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Every month, I publish in my blog in this column something outrageous, something naughty and highly arousing that was whispered to me. Erotic phantasies that often exceed what you would confess to your best friend in strict confidence. Like the following immorality, for example:
The story happened many years ago, but it still makes blood rush to my head – and to other places as well…
I was waiting for a study place after finishing my A-Levels and was working as a delivery boy for a supermarket over the summer. One of our customers was Jenny Wolters, and whenever I delivered something to her penthouse I got the impression that she wanted something else: she always opened the door in her bathrobe – even at ten thirty in the morning. And she always slipped a ten Euro bill in the back pocket of my jeans when I left and hummed while doing so. But I never had the courage to just turn around and rip open her bathrobe. My buddy Ralf came to my rescue, who joined me on one of my delivery tours. As soon as we arrived in Jenny’s kitchen with our boxes, he turned around and said in a cocky voice: well, business is done – and what do we do now?
Jenny hesitated just for a little moment and promptly understood: she opened her bathrobe and grabbed her big breasts with both hands, like an invitation to start business there. Ralf didn’t need to be asked twice – and Jenny grabbed his member to work it skillfully. I didn’t want to be just a bystander and reached under Jenny’s bathrobe from behind, placing my hands on her juicy buttocks, then sliding them inbetween.
She moaned and worked Ralf’s best piece with more fervor. I took my spear into my hand and rubbed it up and down Jenny until it was dripping wet. Good job Jenny bent down to take care of Ralf’s member in that moment, thus offering me space at last to reach my aim. Ralf didn’t withstand Jenny’s oral examination for long, and I was also far too loaded to invest any more working hours in Jenny.
But after we finished, all three of us knew that this can’t have been the last delivery. Even though Jenny stopped slipping the usual ten Euro bill.
PS: if you encounter an immorality, feel free to confess it in this column! It can also just be a short confession, or maybe you wish to share a sinful sight? I also publish erotic photos or drawings here.
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