Updated Profile/ Time out for games/Looking for Real
This is on my profile, philosophy for weeding out phonies...Thoughts?
The last leap into domesticated fantasy……
I am not a Dom nor do I wish to be dominated by all means not a hint of being
"SUB" is in me.I have been scouring the
internet and quite a few fetish site have the role play of this particular interest, but
none for me...I don't wish to rule, but be understood and adored...The word
"Bull" is used in such a caustic way that the people involved seem to forgo the
natural intellect and the basic of all that moves real life, and hence nothing long
term is ever established in this realm...instead I am seeking a kinky, perverted family
more or less, my description will probably be brief, but I assure you
that I do not desire pictures or uneventful thought up stories...and I hope through
a series of communication my idea is understood...As the hubby should know his
role as a submissive, humiliation should be spared until the order of things are
disrupted, either by him or others within the family, that will be explained....As for
a constant BBC breeding that is only a fraction of the experience that most seem
to get stuck on...In my proposal, I would like an atmosphere built around honesty
and truth, meaning a lack of closed-door, an acceptance of being in the moment
for whatever that moment seems to be...i.e. within the home of course
escapades will be heightened, but the basics of real life will not only be explored
but enforced! Those are that of self esteem, Education, and of course work and
the ability to become in the maintaining the things in life that are far beyond the
basics, as in that particular life we "the family" should not settle but excel....Nice
everything, the actual only, I guess true difference would be upon entry into the
home, as all would have the freedom to date, to come home with a new suitor
one might find another in the den masturbating feverishly to a new porn, or
perhaps someone get a blowjob, or pussy eaten with the only excuse is "my
family doesn't believe in doors, no secrets”. I would like to continue with this
discussion, but it is late, I will sleep as these quick words marinate.....Oh and
of course the "Bull" will work as well...I'm hoping this doesn't fall on deaf ears, but
that of a group that understands the entire "Live-in" dynamics...NO FREE
RIDES...WE ALL WORK TOGETHER....Hope to hear from you as so many have
taken this concept as a way to drop out...my thoughts are to bring together the
best of all..., CUCKMATES, FRIENDS, all doing their thing...with a twist.
Wise Bull

hottest bestiality story ever?

dog Rapes Woman

Archive name: not.txt (F/beast, rp, v)
Authors name: Kellie C. (kellieC82@aol.com)
Story title : Not a Woman's Best Friend
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Not a Woman's Best Friend (F/beast, rp, v)
by Kellie C. (kellieC82@aol.com)
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You know all those stupid Internet stories floating around about how women like having sex with a dog and they have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks? What absolute bullshit! This is a more realistic story.
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My name is Christine and I was raped by a dog. I was thirty-two years old at the time (I'm thirty-five now) and living twelve miles east of Seattle,
Washington. The only reason that I'm telling you this is because of all the stupid Internet stories floating around about how women are won over by having sex with a dog and have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks. That is such bullshit.It was a Saturday morning and I was cutting my lawn. The house I was renting had an attached garage and a medium-sized yard. It wasn't the greatest house in the world--or
even in Seattle--but it was clean and well maintained and it fit my budget. I was mowing along the front sidewalk, made a turn back toward the house when the sound of a car's tires screeching on the pavement behind me made me jump. I turned around quickly, half expecting to see someone flying through the air, but it wasn't a person at all, but a dog.



He had come out of the woods across the street and tried to cross the road; now he stood just inside the verge of the woods again, looking back over his shoulder. His ears were laid back on his head and his tail tucked smartly
between his legs. The driver laid on his horn, yelled at the dog fiercely, and then sped away. As the car drove out of sight, the dog cautiously reemerged from the woods and sat down on his haunches. He was a black Labrador Retriever, a big one, and he watched me with a dog's typical aplomb, ears pricked up and head canted to one side as though wondering what I was doing over here. I had never seen him before and guessed he was
lost. I called to him and it was obvious that he heard me, but for some reason he ignored my call and I thought, Well fuck you too, doggie, and went back to cutting the lawn.



After finishing up, I went into the house and made myself a roast beef sandwich with a cold glass of milk and watched the noon-time news. Just as the news was going off, I heard a dog whining outside my screen door and I
went to have a look. Of course it was the black Lab."Hello," I greeted him. "You decided to be social now?"He was bigger than I had originally thought, at least 120 pounds, and although he didn't have a collar on, from his appearance it was obvious he belonged to someone. He was lost all right. His owner was probably looking for him now or would be soon enough. In the meantime, he looked pretty thirsty and I went to the kitchen and got him a bowl of water. When I set it near him on the porch, he backed away and wouldn't touch it until I went back inside and closed the screen door. "You are the weirdest dog I've ever seen," I said. This from Christine the expert, who'd never had a dog in her life.



I leaned against the jamb and watched him lap the water. He was watching me back. I tried talking to him in a soothing tone of voice, but he remained just as wary as ever. When I pushed open the door, intending to join him on the porch, he backed away and headed down the steps, took off at a run across the lawn. Just as he neared the curb, however, another car came around the bend going way too fast--as usual--and for a moment I thought the dog
would panic. But the driver laid on his horn and doing a one-eighty, the Lab bolted back towards my house, darted in behind the row of hedges beneath the front window and let out a frustrated woof! He just stood there panting.
If I don't do something soon, I thought, this dog is going to get killed. Not really sure what I was doing, I picked up the empty bowl, refilled it at the kitchen sink, then walked through the garage to the side door, opened it and set the bowl in the doorway. Then I walked a short distance away. "This isn't going to work," I grumbled to myself. "He wouldn't even let you near him."
A few minutes went by and the dog ventured far enough out from behind the bushes to sniff the air and observe me with his impenetrable black eyes. I couldn't help it, it made me shiver. I backed up a step and thought, Maybe
this is not such a hot idea, Chris. Maybe you should just go back inside, lock the kitchen door and call the damn pound.



But before I could reject this idea as plain old school-girlish silly, I heard the phone ringing and went back inside to answer it. It was Jean Michaels, a friend from New York with whom I hadn't talked in a long time. As I chatted with her gaily for the next half an hour, I watched through the open kitchen door. The dog never came in.
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I shut the garage door and locked it. It was quarter to two and although I'd looked for the Lab all around the house and inside the garage, he was nowhere to be found. He'd done whatever it is lost doggies do, I guess...
gotten lost even more.Disgusted with the way I felt, I took a shower, toweled
dry, and put on a bathrobe. I was drying my hair when I thought I heard a noise from the garage. Not barking, but like someone thudding against the closed kitchen door. Armed with the blow dryer, I went downstairs and tip-toed cautiously through the living room and out into the kitchen. I could here him whining just outside the door. "Well, shit," I said aloud, at the sound of which he began to whine even louder and started a scattershot scratching at the door with his claws."Hold on, hold on," I said, wondering how he'd gotten in. I know the garage had been empty when I'd gone in to take my shower... at least I thought it had. He must have been hiding. Yeah, I thought, he must have been hiding.Opening the kitchen door just a crack, I watched him back
away to the far side of the garage and drop to his haunches. The water bowl sat empty beside his left paw. I had forgotten about it left it just inside the door. "Weirdo dog," I said.



Stepping into the garage, I closed the kitchen door behind me and predictably he got up and moved cautiously away to his tight. "You don't trust anybody, do you boy? Or is it just me?" He sat down again and watched me with
those polished black eyes. And then he growled.If I had been nervous before, now I was scared. You never showed fear to a dog--that's what I'd always heard--and it was obvious to me why. They can smell it on you. I clutched the bathrobe closed at my throat and took a wary step backwards, and as soon as I did this he rose and stalked two paces forward, teeth bared."Nice doggy," I squeaked. "Grrrrrrrrrr," rumbled out of his throat, low, deep and menacing. He took another pace forward, dropping lower to the ground and showing all his teeth. If I made a run for the kitchen door I knew he'd be all over me before I got three feet. "What's going on boy?" I said in a small, quavering voice. "You gonna hurt me? I tried to help you, you know." I was standing with my back against the side of the garage before I knew I had been moving. He approached me from my right, herding me away from the kitchen door,
toward the corner in the rear. I was terrified now. I was beginning to panic.
"Nice doggy," I squeaked again. "Nice puppy dog, doggie." Only this dog was anything but a puppy. He was a demon in black fur.



Refusing to be cornered like the desperate animal I knew I was becoming, I angled away and moved toward the center of the floor. The dog didn't like it much, but he let me do it. I began to think--pray--that he'd let me go all the way to the outside door and go through it. Just as it appeared he'd actually let me go, in a terrifying blur of motion, he leaped at me through the air. I shrieked and put my arms up but the force of his lunge knocked me to the floor. I banged down on my back striking my head on the concrete and hot sparks erupted like a 4th of July fountain across my eyes. My vision doubled and became alarmingly blurred. When it cleared again--too late--I found he had straddled me, fangs bared just inches above my throat. I was going to die.
But the dog had other ideas."What do you want," I pleaded in a tiny, terrified voice. My bathrobe was open, leaving me fully exposed. His hot wet prick dragged back and forth across my uncovered stomach, making me shudder and want to scream. At first I didn't even know what it was. When I finally did, in that same tiny, terrified voice--terrified now for an entirely
different reason--I protested, "No way!" and tried to scuttle away. He took my throat in his teeth."Okay, okay," I breathed with my eyes clamped shut.
"Whatever you want." I relaxed myself with a titanic effort and spread my legs. Again, the dog had other ideas. He released my throat and growled."What?" I was honestly baffled. He growled again. He made circular motions with his
head... I swear, he actually did this... and I slowly got the message. "On my knees?" I quavered in disbelief.The dog, who was not a dog at all, but the aforementioned demon from hell, nodded his head.



"You want to mount me?" A breathless whisper. He nodded again. I rolled onto my stomach and started to get up. Before I could get all the way up onto my hands and knees he batted my on my rump with his snout."What?" I was beginning to think I was already dead. Or in some nightmare dream caused by the concussion to the back of my head. It really ached. He growled and shook his head sharply to the right. Away from my body. And suddenly Iunderstood. "This is not real," I whispered. "It can't be real. It can't be. It just isn't happening." He wanted me to disrobe.Rising erect from my knees, I slid the robe back over my shoulders and let it fall into my hands. I began to bring
it around when he snatched it roughly away from me and flung it across the floor. It landed near the garage door with the arms in an out-flung, helpless gesture. That's how I felt--totally helpless. I was naked with a dog.He batted me again with his snout."What?" I objected, beginning to loose my cool. The
crippling shock and disbelief had begun to wear off and I was becoming rebellious. Damned if I was being corralled by a dog.



Suddenly he was up on his rear haunches, one talon-clawed paw on either of my shoulders and the back of my neck clamped firmly between his teeth. His breath flowing around my neck was horrid. "Okay, okay," I acquiesced. "I get the point." Then, as the powerful muscles in his jaw began to clamp shut on my neck, "Please! Anything you want!" It was a short-lived rebellion. He dropped back to all fours and so did I. He sniffed me up and down my flank and licked my right cheek. I took it. He snuffled into my right ear and bit lightly at the
lobe and I took that too. All the while I smelled his graveyard breath. What the hell was he doing? For a moment neither of us moved. He stood there panting, beside my right shoulder, facing me, and suddenly I understood. This was some kind of dominance thing, what I had occasionally seen one dog--presumably the alpha male--do to another. He was doing it to me. I got it, I
thought. Loud and clear. You're the alpha. I'm the bitch.Satisfied (he read my thoughts in my body language, there's no other explanation) he grunted lightly one time, then went to stand behind me. I stared straight ahead panting. He had really hurt my neck. Good luck, Christine, I thought. A dog is about to fuck you.



He sniffed at my pussy (I hate the word with everything I am, but I just can't think of a better one to use), then snuffled it like he had done to my ear. I tried not to jump but the shock was just too great. I gave a little shriek and sidled forward. He growled. "Fuck you!" I said vehemently under my breath. "I don't
like it, okay!"He obviously did, because a moment later his tongue went
from halfway to my navel all the way up the crack of my ass to the small of my back. This time I really did shriek and I surged forward in alarm. I also looked back over my shoulder in horror as ever nerve ending in my body jangled. It was like getting scrubbed by a warm, wet length of Scotchbrite.I didn't move. I didn't breath. I felt sick at my stomach. I wanted to puke. He licked my pussy again and I made a disgusting noise, something a real bitch might make. Tears leaked from my eyes and splattered onto the concrete below, sucked up almost immediately by the dust and porous surface. It wouldn't stay that way for long, not if I started bawling. When I started bawling. He lapped at me for a full minute, then two, getting me slathered up and absolutely raw. I felt every little sandpaper bead on his tongue and because I routinely shave to keep myself clean--I had done so only that morning--there was not even my wispy blonde pubic hair to offer any protection. My clitoris, my swollen outer lips, the mouth of my vagina, my urethra and especially my poor little anus all got the treatment. And the way he went after me with that tongue, with such unbelievable vigor--he'd driven me six feet or more across the floor--you'd think I was a sugar-coated treat. To him, I guess I was.Then he mounted me and locked his powerful forepaws around my waist and I squealed in complete and utter terror. He shoved forward with his cock, not so much searching for my pussy as dive-bombing it. I wailed again and tried to crawl away across the floor but he lunged forward over me and grabbed my neck again with his teeth. He bit down hard and growled an angry, you stay the fuck put! snarl, breaking my skin with his teeth--not deep, just enough to get his point across--and I could feel blood seeping out of the wounds. "Okay," I brayed. "I'm yours! I'm whatever you want! I'll do anything you tell me to! Just please, please don't hu--"



I sucked in an agonized breath as something hot and sticky and the size of a baseball bat entered my pussy. Then I shrieked and then I caterwauled--quietly, as those teeth still dug into my neck--and shook my entire body
trying to get him out. Instead, he worked himself even deeper."No," I sobbed. "Please no! Let me go!" Instead, I crawled forward under him six more agonizing feet until my head hit the back wall of the garage and then skidded
along its surface. I cried hot, sulfurous tears, the tears burning my eyes, my nose, the back of my throat. The thing in my pussy was hot and sulfuric too, pounding in and out of me, gouging at my vagina, assaulting me, destroying my sanity one thrust at a time. It was more pain than I could ever have imagined.
"Nuhungunaaaah," something inside me cawed. I was no more able to make coherent noise than I was of having coherent thought. I was a woman with a demon on her back... and in her vagina.



Trapped against the garage wall, I began to turn in against it. Splinters from the exposed two by fours gouged me wherever I rubbed against them. (I'd later look like a comedy skit from Saturday Night Live or Mad TV or something. The Splinter Lady, I thought.) But as the splinters attacked the side of my right hand, my right forearm, then my elbow, my upper arm and shoulder and finally my right hip and my thigh, the Lab continued walking me forward with his thrusts. I scraped against the plywood sheathing of the exterior wall,
encountering a second two by four, then a third, and finally a forth.Then I was in the corner that I had avoided so many years before--right where my doggie master wanted me--he banged me head first into the two by fours in the corner there, driving me unmercifully forward until my head had only one place to go--down and against the floor. I knelt there, jammed hard against the studs, my cheek pressed brutally against the cold concrete floor while the dog
banged and banged and banged away me.



By now I was sobbing so hard my chest felt like an exploding bomb. My entire being ached. My vagina was beyond repair and still the dog fucked me. "Please God, please don't let him do this to me," I kept saying, over
and over again. The words came out as something no human ear could ever have understood, except maybe God's... and I don't think God was listening.
Twisted with my head locked against the corner studs, I found myself watching between my legs as the dog wailed away at me. His cock was as big around as my forearm--my father's forearm--pasty white with a cobweb pattern of
vicious red veins. It was a foot long at least. It probably was longer. But terrifying as it was, what was at the end of it was ever worse. Because there, twice the thickness of the shaft and an even angrier red and white color, was a horrendous round knot. "No," I moaned plaintively as the dog continued to rut me. "I can't. I can't. No, no, no, please."But the dog told me I could and that I would and very shortly I did. I watched as the knot grew nearer to me with every thrust. Then the thing hit me with a sucking, slurping sound that made me retch with revulsion, stuck in me for a moment before he yanked himself back... and the wave of pain hit me like a Pacific tidal wave. On the fifth try he finally made it in and I was thrashing around wildly with the pain and making horrific noise and beating at his flanks with my fists. Then something hot and wet came cascading down my thighs and splattering on the concrete floor beneath our coupled organs, my guts cramped so violently that I screamed...
and then I was gone.
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The dog was laying in the far corner of the garage, cleaning himself and ignoring me completely. On the floor beneath my crotch, where I expected a huge mass of blood, I saw something possibly even worse: a grossly-puddled mass of foamy, already crusting over semi-white fluid... his cum. I had been thoroughly rutted.I found I had bled very little. How he could have driven
such a huge and misshapen thing such as that into me without puncturing something vital or causing me to hemorrhage I don't know. Feinting when he reached climax must have provided me just enough flexibility to spare my
life. I think I sat on that floor for the better part of an hour, staring at nothing. My pussy ached and my guts were roiling inside and I felt numb like a block of wood. Never in my life had the thought ever entered my mind that a dog might actually fuck me. I had imagined it of course (I believe all women have) but imaginings are supposed to stay in the realm of imagination. Not show up in your garage. "I want to go home," I said. The words sounded so good to me, so reassuring. My home was only 15 feet away. But again, the dog had other ideas.



The second time he came for me I just let him. I got on my hands and knees, docilely let him mount me, then put my chest and my face on the cold concrete floor and held myself open for him with my hands. I didn't fight him at all. When he came out of me somewhere about halfway through, and mounted me in a different way, I shifted my hands to my buttocks and spread them far apart. It hurt his being in my ass (getting past my poor little anus was really
tough) but not as bad as I had thought. It was my first anal experience and he spared me the ordeal of his knot. The third time I lay on my back with my legs drawn tight to my chest and let him rut me like that. I think it was a new experience for him and I'm not sure he even liked it. Are you trying to breed me? I asked silently of his inhuman, polished black eyes. Am I supposed to have puppies? If so, It would be quite a litter. And then I had an orgasm. I didn't want it to happen. I fought against it with everything I had, but it was involuntary and unstoppable. He was doing me with such savage determination that I think I had no choice. He suddenly slowed down and his muscles tensed and by this time the pain from his knot had almost gone away. He prepared to unload in me and when his first shot came, hot and gushing and spilling out my cunt all up my thighs and down over my asshole, I could not stop. I came and he came and the two of us came together, him squatted over me not moving, just emptying his testicles of their unbelievable load. I clutched myself behind my knees and prayed for it all to end. His gushing, and my orgasm. Eventually, they both did. Then he was finished with me.
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What happened to the dog? I have no idea, and I don't ever want to find out.
After the requisite fifteen minute wait, his knot finally shriveled and he pulled himself free of me with a wet popping sound and his cum--that part which hadn't already sprayed out all over me--gushed out onto my thighs and down between my buttocks. Such an awful mess. Then he hobbled to the opposite corner where he cleaned himself and ignored me from then on. He had gotten what he wanted and that was that. I cautiously got to my hands and knees and, risking another go at it, eased my way toward the kitchen door. I quietly entered the house and closed the door securely behind me, never taking my eyes off of him. He heard the door close but he never looked up. Later, once I'd cleaned myself up and then cleaned up the mess in the garage. I had my 9mm Glock with me then and just dared him to move. I would have shot him on the spot except that I'd have to explain and I would never do
that. I never saw the mutt again.I now live in Atlanta, Georgia, just about as far removed from Seattle as I can get. I live in a nice little, two-story frame house with a nice little garden out back and a semi-detached carport on the side. I also have a female Doberman Pincher named Mary that I know will never try to fuck me. I only hope some other dog does, just so I can set her loose on him.


THE END
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Advice Please
I'm a lucky man. My wife is a painslut and a total fucking whore, it's one of the reasons i love her. She likes to get beaten and degraded, whipped and choked and slapped and spit on, facefucked and assfucked and pissed on and covered in cum. I am in the process of training her to enjoy the taste of cum right now so soon she will also be eating cum like it was candy.
My question is this: How can I go about making money from my whore? I am thinking about lining up some guys so she can suck cock for her daddy and make me some money that way, but that is only a beginning and I am more interested in making money on the internet. Was thinking of video and webcam, perhaps custom sessions where I abuse the slut to order? Does anyone have any experience with this? made any money? got any advice? Any input at all would be appreciated as I try to enter this exciting realm.

Thanks

I am a new member here and will soon have some content posted, but for now I am posting anonymously until I get my feet under me

I am married, we are both in our 40's, and our sex life has always been great. We had a little setback after two pregnancies, but we came back stronger. In that come back, we learned the joys of role playing, teasing, dwelling into fantasy, one of which was involving someone else into this. Just a fantasy, nothing more.

We would talk about it, you know, joking, but during sex and role play, we both saw on each other, that we are interested in this idea. Both MMF and FFM seemed unfair to one of us, so we imagined that one day, we will do some swapping, with another couple.

Just a fantasy, never gonna happen.

We met that couple at holiday, last summer, a bit younger than us, and we discovered our mutual love towards the booze, so we would stay late, getting toasted. On the forth night, we came back to their room, and I was about to drift into the realm of dreams, on my back, on the bed, when my wife came up to me, and asked me, if she can be naughty. At that point I genuinely thought that we were alone, back in our room, so I just nodded yes.

On the verge of clocking out, I felt my pants unbuttoning, hands on my cock, then tongue, mouth. I lifted my head, only to see another woman going down on me, while my wife was doing the same to him, on the room armchair.

It was exciting, to say the least. My heart was racing, she got on top of me, and started riding. A brunette, not very pretty, but with huge natural tits, right in my face. I was curious to see, what is happening beside us, but she got into a vicious mode, riding me like there is no tomorrow, and I was in one of those phases, when under influence, you get insanely hard, but at the same time pretty insensitive, so I could go forever.

It seemed like forever, she came twice, and I barely got there, but when I did, it was intense, and luckily I managed to pull out.

Tomorrow morning, after coming to our senses, we talked, how we even got there. She asked me if I am mad, I wasn't, I was just blown away with what happened.

She had no explanation, how it played out, all she knew was that she pushed her towards me, while going for him, and I guess the booze, and obvious sexual tension did their thing.

They tried to avoid us that day, but we sat them down. It was a mistake, they said, and we agreed, resolute to continue our fun for the remaining days, only without sex. It did not work, they excused themselves early and bailed on the following night.

I did not feel jealousy, nor did I feel that it is something I want to do again. Looking back at it, it was the most exciting thing either of us ever did, but after the fact, I at least, felt a bit, I don't know, bad about myself.

And before anyone asks, it did not leave a dent in our marriage, nor sex life, things carried on, and we just do not talk about it, since both of us, loved the deed, but felt awkward after it.

I am a 40 year old woman. I never got married, nor have I ever had a serious relationship.

Sex was not a big part of my life, up until mid 20s, when I started a series of short term relationships that revolved around physical. In my 30s, that lust died down a little bit, but this year, I started feeling it again.

I like to think that I am non conventional, regarding the emotional. I never felt a need to start a family, or have I felt anything towards a man, besides occasional lust. I am ok with the idea that I will stay alone forever, and I am saying this just to take this out of the way.

I have satisfied my needs by myself, for most of my life, and porn, in the form of the written word has been my main focus, thus, I am here.

This long prelude has its function - things have been changing for me over the last few months.

I have this young neighbour, who has been eyeing me ever since he hit that age, when women start to interest man. I have noticed it, and it was kind of a flattering feeling. I am aware that I am far from beautifull, but at the same time, that my body is in pretty good shape, thanks to, not genetics, but decades of regular working out.

Ever since he started college, this fall, my interest grew. Now, a small digression, I live in eastern Europe, so neighbours all know each other and greet each other, plus, the college is in the same city, so he is living at home, while attending classes.

I started giving off signals, which he picked up very fast. When I called him to "help me with my computer", he got it right away, and started kissing me as he entered the door. First time I only let him eat me out, and said something in the realm of "wanting to take it slowly". I did give him a handjob, not to let him go without anything.

That went on for some time, and I enjoyed a young man serving me the way he did. He always wanted more, but I was relentless. It felt good being aware of your own sexual powers.

He became more and more pushy, so after a while, my quid pro quo, escalated towards oral. He would always finish in my mouth, and I would always swallow, which made him surprisingly extatic.

Now, we are having a full on sexual realtionship, and I even did anal with him, for the first time in my life.

And now, I think I am in love. And he thinks it too, but I know, that he is in love in the fact that he has sex two floors down, readily available, at almost any time. I know that this "love" he has, will wear off, with the first interesting girl his age, he stumbles upon.

So I will enjoy it while it lasts. But all of this made me wonder, if I made wrong life choices, and I ask myself, is it too late now, to change who I am.

I know this is not the sexiest confession out there, but this one is mine.

So, I recently started chatting with a dude from the ML chat rooms. We banter back and forth for days, it's a nice challenge and all that, and then he goes soft and tells me he's into me. It's fine and all initially, the feeling happened to be mutual.

But then he's soft all the time. There's no challenge. I lose interest.

We end up bickering about something, and it ends up just being too complicated for me. I bothered with him in the first place because he seemed intelligent and kept me on my toes. I really don't have the energy for babysitting a guy in his mid-20's who behaves like a 14 year old. So, I tell him as nicely as I can that I think he's cool and I'd be up for banter in the chat rooms, but that I don't think we're compatible as much else. All very grown-up like.

Except he's not really interested. He whines and tries to weasel a way into continuing communication. I shut it down.

And then tonight the weirdest thing happens...

I get a text from a number I don't recognize. All it says is, "Hi". I inquire within about who the texter is, and I'm told I've just given this person my phone number from omegle. Which is odd because I'd been painting furniture for the last four hours and hadn't gone anywhere near omegle.

Strangely enough, I got a text from ML Dude fifteen minutes or so after getting the creeper's text, which I believe was a sad attempt at making himself look innocent. Something about a stomachache. I just don't buy it. The timing was too perfect.

I'm sure you can guess what I thought happened. ML Dude trolls on omegle pretending to be a girl, gives out my phone number to some creeper thinking he scored big, and then I'm left with non-sense texts on my phone. It's not too far out of the realm of possibility is it?

If I'm not totally out of line for assuming it was ML Dude behind this, how do I handle the situation? My base instinct is retaliation, but I've spent years trying to learn the art of "Being a Lady," and from what I remember, retaliation is frowned upon if you've got a cunt.

So, what would you fine folks suggest I do in this situation? Perhaps just ignore the whole thing and move on? Call him a douchebag one last time for old time's sake and then move on? Throw a temper tantrum?

Help a girl out, please.

I honestly can't wait to die, and i don't say this because i'm "suicidal" or that i even want to die. You can judge me and what not but i see death as being a beautiful experience. We are all slaves trapped inside our own human bodies, trapped on earth.
The moment you die you are released from the vessel your forced to be into.
Your soul released into the freedom of another realm you never knew existed, a realm where anything and everything is possible.

This past Friday night, with my wife back East visiting relatives, I invited over a new friend for a sleepover. We'd met three months ago on a local dating site and had fucked before -- always at her place -- with two four-hour sessions to our credit. She's exactly half my age (35 to 70) and a bit on the chubby side, but her height (5-11) helps make up for the 160-plus pounds she carries, and twice-a-week Pilates keeps her firm. She's a natural blonde with 36D breasts, plus nipples that always seem to be fully erect.

I picked her up at her townhouse, and we headed to a Middle Eastern restaurant on my side of town for dinner. As usual, our conversation was a mixture of contemporary thought (she's an attorney; I'm a tech writer), politics (we're both quite liberal), and sexual teasing. With our meal completed, we hopped back into my car for the 10-minute drive back to my condo. Since the building only has a single elevator and everyone there knows me (I'm on the HOA board), I was relieved that we didn't see a single resident as we traveled between the underground garage and my front door.

I took a quick shower while she made herself comfortable in my bedroom. Knowing her proclivity for squirting, I'd taken the time earlier that day to strip my bed down to its fitted sheet, under which I'd laid several bath towels. It proved to be a worthwhile exercise in caution.

As I emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of red silk boxers, I saw her playing with my cat while she had on only a bra and panties. "Orange isn't exactly your color," I said half-playfully. "Well, you'll just have to take them off, then," was her reply. Since I'm only an inch taller than her, kissing is a very delightful and simple process, and we lip-locked probably a hundred times over the ensuing 14-plus hours. She beat me to the punch and unhooked her bra, to which I voiced a mild objection. "I'm very mechanically minded," I said. "Besides, I was unhooking bras long before you were born." She laughed and shrugged her shoulders, which caused her bra to fall to the floor. "Oops," she squealed." "I guess you'll have to pick that up, Mister Mechanically Minded."

We made out for a bit while standing up, her tugging on my erect, silk-covered cock, while I cupped her breasts and sucked insistently on each of her nipples. She reached down to rearrange her panties and let me know they were of the crotchless variety. I soon ran my fingers up and down her rapidly moistening slit before tugging them off entirely. She climbed onto the bed, and I kicked off my shorts before joining her. Hands went immediately to each partner's genitals, and we French-kissed furiously while tugging and stroking.

After a few minutes of that, I flipped her onto her back. She knew what was next and opened her legs invitingly. I dove down between her pale, creamy thighs and began to slurp long, extended licks from the base of her pussy to her little pearl-sized clit. "I brought my trimmer, if that's too hairy for you," she offered. Her pubic area boasted a neat triangle of dark-blonde stubble, but it was hardly bush-like. "Hey," I countered. "I grew up in the '60s, when no one ever heard of a shaved crotch." Then I really went to work on her.

I've been fortunate to have had sex with a few multi-orgasmic women in my time, but she is clearly the queen of that realm. In our previous two encounters, I'm guessing she came dozens of times in a four-hour span. It's hard to keep track, though, because she crests from one peak to another in such a seamless way that's it's closer to one giant, rolling orgasm. I alternated between one finger inside and thrusting, two fingers inside and mashing up against her g-spot, and three fingers inside and twisting. As for attending to her clit, I alternately flicked it with my tongue, sucked it hard between my lips, nibbled on it gently with my teeth, brushed it back and forth with the fingers of my other hand, and pressed it hard against her pubic bone with my thumb.

After a good 20-30 minutes of pussy attention -- and a request by her for me to take a break -- I rolled onto my back and she proceeded to give me a very thorough blow job. I'm not terribly large (5.75 inches long and circumcised), so it's not difficult for her to take me entirely into her mouth. She calls that her "disappearing dick trick," and she accompanies the oral action with some digital ball-sack manipulation. Then she decided it was time to fuck, so she climbed on top of me and rode me to three pussy-grinding orgasms. Given my lack of length, her enthusiastic back-and-forth rocking caused me to fall out a couple of times. I was about to apologize (for the second time) about being a bit short when she railed against that.

"Don't you dare say 'sorry' again," she said. "You're nice and thick, and I don't know a single woman who would prefer a long skinny dick to a wide one like yours that fills her up." Secretly I doubted her statement, but I was enjoying the situation way too much to object. After her third orgasm, and sensing I wasn't quite ready to come, she climbed off and went down on my cock again, expressing her love for tasting her pussy juice on my dick. After a bit of that, I tugged on her hair and she slid up the bed so we could lie side by side. She used her left hand to firmly stroke my erection while I reached down with my left hand and played with her clit.

One of the things we enjoy during our sessions is telling each other naughty stories about previous encounters with others. Her initial "bedtime story" that night involved relating a visit she'd made to a friend of hers who was in Dallas on business. She flew down there at his invitation for a one-nighter, but realized upon showing up at his hotel that she'd forgotten to bring any condoms. [I've been vasectomized, and we're both very careful to "play safe" with others -- not that I've had any action other than with her for quite a while -- so she and I bareback it with each other, but she employs condoms with all other partners.] It was a Sunday night, and the local CVS had closed early due to a worker shortage. "So, we stuck to oral for a while," she related to me. "And then he fucked my ass, which seemed like the best option at the time." It was that last bit that put me over the top, and cum shot out of my dick and cascaded down across her hand like a lava flow. She was quite fastidious in cleaning it up with her tongue, sucking on her fingers in dramatic fashion as the final drops disappeared into her beautiful mouth.

I wasn't anywhere near finished with her, however, and she spent the next half hour or so submitting to my various efforts. It usually takes her a while to work her way up to a squirting orgasm, but I was determined to bring her to that level before we called it a night. As it turned out, it only took about three minutes of highly focused finger-fucking for her to spurt forth, and she managed two additional squirts over the ensuing 10 minutes, the last of which she induced herself with two of her fingers pile-driving into her pussy while I rubbed her clit with such speed that my hand was nearly a blur.

At that point we figured we'd reached a good stopping point. It was after 11 pm, and we were both fairly worn out. While she headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and pee, I grabbed the rest of the bed covers (a top sheet plus a down comforter) and got the bed ready for the night. We both decided to sleep in the nude -- "In case one of us gets horny in the dark," she said with a wink -- and snuggled for a bit before rolling onto our respective sides in preparation for sleep. My bed is only a double, so it's pretty narrow for two people. We drifted off to sleep naked-butt-to-naked-butt.

For some reason, I woke up just before two a.m. While asleep we'd ended up facing each other, and as I awoke I decided to "test the waters" and see if she was game for a late-night fuck. As soon as I slid my hand between her tucked-together thighs, she leaned into me and said, "It's about time you woke up." "What do you mean?" I asked somewhat stupidly. "Well," she went on, "I've been playing with my clit for the past 10 minutes and waiting for you to notice that the mattress was rocking." I was hard almost instantly, which for a guy my age, is nothing short of miraculous. It only took me a moment, however, to seize the situation. In a flash (which, for a 70-year-old guy, is probably measurable in minutes), I threw off the covers and got on top of her. She pushed me away just long enough to draw her legs up toward her chest, and then she guided my cock into her pussy. It didn't take me long to pound away, although I was only able to keep up the thrusting for a couple of minutes before my arms got tired of holding the rest of my body up above hers. Sensing my dilemma, and clearly not willing to have me stop, she pulled me down so I was lying fully on top of her, and after another few minutes of enthusiastic fucking, I came hard inside her pussy.

At that point I was breathing pretty hard, but I had the presence of mind to roll off her (I weigh around 230 pounds) and catch my breath while lying on my own side of the bed. She reached up with one hand and pressed her fingertips against my neck, physically taking note of my pulse rate. "I guess you'll live through the night," she said in a humorous tone. "Besides, my CPR training has lapsed." "Ha-ha," was about all I could manage in reply.

We fell back asleep but woke up almost simultaneously around eight o'clock. A quick trip to the bathroom for each of us, and we were back at it. Our morning session only lasted about 90 minutes, but she got in a good dozen orgasms and I made sure she got a good taste of her cum-filled pussy as I dipped my fingers into her snatch and coated them with a mixture of our respective juices before shoving them into her mouth. After a short rest, we climbed into the shower together and did a pretty good job of cleaning each other off. She admitted to being a bit sore from all the attention her pussy had received, so I avoided doing anything sexual to her as the water cascaded down around us, but she gave me a very nice soap-covered hand job as a reward of sorts.

After getting dressed and making sure she'd packed up all her stuff, we went to a nearby deli for brunch, and then I dropped her off at home. I'm not sure when we'll meet next -- we each have busy work schedules, and she has a couple of business trips set for the next month -- but I know the next time we're together it'll be more of the same. I'm already looking forward to it!

Confession of scat! This is how it all began. My sissy husband and my journey into the realm of extreme degradation, as a submissive sissy and Female Dom.

Many years ago while living a cuckold lifestyle, my husband was my sissy faggot bitch locked in chastity, I was his hot wife fucking every guy I could.

cI had a boyfriend fucking my asshole once while my sissy was watching and standing by to lube his big cock with his mouth when my lover pulled out with the whole tip of his cock encased in a large piece of my shit. To my surprise sissy took it in his mouth eagerly and completely cleaned my lovers cock before aligning it back against my shitty asshole for more hard fucking. What I didn’t know until after my lover was done and sissy cleaned his shit smeared cock before he left was what sissy told me as I pushed my lovers cum into his eager tongue flicking hungry mouth was that sissy came in his chastity device without touching himself when he sicker and swallowed my shit from my boyfriends dick. To have my sissy husband cum in such a manner turned me completely on and while pushing out my lovers cum I pushed out my soft warm shot mixed with my lovers cum and sissy ate it all before licking my pussy and ass to a mind bending orgasm that opened our relationship up to sissy transforming into my toilet. I’ve used sissy exclusively as my toilet and dirty ashtray keeping him diapered and wallowing in my waste from my ass and ashtray. I became a dominant wife seeing how sissy orgasmed eating my shit off my lovers cock! Since then I’ve always wanted to take a full shit in sissy’s mouth and on a guys cock so I can watch sissy suck him off to orgasm and clean suck hos hard cock for me. 

I know there is a lot of bullshit on this site, but what I am about to disclose to you is absolutely factual. Think of it what you will, but this is by no means farcical...

There exists a parallel universe or society that exists here on earth among us, a macrocosm that mirrors our realm that borders on the supernatural - spirits and demons both good and evil. I have strayed away from religion a long time ago, I cannot really attest to there being a "god", but I know for sure that "spirituality" is itself a concept that is real and is evidenced by the macrocosm. This macrocosm rarely comes in contact with ours, the realm of the living, but when it does it often results in disastrous situations - calamities, natural disasters, mass killings, etc. I am haunted by these demons. My demons have often manifested in recent infamous events that have been heralded a great extent by the news media. The world is spiraling out of control. The extent of which this macrocosm coming into contact with ours is increasing more and more.

I was given a task by some omnipotent force or existence, perhaps even god himself, but I failed. I was discouraged, I was afraid, and now I am paying the price - the world is paying the price.

Hail Lilith the Black Rose, Goddess of Hell full of darkness and lust, blessed be the fruit of shedding in the womb the demons of the abyss and the offspring of Satan and letting the demonic arm reign over this dark world and hell reign over us with darkness.

Lilith tells me that she take back her power. She calls me to stay in my truth, embracing my darkness and my light alike. She tells me to stop playing small and not to be afraid of burning myself too passionately to worry about being misunderstood in the eyes of others. She tells me "Your fire is not for them ... It is for YOU."

I Am Satanist ▲☥▲

While it is said that good and evil do not exist except within the limits of personal preference and perception, I am not limited by moral barriers. I will not harm those who have not sought the destitution of my luck, life, freedom and happiness.

My fellow KLAN members, I swear my loyalty by my blood, and offer you all services under all stipulated rules and regulations. I promise to cherish and defend the vast realms of the underworld and Mother Earth. Because without it, life itself could not exist. May I rise to be wise through experience and trial. so I will be a bearer of light, a source of the Black flame of Knowledge. I will rise to the heights through education, experience, wisdom, and balance. And challenge myself to a greater self-directed achievement that I will be like the dragon that devours weakness and grows strong like the Angel of Light, to know all the secrets of this world.

My actions today will project a reaction and a reflection on the future of tomorrow intangible for everyone. That is why I announce myself as the ruler of my own destiny and I will place the responsibility of enriching my existence on my head. I am a Satanist, the Phoenix Goddess priestess, the goddess of darkness, the highest incarnation of human life.

I, The Priestess Goddess Phoenix, WELCOMES TO HER SATANIC KLAN. ▲☥▲