Scary or Sexy. Would you hit it?

A few thoughts I guess...🤷🏻 Just wondering some things...💁🏻 I've met a few guys on grindr over the years...and well, I guess every encounter is different...what's your thoughts on this...❓️ Like, is it normal for some guys to be a bit intimidating...and to submit to their power, from fear of failure...like...some guys can get cocky on you when you finally get them in front of you and they whip out that big thang on you...sometimes strong guys put a little deep throat on you...and you kinda gotta comply with it a little bit...because it can be a bit scary to not comply...because sometimes guys🗣say some wild things while you're sucking them off.Had one guy who I call "Cocky💦Rocky" who stopped me and made me acknowledge that he had a big cock, and made me confess that I liked his big cock...🤦🏻...is this kinda thing common...❓️Another guy handled me a bit roughly, but told me to stick out my tongue, he slammed his dick on my tongue then cumed on my face...how typical is this...❓️❓️❓️Thoughts on this...❓️❓️❓️

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It is three mature/older bbw type women taking turns in a chair while the other two play with them. It starts off with a decent looking blonde in the chair with those suction nipple things while a scary looking brunette and fair skinned girl play with her. The scary looking one is wearing a dark colored fishnet/mesh thing and the fair skinned one is wearing a pink/read mesh thing. After the blonde is done the brunette gets a turn. Lastly, the fair skinned (and maybe redhead/strawberry blonde) girl rides a big dildo/plug type of thing.

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Scary Hairy Lesbian Mommy

I got drunk one afternoon and headed towards a charity bash, I ended up giving the vicar a blow job. For some reason it makes me scary erotic I want to do more sex with people who are untouchable, you can hide under cassocks to sex on!!!

I'm really confused right now because I don't think I can fulfill my sexual fantasy... I've been in a relationship with my bf for 2 years now, and I think he will ask me to marry him soon.
I'm kind of a freak and I admit I'm a slut, or a slut wanna be.. I'm in a sorority and seeing all the girls go out and come back in the morning in a mess really turn me on, but I can't. I don't want to cheat on my bf.
My biggest fantasy is to have sex with a big fat biker guy, just some dirty dirty sex. My bf can't grow facial hair so it's hard to play it out with him, and he'd think I'm a freak if I tell him my fantasy. I just find it out hot to get picked up by one of those scary fat biker guy and taken to a motel or his trailer and get fucked in all holes... I haven't done anal but I would be willing to do it.
I'm pretty small and the idea of a big scary man overcome me and fuck me turn me on so much.. Im wet just writing about it.
Any guys out there fit this type? Any idea how I can make it come true?

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 confess

# 1 Every person on this planet is raised to be "straight". Religion society and the media program/mental conditioning/stalkhome syndrom/brain wash men in thinking gay is bad. Gay men are represented as hyperfeminin flamboyant and utterly obsessed with sex. Point being most gays can't relat to this thus they think they are not gay... Gay men are more then capable of having sex with women excluding the impotent. Sadly its not hard to ... a chick. Most gays go thru that phase and usually lasts their intire life. The scary part is these men think they are invinceable. Ex if he doesn't think hes gay he can't catch sti's normally associated with being gay...

#2 Contrary to statistics over 70% of men are gay. 80% are and will remain closeted for their lifetime... what most closet gays don't understand being gay is NOT a choice regardless of how hard you try aka marriage children...

#3 The word bisexual is a copping mechanism. Falling back to point #1 if you can't relat you must not be... unfortunitly gay is NOT a choice it is 100% genetic usually passed down from the father. The world makes being gay a joke people are being prosecuted in russia the middle east for example... Even more terrifying only gays hate gays.

I confess that I've just come to a realization... which perhaps may be an obvious one.

I see way too many girls (especially ones I know) talking and complaining about love and or how much they need their bf/man/husb/whatever.

Here's an example.. I know this one girl who @ the age of 20 hasn't done anything with her life except give birth to a child. She is unemployed and 'engaged' to a guy who is away at basic training in the Army right now. He is not even the father of her kid. Anyways, while he's away doing something with himself she sits at home on facebook and constantly writes about how she can't wait to have him home.. she even goes on the Army Wife page on facebook and writes on that about how she misses her soldier..etc. She does this daily. Also she has joint custody of her son so she writes about him too Always saying she can't wait for her 2 men to be home with her. I find it annoying and for the last few weeks of seeing her lameness on fb I started asking myself why...

Before I continue here is one more example. I know another girl who was in a relationship for 2 years. This guy was her first love and she is a virgin. They dated 2 years and she thought she was going to marry this guy without a doubt. I think he did too @ one point but then came to realizations himself. She will not have sex till she is married.. no questions about it. I think he realized there is other options to life out there (as he is a bit rebelious) and anyways ended up breaking up with her. He now is in another relationship, has had sex and is happy. This relationship seems promising.

Anyways, now a year later she is still single. She always talks about love and why can't she find a guy..etc. she's 23. What does she have in common with the girl above? She too is doing absolutley nothing with her life except sitting on fb being scared of the world and talking about love.

Both of these girls helped me come to the realization. They want to depend on a man for the rest of their lives thinking once in a relationship they have to do nothing but live life through these mens lives. That is what I think. It is so sad. And I feel bad for any guys if they can't see it.

Something needs to be done with girls like this..I don't know what exactly but they need help. I tried so many times talking to them about how they can be happy single and independent too but they don't see it. They have dependent personalities and untill they have that someone to rely on for everything the world in their eyes will be a dark, sad and scary place.

The beginning is scary funny. LOL

Hey vatos, que paso? I was a merc in the Mexican Special Forces. We were responsible for hunting down illegal burrito smugglers. I got into a lot of scary situations, but always came out on top. (sometimes covered in salsa, sometimes in pico-de-gallo) The Mexicans now want me to accept a medal for bravery! I was one of 7 who didn't quit in the first week. Now I'm thinking of joining the Zetas, and getting some real jack for my mad burrito hunting skills. Got some cool homies I'm down with, so I might get down on that. Adios.