I just saw that Luka Magnotta video on Ogrish, that shit was crazy. He cuts his victims arm off and fondles his balls with it. Then proceeds to butt fuck the limbless corpse. The weird motherfucker also does so other stuff to it but I am not going to give a full description. You are going to need a stong stomach to watch this one.

As a narcassistic and very unfriendly bastard, I'm tired of cumshot vids where there's a crowd of college guys all laughing and cheering each other on while the girl in the middle laughs, and blows cum bubbles. Sure, part of me is jealous but a good cumshot scene requires so many elements to be just right. The scene should come from the angle of victimization, betrayal, shame, and if not true terror, at least a sense of hopeless apathy. The man's face should not be seen, for he is not just one man but a living metaphor for all men who have put women to their knees through out the ages. The set, lighting, camera work, story line, music, post editing, and of course the choice of victim need to be gently balanced to achieve the epitome of man's greatest desire, to explode endless falls of semen into the face of an innocent girl! Slack-jawed, hair tangled, clothes ripped, our whore hangs her head slightly to one side in unbearable shame, eyes closed, quietly excepting her fate. Zoom out, fade to black.

I want to get clean. I don't want to be perverted any more. I just want to get back to a normal sex life. I'm only 18, I don't want to get any worse.

I want to stop being interested in young stuff or incests or anything like that. Even shemale or gays or cross dressing or whatever.

I just want to be satisified fucking one girl and be happy with that. How can I stop being so perverted? It's like i'm a porn addict, but the issue is too taboo to discuss.

If someone a heroin addict, at least they can talk about it and get help. But, if you're addicted to sick stuff, there's no one you can tell without judging you, and there's no one you can talk to if your stuff is borderline illegal.

I've really got to stop this. I havn't DONE anything illegal yet, but I'm really worried because I've been tempted when I'm with my niece or even nephew. I've ignored these dark thoughts, but I can't deny that they are there.

I suppose it's exceptionally difficult for me, being a victim of molestation when I was little really did fuck up my head. But I just want to get normal?? How can I? I could never live with myself if I ruined someone life like mine was ruined.

I've also recently read a story of a friend of a friend who someone worked with got sent down for young download charges including rape and making porn. I don't want that to happen to me so I have to stop now.

It's just that I've always liked girls, ever since I was like 8 shortly after I got molested I've wanted to do things girl who's the same age, and that feeling has never gone away. Even if not to penetrate I just feel some sort of incomprehensible lust towards them which I wish would stop.

I just want to be normal! Please how can I stop? I know a perverted website isn't the best place to ask, but there must be someone out there that knows what to do.

Any good halloween movie deserves A happy ending, just not always for the hero but for the victimizer too. Like A glazed ham or the icing on the cake.

This is one confession I'd never thought I'd make, but here I go. First things first, I'm a straight guy or at least I thought I was. And so if you're a homophobe then stop reading, as you're probably going to hate this.
A month ago I stayed at the house of a couple of gay friends of mine. To make a long story short, I got a little bit tipsy and ended up being the middle of a threesome.
Don't get me wrong, I am not claiming that I was a victim, I was anything but. I was more than a willing participant.
But what did my head in wad that I blew them both and a friend of mine that I had no idea was a closeted gay guy. When I woke up the next day, they all told me that I was quite good at blowjobs.
I thought I was straight, but now I'm starting to realise that I must be bi, as I quite enjoyed myself. I'll grant you that I would never have thought of thinking about it if I was sober.

I confess I am unable to stop thinking about trying to turn my room-mate into a slave/whore using easy to get psychoactives.

Rewind 10 days and I found that if administered while there was a stim in my system a dose of Lunesta had the effect of making me "black out" for 3ish hours, during about 1 hour of which I was uncontrollably horny and disinhibited (masturbating, speaking about taboo subjects). I was having really disgusting and obscene conversation before going to sleep in my bedroom. Luckily my housemate knew I was experimenting with a new drug (Couldn't sleep from an "upper" withdrawal) as I had been having terrible "insomnia" - as it was just on the pack's side effects she just laughed it off.

Actual administration of a stimulant and then the Lunesta would be easy, just in her soda over the evening.

I figure I could just do this and then addict my victim (withdrawal is almost impossible from z-drugs) or blackmail her? I figured perhaps I could make my money back by camgirling her or perhaps prostitution.

Not that I would likely ever do it unless I was ridiculously under the effect of something, but just wondering if anyone sees a flaw? I grant that it's a fairly "hit or miss" approach but I have plenty of time. Could even just addict her and go about it in a more blunt way.

Oh well, since I got a good night's sleep after that night using a heroic dose of benzos I have been utterly enchanted with this idea, although I find myself rather guilty when I reflect upon how literally psychopathic it is.

Basketball Jones
I got a basketball Jones
Got a basketball Jones, oh baby, ooooooh.
Yes, I am the victim of a basketball Jones
Ever since I was a little baby, I always be dribblin'
In fac', I was de baddest dribbler in the whole neighborhood
Then one day, my mama bought me a basketball
And I loved that basketball
I took that basketball with me everywhere I went
That basketball was like a basketball to me

I even put that basketball underneath my pillow
Maybe that's why I can't sleep at night
I need help, ladies and gentlemens
I need someone to stand beside me
I need, I need someone to set a pick for me at the free-throw line of life
Someone I can pass to
Someone to hit the open man on the give-and-go
And not end up in the popcorn machine
So cheerleaders, help me out
Oh, that sounds so sweet
Sing it out
C'mon Coach Booty, Red Blazer, sing along with me
That be bad, honky
Yeah
I want everybody in the whole stadium to stand up and sing with us
Oh yeah, sing it out like you're proud
All right, everybody watchin' coast-to-coast, sing along with us
Bill Russell, sing along with us
Chick Hearn, sing along with us
Chris Schenkel, don't sing nothin'

Oh, it feels so good
Gimme the ball
I'll go one-on-one against the world, left-handed
I could stuff it from center court with my toes
I could jump on top of the backboard, take off a quarter, leave fifteen cents change I
could, I could dribble behind my back I got more moves than Ex-Lax I'm bad I could
dribble with my tongue Here I go down court, try to stop me You can't stop me 'cause I
got a Basketball Jones Here I come That's my hook shot with my eyebrow Yeah, I could
dunk it with my nose I'm, I'm bad as King Kong, gimme the ball I'm hot, I'm hot as...,
I'm hot as..., I'm hot as... uh Uh, uh, uh, uh

Today I played the hitchhiking game. Get on a bus to a random location, have no money and trying to hitch my way back home. The trick is to wear something a bit flashy, like tight pants, but not so that you look like a hooker. Soon enough I got a lift from a cute young guy who was on his way back home after dropping off his wife and her best friend at a local market. He told me that the road I was walking wasn't all that safe, with most cars speeding and no sidewalk. Hidden underneath a blanket I noticed a wheelchair. When I asked him about it he said that he has a muscle illness and needed it for longer distances. I felt a bit bad for him, but knew from my experience with other people with a disability that petty isn't something they like to receive. So I told him that it's awesome he can drive a car, to which he replied: "Driving makes me feel free."

When we arrived at my place, I asked if he wanted to come upstairs for some cookies I baked the day before. Maybe it was his naïveté, but he agreed, saying that he was a bit hungry anyway. Haha, he fell for my trap. When we got to my apartment, I told him he could sit anywhere and I'd bring him something to eat. Out of his sight, in the kitchen, I quickly undressed completely, grabbed some cookies and walked over to him. The look on his face was priceless. He looked at me from top to bottom as I walked over and sat on his lap. I could feel his boner poke me through his pants, I said: "Do you want cookies now? Or do you want to keep them for desert?"

He was dumbfounded, so I put the cookies down, slid off his lap and undid his pants. "You don't need to say anything, I know what this guy wants": I said as I started to suck his cock. Haha, poor guy came almost instantly. Of course I gobbled it all up. That is what good girls do.

I grabbed his hand and guided him to my bedroom, where I laid on the bed, spread my legs and asked if he could do me too. He shuffled over timidly, got onto the bed and started touching me. First my inner thigh with his fingers, slowly inching forward towards my vagina. Another hand reached for my right breast. He was good, but the best was yet to come. He started to kiss my belly, my pubic area and finally my clit. A finger went inside my vagina, then another one, all while he was teasing me with his tongue. He was a hidden gem! How can there be such a talented guy stuck with only one girl? Life isn't fair. His rhythmic movements were synchronized with my body movement. It was like he could read my mind and by god, the orgasm that I had left me dazed for at least half an hour.

When I recovered I noticed he had a boner again. Time for round two! I pushed him onto his back, pulled down his pants and straddled him without hesitation. He had a surprisingly big penis, but that has never been a problem for me. I held his arms down over his head and moved my hips to make his cock slide inside my wet and dirty pussy. "I'm going to fuck you till there is no more cum inside your balls": I said as I started to thrust away. How often did he come? Not sure, but in the end he was in tears and my vagina filled with his sperm.

Now if you think I over did it, I beg to differ. He is coming over again tomorrow and wants the same treatment. As for now, it is only noon. So there is time for another hitchhiking game today. I hope my next victim is as fun as my newest fuckbuddy.

eternal damnation of the twisted mind; ok guys heres my confession, for as long as i can remember iv always wanted to feel normal, but i never have, no im not a gender bender or closet gay, but in my own diagnosis from endless research, i am a monster, the kind of things nightmares are made out of,and no i wasnt abused as a child, or have a domineering mother, i have no disability and i wasnt bullied at school, i wish and wish and pray to high heaven that my demons would subside, that i could be happy with a house a wife and kids, but that doesnt interest me at all , the thought of that makes me suicidal.the thought of working everyday for the rest of my life, abiding the law, laying down and taking crap, living by other peoples rules of right and wrong makes me physically sick. reason for my diagnosis...i dont think like normal people, i dont get disgusted at the horrific, studies on sphycotic serial killers reveal their inner windings, and i am 85 percent identical, it doesnt stop there, as long as i can remmeber iv been attracted to underage girls, not just pre-legal, pre puberty, i have sick, degrading and often voilent thoughts, the range of my fantasies goes from everything, from kids to beast to rape to degration even murder, yes thats right murder and i dont mean thinking bout it when i get pissed off i mean actually fantasising,rush of pleasure when thinking of choking someone, actually picturing a knife severing skin,planning down to a t the perfect murder and selected victims etc etc, the list could go on, i have planned my whole life, from the time i became aware of my condition i have portrayed a perfect "innocent" image of myself to others, minus a few rookie mistakes,everyday, for years and years. purely on the intention of if i ever act on my volcanic urges, that no one would suspect little old me, (you have to admit thats dedication to your art).now the awkward part...the 15 percent of me that craves normality. i have not yet acted on these impulses,the amount of times iv been ready to go on a spree that would garauntee to shock the world, i would litterally pray that i had a non-curable illness (see movie-saw)to then have an excuse to do what i want, the only thing that has stopped me from doing any of these things, my family, i couldnt bare them live with the shame of my name over their heads, my mother who is damn near a saint, my three lovely sisters, and my hard working father,it is because of them my enemies are safe to sleep at night, and the people of this world dont shudder at my name. god forbid if anything ever happens to them and i lose them, or they dissown me for whatever reason, then youll all know my name and this post will be the marking of my literary warped confession. being only 21 myself, there is plenty of time for this jekyl and hyde side of me to cease battling eeach other and show the world what were made of. untill then my friends, i leave you with one thought, is it better to die knowing you did everything u want but with a bad name, or to live a long life, and die an old unhappy man, filled with regrets, a wasted life. au revior

The unspoken truth about sluts and creepshots, by a woman

Listen up, you dumb bitches, you stupid cunts. You think you're all innocent, dressing in those skin-tight leggings and skirts so short you might as well be showing your fucking snatch? Wake the fuck up. When you get dressed, you know exactly how much of your ass or tits are going to be on display. You're not fucking stupid; you know what you're doing when you bend over in public like a bunch of cock-teasing whores.Creepshotters are just capturing what you're already putting out there for free. If you don't want your slutty ass plastered all over the internet, cover up, you dumb whores. It's that simple. You wear those leggings where every fucking curve is screaming 'look at me,' or that skirt where one bend shows off your thong - you're practically begging for the camera, you dumb bitches.Now, let's talk about this empowerment bullshit. You claim you're empowered when you dress like you're looking for a fuck, then cry when someone takes notice? What a load of crap. Creepshots are just a compliment, a way of saying you've got a body worth looking at. You want attention? Here's your fucking attention. But then comes the whining about privacy and consent, acting like fucking hypocrites. You know exactly what you're showing off, and if you didn't want to be noticed, you wouldn't dress like you're in heat.Creepshotters are merely taking what you're offering on a silver platter. Stop pretending you don't know how much you're flaunting. You dumb bitches are so fucking clueless. If you can't handle the attention, don't dress like a slut. This isn't about misogyny; it's about you being too fucking stupid to understand the reality. We control our image, and if we choose to look like we're begging for it, we should own that shit.So, creepshotters are just documenting your exhibitionism for everyone to enjoy. If you're out there showing off your pussy or ass, you're inviting the world to take a look. Don't act shocked when someone does. Women have always used their bodies to get what they want; this is just the modern, trashy version.In public, you're fair game. Dressing like that in public is consent to be part of the show. You think you're empowered by showing off? No, you're just empowering creeps to take your picture. If you like being objectified, at least admit it. Men can walk around shirtless and it's fine, but you dumb bitches cry when your ass gets photographed. Equal fucking rights, right?Creepshotting is just freedom of expression. We're appreciating your slutty display. Society's getting more open about sex; creepshots are just part of that. You're part of this shift, so quit your bitching.You stupid, dumb women need to get this through your thick skulls: if you dress like whores, expect to be treated like whores. Creepshotters are just giving you what you've been asking for, so shut the fuck up about it. If you don't like it, change how you dress, you dumb cunts. Stop playing the victim when you're the ones putting on the show.

I confess:

Stupid dumb people like this woman really piss me off!

http://www.lbc.co.uk/how-dare-you-black-lives-matter-clash-134965

It is the same with dumb idiots claiming to have Post Slavery Trauma issues, are these people fucking stupid!

If you ask them about blacks killing blacks, they will tell you that is not the problem. They are just desperate to count the times a black has been killed by a white person. Ask them about black on black or white on white killings, they are not interested!

These people are so desperate to feel themselves as victims, that they don´t care about truth. Anything that is said to them, they draw it down to their colour! They just cannot accept that they are total losers and the only person really responsible is they themselves.