Topless girl on Cannon Mountain NH

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.

GIANT BUTT

I was at a small house gathering.

And myself and others were talking about mountain biking.

Then this woman, Jenny, who's friends with my then girlfriend said "I have a giant butt."

I didn't say anything. I did not know how to react.

Thankfully after being 27 years old I had learned a little bit about life. I had grown up a bit.

So.... while sitting next to my girlfriend I resisted my urge to say "Jenny!! You have a lovely butt!!! I've noticed!!! "

No disrespect to my former girlfriend. But her friend Jenny had the most fantastic ass.

Anyhoo.... evidently i was way off topic. As we were all talking about mountain bikes.

The hottest, and at the same time the most plain sex I ever had, I had with my wife's friend.

So, this happened some five years ago. My wife is hot, unlike her friend, who, was kind of interesting while in her 20's, but after 35, she let herself go, got a little fat, and she was never pretty, but not ugly either.

She had a turbulent marriage, out of which she came out as a single mother, not doing well financially, whole nine yards.

My wife talked about her a lot, how she had a hard time, how she tried dating, but the guys were awful, etc. I didn't give much thought to it - who cares.

Destiny had it, that my wife convinced me to take her, and her kid, along with us and ours, for a prolonged weekend to a mountain resort, only to have my wife, being called back from work on Friday morning, so she had to get back home, and I was left alone with her.

Her behavior changed instantly, and... You know, how they say, that bitches are in heat? Well, she sure was.

Kids asleep, it was summer time, and we were drinking in the balcony. I would never do it sober, scared of the consequences, but ,hey, I got drunk, she got touchy, and I just flat out asked her, no, told her, something like "you act like you wanna fuck".

She responded that she wants it, and sat on my lap.

It wasn't anything special, but it felt really good. She got her panties down, and rode me, with her dress still on. Kissed me all the way through, moaned so loud I had to put my hand on her mouth from time to time, she came really fast.

I had the clear mind, to pull it out, and cum on her ass, and dress.

On Saturday and Sunday we did nothing, came back home, and never spoke of it again.

I was scared, once getting sober, that I just ended my marriage, but I guess she saw it for what it was, a moment of our weakness, that shall never happen again.

Five years have passed since then, and I guess I am in the clear. Throughout that time, she, never again, showed not even a glimpse of interest in me, which is good.

Now, that is it. I know it ain't much, but this one is mine.

I confess that I love watching sexy women smoke...both in person and on video. And smoking sex is nothing but hot.

A woman stroking my cock while blowing her smoke at me is a guaranteed explosion. The smell of second hand smoke sucks. But when a good looking women is exhaling it right at me it just smells like sex.

I've had four or five partners that have really gotten in to the fetish too. I'm a lucky man.

Lots of different paths up the mountain, right?

I confess that I just hate these god-damn niggers running around. A few days ago I had to go to the bank to cash a check. It was a sizable amount so had to go inside instead of the drive-thru. I went in and stood in the long ling waiting for a teller while looking around. I haven't been in there since last month and the place looked like shit! The nice furniture they had before was replaced by some mauve upholstery and the nice shiny stone floor was replaced by this ugly tan carpeting!

When the line moved up, I got closer to the tellers. Three were humans and one was a big fat sheboon with corn rows and a gold front tooth. I thought it was a male at first but two saggy mountains were attached to its chest! I silently prayed that I would get one of the humans, 3/4 odds isn't bad odds. Finally, the lady in front of me was called up by a man and the nigger was the only one open. It hollered "Next?! C'mon up he-re Mista!". I pretended like I didn't notice since I wanted to wait for a human but they were busy with customers.

The idiot behind me tapped me on my shoulder and said "That lady on the left is open, sir." Then I just decided to go up to the sheboon as I was too considerate of others to hold up a line like a nigger would. I went up to the sheboon and presented my check to it.

"Is this real?" it asked me with an odd ball glance. I nodded silently but was thinking "of course it is you stupid ass nigger!" Then the sheboon typed into the computer and had me give my ID. I been a customer of this bank for 12 years and this was the first nigger who serviced me. I had given it a form so it would deposit most and I wanted two thousand eighty in cash. I was given a receipt that showed the money was now in my account.

The nigger started counting out the cash I was owed and when finished, gave me it. I counted it to myself because I didn't trust this nigger and sure enough I was about two hundred short! I axed the sheboon that it made a mistake and I needed two hundred more. "But Is counted it, mista!" it yelled out. I said "No, when I counted there was two hundred missing. Can I see the manager!" The nigger snarled and yelled back "You musta hid it in yours pocket! I counted the change right!"

All the commotion had alerted a security guard who came over and demanded to know what the problem was. I told him that this sheboon took $200 from me. She screamed that she counted it fairly and that I was hiding it. The manager finally came over from hearing the loud fuss the sheboon was making and asked what was going on. I filled him in while the sow began squealing that she counted it right. I gave him the money and he counted it. Sho nuff, there was $200 short. He told the sheboon so but she yelled "He musta hided it!" I said that the sheboon saw me count the money right in front of her and I had no time to hide anything. I said they could even look at the surveillance camera if they wanted.

After I brought up the camera, miraculously the sheboon put $200 on the counter saying it fell on the floor while she was counting. I didn't buy it at all because niggers are criminals. I don't know how this one got a job at the bank unless AA or a liberal was responsible. The manager apologized to me and gave me a free tote bag that they give out to those who open new accounts. I didn't accept and told him that I wanted to close my account. This one niggerfuxated experience was enough for me!

I then left the bank and got into my car. I then called a friend to tell him of what happened. Twenty minutes or so later, I started to pull out of the parking lot but then as I'm driving away I see that sheboon with two security guards outside the building! I think it got fired or arrested..or both . I won't be going to that bank again. If they are stupid enough to hire one nigger then more and more will come in eventually. My friend recommended his bank that doesn't have any nigger tellers at all and that's where I opened a new account that very day.

Anybody else ever have coon-tact with niggers, and it just ruins your day?

Lots of people and religions claiming they're right. But I have an idea about what reall came first. So here's my made up two cents for religion. Hope ya like/hate it.

Before anything was even in existance, before time and space there was one. And that one was Death. For without him there would be no life. He is older than any god/anti-god. Any heaven/good place or hell/bad place. And he was so powerful he was separated into three parts of himself after the birth of his children.

His spirit which contains his undying essance and mystic prowess.
His mind which contains his influence over all.
And his body which is so giant and powerful, you are but a grain of rice in his hand.

This separation came after the birth time of the heavens and hells. His mistress pure and true was going to give birth to many children. These children would represent the sins/negetivities of all religions. The mistress caring for purity did not want Death changing them to be unpure of what they would be, which by changing them would save her life.

The heavens and hells put their quarrels aside to try to stop this birthing. For many months on end, the heavens and hells fought against Death, his three sworn brothers, and their armies. But alas, the armies could not break through. Durring the final days of the battles, The gods of the heavens and hells joined the battle. Forcing Death and all his sworn brothers and their armies to stay on the frontlines. It was that time the children were born.

Right after their birth, the children being what they were, turned on their mother right after birth and killed her with no remorse. And because they were sin/negitivity incarnate, as long as there was sin/negitivity they could not die. All the forces sensing this birth having happened, the fight was now useless. The time for a new power to lead the upcoming world was neigh.

It was then Death his sworn brothers and their armies made the Apocolispe pact. Only in the hours of this new worlds end shall these forces rise again to end the world to begin the process anew. The three sworn brothers were made housed behind Deaths house. The armies made into a vast petrified forest surrounding his house. And his parts separate.

The Spirit remains within the first house, that sits atop the mountain within his forest.
The mind stays with his children withing a looking mirror at the end of the second house that contains nightmares and shadows of madness that is housed within the mountain.
And the body remains in the throne room at the bottom of the third house under the mountain that brings any fears and paranoias you have to life.

And that's my story. Care to give your thoughts?

Wisdom overcomes all ignorance if people learn it. Educate yourself, TYT and RT america on youtube.

Hot hole for men to pound and fill. North Country White Mountains. 

Part 6: Last day of skiing

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After I left the Sauna/Spa and went up to my room, I heard what kind of reward Mike got for playing the alpha male. That faint squeaking noise again. When Mike and Jolie got down to dinner, I was already there. She wore a wonderful dress again, with a little push up for her breasts. It was dark green, in perfect contrast to her hair. I cant really point a finger at it, but she looked like she just had sex. When I got close to her when she was at the salad buffet, I could even smell it. I guess it was the estrogene coming from her body. I got aroused and frustrated. I hadnt had my chance today. And I couldnt get any closer now. I finished my meal without seeing her again or being close to her. My frustration only got worse when I went to my room. I listend for them to come up too. When they came and passed, I went to my door to see if she slipped anything through this time. Nothing. I watched TV, read my book. Nothing would help. So I went to bed. When I was already half a sleep, I heard my phone vibrate. I looked at the clock. 11 pm. It was Jolie. I sat up immediately and was wide awake.
J: "I'm sorry, Mike was so protective of me. He would have recognized you if you came too close. I can chat now though, he is fast asleep."
Me:"It's okay. You looked beautiful at dinner tonight."
J: "Thanks! I was worried that my hair was messed up because I fucked Mike just before dinner."
Me:"I heard that. Your hair was fine."
J: "I'm sorry you must be frustrated, not a good topic to talk about that then. Just one more thing: Mike fell asleep so quickly, he didnt get me after dinner... I still need pleasure though..."
Me:"I have a spot for you right next to me... ;-)"
J: "I cant, its too dangerous. After last time, Mike was so suspicious."
Me:"Damn shame. Tomorrow is the last day for me..."
J: "For us too..."
- Pause -
Me:"I want to see you once more. I want to fuck you. Make you my slut."
J: "I would like that... but I dont see how... You make me wet..."
- Jolie sent a pic of her wet pussy -
- I sent a pic of my dick -
Me:"Send one with mike sleeping besides you on it"
- she did -
J: "You like that?"
Me:"Yeah I like it if you're my little slut..."

We continued chatting and exchanging pics for a while. She made me promise not to show any of those to anyone. And I only broke that rule for Anna (see my other stories). I told her I would try to follow them the next day and she agreed.
The next morning went by without anything interesting happening. I followed Mike and Jolie to the gondola as before, but this time I got into the cabin with them. It was a risk, but I felt like it. Jolie looked at me in panic, before trying to look relaxed. Mike didnt recognize me at first, but then said "Hey, dont I know you?" - my heart stopped for a moment - "You are a guest in the same hotel as we are!" "Oh yes! I think I saw you in the sauna the other day." Mike:"I hope you didnt stare at my fianceé like that old dude." He laughed. I laughed with him "No I didnt even had the chance. You left just as I came." Mike:"Right, right. So are you here on your own?" Me:"Yes, but I met nice people in the hotel." Mike:"Yeah? Who?" I looked at Jolie for a brief moment. She seemed tense. She hadnt talked at all. Me:"Well you know the cute receptionist?" Mike:"No way really? Nice bro." Me:"Thanks" even though I wasnt sure what he complimented me on. I barely suggested anything. We went silence for a little bit. When we arrived at the top, Mike asked me if I wanted to come with them. I agreed, even though Jolie looked scared. So we went down a few pistes, but after a while Mike said:"I wanted seen this black piste over at the other side, wanna join me?" Jolie answered:"You know I dont like black ones, they are too hard for me." I said:"Yeah, I'm not that good at snowboarding yet." Mike:"Okay you suckers can stay on the red piste all you want, I will try the black one. Lets meet here again in 20 min okay?" Without waiting for our answer, he went his way. We looked at each other. Smiled. We went down the piste half way, before turning into the forest once more. Once again she sucked me off, but she had to make it quick so it wasnt that much of a pleasure. I gave her a good mouth full anyway. We quickly went down the rest of the piste. The lift was only half filled when we left the bottom station. Jolie was sitting to the right of me, at the right-most seat. I leaned forward a bit, got out of my gloves and shoved my hand in her pants. My body should cover the view. She inhaled sharply. My fingers found her clit. I already felt her wetness. I played with her clit until we were close to the top station. Shortly before we arrived I told her "Get down from the mountain at 12:30 today." She looked at me in confusion, but didnt answer since we arrived and Mike was already waiting. When we reached him I said "It was nice skiing with you, but I wanna go solo for the rest of the day." Mike nodded "I get it man. Have fun!" I nodded and went my way. I made sure to be at the gondolas top station way before 12:30 so Mike wouldnt see me arrive. A little before the agreed time, Jolie arrived. We got into a cabin, I asked: "What did Mike say?" Jolie:"He wants to get as much as possible out of today." Me:"Well thats something we have in common." She smiled. While we went down hill it started snowing. Jolie sat besides me and my hand was in her pants again. She leaned against me as I fingered her pussy. Her soft moans were a pleasure for my ears. Shorty before the bottom station I managed to make her cum. She hugged me and said "Thank you. Thank you for everything." We got out of the cabin and I said "I'm not done yet. Come to my room right away, when you get into the hotel. Jolie:"But... What about Mike?" Me:" You are my slut now, dont forget that." Jolie smiled and said "Okay." I went into the hotel just before her. Went into my room and got my jacket and pants off, just before I heard her knock. She was still in her ski outfit. I took her jacket and pants off too. There she was, in her skin tight ski underwear. My cock grew in my pants. I grabbed her, pushed her towards the bed and made her bend over. She looked back at me while I peeled the bottom of her. Her ass plopped out. She stood up again and I removed her top. And her bra. Then her panties. She stood in the middle my room. Just seeing her made me hard. I threw her on the bed, got rid of my cloths as well and got over her. Kissing her. Then I got an idea. It had snowed the day before and there was still some on the balcony of my room. I grabbed some snow and went back in. I kissed her again and pushed some snow into her. It melted quickly but did it job. She moaned in excitement. I got over her and pushed her down. Forced her hands down and kissed her neck. I put my dick against her pussy, she nodded and said "do it to me... fuck me.."
I waited. She added:"Fuck me really, really hard. As hard as you can..." I rammed it in. She screamed, of lust or pain, I couldnt tell. But I fucked her. Harder and harder. She moaned louder and louder. Her first orgasm came soon, but I kept fucking. "yeaah yeahh keep going, keep going..." I did. I kept ramming my full 7 inches into her wet, tight hole. I came in her. Kept going, until her felt her pussy contract for the second time. I looked at the time.

Mike could come down any moment now. I helped her stand up and we went into the shower together. When I was applying soap to both of us, she pressed her ass against me. I covered my dick in soap, then spread her cheeks and put my tip against her asshole. She said "I never had an..aaaal", mid-sentence I pushed myself into her. I didnt go all the way - I couldnt ruin her ass like Angie's - but I fucked her with about half of it. She was in pain at first, but then seemed to enjoy it more and more, until after about 5 min she said "I just came..." I pulled out and force her to suck me off. I came in her mouth. We finished the shower. We got dress and she looked at her phone. Jolie: "Oh shit Mike will be here in 5-10 min.. I gotta go!" I slapped her ass and said "Thanks for making my skiing vacation so very... unique." She smiled, hugged me and said "We'll stay in touch yes?"
I nodded and she went to her room.

And thats the end of it. Jolie and I stayed in touch for a while, even sending nudes back and forth, after a few months she either lost interest or Mike somehow made her stop again. Since I started this story I tried to get in touch again, but no answer so far and I dont expect that to change.

If you liked it, please leave a like. That will encourage me to write more :)

I won a fight with my wife.

I'm logical. I'm respectful. She's the love of my life and I got tired of hiding the 3 side chicks. So I flat out told her. Her first reaction was anger. She claimed I didn't need anyone else, that she'd do anything they did. I shot that down quick,. They like anal, like group fun, enjoy exhibition, and piblic, and are into girl/girl. So she switched tactics and focused on dishonesty, which was fair except her opening response had been a lie that's already disproven. Red faced she went for the health risk. I pulled a key off my keychain "bottom drawer check the stack, I still test frequently and it's all dated". I explained the logic, the other 3 were purely physical release. I did things with them my wife was very clear she wasn't interested in. 3 because each introduced me to the next, and because it meant I had a chance 2 would be free that night. Absolute rage on her end but I told her I honestly I think that release valve made me a better husband. No resentment. No hate fucking. I honestly love her and could focus on her. Her retort was that if I wanted those things I could do it myself I didn't need help. That fight was last week.

Monday she told me the coffee was out. It's a small batch roaster, lives up in the mountains, peaceful hour drive. I just nodded, didn't say anything. Tuesday they reminded me again, same nod. Wednesday they got their period... I know because I time the coffee run to stop at an awesome hand crafted chocolate shop. I told you, I love her. So she's annoyed about coffee, now wants chocolate, asks when I'm going. "I'm not but please tell Jacques I said hi when you go". She presses, blames it on the fight, tries to guilt me into going. " I took your advice. I don't drink coffee, not big on chocolate, and you can do it yourself so just say hi for me". Mouth stammering, she's angry but no retort, no opening. I get a "Fine we're doing Indian tonight".  Amazing Indian place, in town, used to take her there once a month. My reply " no thanks I'm getting a pizza but I can do to go and meet you back here in 30 if you want to eat together ". Her eyes go wide and I ask if it's a bad time to mention the camping weekend this weekend with the guys. So she's got me Wednesday/Thursday and then I'm gone...

I sensed the seething rage so I explained. "You enjoyed the advantages of that release valve, loving husband, sex whenever no pressure, small batch coffee, handcrafted chocolate, Indian food, flowers weekly etc. I enjoyed the release valve.  But you put your foot down and made it clear, you can do it yourself. I gave her until Monday to decide. I'm fine with divorce. She can have half and my lawyer is on retainer. I love her but refuse to be in a position where only she benefits.

I have this dark fantasy.

As i returned to Master after having refreshed my makeup back into the perfect state that Master expected and demanded after having given him a blowjob after his dinner as usual, Master was standing waiting by the Polaris UTV waiting for me, holding a gag harness up for me. It was the gag harness i hated most, it was a large penis gag with a that had a large ball at the end. It really forced to to focus on managing my breathing since it reached deep down into y throat when fully tightened. Obediently i approached him, kissed the gag as i had been trained to and opened my mouth wide to accept the penis gag deep into my mouth. As it lodged itself deep into my throat i relaxed my throat and focused on my breathing as i held my ponytail away to make it easier for Master to tighten the straps around my head. i heard him snap small padlocks to the straps securing the harness on me. Next he motioned for me to turn around so he could lock a pair of stainless steel cuffs on my wrists and then lock them tightly together. With a firm grip on my arm he led me up and into the passenger seat of the UTV before securing me in place with the seat belt. He then went back to his tent and retrieved a small bag that he placed in the back of the UTV and got in behind the wheel and drove off, deeper into the forest carefully to avoid obstacles. i had no idea where we were going or what was happening but i was so used to obeying my Master blindly these days and i had given up resisting and trying to disobey just over a year ago. Every time i had resisted there had been severe consequences and it felt like Master had been so many steps ahead of me every time that i eventually gave up and surrendered totally. It had started with chatting online but eventually He had enforced His control over me and overpowered me and took full control of my life. Master headed deeper and deeper into the forest and eventually we arrived at the foot of a small mountain where he stopped. He went around the UTV and came around to my side where he opened the backpack and locked a pair of stainless steel ankle cuffs over my pink high heeled boots. The heels are almost 5 inches but the heels are not a stiletto heel, that would be too impractical. There was a 4 inch hobble chain locked between the cuffs severely hobbling me. The seat belt is released and Master attaches a chain to my stainless steel collar and pulls me out of my seat and onto the soft ground. With no sounds or emotions Master starts walking towards the foot of the mountain and i have no choice but to follow hobbling along, but fortunately Master walked slowly so i can keep up even though it takes an effort to keep up. i focus so hard on keeping up, not stumbling and the huge penis gag that i am somewhat caught off guard when Master stops in front of a locked steel bar gate. As i look up to see why we stopped, Master pulls out a lock pick kit and impressively quickly opens the padlock and pulls the steel bar door open. He then pulls out a powerful flashlight and leads me inside the old mine, now i have to focus even more on the ground in my high heels so i am soon very disoriented and when Master stops after several turns and twists i am totally lost. Master pulls me closer to the rock wall and i hear a loud click in the silence, and Master takes a few steps back and focuses his flashlight on an iron ring secured to the rock wall and a padlock. From that padlock goes a right chain and at first i can’t put the clues together into a clear picture but eventually it dawns on me, Master has secured me to that iron ring deep inside the mine.
i look up at Master and finally he speaks.
-Well, i am sorry to say that here is where our ways separate. I have said many times that the biggest thrill for me is to find, break and then train the perfect sissy slave. When I achieve that point with a sissy slave I get bored, I was a bit disappointed that you broke so quickly and gave up. You once told me about your deepest and darkest fantasy and it was being chained up and left in a deep dark cave so enjoy my sissy and goodbye.
Master turned and simply walked away without turning back or another word. i was totally surprised and my mind was completely blank as Master disappeared with the flashlight. i tried to follow him but was stopped by the chain after just a step. i try to pull against it to reach the disappearing light but there is no give. As the light from the flashlight went around a corner the darkness became compact. Carefully i moved backwards to the wall to get some support as i struggled to understand what just happened. Did Master really mean it or was it a trick to test me. Surely it was. With the support of the rock wall i sank down to a sitting position since it is easy to lose balance in real dark places. i try to smooth my dress out under me as i sink to the hard stone floor but i can’t since my hands are locked behind me. i listen intensely for Masters' footsteps as he returns for me. Surely he was just testing me. Of course he was, he’ll come back for me. Won’t he?

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

To hell with mountain climbing, mammary climbing is my favorite hobby!

So this week I went Skiing. It reminded me of a story I'd like to share with you from a few years ago.

Best Ski Trip ever?

Then also I went skiing. Alone. I was going to go with my friends, before they all canceled. I dont even remember why, maybe some of them were sick etc. Doesn't really matter in the end. So I arrived at my hotel, late in the evening, dinner time. The receptionist was a really cute girl in her 20's. Wearing a dirndl, her tits sticking out quite a bit. No ring on her left hand, so maybe single. I flirted with her to test the waters. After I got my keys I still wasnt sure if she was single or not. Since dinner was already being served I just left all my stuff in my room, tried to put my valuables in the safe, didnt work. "whatever" I thought and went to dinner. Even though I arrived with dire thoughts, the receptionist already lifted my spirits and what I saw in the dining room even more so. Sitting at one table right in front of the room was a girl I knew from my teenage years, Jolie (french name btw). I even fucked her once, shortly after she turned 18. We were friends before that and even after for a while, but then came her boyfriend. He had his back turned to me, but I was pretty sure it was him, partly because of his hair etc. and partly because I knew they were engaged. It was his fault that I hadnt had contact with Jolie for the last years. He was an annoyingly jealous man (rightfully so, she was fucking around alot in her younger years). He basically forbade her to write/call me back.

So there she was, looking stunning in her dark blue, tight dress. Her tits were still kinda small, but I knew they felt amazing. She saw me and stopped speaking for a second, so I quickly turned away, so her BF Mike wouldnt see me when he turned around. I knew I couldnt directly contact her, I didnt have her number anymore since she changed it some years ago and her BF would go crazy if I came too close to her. I went to my table, where I could just barely see their table, I could only see her back. I told myself to be patient. I ate my dinner as fast as possible, so when I saw her finally get up, I could follow them in a distance.
I tracked them up to the floor with their room on it, they were just down the hall from me. I went to my door and just before I entered my cleared my throat to make them look. I then went inside immediately. I hoped, if they only caught a glimpse at me, she would recognize me and he wouldnt. Standing in my room I suddenly realized that I totally forgot to go to the receptionist to talk about the safe. So I waited a minuted and went down again. I told the receptionist, Angie, my problem and she said she would come up to my room with me, just as I hoped. While standing in the elevator, I continued to flirt, asked her about her day, stood just a little to close to her so our arms touched now and then. She didnt seem to mind. We arrived at my floor and got into my room. I showed her the problem with my safe. When she went to use the master key, I once again stood very close to her. I could smell her perfume. It was just a hint, but got me hard instantly. I pushed further, pushing my cock against her dress. She backed off a little, since she was finished and the safe open. She smiled at me saying "there I think that should fix it". I quickly asked: "Do you do roomservice as well? If so could you bring to drinks to my room, after your shift ends?" Her smile broadend and her answer was "Usually I dont, but maybe I'll do it this time." When she left my room, I could see her ass swinging for me. Seems like my luck turned. Maybe it wasnt that bad to go skiing alone I thought.

I had time to kill so I thought about a way to get in contact with Jolie. I remembered the following things about her: she loved to be touched with cold hands (or ice cubes); she could take Mikes whole cock in her mouth, but not mine; she loves going to the sauna. I remembered some other things, all irrelevant here though. I figured I would try to follow her while skiing, so I had to get up early tomorrow. I could also try to see her in the sauna, but I didnt know if Mike would be there, so I had to be cautious. I also thought, Mike probably wont recognize me, since I changed quite a bit since when I last saw Jolie, and I only saw him one time. Thinking about Jolie made me kinda hard, so I wanted to start fapping, changed into the bathrobe the hotel provided, but then I heard a knock on my door. I remembered Angie, wrapped the Bathrobe around my naked body and opened the door. Only then I realized that the bathrobe was kinda short (I'm pretty tall mind you) and my cock was almost sticking out from under it. Angie didnt wear her dirndl anymore, instead her chest was covered by a tank top, low cut and tight. She wore ass-tight jeans as well. In her hands she had two drinks. "Hey there" she said, smiling at me. Then her eyes went down to my half erect penis bulge. "Hey" I said back, blushing because of my bulge. She rushed in, put the drinks on the table and said: "I dont think we need those." She then turned around to me, reached under my bathrobe and felt my balls. I kissed her passionately, grabbing her tits. She definitely liked to be in control and I let her. She pushed me on the bed, stripped out of everything and sat on my dick, pushing me down. I let her do it. She did right my dick really well, I have to say. When I tried to grab her tits she pushed my arms down. She was in complete control. I stopped trying and let her do everything she wanted. When she came riding me, she got off and started blowing my cock. She liked tasting her own juice I think. When I blew my load in her mouth, she almost choked on it. She definitely didnt expect that much cum. It was dripping from her mouth, so she licked her lips. I was exhausted, but she got dressed quickly saying: "I cant get caught fucking guests. But if you want we can do this again some time." I nodded and let her go, too tired to say anything.
That night I dreamt of Jolie. Fucking her just like I fucked Angie. When I woke up to my alarm, my dick was rock hard. I had no time to fap though, since I wanted to catch Jolie and Mike. Just before I wanted to leave my room, I heard steps in the hallway. I didnt want to crash into Jolie and Mike, so I stayed in my room. When the steps reached my door, I heard a familiar voice say "oh my shoelace got loose." I stopped breathing for a second. Could it be? Few seconds later a tiny strip of paper was slipped under my door. I heard the steps continue on their way, took the paper and read: "Is that really you? If yes, write me a short message saying 'Is this Abigale?' Mike cant know." Her phone number was written below. My plan of last night actually worked! Of course I immediately wrote the message. Then I left my room. before I got to the dining room, I recieved a message: "No this is Jolie. Wrong number, sorry!" I knew she would write something like that. Mike had to be distracted. I then entered the dining room, smiled at Jolie, she didnt appear to recognize me, until Mike looked down on his food. Then she smiled at me for a split second.

The morning continued without further interferences. I managed to stay close to Mike and Jolie and went up the mountain in the cabin just behind them. There were not a lot of people there is early in the morning. When we arrived at the upper station, I feared I would lose them, but Jolie intentionally slowed Mike down. Since I was in full Ski suit now, he wouldnt recognize me. I followed them down some pistes. All pistes where almost empty so I had to keep my distance. Racing behind them was a lot of fun. I did that the whole day. Then they went to the upper station of the gondola again, which had brought us up this morning. Jolie took off her ski, but Mike did not. He kissed her goodbye and went on skiing. I took of my snowboard as well and came up to her. "Hey there, need someone to carry your ski?" I said, smiling broadly. She turned around, looked at me, first confused, but when I took of my glasses, she smiled and hugged me. "its so good to see you again!" I hugged her back. Pressed her against my chest. "Are you done skiing already?" I asked. She nodded and said "I thought that would be the only way we could get in touch. If you keep writing me, Mike would notice." I responded "Lets do it like this: if you text me, I know its safe to text you. Mike will never know." She nodded. We took the gondola downhill. We were sitting right next to each other, not talking, just enjoying the view. I layed my hand on her thigh. Even through the fabric of her cloths I could feel her warmth. She froze for a second. But did not remove my hand. She looked a bit irritated. "I know what you are thinking. You have Mike. But be honest, why did you contact me?" she looked and me. Then at the floor. "I missed you, and I missed your cock. His dick is so small, I barely get any pleasure from fucking him anymore." We were already half way down the mountain. I put my hand in her crotch. She flinched, but didnt move. I decided to be bolder and moved my hand inside her pants. She flinched again, but this time because my hand was cold. I touched her clit and she bit her lip. We were almost at the bottom, so I knew I wouldnt have time to finish it, but I still started fingering her. Her moans followed quickly. She spread her legs, my fingers slipped even deeper into her. Then I had to remove my hand. She looked at me in spite, but then smiled and said "you'll have to finish that later." I answered:" Will you go to the Sauna? will Mike come?" She thought about it for a moment and said "Mike hates the heat. Lets meet in the sauna at 4 PM."
The gondola doors opened and we left the cabin. Jolie recieved a text just then. "Mike is coming down" she said. I nodded and left her to wait. When I went back to the hotel, Angie was sitting behind the reception. I smiled at her, got my key from her with a small note, saying "tonight, 10 pm, your room." I winked at her, she winked back and I went up to my room to take a shower.
End of part 1

I confess I was air-dropped into the mountains of central Laos to find a suitable site for an airfield base. I scoured the mountainous, forested terrain on foot and finally found an ideal valley near the Plain of Jars.

I was journaling on valentines day like any other day then all of the sudden a started to feel a magnetic pull of my pen against the fabric of space. My heart danced, a gift from my spirit lover Lilith! Soon everything I touched felt magnetic and I could feel objects as part of my body and move my spirit within them. I held my journal and my spirit within grew heavier and lighter with each word I read. Then it happened, I started feeling sounds in the air as part of my body. It would slowly drive me insane with pain and beauty. Soon the whole world became alive inside of me, my eyes a fire that clung to all that's precious in the light. The universe demanded that an alchemy be in place. I dreamed that I was the sphinx of Egypt, a butterfly landed on my nose and gave me a kiss. The butterfly told me to fire an image with my neurons and it would be hard coded into the memory of the universe. So I sat there above the tree of life in the garden of eden. I looked out to the mountains of the cursed world and upon the burning souls there. I called them into my wings through the crack I sliced into the sky with my flamming sword. My wings, threads of spiraling mirrors, Held them all. I descended into the garden and plucked a fruit from the tree of life. Before I took a bite, I sheathed my sword and proudly said "I am a Snow Dragon, I breathe the light..."

the perfect outfit for hiking in the mountains

MOUNTAIN DEW?

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."

If god really loves YOU, he must have a real hard-on for all those people he slammed into a mountain at 600 miles an hour.

Get over yourself, just cos you got lucky and survived the shark attack or whatever don't mean you're special, just means you're so full of shit the shark spit you out.

Got a piece of mail the other day, addressed to the former occupant. so I opened it, o'course, and it was a little tiny pack of mineral oil sent by a church for him to anoint his pointy head with, all for a donation of....... NINETY DOLLARS!!!!! 'Cept it was called a 'love offering' .Stupid fucker, 90 bux a bit much for unscented baby oil.

I used the oil to masturbate to anencephalic child porn, listed here : http://www.motherless.com/V301D7D8 ,

then came in an envelope and sent it back to them. How's THAT for a love offering?

Next Morman or Witness makes me zip up to answer questions about the magic talking invisible superhero who is gonna solve all their problems, I'm taking their lips for a souvenir.

fuckin whackos. Almost as delusioned as us.

To all the people complaning about certain vids getting taken off the site. You only have your self to blame. You shouldn't have mass posted "accquired taste" material on a publicly accessable website. What did you think would happen when you filled a site to the brim with dogfucking, rape, scat and old sex? A lot of people hate that shit, and do whatever they can to take it off the net. I've seen shit on here i've previously only seen on p2p. It amazes me that this site has gotten away with so much for so long.
I'm guessing a lot of you guys found this site, saw all the crazy stuff here and thought, "wow, i guess this stuff is becoming more mainstream and acceptable. i'll go TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN!" Idiots.
I swear if i lose my rape and young teens because of all you pedo furfag shit eaters....

swiss dick on a mountain. I love nude hiking! Please write if you like this too!

Nipple mountain

I am married to a man I love, and we have been on this site, together, but I will post this, anonymously, since I am still not sure if he will understand it is him, after reading it, since I will alter some minor details, not the crucial ones, for the sake of him not realizing that this is the story about us, if he reads it.

So, we are both in our early 40's, married for a long time, and our sex life has been great. Never cheated on him, and I am pretty sure he never cheated on me.

From the wild beginnings, after having kids, and great sex life during my pregnancies, things got a little cold. We both felt it, and in an effort to spice things up, included role playing, porn, and similar stuff, into our sex life, and it worked like a charm. We are going through our second youth, and nothing to complain there.

In this quest for happiness, we tried a lots of different things, except one - I wasn't ready to do anal. He was so persistent in trying to convince me, but I stood my ground, and eventually, I think he reconciled with the idea of that not being for us. I have to admit, he was even a bit mad about it, but since have cooled off.

Now this is not much of a confession, as much as a question for all the men out there, but I will get to it, in a minute.

Maybe a year ago, we were both really drunk, after our friend's birthday, came to our room around 5 a.m. (we were all in a mountain resort for the birthday), and in the drunken rubbing and poking, I was turned to the side, as he tried to enter me. I was almost half a sleep, as I presume was he, since he was just semi hard, trying to do something. In all of that "searching", I just felt him going in, the other path. It felt bitter, and good, at the same time. I turned a little, his eyes were closed, and I am pretty sure he had no idea. It still felt good, since he was going in and out, in a slow pace, still with a semi erected penis. I guided his hand towards my clit, he poked a little, but since he was very tired, gave up after a few seconds, so I started touching myself.

What an orgasm!!!! It was so powerful. Soon after, he came inside me, and the feeling was oh, so pleasant.

Now, tomorrow I was sure he had no idea where he was, since he asked me if he came in me (I am not on the pill), and I just responded he did, but I managed that. And that was it.

I couldn't forget how great it was, but I was under the impression that, if we tried it again, sober, that it would be rough, since he is very rough, generally, and that it just won't be that good, so I kept my mouth shut. On the other side, he was so cross that I didn't let him in, before, that I was afraid he might take it the wrong way, if I suddenly, told him we did it, and that I liked it.

Fast forward to two weeks back, again, a long night, with a few drinks too many, and once again, he was too drunk to do anything specific, except to poke me and provoke me, to either take it from the side, or ride him, since there was no stamina left in him. Poking game started, once again, with two differences, this time, I wasn't that drunk like on the previous occasion, and that this time, he was as hard and long, as he can get.

He was just looking for the entrance, and this time, it wasn't an accident, I led him there. Guided his hand to my clit, and this time, he didn't quit, he touched me slowly, while going in and out, even slower. It took me just a few minutes to get off. It was a big one, lights out orgasm.

He ended soon after, but this time he pulled out.

Now, I am sure that not even this time, he realized what happened. Generally, we are very open about our sex life, with this being, maybe, our only exception.

We get to the question - should I tell him what we did, and ask him, to do it again, in the same way? Will he be mad that I like it now, but I refused him for so many years? Is it possible to have anal sex that can be pleasurable for both sides, especially since he is, whenever we are not having sex while drunk, very rough, and powerful during sex? Or should I just wait for another year or two to pass, for us to get the same conditions, to do it again?

Such hard nipples….i would love to be climbing a mountain with her….

your momma so fat mountain lions sleep on her titties

Norwegian mountain

Camille came to work with me one day, a few months after we’d met. It was ladder work, which is why she wanted to come. I work alone mostly. And she likes being up on the ladder. I built a business taking care of people’s homes. When people ask me what I do for work, that’s what I tell them, I take care of people’s homes, but the real answer is so much more. On this day with Cam we’d be scraping window trim. But the next day is car transportation to and from the airport. And the day after is finding and fixing a small leak, but most likely replacing the dishwasher, and then repairing the flooring from the damage. Oh, and then I have to pick up clothes from a customer and allocate them elsewhere, but not before rebuilding a screen door and making and installing shelves for a local coffee shop. But on this day we’ll be on ladders scraping window trim. Which is why Cam wanted to come.

Cam stepped out of the bedroom that morning into the hall as I was exiting the bathroom. “How does this look?” She asked me. Referring to the outfit she chose to wear to work that day, she showcased it with an impromptu hallway-width catwalk turn. Unbelievable, I told her. “It’s not too long?” She asked. Referring to her skirt. Seems just right to me. Oh, good! She replied excitedly with a short hop and tail wiggle as she proceeded back into the bedroom to finish ablutions.

Camille is a short girl at five foot even, and very petite. She’s young and pretty with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. But what attracted me to her most was and still is her playfulness. Cam doesn’t tend to take things too seriously, which I’m working on myself. Where I would maybe think far too long about something that simply doesn’t matter, Cam just goes for it and calls me a silly goose. And she’s got this ability to surprise me every time. Less so now as we’ve been together for sometime. But still from time to time she gets me. Like every day really. And to my weaning dismay, tending toward total approval to the point of following suit, ninety percent of the time her playfulness is sexual in nature, or rooted in some sort of sexual connotation. Sexual, kinky, naughty, taboo, and sometimes just downright filthy, she’s one hundred percent comfortable with her body, expressing herself sexually, speaking her mind, and she doesn’t wince easily. She’s a free flowing form of one hundred percent woman. She’s nice, she’s thoughtful, caring, loving, and an overtly naughty sex crazed being. Who wouldn’t love that.

For example: Now this is an extreme case, but it gives insight into who she is. Now let it be known, neither of us have a desire to play in this way, but Cam always jokes around in an attempt to push the boundaries, my buttons, and get me to loosen up more and more. SO we’re walking down the road one day and (Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay here goes.) So we’re walking down the road and I noticed some dried dog poop. I grabbed her and said, “Look out for the poop. Don’t step in it.” So she says to me, and I quote, “Dare me to lick it?” I’m like, Good Lord girl, no! “What’s the big deal? It’s just poop.” She told me. Question asked, question answered. - Now I need to tell you before I lose you here, this story is not about poop. I promise you. This is just an indicator into who she is. So Cam proceeds to get on her hands and knees, on the side of a fairly well trafficked road, and egg me on. And to boot, and I guess this is pertinent information, Cam doesn’t exactly believe in wearing underwear. I mean, she will if no other clothing is covering it. At which point she calls it outerwear. But if she’s wearing even the shortest of dresses or skirts, any other accompanying garments are out of the question. So there she is, this young, pretty, sexy thing, bent over on the side of a public road, her ass clearly visible to anyone who happens to pass by, daring me to dare her to lick dog poop. And if I say something such as referring to the fact that someone might see her. Her only reply ever is always in the vein of, let them see, somebody's gotta make the world a better place. It’s not that she wants people to see, or even goes out of her way to ensure that they do. But Cam is just being Cam, and what happens, happens. I aspire to her nature of play and carefreeness, especially when it comes to sex, or simply expressing myself. I’m getting there, and I’m becoming less reserved about it. That’s why I’m writing this. I told her I would.

Oh, good lord, she just came through the room, or pranced through is more like it. Panties on her head, and a bra around her crotch area. “Is this how you wear them, David?” She asked me. Um, no, but getting closer!

So we’re off to work. Now this is a real job with real work that needs to get done. Cam is a hard fucking worker too. Bright, intelligent, intuitive when it comes to getting shit done. What needs doing, where, when, how; all the things. This isn’t just play time. Or I should say, this isn’t solely play time. But as Cam says, most time is an opportunity for play time.

So we get to this house and Cam and I begin setting up for our day. Occasionally people are shuffling by. It’s a friendly town. We wave, they wave, we say hi, and so on. We get the ladders set up, the music going, and all we need is a tarp and some scrapers and we’re off. This is a mountain ski resort town in Colorado, so It’s a beautiful day. And increasingly so, the people in these towns, whether they be tourists or locals, dress more like they are on a beach in Southern California rather than at nine thousand feet. But the weather is conducive, so the attire is, shall we say, nice to look at because there’s less and less of it. Or as Cam points out to me, “she’s hot.” So despite what Cam is wearing, it really draws little to no attention specifically to her. Despite the fact that, “she’s hot too.” If you take notice, you take notice, but a short skirt is par for the course here. So up the ladder she goes.

No panties on, the view from below was, how shall I say this, enjoyable to say the least. And improved my typical workday by severfold. I’m being modest. It was fucking incredible. I’m a grateful guy in general, but this was like, “okay, I’m not sure how I conjured this into my life, but I’ll take it all day long!” She liked it, she knew it, she wanted it, but most of all, she enjoyed that I liked it. And liked it, I did. So much so in fact that I could hardly keep my hand off myself. In fact, the only time I did remove my hand was to take pictures and videos that we looked at together later. I’ll share one with you here.

Now I haven’t told you a story so far, rather, just something that happened. Setting up the scene so to speak. But what would a scene be without a story? I’ve told you about me. I’ve told you about my kinky little girlfriend. But what I haven’t told you might make your head explode. In the best way, of course. At least it made mine. But I’m vanilla, or so I think. I don’t know. You be the judge. But hang tight, it’s about to get good.

So we’d brought two ladders and set both of them up, but Cam insisted I be the ground person. Or that one of us only be on one ladder at a time. Because what I haven’t told you yet is that now it was my turn, and Cam made me wear very revealing shorts to work too. One of the ways we connected when we’d first met was our mutual dislike for wearing underwear. For me, when I was a teenager I stopped wearing briefs because I was chubby, and they were just uncomfortable. I tried boxers but still to this day I don’t know how people wear those things. They’re just so uncomfortable. So since I was fifteen years old - I’m forty-six now - I haven’t worn a pair of underwear one day. And Cam loved that. Easy access to the flopping penis, she tells me, is a wonderful thing for a girl like me.

So although rather uneventful in my estimation, Cam insisted that up the ladder you go, sir. Yes ma’am. So there I was, a dangling participle revealed for her viewing. And viewed, she did, with camera and all. That iPhone has an amazing zoom, she told me. Talk about uncomfortable. Cam would yell things below as people would pass by. “Throw down the hammer, David?!” Oh good lord. “”Hey, yur lookin’ good up there!” And, “David, do you need me to hold anything for you?” And, “Hey David, I think your balls are hanging out!” Some of her comments weren’t designed for cleverness, rather to provoke the passersby and embarrass me. It’s astounding what people don’t notice. I’m on a ladder with my giant old balls hanging from my tiny red shorts one block off of Main St. and no one notices even when she points them out. The irony being you know that if I were doing that and Cam wasn’t there…

I would throw comments up to her too in an attempt to out embarrass her. As if that were possible. I wasn’t quite as good at it though, and all I’d accomplish was to make her laugh. Which was awesome, but not what I was going for. “Hey lady, the moon is out!” Or, “I see you missed a spot!” I don’t even know what that one means. All Cam had to do was reference caulk all day. For me it was a bit more challenging. I either went from not making any sense at all to just embarrassing myself with all I was yelling up to her. “I see your butt!” And queue the disgusted look from the speed walker passing by. “Cam, I’m really not good at this, love!” She was literally crying from laughter at my stupid comments. And luckily she saved me by yelling out to the speed walker. Something to the effect of, “It’s okay, he’s a little retarded, but he’s got a nice penis!” Forgoing the caulk reference completely. The lady’s look turned from one of disdain to a crooked smirk very quickly. But then I got a good one in. “Hey Cam, I see a crack, do you want me to fill it in with my big white caulk?” Okay, when I say a good one, I mean a less retarded one. I know, we’re not supposed to use that word. But I don’t think mentally handicapped people meant, abolish the word completely. They themselves just don’t want to be called retarded. But me? I’ll take a little degradation. It’s fun for sex! And sex we did!

Cam’s skirt, per the way she liked it, would be pulled up high enough to where if you looked closely enough you could see her vagina. I know! Huh, funny. Cam and I are having a back and forth right now. When I type sometimes I speak it out loud. She loves that I’m writing this, but she’s correcting my sexual vernacular as I go. She wants me to call it a see-you-next-tuesday. No, she says. Arg! A cunt! It’s a cunt. Some people have vagina’s. Hers growls! Cam just growled at me. Lol. Anyway! The way she likes to wear her clothes is if someone’s going to notice, then let them. It’s such an interesting thing to witness though. Most people actually don’t. And the ones who do pretend they don’t. She’s not trying to cause anyone alarm or discomfort, and like I said, her attire actually blends in, but she is who she is and she enjoys pushing boundaries in herself. That’s what I love about her. Plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning to look at for me. A very unassuming girl. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though she flaunts her vagi…cunt, but if that skirt flops just the right way as a set of eyes just happens upon a glance down there, you’re gonna pussy. She’s now telling me to call it her Baby-Boo. Oh, sorry. My Baby-Boo. Baby-Boo Cunt Muffin Sandwich. I don’t really know what that means but it all checks out to me! Now she’s trying to get in here to type. H afgd sh 78 39n87gdfs

Dear reedr SDg gbhbbkjcvkjbbbd

Good lord. She wants me to tell you what her cunt muffin looks like. Okay, I’m just gonna involve you on all the back and forth that’s going on here. Yes, I will tell them it’s young. Cam is twenty-three years old. We met a year ago. She moved in six months later. She does the dishes naked. She goes to the bathroom with the door open. She pees in the shower. She licks me everywhere. She calls her tits bumps because she says she doesn’t have any. They’re not boobs, they’re bumps. I personally love them. She’s now blushing. Wow, that’s a new one. And, yes, dear, her vagina is that of a seventeen year old hairless Mexican Chihuahua. I think those are two breeds mixed into one. She’s just being silly now. It looks like one of those pumped pussy’s. We watch a lot of porn together. Pumped pussy is actually quite hot. Hers looks like a hotdog bun. She’s telling me to tell you this. I personally think it’s more the length of a hotdog bun, and looks like a shaven pumped pussy. Cunt-Muffin, sorry. Anyway, It’s long and bald and quite puffy. And it jiggles when you smack it. But I’m not kidding, it’s really long. Like all the way from normal clit positioning to her asshole. She’s giggling now. Which brings me back to my point. If Cam bends over in public, game over. There it is. She’s telling me to call it her pussy.

Wait, so your vagina is your cunt and your asshole is your pussy?
Correct.
So what’s your mouth then?
You know what my mouth is!
Oh good lord. Okay, we won’t get into that. She wants me to tell you.
Tell them how you pee-pee in me.
Dear Reader, actually, you know what, this brings me right back to the story.
Yay, she says.
Okay, so.

We’re on the ladder. No, she’s on the ladder. She’s got me flustered now. Cam is on the ladder and she says she’s got to pee. Now I never know what to expect from this girl, but I know, it’s typically never what I thought. Because when I expect a torrent of piss to come flooding down from above, no. Instead what she does is pee into her empty coffee mug on the window ledge and hand it to me. Naturally I say, what now? Whatever you like, dear. What do I like, I wonder. I’m sure she’s wanting me to drink it. And honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much. But what I really wanted to do was shock her. Show her that all is not lost and I am learning to misbehave. So I dipped my cock head in and filled it to the brim. Took a sip and climbed it back to her. Okay, that was hot, she told me. But Cam being Cam, she finished it in several gulps, put the mug down and continued scraping. “You just drank piss,” I told her! To which she responded, It’s hot up here, and kept scraping. That was our first experience drinking from each other, it came out of nowhere, and it got me like nothing ever has before. I was instantly hooked. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen a woman do. It spoke to me sexually in a way nothing ever had before. It was almost addictive to the point of definitely wanting to explore it more rather than less. And we explored. We are exploring now as I type this. Now it seems all we do is drink each other's piss. Which I gotta tell you, it’s the last thing I thought I’d ever do, (to drink and be drunk from) but the thing I’m enjoying the most. It’s intoxicating in a way I cannot quite sum up in words. Cam says, try it! You’ll like it or you won’t. Cam says make sure you drink lots of water. I agree. Drink lots of water if you’re going to piss in your girlfriend’s mouth, and vice-versa. But we drink so much pee that it’s hardly even sexual anymore. Cam says, “turns me on!” I agree, it turns me on too. But it’s more utilitarian at this point. We spend a ton of time together. That’s not to say we don’t spend time apart, but we’ve learned to love and more so, accept each other as is, so it’s fun. We can just be who we are with each other. And who we are has turned out to be a pee drinking couple, among other things. And we drink a lot of pee. We literally just drink from each other all the time. I don’t use the toilet anymore. And neither does she. We either pee in each other, on each other, in glasses or on ourselves. To which Cam just made slurping noises with her tongue out. Oh Good Lord. Okay I’m getting turned on now.

We share a lot. We’re both artists, we enjoy similar things such as peeing in the shower. I’m joking, not joking. But I think my point is that we enjoy being apart just as much as we enjoy being together. Because we enjoy what we do separately too. So when we come together, it’s from full and enjoyable lives that we love. But pee, right. It’s utilitarian at this point, but no less hot. We just pee anywhere all the time. Sometimes even without provocation or foresite. We’ll just be walking along the road and there’s piss running down Cam’s leg. Or I will pee my shorts while sitting across from her drinking our morning coffee in the garden. But most often we’re drinking it. I’ve drank so much of this girl’s pee I hardly drink anything more. And even when I’m drinking other things, Cam pees in them for me, and I in hers. But I think our favorite is directly in our mouths. And there’s no asking anymore. I got over that months ago. I just pee. No asking, no wishy-washy, just simply pee.

Despite popular belief, when you drink water, pee tastes like water. We’re both healthy, active, relatively fit people. So nothing weird there, like no weird taste or disease or anything like that. It’s just pee! And I like pee. Cam likes it too. Even once, okay now bare with me. We pee’d each other’s clothes. As in, soaked them through. Now even though you might think this is getting weird, or, weird sailed long ago, it’s our thing and we enjoy it. But clothes soaked through, they then hung out to dry until we were ready to wear them out. I think you know where I’m going with this. Yes we wore pissed dry clothes in public. Cam just chuckled to herself. Yes, honey, I know. Cam likes the smell, but I don’t really think it does. Or if it does I guess I like it too. It’s just kind of nice in this crazy world to have a secret in plain site like that. We have friends, jobs, dreams, aspirations, family, all of it. But at the end of the day we enjoy the piss. Cam calls it piss more than me. I say pee. Dick wine. Bladder nectar. She’s giving me these names now. Urethra juice. She’s asking me to tell you what I use her mouth as. I’d argue but…it’s my urinal. Her mouth is my urinal. My colastami sack. My toilet bowl. Okay I’m done now.

So Cam is telling me to tell you other things but I think I’ll save that for another story. I have to admit, this was fun, and cathartic. She’s my catheter, she says. Okay, we’re gonna go now. Cam says please try drinking pee and that it’s good for you to try new things. She’s waving, bye. Okay, until next time. Pee you later! Bye!!! Bye!

Camille came to work with me one day, a few months after we’d met. It was ladder work, which is why she wanted to come. I work alone mostly. And she likes being up on the ladder. I built a business taking care of people’s homes. When people ask me what I do for work, that’s what I tell them, I take care of people’s homes, but the real answer is so much more. On this day with Cam we’d be scraping window trim. But the next day is car transportation to and from the airport. And the day after is finding and fixing a small leak, but most likely replacing the dishwasher, and then repairing the flooring from the damage. Oh, and then I have to pick up clothes from a customer and allocate them elsewhere, but not before rebuilding a screen door and making and installing shelves for a local coffee shop. But on this day we’ll be on ladders scraping window trim. Which is why Cam wanted to come.

Cam stepped out of the bedroom that morning into the hall as I was exiting the bathroom. “How does this look?” She asked me. Referring to the outfit she chose to wear to work that day, she showcased it with an impromptu hallway-width catwalk turn. Unbelievable, I told her. “It’s not too long?” She asked. Referring to her skirt. Seems just right to me. Oh, good! She replied excitedly with a short hop and tail wiggle as she proceeded back into the bedroom to finish ablutions.

Camille is a short girl at five foot even, and very petite. She’s young and pretty with striking blue eyes and shoulder length dirty-blonde hair. But what attracted me to her most was and still is her playfulness. Cam doesn’t tend to take things too seriously, which I’m working on myself. Where I would maybe think far too long about something that simply doesn’t matter, Cam just goes for it and calls me a silly goose. And she’s got this ability to surprise me every time. Less so now as we’ve been together for sometime. But still from time to time she gets me. Like every day really. And to my weaning dismay, tending toward total approval to the point of following suit, ninety percent of the time her playfulness is sexual in nature, or rooted in some sort of sexual connotation. Sexual, kinky, naughty, taboo, and sometimes just downright filthy, she’s one hundred percent comfortable with her body, expressing herself sexually, speaking her mind, and she doesn’t wince easily. She’s a free flowing form of one hundred percent woman. She’s nice, she’s thoughtful, caring, loving, and an overtly naughty sex crazed being. Who wouldn’t love that.

For example: Now this is an extreme case, but it gives insight into who she is. Now let it be known, neither of us have a desire to play in this way, but Cam always jokes around in an attempt to push the boundaries, my buttons, and get me to loosen up more and more. SO we’re walking down the road one day and (Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay here goes.) So we’re walking down the road and I noticed some dried dog poop. I grabbed her and said, “Look out for the poop. Don’t step in it.” So she says to me, and I quote, “Dare me to lick it?” I’m like, Good Lord girl, no! “What’s the big deal? It’s just poop.” She told me. Question asked, question answered. - Now I need to tell you before I lose you here, this story is not about poop. I promise you. This is just an indicator into who she is. So Cam proceeds to get on her hands and knees, on the side of a fairly well trafficked road, and egg me on. And to boot, and I guess this is pertinent information, Cam doesn’t exactly believe in wearing underwear. I mean, she will if no other clothing is covering it. At which point she calls it outerwear. But if she’s wearing even the shortest of dresses or skirts, any other accompanying garments are out of the question. So there she is, this young, pretty, sexy thing, bent over on the side of a public road, her ass clearly visible to anyone who happens to pass by, daring me to dare her to lick dog poop. And if I say something such as referring to the fact that someone might see her. Her only reply ever is always in the vein of, let them see, somebody's gotta make the world a better place. It’s not that she wants people to see, or even goes out of her way to ensure that they do. But Cam is just being Cam, and what happens, happens. I aspire to her nature of play and carefreeness, especially when it comes to sex, or simply expressing myself. I’m getting there, and I’m becoming less reserved about it. That’s why I’m writing this. I told her I would.

Oh, good lord, she just came through the room, or pranced through is more like it. Panties on her head, and a bra around her crotch area. “Is this how you wear them, David?” She asked me. Um, no, but getting closer!

So we’re off to work. Now this is a real job with real work that needs to get done. Cam is a hard fucking worker too. Bright, intelligent, intuitive when it comes to getting shit done. What needs doing, where, when, how; all the things. This isn’t just play time. Or I should say, this isn’t solely play time. But as Cam says, most time is an opportunity for play time.

So we get to this house and Cam and I begin setting up for our day. Occasionally people are shuffling by. It’s a friendly town. We wave, they wave, we say hi, and so on. We get the ladders set up, the music going, and all we need is a tarp and some scrapers and we’re off. This is a mountain ski resort town in Colorado, so It’s a beautiful day. And increasingly so, the people in these towns, whether they be tourists or locals, dress more like they are on a beach in Southern California rather than at nine thousand feet. But the weather is conducive, so the attire is, shall we say, nice to look at because there’s less and less of it. Or as Cam points out to me, “she’s hot.” So despite what Cam is wearing, it really draws little to no attention specifically to her. Despite the fact that, “she’s hot too.” If you take notice, you take notice, but a short skirt is par for the course here. So up the ladder she goes.

No panties on, the view from below was, how shall I say this, enjoyable to say the least. And improved my typical workday by severfold. I’m being modest. It was fucking incredible. I’m a grateful guy in general, but this was like, “okay, I’m not sure how I conjured this into my life, but I’ll take it all day long!” She liked it, she knew it, she wanted it, but most of all, she enjoyed that I liked it. And liked it, I did. So much so in fact that I could hardly keep my hand off myself. In fact, the only time I did remove my hand was to take pictures and videos that we looked at together later. I’ll share one with you here.

Now I haven’t told you a story so far, rather, just something that happened. Setting up the scene so to speak. But what would a scene be without a story? I’ve told you about me. I’ve told you about my kinky little girlfriend. But what I haven’t told you might make your head explode. In the best way, of course. At least it made mine. But I’m vanilla, or so I think. I don’t know. You be the judge. But hang tight, it’s about to get good.

So we’d brought two ladders and set both of them up, but Cam insisted I be the ground person. Or that one of us only be on one ladder at a time. Because what I haven’t told you yet is that now it was my turn, and Cam made me wear very revealing shorts to work too. One of the ways we connected when we’d first met was our mutual dislike for wearing underwear. For me, when I was a teenager I stopped wearing briefs because I was chubby, and they were just uncomfortable. I tried boxers but still to this day I don’t know how people wear those things. They’re just so uncomfortable. So since I was fifteen years old - I’m forty-six now - I haven’t worn a pair of underwear one day. And Cam loved that. Easy access to the flopping penis, she tells me, is a wonderful thing for a girl like me.

So although rather uneventful in my estimation, Cam insisted that up the ladder you go, sir. Yes ma’am. So there I was, a dangling participle revealed for her viewing. And viewed, she did, with camera and all. That iPhone has an amazing zoom, she told me. Talk about uncomfortable. Cam would yell things below as people would pass by. “Throw down the hammer, David?!” Oh good lord. “”Hey, yur lookin’ good up there!” And, “David, do you need me to hold anything for you?” And, “Hey David, I think your balls are hanging out!” Some of her comments weren’t designed for cleverness, rather to provoke the passersby and embarrass me. It’s astounding what people don’t notice. I’m on a ladder with my giant old balls hanging from my tiny red shorts one block off of Main St. and no one notices even when she points them out. The irony being you know that if I were doing that and Cam wasn’t there…

I would throw comments up to her too in an attempt to out embarrass her. As if that were possible. I wasn’t quite as good at it though, and all I’d accomplish was to make her laugh. Which was awesome, but not what I was going for. “Hey lady, the moon is out!” Or, “I see you missed a spot!” I don’t even know what that one means. All Cam had to do was reference caulk all day. For me it was a bit more challenging. I either went from not making any sense at all to just embarrassing myself with all I was yelling up to her. “I see your butt!” And queue the disgusted look from the speed walker passing by. “Cam, I’m really not good at this, love!” She was literally crying from laughter at my stupid comments. And luckily she saved me by yelling out to the speed walker. Something to the effect of, “It’s okay, he’s a little retarded, but he’s got a nice penis!” Forgoing the caulk reference completely. The lady’s look turned from one of disdain to a crooked smirk very quickly. But then I got a good one in. “Hey Cam, I see a crack, do you want me to fill it in with my big white caulk?” Okay, when I say a good one, I mean a less retarded one. I know, we’re not supposed to use that word. But I don’t think mentally handicapped people meant, abolish the word completely. They themselves just don’t want to be called retarded. But me? I’ll take a little degradation. It’s fun for sex! And sex we did!

Cam’s skirt, per the way she liked it, would be pulled up high enough to where if you looked closely enough you could see her vagina. I know! Huh, funny. Cam and I are having a back and forth right now. When I type sometimes I speak it out loud. She loves that I’m writing this, but she’s correcting my sexual vernacular as I go. She wants me to call it a see-you-next-tuesday. No, she says. Arg! A cunt! It’s a cunt. Some people have vagina’s. Hers growls! Cam just growled at me. Lol. Anyway! The way she likes to wear her clothes is if someone’s going to notice, then let them. It’s such an interesting thing to witness though. Most people actually don’t. And the ones who do pretend they don’t. She’s not trying to cause anyone alarm or discomfort, and like I said, her attire actually blends in, but she is who she is and she enjoys pushing boundaries in herself. That’s what I love about her. Plus it doesn’t hurt that she’s stunning to look at for me. A very unassuming girl. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though she flaunts her vagi…cunt, but if that skirt flops just the right way as a set of eyes just happens upon a glance down there, you’re gonna pussy. She’s now telling me to call it her Baby-Boo. Oh, sorry. My Baby-Boo. Baby-Boo Cunt Muffin Sandwich. I don’t really know what that means but it all checks out to me! Now she’s trying to get in here to type. H afgd sh 78 39n87gdfs

Dear reedr SDg gbhbbkjcvkjbbbd

Good lord. She wants me to tell you what her cunt muffin looks like. Okay, I’m just gonna involve you on all the back and forth that’s going on here. Yes, I will tell them it’s young. Cam is twenty-three years old. We met a year ago. She moved in six months later. She does the dishes naked. She goes to the bathroom with the door open. She pees in the shower. She licks me everywhere. She calls her tits bumps because she says she doesn’t have any. They’re not boobs, they’re bumps. I personally love them. She’s now blushing. Wow, that’s a new one. And, yes, dear, her vagina is that of a seventeen year old hairless Mexican Chihuahua. I think those are two breeds mixed into one. She’s just being silly now. It looks like one of those pumped pussy’s. We watch a lot of porn together. Pumped pussy is actually quite hot. Hers looks like a hotdog bun. She’s telling me to tell you this. I personally think it’s more the length of a hotdog bun, and looks like a shaven pumped pussy. Cunt-Muffin, sorry. Anyway, It’s long and bald and quite puffy. And it jiggles when you smack it. But I’m not kidding, it’s really long. Like all the way from normal clit positioning to her asshole. She’s giggling now. Which brings me back to my point. If Cam bends over in public, game over. There it is. She’s telling me to call it her pussy.

Wait, so your vagina is your cunt and your asshole is your pussy?
Correct.
So what’s your mouth then?
You know what my mouth is!
Oh good lord. Okay, we won’t get into that. She wants me to tell you.
Tell them how you pee-pee in me.
Dear Reader, actually, you know what, this brings me right back to the story.
Yay, she says.
Okay, so.

We’re on the ladder. No, she’s on the ladder. She’s got me flustered now. Cam is on the ladder and she says she’s got to pee. Now I never know what to expect from this girl, but I know, it’s typically never what I thought. Because when I expect a torrent of piss to come flooding down from above, no. Instead what she does is pee into her empty coffee mug on the window ledge and hand it to me. Naturally I say, what now? Whatever you like, dear. What do I like, I wonder. I’m sure she’s wanting me to drink it. And honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much. But what I really wanted to do was shock her. Show her that all is not lost and I am learning to misbehave. So I dipped my cock head in and filled it to the brim. Took a sip and climbed it back to her. Okay, that was hot, she told me. But Cam being Cam, she finished it in several gulps, put the mug down and continued scraping. “You just drank piss,” I told her! To which she responded, It’s hot up here, and kept scraping. That was our first experience drinking from each other, it came out of nowhere, and it got me like nothing ever has before. I was instantly hooked. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen a woman do. It spoke to me sexually in a way nothing ever had before. It was almost addictive to the point of definitely wanting to explore it more rather than less. And we explored. We are exploring now as I type this. Now it seems all we do is drink each other's piss. Which I gotta tell you, it’s the last thing I thought I’d ever do, (to drink and be drunk from) but the thing I’m enjoying the most. It’s intoxicating in a way I cannot quite sum up in words. Cam says, try it! You’ll like it or you won’t. Cam says make sure you drink lots of water. I agree. Drink lots of water if you’re going to piss in your girlfriend’s mouth, and vice-versa. But we drink so much pee that it’s hardly even sexual anymore. Cam says, “turns me on!” I agree, it turns me on too. But it’s more utilitarian at this point. We spend a ton of time together. That’s not to say we don’t spend time apart, but we’ve learned to love and more so, accept each other as is, so it’s fun. We can just be who we are with each other. And who we are has turned out to be a pee drinking couple, among other things. And we drink a lot of pee. We literally just drink from each other all the time. I don’t use the toilet anymore. And neither does she. We either pee in each other, on each other, in glasses or on ourselves. To which Cam just made slurping noises with her tongue out. Oh Good Lord. Okay I’m getting turned on now.

We share a lot. We’re both artists, we enjoy similar things such as peeing in the shower. I’m joking, not joking. But I think my point is that we enjoy being apart just as much as we enjoy being together. Because we enjoy what we do separately too. So when we come together, it’s from full and enjoyable lives that we love. But pee, right. It’s utilitarian at this point, but no less hot. We just pee anywhere all the time. Sometimes even without provocation or foresite. We’ll just be walking along the road and there’s piss running down Cam’s leg. Or I will pee my shorts while sitting across from her drinking our morning coffee in the garden. But most often we’re drinking it. I’ve drank so much of this girl’s pee I hardly drink anything more. And even when I’m drinking other things, Cam pees in them for me, and I in hers. But I think our favorite is directly in our mouths. And there’s no asking anymore. I got over that months ago. I just pee. No asking, no wishy-washy, just simply pee.

Despite popular belief, when you drink water, pee tastes like water. We’re both healthy, active, relatively fit people. So nothing weird there, like no weird taste or disease or anything like that. It’s just pee! And I like pee. Cam likes it too. Even once, okay now bare with me. We pee’d each other’s clothes. As in, soaked them through. Now even though you might think this is getting weird, or, weird sailed long ago, it’s our thing and we enjoy it. But clothes soaked through, they then hung out to dry until we were ready to wear them out. I think you know where I’m going with this. Yes we wore pissed dry clothes in public. Cam just chuckled to herself. Yes, honey, I know. Cam likes the smell, but I don’t really think it does. Or if it does I guess I like it too. It’s just kind of nice in this crazy world to have a secret in plain site like that. We have friends, jobs, dreams, aspirations, family, all of it. But at the end of the day we enjoy the piss. Cam calls it piss more than me. I say pee. Dick wine. Bladder nectar. She’s giving me these names now. Urethra juice. She’s asking me to tell you what I use her mouth as. I’d argue but…it’s my urinal. Her mouth is my urinal. My colastami sack. My toilet bowl. Okay I’m done now.

So Cam is telling me to tell you other things but I think I’ll save that for another story. I have to admit, this was fun, and cathartic. She’s my catheter, she says. Okay, we’re gonna go now. Cam says please try drinking pee and that it’s good for you to try new things. She’s waving, bye. Okay, until next time. Pee you later! Bye!!! Bye!

I confess I like Mountain Dew.

Brand new video! This time this amateur cumslut gets her hands tied behind her back before she gets her face covered in "mountain man cum". Is the her biggest, messiest facial yet? You be the judge.

Last week I started a poll about which celebrity I should write my story about. You picked Selena gomez. So here it is.

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Camping out
(Tags:MF oral, mutual, cowgirl, anal)
DISCLAIMER: no events in this story have happened, or will ever happen. Everything below is strictly the product of my imagination

I push thru the last thing underbrush, emerging into a large clearing. The far edge dropped off to a sheer cliff about 50 feet away, overlooking the tree covered peaks of the Blue Ridge mountains. The midday sun lit the horizon in vibrant blues and greens.
“Hurry up mamachita, you need to see this.” I called back, slowly crossing the clearing. I dropped the bag containing the tent, just short of the halfway point of the clearing, as my hiking partner fought her way into the clearing. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, pulling a few leaves from it before crossing to my side.
“Absolutely beautiful.” She whispered, as I wrapped my arms around her small frame.
“The second most beautiful thing I’ve seen today.” I answered looking down into her dark eyes. She smiled up at me and gently kissed my arm. Selena and I had been quietly seeing each other for over a year, snagging dinner together when our schedules had us in the same town, or calling and snapchatting each other every night. This was the first time since we met that we both had a week off at the same time. After several minutes of taking in the view, I released the embrace and pulled out my cell.
“And no service, just like you wanted.” I stated, showing her my screen. She smiled and checked hers, finding the same results. “We probably should get set up before it gets too late.”
I unpacked the tent, and within a few minutes, had the 20 person tent set up. I tossed my bag in, and my sleeping bag. I walked over to Selena and eased her pack off her back as she finished setting up the camp kitchen.
“Where’s your sleeping bag?” I asked.
“I didn’t bring one.” She answered unzipping her bag looking for something.
“Good thing I brought my two person bag.” I responded.
“I thought you’d want me with you if I wore this to bed.” She added pulling out a small red lace baby doll. She held it to her frame and let out a giggle noticing my growing bulge, before stashing it away. “I thought you’d like it.”
I finished setting up our camp and gathered the fire wood as Selena began cooking our dinner. The camp fire lit up our site as the sun fell below the horizon. She gave a small shiver, so I got up and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, then spread a second across our legs. She snuggled up close to me. Her small frame felt even smaller next to me. We spent the next several hours simply talking to each other.
I stood to stretch my legs, when she noticed a difficult to hide bulge running down my leg.
“Is someone ready for bed?” She asked, biting her lip. She stood l keeping herself wrapped in the blankets. She pushed herself to her toes to kiss my lips, before taking off to the tent.
“Not yet!” She yelled out as I touched the tent door. I went back to the fire and waited. After several moments, I heard the zipper on the tent unzip, and saw a small hand becon me to the tent. I entered the tent, and saw Selena still wrapped in the blankets. After closing the tent she motioned for me to lay on our sleeping bag.
Once I was down and comfortable, she dropped the blankets as “I can’t keep my hands to myself” started playing. The red lace only made her tanned Latina skin look even more desirable. Every move she made and touch of her body she took excited me more. She teased flashing me her small tits, but instead I had to settle for watching her ass and pussy lips eat the thin thong string.
She lowered herself to straddle my hips as the song switched to “fetish”. The moment she undid my shirt and touched my chest, I nearly exploded. She kissed my neck, then inch by inch down my body, eventually undoing my pants, pulling out my throbbing man meat.
Selena linked her lips before kissing the tip, leaving a small lipstick kiss on the end. She ran her lips along the underside of my shaft, before taking my balls in her mouth, wrapping her hand around my dick. Her small hand stoking me, made it feel even bigger than the ten inches it already was. She split her fingers and licked her way back to the tip.
I closed my eyes as I felt her bobbing her head up and down, enjoying sucking my Dick almost as much as I enjoyed her doing it. I slowly opened my eyes after several minutes when I felt her stop and go just to stroking my dick. She was gazing seductively at me. She rotated herself, straddling my chest, then returned to sucking my dick, as I looked down at her tight, wet pussy, and her even tighter asshole.
I gave her pussy a deep, tongue filled kiss, drawing a long deep moan from her. I slid my tongue upwards and gave her ass an even deeper kiss, eliciting a sharp gasp, before a trembling, pleasure filled moan. Selena sat upright, pushing my tongue further up her ass. She gripped my Dick with both hands, stoking it long and hard, as my arms wrapped around her thighs, allowing me to massage her dripping wet clit.
She soon released my Dick and gripped my hips, pushing herself downward onto me as her body trembled in orgasmic pleasure. After a moment of catching her breath, she turned and lowered herself onto my dick, slowly stretching her pussy in pleasurable pain.
Selenas pussy was soaking from her recent orgasm. It was a lighter tan than the skin just inches above and below it, and completely smooth from waxings. I reached down and squeezed her ass as her thin pink lips consumed my dicks head, and slowly covered the remainder of my glistening member.
My hands made their way up her sides, and untied her top, exposing her perfect tits. They were a perky b-cup with dark brown nipples, rock hard and slightly bouncing as she slid up and down my length. I took her tits in my hands, drawing an audible gasp of excitement.
Her hips rode back and forth, sliding every inch of me in and out of her. Her labored breathing, moaning and gasps be game heavier and more passion filled the faster and deeper I helped her move. Eventually she collapsed down onto me and locked her lips to mine as a second, more intense orgasm ravished her body. I felt her juices push hard against my dick, almost flushing me out.
I laid her next to me and properly removed my clothes. She remained face down with her hips high I the air. I knelt behind her and rested my tip just inside her pussy. She pushed on my thighs, then slightly spread her ass, opening it for me. I leaned down and gave it one last good lick before pressing my way into her ass. I could only fit about half of me in her. I wrapped her legs around my hips, and lifted her off the ground, cupping her tits for support. It only took a few thrust before she was screaming, eyes rolling deep back into her head.
“OHMYFUCKINGGODIMCUMMINGSOHARDCUMONMYFACEPLEASEIWANTYOURCUMONMYFACE!” She screamed. I laid her down face up and knelt next to her head. I stroked my Dick hard and fast as she puckered her lips, as my cum shot out in thick white ropes of sticky liquid.
By the time I had finished, she had passed out in pleasure. I laid down next to her, wrapping her in my arms and us in the blankets. I kissed the top of her head as she smiled at me.

I shot the deputy. There is a business like show business. She won't be coming around the mountain when she comes. Billie Jean is my lover, and the kid is in fact my son. You don't technically have to fight for your right to party. Nobody has anything to hide, including me and my monkey. I'm not sexy enough for my shirt. There is a limited amount of room at the Hotel California. You can always get what you want. I didn't fight the law, so we cannot determine who won or lost. London Bridge is just fine. No one has ever said the neon lights are bright on Broadway. Dr. Dre has never brought any bitches from the city of Compton.

my little confession

My wife and I have finally opened up to other couples

after a less than favorable encounter with another couple we are back on the look out for fellow Vermonters who want to play!

however these green mountain dwellers seem to be rather shy!

my wife is at work right now with my load leaking out of her whilst shes brushing against her male co workers I often think of how hot it would be to come pick her up and find the guys taking turns on her in the back listening to her moan as they switch out cleaning up for the morning shift...

its funny they all know how i am with her and shes got two cute female co workers i wonder if those little kittens will pluck up the courage to come home with us one night :p

I live in a city, which is a big university center in eastern Europe. Now, to explain, these get filled, every year, with many, many gorgeous girls from the countryside, who are free to live their lives how they want them, for the first time in their lives. If you add the patriarchal upbringing in the areas they came from, you got a bingo on your hands.

I used to take full advantage of this,l when I was younger. Those girls were so hungry of life, yet, mostly, not so experienced, and they tried to hide their inexperience, by showing to the world (and men from the city), that they are not these prude peasants from the mountains, villages and sleeping small towns.

Well, time passes, I get married, divorced, and before you know it, I am over 40. No way for me to get back into that scene, because I am too old - I cant just show up on a freshman party, like I used to, 20 years ago.

Now, there is a small caffe in the same street as my office. It is in the old part of town, tourist part of town, and this place is a bit hipsterish, but it is close to my work, so I drink coffee there, almost every day. And, there is this petite, brunette waitress. When I hear her accent, I knew from what part of the country she is from, so I took an elaborate guess - "student".

She smiled, and nodded.

Now, I am not a big tipper, but I started tipping, and not small amounts, and of course she noticed. As time passed, I started coming to every single one of her shifts. One Sunday morning, when it is almost empty, I asked her to sit with me (she was alone in the bar - no manager), so we can have coffee together.

We talked, and you know how it is with young women, I forgot how easy it is to manipulate, if you have got the talk, and the attitude. I look rather well for a man my age, I might even say far beyond the average, but still, she was too young for me - 19, first year of college.

She smiled, and laughed, and we got a bit closer. Week, after week, after week, I was there, she was laughing, and we became "friends", if a man and a woman of such age disparity, can become friends. I asked her to get me back in the game, maybe take me to some places where it is fun, that I feel young, but am restrained by my age, and narrow group of friends.

So, we started hanging out. We went to few places - total modern trash, then I stepped up my game, and invited her to a few cool and hip places, she could only see in the movies - a jazz club, cabaret, and one fancy dinner with local music.

Then the cinemas came along, theater, and when I brought her to the opera, and even bought her a dress and shoes for the occasion - she was done.

That night I got a blow job, and by her technique, and the fact that she swallowed, without flinching, made me realize, that it wasnt her first rodeo, nor the second.

We remained "friends", and when I wanted to fuck her, she was reluctant, thinking that, if we go any further, that that will ruin our "friendship".

We were both aware that it is a sugar daddy situation, and I didnt object. So, I was getting my cock sucked once or twice a week for almost a year. Then, she met someone, and stopped coming. She told me that our friendship is over, and that she cant go on, since it is time for her to find happiness in her life.

I was dissapointed and all, but, well, it was nice.

Now, I am looking for my next target.

off work, with still mountain of stuff to do, but after three shards and ten hits, i confess that nothing short of a nuclear bomb could interupt this intense c2c with this most exquisite young tranny! She 100% agrees with my theory that someone born with a cock can better please a cock! She's in for a shock when she seduces the cum from my swollen balls! She is exactly who i desire for swallowing my vibrating cock!

New video! This amateur cumslut gets her biggest facial yet when she gets her face covered in "mountain man cum" with her hands tied behind her back. Plenty more of this slut on my channel.

Confession time.

I have been into raceplay, race humilation and misogyny for as long as i can remember having erections. Doesnt matter your ethnic background really... I'll humiliate you for being fucking test tube baby some mad nazi dentist dreamed up in the Chilean Mountains.

Nazis... Nazis... I had something about... Oh that's right! Arent they cute? I'm putting Aryan Nazi bitches to the front of the line. So if you masturbate in goose step, or a snazzy uniform, sharpie your upper lip as a fashion statement, laugh at canned laughter sitcoms or wet your panties at the smell of an oven heating up... Lets chat

Oh yeah confederate white is fine as well i just figured with such close families n all... Lotta fuckin branches on those family trees....

Oh yeah. I'm Jewish and Irish so I'm fucking hilarious.

"Roleplay, sext and cyber next?"

Lookin for a F partner for roleplay / sext / cyber.

I am very imaginative, uses AI graphics on the run to deepen immersion during sessions (thinks about expanding to VR and accessories related to that :P ).

Currently I propose the following idea for improvised sext roleplay (can be adio or audio/vid if you wish):

"XVII century - young Armenian novice-nun (with Enola Holmes curiosity) finds strange vessel in forbidden basement of her remote mountain cloister... there is an Old Armenian seal on it with strange inscription "Orgiatus, Spawn of Eve, FIrst Prince of Hell)"

Below links to kickstart imaginaton...

AI-gnmerated ideas for sext roleplay / cyber

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Paul
Sexorcist of His HOLEliness ;)

Does anyone have the link to the vid where it's two girls dancing on a bed. They start out in those big puffy coats, with only panties and bras on. Theres a bottle of Mountain Dew in the foreground of the video.

i am a married father looking for either a single mother or a couple with kids in the rocky mountain house alberta area. for "play dates" with our kids. very open minded. wife must not know.

I'm a pretty 21yr grad student. I come from good family and upper middle class 2 parent home. I have been afforded opportunities and showered with attention from my parents. We are black, yes, families such as ours do exist.

But I have always been attracted to white men and vice versa. My father would disown me if he new this.

I have this fantasy of being kidnapped and taken to a mountain cabin by 4 or 5 rugged, kinky, racist mountain men. At the cabin they will humiliate me. I will be gangraped, dp'd, fisted, pissed on etc. Made to swallow load after load of hot cum. When I am covered in cum they piss on me to clean it off. Then I am held down while the dog gets his turn with me. All the while brutalizing me, slapping, spitting, chocking me while the call me the filthiest racist names.
I know I'm a sick puppy but this turns me on so much.

What IF 20 Million Illegal Aliens Went Home
By the way, if you or your family members came to America legally, Welcome - - - we're glad you're here and that it was done by the Rule of Law. Thank you for respecting our borders.

What if 20 Million Illegal Aliens Vacated America ? ( note: ILLEGAL - here without papers)
I, Tina Griego, journalist for the Denver Rocky Mountain News wrote a column titled, 'Mexican Visitor's Lament' -- 10/25/07.

I interviewed Mexican journalist Evangelina Hernandez while visiting Denver last week. Hernandez said, 'They (illegal aliens) pay rent, buy groceries, buy clothes...What Happens to your country's economy if 20 million people go away?' Hummm, I thought, what would happen, so I did my due diligence, buried my nose as a reporter into the FACTS I found below.
[Did you notice Evangelina said "your" country?]

It's a good question - it deserves an honest answer. Over 80% of Americans demand secured borders and illegal migration stopped. But what would happen if all 20 million or more vacated America ?

The answers I found may surprise you!

In California, if 3.5 million illegal aliens moved back to Mexico, it would leave an extra $10.2 billion to spend on overloaded school systems, bankrupt hospitals and overrun prisons. It would leave highways cleaner, safer and less congested. Everyone could understand one another as English became the dominant language again.

In Colorado, 500,000 illegal immigrants, plus their 300,000 kids and grand-kids - would move back 'home', mostly to Mexico. That would save Coloradans an estimated $2 billion (other experts say $7 billion) annually in taxes that pay for schooling, medical, social-services and incarceration costs.

It means 12,000 gang members would vanish out of Denver alone.

Colorado would save more than $20 million in prison costs, and the terror that those 7,300 alien criminals set upon local citizens. Denver Officer Don Young and hundreds of Colorado victims would not have suffered death, accidents, rapes and other crimes by illegals.

Denver Public Schools would not suffer a 67 percent drop-out/flunk-out rate because of thousands of illegal alien students speaking 41 different languages. At least 200,000 vehicles would vanish from our gridlocked cities in Colorado. Denver's 9% unemployment rate would vanish as our working poor would gain jobs at a living wage.

In Florida, 1.5 million illegals would return the Sunshine State to America, the rule of law, and English.

In Chicago, Illinois, 2.1 million illegals would free up hospitals, schools, prisons and highways for a safer, cleaner and more crime-free experience.

If 20 million illegal aliens returned 'home' --

If 20 million illegal aliens returned 'home', the U.S. Economy would return to the rule of law. Employers would hire legal American citizens at a living wage. Everyone would pay their fair share of taxes because they wouldn't be working off the books. That would result in an additional $401 Billion in IRS income taxes collected annually, and an equal amount for local, state and city coffers.

No more push '1' for Spanish or '2' for English. No more confusion in American schools that now must contend with over 100 languages that degrade the educational system for American kids. Our over-crowded schools would lose more than two million illegal alien kids at a cost of billions in ESL and free breakfasts and lunches.

We would lose 500,000 illegal criminal alien inmates at a cost of more than $1.6 billion annually. That includes 15,000 MS-13 gang members who distribute $130 billion in drugs annually would vacate our country.

In cities like L.A., 20,000 members of the '18th Street Gang' would vanish from our nation. No more Mexican forgery gangs for ID theft from Americans! No more foreign rapists and child molesters!

Losing more than 20 million people would clear up our crowded highways and gridlock. Cleaner air and less drinking and driving American deaths by illegal aliens!

America's economy is drained. Taxpayers are harmed. Employers get rich. Over $80 billion annually wouldn't return to the aliens' home countries by cash transfers. Illegal migrants earned half that money untaxed, which further drains America's economy - while we currently suffer an $8.7 trillion debt.

At least 400,000 anchor babies would not be born in our country, costing us $109 billion per year per cycle. At least 86 hospitals in California, Georgia, Texas and Florida would still be operating instead of being bankrupt, out of existence, because illegals pay nothing via the EMTOLA Act.

Americans wouldn't suffer thousands of TB and hepatitis cases rampant in our country - brought in by illegals unscreened at our borders.

With 20 million less people it would also put the 'progressives' on the horns of a dilemma; illegal aliens and their families cause 11 percent of our greenhouse gases.

Over one million of Mexico's poorest citizens now live inside and along our border from Brownsville, Texas to San Diego, California in what the New York Times called, 'colonias' or new neighborhoods. Trouble is, those living areas resemble Bombay and Calcutta where there is a grinding poverty, filth, diseases, drugs, crimes, lack of sanitation and worse. They live without sewage, clean water, paved streets, electricity, or any kind of sanitation.

The New York Times reported them to be America's new 'Third World ' inside our own country. Within 20 years, at their current growth rate, they expect 20 million residents of those colonias.

(I've seen them personally in Texas and Arizona; it's sickening beyond anything you can imagine.)

By enforcing our laws, we could repatriate them back to Mexico. We should invite 20 million aliens to go home, fix their own countries and/or make a better life in Mexico. We already invite a million people into our country legally more than all other countries combined annually. We cannot and must not allow anarchy at our borders, more anarchy within our borders and growing lawlessness at every level in our nation. It's time to stand up for our country, our culture, our civilization and our way of life. It is time to vote out the politicians who think otherwise!

Now, here are some interesting Statistics!

Here are 14 reasons illegal aliens should vacate America, and I hope they are forwarded over and over again until they are read so many times that the reader gets sick of reading them:

1) $14 billion to $22 billion dollars are spent each year on welfare to illegal aliens. ( that's Billion with a 'B' )

2) $2.2 billion dollars are spent each year on food assistance programs such as food stamps, WIC, and free school lunches for illegal aliens.

3) $7.5 billion dollars are spent each year on Medicaid for illegal aliens.

4) $12 billion dollars are spent each year on primary and secondary school education for children here illegally and they still cannot speak any English!

5) $27 billion dollars are spent each year for education for the American-born children of illegal aliens, known as anchor babies.

6) $3 Million Dollars 'PER DAY' is spent to incarcerate illegal aliens. That's $1.2 Billion a year.

7) If we go with 20 million illegals compared to there being 300 million Americans, they make up less than 7% of the people within our borders. But, 28% percent of all federal prison inmates are illegal aliens.

8) $190 billion dollars are spent each year on illegal aliens for welfare & social services by the American taxpayers.
9) $200 billion dollars per year in suppressed American wages are caused by the illegal aliens.

10) The illegal aliens in the United States have a crime rate that's two and a half times that of white non-illegal aliens. In particular, their children are going to make a huge additional crime problem in the US.

11) During 2005, there were 8 to 10 MILLION illegal aliens that crossed our southern border with as many as 19,500 illegal aliens from other terrorist countries. Over 10,000 of those were middle-eastern terrorists. Millions of pounds of drugs, cocaine, meth, heroine, crack, Guns, and marijuana crossed into the U.S. from the southern border.

12) The National Policy Institute, estimates that the total cost of mass deportation would be between $206 and $230 billion, or an average cost of between $41 and $46 billion annually over a five year period.

13) In 2006, illegal aliens sent home $65 BILLION in remittances back to their countries of origin, to their families & friends.

14) Another dark side of illegal immigration: Nearly one million sex crimes are committed by illegal immigrants in the United States!

Total cost: A whopping $538.3 BILLION DOLLARS A YEAR!!!

If this doesn't bother you, then just delete the message, don't register and don't vote. Otherwise, forward this to everyone you know!

Yo! What's up? So I'm a super funny, totally cool, MAJORLY 420 friendly, successful 40yr old, divorced white dude with a MAJOR obsession for the most hardcore XXX Interracial porn I can find! Gay? Straight? Bi? FUCK, It honestly doesn't matter to me! I just want to see that nice, big, shiny, black juicy cock pounding any hole! Her asshole? His asshole? It's ALL good! Just the sight of watching that MONSTROUSLY HUGE, swollen chocolaty flavored cock being sucked & fucked until the veins are about ready to burst from all the pressure behind that giant load of hot, creamy cum that's about to erupt from the mountain like a fucking geyser! I just LOVE sitting back, lubing up my own big, white cock, & watch about 5 or 6 ''Mandingo'' sized brotha's just do what they do best? . . . TO POUND FUCK HOLES! So if you live in & around Los Angeles, (The South Bay area) & your a cool bro that wants to let me try jacking your mighty black monster off at least? Hit me up at . . . demomizor1@gmail.com

I confess that i just walked in on my mom and dad having sexual intercourse. My mom was bent over the table and my dad was ass-raping her it was so hot. When i walked in she looked up at me and smiled and said "come over here and leave me suck ur dick". I ran over and rammed my dick down my moms mouth until she started choking and vomiting on my dick, it was so hot. My dad said stop your going to kill her but i didnt stop and i ended up snapping her neck i was so rough.

Me and my dad then had to drive up to the mountains to bury her body because if we called the cops they would think we were a strange family all fucking each other. I feel really afraid now that we will be caught i dont know what to do anymore my head is all over the place. My dad says not to worry but i cant think about anything else.

I know a lot of people post bullshit confessions on here but this is true and i had to tell someone about it.

The Groups are a great idea. One of the best things to happen to the site for ages.

But, like everything, they get infested with dicks who post pics and vids by the bucketload that are way off topic.

So can we have a spring clean-up by the group leaders? Threaten the old banhammer (just from the group not ML) for anyone who keeps spamming?

Could be a big task so I'm up for helping to weed out off-topic content from the groups I'm in if that's possible for basic users, and I'd bet others are too. It would save asking mods to help out who have already got their own mountain of crap to sift through in the daily uploads.

Sexy milf hiked up a mountain to share pic of sweaty feet.

Vacation Fucking

I haven't made a board post in a while, so I figured it might be time. This is inspired by an encounter on vacation. It is embellished for the sake of enjoyment. While he wasnt as rough as depicted, he was verbal. Also, I did fuck his friends, but it was only two of them and thats another story.

Vacations can be fun. Lots of opportunities for fucking, and Hubby is too busy to really notice. This is a big one, lots of family (Father-in-Law cock is always fun) and Colorado is beautiful. Hubby got an AirBnB in Breck and like most of them these days, it is surrounded by other purpose built AirBnBs. This little neighborhood of rentals was on the side of a mountain and lended itself to hiking, which would give an excuse for meeting some others.
The morning after out arrival I was up early (first one up so no one to ask too many questions) and looking to scope it out. It was chilly out, but I still wore my shorts, no panties (I am optimistic) UT t-shirt and bra. I set out leaving a text to hubby that I was walking around and would be back in a few. I didn't know what to expect, and wondered if I found someone to play with, how long would it take me?

Turns out I need not have worried. Three houses down and I found him. He was in an SUV trying to turn around on the narrow mountain road. I helpfully offered to spot for him, and after an 87 point turn, he was able to move back and then back into the parking space in his AirBnB. He got out and said thanks.

He was cute. Older, probably in his 50s, hair was black with streaks of grey. He was in shape (a common theme I would find in Colorado) and as near as I could tell, he was alone. I walked over and watched his eyes. Multiple times I saw him glance down at my tits straining against the burnt orange UT shirt. Got 'em.

His name was Grant. He was meeting some friends he had met while in the army. A kind of reunion, he said. I spotted the ring on his finger. It was at this point that I made my first real move. I yawned and stretched, reaching my arms into the air and pushing my tits out, I carefully watched him. Oh yeah. He was interested. For my part I only told him that I was here with family. He glanced down at my hand and I made no attempt to hide my own ring.

After my yawn he asked if I was tired, and I said yeah, and that our host had forgotten to stock coffee. He said that he hoped that he had a better host. I agreed. This was the point where I would know if he was game or not. If he invited me in for coffee, he wanted to fuck. If not, then back to the drawing board.

"Want to see if my host is better than yours?" he asked.

I smiled.

"Lets go." I said.

Once inside I gushed about how nice his place was compared to mine. Taking the hint, he said he wanted to check the place out and claim his bedroom, and asked if I wanted to help him pick. Of course, I agreed. I followed him around the house, checking each bedroom. At each stop I would offer my opinions of it, with appropriate double entendres. Once we had seen them all, he asked what I thought was the best, and I told him the master. I walked back to it.

I sat on the bed facing him. "See how firm it is. I like firm." I opened my legs. "And its the perfect height for you."

"What do you mean?" he walked to me until he was standing between my knees. He smiled. The bed was at the perfect height to bring his cock in line with my pussy. I closed my feet behind him and brough him in.

I could feel his cock growing in his shorts. "See. Perfect height." I fell back on the bed, and he took his shirt off. His chest was covered in black grey hair. I ran my hands down it and tweaked his nipples causing his cock to jump. As he started to pull his shorts off I sat up.

"One thing. I like it rough. Very rough."

"Oh you want like a safe word?" he asked.

"No." I said, removing my shirt and bra. "Just fuck me like a whore."

He pulled his cock out, and I was impressed. It was a good sturdy cock, thick. Unshaved. I undid my shorts and slid them off. He began to rub my pussy. "How does this whore like to be fucked?" he asked.

"Do you want to fuck me up my ass?"

"Fuck yes."

I slid off the bed and to my knees. I took him in my mouth and began to blow him. Getting him sloppy and wet. He moaned as he fucked my throat. I pulled my mouth of his cock. "Do you like getting head from a married whore?"

He nodded.

I pulled away and back on the bed. I spread my legs and pulled them up. "Then fuck this married whores ass." he spit on my ass and rubbed it. He pushed my thighs down and began to work his cock into my ass while rubbing my clit with his thumb. I relaxed and let him penetrate me. He was thick, and filled me. Once he got it started he slid all the way into my ass.

He began to pound my ass smooth long strokes. Not exactly fast, but steady. "Fuck me, daddy." I said. He responded with a hard thrust. "Choke me." His hand went to my throat and closed around it. Tight, it impacted my swallowing. I felt him pounding away at my ass, hand around my throat, totally at his mercy.

"You want to fuck my friends too? We need a slut." he said.

I could only nod.

"How slutty are you?"

"Very" I croaked. Without warning he pulled out of my ass, leaving it open.

"Show me."

I fell to my knees off the bed and devoured his cock. I sucked it, licked his balls, slapped it on my face. "I want you cum inside me." I said. "You pick the hole."

Without warning he reached down and grabbed my face. "Your holes dont deserve my cum, you fat bitch." He pushed me away and against the bed. He straddled me, pinning my head down with one hand while jerking off with the other.

My pussy was soaking. He grabbed a fist full of my hair as he began to cum on my face. He pulled away and stood panting. I wiped the cum from my face and into my mouth while I rubbed myself to orgasm.

After, he asked me if I was serious about fucking his friends and I said yes. He smiled and said "Come on. Lets get you that cup of coffee."

I confessed I'm a bit depressed. I'm a 23 years old male, 70 kg, 5 foot 11" who feels that he is sexually abnormal. When I was teenager, I used to masturbate 3-6 times daily because I had such an irresistible sex drive. I've always felt like a man and no gay feelings or femininity. I had quite a few girlfriends and everything looked normal.

I recently discovered that despite my chest is slightly muscular, I have some breast type tissue and that is normally known as a abnormality of xxy chromosome instead of xy chromosome. My body also resembles to an xxy chromosome syndrome affected body.

However now there are things like less capacity in sports is true. But an xxy affected person should also be low in IQ while I'm not since I'm a graduate in engineering. They should have low fertility which I don't think is true in me.

One serious issue I have is I can cum in 2 minutes if I don't control and feel like I want another one just after 5 mins. I'm just feeling like I have a mountain over my head ..

Energy...what are the facts?

U.S. oil companies pay the government $86 MILLION per DAY in fees, taxes, & royalties

add $31 BILLION in total contributions to the U.S. economy

they are 8% of the total U.S. Gross Domestic Product

they employ 9 MILLION in the U.S.A.

Oil companies do this without any government subsidy or handouts whatsoever, even though Obama is emplementing his failed "Cap & Tax" anti-fossil fuel legislation through the EPA rather then getting approval through Congress, which he is Constitutionally bound to do. This will cost taxpayers billions in higher energy costs (source: Lou Dobbs Tonight, 3-30-12).

Every "green energy" company that has gotten free government subsidies has gone broke.

Solyndra bankrupt $535 MILLION

Ener1 bankrupt $118.5 MILLION

Olsen's Mills bankrupt $60 MILLION

Mountain Plaza bankrupt $2 MILLION

Evergreen Solar bankrupt $486 MILLION

SpectraWatt bankrupt $38.6 MILLION

This partial list (source: money.cnn.com) when added to all the other "green energy" bankruptcies and an additional $10 BILLION that was added from the Obama "stimulus" of three years ago (source: foxnews.com) adds up to over ONE TRILLION DOLLARS of failure with taxpayer money that has been totally wasted with NO jobs, NO tax revenue for the U.S. government, no addition to the G.D.P., and NO green energy produced!

Solar, wind, algae are simply not cost effective nor ready for market, even after all the "free" money they've taken. Currently they are a fantasy on the same level as "global warming" in the minds of brainwashed liberals, Socialists, and earth worshipers. Barak Obama said before the election that gas must reach $6, 7, 8/gal before "green energy" is cost effective...and he's done his damnedest in 3 years to make you pay more for your energy.

Can we reverse this legacy of Socialism & failure in Novemeber?...."Yes we can!"

Now this is an odd one, and a bit complicated, I will try to explain.

I have a woman working for me, a sort of right hand (wo)man. Now listen to this, besides being hot, she is my sister in law's best friend, so she is friends with my wife, while in the mean time, she used to be in a 7 year long relationship with my best friend, who is a godfather to my kids.

Of course, no one in his right mind would try anything with her, so neither would I, even though I have thought of her that way, more than once. It is her younger sister (she is 37, her sis 33), who we all know.

She is, and I can't point this out more bluntly, a 10. Just a 10.

Luck had it, that we found ourselves at the same pool party, in the mountain resort I have a condo in, I won't go into boring detail, but I was there with some people I know, she was there on some kind of a work seminar, and decided to crash that party with a co worker.

Her friend got lost somewhere, so she stayed with me, since I was the only person she knew, and we were drinking, joking, and I couldn't get my eyes off of her body. We ended up in a pool, and started messing around, like a bunch of kids, I used the opportunity to press against her body, and she didn't mind. In a minute, I had a full on erection, made sure she felt it pressing against her during our "messing around", and she pressed back.

I didn't want to lose the initiative, so I called her up. We were in bed in under five minutes. I licked her cunt and ass, and oh my God, it tasted like heaven. She came, while moaning loudly. I was up, ready to jump on her, when she got on her knees, and took it in her mouth.

I had never gotten a bj from a 10, I wanted to fuck her, but it felt so good, and it looked perfect, since she was maintaining eye contact, and I didn't last long.

She hit the shower immediately, and I was left there, with an emerging second boner. When she got out, I came on to her again, but she said no. Why? "It would be too much".

And she just left.

It has been more than a few months since then, and I wanted to make some contact, find some answers, and eventually, I saw her in the city, and stopped her.

She thinks it was nice, that nothing wrong happened, but that we can't go further, for the sake of everyone around us.

And that is true. Yet, I still masturbate to the memory of that night, and I think I will never stop.

Part 5: Late Night Show

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After our sauna plans failed, I showered and

watched TV, waiting for dinner to happen. No text

from Jolie. Didnt think so either. When dinner time

came I went to the dining room. That sounds just as

exciting as the rest of my evening would go. The

only highlight was, when I saw Jolie standing at

the salad buffet. She wore a plain dark blue skin

tight dress. The dress surely had some push up

effect, but she was wearing no bra (no straps

visible, no outline under the dress).I had to focus

not to get rock hard instantly. I quickly got my

salad and sat back on my ass. The rest of the

dinner was eventless. I went back to my room and

found a note that had been slipped under. "Boss

caught me. Can see you anymore." I was confused -

who did Jolie mean with boss? Mike? But why slip a

note? Cant she text me anymore? But then it dawned

on me - Angie wrote that. That day was getting

worse and worse. I sighed, brushed my teeth and

watched TV - shitty program though. After a while I

switched to a book. I then heard the squeaking

noise again. It was very hard to hear, but since I

only read a book, there were no other noises. I

also never met or heard any other neighbor than

Jolie and Mike... The noise only remained for a few

minutes so I forgot about it in even less. I kept

reading my book for at least 1.5 hours before I

heard a very soft knock on my door. At first I

didnt even recognized it was on my door. But then

it came again. I got up and listened. Again a soft

knocking. I went to the door and opened it. Jolie

jumped as I opened the door. She started laughing

silently and I waved her in. I closed the door

behind her. She was dressed for sleeping - long

white shirt, hair freely flowing down her

shoulders. She sat on my bed with her legs crossed.

Before I could say anything she spat out "I cant

take it anymore. I fucked Jim twice today - TWICE!

- and still I didnt even get close to an orgasm.

I'm still craving for some big cock..." At that

point she looked at me and so I said "Well lucky

you, I got something here that might help...but

first: what about Mike?"
"What do you think? After fucking he always falls

asleep. I couldnt sleep though. I couldnt stop

thinking about your cock..." Me: "No need to wait

any longer." I pulled her shirt over her head. She

was completely naked underneath. I smelled the

shirt - it was soaked in her odor. My dick

hardened, then she removed my pants. She took it in

her mouth while it was still growing. It felt

amazing. My cock started to fill her mouth until

she no longer could hold all of it in. When it was

full size, she could only fit in 1/2 of it. I layed

her on the bed and climbed on top of her - 69 was

the name of the game. She sucked really well, but

when I started circling her clit with my tongue she

started moaning so hard, she stopped blowing me. I

shortly thought about if we were too loud, but I

shrugged it off. I put one finger in her pussy and

played with her g-spot a little, when I already

feel her pussy contract. She sighed a loud

"uuuuuuuh" and her pussy was leaking her juice all

over my hand. Instead of pulling my hand out I

repositioned myself - laying besides her and kept

finger fucking her. I took two fingers and spread

her pussy. "Dont stop" it came from her and so I

pushed in both fingers as deep as I could. She bent

her back upwards, moaning in a deep pitch. I

started fucking her again, pressing my fingers

against the roof of her hole. I added a third

finger and started moving my hand up and down

rapidly, which resulted in smacking sounds and her

moans getting even more intense. She came again,

this time spraying her juice all over the bed. I

kept my fingers in, while her pussy tried to push

them out. She twitched with all her body. When she

stopped twitching I got over her and positioned the

tip of my dick infront of her pussy."Are you

ready?" - She looked at me, panting, and said "no

please, I need a break I..." before she could

finish I pushed my dick into her. She moaned so

hard, I was afraid it could even wake Mike. "please

no..." she said. So I stopped in my movement and

looked at her. She smiled and shook her head "Like

it when I resist?" I nodded. She playfully tried to

push me off, I started fucking her again "oh no...

dont please... I ... noo" she whispered. I took her

hands of my chest and pressed them onto the bed. I

started fucking her hard. Pounding her pussy as

fast as I could. Her moans and screams were my

reward. When her pussy contracted again, and I was

about to cum she whispered "please no, not in my

pussy Im not on the pill... please dont.. no

please..." I sped up once more and blew my load

deep in her. Her body was twitching again, I pulled

out and collapsed besides her. She rolled over to

me and said "I never had so many orgasms in a row."

We cuddled for a bit and I asked her "are you

really not on the pill?" Jolie: "No, that was just

roleplay. Dont worry." Afterwards she got dressed

and back to her room. I fell asleep immediately.

I dont know how, but somehow Mike was suspicious the next morning. He kept a close eye on Jolie and anyone who came near her. Whoever Jolie looked at, he inspected. I made sure to stay away. She must have also noticed, since she ignored me completely. I decided not to follow them on the mountain that day. I had a nice skiing day, without anything relevant happening. I didnt go to the sauna, expecting Mike and Jolie to be there. Shortly before dinner I recieved a text from Jolie saying "good idea not to come to the spa. Mike is acting strange today. Keep distance until further notice."

The next day we also kept a low profile, Mike was cooling down. I gambled and went to the sauna that afternoon. Jolie and Mike were there, so I kept my distance. I went into a different sauna than them. When I got out of it, I saw the old man from before, Mike and Jolie. Mike was pointing at the old man, keeping Jolie behind him and whispering angrily. The old man looked afraid and got out of the spa as soon as he could. On the way to the shower I passed Jolie and Mike and heard her whisper "my hero, that will be rewarded" while she grabbed his dick. He grunted and they went out of the spa as well. When I came back for the showers I relaxed for 10 min before going in again. I noticed the 35 year old from before in the sauna and sat across from her. We were alone in there, me sitting on my towel, completely naked, she wrapped in her towel, covering her completely. So I decided to say hello. We started talking, she complimented my athletic body. I told her I went jogging and tried all kinds of sports. Then I complimented her body, ending with "well, what I can see of it". She laughed and removed her towel completely, revealing nice C cups and a well trimmed triangle over her pussy. I was caught by surprise and kept staring at her body - she looked really good. Asked her if she did any sports. She didnt answer, instead spread her legs and said "why? do you like what you see? Oh well I can see for myself that you do" and giggled. I looked down and indeed my cock was getting harder. She laughed again, covered herself again and said "thats all for today. I'm here with my husband you know. He is not the kind of guy you want to piss off." I nodded and shortly after left the sauna.

End of Part 5

Last summer my family took a trip to see the inlaws in the states. We all went to the mountains(wife, kids, sister inlaw, mother inlaw). We left the kids with my sis inlaw and went out to have some fun for a bit. When we came back 2hrs later she was super drunk! The kids were fine and my wife asked if she could go swimming with her mom. The kids kept playing and watching tv while my sister inlaw passed out in the bedroom. After a few minuites i snuck into the room and saw her passed out with her ass hanging near the edge of the bed showing off her pink thong. I locked the door and started to rub her bubble butt. I gave her a few pushes to see if she would wake, but she didnt. I carefully pulled up her shirt popping out her 36 D tits and started to lick them. She gave a little moan and pushed her ass against my ragging cock. As i pulled down her bottoms and moved her thong to the side she let out another moan and shook her ass. I went down on my knees to see her wonderful pussy that I have been dying to see for years! She tasted better than her big sister haha. After a few mins of heaven I got back up and crept my cock into the tight wet hole of the gods! After every other thrust she would let out a tiny whimper as my cock throbbed in her. After cumming all over her pussy i went down to see her beautiful cum cover pussy. I couldnt resist licking her again, and had to clean up my mess anyway, so I licked my cum all off of her and pushed some in just for good measures haha. Seeing the cum drip back out of her made my cock inflame again so I went back for some more, this time cumming more than before but inside her. I cleaned up what i could after opening her up and forcing it out for me to taste again. After looking at her a few more times, I pulled her shirt back down and her pants back up, then i tucked her in and gave her a kiss. She woke up the next day really happy but a little hung over, and she never remembered a thing. I cant wait to get her drunk again!

Massive Mountains

I love mountainous curves like this hint hint

I've been trying to convince myself to tell someone this for a while now and it feels easier to be anonymous, so here goes.

I'm a girl and the first guy I ever slept with was my mom's boyfriend and his friend. My parents are divorced and I lived with my dad at the time but my mom still had visitation rights, so I'd see her on the first weekend of every month. I didn't really like it there since she was always drinking, smoking or gambling, but she'd buy me drinks too so I didn't really care.
Her bf was really into camping and stuff and had a weekend planned with his friend to go on a mountain trek and camp for the long weekend. I didn't want to be stuck with my mom and kind of like camping so I asked to go. Her bf made a bit of a protest and they got into an argument but I got to go.

It was about a full day to reach the top. They were big into survival and actually had army rations that we were eating and we were getting water from streams and underground springs. Of course there were leeches and mosquitoes everywhere but it was still much better than staying with my mom.

Anyway, we got to where they wanted to make camp, set up a tent and passed out for the day. It would have taken less time to get there, but they were lugging beer, sodas and spirits up as well. The real stuff didn't happen until the next day though.
They started drinking early, sharing with me. They didn't have to make me promise not to tell my mom or anything because they knew she got me drinks anyway. I left before long though since it had been a day since I'd had a bath and went to wash off in the stream we were camped near. Nothing happened when I was there and I don't think they were watching me, but when I got back my mom's bf offered to check my back for leeches. We'b been doing that already so it was nothing new. I lifted the back of my shirt, nothing special just some loose fitting thing to hike in and some jeans, and he checked me over while his friend gave me another drink. He'd pored it pretty strong but I didn't care.

My mom's bf was being pretty gentle about checking my back and his hands running over my back started to turn me on. I was still a virgin at this point but I'd been horny before and thought nothing of it. I finished my drink while he was still checking my back and he told me he was having trouble and said I should lay down in the tent. I was pretty tipsy by know and just went with it.

He sat on my legs just below my ass and kept 'checking' me over. Eventually he started rubbing my back harder, giving me a massage, which only turned me on more. I know I moaned a few times but I was too tipsy to care, even when he lifted my sports bra and took my shirt off the rest of the way. His friend had started massaging my legs too by this point and I was hornier than I'd ever been at that point. My mom's bf had his hard-on pressed against my ass and I didn't care.
Eventually I was rolled onto my back and he had his hands running along my stomach and over my breasts and nipples and slipping my sports bra the rest of the way off while his friend unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my pants and panties off.

I still remember the way I moaned when his friend ran fingers over my pussy and I still laugh a little when I remember how he said "Holy shit" when he realized how wet I was.

After that it was mostly a blur. When my mom's bf wasn't kissing me he was sucking my nipple or kissing my neck and body while they both took turns fingering me. Sometimes one would finger me while the other rubbed my clit or licked my pussy. I have no idea how many times they made me cum. I don't remember when they stripped either, but we were all naked before long. They guided me mostly, putting their cocks in my hands and moving them so I'd start jerking them off or guiding my head with their hands and showing me how to suck them off while I moaned onto their cocks.
Eventually my mom's bf was between my my legs, pushing his cock into my pussy. It hurt a little, but by that point I was so drunk and horny that it was barely a problem. Their fingers had already gotten me ready anyway.

After that it was all sex. Either my mom's bf was between my legs while I sucked his friend or his friend bent me over to fuck me while I sucked my mom's bf's cock. They were drunk enough by then that they took forever to cum but I didn't care. They switched and took turns, fucking me missionary, doggy, cowgirl or sideways. At one point they tried my ass but it hurt too much.
When they did finally cum, it was when my mom's bf had me on my back and he came all over my tits. Before that his friend had cum in my mouth while I sucked him off. I had no idea what to do with it, so I swallowed it.

The next two days were spent like that, drinking, sucking and fucking until we went home. They suggested I go on the pill, so I did. After that, we ended up sneaking around whenever I visited my mom, giving him head or fucking in his car whenever we drove somewhere, fucking when my mom was passed out or going camping a few more times. Eventually he and my mom broke up. We'd still sneak around sometimes but he eventually moved and we didn't see each other again.

Anyway, finally told someone. Thanks for reading.

Maggie's imprisonment Part I

    Maggie didn't know it, but she had been chained in her dungeon cell for exactly twenty hours. That was twenty hours of total darkness. Twenty hours of solitude. Twenty hours of painful restraint, forced to stand on her toes. Twenty hours of no food nor water.    Twenty hours of captivity. Maggie was completely nude, stretched and covered with sweat and dust, her legs tainted with her piss that she wasn’t able to retain anymore. What a shame for her!
Her imprisonment only takes a short time. The abductors must have cloroformed her, she didn’t remember it what had happened to her, the last thing she could remember that she was driving in her car. When she woke up, she had been tied up into a hogtie, wrists and ankles bound tightly and very close together, so she could easily touch her heels with her fingers. She was still wearing all her clothes, except her sneakers which had been taken off. Since her youth she hadn’t worn any socks, even in winter, and at home she was always barefoot. Her soles are well calloused and trained.
She started to move but it was difficult because her hands and feet must had been tied up for a long time, they were cold and numb. She hardly was able to wrinkle her fingers and toes. Her mouth has been taped up, and a bag has been pulled over her head. She noted that her big toes were tied together, a small rope cinched tightly between them. She was transported for a long time, in a van, because her tied-up body rocked back and forth.
After a while the van stopped and a door was opened. Powerful hands grabbed her bound and aching body, she was raised on her shoulders and knees, they carried her over a certain distance and laid her on a hard surface. Then she got untied, first the rope which has joined her hands and feet so she was able to stretch her extremely aching back. When the abductor frees her wrists, the cut-off circulation of her hands was restored and Maggie moans loudly. She started to move her burning fingers, her hands seemed to burn in a fire! Quickly a pair of handcuffs were closed around her wrists, firmly pressing in the skin. Her feet were freed just like that, also burning and aching like hell, her ankles got cuffed as fast as her wrists. Then the abductors removed the bag, so she was able to see them the first time.
There were two men, tall and muscular, wearing face masks, both a lumberjack shirt and jeans. They looked like twins, she thought seeing them the first time. She looked around, she was sitting on a table, placed in a huge hall, with walls of old bricks without any windows. There was also no notable door or entrance.
They grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up, from the desk upon her feet. She hardly was able to stand securely because of the numbness, they still felt cold. She noticed that her ankles had been cuffed with shining wide metal cuffs, fitting exactly around them, connected by short chain of ca. 30 cm. They pressed firmly in the skin, so every step was difficult to make and painful. Her wrists must have been cuffed in the same way, she tried to move them and noticed the hard metal squeezing the skin there.
She was pulled forward. Walking unsteadily they crossed the hall where the van was parked, and she was stopped in front of one of the walls. By using a hidden mechanism, the wall began to move and opened a view to a stairway leading downwards, lighted by electric bulbs. They entered the stairs and the wall closed slowly behind them. Her heart beat even faster now because she realized that no one will find her here.
It was difficult for her to went down the stairs, they felt warm and slippery, her still numb soles slipped away various times and the men had to hold her grabbing her arms.
They reached a small room, she was able to see some trash bags lying in a corner, obviously filled well. One of the men removed her wrist cuffs and told her to strip. Slowly she moved her swollen and cold fingers to opens her blouse, soaked with sweat, took it off and also the under shirt that she wears in the cold season. Because of her small breats she hadn’t used bras during her youth and her husband has encouraged her to continue until now. She hesitated by trying to cover her topless breasts with her hands, but the abductor ordered her to move faster. She pulled down her jeans and her slip fastly, unable to take them off because of her still cuffed feet. Her arms were grabbed and she was cuffed on her wrists again behind her back, the cold metal bite in the bruised and swollen skin there. She winced because of the sudden pain, but didn’t make a noise. Then one of the men leaned forward and uncuffed her ankles. The pain was intense, the skin there hurting brutally. The man pulled her clothes from her legs, the ankles were cuffed tightly again. She was able to watch it, the bright shackles were pressed firmly together, with a click they seemed to close automatically. The men took a few steps back to admire their new prisoner: At forty-one years old, Maggie did not have the typical body of a 41-year-old American woman. She exercised daily. She watched what she ate. She didn't smoke or do any type of drugs and used a regular regimen of vitamins and supplements. At 169 cm, she weighed in at only 54 kilos. Despite having born a total of three children, she had no signs of stretch marks and had no c-section scars. Her belly was flat and tight, her small breasts sagged only a bit with age, her hard and long nipples erected even more hardly. He touched them, also the piercing that she wears there since she was a teenager. As a young girl, with 13, she placed small barbells there with the consent of her parents, then she fell in love with her husband, who was her first boyfriend. He liked the idea that a woman always should wear a piercing in her nipples, so she continued since more than 28 years. When she was pregnant the first time, they decided that she should wear rings, and her husband found a perfect par, with a segment close that couldn’t be opened accidentally when the baby was sucking at her nipples. So she was able to breastfeed her three children with the piercings placed. They only know her mother with ringed nipples because she never took them off. Her two daughters were convinced that is normal for a female to wear rings like this and asked her when they will be old enough get them, too. With the years, they decided to stretch the piercing holes, up to 4 mm in diameter. She was fascinated by the idea closing them permanently. Therefor he filled a strong glue in the openings of the rings, closed the segments and later filled the small spaces with a solder, heating and polishing the rings carefully. He was very successful, since 13 years the rings formed am permanent part of her body, shining bright on her dark tanned skin. Everyone who has seen her topless wondered about the seamless and smooth appearance of theses rings and the way how they would have been placed. She never told anything about it, it was her secret.
Being pinched intensely, her nipples even got more harder. Her smooth and shaved crotch, yet a little bit wet after the harsh bondage treatment, began to wet even more. The men seemed to note it, they touched her crotch and put their fingers in her pussy. She trembled and tried to free herself, but the guys grabbed her firmly and stimulated her more. She got really hot and her liquids gather in vagina more and more. When they retracted their fingers, her crotch started to leak, dripping like hell, her juice running down her legs. She was frightened, reacting like this in front of her brutal abductors. But this was just the way her husbands had treated her since she married him, twenty years ago: He was fascinated by her feet, elegant, slim and with long toes. So he told her to be barefoot as often as possible, a plea which she fulfilled him without any difficulties. He like to tie her up before making sex, stripping her slowly and cinching soft ropes tightly around her wrists and ankles, her hands behind her back. Often they stood side by side for a long time, kissing themselves, her eyes blinded with a scarf, her cotch fingered as intensely like the abductors did recently. After getting extremely wet, he penetrated her always in doggy style from behind, then they lie nude together side by side and in the first years her bonds were loosen before falling asleep, when the children still were small and they had to care about them. Later he asked her to stay tied up all the night, he added a ball gag and some ropes at her elbows and knees. The first time she was not able to fell asleep, being excited all the time, so he had to take her another time in the morning. But with the course of time she got used to it. Now she slept without a problem, tightly tied up in his arms.
One of her abductors grabbed an empty garbage bag, filled it with her clothes and threw it over the mountain of the other bags lying there. There must many other persons who has been treated like her, she thought. She was grabbed around her left bicep, and lead her away. Her body jerked forward and her bare feet slid another time on the stone floor They her another time to a wall, another secret mechanism was used to open a door, that revealed another stairway, dark and humid. The men used a torch to enlighten it, they went down and she noted the warm and musty air rising up.

To be continued….

I finally cut ties with someone who was dragging me down.....

maybe mountain climbing with a friend is not for me

I have taken my father's DNA and injected it into my own body.

It has increased my power tenford.

I can now move mountains!

Contror the weather.

Set things on fire with my mind.

Wark in the air.

And see through peopre's crothes.

I am invincibre!

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