Dressed and undressed. In our backyard there's a spot where our neighbours can't see and it just happens to be a sunny place. Every now and then my wife tries to get an all-over tan because she thinks no body can see her. Well, I decided to let someone see her undressed. Cheers. 

Have you ever had a woman you wanted and lusted over for a long time, and then, when it finally happened, it was all you imagined it would be, only to be disappointed at the end?

We both knew Maya back in hs. She was by far the pretties girl in the entire school, but she wasn't popular, no, she was one of the nerdy girls, yet, the way she dressed, so closed and unrevealing, nor the way she acted, all shy and introverted, couldn't fool guys to look over her hotness.

She was our friend, and we both lusted over her. I tried something, she rejected me, like she rejected everyone - no one could touch her.

Now, this all happened in my home town, and as I went to college, she stayed, with him, my best friend. First Christmas I came back home from college, they already became an item, but we kept contact, all the way through college. Every time I visited, she evolved more and more, into a mesmerizing woman, being with him gave her confidence, both socially, and about the way she dressed, behaved.

I got married to a girl I met in college, in the city, after graduation, and they started living together, back home.

Twenty something years have passed. I got divorced in the mean time, and bought a little condo back home, for vacation, and started spending more time there. We lost touch over the years, but when I met him, and asked him about her, he confessed they broke up years ago. Then I bumped into her...

Saying that a 44 year old is stunning, always has to be taken with a bit of salt, but man, she was. I had no time to waste, texting have started, coffee dates, dinners... After one, she agreed to come back to my condo. When I kissed her, she kissed me back, and then surprised me, by going down on her knees, by herself, moments after, and unbuttoning my pants. When she took it in her mouth, I couldn't believe it. This was a woman, who I have been obsessed with for over two decades. I jerked off to the thought of her, thousands of times, and there she was.

It was wonderful, sensual, romantic. She came, while on top of me, tweeting like a little bird. Then I got to be on top, and when I was about to nut, I pulled out, but my excitement got the better of me, so instead of shooting for her belly, I unloaded all over her bald, perfect pussy.

"You didn't have to,"she commented,"there is no worries there".

That night, I learned that he left her, because she couldn't have kids. I also learned, that she is absolutely still and forever in love with him, and I decided, that that plot, is not healthy for me.

I did buckle, two more times, we spent two more nights together, before I packed my shit and got out of there, not to come back for another two years. She may be my perfect woman, but I am not her perfect man, and that would come back to bite me in the ass, sooner or later.

And that is my, said, love story.

Gotta stare at this phat ass pawg peach every morning 

My mil is pretty fucking awesome I must say. Just nutty as squirrel shit and a lot of fun. The past couple of years she has started flashing me in front of my wife to piss her off. My wife hates it, but we laugh our asses off every time. Just being generally annoying. My way makes it way too easy for us to embarrass her. I stopped by her house today to drop off some lumber and we got to talking and joking and I got her to flash the camera so I could text it to my wife. I got an earful and an eyeful all at the same time. I fucking love my mother in law. And she’s easy to look at too. Figured you guys would appreciate it as much as I do.

The mall was a shithole, its flickering fluorescent lights buzzing like a dying wasp nest. Alex, 19, fresh off volleyball practice, strutted into the Victoria’s Secret PINK section like she was daring the world to fuck with her. Her father, Greg, trailed behind, cursing under his breath. He’d lost a stupid-ass bet—naming every goddamn Pixies song—and now he was stuck in this neon-lit cesspool of lace and cotton, his boots scuffing the grimy linoleum.Alex had just showered at the gym, her skin still slick, her hair dripping with that cheap coconut body wash that smelled like a tropical dumpster. But the shower didn’t scrub away the raw, feral energy of the court—her eyes fucking burned with it, sharp as broken glass. She zeroed in on a rack of PINK thongs, snatching a pair so goddamn skimpy they looked like they’d disintegrate if you breathed on them: hot pink, strings thinner than dental floss, with a cotton gusset that was more of a suggestion than actual fabric. “These,” she snarled, tossing them at the cashier, some dead-eyed hag who rang them up like she was already half-buried.Back home, Alex vanished into her room, the door slamming like a fucking sledgehammer. Greg collapsed onto the couch, the TV spitting static, the air in the house thick as shit, like something was breathing down his neck. He tried to shake off the mall’s sickly glow, but it stuck to him like sweat.Hours later, Alex sauntered out, her volleyball spandex shorts clinging to her thighs—black, glossy, so fucking tight they were basically see-through, the hot pink thong’s outline taunting him through the sheer fabric. She flicked something onto the living room floor: the PINK thong, crumpled, soaking wet, its strings frayed like they’d been chewed up by something alive. The cotton gusset was stained dark with sweat and grime, smeared with a yellowish muck that made Greg’s stomach lurch. The smell hit him like a punch to the face—musky, primal, a fucked-up mix of coconut body wash, volleyball court sweat, and something darker, like wet earth mixed with sweet, rotting fruit. It wasn’t just dirty; it was alive, burrowing into his lungs, making his head spin like he’d snorted something bad.Alex leaned against the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting under the flickering lights, the pink thong’s outline mocking him. Her lips curled into a smirk that screamed fuck you, her eyes glinting with something too goddamn sharp. “They’re fucking wrecked,” she said, her voice low, like she was laughing at the universe. “Practice was a bitch. Gonna need more.”Greg’s jaw clenched. “Alex, what the fuck? And where’s your goddamn homework? You think you can just skip that shit and leave your nasty-ass laundry everywhere?” His voice cracked, but his eyes were glued to the thong. The frayed strings twitched, the smell growing thicker, sweeter, pulling at something sick and wrong inside him. He wanted to scream, to throw the fucking thing out, but his body wouldn’t listen, his breath hitching as the scent clawed into him.She didn’t answer, just stood there, smirking, her see-through spandex shorts a fucking taunt. The room felt like a furnace, the walls sweating, the air pulsing with that smell—coconut, sweat, and something that wasn’t fucking human. Greg’s hands shook as he grabbed the thong off the floor, the strings slick and frayed, the gusset heavy with that rotten, intoxicating scent. He couldn’t stop himself. He brought it to his face, the smell flooding his senses—musky, sweet, metallic, like a fever dream you can’t wake up from. His mind screamed what the fuck are you doing?, but his body didn’t care.Then, rage kicked in. Alex’s smug-ass smirk, her skipped homework, the way she stood there like she fucking owned him—it was too much. He spat on the thong, a thick glob hitting the stained gusset, mixing with the wet grime. He tossed it back to the floor, cursing under his breath, thinking she hadn’t seen. But the smell didn’t fade; it got stronger, mocking him, curling around him like a noose. Alex turned and walked away, her spandex shorts glinting, leaving the thong there like a fucking landmine.The next day, Alex wore the same goddamn thong. Greg didn’t know how she didn’t notice the spit, the grime, the way it was falling apart. She strutted around in those see-through spandex shorts, the pink thong’s outline glaring through the fabric, wet and clinging like it was part of her skin. She went to volleyball practice, came back, and tossed another ruined thong on the floor—always wet, always stained, always reeking of that same sickening smell: coconut, sweat, and that sweet, decayed earthiness that made Greg’s head swim. Her smirk never faltered, her eyes glinting like she knew something he didn’t.It became a fucking ritual. Every day, Alex would shower, pull on those see-through spandex shorts, and leave a new PINK thong on the floor—wet, frayed, the strings curling like they were alive, the gusset soaked with sweat and grime. And every day, Greg would pick them up, cursing her for skipping her homework, for being such a reckless fucking mess. But he couldn’t stop himself. He’d sniff them, the smell hitting him like a musky, sweet, metallic, rotting, alive—pulling him deeper into something he couldn’t name. He’d spit on them sometimes, furious at her, at himself, but the thongs kept coming, always wet, always reeking, always there.One night, Greg stood over the latest thong, his hands shaking, the smell so thick it felt like it was choking him. Alex stood in the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting, the pink thong’s outline a fucking curse through the sheer fabric. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” she whispered, her voice echoing in his skull, layered with something that wasn’t her. The room tilted, the walls dripping, the thong’s strings writhing on the floor. “Keep sniffing, Dad. You’re already fucked

How my girl needs to be every weekend 

you would definitely fuck every holes of kelsey in the kitchen bed couch and outdoor 

I still jerk to this girl almost every day. Wish I could find more of her.

33m Vegas pornosexual, I’m starting to think I’m the biggest porn addict in sin city.
looking to make like minded friends who smoke weed and Jo to porn every chance they get.

Should I swallow every time? Or do guys like seeing me drool it out?

im a man in my early 40s and in the course of my life ive fucked literally hundreds of women . so many ive forgotten a lot of them. i started at 13 and never stopped. ive indulged in just about every kink you can imagine at some point. i was very active in the swinging community for years. i had a live in sub that was into t.p.e . theres been groups , threesomes, public sex, even fucked a hot trans woman twice . ive fucked all races , multiple nationalities , ran a very succesfull solo male o.f page (top 1.5%) but you know one thing ive never, ever done? ive never cheated on a woman that i was in a relationship with. im very proud of that and wont ever change it . theres a wholesome little confession in among all the depravity

That hat looks fucking ridiculous, but I’d still fuck every inch of her. 

My ex coworker gets me every time. 

Holding your ass open will get you a cream pie every time, Im not pulling out of that

Check this out. I was alone last night. I got half a buzz on. Being a dude. Well, a dude like me. I'm horny all the time. So I get on the internet. Maybe I'll call one of these escort girls. There must be plenty in Los Angeles. I go on this random web-site. I'm looking at prices. Holy shit! I don't think so. Maybe an all nighter when it's my birthday or something. Anyway, now I'm curious. I start poking around. I run into the men's section. I'm looking at some of these dudes. I'm thinking. I'm way better looking than a lot of these guys. I'm 5'11" 175. Clean, athletic. I could do that job. Shiiiiit, I'll charge the going rate similar to the man. So I fill out the application provided. I submit a pic with a pick up pitch like I`m a chick magnet.
All of sudden I'm Fonzy. They'll mention my name and Rico Suave in the say sentence. I'm going to feel like a 1965 Beatle. I can't wait! I'm going to get my bone smooched every night. Then I thought. Who's going to be doing the sloppy knobbing on my throbber. Uh oh, what type of clientele will approach my newly found gigoloness. Do I wear kinky boots to strut around in? Am I required to dye my hair green? Will my favorite word be fabulous? Do I have to buy a choker necklace and listen to Culture Club? Am I Too Sexy For My Shirt?! I think this might not be such a good idea. As these thoughts run though my head. I am relieved to read. My application has been submitted, but not posted. Then I see that my audience points towards possible female only prospectors. I am charged a small fee to prove I'm serious and not a fly by night. Well now, that's better. Only the women will be paying to be graced by my presence. That means I'll have nobody calling. Did I just go full circle? Should I continue the process and throw myself out there? What do you think?

Every chance I get I snoop my mother in laws phone. She has a truck driver as a husband so I figured I would run across some sexting eventually. I lucked up last night and found this one. Fuck me, now I want to fuck my mil more than my wife. What do you guys think?

I love my sister she really throws her little leopard chettah thongs all over the bathroom so I jerk off with her toothbrush every morning .

Doggystyle compilation of this juicy sweet nice teen Ass. Look at every hole and feel it to slide in one of them :)

Would love to be going through my wife fone and find a video of her flirting or better still sucking or fucking I would say any thing and make a copy and find sum were to wank to it and every time we fucked I would fuck her like a slut and not say any thing 

I have a kink that’s hard to explain to most people. It’s not just about being naked — it’s about being seen. Exposed. Turned into something that’s not quite a person anymore... but more like a filthy little trophy.
I send strangers nudes of myself — raw, slutty, degrading photos — and I beg them to use them. Not just to jerk off. That’s too easy.
I want them to keep me. I want them to slide my photo into their wallet like a secret. I want them to make me their phone background, my legs spread wide for every text notification. And when they go a step further?
God, that’s when it gets good.
One man printed out a photo of me on glossy paper and stuck it to his fridge — right between his k**s’ artwork and the weekly grocery list. He sent me a pic of it with the caption: “You’re family now.”
Another man framed one of my more explicit shots — me, bent over, plugged, drooling — and set it on his office desk like I was his fiancée. Right next to a coffee mug and a photo of his dog. His coworkers had no idea, and that made it even hotter.
But the best?
One guy told me he was having a get-together — drinks, music, friends. And right before guests arrived, he cast my photo up on his giant TV. Full screen. Full spread. Lights low, image glowing.
He said nothing. Just let it sit there as people came in and noticed.
Some laughed. Some stared. A few asked who I was. And he just said, “She’s mine.”
I came so hard when he told me that.
Because this is what I love. To be humiliated. To be displayed. To be owned by strangers in quiet, wicked little ways. I'm not their girlfriend. I'm not even their secret. I'm just the slut in the frame, the whore on the screen, the background they scroll past during meetings.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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.

Seeking a full-time personal assistant and companion, to serve the dark side at the highest level

I will become responsible for a special project carried out worldwide at the top level of theistic satanism. This makes it necessary for me to have a full-time companion , as my personal assistent for various duties, mainly in converting key figures to satanism. I am therefore searching for a dedicated companion. This is not just a partnership; it’s a complete devotion to a lifestyle steeped in freedom, exploration, and ultimate submission, where lust prevails and laws are flexibel.
It will not be easy, at least not most of the times. Your role will be very demanding, but it is also extremely rewarding. You will be in the known and have every opportunity to experience the reward of following the dark path and letting lust prevail without remorse

Age, Background and Availability:
You must be over 35 and available full-time. You have Dutch, Belgium, German or Romanian nationality and no restrictions for travelling e.g. due to past convictions . You have a valid driving license and have had one for at least the last five years. You should not have any dependencies—no children or obligations that would interfere with our life together. Your life before this commitment will become irrelevant, a memory and I want to emphasise that you should have no obligations to anyone. You must be willing to live with me, where you will be respected, but have to be submissive and comply with every request, always, no exception. No is not an option when told to do something. You have no conscious, no empathy, no remorse and preferably are a functional psychopath. Education at bachelor level or higher. Fluent in English. Ideally, you should have some familiarity with theistic Satanism or a willingness to convert, preferably from a baptized roman catholic or orthodox cristian background. You will have to converted if not already a satanist, if you are already a theistic satanist you know what to send in, if not please describe why you would want to be a statist, how you think about christianity.

Sexual Experience:
A history of sexual promiscuity and comfort with anal sex and gangbang scenarios is essential. You should have Chemsex experience with stimulants, preferably slamming, but I am looking for someone without problematic use.You will engage with multiple partners as part of our lifestyle. Al intercourse will be anal. We will record videos for instruction and you must be comfortabel to have sex in public places and churches. You should have no shame whatsoever. If you are on the shortlist of candidas this will have to be proven by letting me fuck you in a crowded place. You wil, have sex when told, with whomever I demand. You will function as a cum collector after which I will savour the cum directly from your ass, which I shall worship and will be my temple. It will be all about your ass, not your pussy, nor your dick if you have one and your looks are irrelevant, although you have to be passable as a woman in public places, because of our mission. You must have tits, not that I care but they are essential for the mission, if you don’t have tits you will have to undergo surgery at our costs, after about a year of service.
Because it is essential I repeat: You can be cis, trans, a sissy, or a crossdresser, but you must be passable as female. A photo showcasing your assets is required. Do not react if not passable in dim lightning, it is essential for your tasks. In that respect a cis woman would be ideal, but I doubt I will be able live with a cis woman, as much as as I Iike feminity, but there have in the past been very few German and Romanian women that could have been a fit. If you are a pre menopausal cis woman we will block your menstruation.

Please respond by June 15. After that date, I will contact the candidates I’m interested in for a personal interview. If you believe you can fully commit to this lifestyle and meet the criteria, I look forward to your reaction. But before you write think twice and be sure that you fully understand what is asked from you.

This is a one-way journey—once you step into this life, there’s no turning back.

This lifestyle is not for the faint of heart. You must not judge lightly and be prepared to think deeply about your decision. It’s a rewarding but intensive commitment for life, as you’ll be actively involved in converting others to our beliefs. you will be treated with respect, but obedience is non-negotiable. Your role will involve worship, particularly of your physical form, and you will be expected to fulfil tasks such as groceries, meal preparation, and welcoming guests. You will not be one off the regular sluts that fuck for Satan, but my right hand, temple and companion, functioning at the top-level.

goddamn, fuck Jesus, expel the holy spirit
Hail Satan, Hail Satan, Hail Satan

I'm a dumb lesbian who fantasizes every day about being bound and gagged and fucked by men. I want my squeals to be muffled by my own panties, stuffed in my mouth and sealed with a roll of duct tape, as I moan and squirm against the ropes. I want to whimper and blush at how soaked and sensitive my little pussy is as I gaze pleadingly at the line of men waiting to take my gold star.

Cant stop thinking about a girl i saw in public with tiny shorts riding up her ass. She had the thickest thighs I've ever seen, bursting out of her shorts. I got a boner in front of her behind the desk but she couldnt see, i wish she did. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I could see her entire ass through her shorts as she walked away I stared and watched it jiggle with every step. I wanted to take a picture so bad to jerk off when I got home.

she melts my mind with her every move. i love her mommy figure

Inlaws are away on holiday for a month and ive been at their place often, keeping an eye on things.

Almost every day the last week ive been using a pair of my mother in law panties and bra as a cumrag. Sit on her couch, jerk off for ages then absolutely soak them in cum. They were clean so i keep putting them back in the same place. can't wait until they get back and i have the chance to catch her wearing them

For my wife's birthday I scored her a massage at a local place. I made sure Mamasan assigned her a nice girl, clear instructions of no extras, all paid up in advance. I drop the wife off... so innocent and cute... holding a hand and headed in back. Mamasan turns to me and says "you massage 45 min, out early?" I hadn't thought about it and before I know it I've got a stunning Asian with a D rack smiling and leading me in the opposite direction (wife was already in her room).

We were the only ones in there. Every position you can possibly imagine, plus a great massage. Somehow ninja'd that one and popped HARD when she was on her knees sucking (in a rubber, all good). I go out, 45min on the dot. Air out the car, walk next door and get cold drinks, walk back in to a smiling perfectly relaxed wife. Mamasan had birthday balloons and everything for her. Really cool. That D sized, she was the one giving my wife the balloons and flowers and wishing her happy birthday. They all sang to her and hugged her and everything....

We leave and in the car she talks about how those places get a bad rap. How most people think they're just rub and tugs with cheaters getting sucked off. I'm totally relaxed and tell her no this place seems legit... and off to dinner we go.

It was her birthday, cute little blonde spinner, but she was so happy I blew a huge load on her face that night. Just straight up face fucked her while she had on her birthday sash. Nice and deep and watched her eyes roll as I set the vibrator setting on my phone. Straight up skull fucked her just because I could, because earlier I skull fucked an Asian while she was 4 doors down getting a relaxing massage.... and then that same whore sang to her, gave her flowers, and she had absolutely no fucking clue. Yeah, it was totally worth it.

She's been waiting for ur cum .enjoy every inch of her body while making her urs .

Wife's ignoring every sexual act.
Doesn't look at me if I'm jerking off and doesn't want to see my cumshot. I love to cum on my own pillow before sleeeping.
Would you guys give me some ideas/suggestions to make me cum?

Every cock deserves to feel her lubed up clappers wrap around it while pumping her in that position 

I lost my virginity in college. Prior to that, I only had messed around with two women, but didn't have actual sex with. First one was my first gf - I got a few hand jobs, and a single, awkward bj, before we broke up.

Now, the second one was something different.

It was the summer before college, and I was spending it at my grand parents house. They lived in a small house, on the Mediterranean, and I would always spend my summers there. Now, this might sound like a confession of a super rich man, to a non European, but my mom originated from this little place, and my grand parents lived there all of their lives. So, not being rich, every summer, I would do kind of a house and yard work, on neighboring houses that are usually rented weekly, you know the drill.

In one of the small, stone houses, there was a woman, with her husband, but he traveled back and forth to the city, being there mostly on the weekends, and she stayed almost all through July and August.

Now, when you are 19, you imagine a 50 year old woman, as this old, wrinkled up granny. No, she was all the opposite of that, slim, petite, beautiful blonde, and she was so obviously a big city woman, you could see it, by the way she dressed, acted, her accent, and peculiar choice of wine she would drink, all day, every day. I thought about her a lot, since, she would sunbathe topless, when I am around, not caring about my gazes. I remember finding that strange, but on the second thought, she was sunbathing on this stone patio, that got out straight to the sea, so people swimming or passing by in their boats, could see her as well. Her tits were very small, but still firm, and I thought about them, as soon as I would go home, and was by myself.

She was giving me attention, only I would think that I was imagining it. She would suddenly have something to do in the house, while I was cleaning, sometimes in a dress, usually just in a bikini bottom. Now, in retrospect, I was a perfect target for a summer fling, I was young, I looked good, from all the work I put on, tanned from exposure to the sun.

I kissed her one afternoon, when she had to go into the cupboard, at the time I was in it, and it was obvious she just wanted to initiate something. We were in the bed, and when I got down on her (only sexual thing I did before and felt comfortable doing, wanting to show that I am not some schmuck, but a seasoned lover), I saw that she had nothing under her dress. Her pussy was bald and perfect, and she came really, really fast.

As I took my shorts down, ready for more, I guess she came to her senses, and asked me to stop. She said she is sorry, but that I have to go.

You can imagine the blue balls I had that day.

Tomorrow, she acted if nothing has ever happened.

The day after, her husband came back.

And that was it. I thought about that woman, for solid five years, at first, every night, then once a week, than monthly. This morning, I remembered her again, and decided to write this.

every time i get bored all i can think to do is show my tits here lol

I enjoy these boards, since, here and there, you can run into some interesting confessions. So I thought about sharing mine, it isn't anything special, but it was an awkward episode, in somewhat uninteresting sex life I've had.

In my early 20s, I had this gf, who kept herself for marriage. I was 23, she was 21, and I was very persistent in the idea of breaking this vow.

It didn't go as planned. We would kiss, and grind, and grope each other, and I would get her so turned on, that many times I thought - this is it, she will give in, but no. And this continued for quite some time, five or six months, and I was blue balled every single day. Why did I stay with her? Well, she was so pretty, that the sole fact of being seen in public with such a woman, was a huge self esteem boost for me, I enjoyed the envy I felt from other men - they didn't know I wasn't doing anything.

After said period, she did start to crack a little, but that crack turned into handjob/pussy rubbing, still with her clothes on. It took me some time, but we got to do it naked, and it evolved into giving each other oral.

I was always looking for the next step, since every time we did something new, at first, she was very tight and reserved, but after few times, she would learn to enjoy it, and oh man, enjoy she did.

Towards the end, we got to the stage of dressing up, role playing, face fucking, mutual ass licking, everything but...

I tried to go for it, many, many times, but she would say no every single one of them, and she would even get mad at me.

In the end, she broke up with me, since it became obvious that I am not gonna marry her, at least not yet. She met an older guy, in his 30s, and married him within a year.

I have never been, even close to dating someone that beautiful. I sometimes ask myself, what if...

I’ve been jerking off every day for like over a decade and now for the last month I have not and I’ve been so hard all the time I can’t wait to cum and see how big my cum shot will be 

I have a confession and I do not know how to approach my next move.. last Friday I caught my boyfriend using a home made glory hole in our garage that led to more.

So let me set the scene.. we recently had some neighborhood kids messing with our house and we installed a camera system on the outside. I bought an extra few cameras for inside the house as well just in case. I put one in our garage because my boyfriend is always out there building things, working out, watching TV, drinking beers, etc. and I was going to use it to talk to him.

One day he was messing around with the old doors we replaced inside the lower level of our house and I didn't think anything of it. The next day I go to work and I am sitting at my desk and my phone pings saying their is motion in the driveway. I pull up the phone app thinking one of the neighbor kids is getting up to no good again and I was shocked to see a random person's car in the driveway next to my boyfriend's. He didn't tell me he wasn't going to work today.. A few moments later another ping goes off on my phone saying motion in the garage. So I open the app again assuming my boyfriend is in the garage and I was going to ask why he was home. He was in the garage alright and before I could say something, I noticed a makeshift door and wall in the corner of the garage near the door to the outside. Inside this door was about a 3" hole and my boyfriend was sitting there right next to the hole. I gazed at my phone trying to figure out what was exactly going on here. What happened next made me almost vomit at my desk. A cock entered the hole and he started to stroke it.

My boyfriend looked genuinely excited. Zero hesitation what-so ever, as if he has done this a million times. He stroked this anonymous dick in the wall then leaned over and wrapped his lips on the cock head. I watched in awe as he swallowed this guy's load and he smiled afterwards as if he won an award. Another ping went off notifying the driveway camera again. The stranger got into his car, a blue chevy sedan, and left. Not a minute later, a silver ford pickup pulled in the vacant spot. Out walked a man in a black hoodie and hat and entered through the garage door. Garage camera pinged now, and I watched again as my now ~gay~ boyfriend eagerly accept this man's cock down his throat.

I wanted to leave my job so bad and head home to bust him in the act. However I couldn't, especially if I am going to leave him, I am going to need my job to provide for me. I ignored my phone and tried my best to stay focused on my work, holding back the deep pain in my gut knowing what I just witnessed. My phone pinged every 10 minutes until lunch time. By the time I was able to grab my phone and look, there was 14 camera notifications.. 7 for the driveway and 7 for the garage. Each notification came with a 15 second clip, all clips were the same M.O. guy pulls in driveway, gets a blowjob from my faggot boyfriend, then leaves.

I could not think it could get any worse.. but it did. My phone goes off and the next guy started all the same. However a few minutes of blowjob go on, then I hear some murmurs that I couldn't make out, and the door with the hole in it opened. My boyfriend guides the man over to his weight bench, bends himself over, and the stranger gets behind him and starts to fuck him. He got closer to the camera so now I can make out every word they are saying. So much dirty talk.. the stranger telling my boyfriend how he is going to pound his man pussy, and my boyfriend begging to get fucked harder. The stranger wraps both his hands around his neck and begins to choke him as he fucks harder and harder.. this move was familiar to me because I actually get off when my boyfriend would do this to me.

While all of this is going on.. a ping going off again at the driveway. Another vehicle pulls up. A black Cadillac. I switched to the garage camera and there he was, still getting fucked relentlessly over his gym bench. Entered a black man through the makeshift door. He pulled down his pants and my boyfriend took him in his mouth. The dirty talking continued with the intermission of him gargling down a dick, and then he begins to beg to be bred. The man fucking him starts to moan load and he came inside of him. The black guy moved out of the way and I got a good view of my boyfriend, he was bent over still, fully erect, and a huge pool a cum on his gym bench while his cock dripped with cum. Did he just bust from getting fucked??

He scooped the load off the bench and begins stroking the black guy with his load. Then continues to suck him while tasting himself on him. The black man got behind him and began fucking him relentlessly too. Another man entered the garage and began spit roasting my boyfriend again. My boyfriend was bent over taking all these anonymous loads. He had countless loads in his stomach and now 3 in his ass. He is on his back now on the bench and I watched as one after another came inside the garage, then came inside his ass. He had to be getting close to double digits at this point.

The straw that broke the camels back is what happened just after 4PM. A person entered the garage and I knew right when he entered, it was one of his buddies. He was someone that always came off as macho, but deep down inside everyone always thought he was gay. His friend laid down on the bench and my boyfriend slid his dick inside of him riding him reverse cowboy. I watched as huge globs of cum gushed out of his ass onto his friend's cock. There was so much is was pooling up on his friend everywhere, just making a huge mess. His friend announced he was cumming and then my boyfriend said he was too. He got off his friend and proceeded to clean up everything he could from his cock, balls, and stomach. I watched his friend go limp, then slowly work back and erection, as my boyfriend continued clean up duty. He was giggling like a school girl seeing his friend get hard again. Then he goes "do you want to fuck my face?" and his friend stood up, grabbed the back of his head, and shoved himself down his throat. My eyes still glued to the phone, watched as my boyfriend was doing a way better job getting throat fucked than I ever could. He came down his throat, then left our house.

I went home about my business because I am at a lost for words or emotions on how I should react. A part of me hates his guts, but another part of me wants to explore this more with him.

If Only She Was Mine❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🫠🫠🔥🔥🤤🤤🫦🫦😈😈🤌🏾🤌🏾🤌🏾 EVERY SINGLE DAY WOULD BE "Mothers Day"🤷🏾🤷🏾🍆🍆💦💦😍😍

I confess that I am normally a very masculine and doting husband. I love my wife and would never cheat on her. But, I party with blow every few months and, it instantly makes me want to be a sex slave to any man that would make me obey. I’m partying right now and all I want is a big beautiful cock in my face and some strange man calling me a bitch! Does anyone else experience this? If one of you wants to be my master, I will totally send pics of me obeying!

kate beckinsale is absolutely a great actress in every movies

When the wife asks what do you want for your birthday and you cant answer honestly well love I want you in a tight little dress no underwear then we head out to the n65 bar and I sit at the bar watching you get groped and hopefully fingered then I follow you down to the toilets and listen and keep a eye out for staff coming then you walk out with big fat load of cum in you you dance drink then we go home and fuck hard and cums goes every were 

My smooth ass, you don't see something like that every day!!

The Night I Remember Who I Was
by @Military_Spouse

Nobody knows this. I’m telling it now because, honestly, I just want it out. Yes, this happened.

In university, I was in love with a man who broke me down in ways I didn’t even realize until years later. He was charming on the outside — funny, magnetic — but behind closed doors, I wasn’t his girlfriend. I was his toy. His cum rag. His property. And I let it happen, because I believed that love meant letting someone own you.

We broke up in the fall of my final year. And that was when I met someone new — gentle, kind, the kind of man who held my face like it was made of glass. He’s now my husband. But this story isn’t about him.

He was on an internship in Russia for three months, and I was left behind with empty nights and lingering shadows. I went out with my girlfriends, trying to remember what it meant to be free, to be wanted without being hurt. But I was still tethered to something darker.

That’s when I saw him again — my ex — across the room at a bar. He barely acknowledged me, like I was some old hook-up he could barely place. And maybe that made me feel something... dirty, maybe defiant. I let him buy me a drink. One turned into several. My friends left. He offered to drive me home. I should have said no.

But I didn’t.

Instead of taking me home, he drove us to his place. Said I looked like I still wanted to party. I told myself I was in control this time.

His friends were there — two of them, watching me like they knew stories about me. And soon, he was telling those stories out loud. How I used to beg for anal. How I could deep-throat until I gagged and still kept going. How I rimmed him like it was dessert. And I didn’t stop him.

Because by then… I was wet. Humiliated. And incredibly turned on.

I laughed. I played along. I performed. I let it happen.

Clothes came off. My body obeyed. One dick in each hand. His cock in my mouth. My ankles in the grip of his friends while he whipped my pussy raw with his belt, barking, “Keep the whore’s legs open.”

And the worst part? I came. More than once. Loudly. Shamelessly.

They fucked me all night — rough, ruthless, relentless. One would cum on my face while another drove into me from behind. They took turns using my holes like I was nothing. And for those hours... I felt like everything.

When it was over, he didn’t even offer a shower or a bed. Just called me a cab and told me to get out. I dressed slowly, sore, wrecked, dripping.

I checked my phone.

Missed calls from my boyfriend — now husband.

I called him. Told him I was out with girlfriends. Lied without flinching. He said he had a surprise and was coming back into town early.

He arrived at my apartment two hours later. I hadn’t even washed the night off of me.

He knocked.

And when I opened the door, he dropped to one knee and proposed.

I said yes.

We called our families. We laughed. We cried. He held me like I was sacred.

And beneath it all, I was still sticky with someone else’s cum.

I tell this story not because I regret it, but because I don’t.

Yes, I was shaped by "Bad Treatment". But I learned that I crave roughness. I crave degradation. But on my terms. Now, I choose when I want to be a whore. I choose who gets to use me, and how. And no, my husband can’t give me that — not yet. But I love him. And he knows who I am.

People judge women like me.

But I don't care.

I own every inch of this story. I own the filth. I own the power. I am Cari. And I am free.

My wife’s dad fucked me for 3 years now 
he to big and fuck too rough 

my ass is too open and losses 

he talk me how he want fuck my wife every time 

So we have a family holiday coming up and I have to share a room with my sister for 2 nights. Now I have always fantaised about my sister but never acted. We are both in our 30s now and this trip has me fantasisng again. Has anyone every been in similar situations and if so what happened and how?

I have a kink that’s hard to explain to most people. It’s not just about being naked — it’s about being seen. Exposed. Turned into something that’s not quite a person anymore... but more like a filthy little trophy.
I send strangers nudes of myself — raw, slutty, degrading photos — and I beg them to use them. Not just to jerk off. That’s too easy.
I want them to keep me. I want them to slide my photo into their wallet like a secret. I want them to make me their phone background, my legs spread wide for every text notification. And when they go a step further?
God, that’s when it gets good.
One man printed out a photo of me on glossy paper and stuck it to his fridge — right between his kids’ artwork and the weekly grocery list. He sent me a pic of it with the caption: “You’re family now.”
Another man framed one of my more explicit shots — me, bent over, plugged, drooling — and set it on his office desk like I was his fiancée. Right next to a coffee mug and a photo of his dog. His coworkers had no idea, and that made it even hotter.
But the best?
One guy told me he was having a get-together — drinks, music, friends. And right before guests arrived, he cast my photo up on his giant TV. Full screen. Full spread. Lights low, image glowing.
He said nothing. Just let it sit there as people came in and noticed.
Some laughed. Some stared. A few asked who I was. And he just said, “She’s mine.”
I came so hard when he told me that.
Because this is what I love. To be humiliated. To be displayed. To be owned by strangers in quiet, wicked little ways. I'm not their girlfriend. I'm not even their secret. I'm just the slut in the frame, the whore on the screen, the background they scroll past during meetings.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Never been with a guy before but I have the biggest crush on my co-worker every time he is around I get hard staring at the bulge in his suit pants wondering how big he is and what his cum would taste like. Don’t know what the hell is going on with me. 

Check this out. I was alone last night. I got half a buzz on. Being a dude. Well, a dude like me. I'm horny all the time. So I get on the internet. Maybe I'll call one of these escort girls. There must be plenty in Los Angeles. I go on this random web-site. I'm looking at prices. Holy shit! I don't think so. Maybe an all nighter when it's my birthday or something. Anyway, now I'm curious. I start poking around. I run into the men's section. I'm looking at some of these dudes. I'm thinking. I'm way better looking than a lot of these guys. I could do that job. Shiiiiit, I'll charge the going rate similar to the man. So I fill out the application provided. I submit a pic with a pick up pitch like I`m a chick magnet.
All of sudden I'm Fonzy. They'll mention my name and Rico Suave in the say sentence. I'm going to feel like a 1965 Beatle. I can't wait! I'm going to get my bone smooched every night. Then I thought. Who's going to be doing the sloppy knobbing on my throbber. Uh oh, what type of clientele will approach my newly found gigoloness. Do I wear kinky boots to strut around in? Am I required to dye my hair green? Will my favorite word be fabulous? Do I have to buy a choker necklace and listen to Culture Club? Am I Too Sexy For My Shirt?! I think this might not be such a good idea. As these thoughts run though my head. I am relieved to read. My application has been submitted, but not posted. Then I see that my audience points towards possible female only prospectors. I am charged a small fee to prove I'm serious and not a fly by night. Well now, that's better. Only the women will be paying to be graced by my presence. That means I'll have nobody calling. Did I just go full circle? Should I continue the process and throw myself out there? What do you think?

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Gets me every time. 

I fucking crave my tranny lover's cock like dr**s and I'm a fucking addict. We've come so many times together, I've lost count of the loads we've shared. I was just a 18-year-old, innocent little slut weighing 140 lbs when I met her. She popped my cherry and showed me what a real cock could do. I was always curious about sucking dick, but I was too shy to try it with a guy, so I fell hard for trannies and their thick, beautiful cocks. I saw her ad on CL and BP, so I figured she was legit. It took me a fucking month to build up the nerve to call my first escort. One night, high as a kite and horny as hell, I finally called her and got the address. I was nervous as fuck driving to the motel, but my hunger for cock overpowered any fear. I walked up to the door, and it opened automatically with her hiding behind it. My heart was pounding; I had no idea what I was in for. She revealed herself after closing the door, and holy fuck, a stallion stood before me. A 6'1 blonde Costa Rican beauty in fuck-me heels, a skimpy corset, and see-through panties hugging her thick, hard cock. I sat on the bed, trying to act cool, but my eyes were glued to that beautiful bulge. She noticed me staring, asked for the money, and I handed it over eagerly. Still sitting, she stood in front of me and told me to remove her panties. As I pulled them down, she grabbed my head and fed me that 7-inch, fat cock I'd been dreaming about. I gagged and slurped, loving every fucking second of it. I was finally the little slut I always wanted to be, hungry for her load. She stood me up, and we made out, rubbing our cocks together. It was so fucking hot. She told me to get on the bed, and I mentioned it was my first time. She looked at me and called me a dirty little slut for the way I sucked her cock. She laid me down and started spoon-fucking me from behind, slow at first to let me adjust to her thick cock. She pounded me harder and harder, stretching me out, and then made me ride her cowgirl style. I rode that majestic cock like a little twinky boy toy, loving every fucking second of it. I was getting fucked so good that I didn't want to stop. I started riding her harder, moaning like a little bitch, “FUCK THAT ASS HARDER! I'M GONNA RIDE THIS DICK UNTIL I CAN'T FUCKING MOVE! JERK ME OFF WHILE YOU FUCK ME! OH GOD, I'M GONNA CUM! DON'T YOU DARE STOP!” I blew my load, shooting cum about 3 feet in the air, and it landed all over her. She came like a horse inside me, filling me up with her hot cum. I was leaking cum everywhere, loving the feeling of being used and filled. From then on, we had so many encounters—fucking in residential homes she rented for a day or two, waiting in hotel closets while she fucked other clients so I could have her all to myself. My ultimate fantasy? To be her little fuck toy "husband," used and ab**sed whenever she wants, my ass and mouth always ready for her cock, always hungry for her load

Isnt if funny how every guys "GF" on this site just happens to a hot 18/19 year old? LOL. What are the odds?