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Hey Robin,

Hey y’all, I’m Jess and, um, let me just dive into something kinda wild that’s happened recently. Alright, so here’s the backstory: I’m 32, just got out of a four-year marriage—kind of a bland one—no kids, and yeah, feeling a bit at sea, you might say.

So, not too long ago, um, I met this guy at a downtown bar, right? He’s 50, looks damn good for his age—like, really fit. Anyway, things kind of escalated from there and damn, the sex is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. My ex, bless him, wasn’t exactly adventurous, and, well, handling someone who’s had, uh, zero other partners does limit the playbook, if you get what I mean.

So this new guy, let’s call him Mr. Tough Love—he’s got this dominating thing going on. Um, it’s pretty intense! He likes it when I kneel, um, sort of showing reverence to his, uh, impressive package, you know? And yeah, his cock is, like, huge. And his balls—jeez, they’re something else!

Ah, alright, so let me get into the nitty-gritty of how that wild part first went down. I remember it was this steamy Tuesday evening. We were at his loft—the place has this sleek, modern vibe, very bachelor-ish, you know? We had just finished this marathon of a movie binge and were kinda riding this wave of lazy, floaty warmth from the couple of whiskeys we’d sipped on.

So, um, we start making out, and things get hot pretty quickly. Mr. Tough Love leads me by the hand, kinda firmly—you know, in his commanding way—towards his bedroom. The room’s dim, just a couple of soft yellow lights here and there, really setting the mood. We’re kissing, clothes are flying off, and I find myself, you know, kneeling on this plush rug beside his bed.

Here’s where it gets intense. He’s standing over me, and I’m, like, enamored by his size—his cock, super hard and just… imposing. I start by giving him head, taking him in, feeling him grow even bigger. And, god, the way he looked down at me, those fiery eyes, it was so freaking hot.

The wild part kicks in post that intense, um, facial he gives me—he then starts slapping his cock on my sticky face. Yeah, messy but thrilling! And um, right when I’m blinking away the blur, he starts—you know—pissing. Oh God, the first splash caught me off guard. I instinctively pulled back, sort of flinching, you know? My mind was racing, part of me was like, “What the hell is happening?” But he gently holds my chin, guiding me, his look kind of coaxing me to stay put. And, with this conflicted, wild surge of emotions, I stayed.

It was a shock at first, the warm stream splashing on my face, mingling with his cum, washing it down my cheeks, my neck. The scent, kind of sharp, tangy almost, mixed with that lingering salty taste of cum—totally unexpected. He whispered, calling me his ‘wet rat’, and despite the shock, it, uh, stirred something fierce in me.

That first experience, it was wild, a blend of shock, surprise, and weirdly, satisfaction. It pushed boundaries I didn’t even know I had.

And yeah, he’s all about those golden showers. Not just outside but, ummm, inside too. He pisses in me, both front and back, and it’s sort of become this, uh, intense thing between us.

We’d been going at it for a while—he had this magnetic intensity that just pulled all my focus to the here and now. I found myself bent over the edge of the bed, heart racing, breathless from the pace he set.

Suddenly, he stopped fucking—just froze and, uh, leaned in real close to my ear. His breath was hot and heavy when he whispered, almost in this commanding growl that sent shivers down my spine, “I’m gonna start pissing now, right in your ass. I need you to take it all.” Um, it was raw, kinda scary but thrilling ‘cause it was all new to me, you know?

He kept his dick pressed firm against my asshole, his whole body tight against me, and that’s when I felt it—a new and strange warmth, right where we were connected. It was shocking and totally unexpected, but perversely intimate? He let his piss flow slowly, keeping his cock right there, just inside my ass, making sure I felt every drop as it filled me up and spilled out around us. Afterwards, my ass was honestly left tingling and kind of gaping—a weird feeling, for sure. He seemed really into that though, and now he’s got this thing where he likes me to practice keeping it expanded like that. It’s like training, I guess?

I mean, it’s super kinky, all of this, but uh, I guess I’m enjoying exploring this gritty side of sex. Whew, never thought I’d be into something like this but life’s full of surprises, huh?

Alright, so that’s my bit of late-night confession. Thanks for letting me spill; feels good to share!

And hey, Robin Glasser here, chiming in! Jess’s raw and steamy tales remind us that the flavors of erotica are as varied as they are exciting. Keep the stories coming, and remember, whatever floats your boat—or makes you slip on the wet floor—is worth diving into!

For more blush-worthy confessions and fiery dialogues, hit me up at robinglasserxox@gmail.com. Keep it sizzling, folks—until next spill!