I am searching for a movie. I just remember there was a jung girl sitting on a disabled man and they are makin catnoises and kissing and than he runs away and wiped.
hope u guys can help me find it ;)

Today I played the hitchhiking game. Get on a bus to a random location, have no money and trying to hitch my way back home. The trick is to wear something a bit flashy, like tight pants, but not so that you look like a hooker. Soon enough I got a lift from a cute young guy who was on his way back home after dropping off his wife and her best friend at a local market. He told me that the road I was walking wasn't all that safe, with most cars speeding and no sidewalk. Hidden underneath a blanket I noticed a wheelchair. When I asked him about it he said that he has a muscle illness and needed it for longer distances. I felt a bit bad for him, but knew from my experience with other people with a disability that petty isn't something they like to receive. So I told him that it's awesome he can drive a car, to which he replied: "Driving makes me feel free."

When we arrived at my place, I asked if he wanted to come upstairs for some cookies I baked the day before. Maybe it was his naïveté, but he agreed, saying that he was a bit hungry anyway. Haha, he fell for my trap. When we got to my apartment, I told him he could sit anywhere and I'd bring him something to eat. Out of his sight, in the kitchen, I quickly undressed completely, grabbed some cookies and walked over to him. The look on his face was priceless. He looked at me from top to bottom as I walked over and sat on his lap. I could feel his boner poke me through his pants, I said: "Do you want cookies now? Or do you want to keep them for desert?"

He was dumbfounded, so I put the cookies down, slid off his lap and undid his pants. "You don't need to say anything, I know what this guy wants": I said as I started to suck his cock. Haha, poor guy came almost instantly. Of course I gobbled it all up. That is what good girls do.

I grabbed his hand and guided him to my bedroom, where I laid on the bed, spread my legs and asked if he could do me too. He shuffled over timidly, got onto the bed and started touching me. First my inner thigh with his fingers, slowly inching forward towards my vagina. Another hand reached for my right breast. He was good, but the best was yet to come. He started to kiss my belly, my pubic area and finally my clit. A finger went inside my vagina, then another one, all while he was teasing me with his tongue. He was a hidden gem! How can there be such a talented guy stuck with only one girl? Life isn't fair. His rhythmic movements were synchronized with my body movement. It was like he could read my mind and by god, the orgasm that I had left me dazed for at least half an hour.

When I recovered I noticed he had a boner again. Time for round two! I pushed him onto his back, pulled down his pants and straddled him without hesitation. He had a surprisingly big penis, but that has never been a problem for me. I held his arms down over his head and moved my hips to make his cock slide inside my wet and dirty pussy. "I'm going to fuck you till there is no more cum inside your balls": I said as I started to thrust away. How often did he come? Not sure, but in the end he was in tears and my vagina filled with his sperm.

Now if you think I over did it, I beg to differ. He is coming over again tomorrow and wants the same treatment. As for now, it is only noon. So there is time for another hitchhiking game today. I hope my next victim is as fun as my newest fuckbuddy.

eternal damnation of the twisted mind; ok guys heres my confession, for as long as i can remember iv always wanted to feel normal, but i never have, no im not a gender bender or closet gay, but in my own diagnosis from endless research, i am a monster, the kind of things nightmares are made out of,and no i wasnt abused as a child, or have a domineering mother, i have no disability and i wasnt bullied at school, i wish and wish and pray to high heaven that my demons would subside, that i could be happy with a house a wife and kids, but that doesnt interest me at all , the thought of that makes me suicidal.the thought of working everyday for the rest of my life, abiding the law, laying down and taking crap, living by other peoples rules of right and wrong makes me physically sick. reason for my diagnosis...i dont think like normal people, i dont get disgusted at the horrific, studies on sphycotic serial killers reveal their inner windings, and i am 85 percent identical, it doesnt stop there, as long as i can remmeber iv been attracted to underage girls, not just old-legal, old puberty, i have sick, degrading and often voilent thoughts, the range of my fantasies goes from everything, from kids to beast to rape to degration even murder, yes thats right murder and i dont mean thinking bout it when i get pissed off i mean actually fantasising,rush of pleasure when thinking of choking someone, actually picturing a knife severing skin,planning down to a t the perfect murder and selected victims etc etc, the list could go on, i have planned my whole life, from the time i became aware of my condition i have portrayed a perfect "innocent" image of myself to others, minus a few rookie mistakes,everyday, for years and years. purely on the intention of if i ever act on my volcanic urges, that no one would suspect little old me, (you have to admit thats dedication to your art).now the awkward part...the 15 percent of me that craves normality. i have not yet acted on these impulses,the amount of times iv been ready to go on a spree that would garauntee to shock the world, i would litterally pray that i had a non-curable illness (see movie-saw)to then have an excuse to do what i want, the only thing that has stopped me from doing any of these things, my family, i couldnt bare them live with the shame of my name over their heads, my mother who is damn near a saint, my three lovely sisters, and my hard working father,it is because of them my enemies are safe to sleep at night, and the people of this world dont shudder at my name. god forbid if anything ever happens to them and i lose them, or they dissown me for whatever reason, then youll all know my name and this post will be the marking of my literary warped confession. being only 21 myself, there is plenty of time for this jekyl and hyde side of me to cease battling eeach other and show the world what were made of. untill then my friends, i leave you with one thought, is it better to die knowing you did everything u want but with a bad name, or to live a long life, and die an old unhappy man, filled with regrets, a wasted life. au revior

Warning sad post

A while ago I lost a friend of mine. He was born with a muscle illness. So I can't say his death came as a surprise. I met him a couple of years ago through the internet. After some back and forth, I finally gave in to his requests and met up with him (something I really never do). He thought it was a date and when I told him it wasn't, I saw the saddest eyes ever. I mean, puppy eyes were no match. Turned out I was the only girl to ever meet up with him. He did try hookers, but even they hung up on him when he told them his situation. At that point I felt so sorry for him I went to his place where we engaged in the saddest, awkwardest petty sex ever.

First time sex can be difficult for a normal person, but imagine how difficult it is when you have no point of reference. There is no disabled porn, because most disabilities are too unique. The guy had no idea what would work for him. So his first time was a huge learning experience, also for me. In the end, his first time was less sad than I expected, although he came almost instantly the moment my lips touched his dick.

I wanted to help him out and told him that if he wanted to practice more, he could contact me...and that is how we became fuck buddies.

Now my confession: I think we were more than just fuck buddies. I was his confidant. Normally, I just fuck random guys with no emotional attachment, but I went back to him all the time. I did with him things I would normally not do with others. Seeing him grow happier and more confident made me happy. Through me, he gained more confidence and managed to land hookups more frequently. It made me so proud. He introduced me to some of his friends who also wanted to gain experience. Then he introduced me to other guys, strangers. I learned how exciting raw risky sex is, but that is a different story.

Tl;dr:
I wanted to teach a disabled man how to have sex, but in the end he taught me something about myself.

That awkward, if not surprising moment you learn that your uncle in a nursing home with dementia used to fuck your younger, hot, former prostitute wife.

So, I've posted about my wife on here before. I'm 42 and she's 25. I met her when she was 19 and got her off the street after 3 years of turning tricks. Gave her a place to stay (mother-in-law suite) and even though she is hot as hell, graciously turned down her offer of sex as repayment for the safe place to stay. That's when our relationship turned to courting, dating and very quickly, marriage and kids. But I digress.

I have an uncle that I see rarely and had to drop off some items that my mom wanted him to have. As we pulled in to the assisted living facility, the wife started getting a little tense. Even though we still invite others into our bedroom on occasion, it is done very discreetly due to the life we've built and how hard she's worked to be a different woman. We have a secret signal if we come across a former Trick in social situations. It's happened, but only twice. Anyway, I noticed she was a bit tense, but didn't ask. As we walked through the hallway to my uncle's apartment, her steps got smaller and when we got to the door, she was pale. That's when I realized what exactly was going on.

I established early on that she could always tell me about her past without any fear of judgement or repulse from me. It was important for me to hear, but more important that she knew she could tell me anything. So I already knew that most of her Johns were seniors. They would pay more for a younger beautiful woman and they treated her better than younger guys. Most importantly, it kept her from giving $15 blow jobs in alleys or behind stores (though she had a few times). It was a reliable stable of Johns who got their Social Security and Disability checks at the beginning of the month. Turns out, she had 3 in this facility and one was my uncle.

He opened the door and we walked inside. The wife was silent and tried not to be noticed, but he eventually recognized her, even though her hair and everything about her has changed. Not to mention, she went from a size 2 to a size 8 after three kids (round in all the right places now). Anyway, with the developing dementia, he didn't comprehend that this was my wife, he just thought I had found his "favorite hooker" for him.

The wife was nervous and was more afraid of what I was thinking than anything. My uncle's hard on was pushing against his pajama bottoms, so we knew what he had in mind. I told her that any decision she made was fine with me, but if she decided to fuck him, he had to wear a condom since he still was fucking hookers. He blew his first load after about 30 seconds, but she stayed in bed with him and got him hard again after about 30 minutes. This time he fucked her for about 40 minutes. She relaxed after her first orgasm and started to enjoy it. Since this was "family" she made love to him instead of fucking him like a hooker would. Once he blew his second load, he got out of bed, looked at me and said, "I'm gonna go take a shower. Go ahead and take a turn. My treat."

Although he was not trying to be insensitive, it was the first time that someone had actually treated her like a "hooker" in front of me. She felt shame and it was obvious. I on the other hand, was rock hard and wanted her to know that I WAS NOT ashamed of her. I made love with her, even though it didn't last long. I was turned on and came after about 5 minutes, but the message was made clear.

We got dressed and my uncle came out and asked how much he owed her for both of us. She smiled and said, "You made love to me so well, I should be paying you! This one's on the house." She gave him a kiss and a hug, and we went back home and I took my time making love to my former hooker wife.

I confess I'm listening to my parents fuck and it's turning my on! I'm not a kid btw I'm a 27 y/o disabled guy still living at home.

Can we establish a world sex month for people with a disability?

I used to know a couple of guys with severe disabilities and they told me how tough it is to gain experience. They were talking about the obvious difficulties of socializing, but also hookers refusing or charging extra. It just seemed like the world was against them having sex. Please join me throughout May to break the taboo and over come the prejudices surrounding sex and disabilities. I've been trying for years, but it just doesn't seem to help.

If you have questions or input, let me know :)

Why the kills?
I have seen a few videos on the "most commented" list on the frontpage lately, with animals being brutaly killed. What is the deal with this? How can that slip through the censor? And that clip with the disabled guy beeing wanked by a nurse ... Fuck sake, its awful.

OK so here is my deal.

I am 52 yo basically a bum. I get disability payments after being injured at my last job, too lazy to get a different job, have enough money to get buy - its a private disability insurance, not that pittance the government gives you. I am kind of funny looking and a bit overweight.

So anyway, about two months ago my roommate switched his head meds and decided I am a minion of Satan or something. So I had to look for a different place.

So this girl - friend of a friend - offered me her couch to crash for the night. She is a burned-out stripper - now she is the bartender at the strip club where she is too old and ugly to strip. So anyway I ended up banging her that night - at my age if a 30 yo burned out stripper wants you to bang her its a good deal.

So anyway she said its ok to stay a bit more and I banged her a few more times.

Anyway, its been two months now and I am basically living with this chick.

She is kind of stupid and annoying, but what the fuck.

She has a 9 yo daughter, cutest thing ever, and very smart. And now she decided she wants me to be her new daddy. (The original daddy is doing some serious prison time. The last 'daddy' beat her and her mom and tried to molest her.)

Its a bit overwhelming, this came totally out of nowhere - and I figured out why the girl was getting into trouble at school (she needed glasses - and if she eats anything with artificial food die in it, she starts acting out - not a rare thing at all) - fixed those two things my second week there, even paid for the glasses
.

So now my gf or whatever wants me to deal with all the school stuff cause 'you are so good at it'. She works weird hours and sleeps in the morning and I basically don't have anything to do so its not too bad.

Its overwhelming. Not sure exactly what to do. Like I said the girl (the mom) is a good fuck, but stupid. Basically stupid white trash.

But if I leave she will get a new bf who will probably be a bigger fuckup than me - and what is wore a meaner fuck up - and that will not be good for the little girl. I love the little girl (no pervy stuff, shut the fuck up guys) - and she loves me.

The mom spends most of her off-work hours now sleeping and smoking pot - and I become the primary caregiver for the child.

Thoughts?

Looking for an old scene of a classic or vintage (possibly) French movie of a (possibly blonde) woman babysitting or taking care of a guy who is pretending to be mentally disabled. I think he is wearing red shorts and playing with a train or something while she seduces him.

Thanks.

Im a disabled guy with md in his twenties from the uk. Interested in any fun, any thoughts on how I can achieve this because its a little difficult in this situation. Nobody is ever interested and why would they be? Just throwing that out there. Cheers.