Can anyone post or lead me to the ABC's of death videos. I am tryign to find L is for libido.

I confess I found a friend's sex toy stash. We keep an eye on each other's places. I had found one or two before hidden by her bed and this time they were missing but there was a big box on her and her boyfriend's shared dresser. Looking inside I see SO much kinky shit. Bondage ropes and chains and soft cuffs, anal beads, clit massagers, and at least three dildos. I don't know if she always owned these and just organized them together or if she's got a crazy libido lately and has been trying out sex toys. Either way, the mental image of my friend getting bound and stuffed with all those toys is going to be featuring very prominently in my mind for the next week I'm sure.

I am 57 and my libido is as great as it has ever been, but I only get hard if a woman is actually playing with my penis. I take viagra most days so my wife won't realize that my hard erections are rare anymore.

I got divorced almost three years ago. I am a female, in my late 30s, and I have been married for 15 years, so I married young.

He was my first, if you dont count a few innocent hs pettings, and our sex life was pretty non existent, for the last few years of marriage. I have relived myself, many times, and eventually got sucked into the world of erotic forums, porn sites etc.

After we split up, my libido just jumped through the roof, and my online addiction sky rocketed. I wanted sex so badly, I have caught myself having these indecent thoughts about men around me, at work, at the supermarket etc.

Why didnt I do anything?

I am affraid. I have had sex with only one man in my life, and I guess I was insecure, so I stayed locked inside this cage I have built for myself.

Through all this, I started chatting with this man, some ten years younger than me, via this erotic forum. It became a form of hotting, with words at starters. Then I sent him some photos of me, without face and clothed, he sent me his, and he is a handsome, handsome man, so handsome, that I have wondered what such a good looking man is doing sexting a woman like me.

It evolved, i sent him some bikini photos, than partial nudes, and full nudes at the end, and eventually we saw each other on cam.

It was so sexy. He was raining down on me with compliments, throughout all of this, how beautifull I am, how hot I am, and such things are nice to hear. LIttle digression - I know I look good, and my looks werent the obstacle for me to find someone to have sex with - it was the other issues, I discussed earlier.

So we continued with this for more than 6 months, and it was hot, so intense. He was so good at describing things, it was like living through an audio version of the best erotic story ever written. Him, talking, made me climax every time, but looking at him through the camera didnt hurt either.

And he was obsessed with my behind, always asking for me to show it, and if I did, he would climax almost immediately. He would always tell me how he wants me from behind, or in a reverse cowgirl etc, and it got me appreciating that part of my body, and I did become aware that it does look good for a woman of my shape and size.

Long story short, after almost half of year of this, one day he sends me a message that he is coming to my country on business (we both live in Europe - different countries), and that he will be in such and such hotel, room number ..., and gives me his telephone number, for me to call him, so we could go out for dinner and, who knows.

I decided not to go, not to call him, it was all fun, but one thing is a fantasy through the weil of some anonymity, and this would be something completely different.

I was fighting myself on this one, I wanted to go, but I was scared, really scared that I will ruin it, by meeting him. You have got to understand, this was a kind of a relationship for me, something I was looking forward, seeing him online.

He was staying there for three nights. On the second night, I called him at 1 a.m. My voice was... I was scared. Asked him if I can come over to his room.

An hour later, I was there, in leather pants (god, what was I thinking), and a bottle of wine. We started going at each other immediately, we were both so desperate. He ripped my blouse off of me, and went for my breast right away. I was on fire, ready to go, like I have had hours of fore play.

And as we started to undress, I remembered his fixation, so as he was laying on his back, I got on top of him, kissed him, then turned the other way. I have never had sex in this position, so I was a bit scared, but ready to go. He had a condom on... And he came after no more than 20 seconds.

My dissapointment was inmesurable. He did try to get me off, afterwards, but wasnt good at it, so I faked it. I excused myself, and lied to him that I will see him again tomorrow, and told him it was good, it was all I was hoping for.

Never saw him again, not in real life, nor online. But this awkward experience was an eye opener of sorts. What was I affraid of?

Two weeks later, I met a man of my age, also divorced, like me, and I am having the best sex of my life.

I think this whole experience helped me understand a few things about myself. And one thing is for sure, I lost years of my life, living of sexual scraps, from my husband, later on, from online erotica, but nothing beats the real thing, when it is done right.

Accessible orgy a go for disabled 32

Mike Strobel BY MIKE STROBEL, TORONTO SUN
FIRST POSTED: WEDNESDAY, JUNE 03, 2015 08:03 PM EDT UPDATED: WEDNESDAY, JUNE 03, 2015 10:06 PM EDT
Stella Palikarova

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TORONTO - A major barrier is about to fall for Toronto’s disabled.

The city’s first ever accessible orgy is set for this summer.

Yes, you read that right. An accessible orgy. Just in time for the Parapan Am Games and, no, it’s not a demonstration sport.

“The Berlin wall of sex for people with disabilities is coming down!” organizer Stella Palikarova tells me down the line from Ottawa.

She is there to present a paper to the Canadian Sociological Association, on Experiences of Dating and Sexuality among Heterosexual Females with Congenital Mobility Disabilities.

So, you can see, this orgy is no sleazy fly-by-night racket.

Palikarova, 35, a disability awareness consultant, dreamed up the idea, which may even be a world first.

She is in a wheelchair because of spinal muscular atrophy but nothing is wrong with her libido.

She’s tired of people assuming there is.

And she’s tired of bumping into barriers everywhere, in homes, in offices, in stores, in the street ... in sex clubs.”

Sexuality and accessibility. Two sore points for the disabled. What to do, what to do ...

Aha, said Stella. An accessible orgy answers both.

http://www.torontosun.com/2015/06/03/accessible-orgy-a-go-for-disabled

I had sex with my ex, after I got married.

We weren't together for a long time, and, heck, I am not even sure he saw us as "being together", but more of a hook up scheme.

I liked him a lot, but a lot. He had a gf at the time, but I was so drawn to him, that I used my cousin, who he knew, to drop him hints how I am interested in him. As soon as he broke up with her, he spared no time, and was all over me, inviting me to go out.

We had sex on the first date, and I guess, since I was young and naive, that I was being opened, modern, hip girl, but I guess he read that as if I am easy, and our "relationship" was nothing more than occasional dates with hook ups afterwards, until he hit on my cousin (the one I used as a hint spreader). She declined him, so I broke it off, realizing what I was for him, what probably any woman is to him.

Many years have passed since then, I never got that crazy "in love", or had such a big crush on anyone after him. I reasoned that I have just "grown up", matured in a way. So I got married, to a nice guy, and life kept going. My marriage was, and still is good, regarding many things, but our sex life was never anything special, and I knew that when marrying him. Some men, just, do not have a high libido, and that was obvious even when we were dating, but again, I have "grown", and realized, that sex isn't everything.

It isn't, but it matters. So, when I came to a conclusion that I am on my own, regarding this, I started playing with myself, doing naughty things, visiting places like this one, all in an effort not to give in, and do something stupid, just for sex.

I didn't think of him, when being playful with myself, but I did think of the kind of sex we had, passionate, raw, spontaneous. So, when I saw his name on the list of invites, to a work event I was hosting, coming in from out of town, I felt nervousness in my stomach.

Casually, like I didn't mean it, I went on a coffee with my cousin, and asked her if she knows anything about him. She blushed, and confessed, since so much time has passed, that after we broke up, she did, in the end, have an affair with him, but lost contact afterwards. She heard that he got married, and that is it.

I applauded myself, how I have, maturely decided back then, pushing away a fuck boy, adamant to present myself in the best way possible, so he will be jealous, when he sees me.

Only, it was the other way around. Twenty years later, he was still radiating charm, all around. When he saw me, across the room, he just nodded, and turned his head. I was fuming!!!

So I came to him, eager to impress, only to end up in his room, on my back.

The next morning, I felt like the stupidest woman that ever lived, and the worst feeling of all was, how great it felt that night. Thankful for him not cumming inside me, since, if he wanted, or even if he asked me, I would say yes, yes to everything.

Some time has passed since then, he never tried to reach out to me, again, my fears of ruining my marriage with this have passed, only thing that's left is a remorse, better yet, two lines of it.

I regret cheating on my husband, and the other is, that I am sad that, I will never have such great sex, again.

But, I keep saying to myself, sex isn't everything.

I confess, that masturbation is ruining my sex life.
i've recently turned 30 and i suppose my libido has begun to slow down. just today, i had a wank in the morning. and later without warning my girlfriend calls me telling me she's dropping by in a few hours.
now me at 20, i could have wanked a half a dozen times before noon and still managed to keep it hard and ready for some pussy. but today i could barely give her half an effort. i find i only have "great sex" when i have gone at least 3 or 4 days without a fuck or a wank.
it could also be that it takes me so long to blow a load while wanking, that sometimes my dick is raw and sore by the time i'm done, and then it needs a day or two to "heal up".

I must confess. I just came back from a cruise vacation and I've never seen so many sexy young ladies prancing around in skimpy bathing suits. I must have jerked off at least once a day just so I wouldn't be walking around with a hard on. Ladies, do you realize what you do to us dirty old men, at least the younger guys have a shot at you lovelies. I'd like to hear from other cruisers, how do you handle this. Also, you ladies, are you aware of what you're doing to us old guys libidos?

This confession revolves around fantasy, and it ain't nothing major, nor really spicy, but it is mine.

We are friends with a couple, they are around ten years younger than us, us being 51, both, and them being 41, and 40.

We are friends for over a decade, we go out together, boys go to football together, and we even vacationed as a group, many times. I didn't have any sexual thoughts regarding them, until we were at the seaside together, some five years back, when I noticed him, kind of checking me out, from time to time, on the beach. That was the spark.

I remember, that night, I tried to initiate sex with my husband, but he was too tired, and I was left to myself, and I had a long bath, with naughty thoughts about him.

Our sex life, at the time was, pretty poor, so this thing became kind of a burden on my libido. I secretly bought toys, started roaming through the internet, and it came to the point in which, it drove me completely crazy.

I had insane ideas, that sounded really good, while being horny, and quite terrible, once the thrill was gone.

I was at kind of an intersection of my life, unhappy, with hormones running wild (yes, I blame the hormones for the most of this), and I had to do something.

So, I revamped the sex life in our marriage. It is shameful, that at first, I just wanted to, so I could imagine him, while having sex with my husband. For example, I never liked doggy position, since I felt it is not sensual enough, but at this point, it was perfect for my fantasy, since I could just close my eyes and be with someone exciting.

One thing I didn't know was, that my husband loved doggy, but since I evaded it, he was super excited when we started doing it. Same goes for oral, and similar stuff, and once we started going, nothing could stop us.

I fell back in love with him, since, after being freed from the restrains I have made him, without even knowing it, he became a man I once knew, masculine, dominant, alpha...

And that is it - sometimes, craving something you can't have, can produce a silver lining to it. This fantasy, I believe, saved our marriage.

I need to share this because i can't think straight anymore. I confess, i am not a proper single mommy with only her kid on her mind. I've been lusting for 2 weeks now. Finally, after a long while of being celibate i found someone i want to explode with. I waited this long because i wanted it to be very special. I tried my best to stay strong but i can not anymore, i need human interaction. I will rape if i can't have what i want. I don't just want to be fucked, i want to fuck someone so bad they will faint. I want to faint too. I want damn violent nasty sex in all holes. Last guy fainted, but he turned a creepy guy after that wouldn't leave me alone. And the prick he begged for mercy, don't do that, fight me! It killed my libido. I hate desperate men.
But this time it will be better. I met this shy guy online and we haven't met in rl yet, but i know it'll be so good. Last few days have been hell, my pussy keeps leaking so bad i have to wear thick pantyliners, it's embarrassing. I can't wait to finally have a cock inside me again. I am aching for it so bad it actually hurts. I tried to pacify myself with toys, but it's just not good enough, i want a warm throbbing sword to cure my itch. I need it. I want to hold a hairy ass and thrust it into my loins. This guy told me he's in a mental facility, it turns me on even more, i hope he's a complete freakshow. I know that's bad, but i can't help it. I asked him to tell me more about himself, i fingered myself as i saw his texts trying to conceal he is a freak too. He will be in for a suprise alright. This tormenting arousal has turned me savage. I want him to strangle me, hurt me, rape my ass and have me suck wherever he pleases. I want to climb him like a mountain and grasp for air. I will ride him slowly, tease him with my tongue untill he bursts into insanity too and ravishes me like an animal. Oh god i want beastly sex. He's hot, seriously the man of my dreams. A little bit chubby with a belly button i would fuck if i had a penis, stubbled face nearly a beard, dark bodyhair, not tanned just natural, works on a farm, likes to get his hands dirty, he poses with a sigarette dangling from his lips... Just a good old fashioned manly man. I've never been that into anal but my rectum feels like prolapsing from wanting him inside me now. I hope he has dangling balls to choke me with. I want him to grab my hair and push my face in his furry groin. It will be 10 more days before we finally meet, he wants to know me better first... I'm playing along, acting coy, but damn he better not be hesitating too long or i will take my twitchy wet squishy cunt elsewhere. What is with men these days? Acting all timid when a girl gets straight to the point. I'm even traveling across the country to be fucked by him. I suggested a hotel, because i don't want his neighbours to gawk at him after i'm through with him. There will be a tub, i hope he tries to drown me and i want to swim in his cum. I want him so bad i'm going crazy. I'm not thinking of romance or a relationship, i just want a man that turns me desperate to touch again. A good man that will make me hunt him for more.

Some time ago, I met a guy online through sheer chance on Omegle, and we hit it off. We lived far apart (different countries, I in the US, he in Canada) but we still talked lots and grew together.
Recently I had the opportunity to stay in Canada for a while, so I chose his hometown. Needless to say, we hooked up, majorly.

That first night, our first date, I went from a champion virgin to 3rd base in the space of a couple hours. He couldn't get me off - I'm just lacking the libido and sensitivity, I guess - but we took turns sucking each other and exploring bodies, then settled in for the night.
The next morning, I sucked him again, but this time I was determined to make him cum. He eventually finished himself off with the help of my mouth on his balls, but I'm glad to say as soon as I saw his first drop of cum I immediately starting sucking out the rest right into my mouth. I suckled him and fondled his balls while he came until my mouth felt full of cum and drool. I moved up him and shared his cum with him in the most passionate kiss yet.
Showered, played with his ass, fingered a bit. I was afraid I was going too fast, so to speak, but man, he's sexy-fine with the most beautiful ass, I just couldn't help myself.

Just last night we finally had another real date - schedules and work kept us apart - and it was awesome. Cut to the bed again where we're teasing each other and stroking and just getting naughty, then we went to sleep.
We woke up and started messing around again, when I decided to do something I never thought I'd do: rimjob. That's right, I licked, sucked and kissed his hot little ass, and tried my best to get my tongue inside him. I'm here to tell you that a clean ass tastes... alright. It tasted like the rest of his body, I guess. I tried to finger his wet asshole again but he was just too tight, so I backed off. I guess if my fingers were a bit longer, or if his ass was a little more relaxed I could've hit his prostate, but as it was it was just a new sensation for him, one that wasn't terrible, but also not gloriously erotic.
More shower, he tried to suck me again with mixed results. Mixed, because while it felt good enough, I just couldn't cum like that. I love that he likes to tease and pleasure me and try to swallow my less-than impressive 5 inches, but I guess I just can't get off that easily. Ohhhh welllll. At least I taste alright.

I guess there should be a confession or two in here, so here it is:
First, he's turned me mostly gay, with his beautiful body and dick and amazingly delicious cum. I'm not full gay, I still like boobs and the female form, but I think I'm more likely to suck a cock than eat a pussy.
Second, I encourage everyone to at least try to rim someone they love. The sounds he was making, the whole "you're so dirty!" talk the whole time, the taste of his anus... I don't think he was super turned on by it, but I know I'll be doing it more in the future, so he can get used to it. Also, it's a great way to help relax the anus for more ass play. And if you're curious, I didn't get sick or anything like that from it. If the ass is clean, it's safe for a spit-shine!

I confess I'm considering cheating on my wife.

A bit (or a lot) of backstory: I've always been very shy and nerdy, not bad looking, but the total antithesis of a ladies' man. My senior year in high-school I was invited to go on a trip to Australia for a youth leadership conference. The trip was supposed to be for people finishing their first year of college, but through a mix-up I was able to go, and my parents thought it would be a good "educational" graduation gift. So I went and witnessed, without partaking, in lots of hook-ups. Our last night there we stayed at a hotel just a few blocks from Sydney's red-light district (King Street). I had a fair bit of extra cash after buying souvenirs for my family, so I was lured to a strip club. I didn't realize prostitution was legal there, and it was only a few minutes before I was lured to a private room and convinced to pay for a BJ. Right before I finished she stopped and asked if I wanted more -- in retrospect a great "marketing" tactic for that line of work. I still had some cash, but not enough - she finally agreed to do the deed, but insisted we had to be quiet or she'd get in trouble for taking such a low sum. So we did. And it was incredibly lousy. She just lay there, shirt on, didn't move a muscle, didn't make a sound. And even though I used a condom, I spent months convinced I had contracted something nasty. I must have had myself tested at clinics at least 3 times.

That was my only even-remotely sexual experience all the way through college. When I started grad school, I met a girl and we started dating -- my first girlfriend, and it didn't come until the age of 22. We quickly started into sex and a few months into it we stopped using a condom because she told me she couldn't get pregnant. Go figure--she did. She was a good Christian girl, and a total pro-lifer, so it shocked me when she was the one who decided to have the abortion. It was a hard time for her - moreso because she had been told by doctors this couldn't happen. That was only 3 months into the relationship.

I kept dating her, and eventually she started pushing me for the bling. I resisted for a long time, because aside from my one misstep in Australia, she was my only partner, and I knew I wanted more. Eventually, though, I convinced myself I could be monogamous with her, and we married about 19 months ago.

She was never petite to begin with, but she also has a problem with weight, she works out like a fiend, and eats healthier than anyone I know but the weight keeps piling on (it's part of the same condition that is supposed to prevent her from getting pregnant), though she has so far kept herself under 200 lbs, she is not skinny. On top of that, my eye has started to stray too, my confidence has gone up a whole lot, and I can see other women who are interested in me.

Since the wedding I've stopped in a few strip clubs and discovered a few that are little more than fronts for brothels. Curiosity also brought me to an AMP, though I only got an HJ, and even then only because the girl seemed so upset that I wasn't going to tip for anything extra.

This has caused me to slowly start squirreling away enough to be able to afford all the "extras" at one of these places. Just recently I met that mark. And there's a weekend coming up where my wife will be out of town. But since I hit that mark suddenly, I'm finding my libido is down, and I don't really want to do it.

I really do love my wife. I'm incredibly worried about the harm it would do if she found out, or if I did catch something. I don't want to have an affair, even an FWB thing because you never know when that other person could send you an incriminating e-mail, text, phone call, or outright try to blackmail me. But I am really sexually frustrated and I really want to experiment with more pussy. I've tried pushing the open-marriage, or swinging thing too, but she's also totally not into that.

So I know motherless is supposed to be a moral-free zone. I don't need anyone preaching to me. What I want to know is guys, (and gals) who have similar situations, what advice do you have?

Hey Everybody

A few weeks ago I posted about my wife and I never having sex (or anything really) and that she basically has no libido. Thought I'd give an update..

She finally talked to a doctor. She had to schedule an appointment with her gyno for birth control renewal and discussed the situation with her. Honestly, I'm just elated she even did this. That she is finally showing initiative to straighten this out. Anyway, the doctor asked her the usual questions: Has he done anything to make you spite him? (no), when you do have sexual activity do you orgasm (yes), etc.

She told her that sometimes the birth control can be the cause of her lack of libido, but it's not nearly as often as people think it is. The doctor prescribed her a birth control with a lower hormone level to see if it would help. She suggested that she get in an exercise routine as women who exercise have a higher sex drive due to a more positive body image. She also recommended reading 50 Shades of Grey and erotic literature in general in order to increase her sex drive. Finally, she suggested setting aside time specifically for sex/foreplay. That if she knows, say on Tuesday night, we are having sex that she would be thinking about it throughout the day and make her want it. However, I think this is retarded because the problem is that she already doesn't want it... shes not going to be excited for it... shes not going to even think about it. Oh, lastly, the doctor seemed to basically tell her not to worry about it. That it happens to all women from time to time and that it will eventually go away and that when it usually comes back it comes back in full force.. but that eventually it will probably happen again and then go away again. That womens hormones are always changing.

Soooooo... my wife goes to pick up the new lower hormone level birth control and it was incredibly expensive... so she didn't get it and got the usual stuff. So yeah... back to square one I guess. Kill me.

Finally my whore is pregnant - just got confirmation today. I cum a lot, in the sense that it's kind of abnormal. Been fucking this whore for 3 months, sometimes twice a day with the intent of breeding her tight little cunt, and finally it happened. Got a text from her today, she missed her period and took a test. I've literally dumped gallons of cum in this whore, and finally her womb accepted my seed. Now I just have to convince the wife to let her move in with us (yes my wife knows about my side piece and even has watched me fuck her and cum in her). Picked this cute little cunt up after becoming a regular of hers and she liked my dick so much she stopped charging me and stopped fucking other dudes. Convinced her to let me knock her up (weirdly enough). She's 22, tight, petite and bi. Wife isn't bi, but willing to let this whore suck her cunt. Tonight we're all going out to dinner to talk about all this shit. Told my wife that my little whore is pregnant, had a few words about it - but still have a good bond with my wife too. Fucked up thing is, my wife is only 3 years older than my whore, so they could easily be friends. Wife just wants me to have a good life because she suffers from a chronic illness that affects her libido. Yes, my wife has met my whore a few times (like I said she's watched me fuck her but never participated - YET). She says she does get turned on when I fuck other women, but it's hard for her to fuck sometimes because it's painful.
Anyway - enjoy the pics of my creampied little whore (blurred her face).

I recently stopped taking an SSRI, which are a class of anti depressants that are notorious for snatching away your libido. since stopping it, I've gotten hornier and hornier to the point that I'm masturbating at least 5 times a day, including while I'm at work. I missed this feeling a lot, I just wish there was someone else to fuck me so I'm not just chasing orgasms on my own.

I confess I've been making money cleaning houses while nude. It started when a friend who knew I was broke asked if I wanted a job cleaning the house of an older man who just got out of a nursing facility after suffering a minor stroke. I soon learned he still certainly had his libido and offered to pay me extra if I'd clean his home nude. He's since introduced me to a couple other older gentlemen who enjoy the same service. I'll admit I really enjoy it and they do seem to get a cheap thrill out of it LOL. Well I'm not that cheap :) They do tip well :)

I am a male and I recently married my wonderful wife. We are very much in love and she is devoted to me. I want to help her become the perfect cumslut wife over the next 5 - 10 years. She admitted to being submissive and she like being tied up. Currently her libido isn't high enough. I want to slowly help her change step by step, day by day. I am thinking that I will start by making sure her environment is perfect for focusing on being a perfect slave. For instance I am making sure to do all of the house work and I am making sure she is fed. I am also making sure I give her daily full body massages (she has a bit of a massage kink too). I plan on slowly increasing the frequency of foreplay we engage in in a month and getting more hands on. I'm then thinking about getting her more comfortable wearing rope untill she wears it every day. She is already a nudist arround the house. Once she is more comfortable sexually I want to get her to start being submissive to my domination. I think that if I make her masterbate every morning she will (allong with the foreplay and massages and rope) become more habitually arroused. Does any one have any advice for training my wife? 

100% True story about my life when I was younger, I want to unload so I can feel better, I'm now a grown Adult btw. Hence the proper spelling and punctuation, unlike many of the fake trolls.

I had many interesting moments while growing up as a kid, I definitely was told I was a handsome and cute boy by almost everyone I knew; which I think was my curse and blessing at the same time because I was molested. But at the same time I didn't feel like a victim, I liked it, and none of it feels like a bad or negative experience.

It all started one day before I went to school, I stupidly stole my step-dad's wallet money and spent it on snacks like reese's etc. from the corner store close to school. I felt like a rockstar passing them out to my friends and everyone else in class, until my dad showed up to my school.

He was so mad he went into my classroom and spanked me in front of all my friends, then dragged me home. He usually isn't this abusive just so everyone knows, he was just really pissed-off that I started stealing; it was just a dumb kid move and I learned my lesson immediately. But the thing was, something must have released his mental libido after spanking me; cause after we got home, he wanted to spank me more. This time it was a much less angry, yet stern �you're still not done getting punished� spank. And this time he wanted to pull down my pants and underwear, and spank me bare.

Keep in mind, we were alone in the house, as I'm an only child, and both my parents worked at the time, but my stepdad obviously left work and took a day off after he found out what I did.

(well, back on track) ..I kinda felt weird and embarrassed when he told me to do that, but he was very persistent, so I finally got to undoing my pants and pulling them down with my underwear, then bent over. He first grabbed my ass in his lap and started groping it, moving my ass cheeks around like if they were fruit, this was a weird feeling, I never had been groped and fondled like that before ever, and the sensation wasn't that unappealing either. Still feeling weird, he then started spanking it, continuously making me twitch in pain, until it was red. I could definitely start to tell he was getting excited, because I felt his cock grow while I was on him; he kept going, watching my reactions as he slapped and groped me. It wasn't long until he was rock-hard. By then my heartbeat was pretty much racing, because this was a completely new experience; watching him get pleasure like this, feeling a fully grown adult for the first time, feeling him get aroused on me. It was a sexual awakening like nothing else..

He then told me to get up. I could see his huge bulge, I could only imagine at the time that he was big. He started looking at my reaction to him; my slight unnerved but curiosity about this entire experience, and his bulge. He then started looking at me strangely, like he was thinking hard, and after a few seconds of watching me look at his member, he started to unzip his pants.

I started feeling really nervous and full of anxiety, as I kept watching him unzip; he pulled out his erect cock, and I remember thinking how it wasn't like anything I ever saw until then. It was of course vaguely familiar, but it was a enormous slightly veiny monster version of what I ever thought it would look like.

He said come closer, and after a few hesitant seconds I complied out of sheer curiosity over it; I remember how he grabbed me by the neck, and gently guided me in, until he had the lips on his head. I remember thinking how it felt so soft, he told me to open up, I felt nervous again, but feeling him in this position, I sort of instinctively felt like doing it anyway, so I trusted him and opened. Then he guided me down. I remember it was a odd smothering feeling, but a good kind of smothering feeling. He started to teach me how to give decent head; and after a few seconds of this, all my anxiety went away, I started enjoying this immensely.

As the minutes passed, he kept teaching me the right way of giving better and better head, and I complied readily, until he started panting and twitching in my mouth, I felt a rush of warm liquid as he kept twitching. But like a good student I kept sucking him off until he finished. As he finished twitching and panting he told me to swallow, I did, and I felt a sour yet kinda milky sweet flavor go down my throat, I gagged slightly, but he then assured me he'd help get me used to it.

Shortly after that, my stepdad let me practice sucking cock on him until I was his �pro�. And one weekend, he surprised me by getting his "friends" he conjured from the net to group around me, and let me suck them all to till they came. I ended up loving doing that for him; it happened more and more as I became popular with his special interest group.

I could go on, but long story short, by then I was looked on in school as that cute boy who might have been �gay�. I was of course picked on because I was a little bit effeminate, and my slightly girlish looks didn't help either.

Then after a while I had an amazing idea, I made friends with all the tough boys by giving out secret blowjobs, in offer for protection, I secretly had the privilege to suck many cocks through grade school, and it wasn't a burden for me; as I very much liked doing that for them. They weren't as big as full grown men, but it was always pleasant to suck them off until they came.

Looking back, I loved those years; I stopped doing this when I reached high school though, and tried to start with a clean slate. I'm bisexual now, if you're wondering, I'm 20.

I completely left that life behind, I still crave to get smothered by some good cock now and then but I just feel better now that I've told some people like a weight's been lifted.

btw, this story wasn't intended to be fapworthy, but to some, I can see how it naturally is.

Thanks if you enjoyed reading my story, I sure enjoyed living it through.

pic related, it's me when I was younger.

I confess that for the past 3 months I've undergone some serious libido increase, the last time I felt this horny was during 6th grade when puberty hit hard. I've been looking at craigslist postings of hookers and jacking off just to the idea of spending the night with one. I get a constant hard on in the streets when I see any woman of any age wearing short shorts. I wanted to post this here since this site's been a heavy supply of material for me. Fuck me I need my dick wet.

My gf isn't half as sexual as i am and its frustrating cause other than that she's perfect. anyone know any ways of increasing a girl's libido without her really knowing it? she's been my gf for over two years. im sort of thinking in terms of something in her drink but i dont know what would have the desired effect and im open to other ideas as well

I confess i love incest story's.

Darcy And Dad

Mom had lost her battle with breast cancer five years earlier. Dad was still experiencing grief and seemed to be having difficulty adjusting to life as a widower. After all, they had been happily married for 25 years, having met as teenagers. Essentially their adult life together was the only one that either of them had ever known.

Watching dad struggle emotionally through the months and years following mom�s passing was heartbreaking. Dad remained in my parents� home out in the country. It was certainly more of a house than he needed now, but he said there was a connection there that he just couldn�t sever.

I wanted to be more supportive of dad during that awful time, but I was engulfed in my own tumultuous life, having recently ended a two year relationship with my boyfriend after catching him in bed with our neighbor! So after throwing his cheating ass out I had to face the realization that I simply couldn�t afford to stay in that apartment alone. I was not interested in a roommate and I was really at my wit�s end. What was I to do?

Dad had helped me financially a few times in the past and I�m sure he would have helped me again had I asked. But honestly, I realized that his cash would provide only a short term fix and in my heart I knew that I needed to make a major lifestyle change. That�s when the idea came to me� �Maybe I can move back home with daddy.�

�NO WAY! Stop it Darcy! You�re 27 years old now. You have your own life and you cannot go back home and live with daddy,� said the voice in my head. And although I knew that to be true, I still couldn�t ignore the prospect of how financially advantageous it would be for me, not to mention how helpful I could be to dad around the house. I gave it serious thought for the next few days and eventually decided to run the idea past dad.

So later that week one evening after dad got home from work I stopped by for a visit. He seemed puzzled that I was there on a weeknight but appeared happy to see me. I was a bit nervous and didn�t quite know how to begin my presentation. So after fumbling around looking for the right words I finally just blurted it out, �Dad, can I move back home?�

Dad replied, �Darcy, what happened between you and Doug?

�I caught him in our bed with Melinda, the slut in the adjoining apartment, so I threw his ass out and I am all done with him now and there�s no way I can afford that apartment on my own,� I exclaimed, now sporting some huge alligator tears.

Dad said, �Well sure honey, you can have your old room back. How long do you anticipate needing it?�

�I�m not really sure dad. I�m just trying to regroup right now and formulate a feasible plan. I don�t want to get into financial trouble and my thinking was that you would also benefit from me moving back as well. I can help you with cooking, cleaning, household chores, and just about anything else that you need done. I can kind of be a replacement for mom, well� I mean, I�m sorry� I didn�t mean to imply that I can ever replace mom� I just meant��

Dad quickly interjected, �That�s alright honey, I know exactly what you mean. Don�t sweat it. I understand perfectly. No need to apologize. It�s been hard on all of us. Let�s just concentrate now on getting your life put back together.�

�Thanks dad, I love you so much, thank you a thousand times,� I said, as I hugged dad and kissed him on his forehead.

That next Saturday I rented a small truck and commandeered a few guys that I work with and we got all my stuff out of the apartment and over to my dad�s house. It took the entire day and by midnight I was exhausted. I told dad that I was going to grab a shower, go to bed, and I�d finish unpacking tomorrow. He agreed that it had been a long day and he then retrieved some clean bath towels out of the linen closet for me. I took my shower and quickly fell asleep.

Upon awakening Sunday morning dad had cooked a huge breakfast for us. I thought that was so sweet of him. He said that it was nice to have someone to sit at the table and speak with and how he so missed doing that with mom. I grabbed his hand and said, �Well dad, you have me here now and things are going to be much better for you.�

After breakfast I immediately went back to work unpacking and getting settled in. Dad walked into my room and asked if there was anything that he could help me with. I told him that I pretty much had everything under control� And no sooner did I say that did a large box that was sitting on the edge of the bed fall over and its contents spill onto the floor. Now there lay at my dad�s feet a ten inch purple dildo� And to make matters worse, the impact of it hitting the ground somehow triggered it into the on position! So there I sit on the edge of the bed, totally mortified, watching this vibrating donkey dick bounce around on the hardwood floor right smack in front of us! I was so humiliated.

I said, �Oh my God, I am so sorry, dad.�

Then dad said, �Sorry for what, being human? Don�t sweat it. Just turn it off now before you kill the battery!� He then chuckled as he left the room.

Wow� I didn�t realize that my dad could be so hip. I mean, he was my father and I really never had the occasion to discuss anything sexual with him as I was growing up. But today, for the first time ever I got to see a different side of him. Dad wasn�t just a parent figure anymore� I saw him now as a man, an equal, even a sexual being! I began to feel an immediate closeness with dad that had been absent before. I felt like I connected with him in some special way that morning and that we could now be good friends and discuss anything together. It was definitely a new and strangely exciting feeling.

It took most of Sunday to get everything put away and make my room livable. Dad was on the riding lawn mower and nightfall was fast approaching. I went outside and asked him if he�d like to have a pizza delivered for dinner since it was getting kind of late to start cooking a meal. He said, �Sure honey, that sounds great to me. Go into my room and take the Visa card from my wallet and call in the order.�

So I go back inside and enter dad�s bedroom but didn�t see his wallet anywhere. I opened his top dresser drawer thinking he might keep it in there. Well, I didn�t find his wallet but much to my surprise I did find a stack of the most hardcore porno magazines I�d ever seen in my life. Holy shit, I didn�t know my dad looked at this stuff! And as if that wasn�t enough, I came across a bottle of personal lubricant. Oh my God, my dad has been jerking off to dirty pictures! I felt so ashamed and embarrassed from what I had discovered, yet equally excited. The thought of my dad jerking off somehow gave me a sensual rush and I felt my vagina becoming moist. My God, this isn�t happening, I thought. How can I be getting aroused over my own father?

Just then my dad appeared in the doorway. I was caught red handed! I had one of the magazines opened to the centerfold picture and the bottle of personal lubricant sitting in my lap. There was no way out of this one and I was sure dad was going to be really pissed at me for invading his privacy.

I began to explain how I was looking for his wallet but dad quickly interrupted me and said, �Now Darcy, listen to me. If you�re going to be living under my roof you�re going to have to play by my rules.�

Oh boy, I felt like I really blew it now and that he was going to let me have it big time.

Dad continued, �In this house I do certain things - private things - that you may or may not condone. But the fact of the matter is, since your mom passed on five years ago I have not been with a woman. Men have certain needs and so I choose to satisfy those needs myself, in private. It�s just something I must do to maintain my sexual sanity and if...�

Then I interrupted, �Oh daddy, of course I understand. I�m an adult and a woman of the world. I know all about masturbation and the male libido. I didn�t just crawl out from under a rock. I am just so sorry for rummaging through your stuff. I truly was only looking for your wallet. And as for these personal items, I don�t have a problem with any of them, seriously. I mean, now that Doug and I have split I�ll probably have to do the same thing for awhile!�

Dad jokingly replied, �Yea, unless you keep dropping your new partner on the floor!�

Dad then opened a different drawer, retrieved his wallet and called in the pizza order. He then said he was going to take a shower and asked if I could keep an ear out for the pizza guy. I told him I would and then retreated to my room.

I was still somewhat distracted by the mental image of my dad jerking off to those dirty magazines. The thought of it was exhilarating to me and for however wrong that was, it felt just as right. I could feel my vagina continuing to moisten and I knew that I�d have to relieve my sexual tension soon.

With dad in the shower and the pizza still 30 minutes away I thought there would be no better time than now. So I shut my bedroom door, got my dildo, removed all my clothes, laid on my bed, closed my eyes, and entered my new fantasyland.

My clitoris was extremely sensitive and I felt a strange tingling deep inside my vagina. I was clearly aroused far beyond where Doug had ever taken me before. It had to be the new environment, the risk of getting caught by my dad, and the image of him masturbating that had me so supercharged. Whatever it was, I wanted to embrace it. These newfound sensations consumed me and I was rendered powerless by them.

Clitoral stimulation alone had always given me a decent orgasm. But today I wanted penetration too. I was wild with excitement and began having images of my dad being inside me, holding me, satisfying my every desire, loving me in the way that he always loved mom. The thought of that was a real turn on so I inserted the dildo deep into my vagina and began ramming my g-spot, closed my eyes and imagined it was dad inside me. I continued to work my clit and fondle my breasts with the other hand, going back and forth between the two.

My orgasm was building like a fierce volcano that was nearing eruption. This was going to be a real powerhouse of a release. I could feel it coming and I couldn�t stop it. I moaned as my body wrenched with delight, one contraction after another, delivering a sexual release like I had never experienced before. My vagina gushed with cum as it pooled on the sheet at my butt. The orgasm must have lasted for several minutes. It was ecstasy and I didn�t want it to end.

But then the doorbell rang. It was the pizza guy! Dad was surprisingly already out of the shower and dressed so he dealt with that. I guess I�d lost track of time. So I quickly went into my bathroom, washed up a bit and put on some clean panties. Dad knocked on my bedroom door to tell me that dinner is served. I told him that I�d be right out.

We sat at the dining room table and dug into our pizza. It was loaded with toppings and extra cheese. It was definitely the pizza to die for!

But dad had just two pieces and said, �Well, that�s it for me.�

I said, �What? Two pieces and you�re calling it quits?�

He jokingly replied, �Hey, I need to watch my cute little figure!�

Actually I shouldn�t have been surprised. Dad had become somewhat of a health fanatic ever since mom got sick and died. He lost a lot of weight and still exercises at the local gym faithfully three nights a week after work.

Dad�s really done a nice job of toning up his body over the past few years. Even now in his mid-forties he�s really somewhat of a stud muffin! And for the life of me I can�t understand why some woman hasn�t already snagged him.

But in a selfish kind of way I�m glad that no one has. I think I�d be insanely jealous of any woman that got in between me and daddy now. I know that sounds very possessive, but I want daddy all for myself now and I�ll do anything to keep it that way. Anything!

So the weekend was coming to a close and bedtime was fast upon us. Dad said goodnight and went to his room and I said goodnight and went to my room.

But after laying there for a few minutes I suddenly remembered that dad recently had a mechanical timer installed on his hot water tank to save on electricity and I had no clue how to set it. I�d be up and in the shower an hour before dad the next morning and I wanted to make sure that I�d have hot water.

So I got back out of bed and walked across the house to dad�s room but noticed that his bedroom door was closed. I was getting ready to knock when I heard dad talking to someone. His voice sounded kind of weird though. I didn�t want to eavesdrop but my curiosity really got the best of me. I placed my ear gently up to his door and listened.

Oh my God, I think he was jerking off! I was hearing some moaning and I swear I even heard my name a few times� �Darcy, Oh Darcy� You are so much like your mom and I love you so much.�

That was it! Dad was fantasizing about me while he was jerking off! I felt so honored and powerful and again I began to tremble with excitement as I became sexually aroused. I wanted so much to just go in there and confront him and let our natural feelings and desires take over. I felt such love for my daddy and I just knew that he must have been feeling the same for me at that moment.

There I stood on the outside of his door in my sexy, short baby doll pajamas. My hand went for the door knob. I didn�t know if I could stop myself at this point. I was not thinking rationally. I wanted my daddy so badly at that moment that I would risk anything to have him. Once again I could feel my vagina oozing with juice. It was now or never.

I slowly turned the doorknob and quietly opened the door. Upon entering I saw my dad laying in his bed completely nude on his back and his beautiful hard dick sticking straight up in the air as he slid his hand over it, stroking so slowly up and down. He was still moaning and hadn�t yet noticed me.

I slowly inched my way into his view and the second he saw me he immediately rolled over onto his side and attempted to pull the sheet over him. He was obviously startled and his first reflex was to hide from me what he was doing. I understood that. But I also knew that I needed to seize the moment if I stood any chance at all of making this happen. And I so wanted it to happen. I wanted nothing more in the world at that moment. I was so hot with lust and love for my daddy that there was nothing I wouldn�t have done to have him.

So I slowly made my way over to his side of the bed and sat down beside him. I made sure that my short baby doll pajamas were riding high and exposing as much upper leg as they could. Dad was on his left side and facing me, but he wouldn�t look me in the face. I knew he must have been embarrassed and I also knew that I had to assure him that what he was doing was absolutely fine and perfectly alright with me.

As I gently spoke to him I began stroking his right arm and shoulder area. He was so tanned and masculine looking. I said, �Daddy, what you were doing is perfectly natural. It�s okay, really. It actually turned me on and I�ll even let you in on a little secret of mine� I�ve been fantasizing about having a sexual relationship with you ever since mom passed away. I knew you were lonely and I wanted nothing more than to move in here with you and keep you satisfied in all the ways that mom did.�

With that dad looked up at me and said, �Really? So you don�t think I�m a pervert for fantasizing about my daughter?

I said, �Oh daddy, it�s perfectly natural. We both want the same thing and I can see no reason to deprive either of us from what makes us happy. Now roll over onto your back again, close your eyes, and enjoy the ride. Trust me daddy and let your inhibitions go. Just relax and know that I love you so deeply and I will never feel uncomfortable with anything that we do together.�

With dad on his back again I removed my pajamas. My breasts were firm, nipples erect, and my pussy was literally dripping with love juice at this point. Dad took one look at me and gasped, �My God Darcy, you look just like your mom so many years ago. I cannot believe you are giving me this present. I want you so much and want to love every inch of your beautiful, sexy body.�

I was so hot with passion at this point that I couldn�t have stopped if I wanted to. I began to lick my daddy�s huge cock, every inch of it, and then stuffed it into my mouth and as far down my throat that I could take it. He moaned and groaned and I feared that he might cum right away. I didn�t want this to end so I stopped doing that and mounted him instead. I allowed the head of his hard cock to slightly penetrate my hot, moist pussy but not let it go in all the way. It was driving daddy wild and he was begging for more. I was in full command and I loved it. He was finally mine and I had full control.

Daddy told me to turn around and to get into the 69 position. I did and then I felt daddy�s warm, moist tongue licking the juices from my dripping cunt. Daddy said, �Darcy, your pussy even looks and tastes just like mom�s did.� He was now licking, biting, and sucking, and inserting his tongue inside my pussy and then my ass as far as he could get it. He�d become a wild man and I was loving every minute of it.

But I wanted to have my daddy inside me too. I wanted to have that extreme closeness with him, to have his dick deep inside, and to have him shoot his load far inside me. I wanted to be there for him at that moment to tell him that I love him and that he can have me whenever he wanted me from now on.

So I turned around and laid down beside him. I hugged him and pulled him close to me and he instinctively rolled right over on top of me. I grabbed his huge cock and guided it right into my wet pussy. He moaned as it went in. I know he had been waiting for this for so long, just as I had been.

It felt so good to have daddy inside me finally. I told him to go inside as deeply as he could and pull out all the way each time. At the same time I was rubbing my clitoris. Each time he�d enter his cock would hit my g-spot. The angle was perfect and dad seemed to know exactly what he needed to do. I remember thinking to myself, Gosh, mom was so lucky to have had this for so long.

Eventually I felt my orgasm starting to build. It felt that it would be even stronger than the one I had earlier in the day while awaiting the pizza delivery. I mean, this was like heaven. Daddy knew exactly what to do and when to do it. He seemed to know me and my body inside and out. There was nothing he could have done wrong.

I was getting really close. I said, �Daddy, are you almost there? I�m getting very close and I want us to cum together.�

Daddy said, �Okay baby, let it go whenever you need to. I am right there now. Shall I hold off or let it go?�

My orgasm was starting and it was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. I tried to speak to let daddy know that I was starting to cum, but I couldn�t form the words. It was just too overpowering.

But daddy must have sensed it because he then whispered to me, �Okay honey, I�m going to cum inside you now. I love you so much baby. Stay with me now and let me unleash my love juice inside you.�

We both had our mind blowing orgasms together and it was the best sex that either of us had ever experienced in our lives. Afterwards we just remained there motionless. Daddy did not even pull out. He just laid there on top of me while I stroked his hair and held him close to my breasts.

Eventually we both got up and took a shower together. I had never felt so close to another human being as I felt with daddy that evening. This had gone far beyond sex. Something else had happened here. There was just too much of a closeness and too much of a desire and attraction for it to be sinful incest. It�s like daddy was not really my father anymore, but my husband and my soul mate and my lover. It was a dream come true for us both.

Needless to say I moved into daddy�s room with him. I kept some of my stuff in the other room just for appearance sake. Daddy and I both realized that although we were so in love with each other and saw nothing wrong with our relationship, that society was still not ready for it.

We�ve been together now living as man and wife for nearly two years. The sex is still as great as it was that first night and if anything we�ve developed a deeper and more trusting love and mutual respect for each other than most couples ever know.

I love my daddy and I�ll always be there for him.

I got married at 38, three years ago. I hate to admit it, but it wasn't as I expected it, I got pregnant, and we both agreed that we should get married. I always thought I would find "someone special", but that never happened to me.

I've been around the block, had quite a few boyfriends, never cheated, but I had a habit of jumping from one relationship into another, every time I fancied someone new. Now, this isn't really an option, and I am in a bit of a pickle.

During my pregnancy, my libido got totally lost, but after it ended, my hormones went wild, but, my darling husband started acting like I am no longer a woman, only a mother. That situation, eventually, is one of the reasons I sometimes visit this place.

And, for the record, I didn't get fat, I still look good.

Now, this married guy from work, started flirting with me, and I liked it, so it evolved to texting, sexting, and even some naughty photos being exchanged between us. I didn't really intend to do anything further, but last weekend, he sent me a cheeky photo, showing me his excitement. As it goes with timing, it is either really bad, or really good, and on this occasion, I was home, alone, for the whole day, which almost never happens. My actions preceded reason, and I invited him over, "to prove it".

He was here within 15 minutes. I was wearing almost nothing, so no talking, I found myself bent over the table, with him behind me. He was powerful, with furious thrusts, and it felt so good. Then, we ended up on a sofa, with me on top. I always manage to cum in that position, and this time was no exception. He finished inside me, and it felt so goood!!!

After we were done, he was out of here very fast, leaving me with my thoughts, thoughts that made me spill this out here. I feel really bad, emotionally, that this happened, but my body tells me, I did the right thing, and no, I will not do it again, but it felt good to be myself, to feel like a woman, once again.

I found this website about a week ago and I have read some interesting confessions and I have decided to post my own. About 20 years ago, well 19 and change I was in my last year of high school.  My father got a job across the country working 3 months on/ 1 month off. It was me, my younger bro and my mom most of the time. Long story short after a few accidental run ins between me and my mom , we somehow got on a quid pro quo situation , i mean she at the time was only in her late 30s and I was a late teen so we both had high libidos. 

She had a few things though, she hated the taste of cum so that was a no go to cum there. Also since she almost died giving birth to my bro and the fact that she obviously didnt want me to get her prefnant, cumming in her pussy was a no go and if i ever did, then the whole deal was. She however, over the years never used a condom with my dad because he convinced her to do anal and she either liked it or just got used to it, i never bothered to ask the history of their sex life. Basically she would suck my dick and i could fuck her pussy or ass, but i could only either pulled out or cum in her ass. So yeah i took advantage of this situation and used her ass; i honestly dont recall evert pulling out once.

I will admit, i think for both of us it was weird, but after a while it was, towards rhe end I looked forwars to it, not sure if she did, i assume so. But she was always.down for something, i could get sex any day, and if she was on her period she had no problem with anal only.  When my dad was home it almost never happened; i know i managed to get it a couple times on the weekends if my dad was gone out like fishing or over a friends and my bro was gone out with his friends, but it was still rare. It all stopped after i graduated and left my small town. Well there was one point in my second year of university my lease was up and i was finding a new place and was house sitting my friend apartment while he was gone away for work. She came in and helped me look for a place while my dad was home at the time looked after my brother. I convinced her to let me the couple nights she waa in and aftet that never again.

Even though we did all that , up to now I'm married a nd have kids/ her grandkids with my wife, we act like mom and son. Its like all that happened we both kind of forgot it in a way, like pretend it never happened. 

I think I did ger a love for anal from it though so i endes finding a woman who loves it up the ass and made her my wife!

Best libido increaser for women?

I am turning 40 this year, and sex in my marriage was bellow par. We married young, 17 years ago, and he was my fifth lover (told him he was third), and he was the best lover I ever had, everything before him seemed like a clumsy game, regarding sex.

The peak of our sexual relationship came during my pregnancy. But, after it, my libido just died for a while. We didnt have sex for quite some time, and even when we started doing it, it wasnt the same. My looks didnt deteriorate, I even think I look better, all in all, then I did in my late 20s. Something was missing.

After a while, our sex became so rare, that one year, I remember, we had it only three times. I admit, there was a lots of my fault in this, too many times I said no, and after a while, he just stopped his advances.

At one time, I was convinced he had an affair. I started snooping around, only to find out that he did not, but I did find out that he was using a lots of porn sites. This one is one of them. So, I started stalking him online, to see what is missing.

And, oh boy, did I miss a lot. Things he lusted over made me feel like I am a novice in the realm of sex, and that he has been settling with me, ever since he met me, holding back his desires, of which, many are still off limits for me, but I decided to make an effort to light up the fire.

I started dressing up. That woke up the man in him, our sex became more frequent, and intense. Then I asked him, mid intercourse, to put it in my bum. His eyes opened up, he started to stutter, and when he did, he came after only few seconds.

The difference in our sex life is so big, that once again, he is groping me while he passes by, in the house, he sends me dirty messages, etc.

After anal, I will do more, and the best part is, he is so open now, that I feel so wanted now, that, I think I saved my marriage.

It still bugs me, that neither me or him, had the common sense, to just talk, it would have spared us years of doubts and loneliness.

I'm a 19 year old male, living in north London looking for a woman since I have a crazy libido.

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Finally getting it

Remember, Jim was out of the house the whole day, I got a BJ but nothing more.

The evening came and so did Jim. He looked tired and didnt talk much. Anna tried her best to look and to be charming, wearing shorts and a tank top, pressing herself against him, making him food. That somewhat brought life back into him. I wasnt sure if Anna did it to make me jealous or to make Jim happy, but it worked. When they were eating I snuck into the bathroom and came on her brush again. I knew they would be brushing teeth together, but I was frustrated and wanted to get back at her. I removed some of the cum so Jim wouldnt see it but she surely would.
I waited in my room by the door, to hear if something happend while they were brushing, nothing did, though.

Anna came out first, saw me spying, winked at me and went to Jims room. I recieved a text "you're really naughty today arent you?" just before Jim went into his room.

Half an hour later I heard her moaning again. Really thin walls we have here... I couldnt help myself and started fapping. After I (and they) finished, I went to bed. I couldnt sleep, so I read in my book again. After an hour or so I put it away and tried to sleep. But my thoughts constantly drifted towards Anna. How she came in that one night... so I had a constant boner, impossible to sleep like this. Then my phone vibrated. "knock knock." I stared at the message for a second, the the door was already pushed open by Anna. In her white night-t-shirt again. Her hard nipples visible. Before she could sit down, I got up, closed the door and pushed her against it. Kissed her harsh. Felt her ass. Her pussy. It wasnt wet enough yet, so I spread her cheeks and started licking her. She suppressed her moans as well as she could, but I could still hear them. Soon she was soaking, her juice running down her thighs. I stood up, pushed my cock inside of her. I grabbed her hair with my left hand and her throat with my right, choking and fucking her felt so amazing. She liked it as well, her moans got silenced by my hand, but I already could feel her pussy contracting. I didnt stop. I kept pressing her against the door while fucking, so the door made a noise everytime I thrusted in. Anna tried to minimize the noise by pressing against me, so I fucked her even harder. I could feel her second orgasm coming up, and I was cuming as well. In one final thrust I pushed my dick as far as I could inside her and filled her belly with my seed. She almost collapsed, but I held her up. I then put her on the bed. Only now I could see she was crying. But when I looked worried, she said "I loved it" and smiled. Reassured I got on the bed with her and made her clean my cock. She loved tasting her own pussy.
End of part 3

Some Backstory

If you read the rest of the story, you might wonder "why does she do that? why would she wanna fuck you?" I didnt ask that question to myself or Anna right away, but I eventually did so here is what came out of the talk we had.
Anna was not a slutty girl. She liked to dress sexy, yes, but she didnt whore around. She didnt have sex until she was 19, almost 20. She had relationships before that, but never commited so far. She would describe her former BF's as teen crushes, the relationship never lasted more than 2 months or so. The boy she finally had sex with was Jim (you guessed it). Jim and her were dating for over a year before they did it. The first time was the roughest sex she had. He tried to be careful, but screwed it up. The very first time he went in, he did it slowly. The next thrust was already at full speed. At first she was hurting so much, she didnt have fun. But the pain transitioned into pleasure and she came on his cock really hard, he came just seconds after. She never thought she would like sex that much, but after that first time, Jim and her had a lot of sex the next few days. Eventually, his libido went back to normal. Hers did not. The sex was still very good for the next months and a almost year passed by without anything special happening. She then started masturbating from time to time, to fill the gaps (days) between the sex. She started watching porn. Her sexuality developed while her BF stayed the same. She tried a lot of things to make Jim more into sex. Bought toys, suggested roleplay, bought sexy dresses... That all worked... for a short time. Then the sex would turn rare again.
As a side note: the emotional part of the relationship was going perfectly. They rarely argued, he was the perfect gentleman. Only in bed he failed to fulfill her desires. When their sexlife started to affect their emotional relationship, Anna started faking orgasms. She loved him and didnt want him to feel bad about himself just because he didnt want as much sex as she did. And it worked. They never argued about sex afterwards. Which kinda made it worse for her, since she desperately needed more. They then also moved to two different cities (which are still kinda close to each other), because of their studies.

Thats where I come in. When she first saw me, she only saw me as some dorm mate of Jim's. But then I started complimenting her. She saw me with different eyes then. Jim's good looking, but so was I (her words). And I have a broader chest and am taller. And after she saw my bulging sweatpants, she started fantasizing about me. She wasnt sure if she wanted to go through with it and how to do it. Thats where the first part starts ;-)

Looking for a cougar, or possibly even a couple in the Iowa or Illinois area some some NSA fun. Very high libido, and am a great time. Open to options and exploration.

Motherless, I confess. I've been a dirty girl for as long as I can remember. The first time I ever gave a blow job was when I was about five to my step brother. Not my proudest moment. I remember sneaking into the back cubbies in kindergarten during nap time and getting frisky with one of my classmates. Third grade I would strip completely and grind on one of my teddy bears. And in fourth grade I used to dream about finally having sex with my first real crush. Ironically, I didn't lose my virginity until May of this year, a few months after I turned 18. But my libido tends to be worse now than it was back then. Oh, my childhood...