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There’s nothing more beautiful than when you manage to meet the woman you arranged with from Amateurs. I experienced this story thanks to her. With the one who said: “Give me your fingers there.”

I parked in front of her work. I got out of the front seat. I moved both seats – the driver’s and the passenger’s – as far forward as possible. I moved into the back seat. “I’m here,” I wrote to her, “waiting for you.” I tied a black scarf over my eyes so that I couldn’t really see anything, and I waited.

I was excited to the max, my erection was so strong that it was causing me pain. Today I would meet her for the first time. Suddenly the car door opened. Someone got in and the door closed. I handed her my car keys and she locked it. I have tinted windows in the back, so you can’t see inside at all from the outside.

I reached out to her. She grabbed it from me and placed it on her big breasts.

We met here, on Amateurs. We wrote for a while about our secret desires. Today I came to her to fulfill one of them. Without her saying a word, I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly started to take them off along with her panties.

She took off her shoes and I took off her panties, which I then threw on the front seat of the car. I could feel her excitement. She was maybe thirty centimeters from me, but I could feel with my nose how excited she was. She started breathing faster, grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. Her fine hairs were all covered in her juice. I moved closer to her, found her mouth and started kissing her, while I gently and slowly massaged her large, erect clitoris with my left hand.

She spread her legs as wide as she could. Her kisses were hungry, passionate, hot – she bit my lips, she bit my tongue. Her womb moved against my palm, which was still gently and slowly massaging her from the outside. I didn’t want her to come right away; I wanted her to enjoy it – just as much as she did, and so did I. It was strange to see nothing, just to feel the lips of a strange woman on my mouth and to feel in my palm how slowly, but more and more, it flowed onto my hand, how it flowed onto the seat of my car. Her breathing became faster and louder.

“Please come in. Put your fingers in there.”

Very slowly, teasingly, I inserted the first part of my index finger into the entrance of her pussy and stopped. I didn’t move. She started to writhe furiously, wanting to have it all inside her. I knew what she wanted, I knew how to give it to her, but I wanted to tease her a little more. I started kissing her more slowly and synchronized the movements of my index finger with it. Gently, slowly, I pushed it all the way in. She was so wet that I didn’t feel any resistance. She gasped, opened her mouth, I could feel her shaking.

I pulled it out, pointed it at her mouth. She took it all in her mouth and licked it eagerly.
“Show me what you taste like,” I said, and I used my tongue to take the juice from her pussy that was in her mouth.
“Great, that deserves another finger,” I said.

I pulled out my index finger and slid my middle and ring fingers in at once. She was losing control of her body completely. She slumped all the way to the back seat. I towered over her. My cock hurt, but this encounter wasn’t about me—it was about her.

With my middle and ring fingers, I began to gently, gradually accelerating, penetrate her horny pussy. I bent my fingers at the top so that they formed an L shape, and massaged her G-spotfrom the inside. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and began to moan so loudly that we must have been heard even through the closed door.

“I’m… I’m going to,” she said.

She grabbed my wrist with both hands and started to fuck herself with my fingers. She accelerated as if I didn’t believe it was even possible. I was still trying to tease her G-spot from the inside of her pussy, when she suddenly screamed. My hand, my palm, was flooded with incredibly hot heat.

A short, but intensely hot liquid sprayed from her pussy. It sprinkled all over my hand and some of it also landed on my thighs.

“God, it was incredible,” she said. “I’ve always, always wanted this.”
She was breathing slowly, gradually returning to normal.
“What can I do for you?” she asked. “I can see he wants to go into my mouth,” she added, pressing her hand through my jeans to my erect penis.
“No,” I said. “Not today. Today was about you. Next time we’ll think of something else.”
“Thank you,” she said. She kissed me gently on the cheek, got dressed, opened the door, and got out of the car.
“We’ll write,” she said, then quietly closed the door.

I was left alone in the car.

I sat in the car for a while longer, my heart pounding. I could feel her warmth on my fingers, her taste on my lips. The air inside was heavy, smelling of her body and the tension that hadn’t yet died down.

I smiled. I knew this wasn’t the last time.

The Modern Art of Dating: A Caribbean Love Story

18/07/2026

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The Caribbean sun didn’t so much set as it dissolved, melting into the horizon in a spectacular bruising of amethyst, apricot, and deep, velvety gold. On the secluded shores of Indigo Bay, the air held the warm, sweet scent of blooming frangipani and the crisp, salty tang of the Atlantic meeting the Caribbean Sea. It was the kind of dating evening that felt suspended in time, a perfect canvas for the unpredictable alignment of fate.

A Chance Dating Encounter by the Shore

Maya stepped onto the powdery white sand, leaving her sandals by the edge of the wooden boardwalk. The cooling tide lapped at her ankles, a refreshing contrast to the humid tropical breeze that played with the hem of her sundress. She had come to the island to escape the relentless pace of her city life, seeking nothing more than solitude and the healing rhythm of the ocean.

A few hundred yards down the beach, Liam was walking with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his linen trousers. He was a photographer, someone who spent his life looking through a lens, trying to capture the essence of a moment. Yet, as the twilight deepened into a soft indigo, he found himself completely unposed and utterly captivated by the sheer vastness of the sea.

Their paths were distinct lines on the shore, destined to cross at the point where the tide reached its highest mark.

As Maya stopped to admire a perfectly intact conch shell half-buried in the surf, Liam approached, his footsteps muffled by the damp sand. He paused, not wanting to disturb her peace, but the ambient light of the rising moon caught his silhouette.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Liam said, his voice low and gentle, blending seamlessly with the sound of the crashing waves.

Maya looked up, startled for a fraction of a second before a warm smile broke across her face. “It’s almost surreal. I feel like if I blink, the whole scene will change.”

“That’s the magic of the tropics,” Liam replied, stepping closer but maintaining a respectful distance. “The light here never stays the same for long. You have to appreciate it exactly as it is.”

Navigating the Modern World of Dating

They began to walk together, their pace slow and synchronized with the ebb and flow of the water. What started as casual small talk about their travels quickly drifted into deeper waters. They spoke of the challenges of finding genuine connections in a world dominated by screens and superficial interactions.

“Everything moves so fast now,” Maya mused, watching a crab scurry into a tiny hole in the sand. “Even dating has become a series of algorithms and quick decisions based on a profile picture. People rarely take the time to just walk and talk anymore.”

Liam nodded in agreement, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. “True connection requires presence. You can’t swipe your way into a soul-stirring conversation. It’s about being right here, right now, sharing a piece of your world with someone else. Traditional dating might seem old-fashioned to some, but nothing beats the spark of a real, spontaneous conversation.”

As they talked, the initial awkwardness of meeting a stranger evaporated, replaced by an easy, comforting familiarity. They discovered a shared love for old vinyl records, late-night philosophy, and the quiet beauty of hidden places. Every word exchanged felt like a step closer to understanding one another.

The Midnight Dating Stroll and Deepening Secrets

The deeper they walked into the crescent-shaped bay, the more the outside world seemed to fade away. The rustling palm fronds overhead played a gentle percussion to their dialogue. Maya found herself opening up about her demanding career as an interior designer, a job that required her to create beautiful spaces for others while leaving her very little room to cultivate her own personal life.

“I spent the last three years focusing entirely on my work,” Maya admitted, her voice dropping to a softer register. “When I finally tried to re-enter the world of romance, I felt completely lost. The landscape of modern dating felt less like romance and more like a job interview. It lacked poetry.”

Liam smiled softly, understanding her sentiment completely. “As a photographer, I see people trying so hard to curate their perfection. They want the perfect lighting, the perfect angle, the perfect bio. But love isn’t perfect. It’s messy, it’s unexpected, and it usually happens when your camera is turned off. When it comes to dating, the best moments are the ones you can’t plan or edit.”

They stopped by a gentle slope where the sand met a grove of sea grape trees. The silver moonlight cast long, dramatic shadows across the ground, creating an intimate sanctuary on the open beach.

The Island’s Hidden Cafe

Just past the grove, the faint, cheerful sounds of a steel pan drum drifted through the air. A warm, amber glow emanated from a small, open-air shack perched on stilts above the high-tide line. A hand-painted sign read The Drifting Star.

“Are you hungry?” Liam asked, gesturing toward the inviting light. “They have the best coconut water and fresh mango tarts on this side of the island.”

Maya smiled, realizing she hadn’t eaten since noon. “Lead the way.”

The cafe was nearly empty, save for an elderly local musician playing a soft melody in the corner and a bartender who greeted Liam by name. They took a table right at the edge of the deck, their feet dangling just above the sand. The ocean breeze here was cooler, carrying the scent of rich Caribbean spices and roasted coffee beans.

As they shared a platter of tropical fruits and local delicacies, the conversation turned playful. They laughed about worst-case scenarios they had encountered while navigating the unpredictable waters of the island’s social scene, and how the dynamics of dating change entirely when you remove the distractions of technology and city life. Here, surrounded by the vast ocean, everything felt distilled down to its absolute essence.

A Photographic Memory

After finishing their treats, Liam reached for the leather-strapped camera that hung over his shoulder. He hadn’t touched it all evening, preferring to absorb the environment directly rather than through a viewfinder.

“May I?” he asked quietly, indicating the camera.

Maya looked slightly self-conscious, smoothing down her wind-blown hair. “I’m not exactly camera-ready.”

“You look exactly how you’re supposed to look,” Liam said softly, raising the camera to his eye. “Authentic, beautiful, and completely at peace.”

The shutter clicked—a sharp, crisp sound that captured a fraction of a second forever. In the frame, Maya was bathed in the warm, ambient light of the cafe’s lanterns, her eyes bright with laughter, the dark Caribbean sea serving as a dramatic backdrop.

“I think that’s the best photograph I’ve taken all year,” Liam murmured, looking down at the digital preview screen before turning it to show her.

Maya looked at the image, surprised by what she saw. She didn’t see a tired professional escaping her routine; she saw a woman who looked vibrant, alive, and open to the possibilities of the universe. It was a stark contrast to the highly staged photos typically found on modern dating applications. This was raw, real, and breathtakingly honest.

The Promise of Tomorrow

They eventually left the cafe, walking back along the shoreline as the midnight tide began to recede. The stars were now at their peak brilliance, a dazzling canopy of diamonds strewn across a velvet sky. The universe felt infinitely large, yet the space between Maya and Liam felt incredibly close.

As they approached the wooden boardwalk where Maya had left her sandals, they both slowed their steps, reluctant to bring the evening to an end.

“Thank you for taking a walk with a stranger,” Liam said, turning to face her fully. The tide gently rushed over their feet one last time.

“Thank you for reminding me that real connection still exists,” Maya replied, her heart fluttering slightly. “This beats any conventional idea of dating I’ve ever had.”

Liam reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, smooth piece of green sea glass he had picked up earlier in the evening. He pressed it gently into her palm. “A keepsake. So you know tonight wasn’t just a dream.”

Maya closed her fingers around the cool glass, smiling warmly. “I won’t forget it.”

“Are you free tomorrow evening?” Liam asked, his voice filled with genuine hope. “There’s a hidden cove on the north shore where the sunset turns the entire sky purple. I’d love to show it to you.”

Maya’s smile widened, the ocean breeze catching her hair. “I would love nothing more.”

They parted ways with a gentle touch of their hands, a unspoken promise hanging beautifully in the warm tropical night. As Maya walked back to her resort, she looked up at the stars, knowing that her journey to the Caribbean had changed her life in ways she had never anticipated. The rhythm of the waves continued to play, a timeless soundtrack to the beautiful, unscripted beginning of their story.

He tasted me on the first date

15/07/2026

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My first official date with someone from here. We finally agreed to meet up and it worked out. At home I said I was going shopping. Especially since it was Christmas recently. Needing to buy underwear is always a good cover for meeting someone you’ve been wanting to get to know for a while.

I nervously walked past the café where we had an arranged meeting. My eyes quickly scanned all the tables, but there was no one there yet. I sat down in the corner in front of the café and ordered my favorite latte. We had agreed that I would wait inside, but since there was smoking there, I stayed outside. I don’t smoke and I simply couldn’t explain the smell of cigarettes at home.

I looked up from the phone as he was just walking between the tables into the café. A tall guy, clean-cut, wearing glasses. Although I don’t know why, he didn’t seem that tall to me. Of course, he didn’t read the message that I was sitting outside, so he looked for me inside. I felt a little sorry for him, because he didn’t know who would be waiting for him. He didn’t want to know in advance, he said he wanted to be surprised. I recognized him right away, from the photos he sent me. So I waved at him until he noticed me.

“Hello, I finally meet you” and he kissed my hand. We sat down, he ordered coffee and took a big round lollipop out of his bag.
“This is for you, I didn’t forget”. I thanked him, the lollipop ended up in the bag and we started chatting about what, who and how. I admit that his mouth was grinding more than mine, but I didn’t mind at all. And so I listened to him, looking into his blue eyes, which, despite his body build, shone with something soft and pleasant.

Suddenly my eyes fell on his hand resting on the table, long fingers with impeccably trimmed nails. I don’t even know why, I got an irresistible urge to touch him. It didn’t just stay with the urge, I touched him. Our fingers intertwined, he held me and gently ran his thumb over my hand. Honestly, I’m not used to something like this, so the pleasant feelings began to be replaced by a slowly rising excitement.

Date of …

“I’d like to know how you taste,” he blurted out in the middle of his speech. “Really, right here and now?” He didn’t even have to nod, his eyes spoke for him. I still held onto him with one hand while my other hand fumbled in my purse. I pulled out a lollipop and slowly started unwrapping it in front of him. Bit by bit, I unwrapped the wrapper and watched as he started to drool… Like a Saint Bernard… I put the lollipop in my mouth and since I was sitting in the corner without thinking, I unzipped my jeans. No hesitation about whether someone would see me or not. Sometimes it’s better not to hesitate, but to act. And experiences are much better then.

I kept looking into his eyes, provocatively took the lollipop out of my mouth and slowly slid it under my jeans. It was obvious that from his side he only saw the movement of my hand. I slowly moved the lollipop between his lips and when his coffee spoon somehow fell to the floor and he bent down to pick it up, I buried the lollipop in my pussy and moved it in and out. He almost hit his head on the table while he was picking up the spoon. When our eyes met again, his pupils narrowed and he had a hard time swallowing his mouth full of saliva.

I felt like I had irritated him enough, so I reached out from under the table and offered him the lollipop: “Would you like a taste?” But first I stuck it under his nose so he could smell it and then I ran the lollipop over his lips. When he opened them, the lollipop ended up in his mouth. In the noise of the café, I heard a soft moan. “I don’t want to see what’s going on in my pants now. I don’t know how I’m going to get to the car…”

“Every problem has a solution,” I said, pulling the lollipop out of his mouth.. Well, how do I taste?” “Hmmm, how would I describe it…. I have no words and if it were possible, I would taste you right now and all over.” “Please, bring us the bill,” I said to the waitress who was passing by. “By the way, do you have tinted windows on your car?”

The twinkle in his eyes said it all. There was no need to say more, and when he calmed down, like two little children looking forward to candy, we didn’t rush to mom, but to his car. It was parked in the parking lot in front of the shopping mall, but turned so that another car was parked opposite, and what would otherwise be exposed to the gaze of passersby was protected by smoked glass, so…

“Madam” opened and held the door for me. By the time he went around the car and got in, I had already taken off my jacket and shoes. I was still waiting with my legs still dressed but spread. “If you want to lick, you have to unwrap the lollipop yourself” I said and lifted my hips a little higher. My jeans flew to the front seat. “Wait socks…” “Don’t worry about them, I’m more interested in the smell of your pussy..” He bent down to my crotch and ran his nose down the middle of my panties. “Hmmmm, my God…. What are you wearing under them? and pushed them to the edge… Ohhh…” “Surprise, I know you like it, I haven’t shaved in a while.” “Yes, I’m old school, but these get in the way here” The panties ended where the jeans were.

He buried his nose deep into my lap and just sucked in his scent for a while. And then he started to taste me slowly, along the entire length of my lips to my ass. He tasted it with the tip of his tongue too. “Keep going like this for a while and I’ll be done very quickly. Wait… Don’t you want to jerk it off for me and spray it on me?” He didn’t need to be told twice, he pulled his dick out of his pants, took it in his palm and started jerking it off for me. We looked each other eye to eye, or rather we tried to look. On one side of the car it was dark, and on the other my eyes ran to his hands and his to my nipples which I was playing with.

I don’t know how long it took, I honestly didn’t care where we were or if anyone would see us. The sight of a man squirting is priceless. When drops of his warm semen hit my pussy and he was still breathing heavily, I had one more request for him: “Will you taste us both now?” … my date.

One Italian evening for you

14/07/2026

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It was a pleasant May afternoon, my friend Stella and I were on a trip in southern Italy. It was a beautiful orange evening, her long hair was blowing as she drove with the window open. Stella was wearing a beautiful seductive red dress that covered only the bare essentials. We stopped at the beach between the buffets, which were still empty before the season. Since it was May, the sea was not yet completely warm, but at least there was no one there. We went to look at the beach. Beautiful sand, bathed in sunshine, pleasant sounds of crashing waves. I decided to try it in the water. Stella didn’t really want to go into the refreshing water, so she lay down on the beach and practiced yoga for the time being. I slowly walked into the sea. When I turned around, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Those beautiful long legs, firm butt and flat stomach. Her short dress sometimes swayed during yoga, so I saw more than she wanted to show. I felt something move in my swimsuit. The water wasn’t that cold, more refreshing. After swimming for a while, I returned to her, and I peeked at her a little while stretching and caressed her. I called her into the water with me. I know her and I know she definitely won’t regret it. I say that once you’re in the water, it’s nice. The only unpleasant thing is these wet cold swimsuits when we get out of the water. Since I was already a little horny, I tell her: We can swim without swimsuits. Stela blushed beautifully and started looking around. I knew right away that she was considering this option, and that excited me even more. I came to her, gave her a passionate kiss and grabbed her ass. So small, firm, perfect for my hand.

I adjusted her panties a little, they felt better on her thighs. Since we continued to enjoy the contact of our tongues without interruption, I knew that the panties could go all the way down. Then I took off my swimsuit and stood there naked in front of her – with my penis ready, although it was not yet completely hard and I said: Come on. Let’s go! She obeyed and with the energy of an experienced stripper threw her dress over her head so gracefully that I lost my breath. She showed herself to me in all her natural beauty: A perfect slim figure, a narrow waist, firm breasts and trimmed hair between her legs. We were both completely naked there. Until I started to feel a little ashamed that I was already standing. Fortunately, she liked it and we ran into the sea. Although the water was refreshing, in a moment we were up to our necks in it. Of course, there must be occasional peeping, after all, it is a public space. Stela was embarrassed, because we are not nudists and if someone came there, it would be very interesting. But for now we were alone. We were already in the sea. I grabbed her hips and pressed her to me. I gave her a passionate kiss and grabbed her ass with one hand. When she put her legs around me, I was in seventh heaven. I love her saliva and my hand slowly slid into her crotch. Even through the water I could feel her pussy, it was terribly wet. With that feeling of slippery liquid on my fingers, my penis was completely hard in an instant. She must have felt it very well and took it in my hand. I love her long, slender fingers with longer natural nails. No artificial ones, nor painted ones, just naturally beautifully trimmed. She excites me indescribably when she teases my balls with them. Even without words, she understood what I was craving. She gently stroked my penis with her fingers and rubbed it against her clitoris. I don’t even know how, but I was already inside her. She sighed so beautifully, took a deep breath, and barely kept eye contact with me.

We had already had contact at other parties and it excited both of us. I love when she’s so wet and I always have a terrible desire to lick her. We made love about 10 meters from the beach, right in the sea and we completely forgot that someone could come there at any time. I wanted her so much that I started to lose control of myself. I know that if I don’t want to end this unique experience, I have to take a breather. I slowed down, pulled out and suggested that we go to the beach. She lay down on the blanket, spread her legs and I immediately continued to satisfy her. I couldn’t resist, I had to taste it first. I love her juice. Of course, I shared her juice with Stella in a passionate kiss. At the same time, I slipped into her again and if she didn’t want to continue, I don’t know how I would have prevented myself from raping her. I wanted her so badly. Missionary is our favorite position and with this sunset on a beautiful beach it was extra exciting. Stela came after about 5 minutes and she even sprayed me a little while doing it. I love those squirts of hers the most during our lovemaking and I almost couldn’t stand it anymore either. Stela is perceptive and saw that I was almost there, that I was trying to get it up again, so she started gently teasing my balls with her nails and whispered in my ear: Cumming on me, everything you have! Breathing in, not breathing out – I was very happy to fulfill this for her and in a moment her tender narrow pussy was full of my semen. When I pulled out, Stela lifted herself up and took it into my mouth for a moment more. She washed it a little with her saliva and tongue. If I hadn’t come a moment ago, I would come into her mouth right now. She stood up and walked slowly, seductively on tiptoe, towards her discarded clothes. I saw her cum running down her thighs and I will remember this silhouette of her until I die.

Surprise in the dark.

07/07/2026

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As soon as she entered the apartment, I knew that today would be different. I immediately pushed her back against the wall, grabbed both of her wrists, and lifted them above her head. In that moment…

“Today you belong to me,” I whispered harshly in her ear. “And you won’t do anything I don’t tell you.”

I unbuttoned her blouse, pulled down her skirt and panties, leaving her completely naked. I blindfolded her with my tie and carried her to the bed. I quickly spread her legs and tied her ankles to the corners of the bed. She was completely helpless.

I ran my fingers over her already wet pussy, teasing her, but deliberately avoiding her clitoris. When she started to squirm, I smiled and slowly entered her. It was so tight and hot that I had to moan. I started to take her in hard, deep thrusts, holding her neck with one hand, squeezing her breasts with the other.

“Your pussy is mine today,” I growled in her ear as I accelerated. Her moans turned me on even more. I could feel her tightening around me, she was close.

And then everything changed.

The moment I leaned in to kiss her neck, she twisted violently, taking advantage of my inattention and with one swift movement, rolling me onto my back. Before I could react, she was already sitting on top of me, tying my hands to the headboard with the same tie.

“What are you doing?!” I blurted out in shock.

“Shut up,” she said firmly, covering my mouth with her hand. Her eyes were no longer obedient. They were hungry and dominant. “You’re mine now.”

She sat on my stomach, slowly moving lower and mounting me. I felt her devouring me whole. She began to move slowly, agonizingly slowly, circling her hips and completely dominating me.

“Did you think you were going to grind me all evening?” she asked with an evil smile. When I tried to lift my pelvis, she pushed me back down onto the bed hard.

In …

“Don’t do that,” she warned me. “I set the pace.”

She rode me slowly, deeply, letting me feel every inch. She leaned forward, her nipples so close to mine, but she wouldn’t let me grab them. When I moaned and begged for more, she just laughed and slowed down even more.

Then she turned her back on me, mounted me again, and started riding in the opposite position. I could see her ass moving beautifully, swallowing me whole. She was touching herself with her fingers and moaning louder and louder.

When I was on edge, she suddenly stopped completely and pulled away from me. She started to slowly lick my entire penis – from balls to glans, sucking me deep, licking me, torturing me with her tongue. She always stopped in time when she felt me coming.

“You’re mine,” she whispered and mounted me again. This time she started riding hard and fast. Her breasts were bouncing, her whole body was moving with wild energy.

I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. My body tensed, my muscles trembled.

She leaned over me and whispered right in my ear:

“Now. Cumming inside me.”

At that moment, she shook on me in a powerful orgasm and I emptied myself inside her with a loud, helpless moan. I came inside her long and intensely, I surrendered completely.

When she calmed down, she leaned over, still sitting on top of me, and kissed me softly.

“Next time you can think you’ll dominate,” she smiled triumphantly. “But remember—I always win.”

Drops of desire

04/07/2026

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Finally, after the heat, the rain came…Tesa loved when the drops touched her body…she looked up at the sky and let them fall on her face…she was wearing a white tank top and nothing else underneath, except for her beautiful breasts…the tank top quickly soaked up the drops…she was already wearing it tight, her nipples were exposed and shining through…and you, yes you noticed it…you came after her…she was already all wet…you hugged her from behind, you kissed her neck, she immediately felt a rush of excitement…chills appeared on her tanned skin…she turned to you…she looked into your blue eyes and you started kissing…your tongues understood each other as soon as they first met…Tesa grabbed your lower lip, between her teeth…you liked it…like everything…you couldn’t resist her…she always knew how to surprise you with something…and Sex with her was great…it wasn’t always the same and in the same place…you experimented…you tried new things…do you remember when she pulled you into a booth in the shopping mall and gave you a quick blowjob?…then she swallowed so you wouldn’t leave a trace…did you get excited by the feeling that you might get caught…or in the park, you lay down on the grass and you gave it to each other raw?, nice from behind?…she sighed.

Drops ..

You pulled her hair…then you leaned her against a tree, knelt down and licked her until she orgasmed…her legs were giving way…but you still wanted to continue and fingered her properly…oh, those memories, they will never go away…like now, it’s raining on you…you have sparks in your eyes…and you’re thinking about how you’re going to share it…you laid her on the table in the gazebo…you took off her panties…and you played with her little shell…you left her in that wet tank top, she was a beautiful sight…you unbuttoned your panties, he was already pushing you, he wanted to be inside her…Tesa sat on the edge of the table, ran her hand through your blond hair, kissed you and you slowly inserted it…it felt very good there…her little thing received him with a squeeze…and only in and out to the tip of the glans…gently without thrusting…and you made out…sometimes it can be beautiful even without hard sex…Tesa stretched out on the table, still panting, you sat down next to her on the bench…you searched her belly…you knew exactly what to do…you moved in…you immediately put her face against the wall and shoved him into her…but it was different…you thrust in…she squirted cum, you squeezed her breasts until she had your finger prints on them…it was getting close, you quickly pulled it out, she knelt down, took it in her mouth and sucked you to climax…and you made out in her mouth as a reward…you wiped the corners of her mouth with your finger and licked it…you adored this about her…not a drop to spare…

Me, my wife, my friend and porn

03/07/2026

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The evening started innocently. My wife invited her friend over for a glass of wine, just like that, after a long week. We sat together in the living room, laughing, talking about work, about stupid things, about things that one only shares in a safe circle. The atmosphere was relaxed, warm, the kind where people stop controlling themselves.

I switched the TV, just out of habit, and left the channel that was left there from the previous evening running. Something that normally everyone would have switched to immediately. But now… no one said anything. Instead of embarrassment, there was a silence that was strange — not uncomfortable, more like a charged one.

My friend laughed, that nervous laugh that gives away more than it should. She took a sip of her wine. “Did you leave that there on purpose?” she teased me. “No,” I replied, but something in the room had already changed. I replied that my wife and I like to watch porn as foreplay and make love to it by peeking at it while we’re making love to see what’s going on.

The wine, the atmosphere, the topics, the views — everything started to shift. Not towards physicality, but towards an openness that is dangerous in itself. People suddenly say things they wouldn’t otherwise say. They admit what they think. They reveal what they feel.

My wife looked at me differently. Not as a partner, but as someone she shared a secret with. My friend joined in the conversation, which gradually turned from casual to personal. About relationships. About boundaries. About what is allowed and what is just an imagination.

And then came the sentence that changed the whole evening.

“Do you think… that some boundaries are just in your head?” my friend said quietly.

My wife looked at her, then at me. And I felt that we were in a space where something big was being decided. Not about the body, but about trust. About what we are willing to admit, what we are willing to understand, what we are willing to admit to ourselves. My wife took my hand, pulled me closer and kissed me, but in a different way than usual. I noticed that she was watching porn on TV and then watching her friend. And she was kissing me. I started to like it, I was excited by the porn, but also by the fact that my friend was sitting there with us, watching and feeling it all the same. Suddenly I felt my wife put her hand under my shirt and start circling my nipples with her fingers. I was extremely excited, which my wife knew very well. We were relaxed, and I felt my wife pull my shirt down over my head. I raised my hands and it was gone. She started kissing my nipples, playing with them, and kept glancing at my friend and at the porn, as if she wanted to copy what she was seeing in it. She decided to go further and pulled down my shorts and underpants, and in front of my wife and her friend, my penis shot up like a rocket. She grabbed it in my hand and started jerking it off. She played with it, pulling my foreskin over the glans and checking what was happening in the porn, where my friend also looked, who had her eyes averted from what she was seeing a meter away and on TV. My wife bent down and took it into my mouth. She started to suck it off me and I automatically went to her tits with my hands and pulled her T-shirt and bra down and squeezed them and pulled her nipples. I moved my hand to her leggings and went under them to her ass and lower, to her pussy. I could already feel that she was all ready. I put my finger in there and started to tease her. I watched in disbelief as my friend tried to grab herself in the crotch and also by her breasts so that it wouldn’t be visible, to know what she was doing.

My friend sat closer. Not in a touch, but in an expression. “I’ve never had an evening where I felt so… free,” she said.

And I understood that this is not about a threesome. It is about three people discovering at once that their relationships are not as strong as they thought. That there are desires that are not expressed physically, but in words. That there are boundaries that can be crossed without a single touch. At that moment, I took off all the remaining clothes from my wife, put her on her back on the couch, and started making love to her in front of my friend. I was watching porn and fucking my wife and looking at my friend in front of me. She couldn’t take it anymore. She started squeezing her own breasts, teasing herself. She became bolder at what she saw and put one hand in her pants and the other under her shirt. When my wife noticed this, she urged her not to be shy, that she should take it off, that she would feel better, and my friend, as if hypnotized, obeyed her and took her clothes off. She put one leg on the couch so that I had her pussy about 40 cm from my face and she fingered herself while looking at the two of us and the porn. My wife just laughed and grabbed her leg, which was on the floor by the couch. It was incredible everything around me. I pulled out of my wife and wanted her to come from behind. So her face was right next to my friend’s pussy and when I started entering her from behind, she grabbed her inner thighs with her hands. After about a minute or two, I grabbed my wife by the hair and forcibly pushed her head onto my friend’s pussy. We all knew exactly what I wanted. Obediently, my wife started kissing and licking her and started fingering her in between. My wife was doing exactly what happened in porn. My wife was already touching my friend’s tits with her hand and that turned me on a lot. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment. But I was in a state of mute amazement when I found out that I wasn’t the only one feeling this way. My wife was already breathing shallowly and quickly, and I could feel her pussy contracting into a spasm, which was a signal that it would be any moment, but my friend was probably experiencing the same thing, who had already rolled her eyes and was just waiting for her to whistle it all off too. The second I grabbed my friend’s tits was the last straw, the trigger for her orgasm. She shot into the sky and in the fading spasm she just threw herself onto her back and stayed lying with her legs spread on the couch and I grabbed my wife by the hair and lifted her head from her pussy and increased my thrusts into her. After a while, my wife also made herself in front of me and I continued on to my destination.

My wife was holding my puffy ass so I could cum, but I had a better idea. I pulled out of her before I could climax, moved my knees over my friend, who I grabbed by the hair, lifted her head, which she didn’t expect, and to her great surprise, I wanted to put my penis in her mouth, but I didn’t have time, so I left the entire dose of my hot cum on her face and watched her open her mouth wide in shock from what had just happened, where my cum flowed.

And when the evening was over, none of us knew exactly what had happened. Only that nothing would ever be quite the same.

When there was a desire but no place to go.

02/07/2026

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We were both horny and knew that the only thing we wanted and needed was to stretch. It wasn’t possible at home, but the desire was greater. We wanted an hour and we were going, but for how long, for 3 hours… You went there to see me, I was already waiting for you. Since we had relatively little time, you thought it would take a while before we jumped on each other… You came, I opened the door, you looked at me and smiled, we both knew what we wanted, I gave you my hand and took you inside, I closed the door and leaned you against it. You were looking at me and waiting to see what would happen, I took off your coat, your nipples were erect and you could see that you weren’t wearing a bra, we started kissing, you still thought it was just that, that nothing would happen, but the moment I turned you around and leaned your face against the door you knew that it wouldn’t take long and your wet pussy would be dripping with excitement. When I turned you around, I put my hand between your legs, you had a skirt on and under it only your nylons and nothing under them. I spread your legs and grabbed you, I stroked you through the nylons for a while and then I tore them open and started licking you. I held your hips with my hands and pressed you against my tongue so that I could lick you from your clitoris to your anus. As your breathing quickened, it was clear that you were horny and you felt the same way about me licking you, I stood up and turned you to face me. I grabbed your neck and we started kissing, I stopped for a moment, put two fingers in your mouth so you could lick them and then we continued kissing, my hand slid to your clitoris, after a moment I pushed them inside you and kept them pushed in and I only moved the tips of my fingers.

With my other hand I teased your nipples to your heart’s content. I was horny and I needed to get it in. I turned you around to face the door again. There was a mirror on the wall next to you, you were looking in it to see what was going to happen. I grabbed both of your hands, put them behind your back, you stuck your ass out at me and I pushed it in. For a moment I just stayed pushed in completely deep without moving. Then I started moving, you were looking at me through the mirror and I at you, I started thrusting slowly but deeply, I gradually accelerated, I grabbed your hips and started thrusting harder, you leaned against the door with your hands, you could see from me that I was horny and that I couldn’t hold this in for much longer. You pulled away, you moaned and started to suck me, I started breathing fast and it was clear that I was going to cum in a moment…

A motorcycling encounter with a redheaded nymphomaniac.

30/06/2026

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We knew each other for a while, even just through texting, but we both knew that we were the right nut for each other. Me, an eternally horny, empathetic man with a sparkle in his eye and she, a blue-eyed redhead, a nymphomaniac with full natural cleavage, who just asks to be treated by my hands and with the overall radiating word SEX from every pore of her body. We both love motorbikes and it is a kind of aphrodisiac for both of us. The smell of gasoline, burnt rubber and the feeling of freedom multiplies the excitement that is between us and there is nothing around. But in a nice way. We agreed to meet at a motorbike race, which we would each go to alone. Me completely alone and she with her ex-partner, who would not be an obstacle at all to me making her a toy for the passionate fucking that we both want and especially need. It wasn’t hard to find her, because her appearance attracts attention that is often not even worth it. Curly red hair and azure blue eyes are impossible to miss in any crowd. I tend to blend in with the crowd even though I stand out with my height. When I saw her, my heart rate quickened and I felt a twinge in my chest, because she was exactly as I had imagined. I just watched her for a while and voluntarily tormented myself by delaying the touches that would occur when we were in close proximity. Our eyes met and I knew that it was good, because in the first second the chemistry was undeniable and a physical connection was only a matter of time. The place was no problem for me and I would have easily dragged her there in front of all those people and boasted that everyone could watch, only I could fuck her hard in all possible ways and she would be an adequately skilled opponent for me. We met in person for the first time and when I saw the company she was in, it was immediately clear to me that it wouldn’t last long and they wouldn’t even remember who they were or who was with them or who was missing them, so I would be able to take her away. She was even more beautiful in person than in the photos. Tight leather pants shaped her legs and ass and a black tank top showed what a perfect shape a woman’s breasts can have after one child. Simply a perfect milf-nymphomaniac.

People were having fun around me, the music was playing loudly, but in my head her voice and the flow of thoughts were louder, just to be alone with her. We sat next to each other and I took advantage of what I know from her that she was attracted to her. I stroked her thigh and she naturally flinched, but she didn’t resist. Quite the opposite… she smiled and her legs relaxed and her knees moved apart as if she immediately wanted my touches to be bolder. I stroked her from her knee, up the inner side of her thigh, higher and higher until my little finger touched her crotch. At that, she looked at me, smiled and pushed her hair back, which was a sign that I could also caress her neck. That was grist for my mill. My lips touched her neck and her natural scent seemed to me like red paint to a bull. It didn’t take long, she grabbed my hand and stood up. We went for a walk around the campsite, where we all had cars. I held her around the shoulders and she bit her lower lip while we did it. We came to my Africa and I didn’t expect anything but a positive answer to my invitation to go for a ride. We went up the hill behind the village, where the meeting was taking place, and we lay down on the sleeping mat. Kisses and mutual desire played on both of us, like a long-term loving couple who know everything about each other and especially what each other wants. I couldn’t wait to see her perfect breasts, which were completely to my taste. After she pushed me away firmly, it was clear to me that I would have to earn it. I swear I don’t know where she pulled out a small tasseled whip from and firmly told me to turn around. Naturally I did it and felt the first stinging blow on my ass which was felt only for a second, but what she did to us I would wish on everyone. Another followed and another and another, she grabbed my neck, I straightened up and she skillfully unzipped my pants from behind and pulled them down. I helped her with them and got on all fours. She first ran her fingers and nails over my ass, which must have already shown signs of red, she patted me and the blows of the whip began to become more intense, but it didn’t bother me, quite the opposite. The sighs that came from her mouth spoke louder than words that she liked it. She stopped and grabbed my neck, I straightened up and she took my cock in her hands and started to slowly chase it with a glove with exposed knuckles. That turned me on incredibly. She grabbed me from behind by the shoulders, I turned around and told me that if I could look at myself for a while, I would get a reward. For me, a “visual gourmet”, it was no problem. She took off her tank top, under which she had no underwear, just those perfect breasts that I strive for all evening and started playing with them, drooling her fingers and circling the hard nipples that she pulled from time to time. Inside I was burning with the desire to join in but I wanted the reward that they promised me. She kept looking into my eyes while she was playing with herself like this. She unbuttoned and took off her pants, spread her legs wide in front of me and spread her lips. After inserting two fingers inside, I silently begged her to put them in my mouth, so that I could feel her taste..but she put them in hers and then kissed me. Passionately at the end with a bite of my lips. She sucked me and I lay on my back. From the lips she moved downwards and played with my nipples so precisely that I had a problem not to cum, because I love it and it is incredibly irritating for me. She sucked, bit, licked and smiled at what she was doing to me. She went lower and I understood that the reward for my perseverance was her perfect deep blowjob with everything that every man dreams of. She grabbed my balls and played with my mini perfectly, as if she was somewhere in my soul and knew exactly what I wanted.

My cock went all the way into her mouth and rhythmically with the help of her hand she rode it with her lips, from top to bottom, from top to bottom, all the way to the root, while still massaging my balls. She couldn’t learn that, she simply had to have it inside her. And she enjoyed it a lot, maybe more than I did. She mounted me and I felt the warm and wet pussy of a perfect nymphomaniac on it. She rode me and enjoyed every thrust while moaning loudly, she sat down and circled me as if she wanted to tear it off, but that didn’t bother me, on the contrary, I played with her breasts, twisted her nipples and twisted them more and more intensely. Her loud sighs indicated that she was exactly where she wanted to be. She got off my cock and put her wet tasty pussy on my face and I could lick it in the position I like best. I licked her and she determined for herself how she wanted to be on my stubble, which I have on my face. She stood up and sat on my dick so that I had her hard ass in front of my face, I took the whip in my hand, which she used to treat me at the beginning and I gave her the same pleasure on her ass during the hard thrusting, which she regulated herself. When my climax was approaching, she obediently got off and took it in her mouth and finished me with a perfect oral, during which I came into her mouth. She swallowed everything and even put everything in her mouth with a finger from her face and lips. I got a passionate kiss, let me know how I taste myself. When she lay down next to me on my shoulder and we were just so quiet and processing it inside ourselves, we started to laugh spontaneously and felt like two crazy teenagers.

Dinner with a surprise

25/06/2026

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I just relax, lie down, finally some peace, a few hours of rest. The TV is on, but as always they don’t show anything, but I switch it until you come, then we’ll talk, so I’ll hold out until then. I finally hear you come in, I go to meet you because I couldn’t wait to be together. After a short greeting, you just tell me with a smile that you’re running to the shower because it’s been a hard day, and I’ll make us a simple dinner for now. While I’m rummaging through the fridge and cabinets, I only hear the rustling of water from the bathroom. When it quiets down, I just start putting dinner on the table, and I think about what plan we’ll make for the evening. You surprise me from my thoughts with a knock at the door. I turn around – and I see that you’ve figured out the plan for today. You’re standing in the doorway, freshly showered, wearing only a camisole, panties, and stockings. You know very well how such combinations affect me, and my blood circulation in my body suddenly changes. But I immediately got the idea that it shouldn’t be that simple… first I’ll enjoy looking at you, I like to enjoy such moments, such a view of you is beautiful. You start to approach me like a cat and twirl around me, but I hug you from behind, kiss your neck… and sit you down to dinner. You look at me incomprehensibly, but I’ve decided that dinner is important, and I want to enjoy how you’ll be sitting at the table with me so beautifully (un)dressed, so that I can enjoy it with my eyes too. And so we start dinner, we talk about how the day was, I feast my eyes on you, but you can’t, and under the table you stroke my leg with your stockinged foot. But only sometimes, for a moment, because you know it makes me feel electrified, even though I try not to show it, as if we were eating in the best restaurant. Me in normal clothes, you in sexy, seductive lingerie… paradoxical, but ultimately erotic. You move a little, and suddenly your panties appear in your hand, hanging from your index finger. You hand them to me, and as I take them in my palm, I feel your moisture, which they have soaked in. However, I still control my passions, I want to delay it, even though I see that you would immediately throw yourself at me, or get angry. But luckily you know me, and you wait to see what happens.

The darkness, just a little lighting at the table, all of that adds to the atmosphere. We talk for a while longer, and suddenly my teaspoon falls to the floor. Accidentally? No one knows, but I bend down, but more than necessary. Under the table, I’m suddenly at your legs, which you have gently apart. I gently pull them even further apart, I’m on my knees, I can only smell your scent from the shower mixed with the scent of your longed-for wet shell. I stroke your legs in stockings with my hands and savor the part where they end and the soft skin on your thighs begins. I can’t see you because I’m under the table, I can only feel how tight your skin is, how goosebumps form on your thighs when I touch them. I grab your legs so that you understand that you should move forward a little on the chair, so that you are only on the edge, so that I can get to your little one better. I run my tongue from your knee up higher, slowly enjoying the feeling, there is no rush. I run through the stocking to the skin, and then slowly higher and higher, until I feel the warmth of your shell. I move to the other knee, and repeat my journey up the leg again. Now that I am approaching the source of heat, smell and moisture, I run my tongue up the shaved mound with only a fine strip of hair, which I run from top to bottom, and which directs me to the other strip, which is, however, open, moist, soft. I just want you to sit and enjoy it, just as I enjoy you. I move my tongue down the strip, from the hair to the bottom, and back up again, parting your veils so I can have better access, and with the tip of my tongue I slowly move all over the shell, play with the peas up, go to the well, into which I go as deep as possible with my tongue, suck on it, I want to drink all the juice. I gently play with the veils, suck them, lick them, move to the thigh to return to the juice. I gently go to the bottom, lick all the juice that is slowly flowing out of you. But then I put a finger to your hole, moisten it in it, add a second one so that both are quite wet, and insert them inside. As I lick it, I enjoy the taste, softness and warmth, and at the same time, I run my fingers inside you, pressing myself against it, that softness, I feel it pressing against me so that you can really feel them inside you. Every time I press inside in front, I feel it squeezing you, and I enjoy the sighs that I hear from above, even though I can’t see you. You spread your legs so that I can get to you well, with my fingers and tongue and lips, I walk my tongue all the way to my fingers, and I gently enter it inside, while I massage you from the inside with my fingers. You start to add thrusts, you press yourself against me, and I feel your climax approaching.

You don’t want to, but I won’t let you stop, I stroke you from the inside, I lick you from the outside, and the juice flows out of you all the way to your ass, and suddenly it comes to you. You sigh loudly, you grab my head, I lick you and press you from the inside, and I feel the contractions with which you squeeze my fingers, I feel the juice that flows directly from you, I slow down but I still massage you slowly and more gently with my fingers and tongue and lips. You slowly release the grip on my head, your thighs slowly pull away from me, because when you entered, you pressed me with them, as if you wanted to crush my head, you stroke my hair, and I’m happy how I managed to play out tonight in the main role with you. I sit down at the table again, to see the beautiful thing that was sitting there before, with an even more beautiful expression on your face and sparkles in your eyes…