I love the female form! That ass is so fuck worthy!

I got divorced almost three years ago. I am a female, in my late 30s, and I have been married for 15 years, so I married young.

He was my first, if you dont count a few innocent hs pettings, and our sex life was pretty non existent, for the last few years of marriage. I have relived myself, many times, and eventually got sucked into the world of erotic forums, porn sites etc.

After we split up, my libido just jumped through the roof, and my online addiction sky rocketed. I wanted sex so badly, I have caught myself having these indecent thoughts about men around me, at work, at the supermarket etc.

Why didnt I do anything?

I am affraid. I have had sex with only one man in my life, and I guess I was insecure, so I stayed locked inside this cage I have built for myself.

Through all this, I started chatting with this man, some ten years younger than me, via this erotic forum. It became a form of hotting, with words at starters. Then I sent him some photos of me, without face and clothed, he sent me his, and he is a handsome, handsome man, so handsome, that I have wondered what such a good looking man is doing sexting a woman like me.

It evolved, i sent him some bikini photos, than partial nudes, and full nudes at the end, and eventually we saw each other on cam.

It was so sexy. He was raining down on me with compliments, throughout all of this, how beautifull I am, how hot I am, and such things are nice to hear. LIttle digression - I know I look good, and my looks werent the obstacle for me to find someone to have sex with - it was the other issues, I discussed earlier.

So we continued with this for more than 6 months, and it was hot, so intense. He was so good at describing things, it was like living through an audio version of the best erotic story ever written. Him, talking, made me climax every time, but looking at him through the camera didnt hurt either.

And he was obsessed with my behind, always asking for me to show it, and if I did, he would climax almost immediately. He would always tell me how he wants me from behind, or in a reverse cowgirl etc, and it got me appreciating that part of my body, and I did become aware that it does look good for a woman of my shape and size.

Long story short, after almost half of year of this, one day he sends me a message that he is coming to my country on business (we both live in Europe - different countries), and that he will be in such and such hotel, room number ..., and gives me his telephone number, for me to call him, so we could go out for dinner and, who knows.

I decided not to go, not to call him, it was all fun, but one thing is a fantasy through the weil of some anonymity, and this would be something completely different.

I was fighting myself on this one, I wanted to go, but I was scared, really scared that I will ruin it, by meeting him. You have got to understand, this was a kind of a relationship for me, something I was looking forward, seeing him online.

He was staying there for three nights. On the second night, I called him at 1 a.m. My voice was... I was scared. Asked him if I can come over to his room.

An hour later, I was there, in leather pants (god, what was I thinking), and a bottle of wine. We started going at each other immediately, we were both so desperate. He ripped my blouse off of me, and went for my breast right away. I was on fire, ready to go, like I have had hours of fore play.

And as we started to undress, I remembered his fixation, so as he was laying on his back, I got on top of him, kissed him, then turned the other way. I have never had sex in this position, so I was a bit scared, but ready to go. He had a condom on... And he came after no more than 20 seconds.

My dissapointment was inmesurable. He did try to get me off, afterwards, but wasnt good at it, so I faked it. I excused myself, and lied to him that I will see him again tomorrow, and told him it was good, it was all I was hoping for.

Never saw him again, not in real life, nor online. But this awkward experience was an eye opener of sorts. What was I affraid of?

Two weeks later, I met a man of my age, also divorced, like me, and I am having the best sex of my life.

I think this whole experience helped me understand a few things about myself. And one thing is for sure, I lost years of my life, living of sexual scraps, from my husband, later on, from online erotica, but nothing beats the real thing, when it is done right.

So I guess I may as well confess something of my own...

I've had a relationship with my step-father for nearly two years now. I never actually realized how sexual our relationship was until after the first year.
Let me start by saying that we aren't related by blood in anyway. After I realized how our relationship would be viewed, I did some research on it. Our relationship also started not long after I turned 18.

To paint a picture, my step-father doctor with a small practice, fairly devout and a widower, his first wife died in childbirth, giving birth to my step-brother. My mother was unwed when she had me and is devoutly religious, moreso then my step-dad. I'm a product of homeschooling and abstinence-only sexual education.
My mom and step-dad have been married six years this year and our personal doctor for as long as I can remember. I've come to trust my step-dad, I guess we'll call him Matthew, with everything involving my health and I usually ask him about anything I'm too embarrassed to ask my mom. He explained to me that 'hair' is normal, as are periods and female arousal.

The way things started was not long after my birthday. Matthew took me aside one day and handed me a little packet of pills,asking me to take them each evening at the same time. He told me that, while my mom looked down on them, some girls needed them when they got to be my age, to help with things like periods and acne. He told me that my mom was mainly against them because they had the added effect of acting as a contraceptive and a chance of increasing a woman's bust size. He promised to keep them a secret from my mom under Patient/Doctor privelege. I accepted them and took them as directed, not really thinking about it.

About two weeks later, while my mom was working and he was on call, he pulled me aside again, saying he needed to give me a check-up on how the pill was working to make sure there weren't any side-effects. We went to my room and went over the normal stuff, checking my pulse, heartbeat with a stethoscope, pupils, ears, tongue, etc. I remember he kept furrowing his brow like something was wrong, making me worried.
He then told me that he needed to double check some things and would need to do a more thorough check-up, asking me to strip. At this point I had never been in less than my underwear during a check-up, but I had no reason to question Matt, so I stripped down naked, feeling intensely self-conscious and embarrassed. He checked my breasts, commenting on how they were still only A-cup and I remember his touch feeling kind of electric. He then asked me to turn around and bend over, which I did, feeling even more self-conscious.

When we were done, he told me that the pills didn't seem to be working, most likely due to a protein deficiancy, explaining that Muscle Drinks and Protein Shakes didn't provide enough daily intake and that I would require a series of expensive shots and medications that wouldn't be covered by insurance. I was stressing out at this point until he calmed me down and suggested that there may be another way, but that he would need my permission.
He explained that the male organ produced the protein used in the medications, almost the same way a cow produces milk, and that coupled with stimulation between my legs, he could produce the protein necessary. As a doctor, he would be able to provide the correct dosage to combat the deficiancy and activate the pills.

Not much of it made sense to me, but I never understood much about medicine to begin with and was more worried about what would happen if I didn't do it, so I accepted. I was still nude at this point and he asked me to lay on my back on my bed with my head on my pillow as Matt took off his pants. I remember my heart was racing, mostly due to worry, but also because of my nudity and his undressing. When I saw his member, I actually thought how it looked like a single udder, except harder and a bit thicker.
Matt reminded me that I was okay, and that our Patient/Doctor privelege still applied, meaning that he wouldn't tell anyone and that my mom wouldn't find out about the pills. Form there he spread my legs with one hand, while the other started milking his member. When he ran a finger over my opening, I remember gasping a bit at the sudden feeling, only for Matt to tell me it was normal to make noise, but that I should try to make the noises into my pillow so people wouldn't overhear. From there, Matt leaned down, putting his head between my legs and licking the top of my opening with his tongue, making me jump and gasp again, telling me it was an old doctor's trick.

From there he continued as I tried to hold back any noise, sometimes holding my pillow over my face while he ran his tongue over a specific spot above my opening. The feeling made my heart beat faster, my body felt hot, my breaths were sharp and my back kept arching while my hips kept trying to get closer to his tongue. This continued for a few minutes until the feeling built more and more and I started to spasm, my legs twitching and my opening feeling like it was tensing and relaxing rapidly while I tried to muffle the moans I made into my pillow.
I lay there for a moment panting as Matt looked at me, smiling. He told me it had all gone perfectly, but that he was having trouble milking his member. He suggested that a woman's saliva would help and that I could milk it with my mouth, which would help things along since I would need to swallow it all anyway. I distinctly remember just nodding dumbly because I couldn't think of anything else to say and Matt asked to open my mouth and turn my head to the side.

The first thing I noticed was it's thickness and that it tasted like licking my fingers when nothing was on them, then a slightly salty taste that Matt later told me was normal, since it meant the saliva was working. From there he guided me, telling me to move my head back and forth, a hand on the back of my head to help me. His other hand moved back to my opening and, as sensitive as it was, it felt like it needed something more. I remember that when he moved his middle finger to the center of my opening, that I reflexively moaned.
Matt briefly taught how to swirl my tongue, to mind my teeth and be careful not to gag. Eventually all of his concentration went back to my opening as he rubbed the top with a thumb and began to slowly guide a finger in and out of my opening a little more each time. It wasn't long before I began to spasm again. I think the spasming hit the right spot, too, because I remember Matt tensing and salty and gluggy start to squirt into my mouth as his member twitched. I remember thinking faintly that Matt had amazing skills as a doctor to control the amount so well.

As salty and gluggy as the stuff was, I swallowed it all and lay there panting as Matt leaned over me, doing the same. After we got dressed, he told me that he would be able to provide me with the dosage as needed, sometimes more often or less often than others and that to help the process, that I should shave between my legs each night the same way I did my legs and under-arms. From there everything went on kind of normally. Not only that, nearly a month later my bust began to grow substantially, from an A-cup to a D-cup. My mom said I was a late bloomer while Matt told me in private that it was a good sign that the pills were working.

Anyway. That's my confession, I guess.

Hi guys; I have been looking for a post that was posted on"confessions", I think.

It was about a dude being at a female friend's birthday party(whom he had a crush on) and him going to her bedroom(can't remember if he was going to look for her panties or whatever). Then, the girl entered the bedroom and passed out on her bed, which lead to the poster starting to slowly fuck her mouth and, later, her ass.
Finally, he took her cell phone and found some hot pics of her(even some of her ass stating"this is the ass I so proudly fucked". I think I remember the panties on the pics being red), which he posted.

Though I am pretty sure he mentioned her being like 19 or 20, I have my doubts about posting the only picture I managed to save, as she looks younger(16 or 17), and I sure do NOT want to be banned form here. Anyway, looking at the file, this should've been posted around the 26th of February(or even before that) this year.

Thanks for any help... It was pretty hot!

I am a leather fetishist. Can't get enough of it. I love seeing the female form in leather, touching it, and yes, fucking them in it. Any other leather fetishists want to chat? Exchange some photos maybe?
Shared this photo of my wife before, but it's my favourite of her in leather.

Jamilla’s crucifixion

Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

I confess that I am going to aggressively downvote posts who have the same 5 pictures of the same fucking girls that were posted the day before...if I wanted to see them I would go back several days. Additionally, I confess that I will downvote the cock bags who make 5 separate posts for the same fucking female, especially if it is very obviously from the same goddamn set...these flooders are on my last fucking nerve. Finally, I will also downvote any form of forum 'necromancy', why posts from 5+ years ago are being commented on as if they have any relevancy is beyond my comprehension. I know this is a sub-par community but still, forum etiquette would do you fucks some good.

Some time ago, I met a guy online through sheer chance on Omegle, and we hit it off. We lived far apart (different countries, I in the US, he in Canada) but we still talked lots and grew together.
Recently I had the opportunity to stay in Canada for a while, so I chose his hometown. Needless to say, we hooked up, majorly.

That first night, our first date, I went from a champion virgin to 3rd base in the space of a couple hours. He couldn't get me off - I'm just lacking the libido and sensitivity, I guess - but we took turns sucking each other and exploring bodies, then settled in for the night.
The next morning, I sucked him again, but this time I was determined to make him cum. He eventually finished himself off with the help of my mouth on his balls, but I'm glad to say as soon as I saw his first drop of cum I immediately starting sucking out the rest right into my mouth. I suckled him and fondled his balls while he came until my mouth felt full of cum and drool. I moved up him and shared his cum with him in the most passionate kiss yet.
Showered, played with his ass, fingered a bit. I was afraid I was going too fast, so to speak, but man, he's sexy-fine with the most beautiful ass, I just couldn't help myself.

Just last night we finally had another real date - schedules and work kept us apart - and it was awesome. Cut to the bed again where we're teasing each other and stroking and just getting naughty, then we went to sleep.
We woke up and started messing around again, when I decided to do something I never thought I'd do: rimjob. That's right, I licked, sucked and kissed his hot little ass, and tried my best to get my tongue inside him. I'm here to tell you that a clean ass tastes... alright. It tasted like the rest of his body, I guess. I tried to finger his wet asshole again but he was just too tight, so I backed off. I guess if my fingers were a bit longer, or if his ass was a little more relaxed I could've hit his prostate, but as it was it was just a new sensation for him, one that wasn't terrible, but also not gloriously erotic.
More shower, he tried to suck me again with mixed results. Mixed, because while it felt good enough, I just couldn't cum like that. I love that he likes to tease and pleasure me and try to swallow my less-than impressive 5 inches, but I guess I just can't get off that easily. Ohhhh welllll. At least I taste alright.

I guess there should be a confession or two in here, so here it is:
First, he's turned me mostly gay, with his beautiful body and dick and amazingly delicious cum. I'm not full gay, I still like boobs and the female form, but I think I'm more likely to suck a cock than eat a pussy.
Second, I encourage everyone to at least try to rim someone they love. The sounds he was making, the whole "you're so dirty!" talk the whole time, the taste of his anus... I don't think he was super turned on by it, but I know I'll be doing it more in the future, so he can get used to it. Also, it's a great way to help relax the anus for more ass play. And if you're curious, I didn't get sick or anything like that from it. If the ass is clean, it's safe for a spit-shine!

Over the weekend the wife and I went to a bar with another married couple. I noticed a really attractive brunette that had long legs, perky tits (no bra) and a short skirt eyeing us. I thought nothing of it; maybe she knew my wife or something – didn’t care. Around 11:30pm the other couple said they had to leave because of their baby sitter having to leave at 11:30pm. I asked the wife if she wanted to have another drink, she said yes. Three more beers later I had to piss like a race horse and told the wife that I needed to use the washroom. Usually, there is no line for the men’s wash room but this time it was out the damn door so I stood in line, the urge to piss was beyond measure but I held it. I could see my wife across the bar, and the woman that was looking at us before approached my wife. So, I thought nothing of it, it’s just a co-worker or whatever. After a good 5 minutes of waiting I was able to piss, washed my hands and came out of the washroom to see both my wife and this woman chatting up a storm, laughing and getting along great!
“Hi,” I said I as I approached them.
The brunette woman gave this sexy evil grin – it is the only way I can describe it – sexy as fuck, like her lustful intent was showing right through whatever she was talking about with my wife.
“This is Maria, we used to work together,” my wife said, a little tipsy from drinking.
“Oh, we had the biggest crush on each other, but you chose him over me” Maria winked at me.
My wife looked down at the ground, embarrassed. Tears started to stream out of her eyes (she cries very easily).
“He… he doesn’t know,” my wife said her face flush.
Maria was taken aback a bit, “I - I’m sorry,” she stammered.
Confused by this transaction between this super-hot woman I asked, “Know about what?”
“I’m bisexual,” my wife said, “I like women too.”
She looked at me with sorry eyes, pleading with me – but me being the pervert that I am, looked back at her and said, “kiss her.”
“No, we’re married and I don’t want that,” my wife said shaking her head, seemingly offended.
“I want that, kiss her.” My wife didn’t have time to react as Maria stepped towards her without hesitation and bit her lip.
“I want you both to have fun,” I told them, feeling excited and nervous. I could feel the blood flowing to my cock; it was so beautiful to see this gorgeous brunette kissing my wife. Yeah, I wanted that pussy too – I was guessing it was nice and tight.
Heads were beginning to turn, and an audience was forming. I could tell my wife was really getting horny.
“Hey, you can come back to our place if you want,” I interrupted their bliss.
“um, it’s okay honey… I-“ my wife started speaking, pulling away from Maria.
“I want you to,” I said looking at my wife in the eyes.
Maria walked over to me, “I’m really not into men, but you are good for her. I’m glad she met you,” I felt her hand graze my erect cock, “seems he does want this,” she said smiling and pointing to my erection.
My wife smirked, “he can watch,” she said shyly.
I was kind of embarrassed and a little pissed off, this would have been my first threesome and she was ruining it. Yeah, I guess I was being selfish but I needed this.
We went back to our house, Maria took her car and we drove our own car. On the drive to back to our place my wife was starting to have second thoughts.
“I’m going to tell Maria no, we can’t do this because I don’t want it to ruin our marriage. I love you very much and I don’t want to lose you. I just want you all to myself and I don’t think you watching me with another woman will do that, I don’t think you can handle it.”
I reached over across the seat and felt the wetness between her legs.
“Yeah, bullshit – you’re doing this.”
Images of my wife getting fingered, licked and sucked by this gorgeous woman were racing through my mind. I couldn’t wait to get them inside, even if all I was able to do was watch.
Once we got inside, Maria and my wife were giggling – it seemed the mood was getting ruined so I had to get it back on track.
“You’re both sexy as hell.” I said.
Maria let her dress slide to the ground revealing that she didn’t have any panties on. Her pussy was shaved clean. She took her top off revealing nice “B” cups, perky small round pointy erect nipples. My wife’s tits are bigger, 38C but not as perky and bigger areolas. Maria walked over to my wife, “Let’s give him a show.”
As they made out in the living room, Maria stripped my wife’s clothes off her – fondling her breasts, grazing her pussy lightly. My wife moaned. I was so hard. They both collapsed down on the sofa, and I sat down in a chair across from them – watching. Maria was so beautiful, and I wanted to feel what she felt like but knew I couldn’t interfere or I would ruin my chances.
I was pretty buzzed and horny as all hell – while they had their fun, I unzipped my pants and slid my erection out of my pants and started to jerk off. I watched Maria work her way down to my wife’s pussy, which wasn’t shaved but had a nice racing stripe down the middle. My wife’s legs were spread and Maria knelt down, her ass arched up in the air as if it was inviting me to enter it. Maria’s ass was so soft and round, I watched her slim waist snaking back and forth – tempting me. I stroked my cock as they both moaned.
My wife shook with an intense orgasm within five minutes of Maria going down on her. I was speechless, it always took me thirty to forty-five minutes of intense licking.
“It’s my turn,” Maria said as her face glistened with my wife’s pussy juice. Maria sat on the couch, and my wife went down on her. Maria was watching me stroke my cock and licked her lips and mouthed, “Fuck me.”
I stayed in my chair as Maria’s moans erupted into an orgasm – her eyes constantly upon me.
“I missed you,” she told my wife.
My wife didn’t say anything and I kept stroking and I was almost to the point of busting a nut when Maria stood up.
“Your poor hubby, he’s so neglected.”
“He’ll get some, just not right now.”
Maria walked over to me, “you should at least give him a blow job,” she said smiling and pointing to me.
I must have looked pathetic. My wife walked over and knelt before me. She took the tip of me in her mouth, she couldn’t deep throat me but just sucked the top half.
“Looks like you need a little help with that,” Maria said as she started licking my shaft as my wife continued to suck on me. My hand reached out and I groped Maria’s soft tit. I could feel her hot breath and tongue going up and down my cock as my wife continued to suck me.
“I wish I could try that out,” she whispered to my wife.
My wife thought she was talking about sucking my dick, so she stopped and told Maria, “Okay you can.”
Maria mounted me. She spread her legs over me and I felt her hot wet cunt impale itself on my hardness. I’ve never had a woman so tight. She began to move up and down, I felt her clenching every inch of me.
“HEY!” my wife protested, but Maria took her by the hair and buried her face in her asshole. Maria’s soft tits bounced with every thrust as I looked into her beautiful brown eyes. She smile at me, kissed my lips and I could feel my wife’s tongue now licking my dripping wet nuts. I couldn’t hold off, that pussy was so perfect.
“I’m going to cum,” I panted, I felt my wife massaging my testicles with her fingers and licking them.
Maria quickened her pace and clamped down harder.
Pulses of cum shot deep inside Maria, I looked at her in shock. She was letting me cum inside her and my wife was sucking and licking up all the juices flowing out of Maria’s tight pussy.
Maria could feel my erection going down and I slid out of her. She stood up as cum ran down her leg. My wife started licking Maria’s thigh’s and my cum. I wish I would have known about my wife being a freak earlier.
“Are you on birth control,” was the first thing out of my mouth.
“Hell no, I don’t really need it – I usually fuck females,” Maria said with a smile.
Later, my wife was mad because I came inside Maria, and that I had sex with Maria – so I told my wife that she is the one that can’t handle it, and that Maria was only a fuck.
“Yeah, well what if Maria gets pregnant because of what we did.”
So I joked with her, “Well, then Maria can move in with us and I’ll have two wives.”
“I’m your wife, I don’t want to share you. It killed me when she was riding you. That’s MY cum, no one else’s I own that cum.”
I told her, “and I own that pussy, but I let you share it with another woman. Get over your jealousy. Of course you are my wife, and if something happens – it seems you like Maria too, I don’t see why we couldn’t all get along and have nice lives together. You can have as much fun as you want with her, I just wish you would have told me you were bisexual. You don’t have to hide anything from me – I’m very open minded, I love you very much.”
“If she is pregnant, she’ll ruin you, that is how she is, that is why we stopped being friends. She’s a little whore. She cheated on me with a bunch of girls, she’s no good for us – so get whatever warped fantasy out of your head you’re having right now. I wouldn’t want her living with us.”
This Maria woman, she’s super fucking hot – short brown hair, brown eyes, perfect body – yes I was thinking with my dick and I could have pushed her off of me when I came – but it felt so good. Plus, why was my wife licking my cum from her thigh? If my wife was so concerned, why didn’t she push Maria off me and put a stop to the entire thing? I think my wife secretly wants Maria to be part of our family but is afraid that she’ll lose me in the process. Fuck, I want both of them now and it is hard to imagine having sex with just only my wife. I want more threesomes; I want more of Maria satisfying my wife. You could totally tell from their vibe that they’re kind of “soul mates.” Fuck, it almost feels like we’re all soul mates – like we’ve all known each other forever and we are finally all together… weird shit.
In a weird way, I hope Maria is pregnant, and that she does move in with us – because I’d knock my wife up too lol. Am I wrong??? Or am I just being weird about all this? My wife totally could have stopped Maria from having sex with me, but she didn't.

This guy has been shipwrecked on a desert island for 3 years now. He survives on basic fruit the island grows but he knows it is very unlikely he will be found. So he spends most days staring out to sea, ready with his dirty red shirt to wave.
One morning he is amazed to see a beautiful girl dressed in a wet-suit emerging from the sea.
"Hello!" she smiles, "Been here long?"
"Three years" he croaks, his heart quickening at the sight of a female form.
"How long since you've had a drink of alcohol?" she winks. Then she reaches round and unzips a pocket containing a hip flask and hands it to him.
Narrowing his eyes, he takes it from her and has a long, welcome slug.
"How long since you've had a good cigar?" she purrs - and again with a hand on her shapely buttock, unzips a pocket and hands him a waterproofed tin of Havana cigars.
"Three long years" He sighs, open mouthed now, is this a mirage? He leans forward to light a cigar as she proffers a lighter..
He regards her as he takes another swig of scotch and a long draw ...
She is now looking him straight in the eyes as she reaches for another zip - revealing her ample cleavage..
"Mm, and how long is it.." she unzips a bit further, "since you played around?"
Suddenly he bursts into laughter: "Go on!" he guffaws, " don't tell me you've got a set of golf clubs in there as well!"

His satisfaction is evident

Think very slow before thumbs up/down.

See the being in the pic?????

I am asking the viewer and not using any words my self.

What do you see?
Male?
Female?
Mix?
TransGender?

What do you see?

Now think...
It was just announced in the USA there will only be male or female during a speech.

Do you care?
Do you think this way?
Would you want to see beings like this not be allowed to be who they are in life or even share a life with a being like this?

Does the talk of making all the resources a being like this needs to be who they want to be banned or made harder to find than it was bother you?

Do you still think who ALL is in power now cares about them or do they want them to disappear?

Do you support a side that is against non straight people here on this site?

Do you not like those others who are not male or female being here?

I see down votes on anyone who only repeats what was said by the ones who are going to have the power to make the laws that will choose the outcome of many here.

To me, a down vote on this post is a vote against many who feels they belong on this site and have a place in this world.

An up vote shows you want all the diverse beings we have and support their right to be here and have a life along side and shared with the termed "male and female" now declared as all the USA will recognize .
That's not my words.
If you watched, You saw those words spoken and YOU the viewer has a choice in how it all turns out be it one way or the other.

Do not joke around.
Truly listen and see the actions taken by sides who have shown they will enforce their will and views on others and expect total compliance with no other option.

With that...

Do you support all who are on this site and in the world to be here with us and those hiding being protected and allowed to be in the light with the rest of us?
Then up vote...

Do you not want them to be here, have choice and want them to go away then down vote...

I always have had an open mind and raised to accept anyone who is good and their actions are show to have care, love and compassion to all.....,
BUT reject those whos actions show nothing but harm and hate for others for only them being different some how in some way even when their heart and soul has nothing but good and love with compassion in all they see and do.

I vote up and always will respect and have an open mind and heart to others unless they show they do not deserve such ever by their own actions.

Well, Its the viewers turn...
Read and see what your about to do here...
Read and see what others think of who is here.
Read and see how many care and how many do not.

I can never side with hate and will push away and never look back to who has and uses it in their actions against who has never done a thing to earn such condemnation form anyone.

Vote up if you think one should NOT place people in high places who have no place for others to have rights to be here and with us in life together.

Please think before you make that choice here and any place.. Your actions do result in other events that affect others and shows more about if you care or if you are one with those who hate.

Thanks..
I am voting this up.

Okay incest, this is my story. All this happened about an hour ago. For you to understand my situation fully, I think it is best for me to explain some history about my family and I. So, i'll format everything into blocks, first talking about my family, then my brother, then my sister's and mine relationship, then the situation, then me. (NOTE: I know this could get lengthy so i'm sorry in advanced, but again, I feel this is what needs to be done.) Let's begin.

I have four brothers and four sisters, six of which are adopted from Ukraine. Within in six adopted, there are three separate families. Meaning, not all of them are biologically related to one another. I'll try to keep things straight by categorizing my siblings by their biological relation to one another. My first siblings, one of my younger sisters and one of my older brothers, were adopted when I was about eight. Since them two being adopted (they are related to one another (1)), my parents, through out the following years, took four more trips back to Ukraine (the last which in which we ALL went on); hence how my family became so large. The next sibling to be adopted, my younger sister(2), was adopted a few years later. Again, my parents went back to adopted my youngest brother (3). The finale was, when my parents learned my sister (2), also had an older brother and sister (2), we all went to Ukraine to adopt them.

Okay, lets now talk about my brother(1). We'll call him "J". I consider J to be my long lost brother. I can't explain it, but i'm sure either fate/god or whatever, determined that J and I would meet and be brothers. Ever since he was adopted, we bonded, and over the years, that bond has only strengthened. He is my best friend, and one of a very very few friends that I have. Fun fact: he happens to be only SIX days older than me. Weird huh? Anyways, we are very close. You might ask why I'm telling you about my relationship with my bro, but it will all have something to do with what is later to come. Moving on.

Next, is my older sister(2). We'll call he "C". Okay, C is a little older than me. About two years apart. As we got older and got into puberty, hormones started to kick in. Gradually, I started kind of "wanting" my sister. It started about 8th grade I would say. I would go into her room while she was showering, and wait for her to get out and walk in. I'd be rock hard to try and see if she would respond. I did that a couple of times, but finally controlled myself. Skip to the summer going into 10th i believe. Maybe the summer of my 9th grade year. Anyways, that summer, my whole family and I went to the beach, and stayed in this two story room for free, at this condo, courtesy of my dad's friend who just so happened to own it. Well, one night most the family was downstairs watching a movie or asleep. My sister C, was upstairs in her room, watching t.v. I went up there and it was like in the incest videos that i watched, at first just to help her get the t.v. set up. I ended up hanging out with her, laying on the same bed with her. I was laying down next to her, and she was sitting on the bed, with her knees pulled up towards her. I noticed her smooth legs and started to slowly pull back her Nike shorts she was wearing, to reveal more of her thigh. Well, she noticed. I said something like "oh "oh sorry, didn't mean to, just really liked your legs" sort of things. She laughed it off or whatever. A little later i asked if she like that. She said yeah but felt weird about it. I told her I totally understood and would stop. Well, a little later, she put her head down on my chest. The night ended. Nothing happened. The next day, we went into the laundry room located on the second floor. We didn't use this room, so we knew we wouldn't be disturbed. We began exploring each other. We kissed, and just kind of felt each other up. She was really shy so i was being very slow and gentle. I lifted her shirt, seeing boobs for my first time. I started unzipping her pants, seeing a vagina for the first time. Fingered her a little bit whilst making out. I was hard, and asked if she wanted to see "mine." She was okay with it, and I unzipped my pants, revealing my erect penis. We felt each other up for awhile but finally we left. Things continued like that the rest of the trip at the beach. She gave me my first hand job later. She was a lot of my firsts, and i was likewise to her. When we left the beach, we continued doing things. I eventually started showering with her (she had a bathroom connected to her room), but we never advanced past feeling up one another. But as years went by and we grew up, we started wanting more. I began sneaking up into her room at night. I fucked her for the first time when I was in 10th grade. She was my first , again. We continued, I kept sneaking upstairs into her room to sleep with her and would occasionally find times to shower with her. Again, things progressed more, to oral sex. We'd take breaks from one another, but eventually i'd cave to self desires and things would start up again.

Lets fast forward to the present. It happened today. I had just gotten home from work to find my whole family gone, except C and J. J, originally, was asleep on the couch downstairs not feeling well. I said hey and he groggily replied. I went upstairs to find C, getting ready to shower. We chatted, I asked where everyone was and everything, how her day had been, just chatter. The whole time, especially when i asked about why the house was so empty, she was giving me "that look." So, again, I caved. I went downstairs, grabbed a condom, and walked back upstairs to find C starting a shower. We kissed, got naked, and hopped in. We did the usually, felt one another up, she blew me and i ate her out. Then i lied down and she sat on down on top of my dick. We fucked until i came. We showered, I got out, and dressed back in my work clothes, just by the unlikely chance J was up. Well, that little chance wasn't so little. I left the bathroom through the second door, which led outside into our back yard. I thought I was clear, and was walking to the sliding door of our back porch, to find J meeting me. My heart skipped a beat. He opened the door, snack in hand, apparently going to eat on the porch. We said quick heys, and I walked past him. I felt sick. Did he see me? He had to. The look he gave me was one of disgust. I went downstairs and hopped in the shower, trying to cover my tracks. But what's weird, is he seems to be fine. At first, or maybe it was me being paranoid, he seemed to be really kind of mad at me, so I assumed that he must of saw me. But now, as the night has progressed, things really seem normal. (SIDE NOTE: When C and I took a break, C and J kind of had the same deal as C and I did. C told me that J would text her, go into her room, and do basically what C and I did. Oh, C also told J what C and I had done in the past so he and I both know about our dirty pasts. Never have we blatantly talked about it. Does this have something to do with it all?)

About me. As you might have guessed, I've never had a girlfriend or ever had any form of intimate connection with a female besides C. I've been the "nice guy." The "best friend." I'm the KING of the friend zone. I just am myself to girls, every girl, whether I'm into her or not. But apparently, me being so polite just winds me up being a "best friend." Honestly though, it never really bothered me, getting friend zoned, until my friends and J were getting all these girls to fucking fall on their knees for them and easily just kind of "hit-it-and-quit-it" type deal. And in highschool, there is a lot of pressure to lose your virginity. So C and I genuinely took a break. I really tried hard to get a girlfriend. And not really for a sexual reason, but I just wanted to be close with some one. Like how C and I were. We would just some nights lay in her bed and just talk about life. I just wanted that. To be with some one. To be close. Well, I got really close to this girl, and I thought for sure I had done it. I built a connection with her, and I felt a little feed back. Well, just like the sequels, I got dropped flat on my face, and she straight told me the classic "i just see you as a friend" type deal. Well this hurt. And i mean hurt. But that's another story. Well again, i fell C and I fell back into a cycle with one another.

Okay, so after hearing all the preliminary stuff, we are now to the main point. What should I do? Should I talk with my brother about today? Should I just not? What do you guys think? I value the bond I have with my brother and I don't want to jeopardize that. And please, feel free to ask me questions.

P.S: It might be hard to believe, but I still have A LOT more to say but honestly, I'm exhausted. Again, i'm open to questions about me/my family/anything you can think of pertaining to this post. Sorry if was kind of ranty and my information seemed to be splotchy, but I just needed to say a lot of things and still need to say more and explain things better.

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.

Im gonna go ahead and not be a bitch and press the anonymous tab. I am a fan of this website and i do read this stuff as well but its as simple as this.. IN REAL LIFE NO THE INTERNET reguardless the situation if ur a man and take it in the ass in any way shape or form and you enjoy this.. your gay.. there is no bi or curioius in real life when it comes to men. If you take it in the ass ur gay.. even if your gurl plays "inch finger" and u dig this your gay.. if a bitch even tried i would slap the taste out her motha fuckin mouth. PERIOD. Females have the luxery of swinging for both teams but a man does not. Understand if you take it in the ass this is called loosing your manhood.. if you dont get that then your gay.. lol.. all these confessions and so many fags.. im not saying i have anything against gay men but you must understand.. ur gay.. lol go ahead and talk all the shit you want but this in a common understanding among men in REAL LIFE

I confess I always I wanted to eat out a guy's ass. I'm really into male on female facesitting. No scat though. I really would love to eat all kinds of foods out a guy's ass too. Sweets, fruits, milk... To me its the strongest form of male domination and I love that. Although its really hard to find guy's that would be into it, sadly.

I am a 29 year old male looking for a female I can control.. I want to feel the power of having control of some one. I enjoy the thought of making you do things, asking for permission and you needing my commands.

What I expect
A girl 18-35 who is a 6 or higher. If you have to ask don't then don't waste my time.
Weight between 110-170
Enjoy sex
Enjoy tasks
Trust .. I expect you to trust me I do not lie and I will not lie to you.
Some form of private communication
You to enjoy self pleasure

What you should expect

Random tasks.
Respects of the limits you set
No harm
Privacy
Humility
Pleasure

This is internet only for now. You are not my first and I enjoy girls who are new.. my intentions are simple and clear. I enjoy power I love the feeling of it.. I have no intention other than to have fun between you and I.

Send a short description of your self, what you are into and what you expect. Picture are a plus but not necessary at this time. Other ways to contact you.. I have used snapchat in the past

Seeking a full-time personal assistant and companion, to serve the dark side at the highest level

I will become responsible for a special project carried out worldwide at the top level of theistic satanism. This makes it necessary for me to have a full-time companion , as my personal assistent for various duties, mainly in converting key figures to satanism. I am therefore searching for a dedicated companion. This is not just a partnership; it’s a complete devotion to a lifestyle steeped in freedom, exploration, and ultimate submission, where lust prevails and laws are flexibel.
It will not be easy, at least not most of the times. Your role will be very demanding, but it is also extremely rewarding. You will be in the known and have every opportunity to experience the reward of following the dark path and letting lust prevail without remorse

Age, Background and Availability:
You must be over 35 and available full-time. You have Dutch, Belgium, German or Romanian nationality and no restrictions for travelling e.g. due to past convictions . You have a valid driving license and have had one for at least the last five years. You should not have any dependencies—no children or obligations that would interfere with our life together. Your life before this commitment will become irrelevant, a memory and I want to emphasise that you should have no obligations to anyone. You must be willing to live with me, where you will be respected, but have to be submissive and comply with every request, always, no exception. No is not an option when told to do something. You have no conscious, no empathy, no remorse and preferably are a functional psychopath. Education at bachelor level or higher. Fluent in English. Ideally, you should have some familiarity with theistic Satanism or a willingness to convert, preferably from a baptized roman catholic or orthodox cristian background. You will have to converted if not already a satanist, if you are already a theistic satanist you know what to send in, if not please describe why you would want to be a statist, how you think about christianity.

Sexual Experience:
A history of sexual promiscuity and comfort with anal sex and gangbang scenarios is essential. You should have Chemsex experience with stimulants, preferably slamming, but I am looking for someone without problematic use.You will engage with multiple partners as part of our lifestyle. Al intercourse will be anal. We will record videos for instruction and you must be comfortabel to have sex in public places and churches. You should have no shame whatsoever. If you are on the shortlist of candidas this will have to be proven by letting me fuck you in a crowded place. You wil, have sex when told, with whomever I demand. You will function as a cum collector after which I will savour the cum directly from your ass, which I shall worship and will be my temple. It will be all about your ass, not your pussy, nor your dick if you have one and your looks are irrelevant, although you have to be passable as a woman in public places, because of our mission. You must have tits, not that I care but they are essential for the mission, if you don’t have tits you will have to undergo surgery at our costs, after about a year of service.
Because it is essential I repeat: You can be cis, trans, a sissy, or a crossdresser, but you must be passable as female. A photo showcasing your assets is required. Do not react if not passable in dim lightning, it is essential for your tasks. In that respect a cis woman would be ideal, but I doubt I will be able live with a cis woman, as much as as I Iike feminity, but there have in the past been very few German and Romanian women that could have been a fit. If you are a old menopausal cis woman we will block your menstruation.

Please respond by June 15. After that date, I will contact the candidates I’m interested in for a personal interview. If you believe you can fully commit to this lifestyle and meet the criteria, I look forward to your reaction. But before you write think twice and be sure that you fully understand what is asked from you.

This is a one-way journey—once you step into this life, there’s no turning back.

This lifestyle is not for the faint of heart. You must not judge lightly and be prepared to think deeply about your decision. It’s a rewarding but intensive commitment for life, as you’ll be actively involved in converting others to our beliefs. you will be treated with respect, but obedience is non-negotiable. Your role will involve worship, particularly of your physical form, and you will be expected to fulfil tasks such as groceries, meal preparation, and welcoming guests. You will not be one off the regular sluts that fuck for Satan, but my right hand, temple and companion, functioning at the top-level.

goddamn, fuck Jesus, expel the holy spirit
Hail Satan, Hail Satan, Hail Satan

Another uncomfortable day at gymnastics. I have to constantly be on guard against staring at what I feel naturally attracted to, since of course, every parent and coach can read my dirty mind. Is it only porn addicts and pervs who find something sexual in the sight of young female gymnasts tumbling down a beam? Dropping into splits and sticking her ass out as she stretches forward, pulling the thin leotard fabric hard against the tight, flexing, and visible forms of her asshole and vagina. Do normal adults notice that? I won't even look too long at the few who are 'of age', the guilt is so great. I've been asked to help out more there but don't think that's a good idea for someone who even visits motherless occasionally. just wonder how many dads at the gym are keeping similar thoughts to themselves.

I hear all the "stop the body shame" speeches females make and yet no one in their gender seems get body shame hurts who it is directed at. That means ANY GENDER. I do not see any change in the nonstop shame from gender OR race at ther other sides. Karma being what it is... Imagine someone who does care deeply about the issues you face and it hurts them to see others hurt and wants the same end to all shame unless earned by bad actions onto another.
Imagine you shame them in any open place and make the jokes so common that even tv and anyone shoots it off for a laugh.
It seems there is a problem of understanding what being equal is.
Do onto others as you want done onto you..

That means if you same someone then expect it back in full as you do onto a gender so you must want it done onto you, right? If not then set the example.

I was raised to accept all race and gender as equal and only judge who has done wrong to another in any form.

Gender and race are making them self stand out with the shame and looking down on others I see here and other places and in real life every day.

Where did all the nice people go?
Well, After being beat to see blood and someone fall to the ground knocked out to just see what happens and get a laugh from doing it and made fun of till I hid from every human terrified as no one including teachers or the school system helped do anything more than make it worse for me... Well.

I am a good person who ran to another to help. As a child I want to teachers who fell as kids laughed and truly asked what I could do to help. In that case it was go get help from the office in front of the school.

I would see someone hurt by others and ask if they needed a friend or just someone to talk to.

I was always thinking of others and caring...

What ever happen in the first day of 3nd grade to others was like I walked into some different versions of this world. My black friends told me they could not be around me anymore or they would be beat up being "too white" around me. My own race just got mean and if you did not hit back or hurt others then you were not in some click, You were the target for their hate and fun.

I was knocked out many times and almost we will say "ended for ever" just because they wanted to see it for real.. sick... Teachers said they were laughing after I hit the ground bleeding from the nose after being hit in the head knocked out. Shame, hate, beat,... that was my life till I got out of school.

I am terrified of people and all genders and race including and for sure mine.

I was not like that. I was not raised to ever think I would be done that way. I only hate who directly hurt me and no other...
I do fear as any being would anyone I do not know or trust well from all that happen.

BUT, I am not going to shame or anything someone I never saw do direct wrong actions to another.

So, I do not know of the other "good ones"... But I am terrified and have nightmares, My back is messed as well as the joints the doctor knows was injured badly back then.
The only time I laughed at the term "hard headed" was nothing ever happen from being knocked out. That was checked long ago after they counted up how many times I had been hit that hard.
My IQ is more than fine and no issues from any of that part.

So the shame and hate that damaged me is what happen. I am too terrified of people.

Figure al others like me who in the end DID hate anyone for things they never did and there is one thing as why the world may be how it is.

You can not stop hate and hate at the same time or hurt someone for nothing.
Change can not happen if no one puts that first as the main goal.

I am still the warm, caring, thoughtful, loyal, loving human I was born as...
I just protect it from being hurt to the point I loose that part of me..

Give me a save,warm,caring,loving place and the being who puts others before them returns to those who unlocked it in me by knowing I will not be hurt and I can trust who protects that part of me.

I wish I could have known who I could have been if it all never happen.
I was out going, happy, cheering others up,helping any time I could and always there for someone hurting and in need all as a child.

So look at the so called ALPHA and BETA or what ever gender and race posts here and other places.
If it makes me afraid then I am also afraid to talk or trust with ease any relationship. And with good cause.
I do not want to be shamed and hurt by who I am with and will not do that to who I am with.

Can you look from above down on all this and see how general posts aimed at a gender or race and how the words placed with that post is to make clear how inferior that person is in the eyes of who posted it can run off the "good ones" and might even run them off forever?

If you have a hand in shame then lack of change for the better was helped by your actions placing shame and hate on others making them give you all the room you seem to be wanting.

SO, All the stop the shame people... Stop the shame to all equally and who still does it is to blame.

I could truly love any race or gender.
If they saw what I hold in me and always provide a safe,warm,caring,loving place for it to grow and always love and care with warmth protecting it and it will give to who gives, will place first who places them first.

Is that not what was hoped for long ago by so many?

To find someone like that above all else?

Only change can make it happen.

That is if the human race truly wants that hope to come true.

Stop hate,stop shame,Judge only who just hates and acts on that hate to hurt others who have done nothing.

Parents were right you know...
Think before you act :)
Be well,Be safe.
Always care and love but never hate, shame or degrade others for nothing.
Change needs all to take part and not just one side...

Something I will never understand...
All the years I have seen so many types out there and was shocked there are some who on their profiles on the internet truly ask to be done like this and .... worse....

I have seen people want to be own,used,hurt,give all their rights over to another,be a servant,give all that make and own, they will care for and pleasure non stop who treats this this way.....

Why is it so hard to find others who would give and do all and take very good care of someone and all the above EXCEPT they just with to be truly loved,cared about,thought of,share interests,explore what's out there to share pleasure with who they place above them who sees all they do without expecting anything in return as truly amazing and brings emotions to their loyal love that makes a safe place to talk and share all ideas and dreams with no fear to see what can be shared and loved together.

I can not see treating someone making my life stress free and so amazing bad at all.
By all they do and with trust just hand over to me I must be loyal to them and do what's right with all of their being they give me....

By things I have seen and read how someone will just give them self at any time for the pleasure one the one who they are forever with, Why Is that not so amazing it drives the one getting all this to give love back in thoughtful ways?

I am not happy on the words next, it more of the actions....
Someone who would worship me,my body,anything I dream them to and they truly love to do so with all their being would bring a giving side of me out I can feel safe to show and do.

Take say a total submissive man for a dominate woman.
I have seen the men say they will work and care for everything and she controls it all.
I read where some say they need someone to guide and help them make choices but turn it all over to her.
The guys I read of are sweet,shy,loving,giving and even if they are huge it does not change their soft,warm,sweet,giving nature.

What ever the race or gender who is like that....
Why only for dominate people who returns all they do with degradation and pain that shows like the pic?

I read dominate posts of their life and all that's done for them including any nasty and kinky thing one can think of to please them as ordered.....

Why could some one just be asked if they would do something and be that amazing at it that someone like me wants to show I care too and show it in return.

Could someone trade the hurt and shame in for me wanting to hold them close with my arms around them and truly have emotions for them they can feel and see?

Could they be shocked and happy I out of the blue sit next to them and just softly touch them and want to try and be so soft it feels nice where I glide my touch and hands?

If I patted my lap and they sit on it, I slowly put one hand open to cover as much of their pubic skin as I can and touch their cock or clit (yes a true one and not a dick) having light pressure like a hug while my other traces light light air many places on their body?

What if all they pleasure they do like give oral just because I am there and they want to please me brings the safe feel I am giving to someone freely and not to a dominate who takes and never gives?
What if someone as amazing as they are brings a urge to do the same for them?

What if the normal they want is for me to close my eyes as they slowly give oral and keep me on edge till I cum and keep going swallowing it all and licking my shaft and all clean and slowly touch and off and on give oral and make me cum many times even dry cum...

What if that giving and not taking makes me ask if they can move to where I can also give oral or touch them in their pleasure areas also?

If they normally smile and ask I let them please me then I would want so bad to please them too...

They could see it in my emotions...

I would try and see if they wanted oral just out of the blue any time too...

But I need them to at times let me please them as they please me.

Doing for me from love and their needs and wants builds mine to feel the same to them.

Some times they could see in my pleasure I was also sad. They should always ask if they see something in me like that...
In this case I would tell them I truly want to share love with them as they are so giving and amazing..
I feel bad I can not give to them at the same time....
I hope they see I have real care and feelings for them....
I hope they let me...
I would love 69 with someone so great.
I would love to pleasure them too.
I would love for them to be in my lap my arms around them and touching them all over wanting them to relax and love all I am doing for real and never faking it.

Say it is a male or trans who never wants to change having a penis.
Say by being so giving as I find submissive's can be to others that I feel safe to let them do something that alone I have found arousing and know I can trust them to lovingly care for my body.

I ask they slowly clean all of me while touching in a way to give pleasure and they clean me out in a way giving me pleasure... Then slowly shave my pubic area while gliding a soft hand checking for stubble and working to make me smooth with love... The touch I feel when I do that makes me hard and my skin starts to tingle where touched and feels so good.

They then do the same to the balls...
My hair is thin there and can bee so soft and smooth when shaved and have places that tingle if lightly touched even of my balls are being held in my hand snug and gliding fingers in the middle and all over.

Then the taint area..
Touch there has areas that feel great too...

Then the area I protect the most and only deep trust can bring me to let them shave there (this is after cleaning out at the start) also and feeling the touch as they play and see how my body reacts...

They care for the skin in all the areas and use what ever keeps the skin soft and nice....

If time was taken and done with so much love and care I will be so badly ready :)
Might even see old-cum (I hope they like to touch and suck their finger my old cum as that's a turn on.)

I hope doing all that aroused them and they are so hard seeing I could cum with a gust of wind... :)

If they ask if they can give anal... A firm YES would always be what I would say :)

If they go slow and we can feel our bare skin touching as they are in my warm and moist (and might be getting tighter) anus and I cum and they feel my orgasm and it turns them on more, I want them to let me know when I get control over my anus how I can grip to feel even better to them.
They were so great for caring for may areas and pleasing me that I need to give pleasure and need them to orgasm in me as I do all I can to being the best feelings I can to their making love to me...

I would always like when they orgasm that they go as long as they can and when they know they can not much more then slide in more and try to stay in me as my warmth around them they feel as they contract to try and stay hard..

I hope I can feel them :)

If they get hard again I want them to go again...and as many times as they can...
I hope to orgasm many times but I am giving my anus for pleasure for all they do for me.

I will never be giving to an alpha or Dom that does as so much porn shows like that's the only way...

I am not submissive and will not be taken from.
I am different.
My best friend says with a smile I am like her but sweet.. I am her equal and inside me is some rare form of a dominate female bisexual like her (shes bi but knows I am pan and can love anyone who loves me greatly).

I have no clue so I will go with what she says... :)

I have limits....
But some I may bend if done with care.
Scat is a hard line with that bend......

Say if during cleaning and they WILL NOT smear it anyplace and keep it away from my sight and local to the anus area... Well.... If it would please them then they can give anal when I have not been cleaned out fully....

I want them to be happy and makes out bond even stronger and unbreakable...

Just care and keep as clean as possible and clean me well outside and in after please :)

I hope they love letting me feel the warmth of giving them anal...
Sadly I need it clean as I have fears I somehow over come and truly want to give anal as it is...
I hope being giving that out of the blue they run to me with nothing on and smiling, take me by the hands and lead me to our soft bed and play area :)

They undress me and do all they can to get me hard fast....
They then get on the bed and tell me they got cleaned up and need me to take them...
They bend over and pull their anus open and know see it like that and so clean turns me on greatly...

I never want to hurt so I slowly slide my way in bit by bit till fully....

I want them to guide me so I do not hurt them...
Faster? harder? how can I make love and not hurt....

As they let me know I make love to them and after orgasm try contracting to stay hard.
My wish is to get hard again and make love in a way they orgasm....

There are times I want them to not just want me to take them in a loving way...
I want to be on my back and they slowly take me in to them....
They pull their anal lips open and sit on my pubic area getting all of me that can penetrating then :)
Once all their weight is sitting on me I ask they move forward to find how far they can and keep me firmly in and will not pop out by moving foreword too far... I can help guide them.... Once they find how far forward and back thay can go then I want them to adjust for THEIR pleasure.
I want them to ride me this way for their pleasure...

If someone says you can not feel pleasure if you want them to do it all in a way it feels best for them then your silly... A dick can get pleasure from anything and that's just how it works :)

To see them feeling pleasure, to have them put my hands where they need them and do what feels great to them... To feel them get tight as time passes, to see their body and all react to what we are sharing would make my heart pound :)
I want them to feel pleasure from anal...
I want to give this just as they give to me...
I want them to edge if they wish on the edge of cumming...
I will see the old cum and as they have not given anal to me yet, I will take the old cum with my finger and suck it off and return for more.....

I want to feel and see their body...
I want to last..
I need to...
Sometimes I will ask if they want me to hold the tip tight to keep their cum inside and I hope they do at times.....

I need to and would love to feel them tight and need to not move as much to keep me in...
I need to feel their orgasm around me....
I want to see the pleasure in their body and eyes....

When they have fully finished our share orgasm and they wanted me to hold the tip closed...
(note... I never said I had to cum when I want them to be pleased by anal..)
They slowly lift off and take my fingers place holding their cum tightly in their cock....

I can now take that clean cock and place my fingers around and push the cum back so they can let go....

I take the head into my mouth and let go and swallow and also between their legs milk all the cum to the tip as I suck hard and I lick the head and under the head taking all they have till dry....

They also do that for me when the other way...

Add all this and the other deep desires and ideas into a normal life of shared likes and anything we do together and have a bond no one can touch.....
I want a full relationship and shared interests and all they give me to have I need them to be equal in what goes on and the best ideas are followed....

I want it to be US,shared,together, for each other,always.......

So.....
Why being so many types out there of all races and genders who call them self many things and place them self always below and gives all they have..........
Why not someone out there all that but needs someone like me to be submissive to?

Am I not worth all they would give others?

I am over 50 and have been the rock for family and all in need so I find I have nothing to give but what I am...

I know I can never be used or dominated or done as I see others done...
If my best friend treated me as she does her gays and girls then we would NOT be best's in the first place.

She needed someone and I was there to give my heart and shoulder to.
Never had she needed anyone or cried in pain.
No one had ever cared and so in her life she said she just is what she is but I broke past that.

I am her equal and she is mine...

If in this world so many things can be as they are then why not someone to be my mate I dream of and would fit in where I fail and I fit in where they fail.. You know.. We complete each other fully...

I can only feel a safe place for my nature with someone who never take advantage of it or let harm happen to it...
I hide many emotions and feelings so no one can use them...
I truly need someone like me...
Great love,compassion,respect for ones rights and self,feelings for others,smart,imagination,strong will to now sway and loyal to who they made the choice to be with and keeps that choice through anything and adapts to what ever...

AND never picks a side who would not support them if they are good souls ONLY because of extreme dogmatic ideas and so on.

I am sad my belief has been used to make excuses for hate...
I went on my own and looked deep at every page and in order of history not how it is printed...
Please do not dump all I say before thinking first....
If seen in true light, It shows I am not them...

I am Christian...
That means the last word on all is Jesus and not the Bibles history...
He care for people and broke old laws.....
I looked at all on my own ant let his acts make my morals...

I am my own faith and will rub so called ones backing hate the wrong way...
He protected a prostitute from Bible law...
That should have been the first sign some things were off that man thought he heard and should be clear is not should have done..
Some feels added..
In one place someone said making good on doing something to another with gold is fine... No way..
Can not buy your way to being moral and free of doing wrong...
That has to be bull...

All can be found if one looks....

I will not risk others...
I will do whats right..
But do not see me as others...
All who do no harm and do not step on others rights are fine with me what ever race or gender...
Your actions are what will change my mind...

Any being who will love me forever how I wish and how I love them has a chance :)

        I don’t even know where to begin.. this is something that happened earlier this year and I’ve only told one person about it so trying to write it all out to understand my feelings. I guess I’ll give you a little background I’m 23 pretty average life I guess I work at a popular retail store and live with my boyfriend. That same store is where I meet my boyfriend Ryan (not gonna use real names) over a year ago. Everything in the relationship is great and refreshing especially compared to the shit I went thru with my ex. But still like most things in my life I managed to messed this up too.        Josh got hired and started working in the back in like the warehouse area where my boyfriend worked at the time. I would find excuses to go back there and see my bf even though he was busy most the time. Josh stood out right away, he was older but also super tall like I guess maybe 6’4 and he just looked kinda mean we’ll I guess intimidating would be a better way of putting it.           At first he ignored me but soon he would make little comments, like oh you’ve come to see me or hey where’s mine you gotta feed me too, when I would bring my bf some snack or lunch. His eyes were different though, he would make the most intense eye contact with me and I felt like I was going to melt right there and then.           Anyways it’s a long story but I guess that should be enough background or at least that’s the most I wanna share on it. His comments and flirting started to get more blunt even in front of my bf. My boyfriend was still really nice to this guy even though he was a jerk to most people, he would give him a ride home almost every night even though it was out of his way. Well one night my bfs car was having trouble so I went to pick him up and guess who still asked for a ride home that night too 🙄 that whole car ride I felt nervous like I guess butterfly type feeling in my stomach and my words were mush like I know I must not of been making sense. Anyways we dropped him off and went on to have a fun night back at his apartment.       Well the next day my bf was off but I had to work and was clocking out for the day when Josh came up to me and asked for a ride home. He said his aunt was having an emergency and he had to get there asap but couldn’t find anyone else to give him a ride. I felt a pit in my stomach but for some reason kinda like flattered to that he would ask me and I’m honestly the type that tries to always help if I can so I thought whatever no biggie it’s just a ride so I take him home. The whole care ride I felt ancy like I have some nervous habits and tics from childhood and I know I must’ve been showing them a lot cause I felt kinda off.Once I was at his place he said come inside he needed to make some more calls and might need a ride to the emergency room. Again my gut was telling me I probably shouldn’t of gone inside but I felt in control and I wanted to help if he did need another ride.        Inside his place he told me to sit and wait on the couch in the living room cause he was going to make some phone calls in his bedroom. I sat and waited and then when he came back, he had changed he put on I guess these athletic pants but to me they looked like tights and he had a noticeable huge bulge sticking out the front he also had a tank top on. At this point I felt nervous and got up I all of a sudden was picturing my boyfriend and I felt super light headed and dizzy. I started mumbling words and kinda stumbling towards the front door and he stepped in front of me put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him for a kiss. My head was spinning even faster but I was also getting turned on, I had always noticed his sexy hands, it’s one of the first thing I check out and his were huge and always veiny so feeling them squeeze all over my body was making my body respond. I tried to kinda push off him cause I knew what I was doing was wrong and felt so overwhelmed but I felt frozen too. He was very physical right away, he started by grabbing my wrist and wrapped my hand around his cock. Besides the huge size the thing I actually immediately noticed and was scared at how hard it was, it felt like cement.The first words he spoke to me was to say in a deep voice I haven’t been able to get out of my head since, “why are you trembling baby” and pushed me back down on the couch we had been sitting at before. Before I could speak another word he had pulled his cock out of his pants and pushed it into my mouth. Right away my jaw hurt at how much I had to open up my mouth to accommodate his size I also was having a hard time breathing and started to choke. You would think this was a bad thing but I actually strangely enjoy that choking feeling and was getting wet at how demanding of my mouth he was. He started to say much more at this point. He said he could tell how much I wanted him cause my eyes were stuck on him like glue but I always looked away and pretended they weren’t. He also said and made me say much more degrading things especially about my boyfriend. But that was later on. At this point he was still in my mouth but I could feel myself getting wet. I felt a combination of scared, guilty, overwhelmed but also very encaptured by the moment. He pulled down my pants but kept on my socks and shoes. He started to rub my clit in little circles. My breathing was basically hyperventilating at this point but he kept having me repeat things he told me back to him and then finally made me repeat and admit I wanted him inside of me, I wanted him to take me. At this point I lost it. Tears started to form and I knew i was going to lose it but instead of losing it on him I gave in. I lost on myself. I said yes. I cried out and admitted he was right I wanted him, I wanted him to have me.  He pushed in and my immediate reaction was to pull away. I was wet but he was so thick and hard it felt like I was going to tear just from his head. He had an evil laugh and seemed to like that I pulled away, he told me he was expecting that. He spit all over and eventually put his heavy cock inside of me.       I immediately felt a tightness and fullness I hadn’t really experienced before. I also felt like I had to pee BAD. I felt so overwhelmed and repressed I was freaking out. He kept talking to me and kept making me speak even though I felt like I couldn’t control what was coming out of my mouth it was just mush. “It feels like you’re splitting me open” is all I was able to manage at first until I had my first earth shattering headache inducing body shaking orgasm on his dick. I was making a mess of everything, what looked like some sort of female ejaculation as the best way I can describe it was shooting out of my vagina, I don’t know if it was pee or squirting or what but it made a mess everywhere.      I never felt more self conscious. He continued to have his way with me. In a bunch of different positions. I felt like a rag doll with him. He seemed into making me do things he must’ve seen in porn a lot cause he kept making me lay on my belly and reach back and grab my toes and also had his hands in and around my mouth a ton. He kept taking his two big fingers and putting them in the insides of my cheeks and just gripping me and moving me around by my face.The whole situation felt like a blackout and fast forward to today and I still feel just as mixed up. Still with my boyfriend and tried to move on but there’s a part of me that replays that day a ton and now it’s starting to happen even when I’m with my man. That’s why I’m writing here I guess to say my story, admit and realize I do have this kink and to just and sort it all out 😩💁‍♀️XO

Mid 20's male form the U.S. looking for some erotic fun. I have a thing for mature females. Very openmided and would love to share some personal stories. Message me so we can have some fun.

I confess that I am a TOTAL PEEPING TOM and have moved into HEAVEN ON EARTH for me!! I love Hispanic girls and have moved into a neighborhood where everyone is comfortable and nobody thinks anything about people like me. There is a hispanic lady in her 40's who gets naked in her room everyday when she gets home from work. Next door to her there is a high school girl who has a 20 something sister and a mother, also in her 40s. Their bathroom is right next to her bedroom. I can jump their wall and peek into her room. And you can see through the wood blinds they have over the bathroom window so I've seen every female member of that family naked already.

Then the other night I was out for a stroll and from the street I could see into the bedroom of a younger girl. Teen to possible old-teen who was changing. I got up for a closer look and the see through window covering that was drawn is the only form of window covering there. So I watched her change this morning. I also located the window to her bathroom so I'm gonna try and catch a glimpse there, hopefully soon. Two doors down from her their is another girl. Goes to a junior high, whos curtains were open enough that I was able to watch her change for school this morning also!! Nice ass, nice titties, I'm in heaven!!

Enjo-kōsai (shortened form enkō) means "compensated dating" and is a practice which originated in Japan where older men give money and/or luxury gifts to attractive women for their companionship, and possibly sexual favors. The female participants range from primarily school-age girls to housewives. A common misconception is that enjo-kōsai always involves some form of sexual activity. The term enjo-kōsai first appeared in the Asahi Shimbun on September 20, 1994.[citation needed] In the opposite case of women paying men, it is called gyaku-enjo-kōsai, or "reverse compensated dating."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enjo_k%C5%8Dsai

My confession is that I have no ability or desire anymore to communicate with people. I have come to the conclusion that friendship in and of itself is one of the most useless and trivial things in the world. I spent 7 years of my life bending over back words for a best friend who doesn't even bother to ask me how I am doing. No calls or texts, nothing. All of my friends are like this. Everyone else always seems to have time for everyone else but none for me.

What is the point of baring your heart to people who don;t care to see it?

People just aren't interesting to me either. Everybody where I live is exactly the same just about, sure there is a few people that make for an interesting diversion but any attempt to hang out or bond is met with indifference.

My friends from my real home have all no doubt moved far beyond, and I feel now as if every relationship I form platonic or otherwise is simply a pointless diversion from tedium and has none of the real spiritual meaning I thought it carried.

I can't really blame anyone. I don't understand how to integrate myself into conversations at all. I mean, its like everyone else in life is reading from a script and everything comes out nice and smooth but then I come in just trying to angle my way in or find a way to join the conversation and everyone just gets annoyed. The worst part is i don;t know any other way, otherwise I just sit there scratching my head trying to figure out what to say.

I remember reading some random thing, I couldn't tell you the source or the exact quote or the context if I tried, it could be the bible or it could be Shakespeare but it was some kind of monologue from a young women who wished to be a virgin forever. At this point, I kind of feel the same way myself. I don't want to participate in something that is so trivial and ultimately meaningless. I rather never know sex or love then to have my heart broken again, to be judged as inferior and tossed aside or to be used as a one night plaything. I don't want to be the topic of someones boy gossip reduced to some drooling moron begging for the attention and affection of some random female.

I think i am just done to be honest. I want to be free.

I am in noway a racist, but in the past few years I have become unable to watch black-male on white-female porn. I love all other forms of interracial porn white-male on black-female, Asian, Hispanic, what ever else you can come up with. Not sure why but it just instantly turns me off. I'll will now let all the racist rants start

There are so many misconceptions about BDSM Relationships and so much more to it than many people think. And, yes, for some people, it is just about kinky sex! The Vanilla World people can see it as just plain weird or even think that BDSM Lifestylers are kinky freaks.

BDSM is all about the fulfillment of deep and primal needs. It is an act of love, commitment and trust.

It is not all about Sex. BDSM can be sexual, if a couple chooses it to be, but it's about so much more than the sex. A couple in the lifestyle could sustain their entire relationship without ever having sex in any fashion.

Many people just getting into the BDSM lifestyle may have had very limited experiences and dealing with other people who are into BDSM. Their ideas and experiences are often limited. These making many people new to the lifestyle have some very "unrealistic expectations" about "how to behave" and "how others might treat them."

A true Dom/Domme is someone male or female who chooses to create a structured relationship in which a submissive is required to adhere to the Dom/Domme' rules and standards. This level of relationship normally only comes after "long periods of trust and understanding that has been built between the two", though there are exceptions.

In the BDSM community, those that are perceived of as "want-to-be" Dominants typically throw around the term or title of Dom/Dommee for themselves. Many guys and girls choose to be addressed as such by their submissive and that is their prerogative, though it does not make them �A Dom or Domme of the lifestyle�

Simply being Dominant does not mean that a human has the mental tools necessary to understand the submissive psyche to successfully dominate them.

That being said�

There are two main forms of BDSM:

Lifestyle BDSM - This is the form where partners embed BDSM elements in their relationship in some way.

Kink or fetish (bedroom) BDSM - This is the form where people, occasionally, seek to use power elements, predominantly for their sexual pleasure, without turning it into a lifestyle.

Quite often people grow from "kink" to "lifestyle� with the complete understanding of BDSM through education and experience.

Those who don't understand the lifestyle, can't tell you what it's truly about and those who have had bad experiences will focus on the bad and forget any good that they had. If you truly want to learn about the BDSM lifestyle, one needs to find someone who has been part of the lifestyle in an active role. There are a lot of fakers out there who will tell you that they are into BDSM, or part of the lifestyle but have never seen the inside of a dungeon or seen the true joys of a scene.

ML is getting annoying - those fucking morons posting pics or vids depicting brutal atrocities can continue their twisted work while media with the most beautiful and aesthetic forms of the female or male body keep being banned. It seems that losers take over this site...

I have to confess that since I came across some urethral insertion videos on this site a couple years I have been fascinated with it.
Always been excited watching female urethra being played with and never gave much of a look at male videos but always wanted to try it out.
Over the year I read scary story of people who had no idea what they had been doing have very bad consequences with trying it out.

I never fund the nerves or any possible objects with a small enough diameters to test it out for myself.
But this morning after browsing the search result for urethra on here I came upon the one where a man uses the cable of some headphones and I remembered having some stored away.

Went looking out for those, the main cable still seemed scary big once folded in two, I wasn't going to cut the cable and risk having a blunt end and scratch the inside of my urethra.
But the smaller cable part from the headphone part was much smaller and started to get excited.

Took a few minute to go wash this cable with some rubbing alcohol, dried it up, then washed it some more with water to make sure there was no trace of alcohol on it.
Came back to sit down in front of my computer and watching some hot female urethral insertion I got an amazing erection.
Took out some water based lube and let a drop on the tip of my cock and let it gently slide down my shaft.
I then took the cable folded in two and slipped it inside the lube tube to make sure it would slip easily.

While keeping watching the video and getting more and more aroused I finally decided to insert the folded cable inside my dick, very slowly while keeping stroking.
Worked the cable deeper and deeper and started jerking it inside of my cock and it felt so good, I had no idea what to expect.
Took it all out and dipped it once more inside the lube tube and then back in my rockhard cock,stroke a few more time and finally came while the cable was still in there.
The sensation was unbelievable, I got to admit that the amount of cum that came out wasn't too impressive though.

Then came the dreaded moment of truth, taking it out and go take a piss and hope I hadn't caused any major damage.
That pee didn't felt any good and was burning stinging the entire length of my urethra.
The good news was that there was no blood and it didn't keep burning once I was done peeing.

I am not a fan of pain in any way shape or form and have to admit that I fear the moment I will wake up in a few hours and need to go take another pee, if I am lucky enough and there are no pain or at least nothing as bad as I felt the last time I might take another attempt at this risky action, I have to admit while playing it did felt fucking good, but the stinging pain of taking that piss after left a sour taste in my mind.

Perhaps I should just take the time to visit a store and actually get some proper sounding tool for this new kink of mine.
I would welcome any suggestions on how to safely enjoy this new fetish but it will all come to the moment I have to take another pee and hope the pain as already gone. Might not be too tempted to take any more attempt at this otherwise.

Sorry if this wasn't a story as crazy and exciting you might have expected it to turn out.
I will try and keep anyone interested updated through this thread in the coming days. For now it's time to catch some rest and hope everything is going to be fine.

I Think I may be bisexual. I have thoughts of sucking and fucking with men I've even given/received blow job with friend high one night but the thought of kissing a man makes me feel sick and I absolutely adore the female form and love sex with me teen girl . I even have a cock folder in y porn collection

I just want to share a story with you guys. Everything, every little detail outlined in the following story is ABSOLUTELY TRUE. It is a story of the trials and tribulations of a former U.S. spy, the rise and downfall of a former U.S. Army Intelligence Soldier named Eric Sykes. The story of Eric Sykes is broken down into multiple parts, about three or four. His story is that of not only a man who lost an internal battle with himself, but a harrowing story of betrayal that highlights the state of the United States as a whole, the lack of integrity and downright sleaziness possessed by U.S. senior leadership as a whole, on the Executive level. I may or may not be that soldier described. I will provide documentation proving of the soldier's existence. The stories will be broken down into about three or four parts. I would like to begin the series with a story that highlights Eric Sykes's rise as a US Army Intelligence Soldier. The following story was written by a colleague of his describing Eric Sykes's heroic actions will training in the US Army Intelligence training school:

"I was fortunate enough to have been there on his first day at AIT (Army Job Training). I remember him looking around nervously to see if he could find a friendly face at his first AIT physical training session. He excelled at physical training, that fact became apparent from this very first day. He performed better than the majority of us, drill sergeants were quick to point that out. We were the students on holding status, having just gotten in to Fort Huachuca, Arizona, and waiting to be assigned to a class. Some of us were here, unfortunately, from disciplinary reasons, expelled from our classes. It wasn't long before the drill sergeants assigned this very athletic soldier the position of squad leader. We were all jealous, we disliked him, I'm pretty positive that he could sense that, probably why he always remained quiet, always remained to himself. Admittedly, though, some of us disliked him simply because he was black and that he had been given a position of authority above us. But the fact remained that he was the best soldier for the position from what the drill sergeants could see, and the only medium they had was how we performed at physical training (not to mention whether or not we had some disciplinary problems). About as soon as he was given the position, he had secured a slot in a class and had to move to another squad to join the rest of the soldiers who had gotten a class.

From the very start of class, we could tell that he was a very smart young man. He was very inquisitive and he always asked relevant questions that related to the big picture. Not to mention that he would score pretty well on tests. It wasn't long before he would earn our deepest respect, some of our respect was due to the fact that he was a quiet guy, you gotta respect quiet people. Mostly, though, our respect towards him is due to four near-miraculous, selfless acts of integrity.

His first act of integrity amazed us, but really wasn't surprising because we were all submerged, from basic training, in Army values. Every soldier was expected to live and exemplify the seven Army values - Loyalty, Duty, Respect, Selfless Service, Honor, Integrity, and Personal Courage. What had happened, in this case, was that he had gotten back his test that had a perfect score in the header, he had scored a 100%. Everyone else in the class were given back their tests and the Army instructors proceeded to go over the answers to the test. During our going over the answers to the tests, our soldier noticed that the instructor had marked an answer right which he really had gotten wrong. Our soldier wasted no time in raising his hand and rising from his seat to respectfully inform the instructor that his grade should be reduced because he had gotten one of his answers wrong. The instructor called our soldier to the front of the class to see his test. He recognized that a mistake had, in fact, been made. The instructor took his test and marked it down from a 100%.

Later, our soldier was called into a private meeting with the Army instructor where he was duly commended, in the form of formal counseling, for his amazing show of integrity in class.

Our soldier's second act of courageous integrity occurred in exactly the same manner as the first. He, again, noticed that the instructor has miss-marked his test. Again, our soldier wasted no time in informing the instructor of his mistake.

This time, our soldier was commended verbally, in the form of informal counseling, for his actions. It was at this end that our soldier had earned the hearts and respect of other soldiers, his fellow classmates - even to the extent where the soldier was referred to, by some of his classmates, as being their "M.I. Hero". Our soldier found himself being aggressively targeted by female soldiers in his class. Two of his female classmates even expressed, many times in class, that they wished to participate in a threesome with our soldier.

The third incidence of a selfless act of integrity was, no doubt, the hardest test for our soldier. What happened was one day, while all the students were exiting the class in order to go home, to the dormitories, for the evening, the entire schoolhouse was subjected to a surprise shakedown of all take-home school materials for classified information. All of the Army instructors in the schoolhouse participated in the event. How the event was set up was that the students were sequestered within a particular area of the schoolhouse waiting to be seen by a large group of instructors. Once they were called, the students were taken into a room, where the instructors were, where their things were torn through in an attempt to locate any classified materials in their things. Once the soldier is cleared, no classified information found within their things, they are sent to a cleared room to wait for the others to finish getting their things checked. The whole experience, to the unseasoned soldier new to the community that they were striving to become a part of, is quite an intimidating and disorientating experience.

Our soldier was shaken down and given a "Go" due to the instructors not finding any classified information among his things. Our soldier was sent to the cleared room with other soldiers having been identified as not having any classified information among their things.

While in the cleared room, our soldier was putting his things back into his backpack and arranging the things in his backpack into their normal positions when he found a piece of classified information among his things. Dejected and knowing the seriousness of what he had done, our soldier left the cleared room back into the shakedown area to inform the instructors that he had, in fact, had compartmented information among his things and respectfully informed them that they had been mistaken.

To have been faced with such odds, to have been subjected to the intimidating, near-violent experience of having been shaken down by instructors and his heading back into the fray to inform them that they had made a mistake and that he was at fault was, no doubt, an amazing act of gumption and integrity - especially when he could have easily hidden the fact from the instructors and gotten away with it.

The fourth incident of his having shown a tremendous, highly admirable display of all seven of the Army values happened in close relation to the third. The next day, an Army instructor sat down with our soldier in a private meeting to discuss what had happened the previous day and to discuss the possible ramifications of what he had done. The instructor sat down with our soldier and asked him, specifically, if he had, in fact, taken home the compartmented information. Reflecting back on the previous days events, it could not be proven if our soldier had really taken home the information, after all, the students were intercepted while on their way out of the schoolhouse, not outside of the schoolhouse. The instructor proceeded to pressure our soldier, cajole him to admit whether or not he had taken the compartmented information home. If our soldier had attested, at that point to the instructor, to have not taken the information home, it would serve as to remedy the situation, to some extent, that he was now facing, it would serve to rid him of a lion's share of the guilt of having compartmented information in his take-home materials.

Our soldier, upon contemplation of whether or not he had really taken home the information, admitted to having taken the compartmented information home the day prior to the day of the shakedown. The instructor then asked if he was absolutely sure that he had taken home the information. Again, our soldier admitted to taking home the compartmented information.

Even though the Army instructors never showed it out in the open, they could not help to be, behind closed doors, in awe and admiration over our soldier. Nevertheless, what was done was done, our soldier had to be punished for what he did. It was decided that our soldier was to be "rolled-back" to another class. He would have to be sent back to a class that had started much after his class had begun. Nevertheless, our soldier remained completely composed throughout this ordeal. He wasn't at all angry with the decision, rather, he remained apologetic about what he had done, he acknowledged that what was happening to him was the direct result of his actions.

Our soldier went to his newly assigned class and performed well. He graduated and moved on from the AIT environment to his very first duty station - which consisted of a highly coveted special assignment normally reserved for higher ranking U.S. Army Intelligence soldiers, most definitely not for soldiers fresh from AIT, still wet behind the ears. Did the ordeals that happened during his AIT have anything to do with our soldier being given such a specialized assignment? We all will never know.

Again, I must say that I am both fortunate and privileged to have witnessed such noble and heroic acts of such an amazing soldier. Even though these accounts are those of a soldier who goes on to be unknown, I feel that it is only right that the audience should know who this soldier was, so I am going to go ahead and subvert any mystery or ambiguity that could be derived from this story by stating that the soldier's name was Sykes."

So, a question: What kind of porn do YOU want to see, that you have trouble finding?
maybe you find something close to it, but not quite. maybe you've found exactly what you're looking for, but it's either such low quality or the performer in it is so nasty or something that it's just not watchable.
So, in a perfect world, if you could commission a (LEGAL!) porn, what do you want in it? what do you specifically want NOT in it?

as for me?
I have four BIG fetishes I like:
Female masturbation
i like the narcissism in female masturbation videos. i don't like the "rubbing one off" when watching porn type. i like watching girls who are really into it. they're having sex with themselves, not scratching an itch.

Girls tasting themselves.
Fuck me. Nothing I like more than a girl, not just tasting her pussy, but ENJOYING the taste of her pussy.

Food play (not shit like spaghetti. i'm talking chocolate, fruit, whipped cream, ice cream, yogurt)
This goes back into "tasting themselves" and seems hard to find. sure, there are dozens of decent videos where a chick smears her tits with whipped cream, or jills off with a banana, but it's not quite right. Peal the damn banana, coat it with whipped cream, ride that fucker to a screaming orgasm and then eat the results! From ultra hard-core to the slowest, sweetest, most erotic uses, these things are under utilized. and good luck searching for them! Chocolate always gets you black dick, whipped cream gets you people being whipped and cum.... euphemisms so fill porn descriptions that you can't actually look for what you want to find!

i have 2 vids uploaded. one is one of my favorite foodplay videos.

Panties
specifically? clean panties. or panties that WERE clean until she started masturbating through them/in them/with them. I absolutely gag when i hear some chick in a video talk about how she's worn her panties for 17 days now and pulls them off to see them FILTHY and soiled. I have an oral fixation (should be obvious by now) and because of that, hygiene matters to me. I don't want to see piss stains and skid marks! I want pristine, clean panties that get SOAKED. And then, preferably, end up in her mouth.

i have 2 videos uploaded, one of them is a great example of panty play that is just hard to find!

what do i hate that always seems to show up?

Anal
I do not like anal. at all, in any form. and it seems to permeate everything! it wasn't that long ago it was a niche of its own. the fact that it's infinitely easier to find new videos of girls doing the most disgusting AtM than it is to find a girl rub one off with a strawberry and eat it really upsets me. Now, if she keeps it clean, and wants to do something like put in a buttplug? does nothing for me, but it isn't a game changer either. when she's dildoing herself frantically and switching holes? damn! that's filthy!

watersports
again, because of the oral fixation, waste is not appealing to me. I know some people with an oral fixation like things like piss drinking. I don't Hygiene matters to much, i can't get past how nasty it is.

dirty talking
mostly because most of it is terrible. if a girl is making a video for a specific dude and she says "i want your cock", that's one thing. she has a target audience, and what she's saying is for him. Otherwise she's just babbling stupid shit. i'd rather listen to wet noises and listen to her moan

smoking
it effects how girls taste. heard it can make her cunt taste like an ashtray. I want to see her taste that pussy and like it. no one wants to lick an ashtray

hairy
i don't mind some hair, especially trimmed. prefer clean shaved. Hairy looks dirty.

Lube
as in from a bottle or whatever. How am I supposed to think she's getting into it if she isn't getting wet?

fat, ugly, or old (or any combination)
why is it you can get an 8/10 chick to stick her tongue in some hairy dudes ass, but the only women you can get who'll fill their twats with cherries and champagne before rubbing one out, gushing the contents into a cup, and drinking it are over 300 pounds and pushing 60? (note, that video doesn't exist, to my knowledge. don't ask me for it)

Ok, i've written way too long. what do you think of what i like or am looking for? know this isn't "requests" but do you know where anything like what i want could be?
and what of my initial questions? what do YOU all want, that you just can't seem to find?
what do you always see that you're sick of seeing, or has ruined an otherwise amazing video?

Maggie's imprisonment Part I

    Maggie didn't know it, but she had been chained in her dungeon cell for exactly twenty hours. That was twenty hours of total darkness. Twenty hours of solitude. Twenty hours of painful restraint, forced to stand on her toes. Twenty hours of no food nor water.    Twenty hours of captivity. Maggie was completely nude, stretched and covered with sweat and dust, her legs tainted with her piss that she wasn’t able to retain anymore. What a shame for her!
Her imprisonment only takes a short time. The abductors must have cloroformed her, she didn’t remember it what had happened to her, the last thing she could remember that she was driving in her car. When she woke up, she had been tied up into a hogtie, wrists and ankles bound tightly and very close together, so she could easily touch her heels with her fingers. She was still wearing all her clothes, except her sneakers which had been taken off. Since her youth she hadn’t worn any socks, even in winter, and at home she was always barefoot. Her soles are well calloused and trained.
She started to move but it was difficult because her hands and feet must had been tied up for a long time, they were cold and numb. She hardly was able to wrinkle her fingers and toes. Her mouth has been taped up, and a bag has been pulled over her head. She noted that her big toes were tied together, a small rope cinched tightly between them. She was transported for a long time, in a van, because her tied-up body rocked back and forth.
After a while the van stopped and a door was opened. Powerful hands grabbed her bound and aching body, she was raised on her shoulders and knees, they carried her over a certain distance and laid her on a hard surface. Then she got untied, first the rope which has joined her hands and feet so she was able to stretch her extremely aching back. When the abductor frees her wrists, the cut-off circulation of her hands was restored and Maggie moans loudly. She started to move her burning fingers, her hands seemed to burn in a fire! Quickly a pair of handcuffs were closed around her wrists, firmly pressing in the skin. Her feet were freed just like that, also burning and aching like hell, her ankles got cuffed as fast as her wrists. Then the abductors removed the bag, so she was able to see them the first time.
There were two men, tall and muscular, wearing face masks, both a lumberjack shirt and jeans. They looked like twins, she thought seeing them the first time. She looked around, she was sitting on a table, placed in a huge hall, with walls of old bricks without any windows. There was also no notable door or entrance.
They grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up, from the desk upon her feet. She hardly was able to stand securely because of the numbness, they still felt cold. She noticed that her ankles had been cuffed with shining wide metal cuffs, fitting exactly around them, connected by short chain of ca. 30 cm. They pressed firmly in the skin, so every step was difficult to make and painful. Her wrists must have been cuffed in the same way, she tried to move them and noticed the hard metal squeezing the skin there.
She was pulled forward. Walking unsteadily they crossed the hall where the van was parked, and she was stopped in front of one of the walls. By using a hidden mechanism, the wall began to move and opened a view to a stairway leading downwards, lighted by electric bulbs. They entered the stairs and the wall closed slowly behind them. Her heart beat even faster now because she realized that no one will find her here.
It was difficult for her to went down the stairs, they felt warm and slippery, her still numb soles slipped away various times and the men had to hold her grabbing her arms.
They reached a small room, she was able to see some trash bags lying in a corner, obviously filled well. One of the men removed her wrist cuffs and told her to strip. Slowly she moved her swollen and cold fingers to opens her blouse, soaked with sweat, took it off and also the under shirt that she wears in the cold season. Because of her small breats she hadn’t used bras during her youth and her husband has encouraged her to continue until now. She hesitated by trying to cover her topless breasts with her hands, but the abductor ordered her to move faster. She pulled down her jeans and her slip fastly, unable to take them off because of her still cuffed feet. Her arms were grabbed and she was cuffed on her wrists again behind her back, the cold metal bite in the bruised and swollen skin there. She winced because of the sudden pain, but didn’t make a noise. Then one of the men leaned forward and uncuffed her ankles. The pain was intense, the skin there hurting brutally. The man pulled her clothes from her legs, the ankles were cuffed tightly again. She was able to watch it, the bright shackles were pressed firmly together, with a click they seemed to close automatically. The men took a few steps back to admire their new prisoner: At forty-one years old, Maggie did not have the typical body of a 41-year-old American woman. She exercised daily. She watched what she ate. She didn't smoke or do any type of drugs and used a regular regimen of vitamins and supplements. At 169 cm, she weighed in at only 54 kilos. Despite having born a total of three children, she had no signs of stretch marks and had no c-section scars. Her belly was flat and tight, her small breasts sagged only a bit with age, her hard and long nipples erected even more hardly. He touched them, also the piercing that she wears there since she was a teenager. As a young girl, with 13, she placed small barbells there with the consent of her parents, then she fell in love with her husband, who was her first boyfriend. He liked the idea that a woman always should wear a piercing in her nipples, so she continued since more than 28 years. When she was pregnant the first time, they decided that she should wear rings, and her husband found a perfect par, with a segment close that couldn’t be opened accidentally when the baby was sucking at her nipples. So she was able to breastfeed her three children with the piercings placed. They only know her mother with ringed nipples because she never took them off. Her two daughters were convinced that is normal for a female to wear rings like this and asked her when they will be old enough get them, too. With the years, they decided to stretch the piercing holes, up to 4 mm in diameter. She was fascinated by the idea closing them permanently. Therefor he filled a strong glue in the openings of the rings, closed the segments and later filled the small spaces with a solder, heating and polishing the rings carefully. He was very successful, since 13 years the rings formed am permanent part of her body, shining bright on her dark tanned skin. Everyone who has seen her topless wondered about the seamless and smooth appearance of theses rings and the way how they would have been placed. She never told anything about it, it was her secret.
Being pinched intensely, her nipples even got more harder. Her smooth and shaved crotch, yet a little bit wet after the harsh bondage treatment, began to wet even more. The men seemed to note it, they touched her crotch and put their fingers in her pussy. She trembled and tried to free herself, but the guys grabbed her firmly and stimulated her more. She got really hot and her liquids gather in vagina more and more. When they retracted their fingers, her crotch started to leak, dripping like hell, her juice running down her legs. She was frightened, reacting like this in front of her brutal abductors. But this was just the way her husbands had treated her since she married him, twenty years ago: He was fascinated by her feet, elegant, slim and with long toes. So he told her to be barefoot as often as possible, a plea which she fulfilled him without any difficulties. He like to tie her up before making sex, stripping her slowly and cinching soft ropes tightly around her wrists and ankles, her hands behind her back. Often they stood side by side for a long time, kissing themselves, her eyes blinded with a scarf, her cotch fingered as intensely like the abductors did recently. After getting extremely wet, he penetrated her always in doggy style from behind, then they lie nude together side by side and in the first years her bonds were loosen before falling asleep, when the children still were small and they had to care about them. Later he asked her to stay tied up all the night, he added a ball gag and some ropes at her elbows and knees. The first time she was not able to fell asleep, being excited all the time, so he had to take her another time in the morning. But with the course of time she got used to it. Now she slept without a problem, tightly tied up in his arms.
One of her abductors grabbed an empty garbage bag, filled it with her clothes and threw it over the mountain of the other bags lying there. There must many other persons who has been treated like her, she thought. She was grabbed around her left bicep, and lead her away. Her body jerked forward and her bare feet slid another time on the stone floor They her another time to a wall, another secret mechanism was used to open a door, that revealed another stairway, dark and humid. The men used a torch to enlighten it, they went down and she noted the warm and musty air rising up.

To be continued….

The Lowly Hand Job

Someone has to take up for it. I am writing in support of the hand job (Hj). I am a lover of the hj. I do not like to masturbate but a good hj drives me wild. I just like them performed by someone other than myself (Female). Now, I'm not saying that I don't whup my mule ever so often because I do. If for no other reason , so I can sleep. But it is a rare ocassion. Being an exhibitionist, I do enjoy spanking it with a female watching but that is, some how, different. The hj is thought of, by many, as just a prelude to real sex. And just like a bj, It usually is. But why does it have to be? There is nothing better to me than a good slow, erotic hj. That is probably the reason, in the past, that I enjoyed the Nashville massage parlor so much. Don't get me wrong. I love most all forms of sex that doesn't involve pain or result in jail time. And I like nothing better than going down on a woman. I love the feeling of shooting in a woman, where ever she wants it and the feeling and sound of a womans orgasm cant be beat. But I believe that I could actually live on hj's alone. Not that I'd want to but I do love them so. Now, I know that there are some women out there who will take issue with me. But think about it. There are many times when, for one reason or the other, you just don't feel like going through the whole sexual thing at that particular time. Why not give your man a treat? Let him just lay back and enjoy. No pressure to perform. No trying to hold back. No worries about pleasing you at the time. Just a slow, sensual playing with his toy soldier. Just the way he may like it. Be gentile unless he likes other wise. Don't forget the testicles and the prostate, if he likes that, also. I know two women who love to give them and nothing else. One is a friend that I've already written about and another is someone I met a few years ago. The friend gave them to me because she knew that I like them and, more so, needed them. The other lady liked to tease and see the effect on a man and gave hj's as a relief. Usually in front of her husband. Now, as unlikely as it will be, I'd like to see someone else's thoughts about this. Photo is from the second lady.

I'd really appreciate women's honest opinion on this please...... I've been smelling, licking, tasting & sucking on girls/women's worn underwear ever since I was in single digits. More than a fetish, it's been almost a way of life for me and I've had friends and girlfriends help me with it and share them together aswell. Some situations cannot really post here but my question is this... Is it a victimless crime or is a total betrayal? Or something in between? It's an invasion of privacy yes but it's also the closest I have ever (or would ever) get to any form of 'unwanted or unwilling contact' with a female. Any feedback would be appreciated, R.

A wonderful example of the female form 😘

Story: Arena of Death

Warning: Contains Snuff and Violence!

Sophie heared her own heart beat as she looked through the scope of her sniper rifle. She tried to calm down, but the 20 minute foot walk up the steep hills got her blood pumping, even though her 18 year old body was in very good shape. Maybe it was the adrenaline that kept her pulse up. Sophie tried not to think about the fact, that there was a high risk that she wouldn’t survive this part of the tournament. Yesterday she was lucky to escape death at the very last second. Today she might be not so fortunate. The other team might have learned from yesterday’s mistakes. This time they will try to eliminate the opponent’s snipers as soon as possible. Which meant nothing else than eliminating HER!

It would have been naive to think they would simply shoot her quickly and painlessly. Sophia was one of the players who was casted for her fantastic looks. The viewers at home watched this show because they wanted to see some good old violent sex and erotic torture prior to a kill. Sophie would make the perfect victim for such a scene… with her athletic body, her firm breasts, her sexy long legs and her angel-like face, she would have the viewer’s attention during a nasty rape orgy to the death.

Sophie had been fantasizing about getting raped and murdered ever since she found her uncle’s snuff porn collection, when she was a little girl. Today might be the day when her brutal fantasies might become real… the thought of getting raped and tortured to death sent a shiver across her spine and made her nipples hard.

She thought about all the contestants that were killed during yesterday’s round in this perverted tournament. “Arena of Death” was THE number one live TV show right now. Everyone was watching it, though some people had a hard time admitting, that they enjoyed watching a televised gladiator fight to the death. The idea wasn’t new. Even in ancient Rome, sadistic fights to the death were organized to entertain the crowds. This was just a modern version of this ancient form of “entertainment”. Since the organizers were competing with many similar TV and live shows, they had to take it to the max. During each round of the tournament, a total of 400 contestants were fighting against each other in two teams: Team White and Team Black. Each team consisted of 100 male and 100 female “gladiators”. The fight took place in Arizona in a large valley, surrounded by a couple of hills. Each round lasted for 120 minutes. There was basically no other rule than: kill or get killed. The surviving contestants got a 5-figure prize money. Some were in it for the money… some contestants were convicted criminals, who had nothing to lose since they were sentenced to death anyway. And some were in simply for the thrill. Sophie had applied for the “Arena of Death” in order to convert her life long prison sentence, that would have started last week on her 18th birthday. It was her addiction to violent porn that got her in trouble in the first place. When she was 15, she was caught paying for a darknet snuff live stream. She will never forget the moment, when the SWAT team raided her house as she was masturbating in front of her laptop to the live stream where a couple of girls were abused to the death; partly financed with Sophie’s money. Serving her sentence by taking part in “Arena of Death” was kind of ironic since this show was not much different than a live snuff show.

So, here she was, assembling her high precision sniper rifle on the top of the little hill, where she had a perfect view over the entire valley. As a member of “Team Black” she wore her dark “uniform”, which consisted of black army boots, a black slip which was barely covered by a black mini skirt and a dark sports bra. Her blonde hair was a nice contrast to the dark outfit. She really looked extremely sexy and hot… no wonder the casting agents accepted her application right away. Well not right away of course… like all the other female “applicunts” as they liked to call them, had to spread their sexy legs on various casting couches for a couple of really rough casting sessions. But Sophie never had a problem with being used as a helpless sex toy… she actually got off multiple times during the brutal casting orgies. She even dated one of the casting agents and went with him to one of the public execution shows, where they impale a couple of death row girls “dolcett style” in front of a live audience. Sophie loved it, when her date channeled his sexual aggression and used her as a helpless piece of fuck meat, while one girl after the other got the metal spit up her cunt on the stage in front of them.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the signal, that would announce the start of the game. The next two hours would decide if she would end up getting raped and tortured to death for the entertainment of millions of viewers, or if she would make it… avoiding her jail sentence and leaving this tournament with a pile of cash.

Sophie knew that the first 30 minutes of the “game” would be crucial. She had to shoot as many opponent “players” in order to give her Team an advantage. She scanned the valley with the scope of her rifle… but so far none of the players were leaving their hiding spots. Then she discovered a group of 6 male players from her own team, about 500 feet away. When she zoomed out she suddenly saw a bush moving behind her team. Three girls from Team White were slowly sneaking up on her fellow team mates from behind. Sophie tried to get a clear shot at the girl in the middle. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins… she couldn’t afford to miss… from what she could tell the girls were in their early 20s… maybe even younger. The thought of ending a young girl’s live just like that excited her. Only one move of her finger and someone’s daughter would be history… having the power to end a girl’s live had an extremely arousing effect on Sophie. She could feel her nipples getting hard, and her clit swelling up… There was no time to waste… the girls almost reached her fellow team mates…. with a trembling index finger, she pulled the trigger! Sophie could hear the girl screaming as the bullet hit her left arm… Damn! She was aiming for the head but the girl must have moved in the very last second. But the screams were enough to warn her 6 team mates… they immediately ran towards the 3 surprised young women and forced them at gunpoint to drop their weapons. Sophie was relieved when she saw, that the guys had the situation under control. She could have continued looking for other targets, but she was curious what the men would do with the overpowered women. She watched the scene unfolding through her field glasses. Now that she got a good look at the girls she realized how attractive and young they were. Of course they were wearing the same sexy “uniforms”, only that their mini skirts and bras were white instead of black. Initially she estimated them to be in their early 20s but now that she got a better look at them she wasn’t even sure if they were 18. It wouldn’t have been the first time, that underage “applicunts” made it into the show with fake IDs. The casting agents didn’t really care as long the girls looked hot and were experienced enough to give good blow jobs.

The 6 men in their late 20s did, what most men would have done in this situation. They forced the 3 girls to get rid of their sports bras and mini skirts. The teen girls complied immediately… In fact the pretty brunette obviously tried to save her life by offering sex to the men. She played with her firm breasts and pulled down her slip to give the guys a peek at her shaved teenage pussy. It was obvious, that the men didn’t respond in the way this little bitch hoped. They humiliated her, by laughing at her poor attempt to fuck herself out of this situation. The guys didn’t have any time to waste, so instead of listening to the girl’s pathetic pleads to let them live, three of them forced the teenies to blow their hard cocks on all fours while the other 3 men would play with their exposed pussies. One guy enjoyed pressing the blade of his army knife against her thighs… slowly moving the blade up to her crotch, pushing her slip to the side and sliding the dull side of the blade between her pussy lips. The little blond one was being fucked in her ass with the muzzle of gun. And the girl who got shot in the arm had her shaved cunt roughed up by the large fingers of the guy standing behind her. When he was done pulling her cunt lips violently apart, fingering her with four fingers at once and giving her a couple of strong slaps on her clit, he finally pushed his hard cock deep inside her tight teen cunt. The other guys followed his lead and a violent rape orgy emerged in front of Sophie’s eyes. Watching those 3 petite teen sluts getting roughed up, chocked, beaten, kicked, raped and abused was a real turn on for Sophie and she couldn’t resist taking care of her own itching pussy. With each second the ultra brutal gang rape became more and more violent. This wasn’t a fucking BDSM fuck… there was no point in being careful not to inflict permanent injuries… there was no fucking “safe word”… this was a DEATH FUCK! The real violence started, once the men shot their hot semen inside or onto the helpless fuck meat. Now it was time to figure out, what other objects could be used to penetrate 3 helpless teenage vaginas… After violating the girls’ exposed sex organs with various oversized or sharp objects, it was time to finish the girls off. Sophie almost climaxed when she saw one of the guys approaching the little blonde one with a signal rocket. While three other men held her down and pulled her legs apart, he positioned the lower side of the rocket towards her abused crotch. The remaining two guys forced the other two girls at gunpoint to take turns burning each other’s clits with a cigarette lighter. After a terrifying countdown he ignited the signal rocket right in front of the poor little blonde’s teen pussy… the more than 1000 degree hot magnesium flame completely burned the girls crotch including her pussy lips and clit. Then he pushed the burning rocket inside her little fuck hole and enjoyed her screams. At this point Sophie had two ultra intense orgasms in a row. As she slowly recovered from her last climax she saw the two remaining girls having their sex organs completely destroyed with a couple of close shotgun shots right between their legs. Sophie had the honour of taking the girls out of their misery with three precise sniper shots to their heads.

Sophie realised that she spent way to much time watching the brutal termination of the three unfortunate girls. Using the field glasses she searched for her next targets. She saw several almost identical scenes, in which male players lived out their violent sex and snuff fantasies on unfortunate female opponents. After all that’s what most viewers wanted to see when they tuned in to “Arena of Death”.

But her job wasn’t to enjoy the “show” but to help her team win this inhumane competition. So she tried her best to support her team by taking out opponents before they could harm her fellow team players. For example, she managed to save a couple of girls of her own team before the Team White players were able to ignite the dynamite sticks in their asses. But there was nothing she could do for the three female Team Black players that were just starting to slide down on wooden impalement poles in their destroyed vaginas. All she could do for them was a quick shot to their heads to take them out of their misery.

Sophie really had fun shooting 8 male Team White players that were just engaging in a ultra brutal gang rape of a couple of fellow Team Black girls. Those idiots didn’t even try to run for cover, when Sophie popped the head of the first guy. Apparently the remaining 7 men were so occupied with gang raping the Team Black girls, that nothing could stop them. Sophie enjoyed shooting two guys who were just wanking their cocks. The second guy even climaxed and shot his semen over the girls face right after Sophie’s bullet hit him in his stomache. When he tumbled to the ground, Sophie couldn’t resist to shoot him again… right into his balls!

Only a minute later, Sophie was surprised to see how sadistic a couple of Team White bitches were treating a bunch of fellow male Team Black players. The 4 men where bound to the ground, stripped naked while 7 young sluts teased the guys by massaging and licking their cocks. Sophie had heard about those sadistic games, in which the young woman threatened to torture and kill the guys if they should get an involuntary erection. It’s a cruel game since it’s almost impossible to avoid getting a hardon when a hot 19year old knows how to treat your cock right. In the next step the girls basically rape the guys by riding their involuntary aroused cocks while pointing a gun at them. In some cases, they threaten to kill the guy the second he cums. In other cases they ride his hard cock and threaten to kill him, as soon as he can’t keep it up. Sophie enjoyed shooting the horny bitches right during or even shortly before getting off. Even after she popped the first two girls, some of the remaining sluts kept pleasuring themselves. It was almost as if those horny cunts were turned on by the fact that a sniper was aiming at them… One brunette girl in her mid-twenties even kept rubbing her clit after Sophie popped a bullet in her knee. Being so eager to climax, Sophie granted her a very last orgasm, before shooting her right in her twitching fuck hole.

The longer the sexual slaughtering between the two teams went on, the more Sophie enjoyed the spectacle from her comfortable position. So far, none of the Team White players had found her hiding spot. She started to think that she might actually make it, and that she could as well enjoy the “show”. She took turns shooting Team White members and pleasuring herself violently to countless orgasms. In order to cum again she needed an even more intense kick… that’s why she didn’t even bother any more trying to support her team…. For example she could have easily saved four of her fellow female team mates from having their cunts whipped, but she preferred watching the pretty girls having their crotches whipped to pulp with heavy barbed steel chains. And watching those 6 other fellow team members getting forced to play “Russian Pussy Roulette” with a loaded revolver was such a turn on, that she decided to wait until the first unfortunate girl would hit a chamber with a bullet and blow her own crotch up.

Only 25 minutes left until the end of the game. And so far nobody even came near Sophie’s hiding spot. Completely exhausted from the 1,5 hour killing- and masturbation orgy, Sophie rested in the grass… completely naked and not very ladylike with obscenely opened legs. She enjoyed the sunrays drying her pussy juices on her red and sore cunt lips and clit. The distant screams and the gun shots from the valley started to sound like an ambient and soothing sound. As Sophie closed her eyes, pictures from the various fights and death tortures popped up in her brain. Her mind tried to process the vast amount of violence, pain, sex and death that she witnessed over the last 90 minutes. It was like her brain tried to compile a “best-of-video” of the most erotic and exciting scenes. And once again her young und obviously unsatisfiable body reacted in the way it always reacted to this kind of mental stimulation. She felt that tingling sensation between her legs, as the blood rushed once again into her 18-year-old sex organ… Her sore clit burned and she felt a little pain as she carefully pressed her fingers against it. The harder she pressed, the more pain she felt. She thought of all the girls that had to endure the ultimate pain of the total destruction of their female body parts. She asked herself: How does it feel getting your cunt lips torn violently apart… There was only one way to find out… it felt so intense as she squeezed her sore pussy lips between her fingers and started to pull them apart… the pain felt exhilarating… she squeezed her cunt lips as hard as she could and pulled them out as far as they would go… the pain felt so fucking good!

She was close to another painful orgasm, as she suddenly heard something. When she opened her eyes, she stared into the muzzles of 3 male Team White players. They had finally found her… Only 18 more minutes and she would have made it. Sophie felt the panic rising inside of her. The adrenaline shot through her veins and she was completely frozen in shock and panic. She didn’t even try to cover up her obscenely spread pussy… The three muscular men in their late 20s obviously were surprised to see this 18 year old gorgeous innocent looking cutie, lying next to her rifle, slip and miniskirt, furiously masturbating her red and sore teenage pussy. There was no point in telling her to strip naked and spread her legs, like they did with the last 7 female players, they caught. It looked like this horny bitch was just waiting for them. They didn’t waste much time… meanwhile they were a rehearsed team: two guys held her down and pulled her legs apart, while the third guy would get to “play” with her… and even though he obviously had some “play time” already today, his cock was rock hard. Taking tons of Viagra before playing “Arena of Death” was a given. Now it was time to make use of the constantly erect cocks… The three men took turns raping Sophie’s petite body over and over again. Unfortunately they had only 17 minutes left to play with her, until this round of the game was over. They tried to make the most of it… penetrating her in every imaginable way in the most violent ways possible. In the beginning Sophie was terrified and the thought of being about to get killed kept her from enjoying the rough fuck. But after 10 minutes of violent penetration her body reacted in the only way possible: She gave in to the brutal treatment… eager to spread her legs, open her mouth, pulling apart her ass cheeks in order to receive the ultra violent penetration and insemination that would give her another couple of painful orgasms.

In the minute before the end of the game, two of the men bound her legs backwards to her arms. Then they lifted her up, while the third man was holding her sniper rifle upright on the ground. As she saw the upright rifle beneath her open legs, she knew it was time to die now. Slowly the lowered her over the tip of the muzzle and inserted it between her cum dripping pussy lips… then they slowly lowered her down so that the rifle would impale her abused vagina. The pain as the tip of the muzzle crushed through her cervix was breath taking… she couldn’t even scream… They played with her body by moving her up and down…. practically fucking her on the upright rifle… and only 10 seconds before the end of the game the guy holding the rifle pulled the trigger… The bullets tearing through Sophies body and exiting through her beck didn’t kill her instantly…. He had to fire 8 more painful shots until everything went black around her…

The END

As a helpful assistant, I have taken it upon myself to explore the fascinating history of crossdresser clothing for men. Crossdressing is a practice that has been around for centuries and has always been a topic of controversy. In this blog post, we will delve into the origins of crossdressing, the different types of crossdressing, and how it has impacted society.

Introduction to Crossdressing
Crossdressing is the act of wearing clothing that is typically associated with the opposite gender. This practice is not limited to any specific culture or time period and has been prevalent throughout history. Crossdressing can be seen as a form of self-expression, a way to challenge gender norms, or simply a source of pleasure.

The History of Crossdressing and Crossdresser Clothing for Men
The history of crossdressing dates back to ancient times. In Greece, men would perform in plays wearing women's clothing. In Japan, male actors would play female roles in Kabuki theater. In Europe during the Renaissance period, crossdressing was a popular form of entertainment. Women were not allowed to perform on stage, so men would dress up as women and perform in plays.

During the 19th and 20th centuries, crossdressing became more common in the LGBTQ+ community. Men who identified as gay or transgender would often crossdress as a way to express their gender identity. Crossdressing also became a form of protest against the gender binary and societal norms.

Types of Crossdressing - Sexual, Non-Sexual, and Gender Identity
There are three main types of crossdressing: sexual, non-sexual, and gender identity. Sexual crossdressing is when a person dresses up in clothing of the opposite gender for sexual pleasure. Non-sexual crossdressing is when a person fetish wears clothing of the opposite gender for other reasons such as self-expression, entertainment, or comfort. Gender identity crossdressing is when a person dresses up in clothing of the opposite gender to express their gender identity.

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.

So I'm trying to write an audio script for a performer I fancy but I obviously lack any female perspective. I like what I have so far, but think with feedback it could be quit hot. I have some further adventures in mind, so want to keep the "no touch" going through this one. I would appreciate any feedback or suggestions.

I'm Lucy, a single mother of 3.  Due to my deadbeat ex-husband, I can't afford an apartment alone, so I have a roomate.  My roommate Kevin, is a slim effeminate black man, who I thought was gay.... but I was wrong.

Yesterday I got off work early and came home. I heard something coming from down the hall, Kevin's door was open. I looked in to see him with his tiny cock in his hand holding my dirty panties to his face while he inhaled my musky scent.  

"Kevin!" I exclaimed, shocked, (but getting a bit aroused), "What are you doing?"

"Uh, uh, nothing" he stammered as he tried to hide my panties then his cock.

"Is this why my panties keep disappearing?" I asked, feelling my pussy getting wetter.  

"Uh shit! Can you close my door, I'll get dressed and come right out" He answered.

"I'm not closing the door, but you will be cumming soon"  I said, the panties I'm currently wearing are getting moister by the moment.

"They keep going missing, and I've been trying to figure out what is happening to them, now I want to see first hand"

"But, but" Kevin stuttered, utterly embarrassed.

"No buts.  I want you to keep going, and I'm going to watch."  I unbuttoned my dress and stepped out of it wearing only my bra and panties with a growing wetspot.

His tiny cock was getting hard again. "I can tell you like what you see" His eyes moved toward the growing wetspot in my panties  "I like what I see" I said removing my bra letting my 36C breasts drop out, "Do you need a fresh, wet pair of these too?" I asked removing my panties sensually and holding them out to him.

"I want to watch you jerk that cock and I'm going to masturbate while you do.  I want you to watch, and smell my juices, but you can't touch." I said

His face alternated between embarrassment and lust.  He slowly reached for my panties and brought them to his face (seemingly
forgetting he had been hiding his little prick

As he brought them to his face, the lust took over, his little cock sprung erect, and his hand moved to it.

"ughhh!" a moan escaped his mouth.

He started to stroke it up and down, and I could see the pleasure building up inside him. This is going to be so fucking good! I can feel it!" he groaned as he increased the speed and power behind his strokes. His balls were tightening.
"Hold up! Not yet,   I want to cum with you" I sat on the chair across from him and spread my legs feeling the cool air caress my clit.

I slowly started to rub my clit and insert a finger into my pussy. and brought it to my mouth.

"Mmmmmmm, taste so good" I moaned.

He stuck his tongue out and licked my wet panties. "MMMMMM" he agrees.

As I feel my orgasm building,  he lifts his head and looks directly at me. His eyes are open wide, he is breathing hard and he moves his cock in a circular motion, his little old-cum smearing around as he jerks it. He is so close.

"Shit!" he moaned as he shot his load. The puddle formed on his tight abs as he shot his cum,  his  little dick deflating.

My pussy felt like it was wetting itself in pleasure as he stared at me. I heard my voice say "Kevin!" as the orgasm rocked my whole being and I squirted so hard it streamed across the room and mixed in the puddle of cum on his stomach, and his pecker gave signs of coming back to life.

I lay back in my chair completely spent as he stared at me. I felt his eyes wander my body as my skin flushed and a shiver went through me.
"I'm so sorry Lucy,  I won't do it again" He said ashamedly.

"Like Hell you won't, I'll be right back," I said as I quickly went and grabbed my vibrator from my room.

As I walked back in, I saw him about to wipe the mess of our combined orgasms off himself with my panties, "NOT YET! Not Like that!" I said and I walked over, dipped my finger in it and brought it to my lips.  "You HAVE to try that!" I said.  "Already did while you stepped out" he said, noticing the toy in my hand, "you're not mad?" he asked,

"Mad?  that you find me sexy?  I don't think so. Mad that you kept stealing my undies and kept the show to yourself... a little" I said with a grin.

"Move over!" I said, taking his place on the bed and bringing my toy to my throbbing clit.

"Damn!" he breathed, his eyes gazing at the dildo sliding up and down in front of him. "You do get horny  huh Lucy?" he asked, his hand reaching for the toy.

"No touching, remember?" I said playfully, and slid just out of his reach.  "At least no touching me, grab that cock of yours and let's do that again" I said with a sly smile on my face.

"Fuck yeah! Damn, Lucy you know you're hot, but you also know what you're doing... Oh damn!" He grunted as his cock swelled up in his hand.

"That's it!" I said, and watched as he started stroking it., "Take your time, I want this to last." With that I grabbed my wet panties and shoved them in his mouth.  "They taste great don't they?" I asked as I turned up the intensity on my wand.

I could see his cock sliding in and out of his hand with each stroke, the waves of pleasure getting stronger and stronger with every repetition. His moans were muffled by the improvised gag made from my panties.

"Oh God, that feels so good," I whispered to myself as I turned my vibrator to maximum. I felt his balls tingling as he moaned, he moved his hand back and forth on his cock and it was too much. I couldn't stop it, I couldn't wait. My hips started to grind and in the next moment I was moaning uncontrollably, seeing stars and cum all over as my pussy squeezed with my orgasm.

"Mmppfff haroomfff" Kevin mumbled and out of that small package came the largest load of cum I've ever seen. It arched through the air and landed on my tits. I reached down, lifted my breast to my mouth and licked it off. Smiling at him.

"Yummy, but I gotta get cleaned up before the kids get home".  With that I looked over, noticed my panties still sticking out of his mouth so I grabbed the back of his head and brought him to my chest and wiped his cum off  with the panties in his face.

I got up and started toward the door, turning and said, "wash them with your next load of laundry and I'll swap for a dirty pair. You dirty little pervert."