I confess that I am sincerely perplexed by the purpose or reasoning behind a facial. I understand the reason for the act in a porn flick, but completely fail to understand why I see it in so many amateur videos.

Why, in name of common sense, would anyone be tempted to remove their penis from a warm eagerly sucking mouth, wet pussy, or tight ass to finish himself off by hand on someone's face?

I sincerely just don't get it? Is it a power or submission thing?

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.

Dear Jessie,
I regret that I must inform you of some very delicate information. You see once upon a time you promised this young lady that you were never going to hurt her. After her fiance ran off with another woman you swore to her that you would never allow her to go through something so painful again.

You lied. After she had given you her everything you took her heart and promptly dropped what little love she had left and it shattered on the ground. All the months you spent piecing the little puzzle of her hart back together were useless. She has been unable to locate the remaining pieces and she now resembles that of an empty shell.

She has since then traveled in a downward spiral. Her friends have become greatly concerned about her and there is nothing they can do about it. I am writing you this letter because today this young lady cried for the first time in several weeks. She realized that she could never allow herself to love someone as deeply as she loved you. She did give you her heart, body and her mind to you.

All this young lady wants is for you to tell her something, anything really. You have neglected to reply to any of her calls or messages and a small part of her thinks that you have died. She just wants to know that it is over. That you do not care for her and that there never will be a relationship between the two of you. For heavens sake she has convinced herself that you are the only one for her! That you are the one and only one that accepts all that she is and wants to be.

Please! I am begging you on her behalf that you just tell her the truth! That is all anyone wants! Please. Before something happens. For I fear that something will. She is not herself anymore..

Sincerely, Anonymous.

If everyone accepted Jesus in their hearts and listened sincerely to his Sermon on the Moon there would be less mass shootings in US churches. God bless.

I have been visiting this place for a while now, for reasons that will be revealed in the following lines.

Never posted, this will be my first, and the idea of posting one of my experiences came from the fact, that I do enjoy reading board posts, as I find them to be the hottest, and often most sincere versions of erotica, one can find online.

I am 35 now, this happened some 5 or 6 years ago. Little disclaimer, before I go forward, this was by far the most extreme thing I ever did, in fact, I am pretty conservative otherwise.

I was single, as I am still, went out to this club with friends. We had a table, and we were all in the mood of "girls night out", all dolled up, in short dresses and everything that follows such esthetic. There was three of us, and two guys, sitting at one booth sent us drinks, and invited us over. Why not.

They were both older than us, not much, maybe mid 30's, and we had fun, they kept ordering, and soon enough, we got pretty drunk. One of them had gone out, with friend no 1, the other was already touchy, and kissy with friend no 2, and as I was ready to go, he asked me not to, since it sucks if they stay alone, he wants all of us to go to his place, to continue the fun, only we have to wait for the other newly made couple.

Well, those two never came back, and in about an hour, the three of us were in his place. We knew he was rich when we saw his car, but the place blew us away. Now, let me preface this, we were both professionals at that time, making more than enough money, but I felt impressed, and he grew in my eyes. I guess, that is just how it is. I felt ashamed of that feeling, afterwards, since I am raised better, but I just couldn't help it.

We continued drinking, and did some other stuff, one might do in such a place, and in the mist of all the laughing, intoxication and fun we had, they started going on each other, and she went down on him. They didn't invite me to join, I just did.

I don't remember the details, but that was the first time I did that, together, with someone else. I remember we were taking turns, and mine were longer, that he played with my breasts, and that he was really big.

When he decided it was time to switch, I found myself on my back, with him standing over me, putting a condom on. As he got on top, he commented something about how wet I was, and went to town. It is hard for me to cum vaginally, especially if I am not on top, but that time, it was a piece of cake.

Then he got up, pushed me to the side, and I sat down on the floor, next to the sofa, and he did the same with her. I just sat there, looking at them, shivering from excitement, and I caught myself wanting another round. In the midst of doing her, he reached for the phone, and started recording them. She didn't mind, but when he turned the camera towards me, I kind of looked to the side, in a futile attempt to hide.

He got up, took his condom off, and said something like, that he wants to cum for us both, and I remember feeling repulsed by the idea, that all the excitement died down when the camera got involved, but there I was, on my knees, cheek to cheek with my friend, with my eyes closed.

It was not the first time someone did that to me, but it was the last. There was so much of it, that I thought he gave it all to me, but after I opened my eyes, it turned out, that wasn't the case, we both got our fair share of him.

And we got our fair share of shame, after finishing in the bathroom, when he gave us 100$ each, "for the taxi". For reference, at that moment, I made more than that per hour, at my job.

Me and my friend, never spoke of it, ever again. Soon after, I guess because we both felt awkward because of this, stopped seeing each other, and our friendship died down. I did attend her wedding, two years later, but that was it.

That night was, in retrospect, the hottest, and the nastiest experience I ever had. I hate myself for doing that, but in the same time, I feel a bit cheeky, whenever I remember it.

And, no, there is no video, in the massive scare I felt the morning after, I became obsessed by finding it, if he ever posts it online, and I still look for it, but I guess he was a man after all, kept it for his use only. That search is how I ended up here in the first place.

And, that is it.

I confess I have a question for all our English mates: Are you ever embarrassed to be English? Just curious. I would be.

I don't think your embarrassment is your fault, necessarily. It's not really your fault that you talk the goofy way you do or have such huge, ugly teeth that don't even fit right into your tiny mouths. And it's not your fault that you have truly horrible, inedible cuisine despised the world over or that the entire EU laughs at you and thinks you're all faggots (the cock loving type, not your stupid little bundle of twigs).

Anyway, I was just wondering about this. I pray for all of you, everyday, and sincerely hope your skeevy little island with all its precious royal leeches doesn't sink anytime soon.

Cheers!

So my confession is that I am seriously in lust with the woman I work with.
I'm over twice her age, married, snd I sincerely love my wife but I would absolutely love to have the chance to show her everything I know about making her feel good.
She has a fiance, they're happy together, but I get the sense that he doesn't give her everything sexually the way I could.
I'm not actuslly going to try with her but I work with her 8hrs a day, 5 days a week, and it's a fantastically frustrating tease...

So, my girlfriend (who lives in Milwaukee) is out of work and needs to get some cash quick in order to pay her rent. I'd lend her the money, but I'm tapped out, too.

Any serious suggestions on where she can go for help?

Prostitution is totally out of the picture.

She'd do some stripping, but there are no clubs around here.

Loan companies based on payday advances and car titles are not available to us for a number of reasons.

She isn't able to move in with me because of the way my lease is currently arranged; and I can't afford to break the lease right now in order to move in someplace else with her (which would also require a deposit and other cash outlays--again, money we don't have).

She is looking for a job, but even if she got one today, she wouldn't get a paycheck in time for when the rent is due.

I'm looking for sincere suggestions. Don't bother responding if you're just going to give a smart-ass answer.

Thanks to my friends on ML who can offer some insight.

When girls get disappointed they are so sincere :(

I confess that I'm married and I am lucky if I got laid once a week. When I do get laid I usually bust a nut pretty quick, like 7 mins. Got 4 kids. Kids ruin a lot of shit and don't get married people. I'm new here and you people make me love life again. Thank you sick fucks for the perverted shit I need... sincerely me

I confess Im happy i cucked(he deserved it :p)  my loser husband when he deployed. Best experience of my life and ive grown as a person  ;) I really wana be the nexf selena vargas/elias whitaker ♡♡♡

Sincerely a cute sexy mommy of two ;)