Sexual Fantasy on tiptoes when I was a teenager, I began to like live female gymnastics and ballet, and I had a good feeling about the posture of women straightening their toes and leaning their heads back, my intuition tells me that this is what happens when a woman has an orgasm, and as an adult I... read more
Fuck! I'm so jealous! Back in my teens I could self suck! I'd lock myself in the bathroom, lay on my back and bring my legs over top. I was able to not only get the head of my.cock in my mouth, but half of my length as well. The first time I nutted in my own mouth, I wasn't prepared for the big lo... read more
So there I was, a boy with a desire. (Refer to pt.1 for context) A few months went by from the "initiation" and I've progressed quite a bit I have switched from shemale porn to femboy porn, to relate to the main characters more. I have also scoured every closet in desperate search f... read more
Меня давно не было здесь, скрывалась как обычно). Баловала Свою Сучку самостоятельно, интимно, так сказать наедине. Чулочки, бюстики, юбочки, блузочки, а после Фалос конечно же в попку такую ухоженную, целомудринную, но наряженную)) Давно здесь не исповедовалась. Но!!! Ищу ответ! А где всё-таки Мой ... read more
We woke up many hours later, still intertwined, my morning wood throbbing as Ellie slid inside my panties and wrapped her hand around it. This was a much better way to wake up than usual, and we proceeded to have a really relaxed slow fuck. She reached a much more low key orgasm but I knew I wouldn’... read more
I sat there for some time, my phone still in hand. I couldn’t fully comprehend the situation and where I was. All this started when I was put on furlough and thought I would be losing my job, an idea born out of boredom, hornieness and desperation. What started as a regular cam show with a guy hopin... read more
...was my own. I was in my late teens and still trying to figure out my own sexuality. I loved women. Their soft curves, their smell. But I also felt a lacking; something was missing. I was alone in my room one day, listening to music and fantasizing about sex. My dick grew hard as I imagined ... read more
As the sun beamed in through a gap in the curtains my now familiar morning wood strained at the silk of my nightwear. How was it that no matter how hard I came the night before it would wake up eager and ready to go. As had become customary my mind would be filled with the events of the previous nig... read more
As per my previous mornings recently, I stirred and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, that delicious feeling of my silk night ware stretching over my taught nipples and my morning wood throbbing in its lace enclosure. The urge to touch myself was palpable, it seemed no matter how hard I came the night ... read more
A familiar sensation greeted me as my eyes opened and a yawn escaped my mouth, that oh so delicious feeling of my morning wood straining against my silk night ware. It was becoming an ever occurring pattern that no matter how large the orgasm the night before I would wake with the hardest of cocks, ... read more