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The Leap of Faith

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unexpected Caller

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I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. The cursor blinked mockingly, waiting for me to input the payment details. My fingers hovered over the keypad, trembling slightly. It couldn’t be. But the address was right there, staring back at me in black and white. 123 Elm Street. Tommy’s place. My nineteen-year-old neighbor with the lazy grin and jeans that hugged his ass like a second skin. What the hell was he doing calling my phone sex line?

I’d started this whole thing as a last resort. Desperation had driven me to it. The bills were piling up, and my job at the bookstore wasn’t cutting it. I’d seen an ad online, promising easy money for women with “a voice that could seduce.” I’d laughed at first, but then I’d thought about it. I’d always been told I had a husky voice, a voice that could make men melt. Why not use it?

The training had been surprisingly thorough. They’d taught me how to modulate my tone, how to whisper fantasies into the void, how to make strangers on the other end of the line believe I was everything they’d ever wanted. I’d been good at it, too. Maybe too good.

But this… this was different. This was Tommy. The boy who mowed my lawn sometimes, the one who always flirted shamelessly, his eyes lingering on my cleavage a little too long. The one who made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years.

My finger twitched towards the “end call” button. I should hang up. Pretend this never happened. But curiosity, that damnable, insatiable curiosity, held me back. What did he want? What kind of fantasies did a boy like Tommy have?

Taking a deep breath, I steadied my voice. “Hello, darling,” I purred, my usual professional tone slipping into something more personal, more dangerous. “Tell me, what brings you to my line tonight?”

There was a pause, then a nervous chuckle. “Uh, hey. I didn’t think it’d actually be… someone like you.”

Someone like me? What did that mean? I bit my lip, a thrill coursing through me. “Someone like me? And what kind of someone is that, sweetheart?”

“Someone… experienced,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Someone who knows what she’s doing.”

Experienced. The word hung in the air between us, heavy with implication. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs. My silk robe fell open slightly, revealing a hint of lace. I wasn’t on camera, but the act of seduction was as much for me as it was for him.

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing,” I murmured, letting my voice drop to a sultry growl. “Now, tell me, what are you looking for tonight? What do you need from me?”

Another pause, longer this time. I could almost hear him squirming on the other end. “I… I want to be dominated,” he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. “I want you to tell me what to do.”

Dominated. Interesting. I’d played the role of the dominatrix before, but never with someone I knew. Never with someone so young, so close to home. The taboo of it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Is that so?” I drawled, letting a hint of amusement creep into my voice. “And what makes you think you can handle me, sweetheart? I’m not just any woman, you know.”

“I… I know,” he stammered. “That’s why I called. I’ve seen you, around the building. You’re… you’re beautiful. And I know you’re older, but that just makes it hotter. You’re so confident, so in control.”

Older. The word stung, but only for a moment. He was right, of course. I was older. But I was also experienced, and right now, that was a weapon I could wield with deadly precision.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, darling,” I purred, leaning forward, my breasts straining against the silk. “But talk is cheap. Are you ready to put your money where your mouth is?”

“Yes,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “Anything. Just tell me what to do.”

I smiled, a slow, predatory smile. This was going to be fun.

“Alright, Tommy,” I said, letting his name roll off my tongue like a promise. “First things first. I want you to stand up. Slowly. And tell me what you’re wearing.”

There was a rustling sound, then the creak of a chair. “I’m… I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt,” he said, his voice shaking slightly.

“Jeans, hmm?” I murmured, picturing him in my mind’s eye. “Tight ones, I hope. I like a man who takes care of his body.”

“They’re… they’re pretty tight,” he admitted, a hint of pride creeping into his voice.

“Good boy,” I cooed. “Now, I want you to unbutton your jeans. Slowly. And tell me how it feels.”

There was a long pause, then the sound of fabric sliding against skin. “It’s… it’s hot,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I can feel the air on my skin.”

“That’s it,” I encouraged, my voice low and hypnotic. “Let the air caress you. Imagine it’s my breath, teasing you, tantalizing you.”

“Oh God,” he moaned, his voice cracking. “That’s… that’s so hot.”

I smiled, a wicked gleam in my eye. This was too easy. Too delicious. “Now, Tommy, I want you to slide your hand inside your jeans. Slowly. And tell me what you feel.”

Another pause, then a sharp intake of breath. “I… I can feel myself,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… it’s hard.”

“Hard for me, darling?” I purred, leaning back in my chair, my robe falling open further, revealing the swell of my breasts. “Tell me, how hard are you?”

“So hard,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “I’ve never been this hard before.”

“Good boy,” I repeated, my voice dripping with approval. “Now, I want you to stroke yourself. Slowly. And tell me how it feels.”

The line went silent except for the sound of his ragged breathing. Then, “It’s… it’s amazing. I can feel my cock throbbing in my hand. It’s so big, so hard.”

“Big, hmm?” I murmured, a smile playing on my lips. “I like a man with a big cock. Makes me wonder what else you’ve got going for you.”

“I… I don’t know,” he panted, his voice desperate. “Just tell me what to do. I’ll do anything.”

Anything. The word hung in the air, heavy with possibility. I leaned forward, my breasts spilling out of my robe, my nipples tight with arousal. “Anything, hmm? Even if it’s a little… taboo?”

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Anything.”

I smiled, a slow, dangerous smile. “Alright, Tommy. Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to go to your window. The one that faces my apartment. And I want you to stroke yourself while you watch me.”

There was a sharp intake of breath, then a frantic, “You can see me?”

“Oh, I can see you,” I purred, standing up, my robe falling to the floor. I was naked now, my body on full display. “And I want you to watch me, too. Watch me touch myself while you touch yourself. Let’s see who can make the other one cum first.”

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, his voice breaking. “I’m already so close.”

“Not yet, darling,” I teased, walking towards my own window, the sheer curtains billowing slightly in the breeze. “We’re just getting started.”

I could see his silhouette now, a dark shape against the glass. He was stroking himself furiously, his movements desperate, needy. I smiled, a wicked gleam in my eye, and began to touch myself, my fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles around my clit.

Valentine’s Delivery Surprise

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I had given up on the idea of finding love, especially on Valentine’s Day. At my age, 48, I knew the chances of meeting someone special were slim, so I decided to indulge in a little self-care instead. I ordered a delicious meal from a local restaurant, a fancy three-course dinner for one. It was my way of treating myself on a day that seemed to be all about couples.

As the snow began to fall outside, creating a romantic winter wonderland, I settled in for the evening, lighting a fire in the fireplace to chase away the chill. The soft crackling of the flames provided a cozy backdrop to my solo celebration. Little did I know that my quiet night was about to take an unexpected turn.

The doorbell rang, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere I had created. I opened the door to find a young man, probably in his early twenties, standing on my doorstep, his breath visible in the cold air. He was the delivery boy, holding a large bag containing my dinner. His handsome face was framed by messy brown hair, and his eyes sparkled with youthful energy.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, ma’am,” he said with a charming smile, his breath forming little clouds in the freezing temperature. “I’ve got your order here, and I promise it’s worth the wait.”

I couldn’t help but return his smile, feeling a little flutter in my stomach at the unexpected greeting. “Thank you, it’s certainly a welcome surprise on a night like this.” I stepped aside to let him in, already feeling a little warmer just from his presence.

He entered, brushing snow off his dark jacket, and I noticed his tall, lean frame and the way his jeans hugged his slender legs. “It’s really coming down out there,” he commented, looking back at the snow-covered street. “I’m glad I made it to you before the storm hit hard.”

“Indeed, it’s a blizzard now. Come, let me take your jacket and get you a warm drink. You must be freezing.” I led him to the kitchen, feeling a strange mix of maternal instinct and something more primal stirring within me. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, an electric current that made the air crackle.

As he sipped the hot coffee I offered, his eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of something there, a spark of desire that mirrored my own. “I’m Kate, by the way,” I said, my voice a little hoarse as I tried to hide my sudden nervousness.

“I’m Ethan,” he replied, his voice deep and smooth. “I’m a college student, doing deliveries for some extra cash. This is my last stop for the night.”

“Well, Ethan, I’m glad you’re here. It’s not often I get such a handsome visitor on Valentine’s Day.” I felt bold, saying those words, but something about this young man made me want to shed my inhibitions.

He laughed, a warm, infectious sound that filled the kitchen. “I’m glad I could be of service, Kate. And I must say, you’re not what I expected when I took this job.”

“Oh? And what did you expect?” I asked, leaning against the counter, feeling a playful smile tug at my lips.

“To be honest, I thought I’d be delivering to lonely hearts, maybe some older folks who wanted a nice dinner without the hassle of going out. I didn’t expect…” He trailed off, his gaze roaming over my body, taking in my shorter blonde hair, green eyes, and petite frame.

I felt a rush of heat at his words, knowing he found me attractive. “And what do you think now?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

Ethan’s eyes darkened, and he set his coffee mug down with a clatter. “I think you’re beautiful, Kate. And I’ve always had a thing for older women. There’s something so alluring about their experience, their confidence…” His voice trailed off as he stepped closer, his body invading my personal space in the most delicious way.

I could feel his warmth, his youthful energy, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. “And I’ve always had a soft spot for younger men,” I confessed, my heart pounding in my chest. “There’s something so invigorating about their passion, their hunger…”

Without another word, Ethan closed the distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that took my breath away. His mouth was warm and demanding, and I responded eagerly, my hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. His kiss was hungry, and I could taste the coffee on his tongue as he explored my mouth, sending shivers down my spine.

Breaking away, he trailed kisses down my neck, his hands roaming over my body, igniting a fire within me. I moaned softly, my head falling back as his lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re incredible, Kate,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me, but I also wanted to savor this moment, to tease and torment us both. “Let’s take this to the living room,” I suggested, my voice breathless. “I want to enjoy the fire while we make love.”

Ethan’s eyes lit up at my words, and he took my hand, leading me back to the fireplace. The flames danced, casting a warm glow over our bodies as we stood facing each other, the heat from the fire mirroring the heat between us.

I reached for the buttons of his shirt, my fingers deftly undoing them one by one, revealing his smooth, muscular chest. He was lean and fit, his skin taut over defined abs. I couldn’t resist running my hands over his chest, feeling the contours of his body, the ridges of his muscles.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his skin as I kissed my way down his chest, tasting the salt of his sweat.

Ethan groaned, his hands sliding down my back, cupping my ass through my dress. He lifted me onto the nearby couch, his mouth never leaving mine. I straddled his lap, feeling his hardness press against my core through our clothes, a delicious torture.

With nimble fingers, I unbuckled his belt, my hands sliding into his jeans, grasping his thick, throbbing cock. He was hard as steel, and I stroked him slowly, feeling his length twitch in my hand. “Oh, Kate,” he gasped, his head falling back as I pleasured him.

I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth, so I slid off his lap, kneeling before him. I unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his rigid shaft, and took him into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing fervor. I loved the way he filled my mouth, the way his taste and scent overwhelmed my senses.

Ethan’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding my movements as I deep-throated him, taking him as far as I could. I gagged slightly, my eyes watering, but I loved the sensation, the way it made me feel so deliciously used. He was calling me his filthy little cock-sucker, his dirty whore, and I loved every filthy word.

I sucked and licked, swirling my tongue around his head, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from his tip. I wanted to make him lose control, to feel him explode in my mouth. I quickened my pace, my hand pumping his shaft in time with my mouth, my lips sliding up and down his length.

“Oh fuck, Kate, I’m gonna cum!” Ethan cried out, his hips thrusting forward, his hands gripping my head, holding me in place as he erupted.

I took him deep, swallowing every thick rope of his hot cum, milking his shaft with my mouth and hand until he was spent. I savored the taste of him, the way his essence coated my tongue, and I looked up at him with a satisfied smile.

Ethan pulled me to my feet, his lips crashing against mine, kissing me fiercely. I could taste myself on his lips, a heady mix of his cum and my desire. He picked me up, his strong arms holding me effortlessly, and carried me to the soft rug in front of the fire.

Laying me down gently, he kissed his way down my body, his hands pushing my dress up, revealing my lace-clad thighs. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties, sliding them down my legs, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.

“You’re stunning, Kate,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my inner thigh, his breath tickling my sex. “I want to taste you, to make you cum with my mouth.”

I moaned, my back arching as he spread my legs wide, exposing my glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. He bent his head, his tongue flicking out to tease my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep into my folds, finding all the right spots.

I was on fire, my body trembling with need, my hands gripping the rug as he ate me with abandon. His fingers joined his mouth, one sliding inside me, curling and rubbing my G-spot, while his thumb circled my clit, sending me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh God, Ethan, I’m gonna cum!” I cried out, my hips bucking against his face, my orgasm building to an explosive peak.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, his fingers pounding into me, and I came undone, my body shaking with the force of my release. I screamed his name, my juices flooding his mouth, my legs trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

Ethan didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working me relentlessly, drawing out my orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. He wanted to taste all of me, to drink in my essence, and I was more than happy to oblige.

After my body stopped trembling, Ethan crawled up my body, his hard cock pressing against my wetness. He looked into my eyes, his gaze intense, and I nodded, giving him silent permission to take me.

He entered me slowly, his thick length stretching me, filling me in a way I hadn’t been filled in years. I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“You feel so good, Kate,” he groaned, his voice raw with desire. “So fucking tight and wet.”

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my hungry pussy. I matched his pace, my body rising to meet his, our skin slapping together as we fucked in front of the fire.

“Yes, Ethan, fuck me harder,” I begged, my nails digging into his back, leaving marks on his smooth skin. “Make me yours, claim my body.”

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his cock pounding into me, hitting all the right spots. I could feel my orgasm building again, my body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum again, baby,” I panted, my breath coming in short gasps. “Make me cum on your cock, fill me up.”

Ethan’s eyes rolled back as he pounded into me, his own release building. “I’m close too, Kate, so fucking close,” he grunted, his jaw clenched with effort.

I felt his cock swell inside me, his hot cum filling me, triggering my own orgasm. I screamed his name, my body convulsing around his shaft, milking him as he emptied himself into me.

We collapsed in a heap, our sweaty bodies entangled, our hearts racing. I looked into Ethan’s eyes, seeing the satisfaction and contentment mirrored in his gaze.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. “I never expected to spend Valentine’s Day like this.”

I smiled, my heart full. “Neither did I, but I’m certainly glad you delivered more than just my dinner.”

As the snow continued to fall outside, we lay there, sated and content, our bodies entwined, and I knew that this Valentine’s Day would be one I’d never forget.

The Secret Affair

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I should have known better than to snoop around like that. But curiosity got the better of me, and little did I know, that innocent peek would lead to a night of forbidden passion. It all started when I went to visit my old college friend, Brenda, for the weekend. She had invited me to stay over at her place, a cozy suburban home, to catch up on old times. As I settled into the guest room, I noticed the closet door was slightly ajar, and a thin ray of light was seeping through a crack in the paneling. Intrigued, I approached it, wondering if it was a hidden window or a crack in the wall.

As I moved closer, I realized the crack was just wide enough to provide a glimpse into the adjacent room—Max’s room, Brenda’s son. I felt a twinge of guilt, but my curiosity got the better of me. I peered through the crack, expecting to see an ordinary teenage boy’s room. But what I saw took my breath away.

Max, a tall, lanky 18-year-old with dark hair and a mischievous smile, was sitting at his desk, his computer screen glowing in the dimly lit room. At first, I thought he was doing homework, but as I watched, I realized he was watching something on his computer—something that had him completely engrossed.

My heart raced as I realized it was porn. Max was watching a video of a mature woman, a MILF, being seduced by a younger man. The woman’s moans filled the room, and Max’s eyes were glued to the screen. I felt a rush of excitement as I watched him, knowing I shouldn’t be spying on him like this, but unable to look away.

As the video reached its climax, Max’s hand moved to his crotch, and he began to stroke himself through his jeans. I could see the bulge growing, and my own body responded, my nipples hardening under my shirt. I bit my lip, feeling a strange mix of arousal and guilt. Max’s breathing became heavier, and he unzipped his pants, freeing his erect cock.

He started stroking himself, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. I watched, transfixed, as his long, slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, his thumb teasing the tip. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back in pleasure. I could see the muscles in his forearm flexing with each stroke, and my own hand unconsciously moved to my thigh, my fingers curling into the fabric of my pants.

Max’s moans filled the room, and I could see his face contort with pleasure. I imagined what it would be like to be the one touching him, to feel his hard cock in my hand. I bit my lip harder, trying to stifle my own moans as I watched him bring himself to the edge.

And then, it happened. Max’s body tensed, and he let out a low, guttural groan as he came. His hand moved faster, milking his cock as he shot his load onto his stomach and the desk. I watched, mesmerized, as his cum glistened in the dim light. My own breath was ragged, and I felt a throbbing between my legs, a wetness forming in my panties.

Max slumped back in his chair, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. I realized I had been holding my breath, too, and let out a quiet sigh. I felt a rush of adrenaline and guilt as I realized what I had just witnessed. I quickly stepped away from the closet, my heart pounding.

I spent the rest of the evening trying to act normal, chatting with Brenda over dinner and pretending everything was fine. But my mind kept drifting back to Max, and the image of him stroking his cock was burned into my memory. I couldn’t believe I had just watched my friend’s son masturbate, and the thought of it made me both excited and ashamed.

As the night wore on, I retired to the guest room, unable to shake the arousal that had been building since my clandestine viewing. I lay in bed, my body tingling with desire. I knew I should be sleeping, but my mind kept replaying the scene from earlier. I felt my hand drift down to my pussy, my fingers tracing the outline of my wetness through my panties.

I couldn’t help myself; I had to touch myself. I slid my hand inside my panties, my fingers immediately greeted by the warmth and wetness of my arousal. I moaned softly, my body craving release. I began to stroke my clit, my fingers moving in slow circles, imagining it was Max’s hand on me.

As I brought myself closer to the edge, I heard a soft creak from the door. My eyes flew open, and I froze, my hand still between my legs. There, in the doorway, stood Max, his eyes wide with surprise. I realized he must have heard my moans and come to investigate.

“Meredith?” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Are you okay?”

I was mortified, caught in the act by the very person I had been fantasizing about. I tried to pull my hand away, but it was too late. Max had seen everything.

“I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, my face flushing with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

Max took a step into the room, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I just… I heard noises and wanted to check on you.”

I could see the bulge in his pajama pants, and I knew he was aroused. The thought of him watching me touch myself sent a jolt of desire through my body. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I couldn’t deny the intense attraction I felt towards him.

“Come here,” I whispered, patting the bed beside me.

Max hesitated for a moment, then closed the door softly and approached the bed. I moved over, making room for him. He sat down, his body close to mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I kept thinking about what I saw earlier.”

Max’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in close, his breath warm on my neck. “Me too,” he murmured. “I couldn’t get the image of you out of my mind.”

I turned to face him, our lips inches apart. “Show me,” I whispered, my voice laced with desire.

Max’s hands found my waist, and he pulled me towards him, his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss was hungry, passionate, and I could taste the desire on his tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, our bodies pressing together.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring my curves through my thin nightgown. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his skin. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I want you,” he whispered, his voice raw with need.

I nodded, my heart pounding. “I want you, too.”

Max’s hands found the hem of my nightgown, and he lifted it over my head, revealing my naked body to his hungry gaze. I shivered as his eyes traveled over my breasts, my nipples already hard and aching. He cupped them in his hands, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, making me arch into his touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips finding my neck, his teeth gently grazing my skin.

I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his warm skin. I unbuttoned his pajama top, exposing his toned torso, and traced my fingers along the ridges of his abs. He sucked in a sharp breath as I lowered my hand, my fingers brushing the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

“Touch me,” he pleaded, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, my fingers already reaching for the drawstring of his pants. I tugged them down, revealing his hard cock, standing proudly, already glistening with pre-cum. I stroked him gently, my fingers wrapping around his length, feeling his throbbing veins.

“Oh, Meredith,” he groaned, his head falling back as I pumped my hand up and down his shaft.

I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth. I leaned down, taking the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, tasting his salty essence. He moaned, his hands threading through my hair, guiding my movements as I took more of him into my eager mouth.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he whispered, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take him deeper.

I sucked him eagerly, my hand stroking the base of his cock as I bobbed my head, taking him to the back of my throat. He was so hard, so thick, and I loved the way he filled my mouth. I could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm approached.

“I’m gonna come, Meredith,” he warned, his voice strained.

I pulled off his cock, my hand stroking him faster, wanting to see him lose control. He gripped the bedsheets, his body tensing, and then he exploded, his hot cum shooting onto my breasts, some landing on my face, the taste of him mixing with my own arousal.

“Oh, God,” he panted, his body trembling.

I smiled, licking his cum from my lips. “That was incredible.”

Max collapsed beside me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I snuggled up to him, my hand resting on his chest, feeling his heart racing.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his voice filled with both satisfaction and guilt.

I turned to face him, my finger tracing his jawline. “Why not? We’re both consenting adults.”

He shook his head. “You’re my mom’s friend. It’s just… complicated.”

I understood his concern, but I couldn’t deny the connection we had just shared. “It doesn’t have to be complicated,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him gently. “This can be our secret.”

Max smiled, his eyes filled with desire and uncertainty. “Our secret, huh?”

I nodded, my hand finding his cock again, already hardening at my touch. “And there’s no reason we can’t enjoy each other while we’re here.”

He groaned, pulling me closer, his lips finding mine once more. “I think I can agree to that.”

And so, in the quiet of the night, with the risk of being discovered by Brenda, we began a passionate affair, exploring each other’s bodies with a hunger that could not be denied.

The Wild Ride

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I stepped into The Tipsy Buffalo, the familiar sounds of honky-tonk music and lively chatter greeting me. It was a typical Friday night at my favorite country and western bar, a place that always made me feel right at home. The scent of beer and barbecue filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of cologne and perfume from the patrons. I was ready for a night to remember.

As I made my way through the crowd, my eyes scanned the room, taking in the rustic charm of the bar. The walls were adorned with stuffed buffalo heads, their glassy eyes staring blankly at the revelers below. A massive black bear stood tall in the corner, its glass cage doing little to diminish its imposing presence. The floor was covered in a layer of sawdust, giving the place an authentic, old-school vibe.

Tonight, however, there was something special going on. I had heard rumors that the bar was hosting a mechanical bull-riding competition for a few weeks, and I couldn’t wait to give it a try. Ever since I watched ‘Urban Cowboy’ as a young woman, I’d fantasized about riding one of those wild machines, feeling the thrill of staying atop while the world spun around me.

I approached the back area where the mechanical bull was set up, my heart fluttering with excitement. The machine was a beast, its plastic hide glistening under the colorful lights. A small crowd had already gathered, cheering on a young woman who was currently attempting to tame the bucking bronco. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a crop top, her blonde hair flying wildly as she struggled to maintain her balance.

I watched as the bull spun and bucked, its movements becoming more erratic with each passing second. The young rider clung on desperately, her face contorting with effort. Despite her best attempts, the bull eventually won, tossing her off with a final, triumphant jerk. She landed in the soft padding with a loud thud, her laughter filling the air as she accepted her defeat.

“Next rider, come on down!” the announcer called out, his voice booming over the speakers. “Who’s got the guts to take on the Wild Thing?”

I felt a surge of determination. I was no spring chicken, but I had always been athletic and loved a challenge. Besides, I had a secret weapon—my unyielding confidence and a healthy dose of sexual energy that I was ready to unleash.

I made my way to the registration desk, signing up for the competition with a smile. The attendant, a young man with a cowboy hat and a cheeky grin, raised an eyebrow at me.

“You sure about this, ma’am? It’s a tough ride, and we’ve had some strong folks thrown off already.”

I winked at him, my green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Honey, I’ve been riding all my life. Just you wait and see.”

With that, I made my way to the waiting area, my heart pounding with anticipation. I scanned the crowd, my eyes locking with a handsome man sitting at the bar. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his sun-kissed skin and rugged features marking him as a true country boy. His name was Travis, I later learned, and he was a regular at The Tipsy Buffalo.

Travis watched me with an intense gaze, his eyes taking in my curvy figure and the way my tight jeans hugged my shapely legs. My brown hair fell in loose waves around my shoulders, framing my pretty face. I caught him staring at my C-cup breasts, his eyes darkening with desire. I felt a thrill of excitement, knowing I had his attention.

As my turn approached, I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. The mechanical bull was a formidable opponent, and I wanted to put on a good show for Travis. I took a deep breath, centering myself, and stepped onto the platform.

The bull roared to life beneath me, its movements starting slow and gentle. I gripped the handle, my thighs clenching around the bull’s body, and began to move with it. The crowd cheered, their voices encouraging me to go on.

“Ride ’em, cowgirl!” someone shouted.

I smiled, feeling a surge of power as I matched the bull’s rhythm. I swayed my hips, grinding against the mechanical beast, my movements becoming more sensual as the ride progressed. I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me, but it was Travis’s gaze that truly fueled my performance.

As the bull’s movements intensified, so did my passion. I imagined Travis watching me, his eyes burning with desire as I rode the machine with abandon. I pictured him imagining himself in place of the bull, my body moving against his, and the thought sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

The bull bucked and spun, testing my balance and control. I held on tight, my hands gripping the handle as if my life depended on it. My breasts heaved with each movement, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my shirt. I could feel my pussy growing wet, the excitement of the ride and Travis’s hungry gaze combining to create a potent cocktail of desire.

“That’s it, baby! Show us what you’ve got!” a voice shouted from the crowd.

I let out a wild laugh, my inhibitions fading away. I was in my element, riding the bull with a fierce determination that surprised even me. I could see the surprise and admiration on Travis’s face, and it only fueled my fire.

As the ride neared its climax, I knew I had to give it my all. I threw my head back, my hair flying wildly as I arched my back, offering myself to the bull and the audience. I could feel the eyes of every man and woman in the bar on me, but it was Travis’s gaze that I sought, his approval that I craved.

With one final, dramatic buck, the ride came to an end. I held my position, my body still moving in time with the now-still bull. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their voices filling the bar with excitement.

“We have a winner, folks!” the announcer declared. “This lady just rode the Wild Thing like a true champion!”

I stepped off the bull, my legs a little shaky from the intense ride. I was greeted by a round of high-fives and congratulatory pats on the back as I made my way to the bar, where Travis was waiting.

“That was something else,” he said, his deep voice sending a tremor through me. “I’ve never seen anyone ride like that. You’ve got some serious skills, ma’am.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “Why thank you, kind sir. I do love a good ride, and that bull sure gave me a run for my money.”

Travis leaned closer, his breath warm on my neck. “I’d love to give you a different kind of ride, if you know what I mean.”

I laughed, feeling a delicious tingle between my thighs. “Why don’t we find out, cowboy? I’ve always had a soft spot for a man who can handle a wild woman.”

We left the bar together, the night air cool against our heated skin. Travis drove us to his place, a cozy cabin on the outskirts of town. The drive was filled with playful banter and subtle innuendos, our anticipation building with every passing mile.

As we stepped inside his cabin, the warmth of the fireplace enveloped us, casting a romantic glow over the rustic interior. Travis poured us each a glass of whiskey, and we sat on the couch, our bodies close but not yet touching.

“So, Madeline,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “Tell me, what makes a woman like you so damn good at riding?”

I took a sip of the smooth liquor, savoring the burn as it slid down my throat. “It’s all about finding the right rhythm, Travis. Feeling the power of the ride and letting it move through you. And of course, having a partner who knows how to handle you.”

Travis’s eyes smoldered with desire. “Well, I aim to please, ma’am. How about I show you what I can do?”

I set my glass aside and moved closer to him, my hand reaching for the buckle of his belt. “I’d like that very much, cowboy.”

With swift, practiced movements, I undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his hardening cock beneath. I stroked him through his boxers, feeling his length and thickness, and reveled in the power I held over this handsome man.

Travis groaned, his head falling back as I teased him. “Damn, woman, you sure know how to handle a man.”

I smiled, my fingers working their magic as I freed his thick shaft from its confines. “I’ve always had a way with men, Travis. But I think you might just be the one who tames this wild cowgirl.”

I lowered myself to my knees, my hands still stroking his length as I took him into my mouth. I sucked and licked, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his salty pre-cum as it leaked from the tip.

Travis’s hands gripped my hair, his hips thrusting gently as he encouraged me to take more of him. I moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through his body. I looked up at him, my green eyes locked with his, as I deep-throated him, taking him all the way to the base.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he gasped, his voice hoarse with desire. “Keep going, baby, I’m close.”

I obliged, my mouth working feverishly as I sucked and stroked him. I could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing in my mouth as he neared his climax. With a final, powerful thrust, Travis came, his hot cum shooting down my throat, filling my mouth with his essence.

I swallowed, savoring the taste of him, and continued to suck gently as his orgasm subsided. Travis pulled me up, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together as we shared the taste of his release.

“Damn, that was amazing,” he breathed, his hands roaming over my body. “But now it’s my turn to ride you, cowgirl.”

I laughed, my heart racing with excitement. “Oh, I’d love to see you try, cowboy. But I warn you, I might just buck you off.”

Travis stood, his strong hands guiding me to the bedroom. He stripped me of my clothes, his eyes feasting on my naked body. I stood before him, my breasts heaving, my pussy glistening with anticipation.

He pushed me onto the bed, his hands gripping my thighs as he spread my legs wide. I looked up at him, my eyes heavy with lust, as he positioned himself between my thighs.

“Hold on tight, cowgirl,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “This is gonna be one hell of a ride.”

With that, he thrust into me, filling me with his thick, hard cock. I gasped, my body arching to meet his as he began to move. His strokes were long and deep, his hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had me moaning and writhing beneath him.

“That’s it, baby, take it all,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. “Feel how good it is when I ride you.”

I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I matched his pace. Our bodies moved as one, our skin slick with sweat as we fucked with wild abandon. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy tightening around his cock as I neared the edge.

“Oh God, Travis, I’m gonna come,” I cried out, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Keep fucking me, please don’t stop!”

Travis grinned, his eyes dark with passion. “Not yet, baby. I want you to come all over my cock, milking me with that sweet pussy of yours.”

He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of my nipples as he sucked and nibbled, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, my hands gripping the sheets as I rode the crest of my orgasm.

“Yes, yes, YES!” I screamed, my body convulsing as my climax ripped through me. I could feel my pussy pulsating around his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Travis grunted, his own release building as he pounded into me with renewed fervor. “Fuck, I’m close, I’m so fucking close!”

I reached between us, my fingers finding his balls and gently squeezing as I rubbed his sensitive skin. “Come for me, cowboy,” I whispered. “Fill me up with your hot cum.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Travis came, his cock pulsating as he emptied himself deep inside me. I could feel his hot seed filling me, his body trembling as he rode out his orgasm.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entwined, our hearts still racing from the intensity of our passion. I turned to Travis, my hand reaching up to caress his cheek.

“That was incredible,” I whispered, my voice soft and breathless. “I’ve never been ridden like that before.”

Travis smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You were incredible, Madeline. I’ve never met a woman who could ride like you. You truly are a wild one.”

I laughed, feeling a sense of pride and fulfillment. “Well, I guess I just needed the right cowboy to bring out my wild side. And I think I found him tonight.”

We lay there for a while, our bodies entangled, our breath slowly returning to normal. I knew that this night would be one I’d never forget, and I couldn’t wait to see what other adventures lay ahead.

As I drifted off to sleep in Travis’s arms, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the mechanical bull that had brought us together. Sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of courage and a whole lot of desire to unlock the wildest of rides.