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Wild Encounters: A Forest Interlude

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the dense forest as Byron and I set up camp. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the sterile confines of my office. I felt alive, my senses heightened by the raw, untamed beauty of nature. Byron, ever the outdoorsman, moved with purpose, his lean frame bending to stake the tent and arrange the sleeping bags with practiced ease. I watched him, my heart fluttering with anticipation. This trip was more than just a camping excursion; it was an extension of our exploration, a chance to merge our growing connection with the wild, untamed world around us.

“Need a hand?” I called out, stepping closer to where he was working. My voice carried a hint of mischief, and I could see the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile.

“Always,” he replied, his deep voice rumbling through the quiet woods. He handed me a mallet, and I joined him in securing the tent, our movements synchronized as if we’d done this a hundred times before. The physical closeness sent a thrill through me, the brush of his hand against mine electric.

Once the camp was set, Byron turned to me, his hazel eyes locking onto mine. “Ready for a little adventure?” he asked, his tone low and inviting.

I raised an eyebrow, playing along. “What kind of adventure?”

“The kind that starts with a walk,” he said, taking my hand and leading me deeper into the forest. The trees towered above us, their branches intertwining to form a canopy that filtered the sunlight into dappled patterns on the forest floor. The ground was soft beneath my boots, carpeted with fallen leaves and pine needles.

We walked in silence for a while, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and the distant call of a bird. Byron’s grip on my hand was firm but gentle, grounding me in the moment. I felt a sense of peace, yet my body was humming with anticipation. I knew Byron well enough by now to understand that he had something planned, something that would push the boundaries of our intimacy.

He stopped abruptly, turning to face me. “Here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “This is the perfect spot.”

I looked around, taking in the secluded clearing surrounded by ferns and moss-covered boulders. The air felt charged, as if the forest itself was holding its breath.

“What’s so special about this spot?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

Byron stepped closer, his eyes roaming over me with an intensity that made my breath catch. “Because it’s just us, Ava. No distractions, no inhibitions. Just you, me, and nature.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I knew what he was suggesting, and the idea both terrified and exhilarated me. Outdoor sex was uncharted territory for me, but with Byron, I felt safe to explore.

He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, then sliding down to the collar of my shirt. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. “And I want to worship you here, under the open sky.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. “Byron—”

He silenced me with a kiss, his lips pressing firmly against mine. It was a hungry kiss, full of urgency and desire. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel the hardness of his body against mine. The forest seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in a bubble of raw, unfiltered passion.

His hands slid up my back, unbuttoning my shirt with practiced ease. The cool air kissed my skin as the fabric fell away, and I shivered, not from the cold but from the anticipation of what was to come. Byron’s gaze dropped to my chest, his eyes darkening with desire. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

He cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, already tight with arousal. I gasped, my head falling back as pleasure coursed through me. “Byron,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Here? Really?”

He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Why not? The forest is our playground, Ava. And I intend to play.”

His lips trailed down my neck, his kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I moaned softly, my hands tangling in his hair as he worked his way lower, unbuttoning my jeans with deliberate slowness. The cool air caressed my exposed skin, heightening every sensation. I felt vulnerable yet empowered, the combination intoxicating.

Byron pushed my jeans down my legs, his gaze never leaving mine. I stepped out of them, standing before him in nothing but my underwear. The forest felt like a voyeur, its stillness amplifying every sound, every breath. I was acutely aware of my body, of the way my nipples pebbled in the cool air, of the dampness between my thighs.

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” Byron murmured, his voice thick with desire. He knelt before me, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my underwear aside. “And you’re already wet for me. So fucking wet.”

His words sent a jolt of heat through me. I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing as he pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “Byron,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “What are you doing?”

He looked up at me, his eyes smoldering. “I’m going to taste you, Ava. Right here, in the middle of this fucking forest. And I’m going to make you scream.”

My breath caught in my throat as he buried his face between my legs, his tongue pressing against my clit with deliberate slowness. I gasped, my hands gripping his hair as pleasure surged through me. The forest seemed to close in around us, the sounds of nature blending with my moans. I felt exposed, yet it only heightened the intensity of the moment.

Byron’s tongue was relentless, his mouth working magic as he teased and pleasured me. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension tightening in my core. “Byron,” I panted, my voice hoarse. “I’m close.”

“Let go, Ava,” he murmured against my skin. “Let the forest hear you.”

His words were my undoing. I cried out, my body arching as my orgasm ripped through me. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my muscles clenching around his tongue as I rode out the ecstasy. The forest felt like a witness, its silence amplifying the raw, primal nature of the moment.

When I finally came down, Byron stood, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Your turn,” I said, my voice steady despite the trembling in my limbs.

He smiled, a slow, wicked smile that sent a fresh jolt of desire through me. “Oh, I intend to.”

I pushed him back against a nearby tree, my hands working quickly to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I couldn’t resist wrapping my hand around it, squeezing gently. “You like that?” I asked, my voice laced with mischief.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his head falling back against the tree. “But I want more.”

I smirked, sinking to my knees and taking him in my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair as I sucked him deep, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock. The forest felt like a backdrop, the sounds of nature blending with Byron’s groans of pleasure. I felt powerful, in control, and the sensation was heady.

“Ava,” he warned, his voice tight. “I’m close.”

I didn’t stop, my mouth working him faster, harder. I wanted to taste him, to feel him pulse in my mouth. “Then come,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his skin. “Come for me, Byron.”

He groaned, his body tensing as he thrust into my mouth one last time. His cum exploded onto my tongue, hot and salty, and I swallowed greedily, milking him until he was spent.

When I finally pulled away, Byron was breathing heavily, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. “Fuck, Ava,” he said, his voice rough. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I stood, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I certainly hope not. I have plans for you.”

He chuckled, his hands sliding down my body, pulling me close. “Oh, do you now?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I replied, my lips brushing against his ear. “But first, I think we need to get back to camp. I have a feeling the night is just getting started.”

Byron’s eyes darkened with anticipation. “Oh, it most definitely is.”

Hand in hand, we made our way back to the campsite, the forest now feeling like an extension of our intimacy. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the woods in a soft, twilight glow. The air was cooler now, but the heat between us was undeniable.

As we approached the tent, Byron stopped, turning to face me. “Ava,” he said, his voice low and serious. “This trip—this moment—it’s more than just sex. It’s about connection, about exploring each other in ways we never have before.”

I smiled, my heart swelling with affection. “I know, Byron. And I’m grateful for it. For you.”

He pulled me into a tight embrace, his lips pressing against my forehead. “Me too, Ava. Me too.”

The tent was a welcome refuge from the cooling night air. Byron lit a small lantern, casting a warm glow over the space. The sleeping bags were laid out, but neither of us had any intention of using them just yet.

“So,” Byron said, his eyes roaming over me with a hunger that made my pulse quicken. “What’s next?”

I stepped closer, my hands sliding up his chest. “I think it’s time for a little Tantra, don’t you?”

His smile was slow and wicked. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He guided me to the sleeping bags, laying me down gently. The ground was soft beneath me, the forest floor a natural mattress. Byron knelt beside me, his hands tracing patterns on my skin, his touch both gentle and firm.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “And focus on your breath.”

I did as he instructed, my lungs filling with the scent of pine and earth. Byron’s hands moved slowly, his touch deliberate, as if mapping every inch of my body. I felt myself relax, my muscles melting beneath his skilled fingers.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now, focus on the sensations. Let go of everything else.”

His hands slid lower, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I shivered, my breath hitching as he teased the edge of my core. “Byron,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Shh,” he soothed, his lips pressing against my neck. “Just feel, Ava. Let the forest be our guide.”

His fingers slipped inside me, his touch slow and deliberate. I moaned softly, my hips rising to meet his hand. The forest felt like a cocoon, its stillness amplifying every sensation. I was hyperaware of my body, of the way Byron’s touch sent sparks of pleasure through me.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Let it build, Ava. Let it consume you.”

His fingers moved in rhythm with my breath, his touch both gentle and firm. I felt my orgasm building, a slow burn that started deep in my core and spread outward. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for me to surrender.

“Byron,” I gasped, my voice hoarse. “I—I can’t—”

“Let go,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. “Let the forest take you.”

His words were my undoing. I cried out, my body arching as my orgasm ripped through me. It was slow and intense, a wave of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. The forest felt like a part of me, its energy merging with my own as I rode out the ecstasy.

Sensual Surrender

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I lay on the massage table, my skin still buzzing from the earlier encounter with the paperhanger, now my lover. His name was Ethan, and he had this way of making me feel like the most desirable woman in the room, even though I was a 54-year-old psychologist with a life filled with listening to other people’s problems. But with him, I wasn’t Dr. Ava, the therapist. I was just Ava, a woman who craved touch, pleasure, and the raw, unfiltered connection that came with it.

Ethan had just finished hanging the wallpaper in my study, his broad shoulders and strong hands making quick work of the task. I’d been watching him, unable to tear my eyes away from the way his muscles flexed under his tight work pants. He caught me staring and flashed that sly grin of his. “You like what you see?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“I do,” I admitted, my cheeks warming. “But I think I like what’s underneath even more.”

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made my stomach flutter. “Well, if you’re done admiring the view, maybe I can show you something else I’m good at.”

Intrigued, I followed him into the living room, where he’d set up a massage table earlier. “You’re a masseur too?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Among other things,” he said, his grin widening. “Lie down, Ava. Let me show you what these hands can really do.”

I did as he instructed, my heart pounding with anticipation. The table was firm but comfortable, and the scent of lavender oil filled the air, calming my nerves. Ethan dimmed the lights, leaving only the soft glow of a few candles to illuminate the room. The atmosphere was intimate, almost sacred, and I felt my body relax as he began to work.

His hands were warm and firm, starting with slow, deliberate strokes along my back. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the tension melted away. He was skilled, his touch both gentle and commanding, like he knew exactly where I needed him most. His fingers kneaded the knots in my shoulders, and I felt myself sinking deeper into the table, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Relax, Ava,” he murmured, his voice a whisper against my ear. “Let me take care of you.”

I nodded, my body already surrendering to his touch. His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my spine, his fingertips brushing the edges of my robe. I shivered, the sensation sending a jolt of desire through me. This wasn’t just a massage anymore; it was something more, something primal and intoxicating.

Ethan’s breath was hot against my skin as he leaned closer, his hands wandering further, his touch deliberate and intent. He untied the belt of my robe, letting it fall open, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. I felt vulnerable, but also incredibly alive, my senses heightened as his hands glided over my body.

“You’re so beautiful, Ava,” he whispered, his lips brushing my shoulder. “So responsive.”

I bit my lip, my body arching slightly as his hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I felt my muscles tighten, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts.

“Ethan,” I gasped, my voice barely audible. “What are you doing to me?”

He chuckled, his hands moving lower still, his fingers dipping dangerously close to the edge of my panties. “Just enjoying the view,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “And maybe teasing you a little.”

I groaned, my body thrumming with need. “Teasing me?” I managed, my voice trembling. “I think you’re killing me.”

He laughed again, his hands finally slipping beneath the elastic waistband of my panties. I gasped, my hips bucking slightly as his fingers brushed against my core, his touch light and teasing. “Oh, I’m just getting started,” he said, his voice a low growl.

His fingers moved slower now, deliberate and intentional, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I felt my body respond, my muscles clenching as he traced the sensitive flesh, his thumb circling my clit with excruciating slowness. I moaned, my head falling back as the pleasure built, my body on the edge of something explosive.

“Ethan, please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “I need—”

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Let me take you there, Ava. Let me make you feel it.”

His fingers plunged inside me, his touch firm and demanding, and I cried out, my body arching off the table. He moved with purpose, his rhythm steady and relentless, his thumb still circling my clit, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I felt my breath quicken, my body tightening like a coil, the pleasure building to an unbearable pitch.

“Ethan,” I gasped, my voice a whisper. “I’m—”

“Come for me, Ava,” he growled, his voice commanding. “Let go.”

And I did. My body shattered, the orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave, my cries echoing through the room. My muscles clenched around his fingers, my body trembling as the pleasure washed over me, wave after wave of bliss. Ethan’s name was a mantra on my lips, his touch anchoring me as I rode out the storm.

When it finally subsided, I lay there, breathless and boneless, my body still buzzing with the aftermath. Ethan’s hands were gentle now, stroking my hair, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

I smiled, my body still tingling. “That was—”

“Not done yet,” he interrupted, his grin wicked. “I told you, I’m just getting started.”

Before I could respond, he was moving, his hands guiding me to turn over. I did, my body still lax from the orgasm, and found myself staring up at him, his eyes dark with desire. He loomed over me, his body lean and muscular, his work pants straining against the bulge I’d admired earlier.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice a low purr.

I felt a thrill of anticipation as he began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate. His shirt came off first, revealing a chest dusted with dark hair, his muscles defined and powerful. I licked my lips, my gaze dropping lower as he unbuckled his belt, his pants sliding down his hips to reveal a pair of tight boxer briefs that did little to hide his arousal.

“You like what you see?” he asked, his grin mischievous.

“Very much,” I admitted, my voice husky.

He stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside, and then his boxer briefs followed, leaving him completely naked. My breath caught at the sight of him, his cock thick and hard, standing proud against his body. He was beautiful, his skin flushed with desire, his eyes locked on mine.

“Your turn to lie back,” he said, his voice a command.

I did as he instructed, my body still buzzing with anticipation. He joined me on the table, his weight pressing me into the soft cushion, his lips finding mine in a hungry kiss. His mouth was demanding, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands roamed my body, his touch possessive and urgent.

I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders as he kissed his way down my neck, his lips trailing fire in their wake. His hands moved lower, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples, making them pebble with need. I arched into his touch, my body craving more, my breath coming in short gasps.

“You’re so responsive, Ava,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “So fucking beautiful.”

His mouth moved lower, his lips trailing kisses along my chest, his tongue swirling around my nipples, making me squirm with pleasure. His hands moved down, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips, his touch sending shivers through me. I felt his breath against my core, his lips hovering just above my clit, and I whimpered, my body tense with anticipation.

“Please,” I gasped, my voice desperate. “Ethan, please.”

He chuckled, his breath hot against my skin. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

And then his mouth was on me, his lips parting as his tongue dipped inside, his fingers spreading me open for his exploration. I cried out, my body arching off the table as his tongue flicked and swirled, his touch expert and relentless. He knew exactly what he was doing, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony, driving me wild with pleasure.

I felt my body respond, my muscles clenching as the pleasure built, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts. His name was a mantra on my lips, my hands tangling in his hair as he ate me out with a hunger that left me breathless. I was close, so close, my body teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“Ethan,” I gasped, my voice a plea. “I’m—”

“Come for me, Ava,” he growled, his voice muffled against my skin. “Let me taste it.”

And I did. My body exploded, my cries filling the room as I came apart beneath his mouth, my muscles clenching around his tongue. He drank me in, his lips and fingers relentless, milking every last drop of pleasure from my body. I was a mess, my body trembling, my breath coming in shallow gasps as the orgasm washed over me, leaving me boneless and sated.

When he finally lifted his head, his lips were glistening with my juices, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, my body still buzzing. “Your turn,” I said, my voice playful.

He grinned, his hands guiding me to sit up. “I’ve been waiting for that,” he said, his voice a low purr.

I knelt before him, my hands tracing the muscles of his thighs as I looked up at him, my gaze locking with his. His cock was right there, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the sight of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, my hands wrapping around his shaft, my touch gentle but firm.

He groaned, his head falling back as I began to stroke him, my fingers moving slowly up and down his length. I leaned in, my lips brushing the head of his cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He tasted like salt and skin, and I moaned, my mouth watering as I took him in, my lips parting to engulf him.

His hands tangled in my hair, his hips bucking slightly as I sucked him deep, my tongue flicking and swirling, my mouth moving in rhythm with my hand. I looked up at him, my gaze locking with his, and he groaned, his body tensing as the pleasure built.

“Fuck, Ava,” he gasped, his voice hoarse. “You’re going to make me—”

“Come for me, Ethan,” I murmured, my lips moving against his skin. “Let go.”

And he did. His body tightened, his hips thrusting into my mouth as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed, my mouth moving in time with his release, my hands gripping his thighs as he rode out the orgasm, his cries echoing through the room.

When he finally stilled, I lifted my head, my lips glistening with his release, my gaze locking with his. “You’re incredible,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe.

He smiled, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs brushing my lips. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he said, his voice soft.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, our bodies still buzzing with the aftermath of our passion. Ethan pulled me up, his arms wrapping around me, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

I nodded, snuggling into his embrace. “More than okay,” I murmured, my voice content.

He chuckled, his hands stroking my back. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh? And what else do you have in mind?”

His grin was wicked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s just say I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. Or should I say, in my toolbox?”

I laughed, my body still buzzing with anticipation. “I can’t wait to find out.”

And as his lips found mine in another hungry kiss, I knew this was just the beginning. Ethan was a man of many talents, and I couldn’t wait to explore every single one of them. With him, I felt alive, desired, and completely free. And as our bodies moved together once more, I knew this was just the start of an unforgettable adventure.

The Leap of Faith

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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, the leather creaking beneath me as I gathered the courage to speak. Dr. Ava Collins, my psychologist, sat across from me, her hazel eyes warm and inviting behind her glasses. Her shoulder-length brown hair framed her face, and her intelligent gaze seemed to see right through me. At 54, she had a presence that was both calming and commanding, her great body and C cup breasts hinting at a confidence that made me feel safe yet intimidated. The office was cozy, with soft lighting and the faint scent of lavender, but my mind was anything but at ease.

“Carter,” she began, her voice steady and kind, “you’ve been quiet today. Is there something on your mind?”

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. I had to say it. “Yeah, there is,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… it’s about my girlfriend. And me. There’s something I’ve been wanting to try, but I’m scared to bring it up.”

Dr. Collins leaned forward, her elbows resting on her desk, her fingers intertwined. “I’m here to listen, Carter. You know that. What is it?”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “It’s about… pegging. I’ve been fantasizing about my girlfriend using a strap-on on me. But I’m terrified of how she’ll react. I mean, it’s not exactly a typical thing, right?”

She nodded slowly, her expression neutral but understanding. “Sexual exploration is a deeply personal journey, Carter. It’s natural to feel hesitant about sharing your desires, especially when they’re outside societal norms. But communication is key in any relationship. Have you considered just… asking her?”

I laughed nervously, running a hand through my hair. “Easier said than done, Doc. I mean, what if she thinks I’m weird? Or worse, what if she laughs at me? I’ve been using prostate massage toys on my own sometimes, and it feels amazing, but sharing that with her? It’s a whole different ballgame.”

Dr. Collins smiled gently, her hazel eyes softening. “Carter, the only way to know how she’ll react is to ask. It might feel scary, but think about the potential for growth—both for you and for your relationship. And remember, if she’s the right person for you, she’ll be open to exploring your desires with you.”

Her words resonated with me, but the fear still lingered. “I guess you’re right,” I mumbled, more to myself than to her. “But what if she says no? What if I ruin everything by even bringing it up?”

“Carter,” she said, her voice firm yet compassionate, “a relationship built on honesty and trust can withstand these conversations. If she’s not open to it, that’s her choice, but at least you’ll know. And if she is… well, think of the pleasure you could share.”

I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “I know you’re right. It’s just… it’s hard to put myself out there like that.”

Dr. Collins stood and walked around her desk, sitting on the edge of it, closer to me. Her presence was grounding, her scent—a mix of lavender and something uniquely her—filling my senses. “Carter, I’ve been a psychologist for decades, and I’ve seen countless people struggle with this exact fear. But I’ve also seen the incredible things that happen when they take that leap. You’re not alone in this.”

Her words gave me a sliver of courage. “Okay,” I said, nodding slowly. “I’ll think about it. Maybe… maybe I’ll bring it up with her.”

She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s all I’m asking. Take your time, but don’t let fear hold you back from something that could bring you both closer.”

The days that followed were a blur of anxiety and anticipation. Dr. Collins’ words echoed in my mind, urging me to take the leap. Finally, one evening, as my girlfriend and I lounged on the couch, I decided it was time. My heart raced as I cleared my throat, my palms sweating.

“Hey,” I began, my voice unsteady, “can we talk about something?”

She turned to me, her brow furrowed slightly. “Of course. What’s up?”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try, sexually. It’s… it’s a bit out there, and I’m scared to even bring it up, but I trust you, and I want to be honest with you.”

Her expression softened, and she took my hand in hers. “You can tell me anything, babe. What is it?”

I paused, my throat tight. “I’ve been fantasizing about… about you using a strap-on on me. I know it’s not typical, and I’ve been using prostate massage toys on my own, but I’d really like to experience it with you. If you’re willing, of course.”

The room fell silent, the weight of my words hanging in the air. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, terrified of her reaction.

Then, to my astonishment, she smiled—a slow, knowing smile that sent a jolt of excitement through me. “You’ve been holding onto that, huh?” she teased, her voice gentle. “I had no idea, but… I’m flattered you trust me enough to share it.”

Relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of hope. “Really? You’re not… weirded out?”

She laughed, a warm, infectious sound. “Not at all. In fact, I’ve always had a bit of a dominant side, and the idea of taking control like that… it’s kind of hot.”

My breath caught in my throat. “You’re serious?”

She nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Dead serious. I’ve never done it before, but I’m more than willing to explore it with you. It’s about pleasure, right? And if it brings you joy, I’m all for it.”

I felt a rush of gratitude and desire, my fear melting away. “Thank you,” I whispered, pulling her into a tight hug. “I was so scared to bring it up, but I’m glad I did.”

She kissed my forehead, her lips soft against my skin. “Communication is everything, babe. And now that we’re on the same page, let’s make this happen.”

The following weekend, we set aside time to explore this new territory. I had purchased a strap-on harness and a realistic dildo, my heart racing as I laid them out on the bed. My girlfriend entered the room, her eyes widening at the sight.

“You really went all out, huh?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

I shrugged, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I wanted it to be perfect for us.”

She smiled, walking over to me and taking my hands in hers. “It already is perfect, because we’re doing this together. But before we start, I want you to know that I’m in control tonight. You’re going to submit to me, and I’m going to give you the pleasure you’ve been craving.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, my body already responding to her dominance. “Yes, ma’am,” I murmured, my voice submissive.

She guided me to the bed, pushing me gently onto my back. “Stay there,” she commanded, her tone firm yet playful.

I watched as she undressed, her body confident and alluring. She slipped into the harness, adjusting the straps until the dildo sat snugly against her hips. The sight of her standing there, her hazel eyes smoldering with desire, made my breath catch in my throat.

“You like what you see?” she asked, her voice low and husky.

I nodded, unable to speak, my cock already hardening at the sight of her.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, her weight pressing me into the mattress. “Good,” she purred, leaning down to kiss me deeply. Her lips were soft, her tongue teasing mine as she ground her hips against me, the dildo pressing firmly against my stomach.

“Turn over,” she whispered against my lips, her breath warm. “It’s time for your lesson in submission.”

I did as she commanded, flipping onto my stomach, my heart racing with anticipation. She positioned herself behind me, her hands roaming over my body, her touch both gentle and commanding.

“Relax,” she murmured, her lips brushing against my ear. “This is for your pleasure, and I’m going to make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

I felt her fingers trace the curve of my hips, her touch sending sparks of desire through me. She spread my cheeks, exposing my hole, and I shivered as her breath ghosted over my sensitive skin.

“You’re already wet,” she observed, her voice laced with satisfaction. “Eager, aren’t we?”

I moaned softly, my body trembling with anticipation. “Please,” I whispered, my voice desperate.

She chuckled, her fingers teasing my entrance, circling it slowly before pressing a single digit inside. I gasped at the intrusion, my body tightening around her.

“So tight,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “But we’re not rushing this. I want you to feel every inch of me.”

She withdrew her finger, replacing it with the tip of the dildo. I felt it press against me, the girth stretching me open, and I whimpered, my body arching slightly.

“Shh,” she soothed, her hand resting on my lower back. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”

I took a deep breath, focusing on her words, and slowly, she pushed the dildo inside me. The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of fullness and pleasure that made my toes curl.

“How does that feel?” she asked, her voice gentle but commanding.

“So good,” I moaned, my voice hoarse. “More, please.”

She smiled, her lips brushing against my shoulder as she began to move, thrusting slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to the size of the dildo. With each stroke, she went deeper, her hips snapping against my ass, the harness creaking with the force of her movements.

“You’re taking it so well,” she praised, her voice laced with pride. “Such a good boy for me.”

Her words sent a rush of pleasure through me, my body responding to her dominance. I felt the dildo hit my prostate, and I cried out, my cock leaking pre-cum onto the bed.

“That’s it,” she encouraged, her pace quickening. “Let go for me, baby. Feel every sensation.”

I moaned, my body tense with pleasure, my muscles quivering as she reamed my ass with the strap-on. The sensation was indescribable—a mix of fullness, pressure, and release that had me teetering on the edge of orgasm.

“Please,” I begged, my voice broken. “I’m close.”

She chuckled, her breath hot against my ear. “Not yet, baby. I’m not done with you.”

She reached around, her hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me in time with her thrusts. The combination of sensations was too much, my body overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Ava,” I gasped, my voice a plea. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Then don’t,” she commanded, her voice firm. “Let go for me, Carter. Give me your orgasm.”

Her words were my undoing. With a cry of release, I came, my body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me. My cum shot onto the bed, my cock throbbing in her hand as she milked every last drop from me.

She continued to thrust, the dildo filling me completely, her dominance absolute. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice satisfied. “Feel how good it is to surrender to me.”

I moaned, my body boneless, my mind reeling from the intensity of the experience. She slowed her movements, eventually withdrawing the dildo, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied.

She collapsed beside me, pulling me into her arms, her lips pressing against my sweat-dampened hair. “You did so well, baby,” she whispered, her voice filled with affection. “I’m proud of you for sharing this with me.”

I smiled, my heart full, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “Thank you for being so open to it. It meant the world to me.”

She kissed me softly, her hazel eyes meeting mine. “This is just the beginning, Carter. We’ve only scratched the surface of what we can explore together.”

I nodded, my excitement building at the thought of what the future held. “I can’t wait to see where this takes us.”

As we lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, I felt a sense of peace and fulfillment I hadn’t known was possible. Taking that leap of faith had been terrifying, but the reward—the pleasure, the connection, the trust—was worth every moment of fear. And as I drifted off to sleep, with Ava’s steady heartbeat lulling me into dreams, I knew that this was just the first chapter of our journey into the depths of desire and dominance.

The Vibrating Panties

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I had been eagerly anticipating my lunch break all morning, my mind drifting to the naughty surprise my boyfriend had in store for me. He had always been a playful lover, but this time, he had outdone himself with a unique gift. I couldn’t wait to experience the pleasure he had promised.

As a psychologist, my days were often filled with listening to my patients’ intimate problems, offering guidance and support. It was a rewarding yet emotionally demanding profession, and I cherished my lunch breaks as a much-needed respite. Usually, I would take a quiet moment to myself, but today was different. Today, I had something far more exciting planned.

The day before, my boyfriend had hinted at a special treat, a new toy he had ordered just for me. I was intrigued, knowing his penchant for kinky surprises. When I arrived home, he presented me with a small, elegant box, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Inside, I discovered a pair of black silk panties, seemingly ordinary at first glance. But as I examined them closer, I noticed a discreet bulge at the front, indicating a hidden vibrator.

“These are remote-controlled,” he explained, his voice low and seductive. “I can control the vibrations from my phone, and you can wear them under your clothes without anyone knowing. I thought it would be fun to play with them during your lunch break tomorrow.”

My heart raced at the thought. I loved the idea of being at the mercy of his control, especially in such a public setting. I imagined the thrill of trying to maintain my composure while my body betrayed me, succumbing to the pleasure he commanded.

“Sounds like a delicious plan,” I purred, running my fingers along the smooth fabric. “I’ll make sure to wear them under my skirt tomorrow. Just thinking about it is making me wet already.”

He grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. “I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I make you cum in the middle of your session, Ava. Just remember to keep your moans quiet.”

I blushed, knowing my boyfriend’s playful nature, but also feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of such a daring game. I agreed to his plan, my mind already spinning with the possibilities.

The next day, I woke up feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I carefully selected a tight pencil skirt and a silk blouse, ensuring the outfit would accentuate my curves while providing easy access to the panties. As I slipped the silk underwear over my bare skin, I felt a tingle of excitement. The remote-controlled vibrator nestled perfectly against my clit, waiting to be activated.

I arrived at my office, greeting my receptionist with a smile. I could feel the panties buzzing softly against my most sensitive spot with each step, a constant reminder of the naughty game I was about to play. I settled into my chair, my mind already drifting to the sensations I would soon experience.

My first patient arrived, a young woman struggling with anxiety. As I listened to her concerns, I felt a sudden jolt between my legs, causing me to shift in my seat. My boyfriend had started the vibrations, a gentle tease to let me know he was ready to play. I focused on my patient, trying to ignore the building pleasure.

As the session progressed, the vibrations intensified. I felt my body responding, my nipples hardening beneath my blouse, my breath quickening. I tried to concentrate on the woman’s words, but my mind kept wandering to the sensations coursing through my body. I could feel my pussy growing wetter, the vibrator teasing my clit relentlessly.

Just as I was about to reach for a tissue to wipe away the evidence of my arousal, my phone buzzed with a message from my boyfriend. “I bet you’re getting wet for me, aren’t you, Ava? I can’t wait to make you cum, but first, I want to tease you a little more.”

I bit my lip, struggling to maintain my composure. My patient was opening up to me, sharing her deepest fears, and here I was, being tormented by my boyfriend’s remote-controlled toy. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the session, but my body was betraying me.

The vibrations continued, building in intensity with each passing minute. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a position that would offer some relief, but the vibrator seemed to know exactly how to torment me. My clit throbbed, aching for release, while my pussy clenched in anticipation.

“Are you okay, Dr. Ava?” my patient asked, her voice filled with concern. “You seem a little distracted.”

I forced a smile, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, it’s just… I have a bit of a headache. Please, continue. I’m here to listen.”

She nodded, her expression softening, and resumed sharing her struggles. I tried to focus on her words, but the vibrations were relentless. My boyfriend was determined to push me to the edge, and I could feel my control slipping away.

Just as my patient was reaching a critical point in her story, the vibrations suddenly stopped, leaving me gasping for breath. I glanced down at my phone, expecting a message from my boyfriend, but there was nothing. My heart raced as I realized he must be watching me, enjoying the sight of my body trembling with need.

The silence was short-lived, as the vibrations returned with renewed intensity. I bit back a moan, my body shaking with the effort to remain composed. My patient’s words became a distant hum as I struggled to keep my eyes focused on her.

“Dr. Ava, are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, her voice laced with worry. “You seem… different.”

I managed a weak smile, my body trembling. “I’m fine, really. Just a bit tired, that’s all. Please, go on.”

She hesitated, her eyes searching mine, but eventually, she continued with her story. I tried to pay attention, but my mind was consumed by the sensations coursing through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, an overwhelming wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me.

Just as I was about to surrender to the inevitable climax, my phone buzzed again. “I want you to cum, Ava,” my boyfriend’s message read. “But not yet. I want to hear you beg for it first.”

I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white as I fought to control my body’s response. I wanted to scream, to beg him to let me cum, but I couldn’t risk my patient hearing. I took a deep breath, my chest heaving, and focused on the woman’s words, desperately trying to regain my composure.

The vibrations continued, relentless in their pursuit of my pleasure. I felt my body tremeling, my legs weak, as I struggled to stay seated. My patient’s voice became a distant murmur, drowned out by the building pressure between my legs.

“Dr. Ava, I think you should take a break,” she said, her voice filled with concern. “You don’t look well. Maybe we can continue another time?”

I shook my head, my eyes pleading with her to understand. “No, I’m fine. I just need a moment. Please, keep talking.”

She hesitated, her expression filled with doubt, but she continued, her words a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. I focused on her voice, using it as an anchor to keep me grounded as the vibrations pushed me closer to the edge.

As the session drew to a close, my body was trembling with the effort to contain the orgasm that threatened to consume me. My boyfriend’s final message had been clear—he wanted me to cum, but only when he allowed it. I managed to maintain my composure, my body shaking with the effort, as my patient thanked me and left the room.

The moment the door closed, I collapsed back into my chair, my body quivering with unreleased desire. I fumbled with my phone, my fingers trembling, and sent a message to my boyfriend. “Please, let me cum. I can’t take it anymore.”

His response was swift and merciless. “Not yet, my naughty girl. I want to hear you beg. Tell me how much you need to cum.”

I bit my lip, my body aching with need. “I need it so much. Please, I’m begging you. Let me cum for you.”

“Not yet,” he replied, his words a cruel tease. “First, I want you to stand up and face the window. I want to see you lose control.”

I hesitated, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but my body craved release. I stood up, my legs weak, and turned to face the large window overlooking the city. My heart raced as I realized my boyfriend was watching, waiting for me to surrender to the pleasure he controlled.

The vibrations intensified, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes, my hands gripping the windowsill as I tried to remain standing. I could feel my orgasm building, an overwhelming force that threatened to consume me.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Cum for me, Ava,” his voice commanded through the phone’s speaker. “Let me see you lose control.”

His words were like a match to a powder keg, igniting the explosion within me. My body trembled as I surrendered to the climax, my legs giving way as I collapsed against the window. I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

I stood there, my body shaking, as the orgasm slowly subsided. My boyfriend’s laughter filled the room, a mixture of triumph and satisfaction. I turned to face him, my cheeks flushed and my body still quivering.

“You’re a wicked man,” I said, my voice breathless. “But I loved every second of it.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I know you did, my naughty girl. And this is just the beginning. I have so many more ways to torment you with these panties.”

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for me. But for now, I think I need a moment to recover.”

He laughed, his eyes filled with desire. “Take your time, my love. But remember, I control these panties, and I plan on using them to drive you wild.”

I straightened my skirt, my body still tingling with the aftermath of the intense orgasm. “I can’t wait, my love. Just promise me you’ll give me a heads up next time. I nearly lost control in front of my patient.”

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “That’s the beauty of it, Ava. You never know when I’ll decide to play. Now, go freshen up. I’ll be waiting for you at home, ready to continue our game.”

I nodded, my heart racing at the thought of what he had planned. I quickly tidied myself up, my body still buzzing with pleasure, and prepared to leave for the day. As I walked out of my office, I couldn’t help but smile, already looking forward to the next time my boyfriend would use his remote-controlled toy to drive me wild.

Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a deliciously naughty adventure, one that would push the boundaries of my pleasure and submission.

Steamy Sauna Encounter

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A male patient of mine related this tale of his when he recently visited a gym. He was feeling guilt over this impromptu same sex encounter.

I stepped into the sauna, my muscles still warm and tingling from the intense workout. The steam enveloped me, a welcome relief after the strenuous exercise. I was alone, or so I thought, until I heard a soft groan from the corner of the room. My curiosity piqued, I moved closer, and that’s when I saw him.

Ted, a regular at the gym, was sprawled on the wooden bench, his muscular body glistening with sweat. But it wasn’t just the heat that had him in such a state. His eyes were closed, and his hand was wrapped tightly around his thick cock, stroking it with slow, deliberate movements. I watched, transfixed, as his fist pumped up and down, his breathing becoming more labored with each stroke.

I should have turned away, given him his privacy, but something about the raw, primal act of self-pleasure captivated me. My own cock began to stir, hardening at the sight of this stranger’s passion. I cleared my throat, not wanting to startle him, but also not wanting to leave.

“Oh, hey, Lorenzo,” Ted said, his voice raspy and filled with desire. He didn’t stop his actions, but his eyes opened, taking in my presence. “Didn’t expect anyone else here.”

I felt my face flush, unsure of what to say. I was Lorenzo, his gym buddy, and we had often worked out together, but this was a side of him I’d never seen before. “I… I thought I’d relax here for a bit,” I managed to stammer.

Ted smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well, you’re welcome to stay, Lorenzo. Don’t mind me, just finishing what I started.” He gave his cock a few more vigorous strokes, and I could see the veins throbbing beneath the taut skin.

My mouth went dry as I realized I didn’t want to leave. The sight of Ted’s hand moving up and down his shaft, his fingers gripping the thick base, was too enticing. I took a step closer, my gaze locked on his cock, now glistening with pre-cum.

“You like what you see?” Ted asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, unable to form words. My cock was throbbing, straining against the fabric of my shorts. I wanted to touch myself, to mimic Ted’s actions, but I hesitated, unsure of the boundaries.

Ted seemed to sense my hesitation. “Come on, Lorenzo,” he said, his voice laced with a seductive invitation. “Don’t be shy. We’re both grown men with needs. No one’s around to judge.”

His words broke the spell, and I found myself walking towards him, shedding my inhibitions with each step. I sat on the bench across from him, our knees almost touching, and without saying a word, I reached down and freed my aching cock from the confines of my shorts.

Ted’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of my erection, thick and veiny, already leaking pre-cum. “Damn, Lorenzo,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You’re packing some serious heat there.”

I felt a surge of pride at his words, and without thinking, I began to stroke my cock, my fist moving in a slow, steady rhythm. The sensation was electric, my hand gliding over the sensitive skin, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Ted’s eyes were fixed on my hand, watching as I pleasured myself. His own strokes had slowed, and he was now matching my pace, as if we were in some unspoken competition. The air was thick with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the wet, slick sounds of our hands on our cocks.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Ted breathed, his eyes never leaving my hand. “Seeing you jerk off like that… it’s driving me wild.”

His words spurred me on, and I quickened my pace, my fist flying up and down my shaft. I was close, so close, and I could see Ted was, too. His cock was a rigid column of flesh, the head swollen and purple, leaking a steady stream of precum.

“Let’s do something even hotter,” Ted suggested, his voice thick with desire. “Let’s rub our cocks together.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I leaned forward, my cock pointing towards his, and with a mutual understanding, we both angled our erections until the sensitive heads touched. A jolt of pleasure shot through me as our cocks made contact, the sensation unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

We began to move, our cocks sliding against each other, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Ted’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he reveled in the sensation. I matched his movements, our cocks sliding and rubbing, the wet sounds filling the sauna.

“Oh fuck, this is good,” Ted groaned, his hand reaching out to grasp my thigh, pulling me closer. “Your cock feels so damn good.”

I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on fire. The heat of the sauna, the steam, and the sight of Ted’s muscular body all contributed to the overwhelming sensations. I wanted more, needed more, and without thinking, I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth.

Ted let out a strangled cry, his hands gripping my shoulders as I took him deep, my lips sliding down the length of his shaft. I sucked and licked, my tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from his slit.

“Oh God, Lorenzo,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him. “Your mouth feels incredible.”

I was in a trance, my own cock forgotten as I focused on giving Ted pleasure. I sucked him with abandon, my lips and tongue working in unison, my hand stroking the base of his cock as I deep-throated him.

Ted’s hands tightened on my shoulders, his breathing becoming more rapid. “I’m close,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I’m gonna come, Lorenzo.”

His words spurred me on, and I sucked harder, my lips tightening around his shaft. I felt his cock twitch and throb in my mouth, and then with a guttural cry, he erupted, filling my mouth with his warm, thick cum. I swallowed, relishing the taste of him, as he pumped his load down my throat.

As Ted’s orgasm subsided, he pulled me towards him, our bodies pressing together, our cocks still slick with sweat and pre-cum. He kissed me then, his lips hungry and demanding, his tongue invading my mouth, tasting himself on my lips.

We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, our hearts racing. I looked into Ted’s eyes, seeing a mixture of passion and surprise. “That was…” he began, searching for words.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, my voice hoarse. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

Ted smiled, his hand reaching out to caress my cheek. “Me neither. But I’m glad we did. It was fucking hot.”

We sat there for a while, catching our breath, the steam cooling around us. I felt a sense of camaraderie, a bond forged through our shared experience. As we got up to leave, Ted turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Next time, we’ll take this to the showers,” he said, winking. “I have a feeling we’ve only just begun, Lorenzo.”

I couldn’t help but smile, already anticipating the next time our paths would cross in this steamy, erotic dance.