Hot jobber beatdown from a big-bellied old heel, from wrestling arsenal. “The more seasoned Sommers dominates the action and the age disparity between the two lends an air of humiliation, as though the naughty Doughboy is being taken to the woodshed for a very public spanking.”
Pervy old boss making the younger man feel like a woman. Teaching him to get pleasure from his sweet lips and his perky tits, and give into the violation of a real man’s molestations. Queering the young upstart is a powerful and time-tested way of turning a potential competitor into a lifelong underling that the manager can exploit endless as he cements a place for himself at the top of the corporate food-chain.
all too well 10 minute - taylor swift / the infamous leonardo dicaprio girlfriend ‘25 is the cut off’ age chart / bradley cooper (38) reading lolita to his girlfriend, suki waterhouse (21) in a park / motion sickness - phoebe bridgers / dear john - taylor swift / illicit affairs - taylor swift / jeff & annie on community / dj - ts / favorite crime - olivia rodrigo / atw10 - ts / happier than ever - billie eilish / ms - pb
and finally, john mayer (32) on how he felt the song taylor swift (then 19) wrote about their relationship portrayed him unfairly. swift is still not the age he was when they dated.
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Halloween is Mom’s favorite time of the year. I’m not sure what she’s supposed to be this time, but I (and all the other boys in the neighborhood) love her costume. The way her tits poured out of the tight top and her ass hung out the back of her short skirt was too much for me. This year I was going to fuck her one way or another.
I concocted a plan. I sneaked out of the house as soon as it was time to trick-or-treat. She didn’t know that I was going to be dressing up this year as a skeleton. I knocked on my house’s door, my identity hidden by my mask.
Mom answered the door holding the bowl of candy pressed back up against her huge breasts. She was wearing a winning smile and not much else.
“Aww! Don’t you look scary!” She said, bending over a little to get a good look at my costume.
I got a full view of her giant tits. The autumn chill made her nipples harden, the tanlines from her bikinis circling her gargantuan mounds. I could feel my cock hardening quickly from the sight of her, but I had to play it cool.
“Trick or treat!” I said, hoping she wouldn’t recognize my voice.
Mom grinned and filled me up with candy, her tits jiggling enticingly. The mask muffled my voice enough that she didn’t recognize me.
“Are you all alone tonight, M'am?” I pipped up. I knew she was. Dad was gone for the weekend so it would be just me and her.
“Yep! I’m spending the holiday alone, unfortunately. My family is off somewhere.” She replied.
“Aww, that’s too bad.” I said.
We talked for a while until I finally got her to let me into the house. I knew I had charmed her enough to get the ball rolling. We sat down on the couch together, her tight body only inches away.
“I love your costume.” I said, trying to make up a reason for why I was starring so shamelessly at her body. I knew she wasn’t fooled though. She saw the bulge in my pants. No mask could hide how hard she made me, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. If anything, Mom seemed to love the attention.
“Really? I made it myself!” She said, caressed the soft fabric covering her tits. “You don’t think it’s too revealing?”
“Oh no,” I answered. “It’s perfect.”
“I thought you liked it.” She said with a grin, scooting closer to me. “You know, I sure am lonely in this house all by myself. My husband won’t be back until Monday and my son is off with this friend’s tonight.” I watched as she slid her hand up my thigh, running gently over my bulge. I couldn’t believe it, my mother was groping me! I didn’t know what to say. I stumbled to get the words out, but she pressed her fingers to my mask’s lips.
“Shhh. You don’t have to say anything. I see how hard you are.” She whispered, climbing onto my lap. Her tits were now inches away from my face, the lace that held the fabric closed straining at the seams and ready to burst. “Do you want to fuck me, big boy?”
I couldn’t speak out of shock, so I nodded. I watched as Mom unlaced her top, revealing her round, beautiful tits. She gently pressed my face against them, inviting me to lick and suck on her nipples. As I fondled her, she reached down into my pants and began to stroke my cock.
“That’s it, baby. You’re making me so wet…” She murmured, running her fingers over my balls.
I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. After all the wanting, all the waiting, I was going to fuck my own mother. I couldn’t help myself, I needed to fuck her now.
To her surprise, I suddenly sprang into action, pushing her down on the couch so I could climb on top of her. I began to unzip my pants, flicking my tongue against her hard nipples.
“Oh wow! Aren’t you a lively young man!” She laughed, moaning with pleasure as I sucked on her sensitive nipples.
I pulled off her lace panties and spread her legs wide, showing off her tight, pink pussy. Without hesitation, I dived between her thighs, grinding my tongue up against her clit nice and hard. She moaned loudly, grabbing the back of my head.
“Yes, yes!” She moaned as I fiercely ate out her wet pussy. “Yes, yes! Don’t stop! Mmmm, no one has fucked me like this in years! Lick inside me!” She begged, pressing her tits together.
I did as she asked, shoving my tongue deep, deep inside her hole. Despite being twice my age, her pussy was tight as ever. I licked and sucked on her lips, burying my face between her legs like I was starving. She held nothing back, moaning with pleasure as I made her cum again and again with my tongue. I had dreamed about licking her pussy for as long as I could remember.
Finally, after she was good and soaked, I shoved my cock inside Mom’s pussy. I groaned at how tight she was, her hole wrapping around my meat just like I imagined. I fucked her fast and hard, slamming my cock in and out of her again and again. With every thrust her tits bounced and jiggled.
Hours later, Mom was stuffed with my cum and exhausted. I gave her tits one last squeeze before I decided it was time to reveal myself.
“I have a surprise.” I said, kissing her tits gingerly.
“Mmmm, what is it, baby?” She said, her eyes drooping from all the hard fucking.
I pulled off my mask, revealing myself as her son to her shock.
voice shook, I gawked through the fog-caked window,
baffled.“Fiery the angels rose.”Blake’s
voices were not mine. He saw holy choirs
and I saw la Dedova, the Widow.
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Notes:
“Leccamela tutta,” is an Italian phrase that falls somewhere between, “lick it all up,”and,“lick my pussy.” In 1765, when he was only eight years old, Romantic mystic and poet William Blake is said to have had his first vision when he saw a tree full of angels in Peckham park. Naples is the third-largest city of Italy, after Milan and Rome.
I am 19 years old and I recently started talking with a guy, who is 7 years older than me and happens to have a kid from a previous relationship… I really like him but I don’t know if it is normal. Should I run away?
Yeah, my advice is not to date this dude. You’re at completely different stages in your life, and you’re going to have different values and needs. Probably best to keep your options open and stick to dating people in a more similar situation as you.
Written for the @bite-me-delight-me-hp-fest and revealed today! Genie!James grants all of Lily’s wishes… until he can’t.
It took 900 years, but James finally found his one true love.
She was young—exceptionally young, really, in comparison to James. He met her on the eve of her twenty-first birthday. She caught his attention because her hair caught the sunlight, and it looked like she was dancing with a crown of fire. He asked her to dance, and he got lost in the cool green of her eyes, fell for the soft rosy pink of her lips. The sound of her voice was as fragrant as the flower that she was named for, and she laughed when he said that to her.
“So posh,” she said. “Bet you use your pretty words on all the girls.
In 900 years of searching, he had never found someone who made him feel even a fraction of what he felt for her.
As Yvette watched her student Mimi go through her post-rehearsal stretches, Yvette’s past flowed through her head. In her memories, she was the student, and it was Madame Sophie looking on.
Fondly recalling those days of long, hard rehearsals in Madame Sophie’s private studio. Followed by long evenings perfecting other, more intimate moves in Sophie’s bedroom. Yvette was Sophie’s star student in more ways than one. Learning to adore another woman’s body was a revelation for Yvette.
Yvette’s nipples hardened as she watched Mimi and remembered Sophie. And as she looked forward to once again having Mimi in her bed this evening. Mimi was similarly taken with the sensations that came from delivering female pleasure. And Yvette certainly did not let Mimi go unsatisfied.
Yvette clapped to indicate this part of their time together was complete; Mimi smile up at her. Yvette’s nipples told Mimi it was time to move on from the barre to the boudoir. Mimi’s was a smile wide in wonderful anticipation.
