Articles by Jane

Skating into Desire

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I had always been a bit of an adventure seeker, so when the idea of ice skating popped into my mind on a chilly winter evening, I couldn’t resist. I pulled on my favorite pair of skinny jeans, a snug black turtleneck, and a stylish wool coat, ready to embrace the cold. My name is Jane, and at 37, I still had a playful spirit and a love for the unexpected. With my short blonde hair tucked under a stylish beanie and my blue eyes sparkling with excitement, I set out for the local ice rink.

As I stepped onto the ice, the crisp air nipped at my cheeks, making them rosy. I loved the feeling of freedom that skating brought, the wind in my hair, and the sense of gliding effortlessly across the frozen surface. I weaved through the crowd, my blades cutting smoothly through the ice, my breath forming little clouds in the cold air.

That’s when I saw him. Andrew, a tall, handsome man with brown hair and deep blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. He was skating with effortless grace, his muscular build evident even through his thick winter jacket. I couldn’t help but notice the way his strong thighs powered each stroke, and my heart skipped a beat.

Our eyes locked for a moment, and I felt a jolt of electricity pass between us. He smiled, revealing a playful dimple in his cheek, and I found myself grinning back. There was an instant connection, a spark of attraction that ignited something deep within me.

As if drawn by an invisible force, I skated towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. I introduced myself, my voice slightly breathless from the cold and the thrill of the moment. “Hi, I’m Jane. You skate beautifully.”

“Andrew,” he replied, his voice deep and warm. “You’re pretty graceful yourself. First time here?”

I laughed, feeling an instant ease in his presence. “No, I’ve been coming here for years. But I’ve never seen you before. Are you new in town?”

Andrew nodded, his eyes never leaving my face. “Just moved here for work. I’m a bit of a nomad, always looking for the next adventure.” His words mirrored my own thoughts, and I felt an instant connection to this mysterious stranger.

We chatted as we skated, our conversation flowing as effortlessly as our movements on the ice. I learned that Andrew was a successful businessman, but he had a wild side, a love for taking risks, and a playful sense of humor. He made me laugh, and I felt a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the hot chocolate I’d been sipping earlier.

As the evening wore on, the rink began to empty, and the cold started to seep into our bones. Andrew suggested we grab a drink to warm up, and I eagerly agreed. We headed to a nearby café, the kind of cozy place with soft lighting and intimate corners.

Seated across from each other in a secluded booth, we ordered hot chocolate, the perfect remedy for the winter chill. Steam rose from the mugs, fogging up the glass, mirroring the steamy tension building between us. We talked and laughed, our knees occasionally brushing under the table, sending little sparks of desire through my body.

Andrew’s eyes held mine, his gaze intense and full of unspoken promises. “You know, Jane, I feel like I’ve known you forever,” he said, his voice low and husky. “There’s something about you that draws me in.”

I felt my cheeks flush, my pulse quickening. “I know the feeling,” I replied, my voice a little unsteady. “There’s a connection here, something special.”

He reached across the table, his strong fingers gently caressing the back of my hand. “I’d love to get to know you better, Jane. Away from prying eyes.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew I wanted the same.

Without a word, I stood, taking his hand and leading him out of the café. The night air was cold, but the heat between us was palpable. We walked in silence, our steps quickening as we sought a private place to explore this intense attraction.

Andrew guided me to a secluded spot in a nearby park, a hidden bench surrounded by tall trees. The moon cast a soft glow, providing just enough light to see the desire in each other’s eyes. Without hesitation, I straddled his lap, my legs wrapping around his waist, feeling his hardness pressing against me through our layers of clothing.

His hands roamed over my body, tracing the curves of my hips, the small of my back, and then up to cup my breasts through my turtleneck. I gasped as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, now hard peaks, straining against the fabric. “You’re incredible, Jane,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.

I moaned softly, tilting my head back to give him better access, my hands tangled in his hair. His lips trailed kisses along my jawline, down my neck, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I could feel his erection, thick and insistent, pressing against my core, and I rocked my hips, eager for more.

With a growl, Andrew stood, lifting me with him, never breaking our kiss. He pressed me against a tree, his body caging mine, his hands sliding under my coat, tugging at the hem of my turtleneck. I arched into him, desperate for his touch.

In one swift motion, he pulled my top over my head, baring my breasts to the cool night air. His mouth claimed one nipple, sucking and teasing, while his hand kneaded the other, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, my head thrown back, my breath coming in short gasps.

“You’re so responsive, Jane,” he murmured between kisses. “I love how you feel.” His hand traveled lower, sliding over my stomach, making me quiver with anticipation.

I reached for his belt, eager to free the hard length of him, to feel his flesh against mine. As I undid the buckle, he groaned, his lips finding mine again, his tongue mimicking the rhythm I longed for.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps startled us. We froze, our eyes wide, our breathing heavy. A group of teenagers walked past, laughing and talking loudly, oblivious to the erotic scene they had just interrupted.

Andrew pulled back, his eyes filled with desire and frustration. “We can’t do this here, Jane. But I need to feel you, now.”

I nodded, my heart pounding. “My place is just a few blocks away. We can continue this… conversation there.”

Without another word, we hurried through the park, our hands clasped tightly, the anticipation building with every step. The cold night air did little to cool our burning desire, and I couldn’t wait to get Andrew alone, to explore every inch of his body and satisfy the craving that had ignited so fiercely between us.

As we turned the corner onto my street, I quickened my pace, eager to reach my sanctuary of pleasure. Little did I know, the night had only just begun, and the adventures that awaited us would be beyond anything I had ever experienced before.

A Foot-tastic Encounter

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Jane strolled casually into the shoe store, her eyes scanning the shelves filled with countless footwear options. With her short blonde hair bouncing with each step and her bright blue eyes sparkling with excitement, she was the epitome of a fun-loving, bubbly woman in her prime. Her perky breasts moved gently beneath her tight tank top, hinting at the sensual delights hidden underneath. Jane had a knack for attracting attention, and today was no exception.

Among the staff, a particular man, Steve, couldn’t help but notice her. With his light brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a charming smile, he exuded a certain magnetism. Steve was a man in his late thirties, with a sharp wit and an intelligent mind. Little did Jane know, Steve’s interest in her went beyond her charming personality and stunning looks; it extended to her feet.

As Jane browsed the store, her fingers trailing along the colorful displays, Steve approached her with a warm smile. His heart raced as he admired her slender figure and the graceful way she moved.

“Hi there,” he greeted, his voice smooth and confident. “Can I help you find something special today?”

Jane turned, her pretty face lighting up with a smile. “Oh, hello! I’m just looking for some new sandals for the summer. Something that’ll make my feet look good, you know?” She giggled, her bubbly personality shining through.

Steve’s gaze briefly flickered to her feet, his heart skipping a beat. Her feet were petite and perfectly shaped, with delicate toes peeking out from beneath her cropped pants. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure. “I’d be delighted to assist you. I’m Steve, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m Jane.” She extended her hand, and as their fingers touched, a subtle spark of electricity seemed to pass between them.

Steve led Jane to the sandal section, his eyes discreetly admiring her graceful stride. “So, Jane, what kind of sandals are you looking for? Something casual or dressy?”

“Hmm, maybe something in between. I love showing off my pedicure, but I also want to be comfortable.” Jane sat on a nearby stool, crossing her legs casually, unaware of the effect her exposed feet had on Steve.

As Steve knelt down to fetch a few boxes, his eyes feasted on the sight of her bare feet. Her toes were perfectly manicured, the polish a vibrant shade of red, and her soles were smooth and soft. He fought the urge to reach out and touch them, knowing it would be inappropriate.

“Here are a few options,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. He placed the boxes in front of her, his fingers brushing against her ankle as he did so. Jane’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

“Oh, these are lovely!” Jane exclaimed, picking up a pair of strappy sandals with a modest heel. She slipped them on, her feet sliding into the soft leather, and stood up to admire them in the mirror. “What do you think, Steve?”

Steve’s eyes traveled up her legs, his gaze lingering on her feet as she wiggled her toes in the new sandals. “They look incredible on you, Jane. Your feet are… well, they’re absolutely stunning.” His words tumbled out, revealing more than he intended.

Jane’s cheeks flushed with pleasure, and she giggled. “Why thank you, Steve. I do love a good compliment. And I must say, you have an eye for detail.” She leaned closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I bet you notice all sorts of things about people, don’t you?”

Steve felt his face heat up, knowing he couldn’t hide his interest any longer. “Well, I guess I have a… particular appreciation for certain things,” he admitted, his voice low. “And your feet… they’re just…”

Jane’s eyes widened in realization, and a playful smile curved her lips. “Oh, Steve, are you a foot guy? Is that why you work here?”

Steve nodded, a mixture of relief and embarrassment washing over him. “I guess you could say that. I’ve always had a thing for feet, and working here lets me indulge my passion.”

Jane’s laughter was infectious, and she placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch electric. “Well, Steve, I must say I’m intrigued. I’ve never met anyone with a foot fetish before. Tell me more.”

Steve’s heart raced as he found himself opening up to this captivating woman. “It’s more than just a fetish, Jane. Feet are beautiful, sensual, and so expressive. I love the way they look, feel, and taste.” He paused, his eyes searching hers. “And yours are simply exquisite.”

Jane’s breath caught in her throat, and she felt a tingle between her legs. She had never considered her feet to be particularly erotic, but Steve’s words were awakening something within her. “And what do you do with feet, Steve? I mean, besides selling shoes.”

Steve’s gaze darkened with desire as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I love to worship them, Jane. To kiss and caress every inch, to suck on those perfect toes, and to feel a woman’s pleasure through her feet.”

Jane’s mind reeled at the explicitness of his words, but she found herself wanting more. “And do you… do you like it when a woman returns the favor? You know, with her feet?”

Steve’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, absolutely. There’s nothing like the sensation of a woman’s feet on my cock, stroking and caressing until I explode.”

Jane’s heart was pounding, and she felt a warmth spreading between her thighs. She had always been adventurous in bed, and the idea of exploring this new realm of pleasure was tantalizing. “Well, Steve, I think I’d like to learn more about this foot fetish of yours. Maybe we could… continue this conversation over dinner?”

Steve’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t believe his luck. “I’d love to, Jane. I can show you just how amazing this can be.”

As Jane stood up, her feet slipping out of the sandals, Steve couldn’t resist any longer. He reached out and took her foot in his hands, gently massaging her arch, his touch sending shivers up her leg.

“Oh, Steve,” Jane breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned against the display shelf. “That feels incredible.”

Steve’s lips found her ankle, his kisses trailing up her calf, his tongue flicking out to taste the smooth skin. Jane moaned softly, her body responding to his touch.

“I want to show you so much more,” he murmured against her skin. “Let me take you out, Jane. Let me worship your feet the way they deserve.”

Jane opened her eyes, desire burning brightly within them. “I think I’d like that, Steve. I want to explore this with you.”

As they arranged to meet later that evening, Jane couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation. She had never imagined a simple trip to the shoe store would lead to such a tantalizing encounter. And as for Steve, he couldn’t wait to introduce Jane to the world of foot fetishism, where every touch, every kiss, and every caress would bring them both unimaginable pleasure.

The first chapter of their erotic journey had just begun, and already, the heat between them was palpable. Little did they know, the coming nights would be filled with toe-curling, foot-centric pleasures that would leave them both breathless and craving more.

The Landscaper’s Secret

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I stood by the window, my eyes locked onto the object of my secret desire—Diego. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow on his tanned skin as he skillfully maneuvered the lawnmower across my front yard. I couldn’t help but admire his every move, my heart fluttering with anticipation.

I had always found Diego, my landscaper, incredibly attractive. He was a few years older than me, a handsome Latino man with dark, seductive eyes and a charming smile. His muscular body glistened with sweat as he worked, the tight shirt clinging to his broad chest and arms, leaving little to the imagination. I knew it was inappropriate, but I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about him.

On this particular day, the heat was sweltering, and I could see the beads of sweat rolling down his face. His dark hair, usually neatly combed, was now sticking to his forehead, and I felt a sudden urge to offer him some relief. I watched as he paused to wipe his brow, his hands resting on his hips, and I made up my mind.

As Diego pushed the mower towards the side of the house, I quickly made my way downstairs, my heart racing with excitement. I opened the front door, the screen door creaking slightly, and stepped out onto the porch.

“Diego!” I called out, my voice slightly trembling. He looked up, his eyes meeting mine, and a look of surprise crossed his handsome face. “Hey, Jane,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “Is everything okay?”

I took a step forward, feeling a bit bolder. “Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to come in for a moment. It’s really hot out here, and I thought you might appreciate a cold drink and maybe a shower to cool off.” I bit my lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my bold invitation.

Diego’s eyes widened, and a playful smile spread across his face. “A shower, huh? That sounds amazing, especially after working under this scorching sun.” He switched off the mower and started walking towards me, his strong, confident stride making my knees weak. “I’d love to, but are you sure it’s okay?”

“Of course, it’s no problem at all,” I assured him, stepping aside to let him in. I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes briefly scanned my body as he passed, and I felt a rush of heat between my thighs.

As Diego entered the cool interior of my house, I closed the door behind him, my mind racing with anticipation. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll just go and get you a towel and show you the bathroom.” I turned and walked towards the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest.

In the bathroom, I grabbed a clean towel from the cabinet and paused, my hand resting on the doorknob. I took a deep breath, my mind filled with naughty thoughts. I knew it was wrong, but the temptation was too strong. With a swift motion, I opened the door, stepping back slightly to give him space.

Diego stood there, his back to me, as he removed his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular back. I bit my lip, my eyes trailing down to the waist of his jeans, my pulse quickening. Without warning, he turned, and my breath caught in my throat. He was completely naked, his erection prominent and impressive.

“Oh my,” I whispered, my eyes widening at the sight before me. Diego’s cock was thick and long, standing proudly, already glistening with pre-cum. I felt my cheeks flush, my pussy throbbing with desire.

“I… I didn’t realize you were in here,” he stammered, his eyes darting away, a hint of shyness in his voice.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. “It’s okay, Diego. I just… I wanted to bring you a towel.” I held up the towel, my hand shaking slightly. “But I can see you don’t need it just yet.” I took a step forward, my eyes locked onto his beautiful cock.

Diego’s gaze met mine, and I saw a mixture of desire and uncertainty in his dark eyes. “I… I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off, his voice hoarse.

“It’s okay,” I reassured him, taking another step closer. “I find it… fascinating.” I reached out, my fingers gently brushing against his shaft, feeling the warmth and hardness of his flesh.

He let out a sharp breath, his body tensing at my touch. “You… you shouldn’t,” he whispered, but his words held no conviction.

Ignoring his weak protest, I wrapped my hand around his thick cock, marveling at its size and the way it filled my palm. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like,” I confessed, stroking him slowly, feeling his lengthening and hardening even more in my grasp.

Diego’s breath quickened, his eyes closing as he surrendered to my touch. “Oh, Jane…” he groaned, his hips thrusting slightly, encouraging my strokes.

I knelt before him, my eyes never leaving his beautiful cock. “I want to taste you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. With a swift motion, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, my lips sliding down his length, my tongue swirling around the head.

He tasted salty and musky, and I moaned softly around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. I sucked him eagerly, my lips sliding up and down, my hand pumping the base of his shaft in rhythm with my mouth.

“Oh fuck, Jane,” Diego panted, his hands gripping my hair, his hips thrusting forward, driving his cock deeper into my throat. “Your mouth feels so good.”

I looked up at him, my eyes sparkling with lust, and he gazed down at me, his expression a mix of pleasure and surprise. I loved the way he responded to my touch, the way he surrendered to my mouth, his big, hard cock sliding in and out, stretching my lips and filling my mouth.

Withdrawing my mouth, I stood up, my hand still stroking his length. “I want more,” I whispered, my voice husky. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Diego’s eyes blazed with desire as he pulled me towards him, his hands roaming over my body, cupping my breasts through my shirt. “I want that too,” he said, his voice thick with need.

I kissed him passionately, our tongues dancing wildly as he backed me towards the sink, lifting me onto the counter. My hands worked frantically at his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, eager to free his throbbing cock.

As I pushed his jeans down his muscular thighs, his hard length sprang free, bobbing slightly with his heartbeat. I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to feel him inside me. I positioned myself, guiding his thick cock to my entrance, my pussy already dripping with anticipation.

With a gentle push, I impaled myself on his length, gasping as he filled me completely. Diego’s hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of my wetness, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of us.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck as he kissed and nibbled my sensitive skin.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, my nails digging into his broad shoulders. “Yes, Diego, fuck me,” I begged, my head thrown back, my breasts heaving with each thrust.

He pounded into me, his cock hitting my sweet spot with every stroke, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his hardness.

“I’m gonna cum, Jane,” he growled, his voice strained. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside me,” I panted, my nails scratching his back. “Fill me up with your hot cum.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Diego buried himself deep within me, his body shuddering as he released his load, filling me with his warmth. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me, my pussy pulsating around his pulsing cock.

As our breathing slowed, Diego rested his forehead against mine, his hands gently caressing my back. “That was incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

I smiled, my heart racing. “It was, and it’s just the beginning.” I leaned in and kissed him softly, my mind already spinning with ideas for our next encounter.

Little did Diego know, this was just the start of a steamy affair that would leave us both breathless and craving more.

Amusement Park Antics

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I remember years ago seeing a hot movie, it was called “Fear” with Mark Wahlberg and Reese Witherspoon and the boyfriend is a sexy psycho in the movie. There was a very hot scene in the movie on a rollercoaster, some of you may have seen it or recalled it if you’ve seen the movie. I’ll link the clip on Youtube at the end of this post, it’s one of the hottest movie scenes I’ve ever seen. I told my boyfriend at the time I wanted to try it after seeing the movie. Needless to say, real life didn’t go quite as smoothly as the scene in the movie.

He was nervous about getting caught and getting in trouble if we did. I was so excited to live out for real what I’d watched several times on the screen and gotten excited by. We went to an amusement park and got on the rollercoaster. I decided it would be easier if I didn’t wear panties under my mini skirt. So the ride starts and he slips his hand onto my thigh and it creeps up my thigh and finds my pussy. I was already semi wet from the anticipation of the moment. He was looking around to see if anyone was watching us, it didn’t seem anyone was paying attention to us. So I enjoy his fingers.

I could feel the tips of his fingers start to encircle my clit and he was moving them pretty fast. I grabbed his wrist and was really grinding his hand between my legs. Unlike in the movie though, I did not cum just as the ride was cresting the first drop, so I was still wriggling around frantically trying to cum as the coaster jerked us this way and that. It was hit, yet funny at the same time. I was trying so hard to cum before the end of the ride and he was doing his best with his fingers to help me. I swear to God there was likely less than thirty seconds left of the ride when I finally came and he got his hand out from under my skirt just as the ride was coming to a stop. We didn’t get caught.

It was not the easiest orgasm, and certainly not like in the movie. What ever is like in the movies? I thanked him for going along with my kind of ridiculous idea of trying to act out the scene in the movie. I wanted to make it up to him, so I led him to a pendulum ride that was shaped like a pirate ship. He was beginning to wonder what I had up my sleeve, but I didn’t want anything that was going to spin, or turn us upside down, back and forth was tame enough. So the ride starts and I slip my hand into his pants and start jerking him off. I rubbed the head of his cock with the pad of my thumb, smearing his precum around as I jerked him, to have the maximum hand job effect. The poor guy, he must have thought I lost my mind with all these crazy antics at the amusement park.

I tugged on his cock hard, stroking him up and down quickly to be finished by the time the ride ended. I knew if I really worked it, I’d get him to blow his load and he did. I have to admit, these amusement park orgasms for us both were certainly not the highest quality orgasms we ever had, but we both came, the job got done. Trying to cum while you’re being tossed about this way and that is not very easy, I assure you! That time I think someone might have seen us. I noticed when we got off the ride the girl in front of us was staring at us and whispering to her friend as we walked away. Maybe she’d looked back and seen me frantically tugging on his cock. I shouldn’t do such risky things, but sometimes the desire to do something overrides your common sense and you just do it and hope for the best. I think it might be awhile before he offers to take me to another amusement park again, unless I promise to be a good girl that is.

I can’t embed this, since it’s age restricted on Youtube, but it’s one of the hottest movie scenes I’ve ever seen, it’s only two and a half minutes long. You won’t be disappointed.