Ok so this is my first post, and by the seems of things a bit of a lame one I will admit. I've been a ML addict for quite a while, uploaded a few images & videos of other peoples stuff and made a few gallerys of stuff I love, but never put anything up that was actually personal.

I've been with a girl (Lisa) since Uni, for just over 7 years. She's really a great girl who I have semi moved in with, it's my place and she stays over most weeks. I live in a small part of a quiet country but I'm from a large town. She's a country girl who's quite shy but made the first move on me back when we started, and from that point on things were great. 2 years in and after moving into a new place at uni a new girl, Jemma, moved in, and after a few months we had a serious affair (even to the point where she'd let me fuck her anally without any concerns. All the time I stayed with Lisa, and I felt bad for cheating on her like that, but I couldn't help myself for wanting Jemma. I moved back home from uni, and cut things off with Jemma after Lisa broke things off with me. I made the big effort and made a declaration to Lisa that I wanted to stay with her and meant to marry her. That was 4/5 years ago, and I stayed faithful as I wanted things to work out. I moved back to the opposite side of the country to be with her, and took a job down here to be with her.

About 2 months after taking this job I met a girl (Kerry) who used to have my job (running a bar/ hotel) before she went away travelling. She came back to start working while she decided on her next step in life, and the first time I met her I was having a meal there with Lisa. She walked over to me to ask for help with some problem they were having, and my jaw dropped. This Kerry was stunning. I dropped the meal with my GF to help Kerry out with this problem, and was instantly drawn to her. We spent 2 years working alongside each other, flirty banter rolling off our lips like there was no tomorrow and no consequences. The beauty of it being at work was that Lisa was never there to see it. Nothing ever happened between us, and Kerry took a job working on 5* international cruise liners. She'd be away for 4 months at a time, and back for 2 months or so. I never felt anything for Kerry beyond a severe lust towards her flesh, but whenever I was with Lisa it just disappeared because I love Lisa enough.

Lisa is that sort of girl that is lovely, seriously homely, and has never really moved away from her family farm. She has an awful habit of dragging me down a bit with little remarks about things I like or want to do, by simply disapproving of it, not that I really pay any attention to her protests but I still hear them. I know her whole family (after 7 years not suprising, since I lived with her immediate family for a year when I first started my new job), and they all love me.

Kerry came back some time last year, and left early September and it was like she'd never been away. We went straight back into the flirting, but working in hospitality you sort of expect that behaviour, and she's got that flirty personality that I just passed it off as her being herself. One night after she finished and sat drinking at the bar I drove her home, and when she went to kiss me goodnight on the cheek she tried to kiss me. I wanted Kerry to kiss me, but out of some sense of honour I stopped it, and told her that it was because of Lisa that it couldn't happen. She got out of the car accepting this, and I didn't see her again properly until about 4 months ago when she came home on an extended leave.

I came back to work after 4 weeks off, and she was back there. Same Kerry as always, and damned near every male in the village telling me how stunning she is, like I needed any reminder! We were back to the flirting, the occaisional innocent touch as we passed behind each other but nothing untoward. She refused to give me a goodnight kiss on the cheek when I took her home, until one night I called her up on it. From then on she'd ask for a lift home, kiss me goodnight and that would be that... We had our laughs, and we get on like such a goddamned house on fire that I felt like we were back to how we were early last year. We even played a joke on a customer, telling him that we had gotten engaged, and that I'd proposed to her in the supermarket. She made the whole story up herself, and all I had to do was go along with it. That night we had a few drinks behind the bar, and since I'd had too much to drive she told me in no uncertain terms that I would be staying at hers, in the spare room. We snook back into hers, she went to kiss me goodnight on the cheek as usual, and I felt her almost trying to kiss me again. I ignored it and went to sleep in the spare room as I didn't want to get back into that situation again (I didn't even know at this point if she'd remembered what she'd done last year).

Then last friday night happened. Now bear in mind, Kerry has haunted my thoughts since that first kiss. I dwelt on that attempted kiss, even until that Friday. Kerry and I were working behind the bar, she had a few drinks more than me and I took her home as per usual. We got outside her house and we went for the usual peck on the cheek and again she goes to kiss me. Now being as crazy about Kerry as I am, and after kicking myself for nearly a year about not accepting the last kiss I uttered "For fucks sake..." and kissed her back. After a half hour of making out, me taking her clothes off and winding up rubbing her clit through her panties she stopped me, and it got a little awkward. She told me it couldn't happen as I was "smitten" with Lisa, and that she had felt like such a fool for trying to kiss me the first time. Also that she had liked me back then, and after the liquid courage had tried to kiss me because of that. I told her that I had made my bed and that I supposed I ought to lie in it (with Lisa). She reminded me that I'm only 27, and we had a stilted sort of conversation, with her getting out of the car telling me that I needed to sort my shit out and not just for her sake.

I got back to my house with Lisa in bed at about 5am, with her all lined up to hostess my family around the area for the weekend. I spent all weekend with her slightly grumpy for no apparent reason to her, though it was really because I didn't know what the hell to make of the Friday night/ Saturday morning. This girl I had tried to convince myself that I didn't want had made another move on me, and I simply couldn't stop myself a second time... She's THAT hot! Lisa took my infernal family out for the weekend and did her best to take care of them, all the time I'm wishing to see Kerry again.

Tuesday comes around and Lisa decides that she's going back to the farm for the week as she needs to catch up on the work she's missed. Her self confidence is low in general, and I know she would be beyond distraught if she had any idea of what had happened Friday night, never mind the ensuing Tuesday night.

Kerry had arranged to have a few leaving drinks on the Tuesday night, as she was going away to a wedding today. One of my absolute best friends Barry was invited, though by a circumstance I wound up back at work on my own so they all came into my bar to be around me. Kerry, her sister, a friend of hers and another girl from work. Barry I know has a big thing for Kerry, as has most of the male population of the village. All of them sat the other side of the bar with Barry having a great laugh, but me with eyes only for Kerry. It got to 1am and I closed the bar, Kerry a total clusterfuck with drink after doing a few body shots off the other girl from work and a couple off me.

I went downstairs to cash up for the night, Kerry comes down to ask if she can have another round of shots even though we're after the license. I tell her of course she can, we chat a while before she says to me "Ok, so I'm going to go back upstairs because I want to kiss you right now, and it's bad". I tell her "Sometimes people do bad things" and she walks right over, sits on my lap and kisses the hell out of me. I've had enough of fighting the urge to get my hands on her and went back for her. I'm half watching the CCTV cameras to make sure no-one comes downstairs to catch us, and proceed to heat things up a bit. I eventually stop her, tell her to get her ass back upstairs and pour that round of shots out before some-one suspects something. She goes back up, I finish off cashing up and she's back downstairs for another bottle just as I'm putting the nights takings in the safe. I grab her again and kiss her, which she tells me "You think this is a game, but it won't last", and after a short making out she goes back upstairs.
I get upstairs, she leads me out the back of the bar out of sight and starts making out with me again, obviously I have no compunction about it by now and am eager just to get my hands on her.

Eventually we get everybody out for gone 2am, and I am told I'm giving her a lift home, to which we get in the car and we're instantly back on each other. We go for a drive and wind up out in the middle of nowhere, parked up in a layby on a tiny little country lane. We start talking about what happened, and how she's irritated that I have a GF, but that I kissed her. She tries to tell me that I must've known she's liked me for such a long time. I tell her that I couldn't have known as she seems to be like that with everyone, and that until she tried to kiss me on the Friday night I didn't know if it was just the alcohol that was what had made her try to kiss me the first time. She understood that, and we talked about how she had wanted me for such a long time, but thought herself such a fool for trying to kiss me the first time. She then told me that she's never really had a relationship with anyone as she has people she fucks, and people she likes, and never the twain shall meet. Until me. She really likes me for myself, my personality and the way we just suit each other, and obviously in a sexual way. I tell her about how much I've wanted her since I first laid eyes upon her. We talk then about her personality, as she likes new toys all the time; new gadgets, new clothes, new stuff all the time. I wanted to know whether it was just the thrill of a new thing, and that once played with and done with that it goes back on the shelf and is never wanted again, as that's what I don't want to become. She tells me she's not even sure if that's what it is, compounded by the fact that I belong to someone else and that I'm supposed to be unobtainable, but also that she wants more than anything to be with me. She also says that she intends to spend the remainder of the next 10 years working on Cruise ships.
She then says that she's not sure if I'm essentially just an itch that she has to scratch and that it would get me out of her system. I tell her "There's only one way to find out", to which she plants herself on me again. This time we kiss and kiss and eventually wind up getting naked in my car, I frig her off to the tune of 2 courses of multiple orgasms committing every moment to memory in case it never happens again. We don't fuck, but after eating her out and hearing her come so many times the 2 hours we spend at it become too much. We get dressed and I take her home, with her telling me that she wants to fuck me on the bosses desk. Kerry tells me she's going to kiss me again before she leaves to go back to the house, and we part for the day.

Then yesterday I knew I had to see her again before she goes away for another 4 months, and that I had to see if when she was sober she still felt the same. I pick her up after going for a meal with Barry, talking of nothing but her (and how she's said to him that on her wedding night she intends to perform the Selma Hyek dancer scene out of From Dusk Til Dawn for her husband!). We go for a drive and park up outside where I go to the gym, and we talk shit for an hour or so with me just resting my hands on her legs. She tells me she had better get back as she's done no packing, at which point I decide that I have to taste her lips again. We make out for another half hour at least, and we stop because she's leaving in a few hours. I take her home again, she kisses me passionately on her driveway and says goodbye.

She's as cold and dispassionate about people as I can be, and this makes it hard to read precisely what's going on... but it also makes her such a fucking ball-breaker!

I guess I'm posting this because I need some feedback on what I should do, I still love Lisa but I'm not sure that I can love her that much as I'm willing to do all that with Kerry? But if I'm not going to see Kerry for 2/3rds of the year? And what if I am just an itch that has been scratched, is it worth throwing away 7 years with a girl that is still devoted to me?

What would you guys do?

PS- thanks for reading.... I know it's fucking dull!

Ever had an ugly chick on the side?

I've always been the man who goes after the hot women, and I had my fair share of luck, married a beautiful woman, but when you get to some age, you start reminiscing, and realizing, how much sex you denied, just because, on initial contact, you showed zero interest in an ugly woman, or two.

This thought haunted me for some time, and all the thinking led me to this, old friend of mine, who is now divorced, with three kids. I mean, she is ugly, not kind of interesting, or passable - really ugly. Only upside is, that she has huge tits, that became even bigger and saggier since she hit 40.

So, I decided to test my theory, that she wanted to do it with me, but I never gave her any signal that I would - and it worked. I don't do it very often, any time I get bored, or get some time, so, I don't know, once or month, or even rarer.

Sex is amazing. First time we fucked, I accidentally came on her hair, and she didn't mind. It only progressed from there. Fucked her face, upside down, with full on thrusting, she was gagging, and as she was spitting out, all the spit rained down her face, and into her eyes... So fucking hot.

I have slapped her, spit on her, pulled her hair, called her every name in the book, and she just takes it all, with pleasure.

Amazing. Best sex I ever had.

I actually have a pretty big confession this time. Least it is for me.

When I was living with one of my female friends. I used to have sex with her a lot. Then when she introduced me to her really good female friend. I started to flirt. Ended up with me, and her getting caught by our friend. The one I was living with at the time. The second chick was married, and she says it was out of weakness because her husband ignores her all the time, and I was paying attention, and looking after her. But that is the backstory to the confession.

D. You still haunt me when I fap. I miss you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New here. Just need to unload some shit. Don't know whether I will return. Here goes.

I beat my wife. A lot. Badly, sometimes. She always lies to the ER docs, but I am sure they know the truth. I succeeded long ago in completely isolating her from her friends and family. She used to be so beautiful and happy. Was a cheerleader in high school. Now her face looks so different and so sad and I'll never be able to afford all the surgeries it would take to fix her.

I despise myself. I want to change. I don't know how. I just see stars and lose my mind and don't even know what I'm doing when she makes me mad and I just fly into a fucking rage. When it's all over, she's just a bloody mess of hamburger.

I wish she would leave me but she won't. I wish she would kill me but she won't. If I can't figure out how to change I think I will end up killing her soon. That is my biggest fear. If I do kill her, I will just kill myself rather than go to prison.

She is such a good person and I always know that the shit she does that sets me off is stupid, trivial shit. The sounds of her screams and cries and my fists and other stuff hitting her face and head haunt me and give me nightmares.

I need to die. I know that is the only way to save her.

Thanks for this forum and allowing me to get this shit out. I can't say I feel any better, but thanks anyway. God bless you all, even if no one ever reads this.

I want to confess that years ago I worked for a time as a prostitute during university. Now its about to come back and haunt me. One of my clients has moved into the town where I live.
For so long I've dreaded this happening, bumping into one of the clients. Every time since i stopped,when I would go somewhere where there were people, i would scan the room with my eyes to ensure i knew none of the men there. I could work for an intelligence agency i became that good at doing it so quickly. Only then could i relax. This would range from clubs, bars, restaurants, external work meetings, gyms or any place people would gather in a crowd.
Time has passed. Moved back near where i grew up. Done the whole domestic suburban thing. Marriage, mortgage, family. All that is short is a dog to complete the picture. Have a bit of a career (not a great career) with a good company that pays me very very well. In the last couple of years i relaxed. I'm in my 30's now. That whole prostitute thing is far behind me. I dont look like i did back then.I'm older, hair is a different colour and style.Old friends would know me but not a guy from a half hour of sex. I believed at some point that i wouldn't be recognised to a casual observer.
Then a couple of weeks ago, I was walking over to get my hair done for a party and passed a random man. Its the type of place thats small enough where people sometimes casually say hi or hello and carry on. As i passed him i smiled, he smiled and i just was about to say hello thinking he was someone i vaguely recognised from somewhere in town. I could see his face as we passed and he was thinking something similar that he knew me from somewhere. This all happened an instant. It felt like someone hit me.My heart nearly came out through my chest as I knew his face. I knew it from the past. The feeling of absolute dread came over me. I carried on walking. Got to where I was going and sat down. Got my breath back. While getting my hair done, realised that he may not be someone from my past. Even if he was, its most likely he was passing through or visiting someone in the town. I would have seen him around before otherwise. So i managed to relax. I used have a plan on what i would do if i did meet a former client. Nothing of that plan came back to me.
It's all going fine after that fright. Then on a recent morning school run, there he was dropping off his son. He said hello. I don't even know if i gave any reply. He asked if i remembered him and he named the university and city i had been in. I was grasping at the thought he we must have been in uni together. He was talking casually but, the way he was looking at me, the way he stood, I knew what was going through his mind. He was remembering exactly how he knew me. He's moved to the town I live in. I have no memory after that. Do not recall how i got to work, just that in work people were giving me a coffee and asking if i was ok. Some asked if I needed to go home.
2 days ago I met him again. When i say met, i could see him from down the street on the opposite side and he crossed over. He deliberately made a point to come up to me. You should have seen the sneer on his face when he said hello. I think it was meant to be a smile. I couldnt walk past him without making a scene of some sort so was stuck there with him. Part of the final conversation with him is that he remembers me and it was really good times. While he didn't say what he remembers, by the intonation of his voice and the look on his face, we both knew what he was talking about. His final words as i managed to walk away were about catching up on old times and his hoping he will see me soon again. He laughed when he said that.

So why am i putting all that on here. I need to do something. I cant sleep properly. I'm tired. I can't think. I want the whole thing to go away. It's not like i can tell anyone about all of this. I read somewhere one time, when you have a problem, write it all out. It clears the mind. Read it back and the whole problem becomes easier to manage.
So there, maybe it will help

So these beauties belong to my ex girlfriends 24 yr old daughter.  We were talking about peoples feet,  when she asked me what i think about hers,  and i said they were nice.  She asked me if i had a fetish for woman's feet. I was kinda of shy answering, but she insisted. I said yeah.  So she said,  take a picture. I was like, no its ok. So she took the photo and sent it to me later during the day.  Now I'm haunted by her feet.  I just want to suck on her toes.  I wanna ask,  but u know how it goes.  

i just want to confess i would totally tap Amber Montana from the haunted Hathaways

and as soon as breanna yde hits 16 i would tap that too.

do you guys have any teen stars you would tap now or when they is no longer old.

i would fly them out to the Netherlands or some African country so it would be legal lol.

*soz for the lack of pics, google their name :D*

For my protection and my friend this is a fantasy story. it is up to you to decide if it is true or not. but i am not saying that it is. This did not really happen. But, if it did, I would be confessing something that has haunted me for 2 years. My wife of 10 years died of an aneurism suddenly while she was at work. She was an executive assistant for a large company in San Francisco. We had no children. A friend of hers called me in tears before the police arrived at my place of business, which I will not identify. Oddly, I was composed while being told on the phone, kind of. I kept repeating "what?, what?" as if I didn't understand what she was saying. Her crying and sobbing made it clear this wasn't a bad joke. But, I just kept saying "what?" "what?", getting a bit loud at the end. None of my coworkers noticed my demeanor given the nature of our work. My reaction could have been consistent with a normal business call. I cannot explain. I don't remember hanging up the phone. I was sitting there with my mind spinning. trying to make sense of the phone call. I was in complete denial. After a few minutes, I started playing solitaire on my laptop. crazy, i know. but, i didn't know what to do. somehow, the game actually distracted me and I managed to put the phone call behind me. I was strangely at some kind of weird peace. But then I fainted when I saw 2 uniformed police officers standing at the end of the hallway asking a coworker which one was me. When she pointed at me, I suddenly blacked out from shock. They revived me shortly. I did not injure myself in the fall. The older female officer asked me to confirm my name, and then told me what I already knew. I got sick. I threw up until I was dry heaving. I could not believe it. I became hysterical and had to be escorted out by the officers. I didn't really think about it until we arrived at the hospital that they were taking me to identify her body. I panicked. But, a doctor gave me something, I presume a sedative shot. It calmed me down real quick. When they lifted the covering to show her face, i was calm. probably from the drugs. i said, yes that is my wife. next thing I knew I was home. The county medical examiner conducted a pretty quick autopsy to determine the aneurism. I thought those things took longer than that, but I guess they had a good idea what it was and scanned her brain to confirm it.

Her mom took care of the phone calls and funeral arrangements as I was in complete despair. Something that no one knew is that my wife and I were getting a divorce. We had not seen a lawyer or told anyone, yet. She asked for it. That also devastated me. I am an average looking guy, but she was practically a model. She was a cheerleader in high school and college. she was 5 ft 3 in., 120 lbs. light brown hair with hazel eyes. Now she was dead at the age of 33. We had not had sex in 5 years, despite my best efforts. She eventually told me that she had no interest in sex. I did not suspect she was having an affair. I knew her better than that. She knew it was hurting me, so we went to a few specialists and she was diagnosed with hypoactive sexual desire disorder. I did some research and now believe that it could be related to the aneurism that eventually killed her. She was going to file for divorce so that I could find someone who could fulfill my needs. I did not want it but she was very adamant.

A older man I met at church about 3 or so years before this tragedy, ended up being the guy who would be her embalmer at the funeral home. He came to my home to tell me and ask if I wanted him to get someone else, someone I didn't know, to do this THING to my wife. I told him no. it was his job and I trusted him. He kept offering to ask for another embalmer, but I assured him i was fine with it. He was very kind and gentle. He offered his condolences with a tear or two to match my own as he headed for the door. Before I shut the door, he turns abruptly, as if he had forgot something, and asked me if I wanted to see her that night. The transfer to the funeral home from the hospital had already been made. She was in a refrigerated unit at the funeral home. He was going to start the embalming process in the morning once all the paperwork had been filed. I don't know why exactly, but I said yes. I followed him to the home. it was late, probably 11 pm, maybe later. He told me that he was not supposed to do this, so please not to let anyone know. I assured him I would not.

I was expecting stainless steel drawers with handles, like you see in the movies and tv shows, but it was a decent size room that was refrigerated. inside, were three gurneys with people who had died that day. One was my wife, another was a 70+ year old man who had died of a massive heart attack earlier that day while having lunch with his wife. He was a large man, maybe 6 ft 2, 270 or 290, i don't know maybe 300. big guy. the covered body on the third gurney was shaped very similar to my wife. He told me it was a girl who was a passenger in a car with another girl who crashed while texting and driving. the driver lived. This girl, was not wearing her seatbelt. she was thrown fro the vehicle and broke her neck. died instantly. He couldn't keep talking about it. for some reason, the young girls death chokes him up and effects him more than even my wifes. I assume it was because she was so young. a mere teen. He starts to say something, but stops.

So, he's quite emotional after this day and says I can stay as long as I like, until he comes back to get me or I came looking for him, whichever happened first. He was going into the chapel area to nap on one of the benches.

he left me alone with three dead bodies in a cold room. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I approached my wifes body. I pulled back the covering. There she was, as I had seen her before. I stared at her still made up face from work. They hadn't had a chance to clean her up for embalming yet. She was very white, kinda bluish. But, still just as attractive as the girl I fell in love with in college.

I guess it was an impulse. without even looking around to make sure no one was watching, I pulled the covering down to expose her breasts. I don't know how its supposed to work, post morten, but her nipples, which I hadn't seen in 5 years, were very erect. Her breasts are not very big. She is a small b cup, but still very perky for her age. NOW, I looked around and even went to the chapel to see if my friend was awake. He was snoring loudly.

I suddenly, with a very confusing mix of guilt and excitement, started getting hard. I hurried back to the cold room. I realized I had left the covering half off while I checked on my friend. I didn't bring a jacket, so I was pretty chilly, but my blood starting flowing and suddenly I began to warm up. I pulled my phone from my pocket. i was going to take some nudies of my dead wife. at that point, my cock had taken over and I didn't care how messed up any of this was.

so, with a shudder, I pulled the covering all the way off to the floor. I was in shock. I was expecting a bush, considering she had no interest in sex, but there she was... with the thinnest most perfectly trimmed landing strip I had ever seen on her. I was naturally confused, but didn't waste time wondering "why" she did it, or possibly "for whom" she was doing it. I started snapping photos and got very excited.

that's when things got out of hand. I was so turned on, I wanted to see her pussy. on the table, her cold outer labia was flesh colored and closed. I spread the covering on the ground and picked her up to put her on the floor.

rigor mortis is unsettling to say the least. while her legs and arms did bend down under the weight of gravity, her left leg and left arm seemed to stay more stiff. even her head didn't fall back like I would have expected.

i got her to the floor. and had a difficult time getting her legs to come apart. I finally figured to massage the legs to make them more pliable. eventually, she lay on the cold floor, naked, legs spread showing her perfect and tight pussy. and she was dead.

i didn't stop to think. i kept taking pictures and then realized... i realized the obvious. it was cold, but I got my pants down to my knees and knelt to the floor.

I don't believe in god like most people. i believe in a higher power but don't think he pays any attention to us. i hope I am right. i put my cock against her freezing cold pussy. rigor mortis, no moisture in her pussy, no lubricant. i was screwed.

i had gone this far. i wasn't going to be denied the pussy that was legally mine, at least while she was alive. I started going through drawers. finally, two rooms down the hall, I found some lubricant that I didn't even want to think about why they had it.

Back in the room, I dropped to the floor. I greased up my still throbbing cock. then, gently started applying lube to her pussy. it didn't feel as soft and fleshy as i remembered, but once I got my cock in, I remembered the ecstasy of having sex with my beautiful loving wife.

her eyes were closed, so I wiped my hands and opened them. I was a little surprised when they stayed open. I was fucking my dead wife as she seemed to look at me. I suddenly came harder than i can ever remember. it just kept pumping cum until it started oozing out her vagina.

i fell to the floor next to her. started playing with her erect nipples. and it wasn't more than 2 minutes before my erection returned.

as i lay on the floor, i could see the other two gurneys against the wall, side by side... then I got an evil thought in my head. yes, you know what I did.

I jumped up. penis purple and throbbing out of control. I walked slowly over to the other dead girl. I had no idea what she looked like.

I pulled back the cover and my jaw dropped. she was the most perfect looking blonde I had ever seen. her hair was cut short, up to her neck. And if i had any doubts about if she was a natural blonde before, I just saw the proof. a small patch of silky blonde hair sitting on top of her pussy mound. her tits were also not very big, but thats okay. she had thin, but muscular legs that made them look longer than they were. I noticed a nasty scrape on her left arm and left hip. not too big, and they had been cleaned.

the sheet goes to the floor next to my dead wife. this girl was even lighter than my wife. And somehow she seemed a bit more limber. I don't know why. I repeated the process., massaging her legs until they parted and revealed the smallest set of pussy lips I've ever seen. In a perfect clam shape with still some rosy pinkness left. her lips were also fuller than my wifes. not a lot, but they were cushiony to the touch. I took some books from a nearby shelf to put under their heads so I could see their faces better.

The girls eyes were still closed. When I opened them, they were bright gray, like so many movie stars. except for the scrapes from the accident, her flesh was smoother than my wifes, as a teen girls flesh would be. My wife was stunning. The perfect sex object now displaying her wares. And now this strange girl, legs spread, bright gray eyes appearing to look into mine. neither naked female able to smile, since they were dead. I make sure everything ls lubed appropriately and just before i enter this fresh coed, it occurs to me to check something.

I pulled apart her lips and with some work, and found...a hymen. if there is a god, i'm going to hell anyway. I gently enter her. looking into her eyes, then over at my wife who was now watching me fuck a dead teen girl. when I said her pussy was small and tight, and now a hymen? I wasn't kidding. I have an average size penis, about 5-6 inches. but, the blood had been pumping so long, I has as thick as I was long at this point.

I started to think it was't going to work, then decided I was going to MAKE it happen. the lube was adequate. I pulled back for a forceful thrust and grabbed her shoulders for support as I pushed hard. i felt ripping flesh. i mean lots of ripping flesh. i looked down and saw some blood. just what rubbed off her vagina as I made her a woman. I kept going. my god, it was impossibly tight. within a minute, i had again cum more than i thought i had in me.

i cleaned myself off, thinking it was time to put everyone back in place. but, i saw them again. lying side by side. these two beautiful women, totally naked. and totally mine to do as I wish.

I rolled the both over. they could have been mother and daughter. perfect asses. just absolutely perfect. i lubed up. started pumping my wifes asshole. When she was alive, she said that is something she would NEVER EVER do. out of the question. Yet, there I was. pushing my cock into her asshole. it felt a little, grainy, i guess? but obviously very tight. She was dead. I could go as deep as I wanted. I pushed and pushed, grinding into her cold, but bouncy soft ass cheeks. it felt incredible.

then, the girl. it felt about the same, but her ass was smoother, heaving and swollen, although, quite cold which I had gotten used to. I managed to lift her to her knees, sort of. i grabbed her tits and pulled myself into her as deeply as I possible could. that's when the final and most powerful gushing of cum started. I'm laying on her back kissing her neck as my cock empties into her. at that moment i thought of the girl who was driving. how much more guilty she would feel if she saw her friends hymen and asshole torn to shreds because she couldn't wait to text later.

an hour or so later, I had cleaned everything up. found new coverings. the old ones were quite dirty now. and had both in place and looking pretty much like they did when I arrived.

i put the dirty sheets in my car and trashed them later.

after I was sure i had all in order, i woke my friend, the embalmer. he was embarrassed he has slept so long. I told him it was fine, because I got to say goodbye to my wife.

He tells me he is going to stay and start the embalming since its almost morning, anyway. He walks me to the door. gives me a hug and tells me again how sorry he is. then...what he says next, well, that is why I'm confessing today. I'm an evil person. More than you know. My friend, who was kind enough to bring me to the funeral home to see my wife... he tells me what he was too emotionally choked up to say before his chapel nap.

that poor girl in the room with my wife? that was his granddaughter. She had just graduated high school and was heading to a Purity Pledge meeting before heading to Summer Camp. A Christian group of teens that pledge to maintain their virginity until marriage. He said to me that the only solace he could find in this senseless death, is that she will go to her grave having kept her promise.

Yes. I am going to hell.

I regret my past.

I am 45, married to a wonderful man, but my past haunts me, and that is the reason I am here.

I was very free spirited, when younger, had more than a handful of men, and even after dates with men I never wanted to see again, I would usually give head, for them not to feel let down.

After one of the parties, I was left alone with four "friends", from which I had sex with one, and I gave bj to another, before, and we were all drunk and more than that, the room was full of sexual charge, and they wanted me to do something with them. The two I had previous encounters before, already had their cocks out, but I was aware enough to evade this, I told them they can watch, and I did kind of a striptease, but I only got my top off.

This ended in them pleasuring themselves, all four of them, and finishing on my breasts. One of them filmed the whole thing.

The day after, he told me he deleted it, and I took his word for it, only to realize, years later, when I stumbled upon a porn site, and after seeing all the home made videos, that men never delete those. Since then, I have been roaming porn sites, with amateur content, looking for myself.

This thing would end my marriage, for sure, and I can't believe, that I could have been that stupid. My only hope is, that cameras weren't as good then, and that it got lost in some phone transfer. But I am still looking.

As a child, Volk grew up in a home that was haunted by strange inexplicable pounding noises. His sisters had blankets ripped off of them in their bedroom and saw an old woman appear. Eventually, his parents sought out a priest who came to their house and conducted prayers and holy water rituals. That night, though, things got worse than ever, with the banging noises growing much louder, and then coming down the stairs one step at a time. "When it hit the bottom step, it did so with a terrifically huge thud-- everything shook, and that was it. We actually never heard it again," he recounted. Interestingly, Volk went back to the house to interview the current owners and they didn't wish to speak about it-- believing that you give these things power if you talk about them.

I know there is a lot of bullshit on this site, but what I am about to disclose to you is absolutely factual. Think of it what you will, but this is by no means farcical...

There exists a parallel universe or society that exists here on earth among us, a macrocosm that mirrors our realm that borders on the supernatural - spirits and demons both good and evil. I have strayed away from religion a long time ago, I cannot really attest to there being a "god", but I know for sure that "spirituality" is itself a concept that is real and is evidenced by the macrocosm. This macrocosm rarely comes in contact with ours, the realm of the living, but when it does it often results in disastrous situations - calamities, natural disasters, mass killings, etc. I am haunted by these demons. My demons have often manifested in recent infamous events that have been heralded a great extent by the news media. The world is spiraling out of control. The extent of which this macrocosm coming into contact with ours is increasing more and more.

I was given a task by some omnipotent force or existence, perhaps even god himself, but I failed. I was discouraged, I was afraid, and now I am paying the price - the world is paying the price.

Dude, i was going easy not putting up anything with sound. I didn't want to haunt you with how she could sound. i do play it in the car though so when neighbors here you live they know whats missing

Straight, 50, no problems getting laid... Just haunted by the thought of a man sucking my dick hard before i do his wife... Dont know why...

-WARN- It's a long one, but it's something I have to tell. There's a TL;DR; -WARN-

Names have been altered for secrecy.

Confession: A Detailed Account of Two Forced Sexual Encounters with my Step Cousin

When my parents were divorced in 1986, my mother began dating and eventually remarried a lawyer. The lawyer had a sister, and that sister had children. One of them was Ashley. Ashley, or just "Ash" as we began call her, is three years my older, but we fit together like two peas in a pod. She liked all the same games as I, and we often agreed on all issues, trivial or otherwise. Ashley and I stopped seeing each other as often when my parents divorced again, and at this point we were in separate schools. I was in sixth grade at the eastern high school, and she was in seventh grade at the western. Because of our school situation, we didn't see each other often, but occasionally the bus routes would intersect and we would meet up. It was on one of those days that I experienced one of the most life changing experiences of my entire existence. I was dropped off at my mother's office which has already closed ( I used to wait here to be picked up ) when I saw Ash walking down the sidewalk. I invited her in, because that's what friends do. She asked me how my day was, how school had been, typical, boring stuff. She had changed. The old, hyper "Ash" that I knew had been replaced with a calm, level-headed (or so I thought), and in my eyes boring "Ashley." But something was different about her. Her demeanor was off-balance. She looked uneasy, almost sick, and nervous. She told me she wasn't feeling well. She asked me to come into the back with her to look for something to do. Once back there, the real fun began. She closed the door behind her, turned out the lights, and took off her shirt. The light from the shaded window was dim. I turned around to tell her to stop joking around, and she practically tackled me to the floor and pressed her 14-year-old chest against me. I tried to resist, but she was an athlete and demonstrated that. She took off her bra and began to rub her medium-sized breasts against my face. She took off all my clothes, wiping each article against the crotch of her pants. She molested me. My friend who I had trusted over many years. She yanked and jerked and licked my 11-year-old penis to no avail. I was not enjoying it. But this was not the worst. She continued to scratch and hold me. She only ceased to remove her pants. Fully naked, she smothered me with her exposed pussy and ground my face until she climaxed. I could barely breathe. I was traumatized. It amazed me that this girl would be capable of such a thing, and while maintaining complete silence. She hit me and the last thing she said was, “If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.” It was inhuman. I never told anyone, and I never saw Ashley again, until four years later at a new years party. I was 16, she was 19 in college. She acted nonchalant. She acted like nothing had happened. I was furious, I wanted to kill her. Because of her, I had taken up a life of drugs and detention in school. I was on regular drug tests, which I routinely failed, but no one cared here. I spent nearly every Friday afternoon in Detention. I hated her, and I wanted revenge. All of the proper adults were as drunk as dogs. Ashley was blazed, and I could feel the ache of my own vices. Ashley got up and went outside for a smoke. I decided that this was my opportune moment. I ran outside and hit her over the head and dragged her into an unoccupied room. I quickly gagged her with a washcloth and duct tape and tied her hands to the legs of a dresser with a couple of pillowcases after removing her shirt. When I heard her start to groan, I got down at the level of her face and smacked her. She came to. I told her everything. I told her how she fucked up my life, about how she ruined me that night at my mom's office. And I told her that now it was her turn. But it was more than her turn. She had that night plus years of hell to pay for. I was going to make this an absolute misery. I pulled out a small bag of cocaine I had. I laid the coke out in the small of her back while I held her still. Then I pulled out my razor-blade and lined it up, cutting her severely in the process. I then proceeded to snort two lines of cocaine off of my step cousin's back. Everyone in the house was either in a deep alcoholic sleep or gone for the night, but I didn't care. Tonight was about revenge. I pulled down her skirt so she was in her lace bra and thong and slapped her bare ass as hard as I could. She tried to scream, but I only laughed. I pulled off my pants and shirt, down to my boxers and leaned in close to her face, contouring her body. I whispered in her ear those words that had haunted my life for four miserable years, “If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.” In one swift motion I oiled my fingers, pulled her thong aside, and rammed two fingers into her asshole. She tried violently to resist. But now, I was much stronger than she. I continued fingering her asshole for about a minute before I pulled her thong completely off along with my boxers. I had a monster-thumper of a boner. I oiled up and thrust it into her pussy in the blink of an eye. I was brutal, I was unforgiving. I had reduced her to tears. Good. That's how I wanted her to feel. I wanted her to feel violated. I wanted her to think, he's raping me and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I pulled out and pumped in and out of her asshole, then I ejaculated inside of her anus. I grabbed my razor-blade and held it to her face, then I removed the duct tape gag and told her to tell me what she thought. After what seemed like hours of exasperated breathing, she said “How could you do that, for what I did to you?” To which I replied “You'll know in four years.” I walked away and drove away from the town, went to another state to stay in a hotel on some cash that I had saved up. When everything quieted down, I called a friend to ask how things were to see if she had told anyone (he didnt' know, but I asked what was up, small talk, etc.). To my surprise, she had blamed the beatings and bruising on her ex boyfriend, who was convicted and arrested of rape. I returned home and was in trouble with the law for running away, but it was a far cry from rape allegations. Sure enough, about six years later I run into Ashley again. She was on hard drugs like cocaine that I had kicked since then. In fact, she was almost exactly like I did five years before. My life, however, was going good. I was in college with a decent job, but she was a wreck. When she saw me, she was shocked, but she didn't respond with anger as I had, but she asked me if she could talk to me alone. I agreed, I didn't feel threatened at all (though I probably should have), and we went to her apartment. She was crying the whole way there. I began to tear up. When we entered her apartment, which was torn to pieces, she began crying uncontrollably, she got on her knees and said she was sorry. She begged for my forgiveness. She told me what I had told her, six years ago, that that night had ruined her life because she had realized the psychological pain that rape can cause. All she wanted was my forgiveness, and she had struck a nerve, because all I had really wanted, was for her to ask for it. I gave her a hug and told her how sorry I was. Truth be told, I hadn't regretted a single minute until that moment, but I then realized the error of what I had done. We cried, we talked, and we forgave each other, but we could never remain close. We went our separate ways. I haven't seen her again so far, but it was nice to finally have some closure to that episode.

TL;DR: My step cousin raped me, and I brutally hate-raped her again four years later.

Mods.

Tags aren't working - haven't been for a LONG time by the looks of things.

How can ML give punters what they are looking for without tags? Can't!

It's like having the biggest porno video library in the world with no shelves - just a hucking MASSIVE pile of vids to hunt through to find the ones you want - pretty useless really.

So is there a plan to fix the bug - and also the one that removes titles placed on uploaded vids? (Titles can be added later so this isn't so much of a problem)

Would be good if the vid owner cud add tags AFTER upload as well?

Cheers,
Mickie
(awaiting response, patiently)
My psychoface will haunt you for a reply!

Przemyslaw Jakubowski ambushed his 30-year-old victim as she was running errands in the Cork town of Kanturk. He dragged her into the cubicle of a public toilet where he subjected her to more than half an hour of sexual violence before fleeing.

Jakbowski, who also has a conviction in his native Poland for attempted rape, was wearing women’s underwear during the attack which was later found in his home.

It has emerged that he began to masturbate in the dock during his trial last May when the woman got in the witness box and recounted the details of the assault. The entire courtroom was unaware what was happening except for Jakbowski’s Polish translator.

The translator was sitting beside him at the time and later reported it to the prison guards. Neither the judge nor jury was made aware of the incident. The next day a new translator was found for the trial.

Jakubowski exhibited bizarre behaviour throughout the 12-day trial.

At one point the judge heard boiling water was thrown over him while he was in custody in Mountjoy Prison. Proceedings were adjourned for a day over fears his visible burn injuries could prejudice the jury.

However, sources within the Prison Service believe he threw the water over himself in an attempt to get the trial abandoned or delayed. One official said the only other person who could have thrown the water was his cellmate, who guards describe as shy and non-confrontational.

In her victim impact statement, the woman said the attack would haunt her for the rest of her life. She spoke of the feeling of helplessness on the day.

Director of the Cork Sexual Violence Centre, Mary Crilly, said Jakubowski’s behaviour in court and his past conviction in Poland "absolutely suggests he is a serial offender".

"What he did in court conveys all the arrogance that you see in sex offenders time and time again. There is that arrogance that they have got away with it in the past and they will get away with it again," she said.

This appeared in the printed version of the Irish Examiner Thursday, June 30, 2011

This website has taught me we really need to get to pound it into girls heads (not with are cocks) from a very young age that

1. They're not sexual objects

2. Not to be stupid, stupid fucks and send naked pictures out. It's highly irresponsible at this point to even give a young girl a webcam if you're a parent. there needs to be school programs in middle school telling girls not to do anything that may end up on a website like this

And I say this admitting I like the content here, the innocence, the want to please, the youth, the naturalness that you never see in porn. But, it's fucked up for a girl to have pictures end up around the internet where they might come back to haunt her.

im a 54yo male married but not had sex for 7 years so last week i went looking around gay haunts parks and public toilets. i have had a few encounters there sucked a few cocks and had my ass filled by a couple of stiff cocks much to my pleasure.Who were these guys ive have no idea we met sucked and fucked and left not even a first name and there faces i cant remember but the enjoyment was greateven bareback and swallowing. i will continue going there catching up for all the missed years

My names Sally, and I'm from Queens I'm not happy...

Dad pasted away, moms remarried
I gotta big bro, but he's in jail
Moms said for some things that he used to sell
And I'm always with step-dad, his names Beau
And theres some things about him that my mom don't kno
And he says if I tell that it won't be pretty
And I'm really scared of em, he's already hit me
He touches me places I don't like it
And I ain't talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss
I mean touch me places that's private
And he don't just touch he put summin inside it
He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it
Hand over my mouth so I'm quiet
Moms only wit 'em cuz our money is low
I'm just a teen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old
And my moms in love so she makes excuses
But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises
Why step daddy gotta take me thru this
Help, somebody, I'm getting gaped I can't do this
Nobody understands I'm weary
Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me
Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion
All the while moaning and pushin
You try to push him, he's getting bothered
You yell and you scream but he starts going harder
Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of
Cuz even when it's over, your life, it'll scar ya
Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad
Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat
He can tell I'm mad
But step daddy touched me, fucked me, you think that I can tell him that?
Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that?
Yep, thought you'd agree so I keep it all to me
Baby on the way, and I'm not working
And I kno it's his cause I used to be a virgin
Derrick says he'll handle it, wipe my tears
He don't know, this is what it's like for years
And it falls on def ears
Damn mommy please come home, please mommy don't leave us alone
Some secrets are hard to keep
Some secrets make it hard to sleep
And sleep is the only time I feel safe
Still the act haunts me, and I kno I'mma wake up with step daddy on me

I need to confess two things that have altered the course of my life and provided me with a lifetime of profound sadness and failure. I offer this confession not with any expectation of receiving sympathy, kindness or divine forgiveness, none of which I want, but rather for the sole purpose that others might learn from my mistakes and in some small way, benefit.

1. When I was 13, I persuaded my best friend to drop a cement block (the kind used to hold a deck joist) off a freeway overpass near our town. We hauled it there one evening in a wagon which he used when he went to the grocery store for his mema, with whom he lived. He towed the wagon behind his bike and I rode on his handlebars because I didn't have a bike of my own. We both lifted the block to the railing and waited for just the right car. Instead, we decided to drop it on a semi-truck we saw coming in the distance.

As the truck got closer, I chickened out and ran toward his bike, but neither said nor did anything in those final seconds to prevent or even discourage my friend from letting go. Just before he let go of the block the truck driver saw him and swerved. The block fell to the concrete roadway below, directly into the path the truck was on before it swerved. In the next lane over, in the path of the truck, was a small sedan driven by a young mother.

Inside were her two children, a boy, 7 months, and a girl, 4 years. The truck lost control, tipped over on the car and killed both children. The mother survived with few physical injuries, as did the truck driver. However, the mother committed suicide about two years later, on the anniversary of her husband's death in Vietnam. He was a cargo plane pilot and was shot down a couple weeks before this incident. She was on her way to the air base near our town, where he was stationed, when the accident happened. She was apparently headed there to handle some details concerning her husband's death. It was reported that he never got to meet his son because his wife was pregnant when his last tour began. But for me, the son would be 46 years old now and his sister would be 49.

2. When I was 23 I had a girlfriend I loved more than life itself. She was beautiful inside and out, happy, generous, brilliant, faithful and loyalists and so loving to everyone, especially me. She was far more than I could ever have dreamt of or deserved.

But I despised myself and everything about me. I never let go of what I had done and there were many other things that had happened to me early in life that fed into this lifelong spiral of self-loathing. I was introduced to alcohol around the time we met, though I tried hard not to drink when we were together because I didn't like the way it made me feel inside and I didn't trust myself. I always felt like I had a toxic level of rage just below the suface and I feared alcohol would be the key that unlocked the cage and let the demons loose.

One night she came home from class early. I will never forget how happy she was to be home with me. Unfortunately, I had been laid off from my job several days earlier but still hadn't summoned the courage to tell her. I felt everything crashing in on me at once and tried to console, or numb, myself with very cheap vodka that evening before she came home. I lost track of time. She came home early specifically to share with me what should have been the best news of our young lives together. She was pregnant. The light of happiness and pride in her eyes as she told me haunts me to this day.

Something inside me snapped and I went into what I can describe only as a primal rage. I threw her to the floor and began kicking her abdomen as hard and fast as I could, losing balance several times and falling myself. I continued to kick her even as she vomited streams of blood and could no longer scream or cry or even whimper. Only my blacking out finally ended it and likely saved her life.

When I awoke several hours later she had somehow gotten to the bathroom. She couldn't, or wouldn't, talk. I took her in my arms to our car and drove her to the hospital. In time, we were informed she was no longer pregnant and she underwent surgery to fix much of the damage I had caused and, it was hoped, preserve her ability to become pregnant again in the future.

She never told anyone what I had done to her, as far as i know, but they knew. And they knew that I knew. About two months later, she visited family for the weekend. We had been trying to resume some sense of normalcy and I hadn't touched alcohol since that night, which was all she asked of me. But I knew she deserved far better than anything I could ever offer her so the weeked she was gone I packed a few books and clothes and one picture of her--my favorite picture--which has never left my presence, and I never looked back. I felt almost heroic at the time, as if I was saving her life by breaking her heart. I see things much more starkly now, after so many years, but I really thought I was, for the first time in my small, worthless life, doing something courageous, something difficult, painful, sacrificial, heroic. That was 35 years ago and not a single day has gone by that I haven't thought of her. Some memories have faded, but not the intensity of my love for her or my sorrow for what I did to her.

So that is four deaths, at least, that I have caused in my life. But karma is a peculiar thing and it does not allow us to hide or defer our just rewards. This I know because in the last 16 months I have lost my beautiful daughter, my wife of 26 years, my young granddaughter and two sisters. All but one sister died unexpectedly and tragically. With each of their deaths went a large part of my reason for living. My wife and daughter and granddaughter each, as they entered my life, gave me a reason I did not previously have to live. Now they are gone and with them all motivation for me to continue with my lifelong struggle with pain, emptiness and isolation.

So this is my farewell. We've never met, but for me, tonight, would you please hug someone you love, or make a call to that old friend you have been putting off for too long. Smile at a stranger, make love to your girl like she's the only woman on earth, play a board game with your child, make dinner for a sick neighbor. Do something more than surf for porn. For me. Just once.

Farewell, friends.

So this happened a few years ago but it still messes with me. Met this chick my sophmore year of college, was a skinmy 5'10 redhead. Pretty good looking, and i fell for her hella quick. We started dating and everything seemed good for 2 years.

Things turned bad during the last year. Everything i did was wrong and she was always being really possesive and slowly pulled me away from all of my friends and made sure her friends were my friends. She became distant and all that shit, looking back it was obvious thst she started cheating.

I spent a year trying to fix things and because i i got so used to the crazy bullshit she put me through i was getting desperate. I was willing to try just about anything to make things work. In the last two weeks she had a work vacation accross the country in California and spent a week there. Spent a few days trying to shave everything and pack the lacey panties. 

When she got back from the 'work trip' she immediately brought up the idea of a open relationship, and i said yes to it out of hopes things would get better. Within a week she had been with 3 guys and tried to have me watch one of them. I couldnt deal with it and ended it.

The next day i got a message from her roommate on snap, i wish it was nudes cause she was hot, but it was her saying she felt guilty for everything and not telling me. My ex had been cheating and bragging to her roommates. In the last year i was with her she had been with 3 of my friends, and at least 4 other guys, one being the dude from cali. Going into detail with what she did and how there were close calls. There was a big exchange between the two of them about how she wanted to have me move to cali and just be a cuck/paypig once i got there since i would have no good way out.

This still haunts me because it really fucked me up.

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haunted houses just get more extreme every year.

I confess this morning I stole 3 thongs from the neighbor and 1 pantie of her young daughter.

She is a single, Latina mom, probably in her mid, late 20s with a young daughter. Nice, thick thighs and cute and this morning she was wearing tight grey leggings. I started eyeing her since the first time I saw her, but it's been a while since there hasn't been a chance to have a conversation with her as our schedules seem to vary.

I live in a housing site with laundry facilities, and the one I go to isn't far. After leaving my clothes to dry and getting back home I saw her going to the laundry as I had the door of my house open. After 45 mins, I head back to get my dried clothes and go straight directly to the two washing machines she used. Opened the lid where she had color clothes and took a purple and pink thong, and a very sexy, black lace thong. On the other washing machine she had white clothes where I took a plain, white thong and a pair of her daughter's with princesses on it. My heart was beating fast of excitement as I was on a scavenger haunt; I was hyperventilating wanting to know what kind of panties she wore. I've had an interest on this single mom for a long time and been wanting to talk to her badly.

After coming out of the laundry facility with my dried clothes in a bag and their damped panties in a small pocket integrated in it and heading back home, I saw her heading back to get her washed clothes. As we crossed by I heard for the first time her sweet voice say, "buenos dias" (good morning). I can't wait to cum on those panties, and have a conversation with her soon.

Hey guys, I'm hoping you could help me. I've been haunted by a porn movie that I used to fap to when I was younger, but I don't remember the name of it or any of the names of the actresses. The basic premise is that this woman (red hair, nice tits. Sort of has a Jessica Rabbit hairstyle thing going on) is tired of her husband's pervy antics and her newly hired maid helps her on a sort of sexual journey if you will after she (the redhead) witnesses the maid having sex with a girlfriend. One of the scenes I remember vividly is that of the redhead being fucked by a woman with a strapon, except that the woman for whatever reason had her hair pulled back and had a thin fake mustache drawn on her face. If any of you guys could help me with the name of it or even the name of the actress I will be forever thankful. Im not sure when the movie was made but I think it was in the early to mid 90's. She had a really nice ass too, curvy but not fat. If it helps this movie was part of a 3 movie vhs distributed by Adam and Eve, with the movies Sleeping Around and The Exhibitionist. I remember having somewhat dark mascara, and it wasn't Kylie Ireland. I think she was slightly older? It was definitely an "older woman explores her sexuality" type plot

Sometimes when they visit
I wonder 'Can they hear me?'
I'm scratching at the box and screaming out right clearly
I'm so lonely. My one and only probably took another
That means new daddy and same mother

For my babies
Before they grown ladies, I hope they remember me when they old ladies
With their own babies

Carry my memory until if fades away
My mother came to visit me, yesterday on my birthday
She laid a single rose on my head stone and said
"It ain't been easy trying to get along since you've passed on"
I hear it momma. It's been real turnwood.
I've been scratching all month, trying to hear top floor

I've been working real hard, but my body feels weak
But I can't die!
Just too awake to fall asleep
Tell them all that I miss 'em and send it with all my love
Sincerely from the underground to all of the above

Shed tears for me
How long
They've been praying for me
Also, I'm sending love to all of the above

They gotta whisper to me
I'm all alone in the place of underground
And I'm surrounded by grace
And all the faith in my existence see
Lives on and the face of my seed
And I can see it when he visits me
But I'm a father of the ground now
Family to the earth and I'm sorry that I'm gone now

Kiss your mother on the cheek
And tell her I understand why she still don't speak
Even though I'm in this coffin I get haunted by the streets
And the sounds of bloody murder roam the night
And I'm freaked out
Now its peace out
Cause I pulled the piece out
Put it in my mouth and blew my motherfucking teeth out!

I reached out
But nobody reached back
And no that's not an excuse, for it's the reason that I'm trapped
(inside here)
And everything is black and hard to breathe
Exactly like the life that I was trying to leave

You know I hate to see a grown man cry
Sometimes my homies stop by
They're smoking joints and get the high
Spirit, if they could only know that I hear it when they cough
Hear it when they talk, and scream for them to stay every time they get ready to take off

Peace you all. Bring a shovel next time
Cause it's cold down here and this dirt is a thick line between life and death
It appears I have nothing left
But the person never forgets just like a ghost in transit

I watch 'em move like bandits when they rob my corpse
And then they left me on the porch as a prep for the divorced
And now I'm back in a black bag on a gurney at the morgue
And I'm flat slab, hoping the journey will bring me home
Isn't that sad

Then I won't say no more
And let you think about me every time you hear this flow
They put me back in my coffin and they lowered me down
And ever since then, it seems like nobody come around

This is going to be a very weird post for a lot of people to read but my wife and I really don't have anyone else to tell because it's pretty uncanny. This happened a good 6 years ago, but the memories are pretty fresh. I know there isn't any "paranormal" category on here - and I really didn't believe in paranormal stuff until weird shit started happening to both of us. We recently bought an older house and renovated it, everything seemed fine.

My wife has been having very erotic dreams about some flapper woman from the 1930s and she started talking about how detailed they were. That this woman would kiss her and finger her in a dream and she'd wake up with a soaking wet pussy. My wife just attributed to her perhaps thinking women were pretty, and shrugged it off. Then one night I had a dream, two very attractive women were kissing my chest, smiling at me and stroking my dick. Ok - well, cool wet dream right? Easily dismissible as a wet dream and it was a fun one at that.
Months go by, every once in a while we have erotic dreams of these same people, usually one is molesting my wife but there are always two women trying to fuck me. Anyway my wife is cleaning the house and I was upstairs doing some work on my computer and I hear my wife scream and she comes running up stairs.
"Someone just whispered in my ear," she was panting, "and I felt someone grab my breast!"
I looked at her like she was crazy.
"What?" I thought she was fucking with me so I smacked her on the ass and was like, "I would have grabbed your pussy."
"No, fuck - I'm serious!" She yelled at me, "take me seriously!"
My heart sunk a bit, this was the first time I've seen her pissed off in a very long time - this wasn't like her at all.
"Sit down, take a deep breath - well what did the voice say?"
She sat down, she was frazzled, "it was a woman's voice, it said 'nice' and then something grabbed my breast..."
I lost it. I started laughing my ass off, "well yeah you do have a nice set of tits, absolutely, nice ass too - you're hot as fuck."
"Fuck you! I'm serious - I looked behind me and there was no one there, stop joking!"
Then from behind her on a table I set up for bills and paperwork an entire folder fell on the floor.
My wife jumped up.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK," she screamed.
My heart stopped. The folder wasn't even close to the edge of the table and my wife wasn't near it - something had to have pushed it off. My wife jumped into my arms.
"Leave us alone!" my wife yelled.
I didn't know what to say at all, I was going through everything in my mind about what just happened, and I was trying to rationalize it. It had to have been the wind, but it's winter and all the windows are shut.
"Ok, it's ok," I comforted my wife. We had dinner, talked about what happened and went to bed.
I was sleeping soundly until my wife woke me up, she was nearly in tears.
"What's going on," I said half awake.
"I had a dream, this both of the women. She said she was sorry for scaring me and that she threw the folder on the floor because she didn't want us to argue. They like us and they are happy we moved in here and they said they'd stop and let us live in peace."
"Huh?" I was confused as fuck but told my wife we'd talk about it in the morning.
I went back to sleep and had a dream of a woman with dark hair pointing to a corner of my office, she then walked over to me and kissed me on the lips, smiled and walked away. I thought nothing of it, and had the same dream for the next two nights. I finally realized something was trying to tell me something so I checked the corner of the room. There was a 'false floor' cut - and I pried up the wood. I found a few erotic photographs of the women in our dreams, it was them.
I felt like I was going out of my mind, and the reality of our house actually being haunted crashed down on me.
My wife was continuing to have dreams, very erotic dreams of the short haired woman, I showed my wife the pictures and she immediately pointed to a picture, "That's her! That's HER!!"
My wife was more afraid than I was - I mean I don't think whatever these things were meant us harm - and plus, it was giving into my wife's fantasies about being with another woman. We're both not religious at all.
So I decided to get to the bottom of things and find out the history of the people who used to live in the house. It was some photographer, and also two women that lived with him. I turns out he was married to one of the women and I'm guessing the other woman was their live in lover? The weird thing is - he wasn't haunting us but these two women were.
After I found the pictures my wife started talking about moving, about selling the house.
I went to bed, had an erotic dream of two beautiful women fucking me - woke up with cum all over my underwear. My wife woke up too, "They said they fucked you."
She saw that I had wet dream, "yeah we need to move."
"It's not like I can get them pregnant," I joked.
Something got into my wife, "what if I want to get pregnant and they're taking all of your cum?"
I laughed, "it's like we're swingers but with ghosts."
She chuckled, "yeah weird."
"Plus I'm sure you like her eating your pussy or whatever you both do in your dreams."
She was a bit silent, but then said, "it feels so fucking real - like she's actually touching me and kissing me, most of the time she doesn't say anything at all she just comes in and makes love.. I mean has sex with me."
My eyes opened wide, "Makes love? hhahh - so you totally enjoy it."
"When was the last time we fucked?" She asked.
It had been a while, which was odd. Usually we'd fuck at least 3 times a week but it had been well over a month since my dick was in my wife. I think that is what stunned me the most, that I didn't even notice her and I haven't fucked in a long time - that wasn't like us at all.
I felt a cold touch run across my neck, almost like a woman's fingernail slightly skimming my skin.
"take her, fuck her good." a whisper came. My wife didn't hear it. It was freaky but I shrugged it off, nothing scared me at this point. I took my wife in my arms and kissed her, cupping her breast and started unzipping her pants. She did the same, unzipping my pants and gripping my cock.
I mounted my wife, right in the kitchen, on the counter. My hard cock throbbed inside her and she moaned with pleasure.
"They're watching," she said out of the blue.
"Good, they can watch me fuck my pretty little princess. They can watch me cum in my hot little wife."
She moaned more, she was so turned on - she clawed my back, scratching it as I felt her body and pussy tense up, she came on my cock and I couldn't hold off. I busted a load deep inside her, spilling my seed deep in her.
We ate dinner and went to bed. Both of us had dreams. I'll tell mine first.
She had red lips and dark hair. Her breasts were perfect, but she was wispy, almost like she moved in slow motion. Her voice was soft, but when she spoke her lips didn't move.
"Don't move, we like you both so much."
I think I said something like, "you know you're dead, right?"
And she said something like "perceptions..."
I then said something like, "No seriously, you died - is this what the afterlife is? Just hanging around and haunting people?"
I felt like she wasn't permitted to say anything, and she casually touched my face with her slender hand, and she smiled and she seemed a little bashful.
I asked again, "do you even know you're dead?"
The dream faded away with her kissing my lips.
My wife's dream was a bit more... interesting. Both of the women showed up and immediately were fondling her.
"You should stay, we won't hurt you, we like both of you."
They were playful, and she even noticed that they were 'wispy' - and didn't move their lips when they talked. One of them kissed her neck (she woke up with a hickey) and my wife told me it all felt so real. She said the short haired woman told her that she could 'feel our love,' and that it radiated and gave light to the house and that both of these women were very much in love with us.
My wife asked them how they passed but all they told her was "they lived a good life."
And out of the blue, "Imagine all of us having sex, you, us, your husband..."
My wife joked, "yeah but what if you get pregnant?"
She said they both looked at each other and smiled, almost like that was the plan. She woke up a bit freaked out.
Months passed, the dreams continued - but also things started getting a bit stranger. Objects would be moved when we came home from work, or when we went out to eat. Once some of our shower soap was poured on the floor and the towels thrown around in the bathroom. Loud thumps and footsteps could be heard in the middle of the night - sometimes I'd wake up covered in cum and not remember dreaming about them. My wife would wake up with hickies on her thighs and not remember dreaming about them. Sometimes we'd smell the sweet smell of perfume, or flowers - roses...
The final straw was when I woke up with a long scratch down my back - it felt like someone poured acid on me. We decided to move.
It was one of the weirdest experiences of my life. I burnt the pictures of the women, but saved digital copies.
I'm still wondering if it wasn't all pure psychological issues - perhaps there was a gas leak or some crazy chemical making us think weird shit, so I'm still questioning what happened - but my wife absolutely believes we were living in a haunted house and having sex with ghosts.
Farfetched - crazy, and I'm shaking my head while writing all of this.
In the picture, the short haired lady is the one that seemed the most interested in my wife, the one in the middle with her legs spread seemed very interested in me - and I'm not 100% sure who the woman on the end (right) is - a sister? She almost looks related to the one in the middle. Anyway - all the weirdness stopped when we moved out. No more dreams etc.
So - don't be mean please, I know it all sounds pretty fucked up and unbelievable - I mean ffs I don't even believe it when I think about it but I do know something weird was happening in that house.

Although I am happily married, three years ago I had a wild, kinky and passionate affair............ with my younger sister! At the time I was 51 and Christine was 47. I still can't believe what I did, what we did as I would have bet my bottom dollar on it never happening. We are a normal respectable family, one older brother then me and then our Christine. We're not teenagers nor are we stupid. We've always been close as Christine doesn't like our Brother's arrogance, so has little to do with him. For quite a few months I had been suffering with back pain and my wife was constantly on at me to go see our Doctor. After an MRI scan it was discovered that a nerve was touching my spine and my Doc suggested physio. And that is how it all started. You see Christine is a physiotherapist, sports injuries being her specialists field. So off I went to little Sister's house for some treatment. A few sessions of exercise, vibration pads and massage resulted in a big improvement in the pain. After the 5th session, Chris offered me a full massage to rid me of "any knots, aches and tension." So the next day I turned up at Chris's. My youngest niece was at school and her other 2 kids were at work. The massage table was all set up, the oils and towels ready and Chris was even dressed in her work outfit of tunic and trousers. Now let me take this moment to describe how we look, I am nearly 6ft, stocky and quite muscly. Chris is about 5ft 2" , slim but with big boobs especially given her build (they developed after the birth of her eldest) So Chris tells me to strip off and she disappeared out of the room. She came back in and told me that included my boxer's. I then climbed onto the table face down as instructed, totally naked. Chris placed a towel over my bottom and the massage began. Toes, feet, calfs then my thighs were massaged with oil..... All very nice, very relaxing. Eventually Chris massaged my bum removing one side of the towel and then the other massaging each bum cheek in turn. Now I can't say if it was intentional or not, but on at least four occasions for a fleeting second Chris's fingers touched my arsehole, anus, rectum.... Whatever you want to call it. Nothing was said by either of us so the massage continued, lower back, spine, shoulders and neck. Now I love to be stroked and touched by my wife, it is a turn on, but this was my sister that was making me feel good with her stroking. I was getting erect, in fact it was the biggest hardest erection i could possibly get. I'm a big boy and well endowed but at that moment any arrogance that I'd shown over the years with various women when they saw my big dick for the first time came back to haunt me as Chris told me to turn over. I hesitated and I think she knew why as she told me it was a normal reaction she'd experienced hundreds of times so it wasn't a problem. I slowly turned over, my hard on pressed against my belly so fucking rigid. I looked at Chris and she just glanced at it as she rubbed more oil into her hand. I lay there with my swollen dick nudging my belly button and my sister massaging my legs. Chris worked her way up my body, massaging my thighs being very careful not to touch my dick but at the same time getting very close which just added to the tension i was experiencing. No matter what I tried to think about my erection just wouldn't go down. Chris continued massaging my stomach, arms and chest but I couldn't work out if she was looking at my dick or her having sight of an erection was indeed very normal in her in her day to day work. Eventually Chris finished my massage and I was still hard. She went into the kitchen and I heard her washing the oil off her hands. I gave my dick a couple of flicks only to have it slap back against my belly. I jerked it a few times hoping to relieve some of the tension that was building up in my groin. I still lay on the table deciding what to do next when Chris walked back in. She looked at my still rock hard cock and asked if I was going to be "alright with that." I mumbled something about getting my wife to sort me out later when Chris said that some people had been left alone and masturbated to relieve themselves. The conversation was getting embarrassing on my part but Chris remained very matter of fact. She handed me a box of tissues and went back into the kitchen and I heard her switch the kettle on. My cock was throbbing as I gripped the shaft and started to jerk my length. Within a minute Chris came back in and I stopped but I could tell she knew what I'd been doing. She came over to where I was lying and kept looking at me then my cock and then me again. The tension was almost unbearable when she asked me why had i stopped. I mumbled that it wasn't right and I was embarrassed. She took hold of my hand and placed it back on my dick and as she did so she leaned forward and ran her tongue across my balls. Chris looked at me and paused, her tongue just inches from my sac. She smiled and told me to "do it." I jerked my dick and Chris licked my balls. I then stopped and so did Chris. I wanked Cris licked, I stopped and so did Chris. I wanted to Cum but my Sister licking my balls was very wrong. Chris sensing my reluctance took matters into her own hands and started to suck on my aching balls, chewing them in a way that my wife couldn't or wouldn't. It was such a good feeling that I began wanking in time with Chris's licking. I was turned on and I needed to cum. Chris was by now moaning quietly as she went to town on my bollocks. I'm sorry to say that given how turned on I'd been i lasted only a few minutes before I came all over my belly. Chris carried on working my balls until she saw that is what my hard on subside. She smiled but quickly left the room and I heard her close the kitchen door as she left the house. Out of embarrassment now that my passion was spent i got dressed and also left. How was I expected to just carry on with my life when I'd let my Sister make me cum. How was Chris going to react the next time I saw her? What a fucked up situation I'd gotten myself into!!!!!........

I have cheated on my fiancee.

I am in my late 30s, successful career, and I have been engaged to him for seven years now. We both agreed to take our careers to the next level, before getting married, but enough is enough. He is still loving, our sex is great, and I do not feel unsatisfied sexually, even though I am not sure how truthful that is, since I am here. But, he just stopped talking about marriage, and everything that goes with it, and those things might not be as important for a man, but as a woman, I feel my biological clock ticking.

I have this colleague, he is not working in my office, but I know him from our college days, and the nature of our work brings our paths together often. We even had a kind of a fling in college, which ended up in fooling around on few occasions, and him giving me head, and me not reciprocating in orderly fashion (I did give him a handjob once or twice), but when our paths crossed again, he was a different man. From shy, awkward kid from the countryside, he became this confident, good looking man, who does everything right - you can see he is working out, his fashion taste is on point, and he charms his way through life, seducing everything and everyone around him. To sum it up, he is a player, a married player.

So, for years, he has, in a charming way, hinted that he would love me to "return him a favor", something like that, even when we are in a group. When asked what kind of favor, he would smirk and answer - something work related.

If I am being honest to myself, it did cross my mind, not the return of the favor per se, but, it has crossed my mind how he looks good, how I understand what other women see in him, but not me, not me.

So, we had this pre-Christmas guild association party, we have every year, and he was there, as all the others from his office, as well as from mine. As the night progressed, he approached me, and, in retrospect, I could swear he felt weakness in me, I cant explain it in any other way.

He was complimenting me, how I look stunning, how my dress is perfect, even though, other women my age would have problems to pull off something that tight, but not me, not with my figure. He was touching my shoulder, casually, while we were laughing to his jokes (I was laughing genuinely, he is a funny guy), told me my hair looks amazing, and that he was always a sucker for brunettes. I wanted to be cheeky, and replied - why did you marry a blonde then?

"I have married her, but I still think about you, and your debt, whenever I am alone with my thoughts."

I blushed, and got really confused. Before I could react, he took me by the hand and told me, he has something to show me.

He took me to an empty office, and locked the door. I wanted him to take me.

But he didnt, not in that way. He kissed me, and gently pressured my shoulders down. A moment later, I was on my knees, with him inside my mouth. It was different, from anything I have ever experienced. He was rough, pulled my hair, started thrusting all the way in, which was unpleasant, called me names. No one has ever treated me like that. I hated it, but at the same time, I was soaking wet, wanted him to take me, waiting for him to get me up, and just fuck me.

Instead, he continued, and not long after, came on my face. He gave me his handkerchief, and pinched me on my cheek.

"Lets get back, before people start asking questions"

I came back home, ashamed, oh, so ashamed. I still look at my fiancees eyes. It was a mistake, a big one.

But two things still haunt me.

First, I have never been that horny, like I was during that thing.

Second, I cannot stop thinking about it, thus, this confession. And when I do, I feel disgust and excitement, at the same time.

Last week my good friend and I were working together and he needed to run errands in town. Town is far so he knew he and his wife would be gone a few hours. We were watching a movie on his laptop so he said I was welcome to browse through and pick something else while he was gone. He left and i finished the movie while still working. Once it was over I did a quick search at the bottom for mp4s and not that many results showed up. They all had long strings of letters for names you know, untitled. Except one. It said "just me" and I clicked on it. His wife waved at the screen and began dancing and I looked down and saw the video was over ten minutes long so surely this led somewhere good. It was a video of his wife, im assuming stripping. I closed the window after just a few seconds and immediately felt guilty for it to be in the recently viewed folder.... fuck! I felt bad but horny as hell too. The other nine or ten videos in the search had thumbnails, upon close inspection, of them fucking or more stripping. I found a movie and put it on and got back to work hoping to forget it. But I couldnt. Every time i saw her washing dishes or sweeping or doing anything i noticed her beautiful body. Her ass, which I'd never noticed before seemed unusually plump and perfect in her tight jeans. Her small firm tits through the big arm holes in her cutoff sleeve t-shirt. I had never noticed any of this before and all the sudden it was like I was being teased. In front of everyone. Surely not. Play it cool you're not into your best friend's wife. Shes like a sister to you. I try to look away but her tight tummy with belly button sticking out of the t-shirt is too much. I can just make out the stubble of freshly shaven pubes peaking out the top of her too-tight jeans. I didnt watch the video, not even skipping theough to the good bits real quick, and now. Now i am haunted by it. Someday i will find a way to sneakily copy his hard drive, and on that day I will see his wife in all her glory, and I will fap so hard the ground shakes and the cum will blast forth as if from a cannon.

This is a true story and one that was been haunting me for quite sometime.

When I was nine years old my babysitter raped me. My parents would often go out for dinners and parties on the weekdays when I was a kid and they would always ask our next-door neighbor, Jack, to watch me when they were out. Jack and I had a lot of fun together he was a really good guy, he was on the football team, and honors roll. But one day we were playing hide and go seek and I decided to hide in the basement.

I ran downstairs to out basement that doubled as a study and a library. There was one desk in the middle of the room, which my mother always liked to keep candles on to read by. I dove under the desk giggling to myself thinking jack would never find me. Jack took awhile to come down stairs and when he finally did I fell silent and held my breath as he began to search the basement. When he finally looked under the desk I realized that he was not wearing any clothing.

He found me and looked at me with the most suggestive eyes I’d ever seen. I was too scared to scream but at the same time comforted by them. Jack then ripped me out from under the desk and through me on top of it. He started tearing away at my clothing trying to get to my naked body. I wanted him to stop and in an effort to get him off of me I hit him with a candle. Jack was determined to have me though and continued to strip me.

But then my parents came home and heard my yells. My mom got scared and said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air

I begged and pleaded with her the other day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it

First class, yo this is bad, Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of bel-air livin like, Hmm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.