I'm a female sub who's looking for her forever daddy/master. I'm into traditional gender roles so I want to serve him both domestically and sexually. I love a manly man. Lately, I find myself wanting a bisexual man who will make it mandatory that: I suck his ass juices dry almost daily, stimulate his prostate and fist him (if I'm lucky), and wrap & lock my mouth around his juicy prolapse (if I'm luckier).

Should he ever want to fuck/top a guy, he'd have me felch his fresh cum from the faggot's ass. Should he be a switch, he'd push out in a recipient all the cum loads he got that day/night, only to fill up my ass and shoot his load to mark his territory.

I'm totally obsessed with male ass holes. :)

I confess that about twelve years ago I fucked my aunt Claire (my dad’s little sister).

I was 21 the first time I fucked her and she would have been about 35 or 36. I was in the army at the time and just about the only sensible thing I did with my money (before or after this) was to buy a house not far from my mum and dad’s place, giving me a decent shag-pad so I didn’t have to try and sneak girls into my parents’ house while I was home on leave. Claire was always my flirty aunt when I was growing up, always making jokes about how she’d sort me out if I didn’t get myself a girlfriend soon and stuff like that. To be honest, I’d wanked over her a lot while I was a teenager! She was about 5’4’’ (a lot shorter than me) with mid-length dyed dark blonde hair and probably about a size 14 – 16 so she was ‘chubby’ but she was a good looking woman and had a big pair of tits that had been the main focus of my teenage lust.

This particular weekend I’d gone home for a family barbecue on the Saturday evening. Claire was there with her boyfriend, Tim, and she’d been hitting the wine pretty hard. Eventually he’d lost his temper with her and they ended up having a domestic in the living room while the rest of the family sat round in the back garden making awkward small talk to try and stop all the kids from hearing the arguing. Eventually Claire told Tim to fuck off home if he didn’t like it and stop ruining her night. He stormed out and she came out in the back garden, sat down next to me and carried on drinking.

A little later she asked if I still had that house I’d been talking about buying last time I’d seen her and could she crash there that night so she didn’t have to go home to ‘that fucking knobhead’. I told her she was more than welcome to the sofa for the night (I wasn’t even thinking about fucking her at the time, just that she needed a place to kip) and a little while later we got a taxi back to mine.

When we got in she made herself comfortable on the sofa and I went into the kitchen to get a couple of drinks. As I walked back in to the living room I froze in the doorway – Claire had turned the TV on and it was still on the Sky porn/chatline channel I’d been watching the night before. Claire giggled and asked why on earth I was watching stuff like that when I had that hot girl I’d been with at the last family party (a girl called Kate. She was miles out of my league in looks and fantastic in bed but we’d both agreed that neither of us would stay faithful while I was away so we’d ‘split up’ but agreed to meet up for the fantastic sex whenever I was back home. I hadn’t been able to see her that weekend because she was doing stuff with some boyfriend she was with at the time).

Claire eventually stopped taking the piss out of me for watching porn and found a film to watch and we sat round chatting and drinking for a while until eventually Claire asked where the toilet was. She was gone for about ten minutes and I was just starting to think she must have stumbled into the bed and gone to sleep when she reappeared. She said she’d been having a look round upstairs (it was the first time she’d been in my place) and asked why I had a camcorder sat on my bedside table? I laughed and told her that Kate liked being filmed and I must have left it there last time I’d been home and seen her. Claire laughed and said she didn’t know that her baby nephew was so kinky, then asked to see the video. I thought she was joking and just laughed but she asked again. I told her I wasn’t sticking my porn on for my aunt but she insisted and eventually I gave up and put one of the videos on.

The video started with Kate dancing and stripping for me while I was holding the camera. When she was naked she started grinding on me and telling me all things she wanted to do to me, then she grabbed the camera and asked me to do down on her – something I loved almost as much as her. Claire was giggling and congratulating me on making her cum so noisily when on-screen Kate told me to stand up and strip for her. Luckily at the time I was at a shit posting with nothing to do on camp other than go to the gym so (for pretty much the only time in my life!) I had a really good body which Claire noticed straight away.

On-screen I got the camera back and Kate knelt in front of me, pulled my boxer shorts down and started to kiss my cock (a decent seven and a half inches with enough girth to keep most girls happy). At this Claire turned round to me and said ‘you really have grown up a lot, haven’t you?’ I smiled and told her not to be silly, she’d seen it plenty of times before (although, admittedly, I had been in nappies the last time she had!) and she replied “it didn’t look like that last time”. We watched for a bit longer as Kate gave me a fantastic blow job on screen when Claire turned to me and said “I can’t believe I’m getting so horny watching my nephew getting blown”. I thought I’d misheard and asked what she’d said and she said “I’m getting wet watching that lucky girl sucking your big cock”.

I’ll be honest and say I was a bit shocked and I asked her if she was serious. She put her glass on the table in front of her, leant in to me and whispered in my ear “I’m very serious, if you want me then you can have me” and with that she pulled my face to hers and started to kiss me. I couldn’t believe my luck and started to kiss her back while my hands instantly went down to play with those tits I’d wanted to have in my hands pretty much for as long as I could remember knowing what tits were for.

Claire’s hands were already pulling my jeans open and pulling my cock out as I reached behind her, unzipped her dress as far down as I could get it and pulled it down at the front exposing a black lacy bra barely holding two huge tits in. As she started giving me one of the best hand jobs I’ve ever had I pulled her bra off and starting licking and biting her nipples while I pushed my right hand under her dress, pulled her knickers to one side and started to play with her pussy. She wasn’t lying about being horny – her pussy was already soaking wet and after just a few minutes of rubbing her clit and fingering her I had her lying back on the sofa cumming hard. As her orgasm faded I pulled her dress all the way off, along with her panties, and sat over her slowly wanking myself while taking in every inch of the body I’d been lusting after for so long.

As I said, she was overweight but not fat, with big thighs and arse (something that still turns me on in a girl now). Her tits were nearly perfect – big but not too big and pert enough that they didn’t flop around everywhere. Her pussy was neatly shaved into a ‘landing strip’ and as I looked down at it she opened her thighs and asked me to eat her out like I had with Kate on the video. I didn’t need any second invitation and I knelt on the floor in front of her and started licking her pussy while my right hand rubbed her clit. After a while I changed to licking her clit while finger fucking her with first three then four fingers, roughly forcing them in and out of her tight (no kids!) pussy while she moaned my name and ground her crotch onto my face while pulling my head even closer into her cunt with both hands.

After I’d made her cum two or three times she told me she wanted me cock so I stood up and in one movement pushed it deep into her. I’d been planning to ‘show-off’ a bit and take it slow for a while but as soon as I felt that tight cunt around my cock I started to hammer into her as hard as I could. She was loving being fucked like that and was moaning and gasping my name, telling me it was the best she’d ever had as I forced my cock as deep as I could into her. I didn’t last long until I could feel that familiar tightness in my balls and I told her I was going to cum. I told her to get on her knees in front of me and as she did she pulled my cock into her mouth. Her tongue never stopped moving once, licking every bit of my dick from my balls to my Jap’s Eye as she roughly wanked me with one hand and gently squeezed my bollocks with her other. As I was getting closer she stopped licking and sucking my dick and started talking dirty to me as she wanked me, telling me she knew I’d fancied her for years and that she’d seen me loads of times trying to get a look down her top when I was a kid. She told me that it had turned her on knowing I was looking at her tits and she’d thought about letting me do more than look a couple of times when I was younger but never had the chance. Then she told me to call her Aunty Claire and that she wanted me to show her how much I liked her tits by covering them in cum. All of that put me over the edge and I just about managed to gasp out something like ‘oh fuck, Aunty Claire’ before my cock exploded with probably the biggest cum shot I’ve ever managed all over those amazing breasts.

As the cum finally stopped pulsing out of my cock she grinned and slowly pulled my foreskin back and licked all of the last drops of my cum up from around my helmet before looking me in the eyes and licking all of the cum off her tits.

We spent the next few hours in bed licking, sucking and fucking in every position we could think of with Claire letting me cum all over her tits, on her face and in her mouth about four or five times before we finally fell asleep at about 0400. I woke up again at about 0900 to find that I was alone in the bed. I was starting to think I’d dreamed it all when I heard a voice from downstairs. I wandered down to find Claire sitting on the sofa in the living room wearing just the T-shirt I’d had on the night before, on the phone to Tim patching their argument up. As I walked in she was telling him she loved him and that she’d be home soon to sort things out. She looked up as I walked in, saw me standing there naked with a semi-on and immediately told Tim that “our ********* just walked in with breakfast, I’ll have to go. I’ll be home soon”. With that she hung up, stood up and walked over to me. She grabbed me by the cock, pulled me over to the sofa when it had all began the night before and lay back in-front of me, looking up at me to say “I’ve only got time for one more go before I have to leave, fuck me” as she spread her legs and pulled my cock inside her. We fucked until I could feel myself getting close again and I told her I was about to cum. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me even deeper inside her and told me that it was ok, she was on the pill and she wanted to feel her nephew shooting deep inside her. She was starting to cum herself and as I felt her pussy starting to tighten on me I couldn’t hold back anymore and we both came together, me filling my aunt’s pussy with my cum.

We lay next to each other kissing for a few minutes until we’d got our breath back. Then she sat up and looked around for her knickers which I’d thrown on the floor the night before. She pulled them on and went upstairs carrying her clothes from the previous night which had also been left on the floor, asking me to call her a taxi while she was gone. A little while later she was back down, having had a quick wash, brushed her teeth and dressed. She told me she had to go and as I stood up she came over and kissed me again. Then she whispered in my ear “I can feel your spunk dripping into my knickers and it feels so dirty and so good. Are we going to do this again?” I told her that of course we would, if she wanted and she pointed out that she’d made it pretty obvious that morning that she definitely would want it again. She gave me her mobile number and told me to let her know the next time I was up and that I mustn’t tell anyone what had happened (as though I’d was that stupid!). As she was saying that, we heard a car horn outside. It was her taxi so she gave me one last kiss, told me to make sure I called or texted and left to go back to her boyfriend.

I want to confess that years ago I worked for a time as a prostitute during university. Now its about to come back and haunt me. One of my clients has moved into the town where I live.
For so long I've dreaded this happening, bumping into one of the clients. Every time since i stopped,when I would go somewhere where there were people, i would scan the room with my eyes to ensure i knew none of the men there. I could work for an intelligence agency i became that good at doing it so quickly. Only then could i relax. This would range from clubs, bars, restaurants, external work meetings, gyms or any place people would gather in a crowd.
Time has passed. Moved back near where i grew up. Done the whole domestic suburban thing. Marriage, mortgage, family. All that is short is a dog to complete the picture. Have a bit of a career (not a great career) with a good company that pays me very very well. In the last couple of years i relaxed. I'm in my 30's now. That whole prostitute thing is far behind me. I dont look like i did back then.I'm older, hair is a different colour and style.Old friends would know me but not a guy from a half hour of sex. I believed at some point that i wouldn't be recognised to a casual observer.
Then a couple of weeks ago, I was walking over to get my hair done for a party and passed a random man. Its the type of place thats small enough where people sometimes casually say hi or hello and carry on. As i passed him i smiled, he smiled and i just was about to say hello thinking he was someone i vaguely recognised from somewhere in town. I could see his face as we passed and he was thinking something similar that he knew me from somewhere. This all happened an instant. It felt like someone hit me.My heart nearly came out through my chest as I knew his face. I knew it from the past. The feeling of absolute dread came over me. I carried on walking. Got to where I was going and sat down. Got my breath back. While getting my hair done, realised that he may not be someone from my past. Even if he was, its most likely he was passing through or visiting someone in the town. I would have seen him around before otherwise. So i managed to relax. I used have a plan on what i would do if i did meet a former client. Nothing of that plan came back to me.
It's all going fine after that fright. Then on a recent morning school run, there he was dropping off his son. He said hello. I don't even know if i gave any reply. He asked if i remembered him and he named the university and city i had been in. I was grasping at the thought he we must have been in uni together. He was talking casually but, the way he was looking at me, the way he stood, I knew what was going through his mind. He was remembering exactly how he knew me. He's moved to the town I live in. I have no memory after that. Do not recall how i got to work, just that in work people were giving me a coffee and asking if i was ok. Some asked if I needed to go home.
2 days ago I met him again. When i say met, i could see him from down the street on the opposite side and he crossed over. He deliberately made a point to come up to me. You should have seen the sneer on his face when he said hello. I think it was meant to be a smile. I couldnt walk past him without making a scene of some sort so was stuck there with him. Part of the final conversation with him is that he remembers me and it was really good times. While he didn't say what he remembers, by the intonation of his voice and the look on his face, we both knew what he was talking about. His final words as i managed to walk away were about catching up on old times and his hoping he will see me soon again. He laughed when he said that.

So why am i putting all that on here. I need to do something. I cant sleep properly. I'm tired. I can't think. I want the whole thing to go away. It's not like i can tell anyone about all of this. I read somewhere one time, when you have a problem, write it all out. It clears the mind. Read it back and the whole problem becomes easier to manage.
So there, maybe it will help

I am white, 5’10” 260 pounds, red hair, hazel eyes.
I’m looking for a black man to take me and use me as his personal slave. Domestic and sexual. I am a total bottom and have ED, so my cock is useless. Even the meds don’t work.
I am looking for a permanent owner, and to just disappear from my current life.
The only thing I ask is that you would have to pick me up near Cincinnati Ohio.

I confess I really wanna know how it feels to slap a woman's face/ass/tits...
I fantasised a lot in the past tfew years but thought on one hand it counts as domestic violence (I don't quite know if that's the right term, I'm no native speaker) and you could get into a lot of trouble and on the other hand there is the "problem" that I wouldn't know that any of my current friends would understand let alone allow me to try it out on them...

So basically I wondered if someone here could at least describe how it feels, be it on the giving or receiving part...

Thanks for reading and possibly commenting,
EC

What is hell, your people, the Greeks did not, they are forced to enter the EU, and lied to government debt and bank to help hide the Greeks is a normal ordinary people, and the whole world debt and the same location, Japan has a debt level accounted for more than 200 percent of the gross domestic product, more than 100 percent of total debt over 30 trillion U.S. dollars of the European Union and the United States. Greece is just the scapegoat for all this, the banks are stealing a penny on the dollar culture and resources, they help to conceal debt. Germany and France did not have the money to Greece to rescue Greece, which is the bank bailout and the money they borrow from the bank. The debt crisis of the world as a whole, because the banks to create what is what caused the revolution in Europe, because no one has any money, not even the government's money, they created from thin air, money borrowed from the bank. This is the greatest scam in history. What is it, this is how it is, there is no need for racism about it, the whole world in the same location, and fun money to combat just wait until 700 trillion, do you think it will only Greece then, if you do, you must be a fool.

Red Flags and Dating Tips for Kinky People

“Red flag” is a term to describe a personal trait or behavior that is common in people who are harmful to their partners. When getting to know someone online it is very important that you look for these red flags. When you see these red flags slow down or stop the relationship. Understand that none of these red flags alone are definitely a sign of a bad person. They only tend to be an indicator of a problem situation. The more you see these red flags, the more you are at risk. Many of these red flags can apply to both unhealthy Dominants and submissives.

These recommendations are to help you avoid getting into an abusive relationship. If you think you or someone you know is in an abusive relationship please visit NLA’s Domestic Violence Project web page at: http://www.nlaidvproject.us/

Red Flags:
• Tries to separate you from your friends, family or BDSM community
• Avoids talking about personal details. Gets mad when you ask or quickly ends the conversation or answers questions with questions.
• Has no BDSM references or friends you can talk to. Gets angry when you ask for references or ask around about them.
• Is inconsistent with details about themselves. Does not give you their home and work phone number at the appropriate time.
• Only communicates with you at strange hours and gets mad if you try to contact them at other times.
• Criticizes the BDSM community and refuses to participate, especially if they never were part of it.
• Consistently breaks promises. Always finds excuses for not meeting.
• Always puts blame on others for things going wrong. Does not take personal responsibility.
• Has bad relationships with most or all of their family members.
• Pressures you into doing things you do not want to do. Does not respect your limits, negotiations or contracts.
• Pushes you into a D/s relationship too fast.
• Falls in love with you way too fast and swears undying love before even meeting you.
• Hides behind their D/s authority and says that their authority should not be questioned.
• Tries to make you feel guilty for not being good enough. Says that you are not a “True” sub.
• Loses control of their emotions in arguments and regresses to yelling, name-calling and blame.
• Puts you down in front of other people.
• Turns instantly on their friends, going from best friend to arch enemy at the drop of a hat.
• Treats you lovingly and respectfully one day and then harshly and accusingly the next.
• Goes to great lengths to get revenge on people.
• Lies or withholds information.
• Cheats on you or is overly jealous.
• Will not discuss what your possible future relationship could be like. Tries to keep you in the dark about what might happen next in the relationship.
• Does not respect your feelings, rights, or opinions. Belittles your ideas. Blames you for your hurt feelings.
• Abuses alcohol or other drugs.
• Is constantly asking for large amounts of money from you or others.
• Threatens suicide or other forms of self-harm.
• Deliberately saying or doing things that result in getting themselves seriously hurt.
• Monitors your communications (emails, phone calls, chats) with others.
• Only interacts with you in a kinky or sexual manner as if role-playing. Will not have normal everyday vanilla conversations.
• Never shows you their human side. Is emotionless. Hides their vulnerability behind their D/s role.
• Has multiple online identities for interacting with the same communities.
• Disappears from communication for days or weeks at a time without explanation.
• Is rude to public servants such as waitresses, cashiers and janitors.
• Never says thank you, excuse me or I am sorry to anyone.

Safe Dating and Correspondence Tips

Before meeting:
• Do not give out personal information to strangers right away. This includes your name, phone number, address, place of work or email addresses you use for other purposes. Set up an email address that you use only for BDSM. There will be a time when you will share your information so they can be safe too. However they do not need the information until preparing for the first meeting.
• Do not send money to your online interest. There are online users that earn a living by faking love and pretending to run into hard times.
• When you do make telephone calls, make sure your phone blocks caller ID or call from a public phone. Do not call collect. Your number will appear on their bill.
• Exchange multiple recent nonsexual photographs to avoid embarrassment and hurt feelings.
• Get a background check before meeting. There are several services that will do this through the Internet.
• Make it clear you are not going to engage in any BDSM activity on the first date.

During the meeting:
• Meet in public places, preferably with a friend. Do not let your date pressure you into going somewhere else even if the date is going fine.
• Try to make your first date a daytime event.
• Drive yourself to and from the meeting place. Relying on them for transportation can put you in an unsafe position.
• Establish a safety net complete with safe calls and details on your date. Tell your safety net your date’s information, where you will be going and what to do in case you do not make your safe calls. Make sure your date knows you have a safety net set up. It is a great deterrent.
• Bring along a cell phone on your date and do not become separated from it.
• Do not drink alcohol on your date or leave your drink unattended.
• Never engage in bondage during your initial BDSM session if you are there alone.
• Do not leave your wallet or purse unattended. Your date may dig through them to find out information you do not want them to know.
• If you are traveling to the meeting, do not let them meet you at the airport or bus station. Use cabs or rental cars for going to and from the public meeting place. Do not stay with them or let them make arrangements for you. Do not let them know where you are staying.

Be aware that safe words, safe calls, contracts, negotiations or gut instincts will NOT fully protect you from a real criminal. Take your time and be sure what you are getting into. Criminals have less patience for difficult targets.

Here is my true confession:
Four years ago, I downloaded the Whisper app and started posting fake Whispers just for fun. In one Whisper, I said that I make $250k annually, and most of my job was just showing up to meetings and nodding my head.
That Whisper was featured, so thousands of people saw it.
Within a few hours, I had dozens of messages from people, some of whom wanted to know what I did for a living, but some were from women who were looking for jobs.
I replied to the women and made it clear from the beginning that I was interested in an attractive secretary.
(It was all a lie, of course. I'm actually a stay-at-home dad. My wife makes about $180k annually, so I quit my job ten years ago to handle the domestic side of the relationship. It's a wonderful set-up. I recommend it.)
Anyway, three women responded back to me, saying that they understood what I was looking for, and were still interested in working for me. All three were college students: two white and one Hispanic. I had them send me their resumes and an "introduction video." I told them to wear what they thought I'd want them to wear as my secretary.
They got the hint. There was a lot of cleavage in those videos.
I managed to convince two of them to send me complete strip-tease videos. The third one wanted "proof" that the job actually existed before she'd send me anything more than a cleavage shot.
A few days later, once I had my fun and had all I wanted, I ghosted on all of them.
I still have everything they sent me, including their resumes. I like to Google them from time to time, just to see if they still look the same. They have no idea who I really am. I never told them a single true thing about me.
The weird thing is, it's not so much the seeing them strip that excites me anymore, but it's the power I feel I have over them. I know everything about them, and they know nothing about me. The complete power imbalance makes me hard.

I need help finding a video that got deleted off this site not too long ago. It was called lesbian domestic violence or abuse or something. It was a 15 min vid of this foreign blonde chick choking a brunette. She kept struggling and gagging but the blonde bitch never let her go. Anyone who knows where to find the video please tell me. Thanks in advance

looking for REAL domestic violence or spousal rape. i have seen some good kick around vids here but none that conclude with sex. please help. thx

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.

Former 'That ‘70s Show' star Lisa Robin Kelly dead at 43

Former That ‘70s Show star Lisa Robin Kelly has died, according to her agent.

As reported by TMZ, Kelly, 43, passed away in her sleep on Wednesday night at a rehab facility in California.

“Lisa had voluntarily checked herself into a treatment facility early this week where she was battling the addiction problems that have plagued her these past few years,” said her agent Craig Wyckoff.

Born in Southington, Conn., the blonde actress had lead a troubled existence once That ‘70s Show went off the air in 2006.

In August 2010, Kelly was arrested in North Carolina for driving under the influence, for which she plead guilty and was sentenced to 12 months of unsupervised probation.

In March 2012, Kelly was arrested in Los Angeles on a felony charge of corporal injury upon a spouse following claims that she beat up an ex-boyfriend. The L.A. district attorney later declined to prosecute.

In November, 2012, Kelly and her 61-year-old husband Robert Gilliam were both arrested and charged with assault following a disturbance at their home in Mooresville, North Carolina. Both were released on bond.

And two months ago, Kelly was arrested again when California Highway Patrol responded to a call regarding a parked car blocking a freeway lane. Kelly failed the field sobriety test and was charged with DUI.

On That ‘70s Show, Kelly played Laurie, the promiscuous older sister of main character Eric Forman (Topher Grace). She left the show after five seasons with the explanation that her character was attending beauty school. The Laurie character was replaced by actress Christina Moore for the show’s sixth season.

In an interview with ABC News, Kelly said she left the series to deal with her personal issues. “With That ‘70s Show, I was guilty of a drinking problem, and I ran,” she said.

Sources told TMZ that Kelly had been in and out of rehab centers in recent years in an attempt to kick her alcohol problem.

Kelly recently fell off the wagon following a dispute with her estranged husband, Gilliam, who was arrested for assaulting her in May, 2013. Gilliam was convicted of domestic battery last month and sentenced to three years probation.

According to her agent, Kelly was attempting to restart her career when she passed away.

“I spoke to her on Monday and she was hopeful and confident and looking forward to putting this part of her life behind her,” said Wyckoff. “[On Wednesday] night she lost the battle.”

The official cause of Kelly’s death has not been announced.

I confess that I am a twenty year old woman who is owned by an older man. My Master uses me as he sees fit, whether that is as a foot stool, a domestic servant, a piss target, or a fuck toy. I am not his only slut, he owns six of us. Our ages range from sixteen to twenty four. Without him we are absolutely worthless. We have a standing command to find another slut to bring him so he can train her. I want to bring him my fifteen year old cousin.

If I'm lucky in the future, he will allow me to bear him a child. If I have a girl, I will raise her as his little slave as well.

A police officer responded to a domestic disturbance call. When he arrived at the house he surveyed the situation then called into his dispatcher.
"Looks like we're gonna need an ambulance here," he said.
"Who's the victim?" the dispatcher asked.
"Husband. He apparently came home drunk and walked across the wife's freshly mopped kitchen floor. So she pulled out a gun and shot him."
"That's terrible," the dispatcher replied. "You bringing her in?"
"Well I haven't arrested her yet."
"Well why not?"
"You fucking crazy? The floor isn't dry!"

can anyone provide a link to a video...

Real life, male slapping around, punching or kicking a female then fucking her?

I have seen a few on here that are great but no fucking or simulated rape... I am looking for real life domestic violence with fucking or cumshot.

Thanks...

This is my confession:

I stole the idea for an invention from a former friend who fucked my wife years ago. What he invented is something most Europeans, North Americans and Australians (among others) own and use on a near-daily basis. Before my former friend could get his shit together enough to develop his idea, he met an “untimely” death. Fortunately, he did a poor job documenting his primary role in creating the product. Too bad. Now I own all associated patents and continue to accumulate wealth faster than I ever imagined possible, and faster than I could ever spend it in numerous lifetimes.

My former friend's estate, through his widow, filed suit against my companies and me personally. I fucked her for a month, made some unverifiable and undocumented promises to her, then paid her a pittance and she instructed her attorneys to dismiss the suit. I never fucked her again, and blocked her number and e-mail address. Fucking whore.

My primary home has over 14,000 sq. ft. of living space, two swimming pools, a 16 seat theater with state-of-the-art sound and a full-sized basketball court. I employ a household staff of four, two of whom live on the premises.

I have whores, pick-ups, employees, and assorted strays over to fuck almost every night that I'm in town and in the mood.

I travel the world, having visited 67 countries in the last five years, most for pleasure and to kill time.

I bought a Piper Meridian before I even had my pilot's license. Now I fly it when I travel domestically and am not in a huge hurry.

I have owned nearly every luxury sedan made and several exotic sports cars. My current favorite is a new S550 I bought a month ago. Driving it damn near makes me cum.

Last year I purchased a 3000 sq. ft. apartment on the Upper East side, overlooking Central Park. In 2012 I acquired a luxurious beachfront estate in Aruba, and two years prior I bought a 4800 sq. ft. “cabin” looking over Lake Geneva, in Switzerland.

With all of this “good fortune,” most people envy me. But they are foolish. I am miserable. I despise myself and nearly everything about my life. I am empty, angry, unloved and unloveable. I pay for clean, tight cunts, and then I pay more so they'll pretend to get wet. Fucking whores. Phony fucking bitches. Leeches, vipers and parasites. Relatives I've never met expect me to shower them with riches. My own mother abandoned me when I was 11, and now proclaims her love. Fuck her. Fucking cunt. Fucking whore. I would pay for a fucking hit on that cunt before I would pay her a fucking dime.

I am self-destructing and I can feel it happening. I finish a $200 bottle of scotch 3-4 times a week. I hate everyone and everything, and trust nothing and no one. I am a solitary island of guilt, despair, hopelessness and self-loathing. I have been sentenced to Hell before I'm even dead. Fuck God, fucking pussy.

And fuck you all for reading this and laughing, or whatever you stupid cocksuckers do when you come across someone else's unbearable pain and misery.

Fuck you.

The great thing about white slavery is that my cotton fields are ripe for the picking and I could do with some virginal young girls as domestics.

i know this will sound horrible to women. but as someone whos owned n paid for different pets over the years, to me. letting my cute young girlfriend move in was very much like getting a new expensive pet. her grooming n upkeep cost 10x a man's. i had to domesticate n train her to put dishes in the sink. her diet is so complex. i can no longer sit around after work cause she's restless n needs me to go on walks with her. if she wasnt fuckin me regularly n chatting my ear off id think she was a labradoodle

I confess I'm having a hard time laughing at Arnold Schwarzenegger, because I simultaneously knocked up my wife and mistress at almost the exact same time he did. Only difference is that the mistress wasn't a domestic servant, and I made her get an abortion, so nobody knows shit except me and her and you all.

proof that monkeys will never be domesticated. we need to round em all up and ship them the hell out of here. crime will go down, jobs will open up and the national debt will go away cause they wont be collecting their welfare while sitting on them damn porches doing nothing.

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I am female and when I was younger, I had an obssession about wanting to be a sex slave and to experience everything that being a sex slave would entail. It was a totally impracticable desire, of course, as I was married( still am) and with a family. This was in the days before the internet, so there was the difficulty of trying to even communicate with anyone to even talk about it. I finally solved the problem by becoming a sex slave to a dog as the best that I could hope for. In fact, it was great, and satisfied my yearning to have my pussy used in the way that I needed, to submit to having it fucked whenever he wanted it, or as much as I could given the constraints of domestic and family life. I did not work so I had the house to myself when husband and kids were off to work and school. He soon became aware of when my pussy was available to him. I had to cover his feet and claws as I loved to be naked for him and scratches would be difficult to explain. He knew that when I was nude then it was going to be fun for him and I would let him lick my pussy and bottom until he was ready and he would grasp me around the waist and drag me to the floor where I would kneel meekly and take his cock

I know how to cure racial tension in the US.Due to the fact that ELECTED OFFICIALS have made this country MINORTY RULE, we will not be able to remove blacks from society. So to apease the minorty of totatally oppressed black males, all White males and all black women should be terminated. Any female with any percentage of color is included. I mean really who wants to fuck a black female? Most if not all Niggers don't. That way the Black males can crawl out from under their oppression and stand with their heads held high and White chicks in their beds. We white devils have held the black man down too long and the guilt is terrible.

I feel so bad that I just set my field hands free. The domestic servents are next to go.

Im seriously considering adopting a young girl for the specific purpose of training her up as a little slut. Should I go foreign or stay domestic?

Saw this on another website and thought it would be of interest here.

Twitter and Facebook aside, groups of young blacks who violently harass whites and Asians (�flash mobs�) are hardly new. In the 1960s this was called �wilding,� and for over a decade New York City subways (and probably much public transportation elsewhere) became almost unusable thanks to black teenagers who moved from car to car terrorizing hapless white riders.

Nevertheless, today�s flash mobs (for a listing of attacks, see http://violentflashmobs.com/) are disturbing beyond the immediate violence. In the context of contemporary race relations, this growing epidemic of anti-white mayhem was not supposed to happen. Blacks attacking whites because they are white represents an abrogation of a decades-long treaty between whites and blacks. Not a treaty in the formal sense, but an �understanding� that might as well be a legal contract. Let me explain.

The 1960s saw widespread black violence, much of it explicitly anti-white. This ranged from week-long urban riots to individual blacks killing or raping whites opportunistically. Many victims were chosen only because of race. The government�s response was both enhanced policing and, of the utmost relevance, today�s racial spoils system: affirmative action, set asides, massive anti-poverty spending, Justice Department decrees to help blacks get elected, dumbed down civil service standards, easy home mortgages and sundry other �help blacks� programs. You can also add race-driven political correctness: banning �offensive� words (e.g., colored), exaggerating the role of blacks in American history, glowing media portrayals, downplaying black-on-white violent crime, and everything else designed to massage black egos. And for good measure, add hate crime laws, speech codes, and draconian punishment for those who spoke the truth on race. This is the price white America now pays for public safety.

The Treaty�s aim was to stop the underclass from running wild by creating a black middle class who would, it was assumed, keep a lid on things out of economic self-interest. A newly appointed affirmative-action $125,000-a-year black school principal might not boost test scores but he would not encourage pupils to seek economic justice �by any means necessary.� Better to have potential rabble-rousers toiling as corporate vice-p********s for diversity than stirring up the brothers.

Endless failed policies have not undermined the Treaty. In education, for example, Head Start and school meals funding is still growing despite disappointing outcomes. Armies of support staff now fill largely black schools even though academic performance remains unchanged. Clearly, this lavishness can be understood only as a pay-off to sustain racial peace.

The Treaty is sacrosanct across the ideological spectrum, and even admitting its existence is verboten. Nobody dare ask, for example, if all the affirmative action hires or government set-a-sides that guarantee domestic tranquility actually yield economic benefits. No struggling black university student worries that flunking out will endanger affirmative action; a dreadful drop-out rate will only bring more government largess.

Since the 1960s, with scant exceptions, this pay-off has been amazingly successful. Once common �race war� rhetoric (burn baby burn, the fire next time etc.) has virtually vanished. Urban riots have gone from once a week to once a decade. Black militancy has largely reverted to its pre-1960s form of litigation and legislative demands. White mayors no longer walk the streets to keep the peace during the �long hot summer� or plead for Washington money so they can hire community-activist firebrands. Yes, black crime persists, black-run cities like Newark and Detroit sink into Third-World depravity, and whites are sometimes the victims of black crime, but 1960s style anti-white mayhem (and revolutionary oratory) has, at least until very recently, almost vanished.

The key question is whether these flash mobs are the first inklings of a soon-to-be broken Treaty (recall how the �Arab Spring� began with a single, seemingly innocuous incident). It is not inconceivable that America could return to 1960s-style racial upheaval. It is this possibility, not the criminality per se, that makes proliferating flash mobs especially frightening. Aggressive policing in response could prompt a vintage urban riot, and rioting is often contagious. Fiscal cutbacks might end millions of government �make work� jobs for blacks, and many of the slots blacks used to fill are now taken by Hispanic immigrants. Our former $125,000-a-year principal will no longer have an incentive to keep the peace.

Keep in mind that no black under the age of 40 remembers the pre-Treaty days, a world without the lucrative spoils system and ego-enhancing PC. For them, all the keep-the-peace benefits bestowed by a white-dominated government are normal, a justly deserved arrangement with no expiration date.

Can anything be done if matters begin reverting to pre-Treaty days? Probably not much beyond more aggressive policing, a risky tactic that might exacerbate violence. The Treaty cannot be amended to provide even more benefits for blacks. Pressuring American firms to hire more unqualified African Americans or upping the penalties for alleged racial discrimination will just push businesses to North Dakota or Asia. It is hard to imagine America becoming even more PC on race. Admitting more unqualified blacks to colleges would just boost the drop-out rate. And forget about more generous welfare at a time when cities and states already have budget shortfalls. If anything, the tide seems to be turning to renegotiate the Treaty to cut benefits for blacks. State bans on racial preferences�never legislated by elected representatives but forced on them by voters�are a good example of how ordinary people are thinking.

In short, the Treaty may be expiring but the spoils system�even if the benefits are a little leaner�is probably forever.

Mr. Kay is a retired academic finally free to speak his mind.

(Posted on August 5, 2011)

Hey everyone,

First time poster so I will keep this brief.

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My goal is to live in Australia permanently -- this includes obtaining citizenship and having children.

I have a University degree (1998-2003, due to a change from an Engineering / Physics degree path to other degree type). I am self employed and living in greater Puget Sound (Seattle), but a Canadian Xpat. Yet, it is illegal for me to work in the USA even though I have cost US ratepayers ~25,000,000 USD.

America is overpopulated (by ~200 Million people), and has ceased being a superpower. My particular case proves this point clearly -- but return to Canada is almost impossible as I have no relatives there.

The US is a train wreck about to happen, overpopulation and a failed and collapsing finance system issues not withstanding. Rats leaving sinking ships understand what I mean...

I have always faced discrimination here based on my national origin in the USA (in law and government regulation, as well as by the general populous).

There is no future in the USA for me at all.

If you don't meet the proper racial stereotype requirements in the USA -- Americans will devote their entire life to destroying you.

Currently, the "Cumulative Debt Per Person" in the USA is 700,000 USD -- by law 99% of Americans could declare bankruptcy tomorrow. I am debt free, but only by luck.

Economists are saying that the US will hyperinflate its money supply to get out of this debt crisis. This will destroy the assets of foreign and domestic investors. The USD will be totally worthless.

I don't want to end up trapped in the USA for the term of my natural life.

Immigration:
Universally, due to the "Points System" there is a $100,000 barrier for skilled migrants getting into Australia, Canada and NZ. I can't take advantage of the Trans-Tazman Free Trade Agreement (FTA), as I have no Kiwi passport.

Energy...what are the facts?

U.S. oil companies pay the government $86 MILLION per DAY in fees, taxes, & royalties

add $31 BILLION in total contributions to the U.S. economy

they are 8% of the total U.S. Gross Domestic Product

they employ 9 MILLION in the U.S.A.

Oil companies do this without any government subsidy or handouts whatsoever, even though Obama is emplementing his failed "Cap & Tax" anti-fossil fuel legislation through the EPA rather then getting approval through Congress, which he is Constitutionally bound to do. This will cost taxpayers billions in higher energy costs (source: Lou Dobbs Tonight, 3-30-12).

Every "green energy" company that has gotten free government subsidies has gone broke.

Solyndra bankrupt $535 MILLION

Ener1 bankrupt $118.5 MILLION

Olsen's Mills bankrupt $60 MILLION

Mountain Plaza bankrupt $2 MILLION

Evergreen Solar bankrupt $486 MILLION

SpectraWatt bankrupt $38.6 MILLION

This partial list (source: money.cnn.com) when added to all the other "green energy" bankruptcies and an additional $10 BILLION that was added from the Obama "stimulus" of three years ago (source: foxnews.com) adds up to over ONE TRILLION DOLLARS of failure with taxpayer money that has been totally wasted with NO jobs, NO tax revenue for the U.S. government, no addition to the G.D.P., and NO green energy produced!

Solar, wind, algae are simply not cost effective nor ready for market, even after all the "free" money they've taken. Currently they are a fantasy on the same level as "global warming" in the minds of brainwashed liberals, Socialists, and earth worshipers. Barak Obama said before the election that gas must reach $6, 7, 8/gal before "green energy" is cost effective...and he's done his damnedest in 3 years to make you pay more for your energy.

Can we reverse this legacy of Socialism & failure in Novemeber?...."Yes we can!"

I sat at the bar on New Years eve, pondering life. There has been so many ups and downs, especially the downer of how my wife decided to leave me for a married couple. The funny thing was, we never had any issues – it was just out of the blue. When she came to me about it all, she said it wasn’t me, that she just wanted to explore her sexuality and that she was being selfish. She said she didn’t mean to hurt me, and even let me keep the car, the house – hell I got to keep everything. We had no kids as she was infertile, which was fine. Me being 46, no kids, no wife – I was just kind of done with everything.
So there I was, drowning my sorrows and in my own thoughts, and this girl sits down next to me. I thought nothing of it, I was too invested in self-pity. Fuck I didn’t even notice her sit down until she ordered a beer.
“What would you like miss?” The bartender asked as he wiped the counter down.
“I don’t like domestic, gives me a headache, do you have Newcastle or Guinness?” she asked with a soft voice. Good choice, I thought – and I was pulled to pay for her drink but decided self-pity was the theme of the evening.
“We’ve got both”
“I’ll get a Guinness then!”
“Hey, you need a refill?” I heard her ask. I didn’t think she was talking to me, but I noticed my glass was almost empty, I turned to see who she was talking to. I almost fell out of my chair, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her bobbed black hair framed her face perfectly, her luscious lips sparkled and her eyes seemingly looked right into my soul.
“Oh um, me? I might call it a night,” I said to her as I shyly looked away.
“That sucks, I’ll tell you what, and it sure looks like you could use someone to talk to – so stick around. I’ve got this round, you get the next?” She smiled and checked her phone.
I looked at the bartender, “I’ll have what she’s having,” and I looked at her, “thank you for your kindness.”
I don’t know why I said that, it just came out of me – “thank you for your kindness??” are you fucking kidding me? Yet, it seemed to work.
“I’m Cindy, happy New Year to you…”
I smiled, “I’m Mike, happy New Year to you too, pleasure to meet you.”
The bartender came with our drinks and we clinked them together, “to better days, yeah Mike?”
“To better days, Cindy, I sure need them!” I laughed.
“Why, what’s up? Tell me about yourself, Michael!” She said, using my full name – which was shocking, no one ever did that, so it was strange to hear.
“Oh boy, my tragic life, it’s pretty uninteresting. Where do I start? My wife left me a year ago to live with a married couple she’s been screwing around with behind my back, but at least she left me with everything – we got divorced, and well, I haven’t heard from her since. Which is fine I guess. I can’t complain about my job, I love my job. I work with labor unions, organizing non-union workers and helping people get a decent wage…”
Cindy took a sip of her Guinness, “how crazy is that, what your wife did? If you really love someone you wouldn’t do that – I’m so sorry that happened to you. Hell, she could have at least asked you to join them! If it’s any consolation, I got dumped by my fiancé 2 years ago and haven’t looked back. I figure once someone breaks trust like that, there’s no going back. I don’t even really think about him anymore at all.”
“Yeah, I thought she was the one, ya know? And I’m sure you thought your ex was the one too – otherwise you wouldn’t have been engaged, right?”
“It always amazes me how people lack compassion and empathy these days. We’re a rare breed you and I…” she took another sip of her drink, “People who actually give a fuck… who care, it’s so damn rare. She hurt you out of her selfish needs, as did my ex. The hell with both of them!”
I laughed, “agreed, the hell with them,” I raised my glass and we clanked them together and laughed.
We talked for hours, it was almost 10:30 PM, and Cindy showed me the time on her phone “the end of 2024 is almost here.”
“Hopefully that’s a good thing, Cindy.”
“Hey, you want to bring in the New Year with me? My place or yours? Why stick around in a bar when we both can talk and chill together?”
I was a bit shocked, “Are you sure you want to bring in the New Year with a 46 year old guy who’s probably going through a midlife crisis?”
She smirked, “Dude, you’re hot. I like older men. You got that salt and pepper hair, tall dark and handsome, with those dark brown eyes I could lose myself in… I’ll cure that midlife crisis of yours,” she laughed and nudged my shoulder.
“I’m not far away, my house is just down the road a bit…” I told her, and then asked, “How old are you?”
She bit her lip, “Don’t freak out, I know I’m a bit young – I’m 24. And I trust you, I know people pretty good, I’ve got a good sense about people – you give me a good vibe, so yeah, let’s head to your place.”
She followed me to my house, we both parked in my driveway and went inside. I took her jacket and hung it up, then showed her to the living room. She sat down on the couch and giggled.
“What kind of movies do you like? I’m going to guess science fiction and fantasy from the figurines on the TV cabinet,” she said pointing to a dragon figurine.
“You would be correct! I love sci-fi and fantasy, a lot!”
“Oh we’re going to get along just fine, Mike – just to let you know I’m not into sports… at all.”
My heart skipped, “Neither am I – I find them boring! Oh shit, let me get you a drink. How’s rum and Coke?”
“Perfect! Oh shit we forgot to get Champaign!”
“I actually got some from Costco the other day, it was a $50 bottle and I planned staying here for New Years and not going out but… well luckily I did!”
I chilled the Champaign on ice as we drank our rum and Cokes and got to know each other even more.
As midnight approached I got the Champaign ready and got a couple of Champaign glasses – we counted down together, “3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!!!”
I found myself in her arms, our lips were touching, our tongues were exploring. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me against her body. I could feel her soft breasts pushing into my chest as my hand gently caressed her face.
We must have kissed for 20 minutes straight, and our hands began to wander. She pulled back, again biting her lower lip.
“I don’t fuck on the first date,” she said with a sly smile, “but we’re not on a date!”
She unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down and started sucking my cock. I leaned back on the couch and let her go to town. Her sexy black bobbed hair swayed and caressed her face as she swallowed the whole of my cock. She quickened the pace, jerking me off and sucking as my cock got harder and harder – I didn’t want to cum just yet so I stopped her, and pushed her down on the couch. I pulled her shirt up, undid her bra and pulled her pants and panties off. I started licking her lovely soft breasts, teasing her hard nipples and worked my way down to her completely shaved (waxed) pussy. My face dove right in. Her juices were sweet, succulent, she tasted like no other women I’ve ever been with. She moaned and cried out in pleasure, her body shaking and quivering with each lick. I pushed a finger inside her, she was tight as hell. I started working my finger as my tongue lapped at her dripping cunt. She exploded in pleasure, literally. I’ve never been with a woman who can squirt, but she did – the warm fluid gushed on to my chin, on to my chest as she writhed in orgasmic delight. She let out a guttural scream, “FUCKKKK!! OH MY FUCKING GOD MIKE!!” Cindy nearly passed out.
I cuddled into her as she was recovering, she started stroking my hair, “holy fuck – who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you learn how to do that??”
“What?” I asked.
“No one has ever made me squirt, I’m the only person that can do it – you’re the first person to ever get it right!” she was panting.
“Oh you’re in a lot of trouble mister,” she said as she pushed me back, and started sucking my cock to get it rock hard again. When she got it hard enough she mounted it, taking it all inside of her. She started riding me, her breasts bouncing on my chest as her lips met mine. Her pussy was way too tight, I wasn’t going to last long at all.
“Holy fuck you’re so god damned tight Cindy… I’m not going to last long…”
“GOOD!” She pushed me deeper into her tight hot hole, looking into my eyes – she was mesmerized, as was I.
“Such a beautiful cock Mike, oh so good….” She said as her cunt stroked me deep inside her.
“Cindy….” I murmmered as my hands gently clenched her cloudy soft breasts.
“Give me all of your cum Mike, fill me up…” Cindy whispered.
I did. I erupted deep inside her, my cock jumped and pulsed as cum sprayed inside of her. She moaned and began grinding my dick in her pussy. I could feel every detail of the inside of her tight pussy, she was milking my cock dry. There was so much cum her tight little cunt couldn’t hold it all, so it started dripping out and down my balls. She got off me, and I felt her mouth licking the cum off my cock and balls. After she was done she cuddled into me.
“That was perfect,” Cindy sighed.
“Can I get your number?” I asked jokingly.
“Ya think??” she laughed.
We both got serious for a second, “would you be opposed for me taking you out on a date?”
She kissed my lips, “I’d love that. But remember, I don’t fuck on the first date!”
We both laughed.
“Cindy, seriously, I’ve never met anyone like you and honestly dating you wouldn’t really be about the sex, it’s about getting to know you – because it just seems like you were put in my life for a reason.”
“Mike, everything happens for a reason. I’m a big believer in that. Bad things happen and we learn lessons from them. Good things happen and fill us with joy and happiness. So, let me be clear – I won’t ever cheat on you Mike, I know that I’m just saying words to you – but I know how it feels. And I know you’ll never cheat on me either, because you’re a 46 year old guy banging a 26 year old.”
We laughed.
“Cindy, you’re way mature for your age – I don’t even see your age.”
“Oh, I see your age – that’s a kink of mine,” she smiled, “don’t get offended if I start calling you daddy, and beg you to spank me for being a bad girl.”
“Oh you’re a bad girl, huh?” I said as my hand smacked her ass.
“Oh daddy, I’ve been so bad…”
We ended up fucking again, this time doggy style. I was trying to go soft on her with the spanking but she kept telling me to smack her ass harder. I did.
“I’m so fucking bad daddy, spank me!!! HARDER!! HARDER DADDY!”
She has so much energy, and she got off from me spanking her while fucking her from behind. She came, her ass jiggled and I couldn’t hold off, and came inside her again.
We both collapsed – we were exhausted.
“We forgot to drink the Champaign.”
I showed her were my bedroom was, and she stayed the night. We both fell asleep in each other’s arms and when I woke up, she was still there. I made her breakfast and we spent the day together. We fucked a few times more on New Years Day too. I got her number, and we’ve been seeing each other every day. I took her out to eat on Saturday – it was a good date. At the end of the date I drove her home and walked her up to her apartment.
We kissed and she asked if I wanted to come in for a cup of coffee. I smirked and pinned her up against her apartment door, “I’m going to break you of that fucking on a first date rule,” my hands groped her breasts.
She opened the door to her apartment, shut it and we fucked right there on the floor. I ended up staying the night. I’m seeing her again tonight, she’s coming over to my house.
Yesterday I actually asked her if she is on birth control, her only response was “nope.”
My response, “good.”
She responded back with the smiley face emojie with hearts for eyes.
“Breed me daddy.”
Sure, we’re moving way too fucking fast – but life is life. I don’t give a fuck. I think I’ll eventually ask her to move in, and perhaps if all goes well – perhaps to spend her life with me. I know there is a massive age difference. I’ll be 62 and she’ll be 44, I’ll be 72 and she’ll be 54. But at least we would be happy in knowing we were in good company. Shit, I sound like I’m falling in love… I probably am in love.
I confess I’m in love with a girl I met 8 days ago.

I'm one of those girls who would be a better wife and person if I had a man who took me to task like this when I needed it. Not saying I want a sadist, but a man who employs domestic discipline. Sore bottoms inspire improved behavior and better decisions. Can I get an "AMEN" ?

its easier to pick up women by whispering in their ear. actually i will go as far as to say its a guaranteed dick-to-pussy pick up technique. you can say pretty much anything and still get laid as long as you're meeting these criteria:

1) dont smell like shit
2) wearing a kickass blazer
3) have a sophisticated drink in your hand (Manhattan, Stoli on rocks, or 50-50 Martini)

you gotta give off the impression that you're cultured and been around the world, yet ready to be domesticated for the right woman. they eat that shit up trust me. also make sure your whispered words are real "airy". nothing gets a girl going like warm breath tingling her ear. so make sure you have a mint or two beforehand.

now gentlemen... go. go out and get laid with this tried and true strategy. i know i will, i plan on losing my virginity with this plan.

I live in Hong Kong and the Indonesian and Philippina domestic helpers here are such sluts. They love fucking white guys. Anyone else have this experience? This is an Indo girl I met last week. I have more if you like.

Gabriella had short bobbed black hair, with high cheekbones and a sultry long neck. She decided to hit the club alone, she was so tired of her friends not being able to go out with her. She found a nice black super tight skirt and put it on.
“Fuck wearing any panties, or a bra for that matter. I’m fucking desperate as fuck,” she murmured to herself as she got dressed. The dress glided over her pale white skin, caressing her curves. If she didn’t get laid tonight there was no hope she ever would. Gabriella knew she was hot, and she needed some nice hard cock.
Gabriella arrived at the club, techno music vibrated the walls and floor as people danced to the rhythms. She was already getting a few looks from a few guys, and even girls. She slowly walked up to the bar, and the bartender cocked an eyebrow at her, looking right at her cleavage.
“Can I help you miss?”
She ordered a domestic beer, and started scoping the crowd. She sat on the barstool and realized her pussy was in view of everyone since she wasn’t wearing panties, so she crossed her legs. A few guys noticed her, as if they could smell her scent across the room. A tall man with dark hair walked towards her.
“Hey, I’m going to be upfront with you – you gave the crowd a nice show.”
Gabriella laughed, then looked into his eyes, “well I hope the show was worthwhile.”
The man blushed, “Yeah, you’ve got half the guys out there hard.”
“What about you? You limp?” She asked biting her lip
“No, I’m hard as fuck,” he said pressing his hard dick against her.
“Now now, looks like you have a bit of a situation that needs to be remedied. How do you think we should take care of this?” Gabriella was smiling. Her eyes twinkled as they met his.
“Parking lot? I’ve got an SUV with tinted windows, I’ll fuck you really good,” he was practically begging her.
She felt his cock pulsating through his pants and gently stroked it with her hand.
“Nice and big,” she said getting up from the barstool and kissing him, leaving a smudge of lipstick on his lips, “take me to your love chariot, own this pussy.”
The dude could hardly walk. She put her arm in his and they walked outside of the club to his SUV.
He unlocked it, “um, I didn’t bring condoms tonight I totally wasn’t expecting this to happen.”
“I don’t like latex,” Gabriella kissed the man’s neck and he felt her breasts pushing against him. He unlocked his SUV with his remote and they both hopped in the backseat. Gabriella pushed the man down and unzipped his pants, she pulled his pants down with ease as her mouth wrapped hungrily around his dick. Her hands started tugging at his hard cock as her mouth sucked, licked and twisted.
She could feel the guy was already going to nut, so she stopped sucking on him and started kissing his body slowly, working her way up to his lips. She hiked up her dress as their lips met. His cock pulsated as he could feel her wetness dripping down on him as he kissed her. She gently guided him inside. The man grabbed her breasts, pulled down her top revealing her perfect tits.
Gabriella pushed down on the man’s cock, she wanted all of him inside her.
“Yeah, fuck me,” she moaned as she rode him, “fuck this little slut’s pussy good baby.”
Wet juices dripped down his cock as his precum mixed with her juices. His hips thrust up as her pussy swallowed his cock. He could feel her sharp fingernails digging into his chest as she bucked up and down back and forth on him.
“Oh yeah, give me that cum!” She screamed, leaning down, gently biting his lip, tasting his saliva.
The man grabbed her soft round pale ass, clenching it and she felt his cock starting to pulsate.
“Yessss,” she moaned.
“I’m cumming…” he could barely talk. His cock throbbed, ejaculating cum deep in her. She pushed down on his cock deeper; pushing it as far as it could go inside her as she felt the warm glow of his eruption.
Gabriella screamed with pleasure, his warm hot cum in her was ecstasy. She kept riding him as he came, she could feel his cum dripping out of her as his cock throbbed, slowly getting more limp. She kissed his neck slowly, her tongue tasted his warm flesh. She lightly nipped his neck with her teeth.
“Oh, no hickies ok baby?” He told her, but she was in another world. She licked and sucked on his neck, but it felt so good to him. He could feel her tongue licking into his neck as she bit softly. His cock slowly retracted from her pussy, and she kept sucking and licking his neck.
“I mean, whatever you want to do is good too, you just let me cum in you and I just met you… so it’s all good,” he said as her hand grabbed a handful of his hair, her lips on his neck like a vacuum.
She moaned and he began to feel a little dizzy, she kept sucking and he felt as if he was being consumed… yet it felt so perfect, time stopped for him and he was enchanted. She stopped sucking his neck and kissed him on the lips. Her face was caked with blood, his blood. She looked into his eyes and he couldn’t panic, all he felt was peace, he felt loved. He didn’t care that his blood was spraying all over the car with each beat of his heart. He didn’t care that this woman was licking the blood from his neck. She smiled at him, showing gleaming white fangs. The last thing he ever saw was her open mouth moving towards his neck again.
“I love you,” he gurgled.
Every time Gabriella had to drink blood, she really never had a plan on what to do with the body when she drained it. Sometimes she’d think of creating another like her, and let the vampiric infection take hold – but in a lot of ways she enjoyed the freedom of feeding off of anyone she wanted. She loved mounting mortal men and feeling their seed trying to find its way to create life as she took a life.
She ripped a peace of the man’s shirt off and cleaned the blood from her face and tossed it on him. She looked around his car, it was a nice car but she made a mess of it. She just wanted to see his dying face as his blood sprayed out of his neck. She always loved to watch the last seconds of life, the final exit from this reality. Maybe she felt love for the people she drank, or maybe it was some sick fetish of hers that had psychological roots from when she was mortal. She shook her head and frowned. She could barely remember when she was mortal, it was so long ago.
Gabriella stepped out of the man’s car, leaving his limp body slumped in the back seat. His pants were still down, cum dripped from his limp cock onto the seat.
She felt a little bad for him, but she was hungry. She wouldn’t have to do this for another couple of months. She could feel his cum trickle down her leg as she shut the car door. Gabriella walked off into the night.

115 ways to use and abuse faggot scum
Sit back and make him suck your dick, nice and slow.
Train him to deepthroat your cock.
Fuck his face, balls-deep, like it’s a pussy.
Cock slap him.
Make him lick your sweaty balls.
Straddle his face and teabag him.
Spit on him.
Make him clean your sweaty ass after you work out.
Make him clean your dirty hole when you haven’t showered.
Piss on him.
Piss down his throat.
Piss in his ass.
Make him drink your piss from a glass.
Piss on a pair of underwear, or a jock strap, then wring it out over his face.
Finger his hole.
Fuck his ass.
Spank him.
Paddle him or whip him.
Fuck him with a dildo.
Make him clean a dildo after it’s been in his ass, your ass or another faggot’s ass.
Tie him up and use his holes.
Smack or slap his face.
Call him names.
Tag team him with a buddy.
Gangbang him with a group of friends or strangers.
Whore him out to friends or strangers.
Make him sniff and lick your piss-, shit- and/or cum-stained underwear.
Gag him with your dirty underwear, jockstrap or cum rag when you’re fucking him.
Cum on his face.
Cum on his face and make him wear the load out in public.
Cum on his ass.
Cum directly down his throat.
Cum in your hand, and make him eat it from your hand like a dog.
Organize a bukkake and cover his face with multiple cum loads.
Make him eat your cum off your buddy’s cock.
Cum on the floor or a table and make him lick it up.
Make him drink your load(s) from a shot glass.
Cum on food and make him eat it.
Save your loads on a cum rag, jockstrap or pair of underwear when you jerk off; when the cum rag is rank and full, make him suck the cum crust out of it.
Double-penetrate him with another Top or with a dildo.
Make him suck your cock while you’re taking a shit (i.e., give you a blumpkin).
Use his tongue as toilet paper after you take a dump.
Make him eat your shit.
Make him eat his own shit.
Make him jerk off with shit.
Make him smear his body with shit.
Flick or twist his nipples.
Write names (e.g., faggot, bitch, pig, slut), pictures (e.g., a cock and balls, a pig face, a toilet) or phrases (e.g., insert cock here, with an arrow pointing to its holes) on his body.
Make him lick your dirty toilet, or a public toilet, clean.
Make him wear a butt plug out in public (e.g., to the bar, to the gym, to the grocery store).
Piss on his underwear, or take a dump in his underwear, then make him wear them home.
Fart in his faggot face.
Tie him to your toilet when you have guys over, and tell them to use him instead of the toilet.
Fuck his face until he vomits, then make him clean the puke off your cock.
Don’t let him cum.
Make him ask your permission to jerk off or cum.
Make him eat his own cum.
Make him jerk off or finger himself while you and/or your friends watch.
Make him watch while you fuck another faggot.
Position him beneath you while you’re fucking another faggot and make him lick your cock as it goes in and out of the faggot’s hole.
Make him eat your ass while you’re fucking another faggot.
Make him clean your cock off after you fuck him.
Make him clean your cock off after you fuck another faggot.
Make him eat your load out of another faggot’s ass.
Make him clean out another faggot’s ass after you’ve fucked it.
Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your cock.
Finger your ass, then make him sniff and/or suck your stink finger.
Tie his cock and balls with a shoelace.
Blindfold him when you use him.
Fist his hole.
Fuck him with a condom and make him drink the cum out of it.
Make him drink the cum out of used condoms (e.g., at a party, at the bathhouse, at the park).
Cum in his ass.
Make him fuck another faggot, or get fucked by another faggot, while you watch.
Make him and another faggot fuck themselves on a double-ended dildo while you watch.
Make him lick your feet.
Use him as a footrest.
Make him give you a massage or footrub.
Hock a loogie in his face or down his throat.
Blow your nose on him.
Shoot a snot rocket in his mouth.
Take him to a bar; when his beer’s empty, refill the glass or bottle with your piss and make him drink it in public.
Make him pee at the urinal (e.g., at the movies, at the gym, at the bar) with his pants around his ankles so everyone knows he’s a faggot.
Shave his body.
Shave his head.
Save your piss in a bucket, and make him bathe with it.
Keep him in chastity.
Decide what he wears.
Make him wear a collar and leash.
Keep him in a cage.
Make him do domestic chores for you (e.g., laundry, cleaning, shopping).
Make him sniff poppers, then use him.
If you’re uncut, make him clean and eat the smegma from your cock.
Make him wear a ball gag.
Make him crawl in your presence, like a dog.
Make him eat his meals out of a dog dish.
Torture him with hot wax.
Make him give himself an enema — with water, or perhaps your piss — while you watch.
Give yourself an enema, then release it all over his face or body.
Make him service anonymous cock at a gloryhole.
Engage him in forced workouts.
Fuck him with found objects around your home (e.g., a broom handle, a beer bottle, a carrot, a cucumber, a wooden spoon).
Make him beg for your cock.
Feed him your pre-cum.
Make him lick your sweaty pits.
Make him call you “Master” or “Sir.”
Make him wear a hood while you use him so that the only sensation he has is the feeling of your cock in his hole.
Cum in his ass, then make him fart your cum into his hand and eat it.
Felch your cum out of his ass, then feed it to him.
Make him lick you head to toe.
Make him pick your pubes out of your underwear or off your toilet and eat them.
Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.
Make him lick your boots.
Make him do a strip tease for you.
Make him service you in a public place (e.g., a restroom, a park, your car).
Of course, there are hundreds more ways to use and abuse a faggot. If your New Year’s resolution is to use more faggots, however, i hope this list gives you some ideas for how to be successful

I need help finding a video. It was on motherless not too long ago but got deleted. The video was called lesbian domestic violence. It had the blonde choking a brunette in a bunch positions. It was also foreign. It anyone knows of it please let me know. Thanks in advance:)

I am looking for as many opinions as possible, from anyone. I am not a police officer nor do I have any connections to law enforcement or any governmental agency. I am a private citizen doing research on a subject. I am not here to judge you, sting you, rat on you, whatever. I don't care if you are a sex offender, someone with fantasies, or someone who is completely against the taboos discussed in this topic. I am a former student in Criminology (the study of criminal behavior). My younger brother is a convicted sex offender, sentenced to spend at least another 15 years (his offense was non-violent, and there was no actual victim involved- he was surfing chat rooms for adult porn. Another user sent him a hard drives worth of old that flooded his whole comp with viruses that caused a whole bunch more old to come in automatically. The perp also attached viruses that took screenshots of the hard drive, including credit information, then ripped my brother off while he was in prison. One of the old files had an attachment courtesy of the FBI that ended up screwing him). Due to his case, I took an interest in so called "sexual deviants" and the studying of paraphilias. For one assignment, I had to choose an offender to interview. The instructor put up a list in the class with no information, just a number. At the end of the class, the number we chose from the list was the number file the instructor gave to us. That way, we did not know anything about the offender we were to interview prior to us choosing the case (I guess this way those that were squeamish could not avoid the assignment, and those that were way too interested in the subject could not choose a specific offender they were interested in. We had to work the case, no matter what. My subject seemed to be rather normal- he was a former intern for a doctors office that treated convicted sex offenders and broken families that had been hurt through domestic violence, rape, pedophilia, molestation, etc. During his employment, it was discovered he was stealing case files from the office and using them as masturbatory materials. After several months of lifting files from the office and fantasizing, he decided to act on the fantasy. He began dating a woman with young toddler age children, and gain their trust. One day while his girlfriend was at work, he hit her two year old daughter so hard that her brain severed itself from the spinal cord due to severe whiplash. She remained the rest of her life on life support in a hospital in a coma, as a vegetable due to this. Her mother finally took her off life support at age 4. During his incarceration, the subject was diagnosed with a brain tumor that had been growing in him since he was a teenager, and had it removed. After the removal, his urges seemed to subside for awhile. But after several months, he found himself masturbating in his prison cell to the same violent fantasies as before. Concerned the tumor came back, he went in for an emergency checkup. The doctors saw no return of the cancer, and no other neurological abnormalities in the brains function, and all chemical levels seemed to be balanced. Intrigued by this, I began doing background on the subject. He lived a normal childhood, in a normal middle class family. He was a a B average student all through school, had normal relationships and friendships with peoeple in his own age group, and had no sign of severe mental illness traits in either him or his family. Aside from his conviction and sexual urges, there was nothing in his environmental or physiological traits/background that would point to his reason for these desires other than the brain tumor. I discussed my subject with a neurologist who said the tumor could have changed the chemistry of the brain, but due to current scientific limitations, this isn't showing on any modern test. A sex therapist I went to for a professional opinion saaid that though the tumor caused the imbalance and urges to begin with, the reason she believes the urges continue is due to the fact that his sexuality was de-sensitized during his experience, and this is the only way he knows and is attracted to in order to orgasm. He does truly feel remorse for what he did, and most likely will not offend again if he can maintain the minimal self control he demonstrates by keeping his fantasies as fantasies and not trying to make them reality, while continuing therapy and treatment.

When asked what he thinks of during masturbation, he began recalling the case files he stole from his previous job: the man who tied his wife to a chair in the kitchen, then called their young 1 year old toddler in the room and began beating her while the mother was forced to watch. The mother/father team who beat, molested, and eventually began a full incest relationship (including a so-called marriage ceremony when one of the girls had her first period, and the father took the daughter into a pedophilic polygamous relationship- the girl was 11) all 4 of their children since before they could walk, and were not caught until the oldest child was in her mid-20s. The other mother/father rape team- a young woman (age 24) would masturbate while watching/video recording her husband (age 27) with their daughter (age 4) beating, slapping, pulling hair, choking, throwing, and twisting/locking her joints to the point of severe pain. They apparently also filmed several child rape videos with the child. I compared cases with another student in the class- her subject was found to be in a pedophilic incestuous relationship with his 7 year old daughter. He started with her when she was barely a newborn, performing oral on her, and masturbating/ejaculating on her. When she was 2, he sodomized her for the first time, and this activity continued until he was arrested. By the time she was 3, she was performing oral sex on him. When she was 7, he raped her vaginally. During school the next day, she went to the nurse with severe stomach pains. When the nurse was examining her, she noticed a large amount of spotted blood near the childs crotch area, and had the girl admitted to a hospital. That is when the sexual abuse was discovered, and the investigation began. When interviewed in prison, he showed no remorse, guilt, or shame in what he had done, claiming that he loves his daughter in the same way a man loves his wife, and believed he was showing acts of love whenever he touched or had intercourse with the child. His background is not unusual for someone who displays this type of behavior- rough childhood, parents who abused alcohol and drugs, physically abusive father who left the family for a stripper when subject was 9. His mother eventually abandoned him at age 15 on the street, since him living at home meant she couldn't afford her drug habit. He was in and out of jail as a teenager, and was raped at 13 by an older cell mate. The girl he was convicted of abusing was mothered by a prostitute the subject was dating, and has since improved her life as a healthy and happy young adult who runs support groups, and an inspirational speaker who specializes in abused women and children.

I am not here to pass judgement, support any viewpoint or suggestion, and am looking to remain completely neutral regarding any of this. I am mainly looking at it from a scientific point of view, and have a few curiosities on the subject.
Since my class, I have had the same questions mulling around my head, so I figured I would bring them to a board where I can find what seems to be a large variety of people (both those attracted to children, and otherwise):
1. How do you feel about the idea of a relationship with a child being sexual?
2. If you are sexually attracted to children, how do you define your attraction? Is it based out of power and control? Do you feel you are loving the child?
3. What is your take on offenders whose actions were less sexual and more violent? (IE, offenders who receive sexual satisfaction or fantasy out of watching women/children be hit, cry, or abused)
4. Do you have fantasies of violence, or love when it comes to children?
5. Are the children yours, or someone elses?
6. Do you have anything in your background that would influence your opinion? If so, what?
7. Do you feel modern day society has a large influence on your decision? Follow up question- how much sex and violence have you been exposed to throughout your life? (movies, magazines, games, books, interests, etc)

Thank you for reading my study, and any answers are appreciated.

Das ist die fette fotze meines schlitztieres sie muss immer ernidrigt beldeidigt und gedemütigt werden damit sie weis wo ihr platz ist ich liebe es sie in ihren engen arsch zu ficken bis sie jammert und heult das macht mich so richtig geil und ich ficke sie noch härter und tiefer bis ihr die pisse aus ihrer fotze läuft

Mein traum mit dem fetten stück ist sie nakt gefesselt auf einem autobahn parkplatz aussetzen und sie über stunden von jedem in alle löcher ficken zu lassen das ganze natürlich ohne gummi dasxwer ja luxus und den hat sie nicht verdient

Erst wenn all ihre löcher dauerhaft überdehnt wurden und sie ihren eigenen willen komplett verloren hat und sie akzeptiert hat das schwänze für sie heilig sind ist meine aufgabe erfüllt und sie wird an den nechsten weiter gegeben

Wenn ihr möchtet dürft ihr mir gerne tribut videos schicken die ich ihr dann zeige

Dis da hin eier domestic

I confess I would love to find my self a submissive nigger mother to keep around for domestic and sexual use. Not sure why but I love the idea of a very black slut doing as she is told and fulfilling my every whim. Just into race play I guess.

Hello, 25 f usa currently

Have been looking for white men specifically to have some group chats with (preferably mic 2 mic) about racism, both domestic and sexual. I am Asian

It is a belief that has been important to me for a long time

I mainly skype, you can message me for my name

GILBERT, Arizona - An Arizona woman ran down her husband with the family SUV Saturday night after an argument over the p********ial election.

According to the report, Holly Solomon was arrested and charged with domestic violence and aggravated assault charges after she chased her 36-year-old husband in their Jeep SUV through a parking lot before pinning him between the SUV and a curb. The husband was in critical condition.

Officials told the station that Solomon, 28, argued with her husband over his lack of political involvement and that she believed her family would suffer under a second term of p******** Barack Obama.

LETS LET THE WOMEN KNOW WHAT WE LIKE:
(after all, they have no idea)

I love shaved pussy.
I love watching girls pee.
I love watching girls play with themselves.
I love having two naked women in my bed.
I love when they make out with other woman.
I love watching them lick each other.
I love fingering two woman at the same time.
I love when they suck the cum out of me and swallow it.
I love them watching me jerk off.
I love to cum on thier face.
I love to play with thier tits.
I love to fuck them.
I love when they are domesticated and are good cooks.
I love when they lick my balls.
I love when they do whatever I tell them to do.

Did I miss anything? I'm sure that I have.
Tell them!

I'm going to check back to see your replies.

Peace Out