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A few years back I was at the adult toy store looking for something new to add to my ever growing toy collection. I soon found myself admiring the anal beads, at this time I had never done anal before. After looking over many different models, I happily chose a real beauty with 10 beads, and also picked up some anal lube too. I fantasized all the way home about how my first experience would Pendik Escort be, just me, the lube and the beads. I got home then went online to search for information about how to insert, the proper position for insertion. With my internet information, I was ready to begin.I quickly undressed, opened the anal lube and put some on my fingers and smeared it around Pendik Escort Bayan my rosebud. Then I put more lube on my middle finger and slowly inserted it into my rectum. Slowly moving my finger in and out, which was starting to feel very good.I took the beads out of the package and added lube to them too, the first was the size of a pea up to the biggest Escort Pendik one almost the size of a golf ball. I laid down on the bed on my side and touched the smallest one to my rosebud, with a gentle push, it went inside very easily. Slowly I pushed the second one in then the third. I was starting to feel pressure as the fourth one entered inside me. Six more to go, as it was getting a little harder to get them in. I grabbed the lube and added more so the fifth one could glide in, with a push of my middle finger it was in. The beads inside of me felt so good, and I only had four more to go. As I pushed number six in, I felt the muscle grab it and swallow it inside of me.

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I had spent the last few evenings in a perpetual state of arousal after spying on Victoria masturbating first in the bath and then again in her bedroom, I still had a slight feeling of guilt, I knew I shouldn’t have watched, but I just couldn’t help myself.I wanted to thank Vic for the pleasure she had given me, I had spent the last few days trying to think of a way. It was while I was imagining her watching the porn film of a woman masturbating that I finally came up with my idea.I dressed as sexily as I could, my underwear was a very skimpy set comprising of a lacy black thong, a matching bra, my nipples straining at the shear material, along with stockings and suspenders. I wore a wrap around black dress, to complete my outfit I was wearing crimson lipstick and matching nail varnish.I set my video camera up so it had a full view of my bed. I was still very nervous and apprehensive when I started the music.I entered the room, and swaying in time to the music, I run my hands over the material of my dress, touching my breasts, feeling my nipples hardening. My hands now running down over my stomach and down between my thighs. I bend over slightly, my hands continue down onto my stocking clad legs, I now raise my hands, pushing my dress up as my hands continue upwards, over my stocking tops and onto the bare skin of my thighs. My fingers tracing along my inner thighs, up to my lace panties, I run a finger along each side of my panties, up to the waistband and then I bring my hands together and move them down over my mound, Maltepe Escort feeling the heat from pussy.I look in the mirror at the foot of my bed, just above where I’ve positioned the camera, I notice that all that will be able to be seen is my raised dress, as I gently run my fingers over my mound, the material of my dress does move up slightly giving glimpses of my stocking tops and the pale skin of my upper thighs. The sight, even though I am watching myself, is highly arousing, I would be desperate to see more if I were watching.I remove my hands from under my dress and slowly undid the belt holding my dress together, the material falling away as I turned away from the camera, I wanted to tease Vic, to leave her begging for me to show her more.As the music continued I became a bit more confident, in my mind I was imagining Vic watching me, I imagined her touching herself as she watched me running my hands over every inch of my body.I knelt on the bed, my dress gaping wide open, I slowly let the dress fall off my arms on to the bed.I turn, still kneeling, so I’m facing the camera, my legs are spread apart. Looking in the mirror I watch as I run my hands up my stockings, over my thighs, I briefly run my hands over my covered mound, then move them up over my flat stomach and then up to my breasts. I can feel my heart beating as I slowly run my fingers over my sensitive nipples, hidden by my lacy bra.I now push the fingers of my right hand into the top of my bra, feeling the soft skin of Maltepe Escort Bayan my left breast, my fingers snaking down to my hard nipple. In the mirror I can see my fingers through the sheer material of my bra, my finger tips clearly defined by my crimson nail varnish.My left hand now drops down my body and I gently place it over my mound, the heel of my pussy, I extend my fingers, placing them above my slit, I slide my hand down, exerting a bit of force onto my pussy, my fingers trace between my thighs, right down between ,my legs. As I continue to rub my nipple I throw my head back.I continue rubbing between my spread thighs for a few moments, and then bring my hand back up to my breasts, reaching behind me, I deftly release the clip on my bra, I lean forward slightly and let the bra straps fall down my arms, my breasts released as the lacy cups fall away from my heaving breasts.My hands start to massage my flesh, fingers roving over my hot soft flesh, my nipples stiffening under the attention of my insistent fingers. I then start to pinch and squeeze my hard, sensitive nipples, pulling on them between thumb and forefinger.I gently lift one breast and leaning forward manage to suck my nipple in to my mouth, I run my tongue around my nipple, feeling it harden further, I continue to suck and kiss it, and then gently bite it, before finally kissing it again before releasing it. Looking in the mirror I can see my nipple has a sexy crimson lipstick mark around it.I then do the same Escort Maltepe with my other breast, kissing and sucking on my straining nipple, this time I run a hand back down between my thighs, over the lace material of my panties and rub myself slowly.After releasing my other breast I slide both hands down to my thighs and rub up and down bare thighs between my spread legs.Looking in the mirror, I watch myself, my hands rubbing my thighs, my breasts heaving, lipstick smeared nipples stiff. I imagine it’s Vic, her hands massaging her thighs, her pussy becoming wet.I raise my hands slightly, and start to rub my pussy through the material of my panties, this time with a bit more urgency, pushing the material into my slit.I watch in the mirror as I slowly slide a hand into the waistband of my panties, my fingers running through my sparse pubic hair, down over my mound feeling my hot sex, my other hand reaching behind me, running over my buttocks. I can see my scarlet fingertips sliding down my slit, my lips spreading slightly under my attention. I curl one finger slightly, feeling it at the entrance of my hot hole, applying a small amount of pressure, I slip one finger into my wanting sex.I bring my hand out of my panties, and bring it up to my mouth; I slowly lick my finger, tasting for the first time, my musky odour.With both hands I slide my fingers into the waistband and slowly edge my panties over my thighs, exposing my pussy to the camera, my lips slightly swollen and starting to spread. I slide the panties along my legs and discard them.I turn on the bed, so I am sitting my legs spread, exposing my slit to the camera. My fingers now head back to my mound, one hand rubbing up and down my slit, making my lips swell even more. I slowly insert one finger of my other hand into my hole, pushing it deep inside.

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She stepped out of the shower. A slight smile tugging at her mouth. It was Sunday and there was nothing pressing she had to do. Well not exactly true, she could feel her body pulsing. She had gotten a little carried away when shaving. It felt so good. As she dried herself, she ran the towel over her freshly shaved mound and moaned slightly. She was so sensitive. It felt so good. She slipped her fingers into her cleft. Feeling the slick wetness between her lips. Her hips bucked slightly as she grazed her clit with her thumb. She loved the feel of the smooth skin beneath her fingers. She could feel the slickness spreading. Running down and over her lips Ümraniye Escort before traveling onto her thighs. She quickly patted herself dry, needing so much more than a finger or two and moved into the bedroom. The bed was still unmade, the curtains drawn. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Her hands moved up to her breasts. Cupping them. Loving how they were so full they spilled out of her palms. She squeezed them gently then rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Loving the zing of pleasure that shot straight down to her core. Her nipples pebbled into tight little buds. So sensitive. Ümraniye Escort Bayan She increased the pressure of her fingers. The mix of pain pleasure so intense. Her one hand travelled down to waist. Then further to her mound. She stroked herself a little. Loving the smooth feel. Enjoying the tingles that raced to her core. She moved her hand lower. Lightly touching her swollen lips. She was already so wet. Her middle finger slipped into the crease between her lips. She ran it up and down. Delving deeper on each pass. She gasped as her finger brushed her clit. Already engorged and exposed from its hood. Escort Ümraniye She brought her other hand down and separated her lips. Needing to delve deeper. Needing to feel more. With her other hand she moved two fingers down and circled her opening. Once, twice, before pushing them inside her. She could feel her walls pulsate as her fingers moved deep into her. Contracting against her fingers as if trying to keep them there. She moved her fingers in and out, slowly twisting them as she withdrew them. On each withdrawal she moved them up and circled her clit. She loved the feeling of fullness and then the sparks. She was so wet. She could feel her juices running down her thighs. She moved her fingers back inside of her. Rubbing them against her bumpy sweet spot. The sensation was intense. Shocks of pleasure shooting through her. Her fingers becoming more and more drenched with each rotation.Her other fingers moved to her clit, still swollen and exposed.

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I wait, in the dark, silent and still. I wait with my eyes wide open, listening for the change in his breath to let me know he’s asleep. I think about you, also waiting. Only when I hear the gentle noise of relaxed sleep do I move. I make my way to the sofa, laptop clutched to my pounding chest. I send you a text to tell you to be on Skype. I log on and no sign of you. I’m naked, I had to be, my panties were already soaked from the anticipation. My pussy has ached all day. Every text you sent, every hushed phone call we’ve made, everytime my mind wandered, I felt my body react. I idly reach between my legs, shocked at how wet I already am. Then there you are, calling me. My nipples harden Kadıköy Escort and I move my still damp fingers to accept. You look perfect, sleepy and relaxed. We cant use mics, it’s too risky what if he hears me? What if she hears you? I’ll admit its awkward at first, all I want to do is finger my pussy and release this built up tension, but we text. I can see you smile when I say something amusing. I can see you thinking before answering my questions. Then you break and tell me you want me to cum. You must have seen it in my eyes. The urgent need to show you all of myself. I position the camera face on. I sit up, naked for you. I can see your eyes looking Kadıköy Escort Bayan me over. I hope you like what you see. My legs are closed, not wanting you to not fully see me yet. I don’t want you to see how my pussy is dripping its load all over the sofa. I dont want you to see how its moistened my thighs and how desperate I am. I take my hand and run it over my breasts, taking in a sharp breath as I pass my puffy pink nipples. It feels so good already. I slowly work down past my stomach and finally reach my shaved pussy mound. It’s no good, I can’t hide that this is going to be quick. I’ve needed this all day, all week, all my life. I Escort Kadıköy use my whole hand to rub my clit. It builds intensely. I move my legs apart to allow myself easier access. I see you inhale shaprly and I know you like this. I place a finger at my slit opening. I am so wet. I look directly into the camera and slide two fingers knuckle deep inside. I feel tight and soft. The angle is perfect. I can’t help it; I need to cum. I ram my fingers in and out, hard, feeling my hot pussy walls clench around them with every pound. I move my legs into the air, driving into my cunt deeper and faster. I take my other hand and tug at my clit. I dont take my eyes off you. My orgasm crashes through me. My back arches and my cunt tightens. I feel a small gush of liquid seep out between my fingers and I am spent. I take my fingers out and can’t resist licking them, tasting myself. Knowing that you wish you could be tasting me I don’t want to waste a drop. I lay back down and you allow me to recover.

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She holds my hand in the back of the taxi and whispers in my ear, tells me I’m beautiful. Her words break my heart, make me happy, sad and beautiful.Her proximity thrills me, the knowing I will be with her tonight, the thought of how she will taste, respond, give.  I rest my cheeks on her shoulder and inhale her sweetness,  the strangest of scents that infuse her hair, its olfactory rarity mingling with her feminine animalness to work magic on my senses.I have to kiss her again. And then her lips are sticky sweet, her mouth copper and tart, tongue lush and pliant.When the cab arrives at her home, we separate. It is a small death. I get out my purse to pay the driver, but she insists. And even though I see no money change hands, she tells the driver to keep the change.I know this part of town. It’s rough, to say the least, even for a student district. The once-grand rooms of late Victorian and Edwardian villas are now partitioned, their splendour erased, tenanted at best by students, more often society’s toxic spillage.”Well, this is it, ” she says. My expression of concern elicits her reassurances: “Oh, don’t worry, it’s nice inside. I have a room on the top floor. My garret.”I look up at the façade of the house: large, neglected, completely uninviting. Ivy and Mile a Minute are in the last stages of consuming the entire facade. I wonder if I have been stupid to come here with this strange girl. Ahead of us, a path flanked by riotous foliage leads to an enormous double door that looks reclaimed from some abandoned fortress.But neither of us moves, her parcels remaining at her feet as I turn to reassure myself, search her eyes for certainty.  We kiss again, long and deep.Then bawdy voices carried by the stillness of the night echo through the deserted street. Harsh, laddish jeering. I pull away from Chloe and look around. Across the road from where we stand, a group of youths in hoods are walking towards us. As they approach, they kick an old Coke can ahead, back and forth to each other, one lad breaking from the pack and into a sprint when it travels too far, berating one another with gutter expletives for lack of skill. The hollow clanking of the makeshift ball grows louder every second. Under the wan side-street lamps, the group become a graphic art parody of a street gang.One of the youths calls to us; something indecent, obscene. Stupidly I turn fully to face him. And then I see it: that we are a gift, the prey they have roamed the streets to find.”You lesbos up for a bit of fun, then?” the foremost of the three sneers.Chloe puts down her bags and turns to face them, steps forward to meet the big one head-on, the agitator who has contaminated the others with his “issues”.  I step forward to take Chloe’s hand, try to make her step back. But she shakes my hand free, stands her ground.”Chloe. Please! Let’s go into the house,” I plead with her.”‘Please, Chloe. Let’s go into the house,'” A voice mocking me, “Do what mummy says, Chloe. Little girls like you should be all tucked up in bed by now.”Their braying laughter. Anadolu Yakası Escort The funniest thing ever. A hand reaches out for Chloe’s breast. But before it makes contact, she grips his wrist and deftly twists. The youth screams, legs buckling, quickly brought to his knees by pain. I hear the crack of splintering bone.For a moment, the others stare open-mouthed.Then they go for her.She is too fast, a blur among them. Shrieks of pain. Hers or theirs?I fear for her, call to her, “Oh God! Chloe!”Three are down, only one standing. The runt of the pack, he backs away, the fear in his eyes absolute, an utter dread that wracks his features. But there is more than fear; there is abhorrence, a recoiling from something that should never be. Seeing that look in the youth’s eyes as Chloe goes for him, I become afraid too. A palpable panic takes hold of my body, a dread that courses through me like iced water entering my veins. How can terror be contagious? But there is no reason. All I know is that someone else’s fear has become my own.The other youths pick themselves up from the ground, readying themselves to come at her as one. But when she turns to them, it is as if they see who she is. And then their fear blossoms until one and then the next, with no regard for each other, run from her. Every man for himself, fleeing this way and that.I look at Chloe, and she looks at me. Not a hair out of place as she smiles sheepishly. “I knew all that training would pay off one day,” she says. Eighth-dan, don’t you know.”But even I understand that I have just witnessed something beyond martial arts. I start to protest. “But —” The words fail me. I am unable to rationalise what I have just seen because there is no explanation.She comes to me, kisses me sweetly on the cheek, “There is a spiritual dimension to our discipline,” she says. “It helps that I’ve been training since — before you could imagine.”She picks up her things, opens the gate and looks at me. “Don’t just stand there gawping. Are you coming in, or what?”I follow her down the path that leads to the front door. It is so dark back here. Wayward branches brush my hair, my face. I have to duck and step quickly aside to avoid them. At the door, she says:”We’ll see if Pandora is home. She’s bound to have something you can borrow.” She looks me over in the light that spills from the panes above the door. “You’re about the same height, but she’s a bit skinnier. You might just squeeze into something of hers.””Pandora?””She lives on the ground floor — an artist. You’ll love her. So bohemian.” Her face betrays some private pleasure at the thought of her friend.”Won’t she think it a bit cheeky?””Cheeky?””A stranger like me — asking to borrow her clothes.””You’ve not met Pandora.”Chloe unlocks the front door. There is a vestibule and an inner door that is stiff and needs pushing hard to free it from the frame. When I step over the threshold, my head begins to hum, then vibrate, and I feel an utter blackness descending as the world starts Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan to spin. I panic, think I’m going to pass out. Chloe drops her bags and takes my arm. Just in time.”You okay?””I think so. Low blood sugar. I’ve not eaten since breakfast — and I drank too much last night.”She waits for me to regain my composure. When I look ahead to take in my surroundings, I’m amazed. I’d expected peeling paint, the smell of damp and rotting skirting boards, bicycles on the stairs—the usual student-digs clichés. But this is the lobby of some five-star hotel: immaculate black and white tiled floor, polished woodwork, stout internal doors with big brass knobs and shiny plates, plasterwork of sharp cornices and mouldings. Many large elaborately framed paintings line the walls between each door. At the far end of the hall is a wide staircase leading upwards. I look again and wonder if that staircase can be so far away and be so grand.Chloe looks at me. “Told you it was okay, didn’t I? My room’s not so swanky, though.””This is student accommodation?” I ask.”Everyone is special here.”She smiles, amused by my confusion. Something passes between us, and I understand in an instant that this house is full of secrets — secrets she will soon share with me. Her smile is knowing promising complicity.She leads me past the stout and polished doors that flank us like a guard of honour, stopping at one halfway along the hallway.”Ta-da! Pandora’s room,” Chloe says, dropping her bags and extending her arms as if introducing the next turn at some comedy club. She knocks once and calls, “Pandora! Are you home, darling?”A muffled voice responds, “Chloe? Just a moment, sweetheart.”The door opens, then Pandora is greeting Chloe. Her voice is heavy with an accent I cannot place.”Sweetheart! Was Chester a success?”Pandora enthuses. “Did you find that special something you needed so much that it hurt poor Chloe?” She kisses Chloe on both cheeks then turns her attention to me: “And a friend I have not seen before. How marvellous,” then turns back to Chloe, “Why does Chloe hide her beautiful friends from Pandora?”Chloe tells me, “Ignore her, Arabella. She likes to lay it on thick. She’s really from Leeds.””Chloe is so unkind to poor Pandora,” Pandora says.Pandora scrutinises me. Then all-of-a-sudden, she reaches out and slides her index finger along my jawline. “Exquisite! Such features are the bones.”Instinctively, I recoil. But at the last second, I force myself to endure her touch, allow her fingers to map my jaw, chin, cheeks while fearing she may part my lips and examine my teeth. This outrage of intimacy sends a shiver of excitement down to my toes. I can’t believe I’m letting her appraise me like this. And yet, part of me is pleased to have met her approval.”Pandora! You’re shameless. Behave yourself. Leave poor Arabella alone. What must she think of us!” Then turning to me, “Arabella, now you’ve met Pandora.”Pandora’s hair is a night of volcanic terror, a torrent of flowing magma. Escort Anadolu Yakası Her eyes, acutely feline, are inscrutable. A fog of some exotic perfume enfolds her. It fills me with unanticipated desire. I offer my hand, but she ignores it. Instead, she embraces me like I am her long lost sister,  kisses each of my cheeks in turn, the tip of her tongue covertly tasting me. She inhales deeply to capture my scent, assessing my worth as she sniffs my skin. But despite her outrageous theatrics, her proximity thrills me.”Come in, both of you, please.” She’s standing aside now, holding the door open. As I enter her room, her deep-set eyes, heavy with mascara, burn bright with secret amusement.She tells us to sit on a sofa covered in an enormous autumnal coloured damask throw. Side by side, Chloe and I watch Pandora moving here and there about her room. She is tall, graceful in her movements, not gangly at all. She flows more than moves. A master class in serenity, as if time is of no consequence. Her beauty is outré, otherworldly. She is fascinating to observe, holds my attention as if viewing some rare crimson Betta Fish in its tank.My fingers agitated, stroking the throw beneath us. I look down and watch my fingers run over its needlework, appraise the quality of the stitching — quickly withdrawing my hand when I see the horror of the scene depicted, a web of medieval folk art woodcuts of impalings and flowing blood.I try to distract my racing mind, taking in the art that crowds the walls, the unframed pen and inks that lie scattered on the other sofa, the other works that lie unsorted on the table. I stand up and wander around the room as Pandora tells Chloe about her day. I examine oils and acrylics while Chloe explains to Pandora that I need to borrow a dress.Landscapes abound, but the portraits gathered together at the far end of the room are what draw me, call to me. I weave my way among the furniture, heading for a closer look. I’m no art critic, but I am awed by what I see. She has captured some otherworldly essence in her subjects — or if not already present, imparted it. The paintings radiate an outre, eerie otherness.One painting, in particular, mesmerises me. A young girl, sixteen or seventeen. A life-size work, the subject wrapped in some diaphanous fabric. She crouches on her haunches with her arms and hands clasped around her knees, pulling them tight against her chest. Her hair is long and the colour of daisy petals. A garland of tiny blood-red blooms crowns her beauty.The background is an ocean upon which an incarnadine, full moon sheds its light. The girl is smiling, smiling an inscrutable smile. For the artist? I oh-so want to know why she smiles that smile. It entrances me. I watch the picture and feel a need and urgency begin to well up from the deepest part of me. I want to be with that one girl in that only place that matters where the moon shines so mercilessly. I stare and stare, and the world in the painting takes on new depth, its eerie uncanniness becoming somehow familiar, somewhere I know so well. Then it is alive with subtle movement, no longer just a painting. It is like looking through a window – no, a door. I step towards the canvas, compelled by the intensity of the oil-rendered moon-bathed reality depicted on canvas. I want to journey to that world. I want it more than I have wanted anything in all of my life —

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It had been suggested that the four female friends from work go to the local wine bar on Tuesday evening after work but Dianne Jones, aged fifty-three, was unsure about the wisdom of her doing so. It was not that she did not get on with the other women, Sheila and Mary, who were in their forties and Kim, who was in her twenties; it was because of who else would probably be there.The other three women did not know about what had happened, but when the four women had been at the wine bar the previous week, a new young barman employed there had given Dianne his mobile number because he and she formed an almost instant mutual attraction.The barman was nineteen-year-old Steve Nelson and after he and Dianne had made phone contact later that evening, he spent that night in Dianne’s bed giving her unbelievable sex. After not hearing from him again for three and a bit days, Steve again contacted Dianne and they had another night of sensational fucking.Dianne was not naive enough to think that she was the only woman in Steve’s life; in fact, he had shagged two other women in between his nights with Dianne although she did not know that; however, she was not sure how she and he would react on seeing each other in the wine bar.Unlike the three other women, Dianne was unattached, so that was not a problem, but she still not want to be the subject of gossip, although, in the cases of Sheila and Mary, it might be jealousy as well. Going to the wine bar was quite a regular thing for the four of them and Dianne could not think of a plausible reason for not going, so it was decided that the Tuesday evening’s girls trip out was on.Dianne did send a text to Steve’s phone warning him that she would be there, just in case her arrival upset him in any way, and she was reassured by his ‘ok, see you later,’ response although she was still unsure about how she would react on seeing him.Although she did not know it, Sheila did not help at work late that afternoon by saying to Dianne, “I am looking forward to seeing that hot barman.”Mary, who was close by, chirped in my saying, “Sheila Carey, you are married.””Oh yeah, I am, aren’t I?” said Sheila and she and Mary laughed. Dianne did not contribute to the conversation.The four women arrived at the bar and Steve was not immediately visible, although both Sheila and Dianne had a quick look around the room, oblivious to what the other woman was doing. The women found a table and Kim went to the bar to purchase the wine that they had decided upon; the women always all contributed to the cost of the drinks consumed.They had been there about ten minutes and were chatting but Dianne was feeling on edge when Mary said, “There you go, Sheila, there’s your hunk,” as she was the first one to set eyes on Steve.”He is not my hunk, but I wish he was,” said Sheila, who normally tended to insist that she was very happily married, although she actually wasn’t.”You are unattached Di, why don’t you make a play for him?” Mary teased.”Don’t be ridiculous; he is only nineteen,” said Dianne, who immediately thought that the other women would wonder how she knew he was Bostancı Escort nineteen.”How do you know he is nineteen?” asked Kim.”Um, he said he was last week, didn’t he?” replied Dianne.”I don’t remember, but he might have done; we drank quite a lot,” said Mary but Dianne’s eyes met Sheila’s and Dianne thought her friend looked suspicious.”Yeah, I think he did,” said Sheila whilst still looking at Dianne. Steve, who had just finished a break, spotted the four women but was currently collecting glasses from another part of the bar. Dianne felt strange, firstly because of her lover’s presence but also because of Sheila’s apparent suspicions. Steve had the sense not to reveal his intimacy with Dianne to her friends, but when he was collecting glasses from an adjacent table, he said, “Nice to see you again, ladies.” “Nice to see you again, too, young man,” said Sheila as she gave a sideways glance at Dianne.The three other ladies all mumbled variations of “Good evening” to Steve, although only one of them actually knew his name.Dianne was uncomfortable because she was batting internally, thinking of Steve’s cock and also being more and more convinced that Sheila knew or suspected something.A while later, Mary was at the bar and Kim had gone to the ladies and Sheila leaned towards Dianne and said, “He is fucking you isn’t he?””Don’t be silly, Sheila, of course not,” replied Dianne, although she knew that she did not sound as convincing as she intended.”How long have I known you, Dianne?” asked Sheila. “Years, why?” answered Dianne.”Exactly, I wish he was fucking me,” said Sheila, but by now, Mary was on her way back from the bar and Kim from the ladies.With the four women together, the conversation changed but Sheila kept giving looks at Dianne, with each trying to read the other’s mind.Dianne was surprised at Sheila’s confession that she needed a young man to be fucking her because she believed Sheila to be very happily married.There was a bit more interaction between Steve and the ladies but no more than would be normal between a friendly barman and a group of slightly drunk women.When it was decided that it was about time that they went home, Sheila, as she had the previous week, said, “You walking home with me, Di?”Although she expected to be grilled by her friend, Dianne replied, “Yeah, okay.”Before they actually left the bar, Sheila managed to give a lovely smile and a little wave to Steve, although that was noticed only by Dianne and not the other two women. The women split into two groups of two outside the bar, with Kim and Mary living in quite close proximity to each other.Sheila and Dianne had not gone many steps when Sheila said, “So tell me, has he got a big cock?””I don’t know why you think that I should know that, Sheila,” responded Dianne in a last attempt to convince her friend that Steve was not fucking her. Sheila ignored that and said, “So how did you get together? Was it last week?”Dianne decided that there was no further point in hiding the truth and said, “Yeah, he gave me his mobile number last Wednesday.””Fuck, Bostancı Escort Bayan so how many times have you done it?” asked Sheila.”We have spent two nights together, but I am not sure how many times we have fucked,” replied Dianne, who, in a way, felt relieved that she could talk to someone about it.”Shit, that many times?” said Sheila.”Yeah, he is fucking amazing,” replied Dianne.”Do you think he would fuck me too?” asked Sheila.”Sheila, you are married and happy,” said Dianne, still surprised at her friend’s frequent references to getting fucked.”Married, but not happy Di, I need a good fucking,” confided Sheila.Dianne did not respond, so Sheila went on, “I am serious, could you ask him to shag me, please?” “You have had too much to drink, we both have,” said Dianne and they were now quite close to Dianne’s house.”When are you next seeing him?” asked Sheila.”I don’t know; we have not made any plans,” replied Dianne honestly.”Text him, tell him he can fuck us both,” said Sheila, not considering whether Dianne agreed with that. As if by magic, Dianne’s mobile rang, “Shit, it is Steve,” she said as she looked at the caller.”Steve, so that’s his name,” said Sheila.”Hello Steve,” said Dianne a bit tentatively.”Hi sexy, are you home yet?” asked Steve, who was on a break at work.”No, nearly, but I am still with Sheila,” said Dianne, who was then surprised when her friend took the phone from her hand.”Steve, it is Sheila, the hot and sexy one…I need you to fuck me,” she blurted into the phone before Dianne snatched it back.”Steve, she is pissed, ignore her,” started Dianne, but Sheila shouted, “I fucking mean it.””Dianne, I am not sure what is going on, but I wanted to come to your house after I finish work,” said Steve.”Oh yes, baby, you come here; I will explain later,” said Dianne before the call ended with a couple of ‘See you later.'”Is he going to fuck you tonight?” Sheila asked Dianne.”Yes, but you need to get home,” Dianne told Sheila.”But I don’t, actually, my Colin is away working for a couple of nights,” said Sheila.”I don’t believe you; go home,” said Dianne.”Ring lover boy back and tell him that he has got two of us to fuck,” said Sheila.”Sheila, you are drunk; you will regret this,” said Dianne wondering if her friend was telling the truth about her husband being away.”Don’t worry, I will not steal him from you; I just want one good fuck for once in a while, that is all,” said Sheila indicating that her at home sex life was not all that good.It suddenly occurred to Dianne that they were two not sober women standing in the street at nearly nine at night talking, probably too loudly, about getting fucked.”Come indoors for a minute; we should not be out here talking like this; someone might hear us,” said Dianne as she ushered Sheila into her house.”I need a drink,” said Sheila on getting inside.”You need a coffee and so do I,” replied Dianne as she wondered what the immediate and long term future held.”Phone Steve and tell him that he has got two horny women waiting for him,” said Sheila, getting back on the subject.”He Escort Bostancı has probably finished his break, so he will not be able to answer,” said Dianne trying to buy herself some time to try to think.”Fucking phone him, Di,” insisted Sheila, so against her inclinations, Dianne did.”Hello Dianne,” Steve answered, a bit to Dianne’s surprise as she expected to go to voicemail.”Steve, um, Sheila is here and she, um, will probably be here when you arrive,” said Dianne, not sure how Steve would take the news. There was a brief silence before Steve said, “Are you saying what I think you are saying?” which was a bit confusing because Dianne did not know exactly what Steve was thinking.”I am saying that Sheila wants you to give her a seeing-to too; are you up for it?” said Dianne wondering just why she was offering to share her lover with another woman.”That’s what I thought you were saying; it is fine with me, but what do you think?” said Steve, who was really excited at the thought of shafting two mature women. Despite the high number of sexual encounters he had had, he had not as yet had two women naked at the same time.”I don’t like sharing you, but it might be fun,” conceded Dianne.”Gotta go, Dianne, break time finished, see you both later,” said Steve before ending the call but leaving Dianne in no doubt that he was up for it.”Well?” asked Sheila, who had been trying to follow the conversation just by hearing one end of it.”Looks like you are going to get your wish, but you are telling me the truth about your husband being away, aren’t you?” said Dianne.”Yeah, I am telling the truth and shit; when will Steve be here?” said Sheila.”More than two hours yet, I will make the coffee, sit your big arse down there, Sheila,” said Dianne, who suddenly felt strangely aroused at the thought of seeing her friend naked and getting fucked.”My arse is no bigger than yours, you fat cow,” laughed a very happy Sheila who felt no guilt about the prospect of being unfaithful to her husband.Over the next two hours, the women chatted and giggled and drank coffee and slowly sobered up and both were looking forward to what would happen when the hot young stud arrived.Steve was now finishing his shift and he was looking forward to the exercise that his penis would soon be getting because he had actually also fancied Sheila from first setting eyes on the four women the previous week; it was just that he and Dianne seemed to make that instant connection.Dianne was looking out of her window with Sheila hovering behind her when Steve entered the street, “Here he is,” announced Dianne and she felt Sheila’s hands grip her shoulders which she thought felt strangely erotic.Dianne opened the door and on entry, Steve locked his lips on hers and, for a moment, they both forgot about Sheila’s presence.”I would like some of that,” announced Sheila when Dianne and Steve stopped kissing and she was then in a tongue swapping snog with Steve.”Are you married?” Steve asked Sheila when they broke off.”Yeah, don’t tell me that you don’t like fucking married women,” said Sheila thinking that her hopes were about to be dashed.”Oh, I love fucking married women, but sometimes their husbands do not like me doing it.,” replied Steve.”Well, I am not going to be telling my husband and I don’t suppose you or Dianne will be telling him either,” said Sheila, who was now massaging the large bulge in Steve’s trousers.

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He settles himself, letting the hardened cock lay in his palm for a moment before swaddling his hand around its girth. He admires its delicacy, tenderly tracing the veins that run like some type of erotic roadmap. With a squeeze, he can feel the thrumming pulse through his fingertips. It matches his own.Ashton looks up to see a single bead of spittle dangling at the end of an elongated strand of drool. It glistens—for a second reflecting the flickering candlelight of the room—then releases. “Are you okay?” he asks.The cherry-red ballgag in Daniel’s mouth tiredly bobs up and down in reply.He has been standing tethered to an x-cross: hands stretched out overhead, legs spread wide below, dick sticking straight out in front. Twelve black rubber straps Kadıköy Escort tightly secure his pale naked frame in place. Ashton continues to rhythmically stroke with a twisting motion. “Good. We’re almost there.”Before today, Ashton never cared to psychoanalyze his client’s motivations. They all have their paraphilias and corresponding reasons for wanting to explore them. His self-defined role is to play with his subjects, providing them with excitement in whatever form they please. No judgment, no sagacious reasoning, no long-term wistful exchange.A moan signals Daniel’s approval of the methodical throttling his cock is currently receiving. Reddened skin already forms small nefarious halos around dried splotches Kadıköy Escort Bayan of wax dotting his chest and upper thighs.“You’re gorgeous,” Ashton whispers, still kneeling, eye-level with the package he’s groping. “Like some piece of art with no beginning and no end.”Daniel’s head hangs, his balls swollen and most likely aching from the prolonged edging. Ash leans in and suckles one, pulling it gently into his mouth and rolling his tongue over the soft outer flesh. As he releases with a pop, it stays there, momentarily frozen and distended. He then watches it slowly retract, ready to surrender.Ashton nuzzles even closer, arousal saturating the air around them with a musky scent. He takes it in through Escort Kadıköy his nose like he’s inhaling for deep meditation.“It’s time,” he says, gazing back up. “How do you want me?”Even in the dim light, Ashton is taken by the amber in Daniel’s eyes; a marriage of warm honey and deep caramel. Time has allowed him to see the longing in the story they hide.He recognizes the narrow path they depict. A stroll he himself has taken. A lonely walk along a bluff where rocks below absorb a frenzied sea. But, if he looks deeper, way out into the distance, there’s a calm. A motionless horizon, each night swallowing the sun, exchanging its heat for a soul filled with fire. Spiritual energy patterned with wonderment.Ashton stands and retrieves a small carpeted platform from the other side of the room. A makeshift dungeon he hides in the basement of his mid-century-modern suburban home. He drags the box over to Daniel’s feet and steps up, now face to face. Running his tongue across the lifeless plastic gag, he savors the sweet saliva still clinging to its edges.

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You were hers and I was his but what we truly wanted was each other. So we flirted and exchanged glances all throughout our college years. Ümraniye Escort But as soon as they broke Ümraniye Escort Bayan up with us Escort Ümraniye and graduated, we knew what to do.The anticipation was exhilarating. The suspense was excrutiating. Although the chemistry was passionately intense, the kissing was slow, sensual and romantic. Caressing each other pass our shame and guilt. I was friends with her and you were friends with him. And to this day, many don’t know that we secretly meet and greet to fuck forbiddenly.

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I am almost twenty-five but still a virgin. It might sound a bit odd, but this is my life. I don’t want a relationship, because I would like to travel the world alone, and casual sex is not something I would consider.  But I still have needs I have to take care of myself. I love my sexy triumvirate: my realistic dildo, my glass dildo, and my silicon anal plug, but sometimes while I’m pleasuring myself I get struck by this strange desire to put things in my pussy that are not designed to be there. It is a convenient urge, it doesn’t require expensive Ataşehir Escort toys I can not afford right now.  I started with the handle of the hairbrush years ago, but it just was not enough anymore, so recently I tried “the cock of fruits”: banana. It was only the beginning. I bought a pack of condoms to experiment on household items safely.  I had my own ideas about what to try, but sex chat always turns me on, so I asked strangers what should I use to fuck my wet pussy. After I gathered everything I found Ataşehir Escort Bayan to be a good dildo candidate, I covered the sofa with a big towel and I set on it, in a summer dress, no underpants on. I could see my hard nipples through the thin material. I set there with pulled-up knees and opened legs, in front of a mirror, in the middle of the living room. I started rubbing my clit and grabbing my tits. I watched in the mirror how my pink pussy turns wetter and wetter with every move. I slipped my Escort Ataşehir middle finger inside me to check if my V was ready for bigger stuff to penetrate it. After I found myself turned on enough I pulled out my finger and licked it clean.  I took a banana, greenish and firm, and put a condom on it. I started sucking it but my pussy was too hungry for the fruit so I brought it down, rubbed my clit with it, teased my pussy lips a little then I pushed it in. I did not start to fuck myself with it right away, I just kept it in there, squeezed it with my vagina, moved my hips, and played with my clit.  The straps of my dress fell, exposing my big, rounded tits. I pushed one of them higher with my hand and started licking my nipple, while my other hand was busy pulling out and pushing back the banana in my pussy. I was alone so I moaned loud as I could. 

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We’re almost there now.  Sun is getting lower, right alongside this uncomfortably small craft.  For a moment I let my mind wander away from this plane, and from Harriet.  Fantasies of the upcoming months take me to wonderful places through beautiful visions.  I can’t wait to be on that beach, showing my perfect, soft, beautiful body to everyone there.  I can’t wait to get to work, either.  The videos he sent me of the parties look incredible, and they go until morning.  Deep in the center there are bodies constantly colliding, slipping around each other like an orgy of crazed serpents.  Everyone is fluttering amongst each other in chaotic formation under a rainbow of flashing lights, looking like as much like petals in the wind as they do a wedding reception at the end of the world.This job has me fascinated.  The very nature of it.  The idea.  Human nature has always been a point of study for me, and I am so curious about what I’ll find at the intersection of the people I’ll be working for, the people I’ll be working with, and the people I’ll just be working.  It may not be part of the description… In fact, it may not even strictly be permitted, but I know that I am going to get so much sex on the job.  I’m just not going to be able to help it, I’m certain of that.  I like stimulation, and I like attention.Once we’re on the ground, I won’t have any trouble getting it, but right now it’s actually attention that I need to avoid.  With that thought I find myself drifting back to life.  My life, I mean.  In this moment, on this plane, having this orgasm.  The toy buzzing silently between me and my seat is holding me still, frozen in place by its electromechanical massage.Everything I’m feeling rushes back and takes a vicious stranglehold of my every nerve and muscle.  I am so wet, and so tight – straining against my seatbelt, and clenching against my own pleasure.  Both motions hurt, but they both feel good, too.  Everything does right now.  Even my mind is singing, enraptured by excitement and unbridled desire.Finally, something catches my attention.  Whoa.  We’re going down fast, and it’s only Maltepe Escort right now that I notice what’s happening.  It’s hard to maintain all the focus required, but I surreptitiously peer over Harriet’s shoulder and out the window.  I’m shocked to see that we’re only about a kilometer off the ground.  At most.  My expression changes just enough that Harry notices, and she looks out as well.  To my surprise, she maintains her oblivion, and her orgasm is not interrupted.  We are both still cumming, but she remains all but lost to the world.Endless but infinitesimal moments later, we have each fallen back into our own worlds, as the craft which contains us makes its gradual, but rapid descent.  I wonder where she is, but before I can imagine, I’m again lost completely in my own mind.  This time though, in memory instead of fantasy.  His touch was electrifying.  His body was beautiful, and in a way that the masculine so rarely can be.  In years past, I wouldn’t have believed that I would ever let someone convince me to let them touch me that way.  Now I know that in situations like that one, I’m not being convinced of anything, and it can be me who is doing the seducing.  What I actually have a hard time believing is how he convinced me to think about taking this job before he even touched me.  Intellectually I was fairly certain that the offer was both genuine and substantiated, but in my heart I was fairly certain that this whole thing is an extremely dubious choice, at the absolute best.  Something just didn’t feel right.  Of course, the way he made me feel me was no small factor in my growing comfortable with my decision.  Besides, in a war between my heart, my head, and my pussy, it’s safe to say that my heart doesn’t have much of a chance.The overt moaning coming from my right barely pulls my focus out of the erotic meditation I’ve locked myself in.  She is having a harder time concealing her pleasure than I am.  She always does, though.  I like that about her.  Right now it’s turning me on immensely, even as I drift back to the same night.  The Maltepe Escort Bayan deep, melodic, feminine voice beside me is just urging me to enjoy myself even more.  If she had been there that night, watching… This time I intersect the memory a bit earlier.  We’d just tumbled in the door of his hotel room, and I was on my knees.  I had been blowing him in the car on the way over, too.  We weren’t making a show of it, but the driver definitely knew.  I wonder how hard he got, and if he thought about us later.  For a moment I thought I saw him subtly jerking off, but it was dark and I was otherwise occupied, so I’m far from certain.  I just let the possibility fuel my fantasies while I paid most of my attention to the hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and the hand on the back of my head where it meets my neck.As we got out of the car he reached under my very little, black dress and roughly grabbed my bare ass, then called me a slut, but in a way that made me smile.  He walked behind me as we entered the hotel through inch thick glass doors.  When I turned around to make sure they had closed behind us, I saw that the driver had pulled over across the street.  He was probably just waiting for his phone to tell him someone else needs a ride, but I imagined him thinking about us while he waited and stroking his cock.  In my mind he’d unbuttoned his trousers the second he pulled over, pulled his hard cock out of them and jerked as hard and fast as he could until he came all over his steering wheel.  The idea made me that much wetter.  Then I imagined him realizing he didn’t have anything to clean up with and I laughed.I remember thinking then that I would have to masturbate at a later time thinking of that moment.  I even wound up thinking about it during the more intimate parts of my “date”.  After an awkward interaction with someone at the front desk, we headed to the elevator.  I think she was scrutinizing the pair of us to try and figure out if either was a sex worker.  That happens to me, occasionally.  I guess it goes with the territory of Escort Maltepe hooking up with people from out of town quite so often.  Plus, she wouldn’t have technically been wrong, but I’ve never been on the job in that context.The shaking of this increasingly unnerving and seemingly unmaintained aircraft is still disturbing my fantasies, but the vibration of its roaring engine continues to stir them, as each turbulent bump in the road presses the toy on my seat against my clit in unexpected ways.  I have never had a sexual experience with a mechanical device quite like this.  Harriet is leaning against the window, whimpering as quietly as she can manage to.Breaking my restrained silence for a moment, I whisper “We can rest soon, baby.  I love you.”She says nothing.  I don’t even know if she heard me.  Slipping backward in time again, I wander back into the scene at the moment he and I stumbled into the hotel room itself, having comically and impossibly attempted to get through the door at the same time.  We were latched together instantly – even before the door had latched behind us.  What I felt in that moment was theoretically bizarre, but functionally impossible to ignore.  He – check the pronoun – he was fucking irresistible.  Not just in a momentary, looks-like-a-fun-toy sort of way, either.  There was something very unusual about him.  He was older to be sure.  Older than I usually go for, and doubtlessly older than me.  Perhaps a great deal older, but if I’m being honest, his age was quite a mystery to me, and that mystery was itself responsible for a significant portion of the attraction.There was nothing but chemistry between us; nothing intellectual, nothing akin to real passion.  More like poison than passion really, but more like a high than pure toxicity.  As he fell to the soft push of my hands I smiled at his eagerness.  When he hit the mattress I asked “How am I doin’?”“Good,” he said, “Until you asked.”“Note taken.”“Excellent.”  His voice was quasi-sinister, but it felt too practiced to be genuine.  “If you can make the customers feel like this, though…”“I haven’t even touched you yet.”He smirked.  “And you never have to touch them.”“And…” I knelt at the foot of the bed, “If I want to?”“Mmmm…” he moaned in relief as the anticipation fades “Off the clock you can do anything you like.”“Anything?”“Be reasonable.”“Is this okay?” I asked as I unfastened his belt, then his pants.

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