Theres just nothing about matching with a 19yo single mother with huge milkers on tinder and having a date set up after just a few messages back and forth. The cherry on the top is when shes immediately telling you that shes gonna drop off her child at her parents house that evening so you just immediately know shes gonna spread her legs wide open for you. Definetly gonna leave condoms at home

Seeking a full-time personal assistant and companion, to serve the dark side at the highest level

I will become responsible for a special project carried out worldwide at the top level of theistic satanism. This makes it necessary for me to have a full-time companion , as my personal assistent for various duties, mainly in converting key figures to satanism. I am therefore searching for a dedicated companion. This is not just a partnership; it’s a complete devotion to a lifestyle steeped in freedom, exploration, and ultimate submission, where lust prevails and laws are flexibel.
It will not be easy, at least not most of the times. Your role will be very demanding, but it is also extremely rewarding. You will be in the known and have every opportunity to experience the reward of following the dark path and letting lust prevail without remorse

Age, Background and Availability:
You must be over 35 and available full-time. You have Dutch, Belgium, German or Romanian nationality and no restrictions for travelling e.g. due to past convictions . You have a valid driving license and have had one for at least the last five years. You should not have any dependencies—no children or obligations that would interfere with our life together. Your life before this commitment will become irrelevant, a memory and I want to emphasise that you should have no obligations to anyone. You must be willing to live with me, where you will be respected, but have to be submissive and comply with every request, always, no exception. No is not an option when told to do something. You have no conscious, no empathy, no remorse and preferably are a functional psychopath. Education at bachelor level or higher. Fluent in English. Ideally, you should have some familiarity with theistic Satanism or a willingness to convert, preferably from a baptized roman catholic or orthodox cristian background. You will have to converted if not already a satanist, if you are already a theistic satanist you know what to send in, if not please describe why you would want to be a statist, how you think about christianity.

Sexual Experience:
A history of sexual promiscuity and comfort with anal sex and gangbang scenarios is essential. You should have Chemsex experience with stimulants, preferably slamming, but I am looking for someone without problematic use.You will engage with multiple partners as part of our lifestyle. Al intercourse will be anal. We will record videos for instruction and you must be comfortabel to have sex in public places and churches. You should have no shame whatsoever. If you are on the shortlist of candidas this will have to be proven by letting me fuck you in a crowded place. You wil, have sex when told, with whomever I demand. You will function as a cum collector after which I will savour the cum directly from your ass, which I shall worship and will be my temple. It will be all about your ass, not your pussy, nor your dick if you have one and your looks are irrelevant, although you have to be passable as a woman in public places, because of our mission. You must have tits, not that I care but they are essential for the mission, if you don’t have tits you will have to undergo surgery at our costs, after about a year of service.
Because it is essential I repeat: You can be cis, trans, a sissy, or a crossdresser, but you must be passable as female. A photo showcasing your assets is required. Do not react if not passable in dim lightning, it is essential for your tasks. In that respect a cis woman would be ideal, but I doubt I will be able live with a cis woman, as much as as I Iike feminity, but there have in the past been very few German and Romanian women that could have been a fit. If you are a pre menopausal cis woman we will block your menstruation.

Please respond by June 15. After that date, I will contact the candidates I’m interested in for a personal interview. If you believe you can fully commit to this lifestyle and meet the criteria, I look forward to your reaction. But before you write think twice and be sure that you fully understand what is asked from you.

This is a one-way journey—once you step into this life, there’s no turning back.

This lifestyle is not for the faint of heart. You must not judge lightly and be prepared to think deeply about your decision. It’s a rewarding but intensive commitment for life, as you’ll be actively involved in converting others to our beliefs. you will be treated with respect, but obedience is non-negotiable. Your role will involve worship, particularly of your physical form, and you will be expected to fulfil tasks such as groceries, meal preparation, and welcoming guests. You will not be one off the regular sluts that fuck for Satan, but my right hand, temple and companion, functioning at the top-level.

goddamn, fuck Jesus, expel the holy spirit
Hail Satan, Hail Satan, Hail Satan

A pic of my very hot, sexy Aussie milf coworker Leanne who I can't keep my hand off my dick over! My god she turns me on so much and is my perfect dream woman! I just love it when I see her at work and start talking to her that my penis jumps up in my pants instantly and starts pulsating as it's growing in my underwear! That's how much she turns me on and how much I love her! She leaves me no choice but to head to the work toilet and masturbate and blow my big load for her as I spray my cum all over the cubicle wall and floor to be as horny and dirty as I can be for her!! Mmmm she is the ultimate dick tease...I love her!;)))

I'm currently looking for a young fit lad with a nice cock to wank all over my cuckolded wimp of a husband's face and then email me a pic of it.

If hubby does it and I see proof, I've told Cucky boy he can wank off whilst he watches me get dressed to go out on Friday evening and then have a nice quiet evening.

If he doesn't, he'll be watching TV downstairs whilst I'm getting ready and he will be sl33ping in the spare room in his cock cage as I'll be bringing somebody home. And to rub it in, I'll expose a pic of him on here for you all to laugh at. 

Inlaws are away on holiday for a month and ive been at their place often, keeping an eye on things.

Almost every day the last week ive been using a pair of my mother in law panties and bra as a cumrag. Sit on her couch, jerk off for ages then absolutely soak them in cum. They were clean so i keep putting them back in the same place. can't wait until they get back and i have the chance to catch her wearing them

A few years back, I had an affair with my younger coworker. Hot blonde, single, career oriented, was 35 at the time. I smelled that she is one of those, who would do many things to get ahead in life, so I tested the waters with some texting. I am very into feet, so I was texting how I like her shoes, and if she could borrow me a pair, and I would get them back the next day, under a condition that she must wear them.

I took a huge risk there, but it payed off. When she took them back, she noticed the stains on the black suede. She played it cool, so, I started giving her some things, here and there, pushing her forward in the company. After a while, I would jerk off in front of her, and cum on her feet, while she was wearing shoes. She seemed indifferent, but ok with it.

Eventually, she started giving me head, and I would reciprocate from time to time, but she didn't wanna let me fuck her. The hottest part was, at least for me, that it was so obvious that she didn't enjoy it.

This lasted for over a year, until she rose far enough, not to need my backing any more, and moved to a different sector.

In today's climate, trying to repeat such a thing, with someone else, seems suicidal, so I will never do it again, but I have my memories.

My FWB is this tall, dark haired woman, whose husband is in jail for a long time. It started off, when I was doing some work at her home (I am an electrician), and she complained how she always struggles with work around the house, since her husband is absent, and she just told me he is in jail for life. So I gave her my phone number, told her I would fix things, if I could manage, for a reasonable price.

I honestly thought she will never call me again, but a week later, there she was. And the week after that, and the week after that.

I did charge her some pocket change for simple things I did, but after a while it was obvious she was calling me, more because she was lonely and needed someone to talk to, because the "work" she had me do was silly, things she could do as well.

So I asked her out on a date, and she said no, since she can't afford a babysitter. Ah, what a heck, I tried... But, before I left, I saw she was conflicted about something, so I asked her what it is, and she somehow mumbled that, sometimes, I might stay the night, if some work comes up, that might need more than a day to finish.

Calling her cock hungry would be an understatement, this woman does it all, with such passion and lust, that I never saw anything similar before. I think she hopes that at one point, I will ask her to marry me. No way. But it is lots of fun, for now.

I have a confession and I do not know how to approach my next move.. last Friday I caught my boyfriend using a home made glory hole in our garage that led to more.

So let me set the scene.. we recently had some neighborhood kids messing with our house and we installed a camera system on the outside. I bought an extra few cameras for inside the house as well just in case. I put one in our garage because my boyfriend is always out there building things, working out, watching TV, drinking beers, etc. and I was going to use it to talk to him.

One day he was messing around with the old doors we replaced inside the lower level of our house and I didn't think anything of it. The next day I go to work and I am sitting at my desk and my phone pings saying their is motion in the driveway. I pull up the phone app thinking one of the neighbor kids is getting up to no good again and I was shocked to see a random person's car in the driveway next to my boyfriend's. He didn't tell me he wasn't going to work today.. A few moments later another ping goes off on my phone saying motion in the garage. So I open the app again assuming my boyfriend is in the garage and I was going to ask why he was home. He was in the garage alright and before I could say something, I noticed a makeshift door and wall in the corner of the garage near the door to the outside. Inside this door was about a 3" hole and my boyfriend was sitting there right next to the hole. I gazed at my phone trying to figure out what was exactly going on here. What happened next made me almost vomit at my desk. A cock entered the hole and he started to stroke it.

My boyfriend looked genuinely excited. Zero hesitation what-so ever, as if he has done this a million times. He stroked this anonymous dick in the wall then leaned over and wrapped his lips on the cock head. I watched in awe as he swallowed this guy's load and he smiled afterwards as if he won an award. Another ping went off notifying the driveway camera again. The stranger got into his car, a blue chevy sedan, and left. Not a minute later, a silver ford pickup pulled in the vacant spot. Out walked a man in a black hoodie and hat and entered through the garage door. Garage camera pinged now, and I watched again as my now ~gay~ boyfriend eagerly accept this man's cock down his throat.

I wanted to leave my job so bad and head home to bust him in the act. However I couldn't, especially if I am going to leave him, I am going to need my job to provide for me. I ignored my phone and tried my best to stay focused on my work, holding back the deep pain in my gut knowing what I just witnessed. My phone pinged every 10 minutes until lunch time. By the time I was able to grab my phone and look, there was 14 camera notifications.. 7 for the driveway and 7 for the garage. Each notification came with a 15 second clip, all clips were the same M.O. guy pulls in driveway, gets a blowjob from my faggot boyfriend, then leaves.

I could not think it could get any worse.. but it did. My phone goes off and the next guy started all the same. However a few minutes of blowjob go on, then I hear some murmurs that I couldn't make out, and the door with the hole in it opened. My boyfriend guides the man over to his weight bench, bends himself over, and the stranger gets behind him and starts to fuck him. He got closer to the camera so now I can make out every word they are saying. So much dirty talk.. the stranger telling my boyfriend how he is going to pound his man pussy, and my boyfriend begging to get fucked harder. The stranger wraps both his hands around his neck and begins to choke him as he fucks harder and harder.. this move was familiar to me because I actually get off when my boyfriend would do this to me.

While all of this is going on.. a ping going off again at the driveway. Another vehicle pulls up. A black Cadillac. I switched to the garage camera and there he was, still getting fucked relentlessly over his gym bench. Entered a black man through the makeshift door. He pulled down his pants and my boyfriend took him in his mouth. The dirty talking continued with the intermission of him gargling down a dick, and then he begins to beg to be bred. The man fucking him starts to moan load and he came inside of him. The black guy moved out of the way and I got a good view of my boyfriend, he was bent over still, fully erect, and a huge pool a cum on his gym bench while his cock dripped with cum. Did he just bust from getting fucked??

He scooped the load off the bench and begins stroking the black guy with his load. Then continues to suck him while tasting himself on him. The black man got behind him and began fucking him relentlessly too. Another man entered the garage and began spit roasting my boyfriend again. My boyfriend was bent over taking all these anonymous loads. He had countless loads in his stomach and now 3 in his ass. He is on his back now on the bench and I watched as one after another came inside the garage, then came inside his ass. He had to be getting close to double digits at this point.

The straw that broke the camels back is what happened just after 4PM. A person entered the garage and I knew right when he entered, it was one of his buddies. He was someone that always came off as macho, but deep down inside everyone always thought he was gay. His friend laid down on the bench and my boyfriend slid his dick inside of him riding him reverse cowboy. I watched as huge globs of cum gushed out of his ass onto his friend's cock. There was so much is was pooling up on his friend everywhere, just making a huge mess. His friend announced he was cumming and then my boyfriend said he was too. He got off his friend and proceeded to clean up everything he could from his cock, balls, and stomach. I watched his friend go limp, then slowly work back and erection, as my boyfriend continued clean up duty. He was giggling like a school girl seeing his friend get hard again. Then he goes "do you want to fuck my face?" and his friend stood up, grabbed the back of his head, and shoved himself down his throat. My eyes still glued to the phone, watched as my boyfriend was doing a way better job getting throat fucked than I ever could. He came down his throat, then left our house.

I went home about my business because I am at a lost for words or emotions on how I should react. A part of me hates his guts, but another part of me wants to explore this more with him.

The Night I Remember Who I Was
by @Military_Spouse

Nobody knows this. I’m telling it now because, honestly, I just want it out. Yes, this happened.

In university, I was in love with a man who broke me down in ways I didn’t even realize until years later. He was charming on the outside — funny, magnetic — but behind closed doors, I wasn’t his girlfriend. I was his toy. His cum rag. His property. And I let it happen, because I believed that love meant letting someone own you.

We broke up in the fall of my final year. And that was when I met someone new — gentle, kind, the kind of man who held my face like it was made of glass. He’s now my husband. But this story isn’t about him.

He was on an internship in Russia for three months, and I was left behind with empty nights and lingering shadows. I went out with my girlfriends, trying to remember what it meant to be free, to be wanted without being hurt. But I was still tethered to something darker.

That’s when I saw him again — my ex — across the room at a bar. He barely acknowledged me, like I was some old hook-up he could barely place. And maybe that made me feel something... dirty, maybe defiant. I let him buy me a drink. One turned into several. My friends left. He offered to drive me home. I should have said no.

But I didn’t.

Instead of taking me home, he drove us to his place. Said I looked like I still wanted to party. I told myself I was in control this time.

His friends were there — two of them, watching me like they knew stories about me. And soon, he was telling those stories out loud. How I used to beg for anal. How I could deep-throat until I gagged and still kept going. How I rimmed him like it was dessert. And I didn’t stop him.

Because by then… I was wet. Humiliated. And incredibly turned on.

I laughed. I played along. I performed. I let it happen.

Clothes came off. My body obeyed. One dick in each hand. His cock in my mouth. My ankles in the grip of his friends while he whipped my pussy raw with his belt, barking, “Keep the whore’s legs open.”

And the worst part? I came. More than once. Loudly. Shamelessly.

They fucked me all night — rough, ruthless, relentless. One would cum on my face while another drove into me from behind. They took turns using my holes like I was nothing. And for those hours... I felt like everything.

When it was over, he didn’t even offer a shower or a bed. Just called me a cab and told me to get out. I dressed slowly, sore, wrecked, dripping.

I checked my phone.

Missed calls from my boyfriend — now husband.

I called him. Told him I was out with girlfriends. Lied without flinching. He said he had a surprise and was coming back into town early.

He arrived at my apartment two hours later. I hadn’t even washed the night off of me.

He knocked.

And when I opened the door, he dropped to one knee and proposed.

I said yes.

We called our families. We laughed. We cried. He held me like I was sacred.

And beneath it all, I was still sticky with someone else’s cum.

I tell this story not because I regret it, but because I don’t.

Yes, I was shaped by "Bad Treatment". But I learned that I crave roughness. I crave degradation. But on my terms. Now, I choose when I want to be a whore. I choose who gets to use me, and how. And no, my husband can’t give me that — not yet. But I love him. And he knows who I am.

People judge women like me.

But I don't care.

I own every inch of this story. I own the filth. I own the power. I am Cari. And I am free.

I am a long time lurker, first time confessing something.

The truth is, that I do not have too much to confess, since my sex life has been this vanilla slope, and funny enough, only thing worth mentioning, was my first gf, to whom I didn't even lose my virginity, in a way...

We were seniors in hs, so both legal, and she was this ugly girl, but with a nice body, and great, firm tits, kind of big. From the start she told me she won't have sex before marriage (even though I am old, this was an antiquated way of thinking, even back then). We would make out, she had no problem with me groping her, but only over the clothes. I would try to put her hand on my crotch, but she would back off. It drove me crazy.

One time, I was super excited, so I just said to myself, what the hell, and pulled my cock out. She didn't mind. As she was sitting on my stomach, while kissing me (she was very petite), I jerked off behind her back. She knew what I was doing, since I pressed my cock against her ass in pants, but she did nothing but kissing me, as I pleased myself.

The next step was, I would do it, and she would sit on my cock, while it is pressed against my belly, and slide up and down, until I cum. First time was really tough, since she wore some kind of jeans, but next time, she was this thing, track suit kind of thing, kind of like yoga pants, and it was better, so much so, that she came from all that dry humping.

This went on for a while, until, one time, she came from the dry humping, and I guess her body was just betraying her, so she went down, and took my, already drooling cock in her mouth, and I was done in an instant.

I never got to fuck her, but after that, things heated up, so we would usually just give each other oral. I think the most interesting part of all this was, not just that we were both virgins, hungry for sexual interaction, but the thing that she wanted me inside her, so much, that over time, we did many things just to emulate more and more sexual experiences, except the one we both wanted.

For example, this one time, I was giving her a foot massage, while she was naked on her stomach, and after a lengthy massage, my hands went up, so did I, and it ended up as me licking her ass, while rubbing her clit, until she was done, and she immediately wanted to return the favor, act per act, foot massage, going up... This thing ended up as a deed, I later found out, was colloquially called rusty trombone.

Our relationship ended, when we both went to college. We kept in touch, and were a "long distance item" for two months or so, but since neither of us was able to come visit the other, it ended in a way, that we both just stopped calling each other. Not long after that I lost my virginity to a girl in college, as most of us, at least back then, did.

Never have I ever, after this, had a more intimate relationship with another woman.

I have a kink that’s hard to explain to most people. It’s not just about being naked — it’s about being seen. Exposed. Turned into something that’s not quite a person anymore... but more like a filthy little trophy.
I send strangers nudes of myself — raw, slutty, degrading photos — and I beg them to use them. Not just to jerk off. That’s too easy.
I want them to keep me. I want them to slide my photo into their wallet like a secret. I want them to make me their phone background, my legs spread wide for every text notification. And when they go a step further?
God, that’s when it gets good.
One man printed out a photo of me on glossy paper and stuck it to his fridge — right between his kids’ artwork and the weekly grocery list. He sent me a pic of it with the caption: “You’re family now.”
Another man framed one of my more explicit shots — me, bent over, plugged, drooling — and set it on his office desk like I was his fiancée. Right next to a coffee mug and a photo of his dog. His coworkers had no idea, and that made it even hotter.
But the best?
One guy told me he was having a get-together — drinks, music, friends. And right before guests arrived, he cast my photo up on his giant TV. Full screen. Full spread. Lights low, image glowing.
He said nothing. Just let it sit there as people came in and noticed.
Some laughed. Some stared. A few asked who I was. And he just said, “She’s mine.”
I came so hard when he told me that.
Because this is what I love. To be humiliated. To be displayed. To be owned by strangers in quiet, wicked little ways. I'm not their girlfriend. I'm not even their secret. I'm just the slut in the frame, the whore on the screen, the background they scroll past during meetings.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.