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All my teen and adult life I have been what they call claustrophilic (opposite of claustrophobic) and have been addicted to total enclosure bondage, everything from mail-bags, sleeping-bags, rubber body-bags (my absolute favorite? and latex suits etc. Consequently, my life has been full of what would be considered very strange people. Try getting a cheer-leader type in your own age-group to tie you up in a bag! However, I discovered that much older women will bend a lot of 'rules' to have total control of a young. fit and healthy male, well-endowed, and unable to refuse them ANYTHING they want.. Now this sounds like something out of Hollywood, but at work, I met an amazing woman, who was in charge of the firm's security protocols. Turns out she immigrated here at the time the Berlin Wall came down, from what was then East Germany. She was disparagingly referred to as the "Ice Queen" and studiously avoided. She did look rather off-putting, at first. Tall, slender but athletic, sixty-ish, thick grey hair, styled in a severe bun, with metal-rimmed glasses, prominent bone structure with rather Slavic cheekbones, and a small prim slit of a mouth. Grim, was the first impression she gave. Anyway, I tried to get to know her, sitting at her empty table in the cafeteria, and so forth. She discouraged me, but I was persistent, and she gradually softened, once it became apparent that I wasn't trying to trick her or humiliate her, and such. She finally accepted that I found her attractive, and we went out regularly, keeping it very discreet. I confessed one evening, after too much to drink that the powerful, self-assured, cold personality she projected really appealed to me, because I was naturally attracted to powerful women, and had a compulsion to submit to them, in th hope that they might take advantage of me. She laughed for the first time, really naturally, and asked, wiping a tear from her eye, did I know what she used to do in the former East Germany? I aid no, and she confessed that she had been a very experienced and effective interrogator for the Stasi, the state security people, who apparently had a fearsome reputation. She then asked if I wanted to leave, and I replied by asking if she had much experience in restraining people, maybe with sensory deprivation? She laughed again, and said "Gott-in-Himmel, you're not involved in THAT? Unbelievable! So you are probably very submissive, at least sexually? Or all the time?" Emboldened, I admitted that it was the most important thing in my life, and I thought she might be at least understanding, maybe even interested. "A pretty young boy like yourself? All of what, eighteen years? Of course I'm interested! So, you wish me to tie you up and interrogate you? Torture you? It would be a true pleasure, but be VERY sure it is what you want, because I have very strong needs and demands, having always enjoyed my work immensely, in the old days. You may well have cause to regret being involved with me, but it may well be too late to do anything about it by then. Are you willing to take that chance?" I said I certainly was, and we went back to my place, a nice secluded house I had inherited from an Aunt, my sole relative. She demanded to see my equipment, and I emptied the large holdall out on the floor in front of her. She stirred through it with her foot, whispering "Fascinating!" She selected an old olive-drab Vietnam-war era bodybag, of thin rubberized canvas, and asked "You would let me put you in this?" rather disbelievingly, her accent seeming stronger. "Absolutely!" I assured her. "But you do not know me! Perhaps I am a little crazy...maybe keep you in there longer than you wish? No?" I replied that I was happy to take my chances, and before I knew it, I was trussed tightly in the bag, now with only a small nylon zipper across my mouth, and two small holes over my nostrils. I was already forming a sizeable bulge right under the other zipper, to her amusement, as she slapped the bulge lightly, over and over, murmuring softly in German. Then she unzipped me, and all my goodies burst out into the open. She snugged the zipper tight round the roots, and informed me this was where the fun began! She wasn't kidding either! Her educated fingers turned me into a screaming writhing maniac, desperate for relief, as he mocking voice said "Now you tell me EVERYTHING I wish to know, ja?" And of course I did! She soon knew as much or more about me than I did myself, probably. She kept me in the bag all weekend, and I thought I was going to die with frustration. By six a.m on Monday, I had begged her to marry me, or at least move in permanently, and she said she'd give it serious consideration. That was ten years ago, and I don't get out much any more, as a rubber-sheathed house-husband, with endless housework and other duties to perform, during working hours, and then transferred to the bag when she gets home, for more grueling interrogations and torture! She is as healthy, fit and powerful as ever, and the ways things are going she may outlast me!
#claustrophilic #addicted #teen #adult #life
It's very important to me to look good at every time. I didn't notice that I am addicted to make-up and clothing until my friends told me to stop. I spent all my money on mascara, eye shadows, lip sticks, dresses, shirts and stuff. It's kind of an addiction. I love it to try new styles and to create new trends.
And it didn't bothered me when I was late to appointments I made or when I ditched my friends.
My look was everything to me.
This was 2 years ago, now I'm 21 and I can manage it to go outside without wearing any make-up at all. It's a big step forward for me and I hope that I don't fall back into that kind of pattern.
I love to masturbate. I've been doing it since I was 10, often up to seven times a day - that's an awful lot of wanking. I'm 42 now and despite being married (my second) I still masturbate at least twice a day. My wife, who is 20 years younger than me, wants more sex, and can't understand why I am always wanking. She still gets it at least twice a day as well, so I don't understand her complaints. It's not a problem for me, I just enjoy stroking. I have the cum to do it, what's the problem?
I am addicted to getting stuff. Buying it or stealing it. I need to collect everything that you can collect. I go to the city everyday to shoplift everything I can find or what I like. If I'm in a good mood, I'll spend all my money on stuff I don't need. I also use a lot of my friends to get free stuff or steal from them. I am a very organised collector. Nothing more, nothing less.
#collector #collecting #hoarding #stealing #shoplifting #shopping #shopaholic
I am going out of my mind trying to find anyone interested in keeping me in a strong, rubber-lined bag, for long periods of time. Age, gender, appearance, unimportant - they need only to be dominant, sadistic, cruel, merciless, and preferably very horny! There is a small zippered opening at my mouth, for fellatio, and another one lower down where my goodies can be pulled outside and snugged round the roots. Willing and able to give virtually unlimited fellatio, and open to cbt, milking, orgasm denial or delay, rape, you name it! Group, couple, single, TV, Cross-dresser, whatever. The longest I have been confined so far is a 3-day weekend, but I think my limits are probably higher than that, with the right person(s) You would think SOMEONE would realize the possibilities/opportunities in a situation like this, but so far no takers! Help!!
I am a 13 year old girl who plays video games. Obviously, in the video games I play, there is nothing but older guys. Typically 16-30. I never give out my age, due to creepy old people, or because nobody wants to talk to a 13 year old "little girl". Since I don't tell anyone my age, the guys start to like me and I have about 10 guys I talk to on a daily basis but it's mainly just talking and occasional flirting. I am mentally, physically, and especially sexually attracted to older men. so I have had feelings for every one of them at one time. I've sent nudes to one of them, the other says he loves me and he wants to meet me and he would kiss me. (Keep in mind that I met every single one of these guys online) I told another guy that I liked him and he didn't say it back but he acts like it so I think he's leading me on and I want to stop contacting him but I just can't. I have almost every one of these guys chasing after me. I know it's wrong and I could get them thrown in jail for it but it's my addiction and I can't help it.
Im 16 and am a very sexual person despite never having sex, let alone my first kiss. I seem innocent enough even though I swear like a sailor sometimes. However, I can't say the same thing about my hormone-crazed mind. It all started when I was 8 and accidentally walked in on my parents fucking in the kitchen doggy-style. I heard odd sounds and wanted apple juice but then my parents shooed me away. I went to my bedroom and thought about what happened. I have a younger brother who is 3 years younger than me and at the time was 5 but very smart for a kid his age. For weeks, when my parents weren't looking, we did something called 'the thing' which was when he grinded himself against me. One time, when I thought my parents were distracted with cooking I got him to lay on top of me and dry hump me against my pussy and started to feel a nice slowly building pressure and then of course my mom walked in and I panicked and told him to get off of me. Being introverted, shy and just curious, I explained this to my mom and she understood and I asked her about how 'the thing' meaning sex felt and she said to wait till I'm a big girl.
A year later in fourth grade I had an odd friendship with this girl in my class. I lied to the teacher and said I wanted to go to the bathroom and said I wasn't feeling well, although this was only 20 percent accurate. My buddy, the girl said she wanted to try something she saw her parents do and before I knew it, her soft and slightly wet lips were on my neck and she started to rub her body against me. I didn't know what to do but all I recall is liking it and how she wanted me to lick her pussy. In one of the stalls, I curiously and slowly licked her and got wet myself and she started to do the same to me after I was done with her. She was surprisingly good at it is what I thought in my increasingly-hormonal mind (I started puberty early) and started to feel good when I found another student asking if I was ok. To cover our evidence she scurried into the next stall and locked it and I went back to class and lied again stating I threw up and the teacher kindly pulled me aside and told me next time to just go straight to the nurse.
Fast forward to when I was 13 and I discovered porn. I heard some boys talking about it and even some girls and me being me and wanting to look up new things like the little nerd I was I decided to check it out and I was in complete awe. This was what sex looked like? With the laptop on silent I watched some of the videos and felt an odd wetness and ache between my thighs that I had never ever felt before. To see those sluts screaming in ecstasy, racing their tight pussies up and down those big cocks apparently turned me on. I took off my panties to find myself incredibly wet. I peeled my panties off and locked the door to the bathroom, closing the history and leaving Incognito mode on the laptop with my homework assignment up in my room. Then, epiphany, I touched my pussy, just a small rub and almost came right there. I almost jumped off the toilet! I realized this came from my 'clit' and my opening in my vagina was where this wetness was coming from. I then rubbed my clit, slowly then faster until I almost screamed in orgasm but remained silent due to my mother in the kitchen cooking (new apartment, much bigger than childhood one but my mom fast to save her babies. don't need her thinking nothing! XD) I was sweating slightly, my knees felt weak and I wanted to do again so I did. Three more times. I humped the toilet by draping my soft towel against the closed seat and rubbed my pussy against it. So hot. Then I discovered erotic novels, and that included BDSM, finger fucking, ass fucking you name it. I started to masturbate on an almost daily basis. I loved doing it on Sundays because I washed my hair and took an hour in the shower (u know why). Shower masturbation is the best lol.
Two years later I'm 15 and my clit is huge and always seeming half hard and ready to fuck. It's almost like I am always horny. I've gotten crafty too. My electric toothbrush, humping my shampoo bottle, humping the wall, soaping my pussy and finger fucking myself etc. I got into lesbian porn, shemale, gay and all that. It was interesting and made me so hot. I even imagined myself having sex a few times but my fantasies will remain fantasies and thats it. XD My best orgasm was ironically the night of my 16th birthday, I had my electric toothbrush in my pussy but always needed my fingers on my clit to get me to orgasm; furiously fucking myself with the toothbrush in and out of my soaking, tight virgin pussy and my fingers rubbing my clit while I come hard. Then, it happened. I discovered my g-spot. I was very persistent with the brush and kept fucking myself with it from behind and deep in my pussy lying on my back. I occasionally took the brush out to finger myself then I curiously curled my fingers in and actually screamed and moaned loudly in ecstasy. Both my parents were listening to loud music and my brothers were at school but damn that orgasm was FABULOUS. I repeated this and circulated the brush and my fingers really fast for 10 seconds straight till I came so hard I almost passed out and I even squirted a bit. I was quaking and twitching with satisfaction.
At 16 and a half, I am a such a sexual person I even surprise myself. I remain to be secret but am glad I got my dirty thoughts and actions off my chest. I feel like if I put it out anonymously I don't have to deal with any pressure even though there isn't really any. I sometimes feel like its an addiction even though I know masturbation is normal.
And that was my curious, dirty, and completely honest 100% true confession.
First off I believe if you confess your sins God is faithful and just to forgive your sins and cleanse you from all unrighteousness. Here goes. I am a slider. Been one side I was five. If you don't know what that is it's basically having sex with a bed or the sheets or floor. I so want this to be over I've never confessed it to anyone. Unfortunately that's only one of my many sins. Stories for another time. Thank you for listening.
I have a crippling porn addiction. i have tried to cope up with it but im not able to, i tried nofap for 35 days then relapsed. I remember i once jerked off in an anonymous parking lot I don't know how to confess this to someone in person so i cane here to do so......
I am currently getting over my addiction to self harm. All up and down my legs are scars from me cutting myself. The relief it gave me and the endorphins it released were so nice, but I've promised my girlfriend I'd stop. Penguin, I love you!!
I'm a 15 year old girl and I'm addicted to porn.
I know this isn't a great thing but what turns me on more is gay porn. I'm straight and I masturbate with the faucet gushing water on my pussy. I like watching twinks moan and get fucked helplessly. When I was really young, I used to touch my cousins pussy. But that doesn't make me lesbian or anything. It's just my kink. Now I have a 21 year old boyfriend and I want him to watch me fuck someone else. Is that bad?
I’m 44 years old and cheated on my husband for years. He would be at work and I’d be out with mg best friend shopping then going home to have sex in our bed or on the couch or whatever we chose. 5-6 times a day over the years and I got off every time. He offered what my husband could not: an orgasm and plenty of them.
Over home it was obvious my husband knew big amazingly didn’t say anything: what that says is anybody’s guess. He said if he can give you what I cannot, I understand. I felt horrible but craved my lover at all times. I fell in love with him or thought I did as we were times a before we had our affair. Mg husband didn’t know I fell in love with him. We were going to leave each other’s spouses to be together and I was finally ready to leave my useless husband and even my kids to finally be happy again. Only my lover was full of crap and said he was only on if for the risk and intense sex.
He said he loved me too. It was all a lie. I felt betrayed but that I deserved it. I began sleeping with others as. Hates myself and wanted to climax which my husband could never provide. If we even attempted, he’s get off but I was a desert. It’s obvious without our 3 kids we’d have not been together. He didn’t even know how to go down on me and we were not young but we weren’t old either.
Now, he is attempting to get better and I’m not cheating but I want to. I just let my best friend go because I desire him even though we are platonic. I know he loves me too and he is a real man but I’m trying to be good…
It fits under vandalism too. Idk, i had to tell someone. Anywho I've been a graffiti writer for over a year now. The need to tag thinga and put my name up is maddening, it consumes my free time and paper when I can't go out.
I'm a 21 year old gay male. Decent looking.
Anyway this starts all the way back in elementary school, I always felt different. I was the odd kid out and often picked on but if you were to look at me there would be no obvious reason. I was clean, looked normal but I was always off, this is when the horrible pattern started. I had met this kid, let's call him Cody, anyway we hit it off at first when school started because he was the new kid and I was a loner and we bonded over just running around at recess because neither of us liked sports (or ever were invited to play) and the swing set. As the year went on I thought everything was fine and normal, his mom even started volunteering at the school to serve snacks for the students which had given me a chance to meet his mom which I thought was great until i got pulled into the office one day. I was told that I was being suspended for harassing another student, it turns out Jake was deeply afraid of me and my vivid imagination, so afraid that he had pretended to be my friend so he wouldn't get hurt. His mom volunteered at the school to even keep an eye on me so she can see for herself what was going on. That's when I really knew something was wrong with me and what sickens me is that this exact same pattern of me finding one person and developing a dangerous fixation on them, my intent is never to harm them but I do... never physically but I'm so insecure in everything about myself. I need to pick a fight with them just to know that they care enough to argue back. I make up a sad story or suicide attempt to see how much they love me. I constantly push these boundaries to test how much they will take and if they will hurl me out of their lives too. This pattern has slowed down but not in a healthy way, ive now turned to opiates to give me that feeling of euphoria I would get when someone would say something nice to me or give me a hug. I'm up to about 160-200 mg of oxycodone use a day which I guess is enough to kill someone without a tollerance and everyday I wish I wouldn't wake up from my nod. When this isn't enough I turn to casual sex on grindr just so I can still feel sexy and desired, I never use condoms because I hope I get HIV, that'll kill me in a few years if I don't treat it hopefully. Oh I should also mention that the only person that ever loved me unconditionally no matter how bad I got died of cancer when I was 19, the same time my "fiancé" left me. He was actually pretty good at dealing with my crazy, he knew how to work around it but after losing my mom I got really bad. Wanna know what's funny? I have a high paying job! I'm really smart and manipulative so I was able to cheat a resume and land a 30$ an hour job, I just pretended I knew what was going on lol I've even bought a car recently. I have this random peaks of energy and sanity I think where I set a goal and then I work hard to acheieve it, all while hiding a drug addiction. This isn't easy to do but any addict can tell you that they'll figure something out to push them through the day. As you can see this is so haphazardly written because this is how my brain works, I'm never on a single path and do you want to know the sickest thing that torments me the most in my life? I love. I love so hard. I love everyone and everything. All I want to do is love each and every person on this earth and i know that I have enough compassion in my heart to go around to each one of you but with my deadly desire to be desired like that in return all I do is hurt anyone who crosses my path. I've stopped now. I even got on methadone to start saving up a chunk of money for my family and entered the methadone clinic who dose me every morning before work, then I go to my office, milk the fuck out of the clock, go home, pop some xanax or whatever drug I can get my hands on because I have stockpiled fake pee for the UA's and pass the fuck out. On my days off it's just a blur of some type of intoxication. The beauty of this is, I'm no longer harming anyone, I tell my family I'm just dedicated to my career and they believe me because they see the new diesel (used 2011) Ford Dually I bought. I'm not in emotional pain for the lack of not having human interactions. My account is growing slowly but since I don't pay rent I can put almost half my monthly income into savings. I've written a list of the names of all the people I've hurt and for each name is a letter telling them everything that's beautiful about them. In 6 more months (if my body can hold up to my downers at night and daytime stimulants) I'll leave on a positive note with my dads debt paid off and my brother a newer truck which he should be able to make the payments on with the way I got the loan set up. Fuck you guys I'm so sorry I've failed you all. I was supposed to be the one to take every tear and change it for you... there has never been a time when my compassion didn't bring joy to someone's face, in fact that's the only thing that's kept me here this long. Kill me if you want and can find out who posted this, it would help. Today is January 7th.. late July and the toxic creature that has infected our existence as a species will enter the void of nothingness. Damnit, I was supposed to be something so beneficial. Anyway, bye babes. You have my love - mine is not to reason why, yours is not to make reply for I am to do and die.
#insanity #death #suicide #fear #addiction #abandonment #loss
My actual business is in photography. I take portraits. I often take portraits of girls for their single doting mums. Some of these are well-to-do people, sometimes they are not. I am still a fit good looking guy, despite being in my mid-forties, and sometimes the mothers try to bargain with me by offering extras not on my price list. If they are good looking I’ll often agree. I’m a horny guy and if I can get my big cock into a nice pussy, I love it.
One woman I met a few years back. She was a stunning 35 year old blonde with big tits and a hot ass. She came to see me so I could take photos of her with her three daughters. She’s recently divorced and is struggling to keep up all her payments after her husband left her. She’s called Silvana and she’s a Slovak by blood but born in the UK. The photos I took of her and her family were nice, but Silvana couldn’t pay me for all of the prints straight away so I negotiated in my normal manner, suggesting she might be able to help me out. “You wouldn’t be thinking of something sexual, would you?” she asked coyly and when I waved my hand dubiously, she understood immediately and volunteered to suck my cock. Of course she didn’t know at the time that my ten inch coke can wide boner was going to slap her in the face. Silvana sucked a mean cock. Even with her smallish mouth she was able to get her lips around my bell end and take my girth down her hot throat. I let her suckle me for a good fifteen minutes before unleashing a fountain of jizz down her mouth. At this point, she thought the liaison was over, but I reached down and reached inside her blouse and felt her globe like boobs. She started to pull away, but I squeezed hard on her tits and pulled her to me, pulling her upright so I was able to kiss her. She tried to fight it, but then, as my rejuvenated cock bounced on her belly, she relented and let our tongues get twisted. I undressed her. She has a great figure, with a hot ass and big 36DD tits with fat juicy nipples. I laid her down on the couch in the photo studio – all photographers have a leather couch, it’s like an identity accessory – and spread her legs. Her cunt was glistening and I was pleased to see she only had a thin wispy line of blonde curls above her clitty. After licking that wet slit, inserting three fingers and stroking her button, I was ready for a hot fuck. Silvana didn’t disappoint and I was into that furrow like a beast. She rode me good and I came again deep in her pussy.
After this occasion, I couldn’t keep Silvana away. Silvana has a little part time job at the local college Monday to Thursday. She’d pop around at lunchtimes and then again after work and I’d ream that pussy for all I was worth. It wasn’t long before she asked if I could take some more photos of the girls. I said it’d be fine and offered to do them for free. Silvana had a surprise for me. She wanted me to photograph her whole family in the nude. She explained they were naturists and that nudity was very easy for the girls. Everyone was often nude at home if there were no visitors. Her two older daughters were both real sexy stunners. Bathsheba is 15 and she’s pretty with a nice roundish face and little freckles which match her blonde hair. She already had substantial tits and a womanly figure. I remember thinking so when I did the portraits. The middle sister is Jeanie. Jeanie was 13 and had just started to develop tits the last time I saw her. When she came for this special photo session, I was stunned at the difference a few months can make to a girl. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair tied in a tail and a firm young body, her boobs pressing against the material of her jumper; she pushed them out, making them look bigger than they probably were. Lastly was the baby of the trio Poppy who was only ten, but had the cheekiest grin on her and a great attitude. She talked all the time and the girls often used to tell her to shut up. Like kids of that age she was curious of everything, my camera equipment, the couch, the décor on the walls, the bathroom. She would carelessly squat down with her legs apart, her dress riding up so I could see the baby camel toe on her tiny pussy.
You may remember I confessed before that I have a penchant for young girls and have been as far afield as Thailand and Cuba to get my fix, so the idea of a whole family of blonde stunners and three of them being underage didn’t bother me one iota, in fact it turned me on so much that when they all started to strip off for my camera, I asked if I could strip too, so we were all at ease. Silvana readily agreed and I peeled off my shirt, showing my muscles and then took off my trousers – I don’t wear unders, with my huge cock it’s too constricting – and watched as the girls’ eyes grew big like ice blue saucers as my shaved lob on sprung out. I was very good over the photos, but the girls kept looking at my meat. Poppy couldn’t resist touching it, inquisitive girl that she is, and my half-boner jerked to life. “Look, mummy, it’s alive!” We all laughed and now the barriers were down, whenever I approached to rearrange them, a leg here, an arm there, the girls were starting to frisk my goodies. Silvana didn’t stop them. I sort of appealed to her for permission and she said “It’s better for a girl to lose her cherry to a man who knows what to do with his cock than with a stupid school boy. So go on, don’t be shy.” As if I fucking would !
I started by stroking Bathsheba’s big tits. They were soft and round and like her mum, she had copious nipples on them. I brought one up to my teeth and sucked it, gently biting the tip. She spasmed with excitement and grabbed at my cock, yanking it hard. I grunted and felt for her love box and was surprised to find it soaking wet with pussy juice. Three fingers slid in easy. I was frigging the bitch as she pulled on my dick. I then spread her naked pussy and entered her in one smooth stroke. She cried with the intensity of a huge fuck stick slamming at her cunt, breaking her woman’s cap and making her bleed. It was impossible to stop myself. Covered in fuck juice, sweat and blood, my cock fucked her as if it was running 100 metres. Fast and fucking furious. I could hear Silvana saying “Take it, my love, feel his cock. You’ll love it. Feel his cock.” She couldn’t help it, the little bitch, and soon she was responding and grabbing me close until after about five minutes of chaotic rutting, during which we slipped over the floor and bashed against the famous leather couch, I exploded like an atom bomb and filled her brim full with white juice.
I rolled off and Silvana dutifully went to lick my smeary cock. This had the dual effect of cleaning me up and keeping me horny for Jeanie. Now Jeanie’s tits and ass were superb for a young girl. She had beautifully shaped boobs and hard brown nips which stuck out like tiny thumbs from her chest. Her ass was like a little peach. Her pussy tho’ wasn’t shaved like Bathsheba’s and had a large sprout of golden hair surrounding the lips. But she was more than willing to follow her mum’s lead and suck me, so I didn’t have to carpet munch that tender hole. Her sucking, which was more like lapping, got me so horny I thought my cock was at least an inch bigger by the time I spread her legs and positioned myself. This was bliss. Jeanie had already busted her hymen at some point as there was no restriction when I took her cunt to heaven. She moaned appreciatively as my monster weapon speared her baby pussy. I lifted her up to ride me, and I sat on the couch and she loved this, spreading her legs so wide so I had access deeper and deeper into the recesses of her cunt. At one point Silvana instructed her other daughter’s to take a leg each and pull her so she was splayed at 180degrees and my cock was buried ten inches deep in that dirty little slut hole. Finally, I lay her back and her legs encircled me and I sprouted like a king inside her princess pussy. Once again Silvana licked me clean. There wasn’t time for more as I had another client coming and I had to tidy up – in fact I eventually had to delay them by half an hour to air the room as it smelt of sex and sweat.
Having taken those two beauties, they then started to come around to my place independently of their mum. They told me they’d turned into rampant little sluts and now had reputations at school as the fuck queens. I loved that and the girls would tell me – and show me – how naughty they’d been at school before I piled into their tight slits. When the taste takes me, I fuck Bathsheba and Jeanie with their mum and these trio’s excite me. I was disappointed not to have fucked little Poppy’s poppy but one week in the summer I was asked over for a summer party. I thought it was just a BBQ, but it was a party for Poppy’s birthday and there were lots of hot mums with kids and a few daDs, who acted jealous of me as I was fawned over by Silvana and a few babes. When Bathsheba put her arms around me and sat on my lap, I could see their envious glances. Jeanie was even more blatant, joining the girls in the paddle pool, pissing about and making herself all wet so any man could see she was nipply and horny. Now she’d started to shave her pubes, her clit stuck out from her pussy like a rocket and the outline was visible against the gusset of her bikini bottoms. She was flirting with me and another dad, Jim, who I later learnt she was also now fucking on a regular basis (Jim’s wife knew nothing of this and she stood there oblivious). Apparently his cock was even bigger than mine.
Anyway, Poppy had really started to blossom. I had seen some bikini shots Silvana took on holiday and had used them as wank fodder for weeks. Now I saw her in the flesh (of course I had already, but I mean for a second time) I was struck by how her tiny tits stuck out and the outline of her nipples were so clear. She was teasing me as I watched, rubbing her tits and bending over so the cleft of her panties slipped up her ass crack. Later they slipped into her cunny and she hooked in her fingers and pulled them loose as if it was the most natural thing. My cock was rock hard. I was desperate for everyone else to piss off so I could get seriously nude with these girls. I was so excited with all the young flesh – including some of the mums and their own sexy teenage or preteen girls – that Silvana had to take me aside to the toilet and blow me to keep me in check !
Eventually everyone did leave and the five of us settled into the pool completely stripped and played with the water and each other. Poppy was looking beautiful with her small boobs prominent on her chest, teeny tiny nipples poking. Below she had a puffy pussy, its slit always seeming to be half an inch open. Silvana said her sisters were training her. “What for?” I asked. “Your cock,” was the reply from all four women, as if I was a dunce. It was then that Silvana told me Poppy would soon be mine – that night!
It was a special evening. We went for a pizza – Poppy’s favorite – and then I bought some wine, which we all drank a little off, even the girls, as we watched porn on the TV relaxing naked. I couldn’t relax. My hard on was being played with constantly by the girls, but I had to wait until midnight to be with poppy because at midnight she became 11 years old and Silvana thought 11 was a good age to lose it, as she’d also lost it at 11 and to a much, much older man – her sixty year old uncle. Like mother like daughter. At the stroke of midnight the sisters all started laughing. Suddenly Poppy got nervous and it was all the girls could do to calm her. They played with her boobs and kissed her, fingering her open slit and lapping at it with their tongues. They also paid attention to me. Bathsheba was able to deep throat me now and I jerked as her head descended on my cock and buried itself in the throat. Dear god what a mouth. Finally Poppy’s little body was ready. Her cunny was glistening and her body looked a delightful golden glow. The girls spread her legs and I reached down to her pussy and gently stroked her until her pussy juices flowed again, at which point I removed my two fat fingers and inserted the massive bell end of my cock next to her open cunt lips. It was a tight fit. I had to ease my fuck stick in inch by inch. Twice I had to withdraw, accept a fresh licking from the girls, while Silvana and I lubed and frigged up her youngest daughter. On the third attempt it was as if some magic love potion had kicked in and Poppy relaxed her cunt muscles and I entered her sheer sheath, going six inches deep and splitting that slit apart. She gasped with the shock. I pulled out until only my bell was inserted and then drove in, going an inch deeper. “Mummy, it hurts.” “Don’t cry, baby, remember you said you wanted this.” With Silvana and Bathsheba holding her hands and Jeanie manipulating my cock slowly in and out – preventing me from taking over, but also preventing Poppy from harm – I was able to fuck her for a good ten minutes, slowly and forcefully but only seven inches deep. When I came it was like an explosion in that tight space and she seeped all over the carpet. “It’ll be all right, darling,” said Silvana, “We’ll try another time. You see, it’ll get better.”
And it has.
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My confession is I’m addicted to sex but I never have it yea i masturbate but it’s not then same I never found anyone how came match my drive but there always to low I just need someone to come in and destroy my walls with no hesitation.
I have become a hoarder. I go on eBay late at night when everyone is asleep and I buy luxury clothing and shoes that are not even my size. I started working from home so I can accept the packages without my husband knowing. I have boxes on top of boxes and I tell him that they are inventory that I am selling online but I'm not. I haven't sold anything online in over a year or two. I am so sick over my deception and addiction that I just lay in bed all day and make plans on how I am going to rectify the situation. But all I do is wind up unpacking one box and repackaging the items in another. I don't know why I am doing this. I never cared about things like that before but now it's like if I see a Tory Burch bag for $5 with free shipping and I dont buy it I feel like I'm about to take a huge test that I am completely unprepared for, or like I'm about to jump out of a plane. The only thing that stops the anxiety is buying the item. I am out of money and I can't remember the last time I did dishes or made dinner. I just lock myself in my room and obsess over this all day and all night.
I grew up in the high desert california where the meth was by leaps and bounds better than any other i have ever had... So always around it always had it without ever spending one dollar on it, due to my mom being a crazy down ass bitch and cool help the cooks..and so lets fast forward almost 20 years 18 of those married three kids living in a different state and times are very hard right now in the oil industry.. O im doing what i know best by using the last of my money we had and bought a large amount of dope and brought to a town where its hard to get and have 1 guy get rid of it for me and double my money and have plenty to go around everyone is happy me and wife smokin the shit out of it..to the point of me getting hooked on jackin off with people on omegle when ever i get the chance cause im laid off and might have a guy fuck my ass...
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