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The Neighbor’s Son

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I stood in my dimly lit living room, the curtains drawn to keep prying eyes at bay. The unmarked box sat on the coffee table, its contents now scattered across the plush carpet. Vibrators of various shapes and sizes lay beside dildos, their smooth surfaces glinting under the soft glow of the lamp. My heart raced as I picked up a sleek, silver bullet vibrator, its hum buzzing softly in my hand. I couldn’t shake the image of Shane, my neighbor’s son, from my mind. His rebellious smirk, his lean, muscular frame—he was the last person I expected to catch me in such a compromising position.

I had been so absorbed in my own pleasure, lost in the throes of orgasm, that I hadn’t heard the creak of the back door or the soft footsteps approaching. But there he was, standing in the doorway, his dark eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air crackled with tension as I stood there, half-naked, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire.

“Miss Meredith,” Shane finally said, his voice low and husky. “I, uh, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Shane, I—”

“It’s okay,” he cut in, stepping closer. “I won’t tell anyone.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. I felt a flush creep down my chest, settling between my thighs. Shane’s gaze lingered on the toys scattered around me, and I saw the hunger in his eyes. He wasn’t just a rebellious teenager; he was a man now, and he wanted me.

“You like these, huh?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

I nodded, unable to find my voice. Shane’s presence was intoxicating, his youthful energy filling the room. He knelt in front of me, his hands brushing against my thighs as he picked up a vibrator. “Mind if I watch?”

My breath hitched. “Shane, you shouldn’t—”

“I want to,” he insisted, his eyes locking onto mine. “Please.”

The word was a plea, a command, and a promise all at once. My resistance crumbled. I sank back onto the couch, my legs parting slightly as I gave him silent permission. Shane’s gaze devoured me, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. He sat cross-legged on the floor, his attention fixed on my body as I reached for the bullet vibrator again.

I pressed it against my clit, the vibrations sending shivers through me. Shane’s eyes darkened, his breath quickening as he watched me. I moaned softly, my fingers tracing patterns on my stomach, teasing the edge of my panties. “Do you like that?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“Yes,” I whispered, my cheeks burning. “Oh, yes.”

He leaned closer, his hand reaching out to brush against my thigh. “Let me help.”

Before I could protest, Shane’s fingers were sliding beneath the waistband of my panties, his touch electric against my sensitive skin. I gasped, my body arching toward him as he traced the curve of my hip. “Shane, what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” he replied, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’m making you feel good.”

His words sent a jolt of desire through me. I was a woman in her fifties, and here was this young man, barely out of his teens, touching me with a confidence that belied his age. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation of his fingers sliding between my folds, his touch firm yet gentle.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my head falling back against the couch. “Oh, Shane, yes.”

He grinned, his fingers delving deeper, his thumb pressing against my clit. The vibrator buzzed against my skin, the combination of his touch and the toy’s vibrations pushing me closer to the edge. I was drowning in pleasure, my body on fire as Shane explored me with a hunger that matched my own.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my collarbone. “Tell me, Mrs. Meredith.”

“I want you,” I gasped, my voice hoarse with need. “I want you to touch me, to make me feel good.”

Shane’s eyes flashed with triumph. He leaned forward, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the embrace.

He pulled back, his breath ragged as he trailed kisses down my neck, his hands roaming over my body. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my breast. “So fucking beautiful.”

His words sent a rush of heat through me. I was no longer just Meredith, the mature woman next door. I was his desire, his fantasy, and he was mine. Shane’s hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they pebbled beneath his touch. I arched into him, my moans filling the room as he lavished attention on my body.

“Do you want more?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

“Yes,” I whispered, my body trembling with anticipation. “Oh, yes.”

Shane reached for one of the dildos, a sleek, black one that seemed to pulse with promise. He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he guided the tip to my entrance. “Ready?”

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. Shane pushed the dildo inside me, slow and steady, his fingers curling around the base as he watched my reaction. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness of the toy stretching me in ways the vibrator couldn’t.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick with awe. “You’re so tight.”

I moaned, my hips rising to meet his movements as he began to thrust the dildo in and out of me. The rhythm was hypnotic, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my body. Shane leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered filthy words, his hands roaming over my skin.

“You like this, don’t you?” he growled. “You like being filled up by this big cock.”

“Yes,” I panted, my body on the brink of orgasm. “Oh, Shane, yes.”

He quickened his pace, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me with the dildo. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion—my moans, his grunts, the slick wetness of my body responding to his touch. I was teetering on the edge, my orgasm building with each thrust.

“Come for me,” Shane commanded, his voice a harsh whisper. “Let me see you come.”

His words were the final push I needed. My body convulsed, my cries echoing through the room as I surrendered to the most intense orgasm of my life. Shane watched, his eyes dark with desire, as my body shook with pleasure. When the last shudders subsided, he leaned forward, his lips pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.

“That was fucking amazing,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

I smiled, my heart still racing as I pulled him into a hug. “It was,” I agreed, my voice soft. “But Shane, we can’t—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, his fingers brushing against my lips. “Don’t think about it. Just feel.”

And so I did. I let go of my inhibitions, my worries, and my age. In that moment, I was just a woman, lost in the arms of a man who desired me, who made me feel alive. Shane’s lips found mine again, his kiss hungry and demanding. I responded with equal fervor, my hands roaming over his body as I explored him with the same passion he had shown me.

He stood, pulling me to my feet, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

I nodded, my body still buzzing with pleasure as I followed him down the hall. The bedroom was a blur of soft light and tangled sheets, the air thick with anticipation. Shane pushed me gently onto the bed, his eyes raking over my body with unbridled desire.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, his hands tracing the curves of my body. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

His words sent a rush of heat through me. I reached for him, my fingers tracing the contours of his chest as I pulled him closer. Shane’s lips crashed against mine, his kiss fierce and possessive. He moved with the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted, his hands roaming over my body with a hunger that left me breathless.

He pushed my legs apart, his fingers sliding between my thighs as he teased my already sensitive flesh. “You’re still wet,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Still ready for me.”

“Yes,” I whispered, my body arching toward him. “Oh, yes.”

Shane reached for another toy, a strap-on this time, the dildo thick and veined. My eyes widened as he fastened the straps around his waist, the sight of him wearing it sending a jolt of desire through me. “You like this?” he asked, his voice a challenge.

“Yes,” I breathed, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Oh, Shane, yes.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he guided the tip of the dildo to my entrance. “Ready for me?”

I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation. Shane thrust into me, slow and steady, the dildo filling me in a way that left me gasping for breath. He moved with a rhythm that was both tender and fierce, his hips snapping forward as he fucked me with a passion that matched my own.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so good.”

“Shane,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders as I met his thrusts. “Oh, Shane, don’t stop.”

He quickened his pace, his body moving with a primal urgency as he drove the dildo deep inside me. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion—the slick wetness of our bodies, the creak of the bed, our moans and cries echoing through the space.

“Come for me,” Shane commanded, his voice a harsh whisper. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”

His words were my undoing. My body convulsed, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave as I cried out his name. Shane followed, his body stiffening as he thrust one final time, his release echoing mine.

We lay tangled in the sheets, our breaths ragged as we came down from the high. Shane’s fingers traced patterns on my skin, his touch tender and reverent. “That was…” he began, his voice trailing off.

“Incredible,” I finished, my smile soft. “But Shane, we can’t—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, his lips brushing against my forehead. “Don’t think about it. Just feel.”

And so I did. I let go of my worries, my inhibitions, and my age. In that moment, I was just a woman, lost in the arms of a man who desired me, who made me feel alive. Shane’s lips found mine again, his kiss tender and sweet.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice soft. “For letting me be a part of this.”

I smiled, my heart full as I pulled him closer. “Thank you,” I replied, my voice just as soft. “For making me feel desired.”

We lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. The toys were still scattered around us, evidence of our passion, but in that moment, they were just props. What mattered was the connection between us, the forbidden desire that had brought us together.

As the night deepened, Shane’s breathing slowed, his body relaxing against mine. I stroked his hair, my heart full as I watched him sleep. What we had done was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning. Our secret encounters would continue, each one pushing the boundaries of our desire, each one reminding me that age was just a number, and passion knew no bounds.

The Leap of Faith

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Accidental Delivery

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I stood in my doorway, the box clutched in my hands, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity wash over me. It wasn’t my package—I’d realized that the moment I’d torn into the brown paper wrapping, only to find a collection of Tenga eggs nestled inside. My face flushed as I read the label: Brett Thompson. My neighbor. The box was clearly meant for him, not me. I should’ve checked the name first, but the delivery guy had been in such a hurry, and I’d assumed it was mine. Now, here I was, holding a box of sex toys for men, feeling like a complete idiot.

The Tenga eggs were unmistakable—their sleek, egg-shaped packaging was designed to be discreet, but there was no mistaking what they were for. I’d seen them online once, while scrolling through a late-night ad. They were supposed to be revolutionary, a new way for men to experience pleasure. I’d never given them much thought beyond that, but now, holding them in my hands, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of fascination and mortification.

Deciding the best course of action was to return the box, I stepped out of my apartment and made my way down the hallway to Brett’s door. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached. Brett and I had exchanged pleasantries in the hallway a few times, but we weren’t exactly close. He was a few years younger than me, with dark hair and a laid-back demeanor that always made me feel a bit flustered. I wasn’t sure how to explain this mix-up without sounding like a nosy neighbor or, worse, a pervert.

I set the box down on his doorstep, turning to leave before I could overthink it. But just as I took a step back, the door swung open, and there he was. Brett stood in the doorway, wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Oh!” I blurted, my voice higher than I intended. “I—I mean, this box was delivered to me by mistake. I just opened it and realized it’s yours. I’m so sorry.”

Brett’s confusion melted into a warm smile. “No worries,” he said, his voice deep and easygoing. “Mistakes happen. Thanks for bringing it over.”

I nodded, my cheeks still burning. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll just—”

“Wait,” he said, stepping aside and gesturing toward the open door. “Come on in for a second. I owe you one for this.”

My stomach flipped. I hadn’t planned on staying, but something in his tone—a mix of gratitude and something else I couldn’t quite place—made me hesitate. “Uh, sure,” I said, stepping inside. “Just for a minute.”

His apartment was surprisingly tidy, with bookshelves lining the walls and a guitar leaning against the couch. It smelled faintly of coffee and something woody, like sandalwood. Brett closed the door behind me and took the box from my hands, setting it on the coffee table.

“Tenga eggs, huh?” he said, glancing at the box. “I’ve heard they’re supposed to be pretty interesting. Thought I’d give them a try.”

I felt my face heat up again. “Oh, uh, right. Well, I didn’t mean to pry or anything. I just—”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he interrupted, flashing that easy smile again. “Actually, since you’ve seen them already, maybe you’d like to… watch?”

My breath caught in my throat. Watch? As in, watch him use one? My mind raced, my curiosity warring with my sense of propriety. This was Brett, my neighbor. A guy I barely knew. But there was something in his tone—a casual confidence that made the idea seem almost… natural.

“I—I mean, if you want,” I stammered, my heart pounding. “I’m just… curious, I guess.”

Brett’s smile widened, and he nodded, as if he’d expected this response. “Cool. Make yourself comfortable.”

I sat down on the edge of the couch, my hands twisting in my lap. Brett moved to the armchair across from me, opening the box and pulling out one of the Tenga eggs. It was smaller than I’d imagined, its smooth, egg-shaped exterior fitting perfectly in his hand. He tore open the packaging with a confident motion, revealing the soft, textured sleeve inside.

“So, how does this work?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Well,” he said, his eyes meeting mine, “you just slide it over your cock, and it does the rest.”

My cheeks flushed even deeper, but I couldn’t look away. Brett’s gaze was steady, unapologetic, as if he was simply explaining the weather. He shifted in his seat, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down just enough to reveal his boxers. My eyes darted to his lap, my heart racing.

“You sure you want to watch?” he asked, his voice low.

I nodded, unable to speak. This was insane. I was sitting in my neighbor’s apartment, about to watch him masturbate. But there was something about the way he carried himself—so unashamed, so confident—that made it feel almost… normal.

Brett slipped his hand into his boxers, his fingers brushing against his erection. My breath hitched as he pulled it out, his cock thick and already hardening. It was larger than I’d expected, the head flushed and veins prominent along its length. He gave me a slight smile, as if sensing my reaction, before turning his attention back to the Tenga egg.

He held the sleeve up, examining it for a moment, before slowly sliding it over his cock. The material stretched to accommodate him, the textured interior gripping him tightly. Brett let out a soft groan, his head falling back slightly as he began to move his hand up and down.

“Feels… good,” he murmured, his eyes closing for a moment before flicking back to me. “You like watching?”

I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning. “Y-yes,” I managed, my voice barely audible.

His smile grew, and he leaned back in the chair, his hand moving steadily. The Tenga egg glided over his cock, the friction creating a soft, wet sound that filled the room. I felt my pulse quicken, my thighs pressing together as I watched. This was intimate, raw, and yet there was something exhilarating about it. Brett wasn’t putting on a show—he was simply… being. And I was here, a witness to his pleasure.

“You ever use toys?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

I shook my head, my eyes glued to his hand. “N-no. Never.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, his hips beginning to rock slightly in time with his strokes. “Maybe you should. They can be… fun.”

I felt a jolt of heat between my legs at the thought. Fun. Yes, this was definitely fun. My nipples tightened under my shirt, and I shifted uncomfortably, aware of the dampness gathering in my panties.

Brett’s movements became more urgent, his breaths coming in short gasps. “Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes half-lidded. “This thing’s amazing.”

I couldn’t tear my gaze away. His cock was glistening with pre-cum, the Tenga egg sliding effortlessly over him. The sight was intoxicating, my body responding despite my best efforts to remain detached. I was wet, embarrassingly so, and my clit throbbed with a need I hadn’t felt in years.

“You like this, don’t you?” Brett asked, his voice low and teasing. “Watching me like this?”

I bit my lip, nodding mutely. My face was on fire, but I couldn’t deny it. This was turning me on in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

Brett’s hand sped up, his strokes becoming more frantic. “Fuck, I’m close,” he groaned, his muscles tensing. “You want to see me come?”

My breath caught at the question. Did I? Yes. God, yes. I nodded again, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Good,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Watch me, Mary Ellen. Watch me come for you.”

Those words—for you—sent a jolt of electricity through me. This wasn’t just about him anymore. It was about me, too. I leaned forward slightly, my eyes fixed on his cock as he stroked faster, the Tenga egg tightening around him with each movement.

“Fuck, yes,” he gasped, his body arching off the chair. “I’m—I’m coming.”

His cock twitched in the sleeve, and with a deep groan, he came. Thick streams of cum shot out, filling the Tenga egg and spilling over his hand. I watched, mesmerized, as he milked himself dry, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

When he finally stilled, he opened his eyes, meeting my gaze with a satisfied smile. “That was… impressive,” I managed, my voice shaky.

Brett laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made my stomach flutter. “Glad you enjoyed the show.”

I felt my face heat up again, but I couldn’t help but smile back. “I did,” I admitted, my voice soft. “Thank you.”

He nodded, pulling the Tenga egg off his cock and setting it aside. “Anytime,” he said, his eyes holding mine for a moment longer than necessary. “You’re welcome to watch again… if you want.”

My heart skipped a beat at the invitation. Did I want to? Yes. Absolutely. But this was enough for now. More than enough.

“I should go,” I said, standing up and smoothing my shirt. “But… thanks. For, uh, letting me watch.”

Brett stood as well, his jeans still unbuttoned. “No problem,” he said, walking me to the door. “Anytime you want to see more, just let me know.”

I felt a rush of heat at his words, my mind already imagining the possibilities. “I will,” I said, stepping into the hallway.

He smiled, closing the door behind me. As I walked back to my apartment, my body still buzzing with arousal, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. Brett had opened a door—both literally and metaphorically—and I wasn’t sure I could close it again.

Back in my apartment, I locked the door and leaned against it, my heart still racing. My panties were soaked, my clit aching with unfulfilled desire. I knew what I needed to do.

I walked to my bedroom, my fingers trembling as I unbuttoned my jeans. The image of Brett’s cock sliding in and out of the Tenga egg was burned into my mind, and I couldn’t resist the urge any longer. I slipped my hand into my panties, my fingers finding my wetness with ease.

Closing my eyes, I imagined Brett watching me, his gaze intense and approving. I began to touch myself, my fingers circling my clit as I replayed the scene in my mind. His groans, his movements, the way his body had tensed as he came—it all fueled my arousal.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my hips bucking into my hand. “Brett…”

My orgasm built slowly, a coil of tension tightening in my core. I imagined him there with me, his hand guiding mine, his voice urging me on. “Come for me, Mary Ellen,” I imagined him saying. “Let me see you come.”

With that thought, I fell over the edge. My body shook as my orgasm ripped through me, my juices coating my fingers. I cried out his name, my voice muffled by the pillow I’d bitten down on.

When I finally stilled, I lay there, breathless and sated. Brett’s invitation lingered in my mind, a promise of more to come. I knew this wasn’t the end—it was only the beginning. And as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

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.

Oral Indulgence: A Solo Pleasure Journey

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I had been feeling a little adventurous lately, craving something new and exciting to spice up my solo pleasure sessions. As a woman in her late thirties, I knew my body well and had explored many avenues of pleasure, but there was one particular fantasy I wanted to indulge in—oral sex. The thought of a skilled tongue lavishing attention on my most intimate parts sent shivers down my spine. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands and purchase a special toy designed to simulate this very act.

With a few clicks on my laptop, I found the perfect device—a sleek, discreet sex toy with soft, silicone lips and a flickering tongue that promised to deliver unparalleled pleasure. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it, so I placed the order immediately, eagerly anticipating its arrival.

A few days later, the package was discreetly delivered to my doorstep. My heart raced as I unboxed the toy, carefully unwrapping the layers of packaging to reveal the smooth, pink device. It was even more enticing than I had imagined, with a realistic-looking mouth and a flexible tongue that protruded invitingly. I couldn’t resist running my fingers over the soft silicone, imagining how it would feel against my sensitive skin.

Carrying the toy like a precious treasure, I made my way to my bedroom, a private sanctuary where I could fully indulge in my desires. The room was cozy and dimly lit, with soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the space. I kicked off my shoes and slipped out of my clothes, letting them fall to the floor as I reveled in the freedom of my naked body. My pale skin glowed in the candlelight, accentuating my lean, toned figure. I ran my hands through my fiery red hair, letting it cascade over my shoulders, framing my face and accentuating my bright blue eyes.

I climbed onto the bed, the soft sheets caressing my skin as I reclined against the plush pillows. I reached for a book of erotica from my bedside table, something to set the mood and ignite my imagination. Flipping through the pages, I found a steamy scene that perfectly matched my current fantasy.

As I read, my fingers trailed down my body, caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples until they hardened into taut peaks. I imagined a lover’s hands exploring my body, their touch sending waves of pleasure through me. With each stroke, my breath quickened, and my core grew wetter, anticipating the sensations to come.

Positioning the toy between my thighs, I guided the soft lips to my aching center, feeling the warm silicone press against my sensitive flesh. I spread my legs wider, granting the toy full access to my most intimate parts. With a flick of a switch, the tongue came to life, undulating and flicking against my clit with precision.

The sensation was electric. The toy’s tongue mimicked the real thing, licking and teasing my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I let out a soft moan, my head falling back into the pillows as I surrendered to the pleasure. The book forgotten in my hands, I focused solely on the sensations coursing through my body.

I rocked my hips, grinding against the toy as the tongue continued its relentless assault on my pleasure center. My fingers dug into the sheets, my body tensing as the first wave of orgasm built within me. I could feel my juices flowing, coating the toy’s lips as my body trembled on the brink of release.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

The toy’s tongue flicked faster, pushing me closer to the edge. My breath came in short gasps as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. My body arched off the bed, my back bowing as the orgasm claimed me, rippling through my core in waves of ecstasy. I cried out, my voice echoing off the bedroom walls as I came, my juices flowing freely, soaking the toy and my thighs.

But the toy didn’t let up, continuing its relentless stimulation. I was amazed at how quickly my body responded, recovering from the first climax to build towards another. I felt like a pressure valve, ready to explode with the slightest touch.

“Again,” I pleaded, my words a desperate command. “Make me come again.”

The toy obliged, its tongue working tirelessly, lapping at my sensitive clit as I writhed on the bed. My fingers tangled in my hair, pulling slightly as I sought to heighten the sensations. My body was a live wire, every touch, every sensation magnified tenfold.

The second orgasm hit me like a freight train, sending me spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. I screamed, my voice raw and unrestrained as my body convulsed, every muscle clenching and releasing in perfect harmony. My pussy clenched around the toy, milking it as if it were a real lover, desperate for every last drop of pleasure.

As the waves of ecstasy subsided, I lay there, breathless and sated. My body felt boneless, my limbs heavy as I basked in the afterglow of my intense orgasms. The toy still nestled between my thighs, its job complete for now.

I reached down to switch off the toy, my fingers trembling slightly from the aftermath of my pleasure. I placed it gently on the bedside table, knowing it would be there, ready to serve me again whenever the desire arose.

Smiling to myself, I realized that this toy had opened up a whole new world of pleasure for me. I couldn’t wait to explore further, to discover new heights of ecstasy and fulfill my deepest fantasies. For now, I lay content, my body buzzing with satisfaction, ready to drift into a well-deserved slumber, dreaming of the erotic adventures yet to come.

Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a journey that would push the boundaries of my pleasure and unlock the full potential of my sexual appetite.