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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 Pussy Pleaser

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The city lights twinkled below, a dazzling spectacle that usually soothed my soul, but tonight, my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking about Leo.

It had been three weeks since our first date, and I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around him. Leo was… different. Not in a bad way, mind you, just… unexpected. He was shorter than I usually went for, with a wiry build and a mischievous grin that seemed permanently etched onto his face. But it was his confidence that had initially drawn me in. He had this air about him, like he knew something I didn’t, and it was both intriguing and infuriating.

Our first date had been a disaster, or so I thought. We’d met at a trendy cocktail bar, and I’d immediately felt out of place. The music was too loud, the crowd too young, and Leo… well, Leo had shown up in a pair of ripped jeans and a t-shirt that read “Tongue Fu Master.” I’d almost walked out right then and there, but something about his cocky smile had stopped me.

“You look like you’re about to bolt,” he’d said, sliding into the booth across from me. “Don’t. I promise I’m worth the trouble.”

I’d raised an eyebrow, taking in his disheveled appearance. “Big words for a guy who’s already striking out with his fashion choices.”

He’d laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Fashion’s overrated. It’s what’s underneath that counts.”

I’d rolled my eyes, but his words had lingered in my mind. What was underneath, indeed. As we’d talked, I’d discovered that Leo was a successful entrepreneur, having built a thriving online business from scratch. He was intelligent, witty, and had a passion for live music that rivaled my own. But it was his unapologetic love for pleasing women that had really caught my attention.

“I’m a giver,” he’d said, his eyes locking onto mine. “I live to make women feel good. It’s my superpower.”

I’d snorted, taking a sip of my cocktail. “That’s a bold claim. What’s your secret weapon?”

He’d leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “My tongue. I’m a fucking maestro with it. I can make a woman scream with just a few well-placed licks.”

I’d felt a flush creep up my neck, surprised by his bluntness. “That’s quite the boast. You must have a lot of… practice.”

He’d grinned, unfazed by my skepticism. “You could say that. But don’t just take my word for it. Give me a shot, Carol. Let me show you what I can do.”

I’d hesitated, torn between my initial impression of him and the undeniable spark that had ignited between us. In the end, curiosity had gotten the better of me. “Fine,” I’d said, meeting his gaze. “But if you’re all talk, I’m walking.”

He’d held up his hand, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Deal. But I’m warning you, once you go down this road, there’s no turning back.”

Little did I know how right he’d be.

As the weeks went by, Leo had proven himself to be a man of his word. He was attentive, charming, and had a knack for making me feel like the most desirable woman in the room. But it was his skills in the bedroom that had truly blown me away.

He’d started slow, taking his time to explore every inch of my body with his hands and mouth. His touch was gentle yet firm, his lips soft and insistent as he kissed his way down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower. I’d felt myself melting into the mattress, my breath coming in short gasps as he teased and tantalized me.

And then, his tongue. Oh, his tongue. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. He’d begun with soft, feather-light licks, tracing the outline of my lips, my jaw, my earlobes. I’d shivered, my skin prickling with anticipation as he slowly made his way downward.

His mouth had found my breasts, and I’d moaned, arching my back as he suckled and nipped at my hardened peaks. His tongue swirled and flicked, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through my body.

But it was when he’d finally reached my core that the real magic had begun. He’d spread my legs wide, his fingers gently parting my folds as he gazed up at me with a hunger that made my knees weak.

“You’re so beautiful,” he’d murmured, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “I’ve been dying to taste you.”

I’d felt a rush of desire, my clit throbbing with anticipation as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate path up my slit. I’d gasped, my head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over me.

His tongue was everywhere, lapping and sucking, flicking and probing, driving me wild with need. He’d found my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, teasing and tormenting me with his lips and teeth.

I’d cried out, my hips bucking as he worked his magic, his fingers sliding inside me, stretching me open as his tongue continued its relentless assault. It was too much, yet not nearly enough. I’d felt myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the force of my impending release.

“Leo, please,” I’d begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need you to fuck me.”

He’d chuckled, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive flesh. “Not yet, beautiful. I want to make you come with just my tongue. Let me show you what I can do.”

And he had. Over and over again. Each orgasm had been more intense than the last, crashing over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and boneless in its wake. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come, my body wracked with pleasure as Leo’s tongue worked its magic.

At one point, I’d felt myself hovering on the edge of consciousness, the pleasure so overwhelming that I’d thought I might faint. But Leo had been there, his strong arms holding me steady, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered words of encouragement.

“Let go, Carol,” he’d murmured. “Give in to it. I’ve got you.”

And I had. I’d surrendered to the sensation, my body convulsing as I’d screamed his name, my release flooding his mouth as he drank me in, his tongue never stopping, never slowing, until I was a quivering, sobbing mess.

In the aftermath, as I’d lain there, my body still buzzing with the echoes of my orgasms, Leo had smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “Told you I was good,” he’d said, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

I’d managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you were incredible.”

He’d kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “And you, my dear, were a delight. But we’re just getting started. I have so much more to show you.”

As I stood on that rooftop, the memory of that night sending a shiver down my spine, I knew that Leo was right. We were just getting started. And as much as I tried to deny it, I was hooked. Hooked on his charm, his confidence, and most of all, his tongue.

The thought of him sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I was a 42-year-old woman, a successful businesswoman with a taste for the finer things in life. I’d had my fair share of lovers, but none of them had ever made me feel the way Leo did.

With his mischievous grin, his quick wit, and his unparalleled skills in the bedroom, he’d managed to crack through my carefully constructed walls, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Because with Leo, I felt alive, desired, and most of all, satisfied.

I spotted him across the rooftop, his eyes locked onto mine. He was talking to a group of people, but his gaze never wavered, never faltered. It was like he was willing me to come to him, to surrender to the inevitable.

And I did. With a deep breath, I made my way through the crowd, my heart pounding in anticipation. Leo’s eyes lit up as I approached, his smile widening as he took my hand, pulling me into his embrace.

“There you are,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

I shivered, my body responding to his touch as he led me away from the crowd, towards a secluded corner of the rooftop. The city lights twinkled below, a dazzling backdrop to the passion that was about to unfold.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He chuckled, his hands roaming over my curves as he pressed me against the wall. “That’s the idea, beautiful. I want to be the only thing on your mind.”

His lips found mine, hungry and demanding, as his hands slid down to grasp my hips, pulling me tightly against him. I could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing into my thigh, and I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair as I surrendered to the moment.

His mouth trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin as he whispered dark, dirty promises in my ear. “I’m going to make you scream, Carol. I’m going to lick you, fuck you, until you can’t take anymore.”

I gasped, my body arching into his as his hands slid up my thighs, parting my legs as he dipped his head, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he devoured me, his tongue and lips working their magic, driving me wild with need.

The night air was cool against my skin, but Leo’s mouth was hot, his tongue a scorching brand as he lapped and sucked, his fingers sliding inside me, stretching me open as he feasted on my pussy. I was lost, drowning in a sea of pleasure, my body convulsing as I teetered on the edge of release.

I managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you were incredible.”

He kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “And you, my dear, were a delight. But we’re just getting started. I have so much more to show you.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew that he was right. We were just getting started. And as I looked into his eyes, I saw a glimpse of the future, a future filled with passion, pleasure, and most of all, Leo’s tongue.

As the night wore on, Leo and I explored every inch of each other’s bodies, our desires escalating with each touch, each kiss. He was a master of his craft, his tongue a weapon of mass seduction as he licked, sucked, and nipped his way across my skin.

I was putty in his hands, my body responding to his every whim as he guided me through a labyrinth of pleasure. He was gentle yet firm, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my veins as he teased and tantalized me.

At one point, he had me spread across the hood of his car, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth as he devoured me. His tongue was everywhere, lapping and sucking, his fingers sliding inside me as he drove me wild with need.

“Leo, I can’t take anymore,” I gasped, my body trembling on the edge of release.

He chuckled, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive flesh. “Oh, but you can, beautiful. You can take so much more.”

And he was right. As he continued his relentless assault, I felt myself spiraling out of control, my body convulsing as I screamed his name, my release flooding his mouth as he drank me in, his tongue never stopping, never slowing, until I was a quivering, sobbing mess.

In the aftermath, as I lay there, my body still buzzing with the echoes of my orgasms, Leo smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You’re amazing, Carol,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

I managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you make me feel amazing.”

He kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “That’s my job, beautiful. To make you feel desired, wanted, and most of all, satisfied.”

As we drove back to my place, the city lights twinkling in the distance, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. Leo had been true to his word, delivering on his promise of on-demand orgasms and unparalleled pleasure.

But as we pulled up to my building, I felt a twinge of uncertainty. What did this all mean? Were we just having fun, or was there something more?

Leo must have sensed my hesitation, because he turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine. “Carol, I know this might be moving fast, but I can’t help the way I feel about you. You’re incredible, and I want to be with you. All of you.”

I felt a lump form in my throat, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. “Leo, I… I don’t know what to say.”

He smiled, reaching out to take my hand. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know that I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As we sat there, our hands entwined, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Maybe, just maybe, I had found something special in Leo. Something that went beyond the physical, beyond the pleasure he brought me.

And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I was willing to take the risk, to see where this journey would lead. Because with Leo, I felt alive, desired, and most of all, loved.

As we got out of the car, Leo’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. “Ready for round two?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I shivered, my body responding to his touch as I smiled, meeting his gaze. “Always.”

And with that, we walked into the night, hand in hand, ready to face whatever lay ahead. Together.

The days that followed were a blur of passion and pleasure, each moment with Leo more intense than the last. He was a constant presence in my life, his tongue and hands working their magic as he devoured me, body and soul.

We explored every fantasy, every desire, pushing the boundaries of our passion as we discovered new heights of pleasure. Leo was a master of his craft, his skills in the bedroom unparalleled as he licked, sucked, and fucked his way into my heart.

But it wasn’t just about the physical. As we spent more time together, I found myself opening up to Leo, sharing my hopes, my dreams, and my fears. He was a patient listener, his words of encouragement and support giving me the strength to face my challenges head-on.

And through it all, his tongue remained his secret weapon, his mouth a source of endless pleasure as he brought me to orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense than the last.

One night, as we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies glistening with sweat, Leo turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Carol, I have a surprise for you.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He grinned, reaching under the bed to produce a small, velvet-lined box. “I know we’ve been taking things slow, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I want you to have this.”

I felt a rush of excitement as I opened the box, my eyes widening as I saw the sparkling diamond necklace nestled inside. “Leo, this is… incredible.”

He took the necklace from the box, his fingers trembling slightly as he fastened it around my neck. “It’s not just a necklace, Carol. It’s a symbol of my commitment to you. I want to be with you, to love you, and to pleasure you for as long as you’ll let me.”

Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes as I threw my arms around him, holding him tight. “Leo, I… I don’t know what to say.”

He smiled, his lips brushing against my ear. “You don’t have to say anything, beautiful. Just know that I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As we held each other, the diamond necklace sparkling in the dim light, I knew that I had found something special in Leo. Something that went beyond the physical, beyond the pleasure he brought me.

I had found love.

And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I was willing to take the risk, to see where this journey would lead. Because with Leo, I felt alive, desired, and most of all, loved.

The weeks turned into months, and our love continued to grow, fueled by passion, pleasure, and a deep sense of connection. Leo’s tongue remained his secret weapon, his mouth a source of endless delight as he brought me to new heights of ecstasy.

But it was the little things that truly made our relationship special. The way he’d surprise me with my favorite flowers, or cook me dinner after a long day at work. The way he’d listen to me, really listen, as I shared my thoughts and feelings.

And through it all, his love and devotion never wavered. He was my rock, my confidant, and my ultimate pleasure-giver.

One night, as we lay in each other’s arms, the city lights twinkling outside our window, Leo turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Carol, I have a proposition for you.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He grinned, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “I want to take you on a trip. Just you and me, somewhere exotic, where we can explore new fantasies, new desires.”

I felt a rush of excitement as I met his gaze. “That sounds incredible. Where do you want to go?”

His eyes sparkled with anticipation. “How about a private island, just off the coast of Thailand? We can spend our days lounging on the beach, and our nights exploring each other’s bodies, pushing the boundaries of our passion.”

I shivered, my body responding to his words as I smiled, throwing my arms around him. “I love it. When do we leave?”

He chuckled, his lips brushing against my ear. “As soon as you’re ready, beautiful. Because with you, I’m ready for anything.”

And with that, we began planning our adventure, our love and passion fueling our excitement as we anticipated the pleasures that lay ahead.

As the days turned into weeks, our anticipation grew, until finally, the day of our departure arrived. We boarded the plane, our hearts racing with excitement as we embarked on our journey to the private island.

The flight was long, but Leo’s touch, his kisses, and his whispered promises made the time fly by. We arrived on the island, the warm sun and gentle breeze a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Our villa was a luxurious oasis, nestled among the palm trees, with a private beach and a stunning view of the ocean. Leo had thought of everything, from the chilled champagne waiting for us, to the rose petals scattered across the bed.

As we explored our surroundings, Leo’s hand never left mine, his touch a constant reminder of his love and devotion. We spent our days lounging on the beach, swimming in the crystal-clear waters, and exploring the island’s hidden coves and secret waterfalls.

But it was the nights that truly came alive, as Leo’s tongue and hands worked their magic, bringing me to new heights of pleasure. We explored every fantasy, every desire, pushing the boundaries of our passion as we discovered new ways to pleasure each other.

One night, as we lay on the beach, the stars twinkling above us, Leo turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Carol, I have a special treat for you.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He grinned, reaching into his bag to produce a small, silk-lined box. “I know how much you love my tongue, so I thought I’d give you a little extra something to play with.”

I felt a rush of excitement as I opened the box, my eyes widening as I saw the sparkling diamond-encrusted vibrator nestled inside. “Leo, this is… incredible.”

He took the vibrator from the box, his fingers trembling slightly as he turned it on, the soft hum sending a shiver down my spine. “I want to use this on you, Carol. I want to make you scream, to push you to the edge and beyond.”

I shivered, my body responding to his words as I nodded, meeting his gaze. “I’m ready, Leo. Take me there.”

And he did. With the vibrator buzzing against my clit, Leo’s tongue and fingers worked their magic, bringing me to a mind-blowing orgasm that left me shaking and sobbing with pleasure.

As I lay there, my body still buzzing with the echoes of my release, Leo smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You’re amazing, Carol,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

I managed a weak smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “You… you make me feel amazing.”

He kissed me then, his lips soft and tender against mine. “That’s my job, beautiful. To make you feel desired, wanted, and most of all, satisfied.”

As our trip came to an end, I felt a sense of sadness wash over me. I didn’t want to leave this paradise, this world of pleasure and passion that Leo had created for us.

But as we boarded the plane, Leo’s hand never left mine, his touch a constant reminder of his love and devotion. We had created memories that would last a lifetime, and I knew that our love would only continue to grow, fueled by the passion and pleasure that we shared.

As we flew back to reality, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I had found my soulmate in Leo, my partner in pleasure and in life. And with him by my side, I knew that I could face anything, that I could take on the world.

Because with Leo, I was home.

A Tasting of Wine and Desire

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Kate stepped into The Tasty Tavern, a charming pub with a cozy, old-world ambiance. The warm glow of candlelit tables and the soft murmur of conversations welcomed her as she made her way to the wine tasting event. She had always been a wine enthusiast, and her curiosity about new flavors and blends had brought her here tonight. Little did she know that this evening would be a tantalizing journey of sensory delights, both in terms of wine and carnal pleasures.

As she approached the tasting area, a tall, dark-haired man caught her attention. He was in his early thirties, with a confident smile and a captivating presence. His deep blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he noticed Kate’s gaze. He was the wine expert, the one who had supplied the pub with an exquisite selection for the event. Kate felt a flutter in her stomach, a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

The wine expert, whose name was Ethan, greeted Kate warmly, his voice smooth and inviting. “Welcome to the tasting, Kate. I’m Ethan, and I’ll be your guide through this delightful journey of flavors.” His charm was undeniable, and Kate found herself drawn to his charismatic demeanor.

Ethan began by introducing the first wine, a crisp white from a local vineyard. As Kate took a sip, Ethan watched her closely, his eyes fixed on her lips as they wrapped around the glass. “Notice the subtle notes of citrus and the refreshing acidity,” he said, his voice low and sensual. “It’s a perfect wine for a hot summer day.”

Kate savored the wine, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat, and nodded in agreement. “It’s delightful,” she said, her green eyes sparkling with pleasure. “I love how it dances on my tongue.”

Ethan smiled, his gaze intense. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Now, let’s move on to something a little more complex.” He poured a deep red wine into her glass, its rich color shimmering in the candlelight. “This one is a bold Cabernet Sauvignon, aged to perfection. It’s a wine that demands your attention.”

Kate took a sip, and the full-bodied flavor exploded on her palate. It was like a warm embrace, leaving a lingering taste of dark berries and oak. “Oh, this is incredible,” she murmured, her eyes closing momentarily to savor the experience.

Ethan leaned closer, his breath tickling her ear. “I’m glad you like it. I chose this one especially for you. I thought it would suit your refined taste.” His words sent a shiver down Kate’s spine, and she felt a warmth between her thighs that had nothing to do with the wine.

As the evening progressed, Ethan guided Kate through a variety of wines, each more exquisite than the last. They laughed and chatted, sharing stories and a growing sense of connection. Kate was captivated by Ethan’s knowledge and his ability to make her feel like the only woman in the room. His attention was intoxicating, and she found herself wanting more.

When the event finally came to an end, Kate felt a pang of disappointment. She didn’t want the night to be over, not when she was having such a wonderful time. Sensing her reluctance, Ethan stepped closer, his eyes holding a promise of something more.

“I’d love to continue this conversation somewhere more private,” he said, his voice low and suggestive. “My place is just around the corner. I have a few rare vintages I’d like to share with you, if you’re interested.”

Kate’s heart raced at the invitation. She had never been one to shy away from adventure, especially when it came to attractive younger men. “I’d love to,” she replied, her voice steady despite the excitement coursing through her veins.

They left the pub, the cool night air a refreshing change after the warmth of the crowded room. As they walked, Kate felt Ethan’s hand brush against hers, and she couldn’t help but smile. His touch was electric, and she knew that the night was about to take an even more exciting turn.

Ethan’s apartment was a short walk away, located in a trendy neighborhood. The building was modern and stylish, a contrast to the quaint pub they had just left. As they stepped into the elevator, Kate felt a tingling anticipation building within her. She was eager to see what the night had in store.

Ethan’s place was a reflection of his refined taste—clean lines, warm lighting, and a collection of wine bottles displayed like works of art. Kate’s eyes widened as she took in the elegant space, feeling a thrill at the thought of what was to come.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Ethan said, his voice deep and inviting. “I’ll just grab a couple of special bottles from my collection.”

Kate settled onto a plush sofa, her heart pounding with anticipation. She watched as Ethan moved gracefully across the room, his muscles flexing beneath his fitted shirt. He was a man who clearly took care of himself, and Kate couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have those strong hands on her body.

Ethan returned with two bottles, one white and one red, and set them on the coffee table. “Now, let’s see if I can find the perfect glass for each of these,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

As he searched for the right glasses, Kate took the opportunity to admire his physique. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were accentuated by the way his shirt clung to his body. She felt a familiar warmth between her legs, a growing desire that she knew Ethan would soon satisfy.

Ethan returned with two elegant glasses and poured the white wine first. “This one is a rare Chardonnay, aged in oak barrels. It has a unique buttery texture and a hint of vanilla.”

Kate took a sip, the wine coating her tongue with its rich, creamy flavor. “It’s amazing,” she breathed, her eyes closing in pleasure.

Ethan sat beside her, his thigh brushing against hers. “I’m glad you like it. Now, let’s see if I can make it even better.”

Before Kate could respond, Ethan leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss. His mouth was warm and demanding, and Kate felt a rush of desire as his tongue slid against hers. She moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his dark hair.

Ethan’s kiss was insistent, his hands roaming over her body, exploring her curves. He cupped her small breasts through her dress, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. Kate arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.

Breaking the kiss, Ethan trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You taste incredible,” he murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.

Kate’s head fell back as Ethan’s lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, his tongue flicking and teasing. “Oh, Ethan,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. “Please…”

Ethan smiled against her skin, his hands sliding down to the hem of her dress. “I want to taste all of you, Kate. I want to make you feel incredible.” With that, he gently lifted her dress over her head, revealing her slender, naked body.

Kate shivered as the cool air caressed her skin, her small breasts with their rosy nipples standing proudly. Ethan’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her. “You’re breathtaking,” he said, his voice thick with admiration.

He guided Kate to the edge of the sofa, his hands gently pushing her back until she was lying down. Kate’s heart raced as she watched him kneel between her legs, his eyes fixed on her most intimate place.

“I love going down on women,” Ethan confessed, his voice husky. “And I plan on making you come over and over again.”

Kate’s breath caught in her throat as Ethan leaned forward, his warm breath tickling her sensitive folds. He parted her lips with his thumbs, exposing her glistening clit, and blew gently, sending a shiver of anticipation through her.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

With that, Ethan lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to trace her slit from bottom to top. Kate gasped, her body arching off the sofa as his tongue swirled around her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Ethan was a master of his craft, his tongue firm and skilled. He lapped at her folds, teasing her clit with quick flicks before sucking it gently between his lips, sending Kate spiraling towards ecstasy. She moaned, her hands gripping the sofa cushions as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth.

“Oh, Ethan, yes!” Kate cried out, her hips bucking against his face. “Don’t stop, please!”

Ethan chuckled against her, the vibrations sending her over the edge. Kate’s body shook as she came, her juices flowing freely as Ethan lapped them up eagerly. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm until she was left trembling and sated.

But Ethan wasn’t done yet. He wanted to take her on an even wilder ride. “I want to make you come again, Kate. This time, I want you to hold on as long as you can.”

Kate, still sensitive from her first climax, whimpered softly as Ethan began his sensual assault once more. His tongue was relentless, teasing and tormenting her clit, driving her to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to pull back and deny her release.

“Please, Ethan, let me come,” Kate begged, her voice hoarse. “I can’t take much more.”

“Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against her swollen folds. “I want to feel you tremble and beg for it.”

Ethan’s fingers joined his tongue, sliding into her wetness, stretching and filling her as he licked and sucked her clit. Kate’s body was a mass of sensations, her pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.

“I… I can’t hold on much longer,” she panted, her hands gripping his hair, urging him closer.

Ethan chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “That’s it, Kate. Come for me. Let it all out.”

With those words, he sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking wildly, and Kate’s body exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm. She cried out, her hips bucking wildly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Ethan held her through the storm of her release, his tongue and fingers never faltering, until she finally collapsed, spent and satisfied.

Kate lay on the sofa, her body tingling and her mind reeling from the intense pleasure. Ethan rose to his knees, his eyes dark with desire. “I love the taste of your pussy, Kate. I could eat you all night.”

Kate smiled, her body still buzzing with pleasure. “You’re incredible, Ethan. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

Ethan grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, the night’s still young, Kate. I have a feeling we’re just getting started.”

Kate’s heart raced at the thought of what else Ethan had in store for her. She had never felt so desired, so utterly consumed by passion. As she gazed up at him, she knew that this was just the beginning of a night that would leave her forever changed.