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Journal Entry # 01

By: demigoddess



Apr 2

Butterflies grace me as a tingling in the pit of my tiny stomach, even before I can consciously process – downstairs from the balcony where I stand overlooking the work areas and speaking to my colleagues – the tingle graces me unexpectedly, a half second after my eyes pass over him – tall and mysterious, strong and breathtaking; dark hair and glasses... almost painfully beautiful. I shift my focus – I must work. I am appalled at myself, at my own physiology, realizing he has caused this tingling. Bittersweet is this experience, as I both understand and hate the effects all simultaneously. 

I realize that he will be in my quarters soon, brewing my coffee, only enhancing my affection.

In a secret world, a wonderful dream unfolds before my eyes. I can think of only him, though I try, try to curb the distraction, averting to work again and again. We hustle and bustle about, a twinkle in our eyes when they meet, knowing that we have a special secret, and a strong friendship that others can never seem to grok. Though we've promised time and again, that we must keep our relations neat and professional, keep ourselves and our bodies sacred for our partners, we cannot seem to. My body entices him, my large breasts and manner - brazenly unafraid and sexually experienced. His youth and masculinity enthrall me. His physical features, dark and magnetic, his body strong and yet, gentle. His sexuality so responsive and aware of me, my passion can only grow fonder.

The day wears on and stress proliferates. In this together, as both good friends and bonded colleagues, we experience pure hysteria in our workday – unhappy colleagues, unhappy bosses, unhappy customers, and webs of ridiculous paperwork. Yet the weight of the workplace is upon our shoulders, for us to problem solve each question and demand.

On trips out of town, to restaurants, and in our offices after hours, our hands are roaming constantly, our passion, insatiable as we forget the day's rigors and the real world. I am fascinated by his power, his energy, his masculinity in ways that are both insatiable and forbidden. He is forbidden, and so am I.

In the car, he kisses me, his lips charming and sweet - I breathe him in and taste his lips. We could hardly wait for this moment together, to release the stress of the common day. I feel as if I have been asleep for a thousand years and am just awakening. Feeling him, touching him as his lips warm me, enveloped in his sweet smell and taste - his scent is perfectly clean, as perfect hygiene is something for which I am always fond. In the restaurant during our luncheon, he could not keep his hands from me. Under the table, on my thigh and inching its way under my waistband, his touch feels as natural to me as breathing. I am electrified, and we leave the restaurant in a hurry.

This time we park after lunch. I bend my leg, lifting my skirt slightly. I am able to tease the fabric of my girl boxer shorts, pushing it to one side, which exposes the fleshy carnation within my thighs. He has long awaited this, and only hopes for more. Exploring, teasing and caressing the outside, he strokes me until I am breathing heavily and moaning with great pleasure. He comments that he loves the sight of my flesh, that it is perfect and pretty – his fingers delve within, and I can feel involuntary muscles contracting and responding as my back arches and I cannot help moaning insatiably. I almost cannot look into his sweet face -- for he is too beautiful with dark eyes beaming deeply from beneath his oval glasses. Continuing for several minutes, Micah is hot, too... obvious when I cast a peek at his trousers, tented and bulging. "I just want to Fuck you...so... bad..." I say... knowing that we cannot, and probably will not. He agrees, "so do I, you are so fucking sexy..." I am shy and laugh like a child. I reach out and squeeze the bulging of his trousers. He likes this, but too much will leave him with an aching desire. Alas we must return to work. 

Micah and I have both determined that the outcome of our romance, should it be

discovered, is the ultimate demise of existing relationships, our lovers, his and mine. This is our tragedy, we fight with ourselves to play according to the rules, but alas our spirits our weak within it. Twice as we were alone together, we acted scenarios like curious children creating play rehearsal. He requests, jokingly, that I present beautiful breasts to him. One day, I obliged his request... which surprised him, and me, when he approached and touched me, suckling and fondling them excitedly.

We kiss and play with our bodies, always at least partially clothed. We have dreamt of one another, and shared such dreams enough times that they may as well have been real enough. We act out our dreams, I lay across his manager's desk on my belly, as if I am opening to him, waiting to be filled with him. Again he has my skirt cropped on the small of my back. He wants for my fleshy nude body so badly, I can feel it. We fear being caught by stragglers in the building, it is a large building with creaks and strange sounds when the workers have all gone home. No matter that our offices are seated privately. 

The fear both feeds my desire and suffocates it all at once. To my utter surprise he exposes his glaive. I cannot allow it to penetrate me; I want for it so badly but am too frightened of pregnancy or the prospect of being caught and fired – and losing my man, my true love if discovered. Oh but I want so much to please him, to feel his pulsation and pleasure consuming my senses. 

His office window is set slightly high, therefore I fall to my knees and tease his glaive, beautiful and prophetic, with my lips and tongue. I am in for several slides of my mouth – which feels amazing stroking him, causing him such pleasure that he moans and whispers my name. When he calls my name, or calls me "baby", I am especially enticed and know i am pleasing. He gives in within seconds, exploding waves of pleasure, which as I slide up and down, I catch – following the rhythm of his spasm and taking care to position my mouth and head to maximize his sensation as he cums for moments on end. 

He falls seated, light headed. I realize just after he finishes that I am late for my appointment. I quickly run out, kissing him once tenderly as I leave with my sweater and handbag.

On the first occasion, we parked at an abandoned building in a small town where I proceeded to lick and suck him off as he caressed and kissed my large breasts. He cannot get enough of them – and that beautiful cock exposed itself magically in the daylight – I could not help but twirl my tongue around its top, driving him crazy all the while as I then take it all into my mouth. I look up at him slightly, as I put my tongue out, licking and flicking him wildly in between strokes. He can hardly stand this -- tells me he is going to explode - I always love when he tells me – and I am ready to make him scream with pleasure. He cannot stave off the temptation to cum wildly... for our desires have built upon themselves and over and over all day. For the remainder of the day we laugh and smile, he cannot take his hands off of me – nor his eyes... until again when we find ourselves in the presence of others at the worksite. Time is of the essence and our actions are executed quickly so as not to arouse suspicions.

All I can think about is fucking him, and he, pressing into me with force and wild abandon. I imagine presenting my breasts to him, without worry of uninvited eyes, and allow him to shake them and kiss them long into the night, complimenting my nipples for their size and response as he manipulates them. I imagine he puts his lips near my very flesh, kissing and sucking at my pink parts until I explode into volumes of sweet honey. 

For one night, what would i give to feel passion in his arms and his sex, insatiable... i envision just for an evening. Then returning to our lovers, returning as friends... always with the passion lingering on in our minds...

Journal Entry 12/7/97



*** The names have been changed to protect the innocence... uh... the privacy of the participants. Enjoy! ***

My best friend came to visit Friday night. He sported a wool cape. It was short and fastened with silvery brooches. The color was that of green maple leaves in mid-summer. Black leather gloves, the kind you see in the Renaissance Fair, covered his large masculine hands. His glossy spiral locks of dark coffee hair streamed down to his shoulders. He had a thin moustache on his face and a fresh scar on his chin he received when he fell 30 feet to the ground while putting up Christmas lights for his family. His appearance was far from perfect, but it was those flaws and quirks that made him all that more appealing. It was a nice sight to have in my front door, but I wanted him even more in my bedroom.

We kissed as if we were starved for some elusive nectar that resides inside our mouths. As we kissed, we fell to the carpeted floor and soon after he discovered that underneath my red sweater and red corduroy jeans, I was wearing a fishnet body stocking. It was a new surprise for him. Although he had made love to a respectable number of women in the past, they were for the most part, your average Midwestern, bra and panty type of girls. After I shed my outer layer of clothing, I decided to enjoy a treat. I took a rose with a 24-inch stem from a nearby vase. Its petals matched my red wine lipstick to a tee.

"I'm shy," I told my lover with a coy smile as I undressed him and removed his brown lace-up boot moccasins.

"You don't look shy," he told me as I invited him to my bed. I lay with my head at the edge of the bed. When he stood up, I took the length of his manhood inside my mouth. He moaned once and closed his eyes. I ran my lips and tongue up and down his shaft, making sure to pucker, so he would not feel my teeth. I bobbed my head up and down and he gently caressed my black hair, keeping in rhythm with me. The bulb throbbed violently and the flavor of pre-cum already covered my taste buds. 

He did not want to climax prematurely, so he asked me if I wanted his talented tongue inside my cunt. I could not resist the offer. I leaned back and spread my legs. Not only was I enjoying his amazing oral talents, but I also enjoyed watching him. Sometimes, he would shake his head and tongue. He would also savor my juices by flicking his licker as quickly as he could. My favorite trick involved his lips gently pinching my clit and rolling it about until I came. 

After the oral pleasure, I had him lie supine on my double bed. I asked him to be still. I took the rose and plucked each petal, saying, "He wants me. He wants me not." As each petal fell on his flesh, I licked the areas that surrounded them. His penis grew larger and redder. This was evidence of how effective my method of torture was. When I was satisfied he could not get any harder, I asked him,

"How much do you want me?"

He replied thoughtlessly, "I almost want to rape you." He caught himself saying such a dreadful thing and apologized.

I understood what he meant. I shushed him by placing my index finger on his lips. "It's not rape if I am consenting." A look of relief overtook him. I continued, "I can struggle if you want to play that game." His hazel eyes bugged out. "What are you waiting for, come get me." He pounced on me without even bothering to take off my outfit. I suppose it didn't matter, because the fishnet catsuit was crotch-less anyhow. We wrestled playfully. He tried opening my legs and I tickled him in return. Finally, he got me to straddle him, and I rode him appreciatively.

After enjoying my bouncing breasts, he lay me down on my back and lifted my legs, so my knees almost touched my cute little tits. He went all the way inside my tight and wet vagina. He was still not used to being able to go all the way inside most women. He had a tendency of intimidating them with his bountiful member. I personally did not mind him, as I enjoyed the increased sensations a tiny hole and a big cock caused me to have. 

He started slowly, but as he increased his speed, my poor little pussy got tighter and wetter. He licked my nipples through the fishnet. He did not seem to mind. It was a good thing we were the only two people in the house. My screams of pleasure were loud enough to cause the neighbor's dogs to bark. My muscles squeezed him so tightly when I came, that they nearly ripped his condom right out of his huge member. He seemed quite surprised because this had never happened to him before. Had he been a lesser man, I would have worried. It wasn't my first time removing a rubber by orgasm power alone. 

Luckily, it did not come off all the way and I had back ups, so we relaxed, replaced the condom and fucked even harder, this time from the back.

I knelt down with my little rump raised high. He pumped me as deeply and vigorously as he could. With one had he worked my clit, and with the other hand he fondled my breasts. I looked back at him, moaning and sweating. I felt so good, I almost felt like crying. He was so handsome. He was slim, yet muscular. He had the build of a surfer, but he also possessed the brains of a poet, for he spoke sweet yet arousing words that almost made me gush. When he nibbled on the back of my neck, I could not help but come again. I collapsed from the sheer intensity. He asked me if I would like to watch some anime. I ran downstairs to the living room. He chased after me with a videotape in hand.

On the corner sofa, I took off my catsuit and laid my head on a little square pillow. My friend put the video in the machine, but did not turn it on. Instead, he knelt in front of me and massaged my legs. When he got to my inner thighs, he nestled his tongue inside me once again. Perhaps I was being a bit greedy, but I wanted to cum again. He asked me with a wicked smile, "Do you want to help me cum?" Poor guy, I forgot all about him. His stamina had prevented him from getting to his climax. Oh well. I figure we both wanted to get to our peaks, so I gave him an open invitation and he took it. I took his rock-hard cock in my snatch and his tongue in my mouth.

Both of my hands were squeezing his gorgeous ass, pushing into down to make sure he could go as deep inside me as possible. I would've made a lot of noise again, but I was too busy rolling my tongue around his mouth. He kept fucking me and fucking me until I came again. I was exhausted, yet I could not have stood it if he had stopped. My walls were throbbing violently. He stopped kissing me, so he could catch his breath. I was squealing and hyperventilating myself. Finally, it happened. 

I felt him grow larger and quiver inside me. I could not stand it. I came one last time in synch with him. He whipped his head back, and my entire body arched underneath him. I was still shaking when he withdrew. He showed me his used rubber. It was halfway full. After he threw it out, I licked his member clean. It was a little softer, but it refused to go limp. We kissed one last time for the night, covered ourselves in a blanket, popped open some Sprite sodas, and watched the goofy Japanese cartoon in each other's arms.



Journal Entry 167 - 05/15/1984



Today I took off work so I could go on the tour of Orford Castle I signed up for last week. My boss will be pissed, but what the hell. I'm only here in England for a few years, so I want to see and do all I can in that time. That's the trouble with being in the military overseas. They want you to be like slaves, bustling to and fro, carrying out the mundane business of fetching, carrying and maintaining. But not today, not for me. I'm off to see the castle!

At the tour office I went in and received my boarding pass for the coach we were taking. It was a very large, very comfortable one with giant windows that allowed one to see all facets of the countryside as it went by. 

"Here, Mr. Jones, is your boarding pass," said the tour guide in her lilting British accent. "The number on the pass correlates to the number on the side of your coach. Match the numbers, and you will be on the proper coach."

"Thank you," I said as I left the room.

I found the coach and boarded. I sat there in my seat looking out that giant window at the bustling crowds on the streets. 

"Hello, is this seat taken?" said a voice. I looked around and there stood a strikingly beautiful, rather buxom brunette.

"N-no," I stammered, "it's perfectly free. Please, take it." I'd had my small leather bag on the seat and I then lifted it out of her way. There was something about this woman that made me stare at her like an idiot for a few moments.

"Is something the matter, Mr., ah . . . ."

"Jones," I spoke up abruptly, "Jones is the name. Just call me Jim, please. Everyone does."

"Well, hi, Jim," she said, offering her hand, "glad to know you. I'm Peggy."

We started talking, and before I knew it, I felt like I'd known her forever. We talked about a little of everything, confiding personal secrets even. The time went so fast we were at the castle before we knew it.

The coach parked and we were all marshalled into the front of the castle. We got the standard briefing about not touching this and that, staying together, etc. Then we went in.

Peggy and I stayed together, talking as we went through the building.

"Could you imagine living in a house this big and drafty?" she asked.

"Frankly," I said, "I think it might have been pretty neat back then, if you were a person of some importance, that is."

"Yeah, like the king and queen!" she laughed. We could hear the tour guide's steady monotone as she gave her practices, memorized oration of all the features of the place.

"Notice the size of this table. Of course, it's not the same round table of legend in King Arthur's court, but it served much the same purpose for the sovereign who lived here."

We then went up a very narrow flight of stone stairs. Arriving at the top, the guide grouped us all up again. Then we went into what was once His Majesty's bed chamber.

"This little door goes into the kings privy. It was his personal loo. That's the same as bathroom for our American tourists."

We all took turns going into the little bathroom and looking around it. Peggy and I were the last of the party to go in the loo. It was quaint, to say the least. 

We lingered there as the rest of the group continued the tour. Just looking at her luscious body in those tight fitting pants, perfect in every detail, gave me a visible hardon that showed it size and length down my rather tight trouser leg. She saw it immediately. We looked into each other's eyes, and we both saw the same thing. 

"You know," Peggy said in a husky voice, "I've always wanted to get fucked in a place like this, while on a tour." 

Without uttering another word, we moved together, kissing, fondling and caressing each other all over as our passion built. We both dropped our trousers and underwear. The little place was so tiny that there was only going to be a limited range of movements for us. Her hand fluttered down to my cock, gently squeezing it, slowly jerking it. I got a handful of soft curly hair as I searched for her slit with my fingers and found it wet, hot and with very generous labia. I was going to really enjoy seeing if the whole twelve inches would fit. While we kissed, my cock stretched out in front of me and Peggy just opened her legs and let it slide between them. It jerked in anticipation as It made contact with her wet slit and I felt the heat from her. She started to slowly saw her pussy along the top of my shaft. Then she turned around and bent over the wash basin table and I came at her from the rear.

"We have to hurry babe, the tour will be back soon." she said to me.

"Ok," I said, "but I warn you, I just might want to see you tonight."

With that I guided the tip of my cock to her spread, waiting vaginal lips. Gently, I entered her and heard her intake of breath. Her vaginal lips seemed to grab on to my cock and squeeze a little. I started to stroke gently, going deeper with each movement. 

"UMMmmphf," she said as I was about 8 inches into her. Her hand reached behind her and she grabbed my cock and held it. Her hand kept me from pushing deeper into her, so I figured she was at her limit.

As time was running out for us, I started stroking faster, faster, and faster. We were both doing our best to suppress the noises of ecstasy that we want to release, but we would have surely been heard. 

"Eeeeeich," she said, "I'm---cum---cumming!"

When she said that I had to go for dumping my load too. The only problem was, I couldn't cum unless I could feel the base of my cock against her pussy. I decided to go for it. I shoved past the 8 inch mark, and all the way into her tight, creamy little snug fitting snatch. There was a harsh intake of breath and then she grasped the table with both hands.

"Ah, haaaaa!" she cried.

Her greedy pussy lips encased the base of my shaft tightly and I emptied my load inside her. We both went limp and helped each other to stand and get dressed, hurriedly. We could hear the tour coming in our direction, and decided to wait and let them pass by the toilet before coming out and bringing up the rear.

Back on the tour coach we took our seats and sat quietly for some moments. Wen we did attempt to speak, we both started at the same time.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, "you go first, please."

She reached and took my hand in hers. "That was great, back there." she said as she planted a little kiss on my hand.

Looking deep into her hazel eyes, I replied, "It was mind blowing for me too." I kissed her hand. We talked more, about different things as the coach wound it's way through forested roadways filled with scenic treats of unbelievable beauty.

"Still want to see me tonight?" she asked. I did, very much want to see her, and not just tonight.

"Oh, yes," I answered, "can you? I mean, are you free?"

"Yes,"

"Then why don't we plan on dinner. Seven good for you?"

"Seven will do just fine," she said, smiling across at me. Reaching into her bag she took out a card and reached it to me. 

"Just show up at that address. It's my home. We'll have dinner there." she said.

I put the card in my pocket.

"You know," she said, leaning her head on my shoulder, "I never took a dick that long before in my life, didn't think I could."

"Oh," I started, "I'm so sorry about that. I hope I didn't hurt you!" 

She just turned her lovely face up to look into my eyes. She gave me a big smile. 

"Do you think you could do that again?"



Journal Entry of a Single Mom



Yeah, I know I'm supposed to be on a diet. I know that I want to get my life straight before I got into the big world of dating again. I want to look my best, have my home straight, and have the kids in the correct frame of mind before I bring a new man into their life. But quite honestly, how am I supposed to do that when I feel like this several days in a row?

You might ask yourself, what is she talking about? Alright; here it is plain, simple, and direct... I'm horny and I'm lonely! You try spending five freaking years without male contact of any kind (with the exception of very few hugs from male family relatives). 

So I'm sitting in front of the computer trying to harvest my crops and trees in Farmville, when I get a hankering for something. Not sure what so I get a banana from the kitchen, sit back in front of the computer and slowly, with big mouth filling bites, eat the banana. Then I'm working my zoo on Facebook and I get another hankering, something warm this time. So I make a quick egg sandwich. Mmm ... warm, salty; and I know it's weird but instead of biting my pieces with my teeth, I use my lips. Little while later I'm catching up on postings on the IFC club, and I notice I'm slowly rubbing my finger over my lips. Sensually my finger traces my lips over the top, around, and then across the bottom. Then I get that feeling again, a hunger. But not in my stomach but ... how can I describe it. It's like my tongue feels lazy and should be doing something, my arms feel cold and need something around them, and slowly that need between my legs begins to ache. So I go to the kitchen and stuff my face some more hoping that maybe eating will distract me away from what I'm really craving.

Then I go to bed and toss and turn thinking that I feel too hot. I take off my pajama pants, still too hot. I take off the top and try to get comfortable, half naked under the sheets; still not comfortable. My panties aren't tight, but for some reason the elastic around my waist and legs just don't feel right and I take that off too. So I toss and turn on the bed, and finally feel comfortable belly down with a pillow running length-wise down my body. I can feel the cotton fibers of the pillow rubbing up against my breasts. I feel the bed sheet as it moves up and down my back and buttocks as I adjust around the pillow.

A restless night followed by another day at work. I sit at the computer, my attention keeps getting distracted. Memories of men in my past that have kissed me and touched me the way my body is craving. I pop a CD in the computer drive, hoping to get my attention focused back on work. Minutes later as I wait for the printer to finish a task I notice that I'm absentmindedly caressing the tops of my breasts along the open square neck. A bit embarrassed I take a look around to make sure no one saw; somehow it looks like no one saw. Still about a half hour later the hunger returns, get up to the vending machine and get a cinnamon roll (sweet and gooey). About another thirty minutes later the hunger returns and it's still another hour before lunch. I pull a Tootsie Pop out of my drawer and suck on it; it's big, round, and my tongue loves wrapping itself around it.

Now I'm back home, put the kids to bed, and sitting in front of the computer while watching the television at the same time. We had dinner, yet I still went ahead and had as well a slice of leftover chocolate cake, left over pumpkin cake, cheese sandwich, and I'm half way through a glass of wine thankful that tomorrow is a holiday because I can't go to sleep. I don't want to go to my empty cold bed. How I crave a man that could kiss me the way my lips yearn to be kissed. Starting with a slow and sweet caress from lip to lip; then the kiss becomes more intense, hot and passionate. That will hold me with a sweet embrace, then pin me down against the bed as he explores all over my body. His member slowly slides into my sheath, rocking slowly in and out; then with increased rhythm until we are crying out in pleasure.

Yeah, I'm supposed to be on a diet. But is a single mom supposed to do in this day and age? Either meet up some strange man and have some wild sex, that probably won't be as good as if there was some actual intimacy? Or keep eating in the hopes to distract myself long enough to perhaps forget?

I don't have the answers to that yet, but perhaps someday...



Journal Entry: Our First Meeting



This story contains scenes of a non-human nature.

March 23, 1878

My nightly prowls had begun to bore me. The same people passing by, the same potential victims. Constancy has a very depressing effect on me.  Times like these I hated my need as it became an annoyance instead of my desire for pleasure. 

As I was about to give up for the night and break into my private supplies, I came across the most interesting sight. These two men had no idea I was watching, or enjoying the sight. The smaller of the two, had short blonde hair wearing a t shirt and jeans, was on his knees in front of a larger older man, who was in his late 50s. The older man's head was tilted back as his "suitor" for the night slid his lips back and forth on his cock effortlessly. His groans got louder as more of his prick was taken down the young man's throat. I could smell he was close to orgasm, the perfect chance. I struck without warning, he never knew what hit him. My teeth sank fast and hard puncturing into his essence.

As I was feeding, I looked down and the younger boy was watching and still sucking him off faster. Our eyes locked as we both fed. The young man got his fill first as with the man's last breath he exploded into the boy's mouth.  He got off his knees and watched as I finished. The smell of cum was rolling out of his mouth on the wind of his breath. I could tell he was not afraid in the least. 

He moved closer and put his small hand on my chest. His warmth was amazing. He kissed me as we shared the blood I had just taken. My tongue invaded him, tasting every corner, savoring the remnants of the cum in his mouth . I could feel his hand move down my stomach around to my back. I pushed into him, my cock straining to be set free. He obliged without a word and slid his hand down my pants and gripped my shaft. His skills were impressive as he stroked and squeezed my throbbing cock. I took my pants down and his mouth engulfed me, as I had seen him do to my victim a few minutes ago. His mouth was even more skilled than his hands, licking my head and teasing the spots on my shaft. His hands grabbed desperately at my balls, trying to squeeze every moan out of me. He finally took all of me down his throat and began to move back and forth, sliding his tongue along the shaft with every movement.

I ran my hands through his tussled hair, guiding him at just the right speed to prolong this encounter. He effortlessly took my entire length on every stroke, making it very difficult to not grab him, bend him over, and take him. I knew he was not ready for that, so I enjoyed his desire to please me. My hips began to thrust, as I pumped into his mouth harder until my release was pending. My new toy (unknowingly to him) sensed this and his movements became faster and more deliberate.

Reaching his hand up to join his mouth he began to pump my throbbing cock in a blur, literally fucking me with his lips. I started pouring into his mouth shooting my cum deep to the back of his throat. As I can cum much more than mortal men, he gagged a bit and had trouble taking it all and some ran down his chin. He looked up in amazement and I gazed down at him. "My new slave", I thought to myself as my hands ran through his short blond hair and grazed along his cheek.

He stood up and started to unzip when I stopped him. I couldn't use normal means to please him, as it would lead to very bloody consequences. He was not ready to be part of my family just yet. My hands moved to his head as I instructed him to close his eyes. He moaned as I assaulted his dick through his mind,. touching and fucking him into mental ecstasy. His screams echoed through the alley as his own cum exploded from his throbbing cock, drenching him in a flood of pleasure he never knew before. By the time he caught his breath and opened his eyes...I was gone. He was dismayed and sad at my hasty departure, but for some reason he knew he would see me again.



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