Bachelorette party

Hey everyone! I’m sure you're all eager to hear about this, so here we go. Two days ago, we celebrated Isabel's bachelorette party, and let’s just say it was a perfect mix of excitement, mayhem and we might even accidentally added a new member to our naughty group. Our crew included CY, the twins, a few of Isabel's friends, and someone we'll refer to as Amanda (not her real name, but close enough).

The evening started off slow for me. Their main focus was getting Isabel to sing, drink, and dance in public. It wasn't until after midnight, when most of her friends called it a night, before things started getting interesting. With only Amanda left behind, we decided to crank things up a notch.

We brought out some unexpected props—a blue sexy Aladdin costume, a pair of handcuffs, and a discreet light-up toy—and the night took a pretty wild turn from there. 

The first task was the easier which Isabel had to change into the Aladdin costume right on the spot, meaning she had to undress entirely on the spot. Amanda, who wasn't part of our usual crew, seemed completely stunned. It might have been her first time seeing Isabel go full YOLO.

Isabel, being the free spirit, didn’t hesitate for a second. She took no time in removing her dress right in front of us, not even bothering to close the curtain (yes, we did made sure the coast was clear). As daring as she were, she even given us a slow and sexy show on how she put on the costume while revealing all her holes.

After she was done, we handcuffed her and brought out the second set of props: a cake with a plastic toy on top, a blindfold, and a bag of mini dildos(about 5 of it). The original plan was to insert one of it into her but thanks to Amanda, she was free from that torture. 

Blindfolded, we led her to the bathroom. At first, she thought we were going to throw her out of the room in that outfit and make her ask for help, but that would’ve been too easy. The actual task was for her to find the cake, with the key to her handcuffs hidden inside it. Sounds simple, right? Well, it took her almost 45 minutes to complete this task because we were all intentionally trying to throw her off.

If she approached the wrong person, the penalty was to "interact" with the mini dildos that each of us were holding, before taking a shot of vodka (about 50ml each time). Amidst all the chaos and shouting, even Amanda joined in, surprising us with her enthusiasm. After 15 shots, Isabel was breathless and, let's just say, visibly aroused. Her harden nipple was clearly displayed out via her non-padded bra, dark spot were noted near to her holes. I believed Amanda was really a nice and kind lady as she ended up stepping in to help, bravely taking on one of the penalties herself. Whether it was her first time or not, we'll never know, but she seemed pretty good at sucking it.

The most daring part of the evening came next. We had hidden the key deep inside the cake, and Isabel had to use her tongue to find it. At first, we didn’t give her any clues, so she started nibbling on the toy, thinking it would spill out or whatsoever (we also didn't expect her to do that). The way she devoured that toy was... let's just say impressive. After 10 minutes, we let her in on the secret, and she immediately dove into the cake, smearing it everywhere. Her hair was covered in frosting, and the room was a mess.

Once she finally got the key, she didn’t even wait for us to release her from the handcuffs, she bolted to the bathroom (we had to uncuff her while she was peeing). Meanwhile, the rest of us cleaned up the aftermath. By the time we were all done showering, it was 3 AM. I was the last to finish, and when I came out, Isabel was fast asleep in her birthday suit with Amanda, right beside her. To be honest, she was kind of daring to wear just a white tank top, black bra, and dolphin shorts while sleeping beside Isabel. 

Charmaine and I stayed up, planning to catch the sunrise, but we ended up falling asleep instead. The next morning was quite the fiasco. We all overslept and didn’t wake up until 1 PM, well past our checkout time. To make matters worse, most of us were barely dressed when there was a knock at the door. We scrambled to cover up and apologized profusely before quickly freshening up.

Before we left, we convinced Isabel to wear the light-up toy again (Amanda was blissfully unaware). True to her daring nature, Isabel didn’t hesitate. She popped it in using her saliva and boldly strutted around in nothing but a white shirt dress. At checkout, she confidently approached the counter, the faint glow of the toy just visible through her dress. Somehow, Amanda still didn’t seem to notice.

Afterwards, we grabbed lunch and wandered around the mall. Despite the morning's chaos, Isabel was completely unfazed. She walked around like it was just another ordinary day, showing no signs of embarrassment whatsoever, while the rest of us were a bit on edge. She truly is fearless!

P.S: Now, about Isabel’s wedding… I need help picking the perfect outfit. Something hot, but not screaming for attention. Thinking maybe a silky high-slit dress for outerwear, and underneath… maybe nothing but a remote-controlled plug and lacy thigh-highs. 😏

What do you think? Go bold or play subtle-but-sinful?

2025 Election day

Hey guys — so, did your chosen party win? 😄
Honestly, voting day turned out to be way more memorable than I expected and not because of the election itself.

Xav had a few surprises up his sleeve, some planned, some maybe not, which made the whole evening kind of thrilling in an unexpected way.

We headed out to vote around 6:30 PM, waiting for my brother to join us. I didn’t wear anything too out there, just a basic tee and my usual fbts. (There was plan with a reader about trying something bolder, but I chickened out at the last minute.) After voting, I met up with Xav at his place for dinner which I’d promised his mom I’d join.

But the real adventure began after dinner.

Xav casually asked if I wanted to go for a walk. Normally I’d pass, but the look he gave me, all smug and teasing, made me curious. So I said yes.

Instead of our usual park route, he led me somewhere quieter, a tucked-away spot we rarely visited. It was a bit of a walk, but when we got there, something about the air felt different. Maybe it was just being somewhere unfamiliar, or maybe it was the way he kept glancing at me, like he had something naughty in mind.

We walked deep in until we found a little corner near a hut and stopped to enjoy the view. I was snapping a shoot, when he turned and pulled me close. I thought he was going to tease me, maybe a light pat on the butt like he sometimes does when we’re playful. But this time, his hands lingered and went straight into my shorts.

Then came the wandering hands, fingertips trailing just under the hem of my shorts. I bit my lip, trying to keep composed, but the thrill of being out there, in public, just slightly hidden from view, was sending a pulse through me.

He pressed himself against me. I swear I could feel everything, how hard he was, how much he wanted me. And when he guided my hand to touch him through his shorts, my breath caught. This wasn’t like him. Not out here. But maybe that’s what made it so irresistible.

We kissed slow, heated, deep. His hand slipped under my sports bra, and I gasped as his fingers found my nipple, teasing gently.

The other hand ventured lower, smoothing over my inner thigh, teasing the edge of my thong until I could hardly think.

I think I was too stimulated so when he tugged gently at the waistband of my shorts, I didn’t resist.

The moment my FBTs shorts slid down to my knees, a cool breeze kissed my thighs and the contrast against the heat building inside me sent a shiver down my spine. I was acutely aware of how exposed I was. Just my sports bra, and the thong barely clinging on. And Xav’s hands? Everywhere.

He pushed me gently back against one of the wooden beams of the hut, his lips never leaving mine. One hand stayed cupped over my breast, thumb teasing circles over the fabric before slipping underneath and making skin contact. The other hand, bold and relentless, slid beneath my thong, fingers spreading me open with quiet confidence.

I gasped, biting into his shoulder as he worked me slowly, deliberately. His fingers moving with just the right pressure. I tried to stay quiet, but every now and then a soft moan escaped my throat. The danger of being outside only made it harder to stay still and it mades everything ten times more intense.

My legs trembled in no time. I grabbed onto his arm for support, feeling the climax build far too fast. His touch never slowed, in fact, the moment he realized how close I was, he pushed just a bit deeper, a bit firmer and my hips bucked instinctively.

I came harder than I expected, my body jerking against him, legs trembling as I clung to his shirt. I half-sank to the bench beside the hut, breathless and flushed, still in disbelief that this was actually happening out here.

But he wasn’t done. He tugged my thong to the side, casually, like it was just another layer in his way. Then he pulled down his shorts just enough and without a word, slid himself inside me.

It was quick, heated, messy. A real quickie, our bodies pressed close in the shadows, his hips moving urgently against mine. My sports bra had already been pushed up, my nipples fully exposed to the air and his mouth didn’t miss a chance to tease them with each thrust. The thought that anyone could have walked by at any moment made it all the more thrilling. I was completely exposed my chest bare, my thong askew, him deep inside me, moving like he couldn’t stop if he tried. It was raw and reckless and so unlike us.

But he didn’t last long, and honestly, I didn’t expect him to.

Between the risk, the heat of my body, and the way I clung to him in that moment, it only took a few deep, urgent thrusts before I felt him tense up against me. He buried his face into my shoulder, groaning low as he pulled out suddenly and with one tight grip on my hips, he came.

Warmth splattered across the curve of my butt, some of it streaking down, dangerously close to my other entrance. I gasped at the sensation, the contrast of cool air and thick heat dripping down the curve of me. I glanced back, wide-eyed and breathless, half-shocked by just how messy he’d gotten me.

Still flushed and panting, I tried to clean up, but Xav stopped me with a hand on my lower back.
Before I could ask, he ran his fingers down along the trail he’d just left, slow and teasing. His fingers reached between my legs again, slick from before. I felt myself throb from the sudden attention and then, with surprising control, he lifted one of my legs up onto the bench beside us.

I moaned softly, more from the boldness than the stretch, my entire lower body was practically open for him now, one leg up, one down and my thong somewhere useless in the middle. I was still sensitive from the first orgasm, and he knew that.

His fingers slid inside of me again, this time with more rhythm and purpose. My body responded fast, too fast, already teetering on the edge again. I tried to stay quiet but the wet sounds, the pace of his fingers, the angle he had me in? It was impossible.

I clutched the bench for support as the pressure inside built up again. Every movement of his wrist, every brush of his palm against that sweet spot, made my head spin. And then I came again.

My legs was shaking, breath stuttering as my body clenched around his fingers as waves of pleasure rolled through me. When it finally passed, I collapsed onto him, half-laughing, half-gasping, completely wrecked.

I thought I could rest on him a while but reality caught up with us. Along with the faint rustle of leaves and distant hum of someone cycling nearby. We both froze for a second, our bodies still tangled, our breath shallow. I quickly adjusted my sports bra and pulled up my FBTs, feeling the damp fabric cling to my skin.

Xav gave me one last playful squeeze on the butt before we started walking back.

As we were walking back, still breathless and grinning, he casually dropped that he’d been there two days earlier. Alone. I gave him a look and he just smirked and said he’d come to "racky."

That little smirk of his? It said everything. He’d planned the whole thing, the route, the spot, the timing. I didn’t know whether to laugh, roll my eyes, or kiss him again. Maybe all three.

My legs were sore, my head was spinning, and I felt absolutely wrecked, but in the best way possible. And honestly? I wouldn’t change a thing.