bk-mbdb suck
it felt like somthing inbetween cocaine and coffe and it made me angry at 100mg insufflated. at 300 neasus and way to stimulated for 8 hours with a 24 hour down

at 10mg it is nice, it feel like strong coffe without the burden on the stomack

I don't know if this is the right forum, but I've got a story to share. It all really happened. I touched a girl while she was asleep. Or maybe she wasn't.

Some 30 years ago, I shared a house with two girls, for only a brief period, couple of weeks. They were nice and we got along well. I was twenty-something and the girls were two or three years younger. For various reasons, we were all virgins at the time. I didn't ask them directly, but they were both raised as strong catholics and from what they said about themselves, it was pretty clear to me that they had never had sex. One weekend, one of them left to see a friend, so it was only me and the other girl in the house. Things went as usual for both of us, we both did our own stuff, and ocassionally we met in the kitchen or in the living room. I think it was Saturday night, none of us went out, so we watched TV and chatted about life, school and whatnot. It got late but we didn't feel like we were done with chatting, so the girl, let's call her Suzie, asked if she could sleep in my bed so that we could keep talking. I was sure there was nothing sexual in it, because of her attitude towards sex. (Not that I wouldn't want to - she was pretty, blond hair, slender body, nice firm boobs.) Aside from her attitude, a short time before that she started going out with one of my friends - it was nothing serious yet, but they were recognized as being in a 'relationship', sort of. And I had a large king-sized bed in my room, where we could sleep far enough from each other so that there'd be no contact between us. So we did like we agreed. Went to bed, talked a little more, fell asleep. Nothing steamy.
In the morning, I woke up at the break of dawn, unusually. We slept under one large duvet, and during the night our bodies must have had naturally moved towards each other. I don't remember exactly - it's been a while, - but we were touching somehow. Maybe with legs, hips, or my hand touching some part of her body, I don't know. Anyway, the unknown feeling of finding myself so close to a young girl with attractive body, in one bed, almost in the dark, and the sense of light touch... ESPECIALLY that sense of touch... it gave me a huge boner instantly. I just lay there motionless, enjoying the moment and thinking what to do next. Well, I guess maybe I didn't think that much, it all went naturally. I drew myself closer to her, pretending it to be a natural movement in my sleep. I wanted to touch her as much as I could, and I was hoping I'd get to some interesting places. But I definitely didn't want her to wake up and realize what was going on. I was afraid she'd freak out, run away and later tell everyone how I tried to take advantage of the situation. I was afraid of how people would look at me then, including her fresh boyfriend - my friend. So I made only small movements and then stopped every time for a couple minutes, pretending to be asleep. We touched with our legs a little. Then more, our thighs touched. I touched her arm, then somehow I wrapped my arm around her waist, wondering if it's not too much. It seemed it wasn't, and her sleeping body accommodated to my movements. It already felt like heaven. She wore a black, not-too-long t-shirt and something like elastic running shorts. I wasn't sure whether that was it, or whether she wore anything underneath those shorts. I don't remember every detail, where and how I touched her, but I remember her turning on her back. I was on my side, turned towards her. Slowly, with long pauses, I worked my hand up her chest and very lightly touched one of her boobs, through the t-shirt. It felt great. I thought I could feel her nipple. I could barely breath, I was so excited. Then I went down to her belly, under the t-shirt and tried to touch her skin, to see if she wakes up. She didn't. But this time I didn't have the courage to go back up again and touch her naked boob, I only placed my hand just below it, so that I could feel where it began.
This was already more than I had hoped for, but I let my hand to further wander over her body. She turned on her side, away from me, and I gradually put my hand on her hip, ass, thigh, knee, I think I could even reach as far as her calf. It seemed as if she could somehow sense all this in her sleep and it felt pleasant to her, because every now and then her body would make small movements, but she never drew herself away from me.
Then she moved more and I didn't know what it was, what position she was in. So I lifted the duvet and had a look. She was now half on her side, half on her belly, her back and ass turned towards me, and she had brought one foot to the knee of her other leg, so her thighs were now parted. My heart jumped. Until then, I couldn't get between her legs, because they were together and I didn't want to push my hand hard, so as not to wake her. But now, I was so horny I couldn't resist trying to touch her between her legs. Again, very slowly, I put my hand on her ass. My cock was throbbing. If I touched myself then, I'd probably blow my load instantly. I felt her nice, round ass with my hand, and then slid it further and further down the crack. She didn't move. I could feel that under the elastic, it was bare skin. I could feel her pussy lips with my fingers, at first very hasitatingly, but then I pressed a little harder, as she didn't react. Now I was in heaven. A few hours ago I had no idea I would be touching a virgin pussy. All my senses concentrated into my fingertips. I was like a blind man. I knew I'd never see her pussy, so I was trying to 'see' it as much as I could with my fingers, and let my imagination complete the picture. I don't know how long I was there, rubbing the fabric and feeling the soft skin and flesh underneath. I moved my fingers along the entire length of her pussy, up and down, and it felt wonderful. I went up, over where I thought her clit would be, and I could feel her hair through the fabric. Then I touched her clit again... and that was when she moaned and moved her body.
I froze. Actually, no - I let go of her instantly, in panic. By then, the room was filled with daylight. She woke up, and turned to look at me. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know whether she felt anything, or how much she felt. I don't remember what we said to each other, but I remember she replied to whatever I told her, "Did we do anything? I don't remember," with a knowing look in her eyes and a hint of a smile. At that point, I was still confused. It wasn't until much later that I realized that she knew pretty good what we were doing, that she must have felt everything. That she must have been awake probably long before I touched her breast through the t-shirt. Unless you're drunk or something, I think it's impossible that you wouldn't wake up to someone touching your legs, back, belly, breast... So she probably pretended to be asleep for most of the time and only let out a moan when she couldn't hold it anymore. And she probably wanted me to continue, although never said so, and I've wondered many times how far she would've let me go. But I stopped, and I'll never find out. Over the years I recalled the situation many times, and always found it so stimulating. I often imagined what would have happened if I ignored her moan and continued. How I would massage her clit until those shorts were soaked with her juices. How I would then slide my hand in her pants and feel her warmth and wetness with my fingers. How I would take off those shorts and she wouldn't - couldn't resist, then go down and eat her out. How I'd roll that t-shirt up and see those beautiful tits of her and grab them with my hands. How she would moan then. How her body would arch in orgasm. How I would let her suck my cock, or teach her to give me a handjob, or just rub the head of my dick on her moist pussy lips, until I covered with my cum her young, slender christian body that pretends that doesn't want to have sex.
But that's all left to my imagination. I'm glad for the experience as it happened, it remained a huge turn-on for me for years to come.

I confess that today I fucked my lunch, came in it, ate it all, and loved every second.

So last night, or more accurately very early this morning, I dreamt that I was sucking my own cock to completion, and I swear that I could feel the orgasm even.  The last bit is new, but I've had plenty of dreams where I am magically flexible enough to deepthroat my middling dick.  I was actually disappointed to wake up and find that it wasn't a wet dream, as it has been decades since that happened.

I went about my day as normal, and returned home for lunch.  I chose the leftover pancit, and began to reheat it in the microwave.  To pass the time I decided to Google whether other people had had similar dreams, and was rewarded with some interesting Reddit threads.  While reading I became pretty aroused, and had a weird thought while mixing the food:  the container is about dick deep and full of warm, soft, oily noodles that already sounds like a wet pussy when I mix them.  So I stripped, positioned the cuntainer between two couch cushions, and laid down on top of it.

The noodles were warm (hot, really), firm, and moist.  A little more loose than I prefer, rather like the floppy asshole of that old guy at the adult bookstore off the freeway.  The chunks of chicken kinda felt like the times I've fucked my wife's ass and there were hard turds brushing against the head of my cock.  It was one of the more interesting pussy simulators I've built and/or used.  I just took my time and and enjoyed the warmth and gentle stimulation. In and out, sometimes stirring the noodles around the tub.  After a few minutes the urge to cum grew pretty strong, and I picked up the pace of thrusting, building and building... Until I erupted, spewing hot cum deep into the hotter food!

I rested for a few moments, savoring the afterglow.  I dismounted, finding a large scoop of noodles resting atop my rigid member, and carefully brushed it back into my latest sexual conquest.  I stepped back to the kitchen and cleaned off my dick, returning to the couch with the fork, trying to decide whether this would be a (normal) time that post-nut clarity would keep me from eating my own jizz.  I looked around the translucent container, but couldn't really see any of the intruder I knew, logically, lurked within.  I mixed thoroughly, expecting to see some sign, but found none.  But I was running out of lunch hour, too.  I began to gobble down the pancit, detecting only small changes to the flavor.  Definitely could taste the the cum, but only really because I knew it was there and was looking for it.  And I loved it!  My dick remained hard the entire meal, and into the car ride back to work, as I reflected on my experiment.

Now, late at night, I am eyeing that last leftover container, and can feel that twitch in my cock.  Too bad my wife is in the next room.  Guess I wait for lunch tomorrow?

I confess that i love it when a chick digs here finger nails into my chest muscles when she comes. To the point of drawing blood, it makes me cum harder and faster. Is this a guy thing? Is it part of the dom nature we have that any contact with our chest muscles sets off some kind of male endorphins or is it more psychological and mental stimulation for us?

Meaning the sub female is pouncing on the male dom lion or something of that nature, i see it as a real bonding that she is mine when she does that, which is why it gets me off because i am not into pain but i put up with the pain to get the emotional "i am yours strong man rush".
Peace Always

I confess that since I came on motherless I started doing things I was not doing before. Like when I go to take a shower I started laying down on my back and scooting forward till the Faucets water is on my asshole. Then I rub it a little as the water stimulates it. Then I scoot back a couple inches and still laying flat with my legs up in the air piss as hard as I can. If it is strong enough I let it go in my mouth first then all over my face just remember to close your eyes for that part if you try. I hold it in my mouth till I stand up and turn the shower on. Then I let it run out of my mouth onto my body as the water washes it all away. Pretty harmless but fun. I do lots of naughtier but this one is PG13 enough to share. What have you started doing after coming on here and realizing your inner pervert has been neglected. And in advance fuck off trolls no one cares what you think so go somewhere else and whine. You mother doesn't even care about you anymore and shes a dumb whore.

Had an earlier version of this story I wrote in a different post, but decided to re-post here so it didn't get lost in the piles of old threads:

Emily had just turned 14 the day before. Now she found herself bent over a desk at the front of the room in her 8th grade health class. Her shirt was pulled up around her neck, and her small, puffy breasts were hanging over the edge of the desk. Her dress was flipped up and her panties pulled down around her ankles. She was a randomly selected volunteer for that day's experiment: qualitatively and quantitatively assessing the human physiological response to sexual stimuli.

The teacher had his large hand on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and wiping her asshole with a soft, damp sponge. He said to the class, "I need someone to come up here and administer the stimulation. Who wants to volunteer?" All the boys in the class raised their hands, while the girls looked down at their desks or giggled to themselves, keeping their arms down. "I need a female volunteer, that way Chelsea won't feel so self-conscious. Anna, why don't you come up here and help?"

Anna, 13 years old, a small, shy brunette walked to the front of the class and looked down at her shoes. One of the boys yelled, "Haha, Anna's a lesbo!" The teacher retorted, "We'll not have any outbursts in this class. This is an educational experience and we're doing this for the sake of knowledge." He turned to Anna. "Okay, Anna, start off by applying gentle pressure to her anus and see how she responds." Hesitantly, Anna took her finger and ran it over Emily's asshole. Emily's anal muscles spasmed slightly at the feeling, causing Anna to pull away in surprise. The teacher said, "It's, okay, nothing to be frightened of. Everyone, record that reaction in your notes. Anna, put some of this lubricant on your thumb and press on Emily's anus until you're just able to penetrate it."

As Anna took her lubed thumb and pressed, Emily's face flushed with embarrassment. When Anna's thumb finally entered her asshole, her expression changed to one of shock and surprise, quickly inhaling and emitting a small moan. "Very good Anna," said her teacher, "now I want you to take your free fingers and slowly massage Emily's vulva." Emily She closed her eyes in shame, feeling her pussy quickly growing wetter as Anna executed the command.

"Okay," said the teacher, "I want everyone to come up here and get a close look at what's happening." The other students gathered in close. The teacher grabbed one of Emily's breasts and angled it toward the rest of the students. "Notice how her skin is becoming more flush and the tissue in her breasts is swelling slightly as she becomes more aroused? Henry, come over here and get your face in between Emily's legs. Can you see how the same thing is happening to her genitals? Take a good whiff and see if you can smell the secretions her vagina is producing." Henry, a blonde, slight boy of 13 did as he was told. "Yuck! It smells gross!" He quickly pulled his head back from between Emily's legs. The teacher looked at Henry, amused. "It's an acquired taste, but you'll come to appreciate it. Anna, thanks for your help. There is some hand sanitizer on my desk for you to use." Anna pulled her thumb out of Emily's butt, much to Emily's relief.

"Okay," said the teacher, "now that we've conducted some initial qualitative observations, let's collect some quantitative data.” He produced from his desk a device similar in shape to a rabbit vibrator. “What I have here is a vaginal pressure and moisture sensor with an attached clitoral stimulator.” The teacher spread Emily's pussy lips and inserted the device, aligning the outer branch of the device directly next to her clit. He leaned down next to her ear and said in a consoling voice, “It's okay Emily, I know this is probably a little embarrassing, but just try to relax and enjoy yourself so we can gather some good data.” He stood up and addressed the rest of the class. “The device is connected to the laptop on my desk. We'll use that to control the amount of stimulation applied and it will display the Emily's vaginal contractions on a graph, where we have time on the x-axis and intensity of the contraction on the y-axis.”

He clicked on the computer's control screen and turned the clit vibrator up to 10%. The students alternated between watching the flickers of pleasure and embarrassment on Emily's face and the graph showing a slowly increasing moisture level and only small, occasional vaginal contractions. “Okay,” said the teacher, “what's everyone's hypothesis for what will happen to moisture levels and contraction intensity when I increase the stimulation?” In a bored voice, indicating the students' frustration with such an obvious question, they said in unison, “they'll increase...”

The teacher increased the vibration intensity to 50%. The sudden jolt caused Emily to twitch, and after a few seconds, she closed her eyes and began breathing more heavily. “Very good,” said the teacher, “the graph confirms your hypotheses.” Let's see what happens when we introduce an outside impulse stimulus. He leaned over and whispered something to Tony, the 14 year old boy standing next to him. “Everyone watch the graph as I count down. 3, 2, 1, now.” Tony spanked Emily's ass with an open hand, causing her emit a small moan as her body tensed. “Everyone see that big pulse on the contraction part of the graph? That's from Tony's impulse stimulus. Okay, Tony, please increase the stimulation to 100%.”

Tony clicked on the control application and the room filled with the sound of the vibrator buzzing firmly against Emily's clit. Within seconds, her leg began to shake. The convulsions worked their way up her body until she was completely within the throes of an intense, aura inducing orgasm. “Everyone watch: see how strong the vaginal contractions become during orgasm? This is an indication of female pleasure and can also bring intense pleasure to a male partner during intercourse.” Very few students were in fact watching; most of the male students struggled to hide their erections, while the female students watched with glee as the boys fiddled to position their hard-ons in a less conspicuous manner.

“Alright. Thank you, Emily, you've been a wonderful volunteer. You can go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. Take the rest of the class period the recover and get your notes from someone else to take home for the homework assignment.” Emily pulled the vaginal sensor out with a small queef, which prompted laughter from the rest of the class. She would have blushed if she could have, but her face was already flush from her recent quaking orgasm. She pulled her shirt back on, flipped her skirt down, and walked as quickly as she could from the room.

“For the rest of you still here, I want to you pair up into teams of two, one boy and one girl in each. We're going to recreate what you just saw with Emily, but this time each boy will assess the vaginal contractions of his female partner using his own handy, built-in pressure sensor. To start off, each boy will need an erection. Please pull down your drawers, gentlemen, and let your partner inspect your state of rigidity. Girls, if your partner is not fully erect, apply gentle oral stimulation until he is. Be gentle though, as some of these guys may be quite sensitive and we don't want to cause a premature ejaculation. If he is, go ahead and give his scrotum a lick, just so he doesn't feel left out.”

All the boys stood next to their desks while the girls kneeled in front of them. Some were hesitant to look when their partner produced his penis, but eventually all the girls worked up the courage to touch the mostly hairless cocks in front of them. Most of the boys were still sporting boners that are the product of youth, though a few had lost them out of shy nervousness. The teacher walked around to confirm that each girl was applying proper suction to her partner's penis or was licking his balls until they were ready to move on. “Everyone, raise your hand if your team is ready to move on to the next part of the activity. Okay, it looks like we can go ahead.”

Standing at the front of the room, the teacher said, “Girls, I want to you bend over your desk like you saw Emily doing earlier. Please either pull down your pants or pull your skirts up and remove your panties so your partner has clear access to your vagina. Also, please raise your hand if you've had your first period already.” About two thirds of the girls raised their hands. The teacher went around and handed condoms to their male partners. “The school is short on funding, as always, so only the boys who are with girls at risk of getting pregnant are going to use condoms today.”

“Boys, with the help of your partner, I want you to penetrate your partner's vagina. Do NOT thrust once you get inside. I know you want to, but if you do, I'm sure a good number of you won't last long and you'll miss the point of this experiment—we want you to be able to properly feel the vaginal spasms of the female orgasm when it comes.” The boys awkwardly attempted to enter the girls in front of them, some having an easier time than others, but all eventually finding their way in.

“Girls, once you have your teammate's penis fully inside you, start rubbing yourself however you like in a way that will allow you to achieve orgasm. If you're having difficulty, let me know and I'll do what I can to help.” The group of girls, ranging from 12 to 14 years old, now fully accommodating a range of small, solid penises inside them, reached between their legs and began frigging themselves. Some of the more adventurous girls occasionally groped their partners' smooth balls, while all the boys tried their very best to keep fight the urge to grind against the girl in front of them.

Eventually some of the girls began to moan, and could feel themselves approaching their goal. Stephanie was the first to find herself falling into an orgasm, and as she did, her 13 year old pussy muscles clamped furiously around her partner's cock. Tim had been thinking about baseball and dead penguins when he was jerked back to reality as he was milked hard and fast by Stephanie's pulsing pussy. It was too much for him and he felt a sudden tightness and then a wave of pleasure as he ejaculated deep inside her.

This scene repeated itself again and again until only one team was left, a 12 year old girl and her 13 year old partner. Aimee called the teacher over and explained to him that she'd never orgasmed before and wasn't exactly sure how. “It's okay, not a problem. Let me see if I can help you.” The teacher positioned himself under the pair of students. He had also noticed that her partner, Henry, the boy who had been less than thrilled with the smell of pussy, had begun to lose his erection, so he alternated between licking Aimee's clit and tonguing the crease of Henry's balls and the bit of his shaft not completely burried in the young girl's twat. As Henry's erection returned, the teacher focused his entire attention on Aimee's tiny clit and firm, peach fuzz-covered labia, holding her skinny thighs to give himself leverage. The girl squirmed slightly, but eventually found a spot she liked and pressed back against her teacher's probing tongue. Soon enough, she too began to quake and gasped suddenly as her insides began pulsing around Henry's cock. She could feel Henry's cum fill her up while her teacher gradually lessened his attack. She collapsed on her desk and let out a quiet sigh.

The teacher returned to the front of the room and looked out at the boys leaned over their young female partners, hips tightly against their firm asses covered with tiny goose bumps as their cocks wilted and slowly fell out of the tiny, dripping pussies. “Good job all. Class dismissed.”

Why is this a confession? Because I am married..

Friday at lunchtime I visited an Asian massage parlor (AMP)in San Jose. It was my first time at one of these. I had been researching them on rubmaps . com. From that site, I learned there was a provider named Amy at this place, who provided more than just massage.

The massage room is in the back of a barber shop. When I first got there, about noon, there was nobody there except an old Vietnamese woman curling her own hair. (some people think this is Amy's Mom. I didn't ask.) She didn't notice me when I first walked in. I asked if Amy was there. She said "Two minutes. You wait here." I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, she led me to the massage room and told me to wait there for Amy.

The massage room was good sized, quiet, dark (purple walls and only a small lamp) and scented of incense and massage oil. It was nicely decorated with a couple of tasteful pictures on the walls. Soft music completed the relaxing atmosphere. I took off my clothes and laid down on my back on the massage bed and covered myself with the towel.

About 15 minutes passed, and I was about to go out and ask where Amy was, when I heard sounds outside, and then she came in. She was a very pretty small Vietnamese girl. She had on a slinky grey dress with a plunging neckline showing off her ample breasts. She came over to me, introduced herself, and said "I do massage, OK?" I took that to mean I should turn over, so I did. She took the towel off me and went to work.

Her massage skills were very good. She gave me an oily massage and worked every region with her strong hands. While she was working next to me, I started exploring her leg with my hand. She didn't mind. He skin felt so soft and smooth, and her flesh so firm. I worked my way up her thigh to her firm J-Lo ass. I was delighted to find she was wearing no panties. At one point, she stretched, opening her legs, and I found her tiny pussy with my fingers.

Towards the end of the massage, she trailed her fingernails across my lower back and bottom, with a kind of butterfly effect, which was quite stimulating. Then she had me turn over, she touched my penis, and she said "What you want?". I said "I want everything Baby." She said "Everything $100, OK?" I said OK. I told her I wanted a blow job with no condom before she left to get a warm towel to clean me and a condom.
I should have told her I wanted to lick her pussy too before she left, because she oiled her pussy while she was gone. But she cleaned it off for me when I asked.

Then she took off her dress, and I liked what I saw. I wouldn't say she is "thick", but she is pleasantly shapely. Perfect breasts, and actually perfect everything else. No flab, everything firm. Very sexy woman!

She started on the blowjob, and she was good. I was really enjoying it, she was taking it deep, just the way I like it, when she stopped to put the condom on.

Then I licked her pussy. I put her on her back on the bed, and went to work. She has a cute little bush. I think she was enjoying what I was doing, because I felt her jerk involuntarily a couple of times, but she was very quiet, in fact she didn't make noise or talk much the whole time. We talked in whispers, it seemed. I think she didn't want Mama to know what was going on, maybe.

Then I got on top of her and fucked her missionary for a while, which was very enjoyable with her tight little body. Then we switched to CG, and she bobbed up and down on me squatting, like asians do. That wasn't doing it for me, so I had her lie down on me so I could feel her lovely breasts and the rest of her luxurious body on me. Her hair and skin smelled delicious. She obviously just had a shower. After a while I had a really good orgasm. She tried to get up right away, but I asked her to stay there on top of me for a minute of afterglow, while I enjoyed the feeling of her body, and kissed her delicious shoulder.

She went to get a warm wet towel and cleaned me up, and got me a bottle of water. I gave her $110 and a hug, and told her I would come back to see her soon.

I left there completely satisfied, with a big smile on my face.