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!

My confession is that I have always been attracted to my friend's wife. So much so that it completely drives me crazy. She is so beautiful and fun, I have always envied him. And I know they have terrific sex and she is a crazy horny wild woman because he tells me of all of their sex activities. She deep throats him on a regular, pretty much daily basis. For the longest time I thought he was making up these stories of how horny she is but once when we were out at a bar real late at night his cell phone rang and it was her and she was telling him to get home so she could fuck his brains out and while she was talking he held his phone up to my ear and I was listening -- and I heard it all. Wow, it was such a turn on. It made me in love with her all the more.
Tonight I was invited over to their place for supper and I knew that in some way I wanted to do something to violate her because she is just so wildly gorgeous. Sitting there looking at her I got an erection. As she was about to serve pie and coffee I went to their bathroom and thinking of her I beat myself off and came right into my hand. I re-entered the room with cum in my hand thinking that if I miss my chance moment I would just wipe myself off or even eat my own cum if I was in a desperate situation. But no, there were four coffees poured and I quickly took a spoon and swiped it across my hand, gathering up a lot of jizz and dumped it into a cup, swished it around and then took another cup and with the same spoon mixed cream and sugar into my own coffee. I walked away and one by one everyone else took their cups -- for all I knew my friend would get the cup with my jizz in it, which would not be a turn on to me at all. I kept an eye on the cups and what ended up happening was their 15-year-old daughter took the cup with my jizz in it. I would have much preferred it to have been her mother but amazingly, and in a way I don't quite understand, it ended up being even more of a turn on to me that their daughter, a real cutie, took it and mixed some milk and sugar into it. We sat back at the table and ate dessert and I watched this teen obliviously drink my recently spewed sperm. I almost came in my pants again.

I must confess that when I was away on a business trip a couple years ago I had a hooker come over. She was a cheap whore too, skinny and kinda homely, but she really tried hard. She was giving me a blow job while I was fingering her, then turns to me and asks if I want her to hop on and I say yes. She reaches over and grabs a cover and..... Well that's what I expected from my previous times with hookers, but what really happens is this. She says "do you want a condom on?" I say "whatever" and away she goes. It was the most amazing feeling sliding into that dirty pussy, horrible and forbidden. Pretty soon I blew my load in that pussy. We laid there for a few minutes and I was like what the fuck did I just do. I started thinking fuck that was stup..... and then she starts sucking on my cock again. Then all I could think of was getting back in that hot nasty pussy. She got me hard and I fucked her every which way until I came again. A couple days later I flew home. The night I got home I fucked my wife like she has never been fucked before thinking of that dirty whore pussy I had been in a couple nights before. My wife loved it and thought it was because I really missed her.

About a year later my wife takes the kids out of town on a trip with her friend. Well I get the hankering again and look up another girl, this time earlier in the day that the wife and kids are coming home. I head over and meet up with this hooker, a classier one this time, or so I thought. Well we sit on the couch for a bit, I get my fingers in that wet pussy, then she leads me to the bedroom, strips both of us naked, drops to her knees and starts blowing me like crazy. After a bit of that she gets up, leads me to the bed and crawls up and lays down. Next thing I know she pulls me on top of her and my cock is in before I could even react. I didn't last long and filled her up and then again a little bit later. She asks if I want to take a shower, but I decline.

I head home and wait for my wife. She gets home and we put the kids to bed then head for the bedroom. We get going and she drops down and puts my dick, now covered in dried dirty pussy, in her mouth and she pauses for a second then just starts going to town. When I felt like I was getting ready to cum I laid her down on the bed and stuck the same fingers that had been in the whore earlier in her, mixing the pussy juice and bringing her right to the edge. Not being able to stand it anymore I slam my cock into her and we both have the hugest orgasms.

After we lay there for a while and catch our breath my wife turns to me and says "your cock tasted funny". I asked her how so? She couldn't really describe it, just she really liked it and somehow it seemed to really turn her on.

Well it has been a year since that happened and I am on a business trip heading home tomorrow. I am scheduled with another whore before I leave tomorrow. I know it's stupid and I've already tempted fate twice and got away clean, but in there somewhere I'm hoping that I get to bareback it with this one too.....

I am not gay but I secretly want to suck a bunch of big cocks at the same time and get sprayed with thick hoy jizz. If any ladies want to see my weiner let me know.(no gays or tranny please)

Confession time. and this one hurts me.

me and my wife are in our 30s and her former college sugar daddy contacted her for the first time in about 4 years and my wife isn't shooting the idea down right away. 4 years ago my wife was pregnant when he contacted us so it was a clear no. this time she's not so fast to say no. we both lost our jobs at the beginning of covid and we had to eat some of our savings and added some debt. we're better now we both work again. My wife thinks she can get that money back from him. this is all fucking me up. i don't want this happening to my family.

We been together 7 years and she told me about him when we got engaged. The last meetup she says was 8 years ago a little before I met my wife. I don't know much about their arrangement. Wish I did but I don't. I learned a bit over the years mainly from arguments or an unexpected tipsy comment. I know he is about 20 years older than her. White "dad bod". She described him has "kind" "kinky old man" and "generous" on a few occasions. He apparently likes to prepare different outfits for her to try on and touch her in them. She mentioned having to put on an official city bus driver uniform and a bikini with a hijab for him in the same night. He paid about 2/3 of her college tuition. They went on a hawaii vacation once for a week all expenses paid by him. My mother in law still thinks her hawaii vacation was with a few girlfriends. and I suspect he bought her the car she used to drive when I first met her since her parents mentioned once they didn't pay for it. I'm pretty sure that was him.

I have so many questions that have gone unanswered. what did she do for him? payment amounts? how many times? other sugar daddies from college?

I confess that I had a girlfriend who liked her face slapped during sex, hard. First time we fucked I was on top of her and she meekly said, "Slap me." So, after a little thought I did. Then she said, "You can slap me harder than that." I could tell that she was afraid of what I would think of her but that she really wanted/needed it. So, I kept slapping her harder and harder, so hard I thought I would leave her face bruised for days, while I fucked her hard. Then she came and it was one of the hottest things I've ever experienced. From then on we did the same routine every time we fucked.

I confess that I really got to like doing it to her. We even got into some serious tit slapping. Not just slapping but really bruising up her tits since that wouldn't show. Now I miss having her/slapping her but I'm not bold enough to ask my current partner if I can do it to her. I know she would disapprove.

Anyone have a similar experience?

ACCIDENTALLY INGESTED BREAST MILK - WTF?!
Last night I hooked up with this African chick, mid 20s, single mum. Quite big and with a massive ass, Kenyan ass to be specific and massive tits as well.
Overall it was an easy conquest, she was really really keen to meet up for a while. For a big girl with a kid her pussy was quite tight and she was extremely wet, to the point that as I was naked on top of her my cock slid inside of her with no assistance. 

I also ate her massive ass and made sure to tell her it was so big that I couldn’t breathe, she claims to have never done anal, however my tongue slid in very very easily and lightly gaped her.
If she’s being honest about no previous anal experiences, then I may have to visit her again and make her asshole acquainted with my cock, as it appears to stretch easily….

ANYWAY…
As we were making out, I went to suck on her tits, the first time around I felt a sweet taste and didn’t think much of it…thought it may have been a moisturiser or something…
However…the second time I went to suck on her tits I did so quite hard and felt a squirt on my tongue, same exact sweet taste…I then realised it was fucking milk bros…I thought what the FUCK?!

In all fairness…for all I know she’s fat enough to be incognito pregnant or something…not sure when the milk kicks in to be honest and her kid is like 4 I think…surely you’d stop producing milk after that long?

What I do know though is that immediately following the milk injection I really really struggled to cum, I was able to block that thought out for a bit and just get it done. But when post nut clarity kicked in…fuck man I was so grossed out, that shit made me want to vomit and I had to get out of there pronto…I can’t get the memory of the taste out of my head. 

What the fuck man…Has this happened to anyone else? How did you feel after the fact? Sometimes when I do weird shit im fought between disgust and hedonistic pleasure, but this time…fucking yuck bro 

I knew about my son`s cuckold relationship thanks to acquaintances. We all belong to the BDSM community. I was having none of it. Although I had always been very dominant with him, I expected he would behave like a man with his wife, not to let her step over him like he did. That´s why I always spanked my daughter in law, to get her to know her place.The worst part was the identity of the “bull”: a SWITCH (ie, someone who can be both a dominant AND a submissive, depending on the circunstances, therefore, NOT A REAL DOMINANT) whom I have dominated several times at BDSM meetups, without sex. Imagine my frustration when I realized this poor excuse for a man, whom I have had literally kissing my feet, was topping both my son and daughter in law, pretending to be an “alpha male”. So I tried to talk him out of the picture in the next meetup. First, I tried to reason with him, to no avail. Then I used my daughter in law as a whipping girl, but this just turned him on even more. So I appealed to his submissive side just by ordering him to end that relationship, to which he said this wasn´t my business. I threatened to reveal to both of them who he really was. He didn´t respond, so I backed him against a wall, slapped him across the face and had him opening his mouth so I could spit inside. After he swallowed, I touched his boner and commented how aroused he was getting with my mistreatment, as a reminder of his true role. He looked at me a bit scared but didn´t cave in. My frustration grew even stronger when my son told me he was planning to get my daughter in law pregnant from their “bull”. I knew they wouldn´t believe me he was a switch, so I arranged a meetup with the four of us, so they could see it by their own eyes. Upon arrival, I told him I was going to spank him and ordered him to strip naked. After a moment of hesitation and looking to the three of us, he obliged. They couldn´t believe their eyes. Then I did the same to my DIL. Then I took the two of them, broken and naked, to my bedroom and told my son to wait outside. Once inside, I sat on the bed and told my DIL to sit in a chair, kiss my feet and take off my heels. While she did, I fondled her body (I´ve always had a bi streak) and taunted her about how I had “her bull” wrapped around my finger now. Then I took off my dress and underwear and told her to lie on the bed. She looked at my naked body with a mix of jealousy and fear and shook her head. She knew what was coming. For a moment I thaught about ordering the “bull” to restrain her for me, but I didn´t want any more physical contact between those two, so, instead, I said to him “Don´t intervene, and don´t masturbate, just sit there and enjoy, this is between she and me, did you get it?”. My DIL couldn´t believe when he just answered with a very submissive “Yes, Ma ´am”.Despite being younger, she is a petite woman, so it was easy for me to push her to the bed and climb over her. She tried to resist and, to her credit, gave quite a good fight, but she was no match for me. I managed to pin her wrists against the headboard, plant a kiss on her and trib her to orgasm. Then I threw her, had her lying flat on her back and sat on her face. I ordered her to lick me to orgasm, which she did. Meanwhile, I taunted her about how much she enjoyed the tribbing and how much “her bull” was enjoying the show. When I came, I told her to sat on the chair and watch how submissive was “her bull” on bed. I had him handcuffed to the bed and told him he couldn´t cum without my permission, to which he only responded “Yes, Ma ´am”. I straddled, scratched, slapped, spat, smother and had him begging to be allowed an orgasm. He obliged like the good submissive he actually is. When he cum, I had my DIL clean up the creampie from my cunt, something she did with my son as part of their cuckolding practices. When she was done, I told her to spit the cum on “her bull”`s face. She did it without hesitation and with a lot of rage. I was having the time of my life, so I told her to feel free to take out her frustration with him, just like I did. She straddled him and spent a good while slapping his face, body and balls and calling him a wimp and a fraud. As you can imagine, I encouraged her to continue. Not only she ended that fake relationship, I ended up turning him into the cuckold he actually is in the following months, having him watching me with other men while he only watched, and performing degrading acts just like he did to my son. And then I dumped him, too. These days, either he performs as a submissive or switches with other fake dominants like him. No one has taken him seriously as a dominant since that day. 

I confess that I�m a horrible father. It seemed to happen so fast and yet so slow at the same time. What was even going through my head? Gotta touch him, gotta have him, gotta love him� My own son. I know what he�s been through, how could I do that to him? He went through hell. Being held captive by that man for so long. No one really knew� that�s why we never really looked for him. It�s my fault. I made the decision. I�m the one who said �No, leave him be. He�ll come back when he wants to.� It�s my fault he stayed there for so long. And then he gets back not even two weeks ago and I can�t keep my hands off him?! I can�t respect his pain? I can�t respect HIM? He needs time to heal himself and be okay again and come to ME when (if) he wants to have sex again. When he�s comfortable enough with himself and the other people around him. When I can hold him again and let him know I love him. Not like this. Not coming into his room while he�s crying, trying to make things better. Not getting handsy and forcing his clothes off. Not holding him down when I feel like I can�t take it anymore. Not covering his mouth when he cries to hard. This isn�t how I want him at all. This isn�t how I want to be.

I confess..

I just had a nice dinner and drinks out with my wife and step daughter. I want to fuck them both together at the same time so bad. I wish I could get the wife to agree to it. I see these videos of mother/daughter combos in Spain all the time, wish it could happen to me.

I got married recently, to a long term boyfriend. A little back story - we were dating for 8 years, and since it was our time, as we are both pushing 40, we have done it.

Interestingly, he has began questioning me about my previous love life, and he has never done this before. He knows I had a long term bf for ten years, and my first bf in hs, but now, he is into specifics - asking me how he was like in bed, and similar yet strange questions.

I gave him crumbs, not going into specifics, and it got him super excited, and I must admit, elevated our sex life for a while. Now, he wants more, asking me to describe him the best sex I had with him, if we have done something weird etc.

I asked him back for his ex gfs, and that made him back up a bit - I saw he didnt feel quite comfortable talking about it, and he tried to slide with old "you are my second, there is nothing to tell", but after a while, he is at it again.

Now, my ex was a party freak, born rich, his life was an endless party, and in the end, that was the reason I left him - when you hit 30, you dont see the future with a man who is coked up or drunk all the time.

So, my 20s were wild, and on more than one occasion (but not often), I had sex with him, and his friend(s) after hard partying, and there are quite a few things to be told, but I am pretty sure my husband would freak out.

And the most peculiar part is - my husband is not a freak in bed, he is very timid. I once proposed (long time ago), that we might watch porn as a mean to fire us up - we did, and he asked me to stop, wasnt into it. In sex, I was always the one taking the lead towards new things, and always, but always, he would be reluctant about it, he almost looked scared of intimacy. This makes his newly developed interest more than strange.

I am in quite of a dilemma. My reason screams "dont do it", but on the other hand, since he is so horny and pushy, I want to open up a new frontier in our sex life, while at the same time, I almost want to hurt him for being so interested in it, by telling him about that one time, I sucked off my ex and two of his friends, or that time, I was fucked by him and one of his friends, on turns, for six hours, after two days of non stop partying.

I am not sure yet, but I am leaning towards the first option, to keep my mouth shut, since I am quite confident, that a man cant open up sexually, if he hadnt for 8 years of a relationship.

Am I wrong in presuming this?