Author: Valery_JOI

[F] 24 showed my patriotism to retirement home residents

My parents fled the aftermath of communism when I was very young. The country in which I live now generously took us in and I grew up in it, always well protected. But only when I became an adult and I could learn about the rest of the world did I realize how much luck and privilege I had growing up here, in one of the finest nations on earth. I became deeply grateful to all the men and women who built and maintained this country that gave me as a young girl all I needed to flourish and feel safe. So I wanted to give at least a bit back by visiting residents in a retirement home close by. A few years ago, every two weeks I came to their Sunday afternoon open hours, where everybody could join in for games and chatting (before Covid hit!).

I met some fabulous senior citizens there, all polite and sweet: A retired police officer that protected his fellow citizens out in the streets and traffic for decades; a heating engineer who had his own little company and throughout his career made sure that thousands of homes got it warm in winter times; a well spoken academic that had nobody left of his family visiting him… Read more »

[F] 24 my work at the library can become creepy at night

It can become creepy at night in the library where I work. Because it’s ME who turns into a creep at night. I can’t help myself. I like the night shifts: Lost souls are sitting in the great reading halls. Some of my colleagues and I are still there for the few visitors to ask us questions or get something from the archives. Hmm, the archives. Most of their area is well lit, but I know all the darker corners where you can sneak in. Best when some dorky male academic shows up at my reception desk and asks for something deep down from the archives. The visitors can go there themselves, most of the time we tell them the direction and off they go.

But still quite many get confused in the long hallways and corridors, entering deeper into the archives with thousands upon thousands of books and documents around you…. where you think and feel you are all alone. When suddenly another night creature creeps out from one corridor, all silently, with a book it has found, or scurrying from one shelf to the next. And sometimes this creature is me, being all sweet and creepy at the same time. I know of course in which archive’s section my academic gentlemen can be found. Roaming around as I indicated them the way just minutes ago. Read more »

I [F] 24 nearly suffocated a guy grinding on his face and we ended up in the hospital

Brace yourselves, long story, and I’m no native speaker!

I knew this could happen one time but I didn’t want to believe it. Writing all this down now freed myself, as it was traumatizing, hilarious and hot at the same time. I’m still completely mixed in my feelings of guilt and horniness about that.

So I like men eating me out, like a lot. I sit on their faces and grind on them more and more, becoming all wet super fast, until I climax. Sometimes I forget about them while their faces are buried under my thick ass bubble butt cheeks. But well, until that night, all of them always knew how to escape from under me before risking DYING!! Jeez! I am not that big and even not that athletic!

This is what happened to me several weeks ago: On a rather boring night at a flat with some of my friends/coworkers there was this shy, young man sitting next to me. We played some boring table board games in the group and the more bored I became, the more I fantasized about sitting on this young fellow’s youthful face tonight. He was 22 but I could see that he hardly had to shave. Such a perfect smooth face to soak with my wet pussy lips … Well, I became a bit attracted to that idea. So I made it happen that we ended up at his flat. Read more »

My (F24] work at the library can become creepy at night

It can become creepy at night in the library where I work. Because it’s ME who turns into a creep at night. I can’t help myself. I like the night shifts: Lost souls are sitting in the great reading halls. Some of my colleagues and I are still there for the few visitors to ask us questions or get something from the archives. Hmm, the archives. Most of their area is well lit, but I know all the darker corners where you can sneak in. Best when some dorky male academic shows up at my reception desk and asks for something deep down from the archives. The visitors can go there themselves, most of the time we tell them the direction and off they go.

But still quite many get confused in the long hallways and corridors, entering deeper into the archives with thousands upon thousands of books and documents around you…. where you think and feel you are all alone. When suddenly another night creature creeps out from one corridor, all silently, with a book it has found, or scurrying from one shelf to the next. And sometimes this creature is me, being all sweet and creepy at the same time. I know of course in which archive’s section my academic gentlemen can be found. Roaming around as I indicated them the way just minutes ago. Read more »

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Categorized as Erotica

[F] Comparing my pizza dough to my titties

So many stories about wild sex here! While I just want to let you know that I like making pizza for my friends. Before they come to my place, I prepare the dough so that we can later top the ingredients together. I usually make two or four pizza dough balls, size of a hands full only (I like my pizza base thin).

When the yeast was fresh and the dough rose well, the balls get so soft and full in my hands. I squeeze and fondle them a bit more than necessary. Then I always feel this urge to compare them to my breasts. I put the dough balls aside, reach under my top and bra, then I squeeze and fondle my thick titties for comparison. After that I get back to my dough balls, smash them on the kitchen table and and roll them out.

I wonder what other pizza chefs think when squeezing their dough.

[F] Standing a tiny bit too close to men is my most harmless hobby

It’s so simple and has such a charming effect: I work in a library, and when male visitors ask me for help with their search, I guide them to one of our computers on standing tables. Then I make them use the computer while I am standing right next to or a bit behind them to help.

Soon I get a bit too close, around 20 cm (8 inches) closer than would be normally socially acceptable. When they get aware of that, I can detect if they like it or not by their micromovements. Most men like it and many of them start getting a bit nervous. That’s so cute! If they are nice and sweet during these short interactions, I show them something on the screen and my big breasts “accidentally” touch their arm, or they can feel my breath slightly near their cheek, or they get to smell my mix of vanilla perfume and pheromones.

And then I let them be. It’s this little bit of excitement I get out of my job as a librarian, especially during the night shifts.

I [F24] pegged my friend after he was treated weirdly by a Gender Studies professor

I have a friend, Dave, he’s French, with his parents from Senegal. He looks a bit like hot French actor Omar Sy. He is tall like him and even bulkier, though a bit older. He served in the French military in Africa and Afghanistan and apparently did some rough things overseas – but: he is the sweetest and most devoted male lover I ever met! He is cute and friendly and charming, totally that gentle giant a woman feels so protected when with him, no matter if on the streets or between the sheets. When she wants it, he can fuck his lady with his huge cock like a savage, but when he feels she needs it slower, he immediately pulls out, forgets about his raging cock and slightly touches her with his fingertips and kisses her with his tongue wherever she wants to be touched. He is like THE MOST PERFECT lover EVER! Read more »