I thank my Master doesn't want to admit I made Him a little intense and stubborn. Did I win the argument my Lord this time. I mean I know my Master I know when he is intense and wants to make me pay for calling Him mean and now showing me what mean is? 

Our foreign exchange student had been hitting on my hubby for months. 

on her 19th bday we let her drink and she had of course turned into the French whore she was born as. So I setup a camera under a t shirt in the basement bedroom and let him do his thing. 

she rides a decent dick for her age and the toes curling is a nice touch. 

Not feeling crazy because my Master refused my call for fun. But I will write something honest here. Okay lol I am not allowed to have the privilege to please Him. Being it Him busy or just messing with my desire to please Him and not allowing me. Even tho what I offer is making me sooo nervous but can't resist the urge to do something that makes me nervous in order to be His good slutty girl and match the mood He might be feeling. My honest is that I just crave my Master to check His slave a little. Like for two seconds. You do say I am always Your good girl. So please I am reminding You. Not saying that You won't. But just reminding my Master on whtt He agreed on, when He took me as His. Reminding Him because He is busy and day can slip off. If no play no play.. yeah it drives me crazy but will bare that mental and physical torment with my Master if needed. He can't have fun no fun for me neither. But do please don't mess with the check on Your slave. I know besides me just being good girl and playful and how I am Uou don't expect anything else. If my expectation to just hear You randomly when we can't play or taste each other is too much of expectation. Then You have to let me know and not make the promise in future. It is too much for me. And the mental limit I can't work well with. Lol we are limitless on kinky things.. but my mind and emotional well being has some limits. Please don't push that it's taking away my playful. Willing to hear if You think it's something silly or not based on something rational. But do please discuss it with me. I do get You get intense and not in some mood for the playful or such.. I don't have expectations of in which mood You will show up. Just to check me. It's a reminder lile I remind You of the questions and things like that. Just wanted to offer something that might match Your mood right now ;p 
ahem.. it's okay.. I will just calm down my slutty urge to do whatever it takes. Don't want to push my deeds on You when not in mood for us.. soo very sorry if it sounded like pressure I am just feeling playful and in same time like no no noo don't whore me lol.. oh god.. good night my Lord. Tho I am still with them! I know!!! I am very crazy!! I offer it even tho I am dying and my masochistic cup is sooo filled!!! Buttt with You around things balance! Yesss I know hahah can't resist to offer You something very kinky just because You like it and it shocks me!! What can I say You are my weakness and my devotion ;p

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

Hot tub night with the neighbor again, 3rd time in 3 weeks. Going to wait for the wife to go to sleep and the. Head on over there to give him some head. Have a great night everyone.  

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

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.

Not feeling crazy because my Master refused my call for fun. But I will write something honest here. Okay lol I am not allowed to have the privilege to please Him. Being it Him busy or just messing with my desire to please Him and not allowing me. Even tho what I offer is making me sooo nervous but can't resist the urge to do something that makes me nervous in order to be His good slutty girl and match the mood He might be feeling. My honest is that I just crave my Master to check His slave a little. Like for two seconds. You do say I am always Your good girl. So please I am reminding You. Not saying that You won't. But just reminding my Master on whtt He agreed on, when He took me as His. Reminding Him because He is busy and day can slip off. If no play no play.. yeah it drives me crazy but will bare that mental and physical torment with my Master if needed. He can't have fun no fun for me neither. But do please don't mess with the check on Your slave. I know besides me just being good girl and playful and how I am Uou don't expect anything else. If my expectation to just hear You randomly when we can't play or taste each other is too much of expectation. Then You have to let me know and not make the promise in future. It is too much for me. And the mental limit I can't work well with. Lol we are limitless on kinky things.. but my mind and emotional well being has some limits. Please don't push that it's taking away my playful. Willing to hear if You think it's something silly or not based on something rational. But do please discuss it with me

I enjoy these boards, since, here and there, you can run into some interesting confessions. So I thought about sharing mine, it isn't anything special, but it was an awkward episode, in somewhat uninteresting sex life I've had.

In my early 20s, I had this gf, who kept herself for marriage. I was 23, she was 21, and I was very persistent in the idea of breaking this vow.

It didn't go as planned. We would kiss, and grind, and grope each other, and I would get her so turned on, that many times I thought - this is it, she will give in, but no. And this continued for quite some time, five or six months, and I was blue balled every single day. Why did I stay with her? Well, she was so pretty, that the sole fact of being seen in public with such a woman, was a huge self esteem boost for me, I enjoyed the envy I felt from other men - they didn't know I wasn't doing anything.

After said period, she did start to crack a little, but that crack turned into handjob/pussy rubbing, still with her clothes on. It took me some time, but we got to do it naked, and it evolved into giving each other oral.

I was always looking for the next step, since every time we did something new, at first, she was very tight and reserved, but after few times, she would learn to enjoy it, and oh man, enjoy she did.

Towards the end, we got to the stage of dressing up, role playing, face fucking, mutual ass licking, everything but...

I tried to go for it, many, many times, but she would say no every single one of them, and she would even get mad at me.

In the end, she broke up with me, since it became obvious that I am not gonna marry her, at least not yet. She met an older guy, in his 30s, and married him within a year.

I have never been, even close to dating someone that beautiful. I sometimes ask myself, what if...

My wife has this friend, she is a cute, petite blonde, with huge natural tits, and from the very start, she told me that she is a nympho. That was interesting to me, so I wanted more info. It turned out, she was a serial cheater, there were even some stories about her being with multiple guys at once and similar stuff. Important piece of information - she never told anything to my wife, but she has been seen with men she wasn't dating at the time, and many other things, which collaborated these stories.

Then, some ten years ago, she hooked up with one of my friends, and it got serious. When I saw that, I thought what to do, to tell him, to warn him, or not, and, I guess that is what friends are for, so I did. He got so mad, that he took a swing at me. So, me and him, we lost all contact, and same happened to her and my wife.

When I got divorced a year ago, she was in my DMs after a few days, and she was very upfront with what she wanted. Having someone to fuck, just after getting divorced, is not a bad thing, and we did it five times over a span of two weeks, so there might be something in all of that nympho talk. I ended it, because, I felt bad, not because of him, nor my ex wife, I felt bad about myself, for being with such a low life, who made me act like one.