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Motherless needs a soft reboot as a website.

The fact that so many posts disappear in the void between pages 1 and 2 and has for years without being addressed is annoying.


Beyond that accounts arbitrarily being banned and deleted without reason by mods that hide behind anonymity without ever showing themselves is deeply troubling and indicative of the culture that has grown and fostered over the last nearly 20 years that I have been frequenting this website. I have only ever seen one account labeled as a mod and I can't imagine with the traffic that comes through here and the amount of content and posters that are deleted regularly that it's just one person who administers for the entire site. I'd like to call on motherless to make changes towards more transparency of who the mods are and hold them accountable for what they do, or the lack there of. A new system needs to be instituted giving account holders a reason why an account gets deleted, either by disabling am accounts ability to post, create, or add content pending a requested review of why that account was disabled at the request of the owner or an email sent to the address associated with the account giving people some sort recourse against the faceless mod community. I know motherless experiences a high traffic volume as a website and that's what has kept these policies in place for so long without any real recourse because of motherless's motto of being "a moral free website where anything legal posted is hosted forever" which isn't actually true.


I do love motherless and I do love frequenting this site but the latest incident of having my account deleted for no obvious reason, I wasn't not posting anything against you or replying to posts that violate tos, makes me reconsider the time I've spent in this community and on this site. If motherless does have an actual lack of mods or people to work in those positions I would gladly volunteer my time and effort to make and keep this website to the highest standard that it can be without arbitrarily handing out bans without reason and I'm sure that there are many members both current and former that would volunteer their time too.

I would say without these changes motherless will die but that would be an exaggeration for the most part as I'm sure that motherless will continue to exist with the lure of it being "a moral free zone" for quite some time but I can say that a lot of great posters and content have left the site once people get tired of how they're treated. Maybe it's all just a slow death but it's also a needless one as there is great potential here. I'm sure this will be deleted given how I am calling out issues with the site and and staff trying to bring them to the forefront by some nameless mod but let's try as a community to come together, keep this relevant and list our issues and grievances in the comments to try to bring about change to make this website the best on the Internet it can be. Thank you for your time if you read this.

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When I was younger and chatrooms were still popular, I spent some time on Yahoo in local, state chatrooms. I chatted with a few women over the years, but had never worked up the courage to actually meet one in person. The internet still had a stigma attached to it back then and I guess I was just afraid of the potential consequences.

When I was 22, I began having a conversation with a 40 year old, married mom whom lived about an hour and a half from me. Her children were older so they were rarely home and her husband was deployed to Afghanistan. She told me that their relationship had been slowly deteriorating for months. She said the few times that she would get to talk to him, it often ended in an argument and that they were most likely headed for divorce once he returned home permanently.

She was a beautiful woman. She told me that before her husband had left, she was a bit heavier, but had worked her tail off to lose the extra weight. By the time we began chatting, she was down to I’d guess around 130 pounds—perfect for her five foot, seven inch frame.

We chatted for several weeks and would occasionally use the webcam. Webcam technology was still pretty new and the image was always laggy and blurry with no sound. As our conversations became more intimate, I would ask for her to show me different things. She was hesitant to show me her breasts. She explained how the weight loss had taken its toll on them. Reluctantly, she showed me. While I thought she was gorgeous either way, she was right. The radical change to her body had done wonders in other places, but the opposite was true in others.

One day, after having been absent from Yahoo Messenger for a few days, she hopped on and said that she was sorry that she had been away. She said that she had had some surgery and wanted to show me something. She turned on her webcam and proceeded to take off her shirt and bra to show me that she had gotten breast implants. Like I said, I thought she was beautiful before, but now every inch of her body was perfect. She would definitely be causing heads to turn everywhere she went.

She told me that I was the first to see them and that she hoped I would see them in person someday. We exchanged phone numbers and within a day or two she texted me to tell me that she was in town to pick up her husband from the airport. His plane would not be coming in until the next day. She had gotten a hotel room downtown and had nothing to do so she wanted to know if I would want to meet to have coffee or something. I agreed to the meeting, despite being nervous as hell.

We had planned to meet at Starbuck’s. It was my hope to get their first simply so she would have to come up to me as I was scared to death to have to come up to her. When I arrived, I was too late. I could see her standing at the counter waiting for her order, but I could really only see her from the side. As I approached the counter from behind her, I heard the kid working the register tell her how beautiful she looked. She said thank you and turned around to see me standing there nervously. My jaw nearly hit the floor. She was stunning! She wore a tight tank tope that amplified her already amazing cleavage. She was also wearing those sexy, cat-eye glasses that I absolutely love on girls.

We awkwardly hugged and I placed my order before joining her out on the patio. We made small talk for well over an hour. It was getting later in the afternoon—early evening. I asked if she wanted to go somewhere and get some dinner. She agreed so we walked a few blocks to a nice Italian restaurant where we had a nice dinner and a few drinks. We continued to make small talk for another good while before I finally paid the check and waited to see where things went next.

I nearly jumped for joy when she asked if I would like to go back to her hotel room and order a movie or something. We walked to her hotel and as we were going up the elevator, yet another guy commented on how beautiful she was. He looked at me jealously as if he knew what was going through my mind.

We entered the room and we both made ourselves comfortable on the bed. She turned on the TV and began searching the pay-per-view titles for a movie to watch. She could’ve turned on anything at that point—I didn’t care. She picked a movie and we began to watch. While I do remember the name of the movie, I couldn’t tell you anything about it as my mind was racing a hundred miles an hour.

We lay there for about forty-five minutes to an hour in silence—except for me getting up to go to the bathroom every ten minutes because I was so damn nervous. Finally, I figured it was now or never so I gently began to caress her cheek with the back of my hand before leaning over and kissing her. This lead to a very passionate make out session before I asked if I could finally see the work that she done.

She lifted her shirt over her head and I wrapped my arms around her back to unclasp her bra. I threw it to the floor, exposing the biggest, most perfect pair of breasts that I had ever been this close to. I asked if I could touch them or if they still hurt too much for them to be handled. She said that she had taken some painkillers as soon as we returned to the room so it would be fine. I gently placed my hands on them being very careful not to be too rough. However, she insisted that she was fine and such delicate care was not required. I continued to fondle her as we kissed, our tongues swirling in and out of each other’s mouths. I lowered my head and carefully licked her breasts, churning my tongue around her nipples.

She told me to lie back and relax. She removed her shorts leaving on the lacey, pink panties that she wore. She undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slid down my zipper. She was somewhat surprised by the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear, but this only slowed her a second as she took my cock in to her hand. She stroked it gently before lowering her head to give it a lick. She slid her tongue down the length of it stopping at the base to take my balls in to her mouth. She slid back up and whirled her tongue around the head before finally taking the whole thing in to her mouth.

It was pure ecstasy! I had never felt anything like this—the things she could do with her tongue! I desperately tried to recite baseball statistics in my head to keep from cumming too soon so that I could enjoy this for as long as possible. I gave the best effort that I could before finally exploding in to her mouth. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. She swallowed it all and smiled as she came up and rested her head on my chest. She must have been able to feel how fast my heart was racing.

We laid there for a few minutes. The entire time she was gently playing with my now soft cock in her hand. After a few minutes, I was hard again and she began stroking me harder. I tried to slide my hand into the front of her panties, but she cut me off and resisted my advance. I told her how bad I wanted to fuck her. She said that she wanted me too, but unfortunately, it was just not a convenient time of the month to do so. So she continued to just stroke my cock for a few minutes.

I was as hard as a rock; throbbing in her hand when suddenly, she stopped and excused herself to the bathroom. I hedged my bets and assumed this was simply and excuse to make preparations as she wanted to fuck as badly as I did. I reached down and took my wallet from my pants that were still lying on the end of the bed. I removed one of the condoms that I had bought on my way to meet her in hopes that something like this would happen. I had been so nervous about what this encounter would be like that I bought those condoms with the desensitizing lubricant to help ensure that you can last longer. I took one and placed it on the corner of the nightstand.

A moment later she returned from the bathroom, having removed the pair of panties that had blocked me from getting to her pussy earlier. She was ready, and so was I. She noticed the condom that I had placed on the nightstand. Standing next to the bed, she took the condom and unrolled it down my penis before climbing on top of me and guiding me in to her pussy.

We fucked forever—in every position imaginable. If it hadn’t been for the extended pleasure condom; I know I only would have lasted a couple of minutes, if not a few seconds. I eventually reached the point where I desperately wanted to cum, but the condom was working all too well. I knew that if I kept it on, I was never going to climax.

Remembering one of our more intimate conversations from Yahoo, I knew that doggy style was her favorite position so I asked if we could do that next. She happily climbed up on all fours and I took my position behind her, discreetly removing the condom in the process. We were facing the mirror so I could see the look on her face as I slid my now naked cock inside of her. She could tell right away what I had done, but didn’t seem inclined to care. I began thrusting harder and harder and told her that I was going to cum. In the slightest whimper, she said, “I want you to cum inside me, baby.”

That was the moment of no return as I thrust my cock one last time and pulled her as close I could by her ass. I unloaded inside of her before we both finally collapsed on the bed. We continued to lie there, now in the dark; kissing and fondling each other before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.

We spent the entire next day texting back and forth about the encounter and how incredible it had been for both of us. Later that week, she told me that she was going to be coming back to the city to return her husband to the airport. She asked if she could stay with me once she was rid of him. At this point in time I had just returned home from college and was still living with my parents. I was too embarrassed to tell her, so I essentially just dodged the question and explained that I would be busy. Our messages became fewer and fewer over the next couple of days before just finally ending altogether.

To this day, I still think about this night and recreate it in my mind. About a year ago, right before my own wedding, I decided to see if I could find her. All I had to go on was a first name, an old cell phone number that was no longer in service, and the screen name she had used on Yahoo Messenger.

After some creative Googling, I managed to find her Facebook profile. I discovered that she was now living in another state as her husband had been reassigned. They were still married; apparently living much happier than she was at the time of our meeting. I sent her a friend request, but she never responded. I took this to mean that it was best to leave well enough alone. I still check in on her Facebook page from time to time. I have since learned that her son is right around my age and that her daughter, only a couple of years younger than me, is as gorgeous as her mother.

I wish that I could simply tell her how much that night meant to me, but I wouldn’t want to risk jeopardizing her marriage or my own. I am left with the lasting memory in the back of my mind and very few days pass that I do not recall that evening and wish that I would have met her again the following week like she wanted to.

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Jamilla’s crucifixion


Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

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My Many Fantasies: My Job at The Max Security Prison for Black Men

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In this fantasy i am desperate for a job and find myself begging for anything i could do to a warden of a high security prison for the nastiest of criminals. Of course it turns out the warden is quite crooked and take total advantage of my situation. I am given a job in HR and find myself to be the only female and the only employee in the "prison happiness" department (in fact I'm the only employee in that department) and my job requires my services 24/7 for 3 months straight probation. During this time my first duty is to service the warden i am to serve him breakfast every single day at exactly 7am completely naked and of course offer myself to him sexually to use in absolutely ANY way he wishes until i have the honor of his sperm which i am to beg and grovel for like a dirty slut!

For the remainder of the morning i am to work in the showers taking care of the prisoner's hygiene. I am to be naked in the shower with only a collar that says "cleaning service". The prisoners are brought in one after the other and I am to lick each of them clean ... their entire body ... and every square inch!!! Then i am to lick out their asses ... inside too!!!! I am to pay extra attention to their balls and cock. I must tease them to the point of insanity but i must not let them cum. Part of my performance review is based on how many prisoners i am able to wash and whether i was able to keep them from cumming.

At noon i am to serve the prisoners their lunch. i am to do so on my knees. before serving their lunch i must lick thier feet and ask permission to serve their lunch and after serving it i must take their cock deep into my throat and wish them bon apatite while their cock is still deep in my throat! Again i must not let anyone cum and my performance review is based on how many prisoners i am able to serve lunch and whether i was able to keep them from cumming.

The place where all the prisoners eat is a very large area with a raised platform in the middle and places to sit in circles all around the platform. It looks almost like a setup for a boxing match for thousands of spectators but instead of a boxing ring there is an open platform. While the prisoners eat i am brought out onto the platform and tied down in some painful an humiliating way. It's my job now to provide entertainment and also thank the guards for their great work. They come in groups of 4 or 5 to fuck me in the most savage ways as i scream helpless in my bonds while the prisoners cheer and call for them to go at me even harder!! After the guards are done with me and the prisoners have finished eating and enjoying my gang rape the prisoners are brought to the platform in a line where i am still bound and trembling. They come up to me in small groups and thank me for the show by spitting on me. Most of them spit in my face or squeeze open my mouth and spit inside but some spit in my gaping ass and pussy. I must thank each one out loud for spitting on me and say that i hope he enjoyed my entertainment. For this part of the day my performance review is based on a satisfaction survey the guards fill out as well as how many of the prisoners i get to "thank".

Once they are done i am to clean the whole eating area. I am to stay naked an I am not to clean my self at all. I must clean the entire eating area dripping cum and spit from all my holes! For the platform i am only allowed to use my tongue and my hair. It usually takes me a while because of all the sperm from the guards and spit from the prisoners that leaked to the floor. It is difficult for me to clean the raised seating area because of the bondage and extremely rough fucking i am not able to walk or climb well the stairs so i must mostly crawl on my hands and knees. If while crawling sperm or spit leaks out of me and fall on the floor then i must immediately lick it clean! My performance review is based on how quickly and how completely i clean everything especially the platform.

In the mid afternoon i am to kneel naked in the toilet wearing only a collar that says "Urinal". It is my job to make sure the prisoners take their bathroom break. I must beg each prisoner to pee on me while licking their feet. When they decide to do so i must spread my legs wide, push out and present my breasts and open my mouth as wide as possible while always on my knees. Every so often it is one of the prison gang leaders or influential prisoners that take their turn and for these special prisoners i must beg for their pee while licking out the inside of their asses. They also have the privilege to pee inside my throat or inside my ass or pussy and i must thank them while licking the underneath of their feet!! As you might guess my performance review based on how many prisoners i relieve in the toilet but also how much pee i swallow!

After this i am dragged out to the court yard where i am setup up on a sybian machine which has an attachment which gyrates and vibrates deep in my pussy almost to the point where it pokes into my cervix. There are 3 lush vibrators pushed into my ass. Electrodes are clamped to my clit and nipples. My hands are tied hard behind my back and a noose is put around my neck and tighten just enough to hold me up by the neck and make it difficult to breath. The warden then proceeds to control the sybian, lush vides and electricity for all to see but i am always denied orgasm. The guards and prisoners take great pleasure in watching me break to the point i beg like an animal and offer to do the most disgusting things imaginable just to be allowed to cum ... but still i am denied no matter how i beg no matter how i cry no matter what i offer. Of course i am naked and all over my body is written my full name address and other personal information along with many humiliating things like i am toilet and i am only good for raping! The prisoners are allowed to spit on me and the guards are allow to take pics or vids of me. The guards really get a kick out of telling me how they will send copies to all my family and friends and how they will make me famous on the internet. i am in complete shock and distress the whole time, my body is overloaded with sensations and then repeatedly denied release while i struggle to breath as i lapse in and out of consciousness.

After a few hours of this i am completely broken, my eyes are glazed over and empty and my body is constantly spasming and trembling. the writing on my body is touched up so that it is clear to see and easy to read and i am fitted with a new collar that say "dog slave" on it. A leash attached and i am dragged through the mud of the courtyard because i can barely move my body let alone walk back to the platform in the eating area. I am told it is supper time and i must once again provide entertainment. This time it's not with the guards but with all the guard dogs of the prison!!!!! Even in my broken state my eyes showed fear and i started to plea for mercy when the warden zaps me long and hard with a cattle prod! My eyes shoot out of head and i scream so loud no sound comes out as i shake with pain and pee myself right there on the platform in front of everyone!!!! The warden speaks to me only to say "you are a dog, you will only bark like one and you will be mated liked one. Now should me how a true bitch begs to be mated while you clean your mess with your tongue!!!" If i had any shred of humanity or dignity left then it is completely destroy in that moment as i lean down with my bare ass high in the air and start to bark seductive and desperately while liking my pee off the dirty platform floor. From that point on i was only allowed to bark and failure to do so would be met with another hard shock from the cattle prod. Everyone cheered as the guard dogs took me one after the other while i barked and grunted on their huge doggie cocks. The roughness and rawness of these large dogs bred to fight off the most vicious criminals in the worst conditions is beyond anything imaginable. The hard trusts sent my little body reeling in every direction. Every dog without exception was make to knot me and every time their cocks ripped trough my cervix and filled my womb with their hot sperm! These dogs were huge and their knots enormous so once inside me i was completely stuck for however long i was knotted. To the delight of the audience once the dogs had filled me up and were well knotted in me the guards would call the dogs to them or throw treats around causing the dogs to run around and drag me behind them like a rag doll as i screamed and screamed. Because of the knotting and games this went on for quite a long time. Eventually they start bringing the dogs in groups of three having one take and knot my pussy, another knots my ass and the other is forced into my throat so his knot is stuck in my mouth!!!!! The crowed enjoyed this to no end especially when the guards had the dogs run in different directions tugging and ripping at my body as the pulled in different direction. The noise i made where completely inhuman like an animal begging fucked to death which i probably am at this point!!!! Once all the dogs were done with me i was placed on my knees in the middle of the platform, the dogs were all lined up and one by one they were brought to me to thank them for mating me by licking their asses and pushing my tongue dep inside as far as it could go! Most of the dogs also had to pee and when this was the case i was to take their cocks into my mouth and have them pee right down my throat!!! This part of the day does not go toward my performance review it is considered an obligation and i am made to endure until each and every dog is serviced.

After the dinner show i am allowed to finally wash up and i am allowed to eat the scraps left over by the prisoners ... anything i can find on the floor i am allowed to eat.

For the next 2 days i am allowed to recover (so i can be made to live through the same ordeal over and over and over). I am placed in a large dog cage out in the courtyard of the prison. I am of course completely naked except for a collar that says "your happiness is my life". I am given only dog food to eat and when thirsty i must beg for someone to pee in my mouth. Usually during this time only the prisoners with the best behavior are granted the pleasure to feed me my dog food and serve me thier pee to drink. My mandatory morning service to the warden is the only exception where i am not in my cage.

On the third day after servicing the warden i am given to the cell block with the best behavior for the day. I am to be their slave and doe anything ... anything ... they order of me. If i hesitate even for a minute i am to be penetrated with the cattle prod and shocked from deep inside my body until i do what they ask anyway!! Usually i am made to cook and clean for them as well as bath them and worship their bodies and usually there is not a minute that goes by where there is not at least 1 or 2 cocks inside me!! at 8pm i am to be returned to the warden where i must thank him for the wonderful opportunity he gave me with this job by licking his feet and deep inside his ass. The warden then cums on the dirty floor and i am to worship and praise him out loud while licking up his sperm off the dirty floor.

The next morning it all start all over again ...

My body mind heart and soul are the property of my Mistress to whom i pledge complete and absolute submission
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i got alot of pics in my email from my best friends daughter she is 19 long red hair perfit body 35c 24 26 5'4 about 115 pounds. i haven't seen or talked to any of them in like 2 years. no fighting or anything just grew apart. i got divorced and then i was the 3rd wheel.
these pics was of her and friends at the beach her at home old school pics some sexy but most not. and she ask how i have been. i wrote back that things are good and one day i need to come by there because none of you ever come by here.
the next morning i got a email and her wearing nothing but g strings all kinds of colors one a yellow one you could see threw. damn she looked hot. and i told her that.
about a hour later she showed up wearing that yellow g string and a t shirt. and walked right into the house and ask if my pool was still working. i told her sure because my kid shows up sometimes and she uses it. she walked out back pulled off the t shirt and jumped right in. she came right back out and sure enough it was like she was naked othere than the seams.
she calls me uncle glen. i'm not really, i just watched her grow up and i use to fuck her mom YEARS ago.
she came right up to me and yanked my pants down and didn't even unbutton them took ahold of my dick and started stroking it. then she gasp and said mom was right its perfit long and thin goes deep and not rip you apart. then she started sucking my dick. i reached behind her and untied her top. then i saw her reach and untie her bottoms. like there was really anything to untie but what the hell.
i picked her up and laid her on the table and started eating that sweet little pussy and damn she tasted as good as her mom did years ago. it didn't take much to get her wet it was flowing out and down the crack of her ass.
i started to insert a finger in her when she said no i'm a virgin. i jumped up and said what the fuck you tease me like this and then want to quit. OH HELL NO. then she laughed and said thats ok uncle glen. i love anal and thats why i'm here mom said you could fuck a ass better than any man alive. damn that got my dick hard again. she reached into her purse and pulled out some lube and said have fun uncle. she laid back down and raised her legs. it didn't take in 2 secounds and my tongue was as deep as it could reach up her ass. and she was loving it.
i took some lube and lubed her ass and my dick up and eased it right in. in a few strokes i had all 8 1/4 inchs up her ass and she would gasp everytime i bottomed out and she was in heaven. i busted a nutt in less than a minute but i kelp fucking untill i knew it was going to stay hard. i was all over her body anywhere i could get with my tongue and not pull out of her ass. i wanted to fuck her untill i died and was trying. when i got to her mouth she sucked my tongue in and didn't want to let it go. then she let go and told me after you fill my ass with your load again you can have my pussy too. i never stoped pounding that ass and ask what about saving it for the right man. then she told me i gave that pussy to a boy at school when i was 9 and gave him my ass 2 years later. i just love getting ass fucked better.
she started telling me she has had fatter dicks but none could ever get as deep as i am right now. we fucked all night and into the next day pussy and ass and needless to say when she left i hit the shower and went to bed and died for 5 hours to be woken up with Fancy sucking my dick. needless to say we fucked all the day and night and monday i called in sick. i had to rest. hell she 19 and i'm 47 this girl was about to kill me and i was loving it.
3 days went by and my dick was raw. i thought my wish was going to come true i was going to get fucked to death by a hot young girl almost 1/3 of my age.
later that night i got a call from her mom asking if i'v seen her. i said nope sorry. but how you doing. the hole time i was balls deep in her daughters ass. she was rideing me like a bull.
then she said i was told her car has been there for a few days now. and let me tell you YOU BEST NOT BE FUCKING HER. i said ok but isn't she 18 now and she said she 19 but you cant fuck her. well ok i said i wont if i ever do see her but whats the big deal i dont hear from you for over 2 years now you call me up and ask me if i'm fucking your kid. whats the deal. then she said her daddys not her daddy and i'm the only othere man she has ever been with. right then and there i filled her ass with my cum.
i told her to give me her number and i will call her in the morning and we can go get a dna test. she said ok and hung up.
then Fancy leaned over and said i love you daddy.
3 weeks later we was still fucking when the dna test came back and she is my kid. but i say fuck it who cares. we didnt know for 19 years we was already fucking and come to find out she's pregnant.
now her mom and dad are getting divorced and her mom wants to move in with me untill she can find a place to live. i cant wait untill she moves in and we end up fucking and OUR kid comes joins in. and see that bitch's face and when she tell her she knocked up by me.

the way i see it she should have told me years ago.

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For my protection and my friend this is a fantasy story. it is up to you to decide if it is true or not. but i am not saying that it is. This did not really happen. But, if it did, I would be confessing something that has haunted me for 2 years. My wife of 10 years died of an aneurism suddenly while she was at work. She was an executive assistant for a large company in San Francisco. We had no children. A friend of hers called me in tears before the police arrived at my place of business, which I will not identify. Oddly, I was composed while being told on the phone, kind of. I kept repeating "what?, what?" as if I didn't understand what she was saying. Her crying and sobbing made it clear this wasn't a bad joke. But, I just kept saying "what?" "what?", getting a bit loud at the end. None of my coworkers noticed my demeanor given the nature of our work. My reaction could have been consistent with a normal business call. I cannot explain. I don't remember hanging up the phone. I was sitting there with my mind spinning. trying to make sense of the phone call. I was in complete denial. After a few minutes, I started playing solitaire on my laptop. crazy, i know. but, i didn't know what to do. somehow, the game actually distracted me and I managed to put the phone call behind me. I was strangely at some kind of weird peace. But then I fainted when I saw 2 uniformed police officers standing at the end of the hallway asking a coworker which one was me. When she pointed at me, I suddenly blacked out from shock. They revived me shortly. I did not injure myself in the fall. The older female officer asked me to confirm my name, and then told me what I already knew. I got sick. I threw up until I was dry heaving. I could not believe it. I became hysterical and had to be escorted out by the officers. I didn't really think about it until we arrived at the hospital that they were taking me to identify her body. I panicked. But, a doctor gave me something, I presume a sedative shot. It calmed me down real quick. When they lifted the covering to show her face, i was calm. probably from the drugs. i said, yes that is my wife. next thing I knew I was home. The county medical examiner conducted a pretty quick autopsy to determine the aneurism. I thought those things took longer than that, but I guess they had a good idea what it was and scanned her brain to confirm it.

Her mom took care of the phone calls and funeral arrangements as I was in complete despair. Something that no one knew is that my wife and I were getting a divorce. We had not seen a lawyer or told anyone, yet. She asked for it. That also devastated me. I am an average looking guy, but she was practically a model. She was a cheerleader in high school and college. she was 5 ft 3 in., 120 lbs. light brown hair with hazel eyes. Now she was dead at the age of 33. We had not had sex in 5 years, despite my best efforts. She eventually told me that she had no interest in sex. I did not suspect she was having an affair. I knew her better than that. She knew it was hurting me, so we went to a few specialists and she was diagnosed with hypoactive sexual desire disorder. I did some research and now believe that it could be related to the aneurism that eventually killed her. She was going to file for divorce so that I could find someone who could fulfill my needs. I did not want it but she was very adamant.

A older man I met at church about 3 or so years before this tragedy, ended up being the guy who would be her embalmer at the funeral home. He came to my home to tell me and ask if I wanted him to get someone else, someone I didn't know, to do this THING to my wife. I told him no. it was his job and I trusted him. He kept offering to ask for another embalmer, but I assured him i was fine with it. He was very kind and gentle. He offered his condolences with a tear or two to match my own as he headed for the door. Before I shut the door, he turns abruptly, as if he had forgot something, and asked me if I wanted to see her that night. The transfer to the funeral home from the hospital had already been made. She was in a refrigerated unit at the funeral home. He was going to start the embalming process in the morning once all the paperwork had been filed. I don't know why exactly, but I said yes. I followed him to the home. it was late, probably 11 pm, maybe later. He told me that he was not supposed to do this, so please not to let anyone know. I assured him I would not.

I was expecting stainless steel drawers with handles, like you see in the movies and tv shows, but it was a decent size room that was refrigerated. inside, were three gurneys with people who had died that day. One was my wife, another was a 70+ year old man who had died of a massive heart attack earlier that day while having lunch with his wife. He was a large man, maybe 6 ft 2, 270 or 290, i don't know maybe 300. big guy. the covered body on the third gurney was shaped very similar to my wife. He told me it was a girl who was a passenger in a car with another girl who crashed while texting and driving. the driver lived. This girl, was not wearing her seatbelt. she was thrown fro the vehicle and broke her neck. died instantly. He couldn't keep talking about it. for some reason, the young girls death chokes him up and effects him more than even my wifes. I assume it was because she was so young. a mere teen. He starts to say something, but stops.

So, he's quite emotional after this day and says I can stay as long as I like, until he comes back to get me or I came looking for him, whichever happened first. He was going into the chapel area to nap on one of the benches.

he left me alone with three dead bodies in a cold room. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I approached my wifes body. I pulled back the covering. There she was, as I had seen her before. I stared at her still made up face from work. They hadn't had a chance to clean her up for embalming yet. She was very white, kinda bluish. But, still just as attractive as the girl I fell in love with in college.

I guess it was an impulse. without even looking around to make sure no one was watching, I pulled the covering down to expose her breasts. I don't know how its supposed to work, post morten, but her nipples, which I hadn't seen in 5 years, were very erect. Her breasts are not very big. She is a small b cup, but still very perky for her age. NOW, I looked around and even went to the chapel to see if my friend was awake. He was snoring loudly.

I suddenly, with a very confusing mix of guilt and excitement, started getting hard. I hurried back to the cold room. I realized I had left the covering half off while I checked on my friend. I didn't bring a jacket, so I was pretty chilly, but my blood starting flowing and suddenly I began to warm up. I pulled my phone from my pocket. i was going to take some nudies of my dead wife. at that point, my cock had taken over and I didn't care how messed up any of this was.

so, with a shudder, I pulled the covering all the way off to the floor. I was in shock. I was expecting a bush, considering she had no interest in sex, but there she was... with the thinnest most perfectly trimmed landing strip I had ever seen on her. I was naturally confused, but didn't waste time wondering "why" she did it, or possibly "for whom" she was doing it. I started snapping photos and got very excited.

that's when things got out of hand. I was so turned on, I wanted to see her pussy. on the table, her cold outer labia was flesh colored and closed. I spread the covering on the ground and picked her up to put her on the floor.

rigor mortis is unsettling to say the least. while her legs and arms did bend down under the weight of gravity, her left leg and left arm seemed to stay more stiff. even her head didn't fall back like I would have expected.

i got her to the floor. and had a difficult time getting her legs to come apart. I finally figured to massage the legs to make them more pliable. eventually, she lay on the cold floor, naked, legs spread showing her perfect and tight pussy. and she was dead.

i didn't stop to think. i kept taking pictures and then realized... i realized the obvious. it was cold, but I got my pants down to my knees and knelt to the floor.

I don't believe in god like most people. i believe in a higher power but don't think he pays any attention to us. i hope I am right. i put my cock against her freezing cold pussy. rigor mortis, no moisture in her pussy, no lubricant. i was screwed.

i had gone this far. i wasn't going to be denied the pussy that was legally mine, at least while she was alive. I started going through drawers. finally, two rooms down the hall, I found some lubricant that I didn't even want to think about why they had it.

Back in the room, I dropped to the floor. I greased up my still throbbing cock. then, gently started applying lube to her pussy. it didn't feel as soft and fleshy as i remembered, but once I got my cock in, I remembered the ecstasy of having sex with my beautiful loving wife.

her eyes were closed, so I wiped my hands and opened them. I was a little surprised when they stayed open. I was fucking my dead wife as she seemed to look at me. I suddenly came harder than i can ever remember. it just kept pumping cum until it started oozing out her vagina.

i fell to the floor next to her. started playing with her erect nipples. and it wasn't more than 2 minutes before my erection returned.

as i lay on the floor, i could see the other two gurneys against the wall, side by side... then I got an evil thought in my head. yes, you know what I did.

I jumped up. penis purple and throbbing out of control. I walked slowly over to the other dead girl. I had no idea what she looked like.

I pulled back the cover and my jaw dropped. she was the most perfect looking blonde I had ever seen. her hair was cut short, up to her neck. And if i had any doubts about if she was a natural blonde before, I just saw the proof. a small patch of silky blonde hair sitting on top of her pussy mound. her tits were also not very big, but thats okay. she had thin, but muscular legs that made them look longer than they were. I noticed a nasty scrape on her left arm and left hip. not too big, and they had been cleaned.

the sheet goes to the floor next to my dead wife. this girl was even lighter than my wife. And somehow she seemed a bit more limber. I don't know why. I repeated the process., massaging her legs until they parted and revealed the smallest set of pussy lips I've ever seen. In a perfect clam shape with still some rosy pinkness left. her lips were also fuller than my wifes. not a lot, but they were cushiony to the touch. I took some books from a nearby shelf to put under their heads so I could see their faces better.

The girls eyes were still closed. When I opened them, they were bright gray, like so many movie stars. except for the scrapes from the accident, her flesh was smoother than my wifes, as a teen girls flesh would be. My wife was stunning. The perfect sex object now displaying her wares. And now this strange girl, legs spread, bright gray eyes appearing to look into mine. neither naked female able to smile, since they were dead. I make sure everything ls lubed appropriately and just before i enter this fresh coed, it occurs to me to check something.

I pulled apart her lips and with some work, and found...a hymen. if there is a god, i'm going to hell anyway. I gently enter her. looking into her eyes, then over at my wife who was now watching me fuck a dead teen girl. when I said her pussy was small and tight, and now a hymen? I wasn't kidding. I have an average size penis, about 5-6 inches. but, the blood had been pumping so long, I has as thick as I was long at this point.

I started to think it was't going to work, then decided I was going to MAKE it happen. the lube was adequate. I pulled back for a forceful thrust and grabbed her shoulders for support as I pushed hard. i felt ripping flesh. i mean lots of ripping flesh. i looked down and saw some blood. just what rubbed off her vagina as I made her a woman. I kept going. my god, it was impossibly tight. within a minute, i had again cum more than i thought i had in me.

i cleaned myself off, thinking it was time to put everyone back in place. but, i saw them again. lying side by side. these two beautiful women, totally naked. and totally mine to do as I wish.

I rolled the both over. they could have been mother and daughter. perfect asses. just absolutely perfect. i lubed up. started pumping my wifes asshole. When she was alive, she said that is something she would NEVER EVER do. out of the question. Yet, there I was. pushing my cock into her asshole. it felt a little, grainy, i guess? but obviously very tight. She was dead. I could go as deep as I wanted. I pushed and pushed, grinding into her cold, but bouncy soft ass cheeks. it felt incredible.

then, the girl. it felt about the same, but her ass was smoother, heaving and swollen, although, quite cold which I had gotten used to. I managed to lift her to her knees, sort of. i grabbed her tits and pulled myself into her as deeply as I possible could. that's when the final and most powerful gushing of cum started. I'm laying on her back kissing her neck as my cock empties into her. at that moment i thought of the girl who was driving. how much more guilty she would feel if she saw her friends hymen and asshole torn to shreds because she couldn't wait to text later.

an hour or so later, I had cleaned everything up. found new coverings. the old ones were quite dirty now. and had both in place and looking pretty much like they did when I arrived.

i put the dirty sheets in my car and trashed them later.

after I was sure i had all in order, i woke my friend, the embalmer. he was embarrassed he has slept so long. I told him it was fine, because I got to say goodbye to my wife.

He tells me he is going to stay and start the embalming since its almost morning, anyway. He walks me to the door. gives me a hug and tells me again how sorry he is. then...what he says next, well, that is why I'm confessing today. I'm an evil person. More than you know. My friend, who was kind enough to bring me to the funeral home to see my wife... he tells me what he was too emotionally choked up to say before his chapel nap.

that poor girl in the room with my wife? that was his granddaughter. She had just graduated high school and was heading to a Purity Pledge meeting before heading to Summer Camp. A Christian group of teens that pledge to maintain their virginity until marriage. He said to me that the only solace he could find in this senseless death, is that she will go to her grave having kept her promise.

Yes. I am going to hell.

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Confession and would like your thoughts.

After about 40 years, I recently found and was able to talk with one of first crushes in life. We met in 2nd grade and finally went our ways after high school. We were best friends but never dated.  Anyway we both went through the death of a spouse and remarried again. After all these years we connected again through another close friend that found both of us. Anyway we talked for hours and found out that we are both in dead marriages, she is with an alcoholic who spends all his time on a hobby she is uninterested in. I'm with a good woman who has retreated from life, plays nothing but computer games and lost all interest in sex years ago. Anyway, well into our conversation I admitted that she had been some a huge and best friend beyond what she probably ever imaged. She was the only girl that stood by me and visited when I was hospitalized for a year. Finally, during the conversation, I admitted that my biggest regret was that during those years I could never muster the simple courage to ask her out or try for the "girlfriend". That year in hospital really destroyed me for a long time. Later, I regained my life and went on. Anyway, after I told her about my "failure" she paused and said i would have said yes and actually wanted that! All this years of secrets.... We are keeping in contact and she is hoping to visit family near me. Really don't have any idea of where this might go. Not into just fucking over our spouses but seems there is little in either of our relationships.
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I'm currently in a very sexual ddlg relationship and I love my girl to death she is the most open princess a daddy could have. She is very sexual and always is eager to learn and explore with her daddy. I look forward to waking up every day with the goal to make her the happiest and most obedient girl she can be. I love watching her squirt for me on a daily basis and watching her take her toys and use them in ways that sets her whole body into a endless depth of pleasure. She is the best little ever

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I have a confession, I for one never thought I would ever have anything worth confessing on here. I actually thought I was pretty much past anything sexual. I am David and I am 53 years old, my wife died a little over 3 years ago we got married when I was 21 and she was 19 and we had a very happy life together, she lost a ten year battle with cancer and at the end she made me promise to find someone else to love. I did as she asked then but I never wanted to act on it, she was the only woman I had ever been with, my first and only girlfriend and then wife. We never had any kids because she couldn't have any. I was left alone in our big house and I am ashamed to say I sort of fell apart after her death. One of my oldest friends Mark and his wife stepped in and forced me out of the rut I was in. I had let the house get in such a mess Wendy my wife would have gone mad If she knew. But they came and we got things back in order. I am lucky and own my own business and my manager was running it well for me and I had no need to work. Around a year ago I started going back in to work and last year Mark popped round and I had started to fall behind on my cleaning again and he suggested I get a cleaner in to help me cope. He said his oldest daughter Emma 21 was looking for work and he was sick of her just lounging around the house all day and it would solve two problems at once. He can be very forceful and I finally said OK. Emma turned up the next day not looking happy at all, it turns out he had made this arrangement with a few of his friends and she was now working hard at something she really didn't want to do. I had not seen her in a few years and the first thing I noticed was that she had really filled out, my god her breasts were massive. We ran through all that she needed to do and I gave her a key in case I was out. It actually turns out she was very good at cleaning and in under an hour she had my place looking OK again. So over the next few months she would come over three mornings a week. Each time I saw her I just couldn't stop looking at her breasts, and my thoughts wandered into wondering what she looked like naked, I felt very ashamed because she is the daughter of my best friend. I found myself getting hard a lot and turned to the internet and that's where I found this site. It was a bit of a shock to the system as I had never been one for looking at porn, even in my youth I think I had only ever seen one porn magazine. I soon became addicted. I would visit quite a few sites and was soon making myself cum at least once a day usually more. I was drawn to lesbian porn and wondered quite a lot of the time if my wife would have liked this knowing she wouldn't because she wasn't a very sexual woman. This went on for months I would look at porn and masturbate and had even bought some sex toys for myself. I have two flesh lights and on a whim I bought a remote control vibrating butt plug. I used it one night and loved the feeling a lot, wishing I had pushed my wife into being more adventurous in our sex life.
OK this is the part where my confession really starts, sorry for taking so long to get into it. I had been using my toys the night before and had accidently left my butt plug on the coffee table in the living room. Emma came to clean and I was in the kitchen and I turned round and she was holding my butt plug in her hand, my heart stopped but she laughed and said she didn't know I was such a naughty man. I had no idea what to say but she walked over to the drawer that I keep my toys in and opened it and put it back. My heart sank she must have known all along about them, she then went on with her cleaning and left. I didn't know why but her knowing made me so horny. I wondered what else she knew about me. That was Friday and she wasn't due to come back until Monday, I am usually at work Monday but this time I decided not to go in. I heard her open the door, I had some music playing and had made sure I was naked, my heart was pounding, I had went out my way to make her catching me naked look as much like an accident but was so worried she would freak out. Now I may be 53 but I am not bad looking and my body is slim and trim. I had my butt plug in my ass and was gently stroking myself as she walked in the kitchen, I had some lesbian porn on the lap top and I could see her reflection in the window. I had left the remote control to the butt plug on the table. She was just standing looking at me as I rubbed my cock and then I felt the butt plug vibrate faster and then faster again. I knew I had to do something and I turned round trying to look shocked and said sorry I forgot she was coming today. There was no way I could hide my rock hard cock. A few seconds past and she smiled and said she didn't mind and pushed the butt plug to max vibrations. She reached out and took my cock in her hand, well that was it I exploded all over her hand and her T shirt. I said sorry but she said don't worry and then she got on her knees and started to lick and suck me. She was good, very good and I was hard again she used one hand to push the butt plug in and out my ass while she sucked my cock. I was so excited and was soon cumming again she pulled it out her mouth and it went over her face and hair. She laughed and said that was another mess she would have to clean up. She asked if I wanted her to clean the butt plug too and she pulled it out and in one motion put it in her mouth and licked it clean. She asked if I was OK? I guess my face was a picture and all I could do was nod. Her T shirt had quite a lot of my cum on it and she pulled it up over her head, she had on a black bra and I could almost see those wonderful breasts, She undid the clip and let it fall to the floor. They were everything I thought they would be, her nipples were hard and she took my hand and put it on one, she said she had seen me looking at her for ages and knew I had been excited due to the bulge in my jeans. I sort of came to my senses for a bit and said but your Marks daughter. She laughed and said he would freak if he knew even half the stuff she had got up to over the years. She took my hand and pulled me into the lounge where she took off her jeans and panties, she was shaved fully and she sat on the couch and told me to lick her. I was soon hard again and fucked her on the couch. She got dressed finished the cleaning as I sat there naked and then left. We had sex every time she came to clean and sometimes she would come over and just let herself in when I was sleeping and I would find her next to me in bed. This has gone on for a few months now and I know I am falling for her not that anything long term could ever come of it. And If Mark finds out he will kill me and maybe that is part of the thrill of. I wonder if my wife will ever forgive me if she is looking down on me. I hope so because I am having so much fun and never want it to end

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Looking back, my best friend’s mom has been living rent-free in my head for years now.
Back then, I saw her almost every day during the summer when I was chilling at their house or crashing there overnight, and after that afternoon, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, like, I was totally completely obsessed. It was a total fluke, catching her naked on her webcam, but every inch of her body was like tattooed in my head forever. She was always acting so proper and straight-laced, the kinda mom who was all about posting MAGA stuff or Bible verses on X, giving off this hardcore “faith and family” vibe. But after seeing her like that, it was impossible to look at her the same when she came in with a tray of homemade cookies, all sweet and churchy, ‘cause all I could see was her naked body, and it was screwing with my head big time.
It happened when my friend and his girlfriend were in his mom’s bedroom, video chatting with me on his mom’s webcam. We were just goofing off, joking about stupid stuff, when I stepped away to grab a snack. When I got back, the room was empty—I thought they’d bailed, leaving the webcam on, showing nothing but their mom’s bedroom. I waited a few minutes, thinking they’d show up, but then she walked in—my friend’s mom.
She came in all graceful, like some fancy lady, wearing a knee-length skirt that hugged her long, lean body. She was always, like, super chill and kinda shy and quiet, the type of classy lady who seemed next-level proper. Although I had always thought she was pretty, I never really noticed how her long brown hair, tossed up in a messy bun with these hot little strands dangling around her face, looked so totally sexy.
She had no clue the webcam was running, no idea I was watching.
She started undressing, and I knew I shouldn’t keep looking, but I couldn’t stop.
My hands were shaking so bad I could hardly move them, fumbling to hit record ‘cause it felt like this couldn’t be real or she’d snap out of it and see the webcam, maybe even catch me staring at the screen, my heart going bonkers, like it was gonna bust through my ribs, my body all jittery and wired. My mind was buzzing with thrill and panic, screaming at me to turn it off, but I was totally locked on her every move.
She wasn’t in a rush, peeling off her skirt and blouse really slowly, like it was nothing.
When her bra came off, I about died—her small B-cup boobs were so perky, with these pert pink nipples that popped against her pale skin.
Her body was unreal, long and lean with a super thin waist and a perfectly shaped ass that was just flawless.
She dropped her panties, showing off a little bush that made her even hotter.
Then she bent over right in front of the camera to grab something off the bed, her bare coochie right there, so close I could see every detail.
I swear, I almost busted a nut right then, my whole body on fire.
She got a phone call and stood there, totally naked, chatting all casual like she wasn’t giving me the show of my life.
Those dainty tassels in her hair dangling as she talked, her tiny boobs pointing straight at me just enough to drive me nuts.
As she stood there, facing the webcam, her pussy was, like, right in my face, impossible to ignore. Her thin waist flowed down to these grown woman hips, framing everything perfectly. Her bush wasn’t all thick and wild—it was more like she’d shaved it a while back and now it was growing in, this short, dark stubble that looked so hot, outlining her coochie just enough to make my brain short-circuit. The skin around it was smooth, pale, with this slight curve where her thighs met, making her look all lean and sexy. Every little detail had me totally locked in, my eyes glued to the screen, knowing I shouldn’t be staring but way too hooked to look away.
I remember she started doing yoga—nude, like, completely nude.
She flowed into these poses, all smooth and elegant, like she knew she was putting on a private show just for me.
She did a downward dog, her perfect ass up in the air, her coochie peeking out between her toned thighs, her pink nipples pointing down as her boobs hung just a bit.
She slid into another pose, her long legs stretched wide, her thin waist twisting, her bush totally grabbing my full attention.
She got into this super cool pose, standing on one leg like some kinda dance star, her long, skinny body not even wobbling a bit. Her ass was perfect, all round and tight, looking so hot, each side just right, moving a little when she balanced, making me go totally crazy. Her legs were awesome, super long and strong, the one holding her up all tough, with muscles showing under her skin, and the other one bent up, her foot pushed high on her leg, showing off how sexy her legs are. Her skinny waist kept her steady, like she was some kinda statue. Her arms were so elegant, moving like she was drawing something in the air, her hands making these soft shapes over her head, looking all classy and hot. I couldn’t stop staring at her butt and legs and how her arms moved.

When she launched into that jaw-dropping backbend, facing the webcam, her body arched like a goddamn centerfold, serving herself up like a private show for my eyes only. Her long, lean frame curved back with this effortless, fuck-me grace, her small B-cup tits skyward, those pert pink nipples hard as bullets, practically daring me to jerk off right there. Her snatch was front and fucking center, her narrow hips framing a patch of short, dark stubble, outlining her tight crotch so vividly I could trace every contour of her pussy lips with my eyes, her clit peeking out like a goddamn tease, my cock throbbing like a jackhammer. The way her pelvis tilted up in that pose, her smooth, pale skin stretched taut over her hipbones, it was like she was shoving her crotch right in my face, taunting me to lose my shit. Her legs were spread wide to hold the bend, those lean thighs flexing like steel, making her crotch the star of the show, every detail screaming for my attention.
I was a wreck, hands trembling, breath short, my body screaming to act on the raging hard-on, my mind torn between guilt and this primal, insatiable lust, completely fucking consumed by her every move, knowing I’d never get this image out of my head.
I couldn’t fucking stop myself—my body took over, my hand moving on its own, I lost it in seconds, my desk a mess. My brain, totally fired with guilt and crazy desire, and locked on her every move, barely able to handle how bad I wanted her right then.
At the time, she finally stepped into a skirt, pulling it up slowly and ending the wildest show I’d ever seen, like she was slamming the door on something totally insane. Just minutes ago, she was completely naked, her long, skinny body all out there, giving me this unreal view of her perky tits, tight butt, killer legs, and spread pussy, while she rocked those sexy yoga moves, every inch of her making my brain short-circuit. Now, she was sliding on this super plain skirt, hitting just below her knees, nothing hot or flashy, like something you’d see on a church lady. The way she smoothed that skirt down, all calm and righteous, was so different from the way her body moved before, like she was turning into this clean-cut, wholesome mom who’d never dream of showing off like that. It was nuts how she went from totally bare, driving me crazy, to this low-key, super conservative chick, and I was just sitting there, my head all messed up, still seeing her naked even with that boring skirt covering it all. It was just me and that recording.
Years later, I think about how I saved that video and watched it a million times, no joke, got every single second burned into my brain. I was, like, totally hooked, jacking off to it over and over and I couldn’t freaking stop, no matter how bad I knew it was. It was like I was stuck in this loop, replaying her body in my head, and it was driving me nuts. At first, I was scared to death to show it to anybody, ‘cause I knew I could get in trouble. But I couldn’t help myself, it was too insane to keep to myself. I had to show it to a couple of my buds, just to, like, prove I wasn’t making it up. I swore them to keep it quiet, made ‘em promise not to tell, but that didn’t last, like, a day. Soon, it was like the whole freaking neighborhood and school had seen the video. Every dude I knew had seen my friend’s mom naked now.
She was, like, basically an internet porn star back then, everyone in school and half the neighborhood had it stashed on their phones, but nobody had the guts to tell my friend his mom was all over the place like that. We all tried to act chill around him, like nothing was up, but it was super weird knowing every dude in the room had seen his mom’s legs spread and pussy open. We were all sneaking looks at each other, half guilty, half hyped, trying not to let on, but it was like this secret was eating us up.
It was so messed up, but I couldn’t freaking stop. Every time after that, when I went over to my friend’s house, I was a total wreck, my stomach all knotted up, watching her every move like some creepy weirdo, making me feel like total trash, but still wanting more. That innocent smile she would give haunted me every night. She was still the same quiet, classy mom, totally clueless about the video, bringing us homemade cookies or asking about school in that polite, sweet mom voice. Meanwhile, I would be sitting there, trying to act normal, but all I could see was her naked legs spread wide in those yoga poses, the guilt slamming me hard but not hard enough to make me quit.
Now that I’m grown, that video left me with this messed-up voyeur addiction, always chasing that secret thrill, and every chick I date, I’m sizing up against my friend’s mom—her tight, sinuous body, that proper church-lady vibe—and none of ‘em ever come close.
P.S. Just the other day, I stumbled across that video again, posted on some voyeur site, and holy shit, it hit me like a goddamn lightning bolt, so fucking hot it yanked me right back to that summer, her tight, lean body and those sexy yoga poses still seared in my brain. Finding it out there, still floating around after all these years, was this insane rush and it’s why I had to write this story, to spill out how that moment messed me up and keeps pulling me back, no matter how proper and churchy she seemed.

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My best friends boyfriend stopped me in the hall yesterday and was telling me that they where having all kinds of problems and he wasnt sure if he wanted to go with her to the homecomming dance comming up. He asked me to come over after school to tolk about it becuase shes devistated. We have been best friends since we were little and I love her to death.

I got there and we talked and talked an basicaly he just got sick of her. There wastn alot I could do and I finally convinced him him to just take her as friends. We agreed and he said he would take me home in a few he wanted to shower. So he went in the hall and I was watching tv on his bed and he came in totally naked. I could not stop starring at his dick, its big and thick and he had a great body. Hes kinda nerdy and does that jumping around on buildings stuff I had no idea thats what he looked like naked. I was acting like i couldn't see so I have no idea if he noticed or not.

He txted me all day today and he is comming over later to help me pick a dress on the computer.

I am very shy and reserved but I have a freak side that no one knows about, thats the reason I am even on this site.

So I confess when he comes over I want to suck his cock, slobber all over it, I want him to bend me over a chair and slowly slide his big dick in my little pussy. I want him to pound me from behind untill I scream then pul out and cum all over my face.

There I feel better.

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I confess that I cast a spell to win the lottery but found a treasure instead…
 It was not but before yesterday. The lottery jackpot was outrageously high. I had attempted earlier with my girlfriend to produce enough loosh to manifest some winning numbers. We yielded no positive results for lottery but I enjoyed our endeavors. 
 I knew if we were to stand a chance of creating any real Sex Magik, we would need more willing bodies. People that entertained a certain type of magical thinking. Likely of the Cluste-B variety..
 I created a new profile on a popular alternative hook-up app. The profile pics were nothing particularly spectacular, but I thought they communicated a certain air of a couple that were secure with themselves. The bio though, was a simple short blurb advertising my intent. I didn’t fuck around with straight couples or bullshit bicurious single males. I wanted cock and pussy. I was going to have a fucking full swap or an orgy.
 The bio detailed my plan. All participants agree upon a shared set of lottery numbers. We then set upon each other with carnal lust and the appropriate Will and invoke our manifestation. “Should we fail to produce the lottery numbers”, I penned, “we would still win in the end”.
 The last part was an extremely dry joke but it was brought up later. 
 I actually received quite a few responses but most were single men. Eventually I received a message from a person I will call Jack. Jack had wife named Jill. Jack started sending me pictures faster than I could send mine back. I was afraid I wasn’t sending enough of my gf and too many of my cocklet and I. Jack didn’t mind though. Jack thought that was just fine.
 We set up a place for the four of us to meet. I always vet people out before I stick my dick into them or their’s into me. I have a sensitive barometer for people I fucking hate and so I like to sniff new prospects out before I take them home or to a hotel.
 I had cleared the entire thing with my girlfriend before I ever ran the add on the bio but given the small community we live in, and the troubles we have had before in finding swinging bi couples, she was very surprised at how fast I had arranged such a meeting. It made her nervous for the entire day.
 My gf and I arrived at the agreed meeting place before Jack and Jill. It wasn’t quite six in the evening but it was already dark. The other couple were more than fashionable late. My gf was practically frantic from the anxiety she felt. She usually feels some anxiety on the first meeting when we swing but this was extraordinary. It highly uncharacteristic of her.
 When they arrived I suggested we all just pile into my truck for the warmth. Jack and Jill were agreeable to that and we all climbed inside the cab. Jack liked my truck and tried to engage me a little on the topic of diesel engines and vehicle models like mine. I fained little knowledge. I was more interested in fucking his hole. I mean, his wife was okay, but I liked this man from the moment I smelled him. But I would soon cum to see how very much, Jack was absolutely insane.
 At first, there was some back and forth between the four of us but it would not be long before Jack would rise to dominate the conversation totally and I was in awe at the spectacle of him. He was a juggernaut that could not be stopped. Holy shit. He was a bit shorter than me and had a muscular build. Probably procured through hard work rather than lifting weights. He wore a fleece cap but I expected a cowboy hat. He a chiseled jaw with a cleft chin. He was very handsome.
 Jill was closer to our age. She was probably your typical bpd nympho. A body of about  average but very large breasts. Scandinavian with Irish maybe? Doesn’t really matter, she had large breasts. Very fuckable in my book. Her fantasies were very dark I think. Definitely lots of psychological damage. Large breasts though. Jack would tweak on her nipples as I sometimes managed to chime in. It was very distracting in the most delicious of ways. Did I mention that her breasts were rather large? She wanted dicks rubbing together inside her. Actually I wanted that, but I knew she would have enjoyed it.
 Jack wasn’t a total dick though. He had method to his maddness. As he attempted to dazzle my gf and I with his strange stories and exploits of himself he left small oppenings. He found out quite a bit more than I tried to let on. He was much more cleaver than one might initially assume by his antics.
 Jack began to regail us with stories of killing, incest, rape, sex torture, squirting, marijuana omnitopical, drugs, his construction career, his pro-rodeo career , his porn career,he was a veteran,  how he hated his mom (I guess?), more incest,his ties to mafia, the finer points of leather stitching and yet more incest.
 Also, he only bottemed unless, “the dude was a chick”. My girlfriend looked right at me as he said that. I knew what she was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. 
 Actually, I was thinking about something totally different than her. I had been watching far too many youtube videos about people psychological problems. I had found out what type of crazy people with traits like myself find appealing. Jack was prime specimen of what is supposed to get my juices flowing. I think that youtube is right. 
 With every story, my gf became more and more apprehensive. They mentioned god 11 times. She counted. Every other story was a burning red flag. “These people are fucking kray kray!”, she said to me without speaking. Sure, the story about the squirting sex slave and tarp over the matress seemed funny at fist. But they sorta lost my gf’s interest when the said they had to beat the shit out of her and take her to a mental hospital. Because they cared. Fucking A. The story of the justified homicide did not help. 
 I knew there was no way this was going past the initial meeting between us. It was a shame. I was not sure if anything this person said was true. Pathological lying is hallmark of people with narcissistic traits. But Jack was broken in way that seemed very familiar to me. It could very well be that every story he told was crafted based on his perception of what he thought I might find interesting. It could also be that most if not all of what he said is a close approximation of reality. Chaos fills the lives of the people with traumas. Jack lived in another world at any rate.  
 We finally parted ways after two hours of Jack’s fantastic stories. Neither my girlfriend or I thought it wise to persue them but I harbor deep regrets. Jack being either human typhoon with bpd or a psychotic narcissist, makes no difference to me. The damage is the same. The sex is probably the best I will never know. I don’t even know why it would be so great. But I think it would. People say that it is. Who am I to gainsay them?
 I wanted to win a billion a dollars but instead I found a person that beyond any treasure that could compare. A person so beautifuly tortured that only I could see the true worth of. A person that would not bore me. A person that would probably murder me. A person whose emotional dis-regulation riviled my own I think. Probably eclipsing it. I am sure every day with Jack would be a whirlwind of passion and near death experiences. 
 I confess this Jack, should you ever read this and recognize me, I would have rocked your world like no fucking other. I would have made you cum with every hole I have. I would have fucked every hole of yours. I would have played every crazy mind game you set up for me. I would have made every pore of yours drip sweet and I would have drained your fucking balls. I would have fucked your body, destroyed your mind and raped your sole. You would have fragmented into a dozen or more pieces inside your mind and I would have fucked every one of them. You could have beaten me until my body was bruised and my will was broken. I could have broken you. It would have been fun. I would have saved you from god. You could have joined me with the devil. We could have found refuge in each other’s holes.
 Fuckit, I still have your number…
 

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I have a tenant and her 18 year old son that live in the apt. 2 doors down. during the covid crisis he turned 18 and was doing school at home, he had problems with his school work. i heard his mom yelling at him one night about the grades he was getting and the notice about him not being able to graduate if he didnt get passing grades. long story short his mopm asked me to keep an eye on him and let her know if i saw him leave during the day or had friends over. one day he knocked on my door and asked if i could look at the bathroom sink it was leaking, so i went over, fixed it, and said hey i need to talk to you, come over my apt. when you get a second, i could tell he was worried. he came over and sat down,i really didnt know him at all. other then seeing him around and telling myself, i have the hottest fuckiing 18 year old on the planet 2 doors down from from me. i told him his mom talked to me and wanted me to inform her if he left during the day or had friends over, right away he was making excuses why his 2 friends were in his living room playing games on the computer. i told him dont fucking worry, i wont say anything, i promise. i also asked him about his school work and maybe failing, he just looked at me and said, yea im going to fail, im to far behind. i told him ill help him, tell his mom that he would be coming to my house to do his school work, she was completely of the chart happy when he told her. so he would walk in my apt about 7 15 am, and come in my room, at first he sat on a chair, then he was laying in the bed next to me watching t.v. while i did ALL his school work. all of asudden he was getting all A's. his mom flipped, he did too when she got his report card in the mail that day. he came in my room the next morning and grabbed me and was so happy that he no will graduate high school. the following week he turned 18, and i told him to invite his best friends over in the day and i would have a party for him, booze, pot and porn basicly. at about 215 everyone started to leave ,Sean was pretty hammered laying on the couch and i grabbed him and took him to my room to sleep on my bed, the couch sucks to sleep on. when he got to my room he said i need to piss walked in the bathroom peed and washed his face and came out with a towel around him, no clothes on an then jumped in my bed dropping the towel. i was already laying down and looking for the remote, he said he has it and he turned the t.v. on. what i forgot to do the night before was turn off the dvd player and switch the t.v. to cable. porn was playing, not that it was a bad thing, we all just watched porn in the living room for 6 hours, but because he was naked and i was next to him, all of a sudden he fast forwarded it then played it and turned it up. i was pretty shocked, hes a perfect 10, hottest girlfriend on earth and he's watching porn in my bed naked. i went in the living room and took a hit from the bong, he heard me hit it and asked me to bring it in the room, i did.
his entire body was under the blanket up to his neck and i could see wear both his hands were, on his cock, his 11.5 inch cock. hew asked me to light it and put it up to his mouth and he took 4 hits. he said he never felt this good b4. i should also state, i have fantastic impulse control but it was starting to fade away. i layed on my side of the bed an he said, its freezing in here get under the blankets. i did right after i took 5 nitro pills to get my heart started again, lol, jk. i got under them and he turned my way and said, thank you so much for today, the party and helping him so much, i forgot to say i taught him how to surf the summer before, he would borrow 1 of my boards, but i bought him one an told him close your eyes, i went into the closet and layed it on his body, he opened his eyes, and i could tell he was in shock, he got up out of bed, his dick as hard as it can be, throbbing up and down, he grabbed the board and couldnt believe it. he put the board up on the wall to see it, then grabbed me so fucking hard he cracked my back,., that felt good, but even better was his cock pressed against my ass when he grabbed me, anyway he threw me on the bed, im 6'1 he's 6'3 all muscle and he got on top of me sat on my chest and grabbed my hands and pinned me down and looked at me and just shook his head. he rolled off me layed on the bed got under the blankets so did i, he grabbed pulled me next to him, real tight. like i was pressed against his body and his arm around my neck pulling me closer, thats when i asked him to hand me the bottle of nitro bcuz i was having or near having a heart attack,,,, lol jk. he was jacking his dick with one hand i could feel the movement and then out of the blue he said, " HOW ABOUT A LITTLE HELP" after the paramedics defib'ed me hahaha. he grabbed my hand that was on his chest and pulled it onto his dick, he said promise you will never tell my mom about this, you know the answer to that one right? i started jacking him one handed and i said im going to move that way, he spread his legs open and when i got over them he put my pillow between his legs and pulled me down, i was just going to lay on that side of the bed to jack him with both hands but he had other plans.he grabbed my head with both hands and i had his diclk in my hand he said put it in your mouth and im going to ppush your head up and down so you dont bite it, it was that big....after blowing him that long, i couold barely open my mouth , i said can we lay side to side and ill suck it like that, we moved and he started pumping my mouth harder deeper and faster, he said why the fucking have i never tried it this was.he would pump then stop and his cock was throbbing so hard in my mouth, he said dont move at all or ill cum. he fucked the living holy hell out of my mouth for 4 hours, then he said oh fuck im cuming and grabbed my head and pushed it deep onto his dick and started to cum, he came so hard it came out my nose, i honestly thought i was going to drown, but thoughts of what my death certificate would say as the manner or death , i pushed back a bit with his cock still throbbing and cuming. it was so intense that he held my head in the same position, and pulled the blanket over us with his dick fully in my mouth and he fell asleep, i tried but i wondered if that would be the last time that dick would be in me, i just sorta cherrished the moment, and stayed away with his dick in my mouth, for the next 3 hours.
the funny thing is, this isnt the story i was going to tell. the story i was going to tell was, he has a only fans account and wanted me to help him fill it will slut porn we made, we ended up one night at the adult bookstore in north hollywood where my friend paul works. anyway, ill write the rest of that story tomorrow......
the picture is him in my shower

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Life, the Universe & everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Life is wasted on the living.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Time is bunk.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

when I was young!

Why, what did she tell you?

I don't know, I didn't listen!”

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

“Anything that happens, happens.

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

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

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

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

“Who is this God person anyway?”

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

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

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

`But the plans were on display...'

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

`That's the display department.'

`With a torch.'

`Ah, well the lights had probably gone.'

`So had the stairs.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

`What's so unpleasent about being drunk?'

`You ask a glass of water.'"

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

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

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

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

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

`Stick it up your nose,' he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

`I see.'"

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

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

`Sweet kid.'

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

`She eases up does she?'

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

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

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

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

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

He blinked at me as if I was stupid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rome wasn't burned in a day.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Many criminal cases, even when investigated by the most
experienced and best qualified investigators, are ultimately
solved by an admission or confession from the person responsible
for committing the crime. Oftentimes, investigators are able to
secure only a minimal amount of evidence, be it physical or
circumstantial, that points directly to a suspect, and in many
instances, this evidence is not considered strong enough by
prosecutors to obtain a conviction. In such cases, the
interrogation of the suspects and their subsequent confessions
are of prime importance.

This article addresses the question of why suspects speak
freely to investigators, and ultimately, sign full confessions.
The physical and psychological aspects of confession and how
they relate to successful interrogations of suspects are also
discussed, as is the "breakthrough," the point in the
interrogation when suspects make an admission, no matter how
minuscule, that begins the process of obtaining a full
confession.

DEFINING INTERROGATION

Interrogation is the questioning of a person suspected of
having committed a crime. (1) It is designed to match acquired
information to a particular suspect in order to secure a
confession. (2) The goals of interrogation include:

* To learn the truth of the crime and how it happened

* To obtain an admission of guilt from the suspect

* To obtain all the facts to determine the method of
operation and the circumstances of the crime in question

* To gather information that enables investigators to arrive
at logical conclusions

* To provide information for use by the prosecutor in
possible court action. (3)

Knowing the definition and objectives of the interrogation,
the question then asked is, "Why do suspects confess?"
Self-condemnation and self-destruction are not normal human
behavioral characteristics. Human beings ordinarily do not
utter unsolicited, spontaneous confessions. (4) It is logical
to conclude, therefore, that when suspects are taken to police
stations to be questioned concerning their involvement in a
particular crime, their immediate reaction will be a refusal to
answer any questions. With the deluge of television programs
that present a clear picture of the Miranda warning and its
application to suspects, one would conclude that no one
questioned about a crime would surrender incriminating
information, much less supply investigators with a signed, full
confession. It would also seem that once suspects sense the
direction in which the investigators are heading, the
conversation would immediately end. However, for various
psychological reasons, suspects continue to speak with
investigators.

SUSPECT PARANOIA

Suspects are never quite sure of exactly what information
investigators possess. They know that the police are
investigating the crime, and in all likelihood, suspects have
followed media accounts of their crimes to determine what leads
the police have. Uppermost in their minds, however, is how to
escape detection and obtain firsthand information about the
investigation and where it is heading.

Such "paranoia" motivates suspects to accompany the police
voluntarily for questioning. Coupled with curiosity, this
paranoia motivates suspects to appear at police headquarters as
"concerned citizens" who have information pertinent to the case.
By doing this, suspects may attempt to supply false or
noncorroborative information in order to lead investigators
astray, gain inside information concerning the case from
investigators, and remove suspicion from themselves by offering
information on the case so investigators will not suspect their
involvement.

For example, in one case, a 22-year-old woman was
discovered in a stairwell outside of a public building. The
woman had been raped and was found naked and bludgeoned.
Investigators interviewed numerous people during the next
several days but were unable to identify any suspects. Media
coverage on the case was extremely high.

Several days into the investigation, a 23-year-old man
appeared at police headquarters with two infants in tow and
informed investigators that he believed he may have some
information regarding the woman's death. The man revealed that
when he was walking home late one evening, he passed the area
where the woman was found and observed a "strange individual"
lurking near an adjacent phone booth. The man said that because
he was frightened of the stranger, he ran back to his home.
After reading the media accounts of the girl's death, he
believed that he should tell the police what he had observed.

The man gave police a physical description of the
"stranger" and then helped an artist to compose a sketch of the
individual. After he left, investigators discovered that the
sketch bore a strong resemblance to the "witness" who provided
the information.

After further investigation, the witness was asked to
return to the police station to answer more questions, which he
did gladly. Some 15 hours into the interrogation, he confessed
to one of his "multiple personalities" having killed the woman,
who was unknown to him, simply because the victim was a woman,
which is what the suspect had always wanted to be.

This case clearly illustrates the need for some suspects to
know exactly what is happening in an investigation. In their
minds, they honestly believe that by hiding behind the guise of
"trying to help," they will, without incriminating themselves,
learn more about the case from the investigators.

INTERROGATION SETTING

In any discussion concerning interrogation, it is necessary
to include a review of the surroundings where a suspect is to be
interrogated. Because there is a general desire to maintain
personal integrity before family members and peer groups,
suspects should be removed from familiar surroundings and taken
to a location that has an atmosphere more conducive to
cooperativeness and truthfulness. (5) The primary psychological
factor contributing to successful interrogations is privacy--
being totally alone with suspects. (6) This privacy prompts
suspects to feel willing to unload the burden of guilt. (7) The
interrogation site should isolate the suspect so that only the
interrogator is present. The suspect's thoughts and responses
should be free from all outside distractions or stimuli.

The interrogation setting also plays an important part in
obtaining confessions. The surroundings should reduce suspect
fears and contribute to the inclination to discuss the crime.
Because fear is a direct reinforcement for defensive mechanisms
(resistance), it is important to erase as many fears as
possible. (8) Therefore, the interrogation room should
establish a business atmosphere as opposed to a police-like
atmosphere. While drab, barren interrogation rooms increase
fear in suspects, a location that displays an open,
you-have-nothing-to fear quality about it can do much to break
down interrogation defensiveness, thereby eliminating a major
barrier. (9) The interrogators tend to disarm the suspects
psychologically by placing them in surroundings that are free
from any fear-inducing distractions.

PSYCHOLOGICAL FACTORS

More than likely, suspects voluntarily accompany
investigators, either in response to a police request to answer
questions or in an attempt to learn information about the
investigation. Once settled in the interrogation room, the
interrogators should treat suspects in a civilized manner, no
matter how vicious or serious the crime might have been. While
they may have feelings of disgust for the suspects, the goal is
to obtain a confession, and it is important that personal
emotions not be revealed. (10)

Investigators should also adopt a compassionate attitude and
attempt to establish a rapport with suspects. In most cases,
suspects commit crimes because they believe that it offers the
best solution to their needs at the moment. (11) Two rules of
thumb to remember are: 1) "There but for the grace of God go
I"; and 2) it is important to establish a common level of
understanding with the suspects. (12) These rules are critical
to persuading suspects to be open, forthright, and honest.
Suspects should be persuaded to look beyond the investigators'
badges and see, instead, officers who listen without judging.
If investigators are able to convince suspects that the key
issue is not the crime itself, but what motivated them to commit
the crime, they will begin to rationalize or explain their
motivating factors.

At this stage of the interrogation, investigators are on
the brink of having suspects break through remaining defensive
barriers to admit involvement in the crime. This is the
critical stage of the interrogation process known as the
breakthrough.

THE BREAKTHROUGH

The breakthrough is the point in the interrogation when
suspects make an admission, no matter how small. (13) In spite of
having been advised of certain protections guaranteed by the
Constitution, most suspects feel a need to confess. Both
hardcore criminals and first-time offenders suffer from the same
pangs of conscience. (14) This is an indication that their defense
mechanisms are diminished, and at this point, the investigators
may push through to elicit the remaining elements of confession.

In order for interrogators to pursue a successful
breakthrough, they must recognize and understand certain
background factors that are unique to a particular suspect.
Many times, criminals exhibit psychological problems that are
the result of having come from homes torn by conflict and
dissension. Also frequently found in the backgrounds of
criminals are parental rejection and inconsistent and severe
punishment. (15) It is important that investigators see beyond
the person sitting before them and realize that past experiences
can impact on current behavior. Once interrogators realize
that the fear of possible punishment, coupled with the loss of
pride in having to admit to committing mistakes, is the basic
inhibitor they must overcome in suspects, they will quickly be
able to formulate questions and analyze responses that will
break through the inhibitors.

SUCCESSFUL INTERROGATIONS

Investigators must conduct every interrogation with the
belief that suspects, when presented with the proper avenue,
will use it to confess their crimes. Research indicates that
most guilty persons who confess are, from the outset, looking
for the proper opening during the interrogation to communicate
their guilt to the interrogators. (16)

Suspects confess when the internal anxiety caused by their
deception outweighs their perceptions of the crime's
consequences. (17) In most instances, suspects have magnified,
in their minds, both the severity of the crime and the possible
repercussions. Interrogators should allay suspect anxiety by
putting these fears into perspective.

Suspects also make admissions or confessions when they
believe that cooperation is the best course of action. (18) If
they are convinced that officers are prepared to listen to all
of the circumstances surrounding the crimes, they will begin to
talk. The psychological and physiological pressures that build
in a person who has committed a crime are best alleviated by
communicating. (19) In order to relieve these suppressed
pressures, suspects explain the circumstances of their crimes
they confess.

And, finally, suspects confess when interrogators are able
to speculate correctly on why the crimes were committed.
Suspects want to know ahead of time that interrogators will
believe what they have to say and will understand what motivated
them to commit the crime.

CONCLUSION

It is natural for suspects to want to preserve their
privacy, civil rights, and liberties. It is also natural for
suspects to resist discussing their criminal acts. For these
very reasons, however, investigators must develop the skills
that enable them to disarm defensive resistors established by
suspects during interrogation. Before suspects will confess,
they must feel comfortable in their surroundings, and they must
have confidence in the interrogators, who should attempt to gain
this confidence by listening intently to them and by allowing
them to verbalize their accounts of the crimes.

Interrogators who understand what motivates suspects to
confess will be better able to formulate effective questions and
analyze suspect responses. Obviously, more goes into gaining a
confession than is contained in this article. However, if the
interrogator fails to understand the motivations of the suspect,
other factors impacting on obtaining the confession will be less
effective.

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Today I recently went to the college to get this hold of restriction off for something I said to my teacher which got me kicked out of college. I should not have said it but this isn't the confession, after I left I went to smoke weed with a friend who I haven't seen in a couple months, I left there to go stop at my friends house who lives between the other road through my old neighborhood. I rung the doorbell to meet my friends sister who is 18 and is worth talking about in here but this is about my friends other sister. I went inside to see my friend and we talked about the usual, we are all planning to see the new Batman and the time we don't all have to hang out recently now that everyone is in college, working and not all of us live as close. After I left his room, and almost completely forgetting to say Hi to his little sister who is 6 almost 7 in August. I went in to see her room all pink and cluttered, she was wearing a black shirt with a pink cat design and she was wearing underwear, I would describe her more but I don't know if I can be able to because of this website and how some videos and people are but also because I don't know if I will like it or not. There was a little table in the middle of the room which was closer to the t.v than her bed. She stood on the table and I picked her up to get the best seat in the house, so she is sitting with one of my hands under her thighs and a back support with my other hand and she is telling me about her paints, that is how she says paint, its always plural. I am looking at her teeth with this confusion because I notice her two front teeth are coming in a litte crooked and her canine teeth are coming in just like mine, longer than the rest and when she smiles I can see that her smile ends right when her two canine teeth show.

Now by the length of this confession and just the time I am in my life, I would appreciate some words of comfort, empathy and anyone who has been in a similar situation and more specifically parents, man and woman of a daughter.

I am a frequent visitor to this site and being that this is a porn site, I am not here to judge morality, for I also do not have much myself and I am losing it more and more. This here is just very difficult because for the first time I thought more about my friends little sister than also my little sister through all of the years when all of us friends lived in the same neighborhood and I used to live down the street from this friend and I would go over all the time from her being 2 and now going to be 7. I have always loved kids, not in the motherless or Chris Hansen way, but just because how scared I am of life and death. Kids never deserve nothing but the love of life and kids no matter what, never deserve to know the bad from your own life, only pure love and the reminder that you were once younger.

Being 19 now, the times have changed of what I want and need. What I need now from anyone who can really try to take in how I feel about this time I am going through. I think this girl is going to be something I will want in the future when she is 16, 17, 18, given that as friends all of us stay in contact. We are all the best of friends, there is nothing we don't talk about, we don't bullshit each other when something is wrong. Its not just about having fun and the good times, we all have each others backs. We all know each others families throughout the years, we are all comfortable with each other as best friends.

I know that in the future to meet this one friend to see his little sister all grown up and being introduced as the friend who was always with her, and the piggy back rides and always taking time to play with her and trying to keep her in the room when her brother would kick her out when we would all try to hang out in his room, to now see her now with her teeth like mine and I love to bite, I mean I love to bite a girl wherever I can, the recent is this milf who works at my school in the S.G.A program I am in, she lets me bite her wherever. This is tough because knowing that I myself am good to kids, to one day maybe wanting to lust after my friends little sister from today having such a slow motion, almost lifeless feeling after seeing her teeth and her lips moving and knowing she likes when I carry her and she likes to give me a kiss goodbye when I leave.


I would appreciate anyone who can write on this post or message me with words of comfort and advice.

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i have to admit motherless is one of the best sites on the net at the moment and i have been enjoying uploading my collection..but in the last hour i have seen some shitty picturs of death, woman that have been raped and killed and car crashes with guts everywhere..one min i had a boner the size of blackpool tower next soft has an old man with no viagra..i know we all have a taste in porn i am no christian and i ain't no judge..i like strange things as the next guy...but shit..when i look at a woman i like her to be alive and in one piece not dead with legs cut off..this is not sex nor porn..and if at all possible it would be nice to keep gore and porn apart..so we can enjoy wanking of at porn...and let those who like there girlfriends 6 feet under and in a coffen..but think what must be in there mind when they see a fit blonde walking down the street..when most men would think about most things...these people will only get turned on if she is lying under a car dead..scary if you think about it..that those here who have a sister or daughter..will one day could be face to face with a guy who wants to kill her so he can have sex with her and this is a great place to post his photos of her...then when you are upset about the death of your sister/daughter..her photo is on here and people are wanking off to it.

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My wife is out of town, so I called her sister if she wanted to hang out Friday night. I've always had a strong attraction to her. I went to her house, and took a bottle of vodka and some mixers. By midnight, the vodka was gone and we were drunk and having a blast. She passed out on her bed in her undies, so I thought I'd get myself a feel. She woke up and told me I was going to regret this...I was scared to death she was going to tell someone. Instead, she pulled me into bed and started kissing me. Within minutes we were fucking. She was a dirty girl that liked it rough. I fucked the hell out of her and shot hot cum on her gorgeous tits. She cleaned up and we went to sleep. A little later she rolled over and started kissing me again, and we fucked again! She wanted it in every position you could imagine, as hard as I could deliver it. God her pussy was good. She even asked me to stick in her ass. :-) We fucked three times that night, and it was the best sex of my life. It was easily ten times better than being with my wife. I think I'm falling in love with my sister-in-law!

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Hey, Jason here. I confess that I'm in a bit of a...Predicament, I guess you would call it, It's definitely not the type of problem most people have. Well, about a year ago me and my sister Khloe had a "behind closed doors" sexual relationship going on but I got some good advice on here and we both agreed it would be best to shut it all down. But a month or two after that, we started acting like a pair of jealous, vindictive Ex's that tried and fuck with each others love life's as much as possible. I'll admit it was kind of my fault to begin with. After we stopped the relationship, I slept with one of her best friends, then Khloe went crazy and slashed two of the tires on my MINT!! 1968 Impala SS. Which, suffice to say made me wanna strangle her to death, but that's what really started this back to forth revenge thing. I restrained myself, and settled with destroying her current love life with this guy I know from work (I wouldn't say we're as good of friends, as Khloe was with the chick I fucked, but good enough for me to manipulate him) By making him think Khloe has been having some guy over late at night, and me hearing "strange" noises coming from their room. Coupled with a fake, drowned out audio recording made up of some amateur porn clip, that I "Made while hiding outside her room one night" and after that it was basically a stalemate for the next few months. In that time (4 or 5 months) me and her friend (the one I fucked, that started this whole fiasco) started going out. And skipping all in-between, I caught Khloe and her fucking in my bedroom last week. So, my ex lover sister was fucking my girlfriend. What do you do in a situation like this?? Because, I'm at a loss.

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A couple years ago, I met a doctor that specializes in the unique physiology of shit eating. He is gay and has been active in the scat scene for a long time. Almost all of his patients are shit eaters and he has a lot of experience with the problems that shit eaters' experience. He stays familiar with the pathogens that are going around in the area and what preventative treatments are needed. He offers a program for shit eaters that start with a variety of vaccines and a supply of prophylactic antibiotics, anti fungal and stuff for parasites and worms that you take before eating shit at scat parties from a lot of anonymous men during group sessions. The program includes regular checkups every 2 weeks to every 2 months for overall health, proper nutrition, checking for parasites and a list of other things.

I heard about him from another shit eater at a scat party I attended in West Hollywood and I was given his office number. When his office opened, I called and made an appointment to see him. On my first office visit with him, I thought I would make an impression and dressed very slutty in my scat party lingerie. I wore a very short tight light brown pleather skirt with a thin yellow belt over brown string bikini panties that had SCAT BOTTOM printed in bold pink letters across the butt. My skirt did not completely cover my panties and it was easy to read it. I always wear a tight silicone cock ring and balls stretcher that makes my 7-inch cock look bigger and it pushes my balls out so they are always easy to grab. With a soft cock, my scat bottom panties just barely cover my cock and balls. I went braless and wore a skimpy tight sheer yellow tube top over my 38DD boobs so they could bounce around and be seen very easily, the finishing touch was my SHIT EATING SLUT necklace.

The waiting room was crowded and everybody just stared at me when I walked in. There were a few guys, two girls, and one cute T-girl waiting to see the doctor. I checked in at the counter, then turned around and introduced myself to the group that was eyeballing me. I said "Hi I'm Kelly" and two guys said they knew me from some of the parties they went to so I started flirting with them. They were telling me how impressed they were when they watched me under the toilet chair at a scat party and they let everybody in the waiting room know all about my performance that they witnessed. When the nurse called one of them in to see the doctor he asked for my phone number and the other guy wanted it too. I told them I did not have any of my cards on me and asked if they had a pen. They did not but this cute petite blonde girl with huge boobs sitting next to them said she had a pen and handed it to me. After I gave my number to the two guys, the cute girl shyly asked if she could have my number too. I smiled and wrote my name and number on a piece of paper and underneath wrote, "You're hot! Call me for some hot dirty fun." When I gave her the paper, she looked at it then looked back at me and smiled and told me she would call me later that day to set it up. She was staring at my boobs and I asked her if she liked playing with big boobs and she said "oh for sure I do." She said she liked the way my boobs looked under the sheer tube top. I told her that she had bigger boobs than I did and she was much smaller than I was too. I sat down by her and we started talking about our shit eating experiences. She had a lot of experience eating big dumps from guys and she was so cute too. Hard to find beautiful girls that really get into eating and digesting big loads of shit. She told me that she had seen many of the professional scat vids that I did for Hardcore and she said I was her favorite shit eater. I asked her where she was staying and she said she just lost her apartment and was on the streets. I told her she could stay at my place if she wanted to but I would want to be fucking her a lot. She was okay with that then I told her about the young boys that hung out at my place. She asked how young is young? I told her they all have ID that says they are 18.
Then the door opened and the nurse called my name, when I walked behind the door the nurse gave me a look of disgust and told me she was glad I did not dress like a slut. I just smiled and said thank you. She led me to the exam room, handed me a gown to wear, and then told me that I probably did not need it since I was pretty much naked already. She told me the doctor was very busy but he would see me in a few minutes and walked out closing the door. I removed my tube top and skirt and sat on the edge of the table wearing just my bikini panties while I waited for the doctor. For some reason while I was sitting there, my cock became rock hard and my panties were so small they would not cover it when it was hard so it was sticking out the side of my panties and the balls stretcher I was wearing made my balls easy to see under my panties. The nurse popped back in and took my blood pressure and pulse without saying a word, when she finished she said the doctor would be right in and I'm sure I heard her whisper "what a slut" as she walk out the door. By the time the doctor walked in my hard cock had softened up and it was back under my panties.

When he walked in, I noticed his eyes went straight for my boobs before he looked at my face. The doctor asked me to describe my scat activities to him so he could have an idea which treatment I needed. I started to describe my activities in a very graphic detailed way while I watched the doctor's eyes keep glancing down at my boobs, which made my cock start growing. While I described the intimate details of my shit eating, I noticed his cock was also getting hard and it quickly got huge and was bulging out in his pants. By that time my cock was as hard as a rock too and it was sticking straight out of one side of my panties with my balls sticking out the other side. The doctor knew I could see his huge hard cock and I could tell he did not know what to say about it so I broke the silence and asked him if he would like me to eat his shit sometime. He smiled and went on with his interview and both of our cocks stayed hard the entire time. After a few minutes, he stopped and told me that he was sorry for being unprofessional but he could not get the visual picture out of his head of me eating his shit. He told me nobody had ever done that to him and he had to either end the exam and reschedule or we could just go for it and I could eat his shit right then and there. I told him I would love to do it for him and promised to not make any mess and keep it all in my mouth. He told me he would love to see me do that and hoped I was hungry because he had not shit that morning and his colon was full of shit for me to eat. I told him I was actually starving for exactly that and would devour all of it. He walked over and locked the door then took off his pants and opened a drawer and pulled out a big syringe and filled it full of water. He handed me the syringe and told me to put the water in his ass while I sucked on his hard huge cock and balls. I ended up filling his ass with three full syringes of water and sucked his cock for about 5 minutes while the water loosened up all the shit in his colon. I could hear his colon rumbling, it was building up pressure, and doctor told me to lie on the floor and get ready to swallow. I laid down on the floor, opened my mouth wide and watched his huge cock and big balls bouncing around over my face as he lowered his ass to my mouth. I started stroking his cock with both hands and he demanded that I keep my lips sealed tight around his ass and not allow any leakage. He told me the exam would be free if I did not let any out of my mouth and he did not want to smell it either. I had my lips pressed tight around his ass and moved my tongue to the side so the flow could go directly down my open throat. Then the deluge was released and it was blasting out like a fire hose. The doctor was not kidding when he said he had a lot for me to eat and it just kept flowing out as I was gulping his colon full of thick brown shit juice filled with gobs and gobs of heavy sticky turds down my throat like a hungry wolf. I even surprised myself by swallowing it all with just a little brown juice coming out at the corners of my mouth along with a small amount of shit juice that came out of my nose when I choked for a moment at the very end when a large gob of solid shit plugged up the entry to my throat, which is pretty normal when I swallow gushers like that. After he served the main course of my meal, I jacked him off while I kept sucking out the remaining packets of shit that kept exploding out of his ass for a few more minutes. After a few of the packets blasted out, he had a massive orgasm and completely covered my boobs with cum. While he shot his cum all over my boobs he blasted out another large amount of shit down my throat. I came right then too and blasted a big load of sperm over my belly and on my boobs. I started to clean his ass up with my tongue but he told not to bother, grabbed my tube top, and wiped his ass with it. Then he stood up and washed his shit down my throat with a long hard piss. He got dressed and handed me my tube top to put on. I slipped the skimpy sheer top over my boobs and it was covered with shit from wiping his ass with it. He said I looked good with the top stained like that and he continued the exam like nothing happened. At the end of the exam he mentioned that he had me fill his ass with the water to see if I was telling the truth about my abilities and he was very surprised that I swallowed it all. Before I left, he wrote his personal number on the back of his business card and handed it to me. He said he would love to take me out to dinner and if I spent the night he would have a big breakfast meal for me to eat. I told him I was very attracted to him and would love to have dinner and I was available that evening to spend the night with him. He said that was perfect and he asked if I was submissive. I told him very submissive and would love to be treated as his slave. He said I was exactly what he has been searching for a long time. He told me he was into the gay BDSM scene as a Dom and had posts on craigslist and ads in various gay publications looking for a submissive Tranny that was into BDSM and heavy scat play. He said he did not have any success finding anybody that had a look that got his cock hard until he met me.

The doctor asked me what my limits were. I told him it depends on the relationship I have with a Dominate man. I said when I am in a serious Master/slave relationship I had absolutely no limits to the point that I was willing to die for a Master's pleasure. He looked surprised I said that and I added that I never expected that to happen but if for some reason it became necessary I would never deny Master that use of me after I agreed to it. I reminded him that I had only agreed to that in two serious Master/slave relationships that required full control of every aspect of my life. I told him it certainly would not apply to causal dating and BDSM sessions. In those circumstances, I would prefer to not end up in the hospital when it was over. The doctor told me he was very surprised that I was willing to die for a Master. He heard stories of slave agreements like that but did not think it was true. He told me he would definitely enjoy using me in some very disgusting and sadistic ways. He said it would be a very interesting experience to be with a submissive willing to let things get to the level that I just described. I told him he did not seem like the type of man with a sadistic mindset and it excited me that he would like to explore that with me. He said I would be very surprised with all the sadistic fantasies he wanted to explore with me. He was excited about using me without limits and he was very impressed by my looks and attitude. He told me I really made his cock hard and gave him a very hard orgasm, and added that he had never considered the aspect of using a subs life but he often fantasized about getting close to that point and bringing the sub back to life. I told him that I could see myself becoming very intimate with him and we could explore that at some point. The doctor walked over to me pulled down my tube top, cupped my breast with his hand and pinched my big nipple and he kissed me passionately. After we kissed, he told me he would love to become very intimate with me. I kissed him back and told him I would love that very much Sir. We ended our talk with him telling me to show up at his place wearing some slutty leather BDSM lingerie under an elegant evening gown and that he had a fully equipped underground dungeon that I would be very impressed with.

When I got home I did not know if I should be scared or excited with the possibilities that might happen that night. I prepared myself in every detail to look the best I could for him and got my head in the proper perspective for a night of sadistic painful torture and I was sure he was going to enjoy beating the fuck out of me. When I thought about that my cock got rock hard and I started thinking about all the ways he might want to beat me. I started shaking in fear about him getting carried away and possibly end up going all the way with it. Part of me said let him but the other part said wait until he becomes my Master.

The doctor sent a beautiful big limo to my place to pick me up early that evening. I was wearing a sheer black elegant evening gown and wore a 1/4 cup purple and black bra that displayed my big boobs and hard nipples in a sexy but elegant way. The limo driver knocked on the door and I invited him in for a moment and introduced him to my cute 18 year old lover, Ellen that was in the front room playing video games with two cute boys. Ellen is a very cute and petite Fem Boi that is hung like a horse. She came over, shook his hand, and told him she was glad to meet him. He told her she was very pretty and then escorted me from my door to the limo and complimented me on how sexy I looked. I asked him how well he knew the doctor and he said he was the only driver the doctor used and they were personal friends. He helped me in the back door of the limo and as we drove I asked him if he was by chance gay and played around with the doctor. He hesitated for a moment not knowing what to say and I told him I knew all about the doctor's personal life and he sort of loosened up and told me that yes he was gay and played around with the doctor. I said and scat too? He said of course he did scat with the doctor and that was what the doctor was mostly interested in. I asked him about the doctor's dungeon and the driver told me it had many types of torture devices and bondage equipment. It had an area set up just for scat, which was used quite a lot. I asked him why it was underground and the driver said probably so the screams would not be heard. I asked Screams? He did not say anything for a few minutes then said he was sorry but he could not talk about the things that went on there.

The driver then told me he was surprised that the doctor was having a lady over since he was usually picking up young teen boys for the doctor. I laughed a bit and told him that I was a lady but I also had what the doctor liked. I slipped my panties to the side and exposed my hard cock, which had been hard the entire time I was getting ready for the doctor. The driver looked back over his shoulder and saw my hard cock and he could not believe what he saw. He said he had no idea that I had a cock and that was incredibly hot. I told the driver I was also into the young cute boys, especially the boys into scat. I told him the cute girl he met at my place was a submissive fem boi that just turned 18 and moved in with me. The driver said to me "you are kidding me? Right? That cute little girl has a cock? I thought she was your daughter or niece something like that." I told him yes she has a cock and she is my girlfriend and is very much into the scat scene and so are the cute boys you saw hanging out with her.

The driver told me the thought of Ellen and those cute boys eating shit just got his cock rock hard and he apologized but he needed to stop and jack off to get his cock down. I told him I would normally offer to suck him off but I could not do that since it would ruin my make up, then I told him he could fuck me if he wanted to. He liked that idea and quickly parked the limo and jumped in back with me and I quickly got my panties off and put my ass in the air for him fuck. His cock was nice and big and he got in me right away and started pounding my ass hard with his heavy balls slamming hard against my balls as he bottomed out in me. I started talking dirty to him about how nasty the boys at my place got when they were eating shit. He instantly had a huge cum blasting orgasm in me and shot a huge load of cum in my ass. He filled my hole full of cum and his huge thick cock had opened me up so much I could not close my hole to keep his cum from dripping out of my ass as I put my panties back on. I did not know what the doc would say about my cum soaked panties but I assumed he knew I was a slut and could not pass up a hard dick to play with.

When we got to the doctors place I was amazed by the size of the estate. The place was completely hidden from the road and from any neighbors with a tall security fence around the estate. When the limo pulled up to the front door a cute boy came out, opened the limo door and very politely invited me inside. The boy complimented me on how I looked and told me the doctor would be very pleased with me. When I walked in the main room it was decorated in a medieval type of setting, with wrought iron staircase and furniture. The boy told me to make myself at home and he wandered off. I walked around and checked out the authentic medieval antiques that the doctor was collecting. I did not know what some the devices were but they seemed to be used for some type of sexual torture or chastity. My cock was hard, tingling thinking about what the doctor was really like, and what possible latent sadistic things he planned to use me for.
The doctor walked in and I stood there for him to check out. He had me do a 360 and then told me I looked fabulous and just perfect for the night of fun. He had in his hand a leash and collar and told me he needed to put it on me and he had a script written in Latin for me to agree to and sign. He said we could dispense with the dinner and get things started if that was okay with me. I agreed with him and told him I was excited to get things started. After he put the collar and leash on me, I got on my knees before him, handed him the leash, and begged him to use me as he desired. He slapped my face hard on both sides and asked if I was ready to be put in my place as his slave. I responded Yes Sir please use me as you desire. That made him smile and he snapped his fingers and had two young boys come over and remove my evening gown. I stood there in my leather BDSM outfit and he noticed the cum on my panties. He asked me if the limo driver fucked me and I was hesitant to say anything not wanting to get the driver in trouble. He then slapped me hard over and over and told me he would not stand for this type of insubordination he demanded that I tell him the truth. I quietly told him yes the driver fucked me but it was my idea. He said that he was disgusted that I asked his driver to fuck me before he did. I told him I figured he knew I was a slut and got fucked a lot. The doctor said it was not a problem for him but it was definitely and problem for me now and he asked me what punishment I deserved. I did not know what to say and told him that it was not up to me to make any decisions about those things. He grabbed me by my collar and twisted it until I could not breathe and told me he didn't ask me to decide how he would punish me just what I thought I deserved. He began to slap me very hard and said to answer him. I calmly told him he probably should beat me for doing that. He asked me to what degree? I said I was not sure but I did not think I would deserve a death sentence for it. He said, "Oh you don't do you, well what if I feel you deserve death for that serious mistake you made. I looked at the ground and told him then I guess that is what I must deal with." He asked me "so are you giving me that option right now? I started crying as I told him I did not want him to do that but I felt that he probably should have that option. He slapped me again and told me that was not a specific answer, he demanded that I answered yes or no if I gave him the option to snuff me as his pleased. . I dropped to my knees and started crying like a child, I apologized repeatedly for being a slut, and then finally I looked up at him and said yes Sir I want you to have the option to snuff me any way you please. He twisted my collar again and asked me if I wanted him to do that to me now and to look him in his eyes when I give him my answer. . I looked up at him in his eyes, began to cry even more, and shook as I told him Yes Sir I am so sorry for being so disrespectful to you and asking your driver to fuck me. I deserve to be immediately disposed of, and I beg you to do it. . Both of our cocks got rock hard when I said that and he told me he was glad that I wanted him to do that. He told me he would hold that offer in abeyance but it would not happen that night.

I thanked him for his mercy and he told me that I did not need thank him. He then called the boys and told them to escort me to the dungeon and secure me under the toilet. He told them they could both shit and piss in my mouth all they wanted and they could smack me around all they wanted too. The boys pulled my hands behind my back and handcuffed my wrists. They both went and got electric cattle prods and took turns shocking me on my ass and boobs as they lead me to a hidden door to the dungeon. The door opened and an elevator was behind the door that took us down to the dungeon. Before we got out of the elevator the boys took turns jamming the cattle prod on my balls repeatedly, electrocuted my balls until I was screaming in pain, and begging them to stop. They told me they did not need to stop but they would this time.

Then they gave me a tour of the dungeon. It was decorated in the same medieval decor as the main room. But this place was lit with burning lanterns and had rings on the wall to secure people to, there was a whipping post and a rack. There were a few stocks to secure the head and arms in with various things behind them for either whipping or fucking. Then we came to something that made me freeze in fear, it was a real guillotine with a very sharp and shining blade on it. I asked the boys if it was used much and they answered it was just one of the antiques the doctor collected and it was just for show. They never knew of it being used but it could be since it worked perfectly. They said the doctor had called them from work that day and told them to get it cleaned up and oiled properly. They told me they had just finished getting it dialed in when I showed up. They walked me over to it and showed me how everything worked. There was a sliding board that the person was laid on and tied to and the board was slid forward and stopped with the head by the wooden stocks that automatically dropped around the neck when the board hit the stops. They demonstrated that to me and then pulled the rope and the blade came down quickly. Then they saw that my cock was rock hard and they asked me if that turned me on. I told them it is weird and I cannot explain why but yes it does turn me on.

Right at that time the Doctor walked in and saw me standing by the guillotine with my cock rock hard. The doctor reminded me that nothing like that was not going to happen so do not get your hopes up. You will be getting a severe beating which will start right now. He told the boys to take this filthy shit eating bitch to the toilet and fill her full of your shit and piss down her shit filled throat right now. I want her full of shit before I beat the fuck out of this disgusting shit eating whore. The doctor walked over to me and slapped my face very hard. Then he told me, "Oh you think you are so cute with your big boobs and sassy attitude" He slapped me again even harder, "I promise you will be begging for the guillotine long before I finish torturing you in some very sadistic ways, and I can assure you that killing you is not one of them, at least not until we have some spectators to watch. Do you understand that, bitch?" I said yes Sir I do. The doctor told the boys, "tie this bitch under the toilet, and don't be nice about it.

The boys took the cattle prods and started to fry my balls with them until I fell to my knees. Then they dragged me to the toilet chair started to secure me to it. My head was placed in a clamping device that held my head firmly in place with foam plates that tightened against the sides of my head; my mouth was held open by some coated hooks on my teeth. My wrists were secured to the back of the chair and my legs were secured behind my shoulders, there was a sloped foam device place under my ass to hold my asshole in place for easy fucking. One of the boys started fucking my ass while the doctor gave me my first load of shit to swallow, when he finished the other boy sat down on my mouth and started to shit. He had filled up with a piss enema while the doctor shit down my throat. His enema was massive and full of shit, he told me he had not shit for a couple days and it felt great to have me suck it out of him. He just keep shitting and shitting for almost an hour before he felt cleaned out. Before he traded places with the other boy he stuck his cock in the other boy's ass and filled him up with piss. Then he started fucking me while the boy lowered his piss filled ass to my mouth with brown piss dripping out. As the boy lowered his dripping ass to my mouth, he told me to expect a massive amount to very raunchy shit to eat and it will be like diarrhea since he caught some parasites and worms at the last scat party they had there. He hoped I did not mind him giving them to me. I did not have time to say a word before his asshole pressed down hard on my open mouth. I stuck my tongue inside his ass and mumbled to give me his filthy shit to eat. He yelled at me "eat my worm and parasite infested shit you filthy whore and you better get sick from it." I was tongue fucking his ass and begging for his filth in me and when it just started to gush out, It smelled and tasted utterly disgusting and I could tell it was full of clumps of worms and other parasites, I was gulping it all down and towards the end he pushed out some big clumps of some foul tasting parasites that I could feel moving around as they went down my throat and they kept moving around in my belly. The boy asked me how I liked it and I said it was perfect and asked for more. He told me he was a bit put off that I liked it because he would have beaten me if I said anything else. After the second boy finished I was filled up and my belly was full of shit and protruding out as if I was 5 months pregnant.

Then the doctor came back and saw that I was properly filled full with shit for him to begin torturing me. He had the boys untie from the toilet and they tied my balls up tightly to make them protrude out and be under pressure from the rope wrapped between my balls and cock. A foot long probe that was 3 inches thick with wires attached to it was shoved in my ass and secured in place with a harness, another probe with wires on it was pushed in my piss hole and it was secured in place with a small harness. A long and thick hollow dildo was stuffed down my throat and secured with a harness around my head to keep me quiet and it also had wires attached to it. Then they grabbed my balls and I watched as they clamped a metal balls stretcher between my cock and balls with wires attached to it. They told me they were going to electrocute me like that and it would most likely fry my balls until they sizzled like bacon. Then they took me to a rope that hung from the ceiling. My wrist cuffs were attached to the rope and it was pulled it up until I was on my toes. Then a real noose was placed around my neck and it was pulled up until I could just breathe. The wires were connected to a control box and the boys waited for doc to tell them what to do.

The doctor came over with a leather strap, ran it across my face, and told me he was really going to enjoy fucking me up good that night. He asked me if I wanted to be beaten to a pulp and I nodded yes. He replied, "That is very good and you will get what you want". Then he started to take the leather strap to my balls in a wicked way and told the boys to turn on the control box and the electric charge went started electrocuting my cock ass, balls, and it was excruciatingly painful. Then it started pulsing with a high energy that made me jerk around in a violent way. The boys laughed at how it affected me and kept turning the power up real high then back down. The doctor kept smashing my balls with the strap until I could not feel them anymore. The doctor said "you want your balls sliced off don't you bitch?" I did not do anything and he kicked my balls hard and said, "You better answer me, you want to be castrated don't you?" I nodded yes. The doctor said "good girl I will have them cooked in a shit filled omelet for your breakfast in the morning." then he started beating my body and pulled the noose up tighter until I was choking and barely able to breathe. My cock ass and balls were starting to get very hot as the electric current was starting to barbecue them. I truly thought he planned to kill me like this and after a couple hours, I did not think I would last much longer and started begging to be slaughtered. Just before I blacked out, I thought it was over and that was it for me.

I woke up early in the morning tied to a table with a fuck machine ramming a huge 3 inch thick dildo in my ass with a full 10 inch stroke. The machine was ramming it in me at a furious rate, cycling a couple times a second. Each stroke was lifting my body up tossing me violently around. The dildo was covered in my shit that was getting flung all over the place and there were piles of shit on my boobs and belly that other guys had left on me while I was out. I just laid there and my ass got fucked by that huge dildo for at least an hour before one of the boys showed up. He said the doctor was at work and they had control over me now. They told me that they have made about a hundred calls to guys to ask them come over and shit down my throat. They expected the first guy any minute. They stopped the fuck machine and untied me from the table then tied me under the toilet chair again and this time they brought over the fuck machine and replaced the dildo with a much larger one. The dildo was 3 1/2 inches thick and the stroke was increased another inch to a full 11 inches. They lined it up with asshole and rammed the dildo in me. When they turned in on it was lifting my body up and thrashing me like a rag doll. Just then the first guys showed up and shit down my throat, while they were shitting, I heard more and more guys talking and laughing about my predicament. The fuck machine was thrashing me so hard that it was hard to swallow all the shit from my guts getting pushed into my stomach from that monster dildo slamming into me. About 15 guys had shown up to take part in the ordeal. I could not eat all that shit so they just kept piling it up on my face until I was choking on it.

I could still feel those things moving around in my gut and they felt like they were getting bigger as they fed on me. The boy that gave it to me was ready to give me another load of his parasite infected shit but he wanted me to beg for it first. I begged him to give it to me and give me his filthy shit right down my shit eating throat. He sat down and blasted out another filthy load of loose shit down my throat. It was still filled with worms and other things and I just gulped it down, as a shit eater should. After he finished they untied me and told me to get dressed without cleaning up. Then they took me to the front of the building and the same limo driver picked me up. I was a total mess with welts all over me and covered in think lumps of shit and some was dried on me. He laughed when he saw me and asked me if the doctor found out he fucked me. I told he did right away and beat the fuck out of me for that. The driver said the doctor was going to beat the fuck out of me anyways so it didn't really matter too much did it?

The driver told me he would like to fuck me again after I was cleaned up if that was ok with me. I told him sure. When we got to my place I invited him in and introduced him too Ellen and the cute teen boys that were there having sex. I went and got cleaned up and when I came out he had Ellen and the boys lined up on the floor with their assholes in the air for him to fuck like musical chairs. When he saw me he told me he had already cum a couple of times and doubted he could cum again, but he still had his morning dump in him and he would love to put it down my throat. I got under our toilet chair and he sat down and gave me some long thick raunchy tasting turds to eat and finished with a blast of loose chunky shit that blasted all over my face. He got up and had one of the boys lick his ass clean and left. I saw the doctor again at his office but he never mentioned that night again and I did not bring it up either.

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"Why do you have a joker tatted on you?" I asked one slow afternoon, while we were in the walk-in fridge together.
" Cause I'm fuckin' crazy." He replied, with a devilish grin on his face. He left me in the walk-in, his voice echoing in my mind. Why would he say that? Was he really crazy or was he just sparking my mind? Honestly, he made me hella nervous.
Weeks go by and there is friction.Everyone in the restaurant notices it.Our co-workers were merciless. My smile is contagious they said, like a "Death Trap" for unsuspecting men, and he had been caught in it. His blue eyes had an equally devestating effect. Everyday i would find a reason to talk to him, to smile at him, to make him notice me. i would go to smoke a cigarette and he would follow me.He would ask questions; where i came from, why i was here of all places, and why i was so nice. No one had ever taken notice to me the way he did. I didnt know what it felt like to be persued by a man and it made me uneasy.
A couple more weeks go by. The flirting continues and to top it all off, a work party is planned. Everyone that was cool would be there, or at least 'cool' in this life. Which meant that everyone who was there would be smoking pot and getting schwasted on cheap vodka. I was the youngest one, the lightweight, the grasshopper of partyers. I had a feeling that something unpleasant was in the realm of possibilities. One shot, two shots....five shots, seven, eleven...fifteen shots later. I go outside for some fresh air and im followed.
" You okay?", He said with a drunken look of concern on his face.
"Yeah dude, I just need some air. I think i may have drank a little too much." I say as i smoke a cigarette, trying to ease my stomach by leaning on the balcony railing. I feel a pat on my head and the door opens then closes. He's gone. I can hear him telling others that im fine, that i said i'd be in after a while. I didnt say that, but i appreciated the extra time to gather myself.
We're all playing poker, the night is bits and pieces thanks to the alcohol. He touches my hand.We're sitting on the floor around the coffee table taking shots.Laughing. Hoping that no-one else notices that our bodies are touching. He grabs my hand and squeezes it. I squeeze back. He smiles at me, brushes his hand across my cheek when i smile back, and lightly pokes at my dimple. I look in his eyes.The deepest eyes I've ever gazed into. The only eyes that i've ever become lost in. The only eyes that have ever left me absolutely breathless. I get nervous, suddenly im possessed with something, and i feel that i know what to do.
I lean in and kiss him. Our lips are soft against eachother. It's like electricity starting at my lips, travelling through my body, waking up my soul. We kiss and time stops. The world slows its turning, the moment is cherished, remembered even in its happenning. As his lips left mine, i knew they would be missed.Not just in the future, but in the moment as well.
And that's how it started, the end of my life. We used to tell eachother thats what happens when a tornado meets a volcano. We knew it would end in disaster, but it just felt so right. We were best friends.Lovers. We were stupid.

***

It's seven o'clock and im waiting for him.We have mondays off and decided to go to dinner and a movie. He has a girlfriend and i know its wrong, but i cant help it. He gets called into work so i wait.it feels like forever.My window blinds are open in my bedroom.Sitting on my bed reading a book i get a text. " You ready :)"

" Well how about Taco Bell dude?" , i had to ask.It was on the way to his house and i dont know why he would want to take me to a sit down restaurant anyways. Scary movies and some fast food.That was us.I wasn't hard to please and neither was He. We make our order, get our food, and head to his house. Getting off of work late had ruined dinner plans and he was kind of on edge.
I was nervous too.The drive to his house seemed so long, when i didnt know my way around town yet. In reality, it was only about fifteen miles from my house. Sure he wasnt a stranger, but in that moment, riding into a dark, heavily wooded area seemed creepy as shit. He relaxed me.Holding my hand, talking about how he hated work and how glad he was that i was with him. We see lights behind us.
"Do you know why i pulled over Mr. Uh Walton?", the State Trooper asked.Tall and gankly, he shined the flashlight into the car. I smile and wave with a Taco bell drink in my hand. He smiles back nodding his head in my direction.
"Your rear light is out, you should get that fixed.It's obvious your just tryin' to make it home.Ya'll have a good night." Mr.Piggy says, handing Him back the license and insurance.
"You're like my good luck charm.If i had been by myself, i woulda went to jail.Haha.Im ready to smoke a joint now." He says driving back onto the road. " We're not too far from my house, just a few hundred feet."

Inside the trailer was nice.It looked like a home. Not just a house decorated to perfection. We walk past the kitchen where his mom is cooking, into his room. I knew he lived with his parents, so i wasnt surprised. We had talked a lot about eachothers lives the past few weeks and were eager to hang out again outside of work.
Halfway through one of the scary movies we argued over zombies and aliens; he kissed me again. I was shy and hadn't tried to make any moves. Laying on his chest i could feel his heart beating in my ear, it was like a war drum. I look up into the ink blotts and surrendered. He cups my face in his hand and sneaks his tongue into my mouth. Im startled, not expecting much from the date in general. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss back. I feel like i've reached nirvana. Entangled in eachother, pulling into one another. I wanted to be close to Him.

He's shaking. I can feel his body quake. He's looking in my eyes and i feel violated. I feel like he can see right into me. He could read my mind if he really wanted to, he looked at me like he knew me so well. Writhing naked underneath him, he kisses me. He kisses me hard and soft, slow and fast. I cant keep my breath, i cant keep up. His skin is silky against mine.Our bodies could make flames with the pace we set, but we flow like water beside eachother. He touches my face and asks me if im okay. I reply with a bite, sure of my abilities.I was wrong. He was causing chaos and i realize i'm in over my head.It's a roller coaster of static under my skin and im on fire. Pulling him closer with my leg's embrace, i tell him im ready.
He gasps and digs deeper . I feel his lust through out my body, making my legs shake and my body rock. His body is solid against my softness and i tense against his pounding. The air is hot and sticky sweet. It was waves of euphoria with flashes of madness. He collapses on top of me and kisses my neck.
"I hope i didn't hurt you," He says while lighting two cigarettes. " I've just needed to touch you for so long.I was nervous.You're beautiful." He kisses my forehead, smiles, and licks my nipple. He is an astonishing specimen of the human male. We've just started off, and im scared. Scared of what i feel and how to not show it. i take a long drag from my cigarette and i smile.i touch his face.
"That was awesome. High five." I breathe out.Lifting my hand to meet his into the traditional High Five. He drives me home and he holds my hand the whole way. He tells me he wants to do everything right so we can be together. That he has to get 'some things' squared away.I know he's talking about his girlfriend.I feel bad, i feel sorry for her. Most of all i knew i would end up just like her.


We both have work tomorrow.I'm thinking of how im going to hide the ginormous smile when i walk into the building. I sleep on it, preparing myself for the shit people will say. My phone buzzes, I havent even taken off my shoes yet. " Ur awesome. have a good nite. ;)" I reply with a happy face and go to sleep.


" Oh my god, you fucked him didnt you?!" Amy yells from across the back of the restaurant.
I immediately blush and turn to put my purse away. I go straight to my register and clock in. I look through the main window and my heart flutters. He's parked in front of the restaurant and walking towards the front door, staring right at me.Smiling while taking a hit of his cigarette. He flicks it onto the sidewalk, exhales, and opens the door. I freeze, half smiling but screaming inside. He walks past me, winks, and clocks in. Amy stands next to me as i package cheese and pepper packets.We look out the window, avoiding eye contact, trying not to laugh.
Finally, she bursts, "How was it? Is he good? how big was his dick? did it last long?"
I laugh and tell her i dont know what she's talking about.She's not convinced.She knows we had sex.Everyone does.They can tell by the way we're playfully avoiding eachother.I could never live down the fuck-on-the-first-date jokes. I didnt care what they said.I was drowning in this man and i didnt want to be saved.

We would text every day, all day if we could.I would spend the night at his house after late nights at work. We would party with his brothers, my brother too. Everything fit just right. We were craving to be closer to eachother.To be able to see eachother more often. We went to parks on our off days, walked on trails, climbed trees, and rode swings. He was the Yin to my Yang.I was grateful for him, i adored him.
The next time we had a date night, i rented a hotel room. It felt so nice to sleep next to him and not be bothered.We didnt have to worry about someone knocking on the door or being seen naked. I told Him i loved him and he didnt say it back. He said he couldnt say it without feeling fair to me.My eyes tear up and he grabs my face.
"That doesnt mean i dont love you babe, it just means i cant say it without it being all the way right." He whispers.I can barely hear him, but it felt like he was yelling at me.He is all i've ever wanted in a mate.He's everything and then some, he had already stolen my heart.He wasn't even mine.We held eachother, unsure of what to say next.We fall asleep and the next day he said it was done, that he wanted me to be his and him to be mine.I was thrilled, in the pit of me, i felt a darkness.
It was Valentines Day and i was driving to his house.We're going to dinner and then getting a room. The chinese food was great.He opened doors and pulled out chairs just as he always did.I would always tell him to stop but he wouldnt.He was a gentleman most of the time.We were ready to be alone again.Driving up to the hotel i tell him its the first time ive celebrated a pointless holiday. He laughs and says, "its only going to get better."
We're in the room and he's drinking orange crush with whipped vodka. I have a small drink, but im not much for alot of alcohol.I pull out a small bag.We both take our ecstacy and begin to drink more. For us, drugs and sex were meant to go together.It just feels so amazing when the effects are at the peak, as well as our bodies.We're coming as close as we can.Skin slick with sweat and alcohol. Im numb, i can feel everything, my heart is racing. I let out a moan as he presses deeper into me. I roll through a wave and cum at the same time.He thrusts stronger, telling me he loves me, commanding me to cum for him.
" i want you to cum hard for me babe.you want me to make it hurt, you want it?" he whispered in my ear with his hand around my throat.He pressed lightly, feeling my pussy clench in reaction to his power. I whined a 'Fuck Yes' and he hammered into me. The rush sweeps over me again and my legs spasm. He bites my pierced nipple and i squeal. He makes my whole body twitch, he enjoys watching me in painful lust underneath him.I give all of myself to him. He can have me any way he wants.
"Oh fuck." I exhale when he lets his hand go. The black was slowly taking over my vision, his release was perfectly timed. He pulls out and brings his cock close to my face. I take him into my mouth, sucking off our sex.
He gives me a playful tap on the cheek with the tip and begins kissing me.Licking my neck, down to my chest, sucking my nipples.My insides feel like lava.He begins to bite down to my stomach, dipping his tongue in my belly button, kissing til he reaches my pussy.
He slips his tongue between my lips, lightly stroking my clit. My honey leaks onto his tongue and he slurps it up. He sucks my clit and pushes his middle finger into my pussy and his pinky into my ass. The nerve confusion sets me off, his hand is dripping, and im rocking against his face. He flicks his tongue back and forth, my hips swaying with the motion of his mouth. I feel him force another finger inside my pink and i squirm to make room.
"you're so tight babe, i love the way you taste.ride my face." He compliments then demands.Im in love with him.He's strong but passionate.He is my other half.I roll over onto his face and begin to ride him.I grind against his tongue slowly, building up tension.Rolling my body to the rhythm of the SIlversun Pickups playing in the back ground. He grabs my ass cheeks, squeezes them and slaps. I look down into his eyes and press my pussy harder on his face.He's smiling, watching my face pout, then smile, slapping my tits and pulling at my nipples. He focuses his energy on my clit.Flicking and turning, cradling the pearl on his tongue.i shake, i say his name, i scream and collapse. He's perfect.He kisses me, pulls me off of him and holds me tight.

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I have to confess this here because I cannot tell anyone I know:

Today, I got 2 ping pong balls stuck up my ass while my wife was at work. Today is my day off. I was in the shower playing with my (secret) vibrator and 6 ping pong balls. I had taken tons of enemas to make sure I was totally clean inside. While laying in the shower on my back, I stuck the ping pong balls up my ass one-by-one, until I had 5 in there.

The 3rd, 4th, and 5th balls sort-of sat next to each other, rather than stacking up. My colon was being stretched out and the balls were pressing hard against my prostate. I had a raging boner that I was stroking at the time. The thought came into my head, "It's like having a dog knot in my ass!" Shortly thereafter, I came. It was fantastic.

I then immediately began to excrete the ping pong balls. The first 3 went just fine. Then, nothing came out. I got to my feet, squatting, so that I could stick my fingers up there and try to find the next one. It wasn't within finger's reach.

I didn't panic. Instead, I stuck 3 fingers in my ass in an attempt to reach as far up as possible. I located the 2nd ball at the sharp turn that begins the sigmoid colon. I couldn't feel it directly, though. I felt it through some intestinal wall, meaning that it was around the turn of the sigmoid and lodged in.

I thought, "FUCK!" I knew it would be very difficult to extract it, let alone the 1st ball behind it!

After a few attempts to push it out, I decided to just clean myself up and get out of the shower. My hope was that I could identify some tools that would help me get it out, and possibly help it move downward by walking around.

I tried several things. First, I googled the medical procedure for extracting foreign bodies from rectums. There are several of common procedures. Primarily, a doctor spreads your asshole open and then tries to pry the object out manually. If that doesn't work, they will try to grab it with instruments. If that doesn't work, they might try to slip something past it, such as a balloon, and then inflate the balloon and pull the object out. There were also instances of using a vacuum device. If that doesn't work. . . Colonoscopy!

So, I found the vacuum. I decided that I had no control over the suction and that I was highly likely to rip my intestines out if I attempted to use it. However, I thought that maybe using the cylindrical hose extension might allow the ping pong balls to simply fall out. But, the ping pong balls were too wide to fit into the extension.

So, I found a turkey baster in the kitchen. I got back into the tub (so as not to make a mess) and stuck the turkey baster up my ass and pulled the plunger out. I don't think it did anything. It was small.

So, I googled the anatomy of the rectum to discover which side of my abdomen the sigmoid colon was on. This way, when I stuck something up in there, I knew which direction to turn it in order to pull the intestinal wall downward and out of the way of the ping pong balls.

It turns out that I inherited some old stainless steel surgical instruments. I don't know what they are for. They are about 10 inches long, rectangular extrusions that taper to a sharp edge at one end. All the other edges are rounded. The end opposite the sharp edge is blunt. I decided that I could use the blunt end to pry the intestinal wall down. I returned to the shower after thoroughly cleaning the instruments.

I laid down on my back and pulled my knees to my chest. I gently inserted the thinnest instrument into my ass. It went in about 8 inches. When I turned it a certain way, it would tap against the ping pong ball. I managed to turn it just right to pry the sigmoid colon's sharp corner downward and release the ball into my colon. All the while, I was bearing down as if I was giving birth. The ball began to travel down my colon. All the while I was guiding it and prying my rectum open with the stainless steel instrument. I was afraid that the ball might be inclined to go back up, so I didn't stop pushing until it finally popped out.

I was instantly relieved. However, there was still another ball stuck inside of me. I immediately returned to my feet, squatting, so that I could feel for it. I managed to get three fingers inside myself, as far up as they would go. I could not feel the ball. When I took my fingers out, I noticed a pool of blood underneath me. It was small and looked to be watered down. Perhaps it wasn't all blood.

I inserted the instrument and tried to feel for the ball. Nothing.

I decided to clean up and take a break. At this point I had spent a couple of hours running around the house looking for tools and researching how to go about extraction.

While I took my break, I paced around the house in an attempt to get the ball to move down on its own. After an hour or so, I attempted to find the ball again. Nothing. Just a small pool of blood. So, I cleaned up and I began to research again.

What happens if I can't get this thing out? Like I said before, worst case scenario is that I go to the hospital, spend a ton of money to have a doctor take it out, and never hear the end of it from my wife. By the way, she knows that I enjoy anal stimulation, but she does not participate and does not know how/when I do it. Worst-worst case scenario? Colostomy. I end up with a colostomy bag on my hip for being a fucking idiot.

I decided to drink some gatorade to make sure that I wouldn't run out of electrolytes. I then decided to eat something in an attempt to get my bowels to move on their own. Remember, though, that I had taken several enemas. My bowels were completely empty except for this ping pong ball. I then decided to drink 2 cups of coffee very quickly, since coffee is a diuretic and may cause my bowels to move. I paced the house for 10 minutes, drinking coffee.

I tried to find the ball again. Nothing. Just tiny droplets of blood.

I began to panic at this point. I was asking myself, "Why?! Why do I do this to myself?" I came to the realization that I was a fucking idiot and that I got greedy with pleasuring myself. I should never play with untethered objects. I probably shouldn't even play with dildos. I doubt anything in your ass (besides shit) is really a good idea.

So, in this moment of panic with time running out before my wife comes home from work, I decided that I should try to put something behind the ball to force it out. What could I possibly put behind it? AIR. I went and got the bike tire pump from the garage and promptly stuck it up my ass and began pumping. As air passed into my asshole, it made a fart sound. I felt my abdomen fill with air. I then paced the house for several minutes before sitting on the toilet and trying to pass the ball.

Only air came out. "Fuck!" Now, I was risking embolism in an attempt to get this thing out. Embolism is where you introduce harmful bacteria into your colon (or even other body cavities) and they cause a major infection that can kill you.

So, I really began to panic. "Why!? Why do I do this stupid shit?!"

I finally decided that the only thing I had left to do was to take more enemas. I climbed into the shower and promptly started filling my ass with water via the shower hose. (The shower head has a hose. Remove the shower head and you have a nearly perfect enema hose that's pumps water into your ass.) Taking enemas like this can also lead to embolism.

First enema was small. I squatted and released it all onto the tub floor. No ping pong ball.

The second enema was rather large. I filled myself until it began to put pressure on my abdomen. I squatted and released it all onto the tub floor. No ping pong ball.

Determined, I took a third enema. It was rather small. I squatted and let the water out. But, some air came with it. I thought, "Perhaps the air did work to some extent! If that air came from behind the ball, the ball must be moving!"

Sure enough, I felt the ball enter my colon. I pushed as hard as I could and felt it slowly descend. It finally popped out and onto the floor.

I cleaned myself up and threw all of the ping pong balls in the trash. Fuck you.

I hope you enjoyed my story of idiocy and pain. All-in-all I spent about 5 hours trying to remove these things. I only spent 30 minutes putting them in. I will continue to bleed out of my ass for several days. But, crisis averted. Please, do NOT try ANYTHING I posted here for yourself. It's incredibly dangerous and could lead to severe health problems or even death. If you get something stuck in your ass, your best bet is to go to the emergency room.

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I confess I can't stop thinking about my first. She was short, dirty blond hair, blue eyes that could steal your soul. I recently seen a older pic of her in high school that a friend uploaded...it reminded me of everything we did...

I first saw her a few times around school. She was fairly new to our high school (we has about 350 students total in our high school). My best friend at the time, had something going on with her, it did not seem like nothing serious, and I was right. In a week, they broke off what ever they had, and he started dating her best friend. It was because of my best friend's random relationship with this girl, I was introduced to my first love, who I still think about to this day...

It was Dec 31, her Birthday. She invited her best friend, who invited my best friend, who invited me. Attendance was pretty small. Consisted of 5 girls, 3 guys. We did not really do much as a party, more like all of us in the living room, on the floor talking; It was there we played the first of a few games. Spin the bottle. I remember her not being shy at all when it came to kissing me, but of course, all the kisses where harmless kisses on the cheek. In fact I had my eyes set on a different girl at the party, but she was too shy to kiss me at all.

Soon this game became tiresome, so we took it one step further, seven minuets in heaven. So we all put our names on the pieces of paper and put it into two hats, one for guys, one for girls. Names were drawn from each hat. First it was my best friend and her best friend, okay cool by me, they were dating at the time. Then my name was drawn, I felt a lump raise it way up my throat, and I stared at the other hat, wishing it was the girl I was crushing on at the party, but when the name was read, I sighed, it was the birthday girl. We both got up, and went into her room.

When I got into her room I let out a little gasp, in fact I can remember her room today like I just came out of it. Pictures of horses covered every inch of wall she could reach. I had no clue about horses at the time, so all of this was new. While I was looking around I heard a click at the door, she locked the door behind us. I instantly got nervous, and receded into my shy self. I set down on the corner of the bed. She did not have a real bed to say, just a old mattress in the corner of the room on the floor. I did notice I sat on something, a Screwdriver. I picked it up looking at it intently, she quickly snatched the object of my gaze out of my hand (I later found out she used the end of the handle to masturbate with, if I only knew then!!) and then said bluntly to me.

"We can do whatever you want..." She let the end trail off. I quickly looked down turning my gaze away from her.

"Maybe we can just talk, I see you like horses" I don't know if it was just me, but I herd a sigh of relief come from her as she say down next to me.

"They are the love of my life" She said looking around the posters "I have two, a Appaloosa and a Paint, my two boyfriends" I let out a chuckle and relaxed a bit. we talked for the rest of the time we had before the rest of them came and got us from the room. I flashed her a big smile when we sat back down in the living room. After a few more couples got paired up, she called out her name then mine again. Back into the room we went.

"What now?" she said with a sly grin on her face "Still wana talk" I silently nodded yes and sat down on the bed, my back to the wall. "You know they will be expecting us to do something" she carried on casually, so I started to unbutton my shirt a bit, untuck a few corners of my shirt, then messed up my hair.

"There, you do the same and we won't disappoint the crowd." I said with a chuckle as she followed suit.

"You know, you are different, you respect me. I like that" she said while getting closer to me. she reached her hand towards mine. I flinched a bit, then relaxed as her finger intertwined with mine. I never held a girls hand before like this, my mother yes, but not another girl.

My insides were turning. My stomach was doing flips, my breathing got shallow. I thought I was getting sick. I was wrong. I was falling in love. Soon time flew past and our seven mins were up, but instead of getting up when they came knocking on the door, she invited them all in.

"Might as well, getting late and some people have to go" she laid down, almost pulling me with her. there we lay, under the covers just holding hands. My best friend, who I car pooled with to get to her place (I had no clue of the location) said that we needed to go. I let out a big sigh and say okay and sat up; I was quickly pulled back down by my new found lover who whispered in my ear "I need a kiss before you go, for new years and my birthday..." So i leaned over her, and trembling, I let my lips press firmly against her's. Fireworks exploded in my head and heart, as the moment seemed to last forever...

So here I am am, 10 years after this relationship began. I still get sappy inside thinking about here even though I am engaged, have a beautiful daughter that I love with all my life but I can't help and wish for a time machine, to go back to the 2 years I spent with my first of everything and try to make it work out. Move with her when she moved away or something...

I really don't know while I wrote this, nothing even sexual about it. I mean I could go into detail of the first time me and her did stuff...but the sex is not what I remember most about her. It's the summers down at the lake with her family, The cold nights just hanging out in the barn, everyday driving her home, only to wrestle in the living room tickling each other to death, or the long talk about what we wanted to do with our lives..

God I am pathetic. I just can't stop thinking about her somedays..

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A High School English Teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam. She tells the class that there would be no excuse for not showing up, except for a serious injury or illness, or a death in the student's immediate family. One smart-ass jock in the back of the room asks, "What about extreme sexual exhaustion?" The entire class does its best to stifle their laughter and snickering. When silence is restored the teacher smiles sympathetically at the student, shakes her head, and sweetly says, "Not an excuse. You can use your other hand to write with."

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I need this play as clip so badly or someone can roleplay with me this story. Anyone?

Play: The Knife-to-the-Heart execution
Alternating Perspectives: Me and Her
Scene 0: Conversation in the Cell Before Execution
A small cell is illuminated by the cold, flickering white neon light on the ceiling. The chilly concrete walls are covered with scratches from previous prisoners. She sits on an old wooden bench with tattered edges, her thin, worn green prisoner’s uniform clinging to her body, damp with sweat. I stand in front of the iron door, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turn white, my eyes filled with pain and longing I try to hide.

Me:
(In my mind)
I look at her. Her fragile frame brims with life. I lean down slowly, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat echoes "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly in the silence, steady yet tense at around 90 beats per minute. It’s so strong, the contractions firm as if it could keep beating for years. I want to tell her she shouldn’t have to end like this, but the truth is too cruel.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"In a few minutes, they’ll take you away. I want to spend as much time with you as I can, but I have to tell you what’s about to happen first. Your heartbeat... it’s so strong, you know? The contractions are firm and steady. It could beat for so much longer..."

Her:
(In her mind)
I sit on the cold, old wooden bench. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." in my chest as you lean closer. I feel your warm breath against my skin, warming me amidst the fear. But I know... the heart you call strong is about to stop soon.
(Speaking aloud, voice shaky)
"It’s really time, isn’t it? Tell me. I want to know... I want to hear it from you. Even if my heart is strong... it won’t last much longer. Soon it’ll stop, and I’ll finally rest."
I take a deep breath, placing a small wooden box containing clothes and a white cloth on the bench beside her. My hands tremble slightly as I pick up a white undergarment, my fingers brushing the fabric lightly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I don’t want to say it at all, but I have to. I want her to have some control before it all ends.
(Speaking aloud)
"The execution method... They told me to explain it to you and let you choose. There are two options. The first is an injection. You’ll lie on a bed, I’ll inject the lethal injection into your veins, and you’ll fall asleep quietly, without pain. Your body will gradually shut down, like a nightmare ending. The second is strangulation with a cloth... It’s slower. You’ll feel it, feel me, until the very last moment. As for clothes... you need to change out of this prisoner’s uniform. I have a simple white undergarment, soft and thin, or a thin black robe that covers more of your body. I want you to choose... at least so you feel you have something in your hands before it’s all over."

Her:
(In her mind)
I stare at the box with empty eyes. My heart beats "thump-thump..." a little slower as I think. The injection would let me go quietly, but I don’t want to leave you without feeling anything. I want to stay with you longer, even if it hurts. I want to feel you.
(Speaking aloud, taking a deep breath)
"If it’s the injection, I won’t feel anything, right? It’ll be quick... but I won’t really get to say goodbye to you. But with the cloth... I’ll stay with you longer... I’ll feel you until the last second, won’t I?"

Me:
(In my mind)
Her question pierces my heart. I nod, tears welling up. She’s accepted her death, but I can’t come to terms with it.
(Speaking aloud)
"Yes... If it’s the cloth, you’ll stay conscious for a while. I’ll be with you every second. I’ll make you feel me... even though it has to end."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears streaming down my cheeks. I’ve decided. I want to feel you, even if it’s the last time.
(Speaking aloud)
"Then I choose the cloth strangulation... I want to feel you until the very end. I don’t want to leave without feeling anything. As for the clothes... I’ll take the white undergarment. I want it to be simple... and if you have to see me for the last time, I want it to be like this—plain, but me."

Me:
(In my mind)
My tears drip onto the floor. She’s made her choice... I take the white undergarment from the box, my hands brushing the fabric lightly. I long to stop time right here.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"Are you sure? It won’t be easy—for you or for me. But I’ll make it as gentle as I can. I’ll be with you... and I’ll make you happy before it all ends."

Her:
(In her mind)
I gently take your hand. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." faster, reaching 100 beats per minute. The warmth from your palm seeps into me. I want to hug you tightly, but I know we have to move forward.
(Speaking aloud)
"Thank you for letting me choose. I trust you. Do it for me, please. I want it to be you... not anyone else."

I help her change, my hands touching her skin tenderly. I slowly remove her old prisoner’s uniform and slip the white undergarment onto her. My fingers tremble as I adjust the edges.
Scene 1: Leading to the Execution and the Start of Pleasure
Me:
(In my mind)
I hold her hand gently, leading her from the cell to the execution chamber. My hand wraps around her wrist as if afraid she’ll vanish. The narrow hallway is frigid, our footsteps echoing in the silence. The execution room is dim, lit only by a faint overhead lamp casting light onto an old wooden chair. I guide her to sit slowly. Her white undergarment bears faint sweat stains. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat rings out "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly, strong and steady at about 100 beats per minute. It’s still so alive... if only it weren’t today.
(Speaking aloud)
"I don’t want you to go... but if you must, I’ll make you happy until the last moment. I’ll do it as gently as I can."

Her:
(In my mind)
I feel your hand around my wrist, warm and steady amidst the cold. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." at around 100 beats per minute. Fear creeps in, but having you beside me calms me somewhat. You sit me down, the cold wood against my skin. I feel your breath on my chest again, my heart pounding louder in my chest.
(Speaking aloud, breathing quickly)
"You... I’m scared... but I want to feel you. Do it... I’m ready."
I pick up a long white cloth from the table beside us, draping it around her neck lightly. My fingers brush the skin at the nape of her neck slowly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I loop the cloth around her neck. Her heart speeds up to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, rapid and forceful. I gently pull her undergarment halfway down, exposing her trembling skin under the dim light. She moans "Ah..." as my fingers touch her sensitive spot. Her heartbeat rings clear in my ear.
(Speaking aloud)
"Do you feel good... I want you to feel me. I’ll make you happy."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel the cloth around my neck, but your gentleness keeps me from being afraid. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute. You pull my undergarment down, my skin quivering in the cold air. I moan "Ah..." as you touch me. You enter in me gently, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 140 beats per minute. Pleasure floods my body, washing away the fear.
(Speaking aloud)
"I feel you... Ah... It’s good..."
Scene 2: Heightened Pleasure with Strangulation

Me:
(In my mind)
I gradually quicken my movements, every touch filled with longing. I tighten the cloth slightly, my hands trembling. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat pounds "thump-thump-thump-thump..." fast and heavy at 160 beats per minute, barely pausing. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body trembles and tenses. She reaches climax with an "Ah!" I feel the heat peak, and I release inside her. My warmth flows into her. Her heart still beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud)
"Are you happy... I want you to feel me to the fullest. I long for you so much..."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and I feel your love in every movement. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 160 beats per minute, loud enough to burst. I moan "Ah... You!" Pleasure surges to its peak, and I climax with an "Ah!" Then I feel your heat—your warmth flowing into me. My heart slows to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute, still brimming with life.
(Speaking aloud, struggling to breathe)
"I feel your love flowing into me... Ah... It’s warm and full of you. Today’s my fertile day... I’d surely conceive from this, I can feel it from what you’ve given me. But... it’s a shame I won’t get to see it..."
I tighten the cloth a bit more, my hand brushing her shoulder gently. Her heart slows to "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 130 beats per minute.
Scene 3: Farewell Amidst Pleasure

Her:
(In her mind)
You slow your movements, but I still feel your warmth. My heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute. It’s slowing but still trying to keep going. I look at you, tears welling up, my vision starting to blur.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"If I didn’t have to die, I’d surely be pregnant from this... But... there’s no chance now..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I slow down. Her heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute, the rhythm slowing but determined. My tears fall. She speaks of a child we’ll never see. I long to stop everything. I place my left hand on her left chest, fingers brushing her warm, sweat-damp skin. I press lightly to find the spot where her heart beats strongest. Beneath my palm, I feel the firm contraction "thump... thump..." so clear. I pick up a short knife from the table beside us, gripping the handle tightly with my right hand. The sharp tip glints in the dim light. I position it at that spot, just below her third rib on the left, barely touching her skin, not pressing yet. Her heart still beats "thump... thump..." with resolve.
(Speaking aloud, whispering)
"If it were real, I’d love it as much as I love you. I long for the life we could’ve had together. But now... I’m sorry it has to end like this. Do you feel the knife... I’ll set you free. I promise."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears rolling down my cheeks. I feel your love in those words. My heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute. It’s tired, but I still want to tell you. I feel the cold tip of the knife against my skin. Fear flashes through me, but I’m glad... you’ll free me from this torment. My heart slows but keeps fighting.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... Find the truth for me... Remember me... I feel it now. You’ll set me free, won’t you..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I lean down and kiss her forehead. Her heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute, the rhythm weakening. I want her to know I’ll never forget her. The knife’s tip remains poised, my hand trembling slightly, but I’m resolute.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... I’ll find the truth. You’ll always be in my heart. I’ll never forget you. I’ll give you one last moment of happiness, then set you free."
Scene 4: Ultimate Pleasure Before Departure

Me:
(In my mind)
I quicken my movements again to give her maximum pleasure. My left hand presses against her chest, the knife’s tip steady at the same spot below her third rib on the left. Her heart surges momentarily to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if unleashing its final burst of energy. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body tenses, her arms wrapping around my neck, gripping me tightly until I feel the pressure of her fingers digging into my skin. Pleasure overwhelms her, almost spilling over. At the peak of her final climax, I release the cloth from her neck instantly, letting her breathe deeply. I thrust the knife down with full strength. The blade slices through her skin and muscle, plunging deep into her chest, piercing her heart directly between its two chambers. Bright red blood spurts out immediately, streaming over her white undergarment and staining my hands. I feel the resistance of her beating heart as the knife cuts through—it still contracts "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, fueled by excitement and pleasure. Her heart fights the wound, blood seeping out with every beat. I feel her intense response, her body trembling. Her heart slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, the contractions heavy and sluggish. Her grip begins to loosen, her fingers easing from my skin. The sound becomes "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm faltering. Her consciousness fades, but she smiles broadly as if in a pleasant dream. Her heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, the contractions visibly weakening. Her arms fall from my neck, resting on my shoulders as if reluctant to let go. I quicken my pace to climax with her. Her heart beats faintly "thump......" one last time, a heavy, prolonged contraction as if fighting its final battle but succumbing. I release inside her again, my warmth mingling with the blood flowing out. Her body clenches tightly around me in a fierce, involuntary reaction despite her unconsciousness. Her heart stops completely at 0 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud, breathing heavily)

"Your final 'thump' was full of happiness and effort. I felt that strong, weary contraction. Your heart fought until the end. I’ve set you free... and I felt you fully in this moment."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if releasing its last energy. I moan "Ah... You!" My body tenses, my arms wrapping around your neck, fingers digging into your skin as pleasure overwhelms me. You release the cloth, and I breathe deeply, savoring the thrill. Then I feel the knife plunge in—a sudden pain mixed with fear, but I’m glad... you’re freeing me. Warm blood flows from my chest. My heart beats "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, struggling against the wound, still alive with happiness and excitement. It slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, heavy and slow. My grip weakens, fingers relaxing. The sound fades to "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm breaking. My consciousness blurs, but I smile widely. My heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, beating so faintly it’s nearly gone. My arms fall, and you quicken again. I feel your heat as you release inside me. My heart gives one last "thump......" a firm, lingering contraction as if leaving everything behind. I lose consciousness, but my body clenches around you fiercely. My spirit senses this happiness even as my heart stops.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"I felt the knife... and the happiness... Thank you for setting me free..."
Scene 5: Departure and Beyond-Life Reaction

Me:
(In my mind)
Her heart is silent. I pull the knife out, blood trickling from the wound in her chest in thin streams. I move inside her slowly, her body twitching faintly from nerve reflexes. Her muscles clench around me in a beyond-life reaction. Her warmth fades gradually. I withdraw, setting the knife aside. Tears stream down my face as I lean down to embrace her body. I place my hand on her left chest again—the wound still oozes blood. I press lightly, searching for a heartbeat, but there’s nothing... no "thump-thump" anymore. I press my ear to her chest, the silence tearing at my heart. I stroke her arm, hoping for a breath. I check her wrist for a pulse, but there’s no sign of life. Her body is utterly still. I long for her to come back.
(Speaking aloud, whispering through tears)
"You... Your heart’s stopped. That final 'thump' still echoes in my ears. It was strong and full of life before I set you free. Your body held me for a moment, muscles clenching around me, then slowly relaxing... Your warmth is fading. I know you’re gone, but I hoped you’d still be here. Time of death: 18:45... I checked everything—no signs of life. I long for you so much it breaks me... I’ll never forget you, not for a second."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel lighter and lighter. My body twitches faintly. I sense you still inside me briefly, your warmth lingering as I grow cold. My spirit drifts from my body. I look down and see you holding me, your face buried in my chest, tears flowing endlessly. I watch you check my body—pressing my chest, stroking my arm, feeling my wrist. You hope I’m still alive. I want to tell you I’m okay now. I float closer, trying to touch your shoulder, but I have no form. I say, "You... You did your best. I was truly happy. You freed me from torment. I felt love and joy until the last moment. My body responded to you even after I left. I’m not in pain or afraid anymore. I’ll always be in your heart. Don’t blame yourself..." But you can’t hear me. A light pulls me away. I smile at you one last time, whispering, "Thank you... and goodbye..." Then I’m gone.

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It all started when I first met her. She was such a beautiful girl that anyone would had crush on her. It took me a whole year to get in her friend’s list. She was my classmate’s neighbor.
Soon she enrolled in my polytechnic for diploma which can persued after 10th standard.

I was part of mechanical program. She was another. We were been first roaming like friends but her attraction towards me increased day by day. Personally I don’t believe much in love or something like that. But I do believe in some sort of bond of friendship.

She was that girl who entered in my life and had me like there was nothing, we occasionally dated, gone for outing and she fall for me. She asked me whether I love her or not?

I never gave her intention of NO. I wanted her in my life, but deep down in me I was not same person who everyone can see from outside. I had many passing affairs, many times her girlfriends warned her that I was with another girl. She knew I have a very big circle of friends and yes she always trusted in me so she thought i was never cheating on her.

Many times I never managed gave her as much attention as she wanted, but she never complained me about this. She knew I have my business responsibilities, which i started like when I was 14-15. Many peoples including her never knew that those businesses are actual successes and making a ton of money, which I was investing in many places basically because those businesses were not shiny white businesses.

She knew I have to earn for family, which I started due to my mom’s illness which diagnosed as cancer. Back then cancer was a very rare decease. It took my father whole his lifetime saving to get his boys mother back in. but he managed that and I knew it is not working well so I started working.

So in my polytechnic I cheated on her many girls, milfs and whores. She was confident that I am promised to her, she even dreamed of getting married, having kids together. One day when my mom dad were out of town so she came my home to give me surprise, but she got surprised by me.

I was cheating with her best friend. She was sobbing outside the door and I was with her best friend inside room, when I fininshed I heard someone sobbing so I came out of room and saw her. Her friend tried to explain her but she was crying constantly. I asked her friend to leave, she evaporated like moisture. I held her chin and there was anger in her eyes. She slapped me, many times even tried to hit me with many things, but I was trained to take many times punishment what she was giving and then hugged me.

She cried in my arms like for half hour, I didn’t had courage to separate. But she made mind and asked me “she isn’t the first one?” I nodded. Another slap in my face.

I looked her in eyes and told “you can’t handle my dark side, so it will be better if someone else should face it”

She “is that all?” I nodded again.

Until this time just her mom knew about me and him. She locked herself in room constant crying and she didn’t touched her food for a day. Then her dad come to know about me via her mother.I apologized to her and fed her.

But there was something, we both were from same caste (yes I am an Indian) but her father hated me, even her mother, there were many reason, I was a bad boy. I belonged to visually lower economical class of society and my businesses were not as good in terms many things. Her father was a bank officer and her mother was teacher whereas my father started path in more hard working class. My mom always loved her but in her family all I received was hate.

When she started meeting me again I made it clear that I will continue my relations with other girls/ women and that day I told her whole truth about cheating. It was hard for her but deep down she thought be changed so she continued.

After some years I got a big contract so I shifted temporarily to another city, in which part she survived long distance relationship for a year, when I cheated on her like every night. But when I returned I was different man in my professional life I was punctual but in my personal life I got drinking problems.

She was so worried about me and my drinking habit and it started reflecting on her academics. She use to cry all night long and gone in depression. But the deal breaker was her niece who was 2-3 years younger to her. She got attracted to me, I took some interest in knowing her intentions. She once caught me with her when I supposed to be at another place with my guy friends. It was too easy for her to get attracted to me, I am tall, stud, handsome(some girls think of) with witty and charismatic personality.

At that day I realized what I was doing with her, messing with her emotions. So I decided to cut her loose. It was painful for her but I did it for her own good. I wanted a good future for her, a good, loyal husband who can be with her and only her. I failed in every of these conditions so i gulped reality.

It took a year for her to come out of breakup. She got a good respectable job. As it was much discreet relationship so her mother pushed her towards arranged marriage thing. Which come out to be my cousin, but she wasn’t agreed to this.

Her mother came and begged me for her, at that point she and my cousin both were confused. I thought I would be good for both of them as both of them are good fellas so they might have good marriage. I agreed my brother to meet her, but getting her ready for meeting him was the real deal.

And I tricked her I texted her to come at meet point. She was very happy, even her mother was surprised what I had did that this dead girl started dancing to meet. When she reached café she was absolutely stunning, but later shocked after noticing my cousin. She got furious, but I managed situation and manipulated both of them into thinking that they both are perfect match, while having that I cleared to my cousin that I had passing affair with her in past but it didn’t worked out, I cut her loose so that she don’t have to suffer. He bought my story and then tricked her into thinking that he is the guy who is made for her.

My intentions were clear; I wanted her happy in married life. After her marriage I maintained my distance from her nad my cousin. Years passed my mom passed away, she was there at the last moments of my mother two years ago. After 2 years she met me one month ago and requested me to have some time with her.

So we had a lunch where she told me she and her husband cant have a baby and her in laws family having expectations from her. I didn’t asked her why it was never been my concern, even didn’t advised her anything just told her whenever she want to talk I will be there for her. Atleast I can talk to her when she is sad.

Since many years the point when I know myself I have been very numb to emotions. Never showed any emotion to anyone. Deep down I was dead. I lived from outside just to have fun with women and money. As I have seen poverty in my childhood money had made deep scar in my mind. After my mom’s death everything changed I lost track of pleasure from women my life was single motivated to money satarted showing off that I am rich but that was the point when I became truly dead. I was very successful in my professional life but in my personal life I just lost track by miles.

Last night she showed up at my door, it was late night, she was crying. I took her inside. She didn’t said anything so we sat down for half hour. I guessed either she had fight with her husband or inlaws or with her parents, but I dint asked. I left to my bedroom where she followed me, hugged me tightly, but I didn’t want her to cheat on her husband knowing she might regret that forever. Well I had done it with her before but now time has changed she is married.

So I poured some whiskey for both of us. I know she can’t handle alcohol too much. She talked to me for an hour about things we had with. And then she passed out. I left room called her husband that she is at my home, he wanted to come, I smelled some bullshit going on, so I told him that she need some time alone. I think she need some time to sort issues out.

Wake up early told maid to wake her up at time and instructed driver to drive her to job, wait there for her and take her to my home again for some days. I am leaving town for 3 days left note to wait for me as I have to take care of business.

Her husband works at town which is pretty much not so close so he come to her for weekends, and she is living in my town with her in laws.

As far as her end I don’t want her to cheat on husband and regret that forever, as she and her husband both are emotional guys, both earns much but both are not emotional punch bags like me. As far as my end I don’t want to have my cousins wife and mess around in my family as I have to maintain some prestige.

I am in dilema what i should do.

Thank you for reading.

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I need to confess two things that have altered the course of my life and provided me with a lifetime of profound sadness and failure. I offer this confession not with any expectation of receiving sympathy, kindness or divine forgiveness, none of which I want, but rather for the sole purpose that others might learn from my mistakes and in some small way, benefit.

1. When I was 13, I persuaded my best friend to drop a cement block (the kind used to hold a deck joist) off a freeway overpass near our town. We hauled it there one evening in a wagon which he used when he went to the grocery store for his mema, with whom he lived. He towed the wagon behind his bike and I rode on his handlebars because I didn't have a bike of my own. We both lifted the block to the railing and waited for just the right car. Instead, we decided to drop it on a semi-truck we saw coming in the distance.

As the truck got closer, I chickened out and ran toward his bike, but neither said nor did anything in those final seconds to prevent or even discourage my friend from letting go. Just before he let go of the block the truck driver saw him and swerved. The block fell to the concrete roadway below, directly into the path the truck was on before it swerved. In the next lane over, in the path of the truck, was a small sedan driven by a young mother.

Inside were her two children, a boy, 7 months, and a girl, 4 years. The truck lost control, tipped over on the car and killed both children. The mother survived with few physical injuries, as did the truck driver. However, the mother committed suicide about two years later, on the anniversary of her husband's death in Vietnam. He was a cargo plane pilot and was shot down a couple weeks before this incident. She was on her way to the air base near our town, where he was stationed, when the accident happened. She was apparently headed there to handle some details concerning her husband's death. It was reported that he never got to meet his son because his wife was pregnant when his last tour began. But for me, the son would be 46 years old now and his sister would be 49.

2. When I was 23 I had a girlfriend I loved more than life itself. She was beautiful inside and out, happy, generous, brilliant, faithful and loyalists and so loving to everyone, especially me. She was far more than I could ever have dreamt of or deserved.

But I despised myself and everything about me. I never let go of what I had done and there were many other things that had happened to me early in life that fed into this lifelong spiral of self-loathing. I was introduced to alcohol around the time we met, though I tried hard not to drink when we were together because I didn't like the way it made me feel inside and I didn't trust myself. I always felt like I had a toxic level of rage just below the suface and I feared alcohol would be the key that unlocked the cage and let the demons loose.

One night she came home from class early. I will never forget how happy she was to be home with me. Unfortunately, I had been laid off from my job several days earlier but still hadn't summoned the courage to tell her. I felt everything crashing in on me at once and tried to console, or numb, myself with very cheap vodka that evening before she came home. I lost track of time. She came home early specifically to share with me what should have been the best news of our young lives together. She was pregnant. The light of happiness and pride in her eyes as she told me haunts me to this day.

Something inside me snapped and I went into what I can describe only as a primal rage. I threw her to the floor and began kicking her abdomen as hard and fast as I could, losing balance several times and falling myself. I continued to kick her even as she vomited streams of blood and could no longer scream or cry or even whimper. Only my blacking out finally ended it and likely saved her life.

When I awoke several hours later she had somehow gotten to the bathroom. She couldn't, or wouldn't, talk. I took her in my arms to our car and drove her to the hospital. In time, we were informed she was no longer pregnant and she underwent surgery to fix much of the damage I had caused and, it was hoped, preserve her ability to become pregnant again in the future.

She never told anyone what I had done to her, as far as i know, but they knew. And they knew that I knew. About two months later, she visited family for the weekend. We had been trying to resume some sense of normalcy and I hadn't touched alcohol since that night, which was all she asked of me. But I knew she deserved far better than anything I could ever offer her so the weeked she was gone I packed a few books and clothes and one picture of her--my favorite picture--which has never left my presence, and I never looked back. I felt almost heroic at the time, as if I was saving her life by breaking her heart. I see things much more starkly now, after so many years, but I really thought I was, for the first time in my small, worthless life, doing something courageous, something difficult, painful, sacrificial, heroic. That was 35 years ago and not a single day has gone by that I haven't thought of her. Some memories have faded, but not the intensity of my love for her or my sorrow for what I did to her.

So that is four deaths, at least, that I have caused in my life. But karma is a peculiar thing and it does not allow us to hide or defer our just rewards. This I know because in the last 16 months I have lost my beautiful daughter, my wife of 26 years, my young granddaughter and two sisters. All but one sister died unexpectedly and tragically. With each of their deaths went a large part of my reason for living. My wife and daughter and granddaughter each, as they entered my life, gave me a reason I did not previously have to live. Now they are gone and with them all motivation for me to continue with my lifelong struggle with pain, emptiness and isolation.

So this is my farewell. We've never met, but for me, tonight, would you please hug someone you love, or make a call to that old friend you have been putting off for too long. Smile at a stranger, make love to your girl like she's the only woman on earth, play a board game with your child, make dinner for a sick neighbor. Do something more than surf for porn. For me. Just once.

Farewell, friends.

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I confess.
This is the truest thing you will ever read.
You may not believe that, but... well,
that's just because you don't remember.... which is understandable, considering...

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two "offspring" since the appropriate word is inappropriate here. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And thats when you met me.

What what happened? You asked. Where am I?

You died, I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

There was a a truck and it was skidding

Yup, I said.

I I died?

Yup. But dont feel bad about it. Everyone dies, I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. What is this place? You asked. Is this the afterlife?

More or less, I said.

Are you god? You asked.

Yup, I replied. Im God.

My 'offspring' my wife, you said.

What about them?

Will they be all right?

Thats what I like to see, I said. You just died and your main concern is for your family. Thats good stuff right there.

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didnt look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

Dont worry, I said. Theyll be fine. Your spawn will remember you as perfect in every way. They didnt have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If its any consolation, shell feel very guilty for feeling relieved.

Oh, you said. So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?

Neither, I said. Youll be reincarnated.

Ah, you said. So the Hindus were right,

All religions are right in their own way, I said. Walk with me.

You followed along as we strode through the void. Where are we going?

Nowhere in particular, I said. Its just nice to walk while we talk.

So whats the point, then? You asked. When I get reborn, Ill just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life wont matter.

Not so! I said. You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just dont remember them right now.

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. Its like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if its hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, youve gained all the experiences it had.

Youve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you havent stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, youd start remembering everything. But theres no point to doing that between each life.

How many times have I been reincarnated, then?

Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives. I said. This time around, youll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.

Wait, what? You stammered. Youre sending me back in time?

Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.

Where you come from? You said.

Oh sure, I explained I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know youll want to know what its like there, but honestly you wouldnt understand.

Oh, you said, a bit let down. But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.

Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you dont even know its happening.

So whats the point of it all?

Seriously? I asked. Seriously? Youre asking me for the meaning of life? Isnt that just a bit cliche?

Well its a reasonable question, you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.

You mean mankind? You want us to mature?

No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.

Just me? What about everyone else?

There is no one else, I said. In this universe, theres just you and me.

You stared blankly at me. But all the people on earth

All you. Different incarnations of you.

Wait. Im everyone!?

Now youre getting it, I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

Im every human being who ever lived?

Or who will ever live, yes.

Im Abraham Lincoln?

And youre John Wilkes Booth, too, I added.

Im Hitler? You said, appalled.

And youre the millions he killed.

Im Jesus?

And youre everyone who followed him.

You fell silent.

Every time you victimized someone, I said, you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness youve done, youve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.

You thought for a long time.

Why? You asked me. Why do all this?

Because someday, you will become like me. Because thats what you are. Youre one of my kind. Youre my 'offspring'.

Whoa, you said, incredulous. You mean Im a god?

No. Not yet. Youre [an individual at an early stage of development]. Youre still growing. Once youve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.

So the whole universe, you said, its just

An egg. I answered. Now its time for you to move on to your next life.

And I sent you on your way.

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I am a 55 year old widow whose son, now 24, was a year old when his father was killed, and the compensation from his death allowed us to have a comfortable life, one I did not plan for, but which is what it is now. I live together with my son in a pleasant part of a moderately-sized town, where I hold a position of responsibility. I am also part of the few percent of women who has an ongoing incestuous relationship with her son.
Our incestuous activity grew out of a very innocent and frank discussion we had one evening at the dinner table a couple of months before he was graduated from high school and just prior to his last prom of the year. My son was 18 at the time.
It started with a simple question about what intercourse was like. My son and I have always been able to talk fairly openly about most any topic, and he had often asked me to confirm notions about sexuality that he had heard either in class or among his schoolmates. On this occasion, he came straight to the point, and I explained as best I could, which is akin to telling a man what it is like to give birth to a baby. When I asked after a somewhat clinical and sometimes halting description if he "understood" from my explanation, he said, "Not exactly." I don't know if what I said next was born out of my own sexual frustration or out of compassion for the genuineness of his question or a bit of both, but I inexplicably and completely contrary to my normally staid demeanor asked him if it would help if he were actually to experience it. There was one of those pregnant pauses and the look on his face went through several transformations until he finally smiled, averted his eyes from mine, and asked with a sheepish grin, "What are you going to do, hire an escort to have sex with me?" My answer to this even surprised me.
"No, son. You would experience it from me. I don't want you to get some kind of STD from a perfect stranger. Physical intimacy is something to treasure, because it is the closest you will ever be ‘one’ with another person. Some say that a deep, physical bond allows a person to understand ‘God’ so much better, because He is supposed to represent complete love."
After his initial and understandable shock and embarrassment, he said somewhat shyly that he did want to experience it. To be certain, this was very awkward for both of us, but the door was opened, and we muddled through it. I said that it would happen under some very clearly understood conditions. First, he had to swear to me that he would never, under did any circumstance, reveal this to anyone in any traceable way, no matter what. We would also experience each other in total darkness (I did not want him to see my face when in the throes of ecstasy, if that were to happen, but rather, I wanted him to "see" me with his body). We were just going to have intercourse (I did not until several months on consider it "making love," which I believed would be reserved for his wife if he ever married). He agreed and we finished the rest of our dinner in a strained conversation, cleared the table, wiped the dishes, and then stood in the kitchen and just hugged with tender understanding. I could feel that he was trembling.
I told him that I would be waiting for him when I went to bed that night, and that he was just to enter my room, close the door, and feel his way to my bed. My heart was pounding when I said that, as I am sure his was also, for we were both blushing. He has what one would consider a "soft" and refined look to him, a bookish cut (he is bookish), and he is not a footballer or a great athlete, but he is tall and muscular, thinnish, not hard to look at. His skin is very pink and his blushing was obvious, as was mine, I'm sure.

That first time we had intercourse was awkward, to put it mildly, because, as he has since told me, he was confused about initiating anything that might hurt or disgust me, and I know that I was wondering if I had opened a Pandora's Box that I would regret despite all of the awkwardness, it was nevertheless turned out to be pleasant and exciting, considering that I had not slept with a man for nearly as long as he had been alive, and he had never experienced a woman sexually. And that we had entered a path most forbidden in our culture.
When he entered my room, he whispered, "I'm here," as if I didn't know it, and I whispered back, "Come to the bed. The covers are pulled back," and he crawled in ever so gently and lay down next to my naked body. He still had his T-shirt and underpants on, and I told him to take them off and lie next to me for a while. He did, and it felt wonderful. I then whispered to him to begin discovering my body with his hands, which he did with such gentle and tentative movements that I became as excited as when I had first made love to his father so many years ago. At first he began asking if he could do this or that, and I told him as softly as I knew how that he could do whatever he felt moved to do. Of course, he suckled my nipples and explored my vagina, at first very hesitatingly and then in response to my body's movements and cooing he became more confident. I, in turn, explored his body and discovered that his manliness was not tiny as it was in his boyhood, but it wasn't enormous, either. After what seemed to be a very long time, I encouraged him with tugs and quiet directives to get on top of me. My clitoris was throbbing, and I was more than moist. I was as wet as if I had just come from a shower of thick water. Then I grasped his penis and guided it into my vagina, telling him to push on in, which he did, again very gently and tentatively. He came almost immediately, or so it seemed, and it was as if he had been storing his load all his life, for it oozed from me in great quantities, even before he withdrew himself. All he whispered when he was lying next to me a moment after he had exploded was, "Wow, mom. That was so much more than you could ever have told me," and I caressed his face, saying, "And this is just the beginning, that is, if you want to continue doing this with me. You have much to learn."
I had come only once, but it was powerful, mostly because of the thought that it was so forbidden and because it seemed so new to me, too, as if it were the first time, as it was with my husband. I honestly had not been with another man for nearly 18 years, not because I didn’t want to, but because I could not trust any. My husband and I met in the agency in which we worked as partners, and I knew I could trust him. Our lives literally depended on each other’s trust.
The following day at breakfast table was awkward, too, since neither of us could do anything but give each other very furtive glances, mostly in silence, but that has since changed. He began entering my room when he had a need, rolled down the "blackout" screen to the windows if they're not already down, and entered my bed. My tubes are tied, so there was no worry about pregnancy. Besides, I was in the change. It was in the beginning of our relationship always pleasant, always satisfying, most always done in silence or with very few words, mostly guidance talk, yet always with tenderness and respect.
Within a couple of months, during the transitional summer between high school and college, something very unexpected happened: I began falling in love with him, and I believe he was falling, too. When we parted when he took off for college, we made some lovers’ promises to each other, and since it was only about an hour away, he did come home for week-ends, very regularly.

By the time he was a junior in college, I “gifted” him with light, and we began making love in the soft light of candles. But he was so used to the darkness, that he continued to “see” me with all of his other senses,” which simply heightened the sensation of everything.
Obviously our relationship has changed from parent-child to loving and respectful lovers, and oddly, our "in-the-daylight" relationship has grown steadily warmer and stronger. He has since been graduated and works in the small town on the outskirts of which we live in a comfortable home surrounded by a couple of acres. We now live as husband and wife, although our curious neighbors know us only as that secretive woman and her bookish son. In Europe or South America we live very openly as “husband and wife.” I simply cannot compromise anything about me while in the States.
I write to have a dialog with another mother who may also share the same or similar situation that is my present reality with my son.

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When I was younger and chatrooms were still popular, I spent some time in local, state chatrooms. I chatted with a few women over the years, but had never worked up the courage to actually meet one in person. The internet still had a stigma attached to it back then and I guess I was just afraid of the potential consequences.

When I was 22, I began having a conversation with a 40 year old, married mom whom lived about an hour and a half from me. Her children were older so they were rarely home and her husband was deployed to Afghanistan. She told me that their relationship had been slowly deteriorating for months. She said the few times that she would get to talk to him, it often ended in an argument and that they were most likely headed for divorce once he returned home permanently.

She was a beautiful woman. She told me that before her husband had left, she was a bit heavier, but had worked her tail off to lose the extra weight. By the time we began chatting, she was down to I’d guess around 130 pounds—perfect for her five foot, seven inch frame.

We chatted for several weeks and would occasionally use the webcam. Webcam technology was still pretty new and the image was always laggy and blurry with no sound. As our conversations became more intimate, I would ask for her to show me different things. She was hesitant to show me her breasts. She explained how the weight loss had taken its toll on them. Reluctantly, she showed me. While I thought she was gorgeous either way, she was right. The radical change to her body had done wonders in other places, but the opposite was true in others.

One day, after having been absent from chat for a few days, she hopped on and said that she was sorry that she had been away. She said that she had had some surgery and wanted to show me something. She turned on her webcam and proceeded to take off her shirt and bra to show me that she had gotten breast implants. Like I said, I thought she was beautiful before, but now every inch of her body was perfect. She would definitely be causing heads to turn everywhere she went.

She told me that I was the first to see them and that she hoped I would see them in person someday. We exchanged phone numbers and within a day or two she texted me to tell me that she was in town to pick up her husband from the airport. His plane would not be coming in until the next day. She had gotten a hotel room downtown and had nothing to do so she wanted to know if I would want to meet to have coffee or something. I agreed to the meeting, despite being nervous as hell.

We had planned to meet at Starbuck’s. It was my hope to get their first simply so she would have to come up to me as I was scared to death to have to come up to her. When I arrived, I was too late. I could see her standing at the counter waiting for her order, but I could really only see her from the side. As I approached the counter from behind her, I heard the kid working the register tell her how beautiful she looked. She said thank you and turned around to see me standing there nervously. My jaw nearly hit the floor. She was stunning! She wore a tight tank tope that amplified her already amazing cleavage. She was also wearing those sexy, cat-eye glasses that I absolutely love on girls.

We awkwardly hugged and I placed my order before joining her out on the patio. We made small talk for well over an hour. It was getting later in the afternoon—early evening. I asked if she wanted to go somewhere and get some dinner. She agreed so we walked a few blocks to a nice Italian restaurant where we had a nice dinner and a few drinks. We continued to make small talk for another good while before I finally paid the check and waited to see where things went next.

I nearly jumped for joy when she asked if I would like to go back to her hotel room and order a movie or something. We walked to her hotel and as we were going up the elevator, yet another guy commented on how beautiful she was. He looked at me jealously as if he knew what was going through my mind.

We entered the room and we both made ourselves comfortable on the bed. She turned on the TV and began searching the pay-per-view titles for a movie to watch. She could’ve turned on anything at that point—I didn’t care. She picked a movie and we began to watch. While I do remember the name of the movie, I couldn’t tell you anything about it as my mind was racing a hundred miles an hour.

We lay there for about forty-five minutes to an hour in silence—except for me getting up to go to the bathroom every ten minutes because I was so damn nervous. Finally, I figured it was now or never so I gently began to caress her cheek with the back of my hand before leaning over and kissing her. This lead to a very passionate make out session before I asked if I could finally see the work that she done.

She lifted her shirt over her head and I wrapped my arms around her back to unclasp her bra. I threw it to the floor, exposing the biggest, most perfect pair of breasts that I had ever been this close to. I asked if I could touch them or if they still hurt too much for them to be handled. She said that she had taken some painkillers as soon as we returned to the room so it would be fine. I gently placed my hands on them being very careful not to be too rough. However, she insisted that she was fine and such delicate care was not required. I continued to fondle her as we kissed, our tongues swirling in and out of each other’s mouths. I lowered my head and carefully licked her breasts, churning my tongue around her nipples.

She told me to lie back and relax. She removed her shorts leaving on the lacey, pink panties that she wore. She undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slid down my zipper. She was somewhat surprised by the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear, but this only slowed her a second as she took my cock in to her hand. She stroked it gently before lowering her head to give it a lick. She slid her tongue down the length of it stopping at the base to take my balls in to her mouth. She slid back up and whirled her tongue around the head before finally taking the whole thing in to her mouth.

It was pure ecstasy! I had never felt anything like this—the things she could do with her tongue! I desperately tried to recite baseball statistics in my head to keep from cumming too soon so that I could enjoy this for as long as possible. I gave the best effort that I could before finally exploding in to her mouth. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. She swallowed it all and smiled as she came up and rested her head on my chest. She must have been able to feel how fast my heart was racing.

We laid there for a few minutes. The entire time she was gently playing with my now soft cock in her hand. After a few minutes, I was hard again and she began stroking me harder. I tried to slide my hand into the front of her panties, but she cut me off and resisted my advance. I told her how bad I wanted to fuck her. She said that she wanted me too, but unfortunately, it was just not a convenient time of the month to do so. So she continued to just stroke my cock for a few minutes.

I was as hard as a rock; throbbing in her hand when suddenly, she stopped and excused herself to the bathroom. I hedged my bets and assumed this was simply and excuse to make preparations as she wanted to fuck as badly as I did. I reached down and took my wallet from my pants that were still lying on the end of the bed. I removed one of the condoms that I had bought on my way to meet her in hopes that something like this would happen. I had been so nervous about what this encounter would be like that I bought those condoms with the desensitizing lubricant to help ensure that you can last longer. I took one and placed it on the corner of the nightstand.

A moment later she returned from the bathroom, having removed the pair of panties that had blocked me from getting to her pussy earlier. She was ready, and so was I. She noticed the condom that I had placed on the nightstand. Standing next to the bed, she took the condom and unrolled it down my penis before climbing on top of me and guiding me in to her pussy.

We fucked forever—in every position imaginable. If it hadn’t been for the extended pleasure condom; I know I only would have lasted a couple of minutes, if not a few seconds. I eventually reached the point where I desperately wanted to cum, but the condom was working all too well. I knew that if I kept it on, I was never going to climax.

Remembering one of our more intimate conversations from Yahoo, I knew that doggy style was her favorite position so I asked if we could do that next. She happily climbed up on all fours and I took my position behind her, discreetly removing the condom in the process. We were facing the mirror so I could see the look on her face as I slid my now naked cock inside of her. She could tell right away what I had done, but didn’t seem inclined to care. I began thrusting harder and harder and told her that I was going to cum. In the slightest whimper, she said, “I want you to cum inside me, baby.”

That was the moment of no return as I thrust my cock one last time and pulled her as close I could by her ass. I unloaded inside of her before we both finally collapsed on the bed. We continued to lie there, now in the dark; kissing and fondling each other before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.

We spent the entire next day texting back and forth about the encounter and how incredible it had been for both of us. Later that week, she told me that she was going to be coming back to the city to return her husband to the airport. She asked if she could stay with me once she was rid of him. At this point in time I had just returned home from college and was still living with my parents. I was too embarrassed to tell her, so I essentially just dodged the question and explained that I would be busy. Our messages became fewer and fewer over the next couple of days before just finally ending altogether.

To this day, I still think about this night and recreate it in my mind. About a year ago, right before my own wedding, I decided to see if I could find her. All I had to go on was a first name, an old cell phone number that was no longer in service, and the screen name she had used on Yahoo Messenger.

After some creative Googling, I managed to find her Facebook profile. I discovered that she was now living in another state as her husband had been reassigned. They were still married; apparently living much happier than she was at the time of our meeting. I sent her a friend request, but she never responded. I took this to mean that it was best to leave well enough alone. I still check in on her Facebook page from time to time. I have since learned that her son is right around my age and that her daughter, only a couple of years younger than me, is as gorgeous as her mother.

I wish that I could simply tell her how much that night meant to me, but I wouldn’t want to risk jeopardizing her marriage or my own. I am left with the lasting memory in the back of my mind and very few days pass that I do not recall that evening and wish that I would have met her again the following week like she wanted to.

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I have a tenant and her 18 year old son that live in the apt. 2 doors down. during the covid crisis he turned 18 and was doing school at home, he had problems with his school work. i heard his mom yelling at him one night about the grades he was getting and the notice about him not being able to graduate if he didnt get passing grades. long story short his mopm asked me to keep an eye on him and let her know if i saw him leave during the day or had friends over. one day he knocked on my door and asked if i could look at the bathroom sink it was leaking, so i went over, fixed it, and said hey i need to talk to you, come over my apt. when you get a second, i could tell he was worried. he came over and sat down,i really didnt know him at all. other then seeing him around and telling myself, i have the hottest fuckiing 18 year old on the planet 2 doors down from from me. i told him his mom talked to me and wanted me to inform her if he left during the day or had friends over, right away he was making excuses why his 2 friends were in his living room playing games on the computer. i told him dont fucking worry, i wont say anything, i promise. i also asked him about his school work and maybe failing, he just looked at me and said, yea im going to fail, im to far behind. i told him ill help him, tell his mom that he would be coming to my house to do his school work, she was completely of the chart happy when he told her. so he would walk in my apt about 7 15 am, and come in my room, at first he sat on a chair, then he was laying in the bed next to me watching t.v. while i did ALL his school work. all of asudden he was getting all A's. his mom flipped, he did too when she got his report card in the mail that day. he came in my room the next morning and grabbed me and was so happy that he no will graduate high school. the following week he turned 18, and i told him to invite his best friends over in the day and i would have a party for him, booze, pot and porn basicly. at about 215 everyone started to leave ,Sean was pretty hammered laying on the couch and i grabbed him and took him to my room to sleep on my bed, the couch sucks to sleep on. when he got to my room he said i need to piss walked in the bathroom peed and washed his face and came out with a towel around him, no clothes on an then jumped in my bed dropping the towel. i was already laying down and looking for the remote, he said he has it and he turned the t.v. on. what i forgot to do the night before was turn off the dvd player and switch the t.v. to cable. porn was playing, not that it was a bad thing, we all just watched porn in the living room for 6 hours, but because he was naked and i was next to him, all of a sudden he fast forwarded it then played it and turned it up. i was pretty shocked, hes a perfect 10, hottest girlfriend on earth and he's watching porn in my bed naked. i went in the living room and took a hit from the bong, he heard me hit it and asked me to bring it in the room, i did.
his entire body was under the blanket up to his neck and i could see wear both his hands were, on his cock, his 11.5 inch cock. hew asked me to light it and put it up to his mouth and he took 4 hits. he said he never felt this good b4. i should also state, i have fantastic impulse control but it was starting to fade away. i layed on my side of the bed an he said, its freezing in here get under the blankets. i did right after i took 5 nitro pills to get my heart started again, lol, jk. i got under them and he turned my way and said, thank you so much for today, the party and helping him so much, i forgot to say i taught him how to surf the summer before, he would borrow 1 of my boards, but i bought him one an told him close your eyes, i went into the closet and layed it on his body, he opened his eyes, and i could tell he was in shock, he got up out of bed, his dick as hard as it can be, throbbing up and down, he grabbed the board and couldnt believe it. he put the board up on the wall to see it, then grabbed me so fucking hard he cracked my back,., that felt good, but even better was his cock pressed against my ass when he grabbed me, anyway he threw me on the bed, im 6'1 he's 6'3 all muscle and he got on top of me sat on my chest and grabbed my hands and pinned me down and looked at me and just shook his head. he rolled off me layed on the bed got under the blankets so did i, he grabbed pulled me next to him, real tight. like i was pressed against his body and his arm around my neck pulling me closer, thats when i asked him to hand me the bottle of nitro bcuz i was having or near having a heart attack,,,, lol jk. he was jacking his dick with one hand i could feel the movement and then out of the blue he said, " HOW ABOUT A LITTLE HELP" after the paramedics defib'ed me hahaha. he grabbed my hand that was on his chest and pulled it onto his dick, he said promise you will never tell my mom about this, you know the answer to that one right? i started jacking him one handed and i said im going to move that way, he spread his legs open and when i got over them he put my pillow between his legs and pulled me down, i was just going to lay on that side of the bed to jack him with both hands but he had other plans.he grabbed my head with both hands and i had his diclk in my hand he said put it in your mouth and im going to ppush your head up and down so you dont bite it, it was that big....after blowing him that long, i couold barely open my mouth , i said can we lay side to side and ill suck it like that, we moved and he started pumping my mouth harder deeper and faster, he said why the fucking have i never tried it this was.he would pump then stop and his cock was throbbing so hard in my mouth, he said dont move at all or ill cum. he fucked the living holy hell out of my mouth for 4 hours, then he said oh fuck im cuming and grabbed my head and pushed it deep onto his dick and started to cum, he came so hard it came out my nose, i honestly thought i was going to drown, but thoughts of what my death certificate would say as the manner or death , i pushed back a bit with his cock still throbbing and cuming. it was so intense that he held my head in the same position, and pulled the blanket over us with his dick fully in my mouth and he fell asleep, i tried but i wondered if that would be the last time that dick would be in me, i just sorta cherrished the moment, and stayed away with his dick in my mouth, for the next 3 hours.
the funny thing is, this isnt the story i was going to tell. the story i was going to tell was, he has a only fans account and wanted me to help him fill it will slut porn we made, we ended up one night at the adult bookstore in north hollywood where my friend paul works. anyway, ill write the rest of that story tomorrow......
the picture is him in my shower

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I confess that a 70 year old hippie woman from the 60"s has been paying me for sex seance I met her just under a year ago.
At first she let me in on the fact that she smoked pot and was buying it from a guy in Oregon who was shipping it to her in vacuum sealed packages. I was working on her home and she wanted me to stick around after I was done and smoke a joint with her.....I was like "damn woman where did you get this" the pot she had was some high dollar medical grade weed that is artisan grown.
Suzan is one of the coolest people I know and it didnt take but a couple return trips to realize that she was slowly seducing me..
she was breaking my heart with the sob stories of the deaths of both her youngsters. When she told me she was having troubles with pain and her screwball chiropractor, an opportunity arose. I've been into massage therapy for quite some time and we began discussing the possibility of having me do "body work" on her. I needed the cash and had played around with the idea of getting licensed for several years. So what the fuck, we agreed on a price and schedule a date.
We both knew that this would happen in her bedroom and we had hugged a couple times during the sobbing so there was nothing uncomfortable about the act of her d-robing. She's not an ugly or fat woman son I wasnt bothered with what I might see when she got undressed.
She kept her panties and bra on initially and layed face down on her bed, she told me to come in and I went right to it. I'm good with my hands and I started squatted to my knees between her now spread legs. I started at her neck line and took my time working down the center of her back. I stopped at the bra and worked back uo to her neck, than back down to the bra....just out of habit (I guess) I popped the latch and pulled the the straps over her shoulders. She didnt say a word.
well I continued moving down, and moving down, I skipped over her panties(old lady type) and worked on her legs and feet.
Well I thought what the fuck and crept back up her legs and began working her inner thighs. At this point I had made my way from the bed to standing over the side of the bed, so I could grab big hand fulls of her thighs and really work it..
I kinda knew what could possibly happen and it did...I got a huge hard on and I was wearing sweatpants so it was blatantly obvious. What was really cool about this scenario was the fact that she was totally hippie and I knew she wouldn't freak over it.
It was when she reached out grabbed it through my pants that I realized she 100% without a doubt wanted me to fuck her from that very first day.
Before I could even process a thought she'd pulled out my cock and was slobbering all over the the head. She pulled me into the bed and pushed me to the head board where she layed between my thighs, sucking like she hadnt had a cock in her mouth for decades.
I told her that she was going to make me cum and if she wanted to get fucked she better let up a bit...She said, I want to suck your cock until you come in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum.
I didnt stop her and ended up blowing a huge load right down her throat. When she was done she looked up atd me smiled and said "hang out here for a second, I'll be right back" She hopped up, ran into the other room and came back walking while counting out twenty's. she handed me $80 and told me she had a cribbage tournament in an hour that she would like me to come back next week at the same time.
I'm thinking oh fuck what am I getting myself into.
So it' will be a year next week. She has never taken off her panty's and has only sucked my cock. Swallowing my cum each time. She has gotten to the point where she catches it in her mouth, swishes it around, slobbers it out onto her fingers to look at and play with, just to go back into her mouth gargled and gulped.
She's told me she just loves the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth. That it brings back a feeling of youth that she had missed for years and years.
she is currently paying me the same $80 and supplying me with the best weed I can find anywhere...
There's talk that I may be going on a cruise to chaperone....her boy toy as she's told me...

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I confess I have been cheating on my boyfriend quite often. We have been together for almost 2 years and I can't say a single bad thing about him but I just need more. He is absolutely wonderful and treats me like a queen. I truly love him to death.

It all started several months ago in the bedroom. He and I have great sex but he started something that I can't put away. One night after plenty of foreplay, he finally got behind me and fucking me doggy style. After a few moments he suprised me by sticking his thumb in my ass. Ill just say he has never fucked me in the ass nor has he fingered my ass. Anyways I thought it was so hott and I started cumming instantly.

He didnt just stop there to. While fucking and fingering both holes at the same time, he started saying really dirty things to me, calling me a slut and a dirty/naughty girl. He kept asking me if I wished his thumb was another cock and telling me I'm such a slut he knows I want a cock in my mouth too. He would pull his thumb out of my ass and make me suck it before he put it back in. All of this was completely new to me. I had never been fucked this way before. After thinking about it, I really did want to be treated like a slut and fucked by multiple dicks.

Ok so after that night, it was constantly on my mind. On that Friday, I stopped at the mall and bought new lingerie and also at the adult store. I bought my first dildo. The lady in the store helped me find the perfect one. It's a little thicker than he is and about the same length, almost 8". Anyways, I went home and got ready to suprise my man. Needless to say the lingerie didnt stay on long and I told him I wanted it like the other night. Things went great. After I let him warm me up with his thumb, I decided to tell him I bought a dildo and asked of he would us it on me instead. I'm sure you can imagine the dirty things he called me after he knew I bought a dildo bigger than his cock hehe. Anyways up until them that was the best sex I have ever had.

After a few weeks I kept thinking about the things he would say to me. I caught myself dressing a bit more provocative to work and out with my girlfriends. I started paying attention to the way me. Would look at me and I really enjoyed it. The first man I became attracted to other than my bf was a man from work. One Tuesday when my bf said he had to work late, I let Sean take me home with him. I was sluttier with Hun than I had ever been with my bf. when we got naked, I noticed his cock was much bigger than my Boyfriends. Ps Sean is black. Anyways it was about 9.5" and thick and very dark. I loved every inch. Sean ended up cumming inside me while I was on top. He had me sit up so it would drop out onto his cock then had me slurpe it all off and swallow.

Ok so since Sean, I have been addicted to black men. To make a long story short, ill just say I've probably fucked a dozen black guys in the past two months. All of them are men I have met at the mall or just guys that have approached me or "hollered" at me. Things are still good in bed with my boyfriend but not like they are when I am with a black guy. Now I want Sean to watch me be the slut he turned me into while Sean and his friends fuck me.

I guess that is my real confession, I want to make my boyfriend watch. Anyways thanks for listening, have a wonderful day. I appreciate you letting me vent lol ;)

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Okay, here are the rules (I'm not admin, so let me know if you agree):
1) Don't post entire picture sets. Take your lazy ass time to pick out the BEST of them, and post those only. Stop making us scroll through your whole hard drive.
2) Don't post your bloody-ass death fetish snuff crap. It makes us lose our boner. PS - you're a sick fuck.
3) Don't post shit that you know we've all seen a million times and call it "contributing" (if you have any doubt, check your hit counts).
4) Don't post bullshit lies on "confessions". They're transparent.
5) Don't post your non-porn related crap and animated freaking gifs. This is Motherless...not "linkdump".
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GERMANY 1944 - A MOM-DAUGHTER STORY OF SEX AND VIOLENCE


Paola, the chief interrogator for Himmler’s SS, was the perfect example of that. She had no limits to her depravity. No loyalty even to her family would stop her from following the orders of her Nazi masters. It was rumored that she was once one of Himmler’s own mistresses. She may have been too hard even for him. Two bodies of young beautiful victims were once seen being dragged out of the Himmler’s bedroom after Paola had had her fun with them. Both were gutted from crotch to sternum. A sign of torture all over their bodies and obviously torture was focused on their genital area. This was her reputation but could even she be as demonic as what she was accused of doing to her own daughter?

As a test of her loyalty, Paola was told that her daughter was seen talking with resistance leaders and was suspected of being a spy. He wanted to know the truth and if the daughter was a traitor did that mean that the mother was too? The best way to find out was to have Paola do the interrogation.

Paola had her daughter, Daniela, dragged to her basement interrogation area. Her henchmen had the young girl tied up her arms over her head wrist tied to a ring in the ceiling.

Paola was alone with her. She simply asked her daughter if the rumors were true and Daniela of course denied it. This response pleased Paola because she now had a reason to torture her own daughter.

She started by showing Daniela a foot long sharp knife. She held it up to the girl’s face and enjoyed watching the terror in the young girl’s eyes. Paola pressed the knife to Daniela’s belly then under her shirt she ripped up tearing the shirt in half, exposing her daughter’s firm young breasts. The girl screamed and pleaded ‘how can you do this to me, mother?’ That was all music to Paola’s ears.

“Because I like it” she said.

Her daughter’s nipples were hard and pointed due to fear no doubt. Paola pressed the sharp end of the knife under her daughter’s right nipple. She could feel the slight pressure and then a shape pain as the edge cut into the little nipple and caused a small amount of blood to seep out. The girl screamed. Paola laughed. “Just tell me the truth and all this will stop. You have been seeing some traitors to your country have you not?”

Daniela denied it and screamed “no”. With that Paola simply pulled the knife blade up and in one smooth move cut her daughter’s right nipple off at the base. The nipple flew off and landed on the floor and Daniela screamed in pain, fear and despair. Her own mother had just disfigured her and insured that she would never suckle a baby at that breast or feel a lover suck on that perfect tip on her tit.

“The truth now, Daniela?” Paola said.

Daniela almost fainted and shook her head no.

Paola suddenly stabbed her in the belly an inch below her belly button right though her cotton trousers. The foot long knife slid right into her tight teenaged belly and ended only when the hilt pressed against her skin. She twisted the knife to the left then the right. She watched her daughter squirm and twist her body trying to move back but her tied wrist held her in place. “Wrong answer baby.” The evil Paola showed no emotion other than pleasure as she worked at painfully killing her own daughter. She would prove her loyalty to Himmler. She yanked the knife out of her daughters belly and a spray of blood followed. A loud ‘umph’ grunted out of Alessandra’s throat.

Paola pulled down Daniela’s pants and her panties. Leaving her naked and a steam of blood flowed down her belly and into her sparse pubic hair.

Paola took the bloody knife and ran the point up and down Daniela’s bush, gently scrapping it though her nether hair, not cutting her but terrorizing her in the process. The point ran over her daughter’s tinny clit and then down between her cunt lips to her virginal opening. She very carefully inserted the knife into Daniela’s cunthole. She was careful not to cut her inner walls but slid the knife deep up inside her daughter’s twat. Half way up the length of the blade.

At this point Paola was so excited that she did not care about the truth of the interrogation she only thought about the thrill of the fact that she was about to continue to torture and kill her own daughter.

Daniela was crying and begging and denying but none of that would stop Paola. She pulled the knife out a few inches then suddenly she shoved the knife way up deep into Daniela’s cunthole. She pulled the knife half way out and thrust it deeply back into her belly through the vaginal sleeve. She was knife fucking Daniela. Blood poured from between Daniela’s legs. Paola stood back to enjoy the sight. She saw the knife sticking out of her daughter’s cunthole. It was right up to the hilt buried deep into the young girl cunt.

Daniela was beyond protest. She screamed and wiggled her body twisting around taking the hard knife up her snatch.

Paola then pulled the knife up. The sharp blade cut her clit in half and then her bladder, intestines, through her belly button until it stopped at her sternum. Paola watched as the new cunt slit she created up her own daughter’s body spilled her intestines all over the floor.

She looked into Daniela’s pretty eyes as they looked at her in confusion and fear and then faded to a glassy stare as the life left Daniela’s body.

Paola reached under her short dress and fingered her own cunt to a full satisfying orgasm.

What Paola did not know was that she was doomed to her own deadly fate regardless of that occurred in her attempt get her daughter’s confession. I was the one who would give her that gift.

Paola now lay back, still splattered with her daughter’s blood. She pulled out a long cigarette lit it and took a deep breath. She felt satisfied and complete. She was wearing a black leather outfit. Paola still wore her German coat with the symbols of Nazi Germany resplendent on the epilates on her shoulder and the swastika on the arm band. She wore matching panties and bra. A swastika emblazed right over the crotch of her leather panties. As she reviewed the killing in her mind, she found her hand wandering around her body touching her breasts and then down her belly to the spot she favored between her legs. She slid her hand under the tiny bikini bottom and felt the sparse dark hairs between her legs over her mound until she reached her long smooth wet little slit. She thought of the knife shoved up her daughter’s twat and rubbed her clit again. She circled the little knob over her hood and slipped the side of the panties aside and slid in a finger from her other hand. She began to slowly fuck her cunthole as she manipulated her throbbing clit with the other hand.

That’s how Sabrina found her. Sabrina stood at the door way. Paola was oblivious of her presence. Sabrina watched as the smoke from the cigarette drifted up from Paola’s open mouth to ring over her head. Her legs were spread wide. The crotch of her Nazi uniform panties was pushed to the side showing her naked pussy, so wet and dripping and pink as her fingers raced in and out and her other hand rubbed her sensitive clit.

Sabrina hated Paola not because of Paola’s sadism since Sabrina was trying to outdo her on that point. She hated her because Paola had risen so far of the power chain and Sabrina being so young would have to wait a long while, as long as Paola lived, before she could take that position.

Sabrina walked into the room and got on her knees between Paola’s legs before Paola suddenly perceived that she was there. “Oh, Sabrina, what a surprise are you hungry girl? If so you may have desert first.” She spread her legs wider and pulled the panties crotch band further apart so that her spread open cunt slit was so evident. Taking both hands, Paola spread her lips apart showing the wet pink interior glistening with the juices she had just brought forth.


“Have a lick, girl.”

Sabrina tipped her head down and licked the full length of Paola’s sweet slit form her taint to the clit and back down again.

Paola threw her head back mouth open smoke enveloping her head and smiled. She grabbed the girl’s head and pulled Sabrina into her crotch forcing her twat against the teenagers face. She rubbed her cunt all over Sabrina’s face loving the dirty feeling it gave her. She then took her cigarette and quickly placed the flaming head on the back of Sabrina’s head. Sabrina’s scream was muffled since her mouth was pressed so tight against Paola’s crotch. Paola came at that moment. Her whole body tingled and jerked as she humped the girl’s face and pressed the hot tip of the cigarette into the back of the girl’s neck. A torrent of fluid flowed over Sabrina’s sweet face.

Sabrina managed to pull back breaking Paola’s grip. She sat back on her knees. Her butt on her heals. Her hand went to her burned neck. There were tears in her eyes. “Why the fuck did you do that, auntie?”

Paola answered, “Because it felt good to me to do it. It is a learning experience for you my little slut niece. By the way dear, I would not complain if I was you. I just killed your cousin, my own daughter. “She then laughed at the surprised expression on the little girl’s face.

“Yes she is hanging in the next room with my knife shoved up her cunt. I was thinking that a matching pair of knife fucked teenaged cunts would look nice in my photo album. You do look a lot alike. Stand up and take off your clothes or I’ll kill you right now.”

Sabrina quickly stood and just as quickly stripped off her clothes. Paola looked her body over up and down and admired the small pert tits with their stiff nipples pointed at the sky. She had a small tight belly slimming down to a prominent pubic mound covered with some light blond hair. Her cunt was almost invisible it was so small and had such a tight slit but her clit was visible at the top, much larger than normal.

Paola stood up and suddenly grabbed the girl between the legs and squeezed the delicate cunt with her right hand. She then dug in her nails on either side of the lips and pressed.

“I could rip your little snatch off with my hand before you could move. I know you don’t like me so it will not bother me a bit to ‘de-cunt’ you. Spread your legs child I think I will taste you instead. I am a fickle woman. “

The girl did as she was told and Paola expertly ate her twat. Sabrina came in Paula’s face. Paola licked up all the cum from Sabrina’s little pussy and gave her large clit a few extra sucks to get it all. She then bit the girls clit so hard that she cut it in half with her teeth stepping back to watch Sabrina’s reaction.

This was to scream again and again her hands went to her bleeding torn clit.

Paola stood there her legs open her uniform shirt bristling in all its Nazi glory. Her legs spread and the swastika between her legs twisted in such a way that her wet pussy was exposed and still dripping. She threw back her head and laughed again.

Sabrina noted the distraction in the evil yet beautiful woman. Just as Paola’s eyes returned to her, Sabrina reached over to Paola’s side table. She grabbed a stiletto left carelessly on that table. She quickly thrust it up and into Paola’s firm mound. Paola’s mouth opened in shock, surprise and pain. Sabrina followed up with an upward thrust ripping Paola’s mound open penetrating her bladder and spilling blood and urine on the floor before Paola could even scream.

Sabrina stepped back leaving the knife stuck deep in Paola’s belly. It looked obscene like a large black cock sticking out of Paola’s cuntmound.

Paola looked down and instinctively grabbed the handle she tried to pull it out but the pain intensified. She staggered backward still gripping the handle of the knife stuck deep in her lower belly.

Sabrina looked around and found another object. It was a curved sword of a Mideast origin. She grabbed it and ran at Paola again and again aimed at her crotch. She shoved the sword right up Paola’s cunthole deep to her womb.

This time Paola screamed and fell back on the floor.

Sabrina had let go of the sword too and watched as Paola withered on the floor one hand on each instrument of death sticking from her ruined crotch. Her clit had been cut directly in two by the sharp edge of the sword as traveled up her body into her womb.

Sabrina felt her orgasm building even though her own clit had nearly been severed by Paola’s teeth. She was about to cum watching her aunt die in agony and humiliation.

She got down on her knees next to Paola’s face. “How does that feel in your cunt Aunt?”

Paola was in terrible pain, she knew she would bleed out if she didn’t get help right away. But her hatred for her niece was stronger than her fear or her pain. She reached behind her back as her niece was focused on Paola’s pain ridden face, and touched the handle of the knife hidden under the band of the back of her leather panties.

“Look what you did to me you bitch. How could you do that to your own family?” Paola ironically screamed.

Sabrina took her at her word and turned her head actually turning her body. With her head just over Paula’s belly and her eyes staring at the blood pouring out of Paola’s crotch she said “yes I see what I did and it is absolutely beautiful. Too bad you can’t see the steel deep in your cunt.” She laughed but not for long.

Paola’s hand came from behind her back and thrust the knife into the left side of Sabrina’s ribs. The six inch knife when right between two ribs and stuck deep into the teenager’s heart. Sabrina felt the stab and the pain and knew she was a dead girl. She was defeated at the last second of her victory.

Sabrina’s body collapsed over her aunt. She died in seconds.

Paola’s body guard finally heard the commotion that made him think this was not the usual torture session of his mistress. He then ran into the room and saw the terrible mess in front of him.

Paola sighed with relief. Her wounds, as terrible as they felt, would not kill her if her trusted guard would get her to a doctor and save her.

He ran over and saw the opportunity he so often wished for and took advantage of it.

“Mistress I’ve always wanted to rape you and kill you but now your cunt is too messed up to do that. I might cut my dick if I fucked your evil cunt” he laughed, “but there is an alternative” he said as he unzipped, his large Nazi cock popped out. He also took his army issue knife out. He grabbed Paola’s hair and wrapped it around his cock and started jerking off on Paola’s face using her hair as a sort of lubricant. He held the knife to her neck and when he came, shooting hot sticky cum all over Paola’s face and in her hair, and he shoved the knife deep into the side of Paola’s throat severing her jugular. Blood shot out all over and mixed with the cum on her lips her cheeks, her hair and her neat Nazi jacket.

Paola was dead, humiliated, a sword up her cunt and deep into her womb, a knife in her sex mound and covered in the seamen of her favorite trusted body guard. Good help is hard to find even in Nazi Germany in 1944.

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Story: Arena of Death

Warning: Contains Snuff and Violence!


Sophie heared her own heart beat as she looked through the scope of her sniper rifle. She tried to calm down, but the 20 minute foot walk up the steep hills got her blood pumping, even though her 18 year old body was in very good shape. Maybe it was the adrenaline that kept her pulse up. Sophie tried not to think about the fact, that there was a high risk that she wouldn’t survive this part of the tournament. Yesterday she was lucky to escape death at the very last second. Today she might be not so fortunate. The other team might have learned from yesterday’s mistakes. This time they will try to eliminate the opponent’s snipers as soon as possible. Which meant nothing else than eliminating HER!

It would have been naive to think they would simply shoot her quickly and painlessly. Sophia was one of the players who was casted for her fantastic looks. The viewers at home watched this show because they wanted to see some good old violent sex and erotic torture prior to a kill. Sophie would make the perfect victim for such a scene… with her athletic body, her firm breasts, her sexy long legs and her angel-like face, she would have the viewer’s attention during a nasty rape orgy to the death.

Sophie had been fantasizing about getting raped and murdered ever since she found her uncle’s snuff porn collection, when she was a little girl. Today might be the day when her brutal fantasies might become real… the thought of getting raped and tortured to death sent a shiver across her spine and made her nipples hard.

She thought about all the contestants that were killed during yesterday’s round in this perverted tournament. “Arena of Death” was THE number one live TV show right now. Everyone was watching it, though some people had a hard time admitting, that they enjoyed watching a televised gladiator fight to the death. The idea wasn’t new. Even in ancient Rome, sadistic fights to the death were organized to entertain the crowds. This was just a modern version of this ancient form of “entertainment”. Since the organizers were competing with many similar TV and live shows, they had to take it to the max. During each round of the tournament, a total of 400 contestants were fighting against each other in two teams: Team White and Team Black. Each team consisted of 100 male and 100 female “gladiators”. The fight took place in Arizona in a large valley, surrounded by a couple of hills. Each round lasted for 120 minutes. There was basically no other rule than: kill or get killed. The surviving contestants got a 5-figure prize money. Some were in it for the money… some contestants were convicted criminals, who had nothing to lose since they were sentenced to death anyway. And some were in simply for the thrill. Sophie had applied for the “Arena of Death” in order to convert her life long prison sentence, that would have started last week on her 18th birthday. It was her addiction to violent porn that got her in trouble in the first place. When she was 15, she was caught paying for a darknet snuff live stream. She will never forget the moment, when the SWAT team raided her house as she was masturbating in front of her laptop to the live stream where a couple of girls were abused to the death; partly financed with Sophie’s money. Serving her sentence by taking part in “Arena of Death” was kind of ironic since this show was not much different than a live snuff show.

So, here she was, assembling her high precision sniper rifle on the top of the little hill, where she had a perfect view over the entire valley. As a member of “Team Black” she wore her dark “uniform”, which consisted of black army boots, a black slip which was barely covered by a black mini skirt and a dark sports bra. Her blonde hair was a nice contrast to the dark outfit. She really looked extremely sexy and hot… no wonder the casting agents accepted her application right away. Well not right away of course… like all the other female “applicunts” as they liked to call them, had to spread their sexy legs on various casting couches for a couple of really rough casting sessions. But Sophie never had a problem with being used as a helpless sex toy… she actually got off multiple times during the brutal casting orgies. She even dated one of the casting agents and went with him to one of the public execution shows, where they impale a couple of death row girls “dolcett style” in front of a live audience. Sophie loved it, when her date channeled his sexual aggression and used her as a helpless piece of fuck meat, while one girl after the other got the metal spit up her cunt on the stage in front of them.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the signal, that would announce the start of the game. The next two hours would decide if she would end up getting raped and tortured to death for the entertainment of millions of viewers, or if she would make it… avoiding her jail sentence and leaving this tournament with a pile of cash.

Sophie knew that the first 30 minutes of the “game” would be crucial. She had to shoot as many opponent “players” in order to give her Team an advantage. She scanned the valley with the scope of her rifle… but so far none of the players were leaving their hiding spots. Then she discovered a group of 6 male players from her own team, about 500 feet away. When she zoomed out she suddenly saw a bush moving behind her team. Three girls from Team White were slowly sneaking up on her fellow team mates from behind. Sophie tried to get a clear shot at the girl in the middle. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins… she couldn’t afford to miss… from what she could tell the girls were in their early 20s… maybe even younger. The thought of ending a young girl’s live just like that excited her. Only one move of her finger and someone’s daughter would be history… having the power to end a girl’s live had an extremely arousing effect on Sophie. She could feel her nipples getting hard, and her clit swelling up… There was no time to waste… the girls almost reached her fellow team mates…. with a trembling index finger, she pulled the trigger! Sophie could hear the girl screaming as the bullet hit her left arm… Damn! She was aiming for the head but the girl must have moved in the very last second. But the screams were enough to warn her 6 team mates… they immediately ran towards the 3 surprised young women and forced them at gunpoint to drop their weapons. Sophie was relieved when she saw, that the guys had the situation under control. She could have continued looking for other targets, but she was curious what the men would do with the overpowered women. She watched the scene unfolding through her field glasses. Now that she got a good look at the girls she realized how attractive and young they were. Of course they were wearing the same sexy “uniforms”, only that their mini skirts and bras were white instead of black. Initially she estimated them to be in their early 20s but now that she got a better look at them she wasn’t even sure if they were 18. It wouldn’t have been the first time, that underage “applicunts” made it into the show with fake IDs. The casting agents didn’t really care as long the girls looked hot and were experienced enough to give good blow jobs.

The 6 men in their late 20s did, what most men would have done in this situation. They forced the 3 girls to get rid of their sports bras and mini skirts. The teen girls complied immediately… In fact the pretty brunette obviously tried to save her life by offering sex to the men. She played with her firm breasts and pulled down her slip to give the guys a peek at her shaved teenage pussy. It was obvious, that the men didn’t respond in the way this little bitch hoped. They humiliated her, by laughing at her poor attempt to fuck herself out of this situation. The guys didn’t have any time to waste, so instead of listening to the girl’s pathetic pleads to let them live, three of them forced the teenies to blow their hard cocks on all fours while the other 3 men would play with their exposed pussies. One guy enjoyed pressing the blade of his army knife against her thighs… slowly moving the blade up to her crotch, pushing her slip to the side and sliding the dull side of the blade between her pussy lips. The little blond one was being fucked in her ass with the muzzle of gun. And the girl who got shot in the arm had her shaved cunt roughed up by the large fingers of the guy standing behind her. When he was done pulling her cunt lips violently apart, fingering her with four fingers at once and giving her a couple of strong slaps on her clit, he finally pushed his hard cock deep inside her tight teen cunt. The other guys followed his lead and a violent rape orgy emerged in front of Sophie’s eyes. Watching those 3 petite teen sluts getting roughed up, chocked, beaten, kicked, raped and abused was a real turn on for Sophie and she couldn’t resist taking care of her own itching pussy. With each second the ultra brutal gang rape became more and more violent. This wasn’t a fucking BDSM fuck… there was no point in being careful not to inflict permanent injuries… there was no fucking “safe word”… this was a DEATH FUCK! The real violence started, once the men shot their hot semen inside or onto the helpless fuck meat. Now it was time to figure out, what other objects could be used to penetrate 3 helpless teenage vaginas… After violating the girls’ exposed sex organs with various oversized or sharp objects, it was time to finish the girls off. Sophie almost climaxed when she saw one of the guys approaching the little blonde one with a signal rocket. While three other men held her down and pulled her legs apart, he positioned the lower side of the rocket towards her abused crotch. The remaining two guys forced the other two girls at gunpoint to take turns burning each other’s clits with a cigarette lighter. After a terrifying countdown he ignited the signal rocket right in front of the poor little blonde’s teen pussy… the more than 1000 degree hot magnesium flame completely burned the girls crotch including her pussy lips and clit. Then he pushed the burning rocket inside her little fuck hole and enjoyed her screams. At this point Sophie had two ultra intense orgasms in a row. As she slowly recovered from her last climax she saw the two remaining girls having their sex organs completely destroyed with a couple of close shotgun shots right between their legs. Sophie had the honour of taking the girls out of their misery with three precise sniper shots to their heads.

Sophie realised that she spent way to much time watching the brutal termination of the three unfortunate girls. Using the field glasses she searched for her next targets. She saw several almost identical scenes, in which male players lived out their violent sex and snuff fantasies on unfortunate female opponents. After all that’s what most viewers wanted to see when they tuned in to “Arena of Death”.

But her job wasn’t to enjoy the “show” but to help her team win this inhumane competition. So she tried her best to support her team by taking out opponents before they could harm her fellow team players. For example, she managed to save a couple of girls of her own team before the Team White players were able to ignite the dynamite sticks in their asses. But there was nothing she could do for the three female Team Black players that were just starting to slide down on wooden impalement poles in their destroyed vaginas. All she could do for them was a quick shot to their heads to take them out of their misery.

Sophie really had fun shooting 8 male Team White players that were just engaging in a ultra brutal gang rape of a couple of fellow Team Black girls. Those idiots didn’t even try to run for cover, when Sophie popped the head of the first guy. Apparently the remaining 7 men were so occupied with gang raping the Team Black girls, that nothing could stop them. Sophie enjoyed shooting two guys who were just wanking their cocks. The second guy even climaxed and shot his semen over the girls face right after Sophie’s bullet hit him in his stomache. When he tumbled to the ground, Sophie couldn’t resist to shoot him again… right into his balls!

Only a minute later, Sophie was surprised to see how sadistic a couple of Team White bitches were treating a bunch of fellow male Team Black players. The 4 men where bound to the ground, stripped naked while 7 young sluts teased the guys by massaging and licking their cocks. Sophie had heard about those sadistic games, in which the young woman threatened to torture and kill the guys if they should get an involuntary erection. It’s a cruel game since it’s almost impossible to avoid getting a hardon when a hot 19year old knows how to treat your cock right. In the next step the girls basically rape the guys by riding their involuntary aroused cocks while pointing a gun at them. In some cases, they threaten to kill the guy the second he cums. In other cases they ride his hard cock and threaten to kill him, as soon as he can’t keep it up. Sophie enjoyed shooting the horny bitches right during or even shortly before getting off. Even after she popped the first two girls, some of the remaining sluts kept pleasuring themselves. It was almost as if those horny cunts were turned on by the fact that a sniper was aiming at them… One brunette girl in her mid-twenties even kept rubbing her clit after Sophie popped a bullet in her knee. Being so eager to climax, Sophie granted her a very last orgasm, before shooting her right in her twitching fuck hole.

The longer the sexual slaughtering between the two teams went on, the more Sophie enjoyed the spectacle from her comfortable position. So far, none of the Team White players had found her hiding spot. She started to think that she might actually make it, and that she could as well enjoy the “show”. She took turns shooting Team White members and pleasuring herself violently to countless orgasms. In order to cum again she needed an even more intense kick… that’s why she didn’t even bother any more trying to support her team…. For example she could have easily saved four of her fellow female team mates from having their cunts whipped, but she preferred watching the pretty girls having their crotches whipped to pulp with heavy barbed steel chains. And watching those 6 other fellow team members getting forced to play “Russian Pussy Roulette” with a loaded revolver was such a turn on, that she decided to wait until the first unfortunate girl would hit a chamber with a bullet and blow her own crotch up.

Only 25 minutes left until the end of the game. And so far nobody even came near Sophie’s hiding spot. Completely exhausted from the 1,5 hour killing- and masturbation orgy, Sophie rested in the grass… completely naked and not very ladylike with obscenely opened legs. She enjoyed the sunrays drying her pussy juices on her red and sore cunt lips and clit. The distant screams and the gun shots from the valley started to sound like an ambient and soothing sound. As Sophie closed her eyes, pictures from the various fights and death tortures popped up in her brain. Her mind tried to process the vast amount of violence, pain, sex and death that she witnessed over the last 90 minutes. It was like her brain tried to compile a “best-of-video” of the most erotic and exciting scenes. And once again her young und obviously unsatisfiable body reacted in the way it always reacted to this kind of mental stimulation. She felt that tingling sensation between her legs, as the blood rushed once again into her 18-year-old sex organ… Her sore clit burned and she felt a little pain as she carefully pressed her fingers against it. The harder she pressed, the more pain she felt. She thought of all the girls that had to endure the ultimate pain of the total destruction of their female body parts. She asked herself: How does it feel getting your cunt lips torn violently apart… There was only one way to find out… it felt so intense as she squeezed her sore pussy lips between her fingers and started to pull them apart… the pain felt exhilarating… she squeezed her cunt lips as hard as she could and pulled them out as far as they would go… the pain felt so fucking good!

She was close to another painful orgasm, as she suddenly heard something. When she opened her eyes, she stared into the muzzles of 3 male Team White players. They had finally found her… Only 18 more minutes and she would have made it. Sophie felt the panic rising inside of her. The adrenaline shot through her veins and she was completely frozen in shock and panic. She didn’t even try to cover up her obscenely spread pussy… The three muscular men in their late 20s obviously were surprised to see this 18 year old gorgeous innocent looking cutie, lying next to her rifle, slip and miniskirt, furiously masturbating her red and sore teenage pussy. There was no point in telling her to strip naked and spread her legs, like they did with the last 7 female players, they caught. It looked like this horny bitch was just waiting for them. They didn’t waste much time… meanwhile they were a rehearsed team: two guys held her down and pulled her legs apart, while the third guy would get to “play” with her… and even though he obviously had some “play time” already today, his cock was rock hard. Taking tons of Viagra before playing “Arena of Death” was a given. Now it was time to make use of the constantly erect cocks… The three men took turns raping Sophie’s petite body over and over again. Unfortunately they had only 17 minutes left to play with her, until this round of the game was over. They tried to make the most of it… penetrating her in every imaginable way in the most violent ways possible. In the beginning Sophie was terrified and the thought of being about to get killed kept her from enjoying the rough fuck. But after 10 minutes of violent penetration her body reacted in the only way possible: She gave in to the brutal treatment… eager to spread her legs, open her mouth, pulling apart her ass cheeks in order to receive the ultra violent penetration and insemination that would give her another couple of painful orgasms.

In the minute before the end of the game, two of the men bound her legs backwards to her arms. Then they lifted her up, while the third man was holding her sniper rifle upright on the ground. As she saw the upright rifle beneath her open legs, she knew it was time to die now. Slowly the lowered her over the tip of the muzzle and inserted it between her cum dripping pussy lips… then they slowly lowered her down so that the rifle would impale her abused vagina. The pain as the tip of the muzzle crushed through her cervix was breath taking… she couldn’t even scream… They played with her body by moving her up and down…. practically fucking her on the upright rifle… and only 10 seconds before the end of the game the guy holding the rifle pulled the trigger… The bullets tearing through Sophies body and exiting through her beck didn’t kill her instantly…. He had to fire 8 more painful shots until everything went black around her…

The END

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Once, I fought Batman.

I am a night walker by day, and a damn good one. I am a hermaphroditic crack whore with a penchant for mugging my johns the minute they pay up and then stuffing their greasy heads between my thighs and telling them to swallow like a good boy. I run a criminal syndicate of psychotic whores and pimps who terrorise the streets of Gotham and and flood the Narrows with a certain opiate found from a flower found only on the slopes of a mountain in Anatolia.

Life was good.... until the Caped Crusader pounced.

I was roaming the streets with my 2-I-C, and she was telling me of the hijinks her crew had junked the night before. Suddenly, she went KAPOW! and SHAZAAM! and flew across the street. I turned around, and there was a man in a cape and mask.

"End of the line, you Hermaphroditic Huckster!" He cried.

"Oh, you wouldn't hit a woman, would you, Batman!" I simpered, whilst fumbling behind my back for the emergency 2x4 I always keep in my brassiere.

"Your Faux-Feminine Felonies will be the death of you, Androgynous Andy (for that was my alias at the time)!"

SPLAATTTT!!!!! OOMPHH!!!!

I staggered back from that two-punch combo before I put up my dukes and engaged in a fierce battle of fisticuffs and wits. I hit him in the groin with my 2x4.

OUCH!!!!!

He hit me in my boobs with his batgloves.

BOINGG!!!!!

I kicked him with a reserve crane with triple backflip.

CLATTER!!!!!

But Batman is a veteran of a thousand street brawls, and ended up besting me. He hauled me into Arkham Asylum where I spent a good ten months in a cell with the Joker and the Penguin. We started a book club and had cups of tea with Tuesday with the warden.

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I confess, this Kony 2012 shit is getting on my nerves. First of all, it's colorful propaganda put on youtube to reach an audience of people who didn't care about Humanity before the Kony 2012 was shared and liked.

The Ugandan Government invaded the Congo and causes over 5 million deaths as well as imposed laws calling for the extermination of homosexuals. Whether you support these events is irrelevant.

This video also calls for the US to do something about it. Donating or Military Action would be foolish since 1) The Ugandan Government is corrupt anyway 2) The US shouldn't be involved in another war which will cost us even more money that we don't have.

Yeah, I want Kony dead but what about the UN? This is their type of problem, not ours. If the US invades Uganda than we are already gearing up to go to Syria and Iran.

Reports claim that Kony and the LRA are standing on one leg and Kony is Ill from his AIDS. Here's the best part, Kony and the LRA aren't even in Uganda right now.

What about Al-Assad 2012? We should start that. No one cares about what's going on in Syria. Let's make a video about it and pretend were Human Rights Activists.

The "non profit organization" trying to get donations, Invisible Children, are taking 75% of all donations. The rest is going to a government just as bad as their enemy.

Majority of people were saying we shouldn't of gone after Saddam when he was killing his own people and putting them in mass graves but because a propaganda video comes out and puts an emphasis on children we should suddenly do something about it?

Tell me more about how you cared about humanity before watching that Kony 2012 video. To me, this whole thing is just a scam.

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I once fought a cougar. Her name was Carol, and she was fine piece of ass.She was a mate's mum back in high school, when we were thirteen and awkward and horny as fuck. She was a redhead and wore red lipstick, with enough lines on her face to tell that she's been through a bit but still totally fucking hot.

So I hung out at my friends place quite a lot. He had a pool at his place and we'd all go over on hot days. Second best way to spend the summer holidays, after the mall and perving on all the hot girls that walked by. One day, I was in my speedos and his mum came over in a bikini. Instant boner. I was waist deep in the pool at this stage, so I thought I was safe, but she walked over to the side, looked down and smirked.

Then she got into the pool with me.

"So Luke Skywalker, we meet again!" she cried as she whipped out a lightsaber from within her ample bosom. "You thought you could hide in the guise of a simple horny school student, but the Sith cannot be fooled! Now face me in combat, you evil JEDI!"

Damn, I thought. Shawn's mum is a nutcase with a lightsaber. Even for a hot MILF, it was a bit much. My boner dropped immediately.

"Listen Shawn's mum, I'm not a Jedi," I tried to explain "It wasn't a lightsaber in my speedos you saw, it was just my enormous erection because you're a fucking hot piece of fuckmeat."

"Oh," she replied, sheathing her lightsaber and tucking it back into her bosom. "My apologises, I thought you were a Jedi Knight out to kill me. Okay then, do you want to fuck?"

So we fucked for a while in the pool. And then I called her a dirty slutty hillbilly cougar, and things got ugly.
So I cut her down with my lightsaber and used the FORCE to cover up the body. Then I flew off in my X-Wing to help blow up the Death Star.

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