Her body alive with a million fluttering butterflies, she didn’t turn down the offer to join him in his room for a late night drink. It was the looks from the staff and other diners that lightened her step and increased her confidence. Young in age, she knew that after tonight, she would never look at that innocent girl in the mirror again. Daddy Brian would take her on a ride that so many desired but never ventured. 

Another step across the threshold, this time his hand rested on the small of her back guiding her in. Both of them know that when that door closes, something will change between them. An awakening.

“So, tell me more about your life at home? Have you lived with your father alone for a long time?” he asked, fishing for a deeper confession. 

She stood in front of the large pane of glass that looked out over the pool area, touching the window to brace herself before speaking. A quick shiver traveling up her spine, she knew he was wanting her to spill the truth, but would he understand? 

“Since I was in grade school it’s just been the two of us. Sure, I see my mother once a year, but that’s enough for me. She isn’t the nicest woman on the planet,” she laughed. 

Brian took it all in, she was holding something back and he knew it. She lit up when she talked about her father, but not her mother. Maybe she was the cause of the divorce between her parents. Was it guilt that put the hesitation in her voice, or was it the need for her fathers attention? 

“Anyways, enough about that, what about you? I was told that this is the first time here without your daughter. Are you two close?” she asked, her voice whimsical. She knew they were because of the stories the staff told, but would he tell her the real truth? What if this was the room he always booked. Adinna wondered for a moment if they laid on that gray couch that took up most of the room and enhanced their bond. Again, curiosity was getting the best of her. 

She turned from the view, watching Daddy Brian as she walked across, taking the very seat that her mind told her the girl sat. She wanted to know, to feel, and maybe even to cause even more rumors to spin around the hotel. By morning she could be the next person the staff whispered about. It didn’t scare her. She was too intrigued to leave. 

“She couldn’t make it this time. A prior commitment, but she calls me every night to make me miss her,” he laughed. 

Adinna listened, stiffening when he told her that his daughter missed him. How could she not, but then again, here she was with him. Would he tell his daughter about the girl by the pool? Or lie and say he spent the trip alone? They might have just met, but she could tell this man didn’t hold back anything from anyone. He was proud of his accomplishments. On any other day she might be friends with the girl. That could prove to be dangerous for all. Two girls, one daddy. 

On the couch the world around them stopped. It was confession time. One little tidbit at a time. Something about Daddy Brian was safe. He wouldn’t judge her.

Reaching out, he placed a loving hand on her lower thigh. Just leaving it there to see how she reacted to touch. Adinna didn’t disappoint. Her body relaxed, smile softened, and she seemed to suddenly have a warm glow about her. She was at home and didn’t even realize the carnal intentions of the man next to her. 

“Has your father brought you to a place like this yet?” he asked. 

Her eyes lit up with a million stars dancing in the darkness. He had once brought her away on vacation, just the two of them at a place where no one knew who and what they were. 

“Once. We went to a little resort in Costa Rica. He had a private beach for us and a bungalow away from the other tourists,” she blushed.

His curiosity now peeked, he knew there was something she was holding back. She was the perfect little baby girl for an older daddy such as himself.

“Tell me more. I would love to know how you two express your love for one another,” he said.

She twisted her fingers in the hem of her dress, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip. Never once had she spoken the words she was about to say, but something about him felt right. 

“You know, hugging, touching, like you do I suppose,” she whispered. 

Had she said too much? Adinna feared upsetting others, that’s why it was always a secret she kept so close to her heart. 

“He has me, you know,” she looked at the crotch of his pants, “Make him feel nice.”

They hadn’t crossed the line and fully had sex yet, but she knew it was a matter of time and it scared her. What if, god, too many what if moments stood in her way of finding true happiness. 

Brian smiles, reaching out to stop her from putting a hole in her gown. Her embarrassment was beautiful on her. 

“There is nothing wrong, baby girl. Daddy’s love their girls so deeply that they want to make sure they always feel special,” he said. 

With her hand resting in his, he allowed her to see the softer side of him. The one the hotel staff knew nothing about. They assumed he was a dirty old man, and in ways he was, but still, he loved his baby girls the way a man should. Fully, and with intense emotional release.

Ready for another part? Keep your eyes open. It’s only starting.

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The sun kisses her smooth, caramel-toned skin as she lounges by the poolside, the turquoise water shimmering behind her. Her long, curly hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the light like silk. She wears a sleek, jet-black swimsuit that highlights her radiant beauty. A golden anklet glistens as she dips her toes into the cool water, laughter dancing in her warm brown eyes. Sipping a fruity cocktail, she leans back, basking in the tropical breeze. The palm trees sway gently, framing her elegance like a masterpiece. Confidence and grace radiate from her, turning heads effortlessly in this paradise retreat.

As her glasses dipped down, she noticed him. How could she not. Tall, handsome, and confident, the man at the bar seemed to know everyone. A quick trace of her tongue over her bottom lip, the ebony beauty was intrigued. Leaning over the bar, the female bartender whispered in his ear. What was she saying? God, why did she even care? She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about the older male that pulled the young girl in like a moth to the flame.

“Can I get you another drink?” the waitress asked.

Snapped back to reality, the beauty stretched out, ordering a fruity drink from the menu before devising her plan to learn more about that man.

“Hey, who is he?” she asked.

Looking at the bar, the waitress snickered. It wasn’t the first time someone asked about him. Hell, if she had a dollar each time a young girl wanted to know something, she could take a day off.

“Daddy Brian?” she laughed. “I mean, his name is Brian,” she smiled.

A chill radiated over her body. Did the woman call him daddy? She was sure she heard that right, but wouldn’t push it. Not yet at least.

“So, I assume he’s a regular here?” she asked.

Sitting the drink down, the waitress looked over to the bar, her voice lowering a bit, “He is, but this is the first time without his daughter. I’m kind of surprised actually.”

Adinna was curious, but cautious at the same time. She didn’t want to scare the waitress with all the questions, but the older white man seemed to be getting under her skin. The reference to daddy only made it worse. She held that part of her life closed off and tucked away from anyone.

“Daughter? Is she young?” she asked.

“About your age,” the waitress now whispered. “I will be back,” she added.

As the waitress walked away, Adinna watched and waited. Her finger tracing around the rim of the glass, without knowing she slipped it in her mouth, sucking the sweetness from the tip. It wasn’t until the man she was watching noticed did she become excitedly uncomfortable. His smirk said it all, but holding up his drink to cheers her across the pool made the warmth inside of her apparent. Whatever this man was brought a rush of memories back to the young girl. Ones so taboo that the tip of her tongue stung as a warning that some secrets are better left unsaid.

“Brian, the man at the bar sent you a drink. He said,” the waitress giggled, “You look as though you might need something to cool you down. The heat is terrible today.”

Adinna’s hand shook as she took the glass, wanting to know everything about the man. She hoped the waitress could keep a secret and not tell him she asked so many personal questions.

“Tell me about his daughter,” she whispered.

Exhaling, the waitress turned her head away from the bar, her voice low as to not be heard. “She is stunning. Your exact coloring. They play all day at the pool, laughing, touching, but never anything to cause alarm. It’s the night time that tells the real stories. The sounds that come from the young girls room,” she said.

Called away again, the waitress scurried away, she knew she was revealing far too much. The entire staff knew that something was happening. At night Daddy Brian and the young girl would venture into the hotel club to dance, but the girl always wore clothing no father would approve of. Dancing the night away with older men, the young girl always kept her daddy in her line of sight. Her body promiscuous, but her mind, she fed Daddy Brian with every thrust upon those older male guests of the resort.

Watching from the bar, Brian knew he was the center of the conversation between the young girl and the waitress. The way that sensual little minx traced her finger on the glass, and her sienna colored eyes followed him had him intrigued. He was sure the staff at the resort knew about most of his activities, but how much did they really know? If the walls of the hotel room could talk, they would be shocked.

Sunlit Seduction

Finishing her shift, the waitress grabbed a drink, sitting poolside with the young girl. She knew the girl wanted to know more, but on the clock she really needed to be careful. Guest secrets were never to be spilled. Well, until now.

“I’m Mila, by the way. If I let something slip about a guest, please just keep it between us. I can tell that Daddy Brian has his eyes on you,” laughed the waitress, stretching her long legs out on a lounge.

Adinna laughed, her eyes still drawn to the man at the bar. He had sent over two drinks so far, so he knew there was something brewing between the two.

“Tell me, I know there is something more?” she asked.

Exhaling, the waitress sipped her drink before talking. “Well, the staff has said that at night they hear sounds coming from their room. You know, sounds! Plus the room cleaners have found evidence that someone is having taboo delights in their room.”

Adinna chewed her bottom lip as she listened to the confession of the waitress. All of it makes her slender young body warm with need. She had her secrets, maybe some of them the same, but this was the first time someone said them out loud. It made what she was feeling for years so much more real.

“So, they’re having ….sex?” Adinna whispered.

Shrugging, the waitress couldn’t deny or confirm it, but she knew, they all knew the truth.

“I have to go. Be careful what you wish for,” Mila winked before walking away.

Before she could thank her for talking, Brian took her place in the lounge. Stretching out his body, he watched the young kitten like a lion waiting to pounce. The hunger in his eyes from her scent caused his eyes to close and a long inhale savored. She smelled like suntan lotion and his favorite caramel candies. He could almost taste one melting on his tongue. Such a burst of sweet cream that caused a moment of silence between the two. When he arrived at the resort alone he was hungry for something, but now, he was salivating as he waited to get his first taste.

“Well then, it’s about time you allowed time for me,” Brian said.

His voice smooth, low, and seductive, Brian couldn’t get enough of this girl. Something about her told him the stories they could write together would be a masterpiece of sin. He wasn’t much for small talk, but for now, he would indulge. She was worth his time and interest.

“Sorry, were you waiting for me?” she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

“You could say that. I guess, I knew that you needed company tonight,” he replied.

She was flustered at his assumptions, but knew that he was right. She had waited forever to confess things that were growing deep within her core. Twisting the corner of her towel tight, she watched the man who the staff called Daddy and felt her heart race with anticipation. Would he invite her to his room? God, what if he did?

“How did you know that, Da…. Brian?” she asked.

His chuckle painted the picture of the day. He knew right away she wanted to call him Daddy. Most younger women did, and he loved every minute of it. Truth be told he felt himself twitch wondering if her bikini bottoms were getting wet.

“I’ll tell you at dinner tonight. Wear something pretty for me, baby girl,” he said.

Handing the young one a card with his room number on it, Brian excused himself to pay the bar tab and retire to his room for a bit. He wasn’t tired. His hope was she would stew in her own juices for a bit and sexually suffer a bit before joining him.

Along Came A Spider

Your gaze, a spark upon my skin,
A silent promise, warm within.
Your breath, a ghost against my ear,
A whispered pull, so dark, so near.

Fingers trace like liquid gold,
A touch that burns, a tale untold.
Lips that hover, tempt, deny,
A game we play with smoldered sighs.

Night surrenders to your heat,
A rhythm slow, a pulse so sweet.
No words are left, just aching space,
A dance of want, a tangled chase.

Come closer now, let silence speak,
And taste the hunger lovers seek.

As the sun kissed the moon good night and disappeared into the sea, Adinna stood in front of a full length mirror. Her dress the palest shade of blue and clung to every inch of her frame. Breast small, but enough for a mouthful, it was the curve that defined her ass that drove men wild. She was the type of girl that got attention whether she tried or not. Her body was extraordinary. As she brushed her hands down the front of her dress, chills radiated like a blanket over her body. Would she find out the secret behind the noises the staff whispered about, or would she be another story for them to tell? Either way, she needed to find out. Curiosity was getting the best of the young girl.

Perched atop a luxury beach resort, this stunning penthouse offers breathtaking panoramic ocean views. A soft knock on the door brought Brian back to reality. He had spent the last 20 minutes watching the ocean darken, thinking about the new baby girl he met earlier at the pool. Something about her oozed innocence, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. She was hiding something deep and dark. Grinning like the Cheshire cat when he heard the knock, his mouth already salivated and he hadn’t tasted her yet. He had something the young didn’t. Patience.

She waited, wondering about the other side of that door. Would she find all the answers she sought, or would he confirm that her own desires were as shocking as his? Time would tell, but as the door opened, her heart fluttered. He was tall, handsome, and defined. It was at that moment that the difference in the color of their skin intoxicated her. She was the color of warm caramel and him, he was a vanilla delight. Something about the two seemed to blend well together.

“Come in, baby girl. I’ve been waiting,” he said.

As though a little spider crawled up her spine, waves of chills caused her breath to catch in the back of her throat. He was baiting her with words and she was dripping wet with each one revealed. “I hope this is what you meant by dressing nice for dinner?” she asked, spinning slowly in the doorway. The threshold between the hall and the room loomed in front of her. Once she crossed it, would there be a point of no return?

He watched her, his smile curling to one side. She looked delicious and anticipating that first taste made him stop and think of his words before speaking. 

“Baby girl, you could wear a sack and still look good. I approve,” he said. 

Savor The Night

Though the air was thick with need, and he knew the moment she took the first step into his room he could have her. That wasn’t him though. A game of cat and mouse would always win out with him. He wanted to be famished when he took her. Right now, he wanted a taste, but waiting was half the fun. Plus, it was time to make half the men in the resort beg for her attention. Brian loved the idea of having what others craved. 

Her eyes sparked with wonder as she watched the man. His body language spoke volumes. He was confident with his movements, striding across the room with almost an air of arrogance. Her breaths were sharp and fast, her body shook at his scent. 

“Thank you. Are we eating here, or?” she quivered as she spoke.

He laughed, holding out his arm for her. Of course they would be dining out. He wanted to show off his newest possession, plus, getting to know her a little better had the tip of his tongue twitching. 

Reaching for her arm, the older man lace it protectively with his. Would people think she was his baby girl? Or would they assume the white man is escorting a beautiful Nubian Princess for the evening. Either way, she will be calling him Daddy Brian by the end of the evening. He knew that the moment she showed up at his hotel room. She might be young, but she wasn’t stupid. She had to know he wanted her in all the filthiest of ways. 

The hotel, a 5 star resort, held a table for the man without reservation, seating the couple the moment they arrived. Seated in a corner table, she could feel the heat of male and females unable to keep their prying eyes off of them. Ordering drinks the moment they arrived, Brian ordered his usual, and a Shirley Temple for his baby girl. She was old enough to drink there, but he loved the thoughts of otherwise. 

“Sweetheart, tell me about yourself. I want to hear everything about you,” he said.

Wiggling for a moment in her seat, her light brown hues took him in. Never in a million years did she expect to be sitting across the table from this man tonight. Her hands in her lap, fidgeting, she bit her bottom lip at what to say. 

“There is not a lot to say. It’s my first trip away from home by myself. My father is a bit protective over me, and my mother left a few years ago,” she said. “I have a younger sister, but she’s with my mom,” she added.

The moment she mentioned living with her father, he wondered why? Most girls stay with the mom, so why not her? His head spun as he played out all the reasons in his mind. 

“Are you close with your father,” he asked, reaching for her hand.

She slid her hand in his, their skin so different, yet it was a beautiful contrast. Brushing the back of her hand with his thumb in a fatherly manner, his intentions were anything but honorable. There was a familiar throbbing in his groin, but he liked it that way. The need was a welcomed relief and intensified his anticipation.

“Very close. He is a good man,” she whispered, her throat parched.

Grabbing the drink as the waitress sat it down, Adinna savored the cool sweetness. What was it about this man that made her want to confess unspoken words to him? Closing her eyes for a moment, her pulse finally settling to a normal pace, she collected thoughts before continuing.

“I love it just being the two of us. When my mother was there, she was very unhappy that I am a daddy’s girl. My sister is the opposite. She clings to my mother as though she is still connected at the tit,” she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. 

Brian smirked, leaning over the table to whisper against her ear. His lips barely touched the slender shell, “Shhh you look stunning with a blush to your cheeks. You’re making daddy throb.”

Both oblivious to the glances of strangers. Women sulking as the men they dined with couldn’t keep their eyes off the young girl. There was something magnetic about the way she laughed. Almost infectious. A few of those men would get a stern talking to later, but it would be worth it. When you see a one in a million woman, you embrace it. 

She leaned back in her chair as though all air left the room. Was he giving her permission to call him daddy? God, she hoped so. It would be in the way she had hoped to use it for many years, but never dared. Everything she wanted was suddenly happening, all of it coming to be, but she was ready for it? 

Eyes locked, neither saw the waiter standing next to the table until he spoke. They were too lost in the moment to even care what others thought.

“Your order, Sir?” he asked. 

Brian ordered for the both of them, smirking at the girl when he told the waiter to bring his daughter another drink. It was the look on her face and the wiggle in her seat that gave indication that by the end of the evening she would beg for daddy to take every inch of that beautiful young body.

Dinner came and went, the staff paying special attention to the table. They knew the man well, and what he needed. Without asking they brought a tray of seasonal fruit, all sweet and picked to perfection. It was his signature dessert, plus, sweet things in,  cause sweet things to come out. There was a method to his madness and tonight when he nestled himself between those creamy thighs all the secrets she held so deep would spill into his mouth. 

Brian waited until the waiter left to bring a slice of the pineapple to her lips. Holding it on the bottom one, he traced the outline of the soft pillow, staining her lips with a light glaze. 

“Bite it, now!” he said

Adinna bit down on the pineapple, a burst of sweet seduction flooded her mouth. There was nothing in her world that compared to the erotic pleasure she was about to receive. She truly was innocent to the devious ways of the older man. His experience and her untapped hive could prove to be mind blowing to all involved. 

Bite after bite, he fed her the fruit, making sure to dribble a bit down her chin. In closed settings he would lap her clean, but here, he took satisfaction in seeing the tiny trial of sweetness on her face.

Are you ready for part 2? It’s coming very soon. 

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Below is the questions asked, and the results.

Hair

Black: 50%

Brunette 20%

Redhead 10%

Blonde 20%

Tits

A 25%

B 30%

C 30%

D 15%

Weight

95-110 – 20%

110-150 – 60%

150-200 – 15%

200+ 5%

Height

This was to broad to pick. Most said from 5 ft to 6 ft.

Shaved/Bald

No hair – 15%

Bush – 85%

Dominate/submissive

Most agreed that a dominate/aggressive woman would be their preference.

Are you surprised? I can honestly say that I am a little surprised. When we think of the All American woman most would say busty, blonde, with a tiny waist and a big butt. As you can see, that wasn’t the response with the men that I questioned.

According to Vocal Media the list of perfect women include:

Kim Jai-Soo

Zendaya

Deepika Padukone

Bella Hadid

Hande Eurcel

Gal Gadot

Margot Robbie

Emma Watson

Priyanka Chopra Jonas

Lily Collins

My ideal of the perfect woman is a little different than these, though all are beautiful. If I had to choose one woman that to me was the most outstanding in looks, it would be Vivien Leigh. Her beauty was unmatched, but it was her sass that really sunk me. In the role of Scarlet O’Hara she was a force to be reckoned with. Mouth, brash, and knew how to drive a man wild. Those eyes could melt the soul, but the wickedness behind them was devastating.

In all honesty, is there really a perfect woman? No, but some will still take your breath away and frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!

For fun I asked AI to make me the perfect woman using a generator. What do you think?

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I had always dreamed of being part of this world, of feeling my own fur blend against another’s, of indulging in the sensuality that seemed to linger in the very air. And tonight, I wasn’t just an outsider looking in.

At The Crimson Den, the bass throbbed through my chest as I stepped inside. A scent of musk and wildness hung in the air, mingling with the perfume of expensive whiskey and something far more primal. Bodies swayed on the dance floor, pressed together in tangled velvet and intoxicating fur, whispers of promises exchanged in the heat of the moment.

Then I saw him—a man with obsidian fur, lounging in a shadowed booth, eyes glowing like molten gold. His gaze met mine, predatory and knowing. My breath hitched as he beckoned me with a single clawed finger.

I approached, heart hammering. “First time here?” His voice was smooth, laced with something dangerously tempting.

I nodded. “First time… experiencing something like this.”

His lips curved into a smirk as he reached out, trailing a fur covered hand along my wrist, a spark igniting at the touch. “Then let’s make it memorable.”

Led into the back of the club, the world was different. Naked bodies bound to the walls, the feel of that soft texture caressing their bodies. As the music from the club softened, it was the moans that echoed through my ears. Men and women laying face side to the wall, the simulations to sex mesmerized me. I’ve heard of dry humping, hell, I’ve done it, but these people were pressing their most intimate parts into a textured wall. Screams of pleasure and release rattled around inside of my head. Whatever this place was, it seemed to be euphoric for those that visited. The electricity that radiated through the walls sent shivers up and down my spine.

I let myself be drawn into the night, into the heat of fur against fur, bodies tangling in the soft glow of candlelight. In Velvet Hollow, pleasure wasn’t just a moment—it was a way of life.

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“Fuck! Those God damn dogs are barking again!”

Every morning at 6:45 am the neighbor’s dogs yell like the hounds of hell searching for a victim. Sitting straight up in bed, Gypsy covered her ears for the millionth time this month. Until a month ago she could sleep until 8, but the day that damn moving truck showed up everything changed.

Edging her body to the side of the bed, she grabbed a soft pink robe on an oversized Queen Anne chair. It was time to confront the problem, or at the least, yell at the mutt so the owner could hear her anger. It was still dark out for Christ’s sakes. Shuffling through the hall, the moment Gypsy opened the back door she screamed at the top of her lungs, but the last of her words stuck tight in her throat.

“Shut the fu…..”

Across the yard there stood what had to be a 6ft 5-inch male with no more clothing on than the day he was born. Stark naked, his body that of a Greek God, the man turned to the sound of the voice. He never even tried to hide it. Holding a coffee cup to his lips, peering over the brim of the cup, Gypsy could see the amusement on his eyes. Was he fucking smiling? God dammit, that man shook her to her core. Sure, she had seen plenty of naked men, but this one ripped her soul apart without even touching her body.

“Sorry about the noise. Rosco is just saying good morning to the neighborhood,” laughed the male.

Not once did this man even attempt to cover himself. His cock hanging, he didn’t even blink at being caught naked outdoors. Her mouth gaped open only seemed to amuse the man more. His laughter a booming chuckle, he turned to the door and disappeared inside along with the dog.

“What the fuck was that?” Gypsy asked.

She stood there for a moment or two before walking back into her own house, but now she couldn’t unsee it. His perfectly chiseled chest, tight abs, and well, that cock. God damn, if that was soft, she couldn’t even imagine it in an erect state. She had seen a few cocks in her days, but well, that one was impressive.

“How dare that man come outside like that. I could call the cops for indecent exposure,” she laughed.

Instead, she pushed the button on the coffee maker and honestly thought about a cold shower. Her cheeks warm, she placed a hand on one, shivering from the contrast of her hand and face. She was sure he saw her expression. His laughter when he left was downright cocky. Tapping her fingers on the tile counter, hoping to make the old pot drip faster. She had a Kerig on the other side, but there was something about that drip and gurgle of the old machine. Plus, it was seasoned with layers of past pots of that black gold.

A cup poured, she brought the steamy liquid to her lips, shivering the moment her eyes closed. All Gypsy could think about was that man standing there with coffee in his hand and his dick hanging long and proud. He had gotten into her head, and she needed to remove him as quick as he came.

“Alright, enough. Cold shower. Now!” she laughed.

A cold shower was needed, but Gypsy was someone who couldn’t even touch the cold water without her skin aching. Turning the shower on scalding hot, she dropped the robe and walked into the falling lava hot water. That might not take the edge off the anger she felt, but it would shock her system back to some normalcy.

Leaning her head against the shower wall, her hand slid down her belly, not stopping until she reached the soft skin above her pelvis. A sudden flicker of electricity flowed through her entire body, causing a moan to escape. Breathing deep, Gypsy pulled her hand back, pouring a liberal amount of soap in the palm of her hand. A bright floral fragrance filled the shower as the bubbles built in her hand. Biting down on her bottom lip, she slid her fingers down, massaging over her swollen mound. The only thing in her mind was that man. God damn that naked man.

Cupping her pussy, Gypsy curled her little finger, parting her swollen lips. Starting at her tight opening, she slowly moved upwards. How could that stranger get so deep in her head that she found herself masturbating to his image?

“Fuck,” she purred.

Tapping two fingers against her clit, Gypsy felt her own heartbeat beneath the tiny swollen nub. She was soaking wet and not just from the soap on her fingers. Slowly closing her eyes, one hand on the shower wall, she rubbed small sudsy circles around that bundle of nerves. She would need to steady herself or fall to the shower floor in a warm puddle of unforgiving lust.

Imagining that her fingers were that stranger, she pushed three of them in her tight entrance, stretching the tight pink rim. It hurt, but the pain was worth it all. She wanted him to stuff her full of that hard cock and not stop until his seed was buried deep inside her throbbing cunt. At this point it wasn’t a beautiful little pussy, but a carnivorous demanding cunt. Never in her life had she felt this way. Gypsy prided herself on her control, but that was flowing down the drain along with all her self-respect.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged.

In and out her fingers stretched her tiny walls, each thrust bringing her closer to orgasm. She never came quick, but this time the blinding wave of fury rupture her entire being. She was cumming, and it was hard enough to drop her to her knees. God damn, that man burned a vision deep inside of her soul.

DING DONG

Scrambling to her feet, she balanced herself for a moment before grabbing her robe and wrapping it tightly around her. It was 7 am, and unless it was an emergency no one should be ringing her bell!

“What!” she growled, pulling the door open wide.

Standing in front of her was the very same man that had just made her cum. Wearing a pair of shorts and t-shirt, the man knew the moment she opened the door what he had done. That shitty smirk on his face said it all.

“Hey, just wanted to apologize. Are you okay?” he asked.

Nodding her wet head, Gypsy stood in the doorway with sin written all over her face. Her cheeks flushed; she grabbed the door jamb to steady herself before speaking.

“Yes. No worries, just please,” she begged, breathless, “Wear some clothes next time.”

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The night was cloaked in velvet shadows, the air thick with the scent of rain-soaked cobblestones and distant whispers. In the dim glow of antique streetlamps, the city pulsed with a rhythm all its own, a symphony of footsteps, hushed laughter, and the occasional flicker of longing glances.

Gypsy stood at the edge of a crowded terrace, a glass of crimson wine poised delicately between her fingers. Her gaze drifted over the sea of faces, catching fragments of conversations, fleeting expressions, until it landed on him—Adrian. His presence was like gravity, subtle yet irresistible, drawing her in with a force she couldn’t deny. He was a man carved from twilight, his dark eyes reflecting both mystery and danger.

Their eyes met, an electric thread stretching taut between them. He moved with the grace of a shadow slipping through light, closing the distance with each measured step. No words passed between them as he reached her, only the silent language of shared breath and the undeniable pull of attraction.

Adrian leaned in, his voice a velvet whisper against her ear. “Dance with me.”

Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his, the warmth of his touch igniting sparks that cascaded down her spine. They moved through the crowd, bodies weaving effortlessly, as if the universe itself had choreographed their meeting. The music swelled, a sultry melody that seemed to seep into their very skin.

On the secluded balcony, the city stretched below them, indifferent to the storm brewing between two souls. Adrian’s fingers traced the curve of Gypsy’s jaw, a touch as light as a promise yet heavy with intent. His gaze searched hers, not for permission but for confession, the silent acknowledgment of desires long buried.

When his lips met hers, it was not a kiss but a declaration. A slow, seductive pull that unraveled her composure, thread by thread. His mouth was warm, tasting of forbidden dreams and midnight secrets. Gypsy responded, her hands clutching the fabric of his shirt, anchoring herself against the tide of sensation threatening to drown her.

Time fractured, each second stretching into eternity, marked only by the rise and fall of their breath. The kiss deepened, a dance of tongues and whispered sighs, exploring the unspoken truths that words could never capture.

When they finally parted, their foreheads resting against each other, the world seemed altered—tilted on an axis defined by that single, transformative moment. Gypsy’s heart raced, not from fear, but from the exhilarating realization that some encounters were written in the constellations, destined and undeniable.

Adrian’s smile was a ghost of mischief, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. “Until we meet again,” he murmured, disappearing into the night, leaving Gypsy breathless and forever marked by the memory of a kiss that was more than just a touch of lips—it was the ignition of a fire she never knew burned within her.

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Enjoy my little creative story.

Pacing the floors of her home, she was bored out of her mind. At 18, she should be out partying with kids her age, but there was something different about this one. She needed things that a man her age could never provide. Maybe that’s why she preferred them all over 35 years of age. So much time passed since she was with a man. She needed to know she could still get one for some reason. Well, if she wanted one. A few hours of fun was all she needed to get her mind to where she needed.

Thumbing through her phone, the name that stood out was that of a local strip club. One where eighteen was legal, and they had open stage night every Tuesday. Tonight, she would mindfuck someone stranger into oblivion. That was the goal, at least.

Two hours later, the five-foot-ten in blond found herself in the middle of the stage, searching for her victim. She would call him that because by no means would she fuck him tonight. Her pussy saved for a special guest, and there were no VIP’s in sight.

Music blaring, she wore nothing but a pair of red panties, stocking with lace trim, and a thin ribbon around her neck. Though tied in a bow, she was no one’s gift tonight. One more item accented her outfit of choice. A pair of 4 inches spiked red stilettos. Not her normal expensive ones. These would serve one purpose tonight. They were for attention only.

In the center of the stage, a chair sat, waiting. Calling a guy in the front row on stage, she smirked when she noticed the bulge in his jeans. If that were any indication of what he was packing, it would take all she had not to give in to temptations. She pointed to the chair. No words were needed. Tonight she was going to use him for a prop in her little act of self-pleasure.

The music changed, the song was seductive and enticing. As she moved in for the kill, her hips swayed to the beat of the song, never missing a note. Stopping as she approached, her hands slid slowly up her sides, cupping her breasts’ underside in each palm. Not big, nor small, she was a perfect handful. As her tongue traced her bottom lip, she tightened the grip on her tits, pulling forward to grasp her perky nipples between her thumb and forefinger, twisting, yanking, and finally releasing them back with a bounce. She wouldn’t stop till the naturally pink buds changed to a constricted shade of red, her breath coming in shallow pants. The look on his face said it all. This man was mesmerized by the show in front of him.

“Fuck,” he growled.

No, there was no fucking tonight. Just a little tease. She loved being a tease, straddling the male’s lap, one leg on either side. A long grind would start the show. She slid a hand to the back of his neck, yanking his face forward, planting his lips between her tits. With a whisper, she held him there, grinning, “tongue fuck my tits!” Her head dropped back as he rolled his tongue up and down her cleavage, slapping him in the back of the head when he tried to attach to her nipple. “Do it again, and we’re done,” she warned. Tonight was not his show. It was hers. Long licks over her freckled breast, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth for a satisfying approval. His dick strained in his pants as she pushed down repeatedly on the crotch of his pants. Her panties saturated now with her lust.

She yanked his head back once again, looking into his eyes, and her free hand forced three fingers into his mouth, fucking over his tongue with slender digits. “That’s a good boy. Get them nice and wet,” she whispered. Pulling her hand out, she smirked as the next place they landed was down her panties, fingers curled, and pushed into the tight walls of her gripping cunt. Slowly, her fingers pushed to break the invisible seal. A loud guttural moan came from deep within. Each slide of her fingers forced her to contract her walls around them. Juices were pouring out to soak the silk panties she wore, staining his pants with her filth.

“Fuck, fuck my cunt,” she growled. The only one fucking her was her. Each time she pushed down on his hard dick, the jeans forced her fingers in deeper, stretching her walls as the liquid sloshed out and around the tips of her fingers.

His eyes widened, bucking his hips up to meet her growing demands, she screamed out as the first orgasm ripped through her body like waves of boiling lava. Each ripple was forcing her to cry like a wanton little whore. She was, though—a little whore who sought pleasure in only herself.

Satisfied, she pulled her fingers from her panties, forcing them down his throat. That was his payment for the night. He would be allowed to taste what he could never touch. It seems like a fair trade.

She slipped from his lap, laughing at the sight. He was covered in her orgasm and would be left wanting for his own. She would leave him to handle his problem on his own. Remember, there was no VIP’s here tonight.

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“I want to be gang banged and for you to arrange it!”

Not the normal thing you would hear on a Monday morning, but hey, this is his fantasy, not mine. Who am I to deny a man what he has dreamed about all of his adult life. So, I did it. I posted an ad in Grindr. I wanted to see if he got more traffic than the RNC. Doubtful, but I was sure there would be a few guys needing to bust a nut in a wanna be cock whore.

Meet us behind the local Walmart for a cock busting.

What I wanted to say was come participate in getting this slut gang banged, but I didn’t know if that was legal to do. Hell, I am sure a few cops would take a dip in the dirty waters given a chance.

As pretty as a cheap whore on a Saturday night, my “friend” waited for the first one to show up. Remember, this was all his ideal, not mine. I put him in a neon green pair of spandex booty shorts and a crop top. Not normally a cross dresser, he looked out of place. I sat in the car while he leaned against the hood smoking his last cigarette for awhile. The first car pulled up and out came this normal dad looking guy. I could tell right away he was nervous, but that didn’t stop him. Making small talk with my friend, it wasn’t long before my little slut in training was on his knees with his mouth opened wide. God, I love to see a man suck cock.

No sooner had the first one busted than the second arrived. Here we are behind the local Walmart taking deliveries of cum. This one was different though. You could tell he wasn’t going to waste any time. Pushing him over the hood of his car, yanking down the green shorts, and slammed what look like a 9 inch cock into his ass. This was the gang banged sessions that I wanted to see. I have never heard anyone scream so loud when a cock went in as the one I was watching. Every thrust in his ass lifted him a good 6 inches off the ground. Good thing his eyes were closed or he would have noticed the line of cars forming. None of them waiting for the best deals at the Super Store.

Gang Banged bitch dripping cum from all holes.

Two hour later and the new whore couldn’t take anymore. He tapped out, but not until he was dripping cum from all his holes. That walk of shame was epic, but guess who just texted and asked for me to hook him up again this weekend. Happy Labor Day Sex Fest!

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As the sun began to rise, I suddenly remembered why I left the blinds open the night before. Laying next to me was my latest escape. I think his name was Tom, but it could have been Ted. Honestly, I didn’t bother to remember it because I thought this one night stand would end with him leaving in the middle of the night. It wasn’t that I didn’t care for him. I’m not too fond of the early morning awkward goodbye. Something about this man made me want a little breakfast in bed.

As he slept, the outline under the sheet gave me a little hope that he would be dining in as well. His body defined underneath the now ruffled fabric, it was his midsection that caught my attention. Thick, long, and I could even see the large mushroom head of his cock. God, coffee is excellent in the morning, but cock is fantastic.

I traced my finger around his manhood, well, not touching him, but my finger moved as though I was a phantom ghost. Perched on my side, part of the sheet covering my bottom leg, it took all my self-control not to slide over and on while he slept. I was trying so hard not to be rude, but I have never been a sensible woman. Not when it came to men, at least. As much as I wanted him, I allowed this God of a man to sleep in my bed. That right, he would never know he was the first to last all night.

Rolling to my back, my hands refused to obey my mind. I brushed the tips of my fingers over my breasts. My nipples hardened almost immediately. I felt like a naughty teen who was about to get caught touching herself. What if he woke and saw me with my hands in my cookie jar? I’m honestly not shy, but I don’t know my morning lover, so do I care? Not in the slightest.

My fingers traced the pattern of a lover over my flesh, prickles of lust rising in their wake. I imagined his touch on my skin, the way he would take the remnants of the night before the lower he moved. Spreading my legs only a tiny bit, I bit my lip as my fingers teased the source of my heat. Still sleeping, my lover never moved an inch, but I felt as though he was watching me each time I closed my eyes to allow my body to escape into my bed of self-discovery.

As my breathing quickened, my fingers pushed deeper into the puddle of honey between my thighs. My own creation because of the condom wrapper from the night before lay on the nightstand. I might be reckless, but I’m not stupid.

Dipping deeper, I knew that if I was quiet, I could cum without this man even knowing, but wouldn’t it be better if it was him touching me? Too messy to have a second round with a stranger, though I wished for once that I wasn’t so scared of commitment. I was almost panting when the voice to the left of me stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Now, what do we have here this morning? Bad girl playing without me? I really should spank you for that,” he said.

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BBC cock? Why do some women love it, and others fear it? A lot of it has to do with the taboo aspect of that venture. Growing up for some of us was that “talk” from our fathers. Do not mix the waters. Some know what that means, and others are repulsed by it. Yes, I was one who heard that very saying growing up. I guess my Dad didn’t realize that made me what to find out why.

My first experience with BBC was by accident. Yes, accident. I spent a summer at camp at a counselor, and one of the tasks we had was cleaning the showers. On my first trip into the shower area I heard the water running. Since I was in the girls area, I thought nothing of it. Well, never trust that just because you’re in the girls restroom that you won’t see dick.

BBC was not something you see in a girls bathroom, or is it?

Moaning, yes moaning, was coming from the last stall. At first I thought maybe someone was hurt, but I realized that was a moan of pleasure, not pain. I knew that sound very well. I was a very skilled masturbator and often pleasured myself. Panting and grunts were the bread crumbs that forced me to take a peek. Well, that was the shock of a lifetime, well, at that age it was a big deal.

Standing in the shower was one of the male counselors and the pretty little white woman who ran the whole camp. She was down on her knees with that BBC stuffed down her throat. JESUS CHRIST, he was massive. When he pulled back, that cock had to be at least 11 inches long and as thick as a coke can. She was a married woman, and this was not her God fearing husband.

I wonder now if he knew what was going on, or was this a big dark secret?

It didn’t take long for the man to cum, but when he did, it was shocking. Have you ever saw a fire hydrant uncapped to release the pressure? I can honestly say after seeing that, I have. He shot all over that face and that poor woman looked like she was covered with white paint splatter. I slipped out before they could see me, but I will never forget my first, but not my last, experience with BBC.

Let’s talk soon. I can’t wait to whisper more filthy details.

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