When I first separated from my Ex-wife, I headed out on a meet and great on a Saturday night. I met up with a woman from a dating site at a local restaurant and had a meal and a few drinks before she informed me she had to head home as the babysitter was only booked to 10 pm. We arranged to meet the next day for a more intimate catch up as her ex-partner had her kids that day. I kissed her good night, and we headed off. As the night was early, and after chatting with this hot lady, I was horny. I headed off to the local nightlife spot to have a couple more drinks and see if I could find some company for the night. At the bar, I was chatting to a friend having a few drinks and my ex-wife Karen and her work friends walk in. She was dressed to impress, and i saw one of her work friends, the young store man she had told me she fantasied about fucking. Before we had split, I had discussed with her about swinging and if she ever wanted to fuck someone else, and she said no. But then told me about her fantasy of fucking the young (he was 19 storeman (Dale) at work. As the night went on Karen had a few drinks and came up to me and said she had not had sex for awhile and when she leaves could she come to my place. Because of the meeting earlier in the night, I was horny and said yes. But remembering the fantasy, I had a thought. I asked Karen what the occasion was to be out with her work friends. She informed me Dale was moving to Melbourne for university. Then Karen headed back to her group and started to dance with Dale. As the night went on I went over to Karen on the dance floor and said I was heading off home and to call when on her way. Karen said she finish the dance and share a taxi, then Dale piped up and said he wanted another drink with Karen. So I invited Dale to join us for a drink at my place. He was unsure, and so was Karen, I said it would be fine. Karen then whispered in my ear that she wanted sex not a drink. I whispered back it would be just one drink or could be a little more if she wanted. Karen turned to Dale and said come on lets have a drink at his place. We headed out I got a taxi and Dale sat on one side, Karen in the middle and me on the other side. Karen had a skirt and a button-up shirt on, I ran my hand up her leg and Dale was watching. I made sure the skirt came up and Dale could she Karen's panties. I could feel her wetness as I rubbed her pussy and she let out a sigh. Dale saw this and suggested he would head home once we got back to my place and I said no come in for a drink. We all got out of the taxi and went inside. I got the drinks and gave them to Karen and Dale. I went into the bedroom and got the condoms and lube out and went back and joined them in the living room. I kissed Karen and was chatting to Dale about going to university. I asked him straight up if he ever had sex. He answered no, and I said he have fun at university after hour. I unbuttoned Karen's top and unclipped her bra letting her breasts fall free. Her nipples were erect and Dale was looking at Karen's breasts when he got up and said he should leave. I told him he should not leave as Karen had a fantasy of fucking him and if he wanted to he could her tonight. You could tell Dale was nervous and could see his hard on in his pants. I told Karen to kiss Dale and she did hesitantly. I removed her unbutton top and bra and invited Dale to suck her breasts, which he did. I grabbed her skirt and soaking panties. I started to finger he wet pussy as Dale was sucking her breasts. I suggested we move into the bedroom and told Dale to get undressed and I did the same. I told Karen to sit on my face so I could eat her and for her to suck Dale's cock, which she did. Karen climaxed in no time and I climbed out from under her, while she was still sucking Dale's cock. I handed Karen a condom and said she might as well put that on Dale's cock, which she did and then laid down. Dale was looking at Karen's naked body lying in front of him leg spread waiting for him to enter. I said to Dale what are you doing Karen wants you to fuck her, he climbed between her legs and she guided his erect cock inside her wet pussy. Once inside her she let go of his cock and encouraged him to fuck her and he started to trusted inside her. I kissed Karen and played with her breasts and sucked on her erect nipples. Dale stopped trusting and moaned as he had just cum. He slide his now limp dick out of Karen with a condom full of cum. I told Dale to lie down and Karen got on all fours and kissed him. I moved behind her and entered her pussy doggie style. I started to thrust gently inside her and she was getting excited and she continued to kiss Dale. She moved one hand onto Dale's cock which was now starting to harden due to the sight of Karen getting fucked in front of him and the attention from Karen. I began thrusting harder as she moaned in pleasure. She started to orgasm so I stepped up the trusting and I was pounding into her with a slapping sound on her ass. i cum deep inside her pussy filling it full of cum, i slowed my thrusting down and withdrew my cock from her creampied pussy. I moved around so she could suck our combined juices from my cock. I notice Dale was hard by this stage again so I encouraged Karen to keep sucking me until i was also hard. I passed another condom to Karen and said I think Dale ready for another round are you? She put the condom on Dale and said yes and I told Karen to climb on top of Dale. So she did sliding his cock into her cum filled pussy. He mentioned how wet she was and I told him she was full of cum, he had a big smile on his face. She started to ride his cock and I could see she was starting to get worked up and she grabbed hold of my cock. I took her hand away, got the lube and applied to my cock. I positioned myself behind Karen. I dripped some lube onto her ass and positioned my cock at her ass with the tip resting against the opening. I whispered in her ear do you want me to enter. he was moaning with pleasure with Dale trusting into her pussy from below and she said yes. With that I slide my cock into her ass and she had Dale thrusting in her pussy and me inside her ass. She orgasmed shortly after i entered her from behind. Dale cum also and I told him to keep thrusting into her and not pull out. I kept thrusting into her ass and then I filled her ass with my cum. I pulled out and cum ran out her ass down over Dale's cock. We all laid down with Karen in the middle and all went to sleep. I woke up in the morning and Dale was hard so I threw him a condom and said wake Karen by fucking her. He put the condom on and entered and started to fuck her. I went to the kitchen and made three coffees and came back and Karen was cleaning the cum of his cock, she said she liked being woken up with a cock inside her. After coffee, Dale dressed and left. I filled Karen with cum again, showered and took her home. Then headed for the per-arranged date from the night before. That's another story for the future.

3 May 2025

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The room was open, a fireplace crackled in the otherwise silence. The flames lights danced around the darkness, illuminating a couch with a table, a shelf of books. In the corner with a white light bearing down an artist reviewed her canvas, adjusting brush strokes the portrait that slowly came to live with each dab of paint. In a robe, she danced before the painting, the yawning flames behind her swirling across lumps of wood and ash almost mimicking her deliberate motions. As the fire chewed through the wood, she licked the canvas with the tongue of her brush. He walked in, taller, broader, older though every time he saw her he fell into a boyish state. She was more beautiful each time he saw her. Standing in the shadows, he watched and as always admired her as she created life from a blank canvas. She pressed the brush across the hairline in the portrait, making sure to capture the strands, brushing it as though she was holding a comb. Slowly he walked to her, from the dark, across the flames orange glow and then as he stood behind her, the clean light for her art exposed them both. She paused the moment she felt his hand on her, like a kiss each time. Gently his lips found her neck, walking up her shoulder until she met him with her own. They kissed slow, deep and with a sensuality that no poet could pen or that she could ever paint for that matter. She turned to face him, her brush softly resting with the paint, walking backwards across to the couch where the flames chased them with orange light, their kiss migrated so that she now straddled him as he sat down. Their kiss continued while his hands opened her robe, beneath the silk she was naked, her breasts against his chest. She could feel his swelling, the stirring lust of his manhood. Breaking their kiss his mouth moved to one of her breasts, their he took in a nipple with his lips. She responded with a moan, her head falling back while one hand held her in place. Standing up, with her now wrapped around his body. He placed her onto the couch. She wore a thin thong, her legs opening to receive him. She could feel him as he pressed against her. The hunger of his kiss intensified, he made his way slowly down her body until he ran his tongue across the fabric of her thong. She lay back, feeling the warm eagerness of his kiss. The material separating her from his mouth teased them both. Though he lingered with the anticipation until it was too much, she sighed the moment she felt him find her naked clit. Slowly, gentle, deliberately he made love to her pussy with his mouth. With strong hands he took her by the hips, pulled her closer to him. Holding her in place, his mouth massaged and devoured her with a desperate eagerness along with a guided experience that led her to a place of delight. She felt her body respond, a rising crescendo until suddenly she shook with a finality from a blissful climax. He kissed her softly, then returned to her lips. Breathing heavily she smiled, with her eyes as much as her mouth. She grabbed him, so that now he pulled tighter against her. His cock free from his pants, teased her. Pressed against her, then entered. They moaned together as they continued their kiss. She looked down and in the warm light from the nearby flames she could see him entering her, he found a tempo that was deep, with slow constant strokes. They shared a gaze, then returned to the kiss until his cock went in further and with deeper purpose that stirred her to tremble. He smiled, while she bit down on her won lip. As her head fell, he kissed her exposed neck. In the dancing shadows he took to her neck like a hungry vampire. He lifted her up, she attached herself to him while he walked across the room. He remained deep inside of her, then as they stood before her art he raised her up and down slowly, she could feel his cock fill her with such an angle that her body became his. He handed her the paint brush. She smiled, then dabbed it into paint and then on the canvas, concentrating on her piece of art while he continued to lift her up and down on his cock. She persisted for a brief time until the pleasure was too much, clenching her hand around the brush she felt the wave of pleasure consume her. The woman disolving the artist. Holding her close against him, her head resting on his chest, he spun her around slowly. Whispering to her, holding her and then he put her back down. She stood on trembling legs. Naked she stood in front of the canvas. He behind her. Running his hands over her body, kissing the nape of her neck, his hardness still slick from her against her back. She returned to painting. He watched as he felt her body with hands that could paint her every contour. As she created, the oily paint going from blobs of colour into a living being, he lowered himself behind her, there his tongue entered slowly. Licking, pressing and probing her ass. She shuddered, struggling to concentrate. He continued to eat her from behind with an eager tongue, her paint brush struggled against the canvas. She lowered the brush, while he kept her barely standing with strong hands. She felt the inevitability of an orgasm take her. As she did, her brush swiped the art with a distinct slash. Once she recovered, he took a step back to admire her one more time. Her flush cheeks, glowing smile, eyes wet from desire. His hardness still present, though his lust restrained by his masculine need to devour her beauty with his eyes. He returned, hungry, desperate to ravish her. The brush fell to the paint again. He carried her to the couch, bending her over he took her from behind. Long powerful motions, he entered her with a need to fill her. With greater passion he moved her one more time, now on her back, deep between her legs he fucked her with an abandon that was not reckless though passionate. She could see his muscles surge, the swelling of his cock as he filled her. Then as she kissed him, her ever the beauty to his beast, she felt him erupt. Like an explosion they both clutched against one another feeling the waves of pleasure. They remained locked in place, heaving and breathing, softer kisses shared. Then once he left her body, he scooped her into his arms. Where she lay her head on his chest, she could feel his liquid passion run from her and down her legs. They both lay in the shadows of the flames looking at the piece of art that she had been creating while they each experienced the after glow of the artwork they had just enjoyed. Fin

3 May 2025

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The panties, knickers, whatever you know them as, becomes that teasing barrier. The thin fabric separates eyes, mouth, hands, and the mind itself from the womanhood that is so desired, so yearned for. A fabric that not only constricts but contains, it absorbs the musk and moisture of the feminine. If a man is able to inspire desire, to churn anticipation, then he can unravel that yearning, invoke a need. The fabric barrier can eventually weakens and even become transparent. In those moments leading to the nearing of a naked touch, the material no longer hides, it heightens. With his contact or whispering breathe, she can feel through it, his hunger. With fingers or mouth, a gentle tongue, the material can only hold for so long. He may, pull, tug or tear it from her. Or she may lift, raise or remove, if she so desires. When pulled to the side, his tongue, fingers or even his manhood itself may enter. Partially restrained, it does not deny. Peering from behind the moved material, her wet nakedness awaits. Once removed, it's heavy. Soaked, drenched, wet. The fabric absorbing the lust and nectar of her want. The material now, itself has value, her essence is what invigorates it to an object of taboo theft. To be purchased by some, or in other scenarios happened upon where the butterlfies of temptation cause thoughts of deviant borrowing. But for now, in this moment it's discarded. No longer needed. It provided it's service. The duty to cover and restrict. The boundary to nudity, beneath it that place where imagination wonders. When worn, just a glimpse of it from between the legs, up a skirt is tantalizing and now, it's on the floor. Without it, his mouth is free to devour. His tongue may roam, his eyes to feast and after waves of pleasure, they may unite. A deep dance, loins and groins, motion and thrusting. A fuck. Making love. Intercourse. From it's vantage point, the damp material, now a voyeur. Not forgotten, no longer needed. Rest well comrade, in time you shall be worn again and the ritual of desire will occur, thanks to you. Fin

3 May 2025

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As cool as a cucumber Just a short one! It was hot. The peak of summer, long days of glaring sunlight followed by nights of musical ensembles courtesy of distant and none too distant insects. Her skin in a sheen of sweat, the ceiling fan barely made a difference though she could not dare to imagine what it would be like if it was turned off. Naked and spread out on the bed, she felt aroused, though restful. The moment he walked in his eyes licked her body with delirious lust. He could not help to touch her, to feel the wet skin of her legs. His lips soon on them. She smiled with a moan as he delicately ran his hands up her inner thighs, across the humps of her buttocks and to the dip of her lower back. With a playful slap, his large hand reddened her rear. She giggled. “It’s hot.” “Yes, you are.” She shook her head at his corny affection. He kissed her shoulder, just as she turned she could feel the heat from his nakedness. The large mass between his legs no longer dangling, it stood hard and firm. Her hands wrapped around it, while his ran across her shoulders, to her breasts as they now came into view while she turned to him. They kissed, soft, gentle. Her hands still around him, while he held her tenderly. She closed her eyes and collapsed her head onto the pillow, “cool me down first.” “As you wish.” He kissed her forehead then disappeared to the kitchen. The cool of the fridge whispered across his naked body. He found a large cucumber, she had no doubt purchased it for other reasons. Or had she? He smiled. When he returned to the room, he sat alongside her, “close your eyes.” She obeyed. A moment later the heavy, cool weight of the cucumber kissed her stomach. Softly he ran it across her, between her breasts, gently over each nipple. He teased her jawline, then slowly he moved it down her torso, along the outside of her hips and on the journey of exploring her legs. She moaned, while he cooled her with the vegetable wand. Rolling the heavy green against her breasts he opened the jar of coconut oil that had been watching on from the bedside. Pouring the liquid out, he coated the now slick vegetable with his hands. He felt his own non-vegan cucumber swell as he admired her patient nudity. The now wet, cucumber probed and pressed against her. He tormented her with anticipation as it neared her, never quite entering. He pressed, then withdrew. Making sure to glide the wet weight across her clit, then he slowly and deliberately entered her with it. The coolness filled her. She twisted her hips as her back arched with desire as he slowly moved the cucumber in and out. Her body swallowing it though never digesting, as he fed it to her with a devious smile. Another moan followed by a deeper groan left her lips as his thumb rubbed her hood, his other hand manipulating the cucumber so that it pleased her all the more. He increased the pace, noting her writhing, the lifting need of her body as both her hands clutched the bed sheets. She lost control, a climax that tightened her body, he slowed the cucumber, easing it from her. As she eased her breathing and relaxed, his mouth went to her. The coolness of the cucumber replaced by his warm tongue and hot breathe. Gripping her, he chased down the pleasure with his running tongue. Licking, kissing, sucking and teasing with a mouth that desired her body. One hand found her breast, the other remaining firm on her sides. She twisted from the pleasure, in doing so she felt his strength hold her in place. Another moment of uncontrolled delight took her. His mouth ravished with tenacious hunger, with lust and need she moved her body against his face, faster, more, faster her hips danced against his mouth. “Yes!” He slowed. Then a soft kiss. He looked up from between her legs, watching the heaving of her breasts as she recovered from bliss. She opened her eyes. “Good girl,” he said before a kiss to each her inner thigh. As he laid alongside her, then scooped her against him. Big arms secured her onto his chest. Her face rested, while his hands ran through her hair. She felt her body sedated by his touch, in the lingering remnant of pleasure. His swollen hardness against her, it’s pulsing length an impression on her skin. He gently kissed the top of her head. “I was going to make a salad with that.” “You still can.” “No, I can’t it’s been, well, used now.” “I just added a little dressing is all.”

3 May 2025

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This is actually a rap I put together for all those that deserve better. --- **[Intro]** Yo, she sweeter than the strawberry drip, Vanilla ain't enough, let me give her the script. Turn up the heat, yeah, we changin' the game, Once you taste the flavor, you’ll never feel the same. **[Verse 1]** Started with a tease, candles flicker in the night, Foreplay in the air, yeah, the mood feelin' right. She blushin’ like a swirl of cream mixed with red, Whispers in her ear, got her outta her head. Soft lips taste like strawberry wine, Fingers trace curves, yeah, she’s one of a kind. She said, “Show me somethin' I ain’t never learned,” I said, “Mama, buckle up, ‘cause it’s your turn.” **[Chorus]** Strawberry’s the new vanilla, baby, taste the thrill, From the foreplay to the climax, we keep it real. Switchin' positions, new dimensions we feel, She said, "Damn, this ain't fake, this that ultimate deal." **[Verse 2]** Tongue trace her body, got her singin’ soprano, She’s the star of the show, I’m just playin' piano. Rising tension, slow kisses on her thighs, Every moan she let loose, that’s the sweetest high. Talked about positions, yeah, we flipped the script, Missionary to the side, then a swivel in the mix. Her eyes lookin’ wild, breath caught in her chest, I said, “Baby, don’t hold back, let me give you the best.” Double the pleasure, double penetration tonight, She said, “I didn’t know this could feel so right.” Vanilla was the start, but strawberry’s divine, Took her to the next level, now she’s blowin’ her mind. **[Chorus]** Strawberry’s the new vanilla, baby, taste the thrill, From the foreplay to the climax, we keep it real. Switchin' positions, new dimensions we feel, She said, "Damn, this ain't fake, this that ultimate deal." **[Bridge]** Aphrodisiac flow, got her cravin’ for more, From the wall to the couch, now we hittin’ the floor. Sweat drippin’, hearts racin’, she lovin' the ride, Every touch, every stroke, I’m deep inside. Passion ignited, she screams my name, Her body a temple, I’m playin’ the flame. Forbidden flavors, we mix and we tangle, The angles we hit, baby, they ain't no fable. **[Outro]** Strawberry’s the new vanilla, she’s feelin’ alive, With every session, girl, our bodies collide. She said, “You flipped my world, I can never go back,” I said, “Baby, you a goddess, and that’s just facts.” Strawberry’s the vibe, vanilla’s the past, This is the kinda love that was built to last. So when you see her smile, just know she feelin’ supreme, ‘Cause I turned her vanilla into strawberry dreams. --- **Mic drop.**

3 May 2025

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I've had a fantasy for a long time about a mature woman who is pregnant with a big belly and who has nice big boobs with milk and ready to have them sucked on... Always been wanting to explore and devour the passion and desires that come with someone who's about to have a baby... enjoy being touched, admired, wanted, loved, eaten, licked, caressed every inch of her body... Is very hard at my age to find someone who is in this situation or wants to have someone else enjoy their changed body because of a baby... I think a pregnant woman deserves and appreciates the love and attention as well... I am a a lover of bigger boobs and a sucker of them too... I do enjoy the fun and pleasure of going down on a woman and tasting all juices that ooze out especially if a woman can squirt like a fire hose... I would also enjoy being in a situation where either one is tied up... chained or handcuffed so each can be dominant where some whipping and tickling is enjoyed... I love it when a woman's boobs and nipples have heated clamps on them because I get to experience the same feelings too... We both have a clamp on our nipples while being aroused and played with.

3 May 2025

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The knock on the door was firm, deliberate, and exactly on time. I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt, feeling the weight of the moment settle in my chest. This wasn’t just another meeting—this was their first step into a world Sean had only fantasized about, and Vicky’s chance to explore something raw, primal, and entirely new. Our first encounter. I opened the door, and there they were. Sean stood slightly behind Vicky, his hands shoved into his pockets, his nervousness radiating off him like heat. Vicky, on the other hand, was a vision. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her fitted red dress hugging her curves in a way that was both classy and sinful. She met my gaze with a sly smile, her confidence palpable. “Rick,” she said, her voice smooth like honey. “We’ve been looking forward to this.” Oh, I bet you have. I stepped aside, gesturing for them to come in. “Welcome. Make yourselves comfortable.” The air in the room was charged, the kind of tension that made your skin prickle. Sean hesitated, his eyes darting around the space like he was trying to memorize every detail. Vicky, however, moved with purpose, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. She perched on the edge of the couch, crossing her legs in a way that drew attention to her toned thighs. I let the silence linger for a moment, watching them, reading them. Sean’s discomfort was obvious, but there was something else there—excitement. He wanted this. Needed it. And Vicky? She was ready. “So,” I began, leaning casually against the armchair. “Why don’t we start by talking about what you’re both looking for tonight?” Sean cleared his throat, his voice shaky. “Uh, yeah. We’ve talked about this a lot. I… I’ve always been curious about the, uh, cuckold thing. Watching Vicky with someone else. Seeing her… enjoy herself.” I nodded, my eyes flicking to Vicky. “And you? What do you want?” She tilted her head, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “I want to be bad. I want to let go, to show Sean just how much I can… indulge.” Her gaze locked onto mine, and I felt a spark of anticipation. She’s already testing the waters. “Good,” I said, straightening up. “Then let’s set some ground rules. Sean, this is about you, but it’s also about Vicky. You’re here to watch, to feel, to experience. But this is her night. Her pleasure. Understand?” He nodded quickly, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, I get it.” “And Vicky,” I continued, turning to her. “You’re in control. You decide how far this goes. If at any point you’re uncomfortable, we stop. Understood?” She leaned back, her smile widening. “Understood.” There was a beat of silence, and then I stepped closer, my movements deliberate. “Then let’s begin.” I reached out, my fingers brushing against Vicky’s cheek. She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her breath hitching slightly. I traced my hand down her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin, the rapid pulse beneath my fingertips. “Sean,” I said, my voice low. “Watch her. Watch how she reacts.” I cupped Vicky’s chin, tilting her face up to meet mine. Her lips parted slightly, and I could see the hunger in her eyes. I didn’t kiss her—not yet. Instead, I let my thumb graze her bottom lip, feeling her exhale shakily against my skin. “Do you want this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. I glanced over at Sean. He was frozen, his eyes wide, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Good. He’s feeling it. “And you?” I asked him, my tone firm. “Are you ready to see her like this? To see her mine for tonight?” He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking between me and Vicky. “Yes.” “Good.” I turned back to Vicky, my hand sliding down to her neck, my fingers curling possessively around the base of her throat. “Then let’s show him what he’s been missing.” I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a teasing, barely-there kiss. She whimpered softly, her hands reaching up to grip my wrists. I could feel her pulse racing under my fingers, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting her, claiming her. She moaned into my mouth, her body arching toward mine. I broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at Sean. “Open the dress,” I told him, my voice commanding. He blinked, startled. “What?” “Open. The. Dress.” I enunciated each word, my gaze never leaving his. He fumbled forward, his hands shaking as he reached for the zipper at the back of Vicky’s dress. She stood, her body trembling with anticipation as he slowly pulled it down, revealing the black lace bra and matching panties beneath. “Beautiful,” I murmured, my eyes raking over her. “But you don’t need these, do you?” She shook her head, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Then I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs in one smooth motion. She stepped out of them, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with desire. I turned her around, guiding her to face Sean. “Look at her,” I said, my voice a low growl. “This is your wife. And tonight, she’s mine.” Sean’s jaw tightened, his eyes glued to Vicky’s naked body. I could see the mix of emotions in his expression—jealousy, arousal, need. It was intoxicating. I stepped behind Vicky, my hands sliding up her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the softness of her skin. My lips brushed against her ear as I whispered, “Do you feel how much he wants you? How much he’s jealous of me right now?” She nodded, a shiver running through her. “Yes.” “Good.” I kissed her neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Because tonight, you’re mine. And I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” She whimpered, her body pressing back against mine. I could feel her heat, her desire, and it only fueled my own. I reached down, my fingers brushing against her inner thigh, feeling her tremble at the contact. “Open your legs,” I commanded, my voice rough with need. She obeyed immediately, her legs parting slightly. I slid my hand up, my fingers finding her slick, wet folds. She gasped, her hips bucking against my touch. “Rick…” she moaned, her voice trembling. “Look at him,” I said, my fingers circling her clit. “Look at your husband. Watch him as I touch you.” Her eyes flicked to Sean, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. He was staring, his face flushed, his hands clenched at his sides. “Tell him how it feels,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “Tell him how good it feels when I touch you.” She whimpered, her body trembling under my touch. “It’s… it’s so good. So good.” I smiled, my fingers sliding down to tease her entrance. “And what if I make you cum right here, right now, in front of him? Would you like that?” Her breath hitched, her hips rocking against my hand. “Yes. Please.” I pushed a finger inside her, feeling her tightness, her heat. She gasped, her back arching, her hands clutching at my arm. “Sean,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Watch her. Watch how she takes me. How she needs me.” He was frozen, his eyes wide, his breath shallow. I could see the struggle in his expression, the mix of jealousy and arousal. Perfect. I added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of her, feeling her clench around me. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body writhing in my grasp. “That’s it,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. “Cum for me. Cum for us.” She cried out, her body trembling as the orgasm washed over her. I kept my fingers inside her, feeling her pulse around me, her breathing ragged and uneven. When she finally came down, I pulled my fingers out, bringing them to my lips and tasting her. “Delicious,” I said, my voice low and husky. She turned to face me, her eyes dark with lust. “More,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want more.” I smiled, my hand sliding up her thigh. “Oh, Vicky. We’re just getting started.”

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I have been imagining this since you first messaged me - sitting in my car, under tree somewhere. It’s dusk and you can hear all the cars going home on the freeway in the background. It’s warm. Warm enough to smell the eucalyptus leaves , warm enough that you feel the sweat on your back when the air conditioning is turned off. As planned, you turn up, tap on the side of the car to let me know that you’re there-as if I haven’t been watching you frantically from the car mirrors the moment you arrive. You say nothing, lean down and kiss me, You’re still kissing me, as you squat down on the other side of the car door. I can feel you pulling away from the kiss and instead you’re just looking into my eyes and giving me this wicked smile. “Sure you still want to do this?”, you ask. The voice is deep and rough, so much better than it was on the Phone. I just nod. Leaning in, you pull some hair back behind my ear and nuzzle me. “Use your words, baby girl” and I do. You open the car door and pull me out. Leaning against the car we kiss again, but this time you’re leaning into me, pushing your hard body into my soft one. Almost leaving an imprint on my clothes. I can feel your cock against me, twitching. You force your way between my legs and push me back onto the car seat sitting sideways , my feet on the grass. I unzip you. Your cock, semi hard falls out and I take you into my mouth. One hand surrounds your girth ( so satisfying ), moving up and down as I suck on your head, starting to get into a rhythm, getting deeper with each approach. My other hand is playing with your balls. Velvety and warm. You smell clean, musky and of you. I get into a rhythm, hands, mouth, wet and dry all I hear is breathing, yours and mine, and then you start to pant. My throat relaxes, your cock is going deeper, and a flash of lights catches my eye. I lose the rhythm and start to gag, worrying that someone will come. Now, I am sure I see headlights and start to pull away . You grab my head, hands tangled up in my hair and jam your cock down my throat and out again. “ No, we’re not stopping now,” . You push my head backwards and forwards, creating a new more frenetic pace. You tell me that you’re in control, to be a good girl or there will be consequences . All I can hear is the wet sound of me sucking you, and your groans. You pull out and stick your cock between my breasts and fill my bra with your cum. You pull me out of the car and guide me onto the backseat. I’m on all fours and you’ve pushed my skirt up and pulled my knickers down. One hand is on my back keeping me in place the other spreading my legs so you can have a look . I’m dripping and you tell me that I really am a bit of a slut. Nothing happens. I feel the breeze coming off the wetlands, on the back of my legs I can hear the traffic in the distance again. You tell me you’re going to take a photo of my dripping pussy and not to try and pull away. I do and you smack me hard on the bum. Not hard, but the shock of it is unexpected and I submit. You tell me to spread my legs again and I see the reflection of flash and get worried that other people might see . You laugh, telling me that I’m your slut today, to do as you wish. As you start to finger me, you tell me there are two people watching over there. I cum. It’s quick, hard, quite unexpected. I squirt all over your hand and can’t stop. The quivering slows down, and I receive two more smacks, heavier, harder than the last, because I should be focusing on you, not on other people. You tell me that this isn’t quite what you expected, that I’m easily distractible . You tell me that I will require further, more regular training if I am going to get better at this. My knickers come off and are stuffed into my mouth. You push me back onto all fours and you fuck me hard. Pounding with enough force that I have to brace myself. With each thrust I can feel your balls almost knotting me. There are no other distractions, just this and us. Afterwards we clean each other up and kiss . You have some cold water for us to drink. Still on a bit of a high from the play, we hold hands and talk about other things. When I’m driving home, I can hear my phone buzzing. It’s a message from you, reminding me to text you tomorrow to make sure that I’m not too sore. I don’t think you believe me when I tell you that I love that feeling the next day, slightly sore and sated. You have some thoughts on our next interlude and remind me of our safe word.

1 May 2025

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You are waiting for me, leaning forwards over my desk... you know you have been a naughty little girl and awaiting daddy's discipline. You have already removed your tiny panties now on the floor between 'over knee length' stocking feet. Reaching down to check their wetness they are soaked with my little girls sweet juice... I see your white blouse already unbuttoned with your small firm breasts hanging and hard nipples resting on the top of my desk. Earlier naked - my cock is standing erect, hard and throbbing already leaking tasty precum from its circumcised and swollen head. I lift your short tartan skirt. The sweet juice is leaking down the inside of your thighs - your firm round buttocks waiting to be parted. I slide my arm around your slender hips - my hand to your clit - now erect like a miniature cock - to hold between my finger and thumb to roll it between. You begin to moan. My other arm is across your shoulders holding you down squashing your breasts hard on my desk. Your moans increase as I move my hand away and gripping your hips with both hands I ever so slowly slide the head of my cock between your buttocks that you have your own hands gripping and pulling apart for daddy to enter your now gapping arsehole. I know my little girl craves her arsehole being drilled with daddy's cock and exploding inside with his warm milky cum... but not today. Today you have been naughty! Instead I slide my erect cock - throbbing in anticipation - between your tight but very wet pussy lips. I hold it there. You push your arse back wanting all of the shaft, moaning and groaning for its entry... I grab your wrists from your arse cheeks spreading your arms out from your sides and give you what you want. Pushing my hips hard against your arse cheeks I thrust my whole cock deep into you! Ramming you hard and thrusting fast you are screaming now. I let go of your wrists and reaching forward my arms place your neck in a headlock. Pulling you neck and head back your back arched and tits up now free - now being rough fucked you are so close to cumming... But you are my little girl sub... I wont let you cum. I pull my cock out - slippery with your juice - you are begging me. "Finish me - finish me"..."Please Daddy I want all your cum"... Finish me - please"... "PLEASE" I pull you up and spin you around... lifting your skirt over your head. Except for your stockings you are naked. Your nipples are hard and erect. I place my hand on top of your head and force you to your knees... my hard wet cock throbbing in front of your face. You open your mouth to take it. I grab your long flowing hair in a single grip making a fist at the back of your neck and drive your face into my body... your mouth taking my cock deep down your throat. You are gagging and choking on my cock. I am rough fucking and pounding the hell out of your face - no mercy! My cock stuck deep inside your throat...you are gagging worse, saliva drooling from the corners of your mouth. I hold your hair tighter... I pound you faster and harder..."Do you want all my cum"?..."Do you slut? DO YOU"?... choking now, you moan trying to answer. "You are my dirty little cum slut...you WILL take it...NOW"! My cum explodes to the back and deep down into your throat... unable to breath you are moaning, tears in your eyes...crying now... I release you letting you fall backwards in a heap. Laying naked in the foetal position, you are pleading... "Daddy! Please... please finish me... please daddy... PLEASE"... I step over you and leave THE CUM SLUTS DISCIPLINE IS DONE

30 April 2025

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I am a bit shy person so that I never tell anyone about my fantasy. But I never thought that my fantasy about experiencing threesome become real. One day I was wondering that one of my friend has beautiful girlfriend and I already imagined many times to do threesome with that couple so I just messaged randomly to my friend about my desire and it was miracle that he offered me to do threesome with him and his girlfriend. So I went to his house and we enjoyed the day time by watching movies and playing games. At night time we started some dirty talk and she got horny and she drag me to the bedroom and start kissing me very hardly. I can’t control myself and I start kissing her. His boyfriend told us that he just want to sit and watch us to do some intimacy. So we got undressed and I start licking her nipples. She started moaning and I was watching his boyfriend putting his hand below the belt and taking his dick out and start jerking off. She hold my hair and pushing me down and bagging me to eat her pussy. I gently take my tounge out and started lucking her clits. She started moaning heavily. I spit on her down there and licking it up. She got my dick out and started sucking. Then she went towards his boyfriend and started sucking his dick and I was watching them. After that she came back to me and asked me weather I like licking asshole or not. I replied its the most interesting thing for me to do in sex. So I spit on her asshole and started licking it up. Her boyfriend stood up and gave his dick to her and asked her to suck it. So then I slowly put my dick inside her and she moaned like wow. I started fucking her in doggy position while she is sucking his boyfriend. I fucked her and come on her face and she started licking it. Thereafter we slept together all night. That’s the story that I still feel like it was dream. I will keep that memory forever in my heart. Omg that night was amazing.

30 April 2025

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Here is the story on when I gave the 2 hour & 45 minute headjob. Well he was straight but wanted to lose a load & when he saw me he wanted to give it a go. So I picked him up & came back to mine & I got straight on my knees & grabbed his dick with my mouth & started sucking until it got hard & he skull fucked me for about a minute. Then he laid down & he was touching my bum cause I was in jocks & I got a call & it was for about 30 seconds & that's how I knew it was just under 3 hours cause I looked at the time of the call & the time I finished. Then I started sucking harder & deeper just gagging, spitting, deep throating licking his balls. My spit was everywhere & I had tears then he asked to bend me over but I said no because I was shaved at the time. Then I just sucked him in a sloppy way the whole time I didn't have a break or a breather just kept going & I asked him to hold his load in. Then he got a phone call & I was sucking him while he was on the phone then he said his mate was waiting so I Sucked harder & deeper than before. & he asked if I would swallow so I did & I was feel good after.

29 April 2025

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Early in my 20's, I met a gorgeous MILF, around 50 or so. 'C' was stunning, and oozed sex appeal. I went over to her apartment, as she opened the door, in a tight mini, no undies, and a skimpy bra. Our lips met, exploring each other with our tongues, we soon stripped off, as she went to her knees and sucked my cock, using her mouth and tongue expertly on my shaft. I fondled her tits, hearing her moan, I lay her down and licked her smooth pussy, licking her inside and out, hearing her moan and cum, her gasps of pleasure. I came up and entered, as we tongue kissed, I slid my cock inside, both moaning in pleasure. I flipped her over, and slid my cock in doggy style, thrusting, as she came I shot my loads deep inside her. She then sucked my cock clean, as I licked her clean in a 69'r, we lay together getting our breathe back, fondling each other until I was ready to go again, which with a hot MILF, was only a few minutes. The second time was even hotter, as she thrust her arse over my cock, begging to be fucked..

29 April 2025

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I connected with 'K' on a dating site. We met, and we both wanted fun only, with no dramas. K was a gorgeous BBW, and we arranged for me to go over to her house, on a hot summers day. I told K to prepare whatever I felt like, she had a wicked smile, and wanted to serve me and enjoy our time. I arrived and walked out to her backyard, where she was laying on her back, masturbating, playing with her gorgeous tits, and fingering her waxed pussy, squirting, smiling, and totally relaxed. My cock was hard immediately, I stripped off, walked over, 'Hi slave', 'cool down'... I unleashed a gallon of my golden sweet nectar, as she swallowed it down, and rubbed it all over her.. I lent down, tongue kissed her, as we swallowed down the rest.. I lay on top of her, eased my cock inside her pussy, as she squirted and came immediately, over my cock, and juices dribbling down her legs.. 'Oh Master, this is insane'. I gently turned her over, on all fours, and eased my cock into her tight arsehole... she moaned, and gently whined, in pleasure... 'Fuck Master', 'please cum inside me' I blew multiloads, as she squirted again and again.. We lay down for a bit, walked inside, showered together, then sat on her couch getting our breath back, as we cuddled, kissed, and watched porn on her TV...

29 April 2025

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We leave our favourite Italian restaurant and walk back to my place - you take my arm and I love it we walk chatting and in silence till we get home, a last glass of wine and with my jazz record way down low we kiss slowly and gently stroking your shoulder nuzzling you I love your responses our foreplay is tender from our eyes to the sound of your throaty voice to the way your arm brushes my chest and hesitates at my nipples just long enough to cause a smile, your hip moves slightly and your legs relax and I run my hand up your skirt on the outside of your warm slender thigh all while we are kissing smiling and rubbing... eventually I half lift half carry you till we stumble down the passage to the bedroom where we stand and kiss and take each others clothes off - I kiss and run my hands down your back undoing your bra and lifting your top over your head - I'm on my knees unbuckling your belt and dropping your skirt - helping you to step out of it my head is pressed against your mons and my mouth traces the outline while my hands begin removing your panties pulling them down to your knees and I push you onto the bed and gaze at you - I love the panties around your lower legs its a favourite of mine and you know it and you open your legs smiling at me and you say I'm your slut... it drives me... and I smell your duskiness and press my lips into your sex you are wet and I love it but zi force myself back up to you and I fasten my lips on your very erect nipples which I suck and play with until they are tender puffy and responsive... my fingers part your lips gently and they slide inside you first one then two and you gasp and bite my ear and your fingers find my nipples which are uber sensitive I react with a gasp and I let you play - my chest muscles taut... a few long minutes and I move down once again my hands under your buttocks and with my thumbs I spread you open and my mouth hungrily searches for your lips and your lady parts inside you licking sucking drinking swallowing your juices you gas and press your knees around my face you climax and I smile I know its not the last but for now I lift your hips up and with my tongue extended I lick your star, a most secret place and you shudder, a minute to recover and you uncurl yourself and lay on top of me... lips and teeth tugging on my nipples further down you go slowly my hands on your head guiding until I feel warmth and wetness engulfing me... my hips gently move and you ride my movements for an eternity until you use your magic and I burst into your mouth, I relax and you withdraw and move back up to me and kiss me... snowballing is my best... we lie in each other until we begin to stir - I have an idea Id like to rub something against your bottom and cum... and in the morning... you cry out my name...

29 April 2025

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She met him inside the room, it was not the first time but she had enjoyed watching him learn and flourish under her tutelage over the last few encounters. She stood there, hoping that what she had taught him had struck a cord with him. She stared at him with eyes that spoke "Take me". He stared at her as a thousand thoughts, images and ideas raced through his head as she stared at him in a way that allowed him to explore her utmost desires. He approached her, quickly eating up the distance between them with an aggressive speed, as he drew closer she could see the determination in his eyes, burning with lust for her but controlled, held in check by force of will. He grabbed her by the arms and threw her to the bed, a gasp escaping her throat as she struck the mattress softly. He approaches and gets on top of her to look deep into her eyes, as if trying to read how submissive she is feeling this time, she notices a hint of cheekiness in his eyes as he kisses her deeply, passionately, his hands running down her body and caressing her breasts, before moving further down and up under her skirt. A small whimper escapes her mouth as he touches her, slowly through her panties at first but more aggressive as she begins to soak through them. Her breathing quickens as she feels waves of pleasure radiating from her, a warmth starting to grow inside her chest. she shudders and gasps as she feels her panties moved to one side and a finger slide inside, followed by a second. He starts to slowly grind his fingers in side. The pleasure build further inside her as he becomes more sure of himself he curls his fingers inside her wet pussy and starts to massage her G spot, slowly as he feels her juices building around his fingers, then he starts to pump his hand with extreme vigorousness, completely changing pace on her. Her cries of pleasure grow until she feels herself squirt, releasing to the ecstasy of her body, arching her beck with the waves that wash over her. He stares into her eyes the entire time this happens, never once breaking his stare, relishing the look in her eyes and face. He kisses her again deeply, then starts to move downwards, stopping and sucking of her nipples before giving them a small bite with solicits a sudden inhale from her. He smiles to himself as he realises he has the control now and moves further down, kissing her belly and running his tongue down towards her soaked pussy. as he arrives, he stops, close enough that she can feel the heat of his breath on her, she grabs his hair and tries to push his face down but he doesn't move, he just continues to breath hot air onto her wet pussy, then suddenly he breaks free of her grasp and moves to her inner thighs. slowly he licks up her left thigh, running his tongue up towards her pussy, she stiffens in anticipation as she feels his hot breath arrive at her clit, and then disappointingly move away as he pulls back and starts the same teasing game with the right thigh. The anticipation grows to a fever pitch inside her as she begs him to taste her, begs him to eat her pussy. He grins as he realises that he has teased this portion long enough just as he drives his tongue down to flick her clit, at the same time two of his fingers slide inside of her to start back on her G spot. The suddenness of the explosive action causes her to gasp in ecstasy as he pumps her pussy with his fingers and licks, sucks and nibbles at her clit. She lays there moaning between the breaths that come hot, heaving and fast to her. The pleasure builds within her to new heights as she feels more pussy juice leaking from her in the excitement. she reached down to grab his hair, to regain some form of control but he grabs it with his free hand and hold it at bay, they interlock fingers and he feels her pleasure by way of how hard she squeezes his hand. she breathes harder as she releases in pleasure again and again, she yearns for him to be inside her and try's her best to make it known but he ignores her, completely consumed by the need to pleasure her and her alone right now. she looks down and they make eye contact, she can see the burning desire in his eyes to pleasure her to exhaustion, he can see the utter submission of her to his will, she stares at him as there eye contact breaks and he hungrily licks and sucks her clit in rhythm with his pulsing fingers inside her. He hears the build up of pleasure from her, feels the release coming with the twitching of her thighs and the shudders of ecstasy running down her arched back up to the shallow breaths taken between moans of absolute wonder from between her lips. She screams in pleasure as the energy inside her releases over and over, until she cannot take any more. he pulls his fingers out to taste her and the fruit of his deeds. She lays there panting, completely spent as he moves up beside her to embrace and kiss her deeply again. she understands at that point that it is over, he does not want to spoil her pleasures this evening with demands of his own and so he holds her as she drifts into a completely satisfied slumber, but not before a wicked grin crosses her face at the thought of what she will do to him in the morning.

28 April 2025

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We hooked up after years of seeing each other and we would spend the night drinking and staring at each other with love filled eyes and hanging on every word she said just looking at her beautiful lips and her firm breasts I would tell her please stay the night with me please and she would say okay until we made it to the room she would make the first move kissing me with force pressing her body against mine she pushed me down onto the bed while she tongued me so nice passionately kissing me and undoing my pants zip and getting my cock out by that time I was hard as rock she began sucking my cock slowly and fiercely using her hand to jerk my cock and sucking it so good I knew I was going to blow any minute I tried to lean forward and say baby stop I'm going to cum and with one hand she pushed me back down so I just layed back and she went faster and faster till I blew my load in her hot mouth and she never stopped just kept on sucking I was ohh this is heaven 😮💦 never had I had my cock sucked like that in my whole life she pulled up her skirt and grabbed onto my cock with one hand and pulled her knickers to the side and slowly slid down on my cock before i could wet it with my spit her pussy was so tight i couldn’t believe how it just grabbed onto my cock it felt i so bloody good i moaned like a little boy when ever she slammed down on my cock i would grab onto her after she was out of breath and held her to my chest and began to push all my force into her pussy just slamming it in her all you could hear is her ass slapping onto my skin and then i began to grab her ass so i could get a better grip and that was it i blew in her hot pussy saying oh yes fuck baby you are hot slowly just pushing my hips up and down the cum just dripping out onto my stomach i didn’t care it felt so good with my cock inside her juicy tight pussy i wasn’t finished yet i begged her please i want to fuck you like the first time we met please i have been dying to see you again and now that im with you i want it all im not going to let you go this time ive missed you so much when i lost you and we got separated we both went our separate ways and you started seeing someone else i thought i would never get to see you again im sorry babe i don’t know why i left you i couldn’t even get you out of my mind i was going crazy without you everything reminded me of you the songs we listened to making love and even the places we went to she turned and said baby please help me off with my bra and with that i took it off and her short top and as soon as i saw them firm tits and round juicy nipples i knew i was in heaven and just started sucking them she moaned ohh baby yeah please take off your clothes i want you to fuck me from behind please now i’m ready baby and with my underwear still around my leg i said stuff it and got up behind her and slipped my cock into her slowly pushing it deeper and deeper into her by the time i was in the right position to start slamming her hard that was it i was going to fuck her so hard that she will never leave me again and with that thought i made her pay slapping her ass with my hand and fucking her with full force she was calling out yes baby yes fuck me oh yeah ohhhhhhhh

28 April 2025

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One night me and my girlfriend went to werribee and spent the day at friends place drinking alcohol all that night we would be kissing and cuddling without giving each other a breath I was rock hard by that time and she could barely contain herself. I whispered in her ear meet me in a couple mins in the room I would tell everyone I have a headache and I'm going to have a lay down for a while by the time I got to the room door I was tackled by her and she pulled me down onto the bed we were passionately kissing and tearing off our clothes at the same time my heart was beating through my chest she got on top of me grabbing my cock with her left hand and slowly pressing her pussy over my rod each time she put her tongue further down my throat she would move her hips stroking her ass up and down my throbbing cock I knew I was going to explode at any minute but held it back as she pushed back and forward against me like a wild woman on heat just riding me and I grabbed her even tighter passionately kissing her with my tongue all the way in her juicy mouth and her body rocking back and forward on my hard throbbing cock till she squeezed me so tight and she said baby I'm going to cum I grabbed her ass so hard and helping her slam up and down I felt a hot gush of juice all over my cock and stomach.🔥I said please don’t stop I'm gonna cum baby she leaned forward and started slamming down on my cock with so much force i moaned like a little boy oh my god grabbing each ass cheek and pushing her down on my cock saying fuck yeah i love your tight little pussy baby harder she screamed out oh yes yes fuck my tight little pussy im a dirty little girl i knew she loved it rough she begged me to fuck her from behind please baby i want you to slam me i picked her up and slammed her down she got on her knees spread her legs apart and said fuck me baby im a dirty little slut i want you to fill me with your hot cum.

28 April 2025

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Ik open de douche en stap onder de knetterende stralen . Het warme water glijd over mijn hoofd en mijn lichaam . Mijn borst is gevoelig. Dat een avond stappen hier zo zou eindigen had ik niet gedacht . Ik stel de douche warmer in . Zeep mijn hoofd in en mijn lichaam . Mijn lul nog een keer extra. Ik draai het warme water laag de koude stralen maken mij weer wat helder. " zal ik ?? Hoe zal ik ?? Ach WTF nee heb ik ja kan ik krijgen " denk ik lachend De warme kraan nog even aan en ik stap uit de douche .Ik droog mij af met een grote zachte handdoek. Die sla ik om mijn heupen en knoop hem vast. Ik loop de trap af naar de keuken naar de koelkast . Ik zie een pak melk. Heerlijk koel drink ik een groot glas. Als ik naar boven wil gaan valt mijn oog op het ' Abortuskoffertje '. Ik löp er heen en open het en kijk wat er in zit. ' Daar kan ik wel wat mee' en pak het koffertje mee. Boven hoor ik dat Jacqeuline aan het telefoneren is ik open de deur . Ik zie dat zij ook gedouched heeft. Ze ligt op haar buik , naakt ,haar voeten wiegen in de lucht op haar hoofd een tulband van een handdoek. Ik zet het koffertje neer en pak er een flesje massageolie uit . Jacqeuline draait haar hoofd kijkt naar mij en klopt met haar hand naast haar op het bed . Ik ga naast haar zitten ,Jacqeuline komt iets omhoog en kust mij . Ik luister niet naar het gesprek. Vang wat flarden op . Ik pak haar schouders en draai haar op de rug. " Zit recht op " fluister ik een beetje dwingend. Ik doe wat olie op mijn handen en wrijf in mijn handen. Ik wrijf de olie op haar schouders . Nog wat meer ole op de handen en wrijf haar rug ook in. " HHHmmm ik krijg en massage geloof ik " Ik kneed haar schouders " ontspan " fluister ik . Met nog wat meer olie haar nek en schouders . Ik voel haar ontspannen. Mijn handen glijden over haar rug naar beneden. Langzaam druk gevende met mijn duimen cirkels draaiend langs haar ruggenwervel omhoog. Ik voel een knoop en geef daar met beide duimen extra druk. " Ahhh wat goed " . Met " Ik ga je hangen ik ben aan het genieten en wil niets missen tot heel gauw Honey" beëindigd Jacqeuline het telefoongesprek. " Schatje wat doe je dat lekker " " Je weet niet wat ik nog meer kan maar daar ga je wel achter komen" Jacqeuline draait haar hoofd " Ja graag dan ik kan bijna niet wachten " " Vertrouw mij maar dan ga je heerlijk genieten " en zoen haar ze steekt haar tong in mijn mond. Mijn hand gaat naar haar borst en ik knijp in haar tepel en trek er zachtjes aan. Jacqeuline kreunt . Ik sla de handdoek van mij af en leg het over het bed . " Hier liggen " en zij draai gelijk op de handdoek. Met meer olie maseer ik haar armen 1 voor 1. Ik stap over haar heen en ga lichtjes op haar kont zitten . Zo kan ik goede druk geven voor haar schouders en rug . Jacqeuline glinstert van de olie. Regelmatig kreunt zij genietend. Ik zak af naar haar benen . Vanaf haar enkels werk ik naar boven. Ik zit op mijn knieën tussen haar benen. Als ik langzaam omhoog kruip gaan haar benen meer uit elkaar. Haar kutje is glad geschoren en de lippen staan een beetje open. Ze is vochtig . Ik kneed beide billen en glij met uitgestrekte armen over haar rug mijn borst over haar kont naar haar rug verder omhoog. " Lekker ??" Terwijl ik haar met mijn volle hand bevoel. Mijn vingers vinden het clitoris . Langzaam maar stevig masseer ik deze. "JAHH God wat lekker " kreunt ze. 2 Vingers glijden diep naar binnen ik vinger haar hard en diep. " Hoe noem je mij nu dan " vraag ik een eventuele reply heb ik al bedacht. " Zoals jij mij nu verwend ben jij mijn prins" Deze had ik echter niet verwacht. Ik schakel snel " De koningin is er niet dus roept de prins zich uit tot Koning. " Ik voel haar lippen in mijn vingers knijpen Jacqeuline bijt in het kussen " Jij bent de Kooooninnn̈nngggggg" kreunt ze terwijl ze klaarkomt. " De Koning heeft mooie plannen met zijn dienares" fluister ik. Jaah graag ben ik echt aan toe kreunt Jacqeuline. '' Jij bent nu van mij '' en geef haar een tik op haar bil.'' Draai je om en hoofd naar het voeteneinde. Tjop tjop'' '' Nu is er niemand anders dus maak mijn lul maar hard .'' Ze opend haar mond en neemt mijn lul tussen haar lippen met haar vingers speelt ze met mijn ballen. Ik pak de zijden shawl die ik klaar had gelegt en bind die voor haar ogen . Ze kreunt goedgekeurend terwijl ik langzaam aan hard wordt. Met 1 beweging doe ik de handboeien om haar polsen en trek haar langzaam omhoog. '' Hoe zal de Koning jou gaan noemen ,? Teefje? Snol?... nee gewoon Sletje. ''' Jah mijn Koning , graag mijn Koning.'' Ik duw haar achterover op het bed. ''Benen wijd en ik wil je niet horen.'' Ja Koning '' gelijk bijt ik haar toe '' Niets wil ik horen Slet .'' Ik leg haar handen boven haar hoofd. Ze knikt .Stap naast het bed en knijp in haar tepel deze staat recht overeind. Ik pak wat spullen en steek een kaars aan. Ik doe op iedere tepel een klem en masseer haar clitoris . Langzaam schuif ik een vibrator in haar natte poes. Ik zet hem op de hoogste stand en duw hem langzaam er diep in . Ik neem haar clitoris in mijn mond en begin haar en snel te likken . Ik voel haar lichaam spannen en stop langzaam masseer ik en beweeg de vibrator langzaam in en uit. Ik voel dat ze gaat komen en duw de vibrator op haar clitoris. Haar rug komt van het bed en ik duw mijn mond op die van haar en onze tongen worstelen met elkaar als zij zich laat gaan. '' Nu wil ik je horen Slet'' . Een lange kreun volgt. ''Ooooh wat lekker ahhhh ik blijf af gaannnnmmmmhhh'''. Ik lik langzaam haar clit terwijl zij naschokt. ''Zo dat is de eerste van deze sessie Slet '' Met een ijsblokje koel ik haar clit en verwarm haar weer met mijn mond. ''Oh mijn god wat doe je ? Je maakt me gek.'' Aaaaaaahhhhh oooooh wat lekkerrrrrr.'' Ik kom gewoon weeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr. '' Schokkend ligt ze op het bed. Langzaam duw ik de vibrator in haar kont . '' Ooooh neeee dat ooooook noggggggggg. Ik blijf komen . '' Ik laat haar rustig ontspannen en ga naast haar liggen. Ik speel wat om en om met de tepelklemmen. Jacqeuline hijgt haar buik gaat snel op en neer. '' Ik weet niet wat u deed mijn Koning maar wat is dat lekker.'' Ik draai aan een klem '' Had ik daar om gevraagd,? '' Met een snelle beweging trek ik de klem er af en duw er gelijk een ijsklontje op. Zij schrikt maar maakt geen geluid. De andere tepel krijgt de zelfde behandeling. Ik pak de kaars en als de tepels fier overeind staan druppel ik er was op. Met een ijsklontje tussen haar borsten langzaam richting navel. Iedere keer een stukje opschuiven en dan wat warme was op de vochtige streep om haar navel via de venusheuvel naar de clit. Het ijs over haar schaamlippen en ze vloeit als de Nijl na de moesson. Ik blaas de kaars uit. '''Pijp me '' terwijl ik over haar heen kruip . Ze zoekt mijn lul en trekt hem zachtjes naar haar mond . Ze likt mijn eikel draait rondjes met haar tong om de rand. Dan zuigt ze hard op mijn eikel als hij begint te tintelen duw ik hem met een snelle beweging iets dieper in haar mond . Ik blijf de lipjes koelen met het ijsklontje. Ik ga tegen het hoofdeinde zitten en spreidt mijn benen en duw haar hoofd naar mijn lul. '' Nu zuigen also of ik op het punt sta om je vol te spuiten Slet '' . Jacqeuline zuigt alsof haar leven er van af hangt. Begeleid met haar hand het ritme omhoog. '' Terwijl je zo op je knietjes zit heb ik mooi uitzicht op jouw kutje Slet. Die wil ik hard neuken en wel NU '' Ik schuif achter haar en voel dat ze nog steeds nat is. Langzaam steek ik mijn lul tussen haar lipjes en duw diep steeds sneller neuk ik haar . Ze kreunt ik voel haar schokken . '' Nog niet klaarkomen Slet . '' Ik trek me uit haar kutje. '' Hmmmm nog een gaatje. Die heb ik nog niet genomen .'' Ik zet mijn eikel tegen haar kontgaatje. Pak haar heupen beet. ''Oke Slet ?'' Ze knikt en langzaam pers ik mij in het natte gaatje . Ze kreunt en ik voel haar lichaam aan spannen als ik in een tepel knijp. Langzaam neuk ik haar tot ze schokkend weer klaarkomt. ''Nu wil ik dat je mij rustig pijpt tot ik klaarkom Slet '' Ze kijkt mij met een glimlach aan als ik de blinddoek af doe. '' Ja Mijn Koning met liefde. Heel veel liefde '' Met vrije handen begint ze te likken en te zuigen. Langzaam heeeel diep dan snel met een handje erbij met haar tong mijn eikel likken steeds een ander tempo. " Ik ga diep in jouw keel komen ! Anders kom ik nooit meer bij je . " " Oooh mijn God . Dat zal ik niet laten gebeuren mijn Prins. Al spuit je mijn pepertje helemaal vol maar terugkomen ga je doen.!!!" Terwijl ze met volle teugen aftrekt. Mijn lul begint te schokken en gelijk neemt ze hem in haar mond Haar lippen zakken tot mijn ballen en met haar tong kietelt ze mijn ballen die strak staan. Ik voel mijn dikke eikel in haar keel als ik voel dat ik spuit. Met beide handen pakt ze mijn billen en duwt me nog strakker tegen haar mond. Een diepe grom van uit mijn tenen laat ik los . Schokkend kom ik klaar en val terug op het bed. De laatste druppel eruit zuigend komt ze omhoog. " Nu ben ik echt wel leeg " " Ik zal je goed verwennen straks Prins. Ik heb nog een boel in petto voor ons." Ze kroop tegen mij aan als of ze nooit meer zou loslaten. In no time waren we beide vertrokken naar Neverland

28 April 2025

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One of the several times I’ve had this sexy lady to a place of my own. She had no idea she could squirt and believed that not everyone does. I unleashed her potential, water everywhere splash out of her as she acclaimed “I can’t stop it”. In my mind I’m like “I know baby girl, I know”. The downside was having to mop the place. I’ve known that to be my gift, a common thing for Africans to do anyways. 😅 I prepared a well relaxed environment for her. Dirty and flirtatious talk. I hate bright lighting so I had dimmed light, with a soft background music. It wasn’t long until our clothes were down and I began caressing her body with my soft hands. I worked my hands all the way down to her gorged clit and felt the slime all over her, that’s when I knew, she’s ready for it. With my clean and soft hands, I had to have her, have her first orgasm without penetration, by just the art of my hands. As she hyperventilates, I grabbed her to the edge of the bed, placed a pillow under her lower back, her legs over my shoulder and my hands firmly gripping hers flat on the bed. Slowly went, and oh what a wet-warm-well. Slow strokes, made her shake and speak gibberish. I increased my pace and played along the entrance, one deep stroke occasionally. Baby girl was already gushing 😩. Just when she thought that’s it, I picked her up, stroked her on “mid-air”. Took her to the edge of the couch, luckily was leather, lol. She was shaking and gushing, calling my name and not knowing what to do , shouting “don’t stop”, and that was the last words I heard until I nutted. The night was an exciting one of 3 rounds and 2 in the morning. I have a problem of creating addicts. 😅

27 April 2025

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The chapel was colder than they remembered. Or maybe it was just the way the candlelight bent beneath the vaulted ceilings—flickering shadows like reaching hands, stained glass windows bleeding color onto the stone floor in crimson and gold. The kind of place meant to make someone feel small. Guilty. Contained. They shouldn’t have come here. And yet. The devil stood near the altar, trying to wear indifference like a cloak. One hand traced the edge of the marble, fingers tapping a slow, nervous rhythm they hoped looked casual. But nothing felt casual. Not now. Not with that presenceapproaching from the far end of the chapel. The angel. Their arrival made the room still. Not quiet—still. Like the hush before a thunderstorm, or the moment between inhale and exhale when something important is about to be said. They didn’t speak at first. They didn’t need to. The weight of their gaze was enough to press against the devil’s skin like velvet over iron. Don’t look nervous. Don’t look impressed. The devil straightened their spine, forced a smirk. “So holy a place,” they murmured, voice hushed more by instinct than intention, “and yet you walk in like judgment itself.” The angel stopped a few feet away, head tilted, unreadable. “You think judgment requires thunder?” Their voice wasn’t loud. It was measured—like every word had been tested, weighed, chosen with surgical precision. The kind of voice that didn’t need to raise itself to command attention. And gods help them, the devil felt seen. They hated it. The angel stepped forward, slowly, calmly—like nothing in this chapel, not even the shadows, could move without their consent. The devil could feel the heat in their own cheeks, the tension coiling in their stomach like something caged. Something desperate to kneel but too proud to break. “This place,” the angel said, voice ringing against the stone like a soft bell toll, “was not built for wrath. It was built for surrender.” You don't know me, the devil wanted to say. You don't know what I am. What I’ve done. But they said nothing. Because the angel did know. They saw it all and still walked closer. “You carry chaos like armor,” the angel continued, each word peeling something back. “But you wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t want to lay it down.” The devil swallowed hard. Don’t look away. But their eyes dropped, just for a moment. Shame wasn’t the right word. Neither was fear. It was something quieter. More dangerous. A longing they didn’t know how to name. “I didn’t come to be saved,” they managed, voice barely a whisper now. “No,” the angel said, gently. “You came to be seen.” And they were. Every dark corner. Every cracked piece. Every mask. The angel reached out—not to touch, but to hover, their fingers suspended just above the devil’s chest. The absence of touch was worse than contact. It made the air too loud. Made the devil’s breath catch in their throat. Please, something inside them whispered. Please what? Please stop? Please touch me? Please… take this from me? “If I asked,” the angel murmured, “would you kneel?” A war broke out in the devil’s chest. Pride screamed no. Pride clawed at the walls. But the rest of them—the trembling, aching parts hidden beneath centuries of heat and smoke and teeth—those parts already had. They didn’t speak. They couldn’t. The angel smiled. Not victorious. Not cruel. Just knowing. “You already have.” The devil’s breath hitched—but they didn’t kneel. Not yet. The angel didn’t push. Just stood there, hand still suspended in the air, commanding without force, commanding with presence. The devil’s hands curled into fists. “You think I’ve never had control?” they murmured, trying—needing—to remind themselves of who they once were. And the angel’s gaze didn’t waver. “I know you’ve had it.” And that’s when it hit. The memory. It slammed into them like smoke and thunder. It was in another room—dark and humming, all silk shadows and low, thrumming music. The angel hadn’t been wrapped in white that night. No, they’d been stripped of symbols and sanctity, knees parted on black velvet, breath shaking with anticipation. The devil had circled them like a storm on the edge of breaking. “You don’t belong here,” the devil had whispered, brushing a fingertip along their jaw. “Not like this.” But the angel hadn’t backed away. Hadn’t spoken. They’d just looked up. Quiet, soft, completely still—and burning. That silence had begged. That silence had offered. And gods, the devil had taken. They remembered how the angel had tasted of restraint barely held in place. How they'd arched not with abandon, but with permission. How even their surrender had been a kind of control—measured, intentional. Back then, the devil had been the one guiding the game. The one pulling the strings. The one watching divinity unravel with every whispered command. Back then… the angel had trembled for them. The devil blinked, the chapel rushing back in around them like water over lungs. They looked up at the angel, whose face was unreadable—but something in their eyes said: I remember, too. Not as weakness. Not as defeat. But as balance. “I made you fall,” the devil said, breath shallow. The angel leaned in, their voice soft enough to cut bone. “No. You showed me how.” And suddenly, the devil didn’t feel smaller. Just exposed. Equal parts fear and craving, coiled tight beneath their skin. “You want to be good?” the angel whispered, lips near their ear, breath steady as a blade’s edge. “Show me.” The silence between them was thick with choice. And when the devil’s knees finally met stone, it wasn’t surrender. It was a return. The stone floor didn’t welcome them. Cold, rough, unforgiving—exactly as it should be. The devil lowered themselves slowly, resisting the instinct to brace against it. Knees pressed to the chapel’s aged marble, they exhaled through gritted teeth, not from pain—but from the weight of choosing this. The angel watched in silence, and the silence was loud. It wasn’t triumph in their eyes. No smugness. Just a deep, anchoring stillness—like they were holding space, not claiming victory. That made it worse. That made it real. The devil’s hands rested loosely on their thighs. Their head bowed, but not fully—caught in that hesitation between reverence and rebellion. “I used to make you tremble,” the devil whispered, more to the stone beneath them than to the angel. The angel moved closer. Slowly. Their boots echoed lightly, rhythm steady like a heartbeat. When they reached the devil, they didn’t touch them. They just circled—once—like a moon pulling tides. “You still could,” the angel said, their voice so soft it sank into the skin. “But you don’t want to.” No, the devil thought. I want to be undone. They didn’t say it. Couldn’t. But something in the set of their shoulders gave it away. The angel stepped behind them again, breath barely grazing the back of the devil’s neck. “Tell me what you’re remembering.” The devil shut their eyes. Damn them. Damn their calm, their patience. Damn the way their voice slid under every wall like it belonged there. But the memory came again unbidden. “You were so quiet,” the devil said, voice low. “I thought you’d shatter.” Behind them, the angel didn’t move. “You never asked me to beg.” “You didn’t need to.” The devil exhaled. “You begged in silence. You were always louder that way.” A pause stretched between them. Then the angel moved. Not to touch, but to be near. They knelt behind the devil—not mirroring, not mocking—just present. Their mouth hovered near the devil’s ear. “And now?” they asked. The devil’s lips parted. “Now I want to be small.” Their own words startled them. Truth spoken too easily. But the angel didn’t mock them. “Not weak. Never weak. Just… small enough to breathe again.” The devil shivered. The angel leaned forward, their breath feathering across the devil’s neck. “You don’t need fire in here.” “I don’t know who I am without it.” “You do,” the angel whispered. “You just don’t trust that I’ll hold it for you.” That hit somewhere deeper. A place the devil didn’t touch. Not even alone. The angel finally reached out. A fingertip, light as a whisper, traced the devil’s spine from the base of their neck down between their shoulder blades. A single line. A single breath. And the devil melted. Not collapsed. Not shattered. Melted. Their eyes fluttered shut. Their breath caught, chest rising in a rhythm that wasn’t quite theirs anymore. The angel’s hand moved with excruciating care—just enough touch to guide, never enough to overwhelm. “Do you remember,” the angel said softly, “what you told me the first time I let go?” The devil swallowed. “That I was proud of you.” The angel’s hand paused. Then resumed, slower this time. “Are you proud of yourself now?” The devil didn’t answer. Because they weren’t sure. The angel reached around slowly, fingers brushing the devil’s jaw. Full contact. Grounding. Gentle. “You are not less,” the angel murmured. “Not on your knees. Not in my hands. You are more, because you chose this.” The devil leaned into the touch. It wasn’t about defeat. It never had been. It was about being seen—fully, completely, without pretense. About being able to fall without fear. About knowing someone would catch them—not to cradle, but to hold them accountable to their own healing. The angel stood, the rustle of their robes soft against the stone. They stepped around to face the devil, who kept their eyes lowered—not in shame, but in deference. The angel’s voice carried a quiet authority now, like a vow. “Surrender is not silence. It is the loudest kind of trust. It says: I will not hide. I will not run. I am here, and I am yours—for now, for this.” The devil’s throat tightened. For now. For this. That was all they’d ever wanted. Not forever. Not absolution. Just a moment where they didn’t have to be the one holding all the fire. The angel retrieved a length of silk—deep crimson, the color of devotion dressed as temptation. They held it up between them like an offering. “You may refuse. You may walk away. I will not bind what does not choose me.” The devil stared at it. Not Can I control you?
But Will you let go with me? Their voice trembled. “Yes.” Warm silk slid around their wrists—slow, deliberate, not tight. Just enough to remind. Just enough to mark the choice. “You do not kneel to me,” the angel said. “You kneel to what you need.” This wasn’t punishment. It was worship. And in this chapel built for silence and shadow, they created something new: a ritual not of redemption, but of recognition. Here, in the stillness, the devil offered what no one had ever asked for—their truth. And the angel didn’t flinch. They knelt together in the quiet, the silk binding not control, but commitment. And in that moment, they both surrendered: One to the ache of letting go. The other to the weight of being trusted.

26 April 2025

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