Ever had an ugly chick on the side?

I've always been the man who goes after the hot women, and I had my fair share of luck, married a beautiful woman, but when you get to some age, you start reminiscing, and realizing, how much sex you denied, just because, on initial contact, you showed zero interest in an ugly woman, or two.

This thought haunted me for some time, and all the thinking led me to this, old friend of mine, who is now divorced, with three kids. I mean, she is ugly, not kind of interesting, or passable - really ugly. Only upside is, that she has huge tits, that became even bigger and saggier since she hit 40.

So, I decided to test my theory, that she wanted to do it with me, but I never gave her any signal that I would - and it worked. I don't do it very often, any time I get bored, or get some time, so, I don't know, once or month, or even rarer.

Sex is amazing. First time we fucked, I accidentally came on her hair, and she didn't mind. It only progressed from there. Fucked her face, upside down, with full on thrusting, she was gagging, and as she was spitting out, all the spit rained down her face, and into her eyes... So fucking hot.

I have slapped her, spit on her, pulled her hair, called her every name in the book, and she just takes it all, with pleasure.

Amazing. Best sex I ever had.

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

To be continued.

HISTORY OF PORN

Much of the short film clips seen here on Motherless are reminiscent of the Old Projection machine known as the Nickelodeon. Much of the fact that it was used for Porn has been covered up today.

It started by projecting "flipping" stereographic cards as you crank the arm of the machine, after depositing a nickel. As tech developed, a motion picture film loop was later added known as the Kinetoscope.

During the time, they even sung a song about it's use and "addiction" (even though it was hidden in the lyric's intent. The song "Music, Music, Music" sung of how "all I ever want to hear is Music-Music-Music" after putting in "another nickel". There is no known instance of "Nickelodeon" being used - as in the song - to imply a jukebox-like device. So the JOY expressed in the song was for what was SEEN within it. As such, even the Song about it later: Some radio stations refused to play the record because of the thought that the lyric "I'd do anything for you/Anything you'd want me to" might be construed as indecent. However, at the time - before the popularity of the song - "Nickelodeon" in fact referred to a five-cent silent movie theater

The meaning of the word (Nickelodeon) has been muddied ever since. In fact, when it was current in the early 20th century, it was used only to refer to a small five-cent theater and not to any coin-in-the-slot machine, including amusement arcade motion picture viewers such as the Kinetoscope and Mutoscope.

Much of the actual history of porn being shown around the world is being forgotten. Actual machines and stereo cards go into private collections. While Hollywood works to maintain and restore old films, original "Blue movies" dry up and rarely get made into digital.

I write this to hopefully inspire that the segment of that history not be allowed to go Extinct.

I confess: I had a dream (non-sexual) about one ex-girlfriend (from decades ago), woke up just now with morning wood, and dumped a load of cum in my wife.

I occasionally had dreams (non-sexual as well) about this same ex-girlfriend when I was married to my ex-wife. I've probably had more dreams with this particular ex-girlfriend in it than with my ex-wife and current wife combined.

I'm not sure why.

This ex-girlfriend definitely wasn't "the one" - we were young, and neither of us thought either of us were "the one." She wasn't my first hookup, my first blowjob, my first fuck, or my first girlfriend, and we only dated for a few months. She wasn't particularly gorgeous although she wasn't bad looking; her tits and ass weren't particularly fantastic although she wasn't unattractive; the sex wasn't terrible although it's nothing to fantasize about or reminisce over. She wasn't the dumbest or the smartest person I've ever known; our conversations and shared experiences in our immaturity were fun at the time, but nothing extraordinary.

After we broke up, I saw her around in school, but we weren't particularly close, and after graduation, I only saw her three or four times. We haven't seen or spoken to or chatted with each other in over a decade, although we're Facebook friends.

Does this happen to anyone else?

This happened many years ago, in my 20s, and I still think about it.

I had this friend, she was a beauty, but a real beauty, the kind of, no man cant ignore. We were close, and even though I looked pretty good myself back then, she was always the star of the show. Maybe, just maybe, there was some resentment over it - guys would always approach her, when approaching us, and I did feel a bit overshadowed by her. But she was a good friend, my confidence, someone I could always rely on.

Of course we talked boys, and I was always a bit ashamed by how open she was about it - I was always more timid, both in talk and in action.

One summer, we were at the beach, and her bf of the time was with us. Just a lovely day, and she didnt pay much attention to him. She had a lots of short term relationships, she was never alone, but none of these were serious. As the evening was coming, we went for the one last swim, he stayed in his beach chair. When we got back, all wet, she started joking with him.

"Oh, I see that you are enjoying yourself."
"Two beautiful ladies with me, sun, beach, what is there for a man, that can be better."

I didnt quite get it at first, but soon enough it came to me, that she was talking about his boner, he tried to hide.

"Cover yourself, we have got a maniac here" she continued with the jokes. I saw he felt a bit awkward. "Stop it"

Then, she sat in his lap and started kissing him. Hated feeling like a third wheel, so I just laid down, trying to get some sunshine, before it goes down the horizon.

"Oh man, you are crazy."

Ignored it.

"Hey, cmon, stop it."
"You dont want me to stop."

I cant remember if those were the exact words, but it was something like that. When I turned my head, she was giving him head, right there, on the spot.

He looked at me and just shrugged his shoulders, with a smile. Our spot was a bit secluded, and no one was around, at the moment, but still, it was surreal.

Decided to look away, but there was a devil in her.

"You are looking at her, arent you? He is looking at you" she almost yelled through laughter, only to continue the act. On the next intermission, and I was still looking the other way, almost like on a look out, she yelled "come here".

This part, I cant quite remember. I guess it is some kind of shock. I cant remember when I got up, what I was thinking, nor how I approached it. I remember his smile (and he was a damn handsome man, a bit older than us), and that I was there, on my knees, laughing with her. It is all a blur. We were kissing it together, than kissing each other, she was stroking it while it was in my mouth, I was licking his balls while she was sucking it... At this point, the details might as well be an add on to the story, because I am not sure if I remember them, or they are a fragment of my imagination, built on over the years of reminiscence.

At one point, while I was doing my job, she backed of, for a second, only for me to feel he hands on my hips. She pulled my one piece to the side, and I felt her hands on me. It felt like a fever dream. He was slightly moaning, while pushing my head down, I was moving my knees back, and arching my ass to give her access, felt her tongue and lips on my clit, and I was hot and wet long before she even touched me. Couldnt breathe, both from his cock and the excitement, while moving my hips, in an effort to get more traction on her lips.

When she moved her lips up, over my anus, and started licking it, while rubbing my clit - black out!!!

My knees gave up, entire body was shaking, I got him out of my mouth, lay my head on his thigh, while almost screaming from joy, while feeling through my right hand, in which was his cock, the spurts of cum shooting out, and him moaning.

It was a perfect storm.

The intense of this orgasm is hard to explain with words, this was just a bad effort of it. Got home in haze, remember we were all laughing, but besides that, it remained a black hole in my mind.

She dumped him, a few days later, and since she didnt mention it the first time we met afterwards, I decided to act like it never happened.

Only glimpse of memory, that I ever saw in her, was when I was getting married, and she was my maid of honor, she jokingly said "this one stole you from me, for good".

I have never done something similar, ever again, but that one experience lead me to places like this one, to help me relive it, as I have been, over the last 15 years.

We are still best friends, but I sometimes wonder, if there was a different road my life could have went down, but after many doubts, and many sleepless night, I realized one of these two things - I love men way more, or that I am one big coward.

My wife and I were gearing up for sexy time the other day. She went pee before hand. Then I slid down her body and started eating her out.  Somewhere during the sessiom, my tongue flicked over her piss hole, and the taste of salty piss danced across my tongue. And I went WILD like an animal. It made me so hard. I ravaged her until she came.  But she's told me on multiple occasions she's not into water sports. I've let her hold my cock while I've taken a piss, hoping that might do it.  But no luck.

Just reminiscent about a really great time is all.  I'd love to meet other people into watersports. *sighs*

2 chavs with big bums who I had a doggy only threesome with after a rave in Leeds whilst my gf at the time was asleep on the sofa downstairs because she asked them to share me with her but regretted it after I double kissed them on the dance floor so she got paralytic and blackout dizzy on the drink 

im just reminiscing trying to cum before my last line gets hoovered up

Is it normal to get turned on by your girls past? So I've been with my girlfriend a few years, we don't have sex very often and when we do she's quite vanilla and there's a lot she won't let me do. Last night we were talking and she just came out and said what a slag she was before we met. Obviously I knew I wasn't her first but I had no idea of what she was about to say. She told me she had been with a lot of men and that's just the ones she could remember, she said she used to get drunk and take a new man home every night, she even had nicknames like sofa sarah because she let two different guys fuck her on the same night on her friends sofa. I couldn't believe what I was hearing because she certainly wasn't that keen now and I had no idea what she used to be like, but I loved it. In my head I couldn't stop wondering how I measured up, I never really particularly worried but hearing how many she'd taken even statistically there would have been a lot bigger and better than me, my cock was harder than its ever been listening to her describe what a slut she was and the amount of big cocks that had used her pussy before I came along, she said she never once used protection either. Whenever I've fantasised about her with other men before I imagined it was with a black man because she told me before she had never been with one so it felt dirtier but while reminiscing she suddenly remembered about a black mutual friend of ours, my ears pricked up and I nearly came at the thought of her fucking him but she told me she'd just given him a blowjob which in a way was even better! She very rarely gives me blowjobs and the thought of her enjoying sucking a black cock and probably taking his cum in her mouth was too much excitement. I was working out the dates in my head and it was right before we got together but like I said I had no idea because with me she wasn't like that. Now I cant stop wanking to the thought of what I thought was my boring wife taking cock after cock and load after load from complete strangers, letting them use and defile her in ways she'd never let me. Now I'm wondering how you can just turn that off, how can you be that addicted to different cocks then suddenly stop, perhaps she never did? 

CHRISTMAS PAST

Sitting around reminiscing of past Christmas, and I am reminded of last year, Christmas eve. It was around midnight, and I was lying down to sleep, when all of a sudden I heard some banging on the roof. As I
ran outside , I heard a voice say ho,ho,ho. I held back my anger, and shouted "she doesn't live here anymore, dammit. We got divorced. " She must not have listened to him anymore than she listened to me, cause he said her nickname 3 times. . Anywho , merry Christmas.

Was just reminiscing and realized, I like being a home wrecker. The best of these adventures (possibly the start) happened back in Uni. During my professional program, this one chick liked to constantly talk about how she was engaged and show her ring. She was a pretty cute Chinese girl with a great body. Always wanted to fuck her, but back then I was nicer I guess, didn't want to hit on a taken girl. That was, until one day, there was a fire drill for my dorms so I went to the library while that was going down. There I was, studying peacefully, when she showed up. I made small talk hoping she would go away, but she kept on talking about her stupid engagement and fiance for 2 straight hours and just wouldn't take the hint to leave. That was when I decided I would break that shit up.

For a few days I flirted with her casually, invited her to my place a couple times to chat (get her comfortable). After a bit, made my move and invited her up. Started flirting a bit more, lightly touching and getting close.At some point, we had a "moment" where she was close enough to kiss and she started stammering about her engagement and ring and what not. Told her, "Hey, I've never seen the ring up close, can I see it". She took it off and gave it to me, and I immediately grabbed it and put it into a drawer. Then looked straight at her, said "There we go" and kissed her full on the mouth. She resisted a bit but I pulled her and slowly moved my hands over her back and ass, she fell apart pretty quickly. Fucked her good that night and I could tell she was really pent up. Made her suck and ride me and she didn't hesitate at all. After the fact I could see the guilt on her face, pretty much made me hard again. As a final dick move (in hindsight, a bit too far), when she was putting on her clothes I fished the ring out and jokingly dropped it in the waste basket. The look on her face....priceless. Watched her fish it out in her bra and panties while I sat on the bed with a shit eating grin on my face. Made good use of her regularly after that night. The ring became a regular prop during sex. Didn't know if she got off on being subbed but she went along with it everytime.

The future of our Earth and race

http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/the-future-earth.html

"Many of us focus entirely on our current time on this Earth, which arguably we should, or we reminisce and study our past. This is because the future of Earth is often unsure, it is unknown and for some it is even irrelevant as we will not be here."