What is the best orgasm you have ever had?  As a guy, I’ll never forget the best orgasm I ever had. I had just gotten out of a year and a half long relationship. The sex was great but me and her just didn’t work. I was in my early 20s and just wasn’t looking for another relationship. This one girl though knew I became single and was on the border of being obsessed with me I think. Hung out with her a few times, she did what I said. I’d I told her to suck, she sucked. If I told her to swallow she swallowed. Then I got the idea that well, she will do anything I say, and I have always wanted to try anal. Sure enough, she was willing to do whatever to please me. She came over and we were down in the basement of my house on spare bed, I snuck her in through the back door (pun intended). I fucked her ass and she took it like a champ and when I came, I shot it deep in her ass, it was like fireworks going off in my head. See with my ex the sex was great but she wouldn’t do anal, and I just came in her mouth every time after pulling out of her pussy so this was the first time I didn’t pull out while fucking someone. It was such an intense orgasm I felt like I came a lot and my legs felt so weak to walk. It was absolutely amazing. She knew that I didn’t want any relationship and she eventually went and got a boyfriend not too long after. Though she came to me to help her “train” anal with her because her boyfriend wanted to do it with her. I did it a few times, all were great but it never recaptured that feeling of that orgasm.

About fifteen years ago I belonged to a video mailing list called "Goosebump Graphics" and there was a video series of an abusive boyfriend beating his girlfriend with abusive sex, bordering on rape. She cried pretty much the entire video. It looked pretty real, pretty grainy, as he just stuck the camera in the corner and went to town on her. Each video lasted about 60 minutes. The only distinguishing thing I remember about the video and bedroom is the bed was right next to a large wooden drawer with a huge mirror. I only saw three of them, now can't find any of my tapes, and the site is defunct. It's a long shot but anyone seen this series and know where to find it?

For six or seven years I've been obsessed with fucking an older women I've never even met. She's 59 and I'm 32. My friend and I were drunk in like 2016 or 2017 and he asked if I wanted to see his aunt in porn online.

He showed me old VHS that his aunt made with her ex husband. Hours worth that is still online. He regretted it the next morning and asked me to forget he showed me. I don't even stay in contact with him but I see his aunt on my computer screen all the time. 

I've jacked off to her at least once a month and would have tried to meet her but she is hours and hours away in the middle of nowhere near the Canadian border. 

looking for a jack off buddy around the wyoming colo border

An actual confession:

I'm married with 2 kids, perfect family life, bar my wife is pretty much frigid compared to me. So I fuck around a lot. I pretend I'm taking extra hours at work, but in reality for the last year or so I have been fucking an old co-worker pretty much every chance I get. In the 10 years I have been in this relationship, I am probably bordering on having had 20-25 other women, some just one night, a few a lot longer.

My realisation is that this is a lot more common than I ever anticipated. Most of the women I have fucked have been in a relationship, but after some flirting and a straight up question of "fancy having a fuck sometime" they loved it. Not to say I'm successful all the time, I have been shot down more often than not.

I guess my advice is either find someone sexually compatible to be with, or be ready to cheat your arse off. And if you choose to cheat, ask lots of women, you will be REALLY surprised who will actually go for it. Her best friend has gone home from a party full of my cum twice now, and really seemed to get off on the betrayal.

Oh, and I would give it at least a 50% chance one of your parents was a cheating bastard like me.

Mattie Borders gets the fire slapped out of her.

Any kinky, freaky people near GA NC border?

in the next election, i will put my name forth in the great american tradition of democracy. i believe this nation is in vital trouble and that i will be a major player in turning our fortunes around and returning the american people to the role of the greatest peoples in the world.

i believe to be an independent candidate for the elected official of america, you need to have massive amounts of money. so i am asking you, my fellow motherless users, to contribute to my campaign. i believe that together, we can repel all those terrible laws on child-pornography, gun laws, drug laws, anti-racist legislation and anti-discrimination laws.

if elected to the supreme elected official of america, i promise you each a house, a semi-automatic rifle and a young pussy. all you have to do is join one of the militia groups i will set up in every urban community and join in the repression of minorities and women. i will make sure that you will be in a position of power in all the militia groups that are formed, and you will have first rights to all the young pussy and maple syrup when we invade the canadas.

firstly i will form the militia groups and turn the fat white heart of america into a hard heart of white steel. then i would invade canada and turn into the great american north frontier, and reward my faithful militiamen with plunder. then i will expel the black man and the sand man from the borders of the united americas, and push them either into the sea or across the border to the lands of the hispanics.

then i will institute universal health care by getting all the Hollywood young pussy to enter the Senate and persuade the sleazy old elected officals of Washingston with their impassioned speeches and their busty outfits. and then i will repel all those laws that restrict our freedoms and which hinder the untapped potential of the american heartland.

imagine how well our economy will work

i ask for campaign contributions of $500 a person.

who is with me?

Today I was with my sexy mother and we went to Canada. We got pulled over and the sexy female border cop called me and my mother a couple. I was instantly turned on.

Confession #4

WARNING: THOSE OF YOU LOOKING FOR A RAUNCHY STORY----THIS IS NOT IT. THIS IS SOMETHING I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE, BUT I DID. IT BORDERS ON ROMANTIC.

So this confession is about me being a bad friend to someone I went to high school with...my friend Stacy. I will start out by saying that Stacy and I have not talked since high school, simply because out lives took us different directions, not because of what I am about to share with you. To my knowledge she has no idea that this even took place. I am not sure my exact age, but I know I wasn't driving yet, so I had to have been 14 or 15. My friend Stacy was dating guy named Scott. "Scotty" as I called him. He had dark black hair and these amazing green eyes. I believe he was about 18 or 19 years old, a few years older than myself.

One night Stacy's mom was working all night, so we had a part at her house. Scotty had the contact for more alcohol and was going to pick up some more for the party. Stacy didn't want to leave her house with people in it, so Scotty and I went to pick up more party juice. We didn't go straight to pick up more beer. Instead Scotty turned to me and said "want to go drive around the lake once?". Uhh... yeah.

The local lake is just a couple miles away, so we drove there and ended up parking the car look at the stars. There we sat, both of us knowing that while nothing was happening...something was about to. He kept sliding a little closer, attempting to point out constellations. Before we realized it we were snuggling into one another, pretending to look at the stars, while secretly dying to kiss. And as if he read my mind, he said my name... I turned to look at him... he gently cupped my face and kissed me brilliantly. About an hour later we realized that we needed to get our asses back to the party!

We went back and made up some story about not being able to find the contact for more beer etc. Stacy bought our lie and we went back to being acquaintances at the party. Stacy ended up getting so drunk that she passed out on her bed downstairs. As people left Scotty and I found ourselves the last ones up and able to speak our name without needing a slurred speech translator.

Downstairs was a pool table, and I slid myself onto the side and sat there talking with Scotty. He crept his way closer and nuzzles himself between my legs, just gently pressing his body against me as my thighs were spread and my eyes looking up into his deep green eyes. Ugh, his smile was gorgeous and because of that, i was helpless to resist when he leaned down and kissed me again. We peeked over into the next room where his girlfriend/my friend was passed out cold and we went for it!!

We started in hot and heavy. Before the night was up, Scotty and I had completely crossed the line and had sex on the pool table in Stacy's basement. She had no idea that next morning when she awoke that Scotty and I had hooked up about 10 feet from her that previous night. Scotty and I continued to "steal kisses" when we were around each other. We hooked up a couple more times before he left for college and I remember my naughty, bad-friend decisions with a bitter sweet taste in my mouth.

Stacy, if you'r out there, I'm sorry.
(And if you see him, tell Scotty to call me! *smirks*)

Looking for milf's in Northern California Oregon border...must be 420 cool . 

Anyone know? since this site removed all Beastie content what other site thats outside the borders of US posts beastie content? leave me a msg here if I find out i'll post the same here

You’re a border guard working the southern border of the United States. You’re sworn to serve and protect. Above any bribes or pay offs that may be offered to you. Wyatt Earp and Elliot Ness are your role models… how long do you keep this border jumping slut for yourself chained in your basement after picking her up sneaking into the country before sharing her with your coworkers?

LMAO

Published On: Jul 09 2012

A Michigan man is facing federal charges for allegedly arranging to have sex with a 15-year-old at a casino across the border in Canada.

A complaint filed in Unites States District Court in Detroit against Carlos Roy Castaneda, states Castaneda corresponded for days with an undercover Department of Homeland security agent to plan an arranged sexual encounter with who Castaneda thought was a teen girl.

The complaint states that the undercover agent found an ad in June posted by Castaneda on the website mlps.pika777.eu.org say he wanted to have sexual relations with someone of �any age.�

Thursday, January 5, 2012
Residents of Leesburg, Florida were shocked to see their local Social Security office turned into a random Homeland Security checkpoint Tuesday morning, as DHS officers armed with semiautomatic rifles and accompanied by sniffer dogs checked identifications of locals.

�With their blue and white SUVs circled around the Main Street office, at least one official was posted on the door with a semiautomatic rifle, randomly checking identifications. And other officers, some with K-9s, sifted through the building,� reports the Daily Commercial.
The activity was part of Operation Shield, an unannounced drill conducted by the DHS� Federal Protective Service centered around �detecting the presence of unauthorized persons and potentially disruptive or dangerous activities.�
Thomas Milligan, district manager for the Social Security Administration office, said staff were not informed their offices were about to be stormed by armed FPS officers. DHS officials refused to answer questions asked by local media and left with no explanation at noon.

OP-So let me get this stright. DHS can raid a SSI office and check old people ( for practice?), but the cannot do it at the local welfare,hospital emergence room or even the Mexico border? WTF Obama, whos side are you on?
http://www.infowars.com/dhs-officers-armed-with-semiautomatics-set-up-unannounced-id-checkpoint/

black history month my ass, you can shove that shit right up your monkey ass. fuckers get a month where we are supposed to remember shit they did, but let us try to have a white history day and they would have a fit about it.
to hell with monkeys.
to hell with border jumping fuckers too.
and those psychopath middle east bitches as well.
and their prophet can lick my ass.

Eve’s Cell
Eve woke up after a short time of sleep, for her existed no differences anymore between day or night. The room was lighted by a twilight, the source of the light invisible above her. She was laying on her side on a bed made of concrete, only covered by a plastic mattress, it was dirty, even when she entered the cell long ago, and she could smell the odor of the last prisoner who had rested here. Now her body excretions had covered it even more. Carefully positioning her body upright, she seated slowly up. She was a little cold, because she was completely nude, exposed to humid and mild-temperatured environment of the dungeon. When she was imprisoned long ago, she was forced to strip and never received any sort of clothes anymore.
But she was not completely bare: Shackles, chains and rings were fixed on her body. First there was a steel belt on her waist, containing various rings and eyebolts around it's circumference. Her slender wrists were also shackled, the hands were joined in front of her body, each wrist circled by a bright metal cuff, pressing firmly in the skin, the cuffs were joined by a metal bar, with a short chain which was fixed at the belt. So her hands were hold in the same position the whole time. She had no chance to move them up or down. Also her thumbs had been fixed together by cuffs, covering half of each finger, the cuffs were welded together, so she has not possibility to move them. She moves her hands and fingers a little bit, they are swollen, cold and numb, and the pain begins to pass trough them. She feels the constant pressure of the hard metal into her tortured skin. Looking down on her legs, she notices her ankles, which were locked in the same way, lying side by side, a bride shackle running around each ankle. From between her feet, a longer chain is running down to the floor, connecting to an eyebolt in the center of it. She moved her feet up and down, it was difficult, because also her big toes were joined, like her thumbs, swollen and numb.
When she moved her upper body, she noticed the weight of the small chain which connected her nipple rings. When she was brought in the dungeon, they pierced her nipples, with really huge needles and then fixed the rings there, each one shining clearly and with a reasonable weight. After attaching the chain between them, every movement of her body is transmitted directly to her nipples, which were erect and hard most of the time. They had grown up, meanwhile her breast had got smaller because of the weight loss.
After sitting up she moved her hands and feet more and more. They are cold and numb in her so-called morning, she has to reanimate them. When they had closed the small and very tight shackles around her wrists and ankles them, by welding, it had been necessary to press the metal firmly together. After a while, the skin was bruised by the constant pressure, and circular wounds developed. Her hands and feet began to swell on, the shackles were cutting even more in the skin, and she lived very painful days. But after a while, the situation got better, now the intense swelling had gone, and the pain was bearable. At the borders of the cuffs, the bruised skin is covered with crusts and old blood.
Then she stood up upon her feet and the pain at her ankles got worse and she moaned. She looked down at her slim legs, her once slender and now swollen ankles, and her slightly swollen and blueish feet. She moves up and down on her toes, cautiously, feeling the throbbing of the hard metal on the bones and tendons of her ankles. What a feeling! She wore these shackles since a long time, it must be years, and will do it for the rest of her life. She imagined that there must be more cells und other prisoners, shackled the same way like her. This idea excited her a little bit. Sliding slowly on her soles, straining against the weight of her chains and against the pain, Amber moved to the other wall of her cell. She did not know how long she has been imprisoned in this dungeon, but it mattered little. She was not sentenced, and was not counting her days. She would spend the rest of her life in this cell. Her shackles and the waist belt had no locks, they had been welded on to her body long ago. She has not seen her jailors since she was locked into her cell long ago- food and water is dropped from a chute into a basin in the side of her cell. She had to eat and drink like an animal, bending her body forward.Dragging her ankle chain, connected to the center of her prison, she does her daily, slow lap around and around the cell. It was the only exercise she got, and the only way to fend off the decease of her body.
After a number of laps, finally squatted down against the back, stone, moist wall of the cell. Extending her legs, she stared down at her feet. She always has been proud of them, slender and elegant feet with long toes. Now, they have changed their aspect, her ankles swollen and covered with the scaring crusts. What a torture! She slowly raised her bare feet, higher and higher, until the sudden jerk of the chain restricted any further freedom. Tears started falling from her eyes. She furiously pulled on her wrists, before jerking them up against the chains repeatedly. She sobbed and cried in frustration, her struggle was in vain, there were no chance to get free. Still crying, she returned to her bed of straw in the corner of the cell. Her wrists and ankles are on fire now, hurting like hell. Blood is running down from crusts which have been broken. From now on she avoided any movement of her body. The cold was coming back slowly, also the numbness, beginning in her fingers and toes. Later her hands and feet would feel like being frozen. If she started to move them, the pain will come backYears and years from now, she would still be locked in this dungeon forever chained and shackled, never to see freedom.

My girlfriend is coming over this weekend and she has been a real cunt lately. We have a dom/sub relationship and she has been completely disobedient so when she comes over I plan on punishing her for how she has been the passed two weeks. Any ideas for what I should do, obviously nothing too extreme, nothing bordering on abuse, just a way for me to punish her. I already plan on fucking her in the ass for her first time.

In approximately 30 minutes, my girlfriend is going to answer the door naked for another man, and I'm not there.

We've been in the "lifestyle" for some time. So, the rare hookup on one side or the other wouldn't be out of the question or unheard of. I'm a pretty light handed "Master", in my opinion. And she is a rather bratty sub to me.

We've seen this man at a couple parties over the years. He'd presented himself at the parties as a Dom. She never hid her interest really in him, but for various reasons of his own he never chose to play at those parties. However, he and I have chatted online and text off and on. He seemed to like me as some sort of mentor or something. Once I flat out asked him more or less "hey, do you want to fuck her or not?" Turned out by that time he'd attained a girlfriend, and they'd agreed to step out of the lifestyle. So, I took that ultimately as a "no". We still rarely but occasionally texted. I was happy to talk with him, but no longer thought that would ever lead anywhere anymore.

Until recently he heavily hinted he had an undeniable urge to cheat. Clarifying this out of nowhere statement, I asked if he was now interested in my girlfriend. He said he indeed was. Knowing her interest, I told him I'd give her his number and if she wants she can text him and they can see between them if something can be worked out, or not. He asked me some respectful questions about borders not to cross, some of our preferences, and her preferences specifically, what she likes, doesn't like, etc. Knowing his presentation as a Dom and some of his kink online media, I addressed some of those sort of things as well. However, there was no direct instruction or whatever. I do have interests in creating scenes where I direct or whatever, but in this instance I wanted them to have that freedom between the two of them.

So I gave her his number and she did reach out to him. I didn't tell her I had any sort of plan or anything. That's why I gave her his number. She was under the impression, though, that there was some sort of "plan", between he and I as she continued texting him. She asked me one day what she was to call him. I didn't expect this question, but to me was a sign that she intended to "submit" to him in this scene. I was not displeased with this direction, so didn't question why she would even ask this. I gave it some thought and I texted both of them separately. She is to refer to him as CZAR.

The brat in her kicked in a little then. At least in her texts to me, asking how it is this man can insist she refer to him by a "Dominant" name. I smoothed it over, clarifying to her, it wasn't his request. It was mine in response to her own inquiry. I told her she seems to keep thinking I have a plan or something, but I don't. The extent of my "plan" was to give her his number and let the hookup happen, and give him the boundaries.

I suspect there have been text exchanges since then that I am not privy to. Although, she has shared some with me. For the most part he has gone silent on me, except when I reach out to him direct he responds appropriately. Over the past month or so this has been going on with some expected but foiled times for the meet. They don't live in close proximity, and he still has his GF he has to schedule cover stories around. My girlfriend did share a most recent text confirming today as a meet, and him asking her to answer the door naked, then escort him as such to her bedroom, where she is to kneel before him.

Now he is supposed to arrive within minutes. About an hour ago she texts me expressing a lack of enthusiasm for her being expected to submit to another man, but that she is committed to doing it for respect of my Dom authority. While I never intended specifically for this to be a Ds scenario, I certainly wasn't trying to stop it, and can't deny, again, that I was displeased to hear it was developing as such. I am a little torn regarding this last minute to me development. But I am not stepping in. This should be interesting, anyhow. To say the least. So,..... any minute now....

Looking for a BBW/SSBBW woman around the IL/Wis border to have some fun with. Lets cum together...

Sexy border hopper and I just became fuck buddies! 

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.

Karen Smith lay back on her beach towel, clad only in a skimpy red bikini, and thought, "This is the life." She had landed in Ibiza two days earlier with her son, Kurt, for a three-week holiday, just the two of them. It had been an especially rainy season in London and they were both ecstatic to be getting some time in the sun. Karen typically wore one-piece bathing suits but her ivory skin was so starved for color that she decided to pack nothing but bikinis, a fact that hadn't escaped Kurt's attention.

At 42, Karen looked stunning, especially compared to Kurt's friends' moms, most of who you would never care to look at naked. But not Karen. She was often compared to Sophia Loren, and she knew that the compliment men were giving her was, "I bet you'd be dynamite in the sack." Her shoulder-length chestnut hair still shimmered in the sun and her long, shapely legs were the envy of all of Kurt's friends. Her 36D chest never needed padding to fill out the prim and proper suit jackets that she typically wore to work as a real estate broker, and more than one client had taken the opportunity to cop a feel whilst they were alone in a flat. Kurt's father had been nothing more than a sperm donor and for Kurt and Karen's entire life, their relationship was just that of mother and son. Recently, however, they had become more like friends.

"I'm heading into the water for a bit, Mom, don't burn," Kurt said, standing from his towel and removing his sunglasses.

"Okay love, don't wear yourself out," Karen said with a sly grin.

Kurt Smith was an athletic 22-year-old whose average height belied the above average dick that he carried with him. It gave him a confidence that most girls were attracted to, and he always enjoyed the look on their faces when they spied his member for the first time.

He hadn't had a girlfriend for a few weeks, and accordingly, was staring at even more girls than usual. On this particular day, however, the sunny cove where they were sunning themselves had only one other family further down the beach.

As Kurt bobbed in the salty Mediterranean water, he looked back at shore and saw only his Mom.

"Fuck me," he thought, "have her tits always been that big?"

The red spandex strained to contain her large orbs and the contrast between her pale skin made the bikini glow even brighter. She stood up to stretch just now, and turned around looking at the beach bar, giving Kurt a perfect view of the cleft of her ass. The bikini had ridden up while Karen was sitting down so that it looked almost like a thong.

"I'm getting turned on by my own Mom," Kurt thought. "How sick. I mean, I know she's got a great body and there's nobody else around but c'mon, we've lived together for so long, am I really getting hard over her?"

But he was. Under the cool water's surface, Kurt's cock was growing ever larger, and he could not take his eyes off of Karen's heavy tits, barely supported by the flimsy red material. He knew that as soon as he could get his hard-on to subside, he would have to make a beeline for their villa and jerk himself off, hard.

For her part, Karen was fantasizing herself about how long it had been since she had had a good fucking. Being a mom was no longer a big part of her life with Kurt being a man, but she still could not find much time to meet quality men. It wasn't even the companionship that she longed for, but more the lurid side of sexual intimacy with a man, any man, that she craved. Holding a cock in her hand as it filled with blood and grew, the firmness it got when she tugged on it...these were things she could have with any man, and they would fulfill her sexual desires, but it was still an effort.

"I'm heading back to the villa, Mom, you need me to bring anything back for you?" Kurt broke Karen from her daze as he toweled himself off.

"No, thanks, I'll probably come back in a little while too," she said. She noticed that Kurt looked especially good today, the bright Spanish sun shining off of his sculpted chest. "If only he weren't my son," Karen thought, "I would definitely let him fuck me. Too bad that's such a hangup, that adults can't service each other sexually if they both need it."

Her pussy tingled at the thought of having their big villa together for three weeks, fucking one another on all of the furniture, in the bathroom shower, on the terrace, doggy style in front of the sliding glass door.

"How nice would that be," Karen thought, "to be able to satisfy each other's cravings and then get on with the day. I'm sure we'd both enjoy the vacation a lot more. Society.."

Kurt was barely in the door before he stripped his swim trunks off and laid back on the bed in his downstairs bedroom. Karen had chosen the master bedroom upstairs so that they would have a bit of privacy, even though there were two bedrooms on the ground floor.

"It's too bad there weren't more girls at the beach today," Kurt thought as he gently squeezed his still damp cock. "That Swedish woman from last year was the hottest thing ever."

Kurt thought back to the previous year's trip when a mature Swedish woman had set up her sun umbrella next to his. He was at the beach alone that day and feeling talkative, so he struck up a conversation with the Swede. The mother of three was in her 50s and had some lines of age on her face but her smile was dazzling and her blonde hair almost platinum, which made her deep tan even more alluring. As the day went on, they both became overheated and went down to the water together.

After floating a few feet from one another and obviously flirting, Kurt tentatively reached out to touch her waist. The mother flinched at first but then smiled broadly and brought Kurt's hands up to her large breasts. They sagged slightly in her bikini but she was completely uninhibited and swung her body around without regard for how much her tits moved, and Kurt found it very erotic. Floating in the ocean, they groped each other's bodies for a long time before going back to the sand and making out on their blankets.

Kurt moaned as he stroked his rod and continued to think back on the mature blonde woman, unaware that a mature brunette was listening to him. Karen had decided to come back to the house early for a drink, and she heard Kurt's heavy breathing as soon as she entered the villa. Seeing his trunks on the floor through his doorway, she knew he could only be masturbating.

"Oh my God, even my own son can get some relief, I wish it were easier for me." Karen threw her sarong onto the couch and slipped into a pair of high heeled espadrilles she had by the door. Their cork bottoms allowed her to get right to the edge of Kurt's bedroom before he would hear her. She didn't have any plans, but was just going by instinct.

Karen's calves were flexed from the high wedges, and she had beads of sweat sliding down the insides of her thighs. Her breathing was more ragged and she noticed with utter certainty that her pussy lips were tingling noticeably. Her son's masturbation was arousing Karen.

"If it were just as easy to use his cock as a dildo, and frig myself, then I could just...use him, and he could use me, we could both cum, and get back to life!" She was actually thinking that it sounded like a good plan, but she wasn't sure how Kurt would take it.

"If I'm matter-of-fact and a little insistent, what 22-year-old WOULDN'T like to be serviced on vacation?!" She pushed her breasts so that the nipples were closer to the inside border of her bikini top, and the dark areolas were showing. Karen stepped to the edge of the doorway.

Kurt was now pumping harder, his glans head wedged firmly on top of his fist. Eyes closed, he was moving his hips so that the bed shook slightly on the tile floor.

"Ahem."

Kurt heard Karen's noise, his eyes flew open, and he started to scoot to the top of the bed.

"Whooo, Mommm, I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Ahhhh."

"It's okay Kurt, I know what men your age do, it's not a big deal." Kurt's mom put her hand on the door jamb to seem casual and crossed her legs at the ankles. "Believe it or not, women have those needs to, they just don't talk about it. But even me, your Mom."

Kurt thought about his Mom having sexual needs and it couldn't help but put an image in his head of her being fucked over the back of a couch, hands gripping the pillows while someone, maybe him, entered her from behind again and again.

"I guess so," Kurt said. He had one hand over his crotch but his stiff member was still so engorged that his hand couldn't cover the entire thing. Kurt looked his mom over now for the first time and his eyes glazed over with lust. He thought, "I know she's my Mom but I was just in the middle of jerking off and my mind is still on sex and, fuck, would I love to mount her right here."

As if she was reading his mind, Karen stepped gingerly towards her son, her hips still cocked to the side from the angle of her tall shoes.

"Okay Kurt, I'm going to be really blunt here. We're alone for three weeks and it's going to be really difficult for us to concentrate on having fun and living if we're both sexually frustrated, do you agree?"

Kurt gulped but nodded his head in agreement. "Where can she be going with this?" he thought.

"So," Karen said walking to where Kurt's knees hung over the edge of the bed, "why don't we come to an understanding." She squatted so that her face was level with Kurt's hips, her big tits suspended in mid-air for her son to gawk at. The mirror at the foot of the bed allowed Kurt to see his Mom's ass too, as she bounced slightly on her haunches.

"Why don't we just say that, while we're here in Ibiza, we can do whatever we want to each other. Sexually." Karen licked her lips, the sexy mature woman now certain that this was exactly what she wanted.

"'Sexually'?" Kurt stammered. "So, what do you mean, DO whatever we want?"

"We tell each other when we need relief, and we use each other's bodies to get that relief. No judgments, no guilt, no awkwardness or hiding around." Karen's hands were roaming her body now, feeling her breasts and pushing them together as if in anticipation of what her son was going to do to her.

"Well...I mean, I would love to, but are you sure?" Kurt asked, smiling. "I get horny pretty often and usually jerk off three or four times a day."

"That's fine, Kurt, if you need me to service you five times a day, that will work too." Karen closed her eyes while she spoke and reached around behind her to undo her bikini top. "I might need you to...FUCK...me, every night if you can handle it." Karen drew out the word 'fuck' to gauge the impact on her son and it rightly threw him for a loop.

Kurt moved his hand from covering his cock and began stroking it again. "I think I could use some help now if you wouldn't mind, Mom."

Karen grinned and crawled onto the bed on all fours, her wedges still on her feet. "That's fine, son, don't worry. Mommy will take good care of you."

And with that she used her left hand to push Kurt's chest so he was flat on his back, and with her right she grasped his cock, her own son's cock, and began pumping it.

"Is this alright?" Karen asked innocently. "Is it okay if I suck on your cock? Suck on it until I make you cum in my mouth? Would you like that?"

Kurt was shaking now, his cock so ready to be serviced. He had needed to cum since he saw his Mom's big, full tits on the beach and had been jerking off for a few minutes before he came home. He needed his Mom to suck his cock and he needed her to deep throat it.

"Deep throat my cock, Mom." Kurt said uncertainly. "Please."

Karen laughed an evil laugh. "Don't say 'please', son. When we're servicing each other and helping each other to cum, treat me like a slut. That way it will be more of a separation between our normal time and our fucking time. We don't want you getting hard thinking about fucking your Mom's pussy in the middle of dinner."

And with that, Karen leaned down, her brown hair tussling over her son's stomach, and engulfed the length of his thick shaft in her hot, wet mouth. She hummed and moaned as she slobbered up and down on his slippery tool.

Kurt moaned loudly with ecstasy. "Fuuuuck, Mom, that's so gooood!" He shut his eyes and put his hands on top of his mother's head as she gulped up and down on his dick.

"Fuck his dick is so HOT!" Karen thought. "Not just big and smooth but actually physically WARM!" Her pussy was drooling already just thinking about having it inside of her. Her own son, Kurt, would soon have his dick buried inside of his mother. Karen swooned and blew her only child with renewed vigor. She was determined to suck him off quickly so that he would know how good she could be. She wanted to be a good dirty slut for her boy.

"You like that?" Karen asked in between slobbers. "You like your slutty Mom blowing you, Kurt? Sucking on your cock in your own bedroom? It's so naughty but I think we both know that we need to be helping each other cum on this trip, don't you?"

She went back to his dick with all of her attention, using one hand to stroke her son's dick up and down, the other to squeeze and cup his balls.

"Yeah Karen, suck it, suck my fat cock," Kurt said, getting into the spirit of his Mom's game. "Make me cum in your mouth, I need to cum." "Call me 'Mom'" Karen said, stopping just long enough to look her son directly in the eyes so that he knew exactly what it was they were doing. Getting a blowjob from his Mom.

"Mom, keep sucking my dick. Suck it now you slut." Kurt smiled even as he said this rudest of instruction.

Karen laughed and went back to work, servicing her son's dong. Kurt then grabbed her ass and slapped one of her cheeks, hard.

"I've wanted to do that all day," he said. "Here, swing around so you can sit on my face. I want to taste your pussy, Mom."

Karen couldn't believe it, her swollen lips needed attention badly and she was thrilled that her son wanted to eat her pussy.

"Ohh baby, that would be amazing. I'm just going to move around," Karen worked her hips and swung her knee over her boy's head so that they were in a perfect 69 position, her snatch just above Kurt's mouth and her own mouth still locked onto his dick.

"That's it, c'mon, sit on my face, Mom. I want to lick your pussy."

Karen obliged and moved her knees to the side so that her wet pussy was smashed onto her son's face.

"Ohhhh," she cried out. "Yeah, that's it, eat Mommy's pussy. Shove your tongue all the way into Mommy's little cunt hole." Karen squirmed around on top of her son, sitting back on his face so he could get as much of his mouth around her sopping pussy as possible.

"Keep sucking me, keep sucking my cock, Mom!" Karen had her lips at the base of her son's cock, tonguing the length of it. She was happy to suck his dick all day but she needed it's hardness inside of her.

"Okay, now it's my turn." She crawled off of her son's face and walked into the living room. Still wearing her heels, she bent at the waist and leaned over the couch. "Just fuck me, Kurt. Fuck me hard, and fuck me as fast as you like."

She wagged her ass back and forth and Kurt thought he might faint before he got to her. Sliding up behind his mother, Kurt aligned his hips with hers and guided his dick between her drooling pussy lips.

Karen shuddered as she felt her son's big thick cock slide inside of her. She leaned backwards and slammed her ass against Kurt's pelvis. The shock made him shuffle his feet but he soon found his footing and began moving back and forth more easily.

"Oh fuck, Mom! Your pussy feels so fucking good!"

"Much better than jerking off?"

"Fuck yeah, so much better."

"Good. Any time you want to fuck me, you can fuck me. If you want a blowjob, ask me, and I'll suck your cock. I just want to milk the cum out of you whenever you need it, and in return, I want you to fuck my pussy when I need it. That's only fair, isn't it?"

Kurt was into it now, drops of perspiration dripping onto his mother's pale back. He reached underneath and squeezed her utters together, still barely believing that he was inside of his Mom, fucking her with abandon. It was unreal that earlier in the hour, they were sitting side-by-side and not touching one another.

"You like it, don't you son? Fucking your mother? Fucking her wet pussy without caring who sees it?"

Karen abruptly pulled Kurt's cock out of her pussy, turned around and slapped him across the face. He could hardly believe what was going on but Karen was still smiling that devilish grin. She walked over to the couch and kneeled, sticking her ass up in the air.

"Come fuck my cunt, son. Fuck your mother's wet cunt until she cums. Can you do that, son? Do you mind shoving your thick cock inside my sopping pussy until I cum? You can just use me, you know. Use me like a fuckdoll, if you wake up in the middle of the night and need to get off, come into my room, lift my nightdress, lather your cock up with some spit and fuck me."

Kurt scrambled around the sofa and climbed onto the couch, placing his feet on either side of his Mom's knees. He braced himself on her lower back and slid down, impaling her sodden quim onto his stiff prick.

"I'm going to fuck you at least twice a day, Mom, I just hope you're okay with that."

Karen moaned and leaned back, not believing that her pussy was filled completely by her son.

"Just keep fucking me. When we're tired we can go back to the beach but for now, I just want you to get off. Just fucking use me to cum like some kind of slut."

Kurt fucked and fucked until he felt like his balls were going to explode.

"I'm going to cum now, Mom. Gonna cum, where do you want it."

Karen was frigging herself madly, not wanting it to end but wanting to see her son get off even more.

"When you're about to cum, pull out and cum on my face. I want to suck the last drop of cum out of you."

Kurt grabbed his mother's hair as he pumped furiously into her dripping pussy and at last felt like he was going to cum.

"Ahhh, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum baby, fuck your Mommy and cum on her face. I'm such a fucking slut for my son's cum, cum in my face!"

Kurt pulled out as Karen spun around, still drooling from being fucked so hard. She stuck her tongue out and licked whatever part of Kurt's dick wasn't being jerked and he began shooting rope after rope of cum over Karen's beautiful face. Karen was finger fucking her cunt and began squirting all over the floor at the same time.

The scene was surreal as mother, still in heels and bikini bottoms, pulled to the side, rubbing herself madly as her son towered over her and shot his hot cum all over her pretty face.

At last, Kurt slumped onto the couch. "Wow. That was fucking unreal."

"Just wait until dinner," Karen said throatily, sliding her finger over her face to wipe the cum off. "I think we're going to have an interesting few days." She laid on her back, her big tits flopping to the sides, and began contemplating the next place she wanted to fuck her son.

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foucauldian analysis theorizes again and again that all of our relations enforce a patriarchal sexual order that enslaves all of us to a societal panopticon, the watchful entity that keeps you from running red lights when you're at an empty intersection in the dead of night, or from trying to steal even when you could get away with it--and that this matrix of power manipulates the energy of our sexuality towards its own goals.

it's important to understand that foucault isn't proposing a conspiracy, but rather a natural progression of cooperative and conglomerated interests geared, on one end, towards finding out what satisfies us, and on the other end, to use that information to encourage participation in the construction of a society with an overarching goal: in early western civilization's case, which is now the case all over the world, that goal is production, a blind word that on its flip side means profit. whether this is good or bad is besides the point. the concept of profit, like pretty much every concept that comprises the grand concept of human existence, can be used for good or evil purposes.

the point of talking about this matrix of power over our sexuality is that it distorts our sexuality: sex, at its psychological bottom line, is meant to be an exercise in power--thus "the chase," S&M, the "stud," etc--but offset power balances in early and influential relationships also trigger psychological attachments to certain types of power play--take, for instance, the classic serial killer archetype, who often comes from an abusive family or home situation (ie. dahmer and his father, gacey and his father, fish and an orphanage).

so here we are, obviously all fucked up with our strange fetishes that we can't talk about--yet anonymity provides us with the ability to communicate and acknowledge a connection in the formations that have been molded in our psychosexual landcapes. i think what we do here, sharing our stupid stories and talking about who we'd like to take, is a small but important step towards destabilizing a system that feeds on our secret desires and fears.

its the first moment in history (by moment i mean in terms of all history, so like this decade) that we can be so open in our deepest, sickest thoughts-- and i think having such an outlet affects how we act towards other people in real life, too. i know it does for me, i just feel more open about sex and stuff. at least with people i'm close to, anyway.

i think this is all tied in with violence on television and in video games as well--something inside of us wants to see destruction and its not only healthy to express it, its possibly important, because it borders on truths that people aren't conscious enough to have realized yet. underground rock and rap music have been influencing people towards honesty with raw or "shocking" emotions for decades now, and some could argue that the whole history of good art is just a progression of shocks to our consciousness. these ideas and subcultures have undoubtedly influenced the mainstream--but in terms of exploring the reality of our basest instincts, people need to be talking about violent sexuality. it's key to realizing the relationship between power and sexuality that has enslaved men and women to a system of their own creation for centuries.

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I confess to getting hard and turned on by my masseuse.

I know what your thinking just tip her and get the happy ending. Well Elle not that kind of a masseuse. Elle is licensed in therapeutic massage and is phenomenal at her work. My wife and I are both her clients. She works out of a legit chiropractic office so her services are covered on our insurance. My wife recommended chiropractic and massage massage therapy after I suffered a sports injury a few years ago.

The chiropractor had just aligned my spine. I was in waiting room. I had a nagging thought that I had forgotten something. Elle came out moments later to retrieve me. She greeted me with her typical warm smile. Elle was 24. She had a svelte toned and athletic body. Brown hair typically put up in a ponytail. Blue eyes and dimples. She was girl next door pretty. Elle motioned me towards the back rooms. I followed her down the long hall. I was watching her ponytail sway from side to side when my attention was drawn to her perfectly toned ass clad in yoga pants. The tight fit of her yoga pants left little to the imagination. I was fascinated with each perfectly outlined ass cheek rise and fall as her hips swayed side to side. Her walk was purely feminine. I was having a hard time finding a panty line when we arrived at the door to her room. My eyes lingered a bit too long and Elle caught me staring. She opened the door and invites me in wordlessly with a friendly smirk.

SHIT! I realized what I had forgotten. I didn’t pregame. Pregaming in this case meant masturbating before my appointment. A practice I began after an untimely, embarrassing erection I had with my original masseuse shortly after I began massage therapy. I got the impression that I had offended this masseuse so I apologized. After another awkward appointment with my original masseuse, she announced that she was getting married and her fiance got a job out of state. That is when both my wife and I began seeing Elle. Turns out that Elle was a much better masseuse anyway.

Once inside the room Elle asked, You want me to concentrate on your lower back and hips still? I nodded. She continued, You know the drill. Get undressed and I'll be back in a a few minutes.

She closed the door behind her as she left. I quickly undressed. I got on the table naked and face down. I pulled the sheet over me. I put my face in the saddle shaped cradle. A minute later I heard a soft knock at the door with Elle asking if I’m ready. I respond with a Yep. I hear the door open then close, Elle pulled the sheet down exposing my back. I felt her warm oily hands on my upper back moments later. Elle has a touch that is deep, slow and sensual. She intuitively skates the line between pain and pleasure with every movement. My stress melted away. My mind wandered to very recent memories of Elles beautifully shaped 24 year old ass. I mentally slap myself by recalling that I have a daughter her age. Never had I once thought of Elle sexually. No…. Really. I have admired her youthful beauty but never considered having sex with her before. As her hands moved down my back I force any notions of Elles sexuality out of my mind.

My mind wanders……. ***I recall a warm summer day. I’m in a field near my house with my childhood friend JoAnn. We had just finished swimming. We wanted to warm up and get some sun. We followed a deer trail through the yard high tall grass to a deer bed, where the grass had been flattened. We spread our towels on it and layed down. I was enjoying the warmth of the sun on my back when I felt something irritating it. Was it a bug? I shooed it away. I discovered it was a piece of grass that JoAnn was intentionally tickling me with. I told her to knock it off, It itches. Joann continue till I pulled it roughly from her hands and threw it away. I put my face back down in my arms.

Moments later JoAnn says, Sorry.

I answer with a shrug. JoAnn starts gently scratching my back where she had tickled me with the grass.

I let out a pur saying, now that feels good.

JoAnn’s light scratching turns to a light touch. It felt electric. I was being touched in areas that usually didn't get touched. A contented, Mmmmm escaped my lips. As she gently moved her touch slowly on my back. I turn to look at her. I notice the wet bright yellow panties of her bikini clinging to every curve of her vagina. I would come to know this as camel toe later in life. It felt I wanted share the sensation of touch with her.

Hey Joann, this feels really good. Let me do it to you.

She sprung up quickly, reached around her back and adeptly unfastened the back of her bikini top while holding the front against her so it wouldn’t fall off. She held it tight against her while she laid on her belly. Her naked back facing me waiting to be touched. I mimicked the movement of her touch on my back on hers.

JoAnn says, Oooo That really does feel good. I wish girls could go around topless.

Me too, I joke.

She continues, I remember when I was little girl and I didn’t have to wear a top when swimming. I felt free.

I suggested that she take her top off, No one will see in this tall grass. I won’t tell anyone.

JoAnn said, This doesn’t mean I want to have sex. You’re just my friend. Not my boyfriend.

I nodded and crossed my heart telling her, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, Promise.

JoAnn turned over and sat up. The loose top pressed against her chest covering her boobs. She conspiratorially looked in all directions making sure that the tall grass gave us enough privacy. She slowly removed the covering from her breasts and dropped the top beside her. She beamed with a triumphant yet bashful brace filled smile. Then she laid quickly on her side facing me to hide behind the tall grass. I don’t think I took my eyes off of her breasts since she bared them. I was fascinated.

What?, she asks embarrassed.

Your breasts have grown since the last time I saw them. Their amazing.

You think so? She responds looking down at them. They’re gonna get bigger. My Mom has big boobs. She looks down at my crotch. Oh my God! Did you get a boner from seeing these.

JoAnns breasts were fascinating. Her chest was no longer flat like mine but had 2 rounded mounds. The areola got larger and her nipples were erect. Joann asks me to lay down. As soon as I do she touches my chest. My eyes are wide open and staring at her lovely new breasts. She self consciously asks to me stop staring her boobs and to shut my eyes. I am slightly disappointed but I cooperate. I can feel her light touch as her fingers move up my arm, across my chest and down my other arm. Her touch is slow sensual. Then from my chin down the center of my chest, over my belly button to the top of my waistband. My cock involuntarily twitches inside my swim trunks from proximity of her touch. I wonder if she noticed. Her touch travels back up to my chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around my nipples.

Your turn, I suddenly say as I sit up. Surprisingly JoAnn seems to be excited. She lays down and closes her eyes. I mimicked the path her touch took on my body. I touched her lightly as she did up her arm, across her chest above her breasts and down my other arm. Then from her chin down the center of her chest between her breasts. Over her flat belly button to the top of her bikini bottom waistband. I stopped to take a look at her camel toe. I moved my hand back up to her chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around her the borders of her breasts.

JoAnn coos, Ooooo that feels good.

I asked her if I can touch them. She nodded approval. I cup one then the other and squeeze gently. I can’t help myself. I lean forward and take a nipple between my lips sucking and licking gently.

JoAnn smacks me on the back of my head playfully. HEY! I said you can touch but no kissing. Now you got to show me your boner.

I didn't quite understand the logic but I was willing to play along. I untied the drawstring on my swim trunks then then lifted the waistband to flash my hardened cock.

JoAnn says, I can barely see… Wait. She moves her head down placing an ear on my belly button. I can feel her naked breast against my thigh. My cock jumps. She squeals with delight. Did you just make it do that? Doesn’t it hurt being hard like that and trapped in you trunks. Maybe you should take it out.

I thought for a moment and asked, not before you show me your pussy like we used to. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

JoAnn responded with I don’t have anything down there. She nonchalantly pulled up the waistband of her bikini and exposed her pussy beneath the yellow material. Her thighs and torso made a Y where they met. At the Y where all creases met was a cleft barely covered by a sprinkling of dark downy hair. JoAnn pleads, come on Todd. Release it. Take your trunks off. I took my top off. I dare you.

I was never one to turn down a dare so I pulled my trunks down and my cock sprang up at full attention.

Wow! You got bigger too. JoAnn states then asks, Can I touch it?

I nod cooly, but inside I am dying for her to touch me. JoAnn touches me gently running fingers up and down the length of the shaft. I feel so good. Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I Instruct her to wrap her whole hand around it. She does.

Oooo. The skin is soft and warm but it’s so hard.

I ask her to move her hand up and down. She does and I moan. It feels amazing. This half naked girl is stroking my cock.

First she says, like this, while stroking. Wow I can feel the skin moving over the hard part. Then in reaction to my moan she ask, Wait….. Eww! are you getting off?

*** I crash back to the present when Elle asked if her pleasure is good. I think, did she just say pleasure? I come to my senses and reply the pressure is fine. Her skilled hands had been working on my lower back which was exposed to the top of my ass crack. I am now completely aware of my erection that has grown between me an the table.

Elle covered my back with the sheet and moved to my lower half. She exposed one leg and most of the attached buttock. While tucking the sheet between my legs, she inadvertently poked the tip of my hardened cock. It's understandable. It is typically not there. The unintentional physical attention to my cock has me wishing for more. Her hands sensually moved up and down my leg from mid thigh to ankle. If my leg could orgasm it would’ve already shot a load. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine how good those skilled hands and movement would feel on my cock. Her sexual partner was lucky. None of these thoughts helped my erection disappear. She kneaded my bare buttock then smoothed a knot in my hip. She barely gave me time to acknowledge her hands on my bare ass before putting me through the excruciating pain/pleasure of working out a knot. She covered me up and repeats on the opposite leg.

Then I began imagining what Elle looks like naked. Her breasts are C cup. Are her areola large or small? Her complexion is light so the probably pink. What does her pussy look like? She is most likely shaved clean. That seems to be what girls are doing now. Are her labia large or hidden? Her yoga pants left little to the imagination. It was perfect. Ok now I was picturing Elle naked while she massaged me.

Elle asked me how I’m doing. I know what's coming next. Shit! She needed me to turn over. I am at full mast. Hard as a rock. She lifted up the sheet and glanced away to provide a modicum of modesty. She asked me to flip over on my back and move down. I flip over hopeful that I wasn’t as hard as I thought I was. She replaced the sheet. I looked down and my hard on made a tent under the sheet. I glanced at Elles face. To credit her professionally she didn’t even seem to notice. I closed my eyes, slightly embarrassed, willing my erection soft. Nope, not gonna happen. My cock felt every movement of the sheet and loved it.

Elle was up behind my head and working. She said wow, I can feel a lot of tension in your neck and shoulders. Her hands are magic. The tension melted away. I didn’t even about sex for the moment. Until she moved her hands from the base of my neck, over my shoulders down my arms slowly and sensually. My eyes were closed but I could sense her position. I shave my head clean. I could feel what could only have been her pubic area as it lightly touching the crown of my head while she was bending forward over me. I opened my eyes and was staring at the bottom of her clothed breasts. I could only imagine her head inches from my sheet covered phallus. I wonder to myself if she is just as curious about me as I am with her.

Elle finished with my upper body. She moved the sheet to bare my leg, thigh and hip. The sheet felt exquisite as it moved against my cock as she tucked the it in under the opposite leg. The back of her hand grazed it and I nearly let out a moan. She worked my calf, then knots in my thigh when she massaged my hip. I was hyper aware of the proximity of her hands to my cock. She reached across my body and pulled my opposite hip through the sheet. The action caused her lower body to press into my naked leg. I didn’t know how much more I can take. She repeated the same work on my opposite leg. The sheet and her inadvertent touches prolonged my hardness. Before we finished she pulled on my legs to stretch them. She shook them by the ankle and left me wondering is she wanted to see my cock wiggle.

Elle announced that the massage was over by asking me how I was feeling. I told her I felt great as usual. I caught her eye before she left the room. I gave her a heartfelt apology for my condition. Sometimes it just has a mind of its own.

Elle smiled and looked down directly at the sheet where my cock was making a tent. She said flirtatiously, No worries. You’d be surprised how often that happens.
She left me to get dressed.

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I was given a task by some omnipotent force or existence, perhaps even god himself, but I failed. I was discouraged, I was afraid, and now I am paying the price - the world is paying the price.

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I try to be good and behave within societal norms but I find it a struggle. I spend my lunch break walking around stores and all I can see is all the sexy fuckmeat.... I imagine pulling my cock out and stroking it only to have my hands pushed away and to have them use me. It doesn't even really matter who uses my cock as long as I get to goon and fulfill my purpose in life as a dumb fuck toy with a hard cock to use. It's all I can think about, I sit in my work truck most of the day stroking my cock more than actually working because that's all I truly want to do. I flirt with and most times I'm inappropriate with customers when I'm at their house or property. I make sexually suggestive jokes that most of the time border on the inappropriate side of things that would probably get me fired if it was ever reported. I've tried to repress this side of me but I can't and honestly don't really want to. It has actually gotten me attention from bored/lonely housewives in the middle of the day who tell me that their husbands don't look at or treat them as anything special anymore who've been craving physical attention and made to feel attractive. I've tried to be better than what I am but I can't. I fucking hate this website, how and who runs it are a bunch of miserable cunts who have deleted more profiles I can count for no apparent reason, but I always find myself coming back here because I can't find anyone in real life that can match my levels of perversion or depravity. I have relationships, I always try to be truthful and forthcoming about who I am and what I desire. The relationships I've had all start out the same after that conversation most tell me they're okay with how I am but before long my needs for physical contact become too much and they either leave or stay but pull away from our physical relationship which creates internal issues for me. I wish once in my life I could have the kind of relationship I truly desire/have been searching for but if I'm honest I'm not sure it actually exists and at this point I'm just about ready to give up on ever actually finding someone would actually fit in to any standard that I have or come close to it. I just feel like my desire and needs for physical/sexual attention won't ever be met at this point in life, maybe it's time to stop spending so much time and money trying/searching for what I dream of being the perfect relationship to just say fuck it and go alone. I feel like no one I've ever been with can match me sexually, some professed "nymphomaniacs" have come close but have always ended up tapping out when I feel like I'm just getting started. I don't know, I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm looking that's wrong. Maybe my needs for closeness and sexual attention are just too much for any one person and I'll never find someone who will truly satisfy me. Maybe I'm doomed to be an anonymous perv, always trolling the motherless website stroking my cock at inappropriate times daily thinking of all the sick and demented things I'd love to do to other or have them do to me, cumming multiple times daily but never truly satisfied. That's my life I guess, thank you if you actually read all this garbage and have a good day!

I have a confession but it happened many years ago. To start with I am a 54 yr old male and this happened in the mid 80's to early 90's. I was in the military and stationed close to the Mexico border. I had come from a small town and not seen much as far as sex goes. One night shortly after I got to my station I was told about a bar in town and ask to go. I went and as I was walking in I noticed a place right next door that had a lot of video games in it. After have a few drinks I decided I was gonna leave and told a couple guys I was with that I was going to stop next door and play a couple games. They told me not to go in there because it was really a adult book store. Being from a small town I had never been in one so I thought I would check it out.
After passing the games I came to a door that was locked. I stood there and looked around then I heard the buzzer go off and I was able to open the door. I went in and the first thing I saw was the racks with hard core porn on it, then the toys they had hanging from the walls. As I looked around the store, stopping here and there to look at a mag, I notice they had a theatre in this place too. I keep looking and getting more and more horny. They had some private booths in the back and some booths up front that took quarters. I was so horny that I decided to go into the quarter booths. I went to the counter and got some quarters then stared at the board to find the right short movie to watch. Soon I find one that turned me on and I went to that booth and sat down. I was afraid to do much because the booths didn't look like they had doors so I just sat there with my cock hard and straining against my pants.
After I was sitting there for a few minutes a woman came to the door and stood there watching. Soon she asked If she could sit too and I said yes. A couple minutes went by then she asked me if I wanted a blow job. I had been around hookers before and I told her I didn't have the money for that. She got pissed and said she never asked for money and got up to leave. I told her I was sorry for saying that and that I would love a blowjob. She sat back down and closed the door which I found out was a sliding door. My cock came out and she dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock. It felt so good that I was trying to last as long as I could but soon I started cumming and she ate every drop. after she got done she got up and went left the booth.
During the next 7 years I spent at that station I would go into that store and get a blowjob from her. I did play with her tits some but she wouldn't let me fuck her till close to the last time I went in there. Sorry to say her pussy wasn't as good as her blowjobs.
I had so much fun in that store and it is why I am such a pervert today. I had other women in that store too, and yes one was a whore but she was a very good fuck. In that store was where I learned about the glory holes too. I had guys trying to suck my cock but I was afraid to let them at first. Later I did let guys suck my cock if there was no one else around. I watched couples play as I jacked off and many saw me cum looking at them too.
The best night though was one I will never forget. I went to the store and got some quarters so I could go back and play. As I started walking into the area I saw a man and woman walking around. As any pervert would do I watched them and was hoping they would go into one of the booths with a hole in it. She stopped and said something to her hubby and then went into the bathroom. I decided to make a move and see if anything would happen. The hubby was standing at the board that showed all the vids in th booths and I walked up and started looking too. He saw me and a few seconds later he tapped me on my shoulder and asked me if I wanted his wife to fuck. Bad thing was he didn't speak English so I had know idea of what he said. He knew I didn't understand so he made the fuck signs with his fingers. As I looked at him he showed me not him his wife. When she came out the bathroom they walked down to the end booth and entered but closed the door behind them. Lucky for me I knew this booth had a hole in it so I got into the other booth. I looked though the hole and she was rubbing his cock though his pants so I pulled my cock out and started stroking. I could see her looking but that was all so I decided to stick my cock though the hole and see what would happen. As soon as my cock was though she grabbed onto it and started to stroke me. Her hand felt nice but I wanted more so I told them to follow me to a private booth at the back. I found out she did speak English and she said ok.
They followed me and as soon as the door was closed she dropped her dress and was standing there in just her bra. As soon as my cock was out of my pants she jumped on it and started sucking. After a few seconds she climbed up on top and started to ride my cock while her hubby sat and watched. She felt so good on my cock and she sure knew how to fuck. As I watched her I wanted to see her tits so I tried to unhook her bra but couldn't get it and she smiled at me and asked if I wanted those too. Of course I said yes and she unhooked the bra and let it fall showing me some of the prettiest tits I had ever seen. All of a sudden her hubby got up and knelt down with his face so close to my cock I could feel his breath on it. HE just watched my hard cock going in and out of his wife's pussy. Soon he got up and walked out the door as his wife keep fucking me. Was long until I blew a huge load into that wonderful pussy. To my surprise she just kept riding my cock. Soon I was just as hard as I was before I shot my cum.
About this time her hubby had come back in and this time he dropped his pants and started to stroke his cock. She pulled my cock out of her but never let go of it and turned so she could suck my cock as he stuck his into her cum filled pussy. God was she good. She was sucking my cock like She would never get any again and I was the best blowjob of my life. Soon she turned and again never let go of my cock so I could fuck her again and she could suck her hubbies cock some. To my surprise again after a few minutes he got up, did up his pants and left again. Didn't bother her though because she just kept fucking my cock.
We fucked in almost every way I could think of (and yes even standing with her wrapped around my cock). Her Hubby did come back in but only stood back and stroked his cock until he came. Soon after he shot his load he said something to her and she asked me if I had enough or wanted more. I told her I wanted more and just said ok. She said something to her hubby and he answered then walked out again. We kept fucking what seemed to be hours(but wasn't) and again I blew a huge load into her sweet pussy.
After that load she got up and dressed then started kissing me telling me thank you and how much fun she had. Then she walked out and joined her hubby and they left. I went back to the store just about every other night for about a month, hoping I would see them again, but I never did see them in there again and most night would just have to get my cock sucked by the first woman or by that time a guy to blow my load. I did think I saw her about 6 or 7 months later but not sure if it was her and she was pregnant. I have always wondered if she was there to get pregnant since she sure did like all that cum in her pussy.
Well that's my story hope you like.

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I strongly feel that attorneys and the judicial system will be the end of us (speaking of the USA). For all the good they do, they do more harm than good. This country has become litigation central. We pass laws where no law is necessary, we pass judgement where no judgement is required.

I guess all in the attempt to make a perfect society out of one that was never intended to be so (and we were happy with that). But now its all about litigating every fucking thing imaginable and it makes me sick.

Attorneys and judicial idiots, if you want to litigate something stick with border laws, security, and corp. But leave my family and the people that love this country and rightly belong here the fuck alone and let us live our lives and handle our own problems just like we used to do.

If it works don't fix it, we have become a nation of everything must be a legal process and if we don't have a law for that lets make one.

Its bullshit, i know the legal system is good money and the more laws made the more clients you have to represent, im asking you give us our country back and stop making redicilous laws that should not be.

Thanks

Peace Always

Figured out a solution for the border crisis:

Force all of-age females caught crossing the border illegally to marry a white, male American and earn that green card with their fat brown asses.

For the last few months, my girlfriend has been going away most weekends. She says she's going on mini-breaks, with her friends but I seen that she's been taking condoms with her. She also has come back with hickeys a few times, is covered in door stamps and stinks of booze. I feel like a proper pussy knowing that a bunch of random teenage cunts have been fucking her. When I kiss her I keep thinking about what has been in her mouth or on her face. She is way out of my league if I'm honest - but she hardly fucks me at all. Looks great on my arm though. I'm 250 pounds. She's bordering on model material IMO. Before any of you say "no way would she be with you" - I'm a fairly wealthy guy and she gets what she wants. She's 24 and I'm a bit older. I confess that I would rather have it carry on though than lose her.

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The latest public opinion poll to ask Americans about legalizing marijuana like alcohol and tobacco shows 56% agree with the idea, according to Rasmussen Reports. The support for marijuana legalization rises if it is to be sold only in pharmacies:

A new Rasmussen Reports national telephone survey finds that 58% of Likely U.S. Voters support legalization if marijuana is regulated and sold only in pharmacies. Thirty-two percent (32%) oppose legalizing marijuana even if its sales are controlled in this way. Ten percent (10%) are undecided.

According to Rasmussen, 62% of voters believe that American consumer demand is "a major factor in the drug violence and gang warfare in Mexico and Central America." In response to the violence, nearly half (47%) of all Americans are open to the idea of legalizing marijuana and cocaine if that would reduce border violence.

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Obama Impotent On U.S. - Mexico Border Issue
Share: by UnitedNative April 23, 2010 at 03:14 am
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p******** Obama is impotent as are Congress members in standing up for American citizens when it comes to illegal immigrants. Drug gangs are running rampant, killing Americans that get in their way. Drug gangs involved in kidnapping and human sex slaves trade trafficking is out of control. This one issue is costing American taxpayers billions plus the loss of human life each year congress fails to deal with the issue.

American cities and neighborhoods across our nation are under siege from illegal immigrants and drug gangs, civilian law enforcement cannot control our border problem by it's self. The failure of this federal government not to deploy our National Guard unites along our border goes to the heart of this issue and begs the question, why not.?

Obama; No jobs, is having difficulty comprehending what it will take to stop illegal aliens from inflicting terror on American citizens living on our border. p******** Obama has spent more time denouncing Fox News as a news organization, and the military don't ask - don't tell policy than he has with the out of control illegal immigrants issue.

Americans are fed-up with the Obama-Democrats in-your-face policies they want passed, while throwing Americans under the bus when it comes to the inhuman border problems with Mexico.

Americans are demanding p******** Obama and Congress stand up and take all necessary action to regain control of our nation's borders. There are more people being killed on our border with Mexico than in Afghanistan and Iraq altogether at this time.

Obama democrats are attending party fund-raisers at tens of 1000's of dollars per plate dinners, patting themselves on the back while tax payers are paying for those trips. All this, while American citizens are being ran over by drug gangs on the Mexican border areas and throughout our homeland.

American citizens on their own are preparing to act to save their families and communities. Our federal elected representatives are out of line in saying they may get around to the border problem issue sometime next year.

In making those kind of statements in the national media our elected p******** and Congress members are saying to Americans, their lives do not matter; it's not worthy of their precious time for what they really want to do while in office.

Our federal government's do-nothing policy toward illegal immigrants and drug gangs is destroying the fabric of our nation, America. All Americans watched as p******** Obama and Congress worked behind closed doors for months on the health care bill. Congress members were told they could not go home until, as Obama said, "get it done". Now, with a national issue where American citizens are being killed in our homeland, they turn their backs on us.

The last I knew, this is still our country. We have a "law" that says if you're here in the U.S. illegally you will be arrested. Forget racial profiling, forget political correctness, enforce the law! Case closed.

Enact and enforce a law requiring illegal immigrants to spend a mandatory first time three years in prison at hard labor within communities; therefore lessening the cost on American tax payers for having to deal with them in the first place.

Order the National Guard to the Mexican border with orders "shoot to kill" anyone crossing our border illegally that fails to halt after being ordered in Mexican and English language. That policy will eliminate drug trafficking and illegal's from crossing our border regardless of their race.

The vast majority of illegal immigrants coming into America today are going straight to our cities and urban areas taking jobs away from American tax payers and our nation's youth coming into the job markets. American tax payers are paying for millions of illegal immigrants health care plus their own. With the present federal government, "Free Trade Policy" Americans are waking up to the reality that millions of jobs have been sent overseas and are never coming back, there is no job safety net left for our citizens.

Native American reservations along the Mexican border are under siege by illegal immigrants and drug traffickers. The federal government has basically left Indian tribes to fend for themselves against illegal immigrants and drug gangs terrorizing their citizens day and night.

Time is quickly running out for our federally elected representatives to take the necessary actions needed to stop illegal immigrants from pouring into our nation. p******** Obama and Congress may want to govern as p******** Lincoln did during the Civil War and that was to save the Union at all cost. This time next year the body count of Americans killed by illegal aliens and drug gangs and all that comes under that heading, will be staggering. The American people are united when it comes to the illegal alien issue, it's time for our federal government to listen and start carrying out wishes of the people. "For the People, by the People"

Mike Graham, Founder United Native America

I reckon Obama is in favour of illegal immigrants because they're the only ones who'll vote for him at the next election

That's why he keeps the Border Patrol purposely under-staffed, under-funded, and under-equipped.
I wouldnt like to live in Arizona for instance.

I CONFESS Obama is in favour of illegal immigrants because they're the only ones who'll vote for him at the next election
That's why he keeps the Border Patrol purposely under-staffed, under-funded, and under-equipped.

If you cross the North Korean border illegally you get 12 years hard
labor.
If you cross the Iranian border illegally you are detained indefinitely.
If you cross the Afghan border illegally, you get shot.
If you cross the Saudi Arabian border illegally you will be jailed.
If you cross the Chinese border illegally you may never be heard from
again.
If you cross the Venezuelan border illegally you will be branded a spy
and your fate will be sealed.
If you cross the Mexican borders illegally you will be jailed for one year, or never be heard from again.
If you cross the Cuban border illegally you will be thrown into political
prison to rot.

If you cross the United States border illegally you get:
1 - A job
2 - A driver's license
3 - A Social Security card
4 - Welfare
5 - Food stamps
6 - Credit cards
7 - Subsidized rent or a loan to buy a house
8 - Free education
9 - Free health care
10 - A lobbyist in Washington
11 - Billions of dollars in public documents printed in your language
12 - Millions of servicemen and women who are willing to - and do - die
for your right to the ways and means of our constitution
13 - And the right to carry the flag of your country - the one you walked
out on - while you call America racist and protest that you don't get
enough respect.
IF YOU AGREE, COPY AND RE-POST THIS....let us American Citizens all REPOST THIS WHO AGREE. Let us make this flow !!

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This site is becoming like the Mexican/American border, but instead of the dirty border jumping wetbacks that are infesting the US, this site is being plagued by fucking queers and heroes. Why don't all you fudgepackers go find a bathroom in a park, and all you fucking hypocrites that spend your days looking for underage girls to wank off to before you report it, look for a better church, and end this whole we're here we're queer and holier than thou epidemic before you ruin this site.

What IF 20 Million Illegal Aliens Went Home
By the way, if you or your family members came to America legally, Welcome - - - we're glad you're here and that it was done by the Rule of Law. Thank you for respecting our borders.

What if 20 Million Illegal Aliens Vacated America ? ( note: ILLEGAL - here without papers)
I, Tina Griego, journalist for the Denver Rocky Mountain News wrote a column titled, 'Mexican Visitor's Lament' -- 10/25/07.

I interviewed Mexican journalist Evangelina Hernandez while visiting Denver last week. Hernandez said, 'They (illegal aliens) pay rent, buy groceries, buy clothes...What Happens to your country's economy if 20 million people go away?' Hummm, I thought, what would happen, so I did my due diligence, buried my nose as a reporter into the FACTS I found below.
[Did you notice Evangelina said "your" country?]

It's a good question - it deserves an honest answer. Over 80% of Americans demand secured borders and illegal migration stopped. But what would happen if all 20 million or more vacated America ?

The answers I found may surprise you!

In California, if 3.5 million illegal aliens moved back to Mexico, it would leave an extra $10.2 billion to spend on overloaded school systems, bankrupt hospitals and overrun prisons. It would leave highways cleaner, safer and less congested. Everyone could understand one another as English became the dominant language again.

In Colorado, 500,000 illegal immigrants, plus their 300,000 kids and grand-kids - would move back 'home', mostly to Mexico. That would save Coloradans an estimated $2 billion (other experts say $7 billion) annually in taxes that pay for schooling, medical, social-services and incarceration costs.

It means 12,000 gang members would vanish out of Denver alone.

Colorado would save more than $20 million in prison costs, and the terror that those 7,300 alien criminals set upon local citizens. Denver Officer Don Young and hundreds of Colorado victims would not have suffered death, accidents, rapes and other crimes by illegals.

Denver Public Schools would not suffer a 67 percent drop-out/flunk-out rate because of thousands of illegal alien students speaking 41 different languages. At least 200,000 vehicles would vanish from our gridlocked cities in Colorado. Denver's 9% unemployment rate would vanish as our working poor would gain jobs at a living wage.

In Florida, 1.5 million illegals would return the Sunshine State to America, the rule of law, and English.

In Chicago, Illinois, 2.1 million illegals would free up hospitals, schools, prisons and highways for a safer, cleaner and more crime-free experience.

If 20 million illegal aliens returned 'home' --

If 20 million illegal aliens returned 'home', the U.S. Economy would return to the rule of law. Employers would hire legal American citizens at a living wage. Everyone would pay their fair share of taxes because they wouldn't be working off the books. That would result in an additional $401 Billion in IRS income taxes collected annually, and an equal amount for local, state and city coffers.

No more push '1' for Spanish or '2' for English. No more confusion in American schools that now must contend with over 100 languages that degrade the educational system for American kids. Our over-crowded schools would lose more than two million illegal alien kids at a cost of billions in ESL and free breakfasts and lunches.

We would lose 500,000 illegal criminal alien inmates at a cost of more than $1.6 billion annually. That includes 15,000 MS-13 gang members who distribute $130 billion in drugs annually would vacate our country.

In cities like L.A., 20,000 members of the '18th Street Gang' would vanish from our nation. No more Mexican forgery gangs for ID theft from Americans! No more foreign rapists and child molesters!

Losing more than 20 million people would clear up our crowded highways and gridlock. Cleaner air and less drinking and driving American deaths by illegal aliens!

America's economy is drained. Taxpayers are harmed. Employers get rich. Over $80 billion annually wouldn't return to the aliens' home countries by cash transfers. Illegal migrants earned half that money untaxed, which further drains America's economy - while we currently suffer an $8.7 trillion debt.

At least 400,000 anchor babies would not be born in our country, costing us $109 billion per year per cycle. At least 86 hospitals in California, Georgia, Texas and Florida would still be operating instead of being bankrupt, out of existence, because illegals pay nothing via the EMTOLA Act.

Americans wouldn't suffer thousands of TB and hepatitis cases rampant in our country - brought in by illegals unscreened at our borders.

With 20 million less people it would also put the 'progressives' on the horns of a dilemma; illegal aliens and their families cause 11 percent of our greenhouse gases.

Over one million of Mexico's poorest citizens now live inside and along our border from Brownsville, Texas to San Diego, California in what the New York Times called, 'colonias' or new neighborhoods. Trouble is, those living areas resemble Bombay and Calcutta where there is a grinding poverty, filth, diseases, drugs, crimes, lack of sanitation and worse. They live without sewage, clean water, paved streets, electricity, or any kind of sanitation.

The New York Times reported them to be America's new 'Third World ' inside our own country. Within 20 years, at their current growth rate, they expect 20 million residents of those colonias.

(I've seen them personally in Texas and Arizona; it's sickening beyond anything you can imagine.)

By enforcing our laws, we could repatriate them back to Mexico. We should invite 20 million aliens to go home, fix their own countries and/or make a better life in Mexico. We already invite a million people into our country legally more than all other countries combined annually. We cannot and must not allow anarchy at our borders, more anarchy within our borders and growing lawlessness at every level in our nation. It's time to stand up for our country, our culture, our civilization and our way of life. It is time to vote out the politicians who think otherwise!

Now, here are some interesting Statistics!

Here are 14 reasons illegal aliens should vacate America, and I hope they are forwarded over and over again until they are read so many times that the reader gets sick of reading them:

1) $14 billion to $22 billion dollars are spent each year on welfare to illegal aliens. ( that's Billion with a 'B' )

2) $2.2 billion dollars are spent each year on food assistance programs such as food stamps, WIC, and free school lunches for illegal aliens.

3) $7.5 billion dollars are spent each year on Medicaid for illegal aliens.

4) $12 billion dollars are spent each year on primary and secondary school education for children here illegally and they still cannot speak any English!

5) $27 billion dollars are spent each year for education for the American-born children of illegal aliens, known as anchor babies.

6) $3 Million Dollars 'PER DAY' is spent to incarcerate illegal aliens. That's $1.2 Billion a year.

7) If we go with 20 million illegals compared to there being 300 million Americans, they make up less than 7% of the people within our borders. But, 28% percent of all federal prison inmates are illegal aliens.

8) $190 billion dollars are spent each year on illegal aliens for welfare & social services by the American taxpayers.
9) $200 billion dollars per year in suppressed American wages are caused by the illegal aliens.

10) The illegal aliens in the United States have a crime rate that's two and a half times that of white non-illegal aliens. In particular, their children are going to make a huge additional crime problem in the US.

11) During 2005, there were 8 to 10 MILLION illegal aliens that crossed our southern border with as many as 19,500 illegal aliens from other terrorist countries. Over 10,000 of those were middle-eastern terrorists. Millions of pounds of drugs, cocaine, meth, heroine, crack, Guns, and marijuana crossed into the U.S. from the southern border.

12) The National Policy Institute, estimates that the total cost of mass deportation would be between $206 and $230 billion, or an average cost of between $41 and $46 billion annually over a five year period.

13) In 2006, illegal aliens sent home $65 BILLION in remittances back to their countries of origin, to their families & friends.

14) Another dark side of illegal immigration: Nearly one million sex crimes are committed by illegal immigrants in the United States!

Total cost: A whopping $538.3 BILLION DOLLARS A YEAR!!!

If this doesn't bother you, then just delete the message, don't register and don't vote. Otherwise, forward this to everyone you know!

Why,if there is a war on terror,
do we have Wide Open Borders ?

usa troops shd be protecting the border to mexico ,bring them home,they are only there to make money for multi business corporations,some of them run by non americans who have too much say in american politics

FEDS OUT

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Our wilderness, national wildlife refuges, monuments and other federal lands along the Arizona border are being destroyed by illegal immigrants and drug smugglers. They are dumping TONS of trash, destroying vegetation and doing damage beyond comprehension to our wilderness, wildlife refuges, monuments and other federal and state owned land. We must secure our borders and get law enforcement in these areas to protect our natural resources. If this continues, these areas may never recover from the damage.

I admit I am ashamed that the leader of out great Country is a pussy. He bows to other leaders like a whooped wet dog. His wife is no better and thinks the general population is to ignorant to even know how to eat properly.
Well, maybe she is right, the Country is full of people that sneak across the borders and never will be American. If they want to eat bear bile, cats or monkey brains let them, but dont tell Dennys or other restaurant how much food I am allowed to eat or how much salt I can put on it.
I know this Country needs a leader with some big balls to run it...but the Republicans gave us McCain?? Are you serious? And you wonder why a commie was elected.
So yeah....hows that change working out guys?

I think that all western countries should refuse entry to any immigrants unless they agree to voluntary sterilisation.

If this had been law decades ago our countries would not be full of scrounging cunts from Africa and the Middle East.

With all these uprisings in North Africa things are going to get even worse,Italy is already being inundated with boat loads of sandniggers from Tunisia.
The western governments had better get thier act together before the flood gates open and these cunts start pouring over the borders to claim benefits and welfare.

Once these leeching bastards get a foothold and start breeding we will all be fucked in a couple of generations.

http://www.borderlandbeat.com/2010/12/two-men-brutally-dismembered-in.html

For those of you that want to really see what goes on at the Mexican USA border.
Libs and open border advocates are encouraged to visit this site.

I think the real problem with this country is that were not violent enough. Seriously we've been turned into a jackass who likes to carry a big stick but won't use it.

1) Gang violence, the cops need to start killing more of them. Give the cops more accurate guns and better training. So when some gang members shoot at them, the cops can shoot to kill. If some gang kills a cop, then cops quietly removes the gang from the picture. If someone shoots at a cop, the cops should drop the fucker for good. This will save us tons of money, less court cases, and less assholes in jail.

2) The US/Mexico boarder. Ok you know what it isn't that hard to get legalized, so I have no sympathy for illegal immigrants, ans that's all of them not just the Mexicans. I say clear and flatten the area along the boarder for a good mile, so anything moving can be seen. Then shoot anything moving on sight. Also there are numerous tunnels dug under the border used to smuggle people and drugs. These would easily be found with modified radar. I say send a crew out to find them, when they do, drill a hole and drop in some explosives. Do this every couple months.

3) Bring back Black Ops. The military is now run by politicians, and that's a problem. We should have taken care of Saddam back in the first war. Send in a couple well train guys, and cause an accident in one of the nuclear sites. Same with N. Korea, when the crazy ass p******** of theirs visits the Nuke refinement facility, there is an accident. The evil dictator and his weapons factory are all gone. If we want to get rid of a Dictator, send a sniper to simply shoot him in the head. Then when his replacement gets out of line, shoot him in the head. and keep on shooting them in the head, until they learn the lesson or someone decent gets into power.

4) String up the pirates. Those fucking Somalian pirates. Take a que from the Russians, the pirates captured a Russian ship, so the Russians send a battle ship and took the ship back. Guess what not a single pirate made it back to shore alive. And I'm pretty sure no more Russian ships been messed with. If the bloody Pirates want to fuck with us, then lets play. Send out ships that look tempting, but have heavily armed soldiers. When the Pirates try to board, kill them all, and take their shit. Rinse and Repeat. This goes for any pirates really.

5) Get our dick out of everyone's business. Come on, you know part of the reason we're so far in debt, it's because the US military is pretty much the UN forces. Last I heard we foot the majority of the bill for any UN military action. I hate to say it, but let everyone else worry about their own problems. The US has all the major problems of a 3rd world country. People are starving in our country, and we are shipping food out, and the government is paying farmers not to grow food. Be buy our oil from the Middle East, from people who don't like us that much. While at the same time, we are selling our Oil to other countries. We have a huge stock pile of oil beneath us, enough to last beyond our grandchildrens lifetimes, yet we let it sit there. We can get oil with just about zero pollution, barring major accidents. Minimal impact on the land yet we don't. Foreign countries can drill for oil off our coast line closer then our own companies. Enormous new oil fields were found off the coasts of South America and Africa, possible a single field that stretches the ocean, and the US is the only country currently with the technology to drill for it. Oil seeps into the ocean normally, some reports actually claim it exceeds what was leaked from the Gulf of Mexico spill last year. If we drilled our own oil and stopped buying it from the Arab nations, hell we could even sell some our selves. Gas prices would drop drastically and the economy would improve. But it's not big oil that's the problem it's the government. The federal government taxes gas sales. The higher the cost of gas the more they get in taxes, so it's in their best interest to keep them high.

Ok I'm too tired to think or rant anymore. so begin your insults.

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Ok, let me get this straight, the US Government spends billions of dollars on the war on drugs. They put people in jail just for having a seed or a bong and that costs even more money. But yet they refuse to close the borders so that tons and tons of drugs and illegal aliens can come and go almost at will. Billions and billions of dollars are sent south of the border and yet they cry that the USA is broke.
So I ask you, who is the war on drugs on? The citizens of the USA seem to be the one main target of this stupid war.
I dont smoke weed, but I dont care if you do or dont. But I want the Gov to either close the borders and do the job of protecting us citizens or make the shit legal and make some money off of it, instaid of letting some punk ass Mexican killers get rich.

This morning, none of the thumbnails are visible in any of the galleries or groups. All that's visible is dark squares with red borders. Mother is complete useless. This is the case on both Mac (Firefox and Safari) and PC (Firefox and IE). This is the case about 25% of the time. About 25% of the time the site works well. The other 50% of the time utility is somewhere between those two poles.

This morning, none of the thumbnails are visible in any of the galleries or groups. All that's visible is dark squares with red borders. Mother is complete useless. This is the case on both Mac (Firefox and Safari) and PC (Firefox and IE). This is the case about 25% of the time. About 25% of the time the site works well. The other 50% of the time utility is somewhere between those two poles.

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