My confession is that I was in a secret military division in the US army for over a decade. I was volunteered into a secret program. They cut off my penis and testicles, and grafted a new set of genitalia onto my body. I later found out it had be genetically engineered to produce alien sperm that they'd produced using tissue samples of the aliens from Area 51.

The military board would set me up in isolation and send in teenaged girls for me to impregnate. Their aim was to produce alien-human hard-core porn to sell to the black market. It turns out that lots of cashed-up Russian millionaires are willing to pay big bucks for videos of a man with an alien cock fucking blonde US cheerleaders. They used it to fund all their important R&D initiatives of the past twenty years.

The agency put me out to pasture about ten years ago. I'm subsisting on a military pension and life is still pretty good, but my alien cock is starting to weird me out. Sure, it's massive and the erections last for hours, but ordinary pussy don't feel as good as the pussies of all those high school cheerleaders in the middle of a porno set. Sometimes I wish that they'd replaced the alien cock with my original penis, but then again, this alien cock also pick up cable and has a wireless internet connection.

Friday Night….

On a warm Friday evening back in 2019, around 6p, I get a desperate call from my best friend… “Can you stay at the house this weekend, entertain her, please” he desperately begins the call with? “Her” is his wife… I chime in “yeah man, she’s definitely feeling lonely lately” I say as I push for specifics…

(her and I chat, he and I chat, offering my opinion is very common as this has been the topic of conversation for quite some time)

Ignoring me completely, he continues,

“She keeps busting my balls, calling every 10 mins. She feels isolated, alone, you know how she is!” Again, I chime in, “brother she’s 40, the kids are almost out of the house, she wants you to spend time with her, take her to dinner, do shit”. He wants to respond but has nothing, he knows I’m right. “Brother, you both can afford to go do things, she wants to go places, experience life”.

For the record, and totally off topic. this man’s wife has the greatest pair of big fat tits. For those who think “bigger is better”, this is the one! Furthermore,
she’s thick but tone with dirty blonde hair, about 5’7”. Thinking about it, she has Kitty Lee’s body with a much prettier face.. A very attractive woman with a body built for fucking.

(according to hubby, she has a high sex drive and is very open minded… Cocksucker hit the lotto for sure)

With a long sigh he annoyingly utters what I could see coming from a mile away, “I don’t have time for this, Bobby is about to go on, can you stay at my place and keep her off my back so I can enjoy myself?”

And there it is…..

Honestly, he’s frustrated, I get it. He plans ahead for this weekend long festival well in advance, keeps her in the loop through the entire process, it’s kind of fucked thats she’s laying this guilt trip on him while he’s hours away. I’m torn, he’s been dropping the ball with regard to their marriage for a while now.. Then again, this is his once a year “get fucked up and jam out with thousands of dirty hippies weekend, “I suppose she should honor that.

Regardless…

Reluctantly, I respond with Sure man, I’ll head up there now and hang with her….” (honestly, I just want to hang at home, rub one out and crash, it’s been a long week but fuck it, she’s good people and fun to drink with)

Relieved, he replies “text me when you get up there, I’ll call and let her know, thanks brother” and quickly hangs up.. I set the phone down, take a deep breath, collect my shit and prepare for my hour long trip….

A bit of background on the friendship. Buddy and his wife married young, 18-19, had kids, they’re in their teens. We’ve known each other for about 20 years and they are 4-5 years my senior.

For the last few years we do dinner on Friday evenings at their place, a modest spot in the middle of cow country. We smoke, drink and eat well. I normally stay the night, sometimes sticking around on Saturdays to help with ongoing renovation projects.

We’re all an open book by the way, we know everything about each other. It’s actually very nice, I enjoy their company, as they definitely enjoy mine..

I’m divorced, have a great job and a high school age kid. I also have a very comfortable couch and plenty of food in a decent suburban apartment.
An apartment I will enjoy some other time, my drive is complete..

Teresa (wife) is on the porch, shorts, tank top, drinking a rum and coke. She has her hair in a ponytail, which is new for her. She normally dresses like a Sunday school teacher. Her hair always down, outfits very conservative, “boring” is the best way to put it. She certainly doesn’t show off her figure, her gigantic tits always put away, which is a shame quite frankly..

With a hug and peck on the cheek, I make a sarcastic comment, as I normally do, “sweet handle bar, you’re missing one side”. Teresa gives me a “you’re not funny” smirk” and proceeds to tell me that she’s been “experimenting with new styles”.

I waste no time, “you got it, flaunt it, I know Sam (hubby) would like to see more of you experimenting”. She immediately lets out a laugh, like, a quick chuckle filled with doubt, if that makes sense?

Again, in a serious tone I proclaim, “seriously, switch it up, show him you still got it, let him see other men gawk at you, get that little head going…..” She looks at me defeated and says “he knows what I have, what he has access to. He chooses to ignore me” using her hands to outline her breasts and body, exactly how the Price is Right women would display a new prize.. “I’m lonely, tired of being treated like I don’t exist. Months ago I asked him to sit the festival out” she exclaimed. “I asked if we could go away, focus on us for a minute, that I needed him…” Starting to well up, she rhetorically asks “Where is he” as she walks into the house….

So here I am, barely been there 10 minutes, she’s already crying and I’m on the porch by myself thinking “you couldn’t of talked about something else, you had to immediately bring up her failing marriage, good job jackass”….

She’s a strong woman, emotional and poetic, but tough. It wasn’t long before I hear her calling my name from inside the house. I take a deep breath and head inside. Teresa is in the kitchen, she cleaned herself up and is mixing both of a strong cocktail. Without missing a beat, she hands me my drink, we cheers and take a sip as she immediately picks up from where we left off.

As she starts to speak I take a step forward and gently lean in to give her a warm, comforting hug. I definitely surprised the shit out of her. At first she was stiff as board, cold, surprised at my very forward act. It took a minute before you could feel her body relax…. Not saying a word, we stood there hugging, my arms around her upper shoulders, hers around d my waste. Both of us, a firm yet gentle embrace, you could tell it meant something. It was quite nice if I’m being honest.

(being a dude, I have to point out how great her tits felt pressed against my chest, I finally have visual confirmation, as well as touch, of just how fucking big they are. Her puffy hard nipples, pressed against my chest, perfecto!)

After what felt like 20 minutes, I now have a rock hard dick so I pull away. “You’re a smart, beautiful, sexy woman who deserves happiness” I say, as I try to conceal my very obvious excitement. She looks at me and smiles as I conclude my thought “ponytail and tank top, my new favorite look” as I look down, laser focused on her giant titties that were currently on display, hours and hours of fun, beautiful cleavage, no bra)

Remember when I said “we know everything about each other?” It’s no secret hubby and I both have a thing for huge giant titties, conversations she’s been privy too, normally just giggling and walking away.. Staring down at them was certainly knew, however, she was well aware of my infatuation, in general, for big natural breasts. Yeah, I’ve looked at her, but nothing more than looking, in my head she’s a no-go, off limits..

It’s at that moment, still in our embrace, she says “I have to come clean”. Oh boy” spews out of my mouth as I question her, not with words, but wi5 the look in my eyes….

“I’ve had a crush on you for the last 20 years.” And don’t worry, Sam knows, he thinks it’s funny. “But, I want you to know, I’ve always had a thing for you.” Shocked, I ask “When me and the ex visited you, is this why you treated her poorly? Shaking her head in agreement, Teresa responds “that bitch took you for granted, treated you like shit for years”, you deserved better, fuck her”.

I laugh out loud as I share “she’s my one and only bad lay, dead inside and in the sack, terribly boring with no enthusiasm, a waste……” Teresa chuckles and shares “well, at least Sam has a big dick but I fantasize about other people when he fucks me. The one or two times a month he does fuck me, I keep my eyes closed, I go through the motions to keep my life semi-normal, but I’m not in love with him anymore, too many years have gone by, I’m over it”.

“Teresa, I had no idea it was this bad, I know he can be a dick, but never thought it was on this level, what are you going to do?” Teresa takes a step back, grabs our drinks and confidently shares “Hanna has three years of school left” as she hands me my drink, “once she graduates and goes to college, I’m leaving”. Her eyes start to fill with tears as we both take a big gulp of intoxicatingly strong rum and cokes… She leans over, grabs a tissue and wipes her eyes as we both take a well deserved gulp of mind numbing spirits…

Our drinks polished off, Teresa quickly time for another” as she grabs my glass and heads for the counter…… Unsure of what to say, completely blown away with the last hour of my life, Teresa swings her head around, ponytail in the air, and says “I’m sorry if my confession has made you uncomfortable, that was not my intention, I just needed you to know” as she turned her head forward to focus on drinks.

I don’t know what came over me, but I felt this urge to hold her.. The last hour had quickly turned in an emotional adventure for the two of us. However, she had a minimum of three years of hell to go through, which saddened me. I had lived that life and it miserable, my heart ached for her.

Throwing caution to the wind, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her stomach, careful to stay below her breasts, resting my head on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and reached for my arms. I whispered in her ear, “I’m here for you” as she let out a whimper and sigh of relief.

It wasn’t long before my dick was coming to life.. She was absolutely pressing her ass just enough for my guy to feel it. Moving from side to side, T was knowingly trying to get me hard and I could care less. I whisper in her ear “I know what you’re doing”, as I begin to mirror her movements, moving my dick from side to side, pushing in….

With both a whimper and deep breath Teresa takes her hand and begins to run it along my covered dick.. “Oh yeah” she says as I let out a gentle moan, immediately, and slowly, moving my fingers to the base of her giant breasts. I think to myself, “Finally” as I open my hands and grab the biggest pair of tits I’ve ever felt. Teresa let’s out a soft moan, catching her breath enough to say “please fuck me!”

Im so fucking hard I can’t stand it, as I respond “soon baby, soon” as I move my right hand inside her waistband, her pussy and clit my targets. She moans out again as I take my left hand, already squeezing and pinching her left nipple, I quickly grab her throat, pulling her head to my my face, forcefully, T whimpering away “How bad do do you want my dick in you” I whisper as she runs her tongue along her upper lip..

3 seconds later, and not missing a beat, Teresa, her hand in my pants now, my dick in hand……. Actually, it’s more like, “Teresa the magician, her hands suddenly down my pants, with a king fu grip on my dick, a grip so tight she could tell you how many beats per minute my heart was pumping” she’s rapid fire jerking me, it’s to tip, long strong stokes……

In return, my left hand still gripping her neck and my right hand buried in her pussy, I have two fingers fucking her pussy while rubbing and pressing her clit with her thumb.. T, well, she starts to moan and loudly and shake as she nutted all all over my fingers….

Teresa hadn’t been touched like this for some time, that was evident!

I nibble on her ear lobe, as she catches her breath, still feeling the effects of my fingers…. I whisper, “now you can have my dick”, slide me into your pussy” as I turn her to the right, and bend her over her kitchen table.. With my dick rock hard and still in her hand, I grab her ponytail and make my way for her opening.. With my left hand, now gripping the sexiest tits I’ve ever played with, I turn her head toward mine and say “that’s my pussy” as she loudly grunts out “take your pussy” as she rests my dickhead at the opening of her love canal..

Deep breath, deep breath as I tease Teresa with my dick, ready to push in fully, sliding in, the phone rang.. I pause, caught of guard by the phone, I say “fucking figures” as T slams her ass backwards and takes my dick…. “Yeah it does” she says as I quickly remember what my objective is….Pony-tail pulled back, left hand firmly holding a giant tit, sexy mom/wife panting as her wet pussy is ready to make a mess, I lay into to her, hard, deep, and aggressive, phone ringing off the hook…..

Let’s be honest… This didn’t last long… 5-6 minutes later, as our hearts race, Teresa screams out “you’re going to make me cum” in what I can only describe as a surprised tone.. “You’re pussy s soaked i murmur, ponytail still in hand, her back still arched, her moans and pants, now similar to a countdown. She’s ready to blow boys!! I give her everything I have, table creaking, both of us moaning loudly, Teresa’s pussy tightens…..

That’s all it took! In unison, I thrusted as deep as I could into her tightened pussy, and fucking unloaded as T let me know just how appreciative she was, nearly falling over as she came all over my dick. With her ponytail still in hand, left titty still firmly in my clutch, I bit on her ear and neck as we both appreciated just felt the effects of a fantastic nut……

A few minutes later, both of us, chuckling and giddy, completely spun from what just happened, get a drink of water. As I’m guzzling like a thirsty African baby, T pipes up and says “I haven’t came like that in years” as she stood back and took a sip of water, almost shocked at what happened. I ask if everything is ok and she quickly says “oh yes” as she intentionally spills water out of her mouth and down her huge jugs. “Thirsty” she asks as I quickly do what a man with a huge natural tit fetish does, as I grab both tits, in a loving embrace, pull them to my face, kiss her deeply and begin sucking her nipples………

Oh yeah, the ringing phone? That was Sam, I forgot to let him know I had arrived… No worries, 60 seconds after pumping his wife full of my nut, as I’m sucking her tits, Sam called back.. T answered, out of breath, Sam completely unfazed, he babbled away, praising me up and down to T, as she stroked my dick.

Sam, “so happy” that I “gave up my weekend to help him out”, requested me on the phone.. “Yo brother” I shout as he immediately thanks me then starts a long winded diatribe, excited to share the highlights of the bands, the setting and the great food. T, left to her own devices, grabs my dick, fat tits swinging, full naked body, she leads me by my dick to the couch as she holds up two fingers…. Sam, he’s still raving about his stress free hippy induced weekend, clueless to the fact that as I say ”sounds like so much fun brother” his wife is on her back, legs spread, pussy soaked, guiding my dick back in the very same spot Sam used to call home.. Round 2 has indeed started,,

Sam called back the next day, he and I on the phone for quite awhile. I remember him saying “its much more relaxed now” as he immediately started the process of repeating the same shit he said the night before, which led to him thanking me again for getting his wife off his back… “Yeah man, she seems happy to have company” I blurt out as he asks for me to put her on the phone…

“Oh man, she’s at the market” I say, as Sam chuckles quite loudly, blurting out “yeah she loves spending my money,” as he chuckled on, eventually saying “I’ll call later” as he hung up…. I’d imagine he saw a half naked dirty chick, or dudes eating shrooms, which is why he just hung up.. He was “on to the next one” ass they say…

Speaking of which…

I’m triple checking to make sure the phone is off screaming out “I can’t hold it anymore!” T, mouth soaked with saliva and spit, and clearly not at the market, grabs my nuts and slams her face to the base of my dick, not missing a beat, or drop, as she emptied my sack deep in her throat… Like a bitch, I screamed out as I felt every last drop empty my nuts. By the way, a second orgasm not long after a man’s first orgasm is quite intense, it’s quite nice!

Teresa enjoyed sucking my dick with her husband on the phone. Admittedly, I enjoyed it as well. The threat of getting caught is quite addictive. So much so, we test the limits of our sexual prowess weekly. I fuck my friends wife regularly, right under his nose..

Case in point-

Friday before Christmas, while Sam sits in his recliner, stoned out of his mind, eating cookies zoned out, Teresa and I will go for a night walk. Sam completely unfazed and happy to have the tv to himself, clueless that his wife and over night guest are 20 ft away, watching him watch tv, fucking like school kids. Me squeezing her nipples, smacking that ass, pulling her hair, drilling her pussy! Teresa, holding onto a tree, taking my dick from behind like the good girl she is, her fat little pussy tightening as she cums, while empty my seed deep into her, fully embraced, while hubby watches cartoons or some shit…

Or right now.. He just got in the shower. T, in a flannel, no bra, immediately goes in and grabs a tissue, making sure the coast is clear. Sam, fully engulfed in washing his ass has no idea his wife literally walked out of the bathroom, about 10ft, slide her pants down and sat on his buddies dick. Of course, I’m unbuttoning and pulling the monsters out, as the smell of Irish Spring permeates the air..

Till next time..

I used to masturbate onto birds at a local park. Not a thing that I'm particularly proud of but I became quite good at it. I was taking zinc supplements so I was shooting massive loads and it became something of a sport to me. For anyone interested here is your best strategy. first, you need to find an isolated spot so you don't become a sex offender. I found a short kind of channel area where I saw the pigeons would congregate. Next, you arouse yourself. I was usually content with envisioning the occasional jogging lady coming over and taking a shit on my chest and that was enough to fuel the fire but if you're not as sexually charged as me just take some porn on the go. After you're good an horny, you get some bread. My pigeons preferred white bread but healthier birds might have a taste for honey wheat or maybe even multigrain. Fat, unhealthy birds are slower and easier to hit so remember that. Once you are seated on the bench and ready to do the deed, whip your roosevelt out and scatter bread out within a few feet of you. use your judgement based on how far you know you can cum. I was a lonely and depraved soul who could hit targets the size of a thimble at distances up to 4 feet. You wait for the pigeons to begin eating and to get comfortable with your presence. At this point, you want to coo gently and talk sensually to them to gain their trust. Now you're finally ready to cum on your bird. This is a tough part because the rapid motion of masturbation is very frightening to the birds, so you have to be subtle. Once you master a technique, you simply wind it up and let it go, aiming depending on your past cumming experiences. I always came high so I would aim for the neck of the bird and catch it right in the face. It's an extremely satisfying and erotic feeling, seeing those birds reel around covered in cum and maybe even transporting it to other places in the city. Either way I haven't done it in years but every now and then I catch myself gazing wistfully at a flock of birds, cock throbbing and waiting for them to land close to me.

New here. Just need to unload some shit. Don't know whether I will return. Here goes.

I beat my wife. A lot. Badly, sometimes. She always lies to the ER docs, but I am sure they know the truth. I succeeded long ago in completely isolating her from her friends and family. She used to be so beautiful and happy. Was a cheerleader in high school. Now her face looks so different and so sad and I'll never be able to afford all the surgeries it would take to fix her.

I despise myself. I want to change. I don't know how. I just see stars and lose my mind and don't even know what I'm doing when she makes me mad and I just fly into a fucking rage. When it's all over, she's just a bloody mess of hamburger.

I wish she would leave me but she won't. I wish she would kill me but she won't. If I can't figure out how to change I think I will end up killing her soon. That is my biggest fear. If I do kill her, I will just kill myself rather than go to prison.

She is such a good person and I always know that the shit she does that sets me off is stupid, trivial shit. The sounds of her screams and cries and my fists and other stuff hitting her face and head haunt me and give me nightmares.

I need to die. I know that is the only way to save her.

Thanks for this forum and allowing me to get this shit out. I can't say I feel any better, but thanks anyway. God bless you all, even if no one ever reads this.

I confess that i was at my aunts birthday and i got bored.. so she let me use the computer upstairs, and i decided to search her computer for some pictures, only found regular pictures of my aunt.. But i dicided to jerk off at her pictures because everyone was downstairs and i would be safe jerking off and cumming on her pictures.

But while i was fapping she walked in, saw me jerking my cock with a picture of her on the computer screen, i kept jerking and she just closed the door really fast and a few moments after that i came.. At first i was afraid to go downstairs, but i had to, and she did not said a thing about what just happend, she just looked at me and that was it.

I am hoping that she likes the tought that i was jerking on her pictures :)

Oh and by the way, i hate new houses.. so isolated that you cant hear shit what is happening in the house..

We could be PC and pretend masturbating and internet porn don’t exist, but they do. And there is a very big problem with internet porn. Internet porn is a succubus whore from Hell intent on draining you of your vital seed, your testosterone, your energy, and your desire to succeed and conquer.

Or, to put it mildly, masturbating to internet porn does not do a body good. Internet porn is like a drug addiciton. The access to endless variety of porn causes you to constantly search for the “perfect” scene. This leads to massive overstimulation of the brain, the overstimulation causes a dopamine (dope) release into the brain (your fix). After you have an orgasm it’s like coming down off a drug. After all that excitement, that endless stimuli for the brain, your body just shuts off and you turn into a lazy piece of shit. How many time have you been about to do something, decided to just have a “quick one”, and by the end 30 minutes later had no motivation to do anything? I already know the answer: a lot.

Here are 10 reasons to stop masturbating to internet porn:

1) Internet porn saps you of precious energy – When you give up the porn and the endless masturbation sessions you have a lot more energy and drive. You want to get out and take care of business. You want to make money, you want to hit the weights, and you want to go and talk to that cute little blonde in the cereal aisle – and you just may have blueballs enough to do it.

2) Internet porn can lead to erectile dysfunction – Keep at it and eventually you will only be aroused by internet porn. Right now guys in their TWENTIES and even guys in their TEENS are having trouble getting hard without porn. They have to keep finding more and more disgusting and outrageous porn scenes to satisfy their hunger. Eventually nothing will do it but seeing a naked black man buttfucking a dog. That’s serious business. Keep up with the porn and it will happen to you too.

3) Internet porn will make you want to stop having sex – Why bother with sex when you have every fantasy in the world available at one of your hands? Japan is a notoriously porn friendly country. Japan is saturated with porn. In Japan there is an entire culture of young guys called “Herbivores”. These herbivores have no desire for sex. All this porn and now the guys don’t want girls, they want sex with their hand, or sex with robots or nothing at all. Japan now has the lowest birthrate in the world. Can you see the connection?

4) After you stop masturbating to internet porn your voice may become deeper – Straight from the horses mouth, this is what guys who have stopped masturbating are saying happens.

5) After you stop masturbating to internet porn you will have more self control and will power – I’m telling you from personal experience you just plain feel better and stronger and more masculine. It’s the opposite feeling after masturbating to internet porn.

6) After you stop masturbating to internet porn your Testosterone will rise – According to this article, Testosterone is slightly higher when abstaining from orgasm. And it does rise slightly during sexual activity—before dropping back down to normal. Having sex with a real life girl increases your testosterone while having sex with your hand and sitting in front of a computer with 5 different pages open decreases it. I don’t need a science article to tell me that, I know it to be true from experience.

7) After you stop masturbating to internet porn you will become calmer, more rational, and less anxious – Again, straight from the horses mouth. Check out the link below to see all the positive results guys are getting.

8) You will become more attractive to women – Let’s assess the situation. Who do you think women find more attractive? A) Guys who spend their time in the dark, jacking off to endless streams of porn, finish after about an hour, take a nap, finally make it out in the sunlight (or not) and can’t even look them in the eye. Or B) Guys who don’t spend their time playing with themselves for hours, are full of testosterone, not having spilled their precious seed twice that day, have a deeper voice, and have the ability to make eye contact.

Easy answer.

9) You can stop getting viruses on your computer- Viruses are a pain in the ass and can sometimes take days to deal with. Most computer viruses come from porn. Eliminate the source, eliminate the virus.

10) If you can’t believe me, then take the word of these gentlemen who beat their addiction to internet porn and reaped the benefits – There are 90 pages worth of positive results. I’ve only quoted from the first few pages:

“I really like where I’m at now. I am so much calmer. I am losing my rage and anger which I am glad about. I have found out that the temper I had was linked to this addiction.”
“Social anxiety was the problem I faced right from my childhood. (I was too much interested in science, unlike normal kids, so I always had a feeling that I was not “one of them.”) I experienced huge improvement in my confidence and selfassurance since cutting out porn. I have more energy now and I am exercising daily. (I never did before.) I now perceive myself as a self-assured, successful guy, rather than some introverted jerk.”
“Daily exercise and porn abstinence really seem to help. I am enjoying my new lifestyle now. In contrast, after I started watching porn, my social anxiety was boosted.”
“I’ve noticed the longer I stay away from porn that it’s easier to talk to them [women], flirt and get into conversations.”
“One week after quitting porn and masturbation I met a new girl, which even a month ago would have been unimaginable to me”.
“Another thing is the extra attention I’m getting from the opposite sex. I’ve never really had a problem talking to girls and they’ve spoke to me in the past of course, but it’s incredible how often girls start random conversations with me now! At a recent wedding I went to, for example, there were few people on the dance floor and I decided to get up and have a dance with my aunties. Then all of a sudden I was surrounded by women who were all grabbing me and wanting to dance with me! I’ll be honest; it felt good to have that attention!”
“It’s amazing how much of a difference there is. I’m a lot less nervous, more coherent, confident, everything. It really does feel like my real personality can come out.”
“The effect on my social life keeps getting better. I’m finding it really easy to talk to people, especially women. Someone made a comment to me the other day at my salsa class. Something like, “You like to talk to the ladies, don’t you?” I didn’t even notice because I was having so much fun but, when I think about it, he was right.”
“[Later] I started doing push-ups at work with some of the guys. When I started out I was at like 15 push-ups, and I was struggling. Well today is the first time I have been able to do them with these guys since I have gone 60 days with just a couple orgasm/ejaculations. They were shocked at how many push ups I could do. They all commented on not seeing anyone increase from where I was at about 2 months ago to what I am at now. Today I did 200 (not all at one time ). Maybe not superman but a big improvement in a couple months.”
“The other is the way I carry myself. I walk with more confidence. I feel better about myself. I do not feel like isolating myself as much as I did in the past. Well actually the longer I go without porn the more the desire to be with a woman is increasing.”
“[Later] Today is day 50 without porn. My body has healed very well. NO ED problems or weak ejaculations like I suffered from just a few months ago. So giving up porn and fantasy and going without orgasm (mostly) for just this period of time has made big steps in healing the damage I had done to myself. I also learned that I have gone far enough that I can recover my peace of mind a little more easily after an ejaculation.”
“When I do semen retention for 2 weeks, I notice these benefits: 1) Face looks radiant and energetic (I may get occasional double glances from girls in shopping mall or street) 2) Expression looks carefree (not struggling for more energy, or not worrying about negative stuff) More natural confidence without needing to adjust thoughts. 3) Voice gets deeper and more charming (This, strangely, makes both men and women like to talk with you.) 4) More positive thoughts (The negative thoughts that used to bother seem so minor and irrelevant – I can ‘get over’ issues easier.) 5) More calm emotionally and easier to control myself 6) Exponential increase of stamina and physical energy/strength.”

Sounds like the guys quoted above had other social problems in addition to porn addiction, but even for the Average Joe quitting porn and masturbation has real benefits. Keep your precious seed for yourself. Don’t give it away every few hours while taking the drug of internet porn. Let the confidence and the testosterone build up inside of you instead of spilling it every day. And when you do give it away, give it to a girl and not a kleenex. Winners don’t spend their time jacking off. Of this I am sure. Try it for 30 days and see for yourself. You may just like the results. I know I do.

I confess I cannot quit jerking off outside at night. Love to creep around in the shadows of this isolated area near me with my dick out and able to stroke at will. Any ideas for outside adventures??

I confess I had sex with a first cousin of mine. It was last year during her little sisters birthday; it was her, another one of my cousins, and I in a room pretty isolated from the house just talking about stuff laying on the bed. It was around 11pm and everyone was beginning to get drunk (I'm hispanic with Mexican parents, the birthday parties start at night).

Anyways the unimportant cousin has to leave (her parents call her cellphone) she says bye and leaves us alone. We stayed quiet for a while and started talking about relationships (useless shit you probably don't want to hear),

Anyways, I sort of pushed the boundaries and got on top of her as if i was going to wrestle with her. She laughed, giggled, and played along. I let her get on top of me and pretended like she was beating me. We stopped moving, i grabbed her arms and pulled her towards me like to hug her. she went for the kiss and everything happened from there.

I still have regrets of that night. I could take it back if i could. we still talk but that awkwardness is still there.

I confess this is my old work mates gf on the right and he would always go home early on nights out leaving her out bye herself. so me and a couple others have discussed giving her something and then taking her somewhere isolated and take turns on her. we would leave her at side of road with cum/bleed runningout her cunt. and no memory.

Chapter 1
You're at a drag show in a shit hole state. We'll say Louisiana. You're dressed like a complete fucking sissy. Little skirt. Stockings, heels, frilly panties, crop top, makeup.

The show gets busted by asshole cops on some stupid pretext. Everybody runs for the exits. Because you're a clumsy fucktoy when you're wearing heels you stumble and the cops grab you. You're the only one they catch. They throw you in a van and take you straight to prison. It's a work prison. There's a farm and guards on horseback.

You're taken to a cell with 7 other men. Big, strong, violent men. You're not sure if you're doomed or in heaven. It might be both.

They laugh at your appearance and taunt you. Inevitably they start to gather around you. Your clothes are ripped off. They ridicule your tiny dick. You beg them to stop but that simply encourages them to be crueler. They decide that if you're going to dress like a woman they'll treat you like one.

Fat cocks of every colour are whipped out. A thick black one is shoved in your mouth. A fat white one gets rammed, dry, up your ass. Your screams and crying only pushes them further into a frenzy. They each take a turn on your holes. 7 loads of cum in your mouth and all over your face. 7 loads of cum stuffed up your, now gaping, sissy ass.

When they finally finish raping you, leaving you laying in a puddle of cum and tears on the floor of the cell, they gather in a circle around you and begin pissing. 7 full bladders emptied all over your ruined faggot body and in your face.

And that's only the first night. It's going to get worse from here.....

Chapter 2
When you awaken in the morning you realize you've been tied to your bed. Face down. Ass up. Your cellmates are debating whether or not they they should fuck you then fist you, or fist you then fuck you. After a couple of minutes it's decided they should fuck you first because the fisting will probably destroy your boipussy and they won't enjoy raping you as much that way. They don't give a shit if it hurts, or actually, genuinely, destroys your ass. They just want they most pleasure from you before they dispose of you.
Even though your ass is still sore from the night before they start fucking you again. The pain, pleasure and humiliation are combining to turn you on and your clit starts to grow. They laugh and taunt you for liking it and promise that if you like this you'll love what comes later.

Just as the fifth guy is about to take his turn raping your slut ass the guards slam the door open. They give your cellmates shit for potentially ruining you before they've had a chance to have some fun with you. The warden promised them that you were free use and that anything goes. The warden has something special in store for you but that's going to come later.

The guards untie you from the bed and drag you out of the cell and down to the isolation unit. The whole journey they're mocking your tiny little clit and faggy breasts. Talking about how they're going to torture your titties and clit until you pass out. First though, they have a bet to settle. One of them has wagered that he can get his nightstick all the way up your boipussy. The others think it's too big and too long to fit.

You're bent over the end of the bed in your new cell and your wrists and ankles are zip tied to the frame. The guard spits on the end of his nightstick and begins pushing it up your ass. He wants to win this bet so he's trying not to completely fucking destroy your ass. The fat, hard stick is going in nicely. The gang rape you endured last night has loosened you up nicely for his purposes.

When he has it half way in it starts to meet resistance. The cocks that had their fun with you last night, while damn big, were only half as long as the nightstick. He pushes harder. You moan like the little whore you are. All the guards laugh as you grunt and moan. Still meeting resistance, he pushes harder. The stick slides a few more inches into your guts. You moan even louder, clearly enjoying being filled. He fucks it in and out of your faggy cunt, eliciting even more moans of pleasure from you. They're all amazed at what a depraved little sissy slut you are. A couple of them discuss how much they'll be able to abuse you now that they know you like it.

Determined to win the bet the guard begins hammering the nightstick up your ass. Deeper and deeper, closer and closer to reaching the handle. There's almost 18 inches of rock hard, polished, wood disappearing into your ass with each stroke. You realize, much to your dismay and shame, you want it all. You want him to win.

You're pushing back against the stick, willing it deeper into your cunt. Moaning, begging and crying for him to shove harder, to drive it deeper into you. Your clit is as hard as steel and beginning to leak precum. There will be no turning back at this point. The guards all know what a piece of perverse fuck meat you are and they won't protect you anymore. If the entire prison wants to line up and rape you, repeatedly, they won't stop it. You're not sure you'd want them to.

With one final shove the guard hammers the entire nightstick up your ass. You can feel it up against your stomach, destroying your ass even more, and ensuring your boipusy will be able to take incredible lengths.

He lets out a cheer while the other guards groan and grumble about having to pay the wager.

The stick is ripped from your cunt, leaving you gaping, raw and in pain. It also leaves you feeling empty, and wanting to be filled again.

As they're going, leaving you still tied to the bed, they promise they'll be back soon to continue your destruction.

hen I was in my early teens my parents took me and my brothers to their hometown in Mexico. It was my second time there and really liked it. Since it was a small town kids would always be given a lot of freedom until it was time for bed. My grandmother lived on the outskirts of the little town so it was somewhat isolated. That is where I met Rosa. She was a special lady. Average face with an amazing body. Maybe not perfect proportions but as a teenager she definitely got my hormones running. Little did I know that she thought I was eye candy too.

At first everything started off innocently. I spent my days playing soccer outside like any young teenager liked to do in Mexico. Rosa would always show up right before sundown and watch us play until we were done. My grandmother's house was a long walk so Rosa would accompany me since she lived close to my grandma's. We would talk about innocent stuff and small talk at first like our hobbies and our lives in different countries. She was really flirty as well, which was weird for me since she was my father's age, but I would just play along.

As time passed I noticed that Rosa would start to get pretty bold and start to hold my hand or hold me close. She would cope a feel of my ass whenever she had me close as well. I was pretty nervous about it but Rosa would just giggle and tell me howhow cute I was and it made me calm down a bit.

Then on that one day, my parents went to the next town over and told me they would be back the next day. I figured this was great because I could stay out late. Well somehow Rosa found out about this. So as she was walking me back late to my grandmother's place she told me I should come over to her place. I was confused and asked her what for. She told me she needed help in changing the front porch lightbulb. I figured I could just do it tomorrow and told her no. She was really bummed out and was close to crying. She's told me on our walks that she was lonely since her family passed away from a pretty tragic car accident. So I figured I could help her out.

I get to her house and quickly change the lightbulb but she asks me to stay for a bit and have a nice talk with her. It is late but I figured a small talk wouldn't hurt. We walk into her kitchen and she reaches down into her fridge and get a shot of her nice plump ass. Even though she was wearing a yellow summer dress, I could see the trace of her rear very well. Anyways she comes out and hands me a beer. Me being the cool kid I take the beer very cooly even though I've never had alcohol. I taste it and give a very bitter face. Rosa giglee and clinks her beer with mine and takes a long swig. I figured I'm a guy and should be drinking more than her so I go bottoms up. Seems like a bad idea, but it turns to be the best idea of my life

Of course every person is a light weight for their first time, so after that beer I'm buzzing pretty hard. I remember Rosa finishing her beer then taking my hand and walking me to a room. She turns around and locks the door. Red flags go off in my head but I seem to be pretty out of it to care. She grabs my face and sticks her tongue down my throat. It was a sloppy kiss but I get hard real fast. She undresses me and lays me down on the bed. She does a nice little strip dance and strips to only her underwear. Nice lacy red bra and panties that hug her body nicely. Nice caramel tits teasingly covered by her bra. She lays on top of me and sticks her tongue back into my mouth as my hands explore her body. At this point everything becomes hazy but I remember that we did have sex because I remember finishing in her and making out before passing out

My friend is in isolation and board. What do you think perverts? 😋

Bored during this self isolation. Who wants to keep me company?

Killing time in isolation

I hadn't been in a club since this pandemic started. I figured why not, historical an all that shit. So, Friday trip to the hardware store turns into a detour to the strip joint. It's weird. They got plexi dividers between stage seats. There's a fucking rule board about covid. They take your temp when you walk in. Per the sign all staff get temp checks every couple hours. Half the girls look like ninjas with black masks. Half look like bladerunner with clear masks. I probably look like an idiot in a KN95. Everyone just sort of laughs at the absurdity of it. The place was empty, just me, girls, bartender. Lots of attention. VIP was half price. Place was hurting. Like I said just weird and historical and all that shit. Did VIP with an amazing hottie. Great time. Hey if I die I'll die happy.

I remember the weirdest part being the social interaction. Bartender, girls, all of them really wanting to talk. Shit's got everyone so isolated. Most of us have lost someone, not trying to start debates or spread, just ducking weird!

I confess I just got home from an early morning edging & jerking session at my local cemetery. It’s an older cemetery so it’s in a more isolated location it’s a place of numerous sex acts. I love my midnight strolls just walking and stoping to stroke in it’s peaceful cool quite confines wherever I choose. Just masturbation bliss I must admit.

just saw a great college cheerleader camel toe on national t v. camera was isolated on her doing a high kick...wish i had been recording..i backed up the tivo 4 or 5 times...delicious..wva and oklahoma

I often fantasize about something? I got too drunk on the beach and you found me alone? Would you call a cab or someone to take me home? Or would you carry me unconscious ,into the backseat of your car? Drive me to an isolated place?  Rip off my bikini? It sexually use me for your pleasure? I just think of it often, especially with sexually older men.

Self isolation has made me booooored.

Feeling horny and haven’t had sex in ages!

Can you help me cum? Tributes welcome - I love masturbating to your cum!!!

Annabel xxxx

Isolation can make us do strange things XD

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.

One day when I was five. Me and my big sister who was eight. had just gotten our costumes. I was superman and she was wonderwoman. My parents went out and my sister eyed me. She said I looked great. She laid on the bed and said come and get me. I was confused but I knew what she ment. I pounced on her. I thrusted in and out of her gently, it was fantastic. The best sex I had ever had. She put my face on her chest and I started licking her flat bony chest. They she grabbed my face and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Her breath was horrible and I threw up in her mouth. She immediately started to convulse and that made me rock hard. I then stole my fathers cocaine he called it magic dust. I gave her some and seizures were immanent so I facialed her and called an ambulance... this is where it gets insane. The ambulance pulls, up. There are two EMT's, Charles and Victor. Charles is a stocky man, around 5'6, 300 pounds, patchy facial hair and a heavy sweat brow. Victor is more of an eclectic man, 6'1, sharp features and a gait that impresses. Charles walks towards me, staggering slightly, twitching out, obviously under the influence of some sort of hallucinogen, whilst Victor's insensitivity and cold callous demeanor is as obvious a nigger at a KKK meeting. As they stumble towards my convulsing sister, I scream out "HELP! HELP HER! MY CUM IS CAUSING HER TRACHEA TO CLOSE". I fall to the ground in front of them, the tears are running down my face. I have never felt so alone, so afraid and so lonely, all these people around me, but still I feel the coldness of my soul creeping into isolated. Charles, in his disturb state, doesn't know exactly how to comprehend the situation, and assumes that I am a dragon from the gates of Gal'eron. "LEST HE BECKONS FORTH THE INFINITE WISDOM OF THE LORD RAP'YO'NIGG' AND HEAL THE SOUL OF THIS DRAGON", he fell to his knees and clutched my hands in his, brushing away the tears, "Dragon, it's okay, I know the cure. I know the rights of spring. I can heal your wounds and take you under my 'wing'. Please Dragon, trust me". Victor stands watching his EMT buddy twitch out and hallucinate, slowly pulling a bent and soggy cigarette to his mouth and light it up. "Charles, you fucking degenerate, snap out of it, this man needs help" He grabbed Charles' shoulder and threw him away from my sister "Mam, you are alegric to the amino acids found in your brothers cum, we need to bring you to the hospital immediately, The whole time i was thinking IM 5

My girl. We are having fun in isolation!

I had sex with my sons wife over the weekend. They married right after college and just 3 years into it they fight all the time. Funny I thought they were a good match for each other.

She came over Saturday in tears. They had another big fight and she needed to talk. All her friends and family live on the other coast so she feels isolated. I was a little shocked to hear her say my son had not wanted sex in almost a year. We were drinking wine and soon she asked if I thought she was attractive. I told her if I was younger and she was not my daughter-in-law I would be all over her. Next thing I know she was hugging and crying and then she kisses me and it broke the dam and we were all over each other. It was amazing.

If they split up or divorce I would try and get her to be mine.

I used to rape my older sister a lot when we were in high school.

She was a real stoner pills drinking anything and she was cute, hot body dressed slutty and was a real princess bitch from all the attention she got. She was also mean just for fun, you all know those bitches. I hated her for being nasty to me especially in front of her friends. She�d have her GFs over and would fuck them (I had peek holes in the ceiling!). Jesus god, one had the biggest fullest tits ever! Cute 17 long brn hair narrow waist and shit her tits nearly went to her elbows when she washed her hair. Yes I had peep hole in the bathroom for sure! I fapped non stop when she stayed over! My sister had a BF and my mom would let them hang in the living room which was kind of isolated from everyone else. She�d rather they be making out at home where she assumed they would be safer. Ha. My dad didn�t approve of making out in a dark room but he agreed. He would have really freaked if he knew she was such a stoner and a slut. I would peak around the corner and in the semi dark I could see they were fucking with her skirt hiked up and him grinding on top. Anyway, she often fell asleep on the sofa and her BF would just let himself out. I would come by all innocent and go in and wake her up and help her up the stairs so no one would see she couldn�t walk. This made her hate me because I knew that she was stoned but also grateful since it pissed off my dad her sleeping on the sofa. Sometimes I couldn�t wake her she�d just mumble and be all limp. I would shake her and roll her over and she�d just lie there. So shit, of course I started to pull her panties aside and peek and grope. Sometimes she�d wake up a bit and I�d be like all time to go upstairs now. I found that keeping her on her stomach would keep her sleeping more so I could grope more while fapping and she couldn�t see me. I thought it funny that I could feel her BFs cum in her cunt and see it dripping out. I had to part her hairy cum sticky pussy lips to see and grope inside. I'd try to scoop cum out so it made a mess in her panties so maybe my mom might see them one day. Sometimes she would say Mark (BF) and mumble something and I was sure I was caught my heart beating fast scared as hell. I learned to whisper quiet baby or its me baby shit like that. He called her baby. She�d wiggle smile and pass out again. Since this worked a few times and I had an excuse of waking her up I got more brave. I started pulling her panties down and cumming on her butt crack and pussy then pulling her panties back up. I did this for a few months whenever I couldn't wake her easily. Then one night I tried to wake her and whispered once more baby. She didn't mumble so it made me feel safer. I stuck my shit scared half hard cock in her drippy cunt. It felt crazy with Mark�s cum on my dick as I slowly slipped it in and in a few slow stokes I was rock hard and unloaded a monster cum in her. You know the kind that makes your balls tighten. Her panties and bed sheets must have had globs of cum that night. My first pussy. I got better pretending to be Mark as I fucked her from behind, saying stuff he�d say to her so she'd fall asleep again if I woke her. I had to get in weird shit positions so I didn't lay on her to hard and still get my cock in her and be careful to listen and watch for my parents. I'd usually check if shes stoned, pull her panties over, fap to almost cum stick it in and unload in about 30 seconds. It was funny as fuck when she�d call me Mark as I fucked her. Soon I started to finger her ass and found that it slid in easily. I'd finger her ass and then if possible stick it into her mouth or wipe it on her lips. Oh how I wanted to fuck that bitch in the ass but was afraid unless Mark was. One day I was sure I felt cum in her ass so I slipped my cock in. Oh shit! Tight slippery fucking ass! I could feel my cum pumping thru my cum vein as her ass clamped my dick between squirts. I stayed hard even when I came in later to help her upstairs and fapped again later thinking about me raping my nasty bitch sister in the ass. I wish there were digital cameras then ya�ll be getting pics for sure!

Americans, you are being set up for a major scam and a sham. The goal is to reduce this country�s status to that of a contemporary version of a third-world nation. The ruling class attempts to make the ordinary citizens believe that it will immensely benefit the nation to "adopt" some 25 million illegal immigrants. Don�t be fooled by the politicians and mainstream media�s claims of dubious, short-run benefits. For, mostly the members of the elite class will profit from this plan. In the long-run, the citizenry is going to get the short end of the stick.

Some people just don't understand the divide-and-conquer strategy. The power elite uses it to keep the status quo in their favor. Many people are fixated on distinctions such as liberal vs. conservative, democrat vs. republican, the left vs. the right, and other artificial dichotomies. Meanwhile, the very wealthy are truly united. Consequently, the gap between the rich and the poor is increasing; the middle class is disappearing.

It is ever so easy for the ruling class to take advantage of perceived and actual problems�by introducing solutions that do not truly benefit the public-at-large. Instead, the proffered solutions substantially advance any number of agendas of the power elite themselves.

It is a classic example of the Hegelian Dialectic: problem->reaction->solution (or thesis->anti-thesis->synthesis). It is a great way to persuade the citizenry to accept something that actually is not in their best interest.

Consider the various free-trade agreements such as the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA), the Security and Prosperity Partnership (SPP), and the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade (GATT). The politicians repeatedly reassured us that they were each going to create more American jobs. Instead, those �free-trade� agreements resulted in many U.S. company closures and millions of lost jobs. Also, those same agreements directly caused a massive influx of some 25 million unauthorized immigrants, due to the resultant unfair trade competition abroad.

The U.S. government should enforce employment hiring laws as rigorously and vigorously as the IRS enforces business bookkeeping. It should stop the tremendous influx of illegal immigrants.

The proponents of illegal immigration almost invariably invoke mantras that are in themselves rhetorical fallacies: small [statistical] sample fallacy, smoke screen (or red herring) fallacy and spotlight fallacy. Here is the most misleading claim: �They are here doing the jobs that Americans simply don�t want to do.� Well, that particular group of illegal immigrants only comprise but a small percentage of the entire illegal immigrant population. There are countless millions of legal workers who would eagerly work in positions that are held by those who were either hired �under-the-table� or by using fraudulent identifications. Two decades ago, many students especially were able to easily find work in the services industry, e.g., retail outlets and major fast-food restaurants. Now, this is becoming increasingly difficult.

The great influx of unauthorized immigrants has caused a substantial reduction in wages, especially for those jobs that don't require a college degree. This is because there is an unprecedented surplus in the labor force, which results in much competition for too few jobs. No longer are those immigrants engaged in extremely low-paying menial labor such as picking crops, gardening, landscaping, garment sweatshops, and providing housekeeping services. At this point, they have successfully infiltrated all types of�previously high-paying�positions that don't require a college degree, especially construction and service jobs. Now the wages, benefits, and work-condition quality of many types of jobs have been greatly reduced.

So, one must ask several questions: Why would the elite want to cause a reduction in wages? Why do they want workers who won't insist upon the usual job benefits? How can the government permit tens and millions of workers from third-world countries to reduce the American standard of living? Why should the illegal immigrants not be required to properly apply for U.S. immigration�just like the responsible and law-abiding immigration applicants?

[hint]
It is all about globalization and the New World Order. It is simply happening in slow motion, piece by piece. Already, region by region, political, security and economic unions are being formed.* For example, eventually, the United States, Canada, and Mexico will form a union, somewhat comparable to the European Union.

If you do your own independent research, using reliable sources, then you will see the definite patterns and trends. The ruling classes have successfully used similar strategies down throughout history.

The writing is on the wall: a one-world government is just around the corner. And, it is being brought to you courtesy of the global elite. (Thank you very much.)
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*Many of these seemingly disconnected and isolated events are actually parts of "ingenuous", long-term plans of the power elite.

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I confess that I think more about being forced to become a shemale sex slave than I do my otherwise normal life. I have a job, a car, and a room in a nice house, but the prospect of being isolated from the world and fed hormones for life while being used and humiliated daily overwhelms any sense of normalcy. I've even begun shaving my entire body, and have made profiles on Collar Me, FetLife, and The Slave Register in hopes that someone decides they want to transform me into a slutty shemale fuck doll. Humiliation videos and shemales with small tits are the norm for me, unless I'm feeling like I want to be abused, in which case human toilet, huge toys, or fisting vids get me off.

My friends and family have no idea that I'm bi, and certainly have no clue that I have a deep seeded need to become a shemale.

I spent the early years of my marriage living on a fairly isolated farm in the Yorkshire dales. With my husband away on long trips working for a haulage firm, I began relieving my neglected pussy by allowing the farm`s sheepdog to have sex with me. This was fine and I was well satisfied. Then one day, or rather night my father-in-law forced himself on me after encouraging me to drink rather more than I usually did. He was a thick, uneducated brute of a man, but he had the biggest cock that I had ever seen, even bigger than the dog`s, and that was huge.So began the best sexual time of my life. I did not give up letting the dog have me, rather, I enjoyed both and also my husband in between trips. Happy days!

Here's a confession story for all you motherless fucks :)

I have a pretty close relationship with my younger cousin. No, she's not underaged, she's in college right now so get that out of your fantasies. Well a few weeks ago she came to visit me, my wife and my sister for a weekend (we live in California so there's more reason to visit here than just to see us). She's visited once before but it was really brief because she was here with friends so we couldn't really hang out, but this time it was just the four of us. I've always admired her beauty.

On the last day she was here I convinced her to go to the gym with me in the morning. She's really lazy and never exercises, something I always rag on her about. But she's got that undefined but slim sexiness that most girls have. I actually prefer girls who are slim but have lots of definition, but whatever. My wife and my sister are the same and they didn't want to get up early to join us so it was just the two of us. I go to a private community gym and it was 6am on a Sunday so there was nobody there, so it really was just the two of us.

I began giving her the basic calisthenics to start with, push ups and sit ups. After three push ups and collapsing on the ground, I got a sense of how light I needed to keep this exercising session. But with the sit ups, I knelt down next to her and put my hand on her abs telling her where she should focus on. That was the first contact.

We moved on to light dumbbells, 2.5 and 5 lb weights, and I showed her various things like the shoulder press, bent over rows, dumbbell press. I gave her some tips, like to avoid machines and try to stick with freeweights, they're just better in my opinion. And telling her the difference between compound vs isolated exercises and to stick with compound exercises if she can. I continued to put my hands on which mucles get worked by each workout. Fuck it was nerve-racking when I put my hand on her sternum to indicate that the pectorals are worked on for dubbell press. I wasn't sure how she was going to react, but she didn't flinch. So I kept my hand there, pretty much right in between her breasts. And while she isn't big, she's not small either. I have no idea about breast sizes but maybe a C? I don't know. Regardless, it was goddamn sexy.

Lastly I wanted to show her the two most important, the squat and dead lift. It took her some convincing to pick up the barbell but her general excited attitude was easy to sway. Once she has her mind on something, she usually won't stop. Using the bar alone, I showed her the proper form of a squat. This time I was very close to her, partly because squats and lifts can be dangerous if done improperly. Not at the weight she was doing since it's just the bar, but still. Also girls squatting is super sexy and at this point I've had my hands pretty much on her this whole time and my mind was elsewhere.

As she was performing reps, I kept one hand on her lower back the whole time to ensure it was arched. The other hand was on her outer thigh, and feeling couragous I swept it to her hamstrings to give it a little squeeze while saying that this also works the hams, and then up to her butt and gave that a little squeeze and a tap as well. It was done in a silly manner, under the guise of a joke, and she laughed it off (whew!). But I said that squats really do work the glutes and if she wanted a nice toned butt then she should do squats, which got her attention. So after that incident, I left my hands off her for the second set, but put them back on her for the third.

Finally on the deadlift, since this was the last exercise I was going to show her I felt brave and pushed the boundry a little more. I wasn't getting any negative or creepy vibes from her, if anything it was almost sexually charged between us (but that may have been my imagination). She's usually very quick to say when something is bothering her or tell me how I'm being a creep or a jerk (in a lovingly cousin kind of way), and this whole time I haven't gotten any of that so I kept going at it. By the end of the lifts, I was massaging her entire thigh and butt area. I didn't touch her groin or go further, but I got pretty darn high up her inner thigh. And by this time it was more sensual touches than pointing out muscle groups. I still couldn't get myself to actually massage her muscles, that would have been too much, but I did let the finger tips trail here and there. At one point we made eye contact via the mirrors on her rep as my hand got unnervingly close to genital area, and at that point I bailed out and stopped touching her. It was the kind of look that she knew what I was up to. We were pretty much done at that point anyway so we stretched out and went back home.

I wasn't really sure what was going to happen between us, so I acted as if nothing out of the ordinary happened for the rest of the day and she seemed to do the same. Her flight was later that night and that was that. All this happened a few weeks ago and we hadn't mentioned the workout session since then, even though we have had small talk through texts since then. But a couple of days ago she says how much she enjoyed working out with me and wants to do it again next time she comes visit, and ended the text with a wink smiley face. So I'm not sure what's going to happen next time I see her.

Well that's that. If anything does happen, I can't promise that I'll say any more.

P.S. No, I will not be posting any pictures of her, even censored or blurred ones. There's no way I want any of you 1) masturbating to her, or 2) having even the slimmest chance of finding out who we are.

I immigrated from eastern Europe to Denmark. I was 25 at the time, and, since God gave me some of that Slav beauty, I got married within a year, got my papers, children, citizenship, whole nine yards.

My husband is this tall, handsome man, blonde and muscular, very kind and civilized - we never argued, and this year will be 16 years of our marriage.

But he is cold, all of them are. They do not know how to have fun, they all drink, but alone, in their homes, social life is next to non existent, and him as well as other of their men, even though usually handsome, and lean, lack some kind of masculinity.

He doesn't have a single hair on his body, I've never seen him angry, nor passionate about anything, including me.

That made me feel isolated, in a bubble of all things nice and correct, and that led me here, and to other online forums, since soon enough, sex without any traces of passion, felt stale and disappointing.

Only thing I live for, are my kids, and the summer, when we visit my folks, back home. He tries to fit in, with my friends, he can drink, but not in a smoke filled restaurant, so often, he would excuse himself, and go back to my parents house. Anything that makes other people visibly happy, it is like, it repels him.

I wanted to stray many times, but it only happened once, some ten years ago. On one such night, when cigarette smoke was too much for his fragile, little soul, my ex bf came into the restaurant. I ended up giving him head, in an alley. He was rude, and motherfucker deliberately came on my hair, just to piss me off.

But even that was better, than no reaction at all, since, I knew why he did it, he was envious of my new life, my family, my success, but the sad part is, he had nothing to be envious about.

This weekend, I will, once again, have a programmed sex with my husband, every Saturday, after we get wasted, probably at home, he will hump me, and fall straight asleep after he is done.

Last time I had some kind of non scripted sex, was back home, in that alley.

Daddy Don't Play That (Hard Limit 01: Passive Aggression & Ignoring)

This journal entry was written in response to a post and its subsequent discussions in in two FetLife groups. Posting it in full, here, because though most will attempt to say it isn't so, there's no denying for me that the DD/girl relationship is quite different from other D/s relationships and before you respond with the usual aphorisms, yes, indeed I know that every relationship is different.

It's my hope that this will spur a discussion that will help Dominant Daddies and their girls broaden their communications and deepen their understanding of each other. Selfishly, I hope, too, to strengthen my resolve to never expose myself so arbitrarily again.

Please forgive the heavy I/me/my's as I work through the pain and confusion of a difficult breakup. Feel free to internalize, as this really isn't a fishing expedition for sympathy or attention. Your thoughts about the subject of ignoring and trust are welcome, greatly anticipated and met with much gratitude. Either way, thank you for reading and thinking.

XOXOX,
Rain

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Post Mortem
That he would inexplicably ignore me-- sometimes for days at a time-- instead of communicating with me like a grown-ass man is the reason I broke it off with my Dom/DD. This happened five times over the course of our ten-month, 24/7 relationship. Each of the first four occurrences ending, in typical batterer fashion, with his heartfelt apology and the promise that he would never do it again, and eventually, in typical batterer fashion, of COURSE he did it again, becoming more petulant, pouty and sulky with each escalating occurrence.

Having communicated very clearly and articulately to him that my top two hard limits are dishonesty (including withholding the truth and not keeping promises) and passive aggression (including ignoring, pouting, sulking and disappearing) during our first conversation about whether or not we should enter into a relationship, and reiterating these limits every time he disappeared, it is clear to me now that he was pathologically incapable of honesty with himself or others, much less of controlling himself or communicating like an adult. And, obviously, he clearly did not really want to be in a relationship with me in spite of the sweet talk, promises and verbal assurances to the contrary.

Cause of Death
Ignoring is not "punishment," nor it is "correction," or even "dominance." It is passive aggression. Passive aggression works because there are no visual marks left in its wake, and especially for the plausible deniability it affords the cowards who wield it. It is the tactic of the lazy, the weak and the powerless. It is the tool of the malignant narcissist who is only ever concerned with how he appears, and is incapable of the empathy and self-reflection required to maintain a healthy, openly communicative, mutually beneficial relationship.

There is no possibility of an honest examination of one's own motivations and behavior (much less those of one's partner) in a relationship, or of working through to the other side of any obstacle when one of the partners involved is not communicating-- even if it's simply to hold the other's hand (or even temporarily change the subject or activity) while they collect their thoughts, calm down or reflect before carrying on.

Symptoms
The result of his abrupt and unexpected disappearances was that the following diminished incrementally for me over time and with frequency and length of disappearance:

* trust in him and in his word about EVERYthing;
* respect for his strength, manhood and masculinity;
* trust in his power, self-control and dominance;
* belief in his abilities and skills as my Dom/DD, as a professional in his field, and as an honorable man;
* trust in his intellectual and emotional stability;
* belief in his commitment and integrity;
* trust in his ability to think critically and to make informed decisions;
* my physical attraction to him and his sexual magnetism.

It should be mentioned here that I rationally and in no uncertain terms informed him of this erosion he was willfully creating, to the point of even foolishly asking for his help with my own reactions to it.

And, in spite of an innate recognition of my own value, my personal inner reactions as his sub/lg to his infantile disappearances were that I felt:

* unheard, unseen-- invisible with no voice;
* utterly abandoned, cheated and isolated;
* devalued-- unworthy of being loved, cherished or appreciated;
* disregarded, discarded and rejected;
* crazy, as if I'd imagined our powerful connection and his promises;
* unsteady and unable to determine where I stood or to gain secure footing;
* ashamed that I had been so taken with, manipulated by and had given myself so easily to someone of such low character and obvious mendacity;
* abused-- deliberately hurt, repeatedly betrayed and painfully beaten down.

Lessons Learned
All the while, it was actually he that was unworthy of the considerable trust, power and control I relinquished to him too early and unwisely.

The responsibility for this pain is mine for my prolonged, continued acceptance of his behavior and forgiveness of his less and less understandable betrayal and abuse, and of his less and less plausible lies.

Most men who call themselves, "Dominant," are really sad, sometimes sweet, often cruel, frightened, insecure little boys who are constantly seeking approval, attention and validation in all the wrong places.

These fauxdoms wouldn't recognize an authentic Good Girl if she came in a great white bag labeled in enormous red letters, "g-o-o-d g-i-r-l."

Afterlife
The upshot is that I will never again abuse myself by ignoring my own warning bells about the men in whom I choose to invest my time, energy, love, faith and power. These gifts, astonishingly, are enough to keep me warm and sustain me while I wait patiently for a worthy grown-ass man, should He come along. In the meantime, I'm going to keep on living my beautiful life being the me I keep growing into. Thank you, ex-daddy for teaching me patience, and to never settle for less than I truly deserve.

XOXOX,
Rain

The perfect match

When he saw him the first time in the court of the capital, he was fascinated by her: A slim, elegant woman, with long, well-groomed hair. She always wore feminine and elegant dresses, and despite the cold at this height, she always wore sandals, without stockings. Although she was a descendant of one of the country's traditional families, she led a modest life, had a small car and often went to the market to shop, dressed in jeans and a sweater, and always with modest sandals on her perfect feet. He was fascinated by her appearance and dreamed of her feet and what she would do with them if she were her hostage one day.
And when the cuartel ordered to kidnap her, because her work as a human rights lawyer disturbed the business too much, he took over and was part of the team that entered the room of the small hotel where she slept during their stays in the capital. She was very happy to see that even though it was very cold at night, she was sleeping naked. Once again he was fascinated by her beauty, her long arms and legs, with fine and elegant hands and feet. Her breasts weren't very big, rather small and they hung a little bit. She had big nipples that were obviously raised from the cold. She was chloroformed and tied, rolled into a rug, and taken to the tropics to an isolated house in the country. There it is his turn to take care of her.
Two months have already passed, and from the day of the kidnapping, she remains tied to her wrists and ankles with soft and wide ropes, he himself took care of tying her, he tightened the ropes carefully, so tight so that she always noticed her ties. Her head remains hidden under a red hood, they put a large ball gag her mouth, and her eyelids were closed with black tape. And she was permanently naked all the time. He has explained the situation well to her, all for her safety and to prevent problems with her body and its needs.
Her regularly checks her for binding problems. The ropes with which the wrists and ankles are tied for so long have already irritated the skin there, which is red and chafed. Every movement of her hands and feet should cause her some pain.

Every morning he wakes up naked next to her, they sleep side by side in a bed. Feeling her body firm and warm at night causes him a massive erection, which lasts for a long time. As he begins to gently caress and kiss the woman next to him, she awakens as well. She likes this treatment, she begins to tremble weakly all over her body and when he touches her private lips, she notices that they are very wet. He massages her bound hands, which are swollen and feel cold. His penis seems to explode after a while, and he kneels close to her bound feet and after sucking and licking her toes he rubs his member between them, until he comes.
Then they get up and he brings her to the bathroom. He puts her in the shower, standing her up, which is not easy because she has difficulty staying upright. After removing the hood, he moistens her with warm water and soaps her entire body, cleans and dries it thoroughly. He brings her into the kitchen where she is placed onto a chair, her arms dangling over the back. He takes a rope and ties her hands and feet together, like in a hogtie, to prevent her from moving. He tightens the strings as tightly as possible and she moans into her gag. Then he kisses and caresses her, later getting ready in the bathroom, he showers, dresses, and starts making breakfast. He sits down on the table next to her and removes her gag. She sighs and opens her mouth, he feeds her and gives her to drink, water and coffee. After putting the gag back on, and the hood over her head, he unties her from the chair and brings her back to the bathroom to evacuate. He cleans her private parts carefully, her lips are swollen and moist and when he touches her there she trembles again. She has raised and hardened nipples almost all the time despite the heat here and it is clear that the situation is very hot for her. But until now he has not penetrated her and he is not going to do so, he just has to look at her, tied like this, no more.
During the days, he puts you in hogtie. The first time, when he brought her tied hands tied to her feet, she began to moan rapidly, because her muscles were tightly tensed, something she was not used to. He was cautious, he left a lot of space between her hands and feet and after an hour he untied her. After moving her to another place, he realized that her sheet was wet and it was clear to him: She also likes to be tied in this way! From that day on, the time she had to spend in hogtie has increased hour by hour and her ankles and wrists were brought together closer and closer. Now it is possible for her to stay tied like this all day, from breakfast to dinner, when she unties him. The fingers of her tied hands can now touch her heels with ease. She supports the strong tension in her arms, legs and back for a long time and when she begins to moan, he caresses her and kisses her, gives her to drink and washes her warm body with warm water. So the hours pass, and finally he dedicates himself to her feet, which are swollen, pale and very cold: He gives them a massage and after sucking her fingers he licks them completely with dedication. It is not long until she reaches an orgasm, with strong contractions throughout her body, and he quickly unleashes her. When the strong tension that tortures her body disappears, she stretches her legs and arms with an intense sigh. He prepares her for the night, gives her to eat and drink again, dries the sweat that covers her body and gives her a complete massage, from the feet to the head. She relaxes, stretches and he lies down next to her, embracing her in his arms, they both fall asleep quickly.
She is his perfect match. But how long is their relationship going to last? Nobody knows....;

Why is there so much scat on this site lately? I thought this was a porn site. It there a way to isolate the categories, if not whats the point of them or tags?

I've love to self-isolate with her

We have to check in and out of our building with security at work, and there’s this cute young black girl who started working as a security guard a few months back. She is light-skinned and pretty and just a tiny little thing. I don’t have any pictures of her, but the one above is her “type”, to give you an idea. We have joked around with each other a bit over the last few weeks. She always calls me “Mister [my last name]”, and I call her “Miss [her first name]”. On Friday afternoons, I have been telling her about how I’m so ready to go get a beer. “Where’s my beer?” she asks me. When it happened again last Friday, I said that we should go get one together. She told me that she is only 18 and not old enough to go to the bar. I felt bad and figured I’d be nice, so I went down the street to buy her a 6-pack. I brought it back and told her to put it in her purse for later. She laughed and thanked me, and I told her to let me know if she needed any help drinking them. That sounded fun, she said. For the hell of it, I asked her when she was getting off work. She said was getting off work soon, and I told her that I would just wait in my car in the parking lot while I finished up on some emails.

I honestly wasn’t hitting on her or anything. I just wanted someone to go have a beer with before I went home to the wife and kids. When she finally came out, I told her to get in my SUV and we drove to a nearby park. We walked from the parking lot to a secluded bench by the lake there and sat down next to each other. We both opened a beer and we shot the shit before she eventually started telling me about her life. She still lived with her mom, and there was no dad or boyfriend in the picture. She didn’t have many friends, and no real close ones. She had moved around a lot as a kid while going to mostly white schools, and it was always hard for her to meet new people. She told me that she is afraid to get close to people because either she leaves or they do. She said that she had been feeling isolated and lonely during all this COVID stuff, and that she had no idea what to do with her life. Most of her high school classmates had gone onto college and she just felt left behind. It was all pretty raw, and while I felt dirty about it, her vulnerability and overall awkwardness was starting to turn me on.


I changed the subject by telling her that she was pretty and that I was sure that the boys all liked her. She said she’d never even been on a date before. I was incredulous, and started asking her more questions about her sex life. She had only kissed a few boys before and nothing came of it. I asked her in a teasing way if she was still a virgin, and to my shock, she said that she was. I told her it was fine to be a late bloomer but joked that she must be burning through the vibrators. She said that she had never even used one before. We laughed a bit and I joked about how all these young guys were sleeping on the job. I told her I would be all over her if I were her age, and that you’d need a crowbar to get me off of her. She giggled and there was an awkward silence.


I noticed that we were both out of beer and so I opened another one foreach of us. I started telling her a little about my life, but nothing too intense. Just a few funny stories from my past to lighten the mood. She laughed and told me that I was crazy. We eventually finished our beers and it felt like things were wrapping up a bit. I told her she was a beautiful young woman and that all those young men out there were fools for not seeing that. She thanked me and there was more awkward silence.

I stood up from the bench and pulled her up by the hand. I went to give her a hug and she just fell into me with one hand on my chest. I wasn’t expecting it at all, but sparks were clearly flying between us. We just stood there holding each other without saying a word for the next few minutes. I put my hand on her face and she looked up at me. I kissed her softly for about 15 seconds and then stopped. We looked at each other without saying anything. My cock stiffened up and I am absolutely sure that she could feel it pressing into her stomach. It was such a hot moment and we were both breathless and unsure what do do next. An older married white man and a lonely young black teenager half his size. Even when flirting with her, this had never even dawned on me as an actual possibility.

I told her to come with me and took her by the hand. We grabbed the other two beers and walked back to the parking lot together. No one else was around. I put the rear seats down and we laid down in the back of my SUV together on top of a blanket and just cuddled each other for a bit in the dark. I soon started to move my hands all over her to feel her young body. She was nervous but didn’t stop me. It felt like I was back in high school. I couldn’t believe it was happening. We kissed some more and I eventually started taking our clothes off. Once I got her naked I was blown away. It had been so long since I had been with a young woman. She had a super tight body and it was sensitive to my every touch. Skinny and petite with a bubble butt and perky tits. She had tight abs and you could see her hip bones sticking out.

I started to suck on her rock hard nipples while she moaned and then asked her if anyone had ever licked her pussy before. She said no, and I slid down and started kissing her stomach and inner thighs. Her body trembled with each kiss. I then sucked on her clit for several minutes. Her young pussy was shaved and she was soaking wet. It tasted so good and fresh. She eventually shuddered and I knew that she had cum for me. I asked her if it felt good and she said that it had. I moved up to rub my cock on her clit and she shuddered again while I did. I just kept sliding my cock up and down on her clit and eventually, the tip of my cock slipped into her pussy. She didn’t say a word and I just kept putting it slowly in and out. I asked her if it felt good and she nodded. 



As an older married man, it felt wrong on several levels. I knew that I was exploiting a vulnerable teenager’s innocence for my sexual pleasure but I just didn’t care. At least she was 18. I thought of stopping for a minute but there was just no way that was going to happen, even without a condom available. She was so tight and fresh, and I was too turned on. I’m pretty thick and didn’t think I would fit inside of her tiny body. I slid into her slowly. It would only go half way in and I just kept sliding it in and out. I started going a little harder and she winced a bit. I told her she was doing ok and that I would try not to hurt her. Eventually, I broke through her hymen and was able to slide all the way inside of her. It was so hot all the way inside of her and I could feel her blood leaking out onto me. I asked her if she was ok and while she was clearly in some pain, she nodded. I kissed her passionately and she wrapped her arms around my back and held me tightly. I kept going slow and it was sensuous. She was gasping for breaths and letting out little whimpers right into my ear. I had never taken a woman’s virginity before. I was so tempted to just hammer her roughly, but I honestly just didn’t want to hurt her and felt like her first time shouldn’t be like that. I told her she was beautiful and just tried to make it nice for her somehow.

She was shaking beneath me and grabbed at me while I continued to fuck her gently. I have never been inside a woman that was anywhere near as tight. It was like her pussy was grabbing at me, and I could practically feel her heartbeat on my cock. With each thrust, I had to push and pull just to get in and out of her. I tried to last as long as I could, but I was so worked up after a while that I just blew inside of her as hard as I have ever cum before. I fell on top of her and we kissed for a minute. I tried to slide my cock out of her and it had gotten so tight it was like her pussy didn’t want to let go of me.

We got dressed and went to the restroom in the park. While I was wiping her blood off of my cock in one of the stalls, it started to dawn on me what I had done. I had just just blown one of the biggest loads of my life inside of a confused teenager less than half my age while taking her virginity. That was a problem. I started to panic a little and couldn’t believe how stupid I was. It could easily wreck my marriage and even my job if I impregnated her. When she got back to the SUV, I asked her if she was on any birth control, and she said that she was not. I immediately drove her to the pharmacy to pick up some Plan B. I made her take it right in front of me in the parking lot just to be sure, then dropped her off just down the street from her house. I kissed her goodnight and told her she was beautiful again as she walked off.

I thought about her all weekend. What had just happened? Was it a one-time thing? And if not, what was it exactly? When I saw her at work on Monday, a few of us were checking in at the same time. I could tell right away that she was nervous. So was I, and I could feel the butterflies in my chest. I let the others check in first, and once it was just us alone, I told her I just wanted her to know that I really enjoyed seeing her the other night and getting to know her better. She was shy but smiled at me. I told her that I would love to spend more time with her sometime and she said, “I’d like that.” I could tell right then that she was probably already falling pretty hard for me. She could barely even make eye contact. That feels a bit weird and surreal as a married older white man more than twice her age, but I guess I was her first, after all. I asked her if she would let me take her out to dinner on Friday night, and she smiled and nodded. I asked her if she had a dress to wear. She said that she did. I told her to bring it to work with her, and that she could go change before we went out for an early dinner.

I booked us an early reservation for tomorrow night at nice restaurant that is in a fancy hotel near work. What I didn’t tell her is that I have also reserved us a nice room upstairs for afterwards. I made up some story for my wife about having to cover for a coworker out of town at some function on Saturday morning and am ready to stay the night. I’ll have some champagne and wine and some sex toys ready for us, and plan on taking a handful of viagra and expanding her sexual horizons all night long if she will let me. I think she is probably already starting to develop strong feelings for me as she undergoes this awakening about sex and love. I’m not dumb enough to think it can go anywhere beyond a fling, but I really do like her. She’s such a sweet kid and it is already some of the hottest sex I have ever had. I feel like I’m just going to ride it out and help to teach her about what sex and love are all about before turning her over to whomever life has next for her. I think it will be good for the both of us, and am grateful for the opportunity to cherish her for however long it lasts. In the meantime, she’s basically a blank canvas that I think I am going to be able to do anything I want with. We will work up to the kinky and rougher stuff soon enough but I don’t expect that to be a problem. If all goes well, she’ll be submissive putty in my hands to teach and mold as I please.

I can't wait for tomorrow.

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.

when i was 22 i was on holidays in spain
and got to know a group of spanish friends, who lived in the city i was in.

one night there where festivities going on and some local bands played outside.
we all went there, and i got a little bit tipsy.
i started talking with this dark gorgeous looking older man (late forties)
i was going back home in 2 days and this man suggested he wanted to take out the next evening.
i was super excited, cause i could understand his intentions , and i always had a fetish for an older man.
we made plans, and my friends catched up on me,
and one of the girls said '' hi dad '' to him..
i couldnt fucking believe it..
we both kept a straight face. the other friends started talking to him as well,
so i realized he was a very social man, and no one seem to find it strange that we were talking..

the next day he picked me up, a little bit outside the center. and we drove to the beach (only 10 min)
we went for a drink on a bar at the beach (i had a martini)
and after we went outside to sit closer to the water,
we found a pretty isolated spot, and at the moment we sat down
some fireworks started to go off, (i realize, writing this, that the fireworks are too much, and could make my story more incredible, but im telling it like it is. all true )
i love fireworks, and i turned my head, back to him
to say ''oh i love fireworks''...
but as i turn my head, he reaches closer and kisses me.
it soon went from kissing to touching, but - to remind u
we were sitting on sand, no towel or blanket with us.
maybe it sounds romantic, but i dont see how a fuck on the beach is achievable without getting sand inside u.
so we sticked to handjobs, and oral jobs :)
after an hour (it was around 3 at night) he dropped me of close at the hotel, and i snuck in.
i shared a room with my sister who was asleep.

next morning we left.
we have no contact now. but i have his daughter on fb ;)

I confess that I have ridiculously sick sexual fantasies all the time. I act perfectly normal in real life but sometimes I'll just lie in bed and imagine the most fucked up sexual scenarios until my cock gets rock hard and I stroke myself to completion. It's pretty isolating knowing that if I really revealed myself to a person they would instantly be repulsed by the things I think about. It's not even that they'r my main fetishes. I just wonder what it would be like to try them out. Anyone else in the same boat?

I confess that I want to get revenge on my bitch ex-wife who still talks to my family and tells them lies about me, and has isolated me from my family.

This isn't the usual post you might expect to see here at Motherless. Many of you have asked about what it's like living with all the medical issues I have. I posted this on fb as a response to some misguided remarks I heard that reminded me of Mr. Ryan's comment on Twitter. I don't know if it will help anyone understand but I can't keep hiding just because I don't want to bee seen as weak. How can I expect anyone to understand what me and some of your friends and loved ones may go through, if I don't speak out. Knowledge is power and through knowledge comes understanding ...

Not sure how many of you have heard of Dave Ryan of 101.3 KDWB, but back in 2009 he has posted on his twitter account: "Also, those who claim they have fibromylagia. People who should be shot: those who walk sloooooowly off the plane 7 minutes behind the last person in front of them." While he did post an apology about it, the damage had still been done.

Why bring it up after all this time? I wanted to show an example of the ignorance and unkindness people that live with chronic illness deal with on an everyday basis, even from doctors and the people who love us. Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and many others, are confirmed medical conditions. It's not in our head. We are not lazy or being selfish by holding you up when you are in line.

We. Are. In. Pain. Every day. Every minute. Pain. With it can come nausea, muscle weakness, tremors, neuropathy, migraines and a list longer than I have the strength to type. The simplest tasks to us are like a full days work for you. My own family that lives with me is only just now starting to truly understand and they've lived it with me for 20+ years. So how can I possibly hope to be able to help you understand what it's like to live with this every day, when you have no comprehension of how bad it can get.

Imagine the worst case of flu you've ever had, the nausea, the fevers, the body aches. Now think of your worst cold, the stuffed nose, the painful sinuses, the sore throat. What about the worst headache you've ever had, remember that? Imagine the coldest you've ever been, so cold you can't feel your hands anymore and the pain as the blood started coming back into them. How about the times your arm or leg has fallen asleep and the painful stinging that comes as it wakes back up. Ever had a pulled muscle, back ache, torn ligament? Fun wasn't it? And don't forget that bad toothache you had or worse yet, a root canal. Doesn't that sound like a nice way to spend a day?

Now, take ALL of those and add them together. Then multiply that by a factor of 5. That is what it can be like. And that's not even a bad day or even most of the 63 symptoms that just Fibromyalgia can present. It takes someone with fibromyalgia 5 times MORE energy to do most things than it does someone else. We look fine many days, but we are not. And we live with it every single day.

The past two days are a good example. Yesterday I hurt but nothing unusual about that, at least I was still able to move around the house enough to spend a bit of time with my family and had enough strength to handle a knife on my own and make my own dinner. Was nice being able to open a jar without help. To be able to lift a plate by myself and not ask for help. Being able to sit in the recliner and pull the lever up by myself.

Today ... well today is different. I couldn't make dinner even if I wanted to. But nausea and weakness have decided to visit and it's all I could do just to get an Ensure shake down at lunch. Muscle weakness is bad so I had to ask for help. My son made dinner for me while I shuffled slowly to the living room to sit down before the tremors got so bad I fall.

Then it was time to tackle dinner, a toasted cheese sandwich, something easy to eat and fairly easy on the stomach. Ever tried to force yourself to eat when you feel like puking? Fun, ain't it? I got through that and am now exhausted. How can you relate, when something so simple as eating can wipe you out for the rest of the day? Writing this post has taken me an hour and a half, just because I'm having to fight my own body to get my hands to function.

This is the kind of stuff we hide from you. Not because we don't care, but because it takes too much energy, energy we need just to survive, to try to correct your well intentioned but misquided ignorance. When you dismiss our disease, you dismiss us. More than relief from the pain and all the other things we deal with, what we want most is understanding and acceptance.

There is no cure. I will have this for the rest of my life. If I have to live this way, at the very least, I'd like people to see past the disease and see me.

Be patient with us, we are giving everything we can and many times more, just to try to attempt to be part of the world we once lived in, so carefree and oblivious to just how fucking lucky we were.

To the Dave Ryans in the world, do your research before you make assumptions about something you know nothing about. I pray you never have to live life like this.

#a hope for understanding

Thank you for listening and may you be blessed with a long, healthy and happy life :)

On a side note: I had to add this vid. Despite being diagnosed over 2 years ago, I hadn't met anyone who dealt with the issues I am. Then I found this video ... and bawled for an hour. Why? Because I know now I'm not alone. I'm not the only one who fights each day just to survive to see another. Yet another thing we don't talk about with you. How isolating these diseases are. And yes, I'm sorry to say this, but the ignorant comments that people make just make us feel that much more alone.

Thanks again for listening. Blessings upon you and yours.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buqt16KSucM

This isn't really a confession, but i'm saying this here because people tend to be more honest in this place, and i'll be damned if i post something on Facebook only to get no response for all the trouble.
"You're drifting out of touch, Doc". And i really am. Since i have a problem with how this world works, i am rebelling against the way of life everyone claims is normal. Some of you might be familiar with how social isolation works. How awkward communication is a slippery slope. I was a slow starter, always. I missed on many things teenagers normally do. I never partied, never got a girlfriend, never experienced first kiss, never had a room of my own to stick those posters and invite friends for a sleep over. By the time i got in my twenties, i wasn't prepared for that revelation everyone's hit after puberty. You work, or you die. You compete, or you fail. You allow the necessity to plan your whole life that was so careless moments ago. You abandon all your all bonds, because what are odds that your best friend will find time to hang out with you, when he's not working, resting, or going out with his girlfriend.
When you question the point of all this, everyone thinks you are crazy. Because, how else are you going to live? Look at all those possibilities the world offers you, but in the end, there's only one way to survive, and WE made it that way.

It might look that i have no communication problems, but this is only online. I have nothing to discuss with people where i live, and they make no effort in dragging me into conversation. As i sit here all alone, i can feel my mind losing its edge, the zest for life just seeping out of me. The worst part - i desire a family of my own. But i can't even imagine having one, a depressed, lazy mess that i am. Everything i'd do would be out of selfish reasons, the same as my father made me.

I’m nervous about seeing this, but I must admit after holding it in for so long. I have a burning fantasy of older men abducting me, taking me to a isolated place, ripping off my clothes, pulling my hair, smacking me, calling me, dirty names, holding me down, and raping me as I’m helpless. I fantasize of my throat being used and my legs being tied wide defense list to stop anyone willing to rape me.  Just my word fantasy. I want it to come true one day?

Anyone else think Trump is either: 1. Faking testing positive so be can get the sympathy vote and also so he can have something else to blame when he loses or 2. A twat if he does have it he should not be moving about so much, it is just demonstrating to his mind numbingly stupid followers that they don't need to isolate if positive. Weird how A. White house doesn't disclose his test history in more detail and B. how he looks so well despite apparently being given meds that are reserved for severe illness and that even have the potential to worsen the disease course early on in mild illness (I.e. medication with immunosuppresant properties). Something does not add up here.

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I'm a 28y/o male & I confess I like parking my truck in an isolated area by by middle schools and parks that kids walk past. Then getting nude and when girls walk by say hi to get there attention. When they look I'm hard and jerking off! It's a rush knowing that my dick is the 1st dick a lot of these girls have seen in person! Quite a few will stop and watch for a few seconds. I never try and grab them or anything. I just want them to see me nude. The best ones are where there's 2 girls. Not enough to have a group freak out and big enough that they don't want the other girl thinking they are a nerd. I love peer pressure! LOL Only had a girl ask to touch it once. Most will say cool, or ignore me. The ones that don't say anything are usually the one's who watch. Quite a few times the girls will double back to look again, and some even flash back, mostly just bra though! Does anyone get off on stuff like this? ZIPPYZIPPY

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You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You and the stranger both like BDSM, and cum.

Stranger: m

You: f here

Stranger: sub or dom?

You: im a sub

You: and a sex slave ;)

Stranger: i'd love to feed you my cum

You: mmmm :) yummy

You: treat me like a dog

You: put a leash on me, throw me in a cage. make me eat cum from a dish

Stranger: yeah, lap my cum up you dirty slut

You: yes owner, with pleasure

You: -laps up your cum like im ordered to*

Stranger: how does it tastes, bitch?

You: i love the taste. very thick it coats my throat

Stranger: crawl over to me

You: yes owner.

You: -crawls out of my cage to your feet-

Stranger: start to wash my balls, with your tongue

You: -leans up to you and lciks your balls with my tounge. gently at first then all
over making sure your balls are nice and clean

Stranger: mmm, yes, face down, ass up bitch

You: yes owner.

You: -lays my face down on the floor and raises my ass for you

Stranger: lick the floor

You: -drags my tounge across the floor in long drawn out strokes-

Stranger: -i lube up your asshole and slide my cock in-

You: i moan in pleasure taking your huge cock inside my ass while i tounge bathe the floor

Stranger: bark bitch

You: rufff ruff

You: -starts panting-

Stranger: -I thrust in and out-

You: i arch with every thrust and lick the filthy floor inbetween moans and barks

Stranger: -I pull my cock out, walk over to the cabinet and get a can of dog food.
I empty it into a bowl- jerk me off into your food bitch

You: yes owner-

You: i hold the bowl up to your cock and take your cock in my mouth cleaning you off.
then using my hand i stroke you fast until you shoot a huge hot load of cum onto the pile of

You: doggy food

Stranger: now beg for your food, bitch

You: ruff ruff, -pants fast for you- hops up and down

Stranger: good girl-I set down the food- now eat like a good doggy

You: thank you so much owner :)

You: -stirs the food and cum with my tounge

You: mm master its a little too dry, do you have any other liquids you can put on this food for your pet

Stranger: only if you're a good doggy - I grab the bowl and piss in it,
mixing it with the food and cum- now present your pussy while you eat

You: oooh thank you master :)

You: -i sit on my ass with my legs spread so you can see my pussy and i slowly lap up the food,
piss and cum in my mouth. swooshing it around it my mouth

You: i tilt the bowl to the side to isolate some piss and cum and slurp it up.
smashing my face in it making it very dirty

You: i grab a hand full of food and rub it on my pussy then eat it all up

Stranger: - I slide my cock into your dirty pussy and start to thrust- mmm, cum for me bitch

You: mmm yes owner ;)

You: -i cover my face with the remaining urine and try to finger some into my ass so i can lick it up after
i push it out while getting pounded by your dick

You: i rub my clit as you fuck me getting closer to squirting on your dick

Stranger: yes bitch squirt on my cock

You: swallowing the last bit of dog food i flick my clit just right cumming all over your dick

Stranger: i pull out, flipping you over and stuffing your ass once again

You: mmm i moan as you enter and i lick up my own cum from the filthy floor once again

Stranger: i blow a massive load into your tight asshole

You: i arch and take all the cum in my ass

You: what would you like me to eat now owner :)

Stranger: clean my asshole, slut

You: yes owner :)

You: -i hold the cum in my own asshole as i begin to lick around your hole, cleaning the sides
throughly and licking your hole and flicking the inside of your asshole. swallowing a mouth full of juices

Stranger: jerk my cock while you work bitch

You: sure thing owner :)

You: i slowly stroke your cok while i tounge your asshole clean and lick the sides free of anything that may be there

Stranger: finger it slut

You: i slide a finger inside your ass and feel around, feeling the tip of a piece of shit i slide
my finger out and suck my finger clean, then re insert it

Stranger: milk my prostate into your slutty mouth

You: yes baby :)

You: i put my lips to the rim of your asshole and slide my tounge in wiggle it around and start
sucking on the hole gently then harder, with my tounge i can feel the shit getting closer to exiting
you and going into my mouth

You: would you like me to fully clean out your ass owner?

I really want to rape a girl and am willing to make a roadtrip. Post me some details on a girl you really want raped, but only if you're serious. If you can isolate her for me, that's even better.