I just learned about the unified field in quantum mechanics, it's really awesome and tells how beyond the atomic is the nuclear level, beyond that is some grand unified field, and beyond that is "The Plank Field" or "the unified field" which is scientifically proven to be pure conscious awareness, and is the source of all matter and that intent can shape matter through transendental meditation. Dont beleive me? Look up "Unified Field" on google or youtube and you will be amazed that "god" has been discovered through science not only that but a couple good movies about it are "the secret" and "what the bleep" down the rabbit hole

I've been itching to tell someone about my weekend and figured this would be the perfect forum. Little background: 
In my friend group I have about 10 really close friends, we get together most weekends for drinks, games, partying ect... One of my buddies girlfriends and I have a great relationship, we've known eachother for 10 years and always come to eachother for advice. A few weekends ago me and my roomates had everyone over, & around 4-5 am we were both really drunk in my basement away from everyone else. She was giving me advice with this girl I was talking to, I was giving her advice with her boyfriend, and we we're  both talking about how much we valued eachothers friendship. There were some long hugs exchanged & we were leaning against eachother on the couch, getting pretty close. At one point someone still awake upstairs texted me asking where I was, so I told her I'd be right back and that I was probably gonna pass out soon. To my surprise she asked "Will you grab a pillow & blanket & sleep down here with me? Thats not weird is it? 
 "Of course not, friends can sleep next to eachother, right?" I tell her
 "Exactly, and maybe set an alarm on your phone for 7am so you can sneak back into your room before anyone sees".  At this point I'm wondering where this is going but I dont think much of it, so I head upstairs, & say goodnight to my buddy. Few minutes later I head back downstairs and she's fast asleep on the couch. I give her a couple nudges and say her name but its not doing anything & I don't wanna be weird so I just call it a night and head back up to my room to pass out. 

Fast forward a few weeks to last weekend. Me and about 14 other people are all out camping on a beach in Maine having a great time. By nightfall on Friday everyone was very drunk after a day full of heavy drinking, and on my way back to the campsite from taking a piss, my buddies girlfriend emerges out of the darkness looking sad. I asked her what was up and she said that she just felt ugly & unattractive. I said "What?!? Are you crazy? Your basically a fantasy for everyone in the friend group." Immediately her whole demeanor changed and she was beaming with excitement and curiosity; she couldn't believe it! She asked me if I ever thought about her like that, to which I explained that I dont really watch porn that much and prefer to use my imagination, and she was definitely apart of that. We wandered back to our campsite but sat on a picnic table away from everyone else playing Beirut, and continued to say things we definitely shouldn't have been saying to eachother. At one point she leans to me, & whispers in my ear in a sexy ass voice "What if I slipped into your tent after everyone falls asleep?" I immediately start to get hard & my heart starts to race as I think of how to even respond. 
 "We really shouldn't...but fuck I want to..." 
 She basically says the same thing back, then all of the sudden, the plank of wood we were sitting on, snapped off the picnic table and  sent both of us stumbling to the sand. We both immediately joked that it was some higher power trying to stop what was about to happen, laughed it off went to go join the rest of our friends. 

I joined a gym to stay in shape but when I saw the sexy Marine personal trainer that works there I signed up with him immediately. I have a Marine fetish and I'm a submissive so it's amazing for me. I get so wet when he bosses me around for an hour and when he pushes my physical limits especially with pushups and planks. When he starts yelling at me "Don't you dare stop!" I have to not only try to keep going but try not to cum.

I even get turned on that he tells me what I can and can't eat and makes me keep a journal for him to see. I love being in his control and following his orders throughout the day. After every session with him I rush home to masturbate and have such intense orgasms. I wonder if I should tell him how attracted to him I am. He probably knows since he's pretty much every girl's fantasy. The thing is I'm much younger than he is and he always points it out. But then he says stuff that just drives me bananas. Like saying he loves his job because women have to listen to him. But he's also so sweet, he always lets me know he's there for me if I need anything but I'm too damn shy to tell him what I REALLY need. LOL *sigh*

This planking craze is really taking off , the old lady next door has been laying face down on her front lawn for 3 days now !

Fuck planking, this is nude family stacking.

PLANKING. Im next :)

Female state prison

Now she is a prisoner here in the Female State prison since two month, sentenced of after driving drunk causing an accident with many injuries. The judge wanted to set an example and punished her hard, twenty years of prison. She was cared and desperate, later they made her an offer: Her sentence would be reduced by half if the conditions of her prison stay would be harsher. She agreed without a thought and has to stay in this special part of the prison, deep down the surface, for ten years. She lives now in a small single cell, with no privacy, furnished with a plank bed and toilet. The door was made by bars, so the guards can watch her all the time, using the toilet, cleaning herself and being nude during the washing every morning. But more molesting to her is the fact that she is barefoot all the time, since the day of her the intake. They made her to strip completely and handed over to her the prison uniform, a pair of wide pants and this ugly sweatshirt. There was underwear nor footwear and the guards explained her that it not allowed to the inmates in this part of the prison. Usually being barefoot never was a problem for her, she has enjoyed it until now. But in the prison, things were different. Her bare feet are unprotected and vulnerable now, so she started to move more slowly than she was used to be, without wearing a restraint, her tender soles now tormented every day by the cold concrete floor of the cell, and each day she has to leave the cell, walking along endless floors and hallways, and climbing many stairs made from hard metal grid. Her feet started to ache, every step was painful, especially outside, when she had to walk around in the compound for one hour as physical activity. Unfortunately the surface was covered with small sharp-edged gravel stones. Her feet are adapting slowly to their new life, her soles had become calloused now, and really dirty, even when she tries to clean them, only a small amount of dirt can be washed away, the rest has just penetrated in the skin. Within a few months, her soles will turn completely black like they have done in other prisoners, she has watched them outside.
Another problem for her are these ugly cuffs that she has to wear. Her ankles remains permanently shackled, by normal cuffs connected with a chain which is 30 cm long. In the morning after sleeping nude in the night, they unlock the cuffs, for a few seconds, so she can put on a new trouser. She wears these cuffs really all the time. Her wrists instead are cuffed only half of the time, mostly during the night. So she is able to eat and drink, wash herself and take her clothes on or off. The cuffs are closed as tight as possible. The metal cuts in the skin slightly so she tries to avoid every movement of her hands and fingers. After removing the cuffs, deep impressions remain in the skin for hours. After two months of treatment, there is a swollen painful ring of swollen and redden skin around every wrist. Her feet are even worse. The permanent pressure of the cuffs has damaged the skin around the ankles, it is not only swollen and painful, but yet bruised with sores around her ankles. She is able to move the shackle, to change its position a few millimeters up and down. This maneuver helps a little bit, but the area of damaged skin is now brighter than the width of the metals surface of the cuff. Small crusts appear at the undiscovered, bruised skin, but they are rubbed away by the cuff when it is moved by here to this area. So the skin at her ankles is permanently swollen and inflamed at a width of two centimeters. Every step is painful now. She is desperate, she has to spend many years like this!

I nervously arrived late at the party. though the crowed room I recognized Chelsea instantly. Even with her back to me I could tell it was her, a red silk dress clinging tightly to her slim curved body, I admit I've run my eyes over her curves on many lustful occasion... but I dreaded seeing her also. Chelsea was a notorious bitch.
Tonight it was a business function, I was dressed in my best suit, my only suit, but it still looked good. Chelsea and the other manageresses looked amazing, tight skimpy cocktail dresses with a lot of cleavage on show.

It was a meet and greet, a lot of big money clients we in tonight. The company sent the 3 female managers (the bitches of Eastwick) I was out numbered 3 to 1 and even though I was several decades her senior Chelsea was my direct manager and she made no secret that she enjoyed the power dynamic. She treated me like absolute shit.. and tonight was no different. I was fetching and carrying.. mostly drinks to her table as she tried to impress the clientele and the 2 other female managers at our table.
She used her usual combination of flirting and displays of power.. always at my expense.. she mocked my age and my weight and then send me scurrying off for more alcohol.
At one point I struck up a conversation with a client, it was a nice conversation I was making an impression, that was until Chelsea butted in. She ran around the table and seeing there were no seats free next to the client sat her self down hard on my lap. She laughed and joked with the client in a loud and annoying way, and as he made a retreat back to his table behind me she reached after him, with one hand waving her drink in the air and her other hand using the back of my head as leverage.. oblivious to the fact she was pressing my face between her warm firm breasts. I held my breath, my cock instantly bulged in my pants as if I overdosed on Viagra. She sat back down on my lap, my head freed from her cleavage and my rock hard cock pressing against her very firm silky ass. "pervert" she exclaimed as she pushed my head back roughly and stood up and wobbled back to her table. I headed for the bar as my cock shrank back.
The night dragged on and the venue emptied, Chelsea continued to harass clients as she poured drinks down her throat. as the lights started to turn off, one of the managers left for home while the other was showing a lot of interested in a black, deadlocked waiter, he returned the interest and soon they abandoned Chelsea too. Unlike Chelsea I was completely sober, I had been nursing my complimentary drink all evening.
As I headed for the door I saw Chelsea slumped at the table, a bottle of cheap prosecco in her hand. "Time to go, their kicking us out" I said wearily. She mumbled something. So I pulled her up from the seat and attempted to guide her to the door.. Bang.. she face-planted into the hardwood floor, she was lucky not to lose her teeth.
Thankfully a friendly waiter helped me lift her outside.. "you date had a little too much fun?" he inquired.. "she's not my date" I responded in a resigned and grumpy way, he smiled as we slid her into the first taxi that arrived.

I sat in the back seat of a rather filthy looking taxi, numerous air fresheners failed at suppressing the stink of stale tabacco and sweat. "Where too" said the taxi driver, who would have made a excellent Saddam Hussein impersonator, maybe he was one of his doubles in a past life.
I found her address on our companies website and mumbled it to the driver. He nodded and off we went. As we drove I used one hand to hold Chelsea's head against the car door and the other rummaged through her handbag in an attempt to find her keys. I eventually found them along with a roll of 10 condoms.. Wow Chelsea, I thought.. you had plans. The taxi driver was looking all the time in the rear view mirror.. "your going to have some fun with your wife?" he inquired.. "she's not my wife" I responded "Shes a whore" I said, still shocked and her mountain of condoms. "she looks expensive" he smiled back at me.. "no, she's a cheap cunt" I blurted out. he laughed. "nice, nice" he grinned.

We pulled up outside her rather nice apartment building, I opened the front door, her name was 2 rows from the top of the doorbells.. and no there was no lift in the building. Sadam said he would like to help carry her up but we would need help.. his cousin was near by so he called him. I sat back in the car beside Chelsea and as I did her head flopped into my lap. I placed my hand on the back of her head with the intension of moving her.. but I lingered, I could feel her breath through my trousers and once again my cock bulged. I shifted in my seat and positioned her head so her open mouth was resting over my rock hard knob. and as I pushed her head towards me her lips gripped my bulging pants..

"He's here now.. lets move the whore inside for you" Saddam grinned. I slowly pulled her head up and we began the arduous climb.. how could someone so petite weigh so much. We tried carrying her in several different ways, two carrying her arms while I carried her by the feet (I must admit I was staring up her skirt at her skimpy red silk panties half the time) other times we tried taking turns carrying her like a plank of wood, often Saddam and his rat faced cousin would cop a feel of Chelsea's tits when they thought I wasn't looking. I didn't care, I just wanted her upstairs before I had a heart attack.

Eventually we got her inside and dropped her like a sack of coal, she flopped on a magenta coloured chez lounge, her legs spread on either side, and we all looked.. her red satin panties were pressed tight against her body, and it revealed every curve and fold of her pussy mound. Saddam and Rat boy were transfixed, but still mentioned that the taxi fare was more than double, it was 4 times the normal price.. She had 50 pounds in her purse so I reached for my wallet.

"unless" said Saddam.. He gestured towards Chelsea's helpless body and raised a eyebrow.. "Just a quick feel" nothing more.
I looked into my wallet.. "Fuck her" I said only meaning it as an expression of frustration.. but they took it literally "Give us a condom then mate" and to my disbelief I slowly handed them over "I want to watch" I said.. They nodded.

Rat face unzipped his pants and released a long and excessively hairy cock then struggled to open the condom packet and pull the rose-coloured condom over his purple knob.
Saddam meanwhile took his time slowly running his dirty tobacco stained thumb up and down her pussy crack carefully and deliberately, then pressed it hard into her cunt. Thumb and satin pantie must have made it a inch inside her body and when he retracted his thumb the panties still filled Chelsea's deep cunt.

Rat face was in a hurry, with one swift move he pulled Chelsea's panties off, her perfect pussy open and on show. I was breathing heavily as Rat boy pushed Chelsea's knees back and rammed his hairy cock as hard as he could into Chelsea's helpless pussy and he pounded her hard and fast, his hairy middle eastern plowing into Chelsea between her pale perfect legs. Saddam at this stage had freed her perfect breasts from the tight confines of her cocktail dress and he took his time cupping them and groping her.

Chelsea was at this stage bouncing and flopping on the chez lounge, her head hung over the edge as her pale breasts flopped back and forth above. I watch her mouth as it hung open, her soft red lips had been wrapped around my trousered cock minutes ago now excited me again.. this mouth that had tormented me all evening.. all year.. I keeled beside her, unzipped my trousers, and slowly slid the full length of my cock between her soft pink lips and deep into her warm wet mouth. by now Saddam was taking his turn and pounding Chelsea "fucking whore" he would exclaim with every third thrust and with every thrust Chelsea's head would rock back and forth on my cock.

eventually the two taxi drivers zipped up their pants and headed for the door leaving only a trail of filled condoms in their wake. All of a sudden the room was quiet, it was just me and a semi clothed Chelsea.
I managed to lift her into her bed, I stripped her completely and cleaned up the mess the taxi drivers left. There was no cleaning up the mess they made of her pussy, red, bloated and gaping. I took the opportunity to slip several fingers inside he now cavernous womb. she was so well used.. but I wonder.. I pushed a single finger into her puckered asshole.. it was still tight and fresh. but not for long, I took my turn, I fucked her in the ass and fucked her as hard as I could, I fucked her for all the pain she caused me, I fucked her for every time she degraded me.. I fucked her because she turned me on al the time.

I removed my condom and flushed it, and went back for the toxic filth that were the cum filled condoms of Saddam and rat face. I walked to the toilet and paused.. I easily found a small funnel in her kitchen, I spread her legs one last time, inserted the funnel into her pussy as deep as it would go.. then poured a near endless stream of thick, rancid, middle eastern cum far into Chelsea's pussy and womb, I gave her belly a little rub and propped a pillow under her well used ass, so all the cum would stay inside her and with any luck find a ripe egg to impregnate.

I took one last look, tucked her in to bed and left.

The next week one of her friends inquired as to what happened after the party. I told a tale of a dusky middle eastern hunk, a mix between Omar Sharif and George Clooney .. and this was the description she would continue to give as she announced her pregnancy.