i confess my co worker jill looks just like porn star madison parker. i jack off to jill 3 times per day. she's a young mother of twins which turns me on even more. she brought the kids to the office and was playing with them by showing them how to bounce up and down on one of those giant workout balls. she had tight jeans on which spread her ass cheeks and i nearly exploded in my pants at the site. she's really into her marriage and would never cheat on her hubby, even though she gets irritated at him, but this is nearly unbearable being around her. she MUST pick up on my sexual energy, i would think...

I confess that I cast a spell to win the lottery but found a treasure instead…
 It was not but before yesterday. The lottery jackpot was outrageously high. I had attempted earlier with my girlfriend to produce enough loosh to manifest some winning numbers. We yielded no positive results for lottery but I enjoyed our endeavors. 
 I knew if we were to stand a chance of creating any real Sex Magik, we would need more willing bodies. People that entertained a certain type of magical thinking. Likely of the Cluste-B variety..
 I created a new profile on a popular alternative hook-up app. The profile pics were nothing particularly spectacular, but I thought they communicated a certain air of a couple that were secure with themselves. The bio though, was a simple short blurb advertising my intent. I didn’t fuck around with straight couples or bullshit bicurious single males. I wanted cock and pussy. I was going to have a fucking full swap or an orgy.
 The bio detailed my plan. All participants agree upon a shared set of lottery numbers. We then set upon each other with carnal lust and the appropriate Will and invoke our manifestation. “Should we fail to produce the lottery numbers”, I penned, “we would still win in the end”.
 The last part was an extremely dry joke but it was brought up later. 
 I actually received quite a few responses but most were single men. Eventually I received a message from a person I will call Jack. Jack had wife named Jill. Jack started sending me pictures faster than I could send mine back. I was afraid I wasn’t sending enough of my gf and too many of my cocklet and I. Jack didn’t mind though. Jack thought that was just fine.
 We set up a place for the four of us to meet. I always vet people out before I stick my dick into them or their’s into me. I have a sensitive barometer for people I fucking hate and so I like to sniff new prospects out before I take them home or to a hotel.
 I had cleared the entire thing with my girlfriend before I ever ran the add on the bio but given the small community we live in, and the troubles we have had before in finding swinging bi couples, she was very surprised at how fast I had arranged such a meeting. It made her nervous for the entire day.
 My gf and I arrived at the agreed meeting place before Jack and Jill. It wasn’t quite six in the evening but it was already dark. The other couple were more than fashionable late. My gf was practically frantic from the anxiety she felt. She usually feels some anxiety on the first meeting when we swing but this was extraordinary. It highly uncharacteristic of her.
 When they arrived I suggested we all just pile into my truck for the warmth. Jack and Jill were agreeable to that and we all climbed inside the cab. Jack liked my truck and tried to engage me a little on the topic of diesel engines and vehicle models like mine. I fained little knowledge. I was more interested in fucking his hole. I mean, his wife was okay, but I liked this man from the moment I smelled him. But I would soon cum to see how very much, Jack was absolutely insane.
 At first, there was some back and forth between the four of us but it would not be long before Jack would rise to dominate the conversation totally and I was in awe at the spectacle of him. He was a juggernaut that could not be stopped. Holy shit. He was a bit shorter than me and had a muscular build. Probably procured through hard work rather than lifting weights. He wore a fleece cap but I expected a cowboy hat. He a chiseled jaw with a cleft chin. He was very handsome.
 Jill was closer to our age. She was probably your typical bpd nympho. A body of about  average but very large breasts. Scandinavian with Irish maybe? Doesn’t really matter, she had large breasts. Very fuckable in my book. Her fantasies were very dark I think. Definitely lots of psychological damage. Large breasts though. Jack would tweak on her nipples as I sometimes managed to chime in. It was very distracting in the most delicious of ways. Did I mention that her breasts were rather large? She wanted dicks rubbing together inside her. Actually I wanted that, but I knew she would have enjoyed it.
 Jack wasn’t a total dick though. He had method to his maddness. As he attempted to dazzle my gf and I with his strange stories and exploits of himself he left small oppenings. He found out quite a bit more than I tried to let on. He was much more cleaver than one might initially assume by his antics.
 Jack began to regail us with stories of killing, incest, rape, sex torture, squirting, marijuana omnitopical, drugs, his construction career, his pro-rodeo career , his porn career,he was a veteran,  how he hated his mom (I guess?), more incest,his ties to mafia, the finer points of leather stitching and yet more incest.
 Also, he only bottemed unless, “the dude was a chick”. My girlfriend looked right at me as he said that. I knew what she was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. 
 Actually, I was thinking about something totally different than her. I had been watching far too many youtube videos about people psychological problems. I had found out what type of crazy people with traits like myself find appealing. Jack was prime specimen of what is supposed to get my juices flowing. I think that youtube is right. 
 With every story, my gf became more and more apprehensive. They mentioned god 11 times. She counted. Every other story was a burning red flag. “These people are fucking kray kray!”, she said to me without speaking. Sure, the story about the squirting sex slave and tarp over the matress seemed funny at fist. But they sorta lost my gf’s interest when the said they had to beat the shit out of her and take her to a mental hospital. Because they cared. Fucking A. The story of the justified homicide did not help. 
 I knew there was no way this was going past the initial meeting between us. It was a shame. I was not sure if anything this person said was true. Pathological lying is hallmark of people with narcissistic traits. But Jack was broken in way that seemed very familiar to me. It could very well be that every story he told was crafted based on his perception of what he thought I might find interesting. It could also be that most if not all of what he said is a close approximation of reality. Chaos fills the lives of the people with traumas. Jack lived in another world at any rate.  
 We finally parted ways after two hours of Jack’s fantastic stories. Neither my girlfriend or I thought it wise to persue them but I harbor deep regrets. Jack being either human typhoon with bpd or a psychotic narcissist, makes no difference to me. The damage is the same. The sex is probably the best I will never know. I don’t even know why it would be so great. But I think it would. People say that it is. Who am I to gainsay them?
 I wanted to win a billion a dollars but instead I found a person that beyond any treasure that could compare. A person so beautifuly tortured that only I could see the true worth of. A person that would not bore me. A person that would probably murder me. A person whose emotional dis-regulation riviled my own I think. Probably eclipsing it. I am sure every day with Jack would be a whirlwind of passion and near death experiences. 
 I confess this Jack, should you ever read this and recognize me, I would have rocked your world like no fucking other. I would have made you cum with every hole I have. I would have fucked every hole of yours. I would have played every crazy mind game you set up for me. I would have made every pore of yours drip sweet and I would have drained your fucking balls. I would have fucked your body, destroyed your mind and raped your sole. You would have fragmented into a dozen or more pieces inside your mind and I would have fucked every one of them. You could have beaten me until my body was bruised and my will was broken. I could have broken you. It would have been fun. I would have saved you from god. You could have joined me with the devil. We could have found refuge in each other’s holes.
 Fuckit, I still have your number…
 

I confess that a lot of the posts I make are 100% fiction. I am an erotic writer. I have the knack for writing just about anything. To prove it. Give me two names, their ages and the relationship between them, and I will write a very short little story about them. ie. (Jack 42, Jill 21, father/daughter) The more open you are with the ages, the more I tend to really get into it. Taboo is my style. So have go for it...

I love watching incest. It started in my teens, I had money and not many of my friends did. So we were playing Truth or Dare, which with us more like Dare of Dare. One of my friends bet Jack to make out with his sister Jill. Yes I'm using fake names.
They both said no way, So I said I'd give them each $50 to do it. They locked lips quicker then I could pull out my wallet. They made out and got really really into it, I watched and got more aroused then I ever had before.
So after that ever chance I got I tried to get my friends to do shit with their siblings. Some took more convincing then the others. But after a year the most I'd gotten was Matt getting the worlds shortest BJ from his younger sister.
Then Jack and Jill got into a fight and ended up breaking a picture window. Their father beat both their asses and said they had to pay for it. So I said I would give them the $100 towards it if they fucked each other in front of me. They said no and walked out on me. Two days they came back and said if I gave them $300 they'd do it.

There's a group of 8 of us. We've always been close. We met in college, kept together ever since. We're all nerds, simple rule... sex relieves stress.... no drama. Part of the group is a set of twins, Mike and Mary. Don't think dirty they didn't bang each other. Provided we only slept within the group and everyone was safe we were all good. It's college, we had parties, same rules. Sometimes you'd be part of it. Sometimes you'd watch. Looking back it was a mini swingers group, still is to be honest. Our spouses know... it's a "safe" hall pass.

That's not to say rules weren't broken. Most bjs were bare. On several occasions what started as a bj led to a lot more. But we kept it in the group. Halloween one year we decided to turn a "Jack and Jill" bathroom into a gloryhole. The house was a rental, so we bought a couple doors, cut the holes, added split covers, easy peasy. Lots of drinks, lots of stress relief. Mary's always been a legend for her oral and she was in heaven. She'd team up with Steph, great ass, and between them it'd be a hidden suck and fuck. Since Mary was in, Mike was out. He was cool just watching while he drank (Steph rode him HARD as a thank you). As the night wore on, more drinks, lots of swapping, different combos in and out. No one realized it until the next morning but in all the crazy Mary sucked off Mike. It was amusing to see each face as we realized it. Mary had passed out in the bathroom. Mike passed out on the bedroom floor. We're pretty sure both were too drunk to know So we did what any group would, we moved them and kept it quiet.

No drama. Been a close group over 20 years. Had the glory every year (new house, same doors). As spouses joined it was up to them to either be a part, or watch. Mike and Mary, always separate... I told my wife one night when she asked. She joked that maybe they weren't that drunk... who knows.