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!

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

I confess that I'm so ugly. Wherever I go people offer me their children because they assume I'm a pedophile. Or somehow know I only have a nine inch cock, and therefore must be. And other reasons. Like drug dealers not liking me because I'm not a good customer, but I was born with some braindamage so cannot tolerate their product, they're using their powers and shit on me maybe.

Well it's quite painful sometimes being attacked because people have been dialed up by trouble. And I can't afford to reprogram whole towns myself.

Annoys me a bit, cos I don't even plan to go near a woman not for a long time until my career is the way it should be, I have a low tolerance to distractions, and I don't mind waiting for that special one, but only when I can support them, don't want to end up with someone telling us what to do, not my style. I think alot of my random injuries I wake up with may be related.

Are there magic words I can say to uncurse this predicatment. Sometimes I think I need to do more than just remain silent grumpy.

Don't forget the promise Master. It is os boring without our mischief isn't it? Don't be grumpy when You can do all sorts of things besides work

Niece is grumpy? Anyone know why ?

My wife was so shy and vanilla when we met nearly two decades ago. But once a woman has been bred, they change completely. Not just physically, but mentally.

The physical changes are obvious. Saggy and blown out body, the pride of a woman who has fulfilled its ultimate purpose in life. Staring at themselves in the mirror, realizing they've been reduced to mere breeding stock? Definitely gets to their heads, and in a very good way if handled properly.

It can be confusing for them, at first. Their minds tell them it is "wrong" or "slutty", but their bodies are screaming for more. And since experiencing childbirth? Their fuckholes can take a lot more abuse. That's when the fist comes into play. You start off with 2-3 fingers, then casually shove in the 4th while she's enjoying herself. Her body will be too caught up in pleasure to even say anything. Then, the 5th finger, and eventually the entire hand.

They quickly realize what's going on. I still remember when my wife asked me in shock,

"What are you doing Daddyyyy?"
"What does it feel like I'm doing, slut?"
"Putting your hand inside of me. Oh FUCK"

Then, the orgasm. The orgasm from being fisted is even more powerful and intense than you think. That's when you command them to keep cumming, do not stop cumming under any circumstances. Harder. Give me more.

Their minds are completely blank and vacuous, a total out of body experience for them as the pleasure completely overwhelms and short circuits their little brains. The result? The slut's body obeys its master's command. Every time.

Combine intense and overwhelming multiple minute long orgasms with 3-5 loads of cum a day? A woman ceases to be a woman and becomes a full blown fuckpig.

The woman that was too shy and vanilla? That would never do anything nasty like that?

This is the result. They embrace the fact that they are dumb, chubby fuckpigs. Meant for nothing more than pleasing cock and being bred. Look how proud and shameless this one is. I've even trained it to oink and squeal when it orgasms.

It took a few years, but I'm very proud of my nasty fuckpig of a wife. Piggies get very hungry, it's important to feed them at least once a day or they get grumpy and emotional. Jack off in their mouths so they can drink the cum they so desperately need to unfog their brains. Now, this woman is fulfilling its ultimate and true purpose. Not just being bred, but serving cock. It happily drinks cum, takes it in the ass, rims her Daddy, and mindlessly follows and obeys my every command.

Once I'm done breeding it and the kids have grown and left the nest? I will be whoring the fuckpig out, constantly. Once we're in our late 40s and older, I'll be sharing her with whoever I see fit. Especially the younger guys that are in need of an easy hole, and some mentoring. See how to treat a woman, and perhaps train their very own fuckpig.

You can turn any woman into a fuckpig. Just takes time, patience, firm leadership, and of course an overwhelming amount of breeding and cum.

Grumpy feminist. wwyd?

I'm tired of people spamming the boards and/or hiding behind proxies to insult the admins. I've tightened the technical measures even further to prevent this bullshit.

Don't post links to sites that make you money. Don't use a URL shortner to obfuscate your links. Don't link to passworded RAR files.

If you're using a proxy, good luck posting. If you get banned, it's because you didn't follow these rules.

*grumble grumble grumble grumpy admin grumble* :)

Let me start by first mentioning that my father was raised in an incestuous family before marrying and having two kids (myself and my little brother). My mother knows nothing of that part of his past, nor of the love i shared with him.

I had been expirementing with my brother and two cousins (one boy one girl) since we were little; from 'show me yours i'll show you mine' to rubbing the heads of their dicks on our clits (yeah, we were horny lil kids).

We had been swiping our uncle's 'nudie deck' from his room and would try to copy what the people on the cards were doing. I would always think the women were so pretty, and thought how badly i wanted to be like one of them, enjoying themselves like that, but whenever we wanted to try penetration, the boys would say their penises felt too sensitive, so that never occured, but oral play & grinding made up most of the time we shared at family reunions.

My parents married early, one of those "omg im pregnant, let's get married so it's not born out of wedlock" situations. But overall they were wonderful together, but as work demanded more of my mother, she was doing night shifts and was never around. With her never around to see us our father had to pick up the slack and play 'super-dad' during the day, with mom arriving at our bedtime usually in a grumpy mood.

After dinner the three of us (me, bro, dad) would always sit down to watch a movie before bedtime. My brother would always want to sit as close to the TV as possible, and Dad would always lay behind me cuddled up on the couch.

I don't remember exactly how or when it happened, but my father started placing his dick between my thighs. He taught me how to stroke him with my thighs while he would grab my hips and thrust (sometimes his head would rub against my clitoris). My brother never noticed us, and he would have me go fetch a towel when he would get close to climax (at the time i had no clue why he needed a towel). But i knew that what we were doing was enjoyable for both of us. And i felt that as long as no one was being hurt, and both of us were enjoying ourselves, i saw no reason to stop these bonding moments with my father.

Three months later we had been down at the river all day so everyone was nice and tuckered out, ready for that one last movie before bed. Dad called me into his room, and i bounded inside to see him sitting on his bed with something in his hand. He was holding the deck of cards, "I found these in your room" i remember his voice sounding so steady, not embarassed to find them at all. So i came clean. I told him about how we would take them, and try and copy them, i was so scared i was going to get in HUGE trouble.

He smiled and shook his head a little before asking me to come in for a hug. He then explained to me that all of that is a natural curiosity, he had done it when he was a kid, in fact his whole family did; and not be ashamed or scared of the curiosity, that we could ask him and mom anything, anytime. I hugged him so tightly, i was so happy that he wasn't mad. When i let go he asked me if i would like to try some of these cards with him and the rest of the family? I of course agreed.

We called my brother into the room, and at first he freaked (saw the cards) but we explained to him, everything was fine, and what we had just talked about. So we flipped the first card, it was a woman giving oral. So i took my brother into my mouth with my father's eyes glued on me. When it was my father's turn i could barely fit him in my mouth. Hard as i tried i just couldn't get past his head, i felt so awful, unable to take my father in me, i felt like i had let him down so much i just wanted to cry.

He saw my sadness and said that it's okay, something like that would take a very long time before i was ready for it, and it was hastey of him to try and push me so fast. So he hugged me again, and told us to hold on to the deck of cards and to bring them out anytime we wanted to play. So we hid the cards, and went to the living room where our movie was waiting, and i gladly welcomed my father's member between my thighs. This time he actually came all over my thighs and got a bit on the blanket covering us. i had no clue what was on me, but knew to get a towel.

These wonderful afternoons continued for almost a month (never used the cards again though), until the divorce happened. My mother's job demanded her to relocate to a different state, (not saying which one but it rhymes with plexus) She had also met a man online that she had been setting up a fling with, so things were starting to fall apart. Meanwhile my father had made the ultimate sacrifice and took the blame on a crime for a friend (claimed it was a misdemeanor), which resulted in a five year sentencing (yikes!!) so my mother saw it fit to divorce him and try and severe all connections we had with him.

Since then, i still stay avidly in contact with my father, but never having the opportunity to talk to him face to face and especially alone. He gets out next year, but possibly by this holiday season if his behavior remains good (c'mon dad i know you can) But i worry that maybe his thoughts have changed since then, (im hoping not) i still love my father with all my heart, and all i want is him back in my life.

my my fantasy keeps on existing.. that my sadistic Master keeps His eyes on me even when He keeps me hungry for Him. That dom said that i need permission from my Master for him to ruin me and have a play together with his slave. We never done that and I know my Master have been craving that trouble for me. To give me to someone who will use me like proper toy, He even gets happy when someone use my throat so badly. And for me well i get the taste of corruption of innocence where i get all shy but can’t resist the desire to please my Master and desire to feel what He takes time to craft for me. And torment when another man touches me and not my Master. So my Lord you keep me hungry like that. And another desire came along that i like all your moods and somehow when You say You will make me feel better soon.. somehow now I want and crave You to make decisions about my sensations. And that desire for punishment went further.. i just get cheeky and… 
will my Master forget His effort and how much just that made me happy and not accept my offer for His fantasy like this and my opportunity? 
is it soo bad if i crave to let your grumpy mood play with Your toy and relax my Master after hard month?  And how bad is the desire to be at Your feet me as me all raw and opened for it, craving my place? So very bad Devil?
its not overly a tease more like my submission up high as You poked so many new cravings and i bet molded my behavior .. meeting them in afternoon here at my place 

I just love when I can get my girl in the mood after having an argument. She's all mad and grumpy but when we lay down, I just start sliding my hand down her shorts and find out that she's not wearing any panties so I slide my middle finger up and down. She looks at me like I'm crazy of course but she's knows what I'm doing though she still asks. I find it kinky when she asks what I'm doing like she's innocent and shit lol after I get that pussy going, I proceed to go down on her and kiss those beautiful thighs and using my hands to slide up and down in spots I kissed. I like to take my time when I eat that pussy because I'm a gentleman like that. ;)