Naked male body with pubic hair on intimate area

I'm new to this forum. I'm 55 and was wondering if any older guys have seriously considered being intimate with your adult daughter. Or any daughters interested in their father.

i would have given anything, to be her everything.
there was nothing, that i wasn't ready to do, to show her.
i took pride in her smiles, because it meant that, for a few seconds, she was happy.
i was the funny guy, that always wanted to help her forget her worries, even if it was only for a couple hours.

but she, this angel in my eyes, was fixed on another man, who treated her like shit.
she, couldnt take her eyes off of him, and she could only see a slim chance at happiness with him, but she would take it.

for years i would watch the cycle repeat, countless times.
break-up, make-up, happy, sad, mad, suspicious, break-up, repeat.

i wanted to stop it, i wanted her to be happy, and not stuck in a cycle she thought she could break. definition of insanity, and i thought i was insane for trying, maybe i was.

ofcourse i would always wait until they were broken up before i would even hint at the possibility. i couldnt do the same thing i did before, to start up a relationship with her, it didnt end well before so why try the same thing?

she wasnt interested, so instead, i played the friend, i didnt mind. so long as i could get her to smile and laugh while she was with me, i could take that and be alright with it. i would take her out to movies and what not, as a friend (idk if she thought they were dates, but in my eyes they werent).

days passed, and it started up again.... the cycle... i cried, i truly cried. because it was insane, and i knew she wouldnt change her mind.

so, after that, i left the scene. i told her my thoughts, she told me hers, mine weren't lies, but im sure her's were.

i would not sit and watch her go through the cycle again, only to come out with the same answers and same questions.

to this day, i still love her, but i will not go back just to see i was right.
even if i am wrong, i loved her for who she was. i would only stay in love with her until she found the next guy she thought was good enough, and i would be forced to leave due to the sight of her being intimate with someone else.
i want her to be happy, if i cant give that to her (she tells me i cant), then i will leave it up to someone else, and when i know they're good, i will always leave.
if i didnt, i would only get inbetween them. i dont want her to see me, as someone who doesnt want her to be happy.

maybe one day i'll look back and say "hey, this bitch wasnt worth it".
It's what i hope for

i will stay anonymous, because she also has a motherless acc.

will she see this? highly doubtful.
even if she did, she wouldnt contact me over this and i have her blocked on fb.

Here's a board for all the girls out there

A place where you can post your intimate pics and tell us a bit about you.

Come on girls lets see and hear you

I confess to engaging in my favourite pastime, abusing vulnerable hookers.

For the last two weeks I have been really saving it up. Not touching myself, literally taking cold showers when the urge gets almost to the point of being uncontrollable, the mornings are the worst!

Last night I decided to indulge myself, I am starting a two week vacation, after working five weeks straight, so I was feeling it! Of course I would like a tasty, upper middle class, shy, innocent type. But for the stuff I like to do, this is not going to happen, not unless I want to go to prison. So I am forced to settle with my next favourite, vulnerable whores. Where I live, there are plenty to choose from, some of them are not all that bad looking.

I found this one, small, skinny, cracked out,whore. I discreetly flashed her a 10 dollar bill, that got her to shuffle over to me. We went back to the shit, ( I am not joking ) $15 a night motel I rent when I engage in these kinks. I always pay cash, and always leave the clerk a nice tip. I think he too often partakes the same kinda kinks I do....

Once inside I tell the whore I have sixty dollars with her name on it, so long as I can get just a "tiny" bit rough. I pride myself on being upfront! Like the greedy, drug addicted, crack whore that she is, her eyes light up at the prospect of an additional $60 on top of the $10 I already gave her, so she agrees. This entire time my personality is very blunt, but polite, it soon changes.

As I am now rock hard, and just humming with anticipation. After she take the cash I strip her down, then literally start throwing her around the room! Its great cause she is so small and light, and you would be amazed at how much you can get away with so long as you keep talking to her the entire time. I have found that while blunt, brutal, physical acts like slapping and choking are fun, its even more fun to engage them in conversation while you do it. Make them answer questions about how worthless they are, and make them realize that no matter what happens here tonight, too bad. There will be no police involvement for a piece of shit whore like them. No justice, no fall out for me.

Of course I always wear a hat when I fuck em, but don't worry when I use my fingers to explore their two intimate holes, getting them to lick my fingers afterwards of course. I always finish off load by forcing them to open their mouths and shooting my cum inside. Its best when they flinch, and gag at the taste!

I confess that i sucked man`s cock while he watched intimate pics and vids of my wife. Did it twice and cant stop to want it again.

This is a communique between myself and a girl I used to fuck. My responses are in quotations.

The previous times they had slept together the intensity had escalated nicely, organically and without the tedium of words and planning. The first time he fucked her it was hurried and urgent, racing the clock before his unsuspecting roommates would return home. After barely five minutes he'd shook his head and uttered "you're too much for me" and pushed deep as he released inside her, behind latex. Several dates later as he fucked her bare, she whispered in his ear that she'd love it if he didn't pull out this time; breathlessly he confirmed the request and almost immediately came, shaking as he shot hard within her eager body. She loved the warm wetness when he pulled out, and the slick reminder of him lingering inside her as she went about her day.

But on this day there was a certain new edge to the energy between them, something menacing coming to the surface as he suddenly threw her against the bed. Then back to gentle and tender kissing. Light, grazing touches. Her heart raced, having no idea which direction all this was taking. The slight fear of him was terribly erotic and she gave herself over to it. Her manner shifted almost imperceptibly. Her entire body seemed to take on a slight posture of invitation, ready to be used, and her wide eyes flashed with willingness.

"The form that flesh takes and in its desire. To be lost in the rage and despair. It is but a knife edge, the menacing nature below the surface. The need to contain, dominate, dictate. And that tenderness reminds me of the intimate, the senses satisfied, which while I do feel, I prefer the hollow, the shell of fear, the unsuredness of ones own nature. The slope upon which we fell, I revisit daily. I would use your body again as a vassal, I would grip more firmly the control of us, and less firmly of me, for in those moments I come closest to my limit.

In cruder terms I want you as an object, a canvass for sexual mistrust and rage"

He flipped her again harshly and without warning, face-down on the bed. He straddled her just below her hips and she felt his cock pressing, searching. She arched up as much as she could and gasped as he slid his whole thick length into her. She loved how full his cock always made her feel, she felt stretched tight around it, truly penetrated. The first few thrusts were deliberate, even casual. Then he started to pick up the pace, until soon he was drilling into her. He leaned forward and wrapped a strong hand around her throat, squeezing enough to cut off her breath. Another flood of fear mixed with excitement washed over her and she tensed. The grip released and she drew in breath sharply, panting. He grabbed her right arm and pinned it behind her back, hard. She rode the discomfort of it, mentally aligned the pain of her twisted elbow and shoulder with the intense pleasure of being fucked. He grabbed her left arm and pinned it the same way. She fought panic and took in the fact of being in this helpless position for the first time. Now he kept both of her arms pinned firmly with his own body as he leveraged his weight forward and gripped her throat again. She felt pressure build behind her eyes and the sound of her pounding heart filled her ears. Release, gasp for breath. Grip, release. Gripping again, this time a fraction harder... unconsciously she pressed into his hand, craning her neck to encourage him. She was overwhelmed by her pleasure in submitting. In that moment she desired to be hurt, taken, used for his pleasure in any way he demanded.

"The body remembers well. The cock pressed inside, against the back of your throat. Spreading each orifice anew. How taut you became under my hand."

What are you going to do?" He murmured it so low she had to ask him to repeat it. Slightly confused, she replied with uncertainty "I don't know..." They had scarcely spoken a word during sex in previous sessions. With a serious face he looked her over and said very slowly "You are going to do whatever I want you to." Blood rushed to her cheeks and between her legs as she silently nodded assent. He grabbed her legs roughly and spread them wide in a swift movement. There was a controlled measure of violence in his face and she gazed into it, showing him her fear mixed with arousal. Still looking her in the eye, he reached down and slid two fingers inside her... slid out and back with three... slid out and back with four. She moaned low with pleasure, pushing against his hand as he rocked it back and forth, curling his fingers inside her. He started to push harder and she felt the hard knuckles of his hand pressing to gain entry. She gasped in audible pain, involuntarily closing her legs around his hand. He relented, easing the pressure and the pain returned to a pleasurable level. This exercise was repeated a number of times, but in the end the pain was too great when he tried to force his hand inside. So he raised it, warm and wet from her, to her face and she opened her mouth obediently, eagerly. He slid all four fingers into her mouth and she closed her eyes in enjoyment as she cleaned her taste from them.

Do you enjoy peeping at intimate medical examinations?

I confess to being an underwear pervert - I have been interfering with lingerie since I was 12 years old - it all began with my own Mother's bra's knickers and tights - and I have abused lots of women's intimate garments since then - ( including family members)  - does anyone think that this is acceptable behaviour ?