A long time ago, the strangest thing happened to me, I still think about it fairly often over the years. Lately it's been back on my mind a lot, for whatever reason.

I had been swimming with my friend Nicole, and afterward we decided to go back to her place and hang out. We got there and there was nobody else home, so we grabbed some snacks and soda and headed to her room.

We had been casual acquaintances for a couple years, but we became better friends the beginning of that summer. I hung out with her brother sometimes, mostly in the computer room, but I had never been in her room before.

I remember she had bunk beds for some reason, the weird kind with a big bed on the bottom and a slightly smaller bed on top. I have no idea why, either. She had siblings, yeah, a brother and a sister, but they had their own rooms, and her sister was a lot older, by maybe seven years or so. Older to the point where I was surprised she was still living at home. I could only guess that maybe they were a holdover from some time she shared a room with her older sister or something, I never asked and never found out.
I was also extremely jealous because she had a cable box, in her room! Even if my mother could have afforded such a thing, she never would have let me have one, I was stuck with cable coming straight from the wall, like a chump!

She said she had to wash her hair and left to go take a shower. I was sitting on her bed, flicking through channels, watching Nickelodeon or MTV or whatever. I won't lie, I was thinking about her in that shower. We were friends, and I had no delusions of us being more, but she was quite a looker.

Eventually she returned to the room, wearing only a towel... on top of her head! Otherwise, completely stark naked! I tried not to be noticeably surprised, I tried not to have her catch me gawking like a geek, whatever, but she didn’t pay me much notice. I expected her to, like, shriek and back out, like she forgot I was there or something, but she just came in and closed the door.

It wasn’t anything sexual, either. She didn’t come on to me or anything, she just went about her way, casually getting things out of her dresser, looking in the mirror, moving stuff around on her vanity, holding a casual conversation about what was on TV or whatever, I could barely think because I was so distracted. She was acting perfectly normal other than the fact that she was naked.

I couldn’t help but sneak peeks, and longer looks whenever I got the chance, not like I had to worry because it wasn’t like she was trying to catch me or anything, but I was still worried she might. I had no idea what was going on, still don’t to this day. Her family weren’t nudists or anything, as far as I had ever known. I had been to her house before, nothing like this ever happened.

I fully believe she wasn’t coming on to me or trying to entice me in any way, either. I've told a very few people this story before, and they all seem to think I missed my cue, like she was giving me a signal, but I sincerely doubt it. She never gave me any kind of look or approached me in a proactive way or anything, there wasn’t anything sensual or cloying about her manner. She acted the same way she acted while clothed. I’m pretty sure if I had tried to hit on her or touch her or anything, she would have thrown me out. I didn’t so much as comment about her nudity, for fear of ruining anything.

Instead I just accepted the strange luck I had been given and let my eyes absorb everything. For a good while she stood in front of her big vanity mirror with her back to me, giving me a good look at both sides. The mirror wasn’t full length but it was big enough to let me see everything. I remember her wispy blonde pubes, thin enough to let me see the lips of her vulva beneath. I remember her holding the towel with her left hand while bending over to retrieve something from a low drawer. The dimples on the sides of her butt.

Eventually she took the towel off her head and dabbed at her legs and backside a bit with it, before brushing some kind of products through her long blonde hair, still nude the entire time.

I tried not to be visibly excited but I was exploding, in my mind. She shook her still damp hair and retrieved some more things from her bureau.

Eventually she put on a white, lacy bra, not see through but frilly, and then some shiny, slightly blue panties, I watched her pulling them up the entire time, wishing I were them. She finished getting dressed and opened her door, then came and sat beside me on the bed, her hair was still slightly damp.

We sat there watching TV and chatting, eventually her father came home and greeted us, soon enough the rest of her family was there, as well. I was still running her previous nudity through my mind the entire time.

After who knows how long, it got dark, I left and went home. She and I were still cool that entire summer, still hung out at the pool a lot, but there were no more nude house visits after that. I hung with her at her house a few times after that, sometimes we were alone again, but they were all normal, fully clothed hangs. Much to my chagrin.

After that summer we were still cordial, but she was already moving on to different friends, mostly girls, generally stuck up snobs. We would see each other in the hallways and be cool, but we weren’t really hanging out anymore. I still hung out with her brother sometimes, but she would only barely acknowledge me when I was over.

We fell even further out of touch after that, maybe an acknowledgment in the hallway, head nod or a smile, but no more friendly stop and chats.

After a while I realized I stopped seeing her or her brother at all and found out months after the fact that they had moved to another city, entirely! Didn't even think to tell me about it, the last time I had hung out with her brother, nobody had mentioned anything about moving.

I never found out what was going on that day, never found out if hanging out naked was something she had done with other people or something, like it was just normal for her, never found out if she thought I was gay and that’s why she was fine being naked around me, never found out if I was actually totally wrong about it being innocent casual nudity, nothing.

Even to this day I would love to ask, if I somehow got back in touch with her. If she would even remember at all, or if she would remember but pretend not to, or if she would think/pretend I was making it up and being some kind of freak for even bringing it up. Like I was trying to get with her or something. Maybe be freaked out that it's been on my mind this many years later. I just want to put an end to my nagging curiosity, is all.

The whole thing was very weird, and she’s almost become a bigger part of my memories, than she ever was a part of my life, which is sad when I think about it, especially with how important it all felt back then, friends seemed like the biggest thing in your life, people you would know forever, and then one day you just, never see them again. It's an odd feeling when a memory seems more real to you than the person the memory is about, has a bigger impact on your life than the person it's about.

before finding motherless, i used to be afraid of my sexuality. since i'd only really ever seen people openly enjoying vanilla/softcore, or relatively mild content, i thought i was defective or disgusting for being into certain things. i probably am, but the point is that now i know i'm not alone in that.

to be clear, compared to most people on here, i can barely be considered entry-level. but without motherless, i would have never gotten the opportunity to explore my interests to the small extent that i have thus far. and by motherless, i mostly mean its netizens. seeing people so secure in their depravity and desire for pleasure is not only a huge turn-on for me, but it's made me more comfortable in my own kinkiness.

i guess i'm grateful. for the developers, the mods enabling its continued existence, and the participants. i love perverts and addicts. i love the percentage of truly disgusting people i'd never let around my family.

i'm half-asleep writing this, so it might not make much sense (and i'll probably delete it soon, if even possible on here), and it's probably a weird tone change for anyone scrolling through boards right now, but yeah.

My new years resolution was to have more sex, even if it meant lowering my standards considerably. I met a few women off Tinder in 2025 but it wasn't a great year for sex for me.

Someone recommended Facebook Dating if your standards are low and, yeah, wow. They weren't wrong. I got chatting to this women and we exchanged some flirty messages. She's a single mom, 30s, teenage sons and very selective with the angles she takes selfies from! I guess that was a bit of a red flag but I persisted.

We meet in a local pub. She turned out to be a big girl and slightly unkempt. I thought about bolting at this stage but I was determined to stick to my new year's resolution. We have a few drinks, we chat, I actually have fun talking to her. The conversation isn't exactly intellectually stimulating but we share a lot of the same favourite TV shows and films. After the third drink, she asks if I fancy going back to hers as her sons are with their dad. Jackpot.

We get back to hers and start kissing as soon as we're in the front door. The place is a mess but I'm far too horny to care. We kiss and explore each other's bodies. Her body felt so soft in my hands and I was super aroused. My new years resolution was paying off. She leads me to her bedroom and the real action begins.

We get in there and she takes down my jeans and boxers with a bit of help and gives me an amazing sloppy blowjob. She showed real enthusiasm and I was loving it. After about five minutes, I was ready to shoot so decided to slow things down a bit. We kissed and then I pulled her jeans and panties down so I could return the favour.

What greeted me completely ruined my boner though. Yes, she was wet but the state of her pussy was grim in ways far beyond a bit of pussy juice. It smelt... I don't know... like stale beer? The amount of hair she had down there certainly didn't help. She was like a gorilla down there. At this point, I wanted to flee but she was a nice girl and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I kinda hesitated for a bit, kissing her inner thighs, trying to steel myself for what was about to happen.

But eventually I caved. It would have been too awkward to make a run for it. I gave it a lick and it tasted sour - somewhere between sour milk and licking a battery. I licked and licked, pushed a finger inside and just hoped she'd cum quickly. She really got into it and was giving me lots of feedback and grabbing my hair. I was completely limp by this point and just pushed on as best I could. To be fair to her, she didn't take an eternity to orgasm and we kissed again as she came down. I eventually did get hard again, fucked her doggy style and then made my excuses to leave.

I really don't know if I made the right decision to stay though.

So my question for Motherless... have you ever pulled a girl's panties off and noped out? Or are you like me and too polite to stop?

This is a total fantasy. I think it would be fun to find a fat, nerdy, 18 year old guy and for some reason I give him a blowjob, as a one-time thing. He is sitting in a chair with his legs spread wide and I am there deep throating his surprisingly large cock. Since he's a nerdy, pimply-faced loser, he's never had a blowjob before and soon shoots his built-up cum into my mouth.

When we are done, he tells me he filmed it, and shows me the video. He made sure to get my face and not his own. He tells me that I will be doing this every day from now on.

Over the next couple of weeks, he gets more and more confident, and even arrogant. Even though he is a fat, nerdy loser, he has me groveling before him every day, taking his loads either in my mouth or on my face.

One day he asks me for nudes of my wife. I send all that I have to him, knowing he might pass them around to his friends. As I take him in my mouth, he starts looking at the pics, telling me how he wants to fuck my wife right in front of me, and how after him, she will never be satisfied with me again. If she ever saw me eagerly swallowing his rod, he might be right.

He orders me to bring some of her panties the next day, and I steal some out of the hamper and given them to him. He sniffs them while I work his rampant cock with my mouth. He tells me again what he wants to do with her, and then he surprises me by telling me that after making her his fuck slut, he would pass her around to his friends, who already have copies of her nude pix. He tells me how he would make money renting her out to his loser buds, and how he would do the same to me. He can see how stiff my cock is as he pumps his load into my waiting mouth.

The next day, he actually has a couple of his loser friends at the house when I arrive. He orders me to strip and tells me to do whatever they want. Soon, I have one cock in my mouth and the other pushing into my ass as I am spitroasted. When the two 18-year old geeks are finished with me, they laugh and each give my fat master ten bucks. He really did rent me out...

I once got with my ex’s best friend, who was really only interested in me because my ex told her I liked to eat ass.This is a long story, in a far away time.I was living at Job Corps at the time, I was broke and fresh out of college and needed a place to stay. I entered college my junior year of high school, so I was still pretty young for a college graduate.

The ex would never let me do anal, sometimes she would let me finger it a little, but she loved having her ass eaten. After we broke up, her friend would sometimes tease me between class. Me and the ex weren’t super serious or anything, so we all pretty much stayed friends after we broke up, but by then the ex was already with another dude, so I didn’t really hang out with her much.

One day, Friend was like, “I hear you like to lick ass” and laughed, and I said, “Yeah, I do”. She was taken aback, like she expected me to deny it, I guess.
”Don’t you know that’s gay!?” she said, and I said “No, I don’t know that”, and continued on my way.

Later on she came up to me in the cafe and said, “Are you going off-res tonight?”, it was a Friday, and we were allowed to leave for weekends if you lived in the dorms. I hadn’t been planning to, but I asked, “Why?”, and she said, “You should go off-res and take me with you”.She didn’t have to ask twice, I was now planning on it. I wasn’t sure what she wanted, but I definitely had my hopes up!

Being broke at the time, most of my stuff was still with my parents, but they weren’t going to be home that weekend, which is partially why I wasn’t going home, I had no ride and I usually hated taking the bus.

But I now had a reason, and decided I’d be taking her home that weekend. I half expected her to be bluffing or messing with me, but nope, she showed up to the bus and got on with me.We didn’t talk much on the ride home, really, and I was still half-expecting a prank or for her to want something from me.

We then had to take a city bus to my house after the first bus dropped us off, and I expected her to balk or mock me, turn around and leave or something, but she just got on with me. I was at least decent enough to pay the fare for both of us, hey, two bucks, it was the least I could do. We chatted a little about nothing in particular this time, but my mind was racing a mile a minute. What did she want? Just to get off campus for a bit? Everyone knew I always had weed, maybe she just wanted to smoke?

We got home and I met a snag in my plan, because for some reason my younger sister was still there. She was supposed to have been gone, too, staying at her friend’s to go to some concert the next day or whatever.

Once she saw that I was there, and with somebody, she made it a point to be a huge pain. “What’s going on!? Why are you home!? Who is this!?”, wouldn’t leave us alone, kept asking annoying questions, kept hovering.

Friend and I were hanging out in my room and I could hear my sister hanging around outside my door, constantly walking back and forth for no reason, nosing around, it was infuriating, what would she think was going on, and why would she want to know if anything was, anyway. We were usually cool, too, so it was really bothering me that she was behaving this way.

My sister was supposed to leave that night, but she wound up staying the entire night, I’m pretty sure it was just to be annoying, just to fuck with me. I wound up staying on my couch and let Friend sleep in my bed just so my sister wouldn’t hassle us all night, not like she should have cared, it was really out of character for her, and again, infuriating. I kind of never forgave her for it, just for how uncalled for it all was. To this very day I harbor some small resentment over it, really. Gotta be honest.

I woke up the next day and took the world’s quickest shower because I was worried my sister would drive Friend crazy and I walk out to find she left or something. Eventually my sister did leave, but she dragged it on for as long as possible, just to mess with me, and again, for no reason, we were all adults, it was really odd. I was positive that Friend would be totally bothered and disgusted with me, too. If not just for my sister’s obnoxious behavior.

Once my sister left, Friend hopped in the shower and I sat on my couch seething with rage, expecting Friend to be planning her exit.

Friend came out of the bathroom in just a towel, and walked over to me.“I’ve never had my ass licked before”, she said. Well, that was unexpected. I stood up and started lowering her towel, and she let me.

Worried my sister might suddenly burst back into the house or something, I took Friend into my room, locked the door, and got her up on my bed on all fours. She had a small butt, but it was pert, and perky. Really nice, and looked especially good bent over. Perfectly pretty little butthole, too, very tight and pink.

I spread her cheeks and started eating her ass, making my way to her pussy as well, but focusing on her ass. Hey, it was why she was here!

After a while, I was good and worked up and quite ready to fuck her. I didn’t have any condoms so I had to rely on the honor system, “I’m clean, are you clean… !?”, I asked. She said yes and I was too horny to second guess her, almost as soon as she answered, I was inside her. Warm and tight, shaved, she had a nice innie pussy.

After a while she asked if I had any lube. Fortunately, I had an old bottle in my top drawer. “Yeah, I do”.
“You can fuck me in the ass”, she whispered.
Her gorgeous ass was incredibly tight and I kept having to stop so I wouldn’t cum, I was very turned on by how quickly things had escalated.
As I pulled out and stopped, clenching my gut tightly so I didn’t bust, she turned around and started stroking me. “Wait, wait, stop” I stammered, not wanting to shoot just yet.
I laid her down on her back and fucked her ass missionary for a while, I wanted to suck her big tits while I fucked her. When I was kissing her she would lightly bite and suck my lips and tongue, it turned me on even more.
Eventually I was really close and pulled out saying, “I’m really close”.
She had these big, pouty lips and she just sat up, opened them and nodded, not saying anything but moaning in agreement.
”I’m going to cum in your mouth” I said, stroking myself to climax, “I’m going to come in your mouth”.
She puckered her sexy lips waiting for my throbbing member, I kept stroking it while resting the head on her soft bottom lip, she started pursing her lips, sucking and flicking her tongue around my cock saying, “Cum in my mouth, cum in my mouth”, and I couldn’t hold back any longer, pulling back a little and repeatedly shooting thick streams all over her pretty lips and face and into her gorgeous mouth, pushing my cock between her eager lips once I was drained, my post-orgasm shaft spasming inside her mouth. She kept sucking after I came and my whole body shook with pleasure and pain.

We fell back onto the bed and just kind of laid there holding each other and breathing heavily for a while before I eventually got up to get her a towel. While wiping herself off she said, “I’ve never had my ass licked before, all my boyfriends always said it was gross or gay… “. I was going to ask if she liked it, but that felt kinda corny, so I just left it at that. This was before ass eating was a huge mainstream thing, she kept calling it “licked”, instead of eaten, but I thought that was pretty sexy.

We took a shower together, I groped and played with her luscious, wet body, soaping up her tits and ass, rubbing her up and down. Somehow she looked even better, wet, I don’t know why that’s always the case, maybe it’s just a me thing.

Afterward, we hung around watching TV for the rest of the night. We made out and groped a little, at one point she put her hand down my pants and kept fondling my nuts, but we didn’t fuck again.
Later on out of nowhere she said, “My ex was huge. Like, really big. He liked anal and it hurt. It didn’t hurt as much, with you”.
Gee, thanks, I thought, but didn’t say anything.
We chatted randomly and cuddled, before she eventually fell asleep on top of me, later on I conked out, myself.

We had a normal Sunday morning and left for the bus stop that afternoon, luckily my sister didn’t come back home at any point. At that time I would have been happy to never have seen her again, I was still so angry.
We pretty much rode both buses in silence, got back to the center and went our separate ways. I wasn’t sure if she would tell anyone and suddenly everyone would be talking or gossiping or whatever, but as far as I ever found out, she only told my ex, who Friend claimed didn’t care, and who I don’t think cared to tell anyone else, really.

But a few weeks, maybe a month later, my Ex walked up to me in the hallway and said, “Just so you know, I only ever came when I was on top”, out of nowhere, for no reason. I’m not sure if it was out of some kind of spite or revenge for finding out, or if she just felt the need to throw that at me in the moment, but all I could think to say was, “At least you came at all!”, before walking off. It didn’t bother me much, especially since during our TV talk, one of the things Friend had told me was, “I was curious, since ‘Ex’ told me you were good in bed, and that liked to lick her ass”. Hey, thanks for the good word, Ex!

Me and Friend were still cordial, but we didn’t really hang out again after that, and we (unfortunately) never hooked up again, I’m not sure if it was because of the Ex, or if she had just, gotten me out of her system, or what. All the flirting had pretty much stopped, too, and I tried to convince myself it was just a thing that happened, she got what she wanted and was done with me, guys do it all the time for instance, but I can’t deny it was a bit of blow to my ego. The little flirting thing we had was a lot of fun, I was a little sad to see it end. And I couldn’t help but thinking that perhaps she had found my sexual abilities substandard. Not like I’ve had many complaints or anything, but hey, you can’t please everybody!
Her and my ex found a new group of weirdos to hang out with, and they weren’t too fond of me and my friends, so we all kind of drifted apart, entirely. I saw Friend in passing at a rave and didn’t know it would be the last time until it turned out it was. I saw the ex one more time, the day I was leaving the program, and she ran up to me and gave me a huge hug and said a very heartfelt goodbye out of nowhere, I hugged her back and we chatted for a bit, I eventually left, and that was the last time I ever saw her.

Is there something wrong with me? I find women boring and just don't like them. My only interest in them is sexual.  Chatting women up online or in person is soul destroying and as soon as I've finished fucking them I'm out and away. The thought of having to listen to them drivel on afterwards is frightening.  I just can stand them.

gonna be visiting utah soon and hoping to get my face fucked while i’m there

ftm / into being degraded and humiliated 

Been very bored and more than a little lonely lately. Im looking for people to chat with. Send me a message or reply to this post with a story of an exciting or surprising experience you've had, or a fantasy you'd like to fulfill. Maybe send me a message with a roleplay setup we can play through together (this one is for LADIES of all promiscuity). I'm 45m and open minded. My profile has a short list of turn ons and offs for those interested. If you send me a message, try to make it interesting please. Just don't send me a message asking what I'm looking for or what I'm into... any experience/fantasy will do (i enjoy hearing about people's personal experiences of all kinds) and as I said. turn-ons and offs are on my profile page. Thanks for reading my post, and I hope to chat with some of you soon. 

I'm going to try and get more of her soon. 

Started making home videos with this girl

I will get these uploaded soon

Any requests let me know

Back in the day, I got with my friend’s ex, behind his back. They weren’t serious or anything, and he would constantly complain about her to me. Plus, I knew her first, so I didn’t see it as much of a thing.

Me getting with her wasn’t exactly unprecedented either, before they had even met, she and I had been flirty and sort of dancing around the sword, I’m actually the reason she was hanging around and they met in the first place, I was talking to her but we hadn’t done anything yet, there were a few women I was courting at the time, and one random day he just asked her out, first. I wasn’t mad about it or anything, totally fair play, but I did think he had perhaps done so to, undercut me, kind of show me up or something, but it didn’t bother me. Hey, I had irons in the fire!

But he would always bitch about random problems he had with her that were either completely minor, or invented, like he was just taking issue on purpose to be difficult. He kept complaining that she was annoying and the sex “wasn’t even worth it” because she was “too freaky”, I kept telling him stop being a prude and experiment, go with the experience, but it would actually bother him, he would get angry for real, so I stopped and just let it be.

After maybe three months they broke up, I was surprised it even lasted that long, and I did ask if he would be bothered if I picked up where she and I left off and make a move, and he actually said yes, he was mad that I asked! Considering how poorly he treated her, I figured it was hardly his place to take issue. So I resumed talking to her, anyway. She was surprised that I was still interested and didn’t consider her “sloppy seconds”.

We never formally dated, but very soon after that we were hooking up. She was kinda freaky, I will say. In a good way, though. Nothing too far, at least for me. She liked anal more than vaginal, which had been a huge problem for my friend, but no issue for me! It was a total plus! Hell yeah!

This was back before anal became the mainstream thing it is today, but I’ve always had a thing for it, and I’ve been really lucky to mostly find women who were into it, too, or at least willing to try it.

Other than that she like some very light bondage, barely even bondage I’d say, liked to have her hands tied, liked to be held down, like, shoved down, pushed into the bed/floor, spanked fairly hard on the ass and sometimes slapped in midsection during sex, really minor stuff like that.

The freakiest thing was, she liked to be peed on, sometimes. I also had no problem with this, it’s not exactly my thing, but if it turns you on, it turns me on! She would kneel in the shower and close her eyes and I would piss all over her pretty face, or she would bend over and I would piss all over her ass and back, sometimes she wanted it on her feet, or her tits and stomach. She didn’t drink it, she never tried to make me play with her while she was covered in it, and she never asked to piss on me, I might have let her, hey, I’m adaptable!

We hooked up off and on for the next year or so, it was great because she was down for anal every time, sometimes I wouldn’t even fuck her ass as a form of teasing. My friend never found out, at least as far as I know.

I’m not really a prude but I’m not much of a kinkster, myself, other than anal and ass eating, which were once considered semi-kinky, I’m pretty much a “mostly normal sex” dude. She was probably the freakiest girl I ever hooked up with, and it wasn’t even that freaky in the grand scheme of things.

She had cerebral palsy, and a few years later, I
hooked up with another chick who also had cerebral palsy, and she also preferred anal (never found out if she liked being pissed on, though!) and it’s kind of given me the probably-false stereotype that all women with cerebral palsy prefer anal. Sometimes I’ll watch one of those comediennes who have cerebral palsy and assume they prefer anal. Let me have my fantasies, okay!?