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The shrill ring of my phone pierces the early morning silence, jolting me awake. I groggily answer, “Hello?”
Her voice rings bright and cheerful as she exclaims, “Good morning, Daniel! What are you doing?”
“I’m just waking up because someone called me,” I say, chuckling.
“Any plans?” she asks.
“Nothing much. I was going to stay home, watch some TV, maybe do a little work from the home office. But that’s only if I feel like doing some work today.”
“So, in other words, you’re free?” she asks.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Great! I’m going to the mall and don’t want to go alone. You’re the lucky winner, and you get to come with me. I’ll be there in ten minutes to pick you up.”
She hangs up before I can say anything. I quickly brush my teeth, run a wet brush through my hair, and put on some pitstick. I wish I had time to shower; I want to look good when she picks me up.
A few minutes later, I hear the horn honk. As I leave, I spray on some cologne, hoping she will like the scent.
I open the car door and stop dead in my tracks. She’s wearing a minidress that clings to her curves like a second skin, a dark red fabric contrasting beautifully with her tanned skin. Her legs encased in black kneehigh boots, and a bright red lipstick that accentuates her lips. As I enter the car, a waft of Jasmine enters my nose. “Your perfume smells real nice,” I say.
“Thank you, it’s new,” she says.
As we drive away, I can’t help but steal glances of her from the corner of my eyes, my gaze drawn to her perfect tits that bounce with each bump in the road. I imagine what it would feel like to have those luscious mounds in my hands, to caress them and feel their weight.
We park the car and begin walking towards the mall entrance. I can’t help but admire how her long red hair cascades down her back, catching the sunlight and casting a warm glow around her. My gaze drifts downward, taking in the sway of her hips and the curve of her ass. As we approach the entrance, she stops suddenly, causing me to nearly collide with her. She pulls out a pack of cigarettes, her long, crimson nails sharply contrasting with the pristine white box. With a practiced ease, she flips it open, revealing the row of long, slim cigarettes nestled within. She selects one, pulling it out with a fluid motion, her thumb gently caressing the filter as she raises it to her lips. Her tongue darts out, moistening the paper before reaching into her purse again.
She pulls out a silver lighter, her fingers wrapping around it with grace. I can’t help but imagine those fingers wrapped around my cock instead. She flicks the lighter open, the flame flickering to life with a soft hiss. As she holds the cigarette to the flame, the light dances in her green eyes, making them sparkle with an almost otherworldly allure.
She inhales deeply, the end of the cigarette glowing bright red as she holds the smoke in her lungs. She exhales, a thin stream of smoke curling up from her lips and mingling with the air around her. The sight of her smoking is unbelievably erotic, and I can feel my cock stirring in my pants. I want to grab her and kiss her, to feel her body up against mine in the throes of passion. But I know it’s taboo, and I don’t want to risk our relationship.
She lowers the cigarette, her lips curling into a small, satisfied smile as she catches me looking at her with what I am sure is more than a hint of lust. I quickly divert my gaze, trying to hide the growing bulge in my pants. She takes another drag, her chest rising and falling with the effort. With every puff she takes, I feel myself getting more and more turned on, my cock throbbing with need. I shift awkwardly and try to hide my small bulge.
As she finishes her cigarette, she gives me a coy smile, her eyes flicking down to my crotch and back up again. I’m not sure I was successful in hiding my arousal from her.
She extinguishes her cigarette with a swift, firm press against the ashtray, leaving a trail of smouldering embers in its wake. She turns to me, “Shall we?” she asks.
I nod, unable to find my voice as I take in her beauty. We walk into the mall, the air thick with the smell of commerce and consumerism. Yet, all I can focus on is her.
As we stroll, I can feel the weight of every gaze upon us. Men and women alike, young and old, can’t help but stare at her. And who can blame them? She’s a vision, a goddess among mere mortals. Then they look at me with wonder.
I laugh to myself, knowing that they all think we’re together. If only they knew the truth. My heart aches with lust and longing, wishing that we were. But for now, I’ll take what I can get. The chance to be near her, to breathe in her scent, to hear her voice it’s all I need.
We walk past store after store, each filled with shiny objects and bright lights. But all I see is her. Her crimson lips, her long, flowing red hair. I feel like I’m in a trance, unable to look away.
As we continue to walk, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to hold her hand and feel her body pressed against mine.
We stop at a store window, our reflection staring back at us. She stands so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off her body. I can smell the faint scent of cigarettes and jasmine perfume, a heady mix that makes my head spin with desire.
She reaches out, her fingers brushing against the sleeve of my shirt. It’s a small gesture, but it sends a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. I look over at her, and she’s looking at me with those piercing green eyes a playful smile on her lips.
“You know, you’re awfully quiet today,” she says.
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. “II’m just thinking about this woman that I like,” I stammer, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Oh? Do I know this woman?”
“Yeah, you do.”
“Who is it, Daniel?”
“I’m not ready to say. I’ve had a crush on her for years, but I’m sure she doesn’t feel the same way.”
With a caring smile, she says, “Well, I’m sure she does. You have to be willing to make a move.”
We continue our stroll; my mind still lost in thoughts of holding her skin on skin and kissing her softly. Suddenly, her voice breaks the silence, “There’s a store up ahead I need to visit. Do you want to come in with me?”
My heart skips a beat as I realize we’ve stopped right in front of the mall’s toy store. It’s a place I’ve grown all too familiar with since my wife and I separated. I’ve become a regular, each visit resulting in a new addition to my evergrowing collection of toys for my increasingly lonely, less nights.
I hesitate momentarily, weighing the risks of being recognized against the thrill of being here with her. What if the regular cashier, Tommy, is working today and recognizes me? I’ve made several purchases here recently, and the thought of her finding out about my secret pleasures is mortifying. Before I can answer, she grabs my hand and pulls me inside.
My mind reels as I try to process this sudden turn of events, my heart pounding in my chest. The thrill of being here with her, combined with the taboo nature of the store, is almost too much to handle.
I saunter alongside her as she peruses the various products lining the shelves and racks. She adds an anal vibrator to her basket, the same one I had purchased just a few nights prior I know she won’t be disappointed. She stops and holds up a pair of pink crotchless panties towards me, a playful smirk on her face.
“What do you think of these?” she asks.
I stammer, caught off guard. “Uh, why are you asking me?”
“Well, today you’re my shopping buddy. I like to see what my buddies think,” she replies with a wink.
“Oh, then I think whoever gets to see you in those will be very lucky,” I blurt out, quickly looking away. I can’t believe I just said that. Will she know that I want her now?
She adds the panties to her basket, along with a couple of dildos that I’ve been eyeing myself. She heads to the till, and I follow, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment.
As we approach the register, I see that Tommy is indeed working today. I start to turn away, but I hear him greet me before I can. “Hey Daniel, how’s it going?”
“Uh, not bad,” I reply, feeling my face grow hot.
Tommy rings up all of her purchases, and when he gets to the anal vibrator, he says, “Damn, did you break yours already?” My face goes beet red, and I step into the hallway to wait for her without saying a word.
A couple of minutes later, she emerges, looking at me coyly. “So… We have the same taste in toys?”
In a hushed whisper, I respond, “Uh, yeah, I guess.”
We walk back to the car, and I am completely and utterly embarrassed. I hate that she knows that I like things in my ass that was my secret. But I can’t be mad at Tommy. How was he to know we aren’t an actual couple getting toys together?
She pulls up to my place, and I can’t help but steal one last glance at her tits as she says goodbye.
Before she pulls away, she says she’ll call me tomorrow. I watch as she drives away, my cock already rock hard and aching with need. I can’t believe how horny she makes me. As I enter the house, I tear off my clothes as I sprint to the living room, my mind filled with filthy thoughts of her and all the things I want to do to her. I turn on the TV, and thankfully, it’s already tuned to one of my favourite porn channels. A BBW is getting her pussy pounded by a gorgeous hunk of a man with a BBC.
I reach into my living room toy chest, and I grab two toys, my anal vibrator, the same one that she bought today, and my handsfree masturbator. I lube the vibrator up and slowly put it in my hungry asshole. I let out a moan as I feel my hole stretch around the vibrator. I turn it on, and I moan loud enough that if someone were at my door, they would have heard. After a moment of enjoying the pulsations in my ass, I slip my cock into the masturbator and turn it on, letting out yet another loud and guttural moan. I use my free hands to explore the rest of my body and to play with my nipples. I tweak and pull on them until they’re hard and sensitive.
As my toys pleasure me, I turn my attention to the TV. The BBW bends over, her big, juicy ass in the air as she begs her partner to take her from behind. He doesn’t need to be asked twice; his cock already stiff and aching to be inside her.
He slides inside her wet pussy, groaning with pleasure. But she’s not satisfied with just that. No, she wants more.
“Fuck my ass,” she growls, her voice raw and uninhibited. “I want your cock deep inside my ass, me like the dirty whore that I am.”
He pulls out of her pussy. He slides his cock into her ass, making them both groan with pleasure.
“Yes, yes, just like that,” she pants, her body trembling with pleasure. “Fuck my ass harder, make me scream. I want to feel your hot load deep inside me, fill me up like the cum dumpster that I am.”
He grunts in response, his hips thrusting faster and harder as he fucks her ass with everything he’s got. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass echoes through my tv’s speakers, mixing with their moans and gasps of pleasure.
She fingers herself faster, her moans growing louder and more urgent. The sound of her wet fingers sliding in and out of her pussy is filling my living room.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she gasps, her body tensing up as she feels her orgasm building. “Fuck, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum. Make me cum, make me your dirty slut.”
“Take it, take my load,” he growls, his voice guttural and raw. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Take it all, you dirty whore.”
And with that, he lets out a primal roar as he fills her up, his hot load spilling deep inside her ass. She screams in pleasure, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.
As they both scream in pleasure, I feel my orgasm building, the pleasure surging through my body as I release my load into my special toy. I switch it off, gently removing it from my stillsensitive cock. I bring it up to my lips, tasting the salty evidence of my pleasure. I dart my tongue in and out, getting as much of my delicious cum into my mouth as I can. Once I’ve had my fill, I turn my attention to the vibrator still nestled in my ass. I turn it off and slowly pull it out, feeling a sudden emptiness. I bring it to my nose, inhaling deeply before placing it in my mouth, savouring the unique taste.
The phone rings, pulling me from my postorgasmic bliss. I remove the vibrator from my mouth and set it down beside my masturbator. I answer, and it’s my soontobe exwife. Before I can even utter a greeting, she asks what I’m doing.
“Do you really want to know?” I ask, a teasing note in my voice.
“If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked,” she replies.
“I was just enjoying some new toys and watching a BBW getting thoroughly fucked by a gorgeous BBC,” I tell her.
She responds with a sound of disgust. “That’s gross.”
“Well, you asked,” I say with a shrug, even though she can’t see me. “And it seems this is the only way I can have any kind of ual fun these days since you never let me have the kind of fun I wanted.”
“Whatever,” she replies.
“Did you need something, or did you just call to try and make me feel bad about my ual desires?”
“No, sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. What you want or do ually is no longer my business. I was just calling to see how you are doing and wanted to visit.”
We continue our conversation, delving into topics we should have discussed years ago. We talk for hours, both of us getting things off our chests. I glance at the clock and realize it’s getting late. I have work to do and need to get some sleep.
“Sorry, I have to go,” I tell her. “I have to get some work done and then get to bed. Give me a call sometime, but unless you’re prepared to hear the truth, don’t ask me what I’m doing.”
I hang up, my mind already drifting to my day at the mall. My cock is already hardening at the memory, but I resist the urge to touch myself. I like going to bed horny. It makes for some very vivid and satisfying ual dreams.
I wake up slick with sweat, my heart pounding in my chest as I recall my latest Xrated dream. My mind is consumed by the forbidden fantasy I’ve been having. I feel the same undeniable urge I get every time I have that dream. I reach down and grip my small, aching cock, slick with precum. Remembering the taste of her lips and the feeling of her skin against mine from my dream.
I can almost smell her Jasmine perfume and the scent of cigarette smoke. I imagine her lying beside me, her long red hair flowing like a river across the pillow as she nibbles on my ear lobe. I can hear her soft, sensual moans echoing in my mind, and I start jerking off, imagining that my hand is her tight, wet pussy. The thought of her face, flushed with pleasure and desire, is almost too much to bear.
I start to think about how my small cock and lack of experience would disappoint her, and my cock begins to shrivel. The shame of not being able to satisfy a woman weighs heavy on me. I stop touching myself. The thought of disappointing each of my previous lovers leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
If only I had a bigger cock, I think I would be oozing ual confidence, and I would have all the experience I crave. My life would be so different if I could just satisfy my ual partners.
I push myself out of bed, my body heavy with shame, my mind consumed with thoughts of my inadequacy. I grab my towel and head to the bathroom, where I run a steaming bubble bath. I light some jasminescented candles; the scent reminds me of her perfume, and I can’t help but think of her. I turn off the lights, pour myself a generous glass of vodka, and sink into the tub, my skin prickling from the heat of the water.
Even in the comfort of my own home, I can’t shake the feeling of inadequacy. I reach for my phone and use airplay to display the screen on the TV at the foot of my tub. My fingers hover over the keyboard as I enter the URL of my goto porn site for days when I need…
