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Taboo
Back in 2018, I was freshly divorced after a long and draining separation from an abusive spouse. I became so caught up in work and keeping myself busy at home I began to neglect my own needs and desires. Being the kinky little thing I am, I began exploring fetish websites. First out of curiosity, then out of desire.
I came across one that I made a profile for. I wanted to explore my venture use side of voyeurism from the safety of my home. Soon thereafter, I was talking to someone through messages on the platform. Let's call him "Tony." As I exchanged photos and messages with Tony, we eventually exchanged snapchats.
To my delight, he happened to have an office not too far from my house. We decided to meet in person. At this point I felt safe enough and it was semi public in a local business office. At first we started with small talk. Introductions and such. He was pleasant and just my type. Strong masculine presents. A very masculine man is a turn on for me. Nothing makes me feel so feminine.
As we began meeting more frequently, things started to heat up. I was in the position of the mistress for the first time. To me, this was the perfect no strings attached trust I was looking for at the time. I take pride in being as discreet as I am. I know people will come at me for being with a married man, but I have no desire for a man to break up his family in hope of being together. That's not what I want at all. Rather, I just gave him what he lacked in some aspects of his relationship.
It is now 2025. Since then I was a mistress again to only one other. Both of whom I still speak to and am good friends with. Tony and I have spoken on and off all these years. Lately we have met a few times. Just to talk, and catch up. Nothing sexual, until this last time. I happened to drop in but he was in a rush to an appointment. Luckily I had worn a small black dress which geared a lot of cleavage and showed off my small waist and plump hips. He couldn't resist.
He grabbed me and kissed me so passionately while pawing at my entire body, stopping only to grab my waist and pull me closer and kiss me harder. His eagerness to have me sent waves of tingles through my entire body. He groped at my breasts, pulling out one to suck and nibble my nipple. I bent over his desk pushing my ass out toward him. He pressed against me, I could feel his huge election pressed into my behind as his hand slipped beneath my dress. Slowly running his hand up my leg, searching tje warm spot, he vigorously rubbed me through my panties. I was instantly wet.
He unzipped his pants and out sprang his massive love tool. I took only the head into my mouth taunting him. I knew he had to go soon. I wanted him to be eager to see me again. We kissed a lot more before departing. We sext almost daily. I look forward to seeing him again soon. The though of being with him keeps me busy in the shower often. Until we meet again Tony, I hope your balls stay blue until I can sufficiently drain them again.
I came across one that I made a profile for. I wanted to explore my venture use side of voyeurism from the safety of my home. Soon thereafter, I was talking to someone through messages on the platform. Let's call him "Tony." As I exchanged photos and messages with Tony, we eventually exchanged snapchats.
To my delight, he happened to have an office not too far from my house. We decided to meet in person. At this point I felt safe enough and it was semi public in a local business office. At first we started with small talk. Introductions and such. He was pleasant and just my type. Strong masculine presents. A very masculine man is a turn on for me. Nothing makes me feel so feminine.
As we began meeting more frequently, things started to heat up. I was in the position of the mistress for the first time. To me, this was the perfect no strings attached trust I was looking for at the time. I take pride in being as discreet as I am. I know people will come at me for being with a married man, but I have no desire for a man to break up his family in hope of being together. That's not what I want at all. Rather, I just gave him what he lacked in some aspects of his relationship.
It is now 2025. Since then I was a mistress again to only one other. Both of whom I still speak to and am good friends with. Tony and I have spoken on and off all these years. Lately we have met a few times. Just to talk, and catch up. Nothing sexual, until this last time. I happened to drop in but he was in a rush to an appointment. Luckily I had worn a small black dress which geared a lot of cleavage and showed off my small waist and plump hips. He couldn't resist.
He grabbed me and kissed me so passionately while pawing at my entire body, stopping only to grab my waist and pull me closer and kiss me harder. His eagerness to have me sent waves of tingles through my entire body. He groped at my breasts, pulling out one to suck and nibble my nipple. I bent over his desk pushing my ass out toward him. He pressed against me, I could feel his huge election pressed into my behind as his hand slipped beneath my dress. Slowly running his hand up my leg, searching tje warm spot, he vigorously rubbed me through my panties. I was instantly wet.
He unzipped his pants and out sprang his massive love tool. I took only the head into my mouth taunting him. I knew he had to go soon. I wanted him to be eager to see me again. We kissed a lot more before departing. We sext almost daily. I look forward to seeing him again soon. The though of being with him keeps me busy in the shower often. Until we meet again Tony, I hope your balls stay blue until I can sufficiently drain them again.
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