If you found little Kelcy hogtied in a abandoned building?? WWUD??

One night in February last year, it was snowing and I was bored. I decided to buy a leotard, bra, phone cord, ski mask, and water balloons at the local Walmart. That same night I put the bra on and inserted two water balloons in the bra. I then tied my penis in back of me and put the leotard on. Then I put the ski-mask on and waited until 3:00 am. I put some pants and a coat on and left my house. I went 4 blocks away and found a open parking garage that was abandoned and took the coat and pants off. I then left the garage and walked around nine or ten blocks with the balloons bouncing inside of the bra that is under the leotard. I then went on a main street and several people saw me. Some guys whistled at me as they were driving by. I then ran about three blocks on that main road getting exited each time a car drove by. Then I turned into an alley and walked about a block down. As I was walking, I didn't notice this old man sitting on a lawn wall. He said to me "Aint it cold out here honey?" I didn't reply. I walked past him, turned the corner and wanted him to see more of my tits bouncing (even though they were fake)and my ass. So I walked past him again and repeated to do so three more times. The fourth time around as I was passing him, he slapped my butt really hard and almost knocked me down. It hurt as first but it felt good shortly after. I then left there and went back to the garage, put my coat/pants back on and took the ski-mask off as I was walking back to my house.

My time in Iraq wasn't all that bad. At least not every day. In between the days watching a good friend get killed, there were some fun times.

Without going into details, we were in a medium sized city, and all the residents abandoned their homes. That meant we were free to go into any house, and tear through it. We went through people's shit. Their clothes, their private stuff, their family albums. We slept in their beds, we shit on their floors, we took what we wanted. We even set houses on fire for no fucking reason at all (Not easy since most of the houses are made of brick and cement).

As much as war sucks, there is a certain ecstasy you get from total anarchy. Imagine how much fun you could have if everyone in your city left, and you could walk into any house, and do whatever you wanted?

You never know what you'll find on VHS tapes in abandoned storage lockers. This woman gets freaky on tape.  

I confess that my most twisted fantasy is to drug this brazilian whore, abandon her in the men's room of the dirtiest, lowest joint on the outskirts of my city, and let her at the mercy of all the lonely, perverted guys there.

What would you do if you are one of the lucky guys that found her that night?

Please degrade her, no limits!!

I confess I have a long distance relationship with a girl who lives in the south. Almost got her into a gangbang at an abandoned house near her place

I confess that I want a good wife who fits the following description.It has deep rooted unresolved trauma. It has an inability to set and keep boundaries.It struggles with self-love, deep rooted feelings of worthlessness and fear of abandonment. Its life experiences before meeting it’s husband has already conditioned it to believe that it’s wants and feelings are irrelevant. It has a history of slutty impulsive behavior and genuinely enjoys being degraded and used like a whore.For anyone who already has a good wife what characteristics need to be added ?

i found this pic on an abandoned hard drive.

AI - Fake : abandoned magazine

Finding Daddy in a Good Girl

Hello, Everyone,

From the first person, so a lot of I me my... Am working through a painful D/s breakup and was hoping this would help others, so you're the I me my.

After the blind-siding end of a second long-term DD/lg relationship-- the first a 10-year marriage (not surprising), the last a 10-month 24/7 LDR (breathtakingly surprising. Does 10 months count as long-term?)-- and finding once again that I was moaning about passive-aggressive, narcissistic pussies who THINK they're Daddy Doms but are really submissive cowards, I made myself very quiet and asked myself exactly what I thought a good Daddy was.

As a result, instead of moaning some more, crying into my pillow, or sending him a bajillion texts asking him why he was being such a cunt and letting him talk me back into the relationship (or, rather, manipulate me into talking myself back into the relationship), I went out on a tear (thank God for New Orleans), sloshed home to create a FetLife account, joined some relevant groups, contacted a couple of local people who seemed like they knew their way around the scene, and read myself back into soberville for almost 24 hours straight. And then, I started a list of the qualities I thought were essential in a Daddy Dom.

The list of words became fairly lengthy, so I started a taxonomy and they ended up fitting into groups of three. I'm sure the information architect in me (yes, I'm a geek, shut up.) will further categorize these groups, but it just began to seem... I don't know, lyrical. And then, the word, "compassionate" started resonating. First, my eyes were drawn again and again to that 13-letter composition, and then the sound of its 4 syllables echoed fluidly in my head like water moving, and finally that reciprocal beating of the rhythm of the word with my heart that happens when my body's trying to tell me something began.

It occurred to me that it might be the little girl in me that was trying to soften toward him again after he betrayed my trust for the 4th time in as many months. But no, that softening wasn't happening this time (and still isn't, thank you very much). While thinking about this, the question, "What exactly is a Good Girl?" started whispering, and a new list began. And, guess what?

The lists are virtually identical.

To an independent, perceptive, dominant woman in all other aspects of life, this shouldn't have been the epiphany that it was. How could a woman who prides herself on her unerring spidey sense and strength of character be suckered in by not one, but two men of low character who manipulated the very D/s abandon that led her to them initially?

And that's when I realized that compassion wasn't supposed to be reserved solely for others. Unless you consider the little girl inside of a strong woman to be other. And, I don't anymore. That little girl, I, deserve(s) the same compassion, forgiveness and understanding as Daddy does. A Good Girl requires a Daddy with a strength of character to match her own. Even if that requisite reciprocity comes from being her own Daddy while she searches for the man who truly deserves and appreciates her considerable love, power and control.

So, sit tight, little girl. You've got everything you need in the interim.

Here are the lists, if you're interested:

Daddy Is (1) The Law Of Threes:
https://fetlife.com/users/1864710/posts/1228667]

A Good Girl Is (1) The Law Of Threes:
https://fetlife.com/users/1864710/posts/1229514]

XOXOX,
Rain

What you doing to her if she in an abandoned gas station?

fake photo of my niece Darixsa with me, every day I fantasize about taking Darixsa to an abandoned house and fucking her non-stop

I confess, a girl I was really close to, and really wanted to fuck at least once, found out about my rape fantasies. Now she has totally abandoned and shunned me.

While I regret losing her, now I'm thinking about using her to live out my rape fantasies.

One of my fantasies is being taken to one of Detroit's many abandoned buildings by one or many mature (45yo+) dom top daddies and grandpas and they all r-a-p-e me in that abandoned building, piss all over me, abuse me, etc.

I am a babyfaced cleanshaved sub whimp 30yo son with very soft feet and I am into daddies and grandpas in their late 40s and up who are dom, aggressive, chubby, or hairy. Preferably in USA or Canada. It's always easy to overpower and use a whimp like me.

What do you daddies and grandpas think of my fantasy? If you wanna chat about it more, leave me a way to contact you pvt.

THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY SEXY. I need advice and feedback.

I'm a 27 y.o. male and rent a house with my girlfriend. We've been together 2.5 years and I love her with all my heart. We plan to get married but she's only 21 and still in college full time (also working part time).

My 22(ish?) ex girlfriend just moved back to town. We dated for almost 3 years but she cheated on me a lot. We realized we're much better friends than we are in a relationship and that's how it's continued in the years since. She's like my little sister and the kid's life is just a train wreck. She moved in with my mom to help her get back on her feet and stay out of trouble. She has a lot of issues she needs to deal with and keeps getting distracted by her shitbag friends so she never gets her shit together.

My girlfriend is so not okay with our friendship, especially if we're hanging out and smoke a bowl (because I obviously will go mad and cheat on her). She said she was okay with the situation and even offered to let my ex stay with us for a while, but of course she was only saying that and didn't really mean it because she was under duress.

I need my ex girlfriend to be gone so that tranquility can return to my home, but she's not gonna be gone until she gets her shit together which she isn't going to do on her own. I also hate the idea that I have to abandon people I care about just because my girlfriend is insecure or doesn't like them. This isn't the first time her attitude has driven me away from a friendship and I feel like I'm failing my convictions to give in for the sake of having a happy home.

To make matters worse, my girlfriend and I are complete morons and so she's pregnant. Not far along but this isn't something we planned and so she's getting an abortion (the pill) this weekend. So obviously this is the worst time ever for all this ex girlfriend shit to be going on because this pregnancy is an emotionally draining experience on its own.

Last night I took the ex over to my best dealer's place so that way I don't have to be bothered with her always trying to see if I can hook her up. Meant it to just be an hour or so but people start rolling joints and busting out hang drums, the ex thinks my guy is really cute so she wants to hang; I'm itching to leave and get home to my girl because I know she's gonna be annoyed but you know what it's like at your guy's place. They're always just about to roll another one... So it wound up being more like 3 hours. Totally insensitive to my girlfriend's explicit discomfort with situations like that. Came home at midnight to a deserved bitching before a cold night's sleep.

What the fuck am I supposed to do here? Where do I draw the line between being insensitive and standing up for things that are important to me? Any advice on these things would be appreciated.

Does anyone know where to find videos of school girls fighting/bullying? i got at least 10 videos of russian teen girls bullying each other from smotri or something like that 2-3 years ago but cannot find them anymore.
they were bad quality, shot using a cell phone camera. in one of the videos a girl is pushed to ice cold river and not let out from there. in other video girl is forced to lick some other girls shoe and eat from ground. in a third video 3 girls are in a forest next to some abandoned building and 2 of them beat the third one. they also write something into her forehead with lipstick i think.

If you were driving your car alone on a lonely beach and you find this lost girl and asks you to get in your car to help her and in return she would give you what you want, what would you ask for a change ?, I would ask her to go to an abandoned house outside the city to give anal and vaginal sex without a condom all night and record everything to sell as amateur porn on xxx pages, what would you ask this girl?

Looking for a video... It has a girl walking into an abandoned barn. She sits on a hay bale and starts fingering herself and pulls out a dildo from an inside pocket of jacket. Finishes with her walking out of the barn. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt with stockings and a leather jacket

Pretty sure it was an ifeelmyself video. I think it was on spankwire, I downloaded it from my ipod a while ago

Is it possible to abandon claims?

I have claimed several videos over the years, some of which I have since received DMCA strikes for. I would like to abandon claims on any other claims I've made and limit myself to only what I have posted myself.

Or an I going to have to delete a bunch of videos?

I confess I want to post my girl up and have her lure black animals over to a abandon house with a throw away phone thinking im a cuck. Then ill rob and kill them after they get naked and leave. Black widow type shit. Im sick of the stereotypes im white Over 7in and have had 2 black girls say Im big

Seriously! When I was in my early teens (13-15), living in San Jose California, I confess to routinely engaging in sexual contact with 3 much younger girls (2 sisters and another neighbor) and 1 boy. I was never able to penetrate the girls, so we dry humped all of the time, until I would come, which they all hated, because it was "nasty" and "sticky" and other then occasionally kissing my dick, they refused oral. I later learned that the two sister had been doing the same thing with their brothers and an older male friend of their fathers who had moved in, he was actually caught in the act by the father, who threw him out of the house after catching him (idiot) a second time.

The young boy, sucked me, and after weeks of playing with him, he was still unable to take much dick up his ass, without crying and carrying on, which was no fun and not my thing, so I had to settle for oral, which he was rather decent at for his age. He refused to accept me cumming in his mouth after the first time, when he understood what it meant, and would always tell me to tell him, so he could abandon dick, when I was ready.

It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others.

Trying to find a video I once saw on this site. I don't know if it's been taken down or not, I tried search but wasn't able to find it. Maybe somebody can help out

It was a fantasy/ rape/ end of civilization type video. There was a couple that found a cabin and searching for food, and they got caught and the woman was traded for canned goods while the man had to wait outside. and then at the end of the video, it's revealed the man abandoned his partner and took the food for himself and she was left as a sex slave.

hoping i can find it again

Not sure what category to place this under but it's a fantasy that plays over and over in my head... I'm a 25 year old guy married... My wife is 22. I have 2 sister in laws 20 and 18 and my mother in law is 41.

This fantasy I have is i kidnap and drug my mother in law and 2 sister in laws... I take them to a basement dungeon of an abandon house... Strip them naked blindfold them and tie there hands to a over head beam and wait for them to come too. Then as they all come too I tell them that we are going to play a game and if you all listen and play I'll let you go home... I start with my mother in law and I explain the rules.... I will give you a task and you can either do it or pick one of your daughters to do it... First task is to have your boobs whipped for 10 mins do you want to do it or pass of course being a mom she try's to protect here daughters and takes the whipping... And this goes on for hours... Till all 3 are tired, broken and have gave up on getting out.... I know it sounds twisted and fucked but it's a fantasy of mine I can't get out if my head

Looking for video clip from a movie.

A young girl seduces a man in some abandoned building (hospital I think) and she ends up riding him on a hospital bed. Its a dim scene but cant seem to find it.

Hi. My confession is that I wish my mother hadn't abandoned me when I was 11. No matter how hard I try to stuff it down deep inside, it still hurts. I wish I hadn't been molested a bunch when I was little and made to stuff. I wish that I had been a better little boy so that my mom would've wanted me. I wish that I had told my dad and my grandma and my sister how much I loved them before they died when I was a teenager. I wish I hadn't done most of the things I've done and I wish I had done most of the things I haven't.

But I'm really grateful that I love animals. My cats and dogs are my life and they always love me and want me and need me to love and care for them. They never judge or laugh or ridicule. We are just always there for each other and that makes everything else ok. They all cuddle up to me on my bed every night to stay warm.

Anyway, that's about it. Thanks for letting me do this.

So all this nonstop media coverage of all these people coming forward about sexual harassment, etc, along with being the Christmas season, reminded me of when I was "sexually harassed" by my first boss at my first job out of college. I apologize in advance since this will probably be a long story, but I like to always be as complete as possible when I tell about something that happened to me. Feel free to bug out now if you don't want to read it.

At the time, I was a cocky, full of myself, 22 year old guy and a recent graduate. I landed a good entry level analyst job making what seemed like insane money to me at the time (kind of ironic 20 years later that I thought it was a lot of money). My boss was a married female, in her late 30's, & a mother of two. She seemed so mature and experienced in work and life. I wouldn't say she was hot, but she was attractive and always dressed impeccably.

As I got to know her, I learned that she married her college boyfriend within 3 months of graduating and had her 2 kids by the time she was 25. The "harassment" started with her always telling me that I should make sure not to make the same mistake she did and to live my life a little before settling down. That a person's 20's are meant to be spent fucking as many people as possible and partying like crazy, not raising a family. When my college girlfriend and I broke up about 6 months after I started working there, my boss looked overjoyed and told me "now that you wised up, it's time you started living life. you should go out this weekend and fuck some random girl." Being that I was a very flirtatious, social, and a pretty good looking guy, I actually ended up doing just that. Monday morning she called me into her office and asked how my weekend was. I gave a standard mundane, "it was fine" answer and she said, "bullshit, let me hear it. did you get laid or not?". When I probably turned bright red and was being coy, she said, "ha, I knew it. a good looking young stud like yourself would have no problems getting laid. now tell me all about it",

This sort of minor banter would continue for a while, her always asking me about my conquests and making sure I wasn't falling into the same settling down trap she did. Then she stepped it up a bit and with some of my stories of my exploits with girls she told me she wished she had known me when she was young and how she would have been all over me, but now she's just a "old lady" that nobody finds attractive anymore. "Day Old Bread" is what she would always refer to herself as. I'm sure she was fishing for me to say I thought she was attractive or whatever. She told me how she basically had no sex life anymore. That 99% of the sex in her life consisted of a warm bubble bath, soft music, burning candles, and masturbating to the thoughts of the young guys that she wished she had fucked. She told me that she went to college a virgin, met her now husband at a party the first weekend, and had stayed 100% faithful their entire time together. Yup, she had only been with one guy her entire life. Even with suspecting her husband had strayed plenty, she still never did. "More regrets in life" she would tell me. For my birthday she gave me a present. She said open it when I get home. So I waited and that evening I opened it up. It was a DVD copy of The Graduate and with it a card that she signed "Laura. aka "Mrs. Robinson"" with a smiley face and a heart next to it.

Time continued to go by with much of the same types of conversations, but nothing more. I had been at the job for about a year and a half and for my continuing career growth had decided it was time to move on from the entry level position. I accepted a new job at a different company and gave my notice the first week of December. I was starting the new job the day after New Years and agreed to stay on at my old job for 3 weeks leading up to the vacation I had already planned for Christmas week. Laura said she was disappointed to see me go, but knew I had outgrown the entry level role and she had no opportunity to offer me a higher level job. And even though it was technically going to be held after my last official day, she said I better still get my "cute little ass" to the company Christmas party. I told her I would absolutely be there.

I went to the party which was being held at a hotel ballroom near our office. Was a pretty sweet affair with great food and open bar and a well known band from the local bar scene. The owner of our company definitely didn't seem to skimp on this annual party. Everyone was invited to bring their significant others, though I went solo since I wasn't dating anyone seriously. I finally after a year and a half met my boss's husband and all I could think was what a douchebag he seemed like. Just gave off a slimy, sales guy vibe. I overheard his conversation with one of the other younger analyst girls on my team, Sarah, and he was blatantly hitting on her with his wife within earshot. I totally now understood why Laura assumed he had been cheating on her for years since it seemed obvious to me that he would have no issues doing so and seemingly not caring if she knew. Laura was feeling good with some cocktails in her by the time we got to talking. I will admit, done up in a formal dress, full make-up and hair, she actually looked really good and the dress was very flattering to her figure versus the normal business suits she would wear in the office. She made a point of repeatedly saying she was surprised I didn't bring a date, but glad I didn't so my attention wasn't occupied with someone else being this could be one of the last times we saw each other. Then she started joking and saying was I going to "make a run at a going away fuck with Sarah" now that you didn't work together anymore. Her and I talked about Sarah a few times over the previous year and I said I lived by the "don't shit where you eat" mantra. I laughed and said, "No, I don't think so. Looks like she is occupied." nodding in the direction of her own husband still flirting with the much younger girl. She let out a sigh and mumbled under her breath, "what an asshole."

The night went on and plenty more drinks flowed. I went over to Laura to tell her I was getting ready to head out as I had an early morning the next day. She right away blurted out, "oh I forgot, I have a going away present for you out in my car. Come with me.". We went out to the parking lot and walked to her car. As she walked up to the back door of the car with me following behind her admiring her MILF ass, she quickly spun around and just grabbed my cock with one hand and pulled my head into her with the other and planted a huge kiss on me. I just went with it and started kissing her back. She stopped and said that she had wanted to do that for a year and a half and judging from the growing bulge in my pants I didn't mind it. It was a dark parking lot, but clearly if someone walked near us we would have been in plain view, but Laura clearly didn't care...thank you alcohol! I said what else had she wanted to do, and she just gave a look of pure lust and dropped to her knees without saying a word, unbuckled my belt and pants, which fell to the ground. She pulled my boxers down, unleashing my now fully hard cock and began to perform an expert level blow job on me. For having only been with one guy her whole life, she could suck a cock like a pro! After about 2 minutes of getting head from her, I pulled her up, kissed her and spun her around so her hands were planted on the door frame of her car at the roof and her body slightly bent at the waist with her ass pushed out towards me. I lift her dress up around her waist, dropped to a squatting position and proceeded to eat her pussy and asshole with a wild abandon. She was so wet and tasted amazing. To this day I still remember vividly the taste and no girl since has tasted as sweet. She started moaning and moving her hips like crazy as I was grinding my face into her ass and when she said "holy fuck, that feels amazing" I took it as my queue to rise up and slide my cock into her pussy. I slipped right in and began pounding her hard as I could with her bucking back against me in unison. I could already feel my load building up and I knew I wouldn't last long. She started moaning that she was cumming and that is all it took as I unleashed rope after rope of my hot sticky cum deep inside her pussy. Her legs sort of buckled and I caught her with my arm and held her from behind close to my body. We stayed like that for a short minute to catch our breaths. Then I let go and reach down to pull her dress back down and my boxers and pants back up. She turned and kissed me again and then kind of adjusted her dress back into the proper placement. She just looked at me and said "Thanks for everything you did for me the last year and a half and in particular the last 10 minutes...you've changed my life." All I could muster to say was "No problem. It was my pleasure." And she walked back towards the party and me to my car.

We stayed in casual contact over email and in recent years over social media and I have used her multiple times for glowing references with each new job I have taken over the years. Whether sadly or not, I saw that her husband passed away a while back and she did remarry. For her sake I hope she finally lived a little in between those events. We ran into each other a few times over the years as well but no reliving of that night or anything. It was a total one shot deal never to be spoken about again between us.

So that was my workplace "sexual harassment" story. I never complained to HR or anything else, well because, I am not a pussy, candyassed, snowflake like most people are today. But I guess I can join all the people out there that starve and crave for attention and say.....

#metoo

i confess that no i dont work for TWD production crew, but my uncle's best friend's step-brother happens to be a janitor down at AMC. he found an actor's script overnight and read through it. he gave me an in depth description of the season finale. read at your own risk. MASSIVE SPOILERS.

Rick's group decide to abandon the prison. they booby trap the prison with explosives taken from Morgan then leave. when the Governor's army arrives they open fire on the prison in rage with heavy weaponry. realising no one is outside they approach the door. Allen opens the door triggering an explosion killing several men. few men remain. they reach the holding cells. the Governor finds a note written by Rick that reads "Welcome to the Tombs". the note triggers a large explosion. the prison is destroyed. cut to Rick's group at Woodbury telling of how evil the Governor was. a truck arrives, its the Governor, burnt and injured. he has Daryl tied and shoots him in the head.

Yesterday or last night I responded to a confession post from someone who said he was abandoned by his mother and molested as a kid and he had all these regrets, etc. Now I can't find it. I noticed it because it seemed like a real confession, unlike 99.9% of the crap we normally read. I was intrigued by it and now it seems to be gone. Has anyone seen it? I know the mods are trigger happy on deleting stuff for no reason, but there's no way in hell that thread violated any rules.

You wanted to do something in your laptop but I wanted to play with your lap. I was squirming around trying to distract myself for a bit but I must not have done a good job because you whispered to me, "be good". I had every intention of being good, a good cocksucker that is. The thrill of doing something I love, sucking your cock, when I wanted to and wasn't told to. Being allowed to take a little initiative.

Now it was time to let you know what I need, I bring one of my hands up under your shirt to play with your chest. God I love the feeling of your skin, the warmth of it, I start with fingering your ribs, move up to your nipple, I skate over it, it's already puckered and sensitive, my other hand is unbuttoning your pants, pulling down your zipper, I know part of your brain is registering this, but I am purposefully playing with your chest - just the way you like it - making you bite back the moans. You are so much more controlled and disciplined than I am. I envy this, and it is a challenge. What can I do to make you abandon your control?

I am pulling your cock and balls out of your underwear. My hand wrapping around your base, and just as my mouth is about to close on the head, I tugged at your nipple and took your cock into my wet and hot mouth.

Your hand which had been running up and down my back under my sweater - moved to my head, your reflex was to pull me off, a "what the fuck" moment. Before you could, your brain came back on and you looked down at me and smiled, our eyes met and your hand began to run thru my hair instead. Your head lifted up and you looked around, you fully relaxed, opened your legs wider and slouched down a bit. This let me lean up a bit, flip all the way over to my belly and rest on my elbows, I was comfortable enough to do what I wanted, I could reach below and cradle and play with your balls, rolling them and tugging just enough that it didn't hurt but felt good. My mouth went up and down, I alternated strong suction with light, twirling around the head, with long deep licks, flicking my tongue around the head with easing just the tip of mine into the hole at top, drinking in your pre cum, I kept you wet and hard, never letting you go over to orgasm. I knew I would pay for it later, but I didn't want it to be a quick blow job, I wanted to savor the experience. To take my time, tease and make you so ready to blow your load that when I was ready that a few good hard sucks and a tug at your balls would have your cum filling my mouth.

You were trying to make me go faster, going the direct route - pushing my head, trying to fuck my mouth, but when you did I stopped, my hands fell away. Not that I mind a hard face fuck, but I wanted something different, I wanted this to be something you always remembered. Next, you tried to make me so horny, I would let you do whatever you wanted or needed. Your hand had pulled my skirt up and had been playing with the area under my thong. First, fingering my wet pussy, swirling the clit, fucking me with one, then two, then three fingers. When I didn't give in, you started to play with my asshole, bringing up the juices from my pussy, lubing my entrance, then adding your finger. You know this makes me ready for anything. I knew I was in trouble the second you started playing there, if you kept it up - it would be seconds before I sat up, pushed my panties off my body and crawled on top of your cock.

Before I could do this, your balls were showing all the signs of your impending release - I bobbed all the way down, taking your cock into my throat and felt the salty hot spray spurt onto the walls of my throat. I kept making the slightest bobbing I could while sucking till you were done. Your hand was rubbing my back, and I pulled off your cock, giving it a quick tongue bath, before I placed my head on your thigh.

I would love to handcuff this MILFs hands behind her back and take her to an abandoned warehouse. Then tie her up and rape her silly. What would you do to her?

I want a woman who is uninhibited and lives life with reckless abandon. Tall hung sane and horny af in Cincinnati. 
HMU Ladies 

Looking for a girl who has daddy issues, abandonment issues and who is very clingy and needy.  

I told my wife i was going to change my oil and do some car work with a friend. I instead linked up with this 18yo slut I met on tinder, I went and picked her up met her mom, then threw this slut into the car she told me about this hidden spot in an abandoned neighborhood, so we drove out. Parked. And she got right in her knees outside my car and started sucking my cock, I had her suck me til I nutted twice in her mouth( yes she swallowed everything) , I wish I had that part of the video, but I still got the fucking and creampie/pussy cumshot enjoy. 

This is a rant. I don't care if I get feed back or not. I have tried and tried again to get my idiot of a boyfriend to have sex with me, it is leaving me stressed beyond belife! I am not a big romance person but I want to know I am wanted and desired!!! I dont't want to have to ask for sex all the time, I feel like I am the one who is always intigating when it comes to sex. I love the stupid asshole and can't get him to understand that I want some affection from him. Any of my signs of affection are not appreciated by hime and I get frustrated and upset, then we both get mad cause I get upset! He doesn't even want to have a dinner and watch a movie anymore! I am feeling very abandoned and unwanted sexually and emotionally. I just want some of his attention and I am tired of trying to get it!!!

I just want to be able to quit my job, drop out of college, abandon all my social obligations and just be my husband’s dumb little fuck toy. Like all I want is to be kept on a leash in the basement and used as a fleshlight and I really don’t think I’m asking for too much 😩

So...I met a "gurl" online, after some time, she says she would like to be my little cum slut, I asked what she meant, she stated she would do as I say. i asked how would I know as she was a long way away from me, she said she would video/pic proof...going forward, she hit me up while she was at a party(I heard lots of laughing and music, I thought what a good time to see if she was serious, I told her to send me a video of her sucking random dick....She did it! This was ongoing for a few weeks as I tasked her over and over....turns out she was a spun shemale slut! She asked how I felt...well I have her fucking in the train station, getting cum dumped on her, from cab drivers to abandoned buildings
A lot of fukked up shit...lol All this and hav never met her personally...I had her posted on another site..took it down, but you guys are freaks....ENJOY

College turned me into a total fucktoy I (18 F) recently started college. It was the first time I really got to explore more clothing choices and staying out as late as I wanted and with who I wanted. I recently got a black latex skirt that is tied up on the sides. I can’t wear underwear with it or it will show on the sides so every time I wear it I get sooo wet.My friends invited me out clubbing a few weekends ago and of course why not take this new skirt for a spin. I wore it with knee high leather boots and a tiny purple top that barely held my tits in. When I walked in I could feel eyes from every direction. It was the first time I had gotten attention like that and it made me so horny. I was dragged to the dance floor and started to grind on complete strangers. I could feel their cocks getting harder and ended up making out with quite a few right on the dance floor. Of course hands would go everywhere and the more I was used like a slut the hornier I got. Eventually I was dancing with this one guy and things started to get hot and heavy. His hands trailed down my hips and he started to rub my pussy through the tight skirt. I don’t know what got into me but I ended up stroking his dick through the front of his pants. We were both so horny we couldn’t take it anymore so we ended up heading to one of the bathrooms. He immediately tore up my skirt and started fucking my tight pussy. It was soooo hot. I felt like a total slut as he pulled my hair and started using every hole I had. I loved getting on my knees to live up his huge dick for the next pounding. Eventually he couldn’t resist and came deep inside me. I could feel the warmth deep inside me. I came just from that feeling of being used as a total fuck toy.I walked back out to meet friends and they had no idea I had this guys cum running down my leg. I’ve become addicted to that feeing and go back out at any chance I get. I want to be used and fucked. I’ve started wearing more and more risqué clothes and have abandoned bras entirely. I get off on people using me for their pleasure.I just got a new plug so I might wear that under the skirt when I go out next time ;)

Movie Fantasy Expanded -

Well I think you knew I was in the mood for some fun when I picked an afternoon movie that had horrible reviews, and wore a tiny skirt, a cute little sweater that buttoned down the front, with a couple of xtra buttons undone, the creamy tops of my breasts and lace of my bra peeking out, the high heels, On the way from the car to the ticket window, Your hand had already skimmed its way up the back of my skirt to realize that my cheeks were bare, that all I had on was a thong.

we were a few minutes early, the theater was dim but not dark, so our play at first was coy and teasing. Light kissing and touches that left us yearning for more. Your hand kept creeping up my thigh under my hem but I would stop you before you got to far. Two reasons - One - I wanted to stay sane enough to complete my task - I was a girl on a mission after all. Two - when you touch me, I can’t help but moan and sigh and the last thing I am is quiet.

I was having a hard enough time not crawling into your lap - straddling you and taking this so much further than I should at the moment. Screw being in public the little devil on my shoulder said.

We teased and played, I was watching out of the corner of my eye to see who came in and where they sat. I was so glad that the few who came, stayed towards the front and far away from us.

My plan was working so far. You were getting pretty worked up, but frustrated too - since I kept stopping your roaming hands, you tried ghosting your fingers up the back of my sweater, then a frontal assault, going up the bottom and when I stopped you from that, you got tricky, kissing my neck and ear, knowing that I blank out when you do that, moving your kisses down my neck, to my cleavage, to first one button, using your mouth to open it, I realized then your intention and straightened up, pulling your mouth back to mine. “Be good”, I whispered.

Finally, the lights went down and the previews began. I pulled the arm rests up, and stretched out, resting my head on your shoulder, pretending to settle in and watch the movie. I was pretending to be a good girl well at least until the main feature began. I had let my hand rest on your thigh and innocently trace the inner seam of your pants from mid thigh to knee. You began to shift - I could feel the heat and frustration coming off of you. It was definitely becoming harder to be a gentleman. I took this as my clue to start skimming my fingers higher, up to your cock, yep. Hard is the right word. I was wondering if I would even be able to get it out of your pants, the space was so well filled with your cock.

I guess turn about this fair play, because now you whispered to me, “be good”. I had every intention of being good, a good cocksucker that is. It was time to implement the true plan. You see, one of my favorite bucket list / fantasies is giving a blow job in the movie theater. The thrill of doing something I love, sucking your cock, in a public place. Well the idea of it makes me wet, it makes my head spin and my mouth water. I started planning this adventure last week when we caught the first showing of that action flick, but the theater was too crowded then. After days of planning I knew how I wanted this to go and so far it was following my plan perfectly.

Now it was time to distract you, I bring one of my hands up under your shirt to play with your chest. God I love the feeling of your skin, the warmth of it, I start with fingering your ribs, move up to your nipple, I skate over it, it’s already puckered and sensitive, my other hand is unbuttoning your pants, pulling down your zipper, I know part of your brain is registering this, but I am purposefully playing with your chest - just the way you like it - making you bite back the moans. You are so much more controlled and disciplined than I am, you can be quiet when you need to be. I envy this, and it is a challenge. What can I do to make you abandon your control?

I am pulling your cock and balls out of your underwear. My hand wrapping around your base, and just as my mouth is about to close on the head, the music signals a heightened excitement to the scene in the movie - I could hear it building and when it hit a crescendo and the audience gasped, I tugged at your nipple and took your cock into my wet and hot mouth. Perfect timing.

Your hand which had been running up and down my back under my sweater - moved to my head, your reflex was to pull me off, a “what the fuck” moment. Before you could, your brain came back on and you looked down at me and smiled, our eyes met and your hand began to run thru my hair instead. Your head lifted up and you looked around, recognizing it was risky but not inherently dangerous - you fully relaxed, opened your legs wider and slouched down a bit. This let me lean up a bit, flip all the way over to my belly and rest on my elbows, I was comfortable enough to do what I wanted, I could reach below and cradle and play with your balls, rolling them and tugging just enough that it didn’t hurt but felt good. My mouth went up and down, I alternated strong suction with light, twirling around the head, with long deep licks, flicking my tongue around the head with easing just the tip of mine into the hole at top, drinking in your pre cum, I kept you wet and hard, never letting you go over to orgasm. I knew I would pay for it later, but I didn’t want it to be a quick blow job, I wanted to savor the experience. To take my time, tease and make you so ready to blow your load that when I was ready that a few good hard sucks and a tug at your balls would have your cum filling my mouth.

You were trying to make me go faster, going the direct route - pushing my head, trying to fuck my mouth, but when you did I stopped, my hands fell away. Not that I mind a hard face fuck, but I wanted something different, I wanted this to be something you always remembered. Next, you tried to make me so horny, I would let you do whatever you wanted or needed. Your hand had pulled my skirt up and had been playing with the area under my thong. First, fingering my wet pussy, swirling the clit, fucking me with one, then two, then three fingers. When I didn’t give in, you started to play with my asshole, bringing up the juices from my pussy, lubing my entrance, then adding your finger. You know this makes me ready for anything. I knew I was in trouble the second you started playing there, if you kept it up - it would be seconds before I sat up, pushed my panties off my body and crawled on top of your cock.

Thank God - the movie was hitting another climatic high point and your balls were showing all the signs of your impending release - I bobbed all the way down, taking your cock into my throat and felt the salty hot spray spurt onto the walls of my throat. I kept making the slightest bobbing I could while sucking till you were done. Your hand was rubbing my back, and I pulled off your cock, giving it a quick tongue bath, before I placed my head on your thigh. Catching my breath and resting till the end of the movie. As the credits began to roll, you smoothed down my skirt, buttoned my sweater and put yourself back together. Taking my hand you walked me out of the theater. - I hope ya’ll liked - it was written spur of the moment on my ipad and has tons of grammar issues - pretty please no mean reviews - feel free to send love my way though - Happy Monday! - Soft-Kittie - Let me know what you liked.

This fucking slut my neighbors old lady and I had her in an abandoned apartment to the great her

I love begging my Sneaky Lord for everything i love his nature that it negotiates things like letting me close. I dreamed for a bit of His emotions towards me, but i never minded mine being more strong for Him, and having it wrapped around His fingers and very fragile. Strange for some but i saw my growth in it the way it fits for me as well. More i also liked He allowed me to feel them all and never wanted to tone me down. But the more i was allowed that the more dependent i got to be on Him, and at times i know He doesn’t like that and at times does. I know Devil doesn’t like talking to much about emotions, but He allowed me to feel mine.. and i don’t want to act or play any game where i try to move on because my Master broke promise and left after saying he won’t abandon me, and the truth is that idk what happened i can only assume and worry deeply is everything okay. And in mean time that all just kinda have damage on me. I keep guessing and reminding myself not to do that because i do care for my dynamic and want it to keep on happening. But with same i just keep staying and worrying and 1000 questions in my head. Did You do like in past and don’t want trying anymore like stepping up, or something happened to You. I trust you deeply and that’s why i get more worried because as i trust i keep thinking You wouldn’t lie to me then leave.. This black cloud above my head is very heavy but simple to solve, it needs one word from You. I promise i won’t be dramatic about anything and we don’t even have to talk about it right away.. but I do beg You to stop the damage of some sort. I o also love the fucked up ways my mind bends towards You, such as that whatever You do i bend and beg to be taken more and molded to You, i know how wrong is that when You break a promise i keep on begging but we never really have been that „healthy“ And that i keep begging when it’s doing a damage, and when everyone is saying i shouldn’t, and what more do i need to know. But i trust more in way we communicate, and however wrong it is or was i trust in that, that the ways we find are our ways an how wrong then that can be. I hope You’ll peek and understand this and that You’ll have a bit mercy like You had and not like in past where You’ll leave me wondering for so long. I can’t hate You i figured that, but it’s making me sad and i beg You not to change me into that. Don’t kinda damage my playful spirit because yes Your slave is programmed for You, to play to lust to suffer all when You wanted.. it’s sooo new it’s unbelievable ..
In same time where i never wanted to cross some of Your boundary where when my Master doesn’t want to talk about emotions or feels like shutting down i always begged for it.. i know this might be something You might want not to address rn and that it depends on Your mood.. but please can You try contact me soon Master.
that time when i cried and said i felt ashamed of my emotions, i felt very fragile that i feel all that and You don't. But i always have accepted that an just wanted that flirt between us without those feeling of heavy like some expectation because i do love the path and at times it's hard to balance. I do love sitting in silence with You when something like that happens.. and i never mind it really. It's so unique to be able to be without expectations and accept the path and so hard at times. I felt that time put it on You somehow when You never promised me feelings, but did wanted to do the effort with Your slave and our dynamic. And like being realistic like that with You and spot my bad weakness. It's so unique the way we do it.. i like it very much. And with that thought i do at times slip into thinking You did like in past decided to withdraw.. i rather that not to happen but i can understand.. all i beg is to just hear You soon a word or two.. to stop this damage developing. I was allowed to feel and my Master knows i care and that i'll overthink and that promise meant to me a lot, and made me happy.
Don't stop our play it's such good match. You make me cum on command and from when You left i can't have an orgasm without crying or have one easily, makes me be less playful and feeling less sexy. That's one of damage i feel happening otherwise i wouldn't be writing this sort of heavy begging. It only worries me because idk where are Your thoughts are, and will i have to heal or i am still Your pet.. natural kick is to try an heal but what happens when You don't want to move on unless told.. something heavier than hell happens i can tell You
Your little slave s

There are different kinds of "cuckolds" but nobody seems to talk about this kind. I would never let you drive my mint condition Porsche. But my beat up old rusty minivan? Sure. Drive it hard. I wouldn't care. 

Thats how I feel about letting guys fuck my wife. She wants to be fat then I get a lot more entertainment convincing her that she's some sort of "queen" who can "cuckold" me because I adore and worship her. 

What I loved was seeing my self righteous church going wife abandon her vows and the mixture of shame and lust the first time a stranger sank his cock into that fat mound that hides her pussy. 

I was pretty quiet but when she was about to orgasm I said "make that whore cum" and she flinched and looked at me and almost lost the orgasm she was building to. But he keot going and she clenched and gripped him with her big fat thighs and came hard. It was so awkward afterward. I loved seeing her not sure what to do. She went to tbe bathroom to urinate right away and she was in there a while. I think she cried. 

I have tried for years to get her to not be fat and then gave up. I could have divorced her but she seems okay now with this arrangement. So, go ahead and fuck her. It's at least entertaining for me. If she was attractive and fit then no fucking way.

Karen Smith lay back on her beach towel, clad only in a skimpy red bikini, and thought, "This is the life." She had landed in Ibiza two days earlier with her son, Kurt, for a three-week holiday, just the two of them. It had been an especially rainy season in London and they were both ecstatic to be getting some time in the sun. Karen typically wore one-piece bathing suits but her ivory skin was so starved for color that she decided to pack nothing but bikinis, a fact that hadn't escaped Kurt's attention.

At 42, Karen looked stunning, especially compared to Kurt's friends' moms, most of who you would never care to look at naked. But not Karen. She was often compared to Sophia Loren, and she knew that the compliment men were giving her was, "I bet you'd be dynamite in the sack." Her shoulder-length chestnut hair still shimmered in the sun and her long, shapely legs were the envy of all of Kurt's friends. Her 36D chest never needed padding to fill out the prim and proper suit jackets that she typically wore to work as a real estate broker, and more than one client had taken the opportunity to cop a feel whilst they were alone in a flat. Kurt's father had been nothing more than a sperm donor and for Kurt and Karen's entire life, their relationship was just that of mother and son. Recently, however, they had become more like friends.

"I'm heading into the water for a bit, Mom, don't burn," Kurt said, standing from his towel and removing his sunglasses.

"Okay love, don't wear yourself out," Karen said with a sly grin.

Kurt Smith was an athletic 22-year-old whose average height belied the above average dick that he carried with him. It gave him a confidence that most girls were attracted to, and he always enjoyed the look on their faces when they spied his member for the first time.

He hadn't had a girlfriend for a few weeks, and accordingly, was staring at even more girls than usual. On this particular day, however, the sunny cove where they were sunning themselves had only one other family further down the beach.

As Kurt bobbed in the salty Mediterranean water, he looked back at shore and saw only his Mom.

"Fuck me," he thought, "have her tits always been that big?"

The red spandex strained to contain her large orbs and the contrast between her pale skin made the bikini glow even brighter. She stood up to stretch just now, and turned around looking at the beach bar, giving Kurt a perfect view of the cleft of her ass. The bikini had ridden up while Karen was sitting down so that it looked almost like a thong.

"I'm getting turned on by my own Mom," Kurt thought. "How sick. I mean, I know she's got a great body and there's nobody else around but c'mon, we've lived together for so long, am I really getting hard over her?"

But he was. Under the cool water's surface, Kurt's cock was growing ever larger, and he could not take his eyes off of Karen's heavy tits, barely supported by the flimsy red material. He knew that as soon as he could get his hard-on to subside, he would have to make a beeline for their villa and jerk himself off, hard.

For her part, Karen was fantasizing herself about how long it had been since she had had a good fucking. Being a mom was no longer a big part of her life with Kurt being a man, but she still could not find much time to meet quality men. It wasn't even the companionship that she longed for, but more the lurid side of sexual intimacy with a man, any man, that she craved. Holding a cock in her hand as it filled with blood and grew, the firmness it got when she tugged on it...these were things she could have with any man, and they would fulfill her sexual desires, but it was still an effort.

"I'm heading back to the villa, Mom, you need me to bring anything back for you?" Kurt broke Karen from her daze as he toweled himself off.

"No, thanks, I'll probably come back in a little while too," she said. She noticed that Kurt looked especially good today, the bright Spanish sun shining off of his sculpted chest. "If only he weren't my son," Karen thought, "I would definitely let him fuck me. Too bad that's such a hangup, that adults can't service each other sexually if they both need it."

Her pussy tingled at the thought of having their big villa together for three weeks, fucking one another on all of the furniture, in the bathroom shower, on the terrace, doggy style in front of the sliding glass door.

"How nice would that be," Karen thought, "to be able to satisfy each other's cravings and then get on with the day. I'm sure we'd both enjoy the vacation a lot more. Society.."

Kurt was barely in the door before he stripped his swim trunks off and laid back on the bed in his downstairs bedroom. Karen had chosen the master bedroom upstairs so that they would have a bit of privacy, even though there were two bedrooms on the ground floor.

"It's too bad there weren't more girls at the beach today," Kurt thought as he gently squeezed his still damp cock. "That Swedish woman from last year was the hottest thing ever."

Kurt thought back to the previous year's trip when a mature Swedish woman had set up her sun umbrella next to his. He was at the beach alone that day and feeling talkative, so he struck up a conversation with the Swede. The mother of three was in her 50s and had some lines of age on her face but her smile was dazzling and her blonde hair almost platinum, which made her deep tan even more alluring. As the day went on, they both became overheated and went down to the water together.

After floating a few feet from one another and obviously flirting, Kurt tentatively reached out to touch her waist. The mother flinched at first but then smiled broadly and brought Kurt's hands up to her large breasts. They sagged slightly in her bikini but she was completely uninhibited and swung her body around without regard for how much her tits moved, and Kurt found it very erotic. Floating in the ocean, they groped each other's bodies for a long time before going back to the sand and making out on their blankets.

Kurt moaned as he stroked his rod and continued to think back on the mature blonde woman, unaware that a mature brunette was listening to him. Karen had decided to come back to the house early for a drink, and she heard Kurt's heavy breathing as soon as she entered the villa. Seeing his trunks on the floor through his doorway, she knew he could only be masturbating.

"Oh my God, even my own son can get some relief, I wish it were easier for me." Karen threw her sarong onto the couch and slipped into a pair of high heeled espadrilles she had by the door. Their cork bottoms allowed her to get right to the edge of Kurt's bedroom before he would hear her. She didn't have any plans, but was just going by instinct.

Karen's calves were flexed from the high wedges, and she had beads of sweat sliding down the insides of her thighs. Her breathing was more ragged and she noticed with utter certainty that her pussy lips were tingling noticeably. Her son's masturbation was arousing Karen.

"If it were just as easy to use his cock as a dildo, and frig myself, then I could just...use him, and he could use me, we could both cum, and get back to life!" She was actually thinking that it sounded like a good plan, but she wasn't sure how Kurt would take it.

"If I'm matter-of-fact and a little insistent, what 22-year-old WOULDN'T like to be serviced on vacation?!" She pushed her breasts so that the nipples were closer to the inside border of her bikini top, and the dark areolas were showing. Karen stepped to the edge of the doorway.

Kurt was now pumping harder, his glans head wedged firmly on top of his fist. Eyes closed, he was moving his hips so that the bed shook slightly on the tile floor.

"Ahem."

Kurt heard Karen's noise, his eyes flew open, and he started to scoot to the top of the bed.

"Whooo, Mommm, I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Ahhhh."

"It's okay Kurt, I know what men your age do, it's not a big deal." Kurt's mom put her hand on the door jamb to seem casual and crossed her legs at the ankles. "Believe it or not, women have those needs to, they just don't talk about it. But even me, your Mom."

Kurt thought about his Mom having sexual needs and it couldn't help but put an image in his head of her being fucked over the back of a couch, hands gripping the pillows while someone, maybe him, entered her from behind again and again.

"I guess so," Kurt said. He had one hand over his crotch but his stiff member was still so engorged that his hand couldn't cover the entire thing. Kurt looked his mom over now for the first time and his eyes glazed over with lust. He thought, "I know she's my Mom but I was just in the middle of jerking off and my mind is still on sex and, fuck, would I love to mount her right here."

As if she was reading his mind, Karen stepped gingerly towards her son, her hips still cocked to the side from the angle of her tall shoes.

"Okay Kurt, I'm going to be really blunt here. We're alone for three weeks and it's going to be really difficult for us to concentrate on having fun and living if we're both sexually frustrated, do you agree?"

Kurt gulped but nodded his head in agreement. "Where can she be going with this?" he thought.

"So," Karen said walking to where Kurt's knees hung over the edge of the bed, "why don't we come to an understanding." She squatted so that her face was level with Kurt's hips, her big tits suspended in mid-air for her son to gawk at. The mirror at the foot of the bed allowed Kurt to see his Mom's ass too, as she bounced slightly on her haunches.

"Why don't we just say that, while we're here in Ibiza, we can do whatever we want to each other. Sexually." Karen licked her lips, the sexy mature woman now certain that this was exactly what she wanted.

"'Sexually'?" Kurt stammered. "So, what do you mean, DO whatever we want?"

"We tell each other when we need relief, and we use each other's bodies to get that relief. No judgments, no guilt, no awkwardness or hiding around." Karen's hands were roaming her body now, feeling her breasts and pushing them together as if in anticipation of what her son was going to do to her.

"Well...I mean, I would love to, but are you sure?" Kurt asked, smiling. "I get horny pretty often and usually jerk off three or four times a day."

"That's fine, Kurt, if you need me to service you five times a day, that will work too." Karen closed her eyes while she spoke and reached around behind her to undo her bikini top. "I might need you to...FUCK...me, every night if you can handle it." Karen drew out the word 'fuck' to gauge the impact on her son and it rightly threw him for a loop.

Kurt moved his hand from covering his cock and began stroking it again. "I think I could use some help now if you wouldn't mind, Mom."

Karen grinned and crawled onto the bed on all fours, her wedges still on her feet. "That's fine, son, don't worry. Mommy will take good care of you."

And with that she used her left hand to push Kurt's chest so he was flat on his back, and with her right she grasped his cock, her own son's cock, and began pumping it.

"Is this alright?" Karen asked innocently. "Is it okay if I suck on your cock? Suck on it until I make you cum in my mouth? Would you like that?"

Kurt was shaking now, his cock so ready to be serviced. He had needed to cum since he saw his Mom's big, full tits on the beach and had been jerking off for a few minutes before he came home. He needed his Mom to suck his cock and he needed her to deep throat it.

"Deep throat my cock, Mom." Kurt said uncertainly. "Please."

Karen laughed an evil laugh. "Don't say 'please', son. When we're servicing each other and helping each other to cum, treat me like a slut. That way it will be more of a separation between our normal time and our fucking time. We don't want you getting hard thinking about fucking your Mom's pussy in the middle of dinner."

And with that, Karen leaned down, her brown hair tussling over her son's stomach, and engulfed the length of his thick shaft in her hot, wet mouth. She hummed and moaned as she slobbered up and down on his slippery tool.

Kurt moaned loudly with ecstasy. "Fuuuuck, Mom, that's so gooood!" He shut his eyes and put his hands on top of his mother's head as she gulped up and down on his dick.

"Fuck his dick is so HOT!" Karen thought. "Not just big and smooth but actually physically WARM!" Her pussy was drooling already just thinking about having it inside of her. Her own son, Kurt, would soon have his dick buried inside of his mother. Karen swooned and blew her only child with renewed vigor. She was determined to suck him off quickly so that he would know how good she could be. She wanted to be a good dirty slut for her boy.

"You like that?" Karen asked in between slobbers. "You like your slutty Mom blowing you, Kurt? Sucking on your cock in your own bedroom? It's so naughty but I think we both know that we need to be helping each other cum on this trip, don't you?"

She went back to his dick with all of her attention, using one hand to stroke her son's dick up and down, the other to squeeze and cup his balls.

"Yeah Karen, suck it, suck my fat cock," Kurt said, getting into the spirit of his Mom's game. "Make me cum in your mouth, I need to cum." "Call me 'Mom'" Karen said, stopping just long enough to look her son directly in the eyes so that he knew exactly what it was they were doing. Getting a blowjob from his Mom.

"Mom, keep sucking my dick. Suck it now you slut." Kurt smiled even as he said this rudest of instruction.

Karen laughed and went back to work, servicing her son's dong. Kurt then grabbed her ass and slapped one of her cheeks, hard.

"I've wanted to do that all day," he said. "Here, swing around so you can sit on my face. I want to taste your pussy, Mom."

Karen couldn't believe it, her swollen lips needed attention badly and she was thrilled that her son wanted to eat her pussy.

"Ohh baby, that would be amazing. I'm just going to move around," Karen worked her hips and swung her knee over her boy's head so that they were in a perfect 69 position, her snatch just above Kurt's mouth and her own mouth still locked onto his dick.

"That's it, c'mon, sit on my face, Mom. I want to lick your pussy."

Karen obliged and moved her knees to the side so that her wet pussy was smashed onto her son's face.

"Ohhhh," she cried out. "Yeah, that's it, eat Mommy's pussy. Shove your tongue all the way into Mommy's little cunt hole." Karen squirmed around on top of her son, sitting back on his face so he could get as much of his mouth around her sopping pussy as possible.

"Keep sucking me, keep sucking my cock, Mom!" Karen had her lips at the base of her son's cock, tonguing the length of it. She was happy to suck his dick all day but she needed it's hardness inside of her.

"Okay, now it's my turn." She crawled off of her son's face and walked into the living room. Still wearing her heels, she bent at the waist and leaned over the couch. "Just fuck me, Kurt. Fuck me hard, and fuck me as fast as you like."

She wagged her ass back and forth and Kurt thought he might faint before he got to her. Sliding up behind his mother, Kurt aligned his hips with hers and guided his dick between her drooling pussy lips.

Karen shuddered as she felt her son's big thick cock slide inside of her. She leaned backwards and slammed her ass against Kurt's pelvis. The shock made him shuffle his feet but he soon found his footing and began moving back and forth more easily.

"Oh fuck, Mom! Your pussy feels so fucking good!"

"Much better than jerking off?"

"Fuck yeah, so much better."

"Good. Any time you want to fuck me, you can fuck me. If you want a blowjob, ask me, and I'll suck your cock. I just want to milk the cum out of you whenever you need it, and in return, I want you to fuck my pussy when I need it. That's only fair, isn't it?"

Kurt was into it now, drops of perspiration dripping onto his mother's pale back. He reached underneath and squeezed her utters together, still barely believing that he was inside of his Mom, fucking her with abandon. It was unreal that earlier in the hour, they were sitting side-by-side and not touching one another.

"You like it, don't you son? Fucking your mother? Fucking her wet pussy without caring who sees it?"

Karen abruptly pulled Kurt's cock out of her pussy, turned around and slapped him across the face. He could hardly believe what was going on but Karen was still smiling that devilish grin. She walked over to the couch and kneeled, sticking her ass up in the air.

"Come fuck my cunt, son. Fuck your mother's wet cunt until she cums. Can you do that, son? Do you mind shoving your thick cock inside my sopping pussy until I cum? You can just use me, you know. Use me like a fuckdoll, if you wake up in the middle of the night and need to get off, come into my room, lift my nightdress, lather your cock up with some spit and fuck me."

Kurt scrambled around the sofa and climbed onto the couch, placing his feet on either side of his Mom's knees. He braced himself on her lower back and slid down, impaling her sodden quim onto his stiff prick.

"I'm going to fuck you at least twice a day, Mom, I just hope you're okay with that."

Karen moaned and leaned back, not believing that her pussy was filled completely by her son.

"Just keep fucking me. When we're tired we can go back to the beach but for now, I just want you to get off. Just fucking use me to cum like some kind of slut."

Kurt fucked and fucked until he felt like his balls were going to explode.

"I'm going to cum now, Mom. Gonna cum, where do you want it."

Karen was frigging herself madly, not wanting it to end but wanting to see her son get off even more.

"When you're about to cum, pull out and cum on my face. I want to suck the last drop of cum out of you."

Kurt grabbed his mother's hair as he pumped furiously into her dripping pussy and at last felt like he was going to cum.

"Ahhh, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum baby, fuck your Mommy and cum on her face. I'm such a fucking slut for my son's cum, cum in my face!"

Kurt pulled out as Karen spun around, still drooling from being fucked so hard. She stuck her tongue out and licked whatever part of Kurt's dick wasn't being jerked and he began shooting rope after rope of cum over Karen's beautiful face. Karen was finger fucking her cunt and began squirting all over the floor at the same time.

The scene was surreal as mother, still in heels and bikini bottoms, pulled to the side, rubbing herself madly as her son towered over her and shot his hot cum all over her pretty face.

At last, Kurt slumped onto the couch. "Wow. That was fucking unreal."

"Just wait until dinner," Karen said throatily, sliding her finger over her face to wipe the cum off. "I think we're going to have an interesting few days." She laid on her back, her big tits flopping to the sides, and began contemplating the next place she wanted to fuck her son.

Would she make you consider abandoning your family?

This will be a long confession, so if you do not have the time, just skip it.

I am 41, divorced, and I am currently in the sexual relationship of my dreams... or nightmares, I cant decide.

I married young, straight out of high school. He was my colleague, and my first real bf. I didnt have almost any sexual experiences in hs, since I was ugly, I had a big acne vulgaris problem, and I was desperate. Desperate to that extent that, my only "sexual" experience was, when at this party, senior year (we were both 18 at the time), this guy flat out told me he wants his dick sucked tonight, and I did it. That was the extent of male attention I got.

So, my husband was the first man who gave me any attention. My acne problem has started to withdraw a bit, after many, many sessions of therapy, and I was over the moon. He was my man, my perfect man, a man who loves me, who came to my aid, a man who I will share my life with. Sadly, after a few years of trying, we found out I am unable to get pregnant. He told me that it doesnt matter, that he loves me, but became distant over time, and eventually, started to hate me, so we divorced.

I was 24 when I got left alone, again. I was on a verge of self distruction - my life had no meaning. Those were some dark times, I thought about leaving everything and becoming a nun, or even to do the worst - harm myself.

Luckily, I got some therapy, and things started picking up, one thing at the time. I learned how to love myself, the way I am, and started doing little things, to make my life better. I became a fitness freak, dedicating my body to that goal, started eating healthy, and that really changed my own perception of myself. I started noticing male looks at the gym, and that pleased me. Over time, I have come to realize, that my body was "hot" even before I started my transformation. New found self esteem came rushing through my body.

Life was good, except, I was still alone. If I hadnt started masturbating very young, I would have thought that I was some kind of a frigid witch, since, my sex life with my ex husband, didnt really bring anything good in that department. Resolved to work on myself, I have totally abandoned the idea of a new love, or even a pure sexual relationship - this site is just one of few places I have visited over the years, while searching for a thrill, a fantasy, but being just too scared to pursue anything real, in life.

Now, when I come to think of it, there wasnt even a chance for me to meet someone, my life was work, gym, and home. I detected some flirts along the way, but I guess I was just too closed (or gave off that impression), that nothing came of it.

Until I met him. It was a year ago. He is ten years younger, single, good looking, and to be honest, when he started flirting, I was thinking something like "is this guy making fun of me". But he wasnt, he was, and still is very much into me.

As I have written here before, I was closed to the idea of meeting someone, but he was very charming, and adamant, to make this work.

He took me on my very first date, after more than 15 years. We had sex that night, and, oh my loving god, it was amazing!!!

We were like rabbits, doing it all day, every day. I wanted to make sure to catch up on everything I have missed in the previous life, so my world started revolving around sex. My orgasms were real, hard, tremor hard, I wanted to do everything for him.

And he is such a passionate lover, always finds a way for me to get even further, to cum harder, to enjoy every inch of his body, and mine too.

Now we are finally getting to the bottom of this story.

His favorite position is, when I am on top, he told me, since, it is the easiest one for me to get off. He started playing with my anus, when I am on top, and close to cumming. That made me shake like a rabbit.

Then, he started putting his finger in, positioning it so that, when I go down on his cock, I go down on his finger (one at start, later two fingers), making me choose the pace, and depth. It was getting so intense, that I felt that was the sexiest thing ever, made me want him to get in there.

But he wasnt, he would just do it, and one time, he pulled his fingers out, spread my cheeks wide, so I could feel I was gaping back there, and he whispered (you need a cock in there). I was still riding him, close, really close to cumming, so I just yelled for him to put it in, but he pulled me close to him, and grunted "you need a cock in your ass while I make love to you"... That was the hardest orgasm I ever had. I swear to god, I think I even passed out for a second there.

So, this game of ours, evolved, from but plugs, to smaller dildos, to eventually, big ones. This combo was, and still is, the best thing I ever did, and I am quite sure that it is the hottest thing one can do in sex. Eventually, in one of these steamy sessions, through the lust, he told me that "I need a real deal".

After we both cooled off, I wanted to talk about, but I wasnt sure, if he was serious. He was. He has a friend (I know him), who is pretty much his confidence, and they even had some threesome experience together in college...

Now, me, from five, ten, fifteen years ago, this prude unsure woman, would never agree to this, but now... I said yes in an instant.

First time was a disaster. All three of us were feeling weird, he came from a blow job, and couldnt get it up afterwards.

Second time we decided to get a few drinks to loosen up, and it worked, but again, as soon as he got into me, he came, my bf came, and I was the only one that didnt.

But, the third time it worked. And the forth, and fifth...

Now, the three of us are having sex once a week (at one period of time, we did it five times in one week), and it is amazing.

Now comes the tricky part - I am quite sure that this arrangement will have to end at one point. I saw the cracks in my bf. I have entered all of this, as his idea, with an open mind. So, last month, when they came to my home, and I got my period while showering, he was mad. Not, because I told him that, but because I offered to give them a bj. I did it, but I could see he was feeling off about it. Tried talking to him, he brushed it off, but I see it is not that way. Since I felt jealousy, I proposed to him for us to end it, he said no, again, he is fine.

Only, he is not, and I feel that I will lose him.

So, I am at this cross road, should I continue this, while aware what is going on, or should I be determined to end this threesome thing, trying to save our relationship, and most importantly, will I save it, or is it beyond repair?

These questions in the end are more rhetorical, I just needed to get this off my chest. In the end, decision is on me.

My sister is gonna get ficked. She ghosted omthe family for 9 years we haven’t seen her in person. I’m gonna teach her a hard lesson… u can’t just abandon family for a decade then randomly show up n pretend like u never left… nope not happenin.. .shes white 28 years old, blonde hair, brown eyes, petite. Let me know y’all’s thoughts?

Ok, I'm really wanting to find a vid and hoping someone can help. It was on here maybe a few months ago and seemed really popular. Young girl giving a bj, filmed by the guy. He looked outside at some point. The room is really dark and kinda looks dirty like they were in an abandoned building but the camera stays on her most of the time except for looking out the window. I don't think they spoke english, it was something european. the girl looked pretty young idk it could have been taken down. I believe the girl had brown hair tied back. She really didn't enjoy giving the blowjob obviously, but it didn't last but like 15 seconds before the guy spurted at her face. I think she was wearing a sweater lol please help

I confess I met a couple via a dating website. He likes to suck my cock while I torture his masochist wife. The trouble is they keep encouraging me to do more and more to her and I'm worried about what I might do in the throes of sex abandon.

I need help finding a flick from a while ago. The scene was one of those nicely done artistic ones featuring a male teacher and schoolgirl having sex on a desk in an abandoned school building. I believe the scene may is Euro made. The girl has on a pink skirt and olive sweater with possibly a flower on it. They start off walking through a field flirting and enter the old school building to have sex. One part of the scene shows her bent over the table getting fucked as the camera goes down to watch their feet as the table slides from the thrusts. I would really love to see this flick again if anyone can help.

THIS is apparently Michelle. Michelle is super cute and has a really great body but she's a little tall. Hey, volleyball girls are a thing so, no big deal! (*BIG* deal lol) Right? WRONG! Because she's been paired with the female version of Andy Serkis and the other is clearly "Worst in show" in the Afghan Hound Kennel Association Breeders Club Classic.
Don't let this happen to YOUR nude model and if you see it happening, even to someone else's nude model; Report it immediately at the nearest Porn Police Station. Together, we can stop idiotic porn pairing where it lives; Photography studios in the basements of abandoned meat rendering plants.
Thank you. This has been a court-ordered, mandatory public service announcement

I confess I broke my bf's heart for no reason.

I took a swig from the handle of Burnett’s vodka we were all sharing, then handed it to Greg, who I’d been flirting with for two weeks. I watched him take a swig before he poured it onto my semi-naked, bra-and-boy-shorts clad body while I danced to the summer hits of the ‘90s on Pandora. I looked up at the stars and soaked it all in. This was one of the best nights of my life. I was totally uninhibited and carefree. I would remember it forever. Greg brought me back to the moment with a love tap on the ass, and together we slid down the waterfall into the creek to join our friends.

I screamed as the rocks scraped my backside and I came crashing into the cold water. My best friends cheered me on. I don’t remember any words, only laughter. And then Greg grabbed my waist, and pulled me in close for a kiss. I turned my face away from him.

“You know I have a boyfriend,” I said, disappointed in him.

“Yeah,” he seemed to scold me, “but you know you have a boyfriend, too.”

It was the single biggest blow I’d ever received. Because he was right. What was wrong with me? I loved my boyfriend. Why did I end up here? Never crossing the line, but walking right up to it, longingly staring at what was on the other side. I’d been with Tim since high school — for nearly three years — and Greg was practically a stranger. I couldn’t possibly have real feelings for him. Why, then, did I want so badly for him to stay when he walked away?

Summer came, and I was back home with my long-distance boyfriend. I brushed away the confusing thoughts of that amazing night at the creek, and worked on my loving relationship, purposefully willing myself back into it fully. Tim was perfect. He was kind. He was a gentleman. He went down on me, like, all the time. And he loved me. He loved me so much more than anyone could ever hope to be loved. And I was lucky. I had been a fool back at school, I thought, to even consider the prospect of being apart. We spent an incredible summer together, filled with laughter, and happiness, and true, authentic, over-the-moon, head-over-heels love.

And then I moved back into school a week before the semester began. Day two back on campus, I met Josh. It was the same, all-too-familiar thing all over again. I was upfront about my relationship status, but allowed myself to flirt with him, and with the idea of disaster. After a postgame at my house, Josh and I stayed up talking until 5am, and fell asleep together on my couch. I woke up that morning and knew what I had to do.

I called the most kind and incredible person I’d ever met, and I broke his heart.

It seems downright monstrous — to abandon love for seemingly nothing. But the fact of the matter was I’d wanted that nothing for three years, and I couldn’t deny it any more. I felt unfulfilled. Maybe if we’d met when I was older, we would have been together forever. But I wasn’t older. I was in college. I was only twenty years old. And I couldn’t live with the idea that all of the carefree, adventurous parts of my life — and nights like that night at the creek, that only happened because Tim was sick at school and had gone to bed early — were over by the time I was 17.

I didn’t leave Tim for Josh. Or for Greg. Or for any one guy. I left him for, well, a lot of guys. But mostly, I left him for me. I needed to be uninhibited. I needed not to have to check in with someone if I was going to be out past two. I needed to experience all the wonderful, crazy, and scandalous things that were out there, and I needed to learn the things I could only learn about myself if I was alone. I needed to be able to go to NOLA and flash my tits if I wanted to, and know that nobody could be mad at me for it. Except for, like, my parents, but they were mad at me all the time, so who cared? I needed to make out with a stranger. I needed to be able to wingwoman my friends latenight at a frat house, even if I wasn’t interested in anyone, without feeling guilty. I needed to have first dates. I needed to feel that excitement that only comes from talking to a new guy. I needed excitement, and uncertainty, and lots of shameless attention.

I just…needed to be single. Because if I never did, I would have resented him forever.

Not everyone needs to “sow their wild oats.” But me? I did. I needed to have a period of time where I could do whatever I wanted, with whoever I wanted. I tried, for so long, to suppress it. But if you have that lingering feeling that you’re missing out on college, no matter how in love you are, no matter how you fight it, it never goes away. Ever. In fact, the more I tried to suppress it, the stronger I felt it, and I couldn’t live the rest of my life knowing that I’d never truly gotten to just be me — wild, carefree, adventurous, not-tied-down by anyone or anything, me.

Eventually, of course, I tired of being a party girl. I got it out of my system, completely, and no part of me feels the need to dance on tables or make out with a stranger in a bar. It seems to me, like it’s the kind of desire that can only be killed by having been met. Some people will argue that I gave up something substantial for something temporary, and that ultimately, it wasn’t worth it. I’d like those people to remember that argument when they are 40 years old, divorced, and depressed because they wasted their hot years on some dude who doesn’t want to pay alimony, while I am in a loving relationship, and have no desire to “see what’s out there,” because I already know.

In the end, I just sacrificed one happily ever after for another. I got closer with my friends, because I spent time with them instead of him. I was there for all of the funny stories and amazing nights. My life, as a whole, was filled with fewer fights about whether one of us was dancing with someone at a frat party, and less stress and concern about making someone else happy instead of me. Caring about someone else’s feelings more than or even as much as your own is a very grownup level of selflessness, and I wasn’t done being immature yet. So I chose me. And frankly, I wouldn’t change choosing me over him for anything in the world.

Ok, so i don't really know where to begin with this story, but i'll try to bring it to the most recent event, a female friend of mine(who used to live with me and my girlfriend for a while) got knocked up by her on again off again boyfriend. She comes from a religious background, and ended up marrying him, though i don't think she wanted to.

now here recently she had sent me a snapchat of her boobs (since they had grown i assume) but she had never sent me nudes before. She has been over a lot lately, and is shy, but i would pull her breasts out and suck them when i could get the chance, even though she is pregnant and married (to someone who used to be one of my best friends)

Well yesterday, i had to take my girlfriend to work for a couple hours, and decided to cruise around the town with her (very small town) and we went a bit out of the city limits and seen this abandoned house, or i should say couple of houses, and we stopped by. As soon as we went into one of the ran down buildings i pulled her boobs out and played with them, and almost instantly undid her pants and slid them down, and started eating her out while she stood. I guided her to the only other room in the house and sat her on the back of a very filthy couch, pulled out my dick, and tried to fuck her, but the angle was not allowing that, there were some foam matress things to the right (also very filthy) so i ran to my car (dick still out) and got my coat, sat it down and started humping her. I knew we had to hurry, one to get my girlfriend and two we were very close to a dirt road, and the place we were in had no trespassing signs all over the place.

So i was screwing her and making out with her while she moaned. I heard at least 3 cars drive by, and that was terrifying, but none pulled in to see why there was a car there luckily. I quickly came inside her and kissed her some more. I ran back to my car as she got redressed, and tried to wipe my cock off with some napkins, i'm kinda a clean freak, but i tucked it in, and we drove back to town and pulled into a Casey's gas station, used the different bathrooms simultaneously, to wash my pussy smelling hands, and my soaked penis off. I even bought a few things so i didn't just come in to use the bathroom. She talked to the cashier a bit (someone she knew) and we got in my car and waiting for my girlfriend to get out of work, while i blared my ac to cool off (my face was flushed).

She has been coming over nearly daily for the past month, and stays the nights on occasion, i can't wait for a day off that she stays were my girlfriend has to work, i want to screw her without the worry of getting busted, and being in a time crunch.

TLDR: I slept with my ex buddy's wife, who is pregnant, and came in her, in an old abandoned house out of town. It was thrilling.

Went for a drive yesterday out in the desert, started out in street clothes and ended wearing only panties while driving, I flashed so many on coming truckers, edging for about and hour and then came across an abandoned building next to the highway, was able to walk around inside in my panties, I can't wait to go back there and play around more, this time taking toys with me, I want to stick a dildo to the wall and let the house fuck me 

would you live on an abandoned island with her forever?

I'm close to abandoning ML. Not feeling the vibe I'd hope would be here when I signed up. People sign up, post, then disappear inside 24 hours. Doesn't feel like people are being "real" around these parts. Also seems like the "nice guy" approach doesn't work on the site, that one must be a jerk and demeaning to others to get any cred or perhaps interaction. There ARE some women who I enjoy on here and hopefully my presence is of value to them in some way. Should I stay or should I go?

Life, the Universe & everything.

Quotes from Douglas Adams, one of the funniest guys that ever lived.

RIP 1952 - 2001.
So long, & thanks for all the books.

“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”

"A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools."

"Arthur hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realised there was a contradiction there and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.”

“Bypasses are devices that allow some people to dash from point A to point B very fast while other people dash from point B to point A very fast. People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people from point B are so keen to get there and what's so great about point B that so many people from point A are so keen to get there. They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.”

“For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.”

“God puts an apple tree in the middle of the Garden of Eden and says, do what you like guys, oh, but don't eat the apple. Surprise surprise, they eat it and he leaps out from behind a bush shouting "Gotcha." It wouldn't have made any difference if they hadn't eaten it... because if you're dealing with somebody who has the sort of mentality which likes leaving hats on the pavement with bricks under them you know perfectly well they won't give up. They'll get you in the end.”

“He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each.”

“Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.”

“Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them round to dinner.”

“I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.”

“I'm spending a year dead for tax reasons.”

“If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don't keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working.”

“If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands.”

“If somebody thinks they're a hedgehog, presumably you just give 'em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves.”

"INFINITE: Bigger than the biggest thing ever and then some. Much bigger than that, in fact, really amazingly immense, a totally stunning size, real "wow, that's big" time. Infinity is so big that by comparison, bigness itself looks really titchy. Gigantic multiplied by colossal multiplied by staggeringly huge is the sort of concept we're trying to get across here.”

“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”

“It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes.”

“It is a rare mind indeed that can render the hitherto non-existent blindingly obvious. The cry 'I could have thought of that' is a very popular and misleading one, for the fact is that they didn't, and a very significant and revealing fact it is too.”

“It is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it... anyone who is capable of getting themselves made p******** should on no account be allowed to do the job.”

“It is an important and popular fact that things are not always what they seem. For instance, on the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much - the wheel, New York, wars and so on - whilst all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man - for precisely the same reasons.”

“Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.”

“Life is wasted on the living.”

“Many men of course became extremely rich, but this was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of because no one was really poor, at least no one worth speaking of.”

“Many words and expressions which only a matter of decades ago were considered so distastefully explicit that, were they merely to be breathed in public, the perpetrator would be shunned, barred from polite society, and in extreme cases shot through the lungs, are now thought to be very healthy and proper, and their use in everyday speech and writing is evidence of a well-adjusted, relaxed and totally unfucked-up personality.”

"Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the drug store, but that's just peanuts to space.”

“That young girl is one of the least benightedly unintelligent organic life forms it has been my profound lack of pleasure not to be able to avoid meeting.”

“The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.”

“The Guide is definitive. Reality is frequently inaccurate.”

“The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phase, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question How can we eat? the second by the question Why do we eat? and the third by the question Where shall we have lunch?”

“The impossible often has a kind of integrity which the merely improbable lacks.”

“The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”

“The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at and repair.”

“The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.”

“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.”

“There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.”

“This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.”

“Time is bunk.”

“Time, we know, is relative. You can travel light years through the stars and back, and if you do it at the speed of light then, when you return, you may have aged mere seconds while your twin brother or sister will have aged twenty, thirty, forty or however many years it is, depending on how far you traveled. This will come to you as a profound shock, particularly if you didn't know you had a twin brother or sister.”

“We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!”

“We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem.”

“You live and learn. At any rate, you live.”

“A computer terminal is not some clunky old television with a typewriter in front of it. It is an interface where the mind and body can connect with the universe and move bits of it about.”

“It's no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase "As pretty as an airport" appear.”

“If on the other hand he went to pay his respects to The Door and it wasn't there...what then?

The answer, of course, was very simple. He had a whole board of circuits for dealing with exactly this problem, in fact this was the very heart of his function. He would continue to believe in it whatever the facts turned out to be, what else was the meaning of belief? The Door would still be there, even if the Door was not.”

"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."

“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea ...”

“Men were real men, women were real women, and small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri. Spirits were brave, men boldly split infinitives that no man had split before. Thus was the Empire forged.”

“You know, it's at times like this when I'm trapped in a Vogon

airlock with a man from Betelgeuse and about to die of asphyxiation in

deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me

when I was young!

Why, what did she tell you?

I don't know, I didn't listen!”

“...was there a reason behind it? There would be no point in asking... he never appeared to have a reason for anything he did at all: he had turned unfathomably into an art form. He attacked everything in life with a mixture of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence and it was often difficult to tell which was which.”

“Anything that happens, happens.

Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen.

Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again.

It doesn’t necessarily do it in chronological order, though.”

“Ford, you're turning into a penguin. Stop it.”

“Who is this God person anyway?”

“On the way back, they sang a number of tuneful and reflective songs on the subjects of peace, justice, morality, culture, sport, family life, and the obliteration of all other life forms.”

“Well I think we've sorted all that out now. If you'd like to know, I can tell you that in your Universe you move freely in three dimensions that you call space. You move in a straight line in a fourth, which you call time, and stay rooted to one place in a fifth, which is the first fundamental of probability. After that it gets a bit complicated, and there's all sorts of stuff going on in dimensions 13 to 22 that you really wouldn't want to know about. All you really need to know for the moment is that the Universe is a lot more complicated then you might think.”

"`...You hadn't exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them had you? I mean like actually telling anyone or anything.'

`But the plans were on display...'

`On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.'

`That's the display department.'

`With a torch.'

`Ah, well the lights had probably gone.'

`So had the stairs.'

`But look you found the notice didn't you?'

`Yes,' said Arthur, `yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware of The Leopard".'"

"`Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.'

`Very deep,' said Arthur, `you should send that in to the "Reader's Digest". They've got a page for people like you.'"

"`This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer, `I never could get the hang of Thursdays.'"

"Pages one and two [of Zaphod's p********ial speech] had been salvaged by a Damogran Frond Crested Eagle and had already become incorporated into an extraordinary new form of nest which the eagle had invented. It was constructed largely of papier mache and it was virtually impossible for a newly hatched baby eagle to break out of it. The Damogran Frond Crested Eagle had heard of the notion of survival of the species but wanted no truck with it."

“this is obviously some strange usage of the word "safe" that I wasn't previously aware of.”

"`You'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's unpleasently like being drunk.'

`What's so unpleasent about being drunk?'

`You ask a glass of water.'"

"If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.'"

"There are of course many problems connected with life, of which some of the most popular are `Why are people born?' `Why do they die?' `Why do they spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?'"

"The fronting for the eighty-yard long marble-topped bar had been made by stitching together nearly twenty thousand Antarean Mosaic Lizard skins, despite the fact that the twenty thousand lizards concerned had needed them to keep their insides in."

"`We've got to find out what people want from fire, how they relate to it, what sort of image it has for them.'

The crowd were tense. They were expecting something wonderful from Ford.

`Stick it up your nose,' he said.

`Which is precisely the sort of thing we need to know,' insisted the girl, `Do people want fire that can be fitted nasally?'"

“What to do if you find yourself stuck in a crack in the ground underneath a giant boulder you can't move, with no hope of rescue. Consider how lucky you are that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your current circumstances seems more likely, consider how lucky you are that it won't be troubling you much longer.”

"Ford grabbed him by the lapels of his dressing gown and spoke to him as slowly and distinctly and patiently as if he were somebody from a telephone company accounts department."

“Arthur's consciousness approached his body as from a great distance, and reluctantly. It had had some bad times in there. Slowly, nervously, it entered and settled down into its accustomed position.”

"His eyes seemed to be popping out of his head. He wasn't certain if this was because they were trying to see more clearly, or if they simply wanted to leave at this point."

"There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind."

"`You know they've reintroduced the death penalty for insurance company directors?'

`Really?' said Arthur. `No I didn't. For what offence?'

Trillian frowned. `What do you mean, offence?'

`I see.'"

"`She hit me on the head with the rock again.'

`I think I can confirm that that was my daughter.'

`Sweet kid.'

`You have to get to know her,' said Arthur.

`She eases up does she?'

`No,' said Arthur, `but you get a better sense of when to duck.'"

"The beak was a major piece of armoury. It was a beak that would frighten any animal on earth, even one that was already dead and in a tin."

"`Could we perhaps take a snake bite detector with us to Komodo?'

`Course you can, course you can. Take as many as you like. Won't do you a blind bit of good because they're only for Australian snakes.'

`So what do we do if we get bitten by something deadly, then?'

He blinked at me as if I was stupid.

`Well what do you think you do?' he said. `You die of course. That's what deadly means.'"

"Mark turned and asked a passenger behind us if these planes ever crashed. Oh yes, he was told, but not to worry - there hadn't been a serious crash now in months."

"Virtually everything we were told in Indonesia turned out not to be true, sometimes almost immediately. The only exception to this was when we were told that something would happen immediately, in which case it turned out not to be true over an extended period of time."

"Komodo dragons sleep headfirst in large burrows. It is a very, very, very bad idea to even think of pulling its tail."

“Plenty of people did not care for him much, but then there is a huge difference between disliking somebody -- maybe even disliking them a lot -- and actually shooting them, strangling them, dragging them through the fields and setting their house on fire. It was a difference which kept the vast majority of the population alive from day to day.”

“Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which follows its own laws.”

“The idea that Bill Gates has appeared like a knight in shining armour to lead all customers out of a mire of technological chaos neatly ignores the fact that it was he who, by peddling second-rate technology, led them into it in the first place.”

“The big corporations are suddenly taking notice of the web, and their reactions have been slow. Even the computer industry failed to see the importance of the Internet, but that's not saying much. Let's face it, the computer industry failed to see that the century would end.”

“One of the problems of taking things apart and seeing how they work - supposing you're trying to find out how a cat works--you take that cat apart to see how it works, what you've got in your hands is a non-working cat. The cat wasn't a sort of clunky mechanism that was susceptible to our available tools of analysis.”

“For thousands more years the mighty ships tore across the empty wastes of space and finally dived screaming on to the first planet they came across - which happened to be the Earth - where due to a terrible miscalculation of scale the entire battle fleet was accidentally swallowed by a small dog.”

“The technology involved in making anything invisible is so infinitely complex that nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand million, nine hundred and ninety- nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety- nine times out of a billion it is much simpler and more effective just to take the thing away and do without it.”

“Since this Galaxy began, vast civilisations have risen and fallen, risen and fallen, risen and fallen so often that it's quite tempting to think that life in the Galaxy must be (a) something akin to seasick - space-sick, time sick, history sick or some such thing, and (b) stupid.”

“It wasn't his job to worry about that, though. It was his job to do his job, which was to do his job. If that led to a certain narrowness of vision and circularity of thought then it wasn't his job to worry about such things.”

“All you really need to know for the moment is that the universe is a lot more complicated than you might think, even if you start from a position of thinking it's pretty damn complicated in the first place.”

“Computer, if you don't open that exit hatch this moment I shall zap straight off to your major data banks and reprogram you with a very large axe.”

“I think all cats are wild cats. They just act tame if they think they'll get a saucer of milk out of it.”

“Look, would it save a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?”

“Now, either you all give yourselves up now and let us beat you up a bit, though not very much of course because we are firmly opposed to needless violence, or we blow up this entire planet and possibly one or two we noticed on our way out here!”

“Rome wasn't burned in a day.”

“The great thing about being the only species that makes a distinction between right and wrong is that we can make up the rules for ourselves as we go along.”

“The most misleading assumptions are the ones you don't even know you're making.”

“There is probably buried in the Western psyche a deep taboo about eating anything you've been introduced to socially.”

“Totally mad. Utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense.”

“We are not an endangered species ourselves yet, but this is not for lack of trying.”

“Don't you understand that we need to be childish in order to understand? Only a child sees things with perfect clarity, because it hasn't developed all those filters, which prevent us from seeing things that we don't expect to see.”

“If you really want to understand something, the best way is to try and explain it to someone else. That forces you to sort it out in your own mind. And the more slow and dim-witted your pupil, the more you have to break things down into more and more simple ideas. And that's really the essence of programming. By the time you've sorted out a complicated idea into little steps that even a stupid machine can deal with, you've certainly learned something about it yourself. The teacher usually learns more than the pupil does.”

"Time is the worst place, so to speak, to get lost in..."

"...he was at least twice as unbalanced now, and quite liable to fall off whatever it is that well-balanced people are supposed to be balancing on."

"In his dreams he was walking late at night along the East Side, beside the river which had become so extravagantly polluted that new life forms were now emerging from it spontaneously, demanding welfare and voting rights"

"Busy executives often didn’t have time for a full-time wife and family and would just rent them for weekends."

"It was impossible for Arthur to know this, but he just went ahead and knew it anyway."

"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer."

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.

MY SECRET JOURNAL AS A SLUT

IThe follow is an excerpt from one night in November lst year.I posted something in CL in an area close to the glory hole bookstore so i could met up with any CL guys as well anyone that showed up a the gh. I wrote it as each encounter happened using my phone. there are typos, grammar issues etc because i was writing as it happened and my mind was focused on other things at the moment and didn't bother editing it later.

NOVEMBER 18th

Load 1:
J from the boat docks-gave him my # after he fucked me at a gh to call wheneve he needed me. sent him a text that i was available for use so we met up at some unlit dead end street with a small park-he hiked up my dress and my tits spilling out of my bra he fucked me over a jungle gym-felt so good to feel the presence of hot cum inside me again-it's been nearly 2 weeks since I last made myself available to be by used by anyone in the general public who was interested in fucking me like the filthy public cum dumpster whore i am

LOAD 2:
At the gh, but I grew desperate and decided to go against my better judgment and drive about 15 minutes south of the bookstore to meet some guy in his garage… I showed up and after a few minutes was worried it was going to be a bust but after I got him excited and hard he alerted me he was about to come turned me around and punched his dick into my body and I felt his hot load shooting in the me… There's nothing like that second load entering me and adding to the already volume of cum already inside me from the first guy… It's a sensation few women experience given how disgusting most women would consider The notion of multiple men… Strangers no less…shooting there hot loads of cum into them. I on the another hand am the total opposite I don't think it's possible for me to have too many men come inside me in one night if I could have one wish I would love it if I could have 100 strangers come inside me in one night

LOAD 3:
this was the best one of the night an email responder from my craigslist posting at four in the morning… Some guy is like, let's get together I want to fill u cunt with come… I replied to that email telling him I would love nothing more than to feel his hot cum being pumped inside of me. He told me I had to come pick him up because he didn't have a car and that we would have to go somewhere outside because he didn't have anywhere to fuck me. I drove to his house in the old part of downtown . not a very good neighborhood picked him up… He was a person of color in his 20s we drove a couple blocks down and found an alley. I parked he pulled his cock out I started sucking it and then told him I wanted him to fuck me over over the hood of my car. We proceeded to get out and I pulled my dress up I pulled my tits out from my bra and grab his cock and pleased it against my body and pressed until the tip of his cock pierced me… I felt his large black cock slide deep into me pushing the come already inside me further into into my body. He told me he hadn't come in sometime and that he had a huge load for me he slammed his dick in me several times…..the pace quickens and I knew he was about to abrupt and I could feel the hotblast of seamen shooting to me… He came an amazing amount totally filled me up and it feels unbelievable I'm still tingling over it I have three loads of cum inside me… And I can't tell you the indescribable desire I have to have so many more pumped inside of me its still dark but early in the morning and I'm going to do the best I can to stock as many people as I can in the shortest amount of time possible before have to go back home I would love it if I could get another 7 to 10 loads inside me that would be a victory!!

LOAD 4: (R):
turn out to be one of my regulars … He came up to ABS around 5ish... I showed him videos of me sucking other guys cocks at the Gloryhole and then rode him reverse cowgirl in the sitting position… I told him in detail as he fucked me how indescribably amazing it felt to have his cock penetrate me... Only to be outdone by the overwhelming sensation I experience as his load pulsates down his shaft and pours into me… His load is extremely hot…leaves me tingling me quivering… It's always a good day when R’s load takes its place in my body along with all the other ones already inside

LOAD 5: (T):
another person that is fucking me on a semi regular basis every time I'm in town! And oh so how I love having his cock inside me it's a powerpack punch of eight solid inches with a bit of a curve on the shaft that sounds me into next week and I love every single Power packed penetrated thrust into me… He could fuck me all night long and I would be a happy camper I love his cock so much… I'm so happy that we reconnected because it's been too long… since the lst time when he dumped an enormous load into my body! He was so turned on by having his cock buried inside me … I must've felt so unbelievably cummy and wet from all the sperm already inside me… If you're going to fuck me you better love putting your cock inside me knowing that there's been multiple men been there before you and he definitely fits that bill… As he fucked me I could feel some of the come running down my leg from earlier encounters that morning and while I thought our session was coming to an end it was at that moment that he began fucking me at a quickening pace and told me that he was about to come inside me for a second time… I was in heaven. I drove to where he was working… And that he fucked me in an abandoned vacant government subsidized housing development. I'm currently sitting at at TB parking lot trying to line up a new person from CL to come and put dick inside me and come in me

LOAD 6:
back at the gh….ball guy that came into my booth and had a hard time coming but jerked off and slammed into me at the last moment

Load seven:
another stranger that came in my booth and I sucked him off then he spun me around and jerk his cock off and shot a very nice very hot load of come all over my ass… I'm pretty sure some of it made its way into my body which is always a bonus

Load eight:
another anonymous Gloryhole load of the night… Beautiful cock sucked him then out of the clear blue he declared through the whole I want to come in your ass😊 I turned around, arched back, k slid my panties down and slowly inching my way back onto his cock unfurled and hard all 10 inches. I chirped with the delight as his dick slowly disappeared into my body. I must say there's something special and sinfully delightful about riding a cock through a Gloryhole… Every single thing about that complete stranger is an unknown I don't know how Talley is I don't know what color hair he has no idea what he looks like sometimes I don't even know what color he is all I know is his kayak is the treating through a hole and that's all I need to know do you spread my legs and let him put his dick inside me until he is ready to shoot it into my body… There's nothing comfortable about it ir convenient or easy but being a Gloryhole whore committed to always having unprotected sex is one of the most gratifying things in my quest to truly be an unspeakable whore… I reject condoms and refuse to allow people to fuck me with one.

LOAD 9: …
C from the gangbang with his amazing cock that looks like a ….. he was so excited to see me and I too was equally excited to know that he would soon be deep inside me again pumping me full of semen as he had done all throughout the summer. Suck this cock for no less than 30 seconds before he couldn't wait any longer… I was on all fours with my face buried on the floor of the bookstore well he hovered over me and drove his dick balls deep into me… And what a prize he delivered into my body a big ass load of hot thick cum

LOAD 10:
in the best was yet to come my favorite regulars for the gh….RC man he fucked me for a while in there was so much cum n me and leaking out all while he was working me but in the end he deposited a nice load in the me and I was very thankful

Load 11:
some CL responder not far from GH.... I showed up at the house and he fucked me and his couch and I got a nice load put inside me… As I told him I was so grateful to have his load take its rightful place in the pantheon of other loads buried deep inside me tonight

LOAD 12:

CL responder Meet up at Glory Hole: What a small world… It just so happened to be the maintenance man from the Days Inn where I used to get a hotel room meant to fuck men when I posted on craigslist I so remember him too… I remember him always eyeballing me just a little bit too long… Like he was really interested in me… Most notably I remember when he asked me, The very first thing he ever said to me about my boobs…..Not withstanding the very reason why I had a hotel room there to begin with which was to indiscriminately fuck is many strangers as possible… I still found his question rather rude and irked me even though I was still friendly to him afterwards… Well it turns out he knew more than I thought and he was quite attracted to me. He told me that He was aware that I was meeting with men from the craigslist to have sex… He told me he desperately wanted to join in. He told me that he would go in the room next-door and listen to me get fucked and jack off . That whole story ended up being rather an erotic part of our entire first encounter.... He told me all the times that he jacked off thinking about me and I told him that finally at long last the next load that he shoots thinking about me is going to go where where it really belongs inside my body… He fucked me until it hurt he laid me on the floor of the ABS. and fucked me until into next week… He repeatedly told me how much he could sense all the cum that was inside me…it seem to excite him until he came and filled me up Ive never seen anyone run out of the gh booth faster than him after cumming to his senses……lol

my name is Amy. and this is just a small something that happened to me, a little over a month ago. im still trying to come to terms with it a bit.
as i said a little over a month ago, i was walking home, and i was grabbed by two guys and taken to an abandoned shop, they dragged me to the back of the shop and tied my hands in front of me after stripping me. they held me down on my hands and knees as they brought in their doberman... which they got to rape me. i couldn't move or escape, i just had to take the cock. all the while they watched they were jerking off and jerked off into a cup. when the dog had finished, before they untied me, they made me drink down their cum, then left.

the thing is though, i can't not think of that day without getting really turned on.
i think there is something wrong with me.....

I'm coming out as a male supremacist. I truly believe we are on the verge of abandoning the ludicrous notion of female equality. Men of every colour and creed have built everything we know as civilisation. Think of any human endeavour and its heroes - socrates, aristotle, da vinci, einstein, shakespeare, dickens... the list is endless.

Frankly, women have turned up in the last 30 years to go shopping! The sooner we reassert our supremacy, the sooner the human race will benefit.

Are there any likeminded people out there willing to fight the good fight?