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Their, There, They're
What's the difference between their, there, and they're? They're really not that complicated; once you understand their differences there shouldn't be any more confusion.

Their

Their is the third person plural possessive adjective, used to describe something as belong to them. Their is nearly always followed by a noun.

Where is their car?

Are these their pens?

Their books are on the table.

This is their room and this is ours.

What happened to their dog?

Their being here is causing some problems.

There

There has several different uses.

1. Adverb that means the opposite of "here"

He's over there.

Stop right there.

Do you want to sit here or there?

2. Pronoun that introduces a noun or clause.

There is something strange going on.

Is there a phone?

3. Adjective that emphasizes which person.

That guy there seems to be in trouble.

Those there look good.

4. Noun that means "that place."

From there, we drove to Boston.

I'm not going in there!

They're

They're is the contraction of "they are" and is often followed by the present participle (verb form ending in -ing).

They're going to be late.

Is that what they're saying?

I think they're lying.

If they're ready, we can go.

I can't believe they're not here yet!

When they're older, they'll understand.

The Bottom Line

The confusion between their, there, and they're occurs because the three words are pronounced in very similar ways.

If the word means "belonging to them," use their. If you're able to replace the word with "they are," use they're. Otherwise, there is only one correct answer: there.

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Your vs You're
What's the difference between your and you're? Your presence on this page means you're about to find out.

Your

Your is the second person possessive adjective, used to describe something as belonging to you. Your is nearly always followed by a noun.

What is your name?

Is this your pen?

Your book is on the table.

This is your chair and this is mine.

What happened to your dog?

Your being here is causing some problems.

You're

You're is the contraction of "you are" and is often followed by the present participle (verb form ending in -ing).

You're going to be late.

Is that what you're wearing?

I think you're lying.

If you're ready, we can go.

I can't believe you're a doctor!

When you're my age, you'll understand.

The Bottom Line

The confusion between your and you're occurs because the two words are pronounced pretty much the same.

The ironclad rule - no exceptions - is that if you're able to replace the word with "you are," you're saying you're. Otherwise, your only choice is your.

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Apostrophe s
The English apostrophe s and s apostrophe cause a lot of problems, even for native speakers. This lesson's task is to help you learn about possessives and contractions that need apostrophes and plurals that don't.

The apostrophe has two purposes in English:
1.To indicate that one or more letters was dropped in a contraction:
it is > it's
we are > we're
does not > doesn't
of the clock > o'clock

2.To indicate possession:
a) singular with 's
Tom's book
Jeannie's idea
the girl's toys (toys belong to one girl)
b) plural with s'
the books' covers
my brothers' jobs
the girls' toys (toys belong to several girls)

The apostrophe should never be used when you are just talking about something that is plural, with no possession.

The girl's walked by > The girls walked by
My brother's are tall > My brothers are tall
Welcome traveler's > Welcome travelers

The Bottom Line

Just remember that the apostrophe has a purpose: to indicate a contraction or possession. It does not indicate a plural - the letter s does a fine job of that all by itself.

Bernard's Cock

This is the confessional story of how Bernard was able to fuck whoever he wanted in class.

Bernard was timid and shy, and his thin body reflected this. However, as is often the case with such a person, he was the horniest of fuckers. Losing his virginity permeated his thoughts throughout every minute of his waking life, and when he slept, well, needless to say all his dreams had a common theme. Every morning Bernard awoke to the disappointment that the cunt he thought he'd finally been penetrating, was just another dream, and that in fact all he had achieved in doing was to make his pyjamas wet and sticky about the groin area again.

Eighteen and the closest he'd been to fucking was in his dreams. However, an unearthly gift was about to change all this.

The first time it happened, Bernard was in Math class. Sitting absentmindedly as ever, Bernard would alternate his gaze between the clock on the wall, and the view out the window. The girls were playing volleyball in the playground. He would try not to stare at them for too long, firstly so that he wasn't caught, and secondly so that he wouldn't get an erection in class. Every time one of the girls would jump to shoot, he would narrow his vision at their vest covered breasts, some were larger than others, but all gave him equal delight.

Turning his attention back to his text book, Bernard couldn't help but notice the pink thong of the girl in the desk in front of his. She was Jessica Riley, and she was the prettiest of things. Seeing her thong from behind, Bernard couldn't help but imagine what the front would look like, how she would look with nothing but the thong on, with her long brunette hair resting on her naked shoulders. How he would love to pull her thong to oneside and taste her fresh pussy, how her body would writhe under the influence of his tongue up her cunt. Bernard's breaths begin to become shorter when all at once his thoughts were suddenly broken.

Mrs Adams was standing over his desk. "Distracted by something again Bernard?", she enquired in harsh tones.
"No Mrs, sorry Mrs", fell the words out of his embarrassed red face.

Leaning forward, Mrs Adams continued to lecture Bernard on the importance of remaining focused in class and studying well. However it fell on dead ears, Bernard had already been distracted by her low cut top, draping off her shoulders, exposing first her collar bones, then her well defined cleavage. Bernard tried to retain eye contact with Mrs Adams, tried to look as if he was paying attention to her words. It was too dificult. He Intermittently nodded to simulate agreement with what she was saying, however this was merely an excuse to catch a glimpse down her blouse.

Seeing the top of her black lace bra, remembering the sight of Jessica's pink thong. Imagining Mrs Adams and Jessica naked together, rubbing each others bodies, kissing each others lips. Picturing them on their knees under his desk, pulling down his trousers, seeing their astonished faces as he reveals his gigantic cock (it wasn't). Bernard could no longer suppress the feeling in his boxers, a bead of sweat rolled down his face, and his cock all of a sudden was erect.

As instantaneously as Bernard's cock was hard, Mrs Adams speech wash frozen. He looked up awaiting the next sentence but it didn't come. He looked around, no one was moving. He looked out the window, the girls had stopped playing volleyball, frozen like statues in their sporting poses. Finally he looked back at the clock on the wall, it ticked no longer. In total shock, Bernard rose from his seat. Shaking like a leaf he reached out to touch Mrs Adams' arm. It was warm and soft, she remained totally motionless and unaffected.

The distress evident on Bernard's face slowly faded as his parted lips transformed into a wry grin. The realisation time was frozen and his cock was rock solid made Bernard overwhelmed with a strange blend of fear and joy. Building in confidence, he reached for Mrs Adams' tits, the first non-maternal pair he'd ever felt. He squeezed them with delight. In the blink of an eye he had removed her blouse, and then - not without difficulty - removed that seductive lace bra, dropped it to the floor, and almost awe struck eye-balled her large exposed tits. Those grand orbs of desire, framed and enhanced by a thin waist and slender shoulders. Bernard was beside himself.

Removing his own top, Bernard moved closer to Mrs Adams. He threw his arms around her waist tightly to feel her naked torso against his. He tasted her lips, slid his hands down her trousers and groped her firm ass cheeks. After feeling her tongue with his own one, he moved down to kiss her neck, in doing so he saw it again - over Mrs Adams' shoulder - the pink thong of Jessica Riley.

How had he forgotten about Jessy, sitting there, bent forward, frozen. He stepped away from Mrs Adam's body, approached Jessica's desk. She sat there with the end of a pencil in her mouth. How innocent she looked clearly deliberating on one of the problems from class. Bernard was transfixed by her pretty frozen face, by her soft lips teasing the end of that pencil, he couldn't resist any longer. Her head was at a perfect height, he turned it towards his crotch and dropped his trousers. He ripped off his boxers and manually opened her mouth, then - slowly yet purposefully - buried his throbbing cock in her gob. He felt her wet tongue before the back of her mouth.

His heart beating like a drum, Bernard lost all self-control. Taking hold of her head with both hands, Bernard begin thrusting in and out of her mouth. The silence in the room was broken by the sound of squelching and of Bernard's balls ricocheting off her chin. Jessica's mouth became ever fuller with spit and bile as she began to gag on Bernards cock which gave him a shock. He took his cock out her mouth to see if she had awoken. She hadn't, but moreover, she was more beautiful than ever. Frozen in time with saliva hanging between her mouth and his cock, her eye make-up a mess.

Bernard lifted Jessica out of her chair. Fortunately she stood of her own accord. Starting from the top down, Bernard unbuttoned her shirt one by one. She didn't wear a bra, and her perky budding tits were a sight to behold. Small, unassuming, fucking perfect. Her body was just as Bernard had imagined. Petite as anything, slightly tanned, soft, delicate, ripe.

Bernard continued to strip both his mannequinesque beauties completely bear. He looked around the room at all the other frozen faces, but with little inspection was sure he already had the two finest women in the room stripped naked, ready at his disposal. He pushed Mrs Adam's onto his desk face up, and positioned her body so that her head dangled off the end. With some effort and plenty of huffing and puffing, he lifted Jessica's body on top of Mrs Adams' the other way around and on all fours, so that her hairless pussy rested right above Mrs' Adams' upside down face.

Bernard stood back and admired his perfect fucking creation. Proudly he stood up to it, kissed Jessica's pretty little ass cheek (for it looked so sweet), then angled his cock down towards Mrs Adams' mouth. He secured the two bodies in place with his hands, and begin to pummel her mouth like a rabid dog fucks their favourite toy.

Once again the room was full of the sound of gagging. This time Mrs Adams' mouth squelching whilst spit spluttered out all over her face. Bernard stopped fucking her face for a moment, again admiring his creation and the mess he'd made of it.

Using his hand, he cupped up some of the saliva from his cock and Mrs Adams' messy face, and dribbled it over Jessica's ass. Bernard returned his cock to Mrs Adam's throat, burying his whole length in there as far is he could go, holding it there for a few seconds so to lube up his cock. He pulled it out again, took a firm grip of Jessica's hips, and with some force required, squeezed his cock into her asshole.

Her asshole, tight as it was, gradually parted, expended, and engulfed the head of Bernard's cock. He slid inch after inch, deeper and deeper into her shitter, and as he reached maximum penetration, she wimpered.

Again Bernard feared she had awoken. He reached forward and turned her head to face him. It was still motionless, yet now it bore an expression of discomfort. Still angling her face towards him, Bernard removed all but the head of his cock from her ass. Staring deeply into her eyes (still beautifully framed by her messed up makeup), he slammed his cock hard up her ass to the sound of flesh slapping flesh and another whimper. Certainly she was still frozen in time, but to Bernard' delight, she quietly whimpered as he continued to pound her ass.

After a few minutes of fucking Jessica's pretty little ass, he removed his cock, and spat onto her barely gaping hole. It slid over her asshole, down the ravine between her red ass cheeks towards her pussy, before dripping on Mrs Adams' face. The sight of this excited Bernard immensely, and joyfully he returned his ass stenching cock to Mrs Adams' throat.

He pounded away gleefully, alternating between the teachers gob and the students asshole, the messier Mrs Adams' face became, and the more Jessica whimpered, the more Bernard became excited. Frantically he fucked both of them until he felt a contortion in his stomach. Uncontrollably, as if possessed, he stretched Jessica's ass cheeks wide apart, found her drenched wet cunt with the head of his cock, plunged the whole thing in, and instantly erupted. With a demonic grunt, the likes of which Bernard did not know he could produce, Bernard was finished.

So that's the story of how Bernard lost his virginity (if you can call it that). After cumming (and taking a moment to watch his cum spew out of Jessica's pussy onto Mrs Adams' face) he quickly cleaned and dressed the pair, and soon as his cock was soft again, the clock ticked again. Needless to say Jessica and Mrs Adams' were might confused as to why their makeup had suddenly became a mess, why Jessica's ass was sore, and why Mrs Adams' had lost her voice. However it remained an unsolved mystery.

From that day onwards, whenever Bernard got an erection, time froze. Might this gift turn out to be a curse for our timid Bernard. Who knows? All Bernard knows, is that he had the best fucking experience of his life, one that he couldn't have even dreamed off without his magic cock.

This is a MSpaint do over of a picture I used to possess.
It's a furry picture of two green lynxes, with a tan(ish) background. the female seductively smiling and the male nervously anticipating.
If anyone has the original, it would be awesome if they posted it for me

Censorship & Filters; Please sign & reblog.

This site will be banned!

Many of you may not know what David Cameron has been up to. Basically he is calling to filter all pornography from the internet in the UK. Now, you’ll be able to call up your ISP and ask them to let it through but there are many that will feel too shy, embarrassed or judged to do this. He is also placing an out right ban on certain kinds of pornography making possession a crime. David is using children as his argument here. Within the industry we applaud any law that will aid in the protection of children however the adult industry has nothing to do with children, we do all we can to keep children away from viewing our sites (ie: adult tags) and we rely on the parents to do the rest as you’d expect any decent parent to (fire walls, watching your children and education). We the adult industry also have nothing to do with sex crimes against children, it is an appalling fact of life that these things do happen but these crimes are committed by sick individuals or well organised crime syndicates who are certainly nothing to do with our world!

So, why is this a problem?

1. I would argue that as people we have the right to view porn if we so wish.

2. We have the right to make our own minds up about porn and anything else for that matter.

3. Filters imposed by countries are never just used as filters, they are often misused to benefit others.

4. The adult industry in the UK is fragile and people will lose money/jobs in an economy that is already struggling

5. Given that in countries that allow pornography and have relaxed laws regarding it cases of rape have fallen, it would be safe to argue that cases of rape will increase should you block it.

6. Define porn, it differs from person to person. To some it’s Bukkake and Gangbangs, to others it’s girls rubbing balloons with their feet… Where will the line be drawn and where will censorship eventually end?

7. Pornography already suffers heavily from pirates and a legal system unwilling to help those whom own the rights to content. By banning certain pornography and making it difficult to acquire any in the 1st place will cause a ‘boom’ in pirated material. We will find our selves back in a situation where DVD’s are being sold out the back of vans and in bars. Basically people like the producers and performers will suffer financially while even more illegal content is sold and distributed illegally.

8. This move by David is one that in the long term will be damaging to the countries economy and sexual health all in order to gain a few extra votes in order to hold his position as Prime Minister.

9. The new laws will criminalise people, the average person, people like you.

I could go on, I could go into far greater detail than I have above. Unlike David though I am not about to insult your intelligence, I know the vast majority of people are well informed and more than capable of making up their own mind based on the knowledge and common sense they have. So please have a think about what I’ve written, even do some research if you feel you need to but please do it before David filters how much you can do.

If you agree please sign the petition below and thank you for taking the time to read this:

http://epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/51746

Last night I was thinking about a convo I once had with another guy about anal orgasms, I've never tried any kind of assplay and didn't want to start, but I was bored and a lil horny, but not hard, and something possessed me to go ahead and try something. So I went into the bathroom and tried getting a finger in, wasn't too tricky, didn't get too far before I ran into some shit, but I 2'd and tried some more, and then two fingers. I felt around in there, but wasn't sure what angle to look for so I kinda just felt around hoping something would feel right, but didn't feel much. I thought maybe it just wasn't reaching it. I kinda got carried away and decided to stick something up there, the only suitable thing was the handle of a toilet brush which I lubed with some vegitable oil and stuck between the mattress so it would hold itself, then got into kind of doggy and backed into it.it felt cold and weird, and I had to bend kinda funny to get it in smoothly, at one point like a dog lifting its leg. I didn't do too much back and forth action, just kinda tried to get used to it or find whatever spot I was looking for. didn't really get much out of it, but I wasn't even hard, I had already fapped that day so didn't have much to go on, that might have been where I went wrong in this experiment, I shoulda waited until I was really horny. But I did feel my dick when I was about to stop and I was dripping a lil bit of clear cum, so maybe I just had empty balls to start. anyhow, didn't get much out of it but was probably doing it wrong, and when I pulled it out again I was probably 7 inches deep, at least from where I held it as I pulled out, but I got worried when I saw a redness mixed in with some of the stains, thought I may have hit something, like a polyp or just ripped a lil. but I'm not too "butthurt" atm, maybe on the outside a lil, and I've been farting more today. idk, maybe I need something softer to practice with, and that led me to thinking about letting someone fuck my ass, but I'd have to get head or ass in return or it wouldn't be worth the effort. then I started thinking I've become exactly what I didn't want to be when I first had that convo. Now I'm kinda mixed up about what I wanna do.

Thankfully I’m a bit OCD and had prepared most of the appetizers and sides Friday and burger and dogs are well....burgers and dogs. I set up pretty quickly and with about an hour until the start time I was making my signature Sangria. Nectar of the gods with a sneaky kick if you’re not ready for it. Anyway, Ben’s number shows up in my phone and I’m excited and terrified at the same time. He coming...he’s canceling....worse. He asked if he could bring a friend. A chaperone..a buffer. I’m crushed and screaming in frustration inside but manage to use my big gurl words and cheerily say “of course!”

My friends begin to arrive at the appointed time. If anyone cares, I was wearing denim overall shorts that I think do amazing things for my butt with a plain white tank top. Music, talking, laughing...etc then a knock at the door followed by Ben coming in with his friend. Flashback.....Ben is an adorable twink maybe an inch or two over my 5’6” with a hint of musculature but quite defined. I know from lastnight that his short black hair and eyebrows are the only hair he possesses. Oh, and he has a wonderful 6 inch cock that is perfect for sucking and fucking. Lol. He introduced his friend as Randy. He was similar in build to Ben but with shoulder length blondish hair in a ponytail and sweet looking brown eyes with eyelashes I’d kill for. He was a total cutie. Shy but charming at the same time.

The party went as they usually do. I flirted with Ben as I had yesterday but being a good hostess I didn’t have the chance to corner him like I did yesterday. The shocker was Randy. He managed to cop several feels on me as I was carrying trays or other items. I would put an extra swish in my walk to let him know I appreciated it. My sangria was a hit and most left feeling no pain leaving me alone with Ben and Randy and a tremendous amount of sexual tension in the air. The second time Randy had goosed me I knew I was getting fucked by someone that night so I slipped into my room and inserted one of my smaller plugs to keep me stretched just enough...

“Boys” I said, “one or both of you need to take me to my room and fuck me. Preferably both of you”. So that’s how I found myself naked in the middle of my bed with two sexy bois sucking, licking, and nibbling on my tender nipples while getting lube fingered into my ass and slowly stroked off at the same time. Ben rolls me over and slides into me slowly (thankfully because I’m still a bit sore from lastnight and this morning. COVID it’s been a while) Randy slid around and sat in front of me and I happily went to work in his dick. A bit bigger than Ben and barely within my ability to deep throat comfortably. A few minutes in that position and he switched to 69 me. Heaven! Ben is giving me long smooth strokes and rubbing my back. Randy’s mouth and tongue are everywhere. On my cock, my balls and inner thigh. Ben is speeding up and thrusting deeper I know he’s ready to cum. His cock pulsates inside me and his fingers dig deep into my hips I’m getting my third load in 2 days! A few moments later Randy succeeds in bringing me off and wanton cum whore I was that night I dove into his mouth with my tongue to share my cum. I decided to ride Randy’s cock and end up pulling it out of Bens mouth so I could sink it into my dripping hole. Dialated by My recent fuck and slick with cum and lube he slid right in consummating my first threesome. Ben put one more load of cum into my ass and I got to fuck Randy too before they had to leave.

Neither are relationship material but I’d love to have them over anytime. Sara.

All you Motherless teachers, subs or otherwise, with a taste for cheese pizza -- I confess, your numbers are dwindling:

http://www.cleveland.com/metro/index.ssf/2012/04/three_men_indicted_for_possess.html

CLEVELAND, Ohio � A trio of Cuyahoga County residents were indicted Wednesday for possessing child pornography following a collaborative investigation by law enforcement agencies and the Ohio Internet Crimes Against Children Task Force.
Indicted were Edward Marton, 25, of Independence; David Kerekes, 54, of Parma; and Jason Cardillo, 30, of Parma.
Marton, a substitute teacher in several school districts, was indicted on 68 counts of pandering sexually oriented matter involving a minor, one count of illegal use of a minor in nudity-oriented material, and one count of possessing criminal tools.
Kerekes was indicted on the same three charges, but with 140 counts. He had more than 40 child pornographic videos on six compact discs.
Cardillo had five pairs of women's undergarments in his bedroom which he claimed he took from a local laundromat. Cardillo was indicted on 10 counts of pandering sexually oriented matter involving a minor, 31 counts of illegal use of a minor in nudity-oriented material, and one count of possessing criminal tools.

Caution Sca/blood  - 

confession - I like being abused. 

wife put me in my place for 4 hours to sit in waste, and ashtray having cigarettes tamped out on my little dick head for 4 hours of constant edging, over and over again adding more piss and cigarette butts and ashes that grind my little dick. It’s hard as it’s going to get. I confess I am addicted to her abusing my dick, I can’t get enough of her pain she inflicts on it. It keeps me horny until she does it again as my sore dick wants to cum, unfortunately this time I was unable to dribble my load. I just can’t say no and she won’t stop doing it for the power she possesses over me. 

Haters can hate, it’s a great consensual kink relationship built over 30 years of trust and honesty. If nothing else appreciate that aspect where some relationships fail. 

I guess I can finally get this off my chest. My mom passed away 4 years ago and now I feel comfortable enough to tell my confession. When I was 24 I came home to visit my mom from the Navy. I came unannounced to surprise her. My mom was single and dated various men since my dad left. It just so happened she had a male guest over when I knocked on the door. She had a glass of wine in her hand and was so surprised to see me that she dropped her glass and spilled red wine on my pants. She directed me to the guest room. And I changed into some gym shorts. My.mom continued with her dinner date while I relaxed in my firner bedroom now guest room. As it turned out my mom got pretty drunk and her and her man friend went to bed. About an hour later I hear noises and I knew my mom was having sex. I crept out of. Y room and listened outsude her door. Man he was fucking her good. I listened for a good 20 mins when I heard him announce he was coming. I ran back in my room and shut my door. A little while longer I heard him leave. I lay in my bed with a masdive hard on thinking about my mom getting fucked right across the hall from me. I began to masturbate and I dont know what possessed me but I started moaning oh mom oh yeah and then I heard her knock and ooen the door. She walked in and walked over to my bed. I could tell she was a bit drunk as she couldnt walk straight. As she walked to my bed I could see her nipples poking out the thin nightshirt. I moved over and she sat on the bed. She said she was sorry that she didnt socoalize with me much but she had planned this date for a while. Rick was married but still meeting woman on the side. . And my mom wanted some adult fun. Who was I to interfere? My mom told me how she missed me being away and missed our long talks. She asked if she could scoot under the blanket and I saide ok. As she did her nightshirt slid up exposing her beutiful upper thigh. Thats when I remembered I had removed my shorts and was naked under the blanket. Now what? We lay there talking an finally me and mom drifted off to sleep. I woke up and I found my mom pressed up against me as we were spooned together. I felt her push back and wiggle he ass into my cock that was quickly coming back to life. As she pushed nack my cock slid in between her legs. I felt her hand touch my cock and guide it to her pussy. I pushed forward and felt my cock enter my mom. My mom started mianing and pushing back and forth moving my cock deeper into her shaved pussy. I couldnt believe I was fucking my mom. Then she whispered oh yes fuck me baby fuck me Rick. What? Omg she is thinking Im Rick her date. I began to fuck her. Slow then faster. I couldnt last muchonger when she said cum in me baby. And I shot a huge load of cum inside her. I fell off to.the side . And fell asleep. I woke later the next morning and my mom was gone. I got up and walked to the kitchen. There was a note sorry honey I had to run to the office. Didnt want to wake you. See you larer. Love Mom.. I was so scared as to how our talk would go later that night. To my surprise nothing was ever said about the night before.

Years ago, I met someone on motherless and used to talk to him on Skype a lot. We became friends but he'd say things like "eventually you're going to get a boyfriend and stop talking to me" and I'd assure him that wouldn't happen. Love and behold, I got a boyfriend, and he was a nightmare. Very possessive, very controlling, outright abusive really. He told me to delete my Skype account and I did. I got out of that wreck of a relationship, but I still think about that guy sometimes and feel guilty. Now I can't remember his username or actual name, just that he was a young adult Australian, very sweet guy. If you happen to be reading this, I'm sorry that you were right, and I hope you're doing well.

i confess that i wanna teach everyone here on ML.com

the proper use of grammar

your vs you're

YOUR (IE: YOUR SHOES, YOUR PORN, YOUR DRUGS)
YOU'RE (YOU'RE = YOU ARE - YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE IF YOU DON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOUR AND YOU'RE)

their, there, and they're

(Many people are so spooked by apostrophes that a word like �they�re� seems to them as if it might mean almost anything. In fact, it�s always a contraction of �they are.� If you�ve written �they�re,� ask yourself whether you can substitute �they are.� If not, you�ve made a mistake. �Their� is a possessive pronoun like �her� or �our� �They eat their hotdogs with sauerkraut.�

Everything else is �there.� �There goes the ball, out of the park! See it? Right there! There aren�t very many home runs like that.� �Thier� is a common misspelling, but you can avoid it by remembering that �they� and �their� begin with the same three letters. Another hint: �there� has �here� buried inside it to remind you it refers to place, while �their� has �heir� buried in it to remind you that it has to do with possession.)

I confess Sara woke me up...

A story of Sara’s latest betrayal….

Sara and I had discussed and talked through her recent run in with Nick and Josh. She explained the situation and she begged me not to take it further into the land of accusations and indictments and so forth.

For about 2 weeks after our talk things were great. Sara was cheery and happy and loving me all the time. She stayed with me quite often and I loved having her around.

Usually I had class or work early in the morning, so I would get up and get ready and Sara and I would meet back home later in the afternoon. Well, on Saturday morning, I had the day free..

I woke up to some shuffling. Sara was not next to me, I figured she was eating breakfast as per usual. I open my bedroom door and was blasted with familiar sounds.

I heard what sounded like skin contacting skin with rapid succession, like a bunch of slaps to the face in a row. I walked out around the corner of the hallway and saw the source of the sound..

Sara was getting railed, by Josh, in doggie style on the couch. It was 10 in the morning!! She knew I was home, so I was floored as to why she would be so blunt with her cheating!

They had not seen me, as the hallway is behind the couch. I could see her lovely curved ass being shook with every thrust from Josh. He was really giving it to her and she was really loving it.

“Oh fuck Josh. That feels soooo good. Keep fucking me hard!” she moaned out loud.

He kept his vigorous pace going as his left hand forced her hips back on his dick, and his right hand felt up her plump tits. I could not even pretend to be unconditioned to the sight I was witnessing. I started to play with myself through my boxers. I was immediately hard.

Sara was now turned around slurping up every inch of Josh’s cock. I had the perfect view of her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked his dick down her throat. I loved watching her give head. She got so into it, it made for great blowjobs. I could tell he felt the same way. She was really putting it on him. She had her hand stroking his shaft and rubbing his balls while she sucked back and forth as deep as she could go. His dick was of considerable size, so she was having a fun time trying to get all the way down. He was in ecstasy.

I came for the first time. My hot cum shot into my boxers and left a stain that grew with each wave of pleasure, I was still hard. Right after I had cum, I heard Josh moan and tense up as he came deep into Sara’s mouth. She swallowed every drop.

As soon as he was finished, she shoved him down on the couch and straddled him, rubbed her boobs in his face and sat down on his dick. I could no longer see her pussy or ass from my peek-around-the-corner vantage point, but I could see her perfect tits and her face. She was in heaven. I could peek around, but was scared she might see me. However, she had to know I was home, so did she want to see me, or me to see her? I pondered.

She moaned loud as she bounced on his large cock. She started to flip her head back and forth more as he sucked on her nipples while his dick penetrated her soaking wet pussy. I got too far out into the living room, anxious to see the action, and she caught me. We made eye contact and she smiled. My dick was as hard as it had ever been.

“Oh my god your cock is so big Josh. Fill me up babe.” She smirked as she said and looked at me. She bit her bottom lip while his cock plunged deep into her warm slit. “Fuck Josh, harder. I love getting fucked like I’m YOUR slut.” She added emphasis to the fact that she was HIS sexual possession.

Our eye contact never broke while I stroked myself and she rode Josh’s large cock. Josh must’ve been too enamored with her tits to notice her looking at me, but who could blame him. I could hear him smack her ass hard, she moaned and looked at me with pleasure. He smacked again and she moaned louder. Her eyes were on fire with passion and lust. I was so turned on and she could tell.

He was fucking her tremendously hard now. She broke eye contact and was screaming out in pleasure. “Oh shit Josh, oh my god, I’m going to cum. Fuck. OH FUCK, I’m cumming!!” She was yelling out his name with her orgasm. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into her chest, he grabbed both of her shoulders to finish his deed.

“Fuck you little slut, I’m going to cum.”

“Cum inside my pussy babe. Make me your little whore.”

I shot a fresh load at the sound of those words and heard him grunt as he tensed up. She moaned with every push of cum that entered her dripping wet pussy from his enormous cock. She was still in her orgasm as he filled her sweet pussy up with his cum.

She pulled him up and dropped to her knees as she sucked her juices and his cum off of his big cock. She turned his hips to the right, and I had the perfect view of her gorgeous lips wrapping around the large shaft of his dick. She winked.

I left them involved in their oral activities in the living room and went back to my bedroom. I was rock hard again and waiting for Sara to come to the room. I left my door cracked and I could hear the living room door open and close. I waited a minute for Sara to walk in, but she never did, I kept waiting…

so. here i am, clicking a bunch of photos and blah blah blah. then. all of a sudden. this photo appears. i have been struck dumb speechless swoon in confuckulation for the last 10 minutes. this chick is.... just... the epitome of... well. if there were words, i guess i would use them... but... folks. i am in f''n love. don't get any ideas, okay. she is obviously spoken for. as for me, i am speechless, without words, and will forever, in about 5 minutes, probably forget she exists. until, maybe, some other time... and.... ... wow. thank you, anonymous uploader. if, by some surreal chance, there are more photos of this amazing woman and by happenstance the person or people who know where they are located or have them in their possession..... you know... well..... dear jesus give the f'n sauce. ty :)

that video where a bound slut being fucked with a giant black fucking-machine and like has her legs tied up and idk sh looks possessed and rambles like those retarded god people

Viewing child porn in New York is legal:

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S.P.I.R.I.T. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Interactive Tradition
SPIRIT is a genre of heterosexual erotica involving dominant whites exercising their social southern tradition of sexual rights over respectfully submissive blacks who are willing servants, not slaves, and always answer their dominators with "Sir" or "Ma'am", but never "Master".
Although the terms nigger, niggerbull, boy, niggerlupa, bitch, girl, whore, are accepted as standard designations, domination never involves humiliation or physical abuse (such as gagging, slapping, choking, suffocating, spitting, cumming anywhere outside of a woman, pussy/ass to mouth, homosexual acts, etc.) as the niggers are always treated as valued breeding stock and pets. Complete submission is always achieved upon the firm gentile grip of a white person's hand upon a nigger's genitals and then upon the nigger's head exhibiting the social authority of white power as the nigger goes down to their knees to give head in the sacred act of nigger communion.
The practice of albadominus (white sexual dominance) is enabled by the lifestyle of nigerservus (black sexual service) in which blacks accept their social purpose of sexual subservience to be the natural result of ancestral breeding on the southern plantations. As the careful breeding of enslaved black women had produced black bitches who could not resist white cock, so too had such breeding inadvertently produced niggerbulls aroused by the sight of the plantation pairing with their nigger wives while never being able to resist the lure of a white cunt. As the genetic disposition of the black bitch predisposes her to sexually seek the personal comfort of the social protection and provision that can only be provided by a white man (socially referred to as white power), the black bitch always experiences powerful orgasms from the idealistic fantasy of being safely owned by a white man along with the actual sense of complete security that she can only experience from having the white man's cock deep inside her. Likewise, as the genetic disposition of the niggerbull predisposes him to be a committed servant and protector of the white woman, nothing arouses the niggerbull more than feeding at the white cunt of life before devoutly offering his massive load of niggerseed at the pleasure of the dominant white woman.

S.P.I.R.A.L. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Antebellum Lifestyle
SPIRAL is a sub-genre of SPIRIT pertaining to niggers who choose to give up their jobs and possessions to go live naked (though not barefoot) on southern plantations where they are taken care of as breeding stock.
Divided into house niggers and field niggers, house niggers live in the big house and perform casual housework tasks in addition to their sexual obligations while field niggers live in the stables and perform casual gardening tasks in addition to their sexual obligations. SPIRAL also takes place away from the plantations in the urban centers where single niggers and nigger couples live with their white homeowners. SPIRAL ultimately occurs in secret, off of the road, niggertowns, where every household has niggers who regularly walk about the town naked and where niggerbreeding is at the foundation of the local economy.

S.P.A.M.M. - Swirl Pearls And Mature Mandingos
SPAMM is the SPIRIT sub-genre of spoiled, interracial desiring (swirl), petite teen white girls (pearls), sexually dominating mature Mandingos (M&Ms) whose duty to them is to protect and serve them addressing them as princesses.
Any conceptions to occur results in the pearls deciding the fates of the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

P B & J - Polar Bears & Jungle Bunnies
PB&J is the sub-genre of SPIRIT erotica pertaining to stout mature white men (polar bears) sexually dominating and breeding willing younger black women (jungle bunnies) usually with both of them in their socks and t-shirts in front of the jungle bunnies' nigger husbands.
Jungle bunnies always have un-straitened hair and hair surrounding their vaginas and refer to their first polar bear as 'Sire' as he will always retain primary sexual rights to her and will present her with a collar that she will always proudly wear in acknowledgement of his rights over her.
When a sexually active black woman is taken by a white man for the very first time, the event is referred to as being an A.R. or Antebellum Reunion in which the black woman is said to have been 'restored' to her proper place and function.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the bear and the bunny. This modernized honored southern tradition is known as niggerbreeding and allows the polar bear to form partnerships with several jungle bunnies to provide an adequate source of income on the black market for both himself and their families who acknowledge his white seed and white power as making him their household's primary income provider as well as the actual man of the house.

B.A.J. - Buckras And Jungle Bunnies
The BAJ SPIRIT sub-genre celebrates the coming of age tradition of virgin teen white boys (buckras) encouraged by their fathers to sexually dominate and breed a grown jungle bunny in front of her nigger husband to earn the badge of white manhood for which it is always a great honor for the jungle bunny to have been utilized in enabling a white boy to become a white man.
On very rare occasions, a buckra may actually meet the challenge of earning his badge of white manhood through a disrespectful black woman with whom he will seduce into submission to having an A.R. to teach her proper respect and restore her to her proper place and function in front of her nigger husband (if she's married). On such rare occasions, the restored niggress will usually become the devoted black bitch of the young buckra who thereby becomes her sire.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the buckra and the bunny unless the bunny is a restored married niggress who enthusiastically accepts the honor of baring and raising her young sire's child.

Avrila
The Avrila is the SPIRIT sub-genre celebrating the coming of age tradition of teen black girls who are presented by their mothers for deflowering by polar bears to officially become proud black bitches.
If the mother is without a polar bear to call upon, when time and finances allow, the mothers will coach their daughters while they're vacationing out of town at a motel or hotel on how to present themselves to an available white man for deflowering.
Any conceptions to occur results in the black bitches keeping their babies with no involvement from the fathers unless the black bitch is fortunate enough to become the personal breeding bitch of her deflowerer who then becomes her sire.

Real Queens of Spades
The sub-genre of SPIRIT for Real Queens of Spades refers to established white women known as either queens or albadoms sexually dominating niggerbulls for pleasure and occasional breeding.
The symbol of the queens is a crown atop of a spade bearing the emblem of a 'Q' and usually displayed at the center of a Confederate flag.
Niggerbulls often serve as butlers wearing bowties, tight t-shirts, and footwear, at albadom functions casually providing them with head upon demand. The niggerbulls are usually trained in the service of the Daughters of Freya, a religious fertility cult of white women devoted to the goddess Freya by maintaining stables of devout niggerbulls trained to worship white women as goddesses for sexual pleasure and breeding and holding every act of giving or receiving head from the white goddesses as being the giving of a blessing. Other niggerbulls are trained by albadoms; independent white women who train niggers from off of the streets to become devoted niggerbulls.
Any conceptions to occur from breeding results in the queens keeping the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

This is my confession/story of what my life is like struggling with the demon that lies within me. I apologize in advance for the length of the confession/story but I feel I need to get so much of this out and off my chest. I understand that some might be disgusted with this story and my actions, but do know that we all have demons of some sort within us and you can judge me or whatever you want. This is who I am and there is nothing I can do to change that fact.

On the outside I look like I am living the perfect American dream life. I'm in my late 30s, a former jock athlete, happily married to the cute, fit, blonde former college cheerleader who still likes to fuck like its going out of style. Three happy and healthy kids. A great house in the nicest of suburbs my city has to offer (that also comes with a big mortgage, but I digress). A very successful career and all the spoils that come with that including a decent income and reasonable wealth. Lots of friends and weekends spent going to my kids games and recitals, and nights BBQ'ing and drinking with neighbors. Basically the envy of many men and what should be the charmed life.

But there is something that has always been inside me that is missing with that perfect life. It is a demon that needs to be satisfied otherwise it takes over my existence. It doesn't just spring up out of nowhere and grab me. No, it builds over time slowly, sometimes months or a year, with little hints or actions that make me slightly aware that it is still there and there is nothing I can do but give it what it wants. That is the only way to come back down to earth and "normalcy".

The day that the demon decides is the day to force me into action would seem like any other to those around me. I sit in meetings or on calls outwardly actively engaged in what is going on, but my head is somewhere else flooded with thoughts of what is to come by days end. As my afternoon drags on, I start to put the demon's plan into motion. My cock is already rock hard under my desk as the anticipation builds. I call my wife and tell her that a big crisis has come up at work and don't expect me home in time for dinner or even maybe before she goes to bed. She would never suspect a thing as I am a high ranking corporate officer who often needs to work late or weekends. I would never stray from our vows as I am the perfect husband who is sexually satisfied at home...or am I, I really don't know?

6 o'clock rolls around and I wait for everyone else to one-by-one depart the office for the day. After seemingly all have left, I grab the nondescript gym bag that is in the corner coat locker of my office. While anyone else would assume it just contains my gym clothes, the reality is it contains the tools that the demon knows I will need to satisfy his lust. I take my bag and walk to the elevator and down to the lobby. Once in the lobby I bypass the elevators to the garage where my car sits waiting to return me to my suburban dream life, and walk straight out the front doors of my building. I turn left and walk the 2 blocks to the subway station. Instead of getting on the train that could also return me to the suburban utopia with the rest of the suited masses, I instead get on the line that takes me to a part of town that couldn't be more different than my home.

I exit the subway and night has already fallen. The sounds of the city are all around me, but I hear nothing. I have become more like a zombie possessed and oblivious to the outside world. The police and fire sirens and calls of beggars asking for change pass by my ears as if they didn't exist and I head straight to where I need to be. I turn the corner into the side alleyway and there is it, the large, black, heavy, metal door in an unmarked building is all that stands between me and the relief from the demon that I so desperately need. I ring the buzzer and and hear the familiar click that unlocks the door and allows my entry into my sanctuary.

Upon entering, I am now in the sterile 6x6 room with another door straight ahead and a bulletproof looking glass window to my left. Behind it sits a man smoking a cigarette and looking like he'd rather be any place but here. I slide a $20 bill into the little revolving door in the window, looking past the man at the assortment of items for sale on the shelves behind him. On the ledge to my right is a big cardboard box full of condoms under a sign that says to be safe and and take as many as you need. No worries I say to myself, my bag contains all of what the demon needs. The man puts a plain white towel and a locker key into the revolving door and spins it around in my direction. I grab them hurriedly and move towards the second door which again unlocks with that familiar click as I push my way through.

Now inside the inner sanctum of the demon, I enter into the locker room. Several others are milling around and faint grunts and noise can be heard in the distance. I find my assigned locker and open it up. I disrobe from the constraints of my corporate attire and wrap the towel that barely reaches all the way around my muscular build around my waist. I open my gym bag and pull out my old gym flip flops and the smaller toiletry bag that contains my tools...a bottle of Wet lube and various condoms including several magnums just in case. I slide the flops on my feet, close and lock my locker, place the key in my small little toiletry bag and head to the shower room a few feet away.

I enter the showers and there are a few men in there. It seems as though all eyes are on my as I walked up to a showerhead. I place my bag and towel on the hook and turn on the water feeling a rush of heat pour over my body. In the corner a man is leaning against the wall while another man is on his knees servicing his cock. Another guy is standing under his showerhead stroking as he watches. I hit the lever on the soap dispenser and begin to soap up my body, paying particular attention to my cock and asshole. I turn and see two other guys embracing, stroking each other and passionately kissing as one looks over constantly at me. I begin to stroke myself as well as my cock has risen to a mild erection as my other soap covered hand teases and pokes my asshole. Another man enters and takes the showerhead next to me and gives a nod to gauge my interest, but not yet, not the right guy just yet. I turn off my water and pat myself dry with my towel before slinging it over my shoulder, grab my bag and exiting the showers.I walk out the side door of the locker room into a hallway. Again multiple men are mulling around whether naked or with towels around them. As I walk some reach out as if trying to grab my semi-rigid cock, but I keep moving to the big glass door on my right and enter the large steam room. Words are rarely spoken to each other, it is purely signals and actions.

The steam room is like an moving mess of body parts. Men are fucking and sucking in group play that is hard to even describe. There is one handsome younger twink who is on his hands and knees getting fucked from behind while sucking on a large bear's cock. The twink is just the look that the demon likes but he is otherwise occupied. The mass of fucking and sucking is enough to rise my cock to full attention but the steam room is not where the demon wants to be satisfied. I stand in the corner for a minute and stroke myself before heading back out into the hallway. The dimness of the light really only allows for you to see more shapes and figures, not the details of the person you are passing. I continue down the hallway and the sound of the bass pumping music gets louder. Me personally in my everyday life couldn't stand this type of music, but the demon inside me loves it and sort of sways to the beat. As I turn the corner at the end of the hall I enter a maze of small rooms with sterile cots, some of the doors are closed and some with them open where single men wait for their next lover to arrive in various states of pose. Some on their knees, others standing and more lying or sitting on the cots. Some rooms already contain two or more men in a wanton state of lust, sucking and fucking every which way possible. While I get nods and signals from several of the men, I decide to push further and find an empty room to set up shop, which I finally do find a few more doors down.

I enter the room and hang my towel on the wall hook. I place my bag of tools next to the cot and take my position on my knees. Within seconds a man who I would say is about my age is standing at my door. I am not picky for my first cock and I motion for him to enter as he quickly does. Nothing is said as he drops his towel and I reach up grabbing his cock in my hand. I slowly stroke him and then pull him closer and begin to lick his nice mushroom tip. I lick the underside of his cock and then dive right in taking him fully in my mouth. I suck furiously for about 2 minutes before he tenses up and I pull his cock out as he shoots his load all over my chest and the floor. He picks up his towel and turns and walks out.

The demon feels slightly better after being doused with some hot cum, but is nowhere near being satisfied. I sit on the edge of the cot and wait for the next man to catch my interest to look inside my room. As I lean back against the wall and stroke my throbbing cock, several more men stand at the doorway, but I turn my gaze away as none interest me much. Those with the proper etiquette know to then walk on to somewhere else. FInally a younger man, not really a twink, but more a jock like myself in my early twenties stops at my door. I smile and he smiles back and I motion with my head for him to come inside. He sits next to me on the cot and reaches over to grab my cock. I return the favor and grab his nice sized, not to big but just big enough, cock. We stroke each other and begin to kiss. My other hand caresses his nicely built chest. After another few minutes, he pushes me back to laying on the cot and moves his mouth to my hard dick. He begins to suck me off nice and slow, as if he was savoring every little bit of me. It feels so good but I know I need to hold out from cumming or the demon will punish me for sure. He lifts my balls and I instinctively push my ass out and bring my legs up towards my chest. He begins to lick and tongue my asshole, swirling his tongue around before plunging it inside of me then back out again, repeating for quite a while all while slowly stroking my cock with his hand. He moved back to licking the underside of my dick and slowly started pushing his fingers inside me, first one, then two and eventually three. It felt so good to feel that feeling again.I pulled him up to me and raised him to his knees sitting above his chest and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on his cock for a few minutes before pulling his head down towards me, kissing him and then saying into his ear that I need him inside me now. He nods in agreement and I reach down and grabbed a condom and rolled it out onto his dick. I grabbed some of my lube and drizzled it onto his cock and then squeezed a little into his hand which he instantly reached back and rubbed on my asshole and pushed inside with his fingers. He slid back down my body and pushed my legs back towards my chest and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into me. That initial feeling of pressure and a little pain quickly subsided as my willing hole opened up and took him into me.

He continued to pump himself into me for a few minutes as we took turns stroking my cock. It was just then that I caught the gaze of someone at the doorway and realized it was the young twink from the steam earlier. I smiled at him and ran my hands up and down my current lovers chest to then get his attention and gauge whether he was willing to have someone else join us. He shook his head yes and we both in unison motioned with our nods for the youthful guy to enter. He came over and right away kneeled on the ground next to the cot and took my cock in his mouth. I pulled at him to indicate he should get on the cot and in a 69 position with me. He quickly jumped up and straddled my face and went back to servicing my cock as the other guy continued to fuck my asshole. I lapped at his asshole for a minute doing my best to strain my neck and rim him well then he lifted his ass up higher and his cock popped right into my mouth. We sucked each other off briefly but my straining cock was dying to be inside his young twink ass. I pulled at him to grab his attention and mouthed "I want to be in you" which he nodded in agreement. I reached down and grabbed a condom as he dismounted our 69 position and he turned around to sit on my stomach. We rolled the condom on me and then lubed up my cock and his ass. He then grabbed my cock and slid it with ease into his willing hole probably so easily from being loosened up from the pounding he took in the steam room. The three of us fucked in unison while I stroked the young twinks cock. I think with this action we all knew we would last much longer so we really picked up the pace. I started to feel a swelling in my ass and knew that my first lover was ready to blow. He continue to fuck and I saw him arching back with his eyes closed then felt one last deep push and he filled his condom up with his cum deep inside my hole. This was all I needed to finally release and I shot my load inside of my newest lover in an intense orgasm like I can't even describe. Finally the young twink shot his load, albeit not a huge load, all over my chest. The first guy pulled out of me, grabbed his towel and quickly left the room. The second guy sat on my cock still grinding a little as if to get every last drop out of me.I rubbed his cum into my chest and also rubbed his chest. He leaned down and gave me a little peck, then got up and walked out.

Right then I felt a wave of relief wash over my body. I knew the demon had been satisfied. I grabbed my towel and my small bag and headed rapidly back to the locker room, not making eye contact with any of the shadowy figures along the way. I washed off in the showers paying no mind to the men engaged in various activities around me. I went to my locker, reapplied my corporate wear making myself look just as I had when I walked in. I put my towel in the trash can near the exit of the locker room, walked toward the front entrance room and through the inner door, then dropped my locker key into the slot in the window and exited to the outside world through the heavy metal door to return to my regular life. A feeling of disgust and guilt came over me. Every time I leave I say to myself that maybe this will be the last time, but I know deep down inside, that demon is just laying dormant, waiting for his chance and maybe next month or next year he is going to show himself again and I will need to answer his call. We can try to fight our demons but all too often it is a fight you cannot win.

I wish my husband would share me. 

Don't get me wrong. I love how possessive he is and how he wants to be the only man to touch me.  He treats me like a princess.

But part of me wishes he would treat me like the worthless whore I am. Let his friends abuse me, make me crawl around like a little bitch and service them. Have them stick objects in my holes, call me names, slap me around. I even fantasize about him trading my body for things like drugs.

I love him and I love how he treats me. I feel like a sicko for even getting turned on by the thought of being a communal cumdump. I just can't get it out of my head. 

People who’ve done a MMF gangbang, or swing how do you get past the “My wife/gf belongs to me only” mentality to go through with it.

I feel like I could enjoy having my wife roughly fucked by me and someone or having some fun with our coupled friends. But then I gotta live with it and push myself to want to still be affectionate knowing someone else was in her holes or
see my buddy who fucked her.

I really just don’t get how some of you can so casually invite a friend over for drinks and throatfucking your wives. Maybe I’m just possessive 😂😂😂

I hope that some where a huge hairy man is jerking his giant cock. While starting at my tiny penis. That's it daddy fuck my tight man pussy. You are a awesome husband. I'll be your slut wife. I want you to be jealous and possessive.  Controlling  me in every way. I love you daddy. Make love to me. I want to be your faggot whore. Let me fuck your brains out. Make my ass bleed. No condoms. 

Odd conversation with a female coworker after hours at the bar. Somehow we got on the subject of Easter, and how it's Christians plastering over Pagans. That in turn led to conversations about how Pagans celebrated by having orgies. One of the theories was that so much pheromones were released that anyone present would have a religious experience.

Anyhow a couple months later we end up at a work conference. After work hours we have drinks, same conversation creeps up. As a joke on my personal phone I bring up the closest swing club... they have orgies on Saturdays. It's Friday night. She says we should go. For a guy to go is expensive. Ladies are free. Couples were like $40. She hands me a $20, says she's in tomorrow night, meet at the hotel bar.

Saturday night I assume she forgot, she bluffed etc...nope. So we drive down. She's not even nervous. We do the couple thing, take the tour, catered meal, football game on. I'm still shocked she's there. Around 10pm we head outside, see the stars, walk the grounds (huge property like golf course size). We actually heard it before we saw it. 30+ people, all races, all ages, all sizes, going at it as multiple groups. No warning, no sign, no hey you're gonna have this seared in your mind... just BAM... naked random sex and not all of it pretty. She smiles. I smile. It's awkward but we don't want to laugh and offend anyone. We pick a hill out of earshot and just watch, place really felt like a golf course. There's whispered jokes about 3 and 4 and where everything is going. It's like a running football commentary but we're downwind and whispering, so they won't hear it. I ask about the pheromones. She's giggling, somewhat turned on, giddy really. Before I know it my pants are unzipped and her hand is down there.

It's weird. It's unexpected. I just sort of went with it. Hands followed by lips followed by the amazing feeling of her mouth sliding down my cock. She worked me hard for a good 15 minutes. I gently reached down, panties were soaked. Gentle teases with my fingers and she's moaning on my cock. Her moans are joined by others in the group. Clearly we've tapped into a collective energy. See it, hear it, feel it, pure sensory overload. I easily pushed her over the edge and she wet herself. She worked twice as hard, popped off begging for a mouthful, and when my willpower vanished I filled her throat. 5 very full, very long bursts. To her credit she swallowed it.

That's when we noticed the other 4 couples slightly behind us. All of them clearly celebrating in their own way. That led to invites to help others hit their mark. Fingers, hands, mouths It was crazy. Coworker and another woman both took guys from behind. I'm there like a Christmas angel at the top as they alternate between hands, tongues, and mouths. Sec time I only manage 3 bursts, shorter, but more intense. A third woman puts her massive breasts to my lips as her stud pounds her relentlessly. I'm licking rock hard nipples, someone else is teasing me even though I'm spent and this woman is seriously losing it. I slide to the left and my coworker opens her legs and just buries the woman's face in her snatch. Loud muffled moans followed by my coworker moaning even louder. Two guys each get their cocks in the woman's hand. Two more get in my co-workers hands. I narrowly avoided a sword fight as she arches back and throats me in reverse.

What a view. 2cocks about to explode in her hands. Two cocks about to explode in the other woman's hands. Stud still pounding her relentlessly forcing her to each my coworker. I lost it. No shit I've never gone 3 times in an hour but fuck did I ever go. I fucked her throat just as hard until I went, she went, other woman went, 2 cocks exploded on my co-workers tits. Two more exploded near her legs and on the other woman's face, hair, and back. The stud clearly blew a deep one. I'm pretty sure that woman wasn't getting up right away. Some of the other women had been kissing their partners backs or helped jerk them. Some were with other groups. It took a minute to realize the orgy we'd previously watched was now our audience.

There's this odd feeling of exhausted religious euphoria. My coworker needed a shower (she took one at the club). We cleaned up, dressed, ate (fucking starved after that) and left. In the car I found out the other guy hadn't fucked her, just fingered the crap out of her. She didn't trust anyone so it was all oral and fingers. She tells me this as she asked me to pull over. Car off, seat back, she rode me like a woman possessed. Holy shit, 4th and final explosion, real deep, made her physically tremble as she started sobbing.

We spent the night at the hotel, flew home to our spouses Sunday. Boy Monday was interesting!

To be clear this isn't a story. Not sure how I feel about it but I'm not saying a thing to my wife about it. I am getting tested Tuesday. Everything I've read says my chances of STD are low... except for that last nut... so we'll see. Bright side I'm snipped, so no unexpected baby!

Greetings Fellow Sexual Aficionados,

I am Oliver Twain. I come forth here today with an introduction of myself, as well as a request that will hopefully benefit every one of you today and forevermore. The request I bring forth to you all is a simple one that is open to everyone: Give me a topic or a short description of a fantasy situation of yours that you would like turned into an actual story with plot, characters, and steamy situations. I will do everything in my possession to produce the stories that will bring you the most pleasure. Therefore, I call upon every one of you to allow me to make your fantasies a descriptive reality. The only limitation is your imagination.

Sincerely Yours,

Mr. Oliver Twain

I confess I took off work early so I can go home and do a fat blast and turn into a dirty come dump s***. I love to have my little sissy ass holes stretched opens. I want some real cock so bad I will worship it I will make it my most prized possession I would love to get g********* by Several Hard Cox all at once. I just want to be a dirty hore forever. To get all dressed up real s***** to swallow nut load after load after load

I was dating a married woman,super beautiful,and i even got to live almost a year with her and her 2 little girls.
I raised the baby as mine as much i could,but she went back to her husband.
We restarted a long distance relationship and seen each other when her husband was away.
We had the most amazing sex and sometimes nice conversations on the phone.
But recently things changed when she told me what her expectations were about our future,i had to admit that i am not sure i could reach that high.
So i picked a fight recently doing something that she totally hates,witch is being over possessive and controlling,she always told me that she runs away from that.
And she did,cut off the phone and deleted her email.
I do miss her but i also feel this estrange feeling of freedom,no more jealousy,no more always depending if she calls or not,so i kinda feel good about it,but i think distant relationship takes a huge toll in your life....very peaceful with pain. ...just Strange to feel them both stitched together.

When I was 21, a beautiful as buxom 32 year old British woman (Kate) caught my eye, so I hit on her; that one thing lead to another and soon found myself in a relationship. I introduced her to my parents over a family gathering about four months in and couldn't help but notice how my father checked her out more than once, so I decided to arrange circumstance the following week for him to be propitiously alone with her at our place. Being intentionally absent when he came by to help me install a new washing machine, I left an audio recording device to monitor the interaction with such excuse that my co-worker’s daughter needed to be picked up from dance practice without notice because the family vehicle had had a break down. I returned after about 30 or so minutes and installed the machine with my father who had been waiting and visited with my girlfriend. I later reviewed the audio and was surprised to hear that my father had flirted with her and her likewise him in ways less than subtle.Naturally, I felt bettayed and furiously contemplated the best course of action to suddenly realize only one thing would pacify my rage:My mother married my father the year of ‘98 (before Y2K) and was her senior by four years. She, then 23 (now 42), lovely as a brunette rose in spring blossom had long straight hair with medium C cup breasts, alluring hips with luscious lips, perfect legs and ass all day gave me fits in adolescent puberty; that friends always commented through highschool, and I did much fantasize her figure's endowment for my own liberty to possess as so desire exercise with guilt replaced now by only pure ambition; that is, such calid state on which Rome was built the monarch does reign in name and warrior legends through fame do much attain.I hit the gym for three and a half months using steroids, then surprised my mother after I had gained 35 pounds of muscle. I wore a 15 thousand dollar suit just for the occasion, changed into gym shorts, being shirtless, escorted her to a thousand dollar a night hotel room, then proceeded to play the audio recording after delaying her query why I had brought her there. When finished, she speechless, I took the lead, expressing what she inherently knew to be truth (but not verbatim):Such demonstration is act of betrayal against us both (wife and son), and though adultery did not yet occur, it clearly would upon opportunity of continued circumstance and priming; that he had betrayed us both in his heart and such is all that matters. After this, I then told that I had a confession, expressing my lust for her through adolescence and that of my friends only made it worse because I, as others, knew she was beautiful, ravishing, gorgeous, lovely; perfect, ideal, impeccable, flawless, unequalled, as the general rule, and to greatest extent. I said: nearly all men, being human animals, regardless of cultural constructions or social conditioning, subject to the human condition and corporeal stimulus of the flesh, would feel the same, though her other son may not have the courage to admit it, feels/felt likewise. It was not about who she was but what she was: beautiful beyond all belief and that I loved her; that, even thus, I never betrayed my father to act on such; but now, I, being a man, did want redemption. I told her that I would never give up on this endeavor, nor as long as I live, and that she may never play this down and should reasonably want the same because he did such first to us as most unwarranted. I informed that I waited and bulked up because she deserves the most and greatest version of any man, always. I promised her that I would surpass him here and now and then she could be happy because opportunity for whatever or whoever she wanted I would grant her if she only but provided me this. I had sex with her for eight hours and fucked her in every way and crevice so as to leave no avenue or position untried, and when we finished, I convinced her to stay with my father as keep this secret because it's more satisfying that way, continuing to screw and facialize her with my semen even today (over 100 times a year). I then found formadible prospects to challenge my dominance and watch for hours other men pound her only to join in double penetration, then taking turns (with the exception that only I bust on her breasts and no one else); but most of all, I enjoy as prefer watching her get fucked with facials by other men my father's age. If only dad knew: I am her King until death due us part. My mother loves me most of all, but I mostly watch her being fucked until she cums and squirts a storm.

What kind of SICK people gets off looking at people DYING, people already DEAD, girls getting raped, beaten up, mutilated and such similar horrid material?

I live in Sweden, where we always have been quite liberal. But possessing such sick, demented material should be punished with severe jailtime!!! Maybe for life, because society is tired of abuse, rape and murders already. I could hope what would happen to you people uploading it, but I will not say it outloud...

This despecable member�s galleries is cluttered with death, sliced up women and...fuck I can't even say it:

http://mlos.pika777.eu.org/u/shooteratu

PLEASE: REPORT HIM, AND OTHERS UPLOADING SUCH MATERIAL:

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Jill was 42 then and stunningly attractive. She's 5'6" and weighs about 120 lbs. She's the mother of two grown children and seems to have retained, if not improved the figure of her youth. I've always considered her best feature to be her beautiful legs but she also sports a magnificent pair of 38 D's with large areolas and large succulent nipples. She has always been proud of her figure and has made a habit of tastefully showing it off. The sight of her long tan legs in a short skirt topped by those bountiful bouncing boobs is nothing less that salacious. She still turns heads wherever she goes. Men hit on her all the time and she is always flattered and gracious, even in response to the crudest approach.

On the big day, a Saturday, she went to the grocery store right after lunch to pick up a few things for the weekend. Her husband was out of town on business but she expected him home Sunday evening. She was wearing a short pleated skirt that fell about six inches above the knee, garter and hose, high black heels, and a tight stretch top without a bra. I should stress here that despite my description of her appearance she has the class and beauty to dress this way and still not look the slightest bit slutty. I can assure you that she was arousing plenty of attention, but most of her admirers took nothing more than a discreet look. One was a little bolder. Jill realized that a young Hispanic man was discretely following her around the store and she decided to have a little fun with him. When she caught him looking out of the corner of her eye she'd make a point of bending over a display case, and once, when he was behind her, she dropped something on the floor and bent over from the waist granting him, no doubt, a pretty good view of her stocking tops and garter.

He kept his distance in the store but caught up to her in the parking lot. She was not frightened because guys have hit on her frequently throughout her marriage and all of them had accepted her polite rejections. The young man introduced himself as Rudy and complimented her effusively on her appearance. Jill was flattered as usual, and as usual polite. He helped her with her groceries and asked her if she would go out with him and she responded that she might have taken him up on his offer if she wasn't happily married, but her husband frowned on her dating other men. He couldn't be brushed off so easily though, and assured her that her husband need not know. She again politely declined his offer and he seemed to accept his defeat graciously.

Jill had no idea that Rudy had followed her home from the parking lot until he walked into her garage while she was unloading groceries. He had parked his car around the block out of sight. Startled, she calmly asked him what he was doing there and told him he had to leave. She didn't get scared until he pushed the button to close the garage door and pulled out a knife.

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This chick DEFINITELY noticed her dirty panty missing🤣 she was just moving into her new apartment, cute college freshman, had her laundry hamper right next to her entrance door. This panty and a bra were at the very top of the basket, super obvious but I couldn’t help myself but to take it anyway when she was out of sight. She threw a blanket over her laundry hamper few minutes after it was already in my possession lol. Check her out on my profile if you have me added as friend 

You have access to a milfs house for 4 days. You can only enter twice a day, both times for no longer then half an hour, what do you do to her house and her possessions?

Well, I'm going to confess to you about my terrible nylon fetish, you can read this if it turns you on because this is completely true. I didn't really mean to, but I've ended up writing a lot including about the time I was raped. So, if this shit turns you on, read on, but if you're fantasising about it I don't want to know because this did happen to me and it is painful to think about.

I'm a straight male teen, but I really want some nylons to wear. I hate how my body is starting to bulk and become more triangular, I also hate my bodily hair but don't want to shave it off or i'll be made fun of. I love having long legs and want to "neutral" looking slim body for a while but can't. I actually detest the male body, including my own, which is probably the explanation for my nylon fetish.

I really want to get some new nylons, but I'm too embarrassed to buy them from a store and my mail is always intercepted before it gets to me so I can't get anything online. I hate it, the ones I have no are ripped and stretched too much and stained and don't look sexy at all. I'm considering going out of town to buy nylons and just gritting my teeth about the embarrassment.

Despite all this, I don't actually like having this fetish at all. It possesses me, I have an alter ego. I call her Jess. Jess comes out when wear nylons, or sometimes, if I smoke cannabis, I become jess for real and put on a girls voice and act very girly.

I have this terrible nylon fetish. I think I have it for these reasons:
- Both of my old sisters (12 and 15 years older than me) used to carry me around on their feet when I was little, often whilst they wore nylon. I'd straddle their feet and they would "walk" with me. I used to love the feel of their nylon. I was a strange child, I remember being 6 or 7 and writing on a board in my room about wanting to have sex with a girl in my class, and how embarrassed I was when my sister read it and then would tease me about it. I can remember one time when I was about 7, I went into my sisters bedroom when I couldn't sleep and got into the younger of my two sisters beds and began cuddling her because I wanted sex, she must have been about 16 at the time. I kissed her on the cheek a few times and put my arms around her chest telling her I was cold. Nothing happened, she just acted innocently and carried me back to my bed, sat and talked to me for a while about general stuff (i don't remember what, nothing exciting) and then gave me one of the blankets from her bed.

- I used to steal their nylons, and got caught several times. I was always told they were not for boys, and that made them strictly taboo, and therefore more exciting. When asked why I couldn't describe why, I just said "they feel nice" and that was probably all I knew, because I didn't know much about sexual feelings at all.

- I don't find men attractive. I hate the male body, including my own. I think this is probably because when I was 8, I got molested by a 13 year old boy.

I've never told anyone this in real life, but I've posted it on here a few times. This is a genuine story and I'm not getting a kick out of writing this, it's a confession, coming from one fucked up person, so you can get a look into my physce and maybe understand why I'm in the dark corners of the internet. This boy was an older brother of a friend at school. Basically, I used to see his younger brother a lot as we were close friends and he would come to my house often, nothing gay we were just friends. During the summer I had a pool in my garden and he and his older brother came round.

Well, it was warm and we were in swim shorts, and the younger brother went to the toilet inside the house. This left me and his older brother in the garden shed (it's like a summer house) with his brother and he started telling me all these secrets that his brother and had told him about me. Petty stuff, like which girls I fancied, what trouble I had been in at school - he never knew about the nylons.

This boy picked up hammer that was in the shed and then threatened me to suck his cock. He never actually hit me, and that's what I'm ashamed of, but I was young and intimidated he was overwhelming me with blackmailed. This boy rolled down his trousers and told me to suck his dick unless he wanted everyone to know my secrets. I said I didn't want to and he started shouting at me. I was in the corner of the room and I did it. I didn't cry, I didn't feel anything, I just did it. I remember that taste, it didn't feel erotic at all, it just kind of felt like a finger. I didn't pull his foreskin back and he was still flaccid or maybe a semi. He didn't cum, and only did it 3 or 4 times. Maybe I was really bad at pleasing him, or maybe he came to his senses, or maybe he was interrupted. I don't remember everything, but he laughed at me and left and said don't tell anyone about this or I'll tell everyone you're gay for sucking a cock.

He stood there laughing and then walked out the garden. I was about to burst into tears and his brother returned and asked me what happened. I said nothing happened. He really wanted to know and I just yelled at him to get lost. He and his brother left.

I really hate that guy. He got away with violating me. He's made me question my sexuality for years and he's fucked me up emotionally. What else is very annoying, is he has a beautiful, absolutely stunning, girlfriend who's 4 years younger than him.

There is no karma is this world. He's got a beautiful girlfriend, while I'm a fucking creep with trust issues, sulking in the corner of the internet, questioning my own sexuality because he ruined my childhood. I've tried to kill myself many times, and considered finding a way to take him with me, but I've never had the guts to do any of it.

I struggle to trust anyone and I hate the male phesque. It makes me question my whole sexuality because of that. Basically, I want to be a girl because I hate men, including myself. The only way I feel femine and happy is with nylon. It lets me escape who I am and I become someone else.

I have considered what it I would need to have a sex change multiple times. I don't feel like I'm close to any of my family members (not even my sisters any more, they moved out when I was about 10 and I barely see them. They probably couldn't wait to get away from me). I often think though when my parents die, I'd have a sex change. However, being exceptionally tall at approximately 6ft 4, I'd hardly pass for female.

I really don't know what I should do. I guess this is just a confession rather than a question. I full expect a bunch of perverts with no morals at all to come troll me now or to call me a fag or gay. I'd rather you didn't, but hey this is the internet and I can't physically stop you, but maybe you'd understand why I am this way.

To nearly everyone, I'm a straight attractive slim tall male who does ok in society. No one knows about my dark secrets. I don't act gay or camp, or look female at all.

There is no US federal law on bestiality, and no federal court case has ever dealt with animal porn as a separate issue outside the scope of pornography in general. Thirty-seven states have laws prohibiting sex with animals (almost all of which have been passed in the years since state sodomy laws, which previously encompassed bestiality, were struck down in Lawrence v, Texas in 2003); in 20 of them, it is only a misdemeanor. No state has any law which specifically deals with the possession or viewing of animal porn; in every case where a prosecution has occurred, it has been under general-purpose obscenity laws wherein the community standard test is applied and no distinction is made for the particular subgenre of porn in question. There have been some convictions, but they are outnumbered by acquittals, and some of the new bestiality-centric state laws have been struck down as unconstitutional. There is nothing remotely resembling a nationwide legal consensus on whether possessing and viewing animal porn is, or should be, against the law. When Motherless management make statements to the contrary, they are either being intentionally disingenuous or they have horribly misunderstood something they were told by someone.

there is a story in the news right now where a 30 something year old substance abuse counselor has been arrested on charges for inappropriate touching of his teenage female clients. As the investigation went on the plot thickened, A) they found that he had several videos of teen couples fucking in his office, and B) he was found to be in possession of "child porn" videos.

How much you want to bet these so called "child porn videos" are web cam vids? many of which can be found on this very site.

Apparently he would set his mobile phone to record what was going on in his office, and then he must have told/allowed male/female couples that they could have some "alone time" in his office. According to the article i read the persons in the videos appeared to be unaware that they were being recorded.

So a little while back, I posted a few pics of mom. Now to tell you a bit about it. Growing up in a single parent home, you get use to things and test boundaries often. But you also look to get out as soon as possible to venture on your own. Well that is just the case here as well.
Growing up, mom would have boyfriends here and there. Some were serious, while others just seemed to be what I started to figure out as just booty calls or fuck buddies. That is how I was able to find pics of her on her computer. Coming home for a weekend, mom was at her computer when I walked in and she quickly closed her laptop and gave me a hug and kiss hello. I guess she figured she needed to get stuff out for my old room as she immediately went and got clean sheets and a blanket out of the closet. Like I haven't known how to make my own bed and change sheets??
Well, I figured I would check my emails after having been on the road to come home for the weekend. And that is when I got the surprise of a lifetime. There was mom, on a sex site and her profile was up. Now I am no dummy, I always knew mom was sexy and would always try to steal glances whenever possible. I do the same with my sister as well. Again, I am no dummy. You see a sexy and hot woman, you take notice. Anyway, I made sure to check and see what her screen name was and noted what site she was on. I later would make my own profile on there and get in touch with her. I wanted to see what all I could find out.
I knew mom was a bit of a freak and a wild one in bed when she was having sex. Walls are only walls and they only prevent you from seeing, but not hearing. That is until I figured out a way to watch her. And since my room was next to hers, I made sure that I got plenty of looks whenever possible. That weekend trip was torture as I wanted to get home and get my profile started. I knew mom was a sexual freak, but I wanted to know how bad and in every way possible.
Once home, I got on that site before I even unpacked my car. Uploaded some pics that I thought would interest her enough to begin talking and "getting to know each other" so to speak.I didn't take long at all. And as soon as the chatting started, it got interesting quick. Oh by the way, I didn't see her whole profile that first time, I was still sort of shocked and by the time I thought of it, I figured I had better get off her computer before she came back in and realized that she was still on that site when I walked in. So when she sent a request to be "friends" I was all too happy to accept. Well, I was even more shocked to see what all it was that she was into sexually. No wonder I was able to hear her all the time. After alot of emails and pic sharing, I simply couldn't stand it anymore. I knew that I had to fuck her. The only question was, how do I go about it? That took time for me to figure out.
Well, I finally figured one out. I figured I would make an attempt to get her to meet me and when would she be available to get together. I suggested the following weekend and she gave me an excuse that her kids would be at home all weekend and that she wouldn't have time for anything like that. But maybe the following weekend if that were possible. I knew that she was giving me a line of bullshit as me and my sister both were not going to be there. She was going to be with one of her fuck buddies the whole weekend. JACKPOT, is what I thought. So after a day or 2, I called her on the phone and asked if it was okay if I came home for that very same weekend. Mom is pretty skilled in the art of being sly as she didn't miss a beat with saying that I was always welcome to come home for the weekend whenever I wanted. She said that I had keys and if she wasn't home when I got there, to make myself comfortable and go about doing whatever it was I felt the need to do.
I figured that I would get ahold of some friends and make plans to hit a few bars for drinks and whatnot. I messaged mom when I got home and told her that my friends were picking me up so if she sees my car and I am not there, I went out with them to hit the bars. Well much to my surprise, the 3rd bar we hit always has a mixed crowd in it from young to old. And what I saw had my heart and my cock beating so fast and throbbing so hard, I almost lost control of myself then and there. Mom was dressed so sexy and was out with her "date" dancing away and having a great time it seemed. I thought about saying hello and introducing myself, but I had other plans in mind. I told my friends we should go and hit another place for drinks. That I didn't want to ruin my moms date and have her feeling awkward at all. But I did need to see if I could find out how sly she really was.
So once we left, I messaged her telling her that I was going to crash at my buddies house since we are going back there with our whole group to party the rest of the night. She again didn't miss a beat with saying that she was sorry she wasn't home, that she went to an early movie with a friend and they were just having dinner and enjoying a quiet night at the moment. She is such a good liar, that had I not just seen her 5 minutes earlier, I would have believed it. I asked her to simply message me when she gets home as I wanted to make sure she got there safely. Nothing that I wouldn't say out of the ordinary. But that would be key in my plans. So safe in the knowledge after her saying she would, I proceeded out for a few more drinks. But I really couldn't get the picture of her out of my head and I told my friends that I would catch them tomorrow and that I was going to walk home. By this point, we weren't that far from mom's house and it would let me work out what all I had in mind.
I got home pretty quickly for walking too. I knew it was from being excited with the anticipation of mom coming back home with her "date" and getting to see her in action. Suddenly the thought occurred to me that she may very well not come home at all with her date and go to his house. That thought hadn't entered my brain and I quickly started thinking that what I thought was a foolproof plan, was full of holes and I had played the fool. Time seemed to drag on and on but then suddenly my phone went off and it was a good thing that I had it on vibrate only, because the ring would have been a dead give away that I was home. I hadn't heard her come in and wondered what the hold up was, she said she was home safe and sound. I started to think she had lied about that too. I had to find out. So just to be sure, I quickly and quietly made my way to my sisters room since hers faces out towards the front. I would see if she was in her car and just getting her stuff out.
What a sight that I suddenly see. Being on the 2nd floor, I literally have a birds eye view of mom in the passenger seat and her date behind the wheel of her car. There is mom face deep giving the guy what appears to be an amazing blow job and her dress pulled up with him vigorously fingering her pussy. My cock went so hard in that moment, I thought that it might split the skin.
I made sure to get back into my room as fast as possible for what I just knew was going to be an amazing show. I had previously bought a few remote wireless spy cams and had already set them up and linked them to my laptop. I put my time to good use prior to heading out earlier in the night. I activated the cams and got myself set. I had to clear space in the bedroom closet to set it all up because I didn't want anyone else to stumble upon what I had planned. This also gave me added cover just in case mom decided to do a check to make sure that she was alone with her date. Apparently I didn't need to worry about that. After a few more minutes, in walks mom and her date and they were not going to waste any time it seemed. Mom was already stepping out of her dress. And she either went pantyless the whole night or she had them stripped off from earlier. Either way, they were both more then ready to go.
Like I said earlier, mom is very vocal when she is fucking and it seems that the walls drowned out more than what I thought. Some things I never did hear, I mostly heard the parts of her wanting to be fucked harder and deeper or faster. Not the little things that seemed to be said.
Her date literally picked her up and threw her on the bed. Then went into what seemed to be attack mode. He got in between her legs and started licking and sucking on her pussy with such enthusiasm and lust, that I was a bit envious. I thought I loved going down and eating pussy, but this guy was like a man possessed and a master. He wasn't down there long when I got to see the greatest thing in the world. My mom in total ecstacy and in full orgasm. Then, SQUIRTING!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!! Mom is a squirter!!! I hadn't even realized that I was stroking my cock until that moment. Because seeing mom squirt all over the place sent me over and I came right then and there. It was all I could do to burst out of the closet, head in there and start to fuck her right then and there. But the best was still to come.
Seems that since he already came from the car blow job, and mom already squirted from her tongue lashing, they both needed to take a bit of a break. So, he made his way back downstairs to get drinks for the 2 of them. My heart about stopped when mom got her phone out and took a few pics. I would later see them on her profile. It looked like she might be trying to upload them right then and there. Then suddenly my phone went off and I about jumped out of my skin. Mom had messaged and asked if I would be home for breakfast or if she should plan on cooking for only herself. I knew I couldn't answer right that very second, so I knew what I would do. I waited until they started to play around again to send my response. Once I thought they were getting worked up enough, I sent my reply. Not to cock block the guy, I knew he would be balls deep in mom before long soon enough anyway. Just to see the response and reaction. I told her that I would be home for breakfast, but she didn't need to feel like she had to cook or anything. I also said that I was glad she was home safely and hope she had a good night.
It was such a turn on seeing them in a 69 position when her phone went off. They both seemed like it was an inconvenience but mom said she had to check and that she would turn the phone off after she did. Mom responded and said that she would see me in the morning and that she was a bit tired and going to go to bed shortly and there was no need to respond back. Again such a good and sly little liar. When her date asked her who it was, she told him that it was me and that I wouldn't be interrupting them any longer tonight. What was said next damn near made me cum without so much as touching myself. He said to her, "So, do you really spy and peek in on your son when he's home? I mean some people say they do that and it is just a fantasy and only think about it. But do you really watch him showering?" And if that didn't about make me cum, her response almost killed me. She said, "I absolutely do. Every chance I get. And he has no idea. I almost had to cancel tonight since he came home for the weekend. But since he was going out with his friends, I figured no need for me to sit here all by myself. And even luckier that he isn't going to be here until the morning. So you can't stay the night, but you can still fuck me as long as you want." I felt light headed, horny and an all kinds of other emotions I can't begin to name.
She then went on to say, "Remember how I told you about the last time he came home? I had forgotten that I was in his room the night before and camming with that other guy from out of town I see occasionally." Total shock envelopes me at this point. But he seems to know but can't put it all together right away. So mom says, "Remember how I told you that is the guy that is into incest and loves to not only do it, but role play it as well. So whenever we cam, I go into my son's room. Now, we don't role play mom and son, but brother and sister. And I act like its his room I am in while he is away. It gets pretty hot pretending he is my brother and watching his sister get off in his room. Especially when I squirt. So whenever he comes down, we fuck in my son's room. When my son got home I had forgotten to change the bedsheets and blanket. I had to rush and do it as soon as I saw him walk in. My heart about stopped. I was so exhausted from squirting and getting off that I completely forgot about it. I thought I was busted for sure that day."
BETRAYAL!!!! That was the first thing that I thought about. "How could she do that?" I wondered. But then again, wasn't I doing just as bad as her? Then, I began to realize everything that had really been said. Mom watches me shower and spies on me whenever possible. (note to self, check room for hidden cams ASAP!!) So he asked her "Why is it that you 2 never roleplay mom and son? Seems like you want to." She simply says, "He gets off more on brother/sister or daddy/daughter and I know that I am not able to pull off the daughter role for him. Which is fine with me." He asks, "Well if you could do it, would you?" And with more enthusiasm than I would have ever thought, she replies, "Why? Do you want to play? I wouldn't want you to get uncomfortable pretending to be my son. Especially when you start to really pound me hard. You know how loud and vocal I get sometimes. I have no idea how bad I will be. Because if we start off role playing, we aren't stopping until we are done. Just so we are clear." With that, he says to her, "So mom. Can you suck my cock again? Because once you get me hard, I am going to fuck your brains out. Unless you don't think your son can get you off like those other guys have." The smile that came to her face is etched into my memory to this day.
Once she had him hard as a rock, he proceeded to fuck her so hard and so fast that I thought they were not only going to break the bed, but pound it through the fucking floor. During this whole time and scene being played out in front of my via my spycams, I came so many times that I had nothing left in me to come out. But still a raging hard on and wanting and wishing that I was in there and fucking her for real. They were really into it too. Going into every position imaginable and her squirting again and again and again. It seemed almost as if it was neverending. Then, the finale. He says to her, "Mom, I am going to cum. And I am going to cum deep inside you. What do you think about that huh?? Having your son cum inside your sweet wet pussy? You like that?" So mom locks her legs around his waist and says, "Sweetheart, I wouldn't have let you cum anywhere else anyway. And I am glad that you want to and are going to cum inside me. I'll just have to make sure to go and get a morning after pill tomorrow after breakfast just in case honey. Okay?" And with that, he lets loose inside her. I was transfixed. Frozen. I don't even remember if I was breathing or not at that moment. They then lay there together, completely content. Breathing heavy and sweating. Seemingly to be one person at that moment.
It didn't take them long to get themselves sorted out and for him to get dressed and ready to leave. But while they did, he did seem all at the same time, happy yet jealous. Like he was happy that he gets to fuck her, but jealous because he knows that she not only has thought about it, but now actually acted out fucking me, her son. Who she has been thinking about fucking for awhile it seems and spying on me for who knows how long.
So he asks her, "So what did you think? And what does this mean from now on?" She says, "I loved it!! It was so erotic and intense. I have never squirted so many times in the same night. And you know perfectly well that I haven't. And it doesn't mean anything. So we pretended that you were my son. Nothing more." I knew in that moment what he was looking for. He said, "No. I mean what does this mean as far as you actually doing it now? I mean you have been spying on him. You even cam and get off in his room with your out of towner and fuck him in there as well. Now that you pretended to fuck him, you mean to tell me you won't actually try to fuck him?" I held my breath yet again for her response. Which was, "Would I fuck my son for real? I can't honestly answer that. I have seen his girlfriends and I am not stupid, I know that he gets his share of women. And girls talk, even though I am his mom, they aren't afraid to talk about what he does so well and what they like and don't like. Plus, I wouldn't even begin to know how to seduce him and go about it all and not freak him out." I am actually a bit shocked when he says, "Well, you never know and never will know unless you try. If he's smart, he wouldn't pass it up. And I am sure that he already spies on you or at least has spied on you before. All boys do it to their moms growing up. And never sell yourself short, you can run with those other girls as well. Remember, he is your son, and you do know his likes and dislikes. Use it to your advantage. I am sure you can do it. You know how to be subtle."
And with that, they kiss each other good bye and mom locks up for the night. I wait until I think she is sound asleep, and then begin turning everything off. I can't wait until morning and breakfast. I have no idea how I will be able to not let on about everything that has gone on tonight. Even when I "talked" to mom on that adult sex site, she never mentioned anything about incest in any of her fantasies or kinks. I figured she has to completely and utterly trust those she tells that information to and it doesn't come easily or lightly. And I am all the more glad and thankful for it. Because, real soon, mom is going to be in for the shock of her life. Not to mention the fucking of hers and mine.
More to come later. Sorry if this was too long, but I felt I had to at least give a sense of how it started and built up. Yes, mom and I fuck on a regular basis. I will post more on that like I said. Thought you might like to know how it all started though. Until next time you fellow pervs and incest lovers. You know what they say, Incest really is the Best.

I confess that I believe most of the people who write "pics or it didn't happen" on posts pertaining to adults having underage sexual encounters are either feds or moderators... if you say you've had sex with an underage person and post it, it can't be proven. if you post pics, it can't be proven right away if it's you, but they can track your IP address and get you for possession and distribution. if it's really you they get you for whatever you're doing in the picture with the minor, possession, manufacturing, and distribution. not worth it, people.

"I'm just a stupid stupid stupid mlos.pika777.eu.org user," He said.

When FBI officials raided the house of a man suspected of possessing child pornography, they found him standing over his hard drive having stabbed it to death with a samurai sword... or so he thought.

As far as methods to keep your digital information from falling into the wrong hands, stabbing your hard drive with a samurai sword is definitely a dramatic solution, if not necessarily a practical one. Nonetheless, it was the solution chosen by a man desperate to stop the FBI from seizing his computer as part of a child porn operation� not that it had much effect.

According to the official FBI report, when officials went to question Kamil Mezalka about an estimated 4,000 files of suspected underage pornography connected to his account on a file-sharing network, there was no answer at the door. Following what�s euphemistically called �a mechanical breach of the door,� officers discovered him in his underwear, apparently attempting to remove a two-handed samurai sword he had just plunged into his computer. �More commands were given for Mezalka to drop the samurai sword, all of which Mezalka ignored and refused to obey. Mezalka began to remove the samurai sword from the computer as the law enforcement officers advanced on him in order to secure him and eliminate any potential danger,� wrote the FBI agent in the official report of the event.

Unsurprisingly, Mezalka was quickly overpowered by officials and detained, agreeing to questioning after being offered clothing. He admitted to possession of images of girls aged 13-18, before being shown images from his hard drive � which had, impressively, survived its stabbing pretty much intact � that featured pornographic images of toddlers and invoking the right to counsel.

There are all manner of lessons to learn from this story, not least of which is the fact that the FBI apparently have no problem breaking into your house if they suspect that you really are home even when you don�t answer. More importantly, perhaps, is the lesson that hard drives are just like vampires, zombies or any other kind of undead monster in a horror movie: Just when you think they�re done, they�ll come back to life � even if you run a samurai sword right through the middle of it.

I have to admit that malevolent dark thoughts have been manifesting themselves deep in my mind for some time now.
Last night they took hold and i could not resist the impulse to go out and abduct a kid.
So i ended up cruising around in the car for a while and just outside of town i spotted my victim,i parked up ahead and waited for her to approach.
When she got near i pounced on her and threw her in the trunk,she kicked like the devil possessed.
I drove to a secluded spot to rape her,but when i opened the trunk she head butted me and jumped into the woods.
I cant believe how strong and quick young goats are.

Nine principles for killing the enemy inside your borders, and the five base requirements they stand on.

Base requirements are as follows:

1, You can blend in with the area you are operating in, have little to no restrictions to where you can safely go, possess the skills necessary to gather assets, and are not a wanted man from the start. You already fulfill this requirement as long as you plan on staying on US soil.

2, You need to kill people who feel threatened and are hiring security. This doesn't make sense otherwise.

3, You disagree so violently with what these people have done to your country and to you that killing them, and killing anyone who works for them is not out of the picture for you. You must accept the viewpoint that anyone who would work for your enemy is just as culpable as they are.

4, Society is destabilized and law enforcement resources have been stretched to the point that you have a good chance of getting away with gunfire as long as you leave the scene sooner rather than later.

5, Make an example of enough people and those who follow in their footsteps will not do the same things. Fear is a powerful motivator.

The principles:

1, As long as you act first, they have less, you have more. Why? This is a simple bit of math you can work out on a scrap of paper. First, you have the number of guards or security. Then you subtract that number by the number of them you can kill before they are able to start responding. The minimum number is one. With a bit of luck, you can raise it much higher. So, if you are one of two competant trigger pullers, and they have four, and you can decorate the walls with the brains of the first one before you start doing anything, then the first one to die never even factored in. Now it's two versus three.

2, Killing people is easy and every one you kill makes killing the rest easier. Also, hurting people is easy and the more you hurt them, the slower they move and less effective they are, making finishing them off even easier.

3, Quit the very moment it stops being easy, and go away. You do not want a fair fight, you want to act when you can take the unfair advantage, ride it as long as possible, and quit before the risk/reward tips at all. You can always come back and kill more later. There's plenty of them. Don't get one-itis. Next time, it'll either be too hard a target (in which case see #8) and thus moot, or the fact that their lives are in peril from the moment they come on duty will mean the next ones will be desperate for the money and entirely out of their element.

4, Less is more. No manifesto. No statements of intent. They know you exist when they are dying. The rest of the time, you are a ghost.

5, It doesn't matter if they were a Thuper Duper SEAL commando, the laws of physics will not be suspended for them. You still can't take them in a fair fight, but why would you ever want to do that? They no longer have a supply chain, air support, armor assets, or the ability to call in serious backup. Any human that stops a bullet with their face dies. Any corpse hung from a bridge burns.

6, You do not live in a war zone. You are part of the population and so are they. They cannot tell you apart from the enemy. They cannot cut loose with automatic weapons into a crowd if they feel scared. They operate under great restrictions, and the more dangerous and professional they are, the more restricted they will be by nature.

7, A continuation of the last part of #3. No one wants to protect a client when they know that people will attack him only to kill his security and then leave. Their competancy curve will go up or down dramatically, and most likely down. Shred someone's security enough, and someone else with a grudge might just finish the job for you. That's even more of a win, psychologically. The world appears to be against them.

8, There is no security for a non-p********ial official that is so high that you can't kill just one of them and vanish. It doesn't have to be on the job. Guards go home, have birthday parties with their kids, and go to hotels to fuck their friends wives. Stab them from behind in the frozen foods aisle when they're choosing between peas and california vegetable mix. Who's going to stop you on the way out- the bag boys? Block them in on a bridge and toss them over the side, with a twenty pound weight handcuffed to one wrist for companionship. Have a mugging go wrong when they pull into that Shell for gas.

9, Shooting them, shredding their limbs with remote detonated explosions, and driving trucks into their convoys is not the only way to get the job done. You have many, many options, thanks to #6. Plan ahead and you can belong anywhere. Deliver them some food tainted with something fatal, deliver chlorine gas bombs to their doors with a stolen UPS uniform, use forged identification and papers to get into their offices, start a very unfortunate fire, and block the doors on your way out.

Bonus principle:

When they aren't able to get security anymore, they will most likely turtle up. This gives you a fixed location and plenty of time and observation to work on less hit and run type plan. From that point, you can make it very personal.

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I confess that I want to possess my cousin Sheri anally, to be able to violently fit my cock into her anus and cum a lot inside her, give her a deep throat and fill her stomach with milk.

So I have been thinking about sharing this confession for quite sometime, but have never really got round to writing it down. I am Lisa and I am a young 51 year old very independent woman. Now the years have been very kind to me and I am very lucky because I do not look my age, that may be due to my size because I am just a little under five foot tall and very slim and with very small breasts. I got divorced almost ten years ago and I moved to a small market town just outside of London, I was sick and tired with city life and really wanted a change. I bought a small café and settled down to country life. I also bought quite a large home on the edge of the town with a massive back garden surrounded with large hedges and it was very private because of that. For the first year my life was very quiet but that all changed when I hired Nikki (20) to work in my café. She is a local girl and everyone advised me not to hire her and said she was nothing but trouble, but I like her and decided to give her a chance. She was very pretty and towered over me at almost six foot tall and had breasts I could only ever dream to have. She was not shy and I started to find out why everyone thought she was trouble, she loved sex and would fuck anyone and she loved to share her weekend experiences with me, now first I was a little shocked because she wouldn't hold back and I have to admit I was getting turned on hearing about it all. One Monday morning she came to work and was looking very upset, it took me all day but I finally dragged out of her what was wrong. She was pregnant and her parents had told her to get out the house, she said she had no where to go and didn't know what to do. That night we collected her stuff from her parents house, they wouldn't even look at her, and I took her to my home. I gave her my spare room and told her not to worry and she could stay as long as she liked.

She settled in and I have to admit I did enjoy the company. A few weeks later she called me and asked if it was OK if she brought someone back? I knew she was out drinking and knew she was talking about bringing him back for sex. I am no prude and said it was OK. I was in my room when they got back and it didn't take long for me to hear them, she is a screamer and there was no doubt they were having some very wild sex. I got so horny hearing them do it I found myself fingering myself. It had been quite a few years since I had sex and never like what I was hearing that night. They finished and I heard her take him down stairs and he left. She knocked on my door and said she was sorry for the noise I told her not to worry and why I said what I did next is still beyond me. I told her to come in and tell me about it. She walked in, she was still naked and even in the dim light she was very beautiful. She sat on my bed and promptly described the size of his cock and how it felt and how she had taken him in her ass too, something she only ever did when she was feeling very naughty, as she told me my fingers were working my own pussy under the covers, and I had to stop myself from cumming or she would know what I was doing. Over the next few weeks she brought a few men back, and every time she did I would listen and finger myself. One morning I told her as a joke to bring one back for me sometime. A few days later I heard her come in about 1am and heard a man was with her, I got myself ready in bed, took my nightdress off and got my new vibrator ready. I heard them go into her room and waited. There was no noise, then came a knock at the door and Nikki asked if I was awake? She walked in totally naked and said I should come with her, she didn't wait for me to answer and grabbed my hand and pulled me up and out of bed, she saw I was naked too and kept hold of my hand and took me to her room. I was a little shocked when I got in there, because she had a boy ( I later found out he was 18) tied to her bed naked and blindfolded and gagged. His cock was rock hard and the biggest one I had ever seen in real life, it was an easy eight inches long and thick. She took my hand again and placed it on his cock and said do what you want with him. I was already horny and soon had my mouth over that big cock, She stood where I could see her and watched as I sucked him all the while fingering her pussy. I had never ever done anything like this all the sex I had before was pretty normal stuff. She moved out of my view and I kept sucking him, then I felt her hand on my bottom, and then I almost bite his cock because her tongue was licking my bum hole and her fingers had found my pussy/ I sucked him for all I was worth as she licked and fingered me, I felt myself start to cum and she only licked faster. She told me to get on his cock and by that time I was just doing what she said, It didn't take too long with him inside me for him to explode his cum inside me. I got off and she licked his cock clean and when she was finished he was hard again. She got on him and fucked him like a woman possessed as I watched, She came again and she got off and told me to clean him off, I did knowing it was my first ever time tasting another woman off his cock. She took me back to my room and got rid of the boy without him ever seeing me. I was sitting on my bed still naked when she came back sat beside me and kissed me. She pushed me back on the bed and moved down to my pussy, She grabbed my vibrator and used it on me, teasing my clit with it and her tongue. I have no idea how long she was down there but I came over and over. My bed was soaked and I was exhausted but also so satisfied. I had never felt so content. She cuddled up to me and I must have fallen asleep, because I woke the next morning alone and still naked. I lay there wondering what I was going to say to her and if this was going to make things weird between us. I put on my dressing gown and went to the kitchen. She was there still naked and just said good morning and gave me a full on kiss and asked if I enjoyed the night before? I told her I had and that it was very unexpected. I told her I had never before in my life done anything with another woman. She laughed and said I could do anything with her I wanted.

Over the next few months she brought more men back and shared them all with me, each time she would blindfold them so they had no idea who they were fucking, but she was starting to show by thing time and the men dropped off, she spent more time with me and we would spend a lot of time in my bed and exploring, she even got me to try anal something I am still not really into but will do it if in the mood. Then one night she told me she loved me and asked if I would raise her daughter with her. Now I was never blessed with children and I was going to say no but what came out was yes. Our sex life for the rest of her term was just the two of us and after Lucy was born, just us for a few more months.

One night she told me she had met a boy that she wanted to fuck and was it OK to bring him over? I said it was more than OK and that I could use a cock too. We fucked that poor boy almost to death, he could hardly walk when he left. Over the years we still bring men into our bed when the mood takes us and when Lucy was staying with friends. For a few years we were the local scandal but people are almost accepting us now and even her parents have come round well almost, they think I was the one who turned her into a lesbian. We are getting married in August and plan to have a man join us on our wedding night we just have to find him

Maggie's imprisonment Part II

The went down many stairs to an area that was lit by electric lights. Then they went through a doorway and went down another set of stairs to an area that no electric lights at all. The only light came from a torch in the hand of one of the men.     They went down a long flight of stairs and ended up in a long hall way with doors lining both sides. They took her to one of the doors and threw the door open. "Welcome to your cell, Maggie," one of the men said.    Although Maggie's cell was completely devoid of light, she had gotten a very good look at it when she had first been chained up. The room was about 3 meters deep and about 2 meters wide. The ceiling was about 3 meters high. There were no windows at all and the only door to the cell was made of solid iron. The walls were made of large stone blocks, held together with old mortar. There were no modern conveniences in the cell. No electric lights, no running water, no toilet. There were no creature comforts either. No bed, no chair, not even a pile of straw to lay on.
The one thing the cell did possess was shackles. Four heavy and shining shackles to be exact. Two shackles hung from the upper part of the wall opposite the cell door, they were passed through huge metal rings, which were fixed in it. The shackles were separated in this way for app. 60 cm. Two other shackles were attached at the lower part of the wall, their chain passed only through one ring. The shackles were opened, with a joint at the side of the connection to the chain. They positioned Maggie directly beneath the shackles, her back to the wall.    
Then they uncuffed her wrists, they were hurting after being mistreated the whole time. The skin was bruised and swollen. Maggie's right arm was raised to the dangling shackle pulling it down, until the other shackle hit the metal ring with out loud clanking sound. They wrapped the metal shackle around her wrist, and pressed it firmly together. It closed with a clicking sound and fitted tightly around her narrow wrists, pressing firmly in the bruised skin there.     Maggie looked at her slightly upraised arm. She saw the shackle locked around her wrist. As the men walked to her left side, she gently shook her raised arm.     The iron chain rattled gently in response.     Suddenly the movement of her left arm brought her attention to her left. It was raised over her head to the other shackle which was pulled down. The rings were fixed very high und the shackle’s chain was short, show she was lifted up to stand on her forefeet. She watched with sick fascination as the shackle was locked down around the left wrist. It was just as tight as the right shackle was. The sounding of its closing mechanism was clearly audible for everyone.     Maggie was standing on her forefeet like the letter Y with her arms chained in the air. She looked at her upraised arms one last time and she became aware of the captors kneeling in front of her. She heard the shackles at her feet moving and she looked down. They uncuffed her ankles, then took one shackle, wrapped it around her right ankle and locked it the same way like the others. This ankle shackle was even tighter than the wrist shackles, pressing ugly in the damaged skin. It hurt like hell, and she began to tremble. She noted that there was an obvious distance between the last open shackle and her left ankle that still was free. When they pulled this shackle down, the locked shackle started to torture her right ankle severely and she had to lift herself upon her toes. Only now the men were able to lock also the last shackle.
They had finished their work, they lifted up and went back. They seemed to be satisfied with the results. Maggie was moaning intensely, because her body stretched and the tight shackles biting in her wrists and ankles.
One of the men said: “These shackles are really tight, aren’t they? Well, that’s the way all the prisoners here are treated. You will get used of them after a while. The locks are closed permanently, so you won’t never get free again.Maggie understood now what has happened: These strangers have fixed her body at this wall in this nasty cell in a painful way, she never won’t be able to get free by herself and no one will find her here down in this hidden dungeon. This was insane! She started to scream until one of the men hit her in her face. Then she felt in silence. In her head a strange mood emerged, it seemed that she separated her mind from her body.
    Maggie closed her eyes, expecting to feel something. Anything. Maybe he was about to place a blindfold over her eyes. Maybe he was about to inflict some type of painful stimulus. But there was nothing but the sound of the door closing behind her. Maggie opened her eyes to look, but with the torch gone from the room, she truly realized how totally dark the cell was. Undeterred, Maggie tried to look behind her best she could, but with absolutely no light in the room, she saw nothing.     Although she could see nothing, she could still hear. She heard the sound of the iron door closing behind her. She heard the sound of a deadbolt lock being thrown closed. Then she heard the sound of a large sliding lock being engaged. Finally, she heard was could only the sound of a large iron bar being lowered over the door.    Three locks made certain that the door would never open from the inside.    Then there was nothing but silence in the cell.    And that was it. Maggie was chained up. A 21st century woman chained in a 13th century dungeon cell. These huge shackles around Maggie's wrists and ankles held onto Maggie just as tightly today as they had done for years. Times and technology may have changed, but the shackles were just as effective on Maggie as they had been on girls in days gone by. He whole body was stretched by standing on her toes.
    Maggie would experience three phases of captivity during these first twenty hours.  The first phase began only a few seconds after the door was closed. Once Maggie realized she was alone, naked, and chained in a room that there was no way she could leave, pure terror overcame her and she began screaming.     She screamed at the top of her lungs. She screamed for help. She screamed obscenities. She screamed out all manners of words. She screamed out noises. She shook the chains that kept her arms stretched up. She shook the chains that kept her legs shackled to the floor. She shook them with all the strength that she had. She screamed out pleas for help. She screamed out curses and threats. She literally screamed until she totally lost her voice. Every inch of her naked body became covered in sweat as she exerted all of her strength in an attempt to break her bonds. Her mussels began to cramp, especially in the calves.    That was the first hour of her captivity. A panic attack. A mental breakdown.    Absolute. Terror.    Her voice now silenced, the second phase began: crying. Silent tears fell as she first thought about her three children and her husband. She thought of friends and family members and coworkers. She thought of the Disney vacation the family had taken last year and how they had plans to save up enough money to go in another 3 years. She thought of her pet cat. She wondered if her family knew she was missing. She wondered if the police were searching for her. She wondered again where she was.    Tears flowed unobstructed, as her shackled hands made it impossible for her to wipe them away. Mucus began flowing from her nose. Salty tears didn't stop for three hours. That was the second phase.    The third phase was silence. She had no strength to shake her bonds. She had no voice to make noise. She had no more tears to weep. She stood there and thought about her predicament. She had no idea what the future had in store for her, but she figured it was bleak.     After 20 hours standing in chains, Maggie was exhausted, sore, aching. Maggie was defeated.     There was no way she could ever escape the cell, even if she could somehow remove the shackles that secured her hands high over her head and her bare feet to the wall. Her shoulders ached intensely, her hands and feet feel cold and numb now, there must be swollen. Her struggling against the shackles have damaged the skin at her wrists and ankles, because every movement of her hands and feet, including of her fingers and toes, is really painful. How long can she stand this? And what will happen if she remains shackled like this for the rest of her life.
There was absolute silence in the cell as Maggie held her breath and listened. She couldn't hear anything outside of her cell. For all she knew there was no world outside of the dungeon. There was just her, waiting, chained in Maggie's cell.

My daughter came over yesterday afternoon and brought her boyfriend Jamel along. He's a big Dallas Cowboys fan. 

We sat down and watched the Dallas and lions game.  I told him I had money on the Lions. He laughed and said I was going to lose the bet.

My wife and daughter said they were going into a Walmart to do some shopping. 

I grabbed a couple rum and cokes for Jamel and I. After a couple and with the Lions already in the lead, Jamel said any time the Lions scored I could suck his cock

I asked if he was serious and he just smiled. The next possession the Lions got a touchdown  True to his world he pulled his sweat pants down and pulled out his thick black cock. 

I leaned over took that fat cock in my hands and then slid my mouth over him. He grabbed my head and started to thrust upward. He called me his "daddy faggot" and told me milk him dry.  I did gladly, gulping his huge load greedily.

As the game went on and Lions kept scoring, he simply left his sweat pants off, stroking his cock in anticipation for the next score. I ended up on my knees between his legs most of the time. 

He loved talking dirty to me, telling me that Ann (my wife) and Beth (my daughter) should be here to watch the game with us. He also told me that he was going to tell Beth all about our afternoon. I begged him not to, and finally agreed if he could fuck my tight ass. 

I agreed and grabbed some lube. I coated his big cocktail than bent over the coffee table. He took his time easing it into me. Luckily all the practice I give my ass with my wife's dildo has prepared me for him. Once in me I begged for him to ram me full. 

Even after all the blowjobs I'd given him he was up for a good ducking. Damn my daughter is lucky! Only the sound of my wife driving up the drive and my begging for his load brought the fucking to an end. 

His cock pulled free from my ass just in time for me to grab the lube, my shorts and run upstairs to the bathroom as the garage door opened for my wife's car.

Later that night I got a text from my daughter saying how it meant so much to her that I spent time with her boyfriend. I texted back that they can come over next weekend to watch the Cowboys again and that she and her mom and do more shopping. 

I can't wait to get that fat cock back inside me!

I've kept these pics secret for about 4 years now. Theyre not digital, but actual photos from a roll of film. So I used a webcam to take pics of the pics.

I came into possession a few pics of a friend of mines daughter. Never told anyone but when I found this site I figured this is a perfect time and place to see what other people think of her. I'm just gonna post a preview pic, she might not be everyones type. If I get enough positives Ill post the rest. I dont know if i should mention her age or not.

You know what's ironic? Motherless wasn't breaking any law by hosting bestiality vids, since there's no statute anywhere in the United States that specifically outlaws the possession (and thus the hosting) of animal porn. The admins love to make ambiguous statements about how "the law changed" or some such bullshit, but the fact is they got a threatening letter from some two-bit local DA, peed down their own leg in terror, and acquiesced to his threats without bothering to verify their veracity.

But in selling people's personal uploads to other sites, they most certainly are breaking the law, more than one in fact, and the feds won't hesitate to drop the hammer on their ass. It used to be that the biggest complaint against this site was the hosting of illegal material, but now this place has become a legitimate criminal enterprise.

If you are an American, please sign this petition to stop a bill trying to ban us from owning body armor. Shout it out and spread it around.

https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/petition/stop-hr-5344-banning-responsible-law-abiding-citizens-owning-body-armor/GNrBKFrF

We petition the Obama administration to:

Stop H.R. 5344 from banning responsible law abiding citizens from owning body armor.

Preserve our right to own, possess, and transport body armor as a law abiding citizen of the United States. Stop H.R. 5344 from stripping citizens of our freedom and ability to defend ourselves and our families. Protect our freedom to purchase and own body armor, regardless of the protection level.

Created: Aug 08, 2014

Issues: Civil Rights and Liberties, Defense, Family

This will make some angry and that's fine. 

I would never dreamed of my wife fucking other guys but when she got fatter and fatter and didn't respect me or herself enough to get back in shape I figured WHY NOT HAVE HER FUCKED LIKE A PIG WHORE? 

I tried to get her to exercise and diet with me for over a decade and she refuses and only gets bigger. 

If you owned a nice Porsche or a 98 Chevy Malibu, nobody else is driving the Porsche but you don't give a fuck if the neighbor borrows the Malibu and even dings it up a little. I don't care if someone fucks my wife like a fat ragdoll. 

This is not my wife in the picture but close in body. So, I have started getting her to talk about guys who fucked her and how I want to see her fucked while she blows me. She knows that I no longer cherish her as a prized possession and that she now has more value to me as cum rag entertainment. 

She is so uncomfortable with this but I got her to talk about the first time a guy came in her mouth and how she lost her virginity and the first time her pussy took a load of cum. I put my cock in her and ask her how many cocks have been where my cock is. She hates it and won't tell me. I ask her if anyone who fucked her in her hometown came to our wedding. I know that at least three guys did but she won't talk about it. 

I tell her that I don't care that she was a slut. That once a slut always a slut but it's fine as long as she's my slut. She's a church going mom and does not like to see herself as a slut. But I'm fucking her more now as I work on her and I'm getting her to say she's a slut for big cocks during sex. 

She now does not rule out fucking another guy. I have been wearing her down. I want to see someone treat her nice and gently at first but then fuck her harder and disrespectful and tell her that he's cumming in her fat pig pussy and just leave her shell shocked and degraded and laying there dripping cum from her sore pussy while the guy gets dressed and leaves. 

I almost wish she would have an affair. She would probably lose weight for that. I really don't care if she cheats at this point. The only way I get it up for this fatty now is the thought of her getting pounded by other men. 

Maybe I'll post pictures of her. 

How do you know you've got a moral panic on your hands? When the penalties for possessing child porn are steeper than the penalties for actually raping or molesting a child.

I still replay that New Year's Eve in my head sometimes, the way everything shifted from playful to something heavier, slower, more dangerous.Michele and I had claimed our usual high-top near the dance floor at that downtown lounge—low lights, slow jazz, the kind of place where the air itself feels thick with anticipation. She was wearing that black dress again, the one that looked poured over her body: tight enough to show every curve, low-cut enough to draw eyes like gravity, thin spaghetti straps that kept slipping just a fraction with every movement. Her skin glowed under the warm bulbs, and when she laughed at something I said, the neckline dipped and rose in a way that made my throat go dry.We'd already had a couple of drinks, trading lazy kisses and stupid resolutions for the new year. Our glasses were empty again."I'll get the next round," she said, sliding out of the booth. She leaned over the table, gave me a slow, teasing kiss—tongue just brushing mine—then whispered against my lips, "Be good while I'm gone."I watched her cross the room. The dress moved with her like it was alive, hugging her ass, swaying with her hips. A few heads turned. Mine stayed locked on her.She reached the bar, leaned in to order, hair falling forward over one shoulder. That's when he stepped up beside her. Dark suit, easy smile, the kind of guy who knows exactly how tall he is and how to use it. He said something; she laughed—that bright, unguarded sound I usually get credit for. My stomach gave a small, familiar twist. Nothing new. Michele flirted like it was small talk.He kept talking. She kept smiling. Then he nodded toward the dance floor, palm open in invitation. She glanced back at me across the room. Our eyes met. She gave me that little half-smile, the one that says "this is harmless, right?" I lifted my chin in a go-ahead nod, smirking like it was no big deal.She didn't come back with drinks.Instead she let him take her hand and lead her out onto the floor just as the band eased into another slow number—saxophone dragging the tempo down to a pulse.At first it was innocent enough. His hands settled on her hips, fingers resting lightly over the black fabric. Hers draped loosely around his neck. They swayed together, bodies close but not pressed, moving in that easy rhythm couples fall into when they're testing boundaries.But the song stretched, and so did the space between them.His hands slid lower. Not suddenly—just a slow, deliberate drift until his palms cupped the full curve of her ass through the dress. He pulled her in gently but firmly, closing the last few inches until her breasts pressed against his chest. She didn't resist. If anything, her body softened into his, hips rolling with his in perfect sync.One of his hands stayed low, kneading her ass with slow, possessive circles while the other climbed her back—fingers tracing the bare skin above the dress's low back, then slipping under one spaghetti strap. He hooked it with a fingertip and eased it down her shoulder, just enough to bare more skin. She tilted her head back slightly, exposing the long line of her throat. He took the invitation—lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, lips brushing, then pressing open-mouthed kisses along her pulse.Her fingers tightened in the back of his hair. She arched a little, pressing herself tighter against him. I could see the way her thighs brushed his with each slow grind, the way her dress rode up an inch or two on her legs as she moved. His hand on her ass squeezed harder, pulling her hips flush so there was no mistaking the heat between them. She let out a small, breathy laugh against his ear—too quiet for me to hear, but I knew that sound. It was the one she made when she was turned on and pretending she wasn't.The countdown started.The room exploded with voices—ten, nine, eight…They didn't break apart. If anything, they moved slower, more deliberately. His mouth found hers just as the count hit five. Not a polite New Year's peck. A deep, hungry kiss—his tongue sliding past her lips, her head tilting to give him better access. One hand stayed locked on her ass while the other cradled the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair to hold her exactly where he wanted her.Three… two… one…Confetti rained. Cheers erupted. Horns blared. And in the middle of it all, Michele was still kissing him—slow, filthy, unhurried—her body molded to his, one leg hooked lightly around his calf like she needed the leverage.When they finally broke apart, her lips were swollen, lipstick smeared at the corner of her mouth. The fallen strap still hung off her shoulder, exposing the top curve of her breast almost to the edge of decency. She said something to him—short, private, teasing—then brushed her thumb across his lower lip like she was memorizing the taste.Then she turned and walked back to me.The crowd parted for her. Cheeks flushed, hair mussed, dress slightly askew, that post-kiss glow on her skin. She slid into the booth beside me, pressed her thigh tight against mine, and leaned in until her mouth was at my ear."Happy New Year, Robert," she whispered, voice low and wrecked. Her hand found my leg under the table, nails dragging lightly up my inner thigh. "Did you like the show?"I caught her chin, turned her face to mine, and kissed her—hard, claiming, tasting champagne and him and the edge of something new."Yeah," I said against her mouth, voice rough. "I liked it."She smiled—slow, wicked, unapologetic—and settled against my side, one hand still on my leg, the thin strap of her dress still dangling off her shoulder.The band started another song.And the night was nowhere near over.

Sex With My Second BBW Cuz
& bi expeiment - Hot !

Enjoy ! Typed them a while back..

l, and I have been fortunate enough to possess friendly demeanour, a high sex drive, an open mind, and willing to take risks to see where they might lead. Going on 30, I've had a lot of sexual encounters over the years, and I took a page from the Fifty Shades mania, but taken a few steps further; 1) NO story I write is embellished or untrue. This is what happened. 2) I'm only interested in writing about the racy, taboo moments. I am a fairly gifted writer, as I find myself extremely aroused as I read these back!

Here are a couple of stories; one from Halloween (Last year) involving someone close to me (like a second or maybe first cou...) and a total give in to the most animalistic of sexual desire, and the lead up to it....
The other story is of a rare bisexual encounter from five years back. Enjoy and if you like please write to me (especially women with their own taboo tales!)

Here is the story, as it happened last Halloween; Nothing has changed, I only wish I had video.
God I Love Halloween.

My first cousin and I have been having sex since last Halloween... We were taking adderall, which makes you insanely horny, (im 30, she is 33, im a thin pretty boy type , she is tall, chubby, white clear smooth skin, curvy, and really open sexually)... The thought never crossed my mind a lot before, but that night just the two of us you could feel how horny we both were without stating it, and ALL I could think about was burying my cock in her sex bareback and unloading ribbon after ribbon of cum in her, the fact that she was my first cousin made it soo sexy to me in that state... I was bringing up sex as a conversation and she was eager to talk about it; we laughed how Halloween was now an adult sex holiday, and that we should be dressed slutty like everyone else! For a "laugh", I stripped down to a tight speedo bathing suit, and she slipped into a red one-piece swimsuit; we were "swimmers".... my heart was Racing and my cock literally oozing precum like a faucet... her suit was a good 2 sizes too small, exposing a lot of skin around her butt and outlining her cunt, which was driving me mental as we sat with our legs open facing each other on the couch, our bare feet touching... I made no effort to hide how hard I was, or my looking at her thick soft bare legs, red bottomed bare feet, and her camel toe, which really got my attention when the red of her suit got a little darker as a wet spot grew on her crotch...

This was such a fucking rush. I called her on her wet spot; I touched her crotch with my toes; the heat and wet I felt was like lightning, and she said okay! Like your much better! Driving her bare foot right onto my throbbing cock; she didn't move it; I was going to spurt right there...I was just SOAKED with precum, which she felt, rubbing her foot slightly across my erection, asking why my suit was so wet; I said that I don't know, the adderall is making my so stupid horny Im getting wet kinda like you! She said mmmhmmm I think you peed yourself let me see! An obvious statement to statr a strip my suit off game; I resisted tokenly, I mean cousins shouldn't be doing this, and let her pull my suit off; my shaven cock, 7 1/2 throbbing inches just bobbed out, Glistening with precum.... she stared and brought my suit up to her face, touching it and faking an omg did you cum yourself?? I said you in that suit wasn't helping...! With that, all bets were off, as she said I know this is fucking wrong but omg your cum is like pure sex.... She dove down and all inhibitions were off as she licking the thick clear sex off of my cock with both of us moaning om fucking god ;

Sex With My Second BBW Cuz
& bi expeiment - Hot !

Enjoy ! Typed them a while back..

l, and I have been fortunate enough to possess friendly demeanour, a high sex drive, an open mind, and willing to take risks to see where they might lead. Going on 30, I've had a lot of sexual encounters over the years, and I took a page from the Fifty Shades mania, but taken a few steps further; 1) NO story I write is embellished or untrue. This is what happened. 2) I'm only interested in writing about the racy, taboo moments. I am a fairly gifted writer, as I find myself extremely aroused as I read these back!

Here are a couple of stories; one from Halloween (Last year) involving someone close to me (like a second or maybe first cou...) and a total give in to the most animalistic of sexual desire, and the lead up to it....
The other story is of a rare bisexual encounter from five years back. Enjoy and if you like please write to me (especially women with their own taboo tales!)

Here is the story, as it happened last Halloween; Nothing has changed, I only wish I had video.
God I Love Halloween.

My first cousin and I have been having sex since last Halloween... We were taking adderall, which makes you insanely horny, (im 30, she is 33, im a thin pretty boy type , she is tall, chubby, white clear smooth skin, curvy, and really open sexually)... The thought never crossed my mind a lot before, but that night just the two of us you could feel how horny we both were without stating it, and ALL I could think about was burying my cock in her sex bareback and unloading ribbon after ribbon of cum in her, the fact that she was my first cousin made it soo sexy to me in that state... I was bringing up sex as a conversation and she was eager to talk about it; we laughed how Halloween was now an adult sex holiday, and that we should be dressed slutty like everyone else! For a "laugh", I stripped down to a tight speedo bathing suit, and she slipped into a red one-piece swimsuit; we were "swimmers".... my heart was Racing and my cock literally oozing precum like a faucet... her suit was a good 2 sizes too small, exposing a lot of skin around her butt and outlining her cunt, which was driving me mental as we sat with our legs open facing each other on the couch, our bare feet touching... I made no effort to hide how hard I was, or my looking at her thick soft bare legs, red bottomed bare feet, and her camel toe, which really got my attention when the red of her suit got a little darker as a wet spot grew on her crotch...

This was such a fucking rush. I called her on her wet spot; I touched her crotch with my toes; the heat and wet I felt was like lightning, and she said okay! Like your much better! Driving her bare foot right onto my throbbing cock; she didn't move it; I was going to spurt right there...I was just SOAKED with precum, which she felt, rubbing her foot slightly across my erection, asking why my suit was so wet; I said that I don't know, the adderall is making my so stupid horny Im getting wet kinda like you! She said mmmhmmm I think you peed yourself let me see! An obvious statement to statr a strip my suit off game; I resisted tokenly, I mean cousins shouldn't be doing this, and let her pull my suit off; my shaven cock, 7 1/2 throbbing inches just bobbed out, Glistening with precum.... she stared and brought my suit up to her face, touching it and faking an omg did you cum yourself?? I said you in that suit wasn't helping...! With that, all bets were off, as she said I know this is fucking wrong but omg your cum is like pure sex.... She dove down and all inhibitions were off as she licking the thick clear sex off of my cock with both of us moaning om fucking god ;

Dear female guro/Dolcett fans (all half-dozen of you),

Do you have any theories of why this kind of content appeals to you? From my side, it seems to be about gender dynamics. I feel the primal, predatory allure of violence and the psychological thrills of possessing something beautiful, dominating something weak, and/or violating something sacred. But those appeals seem distinctly masculine (except maybe the last one), and I really don't feel like I can wrap my head around or even loosely imagine the opposing perspective.

There's a large subset of male-male and female-female content too, but the appeal clearly skews masculine, based on demographics. I also suspect that males rarely identify with the victim in any variation, but that's a subject for another poll.

If you're willing and able to provide your perspective, please do. I would sure appreciate it.

I confess that I love this news story.

The founder and former CEO of a San Francisco youth art nonprofit was sentenced to six years in prison for possession of child pornography video and images, U.S. Attorney Melinda Haag announced Wednesday.

Anthony Josef Norris, 46, of San Francisco was arrested in June after an 11-month FBI investigation connected him to postings on an online forum frequented by child pornography traders, like MOTHERLESS.COM for example.

Norris pleaded guilty in November and was sentenced in U.S. District Court on Tuesday. Norris was also sentenced to five years of supervised release and was ordered to pay $6,500 in restitution to the victims of the child pornography in his collection.

Recent true story

Ok so I've been dating my girlfriend for about two years, since she turned 19. I'm a bit older than her, almost twice her age. With that has come quite a bit more experience. We have a pretty healthy sex life and an even more devious fantasy/role play sex life. She's not particularly possessive and has brought her friends back to our apartment for us to "play" around with. I've been able to fuck three of her girlfriends, but most of the time I just watch them till she coaxes the girls into giving me blow jobs or she finishes me off. She's very vocal when we "play" she always likes to talk me up to an orgasm and almost do a play by play description...it's really hot and she's really articulate and sexy. One of our favorite sex talk games is her telling me about her fantasy of getting gangbanged, but with me there and involved. Sometimes it's her giving me head while she fucks or sometimes it's my cock in her ass while she sits on top of me and random men fuck then cum in her pussy. It's always hot, but we never actually have gone there.

Well the other night she came home kind of drunk from hanging out with her friends. I was up watching tv when she came in and laid down on the bed next to me. I could smell the booze on her skin and in her hair, but there was another scent which I recognized...it was sex.

She lifted her head looking at me and half smiled, "I hooked up with a guy tonight."

Not being jealous myself and having just fucked one of her friends the other day I asked, "Was it fun?"

She looked at me with a drunken smile and replied, "Oh yes." Then she reached down and began to stroke my cock through my pajamas. "But his cock wasn't nearly as good as yours."

Not to brag, but I am packing a solid 10 inches of thick cock. To be honest her words turned me on, but also gave me some comfort knowing that no one was fucking her better than I was. She leaned over kissing me, nibbling on my lip, slipping her tongue in my mouth, and sliding her hand up and down the shaft of my hardening cock. I'm not gay, but I could still taste the saltiness of cock in her mouth and it really caused my dick to get rock hard. That was when she whispered in my ear, "He left you a surprise in my kitty." Kitty was our pet word for her pussy. It kind of both shocked me drew my curiosity.

She began to wiggle out of her panties, but instead of throwing them on the floor she placed them against her mouth and began to run her tongue on the crotch. I could see that they were soaked with her juices and a thick smear of cum that had leaked out of her pussy while she wore them home. She dabbed a bit of it on the end of her tongue and then leaned over and kissed me. Again I didn't really know what to do, so I just kissed her passionately as she slid her cum covered tongue in and out of my mouth exchanging the mans load between us. She then broke the kiss and looked at me saying, "I wish you had been there to share it with me. Next time we will do it together." She lapped up more cum from her panties and kissed me again...the salty, sweet, and alcohol flavored cum slowly slipped into my mouth as she kissed me deeply. Her tongue raced around sharing the cum with me while her hand furiously jerked up and down on my stiff cock.

That was when she grabbed my shoulders and began to push me down. "I want you to clean up my dirty kitty with your tongue..."

(to be continued....)

Many criminal cases, even when investigated by the most
experienced and best qualified investigators, are ultimately
solved by an admission or confession from the person responsible
for committing the crime. Oftentimes, investigators are able to
secure only a minimal amount of evidence, be it physical or
circumstantial, that points directly to a suspect, and in many
instances, this evidence is not considered strong enough by
prosecutors to obtain a conviction. In such cases, the
interrogation of the suspects and their subsequent confessions
are of prime importance.

This article addresses the question of why suspects speak
freely to investigators, and ultimately, sign full confessions.
The physical and psychological aspects of confession and how
they relate to successful interrogations of suspects are also
discussed, as is the "breakthrough," the point in the
interrogation when suspects make an admission, no matter how
minuscule, that begins the process of obtaining a full
confession.

DEFINING INTERROGATION

Interrogation is the questioning of a person suspected of
having committed a crime. (1) It is designed to match acquired
information to a particular suspect in order to secure a
confession. (2) The goals of interrogation include:

* To learn the truth of the crime and how it happened

* To obtain an admission of guilt from the suspect

* To obtain all the facts to determine the method of
operation and the circumstances of the crime in question

* To gather information that enables investigators to arrive
at logical conclusions

* To provide information for use by the prosecutor in
possible court action. (3)

Knowing the definition and objectives of the interrogation,
the question then asked is, "Why do suspects confess?"
Self-condemnation and self-destruction are not normal human
behavioral characteristics. Human beings ordinarily do not
utter unsolicited, spontaneous confessions. (4) It is logical
to conclude, therefore, that when suspects are taken to police
stations to be questioned concerning their involvement in a
particular crime, their immediate reaction will be a refusal to
answer any questions. With the deluge of television programs
that present a clear picture of the Miranda warning and its
application to suspects, one would conclude that no one
questioned about a crime would surrender incriminating
information, much less supply investigators with a signed, full
confession. It would also seem that once suspects sense the
direction in which the investigators are heading, the
conversation would immediately end. However, for various
psychological reasons, suspects continue to speak with
investigators.

SUSPECT PARANOIA

Suspects are never quite sure of exactly what information
investigators possess. They know that the police are
investigating the crime, and in all likelihood, suspects have
followed media accounts of their crimes to determine what leads
the police have. Uppermost in their minds, however, is how to
escape detection and obtain firsthand information about the
investigation and where it is heading.

Such "paranoia" motivates suspects to accompany the police
voluntarily for questioning. Coupled with curiosity, this
paranoia motivates suspects to appear at police headquarters as
"concerned citizens" who have information pertinent to the case.
By doing this, suspects may attempt to supply false or
noncorroborative information in order to lead investigators
astray, gain inside information concerning the case from
investigators, and remove suspicion from themselves by offering
information on the case so investigators will not suspect their
involvement.

For example, in one case, a 22-year-old woman was
discovered in a stairwell outside of a public building. The
woman had been raped and was found naked and bludgeoned.
Investigators interviewed numerous people during the next
several days but were unable to identify any suspects. Media
coverage on the case was extremely high.

Several days into the investigation, a 23-year-old man
appeared at police headquarters with two infants in tow and
informed investigators that he believed he may have some
information regarding the woman's death. The man revealed that
when he was walking home late one evening, he passed the area
where the woman was found and observed a "strange individual"
lurking near an adjacent phone booth. The man said that because
he was frightened of the stranger, he ran back to his home.
After reading the media accounts of the girl's death, he
believed that he should tell the police what he had observed.

The man gave police a physical description of the
"stranger" and then helped an artist to compose a sketch of the
individual. After he left, investigators discovered that the
sketch bore a strong resemblance to the "witness" who provided
the information.

After further investigation, the witness was asked to
return to the police station to answer more questions, which he
did gladly. Some 15 hours into the interrogation, he confessed
to one of his "multiple personalities" having killed the woman,
who was unknown to him, simply because the victim was a woman,
which is what the suspect had always wanted to be.

This case clearly illustrates the need for some suspects to
know exactly what is happening in an investigation. In their
minds, they honestly believe that by hiding behind the guise of
"trying to help," they will, without incriminating themselves,
learn more about the case from the investigators.

INTERROGATION SETTING

In any discussion concerning interrogation, it is necessary
to include a review of the surroundings where a suspect is to be
interrogated. Because there is a general desire to maintain
personal integrity before family members and peer groups,
suspects should be removed from familiar surroundings and taken
to a location that has an atmosphere more conducive to
cooperativeness and truthfulness. (5) The primary psychological
factor contributing to successful interrogations is privacy--
being totally alone with suspects. (6) This privacy prompts
suspects to feel willing to unload the burden of guilt. (7) The
interrogation site should isolate the suspect so that only the
interrogator is present. The suspect's thoughts and responses
should be free from all outside distractions or stimuli.

The interrogation setting also plays an important part in
obtaining confessions. The surroundings should reduce suspect
fears and contribute to the inclination to discuss the crime.
Because fear is a direct reinforcement for defensive mechanisms
(resistance), it is important to erase as many fears as
possible. (8) Therefore, the interrogation room should
establish a business atmosphere as opposed to a police-like
atmosphere. While drab, barren interrogation rooms increase
fear in suspects, a location that displays an open,
you-have-nothing-to fear quality about it can do much to break
down interrogation defensiveness, thereby eliminating a major
barrier. (9) The interrogators tend to disarm the suspects
psychologically by placing them in surroundings that are free
from any fear-inducing distractions.

PSYCHOLOGICAL FACTORS

More than likely, suspects voluntarily accompany
investigators, either in response to a police request to answer
questions or in an attempt to learn information about the
investigation. Once settled in the interrogation room, the
interrogators should treat suspects in a civilized manner, no
matter how vicious or serious the crime might have been. While
they may have feelings of disgust for the suspects, the goal is
to obtain a confession, and it is important that personal
emotions not be revealed. (10)

Investigators should also adopt a compassionate attitude and
attempt to establish a rapport with suspects. In most cases,
suspects commit crimes because they believe that it offers the
best solution to their needs at the moment. (11) Two rules of
thumb to remember are: 1) "There but for the grace of God go
I"; and 2) it is important to establish a common level of
understanding with the suspects. (12) These rules are critical
to persuading suspects to be open, forthright, and honest.
Suspects should be persuaded to look beyond the investigators'
badges and see, instead, officers who listen without judging.
If investigators are able to convince suspects that the key
issue is not the crime itself, but what motivated them to commit
the crime, they will begin to rationalize or explain their
motivating factors.

At this stage of the interrogation, investigators are on
the brink of having suspects break through remaining defensive
barriers to admit involvement in the crime. This is the
critical stage of the interrogation process known as the
breakthrough.

THE BREAKTHROUGH

The breakthrough is the point in the interrogation when
suspects make an admission, no matter how small. (13) In spite of
having been advised of certain protections guaranteed by the
Constitution, most suspects feel a need to confess. Both
hardcore criminals and first-time offenders suffer from the same
pangs of conscience. (14) This is an indication that their defense
mechanisms are diminished, and at this point, the investigators
may push through to elicit the remaining elements of confession.

In order for interrogators to pursue a successful
breakthrough, they must recognize and understand certain
background factors that are unique to a particular suspect.
Many times, criminals exhibit psychological problems that are
the result of having come from homes torn by conflict and
dissension. Also frequently found in the backgrounds of
criminals are parental rejection and inconsistent and severe
punishment. (15) It is important that investigators see beyond
the person sitting before them and realize that past experiences
can impact on current behavior. Once interrogators realize
that the fear of possible punishment, coupled with the loss of
pride in having to admit to committing mistakes, is the basic
inhibitor they must overcome in suspects, they will quickly be
able to formulate questions and analyze responses that will
break through the inhibitors.

SUCCESSFUL INTERROGATIONS

Investigators must conduct every interrogation with the
belief that suspects, when presented with the proper avenue,
will use it to confess their crimes. Research indicates that
most guilty persons who confess are, from the outset, looking
for the proper opening during the interrogation to communicate
their guilt to the interrogators. (16)

Suspects confess when the internal anxiety caused by their
deception outweighs their perceptions of the crime's
consequences. (17) In most instances, suspects have magnified,
in their minds, both the severity of the crime and the possible
repercussions. Interrogators should allay suspect anxiety by
putting these fears into perspective.

Suspects also make admissions or confessions when they
believe that cooperation is the best course of action. (18) If
they are convinced that officers are prepared to listen to all
of the circumstances surrounding the crimes, they will begin to
talk. The psychological and physiological pressures that build
in a person who has committed a crime are best alleviated by
communicating. (19) In order to relieve these suppressed
pressures, suspects explain the circumstances of their crimes
they confess.

And, finally, suspects confess when interrogators are able
to speculate correctly on why the crimes were committed.
Suspects want to know ahead of time that interrogators will
believe what they have to say and will understand what motivated
them to commit the crime.

CONCLUSION

It is natural for suspects to want to preserve their
privacy, civil rights, and liberties. It is also natural for
suspects to resist discussing their criminal acts. For these
very reasons, however, investigators must develop the skills
that enable them to disarm defensive resistors established by
suspects during interrogation. Before suspects will confess,
they must feel comfortable in their surroundings, and they must
have confidence in the interrogators, who should attempt to gain
this confidence by listening intently to them and by allowing
them to verbalize their accounts of the crimes.

Interrogators who understand what motivates suspects to
confess will be better able to formulate effective questions and
analyze suspect responses. Obviously, more goes into gaining a
confession than is contained in this article. However, if the
interrogator fails to understand the motivations of the suspect,
other factors impacting on obtaining the confession will be less
effective.

I confess I like little dicked guys. They are so angry. I've had big dicks and they are good but nothing makes me hornier than a angry little dicked guy who seeks retribution. My last bf had a little dick but he wanted me to cuck him with a big dick. The guy before that had a little dick and would work it. It's great too because they can slip it in my ass and I don't feel like I'm going to die. They are also super possessive which I love. Big dick guys don't appreciate pussy. They get too much of it. The best sex of my life was with a little dicked black guy who was soooo angry at the world. He made me pay for girls laughing at little dicks. I would taunt and try my best to humiliate him him before fucking so he would show me. The relationship didn't work out because little dicks have issues and black little dicks have major fucking issues but the sex was amazing.

I can not believe that this happened I have been feeling really ashamed about it and I hate myself, i have read so many incest posts on here and they always seem to have the time of their life and be extremely happy about it well im sorry but that did work for me i feel like topping myself n im scared that she will feel the same i really dont care what anyone thinks its not like they say in the posts its the worst feeling iv ever had anyway it was my brothers 18th birthday n I went down with my uncle to my mums where my mum my brother and my sister live ( I am a guy by the way) and we went on the Friday and his birthday was on the Saturday. Well my sister is a lesbian but she has been known to have the odd guy here and there and we have always been pretty close but nothing major.

Well we went to our local for his birthday drinks me, my mum, my uncle, my brother, my sister and started drinking and having a laugh then a few friends and family turned up and joined in and it was great he was having a great night getting pissed up and joking playing pool the usual things you do at a pub.

Once it closed up we went home where we had a load of beer and drinks and we carried on drinking and me and my sister started talking about our sexual experiences with girls and how they reacted with us not bragging but I have had no complaints iv got a big cock and I know what I'm doing with it and my sister has a big but firm ass and huge tits and I don't no what possessed me to do this but we were laughing and drunk and I stuck my hand down her top and grabbed her boob and she just laughed and didn't even pull away we! were up in her room at this time and we got up and started to go downstairs and I got the urge to grab her ass and I did as we were walking and again she didn't do anything about it she just grabbed my ass aswell and we laughed stopped and went back to drinking with the family.

As we carried on drinking and getting more and more drunk he touching each other got more and more aswell she kept grabbing my chest I'm not big built but I do go to the gym so I'm not exactly small and as we would walk from room to room we would slide our hands down each others pants n grab eachs others asses and id lso grab her boobs aswell and we would just laugh about it and carry on.

We had drunk far too much and had also been taking cocaine something I am never doing again because that stuff helps the beer push you to bad decisions and my sister had never done it before and I stupidly asked if she would want to try it. Using the frame of mind better she try it at home with us rather than out with other people again stupid reasoning but we had been doing it and eventually most people had left or gone to sleep and it ended up me, my sister and my uncle talking and drinking and I said right its time for bed and my sister agreed and we started going up the stairs and my uncle followed but went to the toilet and as he shut the door me and my sister went into her room and pushed the door so it wasn't closed but wasn't open and he lay down and I sat on the edge and we started talking and laughing and I budged her up and lay down next to her and we started talking about sex again but not what we had done with other people about what we liked with sex. ( I am writing this on my phone and battery is dying I'll finish it later)

The good news is: I found a guy to do stud service on my wife.

The bad news is: I didn't find him at this site.

But the Motherless boards get to take the credit anyway, because it was someone's Board post that led to it, as in, one thing leads to another.

His Ad was written very politely, but it specified an Asian or Latina female. Undoubtedly the moderators removed it within hours, but my timing was fortuitous.

I answered it, and the guy promptly sent me his various measurements, so I felt confident that we were on the same page. I described the situation, then I asked him for a dated mirror selfie. It arrived within five minutes.

After that, while we chatted, he seemed intelligent, sincere, and most important, possessing the right character traits, so I went to meet him in a parking lot near where he lives.

We talked about her, and that conversation went well, so a week later I had him visit a grocery store while she was inside, so that he could view her anonymously.

She's going to take him raw.

He's five inches (13cm) taller than I am, ninety pounds heavier (40kg), and he has a physical job, so he's strong.

My wife is petite.

It won't happen right away, but he's patient and he understands the why and the why-not. But when it does happen, he'll have her overnight, and he'll own her.

I get so fucking annoyed with people who can't spell or write intelligibly. How the hell are the rest of us supposed to figure out what you're saying when you can't even string together a coherent sentence?

For future reference:

The word is "came" not "cummed."

You "should have" done something, not "should of."

"You're" is a contraction of "you are."

"Your" is a possessive pronoun.

"There" is a word to indicate

"Their" is a plural possessive pronoun.

"They're" is a contraction of "they are."

"To" is a preposition.

"Two" is a number that comes between one and three.

"Too" is a word meaning "excessive, additional, also, etc."

The next person who writes nonsensical garbage in these forums will be strapped to a chair and forced to watch videos of people popping large boils. You've been warned.

I recently broke up with my hot girlfriend cuz shes a stupid slut so i got her back by cumming all over her possessions when she wasnt home. i came in her candles so it will burn in the air shes gonna be sniffin my cum and craving my cock like never before. i came on her toothbrush too

To the fucking cowardly and moronic owner and admins of this site: Congratulations on removing SOME of the psychopathic animal torturer's videos. You finally grew some tiny balls to go with your tiny faggot dicks.

Now explain why you couldn't quite muster the courage (an unfamilar word to you -- look it up) to remove ALL of his animal torture and murder videos. REALLY??? So did you make a "moral judgment" that dawg and cat crushing videos are unacceptable, but stomping a rabbit or other animal to death is cool??? HOW FUCKING RETARDED ARE YOU?

If, as is more likely, given your obvious lack of ANY human morals, you simply got scared, either from your inept legal "team," or your advertisers, and merely made a legal judgment, or business judgment, how is it that you believe the federal statute astute visitors to your site so compellingly jammed down your cum-filled throats mandates your ban of some animal crush videos, but not others. How, exactly, are you splitting that hair?

Finally, I DARE the great and mighty overlord himself, DEWEZ, (I won't even bother with his real name since he is so terrified of it he bans it from the boards like a fucking little crybaby) to come out of hiding, take his left hand off Randemonium's tiny dick and his right hand off his own, just long enough to address the filthy masses who called him on the issue and shamed his faggot ass into finally taking action, as half-assed as it was. Explain to all of us morons what caused you to finally see the light. Come on, motherfucker, admit you were wrong in allowing that shit here and disavow fucking little cunts like "Norde." These things, along with a FULL AND PERMANENT BAN on animal cruelty shit might actually go a ways toward restoring a small amount of respect folks USED TO HAVE for your piece of shit site. Stop being a crying little coward and come speak to us. You chicken-shitted, fat-assed faggot.

To "Norde": Fuck you, you psychopathic, sub-human piece of shit. If most humans on this planet had the same lack of conscience you possess, you would've been hunted down and crushed to death long ago. You owe your miserable, loser life to the fact that most people aren't like you. If you were a man, not an unloved psychopath, you wouldn't hide from us in anonymity. Why don't you tell us your name and location? Are you afraid of a fate worse than that you mete out to innocent animals? You fucking coward.

To MrExtreme and all the others who so brilliantly and forcefully jammed this issue down DEWEZ'S throat, and forced him to do what he resisted for so long (the right thing, which must have been so hard for him considering how dearly he loves watching animals being stomped and tortured to death): BRAVO AND CONGRATULATIONS!!! You people are heros and truly outstanding human beings. Thank you all for persevering, reporting, and keeping the issue alive.

Unfortunately, there remains work to do. We must stay aggressive and forceful until the very last of these videos has been removed. We cannot allow DEWEZ to get away with half-measures designed to do nothing more than placate the masses and shut them up until he can bring his precious videos back unnoticed. We must rid this site of every single one of them.

I am so proud of every person who posted, commented and took any other action on this issue. Well fucking done, people! We can rest when "Norde" no longer has this forum to use for his terrorization and pointless slaughter of
beautiful, innocent creatures.

Finally, if anyone has, or knows someone who has, the tech skills necessary to identify and track down "Norde," please let me know.