Protip for anyone using windows 7 x64 bit.

Go to "my computer"

Right click your local disk.

Click properties

Uncheck content indexing (The seccond check box at the bottom) and hit apply.

This saved me a world of frustration and thinking my hard drive was dying lol.

I confess...my sister in law was laying out at my pool. I went outside to talk to her and her swimsuit was riding up her pussy crack. I started getting hard. She seem to like it and had her legs open. I went inside and got her panties out of her bag and jacked off looking through the window while smelling them. This isn't the first time...sometimes I get her panties at her house out of the clean laundry and rub some of my cum in the crotch. Her used panties always have a great pussy smell. Is anyone else obsessed with their sister in law?

I couple of years ago I was manager for a large restaurant chain. I was 30 years old and transferred to a new state. The location I ended up in had a very cute young hostess. She was about 5’5 or less and had a tight little body. The uniforms included khaki shorts and she wore very short and tight ones. I of course flirted with her all the time and eventually found out she’d just turned 18. After being there for a few months my car broke down so I was relying on friends and employees for rides to and from work. One night this girl gave me a ride home to my apartment and I invited her in for a beer. We hung out and had a lot of laughs before she went home. We immediately started hanging out every day or night and soon started fucking. She was the best sex of my life! She was open to new stuff and we fucked everywhere including in the restaurant after closing, on the balcony of my apartment at night, in front of windows at night, on the grass in front of my apartment at night and in her car during the day and night. I always made sure we were completely naked when we fucked where someone could see us and eventually someone did. I wanted the whole world to see me fucking this hottie. I’d like to think we were seen by some dude jerking off to us while seeing her hot naked body. I repeatedly talked about having a 3way with another guy but she was hesitant. I really wanted to see another cock pleasing her hot little body. A few months later she moved out of state to go to college and I was heartbroken. She’d been gone about 4 months, we hadn’t spoken, then she called me out of the blue. We talked for a few minutes then she blurted out that she’d slept with 2 guys at the same time. I was stunned at first then really turned on and I told her I didn’t believe her. She swore it was true so I pressed for details and she gave me some. My hand immediately went to my cock. I’ve jerked off to those details every day since that conversation. I’m still not sure why she called to tell me that but I’m super glad she did.

There's this video on here of an asian girl touching herself. The video is quite dark and you never get to see her face, but at one point she accidentally leans back and hits a switch on the wall for a fan or something, which you can hear turn on. I was literally just fapping to this video and then I accidentally closed the window and can't find it again. Can anyone help me?

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 confess that I get horny thinking about being groped in public, or unwillingly fingered at a concert. I like chatting on sites and giving out info about me in hopes of getting molested. I get horny thinking about how I masturbate with my window open in the off chance someone comes in, or getting bottle fucked at a party while drunk.

No A/C in our building -- built in the '30s. Windows open out by 45 degrees, where they are caught by latches, so at night I can see the chick downstairs reflected in her window pane. Blonde. Likes to fuck a nerf ball before her bike messenger boyfriend gets home.

I was finally able to flash my neighbor that is the same age. I have a pool at my house which is facing my room. In order to get to the pool, my neighbor must walk past my window. I invited her over as I usually do to go swimming. I pulled my window shade down so that she can look in and see my cock but cannot see my face to know I'm looking at her. I begin fluffing my cock so that it is larger when she sees it. I see her walk out of her house and toward my room. As she gets within view, i slowly begin putting on my swim suit. I see her stop suddenly at my window and watch until I pull up the swim suit. I know she saw it but her nor I said anything about it.

So once I was standing there, looking out of my flat's window. I had clothes on, this is not this kinda story. So I was standing there and some OLD couple(I am 30) was walking on the street towards my house. I was looking at them to look to another place after that.

He started mocking me to impress his girlfriend. I was fucking pissed but I didn't know what to do cause thing is this:

I am living there. If I go down and punch him, he'd know exactly where I live to tell the police. And his fucking girlfriend would be a witness. But I couldn't let foreign people mock me in my living room.

How would you retaliate? Answer only if you would retaliate, ignoring is not an option.

i confess that a few weeks ago i was coming back home on an early morning bus after a party, i was still drunk, and being a guy, that means i was horny, i sat at the back of the bus and started to rub my cock through my jeans, eventually i couldnt resist and i took my cock out and began to rub my shaft, there were a few people sitting in front of me and none of them noticed a thing, when i came, i managed to hit the window, i just left my cum there when i got off the bus
Self confessed sex addict

I had my first sexual experience with a guy today I was walking through a parking lot on the old side of town and saw a black guy jacking off in his car, and I couldn't stop watching him stroke his huge cock I didn't think he saw me and I watched him until he exploded there was so much cum and I snuck away and once I got to my car he came up to my car and I rolled the window down and he asked if I saw him i tried to deny it but he pulled out his cock and I couldn't stop staring at it, I unlocked the doors he got in and I grabbed his cock and started jerking him off until he grabbed my head and shoved it down to his cock and I was so scared at first but I relaxed and started to enjoy it until he exploded in my mouth and I cleaned him up he reached into my pants and stuck a finger in my ass and I was so fucking hard I wanted so much more that was all that happened but I got his number and I will definitely be gong back for more of that monster cock