Articles by Carol

A Thanksgiving Night to Remember

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I had always loved Thanksgiving, the warmth and coziness of the holiday, the delicious food, and the chance to spend time with loved ones. But this year, I found myself alone. My family lived across the country, and with my busy work schedule, I hadn’t been able to make the trip home. So, on that chilly November evening, I decided to treat myself to a nice dinner at a charming little restaurant called The Bistro. I had heard great things about their food, and the intimate atmosphere seemed perfect for a solo celebration.

As I stepped into the cozy dining room, I was greeted by the warm glow of candlelit tables and the soft murmur of conversations. The restaurant was elegantly decorated with autumn hues, and the aroma of roasted turkey and pumpkin pie filled the air, making my mouth water. I was led to a cozy corner table, and as I settled into the plush seat, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was a welcome change from the usual hustle and bustle of my daily life.

I scanned the menu, my eyes lingering on the mouth-watering options. The Bistro offered a special Thanksgiving feast, and I eagerly opted for it. As I waited for my meal, I observed the other patrons, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the lone diners like myself. That’s when I noticed him.

Christopher, as I later learned his name was, sat a few tables away, alone like me. He was hard to miss with his striking appearance—red hair that fell in gentle waves, framing his handsome face, and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with kindness. He had a slim build, and his suit suggested he was in town for business. There was an air of gentleness about him, and I found myself intrigued.

I couldn’t help but sneak glances at him as I savored my dinner. The Bistro did not disappoint; the food was exquisite. I indulged in every course, from the creamy pumpkin soup to the perfectly roasted turkey with all the trimmings. As I enjoyed my meal, I noticed Christopher doing the same, and we exchanged subtle smiles, acknowledging our shared appreciation for the culinary delights.

When the waiter offered dessert, I decided to be a little adventurous and ordered the pumpkin cheesecake. As I took the first bite, my eyes closed in bliss, and I let out a soft moan of pleasure, unaware of the effect it might have on my handsome dining companion.

“That good, huh?” Christopher’s voice startled me, and I turned to find him standing by my table with a charming smile. “I couldn’t help but notice your reaction to the cheesecake. I was considering ordering it myself.”

I felt my cheeks flush, realizing my reaction might have been a bit over the top. “Oh, it’s divine,” I replied, my voice a little breathless. “You should definitely try it.”

He took a seat at my table, and we started chatting, our conversation flowing effortlessly. I learned that he was indeed in town for business, and like me, he had no family nearby. There was an instant connection between us, a shared loneliness that drew us together.

Christopher had a gentle, soothing voice that made me feel at ease. We talked about our lives, our passions, and our love for good food. His eyes lit up when he spoke, and I found myself captivated by his charm. As the evening progressed, I felt a growing desire to get to know this man better, to explore the connection that seemed to spark between us.

“It’s getting late,” he said, glancing at his watch. “But I’d hate for the night to end. Would you like to continue this conversation somewhere more private?”

My heart skipped a beat at his suggestion. I knew what he was implying, and the thought of spending more time with this handsome stranger excited me. I wanted to explore the chemistry that had been building between us.

“I’d love to,” I replied, my voice laced with anticipation.

We settled the bill and stepped out into the crisp night air, our breath forming little clouds in the chilly atmosphere. Christopher suggested a nearby hotel, and I readily agreed, eager to see where the night would take us.

The hotel lobby was warm and inviting, with a cozy fireplace crackling in the corner. We checked in, and as we stepped into the elevator, the tension between us became palpable. We stood close, our bodies almost touching, and I could feel his warmth. The elevator ride seemed to take an eternity, and I was acutely aware of his every breath, every movement.

As the elevator doors opened, we stepped out, hand in hand, our fingers intertwined. The hallway was dimly lit, adding to the intimate atmosphere. We found our room, and Christopher unlocked the door, holding it open for me with a gentlemanly gesture.

The room was cozy and luxurious, with a king-sized bed that looked incredibly inviting. I felt a tingle of anticipation as I imagined what might unfold on those soft sheets.

“Can I get you a drink?” Christopher asked, moving towards the minibar.

“A glass of wine would be lovely,” I replied, my voice slightly hoarse with desire.

He poured two glasses of red wine and handed me one, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I took a sip, the rich flavor of the wine complementing the growing heat within me.

As we sipped our wine, we stood close, our eyes locked in an unspoken promise of what was to come. I could see the desire in his eyes, mirroring my own. Without a word, he set his glass down and pulled me into his arms, his lips finding mine in a gentle yet passionate kiss.

His lips were soft and warm, and I melted into his embrace, my hands roaming over his broad shoulders, relishing the feel of his strong body. His kiss was like a slow dance, each movement deliberate and sensual. I could taste the wine on his tongue, and the combination of flavors and sensations sent a wave of pleasure through me.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed soft kisses along my jawline, his breath hot against my skin. I arched my neck, inviting him to explore further, my body already responding to his touch. His hands moved to my waist, gently guiding me towards the bed, our kisses never ceasing.

As we reached the bed, I gently pushed him onto the mattress, wanting to take control for a moment. I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips, and leaned in for another kiss, this time taking the lead. I explored his mouth with my tongue, tasting him, feeling his hands on my thighs, inching their way up under my dress.

I could feel his erection pressing against me through his pants, and I ground my hips down, enjoying the sensation of his hardness. His hands found their way to my breasts, cupping their fullness through my dress. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair, urging him on.

With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned my dress, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my ample cleavage. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of my voluptuous curves. I smiled, feeling a surge of power, knowing I had this handsome man at my mercy.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

I leaned down, my breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him again, my tongue teasing his lips. Then, with a gentle push, I urged him onto his back, wanting to tease and please him.

I began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his smooth, pale skin. I kissed my way down his neck, nipping gently at his collarbone, making him squirm beneath me. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer, his breath coming in short gasps.

I worked my way down, kissing and licking his chest, teasing his nipples with my tongue, making him arch off the bed with a soft groan. My hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, my eyes never leaving his. I wanted to savor every moment, to draw out the anticipation.

With a swift motion, I pulled his shirt open, baring his chest, and then unbuckled his belt, sliding it from the loops of his pants. His breathing was ragged now, his eyes hooded with desire. I slid my hands inside his pants, grasping his erection through his boxers, feeling it throb in response.

“Please…” he whispered, his voice thick with want.

I smiled, loving the power I held over him. “Patience, my dear,” I teased, giving his length a gentle squeeze before releasing it.

I stood up, slowly removing my dress, revealing my curvaceous body clad in nothing but lingerie. His eyes devoured me, his desire evident. I moved to the edge of the bed, slowly rolling down my stockings, revealing my smooth thighs and the lace of my garters.

Christopher’s breath caught as I stepped out of my lingerie, fully exposing my naked body. I was unapologetically voluptuous, my breasts full and heavy, my hips wide, and my skin glowing in the soft light. I moved sensually towards him, watching his eyes follow my every move.

I straddled him again, this time facing away, my back to his chest. I could feel his hardness against my buttocks as I leaned forward, reaching for the nightstand drawer. I pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom, placing them on the bedside table.

“I want you,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire. “But I want to take care of you first.”

I reached back, taking his hard length in my hand, and guided it to my entrance, teasingly rubbing the tip against my wetness. I could feel his pulse quicken, his breath hot on my neck. With one smooth motion, I sank down, taking him inside me, filling myself with his throbbing cock.

I gasped at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate his size. He felt incredible, every inch of him sending waves of pleasure through me. I began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, riding him, my breasts swaying with each thrust.

Christopher’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements, his body responding to my rhythm. I could feel his control slipping as he thrust up to meet my descent, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.

“Oh, Carol…” he groaned, his voice strained. “You feel incredible.”

His words spurred me on, and I rode him harder, my body demanding release. I reached between my legs, finding my clit, and began to rub in time with our movements, sending sparks of pleasure through my core.

“Touch me,” I begged, my voice breathless. “Please, Christopher…”

He complied, his fingers replacing mine, his touch sending me over the edge. I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Christopher’s release came soon after, his body tensing beneath me as he filled the condom with his hot seed. He called out my name, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he spilled himself inside me.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. I turned in his arms, my cheek resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

“That was…” He trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, a satisfied smile on my face. “And this is just the beginning.”

He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss. “I can’t wait to see what else this night has in store for us.”

As we lay there, satiated and content, I knew that this Thanksgiving would be one to remember. I had found more than just a delicious dinner at The Bistro; I had found a connection, a passion that would keep me warm through the cold winter nights ahead. And I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of this man who had captured my heart and body in equal measure.

Pearl Necklace Expert

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I developed early, you can tell by the size of my breasts they are quite large. I always had boys interested in me because of them. I started to wear a bra early and was teased because of my big boobs, but the same boys that were teasing me a few years before were now asking me out in the hopes they could get their mitts on them. One of the first things I did sexually was give a titty fuck. I wasn’t ready to actually fuck yet, but I would allow a boy to place his hard cock between my big knockers.

I remember when I was in school the first boy I’d gone out with asked me if he could do that. I didn’t see the harm in it, so I said ok. We’d gone out to see a movie and grabbed some pizza afterwards. We went back to his place and he invited me down to the basement. His parents were upstairs and he said they left him alone when he was down there, even if he had friends over, so we wouldn’t be interrupted. I was a bit nervous, I’d only kissed before and given a hand job once.

We were on the couch and he had MTV on the television playing low and we were kissing and soon his hand sneaked under my sweater and he soon got my nipples hard by playing with them. I removed my green angora sweater that matched my eyes, and he unhooked my large bra and cast it aside. I’d been running my hand over his crotch through his jeans and I could tell he was so hard. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and slipped him out of them, his boxer shorts were sporting a pretty good sized tent in front of me.

He told me to take my tits in my hands, ease them apart a bit while he got his cock between them and then close them around his dick. He then started to pump and thrust between my tits and he began to moan a bit as he did so. He was fucking my huge tits. The engorged head of his cock was coming up right underneath my chin with each pump of his cock, but I wasn’t ready to give a blow job just yet. His freely flowing precum was smearing all over my tits and chest. My hard nipples were grazing his cock and it felt nice, it was a nice sensation to have them pulled that way with each pump of his cock between them.

I still remember the video that was playing on MTV as I gave that titty fuck, “How Do You Talk To An Angel,” I always think of that night in the basement whenever I hear that song come on. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, he was standing and kind of crouching, standing with his feet far apart, his hands on my shoulders as he fucked my huge tits. He said something that made me laugh. He told me the only thing that could make it better would have been if I had milk in my breasts and it would ooze all over his dick. I laughed and said no chance of that, but it’s something other guys have mentioned over the years as well. The big tits fetish and breast milk fetish often go hand in hand. Not always, but sometimes.

I was about to receive my very first “pearl necklace.” The year before in school a boy that sat near me told me his friend wanted to give me a pearl necklace and I had no idea what he meant, but didn’t want to appear unknowledgeable about it, so I just said, “oh, that’s nice.” LOL, I must have sounded like an idiot, since if you knew what it meant, you’d not likely reply back with that response! Here I thought this boy I barely knew wanted to give me a piece of jewelry, Lord, was I clueless! Now my boyfriend said he was about to cum, about to squirt all over my tits and ‘give me a pearl necklace.’ All of a sudden the lights went on from the remark the year before and I giggled. I got it, globs of cum all over my tits, neck and throat. It wasn’t so bad, but he sure liked it. I went to the powder room to clean up and went home soon after. Thinking I was now a “pearl necklace expert.”