Today’s Hot Zodiac Love Story: ♊ Wit Meets ♑ Power in the Rain

Gemini and Capricorn love story for you. The torrential rain had forced a dozen strangers under the awning of a closed art gallery, but Marcus only had eyes for the woman in the sharply tailored trench coat. As a Capricorn man, he was built on discipline, control, and absolute focus. Yet the moment Chloe, a Gemini woman with electric energy and a sharp, teasing smile, laughed at the sudden downpour, his rigid composure cracked. She was unpredictable, fluid, and dangerously charming—a total contrast to his structured world.

Sparks on the Midnight Sidewalk

“You look far too serious for someone standing in a thunderstorm,” Chloe said, turning her head toward him. Her bright eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned against the stone pillar, entirely unbothered by the cold mist.

Marcus didn’t back away. He stepped out of the crowd, taking two slow strides that brought him inches away from her, towering over her with quiet dominance. “I’m calculating how long it takes for a cab to arrive,” his deep voice resonated, smooth and steady against the heavy rainfall. “And whether I’m letting you take it alone.”

Chloe’s breath hitched, a sudden flush rising along her neck. She was used to outsmarting men with quick banter, but Marcus’s heavy, unyielding gaze grounded her completely. He reached out, his warm, calloused fingers catching a stray lock of wet hair and tucking it gently behind her ear, letting his knuckles linger against her warm skin.

Breaking Rules in the Gallery Archway

When the crowd under the awning finally dispersed, the silence between them turned thick and suffocatingly hot. Chloe backed up into the shadowed archway of the gallery doors, her heart hammering against her ribs as Marcus closed the remaining distance.

“I usually keep my options open,” she whispered, her voice dropping into a breathless challenge as her hands rested against his firm chest.

“Options are closed for tonight,” Marcus growled softly. He slid both hands up to her waist, lifting her slightly to pin her against the heavy wooden door, his body pressing flush against hers.

The collision between her quick-witted, free spirit and his raw, possessive intensity created an intoxicating spark. As his head dipped down and his lips grazed the sensitive curve of her neck, every instinct to run vanished, leaving them completely consumed by the storm.

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Today’s Hot Zodiac Love Story: ♈ Flame Meets ♎ Grace in the Speakeasy

Love story of Aries and Libra … The hidden speakeasy behind the velvet curtain was packed, but Liam didn’t care about the crowd. As an Aries man, he moved with pure intention, his dark eyes locked onto the woman sitting alone at the corner booth. Clara, a Libra woman with effortless elegance, was sipping an espresso martini, looking like she owned the room without even trying. She usually preferred slow, diplomatic courtships, but the sheer heat radiating off Liam as he stepped directly into her space made her pulse spike instantly.

A High-Stakes Game of Attraction

“You’re making it very hard to focus on my drink,” Liam said, his voice a smooth, low growl as he sat down beside her, skipping any polite buffer distance.

Clara tilted her glass, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips. “Then you should probably work on your willpower.”

“I don’t waste willpower when I see what I want,” Liam shot back with a dangerous, playful smirk. He didn’t offer fake compliments or weak icebreakers. Instead, he leaned in close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath against her collarbone, his raw, unapologetic focus pulling her deeper into his orbit. When his hand lightly brushed against hers to take her glass, an electric charge surged straight down her spine.

Surrender Under the Dim Crimson Lights

As the jazz rhythm slowed, the magnetic pull between them snapped into something intensely heavy and undeniable. Clara leaned across the leather booth, her refined composure completely melting under his intense gaze.

“You always move this fast?” she whispered, her voice dropping to a soft, breathless challenge.

Liam stood up, reached for her hand, and pulled her out of the booth, trapping her gently against the secluded brick wall near the back exit. “Only when it matters,” he murmured into her ear, his large hand sliding firmly around her waist to anchor her flush against his chest.

The contrast between her soft, delicate grace and his fiery, dominant energy created a blinding chemistry that neither wanted to control. As his lips brushed the sensitive skin beneath her jawline, every rule and boundary completely dissolved into the dark September night.

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Today’s Hot Zodiac Love Story: ♌ Fire Meets ♒ Ice on the Rooftop Terrace

Leo and Aquarius love story. The rooftop lounge was buzzing with a high-energy Saturday crowd, but the real electric charge sparked the moment Leo entered the patio. He moved with a relaxed, magnetic confidence that naturally turned heads without him even trying. Sitting near the edge of the terrace with a sketchbook in hand was Maya, an Aquarius woman who couldn’t care less about status or superficial charm. Yet, the instant his shadow crossed her table, a sudden surge of curiosity made her drop her pen.

A Fiery Spark in the Late-Summer Heat

“That’s a serious expression for a Saturday night,” Leo said, his voice a low, smooth rasp that cut effortlessly through the music. He didn’t ask for permission—he simply pulled up a chair and leaned into her space, his dark eyes locking onto hers with zero hesitation.

Maya tilted her head, fighting a sudden blush creeping up her neck. “I only focus on things that are actually interesting.”

“Good thing I just walked in, then,” Leo replied with a slow, playful smirk. There were no fake pleasantries or boring icebreakers. He focused on her with an intense, undivided warmth that made the surrounding crowd fade into blur. When his fingers brushed her wrist to turn the sketchbook page, a sharp, exhilarating jolt of physical tension ran straight up her arm.

Crossing the Line Beneath the City Lights

As the midnight breeze rolled over the skyline, the playful banter shifted into something far heavier and more intimate. Maya leaned across the small table, her usual cautious distance completely melting away under his radiant focus.

“You think you’ve got me figured out,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a soft, breathless challenge.

Leo stood up, took her hand, and pulled her flush against his chest before she could step back. “I’m just getting started,” he murmured into her ear, his hand slipping around her waist to anchor her firmly against him.

The contrast between her cool, free-spirited mind and his fiery, unapologetic passion created an explosive chemistry that neither was willing to stop. As his mouth leaned down close to hers in the dim shadows of the balcony, every rule and boundary completely dissolved into the dark September night.

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Today’s Hot Zodiac Love Story: ♏ Scorpio & ♉ Taurus

…love stories … The rooftop air was thick with late-summer heat, but the real temperature spike happened the moment Julian crossed the crowded bar. He didn’t smile, and he certainly didn’t offer a polite nod. As a Scorpio man, he moved with the quiet, deliberate confidence of someone who already knew how the night was going to end. Elena, sitting on a high velvet barstool with a half-empty martini, felt him coming before she even turned around. As a Taurus woman, she usually put up an ironclad wall around strangers, but the sheer physical gravity walking toward her made her heart hammer against her ribs.

A Dangerous Game of Eye Contact

“You’re sitting in my favorite spot,” Julian said, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that cut right through the booming bass of the lounge. He didn’t step back to give her personal space—he leaned right into it, placing one broad hand on the marble counter right beside her thigh.

Elena raised an eyebrow, fighting the sudden rush of warmth flushing up her neck. “I don’t see your name on it.”

“Give it five minutes,” he murmured, his dark gaze dropping deliberately to her lips before locked back onto her eyes. There was no polite small talk, no fake laughs, and zero games. Julian pulled her deeper into his orbit with a raw, undeniable focus that made the rest of the noisy room completely fade into background noise. When his fingers casually brushed against her knee to guide her toward the quieter balcony, a physical jolt ran straight down her spine.

Crossing the Line in the Midnight Shadows

Out on the balcony, away from the flashing lights, the tension snapped into something electric. The cool night breeze did nothing to cool the heat between them. Elena backed up until her hips pressed against the iron railing, but instead of backing off, Julian stepped right into her shadow, trapping her gently with his presence.

“You’re dangerous,” she breathed, her voice dropping to a soft, breathless laugh as his chest brushed against hers.

“Only if you try to run,” Julian whispered, lifting a finger to trace the sharp line of her jawline, sliding down to the sensitive dip of her collarbone.

Elena didn’t step back. She tilted her chin up, letting her soft, grounded sensuality crash right into his dark, intense energy. When his arm wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her flush against him, all rules and boundaries completely dissolved into the dark city night.

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Horny female story … I love mountains and hills. I often go for walks, wander, and… get lost. I wasn’t exactly blessed with a sense of direction, but I make up for it with strong legs. On roads and unmarked trails—especially early in the morning—a hiker might encounter some extraordinary ladies. I suspect some of them deliberately choose these early hours and unusual routes to experience the kind of encounter I had late last year.

The sun was invisible behind a thick fog mingled with the morning gloom. I was walking along a little-known trail (to me, at least) in a fairly well-known mountain range—a path where, fortunately, few people ventured at that hour. The rustle of leaves and the sound of quickened breathing heralded the arrival of a small, shaggy dachshund that immediately took a liking to me, bounding excitedly around my legs.

“He likes you,” said a woman emerging from the mist. Brown, curly hair peeked out from beneath her cap, framing a pair of sexy, half-lidded blue eyes. It was an unusual color combination, complemented by red lips, soft pink cheeks, and tiny white teeth. Even from three or four meters away, I could catch the scent of her perfume. I had her jacket to thank for that; the stranger had just unzipped it, revealing her small, firm, petite breasts. Even through the fog and the fading gloom, I could see her nipples standing out beneath her white sweater. The bra was not an item of clothing the unknown woman favored.

… horny female …

“He likes you,” she, horny female, repeated, looking at me with a soft, playful, fragrant smile. “And, to be honest, I like you too,” she said, stepping closer and placing her hand on my shoulder. I turned toward her. I gazed for a long moment into her deep, glistening eyes. Slowly, I leaned in and kissed her lips gently. She returned the kiss, adding the playful movement of her tongue. She tasted of coffee. I love that taste.

My hands wandered beneath her jacket. I hiked up her white sweater and worked my way to her small—yet all the hotter for it—breasts. The moment my palms found them and my fingertips began pressing against her nipples, she let out a deep breath right into my mouth. She pressed herself tightly against me. With one hand, she undid my hiking trousers; with the other, she pulled them down. She broke the kiss and knelt down.

She grabbed my buttocks and took me fully into her mouth in one smooth motion. Her nails dug deep into my skin as she drew my penis even further down her throat. She began to give me a slow, wet blowjob, using only her mouth and lips. Her suction technique was incredible; it felt as though she were trying to vacuum-suck out every drop of semen before I even came. “God, it’s huge. It’s been a long time since I had a cock this tasty. I’m going to give you a real good blowjob now. I want you to cum in my mouth, got it? Grab me hard by the hair and use me like a total slut, okay?” she said, looking at me.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled the cap off her head, grabbed her long hair with both hands, and—at a pace dictated by my own hands—thrust her wet mouth onto my cock.

The inside of her mouth worked wonders; her tongue writhed like an eel, and she sucked me like a vacuum cleaner. A top-notch little whore. She could teach a masterclass in blowjobs. My pace quickened. Every time I drove her head down onto my cock, I moved my hips as if I were fucking her mouth. This allowed me to ram my cock so deep down her throat that its outline was visible from the outside.

The final thrusts were mercilessly hard. I shot my load all over the inside of her mouth, coating her tonsils and throat. I pulled my cock out and wiped it all over her face. She swallowed it all and opened her mouth to prove it.

“Good little whore. Good girl. So, what do you want to do now?” I asked as she rose from her knees and looked straight at me.
“Take me out into the woods now. Tie up my hands, eyes, and legs, and do whatever you want with me,” she said, handing me a dog leash.

It was still morning, my cock was starting to throb again, and I had plenty of time. You’ll find out how this little whore, horny female got satisfied while tied to a tree in the next story.

The sun’s rays were streaming in through the windows, and the yard was completely silent. The old lawn mower was parked in the middle of the thick grass, cold and untouched. Tomáš should have been outside for an hour, but instead he was sitting on the edge of the bed in his room, completely naked. All he could feel was the throbbing in his heated crotch. He was gripping his stiff, shiny member, which was wet with excitement, tightly, and with quick, teasing movements of his palm, he was getting closer to its climax. The growing pleasure made him close his eyes and moan into the silence of the room.

The landlady’s colleague and good friend, Klára, had been visiting for the second day and had been assigned to see that Tomáš fulfilled his duties. She was losing patience in the kitchen – the silence from the yard clearly said that Tomáš had not even started his work. Angry, she stormed up the stairs, determined to criticize him properly. Without knocking, she flung open the door to his room. At that moment, her words froze on her lips.

… lawn …

Her gaze fell directly on Tomas’s hard penis, which was stretching to its full length in his hand. Tomas stiffened, but did not withdraw his hand. The air in the room immediately thickened with the scent of pure arousal. Instead of anger, Klara felt a burning wave of heat pass between her thighs. She stared into his eyes and slowly closed the door.

“I see that you are occupied with something completely different than the lawnmower,” she whispered.

She walked over to the bed and bent down to his spread knees. She took his hand and placed it on her taut breasts under her thin T-shirt, while her own palm tightly gripped his throbbing member. She began to stroke him with incredible intensity – alternating slippery, rapid movements with a firm grip around the hot glans.

Tomas tilted his head back and slammed his hips wildly against her palm. Klara leaned closer, opened her mouth and just before the end she replaced her hand with her hot lips. When the young man could not hold back a loud moan after a moment of wild rhythm and his body exploded fully, Klara swallowed his thick, hot seed to the last drop. With a gourmet smile, she wiped the corner of her mouth and looked at him: “Now run and mow that lawn.”

Do it for me … Every woman is beautiful in her own way to me. Each one has something that attracts me – her eyes, her lips, her figure, her radiance, the way she laughs. Simona was shorter, slim, had short hair and a soft, feminine energy. She seemed calm, without posing, but there was something playful in her gaze that sometimes revealed that she could be bold.

She moved cautiously in the lingerie store, as if afraid to take an extra step. But then she picked up a lace set in nude color. “This is perhaps a little bold,” she said, smiling.

“That’s why it looks good,” I replied.

When the curtain of the booth was drawn behind her, I left the space between the fabric and the wall only slightly open. I heard the rustle of textiles, a quiet sigh. Then her voice came from inside:
“Can you take a look?”

I went in. The booth was narrow, the light soft. She stood in front of me, and the mirror showed us from two angles—her, cautiously confident, and me, trying to appear calm even though everything inside me was throbbing.

Simona turned a little to see how the lingerie fit. The straps slid gently over her shoulders, the lace touching her skin, contrasting with her soft skin tone.

… do it for me …

“Do you think it fits?” she asked.

I nodded. “It fits… too well.”

She laughed softly, but there was something in her eyes that wasn’t just laughter. It was curiosity, maybe a desire to know how I perceived her.

At that moment, the atmosphere changed. Silence, tension, closeness. I could smell her scent – a mixture of perfume and skin. She leaned towards me and said quietly:
“You know what’s strange? No one has ever paid attention to me there…” she pointed to her ear, a gentle movement as if revealing a secret. “It’s my most erotic part, but… no one has ever noticed it.” Do it for me …

I looked into her eyes. They were deep, focused, I was just waiting for her silent approval.

When I came closer and touched her ear with my lips, she shivered. The air between us thickened, the mirror fogged with her breath. She closed her eyes, leaned against the wall, her fingers gently touched the fabric of the underwear… and a quiet smile appeared on her lips, the one that says more than words.

Until yesterday, I never realized how interesting a woman’s ear is. How many turns, nooks and crannies it has. What can be done with it. How lips, tongue and teeth can work on it. Just do it for me, Until yesterday, it was uncharted territory for me. Today, I understand it a little more.

A woman’s ear is one of the most erotic parts. After it’s all wet from saliva, red from gentle biting and hot from my breath, it still remains the most important part of sexual intercourse, for which the ear was created. “Do it for me, Simonka.” I whispered into her hot, wet, red ear. At that moment, she put her hand in the panties she was wearing.

They were already all wet from how aroused she was. I didn’t notice the time, but it wasn’t more than a minute. In such a short time, she managed to do it herself with her own hand, while I devoted myself to her ear. She looked at me, breathing deeply. She put her head on my shoulder, hugged me and slowly got up.

We just stood for a moment – in silence, which was charged with everything that cannot be named.

When she looked at me after a while, her eyes were calm.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.

We emerged from the booth like two people who had touched something they perhaps shouldn’t have—but that was exactly what made them feel that we could both still feel something beautiful.

… ice cream no. 2. I was already hard and ready after half an hour of licking her sweet face. Her eyes were fixed on me, she licked the saliva off my face and you could see she was looking forward to what was to come. She was excited and wanted to repay me for the pleasure she had experienced.

“Okay, now your wish,” she said quietly. “What can I do for you?”

I leaned over and whispered it in her ear. I felt her start to tremble slightly with excitement and anticipation. I stretched out in the back seat of the car and let her fulfill my wish. Her lips, still wet from my saliva, touched my head. She tasted it, started to suck it, to taste its taste. Then she slowly took it into her mouth and started to suck. At first slowly, gently, tasting it, then increasing the intensity. She licked, biting gently. She grabbed my testicles with her left hand and squeezed them beautifully.

While she was still sucking my cock, she wiped my saliva off her face with her right index finger, making it beautifully wet. She put her hand under my ass and started playing with my anus. I could feel my penis starting to twitch from the sucking. I hadn’t done it in four days and I was looking forward to this situation.

“I will, you little slut,” I breathed out. We had agreed on this address before we met. Apparently no one had ever called her that. She wanted it, she wanted to try it, and I liked the idea too.

… ice cream 2

She increased the intensity – in sucking my cream cock, squeezing my balls, and massaging my anus. I screamed and my cock pumped a full dose of thick cum into her mouth. She swallowed some, some of it spilled onto my balls and onto her hand under my ass. She dipped her finger in my cum and gently inserted it into my cream ass.

“That’s exactly what I told you,” I whispered to her. “I want you to suck my cock for half an hour. I don’t care how many times I come. You’re going to suck it all the time. And with your other hand, you’re going to put my ass in your other hand and massage my prostate. I don’t care if you’ve ever done this before. You’re going to try it now. Do you understand, you slut?”

My slightly sagging cock responded immediately to her relentless sucking. The longer she did it, the better it got. She could see that she was starting to enjoy it, and at the same time, she was getting better with each plunge of my cock into her hot mouth. She pulled her finger out of my hole, licked it, and pushed it back into my ass. She slowly and gently searched for my prostate.

“You slut is brave,” I said out loud, “keep going, keep going.”

She started to squeeze my balls harder, and I liked it. She hit my prostate and started to massage it gently. I bent over, twisting my ass and my whole pelvis, while thrusting all the way up to her neck.

I grabbed her head and set the pace. Real thrusts, deep to the root. My whole cock in her mouth. And after one of those real thrusts, I shot straight at her tonsils. Tears welled up in her eyes.

I could see that she was incredibly excited. She wiped her lips, looking at me, still with her finger in my ass.

“What’s the matter? Let’s continue, we’re not done,” I told her.

“You’re not done,” she smiled.

“It’s okay,” I replied. “It’s for half an hour. The time hasn’t passed yet. Come on, I want to come in your mouth for the third time.”

“You’re incredible, you know that?” she said and took it into her mouth again. Slowly and gently, she began to suck it, bite it, explore it. The tip of her tongue touched the center of my glans and tickled it beautifully.

Her hands, wet with semen and saliva, teased me. She added a second finger to my cream ass and began to massage me like a man massaging a woman’s G-spot. In a few minutes, I was hard again. She took it deep, all the way to the root.

She intensified the work of her mouth and hands. This time I let her set the pace. And it was a beautiful sight – my cock disappearing into her throat, her whole face sprayed with saliva, her hands on my body, her fingers in my ass.

She massaged my prostate like a seasoned slut. And I came for the third time – this time with a combination of blowjob and fingers in my ass. Even though it was the third time, there was still plenty of cum. Her mouth was full again. She swallowed it all nicely.

Then she pulled her fingers out of me, licked them, took out her phone and took a picture of her face and mine.

“I have this as proof,” she smiled. “If you ever want to get out of not granting me two more wishes, I’ll put it on the internet and everyone will know what a pig you are.”

She smiled as she did so, and I knew that those two more wishes (mine and hers) would definitely be worth it.

We met here, on Amater, … ice cream woman.

“I really like your stories,” she wrote to me. “I want you to write about what we’ll experience together. And so that you have something to write about, I’m proposing a game for you, are you up for it?”

According to the nickname, a woman, Nitra region. 45 years old, single. No gallery, no posts. But there was something about her messages that caught my attention.

“Okay,” I wrote back. “What kind of experience do you want us to have?”

“Let’s play a game. Three nuts for Cinderella. You grant me three wishes and I’ll grant you three of yours. It could be anything. Sex, erotica, intimacy… anything.”

Then a tornado of fantasies spun in my head. All the possible and impossible wishes I’d ever had.

“Yes,” I replied.

We met at eight in the evening, in the parking lot. It was already dark everywhere and cold. She got into my car and we sat in the back.

… ice cream

She was different than I expected. Decent, decent. Suit, glasses, light makeup, just a decent lipstick on her lips. She looked like she had just left the office. She could have worked in the personnel department. Nothing provocative, nothing cheap. And that was what turned me on completely.

“Are you going first? Or should I go first?” she asked with a smile.

“You came up with it, go first. Ladies have priority. And I’m fucking curious.”

She blushed. “Okay… come here. I’ll whisper it to you. I’m afraid to say it out loud.”

I leaned over and for two minutes she whispered what she wanted to tell me. I thought I knew what might come, but I wasn’t prepared for this.

She took off her glasses, closed her eyes, and waited.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her cheek. Then another. Slow, hot, wet strokes with my tongue. I took her nose all the way into my mouth, licking, sucking, letting the saliva run down to her lips. I licked her like ice cream until she was covered in my saliva. Eyes, nose, cheeks, neck, ear. I sucked her ear all the way, biting it with my teeth and pushing my tongue in as if it were her pussy.

“Oh… God…” she sighed.

She was teasing her breasts with one hand through her unbuttoned blouse, massaging her pussy through her pants with the other. She was breathing heavily, sticking out her tongue and letting me rub my saliva on hers.

I started at the very bottom, at the tip of her chin. I slowly moved my tongue up, inch by inch, leaving a wet, hot trail behind me. I ran my tongue over her lips, over her nose to her forehead and up to her hair. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, and she let me lick her whole delicious face.

I pushed the tip of her tongue into her nostril. First one, then the other. Perverse, strange, but incredibly erotic. And she was moaning more and more under me.

“Go on… go on… I’ll be right back,” she whispered, her cream eyes closed.

I rolled all over her. She grabbed my hand, shoved it into her pants, and pressed it against her hot, soaking pussy.

She was squirming so hard it sounded like she had had three orgasms. Without hesitation, I pushed three fingers into her at once. I had never seen a woman so open.

I licked her eyes gently, one at a time, the other, and she trembled with excitement. I threw myself on her neck right after. First I kissed it, then I bit and sucked the skin until it was clear that tomorrow she would have nipples all over her. She just smiled and whispered, “I don’t care, this is exactly what I want.”

I continued without stopping—from her ears all the way down to her collarbones. Once I ran the tip of her tongue over a pulsing vein, another time I pressed it deep enough to hurt. Her skin glistened with my saliva, her breathing quickened, and I felt that the more I took her body into my mouth, the more she gave herself up to me.

“Jesus!” she screamed as I began to pound my fingers up and down her pussy. I fingered her exactly as she needed.

In ten seconds, her pussy clenched around my fingers, shaking and squirting. The liquid soaked my hand, ran through my panties, through my pants, and soaked into the upholstery of the car. The back seat was all wet.

The car began to smell clean, salty, like sex. Her eyes opened, shining like stars. My hand was almost all inside her.

She looked at me, panting, sweaty, with tears in her eyes:

“Now it’s my turn. What do you want me to do for you?”

I smiled. Now it’s my turn and she’s sure to like this.

You had what you needed at honesty home – a safe, caring, loving partner who protected you and would do anything for you. But you didn’t have what you also needed – a guy who was only interested in you when he needed to pee. You followed his orders and gave him absolutely everything he wanted, including many things you would never allow yourself at home. Honesty …

You have two children. They are not small anymore and you are partly at peace because they do not need so much care anymore. But you are afraid that your future owner will decide to leave you alone. You know that you do not decide this and if you were able to protest, you know that you do not want such an owner. What you need is for the animal energy from the other side to fully prevail with any objection you make and for you to get hit so hard in the mouth that you will not allow yourself to object again. Honesty …

… honesty

At honesty home, it’s always with love, tenderly, and by agreement. Your husband sometimes tells you that you’re beautiful when he strokes your breasts. They used to be firm, now they always spill out of your bra… he attributes it to age, but it was because you stayed at the company until the end after the Christmas party. And a group of foreign workers with you. After the final, you somehow went to the dormitory with them. You were the only woman there, so all the attention was on you and you were attracted to the unknown. You could smell sweat and alcohol in the room, it made you tense. You turned to the door, but one of the guys grabbed your hand, frowned, talked louder and louder, but you don’t know the content. He pressed you against him and kissed you. You stood there as if scalded. You knew you shouldn’t, but at the same time it drove you on.

In a honesty moment you were naked, the others were first looking at you, then gradually they started joining in. They were testing what you could stand, but you knew you couldn’t resist. You understood that they were asking you if your breasts were fake. You shook your head, saying no. They didn’t take long to get disbelieving looks – they were supposedly too expensive…so they started pulling you by them, supposedly so that no one would mistake them for fake anymore. You were sitting on top of an older guy who was in your pussy. Another one was entering your anus from behind and pulling your hands back. However, you were leaning forward so that you could manage to suck the cock that the third one was shoving down your throat. It was he who was pulling your tits. Sometimes by the whole thing, sometimes by the nipples. The pain was significant, but you really enjoyed the whole experience. It was exactly what you felt you needed the whole time. The rest is a blur, but you woke up at home this morning.

Your husband asked you how the party was. You said it was great and described fictional scenes you had with your friends. He laughed at your honesty, told you he loved you, and 9 months later you gave birth to your first child. Honesty …