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Went to the next larger center for an equipment auction. Stayed overnight in a fancy hotel that has a sauna.
Asked chamber maids about it and got positive answers.
Went to skid row, bought cheap booze and two old whores. Had lots of non-fuck fun, more that i could have had with the MRS at home.
Did not penetrate either whore with tong or penis so my conscience does not plague me when I got home.
Managed to get a whole hand into one of them.
Had them massage my prostate and shot my load over their saggy boobs.
Money well spend, I dare say. Had to pretend they are my mother and aunt so I could get hard (not the same as if they where).
I am obsessed with my mother-in-law's pretty feet. I love when she goes barefoot or wears sandals and sneak pictures of them whenever I can.
The best sex i ever had was with my brother-in-law. We made each other O so many times it was incredible. He's the only man I ever met that could keep going and going even after his O and this was before viagra.
My kid Andy told me the other day that he has a super power. He said he could make himself invisible from time to time because me and my husband aren't listening to him or paying attention to him. I didn't know that he thought we wouldn't care too much but now when I think about it... We always thought he's annoying and didn't want to play with him. Now I feel bad.
I confess I'm a bad mother.
My husband convinced me to have a threesome. He won't admit it, but he has the hots for this sexy neighbor. And I won't tell him I was curious. It was my first experience with another female. I expected one and done. Wow, she was/is awesome. Now just the two of us go at it when we can. If my husband only knew what he started. Girls, just try it once, you might be surprised. With that being said, I am now open to mmf, just once?
#threesome #ffm #mmf #husband #neighbor #sexy #orgasm #curious
A few years ago my father in law passed away. My mother in law began to drink heavily. I have always had a fascination with her and had always tried to show her my cock without actually making it look like I was trying to show her. I went over one night to borrow her laptop and she was only wearing a tshirt and was a little tipsy. I had covered my eyes and apologized, thinking she would have put clothes on knowing I was coming over. She said it was fine because she has always noticed my bulge since me and my wife had started talking. (I only wear gym shorts) I kinda chuckled and thought nothing of it. I quickly noticed her nipples and started to feel a rush go straight to my shaft. I grabbed the laptop and went back home. A few days later, she sends me a text that said “HAF”. Me not knowing what it meant just replied and asked if I could bring the laptop back in the morning. She insisted that I bring it back at that moment, knowing my wife was already asleep. She told me she needed it, so I took it over. When I walked in, she closed the front door and locked it behind me. I didn’t think much of it because she has always been one to keep doors locked. I walked into the kitchen to lay the laptop down on the counter and turned around and she was standing there, gloriously naked. Big, beautiful, natural DD breast that immediately made me rock hard. She quickly grabbed my dick through my shorts and asked if she could put her lips on it. I was speechless and just shook my head yes. She dropped down and my cock went into her mouth so fast. It was the best feeling I have ever felt. She gagged on it for 5 minutes before asking me to put it inside of her. She jumped into my arms, both of us standing up, her legs almost on my shoulders as she held herself up by my neck, I reached down and put my throbbing shaft inside of her. It went in with no resistance. She was so wet. We switched positions about 10 times. I fucked her all over her kitchen. I told her I was about to cum and she dropped to her knees and shoved my cock into her throat and just stroked my cock as I blasted all inside of her throat. She stood up and kept fondling my balls and swallowed my load. That was the best orgasm and the most cum I have ever dumped in my life. She just stared at me and thanked me. I got dressed and was about to head home, I turned to ask what she meant by her text “HAF” and she replied, “horny as fuck”. We fucked about 20 times after that. She would think of excuses for me to come over just to jump on my dick. (We even fucked while she was on the phone with a guy she used to talk to)
I miss those days. What I would do to smash that again
I saw that the father of my boyfriend had been watching me and he was hard. Or so it appeared. So I slowly worked myself to him. I gave it a brief squeeze, looked him in the eyes, and asked, what's this? He turned beat red and just smiled. No one was around it was all in fun. Besides I gave him a moment he will remember for quite some time; I hope.
I have to say that I always have to cry. Lately I watched the weather forecast and BAAM crying.
And not just because of the bad weather, I cry in almost every TV show, when someone is happy, when something terrible happen.
I guess I am really sympathetic....
#weather #sympathetic #tv
I don’t like preachers. They spread racism; classism, and homophobia. They teach members to push gay children out of families. Yet these fat divorced preachers run around looking at porn and hitting on other people’s wives. I used to work with one. I took great pleasure into proving to people he was misquoting the Bible and a sinner. Oh I know I’m a sinner too.
These slime set back and allow disabled children to be pushed out of their Church “if” the parents aren’t rich. They take nice vacations posed as humanitarian missions. They gave away your money to help. That’s fine. Staying for a fancy weeks vacation is not.
I really love listening to them pressure old people. Give us your stuff. Don’t give it to your children.
Oh I’m sure there are good preachers; but you don’t need a gas bag to reach Heaven; accept the Spirit; read the Bible, and be good.
If you find yourself thinking it’s ok to deny a gay person the right to buy a cake in a store, then your not serving God. Sure it’s a sin, but so is judging others. So is divorce. So is over eating. So is gossiping. If everyone who sins went to heck, Heaven would be a very empty place.
I’m not Jesus; but a lot more of you would make it to Heaven listening to me than most preachers, and even I wouldn’t listen to me.
If you must hurt someone else to serve God then your not serving God. In America it was push away the Irish. Then push away the blacks. Today it’s take a crap on the gays. Even our highest court does it. Christians can refuse to serve gays. It was once legal to refuse to serve blacks. To refuse to serve Irish. To refuse to serve Native Americans.
I myself am not gay. But I’ve tried to save children. It’s a terrible thing to try to talk a child out of suicide because a piece of shit preacher tells the parents they must force a gay child to be straight or that child will goto heck. That shit preacher cheats on his wife; steals from the Church; looks at porn; and hits on other people’s wives; but let’s push a child to suicide rather than accept the child being gay.
I say fuck those preachers. They can kiss my ass. They don’t speak for God. I say let’s love those little children.
If anyone doesn’t like what I say I don’t care. Who can shut me up? Oh I’ve had people try. No ones done it yet.
So fly your rainbow flags little ones. Love yourselves.
I had a preacher tell me I hurt gay people by defending them. They should suffer for their sins so they will sin no more. I told him your fat; ugly; smell bad; divorced; and judgmental, hope your ready for heck. He got very upset. I said I’m just trying to save your soul, God sent you a good man to show you your wicked ways. Repent and sin no more. Funny he didn’t like that. Basically ran from me and never wanted to speak to me again. The truth hurts I guess.
See I can talk about my crap because I own it. I don’t hide behind the Bible and use my faith to attack others.
#faith #bible #religion #jesus #god #homosexuality #disability #hope #preacher #forgiveness
July 28th 2005, I saw her walking on the corridor. She wore a yellow churidar and seemed pretty tough, yet gentle from inside. She was carrying the books which were for correction. Yes, she was a teacher in my school. I couldn't stop staring at her, but I was supposed to move, as my friends were pushing me to play. I was only in 6th then. She looked at me, she saw me, smiled and walked.
I didn't know her name, which I was searching for desperately. But for the next two weeks, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Everyday I used to go to school, to get one glance of her. She didn't know me, I tried several ways, but none succeeded. I prayed to god, that she be my teacher for the next year. But all prayers in vain. I used to make one or the other excuse to find her, and look at her. But years passed by. I changed my school, deeply hurt for not getting a chance to talk to her and make her realize my existence. She didnt even know my name. I knew, I just had an hour to look at her as much as I want for the one last time. I was in the staff room unnecessarily talking to other teachers. But the time had come, that I had to leave. That was when she touched me on my right shoulder gently, and asked me to get her some chalk pieces from the office. I was on cloud nine, but I knew that this was just a false happiness that I was undergoing, as she still didn't know me, for her I was just another random student in the school.
Its been 10 years now, and It took me 10 years to understand, and control my emotions and feelings for her, as this Love is not encouraged in the society, I am a girl, and this is the only reason why I wish I were a boy. But still she has no clue about me, or my love for her, nor does she know my name. whatever be it, even though I know, I will have to spend the rest of my life with her in my heart. and hiding my love, and depriving myself from the love of my life.
Only hoping that, If I have another birth, I want to be with her.
I love you R****
What do you think... is it ok to lie to a person that is dying? That is a question I get to ask myself over and over again for the last 3 years. My Dad was very sick. I do not want to say too much about it to protect my identity, but after his diagnosis, we knew that he did not have much time left. He needed a kidney transplant and he needed one fast.
My sister and I immediately went to the doctors to see if we were a match and could save his life by giving him one of our kidneys.
I remember that my sister's appointment was on a Tuesday, mine was following the next day on Wednesday.
Here comes the horrible part... I never went to my appointment. I was drinking and partying the night before and overslept. It was such a terrible, horrible and terrifying time and I used to get my mind off things by doing a lot of wrong stuff with a lot of wrong people.
I woke up in a haze on Thursday afternoon to a frantic phone call from my sister telling me that she was no match. She was crying hysterically and beyond reasoning. I still remember that moment. I could have said that I forgot my appointment and that I would make another one. But a lot of other stuff happened before (I do not want to talk about it in detail), that I was ashamed to admit it. In this moment, I was certain, if my sister was not a match, I would not be one either.
So, I lied. I said I WAS at the appointment and that I also was not able to donate.
In that moment I really believed that the universe would not be so sadistic and evil as to let my kind and good father die because of his terrible excuse of a daughter.
Well, he lived for 3 more months. They were not able to find a match or a donor in time. And I will never know if I could have saved his life.
#father #dying #donor #match #lying #lie #horrible #death #confession #ashamed
Last spring, I went to my sister's house and we both got a bit drunk. I was obsessed over the fact that we had sex when we were both teens and that I wanted to do it again. I wanted to talk to her about what happened and how I thought that I took advantage of her when I lost my virginity with her.
I learned then that she also thought that she was the one who took advantage of me back then. Realizing that we both actually wanted to fuck each other was a big relief.
Being a bit drunk and all... 15 years after our first fuck...we ended up fondling each other, undressing each other, licking and sucking each other and, finally fucking each other and this time, without any doubt or remorse. I will remember forever her smiling lips and closed eyes when I entered her and her cute guilty face when she reached her climaxed and felt bad about squirting her juices all over me....When I came inside her, it was by far the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced.
No worries about getting her pregnant though as she can't pregnant easily because she actually only ovulates once every 66 days for some reason :)
I like this girl at my college. She’s really nice, but I won’t lie it’s her boobs that have me so obsessed with her. They are huge. I can’t even guess what size they are. Definitely bigger than DD. They’re distractingly big. We have gotten friendly. I follow her Instagram. And like any guy would do I was up one night and I wanted to jerk off to her pictures. But her Instagram only has old pictures of her. She’s probably 15 in them, the issue is those pictures her boobs are still big and she’s wearing bikinis in them. I tried to just not do it but I had to. I jerked to them. And I don’t really feel guilty because it’s just a photo, and I imagined she was the age she is now. I want her so bad. But I can’t imagine how many guys are thirsty in her messages because of how big her tits are.
I am 17f dating a 15f girl and my mother is threatening to kick me out of the house because my girlfriend is so young. I’m also in love with my 18f best friend. I don’t know what to do. We’ve been dating for a month now but I’ve liked my best friend for almost two years just never acted on it. What should I do??
#relationship #lesbian #underage #best #friend #bestfriend #help #needadvice #mother
I caught my little sis and boyfriend screwing. It was such a weird feeling. I liked and didn't like it at the same time. They were going at it and getting into it like I have never seen or experienced. I just stood there silently and watched. Now I am so confused in so many ways and no idea what to think or do. I confess to being lost.
I hate men. I grew up on a small rural property just out of town in Tennessee. When I was old enough to wonder why I asked my mom how come she and I were always naked and she simply said dad wants it that way. Mon and I seldom wore clothes unless we were going out. I was expected to undress when I got home from school and be naked all weekend as was she. It was not a particularly loving home. She died when I was eleven, my brothers 14,12,9. I had to assume all the "womens" work after that and would start cooking supper right after school. My brothers never helped. I can't say I was ever embarrassed being naked even when my brothers would have friends over, but that started to change when I reached puberty. All three of my asshole brothers would bring friends over to show them my tits. Get us this, get us that, clean this up, clean that up. I was their fuckin maid. Then the sex started, first they made me suck and soon after fuck. I'm getting gangbanged two, three times a week until I got pregnant. My dad was furious yet it was all my fault for being a little slut. I was too scared to tell him what was happening. He took me to a lady who gave me an abortion. My brothers left me alone after that but I still wasn't to wear any clothes. I got out of that house at 16 and never looked back. Today I have a beautiful girlfriend who loves me dearly and likes that I don't wear clothes.
I do not know what to do and I feel so guilty right now. My mother passed away in 2011 and I held her in my arms when she died. After the funeral, the rumours started. Even my sister, who is now not a part of my life anymore because I cut her out, accused me of killing our mother. This was especially hard for me. And now, 8 years later, I still have to listen to those accusations. They say that I treated my mother badly and that I had hit her. I have to disagree. No, I did not! I never hit my mom, but I of course was not the picture perfect son. I made mistakes and I am very sorry for them. I do not pray as often as others might do, but I think about mom all the time. I look after my mother's grave and bring flowers regularly and when I am there I am talking to her and asking her for forgiveness for all the mistakes I made.
Do you think she can hear me?
I think I might be a murderer after all... Am I a bad person? I start to think that I am. I would like to apologize here once more for how I treated my mother some times. I was a teenager and had my own head. I asked for her forgiveness, but is that enough?
Shortly after she died she visited me in my dreams, but now everything is empty. There are only nightmares.
But I will try to get better. To get a better person.
I promise, Mom.
xx
#mom #deceased #died #mother #grave #murderer #sister #empty #lonely #confession #forgiveness #guilty #bad #person
I left my son at my parents' to be able to live with another man in another state. I only see him like twice a year, on his birthday and maybe on christmas. His father died when he was still very young. He's 14 now and I moved away from him when he was 7.I just did that because my husband threatened to leave me and I love him so much.I think my son is happy with his grandparents but sometimes I feel kinda bad for leaving him behind...
#son #husband #love #movingaway #sin #confession #mother #parent #grandparents
Its my first subject in here. My issue is that I do hate my father to a point that I wish he could disappear by a click . Since my childhood he doesn't treat me like fathers do their children , he didn't abuse me physicaly but his behaviour with us as a family is an irrespectful behaviour always insulting us by bad words he is so rude in a way you can't imagine he affected on me mentally since my childhood , I don't remember that we had a conversation , I don't feel comfortable when he is around my family too have the same feeling , he is out of my system of thoughts and common ideas , he affected on my personnality , my self-estime and confidence. I do always ask myself how my mom accepted him as a husband , they are so different in a way that you can't imagine. She suffers from him for years even they divorced and he still live with us because he married my mom for a material concerns , he know that if he leaves the house he have no place to go even though he have the money but he prefer to live for free. He destroyed mom's life and now he is affecting on mine I do feel the negatif impact each day , I hate when he is around in the house , I wish he just dissapear.
I am a 18yo girl and i get so horny thinking about my brother's girlfriend. When she comes round i find any excuse to watch her especially when she is wearing tight clothes. Once I saw her naked with my brother in his room and she was sucking his cock. I watched for as long as I dared. I want to touch her and I keep masturbating thinking about her.
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