This place is no longer pushing boundaries, it is in fact, because of the goody goody self appointed censors, just like all the other 10 a penny, bog standard porn sites. You could stick a pin in the screen and find a thousand sites just like it ( not recommended for fellow Mac users but OK for those with a PC) Censorship kills controversy, exchange of views, intellectual debate, artistic expression and can lead to a low sperm count and impotence in teenage boys and a desire to help out around the house instead of spanking the monkey all day. So come on guys, get some fucking balls and get your depraved shit on here. This has been a post by the 'Centre for Unfulfilled Net Tossers' or CUNT for short.

I confess we need something more artistic on here.

I just finished jerking off to this photoshopped pic created by a faking artist of my daughter Nancy

Once again an Ashley Madison contact turns out to be fake. What a shock! This person, who went by the name "Vanessa," sent me a message and we traded four or five emails over the course of a week. She sent me five pictures in all, which I'm guessing came from some random Facebook account. She told a pretty convincing story: forty years old, in the midst of a divorce, born in Scotland and brought by her parents to the States when she was still a child. The parents died in a car wreck some years back. She was a freelance makeup artist who mostly worked on movie locations and, in this particular instance, was on a shoot in Turkey but planned to be back in our home town in about a week.

Her emails were long and personal, explaining that her husband had booted her out for a younger woman and how she hadn't had much luck on A/M until I responded to her initial inquiry. She also hadn't had sex in about a year, etc. But there were a few red flags that told me, pretty much right away, that this was going to be a scam. First, she never discussed what part of the city she lived in, while also mentioning nothing that would have indicated her familiarity with the area, despite my questions along those lines. And while her vocabulary was sophisticated, she occasionally used words that weren't quite what she meant, or expressions that seemed stilted. I've been an editor for many years and have a pretty good ear for when people are writing in English but it's not their first language. That was definitely the case here. Finally, her emails got sexual fairly quickly, as if we'd skipped a few steps in the normal man/woman getting-to-know-you phase.

I was curious to see where this would lead. So even being 95 percent sure this was bogus, I went along and provided equally engaging replies, while making sure not to give away any specific personal details. With her alleged "return to town" just a couple of days away, I was ready for the hook. And sure enough ...

In her final email to me, she wove a tale of woe that was equal parts entertaining and absurd. She claimed she needed to retrieve her makeup shipment from a local source, but the supplier had raised his prices and she didn't have enough cash to make up the difference. She claimed to ask the film production company to "give her a raise" but in the same sentence insisted they would only pay her upon completion of the job. She ended her email like this:

"What hurts most is that I do not have enough money on me to sort the bill and really hate myself for what I am about to do. I am at a crossroad, can you possibly lend me some money? I will pay back once I return home."

You see what I mean by the odd syntax?

OK -- there are so many things wrong with this scenario. First, if she was only retrieving her makeup supplies now, a couple of days before leaving for home, what the fuck had she been using on the movie set up to that point? Second, who goes to some foreign location as a makeup artist without having one's supplies in hand, since you could hardly expect to find the unique items she claimed to require in some random place in Turkey. Third, what kind of company that deals in such exotic items -- she insisted this was all custom stuff -- does not also take credit cards or, conversely, who goes overseas without having the means to withdraw funds from an ATM. It's fairly certain most places in Turkey are somehow connected to the international banking system, right?

Here was my reply:

Hi Vanessa:

No.

Nice story, though. And by the way, we say "crossroads," not crossroad.

Love,
Zac

Naturally I did not receive a reply. But just to play with this person's mind a bit more without giving away too much of my game, I sent this email the following morning:

Hi Vanessa,

So -- does this mean we're NOT getting together when you "return"? That's a shame. I was looking forward to sliding my talented tongue into your sweet "Scottish" pussy. Does it taste like haggis? LOL!

Your friend,
Zac

Found this video on here and was wondering if anyone knows the name of the song and or artist. Any help would be appreciated.

Wee my first post here ever and I figured I might as well do a confession.

I am an artist who likes to draw females, sexy ones. From Zombie pin up girls to to vanilla ones.

This girl is named Pauline, she is 24 and from Kenya. we met on Facebook a few years back, not sure how that happened.I posted a few of my drawings on my page one day and she liked them. go to a few weeks later and I decided to use real models to inspire some more realistic drawings and decided I would hire a few of my friends. I was talking to Pauline about it and she decided she wanted to be part of it, I decided since I am paying I might get some nudes of her and she obliged by sending me this first, however she wanted a $1000 for the rest of the pics. I figured it was too much but played along and got allot of them from her.

I never paid her (couldn't afford to) and blocked her from Facebook. Should I feel bad?

i am the greatest artist alive...... sorry to the rest of you

This bartende/artist  drives me insane. I want to fuck her so bad. 

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes when I get bored and there is a spam ad with a woman in tight fitting clothes, I can't help but to artistically undress them in Photoshop.

GGeorgeL fantastic artist ahead of time . Maybe someday others will follow .

I have been branded- (tattooed) by my wife... as her sissy. She doesn’t want my little clitty (cock) anymore. She has recently made me ask for permission to cum and if she finds out I’ve done it without she’s locking me up in chastity 24/7! She can’t use me as a full toilet due to a house guest since June, this is driving her crazy! So She has started me on herbals that contain estrogen and it’s making my clitty even softer than it was, I can hardly manage a consistent half hard cock anymore. She only allows me to cum with a condom on over my little shaft and balls. After I rub my little encased clitty and cum she makes me wear it until I piss in it, carefully remove it then she makes me drink the contents of piss and cum before she relieves herself pissing in my mouth which I must drink and suck down without missing a drop. She believes her hormones will aid in my further sissification! She’s so proud of her tattoo she’s made me pay for with a blowjob to the artist who did it. She tells her friends, and even had me show it on occasions. She loves showing off my panties too.

I’m so horny to suck cock, and get fucked because she loves watching me fuck and suck men, she talks about it all the toms keeping me horny and when I am rubbing she tells me she loves watching gay men get done by me. She loves me to be gay (not that I can deny I am) she loves her control and power however she can have it over me.

Anyone else been branded a sissy or faggot by their dominant wives?

As a Tattooo Artist have had many strange requests and up till a few years ago I would'nt do Genitalia but have changed that rule when it comes to ladies.
I and other Artists I know get to do many Tattoos close to ladies pussies and a few even up tonow on the outside of the Labia but earlier had a request from a lady wanting her 3 childrens names tattooed on the inside of her Labia.
I tell you what it is bloody hard when you have a fit looking Yummy Mummy laying on the bench with her pussy spread wide open to Tattoo but I managed even if all I could think about was filling her vagina when the entrance right there and even when done and sterlised the area was so tempted to slip finger in but gloves on and you never know might get work off her mates so heres hoping for lots of future pussy on display maybe I should see about payment in BJs.

Any photoshop artists out here who would like to show me what she will look like after the torture session?

is there a girl here to comment this artistic cock made by my wife at sxm?

Im coming clean on motherless of all my things ive kept secert.
Ok I was kicked outta my old school for miss behaving amd was sent to a school
like 30miles from my house this bus would stop at other places to pick up kids. To drop them off at thier homes. I ended up meeting this one girl who lived behide all these trees sorta near a farm they were black she had a sister n a brother and a old sister who rode a different bus.She was abot 8 or 9 and I was 11 or 12 I dont remember how we started doing this but I know what I would tell the bus drive when I went to sit with her. We were technically not allowed to sit with the girls on the bus but I was a good lier . A con artist you can say am again a trait that I hasn't left me. Well I told the bus driver I was sitting next to her to show her this cool book I checked out the bus driver gave me the ok. So I sat next to her and again I dont remember how we started this but I do remember always normally doing it.

So when sitting next to her id open the book wide and she was short so you really couldn't see her in the seat so id unzip my zipper and pull out my soft penis and id push her head down and say suck it like a lollipop. I occasionally think back to this and and can get a semi hard on. I remember one time she did it her teeth draggd kn my shaft n at first it was painful n I yelled at her. N the next we did it again n I made her do it intentional cause it started to feel good. I wonder to this day did she ever tell anyone.

Everyone has their thing for porn and masturbation.
Sometimes, I like a classy looking girl in a more artistic look then just some big tittied bitch getting fucked five ways till Sunday.
Lets just put it out there, women who make stock model shots on Deviantart.com.
Some of this shit is really really good. Very cute, very sexy, and always good for a wank. What I'm on my soapbox for, is that one woman I frequent often locked up all her stock and posted a message to everyone simply stating (and I paraphrase);
"I'm sick and tired of people making sexual statements and advances towards me because of my stock. I have asked you several times not to do this, and also to stop making comments on my feet as sexual objects. I'm locking up my stock and will not be showing it again for the foreseeable future. You people who find sexual pleasure in my stock are disgusting and I would beat each of you with in an inch of your life."

Okay hun, lets talk for a second like adults.
You posted pictures of yourself in next to nothing, in various provocative poses, on the internet.
What the hell did you think was going to happen?
I've seen this a lot in the last few years and it amazes and disgusts me all at the same time.
For a teenager who is young and dumb I have some sympathy. You don't know what the hell your doing.
But for a 23 year old woman (and older) to be bitching about this day after day is just stupid and Juvenal.
If you can't take it, don't post your fucking pictures on the internet. A talent scout isn't going to come across them and make you a star, people aren't going to praise you on your creativity and artistic skills, they are going to see you as wank off material.
You wanna be seen as a woman and not a thing? Fucking act like it.

Okay, I've decided to start up a thread for people to request fakes. I'm not going to dedicate a whole bunch of time to it, but if anyone wants to post pictures of girls they'd like me to fake, I'll get around to it.

Now, I'm not the greatest artist out there, but some of the fakes I've seen on here are so horrifically bad, that I've decided I have to help. That said, don't get upset if you post a picture and I don't get around to faking it. It's not like I'm doing this for a living - it's a hobby and a way to improve my photoshop skills. I'm going to pick the pictures that I think are the best girls and the easiest to fake, and those are the ones I'm going to do. But don't be afraid to post any pictures you want, or tell me what you'd like me to do.

I can do fake cumshots as well as nudes/hardcore. I'll upload a few pics as examples. I also have no limits at all, so if anyone would like me to do some... less than savory fakes (as in, stuff that might get the thread shut down), feel free to message me; just don't post it on here.

Looking for Artistic Nudes ;)
Chicks who think it's art and, in a way it kinda is but I'm just going to wank over them.

Starting this off with a weird one from a girl I once knew.
If there is anything you can do with them, I'd love to see them.

artistic

Just an artist and his lady looking for some Love, please do share... I would. Thank you kindly, good day.

I've been married to Jacqui for five years. We'd been dating for a couple of years before that. Jacqui married me when she was nineteen. We met through our interest in amateur dramatics. Jacqui joined a small theatre company that I was a member of. We rehearse once or twice a week. It wasn't until last year when we got a new director that we started performing more interesting plays. Before it had all been musicals etc, but now we moved onto more adult themes. It wasn't suddenly all sex and violence, but we started doing plays with a bit of nudity or bedroom scenes.

We all enjoyed the change. At first it didn't really affect Jacqui and I as we normally only had small roles but things changed last year when Jacqui was given an important role in a new play. It was only late one evening while we were reading through the script at home that we realised that the role called for Jacqui to appear naked in some scenes. In several others she was required to only wear underwear and towards the end of the play she would get involved in a love scene with the leading actor which would mean him stripping Jacqui first down to just her panties and generally groping her all over and then removing her panties and supposedly making love to her in a bed.

This caused both of us to think deeply as to whether we wanted to be involved in this. In the end we decided that as the play was in good taste and that the love scenes had artistic merit it would be foolish and prudish for Jacqui to say that she wouldn't do them.

I think it actually added a bit of spice to our relationship because certainly later that night as I mounted Jacqui my thoughts were of my pretty, young wife being naked amongst our fellow actors, some of whom we regarded as friends. I think Jacqui found it exciting too because she was very wet when I entered her but, unfortunately, the excitement was too much for me and I came in her after only a couple of minutes. I finished Jacqui off by using my fingers and tongue on her clit and pussy. This is very effective with Jacqui. She has very prominent pussy lips which are very sensitive, they hang at least an inch down from her hole, and her clit is also very visible, standing clearly out from the surrounding folds of skin even before she is aroused.

We both derive great pleasure from the attention I lavish on her pussy lips. I can spend hours sucking and pulling on them to elongate them even further. Jacqui often keeps her pubic mound shaved and this only accentuates her long, hanging lips even further.

It was while I was using my mouth on her that evening that I realised that not only would Jacqui be naked amongst our friends but she would also be revealing to everyone the fact that she shaves her pussy. Strangely I found the thought exciting. It had never occurred to me before that the thought of my wife being seen naked in public and being groped by another man would be erotic to me but we both had a good time in bed that evening.

Over the next few weeks we had many rehearsals and it was kind of strange to see my wife in the arms of another man, in this case the lead actor Ken. We hadn't had a dress rehearsal yet so Jacqui hadn't had to strip off in front of everyone but the thought of her doing this kept us very active in the bedroom.

We were both very excited after coming home one evening after we had spent a few hours rehearsing the scenes where Jacqui has her breasts felt by Ken in the play. Although she had her clothes on for the rehearsal and we were only really going over the dialogue, Ken still used to opportunity to give Jacqui a good feel. From where I stood at the edge of the stage I could see Ken caressing and stroking Jacqui's breasts through her blouse. At one point he ran his hands down over her ass and lifted her short skirt at the back and we could all see his fingers briefly slip inside the edge of her panties. There was no objection from Jacqui and certainly everyone else on the cast was enjoying seeing my pretty wife being felt up by her handsome partner on stage. I was finding this exciting too, and I had plenty of time to watch them as I only had a small part to play in this production.

Each evening when we came home from the hall where we had been practising we would go straight to the bedroom where Jacqui would immediately lay on the bed. I would spend the next hour or so with my face between her thighs as I gnawed and sucked on her juicy cunt lips. Quite often I would not even get to fuck her. Jacqui would have several orgasms while I ate and sucked at her sweet pussy.Sometimes she would rub me off afterwards, sometimes not.

Eventually the time came where we had a full dress rehearsal, or in Jacqui's case it should have been undress rehearsal as she spent most of the day and evening absolutely naked. It was mid morning on a Saturday and the first scene we went through was where Jacqui gets naked out of a bed to meet her on-stage lover Ken. Jacqui arrived on stage wearing a loose gown which came down to mid thigh. I had wondered why the hall was so busy on that morning as at least half of the men present had no real need to be there. I then realised that they had turned up to see my wife strip off on stage. All eyes were on Jacqui when the time came for her to shed the gown and get under the covers. I thought she might have slipped into the bed while still wearing it and then taken it off under the bed covers, but no, she removed it in front of us all and actually stood facing us absolutely naked.

I knew that all the men in the hall were looking at her body, there were about fifteen of us hanging around that Saturday morning. As she stood before us, raised as she was a few feet up on the stage, I knew that I wasn't the only man to let his eyes drift down past her full breasts to her shaven pussy with her cunt lips clearly hanging down between her white thighs.

Jacqui seemed to revel in the stares of the men and was in no hurry to cover herself up. Eventually, however, she got into the bed and the rehearsal commenced. For the rest of that day until we went home in the evening Jacqui didn't put her clothes back on. All the men were treated to the sight of my wife displaying herself openly. The bedroom love scene with Ken is only a couple of minutes in the play but seemed to take hours to rehearse that day as Ken was allowed time after time to feel her breasts and ass and then lay her on the bed and eventually lie on top of her to simulate sex.

I'm sure all the men watching were turned on by the action on stage, because every man loves to see a pretty girl being made love to. I know I was turned on too by seeing my young wife naked with another man. Several times I had to adjust my trousers, especially when Ken lay naked on top of Jacqui and began moving his body up and down for realism. We all noticed that Ken was sporting a semi hard on when he dismounted from Jacqui each time and on one occasion I could see his thickening member lying between her engorged pussy lips, which was partly due to Jacqui raising her legs around Ken's waist, which wasn't actually called for in the script.

Our director called for a coffee break as Ken lay between Jacqui's spread thighs, his buttocks rising and falling gently. It was my duty that day to do the coffee and it was a peculiar feeling handing mugs of steaming coffee around as my wife lay in bed with another man. As I took theirs over to them I noticed that Ken had pulled the covers over their naked bodies but that he was still lying on top of Jacqui. I also noticed that Ken's body was still moving up and down in the simulation of sex, perhaps more so than it was earlier. Ken turned to me and grinned as I placed their mugs by the side of the bed. I knelt down by the head of the bed intending to talk to Jacqui during the break and it was then that I noticed the flushed look on her face. It suddenly dawned on me that they weren't simulating sex, Ken was actually fucking my wife as I knelt beside them. I felt such a fool for not realising sooner what they were doing. I felt humiliated and didn't know quite what to do. In the end I did nothing and just knelt there as Ken's movements under the sheets became more and more obvious. At one stage Jacqui began to make small crying noises as Ken brought her to a climax. It is to my shame that it was me who covered her mouth with my hand to quieten her. With my hand on her mouth I could feel her shudders as the orgasm took her, I could also feel the vibrations as Ken ejaculated into her at the same time.

It must have been obvious to everyone else in the hall what was going on. I felt totally humiliated by the situation but I also had a raging hard on in my trousers. Ken actually said thank you to me as I took my hand away from Jacqui's mouth. There was further *********** as, a few minutes later, Ken pushed the covers back and lifted himself off my wife. I think all the men present probably saw him slip his long cock out of Jacqui's hole. He certainly wasn't hiding anything as he walked across to the front of the stage to talk with his mates. His foreskin was pulled back and the head of his cock was glistening with his and Jacqui's love juices. There was even a small string of cum still hanging from the tip of his cock. He was making it clear to all his friends that he had just fucked my wife.

Like the cuckolded husband that I was, I helped my freshly fucked wife to her feet. Worse was to follow, as I took her hand to lead her away to the cloakroom I noticed that there was a large wet stain in the centre of the bed. Ken's cum had already started to run from my wife's stretched pussy and more of it ran down her thighs as we walked to the side of the stage. At one point Jacqui actually put her hand between her legs to stop the flow dripping onto the wooden floor of the stage. Her hand came away coated in Ken's cum. I was shocked when she absentmindedly put the fingers to her mouth to clean them.

My face was burning with embarrassment at the episode but I was also so turned on that when we reached the cloakroom I pulled Jacqui inside and, without bothering to close the door properly, I turned her around and bent her over the wash basin. I kept one hand on her back as I released my penis from my pants and in one movement I slipped straight into her from behind. I couldn't believe how wet she was. I was also amazed that she seemed so loose, there was little or no feeling from the walls of her cunt. Ken must have really stretched her when he fucked her because my rock hard cock was hardly touching the edges. I thought I might have difficulty cumming in such a large, stretched hole but it was when I glanced down and saw my cock covered with another mans cum that I suddenly started shooting my load into her.

Jacqui and I got ourselves cleaned up after that. We had a quick kiss and cuddle and she said she was glad that I'd fucked her after Ken because it showed that I wasn't mad at her. We kissed again and made our way back to the stage.

The remainder of the day went by fairly quickly. It was later, when we got home, that we next spoke about what had happened. I admitted that it had turned me on. Jacqui, for her part, admitted that she found Ken very attractive and had been fantasising about him for some time. She apologised for acting like a slut in front of our friends, but I surprised myself by saying that I liked her acting like that. I asked Jacqui what it felt like to have had another cock inside her as she had been a virgin when we had met. She told me that although she still loved me, she also loved the feel of Ken's much larger cock inside her. She said he had really filled her and that she could actually feel him inside her which she couldn't always with me. We made love well into the night with Jacqui eventually bringing me off with her hand because she said she felt too sore to have me inside her.

From that Saturday onwards there was very little pretence that Ken wasn't actually fucking my wife at every opportunity. Whether it was as part of the rehearsal for the play or during the breaks in between Ken would shove his fat cock up my darling wife. After each rehearsal of the bedroom scene the sheets would need to be changed as Ken deposited his spunk up my wife and a spreading wet patch would be evident on the bed.

Often I would go home on my own as Ken drove Jacqui off to his flat to continue their lovemaking on into the night. She would come home to me in the early hours of the following morning with his cum still running down her legs.

I had stopped fucking Jacqui myself by this time. First of all she was getting no pleasure from it because she couldn't feel my little cock inside her stretched hole anymore. Secondly, she had developed a habit of sliding her shaven pussy over my face as soon as she returned home to me and I would shoot my load onto my stomach as I sucked her long cunt lips into my mouth. The taste and feel of Ken's spunk as it ran from her hole and dripped from her raw looking lips onto my face was too much and my hand would drift down to my hard cock and I would bring myself off with a few strokes.

It had taken only a matter of a few weeks for me to change from a normal married man to this stranger who waited at home while his wife went off with her lover and then performed oral sex on her after she returned. Our week long stint at the local theatre went well and we got rave reviews from the local press. Apparently they liked the realism of some of the scenes. Jacqui was now a changed woman. She loved the attention she was getting and she admitted later that exposing herself on stage before a couple of hundred people really turned her on. I'm not sure if the audience realised that she was getting fucked on stage each night but the rest of the cast and stage hands certainly knew. I only found out later that she had let two other men have access to her body during the run of the show. One was the director, Gavin, the other was Ted who worked the curtains.

Since that show approximately half the cast have had sex with my wife, some on a regular basis and others as a one off. All our friends are aware of Jacqui's infidelities and most of them are also aware that my sexual preference these days is to use my tongue on my wife's well fucked cunt. There is nothing more pleasurable than the feel of Jacqui straddling my face with her slimy cunt and seeing her raw red pussy lips running with another mans cum.

Wow, Interesting..the dick of the Guy who is Actually the real Lilian Sweet. Another Bullshit artist who is too scared to reveal who he really is....

I love japanese porn comics. I have shot my load to them all the time. Brilliant artists and writers.

Beautiful artist. 

So my fiance is now 27 years old. She has been with over 40 men through out her whole life. She has had many different tings happen to her voluntary and not. I will tell a series of stories about her and her adventures and misadventures.

The first happened when she was 11. He mother had just passed away and her father a local doctor was more interested in work and chasing tail. She was left home many tomes with care takers and her brother, but mostly just the care takers. The first care taker that she was left with was a male who would run her to all the events she had go to, being an athlete and all. When she was sad he would hold her and when she wanted to play in the pool he came to. Eventually he started taking liberties with her pussy and her small just budding breast. The last time he felt her up he pierced her hymen.

After this happened her father tried one more care taker. A couple who seemed to fit all the criteria for the job, so it seemed. The couple turned out to be drug dealers who let unsavory people in their home, and threw wild parties while her father was out of town. One night at said party, My fiance, thirteen at the time, had just came home from basketball practice. Her brother and all his friends were partying and there were other that she had not seen before their also. She went down to the party for a while and had a few drinks, then decided to retire to her room upstairs. When the awoke the next morning she was unclothed and had no idea what happened the previous night. There were talks through out her family that her brother and his friend raped her. Some say that the meth heads that were their at the party could have done it. No one really know what happened that night though.

Later on she was molested one more time within her youth, she was fifteen. Her uncle took advantage of her when she was watching T.V. late at night. After this she took to fucking random men all the time for fun.

One of my favorite stories was how she was broke in by a BBC that she worked with for the first time when she was twenty . They were seeing each other loosely and had not yet fucked. He took her to a bar to go watch the Mavs play, and have some drinks. After she went back to his place to smoke some weed and chill. Of course when she got there he was instantly trying to get in that ass. She was flirting but not really giving in. They smoked and talked for a while until she started getting the spins. She had enough. She went to his room to go lay down and sleep it off. The next thing she knew she was being woke up to a man pulling her panties off and unbuttoning her bra, she was belly down at the time. He grabbed her by her sweet thick hips and plunged himself right in her. She told me that she had never whined more than she did that night. He fucked her raw that night, and even tore her a little bit. She was turned off to BBC for a while after that one. But he did leave her with a sweet little cream pie!!!

The last is the latest. This happened the year before we had met. She was dead set on getting this large chest tattoo. The picture is irrelevant. She was short on cash but she really wanted it. She had a friend that was big into tattoo culture and knew people. So she set her up to have that tattoo done one night at her friends home. When the artist arrived he did not have his gear with him... This was curious of course. After speaking they found out he thought she was going to just come out to his home for the tattoo. Somehow she though hey, OK cool lets go. When she got to his home he did the tattoo and did a great job also. After he felt that he was entitled to some of her goods. He started feeling her up and down. He fingered her and sucked her nipples even. She told him no she did not want to and was not OK with it. At this he pried her legs open and took what he wanted. That night he raped her twice, vaginally, and once anally. Their after he told her that she was his and she was having his baby.

Now we live together and I can fuck her any way I want when ever I want.

Thank you to all the people who broke her in before me, Making her my sweet little cum slut who I can fuck how ever I like !!!

Not sure how many artists are out there, but I'm looking for some perverted drawings of this girl. Anything will do! Post up examples and I'll DM you.

Mel is such an artist. 

Every board needs a music thread. And the measure of any man (or woman) is what they consider good music--no matter if pedo or not, lol. So ML brethren, what say you? Suppose you've had a few drinks, you're by your lonesome and you want some music to help you forget your troubles of today but also help conceive of the possibilities of the coming days. What do you NEED to listen to? And I'm sorry, but no responses of country music artists are allowed---well, except for those before 1974 or thereabouts. ;D

Ok, so I must confess that, at least recently, I prefer a well written story to videos and pictures. Perhaps it is because words can evoke images better than poorly acted lines and awkward "for the camera" sex that does not really translate well to real life.

My only real issue with literotica is the phrase "emptied my balls". I see it often in posts and stories and it stops me dead in my tracks. This led to conversations with other people and I came to realize that most people misunderstand how the male body produces semen.

So this is my mini "sex ed" for you folks: The balls produce sperm, which is microscopic. SEMEN is produced behind the bladder in the seminal vesicle. Meaning your balls do not empty when you cum. This is why you still ejaculate (sans sperm) after a vasectomy. Some of you are reading this and are saying "no shit", but trust me, there are people shaking their heads right now in shock, and some that don't believe it. I actually had an argument with someone because they didn't want a vasectomy because "nothing would come out when they had sex."

Yes, I'm fun at parties. People have their quirks. Maybe a carpenter looks at things and sees flaws in construction, artists see flaws in paintings, if there are writers reading this, they are likely picking apart my grammar and sentence structure. I notice when science is bad.

'Tis all.

---Cue Trolls in 3....2....1....go.

This is the dumbest shit I have ever read. This is why I hate muslims and can't stand islam. They're a bunch of bullshit artists that speak SHIT.

Question: Why can muslim men have as much women as they want and women be denied this same benefit?
Answer: Women get the same benefit but not in this life. Only in the next life. Praise Allahbaba.

http://www.islamweb.net/womane/nindex.php?page=showfatwa&FatwaId=83959

Question:
I don't mean to sound like a disbeliever, but scholars always speak of the reward for men in heaven how they will have "Hour al-'Een". How can a man can keep more than one wife? What's in it for women? I believe Allah to be a Just and Fair God. I just want to understand. If there are any books you recommend I would be grateful. I need to learn more because I feel that the way Islam is preached nowadays is undeserving to God. There are so many misconceptions and preachings that make you want to turn away from Islam. Allah is a kind God, Tender and Gentle with His worshippers. Where is all this meanness and bad presentations coming from?

Answer:
Praise be to Allah, the Lord of the World; and may His blessings and peace be upon our Prophet Muhammad and upon all his Family and Companions.

One has to believe that Allah, The Great and Almighty, is Just, Generous Affectionate, Wise and All-Knowing. He does what He likes and chooses; no one has the right to review or rebut His Orders. So, He, in His Wisdom, has chosen that a man can marry four women, not the opposite. Here, only those who have faith and insight can recognize the wisdom behind such a ruling.
He has decreed that a believer can take delight in a number of al-Hour al-'Een (dark-eyed damsels), while a believing woman only loves her husband and wants nobody but him.
Allah Says (interpretation of meaning): {And with them will be chaste females, restraining their glances (desiring none except their husbands), with wide and beautiful eyes. [37:48].
You have to know that there are no unmarried people in Paradise. A woman who was spinster or her husband was not from the people of Paradise will be given a husband and rewarded with Divine blessings and bliss, that no a human being can imagine.
In addition, know that there is no similarity between affairs of this life and those of the Hereafter.
In other words, a woman may wish to have more than one husband in this world, but she will not have such a desire in the Hereafter, i.e. in the Paradise, since her delight lies in having only one husband, without wishing a substitute.
This, in fact, shows completeness of the Divine wisdom, His ability and kindness.
Thus, a Muslim is advised to seek from this Present Life what leads him/her to the Paradise. In simple words, he/she does not have to be engaged with such matters (discussed in this Fatwa) that cannot be changed.
If Allah honors him/her with entering the Paradise, he/she will see what no eye has ever seen, hear what no ear has ever heard and what no one can imagine.
We ask Allah to make us and you from the people of His Paradise and favor.
Allah knows best.

I caught a view of my neighbors in my building across the way with their lights on. It was probably the best thing I've ever seen, I had no idea who it was. Then I met a couple in the hot tub and realized after this I had seen the girl dance professionally and artistically after. I realized no matter what, I will never reach that level of eros in this life. Bathsheba is nothing.

Alright, I just had a fun idea!
Deviant art!!
Why has no one thought of rummaging through there and posting pictures they find?
I was just roaming around on the site, and there's all kinda of "artistic nudes".

So hows about it guys and gals? Why don't we go lurking around there and post our finds here?

Since I don't want to bother with attachments and shit, I'll just post URL's.

Here we go:
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/266/9/8/naked_day_by_badjenny-d5flozl.jpg

So the girl on the left was always notorious in my town for being a massive slut. Always sucking dicks to get what she wants. Anyway about two years ago she did a "fashion shoot"and nothing else was ever mentioned. She needed the money etc... Ive managed to find a few topless photos from that set using google images. Farely tame artistic stuff but i know theres more out there. What do you think of her? 21 years old from Devon, England.

Love this sometimes netter than real porn guess it's an artist thing

todauy marks the anniversery of micheal jackson deadth. i confess when i first heard his song Thriller Thriller! i heard it again all the time i loved him as a musicision artist caring man. he music inspired me go to college to become a nurse. he never touched any kid in his life~ the proof is inside the track Billy Jean~ "shes just a girl. i claim that im not the one the kid is not sin" everyone who lied up stories about him did it so dit it only to get 30 minutes of fame and courtlaw money. these people drove micheal to depression until he couldn't take it anymore until he killed himself with pill bottles. i hopw your happy you happy fucking evil people

if your one of those who loved mj like me, post your favorite micheal song, moment and outfit. micheal jackson appreciate topic!

I have been going to college all this semester and there is this one girl who I absolutely cannot get out of my mind. She is perfect. She is not a 10 out of 10 by any means, but she is stunning and is the girl of my dreams. Her name is Sasha, and I cannot fathom how I can just sit here and let her slip away from me without talking to her. I just love how she always dresses in tight yoga pants that show off her huge ass, and beautiful thighs. The thought of me digging my face into her asshole and mound is more than enough to make me cum. She also has short hair, sort of a bob haircut. And I can only imagine ramming her from behind while pulling her short hair hard, making her scream in pleasure. But this isn't a girl I only want to fuck. No, she's more than that. She is an artist as well. She is kind of nerdy, and is quiet. I can already envision her being one of those nice and quiet girls who are absolute animals in the bedroom. She is a girl I would marry and take home to my parents house. And if there is a chance where I could talk to her and ask her out for a coffee to become friends, and then take it to the next level. I would do it in a heartbeat. Obviously so I can fuck her brains out, but maybe even get her pregnant and become the mother of my children. She has that motherly look to her that turns me on so much. Sasha, I want you so bad, you don't even know.

i have seen the future. the South will removed from The Normal US. all prisons will be moved to the south. most darkies will naturally migrate there, leaving NUS to thrive and prosper and ultimately rule the globe. the tribes of the south and south america annihilate themselves. the strong survive, basketball and country music are forgotten forever, and rap artists are illegal. hey man don't bitch at me or the time machine it's working fine i tested the specs 4 times. i am just saying what i saw. don't hate the messenger. be content that most of your great grand children live comfortably to 130 and the average adult white IQ is 380.

I get it, im not a male model and will never be one, but am i really so hideous that no woman wants anything to do with me ? i know that if i was just given a chance i could make some woman very happy, im smart, funny, adventurous, a pretty decent artist, and i love going bowling as much as i love staying home and watching a movie, im also a firm believer in giving women as much oral sex as they can physically handle while NOT wanting anything in return, all im asking for is a chance ( trans women are welcome to)

This happened in the winter of 2009.

I was in college at the time. Making money writing papers for lazy kids whose families had money. Made more a week than I do now. Had this little specimen here and her roommate as clients. Good ones too.

Sad thing was when the shit hit the fan with the economy all daddy's money stopped flowing and suddenly she had a big tab with me and no cash to pay up. Wrote her a big essay to get into her big party school in the spring too. Looked like we were going home for winter break and I had no intentions of letting her off the hook.

So I called her up to my room. Said I had her last papers for her. My own roommate had bounced for the break. Big empty room. Perfect.

Came in fresh from the shower about noon. Can still smell the shampoo. Delicious little ass in rolled meshed shorts. Pert tits. You know how it was. 19 or so, thighs smooth and everything tight. Heart beats just thinking about it.

In she comes and I have her sit at my desk and look everything over. Her final paper for the semester, worth all the points. Wave her over and she sits like usual, prissy little bitch in my chair with her duck lips to read everything over. Here's what it said:

"My name is so and so and I've been cheating in your class the whole time. Check your email to see how I've paid for all my papers. I don't know shit about biology."

I watched that prissy bitch's face go white then red.

"Come on" she said "this isn't funny"

I told her it wasn't funny not getting paid for my time. Showed her my thumb drive too. Asked her if she thought she was getting into Party U with an email to the dean showing how she didn't write her personal essay about why she should be enrolled.

She went through the whole waterworks thing. Bullshit tears and excuses.

"You had all the money a month ago" I told her. "You and your girlfriend went to Diesel and spent it. Now you owe."

She carried on in my chair, saying she would mail me a check.

Bullshit. I told her she could pay me now or never.

"Cash" I told her "Or we can take it out in trade,"

"What's that mean?" she said.

I went up to her and ran my fingers through her hair.

"You know what it means"

She knew. She it it coming upstairs. Fresh out the shower. She knew it was time to square the debt .

"Please" she said "there's some other way. What if I give you my card or something?"

Fuck that. I knew how we were going to settle up.

"How about this. Ill take what you owe me and break it up over six hours. When we reach that six hours we'll be even," I said.

"Six hours!?"

Damn right. It was a good going rate too, a little over a hundred an hour. I was going to have my fun. We had three days till the weekend and I knew that's when she was getting picked up.

"We have a deal or do I have to send this out?" I said at last.

She wiped the corners of her eyes and said we had a deal.

"Good. Clock starts now."

I took hold of those tense shoulders. Felt them stiffen up. Fuck yeah. Smelled that shampoo and knew this bitch had sold herself. She didn't say anything.

"Stand up, whore,"

Not a word from her. Just what I wanted.

She stood and I rolled the chair away, pushed her towards the wall.

"Palms flat against the wall" I said and she did it.

I took my time. She was tight everywhere. Tense. Afraid.

I went under her shirt and felt her midsection. Fit and smooth. What a fucking prize. Up or down from here? I decided to go up. Sports bra, Lycra. I took a handful. Her tits were firm.

"Take off the top. Both of them." Her face stayed to the wall.

"What if I--" she started to say but I didn't need that shit

"I said the tops go. The next word out of you trying to get out of this gets everything sent to your professors and your parents, you got that?"

That shut her right up. She took her tee off first then I watched her wiggle out of the sports bra. She tried to cover herself.

"Palms flat. Now."

She did it nice and slow. Heard her snuffle. I studied the back, the small of her back and the beautiful curve of her spine. Perfect. Like it was drawn by an artist. Didn't need an invitation, I slid those mesh shorts down past her ass and let them fall on the floor. Pink zebra print thong. The bitch knew what she was getting into.

"Now slide them off and turn around" I said.

She was a good girl. She didn't like it but she knew it was this or two more years of Shithole University.

Watch her slide then down her legs and she turned around with her hands over her pussy, looking down at the floor. Perfect little tits staring right at me. I went to her and put one hand behind her and gripped that perfect little ass.

"Now," I said "You're going to undo my jeans and see how hard you got me. You understand?"

Not a word. She used her free hand to unzip the fly. Didn't look at me at all, just went in and pinched my cock between two of her fingers. Didn't care, wasn't looking for a handjob. I pushed her against the wall and licked my fingers, pulled her free hand behind her and slid her fingers against her bare cunt. Dry. I would fix that.

No more fucking around. I was ready. I led her over to the bunk and pushed her down on it. Got a rubber out of my dresser, I wasn't stupid. I pulled her to the edge of it and feasted on her. Young, perfumed, gorgeous. And she was silent except for the snuffles.

"Now" I said "Any word out of you and it goes straight up your ass, you got me"

I couldn't wait any longer and her pussy was wet with my spit. I took her roughly, her legs up in the air and me half kneeling at the edge of the bunk. She was tight, her body was slick with sweat, mine and hers alike. My hands traced lines on her torso. I gripped her thighs and then her ass. I toyed with her, growing her closer to her anus with my fingers.

She didn't like that at all. I felt her twist and in doing so her sex gripped my cock. I was going to come and so I did, removed the condom and shot a rope, a week's worth of cum on her stomach and tits. Still one of the hardest cums of my life.

Looking down at her I smiled.

"Good," I said "That's about 30 minutes there. Only five and a half hours to go"

I confess I've been a tattoo artist for the last ten years. The entire time I've been one I've offered girls I thought were hot big discounts for sex. Wish I had known there were so many tattoo sluts out there or I'd have gotten into the business sooner!

Tonight I had a smoking hot little 19 year old girl come in for a little tat on her collar bone. She was 5'2", 115 lbs., short emo hairstyle. I told her the tattoo would be 40 and threw in "but it'll be 30 if you're topless" in a joking manner and we both laughed. A few minutes later my coworker left and she asked me if I was serious about the topless thing. I played it off like I was kidding for a bit then went "what the hell, why not?" She shot out that shirt and bra so fast it made me laugh. She had fantastic perky b cups with hard little nipples that were just begging to be sucked on.

All the while I was doing her tat I was joking and flirting with her like crazy. It only took about ten minutes to finish the tat and after I cleaned it up and got her ready to go, I made a serious pass. Gave her the whole "damn girl you're so sexy I'd love to wrap my lips around those nipples" line and she said go for it. Started out with some nipple play and a little making out and ended with her giving me a pretty good hand job. After she got her top back on she gave me my 30 and her phone number and left to go meet her boyfriend. We've been texting ever since and I'm working on nailing down a time to meet to finish what we started. If I talk her into sending pics I'll share.

A new page on EroticoStory : Artistic photos

http://www.eroticostory.com/Photos-artistiques.html

Nouvelle page sur EroticoStory : Photos artistiques

If i were artist this lame work would really rock!

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Does anyone remember a video here: a younger girl got fucked at a tattoo shop(or in the backroom of a tattoo shop) while parents/someone close to her was outside waiting for her tattoo to finish, but actually the tattoo artist fucked the girl. This was an amateur clip, the guy had lots of other vids/pics too. The guy was tattooed, girl was brunette/black haired as I recall it. Been tryin to locate this video, I bet it is not in motherless anymore. Anyone can help with this?

i confess, i need a fake artist! any one out there? message me if you would like to do a little job for me :) xox

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My gf is having a large tattoo on most of her body, she will be naked throughout the whole inking session, plus it will take a few days over a week or more to complete. The artist has said he will do it cheaper if some students can watch him working his magic on her body. Should she let them as it’s very expensive? 

I've been looking for a thread for artists, but didn't find one.

I would make a request, but first, I think I just want to make this a basic Drawthread. Basically, someone requests a pic and then an artist draws it. So go ahead people, request away, and artists, show your skills.

I would contribute, but I am no artist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I really don't know what I'm doing all I know is that this is a beautiful chiseled ass that was created by Picasso I think he was the first artist to chisel his work not sure anyway this definitely looks like some of his work

please great artists pls photoshop her nude hardcore, cum, any fakes apprecieated. special request pls

anybody know what movie this is? if not, any idea what she is from? who the artist might be? link leads to a "tribal wars 2" sign up page. cant be from that. google searching image is a dead end. couldnt glean anything from the element itself. appreciate any help.

Hey, you know that stripper chick who posted about wanting new tits? And you know that weird little dude who then posted about fucking the stripper? Well, I confess that I'm actually fucking the little dude, but he definitely has never fucked a stripper or any other girl, for that matter. I'm a guy. We grew up together and have been best friend since third grade when my family moved to Tennessee from Ohio. We've always been super close and rode our bikes everywhere and did all kinds of crazy shit together.

Anyway, when we were in 8th grade we went camping with his family and we had our own tent and his ma let us set it up a ways away from their campsite. We planned to jerk off together, but one thing lead to another and we been fucking each other ever since. We're both 20 now, except he turns 21 the day before Christmas. I know he can be a real douchebag but usually he's ok. I think he's just goin through some shit because his pa found some shit in his room that makes it clear he's gay so he's been saying all kinds of weird shit about fucking hookers and having imaginary girlfriends and go in to stip clubs and beating up gay dudes downtown and just all and of shit to prove to his pa he ain't a queer.

So don't be too hard on him. Oh, an he's artistic too so that's part of whats his problem and why he's so weird all the time. And he ain't got no friends neither except me.

Anyways thank you and god bless everyone. Thank you.

The tail of the dragon by her pussy was so painful! It made her pussy vibrate. I can’t believe how many of the tattoo artists came in to watch. I also can’t believe that a dumb slut would ruin a perfect body with such an ugly tattoo.

Artiste

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.