Hi I had to make a pic stitch so you know the name to the post (Monique) 
this is my patient sending me a pic in my inbox 
Saying he’s leaving me semen in a cup when I come to work !

Stitched babe

Wonder how many stitches this guy got in order to do that shit! That�s unbelievable!

http://faildrop.com/2012/11/insane-knife-skills/

I was dating a married woman,super beautiful,and i even got to live almost a year with her and her 2 little girls.
I raised the baby as mine as much i could,but she went back to her husband.
We restarted a long distance relationship and seen each other when her husband was away.
We had the most amazing sex and sometimes nice conversations on the phone.
But recently things changed when she told me what her expectations were about our future,i had to admit that i am not sure i could reach that high.
So i picked a fight recently doing something that she totally hates,witch is being over possessive and controlling,she always told me that she runs away from that.
And she did,cut off the phone and deleted her email.
I do miss her but i also feel this estrange feeling of freedom,no more jealousy,no more always depending if she calls or not,so i kinda feel good about it,but i think distant relationship takes a huge toll in your life....very peaceful with pain. ...just Strange to feel them both stitched together.

So I just need to get this off my chest:

For me David Kawena from Lilo and Stitch is the ultimate Disney prince because he is there for Nani AND Lilo and even Stitch despite everything that’s going on in their lives. They’re going through some tough stuff. Their parents die and all of the sudden Nani has to be a mom to her sister who is socially awkward and depressed and that’s hard enough as it is and then she gets her this ‘pet’ and everything gets harder and even though she can’t return David’s feelings he’s still there for them through everything. Even aliens. He’s amazing. I was watching Lilo and Stitch with my niece the other day and I cried watching David go through it all. He is the perfect guy. Like I just get emotional thinking about him.

Imagine if you had someone like David in your life - male or female. You would feel like a prince/princess even if you were living with next to nothing.

David is the ultimate Disney prince - even though he isn’t a Disney prince. He should be considered one.

I confess that tonight I went out to a Christmas party for an old client that my parents had as a customer. My mother was there as she was invited but my father stayed at home. My mother wanted to go to the local club as she had not been out in a while so i said that i would go out with her. Everything was normal while we were out, but I had a few to many drinks and when she drove me home to drop me off I had trouble getting out of the car. She offered to help me into my house, and thankfully I needed some help.
I managed to get the key in the front door and get it opened and my mother helped me down the hall to my room. Being so drunk when we got to my room I started to take my cloths off so I could get into bed, but forgot my mother was there keeping me steady. I am not shy and wasn't worried by her presence. She asked if i had smuggled a drink out of the club like I usually do down my jeans and I answered that I had a bottle down the front, but I actually didn't have any at all so when she went to grab the bottle she grab my dick instead.
She roused on me for deceiving her at first but didn't say anything else as she continued helping me take my cloths off.
It was not unusual for my mother to see me with little or no cloths on as in my 20's I was a part time model and was often in boxers, underwear or next to nothing else and she had seen all the photo's from these photo shoots.
Well I fell backwards onto my bed and she started to pull my jeans off and my underwear came off with them and as you can imagine everything sprang free.
Just as this was happening I heard the jug whistle as the water started to boil, I sprang up from my bed and said I will get the coffee and started walking down the hall before she got a chance to say anything at all. By this time I had nothing on at all and I was to drunk to care.
By the time i had grabbed the mugs and started to pour the water into them my mother was in the kitchen telling me to go put something on as she thought it was not the thing to do in company like herself. But I just answered that the jug had boiled and her coffee was ready and to go into the lounge room. I finished making the coffee with still no cloths on and walked the drink out to her. She said my name in the tone that says you are doing something wrong but I didnt care. I put her drink on the coffee table and mine beside hers and sat on the lounge next to her. She did not say another word about me not wearing a stitch of clothing.
After some small talk and the fact my hand had wandered to my penis, her eyes moved to watch my had just slightly toughing my hood ever so gently touching it with my finger tips.

Stitched

I'm looking for a video that used to be on motherless but which I can't find anymore

It was a young girl with a mask on (about 19 maybe?) who was masturbating and verbally degrading herself. The video starts out with "people of motherless" and then goes into her self-degrading. It's several clips similar of her stitched together into a longer video.

I confess that I cast a spell to win the lottery but found a treasure instead…
 It was not but before yesterday. The lottery jackpot was outrageously high. I had attempted earlier with my girlfriend to produce enough loosh to manifest some winning numbers. We yielded no positive results for lottery but I enjoyed our endeavors. 
 I knew if we were to stand a chance of creating any real Sex Magik, we would need more willing bodies. People that entertained a certain type of magical thinking. Likely of the Cluste-B variety..
 I created a new profile on a popular alternative hook-up app. The profile pics were nothing particularly spectacular, but I thought they communicated a certain air of a couple that were secure with themselves. The bio though, was a simple short blurb advertising my intent. I didn’t fuck around with straight couples or bullshit bicurious single males. I wanted cock and pussy. I was going to have a fucking full swap or an orgy.
 The bio detailed my plan. All participants agree upon a shared set of lottery numbers. We then set upon each other with carnal lust and the appropriate Will and invoke our manifestation. “Should we fail to produce the lottery numbers”, I penned, “we would still win in the end”.
 The last part was an extremely dry joke but it was brought up later. 
 I actually received quite a few responses but most were single men. Eventually I received a message from a person I will call Jack. Jack had wife named Jill. Jack started sending me pictures faster than I could send mine back. I was afraid I wasn’t sending enough of my gf and too many of my cocklet and I. Jack didn’t mind though. Jack thought that was just fine.
 We set up a place for the four of us to meet. I always vet people out before I stick my dick into them or their’s into me. I have a sensitive barometer for people I fucking hate and so I like to sniff new prospects out before I take them home or to a hotel.
 I had cleared the entire thing with my girlfriend before I ever ran the add on the bio but given the small community we live in, and the troubles we have had before in finding swinging bi couples, she was very surprised at how fast I had arranged such a meeting. It made her nervous for the entire day.
 My gf and I arrived at the agreed meeting place before Jack and Jill. It wasn’t quite six in the evening but it was already dark. The other couple were more than fashionable late. My gf was practically frantic from the anxiety she felt. She usually feels some anxiety on the first meeting when we swing but this was extraordinary. It highly uncharacteristic of her.
 When they arrived I suggested we all just pile into my truck for the warmth. Jack and Jill were agreeable to that and we all climbed inside the cab. Jack liked my truck and tried to engage me a little on the topic of diesel engines and vehicle models like mine. I fained little knowledge. I was more interested in fucking his hole. I mean, his wife was okay, but I liked this man from the moment I smelled him. But I would soon cum to see how very much, Jack was absolutely insane.
 At first, there was some back and forth between the four of us but it would not be long before Jack would rise to dominate the conversation totally and I was in awe at the spectacle of him. He was a juggernaut that could not be stopped. Holy shit. He was a bit shorter than me and had a muscular build. Probably procured through hard work rather than lifting weights. He wore a fleece cap but I expected a cowboy hat. He a chiseled jaw with a cleft chin. He was very handsome.
 Jill was closer to our age. She was probably your typical bpd nympho. A body of about  average but very large breasts. Scandinavian with Irish maybe? Doesn’t really matter, she had large breasts. Very fuckable in my book. Her fantasies were very dark I think. Definitely lots of psychological damage. Large breasts though. Jack would tweak on her nipples as I sometimes managed to chime in. It was very distracting in the most delicious of ways. Did I mention that her breasts were rather large? She wanted dicks rubbing together inside her. Actually I wanted that, but I knew she would have enjoyed it.
 Jack wasn’t a total dick though. He had method to his maddness. As he attempted to dazzle my gf and I with his strange stories and exploits of himself he left small oppenings. He found out quite a bit more than I tried to let on. He was much more cleaver than one might initially assume by his antics.
 Jack began to regail us with stories of killing, incest, rape, sex torture, squirting, marijuana omnitopical, drugs, his construction career, his pro-rodeo career , his porn career,he was a veteran,  how he hated his mom (I guess?), more incest,his ties to mafia, the finer points of leather stitching and yet more incest.
 Also, he only bottemed unless, “the dude was a chick”. My girlfriend looked right at me as he said that. I knew what she was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. 
 Actually, I was thinking about something totally different than her. I had been watching far too many youtube videos about people psychological problems. I had found out what type of crazy people with traits like myself find appealing. Jack was prime specimen of what is supposed to get my juices flowing. I think that youtube is right. 
 With every story, my gf became more and more apprehensive. They mentioned god 11 times. She counted. Every other story was a burning red flag. “These people are fucking kray kray!”, she said to me without speaking. Sure, the story about the squirting sex slave and tarp over the matress seemed funny at fist. But they sorta lost my gf’s interest when the said they had to beat the shit out of her and take her to a mental hospital. Because they cared. Fucking A. The story of the justified homicide did not help. 
 I knew there was no way this was going past the initial meeting between us. It was a shame. I was not sure if anything this person said was true. Pathological lying is hallmark of people with narcissistic traits. But Jack was broken in way that seemed very familiar to me. It could very well be that every story he told was crafted based on his perception of what he thought I might find interesting. It could also be that most if not all of what he said is a close approximation of reality. Chaos fills the lives of the people with traumas. Jack lived in another world at any rate.  
 We finally parted ways after two hours of Jack’s fantastic stories. Neither my girlfriend or I thought it wise to persue them but I harbor deep regrets. Jack being either human typhoon with bpd or a psychotic narcissist, makes no difference to me. The damage is the same. The sex is probably the best I will never know. I don’t even know why it would be so great. But I think it would. People say that it is. Who am I to gainsay them?
 I wanted to win a billion a dollars but instead I found a person that beyond any treasure that could compare. A person so beautifuly tortured that only I could see the true worth of. A person that would not bore me. A person that would probably murder me. A person whose emotional dis-regulation riviled my own I think. Probably eclipsing it. I am sure every day with Jack would be a whirlwind of passion and near death experiences. 
 I confess this Jack, should you ever read this and recognize me, I would have rocked your world like no fucking other. I would have made you cum with every hole I have. I would have fucked every hole of yours. I would have played every crazy mind game you set up for me. I would have made every pore of yours drip sweet and I would have drained your fucking balls. I would have fucked your body, destroyed your mind and raped your sole. You would have fragmented into a dozen or more pieces inside your mind and I would have fucked every one of them. You could have beaten me until my body was bruised and my will was broken. I could have broken you. It would have been fun. I would have saved you from god. You could have joined me with the devil. We could have found refuge in each other’s holes.
 Fuckit, I still have your number…
 

What's a reasonably safe period of time to wait before posting all your ex's pics/vids?

I confess, I have a folder that I've migrated with me across a few machines. It's grown as the number of them have, however I have never posted a single picture. I have some (though after the breakup I convinced myself they were shit) amazing solo masturbation vids they have sent me.

The Dilemma:
So one of them is likely tech savvy enough to do google image searches to look, but what are the odds she still has the files to do the search against? She looks decently different enough these days that people might not recognize her but meh, you might from the voice. The other definitely would never find out on her own, but if someone saw it and it came back.
I respect them, they were great, we had our differences and split, some I'm more pissed at than others. I just feel bad for holding out some really good stuff from the rest of the world. Can someone convince me I don't owe them enough to keep holding back. I could say maybe an old computer got hacked but clearly they'd know it was me.

Just wondering if there was anyone who had this convo in the past and realized sharing was the right answer somehow.

Dude, that shit should have been on Motherless while you were together.
Right after breakup. Snitches get stitches. Share that fap-ammo.

I'm a 35yo white chubby guy. I'd consider myself to be a bear-type. Full beard, bigger guy. I only like to bottom. My first sexual encounter would be thought of as a very traumatic event for most people. Me as a fat white teen, surrounded by 7 black guys, pulled into an abandoned house, held down while they were taking turns. One after another, for over an hour. The pain was almost unbearable at first. Only had spit for lube, they tore and caused 20 stitches. After the first 20 minutes, uncontrollably crying, I started feeling something other than pain. Something good. While a 9" black crock was bottoming out with each thrust, I started moaning, and began to cum for the first time. Then I received my first breeding. Covered my asshole a little most was inside me. I stopped crying, and began moaning louder. The pain turned into tingles. One after the other, taking load after load. The last guy was massive to say the least. Was at least 10" and 3 finger thick. He also was the most vicious. No warning slams balls deep. Full pull out and then again. Turned me face down, legs in, ass lifted slightly, he just turned angry. Pushing off with his first hard. I started cumming again. This was different tho, it was more intense. And just when I thought I was done after a minute, it rolled into another one. And then another. And another. Just like a bitch. He started slowing down after about 8 minutes, and I found myself backing up into it. Still cumming, I began pushing back hard with my arms. He hooked under my arms and pulled me upright, and squeezed my throat with his hand. I couldnt breathe and didn't care. I started going faster, and then moaning. He started cumming hard. Which made me cum one last time, and was the most intense one. Legs shaking, body convulsing, until I finally stopped and my body went numb and I fell to the floor. I tried but couldnt move. They all left me laying there, naked, blood and cum leaking out of my ass. I layed like that for 45 minutes. Best encounter I've ever had. I want that again