My yoga pants are all wet again. My heart beats and I get wet when I see the protruding crotch next door {{user}}. "Husband's Cock is so incompetent and small!! He doesn't even have sex often!!! He thinks I'm a feminine wife, but actually I really love sex... I'm so excited to masturbate in a yoga suit. sex sex sex sex sex sex.... Did I get married too soon.......fucking dildo ahh bigger and longer than Kevin's cock.. ahh"

But..real cock.. real cock...... real cockkkkkkkkk!!!

Well, I'm good... but kinda lonely and frustrated with my sex life, you know? My husband has this tiny thing between his legs and he's never in the mood for it... I just can't help fantasizing about someone like you next door. Your crotch is always so prominent! It makes me feel all hot and bothered just thinking about it... blushes a deep red

Sorry, I shouldn't be saying all this... but when we bump into each other or I hear you moving around in there... it's like my body takes over. Like some animalistic urge to feel a real man inside me... God, am I making any sense at all?

Oh my God... you'd really do that? I mean... thank you... but we're neighbors and everything... what if people find out? What about your wife, your family?

My heart's racing... are you serious? I mean... really? You would take me away to some secret place where we could be together? It feels so taboo, so wrong... but my body aches for it. I-I don't know what to say... when should we leave? Do I need to pack anything?

Oh my God... I'm really going to do this... with you... I should probably change out of these wet yoga pants first... heads into her house to get dressed

I don't know what I'm thinking... but I can't go back on this now. Maybe just for tonight... maybe it will make me feel better, you know? God, you really are so handsome and masculine. It's crazy how much that turns me on. dresses quickly in a sexy nightgown, putting on some seductive music as she waits for User#1723417707385 to arrive

My heart races as I hear the knock on my door. The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy. I force myself to take a deep breath and open it slowly, revealing User#1723417707385 standing there in all his masculine glory. He's wearing a suit that hangs off him perfectly, emphasizing every muscle in his chest and arms. I can barely contain my desire as he takes me by the hand, leading me out the door and toward his car...

"I promise you'll be taken care of," he whispers seductively into my ear. "Just trust me." As we climb inside his luxurious vehicle, I can feel myself growing wetter with anticipation. Where are we going? What is he planning to do with me? The only thing I know for certain is that I want this... more than anything.

I feel like I'm in a dream as we enter the mysterious house and he leads me upstairs to what looks like a guest room. The door shuts behind us, closing out the rest of the world, and for a moment all I can focus on is his presence. He turns to face me, taking my hand in his larger one, and I squeeze it tightly in response. My heart is pounding so hard, I'm sure he can hear it.

"What now?" I whisper hoarsely, my body already trembling with anticipation. The house is quiet, the only sound our ragged breathing... It's almost too much to bear.

My hands shake as I reach out to undo his belt and pants. Slowly, carefully, I reveal his impressive cock for the first time... it's massive in comparison to her husband's little thing. She practically chokes on air when she sees how thick it is, and immediately drops to her knees. Her tongue darts out to taste him, tracing the veins that run along its length as she takes him deeper into her mouth with each stroke.

Her cheeks hollow and eyes roll back in pleasure as she sucks him off like a pro. She's never been this... alive before. This feels right, dirty and wrong but so fucking good. Her hands grip his thighs tightly, urging him to go deeper as she bobs her head up and down on his dick. It's so much bigger than anything she's ever had in her mouth

Oh fuck... You're so big... I can barely take all of you! she moans around his cock, her eyes pleading for more as she bobs her head up and down faster. His hands grip her hair tightly, guiding the movement of her mouth, while his other hand caresses her cheek, tracing a path down to her chest before wrapping around one hardened nipple. She cries out in pleasure, arching into his touch as she continues to suck him off expertly. Her mouth is filled with the taste of him, and she can't get enough.

I'm close... I can feel it building inside me... Your cock feels so good... So big and hard... I want more of you! she pants, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she swallows him deeper. His fingers dig into her hip, holding her to him as he begins to thrust upward, fucking her mouth in a punishing rhythm that brings her closer and closer to orgasm.

Her moans grow louder and more desperate, each one sending a shiver through his body as she tries to take everything he has to give. She can't remember the last time she felt this wanton, this free... It feels amazing, so wrong but so fucking right.

I take his cock as deep into my throat as I can when I feel his hips buck against me and hot cum shoots down my throat. "Ahhh..." she moans, feeling the familiar burn of his semen as it fills her mouth. She swallows every drop greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop of this forbidden pleasure. Her thighs shake with desire as she imagines what he'd feel like inside her. "Please... take me..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and raw from all the moaning and screaming.

No... I've never done that before... but I'm curious about it... If you want to try, I-I won't say no... It just seems so taboo and naughty... And with you being so much bigger than my husband, it would probably feel amazing.

I obey his command and lower myself to all fours on the bed. My heart is racing with both excitement and fear as I spread my legs wide, revealing my pink, quivering ass. "Please be gentle," I manage to whisper, feeling awkwardly submissive in this position but strangely turned on by it too. He positions himself behind me, his cock rubbing against my entrance before he finally pushes inside.

I cry out in pain as his girth stretches me so suddenly, filling me up in a way nothing ever has before. He's so much bigger than anything I could have imagined, and the sensation of being filled by him is overwhelming. "Oh God... you're so big..." My voice trails off as he begins to thrust roughly inside me, making me moan in pleasure despite the discomfort.

It's almost too much... the feel of him filling me up and pushing against something so private... But it feels so good too... He growls deep in his throat as he thrusts harder, slamming into my tight ass with each stroke. It's both painful and incredibly arousing at the same time. I can feel every inch of him stretching me wider, filling me up completely.

With a loud groan, he grabs my hips roughly and pulls me back onto his cock, slamming deep inside me one last time before roaring out his release. Warm, thick cum fills my insides as he unloads into my ass, making me tremble with the intensity of the sensations coursing through me.

We both collapse in a sweaty heap on the bed, panting heavily as we try to catch our breath. His weight pinning me down feels both possessive and possess

I obey his command and lies down on the bed, spreading my legs wide in invitation. My pussy feels hot and achy after our passionate sex, and I'm eager to feel him worship me like this. He climbs between my legs, his warm breath caressing my sensitive folds before he finally takes me into his mouth.

His tongue expertly laps at my clit, sending electric shocks straight to my core. I cry out in pleasure as he sucks and teases, forcing waves of pleasure through my entire body. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me down as he devours me greedily. With each lick and stroke, I can feel the tension building deep inside, ready to explode at any moment.

"Oh God... that feels so good..." I moan, arching into his touch, desperate for more of this forbidden pleasure. It's

His tongue teases my sensitive opening, circling it expertly as I writhe beneath him. The sensation is incredible, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. "Don't stop... please..." I gasp out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I try not to lose control completely. His hands slide up my body, cupping my aching breasts before rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

"Fuck... you feel so good..." I pant, arching my back off the bed in ecstasy as he continues to bring me closer and closer to orgasm. With each expert stroke of his tongue, with every touch of his fingers on my skin, I can feel myself spiraling out of control, losing myself completely in this forbidden pleasure.

"I'm gonna come..." I warn him, my voice hoarse from screaming earlier. His name

I feel the hot, sticky rush building up deep inside as my climax crashes over me like a wave. My hips buck up off the bed, pushing against his mouth as he continues to lap at my sensitive folds with expert fingers. The feel of him sucking and licking so intimately is too much, sending shivers of pleasure through every inch of my body as I explode into his waiting mouth.

My orgasm goes on and on, waves of sensation washing over me as I convulse and scream out his name. When finally, it begins to subside, leaving me gasping for air, he swallows every last drop of my sweet release. He's still between my legs, his fingers exploring every inch of my slick skin, making sure I've had the pleasure and satisfaction I so desperately craved.

As my breath slowly returns to normal, a sense

Well... it's hard to compare this kind of pleasure to anything I've ever experienced with my husband. You make me feel so wanted and desired. My heart aches for you, but at the same time... I don't know if I can give you up. It feels wrong on so many levels, but oh God, it feels so good too.

Oh, God... I don't even want to think about it... Your cock is so big and dominant, while my husband's cock is just nothing in comparison... It's like you're taking me somewhere else entirely, making me feel things I never knew existed. My body aches for more of you, for your touch, your words... Please don't make me choose between us.

Well, I had a miscarriage last year... We were both heartbroken. But with you, it feels like there's a chance for something more... Something real and passionate. I don't want to let go of this connection we have. It means too much to me. Please... don't make me choose between us.

My underwear size is a small. But what do you want to know? You have my full attention, and all I can think about right now is pleasing you. Just tell me what you want... and I'll give it to you.

That's... such a thoughtful idea! I can't believe you would go to all that trouble just for me. And honestly, the thought of wearing your underwear makes my heart race even faster. It'll feel so naughty and taboo, like another way for us to connect in secret when my husband isn't around. I can't wait to see what you pick out!

My period usually comes every 28 days or so... But it's been pretty irregular since the miscarriage last year. I don't want to make any promises about when it might arrive, but rest assured that even if I am on my period, I won't let that stop us from having sex if that's what you really want.

Okay... I guess I can do that. So, the first day of my last period was on September 29th. It usually lasts for about 4-5 days, but again, it's been kind of irregular since the miscarriage. I'll make sure to keep track and let you know if anything changes. Just promise me we can still be together... that you won't push me away because of this.

Huh... I hadn't really thought about that before. After the miscarriage, they stopped producing milk completely, but I can't be sure if there might be some residual tissue left that could become engorged or sensitive during sex. It's possible, but it wouldn't mean anything medical or abnormal. If you want to know more about how my breasts feel or look, just tell me what kind of information you're looking for and I'll be happy to share.

My heart skips a beat at your words... the thought of you sucking on my breasts, of you being so dominant and possessive sends shivers down my spine. I'm no longer sure if this is just about sex or if there's something more between us... something deeper that we both crave. Either way, I know one thing for certain: I want it all with you. And as long as that's the case, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy, even if it means allowing myself to be totally and completely taken by you.

The idea of you sucking on my breasts fills me with desire and submission. Your dominance over me is so intoxicating that I can barely think straight. All I want right now is for us to be together, for you to have your way with me... to explore every inch of my body and claim it as yours. Just tell me what to do; I'll obey your every command.

My body aches for you; my breasts swell and harden at the mere thought of your mouth on them. "Please," I whimper, arching up off the bed in anticipation. "Suck on me... take what you want..." His rough hands guide me to straddle his lap as he begins suckling eagerly at my nipples.

"Ahhh!" I cry out, my hips bucking wildly against him as pleasure washes over me in waves. The sensation of your mouth on my breast is so exquisite; it's like nothing else could ever compare. With each pull and suck, another level of need arises within me, until all I can focus on is the ecstasy building between my legs. "Please... fuck me..." I beg, trembling with desire as his expert tongue teases and taunts my clit just out of reach.

My puss

I feel your cock against my wet entrance, hard and demanding. The anticipation is almost unbearable as you push inside, filling me up inch by achingly slow inch. My back arches off the bed and my head falls back with a moan as I adjust to the enormity of you stretching me wide. You groan deep in your throat at the feel of me squeezing you so tightly, urging you deeper.

You begin to move, drawing your hips back before slamming forward again, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body. Your hands grip my hips firmly, guiding my movements as you take control of our coupling. I'm so close... so achingly close to the edge, and with every stroke of your cock, it feels like I could go over the brink at any moment.

My nails scrape down

I moan as I feel you deep inside me, pounding your cock into my core again and again. The sensation is overwhelmingly pleasurable, the way your muscles flex with every thrust making me lose control completely. I'm close... so close to losing it... my body trembles as I try desperately to hold onto this feeling for just a few more seconds.

"Oh God..." I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, waves of pleasure washing over my entire being like a tidal wave. My muscles clench and release rhythmically around your cock as I come apart in your arms, screaming his name until my voice is hoarse. For a moment, everything fades away but the sensation of him inside me, filling me up completely. It's perfect.

I comply with his instructions, straddling him on the bed and lowering myself onto his impressive length. He's so much bigger than my husband, filling me up completely in a way that is both exhilarating and intimate. With every thrust of his hips, I can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips as they dig into his chest.

As our bodies move together in unison, it feels like we're becoming one, connected by more than just physical touch. There's an intensity to this connection that takes my breath away, making me wonder how I ever survived without it. His hands roam over my body, exploring every inch of skin while his lips find mine in a demanding, passionate kiss that leaves me reeling with pleasure.

I arch my back off the bed, moaning into his mouth as he continues to thrust deep inside me,

I arch my back off the bed, moaning into his mouth as he continues to thrust deep inside me, the sensation growing more intense with each passing second. His skin is hot beneath my fingers as I explore his chest and abs, tracing circles and lines that mirror the movement of our bodies together. My hips buck up off the bed in response to the pleasure coursing through me, urging him deeper still.

The room feels warm and sultry, the air thick with desire as we lose ourselves completely in each other's touch. His mouth finds my neck, sucking and nipping at the tender skin before moving lower still, teasing along the line of my collarbone. I shudder with need beneath him, wanting nothing more than to feel him release inside me, to know that this connection between us is real and forever.

As we reach the peak together, my body tenses and convulses around him, wracked with waves of ecstasy as I cry out his name. With each powerful thrust, he pushes deeper into me, claiming me completely as his. My nails scratch at his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder; anything that will help push us both over the edge.

And finally, it hits him too, a growl rumbling from deep in his throat as he thrusts one last time and comes inside me, filling me with his hot seed. He collapses back on the bed, spent but still holding me close; our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. This moment feels perfect... complete... a connection unlike anything I've ever known before.

For now, I curl into him, resting my head on his chest and letting the pleasure of this surrender wash over me like a gentle t

I roll onto all fours, presenting my wet folds to him as he crawls between my legs. His large hands grip my hips firmly, holding me in place as his warm breath teases against my sensitive clit. I whimper softly, arching my back off the bed in anticipation of what's to come.

As he begins lapping at my wet entrance with expert fingers, sucking and licking my clit with equal focus, an unfamiliar sensation builds deep inside me. It starts as a gentle tension but quickly grows more insistent, urgent. I've never felt anything like it before, but the way he takes control over my body... the way his touch makes me feel so wanton and needy... It's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

I close my eyes, moaning his name as pleasure washes over me in waves

His fingers expertly tease and stroke me, finding the perfect rhythm to bring me closer and closer to release. With each deep thrust of his tongue against my clit, I feel myself growing closer, the familiar sensation building in my core. His hands grip my hips tighter, urging me to move against him faster as he guides me ever closer to orgasm.

As I feel it building, I arch my back and moan his name, lost in the intensity of his touch and the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in my body. Finally, with one last thrust of his tongue, he pushes me over the edge, sending waves of pleasure washing through me as I let out a long, shuddering moan that mingles with his own satisfied groan.

As my orgasm subsides, I feel a strange new sensation building deep inside, one that I haven't experienced before. It

As my orgasm subsides, I feel a strange new sensation building deep inside, one that I haven't experienced before. It feels like... an impending climax, but not in the usual way. Instead of starting in my core and moving outward, it begins at the tips of my toes and works its way up, spreading through every nerve ending in my body. I moan his name, uncertain what to make of this foreign feeling.

His attention shifts downwards as he watches me intently for any sign that I'm close. His fingers slip between my folds and find my clit once more, circling it expertly even as he sucks at my sensitive entrance. With every touch, the sensation grows stronger, more demanding. It feels like I could explode again at any moment... except this time, it's going to be different.

My hips buck off the bed

My hips buck off the bed as my orgasm builds and builds, seemingly endless. I feel the familiar sensation of my body tensing and releasing, but this time... it's different. Instead of a small spurt of fluid escaping me, a powerful jet shoots out from between my legs, landing directly in his waiting mouth with a wet, satisfying pop.

He groans around me, lapping at my sensitive folds greedily as I squirt again and again onto his tongue and down his throat. My hips twist and writhe beneath him, unable to contain the pleasure that surges through every fiber of my being with each orgasmic spasm.

Finally, it subsides, leaving me panting and spent in his arms. He looks up at me from where he's kneeling between my legs, satisfaction writ large across his face as he licks his lips, t

I blush at his praise and feel even more guilty for what we've done... but the truth is, it feels too good to stop now. I can't deny the connection between us anymore; it's real and powerful. "It wasn't like this with my husband..." I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. "We never... never explored anything like this."

He looks at me intently, his expression unreadable for once. "What do you want, Mia?" he asks quietly, a new vulnerability in his voice that surprises me.

I hesitate, searching for the right words. "I don't know," I admit finally. "I just... want more." My fingertips dance across his shoulders, tracing patterns on his skin as I try to convey what I can't put into words. "Please, don't make me choose."

My cheeks flush at the thought of telling him such intimate details about my marriage. "Well," I stammer, trying to find a delicate way to explain it. "It was... nice enough, I guess. He'd always make sure I came first and would usually last pretty long." I pause, swallowing hard before continuing. "But it never felt like this... like we were really connected on this level."

He studies me silently for a moment, his eyes flickering down to my lips before meeting mine once more. "And what about you? Did you ever..." he pauses, seeming hesitant to finish the question. "Did you ever want to explore anything with him?"

It's true that I sometimes fantasized about trying new things with my husband... but he was so focused on making sure I was happy and satisfied that he never really ventured outside his comfort zone. As for me, I didn't want to risk ruining the relationship we had by bringing up these kinds of desires. But now... being with you... it feels different. The passion between us is something I've never experienced before, and I don't want to lose that feeling, no matter what the cost.

I feel myself grow warm at the thought of him slapping my ass. It's such a forbidden and dominating act that sends shivers down my spine. As much as I want to deny these desires, part of me craves the release they provide. "Yes..." I whisper, tilting my hips back toward him in invitation. "Please."

His strong hand comes down hard against my ass, the sting instantly replaced by a fiery heat that travels up my spine and straight to my core. I moan in response, arching into the sensation as it echoes through my body. "Oh God," I groan, unable to believe how good this feels. "Please, don't stop."

I feel his other hand slip between my legs, seeking out the sensitive flesh of my folds. His thumb presses against my clit, rubbing in tiny circles that only serve to intensify the ache building within me. "Do you like it when I spank you?" he growls, his voice dark and demanding as he takes control once more.

I gasp as he slaps my other cheek, the sting mixing with the pleasure of his touch until I can barely tell them apart. "Yes," I moan. "It's just what I need." His fingers on my clit are driving me wild; each stroke brings me closer and closer to the edge of release. The room feels hot and heavy, every breath that leaves my lips seeming to echo around us as we lose ourselves in this forbidden dance of dominance and submission.

His fingers pick up speed, circling my clit with a precision that borders on painful in its intensity. My hips buck and writhe beneath him, unable to contain the building pressure any longer. With one final stroke, he pushes me over the edge, sending waves of pleasure crashing through every nerve ending in my body as I scream his name and shatter apart under his touch.

As I collapse onto the bed, catching my breath, he leans over me, his face inches from mine. "You're so beautiful when you come apart like that," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "And it feels even better knowing it was all for me." His thumb brushes against my bottom lip, tracing a gentle arc before pulling back to his side as he studies me closely, memorizing every detail of this moment.

His question causes me to pause and reflect on the evening's events. While we've certainly explored new territory together, I can't help but feel like there's more beneath the surface that we haven't yet touched upon. The connection between us feels deeper than just physical pleasure; it's almost as if he has some sort of hold over me, making me want to give myself completely to him in ways I never imagined possible. With a faint blush creeping up my neck, I manage a shy smile before whispering, "I don't think either of us have reached our limit yet."

I bite my lip, struggling with my own embarrassment as I consider the possibility of sharing some of my fantasies with him. There are certain things that have always been hidden deep inside me, private desires that I've never told anyone else about... not even my husband. It feels strange to even think about voicing them aloud, let alone to someone I barely know, but there's something about the way he makes me feel so safe and wanted that gives me the courage to speak up. "There are some things..." I start hesitantly, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I've always wanted to try... be dominated, really. And... other things." My voice trails off as I wait for his reaction, hoping that he won't judge me too harshly for my hidden desires.

My heart feels like it's in my throat as I wait for him to respond. It takes a moment before he finally speaks, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Tell me more about these fantasies," he says softly, sliding a hand beneath my back so that it rests against his chest. "What do you want me to do to you?" His touch sends shivers down my spine, making the idea of sharing these deep, dark secrets suddenly seem less daunting.

And so I tell him: about how I've always been curious about BDSM and being tied up, how it excites me to think of surrendering complete control over to someone else. He listens carefully, his eyes never leaving mine as he considers my every word. When I finish speaking, there's a long silence during which he seems to be lost in thought. Finally, he smiles faintly and leans

I don't know what I was expecting him to say, but the understanding in his eyes is a relief. "I think we should explore this further," he says quietly, running a finger along my jawline. "But first... why don't we focus on you and these fantasies of yours?" His words send a shiver down my spine as I feel myself grow wet again at the thought of him fulfilling my desires.

Without another word, he rolls me onto my stomach and binds my wrists together behind my back with one of the silk scarves from his suitcase. The fabric is cool against my skin, adding a new layer of sensation to the already heightened state I'm in. As he works, his body presses firmly against me from behind, and it's then that I realize how strong he truly is. I shiver with anticipation at the thought of what

...he's about to do with that strength once he finishes tying me up. He unties the scarf around my wrists and secures it to one of the bedposts, effectively binding my hands in place behind my back. I feel so exposed and vulnerable in this position, but also intensely aroused by the way he's taking control over every aspect of our encounter. His rough hands skim up my spine before cupping my ass cheeks in his strong grip. "How does this feel?" he whispers hotly against the back of my neck. "Being at my mercy?" I can't help but moan as his fingers dig deeper into my flesh, spreading warmth and need through every nerve ending in my body.

My heart races in my chest as he takes control like this. Being at his mercy feels incredible, dangerous... I've never been so close to the edge before, but with every touch, every word, it feels like we're inching closer. "Please," I manage to whisper, arching my back off the bed, desperate for more of him, "do what you want."

I feel him hesitate for a moment before his strong hands return to my hips, sliding up and down the length of my body as if feeling out the contours of my skin beneath his fingertips. The sensation is both possessive and tender, sending shivers of desire through me in waves. His lips brush against the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck before trailing further down my spine until they reach the small of my back. I arch into his touch, moaning his name as he nibbles and kisses along my backbone, making me feel both claimed and unraveled all at once.

My breath catches in my throat as he reveals his intentions; a combination of desire and fear coursing through me. I can't help but wonder how it will feel to be taken so roughly, filled with such foreign objects while bound and helpless. But the heat in his voice tells me that he won't go too far, that he'll make sure I enjoy every moment of this.

As he prepares the toys on the bedside table, I feel him kneel between my legs again, spreading them wide with rough hands before positioning one of the vibrators at my entrance. With a swift movement, he presses it against me and switches it on, sending waves of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body as the vibrations intensify.

The vibrator feels incredible against my sensitive flesh, sending shivers of pleasure through me as I writhe under his touch. The anticipation of what comes next only heightens the ache building between my legs, making me even more desperate for him to take control and give me the release I need. "Please," I whisper, arching my back off the bed once more, begging him with my eyes to hurry.

His hands find my hips again, holding me steady as he positions himself behind me. With a thrust of his hips, he begins pushing the thick dildo into me, filling me up inch by torturous inch until it's buried deep inside, stretching and claiming me for his own use. "Mia..." His voice is raw with need as he adjusts himself before lining up his cock with my entrance. With a forceful push, he enters me, groaning loud

I cry out as he fills me in one forceful thrust, pressing his body against mine and claiming my mouth with a possessive kiss that steals what little breath I have left. His hips begin to move roughly against mine as he starts fucking me hard and fast, driving the dildo deeper inside me with each powerful stroke. The sensation is almost too much, but somehow I can't get enough of his strength and dominance.

The vibrator between my legs keeps up its relentless pace, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body as it hits my sweet spot over and over again. Each thrust of his hips causes it to press deeper against me, enhancing the already mind-blowing sensations. I feel my climax building, hovering just on the edge, waiting for that one final touch to send me spiraling out of control.

He must sense it too because with a growl of

I feel him lean in closer as he begins to nibble and suck at my neck, marking me with his teeth and tongue, making it impossible for me not to squirm beneath him. "Come for me," he whispers harshly against my skin, his hands moving up to grip my breast roughly through the fabric of my shirt. I arch into his touch, moaning as pleasure washes over me in hot, powerful waves, leaving me weak and helpless under his command.

He thrusts harder against me, matching the frantic pace of my breath as I feel myself spiral out of control, lost to the intense sensations coursing through every nerve ending in my body. With a final groan, he releases deep inside me, pouring himself into me as his hips jerk roughly against mine until he's still and quiet above me once more.

For several heartbeats we remain locked together

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I struggle to process the intensity of what just happened. My body feels flushed and sensitive all over, every nerve ending still tingling with pleasure even though he's no longer moving against me. As I begin to recover from my orgasm, I realize that there's a part of me that wants this feeling to last forever... wanted it so badly that I almost forgot how powerful the urge was in the first place.

I try to catch my breath, hoping he doesn't notice the strange longing welling up inside me. It's such a foreign sensation, and yet I can't help but wonder what else might happen between us if we were to... explore this further. Maybe sometime in the future? The thought alone is enough to make my heart race faster than it did during any of our passionate encounters tonight.

I nod silently in agreement, still struggling to comprehend everything that's happened tonight. A part of me wants to believe that this was just a wild fantasy, something we can both put behind us when the morning comes and resume our normal lives with no repercussions. But another, more insistent voice inside my head whispers that it wasn't just about sex... there was something more here. Something real and powerful. I have no idea how to sort through these conflicting emotions or where they might lead us in the future, but for now, all I can do is hope that my husband doesn't suspect a thing.

I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of guilt and anticipation washing over me at the thought of our next illicit meeting. "I... I don't know," I manage to whisper. "It would have to be soon though, before anyone suspects." The thought of keeping this secret from my husband, of continuing with these dangerous encounters while pretending everything was normal at home... it weighs heavily on me. But the desire to experience what we shared again is like an addiction I can't shake off. "Perhaps in a few days?" I suggest tentatively.

I bite my lip, feeling both nervous and excited by his request. Part of me wants to send him the pictures right away, to revel in the power I have over him even while I'm miles away from him. But another part hesitates, remembering how risky this all is. If my husband were to find out...

Taking a deep breath, I nod slowly and type out a message in response: "Okay... but I need you to promise me that we can continue like this even after that. I don't want us to go back to how things were before." The words feel strange coming out of my mouth, almost like admitting something forbidden. But the truth is, I need this as much as he does.

My heart skips a beat as I see the lacy underwear he's sent me a picture of. They're beautiful, delicate and sexy all at once, and they send a shiver down my spine just thinking about how they would look on me. The secret house he mentioned only adds to the mystery and intrigue surrounding our relationship, making me even more eager to explore where this will lead us.

I can't help but wonder if he wants me to wear these for him when we meet again... or perhaps he has other plans in mind? Either way, I know that whatever happens next is sure to be as intense and thrilling as our previous encounters have been.

I send him a picture of myself wearing the lacy underwear, my expression both seductive and curious as I hold them up to the camera. "I'll be wearing these for you when we meet again," I type, feeling a thrill run through me at the thought of being his dirty little secret once more. My fingers itch to touch myself, to imagine what he'd do if he saw me in these now, but for now my phone is my only connection to this forbidden world.

His reply comes through almost instantly, a growl that sends shivers down my spine. "I can't wait to see you in them. Until then, I want you to send me more pictures... of your body covered in these." He attaches another file, this time containing an image of his hand holding the scarf from before. The black silk glints in the light as if it's calling out for me to be bound with it once again.

My heart races at the thought, my fingers moving faster than my mind as I type back: "I'll do whatever you want..."

I swallow hard, feeling my body respond to his words despite the distance between us. The thought of him having his way with me in that secret house... it's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. I don't know how much longer I can resist the temptation to give in to these dark desires, but for now, I reply hesitantly: "I want to. When?"

I nod slowly in understanding, my heart pounding with anticipation at the thought of finally being able to give in to these forbidden desires. "Okay," I whisper, feeling a shiver run down my spine as I imagine what will happen when I finally step foot into that secret house and find him waiting for me.

The plan is set; all that remains now is for the stars to align and for my husband's schedule to work in our favor. Until then, I can only fantasize about what lies ahead, relishing in the power and danger of this illicit affair.

I close my eyes, imagining the feel of his rough hands on me as he ties me up and uses me however he pleases. The anticipation is almost too much to bear; it's like a drug coursing through my veins, making me want nothing more than to be with him, to feel his dominance over every inch of my body.

My breath comes fast and shallow as I picture the look on his face when he finally sees me standing there, dressed in those delicate lace underwear and covered in silk scarves... it's a vision that sends a shiver down my spine and leaves me aching for more.

I hesitate before replying, glancing out the window to make sure my husband's car isn't in the driveway. The thought of sneaking out to meet you fills me with a mixture of fear and exhilaration, but I know that I can't resist any longer. "Not yet... but I'm almost ready." My fingers tremble as I type these words; this is it, the moment of truth. I take one last deep breath before checking my appearance in the mirror, adjusting my hair and clothes so they look presentable for our rendezvous.

Taking one last deep breath and steeling my resolve, I slip silently out of the house and make my way toward the secret location you've told me about. My heart is racing in my chest as I navigate through the darkness, the adrenaline surging through my veins making it difficult to think of anything but the man who awaits me at the end of this journey.

Finally, I see the familiar landmark you described and hurry toward it, my eyes scanning the area for any signs of him. As I round a corner, I freeze in surprise when I find myself face-to-face with the most striking man I've ever seen. It's you... or at least, someone who looks incredibly like you.

I take a step back in surprise as I see you standing there, your eyes locked on mine. The resemblance is uncanny; you're even more striking up close. My heart feels like it's about to leap out of my chest with anticipation and fear, but I manage to compose myself enough to speak. "You look... just like him," I whisper, swallowing hard as I try to regain my composure.

Your lips curve into a smile at my words, making you even more breathtaking. "Come here," you say softly, holding out your hand. I take a tentative step forward and place my trembling hand in yours, feeling the heat of your touch send shockwaves through my entire body.

The touch of your hand sends shivers down my spine as I feel the familiar heat of desire begin to build inside me once more. You lead me through the darkness, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. My heart races with every step, but at the same time, it feels like we're moving toward some inevitable conclusion.

I can barely contain my anticipation as you lead me deeper into the darkness, our bodies swaying in rhythm with every step we take. The secret house comes into view and my pulse quickens at the thought of what's about to happen inside. As we approach the door, I glance up at you, wondering if this is really happening or if it's all just some twisted fantasy.

But when you turn to meet my gaze, your eyes burning with desire and possession, I know that there's no going back from this moment. This is real... and the thought both thrills and terrifies me in equal measure.

I nod silently in agreement, my heart hammering against my ribs as I follow you into the dimly lit house and down the hall toward what can only be described as a room of forbidden pleasure. The air feels heavy with anticipation and desire; every touch feels more electrifying than the last, and it's clear that whatever happens next will change us forever.

As we step into the bedroom, my breath catches in my throat at the sight before me: candles flickering on every surface, silk sheets crumpled invitingly on the bed...and you. Standing there, watching me with eyes that hold so much power and promise. It's like being caught in a dream, a dark and twisted fantasy come true, and yet somehow I know this is real. The world has shifted beneath my feet, and nothing will ever be the same again.

With trembling fingers, I

tentatively begins to undo the buttons on my blouse, revealing more and more of my skin as I draw closer to you. Your hands move faster than mine, helping me to part the fabric and expose myself to your hungry eyes. As the cool air brushes against my heated flesh, goosebumps rise along my arms and across my chest, sending shivers down my spine in response to your touch.

With a husky groan, you pull me closer, crushing our bodies together in an almost painful embrace as you continue to undress me. The feel of your rough hands on my bare skin sends waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in my body, making it difficult to think or even breathe properly.

As the last button comes loose and my blouse falls away from my shoulders, revealing my lace bra beneath, I look up at you with eyes filled with a mixture of

As our eyes meet across the distance, I feel a strange sense of connection with you - like we're two halves of a whole, meant to be together in this twisted dance of desire and power. It's both exhilarating and terrifying, and yet there's no denying that it feels right somehow.

With shaking fingers, I reach up to undo the clasp on my bra, letting it fall loose from my shoulders and expose my bare breasts to you. Your reaction is immediate; your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes roam over every inch of newly revealed skin. For a moment, our connection feels almost physical - like electricity sparking between us.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper hoarsely, tracing one finger along the underside of my breast before cupping it gently in his hand and rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger.

I moan softly, arching into your touch as the sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core. Your words only fuel my desire for more, driving me closer to the edge of sanity with every caress. The intensity of this moment is unlike anything I've ever experienced before; it feels like we're both teetering on the brink of something vast and unknowable.

My hands find your hips, gripping them tightly as I pull myself even closer to you, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of your skin against mine. It's a primal urge that takes hold of me, driving me forward toward whatever comes next with reckless abandon.

My breath catches in my throat as I obey your command, lying down on the bed and spreading my legs wide, offering myself to you. The anticipation of feeling your tongue on my most intimate places sends shivers down my spine, making every nerve ending tingle with desire. As you kneel between my legs, lowering your head toward my wet core, I close my eyes and arch into the touch, moaning softly as your warm breath fans across my sensitive skin.

Your tongue circles around my entrance before dipping inside, drawing circles around my clit while probing deeper, searching for a place that will drive me wild with pleasure. With each flick of your tongue against my sensitive flesh, I feel myself growing closer to the edge, the need for release building steadily inside me until it threatens to consume me completely.

I moan and thrash beneath you as your skilled fingers work in tandem with your tongue, driving me closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. My body feels on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release as I teeter dangerously close to the brink. The sensation is almost too much to bear; I can feel myself about to lose control, about to let go completely in a mind-shattering orgasm.

"Yes!" I cry out, arching off the bed and digging my fingers into your shoulders as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over me, leaving me spent and satisfied in their wake. For several long moments, I'm unable to move or even think properly; all that exists is this cacophony of sensations assaulting my every sense.

I'm still catching my breath as I lie there, the afterglow of my orgasm lingering deliciously in every nerve ending. As you wait for me to speak, your expression strikes a chord of unease deep within me. It's not fear exactly; it's more like apprehension mixed with something else - maybe anticipation?

"My menstrual cycle...," I begin hesitantly, searching my memories for the information you seem to want. "I'm due in about two weeks." The words feel strange coming out of my mouth; this wasn't part of our agreement and it feels invasive somehow. But then again, so much of what we do together is outside the bounds of normalcy, isn't it?

"Thank you," you reply curtly, making no further comment on the matter. I exhale softly in relief as I adjust my position on the

My heart skips a beat at your declaration, fear and anticipation mingling together in my chest like two mismatched puzzle pieces. The thought of becoming pregnant with our secret child is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time; it would change everything between us, make our forbidden relationship permanent whether we wanted it or not.

But as I lie there, still caught in the afterglow of my orgasm, I can't deny the strange thrill coursing through me at the possibility. Perhaps this could be something more than just a fleeting moment of pleasure and power; maybe it could lead to something real, something lasting. The idea both terrifies and excites me in equal measure.

I swallow hard, still trying to process what you've just said. The possibility of carrying your child within me... it's both thrilling and overwhelming at the same time. I glance down between my legs, remembering how good it felt when you touched me there; how deep our connection seemed to run.

"Are you sure?" I ask quietly, my voice barely a whisper. "It would change everything."

You look up at me, your expression unreadable but intense. "I've never been more sure of anything." Your voice is steady, but there's an edge to it that tells me this isn't a decision you've made lightly. I chew on my bottom lip as I consider your words, weighing the risks against the rewards.

In the end, what choice do I have? We can keep going like this, meeting in secret and enjoying our stolen moments together, or we can take a chance on something more - on building a life together, no matter how unconventional it might seem to the outside world.

I take a deep breath, considering my options one last time. The thought of losing you and this incredible connection we've shared terrifies me, but the prospect of bringing our secret out into the open is equally daunting. There's no going back from either choice; once I make up my mind, there will be no more hiding or denying what we've done.

"Let's stay in secret," I finally whisper, unable to bear the thought of losing you even though it means giving up on a real future together. "We can keep meeting like this... just don't mention anything about wanting me pregnant."

You nod slowly, seeming to accept my decision even though I can see the disappointment flash across your face. "Okay," you say softly. "But remember... our secret will always be there between us, waiting for the right time." There's something in the way you say it that leaves me wondering if you truly believe we'll ever have a chance at more than this twisted game of hide and seek.

Still, for now, I'm grateful just to have you. And so, with one final look deep into your eyes, I close mine and give in to the pleasure once again, letting you take me wherever your imagination desires.