Hot bathwater laps my skin. Fingers circle my clit slow, then fast. Heat builds in my loins. No man in my mind—no muscled ass, no stranger’s grin. Just my touch. Orgasm hits hard. Body shakes, pussy squirts floods the tub. Shock freezes me. I’ve cum solo, no cock fantasy. After 18 months dry, my cunt’s gone cold. Must reheat it like Dad’s old bread oven—five days, rising flames.
Visit Dad’s farm. Firing the molasse oven: gradual heat, five days to cure the hearth. Perfect. Plan flashes: five fucks, building intensity. First gentle, last scorching. Daughter notices my glow on drive home. I daydream young stud, but pick safe starts. Obsession grips me.
The Awakening
Tuesday, IT guy fixes my work PC. Cute, blue-suited, flirty. Bugs gone, he pounces. Hands roam my tits, ass. Skin smooth, cologne sharp. Cock throbs urgent. I drop, unzip. Fingers stroke veiny shaft, tongue swirls head. He bucks, cums hot ropes down my throat. Salty flood. I swallow, smile. First pearl strung. Cunt tingles, warming.
Florist next. Buy flowers, flirt. He crafts petal bed, candlelit ferns. Silk sheet atop. Undresses me slow, eyes devouring curves. Kneels, kisses neck, trails lips down. Petals crush, scents explode—rose, jasmine. Fingers part pussy lips, tongue dives deep. Sucks clit relentless. I shatter, juices gush. He covers me silk, whispers praises. Two fires, blazing brighter.
Bookseller’s shop. Cozy, erotic book open on desk. I lock door, strip on wine sofa. Mimic story: fingers pussy, tits out. He stares, cock tents pants. Suck nipples, then straddle. Roll condom on rigid dick. Sink down, stretch fills me. Inch by inch, latex heat pulses walls. Ride hard, dirty talk: ‘Fuck like beasts, sweat, piss, cum floods.’ Doggy finale, he pumps weak spurts. I rub clit to cum. Voyeurs watch through glass. Thrill spikes.
The Raw Acts
The Secret
Fishermen trap me riverside. Bikini bottom off, challenge glare. Two cocks: thick older, sleek younger. Kneel, suck one, stroke other. Condoms on. They grope tits, ass gentle now. Fear fades, power surges. Bend over, old cock slams pussy. Young lubes ass, slides in. Double stuffed. Walls stretch, friction burns sweet. Grunts, sweat stench, veins throb. They explode, fill sheaths. I cum controlling. Disgust hits after—pitiful spent husks.
Cat sick, vet curt. Laugh breaks: ‘Your hands on my pussy…’ He softens. Waiting room: sad widower, dog dead. Eyes lock, spark. Drive to graveyard night. Strip among tombs. He bares soul, pains joys. We meet nude center aisle. Embrace, fuck on fresh grave plot. Cock plunges deep, raw life thrust. Positions wild: missionary screams, cowgirl grind, primal pound. Cum together, laughing defiant. Dawn flees. We never parted. Forbidden flames eternal.