i wonder what it would feel like to plunge this knife into my soft tummy

I confess that when I was thirteen years old I lived with my grandparents and my aunty. I used to try and spy on my aunty whenever I could, I used to watch her from my bedroom window when she was in the garden sunbathing and I would get my cock out and have a wank, one day I stood on a little table so that if she looked up she would see me wanking. I also used to wank into her knickers and over pictures of her when she had been on holiday. This sort of activity went on for a couple of years until I was fifteen, then one day I was jerking off into a pair of her used panties and she walked into my room and caught me, I froze in absolute horror, then I dropped her panties on the floor turned my back to her and started saying how sorry I was and begging her not to tell my grandparents. To my total surprise she walked up behind me and and cuddled me then she reached around and took my now half hard cock in her hand and proceeded to stroke me, my cock was justing getting really hard again when all of a sudden I felt her grip get very very tight then it felt as if she was trying to rip it off and then she started screaming into my ear and letting me and the rest of the world know what a fucking pervert I was and that if she ever caught me doing anything like that again she would take a knife and cut it off, she pushed me forward so that I fell face down onto my bed and then she slapped me really hard on the back of my head and walked out.
I had never really wondered why my aunty had not had a lot of boyfriends or got married even though she was a good looking woman, and it was a few years later that it emerged she was a lesbian, so the sight of her fifteen year nephew wanking into a pair of her panties didnt dop a lot for the male cause.
I can still remember the feel of her fingers wrapping around my cock though and I do have the occasional wank with that thought in my head.

I work in a metal fab shop where the management emphasizes safety. Hard hat, thick work gloves, steel toed boots. So a few days ago I get off work and drive to the other side of town to pick up a package for my flatmate and on the way back decide to stop off at a pub for a few pints. Its getting dark, so after an hour or so I leave and walk through a short alley to the nearby car park. Some shitskin in the alley pulls a switchblade on me demanding money. He's acting a bit high, which is to my advantage.

He does not know that I am wearing steel toed boots. A quick step back and first kick to the balls. The scum bag drops the knife and grabs his crotch. Second kick sideways to his right shin and he goes down, faceplant on the pavement. Third kick to the ribs as hard as I can do. Fourth kick to the side of his face, figuring to break his jaw and knocking out a few teeth. Left that filthy nigger moaning and puking up his own blood. I took his knife and drove back to the flat, feeling satisfied.

Steel toed boots, legal weapon of champions.

I confess I can't stop cheating on my beautiful girlfriend.

I'm a foreigner living in China and I fuck girls of all nationalities, but I have to say, without a doubt, Asian pussy is smaller, feels better, and typically looks better on average.

We've all seen so many posts of girls talking about how much they love big cocks, whether it's for a short-term fling or a part of some kind of fetish, but I feel like there's a lot less discussion on how different pussy can be in how it looks and feels.

It's definitely not uncommon to hear from big cock loving girls that black guys are bigger on average, which seems to have some truth to it and is cool; I support people exploring different parts of their sexuality...

but this discussion goes both ways and it doesn't seem to be happening. I have a decent size dick, but wouldn't say I'm huge... but with Asian pussy, you're definitely smashing cervix waaay easier compared to white and black girls on average.

Chinese girls in particular are typically thin, silky smooth, and aggressively searching for men. Being a foreigner also makes you a bit of a rockstar here, especially if you're decent looking, make good money, or speak some Chinese.

My girlfriend is beautiful and an amazing person, and I really am a piece of shit for cheating on her as much as I do. I've told her that we should try an open relationship because of my struggles, but she's not into it. I actually don't care that much either if she was fucking some other dudes because that would only make it fair and I'm assuming she has or would.

Anyone have any thoughts to add or share? I'm curious if any guys or girls are in a similar situation where they have someone wonderful, but are also controlled by their impulse for variety.

If you're just going to make some racist comment about black people or asians, please just do the majority of us a favour and swallow a knife instead. Intelligent people don't want to hear about your insecurities disguised behind your racism.

I´m into inserting sharp knifes into my cock peehole. I started in february with small pocket knife and very slow and careful, not to harm me too much. Already after my first attempt I recognized how horny it makes me to have it inside my cock, film it and share that clip with everyone.
I tried other knifes, bigger one and very sharp ones and then - I think it was march - the first very bloody session took place, and I remember, that I was quite afraid, that my wife could become aware of what´s happening in my room. There was so much blood on the floor, that it took almost half an hour to clean. But my cock recovered very fast and the video I made was my personal favorite and so I optimized my sessions more and more.
If you like this confession of me, don´t hesitate to answer with suggestions for further sessions or just your experience with knifes inserted into your cock.

Just a (fictional) little story I've been working on. This is a first draft. Let me know if you'd like to read more. (What I've written so far is pretty long, so it'll have to be posted in installments.)
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It's eleven o'clock on a Friday night, and I'm driving home from the grocery store. I lead an exciting life. I always slow down when I pass through the strip of college bars on my way home. I wouldn't want to run over a poor drunk frat boy. I wouldn't want to miss the skimpy outfits the sorority girls are wearing, either. When they have a few drinks in them, they never seem to notice that their shirts are riding a little too low, or that their skirts are hiked up a little too high.

While I wait in the road for a couple of guys to carry their drunk buddy across, I take notice one of these unfortunate sluts. Perky tits, tiny little waist, and just enough hip to hold her skirt up. She's sitting on the curb, with her perky little tits spilling out of her skin-tight top. The light is dim, but I could swear I see a hard pink nipple poking out, begging to be squeezed. She drunkenly shifts her legs and gives me a perfect view of her lacy white panties. The cloth is slightly askew, revealing just a peak of her pink, hairless pussy. I get wet just looking at her, and ache to rub my own pussy through my jeans.

Just as I reach down and rub my throbbing cunt through my pants, a honk from behind me breaks me out of my trance. I've apparently been sitting there in the middle of the street a little too long. I wave at the other driver and drive ahead, losing sight of the sorority slut. As I begin imagining what her date might do to her tonight, blue lights flash in my rear view mirror. Great. I guess a cop noticed my little vacation in the middle of the road, too.

I pull over to the side of the road, and notice that the car behind me is an unmarked police car. Why does he care if I sit in the road too long? Doesn't he have better things to do? As he gets out of his car and starts walking towards me, I notice just how large he is. He's at least 6'4”. He's not a body-builder by any means, but he still looks like he could break me in half. I've already rolled down my window by the time he makes it to me, but the asshole still knocks on my door with his flashlight to get my attention. I grit my teeth against the knowledge that he's just scratched my paint, and say, “Is there a problem, officer?”

He speaks with his gruff voice, and tells me, “I'm going to need you to step out of the car, ma'am.”
“Is that really necessary, sir?”
He lowers his voice to a menacing growl, “Get out of the car. Now.”
“Okay.” As I step out of the car, I notice that, while his gun and taser seem genuine, his badge isn't real. It's a cheap plastic badge you'd get at a costume shop. He catches me looking at his badge and grabs me by the wrist, spins me around, and pins me against the car, my tits pressed against the door. “Who the fuck are you? Let go of me, now!”

In answer, he grabs my other arm, pulls out honest-to-god handcuffs, and cuffs my wrists together. I scream at him this time, “Who the fuck are you?!”
“That's none of your goddamn business, whore.”

He kicks my legs apart, and jams his knee into my crotch. My pussy that had been throbbing in pleasure only minutes before is now in searing pain. Tears stream from my eyes, and he squeezes his hand between me and the car, working his way up my shirt. He reaches my tits and squeezes the right one until I cry out in pain. Mercifully, he pulls his hand out of my shirt, and I breathe a sigh of relief, even as tears stream down my face from the pain in my pussy.

I hear a metallic click, and my breath catches in my throat in fear. I stand perfectly still, and he once again slides his hand up my shirt. This time, though, he has a knife. He runs it up my belly just firm enough to barely slice my skin. I scream, and he uses his other hand to roughly cover my mouth. He cuts me from belly-button to my bra, just enough to draw blood. Tears are now streaming down my face in earnest, and I can't control the sobbing noises coming from my throat. He adjusts the angle of the blade, and saws at my bra, also digging deeper into my flesh. The searing pain makes my breath catch again, but as soon as it started, it stops. He's cut through my bra, and my tits spring free. He pulls the bra away from my tits, and returns with the knife. He pokes at each of my nipples with the knife tip, causing me to cry out in fear. He chuckles darkly, the first noise he's made in several minutes, cuts down the length of my shirt for good measure, and removes his hand and the knife from inside my shirt.

Why has no one noticed that this is going on? We're on the side of the road. Surely someone should have noticed by now? He grabs my throat, moves his knee away from my aching crotch, and spins me around to face him. The hand on my throat tightens, making it all but impossible to breathe. With his other hand, he puts the knife to the base of my throat. I finally get a look at it; it's only about four inches long, but lethally sharp with one serrated edge. The smooth edge of the blade rests on my throat as he says, “Go on and cry, bitch. It's better when you cry.”

To be continued...