, both aware and unaware, turns me on, but the unawareness -- the surprise nature and the risque element of it -- would they be offended, would the keep watching? -- is exciting, and something I'm now dying to explore more.

23 April 2026

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We decided to sneak out for a bush walk at Natural Bridge, there is something about the sports bra and gym pants you're wearing. l've been following you along this trail for the last 2 hours. I have the motions of your arse etched in my brain. You have the best arse. You stop at the bend and reach into your back pack for some water. I take that moment to brush the hair that escaped your pony tail away from your neck. I let my hand stay a bit longer than required. l've always loved playing in public places, this place felt private. We haven't seen another person for over an hour. I grab your hand and pull you out of sight of the trail. There are some trees rocks and a little grassy area, I push you up against the rock and move in for a deep kiss. I decide then and there. We're going to fuck. I want you. Your lips are salty from the swet, your mouth is hot and your tongue is sweet. I tickle your exposed rib cage eliciting a moan from you. You're into this too, I can tell by your body language Your erect nipples are poking through your sports bra and my cock is so hard it's trying to bust out of my shorts. I lift up your sports bra to expose your perfect tits. Your nipples are hard, the way you are reacting I think I can get you off just by playing with them. I lick around your entire right nipple being careful to only let my tongue make contact. I can feel you trying to force it. When you've had enough I bite and slightly pull your erect nipple. Just as I'm doing this I slide my hand down the front of your pants. Your waxed pussy is already wet and accepts my probing finger willingly. As I slide it in I can feel you rock on my finger then I pull my finger back and circle your clit. Your wet enough that I can tell you're going to cum quickly. I want you to cum in my mouth. It's risky but I need to pull your pants off for full access I pull your pants and knickers down and lean you back, lift your right leg over my shoulder. Your left leg is all that supports you. I slide my tongue from the bottom of your pussy to the top and then stick my flat tongue as deep inside as i can get. The way your waxed pussy feels on my mouth makes me so hard.l keep my tongue in a rigid wide shape and lick slowly from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. So slowly it seems like time has stopped before I arrive at your clit. Your hands are pulling the back of my head into you harder, Trying to guide me. Once again I take my tongue and lick from the bottom to the top. I focus on your clit. Your body is quivering and you're moaning. After I finish my second long lick I slide two fingers inside you and curve them towards my face. You're so wet and tight. I can't wait to get inside you. My fingers are sliding in and out of your pussy. Your thrusting your hips onto my fingers. Once you're in a rhythm, I start to slightly suck on your clit, take the tip of my tongue and I lick just the top side of your clit while I suck, The effect hits you like a freight train. Your knee almost gives out, I can feel most of your weight on my shoulder and continue with the consistent lick, suck and slide. I can feel your pussy tightening, you're about to cum in my face . I can't wait to taste how sweet you are. Your juice is dripping off my chin and I suck up as much as I can Your breathing has stopped as all your muscles in your body contract at once. Your grip on my head is intense. Your pussy is clenching on my fingers making it feel like your trying to keep them there forever. You start to relax as I pull my fingers out and lick up what I can of your cum. I stand up and wipe off my face, I've got your pussy juice all over me and I love it. I lean in to kiss you, we kiss and you can taste yourself on my lips. Our tongues duel in each others mouths. I feel you rubbing my cock through my shorts I'm hard and ready as you slide your hand up and down. I pull back from our kiss and watch as you unbutton my shorts. You pull my jocks down and my cock flys free. The head is swollen and leaking precum already. You've got me in a bad way. You stroke me a few more times as i whisper, I need to fuck you, right now. I turn you around push on your shoulder as I pull on your hips. The effect pulls the arse l've been studying for the last 2 hour right to my cock. I slide the meaty head of my cock up and down through your crack, you're so wet my cock isn't going to have a problem sliding in. Inch by inch I slide into you. Slowly until my hips meet your arse. Your pussy is completely filled with my thick cock. You reach around and massage your clit as I pull almost all the way out of you, before sliding back in. My cock glides through your tight pussy like you were built for me. I feel each little ripple and wave inside your pussy. My long strokes are getting a bit shorter as I feel you tightening around my cock. You continue rubbing your clit being sure to put slight pressure on it each time I bottom out in you. After several strokes like this I can feel you losing control. I grip both of your hips with my strong hands. I'm pulling on your hips to give me leverage. My fingers are digging into your arse and hips with my intense grip. I'm so turned on my cock is swollen making it feel even deeper. My balls are tightening up to my body as l'm getting close to exploding deep inside you. I slap your arse one time fairly hard eliciting a loud Yelp from you then you moan you're as close to orgasm as I am. I grab a fistful of your hair and pull fairly hard. Your body is quivering as your pussy tightens as I continue sliding my big thick cock deep inside you as we both explode together.

21 April 2026

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Vicki and I were upstairs at Debauchery playing with another couple when Brian came into the main room with a woman I had not seen before. Brian was talking to another guy while the woman stood by them and waited. When I finished with the woman I had been fucking, Brian came over and told me that the woman was here for the first time and her fantasy was to fuck three guys. I looked at her, liked what I saw and told Brian I would be happy to help. Brian took me across the room and introduced me to Heather. She knew what she wanted and quickly stripped down until she ended up standing in front of the three of us dressed only in stay-up stockings and high-heeled shoes. The other guy went first as she lay on her back while he plowed her pussy with his hard cock. Brian and I on each side of her fondling her breasts and legs. I rolled a condom on my cock and waited for the change of shift. When the guy had finished I slid my cock inside her very wet pussy, put her left leg on my right shoulder for deeper penetration and proceeded to fuck her just-fucked pussy. When I finished, I thanked her and waited as Brian slid his cock into her well-fucked pussy. When he had finished, she thanked us all for making her fantasy come true. I pulled off the condom and went across the room to find Vicki had a vacancy. I slid my cock in her as she asked me how I enjoyed helping out a damsel in need.

21 April 2026

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Seth first messaged me out of nowhere—the kind of bold, cheeky confidence that usually only comes from extreme youth or genuine stupidity. His proposition was simple: if I brought him some bud, he’d make it worth my while. I laughed when I read it, scrolling through the bravado, but curiosity has always been my most expensive habit. Instead of going to his place, I told him to come to mine. When he arrived, he played the part of the veteran. He leaned against the doorframe, acting cocky, trying to channel an experience he clearly hadn't earned yet. But the facade was paper-thin. Once the door clicked shut and he dropped to his knees, that swagger didn't just crack; it shattered. He fumbled with my belt, his hands a fraction too shaky, constantly glancing up for a nod of approval. He began trying to please me with a frantic, eager energy—more raw enthusiasm than actual skill. Halfway through his performance, I tilted his chin up, catching his eyes, and let a small, deliberate smirk pull at the corner of my mouth. “Your sister does this better.” The words hit him like a physical switch. His eyes narrowed, flashing with a volatile mix of embarrassment and that specific brand of determination fuelled by pure pride. Suddenly, the hesitation evaporated. He became surgical—focused, competitive, and desperate to prove a point. Maybe he was trying to prove it to me, or maybe he was fighting the ghost of every comparison he’d spent his life trying to outrun. I’ll admit—watching him try to bridge that gap was the most entertaining part of the night. Time blurred on. A year or so later, Bianca found her way back into my orbit, and eventually, my bed. She always moved like trouble in high heels—sharp-tongued, wearing a wicked grin, and possessing the kind of effortless confidence that made saying ‘no’ feel like a personal failing. We picked up exactly where we’d left off, the rhythm between us as natural as if no time had passed at all. At the perfect moment, I ran a hand through her hair, leaned into her ear, and murmured—almost as an afterthought: “Your brother does better.” She froze. The temperature in the room seemed to drop three degrees. She pulled back slowly, looking up at me with eyes full of disbelief, then sharp annoyance, and finally, something far more dangerous. “You’re lying,” she breathed. I didn't argue. I just smiled, lazy and knowing. Bianca sat up, brushing her hair aside and staring at me as if she were dissecting a puzzle. She was trying to decide whether to laugh, slap me, or prove me wrong on principle alone. “My brother?” she said, her voice dripping with incredulity. “Seth? That Seth?” I gave a casual shrug. “What can I say? The kid surprised me.” That was the spark in the powder keg. Her eyes narrowed instantly. It was the same look I’d seen on Seth—the competitive fire, the sibling rivalry that ran through their blood like a fever. “No chance,” she snapped. “Jealous?” I asked, leaning back. That did it. She moved in closer, her chin lifted, that razor-sharp confidence returning in full force. “Please. He copies everything I do anyway. He’s always been the runner-up.” I laughed, the sound low in my throat. “Then maybe talent just runs in the family.” Bianca bit her lip, clearly annoyed at herself for the half-smirk she couldn't quite hide. “You’re an asshole.” “Never claimed otherwise.” For a long beat, she just stared at me, then shook her head, a soft, breathless laugh escaping her. “I can’t believe he’d actually brag about it.” “He didn’t.” That made her pause, her hand stilling on my shoulder. “Then how do you know?” I stepped into her space, lowering my voice until it was barely a vibration. “Because I know when someone is trying to impress me. And I know when they’re succeeding.” The tension shifted. The outrage was gone, replaced by a cold, calculated challenge. Bianca placed a hand flat against my chest, that wicked grin returning, sharper than before. “Forget Seth,” she whispered. “Why?” “Because,” she said, her eyes locked onto mine with predatory focus, “I hate losing to family. Especially him.” And just like that, sibling rivalry became the most potent motivation in the room. Later, Bianca rolled onto her side, tracing a slow, idle finger across my chest as the adrenaline finally began to ebb. “Maybe I just wanted the rematch,” she said softly. I smirked. “Funny.” “Why?” “Because I was hoping you’d finally admit you cared.” She laughed, shaking her head against the pillow. “About beating Seth? Absolutely. To my core.” “About me?” The question hung in the air. For the first time all night, the sharp tongue vanished. The competitive fire softened into something quieter, something real. “You always do that,” she said, her voice dropping. “Do what?” “Turn a joke into something that actually matters.” I looked at her, truly looked at her. “Maybe because the real parts are the only ones that stay interesting.” She held my gaze for a long second, then leaned in and kissed me—slower this time, without the edge of the challenge, without the desperate need to win. When she pulled back, she had that small, knowing smile again. “Don’t get carried away.” “Too late.” She slid out of bed, gathering her clothes from the floor with zero shame and all the lethal grace that made her dangerous in the first place. At the door, she paused, turning back with one hand on the frame. “For the record…” “Yeah?” “I’m still better than Seth. Don't ever forget it.” I laughed, the sound echoing in the messy room. “You two really need to find some hobbies.” She pointed a finger at me, her eyes dancing. “You’re the hobby.” Then she walked out, leaving the room a wreck and me laughing to myself in the dark. Some nights are passionate. Some nights are chaotic. And some nights leave you wondering how the hell you ended up as the trophy in a sibling rivalry you never meant to start—and yet, you wouldn't trade the view for anything. Chapter Two: The Undisputed Seth didn’t just leave the "fold"—he vanished from the conversation entirely. I heard through the grapevine he’d moved a few towns over, found a girl who didn't compare him to anyone, and traded his bravado for a steady job. He’d effectively retired from the game, which, in the world of sibling rivalries, is the ultimate forfeit. You’d think that would satisfy Bianca. It didn't. A few weeks after our "rematch," she was back at my door at 2:00 AM. No heels this time, just boots and an oversized jacket, but that same dangerous energy was buzzing under her skin. She didn't wait for an invite; she brushed past me, her eyes scanning the room as if looking for traces of a ghost. "He's gone, you know," she said, tossing her keys onto the kitchen counter. "I heard," I replied, leaning against the doorframe. "Does that mean you finally won?" She turned to face me, her expression unreadable. "You can't win a game when the other player quits. It just leaves the score unsettled." She walked toward me, her pace slow and deliberate. She stopped just inches away, her height making her feel like a physical challenge. "I’ve been thinking about what you said. About how you know when someone is trying to impress you." "And?" "And I realized you’re a liar," she whispered, though there was no heat in it. "You played us. You knew exactly which buttons to press to make us both act like idiots." I didn't deny it. "It made for a very interesting few nights, didn't it?" Bianca’s hand moved to my collar, her grip tightening just enough to be felt. "That’s the problem. You think you’re the one holding the controller. But now that Seth is out of the equation, there’s no one left for me to beat. No one to compare me to." She leaned in, her breath warm against my neck. "Which means," she murmured, "I have to make sure you forget he was ever here. I have to make sure that if you ever try to pull that 'someone else does it better' line again, you’ll know you’re lying to yourself." The rivalry hadn't died with Seth’s departure; it had just narrowed its focus. Bianca wasn't competing with her brother anymore. She was competing with my memory of him. She was fighting to become the only name on the leader board. "You're becoming obsessed, Bee," I said, a laugh catching in my throat. "I'm becoming thorough," she corrected. She pushed me back toward the bedroom, her confidence no longer fuelled by spite, but by a need for total narrative control. She wanted to erase the very idea of a runner-up. As the night went on, the air in the room felt heavier, the stakes higher. Bianca wasn't just performing; she was colonizing. Every touch, every look, was designed to overwrite the past. Much later, as the first grey light of morning filtered through the blinds, she sat up and looked down at me. She looked exhausted, but her eyes were triumphant. "Still think he was a surprise?" she asked, her voice raspy. I looked at her, truly seeing the effort she’d put into winning a war that was already over. "I think you're the only one still keeping score." She leaned down, kissing me hard—one last punctuation mark on the night. "Good," she said, sliding out of bed and reaching for her jacket. "Because I don't share my hobbies." She walked out without looking back. Seth was gone, and Bianca had claimed the territory, but as I lay there in the quiet of the morning, I realized the game hadn't actually ended. It had just changed. I wasn't the trophy anymore; I was the ground they fought over. And even if Seth never came back, Bianca would spend the rest of her life making sure I never missed him.

19 April 2026

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So story goes like this, me and my gf and her went to bar and we had good time together and we went to my apartment after that. We keep on drinking till late and my gf got super drunk and wanted to go to bed with me so I went to my bedroom with her and she was so horny that time. I didn’t wanted to have sex with her at that time because I knew that if we start couple hours will be gone and I was aware that her friend is still here in living room, so after so time my gf went to sleep after being so drunk. I went to living room to check upon her friend, she asked me about her and I told her that she is sleeping as I said that I saw her face expression changed like she was smirking. I grab a beer and sit next to her and things started to heat up after that, it was like mutual energy exchange and I felt that she wanted a young dick. I started flirting with her and matching her energy, slowly things escalated, she told me I smell amazing and wanna taste me it was a green signal for me, I went to bedroom again to check if she is still sleeping and she was and I knew it was my time to shine, I grab my ex friend and I started eating her up, gave her the best experience she could ever imagine, writing this gives me goosebumps what a time it was.

17 April 2026

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I was halfway through the whiskey when I realized I was stalling. The hotel room was fine—clean, anonymous, the kind of place that forgot you as soon as you checked out. Outside, the country town had already gone quiet. Inside, my phone buzzed with the familiar rhythm of home. My wife answered on the second ring. We talked about the usual things—school schedules, groceries, a leaky tap I’d promised to fix when I got back. My daughters drifted in and out of the call, bright and full of life, telling me small stories that somehow felt very far away. I loved them. Deeply. But when the call ended, the silence that followed felt heavier than it should have. I poured another splash of the Japanese whiskey, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at my phone. The message thread was still open—the one that had seemed like a harmless distraction a few days ago. A bit of flirting. A reminder that I was still… visible. Meeting her hadn’t been part of the plan. And yet, there I was, grabbing my jacket and heading downstairs before I could overthink it. The bar was exactly what you’d expect in a town like this—dim lighting, worn timber, a handful of locals nursing drinks. I spotted them almost immediately. She looked just like her photos, maybe better. Mid-40s, confident without trying too hard, eyes that held yours just a second longer than necessary. There was an ease about her that made everything feel less complicated. Her friend sat beside her—quieter, more reserved, but observant. The kind of person who missed nothing. “Backup,” she said with a small smile as we shook hands. “Hope that’s okay.” “Of course,” I replied. “I appreciate a sensible risk assessment.” That got a laugh, and just like that, the tension eased. I made a run to the bar. Conversation followed. At first it was easy—work, travel, the absurdity of small-town nightlife. But as the second round of drinks settled in, the tone shifted. Her stories started to unfold—places she’d been, people she’d met, moments that felt pulled from another life entirely. There was something intoxicating about it. Not just what she’d done, but how she told it—like the world was something to be experienced fully, without apology. Her friend listened, occasionally rolling her eyes in a way that suggested she’d heard these stories before—but there was affection there too. History. “We’ve known each other since we were kids,” the friend said at one point. “I stayed. She… didn’t.” “Someone had to keep things interesting,” she replied, flashing a grin. “And someone had to stay sensible,” the friend shot back. I found myself caught between them—one grounded, one restless. And somewhere in the middle of it all, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Seen. Not as the dependable one. Not as the fixer of things. Just… as a man. By the third drink, I realized I didn’t want the conversation to end. “Do you want to continue this somewhere quieter?” I heard myself say, before I’d fully decided to. There was a glance between them. A silent conversation. Then a nod. The drive back to the hotel was strangely calm. The friend insisted on driving, practical as ever. The conversation softened, but didn’t fade—just shifted into something more intimate, more deliberate. When we got to my room, I turned to the friend, expecting that this was where she’d bow out. Instead, she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with a faint, unreadable expression. “I’ll stay for a bit,” she said. “If that’s alright.” It felt a flash of relief.. to continue the amazing night but put off the seemingly unavoidable intimate turn. “Of course,” I replied. I set my glass down on the counter. “I’m going to grab a quick shower. Make yourselves comfortable. There’s whiskey there if you want it.” “Don’t take too long,” she said lightly. I smiled, but inside my thoughts were anything but steady. Under the water, everything caught up with me. What am I doing? This wasn’t supposed to be more than a drink. A conversation. A small, harmless boost to a part of me that had been quiet for too long. But now… I stood there longer than I needed to, letting the water run, trying to sort out whether I was crossing a line—or had already crossed it the moment I walked into that bar. When I finally stepped out, I dried off slowly, deliberately. Pulled on a soft T-shirt, light pants. Something comfortable. Something neutral. As if that would somehow keep things from going too far. I stood there for a second longer than necessary, palms against the tiles, head bowed. My thoughts weren’t lining up neatly anymore. This was supposed to be a drink. A story to tell myself on the drive home. Proof that I still had something. Instead, there was a woman in my room and a chaperone likely getting ready for the signal to leave... My hand paused on the bathroom door handle. Then I opened it. The shift hit me before I fully saw it. The lights were lower. Not dramatically—but enough. Enough that shadows softened edges, that the room felt smaller, more intimate. The whiskey was open. Two glasses—no, three now—sat on the table. And them. They weren’t sitting as they were at the bar. Shoes were off, hair was let down and they were closer. Much closer. The “security detail” had dissolved somewhere between the first pour and the second. Her friend—the careful one, the steady one—wasn’t holding herself at a distance anymore. The posture had changed. Shoulders relaxed. Guard down. She looked… awake in a different way. And the woman I’d come to meet—she looked exactly like someone who knew this was the moment everything tipped. Neither of them spoke right away. They just looked at me. Not politely. Not curiously. Intentionally. My throat felt dry all of a sudden. “Well,” I said, attempting something light, “I leave for ten minutes…” Her smile was slow. Measured. “And we get bored easily,” she replied. Her friend let out a quiet laugh, but her eyes stayed on me. “You did say to help ourselves.” I stepped further into the room, the door clicking shut behind me louder than it should have. Every small movement felt amplified now. The shift of weight, the sound of fabric, the faint clink of glass as one of them set it down. “Looks like I missed part of the evening,” I said. “Maybe,” the first woman said softly. “Or maybe you’re right on time.” That landed differently. There was a space between us—only a few steps—but it felt like something you had to choose to cross. I hesitated. Not out of fear exactly. Just… awareness. Of where this could go. Of the version of myself I’d been an hour ago versus the one standing here now. Her friend noticed. Of course she did. “You’re thinking too much,” she said, her tone calm, almost gentle. Not teasing. Not pushing. Just… certain. “Occupational hazard,” I replied. “Or lifelong habit,” she countered, tilting her head slightly. That one hit closer than I expected. The other woman leaned forward just a little, elbows resting on her knees, eyes never leaving mine. “You don’t have to figure out the whole night,” she said. “Just the next step.” Silence stretched—but it wasn’t empty. It was full of small things. Breathing. Glances. The faint warmth of whiskey in the air. I took that step. Then another. Close enough now to feel the heat of them, to see the subtle changes in expression—the way confidence and curiosity and something else entirely were all blending together. Her friend shifted slightly, making space—but not moving away. An invitation without words. “You know,” I said quietly, “I almost didn’t come down tonight.” “Mm,” she murmured. “That would’ve been a shame.” Her friend’s voice was softer now too. “You came for a conversation.” “Yeah.” “And found one,” she said. “Just… not the kind you expected.” I let out a breath that felt like it had been building all evening. “That seems to be a theme.” They both smiled at that—but differently. One familiar. One newly discovered. I reached for the glass on the table, more for something to do with my hands than anything else. Took a small sip. Set it back down. Neither of them looked away. The distance between us was gone now, but the tension hadn’t broken. It had tightened. Refined. Turned into something deliberate. Her hand moved—just slightly—resting closer to mine. Not touching. Not yet. “Still deciding?” she asked. I shook my head slowly. “No,” I said. “Just… taking it in.” Her friend’s expression softened, but there was an unmistakable spark behind it now. “Good,” she said. “Because we already decided something while you were in there.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” She held my gaze as she answered. “That you weren’t just passing through tonight.” A beat. “And that neither were we.” The words settled into the room, into me. Whatever hesitation I’d brought out of that shower—it didn’t disappear. But it shifted. Turned into anticipation instead. And as I stood there, between two women who now felt fully present, fully engaged in the same unfolding moment, one thing became clear: This wasn’t accidental anymore. This was chosen.

16 April 2026

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The bus wasn’t supposed to break down. That’s what made it perfect. Somewhere halfway between Cairns and Townsville, the engine coughed, shuddered, and died like it had just given up on life entirely. No warning, no dramatic buildup—just heat, silence, and the slow realization that everyone was stranded in the middle of nowhere. Red dirt. Scrubby trees. Air thick enough to drink. You stepped off first, stretching, rolling your shoulders, pretending you weren’t already a little thrilled by the chaos. There’s something about being stuck—no schedule, no expectations—that loosens people up. That’s when you noticed them. Leaning against the side of the bus, arms folded, sunglasses hiding their eyes but not the way they were watching everything. Watching you. Not subtle. Not shy. Interesting. A couple of other passengers drifted off into the shade, complaining, checking their phones like reception was magically going to appear if they tried hard enough. But you stayed near the bus, near them, feeling that strange electric pull that happens when two strangers silently agree something’s about to happen. “You look way too calm for someone stuck in the middle of nowhere,” they said, voice low, amused. You shrugged. “Depends who you’re stuck with.” A pause. A smirk. “Careful,” they replied. “That almost sounded like an invitation.” The heat pressed in around you both, heavy and slow, like time itself had decided to take the afternoon off. Sweat traced down your back, your neck. You could feel their gaze follow it, unashamed. There was no rush. That was the dangerous part. You started walking, not even checking if they’d follow. Of course they did. A narrow dirt track led away from the road—probably nothing more than a service path—but it curved just enough to break line of sight with the bus. Just enough to feel private without being completely reckless. You stopped when the silence settled in. They came up beside you, close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating off their skin, smell that mix of sun, salt, and something unmistakably human. “You always wander off with strangers?” they asked. “Only the ones who stare too much.” That got a laugh—low, genuine. “And if I said I wasn’t staring?” You turned slightly, just enough that your shoulders brushed. “Then I’d say you’re a terrible liar.” That was the moment everything shifted. Not sudden. Not explosive. Just… closer. Their hand brushed yours—accidental, maybe. Or maybe not. Fingers grazing, lingering just a second longer than necessary. Enough to test the line. You didn’t pull away. That was all the permission they needed. The tension tightened, like a wire pulled just before it snaps. You could feel it in the way they leaned in slightly, in the way your breath slowed without you meaning it to. “You’re trouble,” they murmured. “Only if you keep following me.” “Not planning on stopping.” Good. Somewhere back on the road, someone shouted. A door slammed. Reality tried to intrude. Neither of you moved. It’s funny how fast a moment can turn into something else entirely. One second you’re strangers killing time, the next you’re standing too close, saying things that don’t really need words anymore. Their hand found your arm this time—deliberate. Slow. Sliding just enough to make your skin react, to send that quiet, dangerous spark through your chest. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Still calm?” they asked. “Getting there.” Another half-step closer. Now there was no space left between you that didn’t feel intentional. The world shrank down to heat and breath and the faint rustle of dry leaves. “This is a bad idea,” you said softly. “Yeah,” they agreed. Neither of you moved away. You never even got their name. Didn’t need it. Because some things only exist in moments—caught between places, between decisions, between who you are and who you feel like being when no one’s watching. By the time the bus engine finally roared back to life, you were already walking back separately. No lingering looks. No promises. Just that quiet, shared understanding—something happened out there. Something real, even if it only lasted an hour. As you climbed back aboard, you caught their reflection in the window. A small smile. Barely there. Same as yours. And just like that— Gone

15 April 2026

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It was the early 2000s, a time when the internet still felt like a separate world—slow, private, and slightly mysterious. I was twenty-two, curious and open to experiences that stretched beyond the familiar rhythm of everyday life. Six months earlier, I had connected with an American couple through an adult-oriented website. What began as casual messages soon turned into long email exchanges that arrived at odd hours—sometimes playful, sometimes thoughtful, always carrying a sense of growing familiarity. Over time, Cathy and Greg stopped feeling like strangers and became something closer to an anticipated story unfolding across distance. They told me they were planning a trip to Melbourne. When they arrived, the suggestion came through email rather than a public meeting place: their hotel on St Kilda Road. The simplicity of it made the moment feel more direct, more immediate. I remember standing in the city that afternoon, the air heavy with heat, wondering what exactly I was walking toward. The hotel lobby was cool and quiet, a contrast to the bright Melbourne sun outside. I took the lift up, watching the numbers rise slowly, each floor tightening the feeling in my chest. When I reached their room, I paused for a moment before knocking. The door opened almost immediately. Cathy stood there first—confident, composed, and unhesitating. She looked stunning and incredibly attractive wearing a black top the accentuated her ample breasts and a shirt leather mini skirt. She greeted me with an easy familiarity that instantly softened the tension of the moment. Greg appeared just behind her, relaxed and welcoming, as though this meeting was simply the continuation of something already underway. They were both nearly twenty years older than me, and that difference was noticeable—not in a way that created distance, but in the quiet assurance they carried. They seemed settled in themselves, comfortable in ways I was still learning to be. Their suite was softly lit. A cricket match played on the television, the steady rhythm of commentary and crowd noise filling the room in a way that felt distinctly Australian and oddly grounding. Outside the windows, St Kilda Road stretched away into the late afternoon heat. Greg offered me a chair and a drink which I gladly accepted while he and Cathy settled casually on the bed. The arrangement felt natural rather than staged, and conversation began easily—first about the city, then about their trip, and soon about places they had explored. Cathy spoke about Sunnyside Nude Beach with an easy openness, describing it as calm and freeing rather than provocative. Greg added that they had spent the entire day there, surprised by how relaxed and ordinary it felt once they were there. “We thought it would feel unusual,” Cathy admitted with a small smile, “but after a while, it just felt like being close to the ocean in the simplest way.” They also spoke about Chapel Street—its energy, its mix of style and nightlife, the way it contrasted with the quiet of the beach. Listening to them, I felt like I was seeing Melbourne again through fresh eyes, even though I had lived there all my life. The afternoon heat lingered inside the room, and after a while Cathy suggested I might be more comfortable without my shirt. It was said casually, without emphasis, simply acknowledging the warmth of the space. I hesitated briefly before agreeing, folding it aside as the conversation continued uninterrupted. Cathy seemed pleased that I had agreed to this. Nothing about the moment felt rushed. Instead, it unfolded in a slow rhythm—talk, pauses, laughter, the sound of cricket commentary rising and falling like background music. Cathy and Greg remained relaxed, occasionally exchanging glances or small smiles that suggested a shared ease with each other and with the situation. Cathy’s presence in particular carried a quiet confidence that shaped the atmosphere of the room, subtle but unmistakable. As the afternoon moved forward, the conversation moved onto their recent visit to Sydney and in particular Oxford Street mentioning that they enjoyed shopping there and even bought the black leather mini skirt she was wearing from there. I commented that it looked really good on her. Cathy then stood up walked across to me and asked me feel the quality and as I did the skirt lifted up ever so slightly to reveal Cathy had no underwear and her freshly shaven pussy came into my full view. I was shocked and excited all at the same time. I felt an instant reaction in between my legs getting very hard. I couldn’t control myself and blurted out Wow that looks nice and ask Cathy can I touch it? Cathy said of course so I rubbed my middle finger ever so slightly across the lips of her pussy. They were moist and wet Cathy could see that I was rock hard so she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bed. I removed my shorts and underwear one movement and lay on the bed with my head in between Cathy’s legs. Greg was helped Cathy out of all of her clothes. I started to lick Cathy‘s pussy and was totally oblivious that Greg was even there. Cathy moaned and said Oh my God you can do that all day if you like which in my mind I was more than happy to. I think I spent a good 15 minutes enjoying the taste and moistness of Cathy’s pussy. I looked up and Greg was laying on the bed naked, lying sideways watching his wife being devoured by myself. He was jerking off. Cathy looked down at me and said I really want you to fuck me now I didn’t need to be asked twice. I moved up next to her and placed my rock hard penis against her very wet pussy lips and slid in whilst I looked straight into the eyes of Cathy and Greg. Cathy was a great lover she would reach down and cup my balls as I was climaxing which allowed me to maintain the hardness to go again. After a long session we both lay on the bed naked in a lovingly close embrace feeling slightly sweaty. Greg got up and got us both a drink and some fruit from a fruit platter. When I finally left, the transition felt almost abrupt. Greg shook my hand warmly, and Cathy offered a smile that was both familiar and unreadable in its depth—like a memory already forming even as it was happening. Back in the cool air of Melbourne, the city felt sharper, louder, more ordinary. But the experience lingered—not as a sequence of events, but as a mood, a feeling, a suspended moment in time that I couldn’t quite place into words. Even later, what stayed with me wasn’t anything specific, but the atmosphere: the heat of the day, the quiet comfort of the room, the cricket playing in the background, and the sense that for a few hours, I had stepped outside of my usual world into something softer, slower, and strangely unforgettable.

15 April 2026

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I am a delivery driver around Adelaide. Just after Xmas I had a delivery of an outdoor setting to Burnside 6 chairs 1 flat pack table. I arrived at the address and knocked on the door. A lady answered wearing a tiny red dressing gown probably in her mid forties. Had a nice body and smallish firm tits which I caught a glimpse of as I was chatting to her. She saw me looking and just smiled. I took the chairs and table round the back to her verandah trying to hide my stiffening cock as I kept looking at her tits and arse. She said her husband was out so would I mind putting the table together for her. Well of course I said yes. Took around 20mins and I was under the table tightening the last couple of screws when she pulled up a chair and sat down right in front of my face and spread her legs. Well there in front of me was a nice smooth pussy and it looked wet. I took the hint and immediately started liking at it working my tounge up to her clit,well she moaned and came I continued licking and sucking her clit making her cum again before putting my tounge deep inside her pussy. I was eating her pussy for around 15min then she reached under the table grabbed my head and shoved it deeper into her crutch my tounge wend even deeper in her pussy then she moaned and squirted into my mouth it was an awesome sensation. She then pulled her chair back stood up and said thankyou I think my husband can manage the rest. As the table was all put together I assumed the rest was for him to come home and fuck her lucky man. I got up said thank you and left. Wishing for more of those kinds of deliveries

13 April 2026

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I had a dream once. I was naked in the bush (as I so love to be!) being lewd and bestial, pooing and pissing like a primal animal. Walking down a trail I came upon a small clearing and a naked man sitting on the end of a log, this legs wide apart and his rigid penis pointing forward like a lance, as it soon would be. He spotted me and started to stroke his cock and I approached him, said nothing (nor did he) and I got on my hands and knees, displaying my anus, wiggling my little bottom for his entertainment. Then I backed up to him, gyrating my bottom until my anus found the tip of his cock. By chance the pre-cum dribbling from his cock provided lubrication and I impaled myself on it, slowly backing up to prong it further into into my anus and taking all of it slowly into my rectum. Then slow thrusting, out then in, out then in, gripping my anus tightly around his cock on the out stroke, like sucking on it as I pulled forward. But then he suddenly grasped my hips, dismounted from the log and knelt behind me and proceeded to thoroughly fuck me. Then a finale – deeply pronging me with his cock throbbing as he pumped its hot load into me. Then I woke up. Damn!

12 April 2026

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This all happened two years ago in another state: I noticed them before they noticed me. It was the kind of café where people linger—half-finished coffees, laptops left open, conversations stretching longer than intended. I’d been there long enough to stop pretending I had somewhere else to be. They sat across from each other near the window. Close, but not quite connected. Their conversation flowed easily, but there was something about it that felt rehearsed—like they knew all the right things to say, just not how to mean them anymore. I wouldn’t have thought about them twice. Except she looked up. It was quick—just a passing glance—but there was something unguarded in it. Curious. Present. Gone a second later, but not before it registered. A few minutes later, he followed her gaze. That one wasn’t accidental. I looked away first. There’s a moment, when eye contact lingers too long between strangers, where it either becomes something—or it collapses under its own weight. I wasn’t sure which direction this would go. They decided. “Sorry,” she said, stepping over with a small, almost self-conscious smile. “This might sound strange, but… have we seen you here before?” It was an easy opening. A safe one. I shook my head. “First time I am not from here” She laughed softly. “Then that’s embarrassing.” “It doesn’t have to be,” I said. “Seems like a good place to come back to.” He joined her then—more measured, but open enough. “We didn’t mean to interrupt.” “You didn’t,” I said. “I was just sitting here pretending to look busy.” That got a genuine laugh out of him. And just like that, it started. What should’ve been a brief exchange turned into something longer. Easier. They pulled up chairs without really deciding to, and suddenly we were sharing a table like it had always been the plan. At some point, names came up. They introduced themselves as Sarah and John—names that felt real enough in the moment, even if later I’d think of them as softened, simplified… offered more for privacy than precision. It suited them. We talked about ordinary things at first. The coffee. The area. Where we’d come from, loosely defined. The kind of conversation people use to test the edges of a connection. But it didn’t stay there. Sarah asked questions that lingered. Not intrusive—just thoughtful enough that they required more than surface-level answers. John spoke less, but when he did, it felt deliberate, like he weighed what mattered before saying it. I matched them without really thinking about it. Gave just enough. Held just enough back. When Sarah suggested a walk, it didn’t feel spontaneous. It felt like the natural next step. “The beach is just down the road,” she said. “Feels like a waste not to.” John glanced at me, not hesitant—just checking. “If you’ve got time.” “I do,” I said. Outside, the air had softened into late afternoon. The kind of light that stretches everything just a little longer than it should. We walked side by side, conversation loosening, shifting into something less structured. On the sand, things changed. Not all at once. Just enough. The openness of it—the ocean, the quiet, the absence of walls—made everything feel less contained. Sarah drifted slightly ahead at times, turning back to pull us into whatever she was saying. John stayed closer, quieter, but more direct when he spoke. That’s when I saw it. Not distance between them—but space. Not empty. Just… unattended. The kind of space that used to hold something important. We stayed longer than we needed to. Let the conversation stretch, let the pauses exist without filling them. By the time the sun dipped lower, it felt like we’d skipped steps—like we’d known each other longer than we had. Sarah was the one who shifted things. “We’re staying just up the road,” she said, gesturing loosely. “An Airbnb.” John didn’t interrupt. “It’s nothing special,” she added, a little too casually. “But… if you wanted to keep talking…” She left it there. She didn’t need to finish. I looked at John. That was the moment that mattered—not the invitation itself, but the silence around it. The unspoken question. The absence of resistance. He met my eyes and gave the smallest nod. Not encouragement. Not reluctance. Just… openness. I could have said no. I didn’t which I am quite thankful for, “Yeah,” I said. “I’d like that.” The walk back was quieter. Not uncomfortable—just more aware. Like we all understood something had shifted, even if we hadn’t named it. The Airbnb was simple. Clean. Temporary. Sarah moved first—offering a drink, filling the space with small gestures. John lingered for a second before settling in. I stayed where I was, taking in not the room, but them. The way they existed together. This wasn’t really about me. I could feel that now. Sarah handed me a glass. “Thanks,” I said. Our fingers brushed. She didn’t pull away. Neither did I. Something shifted. Subtle. Unspoken. But real. I glanced at John as I really wanted to be sure that this was ok or whether we were overstepping some boundaries. He was watching—not tense, not surprised and just smiled. That mattered. Sarah stepped closer, just slightly. Enough to close the space that had been lingering all day. “Do you want another drink?” she asked softly. “No,” I said. She nodded once. Then she leaned in. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It carried everything that had built since the café—the curiosity, the pauses, the quiet awareness that this had been moving somewhere from the beginning. My hand found hers, then her arm, the warmth of her skin grounding the moment. She moved closer without hesitation, her body settling against mine like it belonged there. When we paused, it was only to breathe. I looked at John again. He met my gaze, steady. There was something clear in it now—not distance, not discomfort. Understanding. Sarah reached down and lightly let her fingers brush across the front of my pants. My excitement was difficult to conceal and appeared unfazed by it. She didn’t rush. Her movements stayed unhurried, deliberate, her warmth close, her presence fully there. It wasn’t about urgency—it was about connection, about letting something unfold at its own pace. I lost myself in the moment and in a blur with that fully recalling how Sarah had me standing there fully naked whilst they were still there fully clothed. When I’ve realised this I looked at John hoping that he was okay with this, he just smiled holding his drinking his hand raising it slightly which calmed my nerves. Sarah then moved in closer to me kissing me passionately I’ll let my hands caress her back down her spine to her rear. Her body was warm. I started to feel under her top. Her skin was smooth and silky. She removed her top and bra revealing her beautiful breasts. It wasn’t long again it’s was like a blur as I don’t remember how the rest of her clothes came off but we ended up on the bed both naked with our bodies intertwined. I could feel the warmth of her body all over mine. It felt like heaven she moved herself down my body and slowly tease the tip of my penis with her tongue. It wasn’t long until her mouth enveloped me. I could not believe this was happening but I was thankful at the same time this was chance meeting. For me to choose that coffee shop on that particular day who would thought it would lead to the now. This wasn’t my first time being part of a threesome with a couple but this is probably the most organic and natural way that this is ever happened. Whilst Sarah was sucking me I could feel myself reaching climax so I asked her to stop because I wanted to repay her the favour. We swapped positions and I went down on Sarah. Her pussy was beautiful and sweet the sight of her moving around in please really turned me on.John who was still fully clothed lay down next to me and we each took turns of pleasuring Sara with our tongues. Sara was quite vocal and appeared to enjoy what we’re both doing. She was demanding more and wanted me to as she put it “fuck her”. I didn’t need to be asked twice sliding into Sarah. I looked up at John whilst sliding in and he was standing in there in the corner of the room still fully clothed however he had unzipped his fly of his pants and holding his cock jerking off at a steady pace. He appeared to be enjoying seeing his wife or partner. I never knew at the time but found out later they had been happily married for 10 years. Lovemaking with Sarah felt deep and connected. It felt familiar to me yet new. We spent the next three hours in bed both of us reaching climax a number of times. John spent time jerking off on the corner. He managed to find himself a chair so he was more comfortable sitting down watching his wife in a sitting down watching his wife in three hour long lovemaking session with a total stranger. He alternated between watching the TV and returning to watching for another jerk off session. In the afterglow Sarah lay together in bed holding each other close, her presence warm and comforting. No one tried to explain it. There wasn’t a need to. I lay back for a moment, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, replaying how easily it could have gone another way. A café. A glance. A conversation that should have ended. But didn’t. And now, whatever this was—whatever it meant—existed because none of us had chosen to look away.

12 April 2026

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Vol verwachting zit ik op het randje van de bank, en kijk nog maar eens de kamer rond. Noortje komt voor het eerst bij me thuis vanavond en ik voel de spanning in mijn lijf. We hebben elkaar een week niet gezien en ik mis haar. Terwijl zij aan het werk was, heb ik me wat afgeleid met klusjes in mijn nieuwe huis. Vandaag heb ik kennisgemaakt met mijn collega’s, voordat ik maandag echt aan de slag ga. Maar voorlopig wil ik niet verder kijken dan dit weekend met Noortje. De foto die ze me stuurde staat op mijn nachtkastje, de brief met haar geur houd ik dichtbij. Het huis is opgeruimd – althans, zolang je niet in de kamers komt die vol staan met onuitgepakte bananendozen. Vanmorgen op de markt heb ik twee grote bossen kleurige veldbloemen gekocht. Ik weet dat Noortje daarvan houdt, en het staat gezellig in het toch nog wat kale huis. Misschien kan Noortje me helpen bij het gezelliger maken, bedenk ik me. Het zou fijn zijn dat samen te doen. De bloemen kunnen de geur van verse verf niet verdrijven, maar dat heeft ook wel zijn charme. De deuren naar de tuin staan open en een licht briesje laat de bloemblaadjes zacht bewegen. Zonlicht valt door de ramen, buiten fluiten de vogels. Ik kijk weer naar de klok. Bij iedere auto die ik hoor, hoop ik dat zij het is. Ik heb me de afgelopen week vaak voorgesteld hoe het zou zijn, Noortje in mijn huis: hoe we tegen elkaar aan op de bank zouden zitten, ontbijten in de ochtendzon in de tuin, samen zouden douchen, vrijen, slapen en wakker worden. Hoe Noortje een deel van mijn leven zou zijn; we een leven zouden delen. Ik denk terug aan de brief die ze me heeft geschreven, liefdevol en opwindend tegelijk. Ik knijp mijn ogen dicht en fantaseer over wat er straks komen gaat. Ik wil haar zien, haar lippen kussen, haar geur opsnuiven, haar huid voelen, proeven, nu. Ik voel dat ik al hard word bij de gedachten. De bel gaat. Snel strijk ik mijn overhemd glad en probeer de spanning een beetje uit mijn lichaam te krijgen als ik naar de hal loop. Ik haal nog één keer diep adem en open dan de deur. Daar staat ze, mijn Noortje, nog mooier dan ik me herinner, nog mooier dan op de foto. Haar ogen stralen, haar lach is betoverend. Ze draagt een luchtig jurkje boven open schoentjes. Ik strek mijn armen naar haar uit en we omhelzen elkaar. Ze laat haar weekendtas uit haar hand glijden en ik duw de deur met mijn voet achter haar dicht. “Ik heb je zo gemist,” fluister ik in haar oor. Hier heb ik naar uitgekeken. Meteen knettert de passie. Ik voel haar handen over mijn rug gaan, ik leg de mijne om haar billen en druk haar stevig tegen me aan. Onze ademhaling wordt sneller als we steeds passioneler zoenen. Langzaam duwt ze me, al zoenend, achteruit, de kamer in. We stoppen als ze de knoopjes van mijn overhemd losmaakt en het hemd achter me op de grond laat vallen. Ik schuif de stof van haar jurkje langzaam omhoog, over haar mooie ronde billen. Ze draagt een klein kanten slipje. Ik duw haar jurkje nog wat verder op, over haar platte buik, over haar BH. Terwijl ik het jurkje over haar hoofd trek, voel ik hoe haar handen mijn broekriem losmaken. Ze schopt haar schoenen uit en houdt met haar voet mijn broek op de grond zodat ik eruit kan stappen. We hijgen allebei en mijn hart gaat te keer als ik Noortje optil en haar op de bank leg. Ze trekt me op zich en we zoenen wild. Ze spreidt haar benen zodat ze mijn stijve penis tussen haar benen voelt door de stof van ons ondergoed. “Je maakt me zo geil,” kreunt ze, en wurmt zich dan onder me vandaan. Noortje hurkt voor de bank en trekt mijn ondergoed omlaag. Ik maak tegelijk haar BH los en kijk naar haar prachtige ronde borsten. Ik houd mijn adem even in. Dan duwt ze me naar achteren, zodat ik achterover tegen de rugleuning aan kom te liggen. Ze kijkt naar me op, en neemt mijn harde lid in haar mond. Langzaam en sensueel laat ze haar tong over mijn eikel gaan, haar haren kriebelen over de binnenkant van mijn dijen. Ze pakt mijn penis vast en beweegt de huid traag op en neer terwijl ze me in haar mond neemt. Ze kreunt zacht terwijl ze me verwent. Haar lippen voelen warm op de gevoelige huid van de schacht. Voorzichtig zuigt ze op mijn ballen terwijl ze met haar duim over mijn natte eikel wrijft. Dit is meer dan ik ervan had gehoopt. Ons verlangen is zo groot, onze liefde zo vurig. Ook nu ze me pijpt houden we oogcontact. Ik richt me op, maar ze duwt we terug. Ze gaat staan en laat, als bij een striptease, haar slipje op de grond vallen. Ik kijk op naar haar naakte lichaam en prijs mezelf gelukkig. Ze kijkt glimlachend op me neer, en gaat dan schrijlings op me zitten. Mijn handen glijden om haar taille als ze zich laat zakken. Ik richt me op en onze tongen vinden elkaar. Haar borsten voelen zacht als ik me tegen haar aan druk. Dan begint ze me te berijden, langzaam, beheerst. Ze legt haar handen op mijn schouders en ik laat me naar achteren zakken. Ik kijk en geniet. De opwinding stijgt naar mijn hoofd. Ik zie haar lieve gezicht, hoe ze naar me kijkt, met die ogen vol liefde en passie; naar haar lippen, licht gespreid, naar haar lange haren over haar schouders. Ze pakt mijn handen en ze moedigt me aan om haar borsten vast te houden, met ze te spelen. Ik luister naar haar kreunen, naar het geluid van haar billen tegen mijn benen, mijn penis die in en uit haar glijdt. Ze stopt en beweegt zich van mij af. Ik weet wat ze wil, dus ik duw haar zacht voor me uit totdat we naast de bank staan. Ik ga achter haar staan en ze zet haar handen op de leuning. Ik pak haar heupen vast en duw me bij haar naar binnen, centimeter voor centimeter, tot ik haar billen tegen me aan voel drukken. Het is heerlijk, en ik laat mijn hoofd achterover zakken als ik me ritmisch in en uit haar beweeg. Ik maak lange stoten en ze kreunt steeds intenser als ik mijn tempo verhoog. Ik laat mijn handen om haar middel glijden, dan omvatten mijn handen haar borsten. Ze kijkt naar me om en zucht: “Harder, harder.” Ik omvat opnieuw haar heupen, duw mijn penis nog sneller in haar, geef een speelse tik op haar bil en geniet van haar bewegingen, hoe haar haren heen en weer strijken bij iedere stoot, hoe ze kreunt. Ze laat zich verder naar beneden zakken zodat haar borsten tegen de leuning liggen. “Je bent zo lekker,” kreun ik, en knijp mijn ogen dicht. Ze wil meer, en meer, maar ik wil nog niet komen. Ik trek haar omhoog en duw haar lichaam tegen het mijne. Ze legt haar hoofd achterover op mijn schouder en zoent me terwijl ze nog steeds probeert om over mijn lid heen en weer te bewegen. “Ik wil dat je in me klaarkomt, geef me wat we allebei willen alsjeblieft.,” zegt ze smekend. “Ik heb hier al een week op gewacht.” Ik leg haar achterover op de bank en ga zelf op mijn knieën voor haar zitten. Dan spreidt ze haar benen, zet haar voeten op de rand van de salontafel en schuift dicht naar me toe. Terwijl we elkaar aankijken omvat ik haar middel en neem haar hard, wild, en vol hartstocht. Ze beweegt haar heupen in het ritme, zet zich af tegen de bank. Haar lichaam golft, haar borsten deinen. Onze ademhaling wordt sneller, ons gekreun harder. Ze richt zich een beetje op, zet haar nagels in het vel van mijn zij en ik zie dat ze zich inspant als ik mijn adem in stoten tussen mijn tanden laat ontsnappen als ik met een dierlijk gegrom in haar klaarkom. Ze laat zich schokkend achterover vallen in de kussens, en als ik mijn ogen open zie ik een brede ontspannen glimlach op haar gezicht. Ik buig me over haar heen en kus haar lippen. Ze zucht diep en we lachen naar elkaar. “En nu heb ik honger,” zegt ze grijnzend, zodra we weer een beetje op adem zijn gekomen. “Liefde maakt hongerig,” en ik sta op van de bank. Zij staat ook op: “Laten we samen koken.”

11 April 2026

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I want to kiss you, you see it in my eyes, and your lips open, just a little as you reach up and touch my face, as you draw me towards your soft glistening eyes, I feel your soft warm breathe against my face, I see your moist lips quiver in anticipation as you feel my firm hand slide across your soft neck and cup your head as you arch your back, you feel my other warm hand slide to the base off your back, our hot breathe quickens as are lips touch as I pull you against my chest, and your soft lips open against my gentle pressure, the pressure increases as we give into the heat racing through our bodies, as we both give into our desire to feel the heat of our breathe, as our tongues meet sparking some uncontrolled desire to give into the need we felt for each other when we first met, our tongues are instinctively entwined around themselves with a growing sinuous motion following each other as we open up to the passion, that feels so right the deeper and closer we pull against each other, we don’t even hear the outside world as we explore the depths off our growing need to melt into each other’s arms, our bodies reacting to the uncontrollable need, created by our mouths naturally follow each other’s motion, tongues flicking and teasing in unison, you feel so light as I pull you up into my arms, you softly moan, it sends a charge through my body as you wrap your arms around my broad shoulders, they slide to my neck, your nails graze my neck you feel me quiver and thrust with total need against your tongue and soft lips, as you finish my thought.

10 April 2026

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One day As a wife, I never expected a simple day at the beach to turn into something I would never forget. It started with just my husband and me escaping to a quiet, hidden stretch of sand, far away from everything. We swam, laughed, and enjoyed the freedom of being alone together. While in the water, we met a friendly, attractive stranger. What began as light conversation slowly turned into something more charged, something unspoken that I could feel building in the air. My husband stayed close, watching in silence, his presence steady but intense, as if he already sensed the direction the day was taking. As the sun lowered and the world felt distant, I found myself caught between curiosity and thrill, between my husband’s gaze and the stranger’s attention. In that moment, everything felt new, daring, and unforgettable—like stepping into a version of myself I had never met before. It was a fun day never expected my husband would accept me getting fucked by a stranger☺️. As he was happy watching quietly and stroking his penis. I would like to try this again while my husband watch me getting fucked really hard as i enjoy him watching me.

10 April 2026

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This story is from many years ago. I was freshly single after coming out of a long term relationship and was just enjoying myself and not looking for anything serious. Luckily I’d found other people in a similar situation. On this particular day it was a warm spring afternoon a friend had come around to catch up and also to, in her words, ‘fuck’. When I opened the door to her she looked stunning. I could see she had on a short skirt with a tight white singlet type top with red bra sticking out of it. Looking down she had matching red stockings on. We kissed passionately and she came inside. I got us drinks and we sat chatting and catching up. I was sitting opposite her and could now see her matching red suspender belt holding up her stockings. As we chatted we were also flirting and teasing each other. Tina was enjoying moving and teasing me and I could see the stockings and garter led up to a sheer lacey g-string. She kept flashing me with a dirty grin on her face. A couple of time whilst we chatted she reached down putting her hand on her pussy and rubbing it asking me “is this what you want?” She loved teasing me. My manhood was stirring both at the visual and her question. But we kept drinking and catching up. We never rushed as we always had long sessions which usually resulted in her staying over. After about half a hour of this we were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. I wasn’t expecting anyone so excused myself and went to answer the door making sure my tshirt was covering the semi I had. I opened the door to be greeted by Helen another friend of mine, but who I wasn’t expecting. Without thinking I invited her in. ‘Fuck what have I done?’ Was racing through my head. You see both women knew each other however neither knew I was fucking the other one. Tina would be fine with it as she knew I had other lovers. But not Helen, this wasn’t going to be cool with her. You see Tina was a very sex confident person and very openly talked about sex. Helen was much more reserved and much preferred a slower more sensual time. I decided there was nothing I could do so I offered her a drink and told her that Tina was in the lounge as she too had dropped in for a coffee. To which Helen said, “that’s fine but you need to get rid of her as I’ve come for a fuck!” I’d guessed that already as tats why she usually just dropped in but was not normally that forward. ‘Shit what do I do now?’ Raced through my head. I finished making her a coffee and we went to the lounge to join Tina. Helen sat on the couch next to Tina and I was opposite them. Looking at them both still wondering what the fuck I do. Tina was being very evil and kept flashing her red g-string at me. We chatted and drank all the time both women signalling me to get rid of the other one. Helen excused herself to use the toilet and again signalled to me to get rid of Tina as she walked off. Once she’d left the room Tina came over and we made out passionately. She told me she was ready to go and needed me to find a way to get rid of Helen. While we made out she was rubbing my cock and making me hard. We heard Helen coming back so she stopped and went back to the couch. Helen again joined her on the couch and now it was her turn to wind me up. She too was wearing a short skirt and when she sat she deliberately flashed her naked pussy to me. Wow I could see she was freshly waxed, which explained why she was so horny as she always came over after being waxed as it made her horny. We all kept chatting with me hiding my hard on as both women kept sneakily flashing me. Eventually Tina went to the toilet and again as she left she motioned to me to get rid of Helen. This time it was Helen who came over and we made out. She had her hand rubbing my cock which she was pleased to feel was already hard. I took the opportunity to run one hand up her thigh to her naked pussy. I could feel how warm it was and so started to tease her clit. She was very ready for some attention. She stopped kissing me and told me to hurry up and get rid of Tina as she needed a fuck! I kept teasing her clit and she was gently writhing on my fingers. Her hand on my cock felt so good and I was lost in the enjoyment. We were interrupted suddenly by Tina’s voice, “Well Helen I hope you’re willing to share him!” This made us both jump and stop kissing and Helen took her hand off of my cock. It was to late, we were busted as Tina was standing right behind Helen. “Don’t stop I’m enjoying watching!” She continued to say with a giggle in her voice. My hand was still on Helen’s pussy with my fingers teasing her clit, her face showed she was shocked but she hadn’t moved away or tried to stop me so I kept teasing her clit. To my surprise she leant down and started kissing me again. Tina moved around to the other side of my chair and lifted her skirt exposing her sweet and clearly wet pussy which no longer had her g-string covering, “play with me too, tease my cunt!” So with my other hand I reached out and started playing with her clit. She started kissing and biting my neck as I played with them both. Her hand reached down and joined Helen’s which had returned to rubbing my cock and balls. The girls were now taking it in turns to kiss me. Both girls pussies were grinding on my hands and I could feel how wet they both were. I decided to try and slide my fingers into Helen, she was aroused enough and it was fairly easy so i started to finger fuck her pussy. She stopped kissing me so Tina took the opportunity to take over. I then with my other hand started to part Tina’s pussy lips and slid two fingers into her pussy which was also wet enough to allow this. I now had fingers inside both girls pussies and was gently fucking them. Tina leant in but this time instead of kissing me she leant over towards Helen and kissed her, which to my surprise Helen didn’t shy away from. As they kissed Tina was undoing my pants and pulled my cock out. There I was exposed to them both very hard from their attention. They finished kissing and Tina said to Helen, “I want to see you suck that!” Helen moved so that I had to stop playing with her and knelt on the floor. She moved forward and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. Tina did just watch Helen sucking me as I kept finger fucking her pussy. Tina commented on how good Helen looked sucking my cock. Then she too moved away stopping me from playing with her and she knelt on the floor also and started to help Helen suck my cock. I was looking down and watching the two of them licking and sucking my cock together. My hottest memory from that moment was watching both tongues either side of my knob and working it over until they touched and intertwined with each other. It was so sexy to see as well as feel. After a while of that I asked Helen to stop and stand up and put one foot up on the arm of the chair. I then lent down and started to lick and suck on her pussy. It was all too awkward and it was then that Tina suggested we should move to my room. Once in my room I was busy making out with Helen and we were undressing each other while Tina watched and undressed herself. Once we were all naked the girls got me to lay on the bed and they both resumed sucking my cock. After a few minutes Tina stopped and came and straddled my face so I could lick her pussy. She too was freshly shaved and my tongue soon started to explore her pussy lips and clit. She was moaning and talking dirty as I licked her. She told Helen to join her and climb on and ride me. Helen did as was suggested and straddled my cock before sliding onto me and slowly started riding me. Tina seemed to be enjoying being in charge and Helen was happily doing as she was told. I couldn’t really see but knew by the sounds that the girls were making out as they both rode my tongue and cock. For the next hour or so we all fucked and sucked in lots of different ways. Including me fucking the girls doggy while they licked the other girls pussy. Me fucking only one of them while the other one watched and played with themselves. My first orgasm of the session was while Helen was on her back and I was fucking her mouth as Tina had instructed. At the same time Tina was licking Helen’s pussy. Tina knew I was close to coming and told me to blow in Helen’s mouth. That was all I needed and did blow my load. Once I’d finished my orgasm I laid down and Tina stopped licking her pussy and moved to make out with Helen. Both girls knew I could always go again straight away. So Helen climbed on top of me again and started to ride me. Tina had at some point got a toy and was playing with herself while watching Helen fuck me and was talking dirty to us as she did. Helen had several more orgasms and I could feel myself getting close to cumming. Both of them made it clear they wanted me to come. Soon enough as she kept grinding down on me I blew my load with Helen having another orgasm herself. As our orgasms subsided she climbed off and laid next to me. Then reality partly how with Helen looking at her watch and swearing as she had planned for a quickly and had to get to work. So she asked to grab a shower. While she was in the shower Tina got me hard again and we continued on our own. When Helen came out of the ensuite I was already fucking Tina again. Helen came and kissed me goodbye and said not to stop and thanked me before leaving. Tina and I did fuck for more of the arvo until it was time for dinner. I did continue to see both ladies but Helen made it clear that what happened was a very enjoyable one off. But the memories of that session have stuck with me.

10 April 2026

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Ik heb je leren kennen via deze online-datingsite, waarbij ik op een zaterdagavond het eerste berichtje naar je gezonden heb. Eigenlijk in de veronderstelling dat dat in een zwart gat zou verdwijnen. Waarom schreef ik je eigenlijk dat berichtje? Oh ja, je profiel had het over ‘warm kunnen worden van een fantasie. En die misschien dan ook wel laten uitkomen…. ‘ Dus heb ik je mijn fantasie gedeeld: “Ik kan me zomaar voorstellen dat we afspreken in cafe ‘de Burgt’, en dan vraag ik of je iets van me wil drinken. Je zegt ja, ik reageer vrolijk, bestel jouw drankje, en leg terloops mijn hand op je rug, net boven je billen. Ik voel de warmte van jouw rug door de soepele stof van je jurkje. Jij voelt dat ik mijn vingers niet stil hou, maar dat die proberen je wervels een beetje beet te pakken. Je ziet dat ik overduidelijk naar je kijk, eigenlijk, je ziet dat ik ongegeneerd naar je decolleté kijk. Je krijgt je drankje, en we besluiten het smalle trapje naar de overloop te nemen. Ooit stond daar de flipperkast, maar nu zijn er 2 tafeltjes voor 2. ik begeleid je naar het achterste tafeltje, ik zorg dat je makkelijk kan zitten, en terwijl ik het stoeltje zacht onder / tegen je aanschuif, buig ik naar voren en voel je dat het puntje van mijn tong net je rechter oorlel aanraakt. Ik ga tegenover je zitten, en doe alsof ik de menukaart bekijk. Vooral doen alsof, want ik kan mijn ogen niet van je decolleté afhouden. Jij hebt dat door, want terwijl jij nonchalant jouw voorkeur voor het eten benoemd, voel ik een van jouw voeten langzaamaan aan de binnenkant van mijn rechterbeen omhooggaan. Je begon bij mijn enkel, maar na 15 seconden was je al bijna bij mijn knie. Ok, ik moet me nu echt concentreren, lezen gaat eigenlijk niet meer. Ik zak wat onderuit en voel mijn pik voorzichtig tintelen in de hoop dat jouw voet nog verder dan mijn knie zal gaan. Ik mompel nog wat onzin over de menukaart, maar kan mijn gedachten er eigenlijk niet bijhouden. Gelukkig daalt je voet heel subtiel weer naar mijn enkel en kan ik genoeg ademhalen om snel een keuze te maken uit de kaart, en het gesprek verder met je op te pakken. Je kijkt me recht in mijn ogen aan en vraagt heel zacht, “waar word je geiler van, het staren naar mijn borsten, of van mijn voet langs je been?”. Ik verslik me bijkans in mijn drankje. Die directe vraag had ik niet zien aankomen. Iets luider zeg je, ‘natuurlijk doen we een voorgerecht en een hoofdgerecht’. Ik knik ja, en moet nog bedenken welk antwoord ik op je eerste vraag moet geven. Ik zeg wat zachter, ‘die voet van je had niet veel hoger moeten komen, want dan komt mijn pik gewoon opgevouwen klem te zitten’. Hardop zeg je, ‘dan moet je daar toch even wat aan gaan doen’. Ik begrijp de hint, sta op en wurm me langs het tafeltje, en beweeg me langs jou. Nonchalant buig je even naar links en raakt jouw elleboog zachtjes mijn kruis. Je doet het er gewoon om is mijn conclusie.   Ik bezoek het toilet, zorg dat mijn pik rechtop in mijn boxer zit en begeef me weer naar ons tafeltje. “Alles ok?” vraag je met een ondeugende glimlach. Ik ga zitten, en zeg dat ik nu wel wat prettiger zit. Intussen is iemand van de bediening achter ons verschenen om de bestelling op te nemen, en terwijl jij aangeeft wat jouw keuze is voel ik weer jouw voet langs mijn been gaan, maar nu direct naar mijn knie en hoger. En terwijl jouw voet zich heel zachtjes een weg naar mijn kruis baant probeer ik op een normale manier mijn bestelling door te geven. Je ziet hoe ik er mee worstel en je maakt het nog wat erger door nog even wat verder achterover te leunen waardoor je borsten zich nog beter tonen in je jurkje. Met enige moeite kan ik zonder rare bijgeluiden mijn keuze doorgeven, en nadat de bediening weg is, haal je ook heel zachtjes je voet weer tussen mijn bovenbenen vandaan. “En” vraag je, “zit je nog een beetje comfortabel?”, met een speelse twinkeling in je ogen. “Ach” zeg ik “dat gaat best wel”. “Zal ik dan nog even doorgaan terwijl we wachten op het voorgerecht?” zeg je tegen me. Maar zonder op mijn antwoord te wachten voel ik je voet weer bij mijn knieën en verder. Ik ga ervoor zitten, en doe bewust mijn benen wat van elkaar, direct ga je met je voet naar mijn kruis, en voel ik je met je tenen aftasten wat er gebeurt. De tinteling in mijn pik is nu echt wel overgegaan in een stijve, en ik merk dat je met je tenen een indruk wil krijgen ‘hoe stijf’ dan wel. Ik probeer je ‘gewoon’ aan te kijken, terwijl je het gesprek gaande houdt. De twinkeling in je ogen is duidelijk zichtbaar, je geniet ervan dat jij bepaalt wat er gebeurt. Het lukt me redelijk om naar je ogen te blijven kijken, maar af en toe dwalen ze zeker af naar je borsten, de welvingen in je jurkje die door de contouren van je bh prachtig zijn vormgegeven. Ik zie me in gedachten al heel zachtjes met mijn tong over de welvingen gaan, en rondjes draaien om je tepels. Bruut wordt mijn gedachtegang onderbroken door de bediening die het voorgerecht komt serveren. Ik doe een poging om mijn aandacht te richten op het gerecht, maar jij houdt gewoon je voet tussen mijn dijen, en alleen wanneer jij je aandacht richt op het voorgerecht, voel ik dat je tenen even stilvallen. “Gelukkig” denk ik, want ik realiseer me dat ik dit geen uur ‘droog’ ga houden. Ik verbaas me hoe jij dit kan, mij ‘opgeilen’ en zelf volkomen ontspannen keuvelen, eten, lachen en aan de andere kant van de tafel zitten. “Erg” vind ik het niet. We hebben het voorgerecht afgerond, de tafel is weer wat leger, en terwijl je nog steeds je voet tussen mijn dijen hebt, buig je weer wat voorover en zeg je zachtjes tegen me: ‘ik wil zo jou wel even proeven, en zo ga ik dat doen: Jij gaat naar het toilet, wast je handen, droogt ze af en ga dan het hokje in. Vervolgens maak je je broek los, en zorg je dat je jouw rechterduim flink over je eikel haalt, onder je voorhuid, want ik weet dat er al van alles uit loopt. Je trekt door, doet je broek dicht en komt weer naar boven zonder je handen te wassen. Wanneer je dan weer langs me schuift naar je stoel zorg je dat ik jouw rechterduim in mijn mond kan nemen, niemand die dat kan zien. Begrepen?”. Ik knik, en voel het bloed naar mijn wangen stromen, en ik begin direct mijn stoel naar achter te schuiven, en schuifel weer langs haar op weg naar de trap. Nu geen elleboog langs mijn kruis, maar ik zie dat jij jouw ogen er vol op richt, daarna kijk je mij aan. “tot zo” fluister je. Ik weet niet hoe snel ik de trap af loop, linea recta naar het toilet, en begin met het wassen van mijn handen, en die goed afdrogen. Ik doe de deur achter mij dicht, en mijn broek los. Inderdaad zie ik allerlei nattigheid glinsteren op mijn eikel. Ik zorg dat mijn rechterduim helemaal onder zit, trek mijn broek omhoog en wil de knoop dicht doen. Fuck, bijna met mijn rechterhand. Met links gaat echt minder handig, maar het lukt uiteindelijk wel. Ook de vergrendeling van de deur van het toilet is met links ‘niet vanzelfsprekend’. Gelukkig is er niemand anders die kan zien dat ik het handenwassen nu even oversla. De trap weer op, oh ja, ook de rechterleuning niet gebruiken. Maar ik ben boven, loop nu rustig naar ons plekje en wurm me weer langs jou, terwijl ik zorg dat mijn rechterduim voor jouw mond goed bereikbaar is. Je aarzelt geen moment, je opent je lippen, kijkt me aan en neemt mijn duim helemaal in je mond, en ik voel je tong alles aflikken…. Voor mijn gevoel sta ik een kwartier stil wanneer jij me een zetje geeft waardoor ik doorloop en zelf kan gaan zitten. Je kijkt me aan en zegt “wow, dat smaakt naar meer….“, en direct voel ik je voet weer tussen mijn dijen, en je tenen nu tegen mijn ballen… Ik denk inmiddels eigenlijk maar aan 1 ding, en dat is niet meer het hoofdgerecht. Toch lukt het mij om redelijk het gesprek op gang te houden en te eten, en ergens vraag je of je nog een stukje mag proeven. Ik bied je een stukje van mijn vis aan, op een lepel met mijn rechterhand uitgestoken. Maar je wilde mij vis niet proeven, je duwt de lepel opzij en likt nog even aan mijn duim…. Het hoofdgerecht komt tot een eind, en ik stel voor dat we wellicht nog even de dessertkaart kunnen inkijken. “Nee” zeg je resoluut, “het toetje doen we elders…” en je wenkt de bediening om te mogen afrekenen. Ik stribbel niet tegen, en na het afrekenen sta je op, loop je voor me het trapje af, halen we onze jassen en verlaten we het cafe. Voor ik kan zeggen ‘waar naar toe’ neem jij mijn hand en zeg je, “ik woon hier niet ver vandaan”. Twee blokken is inderdaad niet ver, je loopt de trap van het portiek op, voor me uit, en opent de deur aan de linkerkant. ‘Hier kan je jas” zeg je “en doe je schoenen uit”. Ik gehoorzaam. En volg je, je gaat rechts een deur in, het blijkt jouw slaapkamer wanneer je een lichtje aandoet. Jij gaat voor me staan, met je rug naar het bed, trekt me wat naar je toe, en je zegt “en nu ga ik eerst voor jouw toetje zorgen”. Met een hand trek je de rits van je jurkje naar beneden, en stap je eruit. Je gaat in je lingerie op het bed zitten, en grijpt mijn broeksband. Maakt de knoop en de rits los en trekt hem over mijn knieen. Een van jouw handen gaat over mijn boxer en de andere gaat via het broekspijpje direct naar mijn ballen. Ik kreun en in stilte hoop ik op een enorme blowjob. Je trekt nu ook mijn boxer naar beneden, maar in plaats van je mond neem je met je ene hand mijn stijve pik, en met je andere hand mijn ballen vast, niet strak, wel geil en je begint me verder af te trekken… Je kijkt geconcentreerd naar mijn pik terwijl je vooral heel lekker je beide handen gebruikt om mij gericht af te trekken. Ik kreun nog wat, want praten is al lang niet meer mogelijk. Je kijkt me aan en vraagt “kan je nu mijn bh losmaken, je denk dat je zo over mijn borsten gaat klaarkomen. Daarna ga ik achteroverliggen en is het jouw toetje, je mag ze aflikken”…. Ik bedenk me geen twee tellen, maar ben toch weer minder handig dan ik denk. Na poging drie is de sluiting los, en je bh ergens op bed. Ik heb een geweldig uitzicht op je borsten, en terwijl ik denk daar nog even van te kunnen genieten, kom ik klaar en spuit ik over je borsten. Meer over je linkerborst dan over je rechterborst .Je zorgt ervoor dat de laatste druppels op een van je tepels terecht komen en gaat liggen, “Nu is jouw toetje klaar” zeg je, “begin boven aan nu het nog warm is, en dan naar beneden” terwijl je je benen spreidt…” Nadat ik mijn fantasie in delen geplakt had in het bericht venstertje, begon voor mij het wachten. Eigenlijk niet, want inmiddels weet ik dat wachten zinloos is. Ik open een nieuwspagina in een ander venster en laat de dating-site openstaan. En dan zie ik het bolletje bij jouw profiel “groen” worden. Verder niets, ik scroll door meer nieuwspagina’s, 5 minuten, nog steeds niets…. 10 minuten, nog steeds niets… En dan, een ‘rood belletje’, een nieuw bericht. Ik open het, het is van jou. Kort, 2 regels. Woensdag 8 april 20:30 Cafe de Burgt Ik draag een donkerrood jurkje met Louboutin’s

9 April 2026

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I was staying over at my friends house, set up in their guest bedroom. We had said goodnight and I was trying to go to sleep. Just before I was about to doze off, I heard a female voice moaning from down the hall. I froze, knowing exactly what it was but not believing it could be. The moaning was rhythmic and load with a few “fucks” thrown in there. It turned me on almost immediately, feeling my cock growing. I started stroking to the moans, imagining them fucking only a couple rooms away. That’s when I got curious. If I can hear them did they forget to close the door? I slowly and quietly opened my door, poking my head around the door as well as my other head. The moaning was so much louder in the hallway. I slowly and carefully walked along the carpet to the two master bedroom doors. As I suspected it wasn’t closed properly, one door slightly ajar. I got as close as I could without touching the door and looked through the gap. I saw my friends mum riding her husband hard. Bouncing on top of him, her naked back and long hair rising and falling with her moans. Her perfectly toned, petite body dominating her husbands cock. Her peachy ass slapping on his big legs and groin every time she impaled herself on his cock. His grunting was softer but deep and masculine. Although she was doing most of the work, she was in bliss. As I watched this erotic show, I couldn’t help but pull out my cock and stroke. My breaths shallow as I jerked my rock hard cock to the site before me. I was transfixed on them and started thinking of my younger cock inside her mature, MILF pussy. I almost wanted to be caught so that I could see more of her sexy naked body, and fantasied about being asked to fuck her by her husband. In what seemed like a split second, I was going to cum. The site was too much, the thoughts sending me over the edge. I came hard spurting ropes in my hand but some dribbled out onto the floor. I panicked internally but snuck backwards to the bathroom back down the hall to clean myself up. The moans continued, making me harder almost immediately. I went back to my bed and jerked off again. I often think about that night and how sexy the sights and sounds were. They never mentioned the cum I left on the carpet in the hallway but I like to imagine if they found it, they would know what had happened and be as turned on as me.

8 April 2026

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The chains rattled on my wrists, my body tensing as my hearing picked up the sounds of his movements. I swallowed hard, then gasped as he took a fistful of my hair in one large hand. He tugged. My head tilted. I groaned as my depths tightened. All I could do was clench my fists around my chains and bite my lip. His smirk was audible. A few easy movements of his free hand snapped open my jeans. I shivered at the icy touch of his fingers. His chin pressed into my shoulder, his securing hand forcing me to meet his orangey-golden gaze. I was completely at the mercy of his probing touch, getting progressively wetter. My eyelids shuddered and I moaned more. He smirked. “Music,” he prided. “Perfect music.” He started playing me so bad... I breathed hard, my chest heaving beneath my white top. Staring him in the eyes felt like a dare. Dangerous and stupid. He could so easily break me with little more than a flinch. Another swallow bolstered my courage. “How do you do this to me?” I managed to stay even voiced. He chuckled, forcefully holding me still and leaning my face close. “Because you want me to. Your body is aching for it.” I couldn’t deny it, so I said nothing. His fingers flexed. I moaned desperately, biting my lip. “I wonder,” he mewed, pressing his lips to my throat, “how long until you’re begging me to be inside you?” I tried to be defiant. “I... I can last longer than last time...” “After all this time apart?” He shook his head. “Oh, my love, I really would be surprised.” Another flex. Another gasping moan. He was right. I wouldn’t last long, my need for him burning in me. “Let’s try something a little different,” he decided, his grasp on my hair easing as his other hand let me go. I’ll admit, I was a little disappointed. I watched as he carefully unlocked my wrists from the shackles, my right first, then my left. Rubbing my wrists, I turned as he stood over me, his golden eyes blazing into my steel blue ones. Another hard swallow and a sharp shaking breath rattled my chest. He really was stunning. “Take your tops off,” he instructed me. Biting my lip, I obeyed with only the slightest hesitation. He stopped me as I tugged the hem of my white t-shirt up over my flat midriff. “Slowly,” he purred through that sultry smirk, his fangs gleaming. Without a word, I complied again. I was deliberate about stripping, taking a little pleasure in watching him study my movements. It took a full three minutes for me to fully remove my shirt and singlet, leaving me in only my bra. A little smirk of my own tugged at my lips as I the strain of his arousal before me. It was hotter than I thought. My hands worked the hooks of my bra and I wrapped one arm in front of my modest breasts. Casting the dark blue, white laced bra aside, I fingered the fly of my jeans. He was up in an instant, his hands capturing my wrists. “No, no,” he said. “Leave your jeans.” “You don’t want me to strip all the way?” I asked, tilting my head and looking him in the eyes. He grinned and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m a man who likes to do some of the work myself. Besides, I am so looking forward to taking my sweet time with you, my girl.” That comment made me shiver. “Turn around. Arms behind your back,” he directed calmly before moving away. “Don’t move or turn around. If you do, I’ll have to punish you, sweetheart.” Slowly, I turned from him and let my wrists cross at the small of my back. The room was cool, but that was just because it was deep beneath the house. If I hadn’t seen the way down there for myself, I wouldn’t have believed that that room was bordered by stone walls. Like a crypt. I shivered at that thought. No matter how many times he brought me to that room and plush it had been setup, I still cringed at the fact that we were in a miniature catacomb. There was something really disturbing about that. Especially with the tunnel he’d showed me that actually did lead to the mausoleum on the other side of the grounds. I nearly jumped as his hands caressed my bare back, one finger tracing down my spine. I swallowed back and lifted my head, trying not to appear scared. “Relax,” he whispered into my ear. “You know you’re safe with me, baby. I’ll never cause you harm.” I glanced back through my hair tentatively. “I know. I’m just... nervous...” He kissed my neck, driving desire into me. “I know, baby. But you trust me. Don’t you?” “With my life.” “Then, relax. I promise you’ll enjoy this.” Taking in a few slow, deep breaths, I urged my body to comply. He wasn’t using his influence, so my emotions were a little more untamed than normal, but I knew that wouldn’t remain. He was saving that pleasure for later. I shivered just thinking about it. A smooth nylon rope began to secure my wrists. The slithering of its length on my skin was delightful and so sensual. It made every nerve ending it touched flare. I couldn’t help a gasp of pleasure as I felt the knot inside grow. He was deliberate in every move, making sure that I felt more and more with every touch. His hands were well practiced, tracing the shapes of my arms as he applied his art. Shibari was an artistic love of his. He really did adore roping me. My arms tightened against each other, pressure building in my shoulders. I groaned out again. This felt so good in a way I hadn’t expected. Who knew something so sensory could do so much? Another length was added, encircling each of my upper arms in intricate loops. He entrapped my sternum with the same length, securing me firmly. I half expected him to wrap my shoulders and frame my chest, but he didn’t. He simply wound a few strands around my midriff, bound my arms, and tied the final knot. “There,” he breathed against my throat, hot against my skin. “Perfect. You really are a wonderful canvas, girl.” “Th...thanks...” I murmured, my chest heaving and my fingers flexing. “That’s a little informal,” he cupped my throat with one hand as the other caressed and teased my belly. I was hard up against his chest, my hands close to his growing desire. I could feel it. But right now I was more focused on his right hand toying with my smooth skin. “Maybe I shouldn’t reward you like I was planning...” he mused. I shuddered and shook my head. “Please... please don’t make me beg... please...” I felt him smirk against my ear. “Such desperation. But can you remember how you’re supposed to refer to me, girl?” I swallowed back and whispered: “Y-yes... Master...” “Good girl,” he prided. A moment later I was on my back on the bed, dizzy and dazed. He’d moved me three feet and turned me to face him so incredibly fast. I was trying to regain my equilibrium as he was positioning pillows under my shoulders and hips to take the pressure off my arms. He wasn’t lying when he’d promised to take care of me.

6 April 2026

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Just a fantasy… that I wish would happen. You send a message that reads, “Hi there mate! Does your wife still fuck you?” I look at your profile… You’re a tall, large, well endowed man. You’re a straight guy who seems to be after married women. I reply “Not very often” You reply “Maybe she’s wanting to try a real man, who’s very well endowed” I reply “Although that would be hot, that’d be very hard to setup” You reply “So you’d be okay with me trying then?” I reply “Yes, but how?” You reply “Just invite me over as a work colleague/pub friend. Let me befriend her. Swap numbers with her. Take her out for coffee while you’re at work. Visit her while she’s lonely. Talk to her about the lack of sex you give her. You get the picture…” I reply “Sounds doable. Let’s meet up?” We meet up, and I tell you lots of her likes and dislikes, before I bring you home and introduce you to her. You successfully befriend my wife… swap numbers, and agree to meet up for coffee. A couple of weeks later, I’d just finished my lunch break at work, when I receive a message from you. It read “Your wife may be a little sore down there for a bit. I just fucked her for nearly an hour”

6 April 2026

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Het is al laat, over een half uurtje komt mijn meester mij halen. Hij had iets leuks voor me in petto ik moest zorgen dat ik uitgerust ben dus het zal wel een heftig avondje worden. Mijn vriend is pas laat thuis en ik heb hem wijsgemaakt dat ik een dag cursus heb morgen en dat ik de nacht in een hotel daar vlakbij doorbreng, dat komt wel vaker voor dus hij zal vast niks vermoeden. Ik kom vanonder de douche en trek mijn sexy kleding aan, een miniscuul stringetje, jaretels met kousen en een doorschijnende bh. Daar over heen een kort naveltruitje en een super kort rokje waar mn billen bijna onderuit komen. Ik bekijk mezelf in de spiegel en fantaseer over wat er komen gaat, van dat fantaseren word mn kutje al lekker nat. Even mezelf tot de orde roepen mijn meester kan hier elk moment zijn, en op dat moment hoor ik een auto stoppen ik gluur even door het gordijn en het is hem. Ik trek snel mijn hoge pumps en mijn lange jas aan en loop naar zn auto en stap in. Hallo meester zeg ik nederig, hallo geil sletje ben je klaar voor een avondje met mij? Absoluut zeg ik, ondertussen geeft hij mij een blinddoek; doe die maar om zegt hij. Ik doe de blinddoek om en we gaan rijden. Na een 20 minuutjes rijden stoppen we, mijn meester begeleid me ergens naar binnen. Trek je jas maar uit en ga hier maar op handen en knieen wachten beveelt hij, en ik hoor hem weglopen. Even later komt hij weer terug, hij houd wat onder mijn neus en zegt snuif dit maar op want het word een lange nacht. Ik neem 2 flinke teugen en voel de coke in mn neus branden. Ondertussen hoor ik meer voetstappen en wat geroezemoes, volgens mij komen er nog meer mensen binnen. Dan hoor ik mn meester zeggen dit sletje gaan we vanavond en vannacht eens lekker onder handen nemen. Ik voel mn rokje omhooggetrokken worden, er glijden een paar vingers over mijn stringetje en daarna gelijk een tik op mn kont. Dan hoor ik een zweepje zwiepen en weer een aantal tikken op mijn kont, ondertussen zegt iemand open je mond sletje en terwijl ik die open voel ik zo een dikke pik mn mond in glijden. Die pik gaat steeds dieper mn keel in tot ik zijn ballen tegen mijn kin voel. Het kwijl loopt uit mn mond en de tranen over mijn wangen, ondertussen gaat mijn kont steeds meer gloeien van de ontelbare tikken die ik daar krijg. Met de hand met een zweepje, ze zijn me gewoon met een aantal man flink onder handen aan het nemen. Maar dan stoppen de tikken en voel ik hoe mijn billen uit elkaar getrokken worden en voel ik een eikel tegen mijn kutje aandrukken, hij stoot hem in een keer diep naar binnen en ik slaak een kreun van genot. Hij begint me keihard te neuken en geeft af en toe een tik op mn billen. Ondertussen word de pik uit mijn mond gehaald, fijn even op adem komen denk ik maar gelijk voel ik weer een pik mn mond ingaan wel een andere dit keer. Ook die begint hem lekker in mijn keel te schuiven. Ik word hier zo geil van hier heb ik al lang van gefantaseerd en nu is het eindelijk zo ver. Dan voel ik ook de pik uit mijn kutje gaan en ook die word vervangen door een andere, ik voel het vocht langs mijn benen naar beneden lopen. Dan hoor ik mn meester zeggen doe die blinddoek maar af, ja meester zeg ik en ik doe hem af. Ik kijk eens rond me en er zijn wel 8 mannen, heerlijk! 8 mannen om mij te gebruiken als de zaadslet die ik ben. Een van de mannen gaat liggen en mijn meester zegt dan ik op zn pik moet gaan zitten, als ik mn kletsnatte kutje over zijn pik schuif komt mn meester achter me staan en drukt zijn pik tegen mn kontgaatje aan. Ben je er klaar voor zegt hij en beetje bij beetje schuift hij zn heerlijke pik bij me naar binnen. De andere mannen komen om me heen staan en houden hun pikken bij mn mond, een voor een zuig en trek ik ze lekker af. Heerlijk ik heb het ene orgasme na het andere en het vocht spuit uit mn kutje keer op keer. Ze wisselen allemaal lekker af zodat iedereen al mijn gaatjes lekker kan gebruiken. Dan begint de eerste klaar te komen, hij spuit een deel in mn mond en de rest op mn tieten. Heerlijk hier kan ik zo van genieten. Dan komt de volgende die spuit zo alles in mijn gezicht. De rest komt allemaal om me heen staan terwijl ik daar braaf op mijn knietjes zit, ik blijf ondertussen lekker door pijpen en trekken. De een na de ander spuit zn lading over me heen en in mijn mondje wat ik natuurlijk allemaal braaf oplik en doorslik. Daar zit ik dan helemaal afgeneukt onder het zaad...

5 April 2026

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