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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.

Steamy Sauna Encounter

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A male patient of mine related this tale of his when he recently visited a gym. He was feeling guilt over this impromptu same sex encounter.

I stepped into the sauna, my muscles still warm and tingling from the intense workout. The steam enveloped me, a welcome relief after the strenuous exercise. I was alone, or so I thought, until I heard a soft groan from the corner of the room. My curiosity piqued, I moved closer, and that’s when I saw him.

Ted, a regular at the gym, was sprawled on the wooden bench, his muscular body glistening with sweat. But it wasn’t just the heat that had him in such a state. His eyes were closed, and his hand was wrapped tightly around his thick cock, stroking it with slow, deliberate movements. I watched, transfixed, as his fist pumped up and down, his breathing becoming more labored with each stroke.

I should have turned away, given him his privacy, but something about the raw, primal act of self-pleasure captivated me. My own cock began to stir, hardening at the sight of this stranger’s passion. I cleared my throat, not wanting to startle him, but also not wanting to leave.

“Oh, hey, Lorenzo,” Ted said, his voice raspy and filled with desire. He didn’t stop his actions, but his eyes opened, taking in my presence. “Didn’t expect anyone else here.”

I felt my face flush, unsure of what to say. I was Lorenzo, his gym buddy, and we had often worked out together, but this was a side of him I’d never seen before. “I… I thought I’d relax here for a bit,” I managed to stammer.

Ted smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well, you’re welcome to stay, Lorenzo. Don’t mind me, just finishing what I started.” He gave his cock a few more vigorous strokes, and I could see the veins throbbing beneath the taut skin.

My mouth went dry as I realized I didn’t want to leave. The sight of Ted’s hand moving up and down his shaft, his fingers gripping the thick base, was too enticing. I took a step closer, my gaze locked on his cock, now glistening with pre-cum.

“You like what you see?” Ted asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, unable to form words. My cock was throbbing, straining against the fabric of my shorts. I wanted to touch myself, to mimic Ted’s actions, but I hesitated, unsure of the boundaries.

Ted seemed to sense my hesitation. “Come on, Lorenzo,” he said, his voice laced with a seductive invitation. “Don’t be shy. We’re both grown men with needs. No one’s around to judge.”

His words broke the spell, and I found myself walking towards him, shedding my inhibitions with each step. I sat on the bench across from him, our knees almost touching, and without saying a word, I reached down and freed my aching cock from the confines of my shorts.

Ted’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of my erection, thick and veiny, already leaking pre-cum. “Damn, Lorenzo,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You’re packing some serious heat there.”

I felt a surge of pride at his words, and without thinking, I began to stroke my cock, my fist moving in a slow, steady rhythm. The sensation was electric, my hand gliding over the sensitive skin, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Ted’s eyes were fixed on my hand, watching as I pleasured myself. His own strokes had slowed, and he was now matching my pace, as if we were in some unspoken competition. The air was thick with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the wet, slick sounds of our hands on our cocks.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Ted breathed, his eyes never leaving my hand. “Seeing you jerk off like that… it’s driving me wild.”

His words spurred me on, and I quickened my pace, my fist flying up and down my shaft. I was close, so close, and I could see Ted was, too. His cock was a rigid column of flesh, the head swollen and purple, leaking a steady stream of precum.

“Let’s do something even hotter,” Ted suggested, his voice thick with desire. “Let’s rub our cocks together.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I leaned forward, my cock pointing towards his, and with a mutual understanding, we both angled our erections until the sensitive heads touched. A jolt of pleasure shot through me as our cocks made contact, the sensation unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

We began to move, our cocks sliding against each other, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Ted’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he reveled in the sensation. I matched his movements, our cocks sliding and rubbing, the wet sounds filling the sauna.

“Oh fuck, this is good,” Ted groaned, his hand reaching out to grasp my thigh, pulling me closer. “Your cock feels so damn good.”

I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on fire. The heat of the sauna, the steam, and the sight of Ted’s muscular body all contributed to the overwhelming sensations. I wanted more, needed more, and without thinking, I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth.

Ted let out a strangled cry, his hands gripping my shoulders as I took him deep, my lips sliding down the length of his shaft. I sucked and licked, my tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from his slit.

“Oh God, Lorenzo,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him. “Your mouth feels incredible.”

I was in a trance, my own cock forgotten as I focused on giving Ted pleasure. I sucked him with abandon, my lips and tongue working in unison, my hand stroking the base of his cock as I deep-throated him.

Ted’s hands tightened on my shoulders, his breathing becoming more rapid. “I’m close,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I’m gonna come, Lorenzo.”

His words spurred me on, and I sucked harder, my lips tightening around his shaft. I felt his cock twitch and throb in my mouth, and then with a guttural cry, he erupted, filling my mouth with his warm, thick cum. I swallowed, relishing the taste of him, as he pumped his load down my throat.

As Ted’s orgasm subsided, he pulled me towards him, our bodies pressing together, our cocks still slick with sweat and pre-cum. He kissed me then, his lips hungry and demanding, his tongue invading my mouth, tasting himself on my lips.

We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, our hearts racing. I looked into Ted’s eyes, seeing a mixture of passion and surprise. “That was…” he began, searching for words.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, my voice hoarse. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

Ted smiled, his hand reaching out to caress my cheek. “Me neither. But I’m glad we did. It was fucking hot.”

We sat there for a while, catching our breath, the steam cooling around us. I felt a sense of camaraderie, a bond forged through our shared experience. As we got up to leave, Ted turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Next time, we’ll take this to the showers,” he said, winking. “I have a feeling we’ve only just begun, Lorenzo.”

I couldn’t help but smile, already anticipating the next time our paths would cross in this steamy, erotic dance.

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.

Ava’s Erotic Exploration

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I had always been a bit of an adventurous soul when it came to my sexual experiences, but even I had my limits. At 54, I thought I had explored most of my desires, yet here I was, considering something entirely new.

My name is Ava, and I’m a psychologist by profession. I spend my days listening to people’s intimate problems, offering guidance and support. Little did my patients know that their therapist had a secret wild side. With my shoulder-length brown hair, hazel eyes, and a body that still turned heads, I felt confident in my sexuality. My C-cup breasts were a source of pride, and the glasses I wore only added to my allure, giving me an air of sophistication.

I had recently started seeing a man, let’s call him James. He was a charming and handsome gentleman, a few years younger than me, with an insatiable appetite for pleasure. Our relationship was purely physical, a mutual agreement to explore our desires without the complications of a deeper connection. James had a particular fetish, one that I had never encountered before, and it intrigued me. He loved to receive oral pleasure and would often speak of his previous encounters, where women would take him deep into their mouths, only for him to pull out at the last moment and release his pent-up passion all over their faces.

At first, I was taken aback by his confession. I had never let a man cum on my face before. It was a new territory for me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. But James was persistent, and there was something about his enthusiasm that excited me. He assured me that it was a thrilling experience, and the look of pleasure on a woman’s face as she was covered in his essence was something he adored.

As the weeks went by, the thought of indulging James’s fantasy began to occupy my mind more and more. I found myself imagining what it would be like to have his thick, warm load splashed across my features. I pictured his cock, hard and throbbing, as he pulled it out of my mouth, his eyes locked on mine, filled with anticipation. The idea of submitting to his desire, of giving him the ultimate pleasure, started to arouse me in ways I couldn’t ignore.

One Friday night, after a particularly intense session with a patient, I decided it was time to explore this new frontier. I called James, my voice husky with anticipation, and invited him over. He arrived at my place, a bottle of wine in hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he realized what I had in store for him.

I greeted him at the door, wearing a silk robe that barely contained my excitement. My nipples were already hard beneath the thin fabric, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing as he took in my appearance. We shared a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing, and I could taste the hint of wine on his breath.

“I think it’s time,” I whispered between kisses, my hands already roaming over his muscular body.

“Oh, Ava, I’ve been dreaming of this moment,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

Leading him to my bedroom, I ensured the mood was set perfectly. Soft candlelight flickered, casting sensual shadows on the walls, and the faint scent of jasmine filled the air. I lay back on the bed, my robe falling open, revealing my naked body. My breasts heaved with anticipation, and my pussy was already wet, glistening with arousal.

James stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes devouring me. He slowly undressed, revealing a toned physique. His cock sprang free, thick and erect, the head glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, eager to taste him.

“Come here, James,” I purred, patting the bed beside me. “Let me show you how much I’ve been thinking about this.”

He joined me on the bed, his body warm against mine. I reached for his cock, wrapping my hand around it, feeling its heat and hardness. I stroked him slowly, teasing the sensitive tip with my thumb, as I leaned in to kiss him again. Our tongues entwined, and I could taste the saltiness of his desire as he moaned into my mouth.

Breaking the kiss, I turned my attention to his shaft, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. James groaned, his hands threading through my hair, gently guiding me as I took more of him. I savored the feel of his length sliding between my lips, the taste of him growing stronger as I deep-throated him, my throat welcoming his girth.

I was in control, and I loved the power I held over him. I sucked and teased, taking him to the edge of ecstasy and then pulling back, only to start again. His breathing became ragged, and his hips began to thrust gently, seeking release. I looked up at him through my lashes, my eyes daring him to take what he wanted.

“Ava, I’m close,” he whispered, his voice strained. “I want to give you what you’ve been craving.”

I released his cock from my mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting us for a moment before breaking. I smiled, my hand still stroking his length, as I said, “I want you to paint my face, James. I want to feel your cum all over me.”

With that, I leaned forward and took him back into my mouth, sucking hard, my hand pumping the base of his shaft. James’s eyes rolled back as he surrendered to the pleasure. I could feel his cock twitching, a sure sign he was about to explode.

Suddenly, he pulled out, his hand gripping the base of his shaft tightly. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with anticipation, as he positioned himself above my face. With a groan, he released his hold, and I felt the first warm spurt of his cum land on my cheek, quickly followed by another on my chin. He aimed his throbbing cock, painting my face with his essence, each pulse of his cock delivering a thick, white offering.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. His cum was warm and sticky, covering my skin, dripping down my face, and pooling in the hollow of my throat. I could feel it sliding into my hair, and the scent of his release filled my nostrils, a primal aroma that only heightened my arousal.

James continued to decorate my face, his cock twitching as it delivered the last of his load. He then collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy, a satisfied smile on his face. I reached up, my fingers coated in his cum, and brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean, my eyes never leaving his.

“That was incredible,” he breathed, reaching out to stroke my cum-covered cheek. “I’ve never seen anything sexier.”

I giggled, the sound muffled by the cum on my face. “I think I’ve found a new favorite pastime, James. But I must say, it’s quite a mess.”

He laughed, leaning in to kiss me gently, his tongue playing with the cum on my lips. “Let me help you clean up, my beautiful Ava.”

We retreated to the bathroom, where James gently washed the cum from my face and hair, his touch tender and loving. As he dried my skin with a soft towel, I felt a sense of closeness and intimacy I hadn’t expected. Perhaps there was more to this man than just a sexual fetish.

That night, we made love passionately, our bodies entwined, exploring each other in new and exciting ways. James was attentive and gentle, ensuring my pleasure was paramount. As I lay in his arms afterward, I realized that sometimes, it’s the things we least expect that can bring us the most joy.

The next morning, I woke up to find James preparing breakfast in the kitchen, a sight that warmed my heart. As I joined him, he turned, a smile lighting up his face.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, kissing me softly. “How’s the face?”

I laughed, feeling a new sense of freedom and playfulness. “It’s clean, but I think I might just let you dirty it up again tonight.”

As we shared a playful breakfast, I knew that this was just the beginning of many more erotic adventures to come. James’s fetish had opened a new door for me, and I couldn’t wait to explore it further, one cum-covered face at a time.