Hi All - Does anyone know of any decent camgirl sites for alternative models? In particular I'm looking for tattooed girls with shaved heads. I've had little luck with web searches and i'm hoping someone from the community has already found one. Thanks in advance.

My confession is that I am a 44 year old man, not ugly, but not a model type either. I have a 26 year old smoking hot female friend. She used to bartend at one of my locals. Over the past month or so, we have been chit chatting back and forth because she is having baby daddy drama and she says she can talk to me really easily. Well I have noticed that she is getting flirty so I just asked her to come hang out this weekend. There a 90% chance that I'm going to be balls deep in every hole shes got! Oh and she's an alternative model on that really famous website. (SG)

I confess that I cast a spell to win the lottery but found a treasure instead…
 It was not but before yesterday. The lottery jackpot was outrageously high. I had attempted earlier with my girlfriend to produce enough loosh to manifest some winning numbers. We yielded no positive results for lottery but I enjoyed our endeavors. 
 I knew if we were to stand a chance of creating any real Sex Magik, we would need more willing bodies. People that entertained a certain type of magical thinking. Likely of the Cluste-B variety..
 I created a new profile on a popular alternative hook-up app. The profile pics were nothing particularly spectacular, but I thought they communicated a certain air of a couple that were secure with themselves. The bio though, was a simple short blurb advertising my intent. I didn’t fuck around with straight couples or bullshit bicurious single males. I wanted cock and pussy. I was going to have a fucking full swap or an orgy.
 The bio detailed my plan. All participants agree upon a shared set of lottery numbers. We then set upon each other with carnal lust and the appropriate Will and invoke our manifestation. “Should we fail to produce the lottery numbers”, I penned, “we would still win in the end”.
 The last part was an extremely dry joke but it was brought up later. 
 I actually received quite a few responses but most were single men. Eventually I received a message from a person I will call Jack. Jack had wife named Jill. Jack started sending me pictures faster than I could send mine back. I was afraid I wasn’t sending enough of my gf and too many of my cocklet and I. Jack didn’t mind though. Jack thought that was just fine.
 We set up a place for the four of us to meet. I always vet people out before I stick my dick into them or their’s into me. I have a sensitive barometer for people I fucking hate and so I like to sniff new prospects out before I take them home or to a hotel.
 I had cleared the entire thing with my girlfriend before I ever ran the add on the bio but given the small community we live in, and the troubles we have had before in finding swinging bi couples, she was very surprised at how fast I had arranged such a meeting. It made her nervous for the entire day.
 My gf and I arrived at the agreed meeting place before Jack and Jill. It wasn’t quite six in the evening but it was already dark. The other couple were more than fashionable late. My gf was practically frantic from the anxiety she felt. She usually feels some anxiety on the first meeting when we swing but this was extraordinary. It highly uncharacteristic of her.
 When they arrived I suggested we all just pile into my truck for the warmth. Jack and Jill were agreeable to that and we all climbed inside the cab. Jack liked my truck and tried to engage me a little on the topic of diesel engines and vehicle models like mine. I fained little knowledge. I was more interested in fucking his hole. I mean, his wife was okay, but I liked this man from the moment I smelled him. But I would soon cum to see how very much, Jack was absolutely insane.
 At first, there was some back and forth between the four of us but it would not be long before Jack would rise to dominate the conversation totally and I was in awe at the spectacle of him. He was a juggernaut that could not be stopped. Holy shit. He was a bit shorter than me and had a muscular build. Probably procured through hard work rather than lifting weights. He wore a fleece cap but I expected a cowboy hat. He a chiseled jaw with a cleft chin. He was very handsome.
 Jill was closer to our age. She was probably your typical bpd nympho. A body of about  average but very large breasts. Scandinavian with Irish maybe? Doesn’t really matter, she had large breasts. Very fuckable in my book. Her fantasies were very dark I think. Definitely lots of psychological damage. Large breasts though. Jack would tweak on her nipples as I sometimes managed to chime in. It was very distracting in the most delicious of ways. Did I mention that her breasts were rather large? She wanted dicks rubbing together inside her. Actually I wanted that, but I knew she would have enjoyed it.
 Jack wasn’t a total dick though. He had method to his maddness. As he attempted to dazzle my gf and I with his strange stories and exploits of himself he left small oppenings. He found out quite a bit more than I tried to let on. He was much more cleaver than one might initially assume by his antics.
 Jack began to regail us with stories of killing, incest, rape, sex torture, squirting, marijuana omnitopical, drugs, his construction career, his pro-rodeo career , his porn career,he was a veteran,  how he hated his mom (I guess?), more incest,his ties to mafia, the finer points of leather stitching and yet more incest.
 Also, he only bottemed unless, “the dude was a chick”. My girlfriend looked right at me as he said that. I knew what she was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. 
 Actually, I was thinking about something totally different than her. I had been watching far too many youtube videos about people psychological problems. I had found out what type of crazy people with traits like myself find appealing. Jack was prime specimen of what is supposed to get my juices flowing. I think that youtube is right. 
 With every story, my gf became more and more apprehensive. They mentioned god 11 times. She counted. Every other story was a burning red flag. “These people are fucking kray kray!”, she said to me without speaking. Sure, the story about the squirting sex slave and tarp over the matress seemed funny at fist. But they sorta lost my gf’s interest when the said they had to beat the shit out of her and take her to a mental hospital. Because they cared. Fucking A. The story of the justified homicide did not help. 
 I knew there was no way this was going past the initial meeting between us. It was a shame. I was not sure if anything this person said was true. Pathological lying is hallmark of people with narcissistic traits. But Jack was broken in way that seemed very familiar to me. It could very well be that every story he told was crafted based on his perception of what he thought I might find interesting. It could also be that most if not all of what he said is a close approximation of reality. Chaos fills the lives of the people with traumas. Jack lived in another world at any rate.  
 We finally parted ways after two hours of Jack’s fantastic stories. Neither my girlfriend or I thought it wise to persue them but I harbor deep regrets. Jack being either human typhoon with bpd or a psychotic narcissist, makes no difference to me. The damage is the same. The sex is probably the best I will never know. I don’t even know why it would be so great. But I think it would. People say that it is. Who am I to gainsay them?
 I wanted to win a billion a dollars but instead I found a person that beyond any treasure that could compare. A person so beautifuly tortured that only I could see the true worth of. A person that would not bore me. A person that would probably murder me. A person whose emotional dis-regulation riviled my own I think. Probably eclipsing it. I am sure every day with Jack would be a whirlwind of passion and near death experiences. 
 I confess this Jack, should you ever read this and recognize me, I would have rocked your world like no fucking other. I would have made you cum with every hole I have. I would have fucked every hole of yours. I would have played every crazy mind game you set up for me. I would have made every pore of yours drip sweet and I would have drained your fucking balls. I would have fucked your body, destroyed your mind and raped your sole. You would have fragmented into a dozen or more pieces inside your mind and I would have fucked every one of them. You could have beaten me until my body was bruised and my will was broken. I could have broken you. It would have been fun. I would have saved you from god. You could have joined me with the devil. We could have found refuge in each other’s holes.
 Fuckit, I still have your number…
 

What are some alternatives to The Pireate Bay since they no longer allow child models? I use to get all my newstar sets from them, but now I don't know where to go accept Tor, and that takes forever.

I confess, these are my personal conquests.
This will be an ongoing post of most of the girls I have been with, ones I have gotten pictures from and the new ones as they happen. I've posted on ML before with a separate post for each girl, this will be a cumulative collection.
I will call myself DDDP.
Lets start with.... hmmmmm... We will call her "B"
B was a young girl... I literally met her off of wouldyouhitthis.com. She was a fucking freak... I dated her for 2 years (while I was dating other girls of course, but don't tell her that). This girl was an aspiring alternative model.... and a huge fucking slut. She sent me dirty pictures and movies nearly on a daily basis. Looking at all of the media I saved from her its nearly 3 gigs. I actually sold this stuff on auction sites a few years back so some of you might have something from her but its unlikely.
This was the first girl I ever taught to squirt and holy fuck was it delicious. She loved anal and even played with her dog for me. I could've married her if she wasn't a bi polar manic depressant skitzo bitch.... well and I was dating another girl for over 6 years when I started this "relationship" with her. Give me some feedback and I will continue with the stories and different girls.

OK, here is my story....... or rather, the beginning of many.
I love reading the postings here about people cumming into the food and/or drinks of relatives. Family "members".
For me, though, I find it most erotic to cum into the beverages of women I have never seen before.
I do it at coffee-places, ALL THE TIME!
I keep a storehouse of jizz in my freezer. But I crack off a bit of it now and then and put it in a vial, and put this in my backpack when I go to a certain coffee place. It is perfect for my particular intentions because it also is a part of a bookstore. I sit there and wait for a gorgeous [she must be gorgeous, or I am not interested] woman to come in and sit down at her own table with a coffee or tea. University students are the best because they will be there for a long while.
So -- instead of speaking in generalities, I will focus on a specific instance.
This beautiful girl comes in, long legs, she's wearing shorts, she sits down and immediately I am waiting for my moment. She has her coffee there in a paper cup with the lid on it. I go to the condiment counter and get a new lid.... a plastic lid. I take my now-melted cum vial out of my backpack and pour a bunch of my jizz onto my own coffee-cup lid and then set it next to me, with a napkin over top of it. At some point, I know that this girl is going to go to the washroom and leave her coffee unattended. The seat that I am at is right next to the washrooms [I can even hear the toilets flushing] and I strategically even sit at a place just beyond the store cameras, to minimize getting caught if something goes wrong. This girl in the particular instance I am talking about gets up to go to the washroom and when the door closes I immediately get up from my seat, walk over and replace my jizz-filled coffee lid with hers. And so, as she is in there I know that my cum is seeping right into her drink. She came out and sat down -- fiddled with her paperwork for a bit and then picked up her drink.
I cannot describe for you in human words what it feels like for me to sit a few tables distant and literally see a gorgeous woman whom I have never seen before in my life -- drink my cum. And I know she is doing it. A few times I have snapped photos of this.
One other instance I shall mention -- this may not appeal to everyone out there -- but here goes.
One time I was afforded the same opportune moment, a beautiful girl, early 20's -- I mean, she could be a MODEL -- sits down. She had a large tea -- I knew this because the tag thing was hanging off the side of it. A stir-stick was IN the tea.
But I did not have my vial of cum at the moment. [I was unprepared]. So I had to think of a quick alternative.
I went to the condiment counter and grabbed a wooden stir stick...... went into the nearby washroom, and I lubed that stir-stick up with my own spit and shoved it as far up my ass as it would go. I even turned around and looked at myself in the mirror and I could only see a wee portion of the thing visible on the exterior of my ass. I then twisted it around in there to make sure it got a bit soiled. When I pulled it out, there was some actual shit on it.
I went back to my seat to wait for her to leave hers.... I had my shit-smeared stir-stick hidden under a napkin.
A little while later she got up from her seat and went to look at a few books in the Bargain section of the store, I could literally SEE her legs from the middle portion of the racks, so I could tell that there is no way she could see what I was about to do. I went over to her tea and quickly exchanged my stir stick for hers.
When she came back to her seat and sat down, I cannot even describe the magnitude of my boner as I observed this gorgeous girl happily drinking her tea when I knew that there were pieces of my shit floating around in it. The only thing better would have been if she took it out and licked it, which she [sadly] did not.
May not appeal to everyone -- but hey, I'm not everyone. It very greatly appealed to me.