If only all problems were always so easily solved

First off, my apologies to ML community members who are wanting to masturbate. This post will not help you. Please stop reading.

So anyways, the dreaded "check engine light" on the car came on. So i set out to go to AutoZone as they offer a free reading of codes. They'll use their diagnostic tool to read what the code is -- the code that is causing the "check engine light." A very nice free service, in my opinion.

But before i got there i stopped at a gas station and filled it up with premium 93 octane gas.

Voila!!! Magic!! The "check engine light" came off immediately!!!

:)

For the record, i am well aware that i'm not totally out of the woods yet. but this buys me a little bit of time. I'm happy that a band aid will work in the mean time.

Stuff That One Might Worry About at Work

I am 56 years old. And i have the pleasure of working with a lot of wonderful young adults. :) I have a nice little job working banquets, waitering, dishing and such.

I no longer have nightmares about federal agents with guns coming after me. [Agents in the "Criminal Investigation" section of the IRS carry guns. Kind of serious, methinks.] I am no longer in the field of income tax.

I do still work, of course!! :) But it's not stressful!!! :) I never worry about work!!!

After work i leave and forget about it!! :) i go have a drink or two. And i'll eat dinner. :) Play on the internet. Then eventually go to sleep.

I do not lie awake in bed at night dreading about the horrible catastrophes that might happen at work tomorrow. I sleep peacefully. Life is good.

Anyways, one of my young co workers, 30, made a bad decision and left work to do an errand. Didn't tell anyone. Didn't clock out. That was wrong.

She is a single mom. And has a lot on her plate. But i will not claim that excuses her!

I'm going to go speak to the head guy tomorrow. Thinking that i'll immediately acknowledge that what she did was wrong. She's definitely in the wrong. She needs to be told that she was wrong.

But then maybe recognize "it's a shame. Because you're a hard worker and you're recognized and appreciated by your co workers. And it would be a shame to lose a strong worker."

My comments might help a bad situation. Or the might not have any effect. So be it.

I met a random married lady at a motel yesterday. She messaged me out of the blue and things escalated quickly. I will post some of the chat below. I managed to sneak a few pictures as well.
The deal was she would take her panties off outside and hand them too me. At first she said she would have a butt plug in but said she couldn't get it out of the house because her husband was home.
Anyway she knocks and straight away bends over an pulls down her panties and hands them too me. They are a bit wet too. She had a big smile, nice face and a fat ass. Didn't expect this but she had dreads, lots of tats and smallish fake tits.
We go inside and after a quick chat get into it.
I start eating her out then finger fuck her to make her cum. The most surprising thing was as she was about to cum she grabs my arm and yells "Fuck You". She yells that every time she came. At first I was a bit shocked but then really liked it by the end.
I start fucking her and she knows how to make it fun. Legs up, sexy moans, pulling her nipples the whole lot. I jumped off and quickly finger fuck her again to orgasm. This time it's a lot wetter and I thought I felt a little squirt.
I put my cock straight back in and start fucking harder. As she gets close again I do the same thing. This time she squirts all over my hand and the motel bed.
I do this one more time then bend her over (like the pic).
I fuck her doggy and then do the same fingering to make her cum again. This time she explodes yelling the biggest fuck you so far. She squirts so hard some hits the wall 2 meters away. The rest covers my leg and foot. I was standing in a puddle and almost falling over so had to grab a towel and clean it up.
I fucked her doggy until I came inside her.
We both lay on the bed exhausted until we go again.
I make her cum a couple more times but no more squirt, think she was out, and cum inside her again.
We clean up and she leaves without her panties which I can still smell her pussy on.
Was fucking amazing.
Can't wait to meet her again.

White girls are beginning to admire dreads on a black man...it makes thugs look more macho brutal and untamed...!!!

I want to confess that years ago I worked for a time as a prostitute during university. Now its about to come back and haunt me. One of my clients has moved into the town where I live.
For so long I've dreaded this happening, bumping into one of the clients. Every time since i stopped,when I would go somewhere where there were people, i would scan the room with my eyes to ensure i knew none of the men there. I could work for an intelligence agency i became that good at doing it so quickly. Only then could i relax. This would range from clubs, bars, restaurants, external work meetings, gyms or any place people would gather in a crowd.
Time has passed. Moved back near where i grew up. Done the whole domestic suburban thing. Marriage, mortgage, family. All that is short is a dog to complete the picture. Have a bit of a career (not a great career) with a good company that pays me very very well. In the last couple of years i relaxed. I'm in my 30's now. That whole prostitute thing is far behind me. I dont look like i did back then.I'm older, hair is a different colour and style.Old friends would know me but not a guy from a half hour of sex. I believed at some point that i wouldn't be recognised to a casual observer.
Then a couple of weeks ago, I was walking over to get my hair done for a party and passed a random man. Its the type of place thats small enough where people sometimes casually say hi or hello and carry on. As i passed him i smiled, he smiled and i just was about to say hello thinking he was someone i vaguely recognised from somewhere in town. I could see his face as we passed and he was thinking something similar that he knew me from somewhere. This all happened an instant. It felt like someone hit me.My heart nearly came out through my chest as I knew his face. I knew it from the past. The feeling of absolute dread came over me. I carried on walking. Got to where I was going and sat down. Got my breath back. While getting my hair done, realised that he may not be someone from my past. Even if he was, its most likely he was passing through or visiting someone in the town. I would have seen him around before otherwise. So i managed to relax. I used have a plan on what i would do if i did meet a former client. Nothing of that plan came back to me.
It's all going fine after that fright. Then on a recent morning school run, there he was dropping off his son. He said hello. I don't even know if i gave any reply. He asked if i remembered him and he named the university and city i had been in. I was grasping at the thought he we must have been in uni together. He was talking casually but, the way he was looking at me, the way he stood, I knew what was going through his mind. He was remembering exactly how he knew me. He's moved to the town I live in. I have no memory after that. Do not recall how i got to work, just that in work people were giving me a coffee and asking if i was ok. Some asked if I needed to go home.
2 days ago I met him again. When i say met, i could see him from down the street on the opposite side and he crossed over. He deliberately made a point to come up to me. You should have seen the sneer on his face when he said hello. I think it was meant to be a smile. I couldnt walk past him without making a scene of some sort so was stuck there with him. Part of the final conversation with him is that he remembers me and it was really good times. While he didn't say what he remembers, by the intonation of his voice and the look on his face, we both knew what he was talking about. His final words as i managed to walk away were about catching up on old times and his hoping he will see me soon again. He laughed when he said that.

So why am i putting all that on here. I need to do something. I cant sleep properly. I'm tired. I can't think. I want the whole thing to go away. It's not like i can tell anyone about all of this. I read somewhere one time, when you have a problem, write it all out. It clears the mind. Read it back and the whole problem becomes easier to manage.
So there, maybe it will help

Today i got that phone call that every man dreads.

"Hey Jim"

"Hey Sam" I replied.

"Jim your driver's side window regulator is broken. That's gotta be fixed."

OK

"I replaced one motor mount. But i could not remove the other one, the bolt is broken. I can't get to it."

"Also, Jim, you have an oil leak... one of the axles... rust..." he went on for a bit.

I responded "So you're telling me that I'm at the point where putting more money into this car is no longer a good idea."

"Exactly!!!" he said.

OK.

We ended our conversation.

I just sat silently for a few moments.

I'm not going to have my sports car anymore??

But the car is only 26 years old!!!!!!

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.

this is just nasty.....i cannot believe she has dreads lmfao

I confess that I was a naughty girl at my uncle's wedding. This weekend I went with my mom and dad to my uncle's wedding. This was a second marriage for my uncle, and there was absolutly NO ONE under the age of 40 or over the age of 10. I was by myself. I knew I'd be bored and by myself, so I brought along my ben wah set. Just before dinner I excused myself to wash up and inserted the balls. While I was at dinner and listening to toasts and speeches and all, I would tilt my pelvis and move subtly in my chair and feel the vibrations throughout my entire pelvis. Every subtle move brought a soft sexy sensation. It kept building slowly and carefully. It was a delicious agony. I did it just enough to give me pleasure, but not enough to make me cum. I kept at it for 45 minutes and no one knew. Finally I had to give in, so I went to the ladies room and finished myself off with a climax that buckled my knees and made me see stars.

My panties were soaked through. So I took them off, and took the balls out, and went pantiless for the rest of the day. My uncle did want to dance with me. It was a slow dance and I worried that he would move his hand too low on my back. All I had was a soft cotton cocktail dress on, and a half-slip. He was a gentleman and my secret was safe.

So...in the past two weeks I've discovered I have a couple of new fetishes. I so love denying myself an orgasm, mostly by putting myself in a place where I want to cum so desperately, but I really can't show it. The other is to be an undercover nudist so to speak....not wearing panties and hope yet dreading someone will brush up against me and know I'm naked under my skirt.

I confess my wife always wakes me up in the middle of the night from a deep sleep for sex and I fucking hate it. Even if I’m not asleep but just lying down tired, trying to sleep I dread her waking up and looking for sex.

Does this ever happen to anyone else?

Sometime this weekend im going to finally break the news to my friends and family that the reason I have been so depressed and not myself lately is because I am hsv2 positive. (Genital herpes) I have been dreading this day for over 9 months but its time to get this weight off of my shoulders. Im not really sure what kind of reaction ill get but ill probably end up crying. I know my family will be sympathetic and my 3 best friends should react the same. I just pray that they are mature enough to not say anything to anyone about it.

So I've been involved with a super sexual extremely insane gf for the last two years , and I have dreaded what she will do to cause me problems or problems for herself.  I'm constantly worried that she will harm herself.  She always fights and argues. Until Easterv, that is.  She got really fucked up Easter,  got arrested,  and I haven't had one problem since, which leads me to believe that there are some people in this world who must be incarcerated,  so that they won't harm anyone else. 

I confess I don't even know if I can continue living. I lost the love of my life 2 weeks ago and it's all I think about. I miss her so much. I constantly see her face or hear her saying my name. I go to bed almost every night crying and have panic attacks when I get real worked up. The conversation we had during the break up just keeps playing through my head. I dread tomorrow every day. Too many things remind me of her.

I have a confession. I cheated on my gf of a few months with an 18 yr old little mixed girl with dreads. I met her at a concert and then later ran into her at a party and ended up getting sloppy drunk when she followed me into the bathroom and used my phone to upload of bunch of raunchy videos to my Snapchat story. After the host of the party had went to bed, and a few steamy make-out sessions recorded and photographed by my mate, I ended up tying this lil bitch up and fucking her brains out on the couch, then blindfolded her, bound her hands behind her back and forced into her doggy position telling her to beg for daddy's cock, to my surprise she was more than willing, a few pumps in at a ferocious pace I slip out to quite big a surprise, this lil fucking cum dumpster squirted all over the fucking couch and my cock no warning. I then pick her up and throw her up against the wall and start choking her to see the host of the party standing in the hallway piss face drunk watching us, I give him a nod and start showing off for him, asking her if she's daddy little slut, then asking if she'd like her cute little asshole filled, so I fucked her tight virgin asshole until I could hardly breathe, stopped told her I was disgusted and needed to leave and left her crying on the couch wondering what was wrong with her that she couldn't make me cum. She still sends me nudes and dirty vids via snapchat to this day. I'll later share some of this if ya'll really want to see, which I'm sure you filthy fucks would love to.

i confess i dont know how to live with this anymore. for 7 months i've been in a lucid nightmare. i seek salvation. i know i have sinned but no one deserves to be put through this. none of us.
i sit here in my room in a numb stupor filled with a nameless dread hoping an end will come soon. this is not a cry for help.
it's an ultimatum...

it's been 7 months since Rockstar premiered the first trailer for Grand Theft Auto 5. since then they've said nothing about it. no details, release date, word of the plot, new trailer, nothing.
if by then end of this month, there is still no news concerning Grand Theft Auto 5, i will NOT buy it release day. thats right. instead i will wait a whole week to purchase it, fatally impacting their anticipated first-day-buy world record sales.
they leave me no choice.

..i guess some men just want to watch the world burn..

Damn, not bad. I got to pg 10 before the dreaded repeats started. I think there are still some posts that I haven't been able to get to before lockdown, tho.
Sure wish they'd get that fixed.

I wrote a KotH fan fic years ago then forgot about it. Just added a part 2. Enjoy!

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…

>Part 2<

There was a tap at the window. Luanne cast a hazy look towards the sound.
“Luanne!”
She had not gained focus yet as she slowly rolled to a seated position and rubbed her eyes.
“Luanne! It’s Lucky! Come to the window.”
The voice of her ex-boyfriend somehow filled her with joy. She walked over to the window.
“Luanne… I’m an idiot. I nearly lost the best thing in my life. And for what? A bunch of losers? I need you back, Luanne. Will you come away with me?”

Luanne was filled with warmth and hope. She climbed out the window and into Lucky’s outstretched arms. He ran with her to his 4x4 and shut the door. Luanne was absolutely beaming. She was about to crank up the radio when she noticed the display looked weird. It looked like a digital clock. Slowly but deliberately her dream faded and she returned to reality. She had been looking at her clock. 11:17 PM…

As the hope and joy of her dream melted away it was replaced by the cold dread of her dark bedroom. As her mind made the transition she leaned up. There was light coming from underneath the door way. He was still awake. Luanne sat frozen. Listening for any sound. She thought she could hear something but then realized it was her own heartbeat. Pounding in her chest.

“Calm down, Luanne” she thought to herself. “He just forgot to turn off the light.” She could hope.

As she continued to sit there in silence a lack of any sound had a calming effect. Was she in the clear? The second she allowed her anxiety to relent she heard the garage door open. A cold pall was cast over her. Her only reaction was to silently lay back down and curl up. Her pounding heart the singular focus. As it began to echo in her ears all fell silent when she heard her door open. No sound. No feeling. Only the black of her eyelids. It felt like hours to Luanne before she heard her door close. As she listened to him walk to her bedside the chill turned to the feeling of insects crawling up her back. It was all she could do to not physically brush away the feeling he had draped upon her. Heart pounding again.
He stood at her bedside for a full minute. Looking at his prize. The line of her ample body causing his manhood to press against his jeans. He took one final swig from his Alamo can and put it on her bed table. Luanne heard the jangle of his belt as he removed his pants. As ants on her back were now biting her the knowledge of what was about to happen nearly drove her to vomit. She swallowed hard as he slunk under her blanket and pressed his throbbing dick against her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and began to grind into her large ass. It was at this time that the cold sweat came and all feeling was gone. If Luanne had a mind she would understand that this was a defense mechanism to help her cope with the extreme nature of her predicament. But alas, she does not. However, what was undeniable was the feeling of nothingness that washed over her. He was now holding her hips as he pressed his penis in-between her legs as best as he could while still clothed. He liked the pressure. After a few minutes, another pressure was too much to bear. He removed his boxers. Slid her sweat pants down to her knees and placed his throttled member in-between the soft upper part of her thick thighs. He could feel the involuntary wetness develop through her white cotton panties as he started to dry hump her. Luanne could smell the mixture of his constant bad breath and stale Alamo beer creep down her face as he began to lick her neck and ear. She began to tear up as his hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts over the bra. As he kneaded her breasts he began to moan in her ear.

“I love you, Luanne” he stammered out as he continued his assault.

The mixture of precum and pussy juice had become audible with his thrusts. Sensing he was close he slowed down. He ran his hands over her stomach back to her thighs. He rubbed them over then moved one hand down to her pussy. The fact that the whole area was moist filled his entire being with excitement and a warped sense of connection to Luanne. “She is enjoying this” he thought to himself. He gently pushed her to the side as he removed her sweatpants and panties. As he laid back down beside her flat on his back he took a deep whiff of the mess she had made in her panties. The unmistakable smell filled him with carnal lust. He adjusted so that he was sitting with his back to the head board and she was sat in-between his legs facing away.

“Luanne? Luanne… are you awake?” he whispered.
Luanne began to cry. The soft whimpers driving Hank Hill to near sexual insanity. He gathered himself.
“Luanne… hold your arms up.” A request that was always made and never followed.

He removed her shirt unassisted and pulled her towards him so that she was sitting on top of his engorged member. Driving it into her mattress. Softly he draped his hands over the top of her breasts and moved up and down over her bra. Hank liked the last little barrier. Soon it was more than he could take. He pushed her forward slightly and unclasped her bra. He moved the straps off her shoulders but was careful not to let it fall off the front. In one fluid motion, he moved his hands from the top of her breasts down. The bra fell to her lap and he fondled her heavy breasts. His fingers rising one by one as he dragged them over her large puffy nipples. Her whimpers became quiet crying. After a few minutes of groping her chest and kissing her neck one of his hands came up to wipe her tears. Her whole face was covered. This made Hank insatiable. He gently twisted her head to the side and began licking the tears from her cheek. Moved to the other side and cleaned that as well. The stink of his drying saliva altering Luanne’s perception. The salty taste in his mouth was the limit. He pushed her slightly forward at the hips and his dick popped straight up. He spun her around so that she was facing him, put her lifeless arms over his shoulders, and pulled her into him. Her chubby pussy lips were now wrapped around the base of his shaft. The heat from it surprised him. He began to involuntarily grind into her. Luanne was looking down, eyes closed, sobbing. Tears dripping from the bottom of her chin onto her breasts. He placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled up. Her eyes would not meet his.

“Luanne? Uncle Hank loves you. You know that, right?”
Luanne answered with question with more quiet crying.
“Luanne? I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. You’ll let me love you, right?”

He did not wait for an answer as his putrid tongue was thrust into her mouth. He began to grunt has his tongue made love to her throat. He had now moved his hands down to her ass cheeks so he could slide her dripping wet cunt up and down his shaft.

“Oh god, Luanne” he stammered as he began to feast on her neck and chin.

It was in this moment that awareness clumsily returned to her. It had never gone this far before. Never this intense. Luanne bravely ventured a quick a look into his eyes and he was not there. They were lifeless. Like a dolls eyes. She had to do something. She had to make a decision. To save the one shred of dignity she had left…

As he was mindlessly grinding her and the pace quickened she whispered, “…Uncle Hank?”

The sound of her whisper somehow shattered through him as he looked up at her.

“Uncle Hank…” she whimpered as she gulped down the putrid mix of his saliva and hers, face breaking out because of all his bacteria.
“…I’ll love you back if you’ll let me, Uncle Hank.”
The statement threw Hank Hill’s mentality for a loop. As he searched for words he noticed her arms slightly tighten behind his neck. It was all he could do to speak.
“How do you want to love me, Luanne?” he asked as he slowly began to grind again.
“Like this…” and with that she began to slowly counter his gyrations.

At this point Luanne stopped crying. Any thought aside from the void caused from being molested by her uncle was a light in the darkness.
Effecting an innocent Texas twang as best she could she asked, “Can we ‘jus rub ‘em together? As she softly but assuredly began to pick up the pace. All in the hope that agreeable vulnerability would calm his carnal lust.

Normally, this is not how Hank Hill operates He needs absolute control. Absolute dominance. But the magnitude of her request had pierced him. Had he finally broken her? These “sessions” have been escalating and getting dangerous. If she had succumbed to him, he had to play his hand right so he didn’t upset the delicate balance.

“Yes, baby. We can.” He answered as he slid down flat on his back.

Luanne wiped her nose with her arm, leaned forward over her uncle so that her heavy breasts were hanging down over him, and began working her hips. Slowly grinding her cunt up and down the length of her uncle’s big dick. Hank Hill had left himself again. Only this time he was in a haze of infatuation. Secure in the fact that he had broken her. She was his. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pulled her down slightly and began to suck on her puffy nipples. Popping them as he released her large areolas. As he was tonguing her breasts the sickness returned to Luanne. As with any trauma, being present in the moment invites the pain to come rushing in. She had to end this quickly. She began to roll her wide hips and press down into her uncle’s rock hard erection. Suddenly he stopped sucking her breasts. She cast a quick glance at her uncle and his eyes were closed. He began to gyrate into her deliberately. He grabbed her large warm ass cheeks with his hands and pressed her into him even harder.

Her uncle breathlessly spoke, “Oh baby. Keep loving me.”
His ass was now rising off the bed as his pelvis lifted her with each thrust. So much so that she had fallen forward and they were chest to chest.
“Oh Luanne… oh, God! I’m cumming baby!” he choked out as four ropes of her uncles hot cum forced its way in-between them.

Involuntarily, Luanne rose up off him and the cum began to drop down her stomach. As it began to reach the top of her pussy she cupped in with her hand. She looked at her uncle. His eyes were closed and he had a tired smile on his face. She stayed straddling him. Afraid to move. She silently moved her hand up her stomach to get the rest of her uncle’s sperm off her body and into her hand then wiped it into the comforter. As she did that he looked up at her.

“You’ve made your uncle very happy, Luanne.”

And with that he leaned off her bed. Bent down and put on his jeans. The reality of watching him put on his jeans. The hairy legs and the jangle of the buckle was too much for Luanne. The vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. She clenched her lips as tight as she could. Mercifully, her uncle did not look back and silently left her room. Luanne stayed motionless on her knees on the bed. Nose and eyes running from the acidic vomit that had filled her mouth. She listened as she heard the familiar sounds of his “after session” bathroom sounds. As she heard the click of their bedroom door she rushed to the window, threw it open, and let the vomit shoot out of her mouth. Two more rushes after that. When she was done she dropped to her knees and openly wept in the corner of her room. The confusion of what had happened. The absolute disgust at what she did to avoid worse. The panging dread at what she would have to do in the future. All this mental anguish was cascading over her and breaking her soul.

After a few minutes, she got up from the floor. She put on her sweatpants. “Jaime” she thought hazily as the tears rolled down her face. Slunk to the bathroom and showered. Slunk back to her bedroom. Ripped all the blankets and pillows off her bed then laid down in her towel.

As she regained focus she saw the can of Alamo on her night stand. She smashed if off and saw her clock.

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

Back in high school, when I was very scrawny, 5'6 and less than 110lbs, I grew my hair long because I was into metal, it's dark brown and came to about half way down my back and I often painted my nails black.
Girls were never very interested in me, they'd be my friends and hang out to get high with me but that was about it.
One day I work up the courage to ask one of my hot chick friends out thinking "what's the worst thing that could happen"
At first she laughed at me and told me to fuck off, she didn't think of me like that, we were just friends, plus she had a bf.
Crushed my self-esteem, whatever.
A week later, she comes and talks to me during lunch.
She tells me her douche bag jock boyfriend was cheating on her and they just broke up, and wondered if I would still give her a chance.
She wants to try a "nice guy". Over the course of a month I used all the money I made working at BK on her. I took her on a date every weekend,
bought her a new purse 3 or 4 weeks into the relationship, she asks me to stop by her house this weekend so we can watch a movie on the couch and informed me her parents would be gone all day.
I get there and even though we weren't going anywhere she was wearing a pretty dress and had make up on.
I was mentally preparing myself to make a big move.
We go to her bedroom.
She just sits down on the bed and stares at the floor for a few moments.
uh oh.
I ask if somethings wrong, assuming she didn't want to see me anymore.
She says "Can I tell you a secret"
I say "Sure"
"I think I'm bisexual. I keep having feelings about girls... but I like you too"
I didn't know what to say.
She says "So, and it's totally okay if you're not okay with this, but um. My fantasy is kind of doing it with a girl with a man part"
"And you're not like the other guys who are all big and hairy and stuff"
"So I was thinking, if its okay with you, would you mind dressing up like a girl and.... fucking me?"
Blood instantly drained from my head to my dick, those last 2 words were what I had been wanting to hear for the last month, only with a real twist.
I tell her sure I don't mind. It's weird but I'd do anything to fuck this girl!
She jumps up and bounces around and kisses me.
She walks over to her dresser and pulls out a black bra, more or less a training bra, or a small A cup (obviously not hers, she has huge full tits) a black spaghetti strap tank top, a pair of thigh high fishnet stockings and a black semi-transparent thong. I think she had this planned out for a while.
She hands them to me and asks "One more little thing?"
I was dreading what it was but so eager to fuck her I say "Anything you want I'll do for you"
"Before we do it I want you to be as much like a girl as possible. I want you to shave, everywhere."
I agree and she takes me into the bathroom, I strip off my clothes and she draws a bath.
She gets out a couple of her razors and I get into the tub, I start with my pubes and legs while she does my chest.
I wasn't very hairy so it didn't take very long before I was completely bare, my legs, pubes, chest and she does my back and my butt.
We go back into the bedroom after I towel off.
She can tell I'm nervous so she takes off her dress first, and then her bra.
Standing there topless in front of me was all the motivation I needed.
She helps me dress up in her clothes I can tell she's very pleased with the results. Everything fit very well.
I looked very feminine and could have probably passed for female with the exception of my raging hard on.
She gets down to her panties and we crawl on to her bed, and start making out.
She wrapped her arms around me and kisses me for a long time using plenty of tongue.
She takes off her thong and has me eat her pussy while she gropes my chest, my legs and my butt, and strokes my very hard cock.
After a few minutes of licking her sweet smooth pussy she tells me she wants me inside her.
She pulls pulls my panties down and directs me to her nice wet pussy.
It was the greatest feeling in my life sliding into her nice tight cunt.
and it felt amazing being completely shaved and fucking her equally smooth body.
I could really see why girls fuck other girls, it was so clean feeling and it made every touch electric.
She kept saying "I wish you were a girl! I wish you were a girl!"
Being very into her fantasy I whispered in her ear "I am"
She's gasping and moaning like crazy and just screams out "I want to fuck your pussy so bad"
As eager as I was, I try to make it last nice and long to give her what she needs.
She goes from being on my lap riding me, to letting me fuck her from behind, all the while she's touching me everywhere.
She looked into my eyes and says "Can we take this a little further?"
I couldn't deny her no matter what she asks of me "Anything for you" I say
She makes me back down for a minute while she reaches over to her bedside table and opens the drawer.
I wasn't expecting when she produces a bottle of lube. (I was expecting handcuffs or something like that)
She gives me an inquisitive look and I nod my approval.
She squirts a generous amount on her middle and forefinger and reaches down between us and finds my asshole.
She slowly and gently parts me with her finger tips at first, then her entire fingers, just like you would finger a pussy.
The fact my cock never pulled out of her and her fingers made their way in made it very bearable.
She starts saying "You have such a tight pussy! Fuck me as hard as I'm fucking this pussy!!!"
I was rocked with waves of pleasure as our thrusts and her fingers worked in motion together until I couldn't take anymore and exploded inside her.
We laid there on her bed in each others arms, staring into each others eyes, no hint of embarrassment from either of us.
We had just done something for each other that we would both never forget.
After a while of content silence she asks me how I felt about what we had done and if we could do it just like this again.
I'd give her anything, I'd be anything for her, as long as she were mine.
I started wearing her underwear beneath my clothes regularly for her pleasure, in school, on dates, and especially in the bedroom.
We've been together two years now our sex lead her to start experimenting with her female friends and we started having many great nights of threesomes (those nights I didn't dress up) and she's enjoying pussy almost every day.
Would anyone not do what I'm doing to get what I'm getting?

My husband cheated on me.

We are together for 17 years. Met him young, he is a bit older than me (I am 41, he is 46). I was never a jealous type, never controlled him, so I guess I had it coming.

I found out by accident. She is around my age, but she is trash. That got me wondering what lead him to it.

I always thought our sex is great, we were experimenting with various turn ons (one of them is this place), but I guess I wasnt enough.

The most dreadful thing is, that I look so much better than her. She is a blonde like me, but ugly, short and simple. So I had to find out.

He kept his phone to himself, which he never did before, but eventually I got a hold of it. A lots of nasty stuff being said, but one thing kept popping up - anal. He kept writing, that he cant wait to "fill up her ass", messaging her to "get her ass lubed up for tonight" etc.

Anal is one thing I never wanted to do, but I would do it, if he would have been adamant about it.

Now, I am getting a divorce. Didnt tell him why, and the thing I wanted to ask is - is it possible that a man would give up on his marriage over anal?

Are you guys all like this?

I'm looking for two videos:

1) this is a video of a girl and her bf getting down when some old guy walks in and kicks the bf's ass. He throws the guy outside and the girl starts to insist that the old guy leave her bf alone and fuck her instead. Afterward, the bf starts crawling in while she is getting banged, and she keeps telling him to "Stay down" while moaning. The old dude knocks the bf out and the girl cums.

2) Video of a black dude banging a white/hispanic girl. She is on the couch and the room is dark. The dude had a huge, huge dick and had dreads. I can't seem to find it anywhere--always made me finish.

If anyone could help it would be very much appreciated.

I confess, in work last Friday I fucked one of my female work mates in the store room. The whole experience was totally spontaneous and never expected it to happen, but it did and I blew my load after a few seconds. now I have to go into work tomorrow and face her. Fucking dreading it like hell.

This is a really shameful story, so don't read on unless you are ready for some filth. I feel so ashamed typing this, but feel I need to tell someone. So I'm a young male, I live with my father, step-mother and step-brother (Jack), Both Jack and I are at university, but go back home during the holidays. Our parents have been together for several years, with us being young teenagers when they got married. They said it would be nice for us to have a brother to look out for us and that we would be able to stick together. But we have never really got on, maybe it is because we were used to having our parent to ourselves, maybe it is because once when we stole some booze and got a bit drunk that I admitted to fancying his mother. Anyway, it never really worked out. I'm at one university with a girlfriend, he is at another and has come out as being gay and has gone through several boyfriends.

Anyway, we were back home for the holidays, it was early in the morning and my dad and step-mum had just gone out shopping. Jack had been over a friends house the night before, and hadn't come back so I assumed he would be there for the day, he usually was after a drunken night. So I went into the parents room and rummaged through the laundry. I pulled out each of the pairs of my step-mums panties. There were several nice pairs but that wasn't what I was looking for, ah, here they were a pair of old looking fairly plain cotton, these wouldn't be missed. I was naked, so after a quick sniff I pulled them on. They felt good, and my cock started to get hard as I teased it through the material. Now for the next part. I went to the bathroom, I had been watching quite a lot of pantie pooping porn lately, and wanted to see how it felt.

I knelt in the bath, my cock now in my hand poking out the top of the panties. With a grunt I pushed and my bowels opened, rapidly filling the panties. Damn, it felt good, smelt a bit, but felt better than I expected to feel the hot shit filling the panties and pushing down agaist my balls.

Then I heard the laughter. I turned my head, and there was Jack, mobile phone in hand, videoing me. All I could do was say "Wha...wha...what are you doing home". "Had a little argument with John, didn't want to spend the day there". "Anyway, now you are going to suck my cock". No way, no way would I do that, and I told him so. "Sure, fine, don't if you don't want to, so, who shall I show the video to first? Mum? Your Dad?".

Fuck, he had me. "Fine, I'll suck it" What choice did I have. He got his cock out, raised his phone again and took a couple of photos of me "just in case the video doesn't caputure you in all your glory."

I'd seen his cock before, it isn't really that big, but it looked big as it came up to my face. "Open your fucking mouth then". "That's it, suck, lick, shit yes that feels good". "Go on, move your head back and forth on it". I feared he was going to thrust it in deeper, but he let me move my head back and forward over it, going as deep as I dared. I hoped he would cum soon to make it all stop. He pulled his cock from my mouth and moved forwards slightly. "Now lick my balls". I liked his balls, he groaned, suddenly pushed his cock back in to my mouth and emptied his load in to my mouth. I gagged, felt like I was going to choke. "Swallow it bitch". I had no choice, I swallowed it down.

It was over, it was dreadful but over. I went to stand up. "Where are you going? Get back on you knees". I did as he said, he had the video and photos. He let out a sigh, and a stream of piss left his cock and splashed over my face and body. He shook his cock and put it back in to his jeans. "Looks like you enjoyed it pal". I looked down, with shame I looked down and saw that I was still holding my cock, it was still hard. He turned and left. I couldn't help and with a few strokes my cock erupted. I cleaned myself, it took ages. I bagged and binned the filthy panties. I went to my brothers room, where he was surfing gay porn. "Ok, I did what you wanted, delete the video and photos".

"You have got to be joking, you are my bitch now, something tells me we are going to start being a lot closer".

Well, let me know if you want to hear more on what happened over the next few days.

The Dreaded Pennsylvania Department of Transportation

I needed to get my new photo license. And i dreaded the enormous long wait time.

But it was a very pleasant surprise!!! I was in and out of there in no time. It went very quickly. Almost no wait time.

Go me!!! :)

Real good fuck at hotel with me and tattoo girl with dreads

Looking for two videos, one I know was on Motherless at one point the other any link would do if anyone knows it.

1.) Saw on motherless its a young emo/punk girl with *i think* purple dreads, she's wearing a grey hoodie and the dude makes her blow him and even a super fast rim job. He threatens to punch her at one point...I remember that.
2.) Saw this video once, real trailer trash chick, it looks to be a home video or amateur but she's with 2-3 guys and they are taking turns with her and at one point one of them asks when the first time she did ass to mouth was and she tells this story about the first time she did atm.

I want to confess many of my first sexual experiences were with my cousin when I was younger. I use to hate her as she was kind of a chubby little bully, a few years older than me, that would always beat me up, I hated when they would come visit and dreaded having to hang out with her.

Then her dad took a job across country and we didn't see them for almost two years, to my delight, but eventually I over heard my mom saying the job didn't work out and they were moving back. Fast forward a couple weeks and they're coming over for supper....ugh!

I heard my parents greet them, I reluctantly go upstairs for the usual family banter about how big I've gotten, and there's my cousin "Jessica", only she's not a pudgy, awkward little girl anymore. She must have grown 4", had the roundest ass I've ever seen and even with a sweater on I could tell she was hiding a huge set of tits, her face had gotten skinnier too, except for this huge set of pink lips and the same long jet black hair and blue eyes I remember , being at the age I was very intrigued!

We finished supper and I ask if she want to go hang out downstairs, we watched a movie and chatted a bit getting to know each other again. On her way by to the the washroom she smacks me, apparently she hasn't changed that much, on her way back I waited for it and sure enough another smack, except I punch her back in her thigh. She turns and jumps onto me straddling me as we struggle, she's still the same aggressive girl I remember but now I don't mind.

It was never my plan to get her to jump on top of me but I was very aware of the fact that there's only two thin layers of denim between me and her pussy. I had her by her wrists and every time I would stop her from grabbing for my hair she would push her big tits right into my face. I could feel her thick thighs squeezing and releasing around me. Soon it started, I could feel my cock start to get hard as she grinded her pussy into me, embarrassed I over powered her threw her off sideways so that she was on her stomach, half on the couch and one knee on the floor, her shirt had lifted up exposing the small of her back, I could see bright pink panties peeking out the top of her tight jeans, her amazingly round ass perfectly in the air, my dick got even harder.

I quickly got up and tucked my hard on up into pants hoping she wouldn't notice. " you're dead now" she said as she got up, she pulled her sweater off revealing a tight yellow t-shirt, and a absolutely perfect set of DD tits squeezed into it. I could see the outline of her bra, it wasn't some teen training bra, she clearly had to wear women's bras, this one had a lacy top that you could see through her shirt. She began chasing me around the couch, watching her big tits bounce was doing nothing to tame my hard on.

Finally she caught me, maybe I let her catch me, and we wrestled down to the ground where I ended up on top, she squirmed around until she ended up on her stomach with me on top, I had her pinned down. "Had enough" I said jokingly as I went to get up, she quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled it underneath her and wouldn't let go, I could feel her big firm tits pressed up against my hand and forearm. We struggled and wrestled a bit but I literally couldn't get my hand free, so I straddled her hoping to flip her over, she immediately arched her back and pushed her ass up into the air and subsequently my cock which was beginning to get hard again.

At the time I don't remember thinking I knew exactly what she was doing but I knew something was different and I liked it! I positioned my self just perfect and let her grind her ass into me. I remember looking down and her shirt had worked itself half way up her back, her jeans pulled down slightly and her pink panties fully exposed and had slide up into a wedgie. Her fat, little ass arched all the way up into the air, this was clearly more than wrestling even though we continued to play it off as that.

Again my dick got super hard, I let it go a little longer this time, almost until I came, once again I was a little embarrassed so quickly moved to the side leaving her on her knees, ass in the air, still slightly grinding, shirt pulled up, with her panties wedged into her ass to the point where I could just barely see some ass cheek poking out the top of her jeans. I didn't know it at the time but that sight had stuck in my mind as one if the hottest things I've ever seen, to this day.

My hand was still pinned under her as she held it tightly with both hands between her tits, I figured what better way to get her to let go than grab her boobs, so I wriggled my hand a little, opened it and grabbed a full handful of her DD tit, expecting her to scream and let go. But the exact opposite happened and she lifted up slightly so that her tits were hanging down into my hand, I took full advantage and gave both of them a full grope for a few seconds but felt like an eternity, my other hand instinctively onto the small of her back, lifting her shirt more, exposing her full back and a white lacy bra strap. Suddenly an eruption of laughter could be heard from our parents upstairs and it broke our concentration.

I thought for sure I had went too far and it was over but as she let my hand go and I went to get up, she quickly tackled me, now she was on top with me on my back, "your gonna get it now" she said laughing, I barely put up a struggle as she immediately began grinding her pussy into me, I pretended to try to get out from underneath her but was really just thrusting my hips and grinding back. I managed to free one hand and again pretended to try and push her off but only managing to push one side of her shirt up exposing one covered breast. She pulled one hand free, I thought she was going to pull her shirt back down but instead she lifted up the other side of her revealing her white lacy bra with her big tits popping out, again maybe I was naive, no I was definitely naive, but I knew we were more than wrestling around.

Not sure if anyone can attest to this but a newly developed pair of DD tits are probably the nicest tits you will ever see, hers were no exception. It didn't occur until some years later that as she sat there straddling me, shirt pulled up, huge tits popping out of her too small bra that her mom undoubtably just bought for her, these were the first real tits I ever saw, touched and in a few seconds licked, they were also the nicest tits I was ever gonna play with for the rest of my life....depressing looking back.

We were barely pretending to wrestle at this point, she was simply grinding her pussy on me with her tits half out, the only thing saving me from coming in my pants at this point is the fact she had slide up to put her tits in my face and was grinding just above my cock. Not knowing any better I just laid there licking the tops of her tits as they spilt out of her bra, as she began to breathe heavily. As she grinded harder and harder I could tell she was getting mor and more excited, but I had no idea what it meant.

I was getting excited too, she began to moan and at one point pulled her one tit out and put in my face, again not really knowing what to do I opened my mouth and just let it flop around licking her nipple as it brushed by, this was more than enough for me and I began to cum. I could feel it get wet in my pants and then as she continued to grind and moan I could feel it get squished out the top of my pants. It all came rushing to me what we had been doing, i was devastated at what I had done but to shy to say anything I just laid there as she continued to grind and make a mess of my cum which was all over the bottom of my shirt at this point, putting her tit in my mouth.

A few more minutes go by until finally she must have climaxed, although she didn't show it really, she quickly slowed down to a stop, got off and went to use the bathroom. I quickly went to my room and changed my shirt, I didn't want to come out but eventually mustered up the courage and came out, she was laying on the couch watching tv as if nothing happened, I was thankful. We spent the rest of the night more or less ignoring each other except some small talk.

Around midnight her parents yelled down the stairs saying it was time to go, she gathered her stuff up and started heading for the stairs, I got up to say buy to them, not sure if she thought it was a sign but she quickly turned back around and came back over to say goodbye I guess, she surprised me with a hug, it was more than a friendly hug, again she pushed her big tits up against me, she pushed me hard back onto the couch, jumped in me and started grinding on me hard again, "lets go" her dad yelled from the top of the stairs, she jumped off and ran up. Again I had a raging hard on and was ready for more, I stayed downstairs.

That was the first time me and my cousin fooled around but definitely not the last, it was also the first time I had groped a girl, sucked on tits, had a girl make me cum, so obviously it sticks in my head.

I must confess that while driving the girls to spring cheerathon, i was talking in my cell to no one, so I would look important going down the road. Alas, I am the dreaded "cell phony" and I have no life.

Sometimes I feel really guilty about this but then again. I'm a single dad raising a daughter. Her best friend for many years comes over often and spends the weekends sometimes. I started to lust after her and I think she egged it on by her sexy outfits. Shes a little bit of a flirt. I made the decision that I had to have her and thought for months how to do it. Things came to focus when I watched a TV program that talked about young girls and horses. One of the girls joked about how sore she was between her legs. That put the final piece in place. I had already found some rofies. It started on a weekend stay just like any other weekend. I asked the girls if they would be interested in going riding and they jumped at the chance. We went for morning lessons and then after lunch I let them go on a long ride with the trainer. They both mentioned how sore they were. After showers at home I took them out for dinner and a movie. When we got home I offered to make milk shakes and they were both wanting one. I mixed up the ingedients in the blender then added 2 rofies and poured them out in glasses for the girls. I watched them closely as they finished their shakes. Both had mentioned even before the shakes that it was a long day and they were exhasted. So off they went to bed. Normally my daughter comes for a good night peck on the cheek but nothing. I waited 1/2 hour and knocked on the door but got no answer. I walked over to the girls and lightly called their names but still no responce. I shook my daughter and she was out like a light. I walked over to the other bed and shook her friend also. No responce, then I shook her harder. I sat next to her on the bed and pulled the covers back. God was she beautiful. I lightly leaned over and kissed her on her lips. I then pulled her top up and kissed her nipples. I was hard as a rock. I got up and again went to my daughter and tried to wake her but she was still sound asleep. I went back to her friends bed and hooked my fingers on her panties and lowered them off her legs. I was looking at heaven. I fingered her pussy and felt her get wet so I leaned over and licked her juicy lips. I did not plan to go this far but I wanted her so bad. I stood up and took my shorts off and crawled between her legs. I figured I would just rub my cock head against her lips but I wanted more so I lowered myself onto her and slid my cock into her. She wasn't a virgin but she was really, really tight. I slowly slid in and out of her. I knew I would not last long and planed to pull out when I came but instead I let go with a big load of cum into her pussy. I regained my mind and looked at her innocent face and felt guilty about what I had just done. I quickly dressed her and pulled the covers up and went to bed and laid there feeling so guilty but at the same time so excited. I finally jerked off thinking about what I had done then fell asleep. When I woke up, I dreaded facing her and also feared they might know what I did. But they both seemed normal. Both complained about being sore from riding but asked if they would be able to go again. I worried for months about her being pregnant but thankfully nothing. I will never do it again but I will always remember that night forever.

why do black people have this huge sense of entitlement?? i was on the subway at a coffee line, n this dread head black dude bypasses the line n barks his order at the girl behind the counter, she turns to him n she serves him first! (she was black also but it was clear they didnt know each other) when someone in line spoke out against it the dreads kisses his teeth n the cashier rolls her eyes. as dreads leaves, he gives everyone a dirty look like hes thinking "racists!" wtf???

would all the gay people who visit motherless please start asking straight up gay questions instead of the dreaded "what would you do to her?" everyone knows you're sitting there naked waiting for someone to respond so you can jack off to their responses.

Anyone else having trouble viewing pictures?

I see the thumbnails, but when I click on them I get the dreaded red x.
Bloopster

This is 100% true.

For over 3 years now I've got the Tube to work, Blackhorse rd>>>King's Cross>>>Monument, and for the past 3 years there has always been the same woman who takes the exact same journey as me but we go seperate ways once we get to Monument. We usually strike up a conversation along the way, she wears a wedding ring and has said a few times to me that her husband is in the RAF, but she's very flirty with me and I've caught her staring at my bulge a few times and she sometimes wears a knee length skirt and sits opposite me uncrossing her legs and swapping over just long enough for me to get a look.

She's 24 and I'm 21 and just been made single, I have to admit, she's way out of my league which has been a barrier for me that I have been affraid to cross through fear of humiliation and having to see her nearly every day on the Tube. But for the past month or so I've been covering for a guy in another branch of work which means I've only had to get a train to Liverpool st station so we haven't seen each other for that amount of time.

So I've been back on my usual rota as of th 14th and I'm thinking to myself as I get on the escallator if she'll be there and how I should react to seeing her, whether it's to late to wish her happy new year and do I act surprised or casual to seeing her. As I turn the corner she's stood there and she sees me, she actually ran towards me and flung her arms around me and gave me a huge kiss on the mouth. My internal reaction was HOLY FUCKING SHIT BONER! but I kept my cool and we got chatting.

She first asked where I had been all this time and how she missed her "personal escort across London" and we were genuinely happy to see each other again, but that kiss she gave me was more than just a "hello". We got chatting as usual and I knew that if a stood even a remote chance with her I'd have to drop into the conversation that I'd split up with my girlfriend and I'm young free and single and on the prowl. So I see an opening and went for it, and she didn't even blink, took one of her gloves off and showed me a ringless finger and said she's getting a divorce.

We stared at eachother for a while in awkward silence, but I thought fuck it and was about to ask her out when she then said to me "you know, I haven't had sex in over 2 years?" My jaw hit the floor. According to her, her husband is sexually repressed and is repulsed by anything of a sexual nature, espescially intercourse. So I sat there and listened to her basicly tell me that she's horny as hell and wants a good shagging. By the time we got to Kings Cross she didn't want to talk about it anymore because it was starting to get busy and people were listening. But we got to Monument and arranged to meet eachother at the station at 1pm for a bite to eat and to continue our talk. I went straight to boots (it's a toiletries/chemist shop in the UK) and bought a pack of condoms in excitement.

Luch time came around and she didn't show, I was really disappointed but not surprised as she really is out of my league looks wise. I just went through my day as normal and went home.

The next morning I was dreading seeing her, my ex had also been trying to patch things up between us and that was on my mind too. But I was feeling confident, maybe a bit to confident and I left the flat and went to the station. Sure enough she was there and she explained that she had been held up at work and couldn't make it and she was sorry, I basicly said it's ok I understand fully, I mean we are two completely different people and we can remain friends if she wants. She laughed it off and said "no I'm not kidding I really was held up at work" and sat next to me and started stroking my inner thigh and smiling at me biting her bottom lip.

The Tube showed up a few seconds later and we got on it, the whole place was empty - it was just me her and the driver. We sat next to eachother and started kissing, she was giving me a handjob by the time the tube started moving, I unzipped and she started to give me a blowjob, this is the kinkiest thing I had ever done, I felt so alive and I could hardly stop myself from cumming. We arrived at Tottenham Hale and I kept a look out for people as she kept sucking the tip of my cock, no one got on our section of the tube and we were on our way again. She didn't even stop for air, sucking me off without a care in the world, not even the slightest bit worried about being caught. I couldn't hold on anymore and told her I needed to cum, she smiled and started wanking me off whilst she was massaging my balls, I came in her mouth and she swallowed it all.

People started to get on the tube at Seven Sisters station and we just sat there in silence until we got to King's Cross where I just said to her that I think we might get interrupted here and she laughed. We walked to the Northern Line platform where it was surprisingly quiet for that time in the morning and she started talking dirty and she wants me to eat her out later and fuck her in the ass like a naughty girl. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. It seems she likes running the risk of getting caught in a public place, I mean this platform wasn't busy but there were enough people around to hear her dirty talk and I got a few smiles and gentlemanly nods from a coulpe of guys that walked by.

The tube arrived and we got on, I've still got a bit of cum residue on the end of my cock and there was a metro newspaper on the seat next to me. So I looked at her and she knew what to do, I opened the paper upwards on my lap and she started to give me another handjob. There were 2 guys and a woman sat across from us who must have known what was going on but were too nervous or perhaps proud to say anything or look at us, Monument is only a short way from Kings Cross but she managed to get me to cum again - my heart was pounding and my breathing was so deep and loud I'm surprised no one at all said anything or even looked at us twice.

This is all true, and started on 14/01/10.
I've got more stories to share, and we are both getting more adventurous. If you use the Tube and want to come and watch us, we usually get to King's Cross at about 08.35

Try and find us, we're not that hard to spot out.

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream � ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause � there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law�s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered

Went to the fucking beach today to spy on some old but not many around,the schools finish next week so more eye candy soon.
What pissed me off was a bunch of niggers on the beach looking like thet were enjoying themselves,even worse was this scrawny fucking white dude with disgusting dreads pretending to be a nigger.
Niggers are oxygen thieves and to have some pathetic cunt simulating niggerism made want to commit murder.
I will always consider niggerism a worse felony than being a nigger.

Anyone know the video of a white girl on webcam getting fucked by a black guy with dreads?

I know that this story is going to sound �made up,� but I have to tell it anyway.

I just returned yesterday from the beach. Saturday night, my daughter wanted to take a late swim in the indoor pool of our condo. I went down to the pool with her, staked out a chair and sat down to read. I�d noticed the lady sitting near me, but was tired and really didn�t say anything to her other than hello.

Well, every few minutes my daughter would yell, �Daddy, watch this!� There was only one other girl in the pool at the time, so I called my daughter over and told her to go introduce herself. I said (loud enough for the lady sitting next to me) that I thought I�d heard her mom call her Alyssa. Alyssa�s mom called her over, we introduced them and they went off to play.

Alyssa�s mom thanked me, laughed and we both went back to reading and periodically checking on the girls.

Now, I have to confess that I thought Alyssa was a real cutie. Her mom told me that she was 11. She was wearing a two-piece with a hot pink top covering her very small, but developing tits, and a white printed bottom that was somewhat see-through. Alyssa had sort of a pear-shaped figure. That is, her butt had really outgrown her chest, but she was still very cute and seemed very sweet.

So, 10 o�clock comes and the pool is closing. We�re all four walking out when my daughter says she has to go the restroom. Alyssa says she does too and the girls take off. Her mom and I began making small talk again, and I notice that she�s a fairly attractive lady. She thanks me again for introducing the girls, and says that maybe we�ll run into each other again tomorrow. I told her we were leaving bright and early. That�s when she asked if I�d like to come to her condo!

Now, I�m shocked. I�m not much to look at, and wasn�t really looking for companionship of any kind at the time. I was tired and dreading the drive home the next day. But, my �other head� took over and I agreed to come up after making sure my daughter showered and putting her to bed. She mentioned that this would give Alyssa time to shower as well and would work out perfect.

So fast forward� I�m now headed to her condo. Nervous as a goat and wondering what in the world this lady, who�s a little older than me is going to be like. I�m pretty sure I�m going to get laid and I�m liking the prospect.

So, I ring the little doorbell on the condo and the door opens. Alyssa is standing there in a towel and tells me that her mom is still showering. She invites me to sit and watch TV. She sits in a chair and I sit on the couch sort of perpendicular to it. I noticed again that she had a cute face, then noticed that she was sitting with her knees up, towel slightly open, with no panties on! I could see her pussy (yes, it was hairless) and I liked it!

Now, I confess that I�d been looking at little girls this entire trip! I love them. They look SO good in swimsuits. Any age under 13 or so is amazing. But, I didn�t expect to see that. And now I�m getting a little hard. And I�m thinking, �Mom is going to come out any minute and I�m not going to even be able to stand up!� (Note: I have NO attraction whatsoever to my daughter so please don�t go there. I think her friend are hot and have seen at least one of them naked though!)

So, I looked away and calmed myself down. Mom comes out (finally), sits down by me and sort of snuggles up against me. Again, the whole thing seemed a little forward to me and I certainly wasn�t looking for a woman (since I�d been looking AT girls.) But here she was and I liked it.

Well, I look over again at Alyssa hoping she�s getting sleepy and there it is again. She�s got her legs spread pretty wide with her towel open and now her little left tit is also showing. I feel my dick rising and I squirm a tad. That�s when things went a direction I never would�ve expected.

Mom asked (way too loudly), �Do you like that?� I was shocked and guilty and surprised and had to be ten shades of red! She moved her hand over to my cock (I was wearing gym shorts so there was little hiding my reaction) touched me gently and said, �I see that you do!�

I then glance over to Alyssa to see what her take on all of this is. She stands up, drops her towel and prances across in front of us. She sits down on the other side of her mom and cuddles up against her.

Mom now whispers, �Yeah, I saw you looking at her at the pool. I�m not stupid.� I asked, �Is this some sort of a set up or joke?� She sends Alyssa into her room for a bit (not sure why) and then spells it out for me. Alyssa (at 11) is apparently a little insatiable when it comes to sexual things. Again, I know this sounds crazy, but it is what it is.

What I followed of the conversation was that Alyssa had been molested by her father. Like many of the girls that post here, this set off sort of a huge sex drive. She started doing things with the neighborhood boys and got a bit of a reputation and earned the ire of many of the parents. When mom found out that she was messing around, she wanted to get to the bottom of �why� and found out what dear old dad had done. Dad disappears completely and now Mom is left with the fallout.

Mom proceeded to tell me that she simply could not get her to stop (nor could her therapists) She didn�t really mind Alyssa being sexually active (she�d started young herself), but was afraid that the wrong boy (or man) would come along and Alyssa would end up missing and/or dead. She decided that Alyssa could have all the sex she wanted with anyone she wanted as long as it was under her roof.

Well, not many young teenage boys are going to go for doing it with mom in the next room. Alyssa had also told her mom how bad most boys were at it. From this twisted mess, mom decided to start fixing Alyssa up with older men. Again, it is what it is. Believe it or not. Enjoy or not. It�s up to you.

She now calls Alyssa back in the room. Alyssa comes in.. naked. My heart is pounding and my cock is erect. Mom reaches over and feels me again. She whispers, �Perfect! She doesn�t like really big guys. Says they hurt.�

Alyssa comes and sits down again, but this time beside me. She now reaches over and touches me. I�m already breathing heavy and my heart is in my throat. She stands up and pulls me up off the couch. Mom hands me a condom and tells me that I have to use it. She says to Alyssa, �Don�t wear him out too much! I�m too tired to find myself another one!�

I walk into Alyssa�s room and she helps me out of my shorts and shirt like a pro. She lies back on the bed and spreads her legs to show me her pussy again. She seemed to really like me looking at it and it was amazing! Again, I�ve seen young pussy online and seen one of my daughter�s friends naked, but I�ve never even touched a girl under the age of 25� ever!

She asks me if I�d like to taste it. Taste it? I�m still in heaven just looking at it! I did the dumbest thing I could. I said, �What do you want with an old guy like me? You could have any� � She shushed me and said, �Mom won�t let me. I haven�t been with a man in 2 months. Please just shut up and do something!�

So, I knelt down and began licking her pussy. It tasted amazing! I was SO hard that my dick hurt. She was enjoying what I was doing and was getting pretty wet. She moaned a little and would move her hips around to put my tongue where she wanted it.

After a bit she sort of pushed my head away and said, �Now do me!� She handed me the condom, rolled her eyes, and said, �Mom will check to make sure you used it.� I rolled it up on my throbbing dick. She turned over, stuck her ass up in the air on the side of the bed and moved back against me. It had been awhile, but this was my favorite position and I was in heaven! I slipped my cock up against her pussy lips and pushed in. It was tight, but looser than I expected. I�m a little embarrassed at how short a time I lasted. But I came SO hard in her. Just like that. I licked her, fucked her and it was over and it was amazing (but I wish it had lasted longer!)

So I pulled out and she rolled over. She looked at me, smiled, leaned up and gave me a kiss then jumped up off the bed. She bounced out of the room then came running back in with something in her hand. She yelled to her mom, �I�m borrowing your vibrator!�

She looked at me and said, �I�m going to finish up. Grab your cloths and go see my mom.� As I was leaving (peeling off the condom, trying to dress, walking out) she hollered, �Thanks!� I�m guessing she was a little disappointed but I certainly was not!

Anyway, I was still pulling on my clothes and walking out of Alyssa�s room when I see Mom. She�s now naked and her body is WAY better than I�d realized at the pool. She says, �No need to put those back on. Come with me.�

We go into her room and she starts to kiss me. I�m soft and can feel that I still have cum on my dick. She leans back from kissing me and says, �Did you like the taste of her pussy? I can taste it on your lips.� She smiled and went back to kissing me. She then reaches down and starts rubbing me. I�ve never been much of a two-in-a-row guy, so I�m thinking that she�s going to be really disappointed. Then she stops kissing me and immediately goes down on my soft cock!

The switch flips and I�m getting hard again and loving it! She gave some of the best head I�ve ever had. Then she would stop and rub her tits on my cock. They were big and natural and even a bit �saggy� but it still felt great.

I�d now all but forgotten that I�d just fucked her 11 year old daughter! That was like a dream come true and was so surreal. Now this is just two older people having a great time.

I don�t remember each and every little detail that followed, but I know we were in the room for around an hour or so. I licked her pussy a little. We joked about how we both go �natural� down there. I sucker her tits and fingered her for the longest. She came at least once from that. Then, I finally came in her pussy while we were in the good ole missionary position! I must�ve grunted a little too loudly because I heard Alyssa holler, �Way to go Mom!� from the other room.

I went back to my room and fell asleep. We left the next morning. I caught a glimpse of them headed down to the beach, but left it at that. Oh, I never even found out the Mom�s name!

As before, it is what it is.

I confess that me and my friends lately have been talking about a game of sex roulette lately. its a loose variation of the dreaded Russian game only with no guns. we get an equal number of my guy friends and girl friends together and we each put a hundred bucks in the pot as insurance. then we pair off and have wild unprotected, uninhibited sex, trading partners after we drop a load of cum in each girl till every friend has fucked each other. the point is,whoever gets pregnant, got the hypothetical "bullet" and can take the insurance pot for an abortion and those who don't just "dodged" the bullet. Now of my closest made her suggestion to up the stakes and each girl has to sign a waiver obsolving the guys from child responsibility if they don't want an abortion, letting her "forever remember" catching the loaded chamber in roulette. were all clean and have been tested. just wondering what other peoples opinions are?

Saw this on another website and thought it would be of interest here.

Twitter and Facebook aside, groups of young blacks who violently harass whites and Asians (�flash mobs�) are hardly new. In the 1960s this was called �wilding,� and for over a decade New York City subways (and probably much public transportation elsewhere) became almost unusable thanks to black teenagers who moved from car to car terrorizing hapless white riders.

Nevertheless, today�s flash mobs (for a listing of attacks, see http://violentflashmobs.com/) are disturbing beyond the immediate violence. In the context of contemporary race relations, this growing epidemic of anti-white mayhem was not supposed to happen. Blacks attacking whites because they are white represents an abrogation of a decades-long treaty between whites and blacks. Not a treaty in the formal sense, but an �understanding� that might as well be a legal contract. Let me explain.

The 1960s saw widespread black violence, much of it explicitly anti-white. This ranged from week-long urban riots to individual blacks killing or raping whites opportunistically. Many victims were chosen only because of race. The government�s response was both enhanced policing and, of the utmost relevance, today�s racial spoils system: affirmative action, set asides, massive anti-poverty spending, Justice Department decrees to help blacks get elected, dumbed down civil service standards, easy home mortgages and sundry other �help blacks� programs. You can also add race-driven political correctness: banning �offensive� words (e.g., colored), exaggerating the role of blacks in American history, glowing media portrayals, downplaying black-on-white violent crime, and everything else designed to massage black egos. And for good measure, add hate crime laws, speech codes, and draconian punishment for those who spoke the truth on race. This is the price white America now pays for public safety.

The Treaty�s aim was to stop the underclass from running wild by creating a black middle class who would, it was assumed, keep a lid on things out of economic self-interest. A newly appointed affirmative-action $125,000-a-year black school principal might not boost test scores but he would not encourage pupils to seek economic justice �by any means necessary.� Better to have potential rabble-rousers toiling as corporate vice-p********s for diversity than stirring up the brothers.

Endless failed policies have not undermined the Treaty. In education, for example, Head Start and school meals funding is still growing despite disappointing outcomes. Armies of support staff now fill largely black schools even though academic performance remains unchanged. Clearly, this lavishness can be understood only as a pay-off to sustain racial peace.

The Treaty is sacrosanct across the ideological spectrum, and even admitting its existence is verboten. Nobody dare ask, for example, if all the affirmative action hires or government set-a-sides that guarantee domestic tranquility actually yield economic benefits. No struggling black university student worries that flunking out will endanger affirmative action; a dreadful drop-out rate will only bring more government largess.

Since the 1960s, with scant exceptions, this pay-off has been amazingly successful. Once common �race war� rhetoric (burn baby burn, the fire next time etc.) has virtually vanished. Urban riots have gone from once a week to once a decade. Black militancy has largely reverted to its old-1960s form of litigation and legislative demands. White mayors no longer walk the streets to keep the peace during the �long hot summer� or plead for Washington money so they can hire community-activist firebrands. Yes, black crime persists, black-run cities like Newark and Detroit sink into Third-World depravity, and whites are sometimes the victims of black crime, but 1960s style anti-white mayhem (and revolutionary oratory) has, at least until very recently, almost vanished.

The key question is whether these flash mobs are the first inklings of a soon-to-be broken Treaty (recall how the �Arab Spring� began with a single, seemingly innocuous incident). It is not inconceivable that America could return to 1960s-style racial upheaval. It is this possibility, not the criminality per se, that makes proliferating flash mobs especially frightening. Aggressive policing in response could prompt a vintage urban riot, and rioting is often contagious. Fiscal cutbacks might end millions of government �make work� jobs for blacks, and many of the slots blacks used to fill are now taken by Hispanic immigrants. Our former $125,000-a-year principal will no longer have an incentive to keep the peace.

Keep in mind that no black under the age of 40 remembers the old-Treaty days, a world without the lucrative spoils system and ego-enhancing PC. For them, all the keep-the-peace benefits bestowed by a white-dominated government are normal, a justly deserved arrangement with no expiration date.

Can anything be done if matters begin reverting to old-Treaty days? Probably not much beyond more aggressive policing, a risky tactic that might exacerbate violence. The Treaty cannot be amended to provide even more benefits for blacks. Pressuring American firms to hire more unqualified African Americans or upping the penalties for alleged racial discrimination will just push businesses to North Dakota or Asia. It is hard to imagine America becoming even more PC on race. Admitting more unqualified blacks to colleges would just boost the drop-out rate. And forget about more generous welfare at a time when cities and states already have budget shortfalls. If anything, the tide seems to be turning to renegotiate the Treaty to cut benefits for blacks. State bans on racial preferences�never legislated by elected representatives but forced on them by voters�are a good example of how ordinary people are thinking.

In short, the Treaty may be expiring but the spoils system�even if the benefits are a little leaner�is probably forever.

Mr. Kay is a retired academic finally free to speak his mind.

(Posted on August 5, 2011)

My best friend and I had an odd relationship when we were in our early teens. She was an early bloomer and interested in sex earlier than I was, and this manifested as her covertly feeling me up during a sleepover while she thought I was asleep. I was freaked out so I just laid there. She was really rough, so it actually didn't feel good at all. Really hard rubbing of my clit and squeezing and twisting my breasts. It was pretty wtf, so I didn't mention it. Ever. Neither of us did.
It continued for a several years, because I was an awkward loser and she was literally my only friend. In hindsight she had a major crush on me, and I don't know how she thought I viewed it. if I let it happen but never mentioned it because I was scared to or whatever. I actually dreaded it happening during sleepovers because it hurt, and would turn away from her in bed or sleep on the floor, and hold my legs tight together when she'd try to work her hand down my panties. (She also started rubbing between my legs in the backseat of the car on car rides, which was unbelievably bold and distressing to me, my parents were right fucking there.)
Eventually she started moving my hand onto her. Sometimes her breast, one time her pussy. That was the first time I'd ever felt a shaved pussy, and a wet one, since my sexuality was pretty nonexistent then. I basically played dead and she just masturbated against me until she went down on me for the first time. Amazing. I had never felt anythign like that before, and I couldn't help giving myself away by raising my hips into her. Then it changed into a weird reciprocal thing. She moved my hand onto her, I'd squeeze her tit and fiddle with her nipple or rub her clit until she deigned to lick my snatch. This was all always conducted in silence under total darkness. I always still sort of dreaded the awkward start oft he process, but I looked forward to her going down on me. She still was way too rough in ever other way, but that was magic.
This went on for a year or so, and one night I said fuck it and decided to actually participate. We kissed for the first time, I made her moan, I sucked her tits, pretty sure fingered her to orgasm, got an embarassing and extremely awkward to explain hickey because it was well known to my parents that I was a loser. Never spoke of it again. She got hauled off to juvie and we've never lived close enough since. The whole experience fucked me up a bit in regards to personal space and just being comfortably with sexuality in general. I get off to rape, I didn't have my first orgasm until I was 19, and I'm not sure if I'm actually bisexual or have just fetishized sex with women because of it. I still talk to her mostly online and see her occasionally when she's in town, and I really'd like to go down on her. I regret never being brave enough to just do it.

I confess that i have liked this girl for a long time, but i can never seem to get anywhere with her. She is the same age as me, red hair, pretty good looking, and crazy smart.

The first time that i saw her was in the 8th grade. She was a transfer student and at the time, had a REALLY bad attitude about the small town that i live in. But she was so amazing that the second she walked into the door, time kind of slowed down. (i know it sounds super cheesy, but i had a huge crush on her and was actually not that into any girls at the time) Her and i would argue day after day. She was always so "grumpy" and in return i would pretend that i knew everything. But in reality, I was just happy to be around her when i could.

Over time, she made less friends and more enemies, but her and i would still continue to bicker from time to time. That was until our Junior year, she got to move off to some college as an early grad and i was left here. I still could not completely get her out of my mind, but I began to notice and cultivate a relationship with a redheaded girl a year younger then me. We had been friends since we were close to 4 years old and did a LOT of stuff together like band and church youth. She was always so caring and devoted to helping people and all around a good girl to be around, but i had long since been put into that dreaded friend zone and could never tell her how i felt until about 6 or 7 months ago.

The problem that i have is that the "mean" redhead that was my age, i had written a letter (or rather a long message on the internet) to telling her what i really thought of her. and surprisingly enough, she not only was shocked, but kind of felt the same way too. This put me in a weird position, either pursue the one that i had a major crush on since we met knowing that she would just move off again in a couple weeks, or continue to take care of the one that i saw every day and she had no idea how i felt.

Well i finally decided to go for it and asked the older redhead out to dinner. The only problem, was right before the date was supposed to take place, I had been hanging out with one of my guy buddies and asked the younger redhead to hang out with us. When she showed up, she said that she wasn't feeling well, but didn't want to be alone. She went into the other room and laid down. Even though i was about to go to a very important dinner with a girl that i had a crush on for years, there was my very good friend so sick that i was almost afraid i would have to take her to the hospitable. My guy friend and i picked her up and decided that she needed to go home and rest, so we took her and her car home. I then proceeded to pick up the girl my age and took her to a rather nice dinner. However, the thought of my friend was in the back of my mind the ENTIRE time. All i could think about was i hope she was ok and instead of going out and treating my crush right, i cut the date short and just took her home.

Now from time to time, i still see that crush when she comes home for holidays and summer. and even though i am in college now too, i still think about that night and wonder what if things had been different?

Do you think i did the right thing or did i just screw up a perfectly good relationship because i couldnt get the thought of my friend out of my mind?

I don’t get the mentality of women looking for men on the internet. This is mainly a fetlife rant but it happens here too.

They post on their profiles one of two things:
“Be SUPER fucking mean to me, talk dirty and chat me up about how much you wanna (insert sex act) me, DON’T hold back!”
or
”STOP being dicks and be nice to me, I want to be COURTED by my man. Have a (insert arbitrary quality) or NEVER talk to me!”

Ok fine, you do that, you write a carefully crafted statement, cuz at the end of the day you want to get something out of it, even if it’s just a “you aren’t for me” because at least then you got something for your time, an actual rejection.
Instead you get either silence, with no friending back, no follows, no comments, not even an acknowledgement of the message. Or you get bitchy women saying “did you read my profile, that’s not what I’m into”, or the dreaded “hey” followed by more silence, cuz they’re just invested enough in getting your hopes up to break em down again with more cat fishing.

I get that I suck at talking to people, (full fucking disclosure I do,) but when I can quantify this shit into categories it leads me to believe that a lot of “open” women online are just using the word as an excuse to be a picky cunthole slut.

So ive got a real fetish for womans underwear! Any chance i get i will look through a hot friends underwear drawers.

Few years ago i was round at a friends, and he had a really hot sister. She looked like a real dirt bag, piercings, tattoos all that kinda stuff. Anyway i said i was going to the toilet but really went up and had a look in her room. I thought she was out. So was looking through her drawers at her thongs when she walked in the room. She caught me red handed. I apologised and begged her not to say anything. She told me to leave.

Few days later i got an email from her. She told me that she wouldnt tell anyone on one condition, if i would be her slave for a day. I honestly couldnt believe it. The last few days i had been shitting myself, and now she contacts me and it sounds like she wants sex. Of course i agreed, who wouldnt! We decided on a date and i came round a few days later

I walked in to her bedroom and on her bed was one of the thongs/gstring i had been looking at, and also a dress. She told me to put them both on. Said if i was gonna sneak around her underwear like a little bitch she would treat me like one. Said if i didnt do it she was going to tell everyone. So I did. It was a pink G-String, with like a little skirt thing round the waste. And a black dress. She then told me to get on all fours on her bed. She had handcuffs and cuffed me to the bed.

She then pulled out a selection of dildos and a strap on. She told me she was gonna fuck me like a little bitch. She also pulled out a ball gag and a blindfold. She put them both on me!

She started off with her finger, on in slowly, then two fingers. Ive had a finger up there before while having sex. It felt uncomfortable but not bad. Then i could hear her putting lube on something. Flipping the cap of a bottle! Next thing something cold was shoved up my ass! She was using one of the dildos! This didnt feel too bad either, she was pushing it deeper tho and doing it faster.

She then told me she was going to put on the strap on. I was dreading this as the thing looked very thick. She left the room and the dildo was still in my ass. I heard her come back in and could feel her climbing on the bed behind me. The dildo was pulled out, then i felt something else go in, and one hand guide it in. I bit down in pain, it was more surprise then anything.

However, i realised this felt nothing like a strap on, altho the lube was cold it felt warm, and not totally hard. I could also feel it pulsating in my ass as it fucked me. Skirt hiked up and gstring pulled to the side. I could feel it getting harder, and could hear deep breathing that didnt sound like a woman. Then suddenly i felt cum in my ass. It pulled out, got off the bed then walked away. She uncuffed me, told me to leave then left the room. I got dressed, the strap on was still there, i felt it and it was totally dry.

Once i put the clothes on i just bailed, not before grabbing the pink gstring tho. I know everyone will probably thing this is some made up story, i dont care tho. Ive never ever told anyone what happened, i kinda put it to the back of my mind. Altho i think about it alot when i masturbate. This is the first time ive ever told anyone.

I confess that I need some actual help and advice here guys and girls. If you don't have real advice to offer please just stay away, trolls won't be fed here.

First about me. I am 26, male, living on the west coast, USA.
My entire life I've always been a bit of a "late bloomer" so to say. I didn't grow facial hair until I was almost 20, I didn't start liking girls until I was like 13. I have hardly DATED girls, my entire life. I have been on probably under a dozen dates. I have never been in a real relationship, nor have I really STRONGLY desired one. Sure, there have been some girls over the years I crushed hard on, but I was hardly ever whining or feeling like I really wanted a girlfriend. It had to be a certain type of girl that made me actually WANT a girlfriend, and it would make me want a relationship with that ONE girl specifically. Maybe I am shallow, I don't know, but only a very particular type of girl, is the type of girl I really really like and develop feelings for. Growing up I had 3 older sisters that basically tortured me when it came to girls. Anytime I had a crush, or asked a girl out they basically made me want to commit suicide lol.

So basically, lately I have been really wanting a relationship. I've been pretty depressed about it because I feel like I have let the BEST YEARS of my dating life go right down the toilet. And honestly... I don't find myself attracted to girls that are 26 like me. Mainly because 99% of them have been in dozens of relationships by then and are way more "advanced" than I am. If there IS a 26 year old girl out there that HASN'T been in a relationship, then there is probably something really wrong with her, or she is REALLY ugly (I know.. I'm shallow, but I just can't see myself dating a heavy, or ugly girl... it's so effed to say that but it's the honest truth).

I honestly find myself having more in common, and being more attracted to girls that are like 18ish, it just feels like they are on around the same maturity level that I am maybe? I don't know, but 26 year old women seem OLD to me, for the most part, and I don't feel like I am that old, even though I am the same age as them, lol...

Anyway... That's the backstory about me.

Now about her.

She lives in East Coast, Canada, so she is REALLY facking far away from me.
She added me to friends and started talking to me randomly on Facebook about 4 months ago. She found me because a video I made had kind of went semi-viral and she added me because of it. Anyway. Her profile said she was 20, so I said what the hell. After adding her she randomly inboxed me and we talked for a bit and she said she liked my video, etc. etc. That was basically it.

Well, from there, we kind of just talked on and off for the next few days over Facebook. Then she messaged me and said something like "Hey you have skype? My friend let me borrow her laptop so I can skype if you want"... and I was like HELL YEAH I GOT SKYPE.. lol. Anyway, we skyped that night. No nothing went down. We just hung out and laughed and talked. It was chill. I found some stuff out about her, the biggest thing being that she was 16 almost 17. Not 20. I was bummed, but I had already been talking to her for like a week and had the very least developed a nice friendship with her, and yeah. I had some feelings for her by then. We didn't talk much about our age difference during that first Skype session, but it got brought up more in the future which I will get into in a bit.

So, after getting off Skype with her, I was laying in bed just kind of thinking about the situation. I haven't had a relationship my entire life. I've been really wanting to meet the right girl for me. So this Random girl lands in front of my proverbial (facebook) face. She's really cool, we have a lot in common, and we have a lot of fun talking/flirting;p with eachother. The only REAL problem was she was 16. So I was thinking... and I decided to just kind of read up about Canada law... and it turns out, in Canada being 16 is kind of like being 18 in the USA. 16 is the age of consent in Canada. That made me instantly feel a little less gross about myself for having developed feelings for a 16 year old lol. So I figured what the hell. I'll just see where this goes and I won't end it right here and now. We talked on the phone daily and Skyped atleast 2 or 3 times a week. Realized my texts to her were international and racked up a $400 cellphone bill in just texts, in just the first 2 weeks LOL. Fixed that by getting a free texting app on my iphone :)

Well, fast forward 4 months, and so much has happened it's kind of insane really.

We didn't start dating or having a long distance relationship. We both developed feelings for eachother in the beginning. But we talked and basically decided there was no way her and I could date right now. Primary reasons: 2500 miles, and 10 years in age difference). She said if we're friends for a few years or something when the age difference isn't such a big deal, and the door opens in the future for us to date then she would be open to it, but not right now. I agreed and felt like it was the best decision at that time. I wasn't about to go tell my whole family I was dating a 16 year old.... even if it was legal. So, from that point forward, I was basically "friend zoned" and it was dreaded... but we still flirt from time to time and we talk a ton so I think some feelings are still there.. Plus I make jokes every now and then and be like "Dont you even think about putting me in the friend zone ;)" lol. Anyhow. Friend zone sucks. It hurts because I still have really strong feelings for her, and it seems like she's gotten over me so easily :-/ I mean she still talks to me and texts me, but she's like dated other guys and stuff over the last 4 months and I am just pretty sure that her heart doesn't ache for me, like my heart ache's for her :/. I haven't dated any girls over the 4 months. Nor have I even really LOOKED at girls... I feel like I have found the girl that I really want to be with, but I can't have her. At least not right now. And honestly. I would be willing to wait for this girl.

There was a time where our friendship was hanging by a thread. I actually thought I was never going to talk to her again at 1 point. She got really mad at me and felt like I betrayed her, here's the story. She was and still is getting bullied really bad at school (this girl is GORGEOUS I was shocked that she was getting bullied), plus 1 of the guys she dated for a week or so broke up with her. She was SEVERELY depressed at one point, and started cutting her arms and inner thighs. One night she was talking to me over Skype and she was crying and I could tell she was in a ton of emotional pain. And it literally was killing me because I couldn't physically hold her and tell her it would be okay. Anyway, she opened a pill bottle, poured about 7-10 pills into her hand popped em in her mouth and downed them. I was able to talk her into purging and throwing them up, but I was really scared because I knew she was in a really bad place at that moment, and I couldn't physically be there so I felt like I had to do something. She "went to bed" and told me she was turning her phone off... I was truly scared I wasn't going to ever talk to her again, I really felt like she might do something. So I texted her mom, and told her that her daughter was hurting herself and to please go and check on her right away. At the time, it felt like the only thing I could do, to guarantee she would survive that night. The next morning, it felt like the stupidest decision I ever made, but I knew that girl was hurting and was on the verge of doing something that was a big mistake. It nearly ruined our friendship. She didn't talk to me for about a week. It took a couple weeks for things to kind of return to normal between her and I. She says I sold her out to her mom, and betrayed her trust... Her mom has told me several times I made the right decision. Deep down I believe I quite possibly saved her life... and I think just recently she is beginning to believe and realize that too, because she has been extra nice to me, and she has started telling me things again. Things bugging her, and on her mind and stuff. Stuff that you would only tell someone you trust... so I think I am regaining her trust.

3.) She's had a couple failed relationships over the 4 months... and honestly, each time she starts talking to a new guy. It just kills me :(. Like I said above it just feels like she moved on from me so easily... and I... didn't. My feelings are as strong as ever for her. She's on my mind every minute of every day. I feel ashamed and stalkerish. I do the whole facebook watching thing and everything lol... and don't act like you don't do that shit too girls. :) But her most recent guy that shes into is really bothering me =(. See, she didn't want a long distance relationship with me. I understood. I would of been cool with a long distance relationship, but I agreed that the age difference would just be too hard to explain, in a couple years it's not as bad, but right now its basically a no no. Anyhow, this new guy apparently lives REALLY far away from her. She hasn't told me exactly where, but she said it's "too far :(". Oh, and he's a fire fighter so I know this guy is at the very least 18, but probably more like 20 or 21, and it kinda bugs me which is hilarious and hypocritical I know :P.

So basically it's bugging me a lot that she might start long distance dating this guy, after not dating me for distance/age issues :-/.

So... If you have gotten this far, You rock. Now, for the entire point of this thread lol. All of that was just the backdrop to my situation so you guys and girls can give me the proper advice on what I should do.

The past 4 months have been an emotional roller coaster for me. I have insanely strong feelings for this girl, and we have an amazing friendship.

The problem is, the emotions! I am losing my mind over this girl! Even though we talked and put closure on what our relationship was going to be for the time being, I still find myself constantly thinking about her, I can't bring myself to putting her into the "friend zone" and just shutting the door on my feelings for her...

How the hell do I maintain a friendship with this really awesome girl, and not let the feelings for her, and the emotions get to me so much? Is it even possible? Should I tell her I am still crazy about her, and maybe she has felt the same? I know that I have put on a pretty decent poker face the past 4 months and I don't think she has any idea just how much I obsess over her lol... Well she might have a slight idea because I'm always super interested and wondering about new guys she starts talking to or dating lol.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think... Part of me thinks I will never be okay just being her friend and I either need to be with her, or just stop all contact with her so I can get her out of my head and the feelings and emotions can go away finally.
The other part of me thinks that I should stick it out and stay in practically daily contact with her, skype as often as possible... Keep a good friendship and maybe some day in about a year in a half here when she graduates and turns 18... maybe something can happen then? God I honestly do not think I can take another year+ of the emotional torture though.

Lol, anyway. That is the longest freaking thing I've written since high school. Sorry for that, if you read it all, kudo's to you. If you can offer me and advice I would really appreciate it. Try and keep it respectful though. I don't feed trolls.

My sexuality has warped to a point that I can no longer enjoy my own orgasms. The feeling fills me with dread. It's as if when I cum I'm losing something very important, something i worked so hard for. The longest I managed to keep masturbating without going over the edge was 2 months. On and off obviously, not beating it 24/7. I should have just locked myself in chastity at the end of that period when it has gotten more and more difficult to control the edge.

It seems right now to me that this is my ultimate destiny. To be forever horny, forever aroused. It's the only thing that gives me a sense of purpose. Nothing seems to make sense outside of it.

My obsession with femininity might have very well started because of porn and for a long time that made me feel like, well, like I'm not a real transexual. It's all just a disease, not and identity, I'm just wasting my life. But who the fuck is to say that what's a real indentity and what isn't? Wearing feminine clothes makes me feel good and right. Seeing my body change slowly into a more feminine one fills me with confidence. I enjoy the passive side of sex, and only the passive at this point. I'm not some university transexual/feminist activist, who gets confidence in his identity through some gender theory nonsense. Rather, I'm a pornosexual fucking bimbo, that is my identity, and I like it very much, and I need to start proper E, and get rid of all the remnant masuculine traits that I can get rid off, and live this life full time.

I have to confess that since I came across some urethral insertion videos on this site a couple years I have been fascinated with it.
Always been excited watching female urethra being played with and never gave much of a look at male videos but always wanted to try it out.
Over the year I read scary story of people who had no idea what they had been doing have very bad consequences with trying it out.

I never fund the nerves or any possible objects with a small enough diameters to test it out for myself.
But this morning after browsing the search result for urethra on here I came upon the one where a man uses the cable of some headphones and I remembered having some stored away.

Went looking out for those, the main cable still seemed scary big once folded in two, I wasn't going to cut the cable and risk having a blunt end and scratch the inside of my urethra.
But the smaller cable part from the headphone part was much smaller and started to get excited.

Took a few minute to go wash this cable with some rubbing alcohol, dried it up, then washed it some more with water to make sure there was no trace of alcohol on it.
Came back to sit down in front of my computer and watching some hot female urethral insertion I got an amazing erection.
Took out some water based lube and let a drop on the tip of my cock and let it gently slide down my shaft.
I then took the cable folded in two and slipped it inside the lube tube to make sure it would slip easily.

While keeping watching the video and getting more and more aroused I finally decided to insert the folded cable inside my dick, very slowly while keeping stroking.
Worked the cable deeper and deeper and started jerking it inside of my cock and it felt so good, I had no idea what to expect.
Took it all out and dipped it once more inside the lube tube and then back in my rockhard cock,stroke a few more time and finally came while the cable was still in there.
The sensation was unbelievable, I got to admit that the amount of cum that came out wasn't too impressive though.

Then came the dreaded moment of truth, taking it out and go take a piss and hope I hadn't caused any major damage.
That pee didn't felt any good and was burning stinging the entire length of my urethra.
The good news was that there was no blood and it didn't keep burning once I was done peeing.

I am not a fan of pain in any way shape or form and have to admit that I fear the moment I will wake up in a few hours and need to go take another pee, if I am lucky enough and there are no pain or at least nothing as bad as I felt the last time I might take another attempt at this risky action, I have to admit while playing it did felt fucking good, but the stinging pain of taking that piss after left a sour taste in my mind.

Perhaps I should just take the time to visit a store and actually get some proper sounding tool for this new kink of mine.
I would welcome any suggestions on how to safely enjoy this new fetish but it will all come to the moment I have to take another pee and hope the pain as already gone. Might not be too tempted to take any more attempt at this otherwise.

Sorry if this wasn't a story as crazy and exciting you might have expected it to turn out.
I will try and keep anyone interested updated through this thread in the coming days. For now it's time to catch some rest and hope everything is going to be fine.

Yesterday (Sunday, 3/5/17) was supposed to be another gang bang for the Denver Old Guys Crew, but it devolved into a MMF threesome (with the hubby mostly watching) since our organizer, Robby, came down with a last-minute fever and several guys were no-shows. Nonetheless a fun time was had by all. This time our target lady was a curvy 50-y/o brunette, whose husband offered her up as a sexual sacrifice to a bunch of horny senior citizens. Well, I was the only legit one in the bunch (age 65), whereas the other guy who showed up at this north Denver ranch-style house (Denny) wasn't yet on the wrong side of 60.

After the two of us socialized with husband Tom in the main floor family room, and it became obvious that no one else was going to arrive anywhere close to the scheduled one p.m. start time, he led us down to a basement bedroom where Annie was lying on her back on a double bed, blindfolded and with her arms secured to the bedposts with Velcro-type restraints. She had on a leopard-print blouse, unbuttoned most of the way down to show off her purple bra that supported some major DD tits, but that was all she wore. Naked from the waist down, her thick thighs spread in anticipation (or perhaps dread), she was showing off a neatly trimmed bush that covered most of her pussy.

Denny and I quickly stripped off and jumped onto the bed, him to her right and me to her left. I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up to her chin, releasing her breasts to allow each of us to suck on a nipple. We reached for her pussy at the same moment, and I relented to allow Denny to finger her first. A minute or so later, he was face-down between her legs and licking like a madman. Meanwhile I'd climbed up higher on the bed and laid my semi-erect cock into her hand while leaning over and French kissing her. Soon we switched places and I was eating her pussy, while Denny cantilevered over her so she could suck his dick.

Before long we realized the arm restraints were more trouble than they were worth, so I peeled the Velcro apart and Annie sat up in bed so we could remove her bra and blouse. This allowed her to provide us with dueling hand jobs while we once again took turns finger-fucking her and playing with her tits.

Tom was bouncing back and forth between standing in the doorway to watch us three play, and popping back upstairs to see if anyone had shown up late. By the time 2:00 had rolled around, he gave up on any latecomers and simply parked himself, fully clothed, near the foot of the bed to enjoy watching his wife get nailed. Denny was first man in, his thick stubby cock with the massive mushroom head sliding in and out of her drenched slit. Annie tugged on my dick while she was getting pounded but, after about five intense minutes, she got hit with an asthma attack and asked Denny to pull out -- which he did immediately. Tom ran upstairs to get Annie's inhaler while I helped her to sit up and catch her breath. While this situation could have put a damper on the afternoon, she was raring to go again after a few puffs from that device.

Denny seemed a bit too spooked to restart his fucking -- he'd lost his hard-on, which you could hardly blame him for -- and besides he's REALLY out of shape (easily 260 pounds on a 5-8 frame), so instead he sat things out while I got into position for some more cock-sucking. With her hands free, Annie went to work on me and did a masterful job. Halfway through the blowjob her husband dove down and started to eat her out. This increased her enthusiasm for me, and she took my dick all the into her throat and doubled the pace. A couple of minutes later I was ready to blow my wad, so I provided an early warning of what was to cum, but she continued to suck and stroke, so I cut loose and she swallowed every darned drop!

As I backed off, breathing somewhat heavily from the exertion, she sat up again and took a long drink of soda to clear her palate, followed by another puff off her inhaler. Denny was up and ready, so Annie rolled over and got onto her knees so my companion could fuck her doggie-style. He pounded away some more but she was getting sore -- it had to be that extra-thick dick -- so instead she swapped places with him so he could lie on his back. She dove between his wide-spread legs and began to blow him. Not wishing to be left out of the equation, Tom again rammed his face up against her pussy, this time from behind. As Denny got closer to ejaculating, he reached down with his left hand and stroked his shaft furiously while Annie kept her lips wrapped around that massive mushroom. It didn't take long for him to fill her mouth, and she swallowed his entire load as well.

Annie returned to lying on her back while Denny and I worked her over orally. Our efforts failed to yield an orgasm, however, so it was Tom who took over and got her off. In this particular case, familiarity obviously trumped effort. Us two guys hung around for another 20 minutes or so; Annie put her blouse back on, since the basement felt a bit chilly without all the physical movement. We chatted about non-sexual things as we got dressed and agreed that we'd all had a very nice time. After giving the lady of the house goodbye kisses, Tom led Denny and me back upstairs and we hit the road. Later that evening I received a nice text message from the couple, asking if I'd be interested in a return match. "You never got to fuck her," Tom wrote, "so we'd love to have you back sometime. She really liked you." Very kind words, indeed!

Wife asked me to shave my chest, legs and ass. I already shave my cock and balls. She said she misses the days when I shaved completely and would crossdress for HER. Yeah I loved it too, but our lifestyle the past few years just doesn’t seem to allow the time or opportunity for dressing. 

Should I give her what she wants? She is always dominant and I am submissive. 

I just dread the time it takes daily to keep smooth for her. 

Hi I am a complete idiot when it comes to computers and I really need some help.

I have an HP Pavilion with windows 7
9650 quad core processor
4 memory slots (2 black 2 blue)
replaced my PSU a bit more then two years ago

Anyway about a week ago I got the dreaded BSOD. I really didnt think much of it and my computer restarted. Things are going fine until the next morning. I wake up and log on to my PC I go to use the internet (safari, Internet explorer, and google chrome) but it keeps saying not connected to the internet. My phone (connected to same modem through wifi), my other computer and two different lap tops are all able to get online. I try to check my network connections but every time I click it would freeze my PC so I restart. This allows me to get online. I am using the internet for awhile until I get blue screened again. Same deal PC restarts. At this time I think my computer may be dusty so I open it up to clean it. But still after surfing the net I run in to one of three issues. It says internet not connected, BSOD, or the entire page gets really fuzzy and freezes. I have asked around and have been told things like I may have bad memory. Did the memory diognostic test and removed the one it said was bad but ran in to the same issue did another test and it said another stick was bad...removed it and ran in to the same issue! Now its not just doing it while online but it will get fuzzy or BSOD at random times. Even at start up!

I have also restored my computer to factory settings twice (cant figure out how to do a destructive restore) I have all my private information including sensative work info, bank info and other personal financial info. Even though I did a factory restore Im scared of places recovering my information and completly wiping me out.

You picking the MILLF (squatting) or the Dread-head?

I confess I despise couples. I am 31 and I have been trying to find a mate since 2002. In 2002 I ended my first relationship. I don't even have sex, all I experience when I approach girls in the city is the dreaded "I have a boyfriend" line. And even changing the topic keeps that mood in the air. That arrogant: "I am better than you, now prove yourself to me cause I'm not impressed"-vibe women radiate that makes me want to punch them(which I would if we weren't in public)

Either they are with some man or alone and give me the boyfriend line. Enough fish in the sea my ass. When I approach couples, it's not just the asshole next to her that creates problems, it's HER too. That fucking cunt would do anything to prevent me from getting her to my place and having sex with her.

And what makes matters worse, women give literally no useful feedback on why they don't want to fuck me. They seem to enjoy seeing me clueless.

And the years go on. I can't fucking believe it that women right in front of my eyes I see over the course of years prefer having sex with some other guy over even TRYING to have sex with me.

And I am not repelling in any way looks-wise.

I want to make a woman want to experience that I am a better lover than some tool she calls boyfriend.

Out shopping with my wife the other day, I discovered a fun game to play. I was wearing a new pair of pants. Not exactly tight, but I realized that i I adjusted my cock in a certain way, it would be somewhat noticeable for anyone really looking, and if I gave it a bit of a squeeze, it would be definitely noticeable.

So there we are shopping, and I'm innocently touching my wife and very lightly flirting with her while occasionally fluffing up my cock.

We were standing on one side of a display shelf looking at items, and there was an employee on the other side of the shelf setting up new items. The display shelf was the kind where you can see through to the other side. The employee was on her knees, so her head was the same level as my cock.

So my wife and I are looking at things on our side of the shelf, I have a pretty good stiffy in my pants, and while it was pretty obvious already, I made it even moreso. My wife was absolutely oblivious, but I heard the woman say "oh that looks nice", and then "yeah, that looks really good". If my wife heard her, I'm sure she thought the employee was referring to the display she was making.

We then drifted away from that area and I didn't get to see that employee again before we left, but at least now I won't dread shopping with my wife quite as much.