Author: Tessa

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There’s something exhilarating about the meals that we have together. You and I both get all dressed up for these excursions, and then we sit there and partake in an activity that would normally be considered vanilla. We don’t really do vanilla, so we make it into our own sick and twisted version. From a slutty MILF’s perspective, it just makes a boring adventure so much more appetizing and palatable. And I know you totally get off on the fact that no one else knows what’s going on underneath the table.

We were at this gorgeous, not to mention quite expensive restaurant. We ordered so much food. The looks we were giving each other were enough to put us into overdrive. We both enjoy getting out of our element though. Your eyes don’t hide a certain look of anticipated twisted fun. And I fully admit, divulging in something other than boring completely soaked my silky smooth black panties.

From under the table, I removed my panties, which by the way were soaked with my sweet nectar. I handed them to you.

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There is a part of me that appreciated being younger and innocent, though was I ever truly innocent? Was I always a pre-made slut in training? From such a young age, I was wearing crop tops, short skirts, and bending over. My panty of choice during those outfits would have been some cute white panties of course. Well, Mommy is the one who bought me those outfits, even if sometimes I did ask nicely for them. She’s the one who taught me that there is a kiss, and then there is a passionate, “real” kiss. Tongue seems to make everything so much more fun.

Thinking back on those fun days, making the boys squirm just because I was being me, and nothing more than a pre-primed whore was fun. I’ll never forget the feel of the inebriation of what too much to drink brought on. That’s when the slut in me would cum out to have more fun.

Now that I’m older, I’m in full MILF slut mode. What does that even mean? I never left what Mommy helped create, I just evolved into something much much naughtier. There is something that drives my pussy, in sticking out my tongue, shoving it in your mouth, and then sucking on yours.

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When I found out you were jerking off in the shower,  it did something to me. At first I couldn’t understand why. Why does he need to stroke his cock when he knows I’m more than happy to suck him dry. Tessa’s a dirty, thirsty girl. Well then, a switch went off inside me one day, and instead of being completely repulsed, it did the opposite. I started enjoying it. And I didn’t just look forward to these moments. This became Tessa’s wishful shower play time.

I wanted so badly to tell you to stroke your man meat harder so that I could enjoy it more. That it turned me on so bad that I only wanted more. But reality hit, and the thought of me saying anything to you, felt terrifying. I couldn’t risk you stopping.

One day while you went to go take a shower, I plopped myself into bed, naked. I could hear you pumping on your dick. My pussy was getting wet. My fingers started meandering around my soft shaved cunt. I started moaning, my legs spreading out to make way for more meandering around my pussy hole.

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You walked into the room for your 1st Sex Therapy session with Tessa.  You had this immediate frustrated look on your face, and demeanor as a whole. It gave me this innate feeling that we were going to delve into some tough terrain.  I knew something was up, or down more like it. You walked inside with your head down, which seemed to portray some type of shame or sadness.

I asked, “Hi! So let’s talk a bit about what has brought you here”. And then the walls started cumming down on you.  They were imploding. It was your time to be in the spotlight. You knew that at some point you were going to have to talk, it just felt so painful. I could sense it. You finally brought yourself to say, “My wife caught me jerking off one day in the shower, and has refused to have sex with me since”.

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It’s been a while since I seen Daddy. I been so busy the last year with life, but Daddy finally put his foot down, and came to visit. First we went to eat a nice dinner. And he took me to this fancy restaurant. I almost felt awkward. We both had a really amazing meal. I always liked how daddy would talk throughout the meal, his smile would light up my whole face.
We got back to my place, and he was looking all around. Taking in the scenery, he made a comment on how beautiful I am. I wanted to impress him, so I was wearing a short, fitted black that accentuated all the curves, and some high heels to finish it off right. I could tell he was impressed by the smile on his face when he saw me. He had me do a spin when he saw me, which took me back to when I was a little girl, always trying to impress him.

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Deviant Risky Desires: For some, the thought of being put on some type of birth control allows one to feel liberated and free. The nut doesn’t amount to anything other than something to clean up. For me though, it brings me to thoughts of complete and utter disinterest. I think about how it feels when your raw dick is even an inch away from my warm wet pussy hole, and it sends me into a frenzy. The thought of a condom completely drains any interest I have. It psychologically ruins the thought of even wanting to fuck.  The thought of not using any protection, and secretly hoping I’ll ride you so good you’ll lose your mind and cum inside me, that turns me ON.

Riding you the other day, knowing how your raw your dick felt inside of my pussy put me into a frenzy. I kept thinking about how I don’t want anymore babies, yet I also can’t stand the thought of being on any type of birth control. I came to the conclusion that this bitch loves risky sex.

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Nothing puts a bigger smile on my face than when you obey me. And I know deep down that nothing satisfies you more than being dominated by me.  And you love spoiling me rotten. I see the look that you give me. You can’t get enough of being told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. When I tell you you’re going to take me on a shopping spree, your face lights up.

It isn’t like I don’t have things. I do. But can a girl ever get enough of what she has? The answer is no. And so the fun is about to begin. For me, I’m about to get invested in a shopping spree that’s going to make me feel fucking amazing. For you, you’re going to get off on pleasing me, on giving me what I need and more. Let’s face it, everyone wins.

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Mommy would dress in some lingerie, and when Daddy got home, he’d just about lose himself over it. He’d always be in the shower first thing those nights. Mommy would be busy trying to get us to go to bed as fast as possible. As if we didn’t know what was about to happen.
Daddy was one of those guys who couldn’t help having fun, and it wasn’t fun unless Mommy got in on the action. Daddy’s fun was in the form of extra curricular activities… yeah that’s a good word for it. And when Daddy and Mommy had fun, they had some kind of naughty, dirty fun. Eventually as the years trickled by, we kids ended up cumming along for the ride.
You could hear the sounds that they were making even with the door ajar.

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Getting to know me is to fall head-over-heels deep in love with me. So, let’s get something out in the open here. One of my favorite things to do is kiss. I’m not talking about Grandma’s peck. Those kind of kisses feel absolutely pointless to me. They make me say, “Why”!?  The kind of kiss I’m talking about is the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless. Thinking back on some of my best moments, my tits heaving, which means I’m begging for more, and can’t get enough fast enough.  It’s the kind where we’re both breathing so hard, it can’t be mistaken for anything else other than passion, lust, and desire.

My lips are multi-versatile, so when I say that I love to kiss, let me clarify so there’s no confusion here. Whether I’m kissing on actual lips on your face, whether I’m kissing, sucking, or devouring your c*ck, or if I’m kissing or sucking on a dildo, it’s all worthwhile to me.

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When I think about how you spoiled me the other night, it got me all kinds of gushy. Those dollar bills, there’s just something that happens to me internally, before I start to get all wet and juicy. It starts inside, in my mind, where it just drives me all kinds of crazy just thinking about it.

Those dollar bills; they were flying all around me and just the opposite of those tanks where they blow money everywhere but you have a hard time catching any; in my mind, you watched me catch every single last dollar bill. And now that we’re talking about dollar bills, you spoiled me good that night. They were hundreds. So, every time I caught one, it felt that much more exhilarating and naughty, cause it was a $100 dollar bill. What does it feel like when that hundred touches my fingers and I’m holding onto it? It felt so so good.

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