I was born a female but sadly with a sexual characteristic that when seen identified me as a boy. As a result of my gender feelings;
My Uncle taught me to suck cock at five and to swallow.

A friends father learned of my demands that I was a girl and soon I was his "special daughter" at seven. My virginity was given up with joy to him at nine. (he I continued to see till I was 26)

Starting around 8 most neighborhood boys called me "sissy" I liked it as it affirmed who and what I was, but, I was always dragged into some secluded place and made to suck them off. Then after my anal virginity was lost, get f**ked by them. Many times I was a plaything to groups of them.

My childhood while abusive and acts of molestation has made me enjoy the many aspects of sexual activities. Today I have become the Woman I have always been. That part of me that has defined me as a boy will soon be altered and then I will at last live with comfort within myself. And as before the sex will be great only better.

My ultimate dream is a gang bang with all my openings filled at the same time.

I confess that I don’t understand why posters ask “Who wants to see more?” Or “Who wants to see her nude?”

Of COURSE we do. Why else are we here? Do you need so much affirmation that you ask obvious questions in the hopes of getting comments?

I don’t understand. Explain if you can. If you can’t, please reply with a photo of a sexy naked woman.

Thank You.

Willing to do fakes in exchange for bitcoins. I can do fake cum and sometimes fake x-rays. I can even sometimes do head swaps for fake nudes and porn pics. I have some samples if you are interested.

DISCLAIMER: If you submit any pictures to me for editing, you affirm that they are of the legal age and have given you permission to do so. If this is not the case, YOU will be held responsible, not me.

Well, I have to say something about the community on here. It's more or less something that could be taken up as some negative impressions.
I dunno how you people will react to this, so I will just watch how it goes out.

First of all, there are many predominantly active people on here, who post lots of stuff a day. It is totally fine when they thank their friends and subscribers for support. I can understand it. But it's freaking disturbing to get 50 messages a day of them, where they thank for reaching any kind of status with their uploads. Seriously we all now that you're happy about that. I'm happy either, when my uploads reach another status, but that's not a reason to thank everytime for that. I mean some uploads are really great, so cancelling the subscription isn't a option. What about just leaving a short 'thank you' note on your profile for thanking your viewers and everthing is fine.

Second thing is about fakes on the boards. There are many 'females' posting pictures of themselves on here and asking for ratings and that stuff. There are surely some real girls or women in between who are just a little bit unsure about themselves or perhaps way to sure, just to get some positive reactions like how hot they are and that stuff. It's nothing to blame them for. My problem is that these girls are going directly crazy and mad when they are called 'fake'. I mean where is the problem that most people on the internet are catfishes or trolls and just need attention so posting pictures of strange people. Those people with real attention deficits are 100 ways worse than people just wanting some self-affirmation (which does not mean that it's bad) What is the problem to just take a short picture with 'mlos.pika777.eu.org' clearly visable or something similar on it? Don't go directly berzerk, just prove that you'rer real and everyone will love you even more. If people are posting pictures of others, you can never be sure if they don't taken some hot pics out of the internet. Proves are kind of illogical there.
No matter what I've said, you can never be completely sure in the internet, so you can doubt everything and have less fun or you just take it as it is and have more fun. That's not only for girls pretending to be real, but also for videos which are seeming to be fake or something. Some incest stuff for example. Sure, the probability of the persons who are interacting to be biological related to each other isn't high and the amount of fakes is high too. (These professional made incest videos with the completely credible stories aren't meant.) But why should you destroy your own or someone elses imagination, if you're not a idiot, or a troll, or both?

The last thing is, that I think that many people on here are unable to name or tag their uploads properly:
'P402GH2J7Sk.png/.mp4' = bad
'Hardcore Anal Fisting With Blood Sprinkling All Around And Giant Dildos Penetrating And Completely Destroying Assholes' = better than a combination between numbers and letters at least

Adding some tags wouldn't be that wrong too : hardcore, anal, fisting, fist, blood, pain, nasty, gaping ...

I can imagine that there are millions of uploads hiding in the eternal expanse of motherless, just because of some people beeing too lazy to write a few words.

That's everything I wanted to say. Reply to that, ignore that, hate what I've said, downvote this until I get banned in cause of an occuring error caused through the fact that the system can't process such a huge amount of downvotes. Do whatever you have to do. I'm interested in what you think nonetheless.

I love men who treat the way I should be treated !
Feed me your words 
Love of affirmations!

Hi, in all honest ive come here to get an opinion. Ive been hindered my whole life by crushing anxiety due to in part by my small dick, every time i get close to a girl, i push her away out of fear that she will laugh at the size of my dick. I guess im looking for affirmation, i dont really know. I guess i just want someone to tell me if i should give up, and go completely celibate.

@friends
** In memory of one of my best friends, known here as "@mammascat". There's some more information on her profile page. **

I was very sad to hear that a good friend of mine passed away recently. I won't use her real name, but she and I knew just about everything about each other's lives, and stopped calling each other by our usernames a long time ago. It's a little humorous, but her nickname was always intended to be "Mamma's Cat", not the more obvious meaning that those who know of her interests might think.

I met her when I was in the middle of an unhappy marriage. She helped me through that, and made me appreciate myself - no matter what other circumstances were going on in my life - and I'm now in the middle of a positive, life-affirming divorce. I'd like to think I also helped her.

I saw her grow too. In recent months she'd gone on a diet, cut back on wine, and met a guy who, for the first time in her life, she had real romantic feelings for. Things were looking better for her at work, and she'd just gone on a trip to San Francisco - a city she liked. At least, I hope she made it there. The last I heard from her she was just about to leave. She'd also received a very unexpected inheritance from her ex, something that made her feel better about him and their relationship and look forward to things to come.

We had a shared friend who recently suffered a tragedy. Although neither one of us knew her that long, she knew her better than me. She talked about her a lot, always concerned. She also took a couple of trips to see her as she recovered in the hospital.

Despite (or maybe that's just foolish social conditioning) her interest in "perverted" sexual acts, she was one of the most honest, caring, intelligent, and loving people I've ever known. I was totally honest with her, and she was the same with me. She was the first person I've ever been able to talk freely with about all of my kinky desires *and* be the kind of confidante I wanted in my "real world" life. It gave me great joy to be able to help her, and give her advice in any way that I could. In return, she would frequently finish her messages to me by telling me I was a "dear, sweet man". That always brought a smile to my face.

It's not fair that we have to die. But if it has to happen, I'd like to think that it's better to die happy than sad. I know that she had her share of grief and uncertainty. I think she was starting to feel better about herself at the end. I know she helped me be a better person - I hope I did the same for her in return. And rather than wallow in sadness and loss over not being able to talk to her again, I'm trying to imagine what she'd say to me if she could about all of this - and to take that and feel good about her own (as I imagine them) parting words of wisdom to me.

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M,

I will look back on my own life and think of you. You've made such a difference to me, and I'll always be grateful for the time we were able to have together. I hope you were happy at the end. I know you told me things that made me feel glad for you and the new directions your life was taking you. Even if you couldn't be around to see where those directions would ultimately lead - I was glad to see the positive changes in your life. Wherever you are, I will continue to wish you all the best. I love you, my friend. You are a dear, sweet woman.

I confess my name is Joe Christfag. I'm a member of an 85% majority group who acts like a persecuted minority. I expect to be unconditionally respected, and never criticized, for believing in the literal truth of some mythological fables written by unknown authors thousands of years ago.

I act like my entire way of life is under assault whenever an irreligious person tells me I believe silly things for silly reasons. I claim to be convinced I'm going to live forever in a perfect wonderland of eternal awesomeness, but my doubt shows through when I get hysterically defensive over any perceived slight of my belief system.

In the end, I know deep down my religion is a huge load of bullshit, but I could never muster the strength of character to actually admit it. I'll just go through the motions and pretend to believe, for not better reason than because it's the same load of shit my parents, grandparents, and ancestors all believed. I pretend my religion is an affirming and uplifting thing, when in fact it instills me with nothing but guilt and fear.

I can never properly appreciate the beauty and wonder of this world and the universe it inhabits, because I'm supposed to act like this existence is some minor, insignificant preamble to another, better, more important existence.

I go to a special building once a week where I metaphorically cannibalize a dead carpenter so as to win the favor of his father the magical sky-god, but I accuse other faiths of having strange, creepy rituals.

I'm Joe Christfag, and I approve this message.

I day trade for a living (foreign exchange and commodities), and pretty much never go outside at all.

The thursday before last, I decided that I should actually leave my apartment once in a while, and left the exchange to go walk around aimlessly (unrelated: did not actually lose any money, go figure.) I ended up on this huge winding path that goes about four miles through a park with about four full soccer fields and two baseball/softball diamonds with a bunch of idiots playing games for some reason (around 6:00pm)

There were these two girls (shortish, one of them was husky but not fat at all, the other one was smaller, both slimmer and shorter, maybe 5"4' and 5"1'. I have no idea how old they were. Late middle school, high school or even really immature college girls or whatever. Impossible to tell these days. They had breasts.) on the path, maybe there with their parents or their friends who were out of sight maybe in the field or something. I gave them an obvious glance, and just walked by. When I had turned around to go back, they were still on the path, and they decided to say hello while muttering to each other. So I said "hello, pretty girls" in a bored, monotone voice, and struck up a mundane conversation, (exchanged names, told them I was going for a walk because I felt like it, they contributed nothing interesting. Said they were 17 and 16, legal ages in this area) I said that I was going to go get ice cream, and I'd buy for them too if they wanted and they came along somewhat quietly. (both plainly interested in me, but they were somewhat socially awkward, which makes me think they were a bit younger and/or idiots)

Ordered ice cream, it seemed as though they'd never encountered anybody who had a real job and actual money. We all walked the path (I walked on my own, they sorta followed and I didn't convince them to stop) and I said I was going back to my apartment if they wanted to come along. One of the girls said she had to go, and the other one actually came with me.

Showed her my apartment, she seemed impressed by my media set up (which is actually pretty impressive if you don't see trading equipment often) and turned on hbo. She sits next to me, and I put my arm around her and started rubbing her shoulder, while talking to her and trying to keep her from going on about her stupid shallow everything by asking specific questions to get her to talk. I managed to get her to defend her own maturity and personal capabilities in conversation, seems she wanted to impress me.

While she flipped through the channels, I pulled her over a bit, moved my mouth close to her neck and played with her hair with one hand while rubbing her side with my other, and she started rubbing my leg, moving it a bit more. She made a movement away and I think she was getting cold feet and wanted to stop, so I interrupted her, grabbed her and pushed her off me, and offered her something to drink (soda, I don't even drink alcohol or have any at home.) She had a sprite, and then I said "where were we" and put my arms around her, got her to sit facing me, and we started making out.

It got pretty heated, I managed to get her shirt off, and she lay on the couch while I straddled her, my left arm by her waist and my right hand on the back of her neck pulling her forward. I moved my mouth the right, started licking her ear and then moving down to her chest (she but was still wearing a bra, her breasts weren't terribly impressive but I like slim/athletic girls so I was fine with that.) She was really into it at this point, she started breathing really heavily and spread her legs a bit, hooked her left leg around my right leg and put her arms around me.

And then I just slowed right down and stopped, and said "hmmm, what time did you need to get back again." for a second she had the most priceless kinda confused look, and then she was a bit pouty and she insisted time was not an issue, she was fine and we should keep going. I kinda picked her up a bit, braced myself with one hand beside her head, and leaned over her. I straddled over her one leg, and unbuttoned my tshirt. Started kissing her, and rubbing her thighs, with my other hand, moving over until I was just rubbing between her legs until she spread them a bit. She mumbled something but I shushed her, and told her to hold still.

I picked her up a bit we pulled down her pants; I started licking her stomach. She was slitting slumped with her lower half off the couch, and I moved my hands to her inner thies and started licking her clit (she had natural hair, but wasn't a really hairy girl.) I worked her to orgasm, she let out a short moan and tensed up, and she was short of breath. Her pants and panties were still on, but around her ankles. I had an open shirt and my jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped.

I got up and leaned over her and asked if she wanted to go to the bedroom. She was nervous, she said that she hadn't done this "a lot" and was worried about it hurting, so I said that she might not be able to take me without preparing herself first (this was a throwback to some of the things she'd said about her being mature when we were flirting earlier.)

Then I went deadpan, and checked the clock again. I said it was getting late, and that we should pick this up another time. She kinds looked panicked and scrambled to get her clothes back on, and I told her that I was almost always there and she could drop in any time. (did not give her any other contact info, lied and said I didn't have "msn" when she asked about it) I said I'd be waiting for her.

I expected her back the next day or the day after, but I didn't see her. Then saturday, I got a knock on the door and it was the same girl from the previous week. Apparently she was in trouble or something and couldn't come that weekend, and something about school. She was beaming, I let her in, held her hand, and positioned myself behind her. I said we shouldn't waste any time, and asked her if she had been "training" herself, and she giggled and gave some kind of affirmative I couldn't hear properly, and I started feeling her up and nuzzling her neck, while she rubbed me through my jeans. (this was actually the first time she had touched me)

I took her into the bedroom, and helped her remove her clothes. I got her to remove mine herself, and she lay down on the bed. I made out with her, same kinda routine but horizontal this time, and didn't bring her to orgasm with my mouth and hands. She spread her legs, and then I positioned myself and thrust into her a bit. She cried out, but there was no blood or anything. (afterwards she did say it was her first time, and I figured it was) She couldn't take me in all the way, but I thrust into her shallow, with my arms around her shoulders and my hands in her hair, sometimes using my right hand to position her waist from the back.

After the first time, we both lied together and when I got hard again she got a little exploratory, I showed her how to jack me off properly better but she we started having sex before I finished. We had sex a total of four times over five hours, three missionary types and once doggy style, and then we had a shower together. After she was fully dried off, I gave her one of my email addresses and she left, I haven't heard from her in the last two days.