I use to be very impulsive when somebody (especially my mum and sis') critics me... I become really hungry and hurt people...

Such a bullshit, people doesn't understand i'm working on my character trying to behave better, act with less impulsiveness...

And today was the big day, my mum found out i was smooking marijuana for years and she's gonna throw me out...

Life is hard...

The invisible foot is the foot that white people have on the necks of blacks, Native Americans and others. It is called invisible because whites say they do not see it.

Race in America, a brief history: whites knocked blacks and Native Americans to the ground, beat them up, took their money and then put their foot on their neck. At first the foot barely allowed them to breathe. Now they can breathe more freely (what whites mean by, �It�s not as bad as it used to be.�) but the foot is still there. In what follows I will take just the case of blacks to keep it simple.

White people deny the foot is there:

They see the foot in past but not the present. So blacks must be imagining it.
They say blacks were not knocked down � they have always been down.
Or they were knocked down so long ago that no one alive can be blamed for it and, besides, blacks should have got up already! If they have not, that just proves there is something wrong with them. Maybe they were just born that way. Or maybe their Culture or Values are at fault. Certainly not any foot on their neck.
Oprah and Obama and other blacks standing up proves there is no foot on the necks of black people. Whites do not need to change a thing. Blacks just have to try harder! If they are good at standing up then they can go to a private school that will teach them how to stand up! So there is hope.
Jews and Asians are standing up, so what is wrong with black people?
They say blacks are just as evil - even though there is no black foot on their white neck.
The press sometimes runs stories on blacks who are lying on ground. They almost never say anything about the foot � or bring it up just to wave it off. Lying on the ground has little to do with white people.

Whites wear special glasses: Super Duper Racist Spectacles Tinted with Moral Blindness. Wearing these special glasses they cannot see the foot.

That money in their pocket? It just kind of got there by accident. Or through Hard Work. Or Free Markets. Or some other lie their parents and teachers taught them to say. It certainly did not come from blacks and natives: look at how poor they are!

Some blacks want at least part of the money back. They call it Reparations or something. But giving back any of it is Impossible. Besides, living a lie pays so much better.

But out of the corner of their eye, where they can kind of see how the world looks without their glasses, they sometimes see the foot. And deep down they know why they keep it there: They are afraid that if they remove it they will be knocked down, beat up, robbed and have a foot on their neck.

Hey all...I have a confession for ya...One the way home from work this afternoon i drove past a group of schoolgirls sitting on the grass waiting for the bus. I was in traffic and was driving very slowly past. I could not resist a quick glance in their direction. (trying not to be too obvious)..Anyway, i was prob about 20ft away from them when i noticed one girl was sitting with her knees spread slightly and i could see up her very sexy plaid skirt. So, the traffic has stopped now and i'm sitting almost directly in front of them. She was about 13or14 and had athletic legs and thighs...Her panties were white and i swear i could make out the outline of her pussy lips...My cock was hard as iron and i almost died when the traffic started to move on. Stroking my cock though my jeans i moved on, but not before my eyes locked on hers and she was smiling straight at me as she chatted to her friends....I bet she knew exactly what i was looking at and what reaction her hot little schoolgirl body was having on me....I drove home and jumped in the shower and wanked so hard i exploded several wads of cum all over the shower wall.....Can't wait till monday when i try and find her again...:)

I confess the best job ever was working at a Fotomat when I was 18. The youngsters might find this hard to believe, but you used to have to take your film to get developed by somebody else if you wanted your pictures. We went through every pic that came through that place, saw all kinds of hot nude chicks (including some we knew), hardcore shots, the whole nine yards. It would be fun when some slutty girl would come pick up her pictures and I'd be thinking "ha, I've already seen you with a cock in your ass."

I was fortunate enough to enjoy watching my daughter shower pretty much all through her highschool years.. I had two different vantage points in which to peep on her. A hole in the ceiling above the shower where I watched her rub her hands all over her soapy body, and a 2" inch gap under the door that I used a small mirror to look under the door with a perfect view of her shaved pussy as she dried off. It was very hard not losing control and just walking in on her with a noticeable hard on bulging in my pants for her to see.. I have honesty seen her naked enough tines I know every inch of her tight litter body. I just wish I had worked up the balls to Jack my throbbing hard on and fully expose it right in front of her. To late now....she turned 18 and moved to her own place. I want her to cone over unannounced and catch me masterbating.

I confess that I am in other peoples houses for work. If their is a hot girl living there I will find an excuse to get into the laundry room, find a pair of dirty panties, go to the bathroom and beat my meat sniffing that hot, strange cunt. If I am really lucky I will find a nice streak mark from a dirty butthole. Once I found some nice crusty white marks; I licked them and practically blew my load so hard I thought I was going to have to clean jizz off of my face.

I hate traveling for work. What I do can be done remotely. I'm the guy relaxing at the coffee shop, or the library, sitting in the mall, anywhere I have a decent wifi connection and I'm good. On rare occasions I have to travel onsite and it sucks. This particular time was a favor for a friend. He had too much on his plate to do the job so it fell to me. Kiss the wife, hug the kids, off I go to San Diego.

The whole flight I kept starring at the letterhead on the proposal. I could swear I knew the logo, knew the name of the firm, but couldn't place it. Even when I made it to SD I couldn't quite figure out how I knew that firm. Hotel didn't do early checkin, no big deal it's a roller an a backpack I can manage. I debated about renting a car an then just hailed a cab. The firm was massive, huge lobby, hot receptionist. She took my name and told me it'd be a moment.

It wasn't until I heard the click of the heels, the gasp, and the soft voice that it clicked and I knew why the name was familiar. Standing behind me was my ex from high school. Yay awkward professional environment. She found out that morning that I'd be the one handling the job. Her boss assigned her as my babysitter while I was here. Jane didn't think it was funny, her boss probably did. Jane offered a tour of the place. I asked where I could leave my bags and the receptionist stashed them for me. I kept pace so I wouldn't stare at Jane's ass. She'd grown from the high school girl into a beautiful woman. I noticed the ring, lucky guy. She rattled off about this office or that person and I just nodded and kept going. I was here to fix the system, everything else was a distraction.

After the tour I offered to buy Jane lunch. I admitted I'd taken a cab and that I hadn't checked in yet. Just to make it overly awkward I threw in "not a date" and the smile on her face said I'd hit my mark. I was fine with taking a cab but she offered to drive. We picked up the bags and headed to some Thai place. Lunch was great. Conversation was all business until that ran out. Then things went personal. I was married, I had kids. She was married, had a little girl. We stayed away from the "since high school" cliche. I think both of us wanted to avoid talking about that part. Eventually I picked up the check. Again I offered to get a cab so as not to inconvenience her. She insisted on dropping me off at the hotel.

It was in the hotel parking lot where I sensed something was wrong. Instead of just dropping me off she parked on the side. She seemed distracted and suddenly started sobbing. She'd caught her husband Brad cheating 2 weeks ago. They were not separated. Her daughter was up with her parents for the summer and she really didn't want to go home to an empty house. I was the shoulder to cry on and I let her sob it out. I offered dinner plans and asked if she wanted to share the room. Room was already booked. She smiled and asked if I'd rather stay at her house. I started to talk about the cancellation policy and she laughed. The firm did a lot of business with this hotel, she could fix it with a single call. Hearing her laugh made me feel better. I hadn't realized we were holding hands, but I did notice her hand on my thigh. She rubbed a little bit and smiled. I didn't fight it and pretty soon my pants were unzipped.

She had her phone in one hand and my cock in her other hand. I could hear the lady's standard hotel greeting. Jane rattled off her friend's name and the lady said it'd be a moment. Jane smiled and started sucking. When her friend came on the line she popped off and started jerking me hard. She told her friend she needed to cancel the room. When the friend started talking she popped back on. 20 minutes of off and on and me having to be as quiet as possible. Once Jane hung up she worked her magic. She knew how close I was, and she didn't care. It felt amazing to drain my balls in her mouth. She stayed on a few moments longer and sucked me dry, swallowing every last drop. I tried not to laugh when she said "hope you wife doesn't mind I borrowed you".