Good lord she is delicious!

I CONFESS:

Every single one of you pathetic losers is going straight to motherfucking HELL, thus saith the Lord Your God, unless you get down on your motherfucking knees NOW and confess your sins and turn from your lustful, deviant, motherfucking scum-filled loser lives.

The hour of judgment is nigh at hand, you stupid fucking pigs. REPENT!!!

I can't sleep at night I keep waking up.. yes I know myMaster got all the tools to break me.. but I keep wondering is that what he craves more than having me do kinky things for Him.. tomorrow is festival thing and I.. yes You broke meDevil and i am in hell worried more than mad or something like that.. keep feeling my hair one you like me to grow.. caressing my shoulders and I keep begging and praying that that wasn't all.. that I'II know regardless is everything okay.. and that regardless of everything my Master will allow me to have that rule and I keep on hoping that it was You commenting one of my posts.. Devil you know i fell on my knees and fell in love with my Master don't punish me for that regardless of how it is.. just ease my mind.. yes You make me cry and suffer wasn't that always what Devil liked.. don't refuse my desire to please even if it's fucked up.. don't take away my begging.. it feels like ages.. let me keep the rule. Regardless that You have me for eternity because You do, broken or not my Master have me.. let me keep the rule.. can't be I earned nothing.. i miss dont You just a bit? And yes You broke Your toy just because You can.. i am fucked up with You and for some reason staying there with my Master.. i fucked them and not just that just because i was begging for Your attention. will You be that cruel.. I just want to hear You are okay at end of the day.. I can't sleep or think or... my Master liked when I cried while having an orgasm when He was away.. Devil I only beg for a bit of my air please stop torturing me..
I know Devil likes my tears but Your slave just begs for Your attention a bit of it Master.. it feels so horrible will You have mercy on me?
please my Lord fix Your doll

Good morning my Lord hope you slept well. Little pet still miss you and getting a little nervous again for my girl date :p
oh just thought.. do i need to ask my Master to revalue and rethink.. idk is he tense or not.. just reminding in case it’s needed.. I doubt but just doing what my Master told me. 
ohh and slave is so anxious but anxious to talk about with my Master what’s going to happen and how it was :p
p.s. Maybe i have new dress for NY eve :p

I haven't gotten laid in a long time because of PTSD from a woman who really screwed me up. I thought I was in love with her. Anyway, after 2 years of disparaging and acting like a complete depressed fool, I was walking my dog and went to the dog park. I sat on a bench and let my dog run around and have fun.

As I sat there just taking in the cool winter fresh air - I noticed this woman casually glancing at me. I didn't know how to react, I had a few flashbacks of my ex so I just looked down at the ground and didn't want to make eye contact.

"Hey." I heard a sweet voice ask me.
I looked up, it was the woman that was looking at me. She was right next to me. I stood up and smirked.
"Hello."
"Hope I'm not disturbing you, I've seen you here before and I just wanted to say hi. My name is Lori."
I told her my name and shyly looked away.
"No you're totally not disturbing me. My dog has a lot of energy so, yeah I'm here a lot."
"Oh they can have way too much energy!" She laughed.
Anyway we made small talk and hung out for a good 3 hours until it got dark.
"Hey, can we exchange numbers?" She asked me, "I don't want to be too forward but - you're a nice guy I'd really like to get to know you."
We exchanged numbers and she went in for a hug, and I let her - I hugged her back. She smelled so good.
She was petite with short black hair, red lips and pink cheeks (the cold weather gave her a natural blush). I'm 6 ft 2 inches tall, and she's about 5ft tall. She had a nice frame that her winter jacket accented well.
A few days later after meeting her I get a text on my phone from her, "You want to get some coffee?"
So after I got out of work, I met her at a coffee shop and we really clicked well. It seemed we liked the same movies, the same TV shows, the same music... we hit it off well.
"Hey would you like to come over and watch a movie?"
She blushed, "Of course I would love that! I'll follow you in my car."

We got inside my house and we both decided to geek out and watch Lord of the Rings (we're both Tolkien fans). She sat next to me, and I put my arm around her and immediately she moved in for a kiss. I froze.
She pulled away and was a bit confused, "are you ok? Did I do something wrong?"
I shook my head, "no, it's not you - look I like you a lot, but I'm in therapy for PTSD because a few years ago my ex really damaged me... and it's not that I'm hung up on her, it's that my mind reverts to the trauma she's caused me."
She was silent for a bit, so I said, "And I totally understand if you want to leave, it's fucked up - I know."
She smiled and held my hand, "I'm not going anywhere - thank you for being honest with me. I like honest men."
Out of nowhere, "yeah I haven't dated in over 2 years, haven't had sex... nothing."
"Oh that's going to change, whenever you're ready I'm here for you."
My cock got immediately hard.
"I mean I'm ready but my brain acts stupid," I said chuckling and pointing at my cock making a tent in my jeans.
She chuckled, "well - I'll be honest with you too. I've had a crush on you for a long time and I kind of been stalking you, I know it sounds creepy... but I just couldn't work up the nerve to talk to you. I thought you maybe were married, or had a girlfriend."
"Yeah I've never had a stalker before, that's kind of sexy honestly," I laughed.
"I'd sit there and watch you and think to my self - why is such a nice guy so out of reach... I really didn't want to date anyone because I had this major crush on you so I was turning people down for dates!"
"I'd really like to get to know you, just understand that I do have some trauma and I'm still in therapy - I'm working on it."
"Can you tell me what she did? Or does it hurt too much?"
"Oh, I can talk about it. I've been talking about it with my therapist for two years! Where to start... Well I met her online, and we met. We hit it off really well. She'd come over, we'd have fun but eventually it turned into her programming me. We'd be having sex and she'd start calling me her husband, saying that she wanted me to cum in her to get her pregnant so we can make a baby."
I paused, reflecting back on it.
"Anyway, she'd look into my eyes while she was on top of me begging me to give her a child, calling me her soulmate, her husband... this happened over and over. One day at work I get a call, it's her telling me she's pregnant. She demanded to know what I wanted to do, if I was man enough to take care of her and the baby. I told her of course; I was happy and couldn't wait to start a life with her. I went home from work, and she was waiting outside of my house. It was a bit odd because she never showed up unannounced. She seemed different, but I didn't think anything of it. We went inside and she broke down crying. Then she punched me in the face. She turned into a wild woman, grabbing and pulling at my hair, clawing at my chest and throat screaming 'you ruined my fucking life! I have a husband, I have a child!'. I was shocked and then she calmed down, "I'm aborting the baby and you're going to pay for it. If you don't I'm going to ruin you. Every waking moment I'll be making your life miserable."
I took a deep breath, "and she did. She made my life miserable. She would call the police on me and pushed false allegations of sexual harassment, and even tried to tell the police I raped her. I took her to court, I won - but when she went away it's like I lost my mind. I wanted the baby, I wanted her, but everything was a complete mindfuck - including her being 'madly in love with me.'"
Lori listened intently, "Sounds like a complete psycho... that's a lot to go through. But hey, on a better note, I'd love practicing making babies with you when you're ready!"
We laughed and I leaned in for a kiss. My hand cupped her soft breast through her shirt as our tongues danced in each other's mouths. Her hand unzipped my pants and stroked my cock.
"I---" I stammered.
"Shhh, lean back and enjoy it," Lori whispered.
Her mouth enveloped my hard cock, her head pumping slowly up and down. Lori would look up at me, and fondle my balls and continue working my dick with her mouth.
Lori pulled her top of, and took off her pants and undies. I pulled her head gently off my dick and laid her down and kissed her body. My fingers probed her hot wet pussy and she moaned. My mouth made it's way down to her pussy and my tongue slid inside and licked her salty wet clit. She moaned and grabbed my hair, calling my name.
"I'm going to cum!" and she did. I've never witnessed a woman squirt, ever - but she did - all over my face. I really didn't like the taste of it, it wasn't what I was expecting but it was a huge turn on.
"Lay back, it's my turn to make you cum," she said with a smile.
She mounted my hard cock and it slid in her. I didn't last long.
"Oh Lori, I'm going to explode!" I told her, I didn't know if she was on the pill or anything and suddenly, I was worried about getting her pregnant and started to panic. I tried pulling her off, but she pressed down harder and rode my cock harder.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not her, I'm me and I want my fantasy man to finish inside me. I want every inch of that cock deep in my pussy and I want every last drop of cum that you have in me too. Relax, feel me...."
I fucking came. I came and came. I came so hard it hurt. When she got off of me, cum was dribbling from her pussy, dripping on to me, and down her leg.
"Holy fuck," I said. She kissed me.
She spent the night, we fucked twice more. In the morning she had to go to work and so did I but we did meet up later on and I went to her place. I spent the night.
"So, are we a thing? Can I call you my girlfriend or what?"
"You better be calling me your girlfriend! Hell yeah we're a thing. If you ever have any concerns, you can always talk to me - I won't do you wrong like your ex did."
So I guess after 2+ years of being single, I now have a very sexy girlfriend. I have to confess that I'm still afraid, but also confess that Lori is way better in bed than my ex is - and I know I shouldn't even compare... but I think that's part of my psychological issues. And yes, I'm writing this as part of my therapy because I can't go on facebook and post shit like this... I just hope I'm not going to get fucked over again, I can't handle it - and she's the most beautiful woman I've ever been with.
Might delete later. peace.

So last night I was prayin for deliverance and I kid you not, Jesus Fucking Christ (scrappy little brother to Jesus H. Christ, The Son of Man and Holy Lamb of God) came right through the rusted wall of my trailer and sat his glowing white ass own on my bed, right beside where I was kneeling. At first I thought it was my dead pop come back to life, so I reflexively reached for his cock since I was already down on my knees. But Mr. Christ gently pushed my hand away and said I didn't need to do that shit no more because he was gonna give me a real job.

So I thought wow this sounds perty interesting. Maybe he'll make me the fucking CEO of Mountain Dew or the Moon Pie company, or gimme my own taco wagon or whatnot. Anyways, so I says, yessir Mr. Christ, my dear Lord, I'm listening and sorry for grabbin your very big and powerful dick (I immediately pologized and said penis). What kinda job is you talkin about?

So get this, he wants me to go to fuckin flight school and learn how to fly them big fucking jet planes like what them motherfucking Arabs used to attack the US of A back all them years ago! I just looked at him and said what? He says, and this is a direct motherfucking quote, he says don't be such a cocksucking little sissy. Look, pussy, I put you here and I'll take you out. Your life is already one miserable faggoty failure after another and I am offering you a chance to have the real fame and fortune you have so far only seen in your wet fucking dreams. You in or you out, boy?

So what the fuck am I supposed to do now? He wants me to fly the thing into some super tall building in motherfucking Dubiey or some such wasteland in muslimville. He said the only way to send those goat fucking infidels (his words, not mine) a righteous message was to fly my plane into some building they have that's supposedly the tallest in the world. I thought that was the statue of liberty but whatever.

Anyways, so I says how is that dumbass plan supposed to make me rich? Famous I can see, but how is you gonna make me rich if I'm fried up like a crispy chicken nugget?

He just looks right into my one good eye and mutters some crap about riches in heaven and whatnot and when I start to call bullshit on that he just whips out his huge fuckin jesus cock and shoves it in my mouth. I been coughing up holy cum ever since.

Now I fucking start flight school in Florida in two weeks. I ain't never prayin again, I tell you what.

All of my nature wants to do something gor the Devil and my Lord that I like. But then I remember how mad I got. I blamed him for not communicating well and I did the same. I got so angry and anger actually was only me craving a little more space around him. We all have different ways of expressing the craving and care. I always liked his personality and way he expresses. Idk why my mind associate him being away as Him not liking me. But that's the way I felt and attacked. Truth is I don't feel anger or mad or something. I just crave and crave growth. The way He likes it and ways where I can get a little bit of just a little more space at His feet. So when He needs me I can do something. My submission towards Him always is bit scared that I am not doing enough. I guess that's normal when you care, you always want to be better. I felt I am failing because my Devil vanished again after saying He won't. Maybe I did failed then got mad because I crave being better. Understanding better. I don't wanna change a bit of Him. I just want to know more, walk the path more and have tasty playful reminders that we are okay. It's just two way street my Lord always agreed on that. So how am I do be good when I don't have chance to check where is His mind so I can be better. And that made me panic of losing what I crave, Him. I don't know is it attacking the personal space fact I just want to be there for someone I like nnd lust and playful with 

Anybody going to the Lords of Acid concert in Indiana? Planning on getting X'd up and we are going to be horny as fuuuuck. If we plan ahead maybe we can share. Hmu for details. If you're bland, you're SOL. (Size 13 & size 15 XW for all you foot sluts)

THANK YOU FOR THIS WOMAN LORD!

Wouldn't it help tasting me squirm and being very dirty crawling my Lord? Just asking your wet slave can't help but ask... you do like me when i try so may I Master? :p
p.s. Sorry for spamming you there lol.. You made me to hungry making me your anal little slut

My Master knows how hard for me is to sit still, no matter what trouble i get in lol He always makes me laugh when He points that out. But the word Lust is such a powerful word the way I know it for some time and the chase of it and there is constantly something I yearn from/with my Master. Such greedy pet my Lord but it's by Your cut, and she miss her Nightmare ;p.. just as well I can't resist and I have tried haha to sit still but why can't I stop thinking about what would make my Master hard and can't resist to do the things He likes and put myself in trouble and humiliation and corrupt for You. Myself and the others to... ughhh I know You are busy and I know it hasn't been long but my very insightful Master knows my dependence, my desire, His power over me...
either way I think when my Master notices His crawling slave again I think He will like what have I done on this trip ;p
mmmm I think i just was nostalgic like it Jas been sooo long when You had Your eyes on me
I've been very bad girl my Lord very very bad 

Good morning my Lord.. i hope after hearing my Master will be in a mood to stop punishing His little slave.. all she wants is just a little attention and path to continue.. hope I was a good girl and earned a little mercy from my Sadist and poked my veryy Angelic Master

Not pressuring my Master but can't we squeeze a little bit of fun it's so hot. Not being demanding or anything like that, my Master looks stressed and intense. Just craving to explore all sorts of Your moods and sensations, and it's slutty taste for me. Slutty learning and growing while doing so. You say my wetness is hot and my willingness to crawl. So it's just a reminder of that, keeping mischief alive, and to share this choking naughty thoughts raw and fresh. Exploring more different things. Well right now my mind is like, sky is a limit, but can't explore without my Lord. Not demanding to be feed or so, just to squeeze our misbehaving a little in your daily just a bit for reminder. Thank You

Do tell me my Lord it has been taking my sleep. Indeed. But when You manage to read this, do tell me it makes me curious.. Is it my loyal playful energy that bad? Or my desire for Your eyes while busy even if it means just being Your porn, sharing does trouble me deeply? Is it that bad that when You are gone I got new things for me that I know You would like? Is it bad that I kept the playful and made opportunities that are very troubling for me? And do tell me how bad it is that Your collared slave paniced when not hearing You for long because she worries not to choke You.Do tell me please what part has been soo bad? How bad it is that I want just a flow and to live in fun moments and explore with You? Do please tell me we know I like all. So do tell me please is there no other madness for me besides missing the path with You? Or no more nightmares? But do tell me what have I done to not earn like a good girl, you sure do call me that a lot. I was just being a porn and playful little bitch.. just a little reminder of all the madness we enjoy 

Lord Satan, Ancient one.
Reveal to the world,
The true nature of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
For thousands of years, his followers have called you the evil
One.
Yet Jehovah has killed millions of innocents,
Including children and animals in his brutal sacrifices.
As the Accuser,
expose him and all his evil actions.

Lord Satan…
Since birth many have been programmed to believe the Bible.
They live as slaves to a god they only know through words.
This book has caused many to live in fear of eternal
punishment.
They feel shame because they have been taught that they are
‘ sinners ‘
If they would only realize that the greatest deception is the
concept of ‘ sin ‘.
Used by the tyrant god to control humanity.
Show them reality and set the world free.

Please help you chosen ones.
Many struggle with having been brainwashed by clergy.
Take the Bible from their hands and minds.
Destroy it!
Set hymns and catechism ablaze,
And make communion wafers crumble to dust.
Expose the traditions of old as empty promises.
In exchange give them the truth of what was, is now, and that
Which is yet to come
Nema!

My Lord likes it when I arch my back like this :p

I'm going camping next weekend for a couple of days with my church group. All I can think about is how easy it would be to slip away to another's camp to suck a man's cock, or be fucked by him or his friends. The thought of this old fat white church girl being used as a slut for strangers keeps me soaking wet and wanting enough to try it.
Almost.
I've come so close to putting and add on Craigslist. I am deathly afraid. I just want to be fucked. To be used. To just be a pass around slut for a night or if I am so lucky, just to suck a stranger's cock in the woods.
I do not want to go to jail. Or be caught by my church group...(Heaven forbid).... or to be hurt.
Lord. How do I get the courage and step over the line?

My Lord sorry for overreacting.. please if we can not discipline me with your absence? I’ll be very good girl I promise. My Master is crazy and I just overreacted please please can we continue with negotiations?

My ex-MASTER really was a horny, dark lord!

I'LL CANNOT FUCKING WAIT TIL OUR MOTHETFUCKING LORD JESUS CHRIST SMITES THE HOLY FUCK OUT OF YOU GODDAMNED DISGUSTING, SHITCAKED, COCKSUCKING, DOGFUCKING, PEDOPHILIC, MOTHERFUCKING, ATHEIST, SATAN WORSHIPPING, TRAILER TRASH, UNEDUCATED, MOON PIE AND OPOSSUM EATING FUCKING RETARDED ASSWIPE FAGGOTS.

I TRULY CANT WAIT. IT WILL BE THE GREATEST MOTHERFUCKING DAY OF MY LIFE TO WATCH OUR LORD JAM HIS MOTHERFUCKING HOLY SWORD OF A COCK SO FAR UP YOUR FAGGOTY ASSES HE SPLITS YOU IN TWO! ONLY THEN WILL JUSTICE AND RIGHTEOUSNESS FINALLY BE ALLOWED TO PREVAIL ON EARTH, AS IT DOES IN HEAVEN.

Thought of surprising my Lord when less sleepy.. with a phone in my pocket to capture the dirty moment of me trying to be a dirty little slave.. because i love making my Master’s lips curl into deviant smile.. 
it lasted longer just the background noises ruined sound 

My Master is so right i am such whore for His attention and His attention makes everything better. Is that bad my Lord? Is it bad i whored for having same and trade my limits for that, for that same desire? I do love when my Master gets all excited for His slave and daily wants to consume my mind and my body.. and yes i am being troubled little today with my whore task because idk have I earned what slave craves like i did while ago.. my Master painted me with His attention and made me more addicted.. and now I think I need to beg Him not to use that against me
this is how He sent me in walk

Yes Master I am your little cum whore, and mind fucked little slut just looking at you.. too nervous to say more but hope this will feed my Sadistic Master mind. And as I was bad and not jumping whit prude and bf.. i made similar situation and had bi watching us while she wanted so bad to be fucked, making her upset like i did with prude a little as bi likes one of the guys making myself in same time more feeling exposed.. and if my Master was in hare the other day and I hesitated I am so sorry my Lord.. you make me all dizzy and grasping for Your mood! I do want to impress my Lord and I do wanna try I am I promise.. and please just when You can a word of You not because I earned with this but when you can give me a breath please just because you can and means a lot to your slave.. i can say the vibe was like on my trip working them in the car with my bad mouth crashing in my house already wanting to fuck me.. rest details when You allow me to blush infront of you please do take this as my begging please.. crawling dragging at your feet all my submission over and over

sweet lord i need more!!

I just want to sit in silence with You. I miss Devil so much. Keep thinking and craving to update on my workout task and everything. I don’t want my tasks to stop. I don’t want my Lord to close up. Those days without them or all messed up have me nervous. I like when my Lord set things in place. And I love my tongue piercing. And I’m always sad when he is not around. It’s soo honest and soo real. No game at all and such high risk. I really freaked out and still am. But on top of it I just hope You are well and I don’t mind sitting in silence. 
p.s. would post something new but don’t want to expose others 

I owe everything to the superhuman race of mighty Blackness. I will be forever in your debt. Oh glorious Nubian Kings & Queens, hear my prayers! I hereby forsake the inferior white ways. I blaspheme the inferior christian gods. I gleefully destroy hundreds of years of family heritage. I accept & appreciate the Gospel of the Almighty BNWO. It is with tremendous pride that my white bloodline will end with me & BBC. Oh’ Ebony Goddess! Oh’ praise your holy name. As I bow before your Holy Blackness, please hear my daily prayers. Grace me with your Melanated guidance as a faithful missionary of the BNWO Holy Gospel in anything & everything I do.
  OH’ Almighty AFRICAN SAVIOR, I bow before thee as your humble white sissy. I beg for communion with your life-giving Black Seed. I eternally pledge my obedient heart, a loyal soul, & my mind of shame from wretched whiteness. Kneeling in awe before your Darkness reaffirms my love of Black servitude. I am amazed. Nothing compares to the greatness of the Black Race.
  Pound my pussy as I preach the pulpit’s these final words of worship! From the top of my cum-stained lungs I now proudly proclaim! Oh’ ALMIGHTY AFRICAN SAVIOR…..you are the one true God. The King of Kings. Lord of Lords. Ruler of Everything. African Divinity, the Alpha. African Divinity, the Omega. Omnipotent African Divinity Eternity. To this Superior African Sacredness, I solemnly swear this eternal public declaration: 
 — Take my heart, Oh Great Blackness, make it yours.
  —Snatch this body, breed me as your whore.
   —My mind is now for Black Control.
    —Take this christian soul & turn it BLACK as coal.
🖤💋✊🏿💋♠️💋🙏🏿

I am sexually active with my father. He is 60 and I am in my late 20's. My mother passed away 5 years ago. I guess it is because I feel sorry for him. He use to look so sad and lonely. He is very shy and not very outgoing. I have never been sexually attracted to him but I do enjoy the sex with him. He is so kind, gentle and happy to please me. I would have to say it is at times better love than with my boyfriend.
I hope the good lord forgives me.

I confess: I love the Lord with all my heart, mind and soul. Sometimes I cry when I think about how much I love Him and how much He has done for us, and how much He suffered for our sins. And for over two thousand years we have just shit all over Him, as if we don't even care about His pain. I am sobbing as I write this. I'm sorry. But I just can't understand why everybody doesn't live Him like I love Him.

Thank you for reading. I hope God blesses each one of you.

Henry

I hope this will make You more willing to give me as you said you will.
To give me more, because it's fun when I have your attention your time and when we create together my Lord.

This one is from adventure when my Master sent me to get my pussy filled for him by stranger. A toy he choosed.

If I made my Master hard and to peeking. As I am going to a trip tomorrow and cant post visual here. Will my Master keep peeking to see a little bit of me if He missed seeing me? He was always visual. I will be leaving some sexy things. If it was just a reward for my efforts, thank You. I will then wait when my Master feels more in mood to create with me something more crazy than I am able to craft on my own. My Master is my fuel and the Devil that corrupts me. I would invite You to my trip and misbehaving but we know that whe not playful my Master won't accept it. I do hope I made You hard and curious to peek more. And do know my Lord I love to please You bit You are my fuel and our energy. Thank You

Good Lord.... ride this monster!!

My Lord will You not show up just for sec? It would be my partly reward to know You are okay a little and well i am trying to perk up
my Master will He allow me?
hope Your day at work was okay because it’s half day x
ohhh can we stop troubling my masochist?? Please even those not on purpose 😋

What a sinister breeze for a sec.. thought of your attention and some content I gathered bubbled up with sensations around it. And ones I want to offer my Lord bubbled even more.. would love if that was my Lord curious and craving to use His toy and let her serve Him. What an excitement and poke of desires when I think I have just a little of Your attention and how much I crave to misbehave and put a show for Your twisted eyes.. will You make my wish come true my Lord? Will you let me be a good little fuck toy for You
my body put the best show when it has Your eyes on it ;p
that was tasty hope wish it was You ;)so excited to be allowed to share everything that has been and that has grip on me

my lord

Prof keeps asking when and the teacher messaged to lol.. I’m getting in trouble again :p
thought maybe to wear this dress for my date with her my Lord, slave is all ready and well have some new thoughts that you might like. Actually my Master inspired me for a lot.. I think i was a little dumbass again lol… oh and i can cash I gave it a thought.. actually wanted to tell you the other day but you were busy.. a little sad that my Master feels unwell. Hope by tomorrow you feel all better and let me make it up for you. Because I can’t be selfish at all x.. 
I know you are unwell but if you find strength for one message before i start my task tomorrow would be perfect x

I love and worship Lord Satan.

I have a fuck buddy. Late 30s, slim, with a wonderfull ass. So hot, so fucking hot, but ugly as hell. She is a blonde, so, from behind, you would think - "dear lord, what on earth is this?" Honestly, from behind, she is a sex godess.

But man, her face. It is not a little ugly, it is really, really ugly.

She had a thing for me, for ages, and I really wasnt interested, but she was really pushy. And, it began with a bit of snogging, and a handjob, after a drunk night out. After I came, she licked the cum off her hands, while moaning like a bitch in heat. It evolved into casual encounters. Now, two years later, it is almost a relationship. We fuck three times a week, sometimes even more, we are together all the time, and she started talking about the future.

I havent introduced her to anyone, as my girlfriends, since, I dont consider he as one. And now, she talks about the future. I dont see any with her. I mean, the sex is great, I have tried every, single perverted thing that ever crossed my mind, and she accepts everything, but she is just too ugly to be my wife.

Be honest, am I just being a shallow cunt?

Hail the dark lord

My Lord this break doesn’t count please don’t count it. We were supposed to go to prof tonight and i do very crave to misbehave with my Master very much and You do like me hungry. Please let me know how You are are You worry me to much :/

I talked wid Jeezus today. I toled him that I wus sory fer lookin at all thes nekkid womin. He came into my hart and forgives me and I wuz to spred the news.
I wunt yall to clos yer eyeballs and say after me: Lord Im sory for lookin at all this nekkid womin and lookin at ther butholes and titties and privat areas. say Lord take thes hardons away from my body and tale lust frum my hart and dick. he will restore yew and give yew life free frum sin and sex.

This is the dumbest shit I have ever read. This is why I hate muslims and can't stand islam. They're a bunch of bullshit artists that speak SHIT.

Question: Why can muslim men have as much women as they want and women be denied this same benefit?
Answer: Women get the same benefit but not in this life. Only in the next life. Praise Allahbaba.

http://www.islamweb.net/womane/nindex.php?page=showfatwa&FatwaId=83959

Question:
I don't mean to sound like a disbeliever, but scholars always speak of the reward for men in heaven how they will have "Hour al-'Een". How can a man can keep more than one wife? What's in it for women? I believe Allah to be a Just and Fair God. I just want to understand. If there are any books you recommend I would be grateful. I need to learn more because I feel that the way Islam is preached nowadays is undeserving to God. There are so many misconceptions and preachings that make you want to turn away from Islam. Allah is a kind God, Tender and Gentle with His worshippers. Where is all this meanness and bad presentations coming from?

Answer:
Praise be to Allah, the Lord of the World; and may His blessings and peace be upon our Prophet Muhammad and upon all his Family and Companions.

One has to believe that Allah, The Great and Almighty, is Just, Generous Affectionate, Wise and All-Knowing. He does what He likes and chooses; no one has the right to review or rebut His Orders. So, He, in His Wisdom, has chosen that a man can marry four women, not the opposite. Here, only those who have faith and insight can recognize the wisdom behind such a ruling.
He has decreed that a believer can take delight in a number of al-Hour al-'Een (dark-eyed damsels), while a believing woman only loves her husband and wants nobody but him.
Allah Says (interpretation of meaning): {And with them will be chaste females, restraining their glances (desiring none except their husbands), with wide and beautiful eyes. [37:48].
You have to know that there are no unmarried people in Paradise. A woman who was spinster or her husband was not from the people of Paradise will be given a husband and rewarded with Divine blessings and bliss, that no a human being can imagine.
In addition, know that there is no similarity between affairs of this life and those of the Hereafter.
In other words, a woman may wish to have more than one husband in this world, but she will not have such a desire in the Hereafter, i.e. in the Paradise, since her delight lies in having only one husband, without wishing a substitute.
This, in fact, shows completeness of the Divine wisdom, His ability and kindness.
Thus, a Muslim is advised to seek from this Present Life what leads him/her to the Paradise. In simple words, he/she does not have to be engaged with such matters (discussed in this Fatwa) that cannot be changed.
If Allah honors him/her with entering the Paradise, he/she will see what no eye has ever seen, hear what no ear has ever heard and what no one can imagine.
We ask Allah to make us and you from the people of His Paradise and favor.
Allah knows best.

"All sane and healthy biological creatures are racist, because they want to make sure their own DNA, or DNA as close as possible to their own survives... Most humans still actively choose a mate of their own race, in spite of the massive race-mixing lie-propaganda they are exposed to."

My Lord and Master the mighty Varg

Hope my Lord Devil can hear it. It was hidden and I can’t listen now
and slave hope this gets her answers 
he came fast seeing my piercing made him more excited and went that course 
gagged louder so You know what happened 

I didn't write this, I saw it in Playboy once, enjoy.

There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you,
'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do.

As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high.
But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night,
and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light.

Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back.

He tried PCP, he tried THC, but they never quite did the trick. Poppers nearly blew his heart, mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. Hash was a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong. Quaaludes made him stumble, booze just made him cry, Then he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high.

Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat...lived high up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall. "Well, hell!" says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly,
Till I find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high."

So out and off goes Gimme-Some-Roy, to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he climbed that cliff...back down again he'd slide . . .
He'd sit and cry, then climb some more, pursuing the perfect high.

Grinding his teeth, coughing blood, aching and shaking and weak, Starving and sore, bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat,
As there in repose, and wearing no clothes, sits the god-like Baba Fats.

"What's happenin', Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz . . .
I hear you're hip to the perfect trip... Please tell me what it is. "For you can see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die, So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?"

"Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "Another burned out soul, Who's lookin' for an alchemist to turn his trip to gold. It isn't in a dealer's stash, or on a druggist's shelf... Son, if you would find the perfect high, find it in yourself."

"Why, you jive mother-fucker!" says Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet,
I froze three fingers off my hands, and four toes off my feet! I braved the lair of the polar bear, I've tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself? What kinda shit is this?

My ears, before they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kindsa crap; But I didn't climb for fourteen years to hear your sophomore rap. And I didn't climb up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is, or I'll kill your guru ass!"

"Okay...okay," says Baba Fats, "You're forcin' it outta me... There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. A wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree.

Now, once every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky,
And he who eats of the Tzutzu flower shall know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave...hits like the blazin' sun. And the high? It lasts forever, and the down don't never come.

But, Zabolee Land is ruled by a giant, who stands twelve cubits high, And with eyes of red in his hundred heads, he awaits the passer-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the river of slime, Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you slay the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree."

"Well, to hell with your witches and giants," says Roy, "To hell with the beasts of the sea--
Why, as long as the Tzutzu flower still blooms, hope still blooms for me."

And with tears of joy in his sun-blind eyes, he slips the guru a five, And crawls back down the mountainside, pursuing the perfect high.

"Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God, alone. "Yes, Lord, it's always the same...old men or bright-eyed youth... It's always easier to sell 'em some shit than it is to tell them the truth."

I wonder every single day while doing my tasks and having two orgasms and feel like it rips and put more knots in my stomach, trying to stay good girl and believe in rule my Master made.. when you lust so deeply you keep on wanting and go beyond what you feel safe about because you want to taste more and earn your place regardless how Evil your Master is.. how much Devil wants me embarrassed for my willingness how much He wants me embarrassed for being fragile and corrupted for Him and does He want me to regret getting corrupted by His taste and being a mess for His pleasure.  How broken He wants His toy, didn’t she broke almost everything for her Devil when she jumped into threessome and then having 3 man fuck her and fill her in same time because only because her Master enjoys that wasn’t it beautiful for her Devil that she doesn’t mind being broken for Him.. wondering will all those tasty things like little tasks and desire to please in her fragile way like buying things for her Master be taken… and was the willingness something that took that a bit of beating stone in His chest.. keep wondering will He deny me being at His feet and refuse my willingness and take away last thing He gave.. and keep thinking about how willing this slave is and what’s so bad in it.. what’s so bad that she can’t even deserve a word from her Lord.. and how much evil He will be and what happened with Him saying that everything slave does for Him take His attention.. And why would He take my privilege to even beg.. because slave only have one more day for that.. why would she be stripped of all tomorrow and what happened to being allowed to beg for Devil to corrupt her..and to all tasty things that makes you dizzy and anxious but so willing..

Good lord he is part pony

I want to share my best sexual experience with you all. I am 21 and my ex is 20 she is a chubby girl. She has a boyfriend at the moment, but its a long distance thing. She was in my town and needed a place to stay and she asked me.I said yes, knowing we would have to share a bed, and most likely that I would fuck her again, but it got very interesting. I live with my landlord who is an old guy (70). She was in my room and when we were together she would wear a tight red thong that I really liked, she got changed and she was wearing it and I knew she had done it on purpose. she put on a skirt and and a shirt but we were just lounging about the house. My land lord often sits in his room and watches tv and was a little over eager to meet her when she came and we joked about it when she was upstairs, we thought it would be fun to toy with him. Its not unusual for me on a quiet night to watch tv with him in his room on his sofa and I took my ex down there and we all sat there. she had her shirt unbuttoned so bra was showing just a little and no tights on. she would bend down a lot and panties were clearly visible and I would exchange glances with my landlord whilst we sat on the couch. She said she was going for a shower and would be back soon. When she was gone my landlord talked about her a lot and he was clearly enjoying it. When she came out of the shower, in a towel we could see her from the room and I said come sit down. we had talked about this before and she pretended to be unsure but she sat down wrapped in a towel and continued watching, she let the towel slip and her boob came out, she laughed and said that she was exposing herself. To which my landlord replied that he didnt mind at all. at that point my ex said "oh really" and got her boobs out dropping the towel to cover her lower half in a playful way and covering them back up. My landlord was shocked and I laughed and touched her boob and she giggled. My land lord was staring and I told him he could touch too and he did. eventually she just got her boobs out and let him play with them. I started to finger her under the towel and she moaned and my landlord started to suck her nipple. After a while she laughed and took my landlords shirt off and undid his trousers. I watched her get his cock out and suck it I stayed sat and watched and she got mine out too and was jerking me off. my landlord exploded over her face and then watched me fuck her whilst still playing with his cock. then when it was all finished we left back to her room.

My Lord?
Your pet still needs natural fixing of Yours please 

SAY:
SUBLIME AJITA LORD MAITREYA
HELP AND PROTECT ME AND GUIDE ME FOR THE SAKE OF ALL BEINGS.
I LOVE SEX WHEN DONE WITH RESPECT AND LOVING KINDNESS.....

It still makes my insides contorting under that power my Master have. And this is my Lord the bj number two for the one night. How many times You think I’ll meet the sensation and fact where i say. My Master makes me be His little whore and whore me to who He wishes 

Hail Lord Satan!!
Fuck you Jesus Christ

Was so mad but my affection just come back and that energy like that night when I said do to me whatever You want is back and so strong. I don’t want to frustrate You i miss Your mood and even grumpy You i miss all. And i just hope You are tormenting me and that You are doing well.. ill be cheeky on my trip hoping You will show up just keeping my grave and those opportunities but won’t jump without my Devil.. oh I am clawing a wall my Lord but I’ll be less on here just so You know and here is screenshot from that night actually professor took my phone and recorded a bit. You can see watcher fucking me and daddy behind my head and then i was sucking him.. wonder would You get a bit posessive seeing it and took me for Yourself.. or Ill hear i was very bad girl
i just want to be Your good girl.. and prove You that You have trained me well x
sooo hope everything is fine for You and i miss You in all Your moods

My Lord knows I don’t do excuses. And You really did made me lost again. And then I forget time and all is just crazy around me. It’s not first time You fuck up my hormones or such. So like I said I realised I am living day ahead when I got to bus station and they said it’s tomorrow. But trip wasn’t fun anymore so I came back home. Either way, please forgive e my Lord. I do hope You had awesome day and slightly sad I wasn’t part of it. I recreated my one of favorite days for bday note. And for apology I ordered something You will I hope like. Please don’t hold me suffering because I mixed it. My desire was good one, to have piercing on Your bday and therefore even more impact on my crazy head, but You my Lord fuck with me very much. 

Usually others find me to be a trouble. Mischief. And I sort of am. I like getting in one otherwise my mind is bored. I always like creating something no matter what’s going on. But I more like feeling my Lord being bigger trouble then I am, a true Leader for this little toy. The Devil and his devilish toy. It sparks my mind with desire for trouble soon I wrote that. A desire for this chapter as it was going to continue. Him letting me be open as I never was, blushing and being cute for Him. Begging for my Creator to dive me in this new areas. They whisper how much they are longing to explore there. Waiting my Lord to lead the way. 
P. S. I think that stream was close to waterboard? Was it?

Thank you lord

AVA SATAN, DARK LORD AND MASTER. 

So there I am fucking my new girlfriend for the second time,when she says come on baby fuck my ass and she puts my cock up her ass and didnt even miss a beat. I have never seen a women cum like that, Im in heaven,usally its a fight to get it in a chicks ass, good lord where has this women been all my life ....hell ya shes a keeper and shes hot as fuck to boot. I have just won the lottery.

My very first time when my Master actually gave me as slave for throat fuck.. please my Lord little slave is begging You let me be at Your feet 

He made a dare for her to kiss me loll.. seems like he will nudge her as well for some intimacy
1. is my Master finished with work? Does He like what she chosen for me?
2. Is chatting here a statement of some sort my Lord?