Several years ago I had a toxic gf who introduced me to the world of paying for sex after we paid to have a girl rub me off in a massage parlour while we were getting massaged beside each other. After that relationship I spiralled from hand jobs into full on sex with random girls online as well as escorts etc. I had some incredible sex and loved the variety of women I got to see and fuck. I got into such a rut of meeting escorts and masseuses that when I met my now wife I carried on fucking others behind her back, even after we got engaged. Me and her would talk such filth (long distance) that I was horny 24/7 so it made me hornier and go fuck girls more. We then got married months later and unfortunately, one small miss on my part meant she discovered my secret life on my phone 3 days after we got married. She even spoke to oke of the prossies. Despite this, she stayed with me, not sure why or how. I tried counselling and other things but I couldn't get enough of the variety and spontaneity of seeing and touching various girls. I denied myself sex with more but continued with happy ending and body to body massages even after marriage. One day I went for what I thought was a massage and ended up fucking the masseuse as she got horny after seeing how "handsome" I was. Ended up fucking my wife only 2 hours later. I felt like such a cunt but the joy of multiple women still plays on my mind too much. I still meet random girls but not for sex, maybe a hj or bj at most but still go for happy ending massages. Do I need help? I'm a real perv. I would fuck my wife's sisters at the drop of a hat if I could but she knows I'm a horny pervert and doesn't like me talking to them. I also don't want to ruin the marriage because she is a really a good girl. Am I a real cunt? Any advice or thoughts?

I'm a married woman who loves cheating ;) I started about six months ago and I've had four different guys do me without my husband knowing. My yoga teacher fucks me about every week, I've had two spontaneous dates and a colleague fucked me in his car after work :)

I love how exciting it is, the attention from other guys and turning them on...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I confess that I get off to anything that shocks me. Motherless helps with ita little but it's almost like an addiction, I need it and everything else seems too ordinary and plain.

In real life I'm fairly normal... except when the sudden urge to do something spontaneous and shocking takes over, and suddenly I'm seeing a prostitute, cumming in my female friend's shampoo in the washroom, finding videos of my parents fucking in their private collection and masturbating to it, or even getting sucked off at an adult bookstore while watching gay porn. None of it really appeals to me but the shock value that I'm doing it is intense. I once paid for humiliating dominatrix phone/cam sex because half the time my brain was getting off to the thought of "I can't believe I'm doing this" and "what the fuck am I doing?". I'm starting to think that I can't control this compulsion although another part of me doesn't want to.

I'm guessing I'm not the only one on Motherless who gets off to shocking things though. But I'm thinking I have a pretty bad case.

Hallo,

suche eine spontane, offene Frau, eventuell Paar für FKK Party und mehr am kommenden Sonnabend im Raum Hannover. Gerne mit zwei- und vierbeinigen Anhang.

Freue mich auf eure Post, gerne auch an meine E-Mail Adresse. Sie lautet: [email protected]

Bis bald
geile Grüße
Michael

Hallo,

suche für eine Party heute Abend im Raum Hannover eine spontane, offene Sie -eventuell Paar- die auch mehr als Blümchensex mag

Freue mich auf dich/euch
LG
MIchael

Forbidden Desires (1)
Having recently moved back home from college – it’s just me and Mom, Dad died a few years ago – something happened last month; strange and yet so thrilling. I was in the kitchen, scrolling on the phone. Mom was there too, peeling potatoes at the sink. I looked up, in her direction and my spontaneous erection nearly pushed the table up. She was wearing her black leather leggings while also smoking. Dangling it from her mouth. This surprising combination was mesmerising. Almost hypnotic. The way she would take a drag and the smoke would soar from her nose. I had never noticed this before. Sometimes she would take 2 but in-between smoke would exhale from her nose. It was so erotic. I don’t even smoke myself. But it was the way looked while also wearing those sexy leggings. I had never felt this way before. I couldn’t help but look, leer like a pervert. Something came over me, I couldn’t explain. The more I watched the harder I got. Eventually, I had to leave the room. I was basically tripping over myself climbing the stairs, trying to adjust myself. Before I knew it I found myself in her bedroom. In my forbidden frenzy I started to masturbate, thinking of Mommy. I had never cum like this before. A surge build deep from inside and erupted like a hose. Ejaculating all over Mommy’s bed. When I came to, I saw all my seamen covering the quilt. Quickly I tried to rub it in. I got scared and worried she would see it. I washed my face and hands. I had to leave the house straightaway. Try to figure out what was going on…

Hey all i'm a single and from the US and i needed some help thought this would be the right kinda site for this request i had a rape fantasy it could be a regular thing even if its fun and spontaneous enough but i don't really know what kinda site to go to or even if this is good for it anyone help ?

if you want more info just PM me

Nothing spectacular. Fucked my wife's brains out tonight.

She texted me at work around 1PM, telling me that she, in cryptic speak, wanted to fuck me as soon as I got home. She had just gotten home from school where's she's a middle-aged college student. Perhaps some dudes on campus made her horny, not sure. But I really don't care, all I knew is that I was getting some as soon as I got back from work.

Work is busy, so I was focused on the tasks on hand. However, I would occasionally think about the fact that I was getting some pussy as soon as I got home. At times, it motivated me to get done sooner. I'm on salary, so I don't go home until the work is done.

I tried to finish by 4:30, but didn't finish until 4:45. No biggie, still early. I got into the car, texted her that I was on my way home, and 15 minutes later, I pulled into the garage.

She was doing homework when I walked in. We talked for a few minutes, I took my work clothes off, and I followed her to the computer desk where she was tending to her research. I grabbed my dick and looked her in the eye. "You wanna do this now or later?"

She paused, turned her chair, smiled, and said in the most innocent voice, "I wanna do it now."

No further words spoken. I went to the bedroom, got naked and waited for her while she freshened up in the bathroom. When she came into the bedroom, she didn't speak a word; she simply began to lick my balls and suck my dick. It didn't take long until I was rock hard. At the age of 42, I still get horny at the crack of dawn.

She asked if I was ready. I told her I was. She then laid back on the bed while I put a little lube on the tip of my dick. She then spread her legs for me. I saw the tuft of hair above her clit and briefly admired the bare, shaved pussy I was about to fuck.

I put the tip up against her lips and quickly found the hole. I slowly went in and out while alternating rubbing the tip of my dick up her pussy and on her clit. I was getting even more aroused while she started getting more excited.

I then, without warning, shoved my entire 7 thick inches into her pussy, balls deep. She briefly yelped in pain, but I held still and allowed her pussy to quickly adjust to the size of my hard, throbbing cock. After about 15 seconds, I began to slowly go in and out of her, slowly fucking her and beginning to get into the groove.

As I sped up, she began to get into it. Five minutes later, she whispered in my ear, "You can start pounding me now." She loves it when I pound the shit out of her, so I started going to town. I ensured to try to hit her G-spot from the right angle while bouncing my pelvis off of her clit. Pussy feel soooo gooood, so I had to alternate between pounding and grinding, just to keep from cumming so quickly.

We alternated missionary positions, to include putting her calves on my shoulders, which is one of our favorites. The position squeezes her pussy tighter while pushing blood towards the area, stimulating her pussy even more. I could see the red flushness of her pussy while I was fucking it, and she began to go crazy. I made even more effort to angle my dick upward in an attempt to ram her G-spot, which seemed to work as always.

"You want me to turn over?" Doggy style is the death of me, I don't last more than 5 minutes from that position. But we had already been at it for about 15 minutes, so I was ready to nut.

I was a bit aware of the fact that our bedroom window was not covered. We just moved into the house and a couple of neighbors could, if they wanted, peak into our bedroom window and see what was going on. Although it was a bit concerning, considering those two neighbors are in their 60s and 70s, and they are actually really down to earth, I just said, "Fuck It." I grabbed my wife by the hips, found her hole, slipped my dick in, and started fucking her brains out.

Once again, I alternated between slow and fast, wanting to last as long as I can. I'm one of those that gets off on getting my wife off. Call it machismo, I don't care. But I want the woman to enjoy the sex as much as I do. Fortunately for me though, she gets off quick, and also gets sore quick. I know that she's gotten off and is beginning to get sore when she asks me, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." I tell her. So I grabbed onto her hips and went to town. My dick was enjoying the warmness and smoothness of her tight pussy. It began to feel better and better, sending an increasing wave of ecstasy through my entire body. Without saying a word, I held my hips still while she moved back and forth, working my cock until I began to come deep into her pussy.

I came and loved every second of it, moaning and even bucking a little. But she had a bit more left in her. She kept going, telling me to "Fuck me deep." Even after the orgasm, the complete release, I still wanted to please her as much as possible. So I fucked her, and kept fucking that pussy for another 5 minutes. As soon as I knew she was done, I pulled out. She knew I was done, so she laid on her stomach, panting and enjoying the post-sex ecstatic feeling. I leaned over and kissed her. We exchanged, "I love you."

We put down a towel to catch the mess, and I could see my cum dripping from her pussy, onto the towel.

I squeezed the residual cum out of my dick onto the towel, wiped myself on the towel, and hopped into the shower for a quick wash. She did the same after I was done.

For those who think that sex is over after marriage, well, I guess it depends who you're married to and what your expectations are. We keep it exciting by introducing spontaneity, fantasy, and experimentation. Today was spontaneity, but next week she may surprise me with a nurse's outfit, taking care of me while I'm sick to only unbutton the nurse's uniform and ride my hard cock.

I went to a popular rest stop this morning. Sitting at a picnic table near a tree was this big, black trucker eating a sandwich.

I went in to use the toilets and couldn't keep thinking about how sexy he looked. It was soooo tempting to ask if he'd fuck me. The thought just wouldn't go away.

Never, ever have I done something so bold and daring. Not only that, I knew that he could just as easily beat the shit out of me if he wasn't interested. But I threw all caution to the wind.

As soon as I came out of the toilets, I walked up to him and said, "I've always wanted to feel a big, black cock in my ass." He practically choked on his sandwich as he turned to look at me. I thought for sure he was going to cuss me out or come at me with his fists.

But to my utter surprise and delight, he replied, "And I've been thinking how good it would feel to fuck some white boy ass." And with that, he wrapped up the rest of his meal and led me to his truck.

This was the first time I'd ever been in the back of a semi cab. It was amazingly "spacious" for such a tiny space.

That man fucked my ass HARD! He came inside me and spilled so much seed it dribbled down my legs.

I've never done anything so spontaneous in all my life. He didn't even use a condom and I regret that part. I will be checking myself for AIDS and STDs soon. But at the moment, I'm glowing from my own orgasm and I am thinking that the experience was so worth it.

He told me when he usually comes through this way. I am definitely thinking of meeting him again.

Part 16: [rest of the story on my profile :) ]

This is about Haley again (look at part 13 if you dont remember). At her 26th birthday I fucked her. At that point Anna was already pregnant with her second kid (guess who the father is ;) ).

A week after Haleys birthday we had a date. We went swimming in a lake. You had to pay for swimming there, but in turn, there were changing cabins. We changed in different cabins, I just put on simple trunks. Haley changed into a swimsuit. I usually prefer bikinis, but her swimsuit was so tight fitting, it was sexier than any bikini could have been. We were shy around each other, like teenagers on a first date. I complimented her on her looks and she blushed. Then I took her hand. She hesitated for a split second, but then smiled.
Me:"It feels right."
H:"yes."
We chose a place to put our blanket down, then directly went swimming. It was a hot summer day, so a lot of people were at the lake, especially on the lakefront. So we decided to swim to the middle of the lake. When we got there we started making out. Wasnt so easy since we had to stay afloat. We failed and laughed alot, but some kisses landed where they belonged. Eventually, we swam back. We stayed in the water for a while longer. We had brought some picnic stuff, some bread, cheese, grapes. We ate some, then Haley laid on her back. I started feeding her grapes, then started throwing them so she had to catch them with her mouth. Afterwards we went swimming once again, before we decided to leave. I pulled Haley into a "Family" cabin. I hugged her from behind and slit my fingers between her legs. She moaned softly, so I put a hand on her mouth. When my fingers went into her pussy, it was already wet. And no, not from water. She bent over and I dropped my trunks. I pushed her suit bottoms aside and slit my dick right in her wet hole. I went in so fast, a muffled moan escaped her throat. I pulled out a little to ease the tension, but she immediately pushed her hips back and herself onto my dick. In a few moments we were fucking hard. We made sure not to make any noises or shake the walls. Her pussy gushed after just a few minutes. She signaled me to stop and went down on her knees. Her lips and mouth felt warm against my dick. She sucked me off like she needed my cum to survive. I came after just a few seconds. She swallowed every bit of cum.

We got dressed and went to a restaurant. The food was great, Haley looked amazing in her yellow low cut top and shorts. Afterwards we went back to the lake, but at a spot where you cant swim. As we watched the sun went down, I spontaneously asked Haley:"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"
She looked surprised. Then she cuddled closer towards me and said "yes." We stood there for a minute longer, just enjoying each others company. After the sun went down, we went home (to my house). When we arrived, Haley pushed me into the bed room, on the bed and stripped me. She climbed on me and fucked me so fast that afterwards my dick was red and even a little burned. Her moans got so loud, I was affraid the neighbors might hear her. My cum filled her pussy soon after.

Anna was happy for the both of us. She said she wouldnt trust anyone else with her sister. O/C I still had sex with Anna. And it was even better because she knew I fucked her sister, maybe just a few hours before. Anna and Jim wanted to move for the new kid. To have more space and more rooms. They did find a house, which was way too big for just one family (and also hardly affordable for just one family). So Haley and I decided to move in with them. It was the perfect solution for me and Anna. And also for the kids. So after just 12 months of relationship, Haley and I moved into a house together. And after just 2 weeks of living there, we decided that we had to fill the house....

End of Part 16

As it stands right now,,we hope to plan something for the month of June and/or July, either at Laura's, CVE, or Annabelle's in North Carolina . Let us know more about those theaters and bookstores around these areas. Are there gloryholes, are couples allow to set in any area or do they have to set in a couples area within the theaters? Is it dark enough to have some kind of privacy and is there areas that better allow for "SAFETY"? Please stay in touch. We'll keep you informed as to a date and time.

We (couple) have plans to go experience a theater and/or Adult Bookstore video booth GH in the near future. But, need to know a little more information about theaters and/or adult bookstore with GHs booth in the North Carolina area. Preferably some where between Gastonia and Charlton.
1. Which place is the most couple, female friendly??
Hours of operation?
Cost?
2. What kind of atmosphere can we expect to see?
Is it clean?
Is there seating in the booths? Is it comfortable seats?
Is it a friendly place, both ownership, management, and
clientele?
3. Is there a theater, video booths, both single and group?
Do they have glory holes?
4. When is the best day, time to see the most clientele
there?
5. Are there other couples, females, straight males there?
6. Has it ever been busted by the law? If so, how often?
This and other questions will needed to be answer "IF" there is
enough interest within this group, as well as, activity. !

The reason for asking all these questions at once, is to know and understand the type of business we'd be walking into and what to expect. We prefer to travel out of state for discretionary reasons. Having as much information about a adult theater and/or bookstore would help save on gas and/or wasted time.
The number one priority is the comfort of the seating. Due to lower back problems. Hardwood, plastic, or metal seating would be out of the question.
Knowing the type of regular clientele to expect, is helpful as well. We prefer that if and when anything happens (sexually) we can expect a little control. We couldn't handle anything like a rough gang-bang. We prefer a one or maybe two at any one time.
Knowing first hand if the business is under the watchful eye of the law is a must. We can't think of anything worst to ruin a evening. LOL

The reason we enjoy theater and gloryhole, is the real spontaneous meetings. If you old-set up your meetings,,what's the point? Your looking at the newest form of swinging. Maybe not new to a few, but it's growing in popularity. It's spontaneous, cheap, doesn't require an invite and you don't have to be part of a little inter circle that seems to be the norm at clubs which requires you to attend on a regular bases. These economical times, don't always leave us with the ability to old-plan. WE STILL STRESS THE USE OF CONDOMS WHEN ENGAGING IN SEX AT THESE ESTABLISHMENTS!

Information may get you a personal invite.

Since we have been together my girlfriend has turned into a bit of an exhibitionist. She has flashed her beautiful tits dozens of times. Quite often it was me exposing them but she always let me. She enjoyed it. Usually it was spontaneous but sometimes it was planned out. Similar to some videos clips from Frivolous dress order.
She also enjoyed sex in public. She especially loves sucking cock in public. Sometimes we would just go for a drive so she could give me a blowjob while I was driving. We got caught doing this several times and on more than one occasion a passer by would stop to watch. It seemed to turn her on.
But she was always hesitant about flashing her ass or pussy. It was rare. The odd time when we were out for drinks she would position herself so that a guy could see under her skirt and get a quick view of her panties. But never actually flashing her pussy. I tried convincing her a couple times, She would think about it and then blush but would say no. And then finally she decided to do it.
It was a Saturday afternoon. We were meeting some people at a pub to watch our local football team play. Some were friends, other were aquaintances or you could call them friends of friends.
Of course we were wearing clothing that supported our team. My girlfriend was wearing a low cut black shirt that had our team logo and a black skirt.
We met everyone at the pub. There was 4 couples and 2 guys that were single. We couldn't all sit at on table so we grabbed 2 tables that were beside each other. One table was a short table that had regular chairs. The other table was a higher table so bar stools were required for that table.
The women decided that they would all sit at one table since they really weren't that interested in the game and the guys could sit at the other table and enjoy the game together. The women chose the higher table.
The girls sat with 2 on each side of the table. The guys sat with 2 on each side and 1 on each end. The pub had tvs everywhere so everyone had a good view of the game. I was sitting beside one of the single guys. We were positioned so that the tv we were watching was right above my girlfriends table.
As the game went on I noticed that the guy beside me kept on leaning towards me. It was getting annoying. I even asked him what the hell he was doing. He just gave me a startled look and said he wasn't doing anything. He kept doing it. Then I noticed that he was trying to look up the skirts of 2 women at the table. One was my girlfriend. The other was a very cute blonde girl. We were the only 2 guys at the table that had that view.
My girlfriend had her legs in a position so that we couldn't see up her skirt. But you could see up the other girls skirt a bit. She was wearing some sexy turquoise panties. My girlfriend didn't notice the guy trying to look up their skirts but Im pretty sure the blonde girl noticed him staring. She looked at him and changed her position so he could no longer see. But he continued trying to look up their skirts.
A few minutes pass and I decide to get up and go to the bar to get another drink. I ask my girlfriend to join me. While we are waiting for our drinks I tell that the guy beside me is trying to look up her skirt. She just laughed. I told her that she should let him have a little peek. She said maybe.
We went back to our respective tables and watched the game. A short time later my girlfriend positioned her legs so that the I and the guy next to me could see under her skirt. At first she had her legs fairly close together so you couldn't see anything, just a shadow. But she slowly opened legs and her white panties became visible. He just kept staring at her crotch. I was trying not to stare but it was fucking hot.
Half time came and it was time for a bathroom break. I got up to go to the bathroom, my girlfriend did too. We talked while we were on our way to the bathroom. I told her that the guy sitting next to me liked the view of her panties. I told her I liked it too and thought it was hot. She didn't say anything. Just smiled. We then went to our respective bathrooms.
We went back to our separate tables as the 2nd half begun. All I was thinking about was my girlfriend showing her panties in public. I was wondering if she would continue the show in the 2nd half. We didn't discuss it when we talked at halftime. I was hoping the show would continue but I assumed she was done showing off.
As we watched the 2nd half the guy sitting next to me was again trying to look up my girlfriends skirt. I was trying to look myself but nothing. She had her legs completely closed and positioned so that we couldn't see anything. Quite a bit of time passed. The 3rd quarter was over in the game and it was heading to the final quarter. Nothing. I guess the show is over. It was fun while it lasted.
A couple minutes into the final quarter of the game my girlfriend re positions herself so that she is facing directly towards us. I was asking myself, are we going to get another show. But she had her legs closed tight together. We kept watching though and very slowly she started to open her legs. Still can only she a shadow though. She keeps slowly spreading her legs. But I don't see her white panties. I'm seeing her bare pussy. Not a full view, but you could see that she wasn't wearing panties. Im in total shock. She had removed her panties when she went to the bathroom. I had no idea she was going to do that. I got to admit, I liked it.
She kept spreading her legs a bit more until we got a full view of her soaking wet pussy. Omg this was so fucking hot. She sat there at the table watching the game with the other women with her left hand holding a drink and her right hand in her lap under the table. She lowered her right hand to her pussy. I thought to cover up. But then she started rubbing her pussy for us to watch. She would lift her glass with her left hand and take a sip of her drink while she was rubbing her pussy with her right hand.
The guy next to me couldn't stop staring. He was completely red faced. He was at a loss for words. This was too hot to handle. Thought I would explode in my pants.
The guy at the one end of the table to the left of me noticed he was red faced and said something. I didn't want the show to be ruined so I leaned over and whispered in his ear what was going on and told him not to say anything. He ended up sliding his chair over to our side of the table so he could see. His excuse for moving was that there was a glare on the tv so he had to change position.
Now 3 of us are watching her. The 3rd guy can't see her pussy though because her hand is over it. She just keeps watching the game and talking to the other women not even acknowledging that we are watching her. Occasionally rubbing her pussy for.
Then she does something very hot and unexpected. She moves her hand so that her pussy is visible again. She the holds her pussy lips wide open with her right thumb and index finger and holds that position for what seemed like an eternity. You could literally see her pussy dripping and throbbing.
Holy fuck I couldn't believe she did that for these guys. I've never been so horny in my life. Neither has she. As the game ends my girlfriend gets up and goes to the bathroom to clean her pussy soaked hand.
The 2 guys that watched both made comments. The one guy just said wow. The other guy looked at me with a smile and said great game.
We left the pub shortly after. Went out to her Suv. I told her that I couldn't wait until we got home. I wanted that pussy so badly. We got in the back seat and I licked and chewed on her pussy until she had an orgasm then I did it again and again. I loved the way she squirmed when I would continue to eat her pussy after she had an orgasm.
This was the first time she ever flashed her pussy and the hottes

Sometimes I hate being a hyper-sexual married parent. No more spontaneous sex, but planning sex is impossible. I just wish someone would want sex with me more than I crave it. It is honestly maddening. 

Confessions of a girl next door #2: One of the hottest experiences that has happened to me in my life so far, which is saying a lot because I've done quite a bit most girls won't do. This was right after I had learned how much flashing excites me, and was completely spontaneous as most of my slutty behavior was, so it makes the experience, and the memory, even hotter.

I was staying in a nice hotel for a family event with my mom, aunt and sister, and was really sexually pent up after having no privacy for a couple nights (was sharing a room with my sister). We spent this particular night drinking in the cheesy hotel bar. They were all drinking enough to get tipsy while I paced myself, usually a late night girl and looking forward to some sneaky porn time that night in the bathroom to finally get some release. The type of men at the bar was not the best, but I found myself looking at a random guy's crotch, wanting to talk to him enough to get into a dark corner and ask to feel his cock. When I go to long without cumming I get this way. Perverted enough to sit there and plot ways to get a stranger's hands on me.

All in all, I was trying to be good though. I was with family who think I am innocent, and didn't even have my own room so the possibilities were limited. I started drinking a bit more out of my sexual frustration and started to enjoy the night a little more just as they were ready to go up the rooms. I went with them, and we drank a bit more, I was getting fairly drunk at this point. It was not long before they were passed out, just my sister in the room with me.

I put music on, made another drink and started smoking on the balcony. I had that rush on being turned on and slipped inside to change into a skimpy nightie and then went back to the balcony. The hotel faced a fairly quiet street so chances were no one would see but the possibility turned me on. Enough that I stayed out there too long, drank way more than I should have and started to get ideas.

I made a post on a site, saying that I was flashing at a nice hotel in a certain city, and giving clues on which I was at. I said that if I guy found me I would put on a show. I got tons of responses and was playing coy with most til I happened upon a message from a guy with the same name as I guy I was then crushing on which caught my eye. And then when I saw the pic he had included, I was impressed with how nice his cock looked. He had guessed correctly where I was at, so I gave him more specific instructions and went back out, wearing the nightie, a cute lacy bra, and a pair of red lacy panties, and heels.

I was drinking more and fast to kill the nerves cause I get super shy, and was waiting to see a white car pull up. He did, and passed slowly as I pulled my top down low enough to see my bra completely, he drove by again and I was squeezing them, pinching my nipples. He ended up parking just below the window, close enough that I knew he could see everything but far enough that I couldn't see him at all through the dark car window. I faced him and smoked, letting my tits fall out more, bending over to show my panties.

Again, the rush that I get while doing this is like a drug. Especially when I pair it with heavy drinking, which like I say I need usually to kill the shyness. It makes me legs get all shaky and my breath short and makes me not think straight at all and just want to push things further.

I took my bra off for him and let my tits show completely. That feeling of their eyes on me while they check out my body is the hottest thing in the world.

After a bit I went in and checked email, and started talking back and forth with him, taking instructions on how to tease him, getting pics of his hand on his cock. I went back and forth from my email to the patio, talking to him and taking my clothes of for him outside for about 2 hours, as insane as that seems. He had gotten me to show my pussy, and slide something inside myself with a leg up so he could see (that made me really nervous but I was too drunk now to stop).

Eventually security rolled up on him, and I went in and watched from inside. He told them he was fighting with his gf on the phone and they were fine with it, but he pulled off anyways. We kept emailing and flirting and I was teasing hard, hinting that MAYBE i should go down to meet him, but having no intention of actually doing so. The pictures he was sending of his cock were enticing, but I was too scared something bad could happen, plus it was about 4-4:30 am at this point.

I'm not sure exactly how he pulled it off, but what I remember is that I was playing with my pussy in the bathroom, emailing him, he was sending pics, and then all the sudden he sent one of him downstairs, by the pool, telling me what he would do to me when I came down. I told him I couldn't and he told me I would. I'm not sure what actually got me to, but although I had no intention of doing so, I slipped a pair of shorts on under my slutty nightie and went downstairs to meet him by the pool bathroom, very drunk and in fuck me heels at 4 am.

I'll finish in a few, need to make myself cum and handle a couple responsibilities. I could never tell a friend this and need to get the rest out though, so will finish it soon. Just reliving the story is making my pussy wet and making me want him again, I should text him and get him to come by tonight...

I would like to write a more complete memoir of my nocturnal emissions, spontaneous ejaculations, wet dreams. They started so long ago, over fifty years ago, I have probably forgotten much about them. And there were later years when they were rare, so rare I assumed I no longer had them. But not tonight, tonight I'll just chronicle one recent experience;

A couple of weeks ago I had a dream, one I remember, one with an erotic nature. I don't often remember my dreams, and am old enough (mid 60s) that it is very, very rare that I have a wet dream. I was, for instance, visiting a relative for almost two months earlier this year, and did not visit sites such as this one during my whole stay, only masturbated once, yet had no erotic dreams any of the nearly fifty nights I was there?

The dream I had surprised me. Why, all of a sudden, did I wake in the night this way? I had a vision of a woman's hind parts raised in the air, with her vulva lips at my finger tips. I stroked them and they puffed and swoll. After a moment (hard to judge times in a dream) the woman was reclined, her vulva beckoning me. And that is where this dream offered an unexpected fantasy: a small tongue on the perineum that was actively beckoning me "come hither" with its wags. I approached my glans and enjoyed the contact. But then I awoke and did not climax, to my disappointment.

It was a very pleasant dream, and I hope I am not too old, as I had feared, to have others of the sort and more expressive. I'll continue, in the mean time, to stroke my penis and scrotum and perineum and thereabouts, occasionally to climax, occasionally watching videos or remembering videos of people masturbating themselves or others, nicely.

I am quite surprised that, being in my 50's and having been married for more than 25 years, I find my thoughts to be more perverse than ever! I think about sex constantly! Am I going through some kind of second puberty? I mean, I don't get the spontaneous erections that I used to get in my teens (thankfully), but my head is always in the game. I can't even look at a woman without finding something about her that I'd want to jizz all over. Maybe I watch too much porn? I visit this site daily to read the boards and maybe watch a couple of videos. Its not like I watch for hours a day. I don't know. My wife has always been available for sex. She never says no, but I feel like I need something more or different. This past summer I met a guy that wanted to trade blowjobs. I was into it, so we did that a couple of times. I'm not attracted to guys at all, but I sure did like sucking cock. Now I have thoughts of cock added to my fantasies, which is not something I have a history of thinking about. If didn't have loved ones to protect, and a career I can't risk losing, I would be out looking for pussy every day, and maybe even sucking a few cocks a week as well. What the fuck is going on with me???

Hiii – I’m Lia 😻

Because it makes me horny when it makes you horny

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I've been married for 5 years. My wife is very motherly, loving. The perfect mother. The one thing she lacks is a sex drive. Sex is missionary and maybe once or twice a month, and on occasions I get to pull her hair in doggy. She says it's degrading. I maybe get to cum on her once or twice a year. Usually on my birthday or on vacation. Cum is degrading for her. She sucks my dick for a few minutes at a time. My dick hurts her jaw. Cowgirl? Yea right in my dreams. Prone bone? Too painful. Anal? Better chance of winning the lottery two weeks in a row. I can't go too deep my dick hurts her. I can't go too fast it's uncomfortable. I can't try new positions, she questions why I want to try them or where I learned it from. I can't be spontaneous and try to fuck in the kitchen, the neighbors might hear or see. I can't grab her ass by our pool because 'people might be watching'. She doesn't like it when I go down on her. She doesn't want more than three fingers in her. For me, sex is just not enjoyable with her. Sometimes when I'm in the intimate, passionate mood it works. Other times I just want to unleash the beast and fuck like a wild animal. She doesn't understand that.

My ex gf (who I left for my wife) is still my fuck toy. We don't keep in touch except for maybe once or twice a year she'll reach out to me and I will destroy her. She is sexless looking for a husband and doesn't want to fuck around. I gave her good service in the past and she keeps coming back. I am sex starved in an otherwise great marriage.

It's just pure wild sweaty fucking. That once or twice a year I get to unleash my inner animal and fuck to my heart's content. The rougher I grab her and hold her down the louder she moans. The harder I thrust in her the harder she cums. She will swallow all the cum i put in her throat. She will lick my asshole after I've been sweating from fucking her for 30 minutes. She enjoys tears down her face when she's gagging on my cock and cum. The way her pussy tightens when she cums is unlike any other girl I've been with. She's a submissive little fucktoy who knows her position in the bedroom. We once fucked on omegle for anyone to watch it. We once fucked by the airport on the hood of her car. She once sucked me off while I got my coffee at the drive thru. Once I left her ass so red and bruised from fucking she complained I went too far. The next time I fucked her she wanted it to happen again.

Then I go off to my wife and have boring sex for another 6-12 months waiting for the next time I fuck my ex. She's basically saving my sex life.

Some might say I'm a bad guy. I just see it as sex therapy and never step out on my wife beside this. I know I won't find a better situation than right now.

I confess, in work last Friday I fucked one of my female work mates in the store room. The whole experience was totally spontaneous and never expected it to happen, but it did and I blew my load after a few seconds. now I have to go into work tomorrow and face her. Fucking dreading it like hell.

Life, the Universe & everything.

Quotes from Douglas Adams, one of the funniest guys that ever lived.

RIP 1952 - 2001.
So long, & thanks for all the books.

“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”

"A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools."

"Arthur hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realised there was a contradiction there and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.”

“Bypasses are devices that allow some people to dash from point A to point B very fast while other people dash from point B to point A very fast. People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people from point B are so keen to get there and what's so great about point B that so many people from point A are so keen to get there. They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.”

“For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.”

“God puts an apple tree in the middle of the Garden of Eden and says, do what you like guys, oh, but don't eat the apple. Surprise surprise, they eat it and he leaps out from behind a bush shouting "Gotcha." It wouldn't have made any difference if they hadn't eaten it... because if you're dealing with somebody who has the sort of mentality which likes leaving hats on the pavement with bricks under them you know perfectly well they won't give up. They'll get you in the end.”

“He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each.”

“Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.”

“Humans are not proud of their ancestors, and rarely invite them round to dinner.”

“I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.”

“I'm spending a year dead for tax reasons.”

“If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don't keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working.”

“If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands.”

“If somebody thinks they're a hedgehog, presumably you just give 'em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves.”

"INFINITE: Bigger than the biggest thing ever and then some. Much bigger than that, in fact, really amazingly immense, a totally stunning size, real "wow, that's big" time. Infinity is so big that by comparison, bigness itself looks really titchy. Gigantic multiplied by colossal multiplied by staggeringly huge is the sort of concept we're trying to get across here.”

“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”

“It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes.”

“It is a rare mind indeed that can render the hitherto non-existent blindingly obvious. The cry 'I could have thought of that' is a very popular and misleading one, for the fact is that they didn't, and a very significant and revealing fact it is too.”

“It is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it... anyone who is capable of getting themselves made p******** should on no account be allowed to do the job.”

“It is an important and popular fact that things are not always what they seem. For instance, on the planet Earth, man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much - the wheel, New York, wars and so on - whilst all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man - for precisely the same reasons.”

“Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.”

“Life is wasted on the living.”

“Many men of course became extremely rich, but this was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of because no one was really poor, at least no one worth speaking of.”

“Many words and expressions which only a matter of decades ago were considered so distastefully explicit that, were they merely to be breathed in public, the perpetrator would be shunned, barred from polite society, and in extreme cases shot through the lungs, are now thought to be very healthy and proper, and their use in everyday speech and writing is evidence of a well-adjusted, relaxed and totally unfucked-up personality.”

"Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the drug store, but that's just peanuts to space.”

“That young girl is one of the least benightedly unintelligent organic life forms it has been my profound lack of pleasure not to be able to avoid meeting.”

“The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.”

“The Guide is definitive. Reality is frequently inaccurate.”

“The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phase, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question How can we eat? the second by the question Why do we eat? and the third by the question Where shall we have lunch?”

“The impossible often has a kind of integrity which the merely improbable lacks.”

“The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”

“The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at and repair.”

“The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.”

“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.”

“There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.”

“This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.”

“Time is bunk.”

“Time, we know, is relative. You can travel light years through the stars and back, and if you do it at the speed of light then, when you return, you may have aged mere seconds while your twin brother or sister will have aged twenty, thirty, forty or however many years it is, depending on how far you traveled. This will come to you as a profound shock, particularly if you didn't know you had a twin brother or sister.”

“We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!”

“We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem.”

“You live and learn. At any rate, you live.”

“A computer terminal is not some clunky old television with a typewriter in front of it. It is an interface where the mind and body can connect with the universe and move bits of it about.”

“It's no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase "As pretty as an airport" appear.”

“If on the other hand he went to pay his respects to The Door and it wasn't there...what then?

The answer, of course, was very simple. He had a whole board of circuits for dealing with exactly this problem, in fact this was the very heart of his function. He would continue to believe in it whatever the facts turned out to be, what else was the meaning of belief? The Door would still be there, even if the Door was not.”

"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."

“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea ...”

“Men were real men, women were real women, and small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri. Spirits were brave, men boldly split infinitives that no man had split before. Thus was the Empire forged.”

“You know, it's at times like this when I'm trapped in a Vogon

airlock with a man from Betelgeuse and about to die of asphyxiation in

deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me

when I was young!

Why, what did she tell you?

I don't know, I didn't listen!”

“...was there a reason behind it? There would be no point in asking... he never appeared to have a reason for anything he did at all: he had turned unfathomably into an art form. He attacked everything in life with a mixture of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence and it was often difficult to tell which was which.”

“Anything that happens, happens.

Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen.

Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again.

It doesn’t necessarily do it in chronological order, though.”

“Ford, you're turning into a penguin. Stop it.”

“Who is this God person anyway?”

“On the way back, they sang a number of tuneful and reflective songs on the subjects of peace, justice, morality, culture, sport, family life, and the obliteration of all other life forms.”

“Well I think we've sorted all that out now. If you'd like to know, I can tell you that in your Universe you move freely in three dimensions that you call space. You move in a straight line in a fourth, which you call time, and stay rooted to one place in a fifth, which is the first fundamental of probability. After that it gets a bit complicated, and there's all sorts of stuff going on in dimensions 13 to 22 that you really wouldn't want to know about. All you really need to know for the moment is that the Universe is a lot more complicated then you might think.”

"`...You hadn't exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them had you? I mean like actually telling anyone or anything.'

`But the plans were on display...'

`On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.'

`That's the display department.'

`With a torch.'

`Ah, well the lights had probably gone.'

`So had the stairs.'

`But look you found the notice didn't you?'

`Yes,' said Arthur, `yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware of The Leopard".'"

"`Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.'

`Very deep,' said Arthur, `you should send that in to the "Reader's Digest". They've got a page for people like you.'"

"`This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer, `I never could get the hang of Thursdays.'"

"Pages one and two [of Zaphod's p********ial speech] had been salvaged by a Damogran Frond Crested Eagle and had already become incorporated into an extraordinary new form of nest which the eagle had invented. It was constructed largely of papier mache and it was virtually impossible for a newly hatched baby eagle to break out of it. The Damogran Frond Crested Eagle had heard of the notion of survival of the species but wanted no truck with it."

“this is obviously some strange usage of the word "safe" that I wasn't previously aware of.”

"`You'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's unpleasently like being drunk.'

`What's so unpleasent about being drunk?'

`You ask a glass of water.'"

"If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.'"

"There are of course many problems connected with life, of which some of the most popular are `Why are people born?' `Why do they die?' `Why do they spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?'"

"The fronting for the eighty-yard long marble-topped bar had been made by stitching together nearly twenty thousand Antarean Mosaic Lizard skins, despite the fact that the twenty thousand lizards concerned had needed them to keep their insides in."

"`We've got to find out what people want from fire, how they relate to it, what sort of image it has for them.'

The crowd were tense. They were expecting something wonderful from Ford.

`Stick it up your nose,' he said.

`Which is precisely the sort of thing we need to know,' insisted the girl, `Do people want fire that can be fitted nasally?'"

“What to do if you find yourself stuck in a crack in the ground underneath a giant boulder you can't move, with no hope of rescue. Consider how lucky you are that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your current circumstances seems more likely, consider how lucky you are that it won't be troubling you much longer.”

"Ford grabbed him by the lapels of his dressing gown and spoke to him as slowly and distinctly and patiently as if he were somebody from a telephone company accounts department."

“Arthur's consciousness approached his body as from a great distance, and reluctantly. It had had some bad times in there. Slowly, nervously, it entered and settled down into its accustomed position.”

"His eyes seemed to be popping out of his head. He wasn't certain if this was because they were trying to see more clearly, or if they simply wanted to leave at this point."

"There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind."

"`You know they've reintroduced the death penalty for insurance company directors?'

`Really?' said Arthur. `No I didn't. For what offence?'

Trillian frowned. `What do you mean, offence?'

`I see.'"

"`She hit me on the head with the rock again.'

`I think I can confirm that that was my daughter.'

`Sweet kid.'

`You have to get to know her,' said Arthur.

`She eases up does she?'

`No,' said Arthur, `but you get a better sense of when to duck.'"

"The beak was a major piece of armoury. It was a beak that would frighten any animal on earth, even one that was already dead and in a tin."

"`Could we perhaps take a snake bite detector with us to Komodo?'

`Course you can, course you can. Take as many as you like. Won't do you a blind bit of good because they're only for Australian snakes.'

`So what do we do if we get bitten by something deadly, then?'

He blinked at me as if I was stupid.

`Well what do you think you do?' he said. `You die of course. That's what deadly means.'"

"Mark turned and asked a passenger behind us if these planes ever crashed. Oh yes, he was told, but not to worry - there hadn't been a serious crash now in months."

"Virtually everything we were told in Indonesia turned out not to be true, sometimes almost immediately. The only exception to this was when we were told that something would happen immediately, in which case it turned out not to be true over an extended period of time."

"Komodo dragons sleep headfirst in large burrows. It is a very, very, very bad idea to even think of pulling its tail."

“Plenty of people did not care for him much, but then there is a huge difference between disliking somebody -- maybe even disliking them a lot -- and actually shooting them, strangling them, dragging them through the fields and setting their house on fire. It was a difference which kept the vast majority of the population alive from day to day.”

“Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which follows its own laws.”

“The idea that Bill Gates has appeared like a knight in shining armour to lead all customers out of a mire of technological chaos neatly ignores the fact that it was he who, by peddling second-rate technology, led them into it in the first place.”

“The big corporations are suddenly taking notice of the web, and their reactions have been slow. Even the computer industry failed to see the importance of the Internet, but that's not saying much. Let's face it, the computer industry failed to see that the century would end.”

“One of the problems of taking things apart and seeing how they work - supposing you're trying to find out how a cat works--you take that cat apart to see how it works, what you've got in your hands is a non-working cat. The cat wasn't a sort of clunky mechanism that was susceptible to our available tools of analysis.”

“For thousands more years the mighty ships tore across the empty wastes of space and finally dived screaming on to the first planet they came across - which happened to be the Earth - where due to a terrible miscalculation of scale the entire battle fleet was accidentally swallowed by a small dog.”

“The technology involved in making anything invisible is so infinitely complex that nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand million, nine hundred and ninety- nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety- nine times out of a billion it is much simpler and more effective just to take the thing away and do without it.”

“Since this Galaxy began, vast civilisations have risen and fallen, risen and fallen, risen and fallen so often that it's quite tempting to think that life in the Galaxy must be (a) something akin to seasick - space-sick, time sick, history sick or some such thing, and (b) stupid.”

“It wasn't his job to worry about that, though. It was his job to do his job, which was to do his job. If that led to a certain narrowness of vision and circularity of thought then it wasn't his job to worry about such things.”

“All you really need to know for the moment is that the universe is a lot more complicated than you might think, even if you start from a position of thinking it's pretty damn complicated in the first place.”

“Computer, if you don't open that exit hatch this moment I shall zap straight off to your major data banks and reprogram you with a very large axe.”

“I think all cats are wild cats. They just act tame if they think they'll get a saucer of milk out of it.”

“Look, would it save a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?”

“Now, either you all give yourselves up now and let us beat you up a bit, though not very much of course because we are firmly opposed to needless violence, or we blow up this entire planet and possibly one or two we noticed on our way out here!”

“Rome wasn't burned in a day.”

“The great thing about being the only species that makes a distinction between right and wrong is that we can make up the rules for ourselves as we go along.”

“The most misleading assumptions are the ones you don't even know you're making.”

“There is probably buried in the Western psyche a deep taboo about eating anything you've been introduced to socially.”

“Totally mad. Utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense.”

“We are not an endangered species ourselves yet, but this is not for lack of trying.”

“Don't you understand that we need to be childish in order to understand? Only a child sees things with perfect clarity, because it hasn't developed all those filters, which prevent us from seeing things that we don't expect to see.”

“If you really want to understand something, the best way is to try and explain it to someone else. That forces you to sort it out in your own mind. And the more slow and dim-witted your pupil, the more you have to break things down into more and more simple ideas. And that's really the essence of programming. By the time you've sorted out a complicated idea into little steps that even a stupid machine can deal with, you've certainly learned something about it yourself. The teacher usually learns more than the pupil does.”

"Time is the worst place, so to speak, to get lost in..."

"...he was at least twice as unbalanced now, and quite liable to fall off whatever it is that well-balanced people are supposed to be balancing on."

"In his dreams he was walking late at night along the East Side, beside the river which had become so extravagantly polluted that new life forms were now emerging from it spontaneously, demanding welfare and voting rights"

"Busy executives often didn’t have time for a full-time wife and family and would just rent them for weekends."

"It was impossible for Arthur to know this, but he just went ahead and knew it anyway."

"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer."

I confess this is a serious problem: I have spontaneous erections whenever my mother-in-law is around. One time I even dribbled some old-cum on my tennis shorts (we were going out to play mixed doubles with my wife's parents), and when it was my turn to serve I tried spilling some Gatorade on the cum patch to cover it up. But my dick was still hard so I had to fake leg cramps and sit on the ground for 5 few minutes. Really embarrasing.

Many criminal cases, even when investigated by the most
experienced and best qualified investigators, are ultimately
solved by an admission or confession from the person responsible
for committing the crime. Oftentimes, investigators are able to
secure only a minimal amount of evidence, be it physical or
circumstantial, that points directly to a suspect, and in many
instances, this evidence is not considered strong enough by
prosecutors to obtain a conviction. In such cases, the
interrogation of the suspects and their subsequent confessions
are of prime importance.

This article addresses the question of why suspects speak
freely to investigators, and ultimately, sign full confessions.
The physical and psychological aspects of confession and how
they relate to successful interrogations of suspects are also
discussed, as is the "breakthrough," the point in the
interrogation when suspects make an admission, no matter how
minuscule, that begins the process of obtaining a full
confession.

DEFINING INTERROGATION

Interrogation is the questioning of a person suspected of
having committed a crime. (1) It is designed to match acquired
information to a particular suspect in order to secure a
confession. (2) The goals of interrogation include:

* To learn the truth of the crime and how it happened

* To obtain an admission of guilt from the suspect

* To obtain all the facts to determine the method of
operation and the circumstances of the crime in question

* To gather information that enables investigators to arrive
at logical conclusions

* To provide information for use by the prosecutor in
possible court action. (3)

Knowing the definition and objectives of the interrogation,
the question then asked is, "Why do suspects confess?"
Self-condemnation and self-destruction are not normal human
behavioral characteristics. Human beings ordinarily do not
utter unsolicited, spontaneous confessions. (4) It is logical
to conclude, therefore, that when suspects are taken to police
stations to be questioned concerning their involvement in a
particular crime, their immediate reaction will be a refusal to
answer any questions. With the deluge of television programs
that present a clear picture of the Miranda warning and its
application to suspects, one would conclude that no one
questioned about a crime would surrender incriminating
information, much less supply investigators with a signed, full
confession. It would also seem that once suspects sense the
direction in which the investigators are heading, the
conversation would immediately end. However, for various
psychological reasons, suspects continue to speak with
investigators.

SUSPECT PARANOIA

Suspects are never quite sure of exactly what information
investigators possess. They know that the police are
investigating the crime, and in all likelihood, suspects have
followed media accounts of their crimes to determine what leads
the police have. Uppermost in their minds, however, is how to
escape detection and obtain firsthand information about the
investigation and where it is heading.

Such "paranoia" motivates suspects to accompany the police
voluntarily for questioning. Coupled with curiosity, this
paranoia motivates suspects to appear at police headquarters as
"concerned citizens" who have information pertinent to the case.
By doing this, suspects may attempt to supply false or
noncorroborative information in order to lead investigators
astray, gain inside information concerning the case from
investigators, and remove suspicion from themselves by offering
information on the case so investigators will not suspect their
involvement.

For example, in one case, a 22-year-old woman was
discovered in a stairwell outside of a public building. The
woman had been raped and was found naked and bludgeoned.
Investigators interviewed numerous people during the next
several days but were unable to identify any suspects. Media
coverage on the case was extremely high.

Several days into the investigation, a 23-year-old man
appeared at police headquarters with two infants in tow and
informed investigators that he believed he may have some
information regarding the woman's death. The man revealed that
when he was walking home late one evening, he passed the area
where the woman was found and observed a "strange individual"
lurking near an adjacent phone booth. The man said that because
he was frightened of the stranger, he ran back to his home.
After reading the media accounts of the girl's death, he
believed that he should tell the police what he had observed.

The man gave police a physical description of the
"stranger" and then helped an artist to compose a sketch of the
individual. After he left, investigators discovered that the
sketch bore a strong resemblance to the "witness" who provided
the information.

After further investigation, the witness was asked to
return to the police station to answer more questions, which he
did gladly. Some 15 hours into the interrogation, he confessed
to one of his "multiple personalities" having killed the woman,
who was unknown to him, simply because the victim was a woman,
which is what the suspect had always wanted to be.

This case clearly illustrates the need for some suspects to
know exactly what is happening in an investigation. In their
minds, they honestly believe that by hiding behind the guise of
"trying to help," they will, without incriminating themselves,
learn more about the case from the investigators.

INTERROGATION SETTING

In any discussion concerning interrogation, it is necessary
to include a review of the surroundings where a suspect is to be
interrogated. Because there is a general desire to maintain
personal integrity before family members and peer groups,
suspects should be removed from familiar surroundings and taken
to a location that has an atmosphere more conducive to
cooperativeness and truthfulness. (5) The primary psychological
factor contributing to successful interrogations is privacy--
being totally alone with suspects. (6) This privacy prompts
suspects to feel willing to unload the burden of guilt. (7) The
interrogation site should isolate the suspect so that only the
interrogator is present. The suspect's thoughts and responses
should be free from all outside distractions or stimuli.

The interrogation setting also plays an important part in
obtaining confessions. The surroundings should reduce suspect
fears and contribute to the inclination to discuss the crime.
Because fear is a direct reinforcement for defensive mechanisms
(resistance), it is important to erase as many fears as
possible. (8) Therefore, the interrogation room should
establish a business atmosphere as opposed to a police-like
atmosphere. While drab, barren interrogation rooms increase
fear in suspects, a location that displays an open,
you-have-nothing-to fear quality about it can do much to break
down interrogation defensiveness, thereby eliminating a major
barrier. (9) The interrogators tend to disarm the suspects
psychologically by placing them in surroundings that are free
from any fear-inducing distractions.

PSYCHOLOGICAL FACTORS

More than likely, suspects voluntarily accompany
investigators, either in response to a police request to answer
questions or in an attempt to learn information about the
investigation. Once settled in the interrogation room, the
interrogators should treat suspects in a civilized manner, no
matter how vicious or serious the crime might have been. While
they may have feelings of disgust for the suspects, the goal is
to obtain a confession, and it is important that personal
emotions not be revealed. (10)

Investigators should also adopt a compassionate attitude and
attempt to establish a rapport with suspects. In most cases,
suspects commit crimes because they believe that it offers the
best solution to their needs at the moment. (11) Two rules of
thumb to remember are: 1) "There but for the grace of God go
I"; and 2) it is important to establish a common level of
understanding with the suspects. (12) These rules are critical
to persuading suspects to be open, forthright, and honest.
Suspects should be persuaded to look beyond the investigators'
badges and see, instead, officers who listen without judging.
If investigators are able to convince suspects that the key
issue is not the crime itself, but what motivated them to commit
the crime, they will begin to rationalize or explain their
motivating factors.

At this stage of the interrogation, investigators are on
the brink of having suspects break through remaining defensive
barriers to admit involvement in the crime. This is the
critical stage of the interrogation process known as the
breakthrough.

THE BREAKTHROUGH

The breakthrough is the point in the interrogation when
suspects make an admission, no matter how small. (13) In spite of
having been advised of certain protections guaranteed by the
Constitution, most suspects feel a need to confess. Both
hardcore criminals and first-time offenders suffer from the same
pangs of conscience. (14) This is an indication that their defense
mechanisms are diminished, and at this point, the investigators
may push through to elicit the remaining elements of confession.

In order for interrogators to pursue a successful
breakthrough, they must recognize and understand certain
background factors that are unique to a particular suspect.
Many times, criminals exhibit psychological problems that are
the result of having come from homes torn by conflict and
dissension. Also frequently found in the backgrounds of
criminals are parental rejection and inconsistent and severe
punishment. (15) It is important that investigators see beyond
the person sitting before them and realize that past experiences
can impact on current behavior. Once interrogators realize
that the fear of possible punishment, coupled with the loss of
pride in having to admit to committing mistakes, is the basic
inhibitor they must overcome in suspects, they will quickly be
able to formulate questions and analyze responses that will
break through the inhibitors.

SUCCESSFUL INTERROGATIONS

Investigators must conduct every interrogation with the
belief that suspects, when presented with the proper avenue,
will use it to confess their crimes. Research indicates that
most guilty persons who confess are, from the outset, looking
for the proper opening during the interrogation to communicate
their guilt to the interrogators. (16)

Suspects confess when the internal anxiety caused by their
deception outweighs their perceptions of the crime's
consequences. (17) In most instances, suspects have magnified,
in their minds, both the severity of the crime and the possible
repercussions. Interrogators should allay suspect anxiety by
putting these fears into perspective.

Suspects also make admissions or confessions when they
believe that cooperation is the best course of action. (18) If
they are convinced that officers are prepared to listen to all
of the circumstances surrounding the crimes, they will begin to
talk. The psychological and physiological pressures that build
in a person who has committed a crime are best alleviated by
communicating. (19) In order to relieve these suppressed
pressures, suspects explain the circumstances of their crimes
they confess.

And, finally, suspects confess when interrogators are able
to speculate correctly on why the crimes were committed.
Suspects want to know ahead of time that interrogators will
believe what they have to say and will understand what motivated
them to commit the crime.

CONCLUSION

It is natural for suspects to want to preserve their
privacy, civil rights, and liberties. It is also natural for
suspects to resist discussing their criminal acts. For these
very reasons, however, investigators must develop the skills
that enable them to disarm defensive resistors established by
suspects during interrogation. Before suspects will confess,
they must feel comfortable in their surroundings, and they must
have confidence in the interrogators, who should attempt to gain
this confidence by listening intently to them and by allowing
them to verbalize their accounts of the crimes.

Interrogators who understand what motivates suspects to
confess will be better able to formulate effective questions and
analyze suspect responses. Obviously, more goes into gaining a
confession than is contained in this article. However, if the
interrogator fails to understand the motivations of the suspect,
other factors impacting on obtaining the confession will be less
effective.

Looking for a slut who loves to play and party just going with the flow, spontaneous fun

Hallo,

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Whenever I see a girl/woman with high-heels on, I actually see them standing on a dildo as I love to watch women heel-fuck themselves. I've had Tylene Buck do it on Streamate, street whores, and other women on streamate slide their high-heels into their dripping holes and fuck themselves silly as they rubbed the tip of the shoe against their g-spot. Then I see Amy Roback, and Meridith Viera on the Today Show, I imagine them spontaneously take of their shoe , lift their skirt/dress and force their pantyhose inside with the tip of the heel as it forces the nylon to dug against their clit as they fuck themselves.

Bin ein offener ehrlicher und toleranter kerl, dominant und spontan beim sex

I'm optimistic that Mubarak stepped down and Egypt are going to have a change in government. It's a great sign for the Middle East, because other autocratic governments in the region will have seen the effect that spontaneous people-power can have on a regime's tenability. Hopefully it'll give other countries hope that reform CAN happen, and it can have a snow-ball effect on the rest of the region.

First Tunsia, now Egypt... well done, Middle East!

Does anyone have a thing for seeing girls eat your cum?

I live with a beautiful girl. Blonde, model material, with legs, breasts and ass to die for and the face of an angel. She looks so innocent, I fell for her the moment I saw her. She looks so virginal and is so prudish even talking about sex, that I don't even know if she's had any guys in the past. We're both young professionals in our early 20s and met through a mutual friend who I knew through university and she knew through school. Recently she moved to the city, and needed a place to stay. I needed a housemate, so our friend set us up.

I tried asking her out when she first moved in but unfortunately she made it pretty clear that she wasn't interested in anything but friendship. I figured that if she wasn't going to taste my baby batter voluntarily, and I'm pretty sure she hasn't tasted anyone else�s before, I could feed it to her without her knowledge.

When she was out, I went around the house jacking off into her personal items - shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, moisturiser, panties from her panty drawer, etc. I also started taking cookery lessons and offered to cook for her in order to practice my skills. What she doesn't know is that every meal I've cooked for her so far has had a healthy dose of my secret special sauce.

Before moral fags start whining, she seems to love it. She's commented on how her hair's been really soft recently and remarked on how her skin has been firmer, with a healthy glow to it. She even wondered if maybe the shampoo/conditioner manufacturers had changed the formulation. She used to get quite moody and hormonal over the month as her cycle progressed. Since I started feeding her my spooge, she's chilled out a lot and been really flirtatious with me. She's been more receptive to joking around with me, and finding ways to lightly touch my arms and chest, or accidentally brush up against me. Pheromones maybe? I've been sniffing her soiled panties while she's been out, and I know that personal scents can have a powerful effect � I�ve often ended up spontaneously ejaculating merely from the scent of her personal secretions.

She�s told me she loves my cooking. It may just be a coincidence, but our bedrooms share a wall, and on the evenings I cook for her, I'm fairly sure I can hear her rubbing herself off. On the mornings when she leaves for work early and I'm in the flat alone, I sneak into her room and sniff and lick her still warm used panties from her laundry basket. The aroma is exquisite. On the mornings after I've cooked for her the previous night, they're definitely muskier and damper, and often have a heavy dried sugar crystal like crust on the gusset, which I love to chew on.

In addition, I get the added bonus of sitting opposite her while she's eating and see her swallow my jizz, savouring every mouthful before it slides smoothly down her throat. Knowing that I'm corrupting her beautiful innocent face with my unique glaze and coating those gorgeous lips and tongue; the thought that at this very moment she might be wearing a pair of the panties from her drawer that I jerked off into, and that flakes of my dried man milk might at this very moment be nestled against her hot gooey moist cunt; mingling with her own juices and being rehydrated by them, is an amazing turn on for me.

I also see it as a way of marking my territory. While the scent of my cream hangs on her, it might drive other guys away. I'm not sure if that has any scientific basis, but it seems to work. I understand there is some scientific research that shows cum to contain chemicals that aid in partner bonding and fight depression in women, as well as changing their hormonal balance and significantly reducing their risk of breast cancer.

All I know, from my unscientific little experiment is that feeding cock custard to girls definitely has its advantages, for both sexes. I'd go so far as to say doctors ought to be prescribing it. Guys, what are you waiting for? Give the women in your life the greatest gift a man has to offer, and improve your relationships with them. Ladies, why not ask the men in your life for a regular dose of liquid silk? It has many nutritional benefits, and if you're feeling hesitant, just remember that you've probably already unknowingly swallowed several cupfuls of spunk, donated by guys like me. A few more on a regular basis can't hurt.

The spontaneous reaction of 90 percent of all sand niggers when seeing naked women.

i confess i'm sick and tired of all the "royal wedding" bullshit on T-fucking-V fuck it's the U S OF FUCKING A !!!! anyone watching that shit should spontaneously combust !!!

I confess. I went on business trip with a new employee about 20 years younger than me. We were delayed in the airport for a long time . She's been married for about a year, so i asked her how it's going . She said it was going well, but the sex has changed . I told her that sex always gets less after marriage, and not to worry. She said that wasnt the case.

During our plane delay, she told me that she used to blow her boyfriend, now husband, anywhere anytime. In the server room at work, in his car at lunch in the parking lot, in the grocery store bathroom, etc. She also liked to take one night to herself every couple weeks, pick up a guy at the mall, and suck him off in the mall parking lot. Basically, this girl loves cock.

Now that they are married, she said, her husband doesn't want blow jobs anymore. I thought that was odd - just the opposite of conventional wisdom that says that the woman stops knob gobbling after getting a ring. But , this girl apparently loves cock and really felt like she could unburden herself to me. I told her - look - a man views his wife and the woman who will be the mother of his children different when they get married. I thought maybe this guy didn't wasnt like me and didn't want to have a nice petite blonde gagging down his shaft every night, blowing his load in her eyes and then asking her to clean up his taint with her tongue.

It was raining and lightening and I really didn't think we were going to get out of the airport. I did not mind, though, because hearing this story from the 25 year old was making me horny. I'd been masturbating in the office while thinking about her for months. Before shed come into my office for a meeting, I'd rub one out in the John or under my desk. Then, I wouldn't here a word she said because I'd be looking her straight in the eyes and imagining myself balls deep into her gullet.

I told her don't worry about the lack of sex. Her husband is a decent guy, if a bit of a computer nerd. That's when she told me there was no lack of sex-- her husband only wants anal sex now. They are not ready for kids, so vaginal sex is out . But since blow jobs turn him off, he wants to "stick it up my ass" (her words) nearly every night. Now , I started to have some great respect for her husband . I could (and do) imagine this tiny girl getting assfucked morning , noon, and night. She misses the spontaneity of the public blow jobs, and she's gotten a little bruised from his poundings (she showed me her hips where he apparently holds on for dear life while ramming it into her). But she's a ggod wife and has come to enjoy it in the ass, she told me.

Several hours after the original flight time, we got on the plane. We were sitting next to each other in a plane with about 14 rows of two seats on either side. It was loud, like always in a plane, plus it was thundering outside. When the lights went off, my hand went right to my pants. I was just fooling around a little, I didn't really want to jerk off and end up with a huge load of cum in my hands to wipe on the tray table in front of me. I could wait till the hotel. I drifted off to sleep until I felt another hand in my lap. My coworker was kneading my balls like pizza dough. She whispered that she really missed having a cock in her mouth. I told her to go ahead and pulled the blanket over her head. She gurgled and coughed and made me gasp, but no one could hear it over the plane noise.

theres this black guy that works at the mall near me...he always looks me up and down and makes flattering/dirty comments when im walking by. .i love it and have started fantasizing about fucking him. and his huge cock... ..the idea of spontaneous sex with a stranger is something i wanna try..

do i just go slip him my number? ask straight out, wanna fuck? advise pls guys!!....my pussy is hungry and the idea of this turns me on soo much

My name is Steve. I'm 31 and recently divorced. My wife was wonderful in so many ways, including the bedroom, but we slowly drifted apart after 10 years. I've always been interested in wilder sexual activity but was far to scared to act when I was younger. Now that I finally have my freedom back I'm going to do all the things I want so bad but am afraid of.
I live in a large city, and while I was new to this experience, I had a good idea of what part of town to visit. It was Saturday night and I found a bar that seemed pretty popular. the place was packed with mostly men, and they ranged from very conservative to the extremely flamboyant. The fist thing I needed was liquid courage. I knew what I wanted but was still very nervous. After a couple shots I relaxed a bit and ordered a drink. Tried to be talkative to the people around me, and most of the guys were friendly. A few of them were VERY friendly and I had to let them know they weren't what I was there for that night. In a back area of the bar there was a group of women. Some seemed like bikers in a dress, and some were the most beautiful women you have ever seen, most were somewhere in the middle and after a few drinks looked good enough. There were a few guys dispersed among them and a few guys nursing beers and staring longingly.
As I approached quite a few heads turned to see who was approaching the group. I waved and nodded my head at them as I passed through. There was a table near the back wall with a couple girls at it. One was a gorgeous brunette, a little under 6 foot tall. Her hair was long with short bangs halfway down her forehead. Dark brown eyes with long black eyelashes. She wore a small blue dress that barely held her breasts captive. A black choker necklace wrapped tightly around her neck. When I got to the table I could barely speak.
"Hello" she cooed
"Hello" I said looking deep in to her eyes. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"I have one, but you are welcome to join me" She motioned to the seat next to her.
The two girls sitting with her got the hint and quickly found another table.
We talked for a while, just idle chit chat. She could see I was hesitant but knew I wanted her. The bar was loud and we both played the game of speaking softly and moving closer to each other. I had one hand on the table and one on the back of her chair. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she laughed at a dumb joke and moved her hand to my knee. In my head I was screaming, "my god this is actually happening, this could actually happen" I used the adrenalin to make my first small contact which was only to shift my arm so it was resting on the chair and placing my hand on her back. At that point we started talking closer and closer and our hands started moving, caressing each other. She said something I couldn't hear, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, and spontaneously shifted my head to kiss her. Every first kiss is electric after all the tension you've built up, but this was 15 years of longing and was amazing. My hand shifted to her cheek and around the back of her head running her hair through my fingers. She pulled back slightly, looked in to my eyes and said "Finally, what do you say we head back to my place where it's a bit quieter?"
"Yes"
She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the bar to the front. She shivered as we walked out into the night and I put my arms around her and held her close. She smiled at me pulled me to a cab.
It was a short drive to her house but we couldn't wait. Our tongues danced as my hands ran down her side, over her ass and down her sweet thighs. I kissed her neck and she moaned slightly. I saw the driver staring in the mirror and kept thinking, "he has no idea what is really happening!" which was probably not true since he knew what bar we came out of but my head was spinning.
The cab dropped us off and we headed straight up to her apartment. I followed her into the living room. She turned and started to ask me something but I grabbed her, pulled her close and kissed her .
I reached back and unzipped her dress, she let it fall to the floor. My hands flew up and down her back. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her tight.
"Slow down" she said as she pushed me back onto the couch.
She kissed me again and she unzipped my pants and pulled them off. I ripped of my shirt and tried to kiss her again, but she held me back against the couch.
"I'm in charge now" she said softly
She kissed the middle of my chest and slowly moved down my stomach, using more tongue as she went. She would lick and follow with a strong kiss. Her hands started on my knees and traveled up my thighs. Her hand finally cupped balls and started to massage them. Her other hand reached into the fly of my boxers and freed my cock. She wasted no time when she saw my cock. She opened her mouth and suck all 7" between her lips, all the way to the base. She pulled back till only she had only the head in her mouth and teased it with her tongue. Then back down and up and tease, and down and up and tease. It felt wonderful. She started following her mouth with her hand, pumping up and down twice as fast as her mouth. She pulled up and completely off my dick and started running her tongue up and down to bottom side of my my cock. Her hand started pumping faster as she slid her tongue down to my balls. Her tongue danced all over them trying to soak every inch. Then she opened her mouth and gently sucked one into her mouth, released it, and sucked in the other, meanwhile she was pumping furiously away on my dick.
She pushed my legs further apart as her tongue again appeared and slide down the bottom of my balls. I started groaning louder and she stopped pumping. She squeezed my dick down at the base till it started to hurt. Her other hand lifted my balls and her tongue started to gently caress my ass hole. It was a strange but welcome feeling I tried as hard as I could to relax and enjoy it but it was over quickly. she slammed her face back down on my cock and returned to her first approach of moving her mouth up and down and teasing my head as her hand twisted and pumped. SHe continued sucking my dick and I didn't notice her other hand rubbing my balls until I felt a finger push deep into my ass. It was shocking but she just left it there and continued sucking my cock. As she felt me relax she slowly started sliding her finger in and out of my ass.
I was getting close to cumin and she could hear it in my voice, so she pulled her finger out of my ass and slid up my body to kiss me. I reached back and unclasped her bra which she flung away and leaned back to let me see her perfect breasts. I needed to feel them and suck on those nipples and she was happy to oblige. I leaned forward and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth as I massaged the other with my hand. She threw her head back and giggled which melted into a moan. She grabbed the back of my head and held it tight as she spun us around so I was on top of her. I tried to move up to kiss her but she held my head firmly against her breast. It put me at an uncomfortable position so I had to slide off of her till I was kneeling on the floor between her legs. That was when she released my head and started rubbing my shoulders. I could tell where she was guiding me, as I've guided a few girls the same way.
I used her technique of kissing my way down her stomach as my hands slid up her thighs until they met at her panty line. At this point my heart started pounding in my chest. What am I doing? Is this really what I want or just a fantasy? She must have sensed my hesitation because she reached down and pulled off her panties.
And then I was sitting inches away from a semi-hard, 6" cock and balls. Panic shot through me.
She wrapped her hand around her dick with one hand and with the other lifted her balls as high as she could. She lifted her left foot and rested in on the couch as far to the side as she could.
"Lick my ass baby" she whispered as she moved her right leg around my back to pull me closer.
I have done this to a few girls to get them read for anal so it seemed a little more normal for me. I dove in licking her ass and pushing two fingers deep into her. She immediately started moaning and wiggling around me, cheering me on so I started getting more enthusiastic about it. I reached up with my free hand and started fondling her breast. I could feel her starting to stroke her own cock. I removed my fingers from her ass and replaced them with my tongue. Wiggling and pushing it as deep as I could. I moved my free hand up and cupped her balls. She immediately moved both her hands to the back of my head. I kept licking her ass and massaging her breast, and slowly my other hand moved from her balls, to the base of her cock, and finally wrapped around it. I felt a sense of accomplishment with this move and lost all reservations. I stroked her cock a few times but decided quickly this was my time. I lifted my head as I pulled her cock down until it was aimed directly at my mouth.

Just some ways you can show your special someone you're a real man:

1. When she asks how she looks, shrug and say "could be better." This will keep her on her toes, and girls love that.

2. Never hold her hand. This can be interpreted as a sign of weakness. If she grabs your hand, squeeze hers really, really hard until she cries. This will impress her by showing her what a strong man you are.

3. Once a month sneak up on her from behind and knock her over. Girls are like dogs. They love to be roughed up.

4. Call her in the middle of the night to ask if she's sleeping. When she says that she is, say "you better be." Repeat this 4 or 5 times until morning. This will show her you care.

5. When she is upset about something, suggest to her that it might be her fault. This will pave the way for her own personal improvement, and every girl needs some improvement.

6. If, I mean when, she's mad at you for not calling her when you say you will, promise her that you will call her at a certain time later in the day. This will ensure that she waits by the phone. Also, tell her when you call you're going to tell her a special surprise. Now she'll be really excited. Now don't call. That's also quite funny!

7. If you're talking to another girl, make sure she's looking. When your g/f looks at you, stare into her eyes, mouth the words 'fuck you,' and grab the other girl's ass. Girls love competition.

8. Tell her you're taking her out to dinner. Drive for miles so she thinks it's going to be really special. Then take her to a burning tire yard. When she starts to get upset tell her you were just kidding and now you're really going to take her to dinner. Then drive her home. When she starts crying and asks why you would do something like that lean over and whisper very quietly into her ear "...because I can...now go make a sandwich"

9. Introduce her to your friends as "some chick". Women love those special nicknames.

10. Play with her hair. Play with it HARD.

11. Warm her up when she's cold... but not by giving her your jacket, because then you might get cold. Rather, look her in the eye and say, "If you don't stop bitching about the cold right now, you're going to be bitching about a black eye." The best way to get warm is with fear.

12. Take her to a party. When you get there she'll have to go to the bathroom (they always do). Leave immediately. Come back right when the party's dying and yell at her the whole way home for ditching you at the party.

13. Make her laugh. A good way to do this is if she has a small pet. Kick the pet. I always find stuff like that funny. Why shouldn't girls?

14. Let her fall asleep in your arms. When she's fast asleep, wait 10 minutes then JUMP UP AND SCREAM IN HER EAR! Repeat until she goes home and you can use your arms for more important things. Like basketball.

15. Spit often. I hear girls like guys that spit.

16. If you care about her, never ever tell her. This will only give her self confidence. Then you can never turn her into the object she deep down desires to be.

17. Every time you're in her house steal one of the following: shoes, earrings, or anything else that comes in pairs. Only take one of the pair. This way she'll go crazy.

18. Take her out to dinner. Right when she's about to order interrupt and say "No, she's not hungry". Make her watch you eat. Girls love a guy that speaks for her.

19. Look her in the eyes and smile. Then clock her one. Girls love a spontaneous guy.

20. Give her one of your t-shirts... and make sure it has your smell on it. But not a sexy cologne smell. A bad smell. You know what I'm talking about.

21. If you're listening to music, and she asks to hear it, tell her no. This way she'll think you're mysterious.

22. Remember her birthday, but don't get her anything. Teach her material objects aren't important. The only thing that's important is that she keeps you happy. And your happiness is the greatest present she can ever get.

23. Recognize the small things; they usually mean the most. Then when she's sleeping, steal all her small things and break them. Because jewelry is for wussies and Asian ladies.

24. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it. Then next time you know she's coming over on a trash day leave the trash can open and have the present visibly sticking out of the can. Girls actually don't like this one that much, but I think it's funny.

Spontaneous BJ...

I yearn for . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences that were had in times long past. Experiences and encounters in locations and venues that were almost always dark, often dingy and always redolent with the smell of sweat, sperm and sleaze . . . with some even having the intoxicating overtone of stale piss.
Those venues might be public toilets – often in parks and always late in the night – or bookshop backrooms – especially those with labyrinthine corridors made built from ply, painted black and featuring small booth-like rooms with vinyl mattresses on the floor or rough-hewn holes carved in walls at the height that a cock may be inserted. Dark warrens lit only by red light so weak you could hardly make out the bodies lurking ominously around the corners, waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting for you to walk past very slowly. No words were spoken. No permission sought. Fluids exchanged. When you’d slaked your thirst, you’d leave . . . and, by the time you got to your car – often parked a few blocks away, lest somebody recognise it and tie you to this place – you’d already be thinking that you could easily go back in for another encounter . . . or two . . . or three . . .
Or the location might be a grove of trees or dense shrubs in a park, or on a headland where families picnicked in the day as they admired the view and dreamed that one day they might have their house in such a place . . . indeed YOU might visit this same place the next day with your family and have in the front of your mind other, more prurient thought than your cousins, brothers, sisters . . . yes, and even wives . . . who lay on grass where you know sperm was spilled just the night before. “Come!” you say, beckoning them. “Come with me, let me show you something!” and you entice them through the well-trod tracks to the wind-swept cliff where, not 12 hours before, you emptied your guts into a stranger’s bowels.
And still at other times, the venue might be a sad, old cinema long past its prime, showing a never-ending stream of grainy 8mm porn. The cracked and torn leather of the seats sticking to your bare arse as you thrust your oh-so-very-strong erection upward toward the beckoning hand of the stranger alongside whom you have sat. His jeans rolled up around his ankles – just as yours are. His cock beckoning in the gloom as the gritty and grainy porn flickers on the screen. Both of you sit side-by-side, eyes affixed to the screen, but yet darting the left or right to catch a glimpse of his cock and marvel how it gleams and you wonder how it might taste . . . you reach toward it, his hips thrust upward giving you permission (not that you doubted it would be given) as he sucks in his breath when your fingers enclose the silken, soft skin around the bone-hard shaft that twitches and throbs under the touch of your hand. The skin feels softer, silkier, smoother than yours and you reflect on why it always does. You wonder if yours feel softer, silkier and smoother to all of those who have reached out as you are . . . but soon such thoughts are driven away as other, more compelling and irresistible thoughts erupt behind your eyes and you find yourself leaning over and wondering if (perhaps even hoping that) he will vomit his cock-snot into your mouth.
The best part of this rundown old cinema is the toilet. You head toward the green sign beside the screen, through a concrete-rendered tunnel for a few metres and into a room with a concrete piss-trough and a cubicle or two. There are no doors – at least not any more. There is no ventilation and the stench is overpowering, but you came here for this . . . you crave it . . . you live for it. In the piss-trough are countless fag-ends soaked with the rank, stale piss of dozens of others like you. There is a chain on the old concrete cistern that could flush, but you doubt that chain has been pulled for weeks – or even months. There is a very sad old faggot lying in the trough scooping the butts over his cock and into his mouth. He is, of course, naked and his floppy old cock no longer able to get hard. The skirt he wore lies beneath him but he still has his red stilettos on and he whimpers and begs you to use him as a toilet. You oblige, of course. Why wouldn’t you? And, as you relieve yourself into his pathetic, simpering, ugly face you wonder how long it is going to take until it is you that begs and pleads for exactly what this disgusting old faggot is begging for.
Why are all such places now closed? What has changed that makes them no longer viable businesses? I have tried, over the years, to encourage similar events in my home (post-divorce, sadly), but the atmosphere, the spontaneity, the rank, foul sleaze just cannot be recreated in a garage . . . and anyway, the amount of time spent advertising it, answering stupid questions of people who have no right to ask and sheer effort of preparing the space are simply not warranted for the one or two who do actually arrive.
And so now I yearn . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences I had back then and know that, if I could, I WOULD be that sad old faggot lying in the stench of the cold concrete piss-trough whimpering and simpering for all to use me as little more than what I have become.
“Take your photos!” I would implore. “Piss, Spit, Snot into my open mouth!” I would entreat. “Blow your cock snot deep into my faggot arse!” I would beseech. “No load refused . . . I don’t care!” I would growl in deep, guttural tones that echo the true state of my mind.

Hallo,

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Michael

I confess my gf is so hot I have spontaneous erections when she walks into the room.

So confession time, I find myself extremely attracted to my younger sister. Now that on its own isn't really very out of place it seems here on motherless, but I think my own case goes beyond the typical: "damn i'd like a go at that." She's the ONLY girl I want, and I want her wholly and want to love her in the most passionate, intimate way.

It started back when we were both young, she would sleep with me in my bed because she was notoriously afraid of the dark. During the night I would hold her and "spoon" with her (mind you this wasn't the two of us grinding it out all night, more "cuddled"). Over time as I enjoyed this, I would feel around a bit and explore her body: I would sometimes reach in her panties and feel her pussy - i tried pushing a finger inside but never made it very far. I would also reach my hand up under her shirt and just place it over her nipples: I still remember the day well when I first felt her nips becoming puffy as her breasts began to develop.

We don't share a bed anymore (unfortunately!), but every single night I still tuck her into bed - even as a 17 year old woman she won't go to sleep until I do. I always give her a rather touchy feely hug and a kiss; usually just a kiss on the forehead but sometimes lightly on the lips. I remember one time that I told her that if she ate the last bite of my snack I was "going in after it." Of course she ate it, so I lunged forward and our open mouthes met, my tongue went all the way inside her mouth as I was digging for it, and I can still remember the brief, wonderful seconds of feeling around inside her. And then there was the other time when we were watching TV and playing with each others belly button (I have no idea how on earth that came to be, but w/e, I'm not complaining). I was feeling around and messaging the area while she did the same to me, I'm sure she had no idea I was about to nut right then! And of course it got better when it turned from belly buttons to each sucking on the others finger (again, why did that happen? I have no idea). But having free rain to feel around inside of her, while she was actively doing the same to me was just wonderful.

Most recently though, what I'm most excited about and what sparked this post, is that we mutually, intentionally, kissed for the first time a couple days ago. We were walking back to the house after a fun afternoon, and I put an arm around her and pulled her close to give her a peck on the cheek. Instead when she looked up at me we just met lips together and shared a real, spontaneous, kiss. I don't know if this is the beginning of things to come, but I'm certainly excited at what could be next!

It's kind of crazy to think just how crazy for her I am. When people make the joke about tie games being like "kissing your sister," I think "high five!" Because honestly, my life would be perfect if I could spend all day making out with her and her with me. When I masturbate to her, I often think about eating her out just because of the feeling it might give her. She's also just about the only girl who I can look at pictures of her face only, because staring close into her eyes is enough to turn me on. If only we lived in a different world where marriage and children with your sister were a reasonable thing!

So there's my deepest confession, y'all will probably think I'm some sort of creepy psycho. I suppose looking back at all that I just wrote it does sound pretty creepy, but I ensure you its probably not quite so bad as I wrote it. Anyone have any thoughts on this? Or what they think I should do?

For the record, I have put pictures of her up here on motherless, but I'm not going to link them in this post - I don't want that connection made for sake of anonymity. She is honestly extremely attractive, but not in the "super model" sense. She's the girl that any real guy would be proud as can be just to be seen with, and can also visualize her as the sort of girl he actually has a shot with. She's quite small and petite, extremely thin and very athletic. And strangely enough, for such a small girl, commenters seem to be all about her legs and ass =)

Part A1: Sisters night out [rest of the story on my profile :) ]
Hey guys it's me Anna again :DD. SAM said I should mark the parts I write with an A (like A1 you see). Anyways this is about a party in the time before I got married to Jimmy.
Well Patty said I should enjoy life as long as I wasnt married yet (little did she know that I enjoyed it very much with SAM ;) ). She also wanted to spend more time with me before I would be occupied with my husband all the time. So she invited me to said party (quick reminder - I was like 28 at that point and Patty 19 - legal drinking age is 18 here). I asked her if Brian (her BF at that time) would come too, but she only laughed and told it was kinda a sorority party - no boys allowed. Whats the fun in that? Patty said I could meet new girl friends there, maybe some of the girls were married as well and could give me advice. So I agreed to come. "Dresscode" or theme was black and white, masks in black and white would be handed out at the entrance. Then Patty added:"Oh and please dont embarrass me - No one with tits like you should wear a bra. Dont hide what you got! Dress as sexy as you can, or else I might tell everyone I dont know you..." We laughed but she made sure to tell me again that the no-bra-rule was actually a thing.

So before the party I took a shower. First thing I did after was my hair. I prepped them to be a bit curly. But for the first part of the party I wanted them in a pony tail, so I had something to show off / change during the course of the event. When I was done I watched myself in the mirror and was pleased with myself. Then Jimmy walked in, seeing me all naked. He came up to me and kissed me. We made out for a few seconds. Like almost always when we were kissing for longer than a few moments I thought about how much better SAM was at kissing. When our lips parted, Jim was staring lustfully at my chest. I could see the bulge in his pants.
Me:"Sweety, I got to get ready for the party... I only have time for a blowjob."
His face turned grim then bright over the course of the sentence.
J:"You always deliver. You're truly the best wife in the world."
I smiled and removed his pants. Kneeling before him I sucked him off. His dick tasted good. He always kept it super clean and it always tasted a bit like soap. SAM's dick always tasted more... meaty/natural I would say. After a minute I felt Jimmys dick explode in my mouth. I swallowed it all. Grinned at him.
J:"Thank you babe."
Me:"You're welcome."
He then left me alone. He never kissed me after a BJ. I had gotten used to that. I touched my crotch. Yep, a little bit wet. I wiped it off and put on some black panties. Checked myself in the mirror. I love dressing up. I took a black band as a necklace. Took a picture for SAM. He always appreciates the pictures I send him. Then I finally put on the dress. Plain black. No straps. Sweetheart neckline. Tight all around. It was so short, it barely covered my ass. Another picture for SAM.

When I was ready I called Patty. I drove to her house and we would take a taxi from there. Patty wore a plain white dress, just as short as mine but with straps. It was so low cut, her tits looked like they might pop out at any minute. She looked gorgeous. We ordered a taxi and few minutes later we were on our way. The taxi driver kept staring at us and we giggled like teenagers. When he asked where we were going, Patty told him about the party and about the no boys rule. The driver seemed disappointed and drove the rest of the way in slience.

When we arrived at the house, we were greeted by two girls, one in knee-long white dress, the other one in the same dress but in black. They both wore masks the opposite color of their dresses. Patty seemed to know them but didnt bother introducing me. I got handed a white mask and Patty recieved a black one. We put them on and went in. We met the hostess, who wore a black and white dress. The left half was white, the right half was black. Her eyes were covered by a mask which was left-black and right-white. When I saw her, I immediately understood why Patty asked me to dress sexy. The hostess was hot as fuck in her dress. She didnt have big tits, but the dress fit her so well, she surely had to be the sexiest woman in the whole house (not counting me and Patty, I didnt count us into the rating ;) ).
Patty seemed to know her as well, they kissed each other on the cheek and then even a short kiss on the mouth. When it was my turn, I only got cheek-kissed. We went deeper into the house. It was dimly lit but there was black lights. It looked awesome with all the white dresses. Patty greeted some more girls, we got ourselves drinks and started chatting with some of Patties friends. I looked around in the room. This was the living room, even though the couch had been moved out to make space. I was wrong when I assumed that the hostess was the hottest girl here. All of the girls were looking amazing.

Me and Patty drank together for a while, getting in the mood. The music was turned up and some space was cleared as a dance floor. Patty wanted to dance but I was hesitant. I got another drink and walked around the house a bit. I saw myself in the mirror by chance - the white mask looked really shitty to my black outfit. I found the hostess again and asked her if I could get a black mask. She said I should find someone to swap so I went around the house more. I found another big room with music playing. Everyone was dancing to the beat, but the moves were still shy. I couldnt just stand there, I had to move as well. I found a small group of girls and joined their circle. after a while one of them went into the middle of the circled and showed her moves. She knew what she was doing. After a few 10 seconds she pulled in another girl and got back in the cicle. Now that girl danced like there was no tomorrow. She wore a white dress and a black mask. While dancing, she was looking at me. Smiling. When the time came, she grabbed my arm, danced with me for a moment and then flung me in the circle. Now I know how to mesmerize men, but women? I was not to sure. But I still tried. I started slowly, using my hips a lot. My hands moved from my hips to my chest. Then it got faster (and too hard to explain ^.^) until it was my turn to get out of the cicle. I picked the girl next to the one dancing before me. I tried asking her for her name, but she signaled that she didnt understand and that we should go elsewhere. So we went upstairs. We chatted a little, then I asked her for her mask.
She said:"Okay, but you have to show me your tits."
Me:"My tits?"
Her:"Yeah, they look so great I wanna seem them. Come on, just a peek."
I blushed. But then I thought "what the hell, why not. She is a girl... so what.."
So I took of my mask and pulled down my dress a bit. After 5 seconds I covered myself again. She gave me her mask and said "see you later" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. That whole thing had me turned on. Then I had an idea. I took off the band, opened my ponytail. I found a bathroom and looked at myself. I looked like a completely different girl. I went downstairs again and looked into the dance room where my sister was. I didnt see her, but thats no wonder in a room full of white dresses. So I went on the dance floor. Here there were no groups, everyone was dancing for themselves. I danced my way through the masses. Then one girl next to me started touching me. I reacted spontaneously and pulled her closer to me. We were grinding on each other before long. I was turned on. I looked around. All the other girls were kinda pairing up too. Some already went for boobs. Some were kissing. And I finally saw Patty. She was kissing a girl in a white dress. My partner had lost interest in me and was already flirting with another girl.

I worked my way to Patty. When she was free for a second I touched her shoulder. She spun around and started dancing with me immediately. We put our hands on each others hips, pulled each other closer. She laid her arms around my neck and let her body dance to the rythym. She was incredibly sexy.
The grinding had me wet already but then, Patty pulled me close and kissed me (yes, this was my real first girl kiss, read more to that in the footnote). It was not a shy, innocent kiss of a sister. She went all in. After 3 seconds we were french kissing. I felt my juice running down my leg. I then realized that others were watching, all girls around us were looking and applauding. We stopped for a second, but the crowd wanted more. So we continued.

After a seemingly endless period of time, we parted lips. I stared at her. She stared back. The some other girl pulled her away and started making out with her. I went through the crowd and upstairs, looking for a bathroom. When I found one I sat down and pulled down my panties. They were soaked. I touched my pussy. Soaked. I started masturbating. First just the clit. Then one finger. Two fingers. I came, making the tiles in front of me wet. I couldnt stop. Fingered myself to another orgasm. Then finally I was cooled down enough to go outside. But first I reverted my looks. I didnt have a white mask though. I went out without a mask on. When I wanted to go downstairs, I heard moans from one of the other rooms. The door wasnt closed completely. When I peeked in I saw two girls (I didnt know them) scissor fucking each other. I couldnt see their masks, but they werent wearing them. Seeing them fuck turned me on again so I helped myself while carefully listening for steps on the stairs. When I was about to cum I got back in the bathroom and let it flow.
I wiped it up. In the meantime the girls had switched to 69. When I came back they were just done with that and started dressing. I had an idea. I knocked on the door and hid behind a corner. My plan worked - the girls stormed out, barely dressed and without their masks. I entered the room, looked for the masks. I found a white one under the bed, but when I got up from under the bed I heard steps on the stairs. I quickly hid behind the door. Two new girls came in. I heard them kiss, fall on the bed. Soon moaning. I started fingering again, cumming twice in the process. When the girls left I was exhausted. I left the room and went down to find Patty. By that time, at least half of the guests were already gone. The rest was sitting or standing, more than a few kissing. I found Patty making out with the hostess, Patty's hand under her dress. Patty saw me and I signaled her to come, but she didnt listen. The hostess was moaning hard already. After a few minutes she came, juice running down her thighs. It was hard to watch but I already had my fun this night. Soon after they stopped kissing and Patty went to me.
P:"So, did you have fun?"
Me:"I cant say I didnt ;-)"
P:"Did you at least kiss a girl?"
Me:"Well... does cheek count?"
P:"Oh you are soooo lame."
With that we stumbled outside and called a taxi and went home.

End of Part A1 - hope you have fun with this guys :-***

Tell me in the comments if you wanna hear the first story SAM told from my perspective :)

Footnote: I know, last time I told the story with Beth I told her I never kissed a girl before. I lied to her, obviously. But I also kinda lied to you guys I guess. But clarifing that in the last story woulda been strange and didnt fit into the story at all, so I let it out :) Sorry again! :-**

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I got to confess I do love sex but when I do meth or smoke crack it's a hundred times more intense I do things spontaneously it feels so good the drugs intensify it in make my inhibitions go down but I've got to the point I don't have sex with my husband because why he's at work I'm getting high all day having sex with anyone and everyone probably had 400 sexual partners in the last 3 years unprotected half the time I don't even know if they I have a disease or not but I get my drugs and I get my sex it's really turned into quite an adventure you'll be surprised if the people that get down and party and have freaky sex

So at the moment I've been stuffing around with this other girl on the side, she worked with me for a bit and we spontaneously started chatting about her past and my past and next minute we are dirty talking with each other, this went on for a bit then photos are being exchanged, I get around 10 - 15 photos a night but the winrar file I had them in got corrupted so I had to start again.

Shes ridiculously sexy and has an amazing ass and small tittys with really nice small nipples.

So the other night we were chatting away like usual and she was sending me the greatest photos where I just wanted to fuck her and she obviously did too but my partner was home and it was 1am but I eventually thought fuck it and drove to her house.

She opened the door and she said hi there, she was just wearing a robe with a bra and a G string underneath, I go inside and we immediately start kissing I grab her ass and go into her bedroom with her.

She wanted to go for gold straight away but i made her wait and pushed her on the bed and had my way with her by biting her nipples rubbing her pussy fingering her, she was absolutely loving it then it was type to get my cock out and she grabbed it straight away and started sucking, (fuck she gave great head)

Then I finally pushed her back down on the bed and slowly started fucking her with my cock slowly pulling it out all the way and then pushing it back in she kept wanting to be in control but I wouldn't let her I kept pushing her back down making her take it dominating her and not giving her a choice.

I bent her over and took her from behind, she was so loud screaming the house down and I kept telling her to shush because of the neighbours but I couldn't stop her at all which I have to also admit was hot as fuck.

I then lead her into the loungeroom and threw her on the lounge and started pounding away at her pussy where she came for the first time her legs basically strangled me tightening over me.

But I wasn't stopping there I bent her over again and started fucking her more where she proceeded to scream more and love every bit of it.

Once again I got her up and wanted her to lead me to another room so she did and we went to the counter where I fucked her from behind there but I felt like I was going to cum so I slowed down took myself out and stopped beside her whilst i fingered her pussy as shes bent over the breakfast bar/counter.

Then for the final room we went into the guest room where I just straight up rammed my cock in her and had my way with her again but then I noticed she was bleeding which was a bit off putting so she started sucking my cock then as I was about to blow she layed down and I came all over her belly.

We had a shower together and she wanted me to fuck her again but I knew I couldn't I had to get back home so I left.

Then as I was coming home today she was messaging me telling me she wanted me and I started thinking nah I can't, next minute Im at her house and shes once again in a G string (She didn't know I was actually coming over) she wanted to fuck but I didn't have the time so I layed her on the couch and thrashed her pussy with my fingers she came and I made her bend over so I could grope her ass a bit and slap it, then I left and now we are back to chatting and photos :)

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I confess, I lead a dual life. I am very average person at first glance. I certainly don't seem like the type of person that would find great pleasure in an altered state of consciousness. Or being at all concerned by the distorted realities that some people suffer when their desire to escape reality consumes their life. Only myself and my supplier know of the full extent to which my behavior changes when I am high.

I go from being a mild mannered person whose actions are of no concern to society, to being a a person who celebrates nearly all types of deviant sexuality. What is it that allows me to change so drastically? I believe there are a couple things that may explain such a departure.

Obviously, being umder the influence of an illegal substance cannot be overlooked. But, in my case, I believe my Catholic upbringing must also be considered. My repressed sexuality is finally allowed a chance to express itself, rather than feeling conflicted about my masculinity, and my desire to be penetrated like a female., I have a new found sense of comfort with my role as the receptive partner. As a male who was married for over twenty years, I am only able to be aroused by the female form.

I have very little, if any, response to seeing a handsome man. I must admit, however, that I do get some stimulation if only he and I are in the room. Especially if he removes his clothes. I don't even worry about being embarrassed because my penis is no bigger than a ten year old's. My thoughts are about getting my clothes off, and about not wanting to seem to aggressive as I attempt to swallow his cock.

At this stage, that I'd hope for some involuntary reaction from my penis. But, my subconscious is just not ready to allow me that level of shift. Therefore, my arousal is not able to benefit from the unbridled nature and cumulative effect which may cause a spontaneous erection.. But, knowing what I do about the physiology of the body, I find that I am able to "induce" an erection, by using the appropriate stimuli. Or Viagra works, also.

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