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Giving into temptation

First time dropping her guard at CCK

Was a very ordinary start to what seemed like was going to be a typical Wednesday. I was at work going through the usual going when she messaged out of the blue... mentioning that she had an invite from someone she had been chatting with inviting us to the event at CCK that evening. We had been before, once as an introduction for her to the club and again after that to push boundaries a little further... towards the end o...

What might be

The build up of lust can make for a magical moment

The night of the meet and greet was crazy - people in incredible 1920s costumes everywhere you looked. Men looking debonair, women looking classy and elegant, and there was real joy in the room as lifestylers from around the country came together to make new friends and reconnect with past acquaintances. My wife and I were in the thick of it, so we were perhaps a little more focused than most, perhaps missing out on the c...

SebastienGrub

Threshold

A perfect pressure

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...

Free_radical

Interstitial

In the space between desire and reality.

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...

It’s my party and I’ll cum if I want to

In the darkness of a grope tent anything is possible

It’s Saturday night of the party, you and Brian arrive a little later, not wanting that awkward first couple conversation. As you walk down the drive you can hear laughter. Knocking on the door you give Brian a kiss, looking at each other knowing that whatever happens, tonight will be memorable and something you both will share. I open the door and you can see I’m in my boxers and a black shirt. Seeing you both my smile b...