One of my first ever posts on here was about a weird, yet awesome night I once had with a Thai ladyboy. I was on a business trip in the country, and things led to another and shablammo, things happened. Big whoop. But! Something else happened as well. And that didn’t involve a ladyboy. Or a boy. Or even a lady. Hang on, sit back, and I’ll tell you all about it.
Now for the record: this happened after I had the little penis-plus-boobs-in-one-package adventure. I knew I was going to have to wash away the dirt somehow, and banging a legit female creature was the only option. Bear in mind, that’s not a huuuuuuge issue when you’re 6’7 and blond, but still, it had to be done. Continue reading “I got to fuck that tiny little Asian girl”
This is the story of me and Isabelle. And her mother. It’s not an overly long story, because the build-up towards the climax is a rather dull one. It involved a lot of texting, a lot of nude pictures, and a lot of bragging, before finally resulting in me going to her place (well… her divorced mother’s place).
It wasn’t a romantic meet-up – oh noes. I had only one goal: shoving my dick into a wet teenage (18!) girl, dropping my load and leave her for the next one. She knew, and she was okay with it – but I had to promise to perform the two-finger G-spot move of which I had made her aware. A small price to pay. Continue reading “I Fucked Isabelle And Her Mother Had An Orgasm”
Never have eyes witnessed such sheer perfection as my own did that very moment. I couldn’t help but stare, even though I had done far more than that earlier. Not sure whether she was asleep or not, I sat still and sipped from my coffee as quietly as possible. She hadn’t moved since I got up, so I assumed I was in the clear – for now.
Imagine the prettiest woman alive. She wasn’t that, but for me, at that very moment, she came exceptionally close. The bed sheets barely touched her pale skin, having slid off of the silk-like surface. A thin beam of early sunlight peeked through the curtains and lit up her face. Dark-red, almost black lips began to crackle under the tension of her breathing, which gently nudged her body upwards until gravity took over, starting the whole sequence all over again. Continue reading “Aftermath – Sleeping Beauty”