OxonWoods Man

Category: Fingering

  • Ode to Fingering

    O delicate dance of fingers on skin,
    A journey begins where her breath grows thin.
    Soft folds invite with a trembling plea,
    A touch to unlock what yearns to be free.

    The rhythm unfolds, a pulse to explore,
    Each curve and each crest a map to adore.
    Her warmth is a guide, her sighs a sweet song,
    A cadence of pleasure that carries along.

    Slow circles trace where her secrets reside,
    A tender invasion, no need to hide.
    Her hips rise to meet the gentle caress,
    A silent confession of pure excess.

    The slickness grows with each careful glide,
    A river awakened by passion’s tide.
    Fingers become both artist and muse,
    Painting her bliss in the hues she’ll choose.

    A deeper plunge where her core ignites,
    Her gasps are stars in the velvet night.
    The walls clench tight, a welcoming grip,
    A sacred bond in each fingertip.

    The pace quickens as her voice ascends,
    A symphony builds where control bends.
    Her thighs a frame, her center the stage,
    A story of longing on every page.

    Two fingers curl to a hidden delight,
    A spot that sparks with a shivering bite.
    Her moan is a hymn, both wild and devout,
    A secret revealed that she can’t live without.

    The tempo shifts, now soft, now bold,
    A tale of desire in each fold told.
    Her body speaks what words cannot say,
    A language of touch in sweet disarray.

    Her breath catches sharp, the edge draws near,
    Fingers persist through trembling fear.
    A crest approaches, a wave to ride,
    Her pleasure blooms where the soul resides.

    The climax breaks, a shuddering flood,
    A pulse of release in her racing blood.
    Fingers stay steady, they cradle her fall,
    A tender anchor through ecstasy’s call.

    As waves subside, a glow remains,
    Her softness hums through sated veins.
    The touch slows gentle, a soothing art,
    A bridge from rapture back to her heart.

    O sacred act, this gift bestowed,
    Fingering her where passion flowed.
    A woman’s bliss, a moment divine,
    Forever etched in touch’s design.

  • The Coastal Path Encounter

    The Scottish coast stretched out in wild, untamed beauty before Kiri and her friends, Emma and Morag. The three women had set out that morning along a rugged cliffside path, the wind tugging at their hair and the salty tang of the North Sea filling their lungs. Kiri, at 47, carried a few extra pounds that softened her frame, her large breasts swaying slightly beneath her loose-fitting sweater as she walked. She’d always been comfortable in her body, its curves, its heft, its appetites. Her sexuality was a well-worn path she’d traveled with confidence, her high sex drive a constant hum beneath the surface of her everyday life. Between her legs, her large pussy was a landscape of its own, prominent, crinkled inner lips darker than the surrounding skin, neatly trimmed pubic hair framing it like a crown. She knew it well, loved it fiercely, and today, as the sun climbed higher, she felt that familiar itch stirring.

    Emma, wiry and sharp-tongued, led the trio, her short blonde hair whipping in the breeze. Morag, broader and quieter, trailed behind, her auburn curls bouncing with each step. They’d been friends for years, bonded by laughter and a shared irreverence for propriety. When Emma spotted a narrow trail veering off the main path toward a secluded cove, she didn’t hesitate. “Let’s get some sun on our bones,” she declared, and Kiri grinned, already imagining the cool sand against her skin.

    The beach was a hidden gem, a crescent of pale sand framed by jagged cliffs and lapped by gentle waves. It was deserted, save for the gulls wheeling overhead. Without a word, the three women stripped off their clothes, tossing sweaters, jeans, and underwear into a haphazard pile. Kiri stood naked, her heavy breasts settling against her chest, nipples tightening in the crisp air. She ran a hand absently over her stomach, feeling the softness there, then let her fingers brush the coarse hair above her pussy, a private ritual of self-assurance. Morag stretched out in the middle, her freckled skin gleaming, while Emma flopped onto the sand on the right, facing the ocean. Kiri took the left, closest to where the beach curved toward the cliffs, and lay back, the sun warming her flesh.

    For an hour, they basked in silence, the rhythmic crash of waves lulling them into a lazy haze. Kiri’s mind drifted, her body alive with the sensation of being bare under the sky. Her thoughts, as they often did, turned to sex, memories of past lovers, the weight of a man’s hands, the stretch of a cock inside her. She shifted slightly, feeling the sand shift beneath her ample hips, and let her legs part just enough to feel the breeze tease her inner thighs.

    Then, a figure appeared.

    He came from the left, walking along the shoreline toward them. Tall and slim, he carried the easy grace of someone older, perhaps in his mid to late fifties, his silver, grey hair catching the light. Kiri noticed him first, her eyes tracking him casually as he approached. He stopped about thirty feet away, near the water’s edge, and set down a small bag. Without a glance their way, he began to undress. Kiri propped herself on one elbow, intrigued. His shirt came off first, revealing a lean torso dusted with gray hair. Then his trousers, exposing long, sinewy legs. She watched, unhurried, until he stood in nothing but a pair of dark briefs. The bulge there was unmistakable, promising, substantial, and her pulse quickened.

    When he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slid the briefs down, Kiri’s breath caught. His cock sprang free, thick and long, hanging heavy between his thighs. It wasn’t erect, but its sheer size was impressive, a soft arc of flesh that swayed slightly as he moved. He glanced her way and smiled, a warm, knowing smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. Kiri returned it, her gaze dropping back to his cock as she tried to gauge its potential. Eight inches? Nine? More when hard? She couldn’t be sure, but the thought sent a shiver through her.

    He spread a towel on the sand and lay on his back, his head turned just enough to keep her in his peripheral vision. His cock draped across his left hip, away from her, its weight pulling it down against his skin. Kiri rolled onto her side, facing him fully, her left arm tucked beneath her head. Her right breast rested heavily against her chest, the nipple brushing the sand. She studied him, the faint lines of muscle in his thighs, the relaxed curve of his belly, and that magnificent cock, lolling there like an invitation. Her right leg bent slightly, raising her knee, and her hand drifted down her body. She let her fingers graze her pussy, tracing the thick, crinkled lips she knew so well. They were warm, already slick with the first stirrings of arousal.

    At first, her touch was light, discreet, a slow circling of her clit that could’ve been mistaken for an idle scratch. But he noticed. His head tilted further toward her, and he rolled onto his right side, mirroring her position. His cock twitched, swelling faintly as blood began to rush into it. His hand moved down, long fingers wrapping around the shaft, and he started to stroke himself, slow and deliberate. Kiri’s breath hitched. She lifted her leg higher, parting her thighs, and slipped two fingers inside herself. The wetness there was immediate, her pussy yielding to her touch with a soft squelch. This wasn’t about a quick release, not yet. She wanted to be ready, lubricated and open, for what she knew was coming.

    His cock grew steadily, thickening and lengthening as he worked it. The head emerged from its foreskin, glistening faintly in the sunlight. Kiri’s eyes locked on it, her fingers plunging deeper, curling against her inner walls. She imagined him inside her, stretching her wide, filling her in a way she hadn’t felt in years. When he was nearly fully erect, eight inches at least, maybe more, she couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled her hand free, her fingers glistening, and stood.

    The sand shifted beneath her feet as she crossed the distance between them. She knelt beside him, her knees sinking into the towel, and let her gaze travel from his cock up his body to his face. His eyes were hazel, warm with amusement and desire. He opened his mouth to speak, perhaps to introduce himself, but Kiri pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. Names didn’t matter. She pushed him gently onto his back and leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest as she took his cock in her hand. It was heavy, warm, the skin velvet-smooth over its rigid core. She lowered her mouth to it, lips parting to take him in.

    He tasted faintly of salt and musk, his thickness stretching her jaw as she sucked. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit, and he groaned softly. His hands found her, one threading into her hair, the other sliding between her thighs. His fingers, long and deft, stroked her pussy, parting her lips and slipping inside. She moaned around his cock, the vibration drawing another groan from him. He was fully hard now, a towering presence in her mouth, and she knew she needed him elsewhere.

    Kiri pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip, and straddled him. She guided his cock to her entrance, the head nudging against her slick folds. Slowly, she sank down, feeling him stretch her inch by inch. It was exquisite, almost too much. He was the largest she’d ever had, his girth pressing against every nerve inside her, his length reaching deeper than anyone before. Her pussy clenched around him, adjusting to the fullness, and she gasped, her hands braced on his chest. She felt stuffed, gloriously so, her inner walls pulsing against him as she settled fully onto his hips.

    She began to move, rocking slowly, savoring the drag of him inside her. Each motion sent a jolt through her, the pressure building low in her belly. Her breasts bounced with her rhythm, heavy and free, and she reached down with her right hand, fingers finding her clit. She rubbed it in tight circles, amplifying the sensation of his cock filling her. The combination was electric, his size stretching her, her fingers teasing her to the edge. She rode him like that for long minutes, the sun hot on her back, the sound of the waves blending with their breaths.

    Her orgasm built gradually, a slow wave cresting higher with each thrust. When it hit, it was shattering. She cried out, her pussy clamping down on him, spasms rippling through her core. Her fingers pressed harder against her clit, drawing out the pleasure until she was trembling, breathless. He groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips, but he didn’t come, not yet.

    Panting, Kiri slid off him, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. She shoved him off the towel, onto the sand, and got onto all fours, her knees sinking into the soft ground. Her breasts hung low, swaying as she arched her back, presenting herself. He didn’t hesitate. Kneeling behind her, he lined himself up and thrust in, burying himself to the hilt. The angle was different, deeper, sharper, and she moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the cliffs. Their bodies slapped together, a rhythmic, primal noise that drowned out the waves.

    She reached back with one hand, fingers working her clit again, but as the pressure built, she let go, wanting to feel him alone. He pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him. Her second orgasm came faster, harder, a tidal wave that crashed over her and kept going. She screamed, her voice raw, her pussy spasming around him as the pleasure stretched out, endless and consuming. When it finally began to ebb, she pulled away, his cock sliding free with a slick pop.

    Kiri stood, legs shaky, and glanced around. Morag was nearby, one leg cocked up on a rock, her fingers buried in her own pussy as she watched. Their eyes met, and Morag grinned, a wicked, conspiratorial smile. Kiri returned it, then turned toward Emma, who was waiting a few feet away, her slim body taut with anticipation.

    Without a word, Kiri lay back on the sand, and Emma climbed over her, positioning herself for a 69. Kiri’s tongue found Emma’s pussy, tight and tangy, while Emma’s mouth descended on Kiri’s still-throbbing folds. They devoured each other, tongues and lips working in tandem, the taste of salt and arousal mingling. In the background, Morag’s cries rose, sharp and needy, as she took her turn with the stranger. Kiri didn’t look, she didn’t need to. The sounds told her everything: Morag’s gasps, the slap of flesh, the stranger’s low grunts.

    Kiri focused on Emma, on the slick heat against her tongue, the pressure of Emma’s mouth on her clit. They came together, a shared shudder that left them panting into each other’s thighs. When it was over, Kiri lay back, staring up at the sky, her body humming with satisfaction. The stranger, the beach, her friends, it was a moment of pure, unbridled freedom, etched into the wild Scottish coast.

  • Emma – 06 – New Chapter

    A Clearing at Dusk: Rekindling a Marriage

    The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over Emma’s Oxfordshire cottage as Derreck’s car pulled into the driveway. Emma stood at the kitchen window, her body still tingling from her morning with Richard, her pussy sore but sated in the best way, the memory of his thick cock and their passionate fucking in his workshop lingering in her mind. She still wore the pale blue summer dress with tiny white daisies, the same one she’d worn for her first encounter with Richard, her body bare beneath it, the fabric clinging to her skin, a reminder of the freedom she’d felt with him.

    But now, as Derreck stepped through the door, his familiar smile lighting up his face, Emma felt a new determination settle over her. Her marriage to Derreck was loving, a partnership built on trust and companionship, but their sex life had always been lacking, a fact that had driven her into Richard’s arms. Derreck’s acceptance of her dalliances had given her the freedom to explore her desires, but she didn’t want to rely on others to fulfill her needs forever. She wanted to awaken their sex life, to teach Derreck how to please her, to build a deeper intimacy between them. The morning’s quick, unsatisfying sex had only solidified her resolve, and she was ready to take the first step.

    “Evening, love,” Derreck said, setting his bag down and pulling her into a hug, his arms warm and familiar around her. He was in his mid-forties, average height with a solid build, his dark hair flecked with gray, his brown eyes soft with affection. “How was your day?”

    Emma smiled, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him, her hazel eyes bright with intent. “It was good,” she said, her voice light but laced with meaning. “But I was thinking, how about a walk after dinner? Just the two of us. It’s a beautiful evening.”

    Derreck raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “A walk, huh? Sounds nice. Let me change, and I’ll help with dinner.”

    They moved through the evening with a comfortable ease, preparing a simple meal of grilled chicken and salad, their conversation flowing as they ate at the small kitchen table. Emma steered the discussion toward their shared memories, reminiscing about the early days of their marriage, the trips they’d taken, the dreams they’d had. Derreck opened up about his day at work, his voice animated as he described a new project, and Emma listened, her heart swelling with affection for the man she’d chosen to spend her life with. The conversation was lovely, a reminder of the bond they shared, and it set the tone for what she hoped would be a transformative evening.

    As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink, they set out for their walk, hand in hand, the warm August air wrapping around them like a soft embrace. Emma led the way, her bare feet slipping into sandals, her dress swishing around her knees, the lack of underwear making her feel bold and free. Derreck wore a light shirt and trousers, his hand warm in hers as they walked through the village and toward the woods where she and Richard had seen the herd of Roe deer just a week ago. The memory of that dawn, the deer, and Richard’s cock inside her, sent a shiver through her, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the man beside her, the man she wanted to reconnect with.

    They reached the clearing just as the light began to fade, the sky a deep indigo streaked with the last traces of sunset, the air heavy with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. The clearing was as beautiful as Emma remembered, the grass shimmering with the first hints of evening dew, the surrounding trees casting long shadows in the fading light. They crouched behind the same cluster of ferns where Emma and Richard had hidden, their movements quiet to avoid startling any wildlife, and waited, their eyes scanning the clearing for the herd of Roe deer they’d come to see.

    The deer appeared just as they had before, emerging from the trees on the far side of the clearing, their slender forms moving with a quiet grace that took Emma’s breath away. It was the same small herd, eleven Roe deer of different ages, heading in the same direction as they had a week ago, their movements calm and deliberate as they grazed and explored the clearing. Emma squeezed Derreck’s hand, her voice a soft whisper. “There they are,” she said, her eyes bright with wonder, and Derreck nodded, his own expression filled with awe as he watched the deer, his hand tightening in hers.

    The herd consisted of three adult does, their reddish-brown coats glowing in the dusk, their movements methodical as they nibbled at the grass, their large, dark eyes scanning the clearing for any sign of danger. Two adult bucks followed, their antlers small but elegant, covered in velvet, a sign of the late summer season, their steps confident as they moved through the grass, occasionally lifting their heads to sniff the air. Four yearlings, their coats a slightly lighter shade, stayed close to the does, their movements playful, darting between the adults in short bursts of energy, their hooves barely making a sound on the soft grass. Two fawns, born earlier in the summer, trailed behind, their spotted coats blending with the dappled light, their small ears flicking as they took tentative steps, their curiosity evident in their wide, innocent eyes.

    Emma and Derreck watched in silence, their wonder growing with each passing minute, the deer’s behavior a perfect blend of caution and curiosity. The does grazed with a steady rhythm, their teeth tearing at the grass with a soft, rustling sound, their tails flicking to ward off the occasional fly. The bucks were more alert, one of them pausing to rub his antlers against a small sapling, the faint scraping sound echoing in the still air, marking his territory with a quiet confidence. The yearlings bounded playfully, chasing each other in short bursts, one of them leaping over a patch of wildflowers, its hooves kicking up tiny droplets of dew that sparkled in the fading light. The fawns grew bolder, venturing a few steps away from their mothers, their small noses twitching as they sniffed the air, their small bodies trembling with the excitement of the evening.

    As they watched, Derreck’s hand tightened in hers, his voice soft but tinged with vulnerability. “Emma,” he began, his tone hesitant, “do you feel like I’m enough for you? I know this morning wasn’t good, I came too quickly, and I could tell you weren’t satisfied. I just… I don’t want you to feel like you’re missing something.”

    Emma turned to him, her heart aching at the uncertainty in his voice, and she squeezed his hand, her eyes meeting his with a fierce honesty. “Derreck,” she said, her voice firm but gentle, “you are enough for me. I love you, and I want us to be better together. This morning wasn’t about you not being enough, it’s about us needing to take the time to learn each other’s bodies, to understand what we need. I want you to please me, and I want to show you how. You just need to let things last longer, to explore me without rushing.”

    She paused, her gaze softening as she continued, her words direct but kind. “I enjoy sex, Derreck, but sometimes it feels like you treat it as something dirty, like you’re using me and don’t want to debase me by taking too long. I don’t feel that way, I want you to take your time, to worship my body, to let us both enjoy it fully. It’s not about abusing me, it’s about connecting with me.”

    Derreck’s eyes widened, a mix of relief and nervousness flickering across his face, and he nodded, his hand trembling slightly in hers. “I want that too,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I want to make you feel good, Emma. Show me how.”

    The deer moved off, their forms disappearing into the trees, their departure as graceful as their arrival, and Emma turned to Derreck, her confidence a stark contrast to his nervousness. She stood, pulling him to his feet, and began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her naked in the fading light, her small breasts and neat pussy exposed to the warm evening air. Derreck hesitated, his hands fumbling as he followed her lead, pulling off his shirt and trousers, his body bare beside hers, his cock already stirring with arousal but his movements betraying his uncertainty.

    Emma stepped closer, her hands guiding his to her body, her voice soft but direct as she began to teach him. “I want to show you how to touch me,” she said, her fingers sliding down to her pussy, parting her lips to reveal her clit, already swollen with arousal. “Start here, with my clit. Use your fingers like this, light, circular motions, not too hard.” She demonstrated, her fingers moving in slow circles, her breath hitching as the pleasure began to build, her eyes locked on his to ensure he was watching.

    Derreck nodded, his fingers replacing hers, his touch tentative at first but growing more confident as she guided him. “Like this?” he asked, his voice a mix of nervousness and determination, and Emma moaned softly, her hips shifting to meet his touch.

    “Yes, just like that,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “Now, I want you to use your fingers inside me. Slide two fingers in here.” She guided his hand, positioning his fingers at her entrance, her pussy already wet with arousal. “Go slow at first, then curl them upward, toward my belly. You’re looking for a spot that feels a little rougher, a little different. That’s my G-spot.”

    Derreck followed her instructions, his fingers sliding into her with a slow, careful motion, her pussy clenching around him as he moved. Emma moaned, her hand resting on his wrist as she guided him, her voice direct and clear. “There, right there! You feel that? Now press against it, not too hard, just a steady pressure. And move your fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, like you’re beckoning someone. Keep the pressure consistent, and don’t stop.”

    Derreck’s fingers curled, pressing against her G-spot with a steady pressure, his movements slow and deliberate as he followed her instructions, the motion sending sparks of pleasure through her. Emma’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against his hand, the sensation building in waves as he found the rhythm she needed. “Yes, Derreck, that’s perfect,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Keep going, just like that.”

    She let him work her G-spot for a moment, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation, before she spoke again, her voice a mix of need and encouragement. “Now, I want you to use your tongue on my clit at the same time. Lick me here,” she pointed to her clit, her fingers brushing it lightly “in slow circles, like you did with your fingers. Don’t be afraid to get messy, just keep the pressure light and steady.”

    Derreck hesitated, his nervousness evident in the way his hands trembled, but he leaned down, his breath hot against her pussy as he pressed his tongue to her clit. His first licks were clumsy, too fast and uneven, and Emma guided him with a gentle hand on his head, her voice patient but firm. “Slower, Derreck. Like this, circle it slowly, keep the pressure light. Don’t flick it too hard, just let your tongue glide over it, like you’re tasting me.”

    He adjusted, his tongue slowing, the circles becoming more deliberate, and Emma moaned, her hips bucking against his face as the pleasure intensified, the combination of his fingers on her G-spot and his tongue on her clit driving her closer to the edge. “Yes, that’s it,” she gasped, her voice breaking with need. “Don’t stop, Derreck, please don’t stop.”

    Her orgasm built quickly, a deep, rolling wave that started in her core and spread outward, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she came, her cries echoing through the clearing. The pleasure was strong, a release that left her trembling, her body shuddering against him as she rode out the waves, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him close. Derreck pulled back, his face flushed, his lips glistening with her juices, and Emma smiled, pulling him into a kiss, tasting herself on him as they shared the moment.

    They took a break, lying together on the grass, their bodies pressed close, their hands caressing each other as they talked, their voices soft in the quiet evening. “That was amazing,” Derreck said, his voice filled with wonder, and Emma nodded, her hand stroking his chest, her touch tender and loving.

    “You did so well,” she said, her voice warm with affection. “I just need you to take your time, to let us enjoy each other. It’s not about rushing, it’s about connecting.”

    They lay there for a while, their caresses gentle, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of her orgasm, the warmth of the August evening wrapping around them. But Emma wasn’t done teaching him, and as she felt his cock harden against her thigh, she guided him into her, rolling onto her side so they could spoon, her back pressed to his chest, his cock positioned at her entrance.

    “Like this,” she said, her voice soft but direct, guiding his cock into her pussy with a slow, deliberate motion, the angle allowing him to fill her completely. “Move slowly at first, Derreck. Use your cock to stroke me here,” she guided his fingers to her G-spot, showing him the angle,“and let me use my fingers on my clit. I’m not degrading you or complaining by using my fingers, they’re here to worship your action, to make it even better for both of us.”

    Derreck nodded, his breath catching as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, his cock stroking her just right, with each movement, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her. Emma’s fingers found her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fucked her, the combination building her pleasure higher, her moans growing louder in the quiet clearing. She could hear his breath catch, a sign he was close, and she turned her head, her voice urgent. “Derreck, I can feel you’re close. Step back from release, try to last longer. I want to come with you.”

    He heeded her words, slowing his thrusts, his breath ragged as he fought to hold back, his hands gripping her hips as he focused on her pleasure. Emma’s fingers moved faster, her pussy clenching around him as her first orgasm hit, a deep, rolling wave that made her cry out, her body trembling against him. She came again soon after, the pleasure building more slowly this time, a longer, gentler wave that left her gasping, her pussy pulsing around him as he continued to thrust, his control impressive as he held back his own release.

    Finally, Derreck couldn’t hold back any longer, his thrusts growing erratic as he came, his hot cum filling her pussy as he groaned her name, his body shuddering against hers. They rested again, their bodies still pressed close, their hands caressing each other as they caught their breath, the warmth of the evening air soothing their sweat-dampened skin. To Derreck’s surprise, he felt himself harden again, his cock stirring against her thigh, and Emma smiled, rolling onto her back and pulling him on top of her.

    “Missionary this time,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper, guiding his cock into her pussy as he settled between her legs, his body covering hers. The sex was good, not as great as it had been with Richard, but far better than their usual, Derreck’s thrusts deep and steady, his eyes locked on hers as they moved together, their connection deepening with every movement. Emma came again, a soft, gentle orgasm that left her smiling, her hands stroking his back as he followed, his second release filling her pussy as he groaned, his body trembling with the intensity of it.

    They lay together in the grass, their bodies tangled, the stars beginning to appear in the indigo sky above them, the clearing quiet now that the deer had moved on. Emma felt a new hope blooming in her chest, a belief that she and Derreck could improve, that their sex life could become something more fulfilling. As they dressed, their movements slow and tender, she pondered finding some guidance for him online, perhaps articles or videos that could help him learn more about pleasing her, about taking his time, about connecting with her on a deeper level.

    They walked home slowly, hand in hand, the warm August night wrapping around them, their conversation soft and filled with promise. Emma felt a sense of closure, a chapter in her life coming to an end, and as they walked, she discreetly pulled out her phone, sending a text to Richard: “Thanks, you were good for me.”

    Richard’s reply came quickly, his words affirming her decision: “You too, Emma. Take care.” The brevity of the message, unlike his normal rhyming texts, was clear, he knew their sexual encounters were over, a mutual understanding that closed the chapter of their affair, leaving Emma free to focus on her marriage, on the man she loved.

    As they reached the cottage, Derreck pulled her into a hug, his arms warm and familiar around her, and Emma smiled, her heart full of hope for the future, knowing that she and Derreck had taken the first step toward a deeper, more fulfilling connection, one that would grow with time and care.

  • Emma – 04 – Dawn and Deer

    Dawn in the Woods: Deer and Desire

    The first light of dawn crept through the canopy of the Oxfordshire woods, casting a soft, golden glow over the forest floor. Emma and Richard had spent the night in the woods after their bat survey, their bodies tangled together on a blanket under the stars, the warm August air lulling them into a light, dream-filled snooze. They’d woken intermittently, their hands roaming each other’s bodies, but exhaustion from their late-night activities had kept them from doing more than sharing soft kisses and whispered words. Now, as the sky began to lighten, the air was cool and fresh, carrying the scent of dew-kissed leaves and the faint musk of the earth.

    Emma stirred first, her body still bare beneath the blanket, her skin warm from Richard’s proximity. She sat up, the blanket slipping down to reveal her breasts, her nipples hardening in the cool morning air. Richard stirred beside her, his brown eyes blinking open, a slow smile spreading across his face as he took in the sight of her in the dawn light. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, and Emma leaned down to kiss him, her lips soft against his, the taste of him familiar and intoxicating.

    “Morning,” she whispered back, her hand sliding down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. “We should go look for those deer. They’re often seen at dawn in that clearing we talked about.”

    Richard nodded, his hand brushing her hair back from her face, his touch tender but laced with the same desire that had been simmering between them all night. They dressed quickly, pulling on their clothes from the previous evening, Emma in her thin blouse, skirt, and panties, Richard in his shirt and trousers, but they left their jackets and shoes behind, the grass soft and warm beneath their bare feet. They grabbed their cameras, small digital devices they’d brought for the conservation project, and set off through the woods, the dawn light guiding their way.

    The clearing was a short walk away, a wide, open space surrounded by dense trees and underbrush, known to be a regular haunt for a herd of Roe deer. The air was still, the only sounds the soft rustle of leaves and the distant call of a wood pigeon, the forest waking slowly around them. Emma and Richard moved quietly, their steps careful to avoid snapping twigs, their eyes scanning the clearing as they approached. They crouched behind a cluster of ferns at the edge of the clearing, the fronds providing a natural screen, and waited, their cameras at the ready.

    The dawn light painted the clearing in shades of gold and pink, the grass shimmering with dew, the air alive with the hum of insects beginning their day. Emma’s heart raced, not just from the anticipation of seeing the deer, but from the proximity of Richard, his body pressed close to hers, his breath warm against her neck. She could feel the heat of him, the faint scent of his skin mingling with the earthy aroma of the woods, and her body responded, her pussy growing wet with a familiar ache.

    Richard’s hand found hers, his fingers intertwining with hers as they waited, but the tension between them was too much to ignore. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, and whispered, “I can’t stop thinking about you.” His voice was a low growl, sending a shiver down her spine, and Emma turned to him, her lips finding his in a hungry kiss.

    The kiss deepened quickly, their tongues tangling as their hands roamed, the cameras forgotten in their laps. Emma’s hands slid under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, while Richard’s fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders to bare her breasts to the cool morning air. She moaned softly into his mouth, her nipples hardening as his thumbs brushed over them, the sensation sending a jolt of heat straight to her pussy.

    They moved quickly, their need too urgent to wait, the dawn light casting long shadows around them. Emma stood, pulling her skirt up around her waist and slipping her panties off, the fabric damp with her arousal. Richard shed his trousers and shirt, his cock springing free, thick and hard, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal the glistening tip. He stepped behind her, his hands gripping her hips as she bent forward, bracing her hands against a nearby tree, her ass lifted in invitation.

    Richard entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her pussy with a slow, deliberate thrust, the angle perfect for filling her completely. Emma moaned, her voice soft but echoing in the quiet woods, the sensation of him stretching her exquisite in the early morning light. He began to move, his thrusts deep and steady, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her standing doggy style, the tree bark rough against her palms. The warmth of the August morning wrapped around them, the air heavy with the scent of their arousal, and Emma felt a primal thrill at the thought of being so exposed, the clearing their only shield from the world beyond.

    She was close to coming, her pussy clenching around him, the pleasure building in waves, when a movement at the edge of the clearing caught her eye. A Roe deer stepped into view, its slender legs moving gracefully, its coat a rich reddish-brown that glowed in the dawn light. Emma’s breath caught, her body tensing, and she pulled away from Richard, her pussy feeling empty without him as she grabbed her camera, her voice a frantic whisper. “Richard, look a deer!”

    Richard groaned softly, his cock throbbing with need, but he followed her lead, grabbing his camera as they moved closer to the ferns, their naked bodies crouching low to avoid startling the deer. More deer emerged from the trees, a herd of eleven Roe deer of different ages, adults, yearlings, and fawns, grazing and moving through the clearing with a quiet grace that took Emma’s breath away. They clicked their cameras, capturing the moment, their nakedness forgotten in the wonder of the scene before them.

    The herd consisted of three adult does, their coats sleek and glossy, their movements calm and deliberate as they nibbled at the grass, their large, dark eyes scanning the clearing for any sign of danger. Two adult bucks followed, their antlers small but elegant, covered in velvet, a sign of the late summer season. The bucks moved with a quiet confidence, occasionally lifting their heads to sniff the air, their ears twitching at the faintest sound. Four yearlings, their coats a slightly lighter shade, stayed close to the does, their movements more playful, darting between the adults as they explored the clearing. Two fawns, born earlier in the summer, trailed behind, their spotted coats blending with the dappled light, their steps tentative but curious, their small ears flicking as they took in the world around them.

    Emma watched in awe, her camera clicking softly as she captured the herd’s behavior, her heart swelling with wonder at the sight. The does grazed methodically, their teeth tearing at the grass with a soft, rhythmic sound, their tails flicking occasionally to ward off flies. The bucks were more alert, one of them pausing to rub his antlers against a small sapling, marking his territory with a faint scraping sound that echoed in the still air. The yearlings bounded playfully, chasing each other in short bursts, their hooves barely making a sound on the soft grass, their energy a stark contrast to the calm of the adults. The fawns stayed close to their mothers, nibbling at the grass but often pausing to look around, their large eyes wide with curiosity, their small bodies trembling with the excitement of the new day.

    Richard’s hand found hers again, his fingers squeezing gently as they shared the moment, their naked bodies pressed close in the ferns, the warmth of the dawn light bathing them in a golden glow. “They’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe, and Emma nodded, her eyes never leaving the deer, her camera clicking as she captured a fawn taking a tentative step away from its mother, its small nose twitching as it sniffed the air.

    For an hour, they watched the herd, their cameras documenting every movement, their wonder growing with each passing minute. The deer moved through the clearing with a quiet grace, their behavior a perfect blend of caution and curiosity, their presence a reminder of the wild beauty of the world around them. The bucks occasionally let out soft grunts, communicating with the does, while the yearlings continued their playful antics, one of them leaping over a small patch of wildflowers, its hooves kicking up tiny droplets of dew that sparkled in the light. The fawns grew bolder, venturing a few steps away from their mothers, their spotted coats glowing in the dawn, their small tails flicking with excitement.

    As the sun rose higher, the deer began to move off, their forms disappearing into the trees on the far side of the clearing, their departure as graceful as their arrival. Emma lowered her camera, her heart still racing with the thrill of the sighting, and turned to Richard, her eyes bright with excitement. “That was amazing,” she said, her voice soft but filled with emotion, and he nodded, his own camera lowering as he smiled at her, his expression mirroring her wonder.

    But as their eyes met, the tension between them flared back to life, the memory of their interrupted passion rushing back. Emma’s gaze dropped to his cock, still hard and jutting out from his body, the sight of it making her pussy clench with need. “You’re still hard,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper, and Richard chuckled, his hands reaching for her as he pulled her close.

    “I can’t help it,” he growled, his lips brushing hers. “You do this to me.”

    They moved back into the trees, the ferns providing a natural screen as they returned to their blanket, their naked bodies warm in the dawn light. Emma bent forward again, bracing her hands against the same tree, her ass lifted in invitation, and Richard stepped behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her, his cock sliding into her pussy with a slow, deliberate thrust. The sensation was exquisite, her pussy still slick from their earlier encounter, and they both moaned, their voices soft but echoing in the quiet woods.

    Richard resumed his rhythm, his thrusts deep and steady, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her standing doggy style, the tree bark rough against her palms. The warmth of the August morning wrapped around them, the air heavy with the scent of their arousal, the memory of the deer adding a primal edge to their passion. Emma came quickly, her pussy clenching around him, her cries muffled against her arm as waves of pleasure crashed through her, intensified by the beauty of the morning. Richard followed soon after, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust deep, his hot cum filling her pussy as he groaned her name, the sound mingling with the soft rustle of leaves around them.

    They collapsed together on the blanket, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the warm dawn air, the scent of the woods and their arousal heavy around them. Emma lay in Richard’s arms, her head resting on his chest, the memory of the deer and their shared passion filling her with a deep satisfaction. The sun continued to rise, the golden light filtering through the trees, and Emma knew this moment, like the others they’d shared, would stay with her forever, a testament to the wild beauty of both nature and their desire.

    Emma – 05 – Work of Desire

  • Emma – 02 – A Massage to Remember

    The morning sun filtered through the lace curtains of Emma’s Oxfordshire cottage, casting delicate patterns on the hardwood floor of her bedroom. It was the day after her encounter with Richard in the woodland, and her body still hummed with the memory of their passionate hours together. She’d woken with a lingering ache between her legs, a delicious reminder of Richard’s thick, cock and the way he’d filled her so completely. Her husband, Derreck, was still away for work, not due back for a few days, and the freedom of his absence allowed her to revel in the afterglow of her indiscretion.

    Emma had just finished a light breakfast of toast and tea when the doorbell rang, a soft chime that echoed through the quiet house. She smoothed her hands over the simple cotton robe she wore, the fabric clinging to her bare skin, she hadn’t bothered with underwear, her body still craving the freedom of being unencumbered after yesterday’s escapades. Her chestnut hair was loose, tumbling over her shoulders, and her skin glowed with a post-coital radiance that made her feel more alive than she had in months.

    She opened the door to find Richard standing on her doorstep, his tall frame filling the space. He wore a fitted t-shirt and loose trousers, the outline of his impressive cock already faintly visible through the fabric. His brown eyes met hers, a spark of recognition and desire flaring between them, and Emma felt her pulse quicken.

    “Morning,” Richard said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. He held up a small bag, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I thought you might be a bit sore after yesterday. Brought some massage oil, thought I’d give you a massage to remember.”

    Emma’s smile widened, her body already responding to the promise in his words. “That sounds perfect,” she said, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in.”

    She led him through the cottage, the scent of lavender from a diffuser filling the air, and up the stairs to her bedroom. The room was softly lit, the curtains still drawn to let in just enough light to create a warm, intimate atmosphere. The bed was unmade, the sheets rumpled from her restless sleep, and Emma gestured to it with a casual wave. “I’ll grab a towel,” she said, her voice light but laced with anticipation. “Make yourself comfortable.”

    Richard set his bag on the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of massage oil and a small speaker that began to play soft, ambient music, a gentle melody that filled the room with a calming energy. Emma returned with a large, fluffy towel, spreading it over the bed before turning to him. She untied her robe, letting it slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet, revealing her naked body. Her small breasts, tipped with rosy nipples, stood pert in the cool air, and the neat triangle of her pussy glistened faintly with the first stirrings of arousal. Richard’s eyes darkened as he took her in, his gaze lingering on her curves, her skin, the way her body seemed to glow in the soft light.

    “You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. He began to undress, pulling his t-shirt over his head to reveal a chest dusted with graying hair, his body still fit and strong. He kicked off his trousers, his cock springing free, already half-hard and as impressive as she remembered, thick, uncut, and long. Emma’s breath caught at the sight of him, her pussy clenching with need, but she forced herself to focus on the massage. She wanted to savor this, to let the anticipation build.

    “Lie down on your stomach,” Richard said, his tone gentle but firm. Emma complied, stretching out on the towel, her arms resting by her sides, her cheek pressed against the soft fabric. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her as he moved to the side of the bed, the faint scent of the massage oil, sandalwood and citrus, filling the air as he poured some into his hands and rubbed them together to warm it.

    Richard started at her shoulders, his hands strong and sure as he kneaded the muscles there, working out the tension she hadn’t even realized she was carrying. His fingers were skilled, pressing into the knots with just the right amount of pressure, and Emma let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under his touch. He moved down her back, his hands gliding over her skin, the oil making her feel slick and warm. He worked the muscles along her spine, his thumbs pressing into the small of her back, and Emma felt a wave of pleasure that was both soothing and arousing.

    “You’re good at this,” she murmured, her voice muffled against the towel. “Really good.”

    “I’ve had some practice,” Richard replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. His hands moved lower, kneading her glutes with a firm, steady pressure that made her moan softly. The sensation was exquisite, the line between therapeutic and sensual blurring as his fingers worked the muscles, his touch lingering just long enough to make her squirm. He moved down to her thighs, his hands gliding over the backs of her legs, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive spots just below her ass. Emma’s pussy throbbed with each touch, her arousal building as his hands moved closer to her most intimate place.

    Richard’s hands paused at the tops of her thighs, his fingers brushing the edges of her pussy lips, and Emma’s breath hitched. “Turn over,” he said, his voice low and husky, and she obeyed, rolling onto her back. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she settled, her nipples hard and aching, her pussy now fully exposed to him. Richard’s cock was fully hard now, jutting out from his body, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal the glistening tip, but he made no move to touch himself, his focus entirely on her.

    He poured more oil into his hands, starting at her shoulders again, his touch lighter now, more sensual. He massaged her collarbone, his fingers brushing the tops of her breasts, and Emma’s breath quickened, her body arching slightly into his touch. He moved to her arms, kneading the muscles there, his hands gliding down to her wrists and back up, the oil making her skin glisten in the soft light. When he finally reached her breasts, his touch was gentle, almost reverent, his hands cupping them as his thumbs brushed over her nipples. Emma moaned, her hips shifting on the bed, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second.

    Richard’s hands moved down her stomach, his fingers tracing the dip of her navel, the curve of her hips, before settling on her thighs. He massaged the fronts of her legs, his hands working the muscles with the same skill he’d shown before, but now his touch was more deliberate, more teasing. His fingers brushed the edges of her pussy again, and Emma whimpered, her legs parting slightly in invitation.

    He didn’t make her wait long. Richard’s fingers slid between her thighs, brushing against her pussy lips, and Emma gasped, her hips lifting off the bed. Her outer lips were slick with arousal, her inner lips peeking through, throbbing with need, and Richard took his time, his touch light and exploratory. He traced the outline of her pussy, his fingers gliding over her lips, teasing her entrance without entering her. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So ready for me.”

    Emma moaned, her hands gripping the towel beneath her as his fingers continued their slow exploration. He parted her lips gently, his thumb brushing over her clit, and the sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made her cry out. He circled her clit with his thumb, his touch light but firm, while his other fingers teased her entrance, dipping just inside before pulling back. Emma’s hips bucked, her body begging for more, and Richard obliged, sliding two fingers inside her with a slow, deliberate motion.

    Her pussy was tight, still slightly tender from yesterday, but so wet that his fingers slid in easily, her walls clenching around him. Richard curled his fingers, searching for her G-spot, and when he found it, Emma’s moan turned into a cry, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. He pressed against that sensitive spot, his fingers moving in a slow, rhythmic motion, while his thumb continued to circle her clit. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, the pleasure building in waves that made her head spin.

    “Richard,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Oh, God, that feels so good.” Her hands reached for him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he leaned down, his breath hot against her pussy. He kissed her inner thighs, his lips soft and teasing, before moving to her pussy, his tongue flicking out to taste her. The first touch of his tongue on her clit made Emma cry out, her hips bucking against his face, and Richard groaned, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through her.

    He lapped at her clit, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles, while his fingers continued to work her G-spot, the combination driving her closer to the edge. Emma’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as the pleasure built, her pussy clenching around his fingers. Richard’s tongue was relentless, alternating between circling her clit and flicking it with quick, precise movements, while his fingers pressed harder against her G-spot, the pressure almost too much to bear.

    Emma’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she came, her cries echoing through the room. Her body shuddered, her hips bucking against his face, and Richard didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working her through the waves of pleasure until she was gasping for breath, her body limp on the bed. He pulled back slowly, his fingers sliding out of her, his lips pressing a final, tender kiss to her clit before he sat back, his cock throbbing with need.

    But he wasn’t done with her yet. Richard stood, his tall frame looming over her, his cock jutting out, hard and ready. Emma’s eyes locked on it, her pussy clenching with anticipation, and she rolled onto her stomach without being asked, her ass lifting slightly in invitation. Richard positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her, his cock sliding into her pussy with a slow, deliberate thrust.

    The angle was perfect, his cock filling her completely, the head brushing against her G-spot with every thrust. Emma moaned, her face pressed into the towel, her hands gripping the fabric as he fucked her, his movements deep and powerful. Richard’s hands roamed her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, as he thrust into her, his pace quickening as his own pleasure built.

    Emma came again, her pussy clenching around him, her cries muffled against the towel as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Richard groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he neared his own release, and with a final, deep thrust, he came, his hot cum filling her pussy as he shuddered above her. They collapsed together on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the quiet room.

    As they lay there, tangled in each other, Emma felt a deep satisfaction, her body sated in a way she hadn’t thought possible. Richard’s hand stroked her hair, a tender gesture that made her smile, and she knew this wouldn’t be the last time they shared such a moment. The memory of his massage, his fingers, his tongue, and his cock would stay with her long after he was gone, a reminder of the passion they’d found in each other.

    Emma – 03 – Logging Bats