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I love for random men to look at my body. sometimes i just want to show my body to any random men in hopes that they will appreciate it. it makes me so horny i always want to do it online but i realize that i have to reveal my information on those cam sites. wondering where i can show my body (minus face) for free.
my dad an i often meet up to smoke some weed. my parents are divorced so my mom isn't allowed to know anything about that
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 am M16. I had two classes with this girl I liked and she thought I was very funny. We also both ran cross country in fall and I played soccer during winter. One day after school, she invited me home to do homework. Her parents were at work and mine were out of state so no one had to worry. We were doing homework and then we started making out out of no where. We ended up having sex (protected of course). She sucked my dick and we just did vaginal. It was both our first time and it was amazing. We have been dating every since and fuck whenever we can.
Is it racist not to like rap? One of my roommates asked me if I liked certain groups. I’d never heard of most of the groups or songs. She says that’s racist.
I was born in the 1950’s. So I’m supposed to listen to whatever’s popular now?
So she asked to see my play list. I’ll tell you a few. Let you decide. Little Richard. Bee Gees. Mozart. Gaga. Madonna. 3 Doors Down. Oz. Tim McGraw. Beyoncé.
So yes; I do not like much rap, but is that racist? She asked why I don’t like rap. Well I can play music. I like good singing. I like good messages. Like the songs I Can Only Imagine, and Baby Your a Firework.
To me rappers can not sing; nor play instruments, so how is that even music? Also; most rappers sing negative words, and act like 2 bit thugs. So I wouldn’t want to be around them.
To her if you reject rap you don’t like black people. She says rap is the voice of black people. I disagree. I don’t think every black person sells drugs and steals. I think rap is a celebration of terrible people who harm others.
It’s like mafia TV shows. They are interesting if well made. But I wouldn’t want to know any of them in real life. Bunch of thugs.
So I don’t think I’m racist just because I’d rather listen to Carrot Top try to sing than some rapper.
Also. I don’t like old country music either. I do like the new stuff that sounds like 70’s rock.
I have to say I think my roommate is the actual racist. I don’t think she likes white people. She says she’s not. She also openly mocks Christians; Jews; Hispanics; Asians, and gays. So I think she’s the actual racist.
Is it just me? Or do a lot of people with the biggest accusations, actually resemble what they are angry about?
I’ll give one more example. She complains about every brutality against black case. I knew all the details. But when I brought up autistic white children terminated in the same ways; not only had she never heard of it, she didn’t want to hear about it. She said it was racism to even bring it up.
Im a 31 year old bi-sexual girl. And i must admit i do like my body. Wide hips, big ass, nice stomach, and avarage size boobs, and a cute face with sexy lips. Hazel eyes and long dirty blonde hair. I do have an odd fetish. Every morning as soon as i wake up before i go to the bathroom i walk to my glass patio door and slowly lean myself against it. As soon as my sensitive body parts hit the coolness i exhale hard and fog the glass. I slowly press everything hard against the glass while completely naked. Usually my body is pritty sticky and sweaty in the morning so i smear up the glass pritty good
: ). I stand as close as i can get my body to the glass and keep my legs touching eachother. Then i bend my knees forward untill they hit the window, then i lean the rest of my body inward and press everything hard against the cool surface. My knees, upper legs, thighs, hips, especially vagina, stomach, and tits get smashed flat against the window then i open my mouth wide and exhale hard but slow so my morning breath steams the glass up all around my face wich i duno why but loveeee doing. I can just stand there flat against the abused glass naked and breath heavy with my nose and lips slightly touching the cool glass and just watch the steam build up for hours and hours, and sometimes i actually have done it for hours. I can pass out from the bad smell comming from my morning breath as i make the glass smell grose. Hehe. I usually draw things in my breath like harts and all kinds of things, after a while i will start kissing the glass and perk my pritty pink sleepy lips up and smash them flat against the window with my botton nose pressed against it too. Thats when my puffy vagina starts to get real wet as well as im straining to keep it pressed hard against the glass. As i kiss the glass a couple times ill then lean just my face back a little bit and look at my kiss prints, uhhh they look so sexy as I turn myself on so i slide my finger over one of my lip smears as i get more and more horny and open my mouth to exhale heavy as i fog the glass up over and over i then start to grind my hips and thighs hard against the glass. Just thinking about what im doing fells amazing down there as i actually began to have long hard passionate sex with the glass door in my bedroom. My nipples feel like they can really cut glass there so hard and how im keeping them so flat and ferm against it. As i start breathing heavier i start panting on the window and kissing and sucking the glass. Uhh im so horny. My eyes are closed and im in feel good land were nothing else matters and all i can think about is me and the glass. I thrust myself hard against the glass, so hard i can actually feel the glass bending outward im fucking it so hard but it feels to good to care. Im after smashing mirrors before by having sex with them too hard, and once i lid one down on the floor and sat on it indian style with my legs and bum pressed so hard to it i smashed it into pieces. I only got a little cut on my left leg just under my ass cheek. But this glass door is stronger and thicker, Its ben putting up with me rapeing it for over five years now just about every morning and sometimes after i work out and i didnt smash it yet. So i keep rapeing the glass thrusting my vagina hard against it fucking it hard but slow so i can feel every grind. I reach down and open my pussy lips a little more and smash my soping wet sex organ flat on the glass again as i feel the inside of it flexing and spazing against the wet hot window im rapeing. I feel so sexy. I keep kissing and sucking hard as my mouth makes sounds. I picture watching myself on the other side looking at my wide hips bucking while flat. my sexy legs flat to the window leaving thick leg prints. my stomach expanding and contracting against the glass as i inhale and exhale, my tits flat as well while my nipples look like there gonna come through, my nose and lips smearing the glass so bad i can bearly see myself and my breath condinsation now beeding and dripping down the window and sooking my breast with my mouth open breathing heavy and moaning so loud i can hear myself clearly through the window. My pussy pressed so hard against it sliding up and down and leaving a trail of lust juice sliding down the glass, as i look close i can see the inside of my vagina twiching while flat cause of the sensation im getting from the smooth feeling of the glass. And i can clearly see the liquid oozing out the center while flat on glass. That section of glass is so lucky. My pussy has ben exploading life alternating orgasms while open wide and smashed on it almost every morning sence i lived here, sometimes twice a day feeling it spaz outta control and sucking it while flat as if it was trying to make it suffer. My naked body owns the glass for its my passion, my sex, my slave. while flat to glass my whole body feels so good. It feels like im taking it from the glass through my pussy and into my body, i just wanna press every inch of myself flat against the glass and rape it. As my pritty mouth keeps sucking and making a mess as well i start my orgasm and i really cannot explain the sensation. Its like i forget who i am for a bit and just become one with the glass as my whole body contorts and shakes. The only things i can feel is my extacy orgasm that no guy or girl ever gave me going into my pussy and through my body even to my toes. And my pussy felling like its a running tap. I cant handle it and i yell so loud if anyone is outside they would here me no problem, if not for the fact im plasterd to the glass with my sticky sweaty flesh i would colapse in orgasm. Im pritty sure i keep thrusting my hips while going through this. Thats how i smashed some of my mirrors. My sex was to much for it during orgasm i bucked to hard and never realized it. A part of me wants to smash the glass door into pieces too while in orgasm. Im surprized the feeling i get while in extacy doesnt come out my hot vagina and smash it as well, or even the wait of my naked body making it bow and bend. Its really really the best feeling in the world... And my friends wounder why i dont keep dates long. Its because the feeling i get is nothing compared to glassex. And the fact that i know ppl watch me is sexy too. There is a girl in the other wing of my building but her glass door is only like 20 feet or so from mine and every morning like clock work shes there leaning her legs and hips on the glass in her underwear watching me rape the glass, uhhh i loveeee it. But i think shes fully strait, which is to bad but i know i make her horny, she even leans in and kisses the glass sometimes when she knows im looking.
... True story : ) xo
#glassex #glass #sex #window #legs #orgasm #lips #hips #sexy #female #hot #naked #door #ectacy #tits #nipples #nose
I smoke for a lot of reasons that I don't tell anyone because they'll tell me how stupid it is. Smoking helps regulate my ibs. It helps me relax my overly tense muscles. Mostly though, I use it as what's probably a form of bulimia. I'm afraid of gaining weight if I quit. I hate smoking sometimes but I don't want to quit.
Last night I had a one night stand with a girl. She let me fuck her in the ass and while I was inside her she mentioned that she had done a huge shit just before we met and that the turd stretched her hole more than my cock was. The humiliation of her thinking my cock was small added to the thought of a poo coming out of her asshole made me cum hard. After I slid out of her she gathered her things to leave and I asked for her number. She just laughed and headed for the door, but I stopped her. I told her she could humiliate me as much as she liked if we had sex again, that she could use and abuse and dominate me. She gave me number after that. I can't wait for next time!
I guess I am in love with on of my class mates.
We hang out a lot and it's so much fun. I often spend the night at his place (he's living with a friend of his in an apartment) and at night, we cuddle and get on very well.
He's a really good friend by now but I don't know if I want to take the next step... And I don't know if he feels the same for me, maybe he sees me as a good friend only...
Another friend of mine (who doesn't know him) told me that we both are like an old couple but without the kissing and stuff...
I feel kinda bad but I like him but I dunno how much...
I made experiences with a lesbian, I mistreated my mother, I am Catholic but love a Muslim.
I am in love with Justin Bieber, Lol. I stole something, I lied, I smoke like a chimney.
That's everything for today.
At the supermarket today: I was waiting in line to pay for my goods when I noticed this really smelly dude behind me. He reeked of urine and sweat you cannot imagine how disgusting!!
Anyway, I took the shower gel from my basket and put it between his own groceries. He noticed it, but he only shook his head, actually bought it and took it back home (I assume). Even the cashier looked glad that he bought it!!
I would like to confess that I am disgusted by those kind of people. Why do those people not show consideration for others around them?? It really puzzles me. Why do they not buy themselves sanitary products? He could afford dog food and beer for christ sake's!
#angry #disgusted #smelly #stink #reeking #dude #supermarket #hate
I remember my girl friends in high school trying to convince me to get high on drugs with them. Always told myself I would never get involved in that and kept telling me it was no big deal. Told me these college guys would invite them to do coke in their apartment and don't know how many times I kept coming up with excuses to not go. I think it was pure pressure and not wanting to be less than them what made me go with them one day. I met them on our way out of school, walked a few blocks and remember four guys sitting around a cocktail table and feeling like the new girl in school. I soon found out getting young girls high was great way for guys to lure young girls and sexually seducing them. I remember the stupid powder going straight to my brain, watching my girl friend making out with this guy practically naked and an ending up with my panties yanked off getting my pussy eaten out in the middle of an oral sex orgy. I remember it was first grab, first suck and so high I really couldn't do much about it. All I knew was that this guy's head was wedged between my legs, was about to have an orgasm and just let him have it. The worst was that after he turned me in Jello, his dick hardly fitted into my mouths. All I could do was suck and end up with a face smeared with cum and washing off in the bathroom stepping over bras, panties and guys boxer shorts and hoping my parents would never notice when I got home. I guess I found out why coke is called the sex drug.
I confess that I’m a trans female exhibitionist. I love to go commando and wearing buttplugs and I love playing with my naughty bits in public. I get turned on flashing my uncut tranny cock to strangers and I especially enjoy when a stranger wants to have some naughty fun with me. My ultimate fantasy is being fucked in an adults only store.
#trans #mtf #exhibitionism #public #naughty #fun #playing #commando #sexual
I live at home with my parents and 4 siblings so I usually don’t have a lot of privacy especially when it comes to masturbating so I do it rarely whenever the house is empty.
Last night tho I couldn’t hold it anymore I was getting so wet I had to masturbate so I just did it in my room.
At first I was really scared of getting caught but after a while I started getting excited by the idea of my parent or sibling catching me.
I got completely naked on my bed legs spread so if anyone decided to come I wouldn’t have time to hide and they would have a full view of my wet pussy.
The more I heard their voices, the closer they were to my door the wetter and more excited I got to the point where I came.
I’ve never in my life have had such an intense orgasm.
I was abused by a man in the cinema when I was 12 and I actively cooperated. This man came and sat beside me in this almost empty cinemea which I thought odd. Then I felt somoene stroking my bare leg very softly. I was frozen at frst but it began to feel pleasant and as the hand moved further up it felts more pleasant. when He ran hs hand up my shorts leg and touched my pants I was quite excited and he felt my cock through my pants which was driving me wild. By then he had me so sexed up that I raised my ass of the seat undid my shorts and slippe shorts and pants down to give him clear acess to my little dick and spread my legs as wide as I could. He was very good slow and gentle not hard and quick the way my friends did me, I was more sexed up than I had been before how I kept silent I do not know as I came to a shattering orgasm. I was 12 and prepubescent fortunately othere wise there would have been a big mess. The guy gave a litte laugh and got up and left leaving me shaking with my pants round my ankles and my legs spread.
When I was a boy we used to get a store catalogue, it was a big thick book printed on glossy paper and full of good quality photos of all the items for sale. I used to enjoy browsing through the whole thing. I even looked at sections on things I had no real interest in like jewellery and watches. I would look at all of the toys of course, deciding which ones I would like to have.
When my parents were not around I would also frequently look at the lingerie section. This sated my curiosity as to what women were wearing under their outerwear, which was rarely seen. I liked the look of the panties and bras, their pretty designs. I was also impressed by the wide range available. There were many different colours - white and cream seemed the most common, but there were also blue, black, red etc. The models wearing the underwear were beautiful, a mix of blondes and brunettes, though there was no ethnic diversity. There were several different types of photo, frontal shots of women wearing matching bras and panties, above waist shots showing bras only and ones of the top half of their legs showing panties only. In most of the photos the women were smiling which felt like they approved of you looking at their underwear and enjoyed that. In some of the photos the model was on their own, in others 2 or 3 were in a group all looking at each other as if it was some kind of social event which they all came to for the fun of checking out each other's lingerie and showing off their own.
In some photos the models were wearing semi-transparent lacy affairs where you could see a fair amount of their body - their nipples were visible through the bras and a dark triangle between their legs. This was kind of educational as I hadn't seen this anywhere else. The women always seemed to have quite large breasts, suggesting that the women the catalogue was trying to sell to liked that, although maybe they were targetting male buyers looking for presents for their partners.
I think catalogues like this have pretty much died out because of the internet, which is a shame.
when I was 14 I started fucking a 54 year old neighbor. We've been fucking for about 8 years, I finally around 17 got a girlfriend but still fucked the old lady down the street. I'm on the 5th steady girlfriend, and about the 25th girl I'd fucked and I'm still fucking the now 62 year old. She lets me do anything I want to her, and at the same time taught me how to please a woman, so my girlfriends have always been very satisfied sexually. The thing is she used to leave the bathroom door open and usually smoked while doing her business, both kinds of business. I started liking the smell, both of the cigarette and urine and even the other. Seeing her naked on the toilet was a real turnon for some reason.
I got to where I let her watch me, then she would lay out some plastic on the bathroom floor, later the living floor, and she'd get over me, and start going pee and poo on my belly, or I on hers. Then she'd take me in her pussy or her ass and lay on me with it all spreading on us both and I'd fuck her until I came. Sometimes she sits on my cock and smokes a cigarette with the poo and pee on us both. For some reason I found this kind of play very arousing and I still like it. I can't bring myself to ask my girlfriends to smoke while blowing me, much less fucking me, or to let me even watch them on the toilet much less do what she does to me. I'm 22 and hopelessly lost in a fetish and don't know how to even admit it to a girl, much less find one that is also into this type of play. I totally understand that most people are super super super turned off by this, but . . . I'm lost.
I got drunk and cheated on my husband with my husband. We live in the town where I went to college. My husband and I went to my 10th reunion last summer, and had a blast. About an hour before we were going to call it a day and go home, we ran into Bill, the guy I dated in college, who I hadn't seen since we broke up in junior year. He looked great, was lots of fun and hit it off with my husband. We had several drinks and I realized I was still very attracted to him, and he seemed to be hitting on me. When it was time to go home, he gave me a long and passionate good-bye kiss while my husband was getting the car. I got very aroused - and asked him where he was staying. Turns out he was actually flying out in a few hours, and our house was closer to the airport than the hotel he was staying at. When my husband pulled up I told him we needed to go by Bill's hotel so he could get his stuff and crash with us that night, and go to the airport from our place. My husband agreed, so that's what we did. When we got home, we had a few more drinks. Our house has three bedrooms, each with its own bathroom.
Our master bedroom is on the main floor, and we have the other two bedrooms on the second floor, one to the left at the top of the stairs and one to the right. My husband said he'd prepare the room at the top of the stairs for Bill and then meet me back in our room after I got some soap, shampoo and towels to leave in Bill's bedroom. It was late, and we were all very tipsy and tired. When I got the soap and supplies I found all the lights were off in the upstairs bedroom to the left, but I could see someone was in the bed. I quietly dropped the soap and towel in the bathroom, and as I left I stopped to get a glimpse of Bill sleeping. He was under a sheet with his back to me, so I decided to give him something to remember. I stripped naked, and leaned over and kissed the back of his neck. A powerful arm immediately pulled me into the bed and I discovered he was naked and we just went at it like bunnies in the dark. It was just like I remembered in college - great and passionate foreplay, then he went down on me and was attentive until I orgasm, at which I pulled him up on top of me so he could slide in and finish inside me. His penis was rock hard and felt wonderfully familiar, and I had a vaginal orgasm like I had not had since my honeymoon. He rolled over and promptly fell sound asleep, so laid next to him figuring in a few minutes I'd go down to my bedroom. I hoped my husband was already asleep because it'd be hard to explain why it took so long to take a towel upstairs. Unfortunately I felt so happy I fell sound asleep. I bolted awake when the morning light through the window shined on my face. I let out a little scream because I was mortified at what my husband would do now I was caught sleeping in the guest bedroom - I heard steps running toward the room I was calling out to see if everything was o.k. I also felt that powerful arm pull me back so my head hit the pillow and I was looking up into my husband's face. By now Bill was in the doorway, and smiled. He asked, "did you two spend the whole night up here? I heard you two going at it. My husband responded "sorry, after I came up and got your room on the right ready, I was too tired and drunk to go downstairs, so I just crashed here in the room to the left." I realized that when I had brought up the towel and found someone asleep in the room the the left, I assumed it was Bill since I though my husband was going back downstairs to meet me in our room. So my naughty "good-bye" fling in the dark with Bill was actually with my husband. But it was SO good, I'm relieved. I drove Bill to the airport and when I got home, I told my husband I wanted to sleep with him in the upstairs bedrooms more often!
#reunion #sex #collegeboyfriend #cheating #oral #orgasms #foreplay
I live in Fort Walton Beach. I have a tiny penis. I am a sub beta, closet queer.
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