The house was silent when Luana arrived. I had already prepared everything—the atmosphere, the details, every corner of the room seemed to conspire in favor of what I wanted to happen. She entered with that look of curiosity, mixed with a touch of hesitation, like someone who senses she is about to enter territory that doesn't entirely belong to her, but which, at the same time, she wants to explore."Good evening, Luana," I said, my voice firm but low, letting each word carry authority. She responded with a slight nod, without saying much. I knew that at that moment, any gesture from her already spoke louder than words.
I met this woman in her early twenties while watching one of her Twitch streams. We became friends over time, and her stream grew quite a bit. She's even living alone in a super comfortable apartment, even though it's not very big. Her average viewership is probably between 80 and 150 people. There's a secret "benefit" to her streams for those who support her, whether by being active, donating, helping her out, etc. (I'll talk about that in a moment), but these people become important to her streams.
0 ( 0 )It was a normal Thursday in our routine. I had gone out to take care of some things downtown, and my wife stayed home working. She works in event planning, so part of her work is done from home, through calls to suppliers, purchases, and sometimes calls with clients.Well, while I was still on the street, I received a message from her:"Hi love! Work is stressful today ???? I need to relax... you know, right? lol"Yes, I already knew exactly what she wanted. I replied that I would arrive soon and that she could do whatever she wanted with me.
I have a girlfriend, I really like women and pussy, my girlfriend lacks nothing in bed, sex every weekend, intense, and she cums about 5 or 6 times every time, but I'm "kind of" bi. Why kind of? Because I don't like men, I like dicks. Lol. I'm not attracted to men, men's bodies, whether they're handsome or ugly, zero. But I do like dicks. That one does attract me if it's the way I like it. All of this off the record.
We finished lunch, and as soon as my father left, he didn't like that, my mother called me to the little room in the back where her mini salon was, and there we started the preparations.The theme would be wedding, so I could hope for the best.As always, she started by putting a headband on my head, so that it wouldn't get dirty or even mess up my hair, which in my case was blonde and long.
Our relationship has always been a deep and relentless exploration of the world of BDSM, an intricate dance where I, as Master, proudly observe the mastery with which she, my Dominant, commands not only me, but now also a new submissive we've decided to incorporate into our unique dynamic. This is no mere fantasy; it's a lifestyle, a carefully constructed universe where dark desires and limits are tested with watchmaker precision. In this ecosystem of pleasure and pain, we find a young woman in her early twenties, with ebony hair and green eyes that blended fear and excitement in an irresistible combination. Though inexperienced, she displayed a curiosity bordering on addiction, a thirst for submission she could barely conceal. She was ready to surrender herself to the commands of my partner, this goddess of cruel wisdom whom I so admired.
We entered the specialty together; she's a little younger than me—24, I'm 26. She's not exactly my body type: lightly tanned white skin, small breasts, but with hips that stand out discreetly. Her butt isn't bad at all; you can tell she used to work out. I think it was her smile, her personality, that started to catch my attention.
Alice woke up and lazily turned to the side, blinked a few times until her eyes could focus on the clock on the nightstand, when she managed to focus she saw that it read 7:20, she turned over in bed again and stretched.
I don't want to be a decrepit old man, but rather an active, mature man, and I dedicate myself to working, exercising, eating healthy, and looking good. I'm a divorced forty-something with a daughter in her twenties who lives with me.
Today, responding to an email from a reader of this site who is also a fan of the same fetish, I sent him a photo of my wife's panties and shoes and ended up telling him why I sent the photo