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J’avais mis une vingtaine de minutes à trouver l’adresse exacte, et il était 14h40 lorsque je sonnais enfin chez Jean-Louis. C’était une connaissance de mon grand frère, qui avait accepté de m’héberger pour les 3 jours que je devais passer à Paris. Je n’avais que 40 minutes de retard, lorsque j’entendis la porte de l’appartement se déverrouiller. C’est une très belle femme, qui m’ouvrit la porte. Brune aux cheveux noirs, elle attirait le regard avec son décolleté vertigineux. see the rest

Depuis plusieurs semaines, j'avais averti un de mes coquins adorés que j'allais partir comme tous les ans dans ma résidence secondaire pour l'été, très bientôt et que je remonterai à mon habitation d'hiver que quelques mois après pour passer la saison de l'hiver tranquillement . Et alors, avec bonheur, il m'avertissait qu'il ferait tout pour qu'on puisse se revoir avant que je parte et surtout pour me faire l'amour comme il sait si bien le faire. Alors mon coeur allait s'emballer comme toujours, see the rest

The Ryad's terrace was bathed in the still-warm light of the falling evening, welcoming me with my essential mint tea. Time seemed suspended in the evening torpor, until a sound rose from the back of the street, sharp, powerful, vibrant. The roar of an engine split the silence. In a cloud of dust, a Yamaha XT 500 appeared at the entrance to the courtyard. Its single-cylinder engine thudded with a final rattle before dying, leaving a heavy silence to fall suddenly. The bike, covered in a thin film see the rest

One evening, after a missed date with my "big baby", I went to a "submissive" who had been nagging me for several days. I had already met him a few times and each time, he wanted us to have a Master-Slave relationship, him being the slave, the submissive! At the time I was not very favorable to this kind of little game, but with him so insistent, little by little I let myself go to his inclination! Already a few months ago, one evening, when he could receive me at his place and see the rest

Hello, My name is Christian, I was born in 1964 and I fully celebrate my bisexuality, an identity I became aware of in 1999, the year I was posted to Martinique. My personal journey, far from being a simple passive acceptance, is a joyful and vibrant affirmation of who I am. Although I have not yet revealed this essential part of myself to my wife, my intimacy cannot be defined by silence. My experience in 1980, during a summer stay at a teen camp, marks a turning point, a long-repressed memory, see the rest

Under a twilight sky, the Voie Verte car park, nestled between La Motte-Servolex and Le Bourget-du-Lac in Savoie, exudes an aura of mystery and forbidden promises. This discreet corner, known to insiders for its encounters, comes alive at nightfall. That evening, the air is warm, charged with electric tension. I have just dropped off my bags at the hotel after a long business trip. A quick shower, a jockstrap put on for the occasion, and here I am on my way to this place of debauchery at 6:30 p.m., see the rest

I still remember with almost painful clarity the night I walked through the doors of my favorite swingers club, a sanctuary where my wildest desires could be freely expressed. That evening, as an assertive and active bisexual man, I had decided to let myself go completely, without restraint, to explore these burning urges that had inhabited me for too long. I wore a slightly unbuttoned black shirt, revealing just enough of my chest to pique curiosity, and fitted pants that emphasized my curves, an see the rest

C'est elle qui me réveilla avec une infinie douceur, ses mains glissant lentement sur ma peau encore tiède. J'eus droit à un dernier massage, cette fois-ci entièrement dédié à la détente, un rituel de fin qui prolongeait agréablement la langueur dans laquelle j'étais plongé. Ses gestes précis et légers effaçaient les dernières tensions, me berçant dans un état de bien-être absolu, presque hypnotique. Je sentais chaque muscle s'abandonner sous la caresse experte de ses doigts, comme see the rest

ce jour là, j'étais connecté sur un site de tchat. Comme d'habitude, les mêmes profils, les mêmes pseudos. Un pseudo attire mon attention. Un routier, de 45 ans, connecté dans ma ville. Alors je tente ma chance et lui envoie un message pour le saluer. Il me répond, la discussion s'engage. En discutant avec celui-ci, je me rends compte qu'il est actif, et qu'on a les mêmes trips. Il a envie de se faire pomper et de baiser un cul.Après quelques minutes de réflexion, je lui demande où il see the rest

I often venture into the parking lots around my house, I love seeing guys ogle me. One weekday a few years ago, I went to a parking lot in the Paris region recommended on LDD, I knew it was busy, but not this busy. I was in my car with the window open and the cars were passing slowly one after the other, the guys were looking at the merchandise and stopping a little further on, when a car passed with four boys on board. Then several cars turned around to stop behind my Twingo. I saw in the rearview see the rest