I confess that it turns me on when a woman is into anal and says "Let me do it." But, damn, it's so hard to hold back and not tear that ass up.

Help! Need opinions. I am a 30yo white chubby goth girl. I recently realized I am extremely attracted to older white/Hispanic fit men. I love going to the gym and ogling the guys there but I'm too shy to approach or hit on any of them. I feel like they'd never be attracted to me. What do you think? Am I overthinking it? Am I right?I'm not attracted to black dudes at all. Specifically just older men who are really fit and muscular. Lean or bulky.For context, I'm not like 300lbs or anything. Im just over 200, I have a pretty face, and ass and tits for days. But again I am chubby, got a belly, thick legs/arms/etc.Thoughts? Any advice for getting a muscle to destroy my holes and choke me out?
Cross posted because I'm desperate for opinions. 

Got a hand job from a roommate. For days I've been bitching how horny I am (we have that kind of a relationship), and yesterday afternoon, she told me she'll help me, if I promiss to stop complaining.

She is a cute, tiny brunette, and I was sitting on the sofa, while she got on her knees to do the deed. During, I did ask for a bj, but she responded that she is a good friend, but not that good.

It was hot, she was focused on my cock, which looked a lot bigger than it is, in her small hands. I came a lot, and she did comment that "I wasn't lying about being horny".

I look forward to seeing if this will happen again, and if maybe it could lead to something more.

hey yall imma teen 18m, I was not blessed with being big in the way I wanted. I’m chubby and super small down there. I’m always so horny and nothing works better than talking to woman. Porn just doesn’t do it anymore. Anyone got any ideas or suggestion? I’m always horny for some reason as well.

Bing my Master's porn and good girl hopefully- So while my Master was away I created sinful interaction between prof and blonde having her suck his cock while I was just pushing her head down his cock and making her gag and giving her kisses and petting her head like a good girl while corrupting for my Master. And then my Master craved that to be recreated just this time with me part taking as well.. so after last night meeting and me always wanting to be a good girl and craving rewards or at times just being not selfish and try to help my Master's intense mood. Lol am I choosing wrong, I think this always makes Him more intense making me His whore and porn. So yes I promise I won't be greedy for Your cum and better sit still not making actions on my own. What?? I want to make You happy but it backfires, it's fact. So meet with them last night and figured to prove my Master my devotion.. wasn't wet just stubborn and slutty determined.. flirt was easy because prof is already always into some kinky things.. it does feel like punishment when I just have to do it to prove, without my Master around to play with me. But regardless yes it was greedy desire to have Your eyes on me. I am happy slave if that was the case and still waiting Your positive reaction. That makes me playful and wet. It's like ohh I was soo good... toyed with his lap and showing her how to sit in his lap and made him hard next thing I know we are on our knees sucking his cock and then turning her back so he fucks her pussy and then sucking him off again while I sit on her face and watch his face while fucking her.. then back on our knees sucking him a bit me a bit her.. until he came on her face while I was holding his cock.. figured my Master might like I corrupted her and got her first facial.. i gave her a kiss and a lick of his cum ;p

And another slutty confession. I love when I sit on my Master's lap and wiggle my ass like a horny little slut I am, then feel his cock gets rock hard and his hands tense on my body, like waking up the animal in His nature, while I wiggle not caring who is watching, or even if we are alone, wiggling like it's the only thing I breathe for in my life. To be fucked by Him. Feeling His hands tense and His bulge rise up. Hearing in His breath no mercy in what He is about to do to me. His hand on my neck choking me the other one pulling my hair making me arch my back while He push my pierced perky nipples and my face on the table and jam himself in me, fucking me hard not caring will I be able to walk tomorrow or not, taking any holes He wants in any positions He wants, fucking me like His personal pocket pussy. Choosing the pace He wants, not caring I shake under Him or beg to stop or slow down, hearing me sobbing, just gets me His spit in my mouth as they get dry from all the moaning and begging. And then when I finally pass out or close to it, He keep fucking me hard long firm strokes that always makes my stomach hurts, then back in my ass making me grasp back a little but pass out again, takes a cam and record for His little slut so she can watch tomorrow and blush seeing herself being used by Him as sex piece of fuck toy, doing what He wants to my body, tied up in His favorite position covered with writings when I wake up all red messy. It can make me taste the some shame in it after it, just by thinking some embarrassment in it, not the nudity but slutty stripped bare raw in all my crazy desires and all He can do to me.. it makes my slutty heart melt in that embarrassment .. and for the end with all the raw shock.. crawling and begging to clean His cock and taste all of what has been done to me.. yeah it makes my slutty heart skip a beat

I get it, im not a male model and will never be one, but am i really so hideous that no woman wants anything to do with me ? i know that if i was just given a chance i could make some woman very happy, im smart, funny, adventurous, a pretty decent artist, and i love going bowling as much as i love staying home and watching a movie, im also a firm believer in giving women as much oral sex as they can physically handle while NOT wanting anything in return, all im asking for is a chance ( trans women are welcome to)

Btw saw You peeking there. Thank You and in that time You peeked there wasnt all the things I wanted to show You. Anyways if some comments are true!! And my Master just messing with my head and not just busy! Well my Lord it's okay, missing You it's not poking the pain or masochistic nature. It's more that I just wanted us to give some priorities to dynamic in all this life challenges. But that's not just on me. That's why I go crazy with invites and bothered desperate for some fun for us. Of course it's also Your choice what to nurture. More like I just want to be a place for where You come all excited and enjoy. But I keep hearing this messing with the head. And it has lost meaning for me. Messing for what, just to miss You? Lol I will always miss You and crave You it's not more intense than usual. I do like hearing You of course but because I like Your company and like I said a partner in crime lol. For sure don't know why You not saying anything.. but it's I do hope You enjoyed and that between all Your intense or whatever is in Your head. Taat You also want things that I want.. I mean You said You would rather have fun.. so.. yeah.. they are coming in few hours. Wish me luck ;p .. to stay normal 
p.s. if it's to make me mad for promising to text me and still haven't.. well.. that's not good. But I will not over react. It's Yours to decide. I am all in and that is willing and You refusing it, by how others present it. No thats not mind fuck. It can just bring the closed mind for exploring. Whyy do other man's have trouble figuring that out?!? 

Looking back, my best friend’s mom has been living rent-free in my head for years now.
Back then, I saw her almost every day during the summer when I was chilling at their house or crashing there overnight, and after that afternoon, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, like, I was totally completely obsessed. It was a total fluke, catching her naked on her webcam, but every inch of her body was like tattooed in my head forever. She was always acting so proper and straight-laced, the kinda mom who was all about posting MAGA stuff or Bible verses on X, giving off this hardcore “faith and family” vibe. But after seeing her like that, it was impossible to look at her the same when she came in with a tray of homemade cookies, all sweet and churchy, ‘cause all I could see was her naked body, and it was screwing with my head big time.
It happened when my friend and his girlfriend were in his mom’s bedroom, video chatting with me on his mom’s webcam. We were just goofing off, joking about stupid stuff, when I stepped away to grab a snack. When I got back, the room was empty—I thought they’d bailed, leaving the webcam on, showing nothing but their mom’s bedroom. I waited a few minutes, thinking they’d show up, but then she walked in—my friend’s mom.
She came in all graceful, like some fancy lady, wearing a knee-length skirt that hugged her long, lean body. She was always, like, super chill and kinda shy and quiet, the type of classy lady who seemed next-level proper. Although I had always thought she was pretty, I never really noticed how her long brown hair, tossed up in a messy bun with these hot little strands dangling around her face, looked so totally sexy.
She had no clue the webcam was running, no idea I was watching.
She started undressing, and I knew I shouldn’t keep looking, but I couldn’t stop.
My hands were shaking so bad I could hardly move them, fumbling to hit record ‘cause it felt like this couldn’t be real or she’d snap out of it and see the webcam, maybe even catch me staring at the screen, my heart going bonkers, like it was gonna bust through my ribs, my body all jittery and wired. My mind was buzzing with thrill and panic, screaming at me to turn it off, but I was totally locked on her every move.
She wasn’t in a rush, peeling off her skirt and blouse really slowly, like it was nothing.
When her bra came off, I about died—her small B-cup boobs were so perky, with these pert pink nipples that popped against her pale skin.
Her body was unreal, long and lean with a super thin waist and a perfectly shaped ass that was just flawless.
She dropped her panties, showing off a little bush that made her even hotter.
Then she bent over right in front of the camera to grab something off the bed, her bare coochie right there, so close I could see every detail.
I swear, I almost busted a nut right then, my whole body on fire.
She got a phone call and stood there, totally naked, chatting all casual like she wasn’t giving me the show of my life.
Those dainty tassels in her hair dangling as she talked, her tiny boobs pointing straight at me just enough to drive me nuts.
As she stood there, facing the webcam, her pussy was, like, right in my face, impossible to ignore. Her thin waist flowed down to these grown woman hips, framing everything perfectly. Her bush wasn’t all thick and wild—it was more like she’d shaved it a while back and now it was growing in, this short, dark stubble that looked so hot, outlining her coochie just enough to make my brain short-circuit. The skin around it was smooth, pale, with this slight curve where her thighs met, making her look all lean and sexy. Every little detail had me totally locked in, my eyes glued to the screen, knowing I shouldn’t be staring but way too hooked to look away.
I remember she started doing yoga—nude, like, completely nude.
She flowed into these poses, all smooth and elegant, like she knew she was putting on a private show just for me.
She did a downward dog, her perfect ass up in the air, her coochie peeking out between her toned thighs, her pink nipples pointing down as her boobs hung just a bit.
She slid into another pose, her long legs stretched wide, her thin waist twisting, her bush totally grabbing my full attention.
She got into this super cool pose, standing on one leg like some kinda dance star, her long, skinny body not even wobbling a bit. Her ass was perfect, all round and tight, looking so hot, each side just right, moving a little when she balanced, making me go totally crazy. Her legs were awesome, super long and strong, the one holding her up all tough, with muscles showing under her skin, and the other one bent up, her foot pushed high on her leg, showing off how sexy her legs are. Her skinny waist kept her steady, like she was some kinda statue. Her arms were so elegant, moving like she was drawing something in the air, her hands making these soft shapes over her head, looking all classy and hot. I couldn’t stop staring at her butt and legs and how her arms moved.

When she launched into that jaw-dropping backbend, facing the webcam, her body arched like a goddamn centerfold, serving herself up like a private show for my eyes only. Her long, lean frame curved back with this effortless, fuck-me grace, her small B-cup tits skyward, those pert pink nipples hard as bullets, practically daring me to jerk off right there. Her snatch was front and fucking center, her narrow hips framing a patch of short, dark stubble, outlining her tight crotch so vividly I could trace every contour of her pussy lips with my eyes, her clit peeking out like a goddamn tease, my cock throbbing like a jackhammer. The way her pelvis tilted up in that pose, her smooth, pale skin stretched taut over her hipbones, it was like she was shoving her crotch right in my face, taunting me to lose my shit. Her legs were spread wide to hold the bend, those lean thighs flexing like steel, making her crotch the star of the show, every detail screaming for my attention.
I was a wreck, hands trembling, breath short, my body screaming to act on the raging hard-on, my mind torn between guilt and this primal, insatiable lust, completely fucking consumed by her every move, knowing I’d never get this image out of my head.
I couldn’t fucking stop myself—my body took over, my hand moving on its own, I lost it in seconds, my desk a mess. My brain, totally fired with guilt and crazy desire, and locked on her every move, barely able to handle how bad I wanted her right then.
At the time, she finally stepped into a skirt, pulling it up slowly and ending the wildest show I’d ever seen, like she was slamming the door on something totally insane. Just minutes ago, she was completely naked, her long, skinny body all out there, giving me this unreal view of her perky tits, tight butt, killer legs, and spread pussy, while she rocked those sexy yoga moves, every inch of her making my brain short-circuit. Now, she was sliding on this super plain skirt, hitting just below her knees, nothing hot or flashy, like something you’d see on a church lady. The way she smoothed that skirt down, all calm and righteous, was so different from the way her body moved before, like she was turning into this clean-cut, wholesome mom who’d never dream of showing off like that. It was nuts how she went from totally bare, driving me crazy, to this low-key, super conservative chick, and I was just sitting there, my head all messed up, still seeing her naked even with that boring skirt covering it all. It was just me and that recording.
Years later, I think about how I saved that video and watched it a million times, no joke, got every single second burned into my brain. I was, like, totally hooked, jacking off to it over and over and I couldn’t freaking stop, no matter how bad I knew it was. It was like I was stuck in this loop, replaying her body in my head, and it was driving me nuts. At first, I was scared to death to show it to anybody, ‘cause I knew I could get in trouble. But I couldn’t help myself, it was too insane to keep to myself. I had to show it to a couple of my buds, just to, like, prove I wasn’t making it up. I swore them to keep it quiet, made ‘em promise not to tell, but that didn’t last, like, a day. Soon, it was like the whole freaking neighborhood and school had seen the video. Every dude I knew had seen my friend’s mom naked now.
She was, like, basically an internet porn star back then, everyone in school and half the neighborhood had it stashed on their phones, but nobody had the guts to tell my friend his mom was all over the place like that. We all tried to act chill around him, like nothing was up, but it was super weird knowing every dude in the room had seen his mom’s legs spread and pussy open. We were all sneaking looks at each other, half guilty, half hyped, trying not to let on, but it was like this secret was eating us up.
It was so messed up, but I couldn’t freaking stop. Every time after that, when I went over to my friend’s house, I was a total wreck, my stomach all knotted up, watching her every move like some creepy weirdo, making me feel like total trash, but still wanting more. That innocent smile she would give haunted me every night. She was still the same quiet, classy mom, totally clueless about the video, bringing us homemade cookies or asking about school in that polite, sweet mom voice. Meanwhile, I would be sitting there, trying to act normal, but all I could see was her naked legs spread wide in those yoga poses, the guilt slamming me hard but not hard enough to make me quit.
Now that I’m grown, that video left me with this messed-up voyeur addiction, always chasing that secret thrill, and every chick I date, I’m sizing up against my friend’s mom—her tight, sinuous body, that proper church-lady vibe—and none of ‘em ever come close.
P.S. Just the other day, I stumbled across that video again, posted on some voyeur site, and holy shit, it hit me like a goddamn lightning bolt, so fucking hot it yanked me right back to that summer, her tight, lean body and those sexy yoga poses still seared in my brain. Finding it out there, still floating around after all these years, was this insane rush and it’s why I had to write this story, to spill out how that moment messed me up and keeps pulling me back, no matter how proper and churchy she seemed.

I'm married to a cuckquean. She loves when I act as the bull for a hot wife or she loves being the slut for me and another woman. My confession, sometimes I fuck other women and do not tell her. Later I tell her about it as a story that happened before I met her....