Articles by Jane

A Side of Cream Pie

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I walked into the dimly lit bar, the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filling the air. The scent of spilled beer and stale cigarettes lingered, but I barely noticed. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar faces and the occasional stranger. It was a Friday night, and I was in the mood for something—or someone—to take the edge off a long week. My short blonde hair framed my face, and my blue eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and mischief. At 37, I knew I still turned heads, and tonight, I was dressed to remind myself of that fact. A tight black dress hugged my curves, showcasing my perky breasts and great figure, while my shaved pussy felt deliciously bare beneath the fabric.

I slid onto a barstool, ordering a gin and tonic from the bartender. As I waited, my gaze drifted across the room, landing on a man sitting alone at a corner table. He was maybe a few years older than me, with dark hair, a strong jawline, and eyes that seemed to see right through me. There was something about him—an intensity, a raw hunger—that made my pulse quicken. He caught me looking and raised his glass in a silent toast. I smiled, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my chest.

After finishing my drink, I sauntered over to his table, my heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, my voice light and playful.

He gestured to the empty chair. “Please do.” His voice was deep, with a hint of a rasp that sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m Daniel.”

“Jane,” I replied, sitting down. “So, Daniel, what brings you here tonight?”

He leaned back in his chair, studying me with an unnerving directness. “I could ask you the same thing. But if I had to guess, you’re looking for something… unconventional.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Unconventional, huh? And what makes you say that?”

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made my heart race. “Let’s just say I have a talent for reading people. And you, Jane, strike me as someone who’s not afraid to explore her desires.”

I laughed, a soft, breathy sound. “Maybe. But what about you? What are your desires, Daniel?”

His gaze intensified, and for a moment, I felt like he was peeling back the layers of my soul. “I have a particular fetish,” he said, his voice low and husky. “One that most women find… off-putting.”

My curiosity piqued. “Try me.”

He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine. “I love to lick my own cum out of a woman’s pussy after I’ve fucked her. There’s something about tasting myself inside her, about savoring that cream pie, that drives me wild.”

My breath caught in my throat. It was raw, unfiltered, and undeniably filthy. But instead of feeling repulsed, I felt a heat coil low in my belly. “That’s… quite the fetish,” I managed to say, my voice steady despite the sudden rush of arousal.

He shrugged, a hint of vulnerability flashing across his face. “I know it’s not for everyone. But I’ve always been honest about what turns me on. And I can’t help but wonder if it might turn you on too.”

I licked my lips, my mind racing. It was dirty, taboo, and utterly decadent. But there was something about his candor, about the way he owned his desire, that made me want to indulge him. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But… I’m willing to try.”

His eyes lit up, and he reached across the table to take my hand. “You won’t regret it, Jane. I promise.”

We left the bar shortly after, the night air cool against my skin. Daniel’s hand was warm and firm around mine as he led me to his place, a sleek apartment just a few blocks away. The tension between us was palpable, electric, as if every step brought us closer to something inevitable.

Inside, the apartment was dimly lit, with soft jazz playing in the background. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and leather, a heady combination that made my senses tingle. Daniel turned to face me, his eyes burning with desire. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice thick with want.

I nodded, stepping closer to him. “I’m sure.”

He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks. “You’re beautiful, Jane. And I’m going to make you feel incredible.”

His lips crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding. I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair. His kiss was fierce, his tongue probing deep into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned, my body already on fire, my pussy aching with anticipation.

He broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Take off your dress,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I want to see you.”

I stepped back, my fingers trembling as I pulled the dress over my head. It pooled at my feet, leaving me standing in nothing but my heels and a lacy black bra and panties. Daniel’s gaze devoured me, his eyes dark with lust. “Fucking hell, Jane,” he growled. “You’re perfect.”

I felt a flush of pride, of desire, as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. My pussy was already glistening, my arousal evident, and I knew he was watching every move. “Your turn,” I teased, my voice husky.

He smirked, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. His chest was broad and muscular, dusted with a light scattering of hair that trailed down his abs. I bit my lip, my eyes tracing the contours of his body as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It was a beautiful sight, and I felt my mouth water at the thought of taking it into my mouth.

But tonight wasn’t about that—at least, not yet.

Daniel stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside, and then reached for the clasp of my bra. With a flick of his fingers, it came undone, and I shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts bounced slightly, my nipples tight and aching, and I saw his eyes darken further.

“Come here,” he commanded, pulling me toward the bedroom.

The room was just as sleek and modern as the rest of the apartment, with a large bed dominating the space. Daniel pushed me gently onto the mattress, his hands roaming over my body as he climbed onto the bed with me. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

His mouth trailed down my body, kissing and nipping at my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples until I was arching my back and moaning his name. His hands slid down my thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between my legs. I felt his breath ghost over my pussy, and my clit twitched in anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers dipping into my folds. “So ready for me.”

I panted, my hips bucking slightly as he teased me, his fingers circling my clit but never quite touching it. “Please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “I need you.”

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound, and then his mouth descended on me. His tongue was hot and wet, lapping at my pussy with a hunger that made me cry out. He ate me like he was starving, his tongue flicking and thrusting, his lips sucking gently on my clit. I was a mess of moans and whimpers, my hands tangling in his hair as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

“Daniel,” I gasped, my body tightening as the orgasm built. “I’m—”

“Not yet,” he growled, pulling away. I whimpered in protest, but he silenced me with a kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he positioned himself between my legs. His cock nudged at my entrance, and I spread my legs wider, desperate for him to fill me.

He thrust into me in one smooth motion, his cock sinking deep into my wet, eager pussy. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that was both relentless and exquisite. “Fuck, Jane,” he groaned, his voice raw. “You feel so good.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound drowned out by our moans and the wet slap of skin on skin. His cock felt incredible, stretching me, filling me, and I knew I was close again, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice tight with need. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

His words were all it took. My body shattered, my pussy clenching around him as I screamed his name, my juices flooding around his dick. He followed me over the edge, his thrusts becoming frantic as he buried himself deep inside me, his cum shooting into me in hot, pulsing bursts.

We lay there for a moment, breathless and tangled together, his cock still buried inside me. Then, with a groan, he pulled out, his cum spilling from my pussy in a thick, creamy stream.

I watched, fascinated, as he leaned down, his tongue tracing the path of his cum down my thigh. He lapped it up greedily, his moans of satisfaction mingling with mine. It was filthy, raw, and unbelievably hot. I felt my clit throb as he continued, his tongue flicking and swirling, savoring every drop.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my hands resting on his head. “That’s so fucking hot.”

He looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. “Told you,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Tastes even better than I remembered.”

I laughed, a soft, breathless sound, as he kissed his way back up my body, his lips brushing against mine. “You’re insane,” I teased, my fingers threading through his hair.

“Maybe,” he admitted, smiling against my skin. “But you’re the one who let me do it.”

I pulled him closer, kissing him deeply, our tongues tangling as the taste of his cum lingered between us. It was dirty, decadent, and utterly perfect. And as I lay there, in his arms, I knew this was just the beginning.

The Voyeur’s Secret

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I had always found my neighbor, Ben, incredibly attractive. It’s not every day you get to see a handsome young man like him living right next door. I first laid eyes on him when he was just a boy, and over the years, I watched him grow into a man, my interest in him growing alongside his physical transformation. It was hard not to notice the way his body had filled out, his broad shoulders and muscular frame a stark contrast to the skinny kid he once was. And now, at 18, he was a sight to behold.

That particular night, as I was getting ready for bed, something compelled me to glance out of my bedroom window. The moonlight illuminated Ben’s room, his curtains left open, providing me with a clear view of his private sanctuary. There he was, sitting at his desk, his attention seemingly fixed on something on his computer screen. I felt a tingle of excitement as I realized I had the perfect opportunity to indulge in my secret pleasure—watching him.

As I peered through the window, my breath caught in my throat when I noticed his hand moving slowly down towards his crotch. My eyes widened with anticipation as he began to rub himself through his pants, his face contorted in concentration. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my heart racing with the thrill of witnessing such an intimate act.

Then, in a bold move, Ben stood up and unzipped his pants. My mouth went dry as I saw him reach inside and pull out his cock. It was a beautiful sight—long, thick, and already semi-erect. I bit my lip, suppressing a gasp, as I realized this was the first time I had ever seen him like this. His youthful body, combined with that impressive manhood, was a heady combination.

With slow, deliberate movements, he removed his pants and underwear, revealing his naked form. My eyes feasted on the sight of his firm, round ass as he turned and lay down on his bed, his cock standing proudly erect between his thighs. I felt a familiar warmth between my legs as I watched him settle into a comfortable position, one hand resting on his stomach, the other beginning to stroke his length.

I couldn’t help but mimic his actions, my own hands moving to my breasts, caressing and pinching my nipples through the thin fabric of my nightgown. I imagined it was Ben’s strong hands on my body, his fingers teasing
my sensitive peaks. My other hand drifted down, sliding beneath the gown, finding the dampness that had already begun to pool between my thighs.

As I touched myself, my eyes remained fixed on Ben. He seemed lost in his own world, his hand moving in a steady rhythm up and down his shaft. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back, and a soft groan escaped his lips. I imagined the feel of his smooth skin under my fingers, the weight of his balls in my palm, and the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue.

I matched my pace to his, stroking my clit in time with his strokes. I could feel my orgasm building, my breath coming in short gasps as I pictured him thrusting into me, filling me with his youthful vigor. My mind was a blur of erotic thoughts as I watched his hand move faster, his body tensing with the effort. Suddenly, he arched his back, his hips lifting off the bed, and I knew he was close. I held my breath, my fingers working furiously, as I witnessed the first spurt of his release. His cum shot high into the air, a thick white stream that landed on his chest and stomach, painting his skin with its sticky warmth, followed by several more spurts.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. As I watched him climax, my own orgasm washed over me in powerful waves. My fingers worked my clit frantically as I came, my body trembling with the force of my release. I bit down on
my lip to muffle my cries, not wanting to disturb the peaceful night. After a few moments, I opened my eyes to see Ben still lying on his bed, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He reached for some tissues and began to clean himself, his movements slow and satisfied. Then, as if sensing my presence, he turned his head towards my window, his gaze locking with mine.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, we were frozen in time. I saw a mixture of emotions flash across his face—shock, embarrassment, and something else I couldn’t quite decipher. I knew he had caught me watching him, and I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks. Quickly, I mouthed the words, “Thank you,” my heart pounding in my chest.

Ben’s mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he simply nodded, a small, bashful smile playing on his lips. I returned the smile, my heart racing, and then, with a final lingering look, I closed my curtains, bringing an end to our silent, yet intensely intimate, encounter.

I lay in bed that night, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasm. I couldn’t believe what had just transpired between us. It was as if a silent understanding had passed between us in that brief moment of eye contact. I knew I had crossed a line, but the thrill of being caught only added to the excitement. As I drifted off to sleep, my mind filled with images of Ben’s naked body, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for us. Would he confront me about what he’d seen? Or would he, too, keep this secret, a shared moment of voyeuristic pleasure that would forever bind us together? I smiled to myself, my fingers lingering between my legs, as I imagined the possibilities that lay ahead.

Chocolate Laced Valentine

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I stood in my kitchen, a warm smile spreading across my face as I admired my handiwork. The countertop was lined with rows of exquisite chocolates, each one a tiny masterpiece. I had spent the entire day crafting these sweet treats, determined to create something special for Valentine’s day. Inspired by online videos, I wanted to impress my loved ones with my newfound candy-making skills. And judging by the array of chocolates before me, I had succeeded.

As I carefully arranged the chocolates, placing each one in its designated spot, I felt a sense of pride. The bonbons were a work of art, with various shapes, sizes, and decorations. Some were simple, with a single flavor, while others were more intricate, filled with creamy ganache or nutty pralines. I had even managed to create a few with delicate chocolate lace, a technique I had only recently mastered.

“Wow, Jane, these look incredible!”

I turned at the sound of my boyfriend’s voice, a grin forming on my lips as I saw Diego standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with admiration. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, and his gaze held a mischievous sparkle that I knew all too well.

“You should’ve seen me, Diego. I was like a master chocolatier! I even made some with those fancy chocolate laces. It was a bit tricky, but I nailed it!” I giggled, feeling a bit proud of my accomplishment.

“I bet you did, baby. You always were a talented baker.” He stepped closer, his eyes roaming over the chocolates with a mix of curiosity and desire. “I can’t wait to try them, but first…” He trailed off, a playful glint in his eyes.

Before I could question his intentions, Diego strode towards me, his movements purposeful. He reached for one of the squeeze bottles filled with melted chocolate, which I had been using to decorate the bonbons. I watched, intrigued, as he took the bottle and gave me a wink.

“Come on, let’s take this party to the bedroom,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

I felt a rush of excitement as he took my hand and led me out of the kitchen, the bottle of melted chocolate still in his grasp. My heart raced with anticipation, wondering what he had in mind. As we entered the bedroom, Diego gently pushed me onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of naughtiness. “I’ve seen it in movies, and I think it’s time we tried it ourselves.”

I arched an eyebrow, a playful smile playing on my lips. “Oh, really? And what exactly do you have in mind, Mr. Chocolatier?”

With a swift motion, Diego uncapped the squeeze bottle and held it over my body, his eyes fixed on my naked form. I lay there, my skin tingling with anticipation, as he began to drizzle the warm chocolate over my breasts. The sensation was incredible—the melted chocolate, still slightly warm, trickled down my skin, leaving a trail of sweetness in its wake.

“Oh, Diego,” I moaned, my body responding to the unexpected pleasure. “That feels amazing.”

He smiled, his eyes darkening with desire. “I thought you’d like it. But this is just the beginning.”

As he spoke, Diego leaned down, his tongue tracing the path of the chocolate, licking it off my skin with slow, deliberate strokes. The contrast of the warm chocolate and his cool tongue sent shivers down my spine. I arched my back, offering myself to him, my nipples hardening under his attentive licks.

“Mmm, you taste so sweet,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “But I think we can make it even sweeter.”

With that, he squeezed more chocolate onto my nipples, the warm liquid pooling and dripping down my breasts. The sensation was intensely arousing, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper. Diego’s eyes flickered with satisfaction as he took one hardened peak into his mouth, sucking and licking the chocolate away.

“Oh, god, that feels so good,” I gasped, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me. “Keep going, please.”

He obliged, lavishing attention on my other nipple, his tongue swirling and flicking, removing every trace of chocolate. I squirmed beneath him, my body on fire with desire. Diego’s hands roamed my body, caressing my curves, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Diego moved down my body, his lips trailing kisses along my stomach, until he reached my throbbing core. I was already wet, my arousal heightened by the chocolate play. He parted my thighs, his fingers gently stroking my sensitive folds.

“I want you to taste yourself, Jane,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “Taste how sweet you are.”

I felt a surge of boldness as I reached down, my fingers dipping into the pool of chocolate that had gathered at my entrance. I brought my fingers to my mouth, licking the sweet mixture, my eyes never leaving Diego’s. The taste was intoxicating—a blend of my own essence and the rich chocolate.

“Mmm, delicious,” I purred, my voice husky with desire.

Diego’s eyes smoldered as he watched me, his cock hardening beneath him. He squeezed more chocolate onto his length, the warm liquid dripping down his shaft. I couldn’t help but stare, my mouth watering at the sight.

“Suck it off, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Make it nice and clean.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I leaned forward, my lips wrapping around his chocolate-covered cock. The taste was divine—the sweetness of the chocolate combined with the salty flavor of his skin. I sucked and licked, my tongue swirling around his length, removing every trace of chocolate. Diego groaned, his hands tangling in my short blonde hair, guiding my movements.

“That’s it, baby, take it all,” he urged, his hips thrusting gently. “Suck my cock like the little minx you are.”

I reveled in the filthy talk, my pussy throbbing with need. I wanted to please him, to taste every inch of his hard flesh. I took him deep, my throat welcoming his length, my lips sliding up and down his shaft. Diego’s hands tightened in my hair, his breath coming in sharp gasps.

“Fuck, Jane, you’re incredible,” he groaned, his voice hoarse. “Keep going, I’m close.”

I redoubled my efforts, my mouth working feverishly, my tongue swirling and sucking. Diego’s hips bucked, his body tensing as he neared his climax. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, and I sucked harder, eager to taste his release.

With a hoarse cry, Diego came, his warm cum erupting into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, relishing the taste of him, his essence mixing with the lingering flavor of chocolate. He slumped back, his body spent, but his eyes still burning with desire.

“That was fucking amazing,” he panted, his gaze fixed on me. “I’ve never had a Valentine’s Day like this before.”

I smiled, my lips still glistening with his cum. “Neither have I. But I think we should make this a new tradition, don’t you?”

Diego laughed, his eyes sparkling. “Oh, I think that’s an excellent idea, my sweet chocolatier.”

And with that, we lay there, sated and content, the chocolates forgotten for the moment as we basked in the afterglow of our passionate encounter.

A Weekend to Remember

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I couldn’t believe my luck when I received the email notification. I, Jane, had won a weekend getaway at a luxurious resort in Blue Mountain, Ontario. It was the perfect opportunity for a much-needed break from my mundane daily routine. The only catch was that the prize was for two, and I was currently single. But I had the ideal person in mind to join me—my best friend, Christine. She was always up for a good time, and I knew she’d jump at the chance to spend a weekend away.

I immediately called Christine, and as expected, she was thrilled. We quickly made plans for the upcoming weekend, giggling like schoolgirls as we discussed what to pack and the potential adventures we’d embark on. Little did I know that this trip would turn out to be far more exciting than either of us could have imagined.

The day of our departure finally arrived, and we set off on the scenic drive to Blue Mountain, chatting non-stop along the way. As we approached the resort, its grandeur and beauty took our breath away. The main building was a stunning example of modern architecture, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the surrounding mountains.

We were warmly welcomed by the resort staff and shown to our room, which was spacious and elegantly furnished. The room had a cozy fireplace, a luxurious king-sized bed, and a private balcony overlooking the resort’s lush gardens. Christine and I exchanged excited glances, knowing that this weekend would be unforgettable.

After unpacking and freshening up, we decided to explore the resort’s facilities. We strolled through the grounds, admiring the meticulously maintained gardens and the sparkling outdoor pool. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the entire scene, making it even more enchanting.

As we walked towards the main building for dinner, we noticed a tall, handsome man with a warm smile and deep blue eyes. He was wearing a resort staff uniform, and we later learned that his name was Rob. He greeted us with a friendly “Good evening” and asked if we were enjoying our stay so far.

We struck up a conversation with Rob, who turned out to be incredibly charming and knowledgeable about the area. He recommended some local attractions and offered to book us a table at the resort’s finest restaurant. His kindness and attention made us feel special, and we couldn’t help but flirt playfully with him.

Over dinner, Christine and I indulged in delicious cuisine and fine wine, toasting to our friendship and this unexpected adventure. We laughed and reminisced about past escapades, our voices echoing in the elegant dining room. As the evening progressed, the atmosphere became more intimate, and we found ourselves sharing more personal stories with each other and Rob.

After dinner, Rob invited us to the resort’s lounge for a nightcap. We gladly accepted, eager to continue our captivating conversation. The lounge was dimly lit, creating a cozy ambiance. We settled into a plush sofa, and Rob returned with a bottle of champagne, explaining that it was a complimentary gift from the resort to ensure we had a memorable stay.

The three of us clinked our glasses, and the bubbles tickled my nose as I took a sip. The champagne was crisp and delicious, and it went straight to my head, enhancing the already electric atmosphere. We chatted and laughed, the conversation flowing effortlessly. Rob’s presence made the evening even more special, and I found myself stealing glances at his strong, muscular body beneath his uniform.

As the bottle emptied, the conversation took a flirtatious turn. Christine, always the bold one, leaned forward and whispered something in Rob’s ear, making him blush. I felt a warm tingle between my legs as I watched their playful interaction. The sexual tension in the air was palpable, and I knew that something extraordinary was about to unfold.

Without saying a word, Christine stood up and took Rob’s hand, leading him towards the private balcony adjoining the lounge. I followed, my heart racing with anticipation. The cool night air caressed my skin as we stepped outside, the garden lights casting a soft glow around us.

Christine turned to face Rob, her eyes sparkling with desire. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and washboard abs. I couldn’t help but reach out and run my fingers over his firm pecs, feeling the warmth of his skin. Rob let out a soft groan, his breath quickening as I teased his nipples with my fingertips.

Christine wasted no time and dropped to her knees, unbuckling Rob’s belt and unzipping his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and erect, the head glistening with pre-cum. She wrapped her full lips around his shaft, taking him deep into her mouth. Rob moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she sucked him with abandon.

I couldn’t resist joining in. I knelt beside Christine, my fingers gently caressing Rob’s balls as she continued to deepthroat his throbbing cock. He was rock hard, and I could feel his pulse quicken under my touch. I leaned in, kissing his inner thighs, teasing him with my breath, and then taking his balls into my mouth, gently sucking and licking them.

Rob’s hands gripped the balcony railing, his body treming with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, yes,” he whispered hoarsely. I smiled up at him, my blue eyes sparkling with mischief, and then turned my attention back to his cock. I took it into my mouth, sliding my lips down his shaft, tasting Christine’s saliva and his unique, musky flavor.

We took turns pleasuring him, our tongues and lips working in unison. Christine would lick and tease his balls while I sucked his cock, and then we’d switch, our hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of his hard, masculine frame.

Rob’s breathing became more labored, and his hips thrust forward, seeking release. I knew he was close, so I stood up and pressed my body against his, my breasts against his chest. I could feel his heart pounding against mine. Christine stood behind him, her hands cupping his heavy balls, gently massaging them.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered in his ear, my breath hot against his skin. With that, I turned around, presenting my bare ass to him. I had been so caught up in the moment that I’d forgotten about my dress, which now hung loosely around my waist, exposing my naked body.

Rob needed no further invitation. He positioned himself behind me, his hands grasping my hips. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my wet pussy, and then he thrust forward, filling me in one smooth motion. I gasped, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as his thick shaft stretched me, penetrating deep within me.

He began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm. I braced myself against the balcony railing, my hands gripping the cool metal as Rob pounded into me from behind. Christine stood to the side, her fingers working her pussy as she watched us, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Fuck me harder,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. Rob obliged, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he drove into me with increased urgency. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit with each powerful thrust, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the night air, mingling with our moans and gasps. Christine moved closer, her hand reaching out to pinch my nipples, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. Rob’s fingers found my clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked me, pushing me closer to the edge.

“I’m going to cum,” I whispered, my body tensing as the orgasm built within me. Rob’s fingers worked my clit faster, and I felt my pussy clench around his cock as I came, my juices flowing down his shaft. He grunted, his own release imminent, and with a final powerful thrust, he filled me with his hot cum.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, our hearts racing and our bodies tingling with post-orgasmic bliss. Christine joined us on the balcony floor, her body still trembling from her own climax. We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, catching our breath and reveling in the aftermath of our passionate encounter.

As we lay there, sated and satisfied, I realized that this weekend getaway had already exceeded my wildest expectations. And it was only the first night…

A Letter from the Past

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It had been a strange and unexpected turn of events that led me to this moment. I, Jane, never imagined that a simple act of helping my parents move would lead to such a life-altering discovery. At 37 years old, I thought my life was set in stone, but it seemed fate had other plans.

The sun shone brightly as I walked into my childhood home, now almost empty, with most of the furniture already transported to my parents’ new place. I felt a pang of nostalgia as I entered my old bedroom, the walls still painted in the soft pink shade I had chosen as a teenager. The room felt eerily quiet, devoid of the laughter and music that once filled it.

“Jane, dear, can you check behind the dresser? We think there might be some old magazines or books stuck there,” my mother called from the kitchen. I nodded and made my way towards the familiar piece of furniture. As I bent down to peer into the narrow space, my heart skipped a beat. There, tucked away for what seemed like an eternity, was a letter. It was addressed to me, the handwriting instantly recognizable.

“Mom, you won’t believe what I just found!” I yelled, my voice trembling with excitement. My mother rushed into the room, her eyes widening at the sight of the letter.

“Oh my, that must be from Michael. I remember finding it on the dresser and putting it with the other mail, but it must have slipped down the back. I always wondered why he never replied to your last letter,” she said, her voice filled with surprise and a hint of guilt.

Michael. The name sent a rush of emotions through my body. He was my first love, my high school sweetheart. We had been inseparable, sharing a deep connection that I thought would last forever. But one day, he simply disappeared, leaving me heartbroken and confused. I had written him a letter, pleading for an explanation, but never received a response. And now, after all these years, his letter to me had finally come to light.

My hands shook as I carefully opened the envelope, the paper yellowed with age. The familiar scent of his cologne seemed to waft from the pages, bringing back a flood of memories. I took a deep breath and began to read.

“My dearest Jane,

By the time you read this, I will be long gone. I know this may come as a shock, but I had to leave. It wasn’t because I didn’t love you, quite the contrary. My feelings for you were so intense that they scared me. I was young and foolish, and I thought the only way to protect my heart was to run. I’m sorry I didn’t have the courage to say goodbye in person.

I always carried your smile with me, the way your eyes lit up when you laughed. I missed the softness of your lips and the warmth of your embrace. I know I have no right to ask for anything, but if you’re reading this, please know that I never stopped thinking about you. If you still feel something for me, meet me at our secret spot by the old oak tree. I’ll be waiting.”

The letter ended abruptly, leaving me stunned. My mind raced with a million thoughts. Michael was alive, and he had never stopped loving me. But why did he leave? And why did he expect me to find this letter after all these years?

I looked up at my mother, who was watching me with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “I have to find him, Mom. I need to know why he left and why he never got my letter.”

She nodded, understanding the urgency in my voice. “I’ll help you track him down, Jane. After all these years, you deserve some answers.”

With my mother’s help, I began my search for Michael. It wasn’t easy, as he had moved several times over the years, but eventually, I found a lead. An old friend of his gave me an address, claiming Michael had settled down in a nearby town. My heart raced as I drove to the location, my mind filled with anticipation and nerves.

The address led me to a cozy cottage, surrounded by lush greenery. My hands trembled as I knocked on the door, half-expecting it to be a mistake. But then I heard footsteps, and the door swung open. There he was, Michael, looking older but still strikingly handsome. His jaw dropped in surprise, and for a moment, we just stood there, speechless.

“Jane?” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

“Michael,” I managed to reply, my voice cracking.

Without a word, he pulled me into a tight embrace, his strong arms wrapping around me. I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent, a mixture of musk and fresh laundry. He held me tightly, as if afraid I would disappear like he had all those years ago.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he murmured into my hair. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

I pulled back slightly, looking up into his deep brown eyes. “I found your letter. I never got it before. Why did you leave, Michael?”

He sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I was young and stupid, Jane. I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, that I’d only hurt you in the end. So, I ran, hoping to spare us both the pain. But I never stopped loving you. Not a day went by that I didn’t think of you.”

Tears stung my eyes as I listened to his words. “You should have talked to me, Michael. I would have understood. We could have worked things out.”

He nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I know, and I regret it every day. But I’m here now, and I want to make it up to you. Please, let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, awakening desires I thought I had buried long ago. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “I want that too, Michael. I never stopped loving you either.”

He wasted no time, pulling me into the house and kicking the door shut behind us. The urgency in his actions mirrored my own longing. We stumbled into the living room, our lips crashing together in a feverish kiss. Michael’s hands roamed over my body, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me.

I ran my fingers through his dark hair, now slightly peppered with gray, and pulled him closer. His tongue danced with mine, tasting sweet and familiar. I could feel his desire growing, his erection pressing against my stomach through our clothes.

With deft fingers, he unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lace bra and the perky breasts it barely contained. He groaned as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples. I arched into his touch, my breath coming in short gasps.

“God, I’ve missed these,” he whispered, his lips trailing kisses down my neck. “And I’ve missed this,” he added, his hand sliding down to cup my shaved pussy through my skirt.

I moaned, my knees growing weak as he teased my clit through the thin fabric. “Michael, please,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need.

He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through my body. “Patience, my love. I want to savor every moment.”

With that, he lifted me onto the nearby couch, his hands exploring my body with reverence. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, and slowly made his way down, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites. I squirmed beneath him, my body on fire with anticipation.

Michael’s lips found my breasts, suckling on my nipples, drawing them to tight peaks. I threaded my fingers through his hair, urging him on. He switched to the other breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

“Oh, Michael,” I moaned, my hips involuntarily thrusting upwards.

He chuckled against my skin, his warm breath fanning my nipple. “You like that, don’t you, my sweet Jane?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “Don’t stop.”

He obliged, his mouth working its magic, alternating between gentle sucking and teasing bites. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body yearning for more.

Michael’s hands traveled down my body, his fingers deftly unzipping my skirt and sliding it down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him, my eyes never leaving his intense gaze. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties, slowly sliding them down, revealing my glistening pussy.

“You’re so beautiful, Jane,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve dreamed of tasting you again.”

With that, he lowered his head, his tongue parting my folds in a slow, deliberate motion. I gasped as his warm mouth enveloped my clit, his tongue flicking and swirling, driving me wild. He sucked and licked, his fingers delving into my wetness, stroking my G-spot with expert precision.

“Oh yes, right there,” I moaned, my hands gripping the couch cushions. “Michael, I’m so close.”

He increased the pace, his tongue working in perfect harmony with his fingers. I could feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure about to crash over me.

“Come for me, Jane,” he growled, his voice deep and commanding. “Let me taste your sweet release.”

His words were all it took to send me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Michael continued to lap at my sensitive flesh, milking every last drop of my orgasm.

As my tremors subsided, he slowly made his way back up my body, leaving a trail of kisses. “I’ve missed the taste of you, my love,” he murmured, his eyes smoldering with desire.

I smiled, my heart overflowing with love and desire. “I’ve missed you too, Michael. Every single day.”

He positioned himself between my thighs, his hard cock pressing against my entrance. “I want to be inside you, Jane. I want to feel you around me.”

I nodded, my body still buzzing with post-orgasmic bliss. “Yes, Michael. Take me. I’m yours.”

With one swift thrust, he filled me, his length stretching me deliciously. I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. Michael began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm, his cock hitting all the right spots.

“You feel so good, Jane,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. “So tight, so wet.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Faster, Michael. Please, harder.”

He obliged, his pace increasing, his cock slamming into me with delicious force. I could feel my second orgasm building, my body coiling tighter with each thrust.

“That’s it, my love. Come for me again,” he growled, his voice raw with desire.

His words, combined with the intense friction, sent me spiraling into another mind-blowing climax. I cried out his name, my nails digging into his back as my pussy clenched around his throbbing cock.

Michael followed soon after, his body tensing as he emptied himself deep inside me. He collapsed onto me, his breath ragged against my neck. “I love you, Jane. I’ve always loved you.”

I smiled, my heart overflowing with joy. “I love you too, Michael. And I always will.”

In that moment, I knew that our reunion was more than just physical. It was a rekindling of a love that had never truly died, a love that had survived the test of time and misunderstanding. As we lay entangled on the couch, our hearts beating as one, I knew that this time, we would never let each other go.