I don't understand what's going on.
I purchase a video with credits. The video has been up for as long as ten years but I don't know how long it's been without an owner. Within a few weeks I see that the video was deleted by Admin. No reason or explanation given.
In two cases the video was deleted immediately after I purchased it and then got my credits back. I can only conclude that after purchasing a video, it somehow triggers something and it gets on the Admin's radar and is removed for some reason??? Doesn't say at the request of the copywrite holder.

Last weekend, I approached a group of middle aged women, at this club, with live gig. They were all pretty heated up from all the drinks, so me and a friend, payed a few rounds, and soon enough, there was dancing and laughter. One of them was having a birthday celebration, and at one point I asked, where are their men, at which they all yelled through laughter - at home.

I chose a short one, with the glasses, and short women tend to like me, because of my height. Very pretty, in a short black dress, some dirty dancing ensued. At one point I had to go to the toilet, and she just grabbed my fore arm, and went with me. But the thing is, I really had to go, so when she came into the cubicle with me, I just thought "fuck it", and took a piss. It wasn't as easy, since she was behind me, kissing my neck, going everywhere with her hands, so I started to get stiffy. She grabbed it in the end, while I was still leaking, gave it a shake as I was done, and pulled me back, got around me, put the lid on, sat on the toilet, and got it in her mouth.

I could still feel drops of piss on my cock head, before it was in her mouth. She knew what she was doing, and she clearly enjoyed it. And then I saw her wedding ring, and... I just unloaded, without a warning.

She swallowed till the very last drop, without flinching.

We came back and continued drinking, and when it was time to go, I offered her to come to my place, but she declined. Phone number? Nope.

And we just parted ways.

Women are fucking strange, and I love them for it.

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

I have always been obsessed with anal sex, and no, I am not gay. It all started with my first gf, I just wanted to try everything, so I somehow convinced her to this. To say that it was a disaster, would be an understatement. I had no idea how much lube this requires, it hurt her like hell, I was too fast and too eager that it must have felt awful for her (I had no idea what I was doing), and even some shit stains were involved, so, it was a debacle, and we never tried it again.

Many years later, I was with a woman, who did want to oblige to this wish of mine, after so many refused. We did it, and it was ok. It was obvious she wasn't a fan of this, but I learned some stuff, or should I say we did, together. But, we did it very rarely, and I didn't really like the fact that she was obviously not into it, that we stopped all together.

I attributed my experience to the fact that such deed must be reserved for porn only, and no woman actually enjoys it.

Now, a little digression, I am 42 at the moment, never been married, but I have been a serial monogamist, had quite a few relationships, lasting from few months, up to six years (the longest). I have never been alone, and the most time I was without anyone was three months, or something like that. When my last relationship ended (the longest - six years), I realized that things have changed for me, with aging, and that finding women interested in me wasn't as easy, as it was before. I was alone, for over a year.

Then I met her. Ten years older than me, but I had no idea that that was the case, until we started dating, since she looked my age. Beautiful woman, divorced, with large fake tits, which she did hide under her sweater, that somehow didn't mach her character. She is a uni professor, a lady, and she has two grown sons, who moved out of her house.

She was so open, it was obvious she liked me, and we hit it off perfectly. Only after we started dating, and having sex, she told me all about her. She got divorced, since her husband found another woman. After that, she had the big C, so she had both of her breasts removed (thus the fake boobs), it was a hard healing period, but after she went through it, and her sons moved out, she decided to start a new life, and I was in it.

I don't know what it is, if it's an empty nest thing, blow to self esteem that she suffered from her illness and divorce, or something else, but she became so obsessed with me, so clingy and loving, and caring, that I am about to marry her.

Now, this confession is not about my future marriage, it is about the thing, my obsession, I mentioned at the start. I knew she will do it with me, she would do anything I ask her to, it is not that, it is the fact, that she enjoys it.

At first I thought that she was faking it, but no... I can't go into details, cause this would be too long to read, but let me just tell you, that she is definitely not faking it.

And that's it. I guess the moral of this experience is, that there is someone out there, that shares our kinks, but it is just very, very, very hard to find that person.

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've always had this fantasy where I'm at a house party and it's like 90% guys there, I'm one of the only girls.

Well maybe I have a little too much to drink. The guys realise and start making fun of me for it. They're grabbing my face and telling me how stupid I am to be in this state around a group of men like them. I can't even form sentences or lift my arms as one of them pulls my top over my head. I haven't worn a bra, expecting it to be a casual night, so my tits bounce free as the men laugh at me. 

One of the men starts recording, and several of them start grabbing at my breasts, pinching and pulling on my nipples. Without realising it, a soft moan escapes my mouth. This drives the guys wild. "She's actually fucking enjoying it".

My short skirt and panties are quickly removed. I don't even know what's happening, I can just feel so many hands on me. I feel them shoving roughly into my pussy, pinching my clit and even probing around my asshole!

Suddenly I'm being lifted up, and placed back down on a man's lap. I feel an intense pain as he starts pushing his cock into my ass.

I'm more alert now, but it's too late to stop what's happening. Another man comes between my legs and enters my pussy. I feel like I'm going to tear open, I'm so full, but as oo as I open my mouth to say "Please, No!", a third cock is shoved into my mouth.

I don't know what sensations to focus on, my ass and pussy are being pounded harder than I thought possible, and my throat is filled by thrusting cock, blocking my airways. 

Maybe I pass out. Maybe I wake up and 6 more guys have lined up to have their way with me. And when they're done, they'll continue drinking, making me crawl from man to man drinking down his piss.

Because I did enjoy it. It's what I'm made for after all. 

Such a shame it's just a fantasy, haha 😳

No more absinthe, okay?!? Am I too slutty if I say I craved You to tadk me what You did, and that intensity? Absinthe made me not realize You were sleepy lol.. offtt shameee shameee my Master is feeling tired. But I guess He can always put me in trouble with or without them. I was curious like You were and I must say I have some shocking updates on Your experiment ;p