Some men are leg men, some prefer a fetish sculpted behind. I am a stomach man. I find a toned stomach on a woman says a lot about the woman. As Tracey sauntered around the room sipping a Cointreau and ice her short silk robe highlighted a taught belly that made concentrating on the phone call all but impossible. My brain wasn’t capable of processing much more than the notion that I was about to have sex with the woman behind me. I had neither kissed nor held this woman before and contact was limited to a few emails and a random dinner a few weeks earlier. I didn’t know much about her other than her brazen suggestion Hardcore to have sex in Brisbane on my femdom way through to my next job. I can’t remember the details of those emails and yet there I was, wondering how this would even work. I’m not a one night stand sort of person and certainly had not indulged in anything like this before. I am fairly sure this was also novel for Tracy but I was not entirely sure what was going on other than the anxious excitement we shared in anticipation of what was hopefully in store. We were effectively strangers, completely sober and about to hop into bed together. I didn’t even know how it was to work. Would we wear underwear? Will she wear something sexy or big pyjamas or join me in the shower? Do we kiss, or skinny hug or chat? How would I broach the idea of condoms? What would she think of my personal pruning, too much, not enough? I’m fairly sure Tracy was the first under the sheets. I do remember a bit of fussing with the linen as I got into bed, probably to hide my erection in some farcical attempt to pretend I wasn’t excited. I don’t actually remember the sex that night which is probably sad. The sex in Brisbane may have been the only affectionate sex we shared. After Brisbane we nudged the boundaries of pleasure a little further each time, moving from the tender to the erotic and eventually hedonistic in the extreme. I would like to say I remember a black bra and sexy stockings and the sensation of cupping and kissing her breasts as I slid the bra off. BDSM Me fucking her pussy and Niky applying that vibrator on her clit while Nicole and me squeezing Mariana’s tits and benching her big erected nipples from time to time. I almost choked on a piece of cantaloupe. Finally I gave her a proposal, that lets only do foreplay and foreplay only, but then added that we could go for sex only if she gives her consent.She surprisingly agreed, and I took her to my bedroom made her sit on my lap as I started to kiss Hardcore her with her right arm over my shoulder. “You should also know that he wasn’t the one to come up with the idea of making all of you. I feasted on her, so glad to finally be enjoying my tsundere lover. Tabatha had always been bossy and I had always fallen into line. Again, I knew what crossed her mind. I got into an easy rhythm sucking this prick and found myself enjoying it. We weren’t always so quiet. We got a map and looked it over, choosing our path for the day. “Sis…. Jeff walked over and turned on the hose and walked back to Anna standing at her mother's ass. six or eight times a day on the weekends when I’m not at school, sometimes more.” “Like what?” she smiled, lightening up. It’s just a femdom long skirt and white shirt, sometimes I’ll wear a shorter skirt in the summer,” she told me. "How can you miss?" she finally asked as BDSM she glanced at the white sink and toilet behind me, "And if you missed where did your," She paused and closed her eyes for a moment as the thought crossed mind, "Stuff go?" “No”, he responds. His voice echoed like the roar of…well ironically a lion. Look at this thing go!” Within a few seconds I was at full mast fetish and Sandy was still hanging on. For a moment the hunter did the same, enjoying the afterglow with his companion for several minutes before finding what scraps he could of his pants, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a distinct feeling that he might have to come back to this neck of the woods for another visit very soon. I lightly brushed my tongue around her areola, earning an ‘ooh’ from her as my touch became more and more distant, more and more delicate. What shall we do with it?” Tom arranged it so that the 10 seniors who he knew had skinny sexy granddaughters would all be invited to hang out in the common room with Kayleigh and her “grandpa”. “Aggghhhhhh” it all came out in a screaming, shuddering orgasm. He thrust into me and I came, I exploded. Hayley shook her head, her cheeks still pink.