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The first time I was just teasing and having fun when I rubbed my ass against his huge package. I wanted to watch it grow and give him pain. And it did, but I meant no harm. But I do like rubbing his bulge. Now he touches and grabs me here and there when no one is watching. I like it but limit him. He wants to sleep with me and doesn't like my telling him to wait a couple of years. Sometimes I feel my defenses go down as my urges go up. And I do have will power or I wouldn't be a virgin for all these years. I don't dare tell him I think of him when I masturbate. My parents would disown us both if I gave in and ended up pregnant. I put myself in a predicament.
#predicament #bulge #rub #grab #touches #teen #tease #fun #sex #vulnerable #willpower #pregnant #friend #parents #masturbate
I’m DEADPOOL. That’s right, I’m the real Deadpool. No I’m not crazy. I’ll leave a secret code that only those who really know me could figure it out. WMHRSNSCARDCESCAECKAGCFLFWAHACLJ. Only the few who really know me could decipher that.
I started making up characters as a kid. Deadpool started in the 70’s. That’s right. Your getting the real origin of Deadpool.
I had some old comics. In one of them the Shadow fought a Ninja dressed in Red on a sub. My favorites were Cap & the Avengers, & Batman. But I liked this red ninja. So I made me as a super hero named “Red Ninja” when I was really little. In time the character got a much better name.
Over time he got cooler names. I won’t tell you his real name. My real character he became in my 20’s is very similar to Deadpool. I like mine better.
When I nearly died recently I destroyed all my 1,000’s of characters & their back stories. Old drawings. I’d hoped to one day draw my own comics, or let my children. But I’m near death so it’s not going to happen. No one wanted them. So I shredded them. I had to move into a tiny place. I had some way cool stuff though.
Starting in the early to mid 80’s I sent some of my worst characters & some ideas to Marvel Comics. I was going to use the good ones for my own comics. I’m pretty sure I saw one of my characters vaguely in a comic. Very vaguely. Either way I got some No Prizes. Empty envelops. The first one I wrote & said I didn’t get a prize. The prize was no prize, an empty envelope. You just give them ideas for characters; stories. But it becomes their property. You give it away.
Well; somewhere around 1990 or so; while in college, I decided to send Marvel one of my mediocre characters. I kept the best to myself. I was offered an art scholarship, but pursued other stuff.
Please realize I “gave” them the character. Just a rough idea. I did not give them my real character. I honestly don’t even remember what all I wrote in the letter.
In no way am I claiming anything beyond a rough idea. They apparently took a vague idea & made something cool out of it. So the character is completely theirs. I merely gave them a seed to plant & grow. Im not even certain they used my idea. The visual; mannerisms, & name make me convinced they did. Either way; I gave it away for fun, so who cares.
Around this time I was still collecting comics; but I stopped. That’s why I mailed this to them. My life was fixing to change dramatically. No more time for childish things. No more collecting comics. So since I doubted I’d ever pursue my comic ideas; I gave Deadpool (not my characters real name) away as a joke. I wanted to see if “I” could live on in the comic books, in case I died on a battle field. I loved Marvel. If they thought him/me worthy of being a super hero/villain, then it would mean my much better characters would be cool if I ever made my own comics. I had 100’s better than Deadpool.
Well I forgot all about it. No more kids stuff for me. My kids got into all the super hero stuff many years later. One day my daughter said dad. You have got to watch this movie called “Deadpool”. He’s just like you. I scratched my head. Realize my character has a different name. But I’m pretty sure I called the alternate less fleshed out version of red ninja; the bad “punisher” like pretend version of me, “Deadpool”. The one I mailed Marvel.
She said he’s just like you. The guy who plays him looks a lot like you (not really. But I am attractive. And I married a beautiful woman). He talks endless trash. Is always trying to be funny. Uses two swords and guns at once. Wears a red ninja outfit. Never shuts up. Cusses. Can do all that ninja gymnastics stuff like you. He’s you. Huh? That did sound like me.
So I watched the movie; remembered sending the idea to Marvel, & laughed my butt off. She asked what was funny. I said that is me. That’s really me as a super hero. I mailed that idea to Marvel before I married your mom way back in college. I didn’t know they made it into a super hero. Of course she didn’t believe me.
Now let’s be clear. I’m not taking credit for the character or anything. I can’t even remember what I mailed them. I had been drawing characters since age 7 or so. Red Ninja had been me since the 70’s.
I was finally giving up buying & collecting comics. No more drawing & expanding characters. I was putting all of that away & growing up. Time to leave college & start life. I never thought of that stuff again till she made me watch the movie. She was right though; that was me, especially back in the late 80’s & early 90’s.
I won’t bore you with the whole story & details. Nor can I remember what all I actually even mailed them. But either way; I gave it to them. Looks like they used it. I was hoping someone would turn it into a character. That if I died I’d still be alive in a sense as a super hero. Just a private joke. So in my mind anyways; I pulled one on Marvel, got them to turn me into a super hero of sorts.
So since I have no clue what I mailed them I’ll show why my daughter saw the similarities. She had seen me training with two swords at once. And two knives. She’d seen me throw weapons & shoot guns with both hands. I’m an expert marksman with near any weapon, with both hands.
I do know martial arts. I have easily beaten multiple black belts with my mixed fighting style in training. I have extremely fast reflexes. Makes me really hard to fight. When I sent it in I had finally managed to slim my muscular body down from 275 lbs to under 250. To para jump or slide down ropes out of copters you must weigh under 250. I was so lean and low fat I had cuts & veins everywhere. I thought Deadpool having healing powers like Wolverine would be great. Instead of claws he’d use two swords & pistols like me. He’d have my agility; athletic ability; super strength (I was a power lifter). Only magnified for comics of course. I’m the lame real life version.
I was very conceited about my appearance & abilities. I talked endless trash. Cussed none stop. I never shut up. I still have a constant smile. I try to be funny and constantly try to make people smile & laugh. A crowd once watched me fight several men. They say I was turning flips. Doing crazy moves. Like Deadpool. And the whole time I was telling jokes and talking trash. That’s true. Like Deadpool.
I used to run track. I could nearly touch the top of a basketball backboard. Great at long jumping.
I was being trained by an ex special forces relative & was intending to join the military soon, which is why I mailed off the idea for Deadpool to Marvel. Letting go of my childish ways. Would be no more time for that. After I mailed it off o bought no more comics. Drew no more characters. I was done.
I had a relative of sorts who used to work with me some. He was impressed by my marksmanship. He had been a soldier & then soldier for hire. Mercenary. I was a great marksman so he thought I should try that after the military.
Well in high school & college I found myself living in this high crime gang controlled inner city. At night it was a war zone. Cops were afraid to come in there at night. So if you got caught up in something you were on your on. Like the fight I just talked about.
Starting as a little kid I used to fight to protect others. I slowly learned to mostly be quiet & passive in school. Until I moved into the gang area. Sometimes I’d fight to protect others. But not in front of teachers. At school I had fought to protect any weak loner. I don’t care what color you are. Religion. Gay. I would protect anyone. In my eyes we are all the same.
Well; those of you who work & goto school full time know, your rarely home. At night I’d wake up to gang activity. Screaming. Gun fire. Fights. People buying & selling drugs. Drug dealers are the root problem in these neighborhoods.
I’ve fought and been chased by gangs in high school. Been shot at just for walking home. Kids on those streets know what I’m talking about. I learned to mind my own business. But a few times I had to go out into the dark night. Batman.
Ninja movies were getting popular. I always trained with two knives & pistols at this time. So now I added two ninja swords.
So around the time I sent this to Marvel I’d snuck out at night & stopped a few crimes when I heard screaming. Usually only for a woman or child. Not dressed as a ninja. I’m the real guy.
I’ll give one example. I heard a woman yelling for help. I went running out. A very large man was trying to attack her with an ax handle. Trying to break thru her window. She was protecting her child. So I fought & disarmed him. Made him run away. Then I had to talk to the cops. Witnesses confirmed my story & I got off. People would watch. But not interfere. I’m lucky people liked me enough to speak up for me a couple of times. Had it been gangs they probably would not have. No one calls the cops on drug dealing gangs. They will do drive byes & stuff. Unlike Deadpool, I can’t magically heal.
I only did these things a few times. Real life isn’t a movie. But my friends had saw me in action. My wife had told my kids those stories & about the time she watched me fight & save another woman. And of course talk to the cops yet again.
In real life once you save the day; you then get to talk to cops; teachers, bosses. You get kicked out of school; paddled; almost arrested; fired. Real life isn’t a movie.
So Deadpool wasn’t really me. He was like an alter me. A bad version of me. He would go off into the military for special forces like I was planning. Be a Merc like I was contemplating. But he’d be half nuts. He’d decide to take out drug dealers and criminals to stop crime at the source. You know that voice in your head that you ignore. Hey go do this. You know better from listening to that voice as a kid. Don’t listen to that crazy voice.
That is the real problem in these neighborhoods. Drugs fuel the gangs. Addiction destroys people. Gangs strike fear in neighborhoods. Everyone is afraid to call or speak to cops. Cops are afraid to come there at night. They arrive way too late & in large numbers. By the time they do it’s usually too late.
So the goofy one in the movies does act a lot like me. Obvi I’m no nutt super hero. I’m the real guy. I based the character off me. I like what they did with it. Totally different from me. As I said; I mailed in a very vague idea. They appear to have developed it into something cool. But I can’t take credit for any of that. But the behavior & general description are so much like me that my daughter realized it when she watched the movie. They’ve all seen me get right up in the face of would be tough guys and talk trash; joke, & cuss just like Deadpool. They’ve seen me lift up very heavy weight. Shoot two pistols at once. Train with two swords. On & on. I have that endless grin on my face. Im the real Deadpool.
So where did the name Deadpool come from? As a child I was an amazing marksman. I never missed. Some vets nicknamed me Eagle eye & Deadeye. I liked Clint Eastwood. So I called the bad; drug dealer pretend version of me Deadpool. Pretty sure I sent that name in with the idea. But it’s not important.
There was a real Hollywood game. People tried to predict who would die. Then bet money (a pool). So this Deadpool version of me would instead pick which deadly criminals should die. He’d take their drug dealing money. That would be his income. His “pool” of money. Plus; Eastwood had a movie out around that time, “the Deadpool”. I think I was watching it on VHS when I wrote the letter.
Clint Eastwood played a vigilante in Dirty Harry movies. I preferred the spaghetti westerns.
So since I don’t think I’ll be alive much longer I thought I’d secretly confess that I’m convinced I’m the basis for Deadpool. I don’t care if anyone believes me. I did specifically tell them they could have the idea. I did ask them to turn it into a character for Marvel comics. I didn’t send them the real character. He was much more complex and pure. Instead I sent them something I thought people would want to watch & read. This was in the rap anti establishment days. No one liked Cap anymore. I’m a whole lot more like Cap. But no kidding. As I type this there are ninja swords hanging above my bed. There are two pistols on a nightstand by two knives. As I said; Im the real Deadpool. Well; sort of.
What do I look like? Well I’m very sick now. But I’m very lean. Weigh about 255. Very muscular. I was born with blond hair & blue eyes. People say I’m attractive. And I act “a lot” like the character in the movie still to this day. That’s why when my kids first saw the first Deadpool movie they ran in there saying dad, your in a movie, you’ve got to come see this. And yes; I am really that cocky. I’m convinced no one can beat me. I did learn to shut up at times. But I talk endless crap. I crack endless jokes. I never shut up. I have a crap eating grin non stop. I did not go into the special forces for a very good reason. Nor did I become a mercenary. I’m afraid the real me isn’t overly impressive.
I am no kidding wearing a shirt that’s blue with stars on the top. Alternating red and white vertical stripes on the bottom. I just realized that when I looked down. My kids had them made for me I guess. They look like one offs.
OK kids of mine. There it is. Let’s see if you can figure out my code. No one else ever will. I’ll give one of you a clue. See if you can surf the web and find this. Decipher the code. Prove I wrote it. You asked me to tell someone I invented Deadpool. That would be wrong. You can’t give something away. Ask someone to make something of it. Then try to take credit. So here it is. No name or proof. But my admission. One more joke. If you find this and read this have a good life. Now you know where I got the idea. From an old The Shadow comic I owned. Why did I like the red ninja? He was better than the shadow. That’s why when I sent the character to Marvel. Instead of sending them the real character that red ninja became; which I will not reveal here, I gave them a meaner version. A “Punisher” like version. A soldier for hire who didn’t just cross the line; he became a criminal of sorts. Much like Wolverine was in a comic or two. Dark. The opposite of me. Like alternate Superman.
I am very proud of you that you saw me in the way Deadpool acted. You even pointed out how I used to pull your legs & claim I could block bullets with my swords. That’s obvi a lie. But I’m still pretty good for a real person.
#deadpool #red #ninja #fun #laugh #funny #laughter #comic #comics #book #admission #riddle #code #drug #drugs #gang #fight #athlete #athletic #merc #mercenary #mouth #trashtalking #cuss #cussing #gymnast #agile #agility #gymnastics
Hacking. I got hacked by people pretending to be famous. Asked if I was the Mystery Man. They read my notes & watched me. Then pretended to be famous. Whats more likely. Famous women break into my phone & want to hook up with me. Or college co-eds do so? Well it turned out to be college co-eds. So i had some fun with it. They decided I was famous LOL. A “Mystery Man”. Well theres a lot of pandemic free time, so might as well have fun. I’d rather them joke about that than hear about covid.
But I have known a few famous people. They’re just people.
#fame
My biggest fetish is a female who wears tight levi jeans with no underwear for days so i can smell her dirty jeans crotch then wank one out with the jeans.
Episode 10, The Seventies.
As the summer turned to fall and winter the times the six of us were together seemed few compared to summer. Saturday was THE day, if my clothes were coming off it would be then. Many Saturdays that winter were spent at home if my brother was not going out himself. My mother and father both used that night for their friends and often that meant at the bar and home late. Sometimes I would have Dave for a sleep over and never was a word of my nudity spoken around my brother and much to my benefit Dave never told anyone. In addition to that he didn't once ask me to take my clothes off around him, that was more reserved for his sister. The times we would be all together often was a Farrells and again once the parents were gone off came my clothes. No one made much fuss now, everyone was pretty used to me with no clothes on. I take them off without prodding from anyone, but only them, no one else. In fact my brother doesn't even know what is going on and the secret seems safe. I've come to kinda like being naked around them, the girls in particular. To catch someone looking at me, or my cock, is normal and I like it. There is nothing sexual, I don't think of fucking or doing sexual things, have never been made to do anything that way. A boner is not unusual either as the girls will still play with it just to get it hard.
The sixties are behind us now and the seventies are ahead. I'm 11 years old and in grade six.I don't recall anything particularly eventful that winter and as spring came so did playing outdoors. For all the times Dave and I played together, sometimes where no one else was, he never once asked me to take my clothes off. If he had I likely would have done it.
Spring turns to summer and once again the pool is open. We're getting ready to go for the first time that year and I am not sure whether I'll be skinny dipping again until my mother tells me to be sure I bring my bathing suit. She also tells me that I am not to take it off when we go to the woods. I don't know what changed. Last summer she has me walking around naked and this summer I was not to. So off we go, get there, strip down to our bathing suits and the others are somewhat surprised I have a bathing suit on. It isn't long after that we decide to go to the woods and in defiance of my mother I take it off. I just feel so normal being naked around them now and I think the same can be said for them as no one makes much of a fuss anymore.
I was nervous that my mother might come out to the woods to see for herself if I was stripping but she never did and I don't know if she even ever suspected I was still doing it. The difference this year now is that many times us kids are left to ourselves while the mothers go out for the evening and just like over the winter I take my clothes off. So mostly we are just playing around, hanging around or whatever.
The knock on the door sent me scrambling for my clothes, Lynn says not to bother and Karen returns with her friends. It's the girls from last summer, the ones on their bikes. Unknown to me Karen had called them to come over to see. They were in disbelief that I was so casually naked. They were in further disbelief that I would let the girls touch me, play with me, get hard. I spent most of that evening around the four older girls while the rest went off to play. And so it was, another summer.
Next Episode, Coming of Age.
I have these desires with my girlfriend, like watching her with other men, swinging, threesomes, gangbangs, orgies, bondage, MFM bi sex, but i'm scared she'll think i'm weird and leave me.
im a 13 year old girl and I'm addicted to masturbation and porn. I watch porn almost everyday and masturbate anytime i can. Me and my bestfriend even had lesbian sex. It was so amazing. The first time we were in 5th grade. We started out kissing and touching each others tiny A cup tits. Then we got in the bathtub together and rubbed each others clits. Later on we mastered our sex. We would makeout in my locked room, then i continued to pull her shirt off and unclip her bra. I would suck her tits and massage them. Making my way down with one hand still on her breast i would start licking her pussy het legs would quiver and she would squirt everywhere which made me even more horny! Slowly i woild pump 2 fingers in and out of her while sucking on her breast this also made her body shake and cum. By now my whole bed is soaked and she would climb on top of me. Unclipping my bra she now sucked my tits. It felt so good! The way she would grab one while sucking the other was amazing. She often pinched my nipples (which she knew i had a fetish for) while licking my clit verry softly. Just as i was about to cum my legs would start shaking and she would stop then she went at it hard. Shoving her whole face into my pussy and pumped 3 fingers in and out of my tight teenage pussy. When we finished that we would 69 and i stuck my tongue up her pussy and swirled it around, she came all over my face and in my mouth i swallow it all. Then we would finish it off with sucking each others tits once more and making out. Then we would go to sleep (if we were having a sleep over) we no longer do that but i am still horny all the time. I often shove a hairbrush handle in and out of my pussy and rub my clit while watching porn. Or even to music. But i crave a cock. I want my crush to fuck me but i fear his dick wont be big enough. I want an older man to fuck me but im too shy, and my family is Mormon. Its kind of impossible to fulfill my sexual fantasies.. So i will just have to masturbate
#sex #horny #masturbation #crave #teen
I think about the girl I love a lot, and like to masturbate thinking about her, besides of being a virgin, I imagine her with 5 dicks all her body, while she makes a very satisfied expression, that is just fantasy a very weird fantasy, in real terms I would do all kind of dirty things with her, a very romantic and sexual thing I would like for a couple.
I can't tell if I'm a masochist because I like the pain in a sexual way or because I think I deserve it for being a horrible person in my own head. There is this guy I like and we have had sex a couple times, he's really awesome and super attractive, which makes me feel like I don't deserve him.
Whenever we get into it he is always asking "Is this okay?" and says things like, "Let me know if this is too much." I tell him I'll let him know.... but I don't think I ever would and I think maybe he knows that, because he hasn't really done anything super intense. He has pulled my hair a couple of times, spanked me... bitten me lightly.... but he could get away with so much more. I would let him beat the shit out of me if he just promised to love me. He wouldn't even have to be faithful and I would probably still want him around. I just don't want to be alone, but I don't want to be with someone who is unattractive either.
#depression #love #abuse #masochism #mental #health #lonelyness
My ex and I broke up 4 years ago, because I behaved like a total dick most of the time. Yes ok, it as not ONLY my fault, she was also at fault, but MOSTLY, my behaviour was the reason we broke up. Back then, we still were in the same group of friends, so I knew that she still had feelings for me after the break-up. We were long distance, so we did not see each other anymore.
When I was back home a few weeks later, I went to a friend's party and she was there, too. We talked for hours about our relationship and she let it slip that she still had feelings for me and wanted to reconcile. She cried a lot and I reassured her that I would come back to her place after the party. I actually wanted to get laid, but I was so fucking drunk I hardly could sit straight...
So, then we decided to leave the party and I walked her home.
In front of her door, the moment came.. to kiss or not to kiss.. I was about to put my hands on her hips when I let one rip and I mean the most disgusting, but silent fart anyone in the history of mankind ever let out. It took about 2 seconds before the most foul and awful smell hit us and she actually gagged and pulled away.
It was so disgusting and I was really embarrassed, so I said my goodbye and walked away rather abruptly. I never saw her again.
So, I confess and plead for forgiveness. I somehow managed it to scare off the love of my life when I actually tried to win her back.
I will never mix beer and kebab again!
#fart #horrendous #ex #embarrassing #love #damn #confess #forgive #beer #disgusting #smelly
I made my gf let me have sex with her when she was on the rag. I was going away for 3 months on an expedition and it was our last night. She really didn't want to but I persuaded her that I didn't mind. Didn't mind........ I loved it!!!! Sorry Hun but when I am back in Summer I may need regular doses of your sweet taste.
I’m 14 years old, and my mood has been getting really bad except I haven’t tried to tell anyone, and I’ve started skipping classes and vaping. I’ve been arguing with my mom now, and I am easily irritable.
I had sex for the first time and didn't tell the guy it was my first. Blamed the bleeding on his big dick. He believed me
#sex
I am a 27 year old virgin guy with a huge foot fetish. I like heavy women with thick feet, specially ebonies and mature asian women. Ebony and Asian women have the best feet in the world. I really like thick feet with short toes and meaty heels. Juicy wrinkled soles are my weakness.
My Aunt is a big fat woman in her late 40s and has very meaty feet with short toes and bulging heels. Her size is US 8. I used to sleep at her home and sneak in her room at night. She is a heavy sleeper and I used to uncover her feet and jerk off to them. I used to cum on her flip flops, sandals and flats. Once I got so horny and took my kink to extreme level. I wore her bra and panty, put on her flip flops and walked around the house. Then I went to her room and put her undergarments off in front of her sleeping and cummed on her flip flops. I was too scared to do that because I was afraid that if she woke up and saw me naked and wanking in front of her, I'll be finished. I still did that and saw her walking in her flipflops I cummed on last night. That gave me an sense of satisfaction. I have really wanted to worship her feet but was too scared to do that because I did not want to get caught.
My fetish has made me do so many crazy things. My neighbour who is a very sexy milf with ultra sexy feet, used to keep her flipflops on her porch and when I saw that, I went so crazy. I used to steal her flip flops at night, rub them with my dick and put them back after cumming on them.
Once I cummed in a woman's flats while travelling on a bus. It was a long journey, I was sitting behind that woman. She was wearing red flats. I put my phone out and used the camera to see if she has her heels popped out of the flats. Her feet were out of the flats and she had her head tilted on the window. I assumed that she fell asleep while on the way. I quickly dragged one flat of hers towards me with my foot and covered my lap with my bag. I started jerking off, I was really scared to do that in public but luckily no one noticed as I was sitting on the very end of the bus. I exploded and filled her flat with my cum. I put it back just before getting off at my stop and that woman noticed that something sticky is inside her footwear. She started looking around but at time I had almost got off the bus.
I have fooled my female coworkers so many times and have got them to send pictures of their feet. There is skinny Indian girl in my office who leaves her footwear under her desk daily. I cum on her shoes every day after the office hours.
I know I am a pervert and get aroused by a non sexual thing. But I cannot stop it and the more I try the more I lose. I want someone to be as crazy as me and understand my needs. I want to stop doing all this and want to do all the stuff with one woman only.
I go home and literally make myself cum over and over again. It's the only thing I want to do lately.
#masturbating #cumming #all #the #time
I am a 15 year old straight boy and I masturbate about 4 times a day, I will masturbate over any girl fat or skinny or old or young and I love sending dick pics you can get one if message me on snap chat- kboy1515
I love masturbating over my step sister who is the same age as me I often sniff her underwear and lick them, when we go camping if I wake up before her I wank infrount of her.
When I was 16, during the last night of a school trip all the boys and girls decided to sleep in the same room because we were playing truth or dare type of games.
We were in a big room with several bedrooms inside. I went to sleep by myself on a single bed I found empty and by my side there was another single bed quite close to mine. I woke up in the middle of the night with a phone flash light pointing down my back while someone’s hand was touching my ass under my underwear. This guy was laying on the single bed next to mine and was slowly grabbing my ass trying not to wake me up. Because I was too embarrassed to tell him off directly, I slightly move to the side just like if I was sleeping. He rapidly stopped and turned to the other side of his bed, probably because he was scared of me realising what was going on. I was able to know who he was because he was still sleeping on the bed next to mine when I woke up the next morning.
I’ve never told anyone from my school or my friends because I was too ashamed of the situation and I knew they wouldn’t believe me since he was a “really nice guy”. To this day I am still disgusted by what happened. This is my confession.
I'm a 63 year old man, and started sucking other men's cocks and taking them in my ass at 50. It was a spur of the moment decision, and I found I enjoyed both, especially receiving anal sex. Since I started, I have sucked dozens of cocks, and have made myself available for any man who wants to do anal sex. I put my ads with pictures of me sucking cocks and being fucked on Craiglist to make contacts, and always encourage others to share my pictures, on the hopes that friends and family may see them.
When I'm alone and super horny I masturbate watching girls eat pussy porn until I explode. I have the best orgasms doing this and then I feel bad doing it. I am 22, straight, married and never sex with a girl. Now I want my husband to initiate a threesome but I say nothing. Me, him, and my sexy sweet friend Amy.
I have an IUD, but lately I've gotten into the habit of telling guys I'm not on birth control just for the fun of it. It started as a way to get them to complain less about condoms. Then one time I let a guy take the condom off. I made him think I could easily get pregnant and he said he would pull out but he didn't. When he told me he was coming in me, naturally I didn't bother to resist because I knew I was protected so I let him finish with a smile. I may have even opened my legs a little wider for him. When he got all nervous, I promised him that if I got pregnant I'd have his baby and give it up for adoption and he'd never have to worry bout it. He got sooo hard, sooo quick after I said that. It was the first time I ever had a guy fuck me twice in a row. Literally less than 5 minutes between. The effect it had on him made me excited. It felt good to have such a crazy effect on a guy.
So the next time I was about to have an anonymous hookup I let the guy think I could get pregnant and I let him go bareback. I kept enticing him... I kept asking him if it would feel better if he didn't have to pull out, if he was going to be a naughty boy and shoot inside me, I told him how much I wished I could feel him come in me, that it was too bad he had to pull out and I said all those things with an inviting smile. It worked. He couldn't resist. It was so much fun to see the look on his face. I seriously think guys come harder when they think they're going to knock me up. Except I don't think this guy believed me when I told him that I would never come asking for child support because he asked me to leave real fast.
The last time I had a hookup neither of us mentioned a condom or birth control at first. Once we got really into it I told him as cute as I could, "I'm not on birth control but I won't mind if you want to try and get me pregnant. I promise never to bother you with the responsibility unless you want it. I believe it's a woman's duty to pleasure a man and accept whatever consequences come of it." He didn't believe me and I scared him but after I reassured him he was really excited and into it. He told me it was the most intense sex of his life and he's been calling me to hookup again. I haven't yet. Tbh I don't really believe in those things I told him and I don't think it will be the same the second time with the same guy.
I have two concerns. Is it wrong to lie to strangers about being fertile when I am perfectly safe with an IUD? I feel a little guilty about the last guy because he's so excited by it but at same time it's really fun and makes me happy to give guys such a rare sort of pleasure and excitement. More importantly I don't usually have unprotected sex. I've only been with 6 guys no condom, 3 in the last 3 months. I get nervous about STI's. So far I'm still clean and I'm afraid it's going to take me getting something before I learn. This new kink isn't helping. It's really fun and I want to keep doing it with new guys.
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