Ever had an ugly chick on the side?

I've always been the man who goes after the hot women, and I had my fair share of luck, married a beautiful woman, but when you get to some age, you start reminiscing, and realizing, how much sex you denied, just because, on initial contact, you showed zero interest in an ugly woman, or two.

This thought haunted me for some time, and all the thinking led me to this, old friend of mine, who is now divorced, with three kids. I mean, she is ugly, not kind of interesting, or passable - really ugly. Only upside is, that she has huge tits, that became even bigger and saggier since she hit 40.

So, I decided to test my theory, that she wanted to do it with me, but I never gave her any signal that I would - and it worked. I don't do it very often, any time I get bored, or get some time, so, I don't know, once or month, or even rarer.

Sex is amazing. First time we fucked, I accidentally came on her hair, and she didn't mind. It only progressed from there. Fucked her face, upside down, with full on thrusting, she was gagging, and as she was spitting out, all the spit rained down her face, and into her eyes... So fucking hot.

I have slapped her, spit on her, pulled her hair, called her every name in the book, and she just takes it all, with pleasure.

Amazing. Best sex I ever had.

I took money for sex for a few months many years ago. It still excites me but it also still haunts me. 

I want to confess that years ago I worked for a time as a prostitute during university. Now its about to come back and haunt me. One of my clients has moved into the town where I live.
For so long I've dreaded this happening, bumping into one of the clients. Every time since i stopped,when I would go somewhere where there were people, i would scan the room with my eyes to ensure i knew none of the men there. I could work for an intelligence agency i became that good at doing it so quickly. Only then could i relax. This would range from clubs, bars, restaurants, external work meetings, gyms or any place people would gather in a crowd.
Time has passed. Moved back near where i grew up. Done the whole domestic suburban thing. Marriage, mortgage, family. All that is short is a dog to complete the picture. Have a bit of a career (not a great career) with a good company that pays me very very well. In the last couple of years i relaxed. I'm in my 30's now. That whole prostitute thing is far behind me. I dont look like i did back then.I'm older, hair is a different colour and style.Old friends would know me but not a guy from a half hour of sex. I believed at some point that i wouldn't be recognised to a casual observer.
Then a couple of weeks ago, I was walking over to get my hair done for a party and passed a random man. Its the type of place thats small enough where people sometimes casually say hi or hello and carry on. As i passed him i smiled, he smiled and i just was about to say hello thinking he was someone i vaguely recognised from somewhere in town. I could see his face as we passed and he was thinking something similar that he knew me from somewhere. This all happened an instant. It felt like someone hit me.My heart nearly came out through my chest as I knew his face. I knew it from the past. The feeling of absolute dread came over me. I carried on walking. Got to where I was going and sat down. Got my breath back. While getting my hair done, realised that he may not be someone from my past. Even if he was, its most likely he was passing through or visiting someone in the town. I would have seen him around before otherwise. So i managed to relax. I used have a plan on what i would do if i did meet a former client. Nothing of that plan came back to me.
It's all going fine after that fright. Then on a recent morning school run, there he was dropping off his son. He said hello. I don't even know if i gave any reply. He asked if i remembered him and he named the university and city i had been in. I was grasping at the thought he we must have been in uni together. He was talking casually but, the way he was looking at me, the way he stood, I knew what was going through his mind. He was remembering exactly how he knew me. He's moved to the town I live in. I have no memory after that. Do not recall how i got to work, just that in work people were giving me a coffee and asking if i was ok. Some asked if I needed to go home.
2 days ago I met him again. When i say met, i could see him from down the street on the opposite side and he crossed over. He deliberately made a point to come up to me. You should have seen the sneer on his face when he said hello. I think it was meant to be a smile. I couldnt walk past him without making a scene of some sort so was stuck there with him. Part of the final conversation with him is that he remembers me and it was really good times. While he didn't say what he remembers, by the intonation of his voice and the look on his face, we both knew what he was talking about. His final words as i managed to walk away were about catching up on old times and his hoping he will see me soon again. He laughed when he said that.

So why am i putting all that on here. I need to do something. I cant sleep properly. I'm tired. I can't think. I want the whole thing to go away. It's not like i can tell anyone about all of this. I read somewhere one time, when you have a problem, write it all out. It clears the mind. Read it back and the whole problem becomes easier to manage.
So there, maybe it will help

So these beauties belong to my ex girlfriends 24 yr old daughter.  We were talking about peoples feet,  when she asked me what i think about hers,  and i said they were nice.  She asked me if i had a fetish for woman's feet. I was kinda of shy answering, but she insisted. I said yeah.  So she said,  take a picture. I was like, no its ok. So she took the photo and sent it to me later during the day.  Now I'm haunted by her feet.  I just want to suck on her toes.  I wanna ask,  but u know how it goes.  

i just want to confess i would totally tap Amber Montana from the haunted Hathaways

and as soon as breanna yde hits 16 i would tap that too.

do you guys have any teen stars you would tap now or when they is no longer old.

i would fly them out to the Netherlands or some African country so it would be legal lol.

*soz for the lack of pics, google their name :D*

I regret my past.

I am 45, married to a wonderful man, but my past haunts me, and that is the reason I am here.

I was very free spirited, when younger, had more than a handful of men, and even after dates with men I never wanted to see again, I would usually give head, for them not to feel let down.

After one of the parties, I was left alone with four "friends", from which I had sex with one, and I gave bj to another, before, and we were all drunk and more than that, the room was full of sexual charge, and they wanted me to do something with them. The two I had previous encounters before, already had their cocks out, but I was aware enough to evade this, I told them they can watch, and I did kind of a striptease, but I only got my top off.

This ended in them pleasuring themselves, all four of them, and finishing on my breasts. One of them filmed the whole thing.

The day after, he told me he deleted it, and I took his word for it, only to realize, years later, when I stumbled upon a porn site, and after seeing all the home made videos, that men never delete those. Since then, I have been roaming porn sites, with amateur content, looking for myself.

This thing would end my marriage, for sure, and I can't believe, that I could have been that stupid. My only hope is, that cameras weren't as good then, and that it got lost in some phone transfer. But I am still looking.

As a child, Volk grew up in a home that was haunted by strange inexplicable pounding noises. His sisters had blankets ripped off of them in their bedroom and saw an old woman appear. Eventually, his parents sought out a priest who came to their house and conducted prayers and holy water rituals. That night, though, things got worse than ever, with the banging noises growing much louder, and then coming down the stairs one step at a time. "When it hit the bottom step, it did so with a terrifically huge thud-- everything shook, and that was it. We actually never heard it again," he recounted. Interestingly, Volk went back to the house to interview the current owners and they didn't wish to speak about it-- believing that you give these things power if you talk about them.

Dude, i was going easy not putting up anything with sound. I didn't want to haunt you with how she could sound. i do play it in the car though so when neighbors here you live they know whats missing

I think my girlfriend's pussy is haunted.

Straight, 50, no problems getting laid... Just haunted by the thought of a man sucking my dick hard before i do his wife... Dont know why...