I knew about my son`s cuckold relationship thanks to acquaintances. We all belong to the BDSM community. I was having none of it. Although I had always been very dominant with him, I expected he would behave like a man with his wife, not to let her step over him like he did. That´s why I always spanked my daughter in law, to get her to know her place.The worst part was the identity of the “bull”: a SWITCH (ie, someone who can be both a dominant AND a submissive, depending on the circunstances, therefore, NOT A REAL DOMINANT) whom I have dominated several times at BDSM meetups, without sex. Imagine my frustration when I realized this poor excuse for a man, whom I have had literally kissing my feet, was topping both my son and daughter in law, pretending to be an “alpha male”. So I tried to talk him out of the picture in the next meetup. First, I tried to reason with him, to no avail. Then I used my daughter in law as a whipping girl, but this just turned him on even more. So I appealed to his submissive side just by ordering him to end that relationship, to which he said this wasn´t my business. I threatened to reveal to both of them who he really was. He didn´t respond, so I backed him against a wall, slapped him across the face and had him opening his mouth so I could spit inside. After he swallowed, I touched his boner and commented how aroused he was getting with my mistreatment, as a reminder of his true role. He looked at me a bit scared but didn´t cave in. My frustration grew even stronger when my son told me he was planning to get my daughter in law pregnant from their “bull”. I knew they wouldn´t believe me he was a switch, so I arranged a meetup with the four of us, so they could see it by their own eyes. Upon arrival, I told him I was going to spank him and ordered him to strip naked. After a moment of hesitation and looking to the three of us, he obliged. They couldn´t believe their eyes. Then I did the same to my DIL. Then I took the two of them, broken and naked, to my bedroom and told my son to wait outside. Once inside, I sat on the bed and told my DIL to sit in a chair, kiss my feet and take off my heels. While she did, I fondled her body (I´ve always had a bi streak) and taunted her about how I had “her bull” wrapped around my finger now. Then I took off my dress and underwear and told her to lie on the bed. She looked at my naked body with a mix of jealousy and fear and shook her head. She knew what was coming. For a moment I thaught about ordering the “bull” to restrain her for me, but I didn´t want any more physical contact between those two, so, instead, I said to him “Don´t intervene, and don´t masturbate, just sit there and enjoy, this is between she and me, did you get it?”. My DIL couldn´t believe when he just answered with a very submissive “Yes, Ma ´am”.Despite being younger, she is a petite woman, so it was easy for me to push her to the bed and climb over her. She tried to resist and, to her credit, gave quite a good fight, but she was no match for me. I managed to pin her wrists against the headboard, plant a kiss on her and trib her to orgasm. Then I threw her, had her lying flat on her back and sat on her face. I ordered her to lick me to orgasm, which she did. Meanwhile, I taunted her about how much she enjoyed the tribbing and how much “her bull” was enjoying the show. When I came, I told her to sat on the chair and watch how submissive was “her bull” on bed. I had him handcuffed to the bed and told him he couldn´t cum without my permission, to which he only responded “Yes, Ma ´am”. I straddled, scratched, slapped, spat, smother and had him begging to be allowed an orgasm. He obliged like the good submissive he actually is. When he cum, I had my DIL clean up the creampie from my cunt, something she did with my son as part of their cuckolding practices. When she was done, I told her to spit the cum on “her bull”`s face. She did it without hesitation and with a lot of rage. I was having the time of my life, so I told her to feel free to take out her frustration with him, just like I did. She straddled him and spent a good while slapping his face, body and balls and calling him a wimp and a fraud. As you can imagine, I encouraged her to continue. Not only she ended that fake relationship, I ended up turning him into the cuckold he actually is in the following months, having him watching me with other men while he only watched, and performing degrading acts just like he did to my son. And then I dumped him, too. These days, either he performs as a submissive or switches with other fake dominants like him. No one has taken him seriously as a dominant since that day. 

I have wanted to post my confession for a while, but have never had the balls to do it. I found this site on my dads PC and I know he likes to read confessions. I think he may guess this is me but I am going to take the chance. I am even going to use my real name just to add to the risk, I know you will all say I want to get caught and maybe I do I still don't know myself.
I am Kelly and I am 20 years old, I am very blonde and also very short only 4 foot 10 inches tall, I am slim but my breasts are small too, almost nothing really but I have learned to live with it and yes I would like bigger but unless I win the lotto that isn't going to happen. I have always been quite shy and did not lose my virginity until I was 18 and it was not the best time I have ever had, but that is not my confession.
My confession starts around a month ago, and it all started very innocent. I was visiting my friend Karen, I met her last year at work and over time we became good friends. She is older than me 34 but unlike me she is very outgoing, she would drag me out to clubs and she acted more like my age than I did, she is married and her husband Mark is very easy going and let her do pretty much anything she wanted. Anyway getting back to my confession I was at her house and we were having a few glasses of wine, well more like a few bottles. She started talking about sex and she knew my sex life was very limited but this time she just kept talking and asked if I wanted to see some naked pictures of Mark, I went very red and she didn't wait for me to answer, she pulled out a box full of pictures not just of him but also of her. She laughed and told me not to be shy, she handed me some pictures of Mark, he was naked and his cock was hard and my god it was big. She handed me more and some were him shooting cum and the more I looked the wetter I was getting. She showed me pictures of him fucking her and then of him fucking another woman, that got me thinking and I asked who she was, she told me she was an old school friend and then the next picture Karen was sucking her nipples. Now I had thought about sex with other women before, what girl hasn't? but even with the internet I had never really looked at pictures of girls doing it. As I looked at more, I was really getting wet. Now what happened next I can't tell you if it was an accident or not, but Karen stood up and spilt her wine right over my top and skirt, she said I should get out of them and she would put them in the washing machine, before I could say anything she had pulled my top over my head, I didn't resist and stood up and took my skirt off, all I was wearing after that was a pair of very un sexy panties, no bra because my breasts are so small. Karen came back in and she was naked, it was then it dawned on me that she had spilt the wine to get me naked. She said it was so warm anyway and asked if I minded the nudity, I shook my head and took a big drink of wine. She saw my panties were wet and she smiled and said I was over dressed. I stood up and pulled them off before I had time to think about it. She said wow, she say I was not shaved just trimmed. She asked If I wanted to see a video of Mark and her, it was about now I knew where this was going. She put the DVD on and right away I saw her sucking his monster cock, and as we watched I saw her fingers go to her pussy and then it cut away to Mark fucking another girl, this time the girl was around my age and his cock was in her ass, I couldn't look away, I noticed my had had gone to my own pussy and was gently rubbing my clit. As I watched Karen put her hand on my thigh, I froze and I don't know why but I moved my hand away and she put her hand in its place. I sat back and she pushed my legs open, from that time on I was in her power, she pushed her finger in and it was soon replaced by her mouth, I have no idea how long she was licking me but her tongue was doing magic things to me, then it hit me my first ever orgasm done by someone else and it was a big one and it just kept coming. When it stopped she moved up and kissed me, a full on kiss my hand went to her pussy and my finger slid deep in, I just knew what to do, it was like something had clicked in my head. We kissed and touched fir a while and then came up for air. She asked if I was OK? all I did was nod and smile. We drank a little more and I was so relaxed I never heard Mark come in, He laughed when he saw us and said to Karen that she had managed to seduce me then. Karen jumped up kissed him and started to undress him. In under a minuet he was naked and I saw that monster cock for real. He was semi hard and she led him over to me and took my hand and put it on his cock, it was so thick my small hand couldn't go all the way round. Karen told me to turn over and get on my knees on the couch, she opened my legs and I felt his cock at my pussy then it went in, my god even though I was very wet he really had to push and it hurt a little, he pushed it all the way in and slowly at first started to fuck me, i felt a finger at my ass and then Karen's started to lick my ass as he fucked me. He got a little faster and Karen stopped licking and stuck a finger in my ass, I have no idea how long it lasted but he exploded in my pussy and I fell forward on the couch feeling exhausted. We played around licking and sucking for a while and I must have fallen asleep because I woke the next morning still naked on the couch with Karen next to me. I had no idea where my clothes were, I got up and went to the kitchen to get a drink. I found my clothes washed dried and folded, I dressed and left a note for Karen

I got home and my dad asked me where I had been and why I had not called I told him where I had been and he was happy that I was safe. I wonder if he will read this :)

Mail Order Bride: My Experiences
This is probably going to be a long read.
I'm not sure if anyone on this site has delved into mail order brides, but if you've got the money and you're lonely - it's not the worst thing in the world to do. I've always had several fetishes for oriental and even Russian ladies. So after grieving for a few years after my wife left me for another woman (yes, that fucked with me in so many ways), I decided to try the dating scene. I'd make matches, sometimes even hook up with the lady but nothing really ever clicked enough for me to have a long term relationship with the women. It was date, fuck, on to the next. It got old fast and I was looking for something more, looking for a woman that was actually in to me. So one day I decided to try it.

The sign up fees are stupid and can range from $70 - $200 a month depending on the package you select. I figured I'd make quick work out of it and find someone I was interested in and exchange personal information with them. SO I signed up.
A lot of these girls look like 10/10 models - they all have professional pictures taken and I was like "well I just got scammed, they're all fake as fuck." Seeing all of these flawless women was a bit of a turn off for me - being in my late 40s, I knew I wasn't a bad looking guy but these women - all of them were way out of my league and I had my doubts, especially because I know a majority of them are after citizenship. I felt like I made a big mistake.
I contacted a couple of the ladies, usually didn't get a response. One day I logged in and this very attractive Filipino lady left me a message, just saying "Hi. Saw your profile."
I went to her profile and looked at her pictures, and just kinda shook my head.
I was talking to other women on there, but nothing really panned out. A lot of them barely spoke English.
So I chatted her up. I told her that we had an obvious age difference, and that I didn't know if she'd be comfortable with that. She replied back, "Most Filipina ladies like older men, it's kind of a cultural thing. I like older white men."
So we hit it off. We decided to exchange personal details and I called her up and we'd talk on Skype too. We'd laugh, joke, and just talk about everything under the sun - including her past relationships. She was engaged to be married but the guy got another woman pregnant and the marriage was cancelled. She talked about some of her boyfriends being abused and drinking all the time. She told me about her parents and how she moved out of the house at a young age and supports herself by having a masters degree in economics and works in Manilla and helps with city planning. We talked for months and months. We'd get intimate on Skype, she'd start fingering her pussy, moaning that she wished I was inside her.
"When are you coming, or should I come visit you?" she asked.
My heart raced. So I made plans to take off work for a week and fly out to the Philippines. It's a long flight and I couldn't even sleep - but when I got on the ground I got off the plane, and went outside the airport and called her. She was waiting for me and saw me standing by the road, and honked her horn. She got out of her car and ran up to me, gave me a great big hug and kissed me on the lips. Holy fuck she looked better than her pictures, she could have easily been a model. I loaded my luggage in her car and hopped in the passenger seat. I'm used to order, at least somewhat order - but driving in the Philippines scared the ever fuck out of me. It was very unnerving. From nice paved roads to roads cratered with massive potholes then to dirt roads - we finally made it to her small house that she was renting. We talked all the way to her place, I was so shocked I finally got to meet her - because I didn't feel like it would ever happen.
I was nervous and didn't want to push myself on her, I was worried that maybe I was ugly to her in person.
We got inside, and she made me feel right at home.
"You must be hungry! I cooked this yesterday for you, I'll heat it up, and I'll get you some tea!"
She spoke perfect English, with a small accent from Tagalog.
I told her not to worry. I felt a bit nervous - all the discussions we had, all the cybersex we had - I felt out of place.
She called me over to her small little kitchen table and had a plate prepared for me, with hot peppers, fish and some other ingredients. I have no idea what it's called (even to this day).
"You said you like spicy babe," she said smiling.
I took a few bites. My mouth was on fire, tears ran down my face.
"Holy fuck!" I said, "It's perfect."
She giggled, and her small firm chest bounced at bit. She caught me looking.
"Now now, there's enough time for that later. You still think I'm attractive right? I was so worried that you wouldn't think I'm attractive... "
I looked at her, "You're beautiful, absolutely stunning. Of course I'm attracted to you - physically and mentally. Hopefully I'm not ugly to you..."
Her eyes widened, "Oh, you're fucking hot dude, I'm still very interested in you!"
So we watched some TV, she obviously was horny, as I held her hand she guided me down her shorts to reveal a shaved and dripping wet pussy.
I haven't had sex in a long time. I didn't last long at all. Just how tight she was, how perfect her body was, and how beautifully she looked right into my eyes while I was inside her. I felt her touch my soul so deeply.
"I always imagined this moment, just like this..." she said, smiling.
"Oh, I thought I'd last a lot longer than I did, it's your turn to cum..."
She moaned as she played with my cum dripping out of her swollen pussy. Her fingers spread her dark brown pussy lips aside, showing a beautiful pink inside, as white dribbles of my sperm leaked onto her couch.
My mouth found her small supple tits, licking and sucking - I worked my way down to her dripping shaved pussy, and started massaging her clit with my tongue.
She moaned and grabbed a fist full of my hair, pulling me closer as her hips moved back and forth as I ate her out.
"I'll always be yours, I love you..." she moaned.
"I love you too," I said taking a quick breath.
She began to buck and moan, "Fuck..." she whispered, releasing my hair from her grip.
"I'm not going to want to leave you here," I admitted.
It got late, we ate dinner and went to bed. We fucked again before falling asleep.
We were to lovers who seemed obsessed. She took the week off of work so she could show me the sites around Manilla.
While she took me around to see the sites, something popped into my head - "just marry her already."
I went into a jewelry store by myself (she had errands to run) and got her a nice engagement ring.
The next time she took me out on the town, there was this big beautiful fountain (not sure of the name of it) and I got down on one knee.
"You bring so much life to me, my mind body and soul would ache without you being in my life, will you marry me?"
Her eyes widened, and she looked right into my eyes. There was an uncomfortable silence which seemed to last for an eternity.
"Of course I'll marry you!"
People around us clapped and congratulated us.
I didn't know how easy it was to get married in the Philippines. It's almost like Vegas but without Elvis overseeing your vows.
We fucked every single day, sometimes twice to three times in the same day. We discussed that she was going to quit her job and move with me to the USA. So I helped her pack a lot of her stuff in boxes and we mailed the boxes to my address. She talked to her landlord who owned the property and told them she was leaving at the end of the week, so she can move to the USA with her husband.
The landlord congratulated her and wished her well.
I've been married to her for 15 years and she is still the most amazing woman I've ever met in my life.
We've had 2 kids together and her body snapped right back into shape. She's as beautiful as ever. A timeless beauty. So yeah. Sometimes those crazy mail order bride sites actually work.

I confess that I'm 30 and I just enrolled in college to be around hot, young girls, especially freshman girls. Yes, I'm that pervy. It's not a Community College either; it's a large research university that I moved from home to attend with sororities, parties, and hot young girls running amok.

Growing up in a family that never really talked about or put much emphasis on college, I felt robbed of the college experience. Now, even though it's later in life, I'm glad I get to experience this. Even though I can't experience it to the FULL effect (i.e. I'm probably too old at this point for a dorm, or to join a fraternity, this is still pretty awesome.

I didn't really go for my education. I already have an okay paying job. I went because college girls turn me on, and I want to fuck them, lots of them, before I leave this joint - especially the young college freshman with their 18 year old smooth, hairless, and blemish-free legs with no line or imperfection separating where the leg ends and the asscheek begins.

Everything I'm saying is a true story. I have a class tommorow. This isn't some bullshit fantasy story that people always post on Motherless (i.e. I FUCKED MY DAUGHTER). I really did this shit for the aforementioned reasons.

So, my question to you, Motherless, is HOW DO I FUCK THESE GIRLS? College girls are supposed to be easy, right? Surely it must be possible that I could get one to fuck me. These 18 year olds are alone in their dorms with no supervision, correct? I know I can't just hang out in their and wait for them to pass. I assume a lot of the girls here are looking for sex, and there has to be something I can do to let them know I'm interested, but what?

I confess that I just played 30 minutes of hot sensual blues on my guitar while my brother was banging his wench in our laundry room down the hall. I was jamming out coming off of a killer weed high. The music flowing like rushing water down rapids. I could hear them clearly as they were colliding hard against each other quieting any moans they wanted to make. I heard stuff clatter around about midway through my third solo. I decided to kick it up a notch. Really playing that guitar like sex. It was awesome bring the hammer of live solo guitar music. It was fucking prime. I knew my bro was into that. I rode the frets and made my melodies that more delicious. I belted into a huge solo as they got louder as they must have been close to release. My fingers rolling easy over the notes that came so naturally. Then they were silent. I began toning it down and coming to a slower point as they finished and were prolly putting clothes on. I would say I did a big favor for my bro. After a lil while they had to cross the room I was in. She went first and he followed. He looked over to me with a big shit eating grin and said thanks. Fuck it was hot playing guitar for people in the midst of ecstatic passion. Their in his room now fucking again.

Fox

My husband is in jail, for a really serious crime, and the odds are, that he might never go out, or that we will both be 80 when he does, so it is the same thing. For starters, I am not banned to see anyone else, so, I can do whatever I want, but when you are left alone in your 40's, after almost 15 years of marriage, it is not that easy to come back to dating, or even to the idea of having sex with someone else.

So I started exploring the online world of erotica, and ended up here. I know that these boards can sometimes be over the top, and not always truthful, but there is more reality in these, than in any other form of online forums, or stories, and I found that the written word is the only thing that made my body react to erotica. Confessions made me think about things I never dared contemplate, let alone try.

There was this built up tension inside of me, that just came bursting out one day. On my second, or third night out, after more than a year of him being locked up, a young man showed interest in me. I still look good, but I never thought that someone so young, in his early 20's, would react to me. Spent the night drinking, and even when my friends left, I stayed with "the hip crowd". Loved the attention, the flirting, everything. We all ended up in someones apartment, couple of guys, a few girls they had with them, and as the night was coming to an end, I was left alone, with the guy who was showering me with attention, and one of his friends.

He flat out told me, that they want to fuck me. I remember my knees shaking, and telling to myself - "just don't think about it". I wanted it.

I was on top of him, his friend on the other end. Double penetration was something I read about, but never thought possible in real life. It felt so good, cumming through the pain, that now I figure, that there is nothing more intense, one can live through. Neither of them used condoms, but were kind enough to finish outside.

After coming back home, I had mixed emotions. Shame, and joy, guilt and pleasure. Decided not to overthink this, and continued seeing my guy. This lasted for about a year, but never again did his friend join us, and we never really spoke of it. In the end, we parted ways, and the thing is, that all that time, every night I was with him, I wished for one of his friends to be there, as well.

Since getting released from prison recently after doing the best part of a decade in there my wife has tried to make me feel very welcome back at home and she tries to do anything she can to make my transition back to the outside works as easy as it can be. The truth is though that I would much rather still be in the prison. I heaps prefer the prison environment, everything you need is there or easily obtainable. The sex is out of this world and since prison although I’m not gay I have no interest in women and would much rather sex with another man. The raw animalistic nature of man to man sex is something they cannot be surpassed. So easy to just proposition another man and within the hour have his cock balls deep in your ass. 

I have a temper and anger issues all my life, was a bully to many growing up. It makes me feel powerful to be in control over someone. My husband feels the same but its hard cause we both need the power rush yet but he is a man so its easy to sub to him more than him to me. (I HATE WEAK MEN) Even if its not my thing, sometimes a couple has to be do stuff for the other. But I like to have someone to unleash my anger on also. A bad day at work, I have to take it out someone. Anyone, not sure if anyone understand how good of a release hurting others is. better than sex. Anyway just wanted to share.

I had sex with my ex, after I got married.

We weren't together for a long time, and, heck, I am not even sure he saw us as "being together", but more of a hook up scheme.

I liked him a lot, but a lot. He had a gf at the time, but I was so drawn to him, that I used my cousin, who he knew, to drop him hints how I am interested in him. As soon as he broke up with her, he spared no time, and was all over me, inviting me to go out.

We had sex on the first date, and I guess, since I was young and naive, that I was being opened, modern, hip girl, but I guess he read that as if I am easy, and our "relationship" was nothing more than occasional dates with hook ups afterwards, until he hit on my cousin (the one I used as a hint spreader). She declined him, so I broke it off, realizing what I was for him, what probably any woman is to him.

Many years have passed since then, I never got that crazy "in love", or had such a big crush on anyone after him. I reasoned that I have just "grown up", matured in a way. So I got married, to a nice guy, and life kept going. My marriage was, and still is good, regarding many things, but our sex life was never anything special, and I knew that when marrying him. Some men, just, do not have a high libido, and that was obvious even when we were dating, but again, I have "grown", and realized, that sex isn't everything.

It isn't, but it matters. So, when I came to a conclusion that I am on my own, regarding this, I started playing with myself, doing naughty things, visiting places like this one, all in an effort not to give in, and do something stupid, just for sex.

I didn't think of him, when being playful with myself, but I did think of the kind of sex we had, passionate, raw, spontaneous. So, when I saw his name on the list of invites, to a work event I was hosting, coming in from out of town, I felt nervousness in my stomach.

Casually, like I didn't mean it, I went on a coffee with my cousin, and asked her if she knows anything about him. She blushed, and confessed, since so much time has passed, that after we broke up, she did, in the end, have an affair with him, but lost contact afterwards. She heard that he got married, and that is it.

I applauded myself, how I have, maturely decided back then, pushing away a fuck boy, adamant to present myself in the best way possible, so he will be jealous, when he sees me.

Only, it was the other way around. Twenty years later, he was still radiating charm, all around. When he saw me, across the room, he just nodded, and turned his head. I was fuming!!!

So I came to him, eager to impress, only to end up in his room, on my back.

The next morning, I felt like the stupidest woman that ever lived, and the worst feeling of all was, how great it felt that night. Thankful for him not cumming inside me, since, if he wanted, or even if he asked me, I would say yes, yes to everything.

Some time has passed since then, he never tried to reach out to me, again, my fears of ruining my marriage with this have passed, only thing that's left is a remorse, better yet, two lines of it.

I regret cheating on my husband, and the other is, that I am sad that, I will never have such great sex, again.

But, I keep saying to myself, sex isn't everything.

I love looking been the legs of women thinking about how they only have one or two layers of fabric keeping me from seeing their fine pussies and whether they shave or keep their little bushes growing. Then I think about how, if they are wearing panties, it's gusset is rubbing up against their bare pussies... I wonder what their panties look like, plain? lacy? cotton? color? Are they perhaps ovulating or on the rag? Pad or tampon? Did she have sex recently? Is there perhaps a mix of her and her lovers cum drying between her legs? If she's ovulating, is she thinking about it, reflecting on her monthly egg? Some I speculate about whether they may or may not be virgins even, others are proven not to (being milfs).
What does her pussy look like? An tasty bun innie? Lovely expressive flowery butterfly lips? What about their clits? Endless variation and beauties, each a masterpiece of it's own...

I try to peek (down their backs, esp. if they're reaching for something and bending over) when I think it's safe, maybe catching a glimpse of their panties, some times I don't, some times I do... and then I'm usually able to see enough to figure our the color and general type of panties (thongs are usually obvious, and look rather uncomfortable, and I amuse myself thinking about how totally socially suicidal it would be to suggest we make a trip to a near by clothing store to get her some more comfy knickers to be snugly making out with her pussy lips, and maybe a matching bra if she's "kind enough" to let me check the fit and how well it holds her tits).

Of course, I also feel a strong desire and yearning to cum in their pussies, and then think about how they have my cum in their pussies and making a mess in their knickers. Which of course makes me wonder how many of them are on some kind of protection and not, and how many are trying for babies... Looking at those I know have kids, I think that it would be fun to put one of mine in them, of course I'd rather their existing ones be my handy work, but, they're milfs and that's hard without them having prior kids. Also, it would be fun, sending them home with a fertile unprotected pussy teeming with my seed, hopefully one of them entering her egg as she enters her home with a secret in her she'll have to convince is her man's doing. That or her telling me she had to have an abortion because she realize she was preggers, letting me know I had her pregnant for a few weeks or so... of course I'd tell her I'd be happy to knock her up again...
It would be fun, discretely checking her belly for the signs of success, and wondering what's at work inside her womb. Letting her catch me looking, and give her a wink and seeing her reaction, maybe a smile and posing or perhaps and embarrassed look of guilt or just shyness.

But most of the times, all I have time for, is a quick fleeting glance at their clad crotch or their wiggling ass as they walk away or sit down and an inner smile of all I can imagine seeing and doing. It's so easy to get distracted, so tempting... Most of them would probably not take it as a compliment that I'm that curious about their female bits, or how I would love to cum in them, not because I love them, but because I'd love to simply have my cum in their pussies and know it's there inside them exploring their most intimate parts and folds and maybe finding a big price and knowing the feeling of being inside each any every one of them while cumming...

So i know this is totally a long shot but i'm gonna try it anyways.

I'm mid 20's Denmark looking for pretty much super raunchy sex with a girl; i'm moderately tall not fantastic looking but not awful looking either - i'll totally trade pics but i'd prefer to keep my "public" post anon as fuck

I have mostly no standards appearance wise, as i'm looking for something rather specific.
as long as we get along fine, you're between 18 and 30~ and we have some stupid kinky sex

I like to experiment with drugs but i try to keep things smart
I'm easy to deal with, not retarded, good hygiene, a little messy but nothing too extreme

kinda weird but not intolerable and i'm into pretty much anything as long as it's legal
most i did was a little pee play with an ex, but i'm interested in everything.

scat play, haven't explored much puke play but if you want to try it i'm totally down.
cum swap, my own and others, sloppy seconds, i think i'm down for some zoo things too.
cheat on me all you want, let me watch, or just tell me about it, mix it up.
semi-public cool with me,

what i don't like is over the top one sided dominatrix
not really sure what else to put, i guess ask if need be
tl;dr - LF girl Scandinavia into heavy end fetish