Before we get to the facts, a few clarifications. At the time, I was 18 years old, about 5'10", 178kg, athletic, with a light tan, dark hair, and a very typical formal haircut. I was already dating, and my cousin knew about it.Ray was a little older, 21, a tall woman, 5'7", with pale skin, a sharp nose and face, and straight black hair, usually worn in a ponytail. Her breasts were the ideal size, not exaggerated, and what really caught her attention were her thick legs and round butt, thanks to the Muay Thai she'd practiced since her teens.
Dona Cláudia was recently divorced, 39 years old, and there was nothing "Lady" about her. She was a true MILF, always working out at the gym, dieting every day. She was white, blonde, green-eyed, short, about five feet five inches tall, athletic, with silicone implants, and a flat stomach. All toned. Dona Cláudia is the embodiment of the female beauty standard. I always frequented Dona Cláudia's house, even spent time alone with her, but I never had any ulterior motives. Quite the opposite, I always had a lot of respect for her and my friend. I confess I've glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, especially since it's hard not to stare at any hot woman in gym pants, especially when she's working out at home.
I've been friends with him since I was 16. This brother of mine has always been a guy who put himself down and put me above him, in terms of height, appearance and material possessions. As a good friend, I always tried to help his morale, but this behavior of his was still clear.When we were around 18 or 21, we started going to certain clubs, where we both picked up everyone, me always approaching the hottest girls and trying to get the 4 is a match. One of our rules has always been not to pick up the woman the other one has already hooked up with. Until one night, I went alone and ended up with a delicious, chubby, white girl, a great kisser, smelled great, and covered in tattoos (right arm and a rose tattoo on her buttocks).
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.
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
I was 16 when I went for my first exam.When I arrived at the doctor's office, the doctor, a super hot older man, 6'2" tall, about 45 years old, told me to come in and wait for the last appointment because the appointment might take a while because of my young age.
It was a hot Sunday afternoon, the kind where the sun seems to melt everything. My boyfriend texted me: "Get ready, put on a bikini. I'll pick you up so we can enjoy a water park." Little did he know I was already in the mood to tease. I chose my pink bikini, the one that leaves my panties stuck to my butt, highlighting every curve of my body. I wanted him to see it, for everyone to see it.