Well, The Year Is Coming To An End, So It’s Time For This Year’s Top 5 Book List.

I love how you try to appear faithful, how your eyes reveal the battle between duty and desire. How you hold your breath for a moment, as if hoping to resist, but the fire within you has already begun to burn uncontrollably. How your thoughts still seek justification, yet your body surrenders to instinct. You try to remain loyal to your husband, but the passion coursing through you always prevails.I love how you give yourself to this moment, breaking every chain, as if each touch liberates you from shame. How you beg me to take you to the edge, forgetting everything else — even your vows. You captivate me with this struggle, where what you truly desire always triumphs — me.

Where is from? I need to find

UPD: I found. Its movie show "Weeds"

Kat Foster leaning spread eagle over a bench with her hands bound to it and a ball gag in her mouth in this bondage scene, wearing panties and a bustier. A guy then paddles her a couple times, walking around her and occasionally stopping to take her ball gag out or put it back in.

Seja a boa garota

Ele adora

“Seja a garota má

Ele deseja

Seja a garota safada

Ele deseja

Seja a senhora

Ele adora”

Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood. If you nourished your sexual life with all the excitements and adventures which love injects into sensuality, you would be the most potent human being in the world. The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony. Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all of the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.

Anaïs Nin - 'The Diary Of Anaïs Nin, Volume 3; 1939-1944'

Prompt List:

1.) "Please let me kiss you."

2.) "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

3.) "Who do I have to kill?"

4.) "You're mine"

5.) "Please mama"

6.) "Who did this to you?"

7.) "Just like that"

8.) "You're so good at this"

9.) "Good girl"

10.) "I love you"

11.) "STFUATTDLAGG"

12.) "Don't stop"

13.) "Show me your pretty pussy baby"

14.) "Play with yourself princess"

15.) "Let me see just how wet I make you"

16.) "I'll fuck that smirk right off your pretty little face"

17.) "Don't start something you can't finish babygirl"

18.) "Don't look at me like that"

19.) "Close your mouth princess, if you're not careful someone might shove their cock in there."

20.) "Yeah? Such a whore for my cock baby?"

21.) "If you don't stop acting like a brat, I'll have no problem dealing with you myself"

22.) "Do I make you horny Y/N?"

23.) "Look me in the eyes while you suck my cock"

24.) "Fix your attitude or I'll fuck it out of you"

25.) "Who do you think you're talking to?"

For Mooties Only:

26.) Give me two completely made up by you!

Ode to the Cuckold Husband

In a world where traditional relationships often limit freedom and self-expression, the cuckold husband emerges as a symbol of openness, trust, and an unconventional approach to love. This is not just a role; it is a true art of acceptance and support that deserves recognition.

Openness and Acceptance

The cuckold husband demonstrates incredible openness to new experiences and desires. He is unafraid to acknowledge his wishes and fantasies, embracing them as part of his identity. This requires great courage and self-confidence, as not everyone can take such a step.

Trust and Support

At the core of cuckold relationships lies deep trust. A man who embraces this role shows boundless support for his partner, allowing her to explore her desires without fear of judgment. This creates an atmosphere where both partners can be happy and fulfill their dreams.

Defiance of Stereotypes

The cuckold husband challenges traditional gender roles and stereotypes. He does not conform to outdated notions of what a "real man" should be. Instead, he chooses to be free, genuine, and happy, which is a true manifestation of strength.

A Beautiful Combination

It is important to clarify that this dynamic is not akin to adult films. In many portrayals of cuckoldry in pornography, the essence of this relationship is often distorted. A wife who enjoys the thrill of being with other men is not a promiscuous woman; rather, she is a devoted partner who chooses to explore her sexuality while remaining deeply in love with her husband. This relationship beautifully combines virtue and indulgence, creating a unique bond that transcends conventional boundaries.

Conclusion

The cuckold husband is not merely a role but a whole philosophy of life that teaches us to accept ourselves and our partners as they are. He exemplifies how to build relationships based on trust, openness, and mutual respect. In a world filled with stereotypes and limitations, his example inspires new possibilities and experiences.

WONDERFUL CUCKOLDRESS

After it got dark and all the other cousins and grown ups had gone inside the house, my cousin and me stayed in the pool splashing around. He’d lift me on his shoulders and drop me into the water making a big splash. After awhile we were tired and got out to dry off on two of the lounge chairs.

“I’m taking drivers ed next month,” he told me.

“Are you getting a car?” I asked, jealous knowing that he probably would be.

“I hope so!”

Even though he was only two years older than me, it seemed like forever before I’d have the freedom to drive.

We don’t say much else as we sat there wrapped in towels by the pool. Then out of nowhere he busted out.

“So you ever seen one?”

“Seen what?” I asked him.

“A dick?” he answered.

“No!” I was embarrassed by the question.

“Want to see mine?” He asked with a sheepish grin.

I hadn’t been offered before and I suppose the curiosity got the best of me.

“Ok!” I told him.

My answer surprised him but without hesitation he began pulling down his board shorts that were still damp from the pool.

“Well?” he asked.

It was bigger than I imagined and I sat up on the lounge chair to get a closer look.

“Ok,” I responded feeling a little awkward.

“Want to touch it?”

I shrugged my shoulders and extenddd my finger and touched the top of it. It started to move.

“Why don’t you hold it?” he asked.

I gripped his shaft and my eyes opened wide as it began to grow in my hand.

“Oh wow!” I told him.

“Move your hand up and down it.”

I did as he told me, my hand clenched around his cock watching as it got harder and harder.

“Does it feel good?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied in a soft whisper his eyes now closed. “Keep going!”

My hand was shaking as I looked up at the house and around us in the dark making sure no one was watching.

“Go faster,” he asked me.

By now his smooth cock was almost two hands worth as I sped up my strokes on his shaft. His breathing got harder. I stopped.

“Wait! What? Why did you stop?” he asked his chest heaving .

“You want me to keep going?” I asked.

“Yes please. It feels very good.”

I wrapped my hand again on his long shaft and continued to slide it up and down. He put his hand over my clenched fist.

“Harder. Grip it harder . Hold on to it and then stroke it .”

I could now feel his cock throbbing in my hand with my tighter grip.

“Oh god Kaylie. Much better,” his pleasure now obvious on his face . “Show me yours.”

“You want to see mine?” I asked surprised.

“Yes. I’ve only seen one in pictures. Please.”

Felt weird that my cousin was asking me to show him my private parts. My mother had warned me not to ever show anyone anything inappropriate from strangers to her boyfriends or even my uncles . But she never told me not to show my cousin who was only a couple years older than me and not even old enough to drive yet. So I figured why not?

I unwrapped my towel with one hand and began pulling down my bikini bottom all while still stroking my cousins hard cock. I pulled them to my ankles and he asked me to spread my legs.

“Lift your legs up onto the chair,” he asked as he leaned in closer. I put my feet up on the lounger and spread them out. My bare pussy with only the moonlight shining on it.

“Can I touch it?” he asked shyly.

“Ok” I said.

His open hand reached towards it and the tip of his middle finger made contact.

“Feels so soft and smooth.” He continued touching it making circular motions. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes.” I said.

Just then I felt his body tense up.

“Should I stop?” I asked.

“No. Keep going.”

He sat across me, legs stretched out on the lounger, his cock straight up in the air, my arm tiring from the constant stroking. And just like that a rope of his young milky cum shot up straight in the air. Followed by another thick shot and even more until it covered my hand.

“Holy crap,” I told him. My eyes wide open with an uncontrollable giggle.

“Fuck that felt good,” he said, his firm body trembling.

“Kaylie! Brian!” We heard my aunts voice from the house. “Come get some cake before it’s all gone!”

“Ok Mom. Be right there.” He responded.

We both pulled up our swim suits and he cleaned himself with his towel. I dipped my hand in the pool and dried it off with my own towel and giggled the whole time before heading inside.

Now six years later whenever we run into each other, we never mention that night, but look at each other with those knowing glances of what happened between us.