Several years ago I had a toxic gf who introduced me to the world of paying for sex after we paid to have a girl rub me off in a massage parlour while we were getting massaged beside each other. After that relationship I spiralled from hand jobs into full on sex with random girls online as well as escorts etc. I had some incredible sex and loved the variety of women I got to see and fuck. I got into such a rut of meeting escorts and masseuses that when I met my now wife I carried on fucking others behind her back, even after we got engaged. Me and her would talk such filth (long distance) that I was horny 24/7 so it made me hornier and go fuck girls more. We then got married months later and unfortunately, one small miss on my part meant she discovered my secret life on my phone 3 days after we got married. She even spoke to oke of the prossies. Despite this, she stayed with me, not sure why or how. I tried counselling and other things but I couldn't get enough of the variety and spontaneity of seeing and touching various girls. I denied myself sex with more but continued with happy ending and body to body massages even after marriage. One day I went for what I thought was a massage and ended up fucking the masseuse as she got horny after seeing how "handsome" I was. Ended up fucking my wife only 2 hours later. I felt like such a cunt but the joy of multiple women still plays on my mind too much. I still meet random girls but not for sex, maybe a hj or bj at most but still go for happy ending massages. Do I need help? I'm a real perv. I would fuck my wife's sisters at the drop of a hat if I could but she knows I'm a horny pervert and doesn't like me talking to them. I also don't want to ruin the marriage because she is a really a good girl. Am I a real cunt? Any advice or thoughts?

Unfortunately broke up with my gf today... would have been 3 years tomorrow  feeling lonely I wake up for work in 5 hours but I can't sleep... anybody want to keep me company or rise my spirits on here or in my dms that would be helpful :) my kink is (straight) anal and girls that do anything to please their man .... thanks again motherless love you all

So I saw a video either here or possibly xhamster, I think it was here though, posted possibly under drunk or threesome or swinger and I really wish I could find it again.

It was 2 guys and a woman sitting on a bed, the husband or boyfriend was filming while the wife or girlfriend talked to the other guy. She was pretty heavily tattooed and after the two of them had sex he was extremely out of breath and drank some water and kept asking for a cigarette. She asked if he'd be interested in continuing to play with them because the other four people hadn't worked out. This was definitely a amateur video.

It was one of the hottest things I have ever seen, and unfortunately I don't think it saved in my history for whatever reason. I've scoured every place I can think to look, so now I'm begging and hoping someone knows this video.

Any leads or help would be greatly appreciated!

Unfortunately for the slut, this white cock isn't finished with her chink holes yet. Round 2 bitch!

I loved being a cuckold when I was with my ex wife. It took me a few years to convince her. When we had sex I'd bring it up and she'd go with it but then would say she wouldn't really do it after. Finally it happened. Before CL got shut down we were searching it specifically for bbc but settled for a white guy. The unfortunate part was he didn't last long but I loved finally getting fucked. We found another guy who was massive and he came so many times in her. We both agreed to letting them bareback her. After him though she said she wasn't really into him and then we finally found her bull. Her first bbc. He lasted hours each time he came over. He didn't want to fuck her bare though which sucked but one time the condom broke and he came all up in her. I remember one time he came all over her stomach and I liked it all up. Daily she told me how much she loved her bull and how much she loved bbc. Unfortunately he had to end our engagement and we stopped until one night my best friend got to fuck her. She loved fucking guys in front of me. We ended up splitting about a year later and she ended up with a really good friend of mine. I act like I hate it but I love it. One of my best friends took my wife. I fantasize about them. Wondering if he's hung. I'd love for them to rub it in and fuck in front of me. Like I said I act like I hate him but in reality he's still one of my best friends and I'm proud to have had my wife stolen by him. I deserved it. I want to thank him and tell him it's an honor for me to have lost her to him. I just miss being cucked by her so much. Here's a rear view of her when I had her. I'm glad it's his now. A real man should have her.

I confess that I am very sexually starved and it has led me to have an affair with my friend. I have been married for 3 years to my wife whom I first met in third grade. Back when were kids we didn't hang out alot. I would see her ever other Sunday at church. After then we met again in high school. We had one class together. She sat behind me and she would run her finger up and down my back. It always get me rock hard. She knew what she was doing and I loved every second of it. I eventually took her home a fucked her brains out. After every day at school we would go back to my place and screw like rabbits. We stayed together after we graduated .. I eventually knocked her up and out of guilt married her. (Btw we were 19 this time.)That's when it started. Shortly the birth of my daughter my wife's sex drive came to a very abrupt stop. Within the 3he years we have had sex about 10 times. Of course during that time i discovered this lovely site and started my masturbatory adventures. Just recently I have come into contact with an old friend that I had a crush on back in middle school. Turns out she got married to a very abusive and cheating asshole. She managed to get away for a night ans came drinking at my place. She blacked out and with my great wisdom I had my way with her.She knew what happened that night and wants to do it more often. Unfortunately we only get to talk very rarely. That was a month ago and now I am looking to fuck anything that isn't dead

I confess that I am spying on the couple in the hotel room next to mine. The rooms are adjoining and when I open the door on my side, there is a crack/hole in the door on their side that I can look through and see part of their room. Their room is a suite and, unfortunately, I can't see their bed, but I can see their couch where they've been kissing. Last night, I couldn't see them, but the wife makes a lot of noise during sex and I heard her cum.

Also, the wife is pregnant.

I'm hoping that they start doing stuff on the couch where I can see, rather than just hear them.

Beyond the Horizon

Part 1

One of the lessons you learn after years of driving is that at some point or another, you’re going to experience the pain of repetition and predictability. Even when I first started off on the journey, I never had a destination in mind. It’s like as soon as I sat down and closed the door, it was getting hazy. It’s apparent to me now that from the moment I turned that old key and fired her up I was totally unsure of to exactly where I thought I was going. Driving is one of my greatest pleasures. There’s a sincere innocence in the act of driving. I lost sight of much of that, and from time to time I wasn’t sure if I was even in control. From a certain perspective the relationship between the machine and it’s controller breaks down, and it can become objectively difficult to distinguish which is driven by which.

To be fair, the warning signs were all over the place. It felt like I couldn’t go more than ten seconds without some sign, a precaution, a rule, a rule of thumb, a word of advice whispered in confidence. I always did my best to be a responsible driver. For the longest time I did my best to obey all the rules of the road, back before I knew better, or perhaps until I thought I knew better. Experience is the greatest teacher, not to mention the harshest. It’s common knowledge that to learn from experience makes even the worst decisions worthwhile. Sometimes it’s simply the only thing that one can take away from the curveballs so often thrown one’s way. The problem for the unwise lies in working out what lesson the accused is to take away from his crime. For the introspective the problem is rarely not seeing the problem at hand. They can even take precautions to make sure that one accident is never repeated, by not repeating whatever lead to disaster the first time around. For the experienced, and by that I mean the scarred, the disfigured, those drivers who possibly still hurt every waking day of their lives, there are an entirely different set of problems, regardless of their ability to learn from past experiences. The problem faced by the salty, by the ones who well and truly drove around that block more than they care to admit, is the inability to disengage from what they think they know best, and in doing so they find themselves sat exactly where they were before they even released the handbrake. One cannot escape his past, cannot escape the stupid things they did. But to make matters worse, they begin to see that so many of the reflective, glaring, fluorescent signs they are bombarded with as they hit the highway begin to contradict each other. They blur, they all look the same, sound the same. It seems impossible to follow one highway code without breaking another. At first, one particularly thoughtful individual might find, there seemed to be one over-arching Way. The irrefutable Tao of the road. The one true way. I miss that idea. I’ve reached a point where no matter how hard I try and see things as I used to, either I changed, or the rules did.

And so those rare unfortunates may find the signs begin to undermine each other. Slow down, but speed up. Be cautious, but never so more than you’re being brazen. Make sure to flaunt every last thing you have and haven’t ever done, because nobody likes It when you brag. And so experience fails you. It begins to lie to you, and even when you’re aware that there is clearly deception afoot, you become a man looking at a map with no reference as to where in the fuck they actually are. It’s at this point in my career as a driver that I also realised that for all the years I had been driving, I could not remember where I was going. I knew that I had been driving for a very long time, and I think at certain points I had stopped off at places, and I still remember the people I picked up. Some of them drove with me for the longest time. I always liked having passengers, but sooner or later, the destination is reached, and the journey has come to an end. But I digress. At a certain point, I found myself lost. It was the worst kind of lost, in that not only did I not know at all where and when I was, but in that I had totally forgotten where I had originally intended to go. I could not even remember at what point I had forgotten everything about myself. All I knew was in looking in the mirror, I was sure I didn’t recognise myself. I could not even describe the person who stared back at me. The Driver was a man about which you could say so much, but I’m quite certain that none of the obvious things you could gleam from that countenance were objectively correct. Nothing I’ve ever experienced has been quite so simple as that. First impressions are hard to resist, however. In a way it didn’t matter that I’m sure in some ways I recognised the Driver’s face, because from the moment I met his eyes with mine, I knew he’d always be a simple mystery to me, destined to be my enemy, the one who knew me the best.

He had the look of the man who has learned from experience as he lit that cigarette. The glow from the lighter revealed a face older and more weathered than I’m sure my own face was. He looked bad. I was certain he didn’t have the slightest good intention in mind for me, and yet everything in his eyes and in the tone of his voice struck me as sincere and well meaning. He spoke to me as if he knew me. We’re on the road now aren’t we? I’ve always loved these warm nights, the heady smell in the air. He grinned, and his eyes lit up. I suddenly felt thirsty. Thirstier than I’ve ever felt in my life. There was adrenaline coursing through my body now, and most of my worry had suddenly receded. As he rolled down the window, an old and child-like excitement crossed his face, as a child who is told on Christmas day that the best present has been saved to last. What does it even matter where we’re going? The pleasure’s in the driving. It’s also in the uncertainty. We passed a strange scene by the side of that long road. This struck me because until now it had all been so blank. There was a cow being led down the road by two men, one in front, and one following up from behind. We passed so quickly that the image struck me as an old black and white picture would have, fixed in my mind without the suggestion of fading. It was like some grim scene from a foreign abattoir, and I felt my spirit drop, knowing where the cow’s destination lay despite all his ignorance. He looked complacent if not slightly confused as to his predicament, being lead by his handlers as he was. For some unknown reason, I honestly felt very sad for him. Then I laughed. Fucker should have evolved faster. I couldn’t but help show the slightest disapproval, even if deep down something in me knew it was true. It would be pretty much the same if the boot was on the other foot. Or hoof. You get my drift. I laughed again, and I wasn’t sure if it was humour or desperation I heard in that laugh. It sounded strange to me, but laughs always sound strange when you really listen to them. Everyone knows what a laugh means, but that shit can’t be found in any dictionary I ever heard of.

I found another dick to suck! It was my Uber driver! Unfortunately the video is short and looks like it was recorded on a potato. Should I post it anyway?

For those who don't know what I'm all about. I believe men are superior and it's a woman's job to service men.

Here are two of my friends. I know that they are both lesbian, and they have licked each other out on multiple occasions. Just thought that you guys would like to see them. Not nude, unfortunately, just lifted off of one of their facebook pages. Also, the one on the left has HUGE tits.

Here are two of my friends. I know that they are both lesbian, and they have licked each other out on multiple occasions. Just thought that you guys would like to see them. Not nude, unfortunately, just lifted off of one of their facebook pages. Also, the one on the left has HUGE tits.