This is a game hubby and I like to play.... all consensual. It's a warm afternoon, the breeze is softly blowing, moving the curtains. I'm asleep, breathing gently, silently under the sheet, on my side, hair gently across my pillow. I don't notice the curtain move further... pushed aside quietly, as I sleep. Nor do I see the shadow of a shape approach. The first I know is when my head is roughly pushed into my pillow, muff...

Eat me Consume me I am your last supper your last morsel of real food lick your lips I cover your face Don't wipe me away Leave it there for later A reminder of what may be Your final meal

I had just ended a long term relationship and moved into my own apartment near the city. I was so excited that a woman had responded to one of my Craigslist ads back when that was the norm for anonymous hookups. She had mentioned that her and her friend were looking for a place to fuck and she'd be free later tonight. I showed her some pics and she asked if I'd like to join in and of course I said yes. It was around 8pm w...

Threesome One: The first time EVER this is a true story. Booty, my partner and I had been talking with a user that we had first met on reddit. We were in Wellington and she was up north. Naturally the logistics around this would be difficult from the get go. But that wouldn't stop us trying anyway. We had a group chat for months even before a trip was considered and wow... the only word to describe it was SPICY! Pictures...

I slow down and take you back to the bed, I get you to lie on you back i raise your legs and ankles over my strong shoulders...I kiss them softly working down your inner thigh, slowly working down, your skin is so soft ...I stop at the top to kiss your inner thigh. I move to your pussy, it tastes so sweet, I suck your clit and lick wetness I linger here enjoying your moans...I put my finger in my mouth, wet it and slowly...

I walk into the cocktail bar of the 5 star hotel. I'm staying there as I have an awards dinner to attend. As I walk to the bar I see you sitting at one of the tables with a glass verve clicquot champagne, reading a book. You look incredible! Sitting confidently, wearing a wrap around black dress, stockings and Jimmy Choo shoes. I sit and the bar and order a drink, I see you looking over through the glass panels behind the...

Although she was a younger woman, she was clearly experienced, and the kind of relationship that developed was never something I had thought about, although truthfully I have always felt older than my years. I would meet women who attracted me but just assume they were too young for me, often they were around my age, but something in me feels older. At the time I met beautiful dark eyes I was 30, she was 10 years younger...

I’d just been bored so I went to this country pub. The locals were friendly, and after several beers a bunch of us were sitting together talking. The women had been in another part of the bar but returned to the main bar and joined in the conversation mid-evening. One of the local wives was well drunk, clearly a confident drinker too. She sat next to me, and after staring at me for a while grinning, leant over, placed her...

Groomed. I’d been out and about drinking in the city. I dropped by the cafe because the light was on and talking to the girl cleaning up was a buxom woman in a bright dress that obviously she was wearing a bikini underneath. Immediately I felt her interest. We chatted for a while and then decided to go for a beer. We went to a noisy city pub with a dj and a dance floor. We danced a little then sat at the edge of the dance...

Being an adult wasn’t something that came as a surprise. A lot of time has passed, a lot of things have happened and, in my twenties I’d developed a thing for experienced women anyway. So when I reached 40 I was glad. There is nothing better than an experienced woman who is not confused by feelings of guilt or shame. Women in their late 30s and early 40s couldn’t suit me better from that perspective, at least on the face...

We'd meet in a bar, and fooled around, and now she wanted me to come to her place in the middle of the day. It was one of those tiny Paris apartments on the upper floor of an old apartment build. Narrow staircase, shared toilet in the stairwell, one room, shower in the corner, kitchenette next to that. "My mother owns the place", she announced. "she bought the place so I would have somewhere to live while I study". And it...

I was in a drunken haze when I found the place. It was in the depths of the night, in an ancient city, on a street haunted by skeletally thin lost souls, lurking in doorways. The entrance was a large dark archway, once perhaps an entrance to a grand building, crumbling reclining figures framed the top of the arch, partially obscured by the power cables running in a scrambled cluster to the side of the entrance. I wandered...