I was into this man from work, for almost ten years now. He is a few years younger than me, I am 45, and we are both married.

The disaster of a marriage I am in, is one of the reasons I found this place, but not to go into details, we practically have separated sex and social lives, but we keep appearances, for some reason, that we forgot in the mean time, so I know that he has a woman he sees, and I have had a few adventures as well, but nothing long term.

My colleague, the one I was into, is a wide shoulder, slim, tall man, with dark hair and thick, trimmed beard, dressed to impress, and I was throwing hints his way, for a long, long time, a touch on the shoulder, a joke, etc. I know he was looking at me in that way, since, not to sound over confident, I am still a good looking woman, especially for my age.

So, on Friday, at our Christmas party, I did my best to impress him. Little note, we do not bring our spouses to these things (Europe), so I danced with him, all night, and he was returning the signals, and, we ended up in a hotel room.

As I said before, I had a few adventures since my marriage practically seized to exist, but there is a reason I used past tense in the first sentence of this confession. While, all my life, men were pretty weary around me, I don't know if it is my looks, my overall vibe or something, but most men would be quite careful and vanilla with me. He wasn't, he was mean, rough, and disrespectful. It was mostly anal, with unnecessary roughness, insults, hair pulling, slapping, spitting... I never felt so dirty and humiliated in my life.

I felt great deal of shame after it was done. I didn't like it, and my crush on him just went away, but Friday night, I had the most intense orgasm of my life.

And before you ask, I will not do it again, but I do recognize that the physical pleasure I felt, was sweet and bitter at the same time, yet not sweet enough, to make me want the replay.

I have a different but to me closers than normal bond with one of my older cousins. She's 45 and I'm 22. She keeps up with herself in the gym and has a nice set of tits! So the other weekend she was wearing a sundress with some sandals. I couldn't help but take a quick look and them when she would talk to me and I know she noticed but would only pick her top up when it would get too much around family. So I really wanna get to the point of fuckin her and just busting in her and act like nothing. I think she'd like it. Especially if she is teasing me unintentionally. Then fuck her again and bust on her tits. But I just don't know how to really go about it. She's my first cousin and I feel like if the situation was right and timing she would play around! What do you guys think? She also slept in the same bed with me multiple times because she can't sleep with snoring. I didn't make a move I was a little younger and more weary of my feelings about her. I just want to be able to fuck her a d keep having that option with her whenever we get a chance. We are much closer than most cousins and talk much differently more flirty. And to top it off recently she's been telling me that she's going to the mall and asks if I want to meet her there or go with her. I feel like she's been doing this so we get time to be by ourselves and act how we do. So what do you guys think?

5 stars. Would highly recommend to a friend. This girl knows how to pleasure a guy. You can tell from her performance she truly loves giving her body to serve. Her tits were soft and playful, nipples hard all night long poking through her top. But I would recommend you try her mouth or pussy. You will not be disappointed. She managed to orgasm 4 times before she sucked me dry. Will definitely be returning with friends. I was asked to share pics of my experience to help other weary travellers find a safe place to put their dicks. Please share with others, this pussy is not to be missed. Thanks again.

I confess im weary about this happy hour shit. Is it a secret plot with the FBI/Motherless MOD's to finally nab our pervy asses in jail? I don't trust motherless.

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream � ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause � there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law�s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered

So,

This one time I tried to become a pimp. No joke. I didn't even know what the work for this type of profession was supposed to be.

I was in third grade. The girl I was after was in fifth grade. I convinced her that she should leverage my "services" in finding new "boyfriends."

I failed. Her parents forbid her from seeing me since I was so young.

She agreed to go on "dates" with whomever I found, but she was weary about fucking them. I understand why.

I was a stupid kid hustling. Nothing more.

...

She begged to see me put a condom on. I refused. I was a stupid little kid. Why would I want to show my "ho" my cock? Ugh. It would have been awesome if I did. BTW, "ho" is an invented word in those times. No such word nor connotation existed.

Basically, there's an age for a "pimp" and an age for a worthless "pimp wannabe." I was the latter. :(

I'm white. I failed. Take heed.

I see people are upset that the owner of this site maned up and tried to get rid of all the mod abuse. But still people report non illegal content and it gets removed. I do my best to report blatantly illegal content but I when decided to upload a profile pic some ass hole sent me a message saying add me or Ill report you. I told him to go fuck him self seeing as how my profile picture does not break any rules. The picture is just some young chick in a bathing suit. I'm guessing nobody here has ever been to a water park or beach. Some how my profile picture keeps chaining back to default I'm guessing its a butt hurt mod resetting it. Not like its illegal content ill just change it back people are just so butt hurt. If it was of a boy in a bathing suit I would be left alone no butt hurt reporters and nobody would message me or try to add me to friends list or subscribe me. Same with that rape incident if those 3 girls holding down that little boy and pulling his swimming trunks off in public while he screamed to stop and for help as they filmed and laughed then uploaded it to youtube. They deemed that as a prank. A prank is like ringing a door bell and running away what those girls did is called rape. If the tables where turned and it was three boys doing that to a girl they would be charged with felonies and taken to jail their parents would be fined and the whole state would be in a up roar. I just find all this funny how everything works.

TL:DR the amount of butt hurt people on this site is still at a maximum some of the old 404ers are prob still lurking reporting as much non illegal content as they can meaning some butt hurt mods still exist be weary pic related

Anybody have any good stories about hot encounters on a Greyhound (or other cross country type) bus? The following story is inspired by real events. I will disclose how much of this is true and what actually happened at a later date, but for now I will leave it up to your imaginations.

When I got on the bus in Albuquerque, I had already been travelling for a few days and was weary and tired. It was about midnight when we boarded and all I wanted to do was stow my carry on stuff, find a seat, and go to sleep. Since the bus was already mostly full, there would no chance of finding a row of two empty seats, so I resigned myself to just looking for an empty one on the aisle. My habit is to go to the back of the bus and I figured there would be overhead space toward the back as well, so I headed back there now. I managed to find space to put all my crap together and there was an empty aisle seat directly across from it. A lot of times people will put things in the empty seat to discourage people from sitting there, but there was nothing. And also many times larger people will 'spill' over into the empty seat (not judging but Americans r fat, lol), and this will naturally discourage you from sitting in a given seat. Neither was the case here though, and I glanced up the person in the window seat just long enough to notice that she was no older than 15 or 16, had averagely long, wavy brown hair, and most importantly that she was definitely watching me as I took the seat next to her. At first I took this as apprehension, but just as I was sitting down, her wide eyes and ever slight smile on her face, told me something else. I was way too tired to have conscientiously picked the seat just because there was a cute girl sitting there, but after a minute or two of sitting down, I thought that maybe she could have been slightly excited on her part about me sitting there. Later I would have to conclude that this was indeed the case!

Not long after settling into my seat, the lights in the bus went off and we started to back out of the parking space. Soon after that we were on the highway. I had quickly put the little flirtation or whatever out of my mind, but after ten minutes or so of relaxing in my seat in the darkness, my thoughts naturally turned back to it. Now I remembered that there had been empty seats in the row in front of and behind where the girl was sitting (we were in the second to last row on the left side of the bus). Maybe she thought I had purposely picked her row instead of the others and this was the reason for the nervousness or excitement on her part. Honestly though, even as she was pretty cute, I was just way too tired to even think about chatting or maybe flirting with her, so I focused on getting comfy in my seat and drifting off to sleep, lulled by the hum of the engine and the gentle pitching and swaying of the bus.

Probably not even an hour after falling asleep, I was awoken by slight pressure and warmness in the general area of my left thigh. Since I hadn't been dead asleep and wasn't totally out of it, I concluded it had to my seat companion and glanced over in her direction. As it's pretty much pitch darkness on the bus at night, I couldn't see all that much, but I did make out the vague outline of her legs against the relative lightness of the window. She had turned away from me with her knees curled up toward her in a semi fetal position. By my quick calculations, that meant that it had to be her butt pressing up against my leg. I just figured, though, that she was trying to get comfortable and didn't think much of it. That's not to say I minded the sensation at all! I wasn't about to move away, but I also didn't want to move more into her, so I just stayed put. After a minute or so, she started moving her butt a little more into me and then relaxing again. I really just thought she was trying to sleep and get into a more comfy position. After a few times of this, she pulled away and I thought it was the end of it. But then I heard in a whispered but clear voice, "Do you have enough room over there?" I quickly said, "Oh I'm fine, lots of room." Then I added, "Well, okay, maybe not lots of room, but enough I guess. Don't worry about me, just try to make yourself comfortable." Immediately I though, oh my god, did that sound pervy? Then she said "Yeah, I'm trying" and laughed a little. And added, "Just let me know if I'm bothering you." I said "okay" and then she turned back away from me. Her butt was again pressing up against my upper thigh and I was very happy! She made a few sighs like she finally getting comfortable and I thought okay she'll drift off to sleep and that will be the end of it. Not even five minutes went by, when I felt her pull away again, I sensed her turning around toward me and she said in the same whispered, but more confident, voice, "Do you want to spoon? It might be easier that way and might give u more room." I was at least a little shocked by this question but quickly came back with "Alright. You might be right." So now, finally, I thought something might be up with this girl! Yep, guys are dense a lot of the times, lol. I still had to be very careful though. So basically I just turned the same way she was turned, but tried to stay within my seat. We were barely touching at this point, but I wasn't about to smoosh up against her. Nothing really happened for a few minutes and I figured she got shy and thought twice about she had said before. But then she goes, "You sure u have enough room?" I try my best to feign chasteness and reply, "Oh sure. I'm good." She's still turned toward me, presumably looking at me and says, "You know, I won't bite." And even though I can't really see her face, I could hear a smile in her voice when she said that. "Well that's good to know" I say and we both laughed quietly. So I move slightly forward to where she's positioned and she proceeds to work her butt firmly against my lap and my still soft (at this point) cock. I'm still not sure about this girl at this point and I really think that she just likes to spoon and this is the end of it. Once we are in a full spoon and very much pressed up against one another, she squirms a little bit, but nothing major. Again, I just think she's trying to get comfortable and pass it off as nothing more than that. But even though she's not moving much, it's enough and directed well enough into my lap, that my cock is stiffening slowly. Now I think I'm crazy, because the stiffer my cock gets, the more she starts squirming. Fifteen or twenty minutes of this go by and I'm feeling very good and just enjoying everything when she turns around to me and whispers in a deeper voice this time, "That feels REALLY good." I can't think of anything to say really, so I just laugh nervously a little bit. Then she asks if it feels good to me too. All I can get out is "yeah" before her hand is back behind her and she's rubbing my cock over my jeans. I should mention that my Levis at this point have seen WAY to many wash cycles at that point and they're pretty threadbare, so I can feel everything! She's not only rubbing, but sort of grabbing my cock and balls too and sliding her hand up and down my shaft. As she's doing this, my right hand naturally goes to her hip and I gradually slide it up her side, under her jacket but over her shirt. I really want to return the favor she's giving my cock by rubbing her tits, but I'm a little hesitant before I jump in. And before I get there, I just come out and ask "Can I rub your tits?" She comes back with, "Oh my god, yes" in a breathy and eager whisper. I start slowly rubbing one tit then the other with just my right hand. She backs off slightly with rubbing me and really seems to like getting her tits worked over. And the more I rubbed, the harder and faster her breaths came, and the more excited this made me. Not too long after this, I whispered right in her ear, "I think I'm gonna cum." To that she says "Wait." She proceeds to turn toward me now and leans over to me and says "PUll it out." I face forward in my seat, slide down pretty low, unzip as quitely as I can and pull out my hard cock. She works her hands right to it and after a few pumps, I'm all done! She gently sucks the tip dry, gives it a few licks and I zip up.

Conclusion to follow. What do u all think so far?

My names Sally, and I'm from Queens I'm not happy...

Dad pasted away, moms remarried
I gotta big bro, but he's in jail
Moms said for some things that he used to sell
And I'm always with step-dad, his names Beau
And theres some things about him that my mom don't kno
And he says if I tell that it won't be pretty
And I'm really scared of em, he's already hit me
He touches me places I don't like it
And I ain't talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss
I mean touch me places that's private
And he don't just touch he put summin inside it
He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it
Hand over my mouth so I'm quiet
Moms only wit 'em cuz our money is low
I'm just a teen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old
And my moms in love so she makes excuses
But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises
Why step daddy gotta take me thru this
Help, somebody, I'm getting gaped I can't do this
Nobody understands I'm weary
Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me
Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion
All the while moaning and pushin
You try to push him, he's getting bothered
You yell and you scream but he starts going harder
Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of
Cuz even when it's over, your life, it'll scar ya
Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad
Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat
He can tell I'm mad
But step daddy touched me, fucked me, you think that I can tell him that?
Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that?
Yep, thought you'd agree so I keep it all to me
Baby on the way, and I'm not working
And I kno it's his cause I used to be a virgin
Derrick says he'll handle it, wipe my tears
He don't know, this is what it's like for years
And it falls on def ears
Damn mommy please come home, please mommy don't leave us alone
Some secrets are hard to keep
Some secrets make it hard to sleep
And sleep is the only time I feel safe
Still the act haunts me, and I kno I'mma wake up with step daddy on me

I need this play as clip so badly or someone can roleplay with me this story. Anyone?

Play: The Knife-to-the-Heart execution
Alternating Perspectives: Me and Her
Scene 0: Conversation in the Cell Before Execution
A small cell is illuminated by the cold, flickering white neon light on the ceiling. The chilly concrete walls are covered with scratches from previous prisoners. She sits on an old wooden bench with tattered edges, her thin, worn green prisoner’s uniform clinging to her body, damp with sweat. I stand in front of the iron door, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turn white, my eyes filled with pain and longing I try to hide.

Me:
(In my mind)
I look at her. Her fragile frame brims with life. I lean down slowly, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat echoes "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly in the silence, steady yet tense at around 90 beats per minute. It’s so strong, the contractions firm as if it could keep beating for years. I want to tell her she shouldn’t have to end like this, but the truth is too cruel.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"In a few minutes, they’ll take you away. I want to spend as much time with you as I can, but I have to tell you what’s about to happen first. Your heartbeat... it’s so strong, you know? The contractions are firm and steady. It could beat for so much longer..."

Her:
(In her mind)
I sit on the cold, old wooden bench. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." in my chest as you lean closer. I feel your warm breath against my skin, warming me amidst the fear. But I know... the heart you call strong is about to stop soon.
(Speaking aloud, voice shaky)
"It’s really time, isn’t it? Tell me. I want to know... I want to hear it from you. Even if my heart is strong... it won’t last much longer. Soon it’ll stop, and I’ll finally rest."
I take a deep breath, placing a small wooden box containing clothes and a white cloth on the bench beside her. My hands tremble slightly as I pick up a white undergarment, my fingers brushing the fabric lightly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I don’t want to say it at all, but I have to. I want her to have some control before it all ends.
(Speaking aloud)
"The execution method... They told me to explain it to you and let you choose. There are two options. The first is an injection. You’ll lie on a bed, I’ll inject the lethal injection into your veins, and you’ll fall asleep quietly, without pain. Your body will gradually shut down, like a nightmare ending. The second is strangulation with a cloth... It’s slower. You’ll feel it, feel me, until the very last moment. As for clothes... you need to change out of this prisoner’s uniform. I have a simple white undergarment, soft and thin, or a thin black robe that covers more of your body. I want you to choose... at least so you feel you have something in your hands before it’s all over."

Her:
(In her mind)
I stare at the box with empty eyes. My heart beats "thump-thump..." a little slower as I think. The injection would let me go quietly, but I don’t want to leave you without feeling anything. I want to stay with you longer, even if it hurts. I want to feel you.
(Speaking aloud, taking a deep breath)
"If it’s the injection, I won’t feel anything, right? It’ll be quick... but I won’t really get to say goodbye to you. But with the cloth... I’ll stay with you longer... I’ll feel you until the last second, won’t I?"

Me:
(In my mind)
Her question pierces my heart. I nod, tears welling up. She’s accepted her death, but I can’t come to terms with it.
(Speaking aloud)
"Yes... If it’s the cloth, you’ll stay conscious for a while. I’ll be with you every second. I’ll make you feel me... even though it has to end."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears streaming down my cheeks. I’ve decided. I want to feel you, even if it’s the last time.
(Speaking aloud)
"Then I choose the cloth strangulation... I want to feel you until the very end. I don’t want to leave without feeling anything. As for the clothes... I’ll take the white undergarment. I want it to be simple... and if you have to see me for the last time, I want it to be like this—plain, but me."

Me:
(In my mind)
My tears drip onto the floor. She’s made her choice... I take the white undergarment from the box, my hands brushing the fabric lightly. I long to stop time right here.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"Are you sure? It won’t be easy—for you or for me. But I’ll make it as gentle as I can. I’ll be with you... and I’ll make you happy before it all ends."

Her:
(In her mind)
I gently take your hand. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." faster, reaching 100 beats per minute. The warmth from your palm seeps into me. I want to hug you tightly, but I know we have to move forward.
(Speaking aloud)
"Thank you for letting me choose. I trust you. Do it for me, please. I want it to be you... not anyone else."

I help her change, my hands touching her skin tenderly. I slowly remove her old prisoner’s uniform and slip the white undergarment onto her. My fingers tremble as I adjust the edges.
Scene 1: Leading to the Execution and the Start of Pleasure
Me:
(In my mind)
I hold her hand gently, leading her from the cell to the execution chamber. My hand wraps around her wrist as if afraid she’ll vanish. The narrow hallway is frigid, our footsteps echoing in the silence. The execution room is dim, lit only by a faint overhead lamp casting light onto an old wooden chair. I guide her to sit slowly. Her white undergarment bears faint sweat stains. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat rings out "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly, strong and steady at about 100 beats per minute. It’s still so alive... if only it weren’t today.
(Speaking aloud)
"I don’t want you to go... but if you must, I’ll make you happy until the last moment. I’ll do it as gently as I can."

Her:
(In my mind)
I feel your hand around my wrist, warm and steady amidst the cold. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." at around 100 beats per minute. Fear creeps in, but having you beside me calms me somewhat. You sit me down, the cold wood against my skin. I feel your breath on my chest again, my heart pounding louder in my chest.
(Speaking aloud, breathing quickly)
"You... I’m scared... but I want to feel you. Do it... I’m ready."
I pick up a long white cloth from the table beside us, draping it around her neck lightly. My fingers brush the skin at the nape of her neck slowly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I loop the cloth around her neck. Her heart speeds up to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, rapid and forceful. I gently pull her undergarment halfway down, exposing her trembling skin under the dim light. She moans "Ah..." as my fingers touch her sensitive spot. Her heartbeat rings clear in my ear.
(Speaking aloud)
"Do you feel good... I want you to feel me. I’ll make you happy."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel the cloth around my neck, but your gentleness keeps me from being afraid. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute. You pull my undergarment down, my skin quivering in the cold air. I moan "Ah..." as you touch me. You enter in me gently, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 140 beats per minute. Pleasure floods my body, washing away the fear.
(Speaking aloud)
"I feel you... Ah... It’s good..."
Scene 2: Heightened Pleasure with Strangulation

Me:
(In my mind)
I gradually quicken my movements, every touch filled with longing. I tighten the cloth slightly, my hands trembling. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat pounds "thump-thump-thump-thump..." fast and heavy at 160 beats per minute, barely pausing. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body trembles and tenses. She reaches climax with an "Ah!" I feel the heat peak, and I release inside her. My warmth flows into her. Her heart still beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud)
"Are you happy... I want you to feel me to the fullest. I long for you so much..."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and I feel your love in every movement. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 160 beats per minute, loud enough to burst. I moan "Ah... You!" Pleasure surges to its peak, and I climax with an "Ah!" Then I feel your heat—your warmth flowing into me. My heart slows to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute, still brimming with life.
(Speaking aloud, struggling to breathe)
"I feel your love flowing into me... Ah... It’s warm and full of you. Today’s my fertile day... I’d surely conceive from this, I can feel it from what you’ve given me. But... it’s a shame I won’t get to see it..."
I tighten the cloth a bit more, my hand brushing her shoulder gently. Her heart slows to "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 130 beats per minute.
Scene 3: Farewell Amidst Pleasure

Her:
(In her mind)
You slow your movements, but I still feel your warmth. My heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute. It’s slowing but still trying to keep going. I look at you, tears welling up, my vision starting to blur.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"If I didn’t have to die, I’d surely be pregnant from this... But... there’s no chance now..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I slow down. Her heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute, the rhythm slowing but determined. My tears fall. She speaks of a child we’ll never see. I long to stop everything. I place my left hand on her left chest, fingers brushing her warm, sweat-damp skin. I press lightly to find the spot where her heart beats strongest. Beneath my palm, I feel the firm contraction "thump... thump..." so clear. I pick up a short knife from the table beside us, gripping the handle tightly with my right hand. The sharp tip glints in the dim light. I position it at that spot, just below her third rib on the left, barely touching her skin, not pressing yet. Her heart still beats "thump... thump..." with resolve.
(Speaking aloud, whispering)
"If it were real, I’d love it as much as I love you. I long for the life we could’ve had together. But now... I’m sorry it has to end like this. Do you feel the knife... I’ll set you free. I promise."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears rolling down my cheeks. I feel your love in those words. My heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute. It’s tired, but I still want to tell you. I feel the cold tip of the knife against my skin. Fear flashes through me, but I’m glad... you’ll free me from this torment. My heart slows but keeps fighting.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... Find the truth for me... Remember me... I feel it now. You’ll set me free, won’t you..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I lean down and kiss her forehead. Her heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute, the rhythm weakening. I want her to know I’ll never forget her. The knife’s tip remains poised, my hand trembling slightly, but I’m resolute.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... I’ll find the truth. You’ll always be in my heart. I’ll never forget you. I’ll give you one last moment of happiness, then set you free."
Scene 4: Ultimate Pleasure Before Departure

Me:
(In my mind)
I quicken my movements again to give her maximum pleasure. My left hand presses against her chest, the knife’s tip steady at the same spot below her third rib on the left. Her heart surges momentarily to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if unleashing its final burst of energy. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body tenses, her arms wrapping around my neck, gripping me tightly until I feel the pressure of her fingers digging into my skin. Pleasure overwhelms her, almost spilling over. At the peak of her final climax, I release the cloth from her neck instantly, letting her breathe deeply. I thrust the knife down with full strength. The blade slices through her skin and muscle, plunging deep into her chest, piercing her heart directly between its two chambers. Bright red blood spurts out immediately, streaming over her white undergarment and staining my hands. I feel the resistance of her beating heart as the knife cuts through—it still contracts "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, fueled by excitement and pleasure. Her heart fights the wound, blood seeping out with every beat. I feel her intense response, her body trembling. Her heart slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, the contractions heavy and sluggish. Her grip begins to loosen, her fingers easing from my skin. The sound becomes "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm faltering. Her consciousness fades, but she smiles broadly as if in a pleasant dream. Her heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, the contractions visibly weakening. Her arms fall from my neck, resting on my shoulders as if reluctant to let go. I quicken my pace to climax with her. Her heart beats faintly "thump......" one last time, a heavy, prolonged contraction as if fighting its final battle but succumbing. I release inside her again, my warmth mingling with the blood flowing out. Her body clenches tightly around me in a fierce, involuntary reaction despite her unconsciousness. Her heart stops completely at 0 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud, breathing heavily)

"Your final 'thump' was full of happiness and effort. I felt that strong, weary contraction. Your heart fought until the end. I’ve set you free... and I felt you fully in this moment."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if releasing its last energy. I moan "Ah... You!" My body tenses, my arms wrapping around your neck, fingers digging into your skin as pleasure overwhelms me. You release the cloth, and I breathe deeply, savoring the thrill. Then I feel the knife plunge in—a sudden pain mixed with fear, but I’m glad... you’re freeing me. Warm blood flows from my chest. My heart beats "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, struggling against the wound, still alive with happiness and excitement. It slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, heavy and slow. My grip weakens, fingers relaxing. The sound fades to "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm breaking. My consciousness blurs, but I smile widely. My heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, beating so faintly it’s nearly gone. My arms fall, and you quicken again. I feel your heat as you release inside me. My heart gives one last "thump......" a firm, lingering contraction as if leaving everything behind. I lose consciousness, but my body clenches around you fiercely. My spirit senses this happiness even as my heart stops.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"I felt the knife... and the happiness... Thank you for setting me free..."
Scene 5: Departure and Beyond-Life Reaction

Me:
(In my mind)
Her heart is silent. I pull the knife out, blood trickling from the wound in her chest in thin streams. I move inside her slowly, her body twitching faintly from nerve reflexes. Her muscles clench around me in a beyond-life reaction. Her warmth fades gradually. I withdraw, setting the knife aside. Tears stream down my face as I lean down to embrace her body. I place my hand on her left chest again—the wound still oozes blood. I press lightly, searching for a heartbeat, but there’s nothing... no "thump-thump" anymore. I press my ear to her chest, the silence tearing at my heart. I stroke her arm, hoping for a breath. I check her wrist for a pulse, but there’s no sign of life. Her body is utterly still. I long for her to come back.
(Speaking aloud, whispering through tears)
"You... Your heart’s stopped. That final 'thump' still echoes in my ears. It was strong and full of life before I set you free. Your body held me for a moment, muscles clenching around me, then slowly relaxing... Your warmth is fading. I know you’re gone, but I hoped you’d still be here. Time of death: 18:45... I checked everything—no signs of life. I long for you so much it breaks me... I’ll never forget you, not for a second."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel lighter and lighter. My body twitches faintly. I sense you still inside me briefly, your warmth lingering as I grow cold. My spirit drifts from my body. I look down and see you holding me, your face buried in my chest, tears flowing endlessly. I watch you check my body—pressing my chest, stroking my arm, feeling my wrist. You hope I’m still alive. I want to tell you I’m okay now. I float closer, trying to touch your shoulder, but I have no form. I say, "You... You did your best. I was truly happy. You freed me from torment. I felt love and joy until the last moment. My body responded to you even after I left. I’m not in pain or afraid anymore. I’ll always be in your heart. Don’t blame yourself..." But you can’t hear me. A light pulls me away. I smile at you one last time, whispering, "Thank you... and goodbye..." Then I’m gone.

I finally fucked my wife's best friend. It started last night when we were drinking. I mentioned to my wife that we should have her friend fool around with us later, but she wasn't up for it. Not wanting to take no for an answer, later I approached her friend on the couch. We were all drunk at this point so I just began massaging her feet and layed my head in her lap. My wife got mad and went to the kitchen for more boos. That's when I asked her friend if she wanted to fool around with us tonight. She said ok. Now these two have a history of drunk make out seshes, and licking eachothers pussies when they were teenagers, but were all about 30 now. After she agreed I quickly told her to undress and I did too, then we met my wife in the kitchen. I told my wife her friend is down to have fun with us and we should go to the room. It took more convincing from myself and the friend. By this time I think she was getting just as horny as I was, but we got my wife to agree that the two girls would mostly fool around while I watch. After only a minute or two of watching them I just had to join. By this time my wife seemed to be into it. I licked both of their pussies and fingered them simultaneously while they made out and played with my cock. Got her friend to suck my cock while my wife ate her out, they scissored and I licked and fingered her friends asshole. Her friend was loving everything, she came multiple times from both of us. Then I told them both im gonna fuck your friend now. I grabbed her and layed her on her back and slid my cock into her pussy. Her friend was loving it, my wife, not so much. She became jealous and left the room. That made both of us weary so we stopped fucking and had my wife come back. The three of us continued to fool around for a while but things were a little awkward now. My wifes friend left the room while my wife was sucking my cock, it seemed like she was done. I went out and saw her on the couch and asked her if she wanted to fuck when my wife fell asleep. She agreed. So I go to lay down and pass out for about an hour, luckily I wake back up and go check on my wifes friend. I let her know my wife is asleep and she takes her pants off. I lick her pussy for a minute then slide my cock in. Now here we are fucking on the living room couch and my wife has no idea. I've wanted to fuck this girl since the day I layed eyes on her when we were teenagers. I was enjoying myself, I told her I was ready to cum and she said ok. I busted a fat nut in her pussy while she moaned and gasped. Mission accomplished. I had yet to mention that she is also married. The feeling of busting your load in another mans wife is pretty empowering. We sat down after and I reminded her not to tell my wife what happened. I will need to check in with her to see if she took a plan b or something.

Well thats my story. Comment and upvote for more details I'll try to remember I might even post some pics.