I confess I have a raging hard-on for my ex's sister. She's blonde, tall, with a perfect body. I jerk to her pictures every day but she will never date me because there is "too much history" between us. She's single and soo dirty I know the kind of guys she's attracted to, and what turns her on and her dirtiest fantasies. I want to find someone who is horny for a friend, sister or cousin and do a criss-cross like in "Strangers on a Train" but for sex. Get him to take her to a gloryhole where I'll be waiting, or get her so drunk and stoned she doesn't know what's going on and then I come in to tag-team with him. These are both fantasies of hers. Webcams and pictures of everything. I made a joke once when we were drinking together that I wanted to see her naked. She said theres already pics out there of her and if I ever found them she'd be at my mercy. She was kind of teasing but also half serious about it. The thought of having some pictures of her and then knocking at her door just drives me nuts. Which is why Im always here looking.

In high school, I had occassion to muff dive a girl I liked in a storage area near the gym. I had a key as I could get out of gym and do chores instead because I had asthma. She gave me Bjs in return.

She wouldn't let me fuck her, as she liked her BF at the time and esp. his car.

He found out (someone saw and wrote it in a bathroom stall with the time and place) and confronted me.

I told him the truth, he took one punch (hit me in the jaw) as the vice principle came around the corner.

He got suspended for a week and lost the car for month.

She started seeing someone else, and when I graduated, the yearbook people put the nickname "Captain Quiff" in as a joke about this affair.

She still lives in my hometown, and cross paths on ocassion but we only smile knowingly and nod as was pass

Beyond the Horizon

Part 1

One of the lessons you learn after years of driving is that at some point or another, you’re going to experience the pain of repetition and predictability. Even when I first started off on the journey, I never had a destination in mind. It’s like as soon as I sat down and closed the door, it was getting hazy. It’s apparent to me now that from the moment I turned that old key and fired her up I was totally unsure of to exactly where I thought I was going. Driving is one of my greatest pleasures. There’s a sincere innocence in the act of driving. I lost sight of much of that, and from time to time I wasn’t sure if I was even in control. From a certain perspective the relationship between the machine and it’s controller breaks down, and it can become objectively difficult to distinguish which is driven by which.

To be fair, the warning signs were all over the place. It felt like I couldn’t go more than ten seconds without some sign, a precaution, a rule, a rule of thumb, a word of advice whispered in confidence. I always did my best to be a responsible driver. For the longest time I did my best to obey all the rules of the road, back before I knew better, or perhaps until I thought I knew better. Experience is the greatest teacher, not to mention the harshest. It’s common knowledge that to learn from experience makes even the worst decisions worthwhile. Sometimes it’s simply the only thing that one can take away from the curveballs so often thrown one’s way. The problem for the unwise lies in working out what lesson the accused is to take away from his crime. For the introspective the problem is rarely not seeing the problem at hand. They can even take precautions to make sure that one accident is never repeated, by not repeating whatever lead to disaster the first time around. For the experienced, and by that I mean the scarred, the disfigured, those drivers who possibly still hurt every waking day of their lives, there are an entirely different set of problems, regardless of their ability to learn from past experiences. The problem faced by the salty, by the ones who well and truly drove around that block more than they care to admit, is the inability to disengage from what they think they know best, and in doing so they find themselves sat exactly where they were before they even released the handbrake. One cannot escape his past, cannot escape the stupid things they did. But to make matters worse, they begin to see that so many of the reflective, glaring, fluorescent signs they are bombarded with as they hit the highway begin to contradict each other. They blur, they all look the same, sound the same. It seems impossible to follow one highway code without breaking another. At first, one particularly thoughtful individual might find, there seemed to be one over-arching Way. The irrefutable Tao of the road. The one true way. I miss that idea. I’ve reached a point where no matter how hard I try and see things as I used to, either I changed, or the rules did.

And so those rare unfortunates may find the signs begin to undermine each other. Slow down, but speed up. Be cautious, but never so more than you’re being brazen. Make sure to flaunt every last thing you have and haven’t ever done, because nobody likes It when you brag. And so experience fails you. It begins to lie to you, and even when you’re aware that there is clearly deception afoot, you become a man looking at a map with no reference as to where in the fuck they actually are. It’s at this point in my career as a driver that I also realised that for all the years I had been driving, I could not remember where I was going. I knew that I had been driving for a very long time, and I think at certain points I had stopped off at places, and I still remember the people I picked up. Some of them drove with me for the longest time. I always liked having passengers, but sooner or later, the destination is reached, and the journey has come to an end. But I digress. At a certain point, I found myself lost. It was the worst kind of lost, in that not only did I not know at all where and when I was, but in that I had totally forgotten where I had originally intended to go. I could not even remember at what point I had forgotten everything about myself. All I knew was in looking in the mirror, I was sure I didn’t recognise myself. I could not even describe the person who stared back at me. The Driver was a man about which you could say so much, but I’m quite certain that none of the obvious things you could gleam from that countenance were objectively correct. Nothing I’ve ever experienced has been quite so simple as that. First impressions are hard to resist, however. In a way it didn’t matter that I’m sure in some ways I recognised the Driver’s face, because from the moment I met his eyes with mine, I knew he’d always be a simple mystery to me, destined to be my enemy, the one who knew me the best.

He had the look of the man who has learned from experience as he lit that cigarette. The glow from the lighter revealed a face older and more weathered than I’m sure my own face was. He looked bad. I was certain he didn’t have the slightest good intention in mind for me, and yet everything in his eyes and in the tone of his voice struck me as sincere and well meaning. He spoke to me as if he knew me. We’re on the road now aren’t we? I’ve always loved these warm nights, the heady smell in the air. He grinned, and his eyes lit up. I suddenly felt thirsty. Thirstier than I’ve ever felt in my life. There was adrenaline coursing through my body now, and most of my worry had suddenly receded. As he rolled down the window, an old and child-like excitement crossed his face, as a child who is told on Christmas day that the best present has been saved to last. What does it even matter where we’re going? The pleasure’s in the driving. It’s also in the uncertainty. We passed a strange scene by the side of that long road. This struck me because until now it had all been so blank. There was a cow being led down the road by two men, one in front, and one following up from behind. We passed so quickly that the image struck me as an old black and white picture would have, fixed in my mind without the suggestion of fading. It was like some grim scene from a foreign abattoir, and I felt my spirit drop, knowing where the cow’s destination lay despite all his ignorance. He looked complacent if not slightly confused as to his predicament, being lead by his handlers as he was. For some unknown reason, I honestly felt very sad for him. Then I laughed. Fucker should have evolved faster. I couldn’t but help show the slightest disapproval, even if deep down something in me knew it was true. It would be pretty much the same if the boot was on the other foot. Or hoof. You get my drift. I laughed again, and I wasn’t sure if it was humour or desperation I heard in that laugh. It sounded strange to me, but laughs always sound strange when you really listen to them. Everyone knows what a laugh means, but that shit can’t be found in any dictionary I ever heard of.

So I had this wonderfull girlfriend, she was 18 when I met her and I was 19.
Still a virgin she asked for me to be patient, to give her some time before all the action started to happen.

At first she gave me a handjob, and i made her cum using my hands.
When the first blowjob came it was awesome, and after a few times she suprised me by not stopping to suck my dick when i told her i was cumming.
She sucked it gently while i filled her mouth with my hot cum and before i could say 'you dont have to swallow it' it was allready gone.
As a proud slutty girl she raised her head and opened her empty mouth.

After a few months it went bad.. I didn't got the attention i wanted to have, the sex was almost none and above all the blowjobs with happy ending were also gone.

So.. I found this other girl on a chat website by pure luck.
She was having a bad time at home.. Probably a bit physical problematic there..
And we decided to date, on one condition that she would listen to me and do as i say.

At the first date we weren't planning a lot to do but just talk.
At the end i wanted to bring her home, but she wasn't in a hurry so i decided to test her willingness.

I took her to a forest, and when we were in the middle of nowhere i asked her to undress herself.
Without hesitation her clothes came of untill she stood in her underwear.
I waited and crossed my arms, to let her see i wasnt satisfied.
She understood it and undressed further untill she was naked.
She was 18, and stood there.. Slim figure but with nice tits and a cute ass.
Hard nipples because it was a bit breezy.

I walked up to her, touched her thighs and then her pussy.
She was practically on fire at that moment as my hand touched her hot and wet pussy.
I told her to get on her knees and let her open my belt and pull my pants down.
With my hard cock still in my boxers i told her to kiss it, and she gently and passionatly kissed the cotton surrounding my dick..
Then i took it out, and forced her mouth open.

She pulled her toungue out, trying to lick it.
Gently i pushed it in, and let her head out of my hands.
She started to suck it, first gently then a bit rougher.
Following my directions if to take it as deep as possible, or just lick it.
Her saliva mixed with my precum ran down her chin onto her chest, forming a stream over her body.

I instucted her that when i was to come, she wouldn't stop and let me cum in her mouth, with her lips sealed around it sucking everything out.
It was the best blowjob i'd ever had, wich resulted in masses of cum on wich she gagged a bit when i shot it against her troath.
She couldn't keep it in completely and let some cum down her chin, and chest towards her pussy.

When i pulled out she showed her full mouth to me, even i was amazed by the load i shot.
She then swallowed it at once and licked my dick clean.

After that i told her to dress up again and brought her to her home and said goodbye.

During my relationship i'd met her about 100 times over 2 years.. practically every week we had sex.
I tought her how to suck the best way so every guy would like it.
I deflowerd her pussy and ass, and now she would be every mans dream.

Then i got caugt in the act.. It changed everything.
Now i have a new girlfriend, and i still meet my little cumslut now and then.
But without the sex.

Were still pretty close and talking about it though, and everytime we meet when her friend is away, my dick is always eager to come out of my pants.
And her eyes, are always on my bulge.

We think the same things, the things we did.
But keeping it safe at the moment.

Do i regret it? not by a mile!

(the legal age in the netherlands to have sex is 18)

I confess that I just played 30 minutes of hot sensual blues on my guitar while my brother was banging his wench in our laundry room down the hall. I was jamming out coming off of a killer weed high. The music flowing like rushing water down rapids. I could hear them clearly as they were colliding hard against each other quieting any moans they wanted to make. I heard stuff clatter around about midway through my third solo. I decided to kick it up a notch. Really playing that guitar like sex. It was awesome bring the hammer of live solo guitar music. It was fucking prime. I knew my bro was into that. I rode the frets and made my melodies that more delicious. I belted into a huge solo as they got louder as they must have been close to release. My fingers rolling easy over the notes that came so naturally. Then they were silent. I began toning it down and coming to a slower point as they finished and were prolly putting clothes on. I would say I did a big favor for my bro. After a lil while they had to cross the room I was in. She went first and he followed. He looked over to me with a big shit eating grin and said thanks. Fuck it was hot playing guitar for people in the midst of ecstatic passion. Their in his room now fucking again.

Fox

I confess that I have a foot fetish. and i recently told my girlfiend (shes ok with it) , who's extremely hot as hell every time I pass her I look down just to see if I can see her feet. But she never wears anything that shows her feet. ive been to her place multiple times, but it never really crossed my mind to look at her feet, until one day I walked past her, and she was wearing flip-flops. and I swear she had the best feet I've ever seen, she had a nice light pink nail polish on, and her feet were in the best shape ever. every time i think about how sexy her feet were, i get extremely hard. a few days later i asked her if we can do something kinky, she was fine with that, everything like this: her and i were walking into her bedroom, with her in my arms, i layed her on the bed and slowly rubbed my hand down her legs (she had no pants on which was another turn on) when i got down to her feet, i slowly took her shoes off (they were flats) and her feet were clean, and the nicest feet ive ever seen. so slowly i started sucking each one of her toes slowly, sliding my tongue between each one slowly. i did this for a while, then told her i wanted a footjob, so i took off my pants, my boxers, and started lying on my bed. she brought lube with her, and started rubbing lube all over my cock, and all over her sexy soles, then she started wanking my cock, with it between her toes, she started slowly then went faster, and later i came all over her toes, and when i thought it couldnt get any better than this, she licked all the cum off her toes. that was the best orgasm she ever gave me, (we hadn't had sex yet) so i thought i would return the favor of orgasm, so i fingerred her slowly and slowly, then faster and faster, then she squirted all over the sheets.

I'm not sure how far this is going to go. My mother in law babysits my kid at my house during the week. She's 48, very hot, very conservative, about 140 lbs with some nice full tits. I come home most days for lunch and the kid is usually asleep in the other room with mother-in-law reading her tablet or something. I started wanking it in a different room of the house just horny over the fact that she was there. It progressed from there to where I'd get fully naked and right on the other side of a wall or around the corner and just jerk off like no other. Since she's usually got her nose in her tablet I started pulling my dick out and walking thru the room where she would see me if she had looked up. I have no intentions of actually doing anything with her and wouldn't want to but the risk gets me hard as hell. So recently I upped the game and whipped my dick out behind a bar counter with her sitting on a couch in front of me and facing my direction (but with her nose in the tablet). I started just spanking it good and when I got close I stepped to the side in full view of her if she were to look up. Well this time she did look up. I saw her eyes make contact with my hard cock and I froze but she just looked right back down and acted like nothing happened. I was so nervous I couldn't even finish so I closed things up and went back to work. The thought never crossed my mind before of get caught. I was scared that I would hear about it from my wife but nothing has happened and it has been days. Now I'm tossing around the idea that she liked it. Should I do more, stop alltogether? What?

i am divorced and 41 have a daughter who is 18 now. this happened three years ago. i was dating a man (since gone our seperate ways) who was close to my daughter as well as myself. daughter looks a lot like me and has a much younger version of my body. i will tell you right off no he didn't fuck her. i think what we done was even hotter and for sure less risky for all. we were setting around my apt. one evening watching a movie. kimberly had on a jean skirt that she had worn to school and never changed. it was short. in fact we have had arguments about her wearing it. i have told her she looks like 15 yr.old slut. she has a very nice figure not big in boobs neither am i but very nice in the ass and good legs. i noticed stan staring at her across the way in the recliner. she would turn or move and of course you could see right up her skirt. she had on a sexy little pair of pink lacy panties. i just observed what was going on. i think she knew exactly what she was doing cause it kept getting more frequent and the view kept getting better. i was very upset at first with the both of them especially when i noticed his cock hard. i am thinking what kind of guy is he wanting to fuck my 15 year old. stan is a hound, he is older then me by seven years but hung like a young pony. till i started going out with him average and smaller then average cock was all i had ever had. i say the truth, it was like being virgin again. kimmy was c-section and so my vagina was still much tighter then most women my age. i bit my tongue and didn't say anything just watched the movie and let them play their little game. i don't think stan knew she knew what she was doing but i sure did. movie was over and kimmy gave stan a hug and went off to bed. of course stan was horny but i was not happy so i sent him home. didn't like him staying when she was home anyway. this was on wednesday and kimberly was to be with her father the weekend and i started thinking about the whole situation. it started making me horny. the more i thought about it the more turned on i became. this is how i chose to deal with it. stan got there that saturday evening and we ate, drank some wine and smoked a j. got comfy and i got up and excused myself. i came back out with kimberly's skirt on and sat in the same chair she did just a few nights ago. stan had a look on his face of total shock. i said stan i was watching you watch kimmy the other night. i watched your dick get hard and i know what you were thinking. i am not mad. i understand. play along with what i am doing. i sat in the chair and played like i was kim. i would set with my legs open and seduce him till i didn't think he could take it any longer i had even gone so far as to put on the same panties she had worn and they had not been washed. i went over took him by the hand and started leading him down the hall. i took a deep breath and stoped at kimberly's bedroom door. i paused knowing i was about to cross into forbidden territory but i open it and went in, stan was hesitant. i pulled him through the door. i told him i wanted this more then he could imagine. i told him i want you to totally let go, please remove all inhibition and reality and fuck me like you never fucked a girl before. cause tonight as soon as i close this door, i am kimberly and you are stan. we made mad passion and nasty fucking sex right there in her bed he was calling me kim and i was calling him daddy he left the skirt on pulled the panties aside and worked that cock into my pussy and slammed me like he was trying to hurt me with his cock. he would get it as far in as it would go and grind my clit with his pelvic bone. something he had never done. could not get that deep before. with out a doubt the hardest fucking i have ever had. and the thought that he was thinking about her her was insane to me it drove me over the top. when we were done i got up led him out of the room. true story

I'm 22/m and just placed a order on a sex toy website! Can't wait to get my stuff, bought a fake pussy/ass or whatever with that realskin stuff and that vibrates! Bought a bra and pantie set that comes with a garter belt, and bought some thigh high stockings to get me off on my cross-dressing fetish. And I bought a slim vibrator to fuck my ass with......ohhhhh tuesdays gonna be a great day for me, I CANT WAIT!!!

I know some of you won't believe me. But there are some decent looking pan-handler chicks out there. And some day once in a great while you may find one that is kinda hot.

Let me clarify, I live on the West so there are these young people usually between 16-20 that are like hippy urban backpackers, or "gutter-punks" (google it). Basically runaways.

Well, I've never done anything even remotely like this before but I've always fantasized of taking advantage of some slut.

My confession is that I was driving to WalMart and standing in the center divide was a shapely asian girl wearing tight pants and a little shirt showing off her mid-section. She had a cardboard sign that said "Anything Helps".

Her face was decent and she didn't look that dirty, but her hair was kinda matted.

I stuck my hand out of the window with a couple of quarters and she came down the line of cars to get them.

When she took them I smiled and said "Blowjob?"

She looked away and then down, but it didn't take her long to respond. I looked to make sure the light was still red and she said, "20".

I unlocked the passenger door and she got in.

"Let me see the money"

"I have to go to the ATM, I didn't expect to see you."

She agreed to go with me and we made small talk about how long she had been in town and I some how got her to agree to suck it first and then we would go to the ATM.

I didn't get the impression she did this sort of thing. Maybe I was hr first paying customer?

Certainly not her first blowjob.

We parked in the back of a near by strip mall where 2 out of 5 stores had closed down (a sign said 99 cent store coming soon).

I took out my cock and she looked like she was having second thoughts for a moment. I smiled and she put her mouth on it.

She was just kinda doing an OK job but it was a hot scenario and I was already hard.

After a few minutes of letting her do it herself but not really getting close to cuming, I started to pump her mouth, not too long into that she wasn't keeping her head down so I forced her down into my crotch as I pumped her face. I could hear her gagging and she started to buck but I said "I'm almost there, hang on" and she relaxed a bit, gasping.

It was about a minute of this, her bucking and making a "glub glub" sound with me holding and pumping hard into her mouth that I came.

She made no attempt to swallow and my pants we all slimey with a mixture of drool / spit and cum.

When she came up, her eyes and nose were red like some one that was just crying really hard.

I said "That was good", relaxing from the release of my load and still hard.

She, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket said quietly "you're an asshole"

I said "you did a good job"

She leaned back in the chair not looking at me and just said "fuck you" pouting.

I was still hard but it was going down and I decided to put my cock away, grabbing some left over fast-food napkins to wipe up her drool mess on my pants.

While I'm doing this she said "I want my money now"

Now, when I picked her up I had full intentions on paying her but when the thought crossed my mind to gyp her out of it, my dick instantly became hard again.

I smiled and said "I don't have my wallet".

She got pissed at this point and was all like "what the fuck, I fucking hate you" saying she was dumb and should have known better, kinda was crying, so I gave her the rest of the change in my cup holder which was mostly pennies but some dimes and quarters - at the very most 5 or 6 dollars but it could have been only 4.

She looked at me with such spite after I emptied the cup of change into her hand, some of the coins were sticky with soda and there was a paperclip and some dirt and a couple screws.

I said "thanks, it was good" and she just opened the door and said "fucking asshole" quietly.

From there she walked off.

The sun had been going down and now it was late. Too late for her to panhandel any more that night.

I drove away and just saw her slowly walking through the empty back parkinglot with her head down. My guess is she's sleeping in the little hutch with the dumpsters behind the store tonight.

Am I a bad person?

I am a member of the Loyal White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan and have been for a while now. I'm not going too say what state or what my ranking is because I will be beat & banished if they find out.

This 23 year old black woman (I'm in my 30's) heard about me being a member through neighborhood gossip and my friends coming over in their pro-white shirts.

One day I came home from work and she said "excuse me mister?" I was thinking "oh boy, here we go." I said "what?" She said "I'm not scared of your ass ya fucking cracker!" I replied "Well good for you ya fucking nigger!" I expected for her to go get some of her bang banging spooks after I said that but she walked up too me and said, "I think that's so hot! Call me a nigger again!"

I was shocked! I said something like "You're a crazy fucking nigger and I suggest you leave NOW!!!!" She did.

A few days later she said "Hello cracker!" I said Hello nigger!" When I said that she grabbed her tits and shook them at me!!!!!

This when on for months. One night I get a knock at my door and it was her! She asked me if i was alone and if I could talk? I said I was alone but that I really didn't want too speak too her. She then said "That's okay then, we don't have too talk, just put on your klan robe and fuck me!" She turned around bent over and pointed at her ass and said "You know you want too hit that shit!!!!"

I looked around too see if anyone was looking and I said "Hurry up and come in. I don't want too be seen talking to a nigger!" She freaking laughed at me.

I said "sit down and don't move because I know how you niggers are, always stealing shit!" She laughed her fucking ass off! It was like whatever mean and hateful thing I was saying was making her more wet and excited! I told her I would be back.

I went into my bedroom and was putting my hood and robe on with my back to the bedroom door and I soon as I turned around you was at my door! I was like "Nigger! I told you not too move!" As soon as I said that, she dropped too her knees and said (in a old time black Southern accent) "I'm sorry massa! I'm sorry massa!" I couldn't help it but I started to bust out laughing!!!

She was like "Mother fucker! taking this serious! This is my fantasy!!!!!"

I had a g/f who passed away in a car wreak and we has hand cuffs and whips. I went to the closet door, got out a whip and said something along the lines of "Nigger, you have very been bad! I ripped off her shirt and she coward down and scooted away from me. I didn't know if she was really fearing me or it was a act but as soon as I heard "Massa!! please no massa!!! It was all her ok.

I ripped off her tight jeans along with her panties and begun to beat her on the ass with the whip. As soon as I seen her pussy juice up, I was instantly hard! I was like WTF am I doing!!!! lol I pulled out my cock through my robe and said "suck my cock nigger!!!!!" And wow, did she ever! It was one of the best BJ's I have ever had.

My hood has a 3 buttons on the face mask so I can still wear my hood minus the face mask. I took the mask off. She way like noooo!!! I said Nigger, I'm going too eat your pussy and be smelling your pussy during my cross lighting's!!! She just laughed, so did I!

I kept thinking too myself, "I hope this nigger don't have aids..." lol

Anyway, after that I ended up fucking her with a condom on of course. It was a wild night. This was more than a year ago. Every time she sees me she says fuck you cracker and I say fuck you nigger. It was only a 1 time thing though I jack off and think about that night often...