I desperatly need someone who is good at photo shop. I'm looking for pics of a young Pam Anderson, or Kim kardashian nude, with hard cocks photoshopped onto them. I'm a huge tranny lover and I wish these beauty's had cocks I could suck. Anyone, please help!

My confession is that I have always been attracted to my friend's wife. So much so that it completely drives me crazy. She is so beautiful and fun, I have always envied him. And I know they have terrific sex and she is a crazy horny wild woman because he tells me of all of their sex activities. She deep throats him on a regular, pretty much daily basis. For the longest time I thought he was making up these stories of how horny she is but once when we were out at a bar real late at night his cell phone rang and it was her and she was telling him to get home so she could fuck his brains out and while she was talking he held his phone up to my ear and I was listening -- and I heard it all. Wow, it was such a turn on. It made me in love with her all the more.
Tonight I was invited over to their place for supper and I knew that in some way I wanted to do something to violate her because she is just so wildly gorgeous. Sitting there looking at her I got an erection. As she was about to serve pie and coffee I went to their bathroom and thinking of her I beat myself off and came right into my hand. I re-entered the room with cum in my hand thinking that if I miss my chance moment I would just wipe myself off or even eat my own cum if I was in a desperate situation. But no, there were four coffees poured and I quickly took a spoon and swiped it across my hand, gathering up a lot of jizz and dumped it into a cup, swished it around and then took another cup and with the same spoon mixed cream and sugar into my own coffee. I walked away and one by one everyone else took their cups -- for all I knew my friend would get the cup with my jizz in it, which would not be a turn on to me at all. I kept an eye on the cups and what ended up happening was their 15-year-old daughter took the cup with my jizz in it. I would have much preferred it to have been her mother but amazingly, and in a way I don't quite understand, it ended up being even more of a turn on to me that their daughter, a real cutie, took it and mixed some milk and sugar into it. We sat back at the table and ate dessert and I watched this teen obliviously drink my recently spewed sperm. I almost came in my pants again.

sometimes i wonder why relationships with previous girls haven't worked out.

was it me? was it her? was it the timing or where i was at mentally? why does it even bother me? why do i let it stop me from falling in love?

i've had good experiences and bad ones. i've hung around gay people just to test the waters and allowed myself into certain situations which i knew would leave me vulnerable. i felt i grew from these experiences but actually, it's made me feel empty. i've dated students, a nurse, a stripper, a medical doctor, a girl that was allergic to condoms, girls online n i've been in drunk and sober threeways.

these people have been in my life intimately and know me in ways that no one else does but, now, when i look at it - as i approach my mid 20s, i look at these past relationships with an ounce of sadness n disgust in myself. i recall a violent relationship, a deep relationship and the last one, my first love.

will the next girl i date feel special? will i think that we've got something special going on? has my past relationships n companions made it impossible for me to feel again? has the things i've done affected my morals and beliefs? i once had limits. now, i just look at people like they're emotions that can either make me happy or sad. they're not people anymore. they're just objects to use.

maybe it's safe to say that no future intimate relationship will ever happen. not a happy one with me.

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I have a confession... I had just recently moved and to meet some locals I started using Tinder. Well, I had quite a few matches and I decided to meet up with one incredibly hot fresh 21 yr old girl. We went to a pretty classy Irish Pub, started shooting the shit and having quite a few drinks. While in the restroom something came over me and I was like fuck this isn't going anywhere, what the fuck do I do? So, I walk back out and begin flirting with the mediocre female bartender. The woman I'm there with begins to catch on, so she begins to flirt with some random Joe Schmo from the bar. After a few more drinks we're nearing closing time, and now I have not only the bartender at my beck and call but now the bar's manager a decent looking mid aged woman that is ready to go to my place and the drop of a hat. So, thinking that we're absolutely done and that meeting up with this woman was a waste of time, I drunkenly decided to be blunt with another female bartender whom I couldn't stop starring at. I literally ask her, "When do I get to see you out of those work clothes?" and to my surprise she replies "The girls and I are going to my house to drink and sit in the hot tub, you're more than welcome to join." Completely fucking shocked, and at this point piss fucking drunk, I follow her to her house stumble in and look around to find that her roommates are two older lesbians. She asks me if I'd like to hop into the hot tub or head to bed since I was pretty tanked. I said either or is fine and she leads me to her bedroom, we start making out she does the classic chubby check and starts stroking my dick. Next thing I know someone is banging at the door, low and behold its the fucking bitch from Tinder. She had followed me to this woman's house, and demanded I speak to her. So, my intoxicated ass throws a fit and asks if she can go speak to the woman for me and tell her I'm sleeping or something of the sort, not knowing the type of woman I was with she answers the door saying something like "in the middle of a fuck session can I help you?" and the woman replies "Can I join, the only reason I went out with him was in hopes to get fucked" So, I don't really remember too much at this point, but some foggy memories of these two girls making out with my dick in between their mouths, and some odd sexual interpretation of the human centipede. I woke up to a splitting fucking headache and 4 naked women in a place that I had never seen before, I tried to sneak out embarrassed I may not have performed at my peak potential and I accidentally awake one of the roommates who asks why I'm leaving so soon, there is still breakfast and morning sex to have. I heard bacon and couldn't leave, so while she's cooking breakfast I'm having the hair of the dog that bit me trying to snuff out this hangover as soon as possible, and I ask what the hell happened last night. She replies with a chuckle and "I figured you wouldn't remember much" turns around walks towards me dropping a plate of flapjacks and bacon in front of me, saying "We'll just have to reenact it then won't we?"

Long story short, first time ever having sex and not remembering. I am now dating the girl from Tinder, and we occasionally still have "parties" with the bartender and her roommates along with some new talent.

I confess I have a raging hard-on for my ex's sister. She's blonde, tall, with a perfect body. I jerk to her pictures every day but she will never date me because there is "too much history" between us. She's single and soo dirty I know the kind of guys she's attracted to, and what turns her on and her dirtiest fantasies. I want to find someone who is horny for a friend, sister or cousin and do a criss-cross like in "Strangers on a Train" but for sex. Get him to take her to a gloryhole where I'll be waiting, or get her so drunk and stoned she doesn't know what's going on and then I come in to tag-team with him. These are both fantasies of hers. Webcams and pictures of everything. I made a joke once when we were drinking together that I wanted to see her naked. She said theres already pics out there of her and if I ever found them she'd be at my mercy. She was kind of teasing but also half serious about it. The thought of having some pictures of her and then knocking at her door just drives me nuts. Which is why Im always here looking.

The invisible foot is the foot that white people have on the necks of blacks, Native Americans and others. It is called invisible because whites say they do not see it.

Race in America, a brief history: whites knocked blacks and Native Americans to the ground, beat them up, took their money and then put their foot on their neck. At first the foot barely allowed them to breathe. Now they can breathe more freely (what whites mean by, �It�s not as bad as it used to be.�) but the foot is still there. In what follows I will take just the case of blacks to keep it simple.

White people deny the foot is there:

They see the foot in past but not the present. So blacks must be imagining it.
They say blacks were not knocked down � they have always been down.
Or they were knocked down so long ago that no one alive can be blamed for it and, besides, blacks should have got up already! If they have not, that just proves there is something wrong with them. Maybe they were just born that way. Or maybe their Culture or Values are at fault. Certainly not any foot on their neck.
Oprah and Obama and other blacks standing up proves there is no foot on the necks of black people. Whites do not need to change a thing. Blacks just have to try harder! If they are good at standing up then they can go to a private school that will teach them how to stand up! So there is hope.
Jews and Asians are standing up, so what is wrong with black people?
They say blacks are just as evil - even though there is no black foot on their white neck.
The press sometimes runs stories on blacks who are lying on ground. They almost never say anything about the foot � or bring it up just to wave it off. Lying on the ground has little to do with white people.

Whites wear special glasses: Super Duper Racist Spectacles Tinted with Moral Blindness. Wearing these special glasses they cannot see the foot.

That money in their pocket? It just kind of got there by accident. Or through Hard Work. Or Free Markets. Or some other lie their parents and teachers taught them to say. It certainly did not come from blacks and natives: look at how poor they are!

Some blacks want at least part of the money back. They call it Reparations or something. But giving back any of it is Impossible. Besides, living a lie pays so much better.

But out of the corner of their eye, where they can kind of see how the world looks without their glasses, they sometimes see the foot. And deep down they know why they keep it there: They are afraid that if they remove it they will be knocked down, beat up, robbed and have a foot on their neck.

I knew about my son`s cuckold relationship thanks to acquaintances. We all belong to the BDSM community. I was having none of it. Although I had always been very dominant with him, I expected he would behave like a man with his wife, not to let her step over him like he did. That´s why I always spanked my daughter in law, to get her to know her place.The worst part was the identity of the “bull”: a SWITCH (ie, someone who can be both a dominant AND a submissive, depending on the circunstances, therefore, NOT A REAL DOMINANT) whom I have dominated several times at BDSM meetups, without sex. Imagine my frustration when I realized this poor excuse for a man, whom I have had literally kissing my feet, was topping both my son and daughter in law, pretending to be an “alpha male”. So I tried to talk him out of the picture in the next meetup. First, I tried to reason with him, to no avail. Then I used my daughter in law as a whipping girl, but this just turned him on even more. So I appealed to his submissive side just by ordering him to end that relationship, to which he said this wasn´t my business. I threatened to reveal to both of them who he really was. He didn´t respond, so I backed him against a wall, slapped him across the face and had him opening his mouth so I could spit inside. After he swallowed, I touched his boner and commented how aroused he was getting with my mistreatment, as a reminder of his true role. He looked at me a bit scared but didn´t cave in. My frustration grew even stronger when my son told me he was planning to get my daughter in law pregnant from their “bull”. I knew they wouldn´t believe me he was a switch, so I arranged a meetup with the four of us, so they could see it by their own eyes. Upon arrival, I told him I was going to spank him and ordered him to strip naked. After a moment of hesitation and looking to the three of us, he obliged. They couldn´t believe their eyes. Then I did the same to my DIL. Then I took the two of them, broken and naked, to my bedroom and told my son to wait outside. Once inside, I sat on the bed and told my DIL to sit in a chair, kiss my feet and take off my heels. While she did, I fondled her body (I´ve always had a bi streak) and taunted her about how I had “her bull” wrapped around my finger now. Then I took off my dress and underwear and told her to lie on the bed. She looked at my naked body with a mix of jealousy and fear and shook her head. She knew what was coming. For a moment I thaught about ordering the “bull” to restrain her for me, but I didn´t want any more physical contact between those two, so, instead, I said to him “Don´t intervene, and don´t masturbate, just sit there and enjoy, this is between she and me, did you get it?”. My DIL couldn´t believe when he just answered with a very submissive “Yes, Ma ´am”.Despite being younger, she is a petite woman, so it was easy for me to push her to the bed and climb over her. She tried to resist and, to her credit, gave quite a good fight, but she was no match for me. I managed to pin her wrists against the headboard, plant a kiss on her and trib her to orgasm. Then I threw her, had her lying flat on her back and sat on her face. I ordered her to lick me to orgasm, which she did. Meanwhile, I taunted her about how much she enjoyed the tribbing and how much “her bull” was enjoying the show. When I came, I told her to sat on the chair and watch how submissive was “her bull” on bed. I had him handcuffed to the bed and told him he couldn´t cum without my permission, to which he only responded “Yes, Ma ´am”. I straddled, scratched, slapped, spat, smother and had him begging to be allowed an orgasm. He obliged like the good submissive he actually is. When he cum, I had my DIL clean up the creampie from my cunt, something she did with my son as part of their cuckolding practices. When she was done, I told her to spit the cum on “her bull”`s face. She did it without hesitation and with a lot of rage. I was having the time of my life, so I told her to feel free to take out her frustration with him, just like I did. She straddled him and spent a good while slapping his face, body and balls and calling him a wimp and a fraud. As you can imagine, I encouraged her to continue. Not only she ended that fake relationship, I ended up turning him into the cuckold he actually is in the following months, having him watching me with other men while he only watched, and performing degrading acts just like he did to my son. And then I dumped him, too. These days, either he performs as a submissive or switches with other fake dominants like him. No one has taken him seriously as a dominant since that day. 

I confess that I enjoy seeing other perverts out in public places. Often, they are so easy to spot and are so obvious to what they are doing.

I see a lot of these guys at the mall. They sit in strategic locations to try to look up girls' skirts. So many of these girls are so oblivious to what is going on.

New York City is filled with guys like this and they are all over the place. I have seen guys taking pictures of girls and following them to start at them.

Does anyone else find it intriguing to see guys do this stuff?

I met a girl a few years ago that i can’t take out of my head.We were in our early 20’s and we met at a bar .
She asked me if I wanted to go at her place for a last drink.
After the night cap she invited me to sleep at her house (in reality at her parent house that were gone at their cottage for the weekend) and told me I could sleep in her bed only if she was in it at the same time.
She was not the most beautiful girl , she was the curvy type and I like more the slim type but I decided to accept the invitation for the night.
We had sex for most of the night and I got back home early in the morning.
She reached me later that day to offer me to go hiking at a nearby trail in the afternoon and went for dinner at the end of the day. She was pleasant to talk and somehow I had a
pleasant weekend.
The next weekend I go back to the same bar as the previous weekend and she came to chat with me.Shortly after she invited me to go to her place to talk in a less noisy environment. When we got home we sat on the couch and she kissed me right away and I think when she saw that I was starting to have a hard on she took my penis out to her mouth for a few seconds and stopped to take off all my clothes and took her clothes off and just sat on my penis that just slipped easily down deep inside her while saying I have been waiting all week to have you in me again.
Her pussy was dripping wet and she was passionately going up and down over my penis within minutes I felt her coming hard and she got off my penis without me having an orgasm but she kept me hard alternating slowly and gently with her hand and her mouth on my penis( felt more like a tease ) for a minute or two and she jumped over me again and rode me to a big orgasm. Wow
On my way to the bathroom she tells me to join her in the bed after. While I am washing my friend a bit I hear a buzzing sound nearby through the closed door
Coming into her room , she had an old electric shaver in between her leg using the vibration of this noisy shaver on her clit and I shortly heard the big moan of her orgasm. Within 15-20 minutes it was her 3rd orgasms. With her it was never enough which was very pleasant as she was very generous with me.
After when we got more intimate , I would give her a clit orgasm and than an orgasm by penetration and right after she would masturbate her clit again while I was relaxing for another round.
Eventually we went out together for about 2-3 years.
At her parents place , the house was 1 floor plus the basement , most of the time during the evening we would go down in the basement to watch TV ( sometime her younger sister would join us but not always) while her parents would stay on the 1rst floor living room. At the beginning when her sister did not come down , she would put a blanket over her and ask me to masturbate her under the blanket while her parents were upstairs , I would just gently massage her clit until she quietly had her orgasms. One night her younger sister came downstairs quick , we were surprised as we did not hear her coming and my fingers were already massaging her clit. She gave me a look that met to not stop as she was close from orgasm. I think that her sister had figured out something as she almost came down every night downstairs to watch tv when we were there. Since my girlfriend was very unsatisfied to not get her usual evening orgasms , she eventually explained to her younger sister ( she was maybe 2 years younger ) that she was getting masturbated by me during the evening , that she could come downstairs every time she wanted with us as long as she did not tell the parents.
She could stay there as long as it remained a secret and that she remained quiet.
So I tried to be as discreet as I could masturbating my girlfriend under the blanket while her sister was sitting a few feet from us supposedly watching tv.
When leaving their house often late at night I would use the basement door. One night shortly after I left their house , I noticed that I forgot my wallet on the coffee table downstairs so I drove back to her house going back through the basement door that was not locked to discover my girlfriend sister legs open masturbating.
After talking to my girlfriend about it she let me known that her sister was getting horny watching us on the couch. My girlfriend told her that she would let her sister masturbate quietly under a blanket in the basement if she got too horny watching us.I think that she felt bad for her
I told her that I did not think that she would do it as she would be intimated to do it in my presence but I was wrong about 2 weeks later she came down with her blanket and masturbated for the first time. I guess it runs in the family as after that evening her sister masturbated profusely when she came downstairs and I think that knowing the sisters were masturbating beside each other they got even hornier . Eventually I tried to see if we could try a 3 some but my girlfriend objected strongly.
Only once she took my penis out to show it to her sister that had been bugging her to see it only once.
Shortly after seeing it we saw movements under her blanket and an orgasm face that she tried to hide.

These two sisters were just always horny.

These was never a dull moment with this ex.

I do not know if writing about this experience of my life will help me forget her or it will only make it more present in my mind.

When I was 18 I ventured to the seedy section of Boston called the Combat Zone. I heard all the sordid stories of prostitutes and strippers as well as the crime and how rough it was. I was curious to what really went on down there so one night I skipped out on my friends and headed into Boston to check it out. I was 5'11 long blonde hair and weighed 135lbs. I had on jeans and a t-shirt and definitely peeked the interest of a few men as I walked down the street. I was new to sex with girls and had never had sex with a guy. I knew I wasn't gay or anything like that. I walked by a few strip bars and some adult book stores and came to one that looked interesting. I didn't see anyone in the store so I went in.

As I walked in I was stopped at the counter by the clerk who asked me for my ID. I gave him my drivers license and he laughed and said sure kid have fun. I was very young looking. I was 18 but I looked closer to 14 or 15. I walked up and down the aisles looking at the huge collection of porn magazines and sex toys. When I came to the back of the store I saw another section called Peep Booths. I asked the guy who was sitting at the desk what it was. He asked if I had ever been to a peep show before. I told him no I hadn't he said well its a bunch of booths inside where a person can go and watch some porn videos. I asked how much it was and he said $3 minimum. I gave him a $5 dollar bill and he gave me my tokens. He said go inside and find a booth and enjoy. I took my tokens and walked inside. It was so dark I could hardly see my own hand in front of me. As I walked along I felt hands grabbing my cock and ass. I kept moving not stopping. I walked up and down through this maze of booths and came to one that I thought I would try. I went inside and locked the door behind me and put a token in the machine and the video started playing. As the video played I could see in the booth and noticed a hole on one side of the booth. I looked down and saw a man in the other booth obviously jerking off. I sat up on the chair and watched my video. When the time expired I put another token in.
I then heard a knock on the door and a man said open the door please. I thought it was the man from upfront but when I unlocked the door a black guy pushed his way inside and told me to be quiet. I was very scared. He asked why I was there and I said I was just watching a video. He asked me if I sucked cock and I told him no I was straight. He laughed and said that doesn't mean anything. Lots of straight guys suck dick. I then noticed that he had his cock out. It was very big. Much bigger than my 5.5 inch cock. He told me to suck his cock. I told him I didn't want to. That's when he took out a bottle and said here sniff this it will make you feel better. I didn't know what they were. I asked and he said they were called poppers. I took a sniff and all of a sudden I felt so lightheaded like I was high. I had no control and I went to me knees. The guy then took my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. Suck it he said. I didn't know what to do my head was spinning. I began sucking his cock and I could taste his salty precum. He was holding my head shoving his black cock deep into my throat making me gag. First time my ass he said. You're a natural. I was starting to get my head straight when he stuck the bottle under my nose and told me to sniff it again. I did and it all started again. My head was spinning. I felt helpless and was doing what he told me to do. Then I heard him unlock the door. I saw out of the corner of my eye the door open and could see 2 or 3 guys standing there watching as I sucked my first cock. About 5 mins later I felt him pull my head closer and he shot his load into my mouth and told me to swallow it. I was choking and trying to swallow but it was too much. I spit some out and it landed on my shirt. He let go of my head and I sat there on the floor looking up. Then he got out and another guy got in. He took his cock out and told me to suck him. Feed him some poppers I heard a voice say and the bottle was placed at my nose for me to inhale. I knew what to do at this point and inhaled. Then opened my mouth to take this new guys cock. He was also black and very fat. I sucked his cock and he came rather quickly. Another guy came in and said he wanted my hole. I was pleading for him to not do it. But he pulled my pants down and spun me around and told me to bend over. I did and he again fed me some poppers. He said this will make it better and I felt his cock press against my virgin asshole. I wanted to scream but my head was still spinning and I felt him enter me. I couldn't believe all of this was happening to me. I felt his cock open my tight hole and slide in and out. His balls were slapping my balls as he thrust in and out. That's it baby take that dick. You like it don't you he said and I said no. Then another person held the poppers under my nose again. They were controlling me with these poppers. He fucked my ass and shot his load deep in me. When he pulled out I felt his cum run down my legs. He was then replaced by another and then another. In all I took 4 cocks up my ass and sucked off 4. They all left me there when they were done using me and I sat in the booth crying my eyes out. I was so ashamed and didn't want to leave. After about 30 mins I gathered myself up and walked out. Not making eye contact with anyone. When I got outside there were 3 or 4 guys standing outside and I walked past them. As I walked by they said good night sweet cheeks and all laughed. I felt like shit. I kept walking even when a prostitute asked me if I wanted a date. I kept that story to myself until just now. I now know this was my reason for becoming bi later in life.

Don't know how much of a confession this is or if it's even that exciting to most people, but it amused me at the time and at least it's real so I'll share it.

I was at the gym today and there was a woman on a treadmill that was wearing yoga pants that apparently had had the elastic come loose or something... Whatever it was, they kept sliding halfway off her ass. While most women would probably panic and go running out of the gym, she just kept going. Now and then she'd reach down and pull them up, but a couple seconds later they'd be right back where they'd started. And we're not talking about a tiny bit of crack peeking out of the top. I mean these things were halfway off of her. Between my love of asses and my enjoyment of public nudity, I was getting a kick out of it. I saw a couple people take notice, and even one dude pointing her out to his friend. I kept expecting her to get kicked out or something, but it never happened.

Needless to say it was a big distraction to getting my workout done, and I had to force myself to look away a few times just because I didn't want to get a big hard-on while I'm trying to lift. I actually think the hottest part about it was that she HAD to realize it and either didn't care or maybe even enjoyed that she was giving people a show. I love exhibitionists!

Beyond the Horizon

Part 1

One of the lessons you learn after years of driving is that at some point or another, you’re going to experience the pain of repetition and predictability. Even when I first started off on the journey, I never had a destination in mind. It’s like as soon as I sat down and closed the door, it was getting hazy. It’s apparent to me now that from the moment I turned that old key and fired her up I was totally unsure of to exactly where I thought I was going. Driving is one of my greatest pleasures. There’s a sincere innocence in the act of driving. I lost sight of much of that, and from time to time I wasn’t sure if I was even in control. From a certain perspective the relationship between the machine and it’s controller breaks down, and it can become objectively difficult to distinguish which is driven by which.

To be fair, the warning signs were all over the place. It felt like I couldn’t go more than ten seconds without some sign, a precaution, a rule, a rule of thumb, a word of advice whispered in confidence. I always did my best to be a responsible driver. For the longest time I did my best to obey all the rules of the road, back before I knew better, or perhaps until I thought I knew better. Experience is the greatest teacher, not to mention the harshest. It’s common knowledge that to learn from experience makes even the worst decisions worthwhile. Sometimes it’s simply the only thing that one can take away from the curveballs so often thrown one’s way. The problem for the unwise lies in working out what lesson the accused is to take away from his crime. For the introspective the problem is rarely not seeing the problem at hand. They can even take precautions to make sure that one accident is never repeated, by not repeating whatever lead to disaster the first time around. For the experienced, and by that I mean the scarred, the disfigured, those drivers who possibly still hurt every waking day of their lives, there are an entirely different set of problems, regardless of their ability to learn from past experiences. The problem faced by the salty, by the ones who well and truly drove around that block more than they care to admit, is the inability to disengage from what they think they know best, and in doing so they find themselves sat exactly where they were before they even released the handbrake. One cannot escape his past, cannot escape the stupid things they did. But to make matters worse, they begin to see that so many of the reflective, glaring, fluorescent signs they are bombarded with as they hit the highway begin to contradict each other. They blur, they all look the same, sound the same. It seems impossible to follow one highway code without breaking another. At first, one particularly thoughtful individual might find, there seemed to be one over-arching Way. The irrefutable Tao of the road. The one true way. I miss that idea. I’ve reached a point where no matter how hard I try and see things as I used to, either I changed, or the rules did.

And so those rare unfortunates may find the signs begin to undermine each other. Slow down, but speed up. Be cautious, but never so more than you’re being brazen. Make sure to flaunt every last thing you have and haven’t ever done, because nobody likes It when you brag. And so experience fails you. It begins to lie to you, and even when you’re aware that there is clearly deception afoot, you become a man looking at a map with no reference as to where in the fuck they actually are. It’s at this point in my career as a driver that I also realised that for all the years I had been driving, I could not remember where I was going. I knew that I had been driving for a very long time, and I think at certain points I had stopped off at places, and I still remember the people I picked up. Some of them drove with me for the longest time. I always liked having passengers, but sooner or later, the destination is reached, and the journey has come to an end. But I digress. At a certain point, I found myself lost. It was the worst kind of lost, in that not only did I not know at all where and when I was, but in that I had totally forgotten where I had originally intended to go. I could not even remember at what point I had forgotten everything about myself. All I knew was in looking in the mirror, I was sure I didn’t recognise myself. I could not even describe the person who stared back at me. The Driver was a man about which you could say so much, but I’m quite certain that none of the obvious things you could gleam from that countenance were objectively correct. Nothing I’ve ever experienced has been quite so simple as that. First impressions are hard to resist, however. In a way it didn’t matter that I’m sure in some ways I recognised the Driver’s face, because from the moment I met his eyes with mine, I knew he’d always be a simple mystery to me, destined to be my enemy, the one who knew me the best.

He had the look of the man who has learned from experience as he lit that cigarette. The glow from the lighter revealed a face older and more weathered than I’m sure my own face was. He looked bad. I was certain he didn’t have the slightest good intention in mind for me, and yet everything in his eyes and in the tone of his voice struck me as sincere and well meaning. He spoke to me as if he knew me. We’re on the road now aren’t we? I’ve always loved these warm nights, the heady smell in the air. He grinned, and his eyes lit up. I suddenly felt thirsty. Thirstier than I’ve ever felt in my life. There was adrenaline coursing through my body now, and most of my worry had suddenly receded. As he rolled down the window, an old and child-like excitement crossed his face, as a child who is told on Christmas day that the best present has been saved to last. What does it even matter where we’re going? The pleasure’s in the driving. It’s also in the uncertainty. We passed a strange scene by the side of that long road. This struck me because until now it had all been so blank. There was a cow being led down the road by two men, one in front, and one following up from behind. We passed so quickly that the image struck me as an old black and white picture would have, fixed in my mind without the suggestion of fading. It was like some grim scene from a foreign abattoir, and I felt my spirit drop, knowing where the cow’s destination lay despite all his ignorance. He looked complacent if not slightly confused as to his predicament, being lead by his handlers as he was. For some unknown reason, I honestly felt very sad for him. Then I laughed. Fucker should have evolved faster. I couldn’t but help show the slightest disapproval, even if deep down something in me knew it was true. It would be pretty much the same if the boot was on the other foot. Or hoof. You get my drift. I laughed again, and I wasn’t sure if it was humour or desperation I heard in that laugh. It sounded strange to me, but laughs always sound strange when you really listen to them. Everyone knows what a laugh means, but that shit can’t be found in any dictionary I ever heard of.

Hello

I am a married white female in my early 30's. I have blond hair and am what most men would consider to be good looking. My husband and I have been married for 6 years. I recently discovered he has been looking at Interracial Pornography on the internet. Almost exclusively black men having sex with white women. There seems to be an underlying theme of White Wives cheating on their husbands with well endowed black men, sometimes with the white husbands being forced to watch.

This was a very disturbing discovery for me. I was appalled and surprised that my husband has so much of this stuff on his computer and in his internet history. What's even worse is he looks at "cuckold" porn and many of the women in these videos have the same look that I do. Thin, white women with with blond hair and blue eyes. If you do not know what interracial cuckold is, it's pornography where a white man watches his wife wife have sex with a black man. The black man always has a much larger penis and the white man is verbally and physically humiliated by his wife and the black man. Why does my husband look at this stuff? Is it possible that he is thinking of me while he watches it? Why would he fantasize and masturbate to thoughts of me with black men?

As I found this pornography on my husbands computer, I began looking at it more and more. My husband doesn't know that I know about his fetish. It began is detective work to find out what turns him on and what he spends his time looking at.

I was raised in a racist family in the south and was taught to stay away from black men. I have never been with a black man. And now here is the even bigger problem.

It's beginning to turn ME on as well. When I was looking at my husbands computer there was one picture of a blond girl that looks a lot like I do, with a very large black man. I was shocked and excited at the size of his penis. I hate to admit it because it makes me feel so ashamed, but I masturbated that night while viewing the picture. I didn't want to, but I was so turned on that I felt like I couldn't stop myself. I felt dirty afterward but it was just the beginning of my addiction.

Now I've began viewing these interracial picture of black men with with women on my own computer. These fantasies are dominating my sex life, and I've lost interest in having sex with my husband. Just the sight of a black mans penis seems to get me going and I can't stop thinking about it. One re-occurring fantasy I have been having is being "taken" by a group of 5 large black men. When I go out in public and see a black man walking by, I think about him sexually even if my husband is by my side.

This is an intrusive fantasy that has been affecting my marriage and sex life. I would like to know what I can do to stop it, and get my husband to stop looking at it as well.

Julie called last night to tell us she was engaged. We both saw it on Facebook but she really wanted to tell my wife. The fiancee was headed out that night on a business trip and she wanted to go out and celebrate. So I became designated driver. Bar talk was the typical "what's been going on over the past 2 months". Sort of weird since everyone sees everything on Facebook these days. At some point it turns to our old jobs (we all used to work together). Then we get to the stories. Blah blah blah. At least my cokes were free since I had the keys. I was about 6 cokes in, 3hrs later, and pretty sure both women were blitzed. My wife kept giggling, which made Julie giggle, and the cycle would just repeat. No one slurred words, so I was hoping the hangover would be mild. I told the bartender to watch them for a moment, grabbed the keys, and moved the car near the door. With his help I got them both in. They could walk, I was just being overly cautious. My wife wanted the back seat. She got in, buckled, and pretty much laid down for the ride home. Julie took the passenger seat and we were off. I figured since they were both blitzed we'd just head to our place. Julie could crash on the couch and we'd take her home in the morning.

Like I said both women were pretty blitzed. My wife was asleep within minutes. Julie giggled a bit more, looked back at my wife, then put her hand on my lap. She rubs back and forth a couple times and then says my wife's a lightweight. I tell her she's blitzed too and she giggles even more. Her hand slowly goes from rubbing to unzipping. I start to protest and she giggles a little more then leans over. Rubbing, to unzipping, to stroking, to kissing, to sucking. It took 30 minutes to get home, she drained me in 20. I actually had to pull over on the turnpike before I went. She worked me so hard, every last drop, then sucked while she played with my balls to make sure I had none left. The whole time my wife was still passed out in the back.

Julie's little snack seemed to sober her up a bit. She giggled some more, told me to blame everything on her being drunk. I guess she had a crush on me but she was my wife's friend at work, and we'd already started dating. When we got home helped me get my wife out of the car. I laid my wife on the bed and Julie said we should undress her. She'd hate to ruin a dress with vomit. It took some drunk ballet but we got the dress off. Then Julie spread my wife's legs.

My wife told me years ago that she'd never been with another woman. Julie just couldn't resist. I sat on the edge of the bed watching her slowly go down on my wife. She was drunk, out cold, but Julie was on her knees working her just as hard as she'd worked me. When Julie started to get up I stepped behind her.

She knew it was coming, and giggled as my fingers teased her first. Pounding any woman when she's bent over in a hell of a visual. Pounding your wife's best friend, while she's eating your wife, that's almost too much. Even though Julie drained me earlier I knew it wouldn't last but I was determined to make her go first. Soon enough she was moaning, my wife started softly moaning in her sleep, and then I felt her shiver. Once I was certain she was going I decided to go for the gold. I used a wet finger first, then slowly worked my way into her ass. Her moans changed. I could tell she wasn't expecting that. So I pressed her head into my wife's snatch while I pushed harder into her ass. I'd wanted to give her a facial, but getting it in her ass was all I could handle. She purred as I drained my second load.

Obviously I'm typing this up this morning. Julie and my wife are still passed out and it's a little after 1pm. We'd all called in sick. Thinking about it I think it was a setup. My wife would never agree to a 3some, and Julie didn't seem all that blitzed. If it wasn't a setup then it sure seemed like it. If it was, then she got more then she expected!

The following is not real. Some of you know have known me will recognize some of the people, but this is not how this actually happened. People suggested I try writing something else so here you go.

So, Im going to be straight up for a second. I think about fucking everyone I meet. I think about how they would feel under my hands. Or how I could make them cum. I think about what kinky stuff they might be into. Is the fat old charge nurse into anal? What would that paramedic do if I asked him to piss on me? Would the clerk that checked me out at the store rim me if I went down on him?
All of these and more race through my mind. Normally I push them out of the way. Sometimes I dwell on them, and try to find out. And that’s how it was with my father in law.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. Joe and I had just started dating and we had gone to his parents house. My future father in law (lets call him Frank) was a runner. Not just recreationally. He liked to do marathons and shit like that. As such, he was in amazing shape. Athletic and slim. His muscles were well defined under his skin, and he had the sharp facial figures like a sculpture. His hair was still black, aside from the gray that had begun to appear at his temples.
To be fair, I was in shape then too. More than one, actually. They were just circles of various sizes.
From that day forward, I wanted to fuck him. I wouldn’t say I was obsessed, but I did think about it often. I was still occasionally fucking Joe’s brother, so I would find myself comparing their cocks. Joe’s wasn’t small, necessarily, but it lacked his brother’s girth. I began to wonder what it would take to get Frank to fuck around on his wife. He had raised one son to have an intense moral direction. Joe doesn’t like anything I like in the bedroom, mostly because he finds it degrading to me.
On the other hand, his other son was a complete dirtbag. He was the one that came on to me first. To be fair, I kept it going after the wedding, but he could have said no. What kind of a guy fucks his brothers wife the day they leave for their honeymoon?
So what kind of guy was Frank? One of his sons was an outlier, but which one? And then what kind of woman would not only entice him to cheat, but to fuck his sons wife as well. It was the kind of challenge I rose to. I had to find out. It would be quite the accomplishment, fucking all the men in a family. Well, aside from mine, I guess.
It would be a process. A long one. Find out if he would cheat. Find out if he would cheat with a fat girl. Find out if he would cheat with a fat daughter in law. Finally find out if he wanted a whore or an angel. I could do either, but angel was temporary. I would see him pretty regularly, once week or so, more often during the summer. He had a pool, you see, and Joe loved to swim.
So I got to work. First step was to see if he was even interested. I waited until the next time we went swimming. That would be a few weeks away, so I contented myself through masturbation that mostly involved him and my dad tag teaming me. By the time we were actually going, not even these clit sessions could tide me over.
I had thought about doing a two piece, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I settled on my one piece. It would be sufficient for this. The changing room was their bedroom, and it had a sliding glass door that led to the pool. There was a curtain to pull to cover it. I thought about leaving the curtain open, but there was never a time when he was the only one in line of sight. Disappointed, I headed to the pool to join the others.
It was while swimming that I saw my first opportunity. The pool itself was a saltwater pool, and at one end was a hot tub fixture that overflowed in a waterfall into the pool itself. Frank was standing by the waterfall, talking to Joe, who was in the tub. I dove under the water, and while I swam to the waterfall, I adjusted by suit so that I had a nipple peaking out. I wasn’t able to be sure, and I didn’t want too much to show, but it was a gamble.
I rose out of the water next to Frank, my left nipple exposed. I slid up next to him and asked what they were up to. Joe couldn’t see my tits from his position, No one else would be in line of sight if I turned towards Frank. Slowly, with the waterfall falling on me, I turned towards him and asked him what he was drinking.
He looked to me and opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes went right to my tit. I held my breath. Would he say something? Would he freak out? Would he just stare?
The latter. As he responded to me, I slowly exhaled the breath I had been holding. His eyes were flicking between Joe, me, and my nipple. I was looking him over too. His chest had a small v shaped patch of graying hair, his nipples sat flush against his body. His neck was ridged by firm tendons and muscles. Fucking hell he was sooo hot. Joe began moving toward the stairs so I dipped down and fixed my suit.
I swam away eagerly awaiting my next chance. I was optimistic about this thing for the first time. Pushing the envelope and taking chances were such a turn on for me that I was spent the rest of the swim time rubbing my clit hidden by the water.
We caught eyes a few times after that, but he didn’t really betray anything else. A plan took form. I would be the last to get out. I would go into the room to change, and somehow entice him in there once I had stripped out of my suit and covered myself. Then, a quick flash, or something. I wasn’t sure yet.
As luck would have it, Frank and I were the last two. Improvising, I got out and piddled around outside until Joe had finished changing. I went in, and began to look around the room for something to give me an excuse to get him in here. I had to hurry, and act while he was alone in the pool area. If anyone else was there, they might come instead.
It didn’t take long. There was a hamper in the bathroom for towels, but Joe had been Joe and just piled them on top of it. Under the pile of wet towels, it might be missed. I stripped out of my suit, and wrapped myself in a dry towel. I rushed to the door and looked out. He was still alone, but he was out of the pool.
I slid the door open. “Hey Frank. Where do I put my towels?”
He looked at me in the towel, and flipped his head to the main doors into the house, possibly to see were everyone was, then back to me. “I-In the bathroom, Claire.” He said.
“I looked I don’t see it. Can you show me?” I asked. Deliberately I looked down. His wet trunks clung to his body. It wasn’t hard to see the outline of his cock, hanging flaccid, along his body. It was hard to gage, but he looked bigger than either of his sons. I let my eyes linger, then went back to his face. I bit my lower lip.
Wordlessly he started towards me. “Thanks, Frank.” I said, retreating back into the room before he got there. Now what? I thought to myself. Just dropping the towel would be a high risk high reward situation. If he reacts poorly, it might be impossible to say it was just an accident. Instead, I sat on his bed, facing the bathroom. I spread my legs, leaving the towel on, but parted just enough.
He came in and stopped. My breath caught again. For what seemed like an eternity he stared at me. He smiled slightly, but it was gone as quick as it came. He moved to the bathroom.
“Oh.” He said as he rounded the corner. “Fuckin’ Joe.” He said. He leaned down to begin picking the towels up. He turned his head to me. His eyes right between my legs. I know he could see my pussy. “Does he at least put thigs away at home?”
I just shook my head, looking at him. He looked away and stood. “Well, there’s the hamper. You can put the towel in there.”
I stood, bent over to grab the wet one I had used, and walked into the bathroom, passing him in the door way. I turned sideways, ass to him, as I slipped through. I stuck my ass out, and brushed it across his groin, feeling his bulge as I did so. I dropped the towel in the hamper.
I turned to Frank. He was staring at me. “Can you hand me my clothes? They are on the bed.” His face was red as he turned and proceeded into the room. As soon as his back was turned, I went for it. I dropped the towel. He returned and stopped as soon as he saw me. “Thanks.” I said. And I took the clothes. He stared at me. At my tits. My pussy.
“Claire, I-“ he began. I closed the door.
Fuck. I needed to cum. I heard the door slide open and then close. I thought about his cock, I thought about him pinning me in the doorway and forcing it into me. I wondered if he would try to fuck my ass. My fingers went to my clit. It didn’t take long before I was cumming.
After, I took stock of where I was. I had gone for broke. It hadn’t blown up in my face. And I felt like I knew he would cheat. I felt like he liked big tits, and I felt that he wanted me to be slutty. Maybe this would be easy.
I was wrong. The next few swim days he was noticeably absent. His wife had said that he was running errands or something like that. She never seemed bothered. I fucked myself after one day imaging he had told her and we were going to have a threesome.
The next chance would be an unexpected one.
It was Labor Day. I remember because I was off and Joe worked, taking the double time that he would get. Joe was already gone when I woke, and knowing that I would have 7 hours in the house alone had me wet thinking about who I was going to have over to fuck. I had begun to flip through my contacts when the phone rang, the caller ID showing it was Joes cell. My heart sank. He had to be telling me that he was coming home early.
“Hey, babe.” I answered, forcing a yawn.
“You just getting up?”
“Yeah. Whats up?”
“I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go into the garage and grab a tool and bring it to my dad.” He said.
I sat straight up. “Yeah I can do that.”
“Mom has the car and she’s out at my aunts. He told me not to worry about it, but hes been looking forward to this project for a while.”
“Sure!” I jumped out of bed as he talked me through the garage and the location of the tool. Once identified, I let him go, and began to plot my course of action.
He was clearly hesitant. But he couldn’t trust himself around me. He knew what the game was, he knew he would lose, and he was just trying not to play. I needed to be able to get him to the table.
Clothes would be key. It was a little cooler, too cool for shorts, but leggings would work. No panties. The top would be a little trickier. My tits are huge, H Cups. Braless wasn’t an option, but I had an ill fitting balconette that let the tops of my areolas pop out if I positioned it right. A white camisole and light black sweater completed the outfit. I checked myself out in the mirror. A quick tug on the camisole brought a hint of areola into view. Perfect.
I went out to the truck, threw the tool in the back and headed off to my in laws house. The whole ride over there I had the butterflies in my stomach that were my vice. That anticipation of something new and different. The pushing of boundaries, the taboo of the act, the risk of getting caught. All were combining to give me a high that nothing else could touch.
By the time I pulled into the gravel driveway, my pussy was aching. As I rolled to a stop, I realized I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do. I had been so preoccupied thinking about fucking him, that I hadn’t even bothered to think about how I was going to do it.
As I got out of the truck, Frank came out from the side of the house. He was in jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt. Sawdust clung to it. He stopped when he say me, but then continued on.
“What are you doing here, Claire?” There was a tinge of anger. Good.
“Joe told me you needed this.” I went to the back and pulled out the saw.
“Yeah I told him not to worry about it.”
“Well he worried.” I passed the saw to him.
He looked me up and down. “Tell him thanks.” He said and then turned with the saw and headed back to the house.
Fuck. This wasn’t working. I watched as he turned around back. He was resisting, but I saw it in his eyes. I know that look. Seen it in plenty of men’s eyes. I pulled the black sweater off, threw it in the truck, and headed off in his footsteps.
I rounded the corner and saw him in his workshop. Formerly a detached garage, he had turned it into his hobby room a few years ago. There was a piece of wood on two stands that he was measuring. A few stools and chairs littered the perimeter of the shop. When he saw me, he stopped and sighed.
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“Claire, why are you here?”
“Im bored.” I said, biting my lip. “Joe is at work, and hes not as entertaining as he could be even when he is home.
“W-well I got a lot of stuff to do here, and I’m not going to be entertaining anyway.” He returned to measuring.
“Well, anything is better than being alone at the house.” I found one of the rocking chairs and sat in it. So far, so good, but I was running out of moves. The silences persisted for a few minutes while he measured and marked different pieces of wood. Then it hit me. I had a plan. All I had to do was wat for my opening.
It didn’t take long. After about 5 more minutes of silence, he left to go inside to get something. I took my shot. As soon as he was gone, I jumped up and headed for the pool. Flipping the cover on the control panel, I flipped the tub to on. I raced back to the shop, and I stripped off all my clothes, placing them in the chair I was sitting in. I then raced through the brisk air to the tub, where I slid in.
The water was ice cold. My nipples immediately hardened. The water coming from the jets was warm, but still, my teeth began to chatter. I prayed the water would heat up quickly.
I heard the side door open. He was heading back into the shop. It didn’t take long before he rounded the corner. I waved at him. He slowly walked over.
“Claire. What the hell are you doing?”
“Entertaining myself.” I said. I made a show of pushing my hands down to my pussy. “Since you wont, I have to find something to do.”
“This ain’t right, Claire. Theres something wrong with you.”
I smiled and closed my eyes as my fingers slipped inside me. “Mmmhm.” I moaned in agreement. “Very wrong.” I said.
He watched me finger myself. He didn’t leave. I went all in. I stood and began to walk out of the tub. The chill in the air brought my chattering teeth back. “I’m going to go into the house and Im going to be entertaining myself. If you are bored, you should follow me.” And I headed for the sliding door.
I entered, thought about the couch, but decided against getting it all wet, and went to the floor instead. I got down on all fours, ass in the air, and began to play with my pussy. I rubbed my asshole too.
I heard the door open and smiled. I had won.
I rolled over and lay on my back. He stood over me. He began to undo his jeans and I moved to my knees. “You are going to love this, Frank.” I told him.
I was eager to finally see this cock. As his jeans fell I reached up and took his boxers in my hands, I pulled them down.
It was wonderful. Bigger than either of his sons. A good 6 or 7 inches, if I have to guess, but thick. His balls hung in a sack covered in gray pubic hairs. I opened my mouth, and licked the length of his shaft, my eyes locked with his. From the tip to the base, and then back again. He began to grow. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Using my mouth, suction, tongue, suction, tongue. He grew to an impressive level of fullness in my mouth. I pulled it out.
“Gag me, daddy.” I said before plunging down on it again. This time I felt him hit the back of my throat and the first gag began. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he held me there. Oh yes. He wanted a whore. I’d give him that.
He let me up and I pulled back, rubbing the slime covered cock on my face. “You are so much bigger than Joe.” I said.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said and he forced it back in my mouth. Another round of gaging began. When he let me up from it, I went back to his balls, letting the cock lay across my face. I licked and gently sucked each ball, and then I moved lower. He moved back. He looked at me confused. “What are you doing?”
Poor bastard. He’d never been rimmed. I smiled. I stood and undid his shirt. Once off I sucked and nibbled at his nipples as I walked him back to his chair. He fell down into it. I returned to my knees and the blow job. Building up a good supply of saliva, I worked down to his balls again, and then to under them.
It was clear he had been working, but it turned me on even more. Lower and further I pushed, my tongue searching for his ass. I could hear him moaning. I reached up and grabbed his cock. Mainly to keep him from jerking it and cumming too quick. I finally found it. I thought about how wanton and whoreish I was being. On my knees, with my tongue on my husbands fathers ass.
“Fucking hell, Claire.” He moaned. I pulled out.
“Betty doesn’t to that, does she?” I smiled.
He shook his head and stood up. It was his turn to take control. He turned me around and began kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. I felt his cock pressing into my back. He reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy. I felt him pushing me down and over. I resumed my position on my knees, my shoulders and head on the carpet.
“Fuck me daddy.” I said.
“Where?” he asked
“Anywhere you want.”
“Does he do anal?” I shook my head no, preparing for the possibility that I was about to take a pretty big cock in my ass. “Just my pussy.”
I felt the head at my ass. I reached back and spread for him. “Yessss, daddy.” He began to push in. I gasped when he first popped in. We had no lube, aside from my spit, and he was bigger than any I had been buttfucked with in a while. I let my cheeks go. The pain was reaching my threshold. I took my other hand and went to my clit, hoping to off set it.
That seemed to work. The searing pain became more bearable. “Im a whore. Im a whore. Im a whore.” I began to repeat to myself reminding myself that I wanted this. He began to slid in and out.
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Frank?”
“Call me daddy.”
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Daddy?”
“Not in a while.” It turned me on even more that Betty used to take dicks in her ass.
“Pull my hair daddy.” He obliged as he began to pick up speed. He had the stamina I expected from a runner, as well as the endurance.
He was pounding my ass now. My own fingers had brought me to the point of climax. I screamed as the cum took me, clinching my ass around his thick invading cock. I fully expected him to cum. But he slowed down. Not wanting to hurt me as my ass was clenching, he slowed, delaying his own satisfaction.
As soon as I subsided, we resumed the fucking. His relentless assault on my body. I couldn’t wait to have him fucking my pussy like this. “Im gonna cum, Claire.” He exclaimed.
“Do it daddy. Cum inside me.”
With a shudder he did. With each pump he moaned and shook. I couldn’t feel him cumming, but I knew it was a lot. I only felt it as he fell out of my ass. He fell next to me, catching his breath. I moved to my side and snuggled up next to him. “Good?” he asked me.
“Better than both your sons.” I smiled.
He looked at me shocked for a moment. Before he began to smile, letting his head fall back to the floor. “Wow. You are a whore. But you are an amazing fuck.”
I smiled and looked down at his cock. The cum coated it, but it didnt look bad. I leaned over and took it into my mouth. He looked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion. I felt his cock twitch a little in my mouth.
I pulled off it. “I want you to fuck my pussy next.”

Here is a legit confession for you arm chair psychologists. I am a male in his 30's and have known since I was 14 that I was a pedophile. I have never acted on these desires in fact I have never even been with a woman. I have been with men, but I don't consider myself gay since with men my attraction is purely physical. All my romantic interests have been in women even if nothing ever came from them.

Back to the pedophile issue. When I am looking at porn of a young girl legal or not if I find her attractive I more often than not do not find myself fantasizing of doing things to them. I am often wishing I was them. This extends not just to young girls but women as well. Now when it first dawned on me that I was having these feelings I thought well maybe I am truly gay and not just bi as I had previously believed, but even when I find myself wishing I was a particular girl that I happen to be watching. I am still not really imagining any real romantic connections with men. I don't know I am just all sorts of messed up I guess.

Confessing to something that happened around 20 years ago. No pics, just my recollection of what transpired. There was a Gus Macker tournament about 30 minutes from my sister in laws house, which would have saved my buddy and I a 3 hour trip in the morning. Our third lived downtown near the tourney and being married and having kids didnt have the room for us to spend the night. My wife asked her sister if me and my buddy could stay at her house and she was good with that.

Sister in law was divorced at the time and not dating. This is where it got funny. I told my buddy he should hook up with my sister in law. I described her and he said he wanted to see her first. Unknown to us, my wife and her sister were talking on the phone and my wife said you might like the other guy staying with you. (My wife told me this after the tourney). I'm 6'3 my buddy is 6'4 btw. When we got to her house she made a great dinner for us and bought a bunch of beer, like more than we could drink.

After dinner we were sitting outside on her deck chilling and the 2 of them were getting to know each other and she got up to use the bathroom and I asked him what he thought of her. He told me he'd let her suck his dick, so I was figuring I'd be watching movies later while they fucked. By 10pm we had drank more beer than I realized and headed inside. She put some music on and we were drinking and talking about basketball etc.

Dont remember what song came on but my buddy was dancing around the living room and acting like an idiot. He got me to join in and we tried to get her to get up and dance but she wouldn't. A slower song came on and he finally got her to dance, they weren't close but they were on their way. I got up to take a piss and grab another beer and when I came back with 3 beers, they were making out. I walked over and was like hey hey enough of that and laughing.

I came up behind her and put my long arms around her and my buddy and I was joking around and said group hug. They just kept on kissing and I started pressing against her ass. I could see his hands squeezing her boobs outside of her sweater, so I started squeezing her ass. She didnt do anything so I tried moving my hands up to her boobs but his we're still there. When he felt my hands he moved his and I was able to get 2 handfuls of her boobs. Checked her bra later and she was a 34C.
The fact she was letting us both play around with her made me a little bolder, so I moved my hands up and under her sweater and unhooked her bra. Felt both of my sister in law boobs for the first time and couldn't believe this was happening. I started lifting her sweater and told my buddy check these out.When I got the sweater to her shoulders she put her arms up and let me lift it over her head. My buddy was looking at me like dude this is your sister in law and I looked back and nodded.

After her top was off he started sucking her boobs and I remember she had her head tilted back and I was kissing her neck. I told my buddy to switch and he got behind her and my sister in law was like I cant believe I'm doing this with you. I started sucking her boobs and I think he had his hand between her legs because she was moaning a little. He reached around and unzipped her shorts and she was like I shouldn't be doing this with both of you at the same time and then she looked at me and said especially you. He slid her shorts and panties down her legs and she stepped out and they resumed kissing. I wasnt sure how far this go but wanted to make sure at least he got something out of the deal. I was just happy I sucked her boobs and felt her ass.

I think I remember telling him to show her his cock and when he pulled his shorts down they said something to each other and she got on her knees and started sucking him. So while she was sucking him we're looking at each other and trying not to laugh. I stepped to the side of them so I could watch and jerk off and I was impressed on how much cock she could swallow. After a minute she looked over and saw me jerking off and went back to sucking, but would glance over once in awhile to check. I was trying to hold off but it was kinda hard and my buddy goes why dont you take care of him as well. She stopped sucking and wiped her mouth and said he's my brother in law and something about it getting weird. He coaxed her into just taking the head and she did but then she started taking all of me just like she did with him. We were high 5 ing and she was like dont do that so we stopped. I thought he would let me cum in her mouth but her grabbed her arm and they started walking to the bedroom.

I followed them and she said something to him and I did hear him say, just this once. In bed she started off sucking him so I licked her pussy and ass from behind. After a few minutes we switched and I laid back and let her mouth go to work. He got behind her and started fucking her and I was thinking to myself, this is the kinda shit I jerk off to. She was loving having 2 guys at the same time. She would stop sucking me for a sec and either moan or tell us she couldn't believe she was getting 2 big cocks at the same time. I wasnt sure if she would let me fuck her but she did. For the next hour we took turns letting her ride one of us while she sucked the other or spitroast her. He even let me have her a couple of minutes alone. Eventually I came in her which was a fucking rush and she swallowed his load right after.
She slept between us in her bed that night and we were so tired from messing around we slept until the alarm went off. Next morning I woke up and she was sucking him so I got behind her and started licking and fingering her asshole. We won the 30-34 age that day and went back to her house to celebrate. As a reward she let us DP her. Kinda long but had to give all the details.

Mail Order Bride: My Experiences
This is probably going to be a long read.
I'm not sure if anyone on this site has delved into mail order brides, but if you've got the money and you're lonely - it's not the worst thing in the world to do. I've always had several fetishes for oriental and even Russian ladies. So after grieving for a few years after my wife left me for another woman (yes, that fucked with me in so many ways), I decided to try the dating scene. I'd make matches, sometimes even hook up with the lady but nothing really ever clicked enough for me to have a long term relationship with the women. It was date, fuck, on to the next. It got old fast and I was looking for something more, looking for a woman that was actually in to me. So one day I decided to try it.

The sign up fees are stupid and can range from $70 - $200 a month depending on the package you select. I figured I'd make quick work out of it and find someone I was interested in and exchange personal information with them. SO I signed up.
A lot of these girls look like 10/10 models - they all have professional pictures taken and I was like "well I just got scammed, they're all fake as fuck." Seeing all of these flawless women was a bit of a turn off for me - being in my late 40s, I knew I wasn't a bad looking guy but these women - all of them were way out of my league and I had my doubts, especially because I know a majority of them are after citizenship. I felt like I made a big mistake.
I contacted a couple of the ladies, usually didn't get a response. One day I logged in and this very attractive Filipino lady left me a message, just saying "Hi. Saw your profile."
I went to her profile and looked at her pictures, and just kinda shook my head.
I was talking to other women on there, but nothing really panned out. A lot of them barely spoke English.
So I chatted her up. I told her that we had an obvious age difference, and that I didn't know if she'd be comfortable with that. She replied back, "Most Filipina ladies like older men, it's kind of a cultural thing. I like older white men."
So we hit it off. We decided to exchange personal details and I called her up and we'd talk on Skype too. We'd laugh, joke, and just talk about everything under the sun - including her past relationships. She was engaged to be married but the guy got another woman pregnant and the marriage was cancelled. She talked about some of her boyfriends being abused and drinking all the time. She told me about her parents and how she moved out of the house at a young age and supports herself by having a masters degree in economics and works in Manilla and helps with city planning. We talked for months and months. We'd get intimate on Skype, she'd start fingering her pussy, moaning that she wished I was inside her.
"When are you coming, or should I come visit you?" she asked.
My heart raced. So I made plans to take off work for a week and fly out to the Philippines. It's a long flight and I couldn't even sleep - but when I got on the ground I got off the plane, and went outside the airport and called her. She was waiting for me and saw me standing by the road, and honked her horn. She got out of her car and ran up to me, gave me a great big hug and kissed me on the lips. Holy fuck she looked better than her pictures, she could have easily been a model. I loaded my luggage in her car and hopped in the passenger seat. I'm used to order, at least somewhat order - but driving in the Philippines scared the ever fuck out of me. It was very unnerving. From nice paved roads to roads cratered with massive potholes then to dirt roads - we finally made it to her small house that she was renting. We talked all the way to her place, I was so shocked I finally got to meet her - because I didn't feel like it would ever happen.
I was nervous and didn't want to push myself on her, I was worried that maybe I was ugly to her in person.
We got inside, and she made me feel right at home.
"You must be hungry! I cooked this yesterday for you, I'll heat it up, and I'll get you some tea!"
She spoke perfect English, with a small accent from Tagalog.
I told her not to worry. I felt a bit nervous - all the discussions we had, all the cybersex we had - I felt out of place.
She called me over to her small little kitchen table and had a plate prepared for me, with hot peppers, fish and some other ingredients. I have no idea what it's called (even to this day).
"You said you like spicy babe," she said smiling.
I took a few bites. My mouth was on fire, tears ran down my face.
"Holy fuck!" I said, "It's perfect."
She giggled, and her small firm chest bounced at bit. She caught me looking.
"Now now, there's enough time for that later. You still think I'm attractive right? I was so worried that you wouldn't think I'm attractive... "
I looked at her, "You're beautiful, absolutely stunning. Of course I'm attracted to you - physically and mentally. Hopefully I'm not ugly to you..."
Her eyes widened, "Oh, you're fucking hot dude, I'm still very interested in you!"
So we watched some TV, she obviously was horny, as I held her hand she guided me down her shorts to reveal a shaved and dripping wet pussy.
I haven't had sex in a long time. I didn't last long at all. Just how tight she was, how perfect her body was, and how beautifully she looked right into my eyes while I was inside her. I felt her touch my soul so deeply.
"I always imagined this moment, just like this..." she said, smiling.
"Oh, I thought I'd last a lot longer than I did, it's your turn to cum..."
She moaned as she played with my cum dripping out of her swollen pussy. Her fingers spread her dark brown pussy lips aside, showing a beautiful pink inside, as white dribbles of my sperm leaked onto her couch.
My mouth found her small supple tits, licking and sucking - I worked my way down to her dripping shaved pussy, and started massaging her clit with my tongue.
She moaned and grabbed a fist full of my hair, pulling me closer as her hips moved back and forth as I ate her out.
"I'll always be yours, I love you..." she moaned.
"I love you too," I said taking a quick breath.
She began to buck and moan, "Fuck..." she whispered, releasing my hair from her grip.
"I'm not going to want to leave you here," I admitted.
It got late, we ate dinner and went to bed. We fucked again before falling asleep.
We were to lovers who seemed obsessed. She took the week off of work so she could show me the sites around Manilla.
While she took me around to see the sites, something popped into my head - "just marry her already."
I went into a jewelry store by myself (she had errands to run) and got her a nice engagement ring.
The next time she took me out on the town, there was this big beautiful fountain (not sure of the name of it) and I got down on one knee.
"You bring so much life to me, my mind body and soul would ache without you being in my life, will you marry me?"
Her eyes widened, and she looked right into my eyes. There was an uncomfortable silence which seemed to last for an eternity.
"Of course I'll marry you!"
People around us clapped and congratulated us.
I didn't know how easy it was to get married in the Philippines. It's almost like Vegas but without Elvis overseeing your vows.
We fucked every single day, sometimes twice to three times in the same day. We discussed that she was going to quit her job and move with me to the USA. So I helped her pack a lot of her stuff in boxes and we mailed the boxes to my address. She talked to her landlord who owned the property and told them she was leaving at the end of the week, so she can move to the USA with her husband.
The landlord congratulated her and wished her well.
I've been married to her for 15 years and she is still the most amazing woman I've ever met in my life.
We've had 2 kids together and her body snapped right back into shape. She's as beautiful as ever. A timeless beauty. So yeah. Sometimes those crazy mail order bride sites actually work.

A few years ago I worked with this delicious slut in a medium sized office. About 75 people worked there, 10 or 12 in the attached warehouse, the rest desk jobs in the office area up front. She sat in a cubicle across and beyond the wall from mine. Blonde, tan, about 5 foot 3, 120 pounds maybe. Big, perky fake tits and a tight little ass. She knew it too. Always wore outfits a bit too tight or revealing. The kind of girl who spent her time on boats and at the beach, always in the sun, always flirting. She was such a tease.

I liked having time to myself in the office, to get things done without others around to interrupt, so I would normally come in very early, get there 530 or 6 AM. That would allow me at least an hour, nobody else in the office came in before 7. A few warehouse guys, but they stayed in the back. One morning I'm at my desk about 615 and I hear this incredibly loud sound coming from one of the cubicles across the wall. Startling and LOUD. I walked over to investigate, and my little office fantasy, let's call her Julie (not her real name), had left her cell phone on her desk, and the alarm was going off. I managed to turn it off, shaking my head at the noise. I was about to put it back on her desk when I thought, I wonder what kind of pics she might have....

Her phone had no secure lock screen, so it wasn't hard to explore. I found her galleries, checking over my shoulder that nobody else was coming in. Mostly boring shots of her dog, some flowers, pinterest type crap. Scrolling down, scrolling, and then - bingo.

A series of selfies that were clearly meant for someone she wanted to fuck. licking her lips, pouty smiles with her hard nipples through a thin shirt, on her stomach with her beautiful ass in the air, and more. They progressively got more revealing. Her ass in boy shorts, then her bare ass. Wearing just a bra, then full exposed tits. they were amazing. playing with her nipples, then her in front of a mirror in only panties, then no panties covering her pussy with her hand, then legs open and her finger tracing her slit. I was rock fucking hard. I checked again to make sure I was still alone, then pulled my cock out and did what any guy would do, stroked myself off to her pics right there in her cubicle.

When it came time to cum I shot my load right on her chair. She never came in before 9, it would dry before then, and I could spend all day getting hard knowing she would be sitting on it.

I wanted to send myself the pics, but she would know I did. So I hooked up a USB and transferred a ton to my hard drive. She had so many more. Then just in time, I put her phone back and returned to my desk just before a co-worker came in.

Fast forward to the next morning, alone in the office, my cock out, stroking to her slutty pics. I printed a few, full color on the office printer, and shot ropes all over her. I must have done this every day for a week. I would throw the photos away after, buried beneath other trash. So i thought at least.

After about a week of this, I came in one morning to find one of my cum stained printed pics of her on my desk. No note, nobody there, just the pic. I was freaked out. I was caught, and going to get fired. I picked up the photo to destroy it and found underneath, another photo of her, one I hadn't seen before. Tight sweater, tight pants, fuck me smile. Written underneath the photo was "do this one next".

I wasn't sure if she had found it and it turned her on, or a creepy coworker found it and took a pic from her facebook or something, but it was exhilarating. I made sure I was alone, grabbed my cock and pumped a huge load all over her slut face. Then I put it in the trash the exact same way as the day before. Neither she nor anyone else said a word about it that day. I was extra sensitive, trying to figure out who did it, nothing.

The next morning when I arrived at 530 my heart was pounding. I walked to my cubicle, almost couldn't breathe. When I turned the corner there was no picture, just a post it note. "check my top drawer - J". It was her. My cock was RAGING before I even got to her desk. When I opened her top drawer there was an 8 x 10 photo of her, spread eagle, sucking a cock while using a vibrator on her pussy. Below it said "when you're done leave it where you found it, xo"

I could not believe this was happening. What a filthy slut! What an amazing place to work! I edged and stroked for about 20 minutes, and pumped a fat load all over her. Then I left the cum covered photo in her drawer. A few hours later she arrived at work. Our area was pretty quiet overall. She walked by my desk, which she didn't have to do, and said good morning, in a very flirtatious tone. A moment later I heard her sit down, put her bag away and open her desk drawer. Then clear as day I heard her moan just a little, and close the drawer. I was immediately hard again.

We did not speak about it. Not at all. There was this understood secrecy about what we were doing, not a hint of it during the work day, no communication. But each morning that week I would check her drawer and find a new photo, and cum all over it. Thursday there was no photo, but a pair of panties.

I sniffed them as I stroked, her delicious pussy all over them. Then I stroked with them, and decorated her panties with my spunk, and put them back in her drawer. That morning, when she got in, she called over the wall to me, "can you come here for a second?". I was so nervous, and so aroused.

Her cubicle was situated with the opening facing a corner, so you couldn't see into it unless you were standing right at the entrance. I walked over, not even trying to hide my erection. There were two other people in the room at that point, about 15 feet away. As I reached the opening and said good morning, she turned in her chair and said good morning back. She was wearing a pencil skirt, which she hiked up just a bit, and opened her legs. She then slid off her panties, and handed them to me, and said "I think these are yours". Then she retrieved the cum soaked panties from her desk, and put them on right in front of me. She then turned around and began working. I almost lost my mind.

I put her panties in my pocket, and walked back to my desk. I pretended to work, but all I could do was replay that exchange over and over in my head. After an hour or so of that I couldn't take it anymore. I went to the bathroom, sat in the stall and began stroking with her panties. I decided to take a short video, about 5 seconds, and text it to her. My heart was pounding as I pressed send. I continued stroking there in the stall until about 3 minutes later she texted back, a 5 second video of her rubbing her pussy at her desk. I watched it on a loop until I blew, right into her panties.

The rest of the day was somewhat normal, we didn't talk, but we both it seemed continued to fantasize about what happened. Then came Friday morning. I arrived about 545. It was routine now, get my coffee, go check her desk for today's stroking material, and bust a huge nut before getting to work. Except that day there was no photo, no panties. Nothing. I walked back to my desk disappointed, and then I saw the post it note on my monitor. "You should check the conference room".

The conference room in our building was big, with a floor to ceiling glass wall that faced an open field. About a dozen chairs, screen, large oval table, standard stuff. It was at the far end of the building. The lights in the main area were still off, nobody was in yet. The conference room door was closed, which was odd. I was so nervous as I reached for the handle. I turned and opened the door, it was dark. As I flipped the first light switch, which activated a soft , low light in the center of the room, I could see her at the head of the table. She was wearing another skirt, hiked up. Her legs were open, and she was playing with her amazing pussy. I entered the room, shut and locked the door behind me, and walked towards her.

"I want you to watch" she said. So I sat down in the chair next to her, and watched as she made herself cum right in front of me. She was a total exhibitionist. Really put on a show. After she came, I got down on my knees, touched her legs for the first time, held them open and ate her pussy like a maniac.

She was pulling me into her, grabbing handfuls of hair, moaning and saying filthy fucking things as I tongued her deep and thorough. She must have came 3 times before I stood up. I was barely upright before she was tugging and pulling at my belt and zipper with both hands, staring up at me the whole time. She lowered my pants, peeled down my boxers and my erect cock bounced up, almost hitting her face. She took it in both hands, stroking it slowly, and proceeded to give me an incredible blow job. One of the 5 best in my life.

She did everything - slapped her tongue and lips with it, rubbed it on her cheeks, kissed, licked, sucked, cheeks caving in, moaning, saying dirty, dirty things to me as she inhaled my engorged cock. I was so close to cumming. She had taken her top off while sucking me, so her gorgeous tits were out for me to enjoy.

She then stood up, bent over completely at the waist, and laid her naked upper body on the conference room table. She reached out with her hands, laying the palms flat on the table, and pointed her incredible ass towards me.

"Do whatever you want" was all she said to me. And I did.

I dominated her. Fucked her slow and deep as I held her neck, pressed my chest onto her back. I whispered incredibly erotic things into her ear as I pumped her full of my pulsing dick. She gushed on me. The edge of the table was soaked. I flipped her around and fucked her that way for a minute, then pulled her onto my lap in a chair, then put her up against the glass wall, then bent her over the table again and pummeled her cunt until I blew, a gigantic load of cum, right inside her.

After a moment of us both gasping for breath, we began to get dressed. We straightened up the room, wiped the table down, made sure we both looked presentable, and walked out into the main office area. Not 5 minutes later a couple of people arrived at work, and before long it was a normal day again.

That was the first time we fucked each other senseless at work, a tradition that went on for about 6 months, at least twice each week. But that first time, and the erotica that lead up to it, still the most amazing, dirty experience I've ever had.

I confess that I had sex with a married woman

I am 29 and she is 41. She looks amazing, and Im not talking about amazing for her age, she looks terrific. She’s very fit, about 5’4, maybe 50kgs (I think that’s about 110lb), a or b cups that are very firm which surprised the hell out of me because she has a kid, long blond hair, hour glass shape that I love, without carrying a heap of extra weight or any hail damage. She talks a lot. I mean a lot. Its part of her job to talk (no, she is not in marketing).

The two of us share a hobby that has us running into each other weekend or so. I have more of talent for it than she does, it may have all started when she was asking me about the strategies that I have, which I happily share with anybody.

I live and work away from home and for Christmas just gone I was going home for 2 weeks and wouldn’t be back till jan 3rd. Just before I left quite a few of us were out and about for her birthday (including her husband). After quite a few drinks her husband left because he had to work the next day. After a few more she started dropping some subtle hints. Then her other friends left and the hints became not so subtle. After pretty well everybody took off but her and I, the most awkward conversation that I have ever had in my life started. She came out and said that she’s “attracted to me” and that her and her husband haven’t had sex in more than a year. Considering that we were both drunk we then headed to the back of the bar and started making out. After a few minutes we were kicked out by security and we both went our separate ways home.

It was only a few days later that I took off for home and I had assumed that by the time I got back that the whole thing would be forgotten about and that she would be over her little crush by the time I got back. We didn’t even have each other’s numbers so we didn’t even have any contact for about 2 and a half weeks.

About a week after I got back we saw each other and everything was fine. Nothing was awkward or weird and everything seemed to be back to normal. But at the end of the night she asked me for my number, so I gave it to her.

Then the txts started. It was really flattering. I am not a good looking guy and this spectacular looking woman was txting me about all sorts of things. First it was how we were going to meet up with our past time, then how we were going to meet up for lunch with just the two of us, then how we were going to meet up for drinks on Friday or Saturday night.

We had a few false starts. We had both been drinking, but I am a heavy drinker already and can handle a fair bit of alcohol before I start to go downhill, she on the other hand cannot. It has come to the end of the night and she has asked me back to her place despite the fact that it was after 3am and that her husband and young daughter were there. No matter how many time I brought that up and suggested we go to mine instead she constantly declined and I wasn’t going to push too hard. By coincidence we live very close to each other, about a 10 or 15 min walk. After about 30 mins of constantly trying to get her to turn the music she was playing down and get her to sit down next to me, the alcohol got to her and she started to feel sick, so that was the end of that. She went into her bed room and woke up her husband to help her into the toilet so she could throw up and I was out the back door faster than I had ever moved in my life.

The next week we got the cab back to her place again, about the same time of night and rather than go in, we stood out the front of her place and made out for about 20 mins, then I walked home.

We went out again the next day for an early dinner and finally she decides she want to come back to my place. But she hasn’t made up her mind yet on whether or not she wants to have sex with me. So we are making out on my couch with her shirt of and me completely naked dry humping until she gives me a handy to finish me off. That might sound shit to you guys but I had a beautiful woman give me a handy after not having sex for almost 6 months, and that last one was an ugly, ugly bitch.

Next weekend (Friday just gone) we are out again and very early she asks me if we can head back to my place, of course the answer is yes. It was pretty clear that it was going to happen. We are back at mine and this time it is straight to my bed we are making out for a long time with our cloths very slowly coming off piece by piece. She was wearing a light colour dress with lycra leggings, high heels and a push up bar. I have her dress and bar off again and her small but really firm tits are right in front of my face. She has these perfect nipples that have a really deep pink colour that is a really wonderful contrast to the light colour skin of her breasts. Im taking turns sucking on each one. After a long time I work my way down and for the first time I see her pussy. She doesn’t have knickers on under her leggings. I slide them down her legs and after a little trouble getting them over her high heels, which she never took off the entire time.

I start by licking her pussy which is completely shaved. She making moaning sounds and gently bucking her hips into my face as I go to town with my tongue. After about 10 mins of that she’s stopped me and started on my turn. It’s been a long time since I had a good blow job and it was just a really great feeling. I just lay back and enjoyed it for a while but it really wasn’t what I was after so I didn’t leave her there too long.

I ask her to lie back and ask her “are you sure you want this?” and she says “yes… but you have to put a condom on”. Ok, almost got away with it but its no drama. I put it on, kiss her on the lips and gently feel her pussy with my fingers to guide myself in. I push myself into her and she feels like a woman who hasn’t had sex in a long time. Im still kissing her but she stops and lets out a sigh. Shes soaking wet so I slide in without a whole lot of drama, without her feeling like shes a vag like a windsock.

It’s no surprise to me that she’s a screamer considering that she talks so much. I am on top for about 15 mins and I have her legs on my shoulders with her high heels sticking up in the air and our hands and fingers interlocked as I am going as hard as I can without going off. Shes stopped me because she wanted to put her legs down, so as I have rolled off her she has rolled on me, which is great news for me. I can last a lot longer when I am not in control of the motion. Shes have a great time on top of me grinding into me as she is scratching my chest with her nails and screaming loud enough for me to worry about waking up the neighbours, but not worried enough to stop or tell her to keep it down.

After maybe 20 mins she cums and drops down on my chest breathing very heavy. Her hair was in my eyes but rather than move or complain im just enjoying the feeling of me being inside her and weight on me.

After she has caught her breath she rolls off and pulls me ontop of her again. Shes telling me to fuck her harder and harder, and I am just smashing her has hard as I can while she is digging her nails into my back and I am pulling her hair (not to hard). It only takes me about 10 mins to cum.

We lie naked in bed for about an hour just making small talk. Despite the fact that I have had shit load of booze, she convinces me to give her a lift home with very little effort on her part. I didn’t see her for the rest of this weekend and she has already told me that she is busy on Friday night but wants to see me on Saturday.

I am still not sure how I feel about all this yet. I don’t know her husband as he doesn’t share this hobby that we have. The problems in their marriage are largely caused by his reaction to the financial problems that they are having. They have lost a lot of money in some bad investments and he has thrown himself into work and is completely ignoring her (or at least that is what she is telling me). But in all honestly, that sounds a lot like something that I would do if I was in that situation, I am a bit of an arsehole as I am sure I didn’t have to prove considering I just fucked another man’s wife. Its difficult to reconcile these actions of by say that he’s messing up his marriage when I have many of the same character faults (and evidently a few more).

I console myself with the fact that she made every single move from start to finish, which I am not saying excuses or absolves me from any blame at all, but at least I didn't set out to do this. Of course I could have and should have said not at every point along the way, but the feeling of a spectacular looking woman wanting to have sex with me is just too much to say no to. I have no idea how this will end but if at any point she decides that she wants to end it I will let it go without an issue. Hopefully I can just enjoy the ride for the time being.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I have no idea weather or not I will answer as I may or may not check back. Plus there are to many cum stains here saying "pics or gtfo" or "i'm the OP and I'm a fag" so there is a half decent chance that I will just never check back, but I might.

I'm looking for two videos. The first is at a coffee shop where this guy spikes the coffee to make his coworker horny and there's these other two chicks masturbating in the other room. The second video is two girls in a hotel room playing together, I believe they are like Australian or some such and they may be at a comic con because one is dressed as a green Lantern when they start

I love sniffing womens dirty panties. It started when I was a teenager. I used to get my little sister's dirty panties out of the clothes hamper and sniff and lick them while I jacked off. She was 4 years younger than me and I would have fucked her if she had let me.

These days if I see a decent looking bitch putting her laundry in a washer at the apartment complex laundry room, I'll hang out till she leaves, then, if nobody else is there, I'll open her washer to try to find a pair of panties that haven't gotten wet yet. I'll take them out and sniff them. My adrenaline is usually pumping because of the fear of getting caught doing this. Is anybody else out there a panty sniffer?

I confess that I'm 30 and I just enrolled in college to be around hot, young girls, especially freshman girls. Yes, I'm that pervy. It's not a Community College either; it's a large research university that I moved from home to attend with sororities, parties, and hot young girls running amok.

Growing up in a family that never really talked about or put much emphasis on college, I felt robbed of the college experience. Now, even though it's later in life, I'm glad I get to experience this. Even though I can't experience it to the FULL effect (i.e. I'm probably too old at this point for a dorm, or to join a fraternity, this is still pretty awesome.

I didn't really go for my education. I already have an okay paying job. I went because college girls turn me on, and I want to fuck them, lots of them, before I leave this joint - especially the young college freshman with their 18 year old smooth, hairless, and blemish-free legs with no line or imperfection separating where the leg ends and the asscheek begins.

Everything I'm saying is a true story. I have a class tommorow. This isn't some bullshit fantasy story that people always post on Motherless (i.e. I FUCKED MY DAUGHTER). I really did this shit for the aforementioned reasons.

So, my question to you, Motherless, is HOW DO I FUCK THESE GIRLS? College girls are supposed to be easy, right? Surely it must be possible that I could get one to fuck me. These 18 year olds are alone in their dorms with no supervision, correct? I know I can't just hang out in their and wait for them to pass. I assume a lot of the girls here are looking for sex, and there has to be something I can do to let them know I'm interested, but what?

OMG so I had these few dreams last night and now I'm freaking dying over here. Maybe I'm just repressed or a 'lil weird but this stuff makes me so antsy in the pantsy. Anyways (and I've labeled them by letter so if you have a comment you can just use the letter ^_^):

A. My wife comes home from work and says with a giggle, 'hey I met this really cute guy at work today and he was funny and really hitting on me. I liked it so I let him keep complementing me and he ended up asking me on a date!' 'are you going to go out with him?' I reply. 'Of course!' she smiles, 'and I wanna see where this goes and I don't wanna ruin any chance I have of getting some, so I'm not going to wear my rings when I'm around him.' I cringe, but inwardly my dick is getting hard, 'so you would let him...?' She looks at me like a lost puppy, 'well of course dear, this is a DATE and we had sex when I dated you, right? Besides, it's not like you satisfy me anyways, so he can just help you in that department.' The dream went something like that.

B. My wife comes home at a different time from the above story and breaks this to me, 'I'm pregnant.' I jump for joy, 'that's great dear! I'm so happy!' She looks annoyed, 'well don't be, it's not yours. I'm pretty much 99% sure this baby is coming out black. Remember that guy at work that likes me? Well I never really made him use condoms;' I look indignant, she continues, 'I know I know even though I make you use them. I just like the feeling of a guy's naked cock inside me and I LOVE the feeling when he shoots him cum deep inside of me. I guess this was inevitable...'

C. I'm working at target the day of this big concert at the local fair grounds and a group of about half a dozen teenage girls come walking in all wearing pleated skirts so short that I can see the panties on all of them poking out from under the skirts. They all have different tastes but one thing is for sure: first off, they are hot so I'm kind of attracted (obviously) but second, I'm really jealous b/c I want some cute panties like they have, and to look adorable wearing them, like they do... [as an aside] On top of that I had another dream a few nights ago where I was over at one of my kid's houses and kept trying to stealthily steal some of his sister's panties. What is it with me and women's underwear?

D. And all women's clothes for that matter! But honestly, I'm not sure what it is or why, but I REALLY want to suck on a hard dick, and get rewarded with a mouthful of cum... If I am watching porn, I see the guy getting close and the girl turns around and opens her mouth, and I may lie to myself and say that I wish I was the guy, or I may lie and say that I wish the girl was my wife doing some guy, but the truth is, I wish that I was THAT girl, getting fucked by some hottie and then swallowing his load while I'm dressed all girly. I cannot TELL YOU how many times I have thought about that conversation we had about what it would be like if I had a girly room all to myself and I was constantly dressed like a girl and you came over one day for girl-time, and I told you about this dreamy guy who was coming over soon, and so you help me with my panties and bra, and make-up so I'm super cute and then you watch when he gets there... OMG so HOT!! Can we talk about that idea again soon? lol I also like the idea of you and I dancing around in our panties together to some loud music before he got there and just having a crazy-fun time. *sigh*...

Okay, there they all are. I'm really worked up now. I hope you are too :-P

Throughout the ages especially on these last few years the economy has been going down. Job loss, layoffs either temporary or permanent, hours fluctuating from 0-40 and never being the same, or even just the higher costs of living that comes every year for prices are always rising and companies giving less.
And within these last few years some employers are looking into your credit report and/or credit score as part of your background check in order to even get the job. Why would they even need to know about your credit score in the first place if it's for wanting a job anyway? Credit score doesn't always mean dedication to pay bills on time, sometimes it is just the tough times where at first you were able to pay all your bills on time and after a while the jobs screw with your hours, your pay or even the job itself and you can't cut it anymore, therefore your score drops. Who wants to help put up a petition to make a law to pass where it is illegal for companies to look up your credit report/score just in order to get a job? Criminal history is one thing but how far are we going to let them screw us?

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.

Okay Guys ive been looking for a Video for years, to the point im starting to doubt it even exist.I feel like u guys are The elite at the porn-vid shit so show me what u got: The vid is of these 3 sluts fucking a bunch a random strangers ( actally seems legit too may not be but it does). It starts out on a bus or something and they starts blowing some guys. Then its in like a bar or club or something. The guys are like porn stars either there like old fat dudes in hiwian shirts. But they like hardcore nasty with everyone, letting everyone bust in there mouths. At one point one of the girls is riding some stranger on the ground and one of the other girls comes up to her sticks her finger in her ass while shes getting fucked, pulls it out and sucks on her finger. The girl who just had the finger in her ass thinks the camera man missed it and tells the girl to do it again. So she sticks her finger in her ass again, sucks it and then puts it in the girls mouth. That's only like a small part of the vid but its wat I rememeber most..... FIND IT GUYS! or at least tell me if it sounds familiar so I kno im not crazy lol

I have a confession, I have been having feelings for my neighbors daughter she is a sophomore in high school, so goes to a private school, and a majority of her friends are guys. I am 23. I have known her for many years and never thought of her in a sexual way. But I came home from work one day and she was outside with a few friends of hers walking down the street. I got out of my car and said the usual hello and how are you. She walked up to me and we had a casual conversation, when one of her girl friends said "He is a guy, why not ask him" So obviously I wanted to know what they were talking about when my neighbors daughter asked me " Is it normal that at school all the boys want to hang out with me even though I am not the prettiest girl in school." I told her of course its normal guys want to hang out with a girl they can relate to and not have to waste time with the girly shit and who is as beautiful as her. She plays video games, rides horses, kind of hippy-ish, plays sports. She has the most beautiful arctic blue eyes you will ever see and long blonde hair with amazing legs that come up to a perfectly shaped butt. So we continued to talk for a bit and her friends left. About ten minutes later her mom came outside and told her to come in, She looked at me and asked " would it be okay if I gave you a hug" I laughed and said of course you can. She hugged me for a good minute and as she was backing away from me she kissed my neck and ran her hand down my arm. Ever since that day I just can't get her out of my head.

And no I will not post pictures of her. I know her dad looks at sites like these and if he saw the pic he would know who I am , because we are good friends.

With all of the talk of drones and UAP, I'm prompted to write what happened to me on a lonely road a few years back.
I was driving, it was during the day and I saw something in the middle of the road just kind of hovering there. So of course I slowed my car down and stopped probably 100ft or more from this silverish saucer shaped craft. My car started acting strange and sputtered out, and with a brilliant flash of light there were these two beautiful blonde women standing in front of my car, seemingly caressing each other. They looked right at me, I felt nervous but also amazed at how gorgeous they were. I picked up my phone and snapped a picture - and that's all I remember. I have 4 hours of missing time - but I also have very erotic dreams of these two women which feel very real.
In the dream I'm on some kind of metal table, their hands glide over my body and I try to move but I can't. I can see and feel that I'm naked, and these two insanely beautiful women are smiling at me and softly caressing my skin. They lower some kind of device from the ceiling onto my privates - it's like a vacuum cleaner or something - but it instantly made me ejaculate in massive amounts. I came so hard it hurt - and I kept cumming, over and over. I was drained completely. They pulled the mechanism off of my cock, and one of them got a type of glass tube and collected the dribbling cum from the head of my dick.
I tried to speak to them, but I couldn't. In my own voice, in my head I heard "You're ok, relax," and I saw pictures of them kissing in my head too. So I kind of made the connection that they were a couple, that they were together - perhaps wives.
I laughed to myself, "lesbians in space abducting me..."
Then I got an image in my head of all three of us having an orgy, "we're not lesbians, we love all genders."
I got the impression from them that they could fuck me, but they wouldn't get pregnant from me if I came in them because my sperm somehow has to be "treated" in a certain way, but also that they were going to "treat" my sperm so both of them could have babies.
Then I wake up - it's a re-occurring dream. Sometimes it's a little different - but mostly it's the same dream. In a lot of ways I wish they would have taken me with them... because I'd rather be traveling the stars with two sexy babes than living on this shithole of a planet. I think their concern is that my emotional state probably couldn't handle it - especially since they're more mature as a species. And I know I'm making assumptions but it's like a 'knowing' - like I've been told this.
Anyway - it's just a story. Peace.

I confess I let an older guy fuck me when I was 16.

When I was around 15, I started going on chat rooms and chatting with older guys. I was not and still do not consider myself gay, but when I get really horny I get in this depraved sense of mind. I'd get horny doing something I think is otherwise disgusting. Anyway, nothing got me hornier than knowing these older guys wanted to use my ass. I loved chatting with married guys because I knew they were paranoid about keeping it a secret like me. I had a lot of depraved convos with older guys about fucking my ass and making me their slutboi. I'd cum, always feel mega jackoff remorse, close the chat, and usually block them.

At some point I built up the courage to have phone sex with some guys. I would get older guys to give me their number and call it with *67 so they couldn't call me back. Pretty much whenever I was home alone I'd hit the chatrooms and find guys to phonefuck me. I was usually pretty shy on the phone, but I loved when a guy was really verbal and would call me names, faggot, etc, while we were moaning over the phone. We'd cum together moaning in extacy and hang up right after. Despite my post cum remorse, I would always go back. At times, when my family was asleep, I'd take my phone and a jizz napkin in the shed behind the house in the middle of the night to get off like this. I get both disgusted and horny thinking about moaning "fuck me harder daddy!" to some old guy states away, in middle of the night, in my filthy shed.

So now to the fucking: One day, I start chatting with an 50 something year old married guy and I don't quite exactly remember why, but we ended up jacking off together from time to time on messenger. He lived a few counties away from me, but in the same state. I don't think we ever phonefucked, but at one point he definitely convinced me to get a webcam, and I would cam for him. We had many horny conversations about him fucking me in front of his wife, etc. I'd always cum on cam for him and feel that remorse, I never showed him my face though.

We started having conversations about how we should meet and fuck, and it was always just jerkoff fodder. We were both to paranoid to actually do it. One weekend when the family was gone for the day we had a pretty long edging session early. We both were in an extremely horny state of mind I guess, because we decided to go for it. We stopped jerking off, our balls full with cum, to save for our depraved encounter. We worked out a plan were I would take a bus to a point where he would meet me and we'd walk to a motel nearby.

The moment I walked out of my house my heart was beating like crazy, but I felt hornier than I ever have. I'd never even taken the bus before, but my horniness made me so willing to do anything. When I go off the bus I saw the him wearing the clothes he described. He wasn't ugly, buy he was certainly a man in his fifties, a bit overweight and stocky. When I walked up to him, we were both very nervous and just said things like "are you ready for this" and "I cant wait." I started getting so horny as we walked, I started getting so horny though, and started thoughing his cock through his pants. Probably not the best idea since he was 50 something and I was young, but I was horny.

When we got in the motel room, my heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. We took off our clothes and I lay on the bed naked. Keep in mind I was a complete virgin, only had a few fingers in my ass when I cammed for him, but was horny for cock. I had my first foreplay with this guy as we humped each other for a good 30 min. My cock was leaking at this point rubbing all over this hairy guy. We 69ed until I about burst and then gave him head while my cock softened a bit. I started pushing his cock on my tight asshole and we knew it was time.

He lubed up my ass with his fingers and slowly stretched me out a bit. It hurt and almost made me cum at the same time. He worked my ass with his fingers for a bit, until I told him to try to get inside me. He worked on a condom and dumped some more lube on his cock. I lay missionary while he started working his cock inside me. It was uncomfortable at first, but wasn't long before my cock was rock hard as his saggy balls slapped my ass. We started talking dirty. We didn't even know eachothers names. He moan "you like my cock boy!" and I responded, "fuck me daddy!"

He told me he loved me and I responded I love him too. I vividly remember this and making out while he fucked me. I confess my first kiss was this horny old man I met on messenger. He asked if he could take the condom off and I said fine. I didn't really understand how dumb that was at the time, but he was married I didn't think he had a std since he told me I was his first male fuck.

When he slid in me bareback, it felt so good. We kissed as he fucked me a few more minutes and then I told him I was gonna cum. A few strokes of my cock and I blew all over my chest and face with his cock still sliding in and out of me. Needless to say, I felt immediate disgust and discomfort. My cock got soft and I got quite but he just started pounding away harder. I'm not sure he fucked me harder because he saw I was uncomfortable and in pain and was trying to finish to get it over with for me or because the pain on my face made him hornier, but he pumped until he moaned "I'm gonna breed you boy!" Then stuck his tongue down my mouth while he pumped his seed deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his heart beating through me.

After a min or so he slid his beating semi out of my hole and just started cleaning himself up and getting dressed. I followed and there were few words after and we didn't look at eachother. We pretty much just dressed and I walked alone to the bus stop feeling dirty.

I blocked him when I got home and we never talked again.

Sitting here now in a state of bliss can't believe how yesterday evening turned out.Was sitting in the house not planning on going out when a family friend who had split with her Ex 2-3 yr ago phoned to say she had moved to a new place so wife and me decided to vist instead of sitting in.
We got there and she had packed the kids off to their Dad for wkend so after the standard tour of new house my wife and her started nto a bottle of wine none for me as I was driving and within an hour both of them were just a bit tipsy.
After a while me sitting like a gooseberry the 2 of them drinking and giggling away our friend got up to use the toilet and my wife came over to me and cheers wine she unzipped me and started to suck my cock which she will only do when she is tipsy and well on her way to drunkness with usual promises of sex when we get home ( normally goes home and falls asleep but hey a BJs a BJ) when our friend walked back in and without missing a beat wife suggested she could join in.
Now this friend i have known for 20yr and maybe back in our teens i may have wondered about fucking her but had'nt looked at her this way for a long time and Two my wife knows I fancy other women but needless to say case of look don't touch so for her to suggest was mindblowing even on it's own.
So to my suprise and delight she came over and kneeled down and my wife aimed my cock at her mouth and she started to suck me off and taking turns both sucked me till i came and joy of joys they turned to each other now lesbians usually don't do it for me when surfing porn but sad i know closest to reallife lesbians I saw before was girls kissing so when these 2 started to 69 I started to get a stiffie again and muscled my way in and started to suck the first tit to come near me and licked at both their pussies in turn and soon I was rockhard againand slipped my cock into the wife and when our wife started to beg for it wife told me to nail her so before I knew it I was balls deep in her plowing and plowing till I came again.
When I turned to the wife she had passed out so after a reward suck me and friend went up to bedroom and after i got ready again fucked her once more.
So back home now wife in bd sleeping me well sated now all I can do is see what tomorrow brings

I'm currently practicing my 'x-ray' skills in GIMP (Which is like Photoshop, but free)

Please post images that you think would look good x-rayed.

PLEASE READ: I am a beginner and I'm trying for REAL effects not fake boobs on a real picture, so keep these things in mind.
1. Bras and bikinis are usally padded, so if you don't see a hint of nipple, there's probably nothing anybody can do.
2. Strips, mesh, and other close-together patterns make it practically impossible even for people experienced at this.
3. If you see a bra strap, then you'll see a bra with x-ray. It's not as exciting as you imagine.
4. Pictures taken in dark rooms don't have enough light penetrating the fabric to bring anything out.

If you've read that and you still like the pic you've selected, PLEASE post it. I'd love to try.

(Also, I find that tiny teens work well, because they're less likely to be wearing anything to support their boobs.)

Take a look at these tits...more uploads on my profile. Let me know what you think working on getting her to take some more

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I know some of you won't believe me. But there are some decent looking pan-handler chicks out there. And some day once in a great while you may find one that is kinda hot.

Let me clarify, I live on the West so there are these young people usually between 16-20 that are like hippy urban backpackers, or "gutter-punks" (google it). Basically runaways.

Well, I've never done anything even remotely like this before but I've always fantasized of taking advantage of some slut.

My confession is that I was driving to WalMart and standing in the center divide was a shapely asian girl wearing tight pants and a little shirt showing off her mid-section. She had a cardboard sign that said "Anything Helps".

Her face was decent and she didn't look that dirty, but her hair was kinda matted.

I stuck my hand out of the window with a couple of quarters and she came down the line of cars to get them.

When she took them I smiled and said "Blowjob?"

She looked away and then down, but it didn't take her long to respond. I looked to make sure the light was still red and she said, "20".

I unlocked the passenger door and she got in.

"Let me see the money"

"I have to go to the ATM, I didn't expect to see you."

She agreed to go with me and we made small talk about how long she had been in town and I some how got her to agree to suck it first and then we would go to the ATM.

I didn't get the impression she did this sort of thing. Maybe I was hr first paying customer?

Certainly not her first blowjob.

We parked in the back of a near by strip mall where 2 out of 5 stores had closed down (a sign said 99 cent store coming soon).

I took out my cock and she looked like she was having second thoughts for a moment. I smiled and she put her mouth on it.

She was just kinda doing an OK job but it was a hot scenario and I was already hard.

After a few minutes of letting her do it herself but not really getting close to cuming, I started to pump her mouth, not too long into that she wasn't keeping her head down so I forced her down into my crotch as I pumped her face. I could hear her gagging and she started to buck but I said "I'm almost there, hang on" and she relaxed a bit, gasping.

It was about a minute of this, her bucking and making a "glub glub" sound with me holding and pumping hard into her mouth that I came.

She made no attempt to swallow and my pants we all slimey with a mixture of drool / spit and cum.

When she came up, her eyes and nose were red like some one that was just crying really hard.

I said "That was good", relaxing from the release of my load and still hard.

She, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket said quietly "you're an asshole"

I said "you did a good job"

She leaned back in the chair not looking at me and just said "fuck you" pouting.

I was still hard but it was going down and I decided to put my cock away, grabbing some left over fast-food napkins to wipe up her drool mess on my pants.

While I'm doing this she said "I want my money now"

Now, when I picked her up I had full intentions on paying her but when the thought crossed my mind to gyp her out of it, my dick instantly became hard again.

I smiled and said "I don't have my wallet".

She got pissed at this point and was all like "what the fuck, I fucking hate you" saying she was dumb and should have known better, kinda was crying, so I gave her the rest of the change in my cup holder which was mostly pennies but some dimes and quarters - at the very most 5 or 6 dollars but it could have been only 4.

She looked at me with such spite after I emptied the cup of change into her hand, some of the coins were sticky with soda and there was a paperclip and some dirt and a couple screws.

I said "thanks, it was good" and she just opened the door and said "fucking asshole" quietly.

From there she walked off.

The sun had been going down and now it was late. Too late for her to panhandel any more that night.

I drove away and just saw her slowly walking through the empty back parkinglot with her head down. My guess is she's sleeping in the little hutch with the dumpsters behind the store tonight.

Am I a bad person?

When I was arround 14, I went every week-end to my father's house who was married to his second wife.
My stepmother had a girl from her fist mariage, she was 13.

One of these week-end, I woke up in the night, needing to pee, so I went to the bathroom.
I was about to go back to my room, when my step-sister came out of her room.
I was naked, and had a huge hard-on instantaneusly. She took a good look at it, and went into the bathroom.
We never spoke about that moment.

Not until next summer. That summer we went to her uncle, on his boat. We had to sleep in the same room on the boat.
During one of these nights, I had the opportunity to see her cunt, full bush ! Again I had a huge hard-on...
I touched her, after a while she woke up. First she was afraid, not willing me to touch her anymore.
But we started to speak about that night, and I didnt cover my cock, wich was harder and harder.
Finally she wanted to touch me.
We only touched each others, but we didnt kiss...
I tried to make her reach an orgasm, but I was unexperimeted, and she was not willing to let me in her, but she was wet and salty as the sea.
I came on her quite fast on her stomac, she was the first ever wanking me. She found it disguting.
We never spoke about those moment since then.

I confess to engaging in my favourite pastime, abusing vulnerable hookers.

For the last two weeks I have been really saving it up. Not touching myself, literally taking cold showers when the urge gets almost to the point of being uncontrollable, the mornings are the worst!

Last night I decided to indulge myself, I am starting a two week vacation, after working five weeks straight, so I was feeling it! Of course I would like a tasty, upper middle class, shy, innocent type. But for the stuff I like to do, this is not going to happen, not unless I want to go to prison. So I am forced to settle with my next favourite, vulnerable whores. Where I live, there are plenty to choose from, some of them are not all that bad looking.

I found this one, small, skinny, cracked out,whore. I discreetly flashed her a 10 dollar bill, that got her to shuffle over to me. We went back to the shit, ( I am not joking ) $15 a night motel I rent when I engage in these kinks. I always pay cash, and always leave the clerk a nice tip. I think he too often partakes the same kinda kinks I do....

Once inside I tell the whore I have sixty dollars with her name on it, so long as I can get just a "tiny" bit rough. I pride myself on being upfront! Like the greedy, drug addicted, crack whore that she is, her eyes light up at the prospect of an additional $60 on top of the $10 I already gave her, so she agrees. This entire time my personality is very blunt, but polite, it soon changes.

As I am now rock hard, and just humming with anticipation. After she take the cash I strip her down, then literally start throwing her around the room! Its great cause she is so small and light, and you would be amazed at how much you can get away with so long as you keep talking to her the entire time. I have found that while blunt, brutal, physical acts like slapping and choking are fun, its even more fun to engage them in conversation while you do it. Make them answer questions about how worthless they are, and make them realize that no matter what happens here tonight, too bad. There will be no police involvement for a piece of shit whore like them. No justice, no fall out for me.

Of course I always wear a hat when I fuck em, but don't worry when I use my fingers to explore their two intimate holes, getting them to lick my fingers afterwards of course. I always finish off load by forcing them to open their mouths and shooting my cum inside. Its best when they flinch, and gag at the taste!

(Parody of The Night Before Christmas written by Clement C. Moore)

T'was the fright before Christmas. No one upset me
With a big bowl of popcorn, watching TV

I stretched, gave a yawn, settled back in my chair,
In hopes that St. Nicholson soon would be there.

The children were lying awake without sleep
They'd seen all his movies. He gives 'em the creeps.

I'd cued up Cukoo's Nest with my trusty remote,
To the part where he had all the nuts in the boat.

When out in the yard there arose such a noise,
I turned off the TV to see what it was.

And what to my wondering eyes should approach?
But the Los Angeles Lakers and Pat Riley, their coach.

The limo was racing; the team at it's heels.
That's when I saw him the man at the wheel.

He ranted and cursed. Waved round his swizzle stick.
And I knew in a second it must be Jack Nick.

More rapid than the Celtics, these Lakers they came.
He screamed like a madman and called them by name:

'Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott and Kareem
On Cooper, on Rambus, and the rest of the team.'

Down the chimney St. Nicholson came with a groan.
Then he brushed off the soot and said, 'Honey I'm home!'

He was wearing a trench coat. With beer it was stained.
And shirt clawed to shreds by Shirley McLaine

He had a fat face, and flabby beer belly
From too many trips to the bar and the deli.

'It's tough when an actor becomes fat and lazy.
I only get calls to play weirdoes and crazies'

And middle-aged has beens with washed up careers.
But I'll fix 'em all and play Santa this year.'

And with that he buried his head in the sack
And said, 'Let's see what you get from your old buddy Jack.

'A hatchet for Daddy,' he reared back his head,
'To scare all those little buggers upstairs in bed.

'And a stiff drink for Mommy, in a nice tall glass.
She could really use something to kill that bug up her chimney!'

With a wink of his eye and a twist of his face,
He threw all the stockings into the fireplace.

What could I do? What could I say?
What would I wear on my feet Christmas Day?

I asked for a reason, and turning his head,
He looked straight at me, and here's what he said:

'Why? Do you wanna' know why? Do you really wanna' know why, Pal?

'I'll tell you why. When you're out Christmas shopping. You know, doing your little Christmas things with all your little Christmas friends, spreading all that Christmas cheer with those stupid Christmas songs. Did you ever stop and think of picking up a little something for old Jack, huh? Did you ever stop to think of what Jack might like for Christmas?

'You know, Jack, from the movies, up on the big screen? Pouring his heart out, giving it everything he's got, day in and day out, just trying as hard as he can to bring a tiny little bit of sunshine into your miserable, little hum-drum lives. Did you ever think of good old Jack, huh, for a second? No, not once! Maybe old Jack just wasn't that good, huh? Maybe I wasn't good enough in The Postman Always Rings Twice. Acted my guts out for you in that one! Cuckoo's Nest, The Shining, Witches of freaking Eastwick, Prizzi's freaking Honor! All for you pal, just to brighten things up for ya!

'Not good enough though is it? No, you want me to brighten up the Christmas season too, huh? Isn't that what you want, Pal?

'Okay, let's make things real bright around here! What do you say we decorate the tree? String up these pretty lights here! Oh, she's looking brighter already! Why don't we take this cute little angel and ram her on the top branch huh? Ha ha ha! How about some gasoline for the whole freaking thing? I mean let's make her just as bright as she can be! What do you say we light her up, and chuck her through the old picture window here, huh, pal? No sense in having a tree as bright as all that and not giving the neighbors a chance to see, don't ya think, huh?

'There, aren't you glad old Jack stopped by? Huh, huh, huh? Ha!'

The flames towered brightly in the cold wintery sky,
As he made for his limo and bade his goodbye.

And an age may unfold ere I fail to regret
That visit from St. Nicholson. Which I'd sooner forget.

But I swear by the goose bumps upon my skin
That I'll always remember that devilish grin.

And his voice crying out ere he faded from sight,
'Merry Christmas to all, and I hope I never see you again as long as I live, for crying out loud!'

When I was 19 years old and in college in Florida, I got really heavy into drugs. Mainly party drugs like coke and ecstasy, and of course plenty of weed, but on occasion other drugs as well. I was out of control and living one big party life on my parent's dime while they struggled mightily to pay for me to have the opportunity they never had and go to college. Looking back I feel like a total asshole about it now as they wanted nothing more than for me to be successful and not have to struggle...sorry, I digressed.

Anyway, since I had no money and wanted to keep up my partying lifestyle and since I was always very athletic, in shape and considered "good-looking", through one of the people I met in the party scene I ended up doing some modeling to make some extra money. Pretty low rent stuff, nothing glamorous, but a couple hundred bucks a week.

This quickly evolved into the opportunity to do some "videos". It started with just masturbation videos of me lying in bed, or on a couch or in the shower jerking off. I figured I was going to do it anyway so why not get paid for it and I was getting paid $100-200 per day that I did a shoot. I could sometimes do 3 or 4 scenes in a day. The guy running the operation said he was impressed by my "re-load" ability and also that I had just the right cock for it...I'm about 8 inches, decently thick and my dick looks perfectly formed from shaft to head and can blow pretty big loads even after only a little break in between. I knew that these were primarily for gay guys to watch but I didn't care. If someone gets off from seeing me, so fucking what. I did these for a while and then he asked one day if I'd want to do some full sex movies and photo shoots and showed me some of his portfolio and all things considered the chicks looked pretty hot and we were now talking more like $300-500 per day so I jumped right at the chance.

It was a crazy scene and pretty much everything you wanted was at your fingertips. Women and drugs galore. Parties every night after shooting. We were all in the 18-22 age bracket so it was just a no responsibility show. But as quickly as I made money it went back out the door on drugs and partying. Then one night when we were partying at the main house this director used for shooting videos, him and a couple of the other "big wigs" in their operation asked me if I would be willing to do some more hardcore shit. At first I was thinking they meant bondage, s&m type stuff, but they quickly made it clear they were talking gay action. I immediately said not a chance, I was straight and no way I could do it. They pushed the matter (and a coffee table with a big pile of blow on it) and said that all the actors in their gay shoots are straight guys because that is the look they wanted in their videos, strong masculine men, not femboys. The guys just do "gay for pay" and they also said I could make up to a $1000 per shoot depending on the circumstances. At that point my eyes lit up and I think they knew they had me. I asked them more questions and they said I could be strictly a top and receive blow jobs, that I didn't have to get fucked or suck or kiss anyone if I didn't want to. I could also do bi scenes where a female actress or two would be involved. I said, what the fuck, let's give it a try.

The next week they had scheduled me in for my first scene. I was shaking like a leaf prior to which was totally not like me. In the other stuff I had already done I was totally calm and had no issues getting naked, getting hard and fucking in front of other people. It was a one on one scene with me and another guy. I was going to be swimming naked in the pool and then get out and immediately go to the lounge chair next to the pool when the "pool guy" was going to show up to service the pool and eventually me who was masturbating while watching him clean the pool. I actually was having a difficult time getting hard which was totally not the norm for me, but he came over and began blowing me for a while and soon enough I did get fully hard. I had sunglasses on and just kept my eyes closed and picturing hot women. I put on a condom and ended up fucking him in a few different positions and then to my surprise he end up blowing his load on my chest as he was riding me, then slid off my cock, dropped back down and sucked me to completion taking my load all over his face.

I said afterward that it wasn't that bad, but I didn't think I wanted to do it again...until I got my next offer and more cash. It went on like this for a while and me just doing the fucking and getting sucked. I still was primarily doing straight shoots though. Then the director came to me with a proposal for a scene. It would be me and this girl I had done some straight scenes with and we would be a "married" couple and then another guy who was coming to our house to do some repairs. But he wanted it to be a scene where me and her completely serviced this guy. We all were going to suck and fuck each other, no holds barred type stuff. I was extremely hesitant but he offered up my biggest payday yet and it was a good chunk of money for 4-5 hours of total "work". I was so far gone into the scene at that time that I agreed and said let's do this.

The day came and again I was nervous. I did all my usual prep on my "manscaping" and where I normally do everything I can to keep myself fresh down below, this time I added the step of the diet one of the other male actors recommended and his full enema routine to completely clean me out. The worst thing on a porn set when anal is involved is having a shit accident. It came time for the scene and we were in the bedroom on a king size bed where I was fucking the girl for a while then the "repair" man came in, he joined in with me "thinking" he was just going to play jointly with my wife but then he starts licking my balls and ass and pulling out my cock from the wife's pussy and sucking on it. We go through some more motions and she is sucking him then she tells me she wants to see me suck him and this is it, the moment I took a cock in my mouth. I did what I had to do and then after he fucks her it was my turn to take his cock. I was laying on my back as she sat on my face and then he started fucking my ass. Hurt like hell but I had to put up a good front. He even made a comment that got into the video about how tight my ass was. Anyway, we finished the scene after everyone had been fucked and sucked and I went out that night with some of the other people from set and we got destroyed on drugs and booze. I was fucked up beyond belief and when I got home that night I said that was it, I was done. Absolutely no more of all of it. The drugs the porn, nothing. The next day I called up the director and said to pull me from the stuff he had me scheduled for the next week. He tried to convince me and told me what a fucking amazing job I had done the day before, but I told him I had to get out. I couldn't handle the life and really was regretting all of it. I pulled the plug that day and never looked back.

So, somehow through all of this I didn't flunk out of school. I ended up completing my degree and living out a pretty mundane, boring college life and working a bullshit part-time job in one of the offices on campus answering phones and shit. Really nobody in my "normal" life had any clue about what I had done. My parents were none the wiser about anything I did partying or whatever and were proud as could be the day they saw me get my degree. I started a job with a top consulting firm and in the decade plus since, have worked hard and progressed so much in my career that I look at the "crazy" money I was making from porn and laugh at how little it is compared to now. I am engaged to a very attractive and smart girl who is an attorney and makes plenty of money herself, but also has no clue about my prior life.

I guess my biggest fear is that one day I am going to come on here and see one of my videos front and center. I know they are out there in various places on the web, but they obviously weren't under my real name and the look I had back then was very different than it is now where I am clean cut hair, have a beard, and even back then in a bunch of the scenes I had bleached blonde hair for a while and a deep Floridian tan. I guess my real name and SSN is on file with the porn company somewhere so that could somehow get out, but generally speaking I got away free and clear without any repercussions. Crazy the journey our lives take.

proudly presenting to you a story of suffering and 4buse, hard working and d3pression.
A ginger’s pain in the ass: The Hard Life of a Redhead bubble butt.

Long red hair, good height, small tits, a pretty face i could say, average weight, average grades, average family, maybe too many brothers and not enough sisters, too many father, not enough mother. Thats where the problem began. Im just a normal girl, normal in everything except on what every man want: my big butt. Since im in university it started to grow too big, that year was wild, maybe it was because pf poor feeding, just what i could afford. My dad gave me enough for transport and eating, but sometimes just wasnt enough. Save one day to eat the other, walk for hours or starve to death. The city it was big and i started to be attractive enough for man, me, that never was seen by anyone. From a ugly girl to a woman, a woman that wasnt asking for what was coming. No mother to tell me what to do, how to get over it. Did my dad knew how to encourage me in uni? Or even guide me thru these sudden body changes? No, the bastard was always trying to feel it himself. Every day he was spanking my ass. But not as before, now it was just so hard and loud that i would be ashamed and ran to my room. And it was everyday, he just spank me hard whenever he could, and i could not stop it. My brothers them joined him. They felt in the right to spank her sister as i was walking in the living, fucking sick bastards too. Or they would put their hands under me in the couch when i was about to sit, then they grab my ass and i would jump out and get into my room, that was the worst. Yeah for them it was “cool”, but not for me. They would laugh all together, calling me her bitch, my own older brothers! They supposed to be protecting me and caring about me, not treating me like their bitch. But what could i do, just fucking cry all night long, suffering because of this butt that just grew too much, something i did never ask. And then things got worse at home, my dad would start to grab me by my asscheek and not let me go, i just beg him to let me loose, it hurt so much, but his face and his eyes was of a bull in heat, he threatened me to be careful with guys, that my body would start to attract them fuckers and he did not want me pregnant. I claimed him that was not going to happen, i was gonna be good, at the same time i was trying to get his hand of my cheek, but it was such a big, hairy and powerful hand when he grab me like that, i just had to wait until he release me. Everytime he did that it left his hand drawn in my ass, the hands of my own father impregnated in my butt. And my brothers also scalated into worse things. Tony and john would go into my room when i was sleeping and get their hands under my sheets. The first time they did it i was only in panties, i could feel them softly touching the skin of my legs, going slowly up, reaching for my panties, feeling it entirely in their hands. Yes i was sleeping but that often woke me up, i couldn’t do anything, not even moving, i was petrified, eyes wide shut, listening their hard breathing, two hands on me, two brothers on me. The next day i just had to go to university, feeling used by my own family. And then in university my classmates would look so much into my ass, my teachers, even girls was talking about me, yeah they were so jelous of my body but i was absolutely mad about it. They started to call me jellybutt, because of how my asscheeks move when i walk down the hall. My teachers often took me into the board just to sit and stare unashamed into my ass. Depression was too much, often tried to delet3 myself but i just couldnt. I wasnt strong enough to do such thing. I just went along with it, little by little feeling it less, not caring about my dad and brothers touching me, after all it was just a thing of seconds and they get off me. Every night i cried alone and everyday woke up to finish university and get out of that house. So i did, finished university, got out of my dads house, never seen my brothers again.
My ass just follows me everywhere and everyday. My boyfriend spank me like my dad, i hate it, but i just cannot tell him. He fucks me like my brothers dreamed about, he calls me whore and bitch while spreading my asshole open and spiting in it humiliating me every night. Told him how my dad grabs me and now he does every time i get home, he knows i don’t like it, he knows that makes me sad and mad, but he does it anyways. I mean, he is a good boyfriend, her mother is super supportive, he buy me stuff, a lot of clothes and rings, he treats me right in the day, but at home he does the worst to me, he calls me things, he fuck me too hard. Now i barely have half of the night to cry, the other half my anus is getting filled in cum. Is it my butt my curse? Does every man in my life will treat me like a fucking hooker for having this body, this big bubble butt in me? I guess i just have to get over it, i was born to be a men object, a walking fleshlight, and i can cry and regret it every night, but this is who i am.

II confess i read my moms journal when i shouldnt of. ill tell you about it now

am looking for some advice from a bunch of random people as i feel you might be more honest.
Im 28, i barely get by in life and live on my own. I see my mother all the time, but she is real real poor.
shes incapable of working a job and heavily in debt. She lost her husband and he left us with all these bills.
My mom has been depressed for awhile and hasnt eaten out or gone out in awhile. I have tried helping but theres just no way i can make her happy.

A few months ago, my mom met this guy she was seeing and she told me how excited she was to see him. She was truly in love and was so happy and i liked seeing her like that. i met the guy and was happy when i noticed how sucessful the guy is. He is super rich, clean etc, and i was proud of my mother for meeting a man who seemed nice and was taking care of her. My mom was happier, was dressing super nice, had bought a new laptob etc, gone out to nice dinners and everything was ok.... but in the back of my mind i was really wondering "why is this guy being so nice to my mom,hes younger and can clearly spoil any model and get interest" I dont mean to sound rude toward my mom she looks fine i guess but he can do better, but thats not what this isabout, its just gone past my mind thinking what he sees in her. MY suspicions were correct finally when i came across my moms journal.

I shouldnt of read it, but my moms always been a writer. She always expresses her feelings and writes her thoughts down. Very outsoken. So i read the 1st page where she started talking about her new boyfriend, basically it started out with her saying she thought she found the right guy etc and loves him, he treats her so good blabla.... and at the end of it she said something about withholding sex to find out if shes feeling it a few dates later after finding out what kinda guy he is. I read by a few pages and she confesses that she is heads over heals for him and decided to just give him "oral sex" she claims that he said it was the best he ever had and everythign was ok.. I kept reading and one of the latest pages expained what i thought all along and it makes me sad, and i dont know what to do.

The page stated with"i feel like a sexslave" it starts where she talked about"i just wanted to make him happy" to "he wants it all the time". My mother wrote about how the guy will just sit and watch a football game, or stay on the computer for 2-3 hours and call her over to suck his cock. He never wants sex, he just works online alot and watches movies, and tv and sports and just wants to sit back and get his dick sucked. My mother wrote that she blew him for 3 hours before, then ate dinner and blew him another few hours. She said she feels worthless. She said she tried telling him that she wanted to tone it down but the guy said"you are my toy you do what i say" and told her if she stops then hes leaving . My mother wrote, besides the blowjob thing, when we're out and stuff everything is fine its just his constant need for wanting her to blow him is way too much and he doesnt care she doesnt want to. Sheclaims she wants to stop but doesnt want to lose the godo moneyfree life.

i dont know what to do? the guy is a blowjob maniac i guess but hes not abusive or anything physically. he/along with myself enjoy a good cockworshipper but shes just not into it so often.

Hello all,

Please forgive my poor writing as i have never been good at it.

This happened a few days ago and has sense then peaked my interest in sounding rods as i know know what there called. Please forgive my stating wands as that was not correct.

I had an injury years ago, and it caused a urethral stricture, and it has slowly gotten tighter, and I was having problems urinating. So off to the urologist, after he scoped it and said that it would have to have the scar tissue pulled apart, I set up a date to have it done. So at my appointment, I am lying naked except for a thin sheet waiting on the doctor when the nurse came in, she said she would be doing the procedure and started preparing everything she would need. So here I am staring at these slender wands that slowly get bigger at the base thinking oh shit I want out of here.

She chatted with me as she got everything in order, and I found out she is in her last year at UF and had worked with the doctor for several years. So the first thing she does is insert a syringe with a numbing agent into my penis, and she is looking around for something and says I forgot the clamp to keep the (whatever the name of the stuff was) from being pushed out. She asked me if I want to have her get a clamp and start over or hold it closed. I say I can hold it as I was getting a bit embarrassed about it. She could not allow me because my hands weren't sterile, and she did not mind keeping it closed for the time it took to work.

Now here I am lying on this cold ass table with a slightly chubby but attractive girl holding my penis right under the head, she kept chatting with me like it was nothing unusual. Hence, I felt better and started to relax and daydreamed the typical nurse-patient porn scene, big mistake as I started to get aroused and could not stop getting an erection. She states that it should be numb now and not worry about it. She then slowly released the grip she had right under the head of my penis, The numbing agent she put in me came out, it looked like I was cumming I was so embarrassed I could not even look at her. She said, don't be ashamed about having an erection as it happens and not anything she has not seen before. She lubed the first wand up was explaining what she was doing as it was slowly sliding it down inside me.

I did not feel much of anything at first as my penis felt numbed pretty well. Watching disbelievingly as the nurse insert the wand into my penis much deeper than I could have believed it would go. I could felt it deep inside me, and It was a strange feeling that is hard to describe.

As she slowly backed the wand out and then slid it six times before pulling it out and reaching for the next size wand. She then repeated what she had done. She reached for the last one in the line, saying she believed that the others would not be needed.

She carefully lubed it up, inserted some lube in the tip of my penis, and started to slide it down slowly. She said if I felt any pain tell her, and she would move down to the smaller wand. I felt it going down inside me, and there was no pain but a strange sensation of having a full bladder and needing to pee. Her hand is wrapped around my shaft holding me tight as she guides it down inside me, she asked if I was ok as I was wiggling a little and I told her it was ok it just felt strange, she asked if I was in pain and I said I am not sure how to reply, but it was not hurting.

As it got deeper, it felt good. But when the nurse started to withdraw the wand out, it was terrific. She started slowly sliding it in and out of me, saying the scar tissue should have separated by now, I felt like I was getting close to cumming and tried to bear down hard on myself so it would not happen. That caused her to pull the wand out quickly, guessing she had hurt me. That did it when it came out of my penis. I came so hard I thought I would not stop.
Mortified, I did not know what to do as here she is holding my pulsing shaft while cum is blasted all over and slid down my shaft onto her glove. And I can not be sure, but I swear she squeezed my shaft and pumped me a couple of times to get the cum out before starting to clean me up. We both acted like it never happened, She left, and I got dressed then the doctor came in, wrote me a script and told me how to care for myself for a couple of days until it had time to heal.

I have to have this done several times and wear a catheter after a few weeks to keep it open until it heals open larger than before. As I left, the nurse walked by and said she would see me at my next appointment and gave me a big smile and a wink.

When I was 25 I found out my brother in law had been doing things with guys off and on since he was 10. I found out he had done it in the Air Force as well. When he had moved home and he and his wife and kids lived near me and my wife( his sister)I got him talking about what he had done with guys and asked what it was like and all those questions that were interesting to me. He answered all my questions and wanted to know if I ever tried it and I told him no which was true. Then he asked why all the interest then in what he had done with guys. Said I had always heard about guys doing it but never knew anyone I could ask about it. He told me several guys I knew did things with guys which kind of shocked me when I heard who they were. Later his wife asked him to go to the store for a few things and he asked if I wanted to tag along. We left his house in a camping van they owned. He turned down this road I knew was not the way to the store and in a vacant area he stopped the van and said he wanted to show me something. He got in the back of the van and unlocked this cabinet and pulled out some magazines and pages from mags he had pulled out I guess. He handed me one of the mags and it was 2 men feeling and sucking and fucking. The others were kind of the same but one was men with young boys. He asked me if I remembered Mr Huff and I said I did. He told me that Mr Huff had started doing things with him when he was 10. He then found out that the man was doing things with other boys and he started doing things with them too at Mr Huffs house. I asked him if he was into little boys and he said no that the pics and articles reminded him of doing things as kid. He then pulled out his laptop and started showing me pics of him naked along with guys I knew very well all naked sucking fu*king and jacking eachother. I have to admit this did kind of turn me on knowing these other married guys I had known all my life were doing this. When I looked up from the computer my brother in law was naked standing next to me with a hard on. He said try feeling it and see if you like it. I reached up took his cock in my hand and felt it. He pushed forward till his cock was by my face and said do it you know you want to. I sat there and he took his cock pushed it against my face and then my mouth and I just opened my mouth and sucked it. He kept fucking my face. he kept saying things like he bet his sister would shit if she knew her husband was sucking her brother off. he grabbed my head and shoved in deep and shot off. That took me off guard and I choked and gagged. he then undressed me and sucked me off too. We got dressed went to the store and on the way home he stopped again got naked told me to get naked and I did and he said he just had to try my ass and he fucked me till he came in my ass then I fucked him. He introduced me to the other guys I know and they were all shocked I was doing it too and most of them had been with the man and other boys as we grew up as kids I just never knew it.

I stripped for three guys after loosing a bet. I was so excited that my panties were soaked before i even showed up at his apartment. I had on my maid outfit. He invited two friends and i almost backed out untill they all said how great i looked in my outfit and how excited they were to see me strip. I decieded to realy put on a show and see how hard i could get these guys... Wow they decieded to take off their clothes and began stroking their cocks! I didnt think i would enjoy it so much but want to do it again!!!

found these pics of my roomates gf on his laptop. i've cummed like 4x now looking at them. let me know what you think. i have more

About 6 months ago my daughter took me out to the bar to celebrate my 60th birthday. We had dinner and was enjoying some drinks when one of her childhood friends came in and she invited her to join us. Erica was a very attractive woman in her mid 30's and has an amazing set of tits on her. My daughter suggested we all leave and go back to my house to smoke some weed. Erica said she hasn't smoked for years that her husband didn't like her doing it but agreed to go with us.

The girls stayed up talking and smoking while I went to bed. My daughter had to drive back home the next day and I had the house all to myself again.... Later in the evening I heard a knock on my door and it was Erica and she asked if Kathy was home.. I told her she had left but could come in if she would like...She walked and I offered her a drink and asked if she had fun the night before. She said yes and asked if I had any more weed... We started smoking and talking and she said she really missed getting high...I told her she could come over anytime and it would be our little secret...She laughed and thanked me.

In a couple days she came back over and we got high again. She started asking me why I never got married again after my wife passing away 10 years prior and I just said I haven't found the right person yet. She continued saying it must be hard living alone for all these years and I said it was but I survive. She starts talking about her marriage saying her husband hasn't touched her for months. I told I couldn't believe that and that it's been since my wife passed since I've been with a woman. She thanked me for the weed and talking with her and I told her to come back over anytime.

A week went by and she showed up again wanting to get high. We smoked and was talking when I felt her hand on my leg, It startled me at first but I didn't mind. She said she had been thinking about me being alone for all these years and wondered if there was anything she could do for me. I didn't what so say but just that I was okay.... She looked at me saying she wanted to thank me for talking with her and getting her high and her hand moved to my cock!!! She started opening my pants saying I bet you miss this and pulls my cock out...I taken by surprise but its been so long since a woman touched my cock I didn't stop her. She stroked me and soon had her mouth wrapped around my cock making me cum in no time!!!

A month went by and she showed up again wanting to get high and again sucking my cock. But this time I started touching her and taking her top off to see her gorgeous tits!! She finished me again got dressed and left.

Another two weeks went by till she returned but this time I wanted more!! I started touching her getting her tits out again and putting my hand down her pants feeling her moist pussy. She had my cock in her hand as I opened her pants and she pushed them to the floor. I fingered her as she stroked my cock and soon had my face between her legs tasting her juices while she sucked me off again!!!

Being 60 my cock doesn't last as long as it used to but the next time she showed up I wasn't to waste time.... She walked in and I just started undressing her and licking her pussy...After she cum on my face a few times I was hard and I just stuck my cock inside her. It felt amazing being inside a womans pussy again and I shot my load inside her....We sat naked together and smoked and she said she didn't mean for this to go that far that she just wanted to help me out a little. I apologized and said I couldn't myself and just wanted to fuck her.

I haven't seen her now for over a month but hope she comes back over someday

Hello everyone, I have noticed that my movies are constantly moved and not in the same spot as I left them. These are TS and TV movies so I didn't think it was my stepdaughter. I put a camera in my room and found out my stepdaughters boyfriend found my movies. He and she watch them while we're out. Last weekend while we had a get together here I accidently went into the bathroom and Brad was in there taking a piss. I joined him and he noticed I had some panties on. They were my step daughters. He didn't seem surprised at all, so I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He got hard instantly. It took him no time at all to cum in my mouth. This was a very brief encounter. We went back to the party. Later when everyone had left, Jessica asked if Brad could stay over. I said it was okay. As long as he stayed on the couch downstairs. Around 3 am I heard them playing downstairs. I knew what was going on. I peeked around the corner and saw Jess sucking Brads long hard cock. I went into her room and dressed up in her panties and clothes and jerked off watching her take his cock in her mouth. I loved watching her ass in her tiny satin panties. What a lucky guy to be banging Jess. However, I knew he also liked the other team. I came downstairs in my robe, covering my other clothes, pretending to get some water. Jess scurried around trying to make things look natural. Brad looked at me and asked me if I wanted more. Jess looked confused. I took off my robe and Brad started licking me through Jess's skirt and panties. I almost blew when Jess got down and started touching my ass through her panties. She then spread my ass and eagerly licked my asshole. I was in heaven. I got on my hands and knees and lubed up Brad's cock and slid him in my asshole. He pumped my ass as Jess got under me and put my cock in her mouth. For the second time that night I took Brad's load. This time in my ass. Jess licked as much as she could out then kissed me and told me she loved this side of me and loved my movies. She asked me to lick her ass and fuck her because she knew I had taken Brad's loads. We got a dildo and fucked each other, all of us. Then Brad and I focused on my stepdaughter. I licked her ass and Brad played with her tits and smooth pussy. I stuck my cock in her ass and the second she said " fuck me daddy, fuck my tight little asshole" I blew my load. We played and fucked for hours. That little stud got hard and blew 8 times that morning. I had 5 myself. I loved tasting his cum and sharing it with Jess. Jess and I even swapped my cum from her mouth to mine. What a treat. What a night. I came in her ass 3 times and Brad's twice. I love teenagers. They can go on and on and on. Jess asked me to cum in her panties so she could wear them to school. I did. How was that for a weekend. I want to tape or photgraph our get togethers. If they let me I will post them.

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.

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When my wife and I were booking our family holiday this year, we were unsure of whether to invite our 20 year old daughter Sarah along (the brunette) I desperately love the holidays with her, as I innocently get to look at her, and take pictures of her in her bikini. Unfortunately Sarah didn't want to come this year, I quickly thought to let her invite a friend... she didn't know who to choose, it was between 3 girls, 2 that I had met from home, and one was a friend she met at university, that I hadnt met... when I saw a photo of Emma, I had to persuade Sarah, I couldnt stop thinking of the idea of Sarah and Emma on holiday frolicking with me...

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Please tell me what you think, what would you do with them? How would you treat them? Which do you prefer?

I need some help and advice. I am a 28 year old married man and have had desires to be with another man. About a year ago I started to really get into gay porn. I only watched a few times before but now I can't help but be turned on by a guy blowing another. Eventually I began to really want to suck a cock which turned into possibly having sex with aother man. These urges have become too much and I posted ads on CL looking to have my first experience with a man. Last week I got a response from a duo. They are a little older than what I am looking for but they seemed very genuine and really wanted me to have a great time. Well, things didn't work out then so I messaged them this morning. After some chatting we set up a date. I am supposed to go over there in 4-5 hours. I am nervous/excited/confused all at once. I know its one thing to want to try something but its another to go through with it. The desires are just too strong to not embrace these two guys willing to make a dream come true. Right? I am wanting to know what I should expect and if anyone with similar experiences can help, please do.

i confess that groping and cumming on sleeping girls really turns me on. the first time i ever did it i was in middle school on vacation with a friends family. it was me and my best friend and his two older sisters sharing a hotel room. the girls took the two beds and me and my friend both slept on the floor. the girls were both older, one was 15 one was 17. i woke up at like 6 in the morning and everyone else was sleeping, walked over to one of the beds where his 17 yr old sister was sleeping on her back. i grabbed her tits through her tshirt while she was still snoring and was immediately turned on by how wonderful it felt. it was my first time groping a real tit. bolstered by my new confidence after pulling this off i moved over to the other bed where the 15 yr old sister was sleeping on her stomach. i pulled the covers off of her slowly and begin grabbing her ass through the cotton pj bottoms she was wearing. i even tried to pull her pants down so i could see her bare ass but right as i began to see the creamy color of her untanned ass, she begin to stir and i felt my heart jump up in my throat as i immeditely hit the deck and dropped to the hotel room floor. i lay still for 5 minutes, barely breathing until i heard her begin to breathe heavily again as she fell back to sleep. after almost getting caught i decided that was enough for that day and continued on as if nothing had happened. years later after having multiple girlfriends and losing my virginity, another oppertunity presented itself. when i was 16 i was at a party in highschool on a friends parents boat docked in the harbor. one of the hottest girls in our grade had passed out in one of the cabins after drinking too much and i knew right away i would have to sneak away from the rest of the party on deck to head down below to feel her up. i felt down her t shirt and was instantly incredibly hard from the combination of how hot this girl was and how wrong what i was doing was. her tits were pretty great, small but perky, but her ass was her best feature by far. i got too horny, and too confident that i wouldnt get caught, and while groping her ass i decided to try to pull her pants down to see her in just a thong. she woke up and immediately knew something was wrong. i panicked..told her that the cops were upstairs on the boat busting up the party and she needed to stay quiet. then i ran out of the room and went back on deck and tried to pretend like nothing happened. 5 minutes later another girl at the party came upstairs and demanded that i leave, and announced to everybody that the girl i had been groping was bawling her eyes out in the cabin below deck claiming that i tried to rape her. now i never had any intention of penetrating this girl but how could they know that. i realized i was in way over my head as a party full of people were looking at me like a rapist. i told them she mustve been dreaming, it wasnt true, i just went down to check on her and shook her awake to make sure she was still responsive and that was it. half of my friends believed me and the other half didnt, it was to this day one of the worst nights of my life, and going to school the next day was even worse. there were some nicknames and snickering behind my back about me groping girls and i wasnt allowed to go to parties where this girl was already at, but i got over it and time moved on. that experienced stop me from feeling up girls who passed out in my bed in college because i was in a new town with new people and was afraid that if i got caught again i would get the same reputation out here and i certainly didnt want that. after i got out of college and moved back to my home city, i had girls who i was pretty close friends with, passing out in my bed pretty often because me and my buddy had a party house and people over drinking every weekend. these girls would pass out in my bed after a night of drinking and when i finally quit partying i would jump in bed with them. the three best sleeping girl incidents of my life occurred in my room of that house, with three seperate and equally attractive girls. one of which had just gotten out of a 2 year relationship with a good friend of mine. but that confession will have to wait till my next post.

So I have to confess this :/ but when my sister was sleeping i went thru her phone cause she left it on the charger by the computer so i was looking at her pictures and saw these pics of her bestfriend naked and wow she got a great body then scroll down and saw pictures of my sister and awkwardly got a boner seeing my sister naked but she got big titties so yeah here's 1 pic of them tell me if you want more

I think if you wanna be perverted and weird and psycho and whatever. that's cool. I think if you wanna be perverted and weird and psycho but act on it and make threats like a fucking prick to girls on here who are actually chicks and not the scumbag douches that say they are and really aren't. I think you should be whacked. If you have some fucking obsession about on a girl on this website. You should go fuck yourself because this shit is about fantasy and not putting into a nightmare for some other chick. That's not cool. At all. So fuck you whoever is going around and threatening these girls online and saying crazy shit that should get your kneecap blown off and then you being tortured, in a very non sexual way, and after you should be killed. Don't be a fucking idiot and make the rest of us who can actually control ourselves look bad. If you can't handle your own mind. Your fucking stupid. Be morally wrong and weird and fucked up and perverted, but don't make it someones nightmare and act on it you piece of shit. Learn to control and use your etiquette, you fuck

This girl here is my cousin. Second cousin to be exact. I get to see her maybe twice a year. The whole time I just gawk at her and wonder what she looks like underneath her clothes. How good her mouth would feel around my cock. How soft her skin is. How tight her pussy is and how good it tastes. I have to seduce my cousin one of these days.

I'm looking for an old video from 2008, and in this video there was two girls, and I think maybe 3 guys. The guys weren't doing anything at all in the video, but one was filming it. The room was kinda dark, and one of the girls was sitting on a chair, and the other one was smelling the other girls socked feet, and licking them. The socks on the one girl were pretty dirty looking, and these girls must of been in their early twenties. I'm telling you, it's a very nice video, and I'd do anything to find it again. I think it was on YouTube, but not anymore. Please help me find this video, you'd be doing me a great great deed.

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

I recently had a fascinating thing happen to me. I live a few milesoutside a very small town. The same place i have lived all my life.Everybody knows everybody and their families and their business. Everyyear friends of mine throw a party at the end of the summer. This iswhat happened a few days ago at this years party.Let me give a little back ground info that will help everybody understandwhat happened. I have been a pervert for panties for as long as i havebeen getting hardons. I have taken the panties of every hot female that iknown. I always have assumed this was my secret and nobody else knew  about  my love for sexy panties(there have been a couple of my gf's i dated later in my life that i knew had me figured out but that is a different story for a different day). 

This is how i found out that my "secret"  was no secret at all. Everybody is drinking and having a good time at this end of the summer party. I was talking to the mother one of my ex-gf's.  We were flirting with each other just like we did the entire time i dated her daughter who was my high school sweetheart. I have always wanted to do nasty things to this woman and she looks better now than ever. I was really thinking things were going good for me then  she asked me a question.
She asked me if i still had my giant panty collection. I told her i had noidea what she was talking about. She laughed and started telling methat she and most of the women i stole panties from have always knownit was me that took them. She also said that her daughter who was mylive in gf at the time had found my collection and told her all about it. Inever knew this and became quite embarrassed when i heard it.I still denied it so she started talking a little louder and other friends of ours  were starting to listen. As she started to describe exactly what some of these panties looked like and dates she new they were taken from her. Other women were now moving in closer to me to listen to what she was saying to me. 

I was starting to get a little nervous and then a very attractive neighbor of mine told me that she and a couple of her friends always wondered what exactly i did with these stolen panties. Did i just use them to jerkoff into or did i like to wear them under my clothes? Before i could answer she looked at me and smiled then said that bet you are wearing panties at that very moment.

Now i was scared to death because i did not know how far they wud take this. Also i was scared because under my pants i wearing  pair of black silky string bikini panties that i had taken a month earlier from a lady that was standing rite there at this party. 

This story is 100% true and if anybody cares about this kind of thing let me know and i will finish it 

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Well my confession is: I trained martial arts and one of theses training a girl begins to. She was 10 at that time and got boobs, for real, big for her age. I confess that's turns me on (shouldn't!). Anyways, I look younger than I am. So she always asked for my age and I never said. Maybe she thought that I was, I don't know, 16, 17, years old?

Anyways, we came closer to each other. She always want to pairing with me during training session. Curiously, one day her dad came to watch one of the training session and she was so far away, like ignoring me. So I though if she was not that innocent or... I don't know, I wanna your opinions guys, please.

Anyways, one day I was injured and just came to watch training. She was there with her friend waiting for the next training session. Her friend was 10 y.o also, but we talk almost everything. She has mature mind for her age. We were like "friends". She knew my age, knew that I was at college etc. Both always asked if I had girlfriend though.

Anyways, We were there "sitting waiting, wishing", actually talk and waiting for next session. The first girl (boobs one) felt sorry about my injured foot and come closer and closer and hugged me, rested her head on my chest, arms and shoulder. I rested my head on her head and she's about to kiss me and I "shrink".

However the next training session was about to begin and our master asked the girls to join the training. Her friend (my lil friend) joined. But, the boobs one doesn't (sorry for reference). Then my master asked one more time and she refused. So he threatened to tell her mother and She was still refusing!

Then my master said to her "stop dating XXXXXX(my name) and come training!". My reaction was "OMG!". And then I said to her "go training please" and she went to training session.

Since that day I avoided her. She began to find me boring. And now she is interested in boys her age (that's good). Actually I don't work out anymore and neither did she. This was about 2 years ago. I never saw her again now, so... that's my confession story. Thanks for reading and your time.

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My first confession here, and yes, I am new to this place. How I found it, and how I ended up here is a long story, which I can begin to explain by saying that I have always been very sexually active. You can't say that I was promiscous, but I always looked at sex as something normal, healthy and generally a thing no one should be ashamed of.

I am 38 now, female, married for almost 15 years, mom, and. a good wife. My husband is a love of my life, I am still very much attracted to him, we have good sex, and, there is not a single reason I should be unhappy. But...

My sex drive was always higher than his. At the start, when we went at each other like rabbits, I was fully satisfied, I gotta admit. But, since many years have passed, our sex is not as frequent as it once was, and that pushed me to self pleasuring, on a frequent schedule. And, long story short, I somehow ended up here, not for the porn, but for the written word, that can be mostly awful, and clearly made up, but it can be very enticing and exciting to see and read about the experiences and turn ons by others.

So, I guess this is where my story actually begins. I have always been flirty and I have been told more than once, that I am charming, as generally a very socially oriented person, but in the past few years, I have been using flirting as a kind of a vent, fully knowing that it won't lead nowhere, but still practicing it, for the fun of it. Combine that with, always growing self awareness, and the fact that I understand that time passing by is not getting me any younger, a compliment here and there makes me feel warm on the inside.

To be clear, I am objectively aware that I am above average looking for my age, but still, we all have our inner doubts, and we all enjoy our doses of serotonin.

So, in July, I went to a short holiday to Greece, with my mother and my offspring (as I understand the other word is forbidden here), as my husband was prevented to go at that time, because of work, and we also planned another little trip in August, when only we will go to the seaside.

First day, I have noticed a guy working at the kitchen bar, looking at me. It was a small hotel beach, in Rhodes, with a restaurant / caffe on the beach, and an open kitchen, looking at the beach. We chose a place right underneath it, at the top of the beach, and I caught him looking. It is not the first time someone gawks at me in a bikini, so, I forgot about it instantly. That same day, when we went to lunch at the same place, when our orders came, I saw that only my salad had eatable flower decoration on it. When I figured that out, I instinctively looked at the direction of the bar, and he was looking back, with a smile, obviously waiting for my reaction, and if I will figure it out.

That is where our game began. I thought nothing of it. He was a semi/handsome man, in his 20s I would say. Tomorrow, we located again at the top of the beach, and I deliberately started teasing him. You know, nothing special, turning the subbed so he can see me, moving my bikini so I can tan my bottoms. Again, flowers in the salad, plus, the waiter brought a rose in a little vase, only to our table.

Same the next day, as I got a little more daring, when the other two were in the water, I got my top off, to catch a few rays, while also checking if he is looking. He was.

The next day, I was deliberately standing in his sight, while oiling myself to prevent sunburns. I did it slowly, and I did it in a cheeky, sensual way. I also made eye contact for a few seconds, while doing it. And it was exciting, I must say. Not the fact that I wanted to do anything with him, but the fact that he was obviously attracted to me, and that he enjoyed this play, more than I did.

On the 4th or 5th day, I decided to drink my cocktail, standing at the bar, and as the caffe bar, and kitchen bar are continuing to one another, I chose the place at the division of these two sections. He was clearly sweating, not just from the heat, as I saw he was battling with himself if he should talk to me. For a moment, I thought that the kitchen staff is forbidden from talking to the guests, but that wasn't the case, he was just nervous. Then, I realised, he is maybe 24 or 25, and I might look scary to him, as I forgot that I am an "older lady" for him, and that made me feel bad, maybe I have over done it.

But, he found the nerve, and started talking. He was asking me, in bad English, these profane questions: where I am from, am I enjoying the holiday etc. I acted uninterested at first, but he didn't give up. The next day, I started flirting, you know, for flirting sake and my dose of serotonin, and that soften him up a bit.

How I felt? I felt wanted, and one day I even got a little horny, and sent my husband an unsolicited topless photo.

So, I guessed that will be it, even as our flirting game continued.

On day 8, I went out at the evening to the city of Rhodes, since the hotel is not far from it, by taxi, and just wandered around. My trip companions weren't up for it, so I was alone. Just walking, looking at the shop windows etc. And guess, what, around 9p.m., when I was gawking at some silly local made sandals, I heard a silent "hello".

It was him, with a grocery bag, smiling at me. My heart started beating faster, I wasn't expecting him out of the hotel. He politely asked me for a coffee, and I agreed.

What followed was very hard for me. The poor guy outright admitted his feelings for me, like a high school kid, started talking how he works those seasonal jobs during the summer, that he is from continental Greece, etc, etc... That is when I asked him about his age. 21. I felt like the crappiest person in the world. I found an excuse why I have to rush back, mumbled about seeing him tomorrow, and fled.

I thought about how I must've done harm to this young man, and that this time I went overboard, by teasing him into thinking that something could have happened. I really felt bad. Tomorrow, I chose the sunbeds lower, by the sea, so I could avoid him. When I went for a shower, since the showers are at the top of the beach, I caught him looking at me. His face... He was obviously aware that the charade is over.

On our last day, I was laying at the beach, with these thoughts racing through my mind. And at one point, it was after lunch, I just got up, and started walking towards the bar, not knowing what I actually want to say. To apologise?

As I approached, his smile was there. And I just blurred out "I wanna say bye, I am leaving tomorrow"

He was still smiling, and said something like "I liked having you around, looking and talking to you"

And that is where I snapped. "you have a place where I can give you a goodbye kiss"

Regreted saying that, the moment I said it. It looked like he was about to choke on the words not able to come out of his mouth "bed room, around corner"

As I walked to the "bed room", I had the urge to run away, but I thought, you made your bed, so now...

As I got around the corner, I realised that it was a room with spare sunbeds, not a bedroom. He was there, in his apron, breathing heavily. When I got in, and closed the door, we were in a complete dark for a few seconds, before he reached for the light. In those few seconds, a year passed in my mind.

I have never cheated on my husband. Never. My, before mentioned sexual appetite has only been fed by myself, in moments between encounters with my husband. I thought I would never cheat on him, since he really didn't deserve it, but on the other hand, I just wanted to give something to this young man, who I used maliciously, for my own fun, not fully understanding the scale of his feelings. I wanted to have sex with him, at that moment, I did, but from the bottom of my heart, I felt ashamed for wanting to cheat. So when that light came up, I got on my knees, and gave him a blowjob.

He was confused, and obviously very horny. I think he wasn't really experienced, since he was just standing there, stiff, while not touching me at all, except for a few light, gentle touches of my breasts, over the swimsuit. He didn't last long, maybe a few minutes, and he really wanted me, judging by the amount of cum, that I wasn't able to swallow by a single gulp.

When I got up, trying to hide the tremor in my legs, I acted all normal, and kissed him on the cheek. And just went out.

I can't remember the last time I was that wet.

Now, two months later, I am still haunted by this. On one hand, I feel terrible for cheating on my husband, and on the other, I can't stop thinking about that whole event. And if you are asking, no, there is no way this or anything similar will happen in the future. I am out of the flirting game, for good.

Friend & Companion....R u looking for same? - 47

age : 47 body : fit
- Upbeat - employed white woman with a lot to offer the right man interested in meeting an intelligent guy over 40 who has his stuff together..

If you fall into any of these catergories I'll pass......................................:
serial dater - deadbeat dad - emotionally or financially unstable - socially awkward - unattractive and out of shape - poor dresser - still living at home with your parents - alcoholic - drug user - married - separated - in a relationship - inability to communicate - a history of DUI's or DWI's - convicted felon
Would like a couple of lines describing yourself and what you are looking for and a pic if available.
I AM REAL - REALLY

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