Articles by Ava

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.

The Elevator Encounter

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I stepped into the crowded elevator, feeling the heat and humidity of the packed space envelop me. It was a typical busy day in the office building, and as I squeezed in, I found myself pressed against the back wall, surrounded by a sea of strangers. The elevator was already packed, and I could feel the bodies of my fellow passengers brushing against me as we all tried to find a comfortable position in the confined space. I adjusted my glasses, my heart racing slightly from the close proximity of so many people. I was Ava, a 54-year-old psychologist, used to listening to my patients’ intimate problems, but this situation was making me feel a bit uneasy.

The doors began to close, and just as they were about to seal us in, a young man rushed in, causing a stir among the crowd. The elevator groaned under the weight of the additional passenger, and I could feel the tension rise as the space became even more cramped. I shifted my weight, trying to find some relief from the pressure on my body, my eyes darting around, taking in the faces of my temporary companions.

Suddenly, the lights flickered and then went out, plunging us into complete darkness. A collective gasp filled the elevator, followed by murmurs of confusion and concern. I heard a voice, slightly distorted by the emergency speaker, announce that there had been a power outage and that technicians were working on the issue. The voice assured us that it would take some time, at least an hour, before the power was restored. An hour in this crowded, dark elevator? My stomach fluttered with a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

As I stood there, trying to adjust to the darkness, I felt a hand on my lower back, gently caressing my skin. My breath caught in my throat, and I stiffened, unsure of how to react. The hand moved slowly, tracing the curve of my spine, sending shivers down my body. I recognized the touch as male, but in the darkness, I couldn’t make out any features or identify the stranger. The hand felt confident, as if it knew exactly what it was doing, and I found myself both alarmed and intrigued.

The stranger’s hand began to wander lower, and I felt my skirt being lifted, inch by inch, exposing my thighs to the cool air. I was wearing a knee-length pencil skirt, and the fabric soon rested just below my hips, leaving my backside barely covered by my lacy black panties. I wanted to protest, to push the hand away, but something about the darkness and the anonymity of the situation made me hesitate. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, so I stood still, my heart pounding in my chest.

The hand continued its exploration, sliding between my thighs, the fingers gently grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I bit my lip to suppress a moan, my body betraying my desire to remain silent. The fingers teased me, getting closer and closer to my core, but never quite reaching it. I could feel my cheeks flushing, and I was grateful for the darkness, hoping no one could see my embarrassment.

And then, the stranger’s fingers found their way to the back of my panties, slipping underneath the lace and finding my wetness. I gasped softly as they began to stroke my clit, their touch firm and deliberate. They knew exactly how to pleasure a woman, and I couldn’t help but wonder who this mysterious man was. His fingers worked their magic, circling my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations, my hands gripping the handrail in front of me. I was acutely aware of the other passengers, so close yet oblivious to what was happening to me. The stranger’s other hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer, pressing my ass against their hardening cock. I could feel the length of it, straining against the fabric of their pants, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have that thick shaft inside me.

The fingers on my clit quickened their pace, and I felt my knees weaken. I was grateful for the wall behind me, supporting my trembling body. My breath came in short gasps, and I bit my lip harder, trying to stifle the sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape my throat. The stranger’s fingers were relentless, working me towards an orgasm I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.

Just as I was about to climax, the hand stopped, leaving me teetering on the edge, desperate for release. I whimpered softly, my body aching for completion. The stranger’s breath was hot on my neck, and I could feel their lips brush against my ear as they whispered, “Not yet, beautiful. I want to make you beg for it.”

I shivered at the words, my body on fire. The hand returned to my clit, now joined by another, and they worked in unison, one teasing my sensitive bud while the other slipped inside my soaking wet pussy. I moaned softly, unable to contain myself any longer. The fingers inside me curled, finding my G-spot, and I felt my knees buckle as my body exploded in pleasure.

My orgasm ripped through me, causing my legs to tremble and my vision to blur. I clutched the handrail, my knuckles turning white, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. I was vaguely aware of the other passengers, some shifting uncomfortably, but no one seemed to notice the source of my pleasure. The stranger’s hands continued their assault, milking my orgasm, until I was sure my legs could no longer support me.

As the last tremors of my climax subsided, the hands withdrew, leaving me breathless and weak. I slumped against the wall, my body tingling, my panties drenched with my arousal. I wanted to turn around, to see the face of my anonymous lover, but the darkness still enveloped us, and I couldn’t bring myself to move.

Just then, the lights flickered back to life, revealing the crowded elevator and the curious faces of my fellow passengers. I quickly adjusted my skirt, my heart racing, my cheeks flushed. I scanned the faces, searching for the stranger, but he had disappeared, blending back into the crowd. I felt a twinge of disappointment, but also a sense of excitement at the mystery of it all.

The elevator resumed its descent, and as the doors opened on my floor, I stepped out, my legs still shaky from the intense encounter. I glanced back, hoping for one last glimpse of my secret elevator partner, but he was gone, lost in the sea of faces. I knew I would never know who he was, but the memory of his touch, the pleasure he had given me, would stay with me forever.

As I walked towards my office, I couldn’t help but smile, my mind replaying the events that had just unfolded. It was a unique, exhilarating experience, and I felt a newfound sense of freedom and desire coursing through my veins. I had been sexually assaulted, yet I couldn’t deny the pleasure it had brought me. I wondered if I would ever see that stranger again, but for now, I was content with the memory of his skilled hands and the mystery that would forever remain unsolved.

Ava’s Erotic Exploration

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I had always been a bit of an adventurous soul when it came to my sexual experiences, but even I had my limits. At 54, I thought I had explored most of my desires, yet here I was, considering something entirely new.

My name is Ava, and I’m a psychologist by profession. I spend my days listening to people’s intimate problems, offering guidance and support. Little did my patients know that their therapist had a secret wild side. With my shoulder-length brown hair, hazel eyes, and a body that still turned heads, I felt confident in my sexuality. My C-cup breasts were a source of pride, and the glasses I wore only added to my allure, giving me an air of sophistication.

I had recently started seeing a man, let’s call him James. He was a charming and handsome gentleman, a few years younger than me, with an insatiable appetite for pleasure. Our relationship was purely physical, a mutual agreement to explore our desires without the complications of a deeper connection. James had a particular fetish, one that I had never encountered before, and it intrigued me. He loved to receive oral pleasure and would often speak of his previous encounters, where women would take him deep into their mouths, only for him to pull out at the last moment and release his pent-up passion all over their faces.

At first, I was taken aback by his confession. I had never let a man cum on my face before. It was a new territory for me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. But James was persistent, and there was something about his enthusiasm that excited me. He assured me that it was a thrilling experience, and the look of pleasure on a woman’s face as she was covered in his essence was something he adored.

As the weeks went by, the thought of indulging James’s fantasy began to occupy my mind more and more. I found myself imagining what it would be like to have his thick, warm load splashed across my features. I pictured his cock, hard and throbbing, as he pulled it out of my mouth, his eyes locked on mine, filled with anticipation. The idea of submitting to his desire, of giving him the ultimate pleasure, started to arouse me in ways I couldn’t ignore.

One Friday night, after a particularly intense session with a patient, I decided it was time to explore this new frontier. I called James, my voice husky with anticipation, and invited him over. He arrived at my place, a bottle of wine in hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he realized what I had in store for him.

I greeted him at the door, wearing a silk robe that barely contained my excitement. My nipples were already hard beneath the thin fabric, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing as he took in my appearance. We shared a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing, and I could taste the hint of wine on his breath.

“I think it’s time,” I whispered between kisses, my hands already roaming over his muscular body.

“Oh, Ava, I’ve been dreaming of this moment,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

Leading him to my bedroom, I ensured the mood was set perfectly. Soft candlelight flickered, casting sensual shadows on the walls, and the faint scent of jasmine filled the air. I lay back on the bed, my robe falling open, revealing my naked body. My breasts heaved with anticipation, and my pussy was already wet, glistening with arousal.

James stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes devouring me. He slowly undressed, revealing a toned physique. His cock sprang free, thick and erect, the head glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, eager to taste him.

“Come here, James,” I purred, patting the bed beside me. “Let me show you how much I’ve been thinking about this.”

He joined me on the bed, his body warm against mine. I reached for his cock, wrapping my hand around it, feeling its heat and hardness. I stroked him slowly, teasing the sensitive tip with my thumb, as I leaned in to kiss him again. Our tongues entwined, and I could taste the saltiness of his desire as he moaned into my mouth.

Breaking the kiss, I turned my attention to his shaft, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. James groaned, his hands threading through my hair, gently guiding me as I took more of him. I savored the feel of his length sliding between my lips, the taste of him growing stronger as I deep-throated him, my throat welcoming his girth.

I was in control, and I loved the power I held over him. I sucked and teased, taking him to the edge of ecstasy and then pulling back, only to start again. His breathing became ragged, and his hips began to thrust gently, seeking release. I looked up at him through my lashes, my eyes daring him to take what he wanted.

“Ava, I’m close,” he whispered, his voice strained. “I want to give you what you’ve been craving.”

I released his cock from my mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting us for a moment before breaking. I smiled, my hand still stroking his length, as I said, “I want you to paint my face, James. I want to feel your cum all over me.”

With that, I leaned forward and took him back into my mouth, sucking hard, my hand pumping the base of his shaft. James’s eyes rolled back as he surrendered to the pleasure. I could feel his cock twitching, a sure sign he was about to explode.

Suddenly, he pulled out, his hand gripping the base of his shaft tightly. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with anticipation, as he positioned himself above my face. With a groan, he released his hold, and I felt the first warm spurt of his cum land on my cheek, quickly followed by another on my chin. He aimed his throbbing cock, painting my face with his essence, each pulse of his cock delivering a thick, white offering.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. His cum was warm and sticky, covering my skin, dripping down my face, and pooling in the hollow of my throat. I could feel it sliding into my hair, and the scent of his release filled my nostrils, a primal aroma that only heightened my arousal.

James continued to decorate my face, his cock twitching as it delivered the last of his load. He then collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy, a satisfied smile on his face. I reached up, my fingers coated in his cum, and brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean, my eyes never leaving his.

“That was incredible,” he breathed, reaching out to stroke my cum-covered cheek. “I’ve never seen anything sexier.”

I giggled, the sound muffled by the cum on my face. “I think I’ve found a new favorite pastime, James. But I must say, it’s quite a mess.”

He laughed, leaning in to kiss me gently, his tongue playing with the cum on my lips. “Let me help you clean up, my beautiful Ava.”

We retreated to the bathroom, where James gently washed the cum from my face and hair, his touch tender and loving. As he dried my skin with a soft towel, I felt a sense of closeness and intimacy I hadn’t expected. Perhaps there was more to this man than just a sexual fetish.

That night, we made love passionately, our bodies entwined, exploring each other in new and exciting ways. James was attentive and gentle, ensuring my pleasure was paramount. As I lay in his arms afterward, I realized that sometimes, it’s the things we least expect that can bring us the most joy.

The next morning, I woke up to find James preparing breakfast in the kitchen, a sight that warmed my heart. As I joined him, he turned, a smile lighting up his face.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, kissing me softly. “How’s the face?”

I laughed, feeling a new sense of freedom and playfulness. “It’s clean, but I think I might just let you dirty it up again tonight.”

As we shared a playful breakfast, I knew that this was just the beginning of many more erotic adventures to come. James’s fetish had opened a new door for me, and I couldn’t wait to explore it further, one cum-covered face at a time.

Tantric Encounter

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I was browsing the shelves of my favorite bookstore, my eyes scanning the titles in the self-help section. As a psychologist, I often found myself drawn to this area, seeking new insights to help my patients and perhaps even myself. Little did I know that this ordinary Saturday afternoon would take an unexpected turn, leading me down a path of sensual discovery.

I reached for a book on mindfulness, my fingers brushing against another hand. Startled, I looked up to see a man, his eyes a deep shade of blue, reflecting a hint of curiosity and warmth.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I apologized, my voice soft and slightly breathless. “Not at all,” he replied, his voice deep and soothing. “We seem to have similar interests.”

I smiled, taking in his features. He introduced himself as Byron, a name that suited his ruggedly handsome face and well-built frame. His brown hair, slightly graying at the temples, framed his strong jawline, and his eyes held a wisdom that intrigued me.

“I’m Ava,” I replied, feeling a connection already forming. “I’m a psychologist, and I guess you could say I’m always on the lookout for new ways to help my patients.”

Byron smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, Ava, it seems we’ve both found something interesting. Care to discuss it over a cup of coffee?”

The idea of spending more time with this intriguing stranger was enticing. I agreed, and we made our way to the cozy café located within the bookstore. As we settled into a corner table, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air, we began to talk.

Byron was a writer, a traveler, and a man with a thirst for knowledge. He had spent years exploring different cultures and had recently returned from a spiritual retreat in India, where he had learned about Tantric practices. His passion for life and his experiences captivated me, and I found myself drawn to his every word.

“Tantra is not just about sex, Ava,” he explained, his voice low and intimate. “It’s a way of connecting with your partner on a deeper level, exploring each other’s bodies and souls. It’s about prolonging pleasure and achieving a state of bliss together.”

My heart raced as I listened, my mind already imagining the possibilities. As a woman in her fifties, I had experienced my fair share of relationships and sexual encounters, but Byron’s words ignited a flame of curiosity within me.

We talked for hours, sharing our thoughts and experiences, and I felt a connection forming between us that went beyond the physical. Byron’s intelligence and worldliness were a refreshing change from the men I had dated in the past.

As the café began to empty, Byron suggested we continue our conversation over dinner. I readily agreed, eager to spend more time with this captivating man. We left the bookstore, the evening air cool against our skin, and made our way to a nearby restaurant.

Over a candlelit dinner, we delved deeper into each other’s lives. I shared my passion for psychology and the satisfaction I derived from helping my patients overcome their struggles. Byron listened intently, his eyes never wavering from mine, making me feel like the most fascinating woman in the world.

“You have a beautiful soul, Ava,” he said, reaching across the table to take my hand. “And I can’t wait to explore every inch of you.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew that the attraction between us was mutual. We finished our meal, and Byron suggested we retire to his place, a cozy apartment just a short walk away.

As we walked hand in hand through the quiet streets, the anticipation built within me. I felt alive, my senses heightened by the prospect of what lay ahead. Byron’s apartment was warm and inviting, filled with books and artifacts from his travels, each piece telling a story.

He led me to his bedroom, the space lit by the soft glow of candles, creating an intimate atmosphere. The scent of incense filled the air, adding to the sensual ambiance. Byron turned to me, his eyes dark with desire.

“Tantra is about honoring the body and the spirit,” he whispered, his breath warm against my neck. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

I felt his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging, easing the tension from my body. His touch was firm yet gentle, sending waves of pleasure through me. He slowly removed my glasses, placing them on the bedside table, and then traced his fingers along my jawline, down to my collarbone.

“You’re beautiful, Ava,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let’s take our time and explore every sensation.”

I sighed as his hands slid down my back, cupping my buttocks and pulling me closer. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, a tangible sign of his desire. He unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts.

“You have the most exquisite body,” he whispered, his lips trailing kisses along my collarbone. “I want to worship every inch of you.”

His hands skillfully unhooked my bra, and my breasts, full and heavy, spilled into his waiting palms. He caressed and massaged them, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they hardened, begging for more attention. I arched my back, offering myself to him, as his mouth descended, taking a nipple between his lips.

I moaned softly, my hands tangling in his hair, encouraging him. His tongue teased and flicked, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, while his hands explored my waist, hips, and thighs, mapping my curves with a lover’s touch.

“You’re so responsive,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “I want to feel you come, Ava.”

His fingers found the waistband of my skirt, and with a gentle tug, he slid it down my legs, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my panties. I watched as his eyes traveled over my body, drinking in every detail, his desire evident in the way his gaze lingered on my most intimate places.

Byron guided me to the bed, where I lay back, my body on fire with anticipation. He knelt between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly slid my panties down, exposing my wetness to his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful here, too,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to taste you, Ava.”

I felt his breath on my inner thighs, warm and tantalizing, as he kissed and nibbled his way up, making me squirm with anticipation. His tongue teased my folds, flicking and probing, finding my clit and circling it slowly, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my body.

I arched my back, my hands clutching the sheets, as he continued to pleasure me with his mouth, his tongue delving deep, tasting my essence. I was close, so close, and I wanted him to know it.

“Byron, I’m going to come,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

He increased the pace, his tongue working its magic, and I cried out as my orgasm washed over me in waves, my body trembling with the intensity of it. Byron continued to lap at my sensitive flesh, drawing out every last vestige of pleasure.

When my breathing finally returned to normal, Byron moved up my body, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it sent a new wave of desire coursing through me.

“Your turn,” I whispered, my hands already working at his belt.

I wanted to pleasure him as he had pleasured me, to explore his body with the same reverence and passion. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a broad, muscular chest, and trailed kisses down his stomach, relishing the feel of his skin against my lips.

I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, freeing his erect cock, thick and veined, already glistening with pre-cum. I took him in my hand, stroking gently, feeling his length and warmth.

“Oh, Ava,” he groaned, his head falling back as I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his saltiness.

I sucked and teased, taking him deeper, my hand pumping the base in time with my mouth. I could feel his thighs tensing, his breath coming in short gasps, and I knew he was close.

“I’m going to come, Ava,” he warned, his voice strained.

I increased the pace, my mouth working feverishly, and with a final, deep thrust, he came, his hot cum filling my mouth. I swallowed, relishing the taste of him, as he shuddered and sighed in release.

We lay together, our bodies glistening with sweat, our hearts still racing. Byron pulled me close, his arms wrapped around me, and I felt a deep sense of connection, a bond forged through our shared pleasure.

“That was incredible,” I whispered, my lips against his chest.

“It’s only the beginning, Ava,” he replied, his voice full of promise. “Tantra is a journey, and I can’t wait to explore every moment with you.”

As I lay there, content and fulfilled, I knew that this encounter with Byron was just the start of something extraordinary. The fusion of our bodies and souls had ignited a flame that would continue to burn, guiding us on a path of sensual discovery and mutual pleasure.