Some people call me a hero, I have no problems with that. It helps with the ladies when you say you've rescued people, saved lives, made a real difference in the world. They lap that shit up like puppies with milk. I don't do it for the pussy, and I don't do it for the accolades. Truth is, right now, I don't know why I do it.

There's a scene in the new Superman movie, and Superman's mum says "save the world if you want, or don't do anything if you don't - you don't owe them a damn thing". I've been thinking about that line recently, ever since I saw the trailer. I've lived my life by the Uncle Ben philosophy, that with great power comes great responsibility. There's something noble about using your gifts to save lives, there's a sense of moral obligation when you are as massively well-endowed as myself. I've lived my life according to that philosophy for as long as I can remember, but now, I'm tired.

You might wonder what I do that makes me so great. So I'll tell you. I'm a gigolo, a male prostitute. I'm one of the best in the business. I make women come, and come hard. I make women get in touch with their bodies and orgasm like a slut. I give them my time and and concern, and in return, they give me a lot of money. So I'm rich beyond my lifestyle, and I have a fulfilling job that makes people happy. No one gets hurt, it's all happy smiles and laughter.

But lately, I've been thinking that there must be more to life. I live in the shadows, basically. At parties, when people ask me what to do, I'm momentarily speechless, and then I lie. I tell them I do charity work, build homes in 3rd world countries and shit like that. I lied like that so many times that I actually started going out to do it, just so I knew what I was talking about. And now that's my life. I build homes for dirt-poor communities, hook them up with solar power for heating and water. I love it, it's rewarding in a way that's socially acceptable. I've pretty much stopped my prostitution business except for a few long-term clients who wouldn't be able to cope without my visits.

But even then, it's hard to do this for the rest of my life. So I've decided to be Batman. I want to run around town in a hood and cape and beat the crap out of evil-doers. I'm rich enough to mod my car into the batmobile. Does anyone want to join me?

I hired a private detective because I thought my boyfriend was cheating on me, I found out he volunteers at charity, and he builds houses for the homeless and helps at pet shelters, the next time I see him, I'll give him the best sex I can get. a man can receive, it's what a good man deserves

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Enter the Clan Jiyapsi (pronounced "jee-up-suh-ee""), former Algerian nomads-cum-rags to riches story. The story focuses around two of the youngest Jiyapsis, Cekrallbe and Skrp-shrilla. Skrp-shrilla (prnounced "shup-allah") was adopted into the large Jiyapsi tribe, and is constantly harrassed for his unsightly left arm, which dangles from his shoulder uselessly; the reader assumes Skrp-shrilla's left arm, like a sticky piece of garbage that stays attached to your shoulder throughout one's life, should have been amputated when he was born. Instead his short, shribbled knub of an arm flails about with every step Skrp-shrilla takes, to the horror of passersby and filthy prostitutes whose favor Skrp-shrilla is always seeking, and whose shoes he is always stealing, providing comic occasional comic relief and certain torment for the prostitutes left to walk on bare feet sure to become gangrenous after having shunned Skrp-shrilla and his "moldy rope" of a left arm. Skrp-shrilla and his brother Cekrallbe, who, like his pet rodent Gnoshpen, the brawny sewer rat, is a worthy fencing partner who never knows when to stop yakking, is long on lugubrious self pity, yet inexplicably short on genuine altruism; readers are left pluming the seemingly bottomless pit that seems to comprise the living allowances of the dogged young Jiyapsi cousins, whose well-timed and kindly donations to the 700 Club's Thanksgiving Telethon Praiseathon provide a much needed relief (for those of us who vicariously delight in the fictional holiday charity givings of wealthy viewers of Pat Robertson's supremely important telethons).

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This is an actual, true event that happened to my then-wife back in the mid-1990s. She was a peroxide blonde, natural brunette, average 34C tits, 5'2", tight, round ass, slim, petite build, she works in a solicitor's office, I'm around 5'10", muscular build, but not such a long cock, 5 and a half inches, but very thick, I'm balding, I work in a gym as a trainer, any how after 2 years of marriage and what i thought was a great sex life. I found out my wife had been cheating on me with her solicitor boss, who happened to be my school nemesis; he was always trying to steal my girlfriends at school and backstabbing me; I never found out why. Now I find out he is fucking my wife, all fell into place, the late nights, the working away on cases, now we never had anal sex, she insisted it was an exit only, nothing going in, only out.
Fast forward a few months after I found out, and I confronted them at some charity bash in an extremely posh hotel. Both were so embarrassed, my wife ran off in tears, he was red-faced in front of clients and his bosses,
I left after my wife confessed all and said it happened by accident, she was dr*nk, and he came on to her, she felt his massive cock against her, the drink took over, and that's how it started, but the crafty guy had recorded her giving a blow job and him fucking her from behind.
I soon learnt what she told me was complete lies.
So I set her up a fancy dress face mask, etc It was a rubber fetish party that my mate set up for a bachelor stag party, only 2 women were to be present, my wife, who cheated on me, and my mate's wife, who had also cheated on him. Perfect set up, 20 plus guys were invited, the 2 wives were in crutchless rubber suits, gim masks, we had laced their drinks, and they were almost out of it before all the guys arrived at the venue, both wives had their hands handcuffed behind their backs and O ball gags in their mouths, and were lay on a king sized mattress on the stage, we cut holes in the rubber suits to get their tits out and we put nipple clamps on both, an hour in we drew back the curtain to the stage and told the guys they could do what ever they wanted sexually to these to willing ladies, they may fight but thats all part of the act, i said and pointed to my wife she a particular liking to getting fucked in her ass deep and hard, and loved her nipples and clit being twisted hard, my mate said his wife was alwways up for anything especially being air tight, we left the guys we had set up recording equipment everywhere and had 2 guys recording close ups for us, we stayed by the bar enjoying our combined revenge, after 3-4 hours of both wives having every hole fucked silly full of 20 plus loads of cum , we called a holt to things the guys joined us at the bar we re-drew the curtain left the wives laying alone cum socked, everyone left early hours we returned to collect the wives 8-9 the next morning they were where we left them, we uncuffed them took them to the shower room, my wife's ass looked like a baboons ass, big open red raw, my mates wife, was livid asked why , but fast forwards we both landed up single divorced but no cheating wives any more

Went into a local charity shop to look at clothes, inside were two women at the counter drinking tea. Both were milfs and one had massive knockers, I asked if they had anywhere to try clothes on, obviously they didn't so they said i could use the kitchen. So ok i took in some jeans to try on pushed the kitchen door too opened their fridge door un-did my fly and shot a thick creamy load of cum into their fresh milk carton, i thought to myself them juggs could do with some protein. Tried the jeans on paid for them asked them for directions left them a tip and to their tea.

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'But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?' -Mark Twain

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