Banned until 2017 this ban cannot be disputed. I have been banned for posting illegal content. I have not posted anything underage. I can't sign in on any computer or I get banned but I still get emails for friend request from the site and profile is still available along with all my post. I can look at my profile and post as long as i don't sign in. What the hell is going on?

Faybienluv

truck/rest stop ideas: I’ve thought about dressing slutty and parking in a way that’s out of the way but still noticeable (or even over in the truck section despite having a car if it’s one of those places) and leaving my car doors unlocked and windows rolled down...sleeping and seeing if anyone takes advantage. Or maybe tying myself up in the rest room there with a sign saying I did something most men would find offensive (cheating on my husband? truckers/road trippers seem to be fairly patriotic so maybe say he's deployed for that extra push for them to take advantage to honor this imaginary spurned man) and I deserve to be fucked and covered in cum and see who decides to take advantage to “punish” me.

Where do I sign up for her class?

I really want someone to fuck my girlfriend. The problem is she's pretty conservative about sex and is also a bit shy. Is there any way of convincing her to take someone elses cock in her? What would be your tactic?

Update! I was fingering her and started telling her about a "dream" I had where me and one other guy took turns fucking her in our kitchen after a party. Her eyes lit up and she got all excited and start thrusting herself on me and ended up riding my cock like an animal. Should I take this as a sign?

Beyond the Horizon

Part 1

One of the lessons you learn after years of driving is that at some point or another, you’re going to experience the pain of repetition and predictability. Even when I first started off on the journey, I never had a destination in mind. It’s like as soon as I sat down and closed the door, it was getting hazy. It’s apparent to me now that from the moment I turned that old key and fired her up I was totally unsure of to exactly where I thought I was going. Driving is one of my greatest pleasures. There’s a sincere innocence in the act of driving. I lost sight of much of that, and from time to time I wasn’t sure if I was even in control. From a certain perspective the relationship between the machine and it’s controller breaks down, and it can become objectively difficult to distinguish which is driven by which.

To be fair, the warning signs were all over the place. It felt like I couldn’t go more than ten seconds without some sign, a precaution, a rule, a rule of thumb, a word of advice whispered in confidence. I always did my best to be a responsible driver. For the longest time I did my best to obey all the rules of the road, back before I knew better, or perhaps until I thought I knew better. Experience is the greatest teacher, not to mention the harshest. It’s common knowledge that to learn from experience makes even the worst decisions worthwhile. Sometimes it’s simply the only thing that one can take away from the curveballs so often thrown one’s way. The problem for the unwise lies in working out what lesson the accused is to take away from his crime. For the introspective the problem is rarely not seeing the problem at hand. They can even take precautions to make sure that one accident is never repeated, by not repeating whatever lead to disaster the first time around. For the experienced, and by that I mean the scarred, the disfigured, those drivers who possibly still hurt every waking day of their lives, there are an entirely different set of problems, regardless of their ability to learn from past experiences. The problem faced by the salty, by the ones who well and truly drove around that block more than they care to admit, is the inability to disengage from what they think they know best, and in doing so they find themselves sat exactly where they were before they even released the handbrake. One cannot escape his past, cannot escape the stupid things they did. But to make matters worse, they begin to see that so many of the reflective, glaring, fluorescent signs they are bombarded with as they hit the highway begin to contradict each other. They blur, they all look the same, sound the same. It seems impossible to follow one highway code without breaking another. At first, one particularly thoughtful individual might find, there seemed to be one over-arching Way. The irrefutable Tao of the road. The one true way. I miss that idea. I’ve reached a point where no matter how hard I try and see things as I used to, either I changed, or the rules did.

And so those rare unfortunates may find the signs begin to undermine each other. Slow down, but speed up. Be cautious, but never so more than you’re being brazen. Make sure to flaunt every last thing you have and haven’t ever done, because nobody likes It when you brag. And so experience fails you. It begins to lie to you, and even when you’re aware that there is clearly deception afoot, you become a man looking at a map with no reference as to where in the fuck they actually are. It’s at this point in my career as a driver that I also realised that for all the years I had been driving, I could not remember where I was going. I knew that I had been driving for a very long time, and I think at certain points I had stopped off at places, and I still remember the people I picked up. Some of them drove with me for the longest time. I always liked having passengers, but sooner or later, the destination is reached, and the journey has come to an end. But I digress. At a certain point, I found myself lost. It was the worst kind of lost, in that not only did I not know at all where and when I was, but in that I had totally forgotten where I had originally intended to go. I could not even remember at what point I had forgotten everything about myself. All I knew was in looking in the mirror, I was sure I didn’t recognise myself. I could not even describe the person who stared back at me. The Driver was a man about which you could say so much, but I’m quite certain that none of the obvious things you could gleam from that countenance were objectively correct. Nothing I’ve ever experienced has been quite so simple as that. First impressions are hard to resist, however. In a way it didn’t matter that I’m sure in some ways I recognised the Driver’s face, because from the moment I met his eyes with mine, I knew he’d always be a simple mystery to me, destined to be my enemy, the one who knew me the best.

He had the look of the man who has learned from experience as he lit that cigarette. The glow from the lighter revealed a face older and more weathered than I’m sure my own face was. He looked bad. I was certain he didn’t have the slightest good intention in mind for me, and yet everything in his eyes and in the tone of his voice struck me as sincere and well meaning. He spoke to me as if he knew me. We’re on the road now aren’t we? I’ve always loved these warm nights, the heady smell in the air. He grinned, and his eyes lit up. I suddenly felt thirsty. Thirstier than I’ve ever felt in my life. There was adrenaline coursing through my body now, and most of my worry had suddenly receded. As he rolled down the window, an old and child-like excitement crossed his face, as a child who is told on Christmas day that the best present has been saved to last. What does it even matter where we’re going? The pleasure’s in the driving. It’s also in the uncertainty. We passed a strange scene by the side of that long road. This struck me because until now it had all been so blank. There was a cow being led down the road by two men, one in front, and one following up from behind. We passed so quickly that the image struck me as an old black and white picture would have, fixed in my mind without the suggestion of fading. It was like some grim scene from a foreign abattoir, and I felt my spirit drop, knowing where the cow’s destination lay despite all his ignorance. He looked complacent if not slightly confused as to his predicament, being lead by his handlers as he was. For some unknown reason, I honestly felt very sad for him. Then I laughed. Fucker should have evolved faster. I couldn’t but help show the slightest disapproval, even if deep down something in me knew it was true. It would be pretty much the same if the boot was on the other foot. Or hoof. You get my drift. I laughed again, and I wasn’t sure if it was humour or desperation I heard in that laugh. It sounded strange to me, but laughs always sound strange when you really listen to them. Everyone knows what a laugh means, but that shit can’t be found in any dictionary I ever heard of.

i wonder if only guys are on this page but i think so. like in every page like this there are a lot of young guys, old guys and fat or ugly women. please show me a sign if i 'm not right

I like trannys. I love the taboo of lifting up a skirt, seeing a dick and the sucking it.

Saturday night, being alone, horny and bored I surfed the casual encounters section of Craigslist under T4M. Found a tranny in my area who was looking for a no strings attached hook up. This one was also a VERS (top and bottom) and that was something I had been wanting to experience. Wasn't sure if I was ready to get pounded, but I at least wanted the option.

I got there, was invited in and as we talked, tranny told me that there was a spouse. I was nervous at this point and that said spouse was home. I was nervous. No advanced warning, I wasn't exactly quiet. The marriage is open and the spouse was told that I was coming over and why. So I was a bit calmer. Then I was asked "Do you want to meet my wife?" I wasn't expecting that question, but I agreed because I know some people in an open marriage want their spouse to meet their fling as a sign of honesty or something.

She entered the room and come to find out, the spouse was another male to female tranny. That was also unexpected, but what ever. So the three of us talked, then the spouse asked "Aren't you here to fuck my wife?"

I answered "Yes, I just was waiting for you to leave."

"You think you two are going to have sex and I get nothing?"

By this point my dick was about to tear through my pants. I thought she was still screwing with me, but part of me knew she was serious. I was about to ask another question when she said "Either get on with it or leave."

That's when I felt a pair of lips on my mouth. The tranny I met on line and I started kissing and undressing each other while the spouse watched. I have been watched before, but those were times when I was having sex with a woman. Here someone was watching me, and stroking themself while I sucked a dick.

This was suck a turn on that I came while I was on my knees. I was rubbing myself while sucking and getting dick slapped. I wasn't ready to be done just yet, and neither were they. I stood up and was ordered to bend over the arm of the couch. I watched as the tranny picked up the bottle of astroglide. Her spouse was now in just a bra. Her nightie was removed sometime before and her dick was in her hand. She was passable transvestite, no hormones, perfectly working dick.

I felt the dick head against my asshole and slowly my asshole opening up to accept it. I was getting it, my first time, bareback. My dick was hardening again.

I felt the dick slide out of me and felt the cum on my back. I then looked up to see the spouse come towards me, stroking her dick. I watched as she came over my face.

I laid on the couch, stroking myself as they watched. I asked them to call me a "cum covered faggot", and as they did I came on their floor.

I drove home in a bit of shame...and still get hard thinking about it.

I’m a lesbian and a I’ve just moved into a new apartment. My room mate is a straight guy, my gf thinks he’s creepy but he’s ok really. The other day my gf and I were having sex. She was going down on me and when I opened my eyes to watch her I noticed my bedroom door was a bit open - it had definitely been closed when we started fucking. I didn’t think about it again until we came out of my room and my room mate gave us this…look. I don’t know why but I didn’t tell my gf about the thing with the door.

Anyway today we came back to my place, no sign of my room mate. We went to my room to have sex and it was fucking hot. As always. She flipped me on my back and was licking my pussy and fingering me, driving me wild. I look up and the door is open again, Except this time fully open. My room mate is watching. 

And then what I probably should have done is tell my gf to stop, yell at my room mate. But I didn’t say a word, I made eye contact with him and something about being watched made me wetter. My gf finger fucked me to orgasm with no idea that my room mate had been watching us or that that’s what got me so wet.

Should I tell her he’s been watching? And should I confront my room mate?

Is it just my browser, or have video times/lengths on gallery pages gone for everyone? All it shows is who uploaded it, upload time, and views, no sign of the length of the video. Now I don't know if I'm looking at a 10 second video or a 10 minute video without clicking the video and finding out directly.

Ashley and Alexis show, upside down sign, hot chicks make out. I saw it on here once, but I do not know the address to it anymore. Anyone able to help out?

First time I saw a girlfriend's friends naked was in college, as do most stories begin.  My girlfriend and I already when to Haulover Beach together and loved it. When her two girl friends came to Miami she insisted that we all go together. Of course I said I was down but I played it cool and said only if you're okay with them seeing me naked and me seeing them naked. She said, "Of course I'm okay with it! You're all my best friends!" Her friends said, "Okay but we need to pregame and get a little drunk first" 

So we get to the parking lot, take 3 shots in a row, and started heading over to the nude side of Haulover Beach. By the time we walked past the clothing optional sign we were laughing and smiling and feeling the shots already. I suggested so there wasn't any awkwardness we count to 3 and all get nude at the same time. And just like, that I was naked with 3 beautiful Filipina women, of 3 different body types too.

One of her friends was taller and the other, her roommate, was of similar height but both had smaller B cups than her D cups. Nice thickness to them but not as big butt as my girl. The taller one had her nipples piercings which I heard about but was nice to see. I said, "So those are the infamous barbells! They look good on you!" and she smiled.  All 3 of them were shaved or waxed smooth. They said they always look "presentable". The shorter one had her clit hood pierced and I told my girlfriend she should get one of those too! She actually did eventually get it pierced. The shorter one complimented me back and said, "We can see why (my girlfriend) talks about your cock" as they got to see it go from small to fully hard. I apologized but my girl said, "Don't apologize!" and gave it a squeeze in front of them.

Her friends sprayed sunblock on each. That was pretty hot as they made sure to get in-between. We continued to drink but cold beers from a cooler instead of hard liquor. My girl was feeling it so much she kept playing with my cock in front of her friends. Her roommate, the shorter one, had seen her give me a handjob back in their dorm before and she told my girl to do do it again since the taller one hasn't seen it. She was so sexual so it didn't surprise me she she went for it while her friends kept look out. She had me cum on my chest and stomach. Her friends love how much I could cum. She licked some of it and swallowed and offered the rest to them which her roommate had tasted before so she got some but her taller friend surprised me and said, "Sure, why not. I can't be left out of this." and got some too and snuck a suck of my tip. They were so horny from it that they gave themselves a quickie and rub of their pussies. He finally cooled down and jumped into the water. It was definitely and interesting time when we got back to the apartment.