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I’ve been with my bf over 11 year, since I was 16. In 2020 I was feeling pretty neglected attention/sex wise so I started talking to guys online.. and then I ended up meeting one for a hike and sucked him off in the woods and later he fucked me senseless on a trail. Well that was so exciting to me that I wound up on tinder that night to find someone else. The next day I met up with someone new, had mind blowing sex. From there I was HOOKED! I’ve now slept with over 15 people since then, some of them multiple times. Well my best friends boyfriend slid into my dms, and my friend was upset I didn’t tell her so we don’t talk anymore.. but I still talk to her boyfriend and have plans to meet up with him once he’s able to visit where I live (they moved away). And NOW.. I’m talking to my boyfriends best friend/boss.. he liked an old picture of mine on fb randomly 2 days ago.. so I decided to shoot my shot and message him on snap. He was super flirty so I went with it and now we’ve exchanged many pictures and videos.. he’s coming by on Monday to drop off my bf’s sweatshirt while my bf is at work at his other job, and I told him he should come in to fuck me on the bed we share.. needless to say I can’t stop thinking about Monday. I’ve wanted his best friend/boss since before I even met my bf. We had a bit of a fling before my bf came along, we made out and he fingered me on a dance floor. I’ve wanted him to fuck me for at least 12 years!!!
26 yo straight female married 7 years. Lately when I am super horny and masturbating, I imagine our sexy nanny eating my pussy. It's difficult to mb between baby, husband, and nanny. I get turned on by the way she watches me breast feed, dress, bathe, ... . She is so exotic and special... I am embarresed at how out of control my thoughts are.
#nanny #exotic #young #sexy #lesbian #straight #husband #baby #bathe #breastfeed #pussie
I wear diapers and plastic pants willingly. I am a 29 years old male and have been wearing diapers for two years. I get turned on when wearing them. I think it is more the plastic pants than anything.
#boy
I, a 17 yo straight virgin female with 1/2 dozen boyfriends over four years and just had my first sex with another girl. An exotic 14 yo friend who is much sexier and skilled than I ever will be. It was the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. I am embarresed, confused, and still quivering. Am I still a virgin? Why and how did I let it happen? And at the same time I wonder why I waited so long.
#exotic #sexy #teen #orgasm #embarressed #virgin #confession #quiver #moan #scream
Last weekend I took the train to visit one of my friends. Because I'm pretty broke, I decided to drive without a ticket. Unfortunately, the train conductor came and I panicked. An older, grim looking woman sat beside me, her ticket was lying on the table and she was fast asleep. So (still panicking) I took her ticket.
When the conductor came, she hadn't had the ticket. She had so pay and was guarded out of the train.
I am such a bad person!
Are UFOs real. I’ve never believed in them or anything stupid like ghosts. I’m exceedingly scientific. I need proof. Bigfoot is possible, but would be an ape. I need proof to believe though. Same for aliens.
Here’s the problem. I saw a Tic Tac long ago. Studied it. Touched it. I thought it was just a secret craft from the military base I lived beside. My very advanced mind; after looking in and studying the craft, could explain it to myself. So it just seemed like high tech.
Then the Navy releases these videos. I see another Tic Tac. Yes. It can do all that in real life. Those videos are not faked. The question is, why are they showing me this now?
My theory. Too many people have phone cameras. Internet. They can’t just hide it. So they misdirect.
Look, a UFO. We don’t know what it is either. We shall call it a PPO (made that up). Now; when we say he look at this; they just say yeah, we don’t know either.
Now they have released more UFO “proof”. Yet it proves nothing. See; how can I now believe them. Media can be faked. Look at movies. So at this point I’d have to see aliens to believe it.
Here’s why I can’t let this go. After I saw that thing I had this weird dream. In the dream I thought I was awake. But with me were greys. This is long ago before Close Encounters was made. I’d never heard of greys.
My neighbors who saw that craft with me swore it was a UFO. One lady still claimed she was abducted years later when we talked.
The local reporters warned us about sightings and possible abductions. Crop circles around the world. Was nuts. Then it all just passed and I laughed about it.
There’s two issues that make me scratch my head though. I worked in the space industry. I never saw anything even close to the tech I saw in that Tic Tac. It’s power source was amazing.
Then there’s that dream. How do you dream make believe stuff while you seem to be awake? They seemed pretty real. Other than walking thru walls and talking in my mind. When they left I was still awake. How did my mind do that? I never did that again. Crazy.
I’d watch scary movies. Id dream of scary monsters. But I’d wake up. Why did I dream of short weak creatures that just talked to me?
They were very impressed by me in my dream. We talked about space and what humans need to do. Nothing exciting. Why would I dream of that?
Still. It was just a dream. When I finally forced my mind to fully wake up, they were gone. So I’m still convinced I dreamed that. My mind just really tried to make it real, & couldn’t. I wonder if that power source caused that? I stood by it a long time.
So I still don’t believe in this stuff. I just wish our government wouldn’t mess with us. They told us it was all BS all these years. Now they claim it’s real. Well if what I saw was an alien craft; instead of a secret craft; does that mean space aliens really walked thru my wall and chatted with me? I’m too old for this mess.
I betrayed my friend under the pretence that I have her best interests in heart but I really want her to suffer.
My stepfather introduced me to the daughter of one of his colleagues, Annie. For a little over a year she and I have gotten closer, in fact our relationship is flawless we get along almost too well. I started following her on social media a year ago as well and her posts are well disturbing to say the least. Black and white photos, mentions of suicide, murder, psychosis, pictures of black roses with morbid poetry, 30 photos of her lips taken close up with black lipstick, pictures from The Shining, Tim button themed eeriness and lyrics from death metal songs. She told me she was goth, in the beginning I tolerated his strange all of this was. It wasn’t my business nor my concern. It got worsened. It suddenly started to pester me quite a bit, that she was romanticizing mental illnesses this much. I never realized when my bitterness took over my love for her. I was talking to a friend about her once when I just called her a creep, later I felt disgusted of myself. Once I reported one of her posts and barely regretted it. Another time, following my own suicide attempt I grew frustrated and asked her what she got out of acting so depressed all the time. Truth me told I was jealous. I was jealous that this seemingly privileged girl could act out however she pleased while I suffered in silence. I was jealous that unlike her I had to act okay. I was jealous that despite all the abuse I’ve put up with throughout my life, I had to smile and be strong, while someone else was allowed to let themselves fall apart in the face of the smallest inconvenience. Today I caved in and told my mother to inform my stepfather, to inform Annie’s parents, that I’m concerned for her wellbeing and am concerned that she is suffering from severe depression and may harm herself (my evidence being her posts). My objective is actually the hope that her actions will be met with consequence. That she’ll stop her dark and annoying posts. That she’ll stop expressing herself so much in that negative sense. I know I’m a horrible person for wanting to hurt my friend in this way. I am a horrible person and I don’t deserve her friendship. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I did it or why it matters. I hate myself and I don’t need or want pity. I can’t help but ask, what is wrong with me? why do I keep hurting people? why do I get satisfaction from it? Why do I feel like a demon.
#goth #emo #demon #depression #snitch #romanticism
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
I still can’t let go of my ex but I don’t even want to act like a pathetic depressed ex.It's been 2 months since we broke up and I’m still not over it but outside I’m kinda act good as chill with my friends as I even went on date with other guy after breakup to move on but still can’t get over. So I made up my mind and text him because he finally unblocked me in ig as asked him on a date like causal last date not talking about patchup and all and he said yes. Omfg I’m having finals so will be going after that.
I think my boyfriend likes talking to other girls more than talking to me. He often seems very distracted when I try to talk to him but as soon as another girl shows up, he's "awake" and fools around with her. I guess I am very jealous about that but it keeps me wondering.
I now think about breaking up with him, just to let him pay. I feel bad all the time and could cry all day long and I want him to notice but he doesn't.
I put super glue in my teacher's shoes because she's never giving me the grade I deserve. I think she hates me.
I put so much effort into her class and her assignments and I never get praised for it. It sucks. Big time.
Next week, I am going to steal her car and sell it to some guy I know. I can get revenge on her and make some cash. Sweet justice!
I was walking behind a guy when I noticed 100 bucks falling out of his pocket. Because he ran into me seconds before he lost the money, I took it without saying anything. I am now going to invite my girlfriend to a nice and romantic dinner.
I would like to confess that I am ashamed of my boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, he is a very attractive, good-looking guy and he is charming and funny and he has a well-paid job. The problem is his basic general knowledge, or more the lack thereof. And believe me, it sticks out rather quickly when you get to know him.
We take part in trivia night with some of our friends every couple of weeks and it is just so embarrassing to watch. He does not know any of the answers, but is almost always the first one to blurt out a wrong answer. He never heard of the tide, he has no idea what insolvency is and he thinks that Major Tom is some famous mayor of a big city.
He's the mockery in our group of friends, even though they are all kind to him. I always try to take his side though and tell them that he is good to me and that he has a secure job to provide for me.
But... well, the last couple of weeks I often found some excuses why he cannot come with me to visit my family and stuff. He embarrassed himself in front of my whole family as well when he told my dad that he wanted to see tigers when going on safari in Africa. Yes, I know, there are worse things out there, but I think it is embarrassing that he does not know that tigers do not live in Africa, but in Asia?!? How can he not know that....
I just can't stick with him and defend himself in front of my family all the time. My family is made of academics and general knowledge is very important to us...
#embarrassed #boyfriend #problem #stick #dumb #knowledge #basic #family
I let guys suck my cock - and I highly recommend it to other guys everywhere.
I'm straight, married, in my mid 40's and I get blown by guys. The more I look around, the more common this seems to be, but even if not, fuck it. I was freaked out by it at first, and even a bit ashamed, but it's super convenient, and my wife isn't into sucking me off, so I've got a couple guys that I can hit up for a BJ whenever I want. The visual isn't so great, but you get used to it, and they have no problem with me playing porn. Pretty clearly, guys who love to suck dick are totally all about providing the best experience, so whatever makes it work best for me is what they want. I think this is why shit like this goes on all the time but nobody ever talks about it. It's totally hedonistic. It's all about me and getting the kind of BJ I'm in the mood for, be it a five minute quickie, or a leisurely half hour or so of getting my brains sucked out.
I probably get 4-5 BJs a month, but the great thing is, it's all up to me. There's no real relationship to worry about (though we are friendly), no drama, and if I'm not horny, I just don't go. No one's going to call me to ask where I've been or if I want to come around today. On the other hand, if I'm going through a horny phase, I could swing by every day and it would also be no big deal. It's just so straight forward! I don't have to manscape, or bring flowers, I just have to take a seat and get blown.
Oh, and do I have to point out that someone who really loves to suck dick tends to do it really well? My one guy is gay and he's all about throat action, he likes to take it deep and massage it with this throat muscles. The other guy is bi and prefers to do some crazy shit with his tongue. Both not only swallow, but love doing it. Neither wants anything more from me and they don't even try to get undressed. No drama, no commitment, no worrying about it being anything more than it actually is, just a blowjob.
Again, this all took some getting used to, but where the fuck are you going to find a woman who'll blow you whenever you want and with no hidden agenda? Honestly, it's fucking great and I highly recommend it!
I’ve had a tickle fetish for years. I’m straight and not attracted to men at all but I had to reach out to a gay friend of mine from work and ask him if he can help me satisfy my urges. Once a month we get a hotel and do fetish stuff. For a while he would just tie me up and tickle me for hours. I would let him give me handjobs and oral so he could have fun too. But now it’s grown into something bigger. Not only does he tickle my feet like crazy and tickle me everywhere else, but he added other stuff to our regimen. I’m so obsessed and turned on by tickling I had no other choice. Usually I’m tied spread eagle and gagged and blindfolded. He tickles me for a while and now he plays with my asshole and fucks me. And then he’ll jerk me off and give me extreme post orgasm torture. He even busts my balls a lot with some slaps. I’m a slave to my fetish.
I am a 17 year old male, and I really want to kill someone. I just want to do it because I think it would feel exhilarating. I want to feel the persons warm blood flow down my fingers going to my hands. Seeing and feeling the life empty from their body. I have no remorse, and have never killed anything before. I want to start with a human because it would be the best thing to ever feel. I should also state that I watch quite a bit of pornography and it is really hard to get hard, but I found out that blood and death works. That is one reason why I want to kill someone, but then again I also want to see the life leave them and be in fear watching me plunge a knife into their body. So it's a mixture of pleasure and sadistic thoughts to get off and watch murder first hand. I can't be the only one who has this, but why so young to have this? It makes me wonder, but then my thoughts are overtaken by the thought of death.
#death #murder #blood #masturbation #sadistic
I am 12 I admit to going on the internet and searching for erotic stories I even use this site to arouse me at times I have masterbaited several times and although it is nothing compared to the horrible things on here I pray I have the power and strength to control my sexaul urges.
A couple of years ago I started getting the urge to try sucking a dick. Being middle aged, regular sex with my wife is becoming mundane. So I put up a couple of different ads in CL personals. I got a response and we met up. What made it easy was we could meet at his home office, like I was suppose to be there. The first time was a little awkward. But after that he would text me when he had time and I if I was available I would stop by and service him. Ended up being about once a week, sometimes twice. That only lasted a few months then I started feeling guilty about cheating so I stopped. I was amazed at how good it made me feel to take his dick in my mouth and do what my wife had always done for me. The difference being she never swallowed. I always wanted her to, So from the very first time I did it for him. It's not that bad, it fact it's very erotic to feel that nice warm load fill your mouth and sucking hard as he finishes, then pulling off still sucking so it's a clean break and swallowing his load. I never got any return, but I didn't want it. In fact I have no desire for a guy to touch me. But it does make hard thinking about sucking a dick. I would often go back home and unload myself.
Not sure when it started I guess when I was younger, I was always attracted to younger girls. The first Time I had a blowjob I was nine and she was seven. As time went by I was realize that I wanted younger girlfriends. As years past several girls came in and out of my life. I've been married it didn't work out and got divorced and moved around a bit when I finally settle down I found a nice place in Southwest Texas. I graduated college years before settled into a new job for my profession that I'd add. I does been an avid bicyclist and I was repairing my bicycle in my driveway and garage area of my house and I noticed some kids in the neighborhood couple younger girls there's a lake behind my house and they were fishing. I remember talking with them and there was this one girl was very strikingly beautiful Spanish dissent gorgeous eyes beautiful hair cute little curves very young about 12 years old. I befriended her and kind of took her under my wing she stuck out from the other kids and other girls because she was taller. I think at that point knowing that it was a mutual attraction on her behalf I don't think she knew what she felt she was so young but I immediately knew I was attracted to her. As time went by we spent time together hanging out goofing around being silly I met her parents very nice people they were in need of my services for my job profession and I help them out graciously. Like I was saying as time went by the kids would do things play the normal games like spin the bottle truth or dare and they would always come to congregate around me which is weird I just think they were attracted to me because I was kind of silly and very young at heart. I remember one day her and I play truth or dare at her request of course and she said to today are to me and I said dare she pondered for a second and she's looked at me right in my eyes and dared me to kiss her I was shocked. Luckily we were in my garage I pulled her towards me leaned in and I Kister on the lips I was a magical kiss. As we parted I was speechless and she was too but she was smiling and she said it's my turn so I had asked her to think there and she said there and I said kiss me longer. She came towards me I was sitting down in a chair at that point she leaned in and put her arm around my shoulder I tilted my head to the side and we kissed French kissed eventually the next thing I knew we were making out. It was a rush it was so erotic I was so aroused and I know she was too it's like she was or she couldn't get enough of it it was something so new and so fresh and so Exciting for her. As time went on we played truth or dare. Always pushing the envelope she has to see me naked she wanted to see what it looks like and I asked the same as our relationship continued we explore each other's bodies at this time she was about 13 1/2 14 years old I told her about oral sex, I myself am not a big fan of that but I really enjoy doing it on a girl the first time I went down on her she Kutin Mohnton pulled my hair it was like an instant sensation for her she couldn't get enough and it was a rush for me. Usually in the morning before she had to get to school she come by my house I told her that the back door of the house is always unlocked for her she would come in take all of her clothes off and climb in the bed and straddle my face very dominant which I believe that's from her Hispanic upbringing she grab my hair and she ride my face force me and be very dominant about me eating your pussy which was a huge thrill I couldn't understand how some young woman as young as she was would be so dominant. As more time passes we try different things she would send me videos of her fingering herself she would also go on vacation her parents would send her back to Mexico to visit her family and she told me about stories of her and her cousin Heather would kiss and how they would play with the dog and her cousin would let her dog eat her pussy and then they both tried the dog in the dog would fuck them this was mind blowing to me I don't know where she thought her learned about these things but it is what it is she's a very erotic woman she always has been and always will be what you came back to the states we would see each other and continue our relationship and she told me what she did in Mexico I was shocked I jog dropped but she told me how much it felt how good it felt when she had a cock in her and asked me to fuck her I was very much obliged the first time I had my cock in her it was amazing her gorgeous 10 scanner beautiful breasts and the beautiful shaved pussy was just glistening watching my cock going in and out of her which is mind blowing she was very dominant when we fucked she pushed me down straddle me grab my cock and immediately slam down on it I'm never been with an aggressive woman like this before never complained always complied absolutely amazing the rest is history!
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