My name is Kathy, I'm 26 years old, I'm divorced and for a few years I was the whore of half the city where I live, even though I was married.After discovering my betrayal with his friend, my cuckold was very cold to start a game with me, I will share this part with you.Many arguments happened and I no longer cared about being called a whore, a slut, a bitch…My husband couldn't accept my actions and even though he didn't want to separate, he decided to punish me for each one of them.
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.
Well, that's enough for me! I refuse to read one more line before stopping to eat something. So, everyone, is anyone else feeling excited?Of the eight people in the newsroom at that hour, not much could be expected. The lively crowd had long since left."Oh, Karla, don't take it the wrong way, my dear, but this is not the time! We're super late for closing!" Lui replied.- Maybe... But I'm going to eat something, have a coffee and smoke a cigarette! I'm stuck, I'm going to sleep on the machine soon!
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.
My girlfriend had gone to her parents' house for the weekend. I took advantage of the opportunity to stay in my pajamas all day, without makeup, watching porn and eating junk food. I was just about to touch myself when someone knocked on the door. I thought about ignoring it, but she knocked again. I approached, annoyed, without a bra, my T-shirt showing my nipples. When I opened it, I found her standing there.
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 went to lunch with a couple of friends on a sunny Wednesday. The woman worked at my husband's company and always told me about his dirty dealings with the women there, and I always gave her little gifts to keep me informed.The guy worked nearby and was a college classmate of hers.