The last time I went to the nude beach, I got there around 5:30pm — just as the UV dropped. The light was mellow and golden, the perfect time to arrive. I hit the sand and, without hesitation, stripped off my clothes and shoved them in my bag. No better feeling. The release of fabric, the brush of breeze against bare skin, the faint thrill of public nudity that doesn’t feel performative — just freeing. It was about 34 degrees that day. Warm enough that plenty of people were still hanging around. Couples nestled under umbrellas, little clusters in the shallows, solo men wandering up and down with vague purpose. There’s a particular kind of rhythm at a nude beach — people stroll with a sense of comfort, of familiarity, but you can feel the low hum of observation beneath it. The gentle dance of being seen and seeing. I followed my usual routine. Straight to the water, toes sinking into the wet sand, the tide teasing at my ankles. Then I started walking, slowly, letting my gaze drift across bodies and water and stone. Down past the rocks, where the beach curves and narrows — that’s where any action usually happens, if it’s going to. I’m always ambivalent about that. I don’t go expecting anything. Most of the time, I just want to be naked, to soak in the sun, to feel my body untethered. I set up my towel and walked back into the water. The temperature shift from warm to cool and back again does something to me every time. It’s not even about arousal — just sensation. A kind of soft ache, like static or fuzz, warming my cock and balls in a way that makes me feel proud of what I’m showing, even if I’m not hard. Confident, in a quiet way. There were a couple of solo guys wading nearby. Close enough to acknowledge, far enough to avoid conversation. I never push. If someone wants to talk, they’ll talk. Otherwise, I let the space be what it is. I returned to my towel, the air licking droplets from my skin. I lay on my back and opened my book. The sun was still warm enough to be comforting, but no longer aggressive. My skin drank it in without worry. No sunscreen, no fear. Just heat on bare skin, the wind occasionally lifting the corner of my towel. There’s something deeply right about reading naked in the open, not for anyone else, just for yourself. People kept wandering by — the usual parade. A few I’d seen on previous visits. Some doing the same lazy loop up and down the beach. Solo men, mostly. Sometimes I wonder what brings each of them here. Are they hoping to see something? Find someone? Or are they just, like me, content in their skin? At one point, I stood and stretched — half out of boredom, half out of curiosity. A man nearby was packing up his things, sliding his towel into a canvas bag. He looked up at me, paused, and said, “You’re beautiful.” I wasn’t prepared for it. Not those exact words. Not spoken so directly. I laughed awkwardly, unsure what to say — thank you? you too? It wasn’t a line. Just a statement. Honest. Simple. A little surreal. We chatted. He was clearly more practiced in this space — confident, gay, playful. He told me about the regular crowd, the rhythms of the beach, how often he played and how he stayed safe. I asked questions — not to pry, but out of genuine curiosity. I told him what I was open to, what I avoided, how I’m cautious and careful. It was a good conversation. No pressure, just shared notes on desire and boundaries. Then he left, and I stayed — alone again, but not lonely. Sometime after the first guy left, I checked my phone and saw a message from someone in the online chat group — a casual, half-hearted “who’s still around?” post. I replied, said I was there, offered that they could come pull up a towel if they wanted. Eventually, he arrived. Slightly older, bigger build — rounder in the middle but smooth-skinned and confident. Friendly face. He waved as he approached, a quiet kind of energy to him. We didn’t waste time — just settled into easy chat. No pretence, no pressure. Mostly beach talk at first. Work. Where we were from. What brought us out today. He mentioned his partner pretty early on — a woman who knew he played with men on the side. Not only that, but she apparently enjoyed it, especially watching him get blown. That’s not something I could help him with — not that night, anyway — but I appreciated the openness. There’s something really freeing about talking about sex in a space that doesn’t demand it. We swapped stories. Spoke about boundaries. Shared thoughts on our bodies, tattoos. The things we liked about ourselves, the things we didn’t. Honest, curious, unguarded. Normally, by this time of day, the slow migration would have begun — solo men gathering towels, glancing around, making their way down past the rocks where things sometimes happened. There’s a tacit choreography to it. Nobody talks about it out loud, but everyone knows. A rising tide of quiet intent. But this time, there was a snag in the rhythm — a pregnancy photoshoot unfolding right in the middle of the action zone. I’d seen the photographer before — a woman, always fully clothed, always calm and in control. She seemed to love the light here, the rawness of it. Her subject was stunning — glowing and round-bellied, starting out in a flowing dress and then slowly revealing more skin as the shoot went on. The contrast was gorgeous, honestly. Her body full of life, soft curves and maternal gravity, against a backdrop that often held very different kinds of tension. Still, it meant the usual suspects had to hold off — there was a visible hesitance in the way men lingered at the edge of the rocks, waiting. Not exactly leering, but definitely paused in limbo. Nobody wanted to be the guy jerking off thirty metres from a maternity shoot. At least, I hoped not. My new friend and I decided to take a walk. It felt oddly liberating, doing the same long naked stroll that the solo guys do — except now I wasn’t alone, and somehow that shifted everything. It didn’t feel like prowling. It just felt like walking. Like being part of something human, not transactional. We wandered up and back a few times, commenting quietly on the crowd, on bodies, on posture. I’m always fascinated by people’s shapes, in both sexual and non-sexual ways. The slope of a shoulder. The way someone holds their gut or adjusts their towel. The tension in a thigh when someone bends to pick something up. I find myself imagining what it feels like to be in that body — not just to touch it, but to inhabit it. How it must feel to stand there, naked in public, aware of your shape, your marks, your hang-ups. And how all of that might shift depending on who’s watching. There are very few body types I feel no attraction to at all. Even when I’m not turned on, I’m curious. There’s something sacred about people letting themselves be seen like this — not just by lovers or partners, but by strangers. I love the mix of pride and vulnerability in it. Eventually, we made our way back to our towels. The sun had dipped behind the cliffs, and it was practically dark. The photoshoot was still going, the photographer crouched low to the sand, her lens catching the last blush of light on the pregnant subject’s skin. There was a small cluster of naked men gathered at a respectful distance, waiting. Not quite awkward, but definitely a little stuck. A bottleneck of bodies, all on pause. The tide had shifted, but no one could quite make the next move. Eventually, the photoshoot wraps up. The pregnant woman slips back into her robe, and the photographer packs away her gear. They wander off together, chatting quietly, oblivious or maybe wilfully unaware of the ripple they’ve held back all this time. And just like that, the energy shifts. It’s almost comical the way it happens — this slow, polite migration of naked men, all beginning to drift in the same direction, pretending they’re just going for a sunset stroll. No one approaches each other directly at first, but there’s a quiet urgency in the way the group moves — a clear and shared intention hanging thick in the air. We’re all here for the same reason, even if no one says a word. My friend and I follow, not rushing, but certainly not dawdling either. The temperature’s dropped slightly, but the energy is warmer now — heavier. The unspoken rules of the beach have started to bend. The lid is off. By the time we make it down to the far end, it’s on. Most of the guys are hard, or halfway there, casually touching themselves as they linger near one another. It’s not a frenzy, not yet — more like a gathering storm of attention and arousal. Everyone performing a little, watching a little. Feeling each other out. I let myself take up space. Standing somewhere in the middle, I stroke myself slowly, not too eager, just enough to grow into my full size. I like the way I look like this — exposed, but proud. Compared to most of the others, I feel big. And I like that. My friend, surprisingly, is quite the grower. He looked small earlier, but now he’s filling out, impressive in a different way — heavy and full, low-hanging. People start to drift a little closer, like orbiting planets shifting toward gravity. Not touching yet. Just watching. A few of them are clearly waiting for someone else to make the first move. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him — a smaller Asian man I’d clocked earlier in the afternoon. He’d passed us a few times while we were walking, always a beat slower when he moved past me, his eyes sneaking down, not lingering long enough to be obvious, but definitely clocking me. Now, here in this dimming light, he’s closer. His gaze isn’t subtle anymore. He’s staring directly at my cock, transfixed. And fuck, it does something to me. That feeling — to be wanted like that, clearly, hungrily, without performance or pretence. My cock twitches at the attention, swelling harder in response. I let him watch. I meet his eyes once — not long, just enough to let him know I’ve noticed, that I know. And then I go back to stroking. My hand slow and deliberate, the air cool on my thighs, the sand shifting under my feet. I’m not even thinking about where this might go. I’m just enjoying the heat of it, the slow burn of being seen. He makes the first move. It’s so subtle, so respectful, but there’s no mistaking the intent. He steps just slightly into my space and runs a hand up the middle of my back. His touch is soft, almost reverent — not grabbing, not groping, just touching. And it sends a quiet shiver down my spine. There’s something deeply sexy about that — someone so clearly full of desire, and yet choosing something as gentle and grounding as skin-on-skin contact. His hand glides lower, warm and careful, moving down over the small of my back and resting on my bum with a kind of quiet awe. I can feel his breath close now. His small, earnest cock is fully hard, pointing up towards me with an intensity that belies its size. His touch seems to give permission to the rest of the circle. As if on cue, another man steps forward. His approach is different — no hesitation. His hand closes firmly around my cock, and I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. It’s a good grip, confident. His own cock is thick and proud, almost a mirror of mine, and I reach for it instinctively, wrapping my hand around its length. We find a shared rhythm quickly — slow at first, just feeling each other out, then stronger. Deliberate. The first guy doesn’t leave — he stays close, off to the side, his hand never leaving my skin. Still gliding up and down, now along my waist, over my bum again, fingertips brushing the inside of my thigh. At times, he presses in, gently, affectionately — I feel his leg hook lightly around mine, and his cock press into my hip. He moans, quietly, more breath than sound. He’s still stroking himself, but the contact seems to be as much for his reassurance as mine. Like he wants to feel that I’m real. That this is happening. Then I feel my friend — the one I’d walked the beach with — step back into the scene. He’s in front of me now, eyes lit with curiosity and hunger. His hands go straight to my chest, stroking and squeezing, mapping out my body with a kind of casual affection. One hand cups my balls, the other slips around to squeeze my bum — both firm and gentle. He’s touching himself too, lazily, like he knows there’s no rush. For a moment, I float out of myself. I pause and try to imagine what this scene must look like to anyone watching — four men, different shapes, different kinds of hard, hands on each other’s skin, bodies overlapping, shifting and sharing. I think: Anyone who’s not part of this would just be jealous. The man with the firm grip is still there, still focused. His hand slides smoothly up and down my shaft, taking his time, but moving with growing confidence. He’s tuned in, responding to the little sighs I make, the way I press into him, the slight arch of my back. I don’t have to tell him I’m loving it. It’s obvious. I am lost in it — in the contrast of bodies, the blur of skin and breath and quiet hunger. And still, the first guy’s hand doesn’t leave me. With one man’s steady hand stroking my cock, another’s fingers lightly playing across my chest, my walking friend still gently squeezing and palming my bum, and the quiet, reverent presence of the Asian man pressed into my side — it’s all a lot. Add to that the sensation of cool air rolling in off the water and ghosting over every inch of my naked body, and it tips into something close to sensory overload. I hold both my friend’s and the Asian man’s cocks in my hands — not moving, just holding, grounding myself in the moment through the feel of warm skin and steady pulse. And in that space, the rhythm of that firm hand on my cock continues — slow, deliberate, focused — as if he knows exactly how to keep me on the edge until it’s time to let go. And then I do. My body tightens, my back arches just slightly, and I groan — not polite or muted, but loud and real. I can feel hands on my body in response, like they’re coaxing the orgasm out of me, stroking my skin and squeezing me with this quiet kind of reverence. The firm grip doesn’t waver as I come hard — a sharp, hot burst that lands messily in the sand. Somewhere beside me, someone lets out an appreciative mmmmm, and it makes me smile. There’s something strange and honest about these moments. Once the pleasure has peaked, there’s not much left to do. No script to follow. Just this gentle unravelling, the quiet shift in atmosphere. But I like that part. I like that I can step away without guilt, without awkwardness — leave the scene exactly as I entered it: on my terms. I pat my friend’s back, grinning, and murmur, “Alright — next man up.” He chuckles, and I don’t even look back to see who steps into the newly vacant space. I stroll off slowly, through the shallows, the water cool against my ankles and calves. The sky is dimming, stars faint above, and the moonlight catches the edges of the waves and — I imagine — the curve of my back, the wet trail down my legs, the soft swing of my now-limp but very satisfied cock, still flushed and happy in the warm air. I take the long path back toward the carpark, breathing it all in — the salty air, the low hum of night, the buzz still singing quietly in my skin. There is no better feeling.

7 June 2026

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Een langverwachte ontmoeting waarin verlangen langzaam overgaat in volledige overgave. Hoe meer ik gevuld, geplaagd en gebruikt word, hoe meer de rest van de wereld verdwijnt. Tot er alleen nog tunnelvisie over is Ik heb, zoals afgesproken, thuis m’n tepels al opgepompt met de elektrische pomp. M’n spenen zijn rood, paars, opgezwollen en dik. Het voelt een beetje vernederend om zo bij je aan te komen, maar jij wilde dit en ik volg. Je bekijkt me goedkeurend als ik binnen kom. Ik zit op de trap om mijn schoenen uit te trekken en je komt voor me staan en duwt m’n kin omhoog. Instinctief gaat m’n mond al open, zo gewillig. Je duwt meerdere vingers ruw naar binnen en smeert het slijm over me heen. Jouw vieze, geile sletje gaat extreem gebruikt worden vandaag. Ik heb er zoveel zin in. Ik krijg een leren halsband om en we gaan naar de woonkamer. We kletsen even en dan sta je op en bekijkt m’n opgezwollen tepels van dichtbij. Je speelt ermee, knijpt er in. En ik voel me steeds geiler worden. Je pakt een lint en maakt er een lusje mee om m’n tepels heen. M’n tepels worden strak ingebonden. En ik kijk geduldig hoe je dat allemaal doet. Je maakt het lint vast aan m’n halsband en trekt m’n tepels ermee omhoog. Dan vraag je aan me wat ik het liefste wil, jouw lul diep in m’n kwijlende mond geramd terwijl ik er bijna in stik. Ik knik. Dat is wat ik wil. Je duwt je harde lul diep in m’n mond en ik ontvang je gretig. Ik hunker zo naar die lul van jou. Ik wil je zo diep mogelijk in me. Jouw speciale plekje. Iedere keer als je m’n hoofd beweegt dan voel ik het lint harder om m’n tepels trekken. Het is een super geil gevoel. Je neemt me mee naar boven. Ik voel me zo heet en hitsig. Ik denk dat ik drijfnat ben. Ik moet bij je over je schoot komen liggen. Je smeert glijmiddel op m’n kont. Ik voel hoe je me met een glazen plug bewerkt. Langzaam steeds wat verder oprekt. Ik zweef helemaal weg op dat gevoel. Er is niks anders meer dan dat. Uiteindelijk duw je de hele plug naar binnen en commandeert direct dat je lul in m’n mond moet. Hmmm wat een heerlijk gevoel. Je zegt tegen me dat je me vandaag helemaal gaat vullen. Dat klinkt spannend! Ik moet plat op m’n buik gaan liggen. Je duwt de opblaasplug in m’n kont en pompt het langzaam op. Je gaat me helemaal oprekken en ik kronkel van genot. Af en toe plaag je me met je handen en woorden en ik voel de rush weer door m’n lichaam gaan. M’n weerloze, geile lichaam, gebruiksklaar voor jou. Na een tijdje is de plug helemaal opgepompt en je duwt en trekt er wat aan. Uiteindelijk trek je de plug er uit, terwijl het nog is opgepompt. En duwt direct de tunnel plug naar binnen. Zonder het dopje er op. Je trekt me omhoog en zegt dat de plug er minimaal een uur in moet blijven zitten, omdat je plannen met me hebt. We kletsen en drinken wat. Af en toe plaag je me, maak je steeds wat meer geiler. Zo knap hoe jij dat kan! Dat gevoel is zo lekker! Na een uur neem je me mee naar boven. De badkamer in. Je duwt me tegen de muur, je dwingt me je aan te kijken en je zegt dat je m’n kont helemaal vol gaat pissen. Voor ik ook maar iets kan zeggen, heb je vingers al in m’n keel geduwd. Je haalt ze er uit en geeft me een klap in m’n gezicht. Het voelt hard, maar toch voel ik de warmte in je handen en zie ik de warmte in je ogen. Je dwingt me diep adem te halen terwijl je me strak blijft aankijken. Je zegt dat ik op m’n knieën moet gaan zitten met m’n kont omhoog. Je trekt de tunnelplug uit m’n kont. M’n kont blijft helemaal open staan doordat die plug er al meer dan een uur in zat en ik helemaal ontspannen ben door de geiligheid. Ik sta helemaal open voor jou. Een grote, open uitnodiging. Je hoeft niet eens moeite te doen om me te vullen. Ik voel hoe je plas bij me naar binnen stroomt. Heerlijk warm. Je eikel af en toe tegen me aan voelend. Je hebt super veel gedronken, het lijkt lang te duren. Wat een genot. Als je klaar bent stop je de plug met de dop er op weer in me. Je laat me op het krukje zitten en ik mag je lul helemaal schoonlikken. Je zegt nog een klein beetje te moeten plassen en ik doe gelijk m’n mond voor je open. Ik wil je plas aan twee kanten in m’n lichaam voelen. Je neemt me mee naar de slaapkamer en zegt dat ik op m’n rug op de tafel moet liggen. Je masseert m’n buik en ik voel je plas van binnen klotsen. Ik ben jouw vieze, geile plas teefje. Ik zie aan je ogen dat jij er net zo hard van geniet als ik. Je loopt achter me langs en duwt m’n hoofd omlaag en zonder enige moeite druk je je lul in m’n mond. Ik voel je direct stijf worden. Je beukt zo hard heen en weer dat ik je plas in m’n buik heen en weer voel gaan. Wat een super intens gevoel! Ik moet voorovergebogen met m’n buik tegen de tafel gaan staan. Je grijpt m’n staart vast en ik voel hoe je je lul diep in me stoot. Al m’n gaatjes zijn gevuld met jou. Je laat me meerdere keren herhalen dat ik jouw vieze sletje ben. Voor ik het weet heb je je lul uit me gehaald en duw je je vingers in me. Die magische vingers van jou weten precies wat te doen. In al die jaren ben ik ontelbare keren klaargekomen op die magische vingers. Nog één keer dwing je me stil te blijven liggen terwijl je me strak aankijkt. Je hele vuist gaat naar binnen. Ik hou er van om gefist te worden, maar nu met je plas in m’n kontje voelt het echt next level geil. Terug in de badkamer druk je me heel ruw met m’n gezicht tegen de muur. Je trekt de plug eruit en duwt je lul in m’n kont, nog voordat de plas eruit komt. Anaal klaarkomen vind ik zo geil. Je neukt me zo hard, ik voel je plas langs m’n benen lopen. Als ik weer plaats moet nemen op het krukje, gaat m’n mond weer open. Ik zie je lachen, je vindt het leuk als ik zulke dingen instinctief doe. Je neukt me ongelooflijk hard in m’n keel. Alle laatste restjes plas spuiten uit m’n kont. Tot je zelf uiteindelijk keihard klaar komt, diep achterin m’n keel.

7 June 2026

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I met this mature MILF via another site years ago. We had then one steamy encounter. After that we kinda lost contact, also because of the distance. A few months ago I couldn’t resist the temptation and signed up for that site. And guess what, she was on there. We made contact again and kind of jokingly I said why don’t you come over for a weekend to my place? I moved to Italy and she is from Belgium. The weather is always a good excuse. She said she would think about it. A few weeks later she asked when can I come over? My dick instantly became rock hard. After checking the calendar a date was chosen. I drove to Nice airport (40 min from where I live) with anticipation. Yep, she was there in a thin summer dress that followed her sexy curves. Mmmmm. In the car she was already rubbing over my bulge and I went under her dress... surprise 1, no underwear, she took it off at the airport. She was definitely in the mood. At home we immediately undressed and jumped in the pool. A sad at the edge, my legs dangling in the water, she came over and started a long and wet blowjob. Wow, here I am in the sun and having my dick sucked by this sex machine. After a while I took her out and went to a couch, she mounted me as a cowgirl and started riding my cock. She used her hips to great effect. Her big soft tits dangling in from of me, I started sucking her nipples. I was so horny and wanted to share. On another site you can live stream I asked her if she liked that? The look in her eyes told me what I needed to know. Horny bitch. I turned her around, fired up the iPad and iPhone , now reverse cowgirl… For my the best position, see that hot and hard rod disappearing between her beautiful firm ass in her wet cunt. She did a great job, also according a lot of the viewers, great comments made us more hornier. It did not take long before I shot a warm load of sperm in that dripping pussy… We continued the whole weekend, I came in her mouth, over her tits… She was so hot, kinky. Now we’re looking for a hot woman, she wants to eat my sperm together with another MILF. And eat pussy… Hopefully next adventure. For us, a weekend from Heaven.

6 June 2026

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If I was with you now I’d draw you close to me in my strong arms and hold you tight. Caress your soft hair as I kiss your full wet lips. You’d open your mouth to mine and our tongues would meet. You feel my hardness pressed against you and feel the pressure between us grow. I’d peel your clothes away as I continue to kiss and run my fingers through your hair. I’d run my tongue up and down the soft smooth flesh of your neck sending tingles through your body. My fingers and hands would explore your body and massage your clit through your panties. I’d feel the heat and wetness of your crotch. I’m now devouring your breast as I lay you on the bed. Flickering my tongue over each nipple in turn till they are rock hard like my cock. I slowly move down planting soft kisses on your belly. I can smell your sweet scent and it drives me wild. You part your legs for me and I lick up and down your thighs taking my time to explore. I suck on your wet panties. Mmmmm so sweet and delicious. You feel my tongue on you through those sopping panties and you squirm with delight. I slowly peel away your panties with my teeth then discard them. I gaze at your beautiful pussy glistening like a rose in the morning dew. I lick and suck its delicate petals so gently and softly. I trace my tongue up and down your slit as your hips start to move in rhythm. You let out a soft moan as my tongue finds your clit. Your mound fully risen now as I go to work. I slowly circle your clit over and over my hands in your arse cheeks guiding your every movement. I flicker my tongue over your clit as you push into my face. I suck on your clit and release it flickering my tongue faster and faster. I turn you over on your knees and explore both your holes with my tongue. My tongue just long enough to lap at your clit from behind. I guide my rock hard cock into your sopping wet hole. It glides effortlessly inside you. You feel my hardness consume you. I begin to thrust in and out of you. Slowly at first then faster and faster.The tension builds and we grasp at each other as you force me deep inside you. You feel your whole body tense as you begin to cum again. My balls shoot up inside me and my cock explodes. You feel the impact of my hot cream deep inside as my cock jerks and spasms. Hot lava filling you and our juices mingle as we both cum and reach ecstasy. We collapse on the bed embracing.

6 June 2026

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I’m not even sure what I was looking for when I placed the ad. Some physical contact, a new experience. An awkward encounter with a similarly clueless man, eager to put his hands on another. Presumably someone older than me, jaded by an inability to find the sex of his dreams (or his porn habits) instead turning to the easy option — a doppelgänger who would play with his penis for fun. The ad read ‘wanted — shower wank’ and was non-specific beyond that. Hot water + soap + nudity = mutual pleasure. As far as bait goes, there was barely anything on the hook. But somehow, it turned into my first threesome, and the best sex of my life. The first threesome I ever had fell into place in a way that felt almost surreal. The setup was like a porn film with a plot that stretched believability. Once placing the ad, a stream of responses trickled in. A couple were overly aggressive ‘let me fuck you in the ass’, ‘drain my cock’ and not worthy of reply. But then, one response stood out. A man reached out, interested — but with a twist. He very casually dropped in that he wanted to involve his girlfriend. And, as an afterthought, he asked if I’d be okay with him wearing women’s underwear. I found the request oddly endearing, although my overwhelming assumption was that he wasn’t genuine, that this was a bot or a scam, or just someone wasting time. Nowhere in his response did he even mention the scenario I was proposing, which included two men soaping each other up in the shower. He admitted it would be his first time with a man, that he was nervous. I reassured him it was fine, and that I was in a similar boat. I could talk a big game via messages but was similarly inexperienced, unsure exactly what I liked or disliked, apart from taking my clothes off and letting curiosity spark inside me. The idea of being with an inexperienced man while his girlfriend watched — or even joined in — was intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected, mostly because of the impossibility of it all. I guess this is how people fall for scams and catfishing, I told myself. As I drove toward the hotel, my excitement continually tempered with skepticism. Was this real? Would I show up and find no one there, or worse, some kind of elaborate joke? But I was a single man, with no prospects other than those in my head. I was ripe to be played and taken advantage of, but felt I ultimately had nothing to lose. I got lost twice, circling unfamiliar streets, my mind buzzing with doubts. I fulfilled the one request of me on the way — I picked up some lube from the supermarket. An odd request, given I had specified my lack of interest in anal sex of any kind. But I figured it could have a myriad of purposes, or perhaps be an obscure test of how genuine I was. Finally, I arrived. The door opened almost immediately, and there she was — his girlfriend. And she was stunning. The kind of woman who, at a glance, I’d assume wouldn’t give me the time of day. Long legs, toned body, soft curves, full lips that curled into a knowing smirk as she looked me up and down. Her hair was bleached blonde with a full five centimetres of darker regrowth, a look I had always loved. It read like a stylish choice, not a lack of care. She was confident and polite and effortlessly sexy. I kept looking for the catch, the ‘gotcha’ moment. “You found the place,” she said, and added “you’re cute”, while stepping aside to let me in. Her confidence was magnetic, effortlessly drawing me in. I stepped inside, an expansive and comfortable hotel room with a balcony overlooking the beach. The perfect place for a couple to escape reality to live out some fantasies. I wondered if perhaps they were from interstate, or what might possibly allow them such freedom to mutually arrange this visit. The space was simple but inviting — soft lighting, a long stone island bench top, some beers and a bottle of Coca Cola, with a bottle of wine open on the table. The boyfriend lurked on the other side of the bench, barely acknowledging me. He was hunched over and wearing a thin black hoodie, cradling what looked like a bourbon and coke. My assumption was a case of overwhelming nerves, and I didn’t really blame him. I went into autopilot, forgetting how otherworldly this was and slipping into my part. I accepted an offer of a drink, and we talked logistics. Condoms? Yes. Anal sex? No thanks. Play it by ear? Sure. I was still waiting for him to find his voice, for her to take a back seat. To my surprise, she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom, without speaking a word. She closed the door behind her, maintaining her light grip on my hand. “He’s still getting himself together,” she said, turning to face me. “A little nervous. But he’ll join us when he’s ready.” I swallowed, the reality of the situation settling in. Was this really happening? It felt entirely too good to be true. Before I could process it fully, she stepped in closer, her body brushing against mine, her scent — something warm and sweet — filling my senses. She placed her mouth on mine and kissed me, slowly and confidently. I kissed her back as best as I could from my frozen, semi-confused state. Before I could make any move, or even rest my hands on her body, she stepped back and gripped the hem of her sundress, lifting it up and over her head in one fluid motion. No hesitation, no shyness. Just pure, unfiltered confidence. Underneath, she was wearing nothing but a black lace thong and bra. My breath caught as I took her in, my eyes tracing the curves of her body, the smoothness of her skin. She smirked at my reaction, then reached for the front of my shirt, pulling it up over my head before working on my belt, my jeans. My hands found her waist, then slid down to grasp her ass, firm and perfect under my palms. Things were moving so fast I became determined to show some agency, some confidence of my own. She sank to her knees, her fingers curling around the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, agonisingly, she peeled them down, freeing me. I stepped out of my underwear and she brushed my penis and balls with an assessing gesture, feeling the handful and clearly liking what she saw. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, a glint of mischief in them before she leaned in, taking me into her mouth with a tenderness that sent a shudder through my spine. Her lips were soft, her tongue deliberate. I exhaled, threading my fingers into her hair, still half in disbelief that this was really happening. She worked her mouth back and forth on my cock with subtle moans and breaths, placing a hand on my lower back and tracing down to my bum. I was enjoying the view of her pert and athletic bum in the lace thong, and feeling like the luckiest man on earth to have her attention. After a while, she stood, her lips glistening, and pressed her mouth to mine. The kiss was deep, consuming. Our hands roamed, grasping, exploring. I let my palms slide up her back, then down again, fingers digging into her curves and squeezing her behind. I lifted to unfasten her bra, and she hastily helped me by standing back and sliding it off her shoulders and straight to the floor. Her breasts were small but perfect, her nipples pebbled under my touch as I leaned down to kiss them, savoring the way she arched into me. I was sliding my hands up and down, soaking in the sensation of her smooth, sweet skin as much as I possibly could. She guided me backward toward the bed, pulling me down with her. I hovered over her, pressing my lips to her neck, her collarbone, trailing my way down her stomach. She writhed beneath me, her breath hitching as I moved lower, my mouth leaving heat in its wake. When I reached the waistband of her thong, I hesitated just long enough to tease before hooking my fingers in the fabric and dragging it down. She was already visibly wet, her body responding before I even touched her properly. She was very smooth apart from a small polite landing strip perched above her vulva. I kissed the inside of her thighs, inhaling her scent, feeling her muscles tense in anticipation. Then, finally, I pressed my mouth to her, tasting her, savouring the way she gasped and arched against me. I didn’t rush. I wanted to make her fall apart. My tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, circling, teasing, pressing. She responded effortlessly, running fingers through my hair and pressing me into her, returning her hands to clutch her own breasts and grasp at her nipples. I followed suit and reached a hand up and clenched hard on a nipple, eliciting a moan that was partly a shout of excitement. It cast my mind to the other party missing from the room — what was her boyfriend doing? Was he watching from somewhere? Had he grown upset that we were having too much fun, and left? These things flickered in my mind and were quickly absorbed by the writhing sounds and scents of this beautiful woman. I was going to make the most of it regardless. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, matching the rhythm of my mouth. Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping, tugging, her moans growing louder, needier. I could feel her body tightening, her thighs trembling as pleasure built inside her. I could tell she wanted me to press harder and faster. I lifted back and caught her eye, and her gaze was mesmerising. I was in charge in a way I was not used to, and I embodied the character completely. I returned her gaze, dark with lust and longing. I could feel the walls of her vagina tense and flex around my fingers, and I pressed deeper. For at least ten minutes, I stayed there, lost in the taste of her, in the way she responded so beautifully to my touch. Then, breathless and desperate, she reached for the bedside table, grabbing a condom and pressing it into my hand. I knelt up, rolling it on quickly, and positioned myself between her legs. No hesitation, no teasing. I entered her in one slow, deep thrust, swallowing the way she gasped beneath me. The connection was immediate, electric. We moved together, shifting through positions, exploring each other with reckless hunger. The hotel window framed a breathtaking view of the beach, the waves rolling in the late afternoon sun, but my focus never left her. Even though we had only just met, our chemistry was undeniable. Every thrust, every movement was met with eager reciprocation. She held my gaze, her lips parted, her breath shallow. “I love the way you look at me when you do that,” she whispered, voice thick with pleasure. Still, no sign of her boyfriend. He eventually arrived, stepping into the dimly lit room with hesitation, his body tense with nerves. He was skinny and lean, with sporadic dark chest hair. He was wearing frilly black underwear that clung tightly to his lean frame, a contrast to the raw sexuality that had already filled the space. His eyes flickered between us, a mixture of apprehension and arousal playing across his features. He barely looked up, and had is arms folded around himself as if someone was making him do it, shy and repressed. It felt almost comical, but I owed him a great debt for the pleasure I had already had, and felt sympathy for his nerves. He dropped to his knees, attempting to take me into his mouth while his girlfriend watched, her lips slightly parted, her gaze locked onto mine with that same electrifying intensity. But I could feel his hesitation, the way his movements were uncertain, the way he barely knew where to place his hands. He was trying, but his uncertainty made it clear he needed more time to ease into this. He had one hand on my shaft and the other on the small tent poking the middle of his lacy underwear. I focused on her instead, letting my hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts, sliding over the curve of her waist. She responded eagerly, her body arching into my touch, every shift and sigh telling me exactly what she wanted. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Keep going… I love watching you like this.” We returned to having sex, her legs wrapping around my waist as I thrust into her, her breath coming in soft, urgent gasps. I could feel her tightening around me, her nails raking over my shoulders. He sat off to the side, watching with wide eyes, one hand stroking himself slowly. I could tell he was high, his movements sluggish but fascinated, his attention locked onto the way we moved together. I wasn’t complaining. If anything, the whole situation made it even hotter. After a while, his voice broke through the rhythmic sounds of our bodies moving together. “I want you to finish on her face,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. It wasn’t something I typically did, but when I glanced down at her, she bit her lip and gave me that same sultry look she’d been giving me all night. Her pupils were blown wide with lust, her expression a silent invitation. That was all the encouragement I needed. As I pulled out, she shifted onto her knees, her mouth slightly open, her tongue peeking out as she waited for me. The tension coiled in my spine, the sheer eroticism of the moment pushing me over the edge. I could see his eyes fixated on my cock, and my body, while not muscular, was flexing and shiny with sweat. With a deep groan, I came, hot and thick across her flushed skin. She closed her eyes, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips as she ran her fingers through the mess, smearing it slightly before wiping it away with a towel. The boyfriend disappeared almost immediately, mumbling something about needing a drink. I wasn’t particularly concerned. Instead, we cleaned up together, taking a moment to touch and stroke each other, the contrast between the rawness of before and the tenderness of now making it even more intimate. We stepped out onto the balcony, the cool afternoon breeze brushing against our bare skin. The beach stretched out before us, and an attentive passer by could probably spot our naked figures. I couldn’t possibly care less in that moment. She handed me a drink, and we clinked our glasses together before taking a sip. We made a bit of small talk, catching our breath. She turned to me with a satisfied smirk, her eyes flicking downward. “You have a really nice cock, you know that? Especially that thick head…” Her fingers trailed lightly over my forearm as she spoke, her voice laced with appreciation. I couldn’t help but grin. The boyfriend lingered nearby, silent. He seemed to have retreated into his own head, leaving the two of us in our own little world. After about ten minutes of lazy conversation, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my neck. “Do you want to go again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I checked the boyfriend for a reaction, but he was gazing out to sea. Who was I to say no? We moved back into the room, the anticipation building once more. I laid her down, spreading her thighs as I settled between them. I kissed my way down her body again, taking my time, savouring her shivers and soft gasps. Impossibly feeling nostalgic for moments that happened within the hour. I traced the same placed, and pressed the same buttons. Fatigued, we were slower and even more intimate. I was embodying the character again, this time feeling in love as well as lust. I had never felt so good, and my gratitude was expanding. My tongue teased her, tracing patterns over her sensitive flesh, while my fingers pressed inside her, curling just right. She arched against me, her hands twisting in the sheets, her breath coming in quick, uneven moans. The heat between us built again, effortlessly slipping back into the rhythm we had already found. Another condom, another slow, deliberate thrust as I entered her from behind this time, gripping her hips firmly as I moved. I was delighted to see her body from an angle I hadn’t considered yet. I knew I would struggle to come a second time, but that didn’t matter. The way she clenched around me, the way her moans filled the air, the way her body moved with mine — I was as hard as I had ever been, and I intended to make this last. He reappeared after a while, stepping back into the room with a newfound sense of purpose. His eyes flicked between us, his nerves from earlier seemingly replaced by something bolder. He hesitated only a moment before making his request. He wanted me to take him. I had already been clear that it wasn’t something I was into, but he asked anyway, his voice laced with hopeful anticipation. And after everything — the afternoon’s intense pleasure, the way his girlfriend had thrown herself into me with such abandon — I felt an odd sense of obligation. Like I owed him something for letting me experience this with her. So I tried. But the moment I even attempted it, the reality hit me. My body shut down, the arousal I had been riding on all night vanishing in an instant. I went completely soft. He took it in stride, laughing it off, brushing his fingers through his hair. “No worries,” he said, his tone light, though I caught the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “Maybe just come on my face instead?” I hesitated, but again, I tried. He knelt before me, eyes shut, lips slightly parted as he waited. She sat beside us on the bed, watching with an amused expression, running her fingers over her still-sensitive skin. I stroked myself, pushing for that last bit of release, but it just wasn’t happening. I spent ten long, drawn-out minutes trying, feeling the awkwardness creep in with every passing second. Eventually, I gave up. We untangled ourselves, the energy in the room shifting from feverish to something subdued, uncertain. I slipped back into my clothes, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and detachment, as if I were already watching the whole night play back in my head from a distance. A few quick goodbyes, no promises of next time. I stepped out into the cool evening air, letting the door shut behind me, and left them there in that hotel room overlooking the ocean. A week later, an email appeared in my inbox from an address I didn’t recognise. The subject line was empty, but the message itself was simple and biting — something along the lines of calling me a whore. No context, no signature. I always assumed it was him. But the thought didn’t bother me as much as the fact that I never saw her again. I knew her name, but that was it — no way to reach her, no way to seek her out without stepping into the realm of something desperate. I kept hoping, though. Hoping I might run into her somewhere, catch a glimpse of that sultry smile again, even just for a second. But I never did.

1 June 2026

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Het is de eerste dag dat het de 25 graden passeert. De hitte maakte mijn geilheid bijna ondraaglijk. Van ’s ochtends vroeg tot laat in de middag heb je me al meerdere keren gebruikt als je persoonlijke anaal hoertje. Aan het einde van de dag hebben we besloten om naar het naaktstrand te gaan. De avond is nog jong als we terugkomen. Het escaleert meteen volledig. De hele dag is blijkbaar niet genoeg voor je geweest. Je sleurt me naar de bank, en zet me op mijn knieën. Je beveelt me mijn billen zover mogelijk te spreiden.. Terwijl ik dat doe, voel ik mijn kutje alweer nat worden en ze smeekt om je harde pik. Maar deze keer sla je d'r over. Je grijpt de zwarte dildo, het is de dikste die ik heb, en ramt hem keihard en genadeloos in mijn kont. Gelukkig is mijn kontje is nog glad van binnen door onze eerdere sessies die dag. Diepe, brute stoten volgen, waarvan ik in eerste instantie denk dat ik dit niet aan kan. Maar de vermoeidheid van de dag zorgt ervoor dat ik sneller loslaat, dat mijn lichaam zich gewoon laat gebruiken als een stuk vlees. Dan pak je die transparante XXL-toy. Dat monster met vijf enorme, oplopende ballen. De eerste al 6 cm dik. Je zet de kop tegen mijn gaatje en duwt. Ik voel de spanning, de druk, en dan “plop” glijdt de eerste bal naar binnen. “Ooooh fuck…” Ik kreun luid, terwijl mijn kontje zich wanhopig aanspant om die dikte. Je duwt door. De tweede bal forceert zich naar binnen. Mijn gaatje wordt wreed opgerekt, brandend en het voelt ontzettend vol. Terwijl ik nog in een strijd zit tussen overgaven en weerstand smeek ik of je de toy er alstublieft uit wilt halen. Maar je trekt je er niets van aan. Ergens heb ik het idee dat dit je alleen maar geiler maakt. Je trekt de toy terug tot alleen de eerste bal nog in me zit en ramt dan meteen weer de tweede diep naar binnen. Steeds opnieuw. Hard. Ritmisch. Meedogenloos. “Voel je hoe je strakke gaatje langzaam kapot geneukt wordt, sletje?” Ik kan alleen maar kreunen. De weerstand smelt weg. Mijn gedachten lossen op. Mijn kontje wordt steeds slapper, natter en wijder, terwijl jij me blijft oprekken met die dikke ballen. “Ben je ooit geneukt door zoiets groots?” “Nee Meneer” Ik krijg steeds meer moeite om woorden te vinden. Alsof de geilheid alle verbindingen in mijn hersenen kortsluit en platlegt. Het is zo’n bizar, overweldigend gevoel dat amper in woorden te vatten is. Alsof pure lust me volledig overneemt. Ik ben niet meer aan het denken. Ik ben alleen nog maar geil. Jouw geile, natte, kapot geneukte anaal sletje. Je blijft de toy in en uit mijn gat pompen, steeds dieper, tot de bovenste ballen bijna in mijn darmen verdwijnen. Het voelt alsof je me precies gebruikt waar ik voor gemaakt ben. Een vies, geil anaal sletje. Uiteindelijk trek je de monstertoy eruit. Mijn kontje blijft even openstaan, gapend. De controle over m’n roze spiertje is volledig weg. Je hebt het zo intens kapot geneukt dat het haar kracht volledig heeft verloren. Je legt me plat op mijn buik, duwt jezelf op me en duwt je eigen dikke, hete pik in één beweging diep in mijn kapot geneukte, krachtloze reet. Het glijdt erin alsof het niks meer is. Het gevoel is overweldigend. Alsof ik wegzweef en geen idee waarheen. Geen gedachten. Geen controle. Alleen nog dat diepe, ritmische neuken en het besef dat mijn kontje helemaal van jou is. Je neukt me langzaam maar intens, diep en bezitterig. Elke stoot duwt me dieper weg. Ik glijd verder en verder in een heerlijke subspace. Het voelt alsof mijn lichaam zwaar en licht tegelijk is. Alsof ik zweef in een warme ruimte waar alleen nog genot bestaat. Mijn hoofd is helemaal stil. Die constante stem die altijd analyseert en soms twijfelt is verdwenen. Er is alleen nog overgave. Alleen nog het gevoel van jouw pik die me vult, die me claimt, die me gebruikt. Ik ben er niet meer. Ik besta alleen nog als jouw gaatje, jouw speeltje. Het tijdsbesef is volledig weg. Orgasme na orgasme golft door me heen, zo intens dat ze in elkaar overlopen. Het is één lange, eindeloze, horizontale golf van extase. Minutenlang blijf ik komen, soms zelfs zonder geluid, gewoon helemaal verloren in dat zalige, zwevende gevoel. De orgasmes zijn zo intens en ongekend dat ik niet meer weet waar het ene orgasme stopt en het volgende begint. Het is alsof ik high ben van puur genot, een trip die dieper gaat dan wat dan ook. Warm, veilig, intens en verslavend. Ik wil niet dat het stopt. Ik wil hier nooit meer uit. De zon is inmiddels onder gegaan. Ik heb geen besef meer van tijd en hoeveel uren je me geneukt hebt. Je haalt mn haar uit mijn gezicht.. "Leef je nog?" Ik murmel iets onverstaanbaars. Ik voel, proef, ruik, volledig gebruikt. Je hebt me uitgespeeld.

1 June 2026

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It started with a simple online conversation. One evening, I received a message from a couple who introduced themselves as Marina and Steve. (Names changed to protect their identities). What began as a casual exchange quickly turned into hours of chatting. Over the following days, we talked about everything from work and travel to hobbies and life experiences. The conversation flowed naturally, and before long it felt like we'd known each other for much longer than just a few days. As we got to know each other better, Marina and Steve shared something personal. They explained that they had been together for many years and were very happy in their relationship. However, they also revealed that they had a long-standing fantasy about meeting a single guy together. It was something they had discussed privately for years but had never acted upon. They told me that the closest they had ever come to exploring anything outside their relationship was booking a number of couples massages together. Beyond that, they had never met anyone else and had never taken any real steps toward turning their fantasy into reality. After several days of messaging, we agreed to a brief meet-and-greet on a Wednesday evening. The idea was simply to see each other in person and confirm that the connection we had built online felt genuine face-to-face. The meeting lasted only about ten minutes, but it immediately felt comfortable and natural. We chatted casually, laughed a little, and quickly discovered that the easy chemistry from our messages carried over into real life. There was no awkwardness, only a sense of familiarity and excitement about finally meeting. As we prepared to leave, I gave Marina a friendly hug goodbye. She smiled warmly and seemed to relax into the embrace that felt like it went for 30 seconds. I could feel Marina in my arms and felt an instant closeness which quickly turned to a strong desire and attraction before stepping back. She appeared to genuinely enjoy the hug, and the brief interaction seemed to reassure everyone that there was a real connection between us. Although the meeting was short, it left all three of us feeling much more comfortable about seeing each other again. Over the next couple of days, our conversations continued. Excitement grew, but so did the nerves. Early on Friday, Marina and Steve called me. They sounded anxious and admitted that the reality of finally taking a step toward a fantasy they had talked about for years felt overwhelming. They explained that they couldn't promise anything beyond spending time together. They said they were particularly interested in receiving a massage and wanted to be upfront about the fact that they didn't know how comfortable they would feel once we were all together. I reassured them that I completely understood. I told them I would be perfectly happy if the evening involved nothing more than conversation and massage. I also made it clear that I was happy to follow their lead and that their comfort was the most important thing. By the end of the call, they seemed noticeably more relaxed. That evening, I drove to the Airbnb they had rented. Although we had referred to it as a weekend getaway, It was planned that I was only to spend a few hours with them before heading home later that night. The weather added to the atmosphere. It was warm, humid, and raining steadily outside. When I arrived, we spent 5 minutes chatting with the sound of the rain creating a calm backdrop, and before long everyone seemed far more relaxed than they had been during the phone call earlier that day. After a while, we moved into the bedroom for the massages we had discussed. Marina and Steve stripped down and I stood there in awe as in view of them. They were more attractive than I had realised I quickly stripped down as well whilst they both last naked face down on the bed. The atmosphere remained calm, respectful, and comfortable throughout. I massaged both Marina and Steve, helping them unwind from the anticipation and nervous energy they had been carrying all week. Once the massages had been completed, Steve got up I could see he was fully erected. He moved across the bed and gently caressed Marina by rubbing his hands over her back and gently cupping her arse. Marissa turned around and this was the time when yet again I marvelled at the beautiful site in front of me. It was so erotic and so beautiful. Marina started giving Steve what look like to be the best blowjob of all time and she reached out to me and took my cock in her hand and gently stroked it as she sucked on Steve. She then lay on her back and Steve got between her legs and entered her. It was a beautiful site Marina motioned to me to come next to her. I did and she was stroked me cock to the best of her ability whilst Steve was vigourously pumping her pussy.. Steve pulled out and Marina she began to suck on Steve once again. All they live standing staring at her beautiful pussy all wet and inviting I asked Steve and Marina Would it be okay if I give Marina some oral pleasure? They both nodded. I got down between Mina‘s legs and her beautiful sweet pussy. Marina loved it or appeared to anyway she was squirming moving her hips around in a circular motion and Steve appeared to like the site of his beautiful wife being pleasured with their tongue by this stranger that they just met last week. Steve appeared to reach climax and Marina took his load in her mouth. I was still enjoying the taste of Marina‘s pussy. She was still squirming and appeared that she still wanted more. I was rock hard at this time and she motion me to come up beside her which I did. She took my cock in her mouth and gave me a beautiful blow job. Her mouth was so warm technique was fantastic. I loved the sight of her full engulfed on my cock. Steve was laying on the side of the bed pleasuring himself and getting himself hard once again. Once he was hard she took him in his mouth again I looked down at Matin’s pus looking so wet and inviting I tasted it once more before my cock was so hard I couldn’t resist it anymore and I asked Marina. Would it be okay if I could fuck you. Marina said oh yes tentatively looking at Steve. Steve said to Marina I am okay with it honey if it’s what you want, we’re they both looked at me and nodded. I positioned myself in between Marina’s legs. The anticipation of this moment was amazing. My heart rate was running 100 miles an hour and all I could think about was oh my god this is about to happen and I’m finally going to feel the inside of Marina’‘s pussy with my hard cock.. this couple has put their trust in me and I’m part now part of their lovemaking. I slowly slid my cock inside and it felt better than I could ever imagine. The look on Marina‘s face was pure pleasure. She was still sucking Steve however she seemed to be more enthusiastic about sucking the cock then beforeshe was so wet warm and her pussy seemed to mould to my cock perfectly. I enjoyed every feeling from the tip to the base of my penis. Marina was letting out growns of pleasure. The best she could do with Steve cock in her mouth. I finally came later and pulled out Steve then quickly took his cock out of Marina’s mouth and slid into Marina fucking her furiously whilst finishing off inside of her. Afterwards, the three of us made our way out onto the balcony. The rain had eased slightly, leaving the air warm and fresh. We sat together chatting while Steve lit a cigarette and looked out across the neighbouring apartment buildings. The city lights reflected off the wet streets below, creating a peaceful atmosphere. As we talked, our attention was drawn to an apartment directly opposite. Through the large windows, we could see a couple moving fully naked they were walking around and eventually casually the guy bent her over the couch and appeared to fuck her for all it’s worth. They appeared completely comfortable in their own environment, going about their evening routine without a care in world. For a few moments, all three of us watched in quiet amusement and amazement. It was one of those unexpected observations that sparks conversation. Looking across at the apartments, it became clear how many different lives, relationships, and experiences were taking place around us at that very moment. I feel it kind of normalised in our own apart just minutes earlier. In an unexpected way, the scene helped frame the experience we had shared that evening. The nerves, worries, and uncertainty that had seemed so significant earlier in the week suddenly felt less overwhelming. Watching ordinary people living their lives helped normalize what had once felt like such a huge step. The evening became less about a fantasy and more about trust, connection, and people finding the courage to explore something they had talked about for years. The few hours we spent together passed surprisingly quickly. There was no pressure and no expectations beyond enjoying each other's company and seeing where the evening naturally led. The trust that had begun through online messages and been reinforced during our brief Wednesday meeting had grown even stronger. By the time I said goodbye and left later that night, the rain was still falling softly outside. As I drove home, I reflected on how a simple online conversation had evolved into such a memorable experience. For Marina and Steve, it had been their first time meeting someone outside their relationship. For Marina in particular, it represented overcoming years of hesitation and uncertainty. The fears that had once seemed so significant had gradually faded away, replaced by confidence and excitement. By the end of the evening, she had finally fulfilled a fantasy that she and Steve had talked about for years, and she seemed genuinely happy that she had found the courage to take that step. In the years since, I have found myself thinking about Marina and Steve from time to time. Certain memories of that rainy evening occasionally return—the nervous excitement in their voices during the Friday phone call, the brief hug at our midweek meeting, the relaxed conversation on the balcony, and the sense of trust that developed throughout the experience. More than anything, I hope the experience was every bit as positive for them as it was for me. Throughout our conversations, it was obvious how much they cared for one another and how important their relationship was. Their willingness to communicate openly, support each other, and move at a pace that felt comfortable was something I genuinely admired. When I think back on it now, my hope is that the experience strengthened their relationship rather than simply fulfilled a long-held fantasy. I hope it gave them even greater confidence in the trust they shared and reinforced the honesty and communication that had brought them to that point in the first place. Whether they ever chose to explore anything similar again, I have no idea. But I hope they look back on that evening with the same warmth that I do. For me, what made it memorable was not the fantasy itself, but the connection, trust, and mutual respect that existed between all three of us. Those are the things that have stayed with me long after the rain stopped falling and the evening became a memory.

30 May 2026

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My phone buzzed as a text came in. I looked over out of the corner of my eye and saw the sender: Zoe.   Suddenly I forgot about the report, there were more important things at hand. Zoe was my fantasy chick, an online friend. She’d never texted me before although we’d shared numbers some months before. So the rarity was what made me turn my head. That, and her sexiness. She was all outwardly proper, a good wife, but I knew some of what was in her head – and in her pants. Secretly she harboured some filthy fantasies, but she hadn’t acted many of them out. We’d never even met yet, we’d just flirted online. A lot.   So I didn’t know what was going on here, but I sure wanted to know. I grabbed my phone in a rush   - Working late? 💋   I love that emoji, those lips. She’s got wonderful, full, red lips. I can’t tell you how many times my mind has drifted towards fantasies of them engulfing my cock   - Always! You know me   - Am in North Sydney. Meeting ended early. Got a spare hour before I’ll be missed. I’m scanning office buildings for lit offices   Then another buzz   - … it’s making me quite horny   My cock twitched and hardened. We’d shared a fantasy of taking her in my office a few times. Our connection had been online banter, laughing, we flirted but kept coming back to it. She’d dance around fantasies, meets, but usually there’d be a last minute pullback. Not this time, we’d messed around enough.   - I told you 3 months ago to come up here and you didn’t. This time you will. Be in the lobby of xx Pacific Highway in 5 minutes   I didn’t wait for a response. I wasn’t going to either. I was in control this time. I just went outside my office and got rid of the one guy who was still there, told him he was working too hard and to sort his work life balance out.   A quick squirt of aftershave, a tidying up of the tie, shrugging my jacket on and I was ready for her. I headed for the lift.   The lift dinged and the doors opened as I reached the ground floor. I saw her instantly, bold as brass. She was exactly as I’d pictured her: A gorgeous, small (fuck, I love petite) but perfectly formed sexy, mature woman. Dressed for work, a knee length skirt, blouse, blocky low heels… gorgeous, shapely legs which my eyes ran lustily up and down. I smiled and walked over to her, drew her to me, kissed her, softly and tentatively to start and then deeply, hungrily as she parted her lips, running my fingers through her hair, to the soft skin at the back of her neck, pulling her into me, feeling her, joining with her, her snuggling her tits against my chest, wriggling her hips against mine, gently gasping, bending down to kiss her neck as we broke our kiss, her quivering against me, feeling her lust.   “Come on,” I said, pulling her urgently towards the lift and hammering the button for floor 12.   We devoured each other on the way up, tugging at each other’s clothes, both of us trying to get to the hot flesh beneath, to connect, to feel. Blouses, shirts, pulled out, pulled open. Lips on skin, fingers running through hair, gasps.   We weren’t going to get across the floor to my office keeping that going. So as the lift door opened I just picked her up and put her over my shoulder. It was the easiest way. The floor was deserted, no need to close the door to my office or anything, I just strode in and put her down, kissing her deeply again as I did.   As we kissed I manoevured her back towards my desk until her bum was pressed against it. She wrapped her legs round me as her arse lifted on to the edge of the desk which took her weight. I roughly pushed her skirt up around her hips, marvelling at my first sight of her delicious soft creamy thighs.   She was hot as fuck, grinding her panty clad pussy against my trousers that by now were tented out. Fuck, it was sexy. I pulled her blouse open and kissed the bulge of her tits, pushed up by her bra, then tugged that down and greedily sucked her nipple. She gasped and pulled my head to her.   The lights went out on the timer on the floor outside my office. This is what I’d been waiting for. I reached round her to the controls on the standing desk, pushed the ‘up’ button. Her feet were picked off the floor, as the desk rose it was like her pussy was being presented to me on a platter. A brightly lit platter too, the chances of anyone seeing us was slim but with the dark night outside, the bright lights in here, and a half naked woman with her feet dangling off a platform near head height – if anyone could see in, they’d get an eyeful. I marvelled at the sight.   I planted a fat, hot kiss on her pussy through her lacy green panties. She groaned.   “Just imagine if anyone CAN see in,” I said.   She shivered at the thought. I kissed her soft inner thigh, kissed up towards her mound which she urgently pushed towards my mouth. I yanked her panties down and off and she pushed her legs wide open for me, needing my mouth on her sex.   I complied. Kissed her lips. Pushed my tongue in gently, parting them. Then down to the base of her hole, back up, pushing my tongue more deeply in and then up to her clit. I made my tongue really wet, rolled it round her clit, teased it out to a point, gently sucked it in, applied some pressure between my tongue and my teeth, sucked a little harder.   Then down again, pushing my tongue in deep, forcefully this time, then down again, out of her pussy this time and teasing her perineum and lightly touching her arsehole as I distracted her with a wet finger on her clit. More pressure on her arse until she shivered, then back to her pussy.   This time when I went to her clit I pushed my index finger into her now sopping cunt and started thrusting slowly in and out as I concentrated on her clit with my mouth. She groaned, her legs flopping open even further, sucking me into her.   A second finger to force her wider open and her breath left her with a rush and she lifted her legs, pulling me more deeply into her with heels on my back. I curled my fingers round, found the rough inner skin of her G spot and started stroking, feeling her cunt tighten on me and juice up incredibly.   This whole situation was so charged she was close to coming already, but hang on – we’d been building each other up to this for months and it was going to be over in 10 minutes? No way.   “Unnnnnhhhhhhh,” she groaned, then, breathlessly, “gonna cum!”   I stopped my fingers from pulling at her G spot, lifted my tongue from her clit. I looked up at her with a frown. My fingers were still buried in her cunt, which was quivering round them. She saw something in my expression and looked… nervous. Her pussy tightened on me.   “Did I say you could?” I demanded.   Nothing. No response. She looked me in the eye, saw I meant it, looked even more nervous.   "Well?" I said, firmly.   She slowly realized, shook her head, tentatively, looking me in the eye.   “N-no,” she breathed, “you didn’t.”   I waited, looking her in the eye all the time, letting it sink in.   Finally I relented   “That’s right,” I said, pulled my fingers from her and sucked her juice from them, lubed them up and re-inserted them. Her legs pulled up and opened slightly as I did, with a sharp intake of breath from her.   This time I gently stroked her G spot. And with each of these words gave her another gentle stroke   “You… can… cum… when… I… say… you… can… and… you’ll… have… to… ask… my… permission.”   With the last word I lowered my mouth and tongue back to her clit, her mound, and gave her a long, hard, wet lick all round her clit. She groaned out loud, her legs flopped open, she grabbed my head and pulled it on to her, wanting more pressure, more tongue, more release.   I attacked her cunt, using my fingers, my mouth, giving it everything I had, feeling her shudder over and over. The desk was at the perfect height for me to get my mouth everywhere, and at full extension it was slightly wobbly too. Even feeling the desk shaking as her hands gripped the edges, transferring her ecstatic shaking to it, was a turn on - for me and for her.    Again I felt her pussy pulling and clenching at my fingers as she neared her peak. “Arrrrggggh,” she cried out, “Can I cum?”   I lifted my head and looked at her pussy shaking on my fingers, flicked my eyes up to hers in her flushed face.   “No.”   She groaned, tormented beyond belief with her need for release, grabbed my head and forced it back to her sex.   This time I concentrated on long, hard, strokes of my tongue, pushing as deep in as I could on each pass. With every up stroke her legs were lifting, her thighs were shuddering against the side of my head, clamping then unclamping.   Then I forced my fingers deep in her again, without warning.   “Ahhhhhhh!!!!” she cried, her cunt feeling like it was turning inside out against my fingers   “Can I cum can I cum CAN I CUM??!”   I lifted my head up and nodded.   “Now you can cum”   I was sawing my fingers in and out, pulling them all the way over her G spot, tapping my tongue against her clit.   She screamed out, grabbed my head and jammed it against her pussy and her whole abdomen convulsed, ripples of pleasure pulsing up from her pussy over her stomach. Her cunt gripped my fingers in an iron grip and my face got soaked by a blast of fluid as she squirted, 5, 6 gushes bursting out as she shuddered through a huge orgasm.   My desk was shaking with her as she gripped the edges, her eyes tightly closed as she felt the waves of pleasure   “Oooooooooooo,” she cried, ‘Fuck, YES!”   She’d told me about the squirting but I was still taken aback. She’d also told me she could come again and again if she was fucked through a squirt. For a second I toyed with trying to push her on again but I held back. This was totally selfish. I wasn’t going to be happy with a one off. I wanted her to want more, to come back for more. And next time I wanted my cock buried balls deep in her, *then* she could have the multiples.   So this time I just let her come down gently, feeling her cunt relax round my fingers, just softly kissed her clit and nuzzled her furry mound, tasting her gently. I found the desk controls and let it descend and as she came down from her ‘pedestal’ kissed her hard. My shirt and tie was a mess, but, well, fuck that. It was worth it.   Next time, it’s my turn.

27 May 2026

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"Damn it, I'm late!", I said under my breath. I rushed out of my apartment, then realised that it was pouring with rain outside. I ran back in to get my umbrella. I ran down the hall way, and rushed to the front door. I opened it, ready to sprint out. And that's when I saw him... He was standing there, at the bottom of the steps, in the rain. He was drenched, but all I saw was the blaze in his blue eyes. I stood there blank, immobilised in place. He walked up to meet me, I looked up at him, thoughts rushed through my mind and felt the fury rise up inside me. I walked back into the foyer, up the stairs, down the hallway. I didn't have to look back to know he followed me in. I could feel his eyes on me and the coldness I felt was replaced by a rushing fire. I fumbled for my keys and walked into my apartment. I've thought about this moment a thousand times, dreamt of it, hating myself for wanting him. And here he is. We walked in. Without looking at him, I closed the door. He put his wet, cold fingers through my hair and grabbed it. That familiar feeling of pain jolted me out of my thoughts and I felt my anger rise up again. I swung at him, wanting to scratch him with my keys but he grabbed it with his free hand. I dropped my keys as he twisted my hand towards my back and pulled me into him. It hurt like hell but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of crying out. I glared up at him and spat on his face. He let go of my hair and with one hand, took both my arms and pinned me to the door as he crushed me. He wiped my spit off his cheek and without taking his eyes off me, slapped me across the face. I let go of the breath that I didn't know I was holding, and he kissed me roughly, hungrily. I struggled, trying to get out of his grip, my hands clawing at his, but as the kiss smouldered, as his tongue entered my mouth, my knees betrayed me and became weak. He dropped me to the floor and walked towards the couch. I tried to catch my breath, panting. I got up. "Did I say you could follow?", he said. He calmly sat down, studying me. I got up defiantly. "Stay there", he whispered. "Take your clothes off". I slowly took off my clothes. Watching him, watching me. "Leave your stockings on". "Come over here, on your hands and knees", he commanded. I obeyed. Mixed feelings of desire and anger fought within me. He's wanted to control me for so long, we've struggled on who will master over the other. Here I am, my own desire is letting him win. I walked into his open legs, kneeling, looking up, scornfully. My breasts rising with each breath. My nipples hardening. I raised my arms to cover myself but he swatted them away. "Turn around and bend over". I slowly turned and laid my hands on the floor. It felt like an eternity. He didn't move or say anything. Then, I felt his fingers start to pull my stockings down. The cold air touched my skin and made goose bumps over my flesh. I felt humiliated bending over like that, I tried to ignore the rush of warmth and wetness between my legs. He laid both his hands on my ass. Then he slapped it hard. I let out a cry. He grabbed my waist and bent me over his knee, locked me between his legs and with one hand in my crotch, he proceeded to spank me, hard. I bit my lip, stifling a cry, tears sprung from my eyes. He kept on spanking me until all I knew was the pain, the pleasure and the heat emanating with each stinging blow. My leg was rubbing against his jeans and I could feel his hardness underneath it. His hand getting soaked in my pussy as I got wetter and slippery, again, my body betraying me. With each blow, he would rub my clit and slide his fingers in me. I finally cried out as I came for the first time. The first of many. He threw me on the bed like a rag doll. I couldn't move, he spread my legs and looked at my swollen wet pussy. He swiped my hands away as I tried to cover myself. He slapped it and I keeled over, he pushed me back as he proceeded to slap my clit until I squirted and came. Fully clothed, he hunched, towering over me. I wanted to feel his skin, I reached over to take his clothes off. He slapped my hands away, "I didn't allow you to do that". He grabbed my breasts and squeezed hard, finding my nipples twisting them. I arched my back in pain and in ecstasy. He took them both and devoured them, sucking, biting, squeezing, slapping them until they were raw and red. His fingers entered me and found my spot and started fucking me. Sucking, biting, slapping my small breasts, I didn't know where I started and where his fingers and mouth ended. I let out a scream as I came and squirted over and over again. Lying there, I was exhausted. He laid back beside me. Out of breath. And that's when I pounced. I slapped him hard across the face. I kneeled on his chest and whispered in his ear. "Now, it's my turn". Then I woke up. "That fucking dream again!!!". I yelled across the room. I made my way down and felt the wetness between my legs. The throbbing subsiding from my many wet dream orgasms. I turned off the alarm and rushed to get ready. "Damn it, I'm late!", I said under my breath. I rushed out of my apartment, then realised that it was pouring outside. I ran back in to get my umbrella. I ran down the hall way, and rushed to the front door. I opened it, ready to sprint out. And that's when I saw him...

24 May 2026

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The first time that I met Samantha, she kissed my lips and hugged me. I was a little taken aback to be greeted in such a way by my partners mum, on our very first ever meeting. At 63 years young, she was in incredible shape, due to her active lifestyle of seniors sports. "She just adores anything to do with Africa." Barbara, my partner said, acting as though her mum kissing her boyfriend was totally normal. So I ran with it. As time wore on and our relationship developed, I noted with pleasure that Samantha never greeted anyone else with such gusto at family gatherings, but continued to kiss me on my lips each time we met. It was never a passionate kiss, but it was always on my lips. I often felt self conscious and a little wary of how others would interpret Samantha's enthusiastic greetings, especially her husband. Nothing was ever said by anyone. As relationships do, the bond between Barbara and myself eventually failed. We parted ways amicably, but emotionally wounded. Licking my wounds and trying to get my life back on track, I retreated from social life and became a home body for a little while. A knock on the door, one morning, was to change my malaise for the better. Answering the door, to my delight, Samantha stood holding two coffees and wearing a cotton summer dress which highlighted her svelte physique. "I was nearby, so thought I would check on your well-being." she said and strode straight in. Samantha had never visited my home before, so I was a little shocked at her presence, especially as Barbara and I were no longer. Putting the coffees down on the kitchen counter, she turned to face me, gave a wry grin and placing her hands behind herself, hitched herself up onto the counter top. I was already growing hard. I had fantasised about Samantha, during the term of my relationship with her daughter, but never thought about ever acting on my fantasy. Her kisses had set me in a special place in her mind too, apparently. Standing there, my mouth agape, I could only look at her as she slowly slid her hands along her toned thighs and tugged at her summer dress. Slowly she revealed her knees and spread her thighs, then with a curl of her finger, beckoned me to come to her. Her intent was clear and I was happy to oblige. I walked to her and stood, eye to eye with a woman almost twice my age. For the first time, her kiss was so much more than a greeting. Her soft lips parted ever so slightly, inviting my tongue. As her embrace tightened, I slid my tongue, gently between her wanting lips and felt her sigh and quiver. Samantha directed my hand to her breast, as we pashed and I could feel her thick nipple, hard and proud. A lady of this age has endured a lot of wear and tear on her body, but Samantha was still incredibly sexy, in my eyes. My crotch was proof of that. My cock was bursting to be set free and Samantha knew it. Releasing her embrace, she hopped down from the counter top and cupped my bulge, all the while never breaking our eye contact. "Oh my. Someone IS happy to see me." she giggled. Dropping to her knees, Samantha deftly undid my shorts and released my black sword. "I just knew that you would be a big boy" she said. "I've always wanted a black cock inside of me." She took me into her mouth and held my shaft with both hands. My head was buzzing. I had never known such a mature woman, before. How was I going to approach this? I was a little overwhelmed and very concerned that something could go terribly wrong, if I let my passion release all of my physicality. As if to read my thoughts, Samantha said, "You'll have to be gentle for the first little while. It's a long time since I've had cock." and then stood, took hold of my throbbing cock like a leash and lead my to the bedroom. With a shrug, she dropped her shoulders out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her body was aged but still remarkably toned. Her senior sports were keeping her healthy. Laying back on the bed, Samantha spread her legs. Her white lace panties showing that her passion was high, too. A wet spot was glistening and she began to writhe. I couldn't contain myself. One of my bigger turn on's is seeing pre sex juices. I knelt on the floor and bent towards her beautiful mound, taking a heady nose full of Samantha's musk, I pulled off her lace knickers. How wonderful the body is. Her tumescence inviting my tongue to taste her honey. At the first touch of my tongue, Samantha moaned and pressed my head to her. I pride myself in my cunnilingus techniques, as it really is something that I love. I have rarely failed to make my partners cum with my tongue and Samantha was no exception. Arching her back and pressing my face to her mons, Samantha came within minutes, with quiet little sighs and moans. "Fuck me" she sighed, "Fuck me" Gently raising her knees, I got into position and rubbed my cock head, teasingly around her now receptive pussy. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me!" she moaned. I slid my glans inside her velvet wallet and watched for her reaction. She shivered and moaned and reached to pull me deeper inside of her. My cock is larger than most, being African, but she pulled me deeper and deeper, taking my girth in her stride. "Fuck me." "Fuck me like the dirty slut that I am!" she moaned. I was surprised, but excited by her enthusiasm and dirty talk. I began to thrust, slowly, feeling her move her hips with the rhythm. Her muscles gripping me and working as we rutted. She had been an athlete all of her life and had obviously kept up with her pelvic floor exercises, too. Ordinarily, I enjoy long slow fucking sessions, but this time with Samantha I was not going to last. The atmosphere was too electric and the situation too out of the ordinary for me to contain myself. I came within minutes and with my vinegar strokes, Samantha moaned as another wave of orgasm wracked her body. Slowly, gently thrusting with my post orgasm glow, feeling spent and high at the same time, I felt Samantha wrap her legs around my waste, her arms around my neck as she pulled me close, to lay still, my whole weight on her, still deep inside of her. Panting and sweaty, we lay together, feeling each other's heartbeat and kissed. The coffees had gone cold.

20 May 2026

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We have been chatting for a while. Some mutual likes have been discussed. We discuss how you enjoy being given... firm suggestions. A few meets involving drinks etc. Some passion shared. We find out I am going to be working in your area in a secluded area. You ask if a visit would be ok. I am more than agreeable to that so we organise a time around lunch time. At the agreed upon time you are sitting on a secluded park bench. Dressed with some cleavage on show. The skirt has a small slit showing some leg. Looking exquisite as always of course. Having spotted you I was taking my time admiring just how good you look. Still early before our agreed time but you seem a little nervous. Just before I call out to you my phone rings. Yes I did watch you reach for the phone. I was being a voyeur and didn't think you would be calling me. Upon answering I say you look stunning. You ask where I am. So I wave. Upon seeing me you say stay there. Tell me what to do. I ask if you are excited. You answer YES! Stand up. Remove your panties. Now. Glancing around you reach under your skirt and lower them. I say leave them on the ground for now. Spread your legs. Wider. Now slowly slide a hand up your leg. Exposing that wetness to me. Tell me how wet you are Your gasp as you slip a finger into that wetness. Closely followed by a moan.

20 May 2026

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I have craved a man’s touch, lips, tongue, scratchy stubble, all over my body, Fingers exploring, Grabbing my flesh, Tenderly, Possessively, Achingly digging in, Exploring, Fingers through my hair, Pulling it back to expose my neck, To be licked Sucked, Teeth grazing, Bringing shivers down my spine, Bringing his legs between mine, Feeling his cool skin through my hot thighs, I gasp as he grazes my clit and lips, soaking wet from his touch, As he sucks on my nipple, I arch my back to get his mouth closer, I run my fingers through his hair and pull him towards me, Rubbing my pussy on his leg, I gasp as I feel his cool palm on my hot sex, Slipping a finger in my tight wet core, he moans as he sucks my breast, the vibration going straight to my clit, He lets go of my nipple as he hungrily kisses me, our tongues exploring our mouths I suck his tongue as it penetrates my mouth at the same time as he slips a second finger in my cunt, He finds that spot and I open my eyes to see his, looking into mine, His thumb moves to my hard slippery hot clit, moving in slow circles as his fingers beckon faster And I cum, suddenly, Squirting all over his fingers He feels my pussy tighten, spasm around him As I scream, he covers my mouth with his

20 May 2026

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I walk up behind you. So close you can feel my hot breath on the back of your neck and my hard cock pressing into the gap at the top of your legs as my arms slowly go around you and my fingers trace slowly up and down the front of your body and over your breasts and circle your nipples. My wet tongue licks its way down your neck and out toward your shoulder and back up to gently nibble your earlobe as my fingers find your nipples and brush over them. They harden under my touch and I roll them between my thumb and finger as you moan and push back to feel my cock is hard as steel and your pussy is hot and wet with a rising desire to be penetrated, but we both know that is a long way off as there are many things we are going to explore together before penetration is even considered between us. I turn you around to face me so we can kiss. Our lips meet, softly , puckering against each other. We kiss again, our lips parting, and our tongues hesitantly touch. It feels delicious and we kiss more open mouthed, our tongues sliding together more lively now, exploring the other hungrily. Our breathing is heavier, our hearts beating faster and harder as our heads swim and feel dizzy. I pull you closer to me so we are pressed against each other. A moan escapes your mouth and our hands roam each other's body, my hands cup your butt and pull you against me, you can feel my hard cock pressing against your pussy and you push against it and we moan into each other's mouths as we kiss. We break our kiss, but my lips kiss and lick down your neck as the aroma of your excitement fills the air and we can both smell your pussy juices as your panties are soaking wet. I help you remove your top and you do likewise for me. I lick down to your cleavage as my fingers circle your nipples once more. Your knees buckle so we move to the bed to be more comfortable. We kiss again, hungrier and harder than before, and I unclip your bra and you shrug it off. Then we kiss again, and now we are skin on skin from the waist up, nipples against nipples... yum! I kiss and lick down your neck again, over your breast to slowly circle your nipple with my wet tongue, then my mouth closes on it and my tongue licks and flicks across your nipple the same way it kisses your mouth, as my thumb and finger plays with your other nipple, twisting and pulling it as you moan louder this time, because it feels so exquisite ! My teeth gently hold your nipple and pull gently, and you shudder and moan louder than before. You squirm on the bed because your pussy is aching and the smell of your juices are thick in the air now. I pull your panties off altogether. You are fully naked now, and want the same from me so you pull my pants and undies off too. My hard as steel cock springs out and you push me on to my back and say you want to have your turn, so you kiss down my body and ever so slowly lick up and down the shaft of my twitching cock as I moan loudly. You lick higher up my shaft then lick the head and slowly open your mouth and take the head in your mouth as your wet tongue swirls over it, and I moan louder. You move around, straddle my face and as you lower your mouth down the length of my hard cock, you lower your pussy to my face so I can spread your pussy lips and slide my tongue up and down between them and taste you. I lick up to your swollen clit and suck and lick it as your mouth takes ALL of my cock, and we are both moaning so loud, even though our mouths are full of each other. I slide 2 fingers into your pussy to explore inside you as I lick you. My fingers find your G spot. Then... Is that another pair of hands you can feel on your butt?

20 May 2026

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This was the early days of internet hookups, messenger boards, chatrooms and all that kind of fun before sites like this had taken off. I had a few experiences and was curious about trying new things. Id checked out a few MF4M ads and some M4F ads, but decided to click on the M4M section. I didnt know exactly what I was looking for or that I was even interested in hooking up with a guy, but as I clicked through a few ads, my 19yo uncut cock started to twitch. I came across an ad from an older guy in his 50’s. It was an interesting read, “I’ll give you a better blowjob than your gf”. It continued on, talking about being patient with first timers etc. I was a little intrigued so I messaged the guy, saying I was a younger guy with little experience. He responded quite quickly introducing himself as Ron and suggesting what we should do about fixing that. He described the play scenario over the next few messages and by this stage I was rock hard. Ron then asked me when I was free to come over to make this happen? I said I could come over the next morning... he said he would be ready. It was a mix of nerves and hormones as I pulled up to the unit. I text him that I had arrived and he responded by telling me to come in as the front door was open. As I walked up I saw the figure of a shorter guy, well proportioned, shaved head in a plush robe waving me into his lounge room. We quickly greeted and he suggested we head into the bedroom as the heating was on. He ushered me into the master bedroom. It was a comfy space, large bed on the far wall, TV playing VHS porn on the opposite wall, a couple of interesting statues in the room also. One was a life size neck to hip statue of a naked male, with an accurate looking cock, the other a scaled version of a guy spread on all 4. I was a little pre occupied by the statues then I returned my gaze to the TV playing a pretty hot mfm scene. Ron suggested I get undressed and slide into the bed under the blanket. I was a little shy but took off my shirt and jeans, then slid my underwear off. He was watching but trying to not make it obvious. I was half hard, little bit of precum leaking out of the tip of my uncut cock. I slid under the loose blanket on the bed lying back enjoying the video. Ron moved to the foot of the bed and slid up under the covers. His hands spreading my legs, I felt a warm breath on my shaft then his lips envelop my hardening member. I was lost in the moment. His mouth felt great slowly taking me in, feeling my cock grow in his mouth. It didnt take long before I was fully hard and I could feel my girth pulsing. In our correspondence he had said this was all about my pleasure and just lie back and enjoy it. It didnt matter if I lasted a min or a lot longer. He was doing a great job, alternating his technique, stroking my shaft and playing with my balls. He then took my entire length in his throat before switching back to teasing my head with his tongue, it felt great... just like his ad suggested. The MFM video finished with the girl, on her knees jerking off both the guys... she was covered in cum. Ron had changed position, lying more on his side while he pleasured me. From his movements I could see he was jerking off while he was sucking my cock. He was completely covered by the blanket, all I could see was his head bobbing up and down while his spare hand was furiously stroking his own cock. I was getting close and started to moan. Ron just kept sucking and stroking me, my cock stated to spasm and I shot the first jet into his mouth. He continued to jerk me off into his mouth, another jet and another filling his mouth. My orgasm subsided and he poked his head up from under the blanket, still between my legs. He told me that it was hot and tasted great. He moved back down the bed and stood at the foot of the bed. His robe was open, smooth shaved body on display with a disproportionately large cut cock and heavy balls hanging out. The blanket had shifted and there was a significant wet spot at the base of the bed. He must have cum while he was finishing me off. It was all a pretty hot experience, but in the moment, I got a little lost. I thanked him, got dressed and left. He did invite me back when I felt like it, but I never made it back until years later. I have thought about that experience a few times while having some solo play. I actually found the video he had on, on one of the porn sites years later also... Still gets a watch on occasion.

17 May 2026

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A yes day is a day when everything is yes - do you want to go get a coffee yes Do you want be naked in the house - yes So we decided it was going to be a yes day on sat. We woke she showed first then I went bought breakfast we ate I brushed my teeth came back to the lounge room there she was a towel on the couch she was naked on the towel with her favourite high heels on these were only worn when she wanted to do it doggy style made her taller so I could get in deeper! She motioned for me to get on my knees and start licking her moist lips being a yes day you can't say no! I was also rubbing her breasts and pinching her erect nipples by this time one hand had to go between her legs gently fingering both holes as I was now sucking her clit! She pushed me back and motioned for me to stand up she unzipped my jeans pulled them down enough to get my rock hard cock out and she started licking my shaft from the bottom to the top teasing her tongue around my knob just as I came she swallowed my hole cock into the back of her mouth drinking me! Then I bent down inserting 3 fingers into to her very wet pussy and continued to rub her clit till she squirted her load across the lounge room - that was the the start of our yes day! And bout and hour later she was in the kitchen still with her high heels on and a pair of yoga pants I walked in to get a drink and she says please fuck me doggy style - being yes day what could I do?

16 May 2026

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A Sporty Weekend I met Hayley through regular Friday nights of social tennis. It was a mixed doubles set up and we teamed up almost immediately. At the end of the tennis, about twenty people ended up at the local pizza joint to finish the night. It did not take long before Hayley and I began to end up in my bed after the pizza joint. One night, after fucking she told me that she and her ex had been swingers. I asked her tell me more. The more she told me about their slutty lifestyle, the more I needed to slide my cock into her again. The tennis social group organised a weekend in the country at a tennis resort. There were eight men and eight women, some couples and some singles. Hayley and I were in a two room cabin, we had a king sized bed and the TV in our room and the adjoining room had two single beds. We shared the cabin with Luke and Jenny. Jenny was very keen on Luke but had had no luck with him at this point. The four of us were sitting on the king sized bed watching the TV when Jenny left to sleep in one of the single beds. Luke and Hayley and I continued to watch the TV. I suggested to Hayley that we would be more comfortable in the bed, so we lost our clothes and climbed into bed with Luke lying next to us. After wandering hands found a hard cock and a wet pussy, Hayley and I were fucking under the covers, next to Luke. A few strokes later, we were no longer under the covers and Luke was now watching as my cock plowed Hayley's wet pussy. I pulled out and went to the other room where I found Jenny in bed. I asked if she would like to join us in the bed next door, she looked at my hard cock and wasted no time in losing the t-shirt she was wearing. Back in the main room we found Luke on top of Hayley pounding her pussy with her legs in the air. They made room for Jenny and I and Jenny made room for my cock in her pussy. Since everyone was now fucking a new cock or pussy it took a while before we changed partners but eventually I was back in Hayley's very wet pussy and Jenny finally had Luke where she wanted him, inside her. One more change of shift and I was back in Jenny's just-fucked cunt and Luke was on his back with Hayley riding his cock. Another rotation and the girls were urging us to come inside them. Luke and I were happy to oblige and the rate of pounding increased until I came in Hayley and Luke came in Jenny.

13 May 2026

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The message popped up late on a humid Sydney night. A couple. Older than the usual chaos flooding hookup apps. Confident. Direct. **41M & 39F — Sydney, NSW** *Mutual interests: public play, oral, toys, watching, being watched, couples, something kinky…* Their profile picture was almost annoyingly attractive. Him rugged and broad-shouldered with that “tradie who secretly behaves badly on weekends” energy. Her dark hair fell across one eye while she smirked at the camera like she already knew exactly what trouble she could cause. Then came the message. > “You look like someone who’d either be a fantastic idea… or an absolute disaster.” You laughed staring at the screen, beer in hand, Reef sprawled beside the couch snoring loud enough to register on seismic equipment. > “Usually both.” That got her attention. The conversation escalated quickly after that. Flirting turned filthy in the fun way — teasing comments, subtle dares, hints about hidden kinks neither of them seemed shy about. She admitted they loved being watched. He admitted he liked seeing her flirt with other men before dragging them into whatever chaos the night became. And for some reason, they picked you. By Friday night you were driving toward the coast with music rattling the doors and the familiar feeling of *this is either going to become a great memory or a police statement.* Their apartment overlooked the water near Darling Harbour. Expensive enough to make you wonder what crimes they committed professionally. She opened the door barefoot, wearing an oversized shirt that barely counted as clothing. He stood behind her holding two glasses of bourbon with the relaxed confidence of a man completely comfortable sharing attention. No awkwardness. No weird small talk. Just chemistry. The three of you sat on the balcony drinking while ferries moved through the harbour lights below. Sydney glittered in the background while tension slowly built like a storm no one intended stopping. She sat closer as the drinks disappeared. Then closer again. Her fingers brushed your thigh absentmindedly while talking. Testing. He noticed. Smirked into his glass. “Careful,” he said casually to her. “You’re looking hungry.” “Maybe I am.” That nearly killed you on the spot. The night drifted from playful into dangerous territory after midnight when she suggested a walk. Not because any of you needed exercise. The city was alive — music from bars, couples wandering the waterfront, warm air carrying perfume, cigarettes, saltwater, and bad decisions. She walked between both of you like she owned the entire damn city. Occasionally touching your arm. Occasionally leaning into him. Feeding off the attention from strangers who couldn’t stop staring. And people *did* stare. A gorgeous woman between two men at midnight tends to short-circuit the public. Especially when she enjoys it. At one point she dragged you both into a quiet side alley overlooking the harbour. Hidden enough to feel risky. Public enough to feel reckless. Her back hit the wall lightly as she laughed under her breath. “This,” she whispered, “is exactly why we do this.” The thrill wasn’t just attraction. It was the danger of being seen. The possibility someone around the corner might notice. The electricity of strangers nearby while all three of you stood far too close pretending self-control still existed. Her husband watched with open amusement while she toyed with you mercilessly — fingers hooking your belt briefly before letting go, lips brushing near your ear while she spoke. Every movement deliberate. Every second escalating. At one stage a couple walked past the alley entrance and she froze, biting back laughter as all three of you stayed perfectly still in the shadows. The woman passing glanced in. Held eye contact for half a second. Then kept walking with a knowing smile. That somehow made everything hotter. By the time you returned to the apartment, tension filled the room thick enough to choke on. Music low. City lights spilling through the glass. Three people circling each other with the kind of energy that usually ends in either incredible sex or someone accidentally catching feelings. She sat beside you on the couch, one leg across yours, eyes locked onto you while her husband poured another drink. “You know,” she murmured softly, “you’re even more trouble in person.” You grinned. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing about both of you.” Outside, Sydney kept glowing like nothing unusual was happening. Inside that apartment? Absolute fucking danger. The apartment felt smaller now. Not physically — psychologically. The kind of charged atmosphere where every movement suddenly meant something. Every glance lingered too long. Every accidental touch absolutely wasn’t accidental anymore. She disappeared briefly into the bedroom, returning barefoot with music playing softly from her phone. Slow bass. Dim lighting. Dangerous decisions soundtrack. Her husband loosened his shirt collar and leaned back on the couch watching the two of you with obvious amusement. “You’re nervous,” he said. “I’m calculating survival odds.” That made her laugh properly for the first time all night — head tilted back, hand against your chest for balance. “Oh, you’ll survive,” she purred. “Question is… will you recover?” She moved differently now. More confident. More openly flirtatious. Like the public teasing outside had flipped a switch and now she wanted to see exactly how far she could push things before someone lost composure. Which, honestly, was becoming a rapidly collapsing situation. The three of you migrated onto the balcony again overlooking the harbour. Wind rolling in warm from the water. Music behind you. Sydney glowing gold and neon below like a city designed specifically for bad behaviour. Then she climbed into your lap. Not subtly. Not accidentally. Just slowly, deliberately, eyes fixed on yours while her husband watched over the rim of his glass. “Comfortable?” she asked. “Not remotely.” “Good.” Absolute menace. Her husband laughed quietly. “Told you she likes an audience.” That became the game for the next hour — tension and teasing. Her whispering things into your ear that made coherent thought impossible. Him casually throwing fuel on the fire with smug commentary while pretending innocence. At one point she stood near the balcony railing looking out over the city while traffic moved below like rivers of light. “You ever do something,” she asked softly, “just because you know you probably shouldn’t?” You leaned beside her. “Most of my best stories start that way.” “Same.” She turned toward you slowly then, close enough that you could smell perfume mixed with bourbon and sea air. Close enough that one bad decision would become several excellent bad decisions. Behind you, her husband spoke calmly. “You know,” he said, “normally by now people either panic… or fully commit.” “And which do you think this is?” He smirked. “Oh mate… nobody’s panicking.” That was the exact moment the night crossed the invisible line. Not into chaos. Into inevitability. The music faded into background noise. The city disappeared. The tension finally broke into kissing, laughter, wandering hands, whispered dares, and the intoxicating thrill of three people feeding off each other’s energy with absolutely no intention of slowing down. At one point she pulled back just enough to grin at both of you. “This,” she said breathlessly, “is so much hotter than messaging.” Nobody argued. Hours later the three of you ended up sprawled across the couch laughing half-drunk while the first hints of sunrise crept over Sydney Harbour. Hair messy. Shirts missing. Dignity questionable. Perfect. Her husband raised his glass toward you. “So,” he said casually, “same time next weekend?” You looked at her smirking beside you. Then at the sunrise. Then back at him. “Yeah,” you said. “This feels like the beginning of a really terrible influence.” She kissed your cheek. “Exactly the kind worth keeping.”

13 May 2026

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De avond is nog jong, maar buiten begint het al te schemeren. Ik zit op de bank te wachten tot je er bent. Dat kan ieder moment zijn. Maar dan trilt mijn telefoon ineens. ‘Pak je autosleutels en kom naar buiten. Nu.’ Naar buiten? Waarom naar buiten? Gehaast trek ik mijn lange jas aan, dezelfde die ik altijd draag wanneer ik zo de deur uit moet. Onder die jas draag ik alleen een visnetbody en hoge laarsjes. De stof verhult nauwelijks iets. Even blijf ik twijfelend in de gabg staan, maar toch stap ik naar buiten. En daar sta jij. Naast mijn auto. Je maakt een handgebaar die laat zien dat ik de sleutels aan je moet overhandigen. Dit doe ik. “Stap in de auto” Ik gehoorzaam meteen en glijd op de passagiersstoel. Mijn hart bonst in mijn keel. Ik vraag me nog steeds af waarom we met mijn auto gaan? Waar gaan we heen? We rijden de snelweg op. Bij het eerste drukke benzinestation neem je de afrit. Je tankt niet. Je rijdt door naar de parkeerplaats achteraan, vol met geparkeerde vrachtwagens. Een echte truckersplek waar ze overnachten. “Jas open en uitstappen.” Mijn ogen worden groot. “Hier? Nu?” Je grijpt ruw in mijn haar, trekt mijn hoofd naar je toe en sist in mijn oor: “Ik ga het niet nog een keer herhalen, slet. Je wilde toch een goedkoop hoertje zijn? Uitstappen. Nu.” De vernedering en opwinding schieten als een elektrische schok door mijn lijf. Mijn kutje klopt en wordt meteen nat. Met trillende vingers maak ik de jas open, stap uit en blijf even staan. De koude lucht beweegt zich over mijn bijna naakte lichaam. “Voor de auto uitlopen. Langzaam.” Ik loop voor de auto langs, tussen de rijen vrachtwagens door. De body zit strak om mijn lijf, mijn tepels zijn hard zichtbaar, mijn kont en kutje nauwelijks bedekt. Iedereen kan me zien. Vrachtwagenchauffeurs die net hun gordijnen opendoen, anderen die staan te roken. Ik voel hun blikken branden op mijn huid. Je knippert een paar keer met de koplampen om extra aandacht te trekken. Mijn wangen gloeien, maar mijn kutje druipt. Ik geniet van de schaamte, van het feit dat ik zichtbaar ben als het goedkope hoertje dat ik diep vanbinnen ben. Nadat ik de hele parkeerplaats af ben gelopen wuif je dat ik terug mag komen naar de auto. Ik denk dat we naar huis gaan, maar je rijdt door naar een andere plek: de parkeerplaats van een sportvereniging. Er wordt getraind op de velden. Niet superdruk, maar er kunnen nog genoeg mensen rond lopen. Je haalt een condoom uit je zak, scheurt de verpakking open met je tanden en rolt het soepel over de dikke, bollige versnellingspook. Mijn ogen worden groot van ongeloof. “Je... je gaat toch niet...” “Ga hier maar eens op zitten, geil sletje. Op die vette pook.” Ik aarzel een seconde. Je kijkt me streng aan. “Op de versnellingspook. Met je reet. Nu.” Ik klim over de middenconsole, spreid mijn benen en positioneer mezelf boven de dikke knobbel. Langzaam laat ik me zakken. De brede kop drukt tegen mijn kontgaatje en begint me open te rekken. Ik kreun zacht terwijl ik dieper zak. Centimeter voor centimeter verdwijnt de dikke pook in mijn kont tot mijn gaatje zich sluit rond het smalle steeltje. “Fack, hij is zo dik en groot.” En heel even word ik overspoelt door twijfel als ik even stil sta bij wat ik in hemelsnaam aan het doen ben. Maar ik geef me er aan over. Ik begin mezelf te neuken op de versnellingspook. Langzaam op en neer, steeds dieper. Mijn kutje druipt en mijn clitje is gezwollen. Het besef dat ik in mijn eigen auto op de pook zit te rijden terwijl er buiten mensen lopen, maakt me helemaal gek. Je kijkt geamuseerd toe. Dan stap je uit, tikt tegen het raam. Ik maak het open. “ kom van die pook af” Ik doe wat je zegt. Zodra ik eraf ben grijp je mijn haar vast en duw je je harde, dikke pik ruw in mijn mond. “Dit is wat je wilt, toch? Als een goedkoop auto-hoertje gebruikt worden.” Je neukt meteen diep in mijn keel, zonder opwarmen. Je ramt langs mijn huig, negeert mijn kokhalsreflexen en gebruikt mijn mond als een natte fuckhole. Tranen lopen over mijn wangen terwijl ik kokhalzend je pik in mn keel probeer te houden. Je trekt je pik eruit, opent het portier, draait me om en ramt in één stoot je dikke pik diep in mijn kont. Het portier staat wijd open. Iedereen die kijkt kan zien hoe je mijn kontje neukt “Geen geluid maken, sletje,” “Anders horen ze je nog op het hockeyveld.” Je hand klemt over mijn mond terwijl je meedogenloos in mijn reet ramt. Elke stoot diep en hard. Mijn kutje druipt langs mijn benen. Ik ben verloren in mn geilheid. Je haalt je pik eruit, trekt me aan mijn haar omhoog en snauwt: “Dacht je dat dit alles was, sletje?” “Nee Meneer...” “Spreid je billen voor me. Laat zien hoe open je bent.” Ik leun voorover, hoofd naast de pook waar ik net nog op heb gezeten en trek mijn billen wijd uit elkaar. Je duwt vier vingers meteen in mijn toch al opgerekte kont en begint te draaien en te pompen. Dan duw je je duim erbij. Ik tril over mijn hele lichaam als je vuist langzaam maar genadeloos naar binnen glijdt. Je begint me hard met je hele vuist te neuken, diep in mijn kont, terwijl je over de auto kijkt en heen de omgeving in de gaten houdt. De geilheid is overweldigend. Ik tril, kreun zacht en probeer mezelf te beheersen om het niet uit te gillen. Ik voel alle geilheid in me met een vloedgolf naar boven komen en smeek: “Alsjeblieft Meneer... mag ik klaarkomen? Ik hou het niet meer...” Je draait je vuist nog dieper. “Nog niet, sletje. Nog lang niet” Je trekt je vuist langzaam terug uit mijn opengerekte gat en stapt weer in de auto. “De hockeytraining is zo te zien afgelopen, maar thuis wacht nog een andere training voor jou.” Thuis aangekomen laat ik me meteen op mijn knieën zakken in de gang, armen op mijn rug, ogen naar de grond. Ik ben een braaf, wachtend sletje. Al moet ik mezelf beheersen om toch niet op te kijken om te kunnen zien wat je nou weer van plan bent met me. Je rommelt in de keuken, vraagt om plakband en loopt naar boven. De spanning vreet aan me. Wat ga je doen met dat plakband? Mijn kutje klopt bij elke seconde dat ik moet wachten. Als je terugkomt trek je me ruw aan mijn haar mee naar de gang. “Hoofd naar beneden.” Ik gehoorzaam. Je plakt iets tegen de grote spiegel en beveelt: “Opkijken.” Voor me hangt een enorme, dikke, realistische dildo, monsterlijk groot en lang, stevig tegen de spiegel geplakt. Bovenop is mijn eigen telefoon vastgetapet. Op het scherm staat in grote letters: Deepthroat hoer Daaronder een teller: 0 / + “Volgens mij heb jij afgelopen week niet getraind zoals we hadden afgesproken,” “Nee Meneer… daar heeft u gelijk in,” Je grijnst breed, pakt mijn haar vast en duwt mijn gezicht naar de dildo. “Dan wordt het nu inhalen.Tien keer. Neus op het plusje. Elke keer tellen.” Ik open mijn mond zo wijd mogelijk en neem de dikke kop naar binnen. Al snel raakt hij mijn keel. Ik duw door, kokhalzend, tranen schieten in mijn ogen. Het ding is te groot, te lang. Mijn keel bolt op. Ik voel hoe de siliconen pik m’n keeltje oprekt en ik ben bang dat ik het niet ga halen. Het is zo groot, hard en dik. Ik jammer dat het echt niet gaat lukken, maar jij hebt daar geen boodschap. Ik besef me dat er weinig op zit en toch door moet gaan. Met pure wilskracht pers ik de enorme dildo diep m’n keeltje in, ik voel hoe ver het langs m’n huigje glijdt en m’n hele lichaam reageert. Mijn neus raakt het scherm en bereikt het plusje. Eén. Ik doe het nog een keer. En nog een keer. Bij de vierde keer loopt er slijm over mijn kin, tranen stromen over mijn wangen. Bij de zevende keer kokhals ik zo hard dat ik bijna overgeef, maar ik blijf duwen. Bij de tiende keer heb ik de hele dikke paal in mijn keel, neus tegen het scherm gedrukt, terwijl mijn lichaam schokt en mijn keel bloed. “Goed zo, slet.” Je trekt de dildo uit mijn keel, pakt mijn hoofd met twee handen vast en ramt je eigen harde, dikke pik meteen tot aan je ballen in mijn keel. Je neukt me meedogenloos, hard en diep. “Dit is wat je verdient, deepthroat hoertje” Je trekt me aan mijn haren overeind, sleept me naar de bank, gooit me eroverheen en ramt in één brute stoot je pik diep in mijn toch al kapot geneukte kont. Je neukt me genadeloos hard, met lange, diepe halen. Je hand druk je over mn mond en met je andere hand druk je m’n keel dicht. Ik word overspoeld door geilheid. De hele dag, de vernedering, de fist, de deepthroattraining, alles komt samen. Ik schreeuw het uit van pure lust. “Alsjeblieft Meneer… mag ik komen? Alstublieft!” Je grijpt mijn haar, trekt mijn hoofd achterover en gromt: “Liggen. Op je rug.” Ik doe wat je zegt. In één brute beweging boor je je vuist diep bij me naar binnen. Mijn natte kut slurpt hem gulzig op. Je weet precies hoe ik het lekker vind: helemaal gevuld, uitgerekt en hard gebruikt worden. “Fuuuuuck!” schreeuw ik terwijl je vuist mijn kutje openrekt. Je begint meteen genadeloos te stoten, diep en hard, je vuist helemaal naar binnen en weer bijna helemaal naar buiten, telkens opnieuw. Het soppende geluid van mijn kutje is niet normaal. Je andere hand grijpt de wand, zet hem op de hoogste stand en drukt de trillende kop hard tegen mijn opgezwollen, kloppende clit. De combinatie is vernietigend. “Please… please please please Meneer… mag ik alstublieft klaarkomen?” Smeek ik wanhopig. Je duwt je vuist nog dieper in me, draait hem rond en gromt: “Kom dan, sletje.” Het orgasme slaat als een allesverwoestende explosie door mijn lichaam. Mijn kut knijpt krampachtig om je vuist, zuigt hem nog dieper naar binnen terwijl een enorme golf van geilheid door me heen raast. Het houdt niet op. Het blijft maar doorgaan, minutenlang. Mijn ogen rollen weg, mijn mond hangt open en ik kan alleen maar onsamenhangende kreunen en grommen uitbrengen. En dan bereik ik m’n top.. Ik schreeuw het uit, hard en dierlijk, terwijl mijn hele lichaam ongecontroleerd schokt. Ik blijf maar komen, steeds opnieuw, of nog steeds, terwijl jij me meedogenloos blijft fisten en de wand hard tegen mijn clit gedrukt houdt. Het orgasme lijkt eindeloos te duren, tot ik uiteindelijk slap en trillend achterblijf, helemaal kapot geneukt. Je trekt je vuist langzaam uit mijn rood en open geklopte kut, geeft een harde klap op mijn kont en zegt tevreden: “Goed gedaan vandaag sletje.”

10 May 2026

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It started with eye contact. One of those looks that lasts a second too long before both people pretend it meant nothing. I was out late, running on music, caffeine, and one of those moods where you’re not really looking for anything… but if something happens, you don’t stop it either. She sat near me. Calm. Confident. Dangerous in that quiet way. We started talking casually at first music, tattoos, random life shit,but underneath it there was tension building hard. The kind where both people already know where this is going but nobody wants to say it first. She leaned closer every time she laughed. I noticed her hand brushing against my arm more often. I could smell her perfume every time she moved and honestly it was driving me insane. Eventually she looked at me and said, “So… are you always this hard to read?” I laughed and told her, “Only when I’m trying to behave.” That broke the last bit of tension instantly. The conversation turned playful, teasing, and dangerous in all the right ways without either of us forcing it. Just natural chemistry. Real attraction. Two people feeding off each other’s energy and enjoying every second of it. The best part wasn’t even the physical side. It was the build-up. The anticipation. Watching someone slowly lose control while pretending they still have it. That’s the kind of connection I enjoy most. Mutual energy. Confidence. Teasing. Tension. No games. No fake personalities. Just two people completely locked into each other for the night.

10 May 2026

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Ik heb je een paar dagen terug ‘ontmoet’ op AdultMatchMaker, en onze gesprekken hier waren vaak heel gezellig en soms heel spannend. In de laatste paar gesprekken werd wel duidelijk dat we eraan toe waren om elkaar ‘in het echt’ te zien. Uiteindelijk stel ik voor om morgen, zaterdag ergens te gaan lunchen, ik weet wel een leuke locatie, bereikbaar voor ons beiden. Ik weet verder dat niet te ver van de lunchlocatie ook een hotel is gevestigd waar ik gewoon ‘zakelijk’ wel eens overnacht, en er, zeker in het weekend, wel een kamer vrij zal zijn… Ik begin me al zorgen te maken, wanneer jouw reactie niet ‘onmiddellijk’ volgt. Bij mij komt de gedachte direct op “ben ik nu toch al te hard van stapel gelopen?”. Maar ik weet ook dat staren naar het beeldscherm niet zo veel helpt, dus ga ik wat andere dingen doen. Een half uur later kom ik weer eens terug, en zie het rode bolletje bij “messages”.. Vol spanning open ik het bericht, ik zie ook dat je “online” bent. “He, leuk dat je voorstelt om te gaan lunchen, lijkt me heel gezellig, maar…” Het eerste deel van de boodschap is lekker, en opgelucht haal ik adem. Dat gaat vast goed komen, maar die “, maar…” zit me wat dwars. Er gaat van alles door mijn hoofd, maar voordat ik helemaal van slag raak zie ik de golfjes dat je aan het typen bent. Rustig wacht ik het bericht af “zaterdag heb ik al een dag in de sauna voor mijzelf gereserveerd.” “Balen” is het eerste dat door mijn hoofd schiet. Dat gaat hem dus niet worden, en de week erna heb ik al een uitje staan. Ik begin alvast te typen aan mijn reactie “hee jammer dat je al ee” Maar jouw volgende berichtje komt eerder binnen: “Waarom kom jij ook niet naar die sauna in Emst, en dan lunchen we daar?” Ik denk 2 tellen na en reageer “Natuurlijk lijkt me dat een goed plan.” Vervolgens besteed ik een minuut of tien om mijn reservering in orde te maken, en ik kies voor het ‘dag arrangement’, daar blijkt de lunch bij in te zitten. Ik type terug “reservering geregeld.”. Direct antwoord jij: “Leuk, spannend, ik kijk er naar uit, zullen we elkaar dan rond 1300 uur in het restaurant tegenkomen?”. “lijkt mij ook heel leuk, en zeker spannend, tot morgen” type ik terug. Zaterdagochtend ben ik al bijtijds wakker en begin ik mijn ochtendritueel met het zorgvuldig scheren van mijn schaamstreek zodat dat er weer strak bij staat. Ik merk dat ik al opgewonden word van het idee alleen al. Afspreken in de sauna, die moet ik onthouden. Voordat ik vertrek kijk ik nog even op de site, eigenlijk om nogmaals je foto’s checken. Ik weet dat er 4 foto’s zijn: 2 waar je gezicht op staat, 1 waar je gekleed op staat, alleen, en een laatste die een close-up van een van je borsten is. Maar er zijn ook nieuwe berichten: twee, alle twee van jou. “hi, ik ben mijzelf aan het voorbereiden op mijn sauna dagje, en ik heb er zin in” Het tweede ‘en ik hoop jij ook. Zorg dat jij om 13:00 ergens aan een tafel voor twee zit? Dan vind ik jou wel...” Ik type “doe ik” in de hoop dat je dat nog zal lezen, want je bent nu niet online. Wanneer ik ruim op tijd aankom bij het sauna complex zie ik de parkeerplaats al best vol staan. Ik meld me bij de balie, krijg het bandje, en de vraag hoe laat ik wil lunchen: ik zeg “één uur is goed voor mij”., “Dat kan” is de geruststellende reactie. De dame van de receptie vraagt of ik nog meer wil, of ik nog een behandeling wil reserveren. Ik denk niet na en vraag “is er nog ruimte voor een duo-massage vanmiddag? Voor mij en een vriendin?” “Ik ga even kijken”, en de dame klikt wat her en der op het scherm waar ik verder niet op kan meekijken. “ik kan om half drie nog een duo-massage plannen, voor u en uw vriendin, zal ik dat doen?”. “Lijkt me geweldig, ja reserveer die” is mijn reactie. De dame maakt de reservering compleet en ik krijg de instructies waar ik mij (ons) om 14:15 moet melden. Opgewekt loop ik de kleedruimte in, om mij voor te bereiden op mijn sauna bezoek en lunchafspraak. Terwijl ik mij uitkleed kijk ik zowat om mij heen, een beetje op zoek naar jou natuurlijk. Want ben je er al, of kom je later, ik weet het niet. Van de foto’s zijn me wat dingen bij gebleven, je hebt niet al te donker haar, halflang, “oh shit” vergeten te vragen of dat nu ook nog zo is, zeg ik bijna hardop. Zo direct zie ik niemand die jou zou kunnen zijn, en verlaat ik de kleedruimte, op weg naar de douches. Ik heb zo mijn eigen sauna ritueel ontwikkeld en na de douche loop ik direct door naar een droge sauna voor mijn ‘eerste rondje’.   De droge sauna laat ik volgen door een koude douche, in mijn eerste rondje ben ik nog geen ‘held’. Daarna stap ik het zwembad in om bij te komen. Ik merk dat ik zeker alle andere bezoekers ‘beschouw’. Daar zitten wel mooie exemplaren tussen, zowel vrouwen, als mannen. Ik beschouw mijzelf zeker niet een ‘mooie man’, daarvoor heb ik een gebrek aan six-pack als grootste ‘uitdaging’. Maar onzeker over mijzelf ben ik niet. Ik mag er zijn. Mijn gedachten gaan naar de lunch zo meteen, en terwijl ik daar over nadenk realiseer ik me dat ik nu niet meer direct het zwembad uit kan stappen, daarvoor moet ik eerst mijn erectie weer laten bedaren. “mm dit is onhandig” zeg maar, en het is vooralsnog ‘alleen maar lunch’. Ik ga maar gewoon even wat zwemmen om mijn pik tot rust te brengen, en te kijken of ik jou wellicht in het zwembad al tegenkom. Zo te zien niet, maar helemaal zeker weten doe ik het niet, want aan de andere kant zit een dame alleen, in de buurt van een trapje, die vanaf hier enigszins op het beeld van jouw foto lijkt. Ik zwem rustig die kant op, maar terwijl ik onderweg bent stapt een andere dame naast je van de rand het zwembad in. Jullie kennen elkaar is mijn conclusie. En ik zwem rustig door. Het water maakt me lekker ontspannen, en nu kan ik het zwembad wel uit. De twee dames van zonet zijn geanimeerd in gesprek en lijken mij niet op te merken. Ik neem het trapje naast hen het zwembad uit en ik ga op zoek naar mijn badjas en handdoek. Ik droog me wat af, en zoek even een bedje buiten. Het is een beetje fris, maar wel lekker zonnig. Ik kies een plek met wat overzicht en laat me op het bedje zakken. Ik zie veel andere mensen, maar niemand waarvan ik denk ‘dat zou jij kunnen zijn’. De tijd verstrijkt en het is tijd om naar het restaurant te gaan. Ik meld me bij de dame die aan de deur staat, “welkom, zoekt u een tafel voor 1 persoon? “, “nee" zeg ik. "ik verwacht ook nog een vriendin” geef ik aan. “Prima, zoekt u dan een tafeltje voor twee uit. Ik vind een tafeltje voor 2, een beetje uit de loop. Er komt iemand op mij af met de vraag of ik wat wil drinken. “een bruiswater is voor nu goed”. Ik kijk om heen, ik weet dat ik er op tijd zat, en de gedachte komt al bij me op dat ‘je toch niet komt opdagen’. Ik zie in de verte de bediening aankomen met mijn drankje, en terwijl mijn aandacht zich daarop richt voel ik een hand op mijn schouder en een zachte stem die zegt “ik heb je gevonden, gelukkig”. Je gaat op de andere stoel zitten, tegenover me. Ik weet niet wat me overkomt. Tering wat zie je er goed uit, veel beter dan op de foto’s zeg. denk ik. Mijn bruiswater wordt bezorgd en jij geeft jouw bestelling door. Jouw badjas is niet van die dikke stof, maar veel dunner en laat daarmee direct al veel meer van jouw contouren zien. “Ik ben ook enorm blij dat je me gevonden hebt” zeg ik. “Welkom, ontzettend leuk je te zien, je ziet er goed uit” voeg ik eraan toe. “Dank je, en jij ziet er ook lekker uit, heb ik vandaag al kunnen vaststellen”. "Hoezo?” vraag ik. ”Ik had je al herkend in het zwembad, er zijn niet zo heel veel single mannen vandaag” is je reactie. “En ik heb natuurlijk naar je gekeken toen je het trapje uit het zwembad nam” ga je door. “en dat viel me helemaal niet tegen”. Jouw drankje wordt nu bezorgd en we buigen ons over de kaart. “Wil je uitgebreid lunchen?” vraag ik. Je zegt. “Niet zo heel veel, maar de lunchsalade met mozarella lijkt me helemaal goed, want waarom dat?” “Ik ben een beetje brutaal geweest” zeg ik “en heb gewoon een duo-massage voor ons geboekt, alleen die is al om half drie”. Je kijkt me aan en zegt, “oh wow lekker, dat is zeker een verrassing, maar dat komt goed. Doe mij de salade maar.” En terwijl je dat zegt buig je wat naar me toe waardoor je badjas net wat verder openvalt en ik goed zicht op je borsten krijg, en je zegt iets zachter: ”ik wil je wel waarschuwen, ik word meestal enorm geil van massages, en ik kan er hier niets mee…” Direct voel ik het bloed weer naar beneden stromen. Ik negeer dat en zeg, “misschien kan ik er na afloop voor zorgen.”. Je lacht vrolijk, en kijkt me aan, “Lijkt me goed plan…”. Ons gesprek tijdens de lunch loopt ‘vanzelf’, en gaat over gewone dingen tot je aan mij vraagt “en waar word jij geil van?” “De gedachte aan seks met jou later vanmiddag is al genoeg om geil van te worden.” is mijn eerlijke reactie. “Ok”, zeg je, “kan ik me wat bij voorstellen, werkt bij mij zo ook wel een beetje”. We ronden de lunch af en gaan richting de ruimtes waar de massages en andere behandelingen worden gegeven. We moeten een trap op naar de eerste verdieping, en jij dringt je gewoon een beetje voor en loopt voor mij de trap op. Ik krijg een fantastisch uitzicht op je kont en wanneer jij boven aan de trap wacht tot ik weer naast je sta, fluister je “en hielp dat…”. Mijn antwoord is “nee, het wordt alleen maar ongemakkelijker”. We komen in de ontvangstruimte en ik meld me bij de dame achter de balie. “Ik zie uw reservering staan, meneer, voor de duo-massage, we hebben cabine 3 voor u gereserveerd. Iets verderop links is de ingang. Gaan jullie daar vast naar binnen, onze masseurs komen zo”. Cabine 3 is makkelijk te vinden, formaat woonkamer, 2 massage tafels ruim van elkaar, al voorzien van handdoeken, een tafeltje met wat spullen en een kastje met wasbak en zo, en een deur die van binnen dicht kan lijkt het. Natuurlijk links en recht haakjes voor onze badjassen, maar ook achterin een ruime regendouche waar schone handdoeken al klaar hangen. We staan daar even ongemakkelijk elkaar aan te kijken. Wat nu? Dat duurt maar 10 seconden, want de deur gaat weer open en melden onze masseurs zich, nou ja, een heer en een dame. De heer neemt het voortouw, “Goedemiddag ik ben Karl, en dit is Melanie, wij zullen jullie vandaag een heerlijke ontspanningsmassage geven”. Karl noemt ook onze namen en vraagt “zijn er dingen waar wij rekening mee moeten houden, denk aan blessures en zo, want we willen het natuurlijk zo comfortabel mogelijk maken. Geef vooral aan wanneer je iets niet zo prettig vindt voelen, dat is niet erg, en voor ons heel duidelijk.“. “Na afloop kunnen jullie hier ook douchen om de laatste resten olie af te wassen” geeft Melanie aan, ”de massage duurt drie kwartier, maar de cabine is een uur voor jullie gereserveerd”. Ik hoor jou zeggen, “dat is wel heel fijn en een kwartier moet genoeg zijn, toch?” terwijl je mij lachend aankijkt. Opnieuw voel ik mijn bloed naar beneden stromen, en weet niet waar ik het moet zoeken. Sta ik hier, met jou, een masseur en een masseuse en een beginnende erectie in mijn badjas. Gelukkig neemt Karl het voortouw “jullie mogen zo je badjassen op de haakjes hangen en ieder op een tafel komen liggen, wij masseren altijd eerst jullie voorkant, dus ga op je rug liggen. Wij snappen dat je je wellicht wat ongemakkelijk voelt, maar weet dat wij heel ervaren zijn, en al veel personen hier hebben gehad, en al veel hebben gezien.” Jij hangt als eerste je badjas op, en kiest een tafel. Daarmee laat je mij geen keus meer, hang ik ook mijn badjas op en ga op mijn rug op ‘mijn tafel’ liggen. Het is volkomen duidelijk dat ik een serieus stijve pik heb, gelukkig wordt er nu een tweetal handdoeken over mij heen gelegd, door Karl, en Melanie doet hetzelfde bij jou. Er begint een heel rustgevend muziekje te klinken, en ik draai mijn hoofd een beetje naar links om jou aan te kijken. “Geniet er van” zeg je nog tegen me, met een twinkeling in je ogen. Karl begint vervolgens mij te masseren, één voor één worden mijn armen vrij gemaakt en ik word heerlijk loom van zijn aanrakingen. Ik kijk jouw kant op en Melanie is ook begonnen met jouw armen, en ik heb een prima uitzicht op jouw lijf, weliswaar nog onder een handdoekje, maar dat gaat vast veranderen. Nadat mijn beide armen zijn gedaan vouwt Karl mijn bovenste handdoek terug om mijn borst en buik te kunnen masseren, en ik zie bij jou hetzelfde gebeuren, “wat een mooie borsten heb je” denk ik. Ik hoor Melanie aan je vragen of jouw borsten ook gemasseerd mogen worden, waarbij ze je tepels niet zal aanraken. Karl stelt die vraag niet aan mij, maar ik hoor jouw antwoord “jazeker dat mag…” de gedachte alleen al maakt dat het weer wat onrustig wordt onder het handdoekje. Karl gaat heel relaxed met mijn voorkant aan de slag, maar ik merk dat ik nogal gevoelig reageer wanneer hij zo net onder mijn navel komt. “Wil je dat ik dat oversla?” vraagt Karl, “ik merk dat je wat gevoelig bent, daar”. “Ja, het is wat gevoelig, maar ik vind het ook prettig, dus ga vooral je gang” antwoord ik. “Goedzo” hoor ik je zeggen “je moet er gewoon van genieten”.. Dat doe ik. Op enig moment vouwen Karl en Melanie de handdoeken weer over onze borstkas. De handdoeken worden nu van onderaf omgeslagen, als eerste zijn onze voeten aan de beurt. Dan gaat de handdoek van 1 been af, en gaat Karl met zijn stevige maar zachte handen mijn linkerbeen masseren, vanaf de enkel naar de knie, en hoger tot aan mijn lies. Ik kan jou nu toch zien, want hoewel Melanie en Karl tussen de tafels staan, staan ze niet ‘in het zicht’. Duidelijk is dat Melanie ook bij jouw lies is aangekomen want ik zie je heel zacht op je onderlip bijten. Ik zie gewoon dat jij geil wordt van massages… Melanie en Karl verplaatsen zich naar de andere kant van hun tafel om het andere been onder handen te nemen. Daarmee heb ik meer uitzicht op jouw lijf en ook op Melanie die met haar vaardige handen nu jouw linkerbeen onderwerpt aan een massage, en opnieuw eindigt bij je lies… Daarmee lijkt de massage van de voorkant klaar, en Karl zegt “wij halen zo de handdoeken even weg en draai je dan rustig om, en ga op je buik liggen, zorg dat je lekker ligt”, “Dan ga ik daarna verder met de dame, en neemt Melanie de heer voor haar rekening”. Jij draait je als eerste om, maar zodanig dat ik een perfect zicht heb op jouw van olie glanzende voorkant. Je gaat liggen en kijkt nu mijn kant op. Ik draai me om, zodanig dat jij ook goed zicht op mijn voorkant hebt. Ik ga liggen, zorg dat mijn pik een prettige positie heeft en wacht af. We krijgen weer handdoeken over ons, en ik hoor Karl en Melanie iets tegen elkaar zeggen, maar kan het niet verstaan. De massage begint in mijn nek, waarbij Melanie aan mijn hoofdeind staat. Haar handen voelen ook heel stevig en zacht, maar toch totaal anders dan die van Karl. Nadat mijn nek geweest is, vouwt ze de handdoek weer wat naar beneden, en begint van boven met mijn schouders en schouderbladen. Iedere keer dat ze naar voren buigt voel ik haar buik zachtjes tegen mijn hoofd, niet onprettig, helemaal niet, zeg maar. Ik probeer te kijken naar jou, en zie dat ook Karl heel soepel jouw schouders en schouderbladen onder handen neemt, en ook zijn buik lijkt net jouw haar te raken. Jouw ogen zijn dicht, en ik zie je nog een beetje op je onderlip bijten. Na de schouders wordt mijn onderrug tot aan mijn bilnaad heel vakkundig gemasseerd, waarbij Melanie en Karl het tempo duidelijk op elkaar afstemmen. Nadat onze ruggen klaar zijn, wordt nu de achterkant van mijn ene been door Melanie onder handen genomen, en nadat ze mijn kuit heeft gedaan glijden haar handen naar mijn hamstring, terwijl Melanie die heel soepel en ontspannend masseert kijk ik naar jou, en denk ik “hoor ik je nu zachtjes kreunen?”, op dat moment komt Melanie met haar vingers net in contact met perineum, en ook ik krijg de neiging om te kreunen, maar hou me net in. Melanie neemt nu ook mijn bilspier mee, en eigenlijk is bij mij de ontspanning nu weg, en heeft plaats gemaakt voor opwinding. Melanie en Karl verplaatsen zich zodat ze de andere benen onder handen kunnen nemen, en eigenlijk is ook daar hetzelfde ritueel, heel ontspannend, maar dan net nog een vinger tegen mijn perineum aan. Dat kan geen toeval zijn. Nadat onze laatste delen zijn gemasseerd worden we helemaal toegedekt, en zegt Melanie “blijf nog even liggen, wij ruimen eerst onze spullen hier op, dan hoeven wij niet meer terug te komen. Is dat klaar dan helpen we jullie overeind en is de douche voor jullie”. Ik blijf liggen, ogen dicht, en enorm opgewonden inmiddels. Na een minuut of wat hoor ik Karl zeggen, “We halen zo de handdoeken van jullie af, dan mag je je rustig op je zij draaien en je benen van de tafel laten glijden. Doe dat rustig dan val je niet om”. Ik draai me op mijn zij, doe mijn benen naar de binnenkant, en kom overeind. Mm mijn erectie is niet weg, jij komt nu ook overeind en kijkt naar mij, mijn gezicht en naar mijn pik. Karl en Melanie zien dat wij niet omgevallen zijn en nemen afscheid. “Neem je tijd om te douchen, en daarna kan je via de deur weer naar buiten, wij hopen dat het ontspannend was”. Ze lopen naar buiten en jij staat op en draait de deur op slot. “ik ben inderdaad heel geil geworden, en zeker toen Karl met zijn vingers aan het eind mijn schaamlippen kort aanraakte. Ik dacht, ik doe mijn benen wijd en vinger me maar. Maar dat heb ik niet gedaan, dus nu moet jij eerst maar eens met mij aan de slag, Wil je me klaar likken voor we onder de douche gaan? “ Je zet je zelf weer op de massagetafel nu met je benen wijd. Ik grijp een handdoek voor mijn knieën en ga op mijn knieën tussen je benen zitten, “Dat laat ik me geen twee keer zeggen natuurlijk” is mijn reactie, voordat ik vol aanval op je schaamlippen, clit en kut. Inderdaad proef ik hoe nat je al geworden ben, je smaakt geweldig en ik merk dat je harder begint te kreunen. Binnen no-time kom je vervolgens licht schokkend klaar. “Mmm” zeg je “dat was echt nodig. Kom, ga mee onder de douche, dan kan jij me daar doggy neuken tot jij spuit, want dat moet duidelijk ook nu gebeuren., want ik zag jouw ogen ook draaien toen Melanie met de bovenkant van je hamstring bezig was.“ Je loopt vooruit naar de douche, opent de kraan die vrijwel direct aangenaam warm water uit de grote regendouche laat stromen, het water stroomt in beekjes langs je lijf en je buigt je voorover en houd je aan de kraan vast. “Ik wil je nu, en het hoeft niet zachtjes want ik ben al zeiknat en je mag gewoon in mij klaarkomen” fluister je me toe. Mijn pik is er ook helemaal klaar voor en ik pak je billen beet, doe ze een beetje uit elkaar om zeker te weten dat je schaamlippen niet in de weg zitten en ik laat mijn pik in je zakken, diep tot ik niet verder kan. Inderdaad, je bent zeiknat en ik weet dat ook ik nu niet meer dan een paar stoten nodig heb om klaar te komen. Het bleken er 7 te zijn, en terwijl ik langzaam mijn pik uit je haal kom jij overeind en begin je mij te wassen. Ik sta nog wat bij te komen, maar jij vraagt nu of ik jouw lichaam ook wil wassen, geweldig is het, zo’n enorm glad en nat lijf te mogen wassen, alles, je borsten, buik, je venusheuvel. Wanneer we de olie van ons afgewassen hebben, droog ik je als eerste af en geef je je handdoek zodat je de laatste delen zelf kan doen. Ik droog mijzelf af en fatsoeneer met twee vingers mijn haar. Ik geef je je badjas aan, en vraag “gaan we zo nog samen naar het stoombad? Want daar heb ik nu enorm veel zin in”. Jouw antwoord verbaast mij enorm “zullen we dan eerst even langs het zwembad lopen om te zien of ik mijn vriendin kan spotten, want die vindt een stoombad ook geweldig”. “Hoezo vriendin, je zou toch alleen hier zijn”. “Nee” zeg je, "ik heb gezegd dat ik een dag voor mijzelf had gereserveerd. Mijn vriendin regelt altijd eigen arrangement, maar de afspraak is altijd “samen uit”, “samen thuis”....

10 May 2026

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