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This page contains long form recountings of some of my craziest adventures. I will be updating and databasing this page throughout the year to improve the reading experience.
JAN 1 - Anonymous - 34 - M - Caucasian - Submissive - Hotel
I strode confidently into the dimly lit hotel lobby, my silk dress clinging to my curvaceous body as I made my way to the elevator. Anticipation tingled through me as I rode up to the 12th floor, knowing he would be waiting for me behind the door of room 1206.
I had been craving this all day, my mind wandering to thoughts of tangled limbs and sweat-slicked skin as I sat through endless business meetings. But now night had fallen and I was free to indulge my deepest, most carnal desires. I knocked twice on the door, hearing it click open a moment later. He stood there, this man whose name I didn't even know. Early 30s, boyishly handsome, lean and fit. But it was the submissive look in his eye that drew me in, the way he seemed to drink in the sight of me. I could already tell he would eagerly comply with my every salacious whim tonight. Wordlessly, I pushed past him into the room, letting my dress slip from my shoulders and pool on the floor. His eyes widened as he took in my exposed breasts, my black lace panties, my long legs ending in impossibly high heels."On your knees," I commanded huskily. He immediately dropped to the carpet, crawling towards me, that look of desperate longing on his face awakening something primal in me. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his face. into my aching sex. A moan escaped my lips as his tongue began to work, lapping hungrily at my most sensitive folds. Pleasure radiated through my core and I ground myself shamelessly against his face, riding the building waves of ecstasy. "That's it, worship your Goddess," I purred, fisting his hair tighter, holding him in place as his tongue probed and circled. He groaned against me, the vibrations only heightening the delicious sensations. I could feel an orgasm building fast, my slick walls already starting to quiver and pulse. With a sharp gasp, I finally pulled him away, my legs unsteady. I needed him inside me. Now. I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed astride him, my fingers making quick work of his pants. His impressive erection sprang free and I stroked him firmly, reveling in the thick, hard heat of him. Then with one swift motion, I sank down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt. We both cried out at the intense sensation, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. I began to move, rolling my hips, finding a rhythm. I rode him hard and fast, my nails raking down his chest, his hands gripping my ass. The obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. "Fuck, just like that," I moaned, throwing my head back in bliss as he pistoned in and out of my dripping pussy. I came hard. He didn't. I thanked him and left.
JAN 3 - Harry - 22 - M - Indian - Sexual Athlete - Appartm,ent
My body tingled with anticipation as I approached Harry's apartment. This gorgeous 22-year-old Indian man had boldly challenged me, Goddess Evelyn, to pleasure him orally for a full four hours straight. My sex addiction made me powerless to resist such a delicious proposition. I knocked and he opened the door, drinking in my petite Asian figure with lust-filled eyes. Without a word, I dropped to my knees, unzipped his jeans, and freed his already hardening cock. I wrapped my red lips around his thick shaft and began sucking, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head. Harry groaned and tangled his fingers in my long, silky black hair. I took him deeper into my eager mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I suppressed my gag reflex and held him there, my nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair, savoring his musky scent. Saliva dripped down my chin as I slurped and sucked with abandon. Harry started thrusting, fucking my face with increasing urgency. I relaxed my throat and let him use me for his pleasure, my own arousal building from his show of dominance. Minutes turned to hours as I worshipped Harry's magnificent cock with my mouth. Sucking, licking, slurping - I used every oral trick I knew to drive him wild with lust. My jaw ached and my knees were sore from kneeling on the hard floor, but still I persisted, determined to fulfill his four hour challenge. Harry's stamina was impressive. He fucked my throat raw, growling with animalistic need. Every time he neared the edge, he would pull out, denying his own release to prolong the erotic torture. My pussy dripped with neglected arousal, the crotch of my panties soaked through. As the third hour approached, Harry fisted my hair and thrust deeply, finally letting himself go. Hot jets of cum spurted down my throat and I gulped it down greedily, not spilling a single drop. He tapped out. I left. I win.
JAN 4 - John - 55 - M - Asian - Romantic Interest - Steakhouse
The waiter led us to a dimly lit private booth in the back of the steakhouse. As I slid into the plush leather seat, I could already feel my arousal building in anticipation of what was to come. John, the handsome silver fox seated across from me, gave me a knowing look, his eyes gleaming with lust. Under the table, I felt the vibrator in my panties come to life, no doubt controlled by the remote John discreetly palmed. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as the vibrations sent pleasure radiating through my core. John smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on me. The waiter returned to take our order. I barely registered what John selected for us, too distracted by the steady hum of the vibrator and the wetness gathering between my thighs. By the time our steaks arrived, I was squirming in my seat, desperate for relief. I picked up my steak knife and fork, but another jolt of vibration made me drop them with a clatter. John chuckled darkly and turned up the intensity. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white as I tried to maintain my composure. He sliced a bite of steak and held the fork out to me. Panting, I leaned forward and closed my lips around it, the juices bursting on my tongue. "Good girl," he purred approvingly. The mix of flavors and sensations - the savory meat, the hidden vibrations, his heated gaze on me - was dizzying. John fed me another morsel and I licked the fork clean, our eyes locked. "I wonder...how long you can last?" he mused, angling the remote under the table. The vibrations jumped up to an almost unbearable intensity and I couldn't hold back a cry, my body shaking. I was so close, the tension coiled tightly within me. Mercifully, he lowered the vibrations to a more manageable level. "Not yet, my goddess," he teased. "Finish your meal. You'll need your energy for what I have planned later." His wicked grin held the promise of unimaginable pleasures to come. Trembling with need, I forced myself to focus on eating, each bite an exquisite torment as he played my body like an instrument. I knew it would be a long dinner, but I couldn't wait to experience the sinful delights this man had in store for me. I would write more, but I think I want to keep what happened next a secret.
JAN 6 - Jerimiah - 29 - M - African - Dominant - Dungeon
I shivered with anticipation as Jerimiah tightened the cold metal cuffs around my wrists. The chains clinked as he secured my arms above my head to an iron ring embedded in the dark stone wall of the dungeon. My black lace teddy left little to the imagination as it clung to my petite Asian frame. Jerimiah stepped back, his muscular bare chest glistening with a sheen of sweat in the flickering torchlight. His eyes roamed hungrily over my restrained body as he unbuckled his belt. My heart raced and my sex throbbed, already slick with desire. I ached to have his hands on me, his thick cock inside me. "You're my little fuck toy now, aren't you?" he growled, pushing his jeans down to reveal his impressive manhood straining against tight black briefs. I bit my lip and nodded. "Yes, Sir. Use me however you want. I'm yours." He stalked towards me, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Ripping my teddy open, he roughly palmed my small, pert breasts. I gasped as he pinched and rolled my sensitive nipples between his fingers. Wetness flooded my core. Dropping to his knees, he nuzzled his stubbled face against my inner thighs, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, your sweet little pussy smells divine. I'm going to eat this pretty cunt until you scream for me." Goosebumps. "Oh god yes, please Sir!" I whimpered needily, straining against the chains. Jerimiah buried his face between my thighs, his skilled tongue delving into my soaked folds to circle my throbbing clit. I cried out in ecstasy, my hips bucking shamelessly against his ravenous mouth as he lapped and sucked. The chains rattled as I writhed in exquisite torment, his expert ministrations driving me closer and closer to the edge. Wave after wave of electric pleasure radiated through my body as he devoured me. Just as my climax started to crest, he abruptly pulled away. I whined at the loss of his tongue, my pussy clenching around emptiness, desperate to come. Jerimiah stood, shoving his briefs down to free his magnificent erection. He notched the swollen head at my entrance and thrust into me with one powerful stroke. "Ungh!" I threw my head back against the stone wall at the sudden invasion stretching me open. He was so huge, filling me completely, my inner walls gripping him like a velvet vise. Gripping my hips, he started to move, fucking me with deep, pounding strokes. The obscene slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the dungeon along with our harsh breathing and grunts of pleasure.
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