Beyond the Horizon

Part 1

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

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

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

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

I confess that I have been in hiding.

Building up my power to now infinite levels.

Me and my brother, Kim Jong Un are now going to conquer the rest of the earth.

We will destroy everybody who gets in our way.

You will all bow down to us!

We are unstoppable!

We have already found a way to destroy all our enemies.

Putin and Trump will tremble before us.

Nobody can stop us!

AHAHAHAHAHA!

I confess I remember the Tuesday of the september 11 of 2001 like it was yesterday.
That was one of the most impressive moments in my life back then.
Watching on TV those towers collapse and all those news of hijacked airplanes in Washington and Pennsylvania. I really thought all hell would break loose. I couldnt sleep all night, nightmares and everything.
Now I really like the spirit of "Liberty" and all of that. but the US lost most of it that very moment.
It is now a place of black and white, good and bad, friends or enemies. one extreme or the other.

The USA lost its smile and eversince lives in fear. Frightened that the anonymous person next to you could be a psychokiller. Always in fear that an arabic looking person could be a terrorist.
The biggest damage those terrorists did was not those towers collapsing. it can be rebuild.
The much larger damage was made in the head of the US american people, those people now raise their kids with prejudice and hatred.
The US discovered what a war on its own ground would be like. giving them a glimpse of the fear of a person that has to live in a warzone permanently.

Now I really like the USA , but I really think that it will never overcome that moment of that special day.

eternal damnation of the twisted mind; ok guys heres my confession, for as long as i can remember iv always wanted to feel normal, but i never have, no im not a gender bender or closet gay, but in my own diagnosis from endless research, i am a monster, the kind of things nightmares are made out of,and no i wasnt abused as a child, or have a domineering mother, i have no disability and i wasnt bullied at school, i wish and wish and pray to high heaven that my demons would subside, that i could be happy with a house a wife and kids, but that doesnt interest me at all , the thought of that makes me suicidal.the thought of working everyday for the rest of my life, abiding the law, laying down and taking crap, living by other peoples rules of right and wrong makes me physically sick. reason for my diagnosis...i dont think like normal people, i dont get disgusted at the horrific, studies on sphycotic serial killers reveal their inner windings, and i am 85 percent identical, it doesnt stop there, as long as i can remmeber iv been attracted to underage girls, not just old-legal, old puberty, i have sick, degrading and often voilent thoughts, the range of my fantasies goes from everything, from kids to beast to rape to degration even murder, yes thats right murder and i dont mean thinking bout it when i get pissed off i mean actually fantasising,rush of pleasure when thinking of choking someone, actually picturing a knife severing skin,planning down to a t the perfect murder and selected victims etc etc, the list could go on, i have planned my whole life, from the time i became aware of my condition i have portrayed a perfect "innocent" image of myself to others, minus a few rookie mistakes,everyday, for years and years. purely on the intention of if i ever act on my volcanic urges, that no one would suspect little old me, (you have to admit thats dedication to your art).now the awkward part...the 15 percent of me that craves normality. i have not yet acted on these impulses,the amount of times iv been ready to go on a spree that would garauntee to shock the world, i would litterally pray that i had a non-curable illness (see movie-saw)to then have an excuse to do what i want, the only thing that has stopped me from doing any of these things, my family, i couldnt bare them live with the shame of my name over their heads, my mother who is damn near a saint, my three lovely sisters, and my hard working father,it is because of them my enemies are safe to sleep at night, and the people of this world dont shudder at my name. god forbid if anything ever happens to them and i lose them, or they dissown me for whatever reason, then youll all know my name and this post will be the marking of my literary warped confession. being only 21 myself, there is plenty of time for this jekyl and hyde side of me to cease battling eeach other and show the world what were made of. untill then my friends, i leave you with one thought, is it better to die knowing you did everything u want but with a bad name, or to live a long life, and die an old unhappy man, filled with regrets, a wasted life. au revior

Those who know HISTORY know that the Democratic party were originally racist. They justified slavery (and subsequent black oppression/antagonism) with an ideology called "Paternalism"
The jist of it was, "these poor negroes are like kids. they can't care for themselves, so we must be like their parents and take care of them (through slavery). After slavery, democrats intimidated blacks at the voting polls, burned prosperous black cities, developed the klan, and imprisoned numerous blacks (because the Thirteenth amendment allows slavery in prison).
It wasn't until Kenedy that the DEMOCRATS started changing their image. However, welfare, and all of their other programs are just part of their master conspiracy to subtly oppress the majority of the minorities so they can enslave them again...when the time is right.
its a classic move: make your enemy think you are their salvation...then, when they trust and depend on you, crush them.

I confess that I'm fucking my sisters worst enemy, who is only fucking me to get back at her, and I love every minute of it.

She's such a fucking slut. She's not the hottest, but I don't care. I love fucking sluts because they ride cock the best. Simple as.

The shit that she says when we fuck should offend me, but it just makes my dick even harder -

"Ooooh, your sisters such a fucking slut"

"Tell me I'm hotter than your sister, or I wont let you cum"

Red Flags and Dating Tips for Kinky People

“Red flag” is a term to describe a personal trait or behavior that is common in people who are harmful to their partners. When getting to know someone online it is very important that you look for these red flags. When you see these red flags slow down or stop the relationship. Understand that none of these red flags alone are definitely a sign of a bad person. They only tend to be an indicator of a problem situation. The more you see these red flags, the more you are at risk. Many of these red flags can apply to both unhealthy Dominants and submissives.

These recommendations are to help you avoid getting into an abusive relationship. If you think you or someone you know is in an abusive relationship please visit NLA’s Domestic Violence Project web page at: http://www.nlaidvproject.us/

Red Flags:
• Tries to separate you from your friends, family or BDSM community
• Avoids talking about personal details. Gets mad when you ask or quickly ends the conversation or answers questions with questions.
• Has no BDSM references or friends you can talk to. Gets angry when you ask for references or ask around about them.
• Is inconsistent with details about themselves. Does not give you their home and work phone number at the appropriate time.
• Only communicates with you at strange hours and gets mad if you try to contact them at other times.
• Criticizes the BDSM community and refuses to participate, especially if they never were part of it.
• Consistently breaks promises. Always finds excuses for not meeting.
• Always puts blame on others for things going wrong. Does not take personal responsibility.
• Has bad relationships with most or all of their family members.
• Pressures you into doing things you do not want to do. Does not respect your limits, negotiations or contracts.
• Pushes you into a D/s relationship too fast.
• Falls in love with you way too fast and swears undying love before even meeting you.
• Hides behind their D/s authority and says that their authority should not be questioned.
• Tries to make you feel guilty for not being good enough. Says that you are not a “True” sub.
• Loses control of their emotions in arguments and regresses to yelling, name-calling and blame.
• Puts you down in front of other people.
• Turns instantly on their friends, going from best friend to arch enemy at the drop of a hat.
• Treats you lovingly and respectfully one day and then harshly and accusingly the next.
• Goes to great lengths to get revenge on people.
• Lies or withholds information.
• Cheats on you or is overly jealous.
• Will not discuss what your possible future relationship could be like. Tries to keep you in the dark about what might happen next in the relationship.
• Does not respect your feelings, rights, or opinions. Belittles your ideas. Blames you for your hurt feelings.
• Abuses alcohol or other drugs.
• Is constantly asking for large amounts of money from you or others.
• Threatens suicide or other forms of self-harm.
• Deliberately saying or doing things that result in getting themselves seriously hurt.
• Monitors your communications (emails, phone calls, chats) with others.
• Only interacts with you in a kinky or sexual manner as if role-playing. Will not have normal everyday vanilla conversations.
• Never shows you their human side. Is emotionless. Hides their vulnerability behind their D/s role.
• Has multiple online identities for interacting with the same communities.
• Disappears from communication for days or weeks at a time without explanation.
• Is rude to public servants such as waitresses, cashiers and janitors.
• Never says thank you, excuse me or I am sorry to anyone.

Safe Dating and Correspondence Tips

Before meeting:
• Do not give out personal information to strangers right away. This includes your name, phone number, address, place of work or email addresses you use for other purposes. Set up an email address that you use only for BDSM. There will be a time when you will share your information so they can be safe too. However they do not need the information until preparing for the first meeting.
• Do not send money to your online interest. There are online users that earn a living by faking love and pretending to run into hard times.
• When you do make telephone calls, make sure your phone blocks caller ID or call from a public phone. Do not call collect. Your number will appear on their bill.
• Exchange multiple recent nonsexual photographs to avoid embarrassment and hurt feelings.
• Get a background check before meeting. There are several services that will do this through the Internet.
• Make it clear you are not going to engage in any BDSM activity on the first date.

During the meeting:
• Meet in public places, preferably with a friend. Do not let your date pressure you into going somewhere else even if the date is going fine.
• Try to make your first date a daytime event.
• Drive yourself to and from the meeting place. Relying on them for transportation can put you in an unsafe position.
• Establish a safety net complete with safe calls and details on your date. Tell your safety net your date’s information, where you will be going and what to do in case you do not make your safe calls. Make sure your date knows you have a safety net set up. It is a great deterrent.
• Bring along a cell phone on your date and do not become separated from it.
• Do not drink alcohol on your date or leave your drink unattended.
• Never engage in bondage during your initial BDSM session if you are there alone.
• Do not leave your wallet or purse unattended. Your date may dig through them to find out information you do not want them to know.
• If you are traveling to the meeting, do not let them meet you at the airport or bus station. Use cabs or rental cars for going to and from the public meeting place. Do not stay with them or let them make arrangements for you. Do not let them know where you are staying.

Be aware that safe words, safe calls, contracts, negotiations or gut instincts will NOT fully protect you from a real criminal. Take your time and be sure what you are getting into. Criminals have less patience for difficult targets.

Hope this don’t break any rules and get deleted cause it’s the only place I can think of posting this.

So a DnD game im in got twisted and really dirty in our recent session and for the first time ever, the DM decided to negate and forget that session and events and the next time we met we restarted from where the previous one had ended. I know that’s a big “no no” and like something you’re not supposed to do but it was like a unanimous, unspoken agreement between the DM and all the players that it was what’s best. we had to forget what we did.

So im new to DnD anyway and this was my first game. Out party was made up of a black male human ranger, a female elf bard, a nonbinary dragondorn fighter, and 2 dwarfs(a father and daughter); he was a sorcerer and she was a cleric. An unofficial member of our party was also an NPC who used to be the DMs player character and who they always like to insert for fun. She was a tiefling rogue and sort of an agent of chaos; she always popped in and out of the story and was both a friend who helped us but also would scam or steal from us and leave us with trouble she started. At one point we met up with her again and she managed to haggle for a luxurious enclosed wagon cart for us to have while we were heading to deliver an important artifact. As it was nighttime and pouring out, we enchanted the horses to know where to go so we could all stay inside, chilling and getting wasted.

There was a cloaked hitchhiker on the side of the road and the tiefling convinced us to give them a ride. They turned out to be a pretty female drow druid looking to stay under the radar; we said we’d drop her at a sketchy town we would pass on the way to the city we were going to. We found out much later that the drow was actually a friend of the tiefling and this was planned; they would drug us and swap the artifact with a fake for them to sell. Unfortunately, the tielfling failed a slight of hand check and a dexterity check and this resulted in the vial of drugs being dropped and shattering, exposing everyone to a lot of it. The huge dose meant the constitution saving throw was high and no one made it so we were all affected and basically the whole group devolved into a wild orgy.

Everyone at the table felt weird and we decided to try to possibly roleplay through it and things got intense really fast. At first all the party focused their sudden lust and physical attention on the tiefling and drow; stripping, groping and playing with their bodies. Just one big multicolored mass of writhing naked bodies against each other. The dwarf daughter started fucking herself with the handle of her holy Warhammer, an honored family heirloom. After that it just turned into a perverse free for all; the dragonborn and human were DPing the tiefling, the drow was rimming the elf, who was making out with the dwarf daughter who was currently being fucked by her father. Then it switched to the dragonborn fucking the dwarf daughter, the human fucking the drow and the tielfing and elf spit swapping while the dwarf dad watched and jacked off before fucking the elf. The dragonborn and dwarf daughter also hate each other so they were rage fucking a lot; he kept fucking her in the ass because he knew she hated it. After some more details, like the drow, dwarf and elf all making out together as they watched the three males gangbang the tiefling(as they all had previously had crushes on her), everyone at the table got uncomfortable and we stopped and skipped ahead.

We all had to roleplay the shame and awkwardness of the next morning and time after that, also learning of the two women’s plan; we grudgingly forgive the tiefling but we took the drow prisoner and made her our servant and to do errands and shit for us or we turn her in. We delivered the artifact, did a few more odds and ends then near the end of the session the DM skips ahead a few weeks. We visit a medical facility and learn that; the dragonborn got the tiefling and the dwarf daughter pregnant, the human got the drow pregnant and the dwarf father got the elf pregnant. We also learn that the whole party also now has an STD but we don’t know from who.

We end the session and all agree this was a mistake and went too far; we would never bring it up again act like it didn’t happen and we started from the end of the previous session the next time we met. We played things differently that time around; we avoided meeting up with the tiefling and so we have a longer, shittier ride to our destination. We cross paths with the drow again but ignore her but because she thinks the tiefling has betrayed her she attacks us. We beat her and again made her our bitch and continued on normally. it made for an awkward reuninon when we ran into the tiefling again. Oh, we also found out after the original session that it was the elf that gave us all crabs, since bards fuck everyone and everything.

Because I was the dragonborn character and he still hates the dwarf, and me and her player actually don’t like each other in real life, I still took advantage of a scenario where she got drunk; he convinced her to do a striptease on the bar and fucked her afterwards. He also got her hypnotized so that every night she would put her holy medallion up her ass like a buttplug, wear the symbol of the god that’s the enemy of hers and walk the streets in a tooth floss bikini. It pissed her off sooooo much lol

My randy wife would like to see some sexy lady sitting on my cock  are there enemy partakes 😛

Nine principles for killing the enemy inside your borders, and the five base requirements they stand on.

Base requirements are as follows:

1, You can blend in with the area you are operating in, have little to no restrictions to where you can safely go, possess the skills necessary to gather assets, and are not a wanted man from the start. You already fulfill this requirement as long as you plan on staying on US soil.

2, You need to kill people who feel threatened and are hiring security. This doesn't make sense otherwise.

3, You disagree so violently with what these people have done to your country and to you that killing them, and killing anyone who works for them is not out of the picture for you. You must accept the viewpoint that anyone who would work for your enemy is just as culpable as they are.

4, Society is destabilized and law enforcement resources have been stretched to the point that you have a good chance of getting away with gunfire as long as you leave the scene sooner rather than later.

5, Make an example of enough people and those who follow in their footsteps will not do the same things. Fear is a powerful motivator.

The principles:

1, As long as you act first, they have less, you have more. Why? This is a simple bit of math you can work out on a scrap of paper. First, you have the number of guards or security. Then you subtract that number by the number of them you can kill before they are able to start responding. The minimum number is one. With a bit of luck, you can raise it much higher. So, if you are one of two competant trigger pullers, and they have four, and you can decorate the walls with the brains of the first one before you start doing anything, then the first one to die never even factored in. Now it's two versus three.

2, Killing people is easy and every one you kill makes killing the rest easier. Also, hurting people is easy and the more you hurt them, the slower they move and less effective they are, making finishing them off even easier.

3, Quit the very moment it stops being easy, and go away. You do not want a fair fight, you want to act when you can take the unfair advantage, ride it as long as possible, and quit before the risk/reward tips at all. You can always come back and kill more later. There's plenty of them. Don't get one-itis. Next time, it'll either be too hard a target (in which case see #8) and thus moot, or the fact that their lives are in peril from the moment they come on duty will mean the next ones will be desperate for the money and entirely out of their element.

4, Less is more. No manifesto. No statements of intent. They know you exist when they are dying. The rest of the time, you are a ghost.

5, It doesn't matter if they were a Thuper Duper SEAL commando, the laws of physics will not be suspended for them. You still can't take them in a fair fight, but why would you ever want to do that? They no longer have a supply chain, air support, armor assets, or the ability to call in serious backup. Any human that stops a bullet with their face dies. Any corpse hung from a bridge burns.

6, You do not live in a war zone. You are part of the population and so are they. They cannot tell you apart from the enemy. They cannot cut loose with automatic weapons into a crowd if they feel scared. They operate under great restrictions, and the more dangerous and professional they are, the more restricted they will be by nature.

7, A continuation of the last part of #3. No one wants to protect a client when they know that people will attack him only to kill his security and then leave. Their competancy curve will go up or down dramatically, and most likely down. Shred someone's security enough, and someone else with a grudge might just finish the job for you. That's even more of a win, psychologically. The world appears to be against them.

8, There is no security for a non-p********ial official that is so high that you can't kill just one of them and vanish. It doesn't have to be on the job. Guards go home, have birthday parties with their kids, and go to hotels to fuck their friends wives. Stab them from behind in the frozen foods aisle when they're choosing between peas and california vegetable mix. Who's going to stop you on the way out- the bag boys? Block them in on a bridge and toss them over the side, with a twenty pound weight handcuffed to one wrist for companionship. Have a mugging go wrong when they pull into that Shell for gas.

9, Shooting them, shredding their limbs with remote detonated explosions, and driving trucks into their convoys is not the only way to get the job done. You have many, many options, thanks to #6. Plan ahead and you can belong anywhere. Deliver them some food tainted with something fatal, deliver chlorine gas bombs to their doors with a stolen UPS uniform, use forged identification and papers to get into their offices, start a very unfortunate fire, and block the doors on your way out.

Bonus principle:

When they aren't able to get security anymore, they will most likely turtle up. This gives you a fixed location and plenty of time and observation to work on less hit and run type plan. From that point, you can make it very personal.

Anyone ever feed manmilk to unsuspecting friends, relatives, enemies?