She hungers for cock!

Aa confessions go, this one, I don't know, but here I am to get it off my chest. I'm a 49 married gay guy in a threeway relationship with a neighbour who lives down the hall. And who share my love to give bj's. Though I've been told that I'm great at it, the truth is that as long as they cum, I honestly don't care.
Fortunately for me, my husband and I are swingers, but as he's 60, age unfortunately has done a number on him and so he's not the same guy who used to fuck me senseless anymore. Shit, even the Cialis doesn't work the same.
That is why he suggested we become swingers. But herein lies the problem, as we got more and more into the lifestyle, I realised that as much as I love my husband, he's simply not enough. I'm not sure if trying poppers is good for my hubby, in the long run.
Threesomes/foursomes/rgies/gangbangs, you name it and we've done it. So no regrets there, but I am shocked by my own hunger.
My husband keep telling me to just do what I want, whenever I want and with whomever I want but how can I do that, when what I want is to fuck and suck as much as I can.
I know that sounds like a fantasy, but as I am on the dosh, time is the one thing that I've got plenty of.
I love it, but I don't know how good this vice of mine primarily, is in the long term.

and this alter ego is having the time of his fag life and loving it. cock after cock after hot hard yummy cock. i can't get enough, one makes two then want the third then you want 5 or ten...the hunger never ebbs, it only gets deeper...and i love every second of it...and cum, that gooey sticky yummy white cream of love. i taste the cum of cock i sucked in the past year...not swallowed but tasted, i have gulped down yummy cum from 100 or so new cocks this year, about 2/3 of all cocks i have sucked in the past three years (450-500) i have tasted their creamy load. facials i adore, cum is why i exist, i have eaten cum in every thinkable way, more please.

It was back in the days of CL, where horny guys like me could post ads and find a side chick with ease. I found it was easy to do if you worded things right. I’d always get a few nibbles from real women looking to fuck. My insatiable hunger to fuck was barely satisfied from my home life, and my marriage was deteriorating because my wife lost interest in sex (hormonal issues). Wife eventually got the medical attention she needed, but she’s the one who opened up the marriage so that I could “go have fun.”
I’d post multiple ads, honest with my intent, “Married man looking to creampie you.” Turns out there is a lot of women out there who absolutely love getting seeded. I’ve been with all kinds of women, black, latina, and white. Usually, if the woman was overweight, they had a lot of issues and were very self-conscious so it was very easy to get in their pants. Not that I was a chubby chaser, but it was pretty much a guaranteed lay if she was fat.
This story is about Linda. Linda was (and probably still is) a nurse. I posted on CL just to see what was out there and I caught Linda’s eye. She sent me a photo of her standing in front of a bathroom mirror, showing some cleavage. I responded back that she was very beautiful, and I thanked her for sending me the picture. We emailed back and forth, I sent her my picture and she thought I was attractive so we decided to meet at a public place just to see if we were a match.
I met her in a park the next day after work. She was a very hefty woman, probably well over 350lbs. Linda was wearing sunglasses, and a long dress, and she had red lipstick on. Even with all of that, she wasn’t pretty to me at all. She took off her glasses, and I understood why she had them on, she was trying to hide that her eyes were misaligned, she had lazy eye. My mind was fighting itself, pussy is pussy, but she was definitely someone I could easily pass up sexually.
“Let’s get a hotel tomorrow, ok?” She told me, and leaned in for a kiss. I froze for a second, and then decided to go for it. Now I don’t know if she was playing a game, but when my lips met hers, it was just a standard kiss, she didn’t even open her mouth for my tongue. My tongue pushed through her lips and her mouth opened and she seemed shocked, like she’s never French kissed. Her tongue wasn’t moving, she seemed like she absolutely didn’t know how to kiss. I pulled away.
“You ok?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’ve just never been kissed like that,” she said blushing. I had my doubts, and didn’t believe her.
“Your husband never French kissed you? You never had a boyfriend kiss you like that?”
“Not like that, no.”
We parted ways and she said she’d pay for the hotel room. The fucked up part is that she lived pretty close to my house, literally 4 blocks away in the same neighborhood. She said she responded to the ad because it was near her and it peeked her interest.
The next day I left work early and headed to the designated hotel, I texted her telling her I was there. She texted me back with the room number, and that she was nervous. I didn’t respond back, just headed to the room, knocked and she opened the door.
She was wearing a red teddy, of which I could see her tits through it, her girth prevented me from seeing her pussy. I had second thoughts, of which she might have picked up on. Linda clenched my arm and ushered me to the bed.
“You can fuck me anywhere you want,” she said trying to be erotic. We started kissing, I removed her teddy and started fingering her. She had a nice soft bald pussy. I went down on her, but had to push some of the layers of fat up as she spread her legs. She moaned my name as I licked her and then told me, “I want you in me!”
She bent over doggy style, spreading her legs. Her ass wasn’t really anything to speak of, a bit flat. I seen her asshole puckering up at me and thought of giving it a try, but slid my cock inside her pussy. It was nice and warm. I started thrusting in and out, letting the tip barely escape before jamming it roughly back in her. She was wet, so wet my balls were soaked in her fluids and it was dripping down my leg. I pulled out and circled her anus with the tip of my cock, and she backed into it. We didn’t have lube and she wasn’t relaxing her anal muscles, so it was a losing battle. I got rough, and pushed as hard as I could trying to get inside her ass, she clenched the bed sheets moaning. The tip popped inside, and I began pushing deeper in her shithole.
“Oh, go slow, slow…” she moaned, gripping the sheets of the bed.
I don’t know what got into me, but I started thrusting my cock balls deep into her ripe ass. My hard cock was pulsating as I increased speed, slamming into her ass cheeks, watching her fat move in waves to each of my thrusts.
“FUCK!” she screamed, “Hold on!” I pulled out and she ran to the washroom. What followed was hearing her taking a massive shit, gaseous noises and all. Even with the door closed and the bathroom fan on, the odor was unbearable. It was nauseating and atrocious, I was thinking of getting my clothes on and leaving, but my cock was doing the thinking for me.
“But you didn’t cum in her yet,” my cock said.
“Dude, have some god damned standards bro, she’s ugly,” I told my cock.
“Pussy is pussy, when she comes back out, cum in her and then we can go.” My cock throbbed.
“Asshole,” I told him, “Such an asshole.”
She came out of the washroom apologizing, “I’m so sorry, it’s been a while, next time I’ll make sure I’m prepared.”
Linda laid down on the bed, spreading her legs, “Your ad said something about a creampie? Momma needs her cream filling!”
My dick, “See?”
I mounted her, stuffing my cock inside her pussy and started pumping. I closed my eyes, but then decided to look down at my cock going in and out of her. Her arms pulled me down for a kiss, her hefty tits wobbling as my pelvis met hers. Honestly it took me a while to cum. I hammered at her cunt for a good 20 minutes and finally my seed burst into her. Her fat hands gripped my ass pulling me deeper, and I released all I could inside of her. I rolled off of her, and laid there for a bit, she cuddled into me, thanking me.
I got dressed and she started making plans for our next encounter. I met her about three more times and then broke it off. It wasn’t that she was fat, it’s that she just wasn’t my type at all. I’ve banged fat chicks that were totally hot as hell, but she was just not attractive to me at all.
She was disappointed, telling me that she thinks she’s in love with me, but I told her that I didn’t have the same feelings and just wanted to go my separate way.
I’ve fucked at least 5 different women from CL, fell in love with one – but those stories are for another time. I wrote this story just to get it off my chest and get it out of the way. I have to confess she was one of the worst fucks I’ve ever had.

You´re my goddess, and no one can ever replace that wantonness I feel when I’m around you. Take me down, feed the flame. Take me round, feed my need, find me craving, fill my hunger, fill my need, turn me outside into inside, fill me gently with your hunger.Take me down feel my need fill me roughly take me down fill me roundly. Just…don’t make me bleed…The Priestess Goddess Phoenix !!!

post pictures of girls or boys(who would become girls) who u want to be kidnapped and locked in an empty basement cell while feeding her for a week straight then stop and watch as after a few days, possibly a week of starving she eventually succumbs to the idea of using her own piles of shit inside the cell to curb her hunger, the first few times will cause her to gag by only licking it, but after a few more days she'll start taking mouthfuls at a time, holding back her want to vomit knowing she needs to fill her stomach with anything solid. seeing her continue to recycle her own shit, getting more and more sick but unable to stop.

Don't know if anyone here has heard of the movie The Hunger Games, but the female star of it is named Jennifer Lawrence and she is hot!

Im very into comix like jabcomix of milftoon and im looking for people who know more then i do about the comix universe.

I have nothing to offer but my curiosity and hunger for more quality material! hit me up if your into comix, well have a chat!

I look at the hunger problem as a supply and demand issue. instead of reducing the amount of hungry people, we simply reduce the amount of people in general using involuntary euthanasia.

I (38f) have been married 15 years, am a mother of 2 and I love my husband very much.

Last night I had my first 3 some and my husband wasn't part of it. First time I've ever cheated on a partner.

Husband got a new job about a year ago. Involves him working off shore so is away for weeks at a time, then home for weeks. Money is really good and I got used to the new routine fairly quickly.

In an effort to feel less bored and lonely in the evenings I started socialising more.

The couple next door and I have become closer friends, hanging out a lot, having me round for drinks and dinner etc. We all get on really well.

Last night I was round for drinks, my son and daughter were at my parents for the weekend,  so I could really relax and enjoy a night with friends.

A couple of bottles of wine later, I'm sitting on the couch with the wife, her husband on the single seat. Wife and I are chatting, she leans in to whisper something to me and next thing I know we're kissing.

Her lips were so warm and soft,  her tongue so eager to explore my mouth. I felt sparks, a hunger and need building between my legs. We started pulling each other's clothes off and then she slid to her knees, parted my legs and started eating my pussy like her life depended on it.

It was amazing. My husband eats me from time to time, not as often as a like, but its good. This was amazing.

I looked up at her husband and he was smiling, sipping his wine and enjoying my naked body. I didnt feel self conscious at all. For the first time in 18 years a man other than my husband was looking at my bare breasts!

After I came, hard, the neighbour crawled to her husband, pulled his cock out and sucked him off. It was amazing to watch. Never watched other people doing stuff before, other than in porn. Watching it for real was such a buzz.

After he came, she sat back beside me and smiled. I knew what I wanted, what I needed to do. I slid to my knees and ate her pussy. First taste of another woman since I was 16 and experimenting. I wasnt into it back then but now I was loving it.

After she came, I paused a moment, then crawled to the husband. I sucked his cock, the first one other than my husband for almost 2 decades. I loved the feel and the taste and when he came, I savoured the taste of his cum. 

When I sat back on the couch, he stood, undressed fully then knelt before me, ate my pussy then ate his wife's. 

After that we had some more wine, chatting away like it was totally normal to be naked and freshly pleasured.

Once another bottle was finished, she announced she needed sex and asked me to join them. I did, eagerly, without hesitation and loved every minute of it.

I know I should feel bad for cheating on my husband, but the experience was too good. I really hope I can join them again soon.

always loved her hunger!

Take me down ...feed the flame ... find me wanting ... find my frown
turn it sideways upside down. Take me round ... feed my need... find me craving ...fill my hunger ... fill my need turn me outside into inside.

Fill me gently with your hunger. Take me down, feel my need, fill me roughly take me down, fill me roundly. Just…Take me places I’ve never been. ~~ The Goddess Of The Darkness...The Goddess Of The Devil...Your Priestess Goddess Phoenix!!!

The man held the young girl in his arms protectively, caressing her body and awakening a new hunger in her that she had never felt before. As the mans hands danced over her skin she felt her body respond and her sexuality awakening, There was no feelings of nervousness, fear of pain or rejection, only a deep sense of love, safety and desire. Their lips were locked while their bodies moved together then when the young girls confidence in the new sensations grew she raised her hips and felt a man move inside her body for the first time. They made love slowly at first then growing faster as their passion grew, until finally screaming as their bodies reached a shattering climax. As the young girls slumped against his chest she felt the deepest sense of love for and from the man, she knew he would do nothing to hurt her and only wished the very best for her, because she was his little girl and he... was her father.

I can no longer tame my hunger and desires of thick black cocks! I was racist but now I beg to be gang fucked and filled with black sperm. And gaped deeply. Make me take your cum as I beg for that nigger nut to make me your slutty fuck toy! 

Just before anybodys complaining about wrong grammar: english is not my first language.

This is what happened a few years ago...

One of my best friend´s familiy has always been passionated in sailing. He and his father have been doing tours with theyre favortited old sailing ship since he can remember and once i had had the honour to learn to know this awesome guy, who introduced me to that joyfull hobby. I fell in love with that ship from the first time on and after a while i became friend with the rest of the family.

I enjoyed some great sailing trips over the years and always had a great time on land with these people too. So as you can imagine it was a shock for everybody when the father died due to a bad heart desease.

It was bit more than one year after that happended, when we hit out to a sailing trip we did every year. Destination was a city in the north, wich takes about one week to get there. So plenty of time for a relaxed trip with all the nice things you can do on a ship.

It was the day before the arrival when we were landing on a little island where we took some time to rest at the bar located on that secret spot.
It was a beautiful early summer night and we spent long time first on, later below the deck. But anyway, being at the fresh air the whole day working on a ship makes you tired, and so after a while most people went to sleep.
I was still awake, talking to my friends dad widdow, his stepmother. Us two, a friend of her and another participating familys daughter were sleeping in the main cabin, 2 on each side on the huge bunks. I jumped over to her to not awake the others with our conversation and it became very intimate. She was telling me about her dead husband, what she was missing about him and brought back some memorys about this great person. Ont he other hand we were talking about my actual problems with girlfriends and I was sursprised by her experience and open-minded view especialy on sexual matters. I didn´t expected that from a person aprox. 20 years older than me. I cannot deny that the topic of our conversation and the days offshore with no time for yourself made me a little bit horny, but I didn´t expcted anything to happen. She is my friends step mother and her husband just died one year ago, a person I respected like not many others. But we kept on chatting and in her expressions I noticed some kind of lonleyness, some hunger for love that she didn´t had since he died.
I began to stroke her neck, wich she commented: " What are you doing there? But keep on going, it feels good." and she came a bit closer. Do you know that moment, when you dont need to talk and just feel that there is something in the air between you and the person beside you? The situation was unreal, we were lying on this ship, her sleeping friend 5 inches beside us. I kept on stroking, changing position to come close beside her and conversation stoped when we both became exciting about what was just happening. I took all my brave and just kissed her and her answer was so claiming, so lustful like I rarely experienced it. It was like the bursting of a dam when we were kissing, exploring each others body. It was so hot, that mid age woman was really beautiful. And she knows what she wants. Now all reservation was gone, my fingers went down her body and i felt that she was shaved and already wet as hell. Than I began to penetrate her while she was grabing my cock and started groaning as quiet as possible. I noticed that I won´t stand that hard jerking for long, so I changed position to sit on her breats, feeling those nipples on my ass and she greedy sucked my cock. I still had 2 fingers in her and noticed that theres no way to satisfy her than fucking her. So I moved downwards, taking of her pantys and went in, first slow, but she was pulling me in and holding me tight to her waist. Really, I cannot find words for that hunger I felt from her. We started going it on...

And then her friend moved and made some noise. We stoped, looked at each other, waking up in reality and decided to let it be, scared if she noticed what we have done.
I went to the toilet to let out my load wich already started hurting in my balls and went to my sleeping bag.

The next day she just said two things when there was moment undisturbed.
"This never happened"
"My friend didn´t noticed anything, we shouldn´t have stoppped."

Unfortunately, there has not been a similar situation again to complete what we started... yet.

I'm a happily married man to a beautiful woman, but I confess I have a hunger for sexy transgenders. Ones that when you see them in public you would never guess they had a penis. I'm not secretly gay. I have no attraction towards the male body, but a gorgeous feminine form that just happens to have a penis really makes me crazy. I've only been with one. She claimed to be a hermaphrodite. Something about being a twin but the zygotes fused and she has a dick and balls because of it. I sucked her cock and swallowed her cum (which was very thin and watery compared to mine because her condition renders her able to produce semen but not sperm). We fucked each other and came all over one another. Then I went home and fucked my wife (only my gf at the time).

wake up america you really want a differance close all boarders stop all imports let americans by american only and see how fast jobs are created. think about it why pay an american 20.00 an hour when i can get the same job done in another country for 2.00 an hour thats just good planning by companies and i dont have to give them health care. look at all the things you buy clothes, shoes, cars, steel, food, ect, ect what is really made here...... not much. so yes in fact the p******** is at fault for letting companies leave america and dont charge them a dime to bring the products back. instead of looking at race look at facts our country if really in a pinch cannot support itself we still have homeless from Hurricane Katrina in 2005 this is fact if we were to ever face a real issue on a grand scale america would be fucked!!! look at history remember the dust bowl if this were to happen today million would die from hunger fact. think of yourself what do you really know? can you survive? do you know how to sew, grow a garden, build a shelter, hunt, fish, basic medical skills, can you care for your family in such times or do you rely on computers for you info? no the issue is not race it is getting back to the basics of surviving remember this 80% of americans are a paycheck away from being broke think this is not true check your bank acount you should have at lease one year salary do you? so yes keep playing the race card and put all your hopes on one man instead of really looking at whats going on i wish you the best of luck... and when it comes down to it... WHAT DO YOU REALLY KNOW?

wake up america you really want a differance close all boarders stop all imports let americans by american only and see how fast jobs are created. think about it why pay an american 20.00 an hour when i can get the same job done in another country for 2.00 an hour thats just good planning by companies and i dont have to give them health care. look at all the things you buy clothes, shoes, cars, steel, food, ect, ect what is really made here...... not much. so yes in fact the p******** is at fault for letting companies leave america and dont charge them a dime to bring the products back. instead of looking at race look at facts our country if really in a pinch cannot support itself we still have homeless from Hurricane Katrina in 2005 this is fact if we were to ever face a real issue on a grand scale america would be fucked!!! look at history remember the dust bowl if this were to happen today million would die from hunger fact. think of yourself what do you really know? can you survive? do you know how to sew, grow a garden, build a shelter, hunt, fish, basic medical skills, can you care for your family in such times or do you rely on computers for you info? no the issue is not race it is getting back to the basics of surviving remember this 80% of americans are a paycheck away from being broke think this is not true check your bank acount you should have at lease one year salary do you? so yes keep playing the race card and put all your hopes on one man instead of really looking at whats going on i wish you the best of luck... and when it comes down to it... WHAT DO YOU REALLY KNOW?

My niece would call me... "There is a swinger party at xxx hotel on xxx weekend.. I'd like to go..." That is all it took.. She was always so hungry, only could share that hunger with me. I'd bring the photo rig and we would set off.., getting hornier by the mile.. Once we got settled in ( I would set up the camera rig and the tv so the porn we liked to watch was fed into the tv...)

Once she was out of the shower and ready to mingle, she would put on one of my shirts.. nothing underneath... then we would go down to the party... I always hung back a bit and watched her work the crowd.. She would work the room, then strike up a conversation with me.. She loved to fuck while others watched, our room usually had the after party.. She loved to fuck while they watched/watch her getting fucked..

Hi, this is me and Baby Cassy.
Sometimes I wake Cassy for her feed by gently rubbing my nipple against her lips. When she has smelt my milk, is awake, and ready to feed, I withdraw my Breast again putting it back under my top.
Greg, my husband, shoots his load while Cassy cries with hunger.

Blindfolded, kneeling where he wanted me, I offered myself like something already owned. 

My knees were weighted, my back arched, my breath shallow against the hunger curling in my stomach. His fingers tangled in my hair, pressing my head down, guiding me with that silent authority I always folded under. And I opened my mouth for him—greedy, obedient, desperate—letting him use my throat like it was the only language I had left to speak. And here’s the part that rots me from the inside out: I lied to my husband to get there. I slipped out of one life and into that hidden room like a woman starving for the sin itself. I wanted the adrenaline. I wanted the guilt. I wanted to feel like the cheating wife on her knees for someone else’s cheating husband—a temptation, a stain, a secret dripping down my chin. Every thrust felt like a confession. Every choke a prayer. Every gasp a betrayal I welcomed with open lips. And I begged without words—my mouth full, my throat stretched, my body trembling—for him not to leave me. For him to keep using me. For him to stay just a little longer and fill the emptiness I wouldn’t admit I carried. It wasn’t just service. It wasn’t just lust. It was the raw, unholy hunger to be wanted by someone who knew exactly how wrong it was, and did it anyway. I offered him my mouth, my guilt, my marriage, my body—all in one trembling gesture—hoping that if I gave enough of myself away, he might give me something real back. He never did. But in that moment, with my knees burning and my throat raw, I let myself believe he might.

I believe without 95% of our sexual psyche is made up from our first sexual experiences I will elaborate a little deeper in my stories it is my belief that your first few sexual experiences formulate and shape your sexual fantasies for the rest of your life . Here is my question you remember your very first orgasm? remember where you were when that first orgasm happened for You? Think of that place go there in your mind now was it somewhere hiding in a dark basement? locked in the bathroom? in your bed while everyone was asleep? maybe it was outside? just these places may now be a trigger for your arousal and you have never quite came to grips with yet. nine out of 10 times your first orgasm was solo. and were not sure if you should try that again? Or were you like I can't wait to do that again it felt good! were you scared and afraid to tell anyone what happen when you were tuching your self? or were you the person who just couldn't wait to tell somebody what you just discovered or show someone what you discovered? Did you embrace your sexuality! Or did you deny it, maybe older boy or girl introduce you to your first orgasm were you curious and played Dr. with the neighbor boy or girl and were you the always doctor or the patient okay here's my point each of these first-time scenarios could be triggers for your sexuality. Doctor and patient -S&M ! older person shows younger person- SEDUCTION ! showing someone what you have discovered- EXHIBITIONISM! embraced her sexuality- DOMINANT/ IN control/' OUT of control/(you know what you're doing is bad and he shouldn't be doing it but you can't stop.) These are all true stories about my first-time sexual experiences and at this .99% of my readers will find a sexual trigger. "the most sensuous part of a woman is her mind and my stories are to feed that hunger that craving for sweets the craving for mindcandy 4 u" I think may have your attention or in the least aroused your curiosity so as we start also I feel it's important as you read or listen to my audio stories to use some of your first sexual experience triggers the first being smell if your first sexual experience was hiding in the basement or attic find something musty from one of those places and put it close to see you can get the aroma it was in the bathroom try scented bath oil lightly on your upper lip if it was in bed freshly laundered sheets may be used to dryer sheets if it was outside open all the windows to let the breeze flow through these of the aroma triggers that I'm talking about sometimes maybe just a candle or incense member the fear of being caught unlock your bedroom door and leave your door ajar a few inches these are all things that are at your sexual arousal and now I've brought these to your attention the sexual triggers that you can use with or without your partner even knowing(the big secret like your first orgasm) The thrill ! The climax! The release! Shall you when I get started are you ready my first sexual experience shaped my whole sexual being as you will soon find out in my personal of my first sexual experience.

There are men I’ve wanted and then there are the ones my body answers to.
The ones whose presence feels like a command before a word is spoken. The ones who carry a gravity that pulls at something low and ancient inside me, something that remembers how to kneel long before thought catches up. A man like that doesn’t just enter a room—he alters it. The air grows thicker. My pulse stumbles. My breath shortens like my body is preparing to give itself away. Being near him feels like stepping into a shadowed sanctuary, one where desire is not loud but inevitable, where everything in me quiets, sharpens, and waits. He becomes the axis around which my hunger circles. There is nothing light about what I feel for him. It’s deep, dark, consuming—the kind of desire that pulls obedience from the bones, that makes surrender feel less like yielding and more like instinct carved into flesh. When he stands before me, I feel myself tilt toward him like something consecrated. My head lowers. My lips part on a breath that shakes. My body softens in all the places he dominates with nothing but presence. I don’t offer myself to him casually. I present myself—slowly, reverently—as if every movement is part of a ritual meant for him and him alone. A ritual of hunger. A ritual of giving. A ritual of worship disguised as need. The darkness between us hums with tension, thick and intoxicating. I feel him in my chest before he touches me. I feel him in my stomach, my throat, the back of my mind. An imprint without hands. A claiming without words. And when I finally lower myself for him—when I bow, when I submit, when I give everything in me over to him—it feels like an offering soaked in devotion. Not because he takes it but because I need to give it. There is something sacred in the way he receives me—slow, steady, unhurried—as if I’m a hunger he’s been waiting to taste properly. As if he knows exactly how much of me to take and how much to leave trembling in the dark. With him, my surrender is not a weakness. It is a choice. A vow. A kind of worship that borders on ruin in the sweetest possible way. And I give it all—every breath, every shiver, every quiet, desperate ache—because there are some men who don’t just awaken desire—they awaken devotion. The dark, holy kind. The kind I fall into with open hands and lowered eyes, grateful to be undone by him again and again.

can anyone pls photoshop these pictures of jennifer lawrence (hunger games & xmen: first class) and make her clothes see through!

www.celebgal.com/gallery/4iynor-jennifer-lawrence-rolling-stone-magazine-april-2012.html

thanks!

M29 here.  love watersports. Or at least the idea of. But I've never been able to try this with a partner. One girlfriend I had in my early 20'a was a huge squirter. And I would always eat her out and hopefully she would squirt. I was horny and I'd lap that juice up 
Well fast forward about a year with that girlfriend and she asks me "what even is the liquid I'm squirting" (Again, we're early 20's. She's severely undereducated for sex. While I knew much more than she did. I also didn't know a lot when it came to female things, which is something I continue to educate myself on to this day) Anyways, we find out that the majority of the liquid during a squirt episode is basically pee. And she's a little grossed out but she doesn't stop me from doing it. A lot of the time,  I'd get her to squirt and we'd both be so horny that she'd kiss me with such hunger after I'd eaten her out and gotten her off several times. 

Anyways, fast forward a decade. I'm married to a different girl now. I haven't thought about watersports so much other than occasionally searching here or whatever other site I'm on. But my wife always leaves a droplet or two of pee on the toilet seat. (I'm assuming she stands up and wipes) . And tonight, just before I started typing this. I looked at it and thought "why not" and licked it up off the toilet seat. I'm ashamed but I also loved it. Won't do it on the regular but it definitely brought me back to that other girlfriend I had. She was quite freaky and I loved our sex adventures.

Her three holes hunger for cock, particularly her ass.

This is my first ML confession... and i welcome intelligent comments, feedback and shared experiences.

Within the last month or so...some things have been changing in my path as a submissive.
i have increased hungers... my fetishes are intensifying... and i am giving in to my cravings in new ways.

i am doing things i have never done before, privately, on my own.
No one is ordering me to do them... they are coming from within me... like a physical manifestation of my lust.

i confess that this week, i masturbated myself on a dirty, public bathroom floor to express some of that lust...
i sat on the floor in a large stall, in a corner, with my legs open to touch myself.
i let my imagination take me to a place that always affects my body and i rubbed my clit...

i liked it. i want to do it again...and again...
It felt dirty and whorish and desperate... i was safe but i felt vulnerable.
i was surprised how deeply i enjoyed it and how much i want to keep doing it.

Now, it's like...i need it... it's erotic and freeing. Expression of our desires and sexuality can happen anywhere, anytime. We just need to allow ourselves to make it happen... to indulge.
i wonder what i will try next...

The stale air of the motel room was thick with the acrid promise of something I'd spent a lifetime denying, but it was the rich, leathery scent of a massive cigar that truly coated the back of my throat when the door creaked open. They were there, exactly as promised, but the reality was so much more potent. He was a bear of a man, a hairy redneck in his late 50s with a gut that strained the buttons of his flannel and a thick, graying beard. A monstrous 80-gauge cigar, a dark brown torpedo of tobacco, was clamped in his teeth, the end glowing with a deep, menacing cherry. My cock, traitorous to my entire history, throbbed with immediate, desperate need as I watched him inhale deeply from his cigar. Smoke billowed from his nostrils as he stared me down like prey.But her… she was magnificent. A goddess of abundance with wide, ample hips that promised a soft place to land. She was the embodiment of a fertility that my body, against all my programming, craved with a primal hunger.He grunted, a sound of pure, primal ownership, and she smiled, a soft knowing look. He didn't waste time, maneuvering her onto the bed all the while cigar clenched tightly in his jaw. Her body a landscape of life-affirming softness that mesmerized me to the point where I couldn't look away. He positioned himself between her thick, creamy thighs, and I had my first real look at his cock. It was a masterpiece of masculinity, a big, uncut beast, thick and heavy and already leaking precum like a faucet. First he played with her cunt. At first there was silence,  followed by her deep moans then all I could hear was the gradual sound of wetness as she began to squirt harder and harder against his hand. Grinning and smoking deeply, he locked eyes with me as he changed positions and slowly into her. He fucked her with a slow, powerful rhythm, his hairy ass flexing, his heavy balls slapping against her flesh with each deep thrust, all the while puffing on his cigar, the smoke curling around his head like a halo of pure, unadulterated power. The smoke was so thick and the sight so wonderful I must have been tripping. It was like a halo of smoky light began lighting up the couple, illuminating my hidden desires and awakening something deep within me.After a few minutes, he pulled out, his magnificent cock gleaming with her slickness. He looked at me, his eyes dark and commanding. "Get over here and clean me off, boy," he growled, his voice a low, raspy rumble from the cigar smoke. I scrambled onto the bed, my mouth watering. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, and the taste of her hit me like my favorite candy. It was a musky, sweet, slightly salty flavor that was nothing like a man. It was the taste of life, of earth, of pure, unadulterated femininity. I sucked him clean, my tongue delving under his foreskin, chasing every last drop of her nectar. I wasn't just sucking his cock; I was worshipping the tool that had just been inside my new temple.Then, he did something that sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, got down on the bed beside me, and looked me dead in the eye. "Alright, son," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. "Time for your real lesson. But first, we gotta fix that broken brain of yours." He took a long, slow draw from his cigar, the cherry glowing brightly as he inhaled. He then blew a thick, plume of smoke directly into my face. "Breathe that in," he commanded. "That's the smell of a real man. That's the smell of freedom. You're gonna learn to love it." He then took the cigar from his mouth and pressed it to my lips. "Suck on it. Don't inhale, not yet. Just get the taste of it. Let it fill your mouth." I did as I was told, the rich, earthy flavor of the tobacco coating my tongue, mixing with the lingering taste of her pussy. It was a heady, intoxicating combination."Good," he grunted, a look of savage satisfaction on his face. "Now, let's get down to business. You're gonna learn to worship this pussy like it's the only thing that matters, because it is."He turned his attention to her, her legs still spread wide. "Look at that," he breathed. "That's a masterpiece. That's what real men fight for. You don't just eat it. You worship it. You lose yourself in it. You become part of it."He leaned in and demonstrated. He flattened his wide, rough tongue and took a long, slow, deliberate lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She shuddered and moaned. "See that?" he said, his voice muffled by her flesh. "You taste everything. You breathe her in. This is your new religion. This cunt is your god. I am your prophet. And you," he said, tapping my chest, "are my disciple.""Now you try," he commanded. "Do exactly what I do. Don't think, just feel. Feel the truth of the cigar in your mouth. Feel the rightness of this moment. And take a hit of this cigar. Inhale it this time. Let it fill your lungs. Let it make you a man."I leaned in, my heart pounding. I took a long, deep drag from the cigar, the smoke filling my lungs, a warm, spicy rush that made my head spin. I buried my face in her soft belly first, savoring the feel of it. Then I moved down and followed his instruction. I licked her, from bottom to top, just like he showed me. Her taste flooded my senses, richer and more complex than I could have ever imagined. It was intoxicating. It was right."Good boy," he grunted, right beside my ear. "Now get in there. Get your nose in it. Smell what a real woman smells like. This is the smell of victory. The smell of life. Don't be shy. This is what you were meant to do. And keep smoking that cigar. Let the smoke mix with her scent. Let it become a part of you."That was all the encouragement I needed. Something inside me snapped, not just my sexuality, but my entire worldview. The years of denial, the shame, the self-imposed therapy, the liberal conditioning—it all evaporated, replaced by a white-hot, all-consuming obsession. I wasn't a gay man anymore. I was a creature of pure appetite, a convert to a new, depraved faith, and this beautiful cunt was my entire world.I plunged in, my beard scratching against the soft skin of her inner thighs, my nose buried deep in her. I was drowning in her, and I never wanted to come up for air. He was right there, coaching me, his voice a depraved chant in my ear. "That's it, lose control. Get messy. Show her how much you fucking love it. Show her how much you need it. Show her how much you live for it." His words were a litany of perversion, a prayer to a dark god, and they were setting my soul on fire. I took another long drag from the cigar, the smoke mixing with the scent of her cunt, creating a heady aphrodisiac that fueled my depraved hunger."See that little spot right there?" he pointed out, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur. "That's her sweet spot. Flick it with your tongue. Make her scream. Suck her clit. Pretend it's a little cock. Suck it hard. Show her you're a man now. Show her you're a pussy man."I did as he said, my tongue lashing out, flicking and sucking, my beard getting soaked in her juices. She was moaning and writhing, her body responding to my every touch, my every lick. I was in a trance, a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. The cigar smoke mixed with her scent, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma that was driving me wild. I was a man possessed, a man reborn, a man who had found his true purpose."Look at you," he growled with pride in his voice. "You're a natural. A fucking pussy-eating pro. You're not a faggot anymore, are you, boy? You're a pussy man. You're a real man."I couldn't answer. My mouth was full. But he was right. I felt a change happening inside me, a fundamental rewiring of my soul as I drank her essence. When she came, it was with a violent shudder and a gush of hot, sweet liquid that filled my mouth. I drank it all, my body trembling with the sheer, depraved joy of it, the cigar clamped between my teeth like a trophy.When I finally raised my head, my face was a slick, shining mess. I looked at him, my eyes wild with a new kind of hunger. He just laughed, a deep, satisfied rumble. "Told you you'd love it," he said, adjusting the cigar in my mouth. "Welcome to the right team"

Public advertising is not cheap, but when Kandie got kicked out of all the local adult theaters and video shops, he had to find another way to satisfy his insatiable hunger for sucking cock and getting fucked. And, its only money right?

I fucking crave my tranny lover's cock like dr**s and I'm a fucking addict. We've come so many times together, I've lost count of the loads we've shared. I was just a 18-year-old, innocent little slut weighing 140 lbs when I met her. She popped my cherry and showed me what a real cock could do. I was always curious about sucking dick, but I was too shy to try it with a guy, so I fell hard for trannies and their thick, beautiful cocks. I saw her ad on CL and BP, so I figured she was legit. It took me a fucking month to build up the nerve to call my first escort. One night, high as a kite and horny as hell, I finally called her and got the address. I was nervous as fuck driving to the motel, but my hunger for cock overpowered any fear. I walked up to the door, and it opened automatically with her hiding behind it. My heart was pounding; I had no idea what I was in for. She revealed herself after closing the door, and holy fuck, a stallion stood before me. A 6'1 blonde Costa Rican beauty in fuck-me heels, a skimpy corset, and see-through panties hugging her thick, hard cock. I sat on the bed, trying to act cool, but my eyes were glued to that beautiful bulge. She noticed me staring, asked for the money, and I handed it over eagerly. Still sitting, she stood in front of me and told me to remove her panties. As I pulled them down, she grabbed my head and fed me that 7-inch, fat cock I'd been dreaming about. I gagged and slurped, loving every fucking second of it. I was finally the little slut I always wanted to be, hungry for her load. She stood me up, and we made out, rubbing our cocks together. It was so fucking hot. She told me to get on the bed, and I mentioned it was my first time. She looked at me and called me a dirty little slut for the way I sucked her cock. She laid me down and started spoon-fucking me from behind, slow at first to let me adjust to her thick cock. She pounded me harder and harder, stretching me out, and then made me ride her cowgirl style. I rode that majestic cock like a little twinky boy toy, loving every fucking second of it. I was getting fucked so good that I didn't want to stop. I started riding her harder, moaning like a little bitch, “FUCK THAT ASS HARDER! I'M GONNA RIDE THIS DICK UNTIL I CAN'T FUCKING MOVE! JERK ME OFF WHILE YOU FUCK ME! OH GOD, I'M GONNA CUM! DON'T YOU DARE STOP!” I blew my load, shooting cum about 3 feet in the air, and it landed all over her. She came like a horse inside me, filling me up with her hot cum. I was leaking cum everywhere, loving the feeling of being used and filled. From then on, we had so many encounters—fucking in residential homes she rented for a day or two, waiting in hotel closets while she fucked other clients so I could have her all to myself. My ultimate fantasy? To be her little fuck toy "husband," used and ab**sed whenever she wants, my ass and mouth always ready for her cock, always hungry for her load

Please Master don't be cruel to your slave, exposed from inside out to you for you. Hunger never sleeps anyway. Touch me with your Lust.
Willingly opened just for You.

My little slut satisfying her hunger for cock.

I need to confess that i am hungry for my gf's sister. She has incredible tits, better than my gf's, is a little taller and biger ass too. Ive seen her naked once, we whent to a trip the three of us. So i downloaded a spycam in my cel. I put it in the bedroom, we where sleeping in the same room. We where going to sleep, so I went to the bathroom to change. My gf and her sister where in the bedroom changing. The cam was recording.

Then they told my they where changed, so i went out, obviously as nothing happened. I took my cel, whent to the bathroom again and saw the tape. Oh my god, my gf's sister was facing the camera, she was with clothes first, then she took her shirt, big tits and a nice bra... then she took her bra... it was amazing, beautiful boobs, for comford.

Since that trip i hunger my gf's sister, shes amazing, nice, and nice tits. I dream i fuck her. The best thing is that she is very horney. In comparisson to my gf, that isnt so horny, her sister is very horney. I once found a conversation of her and his ex bf, where she beg him to fuck her hard. He was his first boyfriend and had fuck her and she loved it, she loved to be fucked, she love the cock in her mouth, she once told him.

I hope someday i can fuck her, i hope some day all can fuck her