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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I have always been pretty free, regarding sex, which is self explanatory, since I am here.

I am in my 40's now, married, and my character is the reason, two friendships have ended.

I had a best friend, she was a blonde, as I still am (she went brunette in the mean time), and through hs and in our 20's, we spent lots of time together. She was my confidant, she knew all about me, how promiscuous I was, while she was the opposite. Hell, I envied her, for her looks, even though I never looked bad myself, and I had this desire to make her like me, to push her over the edge, so she can be like me, not just understand me.

At the time, she started dating, casually, this one guy, and she was opening up about their sex life, in a shy way, she always felt self conscious while talking about it, and just for laughs, I suggested we should have a prank of sort with him, when he comes to the bar, that we are both willing to do him, to see how he reacts. Why not, she just started dating him, she didn't really care about him, and she said yes.

We drank a lot, and, ended up at his place, on our knees, doing you know what, together. He fucked us both, and ended up unloading on my chest, I guess, because I have big ones, unlike her.

The morning after, I felt remorse. She broke it off with him, and we tried, and managed to overcome this, since it was obviously more than she could handle.

But, they got back together after few months, and things went cold. We tried hanging out together, but I don't know what it was, her being afraid that I might steal him, or something else, it didn't work, and we parted ways, while still keeping phone contact of sort.

That drove me crazy, so I started dating one of his friends. In hindsight, this wasn't thought through, especially since I ended up marrying him. My poor husband got ghosted by his friend, without even knowing what is it all about.

And that is it. I know this isn't anything hot nor super special, but if someone wants my unsolicited advice - do not mix your friendships with any kind of sexual activity.

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.

I had a Slut Epiphany....

A couple days ago I went away for the night with my lover while my husband was out of town for work. We stayed at a casino hotel and during our stay my friend needed to meet with some family member and did not want to explain me, since he is also married.

While he was out I went to the casino floor and ended up meeting a guy and not too long after was up in his room partying with him, he popped a Viagra and went to giving me and 3 hour work out that was better than any sex Ive ever had in my life, partly because it was fully anonymous random hook-up sex but also because he was a fucking animal in bed! Anyway as we were finishing up the last 20-30 minutes of this incredible fucking he was giving me, the guy I came there with started to call my cell phone looking for me! But fuck that, I was really into what this guys was giving me and was not going to stop for anything....and as my new friend was grinding out that one last orgasm out of me and my cell phone was ringing away, I had this Epiphany...I was a HUGE SLUT, and i loved it! I loved that I had no problem with the fact that here I was cheating on the guy I was cheating on my husband with, and had no remorse whatsoever. I loved that I was doing this, I truly love random anonymous dick in me... so yeah, Im a huge fucking Slut..I dont care, why should you!

So that is my Slut Epiphany... I now wear the title Slut as a crown of glory! Fuck you if you don't like it!

I have a beautifull little girlfriend, love her so much
But I confess I love when my girlfriend passes out after a night of partiying and too much alcohol.. The next day She almost never remebemers what we all did.
for example.
We had sex in the public toillet at a club, two times, I ripped her panties.. and she just vagually remmebers. but only because her panties were stretched.
while she had completly given herself... she likes to kiss girls also when she is in a party mood, and also doenst remember the next day....Whens she is finally sleeping, I carefully undress her, feel her up, and sometimes I stretch her pussy very slowly and carefull with slight too much fingers, just to see how much she can hold.lately also anal... she is open minded to it, the idea. but she complains it hurts too much. we had anal sex three times, and only when she is slightly drunk or overexcited. maybe working her when she has passed out will help. Altthoug I feel bad or have remorse about it, that I do this.. she is so sweet and cute.

looking to correspond with a full figured female sexual freak junkie bitch in cali north of Sac. must have no morals no shame no remorse and love to talk about her nastiest fanatasies while we cam and get off together. looking for my fucked up twisted soul mate from the pits of hell. i know you're out there somewhere

I really wanted to fuck my grandma once.

I always was a little bit curious how is it with older, experienced woman. Last year my grandma turned 65. Shes hubby brunette with big boobs and round ass, without any man in her life for last 6 years. She looks like she could be my mom. I never seen her as a women I want to get, but I can't deny - we had some kind of magicial connection. I love her in the way human loves the closest person in family. And I know she love me too and she's pround of me. She's also very open to me. When I was young my parents wasn't ready to talk with me about sex, girls and guide me somehow. But my grandma was. And she always speaked the truth: about girls, about sex, even about her experiences.

It was winter and I came to visit her. I wanted to help preparing for Christmas, talk about changes in my life, new job and so on. We lost count of time and drank a lot of fruit liqueur. We had a long talk about my relationships, my conclusions about life, girs, sex and creating my own future. She shared her own stories and clonclusions too. She told me some things, she never told me before - like for example, that she had threesome once, she liked to kiss girls, when she was younger and she had fuck-friends relation with some guy and she enjoyed it like never before. And she told me, that she mostly liked, how he fucked her in public places. "With passion", she said.
It was late and my bus ran away. I just wanted to call taxi, when my grandma sugested me to stay for night. She have one bed, but we slept together thousands of times so I accepted her offer.

I went to take a bath. For whole visit in shower I could not stop thinking about what she said. I imagined, how that guy fucked her like a piece of slut. I had instant remorse, because it turned me on like crazy. My dick erected so hard, I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to touch her too. I felt bad.

I had no clothes for sleep, so I stayed in boxers and t-shirt. I wanted to hide my erection, holding clothes in my hands, but I think it cound not work. My grandma went to take bath, leaving me on the bed with all these thoughts. When she left, she was topless. She forgot her sleeping shirt. It shouldn't be big deal. I saw her naked before. But today it was a deal. I wanted to come closer and play with these big boobs. She have big, ligh pink nipples. I love these. I wanted to suck 'em immediately. Have them in my mouth. Play with my tongue and watch, how they get bigger.

We turned off the light and went to bed. We again started talking. Topics got hotter. I asked her, if she likes to give head. "Only if it tastes good and is big enough", she answered with smile. She asked me, how I like to do it with girls. I answered that I like them from behind. I wanted to sound manly, but I'm sure I didn't. My voice broken down a couple of times.

I saw her nipples by the shirt. They got bigger. They was ready to taste them. She liked the way we talk and I knew it.

It was cold a little bit. We hugged. I know, she felt my erection. She wasn't even suprised, when her leg found my hard cock. I wanted to pull it out, put it on her hand and watch, what gonna happen. My grandma wanted to act like nothing happened, but her breath told me everything. She wanted to pull me closer.

I put my hand on her back. I wanted to get lower - to her juicy ass. But I was scared, about what happens. I felt, that we moving flowly. I felt so bad and I wanted it so badly...

Our bodies were moving. It is hard to describe, but it is like dancing. Hands were moving, but very, very slow. We obviously wanted to act naturally... like nothing happens. Our lips was very, very close, but then... We did nothing. We got frozen. I desperately wanted her to move. To stop it. To kiss me and start touching each other. In my mind i found milion places on her body I wanted to put my hand on. I stopped breathing, waiting for that moment, but it never happened.

Then she put her hand on my hip just for moment - dangerously close to my cock - and turned to the other side. I got closer and felt her ass toughing my dick. I was holding my hand "naturally" hugging her on breast level. I felt her nipples. I was breathing in her ear.

We started moving a little bit and i felt, how mu dick rubb her pussy. I don't remember so much. Momentally i felt bad, bad one thing i remember clearly - she was totally wet.

We didn't anything this night and any other. We don't see each other as often as we used to.
We both know.
It is hard for me and I don't know, how to handle it. Sometimes I still think about that night - like today - and I would like to live it once again. But other days - I can't think about her at all.
We didn't talked about it. We act like it's cool, but it isn't.
I confused about my feelings about it all.

I just had my dick sucked by a hot ass mexican chick, i wore a condom and ate her sweet ass. Im feeling remorse cuz I'm engaged but I played it safe right?

Short Story: The Exploitation of Joan
Image via AI Art Stable Diffusion

She was being crushed under the weight of his hairy fat gut, pressing into her soft fragile body. Joan gasped for breath as his large hand gripped her neck. She gasped and gagged feeling him pumping his member deep inside her, his whisky breath wafting up her nostrils at whatever oxygen she struggled to inhale. Her petite breasts protruded under his barrel chest as he slammed into her. Her long slender legs were pinned open as he pounded her little frame of a body. With each thrust it was harder to breath. His bearded face was itchy on her soft pale skin, reddening it with irritation. He let go of her neck, and quickly bit into her neck, she could feel his teeth sinking in and she let out a gasp. She inhaled, and gulped in as much air as she could and coughed. With each cough she could feel her muscles tighten around his invading cock that was decimating her womb.

She could feel the tip of his thick cock slam into her cervix, and she squealed in pain. The pain of her vaginal walls being stretched almost made her pass out as he fucked her with no remorse. One of his giant paws grabbed on to one of her petite breasts, squeezing tightly. His bearded mouth was upon her lips and his tongue forcefully opened her mouth. She could taste his stale putrid breath as his tongue slid on to hers. His tongue penetrated deep inside of her mouth. Grunting with every pump into her small frame, her body was jolted by each and every painful thrust inside her. His mouth pulled away from her lips, and he focused on a perky breast, biting down, sucking as his hairy obese belly pinned her underneath. He tensed up, she could feel the girth of his cock expanding inside her, pushing the walls of her tight vagina outward. His hand gripped her neck and he stopped sucking on her nipple, but was now looking into her eyes. He grunted loudly and she felt his large cock pulsating deep within her. Her pussy was on fire, as if a volcano was erupting inside her. She could feel his hot white cum dripping out of her as he continued to pump in a seemingly never ending orgasm. She winced in pain as her pussy burned from being stretched so much from the friction of such a large cock. He collapsed on top of her, grunting. Again she struggled to breath, and patted him on his hairy back.

“Hey…” she whispered.
“Hmmm,” he grunted and rolled off of her.
She stood up and cum ran down her leg. Joan shook her head because she really hated taking the morning after pill, but she couldn’t afford to get birth control. There were no free women’s clinics around her area. Joan walked over to the nightstand and recounted the money that was on it. $600, he must have given her a tip for not using a condom – not like she really had a choice in the matter. The man stirred, and she turned towards him. He was looking up at her grinning, admiring her body.
“That was some good ass pussy, girl. Makin mama proud I’m sure!” He had a southern drawl.
Joan didn’t say a word, but leaned down and grabbed her panties off the floor.

“Alright little lady, I get the hint,” he grunted as he got up off the bed, reaching for his pants. He pulled out his wallet, looked inside, “Well ya didn’t steal anything, here’s another $200 for being a good girl, a good little slut. You keep that pussy of yours in tip top shape ok? Daddy’s gonna want more.”
“Yes sir,” she murmured. Her muscles hurt, her pussy hurt, and her neck throbbed in pain. She looked down at her breast and it was bruised, and had a hickey. She would need time to heal before accepting other clients. She sat down on the bed and slipped on her favorite black miniskirt, then picked up her red laced top and pulled it over her small tits.

“Yer not a talkative one,” he noted, “I like that. Bitches who talk too much annoy me, well, gotta head home to the cunt I married. Hopefully I’ll see you again. Here is my number.”

He handed her a business card and quickly put his shirt on. Not even looking back to her, he opened the door to the room and left.

“No fucking way I’m going through that again. Fuck,” she said to herself. She stood up and winced in pain. She walked over to the room’s safe which was hidden in a closet and used the combination to open it. Her purse was inside, as was her phone.

She looked through the various text messages on her phone and noticed one from her stepbrother.

“I know what you have been doing, you little whore,” the text read.
Her face was flush with anger, “motherfucking asshole,” she said as she dialed his number.
“Hello?” He politely asked.
“Fuck off, who do you think you are?”
“Just a guy who is gonna tell your mom your little secret… unless…”
“UNLESS WHAT?” Joan fumed, yelling into the phone.
“Unless you let me get some of that…” he said calmly.
“Listen dickhead, I don’t know what you’re talking about – what secret? Go ahead, you’re disgusting.”
Her step brother was a bit older than she was, he was 26, and she just turned 21.
“I’ve got proof. One of my buddies fucked you, and took video of it. Hidden video, here I’ll send you a screenshot, hold on…” he scrolled through his phone and sent her a screenshot of her kneeling on the floor of a hotel room, with a man’s cock in her mouth.
Her heart nearly stopped.
“I’ve always had a thing for you, Joan… your choice” he said.
(to be continued?)

Seeking a full-time personal assistant and companion, to serve the dark side at the highest level

I will become responsible for a special project carried out worldwide at the top level of theistic satanism. This makes it necessary for me to have a full-time companion , as my personal assistent for various duties, mainly in converting key figures to satanism. I am therefore searching for a dedicated companion. This is not just a partnership; it’s a complete devotion to a lifestyle steeped in freedom, exploration, and ultimate submission, where lust prevails and laws are flexibel.
It will not be easy, at least not most of the times. Your role will be very demanding, but it is also extremely rewarding. You will be in the known and have every opportunity to experience the reward of following the dark path and letting lust prevail without remorse

Age, Background and Availability:
You must be over 35 and available full-time. You have Dutch, Belgium, German or Romanian nationality and no restrictions for travelling e.g. due to past convictions . You have a valid driving license and have had one for at least the last five years. You should not have any dependencies—no children or obligations that would interfere with our life together. Your life before this commitment will become irrelevant, a memory and I want to emphasise that you should have no obligations to anyone. You must be willing to live with me, where you will be respected, but have to be submissive and comply with every request, always, no exception. No is not an option when told to do something. You have no conscious, no empathy, no remorse and preferably are a functional psychopath. Education at bachelor level or higher. Fluent in English. Ideally, you should have some familiarity with theistic Satanism or a willingness to convert, preferably from a baptized roman catholic or orthodox cristian background. You will have to converted if not already a satanist, if you are already a theistic satanist you know what to send in, if not please describe why you would want to be a statist, how you think about christianity.

Sexual Experience:
A history of sexual promiscuity and comfort with anal sex and gangbang scenarios is essential. You should have Chemsex experience with stimulants, preferably slamming, but I am looking for someone without problematic use.You will engage with multiple partners as part of our lifestyle. Al intercourse will be anal. We will record videos for instruction and you must be comfortabel to have sex in public places and churches. You should have no shame whatsoever. If you are on the shortlist of candidas this will have to be proven by letting me fuck you in a crowded place. You wil, have sex when told, with whomever I demand. You will function as a cum collector after which I will savour the cum directly from your ass, which I shall worship and will be my temple. It will be all about your ass, not your pussy, nor your dick if you have one and your looks are irrelevant, although you have to be passable as a woman in public places, because of our mission. You must have tits, not that I care but they are essential for the mission, if you don’t have tits you will have to undergo surgery at our costs, after about a year of service.
Because it is essential I repeat: You can be cis, trans, a sissy, or a crossdresser, but you must be passable as female. A photo showcasing your assets is required. Do not react if not passable in dim lightning, it is essential for your tasks. In that respect a cis woman would be ideal, but I doubt I will be able live with a cis woman, as much as as I Iike feminity, but there have in the past been very few German and Romanian women that could have been a fit. If you are a pre menopausal cis woman we will block your menstruation.

Please respond by June 15. After that date, I will contact the candidates I’m interested in for a personal interview. If you believe you can fully commit to this lifestyle and meet the criteria, I look forward to your reaction. But before you write think twice and be sure that you fully understand what is asked from you.

This is a one-way journey—once you step into this life, there’s no turning back.

This lifestyle is not for the faint of heart. You must not judge lightly and be prepared to think deeply about your decision. It’s a rewarding but intensive commitment for life, as you’ll be actively involved in converting others to our beliefs. you will be treated with respect, but obedience is non-negotiable. Your role will involve worship, particularly of your physical form, and you will be expected to fulfil tasks such as groceries, meal preparation, and welcoming guests. You will not be one off the regular sluts that fuck for Satan, but my right hand, temple and companion, functioning at the top-level.

goddamn, fuck Jesus, expel the holy spirit
Hail Satan, Hail Satan, Hail Satan

today I confess that I really like to take nudes of my friend's wife.

She has huge tits and she always shows them to me whenever I want.

What do you think, am I a bastard for enjoying my friend's wife or should I fuck her without remorse?

I never met my mother. I was raised by my aunt ( dad's older sister ) since I was a baby. My aunt was a kind and matronly Mexican woman. Her daughters plump and swd a connecteet like their mother. I guess that's why I've always loved the bbw voluptuous form. To me id at inspires the most animalistic lust every time I watch a a woman with a wide ass and full heavy tits walk by.
My aunt only met my mother once and she told me I was half white... Though you could never tell since I'm dark complected. I've always fantasized that my mom was a cute curvy blonde with a fat ass and ample bosom. I guess my ideal woman was a bbw like my aunt and cousins but fair haired with light eyes...it's definitely my type.
Fast forward to my life now , I live in an RV at a campsite for retirees and vacationing Midwesterners. After my time fighting in Afghanistan I developed quite the money on my back, and found myself unable to put down roots anywhere very long.
I met a fellow dragon chaser at the communal showers and agreed to help sort us out ...
Stacy is 15 years my senior and everything I find sexy. We fixed up in my RV and she had me inject her shot leaning forward oblivious to her nipple partially peeking out of her top. Once the door was in her an she opened her dreamy blue eyes to see my erection tenting my slacks. Before I could even be embarrassed she took hold of it through my pants and fell to her knees. She pulled the rest of her heavy tits out and proceeded to blow me better than any woman before. Like we were made of the same desires...we be came junkie lovers...not knowing that we have been more connected than either of us ever knew.
I had sensed a familiarity with her since the moment we first spoke.. After learning each other's pasts come to find out... she's the white girl my dad knocked up in high school..my long lost mom!
Having already been lovers, we had a very short moment of remorse, but already in love , the gravity of our taboo relationship became an intense turn on and we can't get enough of one another.. would u?

i confess i just recently broke up with my husband but I have been fucking other people the whole time we have been married... other married guys, guys that thought i was single, guys i actually pretended to date, most recently i fucked a guy in the parking lot of a walmart that i met on craigslist & a few weeks later my best friends brother. he doesn't know any of this but now that our relationship is over i want to tell him just because. i have absolutely no remorse about any of it... i even want to sleep with his best friend before i leave the state but cant see a way to get to him now. i am already planning on the guys i want to fuck when i get out of here...my exhusband was so boring i even asked for anal and he would not do it loser! i have fantasies about being raped and liking it and i constantly want to have sex with random strangers and never talk to them again.

Last night I had a dream that this 8th grade girl I know was giving me a lap dance and jerking me off. I'm 22 years old. When I woke up I was so horny I just had to masturbate to the thought of this dream. Afterwards I had severe fappers remorse. I feel dirty. But should I? Everything went on inside of my head, I didn't hurt anyone.

pedos usually have multiple victims, and show no remorse in court. how can they rape so much and not care?

I had anal sex only once in my life, and I still remember it, every detail of it, till this day.

We were graduating hs, so, legal of age, and she was the girl everyone lusted for. Tall, very beautiful, dark hair, top girl in the school. I was dating her cousin, who was also kind of hot, but not on her level. It was prom night, and, little detour here, in Europe we don't do these like in the US, prom night is for the graduates only, and you can come with another graduate as your date. So I asked her, since I knew her, we were kind of friends, and my gf, her cousin, was at the entrance of the hotel, where friends and family gather to clap and cheer for the graduate couples going into their first "grand" party of their lives.

I was all over her, all night long, dancing with her, feeling her up, and she didn't object. We drank a lot, and at the end of the evening, we all went out, to go crazy on the streets. After some time, we got to a secluded spot, and started kissing. I wanted more, but she was reluctant, she said that even this is too much, that it is a betrayal of her cousin, that she made a mistake, that she hates me since I never told her how I feel before going out with her cousin, since she was into me, for years. And that was it.

Afterwards, my gf called me, angry as hell. She confessed to her, and all hell broke loose, even some punches were exchanged, and nothing good came of it. Two month later, I moved to a city, for uni, and all I knew is that she moved to a different city.

She did text me soon after, and we renewed our contact. She obviously wanted me, but she was still reluctant, and, after almost three months of going back and forth, she invited me to come see her.

So I did. We got out, and she was wearing one of those tartan skirts, with pantyhose underneath, and we ended at her place, with her room mate in the other room, drunk and horny. We ended up on the bed, and I pulled her nylons down, and just went to town, from the spooning position.

She was ready, she was wet, she looked amazing, and, with one of the thrusts, I missed a little, and pressed against her ass. Got back in the pussy, and next time, I did it on purpose. I backed up a little, and, seemingly clumsy, tried to go back in, but I went to the place I wanted to be, slowly at first. She moaned really loud, but didn't protest, so I continued.

At that point, that was the highlight of my life, ass fucking the hottest girl from school, and the best part is, when I am drunk, I can go for days.

After few minutes, I started going faster, and deeper, and harder, and it ended up as a 20 something minute hard, anal session, while she screamed from pleasure.

We had sex three more times that weekend, and when I got back to uni, I thought I found a woman of my life. Only I didn't.

She told me she just can't do it, since her cousin, what are the odds, reached back to her, two days after I left, and she can't blow that opportunity, since they were very close.

I still think, that that wasn't the case, that my lust, and that night of anal, made her second guess me as a choice, even though she clearly enjoyed it.

And no, I never felt remorse for how it went, I would trade that one night of sex with her, for the sum of all my sexual experiences, it was that good.

I confess that I've been cheating on my gf since I entered college. I love her but honestly I don't feel any remorse. And how can I resist if this bitch lets me fuck her whenever I want?

I cheated on my wife, for the first time, after almost 20 years of marriage.

I thought about it for quite some time, but never had the guts. Our sex life has been horrid for almost a decade, so I had my fair share of patience. Finally, when an opportunity presented itself, my body just acted.

I cheated on her with my colleague, one might say, a "work wife". She is a lovely woman, few years younger than me, yet still beautiful, with a very nice appearance. I caught her signals before, she has always been the flirty one, and even though it did wonders for my confidence, I read that as a game ,a joke, nothing more.

As these things often tend to be, it turned out as a total cliche - a seminar, out of town. We had our separate rooms, but ended up in hers. She is really into me, because, she kissed me, and licked me in the places my wife hasn't touched for ages. She was so wet, once I got inside, and she came so fast, and so loud, that I was just overwhelmed by all of this. When I pulled out, and slapped her other hole with my head, she reached back with her hands, to spread herself, and invite me in. My wife would never do this for me, so I didn't last long. When I pulled out, ready to explode, she turned around and offered me her tits, and I am not joking, I came like a horse.

I felt great deal of remorse, afterwards, told her that this was a mistake. She was ok with it, but soon as I got back home, my wife reminded me why I did this in the first place.

So I will do it again, and again. And if she will have me, I will leave my wife for good.

She feels no remorse!! 

I confess last night I held a billionaire's heiress down by the throat and choked her while I fucked the shit out of her. She wouldn't tell me how old she was but she had massive tits and the most amazing tongue I've ever seen. Got her number, exchanged a few texts, almost went right back and fucked her again and will definitely see her again. I stole five pairs of her panties and I'm just about to cum in one now. I'm a little conflicted, because I'm rampantly in love with my girlfriend, but I have no remorse for this deed. I just fucking love sluts, what can I say?

Sorry for any typos, haven't slept in 30 hours.

Fuck fags with no remorse.

I am looking for as many opinions as possible, from anyone. I am not a police officer nor do I have any connections to law enforcement or any governmental agency. I am a private citizen doing research on a subject. I am not here to judge you, sting you, rat on you, whatever. I don't care if you are a sex offender, someone with fantasies, or someone who is completely against the taboos discussed in this topic. I am a former student in Criminology (the study of criminal behavior). My younger brother is a convicted sex offender, sentenced to spend at least another 15 years (his offense was non-violent, and there was no actual victim involved- he was surfing chat rooms for adult porn. Another user sent him a hard drives worth of old that flooded his whole comp with viruses that caused a whole bunch more old to come in automatically. The perp also attached viruses that took screenshots of the hard drive, including credit information, then ripped my brother off while he was in prison. One of the old files had an attachment courtesy of the FBI that ended up screwing him). Due to his case, I took an interest in so called "sexual deviants" and the studying of paraphilias. For one assignment, I had to choose an offender to interview. The instructor put up a list in the class with no information, just a number. At the end of the class, the number we chose from the list was the number file the instructor gave to us. That way, we did not know anything about the offender we were to interview prior to us choosing the case (I guess this way those that were squeamish could not avoid the assignment, and those that were way too interested in the subject could not choose a specific offender they were interested in. We had to work the case, no matter what. My subject seemed to be rather normal- he was a former intern for a doctors office that treated convicted sex offenders and broken families that had been hurt through domestic violence, rape, pedophilia, molestation, etc. During his employment, it was discovered he was stealing case files from the office and using them as masturbatory materials. After several months of lifting files from the office and fantasizing, he decided to act on the fantasy. He began dating a woman with young toddler age children, and gain their trust. One day while his girlfriend was at work, he hit her two year old daughter so hard that her brain severed itself from the spinal cord due to severe whiplash. She remained the rest of her life on life support in a hospital in a coma, as a vegetable due to this. Her mother finally took her off life support at age 4. During his incarceration, the subject was diagnosed with a brain tumor that had been growing in him since he was a teenager, and had it removed. After the removal, his urges seemed to subside for awhile. But after several months, he found himself masturbating in his prison cell to the same violent fantasies as before. Concerned the tumor came back, he went in for an emergency checkup. The doctors saw no return of the cancer, and no other neurological abnormalities in the brains function, and all chemical levels seemed to be balanced. Intrigued by this, I began doing background on the subject. He lived a normal childhood, in a normal middle class family. He was a a B average student all through school, had normal relationships and friendships with peoeple in his own age group, and had no sign of severe mental illness traits in either him or his family. Aside from his conviction and sexual urges, there was nothing in his environmental or physiological traits/background that would point to his reason for these desires other than the brain tumor. I discussed my subject with a neurologist who said the tumor could have changed the chemistry of the brain, but due to current scientific limitations, this isn't showing on any modern test. A sex therapist I went to for a professional opinion saaid that though the tumor caused the imbalance and urges to begin with, the reason she believes the urges continue is due to the fact that his sexuality was de-sensitized during his experience, and this is the only way he knows and is attracted to in order to orgasm. He does truly feel remorse for what he did, and most likely will not offend again if he can maintain the minimal self control he demonstrates by keeping his fantasies as fantasies and not trying to make them reality, while continuing therapy and treatment.

When asked what he thinks of during masturbation, he began recalling the case files he stole from his previous job: the man who tied his wife to a chair in the kitchen, then called their young 1 year old toddler in the room and began beating her while the mother was forced to watch. The mother/father team who beat, molested, and eventually began a full incest relationship (including a so-called marriage ceremony when one of the girls had her first period, and the father took the daughter into a pedophilic polygamous relationship- the girl was 11) all 4 of their children since before they could walk, and were not caught until the oldest child was in her mid-20s. The other mother/father rape team- a young woman (age 24) would masturbate while watching/video recording her husband (age 27) with their daughter (age 4) beating, slapping, pulling hair, choking, throwing, and twisting/locking her joints to the point of severe pain. They apparently also filmed several child rape videos with the child. I compared cases with another student in the class- her subject was found to be in a pedophilic incestuous relationship with his 7 year old daughter. He started with her when she was barely a newborn, performing oral on her, and masturbating/ejaculating on her. When she was 2, he sodomized her for the first time, and this activity continued until he was arrested. By the time she was 3, she was performing oral sex on him. When she was 7, he raped her vaginally. During school the next day, she went to the nurse with severe stomach pains. When the nurse was examining her, she noticed a large amount of spotted blood near the childs crotch area, and had the girl admitted to a hospital. That is when the sexual abuse was discovered, and the investigation began. When interviewed in prison, he showed no remorse, guilt, or shame in what he had done, claiming that he loves his daughter in the same way a man loves his wife, and believed he was showing acts of love whenever he touched or had intercourse with the child. His background is not unusual for someone who displays this type of behavior- rough childhood, parents who abused alcohol and drugs, physically abusive father who left the family for a stripper when subject was 9. His mother eventually abandoned him at age 15 on the street, since him living at home meant she couldn't afford her drug habit. He was in and out of jail as a teenager, and was raped at 13 by an older cell mate. The girl he was convicted of abusing was mothered by a prostitute the subject was dating, and has since improved her life as a healthy and happy young adult who runs support groups, and an inspirational speaker who specializes in abused women and children.

I am not here to pass judgement, support any viewpoint or suggestion, and am looking to remain completely neutral regarding any of this. I am mainly looking at it from a scientific point of view, and have a few curiosities on the subject.
Since my class, I have had the same questions mulling around my head, so I figured I would bring them to a board where I can find what seems to be a large variety of people (both those attracted to children, and otherwise):
1. How do you feel about the idea of a relationship with a child being sexual?
2. If you are sexually attracted to children, how do you define your attraction? Is it based out of power and control? Do you feel you are loving the child?
3. What is your take on offenders whose actions were less sexual and more violent? (IE, offenders who receive sexual satisfaction or fantasy out of watching women/children be hit, cry, or abused)
4. Do you have fantasies of violence, or love when it comes to children?
5. Are the children yours, or someone elses?
6. Do you have anything in your background that would influence your opinion? If so, what?
7. Do you feel modern day society has a large influence on your decision? Follow up question- how much sex and violence have you been exposed to throughout your life? (movies, magazines, games, books, interests, etc)

Thank you for reading my study, and any answers are appreciated.

I have been unhappy in love, ever since I started dating. Married young, at 19, and that didn't last, so I got married again, and, well, at 25, I was a double divorcee. I had my fair share of men, interested in me, even though I was never pretty, nor especially attractive, but I guess my petite build and blonde hair had men going. Then, 30's came along, and I became more and more lonely, with strings of meaningless relationships that didn't last. Loneliness, that was the reason I ended up here, among other things.

Coming close to my 40th, I became sex starved, men were getting worse, and I ended up with a guy, who is not my type, not at all. I like dominant men, he is so submissive, that I often felt sorry for him. I am petite, but I always loved tall, strong men, he is short, with thin little arms, and narrow shoulders, wearing glasses and dressing like his mamma bought his clothes, even though he is older than me.

The sex was there, but it was like there ain't any. I did my best to make something of it, but the only thing he was good at, to some point, was the oral, while everything else was far bellow anything I ever experienced. So I introduced him to this little secret world of motherless, and some other places, in hopes it will lift us both up. He loved the idea, but was pretty closed to sharing anything specific, while we roamed through here, but after a while, I caught him taking interest in the idea of sharing me, online.

I wasn't up for it, but we spoke of it, and it was the idea of other men wanting me. I hinted something like, "that is just a fantasy, you would never let other man touch me", but his response, or better lack of it, made it clear where his thoughts were.

Once we cleared that up, we started looking for someone, and that is not an easy task. Our sex life did improve, from just the thought of it happening, and for a while, I thought that will be it, a nice little fantasy to warm us up, but nothing more. Yet, he was very pushy, and became even more and more, that we finally found a guy through a local hook up site. He was 25, looking handsome on the photos he sent us, and we met up at a coffee shop, during the day, to avoid any foul play.

Well, he lied about his age. He looked so young, that we had to ask for his ID. 18. Like a twig. But he was almost begging us to give him a chance.

And we did, we set up a meeting at my place. I wasn't sure which one of them was more scared, but after a few drinks, we all started feeling better (Europe, drinking is legal at 18).

He told us he had experience, but I sincerely doubted it, at first. I had to take the lead, and hop on him, in the bed, mount him in my short, tartan skirt. Even though he had a condom on, it was obvious he was struggling not to cum. He wasn't touching me, I exposed my breasts, and pushed them in his face, and he would shyly lick the nipples a few times, then moving his head to the side, with his eyes closed, trying to keep up.

I don't know what it was, maybe the sex starvation, or the fact that this handsome young man, twice younger than me, found me so iressistable, that he had to fight his body not to cum, but all together, gave me a big, loud orgasm. Through it, I hear my bf moan, and after I was done, I turned around, only to see him all messed up, sitting there, like a proper loser.

It was over, soon afterwards. My young lover mounted me, had a few hard thrusts, while holding my breasts, and that was it, he was done.

I felt good about it, after it was done, and even tomorrow, I felt no remorse. I was happy for my young lover, I could see he had the time of his life, but my bf...

The image of him, covered in his own cum, on that chair, with his eyes rolled out... Pathetic.

So I ended it.

I wanted to contact my lover, but the holidays came and went, and two days ago, I finally did. Will meet him next week.

Finally, something exciting is going to happen.

I am 38, married with kids, and in a cuckold relationship.

I do not even know how to explain the way it happened, so I will be as concise as possible. Our marriage was in lots of trouble, and I was ready to leave him, when he suggested "something" that might spice things up.

I thought it was some kind of a trap, but when he showed me this place, and the extent of his research on the subject, I kind of went with it, without thinking anything would really ever happen. It did reignite our non existent sex life, and I thought, maybe he does deserve a second chance.

Then he suggested one of his friends as a bull. I was shocked. How would he even talk to him about it. But he is hot, I had a thought or two about how handsome he is, even before this idea came up, and, at that point, my husband was the most pathetic human being on earth, and I decided to divorce him, again.

In my anger, I said yes, reasoning like - if it is all over, I might as well go out with a bang.

I felt great deal of remorse, when the night came, but soon as he showed up, with his commanding presence, everything changed.

Sex was amazing, so amazing, that I forgot my husband was there. So I said to myself - maybe one more time, before I go...

This June, it will be four years since we started doing this, and it just got better in time. He got rougher, stopped using condoms, and it is getting more and more degrading, and, we all have some things hidden inside of us, but I never guessed mine was liking this kind of stuff.

I am an ugly woman, I have been that way all of my life, and I had a few man blowing off steam with me, but never at this level.

Slapping, spitting, hair pulling, name calling, and lately, he is demeaning to him too. He once asked him to "look at his whore wife" while cumming on my face. The other time, he told him, "he is gonna make him cry, when he sees what he will do to the mother of his children".

Obviously, this whole thing made me lose any remaining crumbs of respect I had for my husband, and myself, actually, and I am just waiting for this to play out, as soon as it does, I am off.

Why am I still here, you might ask? Because, if this wasn't a thing, and so taboo, a man like him wouldn't even give me a second glance. It might sound superficial, but all of this is. And that is it.