I confess that I'm working today with a butt plug up my arse. I've been dripping precum in to my pants in all the conference calls I've been on. Feels great, going to do it every day.

Within 30 mins of my girlfriend leaving this morning I had already riden my 16" dildo and 4 stage butt rocket...stretching my craving arse to 4" diameter but I need more because these days they barely milk any spunk and leave me feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. What I really need is someone to give me a good fisting!

my new favorite joke

A man walks into a bar with his pet monkey.

He sits down at the bar to have a drink when the bartender screams,

"Did you see what your Monkey just did?"
"No, what?" asks the man

"He just ate the cue ball off my pool table...WHOLE!"

"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy,

"He eats everything in sight, I'm sorry. I'll pay for the cue ball and stuff."

The guy finishes his drink, pays his bill, pays for the stuff the
monkey ate and leaves.

Two weeks later the guy is in the bar again and has his Monkey with
him. He orders a drink and the Monkey starts running around the bar again.

While the man is finishing his drink, the Monkey finds a bowl of
Maraschino Cherries on the bar.

He grabs one, sticks it up his butt, pulls it out and eats it. Then
the Monkey finds a peanut, again sticks it up his butt, pulls it out and eats it.

The bartender is disgusted,

"Did you see what your Monkey did now?"

"No, what?" replied the man.

"Well, he stuck a cherry and a peanut up his arse, pulled them out
and ate them!" said the bartender.

"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," the guy replied,

"He still eats everything in sight but ever since he had to shit
that cue ball, he measures everything first."

I yearn for . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences that were had in times long past. Experiences and encounters in locations and venues that were almost always dark, often dingy and always redolent with the smell of sweat, sperm and sleaze . . . with some even having the intoxicating overtone of stale piss.
Those venues might be public toilets – often in parks and always late in the night – or bookshop backrooms – especially those with labyrinthine corridors made built from ply, painted black and featuring small booth-like rooms with vinyl mattresses on the floor or rough-hewn holes carved in walls at the height that a cock may be inserted. Dark warrens lit only by red light so weak you could hardly make out the bodies lurking ominously around the corners, waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting for you to walk past very slowly. No words were spoken. No permission sought. Fluids exchanged. When you’d slaked your thirst, you’d leave . . . and, by the time you got to your car – often parked a few blocks away, lest somebody recognise it and tie you to this place – you’d already be thinking that you could easily go back in for another encounter . . . or two . . . or three . . .
Or the location might be a grove of trees or dense shrubs in a park, or on a headland where families picnicked in the day as they admired the view and dreamed that one day they might have their house in such a place . . . indeed YOU might visit this same place the next day with your family and have in the front of your mind other, more prurient thought than your cousins, brothers, sisters . . . yes, and even wives . . . who lay on grass where you know sperm was spilled just the night before. “Come!” you say, beckoning them. “Come with me, let me show you something!” and you entice them through the well-trod tracks to the wind-swept cliff where, not 12 hours before, you emptied your guts into a stranger’s bowels.
And still at other times, the venue might be a sad, old cinema long past its prime, showing a never-ending stream of grainy 8mm porn. The cracked and torn leather of the seats sticking to your bare arse as you thrust your oh-so-very-strong erection upward toward the beckoning hand of the stranger alongside whom you have sat. His jeans rolled up around his ankles – just as yours are. His cock beckoning in the gloom as the gritty and grainy porn flickers on the screen. Both of you sit side-by-side, eyes affixed to the screen, but yet darting the left or right to catch a glimpse of his cock and marvel how it gleams and you wonder how it might taste . . . you reach toward it, his hips thrust upward giving you permission (not that you doubted it would be given) as he sucks in his breath when your fingers enclose the silken, soft skin around the bone-hard shaft that twitches and throbs under the touch of your hand. The skin feels softer, silkier, smoother than yours and you reflect on why it always does. You wonder if yours feel softer, silkier and smoother to all of those who have reached out as you are . . . but soon such thoughts are driven away as other, more compelling and irresistible thoughts erupt behind your eyes and you find yourself leaning over and wondering if (perhaps even hoping that) he will vomit his cock-snot into your mouth.
The best part of this rundown old cinema is the toilet. You head toward the green sign beside the screen, through a concrete-rendered tunnel for a few metres and into a room with a concrete piss-trough and a cubicle or two. There are no doors – at least not any more. There is no ventilation and the stench is overpowering, but you came here for this . . . you crave it . . . you live for it. In the piss-trough are countless fag-ends soaked with the rank, stale piss of dozens of others like you. There is a chain on the old concrete cistern that could flush, but you doubt that chain has been pulled for weeks – or even months. There is a very sad old faggot lying in the trough scooping the butts over his cock and into his mouth. He is, of course, naked and his floppy old cock no longer able to get hard. The skirt he wore lies beneath him but he still has his red stilettos on and he whimpers and begs you to use him as a toilet. You oblige, of course. Why wouldn’t you? And, as you relieve yourself into his pathetic, simpering, ugly face you wonder how long it is going to take until it is you that begs and pleads for exactly what this disgusting old faggot is begging for.
Why are all such places now closed? What has changed that makes them no longer viable businesses? I have tried, over the years, to encourage similar events in my home (post-divorce, sadly), but the atmosphere, the spontaneity, the rank, foul sleaze just cannot be recreated in a garage . . . and anyway, the amount of time spent advertising it, answering stupid questions of people who have no right to ask and sheer effort of preparing the space are simply not warranted for the one or two who do actually arrive.
And so now I yearn . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences I had back then and know that, if I could, I WOULD be that sad old faggot lying in the stench of the cold concrete piss-trough whimpering and simpering for all to use me as little more than what I have become.
“Take your photos!” I would implore. “Piss, Spit, Snot into my open mouth!” I would entreat. “Blow your cock snot deep into my faggot arse!” I would beseech. “No load refused . . . I don’t care!” I would growl in deep, guttural tones that echo the true state of my mind.

I confess!
So, Saturday I was forced by my girlfriend (She is 23 and I’m 25) to go to her older sisters (Who is 32 and has two kids) Halloween party. Now this is not a complete problem but I hate partying and getting drunk. Anyway, I drive up us up there and we go in. My girlfriend is 5 foot 5 and a bit and is wearing a very slutty costume, showing off her massive arse and her big tits. I on the other hand went simple I was a pirate. My girlfriend says hello to her sister and her uncle and we both take a drink (I had water) and sit at the table. It was dead. I ask the sister, lets call her Ann whom is 5 foot 7 with love big tits the size of watermelons, where is everybody? Turns out we got there half an hour early and the middle sister was turning up with her kids too. Ann was wearing a lady Frankenstein get up with wig and face paint and was not wear shoes or sock, just saying I have a huge thing for female feet and she has damn nice feet but by this point I was board so I sat on the couch in the living room.

I was watching some cheesy horror movie when I felt a pat on my right shoulder. It was my girlfriend’s niece (She is 18), we will call her Beth, she laughs at me and say hello and asked if I wanted a real drink, I of course said no as I was driving. She walked off and jumped on my girlfriend. As she did I got a good glimpse of her nice tight butt, no underwear too, that will stay with me for a while. But this confession is not about Beth, it is about the sisters of my girlfriend.

While I have a second let me point out, I didn’t sleep with them, I would never do such a thing to my girlfriend, although I to wish I had the balls sometimes. If you want to stop reading that is fine I understand but I want to confess what happen that night and the why I feel now.

Back to the confession. My watched beeped at seven and just ten minutes later in walked, lets call this sister to my girlfriend Tracy. Tracy is about 5 foot 6 maybe 7, and what might be class a curvy, not fat or BBW but on the larger side. Her kids ran in and jumped right into the food. She smiled at me and I gave a smirk. She was looking fine in her day of the day costume, very short skirt and open cleavage. If I was to guess she was an E maybe an F in cup size. She walked through and grabbed herself a drink. Beth came back into the living room and put on some music, drowning out the sound of the movie I was watching so I got up and walked into the kitchen to find all three sisters chatting. Of course, I took hold, of what I could, of my girlfriend’s arse and smiled at her sisters. Ann asked some basic question like how was work and did I get the email about her phone she wanted fixing. (I repair phones and computers for a company) I told her it’s fine and while I’m here go get me the phone and I’ll see what I can do.

The rest of the night until 8:40 was normal, my girlfriend, Tracy and Ann had more than enough wine and cocktails and where very drunk at this point. I sat back in the same place as before and watched My girlfriend dance with Beth, Ann stood laughing with one of her friend that turned up early. Tracy decided to sit in a chair that was almost directly in front of me. She was tired from all the dancing and knocked back her drink. I watched her all the while trying to make it show that I wasn’t she looked as if she would pass out but didn’t. I pulled myself a little over to the left and to my fucking luck saw what I yearned I would see. Right in front of my eyes I could see right up her short skirt and right to the arse where her Knickers should had been, but I found myself looking at her pussy. Her slit was neat and looked so tight, only a few pubs but they where growing back through. I must have been looking for a good 30 seconds because I felt myself come back to reality.

Tracy then stood up and went into the kitchen I didn’t move, I stayed where I was. My heart raced like a train, prying I hadn’t been caught the first time looking up a skirt. But to my relief she walked back out, drink in hand and began dancing with my girlfriend. I was as hard as a rock; I didn’t know what to do so I when to the bathroom. I locked the door and took out my cock. Just under 8 inches it stood like a pole in Ann’s bathroom. I tried to stay calm breathing in and out but it didn’t work. So, the only option was to wank as fast as I could and put it down. I look around for inspiration, like a magazine or looked on my phone but I had no access to the internet. Thank the gods, in the far corner of the bath room was a washing basket. I moved over and looked inside, I pulled out Ann’s wore knickers. I had struck gold and I put them right up against my noise and sniffed for at least 20 seconds. The smell was amazing, the best smelling pussy I had ever smelt.
I think I came in under a minute and placed the underwear in my pocket of the costume. It blended in nicely.

The rest of the night was uneventful until Ann when to bed early and the party started to end, my girlfriend asked me to go check on Ann as she had drunk a lot of wine and wanted to say goo by to Tracy. Me being a gentleman agreed and made my way up the stairs to fine her passed out. Half naked. She was laying on her king size bed with nothing on but a thong. In shook I simple walked out but something came over me, maybe it was the real me but I walked back in and walked over to the bed where Ann lay passed out on her back, her tits on view. I slowly reached out, using my index finger and thumb I pinched, very gently, her nipple. No response at all not even a filch I whipped out my phone and to two good pictures of her tits and face. While I had the chance, I moved to the end of the bed and took her beautiful feet in my hands. They smelt just right for my taste and I knew it was now or never to get a taste of her feet.

I gently pull out my tongue and licked her soles, her left and her right. I was in heaven it was the best moment of my life. I treated my self to sucking her toes all ten entered my mouth. I will never forget her taste and smell, not too soon anyway. I took two more pictures of her feet and pull her cover over her body and shut the door behind me. When I got home I fucked my girlfriend and fucked her to my liking, I needed to after touching up her sister.

Anyway, that is my confession, I hope you all enjoyed. If you have had anything like this happen to you then please feel free to comment below! If you want to hear more about my sexual experiences then please say so, I’ll have to make an account if I get enough support!

Thanks for reading!