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My first confession here, and yes, I am new to this place. How I found it, and how I ended up here is a long story, which I can begin to explain by saying that I have always been very sexually active. You can't say that I was promiscous, but I always looked at sex as something normal, healthy and generally a thing no one should be ashamed of.

I am 38 now, female, married for almost 15 years, mom, and. a good wife. My husband is a love of my life, I am still very much attracted to him, we have good sex, and, there is not a single reason I should be unhappy. But...

My sex drive was always higher than his. At the start, when we went at each other like rabbits, I was fully satisfied, I gotta admit. But, since many years have passed, our sex is not as frequent as it once was, and that pushed me to self pleasuring, on a frequent schedule. And, long story short, I somehow ended up here, not for the porn, but for the written word, that can be mostly awful, and clearly made up, but it can be very enticing and exciting to see and read about the experiences and turn ons by others.

So, I guess this is where my story actually begins. I have always been flirty and I have been told more than once, that I am charming, as generally a very socially oriented person, but in the past few years, I have been using flirting as a kind of a vent, fully knowing that it won't lead nowhere, but still practicing it, for the fun of it. Combine that with, always growing self awareness, and the fact that I understand that time passing by is not getting me any younger, a compliment here and there makes me feel warm on the inside.

To be clear, I am objectively aware that I am above average looking for my age, but still, we all have our inner doubts, and we all enjoy our doses of serotonin.

So, in July, I went to a short holiday to Greece, with my mother and my offspring (as I understand the other word is forbidden here), as my husband was prevented to go at that time, because of work, and we also planned another little trip in August, when only we will go to the seaside.

First day, I have noticed a guy working at the kitchen bar, looking at me. It was a small hotel beach, in Rhodes, with a restaurant / caffe on the beach, and an open kitchen, looking at the beach. We chose a place right underneath it, at the top of the beach, and I caught him looking. It is not the first time someone gawks at me in a bikini, so, I forgot about it instantly. That same day, when we went to lunch at the same place, when our orders came, I saw that only my salad had eatable flower decoration on it. When I figured that out, I instinctively looked at the direction of the bar, and he was looking back, with a smile, obviously waiting for my reaction, and if I will figure it out.

That is where our game began. I thought nothing of it. He was a semi/handsome man, in his 20s I would say. Tomorrow, we located again at the top of the beach, and I deliberately started teasing him. You know, nothing special, turning the subbed so he can see me, moving my bikini so I can tan my bottoms. Again, flowers in the salad, plus, the waiter brought a rose in a little vase, only to our table.

Same the next day, as I got a little more daring, when the other two were in the water, I got my top off, to catch a few rays, while also checking if he is looking. He was.

The next day, I was deliberately standing in his sight, while oiling myself to prevent sunburns. I did it slowly, and I did it in a cheeky, sensual way. I also made eye contact for a few seconds, while doing it. And it was exciting, I must say. Not the fact that I wanted to do anything with him, but the fact that he was obviously attracted to me, and that he enjoyed this play, more than I did.

On the 4th or 5th day, I decided to drink my cocktail, standing at the bar, and as the caffe bar, and kitchen bar are continuing to one another, I chose the place at the division of these two sections. He was clearly sweating, not just from the heat, as I saw he was battling with himself if he should talk to me. For a moment, I thought that the kitchen staff is forbidden from talking to the guests, but that wasn't the case, he was just nervous. Then, I realised, he is maybe 24 or 25, and I might look scary to him, as I forgot that I am an "older lady" for him, and that made me feel bad, maybe I have over done it.

But, he found the nerve, and started talking. He was asking me, in bad English, these profane questions: where I am from, am I enjoying the holiday etc. I acted uninterested at first, but he didn't give up. The next day, I started flirting, you know, for flirting sake and my dose of serotonin, and that soften him up a bit.

How I felt? I felt wanted, and one day I even got a little horny, and sent my husband an unsolicited topless photo.

So, I guessed that will be it, even as our flirting game continued.

On day 8, I went out at the evening to the city of Rhodes, since the hotel is not far from it, by taxi, and just wandered around. My trip companions weren't up for it, so I was alone. Just walking, looking at the shop windows etc. And guess, what, around 9p.m., when I was gawking at some silly local made sandals, I heard a silent "hello".

It was him, with a grocery bag, smiling at me. My heart started beating faster, I wasn't expecting him out of the hotel. He politely asked me for a coffee, and I agreed.

What followed was very hard for me. The poor guy outright admitted his feelings for me, like a high school kid, started talking how he works those seasonal jobs during the summer, that he is from continental Greece, etc, etc... That is when I asked him about his age. 21. I felt like the crappiest person in the world. I found an excuse why I have to rush back, mumbled about seeing him tomorrow, and fled.

I thought about how I must've done harm to this young man, and that this time I went overboard, by teasing him into thinking that something could have happened. I really felt bad. Tomorrow, I chose the sunbeds lower, by the sea, so I could avoid him. When I went for a shower, since the showers are at the top of the beach, I caught him looking at me. His face... He was obviously aware that the charade is over.

On our last day, I was laying at the beach, with these thoughts racing through my mind. And at one point, it was after lunch, I just got up, and started walking towards the bar, not knowing what I actually want to say. To apologise?

As I approached, his smile was there. And I just blurred out "I wanna say bye, I am leaving tomorrow"

He was still smiling, and said something like "I liked having you around, looking and talking to you"

And that is where I snapped. "you have a place where I can give you a goodbye kiss"

Regreted saying that, the moment I said it. It looked like he was about to choke on the words not able to come out of his mouth "bed room, around corner"

As I walked to the "bed room", I had the urge to run away, but I thought, you made your bed, so now...

As I got around the corner, I realised that it was a room with spare sunbeds, not a bedroom. He was there, in his apron, breathing heavily. When I got in, and closed the door, we were in a complete dark for a few seconds, before he reached for the light. In those few seconds, a year passed in my mind.

I have never cheated on my husband. Never. My, before mentioned sexual appetite has only been fed by myself, in moments between encounters with my husband. I thought I would never cheat on him, since he really didn't deserve it, but on the other hand, I just wanted to give something to this young man, who I used maliciously, for my own fun, not fully understanding the scale of his feelings. I wanted to have sex with him, at that moment, I did, but from the bottom of my heart, I felt ashamed for wanting to cheat. So when that light came up, I got on my knees, and gave him a blowjob.

He was confused, and obviously very horny. I think he wasn't really experienced, since he was just standing there, stiff, while not touching me at all, except for a few light, gentle touches of my breasts, over the swimsuit. He didn't last long, maybe a few minutes, and he really wanted me, judging by the amount of cum, that I wasn't able to swallow by a single gulp.

When I got up, trying to hide the tremor in my legs, I acted all normal, and kissed him on the cheek. And just went out.

I can't remember the last time I was that wet.

Now, two months later, I am still haunted by this. On one hand, I feel terrible for cheating on my husband, and on the other, I can't stop thinking about that whole event. And if you are asking, no, there is no way this or anything similar will happen in the future. I am out of the flirting game, for good.

I can't stop peeping on my neighbor. I live in a cluster home division where its like townhouses but they're detached and my bedroom window looks right into my neighbors bathroom across the street. And for some reason she NEVER CLOSES HER BLINDS! And every night at around 9pm I look out my window and she'll be sitting on her counter plucking her eye brows, then next thing you know, she's naked.

Then'll wait patiently for about 10-15 minutes and she reappears on the counter again plucking at her eye brows in nothing but a town which slowly undoes itself and opens up. Then she'll stand up and leave the tower and bend over the counter and lotion her legs and chest and everything you could imagine.

She's a mother of 3 and either lesbian or single, can never tell. Or, she's married but he's in service, i've seen her webcaming downstairs (my window also looks into her dining room) with someone in an army uniform. I've tried setting up a webcam in the window to capture what I have named "Shower Time" but the pictures come up blurry and the video feed is horrible. Plus it's not that easy to conceal a webcam where the street lights shine into.

Police up in the cold wet north east of England have received greetings from Raoul Moat, holidaying in a far away sub-tropical sunspot. Raoul's card read simply "Wishing you were here".

"Looks like he's gone away for a while", said DCI Bob Ainsworth. "Lucky bastard. It's alright though isn't it. Here am I, law abiding, wife and two kids, mortgage, three dogs - the furthest we ever get on holiday is Morecambe Bay. Whoever said crime doesn't pay".

"It's a disgrace, that's what it is", declared 76 year old pensioner Alice Nuttall. "This man has broken the law. He should be brought before magistrates and told to sweep the streets. I blame the government. They're too soft".

"He's taking the piss", said trainee mechanic Alex Hodge. Bet he gets off with a slap on the wrists. I suppose this is all courtesy of the money he got from the chip shop".

"The public must remain calm and stick together", announced Commissioner Vernon Appleyard from Central Control Northumberland Division.

"Everything's under control", declared Appleyard. "No need for panic. Just go about your lives as if nothing's happened. Take a holiday if you like. Head south. Sunderland's glorious at this time of year".

You have to restore the ability to fast forward on the videos on this site. Look its simple porno science most porn videos are longer than 5 mins averaging on the 20 minute mark. You see some guy eat some pussy, or ram his nigger cock into some virgin 18 year old asshole, that's great, but no one actually wants to see that go on for 20 god damn minutes, not to mention some of us don't like certain sex acts such as blowjobs or anal or cunnilingus or whatever. So basically, the advanced porno research division and I have concluded that one only actually watches roughly 2-3 minutes of a 20 minute long porn video. This finding was actually not surprising to some of our advanced fapping engineers so you see, the fast forwarding issue on this site regarding the videos must be addressed, or else we will have to go to somewhere else, perhaps 4chan, to jerk it until the wee hours of the morning, this has been an urgent message from Dr. Huge E. Rection from the board of pornographic research. Trust me, I'm a doctor, of porn.

Also the game

Not sure where to post this so I'm putting this warning here. All surfers on this site should beware because Motherless has been infected with the REVETON virus. My computer got hit by it yesterday and let me tell you it's a bitch to clean out. Having your antivirus software up doesn't stop this monster from getting into your system either. You'll know if you've been infected because your system will freeze up and this nice little screen will appear saying you've been targetted by the FBI's Internet Crime Division for viewing or downloading illegal content. Just a friendly warning to all.

The Montana Department of Employment, Division of Labor Standards claimed a small rancher was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out to investigate him.

GOV'T AGENT: 'I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them. '

RANCHER: 'Well, there's my hired hand who's been with me for 3 years. I pay him $200 a week plus free room and board. Then there's the mentally challenged guy. He works about 18 hours every day and does about 90% of all the work around here. He makes about $10 per week, pays his own room and board, and I buy him a bottle of bourbon every Saturday night so he can cope with life. He also sleeps with my wife occasionally. '

GOV'T AGENT: 'That's the guy I want to talk to. The mentally challenged one. '

RANCHER: 'That would be me. '

Met a nice married sperm deposit box on my company business trip. She was from a different division, overheard her talking to a few Hindu gents from India that were asking her weird questions. She shot me a look like, "help me."
So I walked over and asked her what division she was in, so we started talking and we walked away from the two Indian guys.
"Thanks, those guys were creeps."
I noticed her wedding ring and she smirked, "what happens in Vegas..."
She was definitely interested and I took my cue. We hooked up and fucked every single day after the convention we were attending (5 days). Bitch had a creampie fetish. I'm 42, she said she was 34. Nothing was off limits - I sent that bitch home to her hubby filled with several pints of cum. The last night we were there, she spent the night and we fucked until the morning and I filled her up twice. I fucked every hole, her ass, mouth and cunt. Almost busted in her ass but she pulled her ass off my cock right away and stuffed it in her pussy. I didn't even ask if she was on the pill - none of my business, that's on her. I almost missed my flight back home because I was so tired.
She woke me up, "gotta go - this was fun as hell. Nice meeting you!"
And she left! I never even got to know her full name.
I'm still trying to recover, sore back, sore cock (she liked grating her teeth on it to get a reaction when she'd deep throat it, and skim the skin with her teeth), sore leg muscles - and my cock is completely drained. She took a picture of my dick, so I took a picture of her pussy when she was pushing my cum out lol.

Today , when I opened my box of Everlasting Gobstoppers , all the reds were with the other reds, all the greens with the other greens, and so on and so on. Even the Gobstopper known for being a loner , the grape gobstopper , was bunched up with the other grape gobstoppers. If you needed any other proof , there it is. Trump truly is divisive.